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The Challenge

By: da_cats_pjs



The feeling of your eyes traveling my flesh takes me from my sleep. As the morning fog lifts from my brain I register the devilish smirk played across your lips.

"Good morning sexy. Dare I ask what that look your giving me is all about?" I say half yawning.

"Well, you know what happens when you give me time to think. I have a challenge for you, you game?" You challenge, your voice betraying your cockiness.

Chuckling softly I reply "Always! Bring it baby!"

Your eyebrows arched in amusement you begin, "Well aren't we the confident one? You know I really am way too good to you because honestly and honestly either way you win. Ok here it is, we are going to have a staring contest. First one to look away looses and the winner gets to have their way with them"

"That's it? Oh please!" I scoff.

"No, that's not it and if you had patience and would let me finish, I would have told you the rest already. There is of course a catch or two my dear. You see we are going to sit on either end of the bed facing each other and while we stare into each other's eyes we masturbate. First one to either come or break eye contact loses. Heh. So you have to control your pace while you resist closing your eyes, looking at me or looking at yourself which we know you are so fond of doing." Your last words dripping with smugness.

"You know if that last statement weren't so true I would be offended by it. However, have I mentioned today that I love that twisted mind of yours?" 

Sitting up, I move to the head of the bed as you take your spot at the foot. My back pressed to the ironwork, its coldness raising goose bumps on my already warm flesh.

"Ready?" you ask.

My eyes locking on yours ready for the games to begin.

"Ok then I guess you are ready, here we go."

Settling back, my hands move to my breasts. My fingers pull and rub at my nipples, the sensitive flesh twirling in my fingers. Respond to the attention they sit hard and erect atop my tits. My hands cover them, kneading my nipples into the fleshy mound beneath them. Pleasure traveling to other parts of my body. Heat grows between my legs and I can feel the first drops of moisture there.

My eyes are locked firmly on yours but the distance between us lets me see you biting your bottom lip, your face straining. Your face the marker of your pace, I know we are in lock step.

Confidently I up the stakes. My hands slide down my stomach, over the tops of my thighs, across to my inner thigh. Nails lightly scratch up to my smooth pussy, their touch against the skin teasing and tantalizing. Caressing my mound, fingertips map every smooth inch of skin. My clit throbs inside my swollen lips. I can feel it harden and pulse beneath my folds. It demands pleasure, drawing my fingers to it like a magnet, urging me to plunge inside my folds, to uncover and play with it. I resist its siren call and take its punishment feeling its throb turn to a dull ache.

With a slow and deliberate pace, my fingers continue their exploration, pushing open my lips to expose the warm, wet flesh beneath. I can smell the wetness of my pussy before they dive in to feel it. Three fingers rub flat along my slit my juices easing the friction letting them glide faster with each stroke. My thumb reaches forward to touch my clit and ease its ache, carefully flicking the hard nub back and forth, toying with it. 

The need for total pleasure grows stronger with every move. I strain to keep my eyes on you. Your face still mirrors mine; our short shallow breaths in time with one another as we struggle maintain control. 

The throbbing and ache from my clit sends its demands for more attention. My thumb presses the hard flesh down grinding it against the walls that surround it. Fingers now toy with the entrance to my hole. The balance I once maintained between control and desire becomes impossible to maintain. The two become separate entities locked in combat. 

As I look at you, my mind's eye betrays me. It flashes pictures of you with your hand wrapped tightly around your hard cock, slowly stroking it up and down. Your thumb wiping your pre-cum off the head and spreading it to your shaft. I can see your other hand beneath, lightly tugging at your balls, pulling them down then pressing them back against your perineum. Your soft moans and labored breaths ringing in my ears as proof, I can not pretend that you are not there. I know you are. Every sense I have is acutely aware of you. My lust for you mixing with the lust I feel for my own pleasure the two bordering in the edge of carnal.

Desire makes its move, commanding me to tilt my hips and expose my ass. It overpowers my control and I helplessly obey. My wet fingers move beyond my slit, leaving my juices in glistening trail stopping at my asshole. They push against that tight forbidden hole the pressure of it giving me naughty thrill. My middle finger lubed from my slit pushes in moving past the tight ring till it is fully inside me. I begin to wiggle it around curling it and pressing against the back of my pussy wall. Pleasurable pressure increasing with each movement of my finger. 

My other hand rubs my slit yet desire demands more. My fingers obey moving to my dripping hole. Three fingers inside me, my tight hole slowly expands as my fingers push deeper and deeper. They curl and begin to rub at each of my walls pressing against them. They reach my back wall last I can feel them pushing it slightly as the finger in my ass continues to rub at the other side. The wall so alive with sensation my fingertips feel like they touch as they rub on opposite sides. Fingers now acting of their own mind, drive me closer to the edge of insanity. 

My breath grows quicker and quicker, no longer in time with yours I know I must act if I have any hope of winning your challenge. Mustering all my strength, I make a desperate attempt to suppress my maddening needs. I pull out my fingers taking away all of my stimulation hoping to hold back the tide, but it's too late. The first tiny tremors have started and they can not be stopped. My mind is gone, it's conquered and helpless. 

I act on the driving desire for pleasure alone now. Fingers thrust back inside me, pumping in and out. Juices covering them, dripping on my wrist. Two fingers plunge into my ass moving in perfect time with the assault on my pussy. The throbbing demands of my clit finally answered as it is rubbed hard into my body at a furious pace. My breath so fast it's almost as if it has stopped. I can feel it building higher and higher the level of bliss grows. Greater and greater grows my need for release. My hands driving me towards it. 

My eyes close as the first wave hits me. I don't even realize that I have lost. All I realize in this moment is the total ecstasy I have brought myself to. I can hear my voice shouting as if it were not mine, the noise coming from deep within me. My shoulders shudder. My stomach tightens. My ass clenches. My legs straighten. My toes curl. Every muscle and neuron in my body alive and consumed by pleasure. I finally relax, slumping against the wrought iron head of the bed. My eyes sealed shut for a moment, they finally open and see you smirking still stroking your cock.

I smile and stare at it, watching your hand squeeze it tightly. It begins to quiver, cum traveling through it. The milky whiteness shoots from your swollen pink head. I hear your groans as you finally allow yourself to cum you body filled with your orgasm and triumph.

You take a moment before you speak. Your eyes again lock on mine as you whisper softly, "I win."

To be continued...

The Challenge



It wasn't until I was 27 years old that I had ever been fucked in the ass by another man. I'd given and received blow jobs, and done my share of jerking off with other guys, but I was totally naive and inexperienced about taking it up the ass. In fact, when I first started going to a local gay porno theater to be fascinated by the images on the screen, I actually thought the films of men getting pounded by other guys were created by trick photography. I just knew that cocks as big as those on the porno stars could not possibly fit into something as small and tight as an asshole.

I'll admit the first time a hard dripping cock broke into my ass it was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. But, just as the guy behind the cock kept telling me, within a couple minutes the pain evaporated into the most pleasurable feeling of my life. Far from being the "sissy" activity we all have been taunted about; taking a big, throbbing, hot cock up the ass is an incredibly masculine experience. From that first time I was hooked and I have certainly had my share of manmeat in my hole.

I do think most gay men, whether they will admit it or not, tend to be "size queens" on occasion - or even all the time. I had always been concerned about my own size until I really started experimenting with men. I never got any complaints. In fact, almost every man I ever had sex with came back for seconds - whether I wanted him to or not. It gave me a lot of confidence socially and sexually with other men.

I'd heard rumors about this guy Gary for quite a while. Guys from the gym had seen him in the locker room and shower. Some guys from the neighborhood gay bar had even gone home with him. Word got around that his cock was so big it was impossible to give him head. Most guys wouldn't even consider letting him try to fuck them because his monster cock could rip them in two. Most often, the men he went home with had to fuck Gary or just jerk him off. Just thinking about it made my butthole wet.

Gary was about 6' 3" with black hair and eyes so dark they almost looked black, too. His hair was medium length, but some of it always was falling down across his forehead. An actor, he tended to dress in his standard drag of faded jeans, a white T-shirt and black leather jacket. 

On one typical Saturday night some friends and I went to our usual gay hangout. Standing alone at the bar was Gary, looking kind of like a big "lucky dog" trying to make people think he was a tough guy. He glanced across the room, raised his drink to me and smiled. Little did he know that the friend I was standing with was telling me about going home with him at that precise moment. Tim went on and on about how BIG his cock was and the most amazing thing was it actually got as hard as steel. He commented on how most guys would pass out from that much blood leaving their brain to pump up another body part. It was then that I took Gary's cock as a personal challenge. I wanted that thing in my ass! I raised my glass to Gary and smiled back.

As the evening went on my friends got bored with the bar and wanted to move on. I wanted to stay - and take on my challenge - but I didn't want my friends to know I planned to hit on Gary. He watched as my friends and I left. I winked at him and walked out the door. When we got to the parking lot everyone agreed to meet at another bar. Except me. I lied, saying I had an early morning appointment and had better head home. As soon as my friends' cars left the parking lot I headed back into the bar.

Gary was just walking out the door by himself. He looked surprised to see me coming back in and asked "Oh, did you forget something?"

I explained I really didn't feel like going to another bar with my friends and wasn't quite ready to go home. He immediately asked me if I was ready to go to his home, which was just a few blocks away. Not being a fool, I quickly agreed. Within five minutes we were at his place. As soon as we were in inside he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me roughly. Without speaking we began removing our clothes as he guided me to his bedroom. By the time we were standing by his bed both of us were completely nude with our dicks pointing toward the ceiling.

I couldn't do anything but stare at his cock. The thing was HUGE! It had to be a good 11 1/2 inches long and as big around as my wrist. The purple head looked like the size of a tennis ball. And it was HARD! Most really big cocks I'd had the pleasure of enjoying never got totally hard. This was definitely going to be a challenge.

The next thing I knew we were on the bed with Gary deep throating my 8-incher. I had both hands his veiny pole jerking him off. I couldn't begin to get the thing in my mouth. (Have you ever tried to put a tennis ball in your mouth?) However, I did my best licking the thing and mouthing his balls. Both of his hands were deep massaging my ass. Every once in a while a finger would tease my asshole. We were a tangle of arms, legs, fingers, mouths, tongues and cocks. This guy was incredible.

Gary came up for air. "You've got a great ass. I've noticed you down at the beach in your Speedo. I'd really like to fuck you."

He had to know how much I wanted him inside me. I admit the thought terrified me. I really didn't know if I could handle the thing. He must have recognized my hesitation because he began telling me about not many guys allowing him to fuck them because of their fear of being physically hurt. He told me most of them just weren't willing to take the time to truly relax and prepare themselves for an incredible experience. I think his "actor's voice" had a soothing and calming effect on me. I rolled on my stomach and Gary began giving me the most incredible massage I had ever experienced.

He spent a lot of time concentrating on the globes of my ass. I felt him bend down and begin kissing my butt. The kisses were followed by a tongue wetting my crack and circling my asshole. His tongue entering my assring caused a loud moan to come from my lips. He withdrew his tongue and it was replaced by a finger covered with a cold lubricant. The lube seemed to heat up as it was rubbed into my hole. As I got more relaxed I felt another finger enter me. It was followed by a third, and a fourth. It felt as if he was massaging the inside of my ass. My own cock had never been this hard, but I felt so relaxed I didn't even make the effort to reach for it and found myself gently humping his bed.

Gary laid down beside me and rolled me over on my left side. Lifting my leg, he placed his throbbing meat along the crack of my ass. With one hand he kept rubbing my head, my face, my pecs, my abs and my cock. It was an amazing experience. With his other hand he grasped his cock, moving it back and forth across my puckering hole. Each time it moved across the opening he pushed in gently into me a bit more.

He was licking the inside of my ear and whispering "take a deep breath, relax and enjoy" over and over as if it were a mantra. I felt like Jell-O in this man's power and the most relaxed I ever been with another individual.

Suddenly, he pushed hard with his groin and I felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of my lungs. I tried to scream but no sound came from my mouth. The entire time his hands were roaming over my body and he was placing little kisses on my face, neck and back. He began to slowly rock back and forth. With each rocking movement a little more of his flesh disappeared into my ass. The pain was gone. In its place was an intense warmth and feeling of joy. Tears were running down my face. But they weren't tears of pain or sadness. Gary turned my head and licked the saltiness from my cheeks.

I lost all sense of time and surroundings. By this time I could actually feel his wiry pubic hair between my buttcheeks. If this wasn't nirvana I don't know what was. Gary somehow positioned our bodies so I was now getting it up the ass while on all fours. Each thrust was followed by him pulling his cock back out until just the head remained in me. My breathing was in unison with the pounding I was getting from this man.

Concentrating on what was inside of me I had paid no attention to my own rock hard cock. And I didn't need to. The massaging of my prostate by the huge piece of meat inside me set me off without either one of us ever having to touch me. Both of us were completely drenched in sweat, and Gary just kept up a steady pace of moving in and out of me. In a short time I came again. After I came a third time Gary quickened his pace. With both hands on my shoulders he plowed into me again and again. Finally, he let out a scream like that of an injured animal and I could actually feel spurt after spurt of hot liquid deep inside my ass.

Exhausted, we rolled back onto the bed with his semi-hard cock still inside of me. The sun was shining through the blinds when I felt him slowly slide out of me. Having met the challenge, I drifted off to a dream-filled sleep.

When I awoke mid-morning Gary had already left for work. Beside the bed was a note saying he hoped we could do it all again in the near future. I got dressed and walked out his door. As soon as I shut the locked door I realized I had locked my keys inside. With my ass a bit sore, I slowly walked to a nearby coffee shop. That evening I returned to Gary's to get my keys. I also got a repeat of the previous night. I was certainly up to the repeat challenge and enjoyed every minute. 



The Challenge



Samantha did not go quietly. She had tried to maintain the mental distance she had found earlier, but the moment the guards had lead her naked into the courtyard, and she had seen the so-called altar she was going to be chained to, she panicked. Telling herself over and over that she was merely a tool, and that the crowd of men who were packed within the surrounding loggia were only interested in Cam's performance, had lost it's power to calm her. 

She didn't have a chance of escape, but she fought anyway, and the guards were forced to use the magnetic manacle controls, locking her wrists together so they could pull her bodily into the courtyard. But even then, she kicked and wriggled and tried to make it as difficult for them as possible. Until the guards dragged her past the rope enclosure within which the Captain of the Guard and the Royal Vizier stood on either side of the King. 

The King glanced at her and, for a brief moment, they made eye contact. Without thinking, she stopped struggling and fell to her hands and knees. "Your Majesty, please!" she begged him, hating herself for doing it but willing to swallow her pride if it roused his sympathy. "Use another slave! I won't give you any more trouble, I swear!"

But the King simply turned away, ignoring her as though she did not exist, and the guards grabbed her upper arms and yanked her to her feet again. Not taking any more chances, they decided to carry her the rest of the way and, stunned by the King's callous indifference, Samantha didn't realize what was happening until she felt the cool, hard stone of the altar against her back.

"No!" she shouted, sitting up and pushing violently away from the guards. But it was no use. With an arm around her waist like a vise, one of the guards shoved her forcefully down onto her back and her head hit the stone altar with a hollow thud. 

Pain, like a burst of light, exploded in her brain and the edges of her vision darkened as the courtyard lurched around her in a lopsided circle. Her head reeling and feeling suddenly nauseous, she was unaware of her arms being stretched over her head as they locked each of her wrist manacles to the chains at the top of the altar.

The cool rush of air between her thighs as they forced her legs apart instantly revived her, however, and she managed to get one last kick in before they bent her legs over the side of the altar and locked each of her ankle manacles in place. With the sound of the double click of the locks, the rest of the guards let go of her and stepped back. Immediately, she heaved with all her might against the restraints and gasped when spikes of pain shot up her legs and down her arms. 

She was going nowhere. Her joints and bones would break before the chains and manacles that held her limbs firmly in place. Completely immobile, her hips perched on the edge of the altar, her legs spread wide open, she could no longer fight what was going to happen. So she closed her eyes and simply breathed, in and out, in and out, her breathing growing deeper, slower with each passing moment. With each passing moment, wondering when The Challenge would begin. With each passing moment, feeling her anxiety build upon itself.

