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Solo

By: Celtic_Heart



I step out of the bathroom, my skin tingling, my body pink and glowing from the shower. I walk the few steps to my bedroom. The large, fluffy towel falls away and for a moment I stand there, naked, surveying myself in the full length mirror on the wall. I sit on the edge of the bed and reach for the jar of skin crème. Applying a generous amount to my hands I start to rub it in. 

I start with my arms. My hands glide over the soft skin. An occasional fleeting contact with my naked breasts sends tiny electric shocks through me. 

Next my legs. My hands slide easily up my slender calves and over my rounded and shapely thighs. They travel up to my midsection, flat and well toned. A warm glow surrounds me as my hands absently trace their way under the curves of my breasts. 

Do I stop or do I continue? I hesitate only a moment before applying more crème to my hands. 

A soft moan escapes me as I cup my breasts in my hands and begin to caress them. My nipples stiffen as my hands slide over them. 

I lie back on the bed and close my eyes. I murmur my contentment as my hands squeeze and massage my breasts. I gently pinch my nipples and then my hands glide over the soft skin again. 

My pussy responds in kind. I can feel it begin to pulse. I feel so sexy. My breasts, firm and yet so soft, feel so good under my hands as I press them together, savouring the sensations arising from my attentions. 

Tentatively, one hand brushes against my neatly trimmed bush. I open my legs. I finger slides between my lips, tracing the warm, wet folds of my mound, coating it with my love juice. 

Unconsciously I lift my fingers to my mouth, tasting the juices that are flowing freely from my cunt. The flavour intoxicates me, my imagination begins to take over. 

My fingers return to my pussy, teasing my clit, sliding between my silken lip. Slowly I slide one, then two fingers into me. I thrust them in and out, gently twisting them in and out. Waves of pleasure spread out from my pussy to consume me as I slowly finger fuck myself. 

Reluctantly I slip them out and lightly stroke my clit. In my mind's eye it's no longer my finger but a warm, wet tongue that is pleasuring me. Not my husband's tongue, not even another man's tongue but a woman's. The excitement inside me builds as I imagine my husband catching me there, catching me with another woman between my legs, watching as her soft tongue gently laps my juices from my pussy. 

The excitement mounts, my pussy contracts. Not yet! Not yet! Slow down, make it last. Reluctantly my hand retreats from my clit. I lick my fingers clean and in my imagination I'm licking my juices from another man's cock, a cock that has fucked me to the brink of orgasm as the fantasy woman feasted on my clit. 

The sexual tension is still building, I have to force myself to slow down. I will my overactive imagination into neutral. 

My hands return to my breasts. I shiver with delight as I squeeze and caress them. Pushing them together I pinch my nipples. I cry out with the subtle mixture of pain and pleasure. I rub in a little more crème and I spend what seems like an age caressing each one in turn. 

Fire burns in my pussy. My body is alive with expectation of release as I caress myself all over. Like iron to a magnet my fingers are unconsciously drawn towards my pussy. I have to use every ounce of will power I possess to prevent them from finding their goal. I run my fingers up and down my inner thighs, teasing myself until the tension and anticipation become too much to bear. 

One hand returns to my breasts, the fingers of the other lightly brush over the lips of my pussy. I slowly slide a finger between the lips, spreading them wide. My finger dips into my honeypot. Once again I take my finger to my mouth and lick the warm dew from it's length. I savour the taste as, fully aroused, I my other hand glides over my stomach to take its place. 

This time two fingers make their way into my tunnel. I slide them in and out increasing the force with each movement. My thumb rests on my swollen clit and I moan softly as the sensations take over. My passion now owns me, my body, of its own volition, moves steadily towards the impending climax. 

I thrust my fingers deep inside me, twisting them round and round inside my cunt. My thumb exerts a steady pressure on my clit. My free hand strokes and squeezes my breasts. 

I can feel it approaching. The fire in my pussy builds to an inferno as my thumb and fingers do their work. My breathing quickens. My womb begins to contract. My body begins to shake. 

My imaginary lovers return. The woman is frantically licking my clit as the man works his cock in and out of my cunt. All the while my husband watches as I use these strangers for my pleasure. 

The dam suddenly bursts. I cry out as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over me. My body shudders as I slip the fingers from my pussy and slide them back and forth over my throbbing clit, keeping the intensity of my climax at full strength. 

My other hand pinches each nipple in turn as I gently rub my clit with a circular motion. Lightning bolts should through me as my climax climbs to a higher level. The contractions in my pussy and womb spread out to engulf me until I can take no more. With tears of joy in my eyes I allow myself to let go, hugging myself tight as I let the orgasmic energy dissipate. 

I lie on my bed motionless. I lie there, unaware of time passing, unaware of the room around me, unaware of everything except the beating of my heart. A warm glow of satisfaction spreads over me as my breathing returns to normal and my body relaxes. 

Finally I open my eyes. I smile. A warm, dreamy, mischievous little smile as I realise that I what I need most of all right now is another shower.

Solo



As you break the plane of the door the change of temperature between the steamy bathroom and the air conditioned room hits you and you shudder slightly. You didn't realized how hot the shower was until the chill of the room hit you. Shuddering again you use the towel in your hands to dry the last drops of water off of your skin and can't help but smile a little noticing the goose bumps that were beginning to rise on your skin.

Making your way over to the wall, you check the thermostat but decide to leave it where it is. You would most likely only be chilly for a few moments before your body became acclimated. Either that or you'd just curl up under the blankets. Either possibility was likely to happen; though the king-size bed was definitely calling your name.

Dropping the towel on the floor you lay back on the bed, scooting up so you're completely propped up by the multiple feather pillows. Closing your eyes you relax, feeling your body sink into the plush, pillow-top bed. The best thing about these kinds of uppity hotels were the beds. You loved having a big squishy bed all to yourself. You would curl up with the many pillows and just get lost in the comfort. It was like relaxing in a cloud.

As you relax into the bed you bend your knees up slightly and roll your hips out to relax the pressure on the joints. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly you feel all of the muscles relax as your legs fall open completely. This makes you feel really open, naked, sprawled out on the bed but it feels good. You're alone, so the only eyes that can see you are your own. You feel safe and completely uninhibited.

With your eyes still closed you reach a hand up and trail your fingers over your face, gently tracing every feature. The stress lines in your forehead are gone for the moment and the skin feels smooth. Trailing your fingers down over your cheek you feel the stubble growing in. You haven't shaved yet. You actually like slight scratchy feeling that comes with letting it go for a day or two. As you trail the same fingers gently over your lips they part slightly, letting out a soft breath. Your tongue slips out just slightly as you let your fingers linger.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out quickly your fingers leave your face and trail their way down your neck. Tipping your head back you shudder just slightly as you trace the outline of your adams apple. Raising your other arm, you tuck your hand behind your head, fingers threading into your wet hair. Relaxing again you continue your explorations, trailing your fingers down over your chest. Detouring slightly to the right you find a nipple and roughly rub a couple fingers over it, eliciting a soft gasp. They were more sensitive than you thought they would be, which definitely wasn't a bad thing. Letting your fingers circle for a moment you rub again, this time pinching slightly. You gasp softly again and lick your lips. Letting your eyes slip open you trail the fingers to the other side and repeat the motions, rubbing then pinching just slightly. As you become more daring you began to tug, just slightly, soft gasps escaping your mouth each time.

You remember talking with someone once about nipple piercings and at the time thought it was nothing but pain and couldn't possibly feel good. But as you tugged slightly at your own you couldn't help but think of how it might feel to have that cold metal to tug on. The thought makes you shudder slightly and you mentally tuck it away for another day.

Abandoning that motion for the moment you trail your fingers further south. A small smile forming on your lips as you trace the outline of your abs. You worked hard for this body and you were very proud of it. You work your way across then down, stopping when your fingers dip into the crease of your hip. Taking a deep breath you let it out very slowly, your eyes focusing on the ceiling. You mentally debate continuing for a moment but it isn't much of a decision. Closing your eyes again you relax further, your fingers trailing the crease before making their way down the inside of your thigh.

The light touches cause you to shudder and you let out a soft moan. You had never taken your time like this before and part of you was getting impatient but that part lost out to the wonderful feeling that was slowly taking over your whole body. This time you were going to worship your own body, taking your time to appreciate every inch. 

Trailing your fingers back up the outside of your thigh you pull your left hand back out from behind your head. Switching hands you rest your right hand on your stomach and continue the explorations with the fingers of your left hand. Starting again at the crease of your hip you trail the fingers down the inside of your thigh then back up the outside. Resting both hands on your stomach you take a deep breath, holding it in before letting it out slowly. 

Opening your eyes you chuckle slightly realizing that you're nervous. Which, in all reality is quite funny because this is nothing new. You've touched yourself before. You've almost doubled your life span since the first time you did. But this was different. This was more intimate. You feel so open and vulnerable. No one knows you as well as you do yourself, inside and out. But at the same time you are your own worst critic and nothing is scarier than facing your own imperfections. But this isn't about that, this is about enjoying yourself. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You close your eyes and slowly rub both hands back and forth over your abdomen, relaxing again, chasing the butterflies out of your stomach. Keeping your left hand there you gently trail your right hand down. As your fingers touch the soft hair your hips involuntarily rock upward. You smile to yourself reveling in how turned on you are and how good it feels. Continuing the movement you trail your fingers very slowly along your length. You try to hold it in but a shuddery moan escapes your lips and your eyes fall open again. 

Licking your lips you do it again, this time slower, teasing that much more. A low groan gets stuck in your throat and comes out more of a gasp. Shuddering you pull your hand away and concentrate on your breathing. Its as if your skin is twice as sensitive as normal. Every nerve in your body seems to be on edge. Resting your hand on your thigh you breathe deeply, slowing your heart rate. You don't want to rush this. 

Slowly moving your hand back you trail your fingers down your length, taking a moment to circle the head, reveling in the sounds coming from your own mouth. Your hips rock up again, this time more insistent. Goose bumps rise all over your skin as you trail your fingers back up, barely touching. You lick your lips again, your breathing becoming more shallow. Smiling to yourself you close your hand around the base of your erection, staying right there for a long moment. Your eyes slip closed and you groan low in your throat as you slowly move your hand from base to tip then back down. You continue to lick at your lips and your left hand begins to make lazy movements across your stomach, mirroring the slow stroking of your right hand. 

Your movements become more insistent and you have to remind yourself that you want this to last. You whimper and force yourself to slow down, loosening your grip slightly. Your hips continue to rock up and you press your left hand against your abdomen trying to still the movements. The pressure causes you to groan and you're almost startled by how needy your own voice is. If it were possible to be any more turned on you were at that moment.

Closing your eyes you give in. There's only one thing in the world right now that you want and you want to give it to yourself. Tightening your grip you begin to stroke in long, deliberate movements. Releasing the pressure of your left hand you let your hips rock up in opposite motion of your right. You lean your head back and allow all of the sounds to escape your mouth, not holding back. Every gasp and groan just adds that much more to the sensations.

As you keep your right hand moving your left hand trails its way up your abdomen to your chest. Your fingers once again find one of your nipples and you begin to roll it between your fingers. Sucking your lower lip into your mouth you pull at the nipple and the sensation causes your hips to jerk up and your back to arch. There is no holding back at this point and you get completely lost in the amazing feelings overtaking your body. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut as lightning explodes behind your eyes and your ears are filled with your groan as you let go. Your whole body tenses up in release and that moment seems to last forever. 

You gasp slightly as you're slowly brought back to reality, your whole body going limp as you relax into the bed. Slowly opening your eyes you remind yourself how to breathe as your heart pounds in your ears. You lick again at your lips which have gone dry and you can't help but smile. Taking a deep, shuddery breath you relax again, your eyes slipping shut. You'll move in a minute to clean up but all you want to do right now is revel in how wonderful you feel and how much, at this moment, you're happy to be you.



Solo



I can feel that my pussy is getting damp. I slouch down in the recliner that I am in, and I undo the belt on my jeans, open the button and slide the zipper down. I can get some access now to it, smooth and hairless. I am always in the mood for an orgasm it seems. I love to touch my own pussy.

I pop my boobs free from my bra over the top. I have to be able to cover up in case I hear someone coming. I am in the middle of the living room, on the leather recliner and while it is late at night, one can never tell who will wake and decide to come down for something, anything.

My nipples are hard little pebbles, begging for attention. I pull on one nipple gently at first then just a bit harder. I squeeze it while I pull and I am getting progressively rougher with my treatment of it. I like a little pain sometimes it makes my pussy drip. I feel bolts of electricity course through my body with each twist of that nipple, and they shoot through all the way to my pussy. 

The other nipple wants some love and attention, and I begin treating it more roughly than I did the first. I spend some time pulling and twisting on them. I start to tug on both at the same time. Squeeze, twist, pull, tug harder, and repeat the steps over and over until I can smell my own arousal.

I pull my nipple up to my mouth. I suck hard on the nub, until I start to breath hard. I wish there was someone here to suck on my nubs; well I want two people so both can get attention at the same time. That would be lovely. I bring the other to my lips, treating it to equal attention. The moisture from my mouth as I switch from one to the other causes them to feel cool makes them tighten even more and my nipples get impossibly harder still.

I slide my left hand into my jeans. I have my fingers resting on the outside of my panties and I stroke the lips of my pussy through my damp panties. I can feel my arousal seeping into the lace fabric of the boy shorts that I am wearing. I run a finger lightly over each side of my slit, over the lace fabric. I can feel little jolts as my fingers slide over the fabric. My bald pussy is very sensitive. Shaving completely bald heightens my sensations and my arousal. It makes me want to stroke and pet my own pussy knowing that it is silky smooth.

I am taking this slow; I want to come hard, and long tonight. I need this I need the release.

I am wishing there was someone with me to stroke my outer vulva, man or woman. I close my eyes and imagine my fingers belong to someone who only wants to pleasure me. I continue to rub, as I get lost in the fantasy. I have not assigned a gender to the person attached to the hand in my fantasy. I am just imagining that it belongs to someone else, someone who knows his or her way around a woman's vulva.

Now my hand has worked its way inside my panties, stroking the silky smooth skin of my pussy lips. A finger gently parts them, feeling my excitement as it pools and gathers at the opening of my vagina. I lightly graze over my erect clit and I shudder with delight. I am now picturing that there is a tongue gently lapping, just barely touching my clit, the lightest, feathery touch, and I am just barely tickling it with a finger that I have wet in my own juices in an attempt to mimic what a tongue would do.

I can feel that my clit is getting harder, and bigger as I touch it. I am applying a bit more pressure to it as I rub; I mean I pretend that there is a tongue flicking over and around, up and down, side to side over it.

My feet are pulled back with my heels against my butt, legs splayed apart. I picture there is another pussy grinding against mine, rubbing clit to clit; lips to lips, wetness against wetness...or a hard hot throbbing cock spreading my wetness around as it rubs my juices around and rubs against my clit. I lift my ass up as I imagine this, as one would when they want to be fucked.

I am now rubbing my clit with some firm pressure, really enjoying the sensations. I am so far gone there is no stopping now. I have my other hand playing with my nipples, treating them a bit rough.

I put my nipple in my mouth again biting on them slightly, letting my teeth graze over the skin. I have my hips rocking as I grind the imaginary pussy or hump against the imaginary cock...it is either; I switch from one fantasy to another. I slide a finger to the entrance of my vagina and I tease it. At that moment I choose my fantasy to be a hard throbbing cock and I slide a finger into my wanting dripping hole. I begin to fuck my own finger as I realize one is not enough. I need two, no three fingers in my hole. I grind the heel of my hand against my clit as I penetrate myself, reaching in to my g-spot and rubbing against it. I withdraw my fingers from my pussy and greedily stuff them in my mouth. I pretend I taste my female lover from my fantasies. I suck on one finger, pretending it is my male lover's cock that I am sucking on. I guess that tonight I am having a three some in my mind. 

My panties are drenched now. I can feel my wetness dripping down my crack, wetting my ass. I slide a finger in my knot, just the fingertip. I with draw it and tease my knot rubbing it slightly.

I enjoy the sensations, but I need to come now. I concentrate all my efforts on my clit; my pussy makes wet sounds as I rub myself. I feel waves of energy coursing through my body as I get closer, closer to the big finish. I continue to rub myself and I feel my pussy leaking more and more wetness. I know I am getting close now. I am breathing hard and I am almost there. 

I have dropped all pretenses at fantasy now; I am just working on getting myself off now. I feel my thighs shaking and I know that the moment that I have been working for is here, I press down on my clit just a bit harder and I feel all the muscles in my pussy clench hard and release repeatedly. My vagina is clenching looking for something penetrating it that is not there. I am coming, wave after wave courses through me. All my muscles begin to relax. I press down on my clit again and enjoy an aftershock. I do this three more times each time I am rewarded with yet another milder aftershock. I with draw my hand from my panties and bring the recliner to a more upright position, straighten out my legs. I am still floating from the high. 

Hope that everyone is celebrating National Masturbation Month as well as I have been. It is time for me to go to bed.



Solo



This is a simplistic tale and at least in theory it shouldn't offend anyone. It was one of my first efforts and I still like it. The title is the one that I gave it long ago and I've stuck with that but perhaps a better name would have been 'Hank and Dolores', 

When I first started submitting a collection of stories to Literotica, I said that all of my tales contained elements of truth. I'm afraid that claim is no longer true because for a long time I have needed to depend only on my imagination. However, I'm pleased to say is that this story is one of those originals.






My name is Jeff Purvis and I have been married for twelve fantastic years to Julie. We both work and although not what you would call rich, money isn't a problem. We have a pleasant house in a good area, a nice car each and we enjoy at least one fairly exotic holiday every year. The best part, from my point of view, is that Julie is an absolute doll, 5' 6" of delectability. A beautiful face, shoulder length honey coloured hair and long long legs that lead all the way to paradise. And her tits – I could write a whole chapter about her tits, round, full, firm, thrusting and all of this accentuated by a very narrow waist.

You will not be so interested in me but I will tell you all the same. I am 35 years old, (three years older than my wife), 5' 10 inches tall and of slim build. I am pretty fit, mainly because my job as a furniture salesman in a store keeps me on my feet all day with a fair degree of lifting and carrying. I also jog a bit when the mood takes me. Am I good looking? Modesty prevents me claiming to be so – but I cannot be too bad or I else I would not have pulled Julie in the first place.

I haven't mentioned kids because we don't have any. In the early years of the marriage, we were great friends with several other couples who were very like ourselves and there were some great parties with lots of laughs. Then one by one the others started producing offspring. When the first babies arrived, Julie got a bit broody, so we started trying too but without immediate success.

Gradually we noticed how the advent of children was affecting the lives of our friends so blessed. For a start their incomes were significantly reduced, the wives started looking tired and harassed, and their husbands both worried and distracted. So when the doctor said that my wife needed a small op on her tubes before my sperms could do their job, we decided not to bother. From then on it was paradise, no pill, no condoms, no diaphram – hey ho silver.

We liked to fuck. Any time, any place. In front of the TV, in the kitchen, on the stairs once just to say we had done it. We fucked anywhere that the mood took us and we both seemed to be always in the mood. The only thing that spoilt this idyllic situation for me was a reservation about the size of my dick. It was not small by any means, reading penis statistics told me that it was average but in all honesty I cannot even claim to be at all above average in that department. When I mentioned my worry, Julie came out with the old platitude, 'It's not the size that matters it is what you do with it that counts' but she then made it better by adding, "And boy do you know what to do with it."

When you screw as much as we did, no matter how inventive you are, you reach a point when it becomes repetitious even jaded. Well Julie and I had devised a trick to get over this that we called 'Situations' where we pretended to be other than we really were and the excitement generated seemed to carry on for quite a while afterwards. Part of the reason that this was so successful was because we took it so seriously, planning quite a way in advance.

We got hold of props and wore clothes purchased secretly that the other had never seen to make the situations as real as possible. To give an example - for the door-to-door salesman situation. I got hold of a seedy raincoat and trilby hat which I hid in the boot of my car together with a suitcase containing brushes and things. Then I said that I was going out to the pub and Julie went for a long hot soap in the bath. I changed in the car, waited for a while and then rang the bell to be answered by Julie, wrapped in just a towel and dripping wet.

In a variation as a vacuum cleaner salesman, I took our machine as my prop and was let back into the house with Julie wearing a low cut blouse. She leaned forward to examine the attachments giving me a good look at her tits and then, when instructing her on how to operate it, my touching her up quickly led to the inevitable. Sometimes it was my wife who left the house to return in the guise of either a masseuse or personal strippogram.

However for our most successful situation, both Julie and I spent a lot of money to ensure perfection and the reverberations from it are with us still. It was a wife-swap situation. I was meant to have driven off to the other couples house, while she waited at home for the visiting husband to knock on the door. I really did drive away, to a single friends, flat where I had managed to secrete a complete outfit of clothes unlike anything that I usually wore. I had also taken the trouble to get a false moustache from a theatrical shop together with some special gel to hold my hair temporarily in a different style. When I was ready, I drove home slowly to let Julie set the scene and allow my anticipation to mount. 

When she opened the door I could hardly believe my eyes. From somewhere she had bought a Latin American style dress that showed off her breasts to full advantage and with the short skirt cut into strips which revealed what she had on underneath, as they swayed. She was wearing virtually nothing underneath for her panties were little more than a thong. Over the years she had worn some very daring underwear but nothing like these exotic pants which must have come from a sex shop. Her makeup was the finishing touch, totally erotic and looking completely different to how I had ever seen her. If she had walked into a room unannounced, I would not have recognised her. Now you know how I feel about Julie but if she and another woman who looked like that had stood side by side, then Julie would not have got a look-in with me. We fucked right through that Saturday night and right through Sunday, stopping occasionally to grab something to eat and then fucking some more.

Monday morning we crept out of bed to go to work totally exhausted. That evening, we sat holding drinks both of us still too tired to talk much. After one long silence, Julie grinned at me. "We are never going to top that," she said.

"It was fantastic, the best sex that we have ever had," I agreed. "You know, all the time I really did believe that you were another woman – and what a woman."

"Same with me. I have to admit that over the years, I have often fancied going to bed with another man but now I feel just as if I have - well almost."

"How do you mean – almost."

"Well you looked so different and in my mind I could believe that you were another man but your dick was the same. I still enjoyed it, you know that I love your prick but all the same, that was what kept bringing me back to reality."

I was not sure that I was happy with remark and could not think of a suitable response so I said rather lamely, "Well you convinced me. I believed all the time that you really were another woman."

Julie became suddenly pensive so I remained silent rather disturb her train of thought.

"It was too good," she said at last.

"Too good? How can anything be too good?"

"It was perfect and that is the problem. How can you improve on perfection? If we try again, no matter how much effort we put in to it, I doubt if it can ever be quite so good again. We're bound to miss that first time spontaneity for a start. Also, if we do a wife swap situation again and it turns out to be a lot inferior then it will probably spoil the memory of this weekend."

She was talking a lot of sense. "So we have to resign ourselves that the high spot of our sexual lives is over?"

"Unless we do it for real," she said.

It slipped into the conversation as easily as that. Now I have to admit that the thought had crossed my mind as a possibility but not really a serious proposition. "Are you suggesting that we do?" I said.

I think my wife had seen more shock in my face that I really felt because she quickly back-tracked. "I didn't say that. I was only stating the logical way to avoid a downhill path from now on. If you asked me to do it I probably wouldn't agree to."

I din not know whether to pursue the subject or let it drop. My feelings were very ambivalent. On the one hand, I could happily imagine myself putting it around with a load of nubile willing females but on the other, I was distinctly uneasy at the thought of some lecherous bastard screwing Julie. Something about the brightness in my wife's eyes told me that this was a dangerous subject, so I said no more.

The enhanced sexuality of our pretend swap weekend carried over for nearly a fortnight before it began to pall. I took to hanging round dirty book shops after work. This was not so much to get aroused as in search of inspiration for a new situation. We definitely needed a spark but any situation that we did now was likely to be a disappointing anti-climax. Then I saw the contact magazine and on finding it was a wife-swap special edition, I bought it without having made a conscious decision to do so.

At home I left the magazine folded inside the evening newspaper on the hall table while I hung up my coat. Before I could retrieve it, Julie came up to greet me, picked up the newspaper and the magazine fell out. At the sight of the title an expression of surprise came briefly over her face but then she gave me a long level look. "Are you thinking of us doing it after all?" she asked.

Now it was my turn to be cautious. "I just bought it on the spur of the moment. Actually, I thought that for a future wife swap situation it might make it better to pretend that we were real people."

Her "Oh" sounded non-committal but it might have contained just a hint of disappointment. However, I had dawdled too long in the porn shop and my evening meal was ready so it was not until afterwards that we sat together on the settee looking through the magazine. To be frank, the bulk of the couples pictured were not particularly attractive with many being fat, or old, or both. Also the pictures ranged from the tastefully photographed to the downright crude – with the more unattractive the couple the lewder the pose. 

Julie summed up my own feelings. "I would not like to get anywhere near most of these," she said but then added,"One thing, whether they look gross or not they all look very happy doing it."

"So?"

"Well the propaganda says that people who get into this scene are all twisted and basically unhappy but if all these pictures are realistic than that is not the case at all."

I was not quite sure what exact point Julie was making so I tried to turn it into a joke. "That makes sense. We're not twisted or unhappy and we are considering it."

"Are we?" she said.

"No, we are just looking for people that we would like to do it with if we were."

"If that is all we are doing then let's get on with it," she grinned.

So we worked through the pages, each of us pointing out couples where both the male and female were presentable. There were some women I really fancied but as the man was an obvious no-no I did not bother bringing the pair to Julie's attention and I think she selected on the same basis. Right through to the end, we did not agree on a single pair. I would point out one and she would say, "I don't fancy mine." She would make a selection and I say "Pretty face but no tits.", I pick a sexy looking woman to which Julie responds, "Is that her husband or her father?"

The exercise over, Julie got up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. As soon as she had gone, I flicked back to couple number 69 and gazed at the woman portrayed in the centre of the page. She was a dream. Long very blonde hair framed a sublimely beautiful face that had both the freshness of youth and a knowing maturity. The eyes grabbed me, brown, deep and holding so much promise. She was wearing a one piece black bathing suit that accentuated the perfection of a body which in contrast made Julie look almost like a boy. I secretly vowed that before the magazine was thrown away, I would cut out this picture and hide it somewhere. This woman was so desirable that I got stiff just looking at the picture and that has not happened to me since I was a schoolboy.

So why had I not drawn my wife's attention to this couple. Because I did not like the look of the man – he was of a type that I have a particular aversion to and I could not see him appealing to Julie either. He had a very broad chest but was stocky and his bulk probably made him seem shorter than he really was. He looked like a navvy, with a hard, weather beaten face – and he looked about 45 years old. The picture of him was full length and showed him wearing scruffy looking blue jeans and a check open necked shirt.

When Julie returned with the coffee, I hastily shut the magazine and dropped it by my side. "I've been thinking," she said handing me a mug. "It was a mistake looking together because we have both been looking for a couple that would suit us both and there does not seem to be one. I suggest that we look through separately. You pick three women that you really fancy, ignoring their partners and I will do the same with the men. Then, if we do another swap situation, we will both know what we should try to be like."

I looked through first while she read the newspaper. I made 69 my first choice then selected another two. During my turn with the newspaper, Julie made her list and then we compared.

We laid our lists side by side to see that they were different, except that both were headed by couple number 69. Now we turned and looked at each other and, without a word being said, both of us knew that we were really going to do it. Next moment we were fucking like crazy on the floor in front of the settee.

Some time later when we were again sitting decorously side by side on the settee with the picture of couple 69 in front of us, I asked, "If you fancy him, why didn't you point them out because she is certainly a bit of all right?"

"That is the reason, "Julie confessed. "I think she is better looking than me. I didn't want to be outclassed and it made me jealous thinking of you with her. Anyway, you are as bad. Why didn't you point her out?"

"Same reason. I didn't like the thought of you with him – and I honestly did not think he was your type. You have got to admit that he does look a bit rough – and older."

"Women like a bit of rough you know."

"Rich women being screwed by lorry drivers, I know that but I always thought that you liked your men a bit civilised. He looks positively primordial."

"That is his appeal. I think he has a kind of animal magnetism."

My wife's statement triggered another moment of unease but by now I was so preoccupied with thoughts of getting it up this fantasy woman that I discounted my jealousy. For the first time we read the details under the pictures and this was a big plus. I personally did not like the idea of going with a hard bitten experienced couple who would take our swapping cherry, so to speak and then spit us out. The words read, 'Hank and Dolores, new to scene, looking for pleasant introduction'. It was ideal – they sounded very much like us and would make an ideal couple for our first experience.

On having a sudden idea I jumped up and fetched out big magnifying glass, then held it over the pictures. Julie wanted to know what I had spotted. "Nothing," I replied. "I thought that I could see her nipples through the swimsuit, the print quality is not good so I was checking to see if I could."

"You are sick, do you know that?" she said with pretended contempt but then grabbed the glass and started peering at the pictures herself.

"They are her nipples, but you have got to look against the light to see it," I directed. 

"I am not looking at her stupid. Hank has got a rather intriguing bulge in his jeans. It's making my mouth water just looking at it."

I grabbed the glass and checked the so-called bulge. "You are fooling yourself. That is just a crease in his jeans anything else would be ridiculous."

"If you say so," Julie conceded but sat back with a very satisfied gleam in her eye.

The fact that my wife was taking so much pleasure contemplating another man's dick both annoyed and exited me. Very quickly we were at it again, both there and in bed but somewhere in between; we composed a short letter on my PC. It said simply: 'Julie and Alan, also beginners and very willing to learn with you.' We included a photograph of ourselves together at a dance, with Julie in a Latin American dress not unlike the one she used for that pinnacle role-play.

I made a special trip into town to catch the Sunday post with our letter and this diligence was rewarded with a reply landing on the mat on Wednesday morning. It said that out of a rather large response, they had selected us, not for our similar inexperience but because our letter and photograph had been restrained. It seemed that most of the others had included pornographic snaps of the prospective couples and letters phrased in the crudest terms. Hank and Dolores lived about 100 miles away and said that due to house renovation, they would be unable to host a meeting for a month or two. Also included were several different snaps of Hank but only the original of the picture of Dolores printed in the magazine – but this one not cropped at the knees. They key item was the inclusion of an E-mail address.

I was quickly on my PC sending a message saying that we were happy to accommodate and asking when they would like to meet us. The reply gave some background information on them as a couple and said that any Saturday that we were free would suit them. I of course, not bothering to conceal our eagerness said that the coming Saturday would suit us fine. All of the replies were sent in Hanks name and this one confirmed the date but also included a special message from Dolores to Julie. This read: 'You have a rather lovely body and that is one of the reasons that I want to meet you. I hope that you and I can become special friends'.

Julie insisted that I leave the room while she sent a reply to Dolores. I was happy to comply, knowing that I could read what she had said from the archive – but when I checked later, I found that my wife had been clever enough to delete it. 

All week, inspired by this new adventure in our lives. Julie and I had been at it like knives but in bed on the Friday, by unspoken agreement, we just went to sleep with both of us saving ourselves for the morrow. During Saturday, Julie was busy preparing an easily served but appetising meal but I was left rather at a loose end. I spent too much time referring to the picture of Dolores, had a permanent hard on and positively ached for the arrival of my dream woman. I also took a closer look at the picture of Hank. He was swarthy or at least the kind of man who needs to shave more than once a day. There was a look of confidence about him, (or was it arrogance), and quite honestly, had I not been already so besotted by his wife then I would not have let him within a mile of Julie.

The bell rang within five minutes of the agreed time. We rushed to the door together to find Hank standing there and we both scanned round for the approaching figure of Dolores, I more anxiously than my wife. "I am afraid that Dolores can't come," Hank said apologetically. "I've only come to tell you that the evening is off. "





Solo



We stood back to let him enter the house and there he explained more fully. "She's ill – nothing serious because she has suffered like this before."

"You mean that you have driven a hundred miles just to tell us. Why didn't you phone or send an Email?" my wife wanted to know.

"That would have been too easy – too much like a cop-out," he explained. "You would be bound to assume that were had lost interest or probably got a better offer. Putting myself out a bit like this was the only way to prove that this is genuine."

"Delores might still have got cold feet and put you on the spot," I found myself saying, rather ungraciously.

"But she didn't. After seeing your photo, she was desperately keen to meet you in the flesh. Both of you," he added looking significantly at Julie.

This visibly pleased her. "I bet you could do with a drink after that long drive. Which do you prefer, tea or coffee?"

"I wouldn't say no," he told her gratefully. "Coffee please, black, three sugars."

While Julie disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, I led him to the lounge and seated him on the settee before taking an armchair facing him. In person he looked less menacing than on the photographs. He was about a couple of inches shorter than me but must have outweighed me by a considerable amount. This was muscle rather fat as evidenced by his chest and also his rather thick thighs where the material of his pants was drawn tight. His hair was very black, short and curly, in fact rather Italian and his face looked pleasantly friendly when he smiled.

"You have got a nice place," he remarked looking round.

"We like it. What is your house like?"

"It will be fine when it's finished. At the moment we have got builders in. They have been working for a month and there is another two to go. I am pleased to get away for a night."

There was a bit more polite inconsequential conversation and the Julie arrived carrying a tray containing three mugs. She gave Hank and me ours then taking her own mug in her hand she said, "I'll give Dolores a ring to let her know you have arrived safely and say how sorry we are that she is unwell."

"There is no point – Dolores isn't at home," Hank said quickly. "Look, I had better explain properly. From time to time her period comes on unexpectedly and it gives her a lot of pain. So whenever it happens, she goes round to her mother's to be looked after properly."

OK – so the bloke deserved refreshment before starting his return journey but I wanted him gone. Suddenly I could understand those ancient kings who executed messengers who brought bad news. I could taste the bitterness of disappointment in my mouth and the man's continued presence in my house only served to increase my irritation. Apart from anything else, I had been nursing a persistent stiffiy all day and was anxious to be alone so that Julie could do something about it. My wife was sitting at the opposite end of the settee to Hank and they were chatting about something but, preoccupied by rage, the words failed to penetrate my brain. So, in an attempt to bring this meeting to a close, I flamboyantly emptied my mug in one gulp and placed my mug meaningfully on the floor. It had no effect because both Hank and Julie seemed unaware of me.

Hank had leaned back looking settled and perfectly at ease, while Julie sat forward her face alight as she chatted animatedly. I saw the way that he was looking at her and my guts knotted in anger. I have looked at women in that way myself so I knew what he was thinking and what he wanted to do. 'Not tonight buddy' I thought, not if I was to be denied my side of the bargain. For the first time I was pleased that Dolores had given back-word because now, I did not want Julie to be screwed by this man under any circumstances.

Then, to my amazement, Julie jumped to her feet. "Whatever am I thinking about," she cried. "There is a perfectly good meal all ready to be eaten and it is a shame to waste it. As you do not have to dash back, will you share it with us?"

My choked attempt at protest could not drown out Hank saying,"I would love to."

Julie turned to me and with a happy smile said, "Be a love Alan and get the table ready while I start to serve."

I followed her towards the kitchen and when out of earshot of our guest I hissed, "Why?"

"Because it is the decent thing to do," she whispered back. "The poor man is driving 200 miles to let us know nicely – do you want me to send him all that way back hungry? Anyway, he seems a nice pleasant guy. What is your objection?"

"I just don't like him, that's all."

"You are biased because your dream woman failed to turn up. You'll get your chance next week if you don't put him off now. Don't spoil it," and with that put down, she flounced away into the kitchen.

I returned to find that Hank was standing. "Is this OK with you?"

"Yes," I said shortly.

He was not reassured. "If you're not happy about it then we can scrap the whole thing."

"No – it's fine," I said – but only because I feared my wife's reaction had I sent him away."

Hank put his arm round my shoulder and said confidentially, "I'm glad for Dolores sake because she was really cut up that our big night fell through. She made me promise to re-schedule for next week if it was possible. Let me tell you – she has got the real hot's for you."

"Has she?" I asked more than a little pleased at this news."

"She's over the top. To tell you a secret, I almost pulled the whole thing myself when I saw how she reacted to your picture. I don't mind a bit of swapping if it will keep her happy but I don't want to risk losing her to anybody."

I started on the task that my wife had allotted me feeling more than a little mollified. I had been mentally building Hank into some kind of satyr and yet the poor chap was as jealous about his wife as I was about mine. My own opinion of myself had also risen considerably. If a peach like Dolores was crazy about me then I must have something special. Roll on next weekend. It was going to be heaven.

Julie had excelled herself because the food was delicious and this affected the conversation which became relaxed and pleasant. I say conversation but it was mainly a dialogue between Julie and our guest. I only spoke to ask a question about Dolores and although Hank answered me he only gave the bare fact that I had requested without elaboration. "How old is she?" I asked. "I say that she cannot be much older than twenty-two but Julie believes that she is much nearer to thirty. Taking an average, I am guessing twenty-six."

"You have got it spot on. That is what she is, twenty-six," he said before turning back to my wife with another of his merry quips.

I did not think he was particularly funny but Julie seemed to find his anecdotes amusing enough. I must mention that the room was L-shaped with the dining area in the upstroke with the rest devoted to sitting comfortably. Now the food was finished Julie got up and walked to where she had preciously sat on the settee, we two men followed and resumed our former positions. Actually, I was about to sit when Julie smiled sweetly at me and said, "Perhaps you would like to do the drinks."

"Of course," I said, knowing that I had neglected my usual duty. "I'll put the percolator on for some coffee."

"I think I'd like something stronger. What would you like Hank?" my wife asked and it was not until that moment that I realised that she intended we should still put him up overnight.

"Hasn't Hank got to dash off home?" 

"Not really, he is only going back to an empty house. Anyway, I'm enjoying this evening too much to stop now," she told me firmly and then turning back to Hank she said, "Alan has some rather special whisky. It's got a nice smoky taste, would you like to give it a try." 

"No – beer is fine for me. Anything you've got."

