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The Piano

By: Lazarus



James sat back in the cramped seats of the airliner. His long legs made flying uncomfortable. But in spite of is discomfort he could not help smiling to himself. He was finally going home. It was the longest time he had been away; he missed her terribly. Even more he had remained faithful. Not that it was difficult, he only had eyes for her, he sighed. The worst part was that his dorm style accommodations made it impossible for him to even relieve himself. 

His thoughts were centered on her. She had insisted he wear his tuxedo for tonight. He got a number of looks going through the airport but still he complied. At least partially. He had his jacket and tie in the hanging compartment waiting to be put on before he left the airport. He pulled out the envelope containing her last letter and sniffed her perfume still lingering on it. 

He read the fantasy she had written once again and felt himself stiffen reading her words. He imagined her in the bath as she had written and how he surprised her with wine and a rub. 

James was startled from his revelry by the captain's announcement that they were preparing for landing. He soon found himself in the airport with his bags collected. He saw a vendor selling roses and thought a single red one seemed a nice touch for whatever she had planned. 

As he walked towards the taxi area a uniformed chauffeur approached him. "Are you Mr. Smith?" he asked. James said he was and the chauffeur proceeded to explain that he would be taking him to his destination. 

"Nice," James thought as he was lead to the waiting limo. He was soon settled in the soft leather interior while the driver put away his bags. James saw the chilled bottle of champagne already opened and poured himself a glass in the elegant crystal beside it. 

As they left the airport he began to wonder where they were going. He recognized the area but did not know the destination. The driver was totally silent. Soon he began to relax from the hustle and bustle and finished his glass. He pulled the scented letter out again and reread it. The anticipation of seeing her combined with the setting soon made him aroused again. He adjusted himself and waited. 

Soon they pulled up in front of a night club. He was not familiar with the place but it appeared to be an upscale Jazz club with lots of chrome and glass. The driver moved to let James out while he asked if he could take his glass. Hearing that he could James filled two and got out. 

He moved toward the door a single rose and two glasses of champagne in his hand. The driver opened the door for him and he walked inside. 

As he stepped from the daylight into the dark building he was temporarily blinded. James paused to allow his eyes to adjust. As he began to see he saw a dimly lit piano in the back of the room. What he saw then took his breath away. She was there on the piano dressed only in a men's shirt, black stockings and heels. Her long blond hair cascaded down her shoulders. 

She watched him enter and the look on his face as he entered. She could not help feeling her own breath quicken as she watched him move toward her. His tuxedo was accentuated by the dark room and the single rose he carried. Then she saw the champagne and smiled. 

Seeing her in the soft floodlight on the piano with soft music broke down his control. He rushed to her set down the glasses on the piano and took her in his arms. She melted in his arms and they kissed. All of their longing flowed through their lips as they locked in their embrace. The kiss went on. 

Finally they broke their kiss. James took a deep breath filling his nostrils with her scent and stood up. Lust filled him as he gazed upon the scene she had so carefully set. 

He looked longing into her eyes and saw the same lust as was in his. He reached for her again and kissed softly on the lips then nibbled her neck as his hands found her breasts, straining to be free of the shirt. He caressed her as gently as his passion would allow. She moaned softly into his ear and he felt himself beginning to lose control. 

He ran his hands down her body while he kissed slowly down her neck then her cleavage. One hand undid the straining buttons as his lips kissed gently down her full breasts. 

His hands easily opened the buttons of her blouse as his lips continued their hot trail down her heaving breasts. He stopped to squeeze them together with his hands as he began to lick the nipples. She moaned in pleasure as he sucked them into his mouth. She moaned again as he abruptly stopped and began to move slowly down her stomach. He kissed her thigh softly then plunged hungrily onto her wet lips. He savored her scent and the taste as she laid back and allowed him to eat her in earnest. 

James felt his tongue causing the desired effect. She began to moan and her heels dug into his back pushing him closer. He could feel her getting closer and knew it was time to reluctantly stop. 