Slowly becoming aware of the dozens of conversations going on all around her, she tried to hear what was being said, but there were too many male voices talking at once for anything to make sense.

"... Cambion will..."

"... easily by midnight..."

"... hasn't been, but the game..."

"... Security Force will issue..."

"... I do not..."

"... confident that..."

And then the dull roar of the men's conversations suddenly hushed, and she knew that Cam had finally walked into the courtyard. 

She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, fighting the urge to lift her head and look at him, to plead with him not to go through with the barbaric ritual, but also to see his face, his eyes, to know what he was thinking and what he intended to do. 

What was he going to do? She had adamantly avoided that question, not wanting to dwell on the reality of what was going to happen, but now it pounded insistently through her brain, demanding an answer. Would he touch her at all before he began fucking her? Would he be gentle? Forceful? Impersonal? Would he finish quickly, or would it take him a while? Was he even aroused? Would it hurt? 

It had been so long for her. But he didn't know that. He didn't know that there had only ever been one man in her life. He didn't understand how wrong, how demeaning to Fletcher's memory, it was that he of all men should be the next one to... to... 

A scream of rage and frustration reverberated silently through Samantha's head. She couldn't even think it! It was going to happen to her, very soon, and she couldn't even say the words to herself! 

She felt tears sting her eyes and she willed herself back into control. She concentrated on her breathing again. She concentrated on relaxing her body, feeling her back sink into the impervious stone of the altar, feeling her wrists and ankles melt into the unyielding metal of the manacles. She concentrated on projecting her mind above her body, above the courtyard, above the crowd of men and the dense jungle and the planet itself. She was flying through the stars. Flying toward her favorite place. The lights and shapes of the Firestorm Nebula moving in a dance of color, like flame, like life. She concentrated, concentrated...

The electric shock of contact, bare skin against bare skin, Cam's hand, warm and gentle, touching her thigh, sent her crashing back to reality. Unable to stop herself, she cried out and jerked instinctively away, although she knew there was nowhere to go and the hard movement sent spikes of pain up her shins again. 

Her eyes flew open, suddenly needing to look at him, to see what was happening, needing to know, to be prepared. Startled as always by how extraordinarily handsome he was, her gaze locked with his and the crowd of men surrounding the courtyard faded into the periphery of her consciousness, almost as if her mind really had been catapulted to another world, one where only she and Cam existed.

He stood between her legs and stared at her with tormented eyes, emotions flitting openly across his features so quickly that she could barely read them. Embarrassment, anger, guilt, compassion. Was he going to change his mind? But then she saw the steely glint of determination in his eyes, and the desire. 

Her heart hammering in her chest, she lowered her gaze and realized he was as naked as she was. In a flash, she registered the image of the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen, the dusting of hair on his lower arms, the smooth skin of his stomach, the engorged shaft and bulbous head of his penis, standing up along his belly. Unbidden and unwanted, the languid pulse of arousal began to flow thickly through her veins once again.

Her gaze shot back up to his. She was suddenly and genuinely afraid now. Not of what he was going to do. Not of the pain. Not of the humiliation. She was afraid of her response. His sheer beauty alone had the power to make her weak. She had already proven that she had no self control where he was concerned. Her face burned as she remembered her response to his touch earlier that afternoon. And, in a moment of stunning truthfulness with herself, she finally admitted that she wanted him. She wanted him desperately! She wanted this—this whole repulsive, demeaning ritual—to force her to experience the kind of pleasure that she could never consciously allow herself to experience, with him, the man who had ruined Fletcher.

A wave of shame crashed over her, more powerful than anything the crowd of men, avidly watching, could ever inflict upon her. Even so, the shame was intermingled with a flutter of terrible excitement. She shook her head stubbornly, trying with all her might to refuse the desire.

Taking the final step closer to her, Cam slid his palm further up her leg and placed his other hand on the curve of her waist. As his hips touched her inner thighs, the hard length of his erection nestled against her sex and she shuddered with the pleasure of it, overcome, feeling weak-willed and helpless, feeling alive, her every sense painfully heightened.

She was on fire with shame and arousal. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to cry out that she couldn't survive this, that if he went any further, she would be destroyed. She wanted to weep for the loss of her self-respect, and for the anguish in his gaze as he continued to stare at her.

"Samantha," he said her name softly, his voice breaking with emotion. "Close your eyes."

She quickly obeyed, not wanting him to see her shameful desire, and the tears that filled her eyes overflowed her lashes and slid down her temples. 

She tried very hard to put her mind elsewhere. She focused on the red haze behind her eye lids. She could see the imprint of Cam's silhouette in her mind's eye. She focused on the musky stench of the oil covering her body, the sweet green fragrance of the overhanging vegetation, the wet earthiness of the jungle floor. She could smell the burnt sugar scent of Cam's sun warmed skin. She focused on the sounds of the men around her, the scuffing noises and the whisper of clothing as they moved, the intermittent laughter, the low rumble of conversation. She could hear Cam breathing, shallow and fast. 

His hand on her thigh lifted. What was he going to do? Should she open her eyes again? She could feel herself begin to tremble and she tried to stop, willing herself to hold perfectly still, waiting, holding her breath, waiting, pulling unconsciously against the restraints, waiting...

When he touched the side of her neck, she gasped, the shock of the unexpected contact exploding in her chest. She could feel the pounding of her pulse under his fingertips and her head reeled dizzily as his feather-light caress moved across her collarbone, over her breast—she flinched reflexively as his palm grazed her achingly sensitized nipple—and down her stomach. The gentle swipe of his thumb between the lips of her sex reminded her of his earlier touch, and the reason for it. Yes, the slick moisture was proof that her body was ready for him. But her mind was not!

No! Please! Don't do this!

"Shhh..." he placated softly, horrifying her. Had she spoken out loud?! Then he was murmuring to her in foreign words she did not understand, although his voice was low and soothing and she knew he was trying to comfort her. 

Comfort her?! She nearly laughed hysterically. Every particle of her being was on the verge of igniting and he thought she needed to be comforted?! What she needed was for him to let go of her, to step back, away, far away, and leave her alone, forever. Instead, she felt the movement of his hand between her legs and, suddenly, the broad head of his penis was pressing against her body's entrance.

Both of his hands gripped her hips, his fingers curling into her flesh, as he pushed slowly, gently into her. There was no pain, only a stretching, sliding, filling sensation as her body remembered what it was like to have a man inside of her. She tried, but couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as a wave of intense pleasure radiated out from her core and sent shivers coursing across her skin. Tears stung her eyes again behind her tightly closed lids and, at the same time, she felt rather than heard the groan that reverberated through his body as he continued his slow entry until he could go no further.

Then, sheathed tightly within her, his hips pressed against hers, he stopped. Samantha held her breath. She could feel the throbbing of his pulse inside of her, as well as the throb of her own heartbeat as her body clenched instinctively around his. A strange and bittersweet longing enveloped her senses and the desire to reach out and touch him was overwhelming. Yet, even as she strained against the manacles locked tightly around her wrists, she fought the urge to open her eyes and look into his, to make the connection of their bodies real. 

This is not real!, she wanted to scream at him, at herself.

But it felt real, dangerously real, as his palm glided slowly across her belly, his touch warm and caressing. The heel of his hand came to rest over her mound and he pressed down as he flexed his hips and withdrew from her body—slowly, but not as slowly as his entry—then pushed back into her, thrusting gently, withdrawing, thrusting again, and again, settling into a slow and steady rhythm. 

The pressure built within her with each exquisitely chafing stroke. Beginning to lose her mind in a fog of pleasure, she pulled against the ankle restraints and rocked her hips up to meet his. Then, catching herself, she tried to force herself not to move, she tried to deny her body's response, she tried to tell herself there was a reason she shouldn't give in to the lust. But it was too late.

Mindless to the consequences, she finally allowed herself to absorb the sensations that began spiraling through her. She shivered, every nerve ending tingling with readiness. Her breathing came shallow and fast. Her body quivered and strained against the bonds, lifting, arching in needy longing. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered huskily, sliding his thumb down to lightly stroke her clitoris.

The shattering climax crashed through her. She flung her head back, biting her lip hard to keep from crying out, her flesh pulsating with release. Caught up in sensation as the fiery bursts racked her body, she was barely aware of his final powerful thrusts. Until she heard the low growl of pleasure that he couldn't contain as his own orgasm slammed into him, and felt him pulse hotly inside her, his body shuddering between her thighs. And then, for a long moment, nothing existed but her body and the electric currents that danced along her nerve endings as her inner contractions slowly began to ebb. 

Soon enough, however, reality came seeping back into her brain. The hardness of the stone altar, the spaciousness of the courtyard, the low voices of the surrounding spectators, the purpose of it all, the ridiculous challenge... Cam. For the first time since being chained naked and spread open on a block of marble, she felt truly exposed and vulnerable. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure she had just experienced, and ashamed to the core for her response, she opened her eyes.

He hovered over her, having collapsed forward, his weight resting on his outstretched arms, his hands planted firmly on the marble on either side of her ribcage. Panting with exertion, sweat dripped down his face and chest and darkened the roots of his hair, several locks of which had fallen over his forehead, making him look much younger and more vulnerable than she knew him to be. As did the look in his eyes as he stared at her with open adoration, his expression so completely unguarded that it took her breath away.

Quickly masking his features once he realized she was looking at him, his lashes swept down to hide the emotion in his eyes as he focused on her mouth. His head lowered slightly and he licked his lips and, terrified that he might actually kiss her, Samantha fought to keep herself from tilting her chin up in acquiescence. Instead, a heavy emotional weight settling over her chest, she closed her eyes again and turned her face away from his, whispering shakily, "Please unchain me."

For a long moment, Cam did not move. She could feel the moist heat of his breath against her skin, a drop of his sweat plop down onto her breast, his residual erection slowly shrinking inside of her. She began to tremble uncontrollably. And then, finally, the muscles of his abdomen flexed against hers as he leveraged himself back up. 

She felt a cool rush of air between her legs as he pulled out of her body, followed by a hot melting sensation as some of his semen began to seep slowly out of her as well. She wanted to scream and cry at the same time, torn by her conflicting desires to hold him tightly against her and to run as far away from him as she could. Even so, she felt the loss of physical contact and couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her, hating herself all the more as she heard the pitiful sound. 

She needn't have worried that he would walk away from her so quickly. Smoothing his palms up and over the tops of her thighs, he slid his hands in between her body and the marble top of the altar, cushioning her hip bones from the hard stone beneath her. She didn't realize until then how painfully uncomfortable her position had become.

"Unchain her," she heard Cam say in a low, hoarse voice.

There was another long pause as Samantha waited for the response, holding her breath and resisting the urge to open her eyes again. She heard several measured footsteps walking toward them across the courtyard, and noticed that the crowd of men around the perimeter were strangely quiet.

Then she heard the Vizier's voice, less than a meter away to her right. Deeply mortified, she realized that he must be looking for proof of insemination to verify that the challenge had truly been completed. "It is customary," he was saying politely, "to keep the female chained on the altar for at least an hour, to ensure conception."

No! 

She tensed and felt a shudder go through Cam. "Unchain her now," he growled threateningly.

"As you wish," the King's voice replied evenly from just behind her head.

Almost immediately, two guards approached and began working at her wrist manacles, releasing them from their chains. As soon as her arms were free, she sat up and wrapped her arms tightly around Cam's chest, trying to hide her nudity from the spectators. 

Heat radiated from his body and her skin slid wetly across his sweaty torso, but she didn't care, she needed his solidity, his strength. Her shoulders ached from the strain of having had her arms stretched over her head for so long, yet she didn't feel the pain as she breathed deeply of Cam's scent—warm skin and male sweat and something else, something indescribably attractive. 

His arms came up around her, strong and protective, and inexplicably she felt herself relaxing as he tenderly stroked the hair down her back. Emotionally shattered, she pushed aside all of the obligations of her past, and all of her fears of the future, and allowed herself to take the support he was offering. As gentle as he had been, he had still raped her, and that was one more thing she would loathe him for later. But right now, in this moment, it was simply beyond her ability to hate him.

As the guards unlocked her ankle manacles from their chains, Samantha tilted her hips and slid off the edge of the altar and, tightening his embrace, Cam eased her down his chest until her feet touched the stone floor between his. The entire length of her body pressed along his, Samantha kept her arms wrapped firmly around his waist and rested her forehead against his chest. She focused on the steady beating of his heart and breathed deeply as she concentrated on calming her nerves.

Until the King commented casually, "Not very impressive, I must say." Samantha gasped softly at the public insult, embarrassed for Cam despite her otherwise conflicted emotions. "That was of significantly shorter duration than we are accustomed to." He paused and she could hear the amusement in his voice. "And considerably less vigorous."

As several men in the crowd laughed outright, Samantha shook with furious loathing for the King and his entire despicable, barbaric culture, scowling when Cam's arms tightened around her and he whispered in her ear, "It's all right."

"However, you were able to perform," the King continued drolly, "and you even satisfied the female. She will breed you a son, no doubt. Congratulations." 

Her face burned with shame. Had her orgasm been that obvious? 




The Challenge



"Captain Cambion has successfully completed the Larkutu," the King announced to the crowd, eliciting applause and then sudden animated conversation from the spectators. And, as the King finally turned and strode away from the altar, the men all around the perimeter separated into small groups and began to meander slowly toward the two open archway entrances at either end of the courtyard. 

The Challenge was over. For now. 



The Challenge



A story by a new author caught his eye. The story detailed how a wife cheated on her husband who was away for a long time. It was fairly erotic but felt rushed, as if the details were too taboo to write about. It wasn't the story that caught his eye so much as the profile picture. A simple click on the author's profile offered him a glimpse of her sexy body, modestly covering her breasts. It was her eyes that really struck Jake, though. She had on no make-up and her light brown eyes dazzled the screen with a sensual glow that was more erotic than her story. Taking a chance he emailed her to tell her he liked her story but was more impressed by her picture. She had on a wedding ring but a compliment does not mean anything. Jake knew you had to start somewhere and though it was probably a long shot, a compliment could get him some action. 

Bing. New mail. It was from her. Ashley had replied back to thank him for his interest in her story and picture and asked what else he would like to see. Maybe she was just flirting, maybe she was serious. He replied that a woman's pussy was the most beautiful thing especially since he loved pleasing a woman orally. If a nice looking pussy was accompanied by a nice pair of nipples, it was like heaven. Though he was already at work, he hoped the day would become interesting.

Waiting all day for a response, work seemed to slow down time and working overtime did not help. No time to check emails at work. He could not wait to check his computer when he got back home but nothing. After a quick dinner, Jake fell asleep watching TV. He woke up in the middle of the night to pee and decided to check his email. There was a new message and it was amazing. The pictures were of the smoothest labia he had ever seen, slightly spread to show the clitoral hood but not the inner folds. The next pictures were of the most perfect nipples, raised and round, sweet and red against the milky white skin of her breasts. Jake was glad he had peed first because he became instantly hard. The message that accompanied the pictures was very simple "Now you have seen mine, you need to show me yours."

So there he was at 3 am with a really good hard on. He hadn't played "show me yours, I'll show you mine" in a very long time. A few clicks of his digital camera and his cock was throbbing. He had started stroking himself during the photo session and got some great pictures of pre-cum oozing from the head of his throbbing cock. Jake decided to wait until later that to send them, just to make her wait a bit. He fell asleep in front of the computer staring at her gorgeous pussy, imagining his tongue running all over it, imagining what she would taste like. He woke up several hours later, still hard and throbbing. After sending her some pictures, he continued the photo session and started using slow, deliberate strokes relieved the pressure that had built up in his balls throughout the night. Spewing his milky white cum over his hand, finally satisfied with the photos, he realized he had lost track of time.

