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Once Upon a Time

By: Qwitecontrary



Whenever Katie thought of her life, she always started it with "Once Upon a Time," like the stories her mother used to tell her before she faded off to sleep. In those stories, the damsel or the heroine always had a perfect prince come rescue them, or did wondrous things that changed people lives. They also ALWAYS had a happy ending. Katie longed for happily ever after.

Who was to know that Katie would grow up so differently. When her mother read her those bedtime stories, Katie would envision wonderful things for her life. She saw the man next to her as someone she could always share with. Someone who she would long to reach out and touch, no matter where they were and what they were doing. Someone who would turn toward her as they were driving down the parkway and catch her looking at him, and smile. 

Katie had a man next to her now. But unlike her dreams, this man would never notice her touch, much less turn to look at her. Katie wondered what she'd ever seen in him. How had her dream man become so callous? How had he become someone who yelled at her for no apparent reason, and the touch of passion become a slap of anger? Katie wondered mostly why her life was nothing like the stories.

As she walked through the local grocery store, her mind wandered freely. Picking up the staples of which she fed her family, she thought of her fairy tale man. He seemed a myth. There wasn't such a person. There couldn't be. Any man she had ever been with always fell short of her dreams. Perhaps in the beginning there would be a feel of wonder, but it would quickly fade as she began to realize that the person she was with wasn't considerate at all, wasn't caring of her feelings. She doubted herself eventually. She evidently wasn't worthy of Prince Charming.

As she reached for the shining red apple, her mind was elsewhere. As her hand closed around it, she felt a jolt of electricity flow up from the floor and tingle through her body. Blinking and shaking her head she turned and bumped into another shopper. Mumbling her apologies, she looked at the man who stood so close to her. His green eyes seemed to sparkle with laughter, and his voice flowed to her ears as would a melody meant to calm and soothe her. A flush of embarrassment colored her face, making her seem younger than her 37 years, and she felt childlike all of the sudden.

"Are you going to buy that apple, Snow White?" he said. It was then that she saw she still had the fruit in her hand. Another shiver went through her body as she smiled and laughed at his joke. "I had planned to but I hear apples aren't the best fare for us princesses." She quipped back at him. It was then that he laughed outright...the most sincere and wonderful laugh she had ever heard. "Its OK" he said, "If you faint dead away after eating it, I promise to deliver the kiss that awakens you." It was then, that Katie realized that perhaps there were men who might fit her princely description and perhaps....he was standing in front of her that very second.

With a kindly nod, he said, "Watch out for witches bearing fruit," and started to walk away. Katie was torn by the desire to follow him, knowing that the hand that held the apple she had chosen also bore the gold band that held her firmly to this world. But her gut instinct was not to let this prince get away. As he turned the corner onto another aisle, she quickly grabbed a plastic bag to put half a dozen quickly chosen apples into, and then followed quickly. She turned onto the aisle that she thought he would be on to find no one but a mother and her young child bickering over cereal choices. Her heart was racing and aching all at once. She had to find him. She had to make sure that the lifelong dream she held within her was realized. 

She wandered the store, aisle after aisle searching for him, occasionally stopping to grab something off a shelf. As her basket filled, her heart despaired of ever finding him. Had he been yet another manifestation of her daydreams? But looking down into the basket she saw the red apple she had chosen, and knew he had to be real. Another five minutes of wanderings failed to turn up this prince and she began to realize that perhaps she never was fated to have the life she was raised to believe in. Perhaps all her dreams were unrealistic. She berated herself for even wasting her time chasing a stranger. She had things to do and if dinner wasn't done when she got home, there would be hell to pay.

She marched up to the checkout, now determined to keep her mind in this world and started placing her purchases on the conveyor belt. Milk, bread, spaghetti noodles all marched by her, much like all the opportunities she had missed. "Just once," she thought, "just once I wish I had the nerve to reach out and grab onto something that I know would make my life better." As she stood there mesmerized by the parade of food, her mind drifted once more to the stranger from the vegetable aisle. How could someone have such an immediate effect on another person, and how could that person just disappear? 

After paying the cashier for her groceries, she left the store. Once she got to her car she began searching through her purse for her keys. Her husband always snarled at her for never having then ready ahead of time. He hated waiting while she fumbled through her belonging looking for them. Just the act of waiting for her seemed to irritate him lately. As her hand closed around the keys, she felt herself despair of ever having a healthy relationship with him. That thought led to the next one which was even more depressing, that being that she truly never had a healthy relationship with him at all. Sure he was good looking when they met, and she had been flattered that someone like him would even consider dating her. But even in the early days, she recalled herself always being the one to cave in on any issues of importance to her. He never once saw her point of view as valuable. As she loaded the grocery bags into her trunk she felt a tear of frustration roll down her cheek.

Just as she reached up to close the trunk lid, she felt a hand tap her on the shoulder. Turning quickly to see who it was, she was surprised to see the Prince of Fruit standing before her. He looked into her face and saw the sadness there, and said "What's wrong Princess?" and at the same time lifted his hand to her face to wipe away one of the tears. As his hand connected with her cheek, she once again felt the jolt of electricity run through her. She tried to step back and away from him but found herself pinned between him and the car. She stammered out some inane excuse, and quickly covered her disquiet by asking him "What can I do for you?"

His reply came as a complete and utter surprise to her. Her heart even seemed to skip a beat as she heard him say "I couldn't help but come over here. When I saw you in the store I seemed drawn to you, and for once in my life, I decided to act upon my impulse and reach out to grab that which seemed so perfect." Katie couldn't believe his words, the very words she had wanted to use so many times before but never had the nerve for. She knew her next statement would be one of the most important ones she ever uttered. She fought her usual response to turn from anything that seemed too perfect, and instead she found the courage to say "I know, me too." His eyes seemed to light up upon hearing her words and his smile stretched across his face, so pleased that she hadn't turned from him. "Hi," he said, "my name is Lance." Lance, Katie thought, what a perfect name for a prince. "Hello Lance," she said, a flush of pink heating her skin, "My name is Katie." He shook his head and as he reached for her shoulders, he said "No...you will always be Princess to me." 

Katie could feel the heat of his hands through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt. She looked up into his face, and without thought, stepped forward toward him, into his embrace. With her head pressed shoulder, she brought her arms up around him, and whispered softly into his ear, "Where is your white horse, Prince Charming." He then stepped back, now holding her at arms length, looking into her face, and said "Let me show you how life should be Princess Katie...Let me take you to my castle." In response, Katie stepped back into his arms and kissed him. The world around her faded as her lips touched his. The heat of his mouth radiated through her, and as she pressed herself to him, she knew that for a moment, for a short time, for eternity, this was her fairytale. 

She walked with him across the parking lot. His hand was against the nape of her back, guiding her toward his car. As they came to it, he pulled her back into his embrace, and between kisses, he murmured, "Princess, are you real? Will you disappear on me at midnight?" She answered his queries with kisses, her knees growing weak from the intensity of passion that was gripping her. She had never known anyone to have this effect on her. Breaking away from her, Lance opened the car door, and as he motioned for her to be seated, he looked straight at her, green eyes glowing, and said "Are you sure?" Katie paused only for a second, and as she sat in the passenger seat looking up at him, she said "How can I fight a fairy tale?"

The drive to his place seemed to take only moments, the entire time filled with caresses. He seemed unable to keep from reaching over and touching her. He seemed to want to keep one hand on her at all times, and Katie could almost see that he too, was afraid she might vanish...the product of his deep longing for the same dream she held close for all these years. When his hand came to rest on her thigh, she placed her own hand over it...pressing down, feeling the solidity of him...holding it firmly to keep from letting him slip away.

Upon arriving at his home, she sat for a moment looking out the window of the car, as he came around to open her door. She was almost surprised to see him standing outside the open door, so lost in thought she had been, gazing out the windshield. His home was well cared for. She could see that he was a man who paid attention to detail, who cared about minor things. The fern on his front porch was moist and had new tendrils opening that indicated careful watering and tender nurturing. Her husband barely knew where the hose was kept. She climbed from his car, wondering what she was walking into, but no longer caring. She had been scripted for this adventure and she played the scene out with wonder and anticipation. 

As he struggled with the bags of groceries, balancing them, and trying to open the front door, she stood back watching him. All at once, one of the bags tipped and a cascade of food tumbled from it. Katie jumped forward to try and catch what she could as it fell to the ground. As she looked up at him, she could see a broad smile on his face, and hear him laugh. Looking confused for a moment, Katie too, began laughing. In her hand was a red apple, the only thing she had managed to catch. Setting the remaining intact bag down upon the table at the entry door, he squatted down before her, and as he leaned toward her, gathering the scattered food, he kissed her. Arms now full of groceries, he somehow managed to stand, drawing her up with him, their lips still locked together. Pressing against him, Katie could feel the cans and fruit that were in his arms crushed against her chest. 

As he stepped back, entering the house, she followed closely. She had no idea what to expect upon arriving but she knew that whatever it was, it would be perfect. He broke from the kiss, smiling, and said "Could you grab that bag? My hands are a little full." Katie laughed, and gathering the brown bag in her own arms, followed him to his kitchen where he had allowed the armload of sundries to spill across his countertop. He then turned and took the bag from her, brushing aside things to make room for it. That done he once again reached for her, gathering her up into his arms, and kissed her passionately. His lips pressed against hers, and Katie could feel herself melting against him. Her mouth opened to his questing tongue, and as they kisses, the heat of the moment spread through Katie's body. Her arms went up around his neck and she ran her hands through his hair. 

All of the sudden she felt herself lifted off the ground, and kissing still, Lance carried her from the kitchen into the living room of his home. He gently sat on his couch, carrying her down with him, and she found herself sitting in his lap, his arms around her. His lips now kissed softly over her face. Tenderly he kissed her eyelids, her forehead, his hands now cradling her head. He pressed her back against the arm of the couch, laying her there. She was filled with desire as he carefully began unbuttoning the front buttons of her blouse. She watched his face as he unbuttoned the last button. He seemed as amazed with her as she was with him. As his fingertips brushed along the edge of her unbuttoned shirt, she was breathing deeply, shivering as his fingers brushed her skin. He slowly traced upward until his fingers held the shirts top edge and pushed it off her shoulders. She felt the soft cotton spill down her arms as his hands followed, palms down, sweeping down her arms. 

She now sat before him, shirt tossed to the floor beside their feet. He swung around to kneel beside her now. He lay his head upon her stomach. Kissing it lightly then just resting it there. He looked up past her breasts and into her eyes. She was enthralled by his eyes. They were filled with longing, passion, lust, but also something else. She had never seen another man look at her with the wonder that Lance now did. She reached down to touch his face, tracing her fingers lightly over the bridge of his nose. Trailing over his eyebrows. Running the back of her hand over his cheek. All the while he stared up at her. What should have been disconcerting was so natural, so right. She felt that in his eyes she held no secrets, nor did she need to.

Swinging herself up she sat before him...her legs straddling his kneeling body. Tenderly she pressed her body to him, turning her head slightly to kiss him. As she ran her hand down his back, she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and quickly pulled it up over his head. He helped her by raising his arms, and as the shirt freed itself from them he brought them down around her back, holding her firmly to him. He knelt there holding her for what seemed forever, both of them resting against the other, peaceful and content at one another's nearness. ***

After what seemed an eternity, Lance began sliding his hands over Katie's bare back. His palms pressing hot against her skin. She could feel his fingers pause and quest at the latch of her bra until he finally freed the hooks and she felt the fabric loosen around her. His hands then climbed upward to her shoulders and as he pulled the straps off of them, he leaned back from her, now sitting on his legs in front of her. As her bra fell from her breasts he stared intently, and a look of ecstasy came over his face as they fell freely from their confines. She had firm breast with small rose colored aureolas. Her nipples were already tight and firm. He reached out tentatively to touch them, seeming almost afraid that she was a figment of his dreams and touching her would bring him awake. 

Katie sat still, her hands on the couch at her sides. As she watched Lance, she was amazed that such a man truly did exist. His tender touches were so much different from the frenzied gropings of her past experiences. His fingers barely tickled across her nipples, his hand softly caressed and cradled the weight of her breast in his hand. Just the act of reaching out to her, made her aroused and excited. Is this what it is supposed to be like, she wondered? As her breathing starts to deepen and catch in her lungs, she finds she can no longer ponder things like her past, as the present is so overwhelming. With quick ease she slips from the couch and settles herself down upon her knees before him. Taking him into her arms she presses herself to him. The warmth of his bare skin, and the softness of the fine pelt of hair on his chest sends a deep charge through her body, settling in her groin, a twinge of need. 

Upon finding Katie in his arms, Lance envelops her with his arms and holds her close, kissing her neck. Together they both rise and he stares deep into her eyes, searching for a sign that she was ready for this. "Sweet Princess" he asks, "would you let me carry you away from whatever caused those tears earlier?" Katie, at a loss for words, merely nodded and with that, Lance picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her through the living room into his bedroom. Setting her gently down upon his bed, he stood before her. 

Looking up at this man, this gentle perfect dream of a man, Katie smiled. She then leaned forward to kiss above his navel. A soft gentle kiss, lingering there with her lips pressed against him. She then began unbuttoning his pants. Tugging him playfully toward her, she maneuvered the button from the hole. Looking up into his adoring face, she slowly pulled the zipper down, loosening his pants further. As they start to fall from his hips, she follows then downward, her hands sliding over his hips and down the outside of his thighs. Once his pants are free of his legs and lying in a bunch at his feet, Lance sits down upon the bed and presses Katie downward, so she now lies back upon the silky bedspread. Lying next to her, he rests his arm over her stomach, and turns her toward him. Pressing forward, his head resting on his arm, he pulls her into a kiss. Starting slowly at first, then abandoning control and sinking fast into pure relentless passion.

Lance suddenly breaks free from the soul melting kiss and sitting up next to Katie, begins undoing her pants. Pausing to seek her approval, he unzips her pants and feels her hips lift from the bed as he slides them off of her. With one quick motion he drags her pants from her body, and she kicks them free of her feet. Laying there next to him, Katie feels no shame or embarrassment. Never before has she been with a man who made her feel so comfortable. Nakedness seemed a perfect and natural state. 

Lance sat beside her gazing at her, eyes trailing over the curve of her thigh, the soft mound of hair between her legs, the dip of her stomach and the swell of her breasts. He stopped only when he reached her face, and there he bestowed a look of utter and complete happiness. Katie was amazed to see such love reflected upon her. It seemed like she and he were a perfect match. No doubts raced through her mind. Nothing but peace and longing raced through her head. 

Reaching out a hand to him, she invited him down next to her. He took her hand, and instead of laying there beside her, he dragged her upward to sit beside him. Her legs hanging off the side of the bed, her torso turned toward him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into a strong embrace. In his arms she felt so safe. So welcome. So loved. She would willingly remain forever there. His lips tickled the edge of her ear as he whispered "My princess, God, you are a beautiful woman."

With a tight hug, he released her, then slipped from the bed to come kneeling in front of her, her legs on either side of him. Placing his hands upon her hips, he gazed up at her. He then rested his forehead against the hollow between her breasts, and held it there. Breathing deeply, she placed her arms around his head, pressing the sides of her breast against his head. He then dragged his hands along the sides of her legs, until they both rested upon her knees. Looking up once more at her, he started to trail tiny kisses down between her breasts, and along the center of her belly. Pausing at her navel, he slipped his tongue into it, and sucked upon it, playing with it, running his tongue around the edge and dipping it in. She sat there still, one hand behind her supporting her weight as she leaned back some, the other running through his hair. 


Once Upon A Time...



My husband and I were having problems that eventually ended in our divorcing. Afraid that I would get nothing, I must admit, I was a bitch during the breakup and subsequent divorce proceedings. I found out later, afraid that he was going to lose everything, explained why he was a real bastard, too.

We had a brief reconciliation where he gave me the most romantic evening. He had the florist deliver a beautiful arrangement of flowers just before we left to eat at The Golden Swan, a very expensive restaurant.

We had a sumptuous dinner, a bottle of fine, French wine, and ended our meal with cherries jubilee with champagne for dessert. Everything was lovely and to make this a memorable evening, he promised to satisfy my secret sexual fantasy. I wondered if he even knew and/or remembered what my secret sexual fantasy was.

Long ago, when we were first married, I confessed to him that I fantasized about being blindfolded and bound while he had his way with me. I imagined him ravishing me, doing whatever he wanted to me, fucking me, using me anally, forcing me to blow him over and again, and taking control of the sexual situation to suit his every vile sexual desire while fulfilling mine. I had no idea that that was his precise plan for this evening. Yes, he, without doubt, had planned a most perfect evening for me.

We arrived home and started making out like horny teenagers. I was wet. I was willing. I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to do. Still dressed, but for my coat and shoes, he swept me off to the bedroom carrying me upstairs. We kissed and fondled one another on the bed. He has a huge cock and, already, he had a wonderful erection. We continued making out until he surprised me by pulling out from his inside jacket pocket white, silk ties. 

Since, throughout our marriage, he had never tied me up before, I had a good idea what he had in mind and I giggled like a school girl exceedingly happy that he remembered my secret sexual fantasy. First, he tied my wrists to the bedposts as we kissed and kissed. He is such a good kisser and I do not know if it was the alcohol or his kisses, but I was really getting turned on like never before. I was so very wet with excitement. Then, he tied my ankles to the bedposts. At that point, I was humping air; I was so hot for him to fuck me and to fuck me hard, very hard. Then, he passionately kissed me while squeezing both my tits in his big hands as hard as he could squeeze them. That is such a huge turn on for me when he squeezes my tits like that. Then, he blindfolded me. I thought I would faint anticipating what would happen next but, then, he turned off the lights, closed the door, and left the room.

"Honey? Where are you going? Honey?"

I figured he went to the bathroom to freshen up. Then, I perceived the reflection of headlights entering our driveway and heard car doors, one, two, then three doors close. Distinctly, I heard 4 separate male voices outside, one I recognized as his. The downstairs front door opened and closed and I heard muffled whispers, then footsteps heading upstairs. My heart pounded and my pulse quickened. I was frightened and excited at the same time.

Then, call it women's intuition, but I sensed something wrong. Panic overtook my excitement and I struggled against the ties but the more I struggled the tighter the slip knots became. I started to perspire and my breathing became shallow. I was desperate for air. I wanted to get up and run but I was tied to the bed. Maybe, it was the champagne, but I felt dizzy and lightheaded, then I felt sick to my stomach at the thought that my husband would do this to me, use me like this, and treat me with such disrespect and lack of concern to take three strange men into our bedroom when I was so helpless and vulnerable. Yet, he wouldn't do that, would he?

The door opened, the light switched on, and I heard the men whispering.

"David! Release me at once! David! Do you hear me? David!"

"David is not here. He left," said a voice I did not recognize.

"Untie me, then."

"I'm sorry but we can't do that."

"Who are you? Where's David? Are you here to rob me? Rape me?"

"We don't want your money."

My stomach sunk. I was going to be sick. They didn't want my money, then what? Were they here to rape me? That's it, then. David did this as a payback for the divorce settlement that I got, that filthy bastard.

"What do you want, then?"

The pause before anyone spoke was only a few seconds but the time that it took for my brain to make sense of his words felt like forever.

"We want you. We are here for you."

What did he say? They are here for me?

"Did David put you up to this?" I tried to stay in control of the situation but my quivering voice confessed my panicked fear. "How much is he paying you?" I struggled against the ties, again, but to no avail. "I'll pay you double; triple whatever he is giving you if you release me. Do you hear me? Release me, now! You can't do this. This is rape! I will—"

Suddenly, I felt a hand at my ankle. My entire body tingled through the silk of my nylons. His fingers slowly but deftly crept along my leg, to my calf, to my knee, and up along my thigh. My pussy took control of my brain. I was lost. I was so hot with desire but so afraid at the same time. 

Then, I felt another hand unbuttoning the buttons of my wool suit jacket. And another hand caressed the curls of my blonde hair before reaching down to caress my cheek ever so lightly before gently putting a finger to my lips.

"Shh...we won't hurt you...so long as you cooperate."

My entire body quivered. I was so turned on but so afraid. Never have I felt such confliction of emotions at the same time.

"Please," I said in a halfhearted gasp, "don't do this." I couldn't breathe, I was so scared but so alive with sexual delight and desire. "This is rape," I whispered. "This is rape," I said afraid, yet excited. I felt his hand higher up on my thigh and my pussy tingled with excited anticipation of what was to come. "I'll send you to jail...for this...along with that bastard husband of mine." Yet, his hands felt so good on my legs. "David! Stop, please stop this. David!"

The touch of his hands on my legs, so tender, felt like a loving massage and I so wanted him to reach higher and massage my pussy. Please touch my pussy, I thought and wanted to scream out. I was yearning with desire for his touch and burning with lust for him to have his way with me. Oh, yes, yes, that feels so good, finger fuck me, please.

"We told you, lady, David is not here. He cannot hear you."

What? I thought to myself. Oh, they must think that I really do not want this, but I do. I do want this. Fuck me. I cannot believe three strange men are going to fuck me. 

Yet, I knew he was there. He would not miss this for the world. I knew he was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room watching the three men, watching me with three men, and enjoying it all. Well, if that is the case, I'll give him a show. I'll show him what he will be missing. I'll show him what I can do with three men.

I felt the heat of my tears running down my cheeks and collecting around my neck. I'm not going to cry. I'm not. I will not give him that satisfaction. I'm not going to show him that I am afraid and that I am weak. Do what you will to me, but you will not break me. I am strong, stronger than you. Have your way with me now, but payback is a bitch and I shall have my way with you one day, you will see, one day, I'll get even.

It is oddest the things you remember, but I remember wondering if my makeup was running. Here I was about to be raped and ravished, murdered even, by three strange men, and I was thinking about my makeup running.

The fingers that unbuttoned my suit coat now worked to unbutton my blouse. Suddenly, I felt his hand, first one, then the other, and then both hands cupping and caressing my tits through the lace of my bra. He paused only to slowly and delicately trace the outline of my nipples. The soft touch of his fingers sent tingles through my body and immediately made both my nipples erect. Once my nipples were erect, he pulled them out more through the material of my bra with his fingertips. Although, I distinctly, knew it was three men, their touches were so gently surreal that it felt like one. I loved what they were doing to my body. I could not wait to return the favor of pleasure by sucking their cocks.

Below, another hand cupped and gently squeezed my moist pussy through my panty while another man lowered his face to mine and delicately kissed my lips. I decided from the lightness and slowness of their touches, that they meant me no harm and only wanted to satisfy me and, then, them. I relaxed a bit.

He kissed me. It felt awkward, at first, being kissed by a stranger while being helplessly tied to the bedposts and blindfolded, unable to touch and to see who is kissing you. I froze with anxiety, desire, and anticipation, all at the same time. Then, he inserted his tongue in my mouth and reluctantly, at first, I kissed him back. Then, when he did not pull away, when his kisses became more passionate, I returned his affection. Now, we were really making out and I was really getting into kissing him. He was a much better kisser than David.

"Oh, Baby. Yes. Yes. Kiss me." I pulled my lips away. "David, thank you for this. Whoever this is, is a much better kisser than you." I heard him exhale. That was David's exhale. I got to him, the bastard. I moved my head back in position and returned my lips to my intruder. "Kiss me, Baby; kiss me, again and again."

As if it could get any wetter, I felt my pussy getting wetter. I wished my arms were free so that I could put them around his neck and pull him closer. I wished my hands were free so that I could feel his desire for me by exploring the hardness of his penis. With one man caressing my tits through my bra, another man slowly and lightly circling my wet pussy with his fingers, and a third man kissing me, I was so hot and so ready to get laid.

Suddenly, they stopped. The wait was excruciatingly long. Then, I heard it, first one zipper, then, another, and then another. They were stripping, getting naked, and getting ready to fuck me.

I wiggled my ass and my body in anticipation. 

"Take off my clothes. I want to be naked. I want you to see my body. I want my tits sucked and my pussy licked. I want to suck some cock. C'mon. Let's get going. I'm on fire. Do you hear—?"

Someone, one of them, put his cock in my mouth.

"That sure shut her up."

I sucked him like it was my last meal. Man, his cock tasted so good. I was so hot for it. I could feel him pulsating. Turned on, instantly, he was ready to cum but pulled out. Then, the next one stuck his cock in my mouth and I sucked him, too. I really am a great cocksucker and I was proving that to David, this day. I pushed the second cock out with my tongue.

"Are you watching me, David? Are you seeing me suck their cocks? Give me another cock. I've only sucked two. I need a cock in my mouth."

The next man accommodated me and he had a huge cock, bigger than David's cock. He was gagging me but I was determined to take all of him, to deep throat him. I was determined to give him the best blow job he has ever had and David the best show. I could hear him breathing hard and feel his pleasure with mine. I loved sucking his cock, then he, too, pulled out. I felt him pulsate and tasted his precum, he, too, was ready to cum. They all would have cum, cum in my mouth, and I would have swallowed all that they had, had they not pulled out.

"Was that good, Baby? Did you like it when I sucked your cocks?" I licked my lips. "Mmm, David the last man had a much bigger cock than you. I love big cocks. I only wish I could have tasted him, all of them. I wished that they could have cum in my mouth so that I could have swallowed all of their spunk."

"Slut."

David said it in a whisper, but I heard it.

"I'm not your slut anymore, David. I am their slut. Fuck me, boys. I want to be fucked and sucked and when you are done, I want all of you to stick your big cocks up my ass. Then, before you go, after you have cum in my pussy and in my ass, I want to blow you so that I can finally taste all three of you."

Hands were everywhere stripping me naked. They were not gentle this time. Tearing at my clothes, they ripped off my blouse, my bra, my skirt, and my panties. All that I had left were my garter belt and stockings.

The first man had a small cock but thick and he fucked me for five minutes before he shot a hot load in my pussy. Apparently, he was already hot from my blow job and from my dirty talk. I love talking dirty when I am having sex.

The second man had a much longer cock but it was slender and I could feel it pointing up inside of me. He, too, did not last long and shot a hot load in my pussy within a few minutes. The third man, my lover, had a huge cock. Taking that cock in my hole made me grimace at first but the pain felt good. He fucked me and fucked me hard. I loved fucking him. Only I wanted him, really wanted him.

"Please, until my hands. I need to hold onto your ass."

I heard the snap of a push button blade and I was free instantly.

I reached up and flipped off the blindfold. He was a black man. I never had a black cock before and if he was the measure of the man, then he was quite the man.

He fucked me but did not cum. He gave me orgasm after orgasm and I screamed louder with each one, louder than I would have, ordinarily, but I wanted to demonstrate to David that I was being fucked, being fucked by a black man with an exceptionally big cock and loving every minute of it. I felt him hold back and I was satisfied with his performance and glad that he held back because I was hoping to suck him off and swallow all that he had to offer.

Now, I wanted them to fuck me up the ass. I never had anal sex before but I was ready for it now.

"Fuck me up the ass. Someone, please, I want to feel what it is like to have a cock up my ass."

No one stepped forward. I looked at my two white intruders and they both looked done. Then, my Nubian prince stepped forward and offered his cock to my willing mouth. I sucked him like I sucked him before by taking all of his penis inside, deep throating him. Then, I released him halfway back out and glided my hand over his gorgeous member while I sucked and sucked and licked and sucked his huge, black cock until like an eruption, I felt him come alive and he shot huge gobs of cum in my mouth and down my throat. Never had I sucked anyone off like that before. It was an electrifying experience. I had cum in my eye, in my hair, and all over my face. Yet, how was that possible when I swallowed so much of it and of him.

Then, when I opened my eyes, my two spent white men were jerking themselves off all over my face. I was getting a cum bath. I opened my mouth to take in as much as they were willing to give.

"Oh, David, I have had such an enjoyable evening. Thank you so much for his. Truly, you have outdone yourself," I said running my tongue around my lips licking up spent cum.

"Fucking whore," he said under his breath. "You're a fucking whore!" He slammed the door, I heard his car leave and their car back out and they were gone, all gone.

I do not remember running down the stairs but I did and nearly fell because I skipped so many steps. I locked and chained the front door before crumpling in tears. I cried for an hour then returned upstairs to take a long, hot shower. I cried the entire time I was showering and I cried myself to sleep.

I was angry, more than angry, but the thing that kept me sane, the one thing that kept me going was retribution. I was going to fix him. I wanted to repay him back with every bit as and more humiliation and violation that he did to me.

Early the next morning, I called my best friend, my hairdresser, Roger. He was at my house within 5 minutes and right behind him was a locksmith changing the locks.

"That bastard! That bastard! I can't believe he did this to you. That bastard!"

Roger hugged and consoled me while I devised my plan of retaliation.

"Roger, I want you to do me a favor."

"Sure, baby, anything for you." He held me tight. "You just name it."

"I whispered in his ear and felt his eyes widened and his mouth drop."

"No, Sweetie. I can't do that. No, dearest. That's wrong. That is so wrong, Baby, but," he smiled and giggled like a girl, "but that is so deliciously good." He pulled away. "Let me make some calls and I'll see what I can do."

I called David the next day.

"Hi, David."

"Hello, Julie." He sounded surprised that I called him. 

"I just wanted to thank you for last night. Oh, my God, what an adventure you gave me." It took all that I had to fight off my tears and not to break down. If I had a gun, I would have shot him through the telephone.

"Uhm, well, yeah, you know, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I had no idea, I mean, I'm sorry I called you a slut and a whore, but if I knew you were like that before maybe, you know, you and I—"

"Listen, David, I'm calling you because...it is only fair that I reciprocate. I mean, I need for you to feel what I felt. The experience was..." I choked back tears, "freeing, and I want you to know what it was like." It took all that I had to control my shaking voice. "So, with that in mind, I have arranged a surprise for you."

"Surprise? What do you mean, Julie?" There was a silence. "Is this call being recorded? Did you go to the police?"

"Police?" I laughed. "What on earth for? Hello, police, I want to report my husband for giving me the most romantic and sexual exhilarating night of my life."

"What then, what is your surprise?"

"Well, I cannot divulge who they are, but they are friends of a friend who, I know, will give you as much enjoyment and pleasure as your gift of three men have given me." I almost burst into tears and had to pull the telephone away.

"Are you okay, Julie?"

"Yes, yes, I, uhm, was just quivering with excitement thinking about last night."

"So, are you serious, you are going to hook me up with one of your friends and—"

"No, not one of my friends, David, three of my friends. Have you ever had a threesome, I mean, a real threesome, you and three hotties?"

"No, but, you know that has always been a fantasy of mine. And, I can't wait to—"

"Listen, I have to go. I have another call, but be here at 8 sharp, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, and Julie—" click.

I pulled out all the stops. I wore my red micro mini-skirt over a red thong, with red high heels, and my tea cup bra that serves up my nipples, beneath a nearly transparent unbuttoned blouse. The warmth of revenge negated the need for more clothing.

David was early, of course, the horny man that he was. And just as planned, I had my friends, Phyllis, a tall striking blonde, Christie, a shapely redhead, and Susan, a dark haired siren pull in behind David's car, just as he stood at the front door with mouth gaping.

I opened the front door.

"Hi, David. You're early. I'm not quite ready for you."

"Oh, do you want me to wait outside?"

I waved to my girlfriends.

"Hi, girls."

"Hi, Julie. Is that David? Hi David. He's cute."

"No, no, David, of course, not. Just let me get you upstairs. I don't want to ruin your surprise." I escorted David inside and then yelled to my friends, "I'll just be a minute. Can you be dolls and wait right there?"

The Charlie like Angel women waited by their car while David took another leering stare at them.

"Are they, the surprise, I mean, coming to the, uhm, party?"

"Let's not spoil the surprise, David. Go ahead and head on upstairs."

Once upstairs, I directed him to the bed, tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts and placed a blindfold over his eyes. Then, I turned off the light, closed the door, and left with my three friends for the evening.




Once Upon A Time...



Roger entered the room with three of his closest and biggest friends, Bruce, Brad, and Bruno. Suffice it to say, that if David was to ever go to prison, he would have nothing to fear because he has already been through the worst of it.



Once Upon a Time



This really happened.

About 12 years ago I had been communicating with an Israeli girl who was quite a bit younger then I was. We met on ICQ, and chatted for a year or so on MSN. At the time MSN had pretty good quality video and although we never had a sexual kind of friendship I had enjoyed some pretty fantastic accidental glimpses.

She was in the habit of wearing just a sarong when we chatted, but because it was hot in her country I thought nothing of it. Well nothing except how much I loved to see her breasts through the silk sarong. Even an occasional peak at her panty covered pubes or her cheeks from the rear through the material (it was clear she wore a thong).

I'd been divorced for a few years at this time, but maintained my perfect gentleman status when we chatted. I'd wait till after she logged off and jack off thinking about her as I looked at pictures on line. This was before everyone had high speed internet and the best I could do was find pics on the news servers. I worked and helped me to stay the gentleman.

Eventually she came to visit, I was ecstatic. She landed at LAX and I was there to pick her up. We returned to my home, and to my surprise at bed time she wanted to share my bed. I knew she was very tired from her trip so I allowed her to just sleep, even though I was rock hard when I climbed into bed. 

In the morning I served her coffee in bed. I stroked her cheek gently to wake her and she woke with a smile. I was still in gentleman mode so I wore shorts, and was pleased she woke with a smile. She sat up in bed exposing her perfect breasts. I was 52 and she was 34 so her tight young figure was quite exciting. With the 18 hour flight she had endured I remained the gentleman and did my best not to stare at her breasts. After coffee we both showered and met in the kitchen for breakfast. I was pleased to see the sarong was back on her beautiful 5'1" 105lb body. Such a wonderfully sexy outfit ;)

We spent the day talking face to face, and retired to sleep together again. She was quite jet lagged so I let her sleep undisturbed once again.

