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Saturday

By: Easyread



Before you I am on my knees. You are sitting on the edge of the bed in t-shirt. Nothing more. Nothing more. I am studying your long tan legs and following your toes up to your thighs and to the entrence of your vagina just hidden by the curtain of labia and soft pubic hair. I spread your legs with my hands and run my hands from your ankles to your thighs. But I notice a little prickling on my hands as I feel your legs. I take your hand and lead you to the bathtub. I fill it with comfortably warm water as you place bubbles in the water scented with pear. We enter the tub and face each other. 

 There are two candles lit to allow us the opportunity to see each other's eyes. Your legs are over mine and mine under yours. I take your leg and gently lather it with soap. I make sure it is lathered well so I have an excuse to feel your long toned legs. I long for them to be wrapped around my back but first they will surround my neck. I place your foot on my chest and admire your newly painted toe nails. I massage your foot for a few moments more for my pleasure than yours but I will never tell.

 I then take your razor and sweep up from your ankle to your knee and work my way around your leg careful to not injure you. I am careful near the ankle and back of your leg. “My Love do you want me to care for the thigh?” 

 The other leg is done as carefully as the first. I then bath you with soap and wash it away with luffa. Your stomach, back, breasts, shoulders, neck. You are now squeaky clean. And as you exit the tub and surround yourself with a bath towel I grab you and throw you over my shoulder. You shriek in surprise and laugh as I heave you to the bed. "But Tim I am still wet", you say. I answer, "Precisely". I wish to lick your breasts dry and then your stomach and I do. I suckle your breast as if they were a gift to me to quench my thirst for drink. I always go for the left breast first for some reason and you suggest I taste the other that it not be lonely or forgotten. I would take you now and ravage your wet body still warm from the tub but this I will save for later. 

 You have made a request of me and it is my mission to fulfill your phantasy. I have you sitting now at the edge of the bed where I cover your legs and feet with a sweet smelling lotion. I care not the scent as long as it makes your legs silky smooth. I give your flesh deep pressure and you wonder if this eve is to be a repeat of the other night. "No, it is not. It will be better..."

 I have you lay upon the bed and request you place a pillow beneath you buttocks. I prop you up and spread your legs. I lay on top of you and press myself against your thighs. I feel the fire between your legs. I kiss you for some time and enjoy the amount of skin I have the pleasure of touching all at once. It is overwhelming. I then kiss your neck, each side, and firmly just as your neck turns its way to your jaw. I would give you a hicky but you have warned me this would not look professional with your smart outfits. I tease you that I would regardless. I then kiss my way to your breasts again and absorb the cushion and beauty of the shape and form. I am thoroughly erect but you cannot tell as my penis is below your hips. You need to know, though, so you move your leg beneath me to feel the member standing at attention and the eminating heat.

 It throbs. You want it and I know it. I know that I could take you right now and that you would welcome me inside you. But again, I have other plans first. I kiss your entire stomach and place my tongue inside your navel. Perhaps a foreshadow... 

 Yes, it was, because then I move down and spread your legs and lick your thighs from the knee to the inner most thigh and it is there I grab your skin and pull very hard with my lips and tongue. I shall mark my territory here where no one but I shall know. "Tim was here", You squirm at first as the intensity of the suck irritates a bit but you submit to me. I remove my mouth to find a red circular bruise. I am proud of myself and smile at you precociously.

 Your right leg is then placed over my shoulder and the left leg is pushed aside wide and held with my hand just behind the knee and in the air. I separate your outer labia with my left hand fingers and inhale deeply through my nose. The scent make me my impulses rage. I am barely able to contain myself. I look at the view and am very turned on by this erotic moment. I then lick from back to front making sure to touch the whole opening. You arch your back and place you right hand on the back of my head clenching my hair between your fingers and matching painted nails. 

 I then begin to circle your inner labia with my tongue like a predator closing in on it's prey. I deepen the taste and drive my tongue as far inside you as I can with comfort. I wanted to taste the deep chasm of your vagina. But I know where the jewel is My Love. I work my way up to your trigger and flick the switch with my tongue. The motion releases a steady flow of juice the I must clean every so often as it begins to become messy. I taste your erect clitoris like a lollipop and then work faster. I give my tongue a break after awhile and also to tease you a bit as I know you were getting close to orgasm. But I do not want you to cum yet. So, I feel your thigh on my smooth cheek and neck and kiss your thigh again. I then rest my head on your nest and just lay there momentarily. I can feel the warmth of your womanhood and can smell your scent and it makes me crazy. You take both hands and place them on my head and caress me with one and my face with other. You say to me, "Fuck me". I return, "I intend to." 

 I bury my face again and focus my attention on your clit. My right hand slips between your legs and two fingers begin to massage your labia and I tease your clit. You are getting close to orgasm as I read your moans and body movement. Your back is arched, your head is back and legs are stiffening while spreading wider. Your muff is sweating now as is my upper lip and forehead. My fingers go deeper inside you and then I remove them and trap your legs above my arms and grab your breasts while voraciously attending to your clit. Your legs are spread and in the air. Your feet pointing at the ceiling. You are seconds from climax and I suddenly stop and rise from you. 

 You are shocked and frozen for a second. You then look at me with surprise questioning why I not finish you. I am snickering at you and you realize I am teasing. You reach for the pillow and strike me with it as I laugh. You then grab me with arms and legs and pull me to you. You guide my throbbing cock and show it a warm wet tunnel to travel. Your one leg is lifted by my arm and the other spread wide. I enter you. 

 I am thrusting you strong enough to raise your hips slightly with each return to your body. Your moans coincide with my thrusts. I am watching you writhe in passion and are clearly aroused by the position I have forced upon you. You are helpless really so your only recourse is to cum. And you do. Your voice cracks and your skin flush red. I feel you tense and tenser still with back arched. You moan again and then begin to sink into the bed while your breathing slows. You almost seem to drift off somewhere with eyes closed and quiet. I am watching you in attempt to not interrupt your experience. It did not take long for you to finish. You had sufficient foreplay.

  You then open your eyes and look at me. I am still inside you. I had released your leg and you are spread beneath me. I am on my knees. You ask me, Have you cum"? I answer, "Not yet". You then lay back with your arms above your head so I may grasp our fingers together. You know this is how I enjoy taking you. With this submissive act you have offered your body to me to satisfy my carnal desire.

 You give to me your vagina and breasts, your eyes and lips, your submission and orgasm. I climb upon you and spread you as wide as I can with my knees. I begin thrusting myself inside you and you lay there motionless with your hands pinned by mine as if saying to me, "Fuck me Tim. Fuck me!". I put the bulk of my weight upon you to further pin you down and with lips so close to yours I can feel your exhale as I say to you, "You are mine". 

 You receive me well and patiently as I violently express my hunger and satisfy it concurrently. I am close to orgasm and you look into my eyes. Small guttural sounds escape your mouth with each thrust. My orgasm is completed explosively as I press as deep as possible inside you. I press as deep as your body will allow me. My thrusts slow and become more gentle until, finally, they stop. I release your hands and they immediately seek my back and my face. My only words, "Thank you".

Saturday



I was asleep. Dreaming. I can't remember what of, but as I crossed over from that peaceful state into wakefulness, blurred sensations of warm arms holding me tight became more and more real. I was completely relaxed and felt as safe as I ever had. There's something about being held close to someone as you wake up that's always made me feel totally secure.

But then active thought began to seep in, and I realised that actually, I had broken up with my boyfriend over a month ago because I had been unwilling to go any further than light petting, and I hadn't fallen into a drunken stupor last night, so there was absolutely no reason for anyone to be in my bed with me, spooning me.

I blinked my eyes open slowly, not willing to disturb whoever my morning visitor was, and looked at his hands for an idea, any idea of who he was. When a gold wedding band caught my eye, I breathed a sigh of relief. For a minute there, I thought I had been in real danger, but it seemed it was only my step-father. While I had been studying last night and gotten to bed early, I knew that he had been out drinking with some friends. So it was understandable, I supposed, that he might have gotten the rooms confused and got into my bed instead of my mum's.

I relaxed and tried to pry his arms off of me, especially since I knew he'd be embarrassed as soon as he woke up and realised his error, but his arms only tightened around me more strongly. I gave up and waited. It was a Saturday, so there was no need for school or anything (I was in senior year) and I might as well stay in bed as go anywhere else, step-dad or no step-dad. Mum would probably be out at work, so there was no chance she'd walk in and think the worst of the situation.

I closed my eyes again and tried to think of something other than the fact that I was underdressed, in a baggy t-shirt and white cotton panties. That was it. If it wasn't for the fact that Gary had never given me any reason to be scared of him, I would have felt incredibly vulnerable.

About half an hour later, I had fallen back into a light doze and absently noticed him stirring beside me. It didn't immediately register that this wasn't him waking up, it was just a certain part of his anatomy saying good morning to the world.

That certainly woke me up, I can assure you. His cock rose and pressed back into my belly, and because we were so tightly pressed together in the first place, on its way up it gently brushed my slit. I felt a warm tingle in the base of my belly and was immediately disgusted with myself. I had never actually felt something quite like it before, but I wasn't entirely innocent and I knew what it signified.

But I let the event pass as my fault rather than his, even when he started gently rocking his hips against mine. He didn't know it was me, therefore it wasn't technically wrong. It crossed my mind to wake him up, but I was too nervous to act on it. To this day, I don't know why.

Then his hands began to move. One of them travelled up my t-shirt and began playing with my tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers until they became hard. I felt myself try to arch into him, but restrained the urge. This was wrong, and once he woke up, it wouldn't continue. His other hand travelled down past my stomach and slid into my panties. I gave a small gasp at the intimate touch and recoiled slightly, but his thick fingers unerringly found my clit and started playing with it. This time I couldn't help a small moan as my hips bucked against his hand, while his other one continued to maul my tits.

Then, like a splash of cold water, a thought popped into my head. This was skilled, not some absent-minded, uncontrollable reaction. My step-father was most likely awake.

"Gary," I whispered, just in case, my voice hoarse from arousal. "You're awake, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't miss a second of this," his voice growled in my ear. His hands continued their delightful torture, roaming all over my body and he bent his head, trailing light kisses all along my neck. I suppressed a groan and pushed his hands away, throbbing inside as I scrambled off of the bed.

"This stops here," I told him. "I'm your step-daughter." But god, how good he'd made me feel. I had never let anyone do anything like that to me before and the tingly sensation was still there, telling me to climb back in bed and damn the consequences, whatever they may be.

He followed me with a low, rich chuckle and I backed away until I was pressed against the wall. I fumbled for the door handle, but it was locked. Gary's hands pressed against the wall, either side of my head, trapping me. He towered over my petite, 5'3" frame from over six feet, and I felt enclosed, trapped. He leant in so that his mouth was next to my ear.

"I've waited for this for too long. You're not going anywhere," he hissed.

My gaze immediately flicked over to the window. We were on the second floor, but I had scaled the trellis before. However, he caught my gaze and smirked. In that instant I knew that he would either catch me before I got there, or had already locked it. He was so cocky, so sure of himself. I felt some of that tingly feeling start to be replaced by fear.

He pressed his knee between my legs, forcing them apart so that his thigh was resting along my slit. Slowly, carefully, he rubbed it back and forwards so that the blue denim caught on my panties and started to stimulate me again. I felt something wet start dribbling into my panties and bit my lip to keep from moaning my pleasure.

"No," I said clearly. "Stop." Whether I enjoyed it or not, this was rape. Surely he would stop? He had never done anything like this to me before, nor given any indication of it. Maybe it was just a sick, twisted dream.

He ignored my protest, and despite all my efforts, my body arched into his and I let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. It felt so good. So wrong, but so good. It should have sickened me that Gary was violating me, but to tell the truth I was getting off on it. His hot breath quickened against my neck and I closed my eyes.

"Please, Gary."

Suddenly, his hand grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor. I had a brief moment of idiocy, not knowing what he was going to do to me, before I started crawling away from him as fast as I could. His foot connected with my ass and it registered that there was no place I could go. By the time I turned around, tears filling my eyes, his semi-hard cock was already out of his jeans and he was half way through taking them off. His boxers soon followed, and his t-shirt. He was taking his time. Why shouldn't he? I couldn't go anywhere.

"Take your top off," he commanded. Gingerly, I started tugging it up and over my head, them clasped it in front of me as protection. At this point it was best to do what he said.

I was grateful that he left me my panties, but when he walked over to me and tried to put the head of his cock in my mouth, I kept my mouth tightly shut. I had always found the idea of oral a bit gross.

"You're going to do what I want you to," he said in a reasonable voice, slapping my face. "Or you're going to get hurt." He tore my t-shirt from my grasp and threw it across the room.

I flinched away from his violence, but obediently opened my mouth. I was unprepared for the force with which he rammed his cock into my mouth, and if he hadn't regained a hold on my head, I would have gone flying backwards. I started to choke on it, my gag reflex trying to get the huge thing out of my mouth.

He held it there for ages and I tasted something warm and salty as it became harder and wider in my mouth, stretching my lips as far as they would go. Then he started thrusting harder and harder, bringing tears to my eyes as he face-fucked me, ramming his cock down my throat over and over again.

Finally, it stopped. I sighed in relief. Maybe he'd finished with me.

"Suck it."

I froze and looked up at him.

"Put it in your mouth. And suck it."

I slowly reached for his nine-inch cock and pulled it back towards my mouth. But no matter how much he wanted me to, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, seeing if it would placate him, I stuck my tongue out and ran it tentatively along the tip of his cock. He didn't object, so I grew bolder and licked all around it, taking small bits of skin into my mouth and sucking on them before moving downwards and upwards.

And as I reached the base of his massive cock and gently started sucking his ball sack into my mouth, I realised that I was enjoying this. The aroused tingle was back in my stomach and a felt more juices come out of my cunt and soak my panties.

With a groan, he lifted me up off of his cock and threw me down on the bed.

"Little slut," he spat. "I bet you were enjoying that, weren't you?"

I couldn't very well deny it, so I lay there and said nothing. In one swift movement, he ripped my panties off and I was completely bare before him. I didn't bother trying to cover up – I was well past that.

He ducked down between my legs and I sat up, startled. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him, and I started to pull away, not wanting to do whatever he was going to make me do, before I felt his cool tongue flick across my clit.

"God you're wet. Whore. Little slut."

I couldn't do anything except groan in response as he started licking up and down me, pushing his tongue past my entrance and into my hole before coming out again and continuing to slowly go up and down again. Two of his finger came up to join his tongue, and he started flicking my clit, then rubbing it in circles, making me wetter and wetter, building an overwhelming feeling inside of me. I bucked and screamed loudly.

"Gary! No! Sto-"

I couldn't finish my words as ecstasy jolted through my entire body and I plummeted into my first orgasm. I leaned back and tried to catch my breath, but didn't have time. Gary was leaning over me, his cock poised at my soaking entrance.

"I'm a virgin," I protested, trying to move out of the way, but I was stuck fast. He was gripping tightly onto my shoulders.

"I know."

He eased in a couple of inches and came up against my barrier. I tried to resist, tried to pull away, but he held me firm.

It was in this position while slowly sliding a short way in and out, believe it or not, that he chose to have a little monologue.

"I've wanted you since long before I married your mother," he told me. I could barely concentrate. His small rocking motions were once again arousing me. I was partially disgusted with myself, but for the most part I was lost in the moment. "Your young, tight body wandering around the house in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, teasing me, leading me on. You surely couldn't think that this would go on without consequences?"

I heard the inflection in his voice and shook my head obediently. I wasn't really listening to him. My hands crawled between us and started playing with the base of his cock and my clit.

"But just like your mother, you're turning out to be nothing more than a little slut. And finally, I get to take you, just like I took her."

He rammed his full length into me and I cried out in simultaneous pain and pleasure as he ripped through my hymen. Despite my obvious discomfort, he did exactly the same again, and again, and as my cunt lips struggled to stretch to accommodate his huge member, I began to buck my hips upwards to meet him with every thrust.

Keys in the door. Footsteps on the stairs. I barely registered them, I was so caught up in the moment.

Gary started swearing. "You tell her anything, and I swear to god I will ruin you. I'll tell her you're a junkie."

"But I'm not."

"She doesn't know that."

As that sunk into my sex-addled mind, my mother knocked on the door. "Honey, I just forgot my purse. I'll be gone in a minute. Do you know where Gary is?"

"I think he went to the shops," I managed to growl out, with the man in question buried hilt-deep inside me. He slowly, torturously, pulled out and pushed back in again.

"Are you okay? You don't sound too good."

My voice was hoarse with arousal and from screaming, but I denied everything. "I'm-"

Out.

"-fine, mum."

In.

"Well, if you're sure."

Out.

"Yup," I called cheerfully.

In.

"I'll see you later, then."

"See ya, mum."

He slid completely out of me as she went back downstairs and roughly turned me over onto my front. "Nice one." He waited until the front door clicked shut again before he aligned his cock, then slammed into me from behind. After only a few strokes, I was screaming again, this time for more. 

"God, Gary, fuck me harder! Harder! Shit, that's- oh god-"

I tumbled into a second orgasm with a loud scream, while he still pounded my cunt for all it was worth. Seconds later, I was as horny as ever and close to another one. He tensed up, and I felt him cum inside me, shooting his cum straight into my womb. I came more strongly than ever as I imagined his white, sticky cum flowing through my body.

We both lay there panting until reason filtered back into my head.

"Fuck. You didn't use a condom."

"Too bad."

"What if I get pregnant?"

"I'm not finished with you yet, you little slut. You're going to enjoy what's coming next."

And despite the fear that filled me, it was accompanied by a thrill of anticipation. He was right. I was a slut and god, I was looking forward to whatever he chose to do next.



Saturday



I sat outside the store in my car, debating what to do next. There's do doubt about how excited I was, how wanting I was for what we had talked about in our chats. It would have been easy to take my new purchases home and settle into a night of self-indulgence, but I'm not known for taking the "easy" way.

I took a chance, fished my cell phone from my purse, and gave him a call. It seriously surprised me when he answered.

"I was wondering if you were going to call after your shopping trip. Did you get what we talked about?"

"Not exactly." Laughing, I said, "You should have come with me to keep me in line."

"Why's that?"

"Left to my own imagination, I've left the store with $70 worth of toys, and a preferred shopper card."

In his smooth, deep voice, he asked with a genuine tone of interest, "Really? Toys -- as in more than one? What exactly did you buy?"

"I'm not going to tell you. But I'll show you."

Silence.

"Listen -- I'm feeling feisty -- which could be very good for you. You've got a clear chance here. Just say the word and I'll show you what I bought. Otherwise...well, you know what my options are for this Saturday night and my mood."

The challenge had been made. The question was would he take it? Our real-life interactions were palpably cold to the outside observer so as not to let on to the truth. For a couple of months now, we had been carrying on a clandestine online chat affair. We played to each other's fantasies, shared our deepest desires, and brought each other to orgasm through our words alone.

Our conversation continued as I drove towards home, heading down the street that would get me to my house; the road that further down would get me to his. I started to bring the conversation to a close, letting him know that I was about to take the turn-off to get to my house because I was, well and truly turned-on and looking for some release in whatever form it took.

Then he told me to keep going -- the way that I knew would take me to him. In an instant my excitement escalated to a state of blinding desire. I needed sexual release, and I needed it soon.

I blazed down the street as fast as I dared, this last 2 miles being the longest I had ever driven. He guided me, teasing me as I went, turn-by-turn, guiding me right to him. I was beyond wet now. My silky thong was absolutely soaked through.

I pulled up to his house, took a deep breath, gathered my bag of "goodies," and slowly headed up to his door.

As soon as I got to the door, it opened. He stood there with his big blue eyes blazing, and that gorgeous grin of his. I smirked back at him as I sidled inside. As soon as he closed the door behind me, I grabbed him around the waist and spun him around, pinning him against the door. 

We stared at each other intently, taking in the fact that we were both there together, knowing that we were about to violate all of the rules that had existed between us to this point. Would one of us call this off, or had temptation finally gotten the best of us?

I made the first move, leaning forward and kissing his neck firmly. I slowly slid my hand from his waist down to the front of his jeans, stroking his hard cock through his clothes. "Hmmm...does someone have another little something here for me to play with?" I asked. He quietly moaned.

He liked when I teased him about his size. He liked when I took charge. Tonight, I was happy to play to all of his fantasies.

I stepped back, turned around, and walked over to the sofa with my shopping bag. He followed slowly, taking a seat beside me. I handed him the bag. Curiously, he opened it.

He had said that it was a turn-on to him to see how long and thick of a toy I could take. He pulled out the vibrator that I had bought. An 8" long pink delight, flaring to 2" from the tip to the base. His eyes widened in amazement as he held it, assessing its thickness. Then I turned it on, clicking through the 3 increasingly powerful speeds. The look on his face seemed to say, "Do you honestly think you can take this all?"

I replied with a confident smile.

He smirked at me, as if to say, "Prove it. I dare you!"

He knew that I would never resist a dare like that, if only to show him up. 

With that, I climbed off of the sofa. Standing in front of him, I took the vibrator from his hand, and laid it down on the seat next to him. He sank back into the cushions, expecting a show. 

I leaned forward, and kissed him on the cheek, running my hands down the front of his shirt, feeling his chiseled chest underneath. So many times I had seen his chest, but being in public, I couldn't react. I had to stand there stone-faced not letting on to anyone how much I wanted him. This time was different. He could see just how much I wanted him, and that only turned him on more. I reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt in my hands and peeled it off of him.

I took a step closer, and put one hand on his thigh, and the other on his chest for balance. I nibbled the side of his neck. I could feel the chill of excitement run through him. I trailed my tongue down his neck to his chest. Slowly, I began licking, then sucking on his nipples. He leaned his head back, and let out a contented but excited sigh.

I knelt down in front of him, resting on my heels, and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my deep-v push up bra that I had worn in the photos that I had sent to him. 

His eyes lingered over my breasts, and then followed my hands as I put them on his knees. I slowly ran my hands up his thighs, and began running my hands over the front of his pants.

"You don't get to see me play with my new toy until after I've had some fun of my own," I said defiantly.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and eased them down, revealing his hard cock. My eyes widened in surprise as I saw him for the first time in real life. 

I had seen his perfectly shaped, albeit small, cock so many times before. The photos that he had sent me in a previous chat had been the source of so much inspiration for our chats, for my dreams, and for while I had brought myself to climax.

In all of our chats, I had played into his fantasies by chiding him over his size, but until I saw him, I didn't realize just how small he really was. 4 inches. He had told me, but I hadn't believed him, until now.

His eyes pleadingly asked, "Well?"

More insistently he looked at me as if to say, "Well? What do you think?" I could sense a hint of nervousness in his face.

I looked him straight in the eye, and said with full confidence, "Well, you weren't lying when you said it was small." Smirking, I said, "Whatever in the world could I possibly do with something this tiny." I gave him a quick wink to let him know it was all part of the game. 

"It's a shame you didn't go shopping with me tonight. I would have loved to see how you measured up to the toys there," I said playfully.

That sent him over the edge. I could see that he was well and truly excited now.

I took him firmly in my hand, licking him from base to tip on the underside, and said, "but it is fantastic." I gave him a smile.

He smiled back, his eyes bright. I had him exactly where I wanted him. And he was exactly where he wanted to be.

"Now," I said matter of factly, "let's see what this little cock of yours has in him, shall we?"

I began stroking him, slowly but firmly. A quiet moan escaped his lips. With my other hand, I began massaging his balls.

I leaned close, and breathed a hot breath on his cock, barely brushing it with my lips. I leapt against my mouth, I'm sure hoping for more.

With the lightest touch, I ran the tip of my tongue up his cock from base to tip, stopping to lick up the drop of precum emerging at the top. In the faintest whisper, almost inaudibly, I think I heard him say, "Oh, yes."

I stroked him a few more times, with a gentle strength that only an experienced hand can offer. He started to shift in his seat, edging forward toward the edge.

I leaned in, looked him square in the eye, and licked my lips. I leaned over his cock, and slid him between my tightly pressed lips. I went all the way to the base in one stroke. He fit so nicely in my mouth.

I pulled back, using my tongue as I pulled my lips up and off of him, swirling my tongue around the head of his rock-hard cock. I flicked my tongue a few times over that one spot on the underside, making him arch his back and moan.

He needed to be brought back to the moment, so ever so lightly, I grazed him with my teeth. His eyes flew open with a start. I licked him again, wrapping my tongue around him.

I began stroking him again, more vigorously this time, as I leaned in and began sucking on his balls. His closed his eyes, and began moaning more loudly. That only turned me on more.

I took my free hand, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid my hand down into my soaked panties. They were so wet that the musty scent wafted in the air. When the scent hit is nose, his eyes opened slowly, and he looked down at me.

As I returned to licking and sucking his cock with reckless abandon, I began rubbing my clit. I was already so wet that my fingers glided easily between my lips and over my clit in a rhythm to match my strokes on his cock.

He put his hand on the side of my face, as if to say in that gesture, "I'm so close. I'm going to cum."

I increased the verocity with which I devoured his cock in my mouth and with my tongue. I could feel his scrotum tighten, knowing he was close. 

"Oh, I want to come on your face," he moaned breathlessly.

"As you wish," I said. I began a wild combination of stroking and licking that I was sure was going to send him over the edge. 

He arched his back and began crying out as his hot cum sprayed on my lips and cheek. He looked down at me, panting, and smiled.

I licked my lips, tasting his saltiness, and wiped the rest from my cheek. I'm sure that in that moment I was the true definition of a hot mess.

He smiled at me, and chuckled, as he got up and went into the other room to get a towel.

"Thanks," I said.

As he stepped out of the room, I reached up onto the sofa to grab my new toy, and slid off my jeans. I was already soaking wet, and the cool night air on my shaved pussy gave me a start.

I lay back, and began stroking my clit with my new pink vibrator on the lowest setting. I started to moan. 

I think it surprised him to see that I had continued on without him, because as he reentered the room with a surprised look on his face that seemed to say, "Oh my!"

I rolled my head towards him, and smiled. He sat back on the sofa with a full view of my wet lips taking my vibrator the way my mouth had just taken his cock. I was so wet that my plunging thrusts of the vibrator were audible.

To this point I had only taken in about 4 inches of the 8-inch length of the toy. He looked at me, as if to challenge me to take it all.

Defiantly, I replied, "Maybe -- maybe not."

My attitude was a definite turn-on to him. He began stroking himself in time to my pumping strokes with the vibrator.

Slowly, bit-by-bit, I took more of the vibrator in. Before long, I was able to take the full length and 2-inch width. He smiled. I knew that this was the show that he had been waiting for.

I took my toy out of my hot pussy, reached up and grabbed the towel that he had brought, and spread it out on the floor. I then positioned myself on all fours over the vibrator, and began to furiously work it in and out of my pussy.

I dropped one shoulder to the floor and reached back with my other hand to stroke my clit as I continued the assault with my vibrator. I began working the motor speed up to the second, then the third setting.

That was all it took to send me over the edge. My pussy clenched in a beat as I screamed out. A massive orgasm was upon me. I looked back to see my pussy absolutely gush, soaking the towel on the floor.

I closed my eyes, taking in the sensations, slowing my strokes with the vibrator until my pussy stopped quivering.

At the same time, he came a second time that night. 

My pussy finally released the vibrator. I turned off the motor, and laid it on the towel beneath me.

I stayed where I was, frozen and panting in the aftermath of my orgasm. Slowly, I opened my eyes.

It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the brightness of my bedroom. I rolled over onto my back, staring up at my ceiling fan, and let out a contented sigh.

I wonder whatever my chat buddy is going to do to occupy himself this Saturday night.



Saturday



Saturdays are my favorite days of the week. Usually, Stacy and I hung out together, catching up on chores, attacking various projects around the house, just being together, husband and wife. It was our day of respite from separation; working too many hours and wrenched apart from one another in the struggle to provide and survive. Even so, there were Saturdays when we would separate briefly as she went shopping while I attended to the yard.

This was one of those separate Saturdays. I'd just come in from mowing, showered and dressed comfortably in a polo shirt and shorts. When the phone rang, I was surprised and a little anxious. Phone calls were rarely a harbinger of good news. Seeing Michael and Melissa's number allayed the worst of my fears, yet a small hint of anxiety remained as I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, there, my friend," Michael's voice came through the line. "What are you doing?"

"Just finished mowing and cleaning up," I admitted.

"Do you know where your wife is?" he asked with a hint of humor in his voice.

"I'm, uh, pretty sure she's shopping," I said, uneasily. "I thought she said with Melissa."

"Well, she is with Melissa, after a fashion," he chuckled. "Here, wait." I heard some shuffling as his hand covered the mouthpiece. "She wants to talk to you," he told me a few seconds later.

"Honey?" I heard uncertainty in Stacy's tone.

"Stacy? You okay? Is everything all right?"

"I'm okay, honey, honest. Really. Just a little, well...Melissa's been feeding me Bloody Marys and Tequila Sunrises. I'm a little loopy, sort of."

"Oh, well, that's a relief," I said. "I thought something was wrong."

"No, not really," she said, giggling a little.

"What is it?"

"Honey, do you remember Kevin and Rene?" she asked.

I wracked my brain. Kevin and Rene. We didn't know any couple by that name. Unless. 

"From the story, you mean?" Kevin and Rene were the names I'd given characters in one of the stories I'd written.

"Yes," she said, sounding serious, "those two."

Kevin and Rene weren't a couple, though. Kevin was married to Rachel. Rene was Allan's wife. They had matched up in a swap on a Caribbean cruise.

"What about them?" I asked.

"Well," Stacy said, "we're kind of being like Kevin and Rene over here. Michael and me."

"Are you really," I asked, my interest piqued.

"Well," she sighed, "not completely. But, we're getting close."

"What does that mean?" I tried to sound even tempered.

Stacy took a deep breath. "Melissa and Michael started it, really," she began. "They were both kind of horny and started messing around. Well, that made me horny, too, especially with all those drinks, you know."

"And?" I prodded gently.

"Well," she said again, "Michael is naked and Melissa is, too. They've been touching and kissing and, you know. And, I just thought it would be nice to be included, kind of. But, I didn't want to do anything without asking you first."

I laughed more easily than my aroused libido should have allowed. "You know how I feel about that, Stacy," I said. "We've talked about this more than once."

"I know," she said. I could almost see the pout on her lips. "I just wanted to be sure. And besides, Melissa thinks it would be better if you were here, too."

"I see," I nodded. "So, are you naked, too?"

"Almost," she said. "I still have my panties on."