Jake was almost late for work but managed to squeeze in a quick shower and bite to eat. After what seemed like an eternity, lunch time finally came and there was a message from Ashley. "Enjoyed your pics and hope to see more as well as more of you. The challenge is to take pics of you or any part of you in places that define who you are....at work, favorite club, etc. Here is me at work" It was a very simple picture, she was sitting in a chair with her skirt pulled up, no panties, and her finger tip on the tip of her clit. "thinking of you" was the caption. He could only see a little of the background of her office but it appeared that someone in an ill fitting suit was right behind her, his back towards her. If he only knew. "I accept your challenge but do not have my camera with me now. I will not disappoint.."

And so it began, picture for picture, an exchange of erotic shots. It was not always easy for him to get a naked cock shot to send to her but she managed to forward Jake more and more pictures of her nipples and pussy. After several weeks of exchanging images, a picture caught his attention. It looked like a statue in a park near his apartment. Some Civil War hero pointing to something. In this pic, he was pointing right at her pussy. She had somehow managed to climb on the statue and get a photo with a marble finger in her slit. There was only one course of action for him to take. 

The next night, he found the statue in the park. Just before dusk, the park is fairly deserted. Jake climbed on the statue and placed his cock inches from where her pussy was just a day or so ago. He sent her the photo saying, "I am not stalking you but I know we live in the same city. Would love to meet you, just for coffee. The next step is yours to take." Jake was excited with anticipation and nervously awaited her response.

"I also would like to meet you but am afraid that I would not be able to control myself. Your cock is magnificent compared to my husbands. I don't want to cheat on him."

"I did not ask you to a hotel or anything. Just a public place, a little coffee. I have seen your pussy all over my city and would just love to match your smile and eyes to the images I have seen."

"I do love my husband and I would never want to hurt him. If it is just coffee, I will meet you. But nothing more than just a little coffee."

"I promise you, I will be the perfect gentleman. I will not take advantage of you. My cock will stay in my pants. I just want to hear your voice."

The arrangements were made for Friday, 3 days from now. Her husband would be gone on a business trip and so she would not have to sneak away while he was home. No pictures were exchanged in those 3 days and as much as he wanted to whack off to all her previous pictures, he didn't. If the night ended up the way Jake had hoped, he would fill her completely with cum. Friday couldn't come soon enough and neither could Jake.

At last, Friday arrived and he had a reserved a table at an outdoor café. Jake arrived a little early to make sure he not only got a good table but also to watch her arrive. She was on time and unbelievably sexy. 2 inch black heels, black pencil skirt which hugged her thighs and hips like a second skin, a tailor made white blouse with no sleeves, unbuttoned to show just a glimmer of cleavage without appearing sluttish. Her auburn hair was in loose waves just past her shoulders. As she sat down, her nervous look melted into a warm smile and with her perfume, Jake was aroused and erect. 

They drank coffee for hours, talking about themselves, their jobs, their backgrounds. It was as if they were old friends catching up on things. She sadly told him she had to get going home but really enjoyed meeting him and hoped they could do so again. Jake paid the bill as she went to use the restrooms but they were out of order. (A benefit of arriving early and tipping the busboy) She said she really had to go badly and didn't think she would make it across town in a cab. He told her my apartment was just across the street and she could use his washroom and then he could call her a cab. Initially hesitant, her bladder won the debate and they headed up to his apartment. 

He ushered her inside his 5th floor apartment and showed her the way to the restroom. While she was in there, Jake opened a bottle of wine and stepped out onto his balcony with 2 glasses. He had to play this just right or he would miss the opportunity to eat her pussy and to fuck her madly. Initially she was resistant to the wine but he said it would be nice to watch the sunset and relax for a few minutes. He told her he really enjoyed her company and just wanted a few more minutes. Despite her protests of just meeting for coffee , she finally accepted the offer of the wine and the view from his balcony. The city was a flurry of activity, the sun slowly setting behind the ominous buildings illuminated with a rainbow of lights. They slowly sipped the wine in silent appreciation.

"It's breathtaking," she whispered.

"It is indeed," he replied but not referring to the city but to her beauty.

She shivered a bit. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, "Here, let me warm you up." They were still for a few more moments when he ever so lightly kissed the side of her neck. The mixture of her perfume and hair and the city at dusk was too much for Jake to control myself any longer. She responded with a slight moan and so he kissed her neck again, this time a little longer. Another moan. He brought one of his hands to her breast and to his delight he could feel her unrestrained nipple straining against the fabric of her blouse. The lacey material of her shirt did little to hide her naked nipple. Jake became more aroused knowing that she was not wearing a bra. He gently massaged her breast and nipple eliciting more moans of pleasure and desire.

"Wait...please. I am married. I want to try to be faithful, " she moaned

By now he was sporting a huge hard on. Jake stopped kissing her neck and lowered his hands so they were just around her waist again. His mouth was next to her ear. As he push his bulging cock into her ass he began to whisper into her ear, "I will only do what you ask me to do. I want to lick that fabulous pussy. I want to make you cum again and again with my mouth. I want my tongue to feel your sweet essence as you cum. I want to lick your nipples and suck on them. I want to squeeze and pinch your nipples as my tongue licks your clit." All the while, Jake kept my hands around her waist squeezing her a little tighter so he could nuzzle his throbbing shaft against her ass. "I told you I would not take my cock out of my pants but I can still give your more pleasure than you ever dreamed could happen." She moaned again and began to gyrate her ass against his cock. Jake slowly worked his hands up her blouse to the top button and began to slowly open her blouse. He gently began to massage her breast being careful to not touch the nipple just yet. She turned her face towards him and they began to kiss. Their tongues swirled into each others mouth, and he began to rub her breasts a little harder and rolled her nipples between his fingers. They were swollen and throbbing and as Jake pinched them, she groaned into his mouth and pushed her ass harder into his crotch. 

He continued to massage her breasts and nipples with one hand and slowly moved the other to the small of her back. He found the zipper to her skirt and lowered it gently. In one movement, Jake grabbed the sides of her skirt with both hands and at first wiggled it past her hips then knelt down behind her as he lowered her skirt to the floor. He eased her feet over the skirt and spread her legs, her magnificent ass was just above eye level and he could see her pussy lips bulging defiantly against the small whisp of her black thong. Starting with her calves, Jake ran his hands up one of her legs and down the other. With each pass, he spread her legs a little further until she had to lean forward a little and grasp the railing of the balcony. This forced her pussy to be right at eye level. Gently, Jake reached up between her legs to her stomach and caressed her smooth skin as he approached her thong. He lightly allowed his fingers to just barely skim over the fabric which was now damp. Grabbing her hips with his hands, he moved his face towards her body and began to lick her labia through her throng. She grasped the rail harder and had to bend her knees slightly as she yelled "Oh gooodddddddd!!! Please....don't... stop!"

But he did. Jake moved his face away from her and stood up. The bulge in his pants was throbbing against and he nestled it into her ass. He leaned over her back and began to rub and roll and pinch her nipples. As he did this, he pulled her back into a standing position and slid his hand towards her wet slit. Through the fabric, Jake began to massage her clit. She reached down and pushed his hand harder onto her clit and moaned "OOOHHH...I'm cuming ....ooohhhh.....ahhhh!" She leaned into him as it seemed her legs could not hold her weight anymore and she shuddered for several seconds as his fingers were treated to a flow of her sweet nectar. Jake whispered in her ear that they should move into the bedroom and she could only just nod in agreement.

He laid her down on the bed with her legs dangling off the side. Jake began to kiss her calves and slowly move his way towards her pussy. The aroma of her musky fluids was overwhelming and his cock throbbed even harder against the fabric of his pants. He began to lick her labia through her thong and inserted his tongue into her slit as far as the lace would allow. She groaned, "Fuck me right now... I need your cock in me..." Jake grabbed her thong and pulled it off her soaking pussy. Her outer lips were puffed out, her inner lips were spread revealing her moist, throbbing hole. He delved into her folds as deep as his tongue could go and was treated with another orgasm, a torrent of her sweet juices now coating his chin and face. Jake continued to lick her lips and her vault and occasionally would lick around her clit. She got closer and closer to firing off again but each time he would pull pack a little. After several times of doing this he sucked her clit into his mouth and began flicking it furiously with his tongue. She wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed him tighter into her pussy. Her backed was arched, she had her arms stretched to the side clutching the bed sheets. Her moans became louder and louder until she could make no sounds anymore and he felt her legs loosen. Jake stepped back a little and watched her shudder a few more times. Her chest and face were flushed, she was glistening from sweat and her breathing was little more than panting.

As she recovered, she whispered, "I want you to fuck me now. I want you to stick your cock in me and fuck me hard."

"I can't. I promised you I wouldn't take my cock out of my pants. I wouldn't want to break my promise."

She sat bolt upright and dove for his crotch. Her hands trembling from rushing and from her post orgasm bliss, she fumbled with his belt but eventually undid his belt and zipper and pulled his pants to his ankles. Jake's cock strained against his boxers which were very damp from precum. She pulled off the boxers, freeing the throbbing shaft which bobbed up and down slightly right in front of her face.

"I need to feel your cock in me," she purred as she started stroking my shaft.

"For the record, I didn't take my cock out, you did," he replied as she started to lick his shaft and take his head into her mouth. As good as it felt, Jake pulled her head back and stood her up. He did not want to lose control of her. 

"Listen, if you really want this, you must do everything I tell you. There is no way to say no. I will give you orgasms like you have never had before but you must let me do everything I want to do to you."

As she stroked his cock, she nodded her head. "Anything you want is yours, I just want your cock inside me." Jake knew he had her.

"Lay down on your back on the bed with your head hanging off slightly," he commanded her and she replied. "Now open your mouth and suck me like you've can't get enough."

She open her mouth and began to suck the head of his cock. Between the precum and her saliva, it wasn't long before his entire shaft was glistening. She would just take in the head and suck it and swirl her tongue around the tip while stroking him with her hand. Then she would take the whole shaft in, sometimes gagging a little and having small tears form in her eyes. But she would continue to take him in further and further until his balls were slapping her across her face. As she continued to work his cock, Jake reached down and started to pinch her nipples which increased her sucking motion. He started to thrust into her mouth and ram his shaft completely into her mouth. The whole while, she kept sucking and licking He reached down to her still soaking pussy and started to finger her. She started to moan and groan and he knew she was close to orgasm again. She reached around his waist and grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him even closer to her. As Jake felt her velvety folds start to contract and her hips started to writhe beneath his fingers, he thrust in and out of her mouth. His balls started to tighten up and he erupted in her mouth. Wave after wave of cum jetted from his cock. Initially she gagged a little but kept sucking and swallowing every drop he gave her. She was coming down from her orgasm and lay there still quivering a little but smiling in complete satisfaction.

Jake moved around to the other side of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her towards him so her pussy was at the edge of the bed. He still needed a little recovery time. Jake pulled a vibrator (a souvenir left over from a previous girlfriend) from his night stand and started teasing her pussy with it. Barely touching the opening of her swollen cunt, then running it up and down her labia, then teasing circles around her clit. She was going crazy and kept begging for him to stick it in her. He obliged and put it in her pussy nudging the g-spot. She started becoming very wet again and his shaft started to spring back to life. Jake buzzed her clit for a few minutes then plunged the vibrator back into her pussy. It was dripping wet. As he rubbed the head of his cock against the opening of her pussy, she started to thrust a little towards him. He only just had the tip of his head in her when he took the vibrator and rubbed it against her asshole. "No, not there, even my husband has not fucked my ass," she protested. 

"Remember, you must do everything I tell you... It was your choice." Jake pulled back a little leaving her both holes throbbing, waiting. After a few seconds, he rolled his thumb in circles over and around her clit. "Yes, yes, yes... do whatever you want."

Jake stuck the head of his cock back into her pussy and the vibrator at the rim of her ass. He continued to rub her clit and she tried to thrust her pussy at him, but he kept backing off a little. Finally, he put his rock hard cock all the into her vault with one long hard thrust. She came instantly, her hips were writhing, she was biting her lip and moaning "Oh god, Oh god, it feels so good!" As she started to come down a little, he thrust the vibrator in her ass as far as it would go. He could feel its movement through the thin wall of her stretched out cunt. She came even harder this time, her hips were lifted off the bed, her legs wrapped so tightly around his body he could barely breathe. "OOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCCKK! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWDDDDDDDDD!" Jake just stood there balls deep in her pussy as she squeezed his cock with all her might. He pulled the vibrator out, letting her come down a little. She relaxed her legs a bit and then he started thrusting into her.

The first few thrusts were hard and deep as she rode out the rest of her orgasm. As she relaxed a little, he started to thrust only an inch or to for a few thrusts and then drive all the way into her a few times. Jake kept changing the rhythm and pacing and her pussy just kept squeezing his cock. He grabbed her inner thighs with his palms and pushed them as wide as they could go while starting to massage her clit with his finger tips. It was time to fuck her good. Jake increased his speed and hardness of his thrusts. He was pumping her as deep as his cock could go. Thrust, groan, thrust, moan, thrust "Oh, Oh, Oh." His balls were slapping her ass. Slap, thrust, slap, thrust, groan. She started to contract again amid a torrent of her own juices. He just grabbed her by her hips and jack-hammered into her as fast as he could. With one final deep thrust, he unleashed jet after jet of hot cum into her pussy and she responded by wrapping her legs around him again and just moaning until he had shot his entire load.




The Challenge



The weather had been perfect all week.  The forecast for the weekend was for more of the same.  It was going to be ideal for a little get together.  Mikey was getting the barbecue set up and Dede was setting up the wine and beer.  Mikey kept looking over at Dede.  In her little blue sundress, she was a goddess.  Her auburn hair was pulled back away from her face, tucked behind her ears.  The dress was snug but not overly tight.  Mikey appreciated how it clung to all her curves, from her chest down to her nice, round ass.  He loved that ass.  As he watched her, he felt the stirrings in his pants.  His cock always responded to her, no matter where they were or what they were doing.

Dede could feel his eyes on her.  It wasn’t difficult to know that Mikey was getting turned on.  He was always horny, which did wonderful things for Dede’s ego.  Teasing him, she leaned over, letting her dress pull against her ass, rising up the back of her thighs.  Straightening, she turned and looked at him.  She smiled as she noticed his cock was filling out the front of his pants.

“Having a little problem over there?” she called out, seductive and ready to play.

“Not with the barbecue, I’m not,” reaching down, he rubbed his hand over his groin, “but I’m having one hell of a problem in here.”

Mikey appreciated how she walked towards him.  Her breasts were free under her dress and as she walked, the natural swing was erotic and arousing.  Stopping to stand just in front of him, Dede ran her finger across his lower lip and then slipped her other hand down between them.  The palm of her hand covered his groin and pushed gently against him.

“Here?” Her voice was dripping with sex.

Mikey nodded as Dede’s hand expertly lowered his zipper and slipped inside.  His 8” cock felt like it was hard as steel and could fuck concrete.  Her hand wrapped around him and pulled him free of his pants.  Mikey let a small grunt escape his mouth as her fingers tightened around his cock and pulled.  Smiling, Dede knelt down in front of him.   Running her tongue around the tip of his cock, she tortured him with light circles.  His cock shivered and her lips squeezed the tip, her tongue pushing against his hole.  He moaned.

Dede loved to suck his cock.  Her mouth closed around his head and pushed down slowly, enveloping his shaft in her mouth, the tip touching the back of her throat.  She sucked hard and slow, her fingers alternating between stroking his cock and cupping his balls.  Mikey loves to have his balls sucked.  Holding his cock in her hand and squeezing up and down firmly, she lowered her mouth to his sac and sucked a ball into her mouth.  Mikey groaned and pushed against her.  His hands were pulling on her hair, holding onto her.  Up and down her mouth went, moving from cock to balls and back again.  Mikey’s cock was getting harder and harder, his grunts getting louder and louder.  

Dede slid her mouth over his cock again, pulling him deep in her mouth and sucked hard and fast.  Mikey groaned and pushed against her again.  His cock erupted in her mouth, filling her throat with his warm cream.  Dede kept sucking, drinking every last drop.  Mikey moaned as she slowly withdrew his cock from her lips.  Standing, Dede wiped her mouth and smiled.