The next day we headed north to San Francisco. We spent the afternoon there sight seeing. When we got to bed that night I slid in behind her and put a hand on her breast. She responded so i began kissing her on the neck while I teased her nipple. When I slid my hand towards her thong covered pussy she stopped me. She was quite direct and told me she did not want to have sex. I was a but taken back, had I read the signals wrong. I didn't push it, and rolled over to sleep but it took some time for sleep to overcome me.

The next day I brought up what had happened before. I apologized if I had crossed a line. She told me she told me she did not want to have sex but it was clear to her that I did. I told her that of course I did, but could manage to just be a gentleman and a friend. We enjoyed the day and headed towards Yosemite.

That night we stayed in a little log cabin bungalow, and again were to share a bed. As I came to bed she said "even though I do not want to have sex it is okay if I want to masturbate looking at her." I was surprised and immediately turned on. It had always been a fantasy to have a woman watch me jack off and even better that she was so young. 

I said "oh I would enjoy that."

So there we were on the bed, her in just a thong and me nude with a huge hard on. I looked at her and began to stroke my cock, and she watched my cock. I reached out to touch her breast and hesitated. She said it was okay for me to touch her while i masturbated. I fondled her breasts and stroked my cock. She looked up at me and asked if I wanted to cum on her breasts or her ass. Being more of an ass man I opted for the ass.

She turned over and showed me her very tight perfect ass, the thong splitting her cheeks. Once again I reached out to touch her and when I had a hand on her cheek she raised up against my hand. I spread her cheeks and could see she as not shaved (just as I like it). As I fondled her ass and jacked off I noticed she had slid a hand under herself and was working on her clit. I grew a bit bolder and spread her cheeks further, getting a good look at her hairy ass and taint. My cock was fucking hard, I was so fucking turned on. I held off as long as I could but when she began to quiver from her own orgasm I lost it and shot all over her butt and back.

It went on like that for the rest of the week. On the last night she said she wanted to watch me. So I sat between her legs and fondled her thong covered pussy while she watched me stroking my cock. I was exploring as much as I could without penetrating her, and she looked at me and asked "You are learning me." I told her that I was indeed learning. She reached out and touched the head of my cock and that took me over the top. I shot all over her hand, her panty covered pussy and even splattered some up to her breasts.

The last day of the trip was uneventful, we had a great visit. In fact every day we had together was fantastic. She boarded the plane back to Israel and flew off.

We remain friends till this day. The sexual experiments we enjoyed on the trip stopped when she flew away, but the memories have lasted me forever.



Once Upon a Time



Katie felt his tongue trail across her belly, then feeling pressure upon her knees, she allowed him to push her legs open further. She laid back upon the bed, closing her eyes. She could feel his gaze upon her, felt his fingers as they trailed up her inner thighs. She shivered as he ran his fingers over the lips of her cunt, playing with the curls of hair there. He ran his cheek against her thigh, rubbing against her like a cat. His face was rough from the growth of stubble, not quite the five o'clock shadow that some men got, but still enough that his cheeks tickled over her sensitive skin.

"My sweet princess, you are so wet," he murmured as his finger dipped between the lips of her cunt. Katie moaned in response, her fingers digging into the quilt. As Lance began to spread her lips open further she shuddered in pleasure. His touch was so gently, so careful. Not at all like her husband who thought nothing of just shoving a finger down there and rubbing without care of whether she was wet or enjoyed it. The act of foreplay was foreign to him and he felt that just shoving his fingers into her dry cunt was enough to get the job done.

Lance's fingers slowly opened the folds revealing the glistening skin, each fold seemed to cover a treasure he sought to unearth. He softly ran his finger from the base of her opening upward, until he found the hard knob of her clitoris amongst the folds there. Katie could not help but shudder and shiver under his touch. Then suddenly she felt his tongue lapping over her, as Lance began exploring her with his mouth. He would lap roughly over her clit, feeling it swell in response until it stood out from its hidden den, glistening and red. When it was fully extended he took it into his mouth and sucked at it, his tongue darting small circles around it. Katie's hips pressed upward toward his mouth, pressing herself tight against his mouth. She cried out in pleasure as he began running his lips up and down on the small knob. Quickly he would suck it in and out of his mouth...sucking and lapping at it all the while until Katie cried out, "Yes, oh my God, Yes!!" He could feel her body tense and press upward grinding herself against his face. 

As Lance could sense she was nearing orgasm, he slipped two fingers deep into her. They slid so easily into her, gliding over her velvety walls. He sunk them in deep until the knuckles of his hand were lost in the folds of her. He kept lapping at her, his tongue darting over her clit, his fingers now sliding into her as she pumped herself against them. He felt the muscles of her cunt gripping and holding his fingers as he slipped then in and out of her. He could tell she was close to the top when she brought her legs up off the floor and crossed them around his shoulders, pulling herself forward, her hands now holding the lips of her cunt open for him. Her moans were so loud now he could barely hold himself back from climbing up onto her and sinking deep into her, joining her on her climb. 

Her body shook with ecstasy, until finally she grabbed his hand and made him stop. She lay before him, still shaking, and said "Had I known it could be like this, I would have hung around the grocery store a lot more often." He laughed, and climbed up onto the bed to lie on his side next to her. He caressed her stomach, and leaned in to kiss her. She responded immediately to his lips on hers, she turned toward him. Wrapping a leg over his hip she pulled herself in close to him. He could feel her breasts pressed to his chest. He reached for her and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly, until both of them were resting quietly. 

He could feel her body next to him go relaxed as she faded off to sleep. He lay there beside her holding her. He looked across at her sleeping face, the soft hair cascading over her forehead, the light fringe of eyelashes, the slope of her nose, and the perfect shape of her lips. He longed to reach out and touch those lips but dared not in fear of rousing her. Katie turned slightly and snuggled her head closer. He felt the soft puffs of her breath on his neck. He lay there like that for a while, until he could see the sunlight fade. 

Reaching across her, he gently rubbed his hand down her arm. She awoke with a start, and upon seeing him, smiled. She was surprised to see that he was there and that it hadn't been a dream. Her hand went up to his lips and traced them, and she then leaned forward to kiss him. It seemed impossible to her that someone she has just met could cause such a sense of arousal within her. 

While kissing him, she maneuvered him onto his back, following with her body to rest astride him. Her body leaned forward, resting on his chest, both arms supporting her as she kissed him passionately. She could feel his cock stiffening under her as he responded to her advances. She pressed herself tight against him, feeling his cock slipping into the folds of her pussy. Once she felt it there, she started to rock back and forth upon it, feeling it slide over the folds of skin, feeling the head of his cock gliding across her clit. She continued slowly sliding his back and forth within the folds of her pussy until she felt him start to moan and thrust upward. It was at this point that she sat up, raising her body up slightly, and as his cock slid past her opening once again, she shifted her hips and felt the tip dip inside her. 

Looking down at Lance, his face tensed in pleasure, she slowly rose and lowered herself over his cock, now sitting astride him. Teasing him and herself at the same time. It took all her control not to slam down upon his cock, driving it deep into herself. She was dying to feel it pound into her, and grind it against the back wall of her hot cunt. Katie wanted this man more than any man she had ever been with, and denying herself immediate pleasure was a test of will. 

She could feel the tip of his cock enter her, feel the lips of her cunt close around it as it slipped into her, and as she lowered herself down onto him, she shivered with intense pleasure. It was something new to her to be in control, and she felt that Lance was a special man to allow her this. She could feel his body shudder with pleasure and feel his hips lift slightly trying to press more of his cock into her, but she could also tell he held back, allowing her to set the pace. Slowly she lowered herself down upon him...each stroke would take his cock a little deeper into her, until finally, she succumbed to the feeling and in one fell blow, sunk his cock all the way into her. She felt the back walls of her cunt stretch as his cock filled her. 

It was then that Lance lost control of his composure and grabbed her hips, holding her on him as he drove his cock deep into her. She felt it grind deep inside her, and as he fucked her, she met his thrust with her own. They slammed together in a rhythm of pleasure. Her body arched forward to rest on her arms, her breasts swaying back and forth as she slammed his cock deep into herself. Lost in animal like passion, she and Lance drove one another to the brink of orgasm, until suddenly Katie felt a wave wash through her, and she groaned in pleasure. Lance could feel her pussy tighten and grip at his cock as she came. He continued sliding it into her, holding it deep inside her for a moment then dragging it out, to start the process again. He fucked her through her orgasm until she collapsed on top of him, still grinding her cunt onto his cock, breathing in huffs of pleasure. He wrapped his arms about her, and held her to him. Her body shuddering with bliss as he drove his cock deep into her. 

Swinging her to the left, he rolled her over onto her back, hooking his arms beneath her knees, he drove his cock deep into her. Over and over he pounded it deep, feeling it slide against the silky slick walls, feeling the heat of her, the wetness sloshing around his cock. He could feel his passion peak as his balls tingled. The first arch of cum spurted from him deep into her, as he slammed himself over and over into her. Pulse after pulse of hot cum spewed from him bathing the walls of her cunt. He groaned as he shot the last bit of cum deep into her, grinding his cock tight into her. He then collapsed over her, his weight pressing her into the bed.

They both laid there for a while, locked together, his cock still within her, breathing heavily, recovering. He then rolled off of her, and snuggled up close to her, kissing her shoulder. She looked over at him, as he tenderly caressed her hip. Katie had never had a man who was so tender and loving. She couldn't stand the thought of leaving his embrace. As she thought of going back to her sorry life, he sensed her sadness. He lifted her chin and kissed her, as he said," Princess, you deserve a castle, you deserve to be loved and cherished. Don't ever settle for less. Promise me you won't, Princess. Promise me." Katie heart skipped a beat and she swallowed back a sob. She knew that it was time for her to go. 

Slowly she rose from the bed, her hands caressing him. She wanted to remember the feel of his skin under her palm. He rose to stand next to her, and pulled her close, holding her until both of them were ready to part. They dressed quickly, knowing that if they paused, neither of them would have the strength to go. 

On the drive back to her car, he reached across to hold her leg, and once more she held her hand over his. She tried to memorize the feel of his hand on her. Nothing had ever felt so right as this moment. As he pulled in next to her car, and turned off his engine, she turned toward him in the carseat. "Will I see you again?" she asked. He smiled at her, "Of course Princess, I am your knight in shining armor, remember?"

He got out and walked around the car to open the door for her, and it took all of her will to get out. She stood there in front of him, tears dripping down her cheeks, and he once again lifted his hand to wipe away the wetness. "I found you crying, and now I leave you the same way...Princess, don't ever let anyone make you cry." He then pulled her close to her and kissed her. Her knees went weak as their lips met, only his arms around her kept her from sinking to the ground. With a sob she broke free of his embrace and turned. "I have to get home, Lance. It's late." She walked over to her car and opened the door, not even realizing she had left it unlocked all this time. As she climbed into the car and seated herself at the drivers wheel, Lance handed her a scrap of paper. On it he had written his phone number. "Call me Princess, if you need rescuing. I will be there in a heartbeat" and upon saying that he turned away from her and got into his car. 

Katie drove home in a daze. She pulled into her driveway and parked her car behind her husbands. Walking up the path to her door, she could still hear his words in her ears. Opening the door to the kitchen, she was greeted by the snarling face of the man she married. "Where the hell have you been, Katie?" he snapped. She walked past him setting a bag of groceries on the counter and calmly said "What do you care? I could have been home hours ago and you wouldn't have noticed." Reaching into the bad, she pulled out the bag of apples. She took one out and turning to her husband she bit into it. She looked at him with indifference and thought to herself that she had been wrong all along. Like the sweetness of the apple she now chewed, there were men out there whom she was deserving of. The man standing in front of her fuming wasn't what she would have to settle for the rest of her life. He continued to yell at her, accusing her of things which in fact were now true, but she no longer cared. His words were nothing to her anymore. Finishing the apple and tossing it into the trashbin, she put her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Her right hand fingered the scrap of paper that had Lance's number written on it. As her husband started to approach her in anger as he had so many times before, she picked up the phone. He paused confused at her non submissive stance and she turned to him "You ever lay another hand on me and you will be arrested, I suggest you get your things together and get out." 

Katie then turned from him and walked from the kitchen. She felt empowered now. She was the heroine in the fairytales. She was someone's princess, and she loved knowing that a new life was beginning for her. As she climbed the stairwell to the second story of her house, she thought of her child who was asleep upstairs. She entered the room where Melissa was and leaning on the doorjamb she saw her stir in her sleep. Melissa woke and saw her mother standing there. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she said "Mommy, where were you? You weren't here to read to me." Katie walked over to her and sat next to her on the bed. Melissa snuggled up to her as Katie reached for the tattered book on the table next to the bed. She opened the book to the beginning and began to read, the story one Melissa had heard so many times before. "Once Upon a Time..." Katie began.



Once Upon a Time



I was at the cash register. I looked out the picture window to the parking lot. There was a small break between the customers. I thought about you. I looked into the dark sky with the creases of lightning that bolted across violently. The soft booms told me the storm was still off a little way. I would finish my shift in fifteen short minutes. I anticipated the storm, but I hoped for it to come just after I got home. I felt wet and warm between my legs, already. Those last fifteen minutes were torture.

As the big hand rounded the twelve, and the little hand rounded the eleven, I quickly typed in my clock number, and left the store. There were sporadic splashes of rain already. The clouds were luminous, and the small streaks of lightning came faster and faster. I noticed you, just as I got into my car. Without words, you nodded to me, and beckoned with your index finger. You wanted me to follow you. You knew I would do so, without hesitation. I smiled. The wetness was now accompanied by a small throb.

The click of the windshield wipers and slosh of the tires on the wet road were my only company as I followed you away from work. You drove to my home. I parked in front of my house, and you parked on the other side of the street. I walked toward you. 

"I knew it," I said.

"You knew what?" you asked. The sly look in your eyes gave away the fact that you knew what.

"You knew where I live, therefore, you must have been here before."

"Only yesterday. I wanted to make sure I was right about the address first. Today, I just wanted to be sure you would be alone."

"I don't know who you expected to be here with me." You nodded. It was some time since anyone had lived with me. I was a little bitter about the circumstances. I decided that bitterness needed to be eradicated, though. I dropped it, immediately. Instead, I asked you, "Do you want to come inside?"

The smile you flashed was enough to melt my body before you. If I were a cartoon, you might have seen my eyes turn into hearts, or my tongue fall to the ground. Instead, I opened your car door, and walked toward my house. I had a hundred questions. All of them were pretty much answered with that smile. I couldn't think beyond, "I must get him inside."

The rain poured a little harder, but the thunder was still very faint. As I closed the screen door behind us, I left the door opened. I wanted to hear the storm. Every sensation in my body was on high alert. Before I could turn around, I felt your breath on my neck and your hands on my hips. I closed my eyes, and thought I might cry. If there was willpower left in my body, it was only enough to press back into your body. Soft hands pushed my hair to the side, and softer lips touched my skin, just beneath my ear. I felt your tongue run up under my ear, and back down the length of my neck. My eyes stayed closed, and my ears pricked at the sound of somewhat louder thunder. I shiver passed through me to you.

Your hands dropped to my shirt, and tugged it off my body. I walked us out of the doorway, and turned to look at you. I pulled your shirt over your head, and threw it on the chair in my living room. My cat ran to the screen door, and ignored the two of us. She did not meow, as she normally would, to be let outside. Instead, she just laid down in front of the doorway, and guarded us. I looked back at your body. My eyes ran down the length of the man that stood before me. In the light glow of the night, I could see the soft hairs that covered your skin. My hands moved toward you. You stepped in to receive their caresses. Your breath was now deeper and slower. I listened to the soft vocal breathiness as I felt the firm flesh and soft down of your chest and stomach. I leaned toward you. I pressed my mouth to you. A familiar scent filled my nose, and I breathed you in deeply. Your hands came up around my neck, and you pushed me down to my knees. I opened your shorts, and let them slip to the floor. Your legs stepped out of the shorts, and the naked form I worshipped stood before me.

I cupped your penis in my hand and pulled it up into my mouth. The hard cock strained to meet my lips. Your fingers curled into my hair. I looked up at you to watch you watching me. Your eyes closed, and you tilted your head back briefly. You looked back into my eyes, and I could feel your pleasure in my own sex. My pussy responded to your breathing, your slight thrusting, and your fingers on my scalp. Every little sensation created a desire so intense, I knew that the connection was complete. Each time I pulled your cock into my mouth, and circled my tongue around the shaft, the pleasure you felt was also my own pleasure. I pulled you into my mouth, and then let your cock come nearly to the back of my throat. You pulled back out of my mouth a little, and I curled my tongue up to stroke the bottom of your cock, all the way up to the spot right under the head. You moved your cock in and out of my mouth in time to my sucking. With each motion, in and out, in and out, your voice let out involuntary moans and whines. I put my hands up around your butt. I ran my fingers along the down of hair that covered your ass. I pulled gently at your cheeks, and pulled your cock into my mouth. I released your butt, and moved my mouth away from your penis. I gripped your butt again, and pulled you back into my mouth. Your body weakened. I moved one hand to your balls and gently stroked and felt the skin around them tighten. I released you completely.

I stood, and let my pants drop to the floor. You gripped the edges of my black panties, and pulled them to the floor. Your head came to my pussy. Your fingers parted the lips, and you were instantly coated with my wetness. Your tongue glided easily over the flesh. You worked me as I watched you from above. My knees could barely support me, though. I led you out to the back patio. I pulled you into the rain, and into the now raging storm. I put my mouth over yours. I wanted you. I wanted to taste you, feel you, smell you, hear you, and look at you all at once. I couldn't decide what to do with this intense desire. You grabbed me, and pulled me down to the ground. In response, lightning flashed and a moment later, thunder echoed around us. You laid back a little, and I kneeled over you. I pulled your cock into the wet folds of my pussy. Your penis slid into me, then I slid up and down upon your cock. You touched the spot toward the back of me that no one else ever could reach. As I moved my body over you, I kept my eyes on you. I pressed my lips to yours, and you opened your mouth. Your tongue moved in time with my thrusts. I pressed my hands into your chest, for more leverage, and you put your hands over my breasts. You pinched the nipples delicately. Your hands cupped my breasts, and your tongue worked over my entire mouth. Your cock continued to press into the deep spot inside me, over and over.

"You feel so fucking good. I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted to feel just like this for too long. Just fuck me," I whispered into your ear.

"Yesss…" was all you could respond.

"Do you like me here on top of you? Do you want this to last forever? Doesn't this feel like absolute heaven?"

You could only nod. I smiled and whined as I writhed into a new position.

I pulled back and pushed myself back from your body. With just a little help of your fingers, my body found its way to the orgasm it sought from you. In response, your cock thrust inside of me more quickly. On the edge of my dissipating spasms, I heard you sigh and moan and whine all at once, and your body convulsed gently beneath me. More thunder accentuated our orgasms. More rain beat upon us. I fell upon you and laid my head on your chest. Your hands mindlessly stroked my back. Even more than before, I wanted to cry.

"I might actually believe there is a God after that," I whispered to your chest. A short laugh escaped you. You stood and led me back inside after the euphoria left us. The rain was now cold and irritating. We walked into my blue bedroom. We dried with a towel left in my room from my earlier bath. I curled up beside you on my bed. I didn't ask how long would you be there. I didn't ask when you would leave. Instead, I pushed away my tears of longing to possess you, and kissed your body as you reclined upon my bed. I had that night to forget all about the future. I had all night to pretend you didn't live hundreds of miles away. I wanted to ignore it all, no matter how hard my heart would eventually break to see you leave me, again. 

"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" I asked.

"Do what you want, it's your house."

I turned on the radio, and one of my favorite songs played. I laughed. You didn't bother to ask why. You could probably have guessed. I wondered at the synchronicity in the world, and could only laugh.

"Yeah, maybe there is a God, after all." 



Once Upon a Time



Her wetness was apparent from the soggy feeling she had between her legs as she uncrossed them when she heard her name called. Sitting in the waiting room, she had been thinking about how she was going to explain to the doctor, why she was wet and what was causing her erotic dreams that were keeping her awake at night. 

It all started the day she came home and found her husband and her son fucking in the living room. She had watched her husbands big cock pound in and out of her son’s ass hole and had heard her son moaning and groaning, asking for more. She had, at the time, been repulsed by what she was watching but at the same time, she found it very erotic to see the two men in her life, enjoying each other. She had spent many hours thinking about it and the more she thought about it, the more excited she had gotten. Now she was in for her annual check up and all she could think about was wanting to watch her two men fucking again and again.

The nurse ushered her into a small alcove and she sat down on the only chair. She crossed her legs and tried to remain calm but her wet pussy rubbing against her panties wouldn’t let her. She looked up as the doctor entered the room. How was she going to tell him about her wetness and not make it appear as anything out of the ordinary.

“Morning,” was all she could say as the doctor sat looked down at her, a chart in his hands.

“I see it’s that time of the year,” he said, flipping a page.

“Yes it is,” she replied.

The doctor grabbed a gown form the cupboard and handed it to her, telling her to disrobe and put the gown on and lay on the table. He left the room and told her he would be right back. As she started taking her clothes off, her mind wandered. With her shorts in a pile on the floor, she imagined her son helping her out of them as her husband stood behind her, unhooking her bra straps and pulling it off her. Her son was helping her out of her panties, pulling them down over her hips, slowly uncovering her mound. Her husband now had reached around and had both of her breasts in his hands, caressing them and pulling on her nipples, making her moan in excitement. She looked in the mirror and saw that her nipples were standing out, hard and full, as she continued to undress.

She stood completely naked in front of the mirror and looked up and down her body. She could see the wetness between her legs and she absentmindedly, ran her hands across her breasts, pulling her nipples with her fingers. She could see the two men in her life had her sandwiched between her now, her husband still caressing her sensitive breasts and her son, on his knees in front of her, slowly parting her legs, reaching up into her with a finger, exploring her and finding her sensitive clit. She moaned softly just as the door opened and the doctor reappeared, this time with a nurse. She quickly picked up the gown and threw it over her head, trying to quickly recover. He smiled as she did and the nurse quietly closed the door. She got onto the table and looked straight up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at either of the two for fear she would give away her erotic feelings.

The doctor wrote something on her chart as the nurse moved over to help her. She raised her legs and feet into the stirrups and looked down her body at the nurse who was standing at the end of the table, adjusting it. She watched the nurse's face and saw a slight smile come over it a she finished what she was doing. The doctor moved around to the end of the table and sat on a stool, his face close to her spread legs.

He began the examination and as he did, she thought that he had probably seen this all before and there wouldn’t be anything to explain. She felt his finger enter her and she groaned quietly, hoping that neither of the them heard her. She quickly looked at the nurse and saw she had a bemused smile on her face. The doctor's face was a mask, not showing anything as he continued. The more he explored and examined her, the hotter she got. She moaned quietly several more times during the exam and hoped it would be over soon. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctor stood up and told her to lower her legs. She did with the nurse’s help and sat on the edge of the table, holding on to it to keep herself from falling off. The doctor was writing on her chart as the nurse left the room. He finally looked up and smiled at her.

“I see you’ve been active sexually,” he said.

“Well, yes and no,” she replied, trying to appear calm.

“What does that mean. Is it yes or no?” he asked.

She had to think for a minute because she knew he wanted to know why she had been so wet.

“It’s yes,” she replied in a weak voice.

“I see.”

Again he wrote on her chart before saying anything. He sat down in the chair and faced her, putting the chart down beside him.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about having sex. Most people are a little hesitant about talking about it but seeing the state you are in, I thought maybe there was something we needed to talk about.”

She swallowed and lowered her eyes, looking down at the floor. The doctor was waiting for her to say something but she didn’t know how to start. Finally, after a few minutes of silence between them, he spoke again.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I understand,” he said, reassuringly. “You are a beautiful woman and any man would want you and I envy that man.”

She looked at the doctor and noticed he had a quiet, lusty look in his eyes as he stared at her. 

“It’s not what you think,” she said quietly, still watching him.

“Oh, then what is it?” he asked. “Fantasies?”

She hesitated again and then decided to tell him about her wanting the two men in her life, her husband and her son, to make love to her.

“It is a bit of a fantasy but it is also reality,” she started. “The other day I came home and found my son and his father, fucking in the living room. I watched them as they moaned and groaned until I couldn’t watch anymore.”

“Why did you stop watching them?” he asked.

“I just didn’t feel right about seeing the two of them making love and I felt ashamed for the two of them.”

“That’s natural,” he said, reaching out and touching her knee with a warm hand. “Did you feel left out?”

“Well, at the time, no but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to be with them, feeling their hands all over my body, caressing it and fondling it, making me come. I watched to feel their two cocks in me, fucking me as hard as they can and feeling their come erupt inside me, filling me.”

The doctor leaned back in his chair, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m horny all the time and I am having trouble thinking about anything else but having them make love to me.”

“Why don’t you talk to them about it or do something that will lead them to do the things you want them to do to you?” he asked.

“I’m a little afraid that they may not want to include me. I can’t tell them I watched them but I want to see them fucking each other over and over again and I want to hear them as they fuck, moaning and groaning.”

“Have you ever had these feeling before you watched them?”

“No.”

“Well, I think you have to tell them how you feel and let them take it from there,” he said, standing up. “You are healthy and I think a good fucking by the two of them is just what the doctor ordered.”

She looked at him quickly and he was smiling broadly at her. She grinned back at him as he turned to open the door. She wasn’t sure but she thought she saw a fleeting glimpse of a bulge in the front of his pants as he turned and left the room. She quickly got dressed and left the office, smiling to herself as she drove home, hoping that her two men would be there. She wanted them both and she needed them both. She wanted their cocks inside her, fucking her and filling her. As she drove into the driveway, she saw that their cars were there and she hopped out, almost running to the door. She entered quietly and went looking for the two of them. As she walked down the hall towards her bedroom, she heard them.

“God, that feels good. Your cock is so hard. Fuck me.”

She stopped and listened for more. She quietly went to the door to the bedroom and slowly pushed it open. There in front of her were the two of them fucking. This time, her son had his long hard cock buried deep in his father’s ass, pumping it in and out. As she watched them, she felt her wetness return and her nipples growing hard again. She reached up and ran her hand across her chest, feeling their hardness. With her other hand, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, feeling her wetness increase as she probed herself with a finger. 

She watched as the two men continued fucking until she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to have them as she started to take her clothes off, never looking away from the two men. As her bra rubbed slightly against her hard nipples as she took it off, she moaned softly. She closed her eyes and the immediate thought of the two men undressing her came into her mind. She could feel their hands exploring her body as they undressed her and she could feel their hard cocks rubbing against her. She opened her eyes and found the two of them had come over and joined her, her husband behind her, his hands caressing her breasts and her son on his knees in front of her, helping her out of her soaked panties.

She closed her eyes again and let her arms fall to her sides. They could do anything they wanted to her as long as they didn’t stop. She felt a finger exploring her slit, slowly rubbing up and down it, feeling her wetness as her breasts were tingling from the caresses they were getting from behind her. She spread her legs to let her son have more access to her and wanting to feel his tongue on her and inside her. She slumped back against her husband and groaned as she felt his tongue on her ear lobe, licking and sucking on it. This was more than she could ask for. She was living her fantasy.

She felt a pair of lips on hers, probing her mouth with it’s tongue as she felt a tongue on her ass, sliding up and down her crack, pushing at her hole, trying to invade her. She groaned louder this time and put her arms around her son as they kissed and explored each other’s mouths. 

She felt a finger push against her hole and enter her ass. It made her jump a little but she found the feeling was overwhelming. Her son was still sucking on her tongue as her husband pushed his finger into her as far as he could, exploring her canal. 

“Fuck me,” she whispered through her son’s kissing. “I want the both of you to fuck me.”

Her son’s lips left hers and she opened her eyes. He was smiling at her as he led her over to the bed. She got on it and wrapped her arms around her son, finding his hungry mouth again. As their lips locked together, she felt her husband pushing against her ass with his finger again.

“Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass,” she said as she lifted herself away from her son’s lips.

“Fuck me now. I want your hard cock inside my ass.”

Her lips found her son’s waiting mouth again as she felt her husband’s cock pushing against her ass hole. She felt its head enter her and a slight pain but she pushed back against him, wanting him fully inside her. She raised her ass in the air a bit and felt her husbands hard cock sliding up into her, filling her canal with his love stick. When she felt his balls resting against her ass, she pulled away from her son's mouth.

“I want your cock too,” she said, looking at him through half closed eyes. “I want your cock in me too.”

He son got out form under her and positioned himself so his hard, long cock was pointing at her face. She opened her mouth and he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock into her warm receptacle, feeling the wetness of her mouth surround it. He groaned as she clamped her lips around his cock, motioning for him to fuck her mouth and wiggling her ass at her husband, wanting him to fuck her. She had never had two cocks inside her and the feeling was making her come. She groaned loudly as she felt the hard cock in her ass, slowly withdraw and then plunge back fully into her. Her son was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth as her husband started thrusting harder and faster deep inside her bowels.

She groaned loudly every time her husband thrust his hard cock fully up into her ass. He son’s hard cock was tickling the back of her throat with every thrust of his hips and she felt it start to thicken. She wanted his come. She wanted to feel it slide down her throat, warm and sticky. She wanted to feel her husband’s sperm spew up inside her, filling her ass with its warmth. She didn’t have long to wait. Her son’s cock twitched and she felt it expand just as she felt the first spurt of his come splash onto her tongue. She greedily wrapped her lips tighter around his cock and let him fill her mouth with his hot come. At the same time, she heard her husband grunt once before starting to fill her canal with his hot come. He held himself against her ass as he pumped load after load of hot, wet come deep inside her. She swallowed as quickly as she could, not wanting to lose any of the hot come that was pouring down her throat. When they finished, it was as if time stood still. No one moved. Her son was holding her head against his groin as her husband held himself against her ass, his balls resting against her cheeks. 

Finally, she felt her husband’s cock slowly start to withdraw from her ass as her son pulled his cock out of her mouth. She slumped forward as they rolled away from her and sighed deeply. She now knew what it was like to be fucked by two men and she wanted more. She rolled slightly until she could see the both of them. Without saying anything, she reached out and wrapped her hand around her son’s hardening cock, feeling it grow in her hand. At the same time, she noticed her husband was getting hard again and she reached over and grabbed his cock, pulling the two of them towards her. 

“Fuck me again,” she said weakly. “Fuck me both at the same time. I want a cock in my ass and a cock in my cunt. Fuck me, please.”

Her husband got on his back on the bed and she moved over him. She felt his hard cock enter her cunt, sliding fully into her, filling her cunt with it wetness and warmth. She then felt her son’s cock pushing against her ass hole, entering her easily, filling her canal once more with it’s stiffness and fullness.

“Oh, yes. Fuck me,” she yelled as they started to pump in and out of her, both their cocks rubbing against each other through her wall and filling her as fully as she had ever been filled. They managed to fuck her slowly at first, in coordinated movements but she wanted to feel them pound her so she started pushing against them.

“Fuck me harder,” she screamed at them. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel you come inside me. Fill me up.”

They started thrusting faster and faster. Her head was afire with the feeling of their cocks pounding in and out of her, making her come. She groaned louder and louder as they continued fucking her two holes with their hard, long cocks. She wanted them to come so badly. She wanted to feel them fill her holes with their come. She wanted to feel their hot come spurting inside her. They fucked her and fucked her as she groaned and moaned, trying to help them come. Her ass clamped around her son’s cock as he pounded her ass and her cunt clenched the hard cock sliding in and out of it. They fucked her long and hard and the harder they fucked her, the more she wanted.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she wailed. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me.”

Her son came first, his hot come spurting up into her ass, filling her canal with its wetness and warmth. Her husband came soon after and she felt his come spewing into her cunt, hot and sticky. She came too, groaning loudly and screaming at them to fill her up. They finished and the three untangled themselves slowly. They all were panting heavily now and needed to rest. She rolled on her back and closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of the two hard cocks fucking her two holes at the same time. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by her son’s voice.

“Are you alright?” he asked her.

“Oh, yes. I feel wonderful,” she replied, smiling at him. “I’ve wanted you two for so long, I didn’t think it would ever happen.”

“What brought this on?” her husband asked.

“I watched you two fuck the other day in the living room and I wanted you both to fuck me.”

Her husband and son looked at each other and smiled. She looked at them and saw the twinkling in their eyes. It took a few minutes but she realized that they had planned this and they knew she had seen them fucking. It was all a plan of theirs to get her in bed with the both of them. She didn’t care because now it had happened and she would never have to wonder what it was like. She wanted them again and again. She never wanted to feel one cock in her, she wanted two in her every time they fucked her.

From that day, the three of them slept in the same bed, in the same room, their two hard cocks continuously filling her holes. They spent many days and nights fucking and she watched the two men fuck over and over again. Her dreams had come true and what a story she would have to tell the doctor next year, but he would have to wait as she rolled over, looking for a cock to fuck her.



Once Upon A Time



Once upon a time, in a place far away but not so very much different than it is here, there lived a young woman who was just voyaging out on the journey of her life. 

She was pretty, but not so pretty that you'd expect to see her on the cover of a magazine. Her hair was sort of blonde and sort of brown, and every once in a while she'd put a red rinse in it that made people look twice, but it never would last long - hair dye never did with her. Her eyes were emerald green. She wasn't particularly tall or short, and she wasn't particularly thin or fat. She was basically your everyday pretty girl, the kind you see walking down the street and when you see her you think to yourself, "She's pretty."

Melissa, her name is Melissa, didn't I tell you? Well, Melissa had gone to college and done well and after she had graduated she had found a good job and moved to the city where the job was.

