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Secretes

By: Spider1352



Roxy looked at her computer screen, she stared at the blinking messenger tab on the taskbar. She slowly clicked to bring it up all the while scanning the area around her to make sure her boss wouldn't notice her brief dereliction of duty to check on her personal life. Roxy scanned the message from Ryan238 once more, he wanted to meet in person, she thought about it for more then a few minutes but couldn't decide if she really should. She closed the message abruptly when the phone rang a prerecorded voice came on the line and in frustration she slammed the phone down with more force then she intended.

"So who's got you pissed?" A man in his 50's with glasses came around the corner at that moment.

"No one sorry Steve, it's these damn telemarketers don't even give you a chance to say no anymore."

"Well anyway what are you still doing here, it's time to go?" Steve looked at her.

"It is that time already isn't it! See you tomorrow?"

"Probably not going to try to avoid the pinheads, I mean our esteemed benefactor."

"Good luck."

Roxy walked out into the fading sunlight, she hardly noticed men turning their head to follow her walking away. Standing at five foot six and with such a curvy frame it would have been hard for the men ogling her to believe that she could handle the kind of crass working environment she did. Her long blonde curled locks fell over her back and across her ample breasts. Razor wit, quick analytically thinking, smooth talking just a few of the attributes that allowed her to play in a mans world.

Roxy reached into the pocket and pulled out the key to her red VW Beetle. The men staring at her watched as her stiletto heeled knee length black boots covering her black jeans disappeared into the car first, then the rest of her. She turned the key and Maroon 5's "Moves like Jagger" flowed from the speakers.

Once home Roxy drew up a warm bath and settled into it, she scrolled with her finger over the different posts by people on her social media site, she looked at pictures of friends and their babies, reading about friends who lost relatives, their disappointments and their victories all laid out for the world to see. Yet with all the lack of privacy she knew that there were secrets that even her friends would never post, secretes like hers.

She shut off all the lights and fell asleep. Suddenly she set up with a jerk, her face was drenched in sweet, and her breath came in ragged gasps, she clutched at her chest. She flicked on the light and noticed the blonde six foot four broad shouldered man lying next to her. A pang of guilt flooded her and her checks burnt crimson red as she realized that she had been dreaming once again the same dream. She turned off the light and moved slightly away from her husband, her hand slid slowly down her body her own touch so familiar but also soothing. Her hips rocked lightly as she ground them into the palm of her hand, she closed her eyes and his face filled her mind. Her breath and pulse quickened, she pulled the pillow to her face and bit into to stifle the noise that threatened to escape her tender lips.

"Do you mind if I cut in?" His deep voice pierced the air.

Roxy froze in place having been so close. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up"

"Mmm well something's are worth waking up for!" The blonde rolled to face his wife and he slowly caressed her body knowing where to linger and where to trace faint figure eights and she moaned softly.

His hand replaced hers and she kept her eyes closed, his slow ministration was torture at first, he quickened his pace till he could feel her pressing into him her legs clamped down onto his hand as her body quivered. Once the shivers subsided she playfully pushed him so he was laying flat, her hand reached down.

"It feels like maybe you need me to tend to a little something?"

"Little?" the man said in a very deep voice.

She straddled his body and allowed herself to be fulfilled, she pressed forward and laid her head on his chest, he played with her hair and they moved in unison.

"Damn, it's already 5:30 in the morning, I am so sorry for waking you up."

"You never have to be sorry for waking me up for that."

"You enjoyed it?"

"I don't know what has gotten into you recently but I've not had this much fun since we first started dating."

Roxy was happy that it was pitch black in the room so that he couldn't see her checks once again turn bright red, this time though not from enjoyment but shame.

"Well if you figure it out before me please let me know would you?" Roxy quipped.

The very well toned man rolled over to his side and promptly fell asleep. Not being able to sleep anymore Roxy got out of bed and went to the computer.

"Have you thought anymore about meeting me?" It was an offline message from Ryan238

Roxy shut off the computer and went to wash off the sweet in the shower. The hot water flowed over her body and burned like the guilt she felt for even having thoughts about cheating on the man she had been married to for three years. Yet she couldn't help but to feel a certain excitement dreaming about the possibilities. She switched the shower head to pulse, the water drummed against her, she reached up and pulled the removable head from its holder. Her appetite had become almost insatiable, she pressed the shower head against herself and she felt blissful as she shuddered leaning against the wall.

Secretkeeper



Hi, there! Good to see you again. This, technically, is chapter 5. So far, it's the longest chapter to date (how lucky are you that I couldn't stop writing?). However, since I haven't posted this series in specified 'chapters', I'm not allowed to write "Dealmaker Chapter 5" in the description box. My apologies. Enjoy anyway.

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"So how was she?"

"Will you be quiet? She's still asleep."

"You're avoiding the question. What happened?"

"None of your damn business, Silthos."

Their voices stirred her awake, the volume of their conversation far too loud to let her sleep any longer. She groaned into her pillow, covering her head with the blankets to drown out the noise. All the hushing in the world wouldn't quiet those three. She sighed and tossed the pillow aside. Now that she was awake, she might as well get up. No use staying in bed hoping they'd learn to whisper.

"Enough, Darrow. We have a right to know. What happened between you two last night?"

She heard Darrow's growl in frustration. "She let me devour her and then sucked me off. Nothing more."

"You didn't break her, did you?"

"No, she's fine. I stopped her just as I was about to explode. She's clean as the day she was born."

"Good. Next time, you could at least ask us if it's okay to explore her."

Quietly, Claire shoved the sheets to the side and pushed herself up, gently scooting over to the edge of the bed. She turned her head to watch the argument unfold. Thaltos, Silthos and Darrow each had a seat at the table, steaming plates of food set before them. All three were still deep in discussion about her, none of them ever looking over to notice her presence. Every so often, one of her lovers would dip his head into his plate of food, letting the other two continue the argument alone for a moment.

Silthos scoffed loudly. "You're one to talk, Thaltos. Wasn't it you who ate her without permission the last time?"

The old demon's face hardened. "I was simply following Darrow's suggestion to taste her."

Darrow's head shot up from his plate, his black eyes blazing. "Don't try to pin that on me! You were the one who wanted to taste her. I never forced your head between her thighs!"

Claire sighed and slipped off the bed, landing silently on the warm stone floor. She made her way over to the table, running her fingers through her wild hair in an attempt to tame the strands.

Three days of having you pussy devoured by demons can give you some serious bed-head.

She walked over to the table without saying a word, pulled out a chair and sat down. She reached out and pulled the steaming plate of rice and beef strips toward her, her mouth watering at the smell of her new favorite food. Famished, she snatched a piece of meat from the plate and began to devour it with her bare hands.

All three of her lovers, meanwhile, stared at her in shocked silence. Her body's hunger kept her from pausing to look at them, but Claire understood their confusion. When they first brought her here, she was a quiet, scared human girl with manners and endless questions. The sight of her stuffing her face without inquiry was probably the shock of their lives.

Finally, Thaltos cleared his throat. "Good to see that you're awake."

She nodded. "Well, the three of you couldn't whisper if you tried and I was hungry." She talked through a mouthful of meat.

He smiled slightly. "I apologize. We tried to keep our voices low to let you sleep."

She swallowed and wiped her mouth with her arm. "You didn't do a very good job." Her eyes flicked to Darrow, giving him a withering stare that let him know he was the main culprit.

He smiled wickedly and retuned to his plate.

She tore of another chunk of mean, chewing it slowly and quietly. "We are in Hell, correct?"

Thaltos nodded. "We are."

"So, does that mean there's a place beyond this room?" She stared at him, curious. "You've kept me locked in here for three days. Will I get to see Hell at some point?"

He laughed softly. "Of course. We were simply waiting until you became accustomed to us."

"I think I'm pretty used to you three." She reached out and picked up a ruby-encrusted chalice, bringing it to her lips to drink the sweet liquid inside. The sweet, powerful taste of dragberries and wine jolter her completely awake.

"I second that opinion," Silthos chimed, giving her a quick wink. "I think she's more than comfortable to our presence."

"If it's something you honestly want to see..." Thaltos shrugged. "Hell's not the most luxurious place in the world."

She nodded vigorously. "I do. No offense, but I'm starting to get cabin fever in here. I need to get out of this room."

"That's nothing new," Darrow added. "None of us can stay lock in here for too long. That's why we've had to leave once you fell asleep." He took another bit of roasted pork. "The fact that you've stayed sane for this long is a fucking miracle."

Claire giggled at him, an action that surprised all of them, even herself. She and Darrow had never been the best of friends, but since last night their relationship had gone from tsunami waves to class five rapids. A small improvement, but one she'd take nonetheless.

Thaltos shrugged again. "Fine, then. I don't see an issue with it. Once you're finished eating, we'll get you dressed and show you around."

She cocked her head, confused. "Why do I have to be dressed? We're in Hell. What difference does it make if I'm naked or not?"

"It's an insurance policy," Silthos explained. "In Hell, any human soul that hasn't been claimed or traded wanders around completely naked; souls that have an owner are dressed. Each demon or group of demons that has claimed a soul has pieces of clothing their prizes wear. Those pieces have a specific marking stitched into the fabric. That mark tells other demons that particular soul belongs to another demon and can't be touched."

"If you were to walk around naked, even if you were with us, another demon could conclude that you're an open soul and try to claim you." Darrow swallowed his food and stared at her. "If you wear the clothing we have for you, no other demon could claim you. It's a bit like farmers branding their cattle; it helps identify which soul belongs to whom."

"What would happen if-" She clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to reopen old wounds.

Thaltos raised an eyebrow. "If one demon took another's prize anyway? Well, Darrow's friend Tarrin is an excellent example. Exile and the threat of execution if they return."

Claire nodded, avoiding eye contact with Darrow. She could hear his low growl, though, a signal that the discussion of Tarrin had come to an end.

"When you're done, we'll get you dressed and give you a tour," Thaltos proclaimed.

They ate in silence for the remainder of breakfast, with Darrow being especially quiet. The mention of Tarrin had put him in a less than happy mood, something that was sure to brighten the day for all of them. Claire was also quiet, mulling over the prospect of seeing the world outside her room. Would there be flames like her grandmother had told her? Or would it be cold and icy like Thaltos said it was? The thoughts made her nervous about the tour, despite her ravenous hunger. She swallowed her food quickly, anxious to see her new home.

Full of rice, meat and strong wine, Claire pushed her plate back and leaned back in her chair, her belly now sated with food. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, the scent of fresh smoke and warm wine mixed in the air, making her head spin slightly and bringing a smile to her lips.

"Ready, then?" Thaltos looked at her expectantly.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, nodding. She sat up and pushed herself away from the table, standing up to watch as the other three did the same. Thaltos curled a clawed finger at her, beckoning her to follow. He led her to the far wall, pausing so she and the others could catch up. A thick redwood beam had been nailed into the rock, the surface of the wood carved with swirling filigree. On it hung dozens of translucent shreds of fabric they laughingly called clothing.

I though I was going to be dressed in actual clothes, not the craft store reject pile.

"Now let's see. It's her first outing. What should we-"

"I'll do it. The girl needs to be dressed, Thaltos, that's all. She's in Hell, not a beauty pageant."

Darrow stepped forward, pushing his companions aside. He rummaged through the racks, grunting at every piece that didn't meet his expectations. Finally, he pulled two separate pieces and began to slide them off the holders. He turned to her, his eyes curiously blank.

"Arms up."

She nodded and lifted her hands, closing her eyes as he slipped one piece of fabric over her head. He adjusted it for a moment, making sure that it sat right on her skin. He held out the second piece, a simple white skirt with a hip-high slit on one side and embroidered with blood-red scrollwork. She stepped into the skirt carefully; the fabric looked so thin, she was surprised it hadn't ripped in his hands. She pulled the skirt up to her hips, pulling the waist strings tight to fit.

"Would you like to see?" Thaltos offered.

She nodded, curious to view her appearance. Looking down at her body, the clothing was indescribable and made no sense. A mirror would help to show exactly how she was supposed to look.

Thaltos stepped away for a moment, retuning with an enormous rectangular mirror surrounded by gold and expertly carved with flames. He set it down in front of her, tilting the glass so she could see.

"Take a look."

What she saw was startling. The skirt reached to her knees, the red embroidery made to look like flames dancing up her legs. The slit on the side showed her entire leg, leaving very little to the imagination.

Her top was far more intricate. Two strips of white fabric crossed over her chest and wrapped around her back. Each of her breasts was covered with a band of soft cotton, the material just heavy enough for her skin to not show through. The rest of her torso - her ribcage to her hips - was bare, revealing miles of smooth, creamy skin. Where the bands of fabric crossed on her chest, a red insignia had been emblazoned into the cloth. To her, it reminded her of the ancient Venus symbol turned upside-down, but with two bars sticking out instead of one. Inside the circle, a tiny flame made of gold thread shined in the light.

After staring at it for a moment, Claire realized it looked familiar. It was the same symbol her parents had placed in the family room above the photo of her eighteenth birthday party. Back then, it was reminder to her family of debt they owed. Now, it symbolized their ownership of her.

She traced the emblem with her fingers. "It's beautiful. Does it represent something?"

"The rebirth of fire." Thaltos rested one arm against the mirror to support himself as he leaned against it.

Claire continued to finger the crest, fascinated with its shape and texture. It felt so good under her fingers, so natural to have next to her body. As if it actually belonged there...

"We ready to go?" Silthos questioned.

"Claire?" Thaltos turned to her.

She snapped her head up, torn out of her trance. "Yeah, I'm ready." She glanced back to the mirror. "I feel very exposed."

"You're in a world of pain, suffering and boundless pleasures, my dear," Thaltos smiled at her. "No one is expecting you to wear Prada."

She nodded, tearing her gaze away from the mirror to follow them. All three had paused at the edges of the shadows that pooled along the walls, waiting patiently for her to come. She stopped an inch from the dark masses at her feet, watching as Darrow and Silthos were consumed by the darkness, pulled in by the tiny threads that welcomed them. Thaltos offered his hand, a suggestion she gladly took. Gently, he led her into the blackness, never letting his grip on her hand falter.

Strands of shadow stretched out to greet her, wrapping around her arms and legs as they slowly pulled her in. The threads were warm, almost silky to the touch, light as breath on her skin. They pulled her deeper into their home, with Thaltos leading the way. He never let go of her hand, even when the fearful mass of dark finally consumed her.

A heartbeat later, she was standing in an enormous hallway crowded with demons of all shapes and sizes. Accompanying each hellion was another human dressed in clothing similar to her but with a different design. Periodically, she would see a group of humans following one demon, each soul wearing identical designs. A number of demons looked at her as they passed, noticing the newcomer end eyeing her with interest, though none made a move toward her. Some of the human captives did the same, but offered her warm smiles instead of hushed whispers and frightened gazes.

The hallway itself was beautiful. A curved ceiling nearly fifty feet high was supported by innumerable carved stone columns, each etched with carnal depictions of humans and demons. The hall was illuminated by those same floating rings of fire she saw in her room. The floor was one giant slab of black marble filled with veins of blue and gold. The walls were made of the same stone, with arched cutouts made in the rock. Through the openings, she saw the cold, bleak, misty world of dead souls. The sights overwhelmed her senses and stopped her in her tracks as she stared in wonder.

Hell was certainly a place to behold, far more beautiful and wondrous than her grandmother had claimed.

"This way," Thaltos whispered in her ear as he steered her through the crowd.

"You two took a long time to get here." Silthos was leaning against one of the columns, waiting for them. Darrow stood next to him, his focus elsewhere.

"It was her first time shadow-walking." Thaltos urged her forward. "I didn't want her to be scared."

"She's fine," Darrow snapped. "If she can handle us, she can handle the shadows. They're not going to hurt her."

"Come on. We promised we'd show her around. Let's go." Silthos started to step away, beckoning the others to follow.

Thaltos gripped her wrist and began to pull her along, making sure to keep her close. They passed by spires of twisting rock, flitted through the hoards of demon masses and pushed their way to an enormous balcony overlooking the desolate world of muck and death that all human souls traveled through. A twinge of pain flashed through her heart as she watched those helpless beings trek through the slime. The poor things. They were neither kings nor sinners, so they were stuck in the world in between the glorious and the hellfire.

"Follow us, Claire. Stay close." Thaltos whispered the words in her ear as the moved.

The farther they walked, the thinner the crowd became. She had more room to maneuver now, so she walked beside Thaltos instead of behind him. Darrow trailed behind all of them, staying back in case she wandered off or someone took an unhealthy interest in her. Claire looked over her shoulder at him, offering a tiny smile of comfort and joy. He returned the gesture, though his arms remained folded and his eyes steely.

"Over there," Silthos pointed to a twisting mass of rock in the muck, "is the Shadow Spire. It's the central governing body here. The demons in there regulate incoming souls and deal out judgment to any rule breakers."

They passed several more landmarks: the Fire Towers, used for judging the damned souls; the Capitoris, Lucifer's throne room; the Salonthi, an appeals board for souls wrongly sent into the inferno. Each made her stare in wonder and amazement. Such majesty and powering those buildings. She could only imagine what else they had to show her.

The hall had become silent as they had taken their tour. Only the four of them walked the massive corridor, though every so often a demon and their servant would enter into the hall for an instant before disappearing again.

"Why is it so quiet now?" She looked around the hall, searching for any sign life.

Silthos shrugged. "The crowds come in waves. The Capitoris has a clock that regulates the time here. When the bell chimes, the demons come out with their humans and move around. Time moves faster there that it does on Earth, so it may feel like there's always a constant flow."

"Where do they go?" Her eyes widened in curiosity.

"Nowhere, really. Some have errands to do, people to talk to, deals to make. That's the majority of the movement. Seven billion souls and so much time." Darrow gave her a vicious smile and a playful wink.

He smiled at him, glad to know that all three of them had calmed from their earlier argument.

"So where shall we go from here? The fire pits? The Capitoris itself?" Silthos looked expectantly at Claire.

She paused for a moment. "Are there places that we can see the souls?"

Thaltos looked down at her. "Which ones? The damned? The unremarkable?"

She chewed her lip. "The damned, I suppose."

"The fire pits it is, then!" Silthos spun on his heels and began to make his way down the hall.

A bell chimed, a deep, resonating sound that echoed around the hall and rattled her bones.

"Heads up!" Silthos shouted.

Darrow whipped his head around, his eyes wild. "Thaltos! Keep her close!"

Thaltos' muscular arm jerked her backwards, crushing her face against his chest. His free arm wrapped around her waist, locking her to his form. She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on for the rush.

A swarm of demons and their captives burst into the hallway, knocking them backwards into the marble wall. Thaltos grunted in pain but held onto her, never letting go. Most of the demons crowding them noticed her but never said anything or made a move. They continued on their way, focused on their own lives.

One massive horned demon marched down the hallway dragging the screaming soul of a middle-aged man. Thin, pale and covered in blood, the man had murdered his wife and two daughters before killing himself. Now, after his death, he was being heaved into the fiery pits where the worst souls were cast. His long, broken fingers dug at the marble flooring, trying desperately to halt his fate.

Thaltos pressed himself against the wall, pulling her closer to him. Other demons moved out of the way, watching as the man was dragged to his fate. Once the demon had passed, they moved back into the hall, intent of going where they were needed.  

The demon neared them, his breath blowing out of his nostrils in black puffs. The man screamed for mercy, begging the demon for another chance to save himself. The demon carried on silently, uncaring about the tainted soul in his grasp.

One filthy, blood-covered hand, searching for anything to grab onto, lashed out and gripped her ankle, jerking her backwards and out of Thaltos' grasp. Claire screamed as she was dragged into the hoard of demons and down the hall with the damned man.

"CLAIRE!"

She heard Thaltos' roar but was too far down the hallway to see him. By now, she had been swept up in the crowd of demons and servants, pulled along by the hand of the damned man who had grabbed her. Behind her, she could see Thaltos' massive form shoving his way through the crowd, catching glimpses of his frightened eyes in the spaces between the swarming bodies. Silthos and Darrow followed close behind, as anxious and fearful as their friend.

Sharp nails dug into her ankle, making her wince in pain and whip her head around. The man stared at her with wild green eyes, his broken teeth forming a pained grimace.

"Help me," he whispered.

Claire glared at him, furious he'd separated her from her companions. "Let me go!"

She kicked her free foot out, her heel catching his nose. The man cried out and pulled his hand away to cup his face, setting her free and tossing her into the waves of bodies still piling down the hall.




Secretkeeper



She screamed and rolled tone side to avoid being trampled, ending up in a small corner between the wall and a marble column. She staggered to her feet, leaning against the wall as she looked out into the crowd for Thaltos or the others.

"I see her! Thaltos!" Silthos' voice rang out, making her whip her head around to look for him.

He about fifteen feet back, still trapped in the mass of demons, his eyes locked on her as he shoved his way through the swarm. He called her name, warned her to stay still while he made his way to her. She nodded and gripped a corner of the column tightly, pressing her back against the wall to stay out of the way of the crowd.

"Thaltos! She's back here. Silthos has her!" Darrow's voice called out to his friend, his black eyes also trained on her.

Claire remained completely still, waiting patiently for them to come. She exhaled a sigh of relief. They had found her and were coming to save her. She may survive the experience after all, despite the bumps and bruises of her tour

No more adventures, ever. I'd rather be safe and bored than dead form excitement.

A hot puff of breath rushed past her ear. "You're a pretty one, aren't you." A clawed hand wrapped painfully around her wrist, making her wince. "Why don't you come with me?"

Claire screamed as she was jerked backwards into another pool of shadow, watching as Silthos' eyes widened with horror and anger.

"NO! She's ours!" he roared into the darkness.

But the voice didn't listen. Instead, it laughed as it pulled her away from her lover, hauling her deep into the darkness beyond. The shadows swallowed her, and then spewed her out seconds later onto a cold stone floor. She landed on her hands and knees, looking down on the same slam of marble flooring she'd just been dragged on.

Terrified, Claire shot up onto her feet and whipped around. This corridor was darker than the main hall, the wreathes of flame dimmer than usual. The hall was colder, too, with small gusts of wind whipping around the hallway and chilling her skin. She looked out through the cutouts in the wall, surprised to see the marshland of human souls much nearer than before.

This corridor must be closer to the bog that the main hall. No wonder it's so damn cold.

She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her palms against her skin to warm her flesh. The skimpy clothing she wore did little to deter the breeze. She shivered, still looking around to see if she could catch sight of who had taken her.

"My goodness, you are pretty, aren't you?" Deep laughter resounded through the hall. "I was lucky to have found a soul like you."

Claire spun around in circles, unable to locate the voice. "You stole me! Where are you?"

More laughter mocked her efforts. "Such a feisty one, too. Oh, you're going to be loads of fun."

She fumed at the voice's ridicule. She spun around again, calling out to her kidnapper. "Come out and show yourself, you coward!"

"A coward, you say? And what would drive you to make such an incendiary claim?"

"A real demon wouldn't take the servant of another. He'd catch one himself instead of sinking that low!" She scowled into a pool of shadow, having finally located the voice. "Only a weakling would take something that wasn't his."

Her taunts were dangerous, she knew, but maybe if she could enrage him enough to draw him out, she could get a good look at him. Silence followed for a second, making her think she'd lost her fight.

"A weakling?" The voice was deeper now, angrier. "I'll show you a weakling. I can make you scream so loud your lungs will collapse."

The pool of shadow shuddered, quaking as a new, massive form began to emerge. Enormous, with ashen skin and black twisting horn sticking out from its shoulders, head and back, it tromped forth out of the blackness. Its face was beautifully carved, but covered in jagged scars and horrific burns. It stopped two feet from her, clouds of steam streaming from its nostrils.

Claire stumbled backwards, her heart racing and breath coming in short gasps. Her taunts had been a very bad idea, but at least he would be easy to describe to the others when -- if - she got out of there she got out. She doubted such a grotesque creature would be difficult to identify.

The creature smiled, revealing rows of sharp red teeth. "Let's see if you're as much fun as you look."

One long, muscular arm shot out and gripped her wrist, flicking her aside. Her shoulder cracked against a column, making her cry out in pain as she sunk to the floor. Quick as lightening, the creature sprang forward and knocked her onto her back, crawling over her to stare into her eyes. Orbs of blood-red burned into her, rendering her speechless.

The creature smiled again. "So fragile and delicate. It's a shame you humans break so easily. We could have so much fun if only you were stronger."

She scowled at him. "Get off!"

She lashed out an arm to strike at him, but his clawed hand caught her wrist and forced it down, smashing her hand into the rock. She cried out again, tears welling in her eyes.

"And still so spirited. You are interesting aren't you?" His breath reeked of rotten meat and blood, making her stomach twist in disgust.

She threw her head back, trying to break away from the nauseating smell. "Thaltos!" She cried out for him, wishing he would break through the wall and rescue her.

The demon laughed. "No, my girl. They won't find you here." A long, thick, ink-black tongue rolled out of his mouth, swiping against her cheek and leaving a trail of slime on her skin. "Not until I've had my fill of you."

She turned her face away, grimacing at the feel of the slick flesh of her skin.

"And delicious. You're full of surprises." He pulled his tongue back, still grinning at her. "I wonder if your pussy tastes good as your skin."

Thin stands of shadow speared out to hold her, tightening painfully around her wrists. She winced in pain, confused and frightened that they were so threatening. These were far from the comfortable, gentle bindings she'd come to know. These were darker, meaner and far less playful.

With her secure, the demon began to inch down her body, dragging his tongue along her skin. She screamed again and tried to fight her restraints, but no matter how hard she pulled the shadows remained taught. His tongue dipped into her bellybutton making her stomach spasm and started a fresh burst of squirms.

"Silthos!" She tried again, still hoping they'd find her.

The creature laughed again. "Yes! Keep screaming! It whets my appetite for your flesh."

He continued down, his tongue still leaving a trail of slime on her skin. He reached her thighs, commanding more strands to slither out and bind her feet. The shadows spread her legs wide, revealing her body completely to him.

He groaned. "So beautiful. I don't think I've ever had a woman as luscious as you." Dipping his horned head, her placed his nose against her sex and inhaled deeply. "And so sweet. You are exceptional."

His tongue traced the line of her sex, drawing out another scream from her throat. He chuckled into her pussy, burying his face between her thighs to feast. She arched her back against his touch, hating the situation but helpless to her body's needs. Her mind raged and cried at the though of being ravaged by a demon who wasn't hers; her body reveled in the new attention it received. Her heart and body warred with each other as he continued his depraved play.

His licks turned harder, his tongue now probing into her sex. It slid out and pressed roughly against her clit, making her gasp and writhe against him. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Through no fault of her own, she was betraying the people who loved and cared for her, and she was far from strong enough to break free.

With one final panicked effort, Claire sucked in a long breath and let out the loudest scream she could. "DARROW!"

The creature stopped instantly, his head whipping up to stare at her. His mouth twisted into a menacing scowl while his eyes showed confusion. "How do you know that name?"

Tarrin.

The thought made her heart skip a beat. She screamed again, kicking and thrashing against her binds. The violence of her struggle startled him a bit, causing his to rear up and glare down at her.

"So you're the new girl he's got." Tarrin lunged forward and gripped her wrists, pinning her to the floor and stopping any further struggles.

"Let me go!" She thrashed again, trying to break free.

"A fool like him doesn't deserve a wonder like you." His eyes narrowed to slits of crimson.

She glared at him, hellfire in her own eyes. "Is that what you said about Elaina, too?" She spat the words at him.

Tarrin chuckled. "Elaina? My dear, that wretch has nothing on you. She was nothing more than a good fuck here and there, but she had no passion, no drive in her heart. You," he raked on sharp claw down her cheek, "you are far more than she could have ever wished to be."

"Get off me!" She screamed again, the pain in her wrists now burning up her arms.

"Not yet." Tarrin smiled at her. "I haven't had my fill of you yet. I'll feast on you first, then break that tender virginity of your and make you mine. Then I'll let you go."

"Damned creature!" A voice rumbled in the hall. "I'll see you executed for this!"

Tarrin whipped his head up, staring down the dark hall for any trace of the new voice.

A flurry of sharp spike shot out from the darkness, spearing Tarrin's face and body. They dug into his flesh, locking themselves into his body. The demon roared with pain and stumbled back, swiping blindly at the thorns with his hands.

Without his focus on her, the strands of darkness pulled away, freeing her. Claire sat up immediately, crawling over to one of the massive columns. She stared at her attacker, fascinated by his struggles and relieved to bee free for the moment.

Where the hell did those come from?

A strand of sticky white webbing speared out from the hallway, catching on her arm. Fast as lightening, it yanked her back into the shadowy corridor, twisting and turning past the columns and into a small alcove in the rock. Claire screamed as she was pulled in, tumbling on the floor until she landed on her side.

Cautiously, she stretched her hands out and felt for the floor, pushing herself gently onto her knees. The recess was pitch black, illuminated only by the dim light spilling in from the main hall from the creviced she was pulled in through. She scooted back against the cold wall, pressing her hand against her chest to slow her heart.

Outside, Tarrin was still raging form the ambush roaring in pain and fury. She whimpered and scooted farther into the small fissure, trying to put as much distance between herself and the opening as possible.

A thin leg, covered in soft hair, wrapped around her neck and pressed against her mouth, shutting off all noise. She squealed silently into the limb, terrified that she'd found a new enemy.

"Hush, girl," a voice whispered in her ear. "We must keep silent if we are to hide from him."

Heart still racing, Claire nodded, her eyes never wavering from the opening of the crevice. The leg removed itself from her mouth, allowing her to breathe again. She heard soft, almost imperceptible movements along the floor- tiny footsteps made by something large yet agile. The sounds stopped, coming to rest next to her. Swallowing her next scream, Claire turned her head to look at her savior.

Half-illuminated by the dim light from the hallway, she saw the head of a gargantuan spider staring out into the hall. Enormous fangs dripping with venom extended from a voracious-looking mouth. Its eyes, black as night, shined in the soft light. The spiky hair on its body was a vibrant mix of cobalt blue, emerald green and gold. Eight long, hairy legs held a massive abdomen covered in swirling patterns of its colorful hair. Behind her, she could see the makings of a colossal web, a large bundle of sticky silk already stuck to the intricate patters. Lunch, no doubt.

Her stomach tightened, her throat emitting a strangled wheeze of fear.

The massive head turned to her, eight giant eyes focused on her horrified face. "Why are you here, girl? You should know better than to wander into these corridors alone." Its mouth moved as it spoke, showing a plethora of sharp teeth hidden under the fangs.

She shook her head, loosening her jaw enough to speak. "I didn't walk here," she whispered. "He dragged me here."

"Ah, that explains it. No wonder you look so frightened" The head turned back to stare out the crevice.

Claire squeezed herself back against the wall, fear still fresh in her mind. She was caught between an exiled demon who wanted to claim her for himself and a giant spider that shot spines from it body. Caught between the biggest rock and the hardest place imaginable, he struggled to decide which fate was worse.

"I thought he was exiled." She whispered. "How did he get back?"

"He was, many centuries ago," the spider crawled forward, watching the hallway. "Though how he managed to return is beyond me. To come back after being banished is a death sentence. The guards should have killed him the moment he tried to enter here."

"Do you think he found a way around them?" She looked at her new companion for answers.

The spider shook its head. "I think not. There are only two ways into this world: you are either a demon, or you come by one. There is no other way here."

Claire scrunched up her face in confusion. "Then how-"

She stopped. Outside in the hallway she could hear Tarrin's snarls of rage. He'd freed himself of the spider's spines and was now stalking the hall searching for her. She whimpered and pressed harder against the wall, closing her eyes and holding her breath. The spider also backed away, staying clear of the streams of light spilling in.

"Where are you?" Tarrin roared. "Where did you go, my little beauty?"

His footsteps shook the hall, making small bits of stone shake loose and fall onto her shoulders. His shadow passed by the crevice, blocking out the light for an instant before passing by. She exhaled soft sigh of relief, though her mind remained alert for any movement he made.

The spider looked at her again. "So you're Darrow's new conquest. I see why he's so determined to claim you."

She nodded slowly. "He seems to have a habit of that."

"Tarrin has a habit of taking what doesn't belong to him." The hair framing its eight eyes furrowed, the creature doing its best attempt at a scowl

"So what's his deal with Darrow? The moment I called out his name, Tarrin nearly bit my head off." She bit her lip, unsure if she'd like the answer.

"It's more of a jealous control thing than anything else," the spider answered. "Darrow has a way of getting the girls Tarrin always wanted; namely, the most attractive ones. Stealing them away is Tarrin's attempt to even the odds."

"Oh." She nodded silently before looking at her companion again. "So, that's Tarrin. And you are?"

"Kerion."

She forced a smile. "Claire."

"Ah, a lovely name. Latin for 'bright', I believe."

She smiled slightly. "You have a nice name, too."

Kerion looked at her, his eyes shining in the soft light. "Thank you. It's not often I receive compliments on my name."

"You're welcome." Her heart had stopped pounding so loud. In the short amount of time she'd spent with Kerion so far, Claire understood that he was the far lesser of two evils.

Kerion raised on hairy leg to her mouth again. "Shhh."

She clamped her mouth shut and leaned back into the shadows of their hiding place. Tarrin was making a second round in the hallway, still searching for her. He called for her, his voice deep and rumbling. She heard the sounds of crashing marble and shattering glass. His search for her was far from over, and he'd decided to tear the place apart to find her.

Crap, does that man ever give up?

"We must get you out of here quickly." Kerion turned around, one of his legs wrapping around her body and pressing against her back, urging her deeper into the crevice. "If he continues that way, he'll eventually find us."

They crawled along the cold floor, dodging any low-hanging slabs of rock as they moved. Now that she was away from the small entrance, the crevice was pitch-black and ice cold, making her shiver slightly. She was encased in a world of black shadows, and Claire could feel small tendrils creeping out to caress her skin. She brushed them aside, trying to stay focused on her path. Despite the darkness blinding her, she could still hear the soft sounds of Kerion moving next to her, telling her she was moving in the right direction.

After another ten feet they stopped, far enough into the hole that they were completely hidden by shadows. She rested against the wall and closed her eyes, listening to Tarrin still raging in the hallway. Damn it, that man was relentless. He'd probably tear the whole place apart if he could.

"There. We should be safe for now." Kerion whispered. "We still need to get you out of here and back to your owners. Where did her take you from?"

"The main hall. I got swept into a tidal wave of demons and he grabbed me when I managed to claw my way to a corner." She peered down the cavern, relived to see no trace of light.

"Good. That will make it easier for you to return. Have you ever shadow-walked before?"

Claire shook her head. "Not on my own. Thaltos held my hand the first time."

"It's not as frightening as it seems." Kerion turned and stomped one of his enormous legs, the sound echoing down the cavern. "It's the feel of it that takes getting used to."

She nodded. "I'm not quite used to the shadows grabbing me."

Kerion laughed. "Yes. They're quite rambunctious, aren't they?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but was caught off guard by a sound coming from farther down the fissure. Soft squeaks, coupled with the sound of gentle tapping, emanated from the dark. They grew louder, coming closer with every passing second. She backed away an inch, fearful of what was coming her way.

The first soft brush of legs against her hand sent her tumbling back, though she managed to keep herself from screaming. More legs and bodies crawled over her, tickling her skin. She shivered silently, keeping her terror locked inside her throat.  Kerion let out a sharp, angry hiss. "My children! That is enough!"

The mass of legs stopped immediately, waiting eagerly for their father's instructions.

"The girl means no harm to us." Kerion began to scratch at the wall, bringing a fresh batch of shadowy tendril caressing her skin. "Forgive my children. They are unaccustomed to visitors. They're simply curious about you."

She shook her head, offering a sketchy smile. Gently, Claire reached out and slipped her hand under one of the tiny creatures, lifting it off her thigh. She stroked the arachnid gently, coaxing a soft purr from the creature.

"They like you. Not many have treated my children so kindly." Kerion continued to scratch at the wall, moving constantly as if searching for something. "Believe me when I say it is better for my children to like you than to fear you."

She continued to caress the small spider in her hand, giggling when it moved around her palm to rub against her thumb. She'd never been particularly frightened of spiders. To her, they were just a tiny thing with eight legs that devoured bugs, nothing more. Wasps, on the other hand, gave her the ability to walk on water if they came near her.

"You're so cute. Look how tiny you are," she cooed to the tiny creature.

Aware of the attention she was bestowing on their sibling, the mass of spiders swarmed up her legs and arms, vying for her affection. She laughed softly in amusement reaching out into the darkness to run her hands over all of them, feeling the soft, silky hairs tickling her palms.




Secretkeeper



"There must be a spot here somewhere...Ah! Here's one!" Kerion shouted. "Quickly, Claire. Stand up. I've found your exit."

She nodded, trying her best to maneuver around the demon's hoard of children. They stayed put, still competing for attention. Their tiny legs pawed at her skin, begging for more love.

Kerion turned his head, hissing at his brood. "Not now! The girl must leave if she is to survive. She can't stroke you if she'd dead!"

With a collective squealing sigh, the mass of tiny spiders crawled off her skin, slinking back into the shadows of their home.

Free of her now hoard of fans, Claire hauled herself to her feet and carefully made her way over to Kerion, stepping lightly to avoid any stragglers. She stopped a foot from the demon's side, watching him expectantly.

"Shadow-walking itself is very simple. You just need to let the shadows take hold of you; they're the things that take you where you need to go. Once they've got you, just imagine your destination and they'll take you straight there."

She nodded, still watching him intensely.

Kerion pulled away from the wall, watching her. "You're welcome here any time you need a place to hide. My home is always open to you, and my children will provide you with a defense."

She smiled at him in the darkness. "Thank you so much." She stepped towards him, the hesitated.

"What is it?" Kerion's voice was concerned.

She chewed her nails, planning her next move. "I'd hug you, but I'm not sure how."

"Ah." Kerion crawled forward and wrapped his two front legs around her back, pulling her against the side of his head. She smiled and buried her face in his soft hairs, wrapping her arms around his head as best she could.

Seconds later, Kerion pulled back, one leg pushing her towards the wall. "Go now. Find your hosts and tell them Tarrin has returned somehow. They must know, Claire. Something must be done before he tries to steal you away again."

She nodded vigorously, taking a deep breath before stepping forward to the wall. Kerion moved back, watching her. Tentatively, she reached out and felt for the stones, feeling the slick tendrils of shadow wrap around her arms immediately. She fought back the fear she always felt at their touch and refocused her mind. She imagined the main hallway, the balcony looking out towards the Capitoris, the three demons who loved and cared for her.

"Take care, my dear." Kerion slunk back into the shadows to follow his children home.

The threads of darkness began to pull her into the wall, the cold stone seeming to liquefy around her flesh. She stepped forward, letting the shadows guide her in. The melted rock now caressed her belly, barely brushing the tips of her breasts.

At the last second, she turned her head toward the dark corridor. "Kerion! Thanks again!"

With a final tug, the shadows pulled her out of the web-filled corridor and into the dark.

The stepped out into the main hallway, spinning around to see the thin vines of shadow receding into the wall. She smiled at the strands of dark, then turned to face to open hall again.

The corridor was empty, save for a tiny gust of wind that whipped around the hall. Wrapping her arms around her, she turned and began to walk down the hallway, looking over her shoulder every few seconds incase Tarrin had followed her. She hoped in her heart that she'd eventually run into her lovers, or that someone would recognize her and take her somewhere safe. But the hall remained empty, and she continued to walk in silence.

After endless minutes of feeling helpless and alone, Claire began to doubt her own judgment. Had she picked the right place? Had she even picked the right world? This one seemed brighter than she was accustomed to, so much quieter. Tears welled in her eyes, the fear of being alone making her stomach turn.

"I swear to fuck this is where she disappeared."

Silthos' voice snapped her out of her melancholy, reigniting her pervious hopes of being found. Perked up by the sound of one of her lovers, Claire began to race down the hall, delighted that she was finally safe.

"Then where the hell did she go?" Thaltos' voice drove her onward, nearly making her shriek with joy.

"We saw someone take her. He pulled her through the shadows."

The sound of Darrow's voice fired up her afterburners. She rocketed down the hall, barely avoiding the columns of marble as she neared the voices.

She rounded a corner, spotting them clumped together at the point of her disappearance. All three were inspecting the wall, still clearly horrified by her capture. They clawed at the stone, trying to find an entrance to her hellish prison.

With a joyous screech, she raced towards them. Darrow had just enough time to turn towards her before she plowed into him, wrapping her arms around his body as they fell to the ground. She buried her face into the warm red skin of his chest and cried, hauling in deep, strangled breaths as she tried in vain to contain her joy.

"Holy fuck! Claire!" Silthos wheeled around, a look of pure relief on his face.

Thaltos turned to face her as well, exhaling a heavy sigh.

She continued to cry into Darrow chest, relieved to have found her lovers. Elated to see her and with the breath knocked out of him, Darrow did his best to comfort her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him as she wept. His thin tail, an asset of his she'd nearly forgotten about, curled around her leg to lock her in place.

She remained in his arms for several minutes, relief washing over her in waves. The good news was that she made a new ally during her time with Tarrin. The better news was that since she was with Darrow and the others, Tarrin probably wouldn't come charging around looking for her. The best news was that she was reunited with her lovers after what felt like an hour of pure hell. Not too bad after the shit she'd been through.

Gently, Darrow pushed himself up and rested his back against a column, still holding her in his arms. She could hear his sighs of relief and she smiled through her tears. That single sound reminded her that, despite his angry and brutal demeanor, Darrow did care for her.

Claire, where were you?" Silthos knelt down next to them. "What the fuck happened."

Taking deep breaths, she calmed herself enough to pull away from Darrow's tight grasp. She maneuvered to sit in his lap, his arms still wrapped gently around her. Claire dropped her gaze, turning her head to look at Silthos. Thaltos had taken a seat beside him, both demons staring at her with wild eyes. She refused it make eye contact with Darrow; she couldn't find the courage to say she'd seen his backstabbing friend to his face.

She swallowed hard, choking back a fresh wave of tears. "Tarrin," she whispered.

Darrow's body went rigid, his arms tightening around her possessively. She looked up to see his ink-black eyes scanning the hall excitedly, seeking any trace of the creature that had turned on him so long ago.

Silthos sat back on the floor as Thaltos let out a long breath.

"Well, that certainly changes things." Thaltos rested his chin on his fist. "Now that he's back, there's sure to be a riot. The Council will shit themselves."

"You have to give him credit, though. The man's got cajones the size of Florida to come back here." Silthos spat, equally upset.

Darrow's claws raked against her skin, his deep growl rumbling in her ears. One of his hands released her, reaching up to cup her face. He turned her head so she could look at him. His mouth was turned down in a tight scowl, his eyes cold and unfeeling.

"Did he harm you?" His voice was low, angry...deadly.

She shook her head slightly. "He did try to eat me, though."

Darrow growled again, whipping his head to the side so he could glare out into the misty world of souls. His anger was palpable and terrifying, but she didn't dare ask to be released. If she pulled away, she risked him thinking she had turned on him as well. Besides, she felt safer here in his arms than anywhere else.

"Claire, how did you get out of there?" Silthos' voice caught her attention, and she turned to look at him. He stared at her in fascination, his twilight eyes fixed on hers. "I saw him pull you into the wall. How did you get away from him?"

She smiled lightly. "I shadow-walked back here."

His brows went up. "By yourself?"

Smiling wider, she nodded, pride now swelling in her heart.

Silthos let out a sharp laugh and smacked Thaltos on the arm. "And you were worried that she'd be scared! Ha!"

"I did have help," she started. "Kerion pulled me away from Tarrin and dragged me into his nest to hide."

Thaltos let out another long sigh, followed by a soft chuckle. "That damned spider. I knew he'd turn out alright."

"I met his children, too. They're actually pretty cute." She shrugged, smiling innocently.

"Good," Silthos jumped to his feet. "That means we have someone to count on if Tarrin decides to make another grab at you."

Thaltos nodded silently. Darrow continued to stare out into the mist.

Without warning, Darrow shot up and turned on his heels, still holding her in his arms. He maneuvered her so she way lying against his chest, her face pressed against his skin. Thaltos and Silthos stood up behind him, watching from a safe distance.

"Should we tell the Counsil about this?" Silthos asked.

"Later," Darrow snapped. "I want her in bed first. And cleaned. I won't be able to sleep tonight knowing she's covered in his spit."

Honestly, I don't think I'll sleep tonight.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking the comfort and safety of his touch.

He carried her down the hall, his footsteps echoing off the slick stone, Thaltos and Silthos followed close behind, though they gave their friend a wide berth out of respect and caution. She understood why: Tarrin was Darrow's past issue, not theirs. Out of all of them, he had the greatest right to be fuming. And with his old opponenet back, there was a risk of him lashing out at anyone.

Darrow turned suddenly, storming towards the shadows that rested on the wall. He carried her through the darkness, not giving the small threads of the shadows time to lead them in. They entered their room a heartbeat later, the flames still shining as brightly as before. The food on the table was still steaming and fresh, the smell making her stomach turn in hunger.

Instead of letting her eat, Darrow carried her to the row of beds and deposited her on the largest one. He turned sharply and walked toward the table, dragging a chair out and collapsing into it. He tossed his head back and closed his eyes, taking long, cleansing breaths to calm himself.

Seconds later, Thaltos and Silthos stepped into the room. Silthos walked towards Darrow, hoping to comfort his friend; Thaltos made his way to her, lifting her off the bed and to her feet. Silently, he undressed her, taking her clothing over to the racks and tossing them on the floor to be dealt with later. He returned to her side, beckoning her to sit as he knelt at the end of the bed, slipping his hands between her thighs. Thaltos parted them gently, spreading her legs so he could inspect her.

He looked over his shoulder at the others. "Darrow, maybe you should do this. It was you who Tarrin fucked over, not us."

Darrow shook his head, never opening his eyes. "No, you do it. I can't stand the scent of that creature, let alone the taste."

Thaltos nodded and refocused his gaze on her. His eyes flicked to her, the slate-grey color darker in the firelight. "This will only take a moment, Claire. We need to get his scent off you before someone mistakes you for being his."

She smiled at him and nodded, carefully leaning back so she could lie on the bed. The bush of his tongue came quickly -- slow, gentle strokes that cleansed her body and offered tiny traces of pleasure. His tongue dipped into her pussy, sweeping around inside to wipe away any trace of Tarrin's touch.

Claire closed her eyes and let her lover wash away any memories of her torment. Thaltos' tongue gently danced around her pussy, cleansing her of every molecule of her attacker's existence. She moaned quietly, twitching against his touch. His teasing wasn't enough to bring her to climax, but it was more than enough to kick start her fire.

He pulled away too soon, leaving her deprived of a much needed orgasm. She whimpered quietly, begging for any of them to finish what Thaltos had started. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching in anticipation for one of them to join her.  

The head demon walked over to the table, stopping just short of Darrow and Silthos. He reached out an arm, clasping his hand over Darrow's muscular shoulder.

"She's clean now. I got ever trace of the bastard out of her." His eyes flicked to her for an instant. "But I think she needs more than a bath, Darrow."

Darrow nodded silently, pushing himself out of his chair. He came towards her slowly, his eyes fixed on her own. His face was expressionless, no doubt trying his best to hide his anger from her. He sank to the floor in front of her, hands resting on her thighs and black eyes empty.

"Are you mad at me?" She whispered, bracing herself for any answer.

His head snapped up, his eyes suddenly alight with apology. "No, Claire. Not with you. Just with the fact that he took you from me."

She smiled, relieved not to be the focus of his anger. She reached out, cupping his cheek in her hand. "Will you sleep with me tonight? I'm not sure I feel safe dreaming by myself."

He offered her a warm smile. "Of course." He dipped his head, dragging his tongue along the seam of her pussy.

Claire tossed her head back, closing her eyes as pleasure washed over her. She settled back into the bed, hooking her legs over his shoulders to bring him closer. Darrow's tongue did wonders to her body and her soul. The sparks of fire racing up her spine brought her close and closer to climax; his very presence soothed her anxiety and made her feel safe. His teasing never ceased, the licks and gentle nips informing her that he was hell-bent on making her fears fade away.

She climaxed quietly, no screaming of names or breathless gasps for air. Instead, a subtle warmth spread for her belly to het her toes and fingers as her body exploded silently. The warmth melted her bones and filled her heart with adoration. All three men cared for her and loved her, she knew. And now, as she'd just found out, they we willing to fight for her.

Darrow stood, lowering her legs off his shoulders, he scooped her into his arms, flipping back the sheets of the middle bed and placing her into the soft mattress. He joined her, pressing his body close and wrapping his strong arms around her waist. She curled into him, letting the horrors of the day fade away as sleep crept into her mind.

Tarrin would be dealt with -- she hoped quickly and ruthlessly -- later. For now, rest and safety took precedence. She fell asleep in Darrow's arms, surrounded by two more strong demons who would also fight tooth and nail for her. Here, in this small room occupied by demons who owned her, was comfort, safety and love. A haven for her damaged soul, a place where she could always go to feel at home.

Because this was her home, now, and they were her family -- a family she'd kill to save and die to protect.

*

Yes, I know. There's very little sex in this chapter, but this part is important to the story. Don't worry, we'll get to the good parts, I promise. Have patience, my loves.

Irony alert: Despite the kindness Claire shows to Kerion and his family here, I'm terrified of spiders. I probably would have killed them.

Coming soon...Chapter 6 - Havencaller



Secretly in Public View



Chapter One

My girlfriend (Sara) and I had been dating for about three months. We became close very quickly. I’m not sure if she was seeing anyone else and never asked nor did she ask me. We made love the first date. It happened more because we were trying to keep a safe first date distance even though we were very attracted to each other. Well, what was suppose to be the good night kiss, ended with us in bed. In the morning, neither one of us sure if we had moved to fast, quickly set a date for the following week. It was the right move, and fortunately the sexual attraction was match by the joy of companionship.

Even though we only dated for three months, we decided to go away for a weekend. We went to an island getaway and soon found the place only had a few locals and some tourist. We made love upon arrival and went exploring. The second day we came upon a beach that was empty and protected in some areas by very large rocks. Suddenly and naked woman and man came running from behind the rocks and went into the water. We both nervously laughed. 

I’m not sure what combination of emotions went through us, but Sara pulled off her top and laid naked from the waist up on the blanket. I laid beside her, half full with surprise and half with excitement. Then two guys came walking down the beach. My first thought was to not tell Sara and watch the guys expression. But only together for three months I didn’t want to do the wrong thing. I told her of their approach and she covered up. I noticed I was aroused and felt somehow like an opportunity had been lost.

We married 10 months later. But I always had that day on the beach on my mind. For the next 15 years our sex life was very good, but I always wanted to repeat that day at the beach. So in very small ways I added some fantasy stories while we were making love. Sara seemed to enjoy then. I bought her a vibrator and found that she used it more and more as we made love and I told her fantasies. Off course it always included someone watching or see us or her have naked.

We were driving out of state and it was raining. I reached over and touched her breast. She said “Tom, stop there is traffic you know.” “Yes”, I said, “but it’s raining who can see.” With that I reached over and touched her breast again. I moved my hand under her blouse and rubbed her stomach moving slowing towards her breast. 

“Tom, this isn’t such a good idea”, but she didn’t stop me. I reached her breast and rubbed them as we passed several cars and trucks. She seem nervous so I stopped. That night at the motel we made great love. That day became part of our fantasy and on our next trip she let me lift her blouse above her breast. Her breast are perfect and exposed between the strap of the safety belt made me hotter then I’ve been in some time. We stopped late at a restaurant. During dinner I made gestures like I was lifting her blouse. We both seem excited. In the parking lot in the back seat of our car with people walking to their cars; we had sex. Not love, pure sex. Her top was up to her shoulders and her skirt was lifted to her waist. I had her laid on her back on the seat with one leg on the floor. I pulled my pants down to my knees and just pushed inside her. I felt my cock fill her and move just to the entrance of her opening and push all the way inside her. We fit perfect in size. I kept pumping her and she just moaned a wonderful lustful sound. When we finished, I raised to my knees and saw a couple staring from across the parking lot. Sara pulled her top down and we went home.

Funning as exciting as it was, Sara never spoke of it. I could tell by her passionate responses during sex that my fantasies were making her hot. Finally I took matters into my own hands. I bought her a bra that was half cup. It exposed her nipples and the top have of her breast. I also bought her an outfit with a blouse that looked harmless, but when she bent down I could see her breast and nipples when she wore the half bra. Sara knew this but only bent over for me.

We had to make a trip to see family. During the ride at night I got her to lift her blouse and leave her breast exposed for miles. We were both very hot. I thought that maybe Sara was starting to enjoy these fantasies as well. The next day we arrived at our hotel and rested. At five we decided to got to dinner. Sara wore the half bra and blouse I bought her. We got the buffet so I could what Sara bend over and show me her breast. There was a table with roast beef that you had to cut yourself. I stood there as Sara bent over to slowly cut the beef and expose her breast to me. One more piece please. As Sara bent over I stepped away and let the man behind move up. I watched as he stared at Sara’s breast. She was making the cutting motion so her breast moved and slowly swayed for side to side in her blouse. I had to sit down to cover my erection. Sara lifted the piece of meat to the extended plate, and raised her eyes to look at me. But instead saw this stranger looking at her. “Thank you, oh thank you” he said.

Sara returned to our table part embarrassed, part mad at me, and part turned on. I told her how hot I was watching that man look at her. I told her that my erection was so hard that it almost hurt. And I told her that when we got to the motel I would do anything sexually she wanted. We had reached a new place in our sex life, we had begun to share the same fantasy. Back at the room she asked me to sit on the bed. Then she bent over kissing me and showing me her breast. I reached my hand on her blouse and pulled if off her shoulders and placed my mouth on her nipple in one motion. I sucked her until I could feel her body respond. 

She lifted her dress and asked me to kneel in front of her. Slowly she open her Vagina and exposed her clit. I placed my mouth on it and slowly sucked. Placing my hands on her ass I pulled her closer and moved my tongue over her clit. I switch from sucking to licking and fucking her with my tongue. This was a raw sexual moment. I though her on the bed and put her legs above my shoulders as she said “ Fuck me tonight hard and long, fuck me”. I pulled her legs up tight against my body with my cock full within her and held her there as I told her about how the man looked as he saw her breast. How excited I was to watch that. Then I turned her on her stomach, placing two pillows under her and fucked her as hard and as wild as she wanted. I could feel my stomach hit her as I pushed all the way in her. She mouth words that could not escape her, moaning loudly finally saying stop .

She sat up and saw that I was still hard. She took me in her mouth and her lips pulled slowing along my cock. She took me as deeply in as she could and worked her way slowly back to the tip. I told her I was coming and she removed my cock and let my orgasm cover her breast. I told her I hoped she enjoyed the night. That ever since that day on the beach I had the fantasy of others seeing her. She told me that day on the beach she wanted to fuck me so badly. We both had the same desires and fears.

Sara looked at me and said well maybe then it wasn’t the right time to be so bold. But maybe now is our time. The time of the secret public view was to begin a new era in our life.



Secretos Cubanos



Today, at the height of Hurricane Season, which has been relatively calm so far, there was a storm that came close in the Gulf, just close enuf to give us that pre-storm moist warm air and passing bands of rain. Just enuf to bring back memories of Hurricane Georges in September 1998 a category one storm that I sat out in my apartment on Miami Beach – but with a most interesting guest. 

His name was Humberto and he was the maintenance man at our Miami Beach apartment building. He was in his late thirties, fairly well built with the typically handsome face of most of the Cuban men I've seen. I first met him when my wife and I were together and I noticed that when he would work in our apartment he seemed intrigued by my nude/erotic art and photography that was displayed on our walls. However, we rarely spoke at the time. 

Then I separated from my wife and found a smaller apartment, one of those one-room efficiencies that are so common here on the Beach in another building of the same owner. So, Humberto was still around. In fact he lived in an efficiency a few doors down the veranda but our involvement was no more than a nod and smile and a few pleasantries. He had a girlfriend or wife who lived with him and I often wondered just what Humberto thought of me and my openly erotic life, especially when he saw some young man leaving my apartment, often with a parting hug and kiss. 

Then Georges came. Not a terribly big storm, there were no mandatory evacuations so I elected to sit it out in my apartment a block away from the ocean. Humberto had been busy all day picking up loose items around the complex, and throwing pool chairs into the pool. Not much else to do except hope things don't leak too much with the sideways rain. 

That evening the lights went out and I got the kerosene lamp lit with a few strategically placed candles around the apartment. There came a knock on the door and when I opened it, there was Humberto, large flashlight in hand saying he would be around if I needed him for anything. The wind was getting to almost gale force by now, so I motioned that he could step inside the door.