Mikey reached for her just as the doorbell rang.  She smiled and as she walked by whispered maybe he’d get to fuck her tits later.  His eyes glazed over and his cock shivered again.  He loved to tit fuck.  As Dede went inside to greet their guests, Mikey cleaned his cock and shoved it back in his pants.  Later, definitely later.

Ken and Sharon were old friends.  The foursome tried to get together every once in a while just to catch up and relax.  Mikey had always appreciated Sharon.  She was a pretty woman, soft features, beautiful blonde hair.  But what turned Mikey’s head was her chest.  He loved Dede’s beautiful round tits and they were perfect for him, but Sharon had massive tits.  He guessed her to be a DD and that thought alone could send him into fantasies.  Ken was always telling Mikey how good Sharon’s tits were, how they fucked him just right.  Mikey would never tell Ken that he’d fantasized about sliding his hard cock up and down through Sharon’s mountains.  Nope, that was his private fantasy.

Ken helped Mikey get the barbecue going while Sharon helped Dede in the kitchen with everything else.  Dinner was quick and good, everyone full.  As the dishes were cleared away, Dede suggested a swim.  The pool was warm and inviting so there wasn’t much resistance.  As Dede and Sharon changed into their suits, Ken and Mikey sat by the pool sipping on a beer.  As the two women emerged from the house, both men felt stirrings in their pants.  The women were beautiful.  Dede’s suit hugged her hips, the black material glued to her shapely ass.  The bikini top barely covering anything.  For Sharon, while her ass wasn’t as round as Dede’s, her ass was just as pretty to look at.  Her blue bikini top struggled to keep all of her in.

Both women settled into the pool gently and the splashing started.  As they swam, both men watched and appreciated their women.  As the playing got more aggressive, Sharon’s suit gave up on the effort.  With a squeak, Sharon realized her top was floating away from her.  Her large breasts bounced free in the water.  Ken and Mikey both sat up and took notice.  Dede saw where their attention was and rather than embarrass anyone, she said it looked like a good idea and pulled her own top off.  

Ken and Mikey couldn’t believe what was happening.  Both women floated in the pool, their naked breasts free in the splashing water.  Both men had hard on’s that wouldn’t go away easy.  Sharon noticed the bulges in their pants first and smiled.  She loved to be wicked.  Dede was usually kind of shy but she’d already thrown her inhibitions to the wind.  Swimming up to Dede, Sharon whispered something in her ear.  Dede’s cheeks flushed and then she slowly nodded.

Sharon looked up at the men and then moved behind Dede.  Dede trembled in the water, not because she was cold, but because she was excited.  Slowly, Sharon brought her arms around Dede and her fingers lightly skimmed over Dede’s nipples.  Dede shook and leaned back against Sharon.  Sharon’s fingers stroked Dede’s nipples, pulling on them, making them harder and harder.  Both Ken and Mikey were mesmerized.  Mikey watched as his wife closed her eyes and her mouth formed a small “o” as Sharon’s fingers stroked and caressed her breasts.  He thought his cock would explode.  Neither man had expected this but neither one was going to stop it.

Sharon moved, turning her and Dede to each other in profile for the men.  Lifting Dede’s breasts up out of the water, she leaned over and flicked her tongue across one nipple and then the other.  Dede moaned.  Her hands finally reached out and tentatively touched Sharon’s breasts under the water.  Sharon’s nipples were hard and sensitive.  Sharon moaned and Dede squeezed her nipples lightly.  

Both women massaged and caressed each other’s breasts, looking up at the men occasionally to gauge their reaction.  Sharon whispered something else in Dede’s ear and soon they were exiting the pool.  Taking a towel, Dede slowly dried Sharon and the Sharon did the same for Dede.  Both women walked up to their husbands and stood in front of them.  Sharon looked down first at Ken’s bulging groin and then over to Mikey’s.  

“Looks like they have a few mountains of their own, doesn’t it?  Maybe we should help them out.  What do you think?”

Dede smiled and ran her hand over Mikey’s groin again, remembering earlier in the evening when she’d sucked him.

“Well, I did promise Mikey a tit fuck earlier.  Maybe now would be good.”

Sharon smiled, “I bet I’m better at it then you are?”

“A challenge?  What’s the prize?”

Sharon licked her lips and thought for a minute.  “Whoever wins gets to be pleasured by everyone.”

“Deal.”

Both women looked at their husbands, who were staring at them by now, neither one willing to speak.  Or more to the point, neither one able to speak.  Sharon and Dede each kissed their husbands, their tongues snaking out to lick and entice.  Sharon reached down and fondled Ken’s balls, stroking him gently through his pants.  Dede unzipped Mikey’s pants and slipped her hand inside, grabbing hold of him.  Kneeling down, Sharon slowly unzipped Ken’s pants and pushed them down to his ankles.  Ken’s cock was hard and throbbing already.  Dede pushed Mikey’s pants down and took the tip of his cock in her mouth.  Mikey moaned and closed his eyes, not believing what was happening.

As Dede’s mouth closed over Mikey’s cock and sucked him, getting him nice and wet, Sharon was covering Ken’s cock with her lips, pulling him into her mouth.  Both men watched, stunned, as their wives bobbed their heads up and down on their rods.  Finally, Sharon looked at Dede and asked if she was ready.  

Dede pushed her breasts together, rubbing them against Mikey’s swollen cock.  Pillowing his cock between her soft mounds, Dede pushed up and down around him.  Mikey moaned.  The feel of those luscious breasts around his cock was almost too much.  As his cock appeared up through the tip of Dede’s tits, Dede leaned over and flicked her tongue across the head.  Mikey moaned.

Not wanting to be left out, Sharon wrapped her massive breasts around Ken’s rigid tool and stroked him up and down.  Ken moaned, loving the view he had of his cock pushing up through his wife’s tits.  Sharon leaned over, wrapping her mouth around the tip of his cock and sucking as her breasts slid up and down his shaft.  Both men were moaning as their wives tit fucked them.  It was more then they could take.  Mikey moaned and thrust his cock up.  Dede urged him on, wrapped her breasts tighter around him and told him to cum for her.  Sharon was moaning herself, wanting Ken to cum all over her tits.  Both men moaned and then cum shot in the air.  Together, both men covered their wives tits.  

Sharon and Dede laughed and squeezed their cocks tighter, sucking and licking each drop.  As the men collapsed on the lounge chairs, Sharon crawled over to Dede and gently licked Mikey’s cum from her nipples. Dede moaned and pushed her nipple further into Sharon’s mouth.  Dede leaned back and let Sharon lick and kiss her body.  Both women were hot and horny.  Sharon pulled at Dede’s bikini bottoms, tugging them off to reveal Dede’s wet pussy.  Leaning down, Sharon kissed the top of Dede’s slit and then moved lower, licking slowly.  Dede moaned and arched up.

Ken and Mikey watched as Sharon stood, slipped off her own bottoms and then laid lengthwise on top of Dede, her pussy over Dede’s mouth.  Dede opened Sharon’s legs and pushed her tongue against her wet lips.  Sharon moaned and pushed her tongue inside Dede.  Both women licked and sucked each other, moaning and arching their bodies.  The men sat, watching and enjoying the sight before them.  Dede moaned and Mikey knew she was cumming already, loving the sound her voice makes when she does.  Sharon sucked harder on Dede’s clit and then Sharon lifted her head and moaned her own orgasm.

As both women slowed their licking, they stroked each other.  All four slowly rose and ended up in the pool to cool down.  The foursome have agreed to get together for another competition in a week.  This time, inviting friends.  Mikey can’t wait to get his cock in Sharon’s tits and Ken has promised to give Dede the pussy lick of her life.  Mmmm, friends are so much fun.



The Challenge



"What interests you in working in a call centre?"

I look up into my interviewer's dark brown eyes. You would think securing a job in all centre would be as easy as ordering a cheeseburger but this whole interview has been a disgrace because my interviewer is hot. Every time he asks me a question behind his heavy oak desk, I probably sound like an idiot because I keep getting distracted. 

"Tell me your strengths," he says and I have to tear my eyes away from how his rolled up shirt sleeves hug some pretty defined forearms.

"How do you handle conflict?" He asks and I barely hear him because his lower lip is slightly fuller than his top lip, and my head is exploding.

"What are some of your accomplishments," he questions after glancing down at my resume and I can't think of a single one because his fingers look pretty damn long. And strong. This observation makes me cross my legs to help relieve a bit of an ache that's starting to develop.

Much like the other questions, there is a pause. I pull myself together: "What interests me in working in a call centre? Well... Providing great customer service is very important to me. It makes my day knowing I can help someone else. It's a way of life," I answer with a straight face.

His lips don't twitch in amusement. He doesn't look impressed either - probably because I seem to need a ten second pause before every question as if I'm either slow, drunk, or learning English for the first time.

My parents would roll over in their graves if they knew I, their twenty-four year old baby girl, was interviewing for a call centre. Don't get me wrong, they were nice people but they had high hopes for me.

I'd always been a clever girl. "You're so smart," my parents would croon lovingly when I was a child. They fully believed their bright little girl would be a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer... My poor parents.

While I did catch onto things quickly - new tasks, instructions, theories, and formulas always came easy to me - there's a downside to being abnormally bright: you get bored. I just can't stick to one thing for very long without losing interest and moving on. I could barely get through a university course without dropping out halfway through for something new and more exciting.

Which brings me to the call centre and this very hot, potential employer. I'm sure my impressive list of career choices, (including administrative assistant, camp coordinator, retail, security, sales clerk, etc. (o name a few), is blowing his mind as much as I'd like him to blow me.

Not.

He looks bored and a bit superior. He probably has a college degree and a 401k. He's probably chock full of ambitions and at night, he probably has triumphant missionary sex with Virginia, his legal assistant girlfriend, before falling asleep and dreaming of making millions. Sure he's manager of a call centre now but one day, he'll be president.

Suddenly, I really want this job. His disdain for me and what my weak-willed resume represents for him turns me on. There's nothing I love more than a challenge, and this man (I can't even remember his name because my eyes quickly flicked over his wide chest when he introduced himself) on his high-horse is making me want this job badly.

"Listen," I say honestly, "I know my resume speaks of my tendency to jump shift often. But this is a good thing for you and your organization. I can learn anything and I can learn fast. And I'm going to bring a variety of skills to this job and make you wish you had ten more of me."

His eyes pass over my resume once more. "Alright Allie," he says with disinterest , "you're hired."

_

As much as I hated Sean - turns out that's what my boss' name is - I couldn't help but treat my shifts at the call centre like I was a groupie going to see my favourite band. I'd wear tiny skirts, thigh highs, inappropriately high heels, and tight little shirts. I'm sure the staff at the call centre, mostly little old ladies, just loved having me around.

I'd always show up ten minutes before my shift and stop in Sean's doorway before heading to my cubicle.

He would usually glance at me, exchange bored pleasantries to my insipid chatter, and then go back to his work.

"Hi Sean," I might say, twirling a lock of long brown hair around my finger, "have a nice weekend?"

"Yes, fine."

"Me too!" I'd chirp back before flouncing off with an extra bounce to my step so my little skirt might flip up and give him a tease (don't worry, I always wear panties. I am a lady after all).

Sometimes I would sink so low as to spend a few minutes in the washroom before my lunch to play with my nipples. Then I would hurry over to his office and say,

"Sean, it's freezing in here. Can we please get the heat on?"

I would then stand ramrod straight and wait for him to look up and see my erect nipples through my tight, cotton shirt. But his gaze never lingered. Instead, he'd make some noncommittal comment and look away. 

I know what you're thinking. Could I be more obvious? I might be smart but I never said I was subtle.

_

It is after my first three weeks on the job that Sean interrupts me in the middle of my shift to come into his office. By then, I had grown tired of his curt dismissals and had recently stopped greeting him on my way in and out of the building. So I am more than surprised that he called me in. I have never been fired from a job before and while the call centre is already growing stale, I hadn't planned on leaving quite yet.

Sean takes a seat behind his desk. "Do you know why I called you in here today?"

What is this, the principal's office? "No," I answer, biting my tongue before adding something embarrassing like 'sir'.

"It's about your performance," Sean informs me.

This causes me to sit up straighter and cross my legs with indignation. Sean's brown eyes glance down briefly at my slim legs and it's all I need to fuel my confidence. "I can't imagine what you're going to say," I tell him, "I'm always ten minutes early, I have a good attitude, I read the damn script to our stupid customers and I don't fall asleep at my desk like some coworkers. What could you possibly have to say?"

Sean clears my throat and pauses, probably trying to make me ashamed of my outburst. Well tough. He's been rude to me for weeks and I've never been one to back down from conflict.

"The floor supervisor has brought some concerns to me about your attire," he says in a clipped voice. "It's not office appropriate."

I do not respond well to that. I stand up, chest heaving slightly from the small bubble of rage growing within me. "Oh please. This is a call centre," I respond sarcastically. Sean's eyes rest on my chest for a good ten seconds before meeting my face. A red flush creeps up his cheeks giving me a new surge of power. "Don't tell me you don't like the way I dress," I tell him gesturing out his large office window overlooking the call centre. "I'm the only eye candy here."

Sean is quiet. "I never said I don't like the way you dress," he mutters, "but it's indecent for a place of work like this."

Something about Sean's words makes my pussy leak the slightest bit of wetness. I look at him for a silent minute before turning to his window and slowly pulling down the flimsy grey shade. To Sean's widening stare, I reach for the hem of my little shirt and slowly pull it over my head.

It's a gutsy move but I'm a twenty-four year old in my prime. I've always considered my flat stomach and perky breasts as luxuries rather than privileges. 

I toss the shirt aside. "Fine," I say quietly, my voice low, "do you have anything more appropriate for me to wear?" I cross my arms against my lacy pink push-up bra, realizing that it adds even more cleavage to my already well endowed chest. 

He's speechless and I feel like queen of the world.

I slowly make my way over to him behind his desk. Like a robot, he pushes his chair slightly back as I approach and I take advantage by slipping between him and the desk. His hands are curled tightly around the arms of his chair and the knuckles are white. It's a big boss leather chair. Figures.

I place my hands on top of his hands and lean forward so I'm right in his face; I could probably lick that full lower lip if I wanted to. 

"I think you like that I dress like a slut," I tell him. I glance down and see a bulge in his black slacks and feel my lips curl into a mischievous little smile. Lifting one hand, I pull the lacy cup of my bra down off of my left breast. "Now lick my nipple and show me how much you like it."

With this demand between us, I lean up slightly so my nipple aligns perfectly with his lips.

There's a tense pause. I admit that a part of me is looking for a way out of this situation but, on the whole, I just feel curiosity and a buzz between my legs.

Sean's hands tighten under my own on the armrest. He leans forward, his eyes never leaving my exposed nipple. Almost reluctantly, the flat of his tongue laps the hard little bud once and I shiver. His eyes find mine and he stares at me while using his tongue to flick my nipple back and forth.

"Fuck," I breathe, exposing my other breast. "Suck this one." He doesn't need to be told twice and starts sucking earnestly.

I can feel my pussy creaming under my short little skirt into my pink thong. He's sucking me with a nice amount of pressure but he isn't nipping or scratching with his teeth, which makes me realize that my prior assumptions of his white-bread sex life might have been right. This realization makes me feel heady with superiority.

For three weeks, this man has been sneering at me from afar and dismissing me as a mindless employee. He made it more than clear in my interview that I was beneath him. But here, with my tits hanging out in front of his face and my aching pussy asking for release, I am superior.

I abruptly pull away from him, my breast pulling out of his mouth with a satisfying pop. He looks disappointed but expectant. 

"Have you ever watched a woman masturbate in front of you, Sean?" I ask coquettishly. "I don't mean porn. I mean in person, like this."

"Allie," he says in a low voice.

I ignore him. "No?" I perch myself on his desk and spread my legs so he can have a nice view of my wet thong clinging to my shaved snatch. Sean swallows as I lean back onto my left hand and my right hand slithers down my tight stomach to lightly rub my clit outside my underwear. I refuse to give into my need to slip my fingers into my panties and really go to town. I want him to suffer.

"Does your girlfriend do this in front of you?" I ask.

He pauses. Now he is slow, drunk, or learning English for the first time. "No," he responds quietly, his eyes riveted on my rubbing fingers. 