That was a relief because I rationed that delightful nectar even to myself, only allowing myself to savour a small glass about once a month. It was certainly too good to waste on a heathen like Hank. At the drinks cabinet, I extracted a bottle of beer and held it up. "Do you want a glass?" I asked churlishly and when he declined, I tossed it too him deliberately making it awkward to catch but he grasped it easily. I did Julie her usual glass of white wine and made myself a whisky and ginger but using a bottle of cheaper spirit. When I returned carrying the glasses, I noticed that she had moved nearer to Hank along the settee.

I sat silently watching for a while. Hank was sprawled back with his legs spayed and with the material of his cream coloured pants pulled so tight that the shape down the inside of his thigh was clearly outlined. It was not a crease and I could hardly believe it. I have mentioned that he seemed to be all torso with his thick legs looking short by comparison but the damn thing stretched almost to his knee. Julie was touching his knee, lightly making small circles with her finger, almost but not quite touching the end of his outlined penis.

In addition, although my wife invariably held her glass, now she had placed it on the floor by her feet so every time that she frequently bent to take a sip, Hank got a free show straight down the front of her dress. The man must have felt the heat of my hostile scrutiny for he looked over at me, his eyes full of arrogant confidence. I jumped up, stalked over to the dining table saying, "These dishes won't clear themselves away." This was only a one person job but I was damned if I was going to leave those two alone together so I called out to Julie, "Come and give me a hand with these."

Gathering half of the plates and dirty cutlery, I went into the kitchen, put them down and then waited for Julie. She entered with a quizzical look on her face. "What is going on?" I demanded. "You are all over him like a rash."

"I'm only making conversation."

"It is more than that. You are deliberately coming on to him."

"I'm being friendly if that's what you mean."

"You may think it is being friendly – he thinks that he is going to fuck you tonight."

"He can if he wants to," Julie said looking me straight in the eye.

"No, he is not," I contradicted. ""He can bloody well bugger off right now."

Julie faced me defiantly and I had never before seen such a look in her eyes. "I am going to get laid tonight and not by you," she told me quietly. "You can join in or watch, I don't much care which you do - and if you don't want to do either then you can fuck off to the pub until we have finished." 

"What the hell has got into you?" I gasped, shock making me chose my words badly.

"Nothing yet - but something sure as hell is going to get into me."

"Julie, why are you doing this?" I pleaded.

"It is what we agreed. If Dolores had turned up then we would not be having this conversation. You would be slavering after her like a rutting stag."

"That is just the point. She hasn't turned up and that changes everything."

"It does not change a damn thing. You are being totally bloody selfish. Just because you have had a temporary disappointment, I don't see why I should suffer too. If it had been Dolores who had arrived alone but still willing to play, I am sure that you would not have sent her back unopened. Be fair Alan, please."

Despite myself, I could see that she had a valid point but I still made a last plea, "Please wait until next week so that we can do it together like we planned."

She shook her head. "Hank has got something pretty wonderful in his pants. I want to see what it is and exactly what it can do. You have no choice but to wait until next week, I don't think that I can."

I think that I was still trying to mutter a protest but Julie stepped forward and kissed me softly on the lips. "Please, don't spoil it for me," she said.

I remained in the kitchen alone for a couple of minutes after she had gone, fighting the gnawing jealousy in the pit of my stomach. I bitterly regretted ever bring that damn magazine home. Part of me wanted to take my wife's suggestion to leave the house until it was all over but I feared the pain of imagination might be worse than witnessing what was to occur. With a heavy heart I went back into the lounge.

I paused and looked before sitting back in my chair. Julie was blatantly running her hand slowly up and down the inside of his thigh and whenever her fingers reached his groin, she gave his balls a gentle squeeze. Somehow she sensed me standing behind her and without stopping what she was doing, she lifted her glass from the floor with her other hand and handed it behind to me. "Be an angel and put me some more in that," she said.

Like an automaton I went over to the cabinet and poured her drink having enough presence of mind to do myself an almost overflowing glass of whisky with a little ginger. I did not offer Hank another beer. Walking back to the scene at the settee I found that it had changed, Hank was now standing while my wife had taken up a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. I think that Julie had been waiting because as I watched she reached up to pull down his zip. I felt rather foolish standing there like a spare part with a glass in either hand, so I backed away until I felt the back of the chair against my legs then sat down. Maybe by agreement, the pair of them deliberately set out to ensure that I had I perfect view. He had taken a pace sideways, thus swivelling them both relative to me, so that no part of the subsequent action would be obscured from my sight by her head.

Julie put her hand inside the open fly but Hank knew that she was going to have trouble and started unbuckling his belt. He muttered something and she started pulling is trousers down. They had to come down a fair way before his very stiff penis was able to spring free but as it did, I felt the breath catch in my throat because it was nearly twice as long as mine and looked to be possibly twice as thick. It would have looked more in place on a donkey than a man. Julie must have gained a good previous impression of it by feeling through his trousers but for a moment, she too just gazed at in awe. 

Then her hand came up and she grasped round the shaft but her fingers were nowhere near to encircling the circumference of that mighty weapon. The glans was already coated with pre-cum and more could be seen oozing from the slit. Julie started to lick at this with darting forays by her small wet pink tongue and from time to time a viscous strand strung honeylike, from the head of his prick to the tip of her tongue. Opening her mouth very wide, she took the whole of the head inside but could not continue and let it slip out again. Several times this was repeated with her mouth stretching ever wider until she felt comfortable to continue. I was very aware of the ecstatic look on her face and the effort that she was putting into it. There was a pause, then she pushed forward quickly and I knew that she was trying to swallow his whole length. She could get me into her throat easily but he was just too big. She retched and tried again but after another three attempts admitted defeat and removing his penis from her mouth, took a quick rest.

From then she settled for his top five inches or so, working on him with mouth and tongue and I knew exactly how well she could do this. He was already very aroused at the start so it did not take long. I could tell from his face that he was going to cum. She knew too because I saw her tense and ready herself. I think that I stopped breathing, my eyes riveted on her throat as she swallowed rapidly, over and over again. When it was over, she licked the head clean, squeezing two more gobs out of his dick with her hand in the process, then sat back on her heels breathing deeply. After a moment she stood unsteadily and turned to face me, her hand held out for her glass. There was cum all round her mouth, one strand hanging from her chin and through her parted lips, I could see that her mouth was still full of the stuff as well. She seemed on a high as if dosed up with some drug.

For one dreadful moment, as I handed her the glass I thought that she was going to kiss me but Hanks arms came round from behind and grasped a breast in each hand as he pulled her against him. I stood only a pace away as he slowly undressed her and when she was naked, his hands ranged freely over her body as if she belonged to him – and all the time that this was happening, Julie insolently sipped her drink and gazed steadily, tauntingly into my eyes. Then, she squirmed round in his arms and it was he that she kissed. I do not know if he could taste his own semen on her tongue, all I know is that my mind was consumed by anger, jealousy and a burning lust.

Very easily Hank scooped her up and laid her on her back upon the settee. He dropped, to one knee and my wife opened her legs to their fullest extent, knowing what was to come. I had backed away and sat down. Due to his head, I could no longer see what was happening but I knew that his mouth was on her cunt. I was trying to disengage my mind when Julie beckoned but when I walked forwards I found she only wanted another drink. "Fill me up lover," she ordered. "This is turning out to be thirsty work." The way that she spoke made the words sound obscene but I still took her glass and did as requested. I found that my own prick was so stiff that it was difficult to walk but even with this handicap, I filled her glass and returned in record time. No matter how distasteful I found the proceedings, it seemed that I was anxious not to miss one second in my role as voyeur.

As I stood waiting to hand her the refreshed glass, Julie did give me the chance to become a participant. First she glanced significantly at the stiff protuberance in my pants than gave me an unmistakably invitational look but I shook my head. Desperate though I was for relief, I could never expose my penis in the presence of this man for beside him I looked little more than a small boy. Looking down I could I could see his mouth working and the bloody man's tongue seemed as long as his fucking prick. Simulated I think for my benefit, Julie started to squirm and pant or at least it began like that but pretty soon he had hit the spot and I could tell from her face that it was real enough. "Yes, OH YES, There, there," she screamed and next moment wave after wave of tremors coursed through her body.

Hank gave her two more mammoth orgasms before moving his head away with the air of a man who knows it was a job well done. Julie jumped lightly to her feet, took her glass from me with one hand and with the other grasped his again very erect prick. "Come on big man," she told him. "Down here was fine for the hors douvres, let's go somewhere more comfortable for the main course." She led her lover upstairs and I had no option but to follow. I was very afraid that she was doing to take him to our bedroom so it was with a measure of relief when she turned towards the guestroom. In light of what had already occurred and what was about to happen, it is amazing that I should feel so much resentment at the proprietorial way that his hand caressed her buttocks as they walked. 

Julie ran forward and jumped on the bed, he sat on the edge and I took station by the wall opposite to the end of the bed in a position that I thought would give the best view point. I expected them to get straight on with the show but for a time they just rolled about lewdly fondling each other. He had his tongue inside her again and his fingers as well while the slut I had married seemed to worship that grotesque oversized organ as if it were some kind of totem pole. 

The time came when he prepared to mount her. Julie looked at me and winked but she was no longer taunting. Rather there was an element of bravado in the act and I realised that she was more than a little afraid. Fortunately, Hank had too much sense and experience to rush.




Solo



By sliding down the wall, I could see directly between his legs, below his swinging bulbous balls to her tender cunt awaiting the onslaught. He penetrated her slowly, pausing after each inch or so to allow her to become accustomed to his size. I could plainly see how the lips of her vagina had been painfully stretched into a capital O to accommodate him.

Julie started to moan and I told myself that was more from pleasure than pain but when she gasped, "I feel so full.", I knew that if pain there was it was pain she welcomed. I could tell that he still had a couple of inches to go and when he gave her those, she cried out in delight and wonder, "It's all in. I can feel every inch. Oh God, I never knew anything could feel so wonderful." Now maybe my susceptibilities had become deadened by all that I had been forced to observe but in that moment I felt churlish at having wished to deny her this experience.

They fucked on the bed at a slow leisurely pace for half an hour or more and I was transfixed watching the interplay of their bodies as they moved in unison. During this time Julie came several times, shouting crude words of encouragement in her passion. Although it was over eight years since I had last touched a cigarette, I wanted one badly then, the craving hitting me as if I had only given up the day before. I constantly marvelled at my wife's internal structure because in seemed inconceivable that she could accommodate such volume inside her. 

Gradually he speeded up until he was ramming into her like a piston, the muscles in his thick thighs knotting like tree trunks as they powered each thrust. Sweat poured down my face for the action was so intense that even as a spectator, I felt included in it. It was pure, natural, and primeval. Julie was screaming like a banshee. My wife is not a scratcher. In twelve years of marriage she only marked my back twice, once near the beginning and again during that last role play situation. Now I could see several rivulets of blood amongst the beads of sweat on his back and still her nails dug into him.

With a bellow like a bull he started to cum but beneath the roar I could still hear Julie's voice imploring "Fill me. Fill me with your spunk." Hank must have tried to comply because he seemed to go on pumping the stuff into her for ages. Eventually he rolled off and lay on his back breathing heavily. She just lay as he had left her looking for all the world like a broken doll. Her cunt gaped open where he had been, a tunnel going deep into her body, and inside I could see a silvery white sea of semen flowing slowly towards the entrance. Worryingly, there were also pinkish streaks that I feared might be blood.

Unable to stay away any longer, I walked forward and took hold of her hand. Julie was lying as if asleep but at my touch she looked at me her eyes full of love. Something had been niggling at me and I knew there would not be a better moment to test my hunch. "Are you married Hank?" I asked casually.

""No," he answered without thinking but quickly corrected himself, "What am I saying - of course I am married."

"We have just notched up out twelfth anniversary, how many years have you and Dolores been hitched?"

"Same as you mate," he replied turning his head to look at me. On seeing me holding my wife's hand and stroking her forehead, a momentary look of resentment crossed his face but then he grinned and said, "So you want a turn yourself now that I have shown you the way. Fair enough. I'll grab a beer and leave you in peace for a while – I don't think of it as a spectator sport." So saying, he rolled off the bed and padded naked out of the room.

I looked tenderly down at my wife. "Are you all right?" I asked. 

"I hurt," she said. "I hurt all over but especially there."

"Has he damaged you?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. I am just very tender. I hurt like hell but it was worth it."

"You enjoyed it?" I think I hoped that she would say 'No'.

"It was marvellous, wonderful but I don't think I could do it again ever. It was a once in a lifetimes experience."

"I'm glad," I said.

"Do you want to? You deserve it."

"I couldn't even if I wanted to, I came in my pants watching you," I confessed. When it happened I had felt very ashamed of myself but now I did not much care.

"I would have let you but I'm not sorry that I don't have to. I feel so tender down there, I doubt if I could stand even a finger touching me." 

We remained like that for a long time with me perched on the end of the bed just holding her hand while she lay unmoving, quietly leaking onto the bedspread. In a strange way I felt closer to her than I ever had before. After a while, Julie asked, "What if he comes back expecting seconds, I don't think that I can."

"He'll understand, he's a reasonable enough bloke," I said confidently. "He packs such a punch between his legs that he must be used to women not wanting to go another round with him."

So we stayed in a weird kind of limbo for well over an hour, until the door burst open and Hank staggered in clutching my bottle of best whisky. It was almost empty. His bloodshot eyes were the eyes of a madman. "You selfish bastard. Why didn't you call me," he cursed. "Wanted it all for yourself, is that it?. Well I am back now to finish what I started so stand aside and let a real man get onto the job."

"No Hank. She's had enough," I said in my most reasonable voice.

Hank turned to look at me and his whole posture was menacing. "I say when she's had enough," he snarled. Then over his shoulder, he instructed Julie,"Get those legs open nice and wide. I only softened you up before – prepare yourself for the best fuck of your life." As he spoke, Hank turned and started to clamber onto the bed.

I rushed forward and grabbed his arm to restrain him. "Honestly, Hank I mean it. She just can't take any more."

He swatted me away like a fly. I hurtled backwards and when I crashed into the wall, totally winded I began to fall. But he moved after me like a cat and grasped the front of my shirt before I hit the floor. Hauling me upright, he pulled back his fist, a look of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

"Come and get it Hank. Is this what you want," Julie called desperately. "It's waiting for you. Come and fill me like you filled me before. I want you. I want to be fucked."

In a moment of slow motion both Hank and I looked towards the bed. Julie was lying on her back; legs splayed and holding open the lips of her cunt with her fingers. For a second, Hank fought with the desire to hurt me but then he let me drop and stumbled towards the bed. I tried to get back to my feet but then sank back. If I tried to interfere again, the man could easily kill me and even my death would not save Julie from her fate. She had edged towards the top of the bed and now with hopeless eyes, I watched him scrambling towards her. Suddenly he went flat with his face in her exposed crotch. I assumed that he had decided to go down on her first but he didn't make any further movement. Julie shot me a startled but thankful look and started easing away from him. Investigation showed that he had passed out from the effect of consuming almost a full bottle of my best whisky.

I helped Julie to walk to our bedroom and got her settled in bed. Then I fetched Hanks discarded clothes and dropped them near his recumbent body. In a gesture of undeserved kindness, I threw a spare blanket over him, before going back downstairs. I made two cups of tea and carried them upstairs to our bedroom and as a final touch wedged a chair under the door handle. I did not think that our now unwelcome guest would wake before morning but it was better to be safe than sorry.

We both fell asleep immediately and slept late the following morning. I went down stairs and prepared breakfast in bed for my wife without seeing any sign of Hank. I sat and watched her eat and when she had finished she looked at me and said with meaning,"Thank you."

"You deserve breakfast in bed after what you went through," I said lightly.

"I don't mean the breakfast. Thank you for letting me do it with him,"

"As I remember, you seemed pretty set on the idea."

Julie nodded. "I was very selfish," she said. "I accused you of being selfish but it was me all the time. When he turned up alone, I had the feeling that there would never be a next week.

Then when I saw what he had got in his pants, I could not take the risk of missing it. For years I have fantasised about being fucked by a really big cock, probably all women do, so I had to grab it while I had the chance."

I just nodded wisely, not wishing to speak just yet.

"I am going to be even more selfish," she continued. "If I am wrong and they want to see us next weekend, I want you to give up your chance with Dolores because I don't think that I can take him again."

Now I smiled. "I don't think that Dolores exists. I suspect that Hank just uses that picture to get himself into situations like this – there are too many things that just do not add up."

"What things?"

"The main one being that Hank said that Dolores was 26 and yet he claims that they have been married for twelve years – also for a moment he denied being married at all. All our dealings have been with Hank except Emails purporting to be from her. I bet if you said you wanted to ring her when she gets home then it will turn out that she cannot use a telephone or something."

Julie suddenly looked past me and held a finger to her lips. I turned to see Hank walking hesitantly into the room. "I think that I owe you a very big apology," he said before we could speak. "I think that I drank your whisky and then made rather a fool of myself. I only ever drink beer and I couldn't handle it."

"There were some rather fraught moments," I agreed, rather understating the case.

"It was the whisky. I was reaching for a beer when I spotted the whisky. You made it sound so nice that I thought I would try just a sip. It was nice – like nectar, so I had some more. You had given me such a free rein that I was only fair to leave you alone for a while so I kept on drinking more and more until everything became fuzzy. I am just glad that I didn't hurt anybody. Or did I – just can't remember. "

I poured him a black coffee and pushed the sugar basin in his direction. "There was no real harm done," I told him.

"When will Dolores be getting home, I would like to have a nice long chat with her on the telephone." Julie asked.

"It will have to be E-mail. She has this grommet thing in her ear that garbles the telephone for her. The funny thing is that she is fine for ordinary conversation."

"Come off it," I laughed. "Dolores does not exist. Does she?"

"Of course she ex...." he started to say but then he smiled too. "How did you twig?" he asked.

"Her age and the length of time you claim to have been married were the main points but other things started not to seem quite right."

"It's a fair cop but you are the first pair that have caught me out."

"You have done this before then?"

"About a dozen times so far over the last five years"

"Why?"

Hank paused and weighed us both up and then asked me," What do you think of my penis?"

"It's big. Bloody big."

"Would you like one like it?"

"You bet."

"Then you are a fool because the bloody thing is a handicap. Maybe if it was a couple of inches shorter and somewhat less thick it might be a blessing but I know that my damn thing is a fucking curse. I bet you get far more sex than I do. Single girls don't want to know when they see it. Married women are a bit better, particularly if their husbands are pretty average in that department, but once is usually enough even for them. Whores give me a hard time, half won't touch it and those that do charge me double."

I shook my head in wonder, suddenly seeing the whole thing from his perspective. "So who exactly is Dolores?" I asked.

"God knows. I invented the name. A bloke a shared a flat with left the photo behind amongst a pile of rubbish when he left. I spotted it, realised how I could use it and had it copied."

"Why did you pick us?" Julie wanted to know.

"Partly because I fancied you but mainly because you were beginners. The experienced swappers are too wide to go for half the deal." As he spoke, Hank stood and started heading towards the door. We pressed him to have something to eat but he insisted that he had imposed on our hospitality too much already. At the door he took Julie's hand but did not try to kiss her. "I will remember you," he said. "You were the best so far by a long way. Alan is a very lucky man."

"I enjoyed it," she told him simply.

He turned to me and held out his hand. "No hard feelings?" he asked.

I shook hands willingly." Not now," I said.

With arms around each other, Julie and I watched him walk to his car and drive away. "He really screwed us good," I said.

Julie laughed and said, "Yes - you as well I suppose."



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This was told to me by a close friend of my 20 year old Step Daughter. I have no reason to believe that it is not accurate.

Lisa parked her Scion on the quiet street in front of the single-family house. The street was dead, especially this late at night. The only sound came from a passing train a few miles away. As she gathered her things she looked around the neighborhood, it was almost midnight and it appeared that she was the only soul awake. All of the windows in the surrounding houses were dark, only a few porch lights which from experience told her burned all night were on. The only exception was the house she shared with her Mom and step father. In their house the porch light shone brightly and a light illuminated the window on the inside of the house. It was pretty much guaranteed that no one was up, rather the light was left-on as a courtesy to her and she suspected as a clue to her step father as to when she returned home since the house rule was that the last one home turned it off. When she was mad at him she would sometimes "forget" to turn the light off just to make him think she had stayed out all night, but it had been a long time since she had done that. Generally the two got along nicely though she pretended not to notice his occasional leering glances at her generous DD tits. She'd never admit it to her Mom but she enjoyed walking around the house in her pajamas which typically consisted of a pair of silk leopard-print boxers and a Lakers jersey a forgotten old boyfriend had given her several years ago. To really make him crazy she had also been known to "forget" various bras and panties in the laundry room or other places around the house where she knew he would see them; she enjoyed playing off of the sexual tension that seemed to permeate the room between the two of them.

On this night however Lisa had other things on her mind; she was horny. There were no two ways around it. Two years ago when she'd started dating him, taking a vow to stay celebrant with her boyfriend so they could one day get married in their families Church seemed like a good idea but she had to admit that she missed the physical intimacy that she'd enjoyed with her previous boyfriends. Especially on those nights when she could over-hear her Mom and stepfather having sex in their room down the hall. In fact they had been the reason why she chose the bedroom on the opposite end of the hallway, separated by two other bedrooms and a bathroom but occasionally she could still the un-mistakable sounds of two people having sex.

Lisa un-locked the door and walked into the house. As she suspected her Mom and stepfather had long-since gone to bed, she tossed her purse onto an empty chair and flicked the light off as she walked into the rear of the house towards her bedroom.

A few minutes later she pulled her leopard-print, silk boxers over her bare ass and dropped the old jersey over her naked tits, her nipples were already hard and the feel of the rough material sliding across the sensitive nubs was enough to send shivers down her spine. Yep, tonight was going to be one of "those" nights.

Lisa flicked the light off in the bathroom and walked down the hall towards her room, pausing for a moment to listen for any sounds coming from the master bedroom, however on this night all was quiet, all she could hear was some light snoring.

Once in her room she closed the door tightly, turned a dim light on and made her way over to an over-flowing dresser. Clothes lay scattered all over the floor and covered some of the furniture; this was her space, the only place in the house which was truly "hers". The bathroom she shared with any visiting guests, the car had been a present form her Mother and had come with strict restrictions on its use and cleanliness. The rest of the house belonged to her Mom and stepfather but here, this was her world and she could keep it anyway she wanted, which most of the time was a mess, and she loved it.

Lisa went instinctively to the third drawer on the over-flowing dresser. She rooted around in a mess of un-folded T-shirts, Polo shirts and a couple of Bra's. Eventually she found the object of her desire: A large glass Dildo.

She didn't use it often but on nights like these it was a welcome friend. She took a hand-wipe from a table and wiped it down; it was a ridiculous sixteen inches long and probably four inches wide at its widest point. It had been given to her by one of her girlfriends as a gag gift when she broke-up with her first boyfriend a couple of years back. For months she'd chuckled every time she saw it and debated leaving it in different places around the house just to see the look on her stepfather's face when he saw it but then one night, desperate to feel surge of an orgasm coursing through her veins she decided to give it a try and since then it had become one of her most prized (and secret) possessions.

She flopped roughly on her back on to her bed. At five-foot five her medium-sized frame fit in the bed just right though she roughly kicked the covers off to one side, despite the fact that she was tired and needed to get up early the next morning for work she had another desire which overcame her desire for sleep.

Lisa slid the large Dildo under her night shirt and squeezed it between her tits to warm it up. She rolled the cold glass over her stiff nipples and closed her eyes trying to find a fantasy to match the sensation. At last the glass felt warm and she purposely dragged it between her tits and down her abdomen, past the belly button stud which looked so out of place on such a conservative girl as her then rolled it over the outside of her silk boxers right above her clit. She could feel her juices' flowing as the thin material was already soaked. It didn't take much teasing before she pulled one leg of her boxers aside and slowly worked the Dildo around her slit.

Lisa was completely lost to the ecstasy of it all now as her blonde hair bunched-up around her face. Her head thrown-back, eyes closed tightly as her right hand roughly teased her nipples, her left hand slowly worked the large Dildo into her pussy. She rocked it back and forth, gingerly flicking her clit with her thumb. It wouldn't take long now she thought. She arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed. Normally she tried to be quiet but tonight was not one of those nights as she involuntarily let out a couple of guttural moans, she was right on the crest now. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her brow, the boxers now bunched-up around her ankles, one tit swung free of the jersey, its nipple hard enough to cut glass. There was no stopping what was about to happen, the moaning increased, she didn't care who heard her now, for all she cared she was on another planet. A moment later she felt an orgasm wash over her like a wave crashing into the shore, her whole body convulsed as she felt the tingling sensation as far down as her naked toes. It took a few minutes for her to come-down from her high; she left the Dildo in her dripping pussy, allowing it to slowly work its way out. As she drifted off to sleep, she pulled the nightshirt back down, kicked the soaked boxers and the Dildo to the floor, rolled-over on her side and drifted-off to sleep.



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Author's Note: This escapade is entirely TRUE. It took place on a recent trans-atlantic flight.



I boarded the plane, and we took off and had our dinner. I couldn't stop thinking about the erotic story my "mystery writer" had sent me in anticipation of my flight. It had been so hard not to read it as soon as it came in ... but following his instructions, I had left it unread until now...

After dinner, I watched a film, but covered myself with the blanket so the guy next to me wouldn't realise I was pinching my nipples through my blouse underneath. After he had dozed off, I pulled the print of the story out from my bag and started to read, feeling my pussy start to get wet almost immediately in anticipation. At the right point in the story, I slipped off to the bathroom at the back of the plane, hoping no one noticed the paper clutched in my hand.

I entered the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind me, making double sure I locked it (though if I thought there was even a chance my mystery man was on that flight and could walk in and find me playing with myself, well...).

I leaned back against the counter and imagined him entering and discovering me there, just as the story described. I pulled my top up so my breasts were exposed, playing and pinching the nipples, licking my fingers so I could imagine it was his wet tongue on them. At one point I leaned as far as I could and just about touched my nipple with my tongue, imagining that our tongues were dancing against each other on my tit. 

When I couldn't take it any more, I let my hands wander down and lift up my skirt. I pulled aside my panties and my fingers slipped into my to my already-wet slit. I began lightly rubbing my pussy lips and clit like it was his tongue. As one hand lightly fingered my front, I licked my index finger on the other hand, then reached down and began working it into my pussy until it was thoroughly wet. Only vaguely aware - and at this point frankly not caring - that I was in the lav of a plane, I proceeded to push my finger slowly up my ass. With one hand rubbing my lips and clit faster and faster, and my ass being pushed open by my finger, I soon came in a shudder, biting my lip to make sure no other passengers would hear me.

Thinking back on his story, I pictured him showing me his glorious, rock hard cock for the first time. I knew how much he wanted to bury it deep inside me. With this thought in my mind, I pushed first two, and then THREE fingers inside my pussy, feeling the girth stretch my pussy like his cock would. I needed to add the third finger slowly, but once I got it in a little way I pushed all three in as deep as I could. God! I felt so full, like I was about to burst apart! With my other hand, I started rubbed my clit furiously, unable to restrain myself.

After a moment, remembering what his story told me he would do to me, I switched position so I was leaning over against the counter. Even without him there for real, I was under his complete control, feeling his strong hands on my hips letting me know who was boss, that I couldn't get away even if I wanted to. I pushed my fingers back into my dripping pussy, feeling my muscles twitch and pulse, wanting his cock to be pinning me to that counter. Fingers pushing in and out, so deep and fast I could even hear the squishing sound of my fingers fucking my wet pussy over the noise of the plane. 

It didn't take long for my other hand to unconsciously reach between my legs and find my clit. The moment I found it I rubbed it hard, circling and strumming, while my other fingers kept pumping in and out, relentlessly fucking my pussy as my mystery man's cock would be doing. My juices were flowing so much I could feel them dripping down my leg. Bent over in the tiny space of the plane's lavatory, several times I almost fell over from the movement of the plane. But soon, I felt my second orgasm crash through me, making me quietly shriek out and my legs buckle. (I was lucky there was no real turbulence right then...) And all the while I'm cumming, all I could imagine was feeling his cock pulsing and releasing inside me, pumping me full of delicious cum. Oh, if only.

Finally, I exit the lav. A small crowd is assembled outside, waiting for what has apparently been a very long time. I realize how disheveled I must look, and I wonder what they suspect.... But frankly I don't care. Walking back to my seat all I can think of is how much I want to be tied up by my auteur, perhaps blindfolded, maybe tied so my arms and legs are tied together so I am spread apart and completely at his mercy. He would put his cock wherever he wanted, however hard he wanted, for as long as he wanted. Mmmmm... 



Solo Beach Morning



Her adventuresome day at the beach

A lady in a long sun dress with a floppy brimmed hat walked along the beach, carrying a small basket. The beach was nearly empty, with very few people, most walking up and down the beach down near their condos.

Her dress was gracefully blowing in the ocean breeze. It looked like a picture postcard, a lone woman on a beautiful beach with the surf breaking behind her.

She walked along the beach and eventually selected a nice private place and removed a beach towel from the basket and lay it out on the sand. She kicked off her sandals and sat down on her towel. She pulled the dress up so that she would get some sun on her legs. She picked up a book out of the basket and flipped it open with her bookmark and started reading.

Eventually, she pulled out a water bottle and took a drink. She pulled out a long summer sausage and a small knife and cut off a piece and slowly chewed on it. She slowly scanned the beach from under her hat brim. No one was closer than several hundred yards away. She took the summer sausage and tucked it up under her dress.

She got up on one knee and dug around inside her basket with one hand. Her other hand was pulling her panties aside and pushing the round end of the sausage into her pussy. It didn't want to go, so she sat back down, with one leg in front and one under her. She slowly rocked back and forth slightly using her body weight to get that sausage into her tight pussy. It really didn't want to go.

It took several minutes wedge that sausage deep inside her pussy, filling it to the lips. The part she cut off was just enough to let the end go past her lips, and pull her panties back over them. There she was, on a public beach, with her pussy being stretched to its limits by a huge summer sausage. It is bigger than any cock that had ever entered her pussy and it felt tight, full and every nerve ending was singing to her brain.

She stretched out her leg with both legs in front of her, facing the open ocean, sitting on her bottom, with the beach sand mounding up between her legs. As she moved, the sand was pushing that sausage against her cervix, pushing hard and feeling good.

She was starting to sweat, but not from the heat from the sexual excitement of her adventures. She held her book up to her chest and pretended to read it, while rocking back and forth and using her hidden hand to squeeze her breast, making her nipples harder. She looked down and saw her nipples poking out enough to look down her dress and see most of her bare breasts.

That sausage was beginning to drive her to the peak of an orgasm. She loved the feeling of being completely filled with a huge sausage. She hopped back up on her foot again, with her foot just under her pussy. This way, she could flex her leg muscles and then relax them and drive that hard cock deep inside her. Every time it went deeper inside her, it hit her cervix, sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.

She almost regretted cutting the end off the sausage since a little more length right now would be a good thing. She had tried this before with the same kind of sausage and found it too long, so today, she was prepared. It just goes to prove that nothing is ever the same twice. She made a mental note to find a slightly longer sausage next time.

She put the book down and stretched, and leaned back on the heel of her foot, driving that huge cock even deeper in her poor little pussy. She could feel her juice on her foot, running out of her pussy.

She scanned the beach again and since no one was near, she slipped her hands in the arm holes of her dress and cupped her breasts, squeezing them and pressing on the nipples with her thumb as she rocked back and fourth on her heel.

That sausage was driving her wild and she started cumming but that only served to make her jump and jerk, landing on her heel with the sausage and driving it deep inside her pussy. After several good orgasms, she put her book away in the basket and pulled out her cell phone...

She tapped out a text message and clicked send.

Miles away, her husband received a text message on his cell phone. It read "I just came out on the beach enjoying the sun and the waves. You should have been here. Call me if you have a minute."

He stepped out of the office into the privacy of his car and sat inside while calling her back on his cell phone. His heart was racing and his cock was hard, because he knew that she was playing with her pussy in public again, sharing their secret that it added an extra thrill to sex to be out in public.

He reached down and unzipped his pants and loosened his belt as the phone rang on the other end.

"Hello" she said, with her voice shaking, panting into the cell phone.

"I got your message, tell me about it..." he said nervously.

"My pussy is full of that summer sausage you bought and I'm driving it deeper sitting on my heel. It feels so good. I just wanted to hear your voice while it fucks me." she said.

"Have you already had lunch?" he asked.

She said "No, what do you have in mind?" and he replied "How about that outdoor sandwich place just down the road? Are you able to join me?"

"Sure" she said, "when do you want to meet?"

"How about 20 minutes or so?" he said.

"Ok, I'll see you there!" she replied.

"Bye honey!" he replied as he hung up.

Wow! He thought. She had actually fucked her pussy out on the beach with that monster dong summer sausage! From how she was breathing and her voice was shaking, she had to have just been cumming! I'll bet her pussy is soaking wet after being wrapped around that big cock like thing.

He drove carefully out to their meeting spot and arrive right behind her. She stepped out of her car, wearing a flowing sundress with strings over her shoulders. She walked up and stretched to kiss him. He pulled her toward him and gave her a long kiss on the lips.

They walked in and placed their order and selected a table. She picked one with a cabana roof, off to the side of the restaurant. She slid into the seat and pulled him in behind her.

"How is your day going?" she asked with a mischievous look.

"Things are looking up. So how did you wind up on the beach?" he asked.

"I woke up horny and saw that sausage you picked out for me and decided today was the day to try it on for size. It fits nicely." she said.

"Wow, I wish I could have seen it." he said.

"You can" she said, "it is still inside me. it's my personal bookmark for you, holding your place open." and she slowly gathered her dress up in the front until he could see her underwear. He reached down and slid a finger under her undies and admired her wet pussy. He reached her opening, and there it was, a huge sausage stuck deep inside. He used two fingers and pushed it up further inside her. The cut off end was easily 2 inches inside her.

She shook again as another orgasm hit her. A few additional thrusts kept her shaking for a minute or to. She was glistening with sweat from her exertion. She was trying not to give away the pleasure that was running throughout her body.

He heard his name called on the speakers and pulled her dress down as he got up to retrieve their order. She was still shaking when he returned with their food.

She said "It is almost impossible to walk with that huge thing inside me, but I wanted to share it with you." She reached over to his lap and gave his cock a loving pat. "I see you enjoyed it" she said with a huge smile and a squeeze. She looked up at him and asked "When do you need to be back at work? I know where this perfectly seasoned sausage is if you have a little extra time."

He said "How about we take our lunch to go?" 

She said "I'll meet you back at our house!"

She had felt unusually at ease with her sexuality that morning, and nearly exhausted by the day's activities, but decided that she did want more, and as he knew, when she was determined, she was likely to be more aggressive than usual anyway. She mused on this as she drove back to the house: Windows down, light breeze blowing through her hair. It felt good.

"Let's see..." she said, as she got out of the car to go inside. She was winging it, so she didn't exactly know what to do. "What do I want? What does HE want? Hm..." and then she snickered a little. 

She knew exactly what he wanted, but that would be able to wait until she was done first. The scent of the sausage came up from her clothes as she paused to open the door. She needed to dislodge the sausage in order to accept her husband inside her, but she decided to shower the sand off of her first. 

Just another moment more wouldn't really matter, and the shower might actually help. She shifted her weight and felt her insides slide past it. She smiled slightly and dropped her dress, standing naked in the bathroom.

She turned on the water to just the right temperature and stepped in. Her skin was hyper sensitive because of the stimulation of the morning, and every drop seemed to trace a gentle path down her body, and she loved the feeling. 

She picked out a light scented body wash and lathered it up a little on a scrubby, and spread it around her belly. It smelled so good, she took a deep breath and relaxed and started scrubbing, first her belly, then her arms and legs and face, and then she stopped.

She noticed that the water was tracing down her breasts and running outward off of her nipples, not just dropping off straight down. They were still hard and tender from being pinched earlier, and the sensation of the water swirling off of them was just barely there. Just right. 

She swirled some lather on them and felt it drip down her stomach as it rinsed away and the nipple cascade of water returned. Very nice! She caressed her breast a little around the nipple so as not to overly stimulate it anymore, and then the other side, so as not to play favorites of course. 

The water ran down from her hair to her legs in sheets as she moved around in the shower, and her hand traced down and followed its path to her crotch. "Now to get this thing out."

She leaned her head against the far wall, and put one leg forward. Her fingers slipped into her still slimy pussy and reached up for the sausage.

The goal was to get at least a finger on the side of the sausage and ease it out, but for some reason it was not cooperating. She groaned a little as she moved and tried again. She pushed, trying to push it out while her fingers were inside her, but it wouldn't go. 

Her head dropped away from the wall as she stood shaking, pushing and reaching deeply to get it out. She shook her head, trying to clear it and get ready to try again, and saw something out of the corner of her eye. She screamed and jumped back! It was her husband, standing there watching.

"Gee you scared me - I didn't hear you come in! How long have you been standing there?" she asked, as her heart pounded visibly in the rise and fall of her chest. 

"Long enough to see you were enjoying yourself," he answered with a broad grin. "Need any help?" He was naked already with a rock hard erection. 

"I was trying to... well, yes, I could use some help." she said, and spread her legs as he stepped into the shower with her.

He immediately stepped behind her and put his hands on her hips. Her pulse jumped again with anticipation. He slid a finger up her wet pussy and put a finger up inside as her hips almost automatically pushed up and towards him.

"Hm... it seems stuck pretty far up in there. You got room for me too?" She didn't have time to answer as he stroked his cock once then pushed it into her. He grabbed her hips again and pulled her to him and a guttural groan as deeply as what she felt came out of her throat. 

"God, Honey... I don't know..." she cried, with the water was rushing off of her breasts. She put her hands on the walls to push further onto him as he thrust hard and fast into her a second, and then a third time, and more. There was overwhelming sensation in her tight pussy, the water slung around and off of her as he banged into her, the sound of bodies slapping together in the water, the remaining sweet scent of flowers from the soap, it was so much sensation that she shook her head and yelled "I'm cumming already! Oh..." and her body shuddered from the orgasm. 

He held tightly to her not to let go as has orgasm subsided a little, and then with a satisfied and very masculine "Hmph, I'm not done yet!" and started again.

"No, can we - please, I can't stand up" she begged. 