"And Michael is naked?"

"Yes."

"Is he close to you? Near enough to touch?" I asked.

"Yes. He's right here."

"Then I think you should touch him. Touch his cock with your fingers."

"Can I?"

"Yes."

There was a pause on the line. "Okay," Stacy said. "I did it."

"Now you should kiss it for him. Just a warm loving kiss. Can you do that?"

"Uh-huh," Stacy said.

Another pause followed. "Oh, that was nice, baby."

"Okay," I told her. "I'm on my way. You can take off your panties now. You can kiss and suck him and let him eat your pussy. But, you're not to fuck him until I get there. All right?"

"All right," Stacy said. "Hurry up, though. I'm really very horny. So is Melissa."

"Be right there," I said. "Love you."

"I love you, too," Stacy said and the line went dead.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and raced for my truck. It took me exactly seven minutes to cover the three miles to Mike and Melissa's house. I ran from the truck to the door and pressed the bell button.

Melissa was the mirror opposite of my Stacy. Dark-haired, with a short bob cut, her body was tight, with smallish breasts and well defined legs and thighs. She opened the door and grabbed a fistful of my shirt, pulling me into the house and locking her lips onto mine. I felt her tongue stab at my mouth and I opened up to allow her access. The heated kiss lasted only two or three seconds. 

"I've been waiting for you," she rasped. "We've all been waiting for you."

The sounds of Stacy's moans reached out from the other room. Melissa closed the door behind me and pushed me toward their recreation room. My eyes locked on the vision of my wife splayed across a huge easy chair, her legs spread wide. Mike's head was lodged between her thighs as he tongued and sucked her succulent pussy. Stacy's long, delicate fingers were intertwined in his dark curls, guiding and pulling his head into her snatch.

Stacy's eyes met mine, though it took her a second to recognize me through her passion. "Oh, Steven," she moaned. "Please, can I fuck him now? Please say I can fuck him now. I need him to fuck me."

"Of course, baby," I whispered back to her. "I'm here now. You can fuck him."

"Oh, geez, baby," Stacy moaned to Mike, her hands pulling his head away from her. "Come on up here and fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me."

I became conscious of a hand stroking my own hardness through my shorts.

"Get naked, Steve," Melissa growled. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"What the hell, Melissa?" I asked her, ripping off my polo and dropping my shorts to my ankles. "How the hell did this get started?"

I heard my Stacy moan as Mikes hard cock slid into her. "Oh, gawd that feels so good," she told him.

Melissa took my now naked cock in her small hand, stroking and milking it. "I was horny when I woke up this morning," she said. "I got myself off in the shower, but it didn't satisfy me. I was just about to seduce Mike when your wife arrived. She looked so blonde and gorgeous, I just got to thinking how hot it would be to see Michael and her together."

"You're shitting me," I whispered. "You thought it would be hot to see your husband fucking my wife?"

"Look," she directed me, nodding toward the couple in the easy chair. "I was right, wasn't I? God, they look hot together."

Melissa dropped to her knees and had my cock in her mouth in a second. Her eyes never left the exhibition in front of her. She seemed fascinated with the vista of her husband pounding his cock into my receptive and enthusiastic wife. Her lips slipped off the end of my meat and she stood in front of me.

"Why have we waited so long to do this?" she asked.

I could feel my cock pressing into the heated flesh of her belly.

"Did you want to, really?" I asked.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked into mine. "Sure did. I thought it would never happen. But, there they are," she said, indicated the fucking couple across the room. "And now it's our turn."

She backed away and captured my hand, leading me to their sofa. She lay down, one leg across the back and her other foot on the floor, spreading wide for me.

I knelt beside her, capturing her right nipple between my lips, delighting in the tight flesh and rubbery nipple.

"Stop screwing around," she ordered, "and get that lovely cock inside me."

I eased up between her legs and felt my rod bounce against her flesh. She grabbed it, slid it up and down her gash, then position it precisely at her hot opening.

"Put it in, baby," she whispered. "Fill me with your hot, hard meat."

I pushed forward and slickly slid into her inner depths until our pubic regions met. She was hot, wet, and receptive. She let out a wavering "Oooo," sound as I sank into her.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "I love the feeling of a cock sinking home for the first time."

Yeah, I thought to myself, that's a damned good feeling.

My musings were interrupted by Stacy's cry from the chair. "Oh, yeah, baby! I'm coming!" she yelled. "Fuck me and make me come!"

"Oh, that's not fair at all," Melissa growled at me. "You're going to have to fuck me hard and fast so we can catch up."

I did as the dark-haired minx asked, the voice of my own wife crying and swearing in my ears as she crashed through one climax after another.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Stacy cried. "You got to come, baby. You got to come inside me. Come in me, please!" she wailed.

I felt my own orgasm building inside me. It was way to early, I knew, but the sounds of my wife's passion was pushing me over the edge.

"Oh, shit, Melissa," I grunted. "I'm going to come."

"Yeah, baby," she snarled through gritted teeth. "Fuck me and come. I'm there. Just fuck me. I'll come with you."

The sound from my throat was visceral and raw, more like a wild animal than a human. I felt the burning in my thighs and the tightness of Melissa's around me. I blasted my first shot in a burning flare deep within her, pulled back, pounded home and spewed another expulsion into her chasm. I grasped her shoulders and pulled her down on my meat as the remains of my ejaculate pumped into the depths of her pulsing channel.

Melissa was much quieter than my Stacy, the only sign of her own release being a hissing groan coming from between her clenched teeth. I held her tight and gasped for air, gratified at my own release but disappointed at my failure to wrest more of a reaction from my partner.

I wagged my head in apology. "I'm sorry," I said. "It was just, you know, I kept hearing Stacy, and I just couldn't hold back."

"It was good," Melissa said. "I came. So did you. It will be even better next time."

"There's a next time?" I asked, still panting and somewhat amazed.

She strained to look at her husband and my wife over her right shoulder. "You think we'll be able to keep those to fuck-buddies apart? I wouldn't even try. And, if you're game, I'd like to go again."

I hitched myself up on my elbows and looked into her face. "I'd like that," I admitted. "I'd like that a lot."

Stacy sat with her back against the door of my truck as we drove home later that night. She smiled at me, smiled out the window, then looked back and smiled at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Just thinking," she said.

"Out with it."

"Well, I like your stories," she said with a grin.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"When I read them, they make me hot."

"That's the idea, isn't it?"

"But, I've got to tell you, that this was so much more, so over the top in comparison. It's just unbelievable."

I pulled into the driveway of our house, the headlights illuminating the garage door. I pushed the button and watched as the door swung open, pulling the truck into the vacant facility.

"We'll have to go back and get your car," I noted.

Stacy grinned broadly.

"You've got it bad, girl," I told her.

"You're not mad, are you Steven?"

"No, baby. I'm not mad."

How could I be mad? Sure, Stacy had gone off the reservation, but only partially. She called me. She'd asked permission. She'd invited me to share in her exploration. I'd been as much a party to this as she had. She had every right to be just as mad at me.

"You want anything to eat?" she asked.

"Not really. Melissa took care of us."

"She took care of you," Stacy quipped.

"So, are you mad?" I asked.

Stacy turned and virtually leapt into my arms. "Of course I'm not mad," she said, nuzzling my neck. "My God, Steven, do you realize what we did?"

"Uh, yeah," I said slowly. "I think so. I was there."

"You had fun with Melissa, didn't you? I mean, she was an absolute slut with you. I loved watching her go down on you and drag you down to fuck her. It was so hot!"

"You liked that?"

"I did, baby. It was like watching you in a porn movie. It was thrilling!"

"What about you? Did you have fun with Mike?"

"Oh, God, baby, did you see him? He made me feel like a goddess. He worshipped me. It was awesome."

I carried my wife through the kitchen into our own den and sat on the sofa with her in my lap. "You are a goddess," I told her. "You should be worshipped."

She snuggled closer. "I always felt that way with you, Steven," she whispered. "But, I never knew anybody else could make me feel that way."

"You think they're going to be all right? Mike and Melissa?"

Stacy hummed. "I think they are. Melissa started all this, you know. When we came home from shopping, she nearly stripped him right there in front of me. I asked her if I should go. But, she said she wanted me to stay, to watch and to help them realize one of their fantasies."

"Really? What was that?"

"She never told me. But, she got naked, and started kissing him all over. Then she asked him if he wanted me to watch her give him a blowjob. He just sort of groaned. So, she started sucking on him, right there in the kitchen. I felt really giddy watching her.

"His cock looked so nice, you know. She asked me if I liked it and I told her it was very nice. Then she asked Mike if I could touch it. He told her, 'Sure.' So, I did. That's when she started stripping me. I asked her what she was doing and she said they were both naked and I should be, too. Maybe it was the drinks, but it seemed to make perfect sense to me."

"But she left your panties on?"

"Well, that was my idea. I told her I couldn't go any farther until I talked to you."

"So that's when you called," I surmised.

"And, while I was talking to you, Melissa was rubbing his cock all around my titties. She'd lick him a little and then slide him around my nipples. I was getting so turned on.

"When you told me to kiss his cock, I had to take it away from her. When I put my lips around his head I could hear her saying, 'Yes!' like she'd won something. Then she whispered in my ear, while I was talking to you. 'Tell him to come over so I can fuck him,' she told me. So, that's what I did."

"Well, not really," I reminded her. "You just said she was waiting for me."

"You must have nearly passed out when she met you at the door naked," Stacy giggled.

"It was more of a shock to see Mike with his head between your thighs."

"Well, you said it was okay," she feigned a pout.

"Yes, I did. And, from what I heard, you were liking it."

"Hmmm," Stacy hummed, and wriggled in my lap. "It still makes me tingle. And, when I saw you there, watching, it just put me over the top."

"You know what was awesome for me?"

"What?"

"Hearing you beg me to let him fuck you. That was so hot."

"So you weren't mad at me?"

"Not."

"And you're not mad at me now for letting him?"

"Nope."

"And we're going to do this again?"

I chuckled. "As Melissa said, I don't see how we can stop it. Apparently you and Mike have a connection. I'd have to be a real jerk to get in the way of that."

"I'm so glad I'm your wife," Stacy said, squeezing me tight.

"Me, too," I replied.

"And, this will make a wonderful story, too, don't you think?"

"If you'll help me write it," I suggested.

"It will make me horny," she said warily.

"We'll have to warn Mike, then," I said.



Saturday



The familiar sound rings in my ear, loud as thunder. I rush down the stairs in a frenzy, not wasting a second getting to the door. I unlock the door and open it to see your smiling face drawing eerily close to mine. There's a tense silence. I open the door even wider now, smiling back at you as I motion for you to follow me. You step inside and close the door behind you, your eyes refusing to take themselves off me for even an instant. The door locks behind you. 

 "Welcome," I smile crookedly and say with my best dirty voice, "we're the only two here." 

 You smile back and you suddenly feel your nipples begin to harden as you become internally excited. I lead the way, going up the stairs. You follow close behind, holding my hand. At the top of the landing, you hear music and you smile as your recognize Alexia's sweet voice mixed with Brandon's screams. I push on the handle and the door to my cave opens, the music now at its peak, blaring in your ears. You stop and close the door behind you, transfixed on the sight before you. 

 I go over to the stereo and play with the dials for a minute, trying to get the perfect song mellowing in both our ears while you explore the room. You're eyebrows raise as you take in the hectic amount of BVB pictures on the mirror. Three Days Grace's "Pain" comes on, filling your ears and you turn around, a slow smile creeping up your face, devouring it. I smile wide, look at you for an instant and then begin taking all the sheets off the bed, dumping every single one on the floor, out of sight. 

 I take your hand and dim the lights low, letting the music fill our ears. You lead, sitting down on the foot of the bed. I follow, not taking my eyes off you. The music surrounds us as we stare into each other's eyes and incredibly slowly, our faces come closer and closer to each other. Seconds pass and then finally, my lips touch yours. 

 You moan in pleasure as the scent of mint fills your mouth and nose. You breathe it in, savoring it. I put my hand at the back of your head, pulling you in close; afraid to let you go. My lips release, but my hand does not. I stare directly into your eyes and I know, I know at that very instant...you want more. I come into you more in a rush this time, violently colliding your lips with mine. Again, the same scent fills you and you open your lips apart. I take a chance, pulling out, opening mine and driving them into yours. The sweet sensation of your mouth invades me as I moan softly, letting you know how much I enjoy it. I open my mouth as wide as I can and kiss you, your entire mouth engulfed in mine. You stay there and smile to yourself. Then, with a split-second decision, your tongue slowly comes out of your mouth and plunges into mine. They interlock, playing with each other and we both smile, our tongues both in battle. Mine is the first one to stop and I grind it into your teeth, sweeping it all around your mouth. Our mouths still interlocked, you slowly grow bored of this game and begin to kiss me more. My tongue resists the urge to keep exploring the deep insides of your mouth, but it obeys, slithering back to its master. Your hands wrap around me and you pull me forwards, letting my body collapse on top of yours. 

 Our kissing continues, more slowly than before, as our bodies finally get comfortable with each other. I straddle you on the bed, my dick resting on your waist. As I stretch my body downwards towards yours, I put my hands on either side of your waist and methodically begin to lift your shirt up. I go slow, my face by your stomach. A burst of excitement rushes through you as my tongue comes out of my mouth and plays in your bellybutton. I continue lifting your shirt up and my tongue continues its ascent, licking up your body. Your body convulses as my tongue hits a sweet spot and a fresh burst of excitement shoots up your body. My hands are gentler as I lift your shirt over your breasts, my tongue following slowly behind. My tongue stops just below your breasts and your moan in pure torture, your mind begging me to give them a good lick. But I don't and continue the torture, my hands now above your chest, lifting your shirt over your face and hair, taking it completely off. Just like the sheets, I throw it to the ground. 

 You lift up slightly as my hands hug your body, going from your chest to your back. Once there, my hands fight over one of the few things that is shielding what will drive me mad. My hands struggle, carefully unclasping your bra strap. It comes off with ease and I bring it out from under you, my eyes clamped shut and throw it in the accumulating pile of clothes. I jam my dick into your body through my pants and my hands feel up your body until they get to your breasts. They cup them and slowly massage them. I ease my body back into your as I kiss you once more, my tongue going deep into the back of your mouth. On its decent, my tongue rushes along the roof of your mouth and I pull it out. I stare at your breasts, mesmerized and I bend down, my tongue coming out once again. It makes a pass from the bottom of your breast to your nipple. My tongue dances around it and in an instant, you can't see it anymore, my mouth hungrily mistaking it for a snack. I open as wide as I can, trying to get my mouth around your breast and as my mouth reaches its full extent, I begin to close my mouth, going purposely slow. My lips hug your breast, savoring the feel of it and when I close my mouth, it closes around your nipple. I push my mouth into it, slowly and gently biting it. I feel it get harder and harder in my mouth and I slowly moan, letting you know how good it feels. I open my mouth, letting saliva drip down onto you. 

 I perk my face up and look at you. I smile wide instantly as I see the grin plastered on yours. My face disappears behind your breasts as my tongue comes out once more, wanting more action. It sticks to your stomach and I begin to move it upwards, gliding it slowly between your breasts. You moan loudly and I run my tongue on your neck and up your chin, finally settling on your lips as my tongue licks them from all directions. 

 Instantly, I feel a hand on my shirt and I look up, my tongue sliding back in. I tilt my head in curiosity. You smile evilly and without speaking, flip your hands over. I grin and nod, complying as we each interlock our bodies and flip over. 

 "It's my turn to be on top," you say sweetly. 

 My eyes grow wide as you begin to mirror my movements, slowly taking my shirt off, just as I had done to you. I leave my body entirely limp – it's now your toy and I am your puppet. I prop my head up on the pillow, not taking my eyes away from your movements as you stare in awe at my chest. You run your hands over my nipples and begin pinching and squeezing them, causing me sweet, enjoyable pain. I moan out to you in both pleasure and pain. You stop and think about what to do next. Your next idea comes in a flash as you realize we're both only half-naked. You smile when my mouth almost drops open as you slide back towards my dick and slowly begin unbuttoning my pants. Silence has long enfolded us and as I hear the button loudly unclasp, I just can't help it – I cum. 

 I feel the sticky moisture surround my dick and soak into my boxers. I look back up at you silently to find one eyebrow raised – you know what I just did. Still smiling, you pull on the zipper, tugging it downwards. I force my dick down and up, letting you know of its excitement. I lift my body up as you take my pants off and throw them to the ground. You eye the outline of my dick against my boxers and smile again. But you wait, paying me back for the torture I caused you earlier and take control of my hands, putting them on your pants. I stare at the sheer power I have before me and you chime in sweetly. 

 "Go ahead baby, its alllllllll yours" 

 This time, I smile and for once, don't take my time, I want them off and I want them off now. Within a few seconds, they're down there, along with all the others. You smile warmly as I stare in awe at your cherry-red panties. At that very second, I want it off SO bad. But I resist and I wait, knowing my wonderful pleasure will come first. You smile to yourself and get comfortable on top of me, your lips beginning to open. You swoop down slowly, your eyes fixated and I move my dick up and down, showing you it's ready. But you intend to give me more torture and the dark cum-filled stain as your target, the outline of my dick disappears inside your mouth and beneath my boxers, I pump it up and down again inside your mouth. Your lips close and I moan loudly as the moisture from your wet lips soaks through my boxers. You keep driving downward, my dick moving closer and closer to the back of your throat. Stopping when the cloth starts making you gag, you pull out a bit and slide it all around your mouth. 

 Instantly, you pull out, realizing that the real thing will taste much better. Your hands go for the opening and after playing with it for a few seconds; my dick slowly begins to emerge. You start at the tip and run your hand down it, feeling the skin and I move it up and down in your hand. You giggle and begin crushing it in your hand. I arch my back and moan as loud as ever. Then, knowing it was satisfying enough, you put both hands on it and begin moving them across it, squeezing and jerking it, treating it as your own rubber ducky. I sigh and look directly at your crookedly smiling face as you masturbate me. I give you an air kiss, letting you know that its time. You grin back and slowly but carefully dive in and I watch in pure excitement as my dick vanishes. You purse your lips together and I moan again as you begin sucking on it. 

 I nearly howl at the intense pleasure you're giving me. You smile to yourself and suck even harder. Barely containing it, my cum builds and builds and after another good, hard squeeze with your lips, my dick can't hold it any longer and it shoots into your mouth, filling it with my cum. You direct your mouth to the roof and gurgle my cum, nearly laughing. I tap you on the shoulder and you look back at me. At first, I just smile, but then I open my mouth very, very wide. You move your mouth close to mine and spit my cum into my mouth. I pretend to test its taste, but deep in my sick, twisted mind, I already know it tastes great. I swish it around in my mouth like mouthwash and then, suddenly, your lips are again against mine. Your body falls on top of me as we exchange my cum and I grow restless, my mind and body loving every second of it. 

 Simultaneously, we swallow, letting the liquid drench our throats and I sink down to where I can see and jam my dick into your bellybutton, thrusting hard. You moan as my rock hard dick begins to slide down your body towards your pussy. Your eyes follow its every move and I can see in your eyes that you're silently begging, pleading for me to fuck you. I use my hands to slowly slide your panties off and I torture you again, letting my dick slide and move around your pussy, not actually penetrating it. You moan again, not standing it, wanting more than anything to be fucked by me. I smile evilly, wrap my arms around you, hugging you tight and roll off the end of the bed. I hit the floor and my breath shortly goes away. I shake it off and I grin madly when I see you crawl up to me on all fours. I grab you by the hair and pull you towards me. 

 "You want me to bitch?" I almost snarl, "You want me to fuck you in the ass?" 

 You don't reply, but simply nod. I smile and release your hair. "Good slave," I answer back, "because that's exactly what I'm going to do whether you like it or not." You bend over farther and I push my dick into your leg, slowly moving it upwards on your body. You moan and giggle as I move backwards and my dick tickles your feet. I restart and drive it up your leg, getting closer and closer to your ass. I pull it away from your body as you open up more, allowing me to aim my dick directly into your asshole. I smile and go slow; silently knowing you can't take much more of me going so slow, that its torture. But for this, I have to and so I ease my dick into your ass and you almost shriek from the amount of pleasure I'm giving you. I start out moderately, letting you get used to this wonderful sensation and then I speed up, pulsating my dick forwards and backwards, going in farther each and every time. Your moans become louder and more consistent and I know you're having the time of your life. 

 I smile at that fact and pull out, letting you calm down. Looking down, my dick is almost crimson red and the veins seem like they are bulging out. I focus back on you; focus on the huge smile on your face."Thaank yoouuu master," you say to me. 

 Partly forgetting my role and focused solely on your beauty, I smile wide, knowing I'm the reason for your incredible mood, "You're welcome." 

 I look at the bed and reach under it, feeling for something. Your eyes follow my hand, watch as it vanishes and your heart-rate shoots through the roof. Finally, my eyes grow as my hand stumbles on the object I've been looking for. I pull out a completely full bottle of Hersey's chocolate syrup and your eyes nearly pop out. Eagerly, I twist the bottle open and the cover falls off. I pop the cap with my hand, hold it over my head and begin squeezing as hard as I can. Unconscientiously, I shiver as the cold syrup drenches me. I pour some in my mouth and close my eyes, savoring the taste. Instantly, you snatch the bottle away from me and do the same, drenching yourself. With the bottle completely empty, you throw it to the floor. I open my eyes and look at what you accomplished. You sit there and I smile, your pussy gives me tunnel vision and I get on my stomach, dragging my dick across the carpet. 

 I grab you around the legs, pull my body inwards and I stop, inches from your pussy, licking my lips eagerly. You smile at me and motion me forwards. With your legs as support, I force my tongue into your pussy and moan as this wonderful sensation I had never felt before rushes up to greet me. You feel your pussy tighten and you block my tongue with your hand, taking my tongue out. I look up, my bright Hazel green eyes sparkling and reflecting off you. You smile a little, "No master...let me..." I lick my lips as you take a hold of my head and slowly lift it up, dragging my dick on the carpet as I obey. You pull my hair back and force my neck upwards, craning your neck as you see the scar. 

 You get on your back, bring my head up over your and then shove it down towards your body, letting my tongue force itself into your pussy. You scream with delight and force it in deeper and deeper. I try and focus on the taste and lick the gooey substance that has covered my tongue. My eyes adjust to this new surrounding and I run my hands up your legs, and around your body, cupping your ass with my hands. 

 I run my hands into each other and as my tongue drives itself deeper into your pussy, I reach my finger out and my finger assfucks you, plowing deep into your asshole. You shriek and try to pull away, but it's impossible. You look down at me and smile, almost grinning. You throw your head up and moan in absolute pleasure, as my tongue and my finger come at you from both sides of your body. Suddenly, I feel your hands pick me up by my shoulders and I find myself on top of you, your face plastered with an immediate smile. Almost silently, you lower me towards your body, my dick sliding up your pussy, and then your stomach. You press me against you, my dick violently colliding with your body and I squirm, my dick massaging your stomach. You slowly advance your hand towards it. 

 I close my eyes and moan softly as the warmth of your hands closes in around it and you run your hand up it, squeezing lightly. You smile at my pleasure and as you get to the tip, you begin rubbing it back and forth with your hand, first lightly and then harder. Smirking, you cup the backside of your hand and force it towards my face. I squirm when the tip of my dick hits my stomach and you draw it back. Very carefully, you place your index finger on the very bottom of my rock hard dick and you begin to move it upwards. I giggle from the touch and the way it feels, you finger immensely tickling the sweet spot that makes me laugh in both pleasure and embarrassment. I almost burst with excitement as you try to stick your fingernail through the small opening and I cum a little, covering your finger and part of your hand by my juices. I move my hands up and take a hold of yours, moving your cum-drenched finger to my mouth. I open wide and plunge it in, closing my lips around it, licking everywhere. You moan as my tongue plays with your finger, trying to get as much cum off it as possible. I playfully try to swallow it for an instant before closing my lips tightly and ever so slowly, I pull your finger out my mouth, lightly kissing it. You withdraw it from my touch and stick it in your mouth, closing your eyes and you moan slowly, tasting me all over again. 

 I watch in absolute awe as your seductively run your finger down your body into your pussy where your ease your finger into it and your mildly shriek when you suddenly go too far and liquid starts to pour out. Without thinking, I begin collecting as much of the juice as I can. I put my hands to my mouth, pouring it in, relishing the sweet, sweet taste. You suddenly look at me with a hint of sadness and you pout, almost embarrassed. "Master..." you say sweetly, but afraid, "I have to pee." Your pout becomes even larger, afraid I will say "no" 

 "Yes, slave, you may go." You breathe a deep sigh of relief and start to walk towards the bathroom. I put my arm out and stop you. You instantly stop and cringe, afraid I changed my mind. "We aren't using the bathroom this time," I say and you cock your head at me, confused. I open my mouth wide and point to it. "From now on slave, THIS is where you will take your piss." Your eyes suddenly become wide and nearly gasping, but just letting a peep out, you obey, holding your piss in. I lay on my back and watch with my eyes wide as your beautiful ass comes to greet my face. You grab the end of the dresser to support yourself and I open your mouth very wide. Two seconds pass, then three. I lie tense and ready, working my throat muscles into overdrive. Suddenly, a yellow substance shoots out of your ass and begins to fill my mouth. Slowly, painfully, I swallow, feeling the liquid go down my throat as my mouth continues to receive more. After ten more seconds and four more painful swallows, the liquid finally ceases and silently, I breathe a sigh of relief. 

 You stand up and your ass comes away from my face. Turning around and staring at me questioningly, inside you are worried, but on the outside, you are afraid. I close my eyes and swallow the last few drops that remain. A small sound comes out of your mouth and eventually, you are able to speak, "Master..." you pause, feeling a bit guilty, "...are you okay?" 

 I swallow hard, the repulsive, foul-tasting liquid still coating my mouth and throat. I grab a bottle full of cider and take a long swig, trying to get the taste out of mouth. It somewhat works and I feel a little better. "Yes slave," I reply back, "I am fine. Now...get down on your knees bitch, you have been a bad girl and for that you shall be punished." 

 You do what you're told and sitting there patiently, you wonder in your mind what I am going to do. Turning a little, out of the corner of your eye, you see me reach my hand back. "FACE FORWARD you stupid fucking bitch!" I scream at you. Scared, you instantly comply, staring directly in front of you. Suddenly, you feel me spank you and your first reaction is to scream, but you moan as your asshole begins to tighten and you cry out as I spank you even harder. I suddenly stop and hyper, I start violently fucking you in the ass, unable to control myself. You pulse your body back and forth with mine and you let out of it and grab me, piling yourself next to me so we're side by side, staring into each other's eyes. Silently, you know what's coming next. You tense up as I wrap my legs around you and hold my dick inches away from your pussy. We begin to make out and fuck at the same time, rolling around on the floor, violently running into everything. 




Saturday



After a few more seconds, we stop, both tired. Letting go, we sit up and breathe in, trying to catch our breath. I stand up and walk over to you, putting my hand out. Pulling you up by the hair, I force you to stand up and without a word, I shove my dick into your pussy and I force you backwards and you scream as you hit the wall. Part in terror and part in pleasure, you moan wildly and begin to thrust into me harder. You grab my dick with your hand and pull it out, spinning me around so I'm the one against the wall. You kneel, grabbing my ass and with one swift motion, you put my dick into your mouth and force it to the back, deepthoating yourself while I moan loudly, your lips and tongue making me go insane. You keep giving me head for five more constant minutes, plunging my dick into the back of your throat and when you started to gag, just a little bit more, you pull out a little bit and run it across the roof of your mouth. 

 Suddenly, I stop you, pulling my dick out of your mouth with my hand. Your face clouds up with disappointment, but I smile as an evil thought invades me. I lay your body down on your back and get on my stomach and as my head inches closer to yours, upside down, you know exactly what we're about to do. I smile a little and for a bit of good luck, I bring my head down slowly and I kiss your wide open mouth, driving my tongue into it for just a second before pulling back out. You smile and we kiss again, lightly though, not wanting to overdo the moment. I slowly begin to crawl up your body, completely feeling my way through as the tip of my dick runs along your face. 

 I go incredibly slow, letting us both enjoy the moment. You shiver for a second as I cum 

on your face, my dick pressed against it. I run it along your eye and you shut it, letting my skin run right over it. Next, it's the nose and lips, wiping over them. I stop at your lips and press my dick into them, opening your lips, parting them. You let the sensation settle on your teeth for just a second before letting them too open and plunging them into the unknown. I'm careful not to let my dick choke you as I lean down and stick my tongue into your pussy once again. You drench my face and mouth as your insides squirt out something. I gather some on my tongue and pause for a moment, trying to discover what it tastes like. It does have a taste, although I can't quite place it. Under me, I feel my dick disappear... 

 Halfway done with our 69, I force my dick deep into your mouth one more time and while my tongue greedily takes refuge in your pussy, we spin around, now you're on top of me. You start licking up and down the shaft and I squirm as your tongue tickles me. I sweep my legs towards your back and put both of them on the top of your head. Instantly, I force my feet up and down, pulsating your head forwards and backwards on my dick. You begin sucking even harder, running your teeth up and down it lightly, making me squirm again. Instantly, you stop at the tip and begin biting it playfully. I moan in pure pleasure and you pull it out of your mouth, my dick now dripping, soaked in piss and cum. Your mouth converges on it one more time and my body convulses as you begin to lick everything clean. I moan loudly at the intense satisfaction we're both getting and you finally pull out, your tongue covered and dripping in my cum. 

 I smile, put one hand behind your head and begin to kiss you violently, tasting myself yet once again. I suddenly see a bottle on the table and before you have a chance to stop me, I grab it and examine it. Throwing it to the floor, my hands converge on your again, squeezing and pinching your breasts. Squealing, you lay on your back and stay there, letting my hands play joyfully across your body. I get on top of you again and straddle you. You stare at my dick as it just sits there, inches from your body. With your hand, you begin to jack me off, going very slow at first, letting me get used to it and then starting to speed up, going faster and faster. I make my dick pulsate in your hand, letting you know how great it feels and I loudly moan, almost howling as your other hand joins the first and as everything blurs except for the feeling, I close my eyes and tilt my head back in my own little world. 