A bead of sweat rolls down from his short, black hair, down the side of his face.

I gently push the flimsy fabric of my underwear aside and spread my legs a little wider to give him a better view. Looking into his eyes, I bite my lip coyly and give my clit a little slap with my hand. The skin on skin contact makes me drop my head back and moan.

"Do you like what you see?" I ask him as I start rubbing my clit in tight, little circles. With my hips periodically bucking up to meet my hand and my long, brown hair brushing my hand supporting myself on the table, I have never felt sexier. I can feel my pussy leaking, leaving a warm, moist trail that trickles under my ass cheeks. Good thing I'm not sitting on any of his paperwork.

Sean has been silent for too long.

"Answer me," I tell him sternly, stopping my masturbating threateningly.

"Yes," he blurts out.

"Then take out your cock and stroke it for me."

Without hesitation, Sean unbuckles his black leather belt and pulls his pants and red briefs halfway down his thighs. Unsurprisingly, his cock is large, hard, and straining. By the way he lets his cock rest uncertainly on the palm of his hand, I can tell he's never masturbated in front of a woman and despite myself, I want to comfort him.

"Stroke it," I say more gently, "it'll turn me on to watch you stroke it."

His hand closes around himself and starts a rhythm that I can tell is familiar to him. Maybe he and his boring girlfriend are only a once a week type of couple after all.

Sean's eyes are back on my pussy. I smile wickedly and dip a finger into my slit. It slips inside with a sweet suction noise, alerting us to how wet I am. Pulling my finger out, I hold it up, "want a taste?"

He can't seem to find his voice as his rhythmic pumps in his cock pick up pace. "More for me!" I giggle before sticking my finger in my mouth and sucking with relish.

I hear a small groan from Sean. He can pretend to be as stiff and staunch as he likes but I know, with me spread eagle on his desk and my pussy on proud display, he's enjoying my naughty show.

"Do you want to fuck my tight pussy?" I ask (as if I need to).

"Yes," Sean breathes out the world, his hand moving over himself lightening quick. I can see the pre-cum glistening on the tip and I feel my mouth water.

"Say please," I reprimand him, my eyes on his moisture.

"Please," he chokes out and I feel a little thrill. This must be killing him.

I glance toward his office door, wondering if it is locked, before beckoning him forward. "Put it in me nice and slow. I want to feel every inch of your veiny dick."

He steps forward a little hesitantly. I wonder if the words "sexual lawsuit" are at the front of his mind. Would I sue him? Would he sue me? I smile at him invitingly, letting him know I want this. Letting him know that right now, I'm his temptress.

Sean guides his dick to my entrance and pauses. Putting my upper body weight onto my two hands behind me, I lift my hips and grind his dick with my slit. My cream spills out onto him, luring him into silky, warm depths.

It's all the invitation he needs. Inch by painstaking inch, Sean fills me. I'm holding my breath as the large head of his dick struggles a bit to stretch my pussy open, but as soon as the mushroom cap is inside, he fills me easily. Once he's balls deep, we both moan. I can feel him pulsing within me - or maybe that's me. 

Seeing Sean in front of me, buried to the hilt with sweat glistening on his forehead and looking slightly ridiculous with his pants halfway down his legs and his button down shirt still on, I feel victorious. I knew he couldn't resist me wiggling my ass into work every day with a cheerful smile. I might not be upper crust like him and his dull girlfriend, but my pussy owns him even if just for this moment.

I place my hands on Sean's chest; he stands frozen as if he can't believe what's happening. I lean into whisper into his ear, my tits still hanging out of my bra and my movement pushing him impossibly deeper into my hole. 

"Now say you're my bitch," I whisper in his ear.

I pull back and give him a confident smile.

What happens next is a blur.

Sean's breathing stops. He swiftly pulls out, my pussy's wet protest seems to echo around us. He pulls me down from the desk and flips me so I'm bent over. It happens so quickly, I don't even have time to make a sound. As soon as I'm face down on his desk, the underwire of my bra pushing uncomfortably into my bare breasts, his hands pin my hands above me. His other hand grabs my hip to hold me steady and he sinks deep into my pussy.

I'm shocked. And yet the tight dry grasp of his hand holding both of my much smaller hands prisoner and the way his fingers press insistently on my hip to trap me make me wetter than I thought possible. 

He rams his cock into me. My natural lubricant makes for an easy glide but the force behind his thrust, the pent up anger I imagine he's feeling, makes me deliciously nervous.

Fully embedded within me, Sean leans over my naked back so his mouth rests by my ear. The buttons of his shirt press into my back, branding me.

"Did you think," he hisses into my ear, "that you can strut in here dressed like a sexy little slut and tell me what to do?" I start to answer but he cuts me off. "Don't bother answering. Your dirty mouth has done enough."

Sean remains pressed to me and grinds his hips into my ass. I want to squirm, I'm so turned on. But his hand on my hip and his weight over me leave no room for movement.

"Every day I have to watch your tight little ass bounce in here like you own the place. How do you think it looks to everyone else? I have to force myself to look away from those fucking breasts. Did you know I like big tits? And your little fuck-me-heels... I'm your boss, you little cocktease."

Sean's hand moves from my hip to slide between the desk and my left breast. He gives it a painful squeeze that makes my hip buck and he groans.

"Does it please you to know I can't fuck my own girlfriend without thinking of you anymore? It's been three weeks and all I can think about is your little cunt. I've pictured you bent over my desk like this a thousand times, you dirty bitch."

Sean gives me three hard thrusts and when I start to moan his hand moves from my breast to cover my mouth. "Don't you dare make a sound. I don't need everyone to know I'm fucking the office slut." Sean rims the outer edge of my ear with his tongue, making me shudder.

"You're going to be dead silent while I give it to you. If you make a sound, I'm going to stop and you won't get even a taste of my cum. Do you want my cum?"

"Y-y-yes," I stutter in a hoarse whisper. My heart is hammering and my legs start to tremble. Yes, I want his cum. But I want my own release just as badly.

"Good girl." Sean stands upright again and places both hands firmly on my hips. "This is going to be hard. Take your hand and work your dirty little clit. And not a sound."

Sean starts pounding me with a ferociousness that makes my blood hum. I probably won't even need clitoral stimulation but the overwhelming orgasm building inside me eggs me on. My hand slips between my legs and I trap my clip between my index and middle finger and start wiggling it back and forth rapidly. My orgasm grows larger. I'm dying for release. And yet, I try to hold off. I'm so turned on by his big fucking cock splitting me open that I use every ounce of self control to fight off my release.

Sean's balls slap my pussy lips with a hypnotic rhythm. The only sounds in his office is our heavy breathing (I have to occasionally bite my lip in fear he'll leave me right before I have the best orgasm I've ever had in my life), skin slapping skin, and the wet suction of my sopping thatch.

He seems to be getting off on his dirty talk as much as I am. "Take it," he grounds out, each word accentuated by a hard thrust, "you - nasty - little - whore. Is this what you want? A hard fuck? You're my little bitch, you cunt."

My fingers tighten on my clit. I'm so close but 

I want to push him over the edge. I still want this victory even if it's just a slice. "You love it. You practically begged for it. And now -"

My words are cut off by Sean placing an insistent thumb on the delicate opening of my asshole. My hands, which were flat on the desk and gripping the edge for dear life, tighten. Remembering our audience outside the door, I quickly bring my arm to my mouth and bite to muffle my scream my body fragments. Sean's cock in me, his finger on my puckered back door, my panties still on but pushed aside and completely soaked, and three weeks of teasing sharpen my orgasm to the point where I think I might splinter. I feel the release all the way down to my toes. If I die now, this orgasm will have made it all worth it.

It's as I'm coming down from the light-headed rush that I feel Sean emptying himself inside me. He's silent except for deep gasping breaths. His fingers hold my hips tightly as he empties himself that I think he'll leave bruises. I don't mind.

This has been the quietest, most intense moment of my life.




The Challenge



This is an adult story about wife sharing. If you don't want to or don't like reading about such lifestyles, then I suggest you close this and move along to something else.

This story is fictional, purely a fantasy. It is an adult story full of eroticism and sex. As it is my story, I choose the line of reasoning and scenarios involved.

This is a fantasy and in no way implies that I condone risky sexual practices. 

I appreciate critical reviews, however, the reviews should be of a nature that will allow me to build on my creative writing ability, vice just being hurtful. If you want to rant, then write your own stories. I will happily critique them (though never in a hurtful manner...)

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As with most of my stories, this one starts off slow, setting the mood. But when the activities start, they start with a bang.

*****

Ellen and David were going to a Swinger's party. They sat in the well-appointed mini-bus with seven other couples. This was only their third Swinger's party so butterflies were swarming in Ellen's stomach. David noted her nervousness and reassured her.

"Remember the last party?" he asked. "You didn't think you could do the things you did then!" he taunted.

"You enjoyed it." She rejoined.

"I did." He admitted. "It was certainly interesting to watch you. But then that was always one of my fantasies."

"So have you fulfilled all of your fantasies then?" she asked teasingly.

"Well there is one very special fantasy that we haven't done yet." He admitted.

"Oh?" she queried.

"You remember how we talked of you accidentally getting pregnant if we participated in this scene?" he reminded her.

"You want me to get pregnant!?" she asked, surprised.

"Not really," he admitted. "But taking the chance would be interesting."

"That's not something I could do deliberately." She replied.

"I know. And I'm not sure I would feel comfortable asking you to do that deliberately. But accidents happen even if we do use condoms." He replied. "And this is a 'Bareback' club were everyone is screened for STD's"

"I appreciate that. But I don't think I would do something like that deliberately, so I use the condoms when I am near my time...speaking of which, I will need to use condoms tonight!" She said, giving him and impish smile.

"What? Even with me?" He asked.

She said nothing...but her smile brightening.

Their talk was interrupted as they approached the house this evening's party would be held at. 

House?! Ellen thought. This was as big as some small hotels! 

The mini-bus rolled to a stop while everyone stared in awe. The group exited the mini-bus and met their hosts for the evening. 

Maria looked to be of Mediterranean descent with her olive skin colour. She was a petite raven haired beauty, barely coming to 5' in height, with lots of natural curves. Long eyelashes fluttered softly over her dark eyes as she spoke in a soft but clear voice. Her tanned skin sparkled in the light making her look much younger than Ellen thought she might be. She wore a tight, red sheath dress that came down to mid-way between her knees and displayed her figure spectacularly even if it didn't show off much skin.

She looked so tiny beside her 6'4" husband. John was a tall, blond haired, blue eyed man of about mid-forties in good shape for his age.

Next in the receiving line were the co-coordinators of the club, Debbie and Joseph. Like Ellen, Debbie was tall. She had bright red shoulder length hair that Ellen thought came from a bottle. Not that she minded. She was about the same age as Ellen but with a tighter figure. She was wearing a short green halter style party dress that, like Ellen's, displayed all of her natural assets with plenty of skin to showing. The hemline came several inches higher than Maria's showing off her long legs and threatening to show off a great deal more if she was careless in her movements.

Joseph was a handsome man with dark brown hair and striking amber coloured eyes. He was a powerfully built man that Ellen knew to be the same age as her husband. Most men his size intimidated her, but Joe had a way about him that let him get into people's personal space without threatening them. He had a way of talking to people that left people trusting him. He wore tailored clothes that still managed to look casual. Ellen had never seen him naked, but had heard that he was just as good looking out of his clothes as he was in them.

At her very first Swinger's party, Ellen had initially been intimidated by the beautiful people, until she realized that many of the men wanted to be with her. That gave her the boost of confidence she had needed. Ellen herself was 5'8" with soft brown hair that came mid-way down her back. She had a 36-C - 28 - 38 figure that was backed by many nights at the gym to keep her at a healthy 136lbs, a good weight for her height. 

She had a heart shaped face with hazel eyes and large puffy 'bee stung' lips that came naturally to her. At 34 she looked younger and easily fit in with the crowds at the party bars. She had lots of form fitting clothing that were cut to show off all of her assets. Tonight she wore a short blue halter style party dress, the cleavage dipping to below her navel and showing off her best assets. It bared her back completely right down to the cleft of her ass! Her hemline was slightly higher than Maria's but lower than Debbie's, so she did not have the same risk of accidental crotch displays.

Her husband David was 6'2". He had brown hair but with grey eyes. He spent many a night with Ellen at the gym so kept his 37 year old body at a healthy 192lbs. Like Ellen, he was dressed to thrill...wearing a tight shirt, shiny dress pants and loafers.

They had been married 16 years and had one child now 14. She always regretted not having another child, but didn't think that now would be a good time to do so.

Sexually, they were well paired. They had discovered their natural kinkiness and had often parlayed that into some very interesting nights. As they had gotten used to each other, they had chosen to fulfill each other's fantasies. When David had divulged that he wanted to watch her at a swinger's party she had initially been reluctant to play out that one particular fantasy. It had taken him many years to bring her around but, she had to admit, she had really enjoyed their first party...and their second.

She had fulfilled some fantasies of her own at those two parties, playing with several different partners in one night and being with a woman for the first time. She wondered what would happen tonight as most of the current fantasies in her bucket list had now been checked off, though there was the one in which she did two men at the same time...

The couple mingled and walked through the house, meeting some couples from their previous encounters. The house was large and very well appointed. John and Maria must be extremely well off, Ellen thought.

Ellen had a few drinks and, as David watched avidly, danced provocatively with any man who asked her. She soon began to get into the swing of the evening as the alcohol loosened her inhibitions. She noted people paring off and going elsewhere to play. Ellen gave David a wonderful smile, wondering when he would ask her to choose someone.

During a break in dancing, Maria approached them. They talked casually as she sounded out Ellen. Ellen began to look at Maria as a potential playmate for the evening. Maria's questions, though casual, were suggestive and designed to elicit responses that Ellen would normally not be so freely giving out! Of course the nature of the party, as well the alcohol, helped with that.

At one point, Debbie joined them in mid conversation.

When Maria asked her of their current fantasies, she accidentally let out David's thoughts on pregnancy. Debbie laughed, telling her that many of the couples in the club had provisions of one sort or another for dealing with pregnancies, and that a lot of them would be happy to keep a child derived in such a manner. In fact, she said with a knowing look, some couples deliberate chose to have children from such encounters.

"Shocked?" Debbie asked when she saw the look on Ellen's face. "You shouldn't be. Our parties cater to almost every need, including breeding sessions!"

Now Ellen was truly surprised. "Couples deliberately choose to get pregnant in such a way?" She asked.

"Oh yes," Debbie replied. "It is not such an uncommon theme. Most though just go with the flow. If it happens it happens, and they accept it." She said with a smile.

"That's something that I could never deliberately do." Ellen confided. "I'm within one day of my peak time so I will be using condoms tonight."

"But what if it did happen?" Debbie asked. "What would you do if you did accidentally get pregnant? If the condom broke or some other accident occurred during sex?"

"Well David has said that he would accept such a child into our family. But I wouldn't know for sure until such an accident did occur. I mean, it wouldn't be my husband's baby. He would have to tell me himself it would be OK and there would be no repercussions in the future from such an accident." She said looking directly at her husband who gave her a smile, a knowing look, and a virtually imperceptible nod of his head. Ellen's eyes twinkled back at her husband. She blushingly shot him an impish grin.

"Considering what we are doing at these parties," Maria chimed in, "if you don't have the precaution of being on the pill then you take a serious risk. Even with the pill there are accidents."

"I get reactions to the pill," Ellen explained. "So it's condoms or nothing."

"I have to go talk to someone," Debbie said suddenly, "but please don't go with anyone for a few minutes. I want to discuss something with both of you." Once assured that Ellen and David would wait on her, she quickly scampered off.

"I wonder what that was all about." David asked.

"Oh that's not so unusual for Debbie." Maria divulged. "As co-coordinator she is always being pulled into different things during these parties. And she has such a naughty sense of fun!" She said with a grin.

The three of them sat, drank and chatted and the two women allowed themselves to dance when men asked them as did David when asked by other women. 

David noted that the party was starting to get into its stride as more people were pairing off with different partners; clothing was loosening and, in fact, was being removed. Many women were now bare breasted and some men and women were naked.

