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The Apartment

By: Energizer Bunny



I never expected you to take me up on my offer to meet me at the Bunny hole so, when I arrived, I set about getting the place ready for a bit of autoeroticism.  I laid out the comforter in front of the television.  Put a choice video in the machine.  I poured myself a glass of your drink of choice, when we are at the apartment, over ice and mixed it with Pepsi (I am such a punk when it comes to alcohol).  Next, I went into the computer room and removed all of my clothes.  I selected a nice red lace nightie to wear.  I feel so sexy in it.  The way it showcases my legs, and encases my breasts.  I love the way my areolas are just visible beneath the fabric and how my hard, erect nipples threaten to pierce right through.  The back is just long enough to cover my ass to just where it meets my thighs.  

All that was left to do was to pull out my toys.  I brought a few of my favorites.  My friend “Chocolate” the vibrating, penis shaped, dildo that is well endowed (but pales in comparison to TheEnterprise for so many reasons); the butterfly; and, the vibrating double silver bullets.  (I swear that when that handheld control to the bullets is at full tilt, it sounds like a Harley Big Twin Evolution 80 engine.  It almost feels like one, too.  Put that between your legs and keep a straight face.)  Those items, with a bit of lubrication, and I was set for an hour or more of self-appreciation.

With everything in place, I sat down to begin watching the porn flick in the VCR for inspiration.  Just then, my cell phone rang.  I checked the caller ID.  It read, “Thrill”.  Calling to beg off, no doubt.  I answered, with a forced voice that intentionally reflected, as best I could, indifference.  

“Hello”
“Hey”, was your reply.
“Hey.”  I responded, waiting for you to go into your explanation of why you would not be there.
“Are you going to let me in?”
My heart jumped.  You could not be here!
“Where are you?”
“At the door.  Where else would I be if I am asking you to let me in?”
 I could think of a place I would like you to be waiting to gain entrance.
“I will be down in a minute.”  I hoped that my voice still contained the indifference I tried to exude previously, but something about the way my words wavered said I failed.

My God, this was a surprise.  What do I do?  Get dressed for one.  I cannot go down to the vestibule of the building to let you in dressed like this.  I rushed into the computer room and slipped back into my silk sheath dress and slipped on my high-heeled mules.  A quick check of myself in the mirror:  respectable.  I grabbed my keys and my cell phone and rushed from the apartment.  No time for the elevator.  I ran down the stairs to the first floor.  I bolted through the door into the first floor hallway and stopped dead.  “Adjust yourself”, I said to myself.  “Gain some semblance of composure for God’s sake.”  

I took in a deep breath, slowly let it out, and started my steady walk down the hallway to the vestibule.  I turned the corner and there you stood at the door to the building...lit cigarette in hand; a look of unconcern on your face as you assessed the goings on outside in the parking lot.  You turned to me as if you sensed my presence.  Our eyes met and locked.  You smiled a faint smile at me that indicated you knew what I was thinking.  I was thinking what I always do at the sight of you: “DAMN!”  

I walked to the door as casually as I could manage, trying to pace my steps so as not to seem rushed or anxious...fighting back the desire to rush the door, open it, place my hands on your shoulders and jump into your arms while wrapping my thighs around your waist and giving you the longest, wettest, most throat probing kiss in the history of the world.  

But I remembered the words we spoke and what we agreed upon.  We will keep this in perspective.  It will not be what it was.  We will take care of each other’s physical needs.  That is what we are now.  

Calmly, I pushed the door open to let you in.  

“Hey”, you said again.
“Hey”, was my “nonchalant” reply.  I dared not look at you too long, meet your eyes with mine, or linger there.  I would lose all control, I feared.

I turned to head for the elevators.  You followed me as you did in the old days when this was a familiar happenstance.  We boarded the elevator.  I pushed for the designated floor.  You stood on one side, I on the other as the doors closed.  The air was thick, the ride longer than usual.  We used to use this time to kiss and touch as we rode to our floor.  Now we stood there across from each other. 

I felt self-conscious and nervous.  A feeling I had not experienced since I was a teen, or, more recently, since we first took the same ride in this elevator many months before.  You stood tall, distant, and confident…a façade, perhaps, but better than I could muster or see through.  You exuded one of the things I find so attractive about you:  A sense of self.  A confidence and self-assuredness that always promised me that everything would be fine…you would see to it.  You were in control, as always…in control of yourself, the situation, and of me.  I felt you looking at me.  Assessing the physical and emotional metamorphosis I had undergone since our last encounter months previously.  Did you wonder if I felt the same; if the magic was still there?  Did you care?

Finally, the door opened and we left the elevator and proceeded down the hall to the apartment.  The journey that used to be too long was now too short.  What would happen on the other side of the door of the apartment?  Would we find that the magic is gone?  That the physical attraction has waned?  Or, the sexual tension is now non-existent?  Just the glance at you that I allowed myself a few moments ago hinted that I still felt that heat…but did you?

I opened the door to the apartment and we entered.  You saw the set up I had prepared but said nothing.  I made a beeline to the kitchen to prepare your drink.

I bent over into the cabinet under the sink to retrieve the bottle.  I heard you from behind me say, “I always liked that view.”  I felt the blood rush to my face.  

“I don’t have much time”, you said.
“Well, make yourself comfortable.  I will be right there”, was my reply.  

I prepared your drink and joined you in the living room. As you did our first time, you did now...no pretense, or pomp and circumstance.  You made it clear what we were there for as you sat, completely naked on the sofa… the hard, erect Enterprise in hand.  It was all I could do not to drop your drink right there where I stood.  

I took you in from head to toe and up again.  Exquisite.  

“Are you going to give me my drink?”  Your voice brought me back to the here and now.  

I handed you your drink.
“Take off your dress”, you ordered with that soft voice you use that you know I can’t resist.

I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it.  I stood before you in the red lace nightie…not at all what you expected to see, but your expression revealed that you were happy with the surprise.

You took a sip of your drink and took me in visually.  No sign of disappointment.  Neither was I with what I was still beholding, in spite of myself.  

“Don’t touch me tonight”, I said before I realized what I was saying.  “You have done me royally so many times, Thrill.  Let me do you this time.  You can touch my head to push me down on your cock, you can dominate me orally, but you will not penetrate me.  Not tonight.  Tonight I taste, touch, tease, and please you.  I love the feel of your big, gorgeous hands on my head when I go down on you.  But you will touch nothing else tonight.  I want to touch you.”

There was no argument from you.  I neither expected, nor would I tolerate any.  I wanted you to only feel tonight.  Do nothing but experience.  And you, to my utter amazement, acquiesced.  

My God, he was good to you!  And he apparently had an affinity towards me, because look at the epicurean feast he has placed before me.  Looking at your cock, standing tall, free, and hard.  It demanded oral gratification…and who was I to deny it? 

I dropped to my knees in front of you.  I allowed myself to look into your eyes.  You returned my gaze.  Oh yes…it was there:  The raw passion; the heat; the need to taste, feel, smell, and touch you.  I would do all of that in the time I had.  

I moved between your legs until TheEnterprise was millimeters away.  I drew the scent of you into my nostrils.  Ambrosia!  I took in the sight of you.  Gorgeous!  Now, the taste of you.  

I took the head of your cock into my mouth…just the head.  I clasped my lips around you…running my tongue around the head, over the head, into the hole at the tip that surrenders the sweet and tangy juices that I take internally, willingly, and longingly.   I held the head there between my lips, holding it while oblivious to all that is around me.  I was finally tasting what I had missed for so long. 

Slowly I lowered my head down the shaft, gripping every inch with my mouth.  Holding onto it with all the strength I had between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.  My cheeks were concave, the suction strong.  There was no air in the vacuum my mouth had become.  I wanted to feel every part of your cock, every vein that protruded from it, every crease created by them, the smoothness of it.  I never knew I loved the feel of a cock inside my mouth so much until I first felt yours.  

I pushed down to the base as far as I could go.  The head was enormous as it pressed at the tip of my throat.  I used to be able to take it into my throat, but now, I could not.  Out of practice.  My throat was too tense.  I was held by the kind of tension that is sexual…that makes your body shake, your throat close and your pussy open.  I felt my pussy getting wetter and wider.  My mouth watered, as did my eyes.  I wanted to give you the best of me.  I wanted your cock to feel as good to you being in my mouth as having you there felt to me.  I could only try.

I slowly lifted my mouth back up to the glorious top of TheEnterprise.  I gripped it with my left hand, and held onto your balls with my right hand while I circled my mouth around the head, working my tongue over and around it simultaneously.  I rubbed the area between your ass and your balls with my finger.  My mouth watered so much that the thick saliva saturated your cock and my left hand as it held it…so much that even my right hand was wet from it.  

I lifted my mouth from your cock and moved it along the underside of your cock to your balls.  I slowly and softly licked them…teasing you with the featherlike touch.  Then, with no warning, I engulfed them with my mouth.  With my teeth tucked under my lips, I slightly squeezed them as if biting.  I sucked each of them, one at a time, in and out of my mouth.  Try as I might, I could not get them both into my mouth at the same time.  

I tightened the grip my left hand had on your cock and started to jack you off slowly while still sucking your balls.  My hand glided up and down your cock with such ease from all of the lubrication from my dribble.  I moaned and gyrated as I felt myself about to cum.  I could not believe it…I was about to cum from giving you head!  I felt your cock getting harder...your balls getting tight.  I knew I said you would not penetrate me, but I had to feel you inside me…on that I would renege, but I would keep one part of my word, I would do you.

Reluctantly, but willingly (only because of what was to come), I moved away from your engorged cock and stood in front of you.  I pulled the shoulders of my nightie down and pulled my arms through to expose my breasts.  My nipples stood taught, the areolas drawn up around them.  I remembered what you had me do before as you sat on the sofa.   I would do the same for you now.  

I straddled you, aiming my pussy directly above TheEnterprise.  I lifted myself onto my feet in a stooping position, grabbed the back of the sofa on either side of your shoulders, and slowly lowered myself onto you, down slowly until I was impaled by you.  Sweet pain, delightfully stirs inside the deepest part of me.  You are in too deep, but I love the way it feels as it touches a place it should not.  I rise up and let myself sink back down.  The sensation hits again.  I keep this deliberate pace, the determined motion…up and back down, feeling every inch of you fill me from top to bottom and side to side.  I am completely filled by your gorgeous cock intermittently.  

I continue my steady rise and fall until my pace begins to quicken without my wanting it to.  Somehow, I am no longer in control.  My pussy knows what it wants to feel and takes over.  I am bouncing now, leaning forward into you, my tits slapping your face.  You take one into your mouth and squeeze it.  I feel it in my clit as if it were in your mouth instead.  My legs are getting numb.  My movements are frenetic.  I feel nothing except your dick inside me, my pussy swelling, and my clit getting harder and bigger.  

I keep riding you relentlessly until without warning or mercy, my pussy starts to tighten; my eyes begin to water; I feel myself begin to cry and shake; my breath is caught, I can not breath; I lose control of my body, drop down onto the whole of your cock, falling to my knees and forward into you.  I bite the back of the sofa to stifle an involuntary scream that has no breath to give it life, but is born out of the shock of your cock piercing the very depths of me while, simultaneously, I feel that familiar crescendo of heat, passion, emotional upheaval, sensuous pain, and uncontrollable spasm that is my orgasm arrive and take control of my body, leaving my mind spinning with too many feelings to grasp or comprehend, and my body convulsing and pulsating with pleasure that can only be derived from such perfect fucking.

I lye there against you, frozen, feeling every wave as my climax ebbs and flows, my pussy and innermost parts massaging your cock…engulfing it, thanking it for being the strong, hard, enduring phallus that it is.  

Slowly, the rapture subsides and I am slightly in control.  I lift my face from across your shoulder and look down our bodies to where your cock is rock hard and encased in my exhausted canal.  I see where your hair meets my bald mound.  The all of it completely wet with a mixture of juices from both my “mouths”.  I am struck by, and surrender to, the urge to take your cock into my mouth and suck all of my cum from it until I taste yours mix onto my tongue with it.

I am on a mission, possessed with the need to taste your sweet cum…to feel it shoot to the back of my throat, as it has before, with such force that it comes out of my nose.  I resume my position, down on my knees in front of you, about the business now of bringing you off, I pump your cock with my left hand as if trying to produce fire.  I encircle the base of your cock with my right hand and press down so that your balls are between your legs.  My mouth is encasing the swollen head and working that glorious "V" on the head of your cock that so intrigues me.  My manipulations are steady, synchronized…forceful.  I need to taste you.  I need to feel your release.  I want to send you back to the world both fulfilled and drained.  I work you until you cannot take anymore.  You begin to moan and stiffen.  Your cock begins to pulsate.  You suddenly push my head down with such force that your cock slams into the back of my throat just as the first strong, sharp stream of cum jettisons from your balls, through your cock and into my throat.  So strong is the force that cum does escape through my nostrils as several more spurts of your sweet spunk overflows back over my tongue and out of the sides of my mouth. 

I stay there, with your cock at the back of my throat until the throbbing diminishes.  I slowly lift my head to the tip of your cock as you grab the shaft and squeeze to relinquish the last drops of cum from it.  As if starved for it, with the very tip of my tongue, I lick the cum from the head, and play my pointy tongue all over it and into the hole…taking all of the cum I can find. 

Finally, while there on my knees between your legs, I look up at you, and you down at me.  While hungrily licking the residual cum from my lips and around my mouth, I look into those eyes of yours and immediately feel my clit hardening again.  Quickly, I realize my error, look away, rise and go to get your towel.  Big mistake, looking into your eyes. Those eyes of yours get me into trouble.  I know I cannot survive another round of you.  This will certainly hold me until next time.




The Apartment



Author Note: SouthPacific spent a lot of time editing my mess. Thank you for greatly improving the story. 

*

From the moment I woke up I began to stress out, thinking of what lay ahead for the day. I don't like confrontation, and I really hate being the bearer of bad news. 

My wife and I retired from the 8 to 5 rat race in our late forties. We pooled our money, bought a small apartment building and became landlords. We have kept the occupancy rate up with fairly good tenants and enjoy a comfortable income, although maintenance will start eating into our nest egg if we don't stay ahead of the game. The building is getting older, so we need every rent check we collect. 

Today I was planning to knock on Mrs. Brindle's door and tell her that she would have to leave. I was NOT looking forward to it. Unfortunately her rent was four months in arrears, and another month would be due next week. She is a really nice woman, with a lovely daughter that she is trying to put through college, but her husband left her not long ago. I know she would pay if she could, and I don't want to put her out on the street but, at $1,500 a month, we can't afford for her to stay any longer. Sometimes I hate being my own boss. 

When she answered the door I saw her age ten years as my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. She had known this was coming, but I could tell she still wasn't ready. "Please come in, Chuck," she said, and opened the door wider. Although she said it pleasantly, I could sense the effort she had to make to keep her voice relaxed. As I stepped into the living room of one of our smaller apartments I could tell she was taking good care of it, and noticed that the walls were a pleasant neutral color, unlike how it was originally rented. 'Damn, she even painted the place,' I thought to myself. 

She gestured to a seat at the kitchen table and sat down herself. "Mrs. Brindle..." I began, and was immediately interrupted. 

"Chuck, I really wish you would call me Julie. No need to be formal. This situation is not your fault." 

I sighed. "Julie, I... we can't keep allowing you to stay here rent free. We have expenses to meet and it is unfair to the other tenants. I have already let you go two months longer than I have let anyone else go before." 

I saw her eyes watering, but no tears. "Chuck, I will be honest. My daughter and I have nowhere else to go. My ex moved all the money and locked me out. My lawyer assures me that I will get it all back in time, but the bastard keeps getting continuances. If you can just see me through another thirty days I think I can get you all of your money and stay current for the rest of the lease." 

My gut was killing me. "Julie, I really want to believe your lawyer, but this is a business and I have already made more allowances than I had ever planned to. I can't run this like a friend. This apartment has to generate revenue," I said with false certainty. It all sounded much better when I was practicing in my head.

"It is taking everything I have to keep Hillary in college, Chuck. Something has to give and it can't be my child." Her eyes were watering more, and I sensed an oncoming flood. I wasn't sure I could take it if she started really crying.

"Why doesn't she just take a semester off?" I said, sticking my nose into her finances. 

"She doesn't know her father has abandoned us. I won't let her life be put on hold because of that man. She is the only good thing I can take from the marriage, and I can't let her know I am in trouble. I'll sleep in my car before that happens." The last part about the car barely made it out of her mouth, and it was followed by a tear that was quickly wiped off her cheek. 

"I am so sorry, Julie, but the best I can do is to give you to the end of the week. I wish I could do more, but my hands are tied." Even to me that sounded crappy and uncaring, again not like I practiced. I was really wishing that she would accept the inevitable and let me out of this. She relented.

"Thank you, Chuck. I know I have pushed you well beyond your limits." Damn, more tears. Thank God there was no sobbing - I would have caved. "It isn't fair of me to try and get more. I suspect my ex will keep me broke for as long as he can. I will get you what you are owed in time. I just can't give you a good date." Her head was down looking at the floor and her shoulders were slumping in that "all is lost" sort of way. "A week is more than I have a right to." She rose and leaned over and caught me by surprise with a very tender hug. "I know this was as hard on you as it was on me. I am sorry for making it harder by asking for more." 

Shit, she was unintentionally making it worse. "I'm sorry too, Julie." Lame. 

She held the hug a little longer than was comfortable, and I twitched when I realized her breasts were pressing on my chest. I haven't felt non-wife breasts in over thirty years. Even through both our shirts, it was titillating. "You are such a prick," I thought to myself. Getting a cheap thrill out of this woman's suffering made me feel like crap. I fumbled my way out of the hug the best way that I could, and stood up while looking at the floor. 

"When the time comes, Julie, I will help you move your stuff." I threw that out like some kind of consolation prize. She didn't respond. I looked up and she was staring at my crotch. I took a quick look below and was shocked to see an obvious boner in my pants. 

"God, I am so sorry, Julie." I blushed and turned away to straighten things out. My dick hasn't acted that quickly since high school. I turned back in a less obvious state with warm cheeks and what I hoped was a very sorrowful expression. She was sporting a half grin. 

"Did my hug do that?" The grin grew into a smile. "I haven't been able to do that in years." My thoughts exactly. 

"Again, I am sorry. I have no idea what came over it...I mean me." This was truly becoming one of those really, really bad days. 

"There is really no need to apologize. With all this bullshit going on in my life, that is the best compliment I have had in a long time." She was still smiling - boy I wished she would stop so I could keep a shred of my dignity. I can't begin to tell you how uncomfortable I was. Her expression changed and she tilted her head slightly as if considering her options. I felt this was a good time to make a hasty retreat. 

"Julie, I should be going. I really wish it didn't have to end this way. I hope your situation improves soon." I stammered as I was heading for the door which would let me out of this nightmare. 

"Maybe there is a way we could work this out," she said with confidence. Damn, I was almost out and I didn't have the heart to be rude. I turned to see that she was standing tall and had lost the slouch in her shoulders. 

"I don't see how, Julie. It is a money thing and I just can't let it go anymore," I stated more firmly than I intended. 

"What if you thought of it as a loan and I paid ongoing interest until my divorce is finalized?" she said. Damn - that half grin was back. 

"You already owe late payment fees, Julie, which I am willing to forgo because of your situation. I know you can't afford more and putting you deeper in debt would only exacerbate your problem." Why won't this end? I didn't want to sound mean, but she wasn't letting it go. I had to remain firm.

"Who said anything about money?" I looked at her as she placed her hands on her hips. Her shoulders went back and her breasts came forward. I was sensing where this was headed, and all I could think about was my wife. We had been married for nearly thirty years, and I loved her as deeply as the day we met. I really never "sowed my oats" in my youth, and had long since resigned myself to missing out on those male fantasies. I wasn't about to risk my happy marriage for it now. 

"I am not sure what you had in mind, Julie, but, this is business and I am already as deep as I can go," I said firmly, trying to put a stop to any more negotiations. 

She took a step forward, moving uncomfortably closer to me, and smiled softly as she looked directly into my eyes. "Just give me another month and you can have me as interest." I was never a Casanova. Women never came on to me. Hell, it took me three months to work up the courage to make a move on Mary when we started dating. I was in uncharted territory and it showed. I fidgeted and crossed my arms in front of my body, attempting to block her advance. Unfortunately, my prick was enjoying the attention and she knew it.

"Julie, please, I know you are desperate, but this isn't you. I love my wife and would never risk my marriage for a tryst with a girlfriend or mistress or whatever this would be." I attempted to back away, but she had maneuvered in such a way that I was backed up to the couch. I was feeling trapped and sensed that I would have to physically move her out of the way to make an exit. I had never manhandled a woman and it just didn't seem right. 

She sensed my predicament, took a step back to give me a little breathing room, and smiled. "I don't want to be your girlfriend or your mistress, Chuck. You are a decent man and always so polite. What I am offering is one day of fantasy. Something I don't believe you have ever had." Am I that transparent? "I will be your willing slut and you can have me every way, all day, with no limits. No one but you or I will ever know." Okay, that was way more direct than I had ever expected, and I was lost. I tried to fumble out a response, but couldn't put together any coherent words so she continued. 

