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Rachael

By: Stephens



It was about 5:30 on Friday afternoon. The staff had gone and I was locking up the office. Instead of going to the carpark, I walked out the front door and up the road to the motel where local businesspeople gather at the bar after work. 

I didn't see anyone I knew but I sat on a stool by the bar and ordered a beer anyway. As I savoured the first sip, my eyes wandered around the room and stopped when they focused on a very attractive brunette sitting alone at a table. I have to admit I was staring and felt awkward when she looked up and saw me. I thought I saw the smallest of smiles as she diverted her gaze...

Much as I tried, I couldn't stop looking at her and after a few minutes, her eyes again caught mine and I did see a smile. I raised my glass to her and my gesture was returned.

The dilemma - should I take it further - or not?

I ordered another beer and took it to her table; a simple "Hi, can I join you?" got a positive response, so I pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Darren"

"Rachael" 

"What are you drinking - can I get you another?" I asked

"Soda water, and yes."

I called the waiter over and ordered.

"Haven't seen you here before" (A great opening I thought afterwards.)

"No, I'm from Interstate and I'm here on business."

"On Friday night; why didn't you go home?"

"I'm seeing friends tomorrow; they live a couple of hours out of town." 

"Why not go there tonight then?" 

"Don't like driving at night, especially in a hired car" she replied, "So I decided to stay here and leave early in the morning."

"Sounds reasonable! So, what brought you to Brisbane?"

"I'm in the IT game and I had to do some training at a new client site just around the corner; I've been here since Wednesday."

"You travel a lot with your job I guess."

"Yes, too much I think! I'm away every two or three weeks."

"Bet your husband hates that."

"He did but we're not together any more."

Interesting... I didn't ask what happened.

"That's sad. You got kids?"

"One; Jack, he's 7. His grandmother is staying at my place looking after him. I must admit I feel guilty being here tomorrow but I haven't seen my friends for two years so I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to catch up. Enough of me, what about you; what are you doing here?"

"I'm an engineer. My office is two minutes walk away - this is my local watering hole. There's generally a couple of people I know here on Friday and it's nice just to catch up."

The conversation continued and after 10 minutes the waiter came over and asked if we were dining. 

"Why not?" Rachael replied. "You want to eat, too, Darren?"

What the hell; nothing ventured nothing gained. This may go somewhere; she was hot!

We ordered food and a bottle of red wine.

I asked Rachael about her ex. It was like I opened the flood gates; I was stunned at the story.

"Max was selfish. A typical Corporate type, long hours, always working. I went back to work when Jack started school. Glad I did not because what was 9-3 is not full-time. Mum helps out a lot. He'd get home from work, drink a few wines and disappear into his study. I would put Jack to bed, poke my head around the corner and try to get him to show some interest in me but it was a waste of time. 

"I'd sit watching TV or talking to friends on the phone and go to bed longing for him to come, but he didn't. All I wanted was for him to take time and fuck me. It could have been a quickie against the door, I didn't care but it never happened."

"I'm a horny bitch; I wanted sex but it rarely happened. I'd end up masturbating and going to sleep on my own. The only time he was interested was Saturday night so I'd devour him!"   

"I bet he loved that..."

"Surprisingly, no. He said I was oversexed. Then I found he was visiting porn sites and getting his rocks off to gay videos. I kicked him out. Been on my own for three years now."

Here's a real chance... me on my won, solo her, on her own for three years... 

We finished the meal and the wine. I wondered what would happen next.

"Darren, do you think I'm attractive?"

Is the Pope Catholic?

God, she was gorgeous. Probably 35, hazel eyes, shoulder length brown hair, nice tits and the view from the back when she went to the powder room showed a tight butt. Attractive? I'd crawl across cut glass to see her panties!

"Sure; you look terrific! Why do you ask?"

"It's been a while since I've felt attracted to a guy. I wondered if..."

If what? If I'd like to fuck her. Was she going to ask?

"...you'd like to come back to my room?"

"I'll get the meal, what room is it?"

"23. See you in a few minutes."

Shortly afterwards I was knocking on her door. When it opened I could see that Rachael had taken off her jacket and shoes, brushed her hair and done her lipstick. The lipstick didn't last because within seconds our lips met.

At first it was soft; we were gentle, exploring, that tentative first kiss as beautiful as ever. Her hands wrapped around me, mine around her and we pushed our bodies against each other.

Soft became anxious; breathless, deep and passionate with tongues darting in and out. Her tits felt wonderful against my chest and her legs parted. With my left leg pushed between them I felt the warmth of her pussy through her skirt. 

My hands reached her butt and I pulled her tighter towards me. She took my jacket off and undid my belt. I kicked off my shoes and undid her blouse. Her tits were firm and pushing outwards through her lacy bra. 

The kisses got harder and my tongue was being sucked out of my mouth. My pants were on the floor and my shirt undone as she pushed me down to the bed. My erection was straining the fabric of my briefs and it got bigger and harder as I watched her seductively remove the bra. Slowly she undid the skirt zip, sliding it over her hips as it went down. It fell to the floor revealing tiny lacy panties.

"They're soaking wet Darren and have been for hours. Want to taste them?"

She took them off and threw them to me. I put them to my face and inhaled.

"You like?" She stroked her naked, almost hairless pussy and licked her fingers. 

"Let's see what you got" she said, lying down beside me. I swear I grew an inch as her hands touched my dick. Naked now with her hands on me, her mouth descended to my groin and took me in. Her hands massaged my engorged balls and I thought of empty Coke cans in an attempt not to spurt everywhere. All too soon she stopped, moved up the bed and put her pussy to my lips. 

Literally sitting on my face, I thrust my tongue into that sopping wet red gash between her thighs. I drank from her cunt, gasping for breath as if drowning. The more I drank, the more she pushed down on me. My fingers worked her clit, her hands worked her tits and I felt her heartbeat rising and heard her breathing speeding.

"Christ that's good, don't stop, don't stop, gawd I love it"

As if I was going to stop; the hottest woman is sitting on my mouth, her juices pouring all over my face. The ultimate display of feminine trust - the ultimate invasion of female privacy and it's me doing it. I wasn't stopping for anything. 

Suddenly she came. It was a scream - loud, long and enough to wake the entire motel.

Bathed in sweat she rolled onto her back, grabbed my cock and jammed it into her. 

"Cum you bastard, ravish my slot, fuck me deep. Now. Harder, deeper, do it, soak me with spunk." 

Did I cum. Hours of tension released, millions of sperm swimming up her pussy, seeking their own heaven. I'd found mine, I didn't want to pull out.

We kissed again, this time it was love. Nibbles, bites, tongues flirting like never before until we fell asleep. 

The next thing I knew it was 3am and I woke to see Rachael's face three inches from mine. A soft smile warmed my heart and a warm hand stroked my cock. I let her mount me and again reached my heaven. She raised herself up and down, dangling her hair on my face, slow breaths cooling me. 

"Just cum when you're ready, this is for you."

As I came, she pulled off me and lowered herself to my mouth and let my cream drip onto my lips. Then she licked it off, rolled over and went back to sleep. I watched this amazing creature until I slept, too.

Around 7 I woke again, this time I felt slow movements under the sheet. Rachael was masturbating. 

"Hi, wanna watch?"

I sure did and positioned myself a few inches from her pussy. It was amazing. Seeing her fingers pull her lips apart, watching as her fingers deftly flipped her clit, entered her pussy and flirted with her arse. The confidence she exuded was beyond anything I'd seen with any woman before. She reached her climax and a huge puddle formed on the bed.

"Your turn, I want to see you do it now!"

Every inch of me focused on my cock. I moistened my fingers with her juice and slowly stroked myself. I cupped my balls, fingered my arse; all the things I did when alone.

"Beautiful, beautiful, wish I could film it for later" she whispered. "Go on, I want to watch you spurt." 

I found myself growing even harder. The strokes became more serious, my right middle finger was way up my arse and I strained my hips apart. Here it was... I burst open and a stream of warm, white fluid towered above my stomach. I'd never come like that before. Exhausted, I almost fainted. Rachael licked every drop off me. 

It was fantastic, but short-lived....

"Time for the real world" she sighed. "Got to shower."

I watched this goddess slowly and calmly walk to the bathroom and return shortly afterwards to dress. This time, black panties and bra, a red T-shirt and jeans. I showered as she made up and we went for breakfast.

Not much was said; the emotional tension was enough. We knew it was over. I walked her back to the room, we kissed goodbye and I walked back to my office.

40 minutes later I was home with a coffee and the newspaper.

A car pulled into the driveway. My wife came inside. 

"Hi Darren" she said as we kissed.

"Paul!" I replied with a grin.

"Hi Rachael!"

A satisfied smile crossed her face.

"Jenny."

"Yes I know; she was a great fuck and what a story she told"

"What are you going to do next month when it's your turn to dominate? It had better be good." She wandered off into the bedroom. I followed, closed the door behind me, dropped her jeans and panties to the floor and fucked her again.

God I love this woman...

Rachael



I sat back in my chair, my heart pounding through my chest, my hands shaking so violently that I had to clinch them together to make them stop. "Holy Shit!" I said out loud to no one.

Rachael and I had been best friends since Junior High. We couldn't have been closer if we'd been sisters. We shared everything with each other, confided in each other, and helped each other through difficult times. Attending different colleges hadn't mattered. Even my marriage to Glen and our later move half way across the country hadn't dulled our friendship. Rachael eventually moved to L.A., in the opposite direction. We spoke on the phone several times a week and kept each other apprised of everything that was going on in our lives. For the last several years, we'd managed to see each other only two or three times a year, but we always looked forward to those times with great anticipation. This was one of those times.

It was a few days before Thanksgiving and Glen was visiting his family in Dallas. He'd graciously let me beg off and fly to L.A. to see Rachael. She was in Chicago on business, but would arrive home a few hours before my flight landed. That was the plan anyway—before her boss insisted at the last minute that she stay over an extra day. I ended up having to take a taxi from the airport to her high-rise apartment building. She arranged to have a key waiting for me at the security desk and assured me that she would be home the following day. That was the first in a series of events that led to my startling discovery. The next occurred no more than an hour after I walked through the door of her apartment.

My laptop wouldn't boot up. I tried everything, removing and reinserting the battery, plugging it into the electric outlet, and even banging on it more than I should. It simply wouldn't get past the boot up. It just kept restarting over and over. All I wanted to do was check my email. Finally, I went to her desktop PC and turned it on. Fortunately, it wasn't password protected, so I didn't have to call her for that—not that she would have minded giving it to me anyway.

I laughed when I saw her desktop background. It was a picture of us from high school. We were both red-eyed drunk at a party, her arm over my shoulder, her silky dark cheek pressed to my pale one, and both of us sticking our tongues out at Tonya, our other close friend who was taking the picture. Those were fun times.

Just as I was about to start her Explorer and check my email, an icon on her desktop caught my eye. Evidently, Rachael had started keeping an online diary. There was no way I was going to open it—no way—none whatsoever. I simply wasn't going to do it. It just wouldn't be right. Besides, we told each other everything anyway. We didn't keep secrets from each other, even when they were very personal and sometimes very embarrassing. But, in a moment of weakness, I double-clicked the icon anyway.

I decided to start at the most recent entry and work my way backward. I was in total shock before finishing her latest entry, but I read on, my jaw agape, barely able to breathe, and my hand shaking so violently, I could barely manipulate the mouse.

The bottom line is that Rachael, my best friend, was sexually attracted to me, and she had been since high school. Had it been Tonya, I wouldn't have thought that much about it. Tonya was fairly open about being bisexual, but not Rachael—and for sure not me. I had never had such thoughts, let alone been tempted to participate in such a thing. And from what I could tell from reading her diary, Rachael had never actually done anything either. She wasn't attracted to women—didn't want to do anything sexual with them—only with me. She hadn't written about "a woman's touch" or "a woman's lips" or "a woman's tongue" or "a woman's breasts" or "a woman's pussy". She had in each instance written "Beth's", always "Beth's", or "B's" as she often referred to me.

Her diary was replete with confessions about her thoughts and feelings during times when we were together. How could I not have known? How could I not have even suspected that while I was rambling on about some recent event or experience, Rachael was sitting there imagining what it would be like to kiss me and touch me and make love to me?

We had shared with each other our sexual desires, and even the most intimate details of sexual encounters—with boys and later men of course. And we'd had many discussions about Tonya's behavior, most often right after witnessing it or hearing her talk about it. Rachael's reaction had always been the same as mine, "To each her own." Never once had Rachael shown any indication that she felt differently—not even a single hint. Or had she? Had I simply been too naïve to pick up on it? According to her diary, that was indeed the case. She had put out little hints here and there over the years, but they had all sailed right past me unnoticed.

We had never been shy or modest about such things as nudity when together. It was nothing for one of us to be at the sink drying our hair while the other was in the shower. Often, we didn't even turn off the water, one stepping in as the other stepped out. Walking around naked or half naked was common. But those times weren't "nothing" to Rachael. Her diary made that blatantly clear. She had even masturbated while thinking of those times, sometimes with me right in the next bedroom. I had unknowingly provided the inspiration for her to take "Oscar" out of her nightstand and let him help her achieve multiple orgasms while thinking about me—my body, and what she would like to do to it—what she longed for us to do together.