David watched as Ellen and Maria danced together in a tight embrace that included plenty of tender kisses. Their hands were in the pants of the men who had initially started this dance with them. He smiled at just how quickly his wife had lost her inhibitions this time!

The two women returned to their seats and Ellen asked David if he had seen what they had been up to. He assured them that he had and gave his wife a long, passionate kiss.

David noted Debbie returning, now naked. He pointed her out to his wife. Ellen blushed. She still was a little apprehensive about the open nudity at these parties. But regardless of how she felt, she took a long look at the naked woman. She noted that Debbie was indeed a redhead even if the hair on the rug didn't quite match the colour of the hair on the curtains... 

Debbie came over and sat down beside Ellen, sliding gently into her arms and giving her a warm hug and kiss.

"I have set up a challenge for you." She said without preamble.

"Sorry?" Ellen responded.

"Come with me." she said. "But if you do, you have to strip." She said with a wicked smile.

Ellen looked at her husband. David shrugged his shoulders and said it was her decision.

"You won't be disappointed," Maria chimed in. "Debbie always knows the best people and the best way to start things going."

Once more Ellen looked at her husband. He just smiled letting her know that it was still her choice.

Well, I have come here to party. Ellen thought. What the hell. She nodded her assent.

Debbie pulled her to her feet and embraced her. She gave her a long, lingering kiss while reaching up to unclasp the halter strap. She looked at Ellen's upper body as she lowered the straps her eyes lingering on Ellen's exquisite breasts. 

"You have beautiful breasts." She murmured as she took a nipple into her mouth.

Ellen, initially apprehensive about being stripped in public by a woman, moaned as Debbie suckled on her teat. She felt David's familiar hand slid down to the small of her back as he unhooked and then unzipped the bottom of her dress. Debbie pulled it down and then off her body. When she stood back up, Ellen took her back into her arms and did a little exploring of her own.

Maria smiled wickedly and then moved over to David. She lifted up on her tip toes in order to be tall enough to give him a kiss. Even so, he had to bend down somewhat to allow her that kiss. She quickly undid his shirt and pulled it off him, then unbuckled belt and zipper and simultaneously pulled off both pants and underwear. She noted that he had an average sized cock, which was now rock hard. 

She reached up to stroke it a little and then kissed it and licked it. She looked up to see a smile that reached his eyes. He let her play for a bit then pulled her up and helped her remove her own dress.

Debbie took Ellen by the hand and led her quickly through the house, Maria and David following behind. She nearly ran up the stairs, hurriedly pulling Ellen to the next level and brought her down a short corridor to a closed door where she stopped and turned to look at her.

"You know the cardinal rule of our club?" She asked.

"No means no?" Ellen asked.

Debbie smiled and, opening the door, pulled her into a large bedroom. Ellen's eyes quickly took in the well-appointed room. The room alone was nearly as large as the entire upper floor of her house! Near the door they had entered were two tall leather chairs with wings. In front of each chair was a leather ottoman and beside each a small round table.

There was a large four-poster bed at the far end with what appeared to be silk sheets. On either side of the bed, against the walls, were two leather Roman style couches large enough to fully recline on. Even with the two couches, there was still plenty of open space around the bed.

The walls were frescoed and brightly coloured, as was the ceiling. The frescoes were quite naughty! Ellen saw that the room even had a chandelier for gosh sake! 

She noted an open door leading to what appeared to be a walk in closet on one side and another open door leading to a large bathroom on the wall opposite the closet.

Her eyes had to quickly take all this in because of what was in the centre of the room. 

In the centre of the room stood three naked men. And what men! They were all approximately the same height and age. They all had light brown hair and soft blue or hard grey eyes. The three men had been talking together but turned to look at the foursome who had just entered the room. 

Ellen noted that each man was well muscled. They obviously worked out regularly. Only the man in the middle had the cut look of a professional body builder, every muscle on his body was well defined and delineated. Though he wasn't as bulky as most body builders were.

Not that she would throw the other two out of bed for eating crackers. Hell, she would probably feed them the crackers herself! While they didn't have the same muscular definition of the man in the middle, they were still very nice looking men, with tight pecs, hard abs and, from what she saw as they had stood in profile, nice glutes!

Debbie pulled Ellen towards the three men, bringing her first to the one on the right.

"Ellen, this is Paul." She said introducing them.

Paul's smile lit up his face turning him into a boyish looking man. He reached out and took Ellen into his embrace giving her a warm hug and a deep kiss. Ellen felt his hands moving gently up and down her arms and then slide around her back, pulling her deeper into his hug. She felt the hardness of all his muscles, the heat of his body and the maddening smell of his cologne.

His hands slid down her back to cup her butt. The touch wasn't vulgar, nor exploratory in nature, but he did let her know that he like what he felt in his hands...and other parts of him...as she felt his cock stirring between her legs!

"OK you two!" Debbie chided laughingly. She pulled Ellen from Paul's grasp and moved her over to the man in the centre.

"Ellen, this is Mark." She said pushing Ellen into his grip.

Mark first held her apart from him, looking over her body. A slow smile broadened his mouth as his eyes slowly rose to meet hers. The smile brought a tingle to her pussy.

Ellen's eyes had travelled the same way, slowly taking in his body from much closer than she had seen it earlier. She saw his cock pulsing as it began to rise, it was impressive and it wasn't even fully hard yet!

He pulled her into his embrace and she softly ran her hands over his hard muscles. She had never been hugged by a body builder before and it was quite the feeling. She felt something nudging her leg and realized his cock was growing. She turned slightly and felt it run up between her thighs. She closed her legs on it trapping it at her pussy.

He gave her a deep kiss. Ellen returned it, feeling herself getting lost in. It was getting very warm and wet between her legs!

She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulders and, breaking the kiss, turned to see Debbie smiling at her.

"One more." She chided.

Ellen reluctantly broke the embrace. She felt Mark's cock slip from between her legs. She looked down at what was now a very substantial cock, which was reflecting brightly in the light. She blushed when she realized that the reflection was caused by the juices her pussy had left on it! 

"This is Terry." Debbie purred into Ellen's ear as she moved her to the last man.

Terry was the thinnest of the three men, but that didn't mean he was by any means thin. He pulled her gently into his arms and gave her a long penetrating kiss. Like the other two, she could feel the hard muscles...especially the most prominent one between his legs, which was now trapped between their bellies! 

As he kissed her, his hands explored her body, running gently over all of her curves. Having already been touched by the other two men, she found herself enjoying the feeling of his gentle exploration. She returned the favor and explored his body as well, squeezing his butt cheeks with her hands...she was surprised to find that she could hardly dent them they were so solid!

Finally Debbie intervened and pulled her away from the men.

"OK" Debbie said, guiding Ellen to one of the chairs and wrapped her in her arms. "We have here three young, fit, hung men." She said with a delicious looking smile.

"And." She said and pointed to a platter on the table beside one of the leather chairs, "One condom."

Ellen suddenly got nervous. Debbie felt her tense up in her arms, but quickly brought her finger up to Ellen's mouth and shushed her.

"Hear me out before you say anything." She cooed. "This is a dry condom...that is, a condom with no lubrication."

Ellen looked down at the condom in its blue package, sitting on a small silver plate. She didn't recognize the make. On the same plate were two small glass candy dishes with liquid in them.

"Now in the dishes, are two very different lubricants." Debbie said turning Ellen's face to look at her as she spoke. "One is a water based lubricant, completely safe for condoms. The other is baby oil...and oil and condoms don't mix well."

Ellen once more looked at the silver plate, taking in the two dishes with their respective liquids and the dark blue condom pack.




The Challenge



She looked at Debbie, ready to tell her off, but before she could speak Debbie once more put her finger to Ellen's mouth and shushed her.

"Hear me out." She said quickly. "I told you I had a challenge for you. The challenge is simple. Choose a man, put the condom on, and choose a lubricant. You have a maximum of five minutes to get him off before the condom falls apart IF you choose the wrong lubricant."

Ellen was shocked! Her mouth hung open as she looked back and forth between the silver plate and Debbie. 

How could Debbie think she could do something like this? She wondered. She looked over at her husband and was surprised to see that his face and chest were flushed! Her eyes slid down his body and, not surprisingly, found him erect and ready!

Her eyes flicked up to his face. His mouth was open and he was breathing quickly. She thought, at first, that he had gotten this way from watching her with the men, but it suddenly dawned on her that he was excited by the challenge!

Ellen's face revealed her understanding of the situation to David. He gave her a single, discreet nod, letting her know that it was her choice...and that he would back that choice. They both knew the potential consequences of this challenge.

Ellen turned and as she did Debbie began to speak. "You have three choices really." She said as she lifted a finger and began to tick off the choices... 

"You can decide that this challenge is simply not for you and walk away from it." She lifted another finger. 

"You can decide to play with the men some, giving them a little head or whatever and then leave..." she lifted a third finger. "Or you can take the challenge, choosing a man and a lubricant for the condom."

Ellen didn't know what to do...this was certainly something that she had never thought of doing when she came here this evening. An accident was one thing...but to take this risk?

And that was it wasn't it? She thought. It was a risk. She wasn't deliberately allowing herself to take on a man. If it happened it happened!

She looked at the three men. Each of their eager cocks now hard and ready. She looked back at Debbie...seeing the smile and encouragement there. Then she looked at David. He smiled at her and once more gave her that single discreet nod. His body was still flushed, his erection bobbing in time to his heartbeat. 

Deciding that he needed to do something to break the impasse, David looked to Debbie and asked, "What would she have to do?"

Debbie just smiled. "She would have the easiest task tonight. She would go over and play with these three men and, if she decided to take the challenge, she would simply choose one to place the condom on."

Debbie looked at Ellen, giving her some time to think before she went on. "The rules of the club mean that she could say 'No' at any time. She could decide that she wouldn't want to take the challenge. She could decide to just continue playing until she has had enough. Or she could decide, once she got excited enough, that she wanted to get fucked. Then she would put the condom on someone and she would need some lubricant. 

"Once she coats the condom with the lubricant, she would have no more than five minutes to make her chosen man cum before the integrity of the condom is potentially lost."

"So," David repeated, "she plays a little, and if the men don't excite her, she goes on her way. Or, if they do excite her she has one condom to use and two choices of lubricant?"

Debbie simply nodded, knowing that David was working to encourage his wife. She didn't want Ellen to run off without trying anything.

"So if the condom doesn't break...what then? There are two other men to see to." David said with a sly wink to his wife.

"Well, she could repeat the procedure, taking her chances again, or simply say that she had completed the challenge. Of course, if the condom fails, well no sense in wasting two good men is there?" She said with a smile. 

"What are the chances of her getting pregnant if the condom fails?" Maria asked.

"Well, statistics say that a woman is at her most fertile within two days of the start of her ovulation. Ellen told us earlier that she is within one day of ovulation.

"Sex on those two days results in a roughly one in eighteen chance of pregnancy. That increases a little to around one in fourteen if you have sex multiple times with the same partner on those two days. But, conversely, it goes down if you have sex with multiple partners." Debbie said.

"That doesn't make sense." Maria replied with a cross look.

"It's something called 'Sperm Wars' were one man's sperm will attack other men's sperm to stop them from getting to the egg, while your own sperm will help each other long." Debbie said. "You can look it up online. It's true. I couldn't make something like that up." Debbie smiled.

"So the risk goes down with multiple partners?" David asked.

"Something like a one in twenty to one in twenty five chance each day you have sex during your peak time. Their sperm fight to prevent other men's sperm from reaching the egg first." Debbie replied. 

"And, at best, a one in fourteen chance with multiple sessions with the same man." David stated.

"So they say." Debbie confirmed. "Those stats are for women aged 18 to twenty-five. The stats go down as you get older. For Ellen the stats wouldn't go down much, she's healthy, fit, and still relatively young. She would probably be in the high side at one in twenty-five and the low side at one in thirty to one in thirty-five. Effectively a .04% to .028% risk of pregnancy for multiple partners vice a roughly .07% risk for a single partner."

"That doesn't sound like much of a risk!" Said Maria.

Debbie shrugged. "They're the same odds each time you have sex. If that wasn't so, we would have more children than we could handle. I mean, look at how often we have sex in our lives...

"The more frequently you have sex with the same man at your peak time, the more likely you are to get pregnant. But you don't want to get pregnant every time you have sex!" With a laugh, Maria conceded the point.

Once more Ellen looked to her husband, asking with her eyes what he wanted of her.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to play a little," he said, looking directly at her. "She could simply walk away anytime she wants."

Debbie knew that if Ellen started the challenge, the three men would do their best to arouse and excite her to the point of no return. She had confidence in them and, she was certain, so did David. She took Ellen's hand and pulled her to the bed, snagging one of the men's hands and motioning the others to follow. The five of them tumbled onto the bed, where they started running hands and mouths over each other's bodies.

Debbie let things build for a bit and then discreetly slipped off the bed leaving Ellen alone with the three men. Debbie, Maria and David watched as hands moved slowly and sensually along Ellen's body. David got more and more excited as he watched as their mouths kissed Ellen's breasts, and tongues slid into hidden crevices. Ellen's hands and mouth were not idle either...moving more and more confidently over the men as her arousal increased.

David's cock was almost painful it was so full. He was always excited while watching his wife but, for some reason, tonight's scene seemed especially powerful to him. They had talked long and often about the risk of pregnancy and here they were getting an unusual chance at making that risk come to fruition. 

Maria glanced at David, watching his reaction to everything going on. She was getting excited herself and wanted to play a little with him, but realized that if she did, he would cum much too soon. Better to let things play out a little and wait for him to reach for her and, with his wife occupied, she was sure that he eventually would.

Things were getting hot and heavy on the bed. Ellen was the centre of attention of three different men. She had only ever been with one man at a time before and this was causing powerful feelings of pleasure to course through her body. She could feel the men alternately plucking and sucking at her nipples, running hands or mouths along the curves of her body, sliding fingers or tongues into the groove of her sex. She was so wet it scared her!

Ellen was beginning to feel trapped in the centre of the three men, so she pushed them away slightly. The men reluctantly gave her some room. She looked them over through lust filled eyes, her hands still in contact with their bodies. Three men, each very fit and very hung!

Paul's cock was the longest of the three, and the thinnest...not that it was particularly thin, just the thinnest of these three! Ellen thought he was about ten inches long or so and plenty thick enough thank-you! She reached out and ran her hands over his long cock, stroking it gently. It was uncut, so the head alternately popped out of or hid in its sheath as she stroked.

Mark's was the middle of the range for length, about eight and a half inches or so, but thicker than Paul's. Ellen could definitely tell the difference as she stroked him. He too was uncut and the head of his cock was slick with pre-cum as it slid in and out of its sheath.

Terry's cock was the thickest and shortest of the three, maybe around an inch or so shorter than Mark's but much thicker. His cock was circumcised and the head was about half an inch wider than the shaft making it look very scary! Ellen could barely close her fingers around it as she explored it!

The three cocks were hard as granite, yet soft and warm at the same time. Ellen had become attuned to her body's needs and she knew that she was eager to feel at least one of these stiff members inside her!

David watched as his wife sized up the three men. He knew she was thinking of taking on one of them. He didn't know if she would take the challenge. He thought she would go with Paul's longer, thinner cock as it was closer to his own in width so was surprised when she rolled over on top of Mark. He watched as his wife slipped quietly into a 69 position and started licking and sucking on Mark's tool. What David didn't know was that Ellen was interested in tasting the pre-cum she had seen. Mark's was the only one of the three currently producing any. 

David watched as Ellen licked up the side of Mark's shaft and pulled the foreskin back. She slowly closed her mouth around the glistening head of his cock and sucked gently on it. He heard a deep moan coming from the bed, causing another twitch of his own cock. 

Ellen felt the rumble in Mark's belly as he moaned; his strategically placed mouth brought tingles to her pussy from the vibrations. He was very skilled at licking pussy but the added vibrations sent shivers up her back! 

Ellen closed her eyes as she sucked on his shaft, felt the other two men stroking her back and buttocks as she and Mark moved deeper into their 69. Both were thinking how great the other tasted and how good the other was at what they were doing. 