When she moved to the city she knew only the people she had met when she interviewed for her job, and none of them were her friends yet. So Melissa, for all practical purposes, was an anonymous pretty girl in a new city. Nobody knew her, or where she was from, or who her family was or what people thought about her in the places she had lived before.

And, as far as Melissa was concerned, this was a good thing.

It was a good thing because Melissa wanted a new start on life. And part of what she wanted to do in this new life was figure out what kind of a sexual being she was.

Melissa was not a virgin, but she did not think of herself as being terribly well educated and experienced when it came to sex. Her first experience had come during her freshman year in college with a sweet foreign boy she had met in her chemistry class. They had overcome their shyness and learned about each other's bodies that year, and finally in the early spring they had intercourse. They had never really fallen in love, but did make love occasionally over the course of their college years. She slept with a few other people during those years, but always came back to him. But he had gone home to his country and she had come to this new city.

And she knew that as sweet and wonderful as her sex life with him had been, that there was much more to experience. She thought about how she could get that experience. While meeting boys at college had been fun and relatively easy, she was uneasy about meeting men in bars in this new city. Melissa was also curious about what it would be like to be with a woman. But she had no experience in meeting women at all, and barely had any idea about where to start. 

On top of it all, Melissa wasn't sure she wanted to get into an emotional relationship. It would be nice, but she was pretty sure that if she fell in love with someone that, while she would probably want to experiment sexually with that person, it would be only with that person. So if she wanted to be with a woman, or with more than one person, it would be better if it were just physical. At least that's what she told herself.

So Melissa went on the Internet and found some sites where people advertised for sexual partners and started reading ads.

At first, Melissa was a little shocked. There were a lot of people who sounded like they wanted to do a lot of unusual things - including a few she'd never heard about. But she read through the ads and thought about what she wanted to experience, and then she put together an ad for herself. It read something like this:

Single female, looking to expand my horizons and broaden my experience. I am new to all of this and in search of others who are also new, or those who can be patient with one who is new. I think I'd like to start with a couple, but you might convince me otherwise. I do know that for me pain and humiliation are not erotic, nor are activities involving bodily wastes. Being discreet is a must, but exhibitionism is not out of the question. Drug and disease-free of course, safe sex is required. Please write me and tell how you might help me explore my erotic side. 

Melissa was pleased when she received a number of replies. She was not pleased that most of them were from men who wanted to cheat on their wives and from other men who thought that using foul language and describing their penises in terms that were far from believable was attractive. Still, there were some replies she didn't automatically delete from her e-mail.

A few were from single men she thought might be interesting in the long run or just to cure her horniness when it got to be too much. A few were from single women, some experienced, some innocent. They were interesting, but Melissa just wasn't sure. It just seemed like there was too much of a chance she'd fall in love with one of these people.

And there were a few from couples. They were kind of interesting, but most of them were from people who had been swingers for a while, and some of them had some ideas about what they'd like to do that seemed to be a bit too much for her tastes.

Finally, Melissa came home from work one night and checked her e-mail and there was a letter from a young couple that she thought might be just right.

Clare and Jim was a couple in their early thirties. Here's what they wrote to Melissa that first night:

Dear Melissa,

Tonight your ad came up on the list of people we might be interested in on the matching web site we subscribe to. We looked at your ad and your picture. You are very pretty.

Like you, this is a very new experience for us. Frankly, we're not sure about this kind of activity at all. We are very much in love and are going to stay that way. Still, sharing our bodies with someone else has always been a fantasy for us.

About those bodies - neither of us could be described as Barbie or Ken. I'm 5' 3" and 130 lbs. I have blue eyes and blonde hair (ok, maybe a little like Barbie, but not really). Jim is 5' 10" and 210 lbs. He has brown hair and hazel eyes. We exercise a little, but not as much as we should. Neither of us smokes, but we do drink now and then. No drugs and we're disease free, of course.

We're doing this because we want to explore more about our sexuality. Jim, like many men, has fantasized about being with two women at once. I'm curious about what it would be like to share him with another woman, and what it would be like to be with another woman as well. I hesitate to add that last part - I am curious, but it makes me very nervous as well. I mean, I didn't grow up thinking about women, but we've read some books and gotten some movies with lesbian scenes, and I've found myself reacting to them. So...

Anyway, there's more of course, but I don't want to overwhelm you with a long, perverted letter at first. We're really nervous about this, but if your ad is real, I think we might be at pretty much the same place and maybe we could have some fun together.

Please write back if you're interested.

Clare

Melissa read the letter over a couple of times, then saved it and shut off the computer and had dinner. While she ate, she thought about the letter and what might happen.

"Well," she thought to herself, "This might be what you want to do. They don't sound too threatening. Actually, they sound kind of nice. Check their ad - if it sounds like the letter maybe they could be a good couple to start with."

After she had finished dinner Melissa got back on the computer and found Clare and Jim's ad. It said pretty much what the letter had - they were new to this, wanted to experiment, but were nervous about it. The first picture was pretty much what Melissa expected - a short blonde woman, a little heavy, but not unattractive. Jim was pretty good-looking, but a little heavy too. It was the second and third pictures that got her attention. The first one was of Clare, nude. She was sitting on a chair with her legs spread open. Melissa saw that Clare had shaved off all of her pubic hair. Melissa could see that Clare was probably a little excited when the picture was taken - you could see her inner labia had pushed out from between her outer labia and it all looked a little moist. Clare's breasts were large with pink areolas and erect nipples. The picture made Melissa squirm a little when she thought about what it would be like to be with Clare.

The next picture made her squirm even more. It was of both Clare and Jim. They were naked. Jim was sideways to the picture with his erection jutting out from his body. Clare was on her knees, one hand reaching out towards Jim's penis, the other buried between her legs. It was clear that she was getting ready to give him a blowjob and that she was rubbing herself at the same time. Melissa looked at the picture for a long time.

If we had been in the room with Melissa we would have seen her looking at the picture on the screen with her mouth open a little. Her skirt was bunched up in her lap, and her left hand was between her legs. She was in some kind of reverie and was staring hard at the picture. You would have seen the muscles in her arm working, and if you could have seen her hand, you would have seen it had worked its way inside her panties and that Melissa was masturbating. 

A while later you would have seen Melissa shake a little, and would have heard a soft little moan escape from her lips as Melissa had a little orgasm. And then Melissa wiped her hand on her thigh and blushed a little because she was surprised and a little embarrassed that just looking at a picture and thinking about a letter had gotten her excited.

Melissa opened up her e-mail and sent the following letter to Clare and Jim.

Dear Clare and Jim,

Thank you for your letter. I looked at your ad and you are pretty good looking, too. I really liked your pictures, especially the third one. You're really brave to put that kind of picture up. I also really liked what you said in your letter.

I'm doing this because I want to find out more about myself and about sex and about being with other people. I thought I'd start with a couple because that way I might try some new things with a man and some really new things with a woman. Like you, Clare, I never really thought a lot about being with a woman, but I'm curious. And looking at your picture makes me even more curious about what it would be like to make love with another woman. I also think it would be very exciting to have two people paying attention to me at the same time, and to pay attention to a man with another woman.

I'm a little nervous about all of this and don't know how it really works, but I do think I'd like to meet you. But everything I've heard and read said you should do it someplace safe and you should just meet the first time with no expectations from anybody.

I'm also kind of new to this city, so maybe you should suggest someplace to meet. It should be real public, but discreet at the same time. I guess I mean I need to feel safe. Maybe at a mall or someplace like that where there's lots of people but where we can go to a restaurant and sit down away from other people and talk a little.

Melissa

P.S. Just so you know I am really interested, and that you already excite me, I'll tell you that I masturbated while looking at your picture just now and had a nice little orgasm. Thanks.

Melissa read the letter over and then pushed the button to send it. It went off into wherever e-mail goes and Melissa went to bed. That night she had dreams about having oral sex with men she didn't know and about all of a sudden being naked in a restaurant in a mall and not being able to find her clothes and how the coat check girl wanted Melissa to go down on her before she would tell Melissa where her clothes were. And then, when Melissa went into a clothes store, and she was still naked, every time she went all the clothes changed into sex toys and how everyone in the store was trying them out and how the clerk took a vibrator and put it inside her and she had a big orgasm in front of everybody. When she woke up she felt a little like a porn star Alice in Wonderland.

Three long days later an e-mail came from Clare and Jim. It said that they had thought long and hard about it, and wanted to meet Melissa. They suggested that they meet early the next Saturday afternoon at a mall on the far side of town from where Melissa lived. There was a fountain in the middle of the mall and they could meet there, then find a discreet but public table at one of the restaurants in the mall. Melissa wrote back that she'd be there.

That Saturday our heroine was very nervous, but determined to see things through. "After all," she said to herself, "you don't have to have sex today. You're just meeting two new friends for lunch."

She decided to dress simply, but a little sexily. She selected a blue bra and thong panties that matched. A short denim skirt and a simple but sheer white blouse topped them. If you looked, Melissa knew, you could see the bra underneath the blouse. She also knew that if she weren't careful when she bent over that the skirt tended to ride up a little and show off her butt. She slipped into pair of sandals and looked at herself in the mirror. 

"I look good," Melissa said out loud. She really did, too. There was nothing she was wearing that was unusual or unordinary, but the combination really worked for her. Melissa unbuttoned one more button than she usually did on her blouse and turned sideways to the mirror. Looking over at herself, she saw that her blouse had opened up a little and that her breast, cradled in the blue fabric of her bra, was visible. "Yup," she thought, "If the shirt opens up a little you can see my breast. Good."

Melissa checked her purse. She wasn't planning to have sex today, but just in case she had put some condoms and a small bottle of lube in her purse, along with a little vibrator she really liked. There was also the letter from blood testing place she had gotten the day before. Jim and Clare had been very insistent that she be able to prove that she did not have any STDs and had recommended the company. It had been a little expensive, but it was good to know that she didn't have anything and that Jim and Clare would be giving her similar letters about themselves.

"You are such a slut," she thought to herself. "What are you doing?"

Melissa was nervous. On the drive to the mall she unbuttoned and buttoned her blouse over and over again. When she got to the mall she found a parking place and finally decided to leave her blouse open that extra little bit, but she carefully arranged it so that it didn't blatantly gape open.

She got out of the car and walked across the parking lot. It was August, and very hot and the heat washed up at her from the asphalt. When she walked into the mall the cold of the air conditioning hit her like a wave, and she felt her nipples harden in reaction to it. She heard a little gasp next to her, and looked over. A teenage boy was looking at her - or more accurately - looking into her blouse that had opened up and at how her nipple was clearly poking up through the fabric of her bra. She smiled at him and he blushed a deep red.

Melissa walked to the center of the mall and found the fountain. She didn't see Clare and Jim, so she sat down at a table and waited. A minute or two later she heard a soft voice at her shoulder.

"Melissa?" Clare's voice was barely above a whisper. She was dressed similarly to Melissa, in a green skirt and white polo. 

Melissa turned around. "Yes, are you Clare?" she asked.

"Yes, and this is Jim." Clare turned a little and Jim stepped up. He was wearing khakis and a green polo that matched Clare's skirt.

"Why don't we go over to that restaurant there," said Jim. "It might be a little more discreet."

As they walked over Melissa looked at the couple. They were better looking than in their picture. Melissa blushed when she thought about the fact that she knew what they looked like naked. Clare saw her. 

"You're thinking about those pictures, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes," Melissa admitted. "I am."

"I can't believe we took them, and then put them with the ad," said Clare. "I bet there are lots of guys out there masturbating to them."

"Well," Melissa said quietly, "You know I did."

A few minutes later they were sitting at a booth in a small restaurant. Everyone in the room could see them, and they were next to a window so the people in the mall walking by could see them as well. But the back of the booth was high and, even though they were visible, it was hard for anyone else to hear what they were saying.

After they had ordered lunch and it had arrived, they started talking. Melissa told Clare and Jim about where she had grown up and the kind of work she did and what college was like and what is was like to be in a new city. The told her about growing up in the city and how they met and got to know each other and how Jim had proposed. And then they talked about what they did and about the city and the things they really liked about it.

And after they had eaten, and were sitting in the booth with their coffee, Clare brought up the real reason they all were there. She spoke very quietly; just to be sure she wasn't overheard.

"And then there's sex," she said. "Jim and I have a great sex life. We really enjoy each other and we've tried quite a few things. But, like we said in the letter, we've always thought about being with someone else, too. We put our ad up a while ago, but most of the replies weren't very interesting - in fact most of them were from people we really weren't comfortable with. And then we saw your letter and thought you sounded a lot like us and you were nice looking and everything, so we thought about it and sent you the letter. Your response was really nice and we thought really hard about it and now we're here. And I think you're really nice. And I'm really nervous about this. And if Jim looks down your blouse one more time I'm going to slap him, but I'm kind of glad he is because that means you're turning him on and I'm horny and geez, I'm babbling."

Melissa blushed, and glanced over at Jim. She'd been aware he'd been looking at her breasts now and then, and she'd made sure he could get a good view. She'd never really exhibited herself like this before, and she was a little surprised it worked. Her breasts weren't that big, to start with and she'd got used to the temperature so her nipples weren't poking out anymore. Still, she was flattered.

"I've got to admit I'm a little horny, too," Melissa replied. "I mean, we've been sitting here talking like everybody else, but there's been kind of that undertone. I never unbutton my blouse this far, but today I just had to. And I think you two are really nice. I really have only had sex with a few boys at school and I want to learn more. You seem to be really in love and I know I don't want to do anything to mess that up for you. But I want to know more about how I react to sex, and what it's like to be with more than one person, and a woman." She paused for a moment, and then said; "I think I'd like to be with you, if you want."

Clare and Jim looked at each other for a minute. It was clear they wanted to talk, but felt uncomfortable about doing it in front of Melissa. Melissa solved the problem.

"I need to excuse myself for a minute," she said. "I'll be right back." Then she got up to go to the bathroom, but as she slipped out of the booth she dropped her purse on the floor. She bent over to get it, and as she did she felt her skirt rise up over her butt, and she knew that Clare and Jim were getting a real good look at her backside. She stood up, and saw that both Jim and Clare were blushing a little.

"Just a little more advertising, I guess" she said to them, and blushed herself.

Melissa used the bathroom and took her time washing her hands and brushing her hair and touching up the little bit of makeup she was wearing. Then she went back to the table.




Once Upon A Time



"Melissa," Jim said. "Clare and I have talked about it, and we'd like to invite you to come home with us. We know this is kind of fast, but if we don't try it now we don't know if we'll ever try it or even come back out with you sometime. We're both really nervous about this, but I promise we won't do anything you don't want to. But we really think now is the time and that you're the person."

"Umm," Melissa paused. She had been thinking about this in the bathroom, and she was pretty much in the same place Clare and Jim were. She was nervous about this, and wanted to do it, and she pretty much knew that, like Clare and Jim, it would be really hard to go through this again, with them or with anybody else.

"Ok," she said, finally. "I think I'd really like to come with you. But first, here's the letter you asked me to bring. Do you have yours?"

"Yes, right here," said Clare, digging in her purse. She gave Melissa two envelopes. They opened the letters. Melissa read that both Clare and Jim had been tested by the same company she had been tested by, and that they had no STD's. The letters were identical to hers, so she was able to find the important parts right away.

"So," Clare said, "Do you want to ride with us or follow us?"

"I think I'll follow," Melissa replied. "That way you won't have to bring me back here."

They figured out where each other was parked and how to get together in the parking lot. Jim paid the check and they left. Twenty minutes later Melissa was following them into the driveway of a suburban tract house in a nice subdivision. She got out of the car and followed Clare and Jim into the house. Clare showed her around the house, and few minutes later they were back in the living room.

"Umm, what now?" she asked when they were in the living room.

"Well," said Clare, "we were talking about it in the car on the way here. First, why don't you and I take care of Jim. He's pretty horny and he won't last terribly long the first time, but then he can really last. Then let's see where things go. I think we'll probably be able to figure out what we want to do after that."

"Ok," said Melissa. "What do you like to have done to you, Jim?"

Jim blushed. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "This is really in fantasy territory for me."

"It really is," said Clare. "But I can tell you he likes his nipples licked, and the tip of his penis is really sensitive, and if you stroke him up the underside he really likes it. And he likes having his ass played with, too."

Clare led them all back to the bedroom. "Why don't you use the bathroom first," she said to Melissa. "Just to freshen up. We have a bidet if you want to use that, too. It was here when we bought the house. I never had used one, but it really does make you feel clean, after, you know..." 

"Mmm, ok." Melissa went into the bathroom. She used the toilet and then straddled the bidet and washed herself thoroughly. She'd learned to use one when she was in Europe one summer during high school. She pulled her panties back on and walked back into the bedroom.

"Jim's in the guest bathroom," said Clare. "I'll be right back."

A few minutes later Clare came out of the bathroom, naked. Just like in the picture, Melissa noted, she was shaved. For a small woman she had large breasts. Her nipples were erect. She walked up to Melissa and embraced her. Melissa looked down into Clare's eyes, and realized she wanted to kiss her. So she did. It was a long, slow, deep kiss. Clare's lips were soft and pliant, and their tongues wrestled together. Clare's body was soft and warm. Finally, they parted.

"You have too many clothes on," Clare said to Melissa, reaching out and unfastening the last few buttons on Melissa's blouse. When it was open, Melissa pulled it out of the waistband of her skirt, and shrugged out of it. Clare undid the fastening of Melissa's skirt, and it fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of it and pulled off her sandals.

"Wow!" Jim muttered, standing in the door. He was naked, too, his penis jutting out hard and erect from his body. Much to Melissa's surprise, he was shaved, too.

"Ignore him," said Clare. She reached out and gently caressed Melissa's breast. A little thrill of pleasure ran through her. Melissa felt hands at her back. Jim was unfastening her bra. When it was unhooked, Melissa pulled it over her arms and let it fall to the floor. Clare cupped both of Melissa's breasts in her hands, worrying the nipples into erection with her thumbs.

Jim's hands were on Melissa's hips, sliding her thong down over her legs. She stepped out of them, and she, too, was naked.

Clare released Melissa's breasts and walked over to the bed. She pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed. "Lie down here, Jim," she said. Jim did as he was told. 

Melissa looked at him as he lay on the bed. His penis was sticking up from his body. It was a really nice size, she thought. Not porn-star long, but long enough, and nice and thick. Melissa remembered that the boy who satisfied her the most, at least at first, had a nice, thick penis. 

Clare had climbed onto the bed and was sucking on Jim's tiny nipples. "Join us," she said to Melissa.

Melissa sat on the bed opposite Clare and, tentatively, reached out and began caressing Jim's other nipple. She felt it harden and she bent over and kissed it. Jim put his arm around her and began to caress her side and back. It felt good.

A minute later Clare took Melissa's hand and put it on Jim's penis. It was hard and velvety. Melissa felt herself begin to lubricate. There was something about touching a man. She had to taste him.

Clare, apparently, felt the same way. Together they began to lick Jim's penis, Clare on one side, Melissa on the other. Melissa tried to get her tongue around to the underside of Jim's penis, since Clare had said that really turned him on. Her tongue encountered Clare's, and she looked up and then gave Clare a big kiss. Then she turned her attention back to Jim's penis. It looked like it had gotten even bigger. 

Melissa shifted her weight so she could slide her mouth down over Jim's penis. She took him into her mouth, tasting his maleness. She swirled her tongue around the glans, and then took as much of Jim into her mouth as she could. Tightening her lips around his girth, she sucked hard at his penis, and then slid her mouth slowly up the length of his penis. Jim began to moan.

In the meantime Clare had begun sucking on Jim's testicles. This was another of his favorites. She looked up at him, and at Melissa sucking on him. It turned her on to realize she was watching another woman minister to her husband. It was time.

Clare and Jim had talked about this a lot. After getting him nice and hard, they had decided that the other woman should mount Jim, and that Clare should sit over his face. Clare released his testicle from her mouth, and reached over to the bedside table for a condom.

"Melissa," she said. "It's time to ride him. You first."

Melissa looked up and, reluctantly, let Jim slip out of her mouth. She knew he was getting close, and really wanted to bring him off in her mouth. Still, this was their fantasy, too. She watched as Clare slipped a condom down over Jim's penis, which was wet with Melissa's saliva.

"Go ahead," Clare said. "Get on."

Melissa looked at Jim, and then straddled him. She rubbed herself against his penis, letting it slide in between her labia and against her clitoris. It felt good.

"Are you ready?" she asked Jim.

"Yes...please," he replied.

Melissa grasped his penis and lifted herself up over it. 

"Let me do it," said Clare. Melissa released her grasp.

With one hand Clare parted Melissa's labia, exposing the pink moistness of her vagina, clearly wet with excitement. With the other, she guided the tip of Jim's penis to Melissa's opening. It feels wonderful, Melissa thought as Clare slipped Jim into her.


Slowly she eased herself down onto Jim's penis. It stretched her open, rubbing against the sensitive skin inside her vagina. She moved down over him, and she felt him filling her. Finally, her pubic hair was pressed hard against his shaved pubis. Melissa wiggled a little, pushing her clit against Jim's soft skin.

"That looks so sexy," said Clare. Melissa had begun to slide back up off of Jim, feeling the emptiness as she pulled herself up off of him. She reversed her motion just before he slipped out of her. A moment later she was pressed hard against him, filled by him once again. She began to move up and down on him in a steady rhythm.

Clare straddled Jim's face. "Lick me" she demanded, holding open her labia and exposing her clitoris. 

Jim reached up and put his hands on her hips to hold her in place, and then stuck his tongue out and began to lick up and down the length of his wife's genitals. The pungent flavor of her excitement filled his mouth. He found her clitoris, and steadily circled it with this tongue.

Clare reached up and began to stroke Melissa's breasts. Melissa looked deep into Clare's eyes, and then imitated Clare's caresses, caressing the soft globes on the smaller woman's chest, stroking her hands over the fullness, and worrying their nipples into erection. 

Sensations raced through Melissa she had not experienced before. Jim was filling her nicely, and it felt really good to feel herself moving up and down on him. Clare's hands seemed to know just how to touch her, softly caressing her breasts and stimulating every nerve in them, and then tugging at her nipples and sending an electric current right down to her clitoris.

Suddenly, Jim began to buck up into Melissa, hard. Muffled moans emerged from Clare's crotch, where he was still licking her steadily, and occasionally sucking her stiffened clitoris into his mouth. He was getting close.

Melissa consciously tightened herself around Jim, trying to give him as much friction as possible. She drove herself down against him, taking his thrusts deep within her. Jim pushed up hard into her, over and over again. The crisis was upon him quickly, and Melissa felt him arch up into her as his orgasm raced through him. She squeezed hard around him; trying to pull every drop of semen she could from him.

A minute later she felt Jim relax under her, and she released the muscles of her vagina and felt him slip out of her. 

Clare reached out and drew Melissa's face to her own, and kissed the woman who had just brought her husband to orgasm. They embraced, and rolled of Jim and onto the bed, their bodies pressing together.

Slowly they began to caress each other, their lips never parting. And then Clare was working her kisses down Melissa's neck, and over her chest, and then all over her beautiful breasts. She sucked a nipple into her mouth, and worried it into an even harder erection. 

Melissa's hands were running wherever she could reach on Clare's body. Arms, hair, sides, a breast, buttocks - she just had to touch. Clare continued to nurse at Melissa's breasts, stimulating them more than any man ever had. 

Melissa pulled Clare around a little, and her hand found Clare's mons, and gently cupped it. She had never touched another woman, and was amazed at how soft and warm and wet it was. She thought about how she liked to be touched, and slowly drew her index finger up the line that separated Clare's labia. Since Clare was already excited, her labia parted quickly, and Melissa found herself sliding a finger into the smaller woman's vagina. It was unbelievably soft and warm. 

Melissa felt Clare release her nipple and trail kisses down across her belly. A hand gently pressed her legs apart, and then she felt Clare's hot breath on her most private place. Clare gently parted Melissa's labia, and then ran her tongue from bottom to top, stopping to gently lick the hard nubbin that was Melissa's clitoris.

Melissa trembled with desire. Clare's tongue was driving her crazy. Waves of pleasure washed through her. 

Suddenly, Melissa wanted to taste Clare. She pulled the smaller woman all the way around, so Clare was straddling her face. With both hands she spread Clare's labia apart, opening her up. Melissa lifted up her head and began to lick Clare. Clare returned to what she had been doing, sucking Melissa's clitoris into her mouth and flicking steadily at it with her tongue.

Melissa had tasted herself from time to time when she was masturbating, so the taste of Clare wasn't totally surprising. Still, it was different - deeper, spicier, than she remember her own taste being. She slipped her tongue up into Clare's vagina, tasting her fully. Being with another woman was nice, she thought to herself.

Her orgasm came swiftly. Clare's tongue kept flicking and flicking over the tip of her clitoris, and it was so wild to be sucking another woman, and Clare's smell, and the little noises she made every time Melissa slid her tongue into her vagina and then up and around her hard little clit all worked together and she was there. Melissa felt the muscles in her vagina clamp down and then release, and then the little wave that was the start of her orgasm washed over her.

She moaned. Melissa had never made much noise when she orgasmed before, but this felt so good and wonderful and so she moaned. 

A few minutes later she came back to her senses. Clare was holding her and Jim was sitting on the bed, watching them. Realizing that Clare had not yet had an orgasm, she pushed the smaller woman onto her back and positioned herself between Clare's outstretched legs. Melissa bent towards the clean-shaven labia of her new lover, and inhaled deeply. Her sent was deep, exotic and musky. She lowered her mouth to Clare's genitals, and began to gently lick and probe them. Low, guttural sounds began to escape from Clare's lips.

A few minutes later Clare's voice grew louder, and she arched her hips up against Melissa's insistent tongue. The small woman began shaking, and Melissa focused her attention on Clare's clitoris, sucking it deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue over and around the small, fleshy bud. Clare's body shook even harder, and Melissa moved her tongue even more quickly. Finally, Clare pushed Melissa's head away from her crotch.

"Oh, geez, oh geez, that was so good. I've never been with a woman before, and that was so good," Clare gasped.

Jim lay down next to the two women, and together he and Melissa cradled Clare between them. The three stared into each other's eyes, and then shared an awkward three-way kiss.

Clare started giggling. "This is silly," she said, and sat up.

"Now what should we do?" asked Jim.

"Well," said Clare, "what about, you know..."

"Are you sure?" asked Jim.

"Yes," Clare replied.

"What are you talking about?" Melissa asked.

"Well," said Clare. "You know how I said Jim liked his ass played with? It's got something to do with that."

"What do you mean?" replied Melissa.

"Well," she said, blushing a little," Jim likes to be penetrated. And we have this fantasy. We saw it in a movie. The man was in the middle - he was inside his wife, and then this other woman put on a strap on and she did him while he did his wife. And there's another way, that's kind of my fantasy, where I have two men inside me. We've tried it with a vibrator in my vagina and Jim in my ass, and Jim in my vagina and a vibrator in my ass, and it's really nice, but I always wondered what it would be like if it were a second man - or a woman with a strap on."

"Whoa," said Melissa. "Let me think about this. I mean, I've never had anal sex, and I never knew a man wanted to be penetrated and this is all..."

"I know," said Jim. "It's a lot. And you've been really great - being with us and being with Clare and doing me and everything, and we don't want you to be uncomfortable..."

"Well, look," said Melissa, "The point of this for me is to find out about my sexuality. So far I know I like being with men. I liked being with Clare just now. And I do want to explore. But I am a little uncomfortable. Maybe if I saw it..."

"Sure," said Clare. "Let me get the toy box out."

She got up and walked over to the closet and pulled out a small chest. She brought it over to the bed and opened it up.

"We keep our toys in here," she said.

Melissa looked into the box. She saw what you pretty much would expect - a few vibrators, some videocassettes, and some other sex toys. 

Clare pulled out a harness and selected a slim dildo.

"This is what we usually use," she said. "Sometimes he likes something bigger, but this one is our favorite. It slips in really easy," she giggled. Then she handed the harness to Melissa.

Melissa looked at the black leather device, then shrugged and stepped into it. She pulled it up to her waist and adjusted it to fit. Clare was adjusting the leg straps, and paused for a moment to run her tongue over Melissa's nipples, teasing them into erection. Then she expertly slipped the dildo into the front of the harness. 

Melissa glanced over at her reflection in the mirror standing in the corner. It showed her in profile - her firm breasts high on her chest, their nipples pink and turgid, a little moist looking after Clare's ministrations. She glanced down her body, following the curve of her breasts back to her rib cage, then down and over her stomach to the black leather belt encircling her waist. Jutting from her groin was the dildo - a long, slim, erect silicon penis bobbing gently as she breathed. It was disconcerting. A few pubic curls peeped around the edges of the harness.

Clare rolled a condom over and down the dildo, "to keep it clean," she said, and then anointed it with a thick lubricant from a small squeeze bottle. She turned to Jim, who had bent over the bed. She poured a generous dollop of the lubricant onto two of her fingers, and then slid them into Jim's anus, rolling them around inside, coating him thoroughly. She pulled her fingers out and wiped them on a towel that was on the nightstand, and then lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide open.

"Ok honey, do me," she commanded.

Jim slipped his now erect penis into his wife as Melissa watched. He stroked slowly in and out of her. Melissa watched, fascinated. From where she was standing she could see Clare's labia stretched around his penis, and how they were pulled out and then pushed in as he moved in and out of her.

"Ok," he said to Melissa. "I'm ready."

"This is nuts," Melissa thought to herself as she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself behind Jim. Out loud she said, "This is definitely a new experience. What do you want me to do?" She had an idea, but wanted to be sure she was doing what they wanted.

"Slide it into him, slowly," said Clare. "Give him a chance to get used to it and then...well, just do what comes naturally."

Melissa looked at Jim's pale buttocks and the small brown ring of his anus. She positioned the head of the dildo at its opening, and then leaned forward. The dildo bent under the pressure, but didn't go into him.

Clare was peering out from under Jim. "You have to hold it in the middle so it stays stiff," she said. "Once you get it into him it's ok - it just takes a little extra."

"Oh," said Melissa. She glanced down and grasped the phallus with her right hand. She shuffled up closer to Jim and put the head of the dildo back in place. Holding it as she had been instructed, she pushed her hips forward and the dildo slowly slipped into Jim's anus. 

"Oh god," he muttered. Melissa pushed forward again, slipping the dildo further into his anus. A few moments later her crotch was pushed hard against his butt, the dildo buried completely inside Jim. "This is weird," she thought. "I wonder if it really feels that good?"

"Ok," said Jim. "You can start moving."

Melissa pulled her hips back, and the dildo slid back out of Jim's anus. Just before the tip came out, she pushed back in. Jim moaned.




Once Upon A Time



"That feels so good, so good."

Melissa pushed all the way in, stopped for a moment, and then slid back out again. Soon she had developed a steady rhythm. Jim was moaning loudly now, and started to move in and out of his wife. As he moved forward into her, Melissa pulled back, and as he pulled out, Melissa pushed into him. 

She glanced at the mirror. It was an odd sight. Her hands were braced on Jim's hips. He was pushing in and out of Clare, and her legs had risen up around his waist. Clare kissed one of her feet when it came near her face. Clare giggled, and then gasped as Jim thrust particularly hard and deep into her. Soon she was moaning too.

Melissa was aroused by the couples moans, but not to any great extent. This activity was interesting and unusual, but she could tell she wasn't going to have an orgasm. She concentrated on thrusting in and out of Jim.

Clare's orgasm came first. She shook and moaned and clutched Jim to her. He kept moving, his moans becoming louder and deeper. Clare pushed into him, over and over again. "This is hard work," she thought. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her breasts, over her belly and disappeared into her navel, tickling her.

When Jim's orgasm came there was no doubt. He started yelling - "That's it!" he moaned. "Do me hard, deeper, deeper!" Clare thrust hard, trying to bury the dildo as deeply into him as she could. He thrust forward, deep into Clare, and Melissa imitated the movement, pushing herself hard and deep into his anus, moving her hips in little circles trying to screw the dildo even more deeply into him. "OH NOW!" he cried, "NOW, NOW, NOW!" He pushed even more deeply into Clare, and then collapsed on top of her. Melissa fell on top of him, the dildo strapped to her hips deeply buried within him.

Jim rolled off Clare, relieving her of his weight, and Melissa followed him, slipping over onto her side and behind him. The dildo slipped out of him as she moved. She cuddled up behind him, the dildo pressed up between his butt cheeks. The group huddled together, drenched in sweat. They fell into a light slumber.

Half an hour later they awoke.

"It's your turn now," Clare said to Melissa.

"What do you mean?" Melissa replied.

"Jim got to experience two of us at once, now it's your turn to have both of us."

"What do you mean? How?"

"We'll both be in you at once," said Clare.

"But, I've never had anal sex before," said Melissa.

"Then you have to have Jim in your ass and me with a dildo in your vagina. It's wonderful. He feels so good back there, and he's really gentle and it's really nice. We've done it, but not with a third person. You feel really full and it's really good and I know you'll like it."

"Well," said Melissa. She really hadn't stretched herself so far with this couple. Yes, licking Clare was new, but it was sort of normal, at least for two women together. Doing Jim was a little weird, but it hadn't done a lot for her. At least he'd enjoyed it. And she wondered what anal sex would be like. Jim was thick. He'd felt great in her vagina, but in her butt? She wasn't sure.

"Look," said Clare. "It'll take him a little while to recover. In the meantime, I'll get you really excited and I'll play with your butt and get it loosened up a little for him. It'll be fun."

"Well, ok," said Melissa. She still wasn't sure, but she wanted to have the experience, at least once. "But only if Jim is really gentle."