There were little things mentioned too, many, many of them. They were often as innocent as a hand on a bare arm, or even one of us slightly brushing past the other while cooking in a small kitchen. Even those were important enough to Rachael to be worthy of mention in her diary. I simply had no idea.

How would I have reacted if I'd known? I'm sure now that my earlier reactions to Tonya's behavior caused Rachael to suspect that such a revelation would not elicit a positive reaction from me. That could account for her going to such lengths to hide her feelings. Was she right? Could it have ended our friendship forever? After all, neither of us had made special efforts to keep in touch with Tonya.

We were going to find out soon enough. Rachael had chosen this visit to finally make her move, and she had spelled out in her diary exactly how she was going to do it. She will take me downstairs to the exercise room for a good workout. That was normal. We both exercised religiously. It was more important for me than for her. She had never had a problem with her weight. I, on the other hand, being shorter and naturally a bit chunky anyway, had to constantly battle my weight. Hell, Rachael just liked the cardio for health and tone—not weight. I wasn't the only one who thought she could have done very well as a model. Her almond completion, long black hair and sleek body would have made her a natural. And being of Polynesian descent would have only held her in higher demand. But, she always sloughed off such suggestions, using her smallish breasts as an excuse. "And I will never get implants." She would say. Of course, she was the only one who thought they were too small. Any bigger and they would have drawn attention to themselves and detracted from her overall sleek look.

After working out, she will take me out for dinner, but that will require us to take a shower after our sweaty workout. Of course, there will be a stiff drink first—for courage on her part, and hopefully some loosening up on mine. She will let me get into the shower first, and then join me, making the excuse that the hot water tank has been running out too quickly, and she doesn't want to take a cold shower. We'd never showered together, except in the girl's locker room at school, but without having read her diary, I would not have given it a second thought. When my hair is full of shampoo or conditioner and my eyes closed, she will make her move. She even typed out and practiced what she will say, "B, there's something I've been wanting to do for years." And when I ask what that is, she will say, "This" and kiss me passionately. Then, she will let my reaction dictate the rest. Damn! She had it all planned out, right down to the smallest detail.

My problem was both obvious and overwhelming. It was no longer a matter of how I would have reacted, but how I was going to react. That question never left my mind for even a minute of that evening, and it was there each time I woke up from my fitful sleep that night. And yes, it was still there the next morning. By the time Rachael called to let me know her plane had landed and that she would be home shortly, the answer still eluded me. I just didn't know what to do.

* * *

So that's how Rachael and I came to be in the shower together. Yet, I still hadn't decided how to react to what was about to happen. I'd thought about nothing else since she'd gotten home. My first non-decision had come when she suggested we go work out. I hadn't yet made up my mind about anything, so agreeing to that just allowed me more time to think. And then there was the drink. At my suggestion, we had a second. I was both delaying the inevitable and hoping the alcohol would help me deal with the situation, regardless of which way it went.

But just as I began applying the shampoo to my hair, I had an epiphany. This wasn't fair to Rachael—not fair at all. I knew then what I had to do, so I wasted no time. I didn't want to take a chance on letting her say what I knew she was about to say. "Rach?"

"Yes?"

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what?"

I held out my hands, my eyes closed to protect them from the shampoo that was running down my face. "Give me your hands. There's something I need to tell you." When she put her hands in mine, I held them firmly. "Yesterday, I . . . I did something I shouldn't have done. My laptop screwed up, so I used your computer to--"

"You read my diary?" She asked in a panic.

"Yes."

She tried to pull her hands free, but I tightened my grip on them. After a long moment of silence, and in what sounded like total dejection, she asked "And?"

"I've gone along with things up to this point because I couldn't decide what else to do. And I'm still not sure how I feel about it all, but I have decided that it wouldn't be fair to let you do what you're about to do without telling you that I know. That's all." 

"You don't hate me for--"

"I could never hate you, hon. I love you. I only have one request."

"What?"

"Can I please rinse my hair first? This shampoo tastes like shit." And then a nervous laugh burst from me, and then another, and then Rachael started laughing. But as she helped me past her in the narrow tub and our bodies brushed against each other's, our laughter subsided.

My hair rinsed, I turned to face her and realized instantly that she was trembling uncontrollably. I held out a hand to her, "Come over here and get under the water." I turned sideways and pulled her toward the spray. "Just get warm first. Take your time and try to calm down. I'm right here and I'm not running away." But when she heard that, she threw her arms around me and began crying. For a long time, we just stood there hugging under the soothing spray of hot water. And then, in a moment of mutual consent, we kissed. At first, it was a soft brush of our lips, and then gradually with each pass, we both grew bolder until we were together totally, our hug more intense, and our tongues dancing tenderly together.

I'm not sure how long that kiss lasted, but I'm sure that it was a full minute or more. It was finally interrupted by Rachael's prophecy about the hot water running out being realized. That proved to be an effective mood breaker. There was a long awkward silence as we dried ourselves. It was eventually broken by Rachael asking me, "Well, are you all freaked out now?"

I reflected on my feelings for a moment and then said, "No. I thought I would be, but I'm not. Maybe I was too nervous to freak out."

"You? Hell, I was the one who was shaking so hard I was afraid my knees were going to buckle." And then after another short time, she asked, "So, what now?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe we should get ready and go eat and let it soak in a little, and then we'll see how we feel about it. Who knows? I'm sure I don't."

"Really? You mean you would consider . . ."

"Maybe, I'm not sure yet."

"Okay, then dinner it is . . . and lots of alcohol." She added with a chuckle.

I started laughing and finally managed to say, "Definitely lots of alcohol."

* * *

As I began to sort through my feelings, there was more of an evolution than a decision. By the time the food arrived at our table, I realized that I wasn't upset by it all. And then, during dessert, that rather benign absence of a negative feeling was replaced by one of my being okay with what had happened—comfortable with it. It wasn't until later, when we were back at Rachael's apartment and I was watching her pour our first drink that I became more than okay with it, more than comfortable with it. It had stimulated my imagination more than anything had in a very long time—years in fact.

All through dinner, and even during the drive back to the high-rise, I could sense Rachael's stare—no—not a stare—more of an examination. She was watching and listening for some clue as to what was going on in my brain. Of course, she did her best to disguise that she was doing it, but it was undeniably there.

As I watched her now, I wondered if she'd chosen to wear that particular dress for a reason. It clung to her in the sexiest of ways. It stopped short of covering too much of her long beautiful legs—mid thigh length at best, and it rode higher when she walked or leaned. The plunging neckline was tastefully daring, and the thin material allowed her unencumbered breasts to bounce and jiggle when she moved. She was the essence of sexy, and that dress in particular screamed it unashamedly.

We sat and sipped our drinks and made more small talk until I finally couldn't take it anymore. She deserved an answer. I sat my drink aside and got up. "Don't move." I said as I approached her. When I was near enough, I leaned down and kissed her deeply, my tongue quickly slithering in to find hers. After about fifteen seconds, I withdrew and stood in front of her. "Does that answer your question?"

"Wow!" And then she showed me a wide smile. "I should say so."

I went back to my chair then and took up my drink again. Before taking a sip, I said, "It was better that time, more relaxed maybe—something—but definitely better."

"You won't get any argument from me."

"Still, I think we can do better. This is only our first drink."

Rachael laughed, "Then drink up. I have plenty of booze."

When she returned from filling our glasses for the second time, she walked past me and sat them on the coffee table. Her meaning was clear. We were going to move to the sofa. "I'll go get out of this--"

"No." I stopped her. "Please."

She smiled, "You like it that much?"

"Yes, very much."

"Okay then." She sat down and patted cushion beside her.

The instant I sat down, she slid her hand around my neck and drew me to her, teasing my lips with hers for a long while before kissing me fully. When her tongue joined mine, she slid her hand down and gently cupped my breast. My body responded immediately, and that's when I knew for sure that everything was okay—everything that was going to happen between us was okay.

When we came up for air, I said, "I should go change into something . . ."

"Less." She giggled, "Much less."

"Less, yes." And I walked toward the hall, glancing over my shoulder once. She was taking up her drink, and her smile was ear to ear.

* * *

"Perfect" she said when she saw me reappear wearing only a button up nightshirt and panties. I had only buttoned the bottom three buttons. When I took my place beside her, fully expecting her to kiss me right away, she only handed me my drink and let her fingers trail over my neck, teasing at the ends of my short blonde hair. And then she cooed in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard from her, "We're going to have a lot of fun later."

I forced myself to look at her, "I do like the kissing."

"You'll like the rest of it too."

"Yes, I think I will."

"In the meantime" she purred, leaning over enough to give me a soft kiss on the lips, "This is nice—just being here like this."

I raised my glass to her and then took a sip. "Yes, yes it is."

* * *

It's difficult to describe the next two hours. Adjectives that come to mind are, "Slow", and "Patient" and "Sensuous" and "Erotic". We sat facing each other, our arms on the back of the sofa, our fingers mingling and teasing those of the other. Every once in the while, we would, as if on cue, both lean forward and kiss tenderly. Sometimes it wasn't even really a kiss, but more of a soft brush of our lips. Sometimes it was sillier, with our tongues meeting openly for a quick flick. Those times were most often followed by a giggle or wink. They were fun.

At one point, Rachael took my hand and guided it inside the V of her dress. She pressed it to her breast and let me watch as she tilted her head back and let out an appreciative sigh. I reciprocated, pulling her hand to me and urging it to find my breast beneath my nightshirt. When it was in place, I knew what she was feeling. We were feeling the same thing at the same time. Still, the looks between us—those looks of desire—of postponed fulfillment—those looks of trust and understanding—of love and need and passion delayed—those were too powerful to abandon for the sake of immediate physical satisfaction. It was, after all, a dance—a slow waltz, and the band would play until we signaled them to stop.

Explaining what the time spent on Rachael's sofa wasn't, is somehow easier than explaining what it was. It wasn't lust. There was nothing urgent or desperate or lustful about it. It wasn't about sweaty sex or fucking or orgasms. It wasn't even a prelude to those things. They were neither part nor parcel to it. They were neither objective nor motive. It was less than that, or more. I'm not sure which.

* * *

It was a very long time before Rachael finally slid her fingers under the hem of my panties. And it wasn't long after that before we retired to her bed. Prior to arriving there, I had been to bed with several boys and men. Some were short-term relationships, some longer, but none of them prepared me for what I was soon to experience.

As Rachael's lips, tongue, and fingers roamed over my body, the feelings were "nice". I won't lie to you about that. I will try to neither exaggerate nor downplay that part of it. But that wasn't the overriding thing that I took away from it. When her lips and tongue found my clit, she seemed to know exactly when to press on and when to back off. And she seemed to be able to read my needs, knowing when to nibble lightly and when to exert more authority, more command. But that wasn't it either. The ultimate difference was when she peered down into my eyes just prior to kissing me, and I could see in hers the understanding of what I was feeling. It was the way she seemed to know, the way she seemed to penetrate my very being and become part of what I was experiencing. That was the single most memorable thing I took away from my time with Rachael.

I did enjoy doing things to her that I thought I would never do—that I never imagined doing—that I never desired to do or dreamed of doing. I enjoyed the feeling of her large dark nipples between my lips and their texture as my moist tongue swirled over them. I enjoyed the way her body reacted to my touch and the way her back arched when I managed to do just the right thing at just the right time. And I thoroughly enjoyed the taste of her sex. I enjoyed hearing her deep guttural moans as my ministrations proved more beneficial to her need. And too, while the male climax is dramatic and very visual, it could hardly compare to Rachael's seemingly strained and agonizing surrender—her unbridled release of orgasm. I could barely maintain position as her thighs twitched and her body arched and shook and jerked and convulsed. It was incredible.




Rachael



Even more incredible was the number of times I was able to relive that experience in those short few hours. Each time was more dramatic—more strained, and more explosive. And each time, the volume and intensity of her moans and pleadings grew. I was quite simply awed by it all.

Finally, mercifully, sleep befell us.

* * *

As incredible as it may seem, none of the events of that day or night, or those of the succeeding two days and nights epitomized the degree of my growth and hers—of my transformation and hers. That time didn't come until later. It didn't come until she had helped me carry my bags to the entrance of the airport's security checkpoint. It didn't come until I looked into her eyes and saw the sadness in them that reflected what was in my own heart. It wasn't until I went to her and hugged her and kissed her. That kiss was as passionate and loving and sharing of deep feelings as any we had shared to that point. Neither of us cared what the dozens of onlookers might think. They didn't matter. What we shared did—what we felt for each other did. That kiss, shared openly and for all of the world to see, said it all.

* * * Then End * * *



Rachael



Rachael Winters looked in the mirror as she tied the red silk sarong over her black bathing suit. She knew life was not always fair, but when was enough going to be enough? She had always believed that God would never give her any more than she could handle, but she was just about to her limit.

Rachael had married David in 1975, with dreams of a life together filled with love and children. Cancer stole their dreams of a large family, but at least Rachael could say she recovered. 