"Do you want to sit then?" he asked, to which she thought for a minute. Was he asking her to go to the bed, or sit here, on him? She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle all of him if she straddled him, so she moved to the shower door, but his arm stopped her. 

"You're feeling adventurous, so let's try it." he said. 

That was a VERY good way to put it. She stopped, and he sat down, the water beating against his chest, abdomen, and cock.

She looked at his cock, and wondered what it would feel like to have something like that, and to have the sensation of water beating on it like that.

She always did like the way it looked when it was hard like that - openly passionate, throbbing, wanting raw sex.

"Okay, let's try!" She straddled him and his hands caressed her sides, and gently brushed under her breasts as he looked at her a little hungrily while she moved into position. She loved soft caresses, and he was doing just the right things to keep her horny. She looked him in the eyes and put her hands gently on his face and kissed him, deeply and lovingly. Her eyes closed and they moved gently closer together for a minute as their bodies meshed. They fit, and they both knew it.

She leaned a little closer and they both guided him into her. She kissed him again, with her hands on his shoulders. They moved more slowly this time, but still passionately, and still kissing gently. He lifted her breasts and licked them in the water, and she smiled at him. 

It felt so good... He suddenly grabbed her hips and pulled her rhythmically up and down on him, increasing the pace again. 

"Hold on tight" he said with a naughty grin, and then pushed even harder up into her. His mouth opened a little as he concentrated on what he was feeling. 

She shot her tongue into his open mouth and licked his tongue, surprising him, and he laughed, but didn't stop. 

He was on a mission to cum soon, as he didn't have much more time. And he wanted to cum with her too. 

She felt the head of his cock swell even though she still had the sausage inside her, and she knew he was going to cum, and her body responded.

They rose and fell together, breathing together, holding each other tightly as they crashed into each other. Her head fell back into the stream of water and she screamed as she came "Ahh! Cum with me!" The look on his face told her he'd heard, and was about to comply with her. His body convulsed a bit as she subsided, and a warmth of satisfaction came slowly over her.

They stood up and helped clean each other off, speaking softly and kissing occasionally. "What are you going to tell the people at work?" she asked, stroking his hair. 

"Ever heard of a nooner?" He quipped as he started to dry off and said "No, I'll tell them I had to change clothes, that I got something on my pants at lunch." 

She looked at him and thought "Hyah, they'll believe that...not, but who cares." Then she looked up. "Oh! I actually was going to plan something for you, and I didn't get to it." 

He stopped dressing and looked at his watch. "Really? What?" 

She laughed at him. "You're late already - go back to work, and I'll get some sleep and tell you next time!" and she rolled onto the bed, still naked, with the sausage still in her pussy.



Solo Camping



Solo Camping-The Woodsman and the Wood Nymph

Twigs snapped under his feet. The mountains had been good to him. He breathed in the deep scent of pine and cedar as he walked the familiar trail. The mountain provided him the solitude he needed. Since Jenna left, his patience for people in general, let alone women had been limited. The peace of the mountain helped him maintain some balance, helped him try to forgive. 

There were times, like this one, when he chose to remain in his mountain solitude for very long periods of time. Civilization held no great attraction for him any longer. Each outing had been longer than the next until his trips into the hills became more lengthy than those out. He enjoyed being alone. He just couldn't shake the feeling of being lonely. Jenna had filled a hole in his heart for many years. When she left, that hole got deeper and wider until he was aware of it every day.

He stopped asking why a long time ago. He stopped wanting to know not too long after. H figured if it was him, she should have given him the opportunity to make a change but that conversation had never happened. She just skipped town. Any more, the only thing he was sure of was that he would have changed if she had given him the chance. This helped him keep from sinking into the usual self imposed guilt-ridden prison that he could have forced on himself. No, he hadn't done anything wrong, in fact he was pretty certain that he was a good man. The kind that most women prayed to meet at night. It wasn't guilt that drove him to his solitude, just a general frustration with people. They seemed to get more stupid every time he talked to someone.

A large man, Nick Masterson sported athletic shoulders that women loved to lay their heads on. Wide enough to disguise his newly acquired layer of "bear fat" as he nicknamed what most men called a sprouting beer belly. At not quite six foot and 230 solid pounds, He wasn't fat but if he didn't pay attention he may soon be accused of heading in that direction. These long periods of time in the woods had curbed that pretty nicely. His arms were still the arms the Marine Corps had given him 15 years earlier, steeled now with the daily regimen of outdoor living. 

He had never really been aware of how women felt when they looked at him. Since Jenna left he didn't care, either. Women were something he didn't care to pursue were it not for one fact; he was a man and as such, still had needs. A frustrating fact that had not eluded him. At some point, he would need to be patient enough with a woman long enough to at least get laid. It was fast becoming a top priority.

He had given up haircuts and shaving in favor of the occasional even trim since he began spending his time alone. The woodland creatures didn't care and in every book he ever read, the guy who got the girl had long hair, wide shoulders and stubbly facial hair. If needed, he could turn "ragged" into "rugged" on a moment's notice. Daily hygiene he still deemed important. For some reason he was still concerned about being found dead in the woods with dirty underwear, un-brushed teeth and smelly pits. He blamed his mother for that. Therefore, if he happened to run into a beautiful wood nymph desperate for a sexual tango, he felt he would at a bare minimum "not be repulsive".

So far, that nymph had not appeared.

As he traveled his favorite path he turned over the wood nymph idea in his mind. What would she look like? How would he find her? What (if anything) would she be wearing? Did wood nymphs wear Blue jeans? He hoped so. He chuckled to himself as he considered what a wood nymph in blue jeans and a willing attitude might be like.

He came to the edge of the trail where it began to wind down to the valley below. The valley had been cut by a lazy stream that wound its way between the mountains. He always found wildlife here. He took out his binoculars and began to scan the stream for wildlife. Nothing likely at this time of day with the heat of the sun beating down. Most animals wood be taking to the shade right about now.

He laughed to himself. Perhaps the afore-mentioned wood nymph might find a moment to climb out of her blue jeans and cool herself in the lazy pools below. Life was never that easy. Until today.

He pulled the binoculars away from his eyes. Did he really see what he thought he just saw or was his imagination playing jokes on him. He had been in the woods way too long now, clearly. He put the binoculars back to his eyes. At the edge of the stream below stood a woman, facing away from him. Standing still, looking into the sky, as if soaking up the rays of the sun. He scanned the area for the source of this intrusion. Was there a group hiking? He didn't think so. Nobody ever came out here. There are only wildlife trails to follow and that was no amateur trick. He presumed every day that he was the only human being within 50 miles. Yet there she was. Looking as out of place as an outhouse in a shopping mall.

"I guess wood nymphs do wear blue jeans." He chuckled to himself. As wood nymphs should go, she certainly qualified. Sassy reddish hair and a blouse that exposed her shoulders. She must have tied the blouse in front to keep cool as it hiked up in the back and revealed the skin of the small of her back. That wasn't the prize though. Nick's heart skipped a beat as he adjusted the focus on his binoculars and her ass came swimming into perfect focus. It was perfect. Nick swallowed hard. It had been a long time. He was not prepared for this sight and it hit him like a ton of bricks. Lust rose in his chest at a rate that was alarming. He removed the binoculars and watched her from afar.

She was so still. She just stood there, face up to the sun. He wished she would turn around so that he could get a look at her face. He could tell by the shape of her body that she was beautiful. This was obviously a woman who took the time to take care of herself. With her arms on her hips, he could see the muscles in her shoulders. She was fit. 

Possibly this was a long hike for her, a journey into solitude as it was for him. This angered him. He was surprised by his reaction. This was his space. He specifically came here to get away from women as a whole and now here comes this one, shaking her ass in invitation...he got hold of himself. There was definitely no ass shaking going on down there. He scolded himself. Bitterness was pervasive. 

She has no idea that he is here and she didn't come here to piss him off. He softened. His body reminded him that the company of a woman was not always a bad thing. It reminded him of his thoughts earlier about needing to get laid. "Sure. I'll just waltz down there and say, 'since you're here, I was thinking we could fuck?'". That would go over like a lead balloon. He became angry again. Why shouldn't he? This was his woods. He had been here first. If this was cave man days he would waltz on down there and claim her for himself. Whack her on the head with his club, pull her into the water by the hair and claim her as his prize, removing those clothes and unwrapping her like a Christmas present.

He allowed himself this socially unacceptable train of thought and followed it through until she was naked and completely in his control. His rapidly rising erection is what burst the bubble. "Damn. Take it easy, champ. She is just standing there for crying out loud. It's not like she is trying to tease you."

As he thought this, her body moved. She took a step toward the water and brought her hands to the front of her blouse. She had turned now so he could see her profile. Her nose was perky and her chin strong. He focused the binoculars a little more and sighed as he succumbed to the temptation to examine her breasts. "Why do I do this to myself? I guess I am a brute in the woods after all." he sighed. They were something. Not too big, not too small. Just right. The swell of her breast made his heart ache. He hated that feeling. It was like the loneliness tried to jump out of him toward her and damn near took him with it. As he contemplated this thought, he realized that she was braless. This is what had caught his attention. Of course she was braless. She was in the woods. "No need to stand on ceremony, eh? You go girl..." he thought to himself.

As he congratulated himself for his support of her self-expression, he realized that her hands had come into the viewfinder near her breasts. They were working something. The buttons? No. yes, she was unbuttoning her blouse! He had a momentary desire to look away but quickly chastised himself, reminding his conscience that this was his woods and that everything in it was his to take. If she wanted to undress right there in the open, then she had to expect that anyone around would watch. Yeah. All those people she expected to be around.

Suddenly he was aware of the sun catching the water and glinting behind her. It backlit her such that he could see every detail. His heart raced as she undid the buttons to the point where the blouse was tied in the front. She hesitated. She looked around, as if she was checking for anybody looking. He saw her chastise herself and shake her head. Of course there was noone around. "Surprise" he thought to himself.

She untied the front of her blouse and her white skin immediately came into view. His heart jumped into his throat. Damn what he wouldn't give to run down the hill screaming, "No! Don't! let me doo iiiittt!" her head tilted back as she pulled open the blouse and her breasts freed themselves of their loose bindings. Everything went into slow motion as her blouse dropped away from her breasts. They moved in response to the motion of her shoulders, giving Nick shivers. Her nipples hardened with their sudden exposure to the crisp breeze on a warm sunny day. She finished shrugging off the blouse and turned more to face him. He was right. She was a beauty. Classic features. With the binoculars zoomed in this close, he could see she had freckles. He loved freckles. But he especially loved nipples. He resumed his close examination of her breasts. He could taste them in his imagination. 

He didn't think to ask why she was undressing. It didn't matter. When someone knocks on your door and hands you a gift, you just say "Thank You." and allow it to happen. And so he did. Then something unexpected happened. Her hand appeared again in the viewfinder. Was it his imagination or was she touching herself? She was! My God could this be any better? Her hands caressed her breast, lightly touching her skin in the kind of soft tickle that raises goose-bumps if done correctly. Apparently it was done correctly. Goosebumps immediately raised over her entire breast. She pinched her nipple. Nick congratulated himself on having spent the extra hundred bucks for a better quality bino. He pulled back so he could see all of her. Her face registered the pleasure she was giving herself but it didn't last. She gave both her nipples a quick squeeze and began working the buttons to her jeans.

"Turn. Turn around!" he begged quietly to himself. There was nothing sexier as far as he was concerned than watching a pair of well fit blue jeans reveal their cargo. As if she had heard him, she turned right on cue. "Yes!" He rasped under his breath. She unbuttoned the front and began to shrug out of the jeans. Left to right she shimmied her hips until perfect white flesh appeared, topped by red thong underwear. She bent down, effectively offering her ass up to him in the distance and pulled her jeans down to the ground. He half expected the heavens to open up and the angels to sing. It was one of those moments. He couldn't believe his luck. As she stepped out of her jeans, he zoomed in tight on her ass. It was perfect. Soft, white, curvy and needing desperately to be spanked. He chuckled again to himself. He was never quite sure why he assumed that every ass that caught his attention needed to be spanked but it was a speculation that had never been proven wrong.

Her legs were white and muscular. She must be a bike rider as well or a runner. You don't get calves like that by sitting in an office. She stood upright, having stepped fully out of her jeans. As she did, her ass assumed it's apple shape and his cock stood absolutely upright. She stretched the way women do just after disrobing, hands to the sky and fingers through her hair. She appeared to be contemplating the water. Her nipples stood out against the silhouette of the sun's reflection on the water. She touched her breasts gently again as she appeared to be deciding what to do. She put her fingers under the strap of the thong. "Do it" he sent the thought to her. Suddenly she appeared to be arguing with herself. She began to gesture as if she was explaining something.

She turned and looked into the woods. His heart sank. She must be talking to someone out of sight. That meant she wasn't alone and this little show was not meant for him. After a few minutes of watching though, it was clear that she was arguing with herself. But about what? Then it donned on him. It was about getting naked in the woods. She was arguing to herself that nobody was watching and that she should just do it! 

He studied her face with the binoculars. He watched her lips. 

"Don't be stupid! There's nobody even here to see! Why should you be nervous? Ahhh!."

If she only knew.

"Fine". He saw her say. With that, she hooked the thong and rapidly bent over and dropped it down. Nick focused in on her ass again as the red thong pulled itself from between her ass cheeks and seemed to caress her leg on the way down, kissing each ass cheek good bye as it fell. As she bent to step out of the thong, her ass cheeks parted and Nick could see the fine brownish red pussy hair between her legs. His cock twitched. It was determined to jump out of his pants and go down there by itself if Nick didn't oblige and do it himself.

As she finished up the battle of removing the thong, she threw it into the stream, defiantly. He focused on her lips again.

"There! I did it! we only wear those things for men anyway!". And we thank you for it, he thought.

Following this statement up with a plunge straight into the water, she squealed loud enough as she went under that he could hear it all the way up to his vantage point.

She stood up immediately as the cold water sucked the air from her lungs. The water glistened off her beautiful body. It fell off her like a waterfall. Her nipples harder now than before and her pussy defying the white of her skin as a stream of water concentrated through her pubic hair. Suddenly he was very thirsty. A drink from a pussy fountain sounded divine.

His hunger for her rose until he felt a need to act. He knew he needed her and he was going to have to do something soon if he was going to do anything at all. Without a plan, he used her swim as an opportunity to make his way down the trail..

At the edge of the woods, close enough to throw a rock and hit her, he watched her.

She swam languidly, floating and relaxing. In the shallow water, her body rested on the sandy bottom so that she was laying on her back, barely floating. The look on her face registered much pleasure. And some strain. Odd. 

She moaned. Softly but still a moan. He liked swimming too, but it never made him moan. Her moaning increased and suddenly he realized, she was masturbating. Jesus. This really was a wood nymph! She was near the edge of an orgasm he could tell. She must have been at it the whole time he was walking down the edge. She came violently. "Fuck! Fuck!..." the water writhed as she masturbated her way through her orgasm. Her breathing was hard and her nipples poked through the water as she lay on her back finishing the job...

She went limp in the shallow water, allowing her arms to fall by her side Nick was stunned. she collected herself and stood up, her nipples still hard and water streaming off of her again. The sight of a woman this beautiful climbing out of the stream fresh from an orgasm almost sent him into his own. 

She stood quietly. Breathing hard. He made his decision.

"I could have helped with that." He said from the woods as he stepped out into the open. He expected her to scream, cover up and begin to hurl profanities in his direction. Normally, he wouldn't have risked a reaction like that, but this was his woods and this woman was in his backyard. He was feeling bold.

Startled, she turned toward him. Her reaction was not what he had planned for. She stood her ground. Naked and beautiful, her body glistening wet and simply asked, "And who the fuck are you? Are you enjoying yourself?" It was Nick's turn to be startled. She didn't cover up. She didn't run away. She stood there, proud and unashamed. After a moment of his hesitation she registered her impatience by putting her hands on her hips. This caused her breasts to bounce in the sun and distracted him further. He thought quickly and decided on a course of action. Maintaining his bearing and trying not to show his momentary confusion, he responded.

"Not as much as you are, but yes, I am enjoying myself."

"I asked who you are." Hands still on her beautiful hips, pussy hair shimmering wet.

"I could ask you the same thing. You are in my back yard. This is my woods." He responded. "Last time I checked, these were public lands, hot shot." She fired back. "Not so much. I am a squatter on this land and as such, I claim it and all that is on it for my own use." His eyes twinkled and he smiled a mischievous smile.

She stood before him in all her naked beauty and didn't even act as if anything were off beat even just a little. He couldn't resist the urge to roam her body. He let her see his eyes move over her. For some reason, he sensed she was challenging him. Almost testing him. 

"For your own use." She repeated. "Mmmm hmm." He replied.

Lisa had sworn off men. She had come to these woods to shed her anger over the string of bad relationships that had plagued her. She had hoped to purge herself of the bad karma that had led to so many useless men and as many useless attempts to acquire some sexual satisfaction. She had determined that the only way she was going to get any relief was to take matters in her own hands. She was good at satisfying herself but it never really worked as well as a good match with a man. Her problem was that all the men were taken. Apparently all that was left over was momma's boys, Fatties, Bigots and bums. None of whom seemed to prove useful even just for the nightly rental of a cock.

Standing naked before this man, she should have been scared but she wasn't. She was feisty by nature and not prone to the usual female responses to odd situations. When she saw Nick she was momentarily taken aback by his size and rugged mountain man looks. Nothing about his bearing said "danger" but everything else said that he could take care of business if required to do so. This was a quality lacking in most of the men she had dated in the last three years. Then, the statement about helping her out with her orgasm rang in her head. Her assessment of him being able to "take care of business suddenly extended itself to her orgasmic needs.

Lisa had never been a woman to linger over her decisions. Her clitoris was still tingling with the orgasm she had just provided herself and was still in the throes of being pissed that she had to do it herself. This may have influenced her decision to play along. What the hell. She had nothing to lose. Assuming he wasn't an axe murderer. 

She looked hard at him. His eyes were full of mischief, not anger. His demeanor showed confidence, not arrogance. The twinkle in his eye told her that he was not a danger, but someone who was as desperately in need of a good old fashioned fuck as she was. Presented with a show like she just put on, she could not respect a man who reacted any other way than to "take a shot".




Solo Camping



"Are you getting a good look?" she inquired. "Honey, I have been watching you for quite some time and yes, the look I have been getting keeps getting better." He smiled. "Turn Around." He said quietly. "What?" She said, incredulously. "Turn Around." He said with more command. "There is a toll to be paid if you pass through my forest. Pay it willingly and you shall not be harmed." Again with the twinkle in his eye.

"Why should I?" She challenged him. Dropping his pack, Nick slowly walked toward the water, never breaking eye contact. "Because you have the most magnificent ass I have seen in years. Please?" The spell was broken. A beggar. "Shit. She said. You are just like all the rest of them." and she started walking straight out of the water. An angry walk. Halfway to him, Nick bellowed, "I said turn around!" His impatience with being ruled by women and his need for them had come to a head. Here this beautiful woman was, right in front of him, needing to be fucked as badly as he needed to fuck and she was going to dismiss him. What did he have to lose? They were in the middle of nowhere. He hoped she couldn't see the trembling he felt in his gut.

His command went straight to her spine. She instinctively stopped. She was tired of pussy boys who lived with their mothers. She was tired of techno-geeks who thought computers were women and men who played too long with their toys and not enough with her. She took a long hard look at him, now conscious of her nakedness. A little bit afraid. A little bit turned on. Years of frustration coursed through her veins. How many times had she wished for a man who was a man and now standing before her was a rugged woodsman with desire in his eyes and all of him between her and her clothes. His sudden command had not only stopped her in it's tracks but had added an element to this little interchange that went straight to her pussy. She was turned on by his command. Still, she wasn't going to just let him have everything without some resistance.

"What kind of toll?" She asked cautiously.

He considered the question. "Obedience. Obey my commands and you will get what you need."

She looked closer in his eyes. She could see pain there. But something more. Gentleness. 

"You watched me?' she asked, quietly. "I couldn't help myself. You are a beautiful woman.". 

His shoulders were wide and strong looking. He looked like he could pick her right up off the ground if he wanted to. But he just stepped out of the woods after watching her masturbate. That was not how she usually met men and certainly not the way that she started a sexual encounter. Keeping her eyes on him, she succumbed to her desire to be seen. Every woman wants to be beautiful and here was a man wanting to see more and god knows she had already shown him plenty. She started to turn away from him. "What are you going to do?' She asked quietly. "I already told you what I was going to do." He said with a smile. The confused look on her face registered. He motioned with his fingers to complete the turn. She complied. Turning her back to him. Her hips were still moist from the water. Her shoulders were trim and fit. Much more beautiful up close than in the view finder. He realized he was holding his breath. He let it out in a rush. "I said I was going to help you with that." She looked back over her shoulder and saw the look of amazement on his face. He wanted her. She could see that. It wasn't a pure lustful look she saw, but something else. Something...respectful, as if he were looking at a priceless piece of art.

She had come here to be alone, now she found herself somehow being charmed by a man who had already seen more of her than most men she dated. She shivered at the thought of a stranger in the woods attempting to give her an orgasm. Was he really volunteering to give her an orgasm? Men don't even know what that means for the most part. This thought made her a little angry.

She was already warmed by the thought of a rough stranger taking her in the woods. She was after all a sexually charged woman and she had needed more in her sex life for some time. This situation shouldn't have been attractive to her, but it was. She couldn't help herself. But she was no helpless waif, either. If he was going to take her in this game, he would have to earn it.

"Thanks, but I already have it well in hand." She challenged and she moved her hand to her pussy. She began to stroke it lightly as she looked back over her shoulder.

Her challenge took him by surprise. She looked back at him with a "What are you going to do now?" smile on her face. Well, at least she wasn't afraid of him and now at least he knew this was going to have a sexual experience attached to it, however that came about.

This was almost exactly the wood nymph Nick had imagined. Beautiful, curvy, inviting and sassy. Daring him to do what he needed, begging him to do what she needed, but not making it easy.

He decided that he was all in and that she would not escape him. This beautiful body, those beautiful breasts and god, that perfect ass were more than he could take. She stood there touching herself, her fingers stroking back and forth into her pussy. His cock strained against his khakis like a dog on a leash. He decided to match her challenge and throw her way off base. To show her that he was in charge here and that this was definitely going to be a romp in the stream between two people who just needed to romp.

"Perhaps I should too." He responded. He unzipped his khakis and removed his half hard cock. He smiled as he started to stroke it. She thought she had outdone him but when she saw him take out his cock she was first amazed by the forwardness of it but then, damn. That was quite a cock. Her body suddenly realized that it needed some cock and needed it bad. "That's disgusting." She said but with a hint of a smile. "Don't mind me, please continue." He said to her. She was still looking back over her shoulder as he drank in her body and slowly stroked his cock to full hardness. Her clit responded immediately to her hands attempt to shock the man. She didn't intend to masturbate again, she just wanted to fluster him but that hadn't achieved the desired effect on him. Now here she had the problem of the sight of a beautiful cock on a beautiful man stroking himself as he gazed upon her naked body as she stroked herself.

Exactly how had she gotten into this situation? She wondered. It was too late for thought now. She was more or less committed. What the hell. He was going to do as he pleased anyway. Her fingers found her clit again as she felt his eyes roam over her behind. She closed her eyes and continued, mildly ashamed that this stranger was watching but completely absorbed by the idea that he could do with her as he pleased. What a contradiction. "Spread your legs a little more." He commanded. "I thought you said you were going to help?" She shot back at him. She immediately regretted the challenge. She wasn't sure what she expected.

"You're right. I did." He replied. His body ached to touch her. He needed to taste her skin, touch her, take her. He needed to bend her over something and fuck the shit out of her. But all in good time. He began to walk toward her, into the water. She looked back, startled but still facing away. "Help is on the way, beautiful." As he got closer, his heart ached with need for her. Lust was certainly easy to identify. But the loneliness was what was eating at him now. The warmth of a woman cured it. he needed her. He needed to take her like a possession. She looked away. He was glad she couldn't see him as he walked closer. His demeanor said he was in control but inside he was a chaotic wreck.

"Spread your legs." He said quietly as he approached her.

She could hear the splashing of his footsteps. She was electrified with fear and longing. She had no idea what to expect and every fiber of her being said that this was not what a good girl did and that she could be killed or worse. But her body needed the attention. She sensed that this man was not going to hurt her and that she would walk away having had an adventure. Her nipples hardened as her heart raced. Her breathing quickened and her nerves waited to see what he would do.

He was almost to her. She had to make a choice. Run, or obey and see where this took her. She made her choice. She spread her legs apart, just more than shoulder width.

Nick's heart jumped as he neared her. What would he do? What had he gotten into? He certainly had no intention of raping her but god, he needed to take her. She wasn't running away but she wasn't looking like she was going to fall into his arms either. Just a few feet from her, he could practically feel the warmth of the sun reflecting off of her skin.

Then, just as he was trying to decide what to do next, she slowly spread her legs and faced away from him. She was in. His cock sprang to attention with such force that he thought it might explode right there. She had accepted his invitation and extended an offer. At that moment, his brain turned off and his inner beast took over.

His eyes roamed over her perfect ass one more time as he took the last few steps to her. He reached around to encircle her waist as he approached and pressed his cock hard into her ass as he pulled her back to him. 

She gasped, his touch electrifying her. His cock against her ass heightened every sense. As he pulled her to him, she felt his cock press between her ass cheeks and the tip settled against the small of her back. Need rose in her and took over her being as his cock twitched in response to touching her.

He let his hand come up to her breast as his other arm completed the rough embrace, he pulled her back to him and whispered into her ear, "I won't hurt you." Her body began to tremble with relief as fear left her and then with need as she realized she could let go. He could feel her heart racing as her arms raised up and reached behind to touch his hair. "I know." She replied between ragged breaths.

"Your body makes me crazy," he whispered again as he began to kiss her neck. His cock twitched as it pressed against her ass, still nestled between her ass cheeks. She ground her hips back into him, eager for more. As he squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck, he could feel her need rising to match his own. He moved his hands back and down the sides of her hips, tracing the curve of her ass. Roughly, he turned her around and placed both hands on either side of her face. He pressed her lips to his and her mouth opened to receive him. Their tongues lashed at each other and she wrapped her arms around him. Suddenly she pulled back and looked into his eyes. 

"Lisa". She said to him. "Lisa?" he repeated? "My name. It's Lisa.". He realized that they had no idea who the other was. "Nick. I'm Nick." "Nick. OK, Nick, I don't know where you came from and I don't care. For right now, I need you to fuck me and I need you not to be a pussy about it."

"Then do as your told." He replied. "And I will fuck you as many ways as I can imagine".

He pulled her to him again, this time reaching all the way around and exploring every part of her back, dropping his hands to her ass and squeezing hard. Roughly, he turned her around again, so her ass was facing him. He dropped to his knees in the stream. The cold water rushed into his dry Khakis and over his hard cock, helping him regain some control. He gripped her hips with both hands. His face was now inches from the most perfect ass he had seen in many years. His lips ached to kiss it but he savored it for a moment. 

Then he kissed the small of her back, his newly forming beard tickled her skin. The warmth of her skin against his lips made his heart leap. He had to catch his breath. His kisses became passionate. His tongue traced the curves at the top of her buttocks. She moaned and reached back and placed her hands at the back of his head, pressing him in to her. He moved down, following the trail where her ass cheeks met, probing the folds of her skin with his tongue. As he got lower, he pressed his face into her, drinking in the softness. She pressed back against him, needing more. 

"Bend over." He whispered. "What?" she responded, somewhat surprised. "Bend over!" he commanded.

She hesitated. This wasn't usually how it went. She needed everything that was coming though so she obeyed. She bent over, placing her hands in the stream. She felt vulnerable and was momentarily regretting the decision until suddenly his mouth clamped onto her pussy. She yelped. "Oh, god!" she cried. "Yes, oh yes..." His mouth eagerly ate her pussy as his hands roamed over her now spread ass. His nose pressed between her ass cheeks. Her pussy tasted sweet, having been dunked in the stream. Her pussy hair tickled his chin and she whimpered with pleasure as he dug deep into her pussy with his tongue. He lashed her clitoris up and down with his tongue a few times, eliciting a squeal and then back to tongue fucking her. His chin expertly found her clit as he ate her. Nick was so hungry for her, he ate like there was no tomorrow. Back and forth between the clit and pussy, chin grinding her, tongue lashing her. He could feel her crescendo. He was surprised to realize that he was going to be able to make her cum like this. Well, that would be a good way to ensure her obedience.

She could not believe his skill. No man had ever eaten her as she was bent over like this and certainly none ever brought her this close to an orgasm. She held herself up with her arms as her pussy endured the assault of his mouth and tongue. Her knees trembled as she adjusted to each new angle he attacked from and she realized she was going to cum. Her eyes caught sight of his hard cock poking up out of the stream through his soaked khakis. She was suddenly imagining that cock being pounded deep into her and just as she imagined that, her orgasm began. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" she screamed. He sensed her orgasm as well and his mouth clamped down hard on her clit, sucking it in deeply and battering it with his tongue. "I'm cumming, oh god!" as he milked her orgasm of every ounce of pleasure. He tried to keep her at the top of it as long as he could. Her hips tensed around his face and he legs clamped down on him. "Yeeeesssssss......." And it was over. 

Her knees trembled. He could see that she was not going to be able to stand up by herself. He gripped her knees and locked her legs so that she would not crumble into the water. He released her clitoris from his mouth and took a few deep breaths...". "oh god..." she kept repeating. She didn't know what to say or what to do next. 

"I am not through yet." He said. His tongue returned to her pussy but skillfully avoided her ticklish clit. "Oh my god, more? Who are you?" she wondered aloud as her pussy suffered a second round of tongue fucking. Her clit was recovering much more rapidly than usual and she felt need rising again.

Nick was hard as a rock. He could eat this pussy for hours but he had more needs to take care of. Her ass was still right there. He decided to test her a little bit. He moved down to give her clit a light stroke with his tongue and then began slowly eating his way up her pussy, to the base of it where it joins with her asshole. She had a perfect set of ass cheeks and nestled between them was a pretty little reward for traveling between them. He decided to see how she would react. His tonguing did not stop at he base of her pussy but kept right on traveling over that soft patch of skin between her ass and her pussy. He repositioned his hands from her knees to either side of her ass as he continued right up to her asshole and closed his lips over it. Kissing her between her ass cheeks. His tongue darted out and began to assault her ass with the same vigor that her pussy had just received.

Lisa started in surprise. She wasn't expecting this. She was still recovering from her orgasm when he suddenly grabbed her hips and drove his tongue between her cheeks and into her asshole. "Whoa! She said. "Ah...you, oh god. Damn." She started to stand up as a reflex. She stood partially upright and in response, he gripped both of her cheeks with his hands and pulled them apart roughly, stretching her skin. This was a little painful and she yelped again. "damn. Shit, oh god what are you doing back there?" She asked "Bend back down." He responded. She obeyed.

With her bent over, her cheeks spread back open, he had better access to her pussy and her ass. He ate her ass, bit her cheeks and generally assaulted her backside with his mouth. He tasted every inch of this beautiful ass and as much of the inside as he could. She whimpered and moaned as he did, completely in his control.

Her pussy tickled his chin as he ate and squeezed her ass. He needed more. It was time to fuck her.

She seemed spent, almost limp as she hung over while he ate her. She simply gasped and whimpered. Her arms hung now as he held her up. He stood up suddenly and the rush of water from his khakis announced his intentions to her. He gripped her hips and pressed his cock against her pussy.

She thought she would pass out from the pleasure. She had never had such a thorough ass eating before. Some men had attempted to please her by giving it a quick lick or fingering but nobody had ever given her the full pussy eating but for her ass. She was in a daze just soaking in the pleasure. Suddenly, it stopped and there was a rush of water as he stood and unbuckled his pants. Before she knew it, his cock was pressed against her pussy lips. She was startled by the fact that it was cold. It had been in the water. A cold cock was a new experience, she thought and then all thought vanished as he drove it home. "Unh..." she grunted as he drove all 9 inches of it deep into her in one stroke. She bolted upright and reached back to brace herself against him as the sudden feeling of being filled so completely overwhelmed her. The cold of the water seemed to make his cock seem even bigger and she thought she might not be able to take it all.

With his hands on her beautiful white hips, he began fucking for all he was worth. The pace caught her by surprise and she realized she was completely out of control. This man was fucking her like she had never been fucked. Again and again he withdrew completely and drove back to the hilt, his hips grinding into hers and his balls slapping against her clitoris.

She held onto his arms for fear that she would fall. He was holding her up as he fucked her. She listened to the sounds he was making and was turned on by the fact that she was the origin of such pleasure. Her whole body responded to the fucking she was receiving, her nipples hardened, her clitoris throbbed and even her ass began to tingle as the sensation of his pubic hair against her asshole continued the stimulating he had started with his mouth.

Neither of them were thinking any civilized thought. There in the stream, the woodsman took his wood nymph and claimed her as his own. She submitted to his need and he served hers. They became one for a short period, the breathing synchronized, their pleasure matched.

Lisa stood up, her back aching from bending over throughout this onslaught of pleasure. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands found her breasts as he continued to fuck her pussy from this new angle. With her standing up, the fullness of her ass cheeks provided more of a cushion to this thrusts. He could feel them wrap around him as he thrust in and caress him on the way out. A perfect feeling. His animal thrusts did not phase her. He worried he might be hurting her but his need was too great to withhold. He thrust so hard that each thrust tried to throw her away from him. He grunted hard with each thrust and began to have the urge to growl and scream. He decided he was holding nothing back. He came to the woods to live like an animal and an animal he would become. He grunted loudly as he pounded her, needing every inch of depth he could get. His orgasm rose and his cock stiffened for that last thrust. She could feel it coming too. She matched his grunts with squeals on each thrust. She knew he would explode any second and ground her hips back into him to receive it. Suddenly he exploded! He gripped her hips so hard she knew it would leave a bruise and thrust so deep that she thought she might not be able to take it all. She felt the warm rush of his cum as it shot into her. They screamed together, knowing that nobody would hear. He took a few more thrusts to finish off the orgasm as his cock twitched and throbbed.




Solo Camping



Lisa went lip, gasping for breath. Withdrawing quickly, he caught her as she began to drop into the water. He picked her up, still breathing hard himself. His cock poked out, still hard as he walked her back toward the bank.

"She looked at him as he carried her. "Who are you?" she asked, barely audible. He didn't answer. "What are you doing to me?" She asked through closed eyes and a pounding heart.

She had a large towel laid out already on the beach at the edge of the stream. He walked her toward the towel, his cock poking over his trousers but not going limp. 

He gently laid her down on the towel. She looked up at him, exhausted and satisfied. He stood over her, looking at her body even still. It was perfect. Her breasts laid back as they are supposed to, her nipples still standing erect from the cool water. "You're still hard." She observed innocently through dreamy eyes. "I'm not finished." He told her as his eyes drank up more of her.

Her eyes closed for a much needed rest. Nick quietly removed his clothes.

He lowered himself over her. His cock needed to feel the warmth of her around it still. The sun had dried their skin. She rested peacefully as he lowered his mouth to her breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and nursed it gently. Her hand went to the back of his head to feed him more of her breast and she sighed. Her eyes opened as his leg opened hers and he slid into her. She gasped. Slowly he filled her, enjoying the sensation of a warm and wet pussy closing itself onto him again. Her arms wrapped around him as her eyes closed again. 

"Who are you?" she asked to nobody in particular anymore. Her face showed her pussy's pleasure as he slowly slid back out and then gently in. "Just rest for a few minutes. There's more." Her eyes opened and met his. "More?" she asked. "Yes, more." He answered. "Rest." She let her eyes close and she allowed herself to just relax and enjoy the sensation of his now very warm cock gently massaging the insides of her pussy. Her clitoris purred. She was in a dreamlike state. Anything this man did was OK with her. She wasn't sure why, but she trusted him.

She was so beautiful. Her face was peaceful, her body completely compliant to his desires. For about 20 minutes he watched her enjoy the slow sensual fucking he was giving her. His cock never softened but still needed a little time to recover. By now, he was starting to feel the need to have another orgasm. He picked up the pace a little, pressing more earnestly into her pussy. 

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Time for more?" she asked. "yes." He replied. "Tell me." She demanded. His cock stiffened as he contemplated whether or not to tell her what he had in mind. "Your ass." He stated simply. "I want your ass." "aren't you having it right now?", she responded coyly. He let it sink in for a minute. He could see it registering on her face "Turn over onto your stomach, beautiful." He told her. "I um...I-", "Turn over."

With a bit of a worried glance, she turned over on her blanket. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Don't worry. I promised not to hurt you and you are not finished paying the toll." Her ass now up to him, Nick's cock jumped. It was so soft and perfectly shaped. He caressed it gently. Tracing the curves. He lowered his face to the small of her back. 

As she felt the kiss of his lips on her back, it brought back the memory of where that lead earlier in the creek. She shuddered. She wasn't sure if she knew where this was heading but she knew she wanted to go there.

He laid himself down on her legs, allowing himself to worship the perfect globes before him. He kissed them thoroughly, exploring every inch of this woman's ass flesh. Just as in the creek, he began to trace her curves with his tongue. She knew where this part was going and she wanted more. Her asshole began to need it. began to anticipate the warmth of his tongue reaching it and resuming the service that had been provided earlier. She arched up to him, allowing her cheeks to part slightly, inviting deeper exploration.

He accepted the invitation and continued down between her cheeks, tonguing a trail along the way and finally, finding his target.

She felt his tongue start to slide deeper into the crack of her ass. She was ready. She wanted it. The coolness his tongue left behind as it slowly moved deeper tingled and left an electric trail up her spine. When his tongue finally gently moved over her asshole, she gasped one more time. This was so wrong and felt so good. She needed it but knew she could never ask for it. she was glad he didn't ask permission because she couldn't even grant it. but she couldn't stop him either. She went along for the ride and arched her ass up higher, opening up to him and offering it all as a gift.

As she arched her hips up, he dug deeper with his tongue and invaded her ass. He had not time to be polite, his cock was now throbbing again, ready for the prospect of touching the ass before him. He fucked her ass with his tongue, lubricating it inside and out. He traced a path along her entire cheek so that she would be ready to receive his cock. He wondered if she had figured out his intentions yet. She moaned and pressed back into him, thoroughly enjoying his efforts. "Yes, yes. Eat my ass. Eat it! oh, god, yes." She kept repeating. 