"He will be," said Clare, pulling the toy box onto the bed with her. "Take off the harness and then lie down on your front, but put that hard pillow under your hips. I'm going to get you ready."

Melissa did as she was told. She felt on display, draped over the pillow, her hips up in the air, her genitals displayed. She felt Clare kiss her, and her tongue exploring. Melissa relaxed and enjoyed the feelings Clare was creating.

"I'm going to start with my finger, and then a really small butt plug," Clare said. "Tell me if it's uncomfortable."

Melissa felt Clare stroking her anus. Oddly, it felt good - a lot better than she thought it would. Of course, Clare's other hand was gently stroking Melissa's clitoris, distracting her somewhat. 

Melissa felt a lubricant-covered finger slide into her anus. She clenched in response.

"Relax, honey, relax" said Clare. "If you clutch it just hurts."

Melissa willed herself to relax. Clare's finger gently slid in and out and around in small circles, massaging the sphincter muscles. Melissa felt herself opening up a little.

Clare's finger slipped out, and something cold pushed against Melissa's anus. She felt herself open up, and something slip into her. It was longer than Melissa's finger. Clare gently twisted the small butt plug, and then pushed it's flanged end up against Melissa's backside. With her other hand she kept massaging Melissa's clitoris.

"Do you like that?" she asked quietly.

"It feels ok," said Melissa.

"I'm going to try a little bigger one," said Clare. "It vibrates - I think you'll like it."

Melissa felt the small but plug pulled out of her. A moment later she felt the tip of something that felt much larger push at her anus.

"Just relax," said Clare. "I know you can do it."

The dildo started to vibrate, and Melissa relaxed a little, and then felt it slip into her. It did feel good, especially when Clare played with her clit. She pushed back at it, trying to pull it a little deeper into her bowels. 

"This is getting exciting," Melissa thought to herself. "I'm here in a threesome. I've been with a woman. I've sodomized a man with a strap-on. The woman is sodomizing me, and I'm about to have anal sex and be double penetrated. And maybe there's more coming. I wonder if this is going to become something regular?"

Jim had come back into the room from the bathroom where he had been cleaning up, and he was stroking himself. Melissa watched him, while Clare gently sawed the vibrating dildo in and out of Melissa's ass and gently rubbed her clitoris. 

"Are you ready, sweetie?" she asked Melissa.

"I think so," Melissa replied. She was a little nervous, but she was very aroused as well.

"Good," said Clare. "Let me get ready." She left the vibrator in Melissa's ass as she stood up and picked up the harness from the bed where Melissa had left it. She adjusted the straps a little, and then pulled it up and around her waist. After she finished tightening it around herself, Clare looked in the toy box and pulled a large dildo from it.

Melissa looked at it as Clare positioned it in the harness. She was a little concerned.

"You're going to have that in me, when Jim is in me at the same time?"

"Yes," said Clare. "It fills you up real nicely. I promise you'll like it. We'll just take it slow." She slathered it with lubricant, and did the same to Jim's now condom-clad penis. When she finished, she lay back on the bed, the penis jutting up obscenely from her crotch.

"Come ride me," she said to Melissa.

Melissa wasn't so sure about this, but knew she was going to do it anyway. She pulled the vibrator out of herself and then straddled the smaller woman, looking down at her full, round breasts. She rubbed herself against the dildo, sliding her labia up and down its length.

"Do you like that, honey?" asked Clare.

"It feels nice," said Melissa, as she rose up onto her knees. With one hand she spread herself open, and with the other she grasped the silicon phallus Clare wore. Melissa rubbed its tip around her exposed genitals, and then gently slipped it into herself. Clare and Jim watched as Melissa's vagina stretched around the dildo as she slowly slipped down its length. A moment later her pubic hair was pressed down hard against the leather harness, the dildo buried completely within her.

"Nice, isn't it?" said Clare.

"Mmmhh, very," said Melissa. It was. It stretched her out just right, and filled her up. She rubbed herself in little circles against Clare's pubis. 

"Lean forward," Clare said.

Melissa did, and she felt Jim move behind her. His finger entered her anus, and she realized he was putting more lubricant in her.

"Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop," he said. "I'll just go in a little, and then let you get used to it. When you're comfortable I'll go in a little more. Let me know if it's too much."

"Ok," Melissa said, willing herself to relax. She felt the head of Jim's penis begin to push against her anus. 

"If you push out a little it might be easier," said Clare. "That's what works for me."

Melissa pushed out a little, as if she was emptying her bowels, and she felt the head of Jim's penis slip into her. It felt enormous and it hurt.

"Wait!" she cried.

Jim did, but he didn't back out. With Clare, her discomfort had gone away in a little while. He hoped it would be the same with Melissa.

"I don't know about this," Melissa thought to herself. "It's really uncomfortable and Oh!" The exclamation escaped from her lips. Clare had sucked Melissa's left nipple into her mouth, hard and was nursing at it enthusiastically. Little zips of pleasure ran around her nipple and breast, and trickled down to her clitoris.

"Ok," she said to Jim, "try a little deeper."

Jim slowly pushed further into her. Pulling the cheeks of Melissa's little, round, pale white butt apart, he watched as her anus stretched to accommodate him. He could feel himself rubbing against the phallus buried in Melissa's vagina, separated only by the membranes of her colon and vagina.

"Stop," said Melissa. She was feeling really full. It was uncomfortable and it still hurt a little but not as much as at first, but it was beginning to feel erotic too. She tried to relax even more.

A minute later Melissa told Jim to start again. He moved slowly, and she felt his naked pubis brush against her butt cheeks. He kept going and reached bottom, firmly pressed against Melissa, her anus stretched wide to accommodate his thickness. She was tight, and the phallus his wife had buried in Melissa's vagina provided a special kind of friction he really enjoyed.

Melissa, on the other hand, felt totally stuffed. 

After a moment, she began to move her hips in a small circle, mainly trying to rub her clitoris against Clare. She was really full, but it started to feel good.

"Jim," she said, "Please, can you move some more? Slowly, please."

"Yes," he said. He began to slowly pull out of Melissa's anus. She was so incredibly tight, and he could feel every ridge and vein on the life-like dildo her wife had buried in Melissa's vagina. Just before the head of his penis reached her opening he reversed direction, and slowly slid back in.

The sensation, Melissa thought, was odd, but pleasant. The wrong part of her was being stimulated, but with Clare's artificial appendage buried in the right part, it was definitely erotic and arousing. She felt Jim push deep into her ass, and then reverse direction. "Yes," Melissa thought to herself, "this is kind of nice."

Clare reached up and pulled Melissa's face to hers. They kissed, Clare's tongue slipping into Melissa's mouth. Their tongues wrestled together, slipping and sliding in and out of each other's mouths. Melissa felt her nipples grow hard, and she pulled back from the kiss to brush them against Clare's. Jim started to move a little more quickly and Melissa started to move her hips in rhythm with Jim's thrusts, slipping up and down the silicon phallus in her vagina, rubbing her genitals against the leather that covered Clare's crotch.

Quickly the feelings became a lot more than nice. 

Melissa felt herself break out in a sheen of perspiration. She focused all of her attention on the feelings emanating from her crotch. She pushed down hard against Clare, burying the dildo deep in her vagina, rubbing her labia hard against the woman lying under her. Jim moved even more rapidly, sawing in and out of her anus.

For a moment, Melissa was acutely aware of Jim moving in her. It seemed astonishing, but the sensations were incredible. She felt herself stretched open and around his thrusting manhood, and in a way it felt as if he were going even deeper into her bowels than he could in her vagina. She could definitely feel his penis moving over the tip of phallus in her vagina. 

It was just...more. There were all the usual feelings she knew from being on top of a man or using a dildo, but they were different since it was Clare under her and her nipples kept brushing Clare's, and they weren't tiny little men nipples, but woman nipples on top of a woman's breasts. And then there was Jim inside her ass, moving in and out in a place where stuff really had only moved out before and there were all these feelings mixing together and flowing through her. And, Melissa thought, it was good.

Jim felt himself getting near the edge. The familiar sensation was running the length of his penis when he became really aware of the his impending orgasm, and he pushed himself deeper into Melissa, and rubbed hard against the phallus in her vagina, and felt her sphincter encircling him, and he pushed hard into her, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. He slid deep into Melissa and pulled out, and slid in again, and then the orgasm was on him, and he pushed deep and hard into her, and felt himself erupt.

Melissa knew Jim was close. He was moving harder and faster, and little guttural pants of pleasure were escaping his lips. She tried to clamp down hard against him, squeezing her sphincter around his invading penis. At the same time, Melissa felt Clare pushing the strap-on deeper into her vagina, rubbing her leather-covered crotch against Melissa's labia, and Melissa realized how close her own orgasm was. She stopped thinking, and just felt, and Jim thrust hard into her virgin ass, and she felt his orgasm rush through him and how he jerked into her, and Clare was pushing hard, and then the orgasm was on her.

"Oh my god!" she groaned. She felt her muscles trying to contract, and how they flinched for a moment when the contraction encountered not one phallus within her, but two, and then they adjusted for how full she was, and she was shaking and trembling and clutching around Jim's penis in her ass, and the dildo in her vagina, and she shook and groaned and felt the ripples of her orgasm running through her.

Melissa's nipples ached and her anus was stretched open around Jim and her clitoris was still so sensitive that she flinched a little when she relaxed and her crotch came in even firmer contact with Clare's. She was tired and feeling a little crushed under Jim and she imagined Clare was feeling it even more so.

"Ok folks, get off," Clare said, confirming Melissa's thoughts. Jim slowly withdrew from Melissa, and she felt every inch of him sliding out, and then her anus clinging to the glans of his penis as the last inch of him tried to slip from within her. She felt her anus gape open as he finally pulled all the way out of her, and then slowly contract back to its normal size. 

Melissa then pulled herself up and off of the dildo strapped around Clare's hips, and she felt empty again. She could steel feel both of them in her, but she knew it was a phantom kind of feeling.

Melissa got up off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. She used the toilet and the bidet again, and when was finished she realized she was tired and a little sore but that she felt really good.

"Come here," said Clare when she came back into the room. "Let's take a little nap. If you're as tired as I am you're not ready for anything more right away."

Melissa walked over to the bed and lay down next to Clare, embracing her and then kissing her gently. Jim came back in the room a moment later and joined them, wrapping himself around Melissa's back and caressing her and Clare. Clare pulled the comforter up over all of them, and soon they were asleep, arms and legs intertwined as they embraced.

Melissa woke several hours later. She slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom, took care of her needs, and came back. She looked at Clare and Jim and wondered if, after their experiences of the afternoon, they would all live happily ever after.



Once Upon a Time



Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a fair princess. But, she was far from happy as her husband the prince, who was not the fairest nor most handsome man in the realm--hey, it was an arranged marriage--had caught her looking at one too many good-sized cocks and had locked her in a tower to which only he had the key.

Princess Anne lived a lonely life in the tower with only her computer as a companion. She knew all the juicy erotic story sites and she knew where to find pictures of that most succulent of all parts of the male anatomy, but she was frustrated by not having even a dildo to keep her pussy satisfied. She used her fingers often, but they were no longer fulfilling her need to spurt girly juices all over the tower. Anne was truly one frustrated and horny princess.

One day after he had demanded Anne fulfill her wifely duties by sucking his diminutive cock, Prince Igor announced that the king had summoned all of the princes and barons of the land to a big meeting at his new castle scheduled for three days later. Since it was a command performance, Igor had no choice but to attend his liege and leave his lovely, frustrated Anne alone. Anne merely nodded knowing that she would finally be able to surf the web in peace once her ugly husband with the minuscule cock left for the conference in a land equally far, far away. Igor merely rearranged his trousers to cover his pitiful manhood and left the room, confident that Anne would be secure in her tower penthouse suite. But to be doubly sure, he left a female guard on her locked door.

Now this is when Anne's luck changed for the better. As she heard Igor's car crunching out of the driveway, she ran to the door and talked to the guard who was none other than her very best friend before she had been locked up. (Igor was a little dense at times in keeping with his lack of everything else, so you have to expect him to fuck up and assign one of Anne's friends to guard her.) 

"Peggy, can you get me out of here?"

"Sorry, Anne, but I don't have a key to this door."

"Can you do me a favor then?"

"Anything."

"Get me a vibrating dildo so I can have some fun while Igor is away."

"Anne, it could be my head if he finds out that I gave it to you."

"How is he going to find out? I'm surely not going to tell him and I trust that you won't either."

"OK, I go off shift in an hour. Give me another hour to get the dildo and distract the next guard long enough to slip it into your food slot."

"Deal! Thanks, Peggy. I owe you one."

"You already owe me about five dozen, but who's counting?"

The next two hours seemed like an eternity to Anne as she waited for Peggy to bring her the instrument of relief. Anne spent the time brushing her long golden locks that fell from the top of her head to the floor when she sat down. Just as she finished her two-hour hair brushing, Anne heard a commotion at the door. It sounded as if there was a child making noise in the hallway and she heard the guard running down the hallway.

"Come back here you little bastards! Give me back my book!" The guard had been reading illicit sexy stories while sitting outside Anne's door fingering her bushy cunt with her panties lying on the floor beside her chair. "Give me back my panties!"

Suddenly, as the guard's footsteps faded in the distance, there was a dildo and a key shoved through the opening at the bottom of the door.

"Thanks, Peggy. What's the key for?"

"I heard that there is a way out of the penthouse through a locked secret passage. I couldn't get the key for the front door, but maybe you can find the right keyhole to fit that key into."

"God, I wish it were a good long, thick, hard cock instead of a key."

"Anne, Sir Edwin is trying to find that passage from this side."

"Oh, yummy. I'd love to fuck Edwin, beautiful Edwin of the eight inch cock."

"How do you know how long his cock is?"

"He told me."

"Well, from personal experience you can cut that figure in half and you might come close to the true size. Men tend to overestimate the length of their dicks just to impress us women."

"Even four inches is better than Igor's little pimple of a cock."

"Yeah, your husband once came on to me and I almost laughed when I saw how teeny his weeny is."

"Igor fucked you?"

"Nah, he had me suck the pus out of that pimple he calls a cock. I had no choice. He was going to tell my boyfriend I had fucked him if I didn't suck him off. You know how attached I am to Ralph. I couldn't afford to have Igor tell any lies about me."


"Ok, no loss."

"You're not angry?"

"No, Peggy, how can I be angry over a cock that small? You'd better leave now before the guard gets back."

"It'll be awhile. I got two of the boys around here to lead her through the castle. She won't turn them in because reading smut and playing with your pussy while on guard is not allowed and she would be punished if she complained about her panties and book being stolen. Still, it'd be better for me not to be around when she gets back. See you later."

"Ok. See you later." Anne retreated from the door and took the dildo out of its velveteen bag. It was a good eight inches long and curved slightly. The outer material actually felt like what Anne imagined a cock, other than Igor's would feel like when erect.

Anne slowly eased the dildo into her pussy and turned on the switch to the low position. "Arrrrrrrgghhhh. Oh, fuck! Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Edwin shove that dick into my pussy! Fuck me, my love, fuck my cunt raw." Slowly she twisted the switch to the high position and experienced her first orgasm in a long time. Anne was no virgin--she was after all married--but she hadn't felt a cock--even Igor's pimple--in her pussy in a long time and she was as tight as a very shy virgin as she worked the dildo in and out of her now dripping cunt, making sure to hit her clit every couple of strokes. As she thrust the dildo in and out, her other hand went to her lovely 36C breasts and tweaked and pulled the nipples until they stood up begging to be sucked. Anne soon felt another orgasm approaching and was moaning loudly when she heard a voice ask "Does that really feel better than a man doing it?"

"Edwin! How did you get here?" She ran into his strong masculine arms and pressed her hot body against him.

"Through the secret passageway, silly one. It took me a while to find it. That is why they call it a secret passageway." Edwin's hands replaced Anne's on her breasts and once again her moans filled the penthouse suite. 

Soon, discretion forced them to withdraw to the bedroom where Edwin showed Anne the secret passageway before ripping the remaining clothes off her body and throwing her to the bed. His face immediately dove between her lovely long legs with their firm, youthful thighs. She hadn't been allowed a razor to keep her bush trimmed so there was an abundance of golden hair--yes, she was a true blonde, but not a dumb one, if that's what you are thinking. Edwin's tongue parted the hairs and forced its way into the opening created by her outer lips.

"Oh, Edwin, you don't know how much I have dreamt of having you eat my pussy. Take your pants off and let me see your cock. I want to suck on a real cock for a change." 

Edwin lifted himself up from his chore of lapping at the portal of her womanhood and pulled his pants and underwear down in a single move. His cock wasn't eight inches long, it was ten inches long and about six inches in circumference. Anne gasped at the size and bent her head to lick the pre-cum dripping from the slit on the end. After she had laved his cock head, she engulfed it with her hot mouth. Now it was Edwin's turn to moan his appreciation of her skills.

"God help me, Edwin, but I have to have that beautiful piece of meat inside my cunt right now."

"Your wish is my command, madam." Edwin positioned his throbbing cock in the middle of the cunt hairs and pushed down. Anne pushed up at the same time and was rewarded by the head of his man meat pushing past her inner lips. She could feel every vein on his prick as they pulsed and throbbed with his excitement. 

For Edwin the entrance into Anne's clutching love box was slow and almost painful. He allowed time for her to adjust to his thickness and despite her abundant lubrication it took almost five minutes for him to bottom out.

"Oh, my lover, I have never felt so stuffed in my life. It feels so good, so much better than my dildoes ever did."

"I'm glad you like my cock, my dearest princess."

"Ugh! Did you have to remind me that I am married to the prince? Now fuck the daylights out of me before I go crazy."

Edwin slowly started thrusting into her lovely, tight pussy feeling the ripples her cunt walls made around his cock. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, until they were both panting from the exertion, his cock pushed its way all the way to the bottom of her cunt. He could feel her body begin to tense in anticipation of its orgasm and knew that his was almost as close as hers.

With a few more hard, deep thrusts into regions no cock had ever explored before, Edwin sent Anne over the edge and she muffled her screams of joy by locking her lips around his in a passionate kiss. Her tremors signaled defeat for Edwin's efforts to prolong his sweet agony and he shot stream after stream of hot, potent sperm deep into her receptive womb.

"Are you on the pill, my lovely Anne?"

"No, but what a time to ask, dearest Edwin. Didn't you think to bring condoms with you?"

"Hell, no! Condoms are for wimps."

"Yes, but wimps do not get the chance to make their princess pregnant with their children."

"Oh, gee, when was your last period?"

"About two weeks ago."

"So you could get pregnant?"

"Very easily."

"Good."

"Good? What do you mean good? The prince will have your head if I get pregnant and he finds out you are the father. He hasn't fucked me in almost a year."

"He hasn't? There goes my plan to pin any baby on him."

"No, Edwin, Igor can't fuck with a dick as small as his dick is. All I can do is suck the juice from the end of it. Except for his teeny balls hanging down between his legs, he could be a woman and I could be sucking his clit instead of his cock. You are the first man to ever make love to me."

"But, I didn't take your virginity."

"Yes you did. My hymen was broken by one of my dildoes before I was locked up in this tower penthouse. You are the only man that has ever fucked my cunt and Peggy knows you were trying to find a way in here."

"Well, I can tell her that I couldn't find the passageway."

"Too late."

"What do you mean?"

"Look." Peggy was standing in the doorway with Sir Ralph and they were both as naked as the day they were born. Ralph was sporting an impressive erection of his own and the gleam on Peggy's thighs told volumes about how aroused she was.

"Edwin didn't lock the door so we thought we'd drop in."

"Did you lock the door?"

"Yes, Anne. Ralph and I locked both doors to the secret passageway."

"Seems that it isn't so secret anymore."

"I guess you're right. Mind if Ralph and I join you two on the bed?"

"No, come on. Edwin, make some room for our friends and partners in crime." As Edwin moved over, Peggy and Ralph joined them on the bed and the four of them started loving their respective partners once again.

Prince Igor never found out about the secret passageway, nor did he find out who had made Anne pregnant until the baby was born and was the spitting image of handsome, virile Sir Edwin. This caused no little trouble until the king stepped in to solve the problem. Igor was banished from the realm, Anne's marriage was annulled, and Sir Edwin became Prince Edwin.

And of course, everybody--except Igor--lived happily ever after despite the two AM feedings and diaper changes.



Once Upon a Time



I greet you at the door. I have been waiting for you eagerly and have gone to great lengths to prepare the evening. It is all I have thought about for weeks. 

You greet me sweetly, "Good evening, Princess," with a soft kiss to my smiling lips. I catch you admiring my body in my long yellow beach dress, my hair cascading over my shoulder in its natural curls, my light make-up dramatizing my eyes with a touch of gloss to my lips. Knowing that you are looking at me, I suddenly get shy and do not know what to do with my hands, so I grab yours and pull you in the door. 

I laugh nervously as I brush your little curls from your eyes, resting my hands behind your neck. "You look beautiful," I tell you. And you do, with your bell-bottom jeans that I always tease you about and your white button-down shirt with blue flowers, your toes sticking out of your thongs. You do not know what I have planned, and take into account the pink candles that are spilling their light all over the room. 

I reach up on my toes and kiss you, softly at first as you wrap your arms around my waist, holding me closely, pulling me into you. Slowly our kiss grows more passionate, and for a moment everything else in the world ceases to exist- it is only you and I, our tongues dancing, and I swear that we are making love this very instant. 

You close the kiss and put your forehead to mine. "I love you," you mouth silently. I smile and bite my lip, wondering what it is about you that makes me more shy in your presence. I take your hand and lead you into a room with a table set for us. It, too, has pink candles, as does the floor surrounding it. You notice the pink rose petals on the glass tabletop, and look to the ground to see that they have been in your path all along. Music is playing softly, and you smile as you take into account everything that is going on.

I have made burritos, not so much because it is romantic but because I could not help but think of the clueless way you worked yourself around the kitchen when I taught you to make them so long ago. You look at me and laugh, probably thinking of all the Taco Bell runs we have made at odd hours of the morning. 

We talk about nothing at all. You tell me about your day and I listen intently, rubbing my bare feet along your toes, picking up your jeans and massaging your ankles beneath the table. I tell you about an idea that I have for a movie you can make, and we begin discussing all of the clubs that GT Yelve will someday own, laughing at the thought of feeding any unwanted visitors to Las Palmas to the sharks we will have in the salt-water tank. 

When our snack is finished, I get vanilla ice cream in two bowls and put the chocolate syrup, caramel, sprinkles, cherries, and whipped cream on the table. You go to town, adding a mess of everything to yours, and as I garnish mine I smile at your simple happiness. You are looking back at me with a strange expression on your face, and before I can ask what you are thinking, I am doused in whipped cream! I shriek, put chocolate syrup into my hand, and rub it onto your face and neck. 

"Dude," you say to me with a mock-exasperated expression, "that was not cool."

I pick up my eyebrows and look down at myself. You laugh, then walk to my chair and pull me up to you. "No, no!" I shriek. "I don't trust you!"

You do not listen, and instead reach your lips down and begin kissing my neck softly, licking at the sugar covering my neck and chest. As soon as your mouth touches me I freeze, and I feel suddenly unstable as I fall helplessly into your arms. You hold me easily, continuing to clean me with your tongue. I reach my mouth up and start to clean the chocolate from your neck slowly. There is no where in the world I would rather be right now.

Once we have finished cleaning each other, you hold me close to you. I sit down on your lap and we feed each other the remainder of the ice cream. I then kiss you softly and stand, reaching my hand out to you. You take it and follow me.

I lead you up the stairs. Every other step is lined with pink candles, and rose petals once again lead the way. 

We reach my room, and suddenly I am nervous. I want everything to be perfect, and I hope you think it is. Soft music twirls in the air like incense smoke, and there are literally hundreds of pink candles, all sorts of sizes and shapes, filling every crevasse of the room- they line the window sill, the floor, the desk, the night stand, even the wall. There are no lights on, yet the room is illuminated and glowing. The floor is surrounded with petals and two roses rest in the middle of the bed. I turn to you, waiting for a reaction of some sort. I see your eyes, open wide, moving over the details of the room. 

You take my other hand, turning my body to you. I am looking at your face, but you are still absorbing your surroundings- then, you are kissing me, your lips locked into mine, hands running along my back, up my sides, holding my face in your hands. I skim your chest, your neck, your back, your butt, falling into this kiss, falling into the gravity that you emit around me, falling so much deeper in love with you with each millisecond. You sit on the bed and continue kissing me, taking my hands and placing them around your neck, leaning back so that I am on top of you. Your feet are still on the ground and my legs are straddling your hips. I am supporting myself on my elbows, one hand holding yours, our fingers intertwined. Your other hand has twisted into my hair, holding my head and controlling this kiss. It is a subtle control that you possess, but it is prevalent in every move you make and I am relaxed and trusting in your touch. 

I push your head up with my nose, kissing your jawbone and nibbling your ear as I slowly unbutton your shirt, kissing down your neck, running my hands along your torso, your chest. I move down and begin kissing your body, licking your chest and sucking at your nipples. You arch your back a bit, then relax again. Your hands move down to my hips, squeezing them, making me hot with passion and desire for you. I unbutton your pants as I lick your sides, softly biting into your hip bone, scratching my nails down your stomach. 

I kneel on the floor as I slide your jeans off of your body. I remove your shoes and kiss your toes, sucking at your ankles and nibbling your Achilles. I then begin to kiss up your calves. You shudder. I pick your feet up and place them on the edge of the bed, and you move yourself up comfortably. I dart my tongue around the back of your knee, and you let out a quick giggle- I am tickling you. Smiling, I hold your leg from moving and do it again, enjoying your confused squirming. You do not know if you want to get away or if you want to enjoy it. Finally, you grab my chin and I look up at you. You are looking back at me with your gorgeous brown eyes, and I feel my body get goosebumps as my nipples grow hard. I continue to lick and kiss up your thighs, finally reaching your groin muscle. I slide my tongue lightly over the area that your stomach and legs meet, and you grow harder with each contact.

I am about to take you in my mouth when you reach down and grab my wrists, pulling me back up to your face. I am straddling your hips again, and I can feel your hard member grazing my rear. I know I am beginning to get wetter and I wonder to myself if you can smell my arousal. 

You run your hands down to my hips again as you lock your lips into mine, and then you are pulling my dress off of me. My breasts fall toward you easily now, and there is no hiding the hard nipples that graze your chest with each breath I take. You squeeze the skin on my thin waist, running your hands along my bare skin. Holding my back, you roll me over so that my head is on a pillow and you are above me. My curls spread around my face and your hands glide to my breasts as you continue to kiss me. I gasp softly, shocked at the paradox of your hands; so smooth and rough, so strong but gentle, they knead me until I can feel a drip from between my legs. Your fingers pull at my nipples, nimbly rolling them in your fingertips as you begin your descent down my neck. 

My body is craving more, craving you, as you suck gently at my nipples. I reach my hands around your back and scratch your skin softly, a small whimper escaping my lips. I reach down and grab your butt in my hands, kneading it, tickling back up your sides as you slowly lower yourself down my body, my stomach, my hips, my thighs. 

I can feel my kitten throbbing for your fulfillment, but I want this to last forever, so I resolve not to rush anything. I have one hand in your hair and the other twisting at my nipple, kneading my breasts. I want attention on every inch of my body, and suddenly I am thinking that if I could turn you into any animal, right now I would make you an octopus!

Suddenly I am overcome with a bliss and my entire back arches up into a bridge. I realize that you are running your tongue up and down my slit, and expertly it seems. You grab my ring with your teeth and tug it lightly, playfully, then spread my lips and attach your mouth to my clit, sucking on it and making me even wetter. I can feel your hard sex on my leg and I want so badly to be able to reach it, to run my fingers up and down your shaft and massage your testes... I moan in pleasure, enjoying your work as you run your tongue expertly around my slit. Always such a quick learner, I think to myself. 

I suddenly feel an intense pleasure as you slide one of your fingers easily into my soaking kitten. You move it rhythmically in and out, making a "come here" motion inside of me that hits my g-spot. I could come right now, but I refuse to do so without you; and so I pull you up to me and kiss you, giving my nerves a rest. 

I can taste myself on your tongue, and it is turning me on even more. I can feel your strong member twitching against my labia, and I think for a second how easy it would be to slip you in right now, let you make me yours, but I dispel the thought as I sit up a bit and pull you up so that your head is poking at my mouth. I eagerly take you into my mouth, swirling my tongue around your head and shaft, playing with your balls in my hand, and sticking my tongue out with your shaft still inside of my mouth, I begin to lick them. Your head is thrown back and I can hear your quiet moaning and quickening breaths. I release your penis and engulf your testes with my mouth, sucking them gently and gently massaging your perineum. My other hand holds your rear as I gently guide your length back into my mouth, allowing me to establish a rhythm between your light thrusting and the movement of my head. I take you all the way down into my throat, and I feel you twitch. I know you will come if I keep this up much longer, so I twirl my tongue around your head only a second longer before pulling you out all together. 

My legs are between yours, and you sit on them lightly as you catch your breath. Your body is covered in a sheer layer of sweat, and I am hypnotized for a moment staring at the way the yellow light makes your beautiful brown skin glisten. I see your stomach muscles move as your breath returns to you, and I cannot help but grabbing your sides and pulling you into my mouth just one more time, for one more second. 

I release you again and you begin kissing my mouth. I spread my legs as I settle into a laying position again. You put your knees inside of mine, and I can feel myself throbbing with anticipation. I have waited so long for this moment...

You put your head against my labia and I put my hands on your face. Your forehead is settled against mine, and you look into my eyes. "I love you," I whisper.

"I love you," you reply softly. 

I close my eyes and you hold me as you plunge into me. A gasp escapes me, and a moan slips from your lips. You pause for a second, taking in the immense feeling, and suddenly I am whole- I realized that I have been only half of a soul until this second in time.

My mind drifts for a second to a story that I heard once. In Greek mythology, it is said that in the beginning of the world, everyone was attached in twos. There were two people joined in one body, with one soul. Everyone was happy, until one day Zeus got angry and threw lightning bolts down onto the earth, splitting everyone from their mate. In the confusion, everyone was lost and shuffled around. It is said that since that day, no one knows true happiness until they find their soulmate and feel whole again.

I had always thought it was a sweet story, but suddenly, in this millisecond, it has come to life. Our soul is one again, our body is one, and I know I will never be happier than I am right now.

You start a slow rhythm, and I wrap my legs around your body, moving in time with your soft thrusts. My arms are thrown about your neck and I have my cheek to yours, softly kissing your neck or biting your ear, or simply whispering sweet nothings to you. 

I feel you growing even harder inside of me, and I reach down with one hand and again begin to massage your testes. My breathes are coming shorter, and I can barely hear the music now. I am in love with the way you are breathing, with the look on your face, with the gentle moans sliding from your lips.

Your rhythm speeds up and I know that we can finish now if we want to, but I don't. I grab your hips to slow you down and then stop you, and I kiss you softly before we turn over. 

I fix the pillow beneath your head so that you are slightly upright. My legs are straddling you again, only this time you are inside of me. Your hands reach around and hold my ample Latina bottom, guiding my rhythm. I graze a hand along your face, then rest both palms on your chest as I move up and down on your sex. Your mouth is slightly open and you are gazing at me with loving amazement. 

I can feel my breasts moving wildly as I pick up speed, and you seem entranced by them. I take one your hands and move it to my nipple. It pulls with each bounce, turning me on even more. I reach down with a hand of my own and begin to rub my clit. 

It does not take long for me to realize that neither of us will be able to hold out for much more time. Still on top of you, I lean down down so that now our bodies are in contact. I feel as if it is much more intimate, and when you move your arms to hold my body to you, I know you feel the same. 

I reach back and take your balls in my hand. I am only half shocked to feel that they are covered in my wetness, that I have been dripping all over you. The pleasure, the connection, is too intense, and I have to let go. I have to hold you. 

My cheek is on yours, and I can hear you breathing in my ear. The moans you emit tell me that you are close, and I know I am too.

"I love you," you tell me, and at that instant we come together. I can feel you filling me with your passion, and I love it. My muscles contract around you, milking you for every last bit. I realize that even though I am experienced, I have never had such an amazing night. 

I go limp, resting on your stomach. You are still inside of me, and I can feel your come dripping out with every breath I take. Your hands slide softly over me, tickling my back. I blow on your face- we are sweating and hot, but I do not think either of us have the strength to move.

"I love you, too, my sweet Prince."

You squeeze me lightly. 

We fall to nap together, but I wake up first. It is still dark outside, so I leave a few of the candles, but I blow most of them out before slipping from the room altogether.

When I come back, you look confused. You spot me and smile dreamily. I laugh softly, go and land a kiss to your forehead. "Let's go clean up," I whisper in your ear before I lean up and reach out my hand. 

I lead you to the bathroom. The tub is full, but you cannot see the water due to all the pink rose petals. Again there are pink candles filling the room, and the bath smells of rich oils. 

You look at me, content perhaps, or happy. Maybe in love. I cannot really tell. Then you crawl into the oversized bathtub. I get in with you, leaning against your chest, letting you hold me and wrapping my arms around yours. I close my eyes, and you whisper:

"And they all lived happily ever after."



Once Upon a Time



'Twas a different time, a different place. Where mythical creatures lived, sorcerer's reigned and royalty ruled the day and others. 'Tis a tale filled with magic, deception, pain, pleasure and perhaps love. A story which is as old as time itself but as fresh as the morning dew. It all begins, once upon a time.