They still had their love, and life was good in Fort Lauderdale. They had their jobs, their intercoastal home and each other – until cancer stole from them once more. David was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two years ago. He fought valiantly, but succumbed to the disease in a matter of months. 

Always the fighter, Rachael tried to pick up the pieces and move on. She was doing all right - until her job was eliminated. Now, with money starting to run short, her only hope to keep their home was to rent out the guest house. 

Who knew interviewing potential tenants would be so hard? And why were most of them so demanding? It was cute little house, small kitchen opening into a living area, bedroom, bath and parking. They could use the pool whenever they wished, but that wasn't enough. 

Demands for washer and dryer, satellite and not cable, wiring for sound and internet, supplying a grill and wanting to have the house painted different colors. It was enough to make her want to scream.

The door bell rang, and Rachael sighed as she braced herself for yet another interview. As she opened the front door, the warm Florida breeze stirred her short blond hair gently – and opened up her sarong, giving the young man standing before her a good look at her shapely legs.

"Hi, I'm Brian Keaton. I'm here about the house for rent" said the tall man standing before her. Rachael did a double take. This could have been David twenty-five years ago.

Clearly shaken, Rachael stepped back as if the wind had been knock out of her. "No." was all she whispered, her eyes showing her surprise.

"Excuse me? Perhaps I have the wrong address. I'm sorry." Brian said as he started to turn away.

"No! I'm sorry, honestly." Rachael said breathlessly. "I was... It's just... Never mind. My apologies. Please come in." She extended her hand in greeting.

Brian was over six feet tall, short, curly, brown hair and eyes the color of milk chocolate. His large hand easily enveloped hers. He smiled down at the woman standing before him.

"Come on. I'll take you out this way" she said. They walked through her home and out the patio doors. Rachael chatted easily as Brian watched her walking in front of him. Her hips swayed gently, and her voice was soft and melodic. He had a sudden appreciation for this curvy woman. Mentally he slapped himself thinking – this woman is old enough to be your mother! What the hell are you thinking?

When they reached the small guest house, Rachael turned saying, "Of course you have full use of the pool. Utilities are included, but I'm afraid laundry will have to be done in the main house. The guest house has cable, but not internet." She held the door open for Brian to enter.

Brian stepped past her and entered a place that could only be described as charming. All the colors of sea glass, but none of the stereotypical Florida beach décor. It was fully furnished, and he immediately felt at home here. "You said something about laundry?" he asked.

"I know it may be awkward for you, but I'm sure we could work out a schedule that would be mutually convenient." Rachael watched him go from room to room. "Of course, if there is anything else you need, maybe we can negotiate." Her heart fluttered as her late husband's double turned to her.

Towering over her, Brian could easily see down the front of Rachael's suit. The sight of her breasts, sprinkled with freckles, stirred him; this was one good looking woman he thought, before again realizing she was probably his mother's age. "It's perfect. I'm sure you have more people to interview, but I really hope you'll consider letting me have it. It's a far cry from the complex I was looking at. It's so peaceful here."

"Brian, you're my last interview. If you really want it, it's yours." Rachael looked up and smiled. He was so much like David, she felt a warmth come over her. She wondered had they been blessed with a son, if he would have looked like Brian.

With paperwork signed and move-in times agreed upon, the two parted. Rachel smiled and waved as Brian got into his car and drove away. 

Suddenly, all seemed right again; he proved to be the perfect tenant. Polite, respectful and offering his help – whether she needed it or not. He was outgoing and friendly. She found herself looking forward to their meetings.

They met for coffee at Starbuck's and talked about his family and her life with David. While swimming in the pool they played and teased each other. He would chase her and throw her in, and she would try her best to dunk him under the water. 

Often, they would share a meal they cooked together on the grill. The more time they spent together, the less Rachael thought of David when she looked at him. He was Brian. He was himself.

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A few weeks later, Rachael was sitting on the patio at about nine in the evening, when Brian drove up. "Hey stranger," she called to him. "For a teacher, you keep some pretty late hours." She remembered he taught at Pine Crest High School.

Brian crossed to the patio, running his hand through his hair, and stifling a yawn. "Please, don't remind me. I agreed to take on a creative writing course for Adult Ed. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Here, sit down. Can I get you something? Juice, beer, wine? Would you like a sandwich?" Brian said a beer sounded great. 

The two sat in the quiet, warm night talking about his work. It was the first time in a long time that Brian could say he felt truly relaxed.

"I used to write" said Rachael. "Back in college. God it's been years." Her face took on a far-off look. 

"What did you write", he asked. "And how did it make you feel?"

Rachael smiled. "Oh, silly stuff. Some poetry, some short stories. Nothing really. I kept a journal for years. It always calmed me. Made me feel at peace, you know? Well, silly me, of course you would know." 

Brain smiled back and asked, "If it made you feel good, why don't you still write?"

Rachael became very quiet. "I stopped when my husband died. I just didn't seem to have anything to say."

Brian leaned forward and placed his hand on hers. "Have you ever written about him? His death? Your lives together? You might find it helps".

She slowly pulled her hand away. "No. I... I don't think I could"

Seeing the look on her face, Brian apologized for suggesting it. "No, no," she said. "Don't ever apologize. It's just me. Don't ever be afraid to talk to me about anything." As she looked into his brown eyes, she again saw David. 

Rachael finished her wine and rose from her chair. "I'm going to turn in now. Sleep well, Brian."

As she disappeared into the house, Brian could feel her pain. He wondered if any woman would ever love him the way she obviously loved her husband. 

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Brian wasn't sure what woke him. There had been a noise in the night that he didn't recognize. He rose from his bed and looked out of the window towards the water - he saw her. Standing in the moonlight, dressed in a flowing white robe was Rachael. Brian pulled on a pair of silk boxers and stepped outside, only to hear her weeping quietly. As he walked closer, he could see her shoulders shake.

"Rachael?" he whispered. Rachael's head snapped up and she quickly turned away. As she started to move, Brian's hands reached her arms. With her back to him, she gasped. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked as he held her.

As if flood gates opened, Rachael began to sob. Brian turned her around, pulled her into his arms and held her close. Her arms went around his waist and she clung to him. 

Brian bent and kissed the top of her head. All he wanted to do was to protect this woman and make her pain go away.

Gradually, her crying slowed until there was only an occasional whimper and sigh. Without saying a word, Brian backed up toward a chair and sat down, drawing her onto his lap. Rachael sat, burying her head in his neck. Brian stroked her back, whispering "Shhh." and pressing his lips to her forehead.

Rachel slowly raised her head. "I'm so sorry" she hiccupped, looking at him with tears flowing from her eyes. "It's just sometimes..."

Brian shushed her once more, holding her closer. After a few moments, he felt her relax against him. Rachael's arm wound around his neck and he felt her lips press against his jaw. 

Brian sat quietly for a few moments. Ever so gently, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head so he could look at her. As Rachael closed her eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers, savoring their first sweet kiss.

Brian drew back, checking for her reaction. Rachael's eyes opened once more. She looked at him for a second, her eyes oddly blank; but before he could ask, her hand went to the back of his head, and she pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply. Brian's mouth opened as she pushed her tongue inside. The arms that had been gently holding her now drew her tightly to him, as the two were soon lost in each other.

Rachael's thin robe could not hide her nipples as they grew hard against him. Brain slipped his hand inside her robe, massaging her breast. Rachael moaned and pushed her chest against him. He kneaded her soft flesh, taking his finger and tracing all around her nipple. Rachael broke their kiss to utter, "Oh."

Brain's cock began to grow; the weight of her soft ass pressing and shifting against him encouraged it. "Jesus", was all he said as he put his arm under her legs, lifting her as he stood up. As Brian carried her toward his house Rachael nibble his ear. He managed to open his door and walked straight to his bedroom where he gently laid her on the bed.

With only the moon for light, Brian gazed at the woman before him. He reached down and untied her robe, sliding it back to reveal her womanly body. 

Her large, white breasts seemed glow in the moonlight. She had a narrow waist and beautiful curved hips. Her tender mound was bare, and looked as if it were soft to touch.

Rachael sat up – easing the robe off her shoulders. She reached up for Brian's boxers and began to lower them. As she pulled them down his hips, his thick, velvet, hard as steel shaft sprang forth. She gazed at his manhood, leaning forward as if to take him in her mouth, but Brian gently eased her back down on the bed. He carefully spread her legs before lying down on top of her. 

He held her head in his hands and began to kiss her again; long, deep sensual kisses. Leaving her lips, he covered her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, with his mouth. The more he kissed her, the tighter her hands gripped his back. As he started kissing her neck, her felt her nails dig into him, ever so slightly. Rachael whimpered as Brian kissed, licked and sucked on her long neck.

Her hips moved under his weight and he felt the warmth of her pussy radiate outward. Down and down he kissed gently exploring her smooth white skin with his lips, until he reached her breasts. Brian squeezed them together – flicking one firm nipple with his tongue, and then the other, back and forth. Rachael's hands were in his hair, pulling, forcing him down on her supple flesh. 

Brian was lost in wonder as he massaged her breasts. He felt Rachael arch as he took her nipple into his mouth. He took turns sucking each wondrous mound. Moving lower he licked the sensitive underside of each breast and nipped at Rachael's ribs. Lower still to her rounded belly, he kissed her skin, tenderly and passionately by turns.

Rachael's hands suddenly pulled his head back as she struggled against him. "No!" she cried out breathlessly.

Brian immediately stopped. He could see her fighting with herself. Rising up to look at her, he stroked her cheek. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked in a whisper.

"Wrong? This is wrong! What am I doing? What are we doing?"  Rachael started to babble, as she sat up. 

Brian moved away a bit and let her go on. "I'm so...and you're so...and you look... Oh God, what have I done?"

With her tears starting again, Brian pulled her into his arms. Very calmly, he started to speak. "We haven't done anything. There is nothing wrong. You are a beautiful, sensitive woman, and I like you." 

He looked down at her, "Rachael, I want to make love to you."

"But...you're only..." she cried.

"No buts. There is nothing you can say to change my mind." He smiled. "And don't you even begin to talk about our ages. Rachael, I've been attracted to from the moment I saw you. Age only matters when it comes to fine wine and cheese."

The corners of her mouth turned up a bit and Brian bent to kiss her tear-stained cheeks. "You taste salty" he whispered, before kissing her lips. No hesitation, Rachael answered him with kisses of her own.

As they lay back down, their kisses became more urgent. Their tongues danced as their hands explored each others bodies. Rachael reached down to touch Brian more intimately. He jumped as he felt her hand take hold of his cock. He reciprocated by gently opening her legs and stroking her mound. 

As Rachael pulled and stroked him into hardness, Brain ran his finger up and down between her moist lips. Each time he pressed his finger in a little more, until it slipped inside her. He was surprised she was so slippery-wet, as if she had been waiting for him. His thumb began to massage her clit as he turned his hand to curl his fingers up massage her sacred temple. 

Rachael's hips rocked and her hand moved on him with the same rhythm.

As if she were on a roller coaster, Rachael started to soar. Her breasts heaving and her moans getting louder as she climbed toward an ecstasy she had not known for a long time. 

Brian watched as the woman he held in his arms reached to peak of her ride. Her legs tensed and straightened, then clenched around his arm. Her back arched as Rachael called out "Briannnnnnn!" 

Brian kept on moving his fingers, teasing her expertly as he leaned in to catch her nipple and suck. Small moans came out of her mouth, with each panting breath until he heard "AAAHHHHHHHHHH!" He felt his hand grow moist and warm, and she fell back against the bed. 

He released his hold on her and drew her to him. Settling kisses all over her gasping face, he held her until her breathing slowed.

Rachael looked into he eyes, then lifted her head and kissed him deeply. Their kisses began to grow intense once more. Brian rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She moved with him, her legs straddling his body. As she sat up he reached for her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples. Rachael shivered and moaned.

"Ride me" he growled, as he slid her down his body. Feeling his cock begin to probe her, Rachael rose up to crouch over him. She grabbed his hard, fever-hot staff, lined him up with her wet, quivering opening, and began to lower herself onto him. 

Slowly she impaled herself, filling the deepest part of her with his manhood. It had been so long - Rachael doubted whether she would be able to accommodate his size. Lower and lower she went, until she was fully sitting on his lap. She pressed her hands against his abdomen and began to ease herself up and down, working her trembling, and sensitive pussy on his cock.

Goosebumps rose on Brian's arms as he watched this sensual, beautiful woman move. He reached for her breasts again, lifting and massaging them and playing with her hard nipples. Her eyes closed, Rachael let herself go. She savored the feeling of riding this young stallion. 

Up and down, faster and faster, working her most intimate muscles, she rode Brian hard. Brian let go of her breasts and sat up, holding her body against his. His hands went to her hips, and he held her there, helping to lift her, and then bringing her down on him – over and over and over. Rachael's arms were around him, her mouth on his neck, biting and kissing him.

Brian knew he was approaching his own climax. "Rachael, stop...I'm going to cum..." he panted. She looked at him, confused. "Rache, where? Where do you want me to cum?"