 I begin cumming in your hand uncontrollability and you thrust your body up and down, not wanting it to end. But it must and I thrust my body forward, your hand traveling down my dick all the way to the end and then back again. You release your hands and your eyes grow wide and you begin to smile as I pick of the bottle of lotion and squirt some of it on my hand. Grinning, you moan as my hand slides down your breasts, covering them with lotion. Slowly, I run my dick up your stomach to your breasts, and I feel a cold sensation and as your moan, I go a bit faster and harder. Finally, I push my body against you and we fall to the floor as one, me on top of you, moaning as my dick crushes against your body covered in lotion. You laugh and squeal and you press your body against me even harder, sweetly enjoying this. 

 Suddenly, I stop and slowly stand up. I walk over to the bed and get in it, lying on my back. I spread my arms and legs out. "Tie me up bitch," I order you, "it's your turn now." You comply and tie me up, making absolutely sure I can't get loose. I test the bonds and when the bonds don't come loose, I know you shouldn't be punished for doing such a good job. "Well c'mon bitch," I finally say, using my mouth do to what my hands can't, "do your worst." I start to squirm as you come in from the front, your tongue leading you. You start from off the bed as your tongue glides up my foot, tickling me and making me squirm. It's nearly impossible to show how much I'm being cruelly tortured by your hands as my body thrashes and squirms while my hands struggle to get free, your tongue hurting me to no end. 

 You continue up my foot to my leg, licking all the way up. Jumping from my leg, you run your tongue up the shaft, stopping at the tip to play before continuing down to my stomach. Moaning loudly, you know I'm enjoying this. You lightly bite my nipple and then sink your lips into my mouth, trying to drive as far down as you can. Squirming, you let up and start to untie me, bored of this game. Getting up, I walk over to the desk, picking up the chair. I carry it to the middle of the room as you walk over and set it down. You stare at me questioningly and I just nod and motion you to sit down. You slightly hesitate, so I grab your breasts and throw you down in the chair. You moan, but don't show any emotion as I grab the same rope and begin to tie you up, the rope cutting into your bare flesh. 

 "How does it feel slave?" I snarl at you. You begin to whimper. 

 "Good master, it feels good." You recoil and cry out when I don't react. I sit in your lap, facing you and in one motion; I begin to kiss you repeatedly. You kiss back gently, I start to do the same and for a brief moment, we forget this game and just kiss passionately, two lovers embracing. Struggling, your mind thinks pure torture and as you try to free your hands to get me closer to you. But it's to no avail and your hands go limp, useless. I put my hands around your head and kiss you even harder. Then, slowly but surely, I begin to move my hands down your body, palms down, running down your body, still kissing you gently. They float down your body and begin slowly massaging each side of your pussy and you shiver from the touch, squirming in your seat as you release your juices. 

 You've soaked my hands and I bring them up to eye level and begin to slowly lick every finger as you moan, complaining, wanting some too. I give in reluctantly and stick an unused finger in your mouth; you savor it quickly, knowing it could be gone anytime soon. Slowly, I put my head close to yours and whisper in your ear. 

 "I'm going to untie you now." I pause as you breathe a sigh of relief. "Get dressed and meet me in the bathroom." You do as you're told and I do the same, gathering my clothes and putting them on in a hurry. I'm done first and go into the bathroom where I disappear. You smile to yourself as you hear the water turn on and I appear at the door, fully clothed. Motioning you over, I let you go in front of me as I close and lock the door, your scent filling the room. Seeing the steam build up in the shower, you know this will be great. You get in, fully clothed and relish the hot, steaming water as it runs over your body and soaks into your clothes. You watch as I get two towels and get in myself, closing the door. It's just us two, alone again. 

 You react almost instantly, knowing the water has soaked into every nook and cranny of my clothing. Pushing my chest with your hands, you shove me directly under the water, splashing yourself as you hold me steady. Once again, your lips come closer and closer to mine and under this water heaven, our lips touch. 

 The taste of water and your scent fills my mouth, drowning it. I ram my lips into yours and we violently kiss. Under the hail of scented rain, I open my eyes to find yours staring at me. I smile a little before going in, sucking on your lips, lightly and gently and you moan a little, savoring the touch. You take a chance and drive forward. Going with it, you ram me into the wall and your body follows, slamming into mine. I pick you up and hold you, your body high off the ground. Still kissing with me holding you, your eyes tightly closed, your hands float down my body, still under the relentless barrage of water. Lightly, your hands massage my chest and finally, I let go and carefully set you down. 

 Instantly, you grab the shampoo and dump a glob of it into your hand. You rub your hands back and forth until it becomes liquidly, then, you narrow your eyes and smile wide before swinging your hips around, putting on a show. I huddle up against the wall, eyes wide and watch as you slowly begin to wash yourself. The suds slowly drip down your body and you surprise me by coming up and dumping another into my hands. You take control of them and begin to rub them together. I let my hands go limp and watch as you put them up to you. 

 You start on your hair, moving my hands through it. Nudging them, I sink my hands deeper into your hair and you close your eyes and let go, letting me take over. For five minutes, my hands lather and wash your hair as the water continues to fall behind us. Your sparkling eyes open and stare into mine. I smile and get down on my knees, ignoring the hardness of the tile floor and the water gushing past me. Looking down at me with a confusing, curiousness look in your eye, you smile back and open your eyes wide, not wanting to miss a second. 

 I glance back down at your pussy and smile to myself, thinking how good it'll taste. I take one last look at your beautiful face before diving straight in. You almost jump at the sudden movement, but then you loudly moan as my tongue once again explores your water-soaked pussy. I keep going slowly, neither of us wanting it to end. 

 Be both close our eyes and everything blurs at once... 




Saturday



We had known each other since middle school and had dated off and on since. When I wanted to celebrate anything or she needed to celebrate anything the other was there. We lost our virginities to each other at the prom even though we were technically with others at the time. Of course we lost those others when they learned of it.

We had been sex partners since, fuck buddies, but continued to date others. We attended the same college and lived in apartments on the same hallway but had different circles of friends. We dated others at times but when going to the grocery store or try a new restaurant, or just go for a walk in parks nearby we were each others company.

We graduated with teaching certificates and got jobs in the same school, her in English and me in Biology. We had now completed out first year of teaching and knew it would be our career.

It was early summer and we were in her bed in her patio home, naked.

"Baby, massage the small of my back please. I have been moving furniture around and apparently over did it."

"OK, but don't call me baby."

"But you are the baby. I am a year older than you. I am twenty five and you are twenty four."

"You are three weeks older than me old man. Why where you moving around furniture?"

"I was tired of the arrangement but everything ended up in a corner by the door waiting for me to make a decision on where to put it. A little more to the right please."

We had not fucked yet that Saturday morning but knew we would. We had fucked that Friday night after meeting at a club downtown.

I did not remember a Friday night or a Saturday morning in which we had not fucked except during her periods and even then I was with her.

She was straddling my back and I could feel her pussy become moist.

"My hip is a bit sore too."

"Turn to your side."

She massaged my hip and rubbed her pussy on my thigh as she stared at my erection. She sighed.

"My shoulder," I said and turned to my back.

She straddled my hips and slid my erection into her. She massaged my shoulder as she slowly fucked me. I pulled her down to me so I could kiss her. She adored the kiss and stopped fucking me for a while.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yes, but the real cure came from the kiss. You may want to keep doing that to prevent any relapse."

"OK," she said and resumed the fuck as she kissed me.

We made love for about ten minutes and fucked hard for another five. She had three orgasms but I had not cum yet. She knew I hadn't because that was how Saturday mornings usually went. 

Sometimes she kept on fucking me until my cum filled her pussy. Sometimes we got out of bed and saved my erection for later.

Sometimes she just sat up and we talked. That was what we did that day.

"Why didn't you fuck Debby when you took her out?"

"Who told you I didn't fuck her?"

"Debby did and so has everyone else you have dated since college."

"Well I'm not starving for sex you know."

"True and neither am I. But it's weird for a handsome unattached guy to turn down pussy. People have asked me if you are gay."

"By people you mean your girl friends?"

"Yes, they tell me you masturbated them and a couple told me you ate them but none have told me you fucked them. The ones you ate were our sophomore year in college by the way."

"Like I said, I'm not starving for sex. And why have you not dated others?"

"I have dated others. Andy and Bobby for two."

"Our sophomore year in college. And did you fuck them?"

"No, I did give them hand jobs."

"And fucked the hell out of me when you got home."

"You crawled into bed with me after you ate pussy too.

Wait there is something wrong with us."

"Marry me please."

"What?"

"Marry me. Neither of us had made the slightest effort to find their mate since the prom and that was six years ago. The reason we haven't is because we already have found our mate.

Marry me."

"OK."

She drowned me with kisses but did not fuck me, apparently my cock in her pussy was a natural state of things for her. My cock in her pussy was a natural thing for me too.

When I got a chance to speak I said, "I believe it is customary to give the fiancé a ring."

I had the ring under the pillow and pulled it out for her and slid it on her finger.

"Sorry I didn't get on my knee for this."

She looked at the ring on her finger and began to sob.

"I am so in love with you I think I may explode?" she said.

"Me first," I said and kissed her with all the love I had for her.

Both of us cried and kissed for several minutes.

"We need to call our Moms."

I agreed and handed her my phone which was easier to reach.

"Mom, I have something to show you. Could you meet me for lunch at the Italian place at noon today? No, I don't have time right now. See you then. Bye."

She dialed my Mom and handed me the phone. I decided to ask her out to lunch too.

She then dialed her best friend Sehel and asked her to meet at the restaurant.

"Now, where were we," she asked., and began to try to fuck me to Antares.

After her second or fifth orgasm I rolled us over and fucked her slowly but with intensity until we both succumbed to monumental orgasms.

Within seconds we were both asleep.

About an hour later we managed to get up and take a shower, dress, and make it to the restaurant in time.

"The three are over there."

"I see them and they see us. Try not to get knocked over."

Three squealing women rushed at us and we were soon in a typhoon of hugs and kisses that continued all the way to the table.

"Oh, is there anything you wanted to tell us?" Penny's Mom asked.

"Oh. nothing much. Leave the fourth of July open though."

More squeals and more kissing which now included many people in the place that had apparently been alerted by our Moms and Sehel. Some of those kisses were by someone we could not see but we all knew well.

The co-owner brought us three shrimp linguini plates and one soup/gumbo then kissed everyone and waited for the unseen one to kiss her. 

"On the house but you will get a real present when we get back from Vegas." she said and kissed us again.

Apparently everyone we knew already knew.

We had a vey happy and loud lunch. 

Our Moms, Sehel, and our invisible companion left with Penny and me and we walked to the resort for drinks.

Our moms held hands with Penny and Sehel and the invisible one held mine. I quickly took my hand from Sehel's and reached into my pocket for the earpiece.

"It's about fucking time you asked her," was the first thing she said to me.

'Yeah," Sehel said. What took so long?"

"Cowardice mostly. We figured that finding the right one could not possibly have been that easy. That and we wanted to reap our wild oats which we did but as it turned out it was with each other."

"And it took you two twelve years?" 

"Hey, humans are no as smart as we look."

"Apparently."

We sat on the balcony and the women began planning the wedding. Mom's good friend Wendy joined us and after kissing everyone took charge of the proceeding including the plane and Vegas hotel. She reserved a wedding chapel and the limo service.

Now it was time for the ladies to discuss dresses so I kissed everyone and inhaled Penny, (which got me applause), and I walked back to my car at the restaurant and went home. The moving truck was there waiting for me and I pointed out the stuff that would go to Penny's and the stuff that went to the woman's shelter and the stuff that went to the churches charity.

I followed them to Penny's and we unloaded my stuff but I was staying there and they left me in my new home.

I was watching baseball on my large HD TV when the women came in. All could immediately tell I had moved in and Penny gave me a vicious kiss and hug.

There were nine women there three of which were now in their natural form.

The Akkad sat on the sofa with me and we watched the ball game.

The Sprite unbound her wings then after kissing me and the Akkad followed the others to the kitchen.

Wendy's sister Mo picked up the Akkad and sat next to me and put her on her lap.

"They are trimming down the number of bridesmaids. And yes you little twit you will be one but nobody will see you. 

Who is going to be your best man?"

"Undecided. There are two teacher friends that would do just fine but I might have to flip a coin."

"JB would do fine. I don't know who else you would have in mind."

"He was a friend through college and lives in the city."

"He may see the strange ones somewhere along the way."

"JB it is."

The Akkad quickly gave Mo a hickey.

"Ouch, that hurt. Just wait until your parents get here, you will be grounded for a century."

Mo hugged and kissed her and we settled to watch the game. 

Mo thought of her as a funny looking daughter rather than a member of an alien race. Actually no, she was just her youngest daughter.

The Akkad was older than she appeared to be and was an important ranking person on her planet and their de-facto ambassador to Earth. The contrast in size between her and Mo, the tallest woman in town made her look like a little girl. Penny had sex with her at times.

It was strange for me to learn that all four alien species we had met loved baseball. Apparently their love for the game originated with the Emperor. His love for the game came from Clara, our town guru and a personal friend of the Emperor.

We already knew each of the twelve towns on our future home would have baseball fields. I had been practicing with our town team since summer began.

Suddenly after many kisses everyone left. Penny took my hand and dragged me to our bed and ordered me to fuck her. She had us naked in seconds and sucking my cock until it was alert then welcomed me to bed with open arms and legs.

I understood her need and fucked her to a nicely intense cum then stopped.

"More," she said.

I fucked her lovingly but that was not what she wanted so she rolled us over and fucked me harder than she ever had. Her intensity was such she had an orgasm after I had mine.

"Sorry, I had not realized how much I was in love with you until today. I did suspect you loved me but wondered if it was because I was an easy lay for you. The women in the kitchen told me every girl in town is an easy lay for you but you only wanted me. Your Mom told me you were in love with me in the ninth grade and have been ever since.

My Mom told me I have been in love with you since the seventh grade.

Apparently humans are not as smart as we appear."

"I got an amen for that sentiment today."

"I am so happy we live together already, we have wasted a lot of time."

"No, not really. We have been together since the prom six years ago. We just didn't know it was a permanent thing."

"Apparently we were the only ones that didn't."

"I brought the good frozen pizza."

We walked naked to the kitchen holding hands.

We would do that regularly for our entire life.



Saturday



The weather was sunny and bright when we started on our drive up the coast. It felt wonderful sitting close to you in your truck, I was relaxed and happy that we had this much time to ourselves. No interruptions from work, family, or friends...just the two of us to spend quality time together that Saturday. We had just finished breakfast at a quiet little restaurant and I felt content and satisfied. 

Being the good girl I am, I wore the short cream-colored silk dress you liked, with no panties underneath. I could feel the soft silk brushing against my freshly shaved pussy lips...teasing me with light caresses, arousing me ever so softly. 

The scenery was beautiful and I loved watching the blue ocean glinting with the morning sunlight. The smell of your cologne filled my head with desire and I felt my nipples harden knowing soon you would have your lips sucking on them...gently biting till I moaned in pleasure and need. 

You hadn't told me where we were headed and truly it didn't really matter. Sitting close to you...feeling your body against mine as I leaned into you was enough to make me happy to be with you. The destination was not important... I could feel myself doze in a lazy sort of relaxation, happy and warmly filled with your love. 

I looked up into your eyes...silently begging you to touch me...arouse me.... How do you always know what it is that I need? What I crave from you?? You reach down, pull up my dress and teasingly play with my soft bare pussy lips. I felt my back arch, hoping to increase the pressure from your fingertips....but instead you simply pull away. Feeling frustrated I whimper and plead with you to touch me harder... Smiling, you pull my dress down and place both hands on the wheel, leaving me aroused and aching for more. 

After about 30 minutes of quiet chatting, you pull off the freeway and take a small road leading off into a wooded area. Knowing you won't tell me where we are going, I smile with the assurance that you make me happy regardless of where we are. Parking the truck, you gather a small bag from behind the seat, reach over and kiss me deep and long. I throw my head back, and you grab me and start sucking and biting on my neck. I can feel my abdomen muscles tighten with arousal and my breathing deepens. 

We get out of the truck and begin walking down a path into the woods. Suddenly, the sky darkens and opens releasing a torrent of rain. We both begin running, hand in hand, laughing and getting soaked from the rain. After ten minutes I notice a clearing in the woods, it is dark and absolutely silent in the woods, the rain pelting us with a stinging that is arousing in of itself. 

You drop the bag and wrap your arms around me, deeply enveloping me in your maleness. Grabbing my hair in the back you pull my head down and thrust your tongue down my throat, kissing me with a urgency and demand that literally takes my breath away. I feel myself getting lost in the feeling, and feel the wetness between my legs. As you kiss me, you slowly lead me backwards until I am leaning against a large tree. Out of nowhere, you pull out a rope and deftly tie me to the tree. 

I can feel a panic begin to rise in my chest, but know I am safe with you and try hard to relax my fears. I can feel the rough tree bark against my back and am glad I at least have the silk dress to insulate me from the roughness of the tree. As you kiss my throat, I close my eyes in pleasure. Everything goes black as the blindfold covers my eyes. The rain continues to drench my hair, skin, and dress. 

The buttons down the front of my dress are small, and you cannot seem to unbutton them fast enough. I gasp as I suddenly feel the fabric tear as you rip open the dress in frustration. My see through bra is soaked from the rain and you reach down and roughly squeeze both tits till I shudder with a delightful sense of pain. The bra too is ripped from my body and I stand there, tied to the tree, absolutely naked. It's quiet, and I cannot fathom what it is you are doing. I listen intently and realize you are taking photos with the digital camera and feel vulnerable and exposed. 

As hard as I try I cannot let go of my fear and beg you to let me go. Ordering me to be quiet only frustrates me further. Before I know it, you have gagged me with a cloth and now my body is available to you completely. You pull me aside from the tree and swat my bare wet ass several times telling me to be still, not to move or struggle. Rivulets of rain drench my body and make me feel slick and cold. My body is shaking from the cold, but more so from the intense sexual arousal. Once again you swat me and tell me to stand still. 

Your cold as ice lips surround my nipples with an insistence unknown to me before. I can feel them each harden and yearning for your attention. Your hands cup each breast and pull them up to your mouth. My pelvis reaches for you but is ignored. Concentrating on how my cunt throbs for you, I don't realize the incredible pressure on each nipple. Although the discomfort feels painful, slowly I begin to accept it as a part of myself. Draw in the pain, allow it to mix with the intense sexual arousal in my breasts. I can feel myself slowly giving in to the pain...becoming unaware of the rain...the bark of the tree scraping the flesh on my back....and ultimately the pinching of my nipples. 

Time seems to stand still and I find myself relaxing and allowing the expert rope binds to support my weight. The discomfort I feel is replaced with a desire and craving to feel you touch me. Explore my body with your eyes...your tongue...your hands...and finally your hard cock buried deep inside my cunt. I feel lost in my world of arousal, nearly unaware of the tugging of what I realize must be nipple clamps. Reluctantly I bring myself to the present, yanked away from my secret space... I hear you demand I spread my legs as wide as I can. 

I am completely yours, willing to yield to your innermost desires. I open my legs and am happy to show you my womanhood....hot, wet, and wide...ready and anxious for you to claim as your own. Again you are silent...and I can hear the soft click of the camera, taking permanent images of my vulnerability. Proof of my surrender to you. I can feel my mind wandering to that subspace...the feeling of wide open spaces...floating in nothingness, except your presence. The only thing I sense is you. 

The cloth gag is removed and just as I attempt to suck in the cold air, you cover me with your own mouth, stealing my air...filling me with your own. Your tongue explores every inch inside me, thrusting deep into my throat, our teeth clashing together. I can feel your hard dick pressed against my belly as your mouth claims my own. The clamps pull and tug at my nipples and as they harden I can feel the pressure intensify. As you remove your mouth from mine, I gasp for air and try to tell you how I adore you. Yet, no words can leave my soul. I have no way to express my love for you...other than through my body. 

You tell me if I can remain absolutely silent, except for an utterance of pleasure or moaning, you will leave off the gag. I am grateful and shake my head in agreement. You tilt my head back to allow the rain to moisten my throat and lovingly kiss and nibble my neck while I drink. The cold fresh water is nearly enough to bring me to tears as I realize how much you care for my body and mind. 

This tenderness provides a shelter of trust that opens me further to you. I can feel you tightening the pressure on the nipple clamps and I shudder in pain/pleasure. My pussy contracts with need and I desperately want to beg you to touch me...bring me to orgasm....give me the release I crave. I cannot stand waiting, and feel the impatience and longing of a spoiled brat. I scream, "fuck me fuck me NOW", and am rewarded with a bite so hard on my left nipple that I cry out in shock. "Do you want that gag back on? Do you?" I feel my mind comply and shake my head no.

You lips leave my tits and all I feel for several minutes is the beating of the cold rain on my naked body. The ropes are tied in such a way that I am able to relax my upper body, but my lower body is completely free. As ordered, I have kept my legs spread wide open. Hyper-aware, I can feel your breath travel down my body...pass my belly...pass my mound, and realize that you ever so gently separate my cunt lips. Previously covered, my clit is suddenly exposed to the cold air and a shock travels up my spine and my body quivers and convulses. Holding me open, you tongue licks and teases my clit, slowly warming me until I am on fire. Yet your motion doesn't change to the more hard and insistence pressure I need for orgasm. You continue to tease me, licking and tugging my inner lips...pulling at my clit, but not in a consistent way that will bring me release. 

Through the fog of subspace I hear you ask me, "Do you want to cum? Do you need me? Don't answer...show me. Place your legs around my body. Push yourself into my face. Do it now." I don't think I can. Won't it cause my back to have the skin scraped off from the tree trunk? How can I comply...how can I surrender? And yet, the need to feel your tongue buried deep inside my cunt is more important than any other discomfort I might feel. I lean back against the tree, and do as asked. Finally, finally, you give me the full attention I need. Your tongue fully consumes my pussy and licks me, bites me, till I feel waves of cumming overtake my entire being. My head is pressed against the tree, and I moan in pleasure as my body bucks against your face. While your tongue sucks my clit, you push a finger deep into my pussy...bringing me to climax after climax...I feel my flow of ejaculate leave my body and stream down my legs, mixed with the cold rain. 

Before I am able to recover and gain normal breathing, I feel you stand up and thrust your dick deep into my soaked and open cunt. You pound me till I nearly pass out but still cum several times. Your dick teases me, just barely entering me, and then suddenly burying your full length deep into my cunt. I gasp with each thrust, unaware how I can continue without screaming in pleasure. 

Just as quickly as you entered me, I felt your rock hard cock withdraw from my dripping cunt. Standing up, you gently loosen the ropes slightly. Thinking you had finished with me, I opened my mouth to speak. Before I could get out a word, you turned me and swatted my ass hard five or six times. "No talking" Instead of being released, I felt you pushing my body down the trunk until I found myself sitting on the cold wet ground. Roughly you opened my mouth and jammed your dick straight down my throat. I choked and tried desperately to move away, but the ropes and your strong hands on my face kept me in position to swallow your entire length with every thrust. I felt as if I would pass out from lack of air, but was unable express my need. 

It seemed that ten minutes went by before you finally grasped the back of my head, clutched my hair, and held my face deep into your groin. I felt the hot waves of cum gush down my throat and attempted to swallow you entirely. Even subspace didn't prevent me from hearing your groans of pleasure as you came deep inside me. After expending yourself, you leaned against my face and hung onto the tree gathering your own strength, with your now tender sweet cock nestled in my mouth. 

I must have lost myself for a short while, because the next thing I became aware of was you lifting me to a standing position, untying the ropes, and catching my weak body as I fell into your arms. From your bag you wrapped me in a huge soft blanket, and half carried me in the rain through the woods. As we broke out from the wooded area, I was conscious that the rain had stopped and the warm shining California sun broke out. I hadn't until then realized that the blindfold had been removed and I could finally see. Leaning against your body, I knew that I would never love or trust a man the way I could for you. You took me to the truck, settled me in the front seat, and tucked me into the blanket, where I fell fast asleep, safe and loved.



Saturday



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Saturday.

She got out of the car with her heart pounding, tugged her skirt down over her bare thighs, took her husband's arm as he came around the car, and walked with him across the gravel parking lot. She had gotten these Roman sandals with the over﷓the﷓calf laces for a costume party last Halloween, and she was aware of their binding and the heat and the dust with every step. Bare legs made her feel sexy, and her short skirt made her feel sexy, and her white blouse with an extra button left undone made her feel sexy, but she worried about how she must look. She hoped no one she knew was within miles of here. Her husband led her between cars and up to the building and held the door for her.

She was relieved to step out of the public sun and into the air﷓conditioning and the relative dim of the fluorescent lights and the anonymity. The anonymity was a relief. They could be Dick and Jane now, for all anybody knew. A young black woman behind a high counter was holding a phone conversation in lively, gossipy tones; she turned to them and paused.

"Two for the theater," Dick said.

"Twenty dollars," said the young woman.

Dick had the bill ready in his shirt pocket; no need to fumble with his wallet. He passed the money across the counter, and the young woman, her conversation already resumed, passed back two tickets like those you might get for a carnival ride. Dick led Jane on in.

It was a video store in front; shelves full of cassettes lined walls, and magazine racks were set out in the center of the narrow room. Three or four men were slowly scanning shelves. Signs up near the ceiling identified the nature of the merchandise – Amateur, Asian, Backdoor, Blacks'N'Blonds, Classics, Gay – along one wall; above an alcove sheltering a door at the far end of the room a sign said Theater. Jane had looked up at the signs, and down at her feet, never at the customers, and only when they were almost to the door did she inadvertently look across a magazine rack and stare straight into the blue eyes of a grubby, bearded, tangle﷓haired young man who might, with a little cleaning up, have posed as John the Baptist in the wilderness. She almost jumped.

The electric lock on the theater door buzzed and Dick opened it. Jane scuttled into the dark with him.


He had warned her, but it was still unnerving. The theater was pitch black, except for the screen itself. It took a second for the jumble of flesh tones on the screen to resolve themselves into body parts. Continuous screenings, no start times, no schedule – they'll change cassettes whenever this one is over. And no aisle lights to help you find a seat. Jane could tell by the light from that screen that there were a couple figures in the first few rows, but looking left and right of where she and Dick stood was nearly useless. A cigarette glowed ahead and to the left. Somebody whispered off to the right. She crowded closer to Dick.

"Close your eyes for a few seconds. They'll adjust." He squeezed her hand.

She nodded, did as she was told, and waited for a count of twenty. She blinked, shielded her eyes from the screen, and thought she might be able to tell that the seat nearest her was empty. Dick led her down the aisle and into a row of seats on the right. It was a tiny theater: six or eight seats on each side of a center aisle, perhaps a dozen rows in all. A video projector hung from the ceiling. Jane snuggled up to Dick as he put his arm around her; the air﷓conditioning wasn't all that cold, but she had goose bumps all the same.

Up on the screen a woman with red hair, naked except for high heels, was kneeling to peel the trunks off a man standing next to a swimming pool.

Dick settled into his seat a little further; Jane took a deep breath to settle her nerves. A man slouched in the row in front of them shifted in his seat.

The redhead began mouthing the large but floppy cock of the man. He put one hand on the back of her head and the other on his hip; the camera moved in closer. She worked her mouth around one side of his cock, then the other, then she pulled back and looked up at him, as if gauging his reaction. She tugged on his cock a couple times, then resumed sucking it. She had large breasts, but they were mostly off﷓screen.

Jane was distracted by someone shuffling into the row in front of them. An old man, balding and rumpled to judge by his silhouette, moved down the row and took the seat next to the man already slouching there. Jane leaned against Dick's shoulder, and he put his hand on her leg.

The cock on the screen was fully hard now, and the red haired woman sucked it in rhythm: four deep strokes then a pause for breath, four deep strokes and a pause for breath, four deep strokes and a pause for breath. Jane didn't find the technique noteworthy. The camera cut to a wider view; the man had peeled his tee﷓shirt off. He was well muscled. Jane wanted the redhead to run her hands over his chest, but she just kept bobbing away. After a minute she stopped, looked off to one side of the camera as if for direction, and then stood up without a word and went over to a deck chair and sat down straddling it.

Jane looked around the theater. Dick watched the screen steadily. Someone across the aisle stood up and walked back to the exit; there was a slight spill of light from the bookstore as he left. The rumpled old man leaned over and said something to his slouching neighbor, who muttered and shook his head. The old man sat back for a second, then stood up and began shuffling toward the aisle.


The man on the screen took a turn kneeling. The woman had to reposition herself in the deck chair to be within reach. He put his face between her legs. Jane put her hand on Dick's, tucked between her thighs, and watched the actor's tongue begin to work. The old man moved down to the front and took a seat by himself. The woman on screen began to make ooh and ahh noises, and run her tongue over her lips. The camera cut from the wide view of the couple to a close up of his tongue and fingers massaging her labia, then moved up to show the woman's face again. She pinched her own nipple and pulled hard on it. Jane put her own left hand over her right breast, comforting herself, and wondered if those breasts could possibly be natural. No. And the red highlights in the woman's neatly trimmed pubic hair? Perhaps, Jane wasn't sure.

The electric lock buzzed and the door opened. For a few seconds the theater was lit from behind as well as from the screen, and the old man in the front row turned around. Jane could see his face instead of just his outline; he needed a shave, but he had a half﷓smile behind the stubble. The door closed, the theater darkened, and the new patron moved uncertainly down the aisle, stumbling as he moved into the second row directly ahead of Dick and Jane. Someone on the other side of the theater lit a cigarette.

The woman on the screen finished moaning, and the man stood up. She turned and lowered the back of the deck chair till it was flat, then lay back and put her legs in the air. The man stepped up, straddling the chair, and held her legs by the calves, lifting and spreading her legs, curling her spine as her ass came up off the chair. He leaned down into her, and she took his cock and guided it toward her cunt. It clearly took some effort to achieve this open﷓to﷓the﷓camera position. Jane wondered which of them found it less comfortable, but she had to admire the clenched muscles of his ass and thighs and calves as he pushed slowly into the redhead and then slowly withdrew a few inches, then pushed in again. Jane realized she was no longer shielding her breast but massaging it. Dick squeezed her thigh harder, then loosened his grip and rubbed the top of her thigh from her knee to the hem of her skirt a couple times. She pulled the hem higher and kissed him behind his ear.

The man immediately in front of them shifted and sank further into his seat. The coins in his pocket were jingling faintly.

The bodies on the screen were taking longer, faster strokes. Jane thought it didn't look so uncomfortable any more. She spread her thighs just slightly, and Dick slipped his hand between them to stroke the inside of her thigh, moving higher with each pass. When he reached her panties she squeezed her legs together trapping him there.