The young woman who lived here did so reluctantly. You knew you came from royalty, 'twas a burden you had worn as easily as the finery which adorned your body every single day. Yet you longed for something different, something better not only for yourself but for all those who one day would look upon you as queen, a day which you dreaded might come sooner than later. Your mother had died, the harshness of winter and her class not any more kind to her than to the others of the village who the difficult season had claimed. For your father he seemed to grow older, more worn with each passing day and you feared the consequences of the words you had heard spoken that previous evening, words you were not supposed to have been privy to.

Addison, the sorcerer who was your father's counsel had spoken. He had always treated you with kindness, compassion, concern but though his words were true they still brought a chill to your bones.

"An heir my lord, you must have an heir and to do so your daughter must marry. I fear time is of the essence and if god willing you shall leave this mortal earth these lands will befall to evil times. You have many friends but I fear you also have enemies who will stop at nothing to insure that they would lay waste the spoils before them. You require an heir."

You could only watch as your father nodded his agreement, a sign which brought tears to your eyes. To be married off like some prize to be won in a contest like those at the Reaping fair, like a symbol to validate a man was not the lot in life you had pictured.

That night, as the castle slept you dressed. The clothes were some you had taken great stealth in procuring, the look when finished like that of one of the peasant girls who were from the local village. Your dark hair cascading down your back, festooned with flowers instead of in the normal, proper, prim look of being on top of your head. Your brown eyes watching closely as you crept through the pathways leading to the hidden entranceway, one that you had found as a child while exploring. Now, it provided you with the cover you needed to venture forth once again, though not in the anonymity you thought. There was another, a dark presence watching your every move.

The evening was indeed late but there still were many about. This was to be another in your weekly forays to see the people, the faceless entities which it seemed were as bound as you were to them. You sighed, walking down the dusty path, your eyes cast downward trying not to draw attention to yourself, wondering how you could know what was best for the minions if you knew nothing about them? 'Twas a dilemma indeed, one you had hoped to find an answer to but you feared your time was quickly running out like the sands of the hourglass in Addison's study. The local tavern was filled with the sounds of laughter and merriment though you dare not enter. The sign of a young woman unescorted would surely draw not only suspicion but also the wrong sort.

The glass showed all, shining with a glow, following your every movement. The woman who watched, her hands stroking at the ball like someone might their pet, encouraging it with soothing words, her eyes of grey open wide as the opportunity she had waited for presented itself and she watched, knowing what was to come, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Some called her enchantress, others witch, her proper name was Lady Calias and she had waited a lifetime to settle a score. Now, it would be her time. There were three of them, the birds as black as night, the crows which circled one intent upon you, the others moving ahead, preparing, and waiting.

The two who even now took human form waiting for you to turn the corner of the path. The third alighting to take shape and prepare to come to your inevitable rescue. None of them, or their dark Mistress aware of the stranger who would play a pivotal role, perhaps changing nothing or may haps everything. 

"Well, well what have we here?" 

You stopped, the words coming to you from ahead, the two men striding from the woods. They were large, their bodies and hair badly in need of repair though you tried not to show your disgust. 

"Good evening m'lords, I pray thee long days and pleasant nights upon you." 

"Ah, a maiden with manners though I must admit 'tis not her manners I find so pleasing, how about you Andrew?"

The second man began to walk away, the two of them circling as he laughed harshly. "No, manners aren't important when it comes to flesh like this, right my Jimbo?" 

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner, I would have my" and with a gasp you felt a hand grab you roughly by the arm, the man's face, his breath stinking with the smell of the earth, his eyes wide as he said, 

"Come on my lovely, give us a kiss and we'll get properly acquainted."

"I would not advise that, if he kisses as he looks it will certainly prove to be quite unpleasant."

The voice was soft, the words spoken calmly as the figure appeared from the shadows. His hair was long, colored as yours, his eyes a brilliant blue though at the moment they appeared dark, almost black as he strode confidently toward the pair. The falcon he carried on his arm, its eyes of gold flicking between the two men as if measuring them, his own senses alert to the fact there was more to them than in the way they appeared. All of this fell under the cold eye of the dark woman, whose anger began to turn the picture in the glass red, rose tinted as her blood began to boil at the thought of another's interference in her carefully orchestrated plan.

The figure that even now drew closer and closer did not appear to be the one the two men had been expecting. This man seemed different, his bearing confident, his eyes showing nothing until he stopped, the sound of your quick scream as the hulking figure grabbed you by the hair, his face contorting with anger saying,

"This is a private matter sir and I would advise you to simply walk away if you know what is good for you." 

He simply stood there, seemingly unaware of the second man who even now stepped closer, nearly within reach of him from behind. "I fear not, I will leave only if the lady so desires and I think she does not, is that true miss?" 

You managed to nod your head but your eyes grew wide at the sight of the man, blade in hand who appeared ready to strike.He moved quickly, the thrust carrying the razor edge slashing at the air where he had just stood. The bird flew from his arm, its talons going by your face to rake at your former tormentor's eyes, his screams echoing in the night. You watched in horror as the animal slashed, blood spurting from the man's face though when you turned around it was to no more pretty a sight. The fellow had fallen to his knees, his sword slipping from his fingers, a knife embedded in his throat. As quickly as it had happened, it ended. A sharp whistle, the falcon returning to its perch, the man turning toward you saying, 

"I'm sorry m'lady, I wish you had not been forced to witness such things but I felt it best" and with that his words curiously stopped. 

He dropped like a stone, you were as unaware as he the thin needle which had pierced his neck and as you quickly began to run towards him you too felt the sting. It was sudden, the effect immediate as you tumbled to the ground, lying still as the third man walked from the woods to stand over the two of you, holstering his weapon. Each of your arms were extended, your hands almost reaching as if two lovers and with an angry oath, the tall, raven haired man kicked the one man's hand away. Looking up into the night as if seeking divine guidance he listened to his Mistress's call and obeyed.

When you awoke it was to the light of day spilling in from your window. You sat up, your hand reaching to your neck which was sore, though there was no mark; no evidence of what had transpired the night before. The door to your room opened the sight of your father and Addison, their faces solemn at first, though a smile tried to appear on the elder's face. 

"Thank god you're alright daughter; you gave me a terrible fright." His hand took yours as you attempted to rise but suddenly realized how very tired and weak you felt. 

"If it had not been for Lord Alexander's presence I fear what might have been." It was only then that you noticed the pair standing in the doorway, the man his eyes as black as his mane of hair, the woman beside him with long tresses of silver, her eyes colored the same.

"I, I don't understand, there was another, a dark haired stranger, he." your words trailing off as the large figure moved closer, his eyes looking down upon you saying, 

"My enchantress saw your plight m'lady and sent me. I killed two of them, wounding the third. He is now a prisoner in your father's dungeon and will pay the price for his actions."

You tried to speak, the words he spoke so confusing, the thoughts of the night before so cloudy in your mind. 

"Tis a lucky thing, the crystal shone to me misses, allowing me to call my Master to your aid. As your father said, it could have been horrible, truly horrible if the three had been allowed" her words spoken softly but her contempt for your situation obvious to you though no one else seemed to notice. 

"No, that is I've never seen him before, I just can't remember what" as once again you struggled to find the words, the thoughts. 

"There, there m'lady, Lady Calias has been kind enough to prepare a tea, something to help you rest."

It was useless; the wretched woman holding the cup to your lips, almost forcing you to drink the bitter liquid. 

"All will be better soon daughter, sleep well and know you are safe. Lord Alexander and his advisor will be staying with us until I determine what this attack signifies and the man who dared touch you will pay for his impudence with his life, a lesson to be heard far and wide for those who would stoop to such actions." 

Your eyes slowly closed, the lashes fluttering as the darkness claimed you but you remembered as you succumbed, the smile on the woman's lips though her eyes showed no such sign of life.

Twas nightfall again before you awoke, unaware of the goings on that had filled the castle during your slumber. Your father and his long standing friend could be excused for their ignorance, a spell which had indeed allowed the enchantress to modify her plan, allowing her control over all the participants in the game to be under one roof, all under her control. There were only two liabilities, you and the stranger who even now lay in chains, his body stripped of its dignity, his eyes blinded from sight, his cries unheard except by one. 

He heard her approach, her footsteps giving her away but when he heard her speak, the words of kindness, of concern saying,

"M'lord, are you alright? I have been so worried", the sound almost musical to his ears. "There is great confusion; another says he came upon us, rescuing me from you and the others. Please, tell me that you meant me no harm, that you would not have." The words again trailing off but this time to her surprise his growing loud, his body tearing at his bonds. 

"You will not trick me sorceress, the woman I saved knows my intentions, she saw them in my eyes and in my heart." 

Her laughter was cold, almost as cold as his surroundings as she spat forth, "You are far too wise for your years good sir, a trait you will not have for long I think." She allowed her hands to reach out, touching his flesh. It was like being caressed by the dead, the touch almost inhumane, his cries growing loud.

"You will suffer greatly but you will also give me what I require, 'tis far too long since I've taken a soul, a very life being which keeps me on this mortal soil." Reaching down, between his legs, sending a scream into the night as she smiled, the thoughts of what pleasures might be found, what pain might be inflicted as intoxicating as any strong drink. 

"I shall visit you again and we'll begin kind sir. Your suffering is music to my ears and I shall play you like the finest fiddle." The laughter which rang out echoed throughout the castle, stirring you in your sleep, a nightmare which had only just begun.

Lady Calias returned to her chambers, the man waiting patiently and as he arose she waved her hand. Within a heartbeat he was no longer, now an animal, a crow stood in his place. 

"I need not hear your words; you need only listen to mine. Within a fortnight I shall convince the girl's father that you are the one who shall wed his daughter, the one to plant the seed. I will take care of that when the time comes. Her father and his lackey will both be tragically killed, leaving you and his daughter on the throne, a throne which I will control, this land taken from me so long ago once again rightfully mine. For now though, we have work to do. You will find the stranger's companion and you will kill him. There is a link there I fear, one he might try and take advantage of and I will suffer no fool. Now go."

The bird flew through the window, the lateness of the day showing in its shadows and with that came the night.

You truly were not sure if it were a dream or awakening. The room was dark, silent and as you opened your eyes you did so to see two gleaming at you. A scream bubbled at your lips but you kept it within as you saw the outline in the night, the shape of the falcon that was perched at the end of your bed. It was as if he were guarding you, keeping you safe from unseen harm. His head cocked quizzically, the look as if questioning why you remained in bed but in trying to get up you found you had no strength now whatsoever, a trait which the potion had only encouraged. You knew not why but you knew you must. Forcing yourself, you opened your mouth willing the words to say, "Your Master is in grave danger, you must help him. and me."

The bird seemed to be actually listening, focusing upon your words until suddenly he exploded into the air, swooping out the window and into the darkness. You wondered what had caused him to move so quickly, to leave but it was only then you heard the sound of the crow, his cawing and watched as he landed on the windowsill, looking in at you as if searching for something. All you could do was lay there, seeing his eyes dark and cold shining in the night until finally he grew tired of this and flew off, continuing his search and you once again allowed your body to rest. As you slept the dawn drew near and the 'morrow held yet another turn to our tale.

The next day when the broth and liquid were brought you favored your father with a smile though you partook as little as you could before feigning weakness and a desire for rest. Closing your eyes you could feel another's upon you but you lay still, giving all appearances of being asleep until finally you felt it safe. Only then did you allow yourself to pour the contents of the cup and bowl between the cracks of the floor only to tell your father when he returned how you had awoken and had finished them. As the day progressed you felt yourself slowly returning to normal, a bit of strength returning, a desire to break free of the spell which had surrounded this castle and all its inhabitants. 

For now though, patience was to be rewarded, to be valued as you worked toward the prize. The events of only a night or so ago had once again begun to filter through your thoughts, another effect the witch's brew had brought upon and you thought it might perhaps prove handy after all.

You noticed the next few times that when your father or his counsel came to you their eyes seemed flat, their voices the same and you were correct in thinking that they too had been fed and drunk upon the same. They seemed listless, tired and as so you began to mimic their actions, to show the same symptoms, especially when you could feel your second sense warning you of prying eyes. You had never had such a gift before but somehow as the falcon had told his Master of danger in the woods he had shared with you the ability to notice certain things, a gift more precious than any gold or metal. It was that night that it truly proved to be a godsend when you felt her coming and prepared yourself for the worst.

The temperature in the room plummeted, the chill striking you even through the layers of blankets which covered your body. As you lay there, your hair strewn across the pillow, your eyes closed in respite you felt her hand touch your face and you had to fight not to shudder. 

"Awaken child, I would have words with you", her hand falling to your shoulder to shake it. Your eyes slowly fluttered open; taking in the sight of the woman who it seemed had grown younger in only the two short days your paths had crossed somehow. 

"Ah, hello my sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?"

"Tired, so very tired", your voice speaking the words, your posture showing it. 

"Well, I'll let you rest some more I promise but first I need to make sure you remember what has happened here. Who saved you from your attackers' dearie?" 

"Alexander."

"Very good, and the stranger, the dark haired man who is he?"

"He attacked me; he's in the dungeon and will hang for his crime."

"Yes, yes he will. Alexander has taken quite a liking to you my dear; he desires to take your hand in marriage, what say you to that?" 

It was all you could do not to show your disgust but you forced a brief smile to come to your face as your eyes began to slowly close.

"My Alexander, my protector, my love" the words spoken softly but loud enough for her to hear as you fell asleep and you were forced to feel her hands once again upon your face. 

"That's right my dear, your Alexander and soon you will be his. The stranger will die but before then I'll take what he has to offer. You though will give me my beauty and my life back, this you'll see, I swear."

With that she was gone and as the door closed behind her you tried to decipher her words, their meanings and perhaps the fate that they promised.

It was the next day before you felt capable of carrying out your own plan. Each step having been gone over to find its weaknesses, to decide its strengths but as night fell you still were not sure it would work. All you knew was the longer it took for action, the slimmer your chances of survival and certainly those of the man who even now you feared might be lost. You had hoped to see the return of the falcon but the gold eyed creature had not yet reappeared and time was growing nigh. You crept from the bed, your body weak from many days spent there, holding onto the side to keep from falling, willing your legs to work as you saw your clothes folded neatly on the chair. 

The hallway was deserted, the silence almost deafening as you crept towards the dungeon, each step, each creak of the floor giving you pause for thought, wondering, waiting, keeping your mind open to her presence. It was only when you took your foot from the final step that you felt as if it might be possible, somehow possible but then something changed all that. The figure which lay there on the ground showed little if any resemblance to the handsome stranger who had first come to your aid. His body was covered with welts and abrasions, proof of the horrors to be found here. What hurt you the most though was seeing his face, his hair almost snow white, his body shriveled to the point of emaciation, the shackles turned down to their smallest of size barely able to hold onto his wrists and ankles.

His eyes though tired shone as he fought to lift his hand, his voice weathered beyond his years saying, 




Once Upon a Time



"M'lady, I prayed you were alright."

You could feel the tears come to yours, seeing his plight and realizing finally what the crone had meant by regaining her beauty. The years she had grown younger had been stolen from another, from him.

"M'lord, I am so sorry, I have brought you great pain and suffering I fear."

He shook his head slowly, the action seeming to tire him but his voice spoke with conviction to say, "You have done nothing of the sort, you are no more responsible for the actions of others than the rain that falls from the sky to drown a man. 'Tis destiny, simply that and nothing more." 

You searched frantically for the key, the ability to free him and leave this place but it was nowhere to be found. 

"She wears it around her neck m'lady and in reality I am far too weak, too feeble to be able to leave here though you must. Evil has befallen this place and I fear if you stay it will win."

The tears which now fell did so silently, all hope having been lost you feared As you knelt beside him, seeing his weariness and feeling the pain which filled your heart, a pain you swore you would carry to your grave he forced a smile saying, "I never even knew your name m'lady."

"Anne m'lord" the sob catching in your throat as he reached up to touch your face. 

"Tis a lovely name for a lovely woman. I am William, William of Devonshire honored to have been in your service. Now, you must leave me m'lady, go in peace my beautiful Anne, go now."

You stumbled through the darkness, seeking your exit from a place that you feared you might never see again, knowing in your heart that he and the kingdom were doomed. To the stables you ran, your white stallion which you had rode ever since you were a young child waiting and within seconds the two of you were flying across the countryside, running blindly, a destination unknown, a future uncertain. The tears began anew; your emotions blinding you to the presence of Lady Calias, her rage at the sight which befell her sphere enough to have her scream in the night. 

"FIND HER; I MUST HAVE HER, GO!"

With that the three crows took off from the windowsill, heading east and flying fast.

It was only minutes later that you heard them, the moon showing you their silhouettes as you urged your steed to run even faster. The ground flew past, his hooves beating a steady path but the birds were unrelenting in their pursuit. They were now circling you, waiting for their chance and then, they attacked. One flew directly towards the horse, its head rearing, almost bucking you off as the black creature flew close enough for you to see his cold, dark eyes. A second flew past, his claws reaching out, catching in your hair and you screamed as you felt him graze your skull, a thin line of blood falling from your scalp. It was the third though, the one who had taken the shape of a man not long ago, your supposed suitor to be which dropped from the sky, his intent obvious, to stop you at any cost.

As he flew towards you, his size larger than any crow you had ever laid eyes upon you felt a sudden peace surround you. You remembered the stranger and his words. He had called it "destiny" and you decided if this is yours then so be it. You closed your eyes, saying a silent prayer for your father, his counsel and for the man who you had met only to lose; surrendering to whatever might come next. 

With your eyes closed, your attacker intent on his prey, neither of you saw the streaking figure that literally collided with the raven. You heard a piercing scream, a battle cry if you will and when you opened your eyes you saw the falcon, his talons tearing at the crow, each in flight. The blackbird was no match for the warrior but the odds swiftly changed in his favor with the arrival of the other two assailants and they all began to peck and rip at the your valiant protector . You could only watch, having brought your mount to a stop as they began to overwhelm him with their sheer numbers.

You cried out, the vision before you of the man's companion spiraling down from the sky, trying desperately to fly but one wing hanging lifeless from his body until with a crash he fell to the ground, unmoving. The three birds which still circled the sky did so with great difficulty, their battle with their adversary having left them heavily injured as well and they were quick to depart, licking their wounds. Running across the field toward where the creature lay, you once again felt your heart drop like a stone as you came upon this magnificent creature, its feathers covered in blood, its chest rising and falling slowly.

Falling to your knees, looking down at its mangled wing, the bird struggling to try and regain his feet but to no avail you once again felt the sorrow which had invaded your life cover you like a shroud. One gold eye, etched with pain as you reached down to gently move the animal to your lap where you stroked its feathers, soft words of praise for his valor and his friendship escaping your lips. His movements grew weaker and weaker until finally you could almost feel his life slipping away and once again you closed your eyes, wondering if destiny could be such a cruel and hateful Mistress.

It was at that precise moment that you remembered something, the gift that he had bestowed upon you and as you let your hands surround him, fearing it was too late as you tried to exert your will into his. The bird did not fight; simply lay there his breathing by now barely visible, his body trembling in your hands. Once again you closed your eyes and in silent prayer asked for the strength to help this creature live, to serve yet another day. It was only when you reopened them that you found yourself looking down at the figure that lay in the green grass, her brown hair shining in the moonlight while at rest. Somehow, someway you had left the vessel of your body and with a piercing cry; you flew into the night sky.

A feeling of freedom like never before, an ability to see for miles, to focus intently on what lay ahead, the course so clear now. You knew not how, nor why but somehow the bird was again whole, the power of its body coursing through your every movement. It was only when you drew near the three who had brought such great pain upon you that you felt your blood turn cold, your eyes intent on them and their destruction. By the time it had ended all three lay dead and you could feel her eyes upon you, watching you from behind the sphere, a place you swore would provide her with no protection from your wrath.

Lady Calias had watched the devastation, the falcon with cold precious cutting each of her charges to pieces, laying them waste in front of her eyes. She now stood alone in the castle, fear coursing through her veins but knowing she still held the upper hand. Lifting her hand, seeing her reflection in the mirror as she caressed the item which lay between her breasts, the key not only to the mans freedom but also her beauty. Even now she appeared to be growing older again; his gift to her fading fast but there was still hope. As she walked down to the dungeon, knowing she would fly to her beloved and that in her capture she wound find not only beauty but more power than ever before. To be able to not only control the beasts but to become one as well, it was her destiny and if in the process the man and woman must die then it only made the prospect that much more pleasurable.

Dawn was nearing, the sky turning from its blackness to a brilliant red, the sign of blood to be spilled though you knew not whose. As you flew, your thoughts careening from one thing to another, William to your father to the witch, all of the players in this tale providing you with feelings, emotions which seemed to run more deeply than the waters which encircled your father's castle. You circled, knowing your window would be open and as you flew inside you felt her presence, you knew where she was and with a cry you took off for where you had left him last. Pulling up, your wings spread wide to stop your flight you saw her standing over him, his body almost as still as the creature's you now inhabited had been not so long ago.

She now looked as she had when your paths had first crossed, her body as shriveled as the one which lay at her feet.

"Ah, the prodigal child returns I see and just in time."

You flapped your wings, preparing to strike only to have her reach down, touching him and seeing his body glow brightly. 

"I would be very, very careful my dear, you see he has only one life's breath remaining and if I take it then his time on earth is done, forever."

Your cry now was a mixture of pain and anger, her eyes shining brightly at the moment, her laughter echoing throughout the chambers. 

"Now, I would propose this to you, he may keep his life but in return I will have yours. Give me what I want, what I need or I will send him to his death, a sight you will watch knowing you brought his life to an end."

For a moment, a fleeting second you thought about flying away, leaving this place never to return. Spending the rest of your life soaring, free at last from obligations, relations, life among others who had shown themselves capable of such trickery, such treachery. You also knew that to forsake him in his hour of need, when he had come to yours as a stranger would be to forfeit whatever right you had to live on this earth in any form. You let your eyes meet hers, each of you staring the other down until you allowed your gaze to fall, admitting your defeat.

To sacrifice oneself for another, the ultimate sacrifice was given freely. Time seeming to stand still, the silence which filled your ears and your thoughts however quickly broken by a voice, a strong, confident voice like I had first heard in the courtyard where this had all begun. It said, 

"THE KEY.THE KEY IS THE KEY M'LADY, THE KEY IS THE KEY."

You lifted your head, your eyes seeing the pale figure on the floor looking directly at you, fighting for his last breath and with it telling you, even as the woman walked close, her hands reaching out to touch you, to steal your life all for her own vainness, her own desire for the ultimate in power. 

"THE KEY, THE KEY UNLOCKS EVERYTHING, THE KEY IS THE KEY M'LADY."

It was only when you turned your attention back to the hag that you saw the key hanging around her neck, the way it glowed, pulsated though the light by now was feeble, barely able it seemed. Her eyes meanwhile were wide, she was so close to the prize and it was then you realized that she meant to kill both of you; only through your death would she find life. With that you raised up, your talons reaching out to pluck the object from its perch, the necklace tearing, her cry of alarm and then anger filled with fury. You flew upwards, though the ceiling was not tall, providing little relief. She swore at you, her hands reaching up, trying to reach you and with a bony hand she grabbed your claws and with that the prize dropped from your beak.

The key when it struck the hard ground shattered and with it so did she. The light was blinding, the very walls of the castle shaking, mortar and dust falling from the sky and only when it finally cleared did you see she no longer stood there, the only figure remaining that of the man no longer in chains but still as old, as feeble as if he had walked this earth for eternity. You settled beside him, his face turning toward you, and his blue eyes dim though they still showed a brief spark when he took in for him a sight of such beauty.

"You came for me m'lady, you came back for me." You watched, unable to believe your own eyes as he struggled mightily, finally standing. His voice was worn, his walk more a stumble as he said, "Take me to where she lays, there is little time." 

With that he climbed the stairs, each step you feared would be his last until you came to find yourselves outside the castle, your faithful horse waiting. The stallion who would normally have never allowed a stranger to ride him stood silently, patiently until he was able to somehow pull himself up, slumping over the horse, holding onto its mane for dear life. With that the horse turned, beginning to move slowly towards the east and its destination.

The voyage which had took only a short while took most of the day, the horse unwilling to jostle his rider, to bring him any further pain or perhaps death. Instead you circled the sky, letting your eyes never leave his sight, wondering if he were still alive, if somehow he would make it make to you. Finally, as the shadows grew long the field came into sight and you saw your body still lying where it had, motionless, still at rest. You flew to her side, alighting, seeing how peaceful she looked before turning to see the horse had stopped, his rider literally sliding from the mount, landing in the plush grass. 

You saw his eyes flutter, opening slowly and the look of pain when he saw the figure that lay beside you. Clawing at the ground, pulling him, inch by inch nearer to her. It took everything he had, every ounce of strength to do so and when it was done he issued a brief sigh, his hand reaching out only to fall into yours. He laid there, his chest once again showing his waning breathes the end almost there. It was then that you looked into the sky and saw him, the majestic bird flying from out of the sun, his wings breathtaking in their scope, his cry in discovery. When he landed, he did so directly beside you, two sets of golden eyes shining back with love and in another found, not lost. 

Where once had laid one, now there were two. Two joined by hands and hearts, each set free now to soar above the clouds. As the pair took off, each glancing back to remember, never to forget they flew towards the waning light. You could hear him, hear his thoughts, his words as he said, 

"You saved me m'lady, you have brought me new life and for that I shall love you forever and ever." 

The land never looked more beautiful, the sky your world, a lifetime of love and new memories to be made and cherished together. You flew towards the sun, two souls, two spirits, two survivors complete in life and love, forever.



Once Upon a Time at a Swing Party



Once Upon a Time at a Swing Party

The craigslist post read:

Bi-sexual Swing Parties
Every Monday and Thursday 11:00 am to 3 PM and Saturday's 1 pm to 5 pm.
No Alcohol allowed, food and sodas provided, towels, lube & condoms provided.
Men will strip upon entering (can wear towel); women will strip or be in lingerie.
Anything goes (with consent) inside house, no sex outside house or in pool or hot tub, nude sunbathing allowed
"No" means "No" will be strictly enforced!
$20.00 donation for couples
$20.00 donation for single men
Single women free

You have to give credit to the Internet; you can truly find anything on it. I was looking for a used car and a friend told me to look on craigslist. Now this was in 2005 and I had never heard of craigslist so I hit the search button on yahoo and that quick I was looking at used cars. 

Finding nothing that interested me I noticed that the site also had personals, so out of curiosity I opened W for M and soon figured out that with a click of a button you could go to only post's that had photos. Well under W for M it looked to be all professional women so I started looking in the other sections.

It was in the MW for M section that I came across the above ad. Seeing that I was 20 years old, still living with my parents, had been dumped by my girlfriend acouple months ago, it was the middle of summer and our house had no pool, I thought why not answer the ad and see what happens.

I clicked on reply to post and sent an email stating that I was interested in attending. Two hours later I got a reply telling me to call the attached phone number to get the address. 

Being alittle nervous I dialed the number and a man answered the phone. He told me his name was Bill and made a point of telling me that the $20.00 dollars was just a donation for the food and drinks, he also gave me the impression that if I didn't donate I would not be admitted. I got the address and it being Thursday night I figured I would attend the Saturday gathering.

I did a quick search on Mapquest and found that it was not far from where we lived, I figured that it should only take about 15 minutes to get there.

Saturday morning arrived and I was eating breakfast with my mom, she asked me what I had planned for the day.

Of course being the free spirit that my mom is I told her I was going to a swing party, NOT! I told her I was going to hang out with friends. 

I know she wanted to tell me to get a haircut but she didn't. You see since my girlfriend had dumped me I had not shaven or gotten a haircut and it was driving her crazy.

"Will you be home for dinner, dad's is going to BBQ some steaks?"

I told her I would and asked what her and dad had planned for the day?

"We're going to do alittle shopping, catch an afternoon movie and then pick the steaks up on the way home, plan on eating around 6."

They both left the house around 10:30. 

I jumped in the shower (figured that if your going to attend a swing party you should at least be clean) and had to admit that I did look like a bum so I shaved and decided to get a haircut on the way.

I guess I should describe myself now for the individuals who want to picture me naked. Again I'm 20 years old, like to say 6' tall but really closer to 5' 10", I weight about 175, with blonde hair. I have what I think is a nice size cock at about 7", I'm cut, shaved balls, and I keep my pubes trimmed close (use to shave completely when I was on the swim team in High School). How many of you pervert's are stroking right now thinking of me? Don't shoot your wads yet the story gets better.

I put on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and sandals (figured I would be naked soon enough why get dressed up), and headed for the barber around 12:15.

When the barber asked how I wanted my haircut I figured what the hell buzz it. With that complete I thought "well on to the swing party."

I arrived at the house about 1:10 pm and was surprised to find that it was a nice one-story ranch house with a detached garage. It was located in an area of town zoned for people with horses so there was a lot of open land all around it. There was a dirt area out front of the house where there were about 10 to 15 cars parked, There was a large truck with the big wheels that was providing shade on the side of it so I parked my beat-up little Toyota next to it. 

I soon was at the front door finding it locked; I could hear people inside so I rang the doorbell. A tall older man and an older very skinny woman (they were both probably in their 60's) answered the door and introduced themselves as Bill and Jenny. Bill was dressed in just shorts, Jenny had on bra and a high hipped thong.  Bill shook my hand and gave me the rules since it was my first time there. 

As Bill was talking I scanned the room and noticed that for one thing there were a lot of older people there, the second thing I noticed was that there were a lot of older people there!

Bill told me to put my sandals by the door and pointed out the donation basket, he then pointed to a room down the hall and said that's where I was to disrobe and the towels were on the bed, with that Bill said "NO SEX IN THAT ROOM!"

He explained to me that there were four other rooms that had beds or couches. He pointed out the living room, which was to the right of where we were standing, and said there was also a rec room and bedroom off the kitchen. In these rooms anything goes. He again explained the "NO" means "NO" rule, and when finished told me that he was sure I'd have fun.

As he escorted me down the hall to the changing room we passed two rooms on the left, the first had about 10 people in it, all seemed to be in their 40's or 50's. There was a female on the bed but I could not see her because there were about 5 guys all over her. Bill told me this was the gangbang room.

The second room was very dark, it had heavy curtains that were drawn closed, it had a couch, loveseat, and there was an old lava lamp in the corner that was the only lighting for the room. There were 5 guys in the room watching each other stroke their cocks. Bill told me that this room was for male on male sex only, women could watch but hands off.

Now I had never seen another guy playing with himself so it was alittle bit of a shock to say the least. I couldn't see much standing in the doorway but I could make-out a guy sitting across from the door that was watching me as I watched him stroke his cock. I quickly followed Bill into the changing room on the right.

Bill explained that the changing room was the master bedroom, which was why no one was allowed to have sex in it. I could see clothes folded neatly all over the floor. Bill told me to find a spot for my clothes and that he was not responsible for anything that was left in the pockets that could be stolen. I had left my wallet, watch and phone in my car, all I had in my pockets were my keys. The last thing he told me was to please place any used condoms in a trashcan because he didn't like having to pick them up after the party was over.  

There was a man in the room who was about 40 taking his clothes off. Being nervous I grabbed a towel from the bed and turn my back to him and got naked.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and as I walked past the gay room I noticed that there were now about 7 guys in the room with acouple of them stroking each other on the couches. There were also two standing next to each other and one guy on his knees in front of them blowing one and stroking the other.

I walked through the hall to the living room and there was an older couple talking to a black guy. The woman was naked and her husband was playing with her pussy while she was talking to the black guy. Bill came up beside me, put his arm around my shoulder and told me that the living room was open to anything as long as everyone agreed.

As we continued Bill showed me the 4th bedroom, which had 2 couples in it (of course they were both older couples), they were all kissing and groping each other but there was no fucking going on, at least not yet. 

I should say that while all this was going on I kept hearing the doorbell ring and since Bill was with me I figured Jenny must have been greeting the newcomers.

Bill said that this was the couple's room, singles were not allowed in unless invited by the couples. One of the women (she had to be in her fifties, and big) saw me and said, "Look a young-in, come on in honey."

Bill felt me kind of back away and told her that he was giving me the tour.

He finally took me to the last room, the rec room. All this room had in it was a big king size mattress on the floor in the center of the room, there were 2 white older woman on their backs and about 10 black guys having fun with them. There were 2 old white guys standing in the corner watching and playing with their cocks. This room Bill told me was for women who wanted to experience BBC (Big Black Cocks).

He took me through the kitchen where there were 5 guys with towels around their waists and 2 older women in lingerie standing and talking, Bill showed me where the food and drinks were and pointed out how to get to the pool. With that he said the tour was finished, gave me a pat on the ass (more like a grab) and again told me to have fun. 

I went out to the pool area and tried to collect my thoughts. There were two couples in the pool, both in there 40's and both women were BBW's. I sat on the edge of the pool unwrapped my towel and decide to get some sun.

I could feel the two women in the pool staring at me and I was coming to the conclusion that I was the only person under 35 who was at this event (I'm being nice, it was probably more like 40 or 45!).

One of the BBW's swam over to me and asked how I was doing. She told me her name was Jan and I told her mine was Rob (I made it up). We chatted for a while and I could see her husband watching us closely. I was trying to keep control but having a lady talk to you (even a big lady) when your naked, oh hell I got a hard on! She got a big smile on her face and swam backwards without taking her eyes off me back to her husband and friends. 

They all got out of the pool and the two women came over and Jan introduced me to Sue. Their husbands soon joined us and all I could think was wow, here were these to big older naked women, flirting with me, and their husbands were just standing there watching. 

Their husbands must have gotten bored because soon they told their wives that they would meet them inside and left the three of us by the pool. 