Rachael had never been asked before. She answered astonished, "In me. In me."

That was the only encouragement he needed. His hands helping drive him deeper inside her, his whole body tensed as he began to shoot. He held her down on him, shuddering, until his cock stopped shooting. He shivered and jerked, then put his arms around her and held her close.

Their lips met once more as he rocked her on his lap, feeling their combined juices seep out of her and run warmly down his balls. He lay back, pulling her with him, keeping his lips on hers, and rocking her until his cock finally slipped out of its new, warm and welcoming home.

The lovers lay in the moonlight, their bare limbs twined together. Rachael ran her fingers through his hair and she kissed him, so sweetly. 

Brian held her close, afraid to let her go. It was Rachael who finally broke the silence that enveloped them as they lay together.

"Brian, I don't know what to say. I don't know if this was the smartest thing we could have done..." She looked deep into his eyes, her face serious. "But I do know one thing. You are an incredible man and you will make some woman very, very happy one day."

"Rachael, I'm not looking to make 'someone' happy – I want to make YOU happy. I know it doesn't make any sense - but at some point tonight I fell in love with you."

"No, Brian. I mean, this was wonderful. The best. But you're not in love with me. In lust, maybe, but not in love." She smiled sadly.

"Damn it Rachael" he said, and sat up. "Don't tell me what I feel! I've wanted you for weeks, but this is different. Don't you understand? "Brian pulled her to him, and then cupped her face in his hands. "I AM in love with you. I want you. I need you. I want to be with you, for however long this lasts." He looked at her, his eyes suddenly soft. "Forever, I hope. Till the end."

As he spoke to her, her face twisted, tears starting down her cheeks again. "Oh God Rachael, don't cry. I don't want you to be sad."

"No baby, no. Not sad" she sniffled. She looked at him then, and smiled like a child through her tears.

"These are tears of joy. Because Brian - I love you too."



Rachael



(My thanks to my editor Violetlittle. Her help with these stories is priceless.) 

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Brian believed he was a city boy through and through. He loved the constant sounds of traffic, the ability to sniff in a good lung full of bad city air and have a good cough afterwards. The way the 'walk/don't walk' signs would finish suddenly, leaving you as open prey in the middle of the road. As far as he was concerned, what was wrong with that? Then five years ago Brian met Rachael, to him she had everything, humor, personality by the bucket load, black hair that shone in the daylight, eyes that felt like she could see right through you. Lips that made him go weak at the knees when he kissed her. 

At five feet seven she also stood eye to eye to him, he liked his women the same height as he was. The list was endless to him, when they had first started dating he said it was her rack that caught his eye first. He saw that come through the door and waited ten minutes for the owner to arrive. That comment alone eventually earned him a date, then a slap for even making a comment about her breasts. Rachael loved her body and was very comfortable with it. Rachael never told Brian that she had waited for her breasts to show up; like an expectant father would in a maternity ward. She was such a late bloomer it was embarrassing. 

In high school the gym showers were the worst things in the world. When all her friends and classmates bounced about the showers showing off what puberty had done for them, she felt as though she must have been in the toilets when the tits were handed out. Eventually her body decided it was time to stop tormenting her and she slowly filled out a B-cup and painfully paused while her body teased her for a while longer, then pushed on up to a C-cup. On that momentous morning, a bright and loud "YES" was heard from Rachael's bedroom and she bounced around the room, making up all sorts of dances so she could watch them sway and bounce. 

With her newly found self-confidence she felt like she could take on the world and sometimes had to take the boys on with a big stick. Rachael was a country girl to the core, born in the country and proud to have the so called small town mentality she would often think to herself, even more so when her search for work took her to the big city. Rachael had thought herself a reporter in the making. It came as a huge blow to her to discover that she hated not only city life, but the newspaper she worked at as well. Pushing paper around a desk and being the object of ridicule because she was a country girl was slowly starting to get to her. 

So much so that Rachael had decided that the next person, who called her 'country girl', would get what her Daddy taught her to do to boys when she didn't want them to talk to her anymore. That fateful day came sooner rather than later, although it truly was a blessing in disguise for her in the form of Gregg Thomson, a man who was a legend in his own mind, the man who thought his article on how the paper had pressured the local council to put bigger warning signs up outside an old people's home should have earned him an award, or at the very least, more recognition by his fellow reporters. Gregg sauntered up to Rachael and slapped his latest creation on her desk and demanded three extra copies done and instantly. 

Rachael looked at him and said "Say Please."

Gregg couldn't believe what he had just heard and said, "Listen 'Country girl', I've just given you an order so get off your fat ass and go do it."

Her last thoughts just before she got up off the chair were, 'oh well it was okay working here really I suppose'. Rachael stood in front of Gregg and stamped on his foot, Gregg screeched and started to scream something at her as he instinctively leaned forward, that was what Rachael was waiting for, as soon as his head was level with her shoulder she let him have it with a right hook that spun him round and put him on the floor. By now Rachael had picked up her bag from under her desk and turned, to be confronted by the owner of the paper and another man, she hadn't seen before.

"I assume you're going to be looking to press charges now?" Was Rachael's only comment.

The owner looked at Gregg still out cold on the floor and said, "No your fine, we heard what he said to you and we will be getting rid of him when he wakes up."

It was as she started walking past the both of them that the stranger put his hand in his pocket, and then said, "One moment miss."

Rachael stopped and looked at him, he held out his hand, between his fingers was a card. Rachael looked, and then she took it, and without even reading at it, stuffed it in her bag and continued to walk out the building. Her first thought was to find a bar for a drink, her second thought was to go back to her apartment, pack and go home. Rachael had come to some conclusions that day, she would never be a reporter in the big city, and she hated men, again. As she walked down the street she did smile to herself and think about taking up boxing full time, but somehow she didn't think that Daddy's trick was legal.

Sitting at the bar she decided to take her Daddy's advice, 'if ever you hit a brick wall, take a step back and then decide weather to knock it down or go around it'. So she gave herself a week off, took in the sights and even caught up with the laundry, it was while she was sorting her bag out she came across the card the man gave her when she punched out Gregg. Rachael smiled to herself. It was one of those few times in life she was actually struck dumb. The card read. Alex Hartman, owner KTXM Radio. Why would the owner of the third largest radio station in the city, give her his card? Well there is only one way to find out, she thought.

Full of more bravado than she actually felt she had, she phoned the number, a man answered, when she asked to be put through to Mr. Hartman, the man chuckled. 

"You sure took your sweet time Rachael, I was beginning to think you weren't going to call, that card I gave you, has my private number." Alex said.

Her first thoughts were 'oh crap what should I do now'. Rachael's mind desperately tried to catch up with this new turn of events. It was Alex Hartman who put her more at ease, when he said, "Come and see me tomorrow at one o'clock, I think I may have a job for you."

Rachael was shown into Alex Hartman's office at five to one. Alex wandered over and shook her hand. It was the first time she really got a good look at him. He reminded her of one of those sweet uncle types, Alex stood six feet tall a head of hair that was totally gray and had the deepest blue eyes she had seen in a while. Rachael noticed he had a trait she liked in a man, a straight back and broad shoulders, going on first instinct she actually liked him, he exuded confidence and an ability to put you at ease. Alex then introduced her to the only other person in the room. 

The man stood up and Alex introduced her to Brian. Rachael quickly realized her heart beat had increased, felt her cheeks burn, then felt the heat slowly move down her neck. It was one of those times she was grateful she was African American, as the rosy flush covering her skin was not noticeable. Her nipples hardened in her bra, her panties start to get moist. Rachael felt off balance now and that made her uncomfortable, how could she have so many feelings coursing through her body over a man she had only just met. Brian stood eye to eye with her, his brown eyes had a glint of devilment about them, he reminded her of a college professor she once knew.

Rachael half expected to find a leather elbow patched cardigan in his wardrobe. That thought made her blush again, she had only just been introduced to him and already she was imagining checking his wardrobe out. Brian was obviously a man who spent more time in a room full of gadgets than seeing what the world outside had to offer, judging by the paleness of his skin. When she shook his hand it was as though a shock rushed up her arm, involuntarily she flinched, Rachael was staggered, her first instinct was to believe Brian was one of life's people who held a lot a static in there bodies, she tried to dismiss Brian from her mind, yet she couldn't get over the feeling of her panties getting even wetter now. 

She noticed that Brain had seen her flinch and a look of concern crossed his face. He instantly let go of her hand. Alex then showed her to a seat and both chatted for a few minutes, Brian sat back down saying nothing. Rachael could watch him in her peripheral vision, as she chatted for a few minutes with Alex. She noticed him lean over to the corner of Alex's desk and pull a sheet of paper from a folder.

"Rachael, I want you to read this for me." Alex said.

She took it in her hand and quietly read it through. Both men looked at each other, then laughed. Alex asked her to read it out loud for them again she blushed. 'Brain's hot, Alex could be my next boss and already I'm making a fool of myself', she thought. So taking a deep breathe she read yesterday's news bulletins to both men in the office. Brian paused before he looked up at Alex; she read well and clearly, both absolute musts in the world of radio. Both men looked at each other and nodded, it was then that Brian asked her if she knew what a shock jock was?

When she looked totally blank, Brian went on to explain that they were looking for a newsreader for Martin Douglas's afternoon show, even she had heard of him. He was the loudest and rudest man, Rachael had ever heard talk on radio, and these two men thought it a good idea to put her on his show. 'They must be nuts' she thought. She grabbed her bag and started towards the door. 

Brian got to it first "Wait," He was now blocking her exit.

With a look on her face, that could make men turn to stone she said. "You really need to move away from the door."

It was now Brian's turn to panic; he didn't even know what made him stand, or even why he was stood against the door trying to persuade this remarkable woman to stay. He knew he wouldn't do the news in the same room as Martin. From what Alex had told him on how he had first met Rachael and figured unless he explained things real quick he was soon going to occupy space on the owner's office floor. 

"Look lets compromise, come and meet him and see what you think and if you still say no I will personally escort you to the front door myself." Said Brian.

Rachael thought it over and decided since she was here, she would like to see what a radio station looked like, and she had already decided that she wasn't going to work with Martin Douglas. Those times she had heard him on the radio; Rachael had already decided the man was a self-opinionated pig. She nodded and Brian led the way, as they reached the fourth floor they could hear Martin over the studio speakers berating some poor soul because he had the misfortune to disagree with his own opinion. They both watched Martin for a few minutes through the glass, before they see him wave them in. As they were about to go in Martin gave his producer a signal and the station went to adverts.

Martin pointed to Brian, "You get out and leave the lady here." 

He watched as they both looked at each other, and Rachael shrugged her shoulders and Brian left. She wandered over to a seat and sat watching him.

He said, "So you're the one who is going to read the news and make my coffee for me, word is you can handle yourself. Look Lady, I don't want you here so take my advice and get yourself gone."

As soon as he said that the commercials finished so she was stuck in the studio while he again berated every person that came onto the show. Rachael smiled to herself, she hadn't recognized the name but she sure knew Martin from photos her Daddy had from his youth, Daddy used to talk about a real good friend of his who got up to all sorts of mischief and sometimes got Daddy into trouble as well. Yes this was Martin the man her Daddy spoke so fondly of when she could get him sit and talk about the good old days. 

She was going to enjoy the next few minutes. Rachael put her coat down and made herself comfortable, even to the point on putting both feet up on the only other chair in the studio. She made a point of watching Martin out of the corner of her eye as he slowly built up a head of steam ready to bust her wide open when the commercials came back on. Rachael also noticed the look of horror from Brian watching her through the plate glass safety of the producer's booth.

Rachael timed it all to perfection, as the station went to commercials; Martin killed the microphones in the studio. Martin opened his mouth, and Rachael said. "You know Daddy always used to tell me stories about when he was a kid and what he and his friends used to get up to, oh and by the way, Daddy says you still owe him a twenty for the bet, that He wouldn't jump off of Jackson's bridge into the river."

For Rachael, it was the look of puzzlement on his face that she enjoyed. The steam seemed to evaporate from Martin in seconds when both his shock and his memory recovered from the realization, of what had just been said to him; finally a huge smile came to his face.

"Goddamn your Andy's little girl, no wonder you can handle yourself, how is that old crook doing?" was Martin reply. 

"Getting old like the rest of us, says his going to charge you interest on the twenty though." Said Rachael.

Brian watched totally confused as Martin laughed so much he almost fell off the chair, no one knew what was being said in the studio. Martin choosing to switch the sound off left them all in the dark. Both the producer and Brian watched open mouthed as Martin got up, gave Rachael a hug and kissed her cheek then escorted her to the door. The walk back to Alex's office was done in silence, simply because Brain didn't know what to say, yet he desperately tried to find words to what he had just witnessed. The next day Rachael started her new job as the newsreader on Martin's show.

She would go into the studio ten minutes before she was due to read the news and leave ten minutes afterwards. Brian found himself assigned to produce Martins show more often now, due to a quiet word in a few ears, when the other producers found out they too would try and catch Brian in the corridor and swap with him if they were rostered to work Martin's show. He also noticed that the ten minutes soon became twenty for Rachael, then half an hour. Soon Rachael had also started giving her opinion over the air as well. Leading too some healthy and sometimes heated debates, between them both and the listeners.