Blame it on The Storm

For those who have not lived with hurricanes, you may not know of the camaraderie that often occurs during this force of nature. Hurricane parties are quite common because there is something about sitting out all this noise and power with other people. Or, another person, which is why I asked Humberto if he would care for a glass of wine. It wasn't like either of us had anything better to do at the moment than sit and idly talk over a drink so he gladly accepted my invitation. 

Actually, it was quite pleasant talking by lamp light while the wind gusts rattled the sliding glass doors to the balcony. Even with the wind blowing the air was warm from the tropics. I was already shirtless, wearing only cutoff shorts, my normal attire at home and Humberto soon removed his damp T-shirt as well.  

I had never seen him without a shirt and now in the dim light of the lamp I could see that his entire muscular back and chest were covered with tattoos. Not fine ink work but crudely drawn pictures and little verses written in Spanish – the kind of tats guys do in prison. In our talking he told me he had come here in 1980 from Mariel, Cuba and that he had been in prison in Havana – for killing a cop. But he said it was alright because the cop was shaking him down. OK! So, here I was sitting out the storm with a killer Marielito! 

I guess there was an element of risk with my guest, but somehow he seemed harmless enuf and it all seemed to fit with the howling wind and bursts of rain outside. We had some more wine and Humberto stretched out on my bed nearby. 

As we talked I could sense that Humberto was quite comfortable lying across another man's bed and I invited him to take off his shoes and stay a while. He happily obliged, telling me how he had really worked hard today getting ready for the storm and was a little achy from it. Of course I offered to massage his sore muscles and he said that would be great. 

I got the oil and warmed it in my hands spreading it over the black-ink tats on Humberto's white back. He had a workers tan on his neck and arms contrasting with the white skin under his T-shirts. I enjoyed the feel of another person gliding under my palms and with the subtle moans I could tell that Humberto enjoyed the touch even more. In fact, there was a certain shared intimacy that belied Humberto's usual macho posturing that I've seen him assume around other guys, his deriding other men by calling them maricon or by talking of his exploits with las putas. And yet, here he was moaning so softly under the gentle touch of my hands on his back. 

After kneading and rubbing the muscles in his back for quite a while, I quietly moved down on the bed and rubbed oil along his legs, sliding my hands under his loose shorts all the way up to the edge of his briefs. This too he seemed to really enjoy as I twisted and kneaded the tight muscles in his legs, enjoying the friction of his coarse hair under my palm. 

I told him it would be better without the shorts in the way and he quickly slipped them off revealing a very nice, round butt straining the fabric of his white briefs. As I sat with one foot resting on my shoulder, rubbing deep into his leg muscles, I was getting quite turned on by this macho maintenance man in his tighty-whities laying before me on my bed. After deep massage on his legs I started long effleurage strokes from his ankles all the way to the bottom of the briefs. I told him that this particular massage is intended to go all the way to the arms, but the briefs stopped the flow. Without a word he slipped the briefs off and now lay before me with his fine, round, white butt exciting me further. I did the long strokes along the sides of his legs and abdomen, but when sliding over that butt, I let my fingers dip into the crack. With each pass on both sides my fingers probed deeper into his butt crack to which he did not object, but lay quiet and relaxed before me. 

I asked if he would like me to do his front and he said yes as he rolled onto his back. Sitting at his head, I started massaging his pectorals and deltoids but my thoughts were on his thick, uncut cock that was slowly starting to rise. As I made long strokes across his pecs, feeling his stiff nipples on my palms sliding over them pushing down his abs, I could see the movement of that ever growing cock with each pass. My strokes were now very slow and light, one flowing move across his chest and down his abs to the pubic hair. It was obvious that he had a full hardon now and seemed unconcerned about it as my hands went even further and were now playing with his hair, almost touching the base of that engorged cock. 

It was time. It was obvious – he was turned on by a man's touch and would not object to my touching him more intimately. I slid my hand thru his hair and touched the base of that cock, gently wrapping my fingers around it. The glans was just pushing thru the skin, moist at the slit, a bead of pre-cum forming on the top. Humberto slid his hands up my arms, raised his head up and kissed me on my chest which was above him. I knew the game was up. 

I moved to his side, wrapped my fingers around his thick, stiff cock, my other hand played with his balls. I knew that many macho guys have no qualms about letting other guys suck them. I knew the latino tradition, that a guy could even butt fuck another guy without being seen as gay. I was about to enjoy that thick uncut cock in my mouth and slowly slid the skin off the head, rubbing my nostril on the freshly released cock scent before licking that slick, viscous fluid that covered the head. 

I knew I would have fun servicing this young man but what I didn't expect was when he pushed his hand up my shorts and put it on my own hard cock. He unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs and off. I was sticking straight out and Humberto swung around to take me in his mouth. This gave me a whole new image of the macho straight guy – He wasn't just passively going to get his nut off but wanted to feel a big cock in his own mouth. Who'da thot? 

I was really enjoying playing in his crotch, sucking his hairy balls into my mouth, then back to that cock, sliding deep into my throat. I wanted to get between his legs, to bury my face in his sweaty crotch, to smell his intimate scent, but he would not let my cock out of his mouth. He was as much into me as I was into him. 

"Espere te," I said as I slid between his legs pressing my nose between his balls and his leg, inhaling his sweat. I lifted his legs sucking his balls into my mouth before licking below them, enjoying the taste of his salt on my tongue. In the dim lamplight I could see his tight asshole as I pushed his legs back, could smell the pheromone sweat of his ani glands as I rubbed my nose in his butt crack, then impulsively ran my tongue across his ass. Humberto gave out a moan as I licked again, exploring the bumpy creases of his asshole, pushing the tip of my tongue into the center. He started writhing and got even more excited as he pulled his legs up to give me clear access to his ass. 

Was that a signal? Is he ready for this? I got up and grabbed some lube and a rubber from my dresser. Humberto watched me roll on the condon without a word of protest. I then squeezed some lube onto my finger and rubbed it on the outside of his asshole, making little circles before gently slipping inside. I pressed up, stroking across his prostate as he moaned with pleasure – the pre-cum dripping from his cock. Smearing more lube onto my cock, I pushed it to the center of his ass, which parted, accepting me as I pushed into him. He seemed very pleased to have me inside him. 

Humberto was really into getting fucked in the ass – it was like his natural state having a bugaron thrusting in and out as he wrapped his legs around me. We were humping and sweating in the warm moist air, the wind howling outside rattling the windows with pelting rain. There was literally excitement in the air as I came in his ass and he came on his abs and we both collapsed together wet, sweaty and panting. 

We laid there a long while in the lamplight exhausted, feeling the rivulets of sweat rolling off our bodies and listening to the storm outside. I was sliding my fingers on his belly, smearing the cum and sweat around while nuzzling my face in his moist, fragrant armpit. Humberto did not use deodorant so I could smell his intoxicating, natural fragrance and lick his pit, tasting his salt. 

Eventually it was not only the storm but his woman who was howling outside, looking for where he had gone. Humberto went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. When it was clear between storm bands he slipped out of my door and into the wind. 

The macho man returned to his woman.



Secrets



My benefactors had arranged for me to accept a job in a club exclusively for women. The woman who interviewed me said that it was my job to entertain the women customers so that they would buy drinks and stay as long as possible. Whatever money they might give me would be mine to keep and there would probably be quite a bit of it as long as I worked hard. She said that I would start out dancing in a costume she would provide and gradually I would tease the women by removing certain parts of the costume. Although it was not required, a lot of the dancers eventually stripped off all of their garments because the women customers wanted it. Sometimes the dancers then even had sex with some of the customers, again only because the women wanted it. Whatever, it was permitted but not required. However, she stressed, I was never under any circumstances to force myself on any woman, no matter what. If it was not clear that she wanted me to do whatever, then I was not ... repeat, not ... allowed to perform any sex act.

With that admonition, she requested that I show her my "package" ... in other words, get naked. I did and she seemed reasonably impressed by my flaccid cock, which hung down eight limp inches over my baseball-sized balls. She said that they were probably the biggest balls she had ever seen. She asked how big my cock was when it was hard and I said that it would be better for her to make it hard and see for herself than for me to try to describe it. She licked her lips and waved me over. When I stood beside her desk and she had turned to face me, she took my cock in both hands and began to stroke it. Immediately my member awoke and began to grow. As was my custom, I stopped it when it was a foot long and about the thickness of a hefty pickle. She whistled and I said that she might find some other features interesting. When she asked what, I stuck my tongue out. Turning to one ol had sufficiently deflated, I eased it out of her and watched as my cum seeped out of her pussy. I smiled at her lopsided grin.

I helped her up as she cupped her hand under her pussy, trying to keep my cum from drenching her legs. She said "My gosh, it feels like you put a gallon of that stuff in me." I didn't need to tell her that in reality it was more like a pint ... even if she heard that and came to understand it, it would blow her mind to know that I had shot out over 200 times the amount that most men generate. She pulled a towel from a desk drawer and put between her legs, letting the sticky white cum drip into it. She said "You'll do. You're hired."side so she could see its length, I curled its eight inches into a question mark resting against my forehead. She whistled and leaned back. I asked for permission to demonstrate its prowess. She nodded.

I knelt in front of her and eased her skirt up to her waist, easily lifting her so I could pull her panties down. I settled her on the front edge of her chair and began to eat her pussy. By the time I worked my tongue into her cunt hole, she was already squirming uncontrollably. I explored the depths of her pussy, as deep as most cocks, then curled it up to her inner pelvic region and found the washboard flesh of her g-spot. With two fingers pressing around her mound from the outside as my tongue rubbed the spot inside, she soon released a flood of cum juice as she had a rare orgasm.

I stood and gave her a few minutes to recover. She said "That's nice. What else you got?"

I picked her up and laid her across her desk, pulling her legs up to my shoulders. I swiped my dong up and down her wet slit, then pointed it to her vagina and eased forward. Her mouth formed a big circle and she whispered "Ooooohhhh!" as I sank my foot-long dog into her. When the root pressed against her cunny, I held her hips for several moments as more blood rushed into my erection. Her eyes began to grow bigger and bigger as she realized what was happening. "How do you do that?" she demanded. I just shrugged and smiled. When I felt her vaginal sphincter began to tighten I turned off the pump mentally. By then my schlong was about fourteen inches long and just under four inches in diameter. She nearly swooned when I flexed my log around her insides. "Ohmigawd!" she exclaimed. I started pumping slowly, letting her feast on the sensations of hosting the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her ... and they were many. She started cumming in less than four minutes and then just kept cumming seconds apart. For twenty-four minutes I plowed her pussy, the last few using a full twelve inches of shaft. I felt my big balls begin to contract and jammed my length into her, clamping onto her hips to hold us together tightly. The sperm exploded out of my pole like a rocket shot, fortunately for her hitting into the sac under her cervix ... I have had more than my share of partners accept the first shot directly through the gelatin-like membrane of her cervix and she would be pregnant within minutes if not on birth control pills. Her eyes again grew wide when my sperm just kept coming, filling her sac and beginning to overflow her vagina until it back-washed along my shaft and squeezed out of her cunt. Still I held us tightly together until I could start the pump and slowly return the blood into other parts of my body for storage. When my to

Sharon employed twelve dancers to entertain her customers and cover all shifts and all days. We were scheduled for different times so that there was always a fresh influx of meat available for the women to view and touch ... and fuck. Typically we would dance solo to three songs: during the first one, we would slowly strip out of our costume until we were down to a g-string; during the second, we danced only in the g-string and made our genitals move as much as possible within the g-string; in the third, we let the ladies fondle us, front and back, as they wished and if one really wanted it, we'd haul her ass onstage and dip our wick into her honey hive. Those sessions really brought the house down. Then while the other dancers were going through their routines, we would wander among the customers, sit and let them buy us drinks and let them fondle us if they wanted to and even fucked them sometimes. The customers gave us tips, based on whatever we did for them, stuffing the bills into the waistband of our g-strings or sometimes stuffing them into the g-string and getting an extra feel in the process.

Sharon scheduled all newcomers on the lunch shift, which drew fewer customers than the late afternoon and the night shifts. That gave them a chance to get used to the atmosphere and adjust to the clients before being thrown to the lions, which is what it felt like sometimes when the place was packed with several hundred yelling and grabbing females. Of course it also meant fewer and smaller tips but that was all right with me, at least for a while. I could turn it on and shut it off on demand so it didn't matter ... although I liked to turn over as much sperm as possible to keep the ol' juices flowing, so to speak.

Even with the early lunch crowd, I drew attention immediately, although any man would probably draw attention with those hungry housewives. Still it is somewhat gratifying to have fifty or so women mooning over you so I gave them a good show, especially when I got down to my g-string and started swinging my nuts and flaccid cock around and around. The women noticed in particular the size of my balls and they wanted to touch them to see if they were real or if I had somehow phonied up their looks. Throughout the dance, I stopped to momentarily squat at the stage's edge and let a few of them fondle my nuts and they all went away in wonder after confirming that those baseball-sized balls were real testicles. A few of them stroked my schlong and made lewd remarks about my package.

One woman, a middle-aged woman with a middle-aged spread but the coiffed hair style and manicure that said "money" kept saying "I want a piece of that, honey" so at the start of my third song, I beckoned her on-stage and she jumped up quickly. I laid her on her back not far from the edge, pulled up her skirt and made sure she was not wearing panties. Pulling my g-string aside, I quickly got a hard-on to the yells and whistles of spectators who had become interested and were gathering behind me. Squatting between the woman's legs with my own feet spread wide so the spectators could see everything, I slipped my cock into the woman's wet pussy. She was appreciative immediately of the length of my dong but when I hesitated while it pumped up to fill her opening, she talked a blue streak. I began to pump to the chant of the watchers, who could tell that my cock had grown in diameter since entering my hostess. Since time was of the essence, I didn't bother with a slow start but merely banged away at the woman, pounding her pussy unmercifully until she came with a scream that filled the club. When I pulled out of her, the ladies who were close grasped my cock and balls before I could turn around and I didn't bother to deflate it. Putting my hands on the floor, I did a little mid-air flip to turn my legs without dislodging their hands, turning to face the women who were exploring my tools. Most of them seemed to be in disbelief at the size of my things. While I watched their faces, my first lover had recovered, retrieved a roll of bills from her purse and stuck three hundred dollar bills in my waistband. I thanked her and she stumbled down the stairs.

Meanwhile a tall blonde woman in her mid-thirties had settled directly in front of me and wanted to know if she could ride. When I nodded, she bounded up the stairs as I lay back and let my cock stick straight up into the air. I'd pumped a little of the blood back so that it was not quite so large and to make it easier for her to encompass. She tore off her skirt and discarded it just before she straddled me and began to lower her ass. The head of my cock quivered in anticipation, almost as if it was searching for the source of the heat it felt approaching it. Then the head was surrounded by her meat and the clapping and cheering from the small crowd was thunderous. It was amazing how many females were blatantly voyeuristic!

She started rocking on my cock and the motion quickly became violent. She had a big pair of tits that threshed wildly even under her blouse and contained, barely, by the 'natural look' bra she wore. I grabbed a handful of each to keep from getting slapped around by the big jugs and I found her nipples. Pulling on them seemed to add to her pleasure so I squeezed hard and pulled harder. She was stretched out over me and had begun to pump along several inches of my shaft. It felt good and my balls began to contract. The women spectators saw the change in my balls and I heard shouts of "Pour it into her, babe!" and "Fill her up, sugar." I held off a few more seconds but then started to shoot my load into her. As always the force of the shot surprised the woman and she immediately began cumming as well. When my Cyclops had spit out its eighteenth and nineteenth shots and only then began to sputter, she looked at me in amazement and said "Damn, honey, those big balls aren't all show, are they?"

While she retrieved her purse, the women crowding between my legs used their fingers to scrape cum off my cock and savor it like a desert. I got up and squatted at the edge of the stage, my genitals hanging over the edge and two of them began to lick me clean. The woman came back with some money and stuffed it into my waistband and when the women let up, I went to collect my clothes and ducked into the dressing room to grab a drink and get dressed again while another dancer worked the stage.

While the other guys were taking their turns, I went out onto the floor and walked among the tables, patting an ass here, squeezing a tit there, planting kisses on whatever body or facial parts I could reach. Hands constantly felt for my balls until finally a woman said she wanted a lap dance. I sat down beside her to wait for the next song to begin.

After the current song ended and a new one began, I stood and moved the table a little. Then I danced suggestively in front of the woman, a late forties brunette with lots of curves to her figure. As I slowly worked out of my clothes down to my g-string, I made sure to rub parts of my body against her frequently and she approved. When I straddled her legs and began to rub my crotch against her abdomen, she cupped her hands under my balls and nearly swooned. I leaned over and kissed her ... and stuck my tongue down her throat. She tried to gag but I wouldn't let her until she relaxed and my tongue filled her mouth and about three inches of her esophogus. Suddenly her fingers began wildly massaging my balls and then she stiffened and climaxed. When I kissed her and got up, she stuffed bills into my waistband and said "Thanks, stud."

I moved on, talking with the customers at each table, asking if they wanted a lap dance. At the third table, one of the four women asked to see my tongue. I stuck it out and curled it up into my trademark question mark and the ladies squealed. The one who asked now wanted to know if I ate pussy and when I said yes, she asked me to eat her. We cleared the glasses off the table and I laid her on it, then pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. I made a quick swipe of my tongue along her inner thigh and settled into her steamy gash, soon piercing her cunt with my long tongue. She moaned and tugged on my ears as my long tongue wandered around inside her. By the time I pushed my tongue against her g-spot and pressed back with my fingers, she was hot to trot and climaxed just before the song ended. Each of the women at the table wanted the same thing so one by one I gave them the old tongue-fuck. Each of them responded with an orgasm and then stuffed bills into my waistband. I didn't bother to count them.

A couple of tables later a very tall, very heavy woman asked if I thought I could reach uncharted territory inside her. I said that I would bet that I could so her two companions cleared the table and I helped her up. She probably weighed 280 pounds but she had to be at least four inches taller than six feet so it was distributed over a lot of territory. I was betting that 25 pounds of it were located in her huge tits. I lifted her legs so they could rest on my chest and then worked my dong inside her hot love box. When I hesitated while the pump filled my cock, she was amazed. By the time I turned it off, I had almost exhausted my blood reservoir. My cock was a hair over five inches in diameter and nearly fifteen inches long. She whispered "I don't believe it. You gotta see this. Show it to them, sugar." I eased it out ... and out and out. The women oohed and aahed over the size of my tool and the fact that their friend could take it. I unbuttoned the woman's blouse and pushed her bra up until her huge hooters were exposed and when I started to fuck her cunt, I also made love to those big globes. She hadn't cum by the end of the song so I kept screwing her, slowly getting harder and faster until she exploded near the end of the second song. Then with a few swift strokes, my balls blasted their treasure into her cunny, filling it to overflowing as she squealed in delight. When I deflated my implement and backed away, she counted out ten hundred dollar bills and tucked them into my string.

The other two women both wanted to be fucked but both were adamant that they couldn't handle such a monster dick as their friend had just hosted. I showed them how thick it was deflated and assured them that it would not be too much for them to handle, if they wanted to do it. The first one to decide was a petite blonde who was afraid but didn't want to pass up a chance at getting fucked by the biggest dong she'd ever seen. She took her place on the vacant table top and pulled her legs up until her knees were beside her shoulders so she could watch the action. I pointed my rod at her action arena and slowly pushed eleven inches of hard meat into her. I paused and pumped up until her vaginal sphincter began to tighten and stopped with a circumference of about 5 ½ inches and a length of thirteen. I held her ankles so she could concentrate on the sight of eleven inches of thick cock plowing her nether regions, leaving me only a couple of inches to work outside of her sweet hole. She got so excited that she exploded in orgasm before the song was half-finished. I kept stroking her pussy and she exploded a second time just after the song ended. My first partner was kneading my nuts as they shot another pint of cum into the blonde's reproductive system.

The third woman, twenty years younger than the other two, was a less weighty version of the first woman, and turned out to be her daughter. She said she had never had sex with a man with more than eight inches and that had filled her up completely. She didn't think she could take my cock, even in its deflated state. I bet her that she not only could take it as is but she would like it better if it were even bigger and longer. With her build, I knew she could take several inches behind her cervix with no problems and, while she might not be able to take it as thick as her mother, her pussy wouldn't be 'filled' until it was probably four inches thick. She decided to trust me but made me promise to be gentle. I was too but she was shocked at how much cock she was able to handle. She was even more shocked that she loved it as I rocked her to her core twice and then when my balls blasted a hot load of cum into her cunt, she came a third time within eight minutes.

When I finished and she stuffed money in my g-string, it was time to get ready for my next stage run so I gathered my things and headed for the dressing room. First thing I did was to pour the powdered contents of a small plastic pouch into a pitcher of water, stirred it and quickly swallowed it down. The ladies out front would never know how easy it was for my body to make sperm! Ten minutes later I was on stage for my second of six performances that evening, every one followed by a tour of the shop and servicing some of the female customers. 

One of them called me a fucking machine. I didn't tell her how close she was. I was the latest version of NASA's Love Machine series, Love Machine VII. Although I could be programmed to perform thousands of tasks, I had been built primarily to satisfy women. I had an extra long tongue, only for the pleasure of females. I had the ability to control the size of my cock, able to expand it from its flaccid state to a maximum of seven inches in diameter, which I had never yet found a use for but still retained the ability, to a maximum of seventeen inches in length, although I would have to sacrifice some thickness for length or vice-versa. 

I had the ability to generate a pint of sperm every three minutes up to 142 loads before replenishing the ingredients and, yes, they were live sperm capable of fertilizing a female's egg. I could neither catch nor transmit STDs, including AIDS. I had been programmed to feel emotions and sensations, just as humans did, so that I experienced the intense pleasure at the moment of orgasm as human males did.

I was one of just 16 prototypes in this series that had been build so far. I didn't know how all of them were deployed, although I knew that one was still in Houston servicing my creators, one was in Washington fulfilling the needs of the female members of congress (in hopes of continued favors directed at NASA) and the others were spread around the country.

However I figured it would not improve my partners' experience to know that they had just been fucked by a robot so I kept that information to myself and let them enjoy the experience. No one ever complained ... ever. I received hundreds and thousands of marriage proposals over the ensuing years. Even after Sharon sold me the club and I both owned and performed in it, the women flocked in to beg me to fuck them. During an average night, I fucked an average of eight an hour from opening at ten in the morning to closing at two the following morning, in addition to tongue-fucking another forty or so.




Secrets



Twice over the years I was hassled by the police who wanted to shut down my club but even without much effort on my part the case was dismissed. After all the state's lieutenant governor, the governor's wife, the mayor, the police commissioner's mistress, the district attorney, and countless other elected officials were frequent visitors to the club and often partook of the activities of the club so they had zero interest in having the club prosecuted, much less having it closed.

Financially I did very well. I kept twenty percent of my income and gave the rest to my benefactors, a team of seven female scientists who had created me and were reaping the rewards, both financial and frequent physical service. Even so, I had amassed a fortune well into the eight digits by the time I was twelve years old ... by the way, I still appeared outwardly to be the same twenty-five year old man as when I was first "born." And none of the other functions have diminished yet either ... my benefactors have discussed turning down the amount of each of my sperm loads to something more "normal" but they all profess to love the overload I deliver. Still one day they could cut it down to a half-pint, still more than a normal human male, and increase the number of fucks I could perform to 284, which would mean one every five minutes over a 24 hours period. I wonder if I could keep my artificial sanity after a few days of that pace ...?!? Who knows. Maybe one day they'll let me try it.



Secrets



Day 1 

"You're getting up late." I hear Matthew's voice behind me.

Shit, usually you don't get up until eight on a snow day, now what do I do? Look at me, I'm standing in front of you and I'm almost naked, my sexy little top and skirt certainly wasn't what you expected, was it Matthew? This outfit makes me feel so sexy, I bet a lot of guys wished every girl wore pajamas like these, sister or no sister.

Stop lying Janey, you know exactly what you're doing, you just haven't had the nerve to do it yet, that's all. Be honest, this is exactly what you've wanted to do for years now, take a deep breath and relax, just let the throbbing between your legs remind you just how excited you really are right now.

He's eighteen now, they both are finally, and this is what you've been planning for so long, can't get cold feet now. All the teasing and games had to lead some where, your pussy knows it's time, just accept it and see what happens. Just picture it in your head, both of them shooting cum all over you, that's what you really want, isn't it you little whore. The fact they are your brothers only makes it even more exciting, God I'm so hot right now. 

I've gone without sex for six months just so I wouldn't get cold feet. All my friends are home for winter break enjoying their families, guess my way of enjoying them is just a little different. That's it pussy, keep me excited, don't let me chicken out now. I promise you'll be stretched wide open soon. 

That's it Matthew, I can feel your eyes going up and down my body, you like my long thin legs, don't you? How about my little skirt, I bet you're wondering if I'm wearing panties, guess what, I'm not. All I'd have to do is just bend over just a little and you'd see that pussy that you've been trying so hard for all these years. Do you know how wet I am right now?

All those years you and Mark tried to catch me coming out of the shower naked, was it worth the wait? Didn't the two of you ever wonder why I always seemed to wear a towel that barely covered me? You knew, you just hoped that one day instead of teasing you guys, I might actually drop the towel. I wanted too, believe me but we were all still too young and it was just too big a line to cross back then.

That's it pussy, tell me it's OK to tease my brother, my whole body is trembling as you decide what to do next. You're in control of me now, totally in charge, I can feel you're cream dripping down my thighs. What do I do next pussy? Tell me it's alright to tease him mercilessly, you know you want that cock pumping you, admit it. 

This is so surreal, it's like I'm hovering watching myself as my fantasy comes true. Look how sexy I look, my skirt is just so short and that tight little ass just begging to be exposed. Wait till I turn around Matthew, my little boobs with their rock hard nipples sticking out are begging for your mouth to suck them.

That's it, I'll just open my legs a little and tease him even more, I bet his dick is begging him to jerk off. God, I love this feeling, it may be wrong but I don't think I've ever been turned on so much in my life. Please pussy, keep me like this all the time and I promise you I'll satisfy you're needs forever.

I used to feel guilty about teasing them, more guilty after I'd make myself cum thinking of them jerking off just on the other-side of the wall. It always came down to what it would actually look like when they shot cum out of they're dicks. I can't explain why but I love watching guys cum, better yet, I want to feel it for myself rather than watching girls in porno's being soaked with that thick white cream. It's time, God is it time, don't worry pussy, the wait is almost over. You'll be stretched wide open again and again, I bet they can cum at least three or four times, and all that cream will shoot on me.

Mom's the one who told me she walked in on them jerking off, both lying next to each other as cum shot all over they're chests. I always wanted to ask her how long she stood and watched before they came. I think we're all a little kinky as a family, Mom included. I'll explain more later, then it will be clear why we're all so obsessed with each other.

"Day dreaming?" I hear the voice wake me from my trance.

How long was I out? Just seconds, I think, that's it pussy, keep me going crazy. You know what you want, just be patient, let's have fun before you get stretched wide open. I know it's going to happen, I think I always knew it would one day. 

"Whoa!" I hear Mark's voice behind me.

Now, they're both behind me and I bet they're dicks are rock hard already, I can't wait to jerk them off and finally taste their cream. I'm not a little whore but I'm just too horny to stop myself now, soon pussy you'll be moaning for more. Sloppy seconds might be replaced by sloppy thirds and fourths, I can't believe how hot I am right now. 

Guilt and excitement all wrapped up tightly in a neat little package, I don't care anymore about right or wrong. I'm too turned on right now to care about anything, I better be careful or I'll suck both their dick's right here in the kitchen.

"Jan, reach over and grab the sugar." I hear Mark say, his voice seems like he's so far away, I can't believe how excited I am..

He's the bolder of the two, he's already figured out what's going on, good-now I'm not alone in what's going to happen. That's it pussy, Mark will be the first to stretch you wide open and Matthew will keep pumping you as soon as Mark is finished. Can this really be happening to me? 

Maybe it's time I explain how we got like this, let's face it, most families aren't like this or are they? I'm the oldest at twenty-one and Mark and Matthew just turned eighteen last week, to say we are close obviously is an under statement.

I'm a tomboy, baseball, basketball and even touch football were what I liked to do best growing up, guess I grew up more like a guy than the typical girls in the neighborhood. The twins just followed me where ever I went, they treated me like their best friend instead of their older sister. I adored them too, which helps explain why I'm standing in the kitchen almost naked in front of them right now.

As close as we were, it wasn't until the day I hit a home run off Tommy Morris that we truly bonded as a trio. While I made my victory lap around the bases, I smiled at Tommy, the truth is I had a crush on him. Instead of seeing it for what it was, he thought I was putting him down, which totally floored me in his reaction to my smiling at him.

Screaming at me that the only reason I could even hit was because I had no tits. I was so humiliated as he and others started taunting me with their screams. The feelings of embarrassment and shame just overwhelmed me as I stood on home plate while being verbally assaulted by them.

With tears rolling down my cheeks, my heart raced as I watched my two little tigers come sprinting in from the outfield. It didn't matter that they were on Tommy's team, Matthew and Mark weren't going to let me be humiliated while they were around. I can still see the look of disbelief on Tommy's face as they charged him.

Needless to say, Tommy was almost twice there size and he mauled them both pretty good, but the fact they wouldn't stop fighting until others had to pull them apart, showed me how much they cared for me. No one ever said anything again to me after that day about having small tits, God, I hate that word even today.

The three of us bonded that day, closer than brother and sister, the feelings just grew more intense after that day. I became much more aware of my own sexuality too, I might be a tomboy but I'm still a girl. Guys start jerking off just as a matter of naturally being aware of how good it feels when they cum. Maybe, I'm different from most girls in this regard but I like to get off too. Is that so wrong?

Guys like to look at porn, so as a girl I'm not supposed? Where do you think I got this fixation about watching cum squirt out of a guy's dick from? I think the thing that really gets me the excited the most is when a girl is fucked by two guys, all that cum spraying all over them gave me some of my best orgasms at night alone with my finger. 

The thought of Matthew and Mark fucking me like the girls in the porn videos just made me insatiable. A tomboy in heat, that's exactly what I was and that's when I decided to make my plan of seducing them. Is that so wrong? 

I loved teasing them and being horny can make you do things you normally wouldn't have the courage to do otherwise. For me, that's when I started wearing my nightshirt as short as possible without giving them a beaver shot. They'd see my pussy one day, I knew but teasing them gave all of us so much excitement. The other thing about it was it was their reward for saving my honor.

God how I played with them, the funny thing is that Mom knew what I was doing and acted like she didn't notice anything. That excited me too, how far could I go in pushing her, the thought of walking in the family room and spreading myself wide open for the three of them kept going through my head for years. As much as my pussy begged me, I couldn't do it.

That's all changed now though, they're both eighteen, barely legal but adults finally. Which brings me back to wear I am now, I'm so wet and I can actually feel my fluids coating my thighs. Can I actually get so excited that I'll be dry when they start fucking me? Is that possible? I hope not or I'll have to use my KY to stay lubed.  

Tomboy or slut, which one am I now? Both, that's the answer, at 5'7 and 118 pounds I'm the perfect athlete and fuck machine all rolled into one neat little bundle. My long legs and tight little butt are driving them crazy right now, I'm sure. Add my perky little boobs with long nipples and you have a picture of what I look like, plus let's not forget my long brown hair.

"What do you really want?" I ask Mark, knowing full well that his dick must be driving him crazy.

I love this feeling right now more than anything I think I've ever experienced, how can any one deny the power that sex has in our lives. My pussy is just purring knowing exactly what I'm doing for her, patience kitty, we'll just tease a little more before they ravage you. 

Spreading my legs just a little while arching my back, slowly I lean forward knowing my skirt is lifting higher. Fuck it, why wait anymore, they've wanted to see my pussy for years and now it's time to show them. Anyway, in five minutes they'll probably be fucking me, show it to them Janey, you know you want too, you have too. 

"Is this what the two of you want?" I ask as my skirt lifts past my ass.

Spreading my legs, my tight little ass hole and soaking pussy are finally revealed to them. Was it worth the wait boys? The two of you must be heaven as I taunt you with my bald slit, are you going to fuck me now? Fuck me hard and make me scream for more, shoot it in my mouth and ass, I don't care as long as you fuck me.

Turning around slowly, all my eyes can focus on is two gorgeous dicks sticking straight out at me, taunting me with their long thick shafts, begging me to stroke them. I always guessed they had big dicks, all the times they'd walk around the house with that bulge in there gym shorts drove me crazy thinking of what is about to happen.

"You're driving me crazy." Mark moans as his hand starts to stroke up and down his cock. Matthew's hand starts to stroke his as well. 

"I want you to shoot it in my mouth." Is all I can manage to say.

They both have to be six or seven inches long, don't worry pussy, I haven't forgotten you, look at what's going to make you gape wide open. Guess what, there's another one just like this one that's going to fuck you too. Can I actually fuck both of them at the same time? Too much to think about, just concentrate on the two beautiful cocks in front of you.

They both remind me of a young Val Kilmer's, I think every time I saw one of his movies I always creamed in my panties. Now, I have two standing right in front of me with long stiff dicks begging to fuck me. They won't have to beg for long.

OH My God, look at me, I have cum in my hair and all over my face, my little boobs splattered with cum too. The image in the mirror only keeps egging me on, like the energizer bunny, my pussy is insatiable. How many times have they cum? I've lost track, looking at the clock, my mind tries to adjust to the fact that we've been fucking for over two hours.

I couldn't believe Matthew actually started sucking my pussy as soon as Mark shot inside me. Do guys do that? Between watching him lap Mark's cum and sucking my clit, I had the very best orgasm I've ever had and we're not done yet either.

"You want to fuck me in the ass don't you? Just like all the girls in the videos you jerk off too, you want to slide that big cock up my ass and shoot deep inside me, don't you." I say taunting both of them.

"We both want to fuck you at the same time, can that tight little ass and pussy handle both of us?" Mark asks me. 

This is exactly like watching one of the porn videos, except the girl in the mirror is me. I always wondered how they felt spreading their legs wide open knowing so many guys would be jerking off looking at them. Now, I have that power too, Matthew and Mark are both in awe of how I look naked. The fact I've jerked them off and sucked they're cocks for almost two hours only adds to my power over them. 

Motioning to Matthew to lay on the bed, the thoughts of how long I've waited for this moment race through my head. Am I dreaming? Wrapping my fingers around his dick reassures me that I'm living my fantasy...finally.

I better lube him good, his dick is bigger than my little vibrator that I've been practicing with the last few years. Do all those girls in the videos really like getting fucked in the ass? All of a sudden I'm getting afraid, suppose it hurts, God, what about hemorrhoids.

That's it pussy, tell me it's all right, tell me how good it's going to feel when that hot gush of cum shoots in my ass. Too late to stop now anyway, I do like the vibrator in me so I'll probably love his cock too. Talk to me pussy, keep me excited.

I want to watch, I want to see it slowly disappear in me, just like in the videos. I'll face the mirror and just ease myself down slowly, that's the best way to do it. I have to see my ass swallow his cock and then watch the cum drip out of me after he shoots inside me. 

"I want it this way so I can watch." I tell them as I ready myself for that hungry dick staring at me.

Look at me, I look just like the a porn star, my pussy and asshole are wide open, the look on Mark's face tells me how excited he is as Matthew's dick just kisses the lips of my ass. I'm one of those girls now that men all over the world jerk off too, the thought of so many eyes watching me sends a rush through my whole body.

The feeling of his head just easing into me sends shivers down my spine, go slow Janey, don't rush it, we have plenty of time. Is that really me in the mirror? Is that really my ass slowly being filled? Halfway down and it doesn't hurt, hurrah hurrah hurrah, it doesn't hurt, it actually feels good, I think seeing it just makes me more excited.

I'm down to his balls, his whole cock is buried in me now, how long I've dreamed of this happening and now its right in front of me. The sight of Mark standing right next to me with his dick begging for a piece of me is driving me crazy.

That's it Matthew, pump me slowly, let my asshole gobble every inch with each stroke of that beautiful dick of your's. I like this feeling, I can really get used to getting fucked in the ass if it's going to be like this every time.

"Fuck my ass, stretch me wide open with that big dick." I moan.

Is that my ass being pumped? I would have done this years ago if I knew it was going to feel like this, if every girl could feel what I am right now, they'd never be the same. Ass and pussy, which would be the favorite? Sorry pussy but ass wins right now.

"Make her gape." Marks says as I feel Matthew's dick slide out of me.

OH God, my tiny little ass hole is stretched wide open, this isn't a video, that's my ass stretched wide open. I'm so excited, beyond excited, is that possible? That's it, slide that big dick back inside me and start pumping me, pump me until you cum. I want to feel that hot shot of cum fill me, is it really that hot when it shoots in you're ass? I think I'll find out soon.

"I want that cum inside me, fuck my ass baby and let me see it ooze out of me." I moan half out of control.

"I'm cumming." Matthew moans as he fucks me furiously.

It is true, the hot spray shooting in my ass feels almost like I'm in a hypnotic trance, closing my eyes and feeling each spasm of the dick buried deep inside me as it spits the last of it's cream . I want to see it ooze out of me, that's part of the excitement too, a big part at that.

"Look at it Mark, did you ever think you'd see me with cum oozing out of my ass?" I tease him.

It is amazing though, this is really happening, it's not a dream or a video. It's me and my brothers, don't worry boys, there's plenty of pussy and ass in your future. Did I forget you pussy? Don't be upset, I have a surprise for you, it's about seven inches long and it's waiting to fuck you. 

"C'mon Mark, fill my pussy, now it's your turn." I taunt him.

Lifting off Matthew, I put a pillow under my ass as Mark climbs on top of me. His cock stares at me defiantly, it knows where it wants to go, somewhere wet and tight and I know where that is. Pussy, are you awake? Look who's coming to see you, it's your turn to be stretched now.

"Fuck me hard." I moan as I feel his cock starting it's rhythm of pumping me.

The feeling of my pussy being stretched wide open with every stroke, makes my ass hole quiver as it feels another dick pumping me furiously. I love this, God I do, I could fuck them both all day, I know I could. They still have another shot left, I think.

"Can you see your cum oozing out my ass?" I ask Matthew.

"You're unbelievable, your ass is wide open, she's gaping." Matthew says. 

That's it baby, keep fucking me, fuck my pussy and fill me up with cum. Cum, Cum,

Cum, that's all I want. Doesn't every girl want to be fucked like this?

"How about if we let Mom catch us, let's face it, she's just as much a part of this as we are." Mark whispers in my ear.

He's right of course, I think the three of us have all known that she's actually enabled this whole thing, we just never said it out loud before. She's only forty-one and for some strange reason, she's never dated since Daddy died eight years ago. She and I are going to have to talk about a lot of issues soon. But not now, all I want is to feel is my pussy filled with cum.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Mark moans.

"Shit, the garage door is opening, Mom's home." Matthew says with panic in his voice.

"I don't care if she catch's us, finish me." I moan.

I don't either, she's seen me in my tiny T-shirts, I bet she even gets off thinking about what's going on. She's not blind, how many times has she seen both Matthew and Mark with their dicks hard? Plenty, that's how many, I want that cum and don't care if she walks in on us. 

"I don't care if she catch's us, she's just as horny as we are." Mark moans as he starts to cum. Pulling out of me, he jerks himself off all over my stomach as I watch breathlessly, I just love seeing it shoot out of his dick, it's incredible.

The three of us look at each other, and then like three naked mice, we scamper out of her room in fear of being caught doing something we're not supposed to be doing. Isn't it ironic, we chose her room because of all the mirrors, and now we're on the verge of getting caught almost like the fear is the wish. We were brave when we were out of control but then reality hit us, she maybe as horny as we are but now is not the time too find out.




Secrets



"Look at me, I have to take a shower fast, you two have to clean up her room before she comes in." I tell both of them.

My heart is beating a thousand beats a minute, can anything be so exciting as what just happened? Maybe sky diving, maybe sky diving while fucking, I wonder if that was ever done. Slowly, I can feel myself relaxing, they had enough time to clean up and I can always say we were wresting if I have too. Will she believe it, I doubt it but we're OK.

Isn't it amazing how a hot shower can be so soothing, I can feel my whole body unwind as the hot water bathes me. Did I just have the ultimate fantasy or did it rally truly happen? The ache between my legs brings me back to reality, I'm still horny, it's unbelievable but I am.

"You're home early." I say as I walk into the kitchen.

Calm down, take a deep breath and just act natural, she doesn't know what went on in her room, or does she. I'm still so horny, is that possible after being fucked all morning? Well, I am and it's so exciting thinking she might have known what happened today. 

Where are they? I hope they cleaned her room, if they didn't, so what, she's the one who orchestrated this whole thing anyway. She knows what she's done, she led the three of us right to her bed and wanted us to fuck like rabbits. She had to know we all would end up screwing, she had too.

Calm down pussy, you're going to get me in trouble, you're going to get all of us in trouble. Just relax and let's see what happens, we have plenty of time for fun. Maybe tonight, you can get stretched again if you behave yourself.

"The city decided to let us out early, it's supposed to snow until Sunday, one storm after another is what they're predicting.We're all home bound for the next three or four days." She says.

Homebound, no way I can go four days without sex, not after what happened this morning. I'll be going wild after two let alone four, we'll have to figure something out so she won't catch us. But she knows already, she has too, isn't the fear of getting caught what really drives the excitement to another level? I can just imagine her walking in with them fucking me, God, I'm getting hot again.

What about her? She has to be just as excited as I am, she has to be. The next few days I think are going to be very interesting, for all of us. She knows, I can tell by the way she's smiling, she just has that look when she's caught us doing something, and she hasn't said a word. No anger or anything, she knows, and she's getting off on it as much as I am.

I can hear the shovels scraping the driveway, guess I know where the boys are, I hope they straightened up her room. Weasels, they couldn't get out of the house fast enough, too late now. Wrestling, that's what I'll tell her if she asks, she knows we were fucking but the charade has to go forward. I can feel my heart racing just thinking about the next few days.

I can see it in her eyes, there's more coming, I know that look. A lecture or something is about to come out of her lips. But...she's not mad, I can see it's not there on her face. Something different this time, a look I've never seen before.

"This is a cute outfit, I've never seen you wear it before. OH, I didn't realize this was a skirt, it's so short." She says holding it up with a mischievous look in her eye. 

She's playing with me, and she's enjoying it too. I can feel the throbbing between my legs starting already, maybe I'm just insatiable when it comes to sex. I wonder if all tomboys have this characteristic? Don't know and don't care, all I do know is I'm enjoying this side of her.

Instantly, I recognize how stained the blouse is, what can you expect when there are two guys jerking off on you. No, make that me jerking them off on me, that's actually what happened. I had too, the first is always the fastest and they both popped in just a few strokes, I do admit I'm pretty good at jerking guys off though, college has it's perks.

"I got tired of the nightshirt." Is all I can manage to come up with.

She knows, I know she knows and yet we're she's toying with me. Why, that's the question, as bold as I was when Mark was fucking me about her catching us, now I'm apprehensive. Scared and excited combined is such a turn on, talk to me pussy, is she playing with me? 

"I didn't find any panties." She asks with that strange look in her eyes.

You know why you skinny slut, that's it, cross your legs and show me that you're as hot as I am right now. I bet you're soaking too, aren't you? If anyone would have told me I'd be this turned on talking to my mother, I'd say they were crazy.

I can feel the fluids running down my thighs all ready, and I know my nipples are sticking straight out of my T-shirt. That's right whore, play with me, I know you're as wet as I am right now. The pounding of my heart just re-enforces how excited I feel right now, the truth is...I like it, I like it a lot.

"Looks like vanilla ice cream." She says pushing me even further as she picks up the blouse. 

Why am I worried? She's the one who's toying with me, if she was going to rant and rave about them fucking me, it would have happened by now. Calm down Janey, look at what she's doing, she's getting off on this just as much as you are. Yet, I still have that little fear inside of me, am I crossing the line too much.

I'm so hot right now, I'd fuck now if I could, she'd probably get off just watching me getting stretched. How far can I go with her? Is this just a playful moment for her or is it more? How do I know where the boundaries are? Are there boundaries? 

Saved by the bell Katie, as the boys walk in from shoveling the driveway. Her whole demeanor is foreign to me, I thought I knew her so well too. Who is this woman who is sitting here toying with me? She has total control over me, and yet I feel helpless and in control at the same time. I know that doesn't make sense, it's just that I feel myself getting stronger as far as how she and I are interacting.

"How do you like your sisters new pajama's?" She asks them, not even letting them take their gloves off before she confronts them too. 

Poor Matthew, your face is bright red as you look at the evidence of what your dick did to my blouse. Don't you realize she's toying with you? She's playing with all three of us, why...I haven't figured that out yet but I will.

"They're OK." Mark replies.

Met your match whore, haven't you, he doesn't know what's going on but he's like me...horny. We'll gang up on her, then let's see how she likes it. Matthew just needs a little time to think and he'll figure it out too.

"So, what are we going to do about supper?" She says totally changing the subject.

As she walks across the kitchen, she glances back at me and smiles at me, it's just the look in her eyes that's so different from any I've ever seen before. Somehow, something has changed between us, I don't think it's a bad thing but just don't know what it is yet either.

I used to get like this in college sometimes, I'd be so horny that it would actually hurt. Thank God for some of the party's we had on the weekends, Billy and Bobby would take turns fucking me and Wendy, my room mate, for hours sometimes. Wendy would say she had enough and I just instinctively stopped too, I didn't want to be singled out as the girl who could fuck non-stop. 

"So what's going on with Mom?" Marks asks me.

The three of us just look at each other almost reassuring one another that something is happening to her. I'm glad they noticed it too, I was starting to think I was the only one who noticed. I think she's as horny as I am, which doesn't surprise me, since she hasn't been with anyone for almost eight years now. Do I tell them what I think it is?

She's such a contradiction, the outside world see's this mousey shy librarian, who hides herself so well. The long skirts and dull drab sweaters make her almost invisible, it's like she's hiding herself away from the glances that she really craves. I think deep down, she's burning with all the pent up passions that she's tried to lock away since Daddy died. 

Of course, there is the other side that we only see, the tight jeans and sexy little outfit she wears when she's exercising are so opposite of how she portrays herself to everyone else. Add the fact that she's actually been the one who has enabled this whole situation with me walking around the house teasing both Mark and Matthew, I think Katie the mouse really wants to be Katie the slut. For now, she's just getting off watching us, I wonder if that is all she really wants or is she really deep down wanting to join us. 

"Her eyes are almost glazed over and did you see her...sticking out of her sweater?" Matthew asks us.

Matthew is so cute, he can fuck me in the ass but is shy when it comes to mentioning the word nipples. He is the one I like to tease the most, even jerking him off, he acts in such a shy manner. He's almost embarrassed when he cums, a trait that I just love. 

"Nipples." I finish his sentence.

"I think she's in heat, ever since last week when we turned eighteen, she's gotten more and more aggressive. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but I swear I could feel her eyes going up and down my body when ever I came up from working out. Those small gym shorts seem to set her off." Marks tells us.

Set her off or get her off, it's funny how she's pushing me towards getting fucked by both of them. Almost taunting me to do it, it's like she wants to live it through me...for now anyway. Is that what this is all about, she's horny.

"Do you think she really just wants us to do her?" Matthew asks.

"Let's face it, you two have been wanting to fuck us for years now. You know I'm right too." I tell them.

It's true too, I learned that in school, son's fantasize being with they're mother's and daughters with their father's. It's just natural behavior to look at them that way, we're different because we're playing by a different set of rules. The throbbing between my legs tells me that I'm right, we're not fantasizing, we're living it. Maybe, she just needs to be pushed to cross over to us.

"The two of you are so hot, you've teased us for so long and she's allowed it all to happen too. Walking in the living room with my dick bulging in my shorts after you did you're nightly teasing in that short shirt, and she acts as though nothing is going on. Except crossing those long legs of hers because she's so horny. Yea, I'd fuck her in a heartbeat and so would all my friends, you should hear them." Marks says. 

"What about that outfit she wears for the treadmill? C'mon now, wearing those thigh high leggings with that short white T-shirt in front of us. It's not as short as your's but she's teased us almost as much as you have." Matthew adds.

So; you like girls in leggings? You know the slit is there but just out of reach, very erotic little brother. I'll pose for you with leggings on, I'll even let you squirt all over me, thick globs of sticky cum all over one of those stocking you jerk off too every night. Christ, I'm getting myself worked up just thinking about it, I thought girls were the one's with the lower sex drive. Not me I guess, nor do I want my to silence my kitty. Talk to me baby, what do you want? I'll fuck them later tonight and you can feed as much as you want.

"I'll see if she'll let me borrow a pair and if you're a good boy, I'll let you jerk off on them." I say as rub myself and purr in front of him.

He's right though, she has teased them almost as much as I have, I just never put it all together before about just how much. Why would I notice how short her T-shirt was, it just never clicked. I bet the slut doesn't wear panties either. She must get so hot knowing that they're watching her every move, sounds like something I've done.

"I know what's going on, she's living through us, it's like she watching a play and she's in the audience. We're the actors and she's the audience, that's why she's pushed us all to this point, she wants us to screw you, and maybe her too." Matthew says as he looks at me.

God, I love him, insightful, shy and also having a big dick, every girls dream. He's right though, guess hearing him say it out loud only validates what I've thought too. She's been celibate so long that she's arranged to have this little drama play out just for her, she might get more than she bargained for though, we all might.

"Be honest now, just the chance to actually have her watching you when you're fucking me, doesn't that get you excited." I ask both of them. 

"I'm all ready hard just thinking about her in those leggings." Matthew replies.

"Me too." Mark adds.

"Then we'll give her what she wants and if she joins us, that's good too." I tell them both.

Where are you Katie? Don't you know we've been talking about you, we know the game you're playing, and guess what, we'll do it for you. But; can you stop yourself from joining us? That's the question that we're all going to find out.

There you are, folding the laundry, and in Matthew's favorite outfit too. I never thought about it before but now I'm wondering, are they panties under that T-shirt? You could play our game so easily if you just took that T-shirt off. You will though, you'll have too, you're just too horny, aren't you.

"I washed your new pajamas for you." She says to me as I walk in the laundry room.

Why am I not surprised, of course you washed them, you want to see what happens tonight, don't you slut. I can all ready feel the fluid dripping down my thighs, pussy please keep me hot all night. I promise I'll get you stretched wide open, maybe she'll watch you being pumped. 

"Good, I'll need them, I've been elected to be the model for tonight." I tell her.

"OH." Is all she says.

Watching her hands tremble in front of me, I realize just how frustrated she must be, eight years without sex must be agonizing. Look at me, I was just fucked a few hours ago and all ready I'm thinking about getting more tonight. There's no need to tease her, she's doing it to herself more than I can add to it.

"I need to borrow a pair of your leggings, it seems Matthew has a fetish for girls who wear them and I thought I might have some fun with them." I say as my eyes continue focusing on her trembling hands. 

"More vanilla ice cream?" She asks as our eyes meet.

I don't know why but I'm still a little afraid, I'd love to tell her how they shot cum all over me and then took turns fucking me. But I can't, not yet anyway, maybe when I feel more confident. It will come in time, I know it will, for now I just have to be content the way it is.

As she hands me my skirt, she says, "I'd like to see how my leggings look on you before you do you're modeling."

Now, my hands are trembling, and she notices it too. Can I get any more excited than I am right now? How can talking to my own mother bring on such a sensation between my legs? I feel like I'm about to cum, that's how excited I am right now. What is it that's exciting me? The fact she knows I'm screwing Mark and Matthew is exciting enough, what is it then that's getting me so excited. I'll have to figure it out later.

As I walk out of the room, I turn and say, "I'll be back later."

The image in the mirror has me trapped, it's like I'm in a trance. I'm looking through their eyes now, what is it that will excite them the most. My long legs and gray thigh highs make me look just like the girls in the videos. All those girls are young and thin like me, a fact that both Matthew and Mark always remind me.

That's it Janey, imagine what they are going to see, look at you, long legs and a perfectly flat stomach. Those tiny boobs with they're rock hard nipples sticking straight out, I do look just like a little porn princess. That's it, bend over and let the mirror see that tight little ass of your's, you know they want to see you spread that little pussy wide open.

OH my God, I'm dripping on the floor I'm so wet, can all this really be happening? I feel like light headed too, is it possible to be so excited that you can faint? Look at yourself Janey, you are so hot, they're going to beg for you to make them cum. Shit, I hope I didn't wear them out this morning, they must have at least one shot left each, make it count pussy or you'll be angry tonight.

Between the thigh highs and my short skirt, I probably could be one of those girls in the videos. The ponytail is a nice affect too, Matthew likes the innocent looking girls the most,

making myself the girl next door while spreading my ass wide open at the same time, he'll love this look.

This blouse just doesn't work for what I want though, I want something hot and yet innocent looking too. That sounds like a contradiction but I want the perky look. Something that will show off my tight abs and go with my little boobs. But what, a tank top or a T-shirt isn't what I want either. I have that small top that only goes past my boobs, maybe that will work.

It's not the look I want either, the skirt and stockings are perfect but what do I do for a top. Think Janey, what do guys like the most? Bikinis is what they all druel over, I may have small boobs but the rest of me usually makes them stare with lust. My string bikini top will work, I know it will.

Matthew will absolutely cream in his pants when he see's this outfit, I'm so innocent looking too, well, not really but I do like the image in the mirror staring back at me. I'll tease both of then mercilessly, then they'll take turns fucking me or should I say I'll take turns fucking them. 

Mark will like this too, he prefers sluts though, fucking and sucking, no stopping until it's time to cum. He'll get me naked as soon as it's his turn to play with me. I know his secret though, he really likes the older women the most, Mom's age is perfect for him. I have a feeling that he jerks off at night thinking about fucking her more than girls my age.

"So; what do you think?" I ask her as I walk in her room.

I have to admit that between thinking of how Matthew and Mark are going fuck me, and now standing in front of my mother, dressed like a little slut, I'm on the verge of having an orgasm. I do look hot though, the leggings and skirt matched with the bikini top look just like something out of those porn sites on the computer.

"OH baby, you really do look like a model." She says as she slowly walks around me.

Just feeling her eyes going up and down my body, is causing emotions that I've never felt before. Doing something this naughty, and getting her approval at the same time is driving me wild. I can see a little spot on the floor where I've dripped all ready, God, I'm leaving a trail behind me where my pussy just can't control herself anymore.

I'm helpless as I watch her slowly lift my skirt, should I have worn panties? That fear is still there as she exposes my shaved slit, she can't get upset with me, she's the one who's pushed me to where I am right now. Yet, that little bit of doubt lingers as she stares at my bald vagina. I can feel my heart pounding inside my chest as her gaze just stays fixed on my soaking lips.

"You really could model, you know." She says as her hand releases it's hold on my skirt.

Somehow, as excited as I was before, I'm even more excited standing in front of her as she takes in every detail of how I look. Why am I so excited? What is it that's driving me wild in knowing she's aware about the fact that Matthew and Mark are going to fuck my brains out tonight. Is it just her approval that's driving me to the point that I'm on the verge of cumming right now. All I'd have to do is rub myself for a few seconds and I's cum, I know I would.

                *

I can hear her moans getting louder, Janey is being fucked and I'm getting off listening to it. No, I'm getting off listening to my son's fucking their sister, that's exactly what's going on. The fact I'm into it as much as they are only tells me how close I am to giving in, admit Katie, you want to be down there getting fucked too.




Secrets



That's it baby, let me hear you squeal as they pump in and out of you, are you doing one or are you fucking both of them? Picture it Kate, that little ass of hers being stretched wide open by their big dicks, I know I shouldn't have noticed but I wanted to know if they were well endowed, is that so wrong? I guess most mothers cast a blind eye in that regard though, or do they?

No shame now honey, let me hear you scream, let me know that you're being stretched open. I've seen the videos on you're computer you little slut, always the same, a skinny girl who looks just like you getting double teamed by two big dicks. Most girls don't get off on porn, but you aren't like most girls, are you my skinny slut daughter?

I wonder if you have the guts to do it Janey? Can that tight little ass handle being fucked while you're pussy is being stretched too. Picture it Kate, imagine what you would see if you walked down there right now, both boys pumping her as she moans with each thrust. Then, the cum draining out of her after they shot it all inside her, just like in the videos. 

Admit it, you always wanted to get fucked in the ass, the thought of feeling all that hot cum shooting inside you has always been your fantasy. What would it really feel like? And having two dicks pumping you at the same time and them loading you full of cum, c'mon Kate, picture it in your head. Just like in the videos, picture it slowly oozing out of your ass as both Matthew and Mark watch your ass and pussy gaping wide open in front of them. 