He noticed that her asshole was relaxing. His tongue was getting deeper in and the resistance was less. He knew this was the signal. She was going to be able to do it.

He stopped eating her ass and straddle her legs. Hic cock now waving over her ass like a territorial flag. She lifted up on her elbows and looked back. Startled as he climbed onto her. "What are you going to do?" she asked again with an innocent tone that turned him on unexpectedly. "your ass." He responded. "But how?" She continued to inquire.

His cock twitched in anticipation. He pressed his cock down so that it touched her ass. The warm softness of her skin electrified his cock so that he thought he might cum again unexpectedly right there. "Like this, to start..." he said as he pressed his cock between her ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. He slid his cock up and down, deeply down over her asshole and then back up to the top of her crack.

"Oh..." she said. "I like that.", and laid back down, her face sideways on the blanket. She pressed up again, opening her cheeks slightly so as to allow him to continue. This also allowed him to press a little harder on her asshole each time he went down. She moaned, remembering the onslaught of this same cock on her pussy a little earlier. He slid his cock down lower, over her asshole and thrust into her pussy, deeply. She gasped and responded by pushing back to him. He came out, slid back up over her asshole and back down, into her pussy. He repeated this for a few minutes until he knew she was very lubricated.

On the last stroke, she was arched up to him, her ass open and offered. He pulled out of her pussy and then pressed the head of his cock a little harder against her asshole. He continued to press in until she realized that he was going to enter. She shot up on her elbows and looked back in surprise. "What are you going to do?" she asked yet again, a little fearful this time. He continued to press until her ass began to receive him. She did not move away. "You can't just slide your cock into my ass! It's not- Aahh. Oh no..." 

He reached over and grabbed her hair and pulled back hard so her head was arched up "Ah, shit!" she yelled. But she did not pull away. "I am going to fuck your ass with my cock, that's what I am going to do."

His brute tactic turned her on. She couldn't believe she was responding this way. Here was a guy who was about to shove his cock into her ass and was roughly pulling her hair as he did it and all she could think about was that she loved it. She felt the tip of his cock pressing hard against her ass. She pressed back against him as she yelled her feigned objections. "Not my ass! No you can't!" he pulled her hair harder and she felt his cock pass the inner ring with a pop. "Aw shit yes! She screamed. "Fuck my ass!" he kept the pressure on her hair, keeping her head pulled back and increased the pressure on her ass. 

He felt the warmth of her cheeks surrounding him and desperately wanted to plow in but he promised not to hurt her. It took two to make this work and she was cooperating. He felt her asshole relax a little and his cock slid a little deeper in. POP! Past the point of no return. His cock twitched and throbbed as he slowly filled her with it. He pressed it in until her cheeks were against his hips.

"Ohhhhh good!" she screamed as she felt the sensation of being filled beyond the capacity to be filled. The cock didn't stop it just slid deeper in until she thought she might feel it in her throat. She loved it. "Oh shit, oh damn yes. Fill me up. Fuck me!"

He withdrew his cock slowly, letting her adjust to the motion but kept the tension on her hair. It helped distract from any pain that might arise from the ass fucking he was giving her. He had her pinned to the ground, her beautiful ass filled with his cock. He looked down and watched his cock slide back into her, disappearing between those two perfectly formed ass cheeks. A little faster now, he slid out and back in. he leaned over her so that his head was right next to hers. His right hand pulling her head back by her hair. He turned her head so that he could see her eyes. They begged for mercy but also for more. 

"Your ass is so tight, Jesus I can't believe I am fucking an ass like this. You are so beautiful. I need to fuck you harder! Are you ready? Can you take it?" he demanded. "Yee-ee-eessss! Do it! Fuck me!" she practically screamed and cried. "Ohhhhhhh....." he picked up the rhythm of his fucking, all the way out, deeply back in. 

She couldn't believe how good it felt. It was so taboo, so animal! She lost herself in it. She let him have her ass and anything else he wanted. She had never been taken so completely! His cock was now pounding in and out of her ass. She screamed with each stroke, losing herself in her own animal passion. Her clitoris throbbed along with her ass, responding to each stroke as if it was being fucked and not her tiny little asshole!

He let go of her hair, confident now that she was not in any pain. He leaned back and put both his hands on her ass cheeks. He squeezed them as he watched his cock move between her cheeks. It was a sight he never wanted to stop watching. He was so close to cumming, so needing to cum but he didn't want it to end. He wanted to fuck this ass until he couldn't fuck anymore. This was not to be though as he felt his orgasm rise. 

She felt his cock thicken as he got close. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt. She was already full but now as he prepared to cum, she felt like her ass was being stretched beyond it's ability to stretch! "Oh, Jesus, you're going to cum! You are splitting me apart!" she felt his first blast deep into her ass, then he pulled out of her and came great gushes all over her ass. He grunted and growled as he watched his come drain onto her white ass, he jacked himself onto her until nothing remained. He let his cock drop onto her ass. He spread the cum over her cheeks with his cock. As it began to soften, he gently slid it back into her, slowly sliding it in and out as he came down from his orgasm.

He lay on top of her, spent, his cock still wedged into her ass, her beautiful cheeks pressing against him. They lay like this, breathing and sweating. Neither said a word. They just breathed together, in unison. 

He couldn't remember how long they stayed that way but he was in no rush to be out of her. As he became completely soft, he slowly fell out until his cock was now nestled between her ass cheeks.

...To be continued... 



Solo Dance Evolves



We are in a room, and it is nighttime...the room has no furniture. It is lit by dozens of candles spread in a circle on the floor. More fill windowsills and shelving throughout. The largest window is open and its lace curtains, floor length, billow and lift with the spring breezes making the candles flicker. Though the day has been cool, our dinner, the wine, words shared of love, of swimming in a deep sea together, have generated a heat between us. We’re both inclined to swim deeply within each other tonight. 

The light shines on my naked body. I kneel in the center of the room, pulling gently on my cock with one hand and stroking my balls with the other. I know that nothing turns you on more than watching me touch myself. I sit back on my heels, eyes closed and long hair blowing in the wind. When I open my eyes, I see you...smile at you, which is your invitation. You begin to undress, trailing clothes around the room as you watch me from all angles. When you are finished, I feel you approach me from behind, sliding your fingers through my hair, so soft. I tilt my head back to you and your mouth goes to my throat, teeth raking over it, kissing, tasting my skin. 

I feel you becoming breathless, watching my movements. You see my hands moving, manipulating, squeezing...you reach for my right arm, it's tense and rigid, as hard as my cock. I love your touch on my arm, and flex for you. You reward me by digging your fingernails into my arm. I know you want to be a part of this, but watching is what you love, you crave...The wine gives your walk a familiar sway, and I make a note to dance with you later. I see you get on the floor in front of me, mirroring my position...your knees apart, resting on the heels of your feet. My eyes feast on a lovely surprise…you’ve shaved, giving my eyes access to all your folds, the wetness leaking out of you. My senses immediately summon your taste and it fills me.

You lean back on your left arm and with your right you open yourself up and begin sliding 2 fingers up and down your slit, getting yourself wet all over. You look up to see me watching you, so you spread thighs as far as you can, and begin to insert your middle finger slowly, slowly in and then twisting it out, then rubbing it on your clit...moaning as you do it and getting wetter and wetter just knowing I am unable to remove my gaze. I feel so much love for you tonight…so happy in this dance of joining…our 2 strong personalities finally at peace with merging. Who knew that the combustion of youth would pale against the depths of our love?

You watch me, my hands moving faster now, a little semen leaks out and I wish you could taste it, know that you share your own quickening at the memory of previous tastes. Your hips gyrate slightly with your need, and those fingers continue sliding, in and out while I get closer to my own orgasm, my heart speeding as my body tightens…the exquisite ache intensifying at the base of my cock. My eyes lock with yours…so much said without words. You know my body, and drive yourself onwards, wanting so much to come together with me. I move at a feverish pace, you know it will be soon, and then I gasp, raising myself up off my heels and lean forward towards you and I groan out your name, pumping out hot thick come onto your breasts, your belly, your cunt. You reach out with your hand and rub it all over your breasts, bring some of the slickness down to your opening and you flush, plunge, and swim in that luscious sea again...the candles flicker, you lose your balance, whisper my name to me and you come...hard...long....and I'm holding you up, feeling your body spasm, your heart up in your throat. The room is a blur of heat, light, us…I move my hands to you and work you, keeping you at this plateau....laying you back on the hardwood floor....shadows of your curves from the candles showing me again how beautiful you are, and I plunge into you...your eyes widen in surprise, then your legs are wrapped around me, claiming me, diving into me…lips kissing and biting. Who is pulling whom in deeper? I care not...for I am with you... 



Solo Effort



This story is a work of fact and not a figment of my sexual imagination. However if you are under 18, or offended by frank, open, graphic sexuality of all adult types then please do not read it.

If you are not offended please enjoy.

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I strip.

Naked, I'm feeling horny and my sexual tension and frustration is high. My blood is pulsing throughout my body and nowhere stronger than in my cock. Acorn sized when cold and soft, three inches of decent meat when warm and soft. Pubes short but not shaved, just neat.

It rises and straightens and I feel the strong cock throbbing. It fills out, blood surging throughout the veins and now it's 6 inches long and 5 inches round at the meatiest. Ok I'm not porn star sized but I'm honest. And I'm covered; that is I've a wonderful foreskin which almost covers the cockhead when I'm fully erect. Just a small circle at the tip to see my cum/piss slit and allow the creamy cum to shoot out.

Lying, naked, on the bed legs wide open I cup and roll my balls, gently squeezing and caressing them as if to warm up the contents ready for their explosion high into the outside world later on. For about two minutes I roll them in my hands and fingers feeling their ball contents, playing with the soft, wrinkled, supple skin. Squeezing, kneading, massaging my balls, my eggs, some more, both together and separately, I relax, body ready for the next step. It's nice but not the main course, just the starter so then my thumb hooks around the base of my cock holding it upright.

Leaving my balls I now take my cock shaft in my right hand gently holding it, anticipating the next few minutes. It's the climax I crave but the build up is the anticipation and almost as nice. Should I wank quickly to reach the moment of joy or should I build up slowly, teasing it out to the conclusion. As I enjoy the whole experience it's the latter this time. I want to tease a good load out of those balls, I want to enjoy the slow build up and the stiffness of the cock and I want to maximise the orgasm. 

Hardly holding the shaft just above my pubes I place my thumb on the upper side of the cock and three fingers on the underside. Lightly, ever so lightly, I begin the up and down rubbing motion moving the shaft skin but not greatly moving my foreskin so that it still substantially covers the gland. A steady rhythm; not too slow; not too fast. This is the preliminary to entice more blood into the already engorged cock. Cock head ridge now well pronounced. I keep this light massage going for a minute or two or three and the excitement builds. Blood is tight in the cock now, blue veins standing out proud. Winding their way all around the shaft. A map of pure sex.

But now for the main part and the build up to the climax. I move my hand up the shaft so that the thumb is placed over the gland/shaft ridge and two fingers on the underside with the index finger covering the sensitive spot, the ferenum. And now I increase the pressure of my grip on my cock. Head relaxed, but body tensing, I start a varied pace of masturbation, sometime slow, sometimes fast, up and down, to and fro. I feel the tension and nerves in my body slowly migrating towards the head of the shaft in my hand. My legs start to become restless. Sometimes with soles of my feet on the bed sometimes drawn up to near my balls still flat but with knees bent.

My hips start to rotate and buck. "Invisible fucking" starts as I thrust up and down with my pelvis, with only the soles of my feet and shoulders on the bed. Rotating more, bucking more and thrusting more. Imagining my cock buried in some pussy, ass or mouth. My hand slides up and down the shaft, grip more positive. Sometimes fast and with short strokes, sometimes slow with long strokes pulling back the foreskin exposing my now fiercely purple cockhead. Pre-come flows out of the cum-slit and using my index finger I smooth it around the gland making it shiny and well lubricated. Another drop of pre-come and another spread over the purple head.

Long strokes and fast, then medium speed (fucking speed) then slow, pulling back the foreskin exposing the gland, watching the next pre-cum drop seep from the cum slit. I love the feel of the foreskin alternatively retracting and exposing the head and then covering it. Cock head nerve senses now tingling.

Breathing getting erratic. Heavy. Then shallow. Senses becoming changeable. I'm getting near the culmination of the pleasure. The peek I need. The release I desire. The sensation I crave. 

More stroking of my cock, the head getting more and more sensitive. My free hand is massaging my balls, still loose in their sac: warming up the spunk, teasing it out. My "fucking" is getting more rhythmic. Hips jerking, groin thrusting. My hand a steady movement over the shaft, up and down, my index finger teasing the sensitive spot. I can almost feel the spunk travelling from the balls up the shaft. My free hand cradles, gently holds my balls now with the sac tight. Nearly there. Oh yes....

And then.... I'm there. The world stops, time stops and all sensation is centred on my cock head. Oh God I'm cumming. Oh yes. Mmmmmh. Oh yes. I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING.......

I freeze. My foreskin pulled back to the ridge. No hand movement. My breathing stops, senses of taste, smell and hearing disappear. Eyes glaze over. My body tenses, stiffens, toes pointing. And all my nerves cells are based in my cock, on my purple, sensitive cockhead, glistening with pre-cum. A breath of wind over my mushroom, plum, gland would seem like a hot poker in intensity. Sensation of touch magnified to extreme proportions. My arse cheeks are sucked into my body. Forty five seconds of ecstasy is to follow.

I exhale and my hand snaps the foreskin up the gland and the first blast of cum cream shoots from the slit. Overwhelming sensation, indescribable pleasure. Only a small release of cum, shooting out four inches or so. But a quick flick of the wrist moving the foreskin, back and then up, releases a potent shot. A rope of cum shoots out and lands onto my belly, eight inches or so. My hips buck up high in the air to aid the next release of cum. My body oh so tense, the sensation washing over the whole of my body now. So tense. Almost pain but this pain is extreme pleasure. Coming and going. The cum release is fantastic but the sensation is supreme. My head and neck snap into position watching the sex show, watching my cock. Personal voyeurism.

My breathing stops again. Wrist action rhythm now erratic, not steady as before. Stop then start. Large exhale of breath. The next shot, the third, is the greatest. The explosive force spurts the load of this discharge the furthest. At best it has landed on my cheek but normally travels eighteen inches landing between my breasts. Another wrist wank or two and it comes exploding out of the tiny slit in the cock head flying through the air before it lands leaving a cum trail from its head. I enter the world of spasms, convulsions, erratic breathing, no sense of smell and cock-based ecstasy. Feeling the foreskin glide over the lubricated head I shoot another, and then another, and then another cum cream discharges; these times not as powerful but just as sensationally painfully pleasurable. My cock is the centre of the universe.

Fifteen seconds gone and the tension and sensation seems to drain slightly. Another roll of my hand down and then up the shaft exposing my shiny, slippy gland; purple mushroom of sex. Another spasm and another burst of cum cream this time without any real power only two to three inches, now joining the pools of warm cum lying on my lower belly. And my hand moves up and down my shaft at fucking pace, at orgasm pace, fingers snapping over the ridge, caressing the sensitive spot. Two or three more discharges from the slit strength seeping like lava from the head of a volcano but still shots. Waves of pleasure, pain of pleasure pierce my body, summits and troughs of wonderful feelings throughout. Holding my breath for five, six, seven seconds at a time and then another exhale, it's like this throughout.

And then the sensation, another seizure hits me again; another crescendo; my whole body goes tense and the sensation hits its peak and the world freezes for a second or two. My whole body wracked with pleasure. And the next large globule of cum this times oozes out of the cum slit on the exposed cock head and runs down the upper side of the head and onto and over my thumb whilst the index finger continues to rub the sensitive spot. Down the shaft it streams and starts a new cum pool at the base of the shaft, depending on the angle of the cock as to its final destination. Another paroxysm hits my nervous system. Oh so incredible.

Watching this show turns me on even more. Watching the cum shoot or flow, watching and reading of any male orgasm turns me on. Watching and feeling is better. The personal voyeur again. My cock jerks once more.

And another emission and another; no power just warm, viscous, lava cream flowing down my cock over my thumb or dropping off my cock head depending on the slant I'm holding my shaft at, forming an increasing pool of creamy cum cream. And the secretions eventually reduce and then cease; leaving just a string of cum from my cock slit over my thumb to the pool. Thirty seconds gone.

No spunk any more, just another height of the wonderful sensation washing over my body before spreading out from my cock head and returning to the nerves throughout the rest of my body, fading slowly, arse cheeks still clenched until the sensation has gone. The phenomenon has evaporated and I subside fully spent in relaxation. Slumped onto the bed.

Forty five seconds of sheer ecstasy. Gone. But to be repeated.

I lie there washed-out, for how long who cares? Floating in the after glow of the orgasm. Sated. Senses returning to normal. Cock slowly wilting, its duty done, emissions spat out, relief obtained, tension and frustration gone. Cock returning to normal, now lolling in a pool of cum. Spunk covered thumb. I'm splattered with cum from breast to crotch. Some pools of cum, some strands, strings of cum over my torso. Some run down the curves of my sides.

Eventually I have to clean up. Sometimes a handful of tissues does the job. Sometimes I trail the cum over my body using my finger tips, spreading the cream all over, then rubbing it all in until it dries.

Relaxed and satiated.

Cum with me. 



Solo Exhibition



Kara had been too long alone. That was about all she knew for sure. Brent was on a European business trip: week three of six. Their parting had been steamy and she knew he was going to miss her, but right now she felt empty. Just the idea of his breath on the back of her neck made her weak. "Damn," she thought, "Gotta get laid. Can’t. Damn." She poured ice water from the pitcher, hoping it would cool her, but it didn’t. She had left the windows in their apartment open and the feeble breeze did little to relieve her. She had long ago turned off the lights in favor of candles.

The only other glow in the room came from the computer screen. The time difference hadn’t stopped her and Brent from engaging in the occasional cyber-session. They had joked about it, but it became one way they could feel connected, though on opposite sides of the world. She remembered how wet she had become waiting for his words. No webcam, no audio, just the descriptions of what he wanted to do to her. The deep kisses. The hands caressing and pinching. She felt silly at first, slipping her finger into her panties to rub the aching he had produced, but as his words came faster, she grew slicker until he kept up the barrage of images and ideas until she surrendered, legs open, hand flying, coming. Blinking back to reality, she returned the favor, describing the feel of him, his cock pressing against her, her ass in the air, him slamming into her from behind. She was almost sure she knew the phrase that pushed him over the edge and when the simple word CAME flicked across her screen, she sighed, too. 

But it had been a while since even that. The thought of checking out a little electronic smut had occurred to her and she had certainly taken advantage of it before. Scanning through all the pictures of couples and cocks and women and their friends reminded her of finding her big brother’s skin mags when she was a little girl. Those first images had burned into her until even today the sight of such photos aroused her easily. She jiggled the mouse and entered a few keywords to start her search. 

Voyeurism was the first word she typed and there were literally thousands of hits. "Man," she thought, "how can all these people no know they are being photographed?" After looking, she realized many of them had posed for their shots, more exhibitionistic than voyeuristic. She clicked on links like Shopping Mall Upskirt and Dressing Room Goddess, but then she found one that caught her attention. 

"Naked Kara Kam? This I gotta see. . . ." 

She clicked and made out a grainy image, obviously taken with a low light camera. "This woman really had no idea she was being shot," she thought. "Look at her, at the computer. Cool. I wonder what she’s seeing. . ." 

Kara clicked onto the next shot, larger than the last. "Telephoto lens on that digicam, attaboy… Nice shot of her playing with herself."

She froze. 

The woman in the photograph had one hand in her mouth and the other buried between her legs. Her white tank top the only clothing beside her little bikinis. Kara blushed, reviewed the photo and was filled with a flood of emotions. "How the hell. . .? 
 Fuck. FUCK! SONOFBITCH!" Her temper flared, and if she felt hot before, it was nothing compared with the flame she felt in her blush and anger. Her head swiveled toward the window on her left. Now she saw the open curtains across the breezeway.

They had only lived in the loft for a few months. She had neighbors, people she knew who knew her. She chatted with them every day. Kara liked being downtown, being able to walk to work and entertainment. But she had never foreseen this. She had felt safe in her building until now. But still, as she stared at image after image of herself, stolen by a stranger in her most intimate, private moments, she felt something else. 

Aroused. 

Her breathing was faster, yes, but not only because of this electronic invasion. She liked what she saw. Her nipples tingled as she imagined the anonymous men, maybe even women, who sneaked a peak at her this way. Involuntarily, she raised a finger to her mouth, let it play around her lips, flicking her tongue over it. The hair on her arms seemed to stand up and even in the midst of this heat she felt her sex grow even warmer than before.

Gazing at the pictures, she reached the conclusion that she looked good. Better than she thought she would. "You can’t really SEE anything, but I look hot." And at that moment, she decided to have some fun. 

She giggled to herself and looked back toward the open window. She thought she could almost see someone stirring in the apartment across from hers. The curtains were being blown by n indifferent breeze and there might have been a flash, after all. Emboldened, she turned on a light, stripped off the half shirt she was wearing and padded across the apartment in the simple little bra and panties she had worn all day. She made sure that she turned on a light or two on her way to the stereo. She cranked up the soul music she had been listening to and let the beat move her. 

Kara danced for herself, wondering if these pictures would show up on the same site. She lifted her now sweating glass of ice water to her forehead and cheek to cool down. She let little drops settle between her breasts, then moved the glass until the condensed water dripped onto her stiff nipples, teasing them even more without actually having to touch them. "Get a good shot" she thought as she pulled the cups of the bra down and applied the cold wet glass directly to the erect points. She felt her slit grow wetter and her clit flutter. She swallowed long and hard after draining a long draft from the glass, imagining Brent there, his hands on her neck, his scent. She wondered if the man across the way had ever taken pictures of them together. If he had, she wanted to see them. 

Braver now, she moved toward the window, breasts bare, skin damp. She teased her nipples with a piece of the ice that she sucked and then caressed across her skin. She let a piece melt against her mons, making her tiny panties as wet in front now as they were between her legs, the shaved lips almost visible through the fabric. She picked up the votive candle on the low table.

Without taking her eyes from he unseen, perhaps even absent, man across the way, she let wax drop where the ice water had dripped before. It stung for a moment and then soothing heat flooded her. She pinched her nipples now, rubbed them, and rolled the wax off, her skin so supple after it was removed. She let more dribble onto her breasts, her thighs, her belly. Kara moaned low, as almost without her knowledge, her right hand snaked into the wetness of her pussy. So hot now, she lifted her fingers to her higher lips, inhaled her own perfume and let the hand return to its work.

She noticed a thick pillar candle, sandlewood scented. She raised it to her lips and let some of the wax drip on her chin like Brent did sometimes when she sucked him until he came all over her pretty face. Kara licked two fingertips and extinguished the flame, turned the candle upside down and began to use it as her own little toy. She pulled her lips open wide and twisted the base until it was inside of her. She rode it, one leg up on the windowsill, not caring who might glance up from the street. She came leaning against the window frame, fingers jacking off her clit like a tiny cock, other hand holding the candle to fill her. She had become oblivious to the phantom she had been performing for and was finally, momentarily, satisfied.

When she returned from her orgasm haze, she blew a little kiss in the direction of the window across the way, smiled sweetly and turned her back. Reaching up, she unhooked her bra and, bending down, she slid the panties off revealing her firm round ass fully. She turned, running her hands through her hair, raising her arms to show off her perfect curves, now softened after her orgasm. She blew a kiss in the direction of the window and, naked now, she walked away. 

***********

The next morning, on her way to the office, Kara passed Amy. Like most of the people in this neighborhood, they formed easy alliances amidst the urban chaos. They waved their customary hellos and Amy called her over. 

"Hey, you doing OK? Brent back yet?" 

"No, it’ll be a few more weeks," Kara said as she sipped at her paper coffee cup.

"Oh, then, do you have any plans for tonight?" 

"Nope." 

"Why don’t you come over around 7. Sean makes a mean pasta salad and we have some lovely pictures to show you, if you’re interested." 

Kara almost choked on her coffee as she heard Amy’s next words. 

"Oh, and bring some of your lovely little candles, why don’t you? Sean and I really liked the way the wax looked on your face." 

Without waiting for a reply, Amy smiled, turned and listened for Kara’s following.



Solo For Three



Her mouth fell open and her eyes almost closed, as she realized she really wanted to just keep fucking harder.

She had been talked into going out to see a band when she was tipsy already - her man knew that she wanted to dance that night, and told her after a few drinks who was in town. It was one of those groups that could still make a living touring small venues, and he knew she'd liked one of their songs once. When he said who was playing, she said "hell yeah," and made him wait less than he'd expected to get her to the door.

She only stopped to prepare for a few minutes, and decided to be a little daring as she changed clothes. She kept humming the band's one hit as she did, remembering how her man's cock had felt when she had first heard the song, on a radio that was playing just to cover the sounds of their lovemaking. She'd been smiling whenever she'd heard that song forever.

As they drove to the show, she reminded him again of when she'd first heard it, and could tell from the way he shifted in his seat that he'd not forgotten. Their first stop on arrival was a quick one at the bar in the back of the huge, half-empty room. She could tell he wanted to get her loosened up and on the floor. Maybe even the dance floor first.

They moved up to the fringe of the crowd at the stage - they had arrived mid-show, and there was no way to talk through the noise, or even read lips in the mostly darkened building. He had to use a hand in the small of her back to steer her to a good viewing spot near the edge of the crowd, and she couldn't resist leaning back on him just a little more than necessary as they moved together through the dimness.

She stood in front of him when they found a spot, swaying her hips as she caught up to the music, and drinking quickly to help the music take over. She felt his presence behind her throughout the first song, and felt him move up against her for the second one. It was definitely not his hand in the small of her back that time, and she definitely was leaning against him. She became more and more aroused as she felt him, hard against her.

She laid her head back against his neck, and his arm came around her torso to hold her tight to him as they moved. Just enough out of phase to generate some friction for him, and she could tell that he was staring straight down her top instead of watching the band. Standing there in near darkness, feeling the buzz, ears full of too much sound, she was able to concentrate on the touch of him. Every motion betrayed his need for her body, and she simply closed her eyes and drank that in, letting her own body respond.

He shifted his empty drink to the hand in front of her as she leaned away briefly to finish her own. She nearly spilled her ice as she felt his free hand, still cold from his cup, sneak up the back of her skirt. She made a small yelp that was lost in the music, and held her cup in front of her face to mask her smile. It was hard for her not to feel obvious as she leaned back into his questing fingers, right about the time he realized she'd not bothered with panties for this show.

His hand cupped her ass as he leaned down to say something in her ear. She immediately nodded, and composed herself as he removed his hand. He led her off to the side wall, where several tall circular bar tables stood shaded and neglected, waiting for the house lights to come up again after the performance.

He picked a spot with a fairly poor view of the band, but which was concealed by the angles of the place from most of the crowd. He ignored the small stools provided as he set down his drink on a table, and simply braced his back against the cinderblock wall. She tiptoed up to kiss him, hand moving under the front of his shirt to rest against his abdomen. She'd been sure to chill that hand on the walk over, and she let out a nasty little giggle as he flinched from the cold.

As he smiled back at her, the band moved into the song she'd remembered. The crowd went wild, all attention focused in the opposite direction. Holding his gaze, she nodded quickly, and turned her back to him again. Leaning forward slightly, she put her empty cup beside his, grasped the table, and ground her ass hard against his erection.

His hand quickly pushed her forward, gaining clearance to free his cock. Why not? The room was dim, no one was looking, the music was right... With a few fumbling motions, her skirt was tucked up into its own waistband, his pants were god knows where, and she could feel his rock-hard head pop into her pussy from behind. Immediately she backed up on him until he was essentially supporting her whole weight on his cock. The dark, the crowd, and the music surrounded them as she arched her back enough to lay her head again on his shoulder.

The position was awkward for too much motion, but his arms came around her again - one to brace her beneath her ribs, and one to allow his hand to trace up her inner thigh. He began to stroke almost imperceptibly in and out of her, as his fingers found her clit and started rubbing in time with the song.

In this full embrace, she panted, almost loud enough to be heard. Never had she been so openly surrounded in sex with people all around her. He murmured into her ear how incredible it was to have her all to himself in this crowd, how he wanted to make a stain on the floor with her right in the middle of her song. Turning her head to hear him better, her gaze fell across the nearly deserted bar at the entrance.

The solitary bartender was looking directly at her. Her man couldn't have noticed, her hair must be blocking his line of sight - but a complete stranger was watching her get stand-up-fucked.

She froze for a moment before her mouth dropped open. She was surprised - then scared - then suddenly shuddering with excitement.

Her eyes flickered closed and snapped open, meeting the bartender's across forty feet of empty room. With the lighting and the concealing tables, he couldn't be seeing much detail, but there could be no doubt in his mind about what was happening. She moaned again, mouth wide open this time, and saw him shift to conceal himself better behind the bar. She felt her juices beginning to leak out of her onto her man's balls. The bartender was leaning on the bar with one hand, his other hand was moving suspiciously out of sight, and his eyes were not moving away from her at all.

Close your eyes, she said to her man. She told him to lean back and get fucked, that she wanted to pump him dry during the solo of her song. She leaned back forward against the table, knowing her man well enough to know he did indeed have his eyes closed as he approached orgasm. She arched her back and began fucking in earnest, with quick sharp slams driving as much cock into her as possible.

Her eyes never left the bartender's - she was pointing her body directly at him. She wanted him to want her too, wanted to be the focus of one man's lust while she had another one in balls-deep.

Licking her lips, she moved her shoulders back to thrust her erect nipples against her shirt. She wanted to make a show of this, though she knew he couldn't really see. He was somewhat better lit - she saw his eyes get wide, and the rhythmic motions of his hand could only mean he was jacking off watching her fuck. All of them alone with each other in a crowd, absorbed in the best song the band would play.

The solo began.

Her cunt felt her man swell and explode inside her, bursting in waves.

The bartender closed his eyes and dropped his head for a moment, one arm rigidly braced, one suddenly freezing in mid-motion.

She came so hard she wasn't sure if she screamed. No matter - she peaked right along with the song.

As the music began to wind down, she quickly grabbed napkins from the table and handed them to her man. She stood blocking him from view for a few seconds, straightening her skirt, staring down the bartender as her man got presentable. The bartender simply stood and smiled, breathing heavily.

When her man moved from behind her, she kissed him deeply, and asked him to buy her a shot and get her home, right that second. They vacated the table as the song wound up, leaving a sticky surprise for whoever used it next.

All unaware, her man lead her across to the bar, digging a bill out of his jeans as he finished arranging himself. Lost in the haze of the freshly laid, he didn't seem to notice her eyes staying locked with the bartender's as they crossed the empty space. 

As the song ended, her man arrived at the bar and asked for a tequila shot for her. He promptly lost interest in the bartender as he turned to face the band, listening, smiling, pleased with the night.

The bartender blinked, realizing he was sharing a smaller secret than he had thought. His grin threatened to split his face as his hands worked briefly with bottles, and for a few moments under the bar.

She raised the shot the bartender then silently handed her, their hands brushing just briefly. Her eyes went wide with realization as the glass touched her lips. She paused briefly, gulped the shot, and slammed the glass back down on the bar.

Rather than say anything, she simply opened her mouth wide and licked the lime wedge that he'd provided, as the sound of glass hitting bar brought her man back to attention. She laughed merrily, still not speaking to either one, and half-hugged, half-pushed her man toward the door as the crowd roared in applause for their favorite song's ending.

Her laugh turned wicked as they went back out into the night, with her man laughing too, and teasing her about having been awfully slutty with the bartender.

She'd not yet decided whether she was going to tell him why the rim of her shot glass had tasted salty.



Solo Fun



I am very frustrated and dying for some time with you. The smells, taste, and feel that I love so much

I am sitting at home thinking of you and I and what we could be doing.

I decide that I will sneak into your place and leave you a surprise

I quickly drive to your house and sneak in.

I get myself a coffee and wander into your bedroom.

Whilst drinking my coffee I go through your underwear. The colors and feels are amazing and I love the touch. As I touch each item I imagine you in them. Your gorgeous body wrapping in the lace and satin. I pick a red and black bra and knicker set and lay it on your bed.

Next I go into your wardrobe and touch and rub up against you leather skirt and pants. I get your vibrator down and smell him. I can smell your juices and imagine him deep inside you with me driving him. I imagine the huge orgasm you have as you cover him and my hand with your juices.

I take off all my cloths and slip on your leather skirt. I want freedom to masturbate and feel close to you. Next I put on you red and black lacy knickers. I am hard and already have juices oozing out my penis. Once I have you skirt on and feeling the leather that normally wraps you beautiful arse and fanny drives me insane. I get your leather boots and put them on. I want as much of you on me as I can get. Next I get your leather jacket and also put it on. My penis is so hard is trying to burst our of your knickers.

I lay on your bed and rub myself imagining you are doing it. I close my eyes and pretend the leather and lace is on you and you are rubbing on me. you get my penis and rub it in your hands. you slowly masturbate me with a beautiful smile on your face. You are gentle and caring and rub my chest with your spare hand. You lay beside me. Masturbating me with one hand rubbing the other over my naked chest. I feel the leather and lace and get close to an orgasm but you hold back.

you get up and position yourself over my body. Slowly you slide your hot, wet vagina over my enlarged penis. I rub harder pretending it is you going up and down. I can smell the leather and your perfume on the cloths and bed. I turn your vibrator on place it on my balls. The smells and noise of the vibrator drive me insane. I can see you with your leather skirt hitched up around your waste. Your leather jacket open and the girls bouncing as you ride me.

I can't stop myself anymore I cum and cum and cover your knickers in my sperm. they are drenched with my ejaculation. I imagine it going into your fanny and filling you up. I can see you smile and orgasm as I cum. I think of how amazing it is that I can be inside you for days when you walk around. Slowly I relax and go soft. I take off the cloths and lay them on the bed. I have a rose that I have brought with me and I wrap your sperm soaked knickers around the stem. I leave you underwear drawer open so you can see where I have been. My coffee cup sits on the bedside table. I lock your house and head home having had an amazing time

It's now six o'clock and you arrive home. When you enter the house you sense something is different. you go upstairs and see the mess. You smile when you see the rose and when you grab the knickers you instantly feel my deposit. It makes you hot inside and you decide to enjoy yourself. You strip off and dress in the leather skirt, boots and jacket. As you dress you slowly rub your clit and have numerous small orgasms. Next as the final addition you slip on the knickers that are still damp with my orgasm.

You can feel my cum mix with your juices. You lay down and begin to fondle your tit with one hand while you get your vibrator and slide him in moving aside the wet crotch of your knickers. you turn the vibrator up and continue to squeeze your nipples. You close your eyes and imagine what I was doing. You can see me laying on the leather you have no idea I was wearing it just like you are. Suddenly you get a text with a photo from me. It shows me laying down dressed in your leather and knickers. You get so turned on you stare at the photo and have an instant huge orgasm. Knowing you are dressed exactly the same you drive your vibrator harder. You squirm and clench him with your vaginal muscles. You drag him in deeper and deeper. Your orgasm builds from deep in you tummy. You want it to be huge and soak my juices with yours on you knickers. You get closer and your heart races. You keep pinching your nipple and squirming as you orgasm builds. You can see me pumping you and driving deeper into your inner sanctum. that special place we share and store our combined juices. You orgasm so hard you scream and lurch forward. You are half sitting as you continue to push your massive orgasm out and cover my juices with yours. You slowly calm down and relax. You take off the cloths and store them away but not before taking a photo and emailing it to me.

As you stand your juices run down your shaking legs. you take off the knickers and smell the combined juices. You slowly lick off some of our combined juices and send me an email telling me of the taste.



Solo Girls



Even as a lesbian, I never understood the "Solo Girls" category on porn sites. I always thought, "Why would I want to watch a mousy amateur play with her pussy when I could be watching two or three gorgeous porn girls licking each other's fine forms?" It never made sense to me, so I always passed on the "Solo Girls" in favour of "Lesbian Sex."

The other day, I got curious about the solos. I started wondering if they did what I did when I got myself alone in a room. Would they just be squeezing their little titties for the camera or would they really go at their pussies with giant dildos? I was amazed by what I discovered.

The first solo I watched was a really hot girl geek. Not at all what I expected to find on a porn site. She was perched backwards on a sleek black loveseat that seemed to be inside a greenhouse. There were tropical flowers and greenery all over the place. I loved her right away, with her dark-rimmed glasses, rockabilly red lingerie, and her quirky black haircut. 

She kneeled on the loveseat. Leaning on the back, she showed off her lovely ass for the camera. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them before reaching down to shift her thong out of the way. Her pussy lips were clean and perfect as she plunged her fingers between them. 

I'd never seen any girl in life or in porn fingerfuck herself the way she did. Thrusting two fingers inside, she working her hole hard. From what I could see, it looked like she was rubbing the soft, wet flesh right inside her pussy. In less than a minute, she started with soft whimpers. Soon after, she exploded with pleasured cries. Right away, her fingered pussy started pumping out clear liquid all over the black fabric of the loveseat. I've never seen a girl squirt in real life. I couldn't believe my eyes. It spilled out of her hand, soaking her thong and her thighs. Her pussy made pulpy sounds as she squirted a rainstorm. It just kept coming all over the little sofa. It was awesome.

But that was the end of the video. A mere quickie by female masturbation standards. She'd finished herself off already, and I hadn't even got started yet! But watching that gorgeous girl geek squirt all over the place got me so wet, I got out my vibe and clicked on another "Solo Girl."

Dirty blonde hair with golden highlights. Big, natural, naked boobs with perky pink nipples. This one was girl-next-door pretty with the kind of body I wish my girl next door had. Lifting her huge tits up to her mouth, she licked her nipples in alternation. That got me so turned on. I love watching girls lick nipples, whether they're theirs or mine or somebody else's. 