Martin's ratings started to climb. Within the year and with Martin's agreement, Rachael was co-hosting the show. Brian watched a star in the making, he desperately wanted to ask her out, but to him, she was a star now and stars don't see lesser mortals like him anymore. He felt angry with himself that he should have had the courage to ask her out sooner, he felt a little intimidated by her now. Rachael was hot and he was simply 'Brian the producer'. 

Today was Valentines Day. The day before Martin had told the listeners that he couldn't be bothered with that entire romantic clap trap. So He and the rest of the 'only real men' left in this world, where going to go hunting for the entire day. That morning Rachael was seen leaving Alex's office, and although she and Brian talked before the show, she remained tight lipped as to why she was there. They were now into the back half of the show when one of the other producers came in, Rachael noticed him instantly and insisted they went to commercial and waved Brian into the studio, then pointed to a seat next to her, not saying a word to him. The commercials over, they went live again.

"Ladies, I'm going to start a revolution. Since this great US of A Nation of ours is actually founded on one. It's Valentines Day and I have a real hottie sitting next to me, my producer Brian. Now I have spent months making eyes at him, laughing at his bad jokes, even swinging my cute ass when I manage to walk in front of him down the corridors, of this very station. To no avail, now I have it on good authority that he is not gay so I figure since its Valentines Day; it's time to take the matter into my own hands. Brian, will you go out to dinner with me tonight?" Asked Rachael.

All the blood drained out of Brian's face, for a moment Rachael thought she may need to either get him oxygen or maybe figure out where to hide the body if he refused her request for a date on radio. When Brian looked over to the producer's booth, Alex was stood there with a smile on his face. All Brian could think to do was nod to Rachael, then realized he was on the air and said "yes." So quietly that only Rachael heard it, he held her hand deciding to do something romantic, and he kissed it. Brian blushed and she watched as he fidgeted in his seat and went quite red.

"Ladies, He has just said yes and kissed my hand and in my opinion, that's my date sorted for tonight, now were going to commercials early so I can seal the deal with some heavy petting, stay tuned to KTXM Radio, in my book this cities number one station." Rachael finished off.

No sooner had the commercials started had Brian lifted Rachael off the chair and held her close, finally getting to kiss the girl of his dreams. It was the noise of clapping that made them break there kiss, when they both looked there were people in the producers booth and along the windows of the corridor, all clapping and wolf whistling loudly. They both looked at each other and smiled. Rachael winked at him. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and returned to his booth. That show made the papers the next morning, and had Alex fending off half the reporters in the city wanting to know if it was a publicity stunt and the other half for interviews with Rachael. 

It was claimed that on the back of what Rachael had done on-air, thousands of women asked men out that day. KTXM Radio was indeed breaking ground. According to the same newspapers, who had done a poll. KTXM also became the second biggest radio station in the city. Rachael and Brian were blissfully unaware of any of this. Once the show was over no one had seen them; Rachael pulled him aside and whispered in Brian's ear that he was getting one choice on this date, dinner or her. They had barely managed to check into the hotel across the road from the station and into their room, to the sound of ripping each other clothes off on the way to the bed. 

All Brian could think about while Rachael slept in his arms was their night together, when she had given him that choice; there simply was no choice. Devouring every inch of her body with his eyes, his lips and tongue. Brian didn't have sex with Rachael; he had made love to her. To him she was truly a remarkable woman and he wanted to make love to her again and again. Her skin was amazing. She seemed to change into different tones of chocolate brown as he journeyed around her body. As he sucked her thick hard nipples, gently kissed the underside of her breasts. Pushing her from one mild orgasm to another. Her breasts just held his attention for so long, Rachael had to slap him

"You better head south buster, this bed is rapidly starting to feel like a water bed and if were caught, you're footing the bill for it, because there's a hole down there needs plugging." Rachael complained. 

Yes it was an interesting night indeed. It was then he felt Rachael stir, and his mind stopped reminiscing about last night. She groaned as her eyes opened. "You've got to be kidding; does that thing ever go down? My Daddy warned me about men like you." Rolling over to face him.

They both laughed, and then Rachael moved onto Brian's body, gently lowering herself onto his solid manhood, she sighed, "I'm starting to think I had better marry you to take this off the market."




Rachael



Clamping her vaginal muscles firmly around his penis. She slowly lifted herself. Then ever so gently, lowered herself onto him again. Brian watched as her eyes burned with pure lust now. He desperately fought the urge to take one of her thick dark nipples in his mouth and suck it, he knew he couldn't, he had tormented and molested her breasts and nipples so much last night that it would be more pain than pleasure for her now. The color of her skin, now hiding the true extent of the bruises and bites he had placed on them and the moans of pleasure from her, as he did so. He rolled them both over Rachael locking her legs around his waist as she lay on her back.

"I need it as hard as you can. So slam it into me 'city boy'." Rachael said.

"I always thought us men were supposed to talk dirty to you." Said a grinning Brian.

Rachael just giggled and said, "Lover, you just saying thank you afterwards is dirty enough to make me wet for the rest of the day." 

Brian started slow and watched as she pouted her lips, and then he smiled and slowly built up speed. Rachael had to hold the wall with her hands to stop being pushed any further up the bed; such was the force that Brian was thrusting into her. With one final thrust, Rachael unlocked her legs, wrapped her arms around Brian's neck and came so hard on his penis he thought he was going to go deaf with the moans coming from her; Rachael even moving her pelvic back and forth on his penis trying desperately to lengthen the duration of the orgasm he had just given her.

When they finally left the hotel, they had just enough time to go a few blocks to buy new clothes that actually had buttons and zips on them before they had to rush back to the radio station. Making it on the air with minutes to spare, Martin looked at Rachael when she made her entrance and laughed.

Then saying. "So it is true, you can get dragged through a hedge backwards and live to tell the tale."

The first part of the show there switchboard was inundated with listeners wanting to know how the dinner date went. Eventually Martin announce that nothing else is going on in this studio until Rachael spills the beans since he himself and half the city wants to know. The studio went quiet; Martin crossed his arms and just sat there a 'gotcha' grin on his face. Rachael looked through the glass at Brian; he just smiled back and nodded. Rachael felt her heart miss a beat; she knew how she felt about Brian, there night together made her understands now how he felt about her.

"Ladies, I'm taking this one home to meet the family, if he doesn't do the honorable thing then I may have to remind him us country folk have shotguns and know the word wedding." Responded Rachael; all the while staring at Brian though the glass.

Martin was the first out of his chair and held her in his arms, swinging her around the studio, whispering congratulations in her ear for fear of being overheard on-air and ruining his reputation as a shock jock. Even Alex made an appearance to shake hands. The papers soon got wind of it and surrounded the station waiting for pictures. Alex managed to get them out of the studio and in a car heading for Rachael's hometown minutes after the end of their show. They both stayed for a few days and although Brian missed the big city he tried not to show it. Rachael was so wrapped up in showing off her hunk she didn't notice. 

The wedding was held in her hometown three months later. Martin came home for the wedding and once he and Andy got together. They reminisced well into the early hours, and many a bottle was drunk between them. Rachael refused to have anyone but Brian as a producer from then on. The station hit the number one slot for a full year; and then settled back into number two. Alex was happy, he had achieved what he had set out to do, and his instinct on hiring Rachael had proved to have been spot on. The years were good to both Rachael and Brian, four years on they still couldn't keep there hands off each other and got used to hearing 'get a room' from the staff at the station. 

But Brian wasn't stupid, after a time he started to notice small things happening, the pictures in their apartment, slowly being replaced with landscapes, every minute they weren't at the station they were in the car and at the park or out in the country. At one point he cornered Martin and asked him. He only confirmed his own suspicions. Rachael was getting home sick; it was only Brian that was keeping her in the city now. When Brian was younger he went to the zoo on a school trip, he watched as a polar bear paced back and forth, when he asked the teacher why the bear was doing that, the teacher had told him the bear was stir crazy. He loved Rachael too much to see her go stir crazy. 

So with the aid of Alex and Andy they hatched a plan. It was on one of their trips to see Andy that he sprung it all on her. Brian had taken Rachael down a road. Rachael had looked at him ready to laugh at him because she thought he was lost. It was when they arrived at the end of the lane, Andy and Alex where already there. Andy had sorted a parcel of land on the edge of town, when they told Rachael that the land was for their new house, she hugged them all and then burst into tears. It took Brain some time to calm her down before they could finish telling her the full plan. 

Alex had done a deal with the town's small radio station. KTXM was upgrading their station; in return they were going to allow Rachael to broadcast from there. Alex had syndicated there show to six other radio stations now, the town got it for free, so now her father could hear what she got up to on the air. They had moved into their new house, one month, three weeks, five days and twelve hours ago. But hey who's counting. Brian still misses the city, but faced with the choice of no Rachael or a stir crazy Rachael, country life will win hands down every day. Of course there was other perks that he hadn't taken into consideration as well.

It was on one of those days when they just upped and went for a walk, the urge took them to a small line of hills that could be seen in the distance from their back porch, the day was warm and sunny and it turned out to be well worth the walk, both sat. Brian sat with his legs wide open and Rachael sat between his legs and leaned back so she was resting her back against his chest. Both looked out into the distance. There was no need for words; just looking out over the fields and up to the hills in the distance was putting Rachael totally at ease now. Brian knew she felt truly at home. The radio show was getting more and more listeners and people were used to seeing Rachael back home for good.

The contentment between them was such. They never noticed the clouds behind them getting darker and darker until the rain spots started to descend on them both. Yet rather than run for cover they continued to sit and look out over the ridge, the rain was warm and the moment was worth holding onto, so they just sat, Rachael tried to snuggle up even closer. Brian moved his hands inside her blouse and wrapped them around her breasts, her nipples hardened to his touch and he couldn't resist trying to make them harder. 

Rachael tilted her hand to the side and softly kissed his arm and said, "You sure know what buttons to push, husband of mine."

He heard Rachael's breathing change slightly and felt her move her body away so she could put her hand behind her, then the sound of his zip being lowered and felt her fingers wrap around his penis. Brian lowered his head to her ear and gently nibbled it. A slow moan from Rachael was enough to tell him she was totally caught in the moment, as he continued to nibble on her ear. He undid the buttons of her blouse and freed her breasts and again cupped them in his hands, and slowly began to massage them; Rachael moved her fingers along his penis and slowly started to move the skin up and down. 

By now Brian could hold back no longer and removed her rain soaked blouse, pulled her hand off of his penis, a low grown of disappointment escaped her lips as he moved around her body and gently laid her on her back, Brian moved one hand under her ass and she giggled. Smiling to herself she lifted herself slightly so he could, with the other hand he undid the button to her rain soaked shorts and in one move Brian pulled them from her. The rain still felt warm as it came to rest on Rachael's body making her skin tone silkier, her breasts were firm and the nipples so hard, the flatness of her stomach, the bulge of her pubic bone and those inviting lips, all just looked so arousing.

Brian lowered his face to her pussy lips he could smell her musk as it mixed with the rain and her body's anticipation of what he was going to do to it, instinctively she moved her legs further apart and lifted them onto his shoulders, he licked the outer lips, he heard her gasps and try to force more of her body towards him. Suddenly Brian plunged his tongue into her, and she groaned as he felt her hands on his head, as if forbidding him to move, again and again he stabbed his tongue into her. Attacking her clit with his tongue as he did so. He started to lick her inner walls and slowly worked his way towards her clitoris.

"I really need to figure out how you can do this to me so I can bottle it," Her voice sounding husky now, "and maybe sell it," a small giggle escaped her.

Brian run the whole length of his tongue around her clitoris, she arched her back, held his head in her hands as another mild orgasm pushed her towards a bigger orgasm, again he run his tongue around and then over her clitoris, Rachael's back arched again, waves of pleasure helping her juices run freely and Brian stabbing her pussy with his tongue drinking from her. Eventually lifting his head and looking at her, her eyes were closed and she was panting, her sweat was mixing with the rain totally covering her body, the dull brownness of her skin was now a soft shinning satin brown that seemed to amplify her beauty.

He still had Rachael's legs on his shoulders and as he moved up, Brian watched her pussy move with him, and then opened slightly, the brown/pinkness of her inner lips challenging him almost daring him, to do more to it. He placed his hardness against her, then entered her slowly watching her pussy lips envelope him to allow him in, then withdrew, and her pussy lips trying desperately to slow his withdraw. She let out a small whimper of disappointment, then a gasp as he entered her again, this time harder, then as deep as he could. Her legs now fell either side of his body as Rachael grabbed his head and lifted hers so there faces were inches apart. He looked deep into her big brown lust filled eyes.

She kissed him brutally hard, and then said, "I want you to fuck me deep and hard." 

She then let him go and lay back on the ground. Brian lifted himself to his knees, there bodies still locked together, he could feel his penis rubbing the inside of her pubic bone as he moved, Brian took hold of her hips and withdrew as far as he dare and slammed hard into her, again and again. Rachael was moaning and panting as she came again, when he almost withdrew he would find the strength to go harder and deeper inside her when he returned. Rachael had moved her legs around him now, denying him an exit. Not that he wanted one. His wife was so hot at moments like this he wished he could stay here forever. 