Just the thought of watching it drip out of my ass and pussy is making me shake all over. The feeling of my clit being gently massaged shocks me from my sex induced stupor, somehow my fingers knew I couldn't take anymore teasing from those three whore down stairs, I need to cum too.

The moans and squeals from down stairs make it that much easier for my finger to get me closer to heaven. That's it pussy, keep me excited, keep me on the verge of going down stairs and fucking them too. I'm so close now, just a little more and I'll be floating in an orgasmic dream of my own making.

The sounds of foot steps coming up the stairs only heightens my climax as I feel the waves over power me, rub faster Kate or they'll catch you fingering yourself. Two more seconds and I'll be there, rub fingers and I promise you that you'll be rewarded too. I'll let you wrap around two big dicks and stroke all that sweet cum out of them, just don't let me down now.

The door knob is turning, sit up Kate or they'll catch you sitting in the kitchen with your legs spread fingering yourself. Or; do you want them to catch you? That's it legs, close tight as though nothing was going on.

"OH, you're still up." Matthew says as he walks through the door first.

They're dicks are still bulging in their gym shorts, fucking your sister wasn't enough for you, are you still hungry my two whore monger son's? I think the two of you have pretty much exhausted yourselves for today though, tomorrow is my turn and I think you know it too.

A much as I can feel your eyes on my body, you can feel my eyes staring at those gorgeous dicks that are now fully erect. That's it boys, let me see what you have for me, tease me with your dicks sticking straight out at me. Too bad there's no more cum left in your balls or I'd suck it right of you now.

That's it legs, spread yourself just a little to let them know you're interested too. Instantly, I see they're eyes focus on my legs opening for them, not too wide though, keep them curious as to what is between those long legs of your's Kate. This is so exciting, just like all the Gothic novels I read, if this is so wrong, then why am I so excited.

"Where's your sister?" I ask softly.

"Recovering." Mark answers with the confidence of someone much older than his years.

I can just imagine from what, the two hard cocks staring at me tell me all I need to know. Keep in control Kate, tomorrow will be your turn to be fucked, these two male sluts won't settle for just a little tease of opening your legs, they'll want to stretch you wide open. I wonder if they'll be ready though, that little whore might have worn them out for a few days.

"I better check on her." Is all I can think to say as I get up and head toward the door.

Hesitating for a second before opening the door, I turn and take one more look at the two male models standing in my kitchen. The short gym shorts accented with the enormous bulge in each one, nearly brings me to my knees as I feel my legs begin to buckle. Am I dreaming? Is this really happening to me?

Is he really doing this in front of me, all I can do is watch as Mark slowly slides his shorts down his legs, his dick springs free of it's captor and my eyes feast on every inch of his naked body. The gorgeous organ sticking straight out at me takes my breath away as I try to compose myself. Just the thought of it sliding in and out of me is making me wet again.

Matthew follow his brothers lead and now both of them are standing naked in front of me. I don't care what society thinks, if you ask any woman if she would trade places with me right now, they'd be liars if they said they wouldn't. Incest is only wrong if it's forced, God knows that's not the case here, isn't it better than going out and getting a disease?

That's it boys, slide your hands up and down your dicks, make believe you're pumping me and not your hand. Can they cum again? I know they're like rabbits at this age but there has to be a limit, right? Watching them stroking themselves in front of me is so wrong and yet I can't move, they could take me right now if they wanted too.

"Save it for tomorrow." I say as I start walking downstairs. 

It's all I can do not to collapse as I hold onto the railing, my legs are like jelly as I walk into the family room. The light from the gas fireplace makes for a surreal atmosphere, the sound of the wind and howling makes my Gothic imagination all the more intense. To think that an orgy of wild sex just happened a few minutes ago, keeps my head spinning all the more.

"I knew you would come down." I hear her voice say.

Focusing my eyes, I see her silhouetted on the futon across the room, her outline clearly tells me she's naked. No more pretending now, the four of us are now clearly going down a road most people would never dream of, I wonder though, how many think about it as a fantasy as they get themselves off at night. Fathers dreaming about their teenage daughter's while their wives are dreaming about their son's. Is it that far fetched, am I wrong or maybe we're not so different after all.

"I'm still shaking, have you ever has an orgasm that just kept going? Between both of them inside me at the same time, and rubbing myself, I just kept cumming. It was incredible what they did to me, I don't think I could ever settle for being with one guy again.You have to try it, you'll never be the same after they get done fucking you." She says to me.

Sitting down, I reach over and turn the lamp on low, no sense blinding us, the truth is I want to see her naked body. Will she be covered in cum or did they shoot it all inside her? Just the thought of what I'm going to see is driving me wild again.

"OH baby." Is all I can say as my eyes feast on her body.

She knows what I'm going through too, she spreads her legs and lifts up showing me her still swollen asshole. No inhibitions either as she shows me what Mark and Matthew did to her. Her vagina still oozing thick white globs of cum from her brothers, how many mother's could sit here like I'm doing and not get excited. They'd probably go upstairs and rape their husbands, that would be poetic justice for a change, wouldn't it. 

"You have to let them do you too." She moans as she fingers the last of the white cream out of her lips.

It takes all my will power not to bend my head and feast on her cum filled slit, I don't know why but the urge to taste her is driving me wild with desire. The ultimate menu, cum and pussy juice combined in one tight little box, my daughter's box at that. 

             Day 2  

W‏as I dreaming last night? Did it all really happen or was it just a wishful dream on my part, desperately trying to ease my frustrations. Now; I'm wondering myself if it all really happened. It had too, life can't be so mean as to tease me this cruelly, it just had to happen as I remember it. Please God, don't let me suffer like this anymore, please let it be real.

My nightshirt lying on the floor tells me it wasn't a dream, I remember taking it off and walking through the house naked. Daring anyone to catch me, feeling so totally free for the first time that I can remember, no pent up fears or phobias to hold me back. The shy little librarian finally free to express her passions.

The throbbing between my legs, tells me just how a live I really am right now. I can't wait to see what today brings, let alone tonight. Somehow, I think the best sex is at night, just enough light to put mystery into the act and yet enough to watch it all unfold.

That's right mirror, show me what they'll see when they're fucking me, tall and thin like Janey. Not bad Katie, forty-one and still hot, the funny thing is how I can let myself free with my own children and not with anyone else. I've yearned for a lover so long now, and yet here I am standing in front of the mirror ready to take my own son's as my lover or should I say lover's.

Picture it Katie, both of them shooting all over you, just like in the videos. All that thick white cream pumping out of those two rock hard cocks, pumping in you or on you, that's going to be the hardest decision to do first. Don't worry pussy, you'll have your share too, I promise you.

I always knew this day would come, deep down inside I just knew it. Letting Janey tease them and watching for their shorts to bulge was way of keeping my sanity. I just knew that once they started taking her, they'd wouldn't settle for just one, they'd want both of us. Am I perverted by by my desires? Doesn't all that I learned from the Ancient Greek philosophers and their coded references to the virtues of mother's taking their son's as lovers, justify my logic.

What woman could resist the sight of Mark and Matthew standing in front of her with their male organs fully erect? Am I to be denied what every other woman would surely not be able to resist. It's been too long for me not to open my legs and receive each thrust of those two gorgeous cocks as they explode inside me. Bathing my inside with their sticky cream, I can see myself moaning as they fuck me over and over again.

That's it pussy, don't let me change my mind, keep me so excited that I'll be in agony until they finally start fucking you. No more dildo's to stretch you wide open, and no more staring at the clock wondering if they're jerking off tonight. It's your turn Kate, time to be freed from prison. I don't care if I am their mother, my lust is driving me way beyond what any moral qualms might arise later, it has to be this way for me to survive.

It's been too long without sex since Jack died, he was the only one I really trusted. He said how he knew I had a furnace burning deep inside me just waiting for the right guy too come along. Lucky for him, he found a virgin who had desires that would make most married women blush, all my reading merely primed me for all the sex that I craved secretly. 

With Jack, I didn't have to keep it a secret anymore, he couldn't believe how such a shy mousey girl could have such a erotic side to her. I wanted to try everything, nothing was taboo, he was the one who resisted sometimes when I couldn't control my urges anymore. Blowjobs and anal sex along with role play were the subsistence for my desires, being able to shed my outer self when the bedroom door closed was freedom for me.

Erotic or dark side, I'm not sure but what I do know is that I've been without it for too long. The pain between my legs is becoming intolerable, my fingers and didlos aren't satisfying it's relentless hunger for more, it wants what every man has...thick white globs of cum shot deep inside of me. That's what I really crave right now, thicks globs of cum shooting into my mouth, that taste has been too long absent from my diet. 

Matthew and Mark can take me as many times as they desire, I'll become the slut that they watch in the videos. They have no idea what waits for them, every teenage boy's dream realized, a pussy and ass that is insatiable. The thought of two dicks pumping in and out of me has always been my most deepest desire, I tried so many times to talk Jack into doing a threesome with his brother, it turns out that he was the shy one when it came to sex. I was the whore who just couldn't get enough, that's all going to change now, and with my son's too, the ultimate taboo.

OH My, I've forgotten about Janey, without her none of this would be possible. It's like I've all ready assumed the role I've so desperately been seeking for so long. She is the other actress in our little play, just think of the possibilities with two ravenous sluts released at the same time. The thought of watching her split wide open with two big dicks is making my head spin, calm down Kate, one thing at a time.

Admit it , last night when she spread herself wide open, and you watched all that cum dripping out of her, you really wanted to put your lips on her and suck it all out of her. Admit it, you know it's true, what else would you do? Sucking another woman's pussy is what you want too, an orgy that never ends, that's always been you're fantasy. Well; now you have it, and it's in your own house, safely hidden away from prying eyes and those who would judge you.

Look at the image in the mirror, is that the body of a forty-one year old? Without my long skirt and bland sweater, I really do have the body of a whore. If only all those men that look right past me could see me now. I'm sure they're dicks would be begging to be sucked by this mousey librarian.

The long legs and perky little tits make you look more like Janey's sister than her mother.

Wouldn't that be a family to want to meet one day. It must happen, it just can't be me that's fallen into this trap of sensual lust. Other families, I'm sure practice their own version family fun without anyone ever realizing what is really happening behind those neatly trimmed suburban homes. God, I'm getting myself worked up, I know I won't stop until they fuck me into a blind orgasmic stupor.

"Mom." I hear Janey say as she softly knocks on the door.

What do I do, put on my robe or do I dare...let her see me naked. I saw her last night, and with cum draining out of her too. God, I'm so excited right now, I can feel myself on the verge of an orgasm without even touching myself. Do it Katie, do it, let her see you naked, the little slut thinks she's the only pussy in this house, show her who you really are right now.

"Come in baby." I say just loud enough for her to hear me.

That's it Janey, stare at your competition, know that little pussy of your's isn't the only one that needs attention. I maybe twice your age but I think I'm in pretty good shape too, at least the mirror tells me. Not bad Kate, I hear my pussy tell me as I feel myself being examined by my own daughter.

Feeling her eyes going up and down my body, just makes me tremble with uncontrollable desire. Just knowing that I'll be fucked over and over again has me in a state of near panic, I don't care anymore if they are my son's either. All I know is that I'm too horny to stop, even if I wanted too, I can't.

"You're gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous." She says as her head looks up and down my body.

I can feel the fluids running down my thighs as I stand there paralyzed with lust and fear. Can she tell how turned on I am? I wonder, does she know how much I wanted to suck all that cum out of her last night. Would she do it to me? I hope so, I really do.

"Look at us." She says as she pulls her shirt off and we both stand naked in front of each other.

How can I compete with what's in front of me? Will the boys be turned off after fucking her and then looking at me? All my fears are coming back as I tremble in front of my own daughter. Can I go through with this now?

"We look like sisters, fitting isn't it, two sisters fucking they're brothers. Well, since you gave Mark a blowjob last week, I had to up the ante, now it's your turn to fuck them." She says.

I forgot about the blowjob last week, I haven't been able to think of anything else since finding out that they are all fucking. As soon as they come in, it's my turn to get filled with cum. 

                 *

"I'm not sure I can do it." Matt says to me.

"Do what?" I ask as I shovel another mound of snow forward.

"You know... with Mom." He replies.

My dick is all ready getting hard just thinking about her, just the thought of having her pussy slide down my dick is driving me crazy. How can I ever look at her the same after what she did the other night? She sucked my dick so hard, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Not many guys can say they watched their mother give them a blowjob, if only they knew what they were missing, I bet incest wouldn't be such a big deal anymore.

Do I tell him what happened Thursday night? We're all ready fucking Janey, how many more taboo's can we break anyway? Christ, I feel like my dick is going to explode just thinking of what's in the house waiting for us.

"I didn't tell you before but I might as well tell you now." I say.

"Tell me what?" He asks me excitedly.

"Last Thursday night, I was working out and she came downstairs in a skin tight T shirt that barely covered her ass. It was so tight, her nipples were sticking straight out, my dick got so hard I thought I was going to pop right there in front of her." I tell him.

Might as well tell him everything now, what's the point of holding back now. I can see in his eyes that he knows that there is more to come to my story. I'm getting so hot just thinking about it again.

"And." He says softly.

"I couldn't believe it when she started walking the room, taunting with those long legs in those grey stockings. The look on her face was just like yesterday when she was teasing us with Janey's blouse, her eyes were glazed over the same way.. It was like she was in a trance or something, except she did everything to make sure I kept my eyes glued to her." I say.

Just thinking about it again has my dick rock hard, I can tell Matt is wound up too. After I finish telling him what happened, he won't have any seconds thoughts about fucking her now. Both sluts are going to get screwed as soon as we go in, I can feel myself on the verge of cumming right now.

"Keep going." Matt implores me.

"She just kept teasing me, bending over just enough so it would drive me wild. Those long legs and that tight little ass just kept torturing me as I couldn't take my eyes off of them." I say reliving it all over again.

What I'm going to do is walk in that house and fuck that skinny slut as soon as I see her. She asked for this, and now she's goanna get it. The throbbing that my dick is feeling is killing me, both whores are going to pay for making me so horny.

"I couldn't take it anymore, she knew what she was doing and was enjoying every minute of it. Finally, I just slid my shorts down and let her have a good look at what she did to me. My dick was begging me to jerk off, and I was just goanna do it too, when..." Now it's my turn to tease him a little as I pause and wait him to beg me to finish.

"When what, finish it, please." He begs me.

"She walked over to me and got down on her knees, she wrapped her lips around my dick and started sucking me so hard, I thought I was goanna pass out. Between playing with my balls and rubbing my thighs, she had me shooting in only a minute or two. The best part though was watching her open her mouth and show me all the cum I shot into her. She's incredible, she knew exactly how make me cum in just a minute or two, Janey is good but Mom knows how to really give a blowjob. She's unbelievable, I don't know about you but I'm going in and I'm going to fuck her right now, you can watch or fuck Janey again." I say finishing my story.




Secrets



"All we were doing is talking! It's not like that time when you...." Dana caught the look on Dan's face and stopped.

Nearly four years of marriage meant that Dan and Dana knew each other fairly well, or at least he thought so.

He and Dana were at a small party, he lost track of her and found her outside on the porch talking to Doug, the one guy he disliked more than anyone on earth.

Dan thought he saw the signals, her hand absent minded brushing back her hair, the overly animated way she moved her hands as they talked.

Dana was often moving her hands when she spoke to someone, the momentary unnecessary touch to her hair was another habit.

Dan knew that, but to him, at that moment, she looked like she was showing interest in the man.

It was already irritating enough that Doug had that way with the ladies, far more than anyone Dan knew anyway. But he just carried himself in a manner that gave off the impression he thought he was better than anyone else.

In High School, it was Doug that carried in the winning 2 point conversion that gave their team the season championship, so he was the hero. Dan himself had scored two touchdowns and stopped a turnover cold that would have been a score when an opposing player picked off a badly thrown pass.

Which was thrown by Doug. Hell, his pass was 20 feet too long and well off line, Dan saw the runner break to the right, then he broke past the other line backer and was clear. Dan ran him down from behind and took him down. 

Damn near ended things, it was on the three yard line.

The very next play Dan picked the ball off of the other player's fingertips in the end zone.

Yet Doug was still the hero because of those two points.

And of course it was Doug that sank the three pointer at the buzzer to put the basketball game into overtime. Because of a perfectly timed pass from Dan who was covered by two opposing players at the time.

Nobody mentioned that part.

Dan ran in track also, he was a pretty fair half miler. That was where he could shine, no way in hell could Doug keep up with him when he broke into the gut portion of the race at the last turn.

The school record of 1:58.9 had Dan's name on it.

The mile didn't, Doug of course.

Yes, it was also Doug that stood up at graduation and gave a speech as Valedictorian. Dan's own straight "B" average was not even close.

He felt like the guy always treated him like he was nothing, that bugged Dan. Well, not really, he was always pleasant but it sure felt that way. 

But he also bit his tongue, keeping the peace. Since Doug was always smiling and happy, there never was an opening to just smack the guy one.

OK. Probably there was some of the green eyed monster involved, Dan just could not help that.

He did not like Doug.

The fact that Doug had dated Dana all through their junior year did not set well at all, either. He also dated many of the other girls, so Dan made his attempts.

He had tried and tried with her with little success. Dana just seemed smitten with Doug's good looks. He was tall and lanky, blond hair, blue eyes, that damned shit eating grin that always made him look like he was up to something.

Dan's slightly shorter frame was also stockier, his dark hair and eyes with heavier than normal eyebrows gave him a more rugged look.

There were really no problems at all with dating girls, it was just that the one he really wanted to date was untouchable.

+++

It wasn't until late in their Senior year that Dan and Dana hooked up. That was almost an accident, it was a warm Fall evening and he was riding his bike when Dana rolled up beside him.

They rode together for awhile, then stopped at a cafe for some sodas.

Dana actually showed interest, so he asked her out and she accepted.

He always wanted to know what she and Doug had done on their dates, but he could never bring himself to ask without thinking he would appear stupid. Had they kissed? Probably. Petted? Probably. How far had Dana let Doug go?

That was there, in the background, like a damn tiny little stone inside of a shoe.

So that evening at the party when Dan told Dana for what was probably at least the 20th time that he didn't like her being near that guy, she blew up at him.

"Doug is just a nice guy, all we were doing was talking!" And of course she brought up Sherry again.

+++

Ever since they got married, any kind of disagreement seemed to without fail bring up that one incident at a much earlier party when Dan had lost control under a bit too much to drink.

The truth there is that it was far more than a "bit too much".

That party over four years earlier had been about like all the rest, everyone was young and full of it. College kids normally are. 

Dan and Dana had been dating for many months and had finally developed into one of those "just the two of them" type of relationships which did not fit all that well with everything that was going on.

Most of their friends were seriously getting it on pretty regularly, but all Dan and Dana had done up to this point was make out a lot. She would let his fingers investigate inside her bra, and even rub her through her panties.

But she balked at anything more, finally when their sessions in the car progressed to that point she would undo his pants and take the edge off of things for him. 

Dana actually appeared to really like doing that, her breathing would change into short rasping gasps, and as he ejaculated she would moan softly.

Dan did ask her if she had ever done that with any other guys but she denied it, telling him all she ever did was kiss a little bit.

Dan sort of believed her, so he let that slide. His own experiences were somewhat limited so he assumed hers were also.

After all, she was his now and that was that.

That is what he told himself, even while he wanted to know about how it had been with Doug.

The truth at that point was that Dana was the only female he had ever gone even that far with, although once in a hay barn a local girl named Paula had shown him her breasts to tease him and then ran.

Oddly that incident was what popped right into his head when Dana took care of him, without fail.

He saw no point at all in mentioning that. It was just something that had happened early on, exciting but best kept a secret.

He knew he loved Dana, she told him she loved him, too. They were even talking about how it might be after college.

So things were just fine until that damned party.

+++

One girl there was named Sherry, she was one of those gals that can best be described as stacked.

Barely five feet tall, she was blessed with a pair of boobs that were not possible to ignore, and Sherry was well aware of her affect on males.

Without fail the tops she wore showed a large expanse of cleavage, and her blue jeans appeared to be painted onto her rather round bottom.

There had been a few stories about Sherry, but Dan wrote that off to just bragging. The guys did quite a bit of that when they were somewhere with none of the women around.

Most of the time Sherry was now somewhere close to Doug. 

Doug's family owned a chain of auto parts stores so he always drove the latest and fanciest sports cars.

Another irritation, Dan's old Ford was clean and shiny but it was still an old Ford.

Doug played guitar in a local band which also helped make him a chick magnet. He delighted in making the amplifier squeal from feedback to the beat of some heavy drums like that was a big deal.

Dan had tried that at home himself, it was easy and just noise. He much preferred country songs, and he loved watching the audience begin to tap their feet when he played and even sang some.

Of course at the parties the instruments would come out, Dan played fairly well himself and somehow ended up taking the place of Doug's regular guitar player that night.

"Try to keep up." Doug told Dan with a sidelong glance as he picked up his own guitar and joined in. Most of Doug's music was rock, lots of Creedence, good old Led Zep, Stones and stuff like that. 

Dan had no trouble doing that of course. A half dozen couples were there, and things were getting to the point where the louder the music got the better it was. Beer was flowing, someone had brought a huge jug of Vodka and Dan had been sipping that. Doug of course in short order had his guitar shoved up against the amplifier creating feedback, that was just racket to Dan.

Then Doug took a break, the kid on drums was sitting there idly tapping out some different moves as everyone was drinking and talking.

Dan slipped into a simple country song and stepped up to the microphone, by the second bar everyone was quiet and listening. Dan's voice was made for country type music and he knew that, in short order he had everyone either dancing or tapping their feet.

He did notice Sherry staring at him and then she moved up closer to the corner they were playing from. It was hard to not look at her, the thin and very tight top she had on outlined her breasts clearly, her nipples making obvious lumps.

Then she began to bounce up and down on tiptoe, that made it even worse.

After a few tunes, he saw Doug coming, the guy picked up his instrument and gave Dan a scornful look.

"Let's play some real music, I can't take any more of that crap!" He said with a tone mostly a sneer, but even at that he had that lopsided grin on his face.

Dan shrugged and set down his guitar, letting Doug do his thing.

Somewhere in there he lost track of Dana, at one point he was sitting on a couch with two other guys that were smoking some weed, but Dan never touched the stuff. The clouds of smoke got him anyway, then Sherry came over and wiggled her way onto the couch next to him.

That was the last thing he really remembered.

+++

Morning was painful, Dan opened his eyes with no clue where he was. He instantly shut them as the light sent fire into his brain.  Finally he opened them again, realizing he desperately needed some water. Looking around, he knew he was in a bed but where was the question. Rolling over, his feet touched the cool floor. There was a door, obviously a bathroom so he got up and went in there, running water into the sink while drinking it right out of the tap.

Spotting the toilet, he lifted the lid and reached down to take a leak, that was when it struck him that he was naked. He also realized with a start that his pubic hair was matted and sticky with something.

He had had wet dreams before, but never when he was blind drunk. Of course he had only been totally drunk maybe 3, 4 times in his life and right now he was thinking he would never let that happen again.

Dan found a washcloth, got it wet and washed himself. Back in the other portion of the room, he found his briefs and pants. On a nearby chair was his shirt. He dressed and went to a window, looked out. He was looking at a back yard, but one he did not recognize.

This certainly was not his house, and it wasn't Dana's either.

Dan suddenly wanted to be home. He went through the bedroom door, there was a short hallway. He walked down that and came out into a living room.

A middle aged and on the mildly heavy set side woman sat in a chair, a man that was half bald sat in the other one reading a newspaper.

"Good morning! You must be Sherry's new friend? Want some coffee?" She asked, getting up.

Dan blinked at that. He looked over at the older man sitting there, who just glanced up, nodded and went back to his paper.

"I....uhhh..." Was all Dan could manage.

"Sherry will be back in just a couple of minutes, she ran down to the store for some things." The woman told him, handing him a steaming cup.

Sherry?

Dan took a sip, burning his lip.

Just then the door opened and Sherry walked in.

"Hi Danny! You are up, good. This is my Dad, Carl, and my Mom, Sara. Have a seat, I will whip up some breakfast." With that she vanished through a doorway.

Dan sat down on a nearby couch.

"So how long have you kids been dating?" Sara asked him.

"I...There was a party..." Dan managed.

"Oh. I see. Well, please don't feel uncomfortable, we are very relaxed about relationships. And you don't need to worry, we put our Sherry on birth control pills as soon as she reached puberty." Sherry's Mom said with not a trace of embarrassment.

Dan stared at her in shock. That was when it registered on him, with the incredible hangover he had not been thinking clearly.

Sherry! Somehow he had ended up at her house, in her bed. He had woken up, all sticky, with no idea at all how he had gotten there or what had happened.

Dan jumped up and ran for the bathroom, threw up. He heard Carl mumble something about "Damned kids shouldn't drink so much."

When he came out, he made his excuses and headed out the front door. Both of her parents were looking at him like he had just swiped their TV or something.

All he wanted to do was get away from there.

+++

Outside, Dan knew within just a couple of blocks where he was. The party had been at a house just a short distance away, and his own house was only a few minute's walk the other side of that.

At the party house, he found his old Ford sitting there, the keys dangling from the switch. He got in, started it and drove home.

"Where have you been, honey?" His Mom asked the second he walked in.

"The party, there were drinks so I didn't drive." He told her.

"That's good, honey. Oh, your girl friend has called several times." She went back to mixing whatever she was mixing in a bowl.

Dana. Oh God, He thought.

Dan went to his bedroom, looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven. He shook his head to clear it, all that did was hurt. He lay down on the bed and went instantly to sleep.

+++

It was nearly dark when Dan woke up. He sat up, feeling much better. It was just after seven, he went out into the living room and found his Mom was sitting there watching the news on TV.

"There is some stew on the stove, and you need to call your girlfriend, honey. She sounds pretty mad at you." She said.

Dan didn't want to talk to Dana at all, he had an idea of what was coming.

Finally he did, and what he expected came. She was in a screaming rage, demanding to know what happened and what he did.

He broke down and told her that he had been so drunk he ended up sleeping at Sherry's house and had no idea how that happened.

"That BITCH! That fucking BITCH! You slept with her, didn't you?" Dana screamed.

Dan told her the truth, he did not remember any of it.

That seemed to calm her slightly, then he told her there was no way he could have done anything anyway, he was far too drunk.

A lie, of course. He was reasonably sure of what he had done.

She acted like she was buying it for a few seconds, but then she went back into a rage.

Dan asked her where she had gone, trying to divert the subject, but she yelled at him that when she came out of the bathroom she found him gone so Doug had given her a ride home.

When she asked him again if he had "screwed that bitch" in no uncertain terms, all Dan could say was he didn't know.

"I don't remember any of that." He protested.

"Bullshit!" Dana screamed, and hung up.

The truth was he did remember some of it now, how Sherry had led him into her room and undressed him. How she had seemed to be almost doing a strip tease for him. He remembered fondling her large breasts, then how wet she had been as his fingers had found her pubic hair.

The rest was a haze. He was sure there had been sex, how he had managed it in the state he was in, he had no idea.

What he did know now was that he had probably lost Dana.

After several telephone attempts with her refusing to even speak to him, he was sure of that. Then he heard that Dana had moved to her grandmother's, going to nursing school.

A few days later he ran into Sherry and she tried to strike up a conversation but Dan made it obvious that he didn't want to talk to her.

Sherry just shrugged and walked away.

+++

It was over a full year later, Dan was sitting on top of a short concrete retaining wall, looking at one of his engineering manuals.

The first year of College had gone normally, again he had a straight "B" average. A few of the women had shown an interest but he was having none of it.

"Hello, Danny." He knew who it was before he looked up.

Dana.

"Hi. Nice to see you." He smiled, covering the sudden flush that raced through him. 

Lord did she look good, she had filled out even more which did not hurt her lithe body one bit.

It all started again, right there, within a month they were an exclusive couple, within six months they were one of the few married couples on campus. 

She didn't mention the party during that period and he had no reason to, so he hoped that was all forgiven.

The past was the past, best to let some things be.

They had talked about waiting until they were married to actually have sex, but that didn't happen. About a month before, Dana had been working his erection with her hands like she had done so many times, then she leaned forward and slid her mouth over him.

That was something she had not done before.

"Let me..." Dan managed, his fingers busy under the crotch of her panties. Dana slid a leg over him and settled down against his mouth with a gasp, Dan got her panties worked down over her hips, then rolled her over to slide them off the rest of the way.

Her legs were open, her naked pussy right there. He had touched her through her clothing but she always pushed his hands away after just seconds.

Now he could see her clearly, the outside folds were swollen and multicolored, the tuft of pubic hair right at the top curled upwards.

He leaned down and licked her by instinct, her hips jerked wildly so he did it some more. Looking up at her face, her eyes were glazed, so he slid up into position and they were joined, just like that.

It was so easy, so natural that Dan just thought it was meant to be. From then on, at every opportunity they were doing it. He never even thought of condoms and neither did she, for some reason she did not conceive even though it was a daily event. 

She began the birth control pills just a week before they married.

Dana never mentioned the party, not one time, until about a month later he had gotten out his guitar and was playing "Knocking on Heaven's Door", just to keep his fingers loose.

"That was one of the songs you played at the party that night." Dana said. He glanced over at her, she had a sour expression on her face.

Dan did not know quite what to say, it was the first time Dana brought that up. Then she got up and stormed off to her bedroom, locking the door.

By the next day she again acted perfectly normal, so he forgot it. He did carefully avoid playing that one song again after that if she was home.

+++

Dan soon found work once he had his engineering degree in hand. He had planned to continue in college for his Masters but the job offer came and it was too good to pass up. 

They talked, Dana would have a very good income when she finished school, then he could go back for his own Master's if he wanted to.

It meant money which up until then they had very little of and in short order they bought a modest two bedroom home in a subdivision. It was closer to his new job, but over 60 miles from the school. 

Dan wasn't sure why Dana picked that particular house since it made things harder. She often just stayed overnight near the college, sometimes even a couple of days rather than make the long drive.

The payments took a huge chunk of his income so they decided to put off having children until later, after Dana finished her degree to become a Registered Nurse.

That period was difficult, she often was in training for 24 hour shifts, some of them even longer. Their schedules did not blend well, Dan found himself home alone for days at a time. Even her brief off times would match his work schedule, so she just slept at the training school, telling him lots of the other girls did that.




Secrets



The only upsets were when once in a long time something would come up about that one night, then Dana would go into a sulk or become angry.

Angry enough that she would stay at the school even though she could have been home with him for a day or so.

Several times, around once or twice a year she would use that as an excuse to go visit her folks, who now lived over a thousand miles away.

Dan actually did not mind the few days alone, and he knew that would end soon since Dana only had a few months to go.

When she was home, she was always eager to be close to him, it was like they would have a few days of wonderful times, then right back to being apart as much as they were together.

Then one day while Dana was gone he happened to run into one of the guys that had been a part of the party crowd back in the wild and crazy days. His name was Ben, a round faced but happy go lucky type of guy that somehow managed to snag more good looking women than even the jock types could manage to do.

Dana was off to her Mom's place, so Dan readily accepted Ben's idea of having a few snorts. The bar was one he knew very well, he spent quite a bit of time there, but he never really drank much. 

They were on their second beer, just talking about all of the mayhem of the earlier days when Ben asked about Dana.

"How are you two getting along, you lucky bastard?" Ben asked with a grin.

"Fine. She takes streaks of being moody but she keeps a good house and takes good care of me." Dan answered, not really wanting to mention that most of the household chores fell to himself.

"I'll just bet!" Ben grinned.

"What do you mean by that?"

"All the guys wanted a crack at Dana, she is a stone fox." Ben said, reaching for his beer.

"Yes, that is for sure." 

"I took her out a couple of times a month or so after you guys broke up, you know." Ben said.

"Oh? I didn't know that." Dan felt himself tense up. Ben picked up on his body language instantly.

"Relax, we didn't do anything, not really."

"What do you mean by "not really"? Dan asked.

"Just neck a little bit, no big deal. She wouldn't let anybody...you know..but she sure would give a hand job that would blow your mind." He laughed. 

Then Ben caught the look on Dan's face.

"But hey, none of us were virgins. Most of the gals would take care of their date, just the way things were. Then later when I saw she was knocked up, I figured it was you anyway...." His voice broke off.

Dan stared at Ben.

"Knocked up? You mean pregnant?"

"Yea, you knew about that, didn't you?"

"No. I didn't." Dan stood up.

"Oh, fuck! Hey, I'm sorry, man. I guess I should have kept my big mouth shut. That stuff is no big deal, I mean, everybody did everybody back then, one way or another. I was sure it was you, all she ever did was talk about you anyway." 

"I guess so. But what happened? You mean she had a baby?" 

"I don't know. A couple of days later she was gone, I heard she went to nursing school is all. Hell, we all were sure it was you."

Dan stared at Ben for a moment, then left and went home.

He sat in his chair and thought about what Ben had said. 

"Knocked up?" What in the hell was Ben talking about?

+++

Dana had been home for two full days, Dan had thought of the conversation he wanted to have with her 50 different ways by then.

"I ran into Ben the other day." He said to her finally.

"Who?" She asked, her expression blank.

"You remember Ben, he was around a lot back when we were kids."

"Ben? Oh, Ben Carlton? How is he doing?" She asked. Dan saw the question in her eyes.

"OK, I guess. He told me that you and he dated a few times."

"Yes, we did. I dated several guys after you and I...." Dana looked at Dan carefully.

"We never did anything! What did he tell you?" She asked.

"He said that, but he also said that you...you gave him hand jobs." Ben said.

Dana blushed furiously.

"Yes, I did. You know how boys are, they pester all the time, it was just...easier. I did it with you, too."

"You told me you never did." Dan said flatly. Dana blushed at that, and got a painful look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Danny. I didn't want to...upset you, is all. We weren't together then. I didn't think we ever would be. I guess I was just...looking? Are you mad about that?"

"No. Not really. But he said a funny thing."

"Like what?"

"He told me you were knocked up."

Dana flushed bright red.

"Oh, God!" She broke down into tears, turned and went into the bedroom.

"Dana, we need to talk about that." Dan called out through the door.

She didn't answer. 

After a half hour of trying with no response, Dan blew his stack, went out and got into his car and left. Finding a motel room, he rented it and spent a fitful night.

+++

There was no answer when he called their house the next morning, and no one there when he pulled into their driveway.

Checking the closets, nearly everything appeared to be there.

A call to her Mother's house just started more fuss, her Mother said rather coldly that she had no idea where Dana was.

Then her Dad came on the phone.

"What did you do this time?" The man demanded loudly.

"I didn't do anything." Dan told him.

"I have about had it with you, I told her not to marry you, that sure as hell you would cheat again. So help me, if you have hurt my Dana again I will...."

Dan hung up on him.

There was no choice but to go on in to work, at least if he wanted his job. But his mind was not on work at all.

"Knocked up?" Ben had told him.

There was nearly a full year in there where he had not seen Dana at all. What in the world had happened? If that were true, how could she keep something like that from him?

If Dana did have a child, where was it? And it most certainly could not be his?

Searching everywhere he could think of over the rest of the week came up with nothing. Dan called everyone he could think of, no one knew where she was.

By Saturday morning he was about to hire a private detective, then Dana's car pulled into the driveway.

+++

"Where have you been?" He demanded.

"I was staying...with friends." She answered.

"Who?" He asked.

"I will get to that. Right now we need to talk." She appeared to be determined.

She sat down on the couch, Dan went over to his chair and sat, waiting.

"I had a baby, a baby girl." She told him.

"That part I have figured out."

"I should have told you, but I was afraid of how you would react." She said. Dan could see she was struggling to keep herself composed.

"Honey, We weren't together, things happen. If you had just told me..." Dan began. 

"It's worse than that, Danny." She looked down.

"How can it be much worse? You should have just told me, that's the part I don't get."

"She is....Doug's." She blurted out.

"Doug?" Dan felt shock pour over him.

"It was that night, the party? You were gone, I asked and no one was saying anything and then finally one of the girls told me you left with...Sherry." She looked up at him.

"Oh, God." Dan muttered.

"I had made up my mind, I had decided to let you...I was ready, I had even bought some..condoms, and you..." She started to cry.

Dan just looked at her.

"Doug...he and I..I don't know what happened, really. He gave me a ride home, then he kissed me and one thing led to another. I even..forgot the condoms I had in my purse." Dana now looked like she was about to cry.

"Doug? For God's sakes, anyone on the planet but him!" Dan said.

"I know. I know, honey. That's why I never told you, I was terrified."

"Damn it, I am your husband!"

"Yes, I know. But let me finish. When I called and found out that you and Sherry...?" Dana paused for a moment.

"I was mad at you and feeling awful at the same time and we broke up.  Then I found out I was....I didn't know what to do.  Doug was nice to me and took care of everything. Mom and Dad sent me away to Grandma's, I had little Danielle. Doug was upset because I named her that but I wanted to."

"Where is she?" Dan asked.

"Doug has custody. You know, he really is not a bad guy, he just has a cocky attitude and has always gotten his way. But he treats her well, and he took over bringing her up so I could go back to school."

"I see. But it's been four years, and I have to find all this out this way? How were you carrying on with him?"

"It was just for a little while. I moved away when I started to...to show. Doug paid for everything. He was even there when Danielle was born, and he asked me to marry him. I was..I decided I would since it would be best for Danielle. But then I ran into you when I changed schools and I knew I didn't love Doug, I loved you!"

That was when it registered on Dan.

"You said you stayed with friends? You meant Doug, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Dan was already on his feet.

"Danny, no! We didn't, I wouldn't. I just got to be with Danielle, and I told you Doug is actually an OK guy."

"Sure he is. I can just imagine..all of those times you were gone? Were you off fucking that guy?."

"No! He is getting married, my daughter will have a good life! It's what is best for her." Dana told him.

"Married? Who is he marrying?"

"Sherry. She has changed, she is grown up now and they are happy. Danielle will be happy and they say I can come to visit whenever I want to."

"Visit? It's been four years, how do you...?"

Then he knew. Every time the subject of Sherry came up, Dan would go to her folks. Over a thousand miles away, she said. Then all of those overly long shifts at school?

"You used all the crap about Sherry as an excuse to go visit your daughter, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"At Doug's place, right?"

"Yes, but we didn't..nothing ever happened, I was just visiting."

"I don't think I believe you."

"It's the truth. After I found you again, Doug and I never...not even once. I'm really sorry, Danny." Now she was weeping quietly.

"I think I need you to leave. I have to think, this is a lot, Dana." Dan told her.

Dana got up and walked to the door. Then she turned back.

"I really am sorry, Danny. I really do love you, I will never keep any secrets from you ever again."

Dan just sat there as she walked out to her car and left.

+++

Dana refused to accept anything except for her car, even though at the final meeting with the lawyers her attorney argued with her about that.

Dan finally looked at the man and told him in no uncertain terms to shut the fuck up. The lawyer flushed but didn't say much more. Dana signed the papers, looked at Dan, then got up and left without a word.

Dan simply returned to his job, for several months that was all he did.

Finally he did begin to date some, a couple of women he met were interesting enough that he took them home. Both turned out to be uneventful, and he went right back to working long hours, coming home at night and fixing dinner. He would watch some TV, go to bed, then get up and do it all over again.

Sick of solo sexuality, one evening he was scanning some ads, he spotted one for rubdowns. The woman that arrived at his door was a pretty thing named Carla. The $60 fee became $120 and she happily used her hands to take care of him.

That worked, no need for efforts at a relationship. She came to see him once a week, Dan could then get lost in his own mind. Without fail those thoughts drifted to Dana and how she felt in his arms.

A couple of times Carla asked him if he would like her to be topless, or perhaps even nude?

He just shook his head no. Carla appeared to be surprised at that, but accepted things the way they were.

A few months passed, then on one of his trips he met a receptionist named Michelle. Interested again, he dated her a few times, finally ending up in her apartment. There was a long but disconcerting session where nothing Michelle did had any effect.

Embarrassed and miserable, he finally left. That was his very last date.

At home a week or so later, Carla came by for his weekly appointment. By then he felt totally comfortable with her, so he asked her point blank if she was still willing to do "more" as he put it.

Carla grinned and was quickly naked, actually somewhat excited at the prospect. Once again, there was no response. Later that evening she used her hands like always, Dan finally relaxed and drifted off into his own world of fantasy, his thoughts were of Dana and how it had been.

His life settled into just that, work, home, the weekly session with Carla. There was almost nothing else.

+++

Buried in work, Dan's efforts got noticed and he was promoted to regional manager. This came with a very large pay increase, all sorts of perks and stock options, and regular travel.

He was well into the fifth year of that when he walked into a meeting room in Dallas. Normally everything went smoothly, this time it did not. With no other choice, he had to stay for a couple of days.

He got a hotel room, and rented a car. The next morning he had breakfast at the hotel restaurant, got into the tiny little rental machine and headed for the plant.

Going through an intersection, he never even saw the large white van that missed a stop sign and hit him broadside.

+++

Lights. They were bright, in his face. He squeezed them shut, then slowly opened them again, adjusting to the brightness. 

"Good morning, sir. Awake, I see." An older woman in all white clothing stood there smiling down at him.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"You are in the hospital, you had an accident. They had to do some surgery, things were a bit shaky for a while but you will be fine."

"Great. I need to get out of here, I have to be at the office."

"You aren't going anywhere, besides, you have already been here for ten days, sweetie."

"Ten days!" Dan tried to sit up but couldn't.

"Just lie still, honey. I will get the Doctor." With that she left. Dan felt himself falling asleep again.

An older man came in and woke him, then spoke with him at great length, explaining how he had been in a coma, swelling on the brain.

As the man was talking, he felt his left ankle throbbing. He reached down to rub it, nothing was there!

"What?" Dan felt a shock pour though him.

"Yes, we could not save your left leg, we installed a pin so when they fit the prosthesis you will be able to walk." The Doctor said.

"Jesus Christ!" Dan exclaimed.

"I'm sorry." The man said. That sounded almost automatic.

For most of the day Dan was feeling upset, sorry for himself. Here he was in a hospital in a strange city, over a thousand miles from home, his life now a total disaster.

Miserable, he wondered what else could possibly go wrong? He even thought about ending it all, there really was no point anyway.

By evening he was resigned to it, there was nothing he could do about it. He was also feeling better, the fog that had seemed to be in his mind had cleared.

"Hello, Danny." A familiar voice said.

He looked up, Dana walked in, carrying a tray with some food. Dan felt a flush pour over him, it had been so long. He had thought of her so many times, now here she was.

"Dana! What are you doing here?" He asked her.

"I work here, I have been here for several years now. I am your night nurse." She smiled.

"Well I'll be damned." He said.

"I was here when they brought you in, that was a surprise. I have been here every night since." She set up the tray, then carefully tilted his bed up so he could eat.

"What brought you way down here?" Dan asked her.

"I saw an ad for nursing staff, so I applied. I wanted to get away from all of the..memories and start life over."

"I see." Dan looked her over as he ate. She had put on weight, quite a bit actually. The slender young woman was now an early 30's more matronly figure. He saw her blush at his inspection.

"Married?" He asked, to shift the subject.

"No."

"Really? I would have thought...?"

"Well, work and Danielle takes up all of my time." She said.

"Danielle? I thought that...Doug and Sherry had custody?"

"Doug returned custody to me when I asked, I told him I was moving here and wanted her with me. He didn't argue. She is fourteen now."

"Wow. That is hard to believe, I guess it has been a decade."

Dana took his tray, left and then came back with a small pan and some towels.

"I need to bathe you, plus I need to turn you. We need to move your...legs...and keep circulation, OK?"

"OK." Dan watched as she worked his legs, lifting the half missing left leg and massaging the muscles. That did hurt a bit but not badly. Then she began to wash him, completely business like. She slid a towel over his genitals when she slid his gown back.

Dan managed to not laugh when she did that.

"So why haven't you remarried?" Dana asked him.

"I never met anyone I wanted to." He answered.

Dana just nodded. She finished up quickly and lay fresh blankets over him.

"Just push that buzzer if you need anything." She told him.

Dan dreamed that night of times long past.

The rest of his stay was similar, finally he was in a wheelchair and sent to a specialist. It only took a day or so to get used to the artificial leg, the only real troubles he had was the constant weight shifting to stay upright.

He soon learned to use his right leg to maintain a steady upright posture, after a week or two of practice it was hard for anyone to tell he had it on.

The last day Dana was there as he was wheeled out to the taxicab. Dan stood up looked at Dana and reached out to give her a hug. She hugged him back.

On the airplane ride home, all he could think of was the tear he had spotted slide down her cheek before she quickly turned away.

Back at work, he found himself thinking of Dana quite a bit. After just three days, he could no longer stand it.

+++

"Hello?" A young girl's voice answered on the second ring.

"Is Dana there?" He asked. Dan was reasonably sure the person answering was Danielle.

"Mom! Phone is for you!" He heard her call out.

"Mom is upstairs, she will be down in a minute, OK?" She came back to the phone.

"You are Danielle, right?" Dan asked her.

"Yes. Who are you?" She asked.

"My name is Dan. Your Mother and I were married once."

There was stone silence on the line.

"Who is it?" Dan heard Dana's voice in the background.

"It's him!" Danielle's voice whispered.

"Who?"

"Danny!" She said more loudly. Then there were some muffled voices like she put her hand over the receiver.

"Hello?" Dana's voice sounded shaky.

"Hi. This is Dan. I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner?"

There was a brief silence.

"Yes. I would like that very much." She answered quietly.

"Could you pick me up at the airport? I get in at six tonight."

"Yes. I will."

"OK, see you then." Dan heard giggling in the background as he hung up.

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Dan walked over to the tram that took him to the exit, Dana was standing there waiting when it arrived. Beside her stood a taller and slightly darker skinned version of what Dana had looked like when she was in her teens.

The girl had a huge grin on her face. Dan gave Dana a hug, she hugged back but was mildly reserved about it.

Dana drove expertly through the mayhem of traffic. At their apartment, they went inside and visited.

Danielle was quiet at first but soon she was talking about school and everything under the Sun. He had thought that might be a concern, what with her being Doug's child but it wasn't. Danielle proved to be bubbly, bright and a healthy and happy young lady.

Dan saw a look pass between her and her mother, in short order Danielle excused herself to go study.

Dana looked at her watch.

"Why don't I just fix something to eat here?" She asked.

"I wanted to take you out." Dan said.

"I would rather just...visit." She smiled.

"Well, OK. But I have a room reserved downtown, I can just get a taxi there later."




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"Nonsense, my couch makes down, you can just stay here." Dana smiled and looked down briefly.

"It's been a long time, Dana." Dan told her.

"I know."

"I keep thinking of what..what could have been."

"So have I." She said.

Dan stood up, Dana stood up also. He held out his arms and she slipped into them.

Somehow that all felt right. The couch never did get made up into a bed. His artificial leg did get in the way a little bit until Dana reached down and helped him take it off.

At one point Dan heard a door open, then some quiet giggling in the hallway, then a door closed again.

That first night was almost like he was back to years before. Dana's body was different, but also the same somehow. He knew very well that she probably was thinking the same thing.

There was no problem with performance at all.

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The next Morning Dan woke up, it took several moments for him to remember where he was. He could hear quiet voices in the other room but could not make out the words.

"Morning, sleepy head." Danielle grinned broadly at him when he came out. Dana was sitting at the kitchen table with her daughter, she smiled and got up to pour him some coffee.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"11:30, we were about to call 911!" Danielle joked.

Dan sat and sipped the Coffee as Dana made a breakfast. She set down a plate with a huge stack of pancakes, eggs, bacon.

"When do you have to go home?" Dana asked him, sitting down at the table.

Dan saw the glance back and forth between them, and didn't quite understand that.

"I took my vacation time, so whenever I want to, why?"

"Oh. It's just that...Danielle's Dad is coming by this afternoon, he and Danielle visit regularly."

Doug.

Instantly memories flooded back into Dan's mind, but he covered his reaction.

"I see. That's not a problem, I can just get a room."

"You don't have to do that, Doug and Sherry usually take Danielle and they go do something together. You can just stay here if you want to." Dana said.

Dan nodded. But he really did not want to see the man at all.

He still was feeling uncomfortable later that afternoon when the knock came on the door. 

"Hi, Daddy!" Danielle hugged the man. Dan looked up, he was surprised. The tall and handsome man he knew as Doug was now a balding, mildly pot bellied guy with glasses perched on his nose. It took him a few seconds to realize the well over weight woman with him was Sherry, now a 50 pounds heavier version of before.

They all shook hands, and quickly the three of them left.

Dan could not help himself, he started laughing as soon as they were gone.

"What's so funny?" Dana asked, coming in from the other room.

"Oh, nothing really. I just expected..? I guess I didn't know what to expect.

"Doug has changed some, they both have but they seem to be happy with each other. They have four children now, too."

"Four?"

"Yes. Danielle goes to visit them for a month every Summer. Doug really is a good man, he sends us money regularly, and he loves Danielle. He has been part of her life all this time."

"That's good. All of that was a long time ago."

"I told him you were coming when he called the other day. He has always known."

"Known what?" Dan asked.

"About you. When he asked me..asked me to marry him and I told him no, he asked me why not. I told him then that it was you, so I couldn't. I just couldn't."

Dan reached out and put his arm around her, Dana tipped her head to rest it on his shoulder.

"You know, he told me then that he has always been jealous of you, that is why he tried so hard to be better."

"Jealous? Of me? Why?" That was a surprise.

"Because of everything, you were always better. Plus then he knew I loved you."

"We really messed things up back then, didn't we?"

"Yes, we did!"

"Well, we have the place all to ourselves." Dan grinned at her.

"We sure do!" She grinned right back.

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Somewhere around 9 PM Dan heard voices, he couldn't make out the words but knew that Doug and Sherry were dropping Danielle off. They left quickly, Danielle came to the bedroom door and knocked quietly.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?" Dana asked.

"Is..is he still here?"

"Yes, Honey."

Danielle giggled and went to her room.

"She is growing up." Dana said.

"Yes, she is beautiful, too."

"So. What are we doing here, Dan?" Dana asked him.

"I'm not sure. How about we start out by telling each other all of our secrets?" He grinned at her.

"OK." Dana leaned back against the pillows, the covers tugged up over her breasts. Dan reached out and slid the covers down, she smiled but did not object.

For some silly reason he wanted to be able to see her, touch her as he spoke.

He then quickly told her everything, all about the few brief experiences, then how he settled on just Carla for several years. It hit him that there really was very little to tell.

Dana laughed at that.

"More than me, I see. I did date a few times but there was nothing there, except one man. We ended up in a hotel room, and it turned out to be nothing special."

"Boy, we are an exciting pair, aren't we?" Dan laughed.

"This is pretty exciting, having you here." She answered, cuddling up tightly to him.

"So what are we going to do, Danny?"

"How about we give ourselves another try?"

"I would like that. No more secrets, I promise. And you can even see your friend Carla if you want to."

"I don't see any reason why I would want to, I would rather you take care of things." Dan grinned.

"OK. I will like that!" She slid under the covers, holding him with both hands she slid her lips over him.

"I thought you didn't like doing that?" He asked her.

"I changed my mind." She told him.



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Regardless of this, his parents had far higher aspirations for him, Joseph wanted him to take over his share of the business when he retired and Charlotte still harboured a long-held desire that he might work hard at school and be eligible for medical school to be a Doctor.

Lewis wanted neither, he was happy playing his games, smoking weed, drinking beer and doing just enough work to keep his teachers happy, or failing that, quiet, a tactic that had not failed him since he had started secondary school four years previous.

The walk home from his school took him through a small park and on cue, nodded towards the au-pair from the "big house at the top of the hill" - or Number 22, their near neighbours. Anna looked up from the park bench – Joshua was running around the small playground going up to the slide and Lewis idled over, leaning over the three-foot high railings.

"Hiya," he called, taking a big drag of his freshly-lit spliff and Anna smiled at him, reaching up to remove it from his mouth.

"This, this is umm ... this park, is for kiddies. You no smoke," she told him in her Russian accent.

Lewis took the lit spliff from Anna and stubbed it out, holding it in his fingers and looking at the toddler running around in front of him. "Sorry," he muttered. "Hey, he's grown a bit."

Anna nodded and watched the child shoot passed her and sighed. "You have good holiday?"

Lewis slid his school bag off his shoulders on the floor and pursed his lips. "Yeah good. We went off to Mediterranean for a fortnight. And then onto a small village in Tuscany for another week. It was good. You?"

Anna smiled and her eyes flicked back to Joshua. "I umm. I went to Rome. I go with Joshua. And then Russia to see family."

Lewis smiled at the Russian teenager who recounted the stories about her brother leaving to join the army and her mother being fifty while she was in her home country. Lewis had relocated himself into the playground and chatted amicably to the au-pair sat on the bench, who watched the young child hawkishly as he played with a couple of the kids on the climbing frame.

Lewis even got up to help Joshua down a small ramp and then push him and Anna on the swings before Anna glanced at her watch and telling Joshua (and Lewis) that it was "nearly home time" and guided the tired child into the designer buggy.

"Fancy getting some chips from the chippy?" Lewis asked as Anna went to leave the playground. He fished in his pocket and withdrew a shiny pound coin and held it up. "Share a pack? With me. It's on the way home."

Anna replied in her deep accent. "You, you very kind, Lewis."

Lewis blushed and shrugged. "It's only chips. But they're better if we share them," he found himself saying, and left with the au-pair.





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"Well it is a twin room. I don't mind sharing."

Sarah's lips curled. "Well I might do. You might snore, or wander around naked. Or your wife might object."

Joseph snorted. "I wasn't going to tell her. Look, it's up to you. I don't mind sharing with you but book somewhere else if you want."

Sarah giggled and waited until he was at the door. "It's OK. I've already booked it." Joseph smiled and she looked up. "But no peeking at me in the shower."

Paul pushed past Matthew and opened the door loudly and then closed it throwing his arms up in the air. "Can you effin' believe it. The Bank want all sorts of ID for a measly little bank transfer," he ranted as he crossed the small private office to his desk and threw it open.

"Do you need my signature," Joseph asked and Paul looked up.

"No, just every form of fuckin' ID I have. Just so I can send some money to the Caribbean."

"Caribbean?" Joseph asked and Paul stammered.

"Fuckin' game companies. Everything's offshore for tax dodging ain't it." He slammed his drawer shut holding a handful of papers and strode out of the office. Sarah looked at Joseph and smiled.

"If we are sharing a room together then surely there is enough money in the budget for you to take me to a nice restaurant."

Joseph chortled. "OK."

Sarah returned his grin. "Good, I've booked the table for eight thirty."





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"Every guy I know, loves this," she cooed, and taking her slippery hands sliding over his stiff cock and running her other hand underneath to cup his testicles and then along his perineum. Paul cried out as her hands deftly massaged the older gentleman.

"I wanna fuck you," Paul muttered breathlessly, his words desperately trying to convince himself and Hope smiled as his legs shook, the businessman crying out loudly into the sea air.

Paul screwed up his eyes, shuddered and semen shot out of the end of his member splattering the young girl with pearlescent semen. She gently stroked his cock and slowed down as he savoured the aftershocks. Paul smiled at her with a bemused look. "That was some fucking handjob girl."

Hope smiled and ran her hands through her black hair, feeling the sticky deposits of the businessman; she would definitely need a shower when she got home. Paul leant over and pulled out a small bundle of cash and threw it at Hope. "A tip," he said proudly and smiled inwardly as Hope looked delighted with the small amount of money he had given her – it was no more than seventy five pounds and a hand job like that would have cost him triple that in London.

Paul stretched out. He could definitely get used to life in the Caribbean.





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Matthew sighed and she looked over at him, pulling his right arm across her. She wanted him to toy with her breasts but Matthew was aroused; his decision-making process was skewed and he interpreted her motion as something else.

Matthew spun his hips round and slid up the still clothed Katherine, his cock gliding past her thong and Katherine groaned. She grunted as he slid in, Matthew was in ecstasy, he had forgotten how good sex felt and he kissed the teenager on the lips.

He felt his climax approaching and with a grunt, pushed forward and came inside her. She sniffed and sighed as Matthew stayed there for a moment before withdrawing himself.

It had taken just a few minutes but Matthew climbed off of the mattress and went into the bathroom to clean himself up and get dressed on his return. Katherine was asleep in his bed, and he could see his semen dripping down her crack.

Matthew was ashamed, Katherine had not given her consent to anything and drunk or not, he was old enough to know it was a bad idea. Tentatively, he took a tissue and cleaned her up before gently waking her; she needed to go home sooner rather than later.





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I was in Colorado doing some recon for a mission when I first saw her. She was at a nearby cafe table, watching. Staring. I thought she was checking me out at first. I didn't know it was in more ways than one.