The couple on the screen pounded away. The woman's breasts bounced in time to their pubic slapping. Jane slipped her hand inside her blouse, then inside her bra. Dick used his free hand to adjust the front of his trousers.

The old man's head blocked the bottom margin of the screen as he stood up and scuffed his way to the aisle. He found a new seat next to the newcomer two rows down.


The redhead was coming, or at least gasping. The man paused after each stroke to let her sigh, then plunged in again and was rewarded with a small squeal. Jane wasn't sure whether to spread her legs or cross them. The door buzzed, opened, and closed. Jane took her hand out of her blouse, and Dick took it and kissed the palm. The man on the screen withdrew and the redhead sagged. Someone rustled into the seat right behind Dick. The sloucher kept jingling his coins. The man on the screen continued to stand astride the deck chair as he helped the redhead sit up . The old man leaned sideways, his outline joining with that of his neighbor, and whispered. The neighbor whispered back, and the old man kept on leaning until his silhouette disappeared entirely below the line of the seat backs.

Jane watched as the redhead reached for her partner's cock, which was red and glistening wet and absolutely stiff. Jane twisted in her seat, put her head on Dick's chest, and felt for his cock, grasping it through his pants. Dick put his arms around her. She turned to face the screen again. The redhead was sucking again. Jane rubbed Dick's cock. The redhead stopped sucking and wrapped her fingers around the base of the mans cock and started jerking him fast and hard. Jane watched the projected cock swell even more. She didn't care who might be watching her silhouette; she slid half out of her seat as she leaned into Dick's lap and unzipped his pants. His cock had produced a wet spot on his shorts. She worked it out of the placket and kissed the tip of it, where it was sticky and salty. Dick unfastened his belt while she began working her lips down one side of the shaft. With his trousers undone she could get her fingers around his balls. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth again and sank her face onto it, letting it run as deep as she dared. She raised back up until the tip was barely between her lips, stole a breath, then sank back onto it again. Dick ran his hands lightly through her hair. She continued sliding up and down, delighting in the substance of this wet and stiff cock. She squirmed, but there was nothing to rub her own genitalia against.

She tried reaching up under her skirt with one hand, but her position, half out of her seat, was too awkward. Dick tried shifting his leg, and Jane took the opportunity to sit up, kiss him once on the lips, push his knees apart, and get out of her seat and kneel in front of him. The concrete floor felt gritty on her bare knees. She resumed sucking Dick, who held his hands lightly above her head so that his fingers brushed her hair each time she lifted her head. He was breathing hard. Now Jane was able to hoist her skirt and slip her right hand into her panties while her left kept Dick's cock positioned for her mouth. She shifted to spread her legs slightly more, and worked her fingers in time with her head, pushing harder as she sucked harder, her middle finger gliding back and forth between the folds of her inner lips. Dick moved his hands away and tensed his legs, his pelvis rising an inch or two up from his seat, and then Jane felt her mouth fill with a wad of heat and salt. To keep from choking she paused with just the head of Dick's cock in her mouth and used her hand to milk him, her tight fist sliding up his shaft from his balls to her lips to force more cum up and out. Dick began to sink back into his seat, and Jane lifted her mouth off him, took a deep breath in through her nose, closed her eyes, and swallowed.


She resumed fingering herself as she licked him nearly clean. She was so close already, but her knees hurt and she wanted a kiss. She hoisted herself up, half crawling into Dick's lap, and gave him a deep, wet, sticky kiss. He put his hands on her breasts as he returned her kiss, his fingers searching for her nipples through blouse and bra, and she shuddered, reached down, and put her hand back in her panties. This was nearly enough, and she stroked herself rapidly as she kissed Dick, and he pushed gently on her breasts. She lifted her face from Dick's, put her head alongside his, and looked over his shoulder straight into the wide eyes of the grubby John the Baptist character, now sitting in the row behind them. She came. She punched her finger as deep into herself as her position allowed, and drew a ragged, open﷓mouthed breath, and kept coming. Dick squeezed her breasts; John the Baptist was jacking off as fast as he could while he and Jane stared at each other, both now wide eyed and slack jawed. Jane withdrew her finger partway and plunged it in again, shuddering. John the Baptist spurted, droplets glinting briefly in the light from the screen. Jane sagged into Dick, slid down, and turned to face the screen as she shifted herself into her own seat.

Up on the screen a blond in a French maid's outfit was standing on a staircase, unbuttoning her blouse for a man in a tuxedo. The old man two rows down stood up, wiped his chin, worked his way over to the aisle, and began shuffling toward the exit, his smile still glowing through his stubble.

* * * * *



Saturday



It all started, the relationship with my Gran I mean, when I went to university. Gran lived two doors down the same street as I did, in a house about the same size. I shared a room with my two brothers and she said that I could have the two bedrooms at the back of her house, one as a bedroom and the other as a study. I was quite eager, because I had never really got along with my youngest brother. I paid a little for my room and board and, for most of the year was away studying. Summer and Christmas I would live with my Gran and get a part-time job while I studied and wrote the papers I needed to hand in at the beginning of next term.

One Saturday I had worked all morning in a nearby supermarket and then gone home for a shower. I knew that Gran would not be in the house, because every Saturday, for as long as I could remember, she had gone to the hops with my Mum, had lunch in a little café in town and then come back at about three in the afternoon. I showered slowly, not bothering with the lock on the bathroom door, because I knew that I had the house to myself. Climbing out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went across the landing into my room. Something prickled at the back of my mind as I dressed. It wasn't until I had finished dressing, and I was closing the door to my room that I realised what had been bothering me. I had pushed the bathroom door to when I had gone in for my shower, but when I had finished and gone to my room, the door had been opened wider, almost as though someone had been peeking through the gap on the hinge side.

Refreshed by my shower, I settled down at my computer and began to work on the paper that I had to hand in at the beginning of term. I have to admit that I was a little behind because the subject was not particularly interesting and this made me very liable to distractions. I tried to concentrate, but the sun streaming through my window made it very difficult. At first I tried to ignore the sounds from the front bedroom, trying to dismiss them as a daydream. They got louder and, at last, I decided to investigate. Gran had lived alone, until I moved in with her, since the death of my Granddad not long after I had been born.

I opened my door and listened to the noises that I could hear quite clearly now. They were definitely coming from my Gran's bedroom and they sounded like grunting and heavy panting breaths. I frowned and moved, as silently as I could, along the corridor until I reached the door to my Gran's room. The door was not even closed properly and I could see inside. 

Gran was spread across the quilt on her queen sized bed, naked apart from the string of pearls she always wore. Her legs were wide apart and I could see her thick bush, totally hiding her pussy. My eyes widened as I watched her slowly push a thick, pink dildo into her hairy thatch, panting a little as she pressed it into her gash. I watched, open mouthed, as she slowly worked the hard plastic inside herself. With an effort, I tore my gaze from the sight of her hand working the toy in and out of her pussy but, instead of turning away and slipping back down the landing to my own room, I let my eyes wander upwards.

Gran had a neatly curved figure and, although her tummy was a little rounded, she was by no stretch of any imagination fat. I could see her breasts, soft but still quite firm and rounded with hard, dark nipples standing up from the circles of darker skin, almost as big as saucers. As I watched, she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy, pushing it so deep that I thought she would lose it and then slowly pulling it back with wet slurping sounds as the shiny plastic slipped out, covered in her creamy love juices. She lifted her head and I ducked back behind the door, hoping that I had not been spotted. My cock had hardened and become erect as I watched her and I dashed back into my room and flung myself onto my bed. Unbuttoning my jeans I pulled out my thick cock and began to stroke it, feeling the heat as it throbbed in my fist. It only took a couple of strokes to make me cum all over my hand and balls, the sight of my Gran with her dildo had excited me so much.

I cleaned myself up and sat in front of my computer, typing my paper with only half of my mind on my work. The other half kept wandering back to what I had seen in my Gran's bedroom. The work went very slowly and I kept being distracted by sounds from along the landing. Eventually I heard footsteps moving along the landing and pausing outside my door, before they carried on down the stairs. The footsteps returned and paused outside the door, then I heard a light tap.

"Can I come in?" Called Gran through the door.

"Sure, it's open." I called back.

The door opened and Gran cam in with a tray of tea and biscuits. She put the tray down on the edge of my desk and sat on the sofa that ran along one wall. I turned away from the computer and smiled at her.

"Thank you Gran, I was about ready for a break." I told her.

"Have you been working long?" she asked, looking at me with an unusual expression.

"Since about lunchtime."

"Oh. I hope I didn't distract you while I was sorting my bedroom."

I could not hide the blush that coloured my face but I hoped that the swelling of my cock, as I remembered watching her, was hidden by the shadow of the desk. The biscuit I had just bitten fell apart, showering my lap with crumbs. Gran tutted and leaned forward to brush the crumbs away with her hand. As she brushed, her hand pressed against the hardness of my cock and she squeezed gently, feeling the outline through my jeans. All of the crumbs had been swept from my lap, but Gran left her hand there, kneading my cock through the denim. She reached higher and unfastened the buttons , one by one until my fly was gaping open and she could stroke the bulge of my cock through my cotton briefs. I closed my eyes and groaned softly as her fingers squeezed and kneaded me.

Gran stood up and looked at me. Her eyes locked on mine as she unbuttoned the light cotton housedress she wore and let it fall onto the floor. Underneath she was wearing a black corset and stockings, with a pair of black panties.

"I know you watched me and I heard what you were doing in your bedroom afterwards." she said, "I haven't been with a man since your Granddad died and I want to do it with you."

I just stared for a moment, trying to ignore the rising of my cock as my eyes roved over her body. Numbly I stood up and moved closer, stepping out of my jeans as they tangled around my ankles. She reached out and hooked her fingers into the elastic of my briefs and pulled them down, so that my hard cock sprang free. Her fingers were cool against the heat of my cock as she pulled me closer and my mouth came down upon hers.

We broke apart gasping and I pressed on her shoulders, making her kneel in front of me, so that my cock bobbed in front of her mouth. She looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

"Suck me" I commanded, roughly.

"I don't know how. I've never done anything like that, it's dirty." she replied .

"Open your mouth." I hissed at her, grabbing her hair.

She gasped and I dragged her head closer, stuffing the swollen head of my cock into her mouth, watching as her lipstick smeared along the shaft, right to the base. Holding her head, I rocked my hips back and forth, filling her mouth with my cock and then sliding it out, watching my cock covered with her spit dripping onto her chin. I could feel her heave as I rammed my cock hard and deep but she quickly realised that, if she gulped on the head of my cock as it reached the back of her throat, it would slip over her tongue. The tears in her eyes had made her mascara run down her cheeks, but she gamely sucked and gobbled the hard meat in her mouth and throat.

Pulling her to her feet, I unfastened her corset and spilled her breasts into my hands, pinching the hard nipples and leaning forward to suckle on them, dragging them into my mouth and lashing them with my tongue. She moaned deep in the back of her throat. Reaching down, I ripped her panties away from her dripping pussy, thrusting my fingers against the furry gash. She whimpered as they slid into her and I fingered her sopping gash.

"Did you like my cock in your mouth? Is that why your cunt is so wet?" I demanded

She shook her head and then, more slowly nodded.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you to do me." She whispered.

"Do you mean fuck you? If that's what you want then you'll have to say so." I prodded her.

"I c-c-can't say that!"

"Ok, then, I'll just get dressed."

"P-p-please, fuck me!"

I pushed her back onto the sofa and pushed her knees apart and back so that she was spread on the edge of the sofa, then knelt between her splayed thighs. Taking the base of my cock in my fist, I rubbed the swollen head along the gash of her pussy, covering my cock with her pussy juice and feeling it mingle with her spit where she had sucked and slobbered all over my hard meat.

With my cock all slimy with her spit and juice, I wriggled the head into her pussy, slipping it between the tender lips and guiding the head into the wet passage she had excited with her dildo. A steady push from my hips and I shoved the whole length of my cock into her dripping hole. She screamed as I penetrated her and she felt the head of my cock filling and stretching her pussy. I waited for her trembling to die down and felt the tight grip of her pussy ease off and then leaned over her and sucked the hard nub of her nipple where it stood proud from the huge dark circle of her aureole. Sucking hard I shoved my hips forward, ramming my cock hard and deep into her bubbling pussy. she grunted and gasped as I drove my cock deeper and pressed my hard chest against her sweaty breasts. As I gained an easy rhythm, driving my cock forward as hard and deep as I could and then pulling back so that it almost fell out of her gaping pussy, she thrashed her head against the cushions, sobbing as I plunged into her. Just as I judged she was ready to cum with my cock buried in her pussy, I stopped, pinning her to the sofa, so that she could not move.

"Don't stop, finish me, do me, please." she begged.

"Do what? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do." I ordered.

"Fuck me, please FUCK ME!!" she screamed.

Drawing back I rammed my cock into her faster and faster, my thighs slapping against the cheeks of her bottom and her pussy juices running down the crack of her ass onto the sofa. A final lunge and I pinned her down hard as my cock jerked inside her , thick slimy ropes of my cum spraying into her pussy. Each spurt made her jerk and her pussy contract, so that my cock could feel the rippling of her pussy a she milked my cock.

It must have been only a few moments, but it felt as though her pussy was milking my cock of its thick sperm, forever. At last, the final drops of cum spurted into her greedy pussy and my softening cock slid out of her trailing a thin string of slimy cum over her thighs.

As I say, it started that Saturday evening, how we carried on is another story.



Saturday



Saturday. No need to get up early. No fighting other passengers for a seat on the train to and from the city. No memos, no annoying phone calls, no 2-hour meetings scheduled for 4:30 PM. Saturday. My day. Time for fun, relaxation and, with a little luck, sex.

At 8:00 I phoned a lady friend, Lisa, to ask if she'd made any plans for the day. She said no, so I invited her to go with me to a local lake. Lisa jumped at the idea and told me to pick her up in an hour. We rang off and I couldn't help but smile. Lisa does not have supermodel looks and her body, while certainly not fat, is blessed with a bit of plush in all the right places. Lisa also has a wonderful personality and is never boring to be around. Last, but definitely no least, she's an absolute tigress in bed. Like the big cat, she'll stalk her prey and pounce when he least expects it. Once in her grasp, she'll toy with her victim and then go in for the sexual kill when his defenses are down. Let me tell you, I look forward to being devoured by tigress Lisa again and again and again!

I packed a beach towel, swimming trunks and a cooler with some beer, soft drinks and light snacks. Grabbing a bottle of sunscreen and a floppy hat, I went out the door and threw my stuff into the back seat of my car. At just before 9:00 I reached Lisa's apartment building. I called up for her and with 5 minutes we were driving to the lake. Lisa was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and rather short shorts. She wore sandals on her feet and dark sunglasses covered her eyes. She brought along a tote bag with her beachwear. 

The lake was about 40 minutes north of Lisa's building. It's popular with couples and is well known as a "lovers' hangout". At night, it isn't unusual to see shapes moving in sensuous ways on the beach and surrounding grass and hear the accompanying sounds of people having hot sex. That's not to say nothing happened during the day. Mostly there was lots of flirting and touching and suggestive talk, but there was very little overt sex. 

Lisa and I arrived a little before 10:00. It was still early and we had most of the beach to ourselves. She suggested a more-or-less isolated spot to spread out our towels. We staked our claim and started to get changed into our beachwear. I stripped off my clothes and bent down to retrieve my swim trunks. Lisa sneaked up behind me and grabbed my ass. I wasn't expecting that and I fell forward in surprise. Lisa laughed at me. I stood up and glared at her. She pointed at me and laughed even harder. I looked down and saw that my front was covered with sand. I started wiping it from my chest and legs. Lisa watched me and told me to stop. She came toward me and finished clearing the sand from my chest and legs. Then she moved to my groin and began to brush sand grains off my cock and balls. 

She took her sweet time about it and before long my cock had engorged to its full length and hardness. At long last, Lisa pronounced my prick to be sand-free. But, she asked, what were we to do about my erection? Before I could answer, Lisa came up with a most satisfactory solution. She dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. Lisa's blowjobs are legendary. She can do tricks with her tongue, teeth and throat that will turn the strongest, most virile men into whimpering puppies. She was now doing just that to me. She had sucked in my penis down to the root. I could feel her throat muscles literally trying to swallow my cock. I can best describe the sensation as what I imagine dough feels like while being kneaded. Suddenly I sensed I was going to cum and I warned Lisa to be ready. She slowly moved her head back and my cock exited her throat. A few seconds later, the first of several streams of hot spunk jetted into her mouth. Lisa loves the taste and texture of cum. She made sure to capture as much of it as she could in her mouth before letting my now-limp cock plop out. She swished my semen all around her mouth, making sure to coat every bit of her tongue. Then she opened her mouth wide to let me see what I had deposited. With great ceremony, Lisa tilted her head back and let gravity move my sperm down her gullet. 

Lisa licked her lips and smiled telling me how good that was. Then she told me to turn around so she could get into her own bathing suit. Without waiting to see if I'd followed her instructions, Lisa turned her back to me and stripped off her t-shirt. Then she wiggled out of her shorts and slowly slid off her panties. Of course, I watched the whole thing and knew that Lisa knew I was watching her. As soon as Lisa's panties were off, she spread her legs and did a stiff-legged forward bend at the waist, pretending to look for her bathing suit. Her pussy was wet and slightly opened and seemed to call out "Come on in!" My cock was back at full attention. I took a couple of steps forward, grasped Lisa by her hips and entered her love canal. She gave a gasp as I pushed in. My tempo was slow at first, but soon I picked up the pace. We went on like this for a couple of minutes before Lisa asked me to lie down on a towel. She squatted down on my cock and rode me for several minutes. I played with her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples the way she likes. Soon we were both at the point of orgasm. Lisa's strong vaginal muscles milked my cock until I shot my second load of the day deep into her womb. She then went into her own sexual rapture.

It took a while, but Lisa dismounted off my cock and licked me clean. Then, with my cum still in her cunt, she quickly put on her bikini bottom and top. I put on my trunks and, except for the rapidly spreading cum stain at the front of Lisa's bikini bottom, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. We went swimming and lay in the sun and had a good time of it. In the early afternoon we ate a bit and washed our food down with sodas and beer. 

By 4:00 we decided to head back to town. Lisa stripped off her bikini and put on her shorts (no panties!) and t-shirt. I put on my shirt and shorts (no boxers!). We threw our things in the car and drove off. Lisa was feeling frisky and reached for the front of my shorts. She pulled down the zipper and pulled my prick out. She began to stroke my cock and soon had me worked up to a third hard on. Her fingers felt really good sliding up and down over my cock. Giving great hand-jobs is another of her many sexual talents. Luckily the road was empty because I swerved out of my lane as my balls emptied fresh seed onto Lisa's fist. Instead of licking her hand clean, she pulled down her shorts and rubbed my sperm over her clit and lips and into her vagina. It only was a minute before she fell into the throes of a self-induced orgasm. Lisa pulled up her shorts and tucked my penis back into my shorts. 

All too soon, we arrived at Lisa's apartment building. I thanked her for a wonderful day and asked if she'd be interested in going out to dinner. Lisa thanked me for a good time, but declined the dinner invitation, saying she felt like eating in. Her face lit up as she wondered if I'd want to eat in with her. I thought that'd be a nice change of pace and readily agreed. We stepped into her apartment and Lisa told me dinner would be ready very soon. I asked what we were having, to which she replied it would be something we both liked. OK, I was cool with that. Lisa told me to sit at the table while she cleaned up and got the meal ready. 

It was maybe ten minutes before Lisa came into the dining area. She had on a short pale yellow dress. Cheerfully, she announced "Dinner is served!" I looked at her wondering where the food was. Lisa must have known what I was thinking. She asked me to move back about a foot after which she hopped onto the table and opened her legs wide as she raised her dress. There, just above her slit was the word "Dinner". Those who know me will tell you I'm not one to pass up a meal, so I dove in between her thighs with total gusto. I licked and nibbled and sucked on her cunt until she was wracked with several orgasms. I know she enjoyed my efforts as much as I did and I'm sure my face will show bruises from where Lisa's thigh slammed shut against my cheeks. After finishing my "dinner", Lisa treated herself to a dessert of hot salty semen, fresh from the tap. Then she and I fucked in her pussy and asshole and mouth for the rest of the evening. I think we finally ran out of energy round about 10:00PM. I kissed her one last time, tasting her and my mingled juices on her lips. I drove home and fell into bed. 

Just before falling asleep, I remember thinking:

Sunday. No way I'm getting up early! Sunday. My day to let my cock and balls recover. Time for relaxation and, with a little luck, no sex! 



Saturday



I was lying on my back, a man's head between my thighs. His tongue was working me over, and over, and over. I was shaking and on the verge but still I couldn't come. I was desperate, grabbing handfuls of sheets and writhing, bucking against him. A buzzer was going off, it was ringing over and over while I tried to focus. I heard Stan's voice, "Honey, we already left for the game. We'll be back late, Have fun!" I woke up from the dream, shaking the sleep from my body and ran for the phone but he had already hung up.

Ah, a Saturday all to myself. This hasn't happened in, oh, I don't know, three years? I whipped off my p.j.s and threw on my old purple sundress. It was more of a bathing suit cover-up really. The fabric was so thin that it was best suited for the beach. Now I could clean the house and be totally comfortable. I rubbed my thighs together and felt the remnants of my unfulfilled dream. I would have to take care of that later, I had a lot of stuff to do today. 

With the boys gone to a baseball game until later in the evening I could get a lot done and do it my way. Flipping on the radio, I scanned the stations looking for something to get me in the mood to clean. Rod Stewart's voice cried out, 'If you think I'm sexy, and you really want me, come on baby let me know!' I had found my station. 

I really hoped Stan would keep the kids out late, or at least until I had finished all of my errands and cleaning. I set to work cleaning out the tub. Straddling the cold white porcelain, I leaned over and worked on the soap scum ring. I slipped a little and gripped the side of the tub with my bare thighs. My breasts swung back and forth as I swirled my arm, removing the grime. I stood up to inspect my work and saw the outline of my moist folds on the otherwise perfectly clean tub. I leaned over and polished it off with my sponge. 

Turning to the sink, I glimpsed my refection in the mirror. Not bad for an old mommy. My long brown hair fit nicely with big green eyes. I'm so glad that I stopped bleaching it out. Maturity was leading to new self-confidence. My hips swayed to the next song and I belted out a few rounds of 'Hit me with your best shot!' while posing in the mirror. After fulfilling my fantasies of becoming a rock star, I laughed at myself, glad that I was alone. 

I scrubbed the bathroom until it shone and followed with the kitchen and the living room. I mopped and scrubbed until the whole house was clean, I even changed all the bed linens and sprayed a little room freshener in the air. By the time I was finished my purple sundress was damp with sweat and soapy suds. I looked at the clock and gasped as I realized that they would be home within a few hours. I needed to get to the grocery store, start on dinner, and take a shower before they returned.

I slipped on my flip-flops and ran to the garage. I jumped in the car and took off. I thought through my shopping list, chicken, rice, broccoli, and an onion. What else, what else? I should get some soda and maybe a bottle of wine? Nah. 

I felt good. I had accomplished a lot today without all the regular interruptions. I thought about my clean house, the clean antiseptic smell in the air, the soft, clean sheets on the bed. Maybe I should get a bottle of wine. Who knows, after the kids are asleep?

I parked and dashed from the car into the grocery store. The cold air conditioning blew up my skirt and I realized that I was still only wearing my sundress. I stood frozen for a few seconds feeling completely naked. I debated going home and ordering a pizza. I shook off the thought and grabbed a cart. This was stupid. I was only picking up a few things and I would be out. No one would even notice my swinging and jiggling under the dress.

I waltzed into the produce section and grabbed some broccoli, shoving it in a bag. Turning around I nearly ran into the produce guy. He put his hands up to help keep me from falling. I straitened my dress and mumbled my apologies then turned to walk away. 

"We have a special on bananas today ma'am," his radio-like velvet voice stroked over my jostled nerves.

"Really," I turned back to face him, "I'll have to check it out. Thanks!" I walked towards the piles of onions.

"My pleasure," he called after me. I looked over my shoulder to smile at him and saw he was checking out my ass! My cheeks redden in a blush as I quickly hurried to grab the onion. He was actually checking me out! I was a little surprised but very flattered that the cute young produce boy was probably fantasizing about me.

I perused the meat counter looking for a package with enough for a family of four. Dissatisfied, I rang the bell for the butcher. A middle-aged man with graying hair stuck his head out of the service window.

"Can I help you?" He seemed distracted and I heard the sounds of a machine going in the background.

"Um, I was hoping you could make up a package of chicken for me?" I smiled hoping that if I were nice, he would be nice.

"Sure, I'll be right out." He disappeared into the back and I heard the machine stop. He came through the swinging doors with fresh blood splattered across the front of his otherwise perfectly white outfit. "What'll it be, thighs, breasts?" He looked down my dress and his attention focused momentarily on my erect nipples. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned to face the meat locker.

"Four breasts will be fine, thank you."

"Sure thing, be up in a jiffy," he leaned over taking two of the packages and disappeared into the back again. I stood there rubbing my arms as I shivered next to the cold meats. I thought about all of that red meat, how the butcher would run his hands over it selecting the best pieces and rapping them in plastic. I wondered if his hands were hard or soft and started to get a little turned on. Maybe I had smelled too much cleaning fluid today. 

He emerged finally, smiling as he handed me the newly packaged breasts of chicken. "Is there anything else I can do for you ma'am? We have a special running on hot Italian sausages."

"Um, no thanks," I bolted for the beverage section grabbing a box of rice and a two-liter of soda along the way. Bananas and hot Italian sausages, what was I thinking? I should have just gone home and ordered that pizza. I stood in front of the hundreds of wine bottles and tried to make a good selection despite my growing embarrassment.

"Can I be of some assistance?" I man's deep voice came from behind. I turned and found the groceries wine sommelier approaching fast. He was very handsome with dark eyes and curly dark hair. I turned back to the wine racks hoping to hide my swinging breasts and erect nipples. He looked in my cart, "A white would be nice, something smooth and subtle? Or perhaps you would like a more robust choice?"

"I don't know, you pick something," My cheeks were flaming hot and I felt like a fever was coming on. He reached over my shoulder and pulled a bottle from the shelf placing it in my cart.

"Do you need a screw, I mean a cork screw?" he smiled down at me, "because I have a very excellent one here..."

I turned and walked away before he could finish, this place was crazy! I marched to the checkout lane and took up my place in line. The tabloids always caught my eye and were good for a few laughs while passing the time. Today's top headlines were celebrities who celebrate nudity, naked sea god attacks party boat, and housewives gone wild, the naked truth. I quickly turned away. The baby in the cart in front of me was eyeing my chest hungrily. I thought about Stan sucking on my breasts while he made me come. I felt a little moisture start to drip down my inner thighs. Come on, come on!

Finally, I made it back to my car. I raced home desperate for that hot, or may be a cold shower. My seat belt rubbed between my breasts and I slipped my hand between my legs. I was wet, really wet. I looked at the dashboard clock. The boys would be home in an hour, then dinner, it would be at least four hours or more until I could mall Stan. I squeezed my thighs shut and tried to put the aching throb out of my mind. I pulled into the garage and slammed the door in frustration.

Once in the kitchen, I threw the chicken on the counter and got a pot out to boil the rice. The radio was still on and I heard, 'lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed...' 

That was it. The tension was too much. I ran to the bedroom and peeled back my freshly made bed sheets. I smelled the clean linen scent drifting up through the air and shuddered with anticipation.

Where was Hoss? I hadn't used him in a long time but after today, I needed him. I shuffled through the underwear in my top drawer until I felt his smooth latex ridges. I wrapped my hand around his rubbery shaft, my fingers not even making it most of the way around. I pulled him out and walked purposefully to the bed. I was going to fuck myself silly.

I grabbed the little bottle of lube Stan kept in his side table drawer and flopped down on the bed. I slicked up Hoss and rubbed him along my aching slit. I leaned back on the soft sheets and pushed his round rubber head into my hole. My clit throbbed and begged to be touched. No, not until Hoss was in. 

Hoss was huge, bigger than Stan, bigger than most men I think. I pushed him in a little further, spreading my legs so that he could penetrate deeper. I pushed hard and felt the slight burning of being stretched just a little too far. I pulled him back out again and then slowly slid him back in. Ooo, he was so big. I pumped him in and out as my muscles relaxed to accept him. My juices were running down my bottom, making a wet spot on the bed. 

My other hand slid across the thin fabric of my sundress massaging my breasts and pinching my hard nipples. Oh, my clit was aching now. I pumped Hoss a little faster. I ran my hand down my belly pulling my sundress up out of the way. I rubbed my throbbing clit making my legs spasm. My stomach muscles twitched violently. It wouldn't be long but, I wanted to make it last. I slowed down the pumping, moving Hoss slowly in and out of my dripping hole. I rubbed my clit again and flicked it with my fingernail. 

Aah! I was too close already! I couldn't take it any more. Fuck! I rolled over on my belly with my hands pinned between my legs. I pushed Hoss in as deep as he would go and bit down on the sheets. My hips rocked back and forth on my fingers, my fingers scratched at my clit, and the exquisite feeling drove up through my body, exploding over me, shaking me violently while I screamed long and hard into the mouthful of sheet. It welled up in me again and I rocked harder against my fingers until I screamed out again, riding the wave up and over. I slumped against the bed, drawing deep breaths, my fingers still between my legs. Hoss slipped out and fell to the ground with a dull thud. I lay there for a moment reveling in the afterglow.

Finally I got up and stretched, made up the bed and cleaned off Hoss, slipping him back into his hiding spot under my panties. I turned on the shower and once it was hot enough, slipped in and relaxed into the hot stream of water. What a great day. I replayed the events like a movie in my mind, laughing and smiling while I soaped and cleaned my body. Perhaps Stan could help me play out a sequel tonight.



Saturday



This is an incest story between the son, Ravi who after being away from his mother Mala for two years comes back home only to fall head above heels in lust with her beautiful face and lush body. This story is just my visualization and the names of the characters are just imaginary. This story is written keeping in mind Indian women readers and I hope it would please them. 

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Saturday

Ravi Chopra was cruising 10,000 feet above sea level in the Boeing in which he was traveling from U.K to India. It was about to land in a short time. He was daydreaming about his mother whom he had not seen since past three years. It was a long wait and now that he was so close his apprehension was growing by the second. He was getting impatient and was biting his nails. His joy knew no bounds when he heard the voice 'fasten your seat belts' and he jumped into thin air when he felt aircraft landing on the tarmac. 