Brian could see her outer lips puffed up. Wrapping themselves around his penis covering it in juices from Rachael as again he slammed hard into her, her whole body arched again, his slow build up had taken its toll on her and one mighty orgasm took her from him, as she let out a deep throated scream and her legs relaxed there hold on him. Brian decided that he wanted more from her now. He pulled out of her and stood over her, she opened her eyes questioning why he had stopped, as Brian took his shirt off, she knelt in front of him and took his penis in her mouth, her tongue running along the underside, then the head of his penis, her hand went to his ass and with the added leverage, pulled his body towards her, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. 

As Brian looked down he instinctively knew where her other hand was, she was franticly rubbing her pussy her fingers making a sucking noise as they sometimes entered her, he withdrew his penis from her mouth, Brian was close to coming and wanted to make this moment last a little longer, he told Rachael to lay back down and masturbate, she smiled and winked at him, as she again laid back on the ground with her knees bent. He knelt down by her so he could get a good look. She turned to him.

"You want it all today don't you lover, ok you can watch but you can't touch." Saying it in mock seriousness and again winking at him.

They both knew it was all bravado, the chances of either of them keeping their hands off each other for any length of time was simply unimaginable. Rachael had always loved to masturbate. She once told him when he watched her, she would get more daring and enjoys it more, her eyes fluttered shut and her face was calm, first one hand moved around her outer lips, although they were already puffed up and full of blood they seemed to get bigger as her fingers gently run along them, her other hand was pressing down on her pubic bone, marking time, waiting. Her arousal state was already desperately high so it didn't take long for her to use her fingers to open her lips and plunge the fingers of her other hand inside.

She was rubbing hard on her clitoris now, Brian watched as her juices where running down her pussy, mixing with the rain and onto the grass where she lay, the sounds of squelching as she teased then abused her clitoris, just as her orgasm built itself up she would hold her clit between her forefinger and thumb and rub it hard. Then she stopped, her body arched and she let out a scream of pleasure, again her body arched and her legs clamped shut refusing to let her fingers move until she had received every last ounce of pleasure from them. 

As she lowered her knees exhausted now, he knew it was his turn. He pulled her legs apart and pushing her hand away and sucked hard on her clit, Rachael wasn't expecting this and it sent her body shuddering towards another orgasm with the speed of an express train, her hand now on the back of his head. Her clit was so abused now but she wouldn't let that little nub of pleasure deny her more. One last time Brian sucked it into his mouth and Rachael screamed her orgasm from her very soul. They both rested for a moment. 

Rachael desperately trying to suck oxygen into her body, as though that very lung full would re-energize her body enough give her the strength to pull yet another lung full into her. Brian now rested his head on her pubic bone and hips, his shoulder getting soaked from the mix of rain and cum that oozed from her. The warm gentle rain helping to cool poor Rachael's body, she was panting so hard now.

"Turn over I want you on all fours." Demanded Brian.

Again Rachael giggled and complied with him. Still on his knees he could see her vagina swollen as never before, juices just oozed from her. Brian held her hips no pre-amble was needed now, both had built up to this, Rachael had cum so much now, she was sore and exhausted, but refused to let her body stop, this man about to enter her meant more to her than any ache or pain, he was truly the love of her life and she desperately wanted him to cum so very deep inside her now. In one motion he forced himself into her, then again and again, harder and faster Rachael was loosing all sensation in her legs and he thought she may collapse in a heap on the floor, so he held her hips tight and continued forcing himself into her. 

She was closing in on another orgasm and screamed at him, desperate that he fucked her even harder. He in turn kept forcing himself into her harder and faster. Brian could wait no longer and with one final push he buried himself as deep into her as he could and emptied himself into her, she screamed another orgasm and with little energy to do anything else, she flopped to the ground. His cum soaked penis slipped out of her, Rachael was on the ground gasping for air, a mix of her juices and his oozed from her swollen pussy lips, the warm gentle rain still beat down on there bodies mixing with there sweat. 

Her chest was heaving as it tried so hard to pull oxygen into her exhausted body, Brian turned her over, laid on top of her, he interlocked there fingers and held both hands now on the ground above her head, with what little reserve of energy and will power she had left she lifted her legs and lowered her feet between his legs, locking him in. This man was going know where. Brian smiled and kissed her, reluctantly he let her hands go and her arms wrapped around him and she kissed him back harder. The warm steady rain running over there bodies as they just lay there, huddled in each other's arms. To them, the only place in the world they ever wanted to be. 

It took them both some time now to summon up the energy to move, they dressed into their rain soaked clothes and headed back to the house, ran a bath and then soaked their mud covered bodies. Yes country life does have its perks, a hot and loving wife, clean air and an incredible amount of dirty sex. Every day he woke up with Rachael in his arms a smile on her face even when she is asleep. He used to wake at odd times just to see if the smile would still be there, it was. In his heart he knew he had made the right choice. Yes he still missed the city, but he knew as the days came and went the need for his beloved city diminished. 

To someone like Rachael the big city was little more than a gilded cage, it took its toll on her and she fought back for as long and as hard as she could. But in her heart she is and always will be, a country girl. 



Rachael



As she walked into the room she felt everyone's eyes look at her. She was absolutely stunning. At 5'8 and 25 years of age she had perfect 36C breasts with pert nipples, a toned athletic body, and long auburn hair that contrasted with the sparking blue in her eyes. Her skin tight silk dress conformed to her body like it was very much a part of her and her 4 inch high heels showed her ass off like no other shoe had before. Rachel was the girl of everyone's dream. The fact that everyone's eyes were on her didn't bother her one bit. As she looked around the room there was only one person there who wasn't looking at her. This did bother her. She was used to being the center of attention and absolutely loved when both guys and girls lusted after her. 

The guy in question was sitting at the bar drinking a gin and tonic. She could tell that he knew that everyone was staring at her but it didn't look like he cared much. He looked to be around 28 years old, short but shaggy brown hair, a clean shaven face, and a body that looked that it could handle anything. As the club started back up to their dancing, drinking, and flirting she made a quick circuit of the room. She waved to various people that she knew, threw flirty glances to both guys and girls that were checking her out, but still kept an eye on the guy that hadn't even looked up. 

As she came around to the bar she noticed a small opening on the guy's right shoulder. She came up to the bar and squeezed in between the people to the right and the guy making sure her perfect breasts were being pushed into the guy's shoulder. She got the barman's attention and asked for a White Russian with a shot of vodka on the side. The guy moved a bit off to the left so she wasn't crushing him as much. This really got on her nerves. Not only was he not paying attention to her, he was backing away from her. As she stood quietly by his side he finished his drink and ordered another. By shear happenstance she found that the guy's name was Jack. Jack took his drink from the bartender, paid for it, then got up and started wandering around the room. As soon as he left there were three guys asking her if she wanted to dance. She downed her vodka and said yes to all three of them. 

Out on the dance floor she danced and grinded with the three guys while still expertly holding her drink and taking sips every now and then. As she finished one drink, another guy would bring her another and she wouldn't even have to leave the dance floor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the guy standing by a pillar in the back just watching the whole scene. After downing another drink and dancing till the end of the song she claimed it was the bathroom for her and took off in the direction of the bathroom. She did her business and then walked to the mirror. She put on gloss lipstick and dabbed a bit of her perfume behind her ears and between her breasts. She knew the scent drove men crazy. 

As she left the bathroom her eyes zeroed in on Jack across the way. He had just finished his drink and was heading out the door. She cursed her luck and started towards the door after him. A couple of guys got in her way wanting to dance with her. She gave each a peck on the cheek and politely refused. She reached the doorway to the club and walked outside. Jack was nowhere to be seen. She walked around the edge of the building where there were more cars when suddenly a tall dark figure pushed her up against the building. So perfectly timed was this person that she was actually standing in the one section of wall where there wasn't any light. As she was facing the wall she couldn't see who was behind her. 

With her heart pumping she felt a hand starting to caress the back of her thigh then slowly making its way up to her ass. She got a race of adrenaline because she had "conveniently forgotten" to wear a pair of panties. The hand reached her ass and started massaging it. After a while it moved a finger between her crack and pushed a little on her anus. She stifled a moan as it explored her nether regions. The finger then moved to her shaved pussy and moved over her enterence, lips, and clit. It spread the lips wide and lubricated a finger on her juices. It then moved to her clit and started rubbing it. All the while she was stifling moans of pleasure and feeling shame of being felt up by an unknown stranger. More shame came in a wave when she felt her body respond to this unknown finger. Her pussy started flowing juices down her thighs and she felt ashamed by her body's response. 

Suddenly the finger entered her pussy and got drenched by her juices. In and out it moved with such accuracy it caused her to climax right then and there. But the finger was not done yet. It pulled out of her and moved back to her anus. A feeling of horror came over her when she realized what it was going to do. It rubbed all around her opening then entered her from behind. Even more shame came over her when her pussy responded by flowing even more juice around her area and down her thighs. 

As it moved in and out of her, she found herself moving backwards to meet this unknown finger in her ass. She had never been ass fucked and never wanted it. But with the pleasure that was coming from it she began to enjoy it more and more. Then suddenly without warning she felt a second finger enter her. Her ass was on fire but it felt so good. She responded by moving farther back onto it as her body accommodated this new intruder into her person. It started moving faster and faster in her ass and she was moving faster and faster to get it into her as far as she could. Then she climaxed again. As she shuddered and fell against the wall she felt the fingers leave her ass. 

She thought her ordeal was over until she felt a strange object between her thighs. It moved around a little then entered her pussy getting drenched by her juices. As it exited her she felt another object enter her pussy as well; being coated by her juices. It came out of her then she felt pressure on both her anus and pussy. She had heard of this before but never seen or experienced it. It was a double penetration plug. It was designed to heighten a girl's excitement by pushing both outward and inward on itself. It had small little balls in it that moved around and pulsated whenever she moved. She felt her body give a little resistance as it was pushed up into her. The pain of both of her holes being filled and stretched was almost more than she could handle and then instant pleasure. Just by entering it into her she had another orgasm that left the plug just overflowing with her juices. 

As she thought of what was going down between her legs she never realized that a hand with a handkerchief had made its way around to her head. The last thing she remembered before going unconscious was that although it was very scary what this person was going to do to her later, because of the immense amount of pleasure and shame that she'd gone through already, she was ready and willing to face what was coming next. 

To Be Continued... 



Rachael



Author's note: This is a fantasy. Well, so far... My thanks to the young woman who inspired it. 

*****

The train was late. Sandy fidgeted nervously before the announcement board, impatient in his lust. He reached Platform 15 as the train sighed to a halt, searching faces. Then she was before him, breathless and trepidatious. Maybe scared. But that was as it should be. He grabbed her roughly, pulled her into a harsh kiss. No love, just lust, and their mutual needs. His fingers slipped under her slutskirt, found wet cunt:

- Good girl. Did you have fun on the train?

A whimper:

- Sorry master, I couldn't find anyone to fuck. Just flashed a couple of guys.

- Aye weel Rachael, you'll be punished for that. You had your instructions.

*****

In the taxi she was shaking as she fastened her collar. He locked it, reached into her top to maul her tits. God she was perfect, his new slavegirl. Soaking cunt, fear and lust in her eyes. He fumbled the driver a twenty, attached the leash to her collar, and dragged her into his home:

- Lose your clothes.

Her eyes fell. He took photographs whilst she stripped, his cock rising as her young body was revealed. He'd had her once before, just for a weekend, under very different circumstances. This time there was no cause for equivocation on his part: she was his to do with as he wished. She wanted that; had travelled three hundred miles to get it. And in using and abusing her without restraint, he knew he'd be punishing the lover who had recently abandoned him. God he was turned on that a woman so young was his slave. But there was a problem:

- I told you to get waxed slavegirl.

A whimper. Tears. She shivered:

- Sorry master. I... I couldn't get time off from work.

- Uhuh. So two infractions; no wax and no fuck on the train. You need serious punishment, slave. But first, your cunt must be naked. 

He grabbed the leash and yanked her into the bathroom. Pointed to his electric beard-trimmer and wet-shave gear: 

- Get on with it.

She sat on the edge of the bath and switched on the trimmer. He watched engrossed, taking photographs as she applied it above and over her cunt. The brown silky hair fell away. Soon all was reduced to stubble, notably damp around her labia and below. She turned off the machine, glanced shyly at him:

- Is that better master?

He moved to her, stroked her wetness, kissed her mouth gently:

- A good start slut. Now the wet-shave. Here, let me help you.

He filled the basin with steaming water, put razor and brush in it to heat, and removed the cap from his shaving-stick:

- All yours slut. Want me to soap you?

She nodded. She'd never used a shaving brush before. He knelt to inhale and lick her wet cunt before he started. Tangy and dirty, completely unlike the sweet fruitiness of his former lover. He liked it. Licked more. Was tempted to continue as she began to moan, but resisted. For now. He brushed a rich lather all over the stubble, gave her the razor:

- Completely naked for master.