Of course, I didn't just look her over. She was gorgeous, with long brown hair, a well-done tan and a very shapely body. Her C-cup tits were very exposed through the top of her jacket and blue shirt. She also had a pair of blue jeans and a pair of 1-and-a-half inch heels. A waiter then came with a cup of tea, and she turned away.

My recon finished, I went back to my hotel room. The hotel was nothing too interesting. My room had a queen-size bed and a kitchenette. A T.V. And the room service number was on a small dresser opposite the foot of the bed. My PDA got a message from my employer, reminding me of my deadline- two days- and said that he hired a second person for tech road-blocks. He said that she would meet me in my room, two hours' time.

I went out for dinner at about 6:15. When I got back to my room at 7, the bathroom light was on, and the fan was running. I went to ready my nightstick, which was collapsible and kept in my back pocket, but it was not there when I reached for it. A whirled around, and a woman was behind me. She pushed me onto the bed, and when I got a good look at her, I realized that she was the woman from the cafe- and she was naked.

"Sorry. I guess I startled you a little bit, didn't I?" she laughed. My nightstick was on a nearby chair. I tried to stand up, but the woman pushed me back down. "Hey, slow down. We haven't started to have fun yet." She got down her knees, and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I was speechless. Here was this beautiful woman who had snuck into my room and was now trying to have sex with me. She unzipped my fly and got out my now erect prick. She looked up at me and giggled. "It's pretty big, but let's test it a bit more," she said.

She started rubbing my cock. I let out a small moan, feeling good but still wary of this mystery woman. She licked my balls, then up my shaft until she got to the head. She then took the head into her mouth and flicked her tongue around it. She stared up at me, looking for a reaction. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my dick into her mouth. She took the notion and started sucking my cock, licking the underside of my shaft while her head bobbed up and down faster and faster. I felt myself about to come and warned her of my oncoming orgasm. She nodded her head and sucked even faster. A low groan accompanied the bursting of my balls. She swallowed most of it, but some dribbled onto her beautiful boobs.

She then got up and started to get dressed, but I grabbed her waist and threw her onto the bed. I wasn't going to let her go without making her come. She moaned and said "I was hoping you would do that." I undressed the rest of the way and got on the bed with her. I positioned myself and inserted my prick into her tight hole.

"Oh yeah, give it to me!" she cried. I started slowly, but I got faster as time went by. Her breasts heaved violently with my every thrust. I leaned down and we kissed as I proceeded to bang her steamy snatch. I felt her contract, and she orgasmed multiple times before I creamed her heavenly pussy. She moaned and said she wanted in the ass. I turned her doggy-style and stuck my cock in her anus.

"YES!" she screamed. "I want you to bang my brains out! Fuck me HARD!" Her pussy juices made way for easier entry, but she was still very tight. Not that it was a bad thing. I fucked her until she came again and I ejaculated once again. We then fell asleep for the rest of the night. When I woke up, she was sucking my prick again. "I wanted to do one more thing before we really get to know each other." She grabbed her magnificent globes and wrapped them around my cock. She then used them to rub my dick, slowly getting faster over time. I moaned and shot my cum all over her face and tits.

She then went for a shower. When she got back and said that her name was Caitlyn White, my tech specialist. She came into my room that my employer bought me (and her) and when she saw a picture of me I had in my suitcase, she got hot all over. She had liked what she saw of me at the cafe, and wanted to surprise me, so she got naked and waited in the bathroom.

Having gotten through with introductions I showed her plans of the complex we were infiltrating, important security systems, and guard routes. After a while, she yawned and said "That's nice. Can we fuck again?"

She didn't have to ask twice.



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It was a warm morning in June when I met Andy. It wasn't a traditional meeting. I was texting a friend that morning when I was politely informed I had the wrong number. I was embarrassed and apologized for my error. He was kind and said it was okay. My curiosity got the better of me. Never did I think that an innocent mistake like misdialing a wrong number through text would lead to an affair.

My name is Courtney. I am a married woman in my early 30's. While I am not a skinny little model, I do not consider myself unattractive. Andy is a very attractive man in his mid-20's. He is also married. We texted back and forth for a few days. Not only was I curious about who he was but I found myself entertaining the idea of meeting this wonderful stranger that filled the few short days I had known him with laughter and feelings of excitement.

He finally talked me into it. We met in a partially lit parking lot. I admit, I was terrified! The moment I parked my vehicle I asked myself "What are you doing?!" This guy could've killed me! I didn't care the moment he approached my passenger door. I let him in and we talked for a couple of hours. He had such and amazingly sexy smile! I wanted to kiss him so bad. I laughed inside thinking there is no way this guy would want me to kiss him. I was older and he was younger and so irresistibly handsome! We parted ways and we continued to text each other. 

He admitted he wanted to do more than just talk. I blushed and admitted I too found it hard to just sit and talk. A couple of days passed and we decided to meet again. We met at a house that belongs to a relative. It was dark and almost empty of furniture since they were currently moving out. I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I knew what I wanted to happen. We stood in the dark for a minute and I finally reached for his shirt and pulled him to me. A bold move on my end but he chuckled and leaned down to kiss me. His lips were so soft against mine. I felt heat rise up inside me. He moved down to kiss my neck and I lost all control. He proceeded to undress me. I was trembling with nervousness and excitement. I could feel my body reacting to his touch in ways that it never reacted to anyone. Not even my husband.

He kissed down my neck to my chest. He sucked and nibbled on my breasts. He was so amazing! I hadn't been touched like that in a while. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this. He whispered, "I'm sure are you?... Once we do, we can't take it back" all while kissing my neck and breasts. I led him over to a spot on the floor. I knew we didn't have much time. I got on my hands and knees and he knelt down behind me. I felt his legs brush mine as he moved closer. Every touch was like electricity through my body. I couldn't stand it any longer. I wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside me! I felt him touch my pussy with his fingers. I felt heat rise up in my cheeks. He had me dripping wet. Then he placed the tip of his cock at my vaginal opening. He asked if I was okay. I said yes and then he slowly pushed his hard cock deep inside me. It was everything and more than I thought it would be. 

He started out slowly thrusting his cock in and out of my wet pussy. After a couple of minutes he started to thrust a little harder and faster. He had my pussy throbbing and my body trembling with one orgasm after another. It was amazing! Never had I felt like that with the only other man I had ever slept with. He had me aching for our next encounter. 

I couple of nights later I snuck Andy into my house while the kids were gone and after my husband went to work. I was so nervous! I couldn't believe I was about to make love to another man in the same bed I shared with my husband. 

He parked down the road. I had him come up the alley and through the back door so my neighbors wouldn't see. We ran upstairs where I quickly undressed. He was just standing there. I knew he was nervous being in another man's room with his wife. I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bed. I kissed him and could feel him begin to relax immediately. His lips felt so good against mine. I was instantly wet!

I laid on the bed and he crawled in next to me. He ran his hands over my breasts while he kissed me. Then I felt his hand slide down my stomach and in between my legs. His fingers lightly rubbed my clit that was throbbing with excitement. He whispered, "Mmm you're so wet!" It felt so good! He then stood up and had me move my head to the edge of the bed. 

He positioned himself in front of my face and I took his cock in one hand and swirled my tongue around the tip. I ran my tongue up and down his rock hard shaft. Then I took him deep inside my throat. He let out a moan and pushed deeper. He then pulled back and slowly pushed his cock deep again. 

He pushed two fingers into my wet pussy while he fucked my throat. He was thrusting gently in and out at the same rhythm that he was thrusting his fingers in and out of me. I then felt his fingers curl upward and felt this amazing pressure building inside me. I started off gentle at first but the more I moaned the harder he got. Suddenly I lost it and I squirted all over his hand. It was the most amazing feeling in the world!

He crawled back into my bed after making me soak the bed sheets. I grabbed his cock and started sucking the tip and working my hand up and down his shaft. I tightened him lips and took him deep and then all the way back up to the tip. I did this over and over and a little deeper and harder each time. He moaned and started to shake. I knew he was about to cum. So I stopped towards the tip and stroked his cock for a few seconds. He filled my mouth wish his hot cum. I swallowed and sucked him dry. 

We got dressed and laid in each other's arms for a while. I could hear his heart pounding under my ear. I hoped I would see this man again. Never had anyone made me feel the way he had. He was perfect in every way.



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The room was dark, sophisticated with a soft murmur permeating the room. Kat looked across the room and wished she was any where but here. This party marked a huge milestone in her career. Her first book she felt was a fluke and this one would prove her position on the best seller list. However, Kat despised the pomp and circumstance surrounding her. She would much rather be at home on the lake.

Cyn, her editor and closest confidant, insisted she attend this party. The publishing house had a large stake in this book and wanted her exposure to the target audience. Reluctantly Kat agreed and dressed in a strapless wine gown. She moved around the room and made the obligatory connections while talking to the other editors and publishers. She grabbed one of the canapés from the waiter. If she had to attend the function at least there was good food and she would indulge herself.

"Take fifteen minutes to say your goodbyes. I'll have a car for you in the lobby," a low musky voice whispered in her ear. Instantaneously her breathing became shallow and skin clammy. Kat's nipples immediately hardened and pointed despite the gown's heavy material and she felt a familiar wetness dampen her pussy. That voice hadn't graced her body in over eight years but yet it still controlled every piece of her. 

She knew when he left, but she remained still for another moment. Looking over the crowd, Kat knew she had to leave. It was already midnight and it was time for the party to wrap up. She found Cyn talking with Mark, the owner of the publishing house, and made the required small talk preceding her departure. After a few more contacts and a short walk down the spiral staircase, Kat gracefully slid into the waiting black limousine.

It wasn't a long ride to her destination, but it was long enough for her to think about what she was about to do. Kat knew what exactly was about to happen. She relished in knowing that he was about to touch her and make her soar. She also hated how he controlled her and made her lose the control she desperately kept on herself.

Kat had to be honest. She secretly hoped this day would come. She dreamt about his touch and his kiss. Often she would prepare herself for him hoping that he would appear. Other times she would go long stretches without thinking about him. She could control her life if he wasn't there. She denied his existence, but knew somewhere he did exist.

This was one of those periods where Kat obsessed with him. She hated herself. She would work on one book and find that the male character had some sort of quality he possessed. She'd go to sleep. Sleep was her special time when plots and story ideas would materialize, but he would be there. Each time in different form – but she knew it was him.

The limo pulled in front of the luxury hotel and a perfectly dressed doorman opened her door.

"Mr. Sanchez is expecting you. Just go to the private elevator down the left hall and it will take you to his suite," he said while looking her over not so subtlety. Kat knew her appearance was striking. Her mahogany hair fell in soft layers around her shoulders. Her green eyes pierced every soul they gazed at and were filled with lust. The dress hugged her firm d cup breasts and allowed enough cleavage where most men filled with desire. It hugged her slender waist and fell across her tight, rounded ass. The slit up her left leg went high enough so that every so often if someone was looking the dress would move in a way to show she wasn't wearing any panties and only a garter held her stockings in place.

Kat knew her appearance made the doorman grow hard and she loved it. She didn't allow herself to get attached, even sexually, very often, but she loved parading in front of men. She liked knowing that she could make most men hard and still respect her when they learned they never stood a chance.

She walked through the elegantly furnished lobby towards the elevator. Another employee appeared and opened the door for her, but he didn't join her. Instead he reached in and turned a key into the control panel.

The elevator moved fast and soon the doors opened into a hallway. The floor only housed one suite and the door to it opened. She stepped in to the dark music filled room. It was filled with her favorite white roses, but that was all about the suite that looked prepared. 

She knew he was standing behind her before she heard the door shut. Her body tensed and she leaned back into his chest. He put his hands on her waist and leaned into her head. His hands slid to her stomach and then traveled to her breast where he stopped and began to rub them. His thumbs circled her material covered nipples, they peaked and hardened under his touch. The material did nothing to stop her body's response to his touch.

His mouth moved down onto her ear and then her neck. She felt herself totally collapse against him as his lips connected with the side of her neck. His tongue teased and circled her skin causing her to emit a soft moan. At her vulnerable sound, he spun her around and pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue danced with hers and she tasted him and pulled him even closer with her fingers dancing through his thick hair.

He moved his hand through the slit in her dress. "I know you aren't wearing panties. I've been thinking about your pussy since I saw you in the room."

His hands found her mound and cupped her. "Damn, you're wet and very hot."

Kat knew she was and felt shame for only an instant. She pushed harder against his hand silently begging him to explore more. His hand responded and rubbed her up and down her slit - lightly at first to tease and aggravate her. He suddenly slammed two fingers into her hole and marveled in how she was wet for him. He pumped her pussy with his fingers while his thumb assaulted her throbbing clit.

Just as quickly as he took her, he pulled his fingers out and stood back. Kat hated his power over her.

He stepped over to the bar and poured her a glass of red wine. She quickly downed it, not worrying about looking proper. She already had a slight buzz from the party, but it would take a stronger drunk to make it through this. Her life had been her own for the past eight years and now she knew it no longer was. It belonged to the raven haired man standing before her. He took her glass and refilled it and she downed it just as quick as the first.

"Need something stronger," he asked not surprised by her reaction. He reached above the bar and opened a cabinet pulling out high quality rum. He poured her a small shot, but instead she grabbed the bottle and downed two quick gulps. He let out a hefty laugh. Most people would think she was the perfect proper woman, but he knew she had another side to her. This side was only for him to see.

"Take off your dress," he commanded. She had enough to drink and he was growing impatient. She looked down and did as she was told. "Look at me and don't look away." He gazed into her eyes as she stepped out of the gown. She stood in front of him in black lace and the diamond necklace Mark let her borrow from his wife for the party. The black half bra held her breasts up only covering the bottom third. Her nipples stood at attention out of the top of the fabric against the supple cream colored mounds. The black garter held up her stockings and framed her freshly shaven pussy already swollen with desire. The black pumps finished the picture. Matched with her deep brown hair she looked like a sex goddess.

He stood in front and reached around behind her neck. He pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue danced in her mouth, traced her teeth and tangled with her tongue. She loved his taste. She loved the way his tongue felt in her mouth. He pulled her ass even closer to his and she felt his growing hardness. He was still dressed and she was almost naked before him. Her nipples hardened and pussy became wetter just knowing that he could make her cum by looking her way.

His hands left her ass and traveled back up her stomach as his mouth worked down her neck. She started to fall onto the couch, but he steadied her not allowing her to move. His hands reached her breasts and began to twist her nipples. His mouth reached the one of the nipples and he bit at it as his other hands assaulted the other nipple. Kat was dizzy from the sensations. He knew she loved the pain from biting and was doing every thing he could to make her wild with passion.

He stopped and moved Kat backwards until the reached the bedroom. He pushed her down on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her to continue his kiss.

"Sit," he said when she started to lean back on the huge satin covered bed.

Kat sat and leaned down wanting more of a kiss. He spread her legs and moved in front of her pussy as he continued the kiss. His hands moved to her breast and then her stomach. He stopped and traced around the contour of her belly button stopping to play with the diamond stud there. This was new. She didn't have this the last time they met, but he knew her wild side. It was her way to rebel against anything predictable and expected. He thought of when she had this pierced. Did a man do this to her? Did her hard stomach make him grow hard too? Did he try to look below her waistband when he should have been concentrating on the piercing?

His hands continued their journey and moved across the smooth cover. This wasn't new. Kat loved the sensation of no hair and regularly shaved herself. She loved the feeling of her clothes making contact and during the most boring of events she could think about how her pussy felt.

She moaned as his hands grew closer. His fingers began to trace her outer lips again, lightly at first and then increasing in strength. Just as she thought he was going to move in deeper, he would lighten the touch again.

"Kane," she begged wanting more. Kane stopped. It was the first time he heard her say his name in years. The desire emitted in her voice almost caused him to lose control, but instead he pulled away from her. Her eyes were a deep emerald – a color he knew came when she was at her horniest.

"What do you want," he asked her in a low growl.

"I want you." She started to unbutton his shirt, but he pushed her hands away and did it quicker.

"Not good enough. What do you want," he asked her. 

"I...want...you...to...fuck...me," she said slowly as she undid his belt.

"Not yet. But I will." He pushed her hands away from her belt and placed them behind her. His mouth reconnected with her tits and she used her hands to stay in place.

His hands moved back to her pussy. His fingers traced her cunt again, but this time moved inside her outer lips.

"You're so wet," he said as his fingers slit up and down stopping to play with her clit occasionally. Each time his fingers encased her clit, Kat moaned with desire and grew wetter. He leaned back to watch her face as one finger slid into her hole. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bit her lower lip. He pumped the finger in and out of her eventually putting in two then three fingers. His paced quickened and he his head down to look straight into her wet hole as his fingers fucked her. He roughed up his pace and moved his tongue to lick the juices seeping from her hole. He forgot how much he loved her musky taste. His mouth moved onto her clit and sucked and bit the swollen knob.

He felt her body stiffened and he thrust his tongue into her pussy as his fingers continued to fuck her. The orgasm encased her body as it tightened around his fingers and tongue and her breathing increased. Her orgasm was intense and her body thrust in exploding ecstasy. He licked away all her cum as she slowly came back into reality.

"I told you I would be back," Kane said as he worked his way back up Kat's body.



Secrets



"That's better," Mary said , he hair still wet as she walked out to greet Brandon, the sudden coolness making her nipples stick out like knobs on a radio. "I'm ready for that joint."

His eyes gave it away. The bloodshot whites like a neon sign flashing his guilt. And the odor. No mistaking that familiar smell in the air.

"Sorry," Brandon said, a different-what was it called?-inflection in his voice. "But I couldn't wait. I saved the other half for you." He pointed to an ashtray on the coffee table. The half smoked joint laying cock-eyed in the ashtray, a lighter next to it.

Suddenly Mary felt exposed, felt like she should cross her arms and hide her nipples. Her now very erect nipples.

"Thanks," was all she could muster.

"Do you mind if I do another shot?" Brandon asked, getting up from his chair and pointing to the kitchen.

"No," Mary replied, sure now, absolutely sure the way he was speaking was different. Not so gay, that was it. And his eyes, not because they were bloodshot, but because of the way they washed over her body like a loofa sponge.

"Would you like another?" Brandon asked from the kitchen.

"Sure," Mary answered, thinking maybe the alcohol was affecting her hearing. She needed to get high, even things out, get on a level plane, because the plane she was on now was anything but level. All those crazy thoughts about seducing Brandon, visualizing his cock, she should have just made herself cum in the shower.

Mary sat on the couch, grabbed the half a joint and lit it. She inhaled deeply, too deeply and it made her cough, gag, feel like she was going to vomit.

"Hey!" Brandon yelled from the kitchen. "I should have warned you, that's some really strong weed."

"Thanks," Mary whispered.

"That will really get you high, though," Brandon said, carrying in two more shots. "Coughing like that really forces it into your lungs and bloodstream. Take another hit. Just not so much this time."

Mary did as she was told, already feeling the effects of the first hit. This time it was better. She didn't cough as much. She did the shot Brandon had placed before her and now she was really off in no-mans-land. Yet she couldn't shake noticing the change in Brandon. Maybe she would stick to her original plan; try and seduce him; satisfy her own curiosity and stifle the lingering, nagging feeling that something wasn't right. Something was amiss.

Brandon sat back down in the arm chair just to Mary's right. "I'm pretty buzzed right now," he said, looking at Mary with those hazy, bloodshot eyes. "How about you?"

And she was both stoned and drunk, staring right back at him. And did his eyes, however slight the movement, just glance down at her nipples, her breasts, her tits? She had seen that I-hope-you-didn't-notice-what-I'm-doing look a million times at work. Men couldn't help it. It was like their eyes were ball-bearings and her breasts the ultimate magnet. But that never happened with Brandon before. Never. Until just now.

"I'm really buzzed too," Mary said. Buzzed, that was funny. Hadn't said that word since high school. 

Mary's mind was racing; convoluted thoughts having trouble connecting into one random, rational thought because she was so high, so horny. And that phony gay persona was gone. That was it. Brandon wasn't flitting and throwing his hands around like he normally did. And he had looked at her breasts, her tits. She was sure of it. Not because she was so stoned or drunk, but because it happened. 

She had come out of the bedroom, dressed like she would have if her girlfriend was over, never giving it a second thought, until...until what? Until she suddenly felt exposed, and then the eyes tilting ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of her braless tits. Dominic looked at them all the time. "Those tits are fucking perfect," he'd say, reaching out to touch them. Thirty-four C cup beauties, stood up on their own, stood up firm even without the support of a bra. 

Then Mary had an idea. An idea to save face for all involved. So she reached down and pulled the tank-top up over her right breast and felt the bottom, no, massaged the bottom like there was an odd pain or something. She exposed the whole breast, the nipple and all, felt, no, massaged the base of the breast like she was doing a self-examination. The snaking tattoo originating from near her bellybutton.

Brandon was silent, her suspicions confirmed. He wasn't gay. The son-of-a-bitch had been playing them all. Playing the customers too. All this time and he was straight as Dominic, or any one of her other boyfriends.

Well, she thought in her insatiable, drug-fueled horniness, he was in for a treat. Teach him a lesson. Turn him on, tell him to get out of his clothes, strip off her own shorts and straddle him in a 69, sucking his cock down her throat at the angle she loved, and grind her pussy into his face, telling him to stick his thumb inside her because the curved angle of the thumb hit the G-spot perfectly and made her have explosive orgasms every time. And as high as she was, there was no telling what she might say or do. She might even tell him to fuck her up the ass, just as another lesson for his homosexual charade. "Thought you might like that," she'd laugh.

Mary could feel the dampness between her legs. She spread them, feeling sexy and horny as hell. Give Mr. Brandon a peak at her wadded up piece of paper. But when she turned to him, her fuck-me face on, she couldn't believe what she saw. There was Brandon, with his hand on his chest, resting there like a he was having an Oh-my-God moment, asleep. Dead asleep, with a grin on his face that had gay written all over it. 

Happy Valentines Day, Mary thought. She leaned back in the couch, relaxing again, not feeling uncomfortable, knowing she had been wrong about Brandon. Hell, must have been the shots and dope. She leaned way back into the couch now, feeling tired and her shorts opened enough to see her pussy from where Brandon sat. And with one eye just slightly open, he enjoyed the view, feigning sleep with a slight grin on his face.



Secrets



If there ever was a reason, I don't know it now. My friend was a little drunk...well; maybe drunk is too strong a word but she was definitely half past giggly. Now you only need to know this about my friend; she is gorgeous! And I mean that in the classical sense of the word. She is a dark Mediterranean beauty born in good ol' Oz, the product of an Italian father and an Aussie mother. Even though she's been my oldest and dearest friend since kindergarten I still can't help feeling that little green imp called envy nibbling at my nape whenever I considered her lithe body.

Now I am not exactly ugly either. I have that blond beach babe look that only the best salon can achieve (and I hold a secret hope that the chemicals used to create that image are not carcinogenic) while my boobs are a little over average size and stand up quite well without the support of a bra. My lesser features include a tendency to freckle up in the summer and a rather prominent nose, the legacy of a French background somewhere in my ancestry. However, leaving all that behind, my husband still thinks the world of me. 

But we were talking about Janice. Sitting here on 'Lazy Boy' lounges, in the late afternoon sunshine, sipping Moët like it is lemonade has rather uninhibited us to the point where skeletons are veritably leaping out of our closets. I never, ever knew that Janice had the 'hots' for Gerald. Why, you should see her hubby. His name is Kristoffer and it is strongly rumored that back in the 'old country' he is a Baron. Tall, Germanic, with hair like sunlight he makes my pussy tingle whenever he beams that radiant smile at me, as he is often wont to do. My own dear Gerald is through and through Aussie. Sun-tanned to almost a mahogany color with deep blue eyes that laugh all the time while his body is well muscled from working outdoors on construction sites. He has inherited the deep, rusty hair color of his Irish ancestors and with it, their humor and their temper. How life can play jokes huh? My Mediterranean friend with her dark good looks ended up with the surname Von Ritter while I, with my Franco-Scandinavian looks ended up with O'Toole. Thank God for the Irish though; I wouldn't trade my hubby in for a dozen leprechauns and all their gold.

"He is sooooo cute! I don't mind admitting that watching his buns as he walks makes my pussy tingle." Janice giggled, snorting a little as Moët bubbles tickled her nose. She had lovely legs. I watched as she lifted them, moving to keep her balance while her head bobbed in giggling fits. It was my husband she was talking about in that intimate way.

"Well actually," I sniffed, cocking my head a little haughtily and trying to focus my champagne affected eyes, "I think your man is an absolute spunk. So there!"

" You do?" Her dark eyes were somewhat unfocused and the way she had them wide open made her look like a cross-eyed owl. 

I snorted into my glass at the thought while waving one hand in front of my face as if to erase those last words.

"Well, I don't mean that I have been panting after him, Janice. I'm merely shaying...um...saying that, summing up all the pros and cons, and being entirely clinical and objective..." I paused for another sip, my eyes looking at her past my brows, watching her expression as she waited for me to finish the sentence.

"What?" She squealed, anticipating my punch-line with glee.

"He's just absolutely fuckable."

She stared at me seemingly for ages, a faint smile playing on those full lips of hers. During that hiatus in conversation she brought her glass to her mouth and imbibed a little more of her 'champers.' I was already beginning to wonder if I had offended her when her smile broke like a splash of sunshine. A little toss of her head sent an errant tress of hair back behind her shoulder.

"Would you?" She asked. 

It was my turn to stare. A small trickle of champagne ran down the wrong way making me cough explosively and I beat my breast open handed to alleviate the burning sensation deep in my throat. Recovering my composure, I set my glass down, my eyes still locked on hers.

"Janice, you are my best friend. I would never do that!" 

Even as I protested I felt a deep sensation somewhere in the lower part of my belly followed by a rush of moisture in the well of my pussy. Half-formed fantasies danced in my head, cavorting and capering, nimbly avoiding my attempts to swat them back into the abyss from whence they came. Averting my eyes from Janice, I sought the bottle and grasped its neck, lifting it towards me with the intention of replenishing my glass. Like a hard, thick green cock, I thought as my fingers wrapped around the glass now warmed by the sun. Now where did THAT thought spring from?

"What if I asked you too?"

Now I really DID choke on my 'champers.' Having replenished my glass, I had taken a hefty sip and it all rushed like an incoming tide into my lungs. I broke into a coughing spasm that caused warm champagne to cascade from my nose and mouth, almost falling off the Lazy Boy in my effort to sit upright. Janice rose from her lounge and began pounding me on the back. Her face bore an expression that was comical, somewhere midway between amusement and concern, but she continued to administer rough first aid until the spasm passed.

"What? What did you say?" My voice was cracked and rough from the champagne douche and my chest still ached from coughing.

Janice had her arm around my shoulder, her nicely rounded butt pushing against me as she sought enough lounge to sit on. Her face was close to mine and she wasn't smiling now but her large, brown eyes were locked on mine.

"C'mon Wanda. It'd be fun. Don't tell me you have never thought about it?"

"Well..." Now my pussy was absolutely soaked. I felt a heat between my legs that even Gerald hadn't been able to kindle in a long while. She was smiling, sensing my hesitation, knowing that the little 'horned' me on my left shoulder was quarrelling with the little 'haloed' me on the right. Damn that 'horned' me! Or should that be Horny Me, but she was winning hands down.

"I guess." My blush rose from the breasts upward, but I smiled a secretive, sexy smile as my big blue eyes met her dark browns. "But why Janice? What would be in it for you?"

Even as I asked the penny dropped. She winked at me and her gaze floated to where the boys stood at the far side of the pool deep in conversation, each with a Carlton Crown Lager in their hand. Gerald was gesticulating on a point, his back arching toward us. The way he arched back caused his butt cheeks to clench in a most alluring way. Janice actually gasped, grasped her left breast and stroked it twice before returning her attention to me. My head was nodding slowly as my eyes appraised my husband's posterior. How many times had my hands caressed those twin mounds of muscle? How often had I used all my strength to draw him against me, feeling his hard cock slide so deep into my eager cunt that I would gasp in ecstasy? 

"Swapsies?" I whispered, looking back into her eyes. Her grin was deliciously wicked as she nodded thrice. 

I shifted my glance to her husband. Kristoffer was as blonde as I, with aquamarine eyes that could be warm as a summer's breeze and sparkle like the bay on a mild sunny day. His early years as a professional tennis player had sculpted him into a Teutonic God, lithe limbs with rippling muscle tanned beautifully due to countless hours under the sun. His days as Austria's champion ended upon meeting and marrying Janice. Their move to Australia made sporting headlines around the globe, but today he merely owned a small chain of sporting stores and spent a lot of time in the gym.

Of course my thoughts of having him as a lover dragged my eyes down over his deep chest and hard belly until I was looking at the bulge concealed by his Speedo bathers. They were the skin-tight type often favored by young Italian men and, even dry, did little to hide the equipment. My lust must have shown clearly on my face because Janice's smile widened. She extended her slim, well-manicured hand and I grasped it to seal the deal.

"But..." 

"What?" She lost the grin and looked quizzical.

"They mustn't know." I whispered. This must be our secret, okay?"

Again that sunny smile as she shook my hand again. "Okay, whatever you say, girlfriend. Who's going first?"

It was my turn to smile and I could almost feel my small horny self dance a little jig to my left. I patted her on the knee and gave her a slow wink.

"You offered me first, remember?"

"Okay." Her shrug indicated that she had already thought that would be the case. Rising smoothly to her feet Janice crossed to her own Lazy Boy and flopped upon it, sipping from her drink. We fell silent, content with sipping champagne and quietly appraising the other's spouse as a potential fuck as the afternoon fell lazily towards evening.

* * * * *

Tuesday dawned gray and weeping, though the temperature remained in the high twenties. My first look at the low-slung clouds and steady drizzle caused a frown as I knew any outside activities would be a wash-out at least until well after lunch. Everything in the house was immaculate thanks to my ardent attention to household chores the previous day, leaving me with little else to do than entertain myself. I'm not really a T.V. person and, although I don't mind watching an occasional episode of Ophra or a girlie-flick, I'd much rather be spending my time on something more constructive. My eyes glanced again at my rain-soaked garden where gangs of slimy raiders would, even now, be marauding through my well-tended plants. Soon as the rain stops, I'll be out there with the Baygon, I thought gleefully. The phone rang. It was Janice.

"Hi Wanda. Lovely weather for ducks huh?" I could tell she was calling on her mobile phone.

"Bloody rain." I replied, "I thought it was supposed to be summer? Well at least it isn't cold huh? What's up?"

"Do you still have that leaky tap in your bathroom?"

I hesitated, my brow furrowing at the twist in conversation. "Yes, I haven't got around to calling a plumber yet. Gerald was going to get one of his mates to check it out. Why?"

"I'm driving into town at the moment to do some shopping and have my hair done. Kristoffer is home alone watching a movie. Give him a call and ask him to look at it for you."

"Well, OK." I felt myself blushing as our tipsy conversation of Sunday came back to me. She was setting me up with her hubby. 

"And, Wanda...?"

"Yes?"

"That movie he is watching? It is a brand new porno I bought for him entitled 'Lonely Housewives Revisited' About women alone at home calling in tradesmen and seducing them. I bet he will be horny as hell when he comes over."

"Okay." I didn't know what to say. My legs were suddenly weak and my knees trembled but at the same time I felt a wash of heat in my groin.

"Have fun, Girlfriend. I wont be back for at least three hours."

After Janice disconnected I stood holding the telephone to my breasts and gazing across my yard towards Kristoffer and Janice's house, directly across the road. Gerald was away until Friday at a construction job up north, on one of the new mining sites that was turning into a town. The house was uninterruptedly mine until then, but to invite Kristoffer over and seduce him? I couldn't...could I? My fingers danced on the keypad and I am sure I heard the little horned 'me' laughing wickedly on my left shoulder.

"Hi Kristoffer, it's Wanda. You busy?" Watching a porno, I thought. Probably has his hand wrapped around that gorgeous cock of his. Damn I wish I could watch that.

"Um...Not really. Just taking in a movie." His voice was deep and richly modulated. I felt a tingle up my spine and a new flood of wetness in my cunt. "Would you be a dear and come over? I have this leaky tap that is driving me nuts. I was wondering if you'd look at it for me?"

"Sure. Give me a few minutes and I'll be there."

I hung the phone up, my hand trembling like a schoolgirl on her first heavy date. My heart was skipping and fluttering as if a wild little creature was capering in my chest. Clothes! I needed to find something suitable to wear! I knew I only had scant minutes, but I could change into 'something more comfortable' 

By the time my doorbell rang I was wearing my lime green halter with no bras and a short lemon colored tennis skirt, under which were skimpy snow-white nylon panties that would show off my butt-cheeks nicely. My self-appraisal in the mirror caused me to think, Damn! I look good. I smoothed my skirt with both hands and told myself to stop trembling. God I was so wet! I felt my pussy juices soaking my panties as I opened the door with a smile.

"Hi." I said from behind the door, my head only poking around with a Cheshire-cat's smile that I hoped was dazzling.

"Hello Wanda. Shall I come in?" He grinned and held up a small toolbox for me to appraise.

"Oh, sorry. Of course." I stepped back and let the door swing wide open. His eyes traveled down my body, lingering on my half exposed tits, then down to my crutch before coming back up to eye contact again. It was the way men always seemed to greet me but I didn't mind. Hey, if you got it, flaunt it. Right?

"You look terrific today." He stepped through the door and I closed it behind him.

I took the lead and made sure my hips were swaying -- just a little bit -- as I ushered him towards the bathroom.

"Damn tap has been dripping for weeks. Gerald just hasn't got around to fixing it."

"No problems. I'm sure I can fix it for you." 

I could feel his eyes on my butt. At that moment I hoped he hadn't satisfied himself watching that porno. I stepped into the bathroom and over to the spa bath in the corner. The cold-water faucet was dripping at a steady rate even though I'd tightened the tap as hard as I could. Kristoffer was still behind me so I bent forward, making a great show of pointing out the drips. I knew where Kristoffer's eyes were centered as my skirt rose up high on my hips.

"See. It really does need plugging." I said, innocently.

"Oh yes. It sure does need plugging." Kristoffer replied. I heard his voice had thickened, so I turned my head to look at him and smiled. My eyes glanced down at his sweat-pants and I saw he was bulging. Obviously I'd called before he'd finished his hand-job, watching porn starlets getting nailed and faking orgasms.

"Well then, big boy. I'll let you get to work." I turned and swayed past him making sure my nipples brushed his arm along the way. At the door I turned and wriggled my fingers at him in a seductive little wave. "I'll be in the kitchen when you're done. Come and collect your reward." My lips pouted in a silent kiss and I left him to it. Oh, fuck! I could have raped him right there on the bathroom floor. I was so horny it almost hurt.

The whole task was finished in less than five minutes. Kristoffer had merely turned off the water, routed out the barrel of the tap and replaced an ailing washer. He didn't even get his hands dirty doing it. I stood near the stove pretending to stir a pot I had on very low heat when he entered. He leaned in the doorway and his eyes again sought my butt, unashamedly this time I thought.

"All done. Is there anything else that needs plumbing?" He asked. I smirked and lowered my eyelids. "I think I could always find something that would require a tool" Kristoffer laughed and came further into the kitchen. "You said something about a reward?"

"Oooh yes. Hold on." I opened the refrigerator and reached for a small bottle of Crown Larger, that were conveniently placed on the lower shelf. My ass would be bared for him to scrutinize during the task. As my hand closed around the neck of the bottle I felt Kristopher press himself against me and his warm hand fell gently on the cheek of my ass. "That wasn't the reward I was hoping for." He whispered. I put the bottle back on the shelf and turned into his arms pressing my tits and my pussy hard against him. "It wasn't the reward I was offering." I replied as my mouth sought his.

My tongue slid into the warm cavity of his mouth and I felt his tongue stroking it as we kissed. His hands clenched my buttocks and I felt his hard, muscular cock like a vertical shaft against my lower belly. Still kissing him deeply I reached down and grasped the back of his thigh, rubbing and squeezing as I moved my pussy against his cock. Slowly my hand caressed higher and higher, moving around until that monster of his was under my palm. Fuck, it felt good. My cunt was tingling with desire. Without further ado I thrust my hand inside the waistband of his sweat-pants and grabbed his muscular monster in a firm strangle hold. His hands came up and grasped my tits, slipping them easily out of the halter. His fingers clamped around my nipples and began squeezing and massaging them. God, oh God that felt so good! I slipped his cock out of the sweatpants. Our kiss disengaged and I looked briefly into his eyes seeing the flames of passion burning in them, then I looked down at that delicious cock I had coveted unseen for so long.

He really was a God! The cock I held was much thicker than Gerald's! It was hard as a rock and looked totally eatable. My knees, still a little weak, bent involuntarily and I sank onto them with my eyes firmly fixed on that delicious shaft with its purple head already oozing pre-cum. Sweet joy as my lips curled around him and I felt his cock slip into my mouth. My hand moved on his shaft in slow, gentle strokes as my tongue teased his swollen helmet. His pre-cum tasted like nectar as I sucked on him in short bursts. I knew that if I kept this up it wouldn't be long before he would squirt his load and I really didn't want that to happen too quickly. There were three hours to enjoy him in and I intended to make the most of it.

I released his cock and stood up again, smiling an impish smile. His hands sought my tits while I rested mine on his broad shoulders intending to give him the opportunity to roam. He did. His right hand slipped along my waist and over my pubic mound, then dipped between my partly spread legs. I felt him probe under my panties and then he slipped his index finger into the wet well of my eager cunt. It was as if an angel, or a devil was fucking me. That thick, agile digit worked in and out rubbing along my hard clit as it dipped deep inside of me. I felt an orgasm rising and spread my legs even further, lowering myself to get even more of his agile finger inside me.

"Oh Kristoffer! My God! I am going to cum!" I was gasping, writing like a schoolgirl on her first fuck. 

His face closed with mine. "Hmmmm...Let it cum, babe. Let me feel your hot sweet juices." And he kissed me again, this time thrusting his tongue into my mouth and exploring feverishly. That was all it took, in addition to that questing finger. My clit was electric now and the spasms began deep inside my belly. My pussy lips clenched around his finger as he thrust it in extra deep and then my orgasm swept through me like an electric fire. I gushed. Hot cum flowed down my legs, covering is fingers and his hand. I stood shuddering as I climaxed again and again. 

"Oh my God! Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, Kristoffer! Oh yes. I want to fuck you so bad..." I am not sure if I was in control of the words. They tumbled from my mouth, unbidden as my brain exploded in a splendid array of fireworks; at least a million dollar display of colors going off in my head.

I was putty in this man's hands and he knew it. His hands came gently around my back and I arched against him letting him take my weight. Next I knew my feet were off the ground and he was carrying me backwards until my ass came up against the kitchen table. One heave and I was seated on the edge, my legs wide apart. My eyes dropped down to see his delicious cock thrusting proudly into the air not more than a few centimeters from my gaping cunt. My hot juices were still trickling as he pushed himself against me and that hot, throbbing knob came slipping between my pussy lips, seeking entry into my sweet, pink passage. The first thrust made me gasp in awe. It felt as if a baby elephant was probing me and I spread wider, moving my ass perilously close to the edge of the table to get him all into me. He was supporting me and I knew I could trust him not to let me fall.




Secrets



"Oh baby, baby. Oh yes! Feel my cock inside you. Oh I have wanted to fuck you for a long time." His voice was low and course, vibrant with the flood of testosterone that coursed through his veins. He began thrusting in and out, slowly at first then getting faster and faster. My tits were bouncing and I felt my nipples rubbing up and down along his chest. I moved my ass back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. He was in so deep I could feel his balls slapping against my ass each time he thrust his massive cock into me. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh, Kris. Baby, Honey...Fuck me, fuck me!" My head was thrown back and I watched the light show against the ceiling; a light show of pleasing explosions that were going off in my head.

"I want your cum in me!" I cried and he rammed his cock in so hard that I thought he would bruise his balls against my buttocks.

"Oh fuck...I'm cumming!" he moaned through gritted teeth. Even as he said it I felt the familiar convulsions of an orgasm begin within. "Oh yes, baby! I'm cumming too!" I was almost yelling, holding him tightly and pressing my cunt hard against him to get his cock in as deep as I could. Then he came. I felt a hot rush of sticky cream washing deep inside my pussy. His cock pulsed once, twice, three times and then I contracted. The result was a flooding orgasm like I'd never experienced before. It was as if a dam had burst and my juices swirled, mixing with his cum. That afternoon we fucked and played for almost all of the three hours Janice had set aside for us and even as I suggested Kristoffer should go home before his wife returned, I wished he would stay just a little longer. 

* * * * *

Wednesday lunch saw Janice and me at Swashbuckler's Restaurant, hunched together at a cozy table for two where we could chat without much likelihood of being overheard. I'd chosen a baguette with a Caesar salad filling but most of it stayed on my plate as we lost ourselves in our conversation.

"Well!" She had started, even before we had fully settled into our chairs. Her eyes were shining like a kid awaiting Christmas. "Did he come onto you?" She covered her glossed lips with one hand and bobbed her head as she awaited my reply.

"He never had a chance." I replied. "You know that cute little green halter top and lemon skirt?" 

She giggled into her hand and nodded.

"Well, that and some skimpy panties did the trick along with having to bend over a couple of times to show him things."

At that we both burst out laughing and several people stopped to stare at us probably wondering what the joke was.

"He didn't need too much encouragement, but then I guess that porn movie already had him horny."

Janice shook her hair back and nodded. "Yes, I knew it would set the scene. So tell me everything. How was it?"

"It was magnificent. God, his fingers! The way he used them on my pussy I just wanted to cum straight away."

"Oh yes. He does have a way with that. I still love it when he plays with my clit and then finger-fucks me so deep, even after all these years." 

Janice sipped her latte and looked at me over the rim of her cup. I loved those eyes of hers. So dark and yet so friendly; no wonder songs have been written about Mediterranean eyes. Hers were gorgeous.

"Did you enjoy it when he fucked you?" She asked.

"Mmmmm...I didn't realize what a nice thick long cock he has! God it was nice, like my pussy felt crammed full. Gerald's cock isn't small by any means, but your man is enormous."

"Glad you enjoyed it, honey. And I am sure that I will enjoy Gerald's too. Have you thought of a plan to get us alone yet?"

"Well I was thinking you said to me some time ago you needed to renovate your kitchen. Perhaps you can come over and ask Gerald for advice. After all he is a builder. I could be in a hurry to go out shopping and so leave you two alone."

"Ooooo...!" Janice squealed delightedly. "You are so cunning. When?" 

I thought briefly. "Doesn't Kristoffer play golf on Saturdays?"

She grinned and nodded. Saturday it would be. Besides, as she knew, Saturday was my normal shopping day so it would not look odd for me to want to go and Gerald hated shopping. He always tried to duck out of going if he could.

* * * * *

I was dressed and ready by 9:00am but Gerald had busied himself with some paperwork and was not ready to go. This was true to his usual form and normally I would stamp my foot and show him my cross face until he dragged himself out of his deep leather 'Think chair' and change from his 'around-the-house' track pants into more suitable shopping attire. Instead I looked nervously through the window and across at Janice and Kristoffer's house. I had seen Kristoffer leave for his golf day over twenty minutes ago so I knew Janice was home alone. When the phone rang I jumped guiltily, but Gerald didn't notice. He picked the receiver up and spoke into it.

"Hi, this is Gerald O'Toole." He looked at me as he listened. I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but I knew Janice had engaged her plan. My purse and keys were on the kitchen sideboard so I left him to the conversation and fetched them knowing exactly what the outcome of the call would be.

When I came back into the lounge room Gerald was hanging up the phone, and he turned to me as I entered, a slight smile on his lips.

"Sorry hon. I'll have to take a rain check on the shopping. That was Janice. She wants me to come and go over some designs for her kitchen, says she intends to renovate soon."

"Hmmmm. Must be your unlucky day. I guess you will have to miss out on the weekly shopping huh?

"Yes." He gave me his sad puppy-dog look which always cracks me up. "And I was so looking forward to going with you."

"Liar!" I laughed. "Go on then. I know she's been talking about it for a while now. I guess she has finally decided to start."

He got out of the chair and gave me a hug, squeezing his body against me, and kissed me. I could feel his cock against my thigh, not erect but still nice and warm and intimate. A desire came over me to reach down and play with it until he got hard, but I knew that would lead to a fuck session and Janice would miss out, so I resisted the move and pulled gently away.

"I got to go honey. I want to get to the shops before the rush starts. And don't forget I am visiting Germane for lunch so I won't be home until about 3:00 o'clock." 

Germane was another great friend of mine and Janice's from the 'old days.' She had remained single and now ran a very successful law firm in the city. I usually tried to catch up with her once every few weeks.

"Cool. I'll slip over to Janice's and see if I can help her with her project. See you later then. Love ya!"

I smiled as he opened the front door and gave me a little wave. In my mind I imagined him fucking Janice not too long from now. I knew he wouldn't say no. I'd seen how he looked at her at times whenever he thought no one was watching. Still, Janice was not going to make it easy for him to say no. I grinned and shook my head, snatched up the keys and my purse, and headed out the door.

* * * * *

When Germaine had settled me with my cup of green tea with jasmine (in a thin china cup) she sat down in her comfy chair. I'd been to her place a lot and I knew every detail about the place. Especially about that chair; it was her favorite and it was where she always sat. I sipped the fragrant tea trying not to burn my tongue. Somewhere a few kilometers away my husband would be up to his balls in my best friend and I could picture her long, well-tanned legs wrapped around his ass and hugging him tightly. Somehow it excited me and I felt a twinge between my legs at the images of them going for it. Germaine had been giving me a rundown of her week, spicing up the narrative with a few anecdotes of clients behavior when things either went well or didn't. I nodded and tittered in all the right places and tried to push thoughts of Gerald and Janice to the background. Bloody hell I was horny, though! I was hoping that Gerald would still have enough left in him to give me a good fucking later. No chance of sneaking off and meeting up with Kristoffer. He wouldn't get home until very late from his golf day.

"Earth to Wanda."

I set the cup down and focused on Germaine. She was smiling and looking at me with her head tilted to one side. 

"Penny for them" She continued.

"Sorry, I was miles away." I shook my head and put the cup and saucer down on the coffee table. I was feeling hot and flustered and there was a warm dampness between my legs. I could really use a fuck right now, I thought as I forced myself to concentrate on the conversation. "Where were we?"

"I was asking about Gerald." she prompted. "Doesn't he usually go shopping with you Saturdays?"

"Yes, usually but Janice had plans for him." Yes, I thought, plans to fuck his brains out while I was shopping. Oh dear, I was so horny! 

Germaine smiled. "None of my business, but you leave him alone with Janice?" 

"Yes, it's all good." 

Now here was the strangest sensation. I felt compelled to talk about our little 'arrangement' to Germaine. Not only because she was a close mutual friend and our secrets were always safe with her, but it was something of a voyeur's thrill that came over me.

"He's probably screwing her brains out right now." There, I said it. It was out. I watched as Germaine's eyes grew huge. 

"You know that? And you don't mind?"

"Well, I had a three hour session with Kristoffer last Tuesday. It's only fair." And so I went into the dare Janice and I had gotten into and how we had manipulated the two boys into swapping in such a way that they didn't realize their wives had set up the swap.

When I had finished Germaine was rocking in her chair, clapping her hands in glee. "Oh, now that is priceless." She said. 

"Anyway," I concluded. "For some reason just thinking of Janice with her legs clamped around Gerald and his cock pounding her pussy is making me feel very horny."

"Mmm...I can understand that." Germaine stood and crossed to her liquor cabinet. She liked Bailey's Irish Cream and now poured some into two big brandy glasses adding an ice cube to each glass from a dispenser in her bar fridge. She carried them over to me and handed me one, bending close to my ear as I took it from her.

"Makes me horny too, thinking of you and Janice having such nice long fucking sessions." She spoke barely above a whisper, and when she finished, gave me a quick kiss on the lips. The kiss lingered like a smoldering ember as she walked calmly back to her chair. I brushed my fingers slowly over the spot where her lips had met mine and my eyes studied her as she crossed the small space between our chairs. Germaine had long dark legs and a nice full figure. Her breasts were high and pert; her eyes sparkled brightly as she swung her gaze on me as she sat down. 

"Ever tried it with a woman, Wanda?" She asked in a conversational tone. I had known Germaine leaned that way for a long time, but had never actually thought about 'doing it' with her. I thought again about Janice and how occasionally I would feel that little pang of jealousy for her tanned legs and her sultry Mediterranean looks. Had I subconsciously lusted after her all these years? There was confusion in my mind, but the thought of 'doing it' with another woman didn't repel me. But I wasn't a lesbian. I focused my thoughts on Gerald but that didn't help as Janice was there also still banging away with him. God, but she had such long, lovely legs! Not Janice, Germaine! Well, Janice had nice legs too but I was looking at Germaine, letting my eyes study her body. Her long black hair cascaded down to her shoulders and she wore only light makeup, except for her lip gloss which was a dark red, almost blood color, highlighting her fine African features. I realized her question still hung in the air and all my thoughts between that question and this instant had occurred in less than two seconds.

"No, I can't say I have." I took a sip of the Baileys to hide the nervousness that threatened to unsteady my hand. Germaine's right hand had wandered to her breast and she was lightly stroking her erect nipple through the thin top she wore. 

"But the thought is not unappealing...right?" 

Those ruby lips of hers curled slightly and her dark eyelids drooped, covering her eyes until I could barely see them as crescents under her lashes.

"Oh, dear! I-I don't know what to say, Germaine." I stuttered slightly and I could feel my cheeks reddening. "I am not a lesbian, I have a husband..."

She put her finger to her lips. The gesture started as a 'shushing' one, but then she stroked her mouth slowly, sensuously, turning it into a sexual one.

"Merely labels, my dear. We know who we are, and what we are and the truth is beyond the labels that others chose for us."

I had placed the drink on the coffee table and watched, fascinated as Germaine toyed with her nipple. I could see it pushing through the silky fabric, poking out at me like an accusing finger. 'Admit it Wanda O'Toole. The thought of it is turning you on!'

And it was. I could feel my own nipples begin to harden and Germaine's smile widened as my own hand reached up towards my right breast. Then I was stroking my nipple as I watched Germaine stroke hers.

"Soothing isn't it?" Germaine asked. I nodded and started a circular pattern around the hardening node that crowned my right breast. It produced a warm electric tingle that thrilled me.

"Do you use toys at home?" She asked. 

"Toys?"

"You know. Vibrators. Dildos, that kind of thing." 

I must have reddened even more as Germaine gave a giggle and added, "You know, when you masturbate." 

My God, now I really wasn't sure what to say. I remember someone once said, 'If you admit you masturbate you're a fool. If you deny it, you're a liar.' But this was Germaine, a really old and close friend.

"Do you?" I replied in a weak voice.

"What? Masturbate or use a vibrator?" She replied, now obviously teasing me. "Actually the answer is 'yes,' to both questions." 

Her smile was now devilish and her hand had crept inside her blouse. She was bra-less so I knew that she was playing with her unfettered nipple under there and the thought made my pussy tingle. I didn't reply right away, but sat watching her and rubbing and tweaking my own breasts that were now becoming highly sensitive. I wished someone was sucking on them.

Germaine had slumped in her seat as she massaged her boobs. She had thrown her left leg over the chair's arm causing her skirt to ride up and expose her panties. They were lemon colored and, I suspected, expensive silk. As I watched, her free hand dropped over her pubic bulge and she began massaging her pussy in rhythm with the other hand that was massaging her breast, and a low moan issued from her as she took herself to sexual pleasure.

I remembered an afternoon long ago. I had played a fierce game of hockey with my local team, the Spitfires, and we had won a tough game. Afterwards we had hit the showers and I recall Tracy Mills had been next to me. She was a big busted girl with an incredibly hairy snatch and I had been fascinated, watching her vigorously soaping herself. She had noticed my interest and had grinned at me, then parted her pussy lips with her fingers, showing me its pink depths. Simultaneously she had blown me a kiss then she had turned away and continued washing. I vaguely recalled my feeling at that; mixed up, not sure how I felt, embarrassed. It was a scene I'd thought I'd forgotten. Tracy never mentioned it and the memory had slipped into the subterranean vault of my mind.

Germaine had worked her fingers in under the leg band of her panties and I could see her knuckles pressing against the fabric as her fingers sank deep into her pussy and began slipping in and out. My own pussy was so soaked I could feel dew drops trickle between the cheeks of my ass. Oh how much I needed a fuck right now. My own fingers began to wander, my left hand feeling for my breasts while my right played high on my thigh, stroking the sensitive inner surface of my leg near my panty line. I was staring at Germaine's groin where her hand was busy, mesmerized by the sexy action that was going on behind the yellow fabric. Slowly I let my fingers creep along my thigh until I was tickling my pussy through my white cotton panties, the crutch soaking wet from juices that my sexual excitement had caused to flow from me. It felt good; the touch of cloth, the movement of my finger slowly circling. My pussy was tingling and screaming to be pampered. Just at that moment Germaine peeled her panties aside and exposed her pussy, wide open and hot pink, for me to see.

"Want to touch me?" She whispered, a smile spreading on her lips. "C'mon, I know you do."

And she was right! I wanted to. I had never touched another woman's pussy in all my life and I wanted to.

Like a sleepwalker I moved up off my seat and crossed to her, slipping onto my knees in front of her comfy chair. Germaine moved her other leg over the arm of the chair opposite the one already positioned so. Now she was lounging back with her legs stretched wide apart, her panties pulled to one side and her fingers spreading her pussy lips open.

"C'mon Wanda. Touch me. I want to feel your fingers on my pussy."

I reached out hesitantly. I remember when I was a lot younger and curiosity had caused me to get a hand mirror. I was in the bathroom and had just finished my shower during which I had masturbated until I'd cum. For some reason I decided I wanted to see my pussy up close and since I was not double jointed, the only way I could think of was the hand mirror. It was one of those two-sided mirrors with one side reflecting normal size and the other a magnified size; about 2:1 ratio or something like that. I spent several minutes using both sides in turns, staring at my pussy reflected in the mirror, massaging it and spreading it so I could see right inside.

My fingers touched Germaine's pussy with a gentle stroke and I felt the velvet softness of her. She moaned and raised her hips improving my access and I began to explore. My finger found her clit and I started gently massaging it, feeling it swell as I caressed it. 

"Oh my God, Wanda! Oh...yes! She moaned. 

I slipped my finger into her pussy and began slowly finger-fucking her, feeling the wetness and the warmth of her as her hips gyrated in rhythm. Her clit was standing out from its little sheath, a sweet, tiny berry waiting to be sucked. Suddenly I wanted to know her taste so bad that all my reservations evaporated. Lowering my face between her thighs, I sought that little node out and placed my lips around it.

* * * * *

Janice and Kristoffer came over shortly after supper and we soon left the two boys in the lounge room under the watchful eye of the television, watching the latest football clash while we retired to the family room where we could talk outside of the earshot of the boy's.

"Well? I asked her. "Was it good? Tell me everything."

"It was wonderful, Wanda. Gerald has a beautiful cock and really uses it well." 

We broke into giggles for a moment before Janice could resume her story:

"Well...After you left Gerald came over with his tape measure and stuff. I was dressed in that nice little flared navy blue skirt that goes about mid thigh, the one with the white pin stripes around the edge? I was not wearing a bra and had on that lovely thin semi-transparent halter that you gave me last Christmas..."

"You are totally wicked!" I interrupted, my giggles making that statement one of admiration, not condemnation.

Janice touched my arm lightly and continued with her story. Her touch sent a strange tingle through me and briefly I thought about my new experience with Germaine, and I thought of Janice's sweet body which I had always admired so much...Lusted after? There was sweet confusion in my mind, and I had to force the thoughts away as Janice returned to her story.




Secrets



"He was so funny, trying not to look at my breasts while he spoke to me. He even blushed like a naughty school boy."

Again we giggled, this time holding each other's hands and bringing our cheeks together briefly.

"Of course I helped him with his tape and we measured the kitchen. Whenever I bent or stretched I made sure he got a nice glimpse of my goodies. That lemon colored thong doesn't cover much."

Janice's eyes gleamed as she went into the naughty part of her story. 

"It didn't take much after that; a little suggestive banter, an accidental rub against his crotch as I passed him. Soon I saw the huge bulge in his trousers and the next thing I know we were in each other's arms with our tongues probing deeply in the other's mouth. His hand on my breast was trembling as he massaged my nipples, but mine was too as I cupped his hard erection and began stroking him through the trousers."

She paused and sipped her Earl Grey. Her eyes were studying me over the cup and her lips were curled in a little smile as she waited for me to comment.