Mala short for Malathi Chopra was also in the same frame of mind, waiting for her son at the Airport. She could not believe herself when she saw the Boeing landing. She too could not believe she would be seeing her son in a few moments. Three years? Three years was too long a wait for her and now when the time had come to see her son, it was like seeing God.

It was not just three years that Mala had suffered. It was three years and three months precisely since the tragedy fell upon her, when her dearly loved husband died from a cardiac arrest. Mala was just 36 years old when that happened and her son Ravi was three short of 18 years.

Her husband Chopra had left behind a business which kept Mala busy the whole day, leaving no scope for her to give any time for her son. It was this pain of not able to look after her him that she had decided to send him to U.K. Today after a lapse of 3 years she was staring at the blue sky waiting for the steel bird to make its appearance.

At last the plane landed and Ravi who had managed to rush out of it was the first to enter the Airport lounge. And upon seeing his mother who stood looking at the open doors curiously, his eyes started dampening. By the time Ravi rushed to meet his mother a few eye drops slid down his cheeks. The mother and child hugged other in such a manner that the passer bys stood rooted to the spot admiring them. Everybody was overwhelmed to see the pure affection and love between a mother & her son. 

After collecting the luggage, Mala drove Ravi home. Ravi was so much engrossed in telling her about London that within no time they reached home. The whole evening passed off with each other telling their stories and as Ravi was tired; he retired to bed early.

The next morning as Ravi got up; he was surprised to see the note his mother had left behind before leaving for work. He was surprised to see her not at home. He had thought she would be there to listen to his adventures. He was taken back a little. Ravi had to wait till 8.30 pm before his mother returned back. Then as she was tired she retired to bed early. This jolted Ravi even more. 

The same sequence of events occurred for the next 3 days and Ravi who was longing to be with his mother could not digest what was happening. This Friday as Mala came home late she was shocked to see Ravi slumped on the sofa. His half closed eyes had turned red and he had stretched down on the sofa without changing his clothes. Mala walked over to him and as she did not want to wake him, she brought a rug and draped it over him. She felt sorry for him.

Later in the seclusion of her room, recollecting the past three and a half years, it became clear as to what she was doing at present was wrong. She was repeating the same mistake, which she had committed three years ago. It came to her as a rude shock that Ravi needed her company and love and she was failing to give him. It was then she decided that the day after being Saturday she could take him out. She sat up on the bed and scribbling down a few lines she left it on the table for Ravi to see.

The next morning Ravi was pleased to see the note his mother had written. It brought him much relief. He was glad to note that his mother was free and not going to office. Light heartedly as he finished his morning chores, a beaming Mala hurried in preparing sumptuous breakfast. At the breakfast table they decided to go out in the evening and eat out in a restaurant.

Soon it was time for them to get ready to leave. As Ravi dressed in casuals his mother took her time in dressing up. It was after three and half years she was going out, and she wanted to deck herself in the best of clothes. She was careful in picking her dress. She wanted to maintain her stature of a mother and on the same side she wanted to look elegant. At last she went for a dark green black border silk sari with a black sleeveless blouse that coordinated her figure and complexion. 

After getting ready as she walked down the garage, she was pleasantly surprised to see Ravi at driver's seat. She quietly perched by the side of her son as he expertly drove the car into the streaming crowd. Mala was amazed by the way Ravi handled the big car and in no time he maneuvered the Sedan into the parking lot of the Restaurant. 

Mala felt jubilant when Ravi stepped at her side and holding her hand, escorted her into the restaurant. The moment they entered the dining room many pairs of eyes devoured Mala and feeling bashful snuggled closer to Ravi. Ravi very proudly escorted her to a corner table and as they sat down, a band started playing. It was Ravi who ordered the drinks, dinner, etc while Mala sat watching her son taking the role of a grownup. While Mala was busy observing her son, a few men sitting at various tables were openly staring at her. Ravi observed all this ogling and in a way he felt elevated to have been her escort. He felt proud in the company of such an elegant lady.

It was when they had finished their drinks that Mala excused herself and started walking towards the ladies room. Ravi watched her leaving and when his gaze felt upon her body, he looked at it with lewd eyes. His eyes were at once focused on her lush figure. He looked at the exposed part of her shoulders and looking down; he focused his attention on her rather plump back. Then his eyes were glued at her round solid mounds and before they changed the course, she stepped into the Ladies Room. Ravi was so much thrilled to have feasted his eyes upon his mothers' body that he felt himself growing. He was awed by it and he tucked it back properly. 

He anxiously waited for her to come out and as she stepped into his vision his eyes were again glued on her body like they were magnetized. This time his eyes feasted upon her bosom and midriff. He watched her bosom heave and her tall strides had a stirring effect on him. Ravi was mesmerized by her figure. Mala seeing him scrutinize her so openly was overjoyed as she felt he was showing all the signs of a grownup. Before taking her seat she poked him in his ribs to make him come out of the spell.

Ravi was astonished by her move and coming out of the reverie smiled at her. The rest of the evening they sat close by enjoying the dinner. Finally when they came out of the restaurant it was Mala who said

'Let's go for a drive.'

Ravi was pleased to hear this and he replied 'Okay Maam'.

(He had deliberately called her Maam.)

This caused Mala to raise her eyebrows questioning his intentions, at which he smiled and put the vehicle in gear.

Ravi, for some time cruised slowly in the city and once he was on the highway, he pressed on the gas. Mala by such time relaxed on the soft cushion of the seat and was enjoying the cool breeze playing with her hair and was recalling the last time when she was out on a drive. She sat in a trance.

Ravi on seeing her engrossed in her own world let her alone and did not disturb her till they reached home.

Again when Mala stepped out of the garage Ravi could not stop his eyes from feasting on her body. This time his eyes were rewarded as Mala's sari on being crumbled had climbed down a little from her slip, exposing the top part of her mounds enriched in the petticoat. This again jolted Ravi and feeling ashamed on having eyed his mother with lewd eyes, he slowly walked in.

Once inside, Ravi's eyes took to the surrounding of the living room. Though four days had passed since his arrival, he had not seen it so thoroughly. He was amazed to see the rich sofas, the soft Persian rugs, and the Hi tech TV set with all accessories. His eyes then took to the walls. They were draped with rich paintings. Wherever his eyes wandered he saw something new and rich ensconced. Even his room was re-furnished. His bathroom had new tiles. He then realized how much pains his mother might have taken to upgrade all this. This made him feel sorry for her. 

On the other Mala was feeling high, first on being eyed by many males in the restaurant and secondly by her son's behavior. She felt proud to be a mother of a mature boy. It also made her feel free from all responsibilities. Feeling light hearted she started looking up in the mirror. She could not believe in what she saw. She saw in her a woman much younger than her present age. She saw in her a woman who needed love. She saw in her a body rich and appealing. 

Her breasts were uptight. Her waist though a little heavy was still in line with other parts of her body. Her long slender thighs were rich and graceful. Her round mounds were well formed. What her body needed most was a robust male. Thinking about him she slowly dozed off. 

CHAPTER II

The next morning, Mala preparing the breakfast was brooding over the subject of how to disclose to her son about the other man she was contemplating to have in her life. She was reluctant in putting across to her son straightforward. At first she thought being a mature person he may be able to apprehend her feelings and on the other hand, she did not want him to be offended on hearing the news. She was in a dilemma as how to disclose it and finally she resolved to bring it out in humor.

Sitting by the side of him on the breakfast table, she tried her best to bring out the subject but failed every time she contemplated putting it across. Finally seeing him eyeing a girl on the TV she asked him.

'How many girl friends have you left behind?' 

'None he replied' without shifting his eyes from the one he was seeing on TV.

'How come' she asked quickly?

'I did not meet anyone gorgeous to befriend,' he replied.

Hearing him utter the word 'gorgeous' she was surprised.

'How do you rate the one you are watching she asked jokingly?' 'Poor, Fair, Good or Gorgeous'

'Poor' he replied.

Whom do you rate as 'Good or as say gorgeous' she quizzed?

'You' he said looking deep into her eyes.

Mala was shocked to hear this and before she could react, he replied.

'For me you are the most beautiful and gorgeous woman in the world. I cannot visualize anyone else,' saying this he let his eyes roam over her body.

On hearing those words she felt like her world was falling apart. Just the other night she had thought of bringing someone into her life, but now she felt it would be a dream. She then realized that her son needed her the most. She had packed her son out of her life for too long and now it was her turn to give him all the love and care which she had missed out during the last three years. Wiping the tears out of her eyes she ventured into the kitchen and when she came out after five minutes, she had changed. She looked charming, she looked elegant, and she looked captivating. All this was for her son.

Both Mala and Ravi changed from that moment. While Mala joked and teased him every moment, Ravi became bolder and bolder in replying to her. Thus their intimacy grew.

One day while they were on the drive, Mala ran through what Ravi had said. 'For me you are the most beautiful and gorgeous woman in the world'. She laughed on recollecting those words. 

'What's so funny', asked Ravi hearing her laugh?

'Your words' replied Mala.

'Which ones' he asked?

'Can't repeat them' she said.

'Why' he asked again.

'Because they are not true' she said.

'How can you be so sure,' he asked her.

'Because I know, I am neither beautiful nor gorgeous' as you put it.

Hearing this Ravi slowed down the car and facing her he said, 'You are both'

'Now you are pulling my leg' she replied coolly.

'No, I mean it' he replied.

'What's so beautiful' she quizzed back.

'Your face' Ravi replied.

'And what's Gorgeous?' she asked smiling at him mischievously.

Ravi stopped the car and turning towards her said. 'You have a beautiful face and you have a gorgeous . . . . he stammered (he wanted to say body but changed and said) ... lips'.

Mala knew she had caught him on the wrong foot but to continue the conversation she asked. 'What's so gorgeous about my lips? Tell me; tell me' she said, protruding her lips in front of him and smiling at him.

'You have pouting lips' he said pointing his fingers at them.

'You like them' she asked.

'Yes, I do' saying this he touched her lips with his fingers.

Mala felt his fingers bracing her lips. She was enjoying it and to lure him further she questioned, 'How do they feel,' she asked?

'Soft, warm and exciting,' he replied.

'What's so exciting' she murmured?

'Their moistness' he replied.

'How did you find out about all these,' she asked.

'By touching them' he said.

'By touching them you have found out so much, I wonder what you would say after kissing them' she said. The moment she let out those words she regretted it. She was ashamed and before he could answer, she said 'I was just teasing you, come lets go.' Somehow she stalled the proceedings.

Ravi knew she was trying to pull out. He also knew that this was just the start and if he played his cards correct he could reach new goals. Acting on her wishes, he started the car and drove home. On reaching home as Mala stepped out of the car and started moving inside, Ravi's eyes followed her strides. He was captivated by the way she walked. It was like witnessing a model on a ramp. Her height added to her strong built and the movement of her mounds was captivating. Ravi on watching her lively mounds felt a warm feeling creep inside his body and before it could engulf him, Mala was out of his vision.

Mala went straight to her room. There she discarded her clothes and stood naked before the mirror. Seeing her nude body she was aroused. Her hands suddenly reached up and took hold of her breasts. She gently caressed them with her palms. Her body started to grow warmer. She then slid her hand down and moving it over her belly, she fondled the warm flesh. Then she could not resist from bringing the other hand in to play. She moved the other hand further down her belly. She felt the moist opening of her womanhood. She brushed aside her pubic hair and when the hot pink lips were exposed, her body convulsed and she shuddered. She could not control herself. 

She jumped on to her bed and cuddling a soft pillow in her arms she called out the name of her son 'Ravi, Ravi' before lying down squarely on the bed. And as her nude robust body came in contact with soft silky bedspread, she started wriggle her body over it and before long she came. She came in streams and drained out the bed spread. All that was hidden inside her for more than three longs years drained out of her. She was so exhausted that she could not move up and change the sheets. 

When she regained conscious she thought of her son. She felt what she was doing was reasonably fair. There was no harm in teasing and joking with his son. She even felt that there was no harm in allowing him some liberties. She thought she would watch his actions and if they went out of control she would stop him. She was positive that she could control him. Thinking about it she had a peaceful sleep.

Next morning Mala hurried up preparing the breakfast and by the time Ravi woke up she was dressed up to go to office to attend a meeting. Ravi, on seeing her departing early to office was unhappy, his face turned gloomy. Mala noticed the change and coming closer to him whispered 'I have a meeting, I have to go. Please cheer up.' Hearing her plead Ravi smiled. Mala was pleased and before turning away she kissed him on his cheek and promised she would be back early in the evening.

Ravi leisurely finished his Breakfast and after having watched TV for sometime was trying to take a nap. The moment he shut his eyes the figure of his mother came into his vision. He could not think anything else than his mother. He pictured her as she was sitting by his side on the last drive and said those words 'By touching them you have found out so much, I wonder what you would say after kissing them' He was contemplating what answer he would have got if he had said 'Let me kiss them' when the telephone rang.

It jolted him and as he lifted the receiver he was pleased to hear his mother's soft voice saying 'hai'. It brought back life to his body. He straightened himself as she questioned 'What are you doing'?

'I was dreaming about you' he replied.

'Now, what was my naughty boy dreaming about', she asked politely?

'Want to hear it' he questioned her? 

'Yes, sure, I would love to know what's on the back of the mind of my son'.

'I was summing up the words you said yesterday evening,' he said.

'What did I say that's keeping you day dreaming', she asked warmly.

'It's about your lips. Do you want to hear those words?

'Well, if they are not harmful, yes,' she replied.

'No, they are not harmful. In fact they are the loveliest words I have ever heard, he said.

'My. My, what's so lovely about them, tell me, she cooed.

You said 'By touching them you have found out so much, I wonder what you would say after kissing them' he replied.

'My goodness do you still remember those words? I was just teasing you big boy'. 

'No you were serious', he replied.

'Really,' she asked playfully?

'Yes,' he said.

'May be you have mistaken' saying this she laughed.

'No, I am pretty sure ', he said. 

'What makes you so sure' she asked gently?

'Coz your lips were sparkling' he shot back.

'How do you know they were sparkling', she questioned again?

'Because I have mastered the art of facial therapy and I know exactly when they are sparkling, gleaming, lustrous, glossy, radiant or polished.' He said. 

Hearing all these words Mala was shocked. She could not say anything. She was silent.

'Now what are you dreaming about' asked Ravi.

'I will come home and tell you' she said.

'Then come soon' he replied.

'Have patience big boy' saying this she disconnected the phone.

Ravi was thrilled to have had that conversation. It was blessing in disguise that he talked to her on phone. It would not have been possible to say what he had in front of her. Now that the cat was out of the bag he feared facing her.

Mala came an hour early than her usual time. She was in a blissful mood. She too could not face her son directly. She straightaway went to her room. As she was changing a thought struck her. She called out Ravi and asked him to be ready as she had some shopping to do.

Ravi eagerly accepted the invitation. He wanted an outing in the cool breeze. He changed and was ready in five minutes. Mala walked down wearing a simple cotton sari. She was looking simple and radiant. Ravi watched her face. He was visualizing how he could change its look if given a chance. He was imaging touching up her eye brows when he heard his mother say 'lets go'.

Ravi stopped over at the market and when Mala finished her purchasing, he shot the car towards the Highway. Mala watched in silence. Ravi stepped on the accelerator on reaching the Highway. The cool breeze blowing upon Mala was stimulating her. She slid comfortably on the seat allowing the breeze to sweep through her hair and her dress. In no time her hair were disheveled and the top of her sari had slid, exposing her sleeveless arms. 




Saturday



Mala watched Ravi stealing glances up her bare arms. She allowed more access by moving her arm over the seat. As Ravi was keen in observing than driving, Mala asked him to slow down a bit. Her words encouraged him and he let the car crawl at snail pace while he continued the surveillance under her armpit and over the swell of her breasts. Mala relaxed comfortably giving him more leverage and when Ravi had intensified his gaze, she suddenly blurted out.

'Tell me about your therapy'.

Ravi smiled and answered. 'I did a short term course on Facial Therapy.'

'What made you opt for facial therapy' she questioned.

'Your face' he replied.

Hearing this Mala sat upright. The top of the sari slid down from her bosom. She did not mind it as she repeated 'My face?'

'Yes, your face'. It always fascinated me.

'But why' she asked him again.

Coz you are the most beautiful woman I have seen.

'Oh! Ravi, you are making me feel shy,' she blushed.

Seeing her blush Ravi stopped the car and moving closer he set aside the hair from her face and looking into her face and below said, 'yes, you are the most beautiful woman.'

Mala on seeing his eyes riveted over bosom suddenly set her dress straight and sitting up said 'Which part of my face.'

'This he replied.' Caressing his fingers over her eyes and then moving them over her lips.

Mala started to get excited by his touch. She half shut her eyes and moistening her lips questioned 'you like them?'

'I am crazy about them' he replied caressing his fingers over the moist lips.

'You like touching them' she asked?

'Yes, yes, he replied' applying more pressure with his fingers and bringing his face closer to hers.

'Do you want to' she teased bringing out her tongue and moving it over her lips?

'Yes' he replied.

'Yes what' she whispered?

In reply, Ravi brought his face further down. Mala could feel his hot breath over her face.

'Tell me' she cooed.

'Yes, I want to' saying this he curved his lips in the form of a 'O' and moving it over her lips muttered 'kiss' very softly.

'For it you have to work hard,' she said silently. 

'Doing what,' he questioned?

'Doing my face', saying this she blushed and moved her face away.

Ravi was delighted to hear it. He cupped her face in his hands and looking straight into them said, 'It would be an honor and pleasure.'

'Really' she asked making faces at him?

'Yes. It would be like a dream come true' he said, with his eyes filled with love, warmth and affection.

Mala could not withstand looking at the innocent face spilling out his love for her. She was overwhelmed and brimming in confidence, she touched his lips with hers and said 'Yes, you can.'

'What' asked Ravi and before she could reply back, he kissed her lips lightly.

Mala was ecstatic on being kissed. Her body shivered and before waves of excitement could take over she said. 'Let's go home.'

Ravi immediately 'u' turned and drove home. Inside the garage Mala stepped out of the car. This time she did not go in but waited for Ravi to lock the garage. Then sliding a hand over his they moved in together.

Mala then went into the kitchen and laid the food on the dinning table. Both sat side by side and ate. They were smiling and serving each other and when they finished eating Ravi said, 'I will go get some creams.' Hearing this Mala blushed and looked around in a puzzled way, searching for a suitable place. Ravi seeing her concern pointed to a table near by and said 'that will do.'

By the time Ravi came back, Mala had organized the table to a massage table by putting on a pink bedspread and a few matching pillows. Seeing him enter she once again felt embarrassed and slid to the far end of the sofa. Ravi went to his room and returned after changing his clothes. He had put on a light material track suit. His strong profile was very obvious. Mala saw the outline of his features. She was captivated by his physique and she felt proud to be his mother.

As she sat watching his features, she felt warmness creeping inside her. Seeing his solid built she also felt edgy. All this time she was sure she could control him, but seeing him now, she had her own doubts. Ravi set the creams, oils and towels on a shelf nearby and on ascertaining everything was right, he smiled at his mother inviting her.

Mala got up from the sofa and adjusting her sari, moved across the table and lay upon it folding her legs at the knees. Ravi crossing over to her side held her legs and straitened them. He then took all steps to make her comfortable by providing her with enough pillows. At last when everything was fine tuned, he gently brushed aside the loose hair from her face. The touch made Mala shiver with excitement.

Ravi proceeded by lightly applying oil over her cheeks. The feel of cold liquid over her soft cheeks, sent shivers down Mala's spine and her body flexed. Ravi then held her face with both hands and spoke softly 'are you okay.' Mala smiled signifying that everything was fine and said.' its chillness surprised me'. 

Ravi continued applying the oil all over her face and when he finished it, he took some cotton in his hand and softly rubbed across her face. After a few rubs, Ravi showed Mala the cotton, which had brown stains removed from her face. Mala was surprised to see the cotton and shook her head saying, 'No it has not from my face.'

In reply to this Ravi said, 'this is nothing. Wait for few moments and you will see more of it', saying this he started applying a little pressure while massaging her face and then as he showed her the cotton, Mala shied away looking at it.

Ravi consoling her said 'You will look fairer.'

'Am I not fair' she shot back.

'You are but you will look prettier,' said he.

'You want me look prettier' she asked?

'I want you to look gorgeous' he said.

Hearing the word 'gorgeous' Mala squirmed in delight and questioned softly 'why'?

'I want my work to be recognized and when I go out with you. . . . . he stopped and did not complete the sentence.

'And when I go out with you' 'what' she asked teasingly?

When I go out with you, I want you to look ravishing he said.

'But why' she asked again.

'Coz that is how I have always dreamt about you, Lustrous, Gorgeous and Ravishing' saying this he started caressing her cheeks.

Mala was deeply captivated by his vocabulary. She was writhing with delight on hearing those words. She closed her eyes and started dreaming. She lay still giving Ravi a free hand to finish his job. Ravi went on applying the cream and caressing her face. And when he saw his mother had shut her eyes, he stooped down and stood staring at her lustrous, glossy lips. He slowly brushed his fingers over them. On feeling its moistness his body started getting warmer. He then looked down over her robust chest. He saw her breasts rise up and down due to her breathing. He was tempted to slide the sari from over her bosom, exposing her breasts. He brought his hand down and as he was about to take hold of her sari, his mother moved. He swiftly retracted his hand.

Mala was wide-awake. She smiled at him and when she saw Ravi capping all the bottles and tubes, she was getting excited. It was her turn to pay back. She was supposed to allow him to kiss her. She was getting ready for it mentally. She was moistening her lips and when Ravi turned and faced her, she upped her face to him and said, 'you can collect your fee'. Hearing this Ravi smiled and dipping his face closer to hers, he brushed his lips on her cheeks and before moving out said 'not here, tomorrow on the beach'.

Those words jolted Mala. On one hand she was pleased to note that her son was very romantic and on the other she was scared, as she could not visualize where all this was leading too. Braving herself, she went to bed and had a peaceful sleep.

Ravi too had a sound sleep. The next morning by the time he was up, his mother had left for office. After having a relaxed breakfast Ravi went out to town to fetch mome creams and by the time he came back it was past noon. Dressed only in his briefs, Ravi was relaxing on the sofa trying to beat the heat of summer, when the phone rang. He instantly got a hard on knowing it was his mother who had rang him.

He lifted the receiver and said 'Hi mom' in a passionate voice. 

'How's everything', she asked?

'Very dull' he replied.

Why? What's on your mind? She enquired.

'I am waiting for the evening' he replied.

'Why? What special plans do you have for the evening,' she questioned him in a teasing voice?

'I am taking a gorgeous lady for a drive,' he replied.

'I don't see anything special in it' she joked.

'You don't know what she has agreed to' he replied.

'Tell me' she spoke softly.

'She has agreed for a kiss' he replied in a husky voice.

'Just a kiss' she asked?

'Who knows? One may lead to two and two may lead to three' he said.

'And then' she asked?

'Only God knows' replied Ravi.

Mala was getting excited. She continued teasing him.

'Do I know who the lady is', she questioned?

'Yes, you know her very well,' he replied.

'How does she look? She questioned him.

'As I said she is Gorgeous' he replied.

'And how old is she' Mala asked smilingly.

'38 years, I suppose, said he.

'That's about the age of your mother' she said.

'Yes' It is and the best part is I like it' he said.

'What do you like? Your mother or her age' she asked.

'Both. The age is fine and being a mother is great'.

Mala was delighted by this conversation and to continue it she asked. 'Do you want me to convey anything to her' she asked?

'Yes' he replied.

'What' she asked hugging the telephone to her body?

'Tell her to wear a light sari' he said.

'Why? She whispered slowly in the phone. 

'Coz, it looks good on her and with the wind blowing around, it would be great' he said.

'Okay done' but what will I get out of it.

'You will get a bigger reward' he said.

'Like what' she asked.

'It cannot be relayed on phone' he said.

'Why' she asked.

'It's something to be given in person and in privacy' he said.

'You are getting very mischievous' she said.

'You coaxed me into this' he replied.

'Ravi' she screamed.

'You cannot catch me', he replied.

'Wait till I get home' she said.

'That's what I am doing since morning', he replied.

Hearing those words, Mala disconnected the phone and hugged the receiver to her bosom. She was overjoyed and was eager for the evening. As she thought about it, suddenly she asked herself what she was doing whether it was right. She asked the question repeatedly and repeatedly she got back the answer 'it was okay'.

As soon as Mala disconnected the phone, Ravi looked down to see his briefs bulged up. He was aroused to the hilt. He then felt it was terrible to have such feelings towards his mother. It was okay to kiss her but to talk dirty and to be aroused was appalling. He felt miserable. He was in a predicament. He wanted to be with his mother very badly and he also knew what he was doing was not correct. He tried a lot to find a solution to this, but only thing that superseded were the thoughts he had planned out for the evening. Bowing to the pressure of his arousal, he felt what he was doing was right and his mother had so far not objected to it. Thinking about it, he felt light and this gave him much relief.

Mala came home at her usual time and Ravi who answered the door stood staring at her candidly.

Mala was baffled on seeing him stare at her face openly. She questioned him with her eyes?

'It's working' he said.

Mala was puzzled. 'What' she asked.

'The affects are already showing on your face' he said.

Then she suddenly realized what he said and to kid him, she said, 'Come, come, don't pull my leg' saying this she went to her room.

Once inside her room she was exceedingly pleased to see the change in the mirror. Really she was looking more charming. Holding both her cheeks in her hands she went to have a bath. 

After a lapse of half an hour, Mala walked out of her room looking dazzling. She had put on a light sky blue sari with a black colored sleeveless blouse. The petticoat she was wearing was of light material that made her look more elegant. Ravi had worn blue colored jeans with a black T-shirt. Ravi saw her silhouette walking down the garage and as she came under the light he was amazed to see her gorgeously dressed. He slid across the seat and opened the door for her. 

As Mala stepped inside the car, a delicate fragrance hit Ravi's nostrils. It had a soothing effect and as Mala watched him, he inhaled it deeply. 

Mala smiled at him and said 'let's go'.

Putting the car into drive, 'Thank you' Ravi said.

'What for' asked Mala?

'For dressing up so beautifully' he said.

'Is it up to your liking' she asked?

'It is beyond my imagination' he replied.

'I am glad you are happy' she said.

'I am more than happy. In fact I am walking on cloud nine' he said

'Anything for you' saying this she slid closer to him.

Ravi was baffled with her answer. He lifted one hand to put it across her shoulder but as he could not control the steering he brought it back. Seeing this Mala slid still closer to him and putting her face upon his shoulders said 'drive carefully.'

Ravi in a reflex action put his hand on her thigh and pressing it over assured her.

Mala slid her hand over his and held it for sometime before entwining her fingers with his.

Ravi slowed the car to a crawling pace and gripping Mala's fingers he gently slid them across her thighs. Mala stopped him from moving further and lifting his hand to her lips she kissed his palm. Ravi on feeling her moist lips on his palm opened it fully and cupped her lips and chin with it. Mala went wild with desire. She opened her lips and holding Ravi's hand she bit hard on it. Ravi was getting excited. He steered the car onto the beach and coming under a palm tree he stopped it. 

Mala was watching his actions. The moment he stopped the car, she became alert. Ravi extended his hand and Mala held it in hers. Ravi then lifted his hand to her face. This time Mala kissed his hand while watching him all the time. Ravi then moved his palm over her mouth with his fingers he caressed her lips. Mala opened her mouth a little. Ravi squeezed one finger inside her mouth. Mala opened her mouth wide. Ravi thrust another finger inside. Mala then licked his fingers with her tongue. Ravi pushed his fingers still deeper. Mala started sucking them in.

* Ravi was getting aroused. He turned towards her. Mala stopped sucking his fingers. Ravi moved closer, Mala backed out holding his fingers inside her mouth. Ravi motioned her to come closer. Mala shook her head. Ravi extended his right hand; Mala silently advanced her left hand. Ravi entwined his fingers with hers. Mala sizzled on this contact. Ravi started dragging her by her hand. Mala quietly slid forward. Ravi encircled her shoulders with his left hand and cupping her chin with his right hand, he drew her face closer to his. Mala closed her eyes. Ravi first kissed her eyelids and as Mala moaned, she opened her mouth. Ravi moved his lips over hers and kissed them lightly. Mala muttered a few words, but they were inaudible.

Ravi opened his lips wider and sucked her lips into his mouth. He ravished her lips by applying pressure over hers. Mala went limp in his arms. He grasped her more firmly. Mala was like a child in his arms and he drew her body over his. Mala brought her tongue into play. Ravi got excited. Holding her lissome body in his arms he continued ravishing her lips. Mala held his face in her hands and with her tongue she started licking his lips and as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, he came. Ravi tightened his hold over her as he came and released her only when his convulsions stopped.

Mala on being free from his grip straightened up and facing him said 'you are a devil.'

Ravi laughed and trying to catch her said 'you are an angel.'

Mala moved out of his reach and stepping out of the car started walking down the beach. She felt so relieved and happy. She had never been kissed so passionately by anyone. Today it was like fulfilling her dreams. She was so thrilled to have been held in his arms that she too had come when he had pressed her to his body and felt his muscular arms squeeze into her flesh. He was like a possessed devil and she loved every second of being in his arms. 

Ravi followed her leisurely. He gave her plenty of time to regain her conscious. He knew she had loved every bit of their fore play and now he was waiting for her reaction. He knew he had gone too far. He moved cautiously towards her. Mala felt his presence when he neared her. She was in a dilemma to face him. She knew he was waiting for her move. Though she had loved being kissed by him, she felt they had gone too far. Now there was no looking back. She had to relay her feelings to him and did not know how to do it. Suddenly a cool breeze started blowing. Mala was in its way enjoying it caress her. Her light sari started swaying in the wind. Ravi stood watching her. The breeze intensified and surged towards them. It was fierce and it gained momentum. 

Mala was caught in the middle of it. Her sari started blowing up, exposing her legs. Mala bowed down to set it right, but the wind jerked the top of her sari from her bosom. Ravi looked at her. She was completely in dismay and he loved looking at her exposed features. Mala turned and seeing him staring at her said 'enough of looking, now help me'. These words were encouraging. He was now certain that his mother had no harsh feelings. Everything was fine. Moving closer he came in line with the wind and shielded her. Mala looked up at him and smiled.