"I know men and, like all men, you have deep fantasies about what you would do with a woman if you could. I also believe you are the type that would never attempt to act on those urges because you don't think of women as possessions. I will let you own me for one day as your private sex slave. I promise that it will be a day that you will never regret and I will make sure it never interferes with your marriage." My dick was now the only thing that was firm. The entire internet of porn flashed before my eyes as I imagined every position and sick fluid transfer methods I have ever considered. 

"Anything?" I stammered, not really believing the offer.

"Yes, and I will be a happy participant, or fight back if you desire. Think of it as a day long play with you as director." This was too much, way over the top. My brain was no longer functioning properly so my dick took over.

"Mary will be visiting her mother this weekend." 

"I can be free Saturday," she said, like we were booking a dentist's appointment. 

"I'm not into the rape thing." I thought I would clear that up right away. 

"Good! I will play the happy insatiable slut trying desperately to please her man," she said with a bright smile. Was she looking forward to it? 

"Anything?" I asked again. God my dick was hard. 

"Chuck, you have my permission to use me anyway you want this Saturday, after which we will pretend it never happened." 

I was in, all in. "Yes!" I said, a little louder than necessary, and stupidly put out my hand to seal the deal. She laughed at the gesture, but grabbed my hand and pulled me close. She tenderly placed her hand on the back of my neck and directed my head toward hers. A simple tender kiss on my cheek and she whispered in my ear. "I can't wait till Saturday." 

She released me and walked to the door. "Shall we say 9 AM?"

"9 AM is fine," I returned, trying to remember how it came to this. 

She opened the door and said "I really appreciate the extra time, Mr. Timmins". Damn, she had a pretty smile. Out I walked in a daze, wondering how I was going to explain to Mary why I let Mrs. Brindle have another month. She would lovingly call me a wimp, of that I was sure. 

Saturday couldn't come fast enough. When the day finally arrived, I found my dreams starting to turn to fear. I spent the early morning hours wondering if I was just taking advantage of Julie. What if she had spent the whole week in tears, waiting to be abused by her asshole landlord? Where were my morals when the deal was struck? She wasn't really willing; she was desperate, and I was about to scar her for the rest of her life. Even though my dick was rock hard all week, I made a resolution that I would free her from her promise, but still let her stay the extra month. I felt nothing but shame when I finally knocked on her door about fifteen minutes late. 

Julie opened the door wrapped in a bathrobe. Her expression and voice were hesitant: "I thought you might have changed your mind." 

"Yes...but not about the extra month," I quickly added. "You can have that. I don't want to take advantage of you. I was an asshole for abusing your desperation and I feel like crap for letting it go this far. Please don't hold this against me - I am so sorry." I suddenly felt that I had been doing nothing but apologizing to her. After fifty years you would think I would be able to talk to women without blubbering apologies all the time. I felt my eyes welling up - so manly!

She ushered me into the room and closed the door. "If I thought for a second that you would take advantage of me in any way, you would not be here." That gorgeous smile appeared again. "Right now, I don't want Chuck here. I want your alter ego." I was getting confused, again. "Julie, the proper housewife isn't here either". Oh my God...I suddenly realized that this wasn't a one way transaction, and began to feel inadequate for the task. "Today you are going to be Rick, a selfish stud who uses women for his personal pleasure and throws them away. I am Lucy, the insatiable slut trying desperately to satisfy your needs." Whoa, this was serious. The name change lent a false sense of anonymity. She needed this and I wanted this. I suddenly wondered if she was going insane and I was just a future victim. She saw my confusion. "Chuck, I want wild sex with someone I trust, but I don't want Mary's husband." Julie's expression was one of concern, wondering if she may have pushed me too hard. 

Okay, man up, you idiot. Here was a woman willing to break all the rules for one day of carnal pleasure. My pleasure. I get to set the rules and I didn't have to be Chuck. My cock took control. "Chuck isn't here, bitch!" I said, with the nastiest grin I could summon. I didn't think her smile could get any bigger. I was wrong. It was a contagious smile that could fill a stadium. God, I loved that smile. 

Lucy removed her robe and threw it across the room. Naked, she dropped to her knees, placed her hands behind her head and thrust her tits forward. "I thought you would never get here, Rick. When you were late I thought I was no longer wanted." Her eyes were watering. She was playing her part to the hilt and my cock loved it. Chuck's eyes would never have wandered from her face, but lecherous Rick stared at her tits and cunt. 

I began to slowly unbutton my shirt as I walked around, appraising her displayed assets. Her tits were much firmer than I ever would have thought possible. There was only a little droop, with inch wide dark areolas surmounted by half inch long nipples, the latter pointing slightly up and so taut they were practically dripping sex. I doubted that I could cover either tit with both hands. Her pussy was well groomed, with only a small patch of black hair, neatly trimmed above her sex. That might have to go, I smiled inwardly. Rick likes his cunts bare.

I got to the last button at the same time my eyes reached her ass. She had the ass of a twenty year old. How the hell had she hidden that away all this time? I was amazed. The light from the kitchen reflected off the exposed portions of the tight little crack. Oh my God, I think she oiled it. I leaned down 'til my head was next to hers, ear to ear, and ran my finger along her butt crack. "Is that baby oil?" I whispered in her ear. 

"Yes, Rick, I didn't want you to hurt your magnificent cock in my dry ass like you did the first time." She turned her head to mine and pleaded, "you will fuck my ass again, won't you?" 

I tossed my shirt aside. "I'll bone your ass when I feel like it and not before, wench." 

"Of course, Rick, please don't be upset with me," she stammered. 

Oh, this was nice. Really nice. By the time I had made it all the way around, I had unlooped my belt and tossed it on the couch, and kicked my shoes into the corner. She had remained in position the entire time, thrusting her sex at me. I noticed a single drop of clear moisture slowly running down her inner thigh. It had drawn a reflected line straight from her pussy. She was acting but, her body wasn't. "Lucy, how could you think I wouldn't show up when you have such a fuckable body." Rick is such an ass. "But, even with your wonderful assets, your doubt in me has left me less than excited." What a lie, I was harder than a teenager in the girls' locker room. "I think maybe that whore mouth of yours might get me going if you're lucky." Shit, I'll be lucky to last ten seconds. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees and seductively crawled over to me. 

"I will suck you so well, Rick. You will never look at another woman when I am done with you." She licked her lips and began to undo my pants. 

"If I had a nickel for every slut that said that, I would be a very rich man," I said with as much disdain as I could muster. I was really getting into my role. 

She pulled my pants and boxers down together, and my cock snapped to attention at a perfect 90 degree angle. It was so hard it almost hurt. 'I'll be lucky to last five seconds,' I thought. I stepped out of the last of my clothes and Lucy tossed them mindlessly behind her, never taking her eyes off my cock. Now I am no Adonis, but I do pack a thick seven inches. Rick, of course, packs ten. Lucy wrapped her hand around my cock, whispered "magnificent," and plunged her mouth over the head and half way down the shaft. Okay, maybe two seconds. I moaned out of character and out of control. Her mouth was like entering a warm bath. I was fully lubricated on the first down stroke. I was going to blow. 

Her hand shifted down to the base. Her thumb and forefinger squeezed my cock in a place I didn't know existed. I couldn't cum. She knew I wasn't going to last and she knew what to do about it. I didn't know it was possible. I was briefly amazed until my mind returned to her exquisite lips and tongue. The sensations were intense, really intense. I was in heaven and the eyes of an angel were looking up into mine as her lips moved up and down my shaft. Every now and then I could see her tongue briefly leave her mouth and dance seductively along the underside of my shaft. I felt like a stud holding off under such expert pleasure. 

I noticed her free hand was busy between her legs. The arm was moving rapidly, completely out of sync with her slow methodical mouth massage of my cock. The whole time her deep brown eyes were looking to mine. Pleading eyes, wonderful eyes, lustful eyes. I had to return to character before it felt like I was cheating on Mary. 

"Not bad bitch, but I think you could do better." I grabbed fists full of hair on the back of her head, and slowly pulled my cock deep into her mouth. There was a slight restriction at the base of her throat that gave way with only a little more pressure. God, I was having my first deep throat. There was no gagging, just an incredible tightness that had me in pure bliss. Her free arm accelerated and she removed thumb and forefinger from the base of my cock. Oh God, I was losing it. Then the incredible happened, a feeling you have to experience yourself to appreciate. She swallowed the rest of my cock, that last inch that was blocked by her thumb. The swallow rippled across the head of my cock and ran down half its length. I was already gone when I felt wet flesh licking my balls. I looked straight into her eyes as I climaxed deep into her throat. Spurt after heavenly spurt was coaxed out by her impossibly long tongue. I struggled to control the jerking in my legs as she drained me dry. 




The Apartment



I saw her eyes squeeze shut as I finished my deposit, and her whole body began to spasm. Damn, she was suffocating, and I was still holding her face in my crotch by her hair. I yanked her face off my tool, and she fell backward on the carpet taking deep exaggerated breaths. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably and I thought I really hurt her. 

"Oh shit, oh God, fuck meeeeeeeee!" She screamed, her eyes squeezed tight as the hand between her legs accelerated, stopped, then accelerated again in time with her body tremors. My God, she was getting off on me treating her like shit. Her hips began to buck up and down as she hit her crescendo. Her cunt was visibly soaked and dripping moisture down her thighs and ass. 

Her fingers began to slow and rub more passionately with only minor tremors as she came down from her climax. I realized I had been watching the solo show for over a minute, the whole time stroking my rod. I was amazed I was still hard. I knew I was headed for a heart attack, but I didn't care. 

"You are such a cum slut. Getting off on giving me a blow job. Now look at the mess you made of your cunt." I knelt down and grabbed her soaked hand. She was still a little delirious from her orgasm as she watched me take each finger and slowly suck the juices off, one at a time, with affection. She smiled in the satisfaction of the afterglow. I grinned mischievously. "You know, Lucy, I kind of skipped breakfast and you taste delicious." I was eyeing her pretty pussy with evil intent. 

"Rick, no, it's too sensitive right now. Give me a minute and I will be ready." She tried to scoot back. 

Rick is such a jerk, "Like I give a fuck! If I want to eat pussy, you spread your legs, whore!" 

I may talk the shit, but I wasn't into torture. I had been married long enough to know when to stay away from a sensitive clit. I grabbed her legs behind the knees, pushed them to her tits and spread them wide. There was real panic in her eyes that Rick relished. I slowly dropped my head toward her pussy while keeping my eyes glued to hers to intensify the expected agony. I slowly ran my tongue from the bottom of her dripping snatch toward her love button. As I neared her over-sensitive pleasure center, I felt her legs tense up and heard a quick intake of breath through gritted teeth. I came exquisitely close to her nub then trailed off the right.

"Oh, God," she sighed. 

I repeated the painfully slow process, but peeled off to the left. I was always a symmetrical lover. It elicited the exact same response from her. Her button was still on fire from her fingers. I knew that if I attacked her clit directly, I was likely to get an involuntary knee to the face. So I did something completely unexpected. 

I gave her the most concentrated and grim expression I could put together, moved my eyes directly to her bright red hooded clit, and moved in for the kill. She fell for it and I felt her legs tighten and attempt to push me back, but I countered with my hands. 

"Rick, Rick... Chuck," she stammered, while sucking in air. 

I felt the panic in her body as I plunged forward, quickly changed targets and crammed my tongue into her oiled rose bud. Her body went limp as she realized I had only been teasing her and pleasure took hold.

"Oh GOD, Rick, you animal." Her smile had returned with a vengeance. I had never rimmed anyone before. It was exciting watching her reaction and delight. It also wasn't as gross as I would have imagined. I felt in control, powerful and very generous. I went at it like a starving dog. 

"That is so nice, keep doing it like that. Ooohh, please don't stop," she ranted, while slowly rotating her hips. 

With thirty years of sex under my belt, I knew that over stimulating another portion of a woman's body would relieve the pressure on her love button. I keep at her ass for a good long time, listening to her describing my virtues with her head thrown back. Rick is such a stud. I sensed the time was right, released one of her legs, and let it straighten over my shoulder. I kept the other leg pushed back to make sure she remained open to me. I slowly dropped a finger from my free hand down to her pussy lips and lubricated it in her juices. She was blissfully unaware of my ministrations and kept whispering Rick's name. With my fingered well lubed, I moved it to just above the hood of her clit and very lightly massaged the hood, almost tickling it. 

She was in heaven and I only heard moans. It was time. I moved my finger to the clit itself and lightly began drawing quick little circles. Her eyes popped open. I lost the grip on her leg as her whole body went instantly rigid. Maybe it wasn't quite time yet. Her thighs were squeezing my head so tight I lost my connection to her anal cavity. "Ooooo.. Auugggg.. Shittttttttt." She screamed as she tensed up so hard that only her shoulders and head were on the floor. I thought she might rub my ears off with her rock hard thigh muscles. Then came a flood of warm, clear liquid that just seemed to appear above around my nose and upper lip. I knew then that she was having a tremendous orgasm. Yep, I did that bitch. I would have lapped up the nectar if my jaw was capable of moving in those vise grip thighs. My finger slowed its circles as I attempted to time the end with the relaxation of her muscles. 

Her body finally went limp and fell back to the carpet. My head was released, so I sat up on my haunches, watching the euphoric expression on her face. I felt like super stud. 

"That was incredible. You are such a fucking stud, Rick!" she said with her eyes still dreamily closed. Yes, it has been verified. When her eyes slowly opened, her expression became one of humorous concern. "Ah Rick honey, what did I do to you? Your face is so red and you are positively soaked." Being a stud is hard on the body. She quickly sat up, smoothed my matted hair back behind my ear and kissed me deeply on my soaked lips, sharing her juices. The kiss was extremely passionate, very long and highly enjoyable. Rick was losing control of the situation and that just wouldn't do. I broke the kiss and stood up looking down over my rock hard cock. "Look what you did to me, whore. You leaked all over my face and I didn't even hear an apology," I said as sternly as possible. 

"I am so sorry, Rick. I didn't mean it." She was trying really hard not to laugh, "I couldn't help it. It was the strongest orgasm I have ever had." That did seem sincere. "I tried to hold back, but you were just too good." My false ego was getting planetary in size. 

"Well, payback is a bitch, slut. You messed up my face so I'm going I mess up yours. Lay back!" That sounded a little more ominous than I intended. 

"I am sorry, Rick, I guess I deserve this," she said meekly as she followed my instructions. I mounted her stomach and my dick fell right between her beautiful tits. Rick surely wasn't going to do all the work. 

"Make me a tit pussy, Hon. I got some fucking to do." Tit pussy? Where did I come up with these things?

Lucy smiled then pursed her lips, lifted her head and spat all over my cock. She had done this before. I haven't. She grabbed the sides of her breasts and alternately massaged them back and forth to disperse the lubricant. She then lifted them away and spat a few more times. Satisfied with her efforts, she squeezed her tits together around my rod and looked me straight in the eye. 

"Punish my tits for being such a selfish bitch." She didn't have to ask me twice. I placed my hands on the floor above her shoulder to give me leverage, pulled my hips back, and plowed my cock into her tight cleavage. I watched my cock saw in and out of her tits, the head poking at her chin on every down stroke. This was wonderful. I felt a huge sense of power and my dick loved the sensations. 

"You're going to take it bitch. All of it, AND like it." I grunted with my efforts. 

"Give it to me. I deserve no less. Fuck my tit pussy and use my face as your cum rag." The idea of blowing my load in Lucy's face was hitting home. I wasn't going to last long. She knew it and kept up the rhetoric. 

"My tits are yours to use. They were born to wrap your cock. Such a magnificent tool demands my cunt pillows." Where did she get this stuff? "Ruin my face. I want to taste a huge load." She was going to get a big one. "Come for me baby. Come for Lucy." I replaced her hands on the sides of her tits to give me more control, as I pumped with abandon under the onslaught of her dirty talk. I was very close and she knew it. 

With her free hands she did something I didn't expect. I guess it was payback for my little anal escapade a few minutes earlier. Smiling evilly, she stuck her ring finger into her mouth and drew it out soaking wet. She reached around my ass and said in a sultry tone "Now baby," and worked her wet finger into my ass. That did it. 

"You bitch!" I shouted and released her tits, grabbed my shaft and began to unload on her face. She was laughing while my spew crisscrossed her face. Some went into her mouth and some shot far enough to flop into her hair. God it felt good. I let loose a fire hose of sperm on her face. Boy was my cock happy. 

She popped her finger out of my ass, giggling the whole time. She controlled the when of my orgasm and she seemed rather proud of herself. Rick didn't find self esteem an attractive quality in women. Something had to be done about this. She smiled as she pushed the offending finger between her lips and sucked off my ass juice. God, this woman had no limits. 

"Mmmm, your ass tastes sweet. I think you kind of like things stuck in there." She goaded me by emphasizing the word "things." She was right - I did love having her finger stuck up my ass. But she was wrong to think Rick would allow a veiled attack on his masculinity.

I stood up over her. "I don't think I appreciate that condescending tone from a common whore with a face full of cum. Wait till I am done with you. You'll wish you showed me more respect," I said authoritatively. 

She smirked and pointed between my legs, "Seems like you are done with me already." I followed her gaze to my less than half mast tired out cock. It was a dark shade of red and looked exhausted. Pushing it, she was pushing it. I grabbed her hand and lifted her to her feet roughly. 

"I'll teach you respect," I thundered. I sat on the couch, pulled her down and laid her over my knees, ass up. Her expression was to die for, a mixture of apprehension and concern. She knew what was coming but didn't fight the position. 

I really admired the shape of her bottom. Not a wrinkle, just firm tight cheeks bumping up from her thighs. "You asked for this." I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly with a loud smack right on the left cheek. Not a word, just a slight flinch. Smack on the right cheek. Another flinch, but still no sound. Obviously, I wasn't taking this seriously enough. I reached over to the other side of the couch and grabbed my belt, folding it in half. I think she saw me because her ass squeezed tight and her legs had a little tremble in them.

"I'm sorry, Rick, I will be better," she stuttered. 

"I know you will," and down came the belt right across both cheeks. If it felt anything like it sounded I may have swung it a bit too hard. 

"I thought that it would sting a lot more than that." She looked up to me with a superior smile. 

Oh damn, that was Provocation 101. There were lessons to be taught and I was the teacher. I lost it. The belt now had a mind of its own. It crisscrossed her cheeks, leaving mismatched red stripes. There were a lot of screeches and pleading that I don't have the heart to describe. I swung until my arm began to feel the strain of the beating. I stopped, breathing hard, when I noticed she was sobbing and my lap was soaking wet. Shit, she peed on me but never made a move to get off my lap. I went too far. This is what I feared would happen if I let the dark side out. I gently pulled her up off her off my lap and hugged her to my chest. She went limp with her head against my neck and was softly rubbing her butt. My dick shrank to nothing. 

"I'm sorry, Julie, I didn't mean to take it that far. I lost control. I shouldn't have let that happen. I think I made you pee I hit you so hard. I really fucked up. Let me get this cleaned up and I will leave." I said as tenderly as I could while stroking her back, far from her sore ass. 

"Just hold me," she sobbed into my ear. My God, she was shaking. What had I done? This wasn't me. I was holding a beautiful woman I had just got done beating, while sitting in a lake of pee. Was she so desperate for affection that she would accept this? What kind of monster was I? The shaking subsided and I felt her cheek muscles tight against my neck. Was she smiling? I pulled her face away from my shoulder with concern. 

There was that beautiful smile attached to a face full of tears and dried up cum. "That's not pee, stud," she said while she twerked her left eyebrow once. 

"What?" I lifted her to her feet and looked at the clear girl juice that drenched my legs and the sofa. 

"You did earn my respect, though," she smiled again, and turned to stick her striped ass at me. "I don't think my tushy can handle another lesson," she said as she rubbed it seductively. I just stared with my mouth open, not knowing what to say or do. My brain was exhausted from swinging between perversion and self incrimination. She was a wet dream on acid. She promised me a day of fantasy and she was delivering a lifetime. I was really surprised that my heart hadn't failed. She, of course, knew me better than I did myself, and didn't miss a beat. 

She tenderly took my hand and helped me up. "Let's take a shower, Hon. A little warm water break will do us good." Break? You mean there's more? I'm in my fifties, and I was now concerned I wouldn't make to see sixty. I followed like a dog on a leash. 

The shower was wonderful. It soothed my muscles as well as my mind. It gave me a chance to breathe. Julie took her time shampooing my hair and then massaging my entire body with soap. She had one of those shower heads that came free from the wall so she was able to wash everything without me moving an inch. My cock loved the sensual attention and seemed to know it wasn't time to get busy yet. It was very relaxing and I really didn't want it to end. When she was done, she put a bottle of shampoo in my hand and the shower head in the other hand. She smiled and sat down in the tub facing away from me and leaned her head back with her eyes closed. We were in sync. No need for words; just little hints. 

I sat behind her with my legs running alongside her hips. Shielding her eyes with one hand, I began to soak her hair with the shower head. I could swear she meowed. She loved being pampered. I massaged the shampoo into her head deliberately, with feeling, and got another meow and a soft smile. I should really try this with Mary, I thought to myself. It felt like a pure expression of love, but very sexual at the same time. While I was rinsing out her hair she kept leaning back into me very affectionately, letting me know how much she liked it. I stood up and helped her to her feet. I then washed every inch of her body, leaving no crevice untouched. I was slow and methodical. I really liked the whimpers the shower head caused when I rinsed off her cute pussy. I was extra tender on her backside since the stripes still looked mad. I really enjoyed the whole experience. I mentally added a removable shower head to my shopping list.