Now Jan was a big woman, about 5'8", blonde with huge tits and large round nipples. She had a big hanging belly; a big ass and I think I saw a small blonde landing strip on her pussy

Sue was only about 5'2", had dark hair, and a nice deep tan with no tanlines. She had descent size tits that were pretty firm for her age. One of the distinguishing feathers of Sue were her nipples, both were pierced, they were very hard and stuck out about ½ inch. Sue was also a BBW but she had a pretty flat stomach with big wide hips, she had a large ass and a shaved pussy. Believe it or not she was kind of sexy.

They both kept looking at my hard cock and finally Jan said "well we better get back to our husbands, hoped to see you inside, and oh yeah your thingy is drooling." They laughed as they walked off.

I looked down and saw a long string of pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock.

What had I gotten myself into? I had big old women lusting for me, men patting my ass, I had a decision to make and I made it quick, I had to get out of there. 

I jumped in the pool to cool myself down (even at a swing party I was to embarrassed to walk around with a hard-on), dried myself off and was just about to enter the living room when the doorbell rang, Bill answered it and in walked another couple. 

At this point everything seemed to go in slow motion. It took a few seconds but then it hit me, there was my mom and dad standing in the entryway talking to Bill.

I guess this is the point where I should describe what my mom and dad look like. My mom looks a lot like the mom on "That 70's Show". My dad is my height but weights about 220lbs; he's got that middle-aged potbelly, and has lost most of his hair.

I panicked and dove into the room to my left, the couple's room.

Jan was sitting on the couch, had pulled her belly up and was playing with her pussy, Sue was on her knees giving someone a blowjob, and the two husbands where fucking the two original ladies that I had seen in the room.

I could hear my mom's voice coming down the hallway asking Bill who was at the party, he was naming off different people and I could hear them coming closer and closer so I dove between Jan's legs and buried my face in her fat pussy.

Jan let out a yelp, dropped her belly on top of my head, and grabbed me by the ears and pulled my face into her pussy. 

Sue stopped giving her blowjob and crawled up behind me, pulled my towel off, leaned over my back, wrapped her arms around me, grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear "glad to see you again so soon."

Just then I heard my mom's voice "hey Jan I see your having fun."

"Oh yeah baby, we have some young meat here, oh Beth (my moms name) your going to have to try this one's tongue."

"Well don't wear him out, leave alittle bit for me"

Sue who was stroking my cock said, "he's got a nice cock also, god he's hard as a rock."

My mom laughed and I could hear her again talking to Bill as they continued down the hall.

Jan let out a moan and said "yeah baby stick that tongue in my pussy."

This fat woman's pussy was getting very wet and she was moaning and girding my face in it.

Sue said, "Jan, lets flip him on his back so I can fuck this cock!"

With that Jan let go of my ears and as quick as a cat Sue flipped me on my back and mounted my cock.

Jan wasted no time in planting her wet pussy right back on my face. She was facing Sue so sitting on my face was one big pussy and ass, and did I mention before it was very wet.

Now like I said earlier Sue was kinda sexy and now I was finding out that her pussy was nice and tight. As I had my tongue stuck up Jan's pussy I couldn't help but wonder how a woman in her forty's could have such a tight pussy and it was feeling really good! 

Next thing I knew the 2 other women in the room were running the hands all over the three of us, rubbing my belly, pinching my nipples. 

Oh god I was surround by big women!

My tongue must have been hitting the right spots because Jan let out a loud groan and was moaning "Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah here I cum, don't stop, fuck yeah, oh fuck!"

The next thing I knew my mouth was being flooded with pussy juice. Man that woman could cum! It was coming out faster than I could swallow and soon was all over my face.

Sue had stopped fucking my cock I guess to watch Jan. 

Jan took her wet soaking pussy from my face but before I could even make a move the lady on my right planted her plump hairy pussy on my face trapping my head between two meaty thighs. Her pussy and ass were bigger than Jan's! I had to laugh at the crazy things that were crossing my mind. Bill had repeatedly mentioned to me that "No" means "No", but I wasn't being given the chance to say no!

Just then I heard my dad's voice say, "Looks like a party going on in here."

"Well come join the party Frank (my dad's name)" someone answered.

Sue was now moving back and forth faster and faster on my cock, I heard my mom say, "you go girl, ride that cowboy".

Sue let out a scream and came hard gushing all over my cock.

I heard my dad telling someone named Karen to bend over so he could fuck her. The next thing I new the big hairy pussy lady on my face was leaning forward so I guess she was Karen.

Then it happened, my dad stuck his cock in the big fat hairy pussy that was sitting on my face. What the fuck was I to do. And if that wasn't weird enough I heard my mom say, "Sue let me have a crack at that young cock."

I felt a pair of lips engulf my cock, they went up and down acouple times then stopped. I then heard my mom say, "I love a hard cock with pussy juice all over it." 

Above my head my dad's cock was going in and out of Karen, I had stopped licking when the cock appeared so Karen started lifting herself off my face. I panicked and I grabbed her legs and pulled her back down and started licking her pussy again. Oh my god, my dad's cock was rubbing against my tongue!

Every so often it would slide out of her fat hairy pussy and land in my mouth. I was really freaking out now!

From between the meaty thighs I heard my mom say "what a nice cock, a nice and hard cock, a nice and hard and young cock!"

She pumped it acouple times and then it happened, I became a motherfucker! My mom straddled my cock and lowered her pussy onto it. She let out a sigh and then started moving slowly back and forth. Mom's cunt was not as tight as Sue's but it felt good.

My dad must have been getting turned on by watching my mom fuck this young stud (me), he started pumping in and out of Karen faster and faster.

How much stranger could it get? Well lets think about it, here I was laying on my back, my mom was riding my cock, my dad was fucking a big fat hairy pussy that just happened to be positioned above my face, his cock kept slipping out and landing in my mouth, and to top it all off, it finally dawn on me that my fathers balls were slapping the top of my head!

My dad suddenly stopped pumping and tensed up, oh fucking god, NO!!! His cock plopped out of the big fat hairy pussy and landed on my mouth, I closed my lips fast!

"Fuck Karen, I almost shot my load, I don't want to cum to soon, have acouple more hours of fucking to enjoy!"

"Thank god!" was all I could think. My lord that's all I would have needed was for my dad to dump a load in the pussy I was eating out or to have him sprayed his load all over my face!

My mom now started riding my cock hard and fast. Karen who was not being fucked anymore sat up again almost smothering me. I could hear her and my mom kissing and moaning together. My mom was talking in a raspy voice, "oh yeah honey, pull my nipples, pull them hard, oh fuck baby pull them harder, twist them, oh fuck yeah!"

I take it that she was talking to Karen.

Just then she exploded, fuck she went crazy, screaming, yelling, I thought her pussy was going to take my cock off at the root. She was bucking, grinding, and cumming over and over. I couldn't take it and as hard as I tried and believe me I did try, I could not hold back and I exploded also. 

When she felt me filling her up she exploded again. This triggered Karen and again my face was being drenched with woman juice!

My mom stopped moving and I could hear her breathing hard, she finally fell off me and I heard her say, "fuck, Frank he didn't have a condom on."  

My dad replied, "I'll take care of it."

Karen started to get up, and I quickly glanced over and I saw my dad's head between my mom's legs eating her out.

Karen was trying to lift her fat legs over my head to get off me but with my parents still in the room I had to grab hold and pulled her back down and started eating that fat pussy again.

"My god you must love the taste of me big boy! Go ahead have some more, you can eat me all day long if you like honey!"

While my dad was munching on her cum filled pussy, mom rolled over on her side grabbed my cock and started licking both our juices off it. "Um quite tasty" I heard her exclaim. Soon I heard her moaning again as dad finished eating her out.

I was never so glad in my life when I heard my dad get up and say, "Come on honey lets go check some of the other rooms out."

Now how do I get this big fat wet hairy pussy off my face, I started licking like my life depended on it. Still she wasn't getting off so I reached up and grabbed hold of her big nipples that were hanging from her sagging tits and started pulling.




Once Upon a Time at a Swing Party



She really loved this and started moving her ass back and forth across my face. I started twisting them and pulled even harder, that set her off. For the third time my face was being covered with fat old woman juice!

As Karen climbed off me the last older lady who had been in the room walked up to me and I didn't have the strength to say no. I never found out her name but she was not anywhere near as large as the previous two, and she had a nice shaved cunt. She sat on the couch and spread her legs so all I had to do was crawl between them and start licking.

It took about ten minutes but I got her off. After she had calmed and released my head, she pulled me forward and gave me a tender kiss and said "thank you."

I was free now! All I had to do was maneuver myself to the master bedroom, grab my clothes and get the hell out of there. 

I poked my head out the door and didn't see my parents. Jan was walking back into the room with another couple that I hadn't met, as she walked by me she ran her hand over my cock and smiled.

I left the room and had gotten to the living room when I saw my dad coming out of the kitchen. Oh Shit!

I turned and was about to go back into the same room but I saw that Karen and Jan were both back in there. Fuck that. I made a dash for the rec room.

Upon entering it I saw that there were now 4 women on the big mattress and still looked to be about 10 or so black guys having fun with them. There were now about 8 white guys watching the action, so I moved to the corner and maneuvered myself behind acouple guys who where playing with their cocks.

My dad suddenly appeared at the door, moved just to the inside of it and was watching the action. He pulled the towel off from around his waist, threw it over his shoulder and started playing with his cock.

I don't know why but I repositioned trying to get a better look at his cock. I mean it was above my head while he was fucking Karen but I didn't get a look at it, I tasted it but did not get a good look at it. He was not that big, about 5 maybe 5-½ inches.

He was watching the action on the mattress very intently and when I followed his eyes I saw why.

My mom was one of the 4 women fucking the black guys. Oh My God!!

She was on her knees bent over getting fucked by a cock that had to be nine inches long. In front of her was a large black man feeding her a cock that was not quite as big but just as impressive.

My dad just stood there watching and stroking his cock. I probably could have walked right by him, said hi and he would not have noticed.

I turned my attention back to my mom and saw that she was now taking the entire length of the big black cock down her throat; I have to admit I was quite impressed.

The one fucking her doggy style pulled out and said, "Lets stand her up". They both helped her to her feet. I now had a good look at what my mom, the woman who had raised me for 20 years looked like naked. I had to admit she didn't look bad.

My mom stands 5' 3", weights about 150 but carries it well, she has small perky breast with small nipples that right now looked really hard. Of course my eyes then went to her pussy, which was shaved with a very small patch of hair that looked like a heart. You could tell she didn't sunbath in the nude because her really white tits and panty line were a sharp contrast to her deep tan.

It then dawned on me that I had started stroking my now hard cock. For a moment I thought she looked at me but she had such a far away look in her eyes that I know she was only feeling the moment.

The black guy who had been feeding her his cock looked at my dad and asked if she liked it in the ass? 

Oh my god! NOOO!! Would this horror ever end!

Dad replied, "she'll say no if she doesn't want to do something."

Bill showed up at the door and I saw him hand my dad a small video camera.

Mom was put her on her knees again, they bent her over and the one who had asked the question started to insert his finger into her butt. It must have hurt because I heard her say, "Get some lube." Another black guy brought the lube over, squirted it down the crack of her ass and soon there were 1, then 2, then 3 fingers stuck up her ass.

She looked like she was in some pain but she did not tell him to stop. Another guy got in front of her and she took his cock, stroked it a few times then put it in her mouth. The guy behind her placed the head of his cock against her asshole and started pushing it in.

When it finally popped through a gasp went through the room. Mom had let the cock fall from her mouth, lowered her head, and was moaning real low as he slowly inch by inch got the whole thing in her. 

She was panting and sweating and you could tell by the look on her face that she was feeling a lot of discomfort. From my vantage point it did not look like she was enjoying it.

That went on for about 5 minutes when the guy fucking her ass grabbed her hips and rolled over so he was lying down. He pulled her back, grab her legs, lifted and pulled them apart so she was spread wide open for all to see.

The guy she had been sucking earlier came up in front of her and I knew I was about to see my mom get double penetrated. And the kicker was that not only was my dad watching, he was also filming it.

As the cock was inserted into her cunt my mom shouted, "Fuck, oh god slowly, slowly. "

Finally they had both cocks in to the hilt and started moving in rhythm with each other. You could tell that they had done this before. You could also tell that this was the first time for mom because again she did not look like she was enjoying herself.

My dad was though, he was moving around trying to get it all on film. 

Soon the two fucking her made room for another black guy to get to her mouth, he grabbed her hair and pulled her to his cock. She took it in but could not move so he just held her head and fucked her face. He was trying to get it all in but mom kept gagging, she was trying to pull free but he would have none of that. All through this my dad just kept filming.

Then two more came over. There was my mom on the floor with a cock up her ass, one in her cunt, and another in her mouth and now one in each hand. 

The room had now become packed and I was having trouble trying to get a good view. Everyone in the house must have come into the room to watch the show. 

At this point I realized that my dad was a cuckold; he got off on watching my mom get fucked. Wow!

Then I thought "can a son be a cuckold to his mom", I mean here I was stroking my cock watching my mom get fucked by 5 big black guys. I don't even want to know the answer to that question. 

These five guys used my mom for about ten minutes when the guy she was jacking off in her right hand pulled free and shot a load of cum all over her tits. 

The guy who had been fucking her face then pulled out. You could tell mom was glad to have the cock out of her mouth, there was drool with a mixture of pre-cum coming out of her mouth and she was gasping trying to catch her breath. He stroked his cock a few times and gave my mom a nice facial. 

Next the guy in her left hand pulled free and aimed his cum at her face, tits and hair. He shot a huge load; I mean I didn't think he would ever stop cumming.

The two in her ass and cunt did not seem to be in a hurry to finished and just kept on fucking her.

I will not swear to it but I think mom was crying she had so much cum dripping from her face that you really couldn't tell. All the while dad just kept filming away.

The man in her pussy finally pulled out and shot his load on her chest and belly, when the big cock was empty he took the head and rubbed it over the little bit of hair she had down there.

The man in her ass started moving her hips up and down over his cock; you could see her ass stretched tight clinging to the big black dick. He quickened his pace and suddenly jumped up and pulled free, he pushed her forward onto her hand and knees and let go all over her back and ass.

Mom was now leaning on her elbows as the man kept rubbing his spent cock up and down the crack of her ass. She finally looked back at him and he got up and walked away.

Exhausted she just flopped onto the mattress and curled up. My god she was a mess, she had cum dripping all over her, and the to top it off some of the white guys who had been watching started going over to her and adding their cum to the rest. I watched 6 more guys shoot their spunk onto my mom.

When everyone was finally done with her my dad got really close to video the final results and then left the room.

I rewrapped my towel looked out the door; good my dad was nowhere to be seen. 

Out I went, I peeked into the couples room, Jan and Karen were in there but not my dad, I looked in the living room, clear also. Not in the kitchen, or the gangbang room, I'm almost home free. Just as I started to enter the master bedroom there was my dad with his back to me talking to Bill. FUCK!

I stood just outside the room and could hear them talking about what my mom had done, "wow that was some crazy shit in there" I heard Bill say. 

"Yeah" my dad replied "she told me she would do it but just this once and from the way she looked when they were done with her I don't think it will every happen again." 

Bill then said, "Well you can always watch the video!" 

"I'm hornier than hell, I have to get off." My dad said as they were coming towards the door. 

What the fuck am I going to do now; fuck I jumped in the first room.

Oh my god I was in the gay room! I went to the darkest part of the room and sat on the couch. 

I could hear Bill and my dad talking just outside the door. All of the sudden there was a guy sitting to my right who was grabbing my cock, another man got up and stood in front of me, his cock staring me straight in the face. Another guy plopped down on my left and started rubbing my nuts. Holy shit!!

Please dad just leave, go watch mom get fucked again. Do anything just go! 

And guess what? My dad did the last thing in the world that I would have wanted him to do. He came into the room.

FUCK!!!!

I don't know why but I did the first thing that crossed my mind. I grabbed the cock in front of my and stuck it in my mouth! I was sucking a cock! I was giving another man a blowjob. I must have been doing a descent job because he grabbed my head and slowly started moving it in and out of my mouth.

Someone must have been playing with his ass because he was saying, "yeah spread my cheeks, lick that hole." 

All of the sudden I felt lips cover my cock. I glanced down between the legs of the man in front of men and could see the top of my dad's head going up and down on my cock. 

This day could not get any stranger could it? Well it did!

My dad grabbed my legs, never taking his mouth off my cock, pulled me forward so my ass was clear of the cushion and went after my nuts, licking them, sucking them in one at a time, then going back to my cock, taking it all the way down his throat.

He went back to licking my balls the all of the sudden he dipped even lower and ran his tongue across my asshole. I was wiggling around but he just grabbed hold of my legs and started trying to push it up in me, all the while stroking my cock.

The guy in my mouth was starting to pump in alittle faster and I started to get worried.

My dad then said "lets get him on his belly and fuck the shit out of him."

NO, I was trying to say NO, but with a cock in my mouth it was hard to understand. The other two guys were soon joining the chorus "yeah get him on his belly." NO I was now mumbling louder. 

The man in my mouth grabbed my head and started to pull me around with him as he sat down. I was now on my knees in front of him.

My dad was again behind me rubbing my ass and reaching around and playing with my cock.

He was leaning over my back really getting aggressive. "I'm going to fuck this tight hole of yours, my cock is going to stretch you wide open."

He let go of my cock, spread my cheeks and was again licking my asshole. "Fuck you taste good!"

I had to stop this so I tried to lift my head but the fucker I was sucking grabbed the back of my head and would not let me.

Next thing I knew I had acouple fingers entering me. "Oh yeah, your ready now."

I now could understand the look on my mom's face when she was getting fucked in the ass. It was not a pleasant feeling.

I started trying to say "NO" as loud I could with a cock in my mouth.

Bill came to my rescue, he must have been watching what was going on because he said very loud and clear for all to hear "NO means NO guys, he doesn't want to be fucked."

Thank god, the first thing all afternoon that had gone right for me.

My moving around trying to say no must have excited the man I was giving the blowjob to because all of the sudden he was shooting his cum into my mouth. I was not going to swallow so it was spilling out of my mouth and onto his cock and balls.

When he was done he rubbed my face with his spent cock, he then scooped up the excess cum with his hand and rubbed it also over my face.

My dad was now rubbing his cock up and down the crack of my ass, it wasn't sliding very easy so he grabbed some lube and poured it between my cheeks. Bill saw what was going on and again told my dad not to fuck me.

"I'm not going to fuck him, but he has such a pretty ass I am going to dry hump it."

I was finding out a few thinks about my dad today, first that he was a cuckold, second that he was gay or at least Bi, and third that with men he was very dominant.

I was slumped over with my head resting on the couch just hoping that this day would end when Bill put his head down next to mine and whispered in my ear, "I saved your ass so when I cum you better swallow!" He then sat down and pulled me over to his lap. 

Bill had a very large cock. He started to rub it across my lips, then pulled it away stroke it acouple times and a big drop of pre-cum came out the head.

"You know what to do," he said and I stuck my tongue out and licked it off.

I could feel two more guys' crowd around me and start rubbing their cocks against my back.

Bill's cock head was so big it barely fit in my mouth. He then grabbed my head and was forcing as much as he could down my throat. I think I got about 3 inches. I guess that was good enough for him because he started moving my head up and down at that point.

My dad was really going to town on my ass crack when he stiffened up and I could feel cum running up my back and down my crack.

He fell off and was replaced by another guy who lasted about a minute and added his cum to my ass. All along Bill just kept moving my mouth up and down his cock.

I think two more guys dry humped my ass and dumped their loads when I heard my dad say, "God we could have really tore up that ass!"

Someone else grabbed my hips when I heard my mom at the door, "Frank I think it's about time to go." 

"Ok honey, I just want to watch one more load get dumped on this ass. Come on in and watch."

"OH MY GOD, my mom is watching me suck a cock and get my ass humped. FUCK!" 

Being dark in the room I guess my dad couldn't see mom very good cause all of the sudden I heard him say, "My god honey you look a mess." 

" I know Frank that's why I want to go."

My mom being in the room must have sent the guy over the edge because he started shooting onto my back.

"Holy fuck, that's the best one yet," my dad said.

And still Bill kept fucking my mouth. My jaw was getting sore!

The guy got up and dad moved up behind me, I soon felt his fingers touching the cum on my back. He reached down and grabbed my cock. "Bill we should have fucked him. He loves this, his cock is as hard as a rock!"

Bill started breathing real hard and moving my head up and down faster and faster. He stopped and said, "Remember what I told you." And then jammed as much as he could in my mouth and started cumming.

I clamped my lips around it and starting swallowing as fast as I could. He had so much cum that it started spilling out the sides of my mouth.

My dad said, "Fuck this is the best party yet!" He gave my ass a slap and got up and left with my mom. Thank god.

Bill pulled his cock from my mouth and said "clean up what you missed," so I licked his cock and balls clean of all cum.

One more guy came up behind me and started humping me and I felt two other loads being dumped on my back.

The last guy finally came and when I didn't feel anyone else climb on I slumped over on the couch. As I turned over I saw Sue standing in the room. Fuck out of everything that had happened today this for some reason was the most embarrassing.

Sue had her hand between her legs and was playing with her bald pussy. She pointed down to my hard cock and said, "I can take care of that for you but you have to clean up first."

I got up and she told me to go jump in the pool and meet her in the couple's room. 

To make sure that my parents had left I asked if she had seen Frank and Beth?

"Oh they just left."

I walked down the hall and saw that there was hardly anyone left but those who hadn't were staring at me. With all the cum that was on my face, back and ass I guess I would have stared also.

I looked at the clock in the kitchen and it said 4:35, the party was almost over. I went out to the pool and it was empty. I jumped in headfirst and swam to the shallow end. I rubbed my hands over my ass, back, and face trying to get myself somewhat clean.

After I had dried off I went into the house and found Sue in the couples room. She came over to me and planted a light kiss on my lips, took my hand in hers, and pulled my down on top of her. My cock again found the warmth of her pussy. 

Her husband entered the room and sat on the couch.

She grabbed my head and pulled it down to her neck and we started moving together on the floor. This was the fuck I was hoping for when I got here, she wasn't the sexy young thing that I was hoping for but she was one god fuck and she also was the one somewhat normal person that I had met!

She started moaning and said, "Lets switch positions."

She had me sit on the floor with my back to the couch and straddled my cock. Her tits were right there so I took a nipple in my mouth. Sue started rotating on my cock and groaning.

Sue pulled my head from her tit and kissed me. She then looked me in the eyes and said, "I want you to suck my husbands cock." I must have given a strange look because she said, "come on suck Daddy's cock for me, do it for mommy!" "Suck daddy's cock while you fuck mommy."

Oh my god!!! This was the icing on the cake to one very strange day.

Her husband got up and came over to me, grabbed my head and put his cock to my lips.

Sue who was now starting to pant said, "come on take daddy's cock, suck it, make mommy happy."

I opened my mouth and in went his dick!

"Oh fuck yeah suck daddy's dick, take that cock down your throat, fuck yeah make daddy cum!"

He started going faster and faster and suddenly grabbed my head and pushed his cock all the way in and started shooting his cum down my throat.

"Take daddy's cum, drink daddy's baby juice." Sue was now shouting.

"Oh fuck that's sexy, fuck mommy's cumming, oh fuck yeah keep sucking daddy's cock!" And boom she exploded.

She was going so wild on my lap, humping up and down, grinding her pussy down onto my cock.

Sue started pinching my nipples which was too much for me and I started filling her with my cum.

She pulled my mouth from "daddy's" cock and pulled it to hers, jammed her tongue in mouth, and started sucking her husbands cum out of it.

This gave her one more orgasm. She hugged me close while we all came down then slid off me onto the floor and her husband crawled between legs and started cleaning her cunt.




Once Upon a Time at a Swing Party



I got up and as I left the room I could hear her moans getting louder and louder.

I found my clothes, got dressed and as I was leaving Sue came walking up to me still naked and handed me a piece of paper with her email address on it.

Bill was standing at the door and said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself and feel free to join in again."

Fuck I was finally free!

As I drove up to our house I saw that my parents were home. I went inside and went right to my room to take a shower. After I was clean and dressed I headed out to find my parents.

How was I going to look at these two people who I had scene do so crazy things today in the face and have a normal conversation.

They were both on the patio having a beer, dad was cranking up the BBQ and mom had her back to me sitting in a chair. Dad turned around and saw me first and saw that I had shaved and gotten my haircut, my mom turned around got a big smile on her face and came over and hugged me.

"You have just made my day!"

I don't think so not after what I had seen today!

I got a beer and as we talked I couldn't help but picture my mom naked with five big black guys. 

I one point mom caught me staring at her and I swear this strange look came across her face. I even thought I saw her gasp and put her hand to her mouth.

Monday morning after they both had gone to work I went through their room and found my dad's secret hiding place. I found not only the video of mom getting fucked by the five black guys but also others that he had taken.

They have been good beat off material for me!

Every time mom hugs me now it makes my cock hard. I try to keep my hips away from hers but she caught me by surprise this morning and I know she could feel it. 

She told me as she was leaving for work that she needs to talk to me when she gets home; I wonder what that will be about?

End



Once Upon A Time: Bad Girl



Regina forced Emma into the cabin, hood over her head, hands bound behind her back. She ripped the hood off just before she shoved Emma to her knees, letting her see who'd been waiting for her. Maleficent. Ursula. And Cruella.

"As promised," Regina said. "One Savior. All yours."

"Gina, what is this?" Emma asked. She'd struggled and cursed on her way up the steps, but now that she saw how outnumbered she was, she bit back her anger. 

"Just a little lesson," Regina replied. She laid the back of her hand against Emma's cheek as she passed her to stand with the Queens of Darkness. "You're always coming to me for advice, so I thought it's time you learn something really useful. Something that will come in very handy when we get our happy endings... knowing how to suck cunt."

"I can't... no way!" Emma screamed. "I won't! It's wrong! I won't do it!"

Maleficent was behind Regina, slinking her arms around the other woman, playing open the folds of her coat. "Don't be so overdramatic. It's just like learning to swim. You won't drown. Just get a little wet." 

Regina stepped out of the coat Maleficent pulled from her, canting her head to the side. She watched, from the corner of her eye, as Maleficent unzipped the fly of her trousers, letting out a dildo that she goosed Regina with. Regina went willingly as Maleficent pulled her backward, tarrying only to pull her panties out from under her dress before Maleficent had sat down, strap-on up and waiting for her.

"Ursula. Cruella. Make our guest comfortable," Regina ordered. "But don't be too rough at her. I want the first crack."

"And I daresay this one will enjoy it in the crack," Cruella said drolly as they took Emma's arms, cutting her bonds only to force her arms over her head. They ripped her clothes away as Emma struggled, earning a hearty slap from Cruella that calmed her down.

Regina climbed onto Maleficent's lap, wantonly sinking the dildo into herself, all the way down in one go. She rode on it as she stared at Emma's bondage.

"I won't do it, I won't, I won't!" Emma yelled as she was forced down to a bench, Ursula's tentacles lashing her hands to the legs at the head of it, another running over her belly and under the table to tie her down, more parting her legs and holding them open.

"Yes!" Regina enthused, Maleficent fucking deep into her. She thrust herself up until the cockhead was only just inside her, then sank down every inch with a sigh of utter lust, staring at Emma splayed before her the whole time. She shook in orgasm and Maleficent kissed her neck, seeming to absorb the ambient pleasure.

"Fucking perverts!" Emma screamed helplessly. "You fucking cunts!" She could see Regina fucking Maleficent's dildo faster and faster as she neared another climax.

"Oh, a bit more, I'd say," Maleficent grinned, helping Regina warm up with her hands on the Evil Queen's hips, lifting her up and dashing her down even faster.

Cruella shoved Emma's legs apart, the blonde wincing as Ursula's cold tentacles tightened to hold them there. Her legs seemed to be further apart than they ever had been, her defenseless sex wide open, clit on full display in all its hardness. Shame flushed inside her.

"Oh, what would mommy think?" Cruella leered. "Seeing baby all trussed up like a Christmas turkey—and so wet! Glistening like a honey ham!"

"I know I'd like to eat her," Ursula said.

"You're going to enjoy this!" Regina threatened, her cunt thrusting up and down on Maleficent's full length. "You little whore, you'll love it just as much as I ammmmm!"

Regina fell back against Maleficent as her climax burst upon her, even bigger than before, Maleficent groping her breasts through her dress, tearing at them as vigorously as she would with dragon's claws.

"You are bad," Maleficent moaned, pulling Regina's dress up to see how her cunt tightened on its intruder. "So bad, coming like this. I'll have to punish you for this. Let Emma see how we treat bad girls..."

"Show her!" Regina gasped, throwing herself forward, now with her hands down on the ground and her body thrust forward, only her ass remaining in Maleficent's lap, flattening to Maleficent's cock. It thrust down like Regina was giving her a lapdance, and Maleficent lashed her open palms across her asscheeks.

"Thank you, thank you!" Regina screamed, while Emma closed her eyes, almost unable to look at what she was doing, this woman who'd been her friend, her partner—

An eye opened, just a crack.

Regina heaved her ass up, dress slipping down her upturned belly. Maleficent slapped it with a resounding thwack that echoed off the walls almost as hard as Regina's outcry when she slammed down on the cock again.

"More, more!" Regina begged, heaving up and down on the dildo until it birthed an unearthly scream in her, one too powerful for her to remain upright afterwards. She collapsed off of Maleficent, down to the floor, panting and sweating with her reddened ass in the air, her dress around her waist, the Queens of Darkness laughing, caressing Emma, forcing her to watch.

Regina got up again, ripping her dress off, leaving herself bare except for a bra that she lost to Maleficent's quirked eyebrow. She gave the dragon lady a quick, powerful kiss. "Thanks, Mal. I needed that. It was wonderful," she droned as she turned to take in Emma, splayed before her.

That golden hair on her cunt looked even darker, wetter. 

"Let me show you how wonderful," she continued, approaching Emma. 

As Emma had observed before, Regina's figure was insane—legs long and slender, liquid flesh pouring into the most seductive curves from her hourglass waist to the proud thrust of her breasts. Even her sensuous lips were the perfect shade of red. They framed her white teeth in a vibrant smile as she ran her hands over her own sweat-glistened body, enjoying how keyed up it was—the body of an animal on the hunt.

Regina walked by her nude body, running her hand from Emma's inner thigh to her waist, up her flat belly, between her breasts. Emma struggled, not sure which pissed her off more, being touched in front of these people or not being touched where it would've felt so good...

"Show her, Regina," Maleficent said, slowly running a hand along her wet strap-on as she surveyed the prisoner, the captor. "Show her what a bad girl you are."

Regina put one foot on the other side of Emma's position, standing directly over her. Emma could see her wet cunt only inches above her face, smell the strong scent of a woman who'd just been fucked. Smiling devilously, Regina touched herself, gasping at that single finger in her overstimulated folds, slowly pulling it out, moaning all the way. Then she ran her wet finger down Emma's nose, over her lips, the smell so vibrant Emma could just about taste her. 

"You've been in prison, Emma," Regina said, softly threatening. "So I'm sure this is nothing new. Hopefully, you learned a thing or two. Because if you don't give me head so good I think I'm watching Orange Is The New Black, Cruella here gets to put out that hipster cigarette of hers on your tits." 

"Fuck you!" Emma barked.

"Oh no, no—" Regina grabbed Emma by the hair, forcing her head to stay right where it was. "Fuck you."

She pushed her finger at Emma's lips, but the blonde clenched her teeth and shook her head as best she could. 

"Oh please," Ursula said, leaning over her. "I think we all know who should be in charge of scaring the white girls." And quick as a flash, her hand was wrapped around Emma's throat. "Listen up, blondie. Mommy and Daddy can't help you now. And we don't think you're a princess."

"Oh no," Maleficent shook her head, joining the others in a shark's circle around Emma. "We all know you're a little whore. That's why you loved watching Regina so much."

"Good taste, dear," Cruella added. "I'll never understand why this town is so hung up on that little werewolf when our Reggie here keeps dressing like a high-priced escort."

Regina shot her a look.

"What?" Cruella asked. "I said high-priced. I would certainly pay top dollar for you."

"Point is," Maleficent continued, "it's time for you to act like the bad girl we all know you are. Because if you don't, if you don't eat that pussy like it's the sweetest little thing you ever did taste," Maleficent batted her eyelashes to go with her mocking country twang, "then Ursula here is gonna show you what those suckers on her tentacles can do to a nice, sensitive set of tits like yours."

"It can be rather thrilling," Cruella said, pinching Emma's nipple. "But I imagine that'd be lost on 'Snow White Jr.'"

"And if she starts," Regina finished, "then she won't stop until I come. So open your fucking mouth and show us what you're good for!"

"Or maybe," Maleficent said, "she just needs a little foreplay..."

Regina held Emma for her as Maleficent came down, slowly, her soft, rich lips giving Emma ample time to turn away—if she could've. Finally, she made contact with Emma's quivering mouth. Murmuring with pleasure, Emma found herself allowing Maleficent's tongue in, touching her own, seeming to infect it with sick pleasures. When Maleficent pulled away, Emma heaved against her bonds in anger and frustration.

"There now," Maleficent cooed lovingly. "That wasn't so bad. And I certainly don't taste as good as your Mayor here."

"Do your civic duty," Cruella quipped. "Support your local cunt."

Emma stared up at Regina, suddenly seeming to notice how beautiful Regina's sex looked—how appetizing. Then she wrenched her head away, even breaking Regina's grip, daming her eyes shut and swearing vigorously. "Fuck you! Help! Somebody help me! Aaaaghhhh!"