This was what he was waiting for. He raised his hands and held her face again. Mala went limp. Ravi then looked deep into her face. Mala could not resist his stare and asked 'what are you looking at'? 'Your lips, they are so lustrous' saying this he kissed them. On being kissed Mala lifted her arms and holding his face pulled him down. Ravi obliged and Mala bringing his face on top of her bosom hugged him. Ravi was enchanted. His hands encircled her back and grasping her he put his face deeper into the comfort zone. Mala let his headrest on her bosom and feeling him grip her tightly she cried, 'my son', 'my son.' 

They stood like that for a few minutes and when they entangled Mala said 'let's go home.' The wind was still blowing and Ravi taking advantage of it held Mala closely till they reached the car. 

Once inside their home Mala went straight to the sofa and slumped down. And when Ravi pointed her towards the massage table, she said 'let's do it here'. Ravi got up to fetch the creams and coming back he stood behind the sofa and pulled Mala back to recline her body on to the head rest of the sofa. Then combing her loose hair he made a bun out of it and tied a knot. Mala was astonished to see him handling her hair like a professional. 

Lifting her head back she questioned 'How many aces have you up your sleeve?

'Have patience you will learn all' he replied.

Then anointing oil in both his hands Ravi slid them below Mala's chin moved up covering her cheeks and eyebrows. Mala tensed at the feel of cool oil and as she lifted her head back, it came to rest on Ravi's belly. Mala let it nest on his belly while Ravi carried on stroking and caressing her face. Mala enjoyed his attention, which was stimulating her. Ravi continued caressing her face and fondling her lips. Both derived as much pleasure as possible and when Ravi's attention shifted below her chin he felt aroused. He wanted to see her bosom which was heaving up and down hidden behind her sari. Slowly he slid his hands below her chin and taking hold her of her sari he slid it aside. Mala caught his hand and said softly 'No, not now'. Ravi then soothed her back and saying 'allow me this much' he drew a line on the edge of her blouse. Mala who was getting drowsier nodded her head.




Saturday



Ravi was pleased and he continued applying the oil on her neck and on the 'V' of her chest. Then he started to caress her neck, soothing it. The soft caress of his hands made her relax and in turn made her sari slid down her bosom. Ravi's eyes popped up when he saw the black blouse covering her bosom, exposed. He stared at her heaving bosom while he continued caressing her neck. Most of the time he was lured to touch them. Soon Mala was sleepy and Ravi stopped his ministrations. If he wanted he could have easily unbuttoned her blouse but he did not take advantage when she was asleep.

The next morning Mala was surprised to see that she had slept the whole night on the sofa. Her son had covered her with a blanket and she felt proud of him. Before she left for office she peeped into his room and was surprised to see him lying on the bed only with his briefs on. She was tempted to get in and eye him from a closer range but her sixth sense stopped her from doing so. Shutting the door but not the sight of him lying on the bed in his briefs, Mala left for office.

The whole week neither Mala phoned him from office nor did they go out for a drive. Then came Saturday. Mala after having a good nights rest got up, showered and without drying her hair came to the kitchen. She was mildly surprised to see her son brewing coffee. Its rich aroma was so enticing that Mala eagerly took a cup. On handing over the coffee, Ravi felt her damp hair and suggested she let him blow dry them. Mala readily accepted.

Ravi went to his room and came back with a set of combs and a dryer. Meanwhile Mala had settled on a stool facing the mirror. Putting aside the combs Ravi came behind her and holding her damp hair, he spread them out evenly. He combed till he drained the water from her hair. The water from her tresses seeped on to her back, soaking her blouse and making it wet and transparent. Ravi had a clear view of her back. Ravi got excited when he looked at the naked contours of her shoulder blade and her back and to add up to it, he saw that she was not wearing a bra. 

Ravi wanted to peep in front of her blouse. He was trying to look for an opening. He continued combing Mala's hair and then turning on the dryer, he started to blow dry her hair. He then very efficiently set her hair in various styles but was not satisfied with his work. Ravi then asked Mala to hold the locks of hair in her hand. He then started scrutinizing her from all sides and when his eyes fell upon her exposed armpits, he smiled for himself. Mala's armpits needed his immediate attention and without soliciting her permission, he squeezed a tube of hair remover and applied leisurely on her armpits.

Mala had not expected this but she did not object. She loved his massage and felt a warm sensation build up inside her body. She folded her hands above her head giving him more access. This had an adverse effect on him. As Mala lifted her arms, the sari covering her bosom slid exposing her bosom to Ravi's gaze. Ravi's eyes popped out. He was so much engrossed in staring at them that for a moment he forgot Mala was looking at him gazing. Mala was not in a position to cover her bosom. She could not bring down her hands and seeing Ravi gape at them, said 'what's so engrossing'? Ravi blushed and looked the other way.

Ravi then diverted his attention to her armpits. This relaxed Mala and seeing her cool down slid his hands below her armpits and started brushing the underside of her arms. He kept sliding his hands up and down at the side of her breasts but he did not touch them. He continued building her up and as Mala started moaning slowly he moved his hand over her bosom and again did not touch them. He let his hands linger above her breasts. Mala saw his hands hovering above her breasts. Though she wanted him to touch them she did not move or give him any leverage. 

Ravi withdrew his hands and on sliding up he deliberately caressed the sides of her breasts. Mala felt the pressure on her breasts. She heaved her body in joy. This was a sure sign. He then slid his hands down again. This time his hands covered more area of her breasts. Mala was enjoying his caresses but she did not want to continue this at home. She wanted to be away from her place. Seeing that he was getting bolder and bolder in every move, she spoke softly 'It's not fair.'

'What' questioned Ravi? 

'Taking advantage of me' she replied gently.

'How come' he whispered those words into her ear?

'My hands are tied while yours are roaming freely,' she said.

'Will free yours, can mine continue roaming' he questioned, biting her ear?

'No, not here,' she said, releasing her hands and holding his head.

'Where then,' he asked brushing his lips on her cheeks?

'On the beach' saying this she turned her face to him.

'Promise' he asked as he opened his lips for a kiss.

'Promise' she said closing her lips over his.

Ravi lodged his lips on his mothers. He held her head strongly in his arms. Mala sizzled in his arms. Ravi sucked his mother's lips. She was squirming in delight and as he continued ravishing them, she broke out of his arms and looking up at him, said, 'you are a brute.'

'Call me anything,' saying this he left her. He did not return till evening, giving her ample of time to ponder about their future.

CHAPTER III

Mala regretted the moment she was out of Ravi's arms. Her body was craving for the desires that were not satisfied. Now as she sat alone and thought about it, she felt there was no harm in allowing him to continue caressing her body. They were just playing around and it was okay. She thought it was safer at home as there were no prying eyes. Regretting her decision she waited for him eagerly.

Ravi came back, when it was time to go out. Seeing him enter Mala rushed to her room to dress up and when she came out, she was decked in a brilliant half white sari with matching blouse, which complimented her body. Ravi was excited when he saw her. Soon they stepped into the car and by the time Ravi reached the highway, Mala was totally relaxed. 

Once far from the maddening crowd, Ravi let the car crawl while he focused his attention on Mala. He was immensely pleased to see her relaxing. Her hair was loose and flying around. The part of the sari covering her bosom was wayward allowing him a stirring view of her bosom and as she had spread her thighs it was a sight to die for. Ravi was getting impatient and very badly wanted to touch, feel and caress her breasts. He was dreaming whether she would allow him to see them. Thinking this was asking for too much, he was content at his gazing of her breasts.

Mala saw him ogling her breasts and she moved closer. Ravi seeing her ease up put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her up to him. Mala seeing him drive single handedly helped him in controlling the car. Ravi was ecstatic. He gripped Mala's shoulder strongly and cuddled her body closer to his. Now he held her firmly in his grip. He started caressing her bare arms and Mala dug herself deeper in his grasp. Ravi then let his hand slide down from her arm to her waist. His hand encountered her bare skin. Mala let go a soft moan. Ravi let his hand feel the soft warm skin of her waist. He ran his fingers in circles over it. 

Mala was getting excited; she gave him more room by moving across. Ravi on impulse flattened his palm over her waist and caught her flesh. Mala moaned louder. Ravi then started sliding his hand up. Mala flexed her body. His hands encountered the hem of her blouse, then he felt the silky cloth of her blouse and moving up he felt the warmness from under her breasts and when his hands were about to engulf them, Mala spoke, 'what are you doing'?

'I am feeling the texture of your blouse' replied Ravi.

'Then why is your hand moving up' she questioned?

'It's been pulled by the magnets in your blouse' he said.

'But I don't have any magnets' she replied.

'You have' he said.

'No! You are lying' she spoke softly.

'Shall I show you' he questioned her?

'No, you need not,' saying this, Mala blushed and pressed her face onto his chest.

Seeing her blush, Ravi slid the car to a halt and lifting her chin he said.

'Hey, they are so warm'.

'What's so warm' she questioned?

'These' said Ravi feeling the underside of her breast.

'You have made them warm,' she whispered.

'How' asked Ravi caressing the underside of her breasts more firmly?

'By your caresses,' she replied. 

The moment Mala spoke out, Ravi touched her left breast and moving his face closer to hers whispered 'How does it feel?'

'Good' she said.

'Now' he asked squeezing it in his hand.

'I am thrilled' she said.

'And now,' he said engulfing the whole breast in one hand and pulling her body close.

'I am excited' she said.

'Then kiss me' he said.

Mala grew courageous. She moved on top of him and positioning her face over his, she kissed him hard on his lips. Ravi went wild with excitement. He embraced Mala in both his hands and crushing her to his chest he whispered 'I am aroused'.

Mala was shocked to hear those words and as she looked at his innocent face, her heart cried out for him. She held his face in both her hands and caressing his cheeks she gave him a wet kiss. She opened her lips and sucked his in. She let her tongue glide inside his mouth and when she felt him shudder; she crushed her breasts over his chest. Ravi was on the verge of coming. Mala sensed the change. She dug her tongue deeper into his mouth and gyrated her chest on his. This had a wild effect on Ravi; he suddenly held her in a vice like grip, shuddered and came. He had held his mother so tightly that she had difficulty in breathing and when everything subsided, Mala got up, and leaving Ravi in the car went for a stroll.

Ravi was ashamed by his deed. He did not know how the words 'I am aroused' came out of his mouth. He felt bad. He got up and as he saw his mother wading in thin water he regained his composure. He strolled up to her and sliding his hands around her waist he nuzzled closer and said 'I am sorry.'

'What for?' she questioned him.

'For whatever happened' he said.

'You need not be.' She said.

'Are you sure?' he asked.

'I am positive' saying this she moved closer to him and said 'but',

'But what' he asked?

'But... you are a dirty fellow.' She said mischievously.

Ravi instantly knew what she meant by it. He snuggled closer to her and saying 'Give me five minutes' he left her.

Ravi returned back after five minutes minus his briefs. He saw Mala wading in ankle deep water and her sari hiked up her legs. Ravi joined her and as she looked up at him, she smiled and sprinkled water over his face.

Ravi smiled at her and holding her hand said 'let's swim.'

Mala obliged and they moved into water. They took a few strides but Mala could not swim with her sari on. She stopped and cried out 'I can't.'

'Why' asked Ravi? 

'These clothes, they are getting heavier,' she said.

Ravi turned and looked at her. She was looking ravishing in her soaked sari. Her curves and figure were highlighted; coming nearer he said 'remove them'.

Hearing it she screamed obscenities at him.

Ravi smiled at her discomfort and said 'You should have carried a swim suit,' 

'I don't have any' she replied.

'Then shall I carry you' he asked.

'Please if you can' she said.

Ravi lifted her in his arms and carrying her lush drenched body in his arms he started to get aroused again. He looked down upon her rich breasts behind her cream colored bra. His stare was exciting Mala and she asked, 'Do you like them'?

'Yes, I do' he said.

'Why' she asked, getting hornier?

'Coz they are beautiful,' he replied.

'How can you say they are beautiful?' 'Have you seen them' she questioned smilingly?

'No' he replied.

'Then how can you say they are' she asked?

'From their impressions' he said staring at them intensely. 

'Have you touched them' she asked softly?

'Yes' I have' he replied.

'How did you feel touching them' she spoke into his ear?

'I got aroused' he said.

'And' she questioned nibbling his ear?

'And you know what happened' he said.

'You are awful' she said.

'I am your son' he replied.

'No! My son is good' she said.

'How do you say so' he asked?

'He does so many things for me' she replied.

'Like?'

'Like, he takes me on a drive. He prepares coffee for me. He does my face. He does my armpits and he massages my face, neck and so on'. She replied.

'Has he ever massaged them' he said looking at her bosom?

'No, he has just touched them' she replied.

'Do you intend to let him massage them' he asked.

'No, not here, it is too crowded a place' she replied.

'Then where' he asked bringing her face closer to his.

'I need some seclusion' she replied.

'I know such a place' he spoke softly in her ear.

'Where?' She asked in the same tone.

'Caribbean Islands, shall we go' he asked?

'Yes', saying it Mala hugged him and cried out 'we shall go soon.' 

Hearing those words Ravi was on cloud nine. He brushed his cheek over hers and holding her tightly in his arms, he said 'I will book the tickets tomorrow.'

Mala was pleased to hear it and looking up she kissed him on the cheeks.

'I deserve much more' he said.

'In Caribbean Islands' she teased.

'What would I get' he questioned?

'Don't expect too much' she replied.

'But still, what is the limit' he said.

'You can touch them' she said.

'What' he whispered.

'My boobs' she said.

'And' he questioned.

'And, what else' she posed the question back to him?

'These' he said, striding his hand over her buttocks.

'If you behave like a good boy, I will think about it' she said.

'I will be a good boy' saying this he squat down in the water, dousing her.

'What are you doing'? She asked elating her body up.

'I am drenching you', he said.

'Why' she asked.

'So that I can see' he replied.

'See what' she asked softly?

'These' he said lifting her up and gaping at her bosom. His eyes seeped through her soaked garments and saw skin color bra protecting her breasts. Her swell breasts were largely visible. He could make out the dark color of her nipples hidden inside her bra. Staring at them was arousing him. He let his eyes roam over her waist. A few drops of water had collected on her waist. It looked like pearls. Her belly button was shining in the moonlight. Her navel was curved. Ravi moved his eyes further down, but Mala turned and hugged him, disrupting his view. 

'Let me see' said Ravi.

'No' said Mala.

'Why' asked Ravi?

'You have already seen more than I intended to show' said she.

'Can I feel them 'he asked.

'You have already felt them' she spoke tenderly.

'No, I have not' saying this he put Mala down and held her by her waist.

Mala stood staring at him. She was helpless.

Ravi started sliding his hands from her back downwards.

Mala moved deeper into water. The water came up to her waist.

Ravi moved closer and slid his hands further down. They had reached the top of her mounds. The touch of his masculine hands on her back was exciting her. She took pleasure in it. But to keep up her dignity said. 'No' half-heartedly.

Ravi moved his hands over her buttocks. They felt hot to his touch. He got provoked on feeling the lush warm flesh. He caressed both her mounds in his hands. Mala shivered and said 'Please, please leave me.'

'Allow me' he pleaded.

Mala stood shivering in the cool water. 

Ravi gripped her buttocks and cupping them with both hands he pulled Mala to his body. This sensual touch ignited Mala's body. She encircled Ravi's waist with her hands and embraced his body.

Ravi had her in his grasp. Positioning himself in front of her, and caressing her buttocks, he pulled her hard on to his erect member. Mala felt his hot member burrow her waist. She sizzled with burning desires and letting all inhibitions loose she started to rub her pelvis bone over his. 

Ravi sensed her enjoying it and knew she was on the verge of coming. He wanted her to have the best. Mala gripped him and grinding her lower body started moaning softly.

Ravi unbuttoned his shirt and holding one end of her sari, he pulled it from her body. Mala felt his naked muscular chest on hers and before she could take a look, Ravi pulled her wet body and smashed her breasts on to his chest. This made her cry out in pain and desire.

Ravi felt her warm soft flesh on his naked chest. He too was on the verge of shooting; he cried 'Open your blouse?'

'No, not here' spoke Mala hugging him still harder.

Then 'touch me' he screamed.

Mala's body which was on the threshold of exploding unconsciously moved her hand down and before she could feel him, Ravi whose hands had held her buttocks pulled her so strongly that both fell back into the water. Deep in the water they came. This was a wild come and both took their time enjoying it.

Coming out of the water Mala said 'you are too much.' I think I have to change my mind going out with you, she said.

'You yourself are to be blamed for it' he replied.

'Why' she questioned him?

'First for possessing such a fantastic figure and the second for having such a son,' saying this he ran away from her.

Mala resigned as she could not match his strides and catch him. Feeling exuberant she went and sat in the car. Soon they reached home.

After five days of meticulous planning and execution Ravi was thrilled to have boarded the flight with his mom. They traveled by air and by road for 2 days before they reached their destination. Mala was exulted on seeing the lovely scenario before her eyes. She could only see crystal clear water and Blue Mountains wherever her eyes followed. And hidden in the midst of the mountains she saw a penthouse. Mala looked at her son with pride. 

Arriving at the penthouse in a taxi, they were greeted by a couple, Roger and wife Jade. They were the only two living creatures on the Island. They were owners cum care takers of the property. On alighting Roger took care of the baggage while Jade showed them around the Penthouse. The penthouse was a dream house. It was more of a glass house and wherever you looked you could see water and mountains. It was fully furnished with soft sofas and rich rugs. It did have two bedrooms which were very brilliantly furnished with dark colors. 

Jade provided them with evening coffee and on taking their order for dinner left them alone. Ravi heaved a sigh a relief on accomplishing his task and lying down on the sofa he looked at Mala with insatiable eyes. Mala too slumped on the sofa exhausted. It was Ravi who broke the silence by getting up and opening a bag. Mala eyes popped out on seeing it filled with women's wear. It contained a variety of dresses and inner wears. She looked at Ravi in amazement as he took out a light orange sarong (half sari) and a matching two-piece swimsuit and said 'wear it.'

Mala blushed on holding the pieces of cloth. Carrying them she went inside the bedroom and locked the door. There she stood pondering for a few minutes. Finally she decided not to offend Ravi and went on to try the dress. She took out an additional pair of bra and panties and putting on beneath the swimsuit, she tied the Sarong as far as it could conceal her body.

She was astonished when she looked up in the mirror. The sarong had barely managed to cover the top of her bikini and it fell just below her knees, leaving the rest of her legs bare. Mala took a few safety pins and fastened the sarong to the bikini. Then taking a deep breath she walked out of the room. She was happy to see Ravi strolling towards the beach. Wearing a loose shirt over his shorts he looked well built.

Mala allowed him some time beforeshe followed and as she stepped into the warm water she felt a sudden gush of desire running through her body. She threw all the inhibitions to the wind and lunged into the water. Taking a few strides she closed the gap between them. Ravi heard the splash and before he turned to look, Mala was by his side.




Saturday Afternoon



The weather was cold and windy, nothing new for November up in New England. I just finished wiring up a hot water heater in an old triple deck apartment in Taunton, Mass. and decided to hit Hickey's diner for a good cup of coffee and some danish. 

Hickey's is a small family run diner that is BIG on taste and I had started going there back in the early seventies.

Having had a good coffee break I got back on my old Harley Sporty and rode back to my home down in Myricks and as is my usual custom I checked my phone machine for any new messages, there was one so I hit the play button.

"Hello Gus, this is Helen, your Mom's friend, I had asked about you and she told me where you live. I wanted to know if you'd like to join me for supper at Bickford's over on route fourty four in Raynham at four o'clock in the Taunton room. please call me when you get in. . . bye."

Fate can be funny, Helen is an old friend of Mom's who used to to work for the city of Taunton as a librarian. I used to love talking to her for hours, I'd ride by her house at times and see her bringing in bags of groceries.

I would always help her bring the rest of the bags in and help put things in the cupboards and she'd make me a cup of coffee and if she had her glasses sitting on the kitchen table, I would clean them with my t-shirt. Helen liked the idea that I made a priority of keeping her glasses spotless.

Helen had a number of pairs, silver, black or brown in oval or half-square or half-moon in silver or gold and every pair had a well made neck chain of glass beads but for some reason, her black ovals with the half-moons sent my fantasies to places I never dreamed of.

Well, twenty five years later I hear from her and I am quite pleased she called me. I often wondered how she was doing over the years and wished I asked Mom where she lived. I don't know why I never asked but fate stepped in and Helen called me. I don't know why she never married I fancied her and figured any guy with sense would know he had a good woman.

I called Helen and told her I'd like to accept her offer for a nice supper with a friend.

I washed up and even shaved, put on some clean clothes and hopped into my old fifty one Ford flatbed and headed off to see Helen. I was really looking forward to seeing Helen, was it due to my memories of keeping her glasses spotless, those black ovals with the half-moons that sent my erotic thoughts to places I never dreamed of? Would she remember me cleaning her glasses at the kitchen table as I drank coffee? Would she still have those nice plump boobs? and if so would I get to do anything with them?

She was waiting in the parking lot next to a Lincoln town car, she knew me at once.

"Gussy." She hollered out.

I went to her and we hugged. There was a very warm feeling between us even though the temp was around twenty degrees.

We went into Bickford's and found a nice quiet corner in the Taunton room. I held out a chair for her then took her coat and hung it over a chair. Helen is wearing a gray skirt and cream colored ruffled v neck blouse and patent black heels with ankle straps a.k.a. fuck-me pumps pumps. I am so turned on, does Helen know the story behind those heels? does she plan on doing something wild with them?

"Gussy, it's so nice to see you, what's it been, twenty five years?"

"Something like that Helen, how did you happen to get my number?"

"I still talk to your Mom and I asked her how you were doing. When she told me you got a Pug, and practiced piano I felt sure that the bio I read at Literotica had to be yours."

Chills went up my back and the hair on my neck stood on end. Did she tell Mom about my stories over at Lit, How a guy likes to mess around with a lady's half-glasses and beaded neck chains and hi-heels?

"So you read my stories over at Lit, hope you did not tell Mom, It would so change the way she thinks about me."

"No I did not tell your Mom how much I liked your stories, specially the one where you fixed the librarians neck chain. It might be nice for her to know you have serious thoughts about women. I started to get hot and wet when I read that story."

"Really?"

"Yes it was kind of funny, I was reading it at the library and I started to get hot and rather wet down there, if I gave in I may have gone off to the lady's room and took matters seriously."

I was feeling pretty good, an older educated lady telling me she liked my stories, that they got her hot and wet. Well, I could make her hot and wet too.

"So Helen, are you still working?"

"Part time, I did retire but had too much time on my hands, besides I loved my work, helping the public get that book they really wanted."

"I like that you keep up with tradition, Helen."

"What do you mean, Gus?"

She looked at me as though she knew what I might say.

"You're wearing the librarian's traditional style of glasses, the ovals in black, also made in brown and silver."

"I should have known Gussy!" Helen said rather happily. " I remember way back when you helped me with the groceries, I left my ovals on the table and you always seemed to like cleaning them for me, that was very sweet and yet it seemed like they were a sort of amulet or fetish item, do you collect them?"

The waitress came over and we ordered coffee.

"Yes, I find them at thrift shops"

"How did you happen to like women's glasses?"

"Well, way back when I worked over at Defiance Bleachery, there were a few ladies that wore half-glasses and one day I asked Ruth why seeing her in half-glasses turned me on south of the beltline."

"And what did Ruth say?" Asked Helen in such a way that showed she could like this fetish of mine.

"She said 'I ought to show you what they can do for a guy', and during lunch hour she touched me down there and got me to cum all over them, then she licked my man sauce off them."

"I liked the story of your wife being a dominatrix,then splitting only for her Mom to come in and do things. If you really like seeing me or we like being together, I could love getting into that sort of thing, being a sex slave or having you as my sex slave, to have you for hours, touching you or you touching me."

I was screwing my face up trying to read the menu, I knew it was time to get a pair of glasses for seeing up close, Hell after fifty seven years I've done pretty good for seeing well.

"Are you having trouble reading the menu? here, borrow my glasses."

She seemed to have read my mind. I took her sparkling black ovals and through her half moons I was easily able to read the print. These will be nice for reading sheet music.

"Yes Helen I would love being your sex slave, I don't know much about this but I'm willing to learn."

"That's a good attitude, never be afraid to learn new things. So what kind of music are you working on?"

Mostly classical, Chopin and Beethoven."

Fate showed itself again when she started to hum Chopin's etude opus ten number three.

"That's my favorite piece of Chopin's works, how long have you liked it?"

"Back in my teens, when I heard it played at a piano lesson, there is so much feeling to that piece,someone came up with words to it called, 'So deep is the night."

The waitress came back and took our orders, Helen ordered the apple pancakes and I got the fried chicken with mashed and carrots.

"So Gussy, I wonder why you never asked about me over the last twenty five years."

"Actually I did, a number of times, Mom always said you were doing fine, I tried to find out where you lived but never knew your last name and Mom never seemed to know where you were living."

Your Mom was never at my home, she'd see me at the library or I'd drop by her house at times."

"So that's why I never got to find you."

"So Gus, you did miss me, and cleaning my glasses at the kitchen table, did you miss that?" 

Asked Helen with a grin on her face."I bet you'd love to do that again, cleaning my black ovals and all my half-glasses, throwing my beads over the back of your neck and reading the paper. I would come over to you as you drank your coffee and as you look at me through a pair of my glasses,I'd sit on your lap and see what pops up."

I know Helen is saying in her own way she wants me in her life and frankly I love the idea of her in mine.

Helen reached down and felt the lump in my pants. I could not believe she could open the fly with one hand and pull my cock out without any trouble. She then took out her other two pair of ovals, wrapped their beaded chains around it and with her long fingers with red nail polish holding her glasses to my cock, she began to get me off.

"I knew you had a thing for my glasses a long time ago, Gus. I thought they might be a fetish item."

She said as she kept jerking me off. I loved looking into her eyes through her black ovals and those sexy half-moons and that is when I came all over Helen's hand, beads and her oval style glasses that were covered in thick warm guy sauce.

"Oh Gus, what did you do to Helen? Damn this is nice. I bet you will love my various pairs of half-glasses. I have small gold ovals; half-square and half-moons all with glass beaded neck chains., want to keep them all spotless for me?"

She brought the glasses that were smothered in cum up to her lips and licked them clean. Helens eyes were sparkling with the happiness of knowing beyond a doubt that her needs would surely be met.

"Are you seeing anyone Gus?"

"Not now, fact is I just dumped Carol, She liked my money more than me and although she hates the idea of me wearing womens clothes, she still wants to marry me."

"So you do wear women's clothes?" Helen asked with a smile.

"Yup, a skirt, blouse, heels, a bra filled with fake tits, even with nipples."

"I could like seeing you dressed up Gussy. I'd let you borrow my glasses and beaded neck chain. I might like to see the light in my glasses as they rest on the shelf of your boobs."

"Sounds like you read a lot of my stories, I really appreciate that Helen and I bet they did something for you."

"Yes they did do something, they got me hot and wet."

"That's nice Helen, that you have no problem with it. Carol had a big problem with it, yet wants to marry me. I have all her stuff together in a box and I changed the locks."

"Gussy, I think we will get along just fine, we have always liked each other and now that we are older, it will be even better."

"Well Helen, what do you want to do after we leave?"

"I was hoping I could go to your place and play that piano, what kind is it?"

"A Baldwin model L, wanna tickle my ivories, Helen?"

She has a nice belly laugh, reminds me of a woman with a messy bedroom.

We finished supper and I left a good tip for the waitress. Helen got in her car and attempted to start it. That was not going to happen. Was it fate? Was it an old battery and cold weather?

Whatever it was led to her coming to my place for the night. I told her we'd get her car running in the morning but she did not seem all that worried about it at the moment.

"Do you like movies, Gussy?"

"Yup, Pacino's "Scent of a woman, I love how Pacino kicked the deans ass for teaching his graduates to be snitches. Emperor of the north's a good railroad movie with Lee Marvin and Earnest Borgnine as 'Shack' who hated Bo's or Hobo's. two more great movies are Goodfella's and the Big Chill."

Helen looks so nice when she is smiling, I really have a good feeling about her. I bet she is well versed in many subjects.

"Gussy, Helen loves what you did to her glasses, you will do that for me again tonight.. . right?"

"Oh yes Helen, anytime you want."

"Oh Gus, this is such a nice piano." and she plays Dylan's Don't think twice.

I'm very impressed, and I think we could share the bench, her playing the upper clef, me playing the lower.

We're on the sofa watching 'The Honeymooners' with Jackie Gleason and Audrey Meadows as Alice and someone's at the door giving their knuckles a good work out.

"Who is it?"

"It's Carol, why won't the door open?"

"It might be because I changed the locks."

"Are you dumping me?" she asked in a loud angry voice.

"Yes I am, so you can go back to your sister's place. I don't want you for a wife or anything else."

Helen hollered to her, "Grab your box of things and get out of here."

"Who in hell is that?" Carol hollered. She was madder than a hornet whose hive was disturbed by a boy with a stone.

"Are you writing a book?"

She hollered she would call the Police and I told her,"Your stuff's on the porch in boxes, get them and get out of here."

Since she stood outside hollering cusses I called the police and they came right over, arrested her for grand larceny and had her car towed.

I was very glad to have her out of my life, I knew Carol could not or would not keep a promise. She was simply a hot looking woman with thoughts only for herself.

I had no idea what she had in her overnight bag but like Felix the cat, she had a bag of tricks and I loved every one of them.

I never dreamed of what she had in mind but that evening, she had me tied up at the ankles, hands tied behind me and she drove me to ecstasy as she touched me all over down there with her black brown and silver librarians glasses with their beaded chains and half-glasses as well. She even did things with her fuck-me pumps, with her feet in them she pulled on my cock then gave me a hand job and covered the toes of her pumps with guy gravy. It was a great evening.

She was dressed quite sexy, black patent heels, black bra; panties; and slip and with her black ovals with the beaded neck chain, Helen looked like a damn hot Librarian.

"Helen, I am sure you want a roll in the hay, don't you?"

"Yes of course, in the morning, after you make a nice breakfast."

"Like what?

"Oh a breakfast sandwich with an egg, thick sliced bacon and cheese on an English muffin or two eggs on a pile of roast beef hash and a cup of coffee."

Helen has a pretty good idea of breakfast, that's for sure, I'll need that to stoke the flames in her furnace of desires.

Needless to say I was ready for Sunday morning and so was Helen. She already showered and she smelled like Lilac trees.

Helen's Boobs are a nice 44D, plenty to hold and do things with and I got her nipples to stand up and turn dark red by running her beaded chain past her nipples fast and and slow then rubbed the glasses over those hot looking niples too.