When I was done I looked her in the eyes and gave her cheek a tender kiss. She lifted her hands to the sides of my head. 

"That was wonderful," she said, and pulled me in for a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues tangled and my dick began waking up. She pulled my head back a little bit and looked deep into my eyes with a serious expression. "Do you love me?"

Whoa, panic mode set in. I mean the shower was lovely, but I am not switching houses. "Julie, I am not sure I made myself clear. I mean you are a wonderful fantasy, but Mary is my reality. I would never leave her. She is my true soul mate. I had no intention to lead you on, and I apologize if you thought this would lead to anything beyond today." 

She smiled. "Just making sure; some guys go a little overboard when the tender stuff hits. I am absolutely not trying to replace Mary, and it would devastate me if this fucked up your marriage in any way." Damn, she is a fucking emotional roller coaster. Always a step ahead of my thoughts. Wait. What did she mean: some guys? How many times has she done this before? Am I just some kind of boy toy for her fantasy? 

Again, she saw the billboard of my thoughts in my eyes. "Chuck, you really have to stop apologizing all the time. Save your 'sorrys' for the big stuff. I have been pulling your chain because I needed to know that I still could. This day is as much for me as it is for you. My life is in the crapper and you are the first fun I have had in years. I was simply tired of crying." 

She pulled me close in a loving embrace which mashed her breasts into my chest. Why did that feel so nice? "A day like this would have cost you $5,000 twenty years ago." I was shocked, but I didn't move from those wonderful breasts. "Truthfully, the money my ex is hiding from me is mostly mine. Earned by giving married men like you the time of their lives. I was good at it because I loved it, and you have shown me that I still do." Things were starting to make sense. I was a fumbling amateur in the world of a pro. She was toying with me and, God help me, I was loving every minute of it. 

I realized I hadn't said anything while she was spilling her life story. I was just contemplating her revelation, the day and those wonderful breasts. I must have looked drugged out of my mind. 

"Chuck, did I just freak you out?" I didn't answer right away and just stared into the space between her eyes. She gave me a questioning look and a little shake. 

"$5,000 is not nearly enough," was the evaluation that came out of my mouth, and I smiled like a five year old on his birthday. I was never one known for my timing. Socially, I had always been a little off. Not offensively off, but just a little slow on the uptake. I wasn't this time: I had hit a home run without even trying. It just flowed from my soul as the utter truth and Julie knew it wasn't bullshit. I just ignited a volcano. 

She reached between my legs and palmed my balls, "You haven't seen anything yet, stud." She began massaging them in a little circle. "You have a lot more kinks to work out, and I am going rub them out one at a time." The massage was getting more insistent, but my tired cock wasn't wanting to co-operate. It was still recovering. 

"I may need a little more time," I stated, a bit embarrassed as I looked down at my thoughtless tool. 

She gave me that knowing smile, and I knew I was going to be proved wrong. My poor dick was going to need a week in traction. "You have the rest of your life to rest Mr. Cock. Today you're mine." She reached out of the tub and grabbed a clear bottle off the back of the toilet while never taking her hands off my balls. Using two fingers, she deftly unscrewed the cap with one hand, never losing contact with my sack in her other. 'She's done this before, ' I thought. I glimpsed the label; it was baby oil. She took half a step back and poured a generous amount across her chest. It glistened as it fought with the water droplets for ownership. 

"Careful, it is going to get slippery in here," she giggled as she slid around behind me, still gripping my balls. She pressed her slick pillows into my back and began rubbing them back and forth. She brought her lips to my ear and gave a little lick that sent shivers down my spine. "I have plans for this cock. This is a marathon, and it's time for a second wind. Oh, are you going to love this," she whispered, as she reached around my waist and dumped a generous helping of oil on my privates. Her hand left my scrotum briefly to coat the shaft and then it returned to its soft massage. Oil was getting everywhere and my cock was starting to respond.




The Apartment



"I know what you like. I know what you want. You want what you can't have. You want what you are afraid to ask for." She licked and sucked on my ear, then placed the bottle on the edge of the tub after spilling some more. "You won't have to ask for it. I am just going to let you take it." Her free hand was now oiling up my ass crack. I was going into sensory overload. "Please Rick, please, I need it." My ear and neck were tingling from her breath. "You are the only one I will let do it. God, please don't say no." Her breasts roughly caressed my back forcing me to arch my pelvis forward. My cock was wide awake now. Her oily finger was doing a circle dance on my anus, sending her erection command loud and clear. 

"I want you..." she panted in my ear, "I want you... I want you to fuck my ass." She said loudly as she drove her oily finger straight into my ass and began driving it in and out. I knew it was coming, but half the fun was waiting for it. 

"Think you can handle my ass, stud?" Her finger kept pumping as she massaged my oily balls. "I want it deep and hard. I want you to drive it home with no mercy." My cock felt like it was a foot long. 

Rick was back. "On your knees, slut," I demanded. She dropped to her knees and slid to a stop near the front of the tub. She grabbed the baby oil and dumped half the bottle all over her ass before it slipped out of her hand and headed for the drain. 

"Like playing with my ass, bitch? Well now I am going to play with yours, and I got something a bit bigger than a finger." I retorted as I got down on one knee behind her ass. 

She reached back and with both hands spread her ass cheeks wide. "Take what's yours, Rick. Take it hard." I grabbed her hips, slid her across the oiled tub and lined up my cock. Rick once again proved his ignorant selfishness. In one violent thrust I took her ass to the hilt. "Arrggh," she groaned, "is that all you got?" God, she loved to goad Rick. 

"So, Lucy wants an ass fucking," I responded, as I began to piston in and out of her tight hole. I had never had an ass before, and I was amazed how wonderful the tight little ring felt going up and down my cock. I pounded her mercilessly, using the oily tub to slide her whole body back and forth. 

"Arrggh, fuck my shit hole. I am, arrghh, your cum whore. Arrggh, Your ass slut," she stammered between thrusts. God, the power I felt was invigorating. I was in control, I was using her ass for my own pleasure. It was wonderful to watch my cock plunge in and out of that tight little ring.

"I am going to fill your ass, Lucy. I am going to blow my load into your bowels like it's a cum bucket." The dirty talk was adding to my pleasure. All I was getting from her now were grunts on every inward thrust as I increased the tempo. "This is MY ass, bitch. Don't you forget it," I said, as my thighs made oily splatter sounds when they struck hers. I wanted more. More of this power, this ownership. I wanted the world. I yanked my dick out to a disappointed groan. 

"Roll over, whore. I am going to look you in your eyes when I disgrace your ass with my seed." Where did I get this stuff? She rolled, or more like slipped, over. Her face and hair were an oily mess. She had tears in her eyes and an expression of fear. I was not falling for any more fake emotions from this woman. She grabbed her legs behind her knees and lifted them all the way to her shoulders, exposing her lovely anal rose. "Please be gentle, sir," she said in a little schoolgirl tone. She even sensed my love of the power. She was giving me everything. 

"Ha, like I know how to be gentle," I snarled as I pulled her ass right back onto my cock. "Take it, bitch!" I grunted, as I slammed it home over and over again, "I am going to give you a sperm enema." 

"This is so wrong. Please sir, I poop from there," whimpered the schoolgirl, tears appearing in her eyes. 

"Not now you don't. Now you learn what you were made for. Here comes the first lesson, you teasing whore." I looked right in her eyes, drove my cock as deep as I could, and let loose. I felt like all my insides were ejaculating out the end of my dick. It was an immense load that was fed on by my little schoolgirl wiggling her ass and cooing about her degradation. I was spent, and happily slid onto Lucy into a strange oily cuddle. 

"Did I do it right, sir?" she giggled in her schoolgirl voice. 

"You are one talented woman. You seem to know exactly what I need and you always add in what I want." I said breathlessly. "Good thing I don't love you; you would kill me in a week." 

"You say the sweetest things," she joked as she kissed me the cheek. 

"No, really. You are like a therapist, a friend and a teacher all rolled into one. I mean, that shower scene was so beautiful and loving. Don't think I won't bring that home to Mary. God forbid she learns where it came from, but damn, it may take us to a new level." 

Julie smiled knowingly. "That was for Mary. I borrowed her husband, at least I can give a little back," she said while tenderly stroking my slick dick. "But, you leave Rick here, okay?" she said with concern. "It would kill me to see her in tears and you sleeping on the couch." 

"No way is she seeing Rick. I don't even know how you put up with that asshole," I said matter of factly. "I got to say that it sure relieved a lifetime of stress when you brought him out. You coaxed out all that anger in a wonderful sexual romp. Weren't you afraid I would go too far?" 

Her reply seemed like an afterthought. "Even as Rick you will always be Chuck. Any real pain you delivered would hurt you more than it ever hurt me. I was never in any danger." She smiled. "Plus, in case you didn't notice, I kind of like it rough and degrading." Her eyebrows twerked again. 

She stood up carefully and helped me to my feet. "Let's get this oil off and get some liquid in us. It's been quite the workout." She started up the shower again and we laughed as we attempted to wash off the oil without falling on our asses. She spent some extra time cleaning out her butt while commenting on the copious amount of cum lodged in there. Always pumping my ego - what a woman. We dried each other off and headed back to the kitchen, naked as the day we were born, with my arm around her waist. 

We entered the living room and my wonderful day ended. My heart dropped into my stomach and my eyes began to well up. My life was over. Sitting cross legged on the couch in her summer dress, the apartment building's master key spinning on her finger, was Mary. She didn't look pleased. She was silent, obviously waiting for my feeble excuse. I had none, and I was suddenly afraid my screw up was going to cost me everything.

Julie quickly separated from me. She looked at Mary's stern expression and then to my grief-ridden face. "Mrs. Madison, please, this all my fa.." Mary didn't let her finish. 

"Oh, I think we are way past last names here. When people get naked, I think first names are in order." 

"I thought you were at your mother's," I dumbly chimed in. Like that mattered.

"Chuck, I have been married to you for 30 years. Do you really think I am so dense that I don't know when you're up to something?" She stood up and put her hands on her hips trying to look down on me. I clumsily tried to cover up my crotch as if that would make the situation more tolerable. 

"You little tart. You shaft us on your rent and then you entice my husband to shaft you so you can shaft us some more." Her eyes were shooting daggers at Julie. 

"I promise Mary, you will get every cent I owe you. This had nothing to do with the rent...well, almost nothing," she fumbled. 

"So you're saying my passive husband seduced you. I find that hard to believe." Passive?! Is she insulting me? I wisely kept my mouth shut. 

"No, I dragged him into this. I am so sorry." Julie was beginning to sound like me. "I had no intention of getting between you two. I stupidly thought I was helping him and myself. Please don't hold it against Chuck. I can't be the reason your marriage breaks up, Mary." Real tears were leaking from Julie's eyes. 

"Mary? Who the fuck is Mary?" Mary said, as if she was confused. I was quickly losing track of the conversation. I figured I must have passed out earlier and this was all some kind of sick nightmare. Julie's face perked up and half a grin appeared. Okay, now I was up the creek without a paddle and someone was throwing rocks in the canoe. "My name is Ethel, and I think I will just call you bitch!" Mary said with authority. Ethel? What the hell was going on? Looking at Julie's grin, I realized I was the only one who didn't know what was happening. 

Julie dropped to her knees. "I am so sorry I tried to steal your husband, Ethel." She clasped her hands in a pleading gesture. "I wasn't woman enough for him. He just used me then said I would never measure up to you." Back on the roller coaster for me. I just stood there covering my dick, trying to blend into the wall. 

"You are going to pay for that, bitch. No one fucks with me and what's mine." Mary was pissed. I was completely lost. Julie was crawling toward Mary with her head down. This was getting really weird. 

"Chuck, sit your cheating ass down," Mary spouted, like a teacher scolding an errant child. I moved my sorry ass as quickly as possible to the couch. "Not there, you pervert," Mary said, and she pointed to the wet side. "I am sure you helped make that mess. Now sit in it." Fuck, was she pissed. Maybe if I just went along, this would end without me in Divorce Court. I slid over and sat on the cold wet cushion, trying to keep myself covered. This was not going well. "Get your Goddamn hands off your cock. If anything touches it again without my permission, I swear I will cut it off!" I swiftly moved my hands away, to reveal a shriveled, miserable, shamed penis that didn't look like it would ever be hard again. I didn't really think she would cut it off, but I expected that repeated kicking was a real possibility. 

My hand came to rest on the arm of the couch and surprisingly on top of a pair of folded panties. I didn't see those earlier and they looked like my wife's. Julie had crawled to the feet of my wife. "Don't blame him Ethel, he is just a man. I threw my naked body at him. It was all my fault." Well she kind of did - but, my mind was still stuck on the Ethel thing. Mary reached down and grabbed a fist full of Julie's hair. I started to get up to get between the two. 

"Sit the fuck down," Mary ordered, "don't make me tell you again." I sat. I froze. Julie smiled. My brain was marshmallow. "How many times did you make him cum, bitch?" Mary said while yanking Julie's head back by her hair. 

"I think it was three times," Julie conceded. 

"Three?!" Mary looked over to me with big eyes. What could I do? I shrugged and nodded. Mary looked back at Julie, who was holding back a smile while nodding. Mary seemed surprised, then went stern again. "I own half this apartment building, so half of everything is mine. Including the rent." That was divorce talk. She was already splitting up the assets. "That means you have only paid half," she said as she pulled Julie's head back by her hair. Okay, I was really not prepared for what happened next. I should have been, but I have never been good at picking up signals. That and I just got caught naked with a gorgeous woman by my wife. 

"Start paying, you home-wrecking whore!" My God, that came from Mary's mouth. She lifted her dress with one hand, took half a step forward and shoved Julie's face between her legs. I was shocked. My mild-mannered wife was pantyless and forcing another women to go lesbian on her! I realized I was white knuckling the couch and holding my breath. I was expecting Mary to slap Julie silly, but instead she was literally rubbing her pussy up and down Julie's lips. Julie, for her part, looked like she may have done this before. 

Julie slowly tickled her fingers up from Mary's ankles and along her thighs. One hand continued under Mary's dress; the other was trying to push the dress out of way. Julie's mouth never left my wife's love channel, and I could see her tongue working overtime. Mary must have found the summer dress restricting: she let go of Julie's hair, grabbed the hem with both hands, and swiftly lifted it up and off. The dress floated to the ground on its own accord behind her.

"Oh God, she's good," my wife exclaimed, as she struggled with one hand to undo the clasp of her bra. She had re-grasped Julie's hair with her other hand to make sure that Julie didn't attempt to take a break. The bra quickly followed the dress to the floor. 

With both women naked my eyes began to compare. Mary was a brittle brunette, with a slight hint of gray that bespoke her age. Nothing like the soft raven-haired goddess that was between her legs. Mary's breasts were smaller, less firm, with a tad more sag, and her body didn't have that magazine-like tonal definition that Julie possessed. She had a poofy belly with slight wrinkles where her thighs met her butt. All in all, Mary was a heavenly vision to my eyes. Julie was all wrong: she seemed too perfect, and felt more like the magazine she stepped out of. Mary had my heart, my life and all that goes with it. I had never seen Mary look more beautiful than how she looked now with the model between her thighs. God, I didn't want to lose her, I thought, as my eyes began to well up again. 

Mary made eye contact and sensed my foreboding. "Take my panties, Chuck," she said, looking me directly in the eyes between gasps. Dumbfounded, I grabbed the panties off the arm of the couch. They were soaked, almost dripping. 

"They are soaked," I said incredulously, not believing what I was holding. Julie ignored the conversation and was using her nails to tickle Julie's thighs just below her ass, while still working feverishly on her honey pot. I could tell from her breathing that Mary was getting close. 

"I heard everything in the bathroom." Mary gasped and spread her legs a bit farther, and placed a second hand on the back of Julie's head. "You were naked with this gorgeous woman," she was having trouble keeping the rhythm in her speech, "she asked you if you loved her," more quick breaths and panting. " and ... and you told her it was me you loved." I could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "You chose me over this goddess." Her breathing was now coming in great gusts, and Julie was doubling her efforts. I looked back down at the panties. 

"You came thinking about me?" I asked, not really comprehending what I was asking. 

"I couldn't help myself. I thought I lost you, then suddenly you told this sexy thing that I was the only one." She was barely able to get the sentence out. Sweat was glistening off her breasts. 

I hadn't lost her. I would never lose her. My beautiful wife was sharing my one night stand and professing her love. It was the most erotic scene I had ever seen or hoped to be part of. During all of this, my dick had somehow regained its youth again. It was painfully hard. Without thinking, I wrapped Mary's soaked panties around my cock with the intent of adding my seed to hers.

"Hands off!" she said forcibly, "you're not out of the dog-house yet." Shocked, I dropped the panties on the floor and placed my hands to my sides. Now that I couldn't touch it, I realized my dick really, really needed attention. Mary smiled. "I'm first, greedy boy," as she glanced down at Julie and began to concentrate on her pleasure. God my dick hurt; I had never thought I would ever be with two naked women. In my fantasies, I was always the center of attention, but here I was only able to watch. I really wanted to participate.

"Mary," I said in a soft voice, "I love you and always will." Julie's timing was impeccable as always. Her hand disappeared between Mary's thighs and thrust upward. I could only imagine where the fingers went as my dick strained into the air for relief. 

"Oh God, oh God....." Mary's legs were shaking uncontrollably as Julie was grasping her ass cheek with her other hand for leverage. Mary's hands had dropped to Julie's shoulders so she could remain standing. Julie's tongue went wild on Mary's love bud. "Ahhhhhh, yesssss," Mary began to explode into Julie's face. I felt a tinge of jealousy as Julie worked mercilessly to lengthen the biggest orgasm I had seen Mary have. Mary's legs were beginning to go slack as her hips spasmed over and over. She was emitting little grunts with each contraction, obviously enjoying every weakening moment. My cock felt like it was going to break.

Suddenly, Lucy let out a loud groan muffled by Ethel's pussy. Lucy's hips thrust forward and her body shook violently as a stream of clear liquid shot from her pussy like short bursts from a hose. I had seen women squirt on the internet, but never in person. Lucy was still latched onto Ethel's pussy as her spasms weakened. 

Julie slowed her ministrations, eventually releasing Mary's pussy and dropping back on her heels. Her face was shimmering with my wife's discharge. Mary sighed and straightened up a bit. She was a thing of beauty, all aglow with moisture running down her thighs. "Damn, at least you have good taste in cheating hos. That was one hell of a payment," Ethel said, while grabbing Lucy's smiling chin. It was all way too much for my cock.

"Please Mary, please," I pleaded, gesturing to my aching penis. 

"Like what you see, Chuck?" Mary answered "See how I use your new sex toy? Don't you dare find relief without my permission." I didn't see how I was going to stop it. I was beginning to think my dick was going to act on its own. 

"That was heavenly," Julie whispered, "I haven't had that much fun in years. It's been a long time since someone could read my needs." 

"Well the power was kind of intoxicating. I was worried that I had taken it a bit too far, but obviously you enjoyed it. I didn't even know a girl could shoot like that. It was incredible watching."

Have I mentioned my lack of social skills? "I've seen it on the Internet," I stated like an idiot, with sweat dripping down my forehead. Mary and Julie began to laugh, more at what came out of my mouth than at me personally. This was not going well for my case of blue balls. Mary gave Julie a hand up off the floor and then ran to the bathroom to take a pee. Julie just continued giggling at my predicament and my pleading eyes. All that visual stimulation, and no relief? This fantasy was becoming a curse. 

After a flush, Mary returned to the living room to examine my suffering. I could see she was about to relent when Lucy found her voice. Her cursed voice. "You know Ethel, he really came on to me, you know. He started it. He said he was tired of you and finally wanted some excitement in his life." 

I panicked, "No I didn't ... it didn't happen that way," I stammered, trying to defend myself. 

"He did, did he?" Ethel stared at me. "I suppose I should have expected it, the way he was always ogling you."

"I was not," I insisted, "It was.. I never... I love YOU, Mary!" I resorted to the old faithful. 

"That didn't sound very sincere," Lucy chimed in, a rather unwelcome interruption. "He seemed to really enjoy himself using me to satisfy his wanton desires. I mean, look at my bottom! Look what he did when I tried to refuse him." Lucy showed Ethel her belt stripes. 

"What kind of man would beat a woman?" Ethel asked. 

"She liked it," I inserted in my defense. 

Ethel rephrased, "What kind of man would beat a woman and then insists she likes it?" 

"I don't think he could be true to you, Ethel," Lucy stated tritely. 

"Yes, he probably can't control himself. If not you, he will just find another woman to beat into submission," Ethel observed. Okay, I knew there was some role-playing going on, but my honor toward the love of my life was at stake. I didn't like the jokes at my expense, and in no fantasy was my wife excluded from my life. 




The Apartment



"She threw herself at me, Mary! I didn't enjoy it all." I lied as best I could as they both shared a smile. "I was just caught up in it all and didn't know how to get out. It will never happen again, I swear." 

"Didn't enjoy it?" Ethel questioned. "I think you're lying". 

"You are the only one for me, Mary. She meant nothing," I stuttered as Julie smirked and almost spat while trying to hold back a laugh. 

"I think you are going to have to prove that, you cheating bastard," Ethel stated, with hands on her naked hips. Getting yelled at by two naked women did nothing to lessen my raging hard-on. Too many bouncing titties. Damn my cock for not bowing out of the argument. 