She moaned in protest as he pulled away from her. But watched him hungrily as he unzipped his tuxedo trousers and pulled out his manhood throbbing and glistening in anticipation. She pulled him close as she scooted to the edge of the piano. Then he entered her and together they were finally whole time seemed to stop as they joined in the intensity of passion delayed. Both gasped as the pleasure took hold and slowly they ground against one another. She looked away and saw the image of him taking her on the piano him in his tux; the flower framing the photo as they were locked together in ecstasy. The erotic image of the scene burned in her minds eye, and she knew she would replay it for many years to come. As they continued their rising passion, her attention was drawn back to the task at hand. 

James felt his pace quicken and her moaning was putting him over the edge. The whole scene was so erotic he knew he would not have much time left. At least he knew it was not going to end with just this one time so he relaxed. Just as her pace quickened and she pulled him deeper into her. She began to moan as she squeezed him tightly. The rhythmic contractions of her vagina began and James knew it was all he could hope for just to hold on as she set of the chain reaction starting deep in his balls. He could feel the heat pulsing through him as her contractions became more intense and her moans turned into passionate screams. He exploded the force of six months inside her filling her with his desire. Pulsing and spewing the hot cum and pent up passion as they grabbed one another in ecstasy then collapsed on the piano in joy of satisfaction. 

The Piano



Being a musician, Brian collected instruments; but not for long. Just long enough to acquire the next better thing at which point the earlier "must-have" would be listed on Craig's List for sale. He thought to himself at times that it was kind of like a mania of sorts. To be totally and completely committed to obtaining "THAT PIANO", and then after buying it, when something better came into his sights, to abruptly become totally absorbed in getting the next one. He wondered to himself sometimes if he would ever truly be so satisfied with a piano he bought that he would never again lust for another.

'You would think,' he thought to himself with a laugh, 'that at forty five years of age, I could get my priorities straight.'

He shrugged to himself and continued to write the ad on his PC. 

'For Sale: Used electric piano. Several acoustic and electric piano voices, organs, horns and others; effects bank; weighted keys so it feels just like a full sized acoustic piano. For more details e-mail the address below.'

He perused the wording for a moment and then uploaded it to the site; that done, he pushed it out of his mind and then went on with the rest of his day.

He was surprised when he returned from grocery shopping to see that his ad had already scored a hit. He opened the e-mail and read.

'It sounds like your piano is exactly what I've been looking for. When can I see it?'

He hit reply and wrote that anytime this weekend would be a good time and then sent it off. He was even more surprised when he got a response to it within minutes. In it, there was a phone number and a name, Rachel Williams. He went to his phone and dialed and the call was answered almost immediately.

"Hello," he heard a girl's voice say.

"Hi, is this Rachel?" he said.

"Yes, is this Brian?" she said excitedly. "Are you the one with the piano?"

'That's right I am." 

"Oh I'd love to see it! Can I come over this afternoon?"

Brian thought for a moment and agreed. He gave her the address and she explained it might take her awhile to get there because she'd be taking the bus. He told her not to worry about it because he didn't have any concrete plans, so she should get there whenever she could. She sighed with relief and then hung up.

Brian went about his business, preparing a meal so he could eat and clean up before her arrival and changing into some casual shorts and a loose button-down shirt. It was hot and, although the AC was going full blast, there was still a lot of heat and humidity in his apartment.

He settled down to watch some TV and eventually got bored. He decided to play some computer games for awhile and was soon lost in his own world; so much so that he was surprised to hear a diffident knock on the door.

He turned off his game and then went to the door. Standing in the hall was a girl with brown hair pulled into a ponytail and glasses with dark brown rims; she looked to be in her early thirties. She had a full skirt on that reached to her shins and a small tank-top that was soaking wet from the heat outside. She was also carrying a button-down sweater over her arm and he guessed she had worn it to cover up the tank-top. She didn't look like the type to wear a small chemise like that in public, In fact, Brian's first impression when he looked at her could be summed up in one word; mousey. She had obviously underestimated the heat of the day before she left her own place.