Then those beads went south, yup her pussy lips loved the feel of her glass beaded chain sliding through them, fast then slow and I rubbed her half-glasses over her pussy, now she was so wet that those glasses were smeared with feminine love juice and I licked her glasses clean.

Helen's legs were spread and her pussy was looking at me through her various glasses. I had such a great time trying to figure which pair looked best down there and it turned out to be her black ovals. I never saw a smarter looking pussy.

"Gussy, take my phone and take pictures so you can have them on your computer. Imagine turning on your computer and seeing my pussy looking at you through my black ovals with the half-moons. You say there's something romantic about them? I'll show you something romantic about them."

There was a lot more to Helen than I ever guessed, She is a lady who simply loves sex. 

To make a long story short, she had the Dickens pounded out of her and she loved it. I could see it in her eyes how her wants and needs were met.

Helen called me a week later on a Saturday morning.

"Gussy, the weather is cold and sunny, how about walking some tracks?"

"Railroad tracks Helen?"

"Of course railroad tracks, you know of any other kinds of tracks we could walk?"

We met at Truchi's and started walking North past Danforth street, Britania, W. Britania,Harvey,Crane. We were walking hand in hand and that wasvery nice.

"Gussy, this walk made me horny, what should we do about it?"

There were not many cars and they were at the far end of the lot. We were parked by Staples coal yard in such a manner that behind the car doors no one would see anything.

I pulled it out of my pants as Helen watched, a pleasant smile on her face, then she came to me, with my hands on her sexy ass and hers on mine, I pulled her onto me and screwed her brains out and it felt so good.

A train was approaching the crossing and those Nathan Air Chimes blew out four mighty blasts that shredded the cold air as they warned motorists a train was about to cross the road. It was at this time I blew a few good loads of love sauce way up into Helen's warm lovely and tight pussy to the point that it caused a new light to be seen in her eyes.

"This must be the romance of the rails, Helen."

We could not have been more then fifteen feet from the tracks as we took care of our needs and the engineer had a real good view of what we were doing and gave us a wave or two as he rolled by with a few thousand tons of rolling stock behind him. He'd tell his wife about this later on.

"Those black ovals make you look like a Librarian gone wild, I see lightning bolts in your eyes, Helen. I think I always loved you but now I know I do."

"I am glad we did it, Gussy.I mean I had to wait for this since last Sunday. The buzz faded on Wednesday so I'll need this every few days, any problem with that?"

We went to Hickey's for a hot coffee and danish and we were feeling pretty good then back to my place as Helen wanted to play some piano for a bit. She just finished playing the 'Moon light sonata by Beethoven and decided to do other things.

"Gussy, want some head?"

I had no problem with that of course and I dropped my pants and sat on the sofa.

Helen got on her knees in front of me and began to lick me all over down there as she brushed my balls with her glasses. From her purse she produced a nice pair of black half-square style glasses with a black beaded chain and she wore them at the end of her nose. They looked so good on her and with the light from an end table lamp seen in them, I was getting hornier by the minute.

She'd pull my cock with her lips as her tongue swept over the top of it, dragging her glasses over my balls, yeah it is quite nice. She began to jerk me off as she rubbed my balls with her sexy black ovals. My loins are getting hotter and hotter as I gaze into her new glasses with its beaded chain gently swaying. I see bolts of light in her glasses as her head is bobbing up and down, Helen is loving this and so am I.

Slowly her glasses dragged over my balls as I blew my load of warm thick cum. Helen took it all, rope after rope of my man sauce and she lost not a drop as she still pumped me for the stuff women love. Helen's face is wreathed in happiness as she goes for the last of my jism, the soft light in her new black half-glasses, her beads softly swaying, what a great Saturday afternoon.

The End



Saturday Afternoon



My girlfriend Lauren is a gorgeous, kinky girl with a killer body. She has long silky, black hair, dusky skin, perfectly shaped breasts, and long, toned legs. She knows I'm crazy about her and she can (obviously) have her way with me anytime she wants. Fortunately for me, she wants to a lot. 

It was a Saturday afternoon a few months ago that I found out just how much fun she is. It was raining outside and Lauren and I were passing the time at her place fucking like extra-horny buddies while her two roommates watched TV downstairs. Lauren was lying on her back with both her hands between her legs, one hand rubbing her clit and the other fingering her ass. 

I'd been watching her and stroking my cock for about a minute or two. That was all I could take. I climbed over and straddled her face, lowering my cock into her mouth. Her lips locked around my cock and I pumped it in and out of her pulling out just as I was reaching the edge. I rolled over onto my back. 

Lauren rolled onto her side facing me and gave me a devilish look. "You can't just lie there," she said. "Get up and on your knees. I want to watch you make yourself come." 

Masturbating and shooting my cum all over her tight, nude body sounded great to me. I quickly got on my knees and complied. But she had something a little different in mind. 

"Here," she said, handing me an empty coffee cup. "Cum into this, and don't lose a drop." 

I didn't know exactly what she was up to, but the mystery got me even hotter. 

Lauren stared at my cock and licked her lips seductively as I kept stroking myself. She reached over and began caressing my thigh. That put me over the edge and I pumped maybe a quarter of a cup of pearly gray cum into the cup (it had been several days since I'd cum). 

"Oooh," cooed Lauren. "That was perfect." 

I convulsed with pleasure as I pumped the last drops into the cup. Lauren took the cup away from me. She also licked the last drops of cum from my cock. That felt amazingly good. 

She then lifted herself up, grabbed me and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste my cum. An odd, salty taste. This kept me turned on even in my post-orgasmic haze. 

"Mmmmm," she purred as she pressed her glistening, nude body up against me. "Have a drink, baby," she said and put the cup up to my lips. 

I opened my mouth and she poured some of the warm, sticky semen down my throat. It tasted much worse than the little taste I had during our kiss. But I didn't want to disappoint her so I swallowed a little bit. 

Lauren squealed with pleasure. She then jumped off the bed and said "wait here" as she ran out of her bedroom, still nude, leaving the door open. 

About a minute later she ran back in, grabbed my hand and said "come here," before pulling me off the bed. 

She pulled me down the stairs and before I knew it Lauren and I stood nude in front of her two roommates, Syndee, a petite blonde, and Amber an athletic brunette. Lauren kissed my cheek, cupped my balls with one hand and put the cup up to my lips again. 

"Show them," she whispered in my ear. How could I refuse, standing nude in front of three attractive women? I managed to finish the entire cup. Once I did Lauren, still holding onto my balls, gave me a deep French kiss. Despite having just cum, my cock was beginning to rise again. 

"That was good," said Amber, "what else does he do." 

"Good question," said Lauren, "I'll bet he'll do lots of things. What do you want? He could give head to me, or one of you, he could jack off in front of us, or maybe I could get out some toys to play with." 

"Maybe later," said Amber, "for now have him come over here." 

"Go on, baby," said Lauren "show yourself to Amber." 

I couldn't believe this was happening. But I certainly didn't want it to stop so I walked over and stood nude in front of Amber. She looked really hot in tight jeans and a clingy spandex top. 

"Put your hands behind your back," ordered Amber. 

I complied and she reached out to examine my balls and slightly chubby cock. 

"We need to have him do a simple task. How about getting the mail." 

"That's perfect," said Syndee. 

"Well baby, you know where the mailbox is. Go ahead," said Lauren. 

I don't know what had come over me, but I didn't hesitate. I went to the front door, opened it, and went out into the rain to get the mail. While a bit cold, the rain helped make my nudity a bit less obvious. Only one car drove by while I was going to the mailbox and I don't think the driver saw me. Anyhow, I got the mail and walked back to the house. 

When I got to the front door I found it locked. I knocked to no avail. Then I heard Amber's voice, "you can come in when you're hard again. Then we can have more fun with you but until then you're useless." 

Unfortunately, I was cold and wet and despite a good effort I couldn't get hard. Fortunately, Lauren helped me out. She came around the side of the house, still naked, dropped to her knees and gave me head right on the front porch. I have no idea how many people saw us, but one car honked its horn as it passed by.

Lauren's hot breath had me erect in no time. I presented my manhood to Amber, who was watching from the window, and she let me in. 

Amber had a pair of dice in her hand and said, "Ok, let's play. It is Syndee's turn first." 

Syndee rolled the dice. The black die came up "lick" and the red die came up "boobs." 

"Let's go," said Amber, "take off your top." 

Syndee looked a little nervous but Lauren helped her off with her T-shirt and bra. Lauren then pulled me over and pushed my head toward Syndee's tits. I couldn't believe I was licking another woman's tits in front of my girlfriend. I was so turned on, I reached down to stroke my cock but Lauren pulled my hand away. 

"Not until you're told," she instructed. 

I continued to lick and suck Syndee's now-hard nipples until I was told to stop.

After a few minutes, Amber rolled the dice again, saying "for me this time." 

She rolled a "blow" and "genitals." (I guess the dice are designed to work for either gender.) 

"Come over here," ordered Amber, "take off my shoes." 

She was wearing black leather pumps. Even her feet turned me on. I took her shoes off one at a time. I'd never really thought of feet as erotic, until now. She grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and yelled, "Pay attention." 

She stood up and told me to undo her belt and jeans. My hands shaking, I did what I was told. 

"Now slowly take them off." I did my best to go slowly, but I couldn't wait to peel her jeans off and see her shapely hips, thighs and calves. She made me slow down and I thought I was going to burst with anticipation. I finally got her jeans all of the way off, but before I could fully examine her luscious legs she said, "Now take off the rest." 

She was still wearing a white thong, which I removed, revealing her closely trimmed pussy. She sat down and spread her legs wide apart. 

"Lauren says you give good head. So prove it." 

I was nervous but incredibly turned on at the same time. I'd never performed for an audience before. I got down on my knees and started lightly kissing and licking her inner thighs. Her slight moans suggested I wasn't doing too bad of a job. I kept worshiping her flawless legs while frequently brushing against her pussy. 

After a few minutes she said, "quit teasing me and get to it." 

So I started licking her clit and she moaned with pleasure, spreading her legs just a bit wider. I kept at it, varying the pressure and speed a bit. "Oh, don't stop," she moaned, "faster." 

At this point I thought I might cum just because I was so worked up, the exhibitionism proving an unbelievable rush. Just then Amber let out a long moan and I felt her body convulse in waves as she came. After thirty seconds or so she pushed my head away from her crotch and sighed contentedly. 

Then Lauren came up behind me, put her arms around me, and said, "Looks like you've been good. Maybe now you can touch your cock and jack off for us. Syndee, is there anything else he can do for you" 

I looked over at Syndee, the only one of us still wearing any clothes. 

"Hmmm," muttered Syndee as she got up and walked over to me. "Stand up," she ordered. 

I complied. She walked around me, feeling my ass as she passed behind me. She then began lightly tugging on my cock and said, "I do want to see you masturbate, but there must be more you can do." 

Just then the side door opened and Jeff, Syndee's boyfriend came in the room. 

"Sweetie," said Syndee to Jeff, as he came into the room," take out your cock. Jeff looked a little surprised to see his topless girlfriend holding my cock while her two nude girlfriends watched. 

"All right," said Jeff, "I'm happy to join in." 

He quickly began taking off his clothes. Of course he didn't know what he was in for. Syndee walked over to Jeff pulling me along behind her. Jeff was completely nude in no time. 

"OK honey," said Syndee, fondling his cock with her free hand, "now you're going to be part of the show." 

I was a little worried at this point that she was going to make me suck Jeff's cock and drink his cum. Fortunately, I was only partially right. 

"Down on your knees," Syndee told me. I got down on my knees in front of Jeff. 

"Now," she told Jeff, "I want you to masturbate and cum on our new boy toy." She then stepped away leaving Jeff and I facing one another. 

"Get started," said Amber, "or we'll make you do something worse." 

Jeff's cock was already pretty hard and he grabbed it in one hand, cupped his balls with the other, and started jacking off. It didn't take long for him to really get into it, crying out with pleasure. He must really like the attention, because in just a minute or two he shot his a load of hot, sticky semen all over my face and chest. He kept stroking his cock until the last wave of his orgasm had passed. 

"Nice," said Syndee, "That looks tasty," as she dropped down beside me and began licking her boyfriend's cum off my chest. She looked up at her boyfriend, "sweetie. You won't mind if I jack him off now, will you? He's been such a good little boy."

Jeff nodded. I don't think this is the first time they've played with other people. Syndee spread my legs apart and sat between them facing me, her lean, legs touching mine. She licked her hands and placed them on my nearly hard cock. She began gently stroking me with both hands.

"Ohh baby," she said. "We're going to have so much fun with you. Maybe next time we'll videotape you performing for us. Or we'll make you nude pose at a local art college or even as an exhibit at a gallery. We're going to have fun."

Her excellent technique and dirty talk got me fully erect again in no time. And in a few minutes I shot my cum all over my chest. Syndee stopped stroking as soon as I began ejaculating, no doubt just to screw with me. I quickly grabbed my cock and stroked it myself to get the most out of the orgasm. I heard a few giggles. At that point I was so spent I must have drifted off for a while, happy and fulfilled.



Saturday Afternoon



My husband, Doug and I separated about 3 months ago. I wasn't in love with him and had tried to make it work, but it wasn't. He's a great guy and we still talk; he was always a good husband and father. We had been married for 20 years and raised 3 daughters, all still at home but in their late teens. 

One night about 6 weeks after we split, Doug and I were talking in the bedroom. It's the only way to get privacy in a house full of teenagers. He kept looking at me and then looking at the side of the bed where I used to sleep. I knew that look. I kept checking my clothes. My 38d tits were completely covered so I knew I wasn't giving him a show. Finally, he told me that he had been having sexual dreams about me and wanted to have sex again. Sexual dreams about me. That was pretty funny. I'm not what you would normally consider attractive. Some would consider me a BBW, but I'm probably a little bigger around the middle than most would like. 

I didn't think having sex with him again was a good idea. I knew that he was still in love with me and missed me and I didn't want to hurt him further. But I was horny, too so I said yes. It was fantastic the first time and pretty good 2 weeks later as well. But I started to feel a little guilty. I knew that he was still in love with me. And even though he said he knew we weren't ever getting back together again, both times we had had sex; he made it all about me. He made sure I had several orgasms and took care of me first—just like old times.

I talked to him about it and said I wouldn't be able to continue having sex with him if I kept feeling guilty. I told him that in order for me to stop feeling guilty; he would have to make it more about him. If it was going to be "friends with benefits" then we both would have to benefit. No more one-sided. I also said he would have to tell me what he wants or I wouldn't do anything. So we arranged to get together again on Saturday afternoon.

He was in the shower when I got there. I used the opportunity to go in the bedroom and get ready. I took my clothes off and checked the closet for porn. I found a DVD on top and put it in the player turning on the TV as I got in bed. The screen started where he last left off, I guess. There was a blonde with huge tits reverse cowboy on a guy whose face I couldn't see yet. But he was very hard and she was very enthusiastic. Doug walked in looking as good as ever with his flat stomach and full head of dark brown hair and said, "That's what I want" motioning towards the screen. I looked at the TV again and said, "There's no way I can do that. You'll have to get someone who looks like her." Let's get real. I outweigh her skinny blonde ass by 50 pounds easy. So he climbed in bed with me and lay on top blocking my view. He started kissing me and I shied away a little. He says, "What's wrong? You have a cold sore or something?"

"No." He kissed me again and I turn ever so slightly so he ends up on the corner of my mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I couldn't tell him that I didn't want to kiss him. That the kissing was too intimate and I didn't want to. I wasn't strong enough this time so I let him kiss me. Don't get me wrong, I want to kiss. God I miss kissing. I just don't want him to get the wrong idea.

So he leaned in to kiss me again. Immediately his tongue touched my lips and I opened up for him. His kisses were very insistent. He was taking control and leaving no doubt as to his intentions. He grabbed my hands and held them against the bed while using his knee to open my legs.

"What if I do this?" I liked it, but when I looked at him, he smiled and let go.

"Just kidding," he says. Totally ruined it for me. But then he redeemed himself by pulling up on his knees effectively placing his cock in my face.

"I shaved for you."

I could see that. "Oh, really?"

"What if I want you to suck it?"

He's not getting this whole tell me what you want thing. But I really do want to suck it so I do. I can't help myself and immediately take it all the way in my mouth. I hear him groan as I slowly pull my mouth back. It's so hard and so soft at the same time. Damn, I love cock. Sometimes I think about going lesbian just to get good oral sex. But then I think about cock and how much I love the way it feels. There's no way to replace the real thing. No toy ever feels this good.

I pull off and lick all along the underside and look up at him. This of course embarrasses him and he looks away. Damn, I hate that. But I love his cock. It may not be the biggest out there, but at 6 inches it's more than enough for me. So I go back to it licking all the way down to the underside of his balls then back up again. I just love the way it feels. I circle my tongue around the surface and go back down and up before taking him in my mouth again. I can't quite get him all the way in because I'm at the wrong angle. Plus he's playing with my pussy and I'm having trouble concentrating on him.

He'd been circling my clit the whole time, but even more distracting were the 2 fingers he inserted and the placement of his thumb on my clit. I know exactly what he's about to do and really can't wait. I love the way he strokes my g-spot while doing my clit at the same time. I suck him hard but give up and lay back. He takes this opportunity to lean down and lick my clit. He's licking me and his fingers are going in and out. In and out. His tongue circles around. In and out. Around. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. I can feel myself building up. I open my eyes and look at the screen. There's another couple on there now. More huge fake boobs. More reverse cowboy. Why did I open my eyes?

I reach down and start stroking him. He's still really hard. He lifts up on his knees again but continues pumping in and out faster and faster with his hand. He replaces his tongue with his thumb. So perfect. Faster and faster. I'm stroking him. He's pummeling with his fingers in and out. I lift my hips to meet his hand. I can't help it. I'm almost there. I stop stroking him and lay my head back. I'm concentrating now. Please keep going. Oh God, don't stop. But I don't say anything, I can't. So close, so fast. 

"AAAahhhhggg." I finally get over the edge. He keeps going through the contractions, and then stops when he feels me come down. But he doesn't remove his hand. I look up at him. He's got this silly grin on his face. He always has that silly grin when he makes me cum.

He's still up on his knees and hard as a rock, I lean over to take him in my mouth again, but he doesn't want my mouth. He moves to place himself between my legs. So I pull my knees back and he enters. God it feels good. He slides in easily as I'm very wet from my orgasm. He holds for a beat, and then starts moving in and out. He leans down against me in the classic missionary and starts sucking on my nipple, switching back and forth between my tits while keeping up his pace below. At this angle, he's rubbing on my clit every time he enters and it feels really good. Plus there's like this bee-line straight from my nipples down to my clit. Every suck goes directly to my clit. It feels fantastic. Then he lifts up again sitting back on his knees. He's still inside me. Automatically my hands go behind my knees and lift up. He helps by grabbing my ankles and pushing them toward my shoulders placing me in an angle to hit my g-spot. I like this position as it also allows me access to my clit if I want. But I don't go for it this time. I'm still in the afterglow of the first orgasm and just enjoying the feeling in and out. After a few minutes I feel the change in pace. He's close. A few more pumps in and out and he freezes, spurting inside. Then he collapses next to me.

I get up and head for the bathroom. I've never enjoyed the feel of cum oozing out of me. When I get back, he's watching the porn. It still surprises me to see him doing this. He never watched porn before I left. He was so stuffy and uptight about it. Insecure. Thinks his dick is small. It may not be the biggest out there, but it's definitely not small. As far as I'm concerned, it's absolutely perfect. It's not skinny or short and has a really great shape. Anyway, he's watching the porn and waiting for me. As I get back in bed, he starts playing with my tits. He gets really turned on by them. I don't see the appeal. They hang down almost to my stomach, nipples pointing straight to the ground. Although I must say I have good nipples. I'm guessing somewhere between ½ and ¾ inches hard and they're ALWAYS hard. I lay back and enjoy the manipulation and look at the screen again. He's got it in his head that we're going to have sex twice, so I let him play. Plus it feels nice.

He leans over me and starts working my nipples with his mouth again. I lay back and enjoy. I could be done right now. I'm pretty satisfied. I already had the one orgasm, and it was really, really good. But Doug's not standing for that. He has a mission. He wants to make me cum from intercourse. I've never been able to do it like that: only ever with fingers or mouth (or my toy of course). But he wants to try. He says he wants to take me from behind. He knows that's more likely to hit my g-spot. On screen, the guy is going down on the girl. But I've seen this one, I know they're about to go at it doggy style. So I get into position facing the TV. I want to watch while he's in. I can't believe he's already hard again; it's been less than 10 minutes. He pushes in placing his hands on my hips. I'm watching the screen as he moves slowly in and out. He wants to make this last. Slowly he moves in and out. It feels nice. I rock back and forth with him. 

After a few minutes he says, "what if I want you to suck me again?" Again, still not quite getting this whole tell me what to do thing. He pulls out and lies back. So I turn around and lean down and take him in my mouth. He tastes like me this time. Not as hard as before, but still respectable. I work him in and out of my mouth while playing with his balls. It doesn't take very long before I feel the change. I know he's close, so I move my hand to the base of his cock and pick up the pace going quickly up and down moving my hand with my mouth and sucking hard. Then he cums. I feel it warm and salty in my mouth. But I don't stop right away, I keep up the licking and sucking until I'm sure he's done and then I swallow.

I lay back on the bed again. I kind of want another orgasm. So I grab this bottle of Excite—it's a clitoral stimulator and I really like it. I put some on my finger and start circling my clit. He watches me for a second and then joins in; curving his fingers to my g-spot while I work my clit. It feels really great. He picks up the pace and gets into it. With his other hand he starts pulling at my nipple. In and out, so great. I know all I have to do is change the pressure a little on my clit and I'll cum, but I don't want to yet. I keep steady as he works my g-spot. Faster and faster. I can feel it. Almost there. I change my pace to match. Lift my hips as he keeps going in and out. Almost, almost. OOoohhh. I get over the edge again and I pick up the pace on my clit and get that one too, half a second later. I can feel my muscles tighten and loosen over and over again. Phenomenal. When I finally stop, he takes his hand away. I'm freezing now and grab the sheet. He pulls it over me and starts to put his arms around me. I sit up instead and look over at the TV. On screen are two lifeguards, man and woman heading for a lighthouse. I don't know why there's a lighthouse, but they go there and proceed to get it on. I lay back and start touching myself again. Doug says, "You're doing it again?"

"Why not? One for the road." I very quickly rub myself with a purpose and it only takes about a minute if that. Mostly I do it just because I can. Then I get up and start to dress. He takes the hint and does the same. Pretty good afternoon. I don't feel guilty at all. 



Saturday Afternoon



It was a warm, pleasantly sunny Saturday afternoon and I was just returning home from an unexpected half-day in the office. There were a couple of extra cars in the driveway, just leaving room for me to get to my side of the garage. Entering the kitchen, voices could be heard from the patio at the back of the house. Monica was entertaining three of her girlfriends, and in homage to the onset of summer weather, at last, they were apparently enjoying the sunshine in their bikinis. Not one to pass up such an opportunity, I poured myself a glass of wine and took it out to join them in the sun.

I must admit, I enjoyed the sight of the four ladies working on their tans and chatting together. The swimsuits hinted at and even emphasized their various attributes and I was pretty sure there were several nipples putting nice little points on the bra cups of two of them. I couldn't tell about Jill as she was lying on her stomach on one of the lounges, but she was inadvertently displaying some well-rounded cheeks with a tantalizing cleft between them.

After a few words of greeting their chatter continued as if I was not even there and I was left to contemplate the beauties before me, semi-lost in various naughty, flesh-inspired daydreams. Soon finishing my wine, I excused myself to change clothes and finish a couple of items in my home office. I was also congratulating myself on my good fortune in being able to get away with some subtle leering glances at the ladies with no repercussions.

Maybe a half-hour later, Monica came to my office door.

"Dave," she said, "come to the living room for a minute."

I couldn't quite put my finger on her tone of voice, but something sounded different. She was quite firm -- no 'please' or 'thank-you'; she almost sounded annoyed.

I followed Monica into the room and was kind of surprised to see her three friends all seated around the room. Monica took the remaining seat and just gestured to the center of the room, indicating that I should stand in the middle.

"What's this about, Monica?" I asked.

She looked me straight in the eye and said, "David", (She always calls me 'Dave' – this was a sign of trouble.), "your behavior really embarrassed me this afternoon, and made my friends feel very uncomfortable".

I felt like I had been hit by lightning, or something. My chest got tight, my heart started pounding and I could hear a ringing in my ears all of a sudden. I glanced around at the other women and each had a little curl to the corners of their lips and a definite sparkle of anticipation in their eyes; really quite undecipherable expressions.

"Monica, I don't understand," I protested. "What have I done to upset everyone?"

After a pause, Monica began "My friends and I were enjoying the first warm Saturday. Then you joined us and proceeded to leer and practically drool over us like we were on your own personal meat counter."

"Monica, I ..."

"Quiet, David! I am not finished speaking! We all noticed how you were enjoying the sight of us in our bikinis. How you would lean and move to try to see down our tops. How you kept adjusting your pants. None of us have ever been this embarrassed and humiliated in our lives, David."

Waiting to be sure she had finished speaking, I began cautiously: "Monica, ladies, I am so sorry I made you feel awkward. I won't let it happen again. I am embarrassed about it myself and if I could make it up to you I certainly would." This was an empty offer, of course. How could I undo what had been done?

"David, I don't know how you think you can 'make it up to us'. What's done is done, after all. But I think we could emphasize the lesson you need to learn, don't you?"

What was she driving at? I had no clue but I was pretty sure I needed to go along with her to calm the troubled waters, so to speak.

"Of course, Monica. What can I do?" I asked.

She gave a quick glance at the other ladies and then, with a nod as if she had made up her mind, said "That's good, David. Since you enjoyed yourself while making us all feel like slabs of meat, we have agreed that it would do you good to know what that feels like." She paused to let that sink in. "David, strip. Now."

I chuckled and said, "Okay Monica, you've made your point. I apologize again."

"Your apology is accepted, David, but the consequences remain. Right here, right now, strip your clothes off."

I did not move a muscle. How could she do something like this? And in front of our friends! These were the female halves of couples we socialized with.

"I mean it," she said but it came out more as a growl and I knew she meant exactly what she had said. I closed my eyes for a minute and opening them again, started to unbutton my shirt. I saw Monica visibly relax and lean back in her chair, watching.

The shirt fully undone, I slipped it off and tossed it on the empty chair.

"Neatly, please," Monica said in a soft but firm voice. I picked up the shirt and draped it carefully across the chair back. Monica was watching. Her girlfriends were watching. I wasn't sure if this was how the deer felt in the headlights or if it was more like being in the crosshairs. I un-tucked my T-shirt from my waistband and drew it over my head, placing it across the chair back with my shirt.

Glancing at Monica to be sure she wanted me to continue, and not receiving any signal to the contrary, I reached for my belt and opened it, undid the button and unzipped. Trying not to catch the eye of any of the other ladies, I pushed my slacks over my hips and to the floor, stepped out of them and bent to pick them up. Thank God I had put on fresh underwear this morning, just like my Mother had always said. But this was not the Emergency Room at the hospital; this was an entirely surreal and very different world I had somehow stepped into.

I knew there was no going back, so I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down. I was totally mortified and my penis was evidently feeling the same because it had shriveled from my normal, average size down to almost, well not invisible, but so small as to be an even greater embarrassment. I heard a couple of low giggles and one quiet gasp from around the room.

"Put the underwear on the chair, David," I heard Monica say. I scooped them up and laid them on the chair with my slacks and tried to hide a bit by moving my hands to cover myself.

"Very good, David" she said, "Now I want you to do something for me. I want you to stand in front of each of the ladies, look them straight in the eye and apologize for your earlier behavior." A pause. "Oh yes, and put your hands at your sides."

I gave Monica a stony stare, not believing what I was hearing. Did she want to totally destroy me in front of these ladies?

"Go on," she said simply.

So I did it. I went to Jill, then to Barbara, Janet and finally, Monica herself. I tried to be sincere in my apology to each one. Each of them looked me in the eye as I spoke but to a one they also let their eyes wander over my body, not avoiding my chest, stomach or my shrunken cock.

As I finished apologizing to Monica she told me "Your apology is accepted David, but now I am finding myself embarrassed."

"Why, Monica?" I asked.

"Because I don't want my friends feeling pity for me, David. Your 'equipment' is not living up to the reputation I have given you with my friends. I want you to correct that for me, please"

I must have looked confused as I tried to discern the expression on her face. I could see out of the corner of my eye as Jill twisted a bit in her chair and from behind me I heard either Barbara or Janet giggling softly.

"Get hard for us Dave." She had said 'Dave' not 'David'. Was that a sign that all was forgiven, maybe? Could I just ignore this last command and walk away? 

"Do it," Monica growled, thus removing all doubt about her commitment and my required obedience.

Stunned, I slowly moved my right hand and grasped my penis between my thumb and first two fingers. I began to rub my thumb over the crown, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the sensitive glans. Gradually the shaft started to swell and I could add my remaining fingers to the grip.

"Um, Monica," I heard from behind me and recognized Janet's soft voice, "some of us can't see what Dave is doing." Monica pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the fireplace and I realized that everyone would now have a full view as I made my way there, still stroking my firming shaft.

A few minutes of stimulation produced a satisfactory, if not impressive erection. It also produced some rather pink cheeks as I could not avoid catching the eye of one lady or another, all of them quite focused on me, my embarrassment and especially what my right hand was manipulating.

Well, the point of the exercise was to show that Monica did not have to live with an under-equipped husband and I thought I had now satisfied that requirement. But when I stopped stroking myself I soon found out that more was required.

"Keep playing with yourself, Dave. But I want you to go and stand right in front of each of the ladies and give them a full demonstration. Who wants him first?" Monica asked.

There was a brief silence and then I heard Janet, almost whispering, say "Me."

I walked over and stopped in front of Janet, slowly rubbing but very hard now and with a dark reddish-purple head peeking out from my foreskin at every stroke. It seemed like half an hour that I stood there doing that but it was probably only sixty seconds or so. Then I heard from behind me Barbara saying "My turn now please, Dave."  That emphasized for me the fact that Barbara had contemplating, maybe even enjoying an unrestricted view of my bottom while Janet was getting her personal demonstration.