"I will prove it every day for the rest of my life," and I meant it, "There is no other woman but you, from now on." I wasn't going let this go any farther. 

Ethel smiled, "I can't wait my whole life to test your fidelity. You need to prove it now or we are through." Shit, this was getting really fucked up. I couldn't tell if she was serious or still acting.

I signed my own death warrant. "You tell me how, and I will prove it. I swear I will be true to you." Ethel had that 'I got you' look on her face as she reeled me in. 

"Lucy, he has obviously grown a boner looking at you. It couldn't have been this decrepit old body that turned him on," Ethel said, gesturing at herself. 

"I was turned on by you, Mary; Julie had nothing to do with it," I interjected my half truth. It was Mary's body that lit my fire, but it was Julie who threw on the gasoline. It was entrapment plain and simple. I dug my own grave and then tripped right into it. 

"Well, if it is really me that turns you on, then you should be indifferent to Lucy's talents." Ethel sprang the trap. "Lucy, why don't you straddle that cock? If he cums, I know that he doesn't really love me." 

"No, Mary, that's not a good test." I was in panic mode again. "Men don't work like that." Lucy was smiling from ear to ear as she moved to mount me while I sat in a now warm pile of her cum. I tried lightly to push her off me, and tucked my hips back into the couch so she wouldn't get access. I knew there was no way my prick was going to work with me on this. 

"No test, no wife," Ethel said sternly. I relented to being straddled and I scooted my ass forward. Julie caressed my chest as she lined up her pussy with my cock. Not this tender shit, I thought. I will blow in a second if she goes slow. She has to pound me so I can be distracted by the pain long enough to convince Mary. I whispered the same into Julie's ear when I thought Mary was distracted. "Please fuck me hard, really hard." Julie smiled a gorgeous mischievous smile, and began to lower herself ever so slowly. I was fucked. The need was already past boiling point. I couldn't get the image of Julie licking Mary out of my head long enough to even begin thinking of baseball. 

She slowly enveloped my cock with her tight wet pussy. The pain in my groin was increasing. I knew if I let the first twinge out, it was all coming out. She was caressing my chest the whole time she was lowering herself down. It felt like I was being sucked into a wondrous warm bath where all my cares would be washed away. I tried to accelerate into her, but she had strategically placed her feet atop my knees when she kneeled down. Slightly awkward for her, but crucial for limiting my movement. I wasn't going to make it. When she reached bottom, her pussy muscles began to massage my cock. How the hell, and why the hell, is she doing this to me? It was exquisite. Why does she want Mary to leave me? My balls felt like they were being sucked up into my body. The pain was becoming extreme. 

Lucy leaned over and licked the lobe of my ear. "I love the taste of your wife. She is so sweet," she whispered, and moved to my other ear. The pain was backing up into my stomach. Something was going to break. Another lick. "Do you think she will taste me? That would be lovely," she whispered again, while her pussy slowly climbed back up my pole. She was putting visions in my head. She was trying to fuck up my marriage. Sweat was coming from every pore on my body. My legs were twitching and the pain was becoming unbearable. Uncontrolled tears were flowing from my eyes which were now squeezed shut in agony. I hadn't realized I was moaning. Every muscle in my abdomen was cramped shut and I felt a strain in my left side. I wasn't going to cum, I was just going to die before I disappointed my wife. 

Julie stopped moving. "Hon, I think he is going to have a heart attack. I mean for real." Mary was starting to panic. "Oh, shit." It sound like it was coming from a great distance. I felt lips at my ear. "Cum for me, darling," whispered Mary's soft voice, "please cum for me, my love." Her words were laced with loving concern as she stroked my head. Julie wasn't moving an inch when the floodgates opened. Relief flooded out from the pit of my stomach. It was followed by pain from muscles I didn't know I had cramped as I emptied into Julie. I grimaced through the pain, fearing my private parts were now lost. 

"I'm so sorry, baby, I was just teasing." Mary was shaking with concern as my muscles finally relaxed. Julie still hadn't moved, fearing a reaction from my over-sensitivity. I probably would have kicked her to the ceiling had she tried. 

"My God, this man would take a bullet for you, then stand up and take another," Julie said incredulously. 

"Oh baby, are you okay? I would never leave you. It was just a game," Mary's concern was growing. 

"I don't think I like that game," I said softly, with weak breaths. 

Mary kissed me full on the lips. "We will never play it again, ever," she said with determined sincerity, all the while caressing my cheeks.

Julie still hadn't moved, her pussy full of my aching penis and its discharge. We looked up when we heard a little moan. There was a tear running down her cheek from her heavily watering eyes. "I almost fucked you to death," she whimpered. 

"No, no, Julie. It was my fault. I didn't think he would last five seconds. It was a stupid game," Mary said, and leaned over to hug Julie. Mary's eyes began to tear. "I just pushed it too far; it's not your fault," she continued to console Julie. 

I ended the tears. "I have two gorgeous naked women on top of me and we are all crying. Fantasies never live up to the hype." The girls broke into laughter, lovely laughter. I then received lots of kisses and exaggerated cuddles for my suffering. My dick, although still a little sore, had lost its girth and sensitivity. Julie began to dismount. 

"Jesus," Mary exclaimed as she quickly put her hands between Julie's legs, "I didn't think you would have any left." I looked down and saw a puddle of sperm on my stomach, and my wife's hand quickly filling up from Julie's pussy. "My husband the porno stud," Mary said, trying to keep the discharge off the couch and carpeting. I must say I was a little surprised and just a bit proud. No wonder it hurt so much. 

It was like I never really knew my wife. I was watching her catching my cum leaking from another woman's pussy. I had never seen this side of her before. I had never really tried to expand our sexual experiences, but neither had she. Julie had let us loose and she wasn't done yet. 

"We can't leave him all messy like this," Julie said, "not after nearly putting him in the grave."

"We did kind of screw up that male fantasy thing," Mary added, with a smile directed at me. They both sensually dropped to their knees and began to clean me up with their wonderful mouths. The whole time their eyes were locked to mine. They would giggle when their tongues met and they shared my seed. It was a lovely erotic sight, and kind of scary since I really didn't want my poor dick to get hard again, at least not right then. When they were done, Mary held up her coated hand and they shared the gooiest, sexiest open mouthed kissing I could have ever imagined in my life. The image burned into my brain. They were sex goddesses, a fantasy on steroids; one was my life, the other my dream. My body was totally spent, but my mind wished for more. 

"Was that a little more like you imagined?" Julie said with her deadly smile. 

"Way beyond perfect; erotically lovely; you two are goddesses of love." Corny, I know, but factual. I did say it with enough emphasis that they seemed quite happy with their efforts. 

Mary sighed, seeing the adventure coming to an end. "So what's the name of your bastard ex?" she said, changing the subject completely. 

"Terry Brindle," Julie said hesitantly. Mary went to the side of the couch and grabbed her purse. She removed her phone and a little black book. 

"Let's see if we can't hurry things along." It suddenly felt strange sitting in the apartment with these two women, all of us comfortably naked. What a difference a day can make. Mary made a call to a number she found in the book. 

"Who is she calling?" Julie whispered to me. 

"I have no idea." Which I didn't. Someone obviously answered.

"Can I speak with Mr. Karpasky, please...he will take my call. Just tell him Mary Watson is calling."

That was her maiden name. I was now really curious about who she was calling. I had heard the name before, but I couldn't place it in context. Mary was tapping her foot while waiting for a response. 

"Yes, it has been a long time Bobby. It's good to hear your voice too...No, I am still married...Yes, I still love him..."

She smiled at me while she said that. Bobby Karpasky. It didn't sound right. I kept trying to jog my memory but, something wasn't lining up.

"Bobby, stop that, I really love him....Look, I called because I need to call in that favor...Things happen, you were right, I was wrong, I am calling it in now...No, no, it's not for me...I have a dear friend whose ex is giving her some problems ..."

She looked at Julie and smiled.

"No, no, they're just breaking up, but he has hidden the money and refuses to complete the divorce. He has left her and their daughter high and dry for way too long...Bobby! He is a bastard, but you know I wouldn't call you for that. No hospitals, just some persuasion. She just wants an equitable divorce in a timely manner. Hell, most of the money is hers anyway...".

Hospital? Shit, it hit me then. Robert Karpasky had been in the papers, accused of being the head of a large crime syndicate. What else do I not know about my wife?

"Thanks Bobby, his name is Terry Brindle and he lives at..."

Mary looked at Julie with a prompting gesture. Julie stated Terry's address and Mary repeated it into the phone.

"Thanks Bobby, I really appreciate it....No, you can't come for a visit ...Dammit, Bobby, my husband is standing right next to me...No, absolutely not...You would renege on your word?...Whatever happened to your honor?...Well, okay, but you better not fuck with him..."

She handed the phone to me. "He wants to talk with you," she said reluctantly. Dumbfounded, I stood up and took the phone to my ear and said hello. 

"You are one lucky son of bitch!" he said, and hung up. I looked at the phone then handed it back to Mary. 

"What did he say?" she asked. 

"He said I was a lucky son of a bitch," I replied, and shrugged my shoulders. Mary smiled. 

"I'm the lucky one," and she gave me a loving embrace. 

Julie asked, "Mary, what did you just do?" 

"I sped things up for you. Bobby has a way of making things work on schedule. I just put your ex on your schedule." She smiled, pleased with herself.

"I recognized that name. I can't have you beholden to a man like that. Not for me." Julie's concern showed on her face. 

"Nah, he was beholden to me. He owed me one, and I was just calling in the marker. Never thought I would, but I kept his number just in case." Mary said matter-of-factly. 

"And why did he owe you?" I asked, with a tinge of jealousy.

"Oh don't worry, honey, he was just an old flame from my wilder days. Just before I met you, come to think of it." She was getting thoughtful. "I was his alibi for an incident that he had nothing to do with. Kind of risked hell with my parents when I told the police what he and I were actually doing. He told me he owed me one, and now he can pay me back." 

"And what were you doing?" I asked. 

Mary smiled "One day, when we are alone, I will tell you in great detail. But, not until this is ready to work again," she said, as she lightly caressed my cock. I basically just figured out that my wife had had wild sex with a crime lord who still seemed to have the hots for her, and that simple caress erased all my jealousy. 

"I think I will be a lot better tomorrow," I said with a grin. 

"This was just sex, Mary; you didn't have to get involved with my problems," Julie stated uncomfortably. 

"That wasn't just sex for us, sweetie." She leaned in and gave Julie a kiss on the cheek, "Even if I never saw you again, I would still consider you a dear friend. I have held back with Chuck because I feared he wouldn't respect me, and Chuck held back for the exact same reason. Chuck was right when he called you a therapist." Julie was crying again. Mary embraced her, and I embraced them both. 

"I thought I would have to move back in with my parents. My life was so fucked up," Julie whimpered. 

"Well, I think Chuck agrees with me that you can stay as long as you need to straighten things out, even if Bobby fails to come through," Mary said while caressing Julie's back. 

"Absolutely!" I said, way too quickly, "Those eviction talks tear me up inside. There's no way we're putting you out on the street now." I still couldn't believe that I was having a group hug with two naked women and I wasn't trying to hide my junk. It felt natural. I was feeling kind of like a stud hugging my two women. I felt it was a good time to straighten up my cluttered mind a bit. 

"So why did you pick the name Ethel? Kind of a weird alter ego this day and age," I asked with obvious interest. I was learning a lot about my wife, and I thought this might give me a bit more insight. 

Julie laughed, "What? Did you want her to use Fred?" Mary began to laugh, sharing another private moment with Julie at my expense. Fred...Ethel...ah, the light bulb went off.

"I Love Lucy," I grinned, as I finally realized the link.

"You better not!" Mary said sternly, followed by more of Julie's laughter. You get two in-sync women together and the sole male becomes a plaything for their mind games. Mary hugged me to prove they didn't mean harm. Damn, I married a smart woman. 

"I fear we have made quite a mess of your apartment. We should help you straighten up." Mary said, looking around. 

"Absolutely not! I haven't had guests in a while, and it will be kind of therapeutic for me clean up after. Kind of like getting back to the real world." Julie smiled as she looked at the state of living room. "You just get this lovely man cleaned up into and bed. I suspect he may sleep for a week." She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a wicked sexy full-mouth kiss. God, I felt like a stud. Yes, I had already begun ignoring my earlier non-manly behavior.

"Come on stud," Mary said, reading my mind as she pulled me off Julie. "Get your clothes on. Every wet dream has to come to an end." Mary and Julie shared a look laced with a smile. We dressed and said our goodbyes. They were mixed with a lot of hugging and delays, but we finally made it to the door. 

"I learned a fun way to get cleaned up, honey," I said to Mary, trying to hint about a gentle continuation to the day. Mary leaned over my shoulder and silently mouthed a thank you to Julie as we exited. "Oh, really? Does it involve soap?" she teased me as we headed upstairs to our apartment. 

Two days later, while I was reading the morning paper, Julie knocked on our door. She was really excited and ran right up to me at the kitchen table while dragging Mary behind her.

"Terry's lawyer just called. It's the most amazing thing. He has written up a wonderful distribution and has a judge waiting to adjudicate at my earliest convenience. I asked him if tomorrow was OK. He said he would schedule it immediately. I couldn't believe how much of the assets I get, and Terry is going to pay for my baby's college. Terry already signed it and cut a cashier's check. Of course, the lawyer made me promise that if anyone asked, I would say the agreement was equitable. He was quite insistent about that part. He really seemed concerned that I wouldn't be happy." She finally took a breath. Damn, she looked so happy, and was bouncing around while she was explaining. 

Julie continued after filling her lungs again. "Thank you so much, Mary. I don't know how I will ever repay you. Oh, and you have to thank Bobby too. Do you think I should send him a thank-you note? I feel so free. Of course, I will get you guys your money immediately. I don't..."

Mary grabbed her. "Take a breath, sweetie. It's wonderful news. We couldn't be happier for you." She hugged Julie more to slow her down than anything else. "I'll convey the thank-you to Bobby. As for the money, take your time. We know you're good for it. Settle your finances and see us when you're ready." 

"You two are the best." She was still bouncing. "My life was crap, I met you guys and now everything is coming up roses." It was infectious. Mary started smiling, getting kind of bouncy herself. I was just enjoying the happiness. Life was good. 

"You know, I have a free day Saturday, and I still feel we kind of cheated Chuck out of his girl-girl thing." Life was great. My insides jumping for joy yelling pick me, pick me. Mary looked at me and I gave her an exaggerated nod as I could tell she was excited as well. 

"That would be wonderful. Want to mess up our apartment this time?" Mary asked with smile. 

"Hell no, I'm planning all new furniture now. Might as well give the old stuff a goodbye workout." I have never seen such a happy person, "let's get started early, say about 9 AM?" she asked. I was really beginning to like mornings. 

"We'll be there," I said, before anyone could possibly disagree. Yes, another appointment with heaven, and I didn't even have to hide it from my wife. Life was excellent. Mary's eyes were broadcasting her desire as well. It was going to be a long wait till Saturday.

"Good, see you then," she said, as she bounced out the door. Just before the door fully closed, she poked her head back in. "By the way, I think I am going to be a few days late with next month's rent." 

Mary looked perplexed. For once she was a little slow on the uptake. Rick, fortunately, decided to handle this. I slammed the paper to the table, stood up and, as sternly as I could, said, "I have ways of dealing with freeloading bitches." 

A light bulb went off in Mary's head and Ethel added with false bravado, "Just another slut that needs a lesson in timely payments." 

"Oh, goody," Julie giggled as she closed the door and scampered off.



The Apartment



I'm bored.

It's Friday night of a weekend of apartment sitting and already I'm climbing the walls, the fact I haven't heard a peep from you all evening isn't helping. I stand looking out the full length window, not really seeing anything of the city beyond, my thoughts consumed by you, wondering where you are and if you're missing me as much as I'm missing you.

I'm so lost in thought that I almost miss the click from my phone that alerts me to a new message. I quickly move from the window to the couch and snatch my phone up, almost fearful to look at the message in case it's not from you. I swipe to unlock my phone, my breath catching in my chest when I see the message is from you, I breathe deeper still and press read.

Hello Daddy, I'm just hitting Dublin city centre and I need to know where you are. Your Babygirl is horny for you.

I stand there, stunned, almost afraid to move lest I break the spell and realise it's all in my imagination. I take a few moments to compose myself and press the call button. 

The call rings out unanswered. 

I let out a frustrated sigh, thinking you're driving or otherwise occupied. I wait a couple of minutes then I call again. 

Again the call rings out. 

I can feel my patience running out, my jaw muscles clenching unbidden as they always do when you're being bratty. I know you're teasing me and testing my patience and as always I'm defenceless against it, all I can do I take a deep breath and regain control of myself, the knowledge that this will ultimately play out in my favour is the only thing that keeps me from firing the phone across the room. 

I call again. 

On what seems like the hundredth ring I hear your voice, soft yet playful, "Did Daddy think I wouldn't answer?"

"Yes, and you're going to pay when you get here," is my reply.

You laugh, a deliciously playful laugh oozing with sex appeal. "We'll Daddy, you had better tell me where you are before someone else sees me and wants me as their little girl." I give you the address of the apartment block, telling you that the intercom is broken and you should text when you're outside so I can buzz you in. I begin to pace, nerves on edge as they always are when I wait for you, the familiar doubts about what will pass between us later gnawing at my insides. It always works out between us, we're both always more than satisfied but I'm always concerned that maybe this time it won't be enough, that I won't be enough. 

My thoughts are broken when I hear the click of your text. I rush to buzz you in while replying to your text with the floor and apartment number. I rush to the apartment door and open it a fraction, just enough to know when you're outside without you knowing its open. I work to control my breathing as the ping of the lift announces your arrival on my floor. I grasp the handle and ready myself for what I'm about to do. It takes but a few seconds for you to reach the doorway to the apartment but instead of stopping and knocking you continue on to the apartment further down the hall, my earlier subterfuge of giving you the wrong number working to perfection. You're almost past my doorway when I pull open the door and grab you from behind and drag you into the apartment.

The look of shock on your face is priceless. I roughly spin you and push you against the wall, my mouth at your ear, voice thick with lust when I ask you if you can feel how hard you've made Daddy, if you're ready to pay the price for teasing me. You're voice is little more than a whisper when you reply, a one word, one syllable reply but I can clearly hear your need as clearly as I can feel my own.

"Yes."

"Good, let's hope you feel that way later." I reply, pressing my cock against your ass to let you know what's in store for you. I spin you to face me and kiss you hard, my hands moving down to your breasts to pinch and squeeze your nipples, the rough treatment eliciting a gasp from your mouth into mine. I reach down and hitch up your skirt until it's rucked up around your waist, my balls tightening when I realise you're wearing hold-ups, not tights as you usually do. I stand back, eyes locked on yours as I pull your loose top down over your shoulders, the seams giving way until it finally joins your skirt around your waist, then and only then I look down, taking in your breasts through the sheer fabric of your front fastening balconette bra, your breathlessness almost making them burst free of its confines.

I quickly undo the buttons and lower myself to take your nipples in my mouth, individually at first but then as my hunger rises I push your full breasts together so I can take both nipples at once. I look up into your eyes and I'm surprised to see that bratty glint is still in your eyes as you relish the power your body has over me. Without warning I close my teeth on your nipples and slowly increase the pressure until your smirk disappears, your back arches and you throw your head back as a moan of painful pleasure escapes your lips. 

Content with the fact that you've learned your lesson for now, I replace my teeth with my tongue and lips and set about making your back arch with total pleasure rather than pain. I look up once more but this time your eyes are open and you're give me your best "I want" look while you mouth the sexiest sentence I'm ever likely to hear. 

"Eat me Daddy, make your baby come all over your face."

Immediately I move my hands from your breasts and lower them to your underwear, lace boxer shorts, coloured to match the white if your bra. The lace reveals enough for me to see you've come to me as a girl in a woman's body, your triangle of hair full and dark against the whiteness of the lace. I move my hands to your back, cupping the part of your ass not covered by the lace and bury my fingers in the soft flesh of your cheeks. I slowly part your cheeks as I pull you to me, stretching your ass for later as I slowly lick you through your underwear. 

I can feel the heat coming from you, I can see the dark line of your wetness forming where your boxers fit snugly between your full lips. I flick my tongue out to taste you but all I get is a hint of what lies in wait for me beyond the lace. I can feel your hands on the back of my head urging me on, grinding your hips in order to maintain contact between my mouth and your cunt. 

I can take it no longer, I have to taste you fully. not wanting to take my mouth from your increasingly creamy cunt, I move my hands to the sides of your shorts and rip them at the seams, then move my hands to the front so I can pull what remains of your shorts between your lips, watching as they darken as more of your juices are released, your body starting to tremble as the lace rubs against your swollen clit. I cast your shorts aside and look one last time, enjoying the wonderful view of the dark triangle of hair framed perfectly by the hold ups you're wearing before I bury my head between your thighs.

Almost as if you've read my thoughts you slide down the wall a little so you can part your legs, opening yourself up to me even more, your hands again pressing my head, urging me deeper till my face is almost engulfed by your lips, tongue flicking madly over your clit, flattening out so I can drink more of your juices as the roughest part slides over your clit. My hands once more spread your cheeks, sliding a finger into your ass, feeling you tense then relax and push back to take my finger deep. 