She stroked inexpertly till his frustration required him to intervene:

- Your master needs to do that.

Within minutes she was shaved, rinsed, and baby-smooth. He was unable to resist, knelt to suckle her tangy sex:

- Jesus girlslave, this is beautiful.

- It's yours master. Your cunt, to use as you wish. You own it, I promised you.

- Open your legs wide, I need to examine it.

He peered and licked, then slapped it hard:

- I know you need to be used. You will have your needs fulfilled. And you'll get your first proper orgasm, I promise you. Now, bedroom.

During the previous scene they'd shared, she had said she'd never had a full orgasm. With anyone, in any way. He'd been frustrated that he hadn't been able to give her one then. Was determined that this time he would.

She stood in his room, her young body trembling. Delicious small tits with puffy nipples, quite unlike the proud hard ones of his former lover. He shivered at the memory. But this girl was his now:

- What does master want?

- Slave has earned punishment for her infractions. On the bed, on your back.

- Yes master. 

God she was so deliciously biddable. His cock jerked as she lay on the bed, legs spread, cunt glistening with need, waiting to be secured. He stripped quickly, padlocked the cuffs on her wrists to the headboard:

- Lift your legs. Ankles beside your hands.

Her cunt and arse gaped invitingly. Fuck he was going to enjoy her. Use and abuse her, but in doing so pleasure her. Fingers trembling with excitement, he secured her ankles to the bedhead. She was all his. She wanted this as much as he did. She was bright and intelligent, though he knew her life was troubled. He might want to help her in other ways if he could, but for now all he could give her was the abuse and sex she craved. 

He knelt between her spread thighs, smelling her delicious need. Licked there, cunt and anus. But before he fucked her, she needed pain. 

Opening his intricately-carved Chinese chest, he selected the flogger and nipple-clamps ordered specially for this girl. Both were too evil to have been used on his former lover; but he'd discussed them with Rachael, shown her them online, and she'd been eager to try them.

The flogger had steel tips to the falls. The clamps were crocodile clips. He moved to the bed with them. Applied a clamp to a puffy nipple. She screamed, so loudly that he considered gagging her. He had neighbours:

- Too much? Want the other one slave?

She gasped, tears running down her face. God he loved that...

- I'm collared for you master. I haven't called my safeword.

- Jesus you're gorgeous...

He was panting as, watching her writhe in agony, he applied the other clamp. His prick had never been so hard. He showed her the cruel flogger:

- Want this too slave?

She flinched through her tears:

- As master requires. Slave has earned it.

He ran the steel tips across her face. Over the soles of her feet; down the backs of her splayed legs. Dangled it over her cunt so the tips just feathered her. She squirmed in anticipation. Sandy was trembling with excitement. He raised his arm and the device flailed her gaping vulva. Not too hard the first time.

- More?

She nodded.

The next time wasn't play. She shrieked as the cruel tips assaulted her nerve-endings. He heard no safeword. Started beating her seriously, but knew his excitement was getting out of order. Nearly beyond his careful self-control. Had to stop... His cock was dripping. Needing to spend in her. He ate her first, relishing this sharp new taste, and slid into her inflamed cunt:

- This what my slave needs?

- Ohgod master yes. Take your Rachael. And master?

- Aye?

- That was wickedly good. I'm so close...

Unbelievably beautiful. He fucked her with care at first, ensuring that his cockhead struck her gspot on every thrust. Fingered her clit, watched as she squirmed and moaned, knew she was rising. Wanted her to achieve orgasm, his strange needy girl. But he couldn't hold out much longer as he took this sexgirl forty years younger than him... such a tight cunt...

She tensed. Convulsed and screamed, her eyes rolling up. And his spunk surged in her. Jesus, what a gorgeous fuckslave.

He sank on her groaning form, sweat pouring from both of them. Licked her everywhere he could:

- That was so beautiful Rachael. Thank you.

She smiled shyly at him:

- You made me cum master. For the first time in my life, you made me orgasm. Please, undo the cuffs. I need to hug you.

Tenderly, he unfastened her. She moaned as he removed the clamps and sucked her inflamed nipples. She hugged him tight, and he licked and kissed all over her face:

- God that was wonderful, my sexgirl. A most beautiful scene. And the fuck... your cunt is heaven. Thank you for allowing me bareback.

- That was the best scene I've ever enjoyed master. And to think, we've several days together now... your girl wants everything you wish to do to her.

- You'll get it all, sexgirl. But before we get dinner, I think you need leather. 

- God I want that. But please master, can I pee first?

- Only if I watch.

- Oh, I remember last time, you made me pee in front of you. I'd never done that before. It... um... it was exciting. And humiliating.

- Come to the toilet. You don't know what humiliation is yet.

He grabbed her hair and dragged her to the room, clutching his camera.

- Crouch over it, seat up. I need to see and photograph everything.

She crouched. Her face was anguish:

- Please master, I need to but I just can't...

He moved closer, kissed her mouth as he stroked her inflamed cunt, teasing the clit, easing his finger between her swollen folds, rubbing the urethra:

- Piss for master, slave. Piss now...

There was a trickle on his fingers. He put his hand to her mouth so that she could lick it off. Then the camera clicked as the urine gushed from her. The most delightful humiliation shone on her anguished face.

- Now stay there slut. Master needs to piss too.

Camera still in hand, he crouched close to her, kissed her mouth, and pointed his cock at her cunt. This was new for her; last time she'd begged him not to do it. This time there was no protest. The camera clicked as his yellow liquid sprayed her sex. He wiped her dry and instructed her to suck the last dribbles from his cock.

- Good girl. Now back to bed. Hands and knees. You need leathered for failing to seduce anyone on the train.

God he knew how much she needed pain. Relished the heavy belt as he hefted it:

- Just leather slave, or the buckle too?

- A... as master wishes.

Fuck. She'd get it then. He started with the leather, edging it as he swung so it bit hard into her presented arse. When she was glowing and marked, he knelt behind her. Her cunt was streaming. He lapped the sexfluid, pulled her arsecheeks wide, and licked into her anus. He'd have that later... But she'd asked for buckle, and she would get it.

He swung only twice. Drew blood on the second strike.

Left her whimpering on the bed, donned his dressing gown, and went to fix dinner. Called to her half an hour later when all was ready:

- Come and get it. Use the red dressing gown on the back of the door. No other clothes.

*****

The dinner was simple: grilled salmon steaks, boiled potatoes, steamed broccoli, fresh tomatoes. A bottle of fresh light French white. 

She ate hungrily:

- I didn't know you could cook master?

- Nothing fancy, but I've learned to look after myself.

Once they were done, he ordered her:

- Master cooked. Slave washes up.

- Yes master.

She'd just finished, was drying her hands, when he moved into the kitchen behind her. Reached round into the dressing gown for her cunt. Good and wet:

- Come here slave.

He dragged her into the living room, fingers hooked in her vagina:

- You told me you've never squirted, girl.

- No master, I don't think so.

- You'd know if you had. That means you haven't. Let's see now...

He took her into his arms, kissing her with a passion that surprised her. Tweaked and played with her nipples, then drew the clamps from his pocket and applied them. Not the vicious ones: this pair had soft covers where they bit her buds. But they still hurt: her tits were recovering from their previous encounter. 

She gasped into his kiss. His hand went to her cunt again: drenched. God he loved how she got off on pain. His fingers curled into her, found the spongy patch. She groaned in his mouth as he began rubbing:

- Master's going to make slave squirt.

Her arms wound round his neck, mouth against his, slack with desire. As the rubbing intensified, she began to tremble, her cunt squirming in need against his busy hand:

- Yes master. Slave so wants that.

- Just let go my little whore. It'll feel like you need to pee, just let go, let it happen...

She shuddered against him:

- Ohfuckohfuckohfuck...

Her entire being convulsed, and his hand and wrist were soaked. He knelt and drank the last few squirts, then carefully wiped the rest of the liquid with the dressing gown she wore. And removed it: 

- Now bend over the table. Master's going to have his slave's arse.

She obeyed, smelling he flowers he'd bought for her arrival. She didn't much enjoy it in her arse, but she had collared herself. He didn't go to the bedroom for lube, fetched olive oil from the kitchen instead. God her arse was beautiful, bruised and blooded, young and inexperienced. He'd never before needed to fuck as he did at that moment:

- Pull your cheeks wide for master.

She complied, trembling. The fact that she didn't like it in her arse made it more exciting for him. He thrust his dripping cock in her. Oh jesus, so tight, so exhilarating. This was all for him, and he used her hard, didn't give a fuck about her this time. Reached to pull and maul her tits as he fucked her... knew he wouldn't last long. Balls tightening, ohfuck, the terrible beauty was born... and he filled her with spunk. Delicious pure dirtyfuck. She was a delight. When eventually his prick softened and withdrew, there was shit on it:

- Up slave. On your knees. Clean your master.

He stroked her face tenderly as she took his limp cock in her mouth.

Before they went to bed he ordered her to remove the chain his former lover had fastened round his neck two years previously.

*****

There was much to do the next day. He'd promised to buy her clothes for promotional photos for her website. There would be social fun afterwards. 

She was scantily clad, so he slipped a light raincoat over her form before they left the flat. It gave him satisfaction to parade her through his city, collared and leashed. He bought her clothes. But he was really looking forward to the shoe shop. She wore a short slut-skirt, thigh-highs, and no panties. No bra under her translucent top. It was hard to find a shop with male attendants, but eventually they managed. She was scared witless, and had to be dragged in.

- Can I help you?

The attendant was about forty, reasonably good-looking, with the unctuous manner of salespersons everywhere. He was even rubbing his hands. His brows rose when he noted the collar and leash. 

- These black boots in the window. Do you have them in her size?

- I'm sure we do sir. Perhaps I should measure you madame? Please take a seat here.

She sighed with relief, removed the coat, and sat. At least it was in a corner, and didn't face the window. 

The man brought the measuring device and knelt before her:

- If you could just raise your left foot madame, please?

She remembered her master's instructions and parted her legs a little. Raised her left foot. The assistant concentrated on the measuring device. Eventually raised his head to look at her. His eyes widened in surprise. Excitement coursed through her and she flooded. He must have seen it. Fuck, she could smell herself. 

He was a professional; he'd seen it before. His recovery was instant:

- Thank you. Now the right please, madame.

She parted her legs wider. Fiddled at her collar, and unfastened the top buttons of her blouse. She leaned forward, close to the assistant's ear. Whispered:

- Sorry, I'm a bit deaf. What did you say?

The man's head was reeling. This was beyond his training or experience:

- Err, your right one now, please madame...

She leaned closer:

- My right what?

- Um, foot, madame. Please. 

Rachael sat back and placed her right foot on the measuring device. God she was enjoying this poor man's discomfiture. The tops of her thigh-highs were soaked.

Master touched her wet cunt whilst the man left to search for the boots:

- Is slave enjoying herself?

- I was terrified at first master. But now, yes, you know I'm very excited.

- I'll tell him to cop a feel then...

The assistant returned, smiling nervously, and knelt before her:

- I think you'll find these are the right size madame.

- Please put them on for me? My back's sore.

Her legs parted as the assistant began to slip the first boot on. She raised the leg so he could access the zip at the back. Her pungent aroma filled the air and her cunt gaped before his eyes.

Sandy leaned down to the man:

- Like what you see?

The assistant's voice was hoarse:

- Fuck. Err, sorry sir. Aye, of course I do...

- Want to feel and taste?

- Shit. Is the Pope a Catholic?

- Go ahead then. 

The man looked nervously at Rachael.

- You don't need to ask her. I own her. I give you permission to touch and taste what you can see.

The assistant zipped the boot up. Nervously looked round, then at Sandy, a question in his eyes.

- Go ahead. Slide your fingers up her thigh. She wants it. She wants you to touch her cunt. You can see and smell how wet it is.

The hand was shaking. It moved slowly up the thigh. Rachael quivered in excitement, and the movement of hand and thigh stimulated her further:

- Go on. Touch me. Touch my cunt. 

The assistant's palpitating fingernail caught in her thigh-high, and a slutty rip appeared.

- For fuck's sake, touch me. Get me off.

His hand moved up the last few inches of fleshy thigh quickly, slithering on her juice. She moaned as he reached her sex:

- Slide them in. Get me off.

He knew what he was doing. Twisted his hand so it was palm-up to her sex, and his two middle fingers entered her. Sandy tweaked her nipples through her blouse and she wailed softly:

- I need it hard man. Wank me hard. Thumb on my clit. 

Sandy watched in fascination when Rachael's hips rose from the seat, her face a grimace of sexual anguish as the assistant grunted to serve her. But she couldn't cum, and the man sat back, defeated. Sandy kissed her mouth:

- You did well, slave. Thank you.

*****

They ate in a wee Lebanese restaurant in the West End. Sandy was ebullient; Rachael a bit subdued after her experience in the shoe shop. The restaurant staff had looked askance as they entered; they'd only ever previously seen him with his ex-partner. But both the service and the food were, as always, impeccable. Once they'd finished and paid, he stroked her sex-sticky thigh under the table:

- If we find someone suitable, do you want your DP, slave?