Mark gently slurped her labia, tugging on them and gumming them, sliding his tongue along the outside and inside of them. Ellen was oozing a flow of juices that he knew would mean she wouldn't have any need of the lubricants provided in this challenge!

Ellen was reaching a boiling point. Her head bobbed quickly up and down the shaft, taking as much of it as she could. However, she couldn't take as much of Mark's cock into her mouth as she could her husband's...Mark was just so much thicker.

Ellen felt a familiar hand on her head and opened her eyes. David was standing between Mark's wide spread legs at the foot of the bed, his cock twitching madly. She looked up into his smiling eyes and smiled back at him as best she could around the thick cock in her mouth.

He looked to his left and she followed his gaze, noting that he was holding the silver platter in his hand! She looked back into his eyes. 

He was still smiling. 

David gave her a single, gentle nod. Ellen looked back at the platter and noticed that the condom packet had been opened and the condom was sitting atop its wrapper. A frisson of fear shot through her body...fear and something else. Her heart was pounding in excitement that was more than that caused by the action so far. Once more she looked at her husband. Taking her mouth of Mark's cock, she mouthed "Are you sure?" to her husband.

"It's your choice," David told her quietly, "but I'm sure."

Ellen looked at the condom sitting on the platter. That one little piece of latex, usually so ready to help her, but perhaps not tonight! 

Something was stirring inside her, piercing her to her core. Ellen didn't know what to do, to take this challenge or to pass on it. But she knew that if she continued to play, she would go further than she intended and would need extra condoms...or no condoms at all! After all, once one man had cum in her, well she would need the other men's sperm to help defeat his little swimmers...wasn't that right?

That naughty thought sent a shiver down Ellen's spine. It, more than anything that had happened so far, pushed her over the edge. She wanted to tell David that she had made up her mind but didn't know how. She didn't know how he would react to it. She was scared and excited and nervous all at the same time.

In the midst of all her reflections, Ellen suddenly realized that all motion had stopped. Terry and Paul's hands were still on her ass, but not moving. Mark's tongue and mouth had stopped playing in her sex, though she could still feel his heated breath down there! David's attention was fixed avidly on her face waiting for her to make up her mind his cock - glistening in the room's light from his leaking pre-cum - bobbing gently in time to the unheard music of his lust. Her hand was the only thing moving as she gently stroked Mark's cock. She looked deeply into her husband's eyes.

"I love you." She whispered.

A momentary look of shock and fright passed over David's face, and then the smile returned. He leaned down and kissed her. A long hard, passionate kiss that carried with it his love and tender feelings. Ellen returned his kiss in kind. 

David smiled down at her once more. "Ready?" he asked.

Ellen nodded and reached out for the condom. Slowly she slid it down the shaft. She was practiced with putting condoms on, but tonight it seemed to be a little more difficult..."perhaps because of the extra length and girth?" She wondered. "More likely because of my excitement!" She told herself.

Once the condom was on she looked again to her husband. The smile was still there. 

Ellen twisted around and, sitting astride Mark's thighs, reached out to the platter.

"Do you have a preference?" she asked her husband.

David just laughed. "Do you want me to make the choice?" he countered. But as soon as he said it he knew. He knew that she didn't want him to be upset with her for continuing this challenge, that she wanted him to be part of it in some way. He moved his head down and gently kissed his wife's ear.

"I love you," he said, "try the one on the right." Ellen smiled and mouthed "Thank-you".

Ellen looked down at the large cock jutting obscenely from between her thighs looking as if it was her own. "Well," she thought, "for all intents and purposes I suppose it is...at least for the next few minutes!"

Ellen dipped her fingers into the right hand dish and brushed the lubricant over Mark's latex coated cock. Two more trips to the dish were needed before she was satisfied.

"Here goes nothing!" Ellen thought to herself and then rose up slightly and placed the tip of Mark's rod to her pussy. She worked it back and forth gently until it seated itself within the entrance and slowly drew it as far as she could into her incredibly tight hot well. Both of them groaned at the initial penetration.

"Wow!" Ellen thought. "A fat cock really does make a difference!"

When she could go no further, Ellen reversed her thrust and pulled him out of her as slowly as she had taken him in. 

David watched her cunt lips grasping at Mark's cock, seeming to be pulled out of her body as the movement turned them inside out. When only the head was left inside her, Ellen reversed her direction, pushing down further and driving Mark's thick prick a little deeper into her body. 

Ellen began to move, posting slowly up and down on his pole until she finally took all of him inside herself. Twin voices sounded together in a groan of sexual harmony as she came to rest briefly on Mark's thighs.

Mark looked up at the woman sitting astride him. Her face, neck and breasts were flushed with arousal. Her eyes were closed and her head hung back slightly. Her hands reached back to rest on his knees, pushing her breasts upward and outward. Her nipples were rock hard, long and thick, the kind he liked. He couldn't believe how tight she felt. He could feel her cunt pulsing around his prick and it sent shivers up and down his spine. He was glad she had come to a stop as he knew he would have cum quickly if she had continued! 

David had watched his wife take another man's cock before, but this was something rather special tonight. He didn't know what the outcome would be but he knew he was ready for it. He could see the signs of impending orgasm on his wife's body and was glad she had come to a stop. Surprisingly, he wasn't ready for this to end just yet.

Ellen opened her eyes and leaned forward. She slowly began to move up and down on Mark. His cock was so much thicker than her husband's and sent an extra shiver up her spine each time it moved in and out of her. Every now and then she would stop posting up and down and would grind her hips against his, sending an extra thrill through her clit as she mashed it on his groin. She was so close to coming.

Mark had caught his extra wind and was sure, now, that he could stave off orgasm for a bit...for at least five minutes anyway! He began to rotate his hips in time to her thrusts, sending his manhood into her body in different directions each time Ellen came down. He could see her getting closer and was sure that he could make her cum at least once before he did.

Ellen suddenly sat down hard, leaned back and moaned loudly shocking everyone with the strength of her cry. Her body began to shake and shiver as her first orgasm of the night swept over her. It was strong. She sat shivering on Mark for over half a minute before falling forward and collapsing completely on top of him. 

Mark closed Ellen within his arms, raining gently kisses on her face as her pussy pulsed around his prick. He was trying hard not to cum, caught completely off guard by the speed and strength of her orgasm. He had come so close when she had squeezed him with her powerful inner muscles. He let her rest on top of him gently touching and kissing her as her spasms slowly ebbed.

David was surprised and shocked by his wife's powerful orgasm. This wasn't the first time he felt the shiver run up his spine at hearing her orgasmic cry but, for both of them, this one had been the most intense!

Mark had caught his breath and now began to thrust gently into Ellen's body. Their kisses slowly intensified along with his thrusts. Once again he began to rotate his hips thinking to himself that she was still primed from her last orgasm. 

Ellen had lain atop Mark as her pounding heart and heaving breath had slowed from her powerful orgasm. She had felt him begin to move and felt the reaction of her body to his movements. Then he did something different and her body reacted differently yet again. Ellen knew she was racing to another orgasm and Mark would see her there. She decided to help him and pushed back in answer to his thrusts. It was just what she needed and she quickly began to peak once more.

David's cock was straining for release. He needed something but couldn't bring himself to touch his cock. He had wanted to wait for Mark's release but knew that his own would arrive well before that happened.




The Challenge



He felt a soft body slip up behind him and a gentle hand move around in front of him to grab his prick. From the position of the breasts pressing into his back he knew it was Maria. She began to stroke him in time to the thrusts of the couple on the bed. David knew he would be ready for his wife's next orgasm.

Ellen felt herself approaching release. Mark grabbed her ass and was helping her to thrust back against him. He was still doing that odd movement that never sent his cock into her quite the same way and it was pushing her faster and faster toward the edge. He covered her mouth with his and pushed his tongue into it in time to his thrusting cock. It was all she needed and she moaned loudly into his mouth as she came for the second time.

David heard his wife's moans and gave out a deep synchopatic groan of his own. Maria's gentle stroking sent him over the edge to shower his cum over his wife's ass.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ellen was aware of the shower of hot wetness that sprayed across her back but was too distracted from her own orgasm to worry about it, or even care. Her pussy squeezed hard on the cock inside it sending incredible reverberations throughout her body. Her crest lasted just as long as the last one and she found she was excited and wanting more!

Mark gritted his teeth as Ellen's orgasm overwhelmed her and almost overwhelmed him! He didn't know how he did it, but he managed to stave off Cumming once more. As her cunt gently pulsed around his prick, he found himself pushing his orgasm off just enough to make a difference...to gain back a little bit of control.

Mark found Ellen's mouth and kissed her gently. The kiss began to get more and more intense. Suddenly she broke the kiss and told him to turn her over and fuck her hard and fast!

Mark didn't hesitate. He quickly rolled Ellen over, keeping his manhood buried in her body. Placing her gently on her back, he pushed her legs back and slipped his arms under her silk clad knees. His leaning forward caused her knees to be pushed back to her chest. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her body and with one strong thrust slammed it back as deep as he could.

David heard Ellen's cry of passion as the man took his wife. His wilting cock suddenly sprung back to life. Someone pulled him gently back a couple of steps from the bed. He looked down to see Maria sliding to her knees and wrapping her mouth around his newly resurrected hard on. As Maria's mouth engulfed him, he watched his wife taken by the powerful thrusts of the younger man.

Ellen was beside herself with lust. The powerful body above her repeatedly pushed her deeply into the mattress with each strong thrust. The impact of his hips against hers forced the air from her lungs in loud grunts occasionally punctuated by a delighted cry of passion. She felt her body tensing, feeling almost like she was rising above the bed. She knew that this was going to be an incredibly powerful orgasm.

Mark slammed into the woman below him again and again. He felt the tingle in his balls that told him of his impending release. This time he would let it go. He reached down with his mouth and took one of Ellen's nipples into it and bit it gently. He heard and felt her groan of passion as he nibbled on the thick nipple. He felt the passion stirring in his groin and knew he wasn't far away.

Mark lifted up onto his hands and toes so that his hips were the only part of his body in contact with Ellen's as he continually collided with her. His pistoning cock squelched through the mouth of her cunt as he fucked her with force the lewd sounds exciting everyone in the room. 

Mark looked down on a face cloaked in bliss. Sweaty and blotchy though it was, her mouth open and puffing air at each of his powerful impacts, straggly hair plastered to her wet face, there was an incredible beauty to Ellen all the same. He loved the look of a woman in the throes of passion. He felt his ass clenching and knew he was close.

"I'm going to cum!" He growled.

Her eyes flew open and locked on his.

"I can still pull out." He told her.

For a fleeting moment something crossed Ellen's face...indecision...uncertainty...worry...he didn't know, and then it was gone. She crossed her legs behind his back as best she could and closed her eyes.

"Tell me when." Mark urged. Ellen nodded, unable to speak. He felt her tensing below him. His strokes began to get shorter but stronger as he pushed himself to the edge. He felt her ass rising up to meet his downward thrusts and knew that she too was close.

"Now! Oh God now!!" Ellen cried out.

Mark slammed into Ellen a half dozen more times, and then felt the contraction in his balls. He jammed himself a final time into her body and held himself there as he spent himself within her with a deep guttural growl.

David saw Mark's ass and balls clench several times and heard the deep growl as the man let loose. He suddenly felt an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach with the realization of what this could mean. At the same time, he heard his wife cry out in passion as she too came. It was enough to send him over the edge again, spilling his offering deep into Maria's talented mouth.

Ellen felt the surge of Mark's cock as it alternately swelled and contracted within her. Something hot hit the back of her pussy with such force that it triggered her strongest orgasm yet. Again and again the searing heat pulsed into her pussy triggering answering pulses of her own.

Mark suddenly collapsed on top of her, temporarily exhausted from his efforts. Ellen felt her pussy milking his cock, pulling the last of his seed from within him. She could feel the warmth spreading within her and that's when she realized that she had lost the challenge...or had she?

Ellen slowly stroked Mark's powerful body as he lay on top of her. His arms released her legs and she wrapped them around him, kissing him gently. It took them a bit to catch their breath and then Mark moved off of her.

David watched as Mark rose up, his slowly wilting cock gently pulling from within his wife's freshly fucked cunt. As more and more of Mark's cock pulled out of her, still wrapped in the condom, he wasn't sure if he felt relief or regret. Then the head slipped out of her and it was immediately evident that the condom had failed. 

David looked down onto his wife's vagina, watching it pulsing. The slightly distended opening suddenly began to ooze a heavy thick liquid. A jolt of awareness shot through him as the meaning of it sank in at the same time as a pulse rushed along his quickly growing cock.

"Accidents happen." He whispered.

His wife's eyes opened and looked at him. There was worry there. He smiled at her. 

"Statistically there is no guarantee." He told her with a smile. He looked around then back to her..."and there are still two men to take care of..."

"Three men" she told him with a smile as she pulled him over on top of her, giving him a long tender kiss. Ellen felt his cock riding along her slit. She let him get it nice and wet, coated heavily with her and Mark's secretions before gently pushing him away. As he stood, the other two men moved up on the bed beside her and began to stroke her body. As they did, Ellen was thinking of finally fulfilling that two men at once item on her bucket list...



The Challenge



Jeremy sat patiently in the waiting room. He was a few minutes early for his appointment with MS Collins, the Vice President of the company. He had worked at the company for over a year and was now applying for a higher paying position. MS Collins, though, was known to be pretty hard to impress. 

Jeremy had been going to school, though, to improve his chances. It was not your usual college or technical school, though. He was taking lessons in mind control from Madame Fowler, a woman with a good reputation in the field of the paranormal. He had done his homework and previous lessons successfully, so this was an important test. Could he "impress" MS Collins?

"You may go in now, Mr. Faith," the secretary announced.

Jeremy stood slowly, mentally reviewing his objective and the steps he'd use to get there. He knocked on her door and entered.

"MS Collins, Hello," he said enthusiastically. He held out his hand to shake hers. She took his hand and greeted him professionally.

"Hello, Jeremy. Tell me, why do you think you should have this position." She wasted no time as she leaned against the front of her desk. She was a large woman, nearly 6' tall, and probably nearly 200#. She had Red hair which she allowed to fall halfway down her back in soft curls. Her eyes were green and she had a radiant smile. Although large, her body was shapely from her size 40DD breasts to her smooth round hips. She was dressed in a dark red business suit today, with the traditional slits on the sides of a rather fitted skirt that fell to 2 inches above her knees. The jacket, was detailed in black and, for a professional suit, plunged rather low revealing a nice amount of cleavage. Her long legs were shrouded in black hose, and his eyes followed them all the way down to her high heels. She was, all in all, a striking woman with an intimidating presence.

Jeremy took his time. He looked into her eyes, lesson #1. "MS Collins, I am the man for the job. I challenge you to give me one day as your assistant to prove my value to you and to this company. I am young. I am energetic. I am relatively attractive. I am physically compatible with your build and size. I am multi-skilled and eager to learn from the best. Ms. Collins, you need me. Give me one day, and if my service is anything less than satisfactory, I will not appeal your decision."

He spoke slowly, holding her gaze while standing 2 feet in front of her. He was sure he had her attention. To make sure, he suggested a subtle thought for her to lightly touch her right breast. She quickly responded, and he smiled.

"Tell me more, Jeremy." Her switch to the use of his first name was his idea. She didn't know his first name. He walked around her trying to decide what to suggest next. 

"MS Collins, the best reason you have to hire me is my willingness to service your every wish." What she didn't know, was that he would supply those wishes. "Is that acceptable?" he asked.

"Yes, Jeremy. I will agree to your challenge. Let me tell Madeline to send the other applicants away for now. You are hired. Here, sign the contract." She walked around and sat behind her desk. He turned the papers toward him and signed with a smile of conquest on his face.

He suggested as soon as Madeline had been notified and the papers dealt with, that she sit down and explain his responsibilities. She did just as he desired. She sat down and began to talk. He wondered what her maternal breasts looked like and the next thing you know, she was slowly, as though it was perfectly acceptable, unbuttoning her jacket while absently talking. She paused momentarily when all buttons were undone, and she removed her jacket. MS Collins now sat at her desk talking to her newly promoted assistant in her bra, which truthfully, was red lace and framed her lovely jugs beautifully. 