"Come in," Brian said with a smile. "You must be Rachel."

She smiled shyly and stepped through the door. Her facial expression immediately changed from aggravation from the heat to relief as she felt the cooler air in the apartment. She smiled and sighed as she walked through to the living room and turned to Brian.

"Wow," she said, "I can't believe how hot it is outside!"

"I know," Brian said. "It is pretty warm out there. Can I offer you a drink? I have lemonade or I could make some coffee."

"Oh yes!" she said gratefully. "I'd love a hot coffee!"

Brian smiled and offered her a chair and then went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine up. After that he guided her to the piano in the music room.

"Well here it is!" he said with a flourish. "You can look at it and play it as much as you like while we wait for the coffee."

Rachel's eyes lit up and she touched the piano lightly with one hand, gently running her fingers almost the whole length of the keyboard and looking down at it lovingly. She sat down and tentatively played a soft chord; the sound of the piano made her smile and she began to play a piece that Brian recognized but didn't know the title of.

He watched her as she became more absorbed in her playing. She was studying the keys in front of her, her fingers fleeting lightly from one to another, her touch becoming more and more certain as she played. The sound of her playing eventually filled the entire apartment and, he knew, could probably be heard in the hall outside as well.

'The neighbors will know it's not me playing.' He thought to himself with a chuckle. 'She's much better than I ever will be!'

He went to prepare the coffee and listened as she continued to play. It was obvious that she loved music and was making the piano do things he had never been able to do. Brian was strictly what he liked to call "a banger", someone who hammered out chords while the rest of the band made it sound good.

After a long time she sat back and sighed heavily. She looked at Brian with a big smile, her eyes lighting up briefly, and then she blushed.

"I love it!" she said with feeling. "It sounds beautiful!"

Brian nodded and sat back to sip his coffee. She continued to look at him and Brian could sense there was something she was not telling him, at least not yet.

"You like it then?" he said.

"Oh yes, it's wonderful!" she said. "I have a small problem though."

Brian cocked his head to one side and tried not to let the internal grimace he was feeling show on his face.

"Oh?" he said blandly. "What kind of problem?"

She blushed again and frowned as she looked at the floor. She looked back up and but her bottom lip.

"Well..." she stammered. "I want it! I really do! But... I only have three hundred dollars."

She blushed a deep red when she said it and she had a pained expression on her face. She looked at the floor once more and Brian felt kind of bad for her. He could see that the coming conversation was going to be painful for both of them.

"The price is five hundred." He said in an even voice. 

She looked at him again and grimaced, her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. She bit her lip again and the pained expression returned to her face.'

"I know it is," she said with a whine. "I just thought that you could, you know, lower the price a bit. You know, negotiate a little?"

"Negotiate?" Brian said with a frown. "That's only a little over half of what I'm asking for it. I'm willing to negotiate, but I'm not going to cut the price almost in half!"

Rachel's face fell and she stared at the floor for a long time. When she looked up Brian could see the beginnings of tears welling in her eyes.

'Oh no!' he thought with an internal groan, 'now she's going to start crying!'

He forced himself to meet her eye without showing any emotion. He knew he could let himself get caught up in her emotional state and end up practically giving her the piano. He steeled himself and waited for her to speak.

"Isn't there something you could do?" she asked in a pleading voice.

Brian shook his head and frowned again. He pursed his lips and looked at her again just in time to see her making a fanning motion with the bottom hem of her skirt. She was trying to cool her self off and, in doing so, had shown Brian what appeared to be a very nice pair of legs. 

'Mousey or not,' he thought to himself, 'this girl has a killer body!'

He raised his eyes to look at her once more and frowned again.

"I don't know what it is you want me to do?" he said. "I'm asking for five hundred dollars; what is it you're expecting me to say?"