I look up, wanting to see those eyes again and I'm greeted by the most erotic sight I've ever seen, your back arched, head to one side, eyes closed, strands of hair stuck to your open mouth and your hands playing with your breasts, your nipples trapped between your long fingernails, stretching them, squeezing them much harder than I did earlier with my teeth. I return once again to your cunt, spurred on by the knowledge you're close to orgasm and slide a finger from my free hand deep into you, your ass and cunt now being finger fucked and your clit being sucked as hard as I can manage, rolling it against my teeth. 

I feel your muscles spasm as you near orgasm, I stop, stand up and kiss you deep and hard, my hands pinning your arms to the wall so you can't touch, can't finish off what I've started, wanting to tease you as much as you teased me earlier. I feel you bend and start to grind against my knee, anything to push you over the brink. You moan "Fuck me Daddy, please, make me cum, I'm sorry for being naughty earlier, JUST FUCK ME HARD."

I take you by the hand and lead you towards the bedroom, both of us kissing and undressing as we go. 

It's very dark now and the lights are off in the room, the lights of the whole city are spread out before us. I plant a hand at the small of your back and spreadeagle you against the window. you gasp as your naked body hits the night cool glass, breasts pressed tight, squashed against the glass, my body pressed against you, cock hard at your back. I put an arm around your waist and pull you to me, your ass sticking out, your tits still tight against the window, your legs spread as I ease my cock into your cunt.

Your heat, your juiciness, your tightness almost conspiring to make me lose control as soon as enter you. I compose myself and start to circle my hips, pushing deeper, telling you to look down, look at all the people passing under us, all they have to do is look up and they'll see what a little slut you are, cunt and tits on view for the world as your Daddy fucks you from behind. You murmur "Yes Daddy, please fuck me harder, show the world how you want me." I move my hands to your cheeks, spreading them even wider this time and without missing a beat I ram my cock deep into your ass, feeling you relax more and more as I push deeper and deeper, your body away from the glass now, one hand playing with your tits the other fingers your clit, my cock switching from your ass to your cunt, we're both close, so very close.

"Tell me, tell me," I say.

"Tell you what Daddy?" You ask.

"Tell me what I want to hear."

You smile and look me in the eyes and say "I love you Daddy." 

"I love you too Baby," is my immediate reply, our words almost drowned out by the noise of our combined orgasms.



The Apartment



My name is Franky and this is a story about my last apartment that I lived in. Boy do I have some interesting stories to tell. I had just moved into my new apartment in complex DD. It was the first day in my new place and by 5pm I had gotten all my furniture and boxes moved in thanks to the movers. I was about sit down on my couch with a nice cold beer when a knock came on my door. 

"One moment," I said as I put my beer down and got up. As I was I was walking to the door I was thinking that the voice sounded female. 

As I opened up the door I got a good look of who went with the voice and she was HOT! In the doorway stood a girl a little shorter than me with long blond hair down to her back, with pretty blue eyes, and full lips on a pretty face. Her skin was nicely tanned with no visible tan lines from what I could see. Her body was toned from her head to her toes, which were in sneakers, with a nice ass covered in form fitting daisy dukes. She was showing a nice flat stomach barley coved by the t-shirt she was wearing. The shirt was small and tightly fit her body hugging her large DD breasts which were showing some great cleavage from the v neck on top. I could definitely feel myself starting to get hard in my pants. 

She said her name was Kami and that she was my across the way neighbor coming to welcome me to the apartment the "proper way". 

I introduced myself and let her in letting her squeeze on by me. As she passed I was able to get a quick look at her bubble butt bouncing in before she turned around and said, " That is was nice to finally have a guy in the complex and a handsome one at that too," with a smile on her face. 

Wha- what did you say?" I stuttered out in shock. 

"You're the only guy in the entire complex," Kami said as she put a hand on her hip," This place is nothing but a pussy gold mine waiting to be drilled into." The next thing I know she stepped right up to me putting her finger on my shirt. "You look fit. Are you single? Do you like what you see?" 

We hadn't even moved 5 feet from the door after I closed it and she was already coming on to me. All I could stammer out was, "Ye- yes," as she smiled at me. 

As she traced her finger down my body she started to lower down on to her knees until she was eye level with my jeans and her finger stopped right at the top of them, hooking them with a bit of a jerk. With a smirk on her lips Kami said," time to welcome you," and started to unfasten and unzip my jeans. While her right hand continued to pull my jeans and boxers down her left hand reached in and pulled out my cock with a delicate touch. 

"Looks like you like what you see since he is already getting hard," Kami said as she licked the tip with her tongue right before she slid it into her mouth. 

As she started to suck on my cock I let out gasp of air because I couldn't believe how warm it felt being inside her lips and that this was happening. As I looked down I could see a bit of a smile on the sides of Kami's lips as she bobbed back and forth at a steady pace. 

With a loud pop she came off my cock and said, " Six and a half inches, " as she was stroking me with her left hand ", and perfect girth. This thing can fill my mouth." And then dove right back on to my cock. All of a sudden the blonde big chested woman increased her speed on my shaft with both her hand and her mouth. I still couldn't believe what was happening. 

The sensation was incredible. I felt weak in the knees and had to steady myself with my hand on the top of my couch. As I looked down I saw her blonde hair fling back and forth. Her eyes were focused right above my shaft as she lubed me up with saliva. I could hear her left hand making squishy sounds with every stroke as her cock filled mouth slurped away while I felt her tongue going to town on me. "God it felt greeeat!" So much liquid was being produced it started to fall... Right on her massive tits! 

With Kami's movements her t-shirt incased breasts were moving up and down, left and right, and back in forth as they were getting drenched in her saliva making them slippery and shiny. At this point I realized she was not wearing a bra making me smile even more then I was. 

A few minutes later I could feel the buildup of cum and warned her I was going to explode. Without a second to breath Kami stopped and sealed her lips tight around my cock and started sucking creating a vacuum so powerful. That did it and I exploded right down her throat. The sensation was amazing! I shot load after load and she just swallowed it all. 

After the last shot Kami kept on sucking until she got the last drop of cum from me an then cleaned me off with her tongue before getting up and saying, " Mmmm, delicious, that was filling," with a smirk on her face kissing me on the lips. 

Kami then reached for the door and as she opened it she turned around to say, "Welcome to complex DD and I hope you enjoyed the proper way to welcome a new neighbor. Tomorrow night we can break in the apartment. Have dinner ready at 7 and I'll bring dessert." With that said she was out the door and I was still standing with a softening cock out. 

As I stuffed my cock back in my pants I could not help but think that was a proper way of welcoming someone here and did she say, "Only guy?" With that I headed to the bed room to get my bed ready for tomorrow. It was going to be needed to break this place in. I know I will like living here.



The Apartment



Quiet as a mouse, I let myself in, gently shutting the door behind me. Being careful in the pitch black darkness, I let out a loud GASP when the room was highlighted from lighting, and I saw you sprawled out in you comfort chair. Thinking you to be asleep, I jump when a spark from a match was lit, and you leaned over to light the candles on both end tables next to you. Now plastered back against the door, I watch as you slowly sit back, your white button down shirt open over your black pants, your bare feet prop themselves on the coffee table, and you take a nice long sip from your glass of jack and coke... your eyes never leaving mine for a second. Gently stroking a hand down your chest, you watch as I start turning red in the candlelight, fidgeting gently against the door.

Not being able to stand the silence, I look down at the floor, and then up at you whispering, "hi". You nod in response, eyebrows rising in a silent question. Stammering, my voice still raw from crying, I try to explain, "I. I ... the storm.. Thunder.. I was try trying to hide..." The thunder boomed louder then before, and weak with fear, silent tears rolling down my cheeks, slide to the floor to curl into a ball, my body trembling. 

Not being able to stand to see a woman to cry, especially me, you quickly rise to your feet, and cross the room in record time, squatting down next to me, gently taking me into your arms, wrapping me in your warmth. Clutching your open shirt in my hands, I bury my face into your chest, silent tears still rolling down my soft cheeks. Gently rubbing my back, you ease me fully into your arms, leading me back over to your comfort chair. Settling me onto your lap, my face tearstained, you hold your drink to my lips for a sip. Watching my pouty pink lips part, my small tongue dart out and touch the glass before drinking, you start to get hard in response to my kittenish movements.

Settling me more comfortably on your lap, my back to your chest, and legs spread open, draped over yours; you take quiet stock of my sexy pj's. Loving how my soft breasts fill out the cropped t-shirt, and how silky my legs look in my satin pj bottoms, my tiny bare feet nestled next to yours, you wrap your arms completely around my waist and place a light kiss right behind my earlobe. Noticing my quick indrawn breath at your touch, you glance down over my shoulder, watching as my nipples peek hard against the fabric, straining for you. Looking at my own nipples, I blush in response and fold my arms over my chest. Chuckling softly, you nuzzle your nose along my hairline and whisper in my ear, "Feel good?" With that comment, I try to move away from you and out of your arms, struggling to be free, but you hold me fast, pulling me back against your chest. Whispering "shhhhhhhh" you settle me back against you, calming me with your light touch.

Gently soothing my brow with your fingertip, you whisper, "You are a very sexy woman," your finger moved down the side of my face, "and now I get to teach you how to turn that sexiness," your finger parting my lips, tapping my bottom one, "into lots and lots of pleasure." Cupping my cheek in your palm, you watch my eyes dilate at your words, and couldn't help brushing your thumb over my lips. Parting them slightly, staring transfixed into your eyes, "teach me?" I whisper. Nodding your head slightly, "Yes, I'm going to teach you how to pleasure yourself," your thumb tugging my bottom lip down, leaning in and lightly brushing your lips against the soft inside of my lip, nipping it slightly.

Shivering at your touch, I release a long sigh, and completely melt back into your chest, my face still upturned towards yours for another kiss. Leaning down, you lightly brush your lips against mine, teasingly, smiling gently as my lips timidly brush yours on their own accord. Taking my bottom lip between your lips, you quickly suck hard, before releasing to tease the tip of your tongue on the corner of my mouth. Brushing tiny sucking kisses across my top lip, you work your way across my cheek, down around my jaw line, back to the curve of my ear. Blowing lightly on the inside curve, you chuckle to yourself while watching me shiver - my eyes closed and head flung back to give you more access. Rimming the curve of my ear with your tongue, you blow another short puff of air before taking my earlobe between your teeth, nibbling gently. Working your lips over the hidden soft spot right behind my ear, you open your lips, sucking hard on the creamy flesh. Moaning at your touch, I unconsciously begin stroking your chest, my soft hand running over your nipple in a teasingly arousing fashion, my hips moving over your, my back arching slightly.

Kissing down farther, around my neck, alternating between nibbling and licking, you whisper, "Have you ever had an orgasm?" Titling my head farther back against your shoulder, lost in a haze of passion, I barely managed to stammer, "No," blushing slightly at that admission. Moving around to my throat, placing tiny sucks and kisses, your stubbly cheek brushing beneath my jaw line, you whisper into my neck, "Why not?"

Placing my hand on your shoulder, pulling myself slightly away, I blush harder, my mouth working, words not forming, "I... I.. " 

Looking up into my eyes, you whisper, "You mean you never played?" My shaking head was the only reply, my eyes not able to meet yours. 

"Well, then you are in for a treat," you whisper before crushing my mouth to yours.

Slipping your hand down my side, gently teasing the soft swell of my full breast, cupping it lightly with your fingertips. Lightly brushing one fingertip in circles, moving closer and closer to my nipple. Your teeth nibbling on my bottom lip, as my back arches my chest into you, my body straining for your touch.

Kissing around my cheekbones, you take my hands in yours and lead them to my breasts. With your hands guiding mine, you slowly start to caress my breasts, cupping them, lifting them slightly to feel their soft weight. My body shivering at my own touch, the soft pads of my fingertips working their way under my top, pinching my nipples and tugging on them slightly.

Lost in our combined touch, I don't notice when the front door opens, and my roommate quietly slips inside. Stumbling upon her chaste roommate, sprawled in a man's arms, soft little noises of excitement coming from deep within her throat, she can't help but become extremely wet at the sight. Striding towards us, stripping her top quickly over her head, leaving her tiny pantied bottom almost completely bare, she pauses at my feet, while her wicked eyes meet yours.

Smiling at her, watching as her juices darken the soft crotch of her panties, a matching stain seeping through to my pj pants, you incline your head in invitation. Still lost in my own touch on my breasts, my eyes closed, head thrown back in sensation, I hardly notice as you urge my hips up, and she leans forward, pulling my pants down and off my body. Leaning me forward, you lift my top over my head, leaving me completely bare and exposed to your eyes.

My eyes closed, a light blush covering my body at the sensations, you hook my legs over your knees, exposing my bare pussy to the cool night air. Tugging on my nipples, my hips wiggle in response brushing against your hard cock, as my roommate's body sways in time with mine. Slipping your hands down my tummy, arousing the soft skin with your touch, your hands play around my hips, opening them farther. 

Bending down between my open legs, her tongue lightly trailing along the seam of my lips, my hips arch in response, reaching for her tongue. Her soft mouth wrapping around my clit, she slowly sucks it between her lips, as she reaches between her own legs, teasing her clit. Her mouth on my lips, her hand in her pants, and mine sliding down to stroke your hard cock, I lay back against you in total abandon, giving in to every sensation.

Licking along my jaw line, you move your lips to mine, kissing me passionately, sucking the tip of my tongue into your mouth. My right hand moves to her head, urging her closer to me, burying her face into my hot, wet pussy. My left hand firmly jerking your cock, your hips moving in time with my movements, as mine move to the rhythm of yours. Urging her up from my pussy, I pull her towards us, and onto the arm of the chair. Wiggling in your arms, I turn around to face you; my hands on your shoulders, looking deeply into your eyes as I slowly slide myself down your hard cock. My soft wet walls clinging to you, pausing at the small hidden barrier deep inside. Watching as your fingertips slide around her clit, her hips bucking hard as she rides the arm of the chair... we all lean forward, our tongues dueling in a kiss.

Lost in sensation, my head thrown back in abandon, as I gently rock on your hard cock, as it stretches me, filling me. Feeling your hands on my hips, I look down, as her hands join yours, our eyes never leaving my pussy as I am slowly lowered farther onto the hard shaft. Gasping at the intense pleasure, my tight tight pussy being stretched for the first time, feeling you on all the soft walls, as your hands guide me down farther, the soft little cherry almost gone.

With one hard upward thrust, and the guidance of both your hands, I cry out as my little cherry is popped, seating me to the hilt. Your thumb teasing my clit in small circles, urging me closer and closer, I helplessly look down, watching as your cock completely disappears deep within me. Looking up into your face, mine completely relaxed in pleasure; my entire body explodes as you whisper, "Now cum." 

My body going rigid at that soft command, my hips riding you hard, as my body pulses and ignites, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure. Colors, bright colors exploding behind my eyes, as with one last hard wave, I collapse onto your chest, panting, gasping... "Pat…"



The Apartment



"Well, this is our last stop." said Mya, putting a small key into the keyhole and turning. "You'll like it, I'm so sure." She swings open the white door and walks in, spreading her arms. "What do you think?"

I look around the large white apartment suite with the exceptional high ceiling. The kitchen is seen through a decorative hole from the living room. It's partially furnished, with a green couch and a television sitting on a rug in the living room. A large bay window looks out onto a nearby pier and train station. I look at Mya with adoring eyes. "It's beautiful. Can't believe you didn't show me before." She smiles coyly.

"It just went on the market. I know this because I live four doors down." She said. I had walked over to the window. "So, are you going to make an offer?" She asked, walking over to stand beside me.

"Whatever it takes. I have to have this." She smiled. 

"Well that's great. You'll be happy here. And if you ever need company, you know where I am" I smiled at her. "I was so sure you'd like it," she walked into the kitchen and open the fridge. "That I bought champagne to celebrate"

"You are truly amazing." I said. "Now lets sit and watch whatever's on TV while we get happy off this stuff" I pulled her onto the green sofa with me. We poured out the champagne and made a toast. We sat in silence for a short while so I decided to turn on the television.

"Oh my!" She gasped. I looked back to the TV and saw a couple going at it hard. Oh my was right. I quickly clicked the channel button, but it wouldn't move, it was stuck.

I ran over to the TV and clicked the channel button, but again, nothing. "Stuck" I said.

"Oh well" she said. "Better than silence."

I sat back on the couch in disbelief. I was watching porn with my attractive Real Estate Saleswoman. I was getting so turned on, so I did the simplest thing there was. I leaned over and kissed her. I felt her arm clasp by back and she gave a quiet moan. The champagne glasses went onto the table and we were trapped in a full embrace. My hand crept down her beautiful body slowly and massaged her clit through her navy blue skirt. She moaned again, thrusting her hips into my hand asI kept moving it up and down vigorously. She was breathing faster and moaning more now, bringing me nearly to the edge. I began to kiss her neck lovingly, she moaned even louder, almost screaming as I still worked her cliterous, quickening the pace. "Oh God!" she moaned. I reached up her skirt and into her panties to slip my finger in her. She screamed and gripped my back hard. I stopped and looked into her eyes, her eyes were begging for more.

I quickly undid her shirt and gracefully took it off, admiring her wonderful breasts sitting in the bra before me. I slowly removed her bra and began to suck on one of her breasts. She wrapped her left leg around my body and lay back, quietly moaning to herself. The bulge in my pants rubbed against her around clit and made her even more turned on. She lifted my face her kissed me passionately. 

"Stop" she said. I looked puzzled. "Please, just get in me. I can't take it anymore." I smiled and did as she said, I took of her skirt and panties and took a moment to admire her beautiful trimmed pussy. She was rubbing it now, trying to satisfy herself. I took her hand from it and licked it, tasting her sweet juices. She smiled at me and kissed me before I thrusted my pelvis forward into her. She moaned with ecstasy and just kissed me deeply again. I realized this wouldn't work on the couch so I pulled her onto the rug just before I began to put myself in her again. 

Starting slowly I slid my shaft into her, then out of her and back in, but as we kept watching the porn on television, the two of us got more and more turned on. She climbed on top of me and began to quickly pound herself onto my penis repeatedly. I held her by the hips, keeping my steady heavy breathing as she began to moan louder and louder. I could feel my cum just waiting to explode into her sweet pussy, but I held back. Mya was sweating and panting now as she moaned and screamed loudly. I could tell she wanted me to cum into her, but I still held on. I put her back onto her back and started to ram her harder and faster than should would have done. She was now screaming at repeated intervals. "Oh my God!" She kept screaming. I sucked on her breasts again and kept ramming her, trying to draw it out as long as I could, wanting to hear her scream for me. "Oh God!" she screamed again. "Fuck me. GOD. PLEASE, do it, do IT!" She was gripping the rug tightly now and she bordered on cumming. I put her back on top of me and a few seconds later, I blew my load inside her juicy cunt. The cum dripped out of her pussy as she slowed down her pounding on me. She was panting so loudly that she was moaning again. She got off of my and alay beside me on the living room floor.

I turned on my side and reached to her crotch to spread her sweating legs. As she lay there, still catching her breath, I began to finger her vigorously again. She squirmed with pleasure as I watched her tanned breasts move about with her. The sun was setting through the large bay window now. She started to breath heavily again. I knew she was done, but I just had to do this. I fingered her faster and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She groaned over and over. I wasn't sure if she would cum, or if she even had any left, but sure enough, I had her moaning loudly again as her juices came dripping out on the rug.

I stood up and picked up my pants. I looked down at her naked motionless body. "Four doors down, eh?" I said, giving her uniform to her. She stayed on the floor, putting it back on. "Well, here's a cheque for the offer." I handed her a cheque. "And when I get the keys, make a copy for yourself." I winked at her and left the apartment.



The Apartment



(film concept)

Elise works as an account manager in an upmarket corporate office. She's a young slim brunette in a tailored business suit.

Together with her male boss she has a boardroom meeting with their biggest client, a rich middle-aged female for which they do a lot of consultancy work.

After the meeting Elise is called into the office of her boss. He explains that the client has asked him if Elise could provide some extra services. Her boss tells her that it's vital for the company to keep this customer happy. The client would get in touch with her to explain the details. Elise reluctantly agrees.

The next day Elise receives an email. The client will pick her up for lunch in her limousine. Elise gets into the car and is driven to the client's luxury apartment. The older woman lives there but also owns the vacant furnished apartment on the opposite side of the street. That apartment has a bedroom at the front with large glass sliding doors and vertical open blinds. Elise notices that you can look straight into the bedroom. It has a large bed in the middle of the room with red bed linen and red halogen ceiling lights.

The client explains that she uses the apartment for her entertainment. She likes to watch people in sexual situations. She tells Elise that she finds her very attractive and wants Elise to go over to that apartment tonight, go to the bedroom, strip, get on the bed and masturbate while she watches from the other side of the street. Another girl would join her later on. Elise is shocked and refuses, but later on back in the office, realizes the importance of this client. She calls the client and reluctantly agrees.

She arrives at the apartment in the evening, slowly goes into the bedroom, turns on the red lights, closes the blinds, undresses to her underwear, gets on the bed and slowly opens the blinds with the remote control while masturbating with her legs spread towards the large glass windows. Moments later she hears the front door open and another girl appears beside her, sliding her hand in between Elise's legs. Elise is shocked, but already too aroused to resist. She moves her hips and fucks the fingers. The girl moves towards the sliding doors and slowly strips, masturbates, then turns around and, on the bed, ravished Elise.