She sputtered as Ursula's tentacles, moist and cool, crept over her chest. They circled her tits, tightened, the feeling somehow—intoxicating.

"Stop it, stop it," Emma moaned, but her thighs were rubbing together, her lips pressing into a thin line of lust.

"You look so sexy when you play with your food," Cruella said. She knelt at Ursula's feet, peeling Ursula's pants down, taking one last drag at her cigarette before she moved her wicked tongue between Ursula's legs. Emma felt her tentacles tighten in response. 

"You like kink?" Emma screeched at her. "I'm gonna shove my fist up your ass when I get out of here! I'll make you sorry you—" She broke off. Above her, Regina's legs were wide, her sex slick. She was touching herself as she looked down at Emma, at Ursula, at Cruella, and it looked so damn hot—the heave of her breasts, the fresh sweat pouring over her perfect body. Emma couldn't help but be turned on, a body like that so close to her, burning like a furnace with its own arousal.

Her nipples stood out from her breasts, drawing Ursula's tentacles, the tips of them with a touch like ice cubes, bringing a hateful surge of lust. Ursula did it again and again, but only sparingly. Teasing Emma with perfect accuracy.

"Oh yes," Ursula moaned, holding Cruella's two-tone hair inside her thighs. "I know you bitches. I know you good..."

"How about you share the wealth?" Maleficent asked, and soon another tentacle was spiraling up her leg, creeping into her fly, jostling her strap-on aside— "Ohhhhh!"

Maleficent squatted on it. She was on one side of Emma, Ursula and Cruella were on the other, Regina still straddling her, the high priestess of this sacrifice, ready to display Emma's heart to her faithful acolytes. 

"Look at it," Maleficent demanded, now slapping Emma whenever she looked away from Regina's wet cunt. "Look at it, look at it! A little bitch like you should feel honored, getting to see something like that! You should thank every God you can pray to that you're allowed to even kiss Regina's high heels, much less a cunt like hers!"

Emma looked up at it, just to stop her cheeks from stinging a moment, and as they throbbed with Maleficent's blows, she remembered soft kisses, the feel of another woman's lips on hers—the slick flesh of her own pussy as she touched herself, the softness of the downy hair that surrounded it. She watched Regina's lips part in an avid moan and imagined being the one who was making her feel that way.

With Emma watching, Maleficent reached up and played her fingers over Regina's clit, making her legs stretch out with the feeling like a ballerina en pointe. "She's nice and hot for you," Maleficent said. "You better get busy before she comes. Otherwise it'll take twice as long. There's no telling where Ursula's naughty little feelers will get..."

"She'd probably get off on that," Regina said sharply, resting a hand on Maleficent's shoulder to support herself. "She's certainly enjoying everything else!"

Moaning, weeping, Emma heaved up to lick Regina's cunt.

She almost hated how good it tasted.

"Just in time!" Regina smiled. She spread her thighs wider, lowering herself to Emma's face, Emma's obedient mouth. "Probably trying to get me off before we make her come. She'd hate to admit how much she loves it..."

Emma muttered denials into Regina's hot cunt, Regina's taste flowing into her, marking her face.

"Your mouth is mine now," Regina moaned. "It does what I say it does. It holds what I say it holds. And right now, I want my clit in your mouth!"

Emma obeyed, body burning as she gave in, licking over the hot flesh until she found the hardness of Regina's bud, then sucking it into her mouth, tasting it in all its glory. This was what Regina tasted like. She would never forget it. She didn't think she would ever get the taste, get Regina, out of her mouth.

Regina rammed herself against Emma's face, enjoying Emma's desperate attempts to please, to keep Regina's clit between her lips. "Oh, she likes it! She's finally admitting how much she likes it! Tighter, Ursula! Let's get our money's worth out of this little whore!"

Ursula's tentacles worked their terrible magic again, tightening but not hurting, the agony softening into a blistering warmth, a warmth that broke in waves from her throbbing nipples, down to her cunt, down to where Maleficent was now. Her strap-on settling between Emma's wide-open thighs...

"Are you going to enjoy that?" Regina demanded, fingers jerking on Emma's hair, forcing their eyes to meet. "Are you!?"

Emma nodded desperately, sucking Regina into her mouth because she needed the taste of her so much, working her tongue over her clit, feeling Regina's thrusts and hearing her moans as her passion surged.

"Use your teeth!" Regina ordered. "Bite my clit, chew it! I know you love a little pain, so you know just what I'll like!"

Emma obeyed, out of all control but Regina's, Maleficent thrusting into her, Ursula groping her tits, everything hurting and burning and feeling so good, all of it driving her to a climax. She bit down on Regina's clit.

"Harder!" Regina screamed, and Emma's teeth tightened, gnashed until Regina leaned back, laying across Emma's supine body into Maleficent's arms. The dragon wrapped a possessive arm around her waist as she fucked Emma's cunt.

"Yessssss," Regina drawled, finally relaxed, satisfied. "Bite it. Suck it. Be mine."

Emma's hips jerked and spasmed around Maleficent's cock, her breasts bounded inside Ursula's tentacles, her teeth tore at Regina until Emma was sure the Mayor would pull away from the pain, but Regina just forced herself against Emma's mouth all the harder. 

"You're a whore," Regina sighed, her voice serene, peaceful, amused. "You're my little blonde whore."

She came, still against Emma's face, clenching sex held against Emma's lips in a long kiss. Emma could see her bloom, smell her, and Maleficent could sense it too. 

"Cruella," she said curtly before inhaling Regina's climax in a lingering kiss. 

Cruella came up from under Ursula. She held an agitation whip. The kind you used to train dogs.

Ursula's tentacles held Emma's breasts up as the whip came down on them, lashing at the exact top of her helpless orgasm. It was like Emma was linked to Regina, being ridden by her, and as Regina came, she did the same out of sheer obedience.

Each whip stroke cut precisely across Emma's nipples, making her depraved surrender higher, deeper, more powerful. She lost consciousness, aware only of Maleficent still thrusting into her, still sharing a kiss with Regina Mills...

***

"Wipe her memory," Maleficent said, undressing afterward. Cruella and Ursula were already naked, taking up the prime real estate of the bed. It was Ursula's turn to go down on Cruella, who enjoyed a cigarette both coital and post-coital. "Then dump her back in her bed. Let her wonder why she can't sit right."

Regina laid back, fingers caressing and comforting her abused sex, moaning as the orgasm faded, her body settling back to a level of pleasure that wouldn't kill her. "Anymore tests you'd like me to pass?" she asked. "Or are you convinced I'm a bad girl?"

"Oh, Emma's a bad girl," Maleficent told her, already headed off to join Cruella and Ursula. "You're a Queen of Darkness."

"And a bitch," Cruella added. "But that goes without saying."

"Hurry back," Ursula told her. "My poor tentacles get cold if I don't have somewhere warm to put them."

"And Regina," Maleficent put in as she lolled down onto the bed. "Don't forget to pay the girl. A twenty ought to do it."

***

"You think they bought it?" Emma asked. Now that she was driving them back, Regina was all over her, checking to make sure her bruises were only superficial, rubbing her leg, lavishing on affection that Emma insisted she didn't need. Even as the tears were streaming silently out her eyes.

"Yes, they fucking bought it, we just gang-banged you. Of course they bought it." Regina shook her head. "I never should've agreed to this. Going undercover—we should've just gone on the offensive."

"Two against three? Not great odds. Even if I do have a pretty good track record against dragons," Emma bragged, then winched as Regina found a purpling bruise. With an oath, Regina started healing it.

Her light magic worked pretty well for someone who complained of a dark heart. 

"I thought it would just be us," Regina said apologetically. "That they'd just watch. I had no idea..."

"Hey, I knew what I was getting into," Emma told her firmly, wiping her cheeks. One shit thing about crisis mode—no time to enjoy Regina fawning over her. In other circumstances, she might like pulling over and resting her head in Regina's lap for a couple hours. "The hardest part was seeing you with Maleficent. And I don't see you complaining."

"I don't love her."

"Not what I meant, Madame Mayor. It's just—you know—life. The job. Whatever." Emma managed a grin. "You're really into that sort of thing?"

Somehow, Regina grinned back. "It has its moments. But I love you. Not 'that sort of thing'."

"Yeah. I was just thinking... you're supposedly MiBing me, right?"

"I can do that for real," Regina offered. "Erase your memory if you'd rather not—"

"Don't be ridiculous. How many times can you do that to a person?"

"As many times as necessary. Everyone in this town had their memory wiped at the end of the day for about thirty years. It didn't give them any brain damage. Well... no more than usual."

"So... in theory... you and the Queens of Darkness could decide to do that again? If you were to insist on it, maybe?"

"Emma—"

"What? Don't think 'Snow White Jr.' can get off on that?"

"No. Just that you should work on your acting. 'I won't do it, I won't, I won't!'"

"You should probably come up with some better dirty talk than calling me a whore all the time. You sound like a serial killer."

"I wasn't aware this was a critique."

"And tell Cruella to get involved sooner. That whip felt amazing. What was that?"

"Agitation whip. Used to train... female dogs."




Once Upon A Time: Bad Girl



Emma gave Regina a look. 

"Anything else?" Regina asked innocently.

"How do Ursula's tentacles feel? You know... down under?"

"In Australia? The same as they'd feel anywhere, I suppose."

"Har de har... Where's my twenty bucks?"



Once Upon a Time: Dark Punishment



Gold left the town hall and went directly to the sheriff's station. Regina was as everyone had left her, pacing in one of the cells. She was for now the town's prisoner, but he was hoping she'd soon be just his. 

"Well, here you are." He smiled as he found the key to her cell on the desk. "How have things worked out for you?" Regina simply glared at him. 

"What do you want?" 

"Now is that any way to treat a person who has come here with an arrangement to offer you?" 

Regina did not look impressed. She folded her arms under her breasts and continued to glare at him. 

"The last arrangement I had with you got me in to this mess." 

"And I can get you out of it." Gold leaned against the bars and smiled. "Don't you have even the faintest interest in hearing?" 

"Not really." 

"Well, I'll tell you anyway." He held up the key and smiled. "Now, as you know, this town is out for your blood. They'd be perfectly happy to hang you from the nearest tree. But, in a moment of clarity, they've consented with me." 

"What does that even mean?" 

"It means that the town will trust me to handle an appropriate punishment for you." At that, Regina laughed. 

"The town is trusting you? That's a bit like the fox guarding the hen house, isn't it?" Gold shrugged, extending his palms. 

"You know how persuasive I can be, and they've agreed. One month, with whatever punishment I deem fit, and you're free to do as you want in this town afterwards. Well, within reason of course." 

"And just what type of punishment can you give me?" Regina smirked. "There's nothing you can do that will change me." 

"Oh, I'm not trying to change you. I simply want to punish you." Regina saw Gold's devilish grin. "What do you say, deary? Care to experiment?" 

Her curiosity was getting the best of her. She had to at least ask. 

"All right," she smiled, "what type of punishment do you have in mind?" 

That enticed him. Gold's piercing eyes burned into her. Regina was almost sorry she'd asked. 

"For one month, you'll submit to me." 

"Submit? As in sexually? Not hardly." Regina turned away from him. Behind her, Gold shook his head. 

"Don't dismiss it so soon. This town wants your head. And they'll take it if I don't help you. One month. You do exactly as I say, and everything I want. I promise to make it feel good for you, but only if you follow the rules." 

Regina was silent. She had no magic, and she knew it was dangerous for her in town. Henry was angry, the town hated her, she had no friends. What if making another deal with Gold was the way to at least buy herself some time to make a plan? 

"And after one month, we'll be done? You won't request this again?" 

"After one month, we'll be done. No strings attached. Thirty days and then you're free to return to your life." 

"What about Belle?" 

"Belle will have no part in this. This will be only between us. I will share you with no one. What do you think, your Majesty? Interested?" 

"What exactly will this entail?" Regina hated that she was curious, but she was suspicious as well. 

"Glad you asked." Gold put the key in the cell's lock, but didn't turn it. "Given that this is to be a punishment, you'll need to be punished. Therefore, at sometimes, you will be my prisoner. That may mean being simply chained for a period of time. I will spank you-daily-for punishment. And they will feel like a punishment. I will fuck you in any way or fashion I chose. I will use your ass, and your mouth, at my discretion. We will use toys, and I will use them on you how I want. Sound reasonable?" 

"No!" Regina snapped angrily. "I have no interest in letting you tie me up and do whatever perverted thoughts are going through your filthy mind." 

Gold removed the key from the lock and shrugged. 

"All right, your Majesty. In that case, best of luck to you. It would have been an easy, and fun, arrangement." 

He started to leave the room. Regina wanted him, and then sighed. 

"Gold, wait." He stopped, but didn't turn. "And the town will leave me alone during this month? And after?" 

He smiled as he turned. 

"Yes. The town may not like you afterwards, but they won't bother you. One month with me, and any punishment anyone else may have wanted to enact will be void." 

"And you'll tell no one what we're doing?" 

"I have as little interest in the town knowing my sex life as you do." 

Regina took a deep breath. She didn't have an interest in having sex with Gold, but she wanted the town off her back. And maybe, it would be fun. 

"All right." 

"All right? Is that a yes?" Gold took a step towards the cell again. Regina ran her tongue over her lips. 

"Yes. I'll do it." 

A slow smirk spread over his face. Regina instantly regretted her decision. 

"Excellent." Gold walked over to the desk and opened a drawer. Reaching in, he withdrew a pair of handcuffs. "Might as well get started." 

"Here?!" Regina exclaimed. "We can't-." 

"No one will bother us." Gold assured her as he unlocked the cell door. "I told them all to stay away until they see me leave. I don't want to be bothered right now either. Now, undress." 

Regina hesitated as Gold pulled the door open. He raised his eyebrows at her. 

"I'm quite serious, your Majesty. Undress. If you don't comply with me, I'll make the punishments much worse. If you cooperate, we can have a lot of fun." Regina paused for another second before shrugging off her blazer. She laid it neatly aside on the bunk. Gold smiled as he stepped back, waiting. Regina unbuttoned her vest, and then her shirt. She kicked off her heels as she laid both garments on top of her blazer. 

"Wait." Gold held up his hand. She stood before him, dressed in slacks, bra and underwear. 

She held her breath as he approached her. Gold circled her, studying her. His fingers brushed against her stomach. 

"What kind of underwear are you wearing?" 

"Black ones." Regina answered immediately. 

"Thong?" 

"No." 

"Do you own thongs?" 

"Yes." 

"For the next month, only wear those." She felt his hand stroke her ass through her slacks. "They'll be much easier to keep toys in." 

Regina shuddered at his words, but she realized it wasn't in a bad way. Gold lightly slapped her ass. 

"Finish undressing. Take everything off." 

She did as she was told. She removed her slacks, her bra, and finally her underwear. Gold studied her intently. Picking up her clothes, he moved them to the desk outside of the cell. Regina didn't know how she felt about her coverings being so far away. 

"You know," he stroked the side of her breast as he returned, "my interest in you hasn't been as nonexistent as I've implied. I've always wanted to fuck you...and now I'm going to." 

"Here?" Regina breathed, remembering this man as her tutor. They'd fully evolved into a naughty teacher/student fantasy. She wondered if he'd thought of this all along.

"No. But we're going to play a bit. Lay down, put your hands over your head." 

She lay down on the bunk. As she put her hands over her head, she felt Gold click the hard steel around one wrist. He linked the chain around the bunk's leg and then connected it to her other wrist. 

"Pull your legs up. Feet against your ass and spread open. That's it." He sat down on the bunk beside her. His hands began to knead her breasts, squeezing and cupping the twin mounds. "Mm, nice and firm. Just as good as they look." He pinched each nipple gently. "And these. These are perfect. They'll hold clamps just fine. We'll use clamps. Both nipple and clitoris." Regina licked her lips nervously. She'd never done that. 

He let go of her breasts. His left hand moved down between her legs. As his fingers brushed her sex, he smiled. 

"Well, well. What have we here? You're wet, your Majesty. Enjoying having someone touch you?" 

"Yes." Regina admitted. Gold smirked as he pushed two fingers into her. 

"Ohh, and so tight." Regina bit her lip to keep from crying out as his fingers pumped inside of her. "Does that feel good?" Regina didn't answer, but her hips moved with his fingers. He slapped the outside of her thigh with his other hand. "Answer me." 

"Yes." Regina hated her body for responding to his touch. Gold was driving her crazy. 

"Good. Then I think we'll do fine together. Now, let's see how your clit responds." 

He leaned down and flicked his tongue over her clit. Regina moaned. Gold smirked as he sucked her clit into his mouth. His fingers pumped harder into her as his tongue kept up on her clit. Regina felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. She whimpered as the pleasure grew and grew. Finally, he body exploded around him. She screamed, her hips arching into his mouth. 

"Well, that was exactly how it was supposed to be." Gold sat up and wiped his mouth. "Let's check your ass." 

Regina squirmed uncomfortably. It had been awhile since anything had been put into her ass. 

"Don't worry." Gold told her as he spread open her ass cheeks. "I'm going to be gentle. I'm not just going to just shove anything in there." 

There wasn't much Regina could do in her current position, so she simply braced herself. Gold pressed the pad of his thumb against her hole. He pushed just the tip of his thumb into her, felt her muscles constrict around him. 

"We'll have to work on this." He told her. "We'll have to keep you from tightening up on me. But I have toys for that. Don't worry. The only thing I plan to make hurt will be your spankings. Anal may be a bit uncomfortable, but it will feel good eventually." 

He removed his fingers from her and unlocked one cuff on her wrist so she could sit up. He instructed her to keep her hands behind her back before recuffing her. 

"Ok. Let's see how good you are with other actions." Gold got to his feet in front of her, leaving her sitting on the bed. He reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his thick cock out. "Suck." He held his throbbing erection to her mouth. 

Regina opened her mouth and drew him in. She closed her eyes, sucking his cock hard into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head. Her teeth nipped gently at the tip and Gold made a faint gasping sound. 

"You're very good at this, your Majesty." He tangled his hands into her hair, pulling her closer to him. He was close. Her mouth and tongue felt so good. He was going to enjoy the next month. 

His body tensed, and he came deep in her mouth. Groaning, he loosened his grip on her hair. 

"Well done, Majesty." He righted his pants before taking her arms and pulling her up. Turning her around, he unlocked the cuffs. After he'd removed them, he slipped them into his pocket. He'd want them for later. Quickly, he gathered her clothes and handed them to her. "Go home. Be at my shop at 8AM. I need to prepare you before you start your day." 

Regina scoffed as she pulled on her underwear. 

"You think this town will want me to be mayor?" 

"Oh, I've insisted on it. Just because I need your office for fun." He smiled as he watched her dress. 

When she was finished, he led her out of the cell. She made a move for the door, but he caught her arm. 

"Just a couple of questions, your Majesty." Regina sighed. She was tired, and confused, and just wanted to go home and open a bottle of wine and think about why Gold had turned her on so much. 

"What?" 

"Are you on the pill?" Regina was a bit taken back by the question, but nodded. 

"Yes." 

"Good. See to it that you don't miss any. I won't want to use any other form of protection." Regina nodded. "What about sex toys? Do you own any?" 

"Yes." 

"What?" 

"Two vibrators...different sizes." She blushed a bit at the revelation. 

"All right then. We'll use those when we play at your house." Regina was hesitant about that. 

"Henry-." 

"Never when Henry's there." He didn't say it, but they were both thinking it: if Henry even wanted to come there. "I won't expose my grandson to my tastes. And he doesn't need to know how his mother is being punished." 

"All right." It was fair. Regina didn't want Henry exposed to this in any way. 

"Well then," Gold straightened his jacket, assuring that all buttons were secure and that he looked as proper as he could, "I will see you at 8AM tomorrow." 

"I'll...be there." There wasn't much else Regina could say. She walked out of the station, Gold following her. She didn't want to admit how turned on she was at the idea of what he might actually have in store for her.



Once Upon a Time: Golden Locks



Readers: This is just a short fantasy fable in which I present a revised version of a classic fairytale. I wrote this tale in response to a question I asked myself. Whatever happened after the girl with golden locks got away from the three bears and grew up? This is my answer. 

Once upon a time and long ago

A woodcutter and hunter was I, living alone in the deep, dark woods. I preferred my life of solitude and uninterrupted peaceful contentment. I had no interest in being in the company of people. 

My self-imposed exile came about all because of a goddamn cock-teasing woman! She'd teased and flirted with me until my cock was swollen with eager, cunt-hungry anticipation. I had every intention of getting me some sweet feminine pussy! I had hopes of getting it soon. 

Yet, the cold-hearted bitch had told me to wait 'just a little while longer'. Then I could have what I wanted. So, I waited. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Hell, I was eaten up with unrequited lust! 

I was going crazy waiting for this woman's pussy! Jerking-off didn't help because it just wasn't the same as a comfortable, cozy cunt. Why, there's nothing in this whole wide world as good and sweet as a warm, wet pussy!

Finally, my lady had told me she was ready for a cock to entertain her cunt. I was thrilled beyond belief! Yet, my elation soon turned to bitter rage and anger. Mine was not the cock she gave in to. I found her fucking another man! 

I should have killed them both! Yes, I should have beaten the shit out of both the bastard and the bitch! Yet, dejected and humiliated, I didn't do either. Instead, I fled to my boyhood woodlands home.

Peaceful contentment was now my sole companion. I never wanted to see another female being in my lifetime! Hell, the back-stabbing bitches could all burn in the fires of Hades as far as I was concerned!

Months passed and I found comfort in a lonely hermit's life. I stayed close to the peaceful solace of hearth and home. That's where I was now stirring the embers in the fireplace of my cozy, one-room abode. I'd just finished a bath and had stepped out of a big, old, wooden bathtub. I was naked as the day I was born. 

A loud knock at the door startled me and interrupted my meandering musings. Now just who in the hell would be out in these deep woods knocking on the door of my small, secluded cottage? 

I jerked the heavy door open and stared in wide-eyed amazement. Why, there was a waif of a woman, several inches less than five feet tall, standing there! She was young, perhaps somewhere near 20 years in age. Her slender form was covered with a long woolen dress with a hem nearly touching the ground. 

The woman's lightly-tanned face radiated the beauty of innocence. Bright blue eyes shimmered with a luminescent glow. Golden hair, sparkling brilliantly as the noonday sun, covered her head with an abundance of curly, blonde ringlets. 

As I stared, the young lady with the golden locks was speaking, "Hello Sir. I'm lost in the woods and the smoke from your chimney guided me here. May I come in to your home? I'm cold and frightened."

Unconsciously, I stepped aside and allowed the woman to enter. She walked straight to the fireplace and began warming her hands. Closing the door behind her, I followed. 

As I neared, the woman turned to face me. I noticed that her sparkling eyes were staring at me intently. Yet, she wasn't demurely gazing at the floor and she wasn't looking at my face or at my shoulders either. Instead, her eyes were fixated on the manhood hanging between my legs. 

Holy mother, I was still naked! My maleness was fully exposed! I began wondering what in the world the young lady might be thinking inside her pretty, little head. I didn't have to wonder long.

The woman with the golden locks spoke again, "Sir, that's a really nice 'man-thing' you've have there between your legs. It's not too big. It's not too small. Why Sir, it's just right! May I touch it?"

No words would come from my startled mind. Busy bees were buzzing in my head and I was on the verge of teetering dizzily. I didn't speak, but my head nodded in a gesture which said, "Yes." 

The woman, the wondrously curious little woods sprite, reached to touch my cock. The half-limp, drooping shaft began to harden in her hands. As she touched and played with the meaty pole, it stiffened into a fully erect, muscular timber. 

The woman smiled and spoke again, "Yes Sir, this is a really nice thing you have. It's not too soft. It's not too hard. Why Sir, it's just right! May I kiss it?"

Again, I did not speak. I stared into her inquisitive, blue eyes. Once more, my befuddled head nodded in an up and down motion which again indicated, "Yes." 

The blue-eyed blonde nymph knelt on the floor between my legs. With my cock still in her hands, her lips, her sweet soft lips, gently caressed my flesh. She kissed the throbbing shaft up and down its entire length. 

A long, fire-tipped tongue darted from her mouth and touched my cock skin with moisturized flames. She began licking. She licked and kissed up and down and around and around my pulsating meat. 

The golden-haired woman stopped for a second, looked at mystified face, and said, "Oh Sir, it tastes good! It's not too tart. It's not too sweet. Why Sir, it's just right! May I suck it?"

Shaking my head vigorously to rid it of bewildering bees, I finally found my voice. Stern, heat-inflamed words spilled from my mouth, "Hell yes, you can suck it! Goddamnit woman, you can do whatever you want to do with it!"

The curly-headed minx had said she wanted to suck it, so that's what she did. Her tight, little mouth closed over my cock head. She licked and sucked energetically. Her saliva glands opened to release oral moisture. The shaft in her mouth became slippery wet and slid in deeper. 

The lascivious little lady went wild. She kissed, licked, and sucked my blood-engorged meat wantonly. Her head bobbed up and down on the shaft enthusiastically. Several times the slippery rod popped out of her mouth. Each time it popped out, she grabbed it and plopped it right back in. 

This young woman with curly golden locks was giving me the best cock sucking I'd ever had in all the 30 years of my life! And, it was certainly the first blowjob I'd had in a long, long time! I knew I wouldn't be able to hold onto my cock juices for long. Why, it seemed like I'd been sexually starved for eternity! 

As the cock-crazed lady kissed, licked, and sucked even more feverishly, I knew I was going to cum soon. I knew too that I ought to pull my smoldering shaft out of the elfin, young mouth before I did. But, I didn't pull out. No, I didn't even try. I let Mother Nature and this impish feminine urchin do whatever they must do. 

I began cumming in the petite woman's tight, little mouth! I grunted as orgasms overpowered my senses. My swollen manhood released its boiling, pressurized seminal cream! Tremendous, mind-shaking, cock-quaking thrills raced throughout my body! 

The woman was almost gagging, but she didn't stop sucking. She was swallowing the thick cream as quickly as she could. Still, her mouth filled and was overflowing with sticky cock juice. 

As my manhood emptied itself of orgasm juice, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever stop cumming. This little lady was unquestionably the finest cocksucker I'd ever met!

Finally, the woman stopped sucking and I began to slowly come down from the orgasmic cloud I'd been floating upon. I looked into her eyes and studied her angelic, cherub facial features. Her mouth and face were a sticky, milky mess. So was my cock. 

I knelt down on the floor in front of the enchanting feminine creature. She came into my outstretched arms with an ardent eagerness. Her arms flew around my neck and her words whispered, "Sir, your man-milk tastes good! It's not too hot. It's not too cool. Why Sir, it's just right!"

I knew my heart was completely enraptured by this lost waif who'd found her way to my woodlands home. Presumptively, I supposed to myself that I had her unspoken permission to kiss her. So, kiss her, I did. Her sex wet lips molded to mine. I kissed her time and time again. She kissed me, too. Her passion took my breath way.

Pulling away to catch my breath, I used my fingers to feel of the tubful of bathwater I'd been using. The water was now lukewarm, so my hand reached for a steaming kettle simmering in the coals in the fireplace. I filled the tub with enough hot water to make a comfortable bath.

Without asking permission, I stripped the seductively alluring woman naked. I stepped into the big tub and pulled the nude, hypnotically captivating, young wench in with me. We washed each other while we kissed, tickled, and teased. We frolicked and played merrily. 

We two gloried in our shared nudity. Neither of us felt any bashful shame. We dried each other off in front of the fire. I carried her a few steps and sat her on the edge of my bed. I knelt between her legs and studied her young, feminine body. 

This young lady with golden locks was small. My first estimate was correct, she lacked several inches being five feet tall. I'd guess her weight to be no more than ninety pounds. Yet, this was the sexiest ninety pounds of feminine nudity my eyes had seen in ages!  

Despite her diminutive stature, the woman had nicely-shaped breasts. They weren't very big; no they were not very big at all. Yet, they were nubile, little mounds which were fully blossomed with maturity. They were certainly big enough to play with, so play with them, I did. 

My eyes played first making an intense visual inspection. My hands began a manhandling manual massage. My mouth begged to join in on this mission to explore the magnificent mammary mounds. I gave in to seductive temptation and kissed the young breasts. My roaming lips found budding nipples which ripened to erection as I kissed and suckled them. 

I was having a good time playing with these titillating tits. My greedy mouth, lips, and tongue kissed, licked, and sucked hungrily. I knew the golden-haired woman was having a good time, too. With a smile enlivening her face, she was softly sighing. 

The woman unexpectedly fell back onto the bed and a nipple pulled out of my suckling mouth with an audible 'pop'. At first, I was disappointed at having lost these deliciously delectable little fruits. But, my eyes then found something even more tantalizingly mesmerizing. The woman's pretty pussy was just inches from my face! 

Small, yes my lady certainly was. Her body was young and petite. Yet, the protruding mound between her legs provided ample evidence of her feminine gender! Puberty had visited this woman's loins so her pubic mound was covered with a thin patch of curly blonde hair. These golden pubic locks did little to obstruct my view of her fresh, young pussy flesh! 

I saw no sign of a clit but made an assumption it was probably hidden inside the puffy outer pussy folds. These folds were separated down the middle with a deep, seductive slit. I knew hidden feminine treasures would be found if I spread the outer folds and opened the slit.

My hands reached out and gently caressed the woman's pussy mound. Warm, tender flesh greeted my fingers. I squeezed and massaged the pretty, little mound. I knew the firm puffiness was an undeniable indication of her fully grown femininity. Long gone were all remnants of baby fat. 

Thanks to this wandering waif, I had a wondrous pussy to glory in! Just as it had with the woman's breasts, my mouth begged to join my hands in their journey toward discovering the carnal joys of pubescent flesh. And again, I gave in to undeniable temptation. 

I kissed this woman's pretty pussy. I kissed it again and again. The mounded flesh was swollen with the pulsating warmth of racing blood. My lips and tongue kissed and licked with feverish delight. 

Finally, curiosity propelled me to spread the woman's pussy lips open. I needed to prove my assumption about the treasures hidden within. Without any trouble at all, I found what I sought! I discovered the clitoral jewel encased inside a velvety vaginal vault! 

As clits go, this woman's was small indeed. Yet, with the benefit of puberty's maturity, her clitoris had grown into a nicely sized protrusion of erotic feminine flesh. Her clit was seductively enticing! So alluring was it, I just had to touch and taste it!

My moisturized tongue flicked and licked the tasty little treat. Sweet honey couldn't have tasted any better! Oh, I loved this sugary delicacy, I most assuredly did! I continued kissing, flicking, and licking it with unrestrained lust and gleeful joy. My tongue tickled and teased the tiny flowering bud as the woman wiggled and whimpered on the bed. 

There was one other feminine treasure I sought and my mouth finally found it. I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and entered a vaginal opening. I was fully expecting to find a broken virginal membrane here. After the fine cock sucking this young lady had given me, I assumed I had no innocent 'virgin' on my bed. Yet, to my surprise and elation, my deep-probing tongue discovered a hymen that was still intact!   

A naked, untouched virgin was lying on my bed! My mouth was enjoying the sweetness of her vaginal flesh! The young lady's body might have the maturity of age, but her pussy didn't really have an abundance of vaginal moisture. I licked and lapped at what slippery feminine juice I could get.

My mind was telling me the woman's pussy probably didn't have enough vaginal wetness for a cock to make pussy penetration. Hell, I had no intention of fucking the little lady anyway! She was too damn innocent to be deflowered by a horny woodlands hermit! Why, I couldn't ask her to give up her virginal virtuousness!

On this subject of virginal sacrifice, I found out the young woman and I had quite a big difference of opinion. I thought she was much too innocent for carnal intercourse. She thought she was not. 

To prove her point, she sat up in bed and leaned toward my cock. I thought maybe she was going to suck me again, but that's not what she did. She released a torrent of slick saliva from her mouth and coated the head and shaft of my cock with this oral lubricant. 

The woman then leaned back and filled her vaginal opening with fingers full of the same slippery lubrication. With this task completed, she lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and whispered seductively, "Sir, can you fuck me now?"

Now, this was a hell of a question for a man to answer! Unconsciously, I recalled a lesson I'd learned in school. There was a big difference between the words 'can' and 'will'. If I applied that lesson to the woman's question, I'd have to answer 'yes'. I'd say 'yes' because I physically 'can' fuck her. I have a rigid cock shaft sticking out proudly and she has a wet pussy hole made for penile penetration! 

So, schooldays semantics aside, as far as I was concerned, the real question was, 'will' I fuck her? Will I steal the innocence of a sweet, innocent, virginal woman? 

The answer came to me in a blinding flash. Damn my wicked soul to the everlasting fires of Hades, but 'yes' I 'will' fuck her! You can bet your sweet ever-loving ass, I'll fuck her! I'd accept the gift of innocence she was freely offering to me and I'd be pretty damn quick about doing it, too!

While still on my knees between the golden-haired woman's legs, I aimed my erect manhood straight at the awaiting maidenhood. Her trembling fingers were holding her pussy lips open wide. My cock head gingerly entered the slippery vaginal opening. It hit against the unbroken maidenhead and stopped. One last time, my mind rebelled and with reluctance I asked aloud, "Lady, dare I go further?" 

Instead of answering, the woman proved she had no such hesitant reluctance. She wrapped her slender, limber legs around my ass and pulled. She released her swollen pussy lips and bucked her hips upward. Her pussy closed around my cock and sucked it into her slick vaginal void. My hardened shaft plunged deep, penetrating the virginal hymen and ripping it apart. 

The woman squealed, but she didn't scream. Instinctively, her body leapt upward again to meet the cock thrusting into her welcoming hole. She bucked and jumped up and down; up and down she bucked and jumped. I thrust and plunged in and out; in and out I thrust and plunged. I was fucking a sweet, young lady with golden locks and she was eagerly giving herself to me! 