She drew her lip into a pout and turned to him with a sad expression.

"I know," she said, "it's a lot to ask and I'm sorry. I was just hoping we could, I don't know, barter or something."

"Barter?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "What kind of barter? What have you got to trade?"

The hopeful look that gleamed in her eye for a moment died suddenly and she looked from side to side in desperation as she tried to think. As she did so her hand went to the top of her chemise. Without thinking about it she started fanning herself again and Brian caught a few glimpses of her cleavage; enough so that he knew without doubt that she was not wearing a bra. His eyes were drawn to the outline of her nipples which had begun to pucker and get hard. With an effort he raised his eyes once more to meet hers.

"Well?" Brian said, "What can you trade for it?"

Her eyes became intense then and she bit her lower lip fiercely.

"I could trade services for it!" she exclaimed, her eyes going wide with excitement.

Brian creased his eyebrows and frowned.

"What kind of services?" he said dubiously.

"I could cook!" she said eagerly, "or clean; I'm very neat!"

Brian gave her a doubtful look and shook his head slowly.

"I don't think so," he said. "I don't have a big place and I can keep it up just fine by myself."

She grimaced again and slapped her hand on her thigh. She adjusted her skirt again, fanning her legs again and stretching her feet out in front of her. This gave Brian an unobstructed view of her legs all the way up most of her thighs and he felt his cock twitch as he looked. Completely absorbed in her thought process, Rachel was oblivious to what she was showing as she fanned herself.

"Damn it!" she said. "I've just got to have this piano! It's perfect for me! There must be something I could do for you!"

Brian shook his head again and shrugged.

"I honestly can't think of anything that I need you to do."

Rachel sighed heavily and opened her handbag, looking wistfully at the envelope containing the wad of bills. She knew there was only three hundred dollars in there and that was still going to make paying her bills a little difficult for this month. There was just no way she could take the extra two hundred dollars from her bank account. She wouldn't be able to pay the rent if she did that. She crossed and then uncrossed her legs then stretched them out in front of herself again, then began fanning her upper chest with her tank-top again.

"I'll tell you what." Brian said finally, unable to remove his gaze from the cleavage she was intermittently exposing. "There is one thing you could do for me."

Rachel looked at him with renewed hope, her face expectant and exultant.

"Yes?" she said eagerly.

"Have sex with me." He said simply.

Rachel's face froze. She continued to stare into his eyes, looking for the tell-tale signs that what he had said was a joke. There were none; he met her gaze and his expression didn't change.

"What?" she said quietly.

"Have sex with me," Brian said, "and I'll let you have the piano for three hundred."

Rachel sat back and inhaled deeply. She could feel the piano at her lower back and she looked around the room with the sudden realization that she was alone in a strange man's apartment wearing just a loose skirt and a flimsy little top; a top that she knew was probably showing off a lot more of her than she normally would. She swallowed nervously and blinked a couple of times, trying not to panic as the fear in her rose. She thought she could scream if he attacked her, but there was no telling if anyone would respond to her cries for help if she tried. She looked at him again trying to gauge his mood. Was he angry? Would he attack her and ravish her? Would he even let her leave this place alive?

Visions of TV shows and movies where young women found them selves in dangerous situations were fleeting through her mind and she gave a start when Brian stood up.

"I'm going to get some more coffee." He said in a friendly voice. "Would you like some?"

She nodded nervously and tried not to show her fear.

"You know," Brian called to her from the kitchen as he fixed the coffees for them, "I can tell that's not something you're prepared to do so just forget I mentioned it."

She watched him as he returned. He was carrying the two cups and he smiled as he placed hers on the table to her side. She began to tremble as Brian approached and gave a start when the cup was placed on the table. She didn't take her eyes off of him as he moved away. Despite his friendly smile, she was more fearful now than she had ever been in her life.

'Oh my God!' she thought frantically, 'he's just like a serial killer, smiling sweetly and being charming, just like you see on CSI!'