"We fucked in the kitchen first." She continued. "He had me bent over the bench, tore my thong down and entered me from behind. God what a fuck! When he came I thought it was going to go on forever."

"Oh Janice, I bet it felt wonderful! I love it when he does me doggy." I said. My mind flashed up joined images; short snippets of every doggy fuck Gerald and I had ever had in the few years we have known each other. My pussy felt moist just remembering his cock plunging into me, almost knocking the breath from me as he pounded me forwards and pulled me back, reaching under me to grab my swinging breasts and squeeze my nipples. I remember the rush inside me as his cum gushed forth so deep...so deep.

"It was. We had a great morning, Wanda. Gerald fucked me three more times after that and I confess my pussy was glad for the rest after he went home."

Our giggles lasted even longer that time and we hugged each other in the knowledge that our little conspiracy had worked out -- we had managed to seduce each other's man without their knowledge that it was prearranged.

As our giggles subsided I looked into Janice's eyes, still holding her close as she held me. I was feeling a desire but it caused a thrill of fear as I'd never expressed such feelings for her. Indeed, what I had always believed was envy for her Latin beauty I now realize had always been desire, denied and disguised, but desire non-the-less.

"I went for coffee at Germaine's." I whispered. 

"Cool. How is she?" 

"Good. Did you know she likes women?"

"Likes women? You mean...?"

I nodded, my eyes still fixed on Janice's. She was thinking over what I'd just said, still holding me in her arms as I held her.

"She told you?"

I shook my head ever so slightly. "She showed me."

Janice's eyes widened and her stare seemed to go on forever. I felt a blush rising to my face and my mind tumbled into an emotional eddy. God, Janice. Say something!

Then her face creased into a smile. "You had sex with Germaine?" She whispered excitedly.

I nodded a quick, nervous nod and tittered like a school girl noticing we were still embraced in our hug.

"Oh my God, but that is so cool!" Janice squeaked and planted a wet kiss on my mouth. I responded, kissing her back. There was no thought in it, I didn't even know if that was what Janice wanted or if she would even like it, but I kissed her back. She melted further into my arms, her tongue entered into my mouth and I felt her hand upon my thigh moving slowly upwards towards my wet pussy.

"This will be another secret we will keep from the boys." She murmured as my hand found her full breast and my fingers began teasing her nipples.

* * * * *

THE END

RogTom © 2007 



Secrets



Walking into a room with the two of them inside, an outsider would sense their connection immediately. They shared that particular kind of mutual lust that manages to completely exclude all others, yet keep them entranced in its spell all the same, bestowing a longing to know its depths upon the observer. No matter...these two weren't going to share their secrets.

The first time it happened was a surprise for both women. Neither had known the true depths of each other's sexuality at that stage, and their lovemaking was rushed and frenzied at first, both of them desperately craving release, needing to experience everything each other had to offer all at once. The fact that both of them were in serious relationships only added to the clandestine nature of their union, fueling the spark of feeling between them. Over time however, as friendships deepened and developed, the spark didn't so much as die down or fade, as reach a steadiness, an undercurrent that was always there, but not often explored. Monique had settled into domestic bliss with her partner, Paul, with the acquisition of a comfortable 3 bedroom home in suburbia. Tanya and Marcus had recently become engaged and were also enjoying the day to day joys of cohabitation. Under the veneer of normalcy and respectability, however, the embers of desire still burnt between the two women, and it was only a matter of time before the fire started...

It was a typical girly shopping trip that had led to their latest encounter. With the purchase of new lingerie in mind, something intended for sharing with their boys, they headed together to the lingerie boutique that had recently opened in their local shopping mall. But for weeks beforehand, there had been that burning feeling of sexual need in Tanya's stomach, and every time she looked at Monique and read the message in her hungry eyes, she knew it was mutual. It was likely that both of them knew, or at least had some idea, of what might happen on this particular shopping trip, but neither wanted to stop it from occurring.

In the store, manned only by a bored looking sales assistant who eyed them once as they walked in, then immediately returned to her magazine, Monique selected a black and white pinstripe bra and panty set and looked up at Tanya questionably for approval.  

It was at that eye contact that they finally gave in to their desires and the events of the next few moments were sealed. Without a word, Monique grabbed Tanya's hand and led her to the secluded changing room, swiftly pulling the flimsy curtain shut behind them. For a moment both girls simply stared at each other, breathing slightly heavily, flushes rising on their cheeks as they considered their next moves. "I suppose I should really do what I came for and try this set on then?" questioned Monique, with a cheeky little grin at Tanya's visible jolt of lust.

"Oh babe...please..." was all she could whisper in reply.

Still holding eye contact with Tanya, Monique began to slowly undress, button by button removing the collared blouse she was wearing to expose a perfect set of d-cup breasts, encased in a lacy, revealing bra, which she then also removed, with a knowing smile. She was enjoying this, the feeling of power she had over Tanya, watching her eyes dilate and swell at the sight of her bare skin, knowing how excited she could make her feel. As she slipped out of her jeans and heard Tanya's gasp, she grabbed her hand and lowered it to her bare, shaved pussy. "No panties today then?" was all Tanya could manage to say. Monique again grinned, her azure blue eyes glinting mischievously. 

"I wanted to feel my pussy rubbing against the seam of my jeans and think of you...Feel how wet it is for you babe...been thinking of your hand and mouth down there all morning..." She wasn't kidding, thought Tanya. Her pussy was slick with juices and Tanya's hand slipped over her clit and swollen lips easily, which were almost leading her fingers into the slippery warmth. Monique moaned ever so softly and tossed her long blonde hair back as Tanya began kiss at her neck and slide her fingers inside and out of her pussy, simultaneously rubbing at her clitoris with the flat of her thumb. Tanya knew she had to taste the unbelievable wetness of her lover and bent to her knees before her. 

Up close, her pussy was even more beautiful that she had remembered, all pink and swollen and exuding that hot, sweet scent. Leaning in and dipping her head, she took her first long, slow lick over Monique's sex, letting her tongue flick briefly back and forth over her clit, then beginning to lick and suck hungrily at her soaking wet slit. As Monique parted her legs wider to allow Tanya's searching mouth further access to her sex, Tanya surprised her and elicited a gasp of shocked pleasure as she began to work her tongue all the way down to her most secret, private place and prise her open there with the blade of her tongue, flaying her tight, sweet little rosebud with her mouth as Monique wriggled and squirmed with lust. Tanya began licking and tasting her way back up to Monique's throbbing clit, noting how amazing the taste of her was, sweet, musky and slightly tangy all at once. She suddenly had to bring her fingers to her own pussy, which was growing just as wet and slick in response, just to assuage some of the feelings licking at Monique had generated. Sliding two fingers back inside Monique's warmth, she sucked and nibbled gently at her clit whilst strumming the fingers of her other hand across her own. 

She could hear Monique's breathing becoming heavier and faster and knew she was close to orgasm. Driving her fingers deeper, faster, in and out of Monique's pussy she felt it start to tighten and suck at her fingers, felt her own hips moving in unison with Monique's as she rubbed at herself even harder. Monique's breathing was now coming in short little gasps, and her pussy was making squelching wet sounds over Tanya's fingers as she ground herself up and down on them. Tanya could barely breathe herself, trying as she was to maintain control and not squeal and moan too loudly, whilst licking and nibbling away at Monique's clit at the same time. Suddenly she felt Monique's body stiffen and her pussy begin to twitch and tighten over her pumping fingers. Tanya looked up at expression of rapture on Monique's face, saw her open her eyes and look down into her own, and then she was being pulled up into a long and deep kiss, feeling the shuddering power of Monique's orgasm almost through her own body. Rubbing at her own clit faster she felt herself descend into the depths of her own earth shattering orgasm. They kissed harder, teeth clashing together with the force of it, both needing to suppress the cries that threatened to escape from their mouths. As the shakes and waves finally subsided, Tanya eased her fingers from her friends slippery warmth and licked them clean, savouring the final taste of her. They held each other for a few long moments before finally parting to look at each other once more.

Monique was the first to break the silence. "Ok girl, think I'm definitely going to have to buy this set now, to make up for the shameless use of the facilities!" 

"Sweet babe...hope it actually fits, I think we've probably spent quite enough time in here, don't you?" laughed Tanya. 

"Our little secret, ok hun?" said Monique with a wink. Dressing quickly and giving Tanya's hand a final squeeze, she pulled back the curtain and the two girls walked out into the store, where the sales girl, totally oblivious to their flushed faces and guilty looks, was still flicking through her magazine, looking bored as ever.



Secrets



I was wearing panties that day under my black denim jeans, a habit that went back a few weeks to the Halloween party given by my sister at her home. My Brooke Shields impersonation that night, a very good one, led to jokes that I could date a guy.

Cross dressing in any form is not something that I talk about. It's just something I do. It would embarrass me if anyone learned my secret but panties, I discovered, feel great against my small body.

Physically I'm 5 foot six, 130 pounds. I could wear, if I chose, a boys medium T shirt.

Jack Lark was my polar opposite. At six feet, 180 pounds he cut an imposing figure. I was not very athletic. He was very athletic. Where I tended to say little and mingle less, he was sociable and talkative. Some of what he'd say was tongue in cheek. He could make people laugh. 

If I had a friend at the office it was Jack. We made small talk just about every day at break time. I had even given him pointers about his computer at home.

The Apollo Club in the city is one of the area's best known and popular gay bars. Good reviews bring in mostly the twenty-something crowd but also a few in their thirties, and forties. It features a horseshoe shape bar, back room pool tables and front room DJ playing loud popular dance music. Drinks, whether beer or hard liquor, are cheap.

The club caters to and welcomes cross dressers. Photographs I had seen on the internet showed tv types dancing and mingling with male patrons.

My urge to dress feminine had been growing stronger. If I can look enough like Brook Shields then I can go to a tv friendly club. Al right so I'm gay.

By now thirty-five I had limited experience at sex with men. My one relationship had lasted just a couple of months before he left never to be seen again. The thought had crossed my mind that he was cheating on someone, a husband perhaps.

Not everyone who is gay flaunts it or even tells anyone. One certainly would not say anything to co workers. No one at the office had any way of knowing who, other then himself, might be gay.

The stereotypes are created by the porn sites and television shows. One is that they are muscular adults or skinny, cute teens. The stereotype created by television is that we're all effeminate.

Planning to go out that Friday evening I began gathering up my outfit. A brief search inside my dresser located the self adhesive false breasts next to pairs of panties in the middle draw. 

By seven the look was complete. I had put on a black short sleeve cinch top, red mini skirt, and heals. My legs were smooth and completely hairless. My makeup, which I had become very skilled at applying, was Brooke's color. The bra was a push up type. 

The men who never dress call us "girls." That's fine with me. I don't care. Cheryl is my alter ego.

The Apollo club was crowded when I walked inside around 8 30. Strobe lights cast red, blue and green streaks on the ceiling. Now and then an ordinary white light flashed. Couples crowded the dance floor to the steady, loud beat of the music.

Besides me several other cross dressers mingled with the men in the place. I began checking out all of them just to see what they were wearing. Mini skirts were common. I was also scoping out the boys.

Suddenly to my left was a most surprising sight. It's Jack from work. This is awesome. I think I'll go chat with him. So what if he knows who I am.

I made my way over to where he was sitting at the bar drinking beer from a stein.

In a flirtatious mood I sat one stool to his right and was scoping him out. He's so gorgeous.

"Do you come here often hon?"

"Sometimes," he replied. "The 'girls' here are hot."

Placing a hand on his thigh just inches above the knee drew his gaze down. My hand moved lightly and gradually following my eyes toward his lap. His cock was stiffening slowly.

"You're not bad looking either." I winked.

" What's your name sweetheart?"

"Cheryl," I replied.

"You remind me of someone at my work."

I suspected he knew to whom he was speaking.

"I've been here before. I've never seen you here."

"I don't always come on Friday night."

"What does a boy like you do on weekend?"

"I play on a hockey team but there was no game tonight."

"I just adore athletic men. They're strong, handsome."

He chuckled.

"Well I adore hot babes."

I took hold of his hand. "Let's dance," I said.

Up at the dance floor I thrust my lips against his pressing hard for several seconds. He returned my passionate kiss. His hand slid down my back to my buttocks.

We began to move sync to the music, stepping back then toward each other. I turned under his raised arm. But after just a minute or so we closed the gap between us and sashayed. Before the dance was finished I kissed him again, this time pushing my tongue into his mouth. His hand now slid to my buttocks squeezing gently.

The song phased right into the next tune. Jack and I continued the same moves.

Leaving the floor, this time we headed toward a table for two just a few steps away holding hands as we walked. Our eyes locked onto to each other from across the table and our hands clasped together under the table.

"I like the way you dance."

"I have fun with cute men."

The conversation shifted. 

"What do you do for a living?"

"I work in an accounting department. It's a big company."

"What company?"

"Loeman's. They grind lenses."

"That's a coincidence. I work there in accounting. Hello Clark Stewart."

"I love to dress. I just feel so nice in a skirt."

By this point in the evening I wanted him to take me home and take my panties down. I wanted his cock and would let him know it.

"Let's have another dance."

"Sure," he said and took me by the hand out to the floor.

Out in the middle of the floor I kissed him passionately for several seconds while rubbing his manhood through his slacks. 

Perhaps a minute into the tune we actually began to sashay back then toward one another in sync with the music. Again I turned under his raised arm.

Passions heated as the song neared the end. We closed wrapping arms around one another. A deep, wet kiss followed lasting several seconds quickly followed by another. His hands roamed freely caressing my entire body.

"Jack," I whispered, "I want your cock inside me and I want to suck you."

"Go for it Cheryl Clark Stewart."

The long ride back to Jack's apartment was spent just talking. The talk was nothing too personal just places we had been, my brief affair with Philip, and a little about music and movies. We had seen some of the same movies. For weeks I had been having my secret fantasy that I could never reveal to him. That would soon change.

When we entered the building his apartment was a short walk down the corridor to 6A. I wanted him. 

Just as we entered the apartment and he closed the door behind us I pushed him toward his sofa and onto it. Again I pressed my lips onto his in a passionate kiss.

"Take my panties down! Do me!"

Taking my hand Jack led me into his bedroom. While I lay on the bed he opened my skirt and nudged it down then took my panties. Easing his body down he kissed my lips.

"Cheryl Clark you are so fuckable. I want you."

"Take me." 

I watched excitedly while he removed his pants then his shorts. Rolling me onto my left side he moved into position and pushed his huge cock into my glory hole. Long and fat it rubbed tissue stimulating nerves, and touching the prostate. I moaned softly pleasured by it's slow and steady rocking motion inside me.

The time was coming up on 730 when I awoke on Saturday and pushed back the covers. Beside me Jack lay facing the opposite direction. His head sunk deep into his pillow.

Wanting more sex I gazed at his ass then slipped my hand toward his flaccid manhood. After a couple of seconds, stimulated by my gentle stroking, it stiffened in my hand. 

"That feels good panty boy."

We stood caressing one another and with cocks touching in the shower. My knees touched the tiled bathroom floor and my lips closed tightly around his throbbing sex taking the whole seven inches. Sweet man meat touched my tonsils.

"Suck that big cock!"

On the way to his desk Monday morning Jack stopped at my cubicle.

"Good morning Clark," he said in a soft voice.

"Yes it is," I said smiling.

Standing five feet away not quite making eye contact was his way of enabling plausible deniability.



Secrets



I guess we all have them, I certainly did, but you don't realize that others do too until something happens, that many times brings them out into the open.

My mother had been sick for quite some time, dad having passed away a few years before so she had pretty much lived alone, though she had many friends that she spent a considerable amount of time with, which I was very grateful for as at the time, I lived a considerable distance away out of state.

So I guess depending on how you look at it, I was fortunate enough, or unfortunate to have been going through a divorce, and because of it, had moved back closer to home, and thus got to spend the last couple of months spending more time and visiting with my mother before she died.

But like I said, I was grateful that mom had so many friends and neighbors that spent time with her during the time I wasn't, and who were still there for her, as well as for me, afterwards.

After dad's death, mom had moved into a much smaller place a duplex that she shared with a woman who soon became her dearest of friends and neighbors. "Mabel" though everyone called her "May" had come over to help me sort through some of her things a few days after the funeral. Having already done this before when my father had died, I wasn't looking forward to doing it again, especially alone and with no real idea what to do with much of her stuff. The only direction I'd been given shortly before her death, was her desire and request that May be given first choice to take or have anything of hers that she wanted, that I didn't want or couldn't use. Needless to say, I was extremely grateful when she came over to help me sort through all of mom's things.

But it was while doing that, that I learned that my own mother had a few secrets too. Things I would never have suspected, guessed at, or certainly ever imagined. The one thing it did do besides surprise me, was teach me that my own mother was a normal human being, just like everyone else, still sometimes hard when you think in those terms regarding your own parents.

It was weird enough going through my mother's "unmentionables" as she called them as I had begun packing up several boxes of her clothing, things that would either be donated or thrown away, which is when I came across a vibrator, something I initially just stared at, trying to justify, somehow accept that she actually owned one, let alone used one. For some oddball reason, not quite able to wrap my head around the fact she'd even know what they were used for, though obviously she did...and had.

But as awkward as that was, it was made even more so as May was sitting next to me packing a few other boxes at the same time that I was, and saw the shocked look on my face when I pulled out not only that particular item, but several others as well, including what turned out to be a double-dildo, which for the life of me, stunned me even more than the somewhat normal looking vibrator. I know I was blushing furiously as I looked up and saw May looking at me with a smile on her face.

"Let's go have a cup of coffee," she told me standing up. "I think maybe now's the time you and I had a little chat."

May was in her sixties, though I never learned her exact age, nor was it important that I ever did. But she also didn't look like she was either, even though she'd allowed her hair to turn naturally gray, almost white in fact somewhat prematurely, though it looked really good on her. She kept it cut really short, "easier to maintain," she had once told me, which I'm sure it was, but it also somehow made her blue eyes even bluer, which in turn made her face a bit younger looking giving lie to her true age.

May also had a reasonably nice shape, and like everyone in the middle years, an extra little padding here and there, but nothing that I felt detracted at all from her natural attractiveness, as May truly was a good-looking woman, which was another reason why I didn't fully understand her reason for never remarrying after her husband had died many, many years ago.

I had followed May next door to her place where we sat down at her kitchen table after pouring us both a cup of coffee. She sat looking at me over the rim of her cup as she sipped it, and then sitting it down in front of herself, reached her hand over placing it over mine as she spoke.

"Brad? You need to know...your mother and I were more than just friends or neighbors, for the last year...we were also lovers."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. At first, I didn't know what to say or how to respond to what May had just told me, it was too hard to believe for one thing. I was still struggling with the fact that mom 'masturbated' and actually used toys to do that with, and now this, which was even more shocking to me under the circumstances.

"Mom was a lesbian?" I blurted out in disbelief.

"Lesbian? No, I don't think so," May told me. "She was just a woman with normal every day needs, no different than you or I is all. And that I happened to be a woman, and the one person she could feel comfortable with, and confide in without fear, is what brought us together as lovers. So lesbian? No...she wasn't. Did we do things that lesbians do together? Yes, of course we did. But I've never considered myself a lesbian either, and your mother was in fact the first and only woman I've ever been with. So...just so you understand, neither one of us ever looked at it that way. We just saw it as two women who had grown close to one another, who felt comfortable enough with one another, to share a little needed pleasure from time to time."

I was still struggling with the image that had suddenly popped inside my head however, sitting there looking at May, having already mentally undressed her, seeing her with "mom" all tangled together on the bed, and then adding in my mind the scenario of the two of them hooked up together with the double-dildo I had found. I actually shook my head trying to dislodge the image. May laughed.

"Having a hard time with it I see," she said simply. "Cookie?"

"What?"

May pushed a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies my way. They were my favorite, though I seriously doubt she knew that.

"Have a cookie, you'll feel better."

At the moment I wasn't sure I could, the only thing I felt was a little numb.

"How?"

"How what?" May answered back as I took a bite of my cookie. "How did the two of us become lovers?" she asked me back already surmising I was curious as I merely nodded my head. "Do you want the simple short version, or the long one with all the nitty-gritty details?"

To be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear all the intimate little details, but then as I sat there looking at her, I decided that I did.

"Tell me everything," I responded. "I really am curious to know how mom could end up..."

"Being with, making love to...having sex with another woman?" May finished for me.

I took another bite of my cookie without answering, just waiting for her response, though she smiled at me as I did understanding my feint.

"Well, ok Brad I will. But only as long as you understand a few things first, number one, your mother was a very sensual, and very open-minded woman, probably more than you know or would ever give her credit for being. So you need to understand and accept that first, or you'll never be able to understand or accept anything I tell you. And just because she was your mother, didn't mean she didn't have desires and needs and wants...just like everyone else does, including yourself!"

"Ok," I responded trying to assure her I could do that, though she shook her own head negatively, still smiling however.

"Ok, secondly, you also need to know that your mother loved your father. So much so, that she had made a vow to herself, right or wrong, that she would never remarry. Oh Brad, you have no idea the number of evenings we spent discussing that one. Not that I was trying to change her mind about doing that, I mean after all, look at me. I never remarried either, but I also didn't live a life of celibacy. I had often discussed the point of her going out and at least dating, not with the intention of ever getting married or serious again with someone, but just for a little fun, and some sexual relief."

I was still having a hard time getting my head around the fact that mom needed sexual relief, though I was slowly warming to the fact she obviously masturbated, and how could I look down on her for that when it was something I did nearly every day myself? 

May continued as she stood pouring us both another cup of coffee, taking the pot back to the kitchen counter giving me a chance to look at her with an observant eye, she really wasn't a bad looking woman for her age, and I again briefly saw mom and May together in my mind's eye as she turned and came back to the kitchen table sitting down.

"Your mother refused to get involved with anyone else however, stating that it would simply complicate things, inevitably, she felt like there would either be pressure on her to remarry again, or she would find herself falling in love with someone else, and then wanting to."

"And what's wrong with that?" I asked knowing that I would never be given an answer to that, not really anyway.

"Nothing," May agreed. "And even though I never remarried myself, it wasn't because I was afraid to do so, or had any misgivings about doing it, it's just that I liked living alone and not having to be accountable to anyone other than myself. Your mother however didn't look at it that way, she enjoyed the companionship, missed it. But she had also made that vow to herself that she just couldn't accept going against."

"So how...why?" I asked once again, alluding to their relationship.

"Oh yeah, the nitty-gritty part," May said smiling at me though I saw an unexpected warmth in her eyes as she obviously recalled that period of time when things obviously happened between them. "Very well...but don't say I didn't warn you," May said pushing the plate of cookies towards me once again. Automatically I took one, it seemed easier to hear what she was saying while munching on a cookie for some reason.

"It didn't happen overnight either," she began. "We'd been speaking rather personally, and eventually quite intimately over a very long period of time. Eventually your mother felt comfortable telling me her deepest darkest secrets and fears, and I did the same with her, sharing confidences, making her more comfortable as we both did, so that soon there wasn't any subject, any topic, or even any fantasy we'd ever had not being able to be shared or openly discussed with one another, which is when she asked me if I still masturbated, which I told her of course that I did, all the time in fact."

Just hearing May admit to that caused my cock to twitch, though I mentally chastised myself about it, reminding me as I sat there looking at her, that this wasn't some tawdry dirty story I was supposed to be getting off at in hearing, though for that brief second, knowing that she did, still did as she'd just admitted to, had pushed one of my arousal buttons, though I'd immediately shut it off again.

"Your mother was struggling with the most natural normal personal activity in the whole world, and she was feeling guilty because of it. You see Brad, your mother and I grew up during a time when that wasn't discussed, certainly wasn't taught. And though everyone knew...even expected that boys did it, girls weren't supposed to, and even if we did do it, we certainly never admitted to it, or ever talked about it, not even amongst one another. So you see, your mom was still dealing with a holdover to those times, and was feeling horribly guilty because of it. So we talked about it, several times, and I assured her it was a perfectly normal thing to do, and then even told her that I had gone out and purchased a vibrator to use whenever I did, and that she should probably think about getting one for herself. Well quite naturally, she was at first genuinely appalled at the notion, so I dropped it. But then after about a week, she brought the subject up again, and asked me if I would show it to her, which I did."

"Wow," I breathed trying to let all this sink in. "So you taught her how to use one?"

"That first one? No, not really. I know what you must be thinking and what's probably bouncing around inside your head. But that's not how it happened. I showed her the one I had, but even that one she was way too squeamish about even holding, let alone trying. Eventually I brought over a magazine I had ordered for her, which had several different kinds and types to chose from of course, so I merely gave her that to look at in privacy, and told her that if indeed she wanted to pick, or order something, that she could do so, and that we'd have it delivered to my address even, in the event she was too worried or nervous about it arriving at her place, which is...what we actually did. We sort of made a game of it then, pouring through the magazine together right here at this very same table, over coffee while eating cookies."

I had just taken another bite, and now sat with the image of the two of them looking at adult toys together over coffee and cookies almost funny. 

"I'm glad to see you smiling," May told me. "I can still see that clear as day myself," she said knowingly as for a moment I had kept a faraway look on my face. "Your mother still ordered a very simple, very basic vibrator, which didn't surprise me of course, as even mentally in the beginning, I think she wanted to fool herself into thinking it wasn't meant to be used for the very purpose we were ordering it for."

"Now that sounds like mom," I said affectionately, still trying to imagine it, which was slowly becoming easier and easier for me to do now.

May once again nodded in agreement. "About a week later, our package arrived, so I invited her over...for coffee," she grinned, "and so we could open the box together, since I knew she was already having misgivings about having ordered one already." May paused briefly. "You sure you really want to hear the rest of it?" she asked "It gets pretty explicit after this," she warned me.

Even if I didn't, my cock did, as it had hardened, though I'd been sitting there trying to consciously will it not to, without success.

"In for a penny..." I answered back using one of mom's favorite sayings, obviously one which May had heard her use quite often, as she burst out laughing when I said it.

"That's pretty much what she said one evening when we actually were in bed together, but that's well ahead of my story," May said fondly. "Anyway..." May began again, picking up her thoughts. "Like I said, I knew she was having second thoughts, even as we opened the box and took our purchases out. Mine was considerably more decadent looking that hers, more life-like if you know what I mean, and I saw your mom's face flush as she saw it, even though she was already blushing as she sat there holding the one she'd purchased. I quickly inserted the batteries that each one needed, under the pretense of making sure they even switched on of course, but wanting her to get comfortable with just holding it, looking at it, before she lost her nerve and stuck it away in a box or a drawer somewhere without ever actually using it."

"Yeah, I can see her doing that," I admitted.

"So then I told her how I was looking forward to trying mine out, and as a tease, which was one of the few ways I knew of breaking down your mom's barriers, by joking about something as it turned out, I then slid it down between my legs while sitting here at the table, and though I really wasn't doing anything, I held it there as though I could actually feel it, and told her that it felt really good, and no doubt would feel even better when I'd actually put it inside myself."

"Damn," I actually sighed seeing that inside my head once again as May continued.

"What I didn't expect, is what your mother did then, which even surprised me, she put the one she had purchased down between her legs, turned it on, and held hers there too!"

"Holy fuck! Oh God...sorry May, I didn't..."

Once again, May burst out laughing. "That's what I said when I saw her, and not because she'd done that, but because of the look on her face while she did. She really was enjoying it, obviously she was feeling something she hadn't felt in a very...very long time!"

"So then what?" I asked still trying to collect myself, feeling my own face flushed at the inadvertent slip for one thing, and sitting there trying to imagine the two of them sitting at this very table with humming vibrators positioned between their respective legs.

I still knew she was struggling with it however, you could always tell by her sudden change of expression whenever she was, or whenever she was about to retreat back into her past, back into her upbringing, which I hated to see as she always struggled with her guilt for several days after that, no matter what I said or did. Seeing that, I decided to do something bold, risky perhaps, but I saw no other way around it.

"Which was?"

"That's when I asked if she'd like me to show her how to use it, and took it even further, telling her I'd even show her how I did it on myself using mine. Which is when I stood, actually pulling down the pair of shorts I was wearing at the time, before she could even comment. Oh Brad, you should have seen her face when I did that, she was shocked as well as surprised that I had of course, but she soon after smiled too, seeing me as I actually revealed myself to her."

"Fuck!" I said once again, not even realizing that I had, this new image too ingrained, too crystal clear for me to even know that I had as I reached for, grabbing another cookie from the plate.

"You shave your pussy?" she asked.

"What?" I said not sure I had just heard her right, it was a weird thing for me to have heard her just say.

"That's what she asked me when I slipped off my shorts and my panties. You shave your pussy? Which I did, and which was. That surprised her obviously, again, another hold over from another time, though she had no reason to want to do so anyway, but she was rather curious as to why I had, so then we got into a why I shave mine sort of discussion, which I then re-sat back down in my chair, though not before pulling it over to sit down in front of her, spreading my legs, showing her my quim as I did, and still holding my new toy in hand, began teasing myself with it, showing her how I did, and how I enjoyed pleasuring myself, trying to give her some idea of what to expect, and what sort of things she might want to go and try on herself later. But...once again, your mother surprised me. That's when she stood up, and took off the simple dress she'd been wearing, rather than just hunch it all up, she slipped out of it instead, along with her own panties of course, so that now she sat with nothing more than her bra on as she sat there watching me, and soon began emulating some of the things I was doing to myself. Before long, we were both sitting there watching one another while we masturbated."

"Holy shit!" I said amending my language some, though I was again reminded by the hardness pressing against my own pants of the erotic images that had formed there, whether I wanted them to or not. Just seeing May and my mother sitting across from one another while they began to explore and experiment with their vibrators was still erotic, even though I kept trying to remind myself, it was my own mother I was visualizing here.

"Anyway, that's basically how things began. One thing led to another, but like I said, it didn't happen overnight either, it was very gradual, and over a long period of time. But your mother really began to lighten up, and we began to joke more and more, discuss sex, actually laugh about it and reminisce, not that she still didn't miss your father, the touch of his hands on her, she did, and I think because of that, because of our sitting there sharing all this one evening, both of us crying our eyes out, that we sort of started touching one another, and the next thing we both knew, we ended up in bed together. Obviously Brad, I could go on and on about it, but I'm not sure that's what you really want to know about now is it? You just wanted to know how it happened, and why. So that's how it did. So now you know."




Secrets



Actually, I did want to hear more, all of it in fact. But I had to wonder if that was me, or my cock that was thinking that way. I was hard as a rock, and now most uncomfortable as I sat there once again trying to will my erection away.

"So, tell me. How's it been with you anyway? Your mother told me ever since your own divorce that things had been difficult for you, and she had often told me how worried and concerned she was about you."

"She was?" I mean I knew mom had been concerned and worried, but that she'd actually been concerned about my sexual welfare as May had put it came as a surprise to me, though again I was just getting used to the fact that my mother was in fact a sexual human being with obvious needs and desires just like everyone else had, and thanks to May...which is how I saw it now, she'd at least had some form of intimacy to enjoy in her life once again, for a while at least, unlike myself now which I freely admitted. 

"So you're not even seeing anyone?" May pressed.

"Not at the moment no. Been too busy to even think about it for one thing, but for another, I have to be honest with you May, it's just not my thing to go to bars or clubs looking for women. And on the construction site, the few women that are there, are either all married, or really are...ah,"

"Lesbians," May finished for me smiling. "Another cookie?"

I laughed, this time refusing the offer. "Right now, the last thing I want is another cookie," I told her though telling herself something else entirely, feeling much like my mother had become with her, that I too could feel comfortable being totally candid with her.

"Been a while has it?" she asked knowingly.

"Too long," I near whispered once again shaking my head, feeling the ever-growing awkwardness and uncomfortable position of my erection pressing against the front of my jeans.

"How long has it been?" May pressed, surprising me.

"Not since Carol," I told her, and six months before that even while we were having our problems with me being gone and on site for so long at a time. Which is when Carol started having her affair, and eventually left me for. So...probably nearly two years now," I stated thinking about it.

"So no one else in all that time?"

"Nope, nadda...nothing," I confirmed sheepishly. "Just me and my hand," I freely admitted, though blushing even as I said that, though somewhat relieved to see the accepted expression on her face. After all, she had as much admitted the same to me earlier herself anyway.

May sighed, looking at me. "We need to do something about that," she informed me.

"Like what? Take out an ad in the yellow pages? I could just see it, divorced thirty something with no money, plenty of debt, horny as hell and in need of an attractive woman, oh yeah, they'd be beating my door down wanting to jump into that."

"Well, maybe not jump into...but jump onto something," May told me, though she'd frozen my thought which I was about to speak as I watched her hand suddenly come up and begin undoing the button's on the blouse she was wearing.

I know my mouth was open as I sat there watching May remove her blouse, and soon after her bra.

"Your mother once told me that Carol was rather large breasted, and that you always had had a thing for women with bigger tits," she began as she suddenly revealed herself to me. "And though mine aren't as perky or as full as they once were of course, even at my age, I still don't think they're too bad...what do you think?" she said suddenly as she slipped out of her bra. "Go ahead Brad, touch them if you'd like, I think we'd both enjoy that."

I finally closed my mouth, still stunned, still surprised, but I couldn't help but admire May's lovely breasts. They were indeed truly beautiful, full and well rounded, with dark pink nipples that were as thick as small thimbles as they stood off her breast.

"But only if you want to," she told me as she sat there. "And I am not suggesting anything else to you either, nor is it my intention to try to force you into doing anything you're not comfortable with, especially since I am twice your age Brad, but I think I can at least give you, just like I was able to give to your mother, a little self confidence, not to mention a little needed relief. So...if you'll let me," she said as she suddenly reached over undoing the buckle on my belt.

I was to say the least, literally speechless. May had absolutely gorgeous breasts, something that up until now, I really wouldn't have given a second thought to. Now however, I would certainly be taking a much closer notice of women her age. They were indeed full, certainly nowhere's near 'saggy' as one might think, falling heavy against her ribcage yes, but so sensually shaped, her nipples even more alluring than most I had seen. I was so fascinated by looking at them, that until the moment I felt her hand actually sneaking itself inside my pants, I was almost unaware that she had. And it felt good, feeling it released, the sensation of her small delicate hand wrapping itself about my shaft, stroking it as my own hands hungrily reached forward capturing each of her twin teats, lovingly caressing them, fingering and toying with those hard extended nipples of hers, hearing her sigh pleasurably as I did so.

"Oh God that feels nice," she told me wistfully, sighing again as I continued to fondle her full breasts, taking pleasure in them as she in turn gave pleasure to me, enhancing it all.

I didn't really realize how aroused I had become with all this talk, but obviously so had May as she'd sat recalling those times together, which only then did I come to understand in how much they had come to mean to her. I now had a better understanding of the intimacy they had shared, something that transcended any sort of stereotype or label anyone could have given it, including myself. It was, and had become for them something more, something much, much more that had obviously reawakened May's own arousal and desire along with my own.

When she snuggled closer, now imprisoning my hard shaft between those sweet succulent breasts of hers, I thought I was going to die right then and there myself. I think that the intimacy of so simple a thing such as that, is more of a mental stimulation than even a physical one. But it can be far more powerful a pleasure than one might think, simply because of that. Seeing May as she cupped her large breasts around my shaft, slowly stroking it with her tits as she held them, jerking me off in between them, I was soon hovering on the edge of pure orgasmic delight, which she almost immediately sensed.

"Don't hold back," she said simply. "Just enjoy the pleasure of it and allow yourself to succumb to it, whenever you feel it."

I was already feeling it, and basically told her so in the next heartbeat.

"Fuck! May!" Was all I said, and in the next instant felt the first surge of sweet ecstasy burst forth from the tip of my cock. Delighted, May continued masturbating me with her tits working them up and down as my prick discharged what seemed like a gallon of creamy white nectar, most of which splashed against her chin, falling back, dripping and splashing a second time against those same beautiful bare tits of hers.

"Yes baby," she cooed still milking me. "Give it to May, give May all that sweet delicious joy juice," she said urging me on unnecessarily, but her words, spoken with the lusty bravado she was using, merely enhanced, increasing if that were even possible the amount of semen that I had almost magically produced.

When there was simply no more to give, May finally released me, sitting back in her chair once again, her upper body from the neck down, a milky white mess, which she immediately began smearing into herself, caressing her breasts, neck, as well as her belly massaging all my spunk into her skin as though it were body lotion.

"Damn good for the complexion," she said smiling, "especially for a woman my age."

"I'll have to remember that," I told her. "Anytime you need or want a fresh supply."

She smiled, but it was a subdued smile. "I want you to take some time and think about what I told you, along with what we just did here," she told me then making no effort or move whatsoever to cover herself, so neither had I. And though her eyes did indeed glance at me several times as we spoke, she made it very clear that she needed me to think about all that had happened, how I truly felt about everything, and that we would then talk again about it later.

"I'll help you finish up in your mom's bedroom," May told me then. "After that, I'll fix us a nice light Italian dinner, and we'll talk...about whatever you'd like to talk about, or not...if you'd rather just sit and relax," she added.

The rush was indeed ebbing now, reality once again taking control. It had been a sudden unexpected turn of events, and not one I would have expected, or certainly turned down either once it had happened. But I wasn't quite sure yet how I felt about it, or felt about pursuing something possibly even more intimate with May, which I realized had also been her very thoughts in shutting things down as quickly as she had after that.

"Sounds good," I said finally zipping myself up and then standing, as she did, though she had again allowed her breasts to remain exposed as she stood there.

"I'll clean up a little and meet you over there," she told me, only then giving me a quick brief hug before turning, and heading off down the hall towards her bedroom.

#

May joined me a while later, once again dressed, though I still took occasional glances at her chest having so recently seen and actually touching her boobs. We'd begun sorting out the clothes closets, placing things into piles, a few items that mom had specifically expressed she wanted to give to May if she wanted them, with most everything else being given to the women's shelter.

"So after that..."

May laughed interrupting me. "You really do want to hear all the juicy details don't you?" she stated. I winced at the word "juicy", but yes, admittedly I did. "Very well...but like I told you Brad, some of it can get pretty explicit, so let me know if anything I tell you makes you feel uncomfortable ok?"

"Ok," I said easily, yet already excited to hear more.

"Well let's see, I guess it was several days, not as long as a week after the vibrator incident in my kitchen. As I'd half expected, your mother needed the time to digest what we'd done and experienced together, come to terms with it, which is what she always did, though each time in between got shorter and shorter, so that before long, she had just come to accept things for what they were, for what we were...which was good friends who enjoyed making one another feel good, that...and nothing more than that. We didn't consider ourselves as a couple, or obligated to one another in anyway, except as friends. And that's how we always looked at it after that. But...I digress here," May said giving me another soft friendly smile.

I had just pulled off a hanger a pair of my mother's favorite comfy sweat pants that she loved lounging around the house in.

"Funny you should bring those out just now," May told me.

"Why?"

"Because that's what she was wearing the next time we did anything together. I had just finished baking some pies, so had called her, inviting her over for pie and coffee naturally."

"Naturally," I added as it seemed like everything seemed to happen over coffee and treats as it was starting to sound.

"Yes well, after she arrived, and while we were waiting for the pies to cool down a little, she brought up the subject as to why I still shaved myself, especially if I wasn't dating or seeing anyone. She just couldn't understand why I would do it, or continue to do it after that."

As May continued, I thought back myself, I had only seen mom naked perhaps once or twice when I was young, and as much as I did have an attraction towards the female breast, I honestly couldn't even remember what mom's had looked like, though I clearly remember seeing them. What I did remember however, and quite vividly, was the dark thick patch of pubic hair between her legs. For some reason, as I sat trying to picture my own mother naked, that was the image as I recalled which stood out inside my head. 

"Apparently, ever since she'd grown pubic hair and had it, she'd never shaved it, though she confessed to trimming it all pretty close once for your father, though that's as far as she'd been willing to go with it, and only because he had asked her to at least do that much, so she had. But she'd never willingly shaved herself, had never seen herself any other way, but was once again curious as to why I had, and still kept it that way."

"Do you still?" I asked interrupting her, curious, to which she merely smiled nodding her head.

"Once again I told her how it personally made me feel more sensual, sexy...even if no one else ever saw it, or knew. But I did...and doing it for myself was enough that I decided to keep it that way. She didn't understand that at first, but we kept discussing it, even to the point that I also offered to let her watch as I 'groomed up' as I told her I needed to, which she said she'd actually like to see me do. Next thing, we're in the bathroom, I'm naked, soaping myself up, and then proceeded to shave myself, all the while positioned over a hand-held mirror, which I usually placed down on the toilet seat. Now she's telling me that she's never even looked at herself like that before, and wonders what she actually looks like! Can you imagine that Brad? Your mother had actually never really had a good look at her own pussy!"

There was a lot I couldn't imagine yes, and a lot I was still having trouble trying to imagine even being told about it, but that was an unexpected one, that mom had actually never had a really good look at her own cunt.

"Next thing I know, she's taking off her sweat pants, pretty soon she's straddling the toilet seat looking down at herself for the first time really, and then shocks me by saying, "No wonder! It's ugly!"

"What? No wonder what?" I asked having heard that.

"That's pretty much what I asked her too. I asked her, 'why on earth would you say something like that?' and she's going on how she thinks her pussy looks all nasty or some such, unlike mine she says as she looks at it again, closely this time, actually asking me if she can while she kneels down in front of me while I spread my own lips apart with my fingers for her so that she can. She tells me that mine is indeed beautiful, so pretty. To which I tell her, that so is hers, especially if she'd let me either trim her up, or actually shave it for her."

"Damn," I said simply, once again a vivid image being painted for me, though I did at least have a vague memory of it myself.

After assuring her for the hundredth time that she didn't have an ugly looking pussy at all, I finally got her to explain to me as to what she'd meant when she said 'no wonder'."

"And?"

"And...that's when she told me that your father had never once gone down on her in all the years they'd been married, and she'd always thought it was because of the way her pussy looked, and that he'd, being your father I mean, hadn't found it very attractive looking, certainly not attractive enough to do that for her, though she had certainly sucked him off a number of times."

"TMI," I thought to myself without saying it, but wanted her to continue on, so said nothing even if the thought of my own father's cock getting sucked off by my mother was also now part of several bizarre images I'd soon try and find a way of locking up once again.

"Anyway, I then told her to let me shave her, like me...I mean after all, it can always grow back if she didn't like it, so she finally consented and told me to go ahead and do it. It took quite a while, and not that you're interested in all that either Brad, but truth was, I think just having the attention given her helped to arouse her during the process. And it can be something erotic, sensual, if you do it right, and the last thing I wanted for your mother was for it to be a bad experience. So I took my time, soothed her, pampered her, teased her a little yes, and of course joked with her, which never failed to ease her mind, or put her into a much more uninhibited state of mind. Eventually of course, we were finished, and she was as bare as the day she was born. She nervously looked at herself in the mirror of course, and then insisted that we compare ourselves side by side together so that she could see us both, which we did. And all of which was getting me aroused, as well as her, though neither one of us was actually trying to do that, it was just happening."

And I could admittedly see that, I could visualize the two of them, legs propped open, the mirror on the toilet seat with them looking down at themselves.

"And?"

"And...that's when she actually saw herself as not ugly at all, but indeed as something quite sexy, quite beautiful. You're mother had the pinkest fullest lips I had ever seen, and I held them for her to look at, which she did, and while doing so of course, I teased her a little, playing with them, and then actually exposed her clit, which had started to get rather aroused at this point, and something else she had never really gotten a good look at before, her own fucking clit for hells sakes!" May said sounding almost angry as she said it.

"May?"

"Damn idiotic generation of ours," she said shaking her head from side to side, "sorry, didn't mean to come off sounding angry over it, still frustrates me when I realize looking back at it all now, the sensual woman your mother really was, always had been perhaps, only to have most of that all locked up inside her for years without having any idea what she'd been denying herself all that time."

"Go on...continue," I told her then after she calmed down some.

"Sorry, didn't mean for that to come out the way it sounded, I just remember looking back at the surprise on her face at really seeing herself for the first time as I sat there on the toilet seat holding her pussy lips apart with my fingers so she could hold the mirror and actually look at herself, especially her clit, which I had now fully exposed so she could see that, and felt her jump when I touched it, though she giggled when I did. So I touched it again, and she giggled again, happily, which is when...I kissed her there, and then kissed her again, and then placed my lips fully around her clit and sucked it for the very first time."

"Holy...shit!" I said seeing that easily even with my eyes wide open. "And that literally was then, the first time for her."

"According to what she told me, yes. No one ever had, before I did. Just hearing her moan, that soft little gentle cry of hers as she did, as she then placed her hands on my head, holding me in place, so I began to lick her, seriously now, trying...wanting to pleasure her as no one ever had, and sorry Brad, not to belittle your own father here because your mom really did love the man, but the fact that she'd openly admitted to getting him off that way, and even enjoying it when she did, told me a lot about her, but it told me a lot about him too, especially as he never once did that for her."

"No reason to apologize," I told her. "I never knew that of course, though admittedly I haven't exactly sat around thinking about it either, until now at least. And now that I do know...I'm actually very happy that you did that for her."

"Well then, you should find this interesting too, after I had actually given her, her first ever clitoral climax orally, she wanted to reciprocate, and even though I told her it wasn't expected or necessary, and that hadn't been the reason I had done it, she said she knew that, and she wasn't doing it for that reason herself either, only that she wanted to, wanted to see what it felt like doing it, and especially...as she wanted me to do it to her again too!"




Secrets



"Fuck!"

"I know...tell me about it," May grinned and then I noticed she actually had one of her hands down between her legs, rubbing herself through the shorts she was wearing. "Still gets me hot thinking about it."

"I can see that," I said easily, not at all embarrassed about pointing it out to her now either, which is when she also looked at me, pointedly direct and saw the obvious bulge in my own pants as well.

"You thought at all about what we did a while ago?" she asked me. "Having any thoughts or concerns about the fact that we did?"

"No," I said simply. "Didn't then, certainly don't now either."

"Just don't want you thinking like you owe me anything, or that I'm some sort of special charity."

"May, stop it! I would never, ever think that for one thing. But for another, you're the one who's opened my eyes to a few things, most of which was that my own mother was indeed a sensual human being, thanks to you. And that if it hadn't been for you being a sensual sexy woman yourself, my mother might never have known, or experienced the pleasures that she obviously did experience with you."

May was blushing, though she stood, once again removing the fresh blouse and bra she had on. But this time, she didn't stop there, continuing on as she quickly removed the shorts she'd been wearing along with a small thong, which surprised me a little that she would actually be wearing one. She must have seen the look on my face.

"Just because I've turned sixty, doesn't mean I don't feel like being sexy," she told me. 

"You do!" I told her honestly meaning it, once again catching a return smile as she now stood before me entirely naked, and just as she'd also told me, completely hairless!

"You're grinning," she said looking at me as I stood there looking at her.

"I am," I admitted. "Was just thinking, even Carol never completely shaved herself. She always insisted on having a small thin patch of pubic hair, never did understand that really, always referred to it as her Velcro strip. Don't think she appreciated me much, calling it that, but that's what it reminded me off. Even asked her several times to shave it off completely for me, but she never would. Never thought I'd actually see a bare pussy either."

"Well, you certainly have now haven't you?" May said. "And feel free to look more closely at it if you'd like too," she added. "But...only if you get naked too, so I can have a better look at you as well."

I don't think I've ever gotten undressed as fast as I did then. In seconds it seemed like I was just as naked, my hard firm erection bobbing up and down with anticipation, which she seemed very impressed by, almost immediately pushing me down onto the bed, where we both quickly got into a head-to-toe positioning, though neither one of us immediately doing what seemed most naturally normal to do under the circumstances. I seriously wanted to look, and explore her with my eyes and fingers first, and did so, just as she likewise began doing to me as we lay on the bed together, getting very intimately acquainted with one another in the process.

May had, as I realized, a fairly large clit. Bigger than most I had ever seen, which I was suddenly a great deal fascinated with while looking at it, touching it lightly with my finger, especially hearing her moan as I did so. She was also well lubricated, allowing me to easily access her almost pearly-like juice, taking a dab of that with my fingers by merely running it down the glistening split of her sex, and then applying it to the surface of her hard shinny little, or rather not so little clit, caressing it with her own juice, teasing it as I played with it, again fascinated in doing so, and pleasured in hearing it in her soft mewls and moans as I did so.

Likewise, May was doing the same to me too. Squeezing my shaft, milking out a droplet of my own pre-lubrication, then taking it, using it to smear about the head of my engorged cock, the slipperiness of which added to the incredible sensations she was giving to me as she playfully explored my cock, my shaft as well as my balls, looking at me with her hands as well as her eyes just as I was doing to her, doing...until I couldn't stand it anymore and then wanted more than anything, to taste her and have her in my mouth, which I then did.

"Oh, fuck yes Brad!" May cried out the moment my tongue began lapping at that hard clit of hers, which I actually held between two fingers for a moment, licking at her tiny little erection, sucking it gingerly between my lips, alternating back and forth between doing that, and flicking it softly, yet rapidly with my tongue. I then felt May's mouth engulf me, her sweet lips suddenly sucking the supersensitive head of my prick, causing me to gasp loudly, releasing her for the moment.

"Been a while for both of us I think," she said giggling, and then went back to pleasuring my cock with her mouth, just as I began doing to her sweet lips with mine.

Neither one of us was in any kind of a hurry, nor was there any reason to be either. I marveled at the pinkness of her lips, the hardness of her clitoris, the volume of female nectar that ran down her slit, soaking the sheets. I explored her in ways I had never been permitted, nor had explored anyone, taking my time, being silly about it perhaps at times, almost like a kid again on Christmas, that same sense of awe and wonder as I probed her, licked her, sucked her, finger-fucked her, and played in her heavenly passage.

Just as she did with me.

I lost track of time and sense, the pleasure exquisitely sweet, and even when she pushed me over onto my back, climbing up on top of me so that she could lower herself over me, there was no rush about that either, the gentleness of her cunting me, the slickness of her passage as she slowly lowered herself down, easing herself on me, and then sitting there unmoving atop me, with me buried as deeply inside her as I could be. Just marveling at the sensations, taking note of them, and then kissing, kissing passionately for the very first time.

"I don't think...I'm gonna last all that long," I told her in clipped speech, trying to be honest about it, yet feeling somewhat foolish and self conscious about it as I said that.

"Neither am I," she said sweetly, and then began fucking me into oblivion.

#

We had of course done it again, taking our time, slowly and sensual as May rode my cock, the feel of her slick pussy stroking my cock even better than it had been the first time. Lying there, playing with her full breasts was heavenly, especially as she neared orgasm. I was pulling on those incredible nipples, just as she'd asked me to do when I felt a surge of additional warm moisture suddenly begin bathing my cock as her climax began.

"Pinch them Brad! Pinch them!" she screamed out in delight.

I was indeed literally pinching them as hard as I could, both nipples sandwiched between my fingers, pinching, pulling as she wildly fucked herself against me. I had managed to maintain a much better control now myself, though my own orgasm was nearing as well. Knowing that I hadn't yet however, May extricated herself from me and immediately slid down, her mouth soon capturing my cock where she began lavishing it with kisses, tongue tickles and head sucks.

"Fuck that's nice!" I moaned pleasurably. It had been far too long since I had felt that as it was, but May seemed to know a few tricks I had never felt before, and proceeded to show me all of them as she worshipped my cock in ways I didn't even know existed.

"Give it to me," she moaned her mouth gripping my cock. Just hearing her words caused the inevitable explosion to come, my spunk suddenly rushing up the length of my shaft, feeling it as it burst from the head of my prick where May greedily welcomed the sudden splurge, gulping, capturing, and swallowing as quickly as she could before I choked her with the force and volume of my climax.

We collapsed then, sleeping for a time together just as we lay, until hours later I felt the tender touch of her hands and mouth once again waking me up. It was morning. I was surprised we had slept the night together as we had. The sex between us had been both tender and furious, alternating at times between the two. As I lay there still smelling the funky sex smells that covered us, I grinned inwardly at the sensuality of this incredible woman, already feeling my cock stir in appreciation of that.

"Good morning," she said sitting up. "Hungry?"

"For you," I said reaching out towards her, but she darted out of the way laughing as she did.

"Later," she told me easily. "At the moment, I need to pee, and then coffee and something to eat," she added. Suddenly I had to pee as well and followed her down the hall to the bathroom intending to wait outside. To my surprise, May had sat down, leaving the door open as I stood there watching her.

"You need to go too huh?" 

I nodded my head, content to wait, but enjoying her uninhibited display as I heard the beginning trickle as she began to pee.

"Come here," she told me.

I walked over, thinking it was her intent to fondle me as she sat there, but the urge to go myself had intensified as I heard her relieving herself. To my surprise, she spread her legs even more widely, looking down, I could see the stream of her urine splashing into the water of the toilet bowl. May did indeed grasp my cock, but not to play with it, she held it, aiming it down between her legs instead.

"Go ahead," she told me grinning. "Been a while since I've done this," she continued smiling. "I want to watch."

I stood watching my own urine intermingling with hers, finding it weirdly erotic that we could stand and sit there doing this together. But in doing so, May showed me a playful almost childlike curiosity that I found intriguing as well as extremely sexy. We soon showered, though it was a quick one, May dashing out heading down stairs to start the coffee long before I was done washing myself, though she had purposely left me standing there with a full erection once again having soaped it to fullness, then again playfully leaving me to stand there as she got out.

"See you downstairs," she said grinning at me. "Food then fuck," she said simply, and disappeared.

#

She had already poured the coffee by the time I had joined her, wearing only a bathrobe which she had provided for me, she stood in one as well, though it remained open, periodically teasing me with a glimpse of her breasts as she busily scrambled up some eggs and bacon, the smells now alerting me to just how hungry I truly was.

"Damn that smells good," I told her.

"Yeah, it does," she agreed. "Really worked up an appetite last night didn't we?"

"Yeah, two kinds of appetites I told her, and though my cock wasn't fully erect now, it still wasn't fully flaccid either as I sat there watching her dishing out the eggs onto our plates, one of her lovely breasts again playing peek-a-boob with me as she scrapped out the last equal portions, refreshed our coffee and then sat down across from me winking at me as she did.

"Eat up, you're going to need your strength today," she said seriously.

We sat conversing after that, getting to know one another even better than we already did. May telling me a little more about her own life, and then sharing with me some of the goofy fun times she and my mother had shared and enjoyed together. As she did however, I couldn't help but see the two of them together, making love, fooling around, which brought to mind the double dildo I had also discovered as we'd cleaned out her dresser drawers.

"Tell me about the double dildo," I asked May. "I just can't imagine mom using one of those," I said honestly. "Though I'm obviously beginning to realize there was a whole other side of her that I never knew existed."

"To some extent, I don't think she knew it did either Brad," May began as she cleared away the breakfast dishes, once again taking a seat across from me as we started on our third cup of coffee together. "But what I began to truly appreciate about your mother was her ability to explore, allow herself to discover who she was, even at this stage in her own life. She wasn't so dead-set in her ways that she wasn't willing to try or do anything, which brought about our going to the porn shop where we purchased that double dildo together."

"Mom went into a porn store?" I said in surprise. "No way!"

May laughed remembering. "Yeah, that surprised me a little too, considering how she'd been embarrassed just looking through the naughty toy catalog we had ordered our vibrators from, and here she was now, actually excited and enthusiastic about actually going inside the store for a look around. It told me how far she had come in gaining confidence about herself, her open-mindedness, and willingness to explore her own sexuality."

I sat back digesting what May was sharing with me, once again feeling my erection growing as she continued on with the story, though the occasional glimpses of her breasts peeking through the opening of her bathrobe may have had something to do with that as she spoke.

"Now remember Brad, though we obviously were enjoying one another as women, and certainly were, your mother still missed, still desired, and still wanted to feel and experience the sensation of being 'fucked' as she put it."

"Mom said fuck?" I asked, once again making May burst out laughing.

"Oh yes, and she said it a lot too, especially when we were," May told me.

I couldn't remember a single time being around her that I had ever heard her speak the word, even my dad had only said it once or twice when he was really angry, but even then, never in front of mom.

"Anyway, as much as she liked...hell, loved everything we did and experienced together, she still enjoyed the sensation of being fucked, especially doggy-style."

Once again, May had painted this image that was a little weird for me to picture in my mind, mom on all fours, her breasts swinging to and fro as May fucked her from behind, which is the mental movie that was playing inside my head now as she continued.