As she sucked her breast, one pretty little hand snuck insider her panties. She squirmed as she stroked her concealed clit, tossing her head back. When she slipped out of her baby blue panties, I tossed off mine. She spread her legs for the camera. That girl had the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen in my life. It was hairless, it was flawless, and it was gleaming with juice. Her lips small and white, hiding a tight pink slit just drooling for the dildo she picked up off the bed.

When she powered up her vibe, I did the same. I held mine against my clit as usual, and watched the girl for new ideas. She slid her smooth vibrating cock down against her lips, stroking all that pussy juice up against her clit and down her slit. She threw her head back and moaned as she rubbed the outside of her snatch.

Then she went in. I followed suit as she popped that big vibrator inside her slit. She plunged it in slow, then pulled it out slower, bringing her tit to her lips for a thorough lick. After a few thorough ins and outs, she ploughed her cunt with the big toy. I did the same, bringing my feet up onto my chair and forcing my dildo fast in and out of my pussy. Usually, I just worked my clit with the vibe, but this girl was really on to something. It felt so good as it stroked my insides that I came as I watched.

The best thing about being female is multiple orgasms. I slowed down with the dildo, but I knew I'd come again as I watched the girl next door. She had the most perfectly pink asshole I'd ever seen in my entire life. If she'd been on my bed, I would have flipped her upside down and eaten her ass until she screamed. But she wasn't in my bed. She was on my computer. So instead of licking her hole, I watched as she snuck her finger down there and traced circles around it. 

Of course, she made it look so hot I couldn't resist fingering my own ass. She penetrated her asshole with her finger, poking it in and out in time with the dildo in her cunt. With my big vibe still quivering inside my pussy, I put some jelly on my finger and stuck it up inside my asshole. As I penetrated my ass with my finger, I was astounded to realize I could feel the dildo inside my cunt. My finger and my vibe were very close by. Side by side. 

I watched my solo girl and did what she did. The harder she ploughed her pussy, the harder I went at mine. My assring clamped down tight on my finger. The porn beauty was coming, so I let it all out. I came for a second time in a matter of minutes. My pussy trembled. My asshole locked on my finger. I cried out at the top of my lungs, praising the gods of porn.

We came together, my Solo Girl and me. The release felt incredible and I learned a thing or two. Too bad I went so many years thinking they were all drones with nothing to give me. Now every time I want to get off, I bring a Solo Girl along for the ride. 



Solo HMT Adventures #01



May 26, 2009

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #1

Current mood:creative

Heavy Metal Thunder Productions

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Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Chapter One, Bike Thieves

This is one of my earliest heroic deeds from when I first started. Young and dumb I started this quest. -H.M.T.

It all started one night when my younger brother left his bicycle outside in the front yard overnight. The next morning the family and I all found out that the bike had been stolen during the night. 

We reported it to the police, but all they did was fill out a report and tell us, "This kind of thing happens around here a lot, the thieves probably sold it for money to get drugs." 

Realizing that the police were going to be of no help, or even useful at all, I decided to make my own private investigation by going to all our neighbors' houses and asking a few questions of my own. No one saw who had taken the bike, but I did find out that bike thefts had been happening quite frequently in the neighborhood here, and growing worse recently.

After gathering the facts, I came to some conclusions. I figured it had to be someone nearby or even in the neighborhood itself, and that the only way to catch them was to set a trap.

Using my own ten-speed bike as bait, I laid low in the cab of my '72 pickp and waited. 

I waited for hours, though it seemed more like years, reading a boring book by street light to pass time. Just when I finished the book and was about to give up, thinking they weren't going to show up, because either they knew I was there in the cab, or they weren't even out that night, they finally showed up to take the bait. 

There was two of them. They looked to be in their early twenties or younger. One drove a big green pickup, while the other had jumped out at the start of the block, and snuck into yards to grab the bikes, along with a few other items, and throw them into the back of the pickup.

They didn't see me peering slightly over my dash as they grabbed my bike, and reaching the end of the block, the man doing the snatching threw my bike in the back of the truck, and got in the pickup himself, and they began taking off.

"I got them now!" I said aloud hissing it to myself, as I patted the wooden baseball bat lying in the truck seat beside me.

I waited until they were down the street a little ways, before I started my engine to slowly follow them in my truck, without even turning on the headlights. If they stopped, I quickly pulled over to the curb and shut the engine off. 

They didn't seem to notice me there as they hit a few more places in the neighborhood before they finally pulled up to a house and knocked on the garage door. 

I stopped a little ways down the street, and parked my truck on the side of the road. Sneaking down the street with the wooden baseball bat in tow, I got close enough to see the third man, who I instantly recognized as a local pawn shop owner downtown, where I usually went to buy music tapes and video games from, because they were so cheap. Now I knew why. It was probably because they were all stolen goods. 

"Ah, man. This is deep!" I thought whispering to myself, as I kept moving in on them.

They still had no idea I was even there, when I moved in for my strike on them, which told me that they have been doing this for quite awhile, and since they hadn't ran into any trouble before, so they didn't expect to run into any trouble this night either. They were about to be caught reaching their hands one to many times into the cookie jar. 

I took out the first one while the other two were in the garage. I hit him in the back of the head with the bat while he was getting a bike out of the back of the green pickup truck. I was already moving on to the side of the house when he hit the ground unconscious without even knowing what had hit him, and letting the bike fall to the ground with a noisy clatter. 

I was already in position to strike again when the other man from the pickup came out and yelled, "Hey, stupid! You all right? We can't sell damaged goods you know! Stupid?"

That's when I struck, hitting him in the side of his head with the bat, sending him sprawling to the ground also unconscious, but this time the third man saw me, and yanked the garage door down. Before it even hit the ground, I was already throwing it back up, and rushing in. 

The pawnshop owner was already reaching for a handgun that was sitting on a table beside a pocket cellular phone, and spinning around with it, leaving me no choice, but to throw the bat like a spear, as I rushed in towards him. 

"Heavy Metal Thunder!" I screamed, as I released the bat into the air, with all the energy I had. The bat, instead of being a spear, went spinning sideways through the air and caught him in the side with enough force to knock him onto the floor against the wall, and scattering yard tools everywhere. 

Meanwhile, the gun in his hand fired a shot into the roof, and slid out of his grip to the other side of the garage across the floor, spinning as it went. 

Recovering before I could reach him, he grabbed a wood chopping axe from off of the floor, which had been part of the yard tools that had scattered everywhere, and he stood, using the axe as a cane to get to his feet. 

As he raised the axe up and swung wildly above my head, I ducked into a low spinning sweep kick to his legs, and knocked him to the floor. This time though, before he could recover, I knocked him out with a right fist in the left temple of his forehead.

Afterward, I found some rope in the garage, and tied all three of them up together in the garage. Using the pawnshop owner's own pocket cellular phone, I called the police, and told them that their bike thieves were captured, and waiting for them. 

I found my brother's bike, and then mine, and threw them into the bed of my pickup. Also finding a can of black spray paint on a wall, I spray painted on the floor of the garage, "Heavy Metal Thunder was here." 

As I was leaving the police showed up, sirens a blazing, not noticing me leaving.  Someone must have reported the gun shot as well for them to get there that quick. 

The next day, the local newspaper's headline read, "Vigilante Stops Bike Theft Ring!"

The article also mentioned drugs being found on the premises, and that the other stolen property was already being returned to those who had been robbed. 

I smiled to myself as I clipped out the article, and thought to myself, "You know, Big Guy, this could be the start of something."

To be continued.

Next Chapter...

Heavy Metal Thunder makes a new friend after saving him from being beaten up by bullies in Chapter Two Chance Meeting. 

File #-1

Character Star Power: 5

Code Name: Heavy Metal Thunder

Alter Ego: Stacy James Meadows

Aliases: Space Stacy, The Electrical Phantom

Nick Names: HMT.

Allegiance: The Intergalactic Space Travelers and all of their subgroups.

Sub-Groups: All of the Intergalactic Space Travelers.

Rank: Leader of The Intergalactic Space Travelers.

Occupation: At this particular storyline part of his life, he is a high school student, and works at different jobs like stock person for stores, etc. 

Known Relatives: Brother Larry (Billy) William Van Hoorebeke (AKA Metal Wolf, Electrical Boy), Brother Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke (Digital Violator), Dog Buster (Fast Star), Mother Shirley Van Hoorebeke, Step-Father Larry Van Hoorebeke, Real Father Jesse James Meadows, and too many others to list. 

Birth Date: June 5, 1972.

Birth Place: Benton, IL.

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 225 lbs.

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Brown

Known Powers: In these storylines he has none, but later he will become master of electricity.

Equipment: Carries a wooden baseball bat with the words "The Law" spray painted on it, 3 lock blade knives of different length and a chain (will explain more about these later), and anything he can find and use. 

Known Skills: Leadership, Many different fighting forms, and skills required from space adventures. At this point he doesn't have some skills he acquires from the Intergalactic Space Travelers.

Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.

For More Info. See: To many files to list here.

History: At this point of the storylines, his brother Billy and him have returned from a major space adventure (see Trobitronolgy coming soon.). This is before he learns he is a mutant with electrical powers, and becomes leader in the Intergalactic Space Travelers. These are some of his solo adventures.



Solo HMT Adventures #02



May 24, 2009

Heavy Metal Thunder's Solo Adventures #2

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The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures... Heavy Metal Thunder's brother's bicycle was stolen, and Heavy Metal Thunder tracked them down, and got it back.

Chapter Two, "Chance Meeting"

This is yet another story of when I was young. Little did I know then though that this would be the prologue of some things to come. -HMT

I remember it all like it just happened yesterday. It was a sunny afternoon, and I was bored sitting at home. I didn't really have any money for gas to put into my '72 pickup truck, and decided I needed some exercise anyway, so I started to walk up town.

I used to do that all the time. I'd just walk forever it seemed sometimes, but I was young and full of energy. I didn't mind the walks because they let me do a lot of thinking and cleared my head. After awhile, I guess I just got used to them, especially since I never had my own vehicle until recently. 

It was kind of hot, and I was already starting to sweat, as I walked through the city. That's when I saw them. Four young men about my age. Three of them were chasing a fourth and taunting him.

"We're going to get you!" Shouted one.

"You might as well stop and get it over with!" Shouted another.

"We're going to beat you up real good!" Taunted the third.

The young man they were chasing kept running undaunted into an alleyway a little ways in front of me. 

"I hate bullies." I thought, mumbling it to myself, under my breath. "I hope he gets away from them." I remembered when bullies used to pick on me in grade school, and how much I hated it. If it had been three other young men chasing the guy, I might have thought that the single guy had wronged them somehow, and maybe even deserved what he was getting, but I recognized the three in pursuit as notorious bullies from my school, as they got closer to me, and went into the alleyway, not paying me any mind. They already had a target after all. The whole thing started to make me mad.

When I got to the alleyway I looked down it, hoping to see that he had escaped, but what I saw stopped me in my tracks. The alleyway had dead ended, and the three bullies had the one young man cornered against the far wall.

"How are you doing, Matt?" Asked the middle of the three mockingly. I took it he was the ring leader, especially since he was the tallest, and also looked the strongest of the three.

"O-okay, N-ned." Said the one cornered against the wall, as he started to tremble with fear.

"Told you that you weren't going to get away. We're going to beat you now, unless, of course, you got some money." Said the one on the far left.

"Yeah, let's see some money. Wait, you made us chase you. We'll probably just beat you now, and take it anyway." Said the one on the far right.

I had heard enough. It was obvious the one young man couldn't defend himself, or even make this a fair fight. It was time to even the odds.

"Hey, you creeps, over here!" I shouted as I began to walk towards them.

The three bullies turned around as Matt went to his knees, and tears began to run down his cheeks. I knew that he was to scared to be of any real help in this fight, but that didn't matter at all to me. 

"Who are you?" Asked Ned.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Said the one on the far left.

"He wants a beating too!" Said the one on the far right, as he chuckled to himself.

"Why don't you guys pick on someone your own size, like me?" I asked them not even slowing down my stride.

Ned stepped forward and said, "Oh, yeah! You are a dead man! Get him boys!"

I was in striking distance now as my right hand rolled into a fist. "Heavy Metal Thunder!" I screamed and I swung as hard as I could connecting with Ned's throat.

Ned flew to the ground, grasping at his throat, and trying to catch his breath, as the one on the far right tried to make his move. 

I was to quick for him though, and kicked him in the groin. As he bent over forward, I dropped my elbow on his head, and sent him sprawling to the ground, face first.

All that was left was the third one, and as soon as I took one step forward, he had decided that he had seen enough, and took off in a dead run down the way he had came.

The other two groggily recovered, and quickly followed in pursuit of their buddy, still holding themselves where I had hit them.

"Are you okay, Matt?" I asked after they disappeared, and I looked at him still on his knees.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right. Thank you." He said, as he got up, and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Don't mention it." I said. "It was no trouble really, and I don't think they'll mess with you again."

"Hey, man, I owe you. How about coming over to my house for a snack, and a drink? We could even play games on my computer. Come on, it'll be fun. What do you say?"

"Sure." I said. "I've been just walking around town bored anyway." 

As we walked out of the alleyway, and towards his house, he asked, "How come you did that? Why risk your neck for me?"

"I don't know. Don't like bullies, or uneven fights, I guess." I said as I stopped, and pulled out a newspaper clipping from my wallet to show him. It was titled, "Vigilante Stops Bike Theft Ring." 

"The vigilante is me." I said.

"Wow! Hey, man, I owe you one. Anytime you need my help, I'll be there." He said.

Matt and I became good friends, but not the best of friends, however, I would visit with him from time to time. Little did I know then that he would indeed return the favor for me, but that is another story.

To be continued.

Next Chapter Three, The Computer Disk Incident, Part 1 of 3, "The Chase" Heavy Metal Thunder is being chased by armed men for a computer disk he got.

File #: 4

Character Star Power: 2

Name: Matt (Last name not known)

Martial Status: Single

Rank: None.

Occupation: High School Student.

Known Relatives: Mother & Father, names unknown.

Birth Date: Unknown

Birth Place: Unknown

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 145 lbs.

Eyes: Green.

Hair: Brown.  

Strength: 3*

Equipment: Computer.  

Known Skills: Computer skills.

Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.

For More Info. See: None.

History: Minor friend of Heavy Metal Thunders.

*On a scale of 1 to 5. 1. Very Weak. 2. Weak. 3. Average (most people). 4. Strong. 5. Very Strong (Strong as humanly possible.)



Solo HMT Adventures #03



Jun 5, 2009

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #3

Current mood:creative

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Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #3

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures... Heavy Metal Thunder decided to become a vigilante hero after his brother's bike had gotten stolen. Shortly after taking down the bike thieves, he made a new friend, who he had saved from bullies.

Chapter 3 The Computer Disk Incident (Part 1 of 3) The Chase

My name is Heavy Metal Thunder. It's not my real name, but an alias that I've taken to fight crime. I'm glad you could join me here, as I'm sitting on this rock next to the river, with my fishing pole cast into the water, as I'm reminiscing about the past. Come sit on the rocks beside me, and cast your pole out into the water as well, and let me tell you the other story, where Matt returns my favor. -H.M.T.

Running. Running. Always running. From what was the only change that was constant, and even that didn't really matter.

The alleyway was completely dark, as the rain drizzled down lightly. Splashing footsteps echoed throughout the night. In the distance was a faint light, from a light by a door. A shadowy figure ran quickly towards the light. Behind him a couple of trash cans clanged to the ground, and a few mumbled curses could be heard, as the pursuers scrambled back to their feet.

To the left of the man was a fire escape staircase, which led just under the tall building's roof top. With a leap, he grabbed the slippery bottom rung of the ladder. Struggling to hang onto the wet ladder, that was locked in the higher position, and could only be released up above, he wiggled himself into position, and started to climb up. Several flashes of fire could be seen in the distance, but only faint noises came from the alleyway, as bullets danced around him on the fire escape from the 9mm handguns with silencers.

This time it was the shadowy figure's turn to curse, as he attempted to climb the slippery wet stairs faster.

There were a few more shots fired, and then pistols were returned to their holsters, as the pursuers started to climb up after him.

One of the windows was opened halfway, and a light clicked on in a bedroom, as an old lady came to the window, opening it up the rest of the way, and yelling, "What is all this ruckus?"

In reply, the leading pursuer used his wet gloved left hand to push her face back into the window, causing her to fall to the floor, as his right hand pulled out the 9mm, and fired a few more shots, before reholstering it, and climbing again.

"Why I never...!" Stammered the old woman who was grabbing the phone, and dialing 911.

"Ah, ah, ah! Naughty, naughty! Tsh, tsh!" Said one of the other pursuers, who leveled his gun, and shot the phone into pieces.

The now terrified old woman sat there stunned, uncertain as to what to do next. She began silently praying to God that the gun man wouldn't shoot her as well, as the man reholstered his 9mm, and continued the pursuit.

Reaching the top of the stairs, the shadowy figure leaped onto the slippery roof top, struggling to climb up, and getting his pants wet from the drizzling rain running from the ledge, and sliding a little. He managed to struggle up to the roof top, reaching his feet. He leaned over the ledge, taking just a few seconds to look down at the men in suits and ties following him, and to catch his breath just a little before running across the roof top towards the other side.

He was about halfway across the roof top, when a wet gloved hand reached up towards the roof in front of the shadowy figure.

Cursing again, the shadowy figure stopped, and looked back from where he had just came from to see the same scene repeated again. For a brief second, his mind flashed to those zombie films, where hands rose from the dirt of a grave. 

Snapping out of his daze, and thinking quickly, as the pursuers struggled to climb up, the shadowy figure saw his chance. Removing his belt, as he ran across to another side of the building. Quickly he fastened the end to a bar on the ledge, and wrapped one end over his right hand. 

"Heavy Metal Thunder!" He yelled, and jumped over the side.

A few more bullets danced around him as he fell over, and swung into a window, crashing through it, and making a terrible glass shattering noise. 

Letting go of the belt, the shadowy figure rolled to his feet in the room, as a light flickered on. 

"What the hell?" Screamed a black man, with a double barreled 12 gauge shotgun pointed at the shadowy figure, as his black wife laid trembling beside him on their king sized bed. 

Without wasting a second, the shadowy figured man, who was soaking wet, and now had several small bleeding cuts from the shattered glass window, leaped through their bedroom door, and slammed it shut behind him as he went through. 

Ka-boom!  Both barrels went, as the shadowy figure laid on the floor, and the bullets ripped thru the wooden door above him. Buckshot littered the far wall, as the shadowy figure pushed himself to his feet and began to run. 

Quickly, running through the couple's front apartment door, and into the hallway, he saw his chance. The garbage chute in the side wall, which he quickly slid down to the parking lot in the basement, into a huge garbage dumpster, and some really nasty garbage. 

Meanwhile, the black man was reloading, and trying to put on a pair of pants at the same time, just as the suited men entered the apartment through both the front door and the broken window. 

"Where is he?" Demanded one of the suits coming through the broken window.

"Who are...?" The black man started to say, as one of the suits decked him real good and hard, causing the shells to fumble out of his hand, and the suited man took the rifle.

"He went down the garbage chute! Quickly, to the basement!" A voice yelled from the hallway.

Crawling out of the huge garbage dumpster, the shadowy figure (now covered head to toe in nasty garbage) noticed a dirt bike. It was a small motorcycle, with the key still in it, probably belonging to one of the children around here, who even though probably told not to leave the key in it, forgot and left it anyway. Hopping on it, he cranked it several times.

The suits bursted out of the side door, just as the motorcycle's engine reeved up, and the motorcycle went into action.

A few shots were fired missing him, but hitting the engine and the fuel lines, which started some major leaks. Heavy Metal Thunder was just thankful that he didn't get hit, and the motorcycle didn't explode in a ball of fire. One of the suits was smart enough to activate a switch on the wall for the garage doors to start closing.

The race was on. The doors were already halfway down, so Heavy Metal Thunder slid the bike on its side; shoe on the ground to avoid scraping his left leg, and barely made it completely under. As soon as he cleared the garage door, he righted himself, and listened to the voices on the other side of the garage door.

"Open the doors you idiot! He's getting away!"

"Relax, he won't get far on that thing. You hit it. See here is his fuel leaking."

"Right, gather the men. We'll just follow his trail." 

Hearing enough, he reeved up the engine again, and hauled ass down the alleyway, and into the night, as he mumbled to himself, "Damn! All this for a lousy computer disk, and I bet there isn't even a cool game on it!" 

The motorcycle reeved full throttle approximately five city blocks away, before the engine sputtered out, and died completely.

The ride gave Heavy Metal Thunder a little rest, but not much of a one, because he was still quite winded from his run. At least, it wasn't sprinkling anymore, though the clouds hadn't quite gone away yet. 

Noticing a bus stop sign, and seeing the lights of the city bus coming, he left the motorcycle on the sidewalk where it lay, knowing full well that it was now useless, because of all the fluids it had lost, and not to mention all the bullet holes.

Pulling correct change out, he ran to the bus stop, and got on the bus, which only had a few passengers on it. The driver gave him a funny look, but didn't say anything, though he was covered in nasty garbage, and smelled of it still. Sitting alone by a window seat, he watched outside for any signs of pursuit, but didn't see any. He watched, and rode on for two stops, and then got off on the third.

Getting off of the bus, he quickly made his way on foot towards a friend's house he knew was nearby.

Meanwhile, the suits piled into nine separate cars. The cars, they had decided, would go out in teams of three. The leader of each team had a cell phone to call the other leaders if he spotted something.

Team one would follow the trail, team two would ride a block to the right, and team three a block to the left.

"We have to find that guy, or the boss will have our hides."

"Yeah, Mr. Vandimer is not a forgiving man, and if that disk gets out, the whole organization is going down, not to mention the contracts going out for us on our heads."

"Don't worry, we'll find him, because look, there's his motorcycle on the sidewalk."

The leader of team one phoned the other two and said, "We found the bike by following the trail of fluid, be on the look out for him. He's on foot now."

After he hung up, another member on team one said, "I don't think he's still on foot. Look there. A bus stop!"

Dialing zero for the operator, the leader asked to be connected with the local bus station. After hanging up with the bus station, he contacted the other two team leaders. "Stop bus fourteen! It's next stop is Grand and 8th!"

Team three was the first to arrive at the bus stop. Stopping the cars, and parking kind of hidden around the corner, a man quickly exited the lead car, and waited in back of the line for the bus. 

Soon, the bus pulled up, and people got off. Noticing that the guy he was looking for wasn't getting off, he looked around on the bus for him, and saw that he wasn't there either.

Turning to the bus driver, he asked if a young man (which he described to the letter, and added that he was bleeding a little, and smelled of garbage) had gotten on.

The bus driver remembering him because of the smell, and dried blood, and thinking the guy in the suit was either with the F.B.I. or the police replied, "The fellow your looking for got on, rode for two stops, and got off, heading north. I think the stop was at the corner of 2nd and 3rd."

"Thanks." Said the well dressed man, slipping the bus driver a twenty dollar bill, as he exited the bus. 

Calling the other leaders he said, "Damn it, we lost him. He got off at 2nd and 3rd, heading north on foot. Keep searching though, hopefully we'll find him."

"He could be anywhere by now, so keep your eyes peeled." Said one of the other leaders in reply.

To be continued.

Next Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures # 4 Chapter 4 The Computer Disk Incident Part 2 of 3 Old Friend. Heavy Metal Thunder makes it to Matt's house, the figure out what's on the disk, and they begin to plan and prepare to take the disk to the proper authorities.

File #: 5

Character Star Power: 2

Name: Mr. Julius Stein Vandimer

Legal Status: Suspected, but never convicted of various crimes, married.

Rank: Leader of a crime organization.

Occupation: Legally a large business tycoon.

Known Relatives: Wife (Liz). It is unknown of anyone else. 

Birth Date: August 12, 1956.

Birth Place: Sesser, IL.

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 215 lbs.

Eyes: Steel Blue.

Hair: White.

Strength: 4.  

Equipment: Has the money to buy what ever he wants or needs.   

Known Skills: Leader of a crime organization, marksman with rifles & pistols, and an expert hand to hand combatant. 

Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal

For More Info. See: None.

History: Don't want to give away any future plot developments. Right now he is giving Heavy Metal Thunder some trouble, but keep your eyes on him, because he will return again to cause more in the future.



Solo HMT Adventures #04



Jun 16, 2009

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #4

Current mood:creative

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The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #4

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures... Heavy Metal Thunder was being chased by men in suits over a computer disk that he had mysteriously acquired. He managed to give them the slip and head towards a friend's house. 

Chapter 4 The Computer Disk Incident (Part 2 of 3) Old Friend

Good friends are few, and far between. Matt owed me a favor, and it was time for me to see if I could collect. -H.M.T.

Reaching his friend's house, he knocked on the door, and waited for Matt to answer.

"Man am I glad you're home. I need your help, because I'm in some serious trouble." Heavy Metal Thunder told Matt as he opened up the front door.

"Quick, man, come inside, before someone sees you then." Matt said. "You smell, and you are a mess, man. Go in the bathroom, and take a shower."

"Thanks." Heavy Metal Thunder said, as he walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.

"Just a minute." Matt said. "Let me get a robe for you, and then throw your clothes out the bathroom door, and I'll throw them in the washer."

The clothes were already in the dryer when Heavy Metal Thunder stepped out of the bathroom door wearing the robe, and into the hallway meeting Matt, who was coming out of the laundry room. 

"Go on into the living room, and make yourself comfortable, while I get us some sodas." Matt told Heavy Metal Thunder, as he passed him on his way to the kitchen.

After they both were inside the living room, and Matt had gotten them a couple of sodas, they sat on the couch, and Heavy Metal Thunder began to explain the trouble he was in, as they drank.

"It all started when I was going around in the mall. I went there to check out some new clothes, especially jeans, which seems like I'm always running low on because I get them ripped or something, but quickly forgot about all that when I seen three guys in suits chasing another man in street clothes. One of the suits pulled out a gun, and shot the dude. The guy fell to the ground, and then people started screaming and running. I immediately realized the gun wasn't government issue."

"Oh, wow! Then what did you do?" Matt piped in.

"In the midst of confusion, I guess the suits didn't see me, as they drew closer to the man, and prepared to fire again. I picked up one of the metal trash cans. With my battle cry of 'Heavy Metal Thunder!' I charged, and hurled it at them, causing the three to crumble in a heap on the ground. While they were recovering, I grabbed the guy, and pulled him into the elevator, and pressed the button for the third floor."

"Was he hurt real bad? Was there blood everywhere?" Matt excitedly asked.

"Well, I asked the guy if he was all right, and he said that they had only shot him in the arm, but that wasn't important at the moment. I'll never forget what he said next with a solemn face. 'Those guys after me are with the mafia. They are after you now also. Here take this disk, and get it to the police.' He told me, as he pulled it out of his jacket, and I put it down my pants."

"So did you both get out of there? Is he safe?" Matt asked curiously.

"No." Heavy Metal Thunder said sadly. Tears seemed to form in the corner of his eyes, as he fought back his emotions, and continued on with the story. "I had told him that we both were going to take it to the police together, but as we tried to leave the elevator the suits came up the stairs, and shot him in the head. I knew he was dead, and bullets were bouncing around towards me, so I went through a side door. I ran, and the suits came out from everywhere, but I finally gave them the slip."

"So, what can I do to help you out?" Matt asked.

"So, the favor I need is, to find out what is on this disk, and why it was worth a man's life."

"Sure, man. What ever you need. You know I still owe you one for saving me from those bullies." Matt said, as he took the disk from Heavy Metal Thunder, and they both started to walk down the hallway towards the back room where Matt's computer was.

"You know," Matt continued, "I remember that day like it was yesterday. I've ran into those bullies here and there, like at a store or something, but they never say a word to me, not a one, though I can tell they know who I am, by how they turn their eyes from me."

The two of them pulled up a couple of chairs to the computer desk, and Matt booted up the computer, and inserted the disk into the disk drive.

"You do know that if they have a password on this thing, I won't be able to get in, right?" Matt said.

"Well, we have to try." Heavy Metal Thunder replied. "After all a man did die for this disk."

To both of their surprise and relief, there was no password, as the main disk file menu popped up on the screen.

"That's surprising." Matt said. "It's like whoever made this disk didn't care if it was found, or didn't have to worry about it being found."

"They probably had it under lock and key, and a tight security on it." Heavy Metal Thunder said. "I wonder how that guy got a hold of it. I guess we'll never know."

After they both examined the disk's various files of money being laundered, drug shipments, and even a hit list, Matt spoke again saying, "Man, this is deep."

"Yeah, now I know why the suits wanted it back so bad. The reason there was no password, was probably because whoever touched it, that wasn't supposed to, was killed." Heavy Metal Thunder grimly replied.

"We do need to get this disk to the police station, and turn this in." Matt said. "Are you sure you lost them?"

"I'm pretty sure. If they were still following me, then they should have already busted the door down, and killed us both." Heavy Metal Thunder said reassuringly. 

"You're right." Matt said, getting up and preparing to leave. "Let's use my car, and drive to the police station. This disk frightens the hell out of me, and the sooner we get rid of it, the happier I'll be."

"Hold on." Heavy Metal Thunder said, as he got up, and put a restraining hand on Matt's shoulder. "We need to prepare before hand first, just incase we run into them again. Besides I've got to wait for my clothes to get out of the dryer first anyway."

Turning around to face Heavy Metal Thunder Matt asked, "Okay, what do you suggest doing while we wait?"

"Let's look around your house, and see what we can come up with." Heavy Metal Thunder suggested.

After about five minutes time, they had the stuff they needed sitting on the kitchen table.

On the table sat an old t-shirt, a six-pack of beer in bottles, a five gallon container of gasoline, whip cream in a can, water balloons, a kitchen knife, gray tape, a cigarette lighter, and two golf clubs.  

"I know what the golf clubs, and the kitchen knife are for, but what about the rest of this stuff?" Matt asked.

"The t-shirt, beer bottles, gasoline, and lighter are for fire bombs, and the whip cream inside the water balloons might blind their windshields long enough for us to get away." Heavy Metal Thunder replied.

"Good thinking." Matt said, smiling and giving a thumbs up. 

Thirty minutes later, they were ready in the car, and heading towards the police station.

To be continued.

Next Chapter 5 Favor Returned. Will H.M.T. and Matt make it to the police with the disk? Will the mafia suits be arrested? Find out in the exciting conclusion to this three part story.

File #: Really isn't anything to file here, sorry.



Solo HMT Adventures #05



Jun 28, 2009

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #5

Current mood:creative

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Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #5

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures... Wandering around the mall, H.M.T. ran into some suits chasing a man who was in possession of a computer disk with discriminating evidence of illegal drug trafficking. The man was killed, but H.M.T. managed to get the disk and run. Eluding the men in suits, he made his way to an old friend's house. They are now together trying to make their way to the police station, so that they can give the disk to the authorities.

Chapter 5 The Computer Disk Incident (Part 3 of 3) Favor Returned.

Together our backs were against the wall. This time though Matt was in it with me until the very end, even if it meant death for both of us. -H.M.T.

Matt's car rolled on down the street as Heavy Metal Thunder thought about what had happened to him so far today.

He had run into a guy at the mall, who was being hunted down, by men in suits, because of a computer disk. Heavy Metal Thunder tried to save the guy, but the guy died, and left him with the disk.

For awhile he was on the run with it, and still sort of was, but he finally gave the suits chasing him the slip. He then went to Matt's house, saw what was on the disk, cleaned himself up, gathered a few items of protection (just in case), and they were now on their way to the police station to turn the disk over to the authorities to handle.

He was glad it was finally going to be over, because he was getting to tired of running. He was getting totally exhausted, and was just wanting to go to bed soon. Heavy Metal Thunder kept his thoughts to himself, as he dazedly looked out the window at the scenery, not really paying any attention to the three stretched limos passing by the opposite way. 

In the leading stretched limo, eyes were peeled looking everywhere. "Hey, that's him we just passed! I don't think he saw us." Said one of the suited men to the rest of them.

"Good. Turn around, and follow him from a distance, and I'll inform the other group leaders." Said the leader of group three of the suits.

The three limos pulled over on the side of the road, and turned around following Matt's car from a distance.

Though the limos had gone unnoticed by Heavy Metal Thunder, Matt being fully alert to anything suspicious noticed it right away. Especially since there was no other traffic on the streets currently. Stretched limos in general were out of place around here, and he had kept his eye on them the whole time as he passed them.

"We've got company. Those three limos that just passed us turned around, and are now following us."  Said Matt as he started to speed up. "Guess if they have money for expensive suits, they have money for stretched limos as well."

Snapping out of his daze, Heavy Metal Thunder turned around in his seat, and looked back noticing the limos for the first time. "Yeah, that's them." He said. "Slow down, and let them catch up, so we can hit them with these."

"Okay!" Said Matt, as he started to slow down some.

Heavy Metal Thunder readied himself for attack by grabbing one of the bottles with a rag in it and the lighter.

The limos got closer and were finally in range. With the lighter Heavy Metal Thunder lit the rag in the bottle. "Heavy Metal Thunder!" He screamed when he threw the first one. It hit the hood of the limo, and burst into flames, but other than that it did nothing else. 

"You have to do better than that kid!" Said the driver of the limo to the other suits, some of which were pulling out their weapons and trying to get into a firing position in the windows. 

"Damn, that didn't work! Maybe this one will! Heavy Metal Thunder said aloud as he lit another one, this time throwing it on the road in front of the car.

It exploded underneath the car, catching the driver side tire, and causing it to blow as well. The limo swerved severely, flipped over twice, and came to a stop upside down, as the other two limos swerved around it. 

"Yes! It worked!" Shouted Heavy Metal Thunder, as he watched the suits crawl out of the wreckage. "The other two limos are still on our tails though!"

A guy in the lead limo popped halfway out the passenger side front window of the limo with an uzi, and began firing shattering Matt's back windshield, as Heavy Metal Thunder threw a third bottle. The driver of the limo swerved to miss the explosion, causing the suit with the uzi to fall out face first on the asphalt.

"Oh, that had to hurt!" Said Heavy Metal Thunder throwing another one, but again the driver swerved and missed it. "Two left. The driver will probably avoid them both if I throw them separate, but maybe a double shot..." Heavy Metal Thunder pondered as he lit both and threw them together. It worked. The driver of the limo swerved to try and avoid one and ran into the other one. The limo skidded sideways out of control, and rolled off the side of the road landing on it's side. The third limo swerved around it, and kept on coming.

"Shit, one left!" Heavy Metal Thunder shouted. "There's a street up ahead, so turn down it!" He readied the box of whip cream balloons. He waited for the perfect time and then released them all at once.

Matt was already turning onto the street, as the whip cream covered the windshield of the limo. He didn't even bother slowing down, causing the tires of the car to lift off the ground, and for an instant they both thought they would flip over the car, until the tires touched down on ground again. 

The limo finally activated the windshield wipers, and realized that Matt and H.M.T.'s car had turned off a ways back. Trying to turn around way to fast, the limo swiped an oncoming car, and then flipped over themselves.

"Yeah!" Shouted Heavy Metal Thunder. "We did it!"

"Barely. Listen, the police station is just a couple of blocks from here. Keep an eye out for some more of those suckers." Matt said, but there were none as they reached the station and parked.

They quickly went in, and asked to speak with Chief Mike Goodwater, who they then explained everything to, and gave him the disk. The Chief, for his part, showed interest, reviewing the disk on his own computer, asking and criticizing their behavior and actions in all this, as he wrote notes down in on a pad of paper. 

"Well, all in all, you boys did good. I'll handle it from here, and make sure they don't bother you again." Said the Chief, as he ushered them out of his office, and on their way. 

As they left, another dude in a suit entered. They didn't see him, but he was an older gentleman. He went into the Chief's office, and closed the door behind him.

"Good, you're here, Mr. Vandimer. Take this and go. You're lucky, they just came in and talked to me. I can bury this, but if something were to happen to those boys, then I would have no choice, but to bring you down. Do you understand?"

"Yes, it'll end here. I'll clean up my mess in the streets.  I warn you though if those boys interfere with me again, I'll take care of them permanently. Thank you, Mike! I owe you one." 

The suit said as he left a roll of hundreds on the desk, picked up the disk, and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind himself as he went. The chief quickly pocketed the money, and went about his normal routine. 

Heavy Metal Thunder watched the television news and read the papers for a few days thinking to hear news about the police bust, but soon realized that there would be none.

Calling Matt one day he commented, "They buried it. The police chief was probably paid off. It was a draw, and they let us go with our lives, but this isn't the last time they have heard from me. There'll be another round someday."

Matt replied. "Well, count me out for round two. We're even now, and I'm in major trouble with my folks about the car damage."

"Ah, here we are, at last, at the end of my tale, and I see you've caught quite a few big fish there."

"It would be years later that I would learn the power of my battle cry, and carry the true weapons of my trade. I will learn to draw energy from the music, shoot pool extremely well, and make the electric guitar sing like the best of them. I would also find romantic interludes in my war on crime, and even return to fight another battle with the suits."

"But all of that is another story in it's self. I hope you, the readers, have enjoyed my tale so far. I want to encourage you to write comments, and tell me if you want more, or, at least, what you thought of it good or bad."

"Well, until next time, this is HEAVY METAL THUNDER! Signing off." -H.M.T. 

To be continued.

Next Chapter 6 A Day at the Beach. Heavy Metal Thunder tries to relax, but trouble always seems to follow him everywhere.

File #: 7

Character Star Power: 2

Name: Chief of Police Mike Goodwater.

Legal Status: Married, Chief of Police, with no criminal record, despite his shady business dealings.

Rank: Chief of Police.

Occupation: Chief of Police.

Known Relatives: Wife (Marilyn), son Walter, and to many others to list here.

Birth Date: March 5, 1962.

Birth Place: Sesser, IL.

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 265 lbs.

Eyes: Green.

Hair: Graying Brown.

Strength: 3

Equipment: Standard Police Issue.

Known Skills: Leadership and management, able to cover things up, standard police training.

Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.

For More Info. See: None.

History: Him and Mr. Vandimer have more in store for Heavy Metal Thunder, so stayed tuned.



Solo HMT Adventures #06



Jul 9, 2009

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #6

Current mood:creative

Heavy Metal Thunder Productions

Presents...

Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures...Heavy Metal Thunder began to become a vigilante when thieves stole his brother's bike. He ended up saving a new friend from bullies, to have that friend help him get a computer disk to the police, while on the run from men in suits. With that fiasco behind him, he has decided to take the day off, and rest at the beach.

Chapter Six 

A Day at the Beach

You ever have one of those days, where you just want to get out, and just relax? So you gather up the things you need, head out, and just do it. When your someone like me though, trouble just seems to follow you around, or, at least, it did me this day. -Heavy Metal Thunder

Heavy Metal Thunder made his way on foot towards the beach. He loved to go on long walks just for the exercise anyway, and had the urge to just relax at the beach for the day. On his back was an old army duffle bag, that had one time belonged to his father, who had served in Korea. In his right hand he carried a guitar case. 

He had dressed for a nice relaxing day at the beach as well. He wore black tennis shoes with white tube socks, black shorts, a black muscle shirt, and a pair of sunglasses. On his right shoulder was a tattoo that said, "Heavy Metal Thunder" with the words "Heavy Metal" in cursive, and the word "Thunder" inside a lightening bolt. Above the words on the tattoo was a guitar rift in flames. He had gotten the tattoo recently, after he realized that was what he has become known as, and even came up with the design himself.

The day was clear and sunny, with the temperature about in the upper nineties somewhere. As he walked, he had began to sweat as well, but he didn't mind, after all a nice relaxing swim in the lake would cool him off nicely. 

It was still morning, though late morning, and the beach didn't have many people there yet. He walked while scanning the few people already there, and found a secluded section, that no one was really at yet. He decided that he would set up his stuff there. 

Reaching the spot, he set down the guitar case, and took a knee in the hot sand. He removed the duffle bag from his back, and began the process of setting things up. First, he pulled out a beach towel, and spread it out. Second, he pulled out a folding lawn chair, and set that up as well. Third, he pulled out a small cooler which could only hold about a small six pack of sodas, and then set it beside the chair. Lastly, he pulled out a stereo that played tape cassettes, and a small cassette tape case that held about twenty cassette tapes, which all had heavy metal music on them. He set that up on the towel, but didn't turn on any music just yet, because he was going to go for a swim first.

Sitting in the lawn chair, he removed his shoes, socks, and shirt. Then he padded his way through the burning sand towards the lake for a swim.

*   *   *   *

The "Cobra Strikes" gang pretty much owned this section of town, and especially ran the beach here. This was their turf, and they pretty much did whatever the hell they wanted to here. The police used to patrol this area of town, but thanks to their constant attacks on them whenever they did show up here, the police no longer patrolled this area, and would only come here when absolutely necessary, and only then in great force. 

In other parts of town, there were warning signs of how dangerous this area had become. Posters adorned walls warning of the high crime rate here, especially at bus stops, and public community services centers. The "Cobra Strikes" gang was particularly proud of this. 

All members of the gang wore red bandanas, to symbolize their unity. Anyone in the gang recognized others of this gang immediately, but others, except for police who were quite aware of what the red bandanas represented, usually thought it was just a fashion statement. 

Usually in the early afternoon, they would begin to gather at the lake, so they could get high, and figure out what they were going to do later that night. Usually, if no one messed with them, they pretty much kept to themselves, but if people started getting on their nerves, stepped up to them, or if they have had bad run ins with a certain somebody before, then they wouldn't hesitate to step up and lay a hurting on people. Of course, if gorgeous ladies were there, they would be harassed, and if someone had something they happened to see, and they decided they wanted it, then they just took it. 

The "Cobra Strikes" gang pretty much had it made here. They had connections with a pretty powerful individual, who supplied them with drugs, and only occasionally asked for other things in return. He also kept them informed of local police actions, and if any other trouble was coming their way. It was a pretty sweet deal. 

*   *   *   *

It was beginning to become later in the afternoon. More and more people were gathering on the beach, and were starting to get closer to Heavy Metal Thunder. No one bothered him though, and no one complained about his music, and he even thought a few others were enjoying his music as well. 

He had fun swimming, and was now just relaxing, and enjoying the view of some of the hotter females running around on the beach with bikinis on. It was beginning to be a good day at the beach. 

*   *   *   *

Sammy, and his two hommies, noticed the dark haired dude sitting on the beach, but they had no real beef with him, other than the fact that he had bad taste in music. They didn't really pay him any mind though, because they had more immediate things to do right now, like get high. They made their way up the beach to a secluded spot, and began to get their stash set up for a fix. All three were black males, and wore red bandanas on their heads, mostly because they were part of the "Cobra Strikes" gang, but mostly to keep the sweat from their bald heads from running into their eyes. 

They quickly done their business of getting high, and made their way back to the beach before anyone suspected what they were up to. There wasn't enough of their gang here at the beach yet, to totally do whatever they wanted, so a little discretion was in order. 

The dark haired man laid in a green lawn chair on the beach. Beside him on the ground was a huge boom box with lots of heavy metal tapes all sitting on a beach towel. On the other side was a guitar case, and in front of the green lawn chair was a small cooler. Sammy was watching him, but currently only out of curiosity. 

The dark haired man listening to the music pulled out a soda from the cooler, and opened it up. He then causally took a drink. He then put the soda in a little cup holder on the chair, and opened up the guitar case and pulled out the guitar inside, putting it on his lap. 

"Hey, let's get some real tunes of our own going. Break out that radio of yours, and get some rap going here." Sammy told his hommies. One of his hommies pulled out the boom box he had been carrying, and started fiddling with the dials. Rap music started playing, but they could barely hear it, so he kept fiddling with the dials. 

Heavy Metal Thunder begun playing the guitar by ear with the song that was playing on the boom box. No one really knew who he was though. Some thought maybe he was with a band, some thought maybe he just played guitar, and some didn't think at all, and just enjoyed listening to the music. 

Even though Heavy Metal Thunder was playing his guitar, he couldn't help but to notice a small commotion going on. A small group of black males were sitting a little away from him. They were trying to get their radio to play rap music louder then the heavy metal music he was playing, but their radio was no real match for his radio and guitar. Even from this distance from them, he could tell that they were mostly high, and on in particular was getting quite frustrated. 

Sammy was getting quite frustrated now. He didn't know if it was his high getting him this way, or what, but he was getting really sick of the heavy metal music. He couldn't take it anymore. 

"I'm going to put an end to that noise over there, even if I's got to kill 'em." He said as he popped out a switchblade knife, and walked over towards the dark haired man. 

Not being blind, Heavy Metal Thunder saw him coming with the knife, and just kept on casually playing.

"Yo, cracker, shut that off, or I'm going to slice you, but good!" The black man screamed, as he kicked Heavy Metal Thunder's radio over and off.

"I was done playing anyway, because I'm more in the mood now for a good brawl!" The dark haired man said to Sammy's surprise, as Heavy Metal Thunder leapt to his feet and swung his guitar into the side of Sammy's head in one fluid motion. The guitar shattered, and Heavy Metal Thunder watched as the black man went flying backwards into an unconscious heap on the ground, and the knife fell out of his hand and into the hot sand, practically burying itself. 

People who were nearby, began to gather up their belongings and head out of the area. The other two black guys got up, and pulled out weapons of their own, while Heavy Metal Thunder reached into the old army duffle bag for four items he was hoping not to have to use today, but had kept them stashed there hidden until now.

Three of the items were lock blade knives that looked the same, but were all different sizes. Heavy Metal Thunder had been thinking of using these only recently. He knew after his recent troubles, that he could only take out weapons with other weapons. A gun would be way to much trouble, not only with the law, but also to conceal. But these were perfect. Easily hidden, easily explained if necessary, and he even gave them personal meaning. The smallest stood for self protection, the medium sized one stood for protection of innocents, and the largest was for fighting evil. He even practiced for quite awhile at throwing them for precision targeting. 

He opened the lock blade knives and placed them between his fingers on his left hand. Then he pulled out the fourth item, a small chain that bound the knives onto his hand, and bound the meanings together. In ancient times, somewhere in the orients, Heavy Metal Thunder had heard, weapons were banded in a certain part, people learned how to use common ropes in fighting, to subdue attackers. He could do this with the chain. He could also use it like a whip, or even as a brace knuckle substitute. 

He stood up, revealing his weapons to the two approaching black men, and for the first time the young black men noticed the tattoo that said "Heavy Metal Thunder" on his right shoulder. 

The young black men were now hesitant to attack, as the dark haired man started walking forward towards them. 

"If it's a brawl you guys are looking for, then you just found one!  Heavy Metal Thunder!" He said, as now he was trotting towards them. 

"Hey, man, I ain't tangling with him." 

"I heard about him, and if he's even half as bad as I've heard, we ain't got a chance in hell of fighting him on our own!" 

"Let's get out of here!"

The two young black men went running as fast as they could, leaving their things and even their buddy behind them. "We have to tell the other's that the guy Mr. Vandimer warned us about is here!" 

The dark haired man stopped, and went back to the lawn chair. The young black man, who had been hit by the guitar, was starting to stir. Heavy Metal Thunder stood above him. Sudden realization of who the dark haired man was filled his brain. 

"Uh, oh!"

The young black man got up stammering. "I didn't know it was you..."  And started to haul it out of the area.

Heavy Metal Thunder turned back to his things. He folded up his lawn chair, and stuffed it back into the army duffle bag. He then put the tapes, beach towel, small cooler, knives, and chain into the duffle bag. He examined his boom box, and was relieved that it wasn't damaged , even though his guitar was shot. He put the boom box into the duffle bag, closing it up. He picked up the busted guitar and put it back into it's case as well. 

Placing the duffle bag back on his back, he picked up the guitar case up to leave. On the way out, he dumped the guitar case in the trash. No use keeping it, because there was no way to fix it, and he would have to just buy another one anyway. 

"Can't even enjoy a day of peace at the beach." He mumbled to himself, as he made his way towards some buildings away from the beach. 

To be continued.

Next Chapter Seven, Introducing the Blond. Heavy Metal Thunder saves a blond girl from this gang as well, could he be falling in love with her? Stay tuned, and find out.

File #: 13

Character Star Power: 2

Name: Cobra Strikes Gang

Legal Status: Many have criminal records.

Rank: None.

Occupation: Free criminal agents.

Known Relatives: Various.

Birth Date: Various.

Birth Place: Various.

Height: Various.

Weight: Various.

Eyes: Various.

Hair: Various.

Strength: Most are between 3 and 4.  

Equipment: Various items they use as weapons.  

Known Skills: Bullying, drug dealings, violent crimes, & thieving.

Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.

For More Info. See: Mr. Julius Stein Vandimer

History: This gang of thugs are not directly controlled by anyone, but they do have a truce with, and sometimes take on jobs for Mr. Julius Stein Vandimer. Stay tuned to see how Heavy Metal Thunder will be dealing more with them.



Solo HMT Adventures #07



Oct 6, 2009

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventers #7 Introducing the Blond.

Current mood:creative

Heavy Metal Thunder Productions

Presents...

Copyright protected on October 2009

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental.

Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience.

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures... Heavy Metal Thunder began to become a vigilante when thieves stole his brother's bike. He ended up saving a new friend from bullies, to have that friend help him get a computer disk to the police, while on the run from men in suits. With that fiasco behind him, he had decided to take the day off, and rest at the beach, however, trouble even followed him there. The Cobra Strikes Gang controlled the beach, and a few of the gang members confronted him. After beating one the others realized who he was and ran off. Now Heavy Metal Thunder was leaving the beach. 

Chapter Seven

Introducing the Blond

My day off at the beach was ruined, or was it? Can you truly say your day was ruined when the love of your life walks into it? -H.M.T.

Heavy Metal Thunder was now leaving the beach, and walking along the lake back towards his home. Up ahead of him on the road to the left was a set of steps leading down to another section of the beach, and to the right was an alleyway between to buildings. 

As he got closer to the alleyway, he began to hear a commotion going on inside the alley. Sounded like raised male voices, and they were saying some rather rude and crude things. Thinking there might be trouble he set his bag down, digging out his three lock bladed knives and chain. He set them up in his lefthand, and crept closer to the alleyway entrance. 

The punks in the alleyway were just having some fun. The "Cobra Strikes" gang all wore red bandanas. While several of the punks were getting high on several different types of drugs, about three were harassing a beautiful blond lady, and attempting to rape her, while the others were egging them on. 

The three had her surrounded, and kept reaching for her threateningly, while saying derogatory remarks. Sometimes there hands snatched at her clothes or hair, others times their hands reached for her behind or breasts, as she slapped them away. 

Heavy Metal Thunder could tell she did not like this, and that she was scared and begging them to stop, as tears messed up the make up on her face, and ran down her cheeks. He also knew he had to do something quickly, before they really began to get serious. So he quickly decided to make his move. 

One of the "Cobra Strikes" gang members grabbed at the blond woman's pants, this time not letting go. "Come on lady, let's she what you got!"

That's when Heavy Metal Thunder appeared and said, "She said, 'No!' Gentlemen!" As he knocked out the nearest punk with a strong right cross punch to the temple.

The one holding her pants looked up startled that anyone would stop him, and released his hold on her pants. The lady once freed ran off crying down the alley to freedom. The two punks who were attempting to rape her, were now to busy staring at Heavy Metal Thunder to notice her leaving. 

Unfortunately for them, while they stood there taken by surprise, Heavy Metal Thunder never stopped moving. A black shoe caught the pants grabber in the jaw sending him flying into the wall, and into the blackness of unconsciousness, as he crumpled to the ground. 

Before the pants grabber hit the ground, a spinning back handed right punch caught the other punk in the nose, blood gushing out, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he crumpled to the ground. 

Standing there triumphantly, Heavy Metal Thunder now stood where the four had been. Suddenly, the other "Cobra Strikes" gang members started coming out of their surprise, and began to advance towards him. Heavy Metal Thunder, realizing that the blond had a good idea, turned and took off in a dead run back towards the beach behind the alleyway, sliding the knives and chain into a pocket.

He ran down the stairs towards the beach, but as the gang followed him down towards the beach he began to realize that many other gang members were here on the beach itself. Quickly realizing he was trapped between two mobs, he managed barely to circle back around behind the ones that chased him originally. 

He had only one place left to run with the mob of punks back behind him again now, back to the stairs up to the road from the beach. He ran hard and fast. Heavy Metal Thunder thought, "Sometimes you just can't handle a mob, especially if they out number you a million to one. At least though, they haven't started firing guns at me like the men in suits."

He finally made it to the stairs, panting hard and trying to catch his breath, with the mob close behind him. About halfway up, with the closest mob punk about four steps behind and wielding a pipe, the noise of a reeved motorcycle engine could be heard at the top of the stairs. Heavy Metal Thunder, still in a dead run, looked up and saw the punk on the motorcycle, who smiled and said, "You're mine!"

Pulling a rather thick chain from a saddle bag on the motorcycle with a whip like motion he started twirling the chain in the air, and reeved up the engine again as he began rolling the motorcycle down the stairs towards Heavy Metal Thunder. 

Several "Cobra Strikes" gang members took this as a hint to jump over the railing or to run back down, but several stayed watching, either in surprise to scared or just plain to stupid to move, hoping that Heavy Metal Thunder would now get his the hard way.

Without bothering to even stop running Heavy Metal Thunder leaped into the air just before the motorcycle got to him. With a scream, "Heavy Metal Thunder!" He jumped towards the driver, clearing the motorcycle handles, and knocking the driver off of the motorcycle with a sort of football tackle. The chain went flying out of the motorcycle driver's hand and over the stair rails, as Heavy Metal Thunder used the motorcycle driver to absorb the shock of the blow as they both hit the stairs hard. 

The force and sudden shock of the hit to the stairs knocked the motorcycle driver unconscious, but Heavy Metal Thunder acrobatically rolled up the stairs, and he barely regained his footing enough to begin running again. 

Unfortunately for the punks on the stairs still, the motorcycle kept going, and knocked them to the bottom of the stairs. The motorcycle wasn't really damaged, but several punks laid sprawled out on the ground.

Heavy Metal Thunder kept running up the stairs unopposed now that the punk on the motorcycle was down. A couple of the punks, who had jumped over the railing, pulled out guns now, and started shooting, but they missed, just barely, as he came to the top. 

Just as he cleared the steps he noticed that the mob was starting to climb them again. Even though the shooting stopped, Heavy Metal Thunder couldn't help but think, "So much for this being a little different from the suits." 

Seeing his bag where he had left it before he ran and grabbed it up, just as the mob began to reach the top of the stairs. 

Just then the blond haired woman, who was in the alley, pulled up in a black convertible, with the top down. Throwing the bag in front of him into the back seat, Heavy Metal Thunder jumped in yelling, "Go!" With that the convertible squealed the tires, leaving black marks behind on the black top road, and took off, as several more bullets flew past the car. 

Meanwhile, the punk, who had been on the motorcycle, regained consciousness, and now in a fit of rage, made his way back for the motorcycle again. 

"Thanks for saving me."  Heavy Metal Thunder said.

"Don't mention it, you actually saved me, and I couldn't leave you there to die by those animals. By the way, my name is Samantha Wilson." She said, brushing some blond hair out of her eyes, and looking in the rearview mirror at Heavy Metal Thunder. 

"Nice to meet you Samantha, like the tattoo says, I go by Heavy Metal Thunder. So what happened to get you in that mess?" Heavy Metal Thunder replied, as he sat up in the back seat.

"I was on my way back to my car, after doing some shopping, when they pulled me into the alley. After you came to my aid, I ran back to my car again, but as I was about to leave I noticed that you were way outnumbered and in trouble, and I decided to return the favor by helping you." She said with an inviting and comforting smile.

Meanwhile, the mob at the top of the stairs had stopped pursuit, except for one person who pushed his bike back up the stairs. 

"I'll get them both, and make them pay!" Shouted the punk, as he made his way through the mob, and then mounted his motorcycle.  "I'll make them pay for ruining my fun!"

The motorcycle was reeved up full throttle and wide open. The tires squealed, and actual white smoke appeared. Hesitant only for a second, the bike launched forward leaving a trail about twenty feet in length of one long black mark. 

The speed began to build, as the driver thought of his revenge. 30 mph...40 mph...50 mph...60 mph...70 mph...80 mph... 90 mph...100 mph...110 mph...120 mph... 121 mph...122 mph...123 mph...124 mph...125 mph... and it was now going off of the speedometer, and was still building up speed.

Rain started to sprinkle at first, and then pounded with full force and fury causing the roads to become slippery under his motorcycle's tires. A car in front of him was going way to slow, so he had no choice, but to pass it. Just as he was to the side of the car, a huge diesel engine box truck came around the curve. Suddenly realizing the unavoidable collision, both drivers, scared stiff, slammed on their brakes. The motorcycle and its driver were ran over and killed by the huge truck, as the terrified truck driver desperately tried to come to a stop.

That particular "Cobra Strikes" gang member would never again forcibly pull women's pants down again, but unfortunately the truck driver wouldn't live long enough to realize the good deed he did, or to do anymore good deeds, as the mob had been watching this, and were already on the move towards him. 

To be continued.

Next Chapter Eight, Planning Session. Heavy Metal Thunder plans what to do about the gang, while chatting with his new girlfriend.

File #: 14

Character Star Power: 3

Name: Samantha Wilson. 

Legal Status: Single, with no criminal record.

Rank: None.

Occupation: Student in high school.

Known Relatives: Debbie Wilson (mother), Mark Wilson(father, a police sergeant), and many others not talked about.

Birth Date: October 6, 1971.

Birth Place: Sesser, IL.

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Eyes: Green.

Hair: Blond.

Strength: 3.

Equipment: A black convertible car.

Known Skills: A driver's license & student.

Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.

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History: So far rescued by Heavy Metal Thunder, and is developing a love interest in him. Stay tuned to see how this love affair is going to turn out.



Solo on a Train



Having just read his account of me bringing myself off with his phone in the bar that night - I just had to tell him about another time when I did something similar. It was almost a year earlier, when I indulged myself for most of a long commuter ride home from the city. It wasn't the only time either, but I'll just tell you about this one for now...

Rush-hour got a new meaning for me that day - I had just done my shift, and was huddled bored and alone, sat there ten minutes before departure in the first compartment of the mostly empty train carriage - its engines running and vibrating steadily while it waited at the terminus station, ready to be filled by yet more solemn commuters going home.

Being naturally horny pretty much all the time, and especially so when bored, I was habitually sliding in and out of that happy-place, where my day-dream fantasies lived; and the train's vibrations were beginning to have a predictable effect, a situation not helped by the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties, or a bra under my habitual skin-tight clothes.

I glanced along the carriage, still seeing only a few others in there with me, but no one close by. Outside, a loose crowd of rushing commuters were flowing past my window seat in a steady mass, heading for the middle and forward carriages, their attention locked ahead with only the occasional one glancing in through the windows when passing - a lonely soul looking for another lonely soul, no doubt.

An idea occurred out of that observation - the timing before departure felt like it fitted, and my time on the stage had taught me that the scene was now definitely set, and must be acted out - I smiled.

Putting my feet up on the seat opposite, I gave the carriage a last look before lightly brushing a hand over my breasts, letting the thumb linger and concentrate its attentions on each nipple, already growing hard in approval of what my mind had planned - seeing that no one was paying any attention, I openly began stroking them, cupping a breast with each hand and caressing them for a few seconds each, feeling the jolt-thrill fill me from nipples to belly to crotch, and back again. Opening my outstretched legs slightly, I felt the wetness of ready lips sticky against the fabric, and began enhancing the feelings bouncing around inside me, by tracing fingers lightly and slowly along the inside of my thighs. My nipples were now very hard, and clearly visible through the tight fabric of my top - I was ready.

Unfastening my jeans, I slipped one hand inside, trying not to make a sound as my fingers slid over tight-cropped pubes, touching shaven lips sensitive from their day-long contact with smooth-worn denim, knowing that my juices had dampened them to that softness from many occasions before - and that just added to the wetness. I have a very sensitive clit, and so do not touch her directly as much as many women, but slid a finger into the wetness ready and waiting below - down and inside me with one smooth motion. I bit my lip.

Gently sliding the finger in and out, half keeping an eye on the other passengers, my fantasy just wanted one of them to notice - man or woman, it did not matter. I was very wet with the thrill of what I was doing so openly, should someone just happen to look...

The carriage had begun to fill up more now - and although vague glances were cast in my direction, just seeing me sat there in the back, all by myself - still no one came to sit near me. I'm sure my actions were partially masked by the seat back opposite, but my posture and heavy-lidded expression must have given something away. 

My fantasy explored that possibility though, having one or two of them choose the seat opposite me, maybe just to watch, or join in, maybe both...and then more... I was incredibly wet by then, with two fingers easily sliding in and out, and providing plenty of accompanying soft, wet noises.

Opening my legs wider, I added a third finger, and angling my hand further forward and down, so my thumb could press against my clit, I started sliding the unholy trio faster in and out, deliciously catching my g-spot with random strokes. My window had become a little steamed up, and was not alone - yet maybe that was for the best, as my pubes were now openly visible for anyone looking directly into the carriage from outside, thumb against my clit and pressed urgently deep upwards between my lips - they would have seen it all.

But I wasn't thinking about all that just then, I was close to what was promising to be a wonderful and shattering orgasm, with my fingers shuttling in and out, I clamped my lips together, breath in-held to stop the moans and groans that wanted so badly to escape.

With a jolt, the train pulled forward, and at that same moment, I came with a jolt of my own. Looking finally outside as the world came slowly back to me, I saw a scatter of commuters too late for the train, now stood there bitter and aimless along the platform.

I pulled my hand out, and casually sucked my fingers dry in full view of those that saw me, leaving that image in their minds to distract their attention from the coming wait. Only then did I zip my jeans back up again.

I was so relaxed and very pleased with myself - there is nothing quite like that just-orgasmed feeling whilst sat amongst a crowd, and although satiated I couldn't stop there. Throughout the hour-long journey I kept on teasing myself whenever the need came back, although less openly than before, especially when others finally did come and fill up the seats next to and opposite mine. I still was able to play with myself with them hid behind their newspapers, or keeping my hand busy under the mask of my coat flaps, just letting the pheromones in the air play their game on them. Hopefully there would be a lot of surprised and satisfied housewives later, along this particular commuter route.

I came eight times that journey, and I wonder still if any of them even knew what had been going on, or why the quiet eighteen year old sat between them, had been so flushed?



Solo Performance



With a sigh Katie closed the last window, watching the rain slant angrily against the useless air conditioning unit hanging against the outside wall.  The landlord had promised that it would be fixed a week ago, but she still had yet to see neither hide nor hair of the elusive repair man.  And now with this torrential downpour of biblical proportions she was forced to close her only source of ventilation in the warm apartment.

She moved to stand in front of the oscillating fan, holding her damp blonde hair up off of her neck and thinking cool thoughts.  But even recalling her skiing trip to Vail three years ago failed to bring any relief to her fevered flesh.  Stripping out of her clothes, Katie headed for the bathroom and a long, cool shower.  Admittedly, standing in a porcelain tub in a lightning storm might not be the smartest thing she had ever done, but suffocating in this oppressive heat was the only other alternative.  

The cold water was brisk and refreshing, the initial shock of it bringing every long dormant goose bump out of hibernation.  Katie turned her face into the water, feeling the droplets kiss her face, sluicing down over her ample breasts and sliding lower.  Her hands slid up her torso, catching the water in her cupped palms and letting it run between her fingers.  She felt her nipples puckering under the onslaught of the cold water and gently touched herself, rolling the distended tips between her fingers and thumbs.  Surprisingly, a small moan escaped her lips.  How in the world could she be so turned on simply by cold water?

Curiously, Katie slid her hand down over her stomach and to that magical spot between her legs.  When her cool fingertips brushed against her hot, silky clit a gasp escaped her lips.  Oh, yes.  She was most assuredly turned on right now.  

‘This is insane.’ Katie thought, reaching for her loofa from the shelf and carefully lathering it.  No one in their right mind should be aroused about a shower in Hell’s kitchen, but that’s exactly what she was.  Gently she rubbed it over her skin, feeling a new heat chasing through her veins with every abrasive caress.  Katie carefully circled her breasts with the raspberry scented foaming body wash, waiting as long as she could bear before giving in and lightly scrapping the porous sponge over her aching nipples.  Her eyes closed and she gave herself up to the sensations coursing through her.

Moving in a circular motion, she guided the loofa lower, covering her body with the sweetly scented suds.  When she finally allowed her leisurely exploration to brush across her now swollen labia she felt her body clench painfully in anticipation.  The feelings were so intense that Katie was forced to lean against the wall before her knees gave out.  With soapy fingers she opened herself and carefully brushed the tip of the sponge over her clit, groaning from some place deep inside her as hot cum rushed over her fingers.   

Shaky now with need, she finished rinsing and turned the water off.  Two fingers probing her pussy in the shower was not going to provide the relief she needed tonight.  Then again, her vibrator was only marginally better, but a woman had to be inventive when her man was out of town.

Katie slowly toweled herself dry, avoiding her overly sensitive nipples.  She was afraid that one brush against them with the soft towel might have her reaching for the first cylindrical object she could find and shoving it deep inside of her, bringing herself swiftly to the climax she craved with every fiber of her being.  

The lightning flashing through the open window provided the only illumination in the bedroom, an old box fan on the floor near the doorway whirring noisily provided the only relief to the stifling heat.  Katie retrieved her trusty vibrator from her dresser drawer and settled into her rocking chair in the corner, hitching her left leg up over the arm rest.  Normally she would have nestled into a pile of pillows, but the thought of all of that bedding against her fevered skin was more than she could bear right now.  She might have been horny beyond normal definition, but it was still unbearably hot in the apartment. 

Licking her lips slightly in anticipation, Katie again sought out her sensitive nipples, her breath hitching in her throat as she squeezed and massaged them to aching awareness.  Her left hand trailed lower to her lap, her fingers gently caressing over her moist, hot center, slowly working her way to her pleasure center, with every feathery touch elevating her level of need. 

After what seemed like an eternity she finally allowed herself the ultimate pleasure and gently pulled back the hood and caressed her rigid clit.  The lightning flashing outside was nothing compared to the electricity that shot through her body with each careful stroke.  She closed her eyes and tilted her head back onto the chair, riding the wave of her body’s desire.

Her free hand fumbled desperately for her vibe, eager now to sink it deep into her aching pussy.  She wrapped her slender fingers around it, gently massaging it.  Again she silently thanked the sales clerk at the adult book store who had suggested the seven inch lifelike vibrator with its thick head and bulging veins over the more aerodynamically designed cylindrical variety.  Eric had always teased her that he knew another man would never come between them but ‘Mighty Dong’, as he referred to it, was a much more serious threat.  

With a quick flick of her wrist Katie turned her vibe on to a low thrum and rubbed it lightly over her clit, biting her lower lip to keep from moaning loudly.  She could feel herself nearing the edge of release but wanted to make it last a little longer.  With the foot that was still on the ground, she started the chair rocking, and slowly eased the tip of it into her cunt, easing a little more in with each forward motion of the chair.  Damn, that felt good!  Right now Katie didn’t care about the storm raging outside or the air conditioning that didn’t work.  All she wanted was to cum until she flew apart into a million satisfied pieces.

Her eyes fluttered open as she was about to push the rocket launcher button and was stunned to find Eric sitting on the bed watching her intently.  She couldn’t see the look in his eyes, the lightning flashing outside the window behind him obscuring his face in eerie shadows.  Crashing back to Earth, Katie started to remove the still vibrating ‘Mighty Dong’.

“No, don’t.”  His husky whisper stopped her awkward movements.  “Go ahead and finish.”

“But I—“  Katie shifted uncomfortably in the chair.  “We could—“ 

“I want to see you pleasure yourself.”

She swallowed hard, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by his command.  “But I—“

“Do it.”  He ordered.  Katie couldn’t be sure if he was angry or just as aroused as she was.

Her breath coming now in short pants, she nodded her acquiescence and started the chair rocking again, easily finding her rhythm again.  Katie nudged the speed up slightly on her vibe, her fingers spreading her juices around the inner lips of her pussy, teasing her clit to a rock-hard nub.  Knowing that Eric was watching her made her self-love fest that much hotter.  She closed her eyes, about ready to fall over the edge into oblivion when his low, urgent tone interrupted her journey.

“Open your eyes, Katie.”  His voice was a silky caress that made her even wetter, even needier.  “I want to see you cum.”  

Her eyes locked with Eric’s as she pushed past the final hurdle and came in a mind shattering orgasm that left her weak.  Warily she watched as Eric stood up and took a kneeling position in front of her.  At this distance Katie could now see very clearly the lust in his eyes.  He gently pushed her hand aside and stated to manipulate the vibrator still buried her cunt, his calloused thumb brushing lightly over her clit.  She moaned deep in her throat, the sight of her lover fucking her with a latex toy one of the sexiest things she had ever seen.  What he was doing to her felt ten times better than what she had just done to herself.  A thousand times better.  Her hands gripped the arm rests tightly as his now-rapid thrusting motions rocked the chair at a breakneck pace and he easily brought her to another stunning climax.

Eric waited for the aftershock to subside before carefully easing the vibe out of her, turning it off and setting it on the side table.  Her leg still hung over the side of the chair and she now sat before him wide open, dripping cum from her sweet pink pussy.  Leaning forward a little he dropped several gentle kisses over her labia, never licking or sucking, only soothing as she floated back to consciousness.  

He watched in fascination as her cum slid down her slit, around her ass and into a puddle on the chair.  His finger dipped into the puddle, coating the pad with glistening liquid before bring it to his mouth, rubbing it over his lips, tasting her essence.  Katie tasted salty-sweet, making his mouth water for more of her.  Leaning forward slightly, he slowly slid three fingers inside of her moist cunt, intent on pleasure.  He could feel her muscles contracting around him and he felt a responding surge from his still-throbbing cock.  

There eyes still locked in a silent dance, Eric slid his hand away and brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly savoring her juices, her musky scent.  Intentionally he had left his index finger coated with her cum and he extended the digit to her, stopping tantalizingly close to her lips.  Would she clean his forefinger of her own cum?  Was she aroused enough to taste what he always seemed to crave from her?

But his Katie never let him down.  Her tongue snaked out lapped at his finger, pulling it into her mouth and sucking it gently.  “Tell me what it was like.  What did you feel?”  He asked in a gruff voice, slowly running that same index finger down her chest and over to circle her nipple.

She blinked a few times, seeming to gather her thoughts, a feeling he could well understand.  “When I touch my clit I think of how your tongue feels against it.  When I’m sinking ‘Mighty Dong’ there into me it’s you filling me.”

“Show me how you touch it.”  Eric reached for her hand again, bringing it back to pussy again.  “Do you rub it?  Squeeze it?  Pull it?”

Katie’s hand worked deftly over her still swollen labia, easily moving them aside she rubbed her inner folds, working her way toward center, taking her clit between her fingers and squeezing it gently.  Eric let out a ragged breath, his cock threatening to tear its way through the clothes he still wore if it didn’t get some relief soon.

“Eric?”  Her voice was a sultry whisper that wrapped around his engorged member and squeezed him tightly.

“Hmmm?”  He didn’t think he was capable of speech any longer and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the beautiful sight of her hot, wet cunt.

“Taste me.”  She squeezed that beautiful pink nub between her forefinger and thumb again.  “With your tongue…and your lips.”

‘He never could say no to her’ he thought wryly, leaning in and eagerly settling his mouth over her clit, lapping, sucking and nibbling her succulent folds.  She lifted her ass off the chair to better position herself over his greedy tongue, blessing him with an entirely new flood of her hot, sticky juices flowing into his mouth.  

His tongue slid into the entrance of her vagina and he felt her muscle contract tightly.  “Mmmmmmmm—“ She moaned, rocking her pussy into his face, the chair she was perched above only exaggerating those motions further.  

He twisted around so he was better positioned underneath her, cupping her ass in one hand as he feasted on her hungrily.  With his thumb Eric spread some of her juices back to her puckered asshole, carefully probing the tight opening.  As he sunk his thumb into her she bucked wildly and came in a hot, glorious gush.  

“Oh, baby,” Katie sighed.  “That was almost perfect.”

Chagrined, he eased out from under her and turned to stand in front of her.  “Almost?”  He inquired, putting his hands on his hips.

She pulled herself off of the rocker and stood in front of him.  “Almost.”  Katie repeated, her hands moving to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing each one.  “It was hot masturbating for you.  Hotter still when you did it for me.”  She finished with his buttons and pushed his shirt off of his shoulders before pulling at the belt of his trousers.  “And what you just did to me was pretty damned spectacular.”  She popped the button of his fly and eased the zipper down, reaching eagerly into his boxers to grasp his rock-hard cock.  

Eric moaned when her eager little fingers wrapped around him and slowly slid down the length.  He swallowed, trying to regain control of himself.  “Tell me what you want.”  He said in a strangled voice.

Her laughter was purely feminine and his cock ached to plunge deep inside of her.  She pushed him down onto the edge of the bed and took a step back.  “I want to watch you jerk off now.”

“Ha ha ha.  Very funny.”  He said, reaching for her hips to pull her down on top of him but instead coming up with only a hand full of air as she danced just beyond his reach.  

“Come on, Eric.  I let you watch.  Now I want to see you do it.”

He had to admit she had a point—and the idea of jerking off for her was surprisingly arousing.  He waited for her to reclaim her seat on the rocker before settling into a comfortable position, his eyes holding hers for a long moment before sliding his hand up his rock hard staff, his thumb gliding gently over the head in a velvety caress.  It wasn’t long before he was lost in the moment, aware only of the sensations as his hand slid up and down in a familiar rhythm.  So caught up in the moment that he didn’t notice Katie on her knees in front of him until her sexy little tongue snaked out and lapped at his pre-cum.  

She looked up at him and flashed a sultry smile.  “I want to see you cum now.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to let go and shoot off a thick, hot load of cum.  Katie lowered her head over his oozing cock and eagerly licked cleaned the flowing mess from his dick and his fingers.  When her lips finally wrapped around his sensitive head to suck out any remnants he felt more cum rush out to meet her greedy tongue.  He wrapped his fingers into her soft blonde hair and held her in place while he thrust into her face and finished up again.

“Well, that was nice.”  She murmured, crawling up his body to where he had collapsed on the bed and kissed him deeply before settling in next to him and cuddling contentedly.  

“Mmmmmmm.”  He agreed, willing his pulse back to normal.  Eric dropped a tired arm over her side and turned to face her.  “Katie?”  He asked, dropping feathery kisses on her closed eyes.

“Hmmm?”  

“Why the fuck is it so hot in here?”  He complained, trying and failing miserably to find a position that wasn’t sticky and uncomfortable.

”They haven’t gotten around to fixing the air yet.  But our chances are looking real good that it may be done in time for Christmas.”

Eric stood up and pulled her off the bed, leading her toward the bathroom.  “Come on.  Let’s take a shower and cool off then.”

Katie giggled.  “That’s what started all of this trouble in the first place.”



Solo Shower



I went upstairs like I always do and shucked my clothes off on the way into my bedroom...starting with my socks since I hate anything on my feet, y'know... skimming out of my sleep and work rumpled t-shirt and bra and wriggling out of my sweats and thong. Padding into the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting it steam while I buzzed down my pubic hair to a short stubble and nearly skin on the sides, since I'm gonna shave while I'm in there. After what seems like eternity, the bathroom gets so steamy I can't see, I step into the shower and begin my ministrations. 

Letting the hot water stream over me, I feel my muscles start to relax as the thoughts from our conversations whirl through my head, keeping lower more intimate parts of me keyed up. Shaking my head to partially clear my foggy thoughts, I start lathering up with kiwi scented wash, letting the sudsy water flow down my body as my hands rub more scented soap into my skin and finally lathering my hair. I grab my razor and suds up my legs, shaving rather quickly but making sure both legs are silky smooth before going onward and upward. This time, I grab the shaving cream from the counter and suds up my mound shaving in a landing strip and making sure I have smooth skin from back to front. I do this to please you -- and myself -- but I like knowing I'm smooth, ready, and soft for you.