I never would have guessed that warm, wet saliva would have made such a superb vaginal and cock lubricant! Yet, here it was doing its job magnificently well! My slippery wet meat was sliding effortlessly into the woman's slicky wet heated oven. 

This little lady didn't know it, but the frictional fire of her hot, tight vaginal hole was cooking up a steaming pot of seminal stew. This creamy concoction was just about ready to be served. 

My engorged cock began serving the dish. It was piping hot! I was cumming! A heaping helping of thick, warm cream was served as a complimentary side dish atop the chunk of meaty cock inside the woman's pussy! 

The inexperienced, virginal woman's pussy reacted as if it had never been served such delectable cuisine before. Her pussy convulsed and hungrily sucked in every morsel of meat and cream. Orgasmic spasms caused her vaginal muscles to squeeze, tug, and beg for more. This little lady with golden locks was cumming, too! 

Our rhythmic carnal conjoining continued with no end in sight. Together we whimpered and cried as orgasms locked our loins in lustful delight. Our hearts and bodies visited an enchanted netherworld where the euphoric twins called 'lust' and 'love' are conceived, born, and raised.  

Time came and brought the two of us back to this earthly realm. Exhausted from blissful exertion, we fell onto the bed. After a while, we caught our breath, went back to the tub, and washed the sticky sex mess from our bodies. We then climbed back into bed and snuggled under the covers. 

The nude little lady cuddled against my naked body and quickly fell asleep. Yet, before she drifted into deepened slumber, she softly whispered, "Thank you, Sir. I'm glad my 'first time' could be with a nice man like you. You're not too young. You're not too old. Why Sir, you're just right!" 

I watched the young woman with the golden locks of hair as she slept peacefully beside me. After a while, I awakened her and we again joined our loins in carnal intercourse. This time, we 'made love' more slowly and with the deliberate intent of satisfying the passionate needs of each others hearts and bodies. We touched, caressed, and kissed. I kissed and massaged every part of her nubile, nude body. She kissed and massaged every part of mine.

And once more, our saliva lubricated loins joined together in a quest for orgasmic fulfillment. My cock slipped in and out of her sweet little pussy again and again. We both began cumming and totally surrendered to the orgasms bringing us together in an obsessive bond of lust and love. 

With the darkness of nighttime falling, I walked the lady home through the deep woods she'd become lost in. I left her within sight of the fields and pastures surrounding her house. Her goodbye kisses were passionate and full of unspoken promises. She made me pledge to come back often and guide her back to my woodlands cottage. 

As I was walking away, I heard the young woman shout. Turning to look back over my shoulder, I heard her utter a cryptic warning which I failed to completely understand. With a worried look on her face, she implored, "Sir, be careful and watch out for those three bears!" 

When I returned to the safety of my hearth and home, my eyes looked at the rumpled covers on the bed. My mind was thinking about a soft, young woman with a head full of curly, golden locks. My voice softly whispered, "Somebody sweet has been sleeping in my bed."



Once Upon A Time I Was A COP



Several years ago I was a COP, a policeman in a city of about 250,000 in North Carolina. The DWI Checkpoints and enforcement had just started to gain popularity. One part of that program was to assign officers to work the streets on DWI Patrol, rather than checkpoints. We were assigned to different sections of the city or to watch a particular bar or nightclub. The duty hours were usually from about 8PM to 4AM. Very seldom was there any DWI activity before midnight, so the early hours of the shift were always slow. We were not allowed to answer routine calls and dispatch was not allowed to send us on calls. So it left us with a lot of free time.

As most young men would do (I was 35), my mind turned to thoughts of sex during this free time. Being a COP, it was never hard to find a willing young lady. There are always tons of COP groupies Badge Bunnies" they call themselves. Usually I ended up getting a blow job round about 9:00PM from one girl or another. There was one woman who had her own apartment and she would cook dinner for me and we would stay in bed until about 11:00PM when I would go out and hunt drunks. And all this and at time-and-a-half pay! It was great duty!

On this particular Friday night, I was assigned to work The Power Company, an alternative lifestyle nightclub. NOT the most popular assignment and the other guys always laughed about whoever got that assignment. You also knew that if you got that duty, you were not going to see your buddies until the end of the shift. Macho COPS don't hang out around the gay spots.

So, after dark, I positioned myself on a hill, in a dark parking spot, overlooking the parking lot of The Power Company. I was parked at such an angle that I could look right into the front seats of the cars in the row just beneath me. I had no idea how significant that would become since at this time, the cars were all empty. I was well hidden and the cars were all well lit by the streetlights...a perfect position to watch a potential DWI trying to leave the club.

Up until about One o'clock in the morning all I had done was watch a motionless parking lot and dream about getting a blow job from this girl I had been fucking. She was still in high school (but old enough to be legal) and quite an accomplished little whore! Her blow jobs were legendary around the department. I had talked to her earlier and she had teased me unmercifully about what she was going to do with her date tonight and what she and her sister were going to do to me the next day (when her parents were leaving town). Her sister was totally hot and sexy and always teasing me. She was about 4'10" and 98lbs...tiny waist...beautiful tight little ass, tits that were way too big for a girl her size! SO, my cock stayed hard all night! I KNEW that Saturday was going to be a sex filled day with Mitzi and Melissa. I even played with my cock as I sat in the dark, in my patrol car imagining everything that we were going to do tomorrow. As a matter of fact, my squad car was beginning to smell like a hot cock... MINE! 

I watched the parking lot at the club as more and more TS, TG, TV, CD's and gays had filled the club and the parking lot. It was quite a parade and some of the She-Male types looked sexy as hell! If I hadn't known it, I would have sworn they were real girls. I caught myself jerking my cock as my imagination slowly drifted toward the bi-sexual fantasies brought on by the entire situation. I pictured one of these ladies sucking my cock and as she finished, she kissed me and snowballed me. I was about to get into the thoughts of me returning the favor when a couple of guys came out hand-in-hand walking toward the row of cars right below me. They stood outside of the car and kissed and fondled each other for quite a while. It was actually very sexy watching them kiss passionately and play grab-ass.

I found myself glued to the scene, my cock getting harder as I watched. They finally got into the car and I thought I had a potential DWI. They sat in the car and I could see them touching each other's legs and crotches. I watched as the young driver unzipped his friends' pants and pulled out a nice sized cock. He stroked it only a couple of times before he leaned over to the passenger and took it into his mouth! I had never seen a man sucking a man before and I was really HOT watching this! My cock was as hard as a rock! His head was bouncing up and down quickly and I could almost feel it myself as he sucked his partners cock. Between head thrusts, I could see the rigid saliva covered cock of the passenger glistening in the streetlight... and strangely, it looked REALLY GOOD! The entire scene was so erotic!

Suddenly the passenger tensed and I could tell he was cumming! I could feel my own pre-cum oozing out at this point. I could not believe how much this totally homosexual activity had gotten me excited! I KNOW that I was totally straight (at least I always had been). As I watched the man cum on this young kids face, I actually tasted my own pre-cum as I wiped it from my cock. (Couldn't let it drip onto my dark blue uniform).

I thought, DAMN, that was HOT! The passenger got out and began to walk away. The driver, the young sexy guy, got out and it looked like they were arguing. I thought I might have a fight to break up. Shortly the passenger (recipient) walked away and the driver (sexy kid) looked frustrated and got back into the car. I thought he was about to leave, but to my surprise and delight, he pulled out his cock and began slowly jerking off.

Again, I had a perfect view from my high perch. He had a really nice size cock. I REALLY enjoyed watching him play with it. It was almost like I was helping him with it because I had a cock in MY hand too, my own. I matched him stroke for stroke. I was SO hoping that I would not cum before he did. I was fixated on his cock and never even noticed another guy walk up to his car. He obviously hadn't noticed either. He didn't even have the chance to put his cock back into his pants as they exchanged words and the other man got into the car with him. Very quickly, my young friend had another cock in his mouth...this one from a man who appeared straight and was probably 45+ yrs old.

He gave his new partner a masterful blow job. He older guy came pretty quickly. He also got out of the car and left very quickly. I could see this kid pounding the steering wheel in absolute frustration, his cock still poking out through the zipper and lying delectably against his tight jeans. 

I found myself feeling sorry for this kid who was so sexy and actually downright cute... he SHOULD have had a partner who would service him. He had certainly earned it. I was shocked at myself when I realized that I was actually wishing that I could help relieve his frustration. After all, I was NOT gay. How could I, of all people, be having these thoughts and feelings? 

I felt my mouth watering, literally, as I stared at this handsome cock. It must have been at least six inches long... and it wasn't even erect at this moment. My mind kept wandering away from the "real" me... my thoughts and even my actual desires were totally out of my conscious control. Was I really sitting here in a city police car, in full uniform, masturbating while looking at another man's cock? Was I honestly wishing I could suck on it like I had just seen him do to those other two men? 

I answered myself... and surprised myself when I heard my own voice saying out loud, "Hell yes! I want to suck his cock!" 

I was masturbating fiercely as I said it. It was as if I was watching a movie... like it wasn't real... but the stiff little cock my hand told me the truth: This IS real and I DO want to suck his cock! There now, at least I had admitted it to myself!

Suddenly I snapped back into reality. Where had the time gone? Where did all the cars go? OH HELL, it was nearly 2:30AM and there was only this cute kid and one other car left in the parking lot. I was, after all, on duty and I was obligated to stop SOMEBODY that night for suspicion of DWI! 

Well the other guy came out and I saw that it was the club owner, so that wasn't going to be my stop for the night. SHIT! Well, I decided that since this kid was still sitting in his car with his cock out, he MUST be drunk. And besides, maybe I could get a closer look at his cock.

I pulled behind his car so that he could not drive away. I got out and approached the drivers' door. I shone the flashlight into the car, intentionally on his cock as I said my routine, "May I see your license and registration please?" 

He said "Shit" in a half mumbled voice which did nothing to hide his continued frustration and disgust with his situation,"Yes Sir." He fumbled to get his wallet out and at the same time try to discretely tuck his cock back into his pants. 

I told him to put his hands on the wheel where I could see them. This left his cock half exposed...Perfect, I thought to myself! 

As he handed me the documents, I commanded "Step out of the car please." 

"Walk around to the back of your car please Sir." I ordered, in my polite, yet commanding voice. 

He did as he was told. It wasn't until now that I realized how absolutely beautiful this kid was. His jeans were literally painted on. his still half hard cock - half exposed. His ass was so perfect. He was slim, not skinny. His skin was smoother than any teenage girl I'd ever been with. His tan was perfect. I just wanted to touch him!

I decided that I should start the field sobriety tests before I forgot what I was there for. So far my secret desires were still secret. I needed to keep it that way! As I asked him to put his heels together, tilt his head back, spread his arms out and point his fingers... he pleaded with me; "Officer, could we please do this somewhere else? This is embarrassing with all these cars driving by and we're right here by the street... PLEASE?" 

My personal thoughts were that I would LOVE to get this kid in a more private place. I quickly snapped back into police officer mode. But then again - what would be the harm in granting his request? 

I said to him, "OK, I have your license and your wallet. Don't try to get away and we'll move to a more discrete location. I need you to drive in front of me to the next street on the left. Turn down that street and at the end of the street is the old Odd Fellows Lodge building. Pull around the back of that building and we'll continue this in private as you requested. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." was his timid response. 

I directed him to get back in his car and reminded him that I would follow him.

As we got to the location I realized that this was even more secluded than I thought. If he had a weapon, I could get shot and they wouldn't find me for days! As I ordered him out of his car again, I told him that in this location, I would have to make sure that he was not armed. 

As I told him to place his hips against the fender of the patrol car and bend at the waist with his chest on the hood and his palms up and the inevitable "Feet back and spread 'em"... I could not believe the absolute sexuality of what I had just said! I put my left hand between his shoulder blades and stepped up until my left hip was pressed against his ass and I spread his feel further apart with my left foot. It felt good touching him.

Now I had to "frisk" him. I told him not to move while I checked him for weapons. I rubbed my right hand across his back... then across the outside of his legs... His pants were so fucking tight! As I stepped back just a little, I had to squat down to reach between his legs. As I did this, I decided to let my hand slide all the way up to his crotch as I felt for a weapon in his groin area. Procedure is that you use the back of your hand to do this close, nearly invasive frisk but I made a conscious decision to use the palm and fingers so I could actually, hopefully feel and caress his cock and balls. 

This was rapidly getting personal and I was already as hard as steel! As I reached up to search around his shoulders, I placed both hands on his shoulders which pressed my stiff cock right up against his beautiful ass! I leaned in further, pressing my hard cock right between his ass cheeks. My cock is pretty tiny, so I pressed in hard to make sure he could feel it pressing against him.

I KNOW he could feel my erection! I was REALLY excited now... I was actively and intentionally crossing the line. I moved my hands down his back, across his sides and around to the front, to his abs. As I did this I had him stand so that I could reach around and frisk his front, while still standing behind him. I reached under his shirt (A legal No-No) and flicked his nipples as I did. I ran my hands around the inside of his beltline... touching his bare skin... so close... UUMMMM! THIS was getting hot...at least for me. I squatted down behind him again as I searched lower... around the front... I pressed my face against his tight butt as I groped his crotch area. BINGO! He was HARD!

As far as I was concerned, this was my green light! I was not about to stop now! As I felt his erection I said "Do you have a weapon?"

Of course he said "No Sir, I swear I don't." 

I heard myself saying out loud "I feel something hard here. This could be the barrel of a gun or something. I'll have to take it out and see just what we have here. Don't move while I check it out." 

I reached around and unbuckled his belt. I unbuttoned his jeans. I unzipped them. I was so fucking hard! I stood up and pressed my cock against his ass as I reached into his pants and felt his gorgeous cock fill my hand! I pulled it out and stroked it a few times. My head was spinning! I turned him to face me, his cock still sticking out and now brushing against my patent leather gun belt. 

I put my hands on his neck, with my thumbs across his face just like I would if I was going to passionately kiss a girl. I looked him in his eyes and said, in my police voice "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

He said "Nothing Sir, I'm too young to drink." (True, he was too young to drink, but plenty old enough to consent to sex!). 

Still looking him in the eyes I drew our faces closer together and said "Breathe out so that I can smell if you've had any alcohol." He breathed onto my face as requested and I was shocked that I could smell the "man smell" from the two cocks that I had watched him suck just a few minutes earlier. That only made me harder. I didn't think that was possible! I turned him around and pushed him against the patrol car again. I hooked my thumbs into the waist of his jeans and started pulling them down. I think I mumbled something about checking further for weapons, but I'm not sure. 

I thought that he was probably thinking..."Now I'm going to have to give one more blow job tonight without getting anything in return." 

I had other ideas. As I pulled his pants down, they lusciously peeled off like an onion skin. His shirt was completely unbuttoned. As I exposed his ass I was shocked and pleasantly surprised to see that he was completely hairless and wearing no underwear! His naked ass was as sexy as any woman's I had ever seen. As I pulled the pants down past his knees, I let my face again rub against his now bare ass. I began to lick him. There was no WAY I could stop now and we both knew it at this point. 

I grabbed his hips and spun him around so that his rigid cock slapped against my cheek! Without any thought at all, I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock! This was it! I had a cock in my mouth for the first time in my life. AND I LOVED IT!! Oh how I love it so right from the start! No revulsion at all. I WANTED this and it was awesome!

I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft. I was licking his cock from top to balls. I could not believe how much I was enjoying this! It was the most natural feeling in the world! He put his hands on the top and back of my head and began to force my head up and down at his pace and at his depth. I liked this! I wanted all of him! 

I reached down and pulled my cock out as I was sucking him. Now I was masturbating while I was sucking him. I licked his cock as I stood up and pressed our hard cocks against each other. I was even turned on by how tiny mine looked next to his. 

I looked him in the eyes again as I grabbed the back of his head, a handful of hair and pulled his face to mine and I kissed him hard and passionately. As I did so we tried to swallow each other's tongues. The taste of those other two cocks was so fresh in his mouth. I could still feel the slickness of their cum. I wanted more! I was surprised, excited and pleased with how much I was enjoying this! He had reached down as we kissed and rubbed our two cocks together. 

I had never imagined that this would be THIS much fun! Before I even knew it, he was totally naked, an erotic image against the back drop of my squad car in the moonlight. 

As totally hot as kissing him was, I could not wait to get his cock back into my mouth! I wanted HIS cum! I knelt down and swallowed him again. I sucked hard and fast as he guided the pace and actually began face-fucking me.

He started saying "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cuMMM!" I made a muffled "MMMmmm" sound to let him know that I wanted him to cum right there in my mouth! He came and came and came! I swallowed a LOT of it. Some of it dripped down my chin and I caught it on my fingers and put them in his mouth just like a few girls have done to me. I sucked his cock some more. I didn't want to ever take this beautiful cock out of my mouth. 

His hands lifted my face and we kissed again... for a long time. As we finished kissing I told him, "Now get the hell outta here before I change my mind!" 

I picked up his clothes and as he started to put them on I said "NO... drive out of here just like that!" 

He got back into his car and drove away naked and satisfied. 

I never saw him again although I looked for him around the club every time I was in that part of town. That may have been the first cock I ever sucked, but I assure it was not the last!



Once Upon a Time in Hell



Well, I'm back after a long absence. The remaining parts of this 3 part series will be posted in the coming days. All characters are over the age of 18. Most of them are spirits. 

This is not Dante's "Inferno" plus perverted sex. Yes, I referenced Dante's take, and others, but I took artistic license with all of it. Just a heads up, readers, the last chapter is non-erotic. Yes, this story has a moral to it. If at any time you find the story too controversial for your tastes, well, there's plenty of other stories for you to read. Let's just leave it at that. As usual I wanna say, women be warned, this one is geared to the guys. I hope you all enjoy.

He awoke with a start.

He was on a rocky outcropping on a massive plain, inside an enormous cavern. Distant volcanoes belched smoke into the noxious air. Fire and magma shed an orange light through the blackness and gloom. Distant screams of agony could be heard above the sound of the wind.

"Yep, this is hell," he thought out loud.

His memory was blank. He didn't remember who he was, or even his own name. He didn't remember how he died.

He

Remembered

Nothing.

He looked down at his body. He was male. He was naked, and his body was corded with a massive set of muscles. It seemed wondrous and strange to be in possession of such a powerful physique. It made him feel calm despite the distant screams carried on the sulfuric winds.

He stood up and looked around.

"If this is hell, at least there aren't any lakes of fire," he muttered to himself reassuringly. "Maybe some volcanoes way far away, that I can handle." He let out a breath and looked down at his nakedness, clenching and unclenching his fists. He felt strength in his limbs that was definitely reassuring, but he wasn't sure it would save his exposed anatomy from searing fire.

Looking up, he realized that there were other threats to his being. A harpy with sharp teeth and curved talons.

Cursing, he ducked behind a rock. Peering from behind it, he took a second look at the creature. Half woman and half bird, it flapped its grotesque wings as it circled above. It was scanning the landscape, circling and circling.

He saw more of them, father away. There were at least a dozen, and other flying demons as well. Just then a blast of fire drew his eye to what seemed to be a dragon, flying low near the bottom of the hill. As he watched, it breathed a swirling cloud of fire onto the unfortunate souls in the valley, letting loose twenty seconds or so.

The harpy let out a cry. She had seen him.

"This way!" came a man's voice. "Hurry, take cover!"

He turned and quickly headed in the sound of the voice, stumbling over the hardened lava flow.

He didn't see where the voice came from, but there was an opening in the ground formed by the volcanic rock flow. He headed for it, and soon found himself in a small hole.

He hid there for a while, not sure what to do next. If he thought that he was dreaming, the painful jabs from the rock let him know it was not. It was better than what the demons might do to him though.

"Maybe you best lie low and come up with a plan," he told himself, doing his best once again to sound reassuring.

He was not convinced.

Days passed. Horrific noises floated by, until he wished his ears would stop hearing. The tiny cave was barely big enough for him to crouch in, but he was safer than out in the open.

He tried to think, but he seemed to lack any basis for thinking. No memories, no understanding of who he was, left him without any sort of plan. It was frustrating. After a few hours, he felt as though he would go mad. He snuck out of the hole and headed away from the fiery valley, towards a horizon cloaked in darkness.

He began to wonder what would become of him if he were found by the demons. Would they torture him on the spot, or burn him into some kind of cadaverous looking zombie? Would he be corralled into some other group of condemned souls, to be tortured en masse?

"Why!?" he cried, yelling at the stormy blackness above. "What did I do?!"

He could not remember his own name, but he did not think himself a bad person.

"You were not judged?" came a voice, nearby.

He turned and looked. He saw a man, strong and handsome, wearing an ornate leather belt, boots, and a loincloth.

"Are you the one who called out to me before?"

"Yes," said the man. He was of a rather muscular build himself, and wore an ornate leather belt, boots, and a loincloth. There was an other-worldliness to him. "I'm glad to see that you're still alright. Come this way, it's not safe on the hillside."

The man wore clothes at least, thought the newcomer. Perhaps he would know where to get some more. Encouraged by this, he followed the man towards the valley on the far side of the rise.

"Are we going to be okay?"

"As long as we put some distance between us and the fiery plains behind us," said the man. "By the way, the name is Rigel. What's yours?"

"I'm – I don't know my name."

"You don't remember?" the man offered, instantly understanding.

"No, I don't remember. The only thing I remember is a couple of hours ago, I woke up in – this is hell, isn't it? "

"Limbo, actually. The first layer of hell. Congratulations, it's the least awful layer. The place we left, Avernus, is not somewhere you want to be, and after Avernus, it's all downhill, trust me."

"What's going to happen to us?"

"You're alright. There's no endless torment here. Just keep away from the demons and things won't be so bad. This layer of hell is reserved for people who really did well in life, but just weren't saintly enough to actually get the thumbs up from St. Peter."

"What happened to purgatory?"

"Doesn't exist," Rigel replied with a chuckle. "This is the closest thing. So take heart, if you look around, and stay out of sight, you might find that you like some of the places here."

"Really?" He had never expected to hear something like that about a realm like Hell.

"Well, it all depends on you, making the best of a bad situation. Speaking of which, what do we call you?"

"I forgot who I am. Even my own name."

"Hmm. Well, until you remember it, you shall need one. You look like a Glen to me."

"What?" he said with a puzzled look. "I mean it's alright, but if I were to choose –"

"Alright. Matt?"

"Ok. I like it, I guess," said the newcomer.

"It's a popular name," Rigel agreed.

Just then they passed a boulder, only to find the entrance to a small cave around the other side of it. The cave entrance was decorated with sheer curtains, the interior had more curtains and was lit by a reddish violet glow. There was a plush bed in the center of the room.

There was a tanned blonde on the bed, crouched over someone. As they paused to look, they saw that it wasn't just an ordinary woman. She had small wings on her back and a thin, black tail with a spade shaped fin at the end.

"That's a succubus. We'd best move on," Rigel said. But Matt was transfixed. He could tell now that the other person was a man, and he was getting the blowjob of his life from that blonde succubus.

Up and down her head bobbed, and with each stroke of her lips the man on the bed convulsed with pleasure in an effort to not to explode.

Matt got a glimpse of her face as she got up to mount the man beneath her. Flowing, wavy blonde hair fell down to her shoulders. Her face had a look of sultry beauty, with long dark eyelashes and pouty, parted lips. But before he could see more, she turned to face her victim again and began riding his cock with deliberate gyrating thrusts.

"She's seen us. We really better go." Rigel turned and continued on their way.

"Do we really have to? Two big guys like us couldn't take her?"

"Don't let your own appearance fool you," Rigel said, stopping and turning to face Matt. "She'd suck your soul out in minutes once she got her hooks into you. Seconds, if she really wanted to." With that, Rigel turned to leave once more. "Well, are you coming?"

But Matt was powerless to move. All he could do was watch her perfect ass bouncing up and down, engulfing the guy's hard cock. He could faintly hear the slapping of her tanned buns against his thighs. She had a narrow waist but soft, dark globes of bouncing ass flesh that had him mesmerized.

He imagined her heat and wetness must have felt so good. He wanted a taste of pussy too. He was already naked, and he had nothing left to lose.

His reverie was broken by a smack to the back of the head.

"Come on!" Rigel urged.

They ran for a short while, to put some distance between themselves and the succubus. "Matt, you were starting to sport some wood there, ya know."

"She was beautiful," he murmured in reply.

"I know, I'm just as much a man as you are. It's hard to look away. But there's thousands of succubi out there, and all of them are just as destructive. They'll chew your soul up and spit it out like used bubble gum." He spat for emphasis.

"Besides, there's plenty of women to screw around with in Limbo. We'll go find some, I promise. But you'll never live to bone them if you get mixed up with demons. So stay away from them."

"I just couldn't see how she could overpower me," Matt said, almost wistfully.

"That's what they want you to believe. You were under her spell, and it still hasn't completely worn off," Rigel patiently explained. "One kiss and she would have you paralyzed, eating out of her hand. Even if you somehow escaped after getting that close. She must have figured you for her next meal. Succubi have those kinds of powers. It's best that you totally ignore them whenever possible. As soon as you take interest, you might as well have just told her to fuck you till she's sucked your soul out."

"My soul?" Matt looked down at his body. It was a little pale but otherwise healthy and in decent shape. "Hey Rigel, what about my soul. Is this, me, this body – is this all I've got left?"

Matt waited for a response, then looked around. Rigel was nowhere to be found.

"Is this a dream?" Matt asked out loud. He looked around. The upper limits of the cavern were black or gone entirely, Matt couldn't tell, so deep was the darkness all around. The ground was illuminated by a faint glow, it seemed, and Matt's eyes adjusted to the dimness as he trudged onward.

For hours he walked on alone, carefully picking his way along the dirt and rocks. He had not seen a demon nor another person the entire time. The air was muggy and warm, but he seemed to be in a void.

"Limbo is no fun," Matt said, wondering where all the women were that Rigel promised.

As he walked along, he came across a woman sleeping in the dirt. She stirred as he passed.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Wanna fuck?"

The woman was attractive and looked to be in her early twenties. She had a shaven head and Caucasian features, and her skin was very pale. Her bare breasts were indeed a tempting sight, but her wanton lust creeped Matt out. He hurried to leave.

"Stop! Be my lover, here, alone together! I promise, I won't hurt you! I can't hurt you! All I can do is satisfy your every need!" Her voice faded as Matt hurried on. "Want to fuck my ass? Fuck my mouth? Cum in my throat, you motherfucker!" She screamed in frustration. "Where are you going? Off to play hero? Wait! I got a nice patch of soft dirt here, no goddamn demons anywhere, please! Stop, damn you!"

Her voice became inaudible as Matt hurried away. He was lost, with no sense of direction. The volcanoes he had passed were so distant that the darkness had swallowed their orange glow, there was nothing but ashes and rock.

As the time passed, his thoughts returned to the succubus, and the woman he met lying in the dirt. He wondered if the woman was the soul of another who had died, as he believed himself to be. If so, she must have lived a life much like his own. Rigel said that he had lived a very good and pure life, for the most part. Perhaps she wasn't such a threat after all?

Perhaps he could have stayed with her and fucked her? The question nagged him as he walked many more miles. There would be no way for him to retrace his steps.

The wasteland seemed endless. Matt thought about her without respite. Maybe he could have been fucking her this entire time! Not only her pussy, he could have been getting a blowjob. Despite the dire circumstances, a warm wet mouth on his shaft seemed like a great idea. He also was curious about anal sex. Was it really tighter, as one might suppose? She was willing to give that up too. Why did he turn it down?

Matt was getting hard just thinking about it. He stopped and sat on a rock to think. What was it like? He had no memories of intercourse, no kisses, nothing. His memory was a blank slate. He was curious.

He reached down to touch his shaft. He began to stroke it a little, and thought about the succubus. He thought about her hot mouth engulfing him to the root. He squeezed the base of his shaft and pulled.

Just then he heard footsteps. In the dimness, Matt made out the shape of a man walking by. He got closer, looking with blankness in Matt's direction and then continuing on without missing a step.

Matt sighed. "Well, that was awkward," he said to himself as his penis went flaccid.

He decided to move on. Every so often, he saw another person in the darkness. After about fifteen minutes, he began to see a glow on the horizon. It was the ground, or something on it. Pale white dots in the distance. The heat coming off the ground made the light shimmer.

Matt headed towards the light. "This, this is purgatory, it has to be!" he thought, imagining that he had traversed Limbo entirely on foot. Although there were doubts in his mind, he held out hope. He was startled and perplexed by what he found.

The figures were naked people, sitting, reclining, standing, and fucking. There had to be dozens. No, hundreds!

He began to realize what he was seeing. A vast plain full of lost souls rutting like animals. Women were everywhere, without a stitch of clothing. Men were the same. Most were young and middle aged. None were obese or particularly ugly, from what Matt could tell, but they were all quite pale. A few were exceptional in physique, but none were as massively proportioned as he. He stood head and shoulders above anyone who happened to be standing.

Which were few.

The acts they were engaging in were shocking to say the least. Some were tied up, some were bent over large smooth boulders, gray wooden benches, and so on. One pretty girl was in a stocks, getting fucked from both ends. Matt realized with guilty delight that she was taking a thick, rigid cock right up the ass.

Drawn in by curiosity, Matt kept walking. Paths worn with time wound their way between the couples and the threesomes and foursomes. Although Matt regarded them as degenerates, a part of him felt as though he were browsing, looking for sights of appeal and interest. Perhaps Rigel was right about finding parts of Hell to like. 

Perhaps not. Matt passed a cluster of men who had tied a pretty young brunette up. Her wrists were behind her back and bound, her legs were chained to stakes in the ground to keep them spread. Demonic grins were on their faces as they watched one of their number ravaging her. Just a few feet away, a pair of lesbians were engaged in a 69, a woman who seemed to be in her thirties was getting fucked in all three holes next to them, and next to that orgy was a young looking guy plowing into a somewhat older girl in the spoon position.

Matt could not stand idly by when a girl was being raped. He moved to intercede. "Leave her alone!" he bellowed, stepping into the fray. "I don't want to have to hurt you!"

Everyone in the area turned to him, and their eyes began to glow purple. Their faces grew wicked and demonic, as though possessed. Matt recoiled in horror, but he was surrounded.

Before he knew it, he was being attacked from all sides, scratched and kicked by these jackals. He did his best to keep his feet, and fight them off.

Three of the rapists remained normal, but they recoiled as the woman they had been raping turned demonic. Pulling away, one of them yelled "You idiot! Back down at once! Hell cannot tolerate a hero!"

"Agh! Get away from me!" Matt turned to run. As he fled, the horror seemed to vanish, almost instantly.

"There, learned your lesson!" called a voice.

"No one likes a hero!" called a woman.

"The demons are watching!"

"There is no absolution here."

"Make the best of it!"

Matt realized he should leave, or risk becoming like them, or worse.

He turned and looked at the path he had come down. He clearly saw the way he had made and the edge of the illuminated field. Beyond, the darkness he had come from. He could make his way there in a minute, easily.

He turned, looking this way and that. He decided to explore further, and continued down the path, deeper into the throng.

His eye was drawn to someone, and he turned to meet the gaze of a girl. It was the girl from the couple he had seen earlier fucking missionary. After the chaos from earlier, they had rejoined, only to switch positions. She was now mounted on him, reverse cowgirl. She was facing him squarely and beckoning to him. Something in her eyes was not to his liking, but as he watched her ride that cock, she gazed back at him.

She was putting on a show, and his cock grew harder and harder as he watched.

Just then, another man walked up to her and offered his dick to her lips. She swallowed it without hesitation. Taking it in deep as she bounced, she managed to look out of the corners of her eyes at Matt. Her irises, he noticed, were purple. In fact, the three of them had rather pale, almost gray skin, but their eyes were all purple.

Matt decided to move on and see what else might be in the field. He encountered an Asian girl. She too had pale, colorless skin and purple eyes.

"Do you like to strangle?" she said, canting her hips provocatively. He looked her up and down. She was very pretty, if pale. She had an oval face and a graceful nose, and her almond eyes were deep and appealing. She even had a rather nice pair of tits, not to big and not too small.

"Come with me, I'll find us a spot," she said. "After you choke me with those big strong hands of yours, I'll let you fuck me any way you want."

Matt followed her, his eyes transfixed on her beautiful, slender back and pert buns. Her ass was bare and perfectly curved, and his cock grew raging hard as he walked behind her, knowing she was about to grant him every carnal pleasure he could conceive of.

She located an unoccupied patch of dirt, with just one or two rocks. Matt's eyes went wide with surprise as he watched her take the rocks and hurl them with all her strength away from them. They did not go far at all, and one rock seemed to hit someone, but by then she had already ducked down.

"Is that okay, throwing the rocks?"

"Well, that's how we get rid of them. We're trying to get rid of all the rocks in the field, that's why this patch of the sanctuary isn't full of damn rocks. Did you notice, I threw them toward the edge of the field?"

Matt shook his head.

"I mean, this is just the way it is done." She continued to sift through the dust, gathering some half dozen or so glowing purple pebbles that were also hidden in the dust.

"What are those?" Matt asked.

"Hmm? Oh, they're a kind of aphrodisiac. Kind of addictive, so be careful." Matt grunted and nodded, but waited for her to continue to speak. "You've just arrived, then?"

"Yeah."

"So what happened? How did you die?"

"I don't know, I don't remember anything--"

"Not even your judgement?"

"Nothing."

"Well, you must have lived an amazing life. Your soul is the strongest I have ever seen."

"My soul is?" Matt trailed off. "What about you, how did you die?"