"We had gone into the store with the specific intention of finding something we could get to emulate that. I had already suggested the possible purchase of a strap-on for our mutual use, which we also got, and which I obviously still have, but it was your mother who found the double-dildo you found, which we also purchased as she was very curious, and honestly excited to see what it would feel and be like, for the two of us to be fucking one another simultaneously. As it turned out, we tended to use that more than the other one, especially as we could very easily use it in several positions, allowing us both the freedom to move far more easily, and naturally with it rather than the other. And as uninhibited as your mom gradually became, she still had a few minor insecurities, and for whatever reason, my wearing the strap-on, which she never did. It for whatever reason, made her feel more like she was trying to be a lesbian, or pretending to be one, and like I already told you, she didn't see herself that way, even though we basically were living together and loving together as two women who were... would do."

"So it was actually mom's idea to get it then?"

"Yeah, much to my surprise...and delight," May grinned thinking back. "Like I said, we used that one a lot, and yes...I remember her telling me to 'fuck' her with it, especially when she was as aroused as she would often get whenever we took it out to play with."

"Damn...mom said fuck," I said still not fully comprehending the fact that she had, or trying to envision her kneeling down while she and May coupled together with the erotic naughty looking toy connecting the two of them together.

"Yeah...she did," May sighed affectionately. "God your mother was an erotic sensual woman, I really miss her," May said as her eyes filled remembering.

"I'm beginning to realize that," I stated feeling my own begin watering as well.

"And that reminds me," May said. "Something else I should probably give you, though I'm not sure if you'll be too comfortable with it, but you can then do with whatever you'd like to with them."

"Them? Them what?"

"Maybe I should show you, and then you can decide for yourself," May said standing, and then hurried out of the kitchen back towards her bedroom, returning a few moments later. When she did, she handed me a manila envelope. "Here, there's some photo's inside that we took, under the circumstances, I don't feel comfortable having them, and was wondering what I should do with them. I considered burning them, and not even telling you about them, but then I realized, as naughty as they obviously are, they are of your mother, and that you should be the one to decide whether you wanted to keep them or not," she said handing me the envelope.

"Oh my God! You and mom took dirty pictures together too?" 

"A few...yes," May told me. "And that wasn't my idea either!" May added grinning at me.

Once again, I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about this, or if I should even be looking at them, but curiosity got the better of me, so I undid the clasp and peeked inside the envelope briefly, the top photo, surprisingly in black and white catching my eye.

"Yeah...she didn't like colored photos," May told me. "She thought the black and white ones were far more erotic and sensual. See for yourself Brad, don't be too freaked out by them, they really are quite remarkable."

I poured the contents of the envelope out onto the kitchen table. May was right, the photos were provocative as well as highly erotic and sensual in nature. And even though they were for the most part all mom, even those showing the two of them together were more erotic and sensual as opposed to being considered pornographic in nature.

"Wow, these really are incredible!" I stated glancing through them. And oddly enough, I didn't see mom as mom in any of them really, but as an attractive woman who wasn't afraid to display her sensuality or playfulness that clearly showed through in the photos.

For the most part, they looked like photos you would see of pin-up models in the fifties, a hand or arm demurely positioned here or there, just enough to give hint at her obvious nudity, yet tastefully done. I could even see myself blowing up one or two of them, framing them and hanging them on the wall they were so artfully done. And yes, there were others as well, certainly a bit more naughty in nature, most of those showing May and mom together, though even these couldn't be considered vulgar by any means, though I might not necessarily be of a mind to blow them up and frame them, though May might.

"They're beautiful!" I exclaimed after having sorted through them.

"She was," May stated as she had stood looking over my shoulder at them now with me. I felt the soft brush of her bare breast against my neck as she leaned over, pulling one in particular out to show and share with me again. "And I remember this one specifically," May said. It showed mom, just the tip of her tongue barely even touching May's hard extended nipple. May's head was tilted back, her own mouth slightly open in what looked like a pleasured moan caught on camera. Her hand resting against the back of mom's head, fingers entwined in her thick head of hair, another hand gently cupping one of May's sculptured breasts.

"God, that's gorgeous," I said looking at it. "How in the world did you manage to time it to take one like that anyway?"

"We didn't," May said smiling knowingly at me. "Neither one of us was very good at capturing images on film, so had someone else do it for us," she stated once again surprising me.

"You mean...someone else took these for you and mom?"

"Yep, a good friend of mine," May told me. "Someone that was a good friend to us both after a time," May now added waiting for my response. "He was the only man your mother ever had sex with, and only a couple of times, and never alone, always the three of us together whenever we did."




Secrets



"Holy shit!" I said once again, using a term that was becoming one of my most frequently used, but lately, there were a whole lot of reasons to be saying it. May was slowly showing me that I didn't know my mother half as well as I thought I had.

And I now had a thousand additional questions to ask, but May headed me off once again holding the photo.

"But getting back to this one, it is as you can plainly see, one of the more erotic, most sensual photo's I've ever seen taken before, even if I'm saying that about myself and your mother."

"Yes...it is!" I had to admit looking at it again, "and like I said before, how did you manage it anyway?"

"That was something that Tom did, the guy I knew and who took all of these," May stated. "He had us do something that your mother was at first reluctant to even do, but as aroused as we both were, she finally consented to it, and was damn glad she had afterwards, especially the way that these photos turned out."

"What did he have you do?" I asked.

"Tom wanted to capture the pure orgasmic bliss on our faces, but in order to do that, he needed to see us vulnerable, needed for the both of us to be vulnerable, and in that way, the look you see in the photos would show through, which obviously it did."

"Obviously...but again, how?"

May walked around to stand in front of me again on her side of the table. "By doing this," she said opening her robe, spreading her legs a little revealing herself as she leaned back against the counter for support. "Tom had me stand here, your mother there, against the table facing me, likewise standing just as I am now, displaying ourselves for one another, and for him too of course as he stood there watching us, eventually joining us as he stood jerking himself off while we all did."

"Fuck!" I moaned seeing it. "The three of you actually stood masturbating yourselves in front of one another?"

"Yes. By doing that, we got extremely aroused, amazing how so simple a thing as that could do it, but it did, as you can clearly see a few minutes later when he allowed us to come together for that particular photo. It wasn't posed, planned or anything like that, it just happened, and when it did, Tom caught it on film. I think...and so did your mother, that it was the most sensual photo any of us had ever seen."

I couldn't disagree with that at all either. The look on both of their faces was sheer magic, the beauty of their expressions clearly showing through in the photo, their vulnerability, their surrender to one another captured so perfectly on film.

May continued to stand there, one hand spreading herself, the other slowly teasing her erect clit which she purposely exposed allowing me to relive a bit of that moment as I watched her, and watched it happening inside my head just as though I was also there so many, many months ago now. I stood, my rock hard cock already sticking way out in front of me.

"Yes...yes," May moaned looking down and over towards me. "Stroke yourself, let me watch you, while you watch me," May moaned once again, her fingers busily pleasuring herself, one hand now cupping, fingering and fondling her breast as she stood there across from me, watching me as I likewise stood, touching my prick in ways that I only did while alone, never having shared them with anyone, not even my ex-wife Carol as I stood doing so, allowing my own vulnerability to surface. "I love seeing a man who isn't afraid to do that for a woman," May told me. "It really is incredibly erotic isn't it?"

"Yes...yes, it is," I said simply as we stood merely watching one another, feeling the arousal we mutually shared intensify. And as it did, I understood even better the moment that their friend Tom had forever captured on film, a moment I would forever treasure that he had.

#

I watched May climax, but even more amazing than that, was seeing her do it, her eyes still locked onto mine as she came, the vulnerability in them much like the look I saw in the photo. I had never seen someone climax quite that way before, eyes wide open, the expression on her face sheer pleasure, pure beauty as she did.

"Come for me too," she asked, her orgasm though slowing, still continuing as she encircled her almost too sensitive clit with her hand, watching me, urging me on as I stood a few feet away from her.

"What about..."

"Don't worry about it," she giggled. "I'm sure we'll be making more than one mess we'll have to clean up today," she informed me seriously. "Just come...let it squirt, let me watch you while you do," she urged me once again as I stood fisting myself, feeling the beginnings of what I knew to be a very powerful, very intense orgasm well on its way now.

"Fuck...May..." I said, my voice quivering with emotion and excitement. "I'm almost there," I told her, now slow stroking my cock as though in slow motion, something that very often produced an even greater intensity when I came, not to mention an even greater force behind the ejaculation itself when I did.

May placed both of her hands on her pussy now, prying apart her tender pink lips, the glistening wetness of her own spending still clinging to her neither lips which she openly displayed for me, the pink knot of her enlarged clit poking out towards me now, inviting the onslaught of my climax to find it's mark.

"Come on baby, shoot it! Squirt on me! See if you can hit my cunt!"

I could not believe the force of my release when it came, the sudden intensity that momentarily paralyzed me as I stood there, and as though seeing it in slow motion, the surge of spunk leaping from the head of my prick, arching across the room towards her, though I had aimed a bit too high, the first ribbon of my semen splashing against the lower portion of her breast instead. Adjusting slightly, now watching the second spurt likewise skyrocketing towards her, this one perfectly hitting the target as it landed near perfectly upon her clit, hearing her giggle at the contact, looking down to see it then even as another landed against her upper thigh. The remainder of my ejaculates now began to fall far short, though even these felt powerfully hard, and amazingly good even as they splattered against her tiled floor instead of her flesh.

Even as my cock dripped the last remnants of my spending, my hand only then milking out the last vestiges of pleasure, May gathered up the sticky ribbons of my cum, once again swirling it against her clit, triggering yet another orgasm which she cried out in delight while having, her legs nearly giving way, one hand going back up to her breast, squeezing her nipple just as she had begged me to do for her when she had come while riding me the night before. Seeing it, I wished more than ever to have had a camera in hand with me now. But barring that, I at least had an indelible image forever burned within my mind of a very erotic, very sensual woman sharing her pleasures with me as I stood there, cock still in hand, watching her.

#

We soon after did in fact clean up the mess we had made, along with washing and drying the breakfast dishes. We then dressed, hauling out the many boxes we had packed, setting aside some personal items I wished to keep, amongst those the photos that I would forever now cherish. Grateful to Tom a man I had never met, nor knew about until now, though I hoped to meet him one day soon, and thank him personally for doing what he had done for my mother, as strange as that may seem.

After running around, we returned back to May's place where she fixed us a light lunch.

"Have a proposition for you," she told me.

"What?"

"I'd like you to consider moving in to your mom's place," she began. "I really don't want to rent it out to anyone else at the moment, if ever to be honest with you. And I'll match whatever you were paying to make it worth your while."

I didn't even need to think about it. "Really? You're sure?" I asked.

"No...I'm just messing with you. Of course I'm sure!" she told me. "You'd have to function as my handy-man a bit, though I'm sure with your experience, you could handle anything that comes up," she said grinning at me. "As I'd certainly be willing to do myself," she added demurely speaking. "And speaking of which," she said glancing down towards my crotch, her mere look in that direction causing my cock to twitch expectantly.

"You're insatiable," I told her even as I unzipped my jeans.

"That a problem for you?" she asked walking over towards me.

"Not at all," I told her even as her hand fumbled briefly for a moment, finding me, and then releasing me as she leaned over once again surrounding me with her mouth sucking on it for a few moments until releasing me, looking up into my eyes then, a question already forming.

"I'm in a rather decadent mood, as if you can't already tell that," she stated. "Do you have any major 'no-no's' that you wouldn't even consider doing?" she asked me.

I couldn't really think of any, at the moment anyway. But also at the moment, with the pleasure her mouth was again giving my cock, I'd have lifted bricks with it if she'd asked me. "No...why? What would you like to do?" I asked curiously excited, wondering already what other kinds of surprises might be in store for me. Little did I know at the time either.

"You have any problems with ass-fucking?" she said pointedly.

I had never actually done that, tried it once with Carol but we'd soon given up on that notion when it simply became too unbearable for her to continue trying it, and as such, we'd never attempted to do so again.

"No," I said softly, surprised to hear that this was something May enjoyed doing, obviously wanted to do. 

"Good," she grinned broadly, leading me back upstairs to her bedroom. "But first, before we do that, I'll tell you another story while you're eating my pussy."

I laughed, following along, already looking forward to doing just that. "What kind of story?" I asked her excitedly, and then nearly tripped over myself on the stairs.

"How much your mother came to enjoy ass-fucking," she said simply, continuing on even as I stood on the step looking at her my mouth once again wide open though I could find no words to express myself.

#

After I had found my legs again, as well as my speech, I scrambled up the few remaining stairs. By that time, May had already positioned herself in the middle of the bed, legs spread bent at the knee waiting for me.

"Did you just say what I thought you said?"

"Eat me," she responded obscenely, wickedly displaying herself, "and I'll tell you about it, but you stop...I stop," she warned me.

Certainly curious, but aroused now as well once again, which I figured to always be the case whenever I was around her now, I slid into the bed between her legs, my tongue automatically snaking out to feast on the delicacy before me.

"Well, like I said earlier, your mother never did have intercourse with another man, that part was the truth, but she'd never experienced anal sex either, and when she saw Tom do that with me, she wanted to experience it for herself, something she managed to wrestle with and eventually come to terms with by never having done it, or even consider doing before. So that part...in her mind at least, wasn't something she had vowed or committed to herself to never do. And since by this time, she was obviously comfortable being around Tom, she decided she wanted to see what it was like."

Though tempted to ask a question or two, I refrained from doing so, hoping as I lay there flicking my tongue against May's enormously wonderful clit, that she'd eventually get around to answering my unasked questions, which in time, she did.

"As Tom was with me, which your mother had seen, he took his time, was very, very gentle and considerate, so she had firsthand knowledge of to some extent anyway, of what it would be like that first time. And he was careful and considerate with her too, both of us taking a great deal of time relaxing her, exciting her, and preparing her for when it finally did happen. But something else she wanted to feel, which I think made it even more interesting all things considered, was the fact that I was wearing my strap-on at the time too."

Now I did quit licking her for a moment, rising up onto my elbows looking at her. "You mean to tell me..."

"Yeah, exactly. Tom and I fucked her together that first time. Does that shock you?" May asked.

It did, but it didn't. I was learning more and more about my mother, beginning to more fully understand this incredible change in her, how she had come to embrace her sexuality for one thing, but her too long locked away desires and needs for another.

"No, not really, I guess," as I went back to pleasurably enjoy the sweetness of May's wet glistening cunt once again. "Go on!" I urged her as I went back to lapping at her clit with my tongue.

"Well, I certainly enjoyed doing that myself every once in a while, which is why I wondered and asked you if you would, but for someone who'd never done it before, let alone even consider it, your mother seemed to enjoy it even more than I do. Though she also only enjoyed doing it when I was inside her as well, or as long as something was anyway. Sometimes we would pleasure one another with two vibrators, which we did quite often, but she always enjoyed it more whenever Tom was able to come over, where he would then be the one to fuck her ass, while she sat on top of me while I wore the strap-on. Inevitably, she'd have several orgasms while doing this, she became multi-orgasmic, and eventually learned how to squirt whenever she did it this way."

I had to rise up hearing that one. "She learned how to squirt too?"

"Oh yeah, she did, and boy could she! After that, she did so nearly all the time, but mainly whenever the three of us where together and did it that way. Fascinated the hell out of me to see her do that. As hard as I tried to learn how myself, never really did. Came close a few times I think, bigger wet puddles than usual for me, but never did it the way I saw your mother eventually do it. Hottest damn thing I've ever seen," she said her eyes showing a sudden blankness as she lay there remembering. "Anyway, was thinking and remembering that a bit earlier, which is why I wondered if you'd enjoy doing that."

"I never have," I finally admitted to her.

Now it was her turn to be surprised. "Never?"

"Nope...never."

"You don't have to you know, not everyone cares to try it, or even think about doing it."

"Hell, I've thought about it plenty of times," I continued to admit. "Just never knew, or ever been with anyone, including my ex-wife, who was really willing to want to."

May smiled, rolled over slightly opening her nightstand drawer. Seconds later she handed me a bottle of KY. "Put plenty of this on yourself, as well as me," she instructed. "Then just do what I tell you to do after that."

In addition to the KY, I noticed she had also pulled out a life-like looking penis vibrator, though it was considerably longer and thicker around than I was. May saw the expression on my face as I looked at it and laughed.

"You're perfectly suited for ass-fucking," she told me. "Not too big...not too small. Trust me Brad, if you looked anything like this," she said holding up the toy, "you'd never get anywhere's near my ass."

I got over myself, and comfortably positioned myself behind her on my side after that, which is how she preferred it after telling me. Well lubricated as we both were, it didn't take but a moment after that, though I am sure because May was experienced and knew what she was doing, though I was also pretty good at following instructions too.

I had slowly eased myself into that tight hot passage, eventually hilting myself fully, after which laying there unmoving while May accustomed herself to the sensation, relaxing, before she then added the fake prick inside her cunt, turning it on.

"Feel that?"

"Fuck yes!" I responded as the titillating vibrations found their way over to me, stimulating my cock as it continued to rest unmoving inside her.

May began to slowly work the fake prick in and out of her cunt after that, the sensation of movement actually rubbing against me, likewise stimulating, as was the continued tickle of the vibrations that caressed us both.

"Fuck me," she purred. "Nice and slow."

I began rocking with her, slowly at first, just easing myself in, and then out, much as she was doing with the enormously sized cock that now pleasured her pussy. I soon after found a very pleasured rhythm, which we stayed with, my hands reaching around to capture her full breasts, kneading them contentedly, once again finding and playing with those rock hard nipples, thumbing and rolling them about as she sighed pleasurably, moaning her joy urging me on to handle them even more roughly after a time than I had been.

"Harder now baby, don't worry...it doesn't hurt, it just feels good, so feel free to really pull on them, and then pinch them when I cum, you'll know when...I assure you!"

Indeed, I did. May's ass seemed to tighten even more so around me just moments before I felt her tense up, the beginnings of her orgasm claiming her. As she did so, I then pinched her sweet hard nipples, pulling on them roughly, stretching them up and away from her breasts, heavy in my hands as I did so. But her pleasured cry told me that was exactly how she wanted it, needed it, and then succumbed fully to it as she came, just as I did, feeling the surge of my own prick's release, bathing the inside of that tight wet passage, slowly fucking in and out of her, holding onto her tits, hearing her scream, as mine then joined her becoming a duet of pleasured ecstasy as we sung the same song together.

#

Days later I was all moved in, living next door to her now, though we spent most if not every night together. The following weekend she had invited Tom over for dinner, so I finally met him, and thanked him for the beautiful photos he had taken, along with the gratitude for giving my mother the kind of sensual joy she had come to know shortly before her passing. And as I'd initially considered and thought to do, May and I had in fact blown up a couple of those photos, had them framed, and now hung on the wall of her bedroom, one in particular, which was a constant reminder of who my mother was, had become, just as I was only then beginning to learn about myself.

And there were many secrets yet to discover about things I didn't know. May dishing them out to me slowly over time, like succulent sweets to be savored one piece at a time. Though at times, I found it maddening for her to do.

Inevitably, she would tease me with one of their adventures while we made love, her stories both arousing, as well as enthralling as I lay there listening to them, oft times fingering her pussy while she did, or licking it, or even laying behind her, my cock either in her ass or her pussy while she shared with me their secrets.

I was still trying to catch my breath after a particularly arousing tale, we had shared a mind-blowing orgasm together, the image of Tom lying behind my mother, May having positioned herself in front, licking her as she came with Tom deeply embedded inside her ass.

"Fuck that was intense!" I told her still trying to collect my wits about me.

"Yes it was," she purred contentedly. "Almost as intense as the incidence with the clowns," she added a moment later.

"Clowns? What clowns?" I asked her.

But May had already drifted off to sleep, leaving that little secret to be shared another day.

#



Secrets



Everywhere, fabrics of the softest materials. Cut into the most erotic of shapes. Corsets to make one's body more slender. Bustiers to give the breasts a lift. Brassiers made so that the dark areolas can be seen. Most were sensible, which is what she looked to more. She could not fancy herself in something as silly as a corset or as brazen as the string thongs. Or maybe she could.... No, she went to the metal ring that held the bras. The regular bras. Satin, cotton, silk, flowers, plain colored, and white. 

A pair of strong arms encircled her shoulders in a gentle hug. Looking up, she smiled. He was handsome. Her cheeks pinkened as she realized he had walked through the lingerie store. And here she was embarrassed, because he was not. She turned her eyes back to the bras. His arms dropped from their resting place on her shoulders. 

She looked over her shoulder to see him walking away. Probably to find a music or video store. Shrugging to herself she continued her search. It was hard to find a bra for herself. Shuffling through, she found ones that held uplifting pads, ones that might as well had not been there for the lack of material. Finally, she found one, then two. Just her size. Turning to move toward the counter, being too shy to try them on now, she saw him.

He was heading towards her again. In his hand he carried a testament that he had not even left the store. One of those very non-conservative thongs. And a corset. 

Had to give him credit. The corset looked pretty, a soft white, with a shiny pattern of bows. The thong, too, what there was to it, was a nice shade of blue. Walking up to her, he leaned down to kiss her full lips. Pushing the two wisps of material into her hands. Please, he asked. 

With that look, how could she say no? 

Making a u-turn around a table of slinky panties that were tied on the side, she moved to the dressing rooms. The store attendants were up front, harassing some poor stick figure of a lady. She had a body the mannequins would envy. 

She started to shut the door, but he stopped her. Stepping inside. Glaring at him, he simply shrugged at her and sat upon the velvet plush bench. Across from him was a full length mirror. She stood there. Debating....he was obstinate enough to follow her to another dressing alcove. And if it wasn't now, eventually it would happen, she would have to undress in front of him. Giving an exasperated sigh, she hung the clothes up on the hook. She had a choice, to do it facing him, or the mirror. She chose to watch herself undress.

Her hands moved down her tummy, and pulled up on the slightly tight t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. Her hair fell over, covering half of her face from view. Looking into the mirror, she saw he had leaned over, so he too could watch her via the silvery mirror. Shaking her head, and pushing her brown curls back into place, she unzipped her pants and leaned down to push them off of her. As she leaned over, she felt a hand caressing her back, and could see his shadow upon the wall. He had leaned over to touch the soft skin on her back...her back that he had never seen before in the light. Standing there in the mismatched bra and underwear, she looked into the mirror. It was her habit to inspect herself when nearly naked. Only this time, she wasn't the only one. Her cheeks turned a slight pink at the recollection that she wasn't alone. 

She reached back to undo the clasps on her bra. His hands gently covered her own, and moved them away, as he pulled the clasps apart himself. He reached over and took the corset off the hanger. Standing there, she let him reach around her and slip the cool satin against her bare breasts. She sighed softly at the sensual feeling. With the deft hands of a novice, he slowly began snapping the corset closed. Her breasts swelled upwards as the tight material encompassed her chest. 

He sat down, his hands sliding from her back to her hips like feathers. When they reached the fabric of her panties, he began to pull them downwards. The proper voice of her mind told her to stop him and maybe even ask him to leave. The more adventurous, the one in control, bade her to wait as the cotton panties fell to her feet. She stepped out of them. 

He stood and took the thong from the hook and sat again. His long arms moved around her legs. Holding the thong before her, his head leaning against her left leg, looking up into the mirror to watch her face.

She shook a little as she stepped forward into the holes of the thong. 

With seductive slowness he brought it up. The silken material whispered against her nakedness. He stood up, still looking at her in the mirror. She trembled slightly as he pressed up against her. 

She stood there, her tanned breasts nearly flowing over the satin cups. The thong barely covered the curly triangle between her thighs.

Her breathing matched his, rhythmic, yet coming fast as they both looked at her image, standing in front of him. Her full figure shaped by the corset, the tiniest attempt at modesty by the pale blue thong, her long curls reaching near her hidden nipples. Pulling her hair aside he leaned down and kissed her neck, whispering, to her, Delectable. 

The kiss turned to a gentle nibble, as his arms once again encircled her. This time around her waist, his large slender left hand reaching up and cupping the satin that tentatively held her breasts. His right hand slipped down. A finger snaked beneath the triangular patch of material. His mouth trailed kisses along her bared neck. His warm breath teased her as did his fingers. The left hand found a nipple, and stroked it through the material, pressing it against the tightening bud. 

She leaned against him, her near naked body taking the heat from his hungrily. As his fingers of both hands worked against her skin, a quiet moan pressed against her lips. 

He stopped and stepped away. Pulled her toward the bench and pushed her down. The velvet felt cool against her buttocks. He kneeled before her. A hand on each knee, pushing them apart. One hand moved up the bare thigh to hold the patch of the thong aside. She saw in the mirror as his head dipped down. She felt the burning heat of his tongue as it slid between the crevice, tasting her wetness. Sucking at the succulent lips that rose to meet his lips. He pushed on, his tongue snuck along. It sought and found her clit, already taut. It craved to be petted. He was only too happy to comply. She watched herself, her chest expanding as she swallowed a gasp at the expected touch. Her eyes opening wide. She saw her lips pressed together, holding back any sounds lest they be found out. 

He lapped faintly. The tongue would create moist trails along either lip, then sink inwards until it would find her quivering gem. Which he tempted mercilessly. Her hips began to roll towards him, her fluidness being the precursor to her impending orgasm. He stopped. Licking his own lips clean of such savory juice. She gasped as he stopped. A pained, pleading expression upon her face. The full lips pulled into a pout, her brows furrowed softly, and her eyes looking up into his. He muffled a groan at such a look. 

Helping her up he stepped back. He turned and reached for the door handle. A hand on his bicep stopped him. She pulled him to her and kissed his lips, tasting herself there. Releasing a groan into his mouth as she moved him to the bench and this time, she pushed him down. She made swift work of opening his belt, snapping open the button and jerking down the zipper. She was rewarded with the proof that he had enjoyed his snack quite a bit. Grinning she kneeled above him, a knee on either side of his thighs. With utmost gentleness she lowered herself, allowing entrance to her temple. Only the tip. She heard the grit of his teeth as he restrained himself from forcing her down quicker. Shaking her head with the look of a temptress on her face. Looking down at him, she lowered herself, until she nearly met the base. And she waited before rose again, the textured walls inside her hugging him tightly within. She bit her lip. Her sex not willing to give him up. Again she lowered herself, a bit more quickly. And moving up again. Gliding down, her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed his muscled shoulders. One hand dropped to her own button, which she caressed with two fingers. One on each side of the hardened drop of flesh. With him deep in her, she rocked her hips, gliding the clit against her drenched fingers. Her head fell back as a silent scream was thrown from her throat. Her walls tightening against him as her body shuddered. She stopped moving, he shook his head in protest. 

When the shaking stopped, she gave him a smile and stood up. Albeit upon trembling legs. Shaking his head again he stood also, his cock throbbing with need of release. Her lids lowered, she watched him through the veil of lashes, a brow raised in question...just what would he do...especially here?

He grabbed her, spinning her around and pushed her forward. Her hands went out and hit the mirror. Her eyes seeking his out in his reflection as she leaned down. His own eyes watching her breasts spill from the corset, dark nipples peeking out. His hands moved to her back, as if to give her a massaged. They glided over the corset, until they came to rest against her bum. There, one hand slid down and pulled the string of silk aside. The other hand slid downwards and between her thighs, along the crevice that hid away the moistness. Her back arched at his simple touch as she was still sensitive. He gave her a feral smile. Tilting toward her, his hands seeking her breasts, pinching the glaring nipples. She bit her lip again. His cock set against her cheeks. Excitement flitted through her eyes...here? Now? Would he...? Then he moved his hands to her shoulders.

He pulled back, with a near inaudible growl he rushed forward, burying himself deep within her saturated sacred place. She had thought to taunt him moments ago, but no, that would not do...he pulled back again, watching her face. Her eyes widened as he pulled away. And squinted shut as he pushed roughly back in. There would be no denying him. Again he began to remove himself; they both felt the swelling of his cock. The sensitive head, trapped between the silken petals of her sex. She looked at him, brown eyes, to brown eyes, his smile one of animalistic desire. She bit her lip. Suddenly, he began pounding into her, quickly, roughly, burying himself deeper into her, if it were possible, each time. She felt him everywhere, his hands tight on her shoulders, pulling her body with such force. Again, her body responded. Hungrily it milked him, holding him prisoner each time he sliced into her. Her legs shook violently, and she whimpered. With a final thrust he came, as did she. The whole while they watched each other's faces, their eyes feeling heavy, as she rocked against him, and he clenched his jaw tightly. He leaned down, against her. 

I guess we're buying this one, he said.



Secrets



***Note to readers - to get the back-story on this submission, you'll need to read my previous story, "Christmas Party". And also, this one is quite long. I won't apologise for that, I got a wee bit carried away writing this.***

So... I decided to take your advice. I really wasn't sure about it, but after my last story, I got loads of emails telling me I should text my boss' fiancée... And life's too short to have regrets, isn't it?

I met her at the Christmas party. She was there with her fiancé. Gorgeous Greg. He's the depute MD of our company, and he is tall, dark, and completely stunning. I'll be honest with you – I had my eye on him that night. Until I met Ceri. She's just... just... wow. Words can't do her justice, but I'll do my best. 

She's the type of girl who doesn't have to try to look sexy, she's effortlessly beautiful. 

Gorgeous, striking blue eyes, glossy blonde hair, a perfect, lithe figure, and the filthiest laugh I've ever heard. Even just the way she carries herself, oozes raw sex appeal. She's in complete contrast to me, because although I know I'm pretty and I know how to make the best of my curves and long dark hair, I have to work at my appeal. Ceri's just naturally perfect.

I know I sound like a teenager who's just discovered her hormones, but that's how this feels to me – it's all new and exciting, I've never, ever, had feelings for a girl before.

I couldn't believe what had happened at the Christmas party. I went home shortly after she'd left me, horny and unsated, and brought myself off three times with a delicious combination of my own fingers and my faithful rabbit vibrator. I couldn't stop thinking about her, how she'd seduced me in the toilets, how amazing her tongue had felt on my clit, how her soft, elegant hands had felt on my body, and how she'd looked straight at me the whole time, pure filth sparkling in those gorgeous blue eyes. I was pretty fucking smitten. 

Three big orgasms later, the text had flown from my mobile all too easily, telling the useless guy I was dating that he was binned. As far as I was concerned, he had done me a favour, abandoning me to go out with his mates that night. The relationship had been going nowhere, and I was ready to be single for a bit and enjoy life.

As for the Ceri thing, the ball was in my court. She'd given me her number, told me to text her, and she didn't have my number. All these factors meant that it was up to me if I wanted to get in touch with her. And I really did... but I was also petrified. I mean, this was my boss' other half I was lusting after. 

Not the smartest move to make, especially when I had just started at the company fairly recently.

But the fact was, I couldn't stop thinking about her. And you know what it's like when you have unfinished business with someone. She had promised me an orgasm. I had no doubt that if I contacted her, she would deliver on that promise. But in the cold, sober light of day, was texting her the best move?

I decided to play it cool for a while, while I thought the awkward situation through, long and hard. I wasn't sure what the etiquette was, plus, as I kept telling myself, I'm into men. Definitely. 

****

Fast forward to two weeks later, almost a week into 2010, and everyone in the office was acting as though Christmas never happened. The tacky tinsel and fairy lights had been stacked away into a box ready for next year, the girls who worked in the fashion department were highlighting which looks were going to be hot for Spring despite the six or seven inches of snow we were all battling through to get to work, and as for us on the sales floor? Well, it was full steam ahead to recruit new advertisers for the new year.

I hadn't seen Greg since "That Night" and I was kind of hoping I wouldn't see him. How was I going to be able to look him in the eye after what I'd done with his fiancée?

I looked at my watch. Twenty past three. Still two hours before I could even think about packing up my stuff to go home. I sighed deeply and tapped my nails on the desk restlessly, trying to summon up enthusiasm for the document I was piecing together on my laptop. Sensing I wasn't getting anywhere with it, I decided it wouldn't really hurt anyone if I did a tiny bit of online shopping, and opened up the Topshop website.

"Jasmine, hey."

The voice behind me made me jump, guiltily looking up from the laptop screen and quickly minimising the page of sale party dresses I had been perusing. Behind me stood Greg, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement as he quietly observed my embarrassment. Fuck. 

"Just wondering how you're getting on, I've not seen you since before Christmas," he said.

"Fine, brilliant," I said breezily, trying desperately not to appear flustered. "You?"

"Yeah, Christmas was good," he smiled. "We went to Ceri's parents' house at the coast, it was lovely. Bloody snow almost stopped us getting back though!"

I laughed politely and wondered what to say next. He saved me the hassle.

"Well, I'm just heading round all the departments checking in, really. Must get on..." he said, turning and heading towards the office door.

"OK, see you later Greg," I said, smiling and crossing my fingers under the desk.

"Oh – and Jasmine? Before I go... Ceri says she's really disappointed you never got in touch with her," Greg said suddenly, turning in the doorway. "She said you two got on well at the party and she'd thought you'd be up for doing things with her... she's wondering why you've never called her?"

I felt my face flush crimson. "Doing... things?" I croaked.

"Well, she doesn't know many people down here, to be honest," Greg said ruefully. "She moved with me when I got this job, and she hates how I go out and network at weekends. But you know how it is, making deals on the golf course and all... I just think she's lonely. She really needs someone she can go out and... hit Topshop with," he smirked, raising an eyebrow in the direction of my laptop.

"Oh. I... I'll call her," I promised, knowing my face was still beetroot.

"And don't worry," Greg said with a wink, "we've all done a bit of shopping during work time. Just don't make a habit of it."

I heard the steady tap of his footsteps as he exited my office cubicle and went to speak to someone else in the sales team. I exhaled slowly. He hadn't given any indication that he knew what had happened between Ceri and I. She obviously had kept our secret. My mind was racing. Maybe she regretted what had happened? Maybe she wanted me to get in touch to warn me to keep quiet about it? Maybe her confidence and self assured manner had been a front? Or maybe... Just maybe, she had told Greg to get me to call her because she wanted a replay of what had happened before? 

My nipples hardened under my clothes, pressing against my white lace bra at the thought, and I rapidly felt my pussy grow damp. I crossed my legs firmly, trying to ignore my thong rubbing against my clit. Not at work, Jas. 

"Jasmine! I need the sales brief for that client you saw yesterday, and I need it now!"

With difficulty, I dragged my thoughts away from Ceri's long, perfectly proportioned, tanned legs and the memory of that tiny strip of blonde hair that lay tantalisingly between them. What the hell was happening to me? For now, my focus had to be on work. I'd figure out what to do with my other problems tonight.

****

That night, I sat in my pyjamas on the couch, looking at my mobile, trying hard to think of what to say in a text to Ceri. I needed to keep it casual enough so that I didn't put her under pressure, but also think of something that required a reply back. I sat, staring at the screen, occasionally pressing on the keypad to make the phone light up, searching for inspiration. Fuck it, why was this so hard? 

In the end, I settled for: "Hey lady, it's Jasmine here. Just a random txt really, G said he thought you'd be up for shopping or something, free on Sat? x" and hit send before I could have second thoughts. Done.

I threw the mobile on the couch beside me, the text was sent. No un-sending it now. I just had to hope she text me back. I would distract myself with TV.

My flatmate, Katie, came in and flopped down on the couch beside me, hooking her legs over my lap and sighing dramatically. "I'm so tired," she moaned, rolling her dark eyes and scraping back her bleached blonde hair into a messy ponytail. "My boss hates me, she made me do an hour's unpaid overtime today and I'm supposed to be meeting Ben tonight too. I'm sure he's going to dump me, I'm such a slave to work these days!"

I gave her a look. Ben was the latest in a string of boyfriends, her typical footballer type, with rock solid muscles and boyband good looks. However, he also spent more time in the bathroom than I did, and I knew for a fact Katie was not dating him for his brain – after being forced to sit through Mamma Mia with us, he'd commented, "isn't it good to see all the Abba songs in their original contexts!" I didn't rate him highly.

"Maybe it'd do you good to be single for a bit," I said. "I can't keep up with the men in your life!"

Katie batted long, mascara-coated eyelashes at me. "I've been going with Ben for three months now! We're practically at marriage stage!"

I rolled my eyes. "Uh-huh," I commented. "Well, I'm enjoying being single."

Katie swung her legs to the floor and grabbed my wrist, horrified. "Did he dump you?"

"No, I dumped him," I said matter-of-factly. "Because he was a cock. With a small cock. And I don't date cocks."

"But he was hot," Katie pouted. 

"He wasn't that hot," I protested. "His eyebrows met in the middle and he plucked them, and shaped them. That's just not right!"

My flatmate giggled. "Ben does that. It's like dating a girl!"

My mobile buzzed between us on the couch, startling me. Katie moved to hand it to me but I was faster, almost pouncing on it and snatching it away from her. 

"You're very cagey, Mrs," she giggled. "Are you SURE you're single? That looked like the secretive grab of a woman who has a man on the go!"

"It's just someone I met at the Christmas party," I said, not wanting to open the text in front of her. "We're mates, that's all."

Katie winked. "Friends with benefits, eh?" she smirked. "I know where I'm not wanted... I just hope he's hot enough for you! I'd better go and meet the love of my life, anyway. Laters, Jazzy." 

She strutted out of the living room, and moments later I heard the flat door slam behind her. With trembling hands, I read my text from Ceri.

"Took u long enough 2 pluck up the courage 2 txt me! Shopping? How boring! Lets hav some REAL fun instead... ;)"

Shaking, but feeling myself getting turned on despite my nerves, I replied, "what do you have in mind? x"

The text came back almost straight away. "I want 2 lie u on my bed, strip for you, tease u, make u want me, make u beg 4 me 2 fuck u!"

"I do want you. And you owe me an orgasm after you left me in the toilets at the party! x" I replied.

"Babe I'll make u scream u'll cum so hard ;)"

"And how exactly will you do that? x"

"Wait & c. U'll never date a man again!"

"I'm not good at waiting. Tell me more... x"

"I made myself cum 2day SO hard thinking of fucking u. Squirted everywhere. I'm gonna act out my fantasy on Sat. I will lick ur pussy til ur dripping wet then fuck u with a vibe til ur screaming. Gregs wondering why I'm smiling, it's cute."

"He's in the same room as you when you're texting all this?! x"

"Yep. Jealous?"

I had to admit, I was. Jealous of Greg, getting to spend time with that Goddess. I wanted her! Shifting on the couch, I slid one hand into my thong. Katie was well and truly out for the night – she'd probably stay at Ben's – and I had the flat to myself. With my other hand, I quickly composed a reply to her text.

"Very jealous. I'm also very wet thinking about you! Touching myself now... x"

"Im wet 2. Cant wait 2 taste u again. Finger urself 4 me... ur cunt wet?"

"Dripping! I can't wait to have your tongue on me. I'm rubbing my clit right now thinking about it. x"

"Greg jst asked what we're talking bout. I told him it was girl stuff & he wudnt understand! Take a pic 4 me babe, please?"

"OMG I can't take a pic, Ceri! My arms aren't long enough! x"

"Try, 4 me... Ill return the favour when G is out the room!! Want 2c if u really r wet 4 me! ;)"

Stretching out on the couch, I quickly removed my pyjama bottoms and tugged my thong to one side. I'd never done this before... Awkwardly, I spread my legs and took an arm's length photo of myself. Hardly even glancing at the photo, I selected 'send as picture message', and waited on the response. It came within seconds.

"WOW! Wish i was there 2 taste that! I reckon ur wet enough that i could get 4 fingers in u easily, maybe more..."

Experimentally, I slid three fingers into my pussy, moaning as I felt and heard how wet I was for her. I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy, shivering with delight as I imagined they were Ceri's. With my spare hand, I replied, 

"Sure you would! I'm imagining me on my hands and knees, with you behind me, your tongue in my pussy and your fingers on my clit! x"

"My tongue will b EVERYWHERE, from ur clit 2 ur arsehole. Mouth's watering at the thought..."

"I'm pumping my pussy with my fingers imagining it's you fucking me. I'm so close Ceri x"

"Good. Want u 2 cum thinking of me! Can't wait to use my big dildo 2 fill u up, and kiss u as u cum!"

"Fuck I'm close x"

"Or I might fuck u with a strap on..."

The image of her, with a dildo strapped around her slender hips, fake cock jutting obscenely from her pussy, pounding me as I lay on her bed, sent me over the edge. I cried out as I came hard, my eyes closed, hands grabbing at the couch below me as I felt my cunt spasm and my hips buck upwards in orgasm. 

"I just came SO hard! x"

"Good! Thats nothing compared 2 how hard u'll be cumming on Sat, I promise u. Gotta dash now sweetie, Greg getting jealous. Spk later! Mwah"

I lay back on the couch, my breathing slowly returning to normal and my racing heart slowing slightly. I exhaled hard and stared at the ceiling. How the hell was I going to be able to hold myself together until the weekend? It didn't bear thinking about...

****

I tipped my head back, letting the hot water cascade down my body. 8am on a Saturday morning was not a time I usually saw. But today was the day. Ceri was picking me up at ten, and I wanted to be ready for her. I had already been in the shower for half an hour, I'd washed my long dark hair twice with my favourite shampoo, used an intensive conditioner, shaved my legs and pussy, and was now lathering myself up with Katie's expensive body wash that one of her adoring exes had bought her at Christmas. 

I wanted to make myself as perfect as possible for Ceri. Just the thought of her: her huge almond shaped blue eyes, her small, high breasts and her wonderfully toned, athlete's body, made me want to slide my fingers into my cunt now, but she had sent me a text last night warning me not to touch myself before I saw her, that she wanted me horny and on edge. 

"Get out of the fucking shower, bitch!" Katie hammered on the door furiously, jolting me out of my wandering thoughts and making me turn the water off quickly, squeeze the excess water off my hair and wrap myself in a large fluffy towel.

I passed her in the hallway as she stood, hands on hips, looking suspicious. "Some of us have work on a Saturday, you know," she said. "Why are you up this early? You don't get out of bed til the afternoon usually."

"I'm meeting a friend," I said, glad that my face was already flushed from the hot shower. 

Katie's face brightened. "Ohhhhhhh. The guy from the Christmas party?" 

"Something like that," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes, shifting from one foot to the other. "Anyway, don't want to be late."

Katie laughed and shut the bathroom door in my face, dismissing me from the awkward moment. I shut myself in my room and surveyed the outfit I'd already laid out on my bed. Skinny jeans, which I knew clung to my curvy arse and showed off my legs to their best advantage, knee-high black boots, which were complete and utter "taxi shoes" – you know, shoes that are so impossible to walk in that you have to taxi everywhere – and a clingy black vest that emphasised my ample cleavage and my small waist. 

I blow-dried my hair and heated up my GHDs, ready to create a few loose curls like I'd had at the Christmas party, and covered myself in body lotion. An hour and a half before she was due to pick me up. Katie would have gone to work by then, so I wouldn't have to face the gauntlet of getting out of the flat without being seen. 

I slowly put on my underwear, a tiny black lace thong which fit snugly against my smooth pussy and barely covered my full lips, and my favourite black lace push-up bra, and sat myself down in front of my mirror to tame and curl my unruly hair. Now that I was going to be seeing her again, my stomach was churning and I was an odd mix of horny and terrified.

I'd been getting myself off over fantasies of Ceri all week, and now I was going to have the opportunity to make some of those thoughts come true, I was excited, but also had butterflies the size of birds in my stomach. I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, staring myself in the eye sternly. What I needed was advice and reassurance, but I couldn't exactly talk to any of my friends about this. 

"Right, Jasmine," I whispered aloud, carefully studying my reflection, "why the hell are you nervous? You want this, she wants this, you've already done it once before, what's different this time?" 

As I spoke, I had a sudden realisation what was different about this time: it was planned, and it was on Ceri's terms. Last time, our liaison had been alcohol-fuelled, and it had been on neutral territory at the office party. This time, I was actively dressing with her in mind, and the plans for the day had all been made by her. In short, she was in charge.

My mobile vibrated on the bed next to me and I read the waiting text message. 

"Hey lover, cu in jst over 1 hr, hope u've not been touchin ur cunt, i want that saved 4 me! Dropping G at golf course in a bit... cu soon! ;o)"

I touched the mobile to my lips, breathing deeply. It was really happening. 

I curled my hair, carefully applied my make-up, nothing too heavy, just some neutral eye shadow and mascara, and pulled on my carefully selected outfit. I was ready. 

I heard Katie slam the flat door as she breezed off to work, and checked my phone. Twenty minutes to wait. I'd text Ceri my address, and she had assured me her sat-nav would find it. So now, to wait.

Fifteen minutes. I nervously checked my teeth in the mirror and applied more lip-gloss.

Ten minutes. I moved from sitting in front of the mirror to beside the window, so I could watch for Ceri's car pulling up.

Five minutes. To distract myself, I started going through the inbox on my phone, deleting my old texts. I kept the ones from her though, re-reading our conversation from the other night, feeling myself getting turned on all over again as I imagined kissing her, her soft blonde hair under my fingers, her long eyelashes brushing my cheeks...

My phone vibrated in my hand.

"Outside. Cum find me!"

Fuck, it was now or never. I still couldn't believe how nervous I felt! 

Outside, and there she was, in a sleek black BMW that somehow matched her groomed, well-bred appearance. Today her long blonde hair was caught at the nape of her elegant neck in a ponytail, which made her look younger, and she was wearing a casual pair of bootcut jeans and a tight cowl neck white jumper which clung to her small curves and showed off her winter tan.

Slowly, I got into the car, sliding onto the leather seat and turning to face her. "I'm really nervous," I gabbled. "I mean, I've never done this, I mean, met a girl for..."




Secrets



"Shut up," she interrupted, leaning across the gearstick, placing one finger on my lips and putting my seatbelt on for me, her hand lingering on my breast for a moment longer than necessary. "Because if you're talking, I can't kiss you."

She leaned in to me, the mingling scents of her shampoo and light perfume dancing in my nostrils as she cupped my face in her small, gentle hands. I responded by opening my mouth to her as our lips met, gentle at first then more passionate, with her tongue flickering across mine. I opened my eyes as she pulled away, leaving me flushed and breathing heavily. 

"Less nervous now?" she smiled, sliding the car into gear and pulling out of my street.

I nodded dumbly, my heart racing as I looked at her, taking in her flawless complexion and full lips, her huge blue eyes fixed on the road ahead. 

She broke the silence. "Shame you're wearing jeans today, if you'd been in a skirt I could have fingered you at traffic lights." 

She spoke so casually, her words flippant, but the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced sideways told me that she knew the effect her words were having on me.

I gulped, shifting in my seat as I felt my clit throb, knowing my pussy was already wet for her, imagining her fingers inside me. 

"Would you have liked that?" still casual, girlish.

"Of course..." I licked my lips, still looking at her, feeling shy, but so hot for her.

We pulled to a stop at a set of traffic lights. She looked me square in the eye. "Tell me what you want, horny little girl."

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, blushing at saying the words out loud to her.

"Well, you're lucky we're almost there," she said, pulling the car onto a small B-road. I had to admit that I had no clue where we were. 

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," she said, her right hand on the steering wheel, her left moving to my leg, her long nails giving me goosebumps as she lightly stroked my thigh. 

"I want you... no, I NEED you to make me cum," I said, half closing my eyes in response to her stroking as her fingers caressed the inner seam of my jeans, moving higher towards my ready cunt.

"Undo your jeans for me," she ordered.

With shaking fingers, I obeyed.

"Now touch yourself. Don't put your fingers inside yourself, just rub your clit for now. Feel good?"

I inhaled sharply as my cool fingers found my hot clit, already hard and sensitive, and started to rub. "I want you, Ceri," I gasped.

"Good. Because I want you too." She pulled the car into a lay-by and turned off the ignition. 

With a low moan, she grabbed my face and kissed me, hard, her teeth grabbing my lower lip. My hands flew to her hair, my fingers twisting into her blonde locks as our tongues met again, wetly, her hands roaming down my neck to my breasts. "You have amazing tits," she breathed into my mouth.

I didn't reply, just kissed her harder, my fingers snaking down her back, trying to pull her closer.

"Hang on," she whispered, pulling back. "Push your chair back as far as it'll go, I need to get on top of you, you're so beautiful."

Obediently, I reclined my chair, lying back on the soft leather seat. 

"That's better," she murmured, pulling her jumper over her head and crawling over the seat to straddle me. She pushed my jeans to the floor and quickly removed my vest top. "You're perfect."

I groaned, feeling her hands cup my breasts through my bra, gently squeezing, her hair falling loose from its ponytail and onto my shoulders as she bent to kiss me again. 

Fumbling, I undid the button on her jeans, slipping my hands inside and feeling soft, satin knickers covering her arse. She wriggled out of her jeans, kicking them off to join mine in the footwell of the car. She ground her hot cunt against me, the satin already damp from her arousal.

"Ceri... what if someone sees?" I felt a moment of panic rise into my chest as she reached around me to undo my bra, reality kicking in for a moment as I realised we were parked at the side of a road.

"No-one will come past, honest." She pressed me down against the seat, her hands seeming like they were all over me at once. "Trust me," she whispered, gently tugging my thong down over my arse, sliding down my body and breathing over my dampening pussy. 

"Oh, fucking hell, Ceri..." I murmured, lost in the moment, suddenly no longer bothered if anyone saw us. 

With a lewd grin, she plunged three fingers deep into my pussy, her hand sliding easily against my soaked slit. Bringing her tongue to my clit, she started lightly flicking it back and forward across my sensitive nub, her hot breath in sharp contrast with the coolness of the air in the car. 

I moaned loudly and grabbed my own breasts, squeezing my nipples and rolling them between my fingers as Ceri finger-fucked my cunt, her hand moving more quickly and with increasing roughness as I bucked my hips to meet every stroke. 

My breath came in short gasps as I lived out the fantasies that had been circling in my head for the last two weeks. Ceri started flicking my clit harder with her tongue, curving her fingers slightly as she pushed them into me to angle towards my G-spot. I twisted my fingers into her hair, pulling her tongue ever closer to my pussy, wanting her to taste how wet I was for her, wanting her to know she drove me absolutely crazy. Knowing what I wanted, she dipped her tongue into my soaking pussy, moaning loudly as she pushed it inside me.

I gasped audibly as she twirled her tongue around inside me, seeming to savour my taste, before licking slowly down my slit to my arsehole, loosening it up with her relentless tongue as she pushed gently but firmly inside. 

"I'm close..." I whispered, feeling the tell-tale warmth start to build up in my clit and pussy as she tongue-fucked my arse. 

"Yeah?" she breathed, her hot breath on my skin giving me goose-bumps.

Skillfully, she pushed her fingers hard inside me again, stretching my cunt wide with four this time. I was so wet, her slender fingers just slipped in easily. 

Still tonguing my arse, she pumped my pussy roughly, bringing me closer... closer... until I felt myself spasm around her fingers, twisting in ecstasy as I came, grabbing her wrist to slow her movements as her thumb grazed my sensitive clit.

Greedily, she lapped at my pussy like she was savouring every last minute of my orgasm, then slid herself up my body and kissed me deeply, her tongue finding its way into my mouth and doing nothing to slow my racing heart as I tasted myself on her lips.

"Promised you," she smiled. "How was that for you?"

Still trembling, I smiled back at her and pushed her hair back from her damp face. "Amazing. Like you," I said.

"There's more where that came from..." She ground her satin covered pussy against mine, making me groan as she brushed my clit, still overly sensitive from my orgasm.

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and thrusting her small breasts in my face. Automatically, I reached for her nipples, feeling them harden immediately under my gentle touch as I caressed her soft skin.

Pulling away momentarily, she leaned over me to reach into her handbag, which was on the back seat. Triumphantly, she sat up, still grinding her pussy against mine as she straddled me. "I came prepared," she commented, holding up a wide pink rabbit vibrator.

She sucked the rubber cock into her mouth, maintaining eye contact as she gagged, deep throating the toy. Fascinated, I knew I was staring with my mouth slightly open, but watching her hungrily get as much of the vibe as she could into her mouth was getting me hot again.

She paused for a second, the tip of the dildo poised touching her lower lip as she smiled lazily. "The question is," she mused, "where would this feel best?"

She pressed a button, and the rabbit ears on the vibe started buzzing. Still holding eye contact with me, she rubbed the vibrating toy down her body, over her nipples, down that perfect stomach, and against the wet patch that was seeping through the dark satin of her knickers. 

I could feel the vibrations in my own clit as she rubbed the toy back and forward, clearly enjoying the feel of the buzz on her pussy. Half closing her eyes, she rocked her hips, mingling my juices with her own that were so clearly soaking through her knickers.

"I think... this... would feel good," she hissed suddenly, plunging the toy inside me in one fluid stroke.

I cried out, feeling the intense vibrations buzzing through my own sensitive clit as she humped her own wet cunt against me, moving the toy inside me and bringing me quickly to a second explosive orgasm. 

Still grinding against me, I felt her whole body tense and a gush of her hot, sticky juice cover my clit as she rode herself to her own release.

Sighing my name, she slumped forward, lying on top of me on the seat as our sweat mingled together, hair stuck to our faces, a tangle of limbs as we both fought to get our breath back.

"We have to do this again," she breathed, her heart pounding against mine as we lay together on the hot leather. "But for now, I should get back."

Opening the car door, she delicately got out, quickly stripped off her soaking knickers, and pulled her jeans on. Fastening her bra, she nodded to me to get dressed as well. 

Suddenly realising we were still parked conspicuously in a lay-by, I quickly pulled my own clothes back on.

Ceri, now fully dressed, slid back into the driving seat and leaned across to kiss me. "This is our secret, OK?" she said, looking young and vulnerable as she tied her blonde hair back off her face. "We need to meet again though. I can't face not having this to look forward to!"

I nodded. "OK. And Ceri...? I really like you."

She smiled. "Of course you do, darling. I still have your cum on my face. Now let's get home and get tidied up."

****

I curled up under a blanket, legs tucked under me as I vegetated in front of some mindless soap on TV. To be honest, I couldn't keep the characters straight from one another tonight, my mind was completely and utterly filled with visions of Ceri. Her fucking me, seeing her smile, or even just being with her, enjoying the flirty banter we volleyed easily back and forwards.

My mobile vibrated on the couch next to me. It was bound to be her, making more lewd promises regarding this weekend, dirty bitch that she was. Smiling, I picked up my phone, but my smile faded quickly and I felt my stomach lurch when I saw the text from Greg's number... "I've seen the texts on her phone. Want to tell me what the fuck you've been up to with my fiancée?"

I stared at the phone. Oh shit. How was I going to get out of this one?



Secrets



The heat from his body was enough to send my own body into a state of arousal. He had this sickening power over me, something I couldn't control but damn if I wasn't going to make him suffer as much as I did. There we were, lying on the couch together. Our bodies facing different directions. The blanket over us shielded any stares we would have gotten as his fingers started to run up and down my legs, my own hands mimicking his. Innocent enough at first, but the line started to blur as we kept running our hands higher and higher up each other's legs.

He traced the most delicate circles around my inner thigh that caused a wetness to form and I am sure he could feel the heat radiating from my sex. I continued my own trials, using my nails to arouse him, which I could tell by the bulge which started to rise underneath the blanket. As if thinking the same thought, we both inched down, closing the distance between us.

The others in the room had no idea what was occurring as they droned on in their own chatter. All I could think of was how much I wanted him, right then and there. I didn't care who saw what. I wanted to tear his clothes off him as he did the same. Pull, tug, and claw at him in some animalistic frenzy to get closer to him, to allow him to go deeper and harder, reaching to an orgasm of pure ecstasy. But we somehow maintained our little secret, under the covers.

The space between us gone now, his fingers danced along the edge of my lacey little thong, the wetness growing between the thin fabric and my sex. To let him know how aroused I was, I clawed his inner thigh, grazing his hard-on. Without hesitation, he swiftly inserted one finger into me.

I stifled a moan to keep our secret secure, but I bit my lip as he pumped his finger in and out of me. I wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock and started matching his rhythm as best I could. I was not sure how long I could maintain my composure while I was being finger fucked.

Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. He removed his finger from me and went into the bathroom. I laid there on the couch, in a state of complete arousal and not satisfied. I could feel the stiffness of my nipples through the thin layer of clothes I had on, my breath was coming in at ragged pace.

He made his bed on the floor of the living room, mine was on the couch. The sexual energy and tension in the air was electrifying. Trying to contain it was trying to contain a wild bull, impossible. When everyone had gone to their respective rooms, leaving just him and I in the living room, alone, it became too much. We needed to conquer this beast.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me out the door and down the street towards his own house. It was like trying to walk when all you wanted to do was run. We made it back to his room and before the door could click closed behind us, we were on each other like two dogs in heat.

His mouth meets mine and as our tongues danced in each other's mouth, I was removing his clothes. Tearing his shirt over his head and reaching for his belt, he removed my little tank top, fully exposing my breast to him. He latched on and began to suck my perk nipples with such intensity, my knees buckled. I lost my own train of thought as he switched between flicking my nipples with his tongue and biting them. I twisted my fingers into his hair and began to tug.