The next day Elise is unable to get any work done. Her mind is still in the apartment, the frantic sex, the girls tongue and fingers, and the people across the road, watching... On her laptop appears an email, thanking her for her performance and inviting her over to the apartment in the evening once again.

The experience is a huge turn-on for Elise. When she arrives in the evening, two girls await her in the bedroom. They're standing away from the window. They're nude, wearing black strap-ons. The girls move towards Elise, one in front and one behind her. Frantically kissing and groping her through her clothes, Elise manages to break free. She slowly walks towards the sliding doors. The girls stay behind while she gradually strips and masturbates. Elise is making sure that all spectators can see every detail of her body. In the reflection of the window she notices one of the girls coming towards her. A pair of hands runs down her back. Elise opens her legs and pushes her bottom backwards. The girl takes her furiously from behind. Elise stretches her arms and hands against the glass in front of her to provide some stability under the onslaught and almost comes when the girl stops. Both girls move onto the bed where the third girl joins in. Elise gets fucked in all holes, her genitals red and swollen.

The next day an email comes in on her laptop. Not only the client but also her various neighbors have enjoyed the show, are enjoying her naked body and are looking forward to more lesbian variations.

That week no more emails arrive on Elise's laptop. The client comes in after a few days for a business meeting. Elise is not with the meeting. Hot sexual images race through her mind. The meeting ends and everyone leaves the boardroom. Elise and the client are the last to leave when the client closes the door. She gently moves Elise against a wall, opens her pants and slides her hand between her legs. Elise gasps. Her hips start to move. She wants to perform again at the apartment. The client smiles and kisses her in the neck. She reads Elise's lust and desperation in her eyes. Elise tells the client she'll do absolutely anything to be of service.

A few days later, on Friday night, Elise is called over to the client's dimly lit apartment in the evening. Together they stand at the window. The lights in the bedroom on the opposite side of the street are on. Elise watches several nude girls on the bed frantically tribbing under the red lights. Elise realizes an orgy awaits her. 

The client caresses the face of a visibly horny Elise, her hand runs from her face down her neck, over her chest. She tells her that she enjoys seeing her naked body in action. She kisses Elise lusciously on the lips and asks her if she's ready to do anything for her. Elise is too aroused to answer. The clients' hand runs further down her body, under her skirt. She feels fingers penetrating her. Elise is more than willing and unbuttons her blouse when the client stops. She tells her to go to the apartment, open the sliding doors, step out on the balcony, take her clothes off and masturbate with her legs wide open. Then joining the writhing bodies on the bed.

This last scene is a combination of shots of Elise slowly opening the door of the apartment, moving around the bed watching and touching the frantic bodies, kissing the girls, stepping out on the balcony, stripping and masturbating with in the background the tribbing girls as seen through the glass windows from the outside, then slowly merging into the orgy.

The actress playing Elise should be a plain, elegant looking girl, to elevate the erotic appeal like for instance Sophie Strauss alias Melisande. The older client is very much like Linda Roberts, a woman without the porn star look, but with a high level of simmering eroticism.



The Apartment



I was late. I'm always late. Well, that's not true. I'm sometimes late at work. I'm sometimes late for appointments. But for some reason, I'm always late when I see her. 

As usual she only has her phone on her fifty percent of the time, and is otherwise completely unaware of it buzzing and ringing inside her purse. She should have stuck with just keeping items in her pockets. Certainly a good vibration between her pelvis and hip would alert her to exactly how late I am. I am sorry. But at the same time, it really couldn't have been avoided. 

I sigh and I finally find a parking spot downtown and turn off my car's engine. The last text I'd sent her was that I'd be there around 12:30... instead of 10 a.m. She'd only responded with an "okay." Now it was nearly 1. 

I stepped out of my mid-life crisis sportscar and into the street. A garbage truck rambled by a bit too close. It was like he couldn't see me, and I'm pretty hard to miss. I'm not as wide as I am tall, but since I'm taller than 99 percent of the people I know and am wearing a bright red polo shirt, a few extra inches of clearance would have been nice. I shook off the annoyance and walked down the street looking for house numbers. She always stays somewhere different. She's been up and down the same 2 square miles of the city since I met her 10 years ago. 

Originally, when we met she had come to town for work and was bored. I was downtown being stood up by an ex-girlfriend and drinking heavily at the bar. I bought her a drink, and it started a decade long friendship. Now, whenever she manages to get to the area, we get together, sometimes for coffee, sometimes for drinks. Sometimes I have to physically yank myself out of her bed or I'd never leave. Our visits are ever so pleasant: intimate, neurotic, exciting, dramatic and the flirting is good. She makes me feel alive, new. When she touches me she's often hesitant at first, like she's not sure she's supposed to and then as I reciprocate, it's like fireworks. 

And I know what you're thinking. How does something like this work? There are no anniversaries to celebrate. There's no real daily check in besides a quick e-mail here or there. In person, we'd probably be on date 12 or so. In reality, we've probably spent a total of five days together over a decade. I keep waiting for her to tire of me, but every time I see her, she's dedicated to maintaining whatever connection we can over years, life changes and turmoil. I'm also pretty sure it keeps us from finding other people to share our lives with. 

I always resist spending the night with her, preferring to leave in the dark rather than the light of the morning. I can't tell you why. Well, I can, but I won't. I don't like to think about the why too much. Instead, I'll stop narrating and find her damn apartment. 

"Ahhh, the garden floor apartment overlooking the park, of course," I say to myself walking up to the door. The front door is cracked ajar. For a woman who claims to understand the dangers and darkness in the world, she's not so great about locking up behind her. I enter calling her name. 

Nothing. 

I call again.

Still nothing. 

I make my way to the back of the apartment. She's chosen a pretty plain rental unit this time. Money must be tighter than normal. Or she's not feeling like she needs to set the mood. I guess I've become a sure thing. 

I knock gently on the bedroom door that's open a crack. "Hello?"

No answer, but a voice, a very out-of-tune voice, trying to sing fills my ears. I follow the scraggly sound to the bathroom. And like Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman," she's in the tub facing away from me completely "rocking out." Her iPod sits on a table with shampoo, shaving gel, razor, lotion and she's unaware of my arrival.

I open my mouth to say hello again, but think better of it and sit down on the toilet seat behind her to listen. She's belting out some Gen-X, girl-related power song that I don't know the name of. At almost 20 years her senior, I find her youthful energy attractive, but the lack of self-confidence that sometimes comes with it annoying. Online, she's always looking to me for life's answers, short cuts, but sometimes she's legitimately confused and just wants someone to ground her and give her a point of reference. I never know if she finds my advice helpful or patronizing, but she keeps asking, so I do my best.

She's sitting up in the bath with her head leaning back on a folded up towel for comfort. Her hips are turned to the right and her knees are bent, so her heels are touching her bottom. She takes up maybe one third of the oversized bathtub. I try to remember when she got so small. Her size used to be as big as her generous heart, but over the years, she's lost weight. She's smaller in all the right ways and places, I suppose. Her legs and arms are more muscular than I've ever seen them. They're defined and toned from miles and miles of running, swimming, biking and whatever new activity she's into this week, but she's not bulky. She's tan on the arms and neck and legs, but her stomach and breasts are milky white. Her breasts float quite attractively in the water, so I enjoy the view as she bellows. 

When the blasting music in her 30-something ears quiets, I applaud. Her hand tightens on the iPod on the table, frantically turning down the sound as she turns to face me. 

"Shit! You scared me to death."

"Sorry. I just didn't want to interrupt the concert."

She shakes her head and lowers it a bit. I can see her cheeks reddening from the realization that I'd been listening. 

A moment later, she shakes off the embarrassment. If this had been five years ago, she would have gone under the water and held her breath until either I went out of the room or she felt like she could look me in the eye again without blushing. Either way, I'd for some reason worry about her drowning. She'd come a long way in not feeling embarrassed about not being absolutely perfect in front of me. Case in point, her body. She used to hide it from me in shame and discomfort. Now, she appears to enjoy that I like what I see, even if she still has issues with her body.

She motions for a towel behind me. I pull it off the rack and hand it to her. She steps out of the tub onto the middle of the bathmat and wraps the towel around her. I'm temporarily restricted from appreciating her naked form, until she turns slightly, puts the towel in both hands and bends slightly to dry her legs. It's a wonderful view of her perfectly round ass.

"Very nice," I compliment. The towel moves between her legs, over her belly and then to her chest and arms. Then she bends completely forward to dry her long, light brown hair with a towel giving me a better than perfect view again, only this time with a recently shaven pussy peaking out between her thighs to say hello. 

"How many miles a day are you up to running?" I ask resisting the urge to dive onto my knees and go down on her from behind.

"Somewhere between 5 and 8, depending on life that day," she replies as she rubs her head. When she's done, she wraps the towel around her body again, secures it and picks up her hairbrush. 

"Let me do that," It comes out more like an order than a request. 

She sits down on my lap facing away and hands me the brush. "Gently, Love. There was no conditioner. It'll teach me to pack my own."

I start to brush and do my best not to pull on any knots too hard. "Sorry, I was late," I begin.

She motions with her hand that it was no big deal. As I move the brush through, I can smell the flowery shampoo. "Your hair has gotten so long."

"I keep thinking about cutting it off again."

"Don't you dare. I like it this way. It's sexy."

"And short's not?"

"Not to me. Cute maybe. But not sexy."

"You'll live," she says. It's a dismissal and a joke at the same time. 

When I'm done, I reach around and put the brush on the table with the shampoo and lotions. She sits back into me, leaning her wet head against my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her body. 

"I missed you," she whispers. It's her standard announcement of affection. She says it, I'm quite sure, instead of "I love you." 

I kiss the side of her neck and instantly her head bends forward giving me access to the back. It's a lovely erogenous zone, the back of her neck. It's long, soft, clean and ever so effective in initiating intercourse. My beard tickles her a little because she laughs when she exhales and then moans the slightest little moan. It's enough of a sign for me to advance. 

I slip one arm under her knees and turn her to face me with the other. She kisses my mouth gently, but with purpose. When I stand to carry her to the bedroom, she's surprised and grabs onto me. I couldn't lift her before, but at the smaller size, it's not a problem.

"I've got you," I reassure her. 

We make it through the doorway and to the bed without any trouble. I lay her down in the middle of the bed. The towel has come undone and she pushes it flat so it's underneath her. I stand at the side of the bed staring at her naked body as I start to undress. Before my shirt has come off, she's wet her fingers and started to rub her clit in anticipation. 

"Usually we eat first," I quip.

"If you'd wanted food, you should have been here on time," she says. It sounds like she's scolding, but she's smiling at me. 

I kick off my shoes and bend over to take off my socks before unbuttoning my pants. Her eyes haven't left my face, where as mine have traveled all over her body. She always studies my face like this. She has great expectations every time we're together, and I think it's good she's probably not in town much. I have enough trouble living up to her expectations the one or two times we see each other each year. 

When my pants and underwear are in a pile on the floor, her gaze moves straight south to my penis. She claims it's on the larger end of those that she's experienced even though I assure her it's pretty average. Her hand starts moving a bit faster as she views it semi erect. Suddenly, she's no longer warming up; she's ready to go. 

I climb between her legs, scoop her thighs into my hands and pull her soft, naked mound to my face. My tongue slides over her already wet folds and up to her clit in long, wide licks. The more into it I get, the more she wriggles above me murmuring and moaning her approval. I slide a finger slightly into her vagina and hunt for the magic spot. Within seconds she tells me I've found it, and at a moderate speed I circle the tip of one finger and then two inside her. My left hand reaches up and plays with her right nipple. As her right hand snakes back down toward her clit, I catch the tip of her fingers in my mouth and wet them for her. As she rubs, she verbally directs my actions. I tug on her nipple more roughly and move the fingers in her with more pressure. She knows her body and minutes after I follow her directions comes the quiet whisper of "Joseph..." with the soft J sound she uses as cums hard and fast. 

I bury my face in her folds again. She's sensitive everywhere now and she closes her thighs firmly against my ears. After several long insistent kisses to her genitals, I move in again, this time a finger in the vagina, more deeply, and one in her anus. I move them at an incredibly fast rate. Her thighs tighten and she's panting like crazy. Her hands run through my curly, graying hair. She's not guiding any more. She's trying to hold the wave of orgasm back. 

In a panic, she lets go of my head both with her hands and her thighs, sits up and slides her hands under my armpits. 

"Up—Here—Now!" She demands in gasping breaths. 

I slide up her body and my penis slides into her. I'm not rock hard and ready yet, but I can still feel her muscles close all around my penis as my lips find hers. I begin to move in a moderate in-and-out pattern as we kiss. Her hands are on my face, then moving down my back, over my ass and up my sides again. She pushes her hips back and her legs bend and slide over my lower back allowing me deeper penetration. 

I open my eyes in mid kiss. Her eyes are closed tightly like she's concentrating. I kiss down her jawline toward her ear and speak to her. 

"I want you to hold off. I want to climax together. Can you do that?" Her eyes open halfway and we gaze at each other as I completely withdraw and insert myself again.

She nods, kisses me and starts to turn her hips to the left to change positions. When I'm on my back, she inverts herself so she's straddling my chest facing my feet. I lift her knees back so I can suck on her clit as she goes down on me. 

I've had girlfriends who gave fine blowjobs before, but this girl, she's not only willing, she's eager to please, and I will admit I'm certainly happy to receive. Her warm soft mouth surrounds me, and I shut my eyes and focus on the pleasure. She swirls her tongue around the head causing me to inhale sharply. Of course, given our position, my breath is made up entirely of the scent of her sex. She kisses her way down the underside of my dick, and gently massages my balls. I have to admit, that while she works I'm doing a pretty sloppy job of trying to pleasure her at the same time. I can't seem to give and receive at the same time effectively. Fifteen minutes later I realize I'm very, very close. I really want to come in her mouth, but I made a promise before, so now I have to keep my end of the deal. But, oh, how I love that mouth. 

"What do you need?" I ask gently laying her onto the bed and getting up on my knees.

She turns onto her back and places her legs against my shoulders on either side of my head. "Fast, deep and hard." 

I pull her bottom up a bit, lean forward onto my arms and push into her with force. Her body folds in half easily as I focus on finding rhythm. Her fingers are at her clit again while I move in and out of her as adeptly as possible. I can feel her eyes on my face again, so I return her gaze. When our eyes meet, her vaginal muscles tighten. "Already?" I ask. 

She laughs. "I can't help it. You know all the right places," The smile disappears as a look of rapture takes over her facial expressions. "Keep going, right there, but deeper, please." It's the please that draws my attention.

Instead of following the direction, I swirl very slowly inside of her. She smiles and shakes her head at me. 

"You're cruel," she says.

"Me?" I respond faux innocently. "Never." Her left hand runs up my supporting arm and gives me a bit of a squeeze. A moment of perfect of reciprocal adulation in our afternoon. I respond by ignoring the sweat pouring down my back and fucking her deeper, as she requested watching her face change from mounting anticipation to sudden relaxation. 

"Now!" she shouts as she pushes her vagina hard onto me. I pump quickly two more times and begin my orgasm. Her mouth opens and her blue eyes roll back a bit into her head. I finish first, but keep moving however I can until she's finally done. It's the wicked part of our sex. It takes me a while to recover. She can go one after another. One of these days she'll figure out how to string them all together in multiples and then I'm afraid some kind of Viagra will be in my future to keep up. Not that I'm complaining...

She lowers her legs and places one on each side of me with her knees bent. Then she sits up and hugs me. Her soft cheek rests against my sweat-covered chest. She's listening to my heart race. I put my arms around her in response and kiss the top of her head. Her hair is nearly dry and little pieces are flying everywhere. Bed head never looked so appealing. 

"Thirsty?" she asks. 

"Stay here, I'll get something," I say. I make a stop in the bathroom to wash my hands and run some water over my face. When I head back through the bedroom to the kitchen, she's lying on her stomach stretching out all long and lean. 

I return with a soda, take a swig and hand it to her. She moves over on the bed to make room and I prop myself up on her pillows and lay down. She takes a drink, hands me back the can and curls into my side. 

"You look happy," I say. 

She smiles. "So very happy."

"Happy is good."

"Happy is very good. I totally equate this city with orgasms. Work asks who wants to go, and I'm literally shoving people out of the way to sign up. I'm addicted. I blame you."

"Me?" 

"Well, you," her hand slides over my side toward my genitals, "and your amazing penis." She gives it a light squeeze. "God, I love the way it smells."

"So you've told me."

Her eyes droop slightly. 

"Tired?" I ask.

"A little." 

"It's early, we've got all day. Let's nap." I try to ignore that I just brought up the sleeping issue without meaning to. 

She opens her eyes and pauses before speaking. She's thinking deep thoughts. Then very timidly she says, "You know you're welcome to spend the night."

"Thank you," I respond not saying yes or no. It was a way to escape the question. Usually she just lets it go at that, but apparently today wasn't usual.

"Is there a reason you don't like to sleep with me?" 

"It's not you."

"I know it's not me," she says. "But you won't tell me what it is you don't like about it."

"It signifies -- casualness."

"No, leaving signifies casualness. Staying infers relationship."

"Not what I meant. We have a relationship. I don't know what to call it. But I enjoy it the way it is. But being around to witness my morning breath, see me trim my beard, have a phlegmy cough -- not the romantic experience we have going on here."

"Those things don't matter."

"They do matter. I like it the way it is. It's exciting and hot and you are amazing. I don't want to get to the point where suddenly you're angry and throwing a fit at me because I left a towel on the floor."

"You're insane. That would never happen."

"I've just been there before. Many times. Many more times than you," I respond playing the experience card.

"And if we do get to that point, you'll enjoy us less?" 

"No, I just -- normal couples gets months of dating before they get to that. With us, it would just happen because of convenience, given our unique situation. In traditional sense, we're still strangers."

"You don't feel like a stranger," she says. 

"There's just so much more to learn about each other, and I'd like to learn it in our own time, before any of that other stuff happens."

"I guess I should be flattered, right?"

"Yes."

"Joseph?"

"Yes."

"Bullshit."

"Excuse me?" This was going to be interesting. Her face was all scrunched up in frustration and she was never, ever good at expressing negative feelings of any kind. 

"You say these things and they don't make sense. What I infer from all that crap you just said is that if you really cared for me you'd want to stay, but you don't so you go. It's the same reason why you're always late."

"On the contrary, I'm late so I can get all the bullshit out of the way, so the few hours you and I get to see each other will be completely uninterrupted quality time."

"If you care, then spend the night," she insisted. Her eyes weren't angry, they were pleading.

"I can't," I whispered.

"Why?" She was holding back tears now.

"Cause I get the feeling you'll never want me to leave," I said gently. 

"I've never wanted you to leave."

"I know, and you have to understand how hard it is for me to walk out that door, because I want to stay."

"So why don't you?" She asked sitting up and hugging her knees to her chest.

"Are you going to give up your job and sell your house and move here?"

She sighed. There was the crux of the problem. We were two people, quite happy with how their lives were playing out in two different geographic locations. There was a long pause as she thought over the big picture. "Was that an invitation?" she asked in barely a whisper. 




The Apartment



I sat up and held her. "I've seen you do your thing. I've heard you talk about it for years. You like where you are. You love it. I love it here. What we have is beautiful just the way it is, but do you really see it going down domestic roads?"

"I can't get you out of my head, when I'm at home," she admitted like it was a dirty secret. "I hear a song on the radio, I think of you. I hear your city in the news, I think of you. I shut my eyes at night and end up with dreams full of crazy sex with you courtesy of my sub-conscious. I can't make it stop. The way I feel when I think of you, when I'm around you, I thrive on it. It's like I'm a better version of myself around you. But then we talk like this and I feel like I'm unimportant, like we're only sex partners, like I'm so unimportant in your life that you never think of me when I'm not around. And I'm jealous that you're able to be so -- flippant -- about what I treasure." 

"I have to be. It's self-preservation," I responded quietly in her ear. In response, her body went hard and stiff. She shook her head a few times and clung to me to the point that her small, clenched fists dug into my bare back. I expected her to break away and start yelling. Then she surprised me by going completely limp.

"Does this mean we're done?" she asked after several minutes passed of me stroking her back from neck to ass right down her spinal column like she was a cat.

"I don't want to be done," I said. "I hope it just means we understand that we have boundaries." 

I could feel a couple wet splotches of her tears hit my skin as she nestled her face back into my shoulder. She didn't cry long. Instead, she wiped her tears and nose on the towel from her shower, composed herself and said, "I'm starved. Can we get out of here and go for food?"

"Sure, what do you want?"

"Milkshake, burger, fries, nothing good for me."

"Done." 

We kissed softly and then retreated to opposite sides of the bedroom to get dressed. As I watched her layer herself in her usual black ensemble, I couldn't shake the feeling I'd just broken something inside of her. She stood in front of me completely dressed, but more naked than I'd ever seen her. Her ability to be completely honest and vulnerable with me was a rarity among women. I got the feeling she wasn't like this with anyone else either. I finished dressing and reached out for her hand. She hesitated before giving it to me. I ran my thumb over the back of her hand to her wrist. It was a touch of reassurance. She nodded and smiled her best fake smile to show she was trying to get over the hurtful parts of our conversation. 