He wondered if she would let him touch her. He walked up to her and before he knew it, she lifted his hand and placed it on her breast. She continued talking about his office responsibilities without hesitation. He helped himself to the other breast as well, fondling them tenderly. 

"Jeremy, that feels very nice." She said and went back to her business speech. His own body was starting to respond, so he silently suggested she unzip his zipper and begin to manipulate his stiffening penis. She reached for his crotch and quickly had him in her hands. He let her fondle a few minutes, then he walked around and sat in her chair, while planting the idea of her attending to his penis orally. There she was on her knees in front of him with his erect penis in her hands. 

"Now, MS Collins, kiss my dick" He spoke out loud, knowing she was under his control. Changing his mind for a minute, he said, "Ms. Collins, I want you to remove your bra now, climb up on your desk and dance a little for me, OK?" He asked with a smile on his face! She quickly complied. She unveiled her giant breasts and carefully climbed up on her own massive desk and began to dance. She cupped her breasts and squeezed the for him, then ran her hands down her voluptuous body. She was a pretty good dancer and his organ was stiff and thick now. He suggested to her that he was now fully ready for her oral attention. As she climbed down from the desk, her legs spread and he caught a glimpse of her shaved box. "Oh my, this i gonna be a fun job, he thought!" She answered, "Yes, Jeremy." Quickly, she knelt between his legs as he sat in her chair, behind her desk and she slowly put her lips over the head of his hard, thick cock. He heard her moan, and he smiled. "Yes, Ms. Collins, I am just the kind of man you need as your assistant." Just then, she sucked his entire length into her throat and sucked ravenously. He adjusted his position to give her greater access. Faint slurping noises could be heard in the waiting room, as MS Collins sucked and licked and kissed Jeremy's cock. He could feel the fire rising in his balls and his hips began to help her motions. His hands pressed her face hard against him and her face rubbed against his pelvic skin. All 10 inches of his swollen penis were engulfed in her mouth and throat. "MS Collins," the tension evident in his voice, "I'm almost ready to cum. Drink it all." She pumped his throbbing penis now, sucking and licking frantically. Her hands gently juggled his tightened balls. He grabbed her head and rammed his fullness in and out of her mouth hard and fast. She was groaning now and it was getting louder. Madeline looked toward the door. "Fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk," he yelled as spurt after spurt of his thick hot cream shot into Ms Collin's mouth. She greedily drank it all. She stayed there between his legs for several minutes tenderly caressing his balls and spent penis and licking every drop of his cream from the tender head. Jeremy gathered his composure, and pushed her off of his dick. "Zip it up now, and get dressed." She did. MS Collins walked to the door and opened it, "Thank you, Mr. Faith. I think you'll do fine." Jeremy strode out the door noticing a ring of dried cum around MS Collins mouth. He smiled. 

"Thank you, MS Collins, I'll be back up as soon as I clear my desk downstairs."

"Yes, Mr. Faith, we have a bit of a backlog to catch up on if you're game." Again, he just smiled.



The Challenge



(The events and people involved are entirely fictitious. The author welcomes feedback.)

She was lonely…she had finally admitted it to herself. Her friends at work had been right. She needed to get out more, and meet people. But the reserved side of her held back. 

Now…as she sat alone in the back seat of the strange limo, she had to admit that there was a certain… excitement … that tingled through her body. She watched the lights in a daze. The two glasses of wine she drank, (as per the strange inscription on the note that arrived that very afternoon by special delivery in a package), were quickly relaxing her. 

Her mind drifted back to the arrival of the package. She had wanted to take special care for this evening and prepared a very long luxurious scented bath. After a lot of persuasion from her co-workers, she joined in the weekly ‘game’ that had quickly become an obsession for the women. She had joked and laughed at them but they informed her that ‘if’ she were ever the one to win the game for the weekend, she would never be the same again. Intrigued, ‘the challenge’ finally haunted her until she decided to see what was so special and made these women so excited.

At the close of Friday’s work, they all gathered around the back desk and placed all names within the ‘game file’ to be drawn as to who would be the one to be “wined and dined” for the weekend. She really did not know how everything worked…’who’ this person was that promised these women an irresistible and romantic weekend. But he must be some type of lover for these women to week after week gather with such enthusiasm in hopes of being the chosen one.

With heated excitement, a sudden hush fell upon the women as the names were mixed up and the one who had been the winner the week before would pull out the name of this week’s winner. The perky secretary quickly stepped up with a big smile, reached into the game file, and pulled out a name. She gasped as she looked directly at the winner. All the women were so excited that ‘she’ was finally getting a chance to have some fun and excitement.

As per the routine, she was to fax her name and address to the mysterious number, and her instructions would arrive on Saturday.

As she was about finished washing her hair she heard the doorbell ring. With hair dripping wet she grabbed her robe and went to the door, her heart beating rapidly. A stranger patiently waited and upon seeing the door open, he quickly informed her she had a special delivery package. She thanked him and as she closed the door saw the limo parked in front of her house.

Perplexed, she carried the package to the living room and opened it. A note embossed in gold trim lay upon white tissue paper that also was trimmed in gold. The anticipation was profound. She opened the note and read: 

“My dear, I promise you a night filled with exquisite temptation and enjoyment. Please do me the honor of adorning yourself with this simple sheath…which shall only enhance your beauty. While you prepare for the evening, please drink two glasses of the wine also included in the contents of this box.”

She sat stunned, not sure to open the package or not. Her trembling fingers slowly opened the paper to reveal a gown of sheer black fabric, if it could indeed be called ‘fabric’. She held the gown up and stared in awe at the beautiful yet sensuous way it was made. Below the dress was another note,

“I also request that the remaining items be worn along with the gown. Nothing else please. You can expect to be accompanied to my residence at 7:00 pm this night.”

She found black satin heels with black stockings. Her eyes scanned the contents of the box…but no other undergarments were to be found. She could feel her face warming at the thought of this gown against her bare skin…and nothing else.

The afternoon was filled with such anticipation of the evening ahead. Her telephone rang consistently with her friends asking if she had yet received “the package”.

Finally, she stood before the mirror and was quite stunned how well the gown and shoes fit. How did this person know her exact size? The sheer gown left little to the imagination yet was sensuously alluring. It was a sleeveless gown, cut very low which had tiny satin buttons at the bodice. The back too was cut low and formed a ‘v’ just above her hips, then flowed out generously to the floor. The skirt gave a hint of her stockings beneath. She blushed as she realized just how much of her body could truly be seen. Her nipples were already hardened …looking quite tantalizing and teasing.

Now…she was on her way……..

The drive seemed to take forever and since the windows were dark she could not tell where she was. She knew she was arriving as the limo slowed and finally stopped. Her heart began to beat faster as the door was held open and she stood before a huge estate mansion. The entire place seemed to be alight with radiance. She was assisted up the steps and ushered into a large foyer and realized that she was not the only guest.

Part 2

Music drifted around her and soon she was greeted by a tall young man who proceeded to smile while leading her into a ballroom. She could now see the other guests dancing closely. She was quite stunned. For she realized that all the men wore half masks. And she could not help but guess why this was so

She was greeted by male after male as she was whirled around the dance floor. Pausing occasionally for a break from the dancing, she was quickly handed glass after glass of wine. She had barely ate anything during the day so the wine was quickly altering her normal façade of control. She began to nibble on food but never seemed to be able to eat very much for yet another was claiming her for the next dance.

Her head was becoming quite light as she smiled and gave into the music and attention. She noticed how some of the other women were dressed, and they too, wore scantily or sensuously enticing dresses as bold as the one she wore. She still wondered why the men were concealing their identities….and it made her wonder just ‘who’ in this crowd of people….was her date.

Across the room, he watched her. He smiled as he began to fantasize about his ‘date’ for the evening. She was a beauty and he enjoyed watching the men dance with her; enjoyed too, the fact that her inhibitions were falling away one by one. She had a dreamy look in here eyes now….not the scared look of a trapped rabbit that she had when she first entered the room. He admired her body from a distance …waiting for the right moment to approach her.

Finally the dance concluded and as she was led to the table he allowed his gaze to linger on her heaving chest…and smiled. As he approached the gentleman beside her smiled and kissed her palm and then left.

When she looked up to the tall stranger beside of her she held her breath for a moment. He had the darkest brown eyes she had even seen….they were so….hypnotizing yet… they were full of merriment and passion.

Suddenly a tango was started and he did not wait for her answer as he held out his hand with expectation of her accepting. Chills ran down her spine at the look within his eyes. Her body moved easily as he led her into the most sensual dance she had ever participated in. The dance floor was free of anyone else as he guided her effortlessly while their bodies danced with unleashed passion. No longer did she see anyone else in the room, for he was all that her thoughts could consume. The passion….awakened from this dance was a prelude of what was to come throughout the evening.

As the dance concluded, he bowed before her and left her standing alone in the middle of the dance floor. She was speechless for a moment…and the she could feel all the passion just awakened turning to rage at his audacity. Suddenly the floor began to fill with people again. She saw several side doors that were opened out onto a verandah and headed in that direction quickly….almost running. She was fuming and the cool air quickly took her breath for a few seconds, but that was what she needed…to cool off.

As she stood alone, she could see a body of water in the distance and concentrated on that to help her calm down. Thoughts ran wild and free through her cloudy mind. She closed her eyes enjoying the serenity the night now offered.

She did not hear anyone approach and gasped as she felt someone behind her, slowly pulling her back against his chest. His arms began to enfold her as if protecting her from the chill of the night air. He moved her hair aside and began to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes again….and enjoyed. At the moment, she did not care who it was…it just felt so good to be held….to be loved. She heard his chuckle and tried to move away.

“To what is the problem madam?” he asked arrogantly.

She quickly turned and took a few steps away from him and the look upon her face told him that she was surprised. Finally speaking she almost spat at him.

“Why did you leave me like that alone…in the middle of the dance floor?”

He only smiled at her which only infuriated her even more. Her temper began to flare again as she turned to walk off this time. But he easily caught her…blocking her escape. He was finding their game of cat and mouse amusing, but she was not.

She finally stopped and looked up at him….again finding his eyes the most beautiful she had even seen on a male. He looked at her as though he could read her thoughts. Then his eyes rested on her lips and he moved closer. She made a move to back away but he was too fast as he pulled her closer to him and began to kiss her. She melted instantly as his lips kissed and teased her. Breaking their contact while still holding her, he looked into her eyes and spoke….almost a whisper….

“I left you alone on the dance floor for one reason my dear….”

She looked at him in anticipation….

“To see just how much ‘spirit’ my date had.” He smiled while he allowed his words to sink in.

Her eyes widened as she realized who he was, and the she blushed remembering her thoughts throughout the day…..

Part 3

She was stunned beyond words as she gazed into his eyes. But his audacity and smugness made her apparently furious as once again she turned to leave. He quickly blocked her path and actually laughed at her feeble attempts to leave.

“Going so soon?” his words dripped with challenge.

“Get out of my way!” she screamed as she tried once again to leave.

Ahhhh he thought to himself. She will indeed be the spirited one I’ve searched for each weekend. His thoughts quickly compared her to all the other females he had seen recently and none could even begin to compare to her. Yes, he had been to her office. As a matter-of-face, he had been there for months upon months. His enticement with this ‘game’ throughout the office building had left her unscathed and very unmoving as to participate. She was the ultimate prize he had sought. He couldn’t help but wonder as to what predicament made her change her mind and decide to finally participate. He had almost given up that she might even want to. She always seemed so aloof under that sensual exterior. His thoughts returned as she darted past him quickly.

Within three steps he had captured her within his arms as she tried desperately to fight against him. He could feel her heartbeat as he languorously held her waiting for the precise moment of her surrender. He had patience and would give her time.

As she finally realized that all her efforts were not helping she calmed down but inwardly she was still fuming. She admonished herself for even thinking this would be an enjoyable weekend. She shivered slightly but not from the cold. His nearness was playing havoc on her nerves as his hands began to move up and down her arms. Such delicious tingles coursed through her.

When he began to kiss her neck again he could feel the fight leaving her and being replaced by desire. He no longer had to hold her as his hand moved around to begin roaming over her body. The wine had left her quite mellow yet had heightened all her senses.

He leaned down close to her ear and whispered.

“You didn’t really want to leave my little vixen, did you?” 

He turned her slowly as his eyes looked deep within her own. Her body was now shaking as his gaze penetrated her defenses as if he could see completely into her soul. He saw what he wanted, what he had waited for months to see, her desire awakening …for him.

His lips claimed hers in a simple kiss yet quickly turned to the most passionate kiss she had ever known. She needed him and wanted him. He was right, for she did not want to leave. His hands found her breasts and began to tease her nipples. Soft moans escaped as she felt tingles rushing throughout her body causing her knees to feel weak. His hand pushed the flimsy material aside and his lips began to roam over her breasts spreading kisses which elicited even more sighs as she gave herself to him. She no longer cared where she was…all she needed was him…..now. 

As he sensed her complete surrender he kissed her lips again. She did not realize what she did to him as she leaned against him …invitingly.

The music, the party, were forgotten as he lifted her small frame into his arms. She asked no questions as he easily carried her. All she wanted now was to be completely alone with him. For him to extinguish these flames he had awakened…ease the aching that now seemed to threatening to consume her. 

Alone in his room, he watched her as he began to undress. Their eyes met and held. No words were spoken as she reached for the zipper and slowly allowed the only garment separating them to fall to the floor. She stood before him in only her stockings as she waited for his touch. 

His eyes devoured her beautiful and sensuous body….admiring the rosy tips of nipples that spoke of her desire, her hips so shapely. The few candles that burned softly in his room cast a romantic glow as he stepped towards her.

He looked deep in her eyes and smiled. He could see the question she left unasked. And as if hearing her thoughts he reached up to remove his mask. 

Her eyes widened at the recognition of ‘who’ he actually was. She backed away instinctively and stopped as the bed prohibited any further movement.

“Where are you going?” he asked as his smile disappeared. The want and need was now quite evident in his eyes. 

She did not answer as she stood…waiting. He came up to her and again started kissing her dissolving all doubts once again. His body was now so close to hers that she could feel his desire as well. His hands began their exploration of her body as he pushed her back on the bed. His lips caressed her like a gentle breeze covering every inch of her and causing her arch against his fingertips….wanting….more. 

“aahhhhh …..yessss,” she softly moaned as her eyes closed and she enjoyed each new sensation that he gave. His lips began to lick and caress her breasts, sucking on each nipple causing her to moan even more. She held his head close….closer….as the tingles that raged through her body seem to be edging her nearer and nearer to release. His lips continued to kiss and tease as he felt her clinging to him and began to tremble. Suddenly her body arched against him as she cried out and gave way to the waves that claimed her body.

With wild abandon she now reached for his body…..wanting him closer. He looked up into her eyes and smiled as he lightly kissed her and allowed his hands to roam down her body. He watched her intently….seeing the emotions building. The depth of her desire was like a mirror for his own. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

His hand teased her legs, slowly opening them to his gentle touch. His breath caught at her beauty as his fingers caressed her smooth nether lips. As her eyes closed again he began to kiss his way down her body. Her arousal was evident as his lips kissed the insides of her legs which opened further…..invitingly. She softly moaned as his tongue licked, moving closer to her petal of desire. At the first touch of his tongue on her soft mound she gasped and arched against him. He held her hips as his fingers and tongue began to tease her clit with small circles around and around. He felt her wetness as his fingers began to explore within her soft folds.

“mmmmmmm oh yessssssssss….” she moaned as her body moved against him. He licked and sucked until she war writhing and bucking against him His finger was now joined by a second one as he moved them in and out of her faster, and faster. Once again she felt the waves of impending release as he continued to suck on her while his fingers found the exact spot to send her spiraling into orgasm. He felt her muscles grasping at his fingers as she climaxed. She cried out with intense moans as she rode the waves of passions release.

His body moved over hers slowly …

(to be continued…)