We had to be quiet since the rest of his family was asleep in the rooms around us, but a moan managed to escape. He looked up from below and smiled his devilish grin and I managed to regain control and went back to removing the rest of his clothes. Pulling me into a deep kiss, he lowered me to the floor, our hands roaming, scratching; grabbing each other like tonight was our last. He left my mouth and went to kiss my neck. I ran my feet down his legs and flipped him over onto his back. The moonlight shown in through the window was being our only source of light, casting a glow across our glistening bodies, making everything seems to be a dream.

I straddled him and lowered my chest down onto his. My long hair brushing against his face and chest, I traced his neck with my tongue. Moving it around in small circles I made my way up to his ear and nibbled on his ear lobe. He let out a sound which could only be described as pure pleasure, he could take no more. Flipping me back over roughly, he grabbed my arms, placing them over my head, hands intertwined, he moved the head of his cock to my entrance. With one swift and rough motion, he entered me fully. I arched my back to force him deeper, wrapping my legs around his hips, holding him in me. He started a slow rhythm, his eyes fluttering and my breath became more ragged. As his pace increased, I met his thrust with my own. Deep, filling, rough.

Caught in the moment, he released my hands and pulled my hair, exposing my neck where he bit, sucked and licked. My body was racked in pleasure and I returned the abuse.

I clawed down his back and grabbed his firm little ass in my hands and squeezed. Bring one hand back to the hair on the nape of his neck, I pulled hard. As his head arched back, I took this chance to turn him over, with his prick still in me. I was on top and in control now. I told him he could not touch, he could not move. Only watch and take my abuse. I rocked my pelvis in slow gyrating circles, running my hands across his chest. I brought my own mouth to his little nipple and bit them, licked them, as he had done to mine.

I continued to fuck his prick, my movements becoming harder and faster. I sat back up and reached back and grabbed his legs, pressing my chest out, my breast bouncing with each and every motion I made. He no longer could obey my rules and sat up, latching his mouth onto a nipple. I continued to gyrate on him, not giving up my control. He sucked, bit, pulled my poor nipples, sending both of us into a frenzy. I was beginning to feel a surge build in my sex.

I was not sure how much longer I could hold out before I came. He took my hesitation as a sign for him to take control again and turned me over onto my stomach. Grabbing my hips, he lifted me onto my hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and proceeded to fuck me from behind. With one hand on my hip, the other reached up to my breast where he fondled them, as he continued to ram his prick as hard and fast and deep as he could into me.

Our grunts and moans were doing nothing but letting those around us know the intensity of the pleasure we were experiencing. I sat up on his prick, allowing him to continue, and turned around to kiss him, forcing his mouth open with mine. I knew I was going to come soon, I could feel the surge build up like a tidal wave. After a few more deep thrust from him, I lost all control. My body shuddering from the impact of the orgasm.

It was then I locked in a deep kiss with him. My one hand fisted in his hair, while the other stimulated my own clit. He thrust himself again and again into my soaking sex a few more times before collapsing on top of me.

Our slick, wet bodies smelling of the deed we just committed, our hair sticking to our faces. We lay there, in each other's arms, attempting to regain our breath. The heat emanating from our bodies, our scents were strong. He brushed the hair from my face, placing a finger under my chin and raising my eyes to meet his. He gently kissed my lips, nose, and forehead as if to say you are beautiful, you are safe. We lay there for a few moments, in our own little world before locating our clothes and making our way back to the living room we had earlier vacated.



Secrets



Secrets are one of the things that I love about being married. Some of the best secrets that my wife and I share with each other are, of course sexual ones, and that makes them special. I guess we're both pretty average looking and no one would ever guess that we are as intensely sexual about some things. And that includes some of our closest friends. Sex is a very important aspect of our marriage and we both agree that as long as no one is being forced or hurt, as a couple, we will pretty much try anything at least once. I have to say that most of our sex experiences and secrets have been downright delicious!

I found this site and it prompted a discussion it with my wife. I asked her if it would be all right with her if I shared one of our biggest secrets with you. After thinking about it for a while she agreed saying with a laugh, "Ok, as long as no one found out who we really are!"

So this is how it happened.

The first few years of our marriage, which we have sometimes felt, is where a marriage, good or bad, is established. In ours, we both kept a secret from each other. The secrets were about something that had always turned us both on. It was the practice of golden showers. Neither of us knew how the other would react if they knew, and since we were still building the relationship, we never brought the subject up to each other. In our silence, we were unaware of each other's feelings about it. So secretly, we thought we were the only one who found the practice of golden showers very erotic.

My wife told me how she first got started was when she was in college, she came to the realization that she got very turned-on watching and feeling herself peeing in the shower. She said she loved the feeling when her hot pee mixed with the shower water and ran down her legs. She also admitted that about that time she would occasionally sit on the toilet and look at her pussy in a hand mirror as she peed. But I'm getting ahead of myself. 

As a teenager I wondered almost constantly what it would look like to actually see a woman pissing. Many times my imagination would run into wild fantasies as I tried to picture the golden stream as it came from some imaginary pussy. It was one of my favorite erotic thoughts that I held as I jacked-off in my room. I also came to learn that most people didn't feel the same way as I did. Or at least they didn't admit it. My erotic thoughts stayed and matured in me as I got older. When we first got married it seemed like my wife and I had sex almost every night and it was very good, however I still found myself occasionally fantasizing about golden showers and the fantasies were so strong that I would sometimes find time to be alone to jack-off. 

I would think about my wife's pussy and what it looked like close-up and I would imagine watching her soft pink pussy lips quivering as her golden stream emerged from her body. One time, soon after we were married, we were both getting ready for work and while I was in the bathroom my wife came in wearing nothing but her panties and sat down on the toilet to pee. Almost without thinking I asked her to spread her legs so I could watch and she did as she gave me a big smile. The view was so erotic it was almost more than I could stand yet I tried to act nonchalant, not wanting to let on one of my deepest secret desires. Years later she admitted that that particular incident really turned her on but she too didn't know how to tell me. 

One afternoon while my wife was away from the house I was feeling very horny and I decided it would be a good opportunity to masturbate the golden-way, which, by this time, I had been doing for a few years. I began my ritual by taking off my clothes and going into the bathroom and filling the bathtub with warm water. I would get into the tub and began to slowly fondle my cock into a nice hard on. For at least an hour before I got into the tub I needed to pee, but I held it back. As was my usual practice, when my cock was hard I would slowly stroke it until I was very close to cumming, then I would stop jacking-off and let my cock rest a little. This always produced a feeling in my cock that was hard to distinguish between whether I needed to cum or piss, either way; I always found the feeling very good and intense. When the intensity would subside I would start to jack-off again and repeat the process. After about the third or forth time doing this I usually can't hold my piss any longer and I would let my golden stream go as I aimed it up my body. This feeling for me, in some ways, is very similar to an orgasm. Not to mention how erotic it was to see and feel my own piss spewing from my cock! Sometimes if I could prolong it for longer than usual, the force of my urine stream would reach as far up as my face and neck. 

On this particular afternoon I had brought myself to the point where I couldn't prolong it much longer and just before cumming I let go of my golden stream and bathed my chest and neck with my own hot piss. My eyes were fixated on the opening of my urethra as I watched the piss streaming out of my cock. When I was finished pissing I began to jack-off again, this time I knew that I would jack-off until I came. What I didn't know was that my wife had come home early had been watching me through the crack in the bathroom door. As I got closer to cumming my wife suddenly entered the bathroom! She was completely nude, having taken her clothes off and leaving them outside the bathroom door. Needless to say I was shocked because I thought I was alone in the house. I was also embarrassed because she caught me in a very private moment. I started to stammer something about taking a bath because of yard work but she just put her finger to her lips to as she stepped into the bathtub with me. As she faced me she placed her feet on both side of my hips and squatted about halfway down. She held her position above me for a few brief moments and I watched as her abdomen tightened slightly and a golden stream of her delicious pee began to trickle from her cunt. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! The first drops of her pee landed on my cock and I watched, trying to notice every detail, as it began to get stronger. It finally gained some force and turned to a stream that squirted from her cunt lips and splashed on my stomach and chest. I was so turned-on that my cock was harder and bigger than I had ever seen it before. 

When she was finished she sunk down in the bathtub on her knees, which put her damp pussy directly on top of my wet cock. Leaning forward she gave me a deep kiss and said, "I didn't mean to watch you but I'm glad I did. That was such a turn-on!"

I was still a little embarrassed about getting caught and at the same time surprised by what she had done. Mostly though, I was so intensely turned on by finally watching her lovely pussy as the golden stream flowed from it. I think I said something dumb like, "Yeah, me too!" 

We then got out of the bathtub and moved to the rug on the bathroom floor where she got on her hands and knees. I slipped my cock into her vagina, which was drenched with a mixture of piss and her clear, pre-fuck lubrication. The copious amount let me know how intensely turned-on she was. I leaned forward and kissed her on her back as I gently squeezed her left tit and said to her, "I guess my secret is out!" 

Turning her head she looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I think we both have the same secret!"

It took me a moment to fully understand what she meant then we both started to laugh. 

We kept fucking and we both were very close to our first orgasm when she stopped and said, "Wait, I want to show you something. It's something that is part of MY secret!"

I wasn't sure what she meant but we got up from the bathroom floor and I followed her to the bedroom and into our large walk-in closet. She got down on her knees and reached back behind her shoes and brought out an old oversized leather purse that she hadn't used in years. Opening it, she reached in and carefully pulled out a handful of photographs and handed them to me as I sat down on the thick carpet next to her. The photographs were of couples, 3-somes, 4-somes, and a few singles participating in golden showers. Most of the pictures were close-ups of couples fucking while receiving erotic streams of piss on their sex organs. One of the photos was of a woman taking a golden shower in her mouth. I studied at the picture for a few moments then glanced at my wife to see her reaction, but there was none that I could see, she just kept lustfully staring at the picture in my hand. 

"This is my secret collection." She said. "I never told you about them because I didn't really know what you would say if you knew I had them. I've wanted to tell you…I guess I was just waiting for the right time. When I watched you in the bathtub at first I just thought you were just going to jack-off, but when you gave yourself a golden shower I got so horny I came while I was standing there. I was afraid you were going to cum before I could get naked and join you!"

"Where did you get these pictures?" I asked.

"Different places I guess. Most of them I got when I was in college." She said.

I looked at the photographs very carefully. "My god, these are so erotic!" I said as I let my hand drop down and I started to stroke my cock. I was so turned-on at that point I could hardly stand it. 

"I'm so relieved that you know my secret! I've wanted to tell you since before we were married!" She said as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

"It's the same with me!" I said as I began to fondle her clit.

We sat on the floor of the closet and shared with each other our golden shower secrets. We talked about how many times we wanted to say something but didn't. We talked about some of the erotic things we wanted to try with each other and we talked about how hard it was sometimes to keep our secret from other people. When we finally shared with each other our earliest adventures of discovery and experimentation with golden showers and masturbation. At that point we were both so turned-on we kissed passionately and I started to gently ease her back so that we could begin fucking again but she resisted me a little and said, "I have one more picture to show you, it's my favorite!" She reached back into the purse and pulled out another photograph. Holding it against her nude chest she hesitated then looked into my eyes with a slightly mischievous look and said, "I love this one, I get so hot looking at it!" Then she gave me her little girl look as she shrugged her shoulders and gave me the photograph. The photo was of woman lying on her back, she had her legs spread and held up towards her chest. In her cunt and asshole were two small red funnels and a man's large penis was obviously filling them both with his piss-spewing cock. 

"That looks like so much fun!" She whispered breathlessly.

I dropped the photograph and kissed her deeply as I eased her back on the carpet. Moving up I hovered above her briefly before I parted her legs with my knees and slipped my cock inside her pussy. As we slowly began to fuck again I reached over and picked up the photo of the woman with the funnels in her two holes, and I put it in my wife's hand. "Here, look at this while I fuck you darling…imagine that is my golden liquid filling your cunt and ass!" 

She moaned so loudly that it almost sounded like a deep sobbing and she managed to utter between her moans, "I want to give me a golden douche…I want you to bathe my clitoris with your hot piss! I want to feel the funnels in me!" 

We were both so turned-on our orgasms were building with incredible power. As we fucked I continued to tell her of the wonderful golden showers I was already planning to give her.

Her eyes eagerly searched the photographs as if she was seeing them for the first time. Periodically she would close her eyes from the intense pleasure she was feeling, then open them again and study the pictures once more. I saw the small beads of perspiration forming on her temples that meant that she was just a few strokes away from cumming, so I managed to say, "I can hardly wait until this evening when I can piss on your tits and cunt when we fuck!" With that her whole body tightened and she let out a loud, low moan of pleasure as we both came together. It was a strong, hard cum that lasted longer than any cum I could remember having had before. After the initial load of my cum exploded into her vagina my cock continued to pump smaller loads of cum inside her. Exhausted, for a long time we both lay on the floor together, almost unable to move. My cock had softened somewhat, yet, her tight cunt held it still inside her. Suddenly, I felt the muscles of her vagina loosen and my cock slipped out of her accompanied by a small, hot stream of her piss. 

That was several years ago and since then we have had explored many wonderful aspects of our shared love of golden showers. We've experienced them at home, on vacations, beaches, on hikes, and eventually even with other couples. We pretty much had to feel our way along with some of the things we tried, and with patience we learned that we could do some things that at first we didn't think was possible. 

We have a nice collection of very private photographs and videos of our golden shower fun that we look at from time to time and they never fail to turn-us on. They represent some very intense and wonderful times we've had over the years. 

We often had some discussions with a few friends who also share our secret passion and we suspect that there are a lot more people out there who find this activity very erotic, but will never be able to admit it to their spouses or partner, perhaps not even to themselves. 

That's OK, they just don't know the erotic fun they are missing!



Secrets



As I walk alone through the mall looking in the store windows, my mind wanders back to you. The feeling I have when we are together. That feeling of being one with you. It is so incredible. I was sad to see you get out of bed this evening and get dressed to go to work. I wanted to just pull you back down to me in bed and make love to you but I knew it was not the wise thing to do. I had the night off so I decided to go to the mall and goof off and maybe catch a movie.

As I walked past Victoria's Secret, I smiled. We love to go in and shop around. I decided to go in and look around for something you didn't have. Boy, that was not an easy task! The girls in the store have come to know us by name and know your taste and size better than I do. Tamara approaches from across the store with her radiant smile beaming. We chat a while and she ask what I am looking for and we discuss it and she leads me to a rack of matching bras and panties. The look in Tamara's eyes are different but I pay it no attention as she walks away. The store is quiet tonight and is close to closing. I noticed earlier that she was the only one in tonight. Life as a manager I guess and just dismiss it.

I am consumed by a familiar feeling and then I feel arms wrap around me from behind. I turn to see your radiant smile looking up at me. You say that you got off work early. I am happy to see you and you take a matching panty set from my hands and ask if I like it. I say that it is nice but hard to decide with out seeing it on you. You grab my arm and walk to the back of the store with me in tow to the dressing rooms. You leave me standing at the entrance as you go back to change.

Tamara comes back to check out what we have picked and to make comments on how it accents your body and skin tones. She helps you make adjustments to the bra straps and they bring your breast up higher. You look just smashing in the set. You turn and look in the mirrors that are placed around you. Tamara walks over to me and looks and smiles at you. She agrees that you look like a million bucks. She turns to me and leans up and gives me a kiss on the cheek and drops a key into my pocket and then turns out the lights as she walks out the back door. I look around and see she has locked the front door and has left us alone in her store.

You turn to me and smile a wicked little smile. You and Tamara have cooked this little scheme of yours up together! You sneaky little devils! I walk up to you and wrap you in my arms and pull you close to me. I am so hard that it hurts. I feel the goose bumps forming on your soft skin as I trace lines on your skin. You step back and tell me that I have just way to many clothes on for your liking. You remove my shirt and I kick off my shoes and socks. You kiss your way down my chest to my jeans. You slowly undo the buttons and kiss the flesh that is exposed as you pull them down. I step from my jeans and you remove my shorts.

My hard cock stares you in the face as you gently lick your lips. Your lips are glossy and full. You gently reach up and caress my balls and slowly lick my cock from the base to the tip. It takes my breath away as you reach the head of my cock. You swirl your tongue around the head and back down the length of my cock as you get it soaking wet with your saliva. I lean up against a wall for support, as my knees are getting weak. When you feel my cock is wet enough for you and I have been teased enough, you take my cock deep in your mouth. I gasp at the sensation and grab handfuls of your hair. You slowly move your head up and down the length of my hardness as you begin to moan with me in pleasure. You gently roll my balls around in your hand as your other hand strokes my length behind your soft lips. My balls can take no more and I stop you. I am so close to cumming and I want to wait.

I stand you up and kiss you deeply. I walk you over to a chair next to a changing room and gently pull down your now soaked panties. You sit down in the chair as I kneel down in front of you. You have a very playful look on your face as you bite your index finger. I softly kiss my way up one leg to your waiting pussy. You are so wet. I gently blow around it. Your lips are so swollen that they are parted for me. I lick deeply in your pussy as you gasp. I drink your sweet nectar as it flows freely into my mouth. You buck your hips up to meet my mouth and place your hand on the back of my head trying to get me deeper into you. Your other hand goes to your tits. Your hard nipples beg for their release from there confines. You pull them free and roll one between your fingers. You moan louder as you rub your hard nipple. I lick up and down your dripping honey hole, avoiding your clit. You are so sweet. Your hips buck harder to my face. Finally, I take your clit into my mouth and suck on it as I flick my tongue over it. You gasp and buck your hips harder to my face. I place my hands under your ass and pull you closer to me. Your sweet juice covers my face. Your moans turn to deep animal groans and small screams. I place two fingers deep into your pussy and it sends you over the edge as a powerful orgasm racks your body. I feel your hot pussy spasm around my fingers. I drink your honey as fast as I can.

I pull my fingers out and climb up between your thighs and rub the head of my cock over your clit, sending you to another orgasm. I plunge my hard cock deep into your waiting hole. You scream loudly as you wrap your legs around my back as I plunge in and out of you with strong, forceful strokes. I pick you up and place you on the floor so we can watch ourselves in the mirrors. It looks so good. I get an idea and pull out of you and grab one of the mirrors and lay it on the floor under us so you can see my hard cock plunging back into your dripping pussy. The sight of my cock sliding in and out drives you crazy. You reach under us and rub your swollen clit and it launches you closer to another orgasm. Your juices drip onto the mirror as I slam my cock into you harder. I feel your pussy tighten up as another orgasm hits you hard. It builds deep in the pit of your stomach and washes over you with the force of an earthquake. The feel of your pussy spasms around my hard cock are too much for me and I empty a huge load of hot cum deep into your depths. With each squirt, we both scream louder. I hold your hips and slam harder and harder into you as I cum deep inside of you. I pull out and lay down next to you as our chest's heave as we try to catch our breath. We laugh as we wonder who in the next-door stores heard us.

We roll over and kiss deeply and hold each other close as our hearts slow to a normal pace. Gently stroking each other skin and blowing on each other to cool the other off. We finally get up and get dressed and walk out the door with your new set. I never thought of it, but Tamara pulled that set out last and handed it to me. You had already been in and paid for it knowing I would go to the mall and stop in. You sneaky little minks!



Secrets



Jon had invited me to spend another weekend at his place with another of his friends. I always find his friends to be interesting so I accepted. Jon had given me a garage door opener and a key to his home after my first visit. He met me as I parked my car in the garage. He was wearing his usual skimpy European swimsuit. “Hi Brad, you’re in the same bedroom as before. Get changed as quickly as you can. I can’t wait for you to meet Mai. Jon turned and disappeared into the house.

I carried my bag upstairs to the bedroom with the skylights. Jon must have had a plan in mind because there was an electric blue European style swimsuit lying on a note on the pillow.  I picked up the suit and read the note. “Lover, please wear this. I’m dying to see you in it.  Jon. P.S. Your thin running shorts are too tacky.” 

The note made me laugh. I stripped then put on the swimsuit. It seemed to be even skimpier than Jon’s. I don’t consider myself to be extremely well endowed or heavily hung, but it took some doing to get my cock and balls arranged and comfortably tucked into the suit.  I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The bulging pouch made it look as if I was carrying a very nice package.

I walked downstairs and through the house. I suspected Jon and his friend were in the sunroom. As I entered, Jon stood up and got out of the hot tub.  “Gawd, Brad! You look so hot! Doesn’t he, Mai?”

“Yes, he does.” Mai stood up in the hot tub and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Mai.” I took her hand. She had a firm grip. “Jon, after you tuck your eyeballs back in, would you be a dear and get Brad and I a glass of wine?” Mai still held my hand. “Please join us.”

I stepped down into the tub. Mai was a black woman in her early thirties. She was wearing a modest two piece swimsuit which didn’t hide the fact she had a nice figure. Mai had large dark eyes and what a smile! When she smiled, the room lit up.

Mai and I settled into the warm water. Jon returned with a tray with three glasses of wine. He set the tray down then slipped into the tub. He handed Mai and me our glasses then he took his and made himself comfortable . We sipped our wine and chatted.

Mai asked, “Brad, how did you and Jon meet?”

“We’re both in pretty much the same line of work. We met at a hotel while working out in the fitness center.” I didn’t tell her that part of the workout was a group sex session with Jon and two other men and that I had sucked each of their cocks several times, all three of them fucked me and I was drenched in their cum when we finished. “We hit it off and just became friends.  How did you meet Jon?”

“I’ve known Jon for a number of years. We also met through work and became friends. I’ve had some serious issues in my life and Jon has been there for me and has helped me work through them. So Jon is a close and dear friend.”

As Mai and I chatted, Jon got out of the tub and sat on the surrounding deck. Mai ran her hand up the inside of his leg. She looked at me, “I understand you are able to do something that I’ve never been able to do and, certainly, something very few other people have done.”

“What’s that?”

“Jon tells me you can swallow him completely.”

I looked up at Jon. It wasn’t a secret that I could deep throat his slim eleven-inch dick, but I was rather surprised he discussed our sex life with his other friends. Jon smiled, “I get so excited when I think about my cock being all the way down your throat that I can’t keep it to myself.”

Mai touched my arm. “I’ve tried numerous times. Would you show me how you do it?”

I looked at Jon again. He was peeling his suit down. Then I looked at Mai. “Only if you help.”

Jon slipped out of his suit. His cock was rising in anticipation. I pushed his knees apart so Mai and I could get close to his crotch. “Jon’s eager to go, but I like to start with his soft cock.  He gets hard as I suck and his cock extends itself down my throat. If we’re playing with friends, it always surprises them when I pull his long hard cock out of my mouth.”

Mai licked the underbelly of Jon’s cock.  “It sounds like a magic act except you unswallow the sword.”

I laughed and leaned in to lick the side of Jon’s cock shaft. “Let’s get him slicked up and I’ll try to swallow him for you.”

Mai and I took turns licking up and down his cock and kissing and sucking his cockhead. I laid Jon back on the deck. I was still in the tub so I had him turn so I could line my mouth and throat up with his hard cock. Mai watched as I slipped my mouth over his cockhead. I tightened my lips around his shaft and began to pump my mouth up and down his cock.

My saliva lubricated his shaft so I could take a little bit more of him into my mouth and throat each time I pumped down. I took time to kiss, lick and suck his cockhead and ball sac. There was no reason I shouldn’t enjoy myself. Mai and I passed Jon’s cock back and forth between swallows.

When I felt I was relaxed and ready, I took Jon’s cock from Mai. After running my tongue around the cockhead a few times, I pushed it into my mouth as I began to swallow Jon’s cock. I slowly worked his hard length down my throat. Mai put her face down beside mine. I felt her breath on my cheek as I ate Jon. She lifted his ball sac just as my lips touched his pubic hair. Mai kissed my cheek.

I pulled back to his cockhead, then using my lips I inched his cock back down my throat. Mai continued to cup his balls. Jon groaned each time I reached the base of his cock. I didn’t want to make him cum so I finally backed off and let his cockhead fall from my mouth. Mai licked the length of Jon’s cock shaft then she kissed me.

“I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. You deserve a reward for your efforts. Stand up.” I stood. Sucking Jon had given me a hard-on and my cock was trying to escape the confines of the skimpy swimsuit. Mai tugged the waistband down and released my cock. She gripped my cock and looked up at me, “I can tell you enjoy sucking cock.” Then she pushed her lips over my cockhead.

Mai stopped blowing me just long enough for me to take off my suit and to sit on the edge of the hot tub. She licked her way up and down the shaft. She had a thing for sucking the cockhead really hard while she gently squeezed my balls. I didn’t want to cum just yet, so I touched her face.

“Let’s get comfortable some place. I’d like to eat your pussy.”

Mai took her mouth off my cock and looked at me, “You may when I have one.” She stood up and began to push her swimsuit bottom down her legs.

Jon grinned as it dawned on me. Mai was a pre-op transsexual. She stepped out of the bottoms and threw them onto the deck. She pulled the suit top over her head and tossed it onto the deck. She placed her feet apart and stood with her hands on her hips. I was gazing at a shemale. Mai had soft wavy hair, large eyes, a pert nose and full soft lips. Her breasts were cone shaped. Each pierced nipple held a gold ring.

Her hips were full and her tapered thighs disappeared into the warm water. There was a small triangle of curly pubic hair below her rounded belly. Mai looked straight at me. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yes. Very much.” Her thighs framed a nice uncut cock which hung above a dangling shaved ball sac. I slipped down into the water and got on my knees in front of Mai. I picked up her cock and pushed the foreskin back to reveal a brownish pink cockhead. I licked the pee hole then pushed all of her cock into my mouth. With my tongue, I pressed and rubbed her cock while my nose pressed into her pubic triangle.

I tipped my head to look up at Mai. She smiled at me then, placing her hands on my shoulders, began to fuck my face. I held my head still as her stiffening cock slipped in and out between my lips. Her nuts, in their shaved sack, dangled four, maybe five inches, below the root of her cock. Each time her pubic bone bumped my lips, her nuts would swing and tap me under the chin.

I took her cock out of my mouth and licked around the cockhead. I heard Jon say we should find a more comfortable place. Mai helped me to my feet. We got out of the hot tub and followed Jon out of the sunroom, across the patio and onto the lawn where he stopped by a chaise lounge.

Mai lay down on the lounge. Jon grunted as she grasped his cock and pulled him to her mouth. As she began to suck Jon, she put her feet flat on either side of the lounge and splayed her thighs open. Since I wasn’t finished with her cock, I kneeled on the end of the lounge and resumed sucking her. In my mouth, her cock swelled to a firm six or seven inches of comfortably thick meat. Her balls, in their long stretched sac, hung down between her thighs where they were sort of hidden and hard to get to.

I felt the lounge move. I looked up. Mai had taken a break from blowing Jon as she lowered the back of the chaise. She lay back and tilted her head. Jon straddled her, facing me, as Mai guided his cock into her mouth and throat. I watched as Jon slowly thrust about nine inches of hard cock down her throat. She pulled on her nipple rings as Jon pumped his long meat.

I returned to Mai’s cock. I did a lot of licking up and down her cock shaft so I could watch her swallow Jon. Jon pulled almost all the way out of her mouth. Mai took a deep breath then swallowed his cock again. Jon pushed as deep as he could then he braced his hands on his knees. His ball sac tightened visibly as he began to cum.  Mai received several wads deep in her throat before Jon pulled out of her mouth.

I clamped her cock between my thumb and forefinger. She may have been ready to cum but I wasn’t ready for her to cum. Mai gasped for breath as Jon shot a few more wads. The first landed on her chin and the rest splashed around her breasts.

Jon straightened up. I arose on my knees so I could lean forward. Jon held his cock still as I took him into my mouth to suck him dry. When I couldn’t get anymore cum from Jon, I looked down at Mai. She was watching me. I licked his cum off her chin and kissed her. She sucked my tongue into her mouth. I lay down on top of her.

We pressed our hard cocks together and began to grind our hips as we sucked each other’s tongue and explored each other’s sucking mouth. Mai and I broke the kiss. Jon was gone.  She wrapped her legs around mine and we were exchanging little kisses when Jon returned with a tray of cold drinks.

“You kids better slow down and take a break.”

Mai and I untangled ourselves and sat up on the lounge. Jon seated himself on the grass. I rubbed Mai’s back and she leaned against my shoulder as we sipped the drinks. I kissed her cheek. 

“I’d like to be your friend. May I?”

She smiled her bright smile. “Yes, you may.” She put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we began to suck tongues. Jon stood and put his arms around both of us. His face was next to ours and soon all three of us were sucking each other’s tongues like they were little wet cocks.

We sucked and kissed until Jon announced we should break this off because it was time to change for dinner.

We looked at him “Change for dinner?”

“Yes, I thought we should dress for dinner. In each of your rooms you’ll find a selection of dinner wear.  Jon was smiling as he told us this. “Dinner is in one hour.’

He picked up the glasses and trays and Mai and I followed him into the house. We picked up our wet suits as we passed the hot tub. When I got to my room, I rinsed the suit then decided to take a shower. I took my razor and lather in with me. I shaved for the second time during the day. And I gave myself a tremendous hard-on while shaving my cock and ball sac. After drying off, I put my shaving gear away in a bathroom cabinet. Jon certainly was prepared to take care of his guests.

There were new toothbrushes, combs, razors, shaving cream, toothpaste, after shave, cologne, and deodorant carefully arranged on a shelf. A drawer in the vanity contained an assortment of packaged condoms.  Another drawer contained several pre-packaged enema solutions. Jon seemed to make sure his guest rooms were equipped for all contingencies.  There was also a coiled tube with a nozzle on one end and an adapter that fit over the bathtub waterspout. A so-called male douche.

I closed the drawer and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hard-on had subsided to half-staff. It was just at the right stage to dangle over a kneeling lover’s face and slowly feed into his or her warm wet mouth. I sighed. Maybe later.

It was getting close to dinnertime and I figured I’d better get dressed. There was nothing in the closet so I checked the dresser drawers. One drawer was filled with an assortment of underwear, thongs, g-strings, pouches, etc. This was Jon’s idea of dressing for dinner. I tried on a thong, which was uncomfortable, and settled on a yellow g-string that was set off by my tan.

Mai and Jon were in the dining room. Jon had his substantial tool tucked into a maroon velvet thong. He had a jeweled pendant clipped to one nipple. Mai was wearing a pair of beaded fringe black panties. She had a thin gold chain around her waist and she had connected her nipple rings with a second thin gold chain. We were the most decadently dressed dinner party I had ever seen.

During dinner Mai talked about how she had struggled with her gender identity for years. She was an only child. When she was little she liked playing house with the girls but she equally liked playing cops and robbers with the boys.  Her struggles really began when she was a teenager. She went out for all the high school boy’s sports but really didn’t enjoy them and she discovered she enjoyed experimenting with make up and wearing her Mother’s under clothing.

“One weekend, when I was a junior in high school, I had the house to myself. My parents left early on a Saturday morning for a weekend retreat with our church. I went upstairs and showered, dressed, then went into my parent’s bedroom. I looked through Mom’s lingerie drawer.  It held the usual panties, bras, panty hose, slips, and other under things. There were some sexy silk and satin panties and a couple of sexy bras, but beneath it all I found a small plain envelope which contained a single key.”

“It looked like a key for a suitcase lock. I went to the basement. All of the luggage stored there was unlocked. So I went back upstairs. I looked in my Mother’s closet and found nothing. I looked in my Father’s closet. Way back in the corner, under a pile of old shoes, I saw a large suitcase. I dragged it out and hoisted it onto the bed. The key fit the lock.”

When I opened the suitcase, there was a French Maid’s costume right on top. I took it out. The suitcase was full with costumes and sexy under things. There were bras with nipple cutouts, crotchless panties, net stockings, body suits and so on. I also found a red leather pouch with a hole cut in it and all sorts of cock straps, nipple clamps, several vibrators and dildos, and a vacuum pump. I was looking at my parent’s toy chest.”

“There were several manila envelopes at the bottom. I picked up the thickest and opened it. It was full of instant photos of my Mother. In the pictures, she was wearing the costumes and underwear in the suitcase. She looked cute and sexy in the French Maid costume. There was one series of her in a nurse’s outfit. In each picture she takes off one item of clothing until she is wearing only the nurse’s cap, a white garter belt, white stockings and white shoes. She looked so good with her brown skin being set off by the white under things. And she looked hot!”

“I found the nurse costume. I hurriedly undressed and put on the garter belt, nylons, panties and bra. I looked in the mirror. I thought I looked sexy, but not nearly as sexy as my Mother. There were several more envelopes of pictures. One was full of glamour shots of my Mother. Most were discreet nudes. Some were shot outside and others looked like they had been taken in motel or hotel rooms. A lot of them were full frontals of her standing, sitting and lying down. There were several raunchy split beaver shots of her with her fingering herself and others with her pussy, ass and mouth stuffed with various dildos, vibrators and plugs.”

“A second envelope was shots of my Father. He was in his underwear or swimsuits in some of them, but most of them were nudes. He had a hard-on or was stroking his cock in many of them. There was a series of him wearing the red leather pouch and various cock straps and rings and using the pump and various plugs. “

“The last envelope contained pictures taken in a hotel. There was a series of my Mother and another woman. They were kissing and going down on each other and 69ing and sharing a double dildo. There was a series of each of the women sucking and fucking the two men, individually and together. The last series was of my Father and the other man. They are lying on the bed and jacking off.”

“I had a tremendous hard-on from looking at all this and when I came to the last picture ser, I shot my load into the white nurse’s panties. My Father was standing and the other man was sucking his cock and licking up the cum from the jack off session.”

Mai paused in her narrative. All of us had stopped eating as she talked and Jon and I listened.

“What did you do?”

Mai laughed. “First, I washed and dried the nurse’s panties, then I spent the rest of the day trying on the costumes. I loved the net stockings.  I also worked on my makeup. I hadn’t eaten all day. And by the time I fixed something to eat, I was exhausted and I crashed, makeup and all.”

“The next morning, I put everything away. Then I showered and shaved, including my legs and underarms. I didn’t have much body hair so I didn’t worry about shaving it. I felt like I was being crazy, but I wanted to dress up as a woman and go out of the house. I was slim and about my Mother’s size. I put on a jock strap to hold my cock and balls up and then a pair of her panties and a bra. I stuffed the cups with nylons. I got out one of her wigs, a short curly one.”

“I did my makeup. Just a light color of lipstick, some blusher and eye shadow. I put on a pair of her shorts and a blouse and sandals. I adjusted the wig. I thought I looked good but something was missing. I decided to paint my toenails. I ended up doing my fingernails too. When the polish was dry, I got one of her little clutch purses, my car keys and money and dark glasses. On the way out I checked myself out in the hall mirror. I decided I looked good with breasts.. After undoing the top button on the blouse, I took a deep breath and walked out the front door.”

“No one was watching. I backed the car out of the garage and then decided where to go next. I drove across town to an area where I was pretty sure I wouldn’t see anyone whom I knew. I stopped at a self-service gas station and filled the tank on the car. No one paid any special attention to me. The cashier called me ‘Miss’. Next I went to a mall. I got a little hard-on shopping for woman’s underwear.”

“When I was walking out of the mall, I recognized some boys from my high school. They were hanging out around a car parked at the curb. It was too late to change direction so I just kept walking. One of the boys, who was in several of my classes, whistled, ‘Hey Baby, Watcha’ doin’ tonight?’ I smiled at them and kept walking. There was laughter, but I heard one of them say something about nice tits and another said something about fine legs and ass.”

“When I got in the car, I had a major hard-on. I felt good. On the way back across town, I stopped at a super market and picked up some orange juice and other things. I flirted a little with the bagger when I checked out. As soon as I got home, I undressed, except for the bra and my ‘tits’, and jacked off into the bathroom sink. My parents were going to be home later so I washed all of my Mother’s clothing and put it away. I made sure the suitcase key was where I found it. While the clothes were washing I removed the nail polish and make up. And that’s how I discovered I liked being a girl.”




Secrets



We finished dinner and went into the den.  After getting comfortable, Jon continued the story. “I met Mai when she came to work as an intern at our company. She was assigned to the department where I worked and I sort of became her mentor.”

Mai smiled, “I was still Harold then and I was playing as straight as I could. Throughout the rest of high school I refrained from wearing women’s clothes. After graduation I immediately started classes at a technical college. I lived at home for most of the first year, but then I got a part time job and moved out into my own apartment. I dressed in women’s underwear at home and I started wearing women’s underwear under my clothes at school and work.”

“One Friday evening I ended up at a fern bar. There were all kinds of people, gay, lesbian, straight, tourists, cross dressers there. I struck up several conversations . Everyone was nice and I had a good time. I became a regular. I made my debut as girl there. Everyone was so accepting. I met an older transvestite and eventually moved in with him. He liked to give head and he usually had me wear a garter belt, net stockings and high heeled shoes when he blew me. Sometimes I wore crotchless panties. “

“He like ball play. He asked me to wear a weighted strap to stretch my scrotum. I also wore a parachute with weights. He would like to play with and suck my stretched nut sac for hours sometimes. We eventually got tired of each other and I moved back into a place of my own.”

“One night I dressed up in a sexy outfit and went to the bar. I was dancing when I saw Jon come in. He got a drink and sat at a table. I decided to ask him to dance. We had a good time and we left together. We went back to my apartment and I fell in love with Jon and his cock when I gave him a blowjob. Jon says he recognized me at the bar, but I’m sure he didn’t until I took off my wig.”

Jon laughingly protested, “I did recognize you!”

Mai continued, “I was beginning to have some real problems about who I was. I was Harold with the women’s underwear during the day and I was Mai the transvestite in the evening and on weekends. And I was finding I liked being Mai more than I liked being Harold. I began to go to gender assignment counseling and finally I made the decision to become Mai for the rest of my life. Jon has been my friend every step of the way.”

Mai stood up and walked over to the window. I got up and followed her. “You’re a beautiful woman, Mai.”

She turned and put her arms around me. We hugged and kissed. Her nipple rings rubbed against my chest and the beads on the fringe of her panties tickled my thighs. Jon joined us. The three of us hugged and kissed until Jon suggested we go upstairs.

When we got to the darkened bedroom, we quickly removed what little clothing we were wearing. Before falling asleep, we took turns sucking each other’s cocks.

Sometime in the early morning hours before dawn, I awakened. I was alone in bed with Jon. I had a piss hard-on so I got up and used the bathroom. I figured Mai had wanted to sleep by herself and had gone to her own bedroom. I peeked in. The bed was untouched. I walked through the house and found Mai sitting on the patio.

“Are you o.k.?”

“Yes, Brad. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to distribute you or Jon so I got up.” Mai stood. She touched my face then we kissed.

I turned her around so her back was to me. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the neck. She tipped her head back as I kissed her throat and gently ran one hand over her soft belly. My cock pressed against her back as I cupped a soft breast in my other hand. Mai put her hand over mine.  “Let me take out my nipple rings.”

After she removed the rings, I turned her around so I could bend down and kiss her breasts. Mai held them for me as I sucked each nipple. When I straightened up, Mai gripped our cocks and squeezed them together as we shared a French kiss. I maneuvered us around so she could sit on the edge of the patio table. She put both hands around our cocks and I covered hers with mine as we kissed again.

I took her hands off of us as I kneeled down. I held her half hard cock as I worked my tongue into the foreskin. The tip on my tongue pressed against her cockhead. I rolled the foreskin back and began to kiss and lick the cockhead. I held it between pursed lips as I looked up at Mai. Her face broke into her bright smile as I sucked her cock into my mouth.

As her cock grew hard in my mouth, I massaged it with my tongue as I gently tugged and squeezed her low hanging nuts.  Soon she had a full blown hard-on. I took it out of my mouth and licked my way up and down her cock shaft before chasing her nuts around, in their loose sac, with my tongue and lips.

I was swabbing her cockhead with my tongue when she touched my face, “I’m going to cum.”

I opened my mouth and tipped my head back. I extended my tongue so her cockhead lay on it. Mai took her cock as I put my hands down.  A stream of warm cream shot into my mouth. I swallowed, then waited quietly as Mai continued to shoot streams of cum. Mai held her cock, with the foreskin pushed back., as I sucked the last little bit of cum out her nuts.

She helped me to my feet then she used her tongue to swab my mouth in a deep French kiss. We went upstairs and went back to bed.

We slept in. Jon was sitting up and stretching when I awakened. I watched as he got out of bed. As he walked around the foot of the bed I gestured to him. He came around to my side of the bed and stopped.  I rolled onto my side, propped myself up on an elbow and slipped my mouth over Jon’s soft cock.

I was getting into the blowjob I was giving Jon, when Mai stirred. She got up on her knees behind me and watched.  Jon leaned down to give her a kiss. As Mai stretched up to meet him, her cock brushed against my shoulder. I stopped sucking off Jon and moved onto my back.

I held Jon’s cock. Mai’s cock hung over my face. I pushed myself up on my elbows and gobbled her soft cock. Mai suggested we get more comfortable. I moved to the middle of the bed and Mai and Jon kneeled on each side of me. Their cocks jutted over my face. Mai pushed a large pillow under my head and shoulders. 

Just by turning my head, I could suck my boyfriend’s cock, then my new shemale girlfriend’s cock. The next half hour was enjoyably spent as I alternated between their cocks.  After a lot of sucking and some jacking and gentle nut tugging and squeezing they began to cum. I held their cocks as they unloaded onto each other’s cocks and my face and neck..

Mai fell back onto the bed and Jon turned and left the room. I rolled over and looked at Mai. She had one arm covering her eyes. I kissed then licked her smooth armpit. Mai giggled, “That tickles.”

I leaned over her. “Are you o.k.?”

Mai moved her arm and looked at me.

“Are you o.k.?”

“Oh, Brad, I so much want to be Mai. I’m tired of being half Harold and half Mai. I want to be rid on the last vestiges of Harold.” Mai put her arms around me and pulled me down on top of herself. “I want to get rid of all of Harold, but you suck his cock so well that I don’t want to give it up.”

“I can’t help you there, but for your information, although your cock is a nice mouthful, I still want to be the first to eat your pussy.”

“It wouldn’t be the same and you know it, but thanks anyway.” Mai released me and covered her eyes again. I got up and walked to the bathroom off my bedroom to shower and wash the cum off.

I was toweling myself dry when Mai came into the bathroom. She sat on the closed toilet seat and pulled my towel out of my hands. “Come here.”

I stepped closer to her. Mai leaned her face into my crotch. “You smell so clean. I love the way people smell when they step out of the shower. She nuzzled her nose in my pubic hair as she fondled and gently tugged my smooth shaven nut sac and kissed my cock. Mai looked up at me with her bright smile, “ Stand still and enjoy.”

She ducked her head and slipped her mouth down over my cock. I stood still and looked down as Mai sucked my cock into a rigid rod extending from my crotch to her mouth. She was using only her mouth. Her hands were busy stroking and jacking her own cock.

Mai stood. She grasped my hard cock with one of her hands. With the other, she grasped her cock and slid her foreskin back.  She then pressed our cockheads together and pulled her foreskin forward so it stretched to cover both of our cockheads. She wrapped her hands around the junction of our cockheads inside her foreskin and began to jack us off.

It was among the strangest sensations that I had recently felt – her soft foreskin sliding back and forth against my cockhead.

“You keep that up, Mai, and I’m going to cum.”

“That’s the idea, Silly.” She smiled and jacked harder. “I think of my foreskin as a small cunt. That way I can fuck my Lovers with it.” Mai’s words trailed off as I felt her cockhead press hard against mine. “Oh Gawd, this feels so nastily good!” Mai squeezed our cocks as I felt her warm cum coat my cockhead and then ooze out under her foreskin and between her fingers.

Mai sat down on the toilet seat again, “This is the best part.” She picked up my cock and wrapped her lips around it. Mai was sucking and licking me clean when Jon walked in.

“You two are sure spending a lot of time in here and now I can see why.” Jon was wearing his skimpy swimsuit.

Mai dropped my cock and looked up at Jon. “I believe I detect a hint of jealousy.” She pulled his suit down to expose his cock.. “You know I love your cock.” Mai sucked him into her mouth.”

“I’m not jealous, but it is time to eat something other than each other.” He pushed his suit down to his ankles and stepped out of it.

Mai stopped playing with both our cocks. “Good idea.” She stood up and we followed Jon into the dining room.

He had prepared a brunch of quiche, juice, fruit, and tea. We ate in silence until Jon asked Mai how her therapy was going. Mai stopped chewing. “It’s going o.k. It seems to be working..” She put her fork down and touched her breasts. Mai looked at me,  “In addition to counseling, I’m taking female hormones as part of my gender reassignment. Bigger tits, smaller nuts.” 

“Are you planning on continuing through the complete transition and reassignment?”

Mai looked at Jon. “You mean the surgery? I don’t know.” She paused. “I want to be all Mai and no Harold, but I could fall in love with the way Brad sucks Harold’s cock.”

Jon smiled at me, “Yes, I know what you mean Mai. Brad has a special way with that mouth of his.”

“Ah, come on, guys, err, Mai and Jon.”

Jon continued to smile at me, “No, really Brad, your oral talents are among the best I’ve experienced. It’s pure pleasure whenever my cock is in your mouth.”

“Enough about my oral talents. What else are you doing, Mai?”

“Well, I’ve been getting laser treatments to remove my body and facial hair and reduce some old acne scars. I’m doing yoga and taking special weight training so I have long stretched muscles rather than bulky muscles. And keep my hips and butt slim.”

I smiled at her, “You do look good, Girl.”

Mai lit up the room with her smile. “I’ve had some dental work. I live as a woman every day. You know, clothing, hair, makeup, jewelry. Everything. Except for that.” Mai looked down at her crotch. “That’s a problem I’ll have to resolve when I’m ready.” Mai stood up. “Enough about me. I’m ready to begin the rest of today.”

We cleaned up the table and the kitchen. Jon hadn’t put his skimpy swimsuit back on after Mai gave him the teaser blowjob in the bathroom. Neither Mai nor I had bothered to slip a piece of clothing on. 

I watched my two friends bustle about the kitchen. Jon’s long slim cut cock bobbed in front of him as he rinsed the dishes, pots and pans.  When Mai bent over to load the dishwasher, her brown uncut cock was hidden by her low hanging nuts which dangled invitingly, in their stretched sac, down between her slim smooth thighs. 

Mai straightened up, turned and smiled at me. I smiled back. “When we finish here, I think I’ll get a book and sunbathe for a while.” We all walked upstairs together. Mai was in front. Her hips rolled as she walked. I tried to visualize a tight skirt over her butt. When she walked down the hall, I could see she had practiced walking as part of her therapy.

I got a book out of my luggage, found a small blanket and headed for the lawn. After spreading the blanket on the grass, I quickly got comfortable and began to read. Soon, between the warm sun and all the activity of the previous night, I began to get drowsy. I put the book aside, rolled onto my stomach and soon I was dozing.

I was abruptly awakened as a deluge of ice water poured over my back. I leaped to my feet. Mai laughed, then shrieked and dropped the pitcher as I grabbed her wrist. She pulled out of my grasp and ran into the house. I chased her and caught up with her in the exercise room.

We were both laughing as I caught her wrist again and pulled her to me. We hugged and kissed , laughed some more, and pressed our cocks together. I led Mai over to the weight bench. “After I lie down, I want you to straddle my face.”

I got comfortable on the bench. “Hand me that cushion, please.” Mai  handed me a foam cushion, which I placed under my head and shoulders. “O.K.”

Mai straddled my face. Her nuts were hanging just above my lips and her cock was just above the bridge of my nose. I licked and kissed her nut sac until it was well lubricated. Her left nut hung lower than the right one and her sac was so long and loose that it was easy for me to suck the left nut, then the right nut into my mouth.

I used my tongue to rub her nuts as I sucked. Her foreskin rubbed against my eyelids and forehead. Mai sighed as I began to hum.  Mai’s cock rubbed against my face and I rolled her nuts around in my mouth and continued the hum job. Mai touched my face. “Let me turn around.” I released her nuts from my mouth. She turned and straddled me so she was facing my feet.

I sucked her nuts back into my mouth. Now her cock rubbed against my chin and my nose was near her little dark pucker. Mai stopped playing with my cock and I heard Jon say, “Boy, turn my back and you two sneak off to play games.”

Mai laughed, “This isn’t game playing, Jon. This is a serious hum job. Mai became silent. I heard slurping noises. Mai was blowing Jon as I hummed her.

“You suck up a good hard-on, Mai.”

Mai paused. “You know I love your cock, Jon, and I’ll suck it as often and as long as I can.”

“Yes, but. . .”

“But what, Jon?”

“But Butt. That’s what this hard-on needs.”

“You get yourself ready, Jon. I may know of a receptive butt.” Mai pulled my legs up. “Are you receptive Brad?”

Before I could answer, I felt a slick cockhead touch my butt. I lowered my head so Mai’s nuts pulled up out of my mouth. Mai pulled my hips farther up as I felt Jon’s cockhead press against then push through my sphincter ring. I let out a soft groan as Jon’s greased, warm, slim cock pushed deep into my ass.

Mai squeezed my cock. “Somehow I thought you might like that.” I used my hands to push myself along the bench until my head was at the end. Jon kept his cock pushed up my ass as he followed. Then I tipped my head back and pulled Mai’s uncut shemale cock down to my lips. After pushing her foreskin back, I closed my lips around her brownish pink cockhead.

Her cock began to stiffen and lengthen in my sucking mouth. I aligned my mouth and throat and I deep throated Mai as her hard cock slipped into my throat. Mai and Jon set up a rhythm. I was being double fucked. As Jon shoved his cock deep into my ass, Mai pulled her cock out of my mouth.. I would take a breath, then Mai would push her cock down my throat as Jon pulled his out of my ass. Mai’s nuts dragged and rubbed across my face and Jon’s nuts bounced against my ass each time he bottomed.

I kept my lips sealed around Mai’s cock shaft and I clinched my sphincter muscles down around Jon’s cock shaft. Soon their alternating in-out out-in rhythm began to get ragged. They were pushing both of their cocks into me at the same time. It was a different feeling from the in-out out-in. As they bottomed in my throat and ass at the same time, I felt like I was really being penetrated. I was conscious of the two hard cocks deep inside my body and I was also conscious of an erection that was so hard it almost hurt.

The ass fuck from Jon was suddenly ended when he jerked his cock out and began to cum. I felt some warm cum on my balls and hard cock and then he blew his load on my stomach. Mai straightened up and pulled her cock out of my mouth. She moved from over the bench. I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched as Jon wrung out his cock over my stomach. “Gawd, Brad! You’re not only deep throat, you’re deep ass too!”

Mai had a hand wrapped around her shemale cock, which was wet and shiny with my spit and saliva. Jon looked at her, “You want to use that to have a piece of Brad’s ass?”

“No,” Mai smiled, “I’d like a piece of yours. Now!”

Jon laughed as he stood up, “Yes, Ma’am.”

He walked over to a stack of exercise mats. He took two off the stack and arranged them on the floor. Then he walked back across the room and picked up the bottle of lotion, which he used as lube. He handed the bottle to Mai. Then he turned around, bent over, spread his ass cheeks, and looked over his shoulder, “Would you like to do the honors?”

Mai giggled then lubed a finger. She worked it into Jon’s asshole. Then she pulled out her finger and inserted the nozzle on the bottle. After his ass was generously lubed, Jon walked back to the stack of mats. He picked up two more and rolled them up. After placing the roll on the mats on the floor, he came to attention and salute Mai. “Jon’s Privates lubed and ready for action! Ma’am!” Jon got on his knees. Just as he stretched himself out over the rolled mats, He looked over his shoulder as he spread his cheeks, “And open for business! Ma’am!”

As he spread his legs and settled himself over the rolled mats, he flexed his sphincter muscles and opened and closed his rectum several times. Mai laughed, “I believe those winks are a come on. What do you think?”

“I think you need to be fluffed.”

Mai held her cock. “I don’t think I could get much harder.”

I grinned at her. “O.K. I’m shameless. I just like to suck you.”

“Be my guest. I guess some fluffing won’t hurt.”

Mai held her shemale cock as I licked up and down the shaft and, after peeling her foreskin back, sucking and swabbing her cockhead.

Mai touched my face. “I think I’m ready. Anymore for you and I’ll cum.”

“Go get him.”

Mai position herself between Jon’s legs. I watched as she pressed her cockhead against Jon. Then I watched her brown cock slide into Jon’s white ass. Oh, for a camera. Jon twitched his ass she set up a fast, ass reaming stroke. Jon was groaning and sighing as I moved around by his face.

I knelt in front of him. He lifted his head and I waved my cock in front of his face. He grinned then opened his mouth so I could feed it to him. Mai was fucking him hard. He was rocking back and forth. I remained still as his mouth rode up and down my cock.. Mai began to churn Jon’s ass. So I got up and moved away so he could enjoy Mai’s efforts.

I wiped some of Jon’s cum off my stomach and wiped it on my cock. I got the bottle of lubing lotion. I squirted some on my hand and wiped it between Mai’s smooth ass cheeks. I worked a slick finger into her ass as she continued to hump Jon. I got on my knees, lubed my cock then pushed it against her lubed asshole.

Mai stopped fucking Jon long enough for me to get pushed deep into her chute. We moved a little as she re-settled her cock deep in Jon’s ass. Then we set up a tandem pup. I’d pump Mai and she’d pump Jon. Jon would push against Mai.. I tried to reach around Mai and squeeze and fondle her tits but that destroyed any rhythm.




Secrets



Mai’s ass was tight and hot. I felt a desperate need to cum. I got up higher on my knees and rammed my cock as hard and as deep I could into Mai’s ass. She punched Jon.  Jon grunted. Then I began to shoot my load deep into Mai’s ass. Mai responded by blowing her load deep into Jon. Jon just groaned more, “Oh, fuck! That feels good!”

Mai and I finished unloading our nuts. I leaned over her and found her tits. Mai collapsed on to Jon. We lay in a pile for a while then Mai began to giggle.

“What’s funny?”

“I never dreamed I’d be the peanut butter in a white bread sandwich.” Mai cracked up and Jon and I joined her. We  rolled off each other. We lay quietly until Jon said, “That was a satisfying fuck.”

“Yes,” replied Mai. “A near perfect ménage a trois. Everyone got sucked and fucked.”

“Why only ‘near perfect’?”

“Everyone would have gotten sucked and fucked by each of us, if it had been perfect.”

“Well, near perfect is fine with me. I don’t think my heart could have stood anymore sucking and fucking. Let’s get cleaned up.”

The shower was crowded with three of us, but we all got clean after much groping, kissing, hugging, etc. Jon suggested fixing a bunch of snack type foods for dinner. Mai and I agreed that was good idea. We ended up soaking in the hot tub and eating hors devours, rather than snacks, and sipping wine. Jon never did anything halfway.. We ended the evening by retiring to Jon’s California King bed. And, just as on the previous night, we took turns sucking each other’s cocks before falling asleep. 

We had a leisurely breakfast. Jon asked, “What are your plans, Mai? Do you have any dates set?”

“No. No dates set at this time.  I’ll continue all of the gender re-assignment and hormone stuff, but I’m not sure about the operation. I don’t know if I can give up my cock..”

“Yes, it’s very suckable.”

“Thank you, Brad. You made me realize how much I like that. You’re a champion cocksucker.”

“Well, Mai, don’t be offended, but when I give you head, I’m thinking I’m sucking and eating a chocolate covered, cream filled goody bar.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to my penis,” Mai laughed.

“It’s true.” I looked at Jon. “Jon’s cock is a skin flute that I try to toot with my tonsils.

Jon laughed, “Give it up, Brad. Don’t go poetic on us. You haven’t got it.”

“I thought that was pretty good.”

“What is pretty good is that you are a dream date for some of us gay men. “

“I’m not too sure what that means, but thank you. Before we go, if it is o.k. with you, Mai, I’d like Jon to take some photos of us together.”

“Sure, I like that. Let’s do it.”

Jon got out his digital camera. Mai and I posed together. The first were the homoerotic shots – hugging, kissing, holding each other’s cock, etc. Then came the hard core – each of us on our knees giving the other a blowjob, in a 69, etc. The photo session continued with first Mai and Jon going through the poses, then Jon and I.

We set the remote timer and took photos of each of us sucking two cocks at the same time. We didn’t take any photos of any of us getting double dicked. We finished the photo session with all of us in various combinations of a cock sucking daisy chain.

We made photo disks then I reluctantly got dressed.  Mai and Jon walked with me the garage. Neither one had gotten dressed. We hugged and kissed. I gave each of their cocks a squeeze. I didn’t dare give them a suck for the road. I’d never leave. “Well, Mai, stay in touch. Enjoy your afternoon together. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Jon, take care. I’ll see you on the road.”