As we left the house, she turned and locked the door. Then she pushed on the solid wood once or twice to be sure it was locked. Somehow I got the feeling she'd locked up part of herself that way, too, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get the unfettered access to her that I'd had over the last decade. This feeling of grief washed over me as we made our way down the stairs and onto the street toward the café.



The Apartment



I knew that the flowers in my hand were stupid; they made me look like I was waiting for a girl, which I was but...she wasn't my girl. Simply my sister. But she liked flowers, specifically the ones I had gotten her; purple irises and purple lilies. I smiled to myself remembering the purple phase she had went through in middle school. 

But the goddamn flowers, I felt like a jackass for some reason. All these other people around me were watching me, like they knew I was waiting for someone special. I'm not saying my sister isn't special but she isn't the kind of special they're thinking about. I shifted my stance and waited impatiently for her plane to arrive. I had been standing here for what seemed like forever when in truth it had only been about 20 minutes. 

Finally they announced the arrival and I waited for the people to start arriving into the waiting area. With my height I could easily see above the many passengers but my sister's height was the problem, she blended in to easily with the crowd. But finally I saw her; her tiny legs carrying her to me as quickly as she could. 

"Nate." She said simply as she wrapped her arms around me, well my waist basically. 

"It's so good to see you again Sage."

She releases me from her grasp but too quickly for my liking but hugging her again would just be awkward. 

Her eyes roamed my body in a critical way, her way of telling me I had changed. She thought I looked different? I thought I looked exactly the same, her on the other hand... Her dark hair flowed down and cured around her breasts. Oh god her breasts, they had filled out even more; round and perky. Her eyes watched me, shit I was staring at her wrong.

"I look the same ladybug." I referred back to my old nickname for her to try and ease the moment. 

"No you really don't. You look good Nate, really good."

Did her voice sound that sexy or was it the way my brain processed it?

I cursed myself in my head; I should have never agreed to let her stay with me. This was going to end badly. 

It had been sad when she left to go off to college hundreds of miles away but it was also a good thing; I could no longer lust after her if she wasn't around.

But now she was back, she was staying with me, and all my all feelings about her had come back with her. 

"So should we get going? It was a long plane ride and I could really use a nap."

"Yeah of course. My place is only about 15 minutes away."

I carried her luggage to my car and she hopped into the passenger seat. 

The entire ride to my apartment she said nothing, she wasn't really a talker, I knew that. She could sit with someone for hours and never say a word; she was comfortable in silence. I on the other hand used to spend hours trying to talk to her and would only get minimal responses. It wasn't that she didn't listen or didn't want to hear what someone had to say; she just liked to keep everything inside.

I had finally learned to accept the silence around the time she accepted UNH as the college she would be attending. UNH= 2,075 miles away from me. I had tried to convince her to stay and I knew I sounded like a selfish brat when I had but I didn't care, I wanted her to stay here. 

"New car?" She asked as we made our way to my apartment.

"Yeah, I got it about a year ago."

She just nodded and went back to looking out the window.

But I went back to my old ways of trying to fill in conversations.

"It's good to see you again. I'm glad you decided to come back here for a while. Do you know how long you're going to be staying?"

She just shrugged, didn't even glance at me. I was getting frustrated. I wanted her to talk to me, we had barely talked at all over the last four years. She had gotten caught up in college, I knew what it was like, but I had always made it a point to call or come home. I guess its easier to do that though when your college is 30 minutes from your house. 

But Sage... I loved her, oh god did I love her but she could be so frustrating when you wanted an honest answer.

"Sage come on."

She looked over at me and raised her eyebrows.

"Talk to me. I've missed you, I want to know what's happened over these past four years."

"Nothing really. Just school."

She was still lying.

"You're bullshitting me."

"Nate you know me."

That one phrase had driven me to the point of insanity over the last 10 years of my life.

"Whatever, we're here anyways." 

Then I saw the look on her face; she was sad and angry at herself. 

"Something's wrong isn't?"'

She shook her head no and jumped out of the car, heading to the trunk to grab her bags.

"I'll get them." I said as I followed her.

I carried her bags in one hand and she took my other into her hers; knotting our fingers together. Her way of saying sorry and letting me know she wasn't angry or upset with me.

I made dinner and we sat and ate dinner quietly as we always used to do.

After we finished I went to take her plate to the sink but she smiled and stood, taking mine from me.

"You don't have to do that, you're the guest."

She shrugged. "It's the least I can do." And she walked off into the kitchen. I watched her as she walked; her small hips swaying, the curve up her sides to her breasts, her tiny hands as they carried the plates. She looked back, she must have felt me staring and I turned quickly to go to the living room area. 

She plopped down on the couch next to me a few minutes later. Her head rested against my shoulder and she aimlessly traced the lines across my hand. I had forgotten the feel of her warm body against mine, well any woman's for that matter. 

I was going to go crazy by the time she moved out.

We stayed like that for a while until I realized she had fallen asleep. There was only one bed and the couch to sleep on and I would have gladly taken the couch if I could fit on it. But there was just no way, so I got up and placed a pillow on her head and a blanket over her; she wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch for one night. 

I quickly fell asleep in my bedroom. 

To my surprise the next morning I woke up to Sage's arms wrapped around me, her head on my chest, and her legs tangles with mine. Wait didn't she have pants on last night?

"Sage, Sage wake up."

She groaned and moved closer to me, if that was even possible.

"Sage come on, wake up."

"What Nate?"

"What are you doing in here?"

She opened her eyes and looked up at me, afraid.

"I woke up out there and couldn't fall back asleep."

"So you came in here?"

"I didn't think you would mind." She said feebly, she thought I was angry with her. I was a little, only because I didn't know how well I could control myself with her in the same bed as me.

"I don't mind it's just that you surprised me." 

The fear in her eyes faded and a small smile appeared on her face.

"Sorry."

"It's fine ladybug." I ran my hands through her hair. "We'll have to get you your own bed today."

Something flashed across her face, it quickly disappeared but I caught a second of it; was that disappointment? 

"I have to get going, I have work. But later we can go out and get you some things for your room."

She nodded and I got up out of the bed, my will suddenly stronger than it ever had been around her...until she grabbed my hand.

"Nate I..." She started but didn't finish.

"What?"

"Never mind." Her hand slipped from mine back onto the bed. I stood there frozen, staring into her dark green eyes and her staring into my bright blue ones. Our eyes were the only other obvious difference between us other than our height. We had the same dark hair, the same oval face shape, proportioned noses, high-cheek bones, and lean bodies. 

But at that moment she could not have been more different from me. That light touch of hand holding me back had done it. I climbed back onto the bed, I was above her, she looked up at me; her eyes questioned me. I leaned down and planted my lips on hers before she even knew what I was doing. One hand cupped her face while the other grabbed her hand that went to push me away. I knew she wanted me off of her, I had caught her off guard but I was determined to kiss her right. 

I was gentle against her; I nibbled along her bottom lip and then slid my tongue into her mouth. She responded, kissing me back, her tongue gliding against mine, her other hand went to the back of my head to pull me closer. I leaned into her more; she had to feel my erection against her because I could feel her underneath me. 

I was kissing Sage, I was kissing my sister, I was finally kissing her. I'm kissing her? I jumped off of her, what the fuck was I doing? She's my sister, my own flesh and blood. Yeah I fantasized about her but the real deal? She was going to kill me! I stumbled away from the bed trying to get myself to form words and speak to her. 

"Sage I- I shouldn't have...that wasn't what I... that was wrong...I'm so sorry." I grabbed randomly for clothes and a towel so I could go to the bathroom and get away from her. 

I couldn't look at her and I now wish I had. If I had looked I would have seen her crying but she wasn't sad that I had kissed her, she was sad that I had ran.

But I didn't look; I avoided looking and quickly ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. 

I waited till I heard her get out of the bed and go into the one of the other rooms before I went in the shower. 

I took the time in the shower to think about what had just happened. I had kissed Sage, something I had wanted to do for years but had never had the courage of the opportunity. But I had freaked. I had thought about that situation a million times but it was never me who backed away, it was always Sage who ran crying. 

I truly didn't know how to face her, what was I supposed to say to her? What if she hated me? I reluctantly got out of the shower, only because it started to get cold, and got dressed for work. 

If there was ever a day I didn't want to have to go to my job at the publishing firm this was the day. I liked my job as a publishers' assistant, it would eventually get me the job I actually wanted which was to be an actual publisher. But for now I worked ridiculous hours and did unnecessary tasks to make people above me happy, or at least for a moment. 

I shyly went into the living room; Sage was in the kitchen at one of the counters. I couldn't tell from where I was what she was doing. I grabbed my keys from the table trying not to make any noise but of course I did.

"Nate?" Sage asked as she turned around from the counter to look right at me.

I couldn't read her face, there was just to many emotions trying to take control of it.

"Could we talk?"

I had never heard my sister ask to talk to me, I always had to force anything out of her.

I nodded; suddenly feeling like the rolls had been turned. She grabbed something from the counter behind her and walked over to me. 

She showed me a piece of paper that was covered with her writing; I still didn't know what she was doing.

"I was writing you a note, I'm not really good at talking to you." She paused as if she wanted me to say something but when I didn't she continued.

"I'm not angry with you Nate." She started reading off the piece of paper. "You made a mistake that you regret and I can forgive you for it. You don't have to be angry at yourself for it. I could tell that you regretted what you did and in order for you to be comfortable again in your own home I have decided to move out. I called-"

"Sage stop."

She looked up from the piece of paper, she was crying.

"Can I just finish what I wrote?"

"No." I walked over to her and took the paper.

"Nate give it back." She tried to grab for it but I held it higher that she could reach. "Please give it back."

"You just read what it said, I just don't need to know what it says next."

She blushed and turned her face away from me. What was going on with her?

I looked down at the paper and read, beginning from the first line. But it wasn't what she had been saying; it wasn't even close. 

"Sage?"

"I know! Okay I know! Something's wrong with me, I don't know what but there has to be if I feel that way towards you."

"Nothing's wrong with you."

I reread the part of the note that stuck out the most to me. The part about how she used to watch me bring home other girls and then try to sabotage the relationship. The entire letter was her admitting her feelings for me, saying how much she had wanted to tell me but never could. There was even a part where she admitted she was masturbate to thoughts of me, always wishing it was the real thing. 

"I had no idea you felt this way."

She shrugged, going back to her old self.

"If I had then I would have had the courage to kiss you a long time ago."

She looked back at me, her eyes wide with surprise.

"I don't regret kissing you Sage, I only stopped because I realized you would kill me; except now I don't think that would happen."

"I've wanted you for so long." She admitted. "You remember when you were dating that Allie?"

"Kind of, the tall blond at the beginning of my senior year at high school?"

"Yeah."

"What about her?"

"You two would always have sex when mom and dad weren't home but I would be."

"Oh god did you hear us?"

"Well I kind of listened. I would go outside your door and listen to you. I tried to block out Allie's moans and just listen to yours. You made me so wet Nate."

I felt my jaw drop. Had she really just said that?

"I know you're surprised. I was surprised too when I first realized how I felt about you. You always protected me and kept me safe. When I was younger I always thought of you as more of a father figure because dad was never around. But then I began to realize it was so much more than that."

My mind was in overdrive trying to process what my sister was saying. Was she really saying what I thought she was? Or am I dreaming?

"Nate?" 

"Yeah?" I came back from my daydreaming.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"About..."

"Moving out, I think it's best." She looked to the door; her bags that she hadn't even had the chance to unpack were sitting next to it.

She must have taken my silence as a yes to her leaving but before she was all the way to the door she turned around.

"I'm just glad you finally know how I feel, it's a huge weight off my chest." As if one cue I looked to her chest, god damn it she was so fucking beautiful.

Suddenly her hand was on the door opening it but I was right behind her.

"Don't go."

She jumped, she hadn't seen me walk over to her and neither had I. 

I turned her around and pinned her to the door.

"Nate it will be best if I just go, that way you can forgive me and not have to live with me while you're angry at me."

I started laughing, truly laughing. Her face contorted with confusion.

"You don't get it do you?"

She still had the confused look on her face.

"I-"

Screw talking. I leant down and kissed her. This time I kissed her like a woman deserves to be kissed. Picking her up into my arms, passion seeped out of every point of my body. Her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands cupped her face pulling her in more. Our lips glided over each other's effortlessly and with such ease. She pulled away for a moment to catch her breath.

"I love you Nate, I love you so much." She whispered before her mouth was back on mine. I carried her to the bedroom and shut the door behind us. She was suddenly pulling back trying to get out of my arms.

"What's wrong?"

"Not like this. I don't want my first time to be like this."

Her first time?

"You went to college and didn't once get laid?" I said kind of meanly.

She blushed and pulled out of my arms, jumping to the floor. 

"No Nate I didn't get laid." She said mockingly, her anger was clear in her voice. Wow Nate way to fucking ruin the moment. 

"Sorry I didn't mean to sound like that."

She rolled her eyes and sat on the end of the bed. 

"Sage were you waiting for me?"

"Don't me so cocky Nate. Believe me I tried to get guys to notice me but it's not that easy apparently."

What the fuck was wrong with the guys at my sister's college? She was a hot, willing girl and they turned her down?

"Well they're really stupid then."

"Don't try and make me feel better."

"I'm not. You're my own sister and I want to fuc- make love to you." Great save Nate. "So how did not one college guy, out of hundreds, not want to?"

She shrugged, for about the millionth time since she had come back.

I sat down on the bed next to her, close enough for my arm to gently touch hers. That was something she would always do with me when we were walking or sitting near each other. She would brush her arm against mine as just a subtle way of letting me know she was there and was happy to be with me.

"I'll make it special then." I got up, it was late and I had to get to work. My boss had probably called a hundred time wondering where I was.

"Where are you going?" She asked concerned.

"Work. But like I said I'll make it special." I gave her one last smile before I left. 

All day I thought about her and while I was thinking about her I messed everything else up. My boss told me to get 100 copies; I brought back ten and jammed the machine. My boss told me to call a client and set up a meeting for a certain time; I called the wrong client and gave them the wrong time. Even at lunch, I grabbed something I absolutely hated and when I went to get something else realized had no more money on me and didn't have enough time to get any.

But my thoughts of Sage made of for everything. I had created a plan; it was a great plan that would be followed out in 3 steps. 

Step one: get Sage an amazing dress and have it delivered to the apartment so that she knew something was going on. With the dress will a note with an address and a key. Oh and get myself a tux since I won't be going back to my apartment. 

Step two: Get reservations at the nicest possible restaurant in such short notice; screw the price. The address on the card I send Sage will be the location of the restaurant. And have a car sent to my apartment for the time on the card to pick up Sage and bring her to the restaurant. Reserve a hotel suite for us after diner. 

Step three: Once Sage is at the restaurant have an amazing dinner and make her feel amazing. Tell her that she'll need to be using that key she had soon and walk the short distance to the hotel from the restaurant. And go up to the hotel room...you get where I'm going with that.

And all this had to be done in a few hours. I had a lot to do. 



The Apartment



Probably a few errors in this. I grew impatient and so have submitted it in pretty much original form. More to follow if you like it. GA

*

Alexandra Bingham regarded her brother over the top of her sunglasses. She knew what he held in his hand but pretended not to. Her tummy slid in anticipation.

"What is it?" she asked. "I can't see you properly, you're in the shade."

"It's the key," the young man replied, "to the apartment. I'm sure it is."

Alexandra, sunbathing forgotten, sat up in her deck chair. "You mean ...?"

"I think so."

Daniel left the obvious question unsaid -- Should they use it? Having found the key -- just sitting there -- on the kitchen worktop Daniel was undecided. As usual he left the decision to his more daring sister.

"Where was it?" Alexandra asked as she padded across the tiled deck that led from the pool area to the double patio doors at the rear of the villa.

Daniel stepped back into the cool interior of the kitchen; his sister followed and pushed her sunglasses up into the tangle of her blonde hair.

"Just there," Daniel replied and nodded towards the spot, "just sat there in plain view."

Alexandra grinned at her brother. "We've got a couple of hours before they get back ..." 

Butterfly wings fluttered in Daniel's stomach; he knew what his sister's sly look meant. "I dunno, Alex. If Dad knew we'd been in there ..."

"How's he going to know? They won't be back for ages. We've got loads of time to sneak in and have a look around ... We won't disturb anything. Oh, come on, I've always wondered what's down there." The young woman smirked and added: "I reckon it's a kinky sex dungeon. You know ... ringbolts from the ceiling, a case full of rubber and latex ... Big dildos, that kind of thing."

Daniel rolled his eyes. "You always have to push it and take things too far. The idea of Dad in rubber kit ..."

"Well I'm going to take a peep. You can stay here if you like."

Alex snatched the key from her brother's hand. Barefoot, she strode from the kitchen. The young man stared at the empty doorway through which his sister had disappeared. He pictured her moving down the stairs that led to the lower part of the villa; the place his family had owned for as long as he could remember, and where he'd spent the majority of the summer holidays since he and his sister had been little. Now, with Alex being twenty-one, and he nineteen, Daniel thought that these family holidays would become a thing of the past. Both he and Alex were growing too old to be holidaying with parents.

He'd never seen inside the mysterious apartment in the cellar. The understanding was silently implicit -- It was their parents' private place, a place where Alexandra and Daniel had no business.

Daniel had been mildly curious for years, but hadn't been overly concerned, but now there was a chance to see beyond the blank-faced door ... and it could be the only opportunity he'd ever have ...

Daniel found the door ajar, the key protruding from the lock, mocking him like a stuck out tongue.

"Alex ..." he called nervously as he pushed the door wider. "Where are you?"

The girl called out: "In here."

Daniel followed the sound of her voice. He moved into the shadowy interior. The apartment, in essence a cellar, was windowless and cool. His heart hammered in his chest as he moved through the tiny vestibule. He shouldn't be in here; he and his sister were trespassing. Despite his anxiety Daniel walked deeper inside. As he moved beyond the small vestibule he searched for details. The place was disappointingly like the rooms above. There were no signs of depravity, no ringbolts in the ceiling that Alex had hoped for, this was no stygian dungeon. Instead Daniel saw tiled floors and matt-finished walls painted in flat primary colours -- the same as the rest of the villa.

The room Daniel stepped into was sparsely furnished. A single, large sofa sat against a wall. There were no pictures, no vases, and no television -- nothing at all in the way of decoration. From where he stood, to his left, through a doorless arch, Daniel saw a typical wet room -- a toilet, bidet, and shower. What was the mystery surrounding the apartment? Why the key?

His sister's voice came from the room straight ahead: "I'm here."

"I don't get it," Daniel said as he entered what was obviously the bedroom. "What's the big deal? There's fuck all in here."

Alexandra sat on the bed and turned her face to her brother, her eyes gleamed in the low light that breathed from a lamp in the corner.

"No?" she questioned, "nothing in here you say? You should take a look at this." The girl held a book towards her brother.

The book turned out to be an album of photographs. Daniel sat on the bed next to his sister and, shocked by what he saw, turned page after page of black and white photographs. The pictures, in series, showed a couple, both of whom were known to the boy. In the first few frames the couple were fully clothed; they smiled at the camera and held drinks in salute, but, as the pages turned ...

Speechless he turned the final page and heard Alex gasp. In the picture a naked woman stared into the lens of the camera. The expression on her face, distorted as her features were as she smiled around a mouthful of erect penis, was one of defiance and enjoyment. Stunned, Daniel stared at the photo. The model, with a wide-brimmed straw hat with a round crown and decorated with a ribbon tilted on the back of her head, was his mother.

"Recognise the hat?" Alexandra whispered.

Daniel gulped and nodded.

"Mum's gardening hat," the girl confirmed.

"Mum's doing more than gardening!" Daniel blurted. "And with him ... I mean ... That's Robert's cock she's sucking." He pointed to the man in the picture -- Their neighbour in England for more than thirty years. "And," Daniel asked, "who's taking the pictures?"

Alex squirmed on the bed next to her brother. "I'd say it was our father behind the camera," she whispered. "There are pictures of Dad in this one." The girl indicated another picture album on her far side. "There's loads of these folders in here, all the same. Mum and Dad fucking other people."

"This one is from years ago," Daniel indicated the album in his shaking hands. "Mum looks so young."

"Well I've got one that's more recent," Alex said. "Dad's fucking Aunt Susan ... It doesn't look like it was too long ago."

"Mum's sister! No way ... Let me see. I don't believe it. I can't believe this is happening."

Daniel gaped at the picture, colour this time, very recent, and was staggered by what he saw. His mother's sister knelt on a bed that looked very similar to the one he sat on now. The buxom woman rested on her forearms and smiled over her shoulder as she presented her derriere to her brother. Daniel's father had one hand clamped to the woman's hip while he guided a generous erection towards her opening.

His father and his mother's sister!

It was then Daniel became aware of his sister's proximity. He felt the heat from her body, clad only in the briefest of bikinis, as she sat next to him. He turned to look at her and noticed her avid stare as she looked down at the pictures confronting them both. As if she felt the intensity of his gaze, Alex lifted her eyes to her brother's.

"I'm so ..." she croaked in a hoarse voice. "I ... I'm so fucking turned on, Danny." The girl swallowed hard and shook her head. "These pictures ... Dozens of them ... A private porn collection. Looking at all this stuff just makes me want to touch myself."

For Daniel, time stopped. His sister's narcotic voice hypnotised him; he recognised the hunger in her tone -- he felt it too. The desire to reach into his swimming shorts and squeeze his penis overwhelmed him.