Finishing up my washings, I run my hands over my body feeling the muscles that have started firming up from my daily workouts, my abs starting to flex as I run my hands from hips to breasts, picturing your face in my mind's eye, feeling my nipples perk against my palms as I cup my breasts, lifting them to you in silent offering then rinsing them off as I caress each still-firm mound. Pinching each nipple softly, harder, then harder still, I groan as I feel a jolt from each nipple straight to my clit. Nipple play has always made me horny -- whether it's by myself or with someone else. I finish rinsing off and letting my fingers trail over my pussy lips as I feel a very unexpected tingle from the cream. Grabbing the bottle I read "menthol" on the label...oh...so that explains that tingling feeling that is creeping down through me. What the hell, I thought as the sensations start to overwhelm me. 

My fingers lightly playing over my pussy lips I rake my nails lightly over my clit as I groan and add another glob of cream to keep that tingle going. My hips start to rock as I press harder on my clit with two fingers of one had while the other hand dips into my cunt feeling my own wetness through the wetness of the shower. Fingers sliding in and out of my cunt, I run my thumb nail over my clit as I groan feeling my cunt filled with my fingers dripping wet for me...for you. 

Fingers still moving, I press the heel of my hand against my clit and rock into my hand...fucking myself imagining you watching me...noticing that the silkiness of my juices feels interestingly sticky when mixed with the water from the shower. Remembering my promise to you, I slip my other hand around to starting to play with my arse teasing the bud and pressing in as I shiver and slide down the wall to a squatting position for better access. I relax as my finger keeps pressing into my arse while I rock my clit against my hand, trying to hold my orgasm off until I fulfill my promise. I finally feel my muscles relax and the first two knuckles of my finger pass the tight muscle of my arse. I shudder at the light zap of pain but it's over powered by pleasure as my finger slides in and out and body reacts to the sensations. 

I find myself gasping for breath as I try to not slide down the wall to the floor, shifting to my knees I spread them wide as I keep both hands moving as I work myself toward release. I moan as my fingers move faster and faster, slipping the hand out of my cunt to concentrate directly onto my clit, rolling it between my fingers as I shudder as I slip another finger into my arse. I'm teetering on the edge, my breath is coming in gasps and my eyes are unfocused as this time I pinch my clit while shoving my fingers deep into my arse, imagining it's your cock...at that thought, my hips popping wildly I start cumming harder than I ever have before while I bite my lip till it bleeds to keep from screaming my release...

After I come back to reality I slide my fingers from my arse and pussy, and try to stand up on shaky legs while I give myself another hasty rinse...wow...I let the hot water run out. Oh well, it was very much worth it, I just have to remember to write it down to give to you...stepping out, I dry off and keep smiling. 



Solo Task of Pain and Pleasure



Solo task of pain and pleasure.

I have been shopping for new underwear as he told me to do. He should be pleased with that. He also gave me a new task.

As instructed I took six pegs from the laundry. I had never done this before so it was a bit scary and thrilling at the same time. I went to my bedroom and put one foot up on the chair and attached one peg to the left labia it was not easy to do at first but I got the hang of it. It didn't hurt as much as I thought. So I attached the rest as instructed. It began to hurt but I had to leave them on for a full five minutes and I did.

I was already wet. The anticipation, whenever He talks to me about these things I become incredibly aroused. I wonder what it will be like when we finally meet.

I have to lie with my legs wide open on the bed with my lips spread wide. Some of these things aren't as easy to do as they used to be now that I am middle aged, He is ten years younger than me! i.e. I am not as supple and have a chubby tummy that gets in the way a bit, but where there is a will... and there was. So I stayed open and aroused for five minutes. It's supposed to hurt more when you take the pegs off than when you put them on. But it didn't on my labia. I guess it's cos they are chubby! Anyway two of the pegs then had to go straight to my nipples which they did. Ouch!

That hurt, they have to stay there for the next fifteen minutes while I masturbate. I am not allowed to climax until the fifteen minutes has passed.

I figure this time if I wait for a while before I start it won't be so bad. I really have an urge to feel Him in me, on me, licking me, kissing me, fingering my mouth, my cunt, my arse. I am so horny. How can he do that too me when he is so far away and we haven't met? Amazing.

He was talking about his enjoyment of flogging, I can't wait for him to do that to me. I wonder how much I can take as it has been many years since I did that kind of thing.

I imagine all kinds of things we might do together and I am so aroused. Six minutes have now passed and I have been caressing my own skin, my breasts my tummy, it feels good.

I wish I had set up my faux fucking machine too! 

I take an electric toothbrush, as ordered, and switch it on. I place it on the peg on my left nipple. That feels amazing. I rub it all over my nipple. Now 7 minutes has passed.

I bring the buzzing implement closer to my pussy. I am very horny but I will not cum until the time is up. I let the head of the brush tickle my clitoris. It feels good – I leave it there for a full minute before switching it off. I notice I am writhing about. I wish He was here to fuck me.

My mouth waters too, I wonder what it will be like to have his cock in my mouth? To lick his balls. I wonder what it will feel like to have a shaved pussy. He is going to make me lose all my hair down there.

Now almost ten minutes has gone by. I turn on the machine. I imagine Him standing in front of me and telling me what to do, precisely. Making me submit. I shall be his obedient pet. I know sometimes he will treat me gently and sometimes he will punish me, but being a little bit scared makes it sexier and more thrilling as you don't know what is coming next. And as the toothbrush head vibrates I can feel myself getting close to the climax. So off it goes before I do. I let out a sigh. I can't wait to be disciplined by Him. 

Nearly 13 minutes has passed. I switch the toothbrush on, pressing the buzzing head against my clit. Moving it around and around. I imagine Him tying me up. Whipping me (I can't wait for that). Caressing my breasts after they have been flogged. Cupping my reddened backside after a hard spanking. 

I press the head of the vibrating brush harder into my clit. Looking at the clock it is now 15 minutes since I placed the pegs on my nipples, I remove them. It hurts like hell! Fuck! But gee I can't wait for the real thing. I climax. I feel really, really good. 

Thank you Sir. 



Solo Time



It was Friday afternoon, and we were heading out of town that night, driving to mys for the weekend, which was the very LAST thing I wanted to do, especially in the mood I was in. I was so turned on I could hardly walk. I had worn a skirt to work, and had enjoyed the feeling of being so free, so uninhibited. The thong that I'd worn that day was perfect for rubbing my clit just a little every step I took. I was wet and so hot by the end of the day.

I came home early, to pack and get ready before I picked up my girls and before my husband got home. I was dying to get out my purple "friend" but didn't really think I had time. I got out the suitcase and had thrown a few things together when I realized I couldn't stand it any longer, I needed release. I had been day dreaming all day, but had not ever had the chance to finish anything; work kept getting in the way. 

I walked around to my side of the bed, and got out my purple toy. I rubbed the shaft slowly over my clit, already so wet it slid over so smoothly. I continued rubbing the shaft up and down slowly along my clit, driving myself a little crazy. I hadn't even turned it on and I was nearly ready to cum. I then pushed it completely into me in one easy move, loving the feeling of being filled so well. I rotated it a little, rubbing it around inside me, making sure the clit stimulator nudged my clit several times. I would rub my clit several times, then stop, just before I pushed myself over the edge. I was so close I could taste it, but I wanted it to be incredible, I wanted to make it through the weekend just on the memory of this orgasm. 

Then I heard the dog bark. I'd forgotten I had let her out, and now she wanted back inside. I debated just leaving her there – but she was distracting me, so I stood up and started to remove the toy, then decided to test just how strong my muscles were. I leaned down and turned it on to the lowest vibration setting, and walked out to let the dog in. I could hardly breathe as I walked around, holding the toy deep inside me while the vibrations were teasing me to the point of no return. I saw one of my neighbors in her yard, and returned a wave to her, but didn't dare stop to talk. Besides, I was a little unsure I could have put two coherent words together to say. 

I let the dog in, and reached down and turned on the separate rotator, all the way up as high as it would go, but I kept the vibration on the lowest setting. The tip of the shaft was now rubbing firmly across my G spot and I had to stop moving, I couldn't make my legs go any further. I had made it back to my bedroom, I leaned on the end of my bed, and grabbed the armoire for support. I reached down and as quickly as I could, I turned the vibrations up to their highest setting. 

Immediately, my leg muscles gave out, and if I hadn't been holding on to the armoire, I would have hit the floor. I came so hard, so fast I couldn't believe it. My whole body was shaking, my heart was pounding, I felt like every nerve ending was on fire. I moved over so that I could see myself in my mirror. I loved how flushed my face was, how my entire body seemed so alive, so refreshed. I dropped my hand down to where my toy was still deep inside me, still vibrating and rotating inside me. 

I propped one leg up on my dresser, and began moving it slowly out of me, then slammed it back in. I only lasted through this about three times before I was again in the throws of another strong orgasm. I slid to the floor as my breathing slowed. I reached and turned everything off, all the vibrations, all the rotation, and began moving it very slowly in and out, then up along my clit, just dragging the shaft over my now oversensitized clit. Every stroke was enough to make my hips thrust forward and my body flush. I pushed shaft back inside of me, and turned on only the vibration at its highest setting, my hips bucked up off the floor as I cried out in my third orgasm in less than 10 minutes. I dropped the vibrating toy and began to rub my clit with my fingers, wanting to ride it as long as possible. 

I brought my dripping fingers to my mouth, and sucked my juices off of them one at a time, loving the taste, the smell, everything about the juices my body had produced. After laying there another minute or two, reveling in the afterglow, I got to my feet, realizing I was now going to have to really hurry to get everything ready in time. It was too bad, I could have stayed there all night all by myself and been happy. 

Not nearly as much fun as spending the time with a real live man, but, a hell of a lot of fun when no one else was around. 



Solodad O'Brien



Soedad was born on the north shore of Long Island in September 1966.

Her Mother Estelle was Cuban and her father an Australian making Soedad biracial in a time when interracial marriages were illegal in may states. She attended Smithville High and later went onto Harvard.

In 1989 she landed a job hosting a medical show on KISS FM in Boston.

Soledad was a fun loving and well-accepted member of the Boston nightlife.

I first met Soledad at Boston's Club Q, a popular dance bar.

The tall, lean beauty was with a small group of friends in a stunning strapless floor length Jade Green gown. It was lust at first sight.

I considered myself a bit of a womanizer and didn't hesitate to make my move. Approaching the gorgeous figure I introduced myself.

Soledad was very sociable and soon we were engaged in an open conversation.

It was evident she had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol and was feeling not pain. When closing time approached we were like long lost friends and she accepted my offer of a ride home.

We had not traveled six blocks before Soedad passed out, her head slumping over onto my shoulder. She was out cold. I got no reaction when I placed my hand on her bare chest just above her right boob. Undaunted my hand slid under the bodice of her dress and scooped her breast into my hand. Gently I squeezed her and she emitted a soft moan.

Soledad was in a stupor as I led her up to my apartment. I took her directly to the bedroom and lay her across my bed.

She quickly fell asleep again as I peeled the gown down her body. She wore no underwear. Her breasts were perky with chocolate buttons for nipples. A pelt of lustrous Raven black pubic hair modestly concealed her pussy. Gently I spread her legs apart until I could see dewdrops of her juices glistening in her womanhood.

I quickly undressed.

She moaned softly as I mounted her, positioning myself between her lovely long legs. 

I guided the head of my rock hard cock into her love nest and felt her warm wetness engulf me as I entered her.

Soledad's hips automatically gyrated welcoming me into her most intimate space. I placed her ankles onto my shoulders and thrust myself fully into her.

Another soft groan as I impaled her with my throbbing cock.

I knew this beauty was going to make me come fast and receive a huge load of my sperm.

She started to respond to my cock. Her body twitching as I plunged deep in her. Soledad began to lubricate, her juices flowing to her love tunnel. Her body was enjoying being fucked before her mind was aware she was being ravished.

Slowly she opened her eyes and looked into my face.

"Oh my God! What are you doing?" she whimpered.

"Giving you what you need." I replied ramming my cock deep into her.

Smiling she closed her eyes again and I felt her vagina wall tighten on my meat. Her hips bucked unevenly as my cock triggered her spasms.

"Oh yes!" she moaned softly as her legs wrapped around my back.

She fucked me like a sex starved nymphomaniac, holding me into her sex as if I were trying to escape. 

Her body was coming alive beneath me. It was if I were on top of some sex crazed wild animal. What had I unleashed?

The dark skinned beauty squirmed and writhed in the ancient mating dance. Gradually her awareness of her seduction was becoming clear to her. A primitive need within her had been awaken and was crying out to be satisfied.

"Fuck me you bastard, come in me!" she snarled.

Fully awake Soledad was in a fucking frenzy. Her cunt was trying to devour my cock like the jaws of a python. Time after time it contracted in an attempt to draw me into her control.

I cruelly withdrew until only my helmet was within her wet slit and then brutally plunged deep into her depths again making her eyes pop open in delight.

"Let me on top!" she demanded.

Without waiting for my agreement she violently rolled over on top of me with my cock still buried within her.

Once on top she was in control, her haunches squatting on my cock as she controlled the rhythm of our fuck. Up and down her ass moved, each downward stroke completely consuming my shaft until the pressure of her labia squashed my balls.

Our rolls had reversed and I was now the vanquished. On top of me was an insatiable cock-consuming fiend whose hungry genitals were greedily swallowing my cock. I firmly grabbed her shoulders and drove up into her. 

Her vagina begins making sucking noises as my cock withdrew dragging her labia almost inside out like a sock. Soledad was making guttural grunting sounds as she rapidly approached her orgasm.

Her naked breasts were inches from my face. Her dark brown nipples had become as hard as pebbles by her arousal. My head rose up in an effort to take one between my lips.

Her teat felt like a giant raisin, textured and spongy as my tongue flicked across its tip. Tantalizing her sensitive teat drove her to the point of no return.

A desperate gasp and then her love juices flushed out all over my cock. She was coming!

"Oh sweet Jesus!" she cried as I answered her flood with a volley of my own cum spurting up into her drenched fuck hole.

Her body coated with sheen of perspiration and breathing hard she collapsed exhausted on top of me, my spent cock still buried in her soggy cavern.

The stench of sex lingered in the air. Soledad's overpowering musk filled my nostrils, as she lay lifeless atop of me.

Eventually she stirred, rising unsteadily up onto her hands and knees allowing my cock to escape its wet prison.

Crablike she begins to rotate her body moving her freshly fucked pussy over my face. Soon I am staring up into her forest of dark pubic hair, droplets of residual juice glistening like diamonds adorning her swollen clitoris. She lowered her muff onto my face as I felt my spent cock being taken into her warm wet mouth.

As my nose spread her labia my tongue ventured into her wetness. She tasted strong; a blend of juices coated her soft pink tissue. As my tongue licked the stub of her clit I felt hers caressing the length of my shaft. Life begins to ebb into my cock once more.

As my tongue delved deeper into her caldron I tasted the rich cream of cum mixture I had deposited in her. My cock twitched in her mouth as I sampled my own cum.

Soledad's lips were sealed around my shaft as she formed a vacuum like an industrial Shop-Vac around my meat. Her tongue danced on my cock like a prima ballerina restoring its former hardness. I was ready to take her again.

I quickly pulled my erection from her mouth before I spent another load of sperm.

She sensed my intention and assumed a position on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, ass raised high in the air.

"Take me in the ass!" she implored.

This Raven hair beauty was asking me to fuck her tight rounded ass!

I spat on the dark brown starfish of her anus and worked the tight opening with my finger.

"I'm ready!" she urged.

Deliberately I pressed the helmet of my erection against her puckered orifice and pushed. Slowly she yielded and allowed me to enter her inner sanctum. Slowly inch-by-inch my cock defiled her as I scooped her right breast tightly into my hand.

"Oh yes!" she moaned as my scrotum kissed the cheeks of her ass.

Releasing her breasts I took both of her hips in my hands and began fucking her ass like an old boot.

"Play with me!" she begged.

My right hand went around her leg and found her spread pussy. I reached in and gripped her swollen clit.

"Oh my God, I'm going to come!" she whimpered as I drove my cock mercilessly into her bowels.

The tight restraint Soledad's anus placed on my cock amplified the pressure of my ejaculation. It felt as if it were going to blow my head off. 

Once again my sperm drained into this vision of loveliness as I enjoyed yet another climax.

Once again spent I withdrew my cock from the tight ass that had just brought me so much joy.

"Let me." Soledad said turning around and grasping my limp dick.

Without hesitation she took my cock into her mouth again, still dripping from my recent orgasm.

Her mouth devoured my cock like a dog would a meaty bone. Her tongue bathed me as she sucked down all the residual cum and musk from her own ass she could salvage.

The woman was insatiable demanding my cock again and again until I was forced to beg for a ceasefire.

I never saw Soledad again after that magical night. What we had would always be special.

Later I heard that she had moved to the west coast to pursue her career, married and had children.

In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina's devastation of New Orleans I was watching CNN and there she was, that dark haired beauty that I had lost myself in so many years ago! 



Soloman Butcher's Photograph



THE PHOTOGRAPH

"Oh, my Gawd, no!"

"Josiah, I'd prefer it if you didn't use such language."

"But Maw, I don't like havin' my photograph took."

"How do you know? You've never had it done before," Miriam Davis said, with as much patience as she could muster.

"Why do we have to have our picture took?" Willie asked, in the slightly sulky tone his mother hated.

"Mr. Butcher is reckoning on making a pioneer history, and Pa figures that as we're part of that history, we should be in it."

"But, Maw, we don't have ter git washed for a stupid old photograph, do we?" Josiah asked.

"Indeed you do. Washed and smartened up in your best clothes."

"Not waistcoat an' all?" The 13-year old boy was horrified.

"Quit squawking, Josiah and get on with it. Folks back East will be looking at these pictures and I'm going to make sure the family looks decent."

Back East; it seemed so far away, not just in distance, but in time, too. It was sixteen years since newly-married Miriam had followed her husband, Charley, from her small home town in Pennsylvania to the plains of Nebraska. She had been full of doubts, but he had brushed them all aside.

"What have I got here 'cepting a life stuck down the black pits? My pa done that since he was a boy and now he lies in his six foot of earth. He weren't no more than forty-four or five. Well, that's not for me. There's wide open spaces in Nebraska and under the Homestead Act there's land going free. For no more than a ten dollar registration fee I can get one hundred and fifty acres; all I have to do is live and work on the land for five years and it's mine," Charley had said eagerly.

"But what about the Indians, Charley? She had replied doubtfully.

"They've been cleared off to the reservations years ago. There ain't nothing' to fear from them."

"We've got no money for setting up home somewhere else."

"We don't have much here, so we got nothing' to lose. Now, I ain't goin' to have any more arguing'. My mind is made up. You marry me or not, as you thinks fit."

That was quite a proposal, but totally typical of Charley. Twenty-two years old, he was tall and lanky with curly hair and a determined set to his mouth. When he started out to do something he did it to the best of his ability and once he had made his mind up, there was no changing it.

"All right, Charley," Miriam had said after the merest hint of consideration. "As far as I can judge the Good Lord meant us to share our lives together. If I can't stop you from going West, then I guess I'll have to join you."

The wedding took place only two days before Charley's departure, so there was little time for love or romance. He was going ahead of Miriam to stake a claim and build a house; his wife would follow as soon as possible.

The ceremony was plain and simple, with only a handful of guests. To save money the bride wore her best silk dress instead of buying something special for the occasion. Somehow it all seemed to be over before she realised and it never was a day to remember.

Charley drew his savings out of the bank and closed the account. He had only 75 dollars and immediately had to pay out 23 dollars 5 cents for his train ticket to the West.

When he set out in 1877 almost the entire journey could be accomplished by rail; first to Buffalo, New York State, from there to Kansas City, Missouri, then on the Burlington and Missouri River Railroad to Lincoln, Nebraska. The journey took three days and three nights and at the end of it many people were put off by the endless flat plains. Looking at it, anyone could be forgiven for thinking that nothing would grow out there.

"God forsaken!" said one man. "I'm going back East."

But Charley was not to be so easily put off. He hitched a ride on a freight wagon to Broken Bow, Nebraska, and then staked a claim to his 160 acres. By law he had to build a house 12 by 12 with windows, so this he set out to do using the locally accepted method. When it was finished he sent for his wife.

"Oh, Charley!"

It was hard to say whether Miriam's exclamation was induced by pride at his achievement, or horror at the mud hut she was gazing at.

"It ain't rightly speakin' mud," Charley patiently explained. "That there's prairie sod - a whole acre of the stuff."

Miriam was uncertain about the difference between mud and prairie sod, but accepted what her husband told her.

"And there's your window."

He proudly pointed to the plain, timber-framed legal requirement. It was Miriam's window because Charley had run out of money before he got to it and she had to sell her silk dress to allow him to finish the job.

"Does it open?" she asked.

"No - it's fixed. Best way when the prairie wind blows. Less rattle."

Charley could have added that it took all his ingenuity to make a window at all. A close look would reveal the joints were badly cut and far from square. Even so, he was proud to have built his own house and improvements could always be made later on.

"It needs some pot plants and a frill of curtains to brighten it up," Miriam said, still gazing at the window.

"Just as you like. The whole place needs a woman's touch."

Miriam thought that, even then, it would be an unprepossessing dwelling in a barren and hostile land. What madness it was for anyone to come to such a desolate place and expect to live. Yet, here she was and she had better make the best of it.

She brushed the dust off her clothes and wondered how she could get a wash.

*****

"Here's the tub, Maw."

"Thank you, Daniel."

Miriam smiled fondly at her third son, aged 11. She knew it wasn't right to have favourites, but it wasn't always possible to do right and Daniel was the one she took to best. He had dark, wavy hair which he always took care to keep tidy, and a willing, pleasant nature. He was always happy to help his mother with the household chores and had inherited her love of books and music.

"Put some more cow chips in the stove. We've got a lot of water to boil up."

"Yes, Maw."

Daniel set about the unpleasant task, pausing after a minute or two. "Maw."

"Yes, dear?"

"This picture that Mr. Butcher's takin' will last for a long time, won't it?"

"For all time, I shouldn't wonder."

"So we want to look our best."

"Most surely."

A hesitation, then: "Maw, don't you think I should have boots to wear? It don't look right, me having bare feet."

Miriam's heart filled with sympathy. She hated any of her children going around with nothing on their feet. It was a symbol of their poverty; an indication of their failure to do more than wrest a meagre living from the prairie.

Over the years Charley had done his best to improve the conditions in which they lived and the sod house had begun to look more like a home. Miriam's window was full of pot plants, which she had carefully nurtured, often helped by Daniel. There were two little cages hanging on the wall containing songbirds, whose sweet warbling filled the house with music. A neat fence enclosed a small garden in which herbs and vegetables grew. She could take pride in what had been achieved, but she still longed for a proper house built out of wood, with a floor and rugs instead of naked earth. But wood was in short supply in Nebraska.

Oh, there were plenty of other things; blizzards, dust storms, locusts, winds, drought and snow. But there was no timber. At least Miriam could be grateful for that; it meant that her neighbours were no better off. True, Mrs Wright, 20 miles away, had bought an organ which she was always boasting about, but it did look a little out of place in a sod house. Her children went around barefoot in the summer, too. Boots were an expensive luxury when the weather was warm and the ground dry.

When the winter snows came, the barefoot children wrapped several layers of rags round their legs and feet. They also tried to stay indoors as much as possible. Eventually they reached an age when boots became an absolute necessity.

"Twelve," Charley said. "When a boy reaches the age of twelve he'll be doin' a man's work, so I figger that's when I'll get them boots from Montgomery Ward."

Miriam gave her third son a sad little smile. "According to your Pa's reckoning you've another four months before you qualify for boots. Anyways, Mr. Butcher is coming today to take the picture, so there's nothing can be done."

"Yeh, I reckon not," Daniel said with a sigh. Then he hopefully added: "Maybe Mr. Butcher will come back next year to take another picture."

Miriam laughed. "Maybe," she agreed. "We'd best start getting the water organised for the baths to be taken."

"OK, Maw."

Every homestead required a good supply of water and that was a commodity hard to come by, despite torrential spring rains. The land often lay bone dry. When Charley first arrived he took his water from a creek, but that was over a mile away and it had a tendency to turn to dust in the mid-summer heat. Once the house was built and his wife settled, Charley had turned his attention to the problem of water.

"What are you doing?" Miriam asked early one morning as she saw her husband carrying a spade and pacing out the ground.

"Gonna dig a well." He stopped his pacing and made a digging action.

"How do you know there's water down there?" Miriam enquired.

"Don't," came the reply.

It took many days with both of them working to make a hole of any size. At first Charley scooped up the dirt with his shovel and threw it over his shoulder. When the shaft became too deep he rigged a windlass and set Miriam to cranking up buckets of dirt. She watched anxiously as day followed day and her husband disappeared farther and farther into the earth. She was thinking how ironic it was that they had quit Pennsylvania because Charley didn't want to be a miner when there was a sudden curse from below.

"What is it, Charley?"

"Struck shale. Twenty-five feet down and there's no water - just shale."

"Now what are you going to do?"

"Try somewhere else."

"Oh no!" Miriam cried, her voice full of anguish.

Charley climbed out of the hole. "Don't worry. There are guys round here who have dug four or five wells - and they still ain't found water!"

"But you could look for ever and not find any. There must be an easier way."

"There ain't," Charley said, as he began pacing once more, "'ceptin' you believe in water witches." 

"What are they?"

"Accordin' to them they've got some sort of mystical power. They walk around holdin' a Y-shaped willow stick in both hands. If the stick begins to bounce around they say that's the place to dig 'cause there's water below."

He stopped his pacing, spat on his hands and struck the spade into the ground. Miriam watched in dismay.

"Don't you think it would be a good idea to get hold of one of these water witches?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Don't believe in all that mumbo-jumbo."

Charley kept on digging.

Six months and three holes later he struck pay dirt and water started gushing up only ten feet down.

"Eureka!"

Miriam heard the shout a mile away at the creek where she was washing some clothes. As usual they were clean for brown, but awful dirty for white because of a shortage of soap. She was often in dismay at how ineffective her efforts proved to be.

At the distant shout she became even more dismayed and worried. She was unable to tell whether it was a cry of joy or agony, so she quickly bundled up the clothes and ran as fast as she could towards the house.

"Whee!"

Charley ran towards her waving his arms in jubilation. Miriam dropped the half-clean clothes as she was picked up and whirled around in the air till her head was spinning.

"What is it, Charley?" she breathlessly asked.

"I've done it!"

"You've found water?" Miriam asked incredulously.

"Darned right I have. We've got our well."

"Oh Charley. You mean no more going to the creek and fetching water?"

"Never again."

"No more beating the washing on the rocks?"

"You can have your own wash tub."

"Oh, Charley!"

She flung herself into his arms and they kissed - the longest and most passionate kiss they had ever given each other. Who cared if it was broad daylight? Who cared if they were outside? The nearest neighbour was miles away. There was no-one to see as they sank onto their knees, lips still pressed together. No-one to see as she lay on the ground; no-one to see as he raised up her skirt and pulled down her drawers. There were no prying eyes as he unfastened his trousers, lowered himself and entered her.

Nine months later their first son was born.

*****

"Get yourself stripped, James, and into that tub."

"Oh, Maw, I had a wash on Sunday."

"And you're going to have another one now. All of this family is going to be scrubbed and clean and looking their very best." Miriam heard stifled laughter behind her. She turned and glared at her husband. "And what may you be laughing at, Charley Davis?"

"Honey, Sol Butcher aims to photograph us sodbusters as we really are, not all fancied up and looking like we're at a Sunday picnic."

"So you're saying we're really dirty, unkempt vagrants living in a mud hut in the middle of nowhere and we might as well look that way."

By this time Miriam was boiling mad and Charley could tell he had put his foot in it. "No, I wasn't meanin' that," he said in a tone intended to pacify her.

"For sixteen years I've sweated and slaved by your side to try and make this a decent place to live."

"I know that."

"I wanted to stay in Pennsylvania, but you had the wanderlust or something, so I followed you out here. I've put up with a dirt floor that's open house for fleas; mice in my bed; snakes in my pans and the roof leaking mud into the food. I've waded around in here wearing a rubber cape and boots until the rains stopped, then been boiled alive in temperatures over a hundred degrees, before being half-frozen when the thermometer's gone forty degrees below. I've cooked on a stove using cow chips for fuel and given birth to four sons without a doctor, and almost without any kind of rest before or after. And I reckon that after sixteen years it's about time I let you know that life is too short to be spent under a sod roof!"

Miriam burst into tears and collapsed onto a chair, holding her apron over her face. She had just made the longest speech in her life and it left all the males dumbfounded and silent. Nothing could be heard but Miriam's sobs and the low moan of the wind through the wooden vanes of the windmill.

*****

"You're going to buy what?" Miriam thought she had misheard.

Charley looked up from the farm journal he had bought on his last trip to town. "A Halladay Standard Windmill," he said. "It says here that it's the only windmill awarded two medals and diplomas."

"What do we want with a windmill?"

"You got mighty tired of traipsin' down to the creek for water, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And you were glad when I dug the well not a hundred paces from the house."

"Yes."

"Well, I'm sure as hell tired of pumpin' that darned water up out of the ground."

"I do my share," Miriam indignantly proclaimed.

"I ain't sayin' you don't. It's hard work for both of us and it's somethin' we could both do without."

"So what's a windmill got to do with the water?"

"This guy, Halladay, has designed one to withstand the high prairie winds and he's put a crankshaft on it so that as the mill turns it pumps up and down. All we do is stand back and watch," Charley triumphantly added.

"Can we afford it?"

"We should have a good crop this year, so I figger we can get by."

It was a struggle, but they did it. Four months later they were gazing up at the wooden structure towering over their homestead.

"Gee!" exclaimed James, now five years old.

"Gee!" copied Josiah, one year younger.

"It's like a giant." James gaped in amazement at the mechanism without a vestige of understanding.

"A giant," came the echo.

James cuffed his brother for copying him and they went into a clinch as Josiah fought back.

"Boys, boys!" Miriam cried.

They fell to the ground and rolled around, stirring up the dust.

"OK, that's enough!" Charley pulled the boys up and held them apart. "Now, quit it, do you hear?"

"He keeps repeatin' everything I say," squawked James.

"That's just because he's little," Miriam said.

"Little and stupid," James venomously added.

"Stupid yourself!" Josiah retorted, putting his tongue out at his brother.

"I'll git you for that!" James angrily yelled.

Both boys struggled to get free, but Charley's grip was too tight.

"Now settle down or I'll wallop the both of you. This is supposed to be a happy occasion. We've got us our very own windmill and in future years it's goin' to save us all one heap of sweat and fury. Look up there at it turnin'. Ain't that a pretty sight?"

They all looked up into a perfect blue sky and saw the vanes of the mill slowly rotating in the gentle breeze.

*****

"Seems to me," Charley said after a long silence, "that you kids had better do as your ma says and get yourselves scrubbed down."

"Boots polished too," Miriam sniffed.

The protests about to be made were quelled by a stern look from Pa.

The long-winded and difficult process of the entire family having a strip wash took all of two hours. The first one through the tub was the youngest, Willie. He was followed by Daniel, then Josiah, James and Charley. When it came to Miriam's turn a blanket was strung across the room, dividing it in half.

This was a special occasion so she used her most expensive and sweetly-perfumed soap. She realised that a photograph would be unable to detect the scent of soap, but reckoned that if it made her feel extra good, then that would show up through Mr. Butcher's lens.

She had only just finished putting on her best flowered skirt, with a blouse buttoned up to the neck, when she heard the sound of a wagon approaching.

"Miriam!" Charley called.

"I hear," she replied, hurriedly making sure her collar was neat and her hair tidy. When she pulled away the blanket there were whistles of approbation.

"By golly, Ma!" Charley said. "You're a sight fit fer a princess."

Miriam blushed. "Oh, go away, Charley Davis. I ain't got the looks nor the dress for such a being." All the same, she was pleased at the reaction to her endeavours.

"Howdy, folks," Soloman Butcher said as he climbed down from the wagon. "All ready for the big event?"

"We sure are," Charley replied.

"The family's looking a real treat, Mrs Davis," the photographer said admiringly. "Yes, ma'am, a real treat."

"Thank you, Mr. Butcher."

"Now then, boys, you can give me a hand with my equipment. But don't be too hasty and take care; it's heavy and easily damaged."

Charley stood with his arm around his wife's shoulders as they watched Sol Butcher unload the wagon. He was a large, friendly man in his mid-thirties. Born and bred in Nebraska, he had worked briefly as a photographer back East, but then hit upon the idea of producing an album of his fellow settlers. To that end he inserted advertisements in newspapers and for the next fifteen years photographed sodbusters like Charley Davis and his family.

"OK, tell me what you want this picture to show."

"Well - I don't rightly know, Mr. Butcher," Charley replied. "I figger that's your end of the deal. I don't know nix about photo-graphy," he went on, emphasising the second part of the strange sounding word.

"You don't have to know a thing, Charley. I'll do the taking of the picture, but I want you to tell me what to take. Above all else, I want you to feel comfortable and as natural as can be."

"I think, Mr. Butcher," Miriam said decisively, "if we all stand in front of the house and you put your camera on the other side of the wicker fence, that would show everything we want."




Soloman Butcher's Photograph



"So you're thinking of having the fence in the foreground."

"That's right."

"OK, I'll set up here."

Sol Butcher marked his spot then began assembling his equipment with a fascinated audience of six surrounding him.

"That's it," he said finally. "Ready to go."

*****

It was Miriam who arranged everyone. She and Charley stood each side of the doorway with Daniel, barefoot and conscious of it, next to her. The other three boys stood at the far side of the building, James and Josiah in their boots, Willie, like Daniel, barefoot. Miriam's window, decorated with the pots of herbs and geraniums, was in clear view. A pile of antlers, waiting to be reduced to fertiliser, lay between the house and the fence.

"We should clear them out of the way," Miriam said.

"I think they look kind of decorative," Charley replied.

"A heap of old antlers just looks like a heap of old antlers in our front yard."

"You've got your way in everythin' else, Miriam. We're all scrubbed and dressed up for you. Now I say those antlers should stay."

"Oh, all right," sighed Miriam. He was right, she supposed, and she should give in gracefully. The sound of a bird warbling took her mind off the antlers.

"Wait a minute! The songbirds!"

"What about them?" Charley asked.

"They've got to be in the picture."

"How in tarnation can they be in the picture when we're all standin' out here and they're in the house?"

"Simple," she replied. "We'll hang up their cages out here."

Charley made a gesture of exasperation to the photographer as Miriam disappeared into the house, followed by Daniel. After a few moments they emerged, each holding a cage.

"Help fix them up, Charley. That's one good thing about a sod house," Miriam said to Sol Butcher as the cages were hung up. "It's easy to put fixings into the wall."

"There. Now are you satisfied?" Charley enquired, slightly irritated by his wife's behaviour.

"Yes, thank you, dear," Miriam said sweetly.

They once more resumed their poses and the photographer disappeared under his black cover.

Miriam ran a quick check over her brood then cried: "Wait a minute, Mr. Butcher."

"Now what is it?" snarled Charley, his patience at an end.

"Josiah, where's your waistcoat?" Miriam demanded of her son.

"I was too hot, Maw," came the whining reply.

"Put it on this instant - and be quick. You're keeping Mr. Butcher waiting."

"But, Maw!" Josiah pleaded.

"Do as you're told, Josiah," Charley cut in sharply. "Let's get this thing over."

With a muttered grumble and a screwed-up face, the boy picked up the waistcoat from the ground where he had thrown it and fastened only half the buttons. It was his little protest at being forced to wear the darned thing.

"Carry on, Mr. Butcher," Miriam ordered.

With a greater haste than he had shown thus far, the photographer prepared to take the picture. There was no time for any more alterations. In a few seconds it was all over and the family could relax.

"A cup of coffee, Mr. Butcher?"

"That's very nice of you, Mrs Davis."

"Do you think you got a good photograph?"

"Mrs Davis, I'm doing no more than speak the truth when I say that you'll have a picture to treasure for evermore."

That night Miriam gave her husband an unexpected kiss.

"What's that for?" he asked in some surprise.

"Just to tell you that I'm glad to be the wife of a sodbuster. You set out to tame the wilderness and, by golly, you did it."

"You don't really mind livin' out here?" Charley asked, remembering his wife's outburst earlier that day.

"I wouldn't change our sod house for a Pittsburgh mansion," Miriam said proudly.

Charley suddenly slapped his arm.

"What is it?"

"Damned flea," Charley snarled.

"On second thoughts...." Miriam said.

They looked at each other and laughed, then embraced as hard as they could.



Solomon



They have never met, but their eyes meet across a two-lane street and through two store windows. It's Sunday. She's eating lunch at a bakery, and he at a sushi restaurant.

One coincident glance. Two souls, formerly isolated in all ways, are now strung together by a tenuous connection so fleeting that neither person would consciously recall it. Yet, even after the glance between two people has broken, each unknowingly carries a piece of it. Each bears an imprint of the other, an imprint that, if not needed, may never surface again.

It's the following Sunday, noon. She is at the bakery again, and he at the sushi restaurant. Without knowing why, he looks through the window, across the street. And without knowing how, he finds her face again. The meeting of their eyes is not a glance this time, but a gaze, and the look on her face as she turns away is not a mask, but an unbidden grin.

Again, Sunday. Again, noon. But this time, she walks into the sushi restaurant. He is not there. She looks around, scolding herself. Why am I here? she asks. Who was I expecting to see? She turns around to leave, and as she steps out of the door and under the awning, she looks across the street.

There he is, leaning against the doorframe of the bakery, hands in his pockets. She dares to look at his face and sees that his eyes are waiting for hers. She blushes and looks away. She looks back at him. He tilts his head to the side, smiles, shrugs.

He watches her step out from the shadow of the awning and into the uninhibited sun. She looks to the nearest crosswalk, and he understands. With shy, sauntering steps, they travel parallel paths to the street corner.

Don't go to her, he says to himself. You know this cannot end well.

When the sign allows, she crosses the street. He stays.

She speaks first. "You like pastries?"

"To be honest with you, not especially," he says with a guilty smile.

"What a coincidence." Her tone is playful.

He's puzzled; "You...don't like pastries, either?"

"No, it's just that I don't like sushi," she smiles.

He laughs, wondering if he understood her humor correctly and hoping it was appropriate to laugh.

"Dare I ask why you were there, then?" he asks.