After a moment of eye contact with Janet and seeing her nod, I turned and took the three steps to stand in front of Barbara. My hand never left my cock and never stopped the slow stroking I was hoping I could get away with. As I looked at Barbara her head slowly tilted up until she was no longer glancing at my crotch, but looking me in the eye. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see her breath coming in short staccato heaves. She dropped her gaze lower again.

The manual stimulation was having an effect on me and I was starting to lubricate substantially, a small bead of fluid forming at the opening. This too was humiliating. After a similarly brief time but which seemed a great deal longer, Monica told me it was now Jill's turn for my embarrassing display and I moved in front of her. She was sitting right beside Barbara so she had already had a pretty good view, but that did not mean she was going to wave me on to Monica. Jill wanted full value for my earlier transgressions. So I stood there, paying the price.

Finally Monica told me to go and stand in front of the fireplace again so all of them could see me. I moved again and let my hands fall to my sides. "Could this be over now, please?" I thought to myself.

"Don't stop, Dave," she said. "In fact, I want you to go faster". I gripped my cock again and stroked it again, picking up the tempo a little bit. Not satisfied, Monica spoke again. "I said faster!"

"Monica," I whispered hesitantly and giving her what I hoped was a pleading look, "what are we doing here?"

"Dave, you are going to show my friends your orgasm", she said in a matter-of-fact tone that seemed to preclude any discussion. "Now get to it."

I closed my eyes and picked up the pace, not wanting to risk her displeasure.

"Look at us, Dave" was the response, so I opened my eyes and experienced the wide-eyed smiles of Jill, Barbara and Janet as their glances moved all over my body from face to toes, but not straying for long from what my right hand was doing.

"Wow, he's really working his thing," said Janet to the other three. She was married to her high-school boyfriend and I always thought she was the most straight-laced of the three amigas. Maybe she was and had never watched her husband doing this, but she was certainly focused on it now. It gave me a little thrill to think about the possibility that I might be her first guy to view.

I could feel my balls drawing up close to my body signaling that an explosion was getting closer. I arched my back and my hips moved forward as I raised my head toward the ceiling. My legs started to quiver with the building tension in my body.

I felt something soft being placed in my left hand and realized that Monica had given me several tissues. "You are standing on the carpet, Dave. We don't want any accidents," she said.

The drive to orgasm is powerful. I no longer cared who was watching, I just wanted to complete the act and get the powerful rush of the orgasm. My hand moved a bit faster and I loosened my grip just a little to improve the stimulation.

The muscles in my groin tensed. Pulsed. Throbbed. Pushed. And I moved the tissues into place. Suddenly the sensations intensified and raced to the inevitable conclusion. I filled the tissues with five strong spurts of semen and slowed the milking motion to extend the pleasure.

When it was over, awareness of where I was and who was watching returned and I felt my cheeks begin to feel like they were on fire. I dropped my eyes to the floor and stood silent.

"You can go back to your office, Dave," said Monica. She giggled and added "Don't forget your clothes."

* * * * *

I had been in my office and dressed again for about a half hour. Too embarrassed and ashamed to come out again while "the girls" were visiting, I just sat there with the door closed. Soon there were the sounds of friends saying goodbye, and although I could not make out the words being said, there seemed to be a lot of good humor and laughter. When the front door finally closed I heard Monica's footsteps in the hallway and shortly a soft knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Are you alright, Dave?" Monica asked. I nodded.

"What are your thoughts?" she inquired.

"I'm worried about what might have happened to our friendships this afternoon," I started. "How can we continue to socialize with them after what happened?"

"I think it should be OK, Dave. We discussed it beforehand and everyone agreed not to tell a soul, even their husbands. And if you think about it, you really know they won't tell their hubbies. You might have to endure some private winks and grins from the girls, but they won't betray your secret," she said. "Besides, I think maybe you kinda liked it by the time it was over. And," she continued "they were very impressed not only with what they saw, but with the fact that you are such a good sport."

"Well, maybe it was a bit exciting, Monica," I replied, "But a good sport? You didn't really give me much choice!"

"Yes, a good sport, Dave. I told them that you had lost a bet on the hockey game and the agreement was that when I called you 'David' instead of 'Dave' you had to do what I said, no questions asked. So I think we are both covered. Besides, I think I know of three husbands that will have very wide grins by tomorrow morning. Now David, " she smiled "come up to the bedroom. I need some attention. I want to be grinning, too."



Saturday Afternoon



Thrusting my cock into her tight wet pussy, her moans shaking the walls I couldn't believe this was really happening...Perhaps I should start at the beginning. 

Boredom and a high sex drive is what landed me in this position.

I was looking around a few porn sites, but everything was mundane. I had seen it all before and I was craving something new. All of a sudden I found myself on craigslist. I began looking through personal ads and then it happened. I came across an ad posted by an 18 year old girl claiming she was "too fat" to be loved and just wanted someone to kiss and hug. I immediately responded.

"I don't believe you are fat, and even if you are... I love BBW's. Here's my picture. You can come over, we'll kiss, you'll be comfortable and I'll show you a good time."

I attached a picture of myself to the email and sent it. I am a good looking guy. I'm 29, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'9, I'm in shape (always have been), and, not to brag or anything, I have a 9 inch cock and it's thick as fuck. Like I said, I love BBW's, they are so attractive: soft skin, gorgeous eyes, tight wet holes that are just begging for a man's touch, and they are always passionate lovers who are willing to try anything to please you. I pulled up my email and saw that the craigslist girl had responded.

"Hi. ^-^ My name is Reilly. It's nice to meet you. I think you are very handsome. I'd love to come over; btw here is a pic of me. If you're still interested, send me your address."

I opened the attachment and was taken back. She was a total goddess! Her hair, black with natural curls, her eyes, two pools of light blue, a smile that could stop you dead in your tracks, and breasts the size of cantaloupes. My cock was so hard it began twitching, and I felt as though it would burst, it was throbbing so hard. I had to have this cute little vixen. I immediately sent her my phone number and address. She said she lived about 5 minutes away from me and would be here any minute. 

I watched her as she pulled up in a 2012 Lexus; there was a local high school sticker on the side door. She opened her car door and stepped out. She was a thick girl. My guess on her measurements: Height 5'5, Weight 190 lbs. Breasts about a 38C. She was gorgeous in every aspect. I opened the door to greet her and showed her into my home. She stopped and stood still in front of my couch unaware of what to do next. I walked up to her and began caressing her body. Her skin was soft to the touch and she was so responsive. Every gentle touch sent shivers down her spine, I could feel it! I began to kiss her. Unable to control myself, I French kissed her like a long lost love. Groping her breasts and ass, pulling her into me, and tangling her hair into my fingers she began to feel more comfortable and that's when I began to remove her clothes. Even though she was overweight, she had the body of a goddess, she was made for fucking, and I could have cum right there. I removed my shirt and unzipped my pants, as soon as I let my boxers drop my cock sprang up at full attention and I heard her gasp.

She sat on my bed breathing heavily as I pulled her hand up towards my cock. As soon as her fingers brushed the tip she pulled away. I could tell she was nervous possibly even scared so in a harsh whisper I told her, "I'm going to stroke my cock and you can watch. You don't have to do anything you don't want." With that being said she looked up at me and smiled. Oh my god I wanted to fuck her hard and raw, but I stood still and began to slowly stroke myself. I closed my eyes for what seemed like a second and when I opened them she was playing with her pink nipples and biting her lower lip. Ugh, she had no idea how hot she was. I decided she was brave enough so I stepped to the edge of my bed, motioning her to come towards me. She obeyed. Soon her lips were on my shaft, those warm, wet, soft lips. She slid me in and out of her mouth slowly. All that could be heard in the quite room was my heavy breathing and her soft moaning. She seemed to be enjoying herself, I certainly was, but I wanted more. I needed more. 

I grabbed her hair and shoved her face further down onto my cock. After a thrust or two I could feel her gag so I pulled out of her mouth and laid her down on my bed. I immediately spread her legs, crawled on top of her and shoved my cock deep inside that tight little soaking wet pussy. I opened my eyes and stared down at her. She had moaned and now she was crying and that's when I realized what had just happened. I had just ripped through her hymen.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked completely surprised and almost aggravated. 

She didn't say anything at first, her eyes closed and tears falling from them, but then she began to shake her head and whispered, "Yes."

I was resting balls deep in a vagina that had never been touched before. I could've cum right there, but I didn't. I can't describe what happened next, I mean, even I was shocked when instead of pulling out or making her feel better, I decided to grab ahold of her wrists and force them down onto the bed. What was I doing!?

"Wait, you forgot to put a condom on." She moaned.

"I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy you whore. I am going to cum inside you." I groaned as I began to thrust inside her.

She was hesitant at first, and tried to push me off, but the more she tried the harder I got. I had never been this excited before. My cock felt like it was going to burst from getting so big. She was so wet and she began to calm down and push back against the invasion, taking all 9 inches as if she had had sex thousands of times before. She began to beg for me to fuck her and I was more than happy to oblige. I grabbed her big silky pale breasts and used them like reigns as I began riding her. I was fucking like a man possessed. Thrusting my cock into her tight wet pussy, her moans shaking the walls I couldn't believe this was really happening. Then out of the grunts and moans she began to whimper. 

"Cum inside me...Make me yours...I want to belong to you and only you." She kept repeating these words and I began to lose control.

Suddenly I began to release. What the fuck was my problem!? I had never cum inside anyone before and here I was, balls deep inside this girl giving her all my seed. I came so much that I could feel it dripping out of her hole and onto my balls. Once I finished dumping my entire load inside her I pulled out, stared at her pussy and told her that was the cute little creampie I had ever seen. She giggled and asked if she could lie next to me for a while. I normally tell my lovers they have to leave once we're done, but I felt like I owed her this one since she did give me her flower. Who am I to ruin a first time?



Saturday Afternoon At Claire's



My story was going nowhere. I'd been working on it at night for several weeks, writing a page or two at a time, deleting most, keeping only a fraction of what I started with. But I was having a lot of trouble writing the female character. I just couldn't get into her mindset.

I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but I was working on an adult fiction story for a fetish magazine that I'd bought at the newsstand a couple of months earlier. It was filled with all sorts of kinky stuff like tickling, bondage, feet, leather, you name it. I'd noticed an ad near the back of the magazine indicating they were looking for writers to contribute stories to their publication. The mention that there was money to be paid for such a project was all it took to get me started.

I'd relayed my little scheme to a female friend of mine via email. I hadn't mentioned it to my girlfriend, as her idea of kinky is doing it on a Thursday night instead of Saturday. My email penpal, Claire, thought that this was a fun and truly interesting venture to undertake. She didn't even question the type of magazine I was writing for; she and I had few secrets. I had emailed her several pages of my work, and she seemed quite interested. One night about two weeks ago I emailed her in frustration, explaining to her how much trouble I was having with the female character in the story.

The story was supposed to be about a young woman who experiences bondage and tickling for the first time with her husband who has been reading about such things on the internet. I really wanted to capture her tension and anxiety, but it just wasn't there.

The email that came back from Claire that night was simple and to the point. It said, "Look, if you're having that much trouble writing a female character, why don't I help you? Come over Saturday afternoon and we'll work on it together. My roommate goes to work from noon till 8. Be there sometime after 12. See you then. Claire."

I emailed back a quick reply. Later that night I mentioned to my girlfriend, Sarah, that I was going out for coffee with a friend on Saturday afternoon to talk about my novel. I was also working on a mainstream fiction novel, but it was going nowhere too. The little lie wasn't all that far from the truth.

Saturday afternoon came quite soon and I headed over to Claire's. I arrived around 12:30 or so, not wanting to have bumped into her roommate at 12. Claire answered the door dressed in what I thought was sort of strange attire for her. Claire is normally pretty casual, very often wearing jeans and simple t-shirts or sweaters. But this Saturday afternoon she was dressed as though she was going to teach a Sunday School class. She had on a long-sleeved white blouse, a dark patterned skirt that came to her ankles, and a pair of stern-looking 2" black pumps.

I said, "What's with the get-up Claire?"

"You want to write better female characters, don't you?" she replied.

"Ummmm... yeah, right, but..."

"Well then you'll need a good teacher. I figured I might as well look the part. Come on in."

I walked into the house and kicked off my running shoes. She gently took my hand and started leading me up the stairs that were not far from the front door.

"Where're we going?" I asked.

"To start working on your character."

We went upstairs and she guided me toward her roommates bedroom. I'd been to the house a couple times before and knew that Claire had the larger of the two rooms upstairs as her bedroom. She let me walk into the room first, but did not follow. On the bed were what seemed to be some lingerie and a few flimsy woman's clothes. I turned to question Claire about the meaning of all this. She held her finger up to her mouth to indicate silence.

"Get dressed." was all she said and she closed the door to the room, leaving me alone.

I surveyed my surroundings. I'd never been in this room before. It was the typical bedroom of a mid-twenties working woman, I guess. Everything we relatively tidy, with lots of feminine attributes to indicate who lived there. I looked at the clothes on the bed. They were laying over the foot of the bed, as though someone had been getting ready to dress after a bath. I delicately touched the fabrics. There seemed to be a lot of nylon and sheer materials. I was uncertain what to do. I knew Claire was a wonderful person and would never do anything to hurt me, so I suspected that whatever she had planned was probably going to be fun and educational at the same time.

After thinking about it for another minute or so I began to undress. I unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the floor. My t-shirt was next, followed by my socks. As I stripped out of my underwear I really began to wonder what I was doing. But Claire had been my good friend for several years and I knew she must have a good reason for all this. I suspected she wanted me to know what it felt like to dress up like a woman, and that this would somehow help me to write the character... so I started to get dressed. It could have been worse. At least I wasn't writing a story about a dog.

On top of the pile of clothes was a pair of sheer black nylon panties. They felt strange as I slipped them up and over my hips. oddly, Claire had put out a pair that were large enough to cover my penis, even though it was now nearly fully erect. Somehow the thought of this little adventure was starting to turn me on. I wondered if they were her roommates panties.

Next came the black bra. It was the opposite of the panties, quite small for either woman that lived in the house. I wondered where it came from. I had a hell of a time getting the hooks done up at the back, but using the mirror on the dresser I was finally able to manage. Next was a pair of plain black pantyhose.

I'd seen my girlfriend put on pantyhose before, so I knew enough to roll them up, one leg at a time onto my hand and step into the toe of them. Soon I was pulling them up over my legs and then my hips. Again, Claire had done very well, they seemed to fit nicely. They felt restricting in a way, but also sensuous.

There was a dark red blouse on the bed that I put on next. It was made of some sort of silk-like material that felt extremely nice against my skin. Next was the short plain black skirt. It wrapped around about 1 1/2 times and then did up at the waist with a hook. It barely covered my behind and I suspected it might even show off my panties if I weren't careful.

Finally a pair of 3 or 4 inch pumps sat on the floor at the very foot of the bed. I looked in before trying them on; a size 10 woman's. Once on my feet I realized Claire knew a lot more about me than I had realized.... the shoes also fit perfectly.

I stopped at the full-length mirror to see what I now looked like. There was no mistake about it. No matter how silky they felt, these clothes did NOT make me look like a woman.

I opened the door slowly, half expecting Claire to be waiting in the hallway with a camera. She wasn't... waiting with a camera that is, but she was waiting.

She smiled just enough for me to know that what I'd seen in the mirror was accurate.

"I guess I wouldn't win any Miss America pageants, would I?" I asked.

"Nope." she glibly replied. "Do you feel the least bit feminine though?"

I thought about it for a minute. "Feminine, yeah, I suppose. Not very lady-like though."

"How about vulnerable? Do you feel a little bit vulnerable?" she wondered in a slightly deeper voice.

"I think so... I guess, yes." I answered in a worried tone.

"Good, that's a great start. Let's go make you feel very vulnerable."

She lead me into her room. She closed the door behind us. I could hear quiet jazz music emminating from a tiny bookshelf stereo system. The room was quite dark for the middle of the afternoon, as she had deep maroon curtains pulled across the only window. Her next comment caught me a bit off guard.

"O.K., off with the skirt and the blouse. Leave the rest of it on."

"What? I just got dressed."

"I know. I'd rather have you wear it all day, but we don't have that kind of time. You want to know what your character feels like when she's tied and tickled don't you?"

"Yes, but........" I tried to bargain with her.

"But nothing. Strip down so I can get started on you."

I felt as though I had already come this far, and at this point had little to loose by going along with Claire's plans. I was nervous and quite anxious about what she might do to me, but at the same time I had a sexual curiosity that I couldn't fight. I started to remove the blouse. I dropped it onto a chair near the bed and then unhooked the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. As I stood there in the black lingerie I shook a bit from the nervousness. Claire seemed to sense this and slipped deeper into her 'teacher' character.

"How do you like those pantyhose?" she asked.

"They're... quite clingy. Pretty nice I guess."

"I was going to put you in stay-ups or stockings and a garter-belt, but I wanted you to feel just like a woman coming home from work on any ordinary day. And since pantyhose are sort of ordinary... well, you get the idea."

I nodded in agreement, a bit worried about not agreeing with Claire by this time.

"Why don't you lay down on the bed before you fall down."

I slowly sat down on the bed, then curled up into a relaxed fetal position.

"Not like that stupid. Get on your back, hands over your head. And spread those legs open." she commanded.

My co-operation was quickly forthcoming. I felt as though it might not be wise to piss Claire off. I wasn't sure how deep she was willing to go into her character.

Soon I found her kneeling next to my head at the top of the bed. She had just a hint of perfume on but had a natural and perfectly delicious smell about her. I'd never had a purely sexual thought about Claire, until that moment. She leaned over me and tied a long scarf of some kind over my eyes. She made me put my head on a small pillow and set about tying my hands to soft cotton ropes that she had pulled up from the corners of the bed. I could feel her pulling my arms as far from my body as possible, in order to exaggerate the position she was putting me in. When my arms were done she worked on my legs, once again stretching me to the limit of the bed and tying me tightly, but not such that the circulation was cut off. It wasn't long before I was securely tied in a spread-eagle position.... and feeling quite vulnerable.

"So you want to write a nice little fetish story huh? A little bondage? A little tickling? And you want to know how it feels to be a woman experiencing it for the first time, right? Well, get ready." Claire's voice was more sultry than I'd ever heard it. I could hear her, but couldn't see a thing, though I did hear her heels walking back and forth across the end of the bed. I heard them walk back up towards the top of the bed and stop.

"Most women don't have armpits quite as hairy as yours.... but I'm sure yours are just as ticklish as any woman." with that she ran a full hand of nails down the inside of my right arm, right through my armpit and down my right side. I strained a bit against the ropes in reaction. I tried not to say anything, but I think a small whimper sort of leaked out of my mouth.

"Not going to laugh when you're tickled? I wonder what it will take to get you to laugh?" she pondered aloud, then add, "I wonder what it will take to get you to beg me to stop?"

I tightened again, trying to pull my arms to my side, to no effect. Soon she was back at my right side, tickling my armpit again with her hand. This time it wasn't a casual pass, but rather a sustained and tormenting assault. I tried to resist laughing, but just couldn't. I worried that it would inspire her to continue, but the tickling was too severe. I let it out and heard her laugh a bit at me laughing.

"Oh, you *do* like that." she stopped tickling the right side and I heard her walk around the bed to the left side. Soon she was going at my left armpit and side in the same way, a spidery motion with her fingers, over and over. I couldn't help but starting laughing again, and this only seemed to make her tickle more. She continued for two or three more minutes on this area. 

Claire took a break and I heard her walk to the end of the bed. I was still blindfolded at this point, with no hint that she would let me see what was happening before she wanted me to. I soon felt her slipping my heels off and letting the shoes drop to the floor. Now I felt even more vulnerable. My feet, now encased only in thin nylon, tied down so that they could be tortured by.... I felt Claire start to tickle them without saying a word. I broke into a giggle that I could not suppress. This seemed to spur Claire on and she started tickling both feet a the same time, running her long nails over my soles again and again. Her fingers seemed amazingly delicate and well-suited to the task they were now undertaking.

I strained again against my bonds, to no avail. I did notice my groin stretching high in the air, as it was not tied down, and as it did I noticed how completely full my cock felt. It had been months, maybe years since I'd had such a strong erection. I wondered if Claire had noticed my arousal... I suspected it was part of what was causing her to so viciously attack my sensitive soles. This assault on my stockinged feet seemed to go on for 4 or 5 minutes before Claire finally stopped for a break. I was sweating slightly and was also glad to catch my breath. I didn't realize until I stopped, how loudly I'd been laughing.

"I hope those skimpy panties can contain that throbbing cock of yours. Do you want me to put some ice on it? It looks a bit swollen?" Claire teased.

"I think I'm o.k."

"Oh, you may be o.k. now, but I think you'll be sweating a lot more later. I think we'll try a little something called 'Fire and Ice'. You want to try lots of things today, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. What do you mean 'fire'?" I asked in a shaky tone.

"Shhhhh..... you'll see my little sweety."

I felt her grab hold of the toes of one of my feet. Before I knew it I heard a ripping sound and felt cool air passing over my now bare toes. Claire had ripped a hole right in the end of my pantyhose leg. She soon repeated the gesture on the other foot. I could feel only the end of my feet exposed, as it felt like the lower part, especially the heels were still covered. I couldn't imagine what Claire was up to. But as it turned out, I didn't have to wait long to find out. I could hear the sound of a bowl or plate being put onto the hardwood floor. I felt Claire's hand reach into the nylon on the bottom of my left foot. Soon afterward a cold ice cube was dropped in. There was enough of the pantyhose left to keep the ice cube nicely pressed against the sole of my foot, about half-way down. It was only moments before I felt it starting to melt and drip ice cold water down my sole, to my heel. She repeated her action with the other foot. Soon both were writhing with their cold packages.

She left me like that for a minute or two, and it was then that I heard a strange sound. It took me a moment to recognize it as the sound of a match being lit. I could soon smell the smoke and sulfur fumes that followed. Several tense and quite seconds passed. Claire didn't say a word, and I was shaking too much to say anything myself. I couldn't imagine what she was about to do...

The first drop took me by complete surprise. At first I thought she'd dropped the lit match on my chest, but then I realized that she'd used the match to light a candle and was now dropping hot wax just below the bra covering my right nipple. Each drop stung slightly, then was very very warm, then faded quickly away. It wasn't painful exactly, just that each new drop was a startling sensation. I could feel my blood pressure rising as the tension mounted.

My feet were freezing, still being caressed by melting ice cubes stuffed down my pantyhosed feet. Both sides of my chest, Claire had now started on the other side, were tender and warm from the dripped wax. The mixture of sensations was sensuous and erotic as hell... fire and ice.

A moment later it got all the more interesting. The dripping stopped long enough for Claire to slip one ice cube into each cup of the black bra. Now my nipples were treated to the chilly treatment that my soles were receiving. And it wasn't long before the warmth of my chest began to melt the ice cubes. Soon freezing drops of water were rolling down, under the bra, and ending up dripping into my armpits. It was torture.

I had little time to savour this feeling before another one started. This time it was my belly button that was being coated in hot stinging wax. She held the candle over the same tiny area for what seemed like an eternity, letting drop after drop of burning wax fall into my 'innie'. I couldn't see how it looked, but it soon felt like it was getting full of wax. The heat was quite intense, as the new drops didn't allow previous drops to cool as they had when she dropped them on my flat chest. This wasn't truly painful, but it was really starting to get thrilling. I clenched my fists and curled my toes to fight the burning sensation. Claire must have taken pity on me, because she stopped the wax treatment shortly afterward.

I was catching my breath as Claire removed the ice cubes from both my feet and my nipples.

There was a long pause before Claire broke the silence with her wonderfully low voice.

"You know sometimes when women are tied down like this their male friends like to treat them like you've just been treated. But other times women are told to suck on things."

I had a sudden panic attack. Was Claire going to make me suck a man's cock? I wasn't really interested in that for my story. Was there a man in the room that I hadn't heard come in? Was he watching me, dressed up like a little slut as I was? I wondered what she meant by this comment when I heard a sound in the darkness. It was the unmistakable sound of her pumps falling to the floor. Claire was taking off her shoes.

As the bed was pushed down near my head I realized that she was then climbing up on the mattress. Soon I could feel one leg on either side of my head.

"Now listen carefully... I want you to stick your tongue out. I want you to lick the sole of my foot, from heel to toes. Then I want you to take my big toe in your mouth and suck it like you enjoy having your cock sucked, got it?"

"o.k." I answered meekly. I had sometimes kissed or held my girlfriend's feet during or after sex, but had never really sucked her feet as I was now being asked to do. Once again I followed Claire's instructions and stuck out my tongue.

I felt the warm sole start rubbing my tongue slowly and deliberately. Claire's soles were warm from having been in her tight shoes. I hadn't noticed before, but she was bare-legged, so it was her salty, leather-smelling bare soles that I was now tasting. The taste was something unique. A bit of leather, a bit of sweat, a bit of the smell of 'lived-in' feet. They didn't stink, but hadn't been washed in several hours, that was for sure.

Soon I had licked all the way up one sole, from the heel to her toes. She abruptly stuck several of the smaller toes in my open mouth all at once. I ran my tongue under them and then began to lick in-between each toe. I think I caught Claire off guard as she giggled slightly before withdrawing them. Soon, however, they were replaced with the big toe. She forcefully pushed it as deep as I could take it.

I must have begun to feel the part of my female character because something seemed to come over me. I relaxed my jaw and wrapped my lips tight around her toe. I let my tongue become very wet with saliva and stroked it over and over her toe. The salty, musty odor was getting steamy in my mouth and I was loving it, for what reasons I didn't know. I can only guess that Claire was getting into the act as well, for she didn't withdraw her toe for several long minutes. And when she did we repeated the entire affair with her other foot, starting again at the base of the heel.




Saturday Afternoon At Claire's



When I had finished giving her another toe-job (so to speak) she stepped off the bed. I heard her slipping her heels on in the quiet darkness. She walked down to the foot of the bed again.

"I don't want you to forget that your character is really supposed to be enjoying her first tickle torture session, now do I?" Claire asked aloud.

With that she knelt down or leaned over and peeled back the remaining nylon that covered each of my feet. Now they stuck out completely bare from the torn pantyhose. My vulnerability had just increased. And moments later she attacked my right foot with more vicious tickling carried out by her wonderfully slim and agile hands.

I started to squeal, it tickled so much, right away. This only inspired her to grab my ankle, though it was already securely bound. She held tight with one hand and continued to tickle with the other. I wriggled my toes, pulled at the ropes, but could not get her to stop or relent in any way. She went on for 5 minutes or more. She stopped then without notice.

I tried to catch my breath, as I was nearly exhausted. Apparently didn't want me to do so, for only seconds later she was going at the other foot, with even more maniacal strokes than before. This time the torture did not let up for nearly 10 minutes.

My body was soaked with sweat by the time she finished. I was panting. Claire started walking around the room.

"That cock of yours hasn't wilted a bit since we started this. I think you may have been enjoying it too much. I think if this was your female character you might punish her for enjoying the tickle torture."

I stopped panting and got very worried.

Claire started to untie my feet and soon I was free from the bonds.

"Turn over on your stomach and spread yourself again."

I complied, knowing that fighting Claire might only make whatever punishment she had in mind much worse. She once again tied me firmly down, with my arms stretched and my legs spread wide. My bare feet were now turned sole up and I was worried about what she might do.

"First... I think that little butt of yours need a tanning."

I felt her tugging at the pantyhose near the crack of my ass. Soon she was ripping a huge hole and I felt some of my skin exposed again. Then she reached under the leg of my panties and gave then a tug on both sides, pulling the material tight into my ass. Soon the briefs had become a thong. My butt cheeks were fully exposed.

She walked to the other side of the room and then back, very slowly. I didn't even hear her pick anything up. But she must have, for when she returned, I felt it smack across my butt. Later I would find out it was a rubber kitchen spatula with a wooden handle. But at the time I just felt the severe sting it left on my butt cheeks.

"Ouch!" I let out.

"Shut up or you get more."

SMACK!

A second lick of rubber meeting skin.

"Ahhh!" I couldn't keep quite.

SMACK!

Harder this time. She wasn't being gentle with me. Unfortunately her method wasn't having quite the desired effect. For some reason, instead of making me less excited, the spanking was causing my cock to throb at a furious pace. I was worried I might cum buckets inside the delicate panties.

SMACK! SMACK!

One on each cheek. I could feel them starting to glow red with the stinging and burning sensation that comes with having skin slapped like that.

"I'll make you a deal sissy boy. If you can stay quiet for five more smacks on each cheek, I'll stop."

Five more on each? I stopped to think that this was more than I'd already had. I must have waited too long to answer because...

SMACK!!!!

Really hard that time.

"O.K., I'll be quite, I promise."

She alternated cheeks, delivering the 10 blows quickly. My eyes watered by the end of it, but my cock was still at full attention.

She took a break for a couple of minutes, then I heard the sound again, the sound of the candle being lit.

This time the target was the soles of my bare feet. No longer to be tickled, but rather to have drops of near boiling wax dripped on them. She must have been holding the candle a bit lower, because the wax was hotter this time. My soles curled up in an attempt to shield themselves from the sting. But I felt Claire grab the toes of one foot and hold it out flat. She dripped more and more wax on it, covering not only the sole and heel, but the tender area under and between my toes. The pain was not severe, but was enough to make me wince quite often.

After taking turns drenching both of my bare feet in wax Claire seemed finally to be done. She untied me and let me relax for a bit.

"Strip down completely for me." she said matter-of-factly.

I looked at her a bit shocked.

"I've seen you in this get-up, what's the big deal a little more skin?"

She was right. Slowly I peeled off the pantyhose and handed them to her outstretched hand. The bra was next, she took it too. Finally I had the courage to slip off the black panties. My cock stood fully erect, out in front of my now fully naked body.

"Feeling vulnerable?"

"Very."

"If it's any consolation.... that's a pretty great looking cock. Not too big, not too small. But very perky."

We both laughed at this, as friends might.

"Now go write about all this, before you forget it.

"Yes, ma'am."

I turned to go and retrieve my clothes from the other room.

"Oh, by the way." she called out from behind me.

"Yeah?" I turned.

"I'm working on a story for that magazine too you know? It's called, 'Chocolate Pudding Peds'. Wanna help me work on the character next Saturday?"

"Sometime after 12?" I asked.

"See you then."

I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. As I looked into Claire's room on my way, I saw her putting on what looked to my the torn black pantyhose that I had worn during the afternoon. I wondered what wonderful things went on in Claire's bedroom when she was alone.

With some luck, it seemed, I might just find out about some of them.

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