But he hesitated to do so in front of his sister...

"Look at them," Alex crooned. "Look at their faces. Mum loves it. She looks so happy ... Sucking Robert's cock ... Dad fucking Aunt Susan ..."

Daniel smelt the aroma of sun cream on his sister's skin. The bedroom of the forbidden apartment became a cocoon; a bubble of unreality in the depths of the Portuguese villa. A trickle of perspiration slid from the concavity of Alex's throat and down between her breasts. Daniel resisted the urge to trace its path with his tongue.

"I want to touch myself," Alexandra repeated. "I'm going to, Daniel. I can't stand it. I'm on fire down there, it itches ... I've just got to ..."

Daniel sat slack-jawed and immobile while his sister slipped her fingers under the elastic of her bikini briefs. The material rippled as she rubbed at herself until, with a hiss of frustration, Alexandra stood abruptly and snatched at the scrap of cloth. Bare from the waist down, she then reached behind her body and unclasped the top half of her swimwear. Entirely naked, Daniel's sister lay back on the bed, spread her thighs, and began to masturbate.

"Fuck it," she groaned. "I don't care. Leave or stay; I need to wank. I'm too turned on to be bothered, Danny."

The sight of his sister's bald mons made Daniel gulp. "Alex ..." he blurted. "What are you doing? Stop it." But he continued to stare. "Mum and Dad will be back soon," he spluttered.

"You've always been a worrier, Danny. They won't be back for another two hours at least, plenty of time for me to coax a big, juicy orgasm out." The girl closed her eyes and spread her labia with her fingertips. She pressed a finger into the bubbling opening.

Daniel boggled at the sight of his sister fingering herself. She's so beautiful, he thought. Damn what a body ... Alexandra was right though, he did worry. She'd always been the bold one, the dare-devil who'd take any challenge. This was so typical of his sister; he'd known she'd be the one to suggest coming down to the apartment. As soon as he told her he'd found the key, he knew it was inevitable. Taking a surreptitious peek was one thing though, masturbating in front of him was an entirely different matter; it was so brazen ... but so erotic. Daniel couldn't resist squeezing his erection through his swim-shorts.

That squeeze was enough. A moment later Daniel was surprised to find his shorts around his ankles as he stood at the foot of the bed and his fist moved slowly along his cock.

Alexandra writhed and curled on the bed. "I've seen Mum in that hat so many times," she panted, "but seeing her wearing it ... in that picture ... so gorgeous and naked ...and with Robert's fat cock in her mouth ..." The girl groaned and clamped her thighs tight around her forearm. "There's a picture of her with spunk dripping off her chin ... I wonder if I should take the old bastard on when we get home. I'd love to feel the hot stuff splashing on my skin." Alexandra opened her legs again.

Daniel gulped again when he saw his sister fucking her opening with three, stiff fingers.

"I ... Have you always been so filthy?" he asked.

Alex pulled her hand away from her sex, the labia hung heavy and swollen. As her sex gaped at Daniel, Alexandra smiled and drawled: "I'm so fucking dirty, little brother ..." She licked her fingers, staring into her brother's face. "You have no idea how bad I can be." Alexandra snorted. "I obviously take after my mother." She grinned and pointed to Daniel. "And look at you, wanking that big thing in front of me."

Daniel reddened and let his cock fall from his grip. "Uh ..." he grunted, discouraged.

"Don't stop," Alexandra wailed. "I want to watch you. Will you come for me?"

Sensing that her brother was losing his nerve, Alexandra leaned across the bed and, one-handed, opened an album at random. "Look!" she cried. "Here's Mum with a face full of spunk. Come and look at it, Danny. Look at her face. See how much she adores it? Show me the hot stuff. Please."

The young man glanced down at the picture and was lost. He saw globs of goo hanging from his mother's chin, with spatters of the stuff smeared across her heavy breasts as her youthful face, decorated with more semen, smiled out at him.

His fingers curled around the shaft of his erection.

Alexandra sighed with pleasure at the sight.

"Look at you, darling brother," the woman whispered almost to herself. She squeezed her small, tight breasts, and smeared her own juice over her taut nipples. She watched her brother's hazy-eyed face while he tugged urgently. "Would you like me to do it for you?" Alexandra asked.

Without waiting for a response, she doubted her brother could hear her anyway, Alex quickly rose from the bed. Standing by her brother's side, and with her flank pressed against his body, Alex ran a hand down over Daniel's chest.

"Let me do it," she whispered into his ear.

A gesture of resistance blurted from the young man: "Alex ... This is ... We can't ...You're my sister!"

And then, with his sister's fingers around his girth, as her fist began to move, Daniel succumbed.

"You being my brother only makes it better. Kiss me," he heard his sister say. Daniel groaned and opened his mouth to receive her tongue.

Less than a minute later, Alexandra, knowing her brother was close to orgasm, broke the kiss and sat on the edge of the bed. She maintained the same tempo with her hand, but shifted her grip as she positioned herself in front of her brother.

The young man swallowed heavily, sensing her intention. Daniel knew deep down that he should stop her. He knew on a logical, distant level that what he was doing with his sibling was wrong, but when he looked down into her eyes -- and saw her sly smile -- he capitulated. Let her have her way.

He heard a moan of triumphant delight from his sister's throat as her lips closed around the bulb of his cock-head.

"Alex—" he managed before the first spurt gushed into her mouth.

Later that evening, as a mortified Daniel hid in his bedroom, Alexandra used her own key and crept into the apartment again.

Her father sat on the sofa in the anteroom.

"Well?" he asked.

Alexandra nodded. "It was easy. He found the keys right where you left them. I got him down here and I sucked his cock," she said, as, naked, she walked to her father. "Tomorrow," she continued, "I'll bring him down here and do this with him."

Smiling, Alexandra's father held her hips as the girl straddled his thighs and pulled his erection into her body.

"You juicy little bitch," he groaned as the heat of his daughter's cunt clamped around his girth.

"I need to come. I didn't manage to get off earlier," Alexandra explained. "He spunked all over me and then ran off."

A voice spoke from the bedroom: "Perhaps I should go and see how my son's doing?"

Alexandra smiled at her mother as she appeared in the doorway. The woman lifted a camera to her eye. Alexandra closed her eyes against the glare of the flash and wondered how soon it would be before an album featuring Daniel and his mother was added to the collection. Then, all thought left her as she surrendered to the sensations between her legs.



The Apartment



Author's note:

This is my first story on literotica. I hope you like it. 

Synopsis:

He moves into a new apartment. On the surface, the place seemed ideal, but his first night there, he discovers a terrible problem with the place that he didn't take into account...

Story:

It was a room decorated in off-white tint. A dressing table sat modestly in between two wardrobes, reflecting the image of the room's occupant sitting on his bed. His fuzzy browed eyes stared into the computer; its screen illuminating his taut facial features, undermining the dim lit lamp of the room beside the bed. His eyes narrowed now and then upon the noise of children playing outside, distracting him from his work. When not being distracted, his eyes trailed the screen from left to right, copying the movement of typewriter carriage. But the distraction was increasing, with more and more kids gathering to play near his apartment with the fall of the evening; it was India after all, kids love playing street cricket during these hours after school. He had ignored the fact that while this moderately quipped apartment was being sold below its market value, there would certainly be some problems that he'd have to buy along with the apartment. The most annoying of all was the undulated music blasting from the marriage hall, few blocks away until the wee hours of the night; ban of loud music in residential areas after 10:00 PM ruled as a law highly ignored. Then there were his nosy neighbors, noting the time of him leaving the apartment and returning back with dutiful grace; their irritating kids, honking his door bell and running way. The punctual power cuts, twice each day, before and after his office hours. All these things were nothing compared to what he'd have gone through if he hadn't shifted to this new apartment.

Tired of forced concentration, he closed the lid of his laptop; releasing his body from veil of his clothes, he fell flat on his bed, his brown eyes gazed the blurred circumference of a ceiling fan. Closing his eyes, his brain imagined the images of Viraj, the guy he loved.





The Apartment



I listened to them for three months through the back wall of my bedroom closet. If I got home before 6 o'clock, I only heard her there, seemingly alone. Sometimes I heard a television or music, always playing at a low volume. Occasionally I heard her voice talking on the telephone. She spoke Chinese.

Their arguments began when he got home at 7. I never understood any of their exchanges - they never spoke to each other in English. Her tone was sharp and accusatory. His responses were lower-pitched rumbles. Their words volleyed back and forth, pausing for what I assumed was their dinnertime. Some evenings, that would end the arguments. On other evenings they'd start up again. Eventually their voices stilled, and only their television broke the silence.

They were in bed at 10, like clockwork. And more often than not, regardless of the intensity of their earlier bickering, they fucked. In the beginning I'd lie in bed and hear their muffled sounds, though as the weeks passed, I became emboldened and I'd press an ear against the wall to listen more clearly. They'd start slowly. I'd hear her long, exhaled moans or his deep-throated grunts. Oral sex, I concluded, and neither of them seemed to reach orgasm. Eventually they fucked.

Their fucking was delightfully noisy and frustratingly quick. Invariably, in a span of never more than three or four minutes, her moans became high-pitched staccato squeaks, his grunts became sustained, earthy growls, and their headboard thumped an ever-quickening beat against the far bedroom wall until he climaxed. Then silence. Did she come? I guessed not.

And why did I guess not? Because I'd hear her when she did climax. That happened almost every morning, shortly after her husband left for work. I'd listen to her pleasure herself, vocalizing the same high-pitched squeaks as she'd done the night before, but in the mornings these sounds transitioned to a new plateau, announcing each of her several orgasms with loud, breathy gasps and throaty moans. My own more silent climax usually synchronized with her first one. Her husband missed out on a lot.

I never saw them in person. I just entered their lives through their anonymous sounds. It went on like that for three months, and then suddenly they were gone. They must have moved when I was at work because their apartment went silent for three weeks. 

My next neighbor was a man, also unseen and anonymous. He lived there for four months. In that time I heard him entertain a female visitor only once. The two of them arrived about midnight, interrupting my quiet reading in bed with their slamming doors, flushing toilets, and loud voices. Then the volume dropped and my ear found its way to the closet wall, and before long they were in bed. I heard soft voices and stretches of silence mixed with sounds of giggles and pleasure. When the bed noises began, it was a steady rhythm and all too brief, finishing with her "Oh God!" exclamation and his long, bear-like growl.

His departure was soon replaced by a new renter, this time a woman. She had an active social life, and her apartment was filled with voices both female and male. Once or twice a week she entertained a man in her bedroom, complete with conversation, laughs, lengthy sexplay, and multiple orgasms. I became a student of the sounds, and it was clear to me that there were at least two, perhaps three, men she was involved with.

I saw her in person a few weeks after she moved in. She was in her late 20s, short and a tad pudgy, sporting a constant smile and an embodiment of "perky." We crossed paths that first time in the hallway as we both happened to emerge from our apartments. We exchanged a mutual "Hi!" as we crossed paths.

After that, after I had a glimpse of the tangible woman who occupied the bed in the next apartment, I was doubly aroused when I listened to her through the wall. I tried to imagine what she was doing with her lover du jour. When I heard only a male moan, was that from her busy mouth? When her joyful noises were unaccompanied by bed creaks, was he feasting on her pussy? And when the bed began creaking, I tried to envision how their bodies were joined. What positions did she like? Did it vary with each lover? Did she control the actions, or did he?

Meanwhile, my own sex life picked up. My relationship with a woman at work had been evolving from friendly to flirty to suggestive. Melanie was in her late thirties, a decade older than me, and had a boyfriend. She was medium height, skinny with small breasts, long red hair and sparkling blue eyes, and a quick laugh. We'd frequently eat lunch together, at first in groups, then as time went on more often it was just the two of us.

Eventually our conversations got personal. I told Melanie about my long-distance relationship that was in hiatus, and she told me about her apathetic boyfriend. "I don't know why I bother to take the pill," she grumbled one day, "He never seems interested. Am I really that boring?" I assured her she wasn't. I also took a mental note about her contraceptive of choice – and wondered whether she might be dropping a hint to me.

A week later, driving to a sandwich shop for lunch, she asked to see where I lived. Ten minutes after that we were in my apartment. She excused herself for a quick bathroom break, and moments later we were kissing in the living room. Five minutes after that, I was on my back on the bed, and Melanie was busily slurping away on my cock.

Things were obviously moving quickly.

While Melanie was slowly bobbing up and down on my shaft, I slipped a hand up her skirt – no panties! – and played with her pussy. She was wet and growing wetter by the second. Her moans vibrated through my erection as my fingers grazed up and down her slippery cleft, saying hello to both her prominent clit and her vagina. Melanie's mouth disengaged and she looked up at me. Her fist was wrapped around the base of my throbbing shaft. "Do we have time for a quickie?" she asked with a smile.

I didn't bother to glance at the bedside clock. "Are you sure?" My cock spoke my answer to her fist.

Melanie didn't answer with words. She stood up, reached behind herself and fiddled with the back of her skirt, and it dropped to the floor. Now I could see she was a natural redhead. I barely had time to squirm my pants to below my knees when she was on top of me again, straddling my hips, maneuvering her inflamed pussylips along the length of my cock to stroke her wetness against my expectant flesh.

And then Melanie impaled herself on me. Inside, she was a furnace of smooth slickness. Her face took on an expression of faraway concentration as her hips squirmed, driving my cock deeper and deeper until her pubic bone was mashed against mine. She rested there momentarily, rejoining eye contact with me and gracing me with her little internal squeezes. Then she sat upright and began to grind. Her palms rested against my chest to steady herself, and her hips undulated in a steady rhythm. There was no in-and-out. There was only a relentless, insistent grinding of her pussy against me.

Throughout it all we kept eye contact. Melanie smiled. Her blue eyes twinkled. Her mouth pursed, and she exhaled soft moans that became progressively louder and more sustained. Her weight pinned my hips to the mattress. Melanie was in control, taking her pleasure in my body and her own. Not that I was complaining, of course. "You're so hard," she murmured, and her hips increased their tempo.

We were both getting close. "Oh God," she grunted, "Oh God." Her hips quickened and pressed down even harder. She announced, "I'm going to come," and she shifted gears yet again, slowing her thrusts and ever so slightly changing the angle of entry to drive my cock even deeper into her vagina and to increase the pressure of my shaft against her G-spot, which was now distinctly noticeable to my invading flesh. I held her hips with my hands and just hung on for the ride – or more accurately, for her ride. 

Then Melanie closed her eyes and climaxed with a noisy, sustained groan that sounded like a weightlifter hoisting the barbell above her head. Her steady hips thrusts stilled, her back arched, her face reddened and scrunched into an agony of pleasure. I felt her involuntary rhythmic nibbles around the base of my cock. And that did it for me, too. My instincts forced my hips higher to bury my cock another fraction of an inch, and I exploded pulse after pulse into her silky vagina, announcing each with a soft grunt. Melanie's eyes open and she refocused on my face, smiling, rocking her hips in sync with my spurts.

We remained connected for a minute or two. My cock offered its final dying twitches. My pounding heart slowed. Melanie's eyes broke away to glance at the clock. "Shit," she said, "I have a 1:30 meeting." I followed her gaze. It was 1:05. Her pussy gave me a final squeeze, and out I popped. Melanie giggled, reaching a hand between her legs. "You've made a mess in me!" she scolded with a pretend tone, then she dismounted and waddled to the bathroom with one hand cupping her pussy, the other retrieving her skirt from the floor on her way.

I got my pants back on and my belt buckled by the time Melanie emerged. She was wearing her skirt again. We met halfway, embraced and kissed, and then stared at each other. She broke the silence. "It's a good thing I have underwear," she told me, "or else your cum would be running down my legs all afternoon."

I started to apologize, but she cut me off with "I'm just teasing." She glanced at her wristwatch. "We do have to go, though." She pecked my lips again with a quick kiss, and we headed to the door and out to my car for the short ride back to work.

Two days later we took separate cars "to go to lunch" and met at my apartment. A few minutes later and with fewer words, we were naked in my bed, and my face was tucked between Melanie's trim thighs. My nose parted her red bush, and I licked and suckled her fragrant pussy to an explosive orgasm. Her undulating hips kept pace with my slathering tongue until her hands pulled my face against her slick pink and she exhaled those same straining, throaty grunts.

Melanie tugged me upward. "Now," she said, "Now I want you inside me." Who was I to argue? I mounted her, our bodies adjusted to each other, my cock smeared itself in her slickness, and then in a single creamy stroke I was buried. A flood of sensations overwhelmed me. I was enthralled by her inner heat, her smooth, slippery walls, her legs that embraced me and pulled me closer. I rejoiced in her hips that angled upward to get me deeper, her torso that squirmed to be in just the right position, her arms that wrapped around my upper body, her fingernails that dug into my back.

I was suddenly distinctly aware that my cock was buried inside this vibrant, heavily breathing supposedly attached woman who was offering me her creamy, furnace-hot snatch. Was her boyfriend really sexually uninterested in her? How could that be?

"You're so hard," she whispered to me, "It feels so good, so good." I tried gentle, and Melanie demanded "Harder! Faster!" Each inward thrust seemed almost frantic. "That's it," she moaned, "Like that, don't stop!" I didn't. Her rocking hips, her hands that were now planted on my ass and urging my ever faster pace, her breathy moans were headed toward an inevitable, and quick, outcome. I'm going to come, I announced, which only increased her volume. Inside she was getting wetter and wetter. A few final thrusts got me there, and I jammed my cock as deep as I could manage and exploded with strong, wet pulses, each matched with her breathy "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

We clung to each other, sweaty and panting. "I'm sorry," I managed to get out between my rapid breaths, "I came much too fast."

Melanie's fingernails lightly scratched up and down my back. "It's okay," she assured me, "I wanted it. I wanted you." She raised her face to mine, and I kissed her. Her tongue swirled in my mouth.

Our lunchtime quickies went on for a few months with a mostly regular weekly dash to my apartment. We'd quickly strip and slide between the sheets. After a few minutes of nuzzling and giggles, licks and nibbles, it would be "time's a wastin'!" and my rock-hard cock would be jammed up her sweet, hot, slickness. My pubic bone would be mashed against her little soldier at attention, my cockhead would be tickling the tip of her cervix, and we'd both be moaning and groaning and breathing fast.

Sometimes Melanie would start out on top. Sometimes we'd scissor together sideways. Occasionally we'd shift to a couple of minutes of doggie. But we would almost always end up the same way, with Melanie on her back, her knees raised and spread, and me driving my cock into her. We would climax more or less together. Hers would trigger mine, or mine would trigger hers, and we'd writhe together on the bed, my cock pulsing streams of liquid fire and Melanie's inner muscles doing their own rhythmic contractions with her cervix fluttering a neighborly greeting to my spurts.

And a 'quickie' being what it is, we'd only linger there for another few minutes, cooling down with more nuzzles and giggles, more erotic whispers in each other's ear while connected body parts did their final quivers. Soon we'd share a brief shower – "Don't get my hair wet!" Melanie would admonish. Invariably she'd make a sexy comment about her pussy being filled to overflowing – "How am I going to sit in a meeting like _this_!" she'd scold me with smile.

During all this time, I would continue to overhear my neighbor's sex life. I noticed a pattern – she seemed to entertain only on Wednesday or Sunday evenings, and she was juggling more than one lover. On the other evenings her apartment was silent until shortly after midnight, when I would occasionally heard her puttering around. I guessed that she might have an evening job, and that guess was reinforced one day when Melanie and I were leaving my apartment. As we stepped into the hallway, my neighbor emerged from her apartment, walking toward us. As she passed, I noticed her eyes glance quickly at Melanie's ring finger, sans ring, then make eye contact with me and smile.

When Melanie and I stood together in the elevator, she said, "Did you see her check us out?" It was then that it occurred to me that if my neighbor had a job that occupied her evenings, then she was likely in her apartment during the daytime hours when Melanie and I were enjoying our noon'ers. And since I could hear my neighbor's amorous noises, my neighbor could certainly hear what was happening in my bedroom, too. Did she deliberately exit her apartment so she could attach a face and a body to Melanie's vocalizations? The thought of being the object of someone else's voyeurism initially alarmed me, then it intrigued me.

"No, I didn't notice," I replied. "I almost never run into her."

Over time, for one reason or another, my noon'ers with Melanie became less frequent – from weekly to every two weeks, then once a month at most. I began to date a few other women, though nothing serious developed. One Saturday afternoon I lugged my laundry basket to the basement laundry room, and there I discovered my neighbor was pulling clothes out of the dryer and into her basket. "Hi neighbor," I said.

"Well hi, neighbor."

I reached out a hand. "I'm Jon."

"Hi Jon. I remember you. I'm Lynn." She smiled, then added, "I feel like I already know you."

I wondered if she was referring to our shared bedroom wall. I also wondered that if she had been listening to my bedroom activities, then did it occur to her that I might be listening to hers? I said, "Still, it's good to actually meet you for real."

"Sure. It's nice to meet you, too."

Lynn hoisted her laundry basket, turning toward the door, then turned back to face me, saying, "I hope I'm not too loud in my apartment. I don't want to bother you.

"No, you don't bother me at all. I hope I don't bother you."

Lynn smiled. "No, you don't." We shared a moment of silence as we stared at each other's face. I restrained an urge to say, "I rather enjoy listening to you." Was she thinking the same thing? Finally, Lynn winked at me and walked out the door.