She shivered, looked down. Then up in his eyes, a glow there he hadn't seen before:

- I... I think so master. I'd like... to know what it feels like to have two cocks in me. Yes. Please.

He smiled, delighted at the final assurance in her voice. He and his ex-partner had discussed MFM threesomes at length, had three times tried and failed to arrange one. It was an experience he'd wanted for years, and with this biddable new slave he knew he'd have it. He drew her from the restaurant and hailed a cab.

The munch was in an elevated corner of the pub as usual, not in a private room. None of the attendees were friends, just acquaintances, and he'd fucked none of the subs. He'd removed Rachael's leash, but not her collar, before they entered: it was etiquette not to be too overt here. He introduced her round, noting which of the doms seemed interested in her. Left her to her own devices and chatted to a couple of subs he fancied, whilst watching who was talking to her. One of the subs was very friendly. Strange how women sometimes appeared more interested in an attached than a single man. 

Rachael had been chatting to Gavin for some time. Sandy liked the guy: he was reserved and intelligent, unlike some of the self-important fools who style themselves doms. He made a date with the sub for the following week, and joined Rachael. He sent her to the bar to order drinks:

- Hi Gavin. D'ye like her?

- She's a bit quiet, but she's in a strange city I suppose. Aye, she's nice.

- Fancy her?

- Oh fuck aye, she's red hot. She's been flashing me; I could smell her.




Rachael



- She's up for something new tonight.

- Uhuh. What's she after?

- She's never had two cocks in her before and she wants it.

- Fuck, beautiful. Need some help?

- I have a few attributes, but I only have one cock. I know she fancies you. Though I didn't realise she'd been flashing you. She needs punished for that. Not for doing it, but for doing it without permission.

Gavin nodded a smile:

- I'd like to watch the punishment...

Rachael put the drinks tray on the table, showing Gavin her tits. 

- So slave, d'ye fancy him?

- You mean...? Oh master. Will you share me with him?

- You know I will. And he wants to watch you being punished. Take photos of it. 

- Punished master? I... I've done everything you instructed today. 

- I did NOT instruct you to flash your cunt or tits at him.

She whimpered:

- Sorry master. I just wanted him to know I was interested.

- There are less brazen ways of doing that slave. You've earned a cunt-flailing with the special flogger. 

Gavin was interested:

- Special flogger?

- Aye, it has steel tips to the falls.

- That I must see!

- You will. Now pal, do you want her cunt or her arse first?

- Mmm. Cannie say. Need to see and feel the goods. 

- Slave, take Gavin to the toilet and let him see and feel what you have to offer. But no fucking, d'ye hear? I'll check your cunt and arse for spunk when you come back, and if there is any, the deal's off. 

They returned presently. Gavin, smelling his fingers, said: 

- I'll take either Sandy. And she has such sweet tits.

- Aye, doesn't she? Now you slave, stand.

In the crowded pub it was easy for him to finger her cunt and arse under the slutskirt. No evidence of spunk. He took her in his arms and kissed her:

- Good girl. Now let's go. Oh, and Gavin, one condition: you wear a condom. I'm the only one who gets to spunk my slave.

- If that's the price, fine.

*****

They both played with her in the taxi. She squirmed and moaned. She'd never had four male hands and two tongues on her before; never felt more sexually desired. She was as aroused as she'd ever been when they arrived at master's flat. She was dragged inside. Straight to the bedroom. She required no instruction. Tore her clothes off, stood naked before them, sexjuice leaking down her slutty ripped thigh-highs. Her master nodded to Gavin:

- Sling the slut on the bed. There's a spreader bar in that kist. Hold her down whilst I flog her cunt. She screams beautifully.

Scream she did as the vicious tips dug into her vulva, leaving a few lacerations. The men left her panting and weeping on the bed as they stripped.

- So Gavin, you want her cunt or arse first?

There was a wail from the bed:

- Master, please... he's too big for my arse. Let me ride him whilst you take me there. Please?

Her master smiled at Gavin:

- I think that means you get her arse first, don't you pal?

Gavin looked a bit nervous:

- I don't want to hurt her.

- Fuckin idiot. She likes to be hurt. And there's plenty of lube, over there with the condoms.

Sandy lowered himself on the bed on his back as Rachael watched the other man roll the condom down his substantial organ. She stank of sexneed.

- Impale that stinky cunt on your master's cock, slave.

She kissed and mounted him, and felt Gavin squeezing lube in her arse as her master's heat slid in her vagina. She was trembling with fear. And profound excitement. She'd fantasised about having two cocks in her for years...

She moaned as master's teeth bit into her nipples. She had fully enclosed his prick now, was waiting... ohgod... the flesh probed her anus. Master held her tight. Gavin forced his way in. Thank Christ she'd had master's cock there the previous night. She wailed in pain as her arse was penetrated... this guy was far too big, but she'd no choice. He was relentless, constant growing pressure as her muscles screamed at her. Sandy watched her face, entranced. Pain was there, but lust too, as she was doubly impaled. 

He felt Gavin in her, sliding next to him through the membrane. They began an opposing rhythm, fucking her gently at first. Rachael's face changed. No more pain now, just intense pleasure whilst she was filled as she'd never imagined. Her cunt leaked sexneed on Sandy's body and she increased her movements, causing Gavin to speed up to match. She surprised her master by talking to him, something she'd never done when they fucked:

- Jesus master, this is so good. So depraved, getting fucked in two holes at once. Wish I had a cock to suck on too... fuck me harder you guys, use this slave... oh fuck, gonna cum, need to explode... so fuckin dirty... cum in this slut, need your spunk... oh jesusfuck...

She wailed her release and her body contorted so hard that Gavin's cock was expelled, leaving the condom hanging obscenely from her sphincter. He spent all over her back as her master surged in her cunt, filling her. She collapsed on Sandy, gasping:

- Oh, the best, the very best ever...

Eventually Gavin pulled his clothes on, and Sandy tenderly put the red dressing gown over her spunked back. She was a mess, but a sexy mess. He turned to Gavin:

- Time for a dram before you go pal?

- Sounds just right, aye.

He poured three Laphroaigs in the living room. Gavin sat beside her, stroking her thighs through the slutty torn stockings. She whimpered:

- Stop that, or you'll make me want more. I'm getting wet again.

Gavin looked at Sandy:

- I could do with a go at her cunt. That okay man?

- Sure. Do it in here, the lighting's better for photos. Go get a condom.

Gavin returned to find Rachael draped over the pink button-back chair, her upper thighs shiny with liquid, holdups stained and torn. Sandy was facing her, his cock in her throat. Gavin didn't even bother to remove his trousers this time, just dropped them to his knees and sank his pole in the beautiful needy twat presented to him. He didn't last long, gazing at her young arse and back as he fucked her roughly. Christ how he wished he could have a young slave like her... and his spunk erupted in the condom on that thought. 

Sandy withdrew his cock from her throat:

- I suppose you need another dram after that Gavin?



Rachael and Benjamin



Rachael and Benjamin are twins, now in their mid-twenties. Their father, Pastor Robert brought them up in a very strict Christian household. He was stern, but fair, with them. Their mother died from cancer when they were very young, and as such, they could barely remember her. They grew up normally, without any real trials or tribulations during their early teen years in a secluded house about 25 miles from any kind of town. Robert's church was comprised of most of the counties residents, and was a very tight-knit community.

Rachael was an early bloomer; by the time she was 15 years old she already had a very large chest, measuring 30DD on her 5'2" frame. With her curly red hair and blue eyes, she was definitely noticed by the boys. Benjamin, also was blessed with a very athletic body and was 'abundantly hung'. At almost 5'11", he was as tall as most of the boys in his class. He shared the curly red hair and blue eyes his sister displayed, and the girls loved to see his 'six pack', if shirtless, during gym class. But they were not very worldly, observing their fathers strict Christian morals. No internet or cell phones, and limited television reception...and definitely no cable!

By the time they hit their 16th birthday things were changing. Benjamin had taken notice of his sister's huge bosom. The other girls in school or church were nowhere near that big. Even most of the local older girls and women weren't that developed! He'd often have dreams involving her big tits. Now they were 18 years old, ready to be seniors in high school after summer break was over.

Sometimes at night, before bed, he would see his sister changing into her night clothes. He'd watch her remove her bra and panties. He knew he shouldn't, but his body betrayed him. He would then go to the bathroom after she had left and touch her undergarments; feel their warmth and softness. Then he would relieve himself into the toilet.

Little did he know that his sister was watching him. She too, was beginning to feel the ache in her loins. Some nights, she'd sneak over to the bathroom and watch him jack off through the keyhole. His dick was so big!!! Not that she had anything to compare it to, as she'd never seen another one (except his own when they were very little), but she just loved to look at it. She loved to see him stroke it and watch the seminal fluid shoot out of it; wanting to feel it shoot all over her boobs.

Pastor Robert loved his children, but didn't really give them much attention after they had hit their early teens. He was the only preacher in a very large rural area, and his travels and appointments with parishioners kept him out many nights during the week, only to return home late at night. So the kids learned early on to fend for themselves concerning food and chores. He'd thought about getting an internet hook-up for them, but decided against it because of all the wickedness to be found there. 

One night, when their father was out, Rachael was about to take a shower. She had removed her clothing and had just removed her bra when Benjamin walked in on her, not remembering (or intending?) to knock. She yelled "Benjamin, get out of here. Can't you see that I'm ready to get a shower?" At first he was speechless...those huge tits just staring at him.

Finally able to form up words, he said "Damn it, Rach...I gotta piss bad; just step out and let me go!!!" "No", she replied, "Get out!!!" He told her "Well, I'm gonna piss whether you're in here or not." "Go ahead, I dare you!" she answered.

Calling her bluff, he squeezed past her to the toilet and pulled out his dick. She just stared as his urine started to flow. He saw her staring at it... "Do you want to touch it?" he asked her playfully. "Let me hold it for you while you pee!" she returned. "Sure, go ahead if you want to", he dared. She stood behind him (He loved the feeling of her huge jugs poking into his back!) peering around as she took a hold of it, using her petite hand. "God...it's so big" she squeaked! He had started to stiffen a little at the touch of her hand, as no one other hand than his own had ever touched it. 

As he finished, he asked if she wanted to shake it off the dreaded last drop. The quick shakes started to really get his blood flowing and his cock was stiffening in her hand "Wow..it's getting really hard." "Stroke it a few times and watch what happens!" he said to her. She did it, just to see why he asked her to. 

Within her own body, she felt her nipples getting very hard and her pussy getting wet. He too, noticed her nipples, which were usually puffy and large, were now very dark and erect. He also saw that her panties were very wet. His attention soon returned to his twin sister pumping his dick very slowly, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She knew he was big, but she didn't realize that it would get this big!!!

She felt all around his throbbing cock...she wanted to sit and watch it; hypnotized by it. "I'm gonna sit here on the toilet and play with it" she told him, so she moved around him to have a seat. He realized that she moved and her face was just a few inches from his hard prick. He watched her pretty face as she stared at it...she was so very beautiful. Guys at school were always hitting on her, but they but knew that her father wouldn't let her date quite yet.

She took her palm and rubbed his slick pre-cum into her hand, then bent over and kissed it...she wanted to taste the liquid on her lips. He let out a very audible moan "Did you like that?" she asked, enjoying his response. "Do it again", he begged. She did, savoring the new taste.

Soon, she just kept her mouth on it; trying to put more of it in her mouth. He was reacting to her newfound blowjob skills in ways she hadn't expected. "Do all guys like this?", she wondered. She started to pick up the pace a bit. Her hands kept stroking him...it was so big that she could only get a little more than half of it in. More and more of his juice was coming out of his 'pee-hole'. She used it, along with her own saliva to lubricate him.

It wasn't long before she felt something was different; there was more juice and his phallus throbbed in her hands! The head had a dark purple color to it; getting even bigger than before! He threw his head back, with a throaty roar said "I'm gonna cum!" She removed it from her mouth and aimed it at her tits, then watched him cover them with thick gooey shots of cum. The juice ran between her boobs and dripped from her nipples. He must've came in pints, she thought! She loved the feeling of his wad splattering against her chest.

As he began to regain his composure, she took it back into her mouth and slid it almost all the way down her throat this time. Again he felt the rush that accompanied his orgasms and, unbelievably, shot another load down her throat. She choked momentarily, but continued swallowing his sperm. He pulled back from her and stared at her cum-covered tits and just said "Holy shit sis, look at all that cum! I've never shot a load like that!" With all the pride of a first-timer, she replied "Wow...your cock tastes good!!!" The words surprised him, he thought her to be above using dirty words. 

"Now, get out!!! I need to get my shower before daddy gets home!!!" At that, Benjamin left, and she started the shower and got in. She removed her super-soaked panties and wiped her tits down with them, "I'll save this load for later". Then she got in and rubbed her clit until she had an explosive climax. Benjamin, leaning against the door, heard every last gasp in her breath as she came.

When Pastor Robert got home, the kids were already in bed. A note from Rachael stated that supper was in the fridge, just needed to be warmed up a little. As he ate his supper, she licked the remnants of her brothers load out of her musky panties.