As I drove home, I thought about Mai. I also thought about my consultant friends, Judy and Rob. Judy liked surprises and I was sure both she and Rob would be surprised and also enjoy Mai’s secret.



Secrets



Chapter 1

 She couldn't let him go. She wanted to feel him close to her. She wanted to feel his strong chest pressing against the summits of her granite pointed breasts. She knew that this was going to be her last opportunity to let him know how she felt. 

"Wait," she called. "Wait for me." 

He turned and stood silhouetted against the hot, southern sun. Lifting the hem of her long skirt, Elanora ran towards him. Flinging herself against him she held him tightly against her perspiring body. She could barely get her arms around his strong manliness. Laying her head against his heaving chest, Elanora felt his sweat coat her cheek.

"Please don't go. Please don't go," she begged. "I love you."

Thom's voice rolled up from deep in his chest. "I love you too my darling. I was afraid that you wouldn't want me after doing what I had to do."

Lifting her face to look at him, Elanora stood on her tiptoes and offered her sweet mouth to him. 

"I will always love you," she murmured into his mouth before he crushed her to his body.

Elanora's breasts heaved in passion as they shared a deep kiss. She felt his huge maleness rise up and touch her belly. Feeling wanton she pressed herself against him to let him know that she was not afraid of his power. 

Carol carefully inserted her bookmark and closed the book. Rolling over she placed it on the bedside table and glanced at the clock. 

"Midnight," she thought. "I wish I could get to sleep earlier. I have to be up and at the school by eight."

After turning off her reading lamp, Carol rolled back over and pressed herself against her husband's side.

"I wonder if he wants to wake up?" She asked herself. 

She knew she was wet down there. Reading romance novels always did that to her. Inching up her nightgown she bared her thighs and straddled Jim's leg. She could feel her moisture coating his flesh and she squeezed his leg between her thighs. 

"Umm, what's wrong?" Jim mumbled. "Can't you sleep? I have to get up early."

Disentangling himself from her arms, Jim rolled away from her and started to softly snore.

"Damn it," Carol said under her breath. 

She lifted her hips and pulled her nightgown back down over her thighs. Brushing her fingers against herself she felt the moisture that had dampened her bush. She tentatively rubbed her fingers between her lips and felt a surge of sensation. She wanted to continue but the feeling of guilt that overwhelmed her made her stop. As if to mock the gods of guilt, she rubbed herself several more times before pulling her hand away and turning over on her stomach.

Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was an image of her fantasy Thom standing with his arms open to her.

Chapter 2

"I hate these early morning conferences," she said to no one in particular. The sun was already hot and she was sweating against the leather seat of the car. The twins sat silently behind her, their ears plugged up by their CD player headphones. 

"Hey, there's a parking place in front," she practically shouted even though she knew the twins couldn't hear her. 

Pleased with her luck, Carol patiently waited for the woman driving the van to maneuver herself out of the space. Pulling in, she turned off the ignition and waited for the twins to close the door before pushing the lock button.

"You go on to your class," she told them. "I'll see you when you get home. Don't miss the bus. Today's my bowling day and I can't pick up."

"Bye mom," they said in unison and walked towards a group of their friends waiting for the bell to ring.

Carol spotted several cigarettes being held in cupped hands by some of the boys. She tried but she couldn't remember if she smoked when she was a freshman.

Steven's teacher was a young woman in her late twenties. She was dressed in a sleeveless blouse and a pair of gray slacks. She greeted Carol and asked her to take a seat while she looked for Steven's folder.

It wasn't a difficult conference as these things go, Carol thought while walking back towards her car. Steven has to complete his homework and to stop fooling around in class. While she was there she asked about Steven's sister Sherry. 

"I wish Steven could be more like her," the teacher said. "She is polite and wants to learn while Steven clowns around too much and disrupts the rest of the class," 

"She could have told me that over the phone," thought Carol. "I didn't have to drive all of the way over here for her to tell me that. It's not as if he brought a gun to school or anything."

"Damn it's hot. Why the hell did we have to move to Alabama? There are other places that they could have moved us."

The store wasn't crowded at this time of the morning and Carol picked up a few items. Placing her cup of hot coffee that she had bought in the deli section on the roof of the car, Carol put her bags on the back seat and slid behind the wheel.

A shadow fell over her and she looked up to see a vaguely familiar face peering in through the tinted window. The window squeaked as it whirred down and Carol got a better look at him. It was their new neighbor.

"Hi. Remember me?" He said. "We moved into the house just behind you two weeks ago. I'm Paul Dwyer."

"Oh, yes," responded Carol. "I remember you. How are you?"

Reaching up, her neighbor brought her coffee cup down and handed it to her. 

"I'm fine but I don't think that this would have made it all the way to your house," he said with a laugh. "I thought you might want to drink it instead of washing your car with it."

Carol gave an embarrassed laugh in return. 

"Thanks. I forgot it was there," she said and took it from his hand.

"I'll see you around," he said and stood up to walk away. 

Carol found herself staring at the crotch of his shorts. 

"I can see his package," she giggled to herself. "Package! I'm talking like someone on TV. I wonder if it is as big as Thom's?"

Still giggling, Carol put the car into gear and drove home. 

Chapter 3

Sitting on her bed, Carol pulled her socks and tennis shoes off before crossing her arms and pulling her shirt up over her head on her way to the bathroom. Dropping her socks and shirt into the hamper she sniffed under her arms and decided to take a shower. Her bra, slacks and panties followed the socks and shirt into the dirty clothes piled up over the top of the hamper.

"Time for another wash day," she sighed. 

The bowling league started at one o'clock but Carol liked to get there a little early to have time for some warm-up. This was the only time that she got to practice anymore. She and Jim used to bowl in a mixed league but they had dropped out when she was pregnant with the twins. Picking up her book from the bedside table, Carol went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Opening the book to the page she had marked the night before, Carol continued to read.

Elanora woke up with a start. Her back and her legs hurt from the strenuous activities of the afternoon. The sun was down and she had no idea what time it was. Thom lay beside her with his long hair covering the side of his face. She detected the scent of her spendings on his face as she leaned closer to kiss him. 

The instant her lips touched his cheek he awoke with a start causing Elanora to pull back in alarm. 

"What's wrong? Are you all right?" She asked.

"I was dreaming about you," he said and pulled her down against him. 

Elanora wanted to get up and clean herself but she allowed him to hold her against his body. She could feel her matted pubic hair stiff against his thigh and she didn't like the feeling. It made her feel dirty. 

"I have to get up and wash myself," she said and pushed against his chest.

"You're not going anywhere," Thom replied and pulled her over the top of his body. He held her against him for a minute and then he continued rolling until he was above her and between her legs.

"Please don't," she begged. "My thighs hurt from being stretched."

"I'll stretch you some more," he said and without warning plunged his throbbing member into her almost dry cavern.

Elanora screamed with the sudden intrusion into her opening but she knew it was useless. Thom was a rough lover. She had not been prepared for his coarseness when she threw herself at him only a few hours before.

Submitting to his power, Elanora tried to relax as much as possible in order to protect her body. The good feelings came back as she felt herself getting wetter while Thom pounded into her. Suddenly, with a shout, he forced his loins tightly against hers and emptied himself into her womb. Once again, she was not satisfied but that was all right. He would learn. She would teach him. 

Carol felt a twinge between her legs as she marked her page and placed the book on the stand in front of the toilet. Carefully wiping away the moisture that clung to her lips, she allowed her fingers to linger for a moment.

"I haven't done that in years," she thought. "I'm going to have to stop reading these books."

The hot water felt good as Carol washed her hair. She stood under the spray and allowed it cascade down over her body. Her fingers found their way between her legs once again and this time she let them remain for a time. 

"I'm not masturbating," she rationalized. "I'm just relieving some of the tension caused by that damn book."

Continuing to gently rub herself with her fingers she decided to go all out. An image of her fantasy lover, Thom, appeared in her mind as she caressed herself. Holding the hood of her clitoris pinched between her thumb and forefinger she exposed her pink little bud and rubbed it with the flat of the fingers of her other hand. It was a practiced motion that came easily even though she hadn't done it in a long time. 

Arching her back she allowed the hot water to sting against her until she felt the wave of her orgasm rolling up her body. Her soft moans reverberated against the walls of the room and she collapsed against the shower wall.

Squatting down in the shower, Carol squeegeed the soap and water off of the glass shower door. She could feel her lips, still engorged from her climax, being forced out and hanging down between her thighs. Her fingers again found their way down between her legs and she softly rubbed herself.

A male image flashed through her mind and this time it was not Thom, it was Paul's face that stimulated her. 

"No! I can't keep doing this," she said and stepped out of the shower. 

Chapter 4

The noise of the bowling center was a blessed relief from her fantasies. Carol concentrated on her bowling style and bowled well at her practice game. 

The cold beer tasted good and she leaned back in the chair and relaxed. The other bowlers had begun to filter into the center and she greeted them as they passed by her table. 

As captain of her team, Carol had to fill out the league sheet and list any substitutes that may be bowling with them that day. There were no subs and she was completing the sheet when a pair of tan shorts came into view at the edge of her vision.

She recognized them as belonging to Paul Dwyer and her eyes seemed to be trying to look through the material as they lingered for a moment on the fly of his shorts. His voice shook her out of her reverie and she looked up at his face smiling down on her.


"How was your coffee?" He asked with a smile.

"It was fine, thanks to you," she replied and smiled back at him. 

"Mind if I sit down?" He asked.

"No, go right ahead," she replied.

He was a good-looking guy. A little balding but he seemed to be in reasonable shape. Carol could feel her nipples hardening under her bra cups. 

"I hope he can't see them," she thought and she glanced down at her chest to make sure. 

The loose material of her shirt hid them from his view. 

"Are you bowling in this league?" She asked.

"I'm a sub on the Pacemakers team," he replied. "I hope that name doesn't mean that they are all old people."

"None of us are 'old' but a lot of us are older," she corrected him with another smile.

"Stop smiling so much," she admonished herself. "He's just another guy. He's not coming on to you. You're just imagining things."

"Don't you work?" She asked and immediately regretted the way that she phrased the question.

"Yes, but I work from home," he replied without giving any indication that the question bothered him. "I can make my own hours. Within reason, that is."

"Oh, what do you do?" She was interested.

"I'm a consulting engineer for chemical manufacturers. I do most of my work over the telephone or on the computer and with FedEx I don't even have to go to the Post Office."

"Nice work if you can get it," she said lightly. 

"My wife is also an engineer but she has a regular type of job. She travels some too so I'm alone quite a bit."

"Why did he tell me that? I didn't ask if he had a wife," Carol thought. "Am I sending some kind of signal to him? Maybe he saw me staring at his crotch? I wonder how old he is?" She tried to figure out if his comment meant something or if he was just sharing some information about himself.

"I'd better go and find my team," he said and looked around.

"I've got the list right here," she said and pushed it across the table towards him.

Paul's hand came down gently on top of hers as he read the list of teams off of the paper. Carol's reflex was to pull her hand away but she fought the urge and didn't move it. His fingers were lightly caressing her wrist as he continued to read the team list. 

"Here it is," he exclaimed. "Lanes three and four. I'll see you later. Won't I?" His last words were accompanied by a tightening of his grip on her hand and a little squeeze before he released it and pushed his chair back from the table.

"I'll see you later," he repeated and smiled again.

Carol felt sweat break out on her upper lift and she knew that she was blushing. She stared at him but no words came from her mouth. When he turned and walked away she realized that her mouth was hanging open. Closing it with a snap, she turned in the plastic chair and she felt her panties clinging to her. 

"I'm wet!" she thought. "I'm wet! This is silly, he makes me feel like a school girl."

Chapter 5

Carol had almost attacked Jim when they went to bed that night. She was naked and waiting for him under the covers when he came in from his shower. He always slept nude so there was no barrier between them when she straddled his leg and pressed her breasts against his chest.

"What was that for?" He asked when she finally pulled back from a long, sloppy kiss. "Did you do something wrong?" He laughed.

"Of course not," Carol replied with her lips still touching his. "We have no secrets from each other. Do we? I'm just horny tonight, that's all. Can't a wife want her husband?"

"Any time before I go to sleep," he laughed and pulled her over on top of him. 

Carol could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and she raised herself up and onto her knees. Reaching down between them, she fed him into her pussy and slid down him until their pubes met.

"Oh, yes. That's good. That's so good," he moaned as she milked him with her muscles. "Slow down or I'm going to cum already," he exclaimed.

Carol didn't slow down. She had been stimulated all day and she was already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm swelling through her body. 

She continued to milk him and he let go with a groan and pushed his hips up off of the bed to meet her thrusts as she came down hard against him. Husband and wife both came together in that comfortable way that only long familiarity with each other can produce.

"Oh, wow!" Jim exclaimed as Carol relaxed against his chest. 

He caressed her back from her shoulders to her ass and back up. 

"I'm sorry, honey," he said and rolled them both on their sides. But you're too heavy."

Carol froze for an instant but she didn't let on how much his comment had hurt her. 

"So much for romance," she thought.

"I love you," Jim said and kissed her before turning his back and pulling the covers up over his shoulders.

Carol realized that she was not as slim as she was when they got married but she was 43 years old and had gone through two pregnancies and produced three kids. What did he expect of her? 

Carol got up and went into the bathroom. Jim was already asleep and he didn't move when she left the bed. She sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder before cleaning herself with a wet tissue. Her lips were still puffy and sensitive as she wiped the cocktail of their juices off of herself. Again she realized that she was wiping a little more than was necessary. 

"I don't want to get back into that habit," she thought and gave herself one last rub before retrieving her nightgown from the back of the bathroom door and pulling it on over her head.

Carol turned out the bathroom light and opened the door. There was enough light coming in the bedroom window for her to see as she made her way around the room. Glancing out the window she saw a light on in the Dwyer's house across their back yards. It looked like it was in their bedroom.

"I wonder what he's doing over there? Is his wife home? Is he making love to her?"

Chapter 6

Jim was up and gone before Carol was fully awake. The children were old enough to get themselves up and off to school and they didn't bother her in the morning. She lay in bed and stretched as she planned her day. 

Tim, their oldest still had not made up his mind on what he was going to do after graduation in two months. He had been accepted at several colleges but he had made no effort to decide on one. He had made noises about joining the Marines and Carol had found some recruiting literature when she cleaned up his room.

"Speaking of cleaning up," she said aloud and rolled out of bed. 

She decided to skip a shower until after she finished her housekeeping routine and did the wash. Slipping into her "old lady housecoat," as the kids called it, Carol padded downstairs in her bare feet and made a pot of coffee. She washed her face and brushed her teeth while the coffee was dripping before she started to pick up after the kids.

The twins' rooms were easy enough to clean so she tackled them first. They did a pretty good job of taking care of their clothes. She had the rooms picked up and vacuumed in about ten minutes.

Balancing a plate with a toasted bagel on top of her coffee cup in one hand and holding a Cosmopolitan magazine in the other, Carol slid the patio door open with her elbow. It was a beautiful morning and the sun was warming the picnic table just outside on the patio.

Setting her breakfast down, Carol swung her legs over the bench and sat down to enjoy a few quiet moments before getting on with her housework. Since no one was around she sat with one foot up on the bench next to her and her other leg stretched out under the table. She didn't bother to pull her nightgown down or to close the front of her robe.

Idly paging through the magazine, Carol sipped on her coffee and chewed on her bagel. An article in Cosmo called the "The Techniques of Touching" caught her eye and she started to read it. The article talked about where to touch your man and how to titillate him with your fingers, lips and tongue. By the time she was a third of the way through it she was idly rubbing the inside of her thigh and slipping her fingers down over the lips of her pussy. 

"I'll have to try some of these on Jim," she thought. "Maybe I can keep him awake longer."

Tilting her head back as she drained the last bit of coffee from her cup, Carol looked around her cup and locked eyes with Paul Dwyer leaning on the fence separating their back yards. She stopped with the cup held to her lips. Paul smiled at her and waved.

"How long has he been standing there," she thought with panic.




Secrets



Jerking her hand from underneath her nightgown, Carol put both feet down onto the patio stone and closed her knees. She tried to pull her nightgown down but she realized that she was still holding her cup. She couldn't make her body do what she wanted it to. She was frantically trying to appear nonchalant while her mind was racing with the possibility that he had seen her playing with herself.

"Hi," she said weakly and waved back at him. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"It's even more beautiful from where I'm standing," he said. 

That little muscle in her groin twitched and Carol felt her nipples hardening against the nylon of her nightgown. 

"I-I-I have to get back inside," she said and stood up. "I-I have some work to do. I'll see you around."

"Yes, I'll see you around," he replied and stood there while she gathered up her breakfast dishes and hurried into the house.

"Oh, my god. This is so embarrassing," she said aloud. "I wonder if he could see me. I'll bet he enjoyed himself." Carol had gotten used to talking out loud to herself and she used the technique as a sort of sanity check when she was upset about something.

Carol practically threw her dishes into the dishwasher and made a dash upstairs. Her mind told her that if she kept busy she would stop thinking about things that she shouldn't be thinking about.

Opening the door to Tim's room she was not surprised when she was confronted with the usual mess in which he lived. Moving swiftly she picked up his CD's and books and stacked them on his desk. The sheets were clean so she made his bed and vacuumed the floor. She was moving at twice her normal speed to keep her mind off of her body and its reactions to Paul Dwyer.

Pushing the vacuum back into the hall closet, she lugged the dirty clothes hamper down to the laundry room with Tim's wastebasket sitting on top of it.

After starting the machine with a load of whites that she had sorted out, Carol emptied Tim's wastebasket into the trash. A shiny piece of foil caught her eye as the crumpled up papers spilled from the wastebasket into the bin. Reaching in she retrieved a wrapper from a lubricated condom. 

"What's he doing with this in his room?" she asked herself. "Did he have a girl up there? He couldn't have, he's never alone in the house long enough."

Carol knew that Tim was sexually active. She had once found a pair of panties under his mattress and she knew he kept condoms in his dresser drawer under his underwear. She and Jim had discussed it and decided that since he was 18 years old that there was nothing that they could do about it and they were grateful that he was using protection.

The next item that caught her eye was even more startling than the first. A used condom slipped out from inside of a crumpled up tissue. She held it up and the end was filled with liquid. 

"He must be masturbating into condoms!" She exclaimed. "That's why I haven't found any stains on his sheet over the last few months. 

For some reason she flushed at the sight of the condom and that little muscle in her groin twitched again. A mental image of her son's penis wrapped in a condom filled with semen flashed in front of her eyes. Shaking her head to get rid of the image, Carol made a mental note to see how many condoms were in his drawer and to keep a running count of them. Throwing the condom and the rest of the trash into the container, Carol put the wastebasket down and opened the cabinet door over the clothes washer to get a sheet of fabric softener. She stood on her tiptoes to reach it and her belly pressed against the washing machine. 

The machine's vibration thrummed through her front and down into her groin. She retrieved a sheet of fabric softener but when she set back down on her heels she did not move away from the soothing motion of the machine.

Sliding sideways a little bit, her thighs straddled the corner of the machine and allowed the humming to penetrate her pussy. Closing her eyes, Carol remained leaning against the warm, smooth metal and let the rising sensations take over her body. 

It wasn't a screaming orgasm as orgasms go but after the quivering stopped Carol was pleased with the results. 

"Shit, I just screwed a clothes washing machine," she said. "What's going on with me?"

Finding a pair of her soiled panties in the pile of clothes, Carol wiped away the moisture that had oozed down her legs and threw the sheet of softener into the dryer.

Chapter 7

A quick shower during which she carefully avoided touching her self more than was necessary left her feeling better. Immersing herself in her bill paying chores, Carol sat at the computer and balanced her own and the household checkbook in record time. 


She composed a letter to the mothers of the cheerleading squad inviting them to a special party that was being planned. Carol loaded the printer with paper and started it going. She was stacking the paid bills and throwing the envelopes away when the printer suddenly stopped printing. 

"Damn it! Now what?" She wondered looking at the two copies that had come out before the printer stopped. The printer refused to cooperate and she could not get it going again.

"I'll have to go down to the drugstore and get some copies made. I have to get this out today," she thought. "I'd better call Jim and tell him that the printer stopped again."

She decided that her shorts and sweatshirt would be OK for the short trip to the drugstore and picking up her purse and keys, she went into the garage through the kitchen and climbed into her car.

The drugstore copier was broken. A posted sign told her that they expected it to be repaired by late afternoon. 

"Damn it!" She said aloud.

"Having a problem?" She recognized the voice behind her as belonging to Paul.

"Is he following me around," she thought.

She felt her face flush as she turned and faced him. 

"No, not really," she said. "I need to get some copies made and my computer printer is broken and this damn copying machine is broken again."

"Maybe I can help," he smiled at her. "I have a copying machine in my office. You can use it any time that you need it. Why don't you come over now?" 

A vision of she and Paul alone in his house flashed through her head. She shook her head as if to clear it and he thought she was rejecting his offer.

"You don't have to, you know," he smiled. "I won't bite you. Unless you want me to that is," he finished with another smile.

"No, I mean yes, thank you. I know you won't bite me. I mean I'll take you up on your offer. I'll have to come over later though. I have an appointment to get my nails done. How about in a couple of hours? Will that be OK?"

"Sure," he replied. "Give me the original and I'll have the copies ready for you when you come over. Here's my card. You can call me when you're ready. Actually, you can come anytime," he smiled again and put the emphasis on the word 'come'. "My wife is out of town."

"I don't believe it but this guy is really hitting on me. Me! I haven't been hit on in years," she felt herself standing straighter and arching her back so that her breasts were more prominent.

A plan was forming in Carol's mind. It was a fantasy really. Her mind was playing with her and she was having trouble separating fact from fiction. When she looked at Paul she saw a ghostly vision of Thom hovering in front of her.

Her flush spread throughout her body and a bead of sweat rolled down her chest between her breasts. Her breathing quickened and her chest felt tight in her bra. 

Handing the envelope with the letter inside of it to Paul, Carol watched as his hand grasped her forearm and pulled her towards him. 

"I'd better be going," she said. 

"Call me when you want to come," he offered in a low voice. "Anytime." 

"There's that 'come' again. What if someone is watching us? Am I imagining things? Stop it, Carol," she admonished herself and turned away to leave the store. 

Her mind was whirling as she drove home and into her garage. She sat in the car after the door closed behind her and fought with herself over her decision.

"You can't do this," she argued. "It won't work. You are not even that attracted to him. Jim's a good man. Get your head together before you ruin your life. You're going to make a fool of yourself."

Carol squirmed in the seat of the car. She pushed her pussy down against the leather and felt it squish with her running juices. The timer clicked the overhead light off and the sudden darkness brought Carol back into the present.

Deciding to take another shower before going to get her manicure, Carol carefully shaved her legs and underarms in the steamy bathroom. After drying her body, she trimmed her pubes using Jim's electric clippers. After cropping the sides of her hair, only a thin strip remained. 

Her grooming completed she worried about what she was going to tell Jim. She had never cropped herself this closely before and he would wonder about it. She would tell him she did it for him. 

"Another secret," she said. "Once you keep one, it is easy to add others."

Moving as if in a trance, Carol applied lotion to her body and chose her sexiest bra and panties. Critically examining herself in the mirror, Carol held her slightly bulging tummy in with her hands. This served to make her breasts stand out more. Hefting her breasts in her hands she lifted them and decided that, even if was hot outside, she would need to wear her pantyhose. Her belly needed the control top.

Carol debated with herself for a moment before deciding to not wear her panties under her pantyhose. After removing them, she carefully smoothed the nylon hose up over her feet and legs while she watched herself in the mirror. When she had them up and over her thighs, she did that little dance that women do to stretch their pantyhose the final few inches up on the bodies.

The realization that she was doing this to make herself look good for Paul Dwyer suddenly hit her. A quick feeling of guilt washed over her but she continued with her vague plans and finished dressing. The light blue cotton sundress fell smoothly over her nylon-encased thighs and butt. 

"I look pretty good for an old gal," she congratulated herself and slipped on her high-heeled sandals.

Her skirt spun and lifted as she did a quick pirouette in front of the mirror. Giving her breasts another lift with her hands she reached into her bra cups and pulled them up that they sat higher in her bra. Her smile was a satisfied smile as she admired herself in the mirror.

Chapter 8

It was cool in the beauty parlor and Carol idly thumbed through a magazine while she waited her turn. 

"How about a pedicure today?" The manicurist pointed to a sign hanging on the mirror. "Half off of our regular price if we do it along with a manicure."

Carol only hesitated for a minute before succumbing to the tempting deal. No one else was in the shop at the moment so she stood and reached up under her skirt to remove her pantyhose. They were half way down her legs before she remembered she wasn't wearing panties. 

"Oh, what the hell!" She thought. "I can get away with it for a little while."

Her feet soaking in a bath of warm water and the droning voice of the manicurist as she shared the latest gossip made Carol sleepy. She tilted her head back onto the headrest and dozed off. 

"You have beautiful feet," Thom said. "I could play with them all day." 

Elanora allowed Thom to pull her feet up onto his lap. She could feel his manhood beginning to harden under his tunic. It was cool sitting in the shade of a tree while their horse grazed nearby. 

"You don't want to play with my feet," she laughed. "You want them to play with you. Don't you?"

Thom laughed with her, "Yes, my darling. You caught me again."

Elanora captured his throbbing member between the soles of her feet. She could feel his heat coming through the material of his clothes as she rubbed him with her feet."

"Mrs. Fielder, Mrs. Fielder," a voice broke through the haze of her nap. "Wake up! You're splashing water all over the floor!" 

The voice was not Thom's it was the manicurist's and she had a grip on both of Carol's ankles in an attempt to keep them motionless. Carol's eyes opened and she took in the situation. 

"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed with embarrassment. "I was dreaming. I'm really sorry."

The manicurist turned Carol's chair to the side and spread a towel over the wet spots on the floor. Lifting Carol's foot up out of the basin of water she scooted her little stool closer to the chair and rested Carol's foot on a towel placed in her lap.

"Who's Thom?" The manicurist asked.

"Thom? I don't know any Thom. Why do you ask?" Carol lied.

"You were calling his name in your dream, that's all," she responded.

"I don't know why," Carol said. "I don't remember what I was dreaming about."

Carol did remember her dream and she knew that when she got up off of the chair her dress was going to have a wet spot in the back. Carol could feel the moisture oozing out of her but she couldn't figure out how to stop it from soaking into her dress. Every time she squirmed a little, the pedicurist gave her a look that told her to hold still. Giving up, she relaxed in the chair and decided to worry about it when she was finished.

"There can't be any moisture left in me," she thought. "I've been lubricating almost non-stop for the last week. I can't be pregnant. I must be having some kind of menstrual cycle thing or something. I'll mention it to Dr. Lane when I go to see her next time."

Carol was aware that with her foot in the lap of the manicurist, her thighs were spread and her short dress was not hiding anything from anyone that cared to look.

What Carol didn't know was that the manicurist stole a look up her dress every fifteen seconds or so. It's a wonder that she didn't cut one of Carol's toes off while she was staring up her dress.

"Well, well, look who's here!" A man's voice boomed out in the quiet beauty shop.

"My god, is he following me around," Carol thought as she looked up from her magazine and into Paul's eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came here to get my haircut," he responded. "Actually, it's the first time I've been here but if you're a regular customer, I will be too."

Carol flushed when she realized that Paul's eyes were fixed on the opening between her thighs as the beautician covered him with an apron and began to run a comb through his hair. 

"Don't take too much off, there isn't much left," Paul laughed. "But you know what they say about bald men, don't you?"

"No, what do they say?" The beautician allowed herself to be the straight woman.

"They say that some men use their testosterone to grow hair but that bald men use it in the way that god intended it to be used."

"And how is that?" The beautician continued with the game.

"We use it to grow some of our other organs," he laughed and slapped his knee with his hand.

Everyone laughed and Paul quieted down when the beautician tilted his chair back and began to wash his hair.

Paul's haircut was complete at about the same time that the manicurist was finished with Carol's nails. Paul chattered on about the weather and asked about some good places to eat since he was new in the area. He never took his eyes off of Carol and she tried to be careful when she got up out of the chair but she ended up straddling the footrest with her skirt pulled high up on her thighs.

Paul smiled at her attempt to push her skirt down between her thighs and she heard him snicker when she retrieved her pantyhose from the cabinet next to the sink.

"Please don't put them back on," the manicurist begged. "You'll ruin your pedicure. Wait a few hours until the polish hardens. OK?"

Carol stuffed the pantyhose into her purse and thanked the girl with a tip. Paul was already at the cashier when she got there and he gallantly stepped aside for her to go ahead of him. Placing his hand on her back, he ushered her forward with a gentle nudge. Carol felt his fingers moving on her waist and she knew he was searching for the elastic of her panties. When he didn't find any he hesitated for a moment before sliding his hand to the middle of her back and feeling for some type of waistband under her dress. Not finding anything, he gave her waist a little squeeze just above her hip.

"When are you coming over?" He asked when they exited the salon. 

"I-I-I have to go home first," Carol said. 

She was thinking that she had to change or at least put on some panties before she went to his house.

"Don't bother stopping at your house. Come over right now," he suggested. "I'll be waiting. I'll leave the garage door open and you can pull right into it. That way your car won't have to sit in the hot sun."

"Yeah, sure!" Carol thought, "You don't miss a trick do you? You don't want anyone to see my car parked in front of your house."

Carol hesitated for a moment before deciding to go along with his suggestion. Her mind was way ahead and already thinking about what she would and would not do when she got there.

"OK, but I have to stop at the bank first. I'll be there in a few minutes," she agreed and pressed the button on the remote to open her car doors.

"Great!" He said and walked towards his own car.

Chapter 9

The air conditioner had not even begun to cool off the car before Carol pulled into his garage. The overhead door click-clacked down behind her as she sat in her car wondering what she was doing there. The door to the house opened and Paul's form appeared silhouetted in the doorway of his house. 

"Are you going to stay in there," he laughed. "Come on in, it's cool in here."

Carol climbed out of the car and walked past Paul standing in the doorway. 

"Welcome," he said and gestured with his arm in a mock bow.

The cool air hit Carol and she felt her nipples harden under her sheer bra. She was getting that tight feeling in her chest again and her bra's underwire cut into her skin below her breasts.

Indicating an envelope, Paul said, "There's the copies. I made some extras in case you needed them. Would you like a cold drink? Beer, soda, iced tea, a mixed drink?"

Carol toyed with the idea of having some liquor to quiet her nerves but she realized that she would have to explain the odor on her breath to Jim.

"No, just a cold soda will be fine," she said.

"Have a seat. I'll be right back," he said.

Carol watched him walk away. He had changed his clothes and he was wearing a tee shirt and shorts with no shoes. His bare feet made a slapping sound on the kitchen floor tile. 

Carol smoothed her dress down over her ass and across her belly. She could feel her cropped pubic hair under the tips of her fingers and her hand moving against her body reminded her that she was naked under the thin cotton skirt. 

Picking up the envelope, Carol looked at the copies and realized that he had not copied both pages on the same sheet of paper. She made an "Oh" sound just as Paul came back with her drink in his hand.

"Something wrong?" He asked and handed her a glass of soda.

"Oh, no. I mean, well yes. I wanted them printed on both sides of the same sheet of paper," she said. "Never mind. It'll be OK. No problem."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he offered. "I can reprint them in a jiffy. Come up to the office."

Without bothering to see if she was following him, Paul turned and walked towards the stairs to the second floor. Carol hesitated for a moment but then meekly followed him to the stairs. Paul had only gone up two steps when he stopped and turned.

"I forgot my drink. Go on up. It's at the end of the hall. I'll be there in a jiffy."

Paul put his hand on her hip for balance as he squeezed past her on the stairs. Keeping his hand on her body, he slid it around and across her belly as he descended the steps. 




Secrets



Carol felt another surge of moisture between her legs. Turning and walking up the stairs she glanced back over her shoulder to see Paul standing at the bottom and watching her go up. 

"He's looking up my dress," she thought and another twinge in her groin told her that she liked him looking at her.

The office was tiny. It wasn't much more than a large closet with a window in it. Glancing around, Carol saw piles of papers all over the place and what looked like textbooks stacked on shelves along the wall. She opened the lid on the desktop copier and lined up the first sheet to be copied. 

"No sense in wasting paper," she thought and inserted the copies he had made into the feeder tray and hit the start button. 

She felt rather than saw Paul as he entered the room behind her. 

"Got it working all right?" He asked. 

"Yep. It'll only take a minute," she replied and took a sip of her drink.

Carol watched as the first copy slid out of the copier. She immediately recognized that she had put the sheets in upside down and the new page was being copied over the text already on the sheet.

"Oops!" She said. "How do you stop this thing?"

"Here," Paul said and reaching his arm under hers he pushed a button to stop the machine. 

"Let me straighten this out," he said and pulled the upside down sheets out of the feeder tray with his other hand. Carol realized that the palm of his right hand was now flat against her belly. He pulled her gently back against his chest before releasing her and used both hands to reshuffle the pages.

He reinserted the copies into the feeder tray and punched in the copy number.

"Careful you don't get any toner on your pretty dress," he said and smoothed the front of her dress with both of his hands flat against her belly. 

His fingers were only inches away from meeting at her pussy. Carol didn't know how to get out of her situation without causing a fuss and besides he was making her feel good. She held still and she did not pull away from their body-to-body contact.

Working from behind her, Paul restarted the machine and they watched the light come on for the first copy.

"Uh, what did you say you did?" She asked to break the moment. 

"I do consulting work," he responded and moved away from her. 

Sitting down in his office chair he moved the computer mouse and the screen came to life. An image of a beautiful red-haired woman filled the screen. She was completely nude and the freckles on her almost white body seemed to pop out at Carol. 

The woman was lying on her side with one foot flat on the floor or whatever she was lying on. Her pussy was completely exposed and there wasn't a hair on it. Her breasts, topped by pinkly erect nipples, hung down a little but they could not be called saggy by any means.

"That's my wife, Susan," he said by way of introduction. "Beautiful, isn't she?"

Carol felt a wave of heat start at her toes and move up her legs and into her belly. Her face was on fire and she heard herself gasp for air. She literally felt her moisture gush out of her pussy and run down her thigh. Holding onto the back of his chair for support, Carol leaned her hip against his desk.

"Yes, she is," Carol forced a whispered reply from her lips.

"You are also a lovely lady," he said without looking up at her. "Your essence is intoxicating."

At first, Carol did not know what he meant. Then she realized he was talking about the smell of her sex that was radiating out from between her legs. Now, she could smell it too.

"I-I-I've got to be going," she said and put her drink down on the top of his desk.

"So soon?" He asked without looking at her. "Stay a little while longer." 

He emphasized his words by grasping the inside of the calf of her right leg. "You're not in a real hurry. Are you? I want to show you something."

"Show me what?" She thought. Carol's body jerked when the image of an erect penis covered by a condom flashed in her mind. She made no reply and made no effort to stop his hand from caressing her leg. The heat from his hand was burning her skin and she was not sure that she could continue to stand beside him without fainting.

Chapter 10

Paul's left hand continued to caress the inside of her right leg just below her knee. He maneuvered the computer mouse and charts and graphs moved across the screen. He talked about chemicals and toxins and Carol understood nothing except that her body was betraying her marriage vows.

Carol wanted to move but she couldn't force herself away from the pleasure that was building inside of her. Paul was making her feel wanted and desirable. She was not a housewife and a mother at this moment. She was a sensuous woman whose needs were being met by a near stranger.

Paul's hand moved inexorably up the inside of her leg and Carol tried to shift her feet to open her thighs a little. The office was so cluttered that her shoe caught on a box sitting next to the desk. Without pausing in his description of his work and the moving computer images, Paul dropped his hand from her leg and reached down to open the bottom drawer of the desk before returning his hand to her leg.

Carol immediately understood his intentions and she raised her left foot and rested the sole of her sandal on the top edge of the drawer. Her body was now completely open to his caresses and she willed him to continue.

"Thom's arms bulged when he lifted Elanora up onto the low-hanging limb of the tree. She rested one foot on the crotch of the branches and the other hung down with her bare toe just touching the warm earth. 

Thom wasted no time and his hands moved between her legs and caressed the insides of her thighs. Elanora's body trembled with desire. She wanted and needed this man to take her again. He was quickly learning that she needed to be treated tenderly and that she was not to be taken as a beast would take its mate.

He massaged her thighs and his thumbs crept closer to her center. She was panting now and she closed her eyes and widened the space between her thighs in anticipation of his touch."

Paul's hand moved slowly up and clasped the inside of her thigh. Carol could feel his thumb as it traced little circles on her damp flesh. Her body's lubrication had trickled far enough down her leg to where he was feeling it under his hand. 

His hand left her leg and moved to the outside of her thigh. It continued up until his fingers were tracing along the crease between her butt and her leg. 

His hand moved still higher and it gently squeezed the cheek of her ass. His thumb was now resting on the upper reaches of the crack of her ass. As he moved it down her ass he pressed it between her cheeks and she clenched her muscles in response to his gentle probing. Another squeeze of her cheek and his hand dropped to the inside of her leg. 

He again traced little circles with his thumb. Each circle moved his touch closer to her pussy. She was sure that he could feel her heat and her moisture. Carol's sandal made a scraping noise on the desk drawer as she moved to open herself even more to his touch.

Paul's voice droned on but neither he nor Carol was aware of what he was saying. All of their senses were focused on the point where his thumb was contacting her flesh. Paul stopped talking and, except for the hum of the computer, the room fell silent. 

Paul's hand moved higher and, as he grazed the edge of his thumb along her saturated pussy lips, Carol's chin dropped to her chest and a sound like a whimper escaped her lips. Her head lolled to the side and her mouth went slack as her legs tensed with the anticipation of his next move.

Paul was now tightly holding her leg and pulling her hip against him. Each time his thumb passed along the length of her pussy lips, Carol whimpered. Each time his thumb moved against her it crept another millimeter deeper inside of her. 

Her knees were bowed as she attempted to spread her thighs to the limits of her tendons. His thumb continued its slow penetration until the next time that he moved it upwards it passed under her distended clitoris and induced a long, low cry of need from her throat.

Carol's hand moved from the back of his chair and she pulled Paul's head tightly against her hip. She was now moving in counter rhythm to Paul's thumb as it probed her opening. Her shoe fell off and it clattered into the drawer as she lifted and bent her left knee until it rested on the top of the desk. The muscles in her calf tensed when she raised herself up on the tiptoes of her right foot. 

Paul knew that she was close. He inserted his thumb entirely into her pussy and clenched her clitoris between it and his moving index finger. His massage sent her over the edge and Carol exploded into a shuddering orgasm. Her breath streamed out of her lungs accompanied by a long, low moan that signaled her completion.

Chapter 11

Carol sat in the driver's seat of her car and contemplated what had just happened to her. It was like a dream or like one of her romance novels. 

She had just allowed a man who was not her husband to fondle her to an orgasm and she had enjoyed it. 

No words were spoken between them after she had come down from her climax. He kept his thumb inside of her until she put her foot back onto the floor and backed away from him. He retrieved her sandal from the bottom drawer and she took it from his hand. Lifting her right leg, she removed that sandal and held it in her fingers along with the other one. 

She avoided looking at him and he did not get up from his chair when she turned and walked out of the office and down the stairs on trembling legs. It was not until she had made the second turn around the block towards her home that she realized that she had forgotten the letters that were still in the copying machine.

Carol felt a slight thrill of excitement, followed by a wash of guilt, when she realized that they would have another opportunity to get together when she picked up the letters.

When she climbed out of her car, she had to pull her dress away from where it was stuck to her still wet pussy. Carrying her sandals in her hand, she hurried into the house and threw her purse on the chair. A quick glance in the mirrored hall closet door confirmed her suspicion. The back of her skirt did have a huge wet spot on it. Carol giggled, smoothed her hand over her butt and pulled her dress away from her sticky body. 

"Just like Clinton's girlfriend's dress," she thought. "Maybe I should give it to my mother to hold for me."

Laughing at her own joke she skipped up the stairs to their bedroom. Stripping off her dress she realized that she had left her pantyhose in her handbag. Still feeling the euphoria of her little tryst, Carol hurried downstairs wearing just her bra. She reached her purse, retrieved her pantyhose and scampered back upstairs like a child who had just gotten away with something.

Examining herself she realized that she was still all swollen and sensitive down there. Her orgasm had not really satisfied her completely and she was left wanting more. She wanted to feel a man inside of her. 

After washing the evidence of her gratification off of her legs and crotch Carol sat on the edge of their bed. She wondered why she was feeling so exhilarated and not guilty. She had just cheated on her husband with a guy who is almost bald and whom she didn't even have any real feeling for.

"He sure had feelings for me," she giggled as she remembered his fingers caressing her. She lay back on the bed and pulled her panties up over her knees. Planting her feet on the mattress, she raised her butt so that she could get her panties up to her waist. She rolled over on her side and picked up her book from the bedside table. Fluffing up the pillows under her shoulders, Carol opened her book and continued to read.

"Elanora's knees were spread wide to allow Thom to stand between them. The tree branch that she was sitting on was uncomfortable but the sensations that Thom's hands were causing at the center of her womanhood made it worthwhile. Thom continued to caress her and she held him tighter and tighter against her breasts. His moving fingers made her forget everything but the pleasure that he was giving her. Stepping back, Thom released his turgid manhood from under his robes. Elanora marveled at its shiny hardness and she reached for it and pulled him into her moist cavern."

"Mom, we're home," the voice of the twins interrupted Carol and she closed the book and lay there for a moment. 

"I wonder if I can really let him fuck me?" She thought. "Is it worth it? What if Jim finds out? What if I fall in love with him? That won't happen stupid, you just want to get laid by someone different. There is no love involved, only sex."

"Mom! I'm hungry," the voice was outside of her bedroom door.

Carol pulled her hand from underneath her panties and rose to get dressed.

"I'll be right down," she said and bent over to pull up her sweats. 

When she straightened up her eyes went to the Dwyer's house just a hundred feet away. She thought she saw a figure in the bedroom window looking out at her. The sun's glare may have fooled her but she felt a surge in her groin as she planned her next move.

Chapter 12

After making a snack for the twins, Carol peeled some potatoes and got dinner going. She pulled some frozen cordon blue entrees out of the freezer and was choosing a vegetable when Jim walked in the door. 

She was on the phone with Tim who was telling her that he had to stay late for practice when Jim came home.

"Hi honey," he said and gave her a quick kiss and a hug. "I'm going to take a quick shower before dinner. OK?"

"Sure, I'll hold off on my gourmet micro waving until you come down, she said. "On second thought, maybe I'll come up and wash your back for you," she added.

Jim looked at her in surprise. She hadn't made him an offer like that in quite a while. 

"That would be nice," he said with a little note of caution in his voice.

Carol checked on the twins who were watching television in the family room. She told them that she would be back in a few minutes and went up to their bedroom. Jim was already in the shower by the time she got there so she stripped and opened the bathroom door. The steam in the bathroom had fogged the mirror and the shower doors. Carol stepped to the shower doors and knocked on them while pressing her naked body against them.  She could see Jim turn around and stare at her.

Carol giggled and sliding the door open she stepped into the shower and into Jim's arms. He was all slippery and soapy and she moved her body against his. She had not really recovered from her little episode just a few hours before and she was ready for more. Jim accommodated her by sliding his fingers between her opening thighs and pushing her up against the wall of the shower.

Carol's hands found Jim's cock and she gently stroked him. 

"Easy, honey, easy," he moaned. "You got me so excited that I'm right on the edge."

Carol slowed her stroking but it was too late. Jim groaned again and mashed himself up against her. His erection was trapped between their bodies and it rubbed her wet belly as he humped against her. 

Carol was trying to raise herself up on her tiptoes to at least get his cock between her legs and against her pussy but he was holding her too tightly. She was trying to push his arms loose when he gave a louder groan and squashed her tightly against himself. She could do nothing except hang on as his cum spurted out of him and onto their already slippery skin.

"I'm sorry, honey," he apologized when he stopped cumming. "I couldn't wait. I'll make it up to you tonight. I promise."

"That's OK," Carol replied without conviction. "I'd better get back downstairs and finish dinner."

Carol dried herself and threw on a light robe before going downstairs. She was pissed off at Jim and pissed off at herself for setting herself up like that. She had calmed down a little by the time she got the table set and sent the twins off to wash for dinner.

Carol was still a little miffed during dinner but she tried not to show it. They ate dinner while discussing the usual family stuff about school and how they were going to arrange the schedules to get the twins back and forth to their softball and soccer games.

Carol was cleaning the kitchen and the twins were up in their rooms, supposedly doing their homework. Jim was watching television and reading the paper when the doorbell rang. 

"Who can that be," Carol asked herself. "Get that will you please," she called to Jim. "I'm not dressed."

A few minutes later Jim came into the kitchen carrying a manila envelope. Carol felt a moment of fright when she recognized it as the one containing the original cheerleader letters that she had earlier given to Paul Dwyer. 

"Our new neighbor brought this over for you," Jim said. "He said that he saw you at the drugstore fighting with a broken copy machine and that he volunteered to make the copies."

"Oh! He didn't have to bring them over tonight. I'll have to call him and thank him tomorrow," Carol offered.

"You won't have to call him. He's still here," Jim replied. "Would you like a beer or something?" He asked over his shoulder.

Paul's voice came out of the living room area, "A beer would be great. Thank you."

"I'll be right in," Jim said as he motioned Carol to greet their visitor.

"But, I'm not dressed," she said.

"Oh, you look fine. He's only a neighbor," Paul laughed.

"If you only knew my secret," Carol thought and walked into the living room.

Paul stood up and greeted her when she walked into the room. 

"Hello, Mrs. Fielder," He said louder than he had too. "I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop the copies by."

Paul continued walking towards Carol and held out his hand in greeting. Carol continued with the charade and glancing over her shoulder towards the kitchen, she offered her hand. Paul grasped it and pulled her towards him. He grasped her waist with his left hand and she again felt the familiar touch of his fingers as he searched for the elastic of her underwear.

Carol's knees got weak and for a moment she though she was going to fall. 

"Don't you ever wear panties?" He whispered with a little laugh. 

Aloud he said," No problem, I wanted to meet your husband anyway."

Carol gave him a dirty look and he smiled at her. Without taking his eyes off of the kitchen door over her shoulder, Paul brought his left hand back towards her belly and turning his wrist he tried to cup her pussy through her light robe. Carol gasped and arched her back to pull away from him but he held tightly to her hand.

"It feels like rain," he said loudly and tried to push his fingers up into her. "It's a little damp."

"Stop it!" She hissed at him. "Stop it this instant."

Paul released Carol's hand and stepped back as Jim's voice came from the doorway. 

"I'm going out to the garage and get some more beer. We only have a couple of cans left in the fridge," he announced.

As soon as the door to the garage clicked shut, Paul pulled Carol back towards him. This time his hands were on her waist and he pressed their bellies together.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Carol whispered loudly. "Are you crazy? He could come back in any minute."

"It's OK, I'm watching," Paul said. "Damn you feel good and you smell nice."

Carol felt herself giving in to the excitement of the moment and she allowed her body to relax against Paul's. His erection was prominently sticking up along the fly of his shorts and he rubbed it against her belly. Carol's pussy started to throb and she rose on her tiptoes to raise her pussy so she could feel him against it.

Raising her face towards his, their eyes met and Carol glanced down at his lips. Paul got the hint and he lowered his face. Their lips met for the first time and Carol's breath whooshed out of her nose at the contact. It was a gentle kiss and their tongues touched briefly before Paul suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back. 




Secrets Among Friends



Chapter one – The Bite of the Wind

The night air had a chill in it, added to the discomfort by the strong breeze. Barbara pulled the heavy coat around her neck and tightly across her body. She had moved closer to her husband Bill, hoping he would put his arm around her as they walked down the dark Alaskan street with their friends George and his wife Jeanne. Bill seemed too interested in the conversation he was having and the sounds of music rolling out from several nightclubs to be aware of his wife's chill.

Jeanne suggested they stop at a club for a hot cup of strong Alaskan coffee that always had some powerful alcohol lacing it. Bill jumped at the idea and headed for the first bar; the remaining three following close behind. George took both of the women by the arms and escorted them down the steps into a dimly lit basement. Bill had found one of the very few booths available, built for three, but would hold four if they sat tightly together.

Removing their heavy coats and checking them with the waitress, they sat crowded together. Barbara sat in the middle, between Bill and George while Jeanne made a trip to the Ladies Room. Bill ordered a pitcher of The Alcan Defroster, a pot of dark coffee with 180 rum and a dash of chocolate. Before it arrived, Jeanne had returned and Bill slid closer to his wife. He had her sit on the opposite end from George and next to Bill. He was tightly against both of the women. Wrapping his arms around both of them, he pulled them tightly against him for warmth and for the pleasure of having them pressing against him.

The music was a mixture of several styles and most allowed them to talk with each other and discuss their joint vacation to Alaska. Although unspoken, it was hoped by all to have this trip bring them closer together and more honest with each other. Although they had been friends for many years, some topics had always remained on the not to be discussed list. All were hoping some openness and honesty would bring them closer and clear the frosty divider they had maintained for over twenty years. They drank the warming brew quickly and without asking the others, George ordered another large pot of the potent beverage.

Chapter Two – The number and depth of secrets increased.

It was almost six months back when Jeanne suggested the four friends take off for a few weeks and visit the cities of South Eastern Alaska. She knew that all four needed some time away from their daily environment. Family problems had placed a lot of stress on all, requiring some relaxation and change of scenery. They discussed it and immediately agreed on the concept, but needed time to work out the details. When would the leave? How long would they be away? How would they travel? Where would they stay? The men left these decisions up to the women and would support them in any way they were needed.

These four were an unlikely combination to have maintained a close friendship for so many years. George had met Jeanne in High School and fell head-over-heels for her. She was raised in a conservative environment, but as with many teenagers, maintained a private and more risqué relationship with some of her female and male friends. They were not the kids she associated with in her strict Church group. She was involved in some group and individual activities she later regretted. Jeanne had a few sexual experiences individually and with groups but managed to keep them secret from family, Church friends, and her new boy friend, George. Her desire for romantic and some out of the ordinary sex was generally a positive factor for their marriage following high school, but led to several extra-marital adventures that almost shattered their relationship.

George had been raised in a vagabond, upper middle class life with his contractor father and business owning mother. Going into public school for the first time in his life in high school, he felt as if he was in another world. He had few close friends and dreamed of seeing the world, alone if necessary. One friend he became close to was Bill. His marriage to Jeanne helped in some ways, providing a family, which he required. As the years passed, he maintained contact with Bill and on several occasions, they discussed Bills attraction to Jeanne during high school and even during several of his failed marriages. George took these conversations as a compliment, believing that Bill never had nor ever would attempt to have a physical relationship or even a brief adventure with Jeanne. Often the fantasy of seeing his best friend and his wife together in some erotic encounter did cross his mind. George and Bill never discussed this possibility. During their marriage, both Jeanne and George had several sexual experiences with others. They were discreet and their appearance remained that of a "proper" married couple.

Their first "experience" happened only a few months after they were married. Living in a small house on an even smaller income in the military, most social activities were get-togethers at other low ranking airmen's homes. We would play cards, board games or simply enjoy each other's and usually a variety of drinks. One Saturday, after an afternoon of swimming in a canal and drinking many Cuba Libras several couples went to a neighbor's house for some hamburgers grilled in the backyard. Many of us remained in our swimsuits as the temperature was still in excess of 100 degrees and drank more mixed drinks.

Someone started a record player and put on many of the hits of that year, 1961. Most of us started dancing with anyone available. I noticed three guys pulling on Jeanne trying to get her to dance. She finally dropped off her sun jacket and was now in what was then a daring two-piece swimsuit and barefoot. Her 18 year old body more than filled both pieces and drew admiring attention of most of the men, and some of the women. She selected one of the guys from the Avionics squadron and danced with him to several songs that were active rock and roll like Fats Domino and Elvis Presley then they started playing songs like, I Like it like that, by Chris Kinner and Blue Moon by the Marcels where you danced slow and close. 

I was dancing with several women and trying to keep my eye on Jeanne who had more than her share of drinks and California sun. Jeanne had continued to dance with the guy from the Avionics Squadron, while I was hoping she would change partners. After a few of Brook Benton and the Shirells songs, they were dancing exceptionally tight in each other's arms. Her cheek was lying against his shoulder, arms around his neck and his hands were firmly holding both cheeks of her ass. Several couples had lain down on towels in the grass and were making-out, some kept dancing and a few disappeared into the house. I lost sight of Jeanne and her new friend and after a few more drinks, I sat down and waiting for her to return. It was over half an hour before I saw them return arm-in-arm from the house. She was flushed as she came up to me combing her hair and asked me to get her "something tall and cold." Several other similar parties kept the airmen and their wives busy and happy. Some of our most exciting and rewarding experiences involved role playing. Contrary to the belief of some, this did not hurt our marriage, but added to excitement and adventure to the many times we were alone together.

As for Bill, he had some family problems in his teen years but kept them secret and could not wait until he could get out of the house and on his own. Because of his difficult youth, he never developed the social skills to build a long-term family of his own. After several marriages, they all failed for the same reason. Unfortunately, this situation exists today causing problems with Barbara. Yet it also allows Barbara to maintain the role of caregiver to the very nice and good man, Bill. 

One factor between Barbara and Bill is their lack of sexually intimacy. He may or may not be enjoying the company of other women. However, Barbara has deigned herself several opportunities for erotic adventures. This compounds Barbara's poor self image, making it seem that even the man she married and loves does not find her physically attractive. When receiving honest compliments, she does not believe the person giving the flattering remark could possibly be serious. During childhood and a previous marriage, several incidents occurred which she has been unable to deal with and overcome. 

As you can see, each has personal problems, one problem compounding another – all remaining secret! You would think they would be able to talk about then and help resolve their friends' problems. However, they remained at a physical distance and the problems built until there was a tall, strong wall between them all. 

Chapter Three – Secrets become known.

Barbara had been Bills third wife and she had not known George and Jeanne nearly as long; she was fully and completely accepted as a member of this close family. However, she was never made aware that many years ago, in high school; Bill had become attracted to Jeanne. Because of his friendship with George, he never expressed his feelings, despite the fact they remained in his thoughts throughout the years. Although this had been yet another unspoken secret, only Barbara was unaware of his attraction to Jeanne, and in a milder form, the fact Jeanne was attracted to Bill. Sitting as they were, legs, hips and arms rubbing against Bill caused a warm feeling for both women.

Paradoxically, George was also attracted to Barbara the first time they met. This was not a physical attraction as was Bill and Jeanne, it was a fascination with the intelligence, personality and confidence expressed by Barbara that created George's feeling toward her. Major difficulties caused by several incidents in Barbara's past made it nearly impossible for her to trust, confide in and develop a fully open relationship with any man, friendship or physical. These incidents even turned down her own self-image and hid her natural sexual appetite for physical affection from a male. Bill had has own problems and these factors made Barbara feel needed and in control, unlike her previous situations. If Bill had been more aggressive and masculine, Barbara would have been turned-off, rather than attracted by his need for support. As involved as she was with Bill, she never noticed the subtle hints dropped by George directly to her on many occasions.

The four had been sitting together sharing laughs, drinks and music for almost two hours. All were feeling the effects of the 180 rum and the physical contact with each other in the small booth. Barbara was comfortable being tightly embraced between the two men and felt or perceived nothing sexual until she looked to her right and saw Bills right hand caressing Jeanne's left inner thigh. The full skirt Jeanne wore almost completely covered his hand, hiding it as it slipped between her legs. Barbara's first reaction was wondering why Jeanne was allowing this erotic touch in a public place. Why didn't her friend stop Bill from touching her with Barbara sitting so closely beside them? Was Jeanne that drunk that she did not know what Bill was doing? Did Bill know what he was doing?

Many thoughts flashed through Barbara's mind like lightening bolts. She was surprised that Bill would do that to Jeanne. She was astonished he would stroke her in such a sexual manner, knowing Bill had always said he had E.D. and was unable to have intercourse. How far would he continue? Did Bill bring the Viagra he purchased before the trip? Should she stop it or even tell George? Then the shocking image of Bill and Jeanne in bed together appeared to Barbara surprising her in that it almost seemed beautiful – these two long-time friends enjoying each other; sharing pleasure. If Jeanne and George did not object, why should she? Alternatively, was the touch merely an intoxicated pat, being no more than friends touching? Perhaps in her own intoxicated mind, it was only a friendly touch and she was making something out of nothing. Her conservative side triumphed and she decided to do and say nothing; simply to watch what was happening.