"I daresay the same reason you were there," she indicates the bakery.

"My name is Alena," she says, extending her hand.

He takes it in both of his hands. "Alena," he repeats. Her heart flutters.

"I'm Solomon."

~

They agree on an Indian restaurant. He learns that she is an astronomy Ph.D. candidate. She learns that he is a museum curator. Each of them is sufficiently obsessed with their field—and the other, sufficiently interested in listening—that the rest of the afternoon passes without their awareness.

He checks the time on his phone. 

"Oh, my, I didn't realize—it's so late already."

"I'm sorry for keeping you," she says, standing up. "We should do this again!"

He avoids her eyes, hopes she won't notice his hesitation.

"Only if you want to," she says. She noticed.

"I do," he says. "I've never asked for a girl's number before."

"First time for everything," she says cheerfully.

She takes his phone to input her number.

"Whoa, is this a sunset clock?" she asks.

"Yes," he says, watching her reaction carefully.

"Awesome." She types in her number and saves the contact. "This is a new phone?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You have no other contacts!"

"Ah, yes, I just—I tend to keep to myself."

"So you've never asked for anyone's number before," she teases.

"First time for everything," he says.

That night, she turns the notification volume up on her phone. Keeps it on the table at dinner so she can see if it flashes. Checks it a few times before putting it on her night stand. No messages.

No messages the next day in the lab, either. Or that night, or the next few days. By Friday, Alena has convinced herself that he simply wasn't interested, that the happiness in the hours of talking and laughing last weekend was imagined.

~

During her lunch hour on her last workday of the week, her phone rings. She jumps, because she had forgotten that she turned it that loud. She looks at the screen; unknown number. She waits for a few too-rapid heartbeats, then answers it.

"Hello?"

"Alena," says his resonant voice. So low, and so close to her ear.

"Oh, Solomon! I mean—is this—may I ask who's calling?" She curses herself in her mind.

"It's Solomon," he says.

"Hi, Solomon!" Stop talking too loudly, Alena, she scolds herself.

"We're opening a new exhibit tomorrow," he says. "Would you like to go?"

The next morning, they are in his museum. He has spent nearly as many hours planning this tour for her as the tour will take. Alena does not understand art, but as she listens to Solomon, she realizes that understanding is not the point of art.

They stand before a painting, side by side. She looks at his hand, wonders if he would mind if she held it. She moves closer to him, but in the same moment, he moves closer to the painting.

After the length of several quiet breaths, he says, "When I see a painting like this, I wonder...who is this artist?"

She looks at the plaque and reads aloud the artist's name, teasingly.

He chuckles softly. She decides it's a victory for her sense of humor. "No, I mean—Alena, who are you?"

"I'm a human being. I'm a scientist. I'm a tiny speck of nothing in a giant universe of everything."

He looks at her kindly and takes her hand, as if to discourage her from thinking that she is nothing.

"Who are you, Sol?" she retorts playfully. "Has anyone ever called you Sol before?"

He leans toward her conspiratorially. "First time for everything," he says. He skims his thumb over the flats of her fingernails.

He turns back to the painting. "The person who painted this—was it the same person they were as they were growing up? Or the same person they were when they first learned betrayal, or when they witnessed another person's suffering, or when they breathed the winter's air instead of the summer's?"

She simply listened, content to hear is voice and hold his hand.

"When an artist paints a piece as dark as this, do they fear judgment? Do they have to suppress a part of themselves, or is it really the truest side of themselves that they're showing?

Who are we, really? What would you have to take away from a person before they are no longer themselves?"

~

It's late afternoon of the next day, Sunday. They're on the edge of the forested foothills at the fringe of the city. She wants to show him something. Alena leads him into the foothills, away from the compounded sounds of the city. Solomon looks to the sky, knowing that the closer the sun is to the horizon, the farther he should be from her.

"Here we are!" she says. They stand before a lofted building, a cylinder capped with a half dome.

"It's...an observatory." His voice is quiet, guarded.

"It's my favorite place in the world! Or rather, my favorite place to escape the world."

She goes forward, pulling his hand, but he has stopped. "I can't stay."

"Why not?" She feels a little hurt. She has never taken anyone else here before.

"We should go back before dark."

"But that's the point," she smiles. "What, are you afraid of the dark?"

He looks at her seriously. Yes, he thinks.

"Oh, all right, but let me at least show you the inside."

She pulls him up a flight of stairs on the outside of the building. At the top is a door, and inside is a spacious round room, so unlike the flat walls he's used to decorating in the museum. When the door closes, it is completely sealed off from the outside; the only light comes from the numerous computer monitors at desks around the perimeter of the room. In the center of the room perches an enormous telescope, its angled arm disappearing into the darkness near the ceiling.

She leads him around the room, explaining the technology and what she knows of the universe. This tour is full of unrequested answers, not unanswerable questions. He gets lost in the white glow on her expressive hands, her swishing dress, her swaying hair. Soon, she is suddenly closer than he realizes. He can see nothing but the darkness of her eyes. She is touching his wrist, his shoulder. He closes his eyes, hoping that she will not kiss him, and hoping that she will. When she kisses him, presses her soft and tilted lips to his, he cannot help but return their caress.

She leans back, smiling, not wanting to ruin the sanctity of their first kiss. Now she is ready to show him the sky. She presses a lever on the wall. A panel in the ceiling slides back to reveal a wide slit, through which the telescope unblinkingly gazes.

As the chasm opens, the gold light of sunset light fills the room. Solomon watches the light fill her face and catch in her eyes. Then, he realizes.

He rips his phone out of his pocket and checks it hurriedly. The sun is about to set. "I have to go."

He runs to the door, away from her, as far away from her as he can. He flies down the stairs. As he reaches the last step, he looks up. There, he sees the last sliver of sun sink below the black horizon.

He stops. He slowly straightens up. Slowly turns around to see her rushing down the stairs. When she sees that he has stopped, she slows, too.

He raises his arm and extends his hand, palm up, fingers commanding. "Alena."

She takes another step down, reaches for his hand uncertainly. He snatches it suddenly, pulls her down to him. She cries out in surprise and falls into his arms. He holds her firmly, her back to his chest.

When she catches her breath, she says, "What are you doing?" Her tone is playful, trying to hide her surprise.

"I'm raping you."

Fear shoots through her in sparks and chills. It pervades her, invades her.

After a beat, she says, "Ha, ha. Very funny."

"Funny, you say?" His tone is amused and challenging.

"Is this funny?" he says as he rips open the back of her dress. She gasps.

"Is this?" He wrenches down the front of her dress, and she suppresses a yelp.

"No, no, it's not." Her voice is weak. She knows she should fight or run, but she cannot move except to tremble.

"Oh, yes, it is," he chuckles. His lips brush against her neck as he speaks. "Your favorite place in the world is about to become my favorite place: the place I destroyed my hope by ruining you." He licks her neck—she squirms—then bites it slowly—she nearly sobs.

He partly drags her and partly carries her up the stairs, into the dusk-lit room. If she could name the sound of despair, it would be the sound of the door closing behind them.

She could not think clearly, but his words echoed in her mind. She dared to ask for explanation: "Destroyed...your hope?"

"Mmhm," he purrs. When they reach the base of the telescope, he turns her around. Forces her onto her knees. Pushes her face-up onto the floor. Presses himself on top of her.

Tears start to form in her wide eyes. "I don't—"

"Understand, little girl," he says, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him, "that hope is the cruelest of evils." As if the evil he was committing was the lesser.

"What, you think I was just pretending to love you?"

He stiffens at the word "love." So does she; she did not mean to admit to herself that she loves him. Or, loved him.

"You can't love me," he says.

"Why not?" she says defiantly, hypothetically, as if it mattered anymore.

"Simple, darling. Because you can't know me." He presses his hand along the bare skin of her stomach, sliding lower and lower. She writhes and tries to push it away, but he is relentless.

There is now nothing between his finger and her vulva. His finger slides and starts to press into her. With renewed energy from panic, she whines and tries to scramble away. She even gets partway up before he pins her back down, his hands conquering hers.

"Have you been touched there before?"

She shakes her head shamefully.

"First time for everything." He grins and skims his thumb over her fingernails. This familiar gesture disturbs her more than anything he has done so far.

He pushes her hands over her head. He yanks at a power cord at the base of the telescope. One end comes free of the wall. He uses the cord to bind her shaking wrists.

He takes off his clothes, then tears off what's left of her clothes. She gasps. The floor is so cold against her blushing skin.

He leans against her. He runs his tongue over her lips. She whimpers, closes her eyes, turns her face away. "I can taste your fear."

He traces his finger along the lips of her entrance. She tries to twist away. "And, I can feel your desire."

He holds his wet fingers before him, and with his other hand holds her face so that she can't look away as he licks them slowly.

He whispers, "No one is going to save you."

He kisses her furiously, crushing her lips with his. She gasps, not meaning to but unable to stop herself, and his tongue ravages her open mouth.

He bites her lip as he penetrates her.

She screams and sobs, her hope deserting her in the form of tears.

He slowly pulls out of her. Their lips separate.

"Solomon, please," she whimpers hopelessly.

He replies only by thrusting into her again, slowly, deeply. She moans. She is filled with injustice, pain, and the shameful pang of pleasure.

She now seeks his kiss, as if it will somehow justify this act of rage, but he refuses her parted lips. "Kiss me, Solomon," she begs, but he will not kiss her.

He continues his slow, torturous thrusts, eroding her. Her pleas turn to wordless moans. Her back arches up, to bring him closer and to push him away.

She bursts, falling apart, coming undone. As she cries out, he captures her mouth in a selfish kiss, and as she collapses under him, he kisses up her tears.

She is spent, but he is not. He unties her wrists and carries her listless body to a desk. He lies her on her back and kneels before her knees.

He starts to separate her legs. His hands slide leisurely along her knees and thighs. She is disoriented and weak, but when she realizes what is happening, she tries to escape. But she has nowhere to go, and he is will not be denied.

She hugs her arms to her chest, trying to cover what nakedness she can.

"No, naughty girl. Uncover yourself."

When she hesitates, he pinches the inside of her thigh. She yelps and quickly puts her arms to her sides.

He slides his hands up her legs, up the sides of her waist, to her breasts. They rise and fall with her uneven breath.

He brushes his fingers over her nipples. The more she squirms, the harder he kneads them, until soon he is pinching them mercilessly and she is begging him to stop.

At a time of his own choosing, he releases her stinging breasts and trails his hands back down to her hips.

He slides his teeth along her thighs. Then, ever so lightly, he kisses the lips at her entrance. She whimpers and bucks desperately away from him, but the hands at her hips pin her down.

"I love making you moan," he rasps.

Her hands push at his, trying to free her hips from his painful grip.

He blows air onto her vulva. He licks her. He caresses her with the textures of his mouth—soft, cold, wet, sharp. She struggles and moans. She cannot take any more; she comes apart again, gasping, shivering.

He does not allow her a moment to recover before he pulls her up. The blood rushes from her head. She can barely speak. Her words are almost a whisper: "Solomon, let me go."

He lifts her and crushes her against a wall. Her head falls forward onto his shoulder.

He seizes her hair. His hand goes down; her chin goes up.

He bites her neck, and somehow, she still has enough energy to whimper.

"You belong to me."

He penetrates her again. She yelps and holds his shoulders.

He slams into her violently and repeatedly, each time thrusting faster and harder.

He growls into her ear. "Come for me, little girl."

She cannot help but do so. He bites her ear as he surges into her.

He drops her to her feet and walks away.

~

The sun surfaces, Monday. Solomon wakes.

The memories of the night jolt him, stab him. He launches himself to his feet and looks around. He sees her asleep, in a strip of sunlight. She is curled up, clinging her bloodied legs to her torn dress.

Oh, no, he thinks.

He walks over to stand above her.

"No, no!" He falls to his knees before her, enraged at himself. He holds his head in his white-knuckled fists.

Alena wakes. In her eyes, fear quickly replaces the daze of sleep. She shifts weakly away from him.

"Alena, please—it's me." His voice is imploring, remorseful.

He starts to come closer. She doesn't move.

He is now close enough to touch her. "My Alena," he sighs. He pulls her into his arms, hugs her, begins to sob into her hair. When she feels the gentleness of his touch, she relaxes and allows herself to cry.

"I'm so sorry. I should have told you—I should have left you—I should have looked away from you the moment I first saw you!" He breaks away from her.

"Left me? You don't...want me?"

"I have never wanted anything more, and for that reason I should not have let myself near you."

"Solomon, please help me understand."

He pauses, trying to form words for something he has never told anyone.

"I have always lived alone."

"Why?"

"I cannot afford to be part of someone else's life."

She decides not to interrupt. He pauses again, thinks, then continues. "Just as the artist cannot choose who she is when she paints, so must I struggle to hold onto my identity.

When the sun leaves the sky, a part of me leaves me."

"So, you become a different person?"

"No, that's not quite it. I can still remember what I did during the day, who I was in the day, but I make different choices. I want different things.

And during the day, I can remember what I did at night—" He breaks off, starting to become angry again.

She reaches out to embrace him.

"No!" he snaps. "I don't deserve to live, let alone be comforted by your touch." He turns away.

Alena attempts to untangle her thoughts. Never had she feared more for her life. Yet, never had she witnessed the exposition of a soul the way that Solomon bared his to her. His two sides are alike in their sincerity, and they are separated by their choices. What choice would be hers? What choice would be right?

He turns to look over his shoulder at her with pleading eyes. "Run from me, Alena."

Smoothly and without hesitation, she reaches out, touches his spine, folds him into her embrace. She holds him until his tears dry, all the while running his name through her mind. Solomon, soul of man, sun or moon.



Solomon and I



The young woman looked at King Solomon in his palace. "Kiss me a hundred times, for your love is sweeter than honey. Your cologne smells of wonder, and your name is great. I know why all women love you! Let me go with you! Let's go!

"You've brought me into your palace and I'm happy! I'm black but beautiful, more black than the dark clouds in the sky."

"You're more beautiful than the silk robe you're wearing," Solomon said.

"Don't look down on me, just because I'm black," she said. "I pick grapes in the vineyard in the sun, which makes me even darker.

"Tell me where you'll be today, so I can join you."

"Follow the trail of my heard, most beautiful woman in the world. What a lovely young woman you are. How lovely your cheeks are, with your hair falling over them. How majestic your neck is with those string of jewels around them. The golden earrings and silver beads."

Later on, King Solomon lies on his bed, smelling her perfume.

"You're like Myrrh, lying between my breasts," she said.

"You're more beautiful than the flowers in the Garden of Eden. How beautiful you are, my love. How beautiful. Your eyes are like doves. What a lovely thing you are, lying here beside me. You're like the best rose, the lilly of the valley. No other woman compares to you."

"You're like the best apple tree in the orchard, she said. "You brought me to your banquet, showing everyone how much you love me. Feed me your love, I'm lovesick."

"He placed his hand under her head, embracing her with the other.

That night, she woke up and Solomon wasn't there. She looked all over for him.

The next day, they were married. That night, Solomon said to her, "Your lips are made of honey and cream is under your tongue. Your like a private garden, a spring that no one else can have, a fountain of my own."

"The other night, I dreamed you were at the door. I woke, my hand between my legs, yearning for you. You're so tanned and handsome, better than millions of others. Your head is like gold. Your body is like beautiful jewels. Your legs are like marbles set in gold."

"Your teeth are so white," Solomon said. "I have sixty other wives, eighty concubines and hundreds of virgins to choose from, but you're the chosen one. They all praise you. Your thighs are like jewels. Your navel is like a glass of wine. Your waist is like a heap of wheat. Your breasts are as big as two clusters of grapes.."

She got up seductively, removing her robe. She was nude except for two clusters of grapes against her breasts. When she laid back down, they took turns eating the grapes, until they were gone. Solomon stared at her huge breasts, then sucked her three inch nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned. They kissed. Their tongues connecting, bringing a sensation to their stomachs, as he stroked her smooth, dark thighs.

"I don't want to get pregnant yet. Is this OK?"

Solomon removed his robe, his hard manhood rubbed against her right thigh. She thought the answer was no, so she spread her legs, waiting for him to enter her. Solomon began kissing her breasts, stomach, sticking his tongue in her naval. He moved down and kissed her vagina. She moaned louder as his breath landed there. Solomon laid on his back, showing her what he wanted. At first, she thought he wanted her on top, but she knew better. She spread her legs over his face and ever so slightly placed her vagina against his mouth. She sat there, moving back and forth on his face as he sucked and jammed his tongue in her vagina. She tilted her head back, moaning louder as he grabbed her butt and pressed her farther inside her mouth. She'd never experienced anything like this as multiple orgasms came. She came inside his mouth as she shuddered violently, but he didn't care. Pleasing his lover was more important.

As they laid there, stroking each others bodies, she said, "My sister is eighteen, and has very small breasts. Who will marry her?"

"I will, and I'll take good care of her."

After Solomon married the sister, she looked at Solomon nervously, shaking all over. Make love to the King! She removed her robe, showing off her nude eighteen year old body. She was afraid he would reject her, and she'd stay a virgin for eternity. He stared at her small breasts and one inch nipples, sticking out and bumpy, waiting to be sucked.

As her heart beat faster, she laid on the bed and spread her legs. Solomon removed his robe. She stared at his hard manhood, pleased she was turning him on. He got on top of her, skin against skin. His large body engulfing hers. Solomon's muscular, hairy chest rubbed against her small breasts and nipples. Their lips connected as he entered her. She grimaced in pain and moaned at the same time, then awesome pleasure when she grew wetter. He wrapped her legs around him, rubbing the back of her thighs. When he was all the way in her, he asked her if she was OK. She nodded, moaning and grimacing. He cares about my well-being? She thought. He started moving faster and faster inside her. When they came, he moaned as the orgasm grew. She grimaced in pleasure.

After it was over, he again asked her if she was OK. She was flattered. He could have treated her like trash.

"The next time will be a lot better, Solomon whispered. 



Solomon Buys A House



Edward watched his wife get dressed from the corner of his eye as he tied the tie around his neck. "Honey, why don't you show some leg?"

"Edward!" said Claudia perturbed, but smiling. She liked that after ten years of marriage, her husband still couldn't take his eyes off her.

"I'm serious," said Edward. "If this deal goes through, we stand to make one million dollars in commission. Anything to get him to sign his name on that contract." Edward sold real estate around Stony Harbor, Long Island. The House in question was a fifteen million dollar beach house. Those houses were owned mostly by the rich and famous of New York City and rarely came up for sale. 

"Ok honey," said Claudia letting the dress she was wearing fall to the floor. "I have just the right dress." Claudia stood there wearing a lacy white garter ensemble and let her husband stare at her in her underwear. She turned and pulled out a tight black dress that only reached halfway to her knee. 

Edward held his breath and felt his penis stir. Claudia was a beauty and was born near to perfection. What hadn't been perfect, a boob job had taken care of. His wife was a tall, leggy, raven haired woman with the body of a swimsuit model and the tan to match. Her breasts had been large before the operation, but she insisted on adding a cup size. Her large boobs changed her appearance from a pretty model to a sexy stripper, but at heart she was still a decent small-town girl. 

Edward was a good match with his wife. He was tall, good-looking, and fit with only a slight paunch that hadn't existed five years earlier. He had been quite the ladies man in high school and college, marrying, and settling down just after college upon meeting the innocent Claudia. His charm with the ladies translated well into sales and he was quite successful. His penis turned fully erect watching his wife wiggle into her sexy dress. He couldn't be late to this meeting, so he'd have to take care of that later. 

*******************

"Edward," whispered Claudia as they walked towards the entrance to the restaurant, "look at that black guy, he looks just like Fat Albert."

"That's actually my client's bodyguard," replied Edward. The obese black man made Edward feel uneasy, but then again so did his client.

They entered the restaurant and Edward immediately saw his client sitting alone at a table. The giant back man seemed to be the focal point of the entire room. Not only didn't any blacks live in Stony Harbor, but the sheer muscular mass of the man stood out like a sore thumb. He was bald headed, very handsome, with a goatee that gave him a sinister appearance.

"Claudia," said Edward, "this is Solomon King. Mr King, this is my wife, Claudia."

Solomon KIng stood up and Claudia found it hard not to stare as the black giant towered over both her and her husband. "A pleasure to meet you Claudia," said Solomon taking her hand in his. Her small hand completely disappeared in his. He held it slightly longer then he should of, his eyes piercing hers the whole time. 

"Nice to meet you Mr King," she replied as they took their seats. "I don't usually come along on my husband's business meetings."

"Call me Solomon."

"Mr King, I mean Solomon," said Edward, "actually invited you. He saw our wedding picture on my desk and asked that I bring you along."

********************

Edward tried to talk up the house all through dinner, but Solomon only had eyes for Claudia. The giant black man had his arm around Claudia's chair and kept talking to her. Occasionally, the black man's hand would disappear under the table and Claudia would blush furiously. She seemed to enjoy the attention, but looked uncomfortable and occasionally stared at her husband as if asking for help. Edward began to wonder if he shouldn't have asked her to dress so sexy. She was distracting Solomon a little too much.

"As you know this house is beach front and overlooks Long Island Sound. These homes rarely come up for sale Mr King." Edward felt like he was talking to a brick wall as Solomon kept staring at Claudia. "It's walking distance to the marina, both an indoor and outdoor hot tub. An upper deck for entertaining and a large bar. 

"Claudia, would you like to dance?" asked Solomon as the house band started playing a slow tune.

"I'm not much of a dancer," she replied.

"Go ahead honey," said Edward. 

Claudia flashed him a glare, but allowed Solomon to take her hand and lead her over to the dance floor. Edward reached in his briefcase and pulled out the contract. He was running out of ideas to convince Mr King to sign. He looked up at his wife and client dancing his eyes growing wide at the sight.

*******************

Solomon held her uncomfortably close as they danced. They were the only ones dancing and she felt like she was on display. Every eye in the restaurant were on them, many of them friends or clients of her husband. This town wasn't used to seeing anything interracial. Her husband was staring at them just as Solomon's hands ran down her back and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her against him. 

Claudia could feel the outline of his penis against her stomach, it felt hard and impossibly huge, but it was still growing. Claudia tried to back off from touching his monstrous appendage, but Solomon held her tight and she quit fighting. 

Claudia saw Edward get up and approach them. Her husband seemed nervous as he said, "May I cut in?"

"Sit down Eddie," said Solomon without even looking at her husband. Edward just stood still for a minute before returning to the table. Claudia felt a brief flicker of anger at her husband's meekness. Solomon didn't react at all, it was as if he expected people to obey him. Eventually, the music ended and Solomon led her back to the table. 

Edward was pissed and was about to tell Claudia it was time to leave, when Solomon said, "lets take a look at that contract." Suddenly excited, Edward handed over the contract and watched Solomon check it out.

"What can you offer me to make me sign?" asked Solomon staring at Claudia.

"We're prepared to throw in a speed boat."

"I'm prepared to sign in the morning if you throw in the boat and an evening with your wife."

"What!" exclaimed Edward.

Claudia gasped and said, "no way, you pig." 

"What do you stand to make off this deal, a million? That's a lot of money for one nights work. Think about it while I go piss."

"Never," said Claudia as the black man left the table.

"Do you believe the nerve of that man?" said Claudia looking at her husband. He actually seemed to be thinking about it. "You don't want me to do it?"

"Honey. of course not, but it is a lot of money. "We'd be set for life. We could travel, buy a bigger home, and we've talked about children."

Claudia looked at Edward in shock.

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Solomon entered the bathroom. The stalls were crowded and he squeezed his way between two men. Solomon made a lot of noise as he stood back and whipped his cock out. The man on his left, lost control and peed on himself. The man on his right, gasped, shoved his penis back in his pants and got out of there.

Solomon loved doing that to white men. Make them feel inferior, make sure their wives didn't get any that night, and maybe the men would go back to their wives and put ideas about foot long black cocks in their heads. He liked doing that to men, what he didn't like was giving white men a million dollars of his money. Least he could do was destroy the man's marriage, if she left him then she would get half the money when she shacked up with some brotha.

Solomon walked over to Bull before returning to the table. "Did you do it?" Bull nodded. Solomon smirked, patted his friend on the shoulder and returned to the table. When Edward left the table while they were dancing , Bull had poured some X-cite into Edward's wine. The drug would make him impotent for at least a week. They jokingly called it anti-viagra from time to time. Interestingly, it had the exact opposite effect on women, but Solomon didn't want help forcing Claudia to submit to him. 

Claudia was crying when he sat down. Edward looked sick, but said. "We'll do it."

"Good," said Solomon. "Lets be on our way then. I'll follow you back to your house and in the morning transfer fifteen million to your agency. You should have your commission by the afternoon.

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Claudia was quiet as they drove home, Solomon's limo following them. Edward felt rotten selling his wife out for money.

"Edward," she said so softly he could barely hear her, "his penis rubbed against me while we were dancing." 

"He's obviously a sick pervert. I'm sure it will all be over in a few minutes. Just think of everything we can do with the money." 

"You don't understand. His penis felt huge, a lot bigger then yours. I'm scared." 

Edward felt all the color drain from his face when he heard that. His penis was nothing to be ashamed of at just over six inches, but no man wanted to hear that another man was bigger. "It probably just felt bigger through his suit." He was worried though. He knew his penis was perfectly average, but what if Solomon was a little bigger. Could another inch make that much of a difference? Up until now, he hadn't thought that his wife might actually enjoy having sex with the black man.

They pulled up at their house a few minutes later, Solomon's limo parking behind them. Edward led his wife into their living room closely followed by Bull and Solomon. 

Bull stood near Edward as Solomon sat down in a chair. "Lets get going," said Solomon. "You are mine for the evening. First, I want you to strip for me." 

Claudia's dad had warned her about black men. Solomon had probably been waiting his whole life for a chance to fuck a white woman. Her legs wobbled as she walked before him and flashed him a look filled with hatred. 

"You don't like me do you, Claudia?" 

"I hate you, you arrogant bastard." 

"Strip for me bitch." 

Claudia's hands were shaking as she reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up. 

"Excellent," said Solomon when he saw her garters. 

Claudia pulled the dress over her head and threw it to the floor. She stood clad in only her bra and panties. She was blushing, but felt a surge of pride at the look on his face. Ever since she got the boob job, she had enjoyed showing off her body, wearing tight dresses or skimpy bikini's at the beach. She enjoyed showing off her body, but in those cases the men weren't going to sleep with her. Solomon's pants were tenting out obscenely and she could even see Edward frowning at it. 

"Your magnificent, Claudia. Turn around for me." 

Claudia did feeling humiliated at being treated like this, but feeling something else stirring deep in her belly. 

"Remove your bra." 

Only Edward and the surgeon had ever seen her bare breasts before now. This was something new. She unhooked her bra and held her arm across her breasts as she dropped her bra to the floor. 

"Lower your arms, bitch." 

Claudia slowly lowered her arms, quivering with shame. She was surprised to see her nipples were rock hard, engorged, jutting out further then she had ever seen them. 

"Now the rest," said Solomon. He looked like a predator as he stared at her huge breasts. 

Her breasts dangled ponderously as she bent to unhook her garter and rolled the stockings down her legs. When the garter was off, Claudia held her breath and quickly yanked her panties down letting two strange black men see her nude body. Claudia looked down in shame and instantly hated herself. Her panties lay at her feet and she could see a wet spot on the crotch. She was becoming aroused. 

"You have a beautiful pussy," said Solomon standing and removing his tie. Her pussy was closely shaved for wearing her bikini and her pubic hair was as raven black as the hair on her head. 

Solomon was removing his shirt now and she couldn't believe how muscular he was. His chest was covered with row upon row of hard ridged muscles. 

"You any good at sucking cock?" asked Solomon undoing his trousers. 

"N-no it's disgusting," she replied revolted at the idea. "I'd never do that." 

"Your gonna suck mine," he said. Solomon was down to a small pair of briefs. His underwear looked like it was stretched out to the breaking point there were so many unnatural bulges underneath it and it was moving like it covered an animal trying to break free. 

"I think you're curious. You want to see what a real man's cock looks like. Take it out and look at it." 

Damn him, but she did want to see what it looked like. She walked over to Solomon and kneeled before him. Claudia reached out a trembling hand when Edward yelled, "No Claudia don't. We don't need the money." 

Claudia paused and looked at her husband. Bull had his beefy hand around Edwards neck preventing him from talking any more. 

"I'll make you a deal bitch," said Solomon. "Prove to me your not a slut. If you can look at my penis without kissing it, I'll still sign the papers and you don't have to go any further. 

Claudia nodded, that would be easy. She reached up her hands, they were a little steadier this time as she gained confidence. She grabbed his briefs and pulled them out before quickly yanking them down. Solomon's cock struck out at her like a snake. It came so fast she reared back her head in shock. Freed from it's prison, Solomon's cock turned hard and pointed right at her mouth. She stared cross-eyed down his shaft in awe of it. The thick black cock was at least a foot long with a head the size of a small apple. His balls were sized to match his cock, big and full. She couldn't imagine how much sperm those things must hold. 

Edward felt his own penis shrinking up into his scrotum. His worst nightmare was revealed to him. Solomon's cock wasn't just an inch bigger then his own, it was twice as big, and twice as thick. 

Solomon grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward so that her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. He released her, but she kept her nose there breathing deeply. His pheromones were starting to remove all reluctance from her mind. 

Solomon's cock smelled of sweat, but it smelled enticing...masculine. She nuzzled the base of his cock and then ran her nose up the entire length to the head. Without thinking, she puckered her lips and kissed the tip. 

"Claudia, no," shouted Edward before Bull shut him up again. 

She wasn't listening any more nor did she stop with one kiss. She kissed down his entire shaft then back up. As she kissed the head again, her tongue flickered out and lapped up the pre-cum leaking out the tip. Soon her tongue was running all around the head. She could sense Solomon's need to cum and he needed her help. 

Claudia didn't understand what had gotten into her. She had a burning desire to lick every square inch of his cock and she didn't stop with his shaft, she moved on to his balls. She shouldn't be enjoing this. She wouldn't enjoy this with her husband, but she was enjoying herself licking a strange man's giant black cock.

Claudia wanted him to cum. She wanted him to enjoy it. She licked back up to the tip and for the first time took a man's cock into her mouth. Just the head filled her mouth completely. 

Edward couldn't understand why his wife was reacting the way she was nor how she could manage such a big dick. Claudia was forcing Solomon's dick down her throat. She jerked her mouth off it from time to time as she gagged and she seemed frustrated that she was having difficulty swallowing it. 

She was also clearly aroused. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers and she was squirming as she kneeled before Solomon. Every now and then her hand would wonder down to her pussy, but reverse itself to hold Solomon's dick steady. She seemed to need to please herself, but was more concerned with pleasing the black man. 

Finally, Solomon appeared close to cumming. He seemed very intense and was staring down at Edward's wife with a look of contempt written all over his face. Claudia appeared to be at the end of her strength. She had managed to swallow about nine inches and her once wildly bobbing head was slowing down. Her beautiful nude body was covered in sweat from exertion, but her hard work had paid off. 

Solomon bellowed like a bull and Claudia's eyes flew open with half his dick shoved down her throat. Her cheeks bulged out and Edward saw her gulp as she pulled her head back off his dick. Her cheeks bulged out again as her lips cleared his cock-head. Sperm poured out of her mouth just as another wad of cum covered her face. Edward gasped in horror, the wad that covered her face was more sperm then he had ejaculated his entire life and more cum was spurting from the tip of the cock. 

When Solomon was done, his cock was still hard. In fact, it seemed even more rampant now. "Ready to find out what a real cock feel's like in your pussy slut," said Solomon shaking his cock at her. 

"Jesus no," shouted Edward. "I don't care about the money any more, just don't fuck my wife." 

Solomon looked slyly at him and said, "I'll make you a deal Eddie. If you get down here and fuck your wife while I watch, I won't fuck her." 

"Somebody needs to fuck me," said Claudia. She was wiping sperm off her face. Edward stared at her, she was actually pushing the sperm into her mouth as if she liked it. 

"Come on Eddie fuck her, she wants it," said Solomon. 

Edward suddenly didn't want Solomon to see his penis. He was embarrassed by it, but if he let that black monster inside his wife she would be ruined for life. He was even more embarrassed when he lowered his pants. His penis and balls were shrunken and had receded into his scrotum. It looked like he had a little boy's cock. 

Solomon's cock was inches from his head as he kneeled between Claudia's legs. Edward tugged on his penis several times, but it remained a limp little noodle. It was so shrunken, it was only about two inches long. Edward glanced over at Solomon's cock, it hadn't shrunk an inch. Edward was overwhelmed with a sense of inferiority as Solomon brought his cock closer and waved it under his nose. He could never satisfy his wife like Solomon could. Just like Claudia had, Edward kissed the tip of the foot long black cock pointed at his mouth. Filled with shame, Edward moved out of the way so that Solomon could kneel between his wife's legs to fuck her. 

Solomon kneeled and hooked his arms under Claudia's legs. "Why don't you guide it in for me Eddie," said Solomon. 

Edward looked down at Solomon's cock. He hesitated only a moment before reaching out and grabbing it. As his hand wrapped around the shaft, Edward suddenly wanted to yield his wife up to Solomon. He pushed the cock down and placed the head poised against his wife's pussy lips.

Solomon pushed forward and his cock slid between Edward's fingers. Edward stared fascinated as his wife's pussy lips stretched wide around Solomon's gigantic cock-head and then slowly closed around it. Claudia had a look of disbelief on her face as she raised her hips into his cock, moaning with pleasure. 

There was a loud slurping sound as Solomon pushed inch after inch through Edward's hand deeper into Claudia. Edward had never seen Claudia this wet before. Just over half of Solomon's cock had easily slid into her before meeting resistance. 

Solomon pulled back and Edward could see his wife's juices glistening on the black cock in his hand. Solomon began thrusting his cock so that Edward was jerking him off at the same time Solomon was fucking his wife. Each thrust sent his cock deeper into virgin territory. Edward's hand was soaked as Solomon's cock slid through it and he knew his wife had cum. 

Eventually, Edward's hand pushed against Claudia's pussy and Solomon said, "let go wimp so I can give her these last few inches." Edward reluctantly let go and Solomon pulled his entire cock out. With one forceful thrust, all twelve inches slammed into Claudia's pussy drawing a loud scream from his wife. At first, Edward thought it was from pain, but the ecstatic look on her face suggested a powerful orgasm.




Solomon Buys A House



The real fucking began now that it was in all the way. Solomon laid down over Claudia and began slamming his cock into her. His large muscular body completely covered the white woman. All Edward could see of his wife, were her legs spread wide around Solomon's bucking ass and her hands clawing Solomon's back. 

Edward watched Solomon fuck at that pace for an impossibly long twenty minutes while listening to his wife's screams muffled under Solomon's chest. 

Eventually, Solomon arched his back and held his cock buried in Claudia's pussy as he came. Claudia's whole body was spasming and her belly was undulating as she had another powerful orgasm. 

Solomon leaned back, sitting up and his cock plopped out, shooting a long strand of sperm across Claudia's belly as it cleared her pussy. The black man stood and held out his hand in which Bull immediately placed a cigar just as he was pulling out a lighter. Edward's mouth was open to say, "no smoking," but he closed it feeling like an idiot for thinking he had any say in the matter. 

Edward stared down at his wife splayed out on the floor. She seemed dazed or asleep and she couldn't seem to be able to close her legs. Her pussy lips were spread wide and would spasm every now and then with sperm pouring out each time. She stayed like that not stirring until Solomon had finished his cigar. 

"Which is your bedroom Eddie?" asked Solomon. 

"F-first door on the left, upstairs," answered Edward looking down at Solomon's cock. It had only shrunk a couple inches. The head now angled down slightly and there was a pool of sperm on the carpet underneath it. 

Solomon pulled Claudia to her feet and half-carried her up the stairs. Edward rose to follow, but Bull put his hand on Edward's shoulder to stop him. Whatever, was going to happen now, he wouldn't be watching.

********************

Edward woke up on the couch just as Solomon was coming down the stairs. Finally, the black man's cock was limp, but it was still close to ten inches as it dangled between his legs. Bull was asleep on the couch and stirred as Solomon began dressing.

Edward ran past the black men and up to his room. Claudia was lying on her stomach with her ass thrust upwards. Both her pussy and her ass were now large holes filled with both wet and dried sperm. In fact her whole body was covered with flaky trails of dried sperm. As he looked at her, she stirred and mumbled, "I love black cock."

Edward heard a car door slam outside and ran downstairs. He ran out the door and up to the limo just as Bull was starting it. The tinted window in back slid down and Solmon thrust the contract in his hand just before the window closed again. The limo moved out of his driveway and drove off.

Edward looked down at the contract, it was signed. He was a million dollars richer. He hoped the price wasn't too high. Things should work out as long as he kept his wife away from black men.

Edward looked up as a truck pulled up to his mailbox. It was a pick-up with two giant black men sitting in back, both were as big as Solomon. They waved and drove off. He opened his mailbox and pulled out a brochure. It read: E&I Lawn & Pool Care. Edward felt his face turn white as he looked down the street. Already, groups of black men had appeared and were working in yards around his development.

********************

Solomon walked out on the upper deck of his new home and looked out over the water. He had come here for a reason. Henry the E&I chemist, had been begging Solomon for a modern lab to produce the X-serum and X-cite. Currently, they used converted drug labs for production, but with the recent purchase of the pharmaceutical lab outside town, E&I Incorporated was going modern. 

He would spend his weekdays in New York and his weekends here. He wasn't about to buy homes for all the blacks coming here to work at the factories, they would have to find their own homes, namely by breaking up local families. 

He walked over to a telescope overlooking the sea and focused it on movement down the beach. He grinned at the picture in the lens. Lifeguard tryouts were underway. The enhanced blacks were leaving their white rivals behind in the sand. The hardest part was finding blacks who could swim. These men had been training for months. Lifeguards got a lot of pussy and soon these beaches would be crawling with the bikini clad wives and daughters of the rich and famous. 

Other teams were drugging the local water supplies with Xcite. There was going to be a lot frustrated women around here. Before Solomon moved in, the African-American population of Stony Harbor was zero. Things were about to change. 

Solomon moved his telescope around to his neighbors. Maybe he could spot some wives to fuck.