Brian looked at her curiously, realizing that his suggestion had been a shock to her, but unable to understand why she looked so nervous right now. 

"I can tell you're pretty uncomfortable," he said with a friendly smile, "and I'm sorry if I upset you. I wouldn't be offended if you wanted to leave."

She blinked again and a tear welled in her left eye as she stared at him. She was trembling and clutching her handbag fiercely as she stared at him, her eyes as big as saucers.

"Seriously," he said gently, "if you want to leave you can. I can see that my offer has you a little freaked out."

She continued to stare at him and stood up slowly, afraid he would tackle her if she moved too quickly. He smiled and stood up and then went to the door. She closed her eyes shut, expecting in her fear that he was about to block her way to the door and the only way to freedom.

Instead she heard the door open and she dared to open her eyes again.

"Thanks for coming," he said casually. "I'm sorry we couldn't come to an agreement."

She shuffled slowly to the door, expecting any minute for him to slam it shut and then laugh demonically. Instead he smiled and offered his hand as she reached the doorway.

Almost in a daze, she shook it and then she was in the hallway and the door to his apartment was closed. 

She walked slowly at first and then more and more quickly toward the front door of the building and then she was at the door leading to the outside. The heat and humidity hit her in the face as she stepped through it and she tried not to hyperventilate.

With her limbs trembling and her breathing still ragged from the feelings of terror she had just experienced, she walked quickly to the bus stop. When she got there she looked back to the apartment building to ensure she was indeed safe. Brian had not followed her outside and his apartment was on the opposite side of the building so he couldn't possibly be watching her from his window either. 

Up the street she saw the bus coming and she began breathing normally for the first time since she'd heard Brian's bizarre proposition. The bus stopped and the doors opened and Rachel climbed aboard, flashing her bus pass at the driver as she walked past him. She took a seat right up front and began to relax. 

'Wow, the nerve of that guy!' she thought to herself, 'thinking that I'd actually sleep with him, just to get a piano!'

She sniffed quietly as the enormity of his suggestion started to sink in. She narrowed her eyes and sniffed indignantly again.

'Who does he think he is anyway?' she thought. 

She shook her head and then thought about the piano. It was a really good one; not the best perhaps, but definitely a good one. The sound it produced was almost as good as a concert grand, which was saying something for an electronic keyboard.

'Maybe it would be worth it,' she thought with a slight grin. 'It sure was a nice piano!'

She frowned and rolled her eyes in exasperation. 

'Now let's not go there!' she told herself firmly. 'It doesn't matter whether it's the best piano in the world or that it's been months since the last time! Exchanging sex for that kind of thing can't lead to anything good!'

Completely unbidden a mental image popped into her head. She was lying on her back and Brian was on top of her. They were both fully clothed but he was moving his hips rhythmically back and forth. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, her skirt bunched up at her tummy and her arms were around his neck. She could hear herself grunting and moaning in time with his movements, her body responding to his with overwhelming need.

She shook her head quickly, purging the image from her head and then gulped. Her eyes were wide and she found that she was gasping slightly.

'Wow' she said to herself. 'Where did that come from?'

She stared out the window trying to concentrate on the passing scenery. She looked at small shops and apartment buildings of every size and shape. She looked at small parkettes, some with swings where kids played, others that were simply a green space in the middle of the city. 

The bus lurched to a stop and she peered around the vinyl barrier behind the driver to see the traffic backed up as far as the eye could see. They were still a long way from the subway station and she sighed heavily and sat back, the stifling heat causing the sweat to bead and fall between her breasts. She grabbed the neck of her tank-top and fanned herself and sighed again.

The stop in traffic didn't seem to be moving at all and everyone on the bus began to get restless including Rachel. She looked out the windows, trying to find something to look at to no avail. It was a residential neighborhood like any other in the city; small shops and the occasional public building could be seen in the distance. In her boredom, she began to think of music; she was listening to herself play the piano. She was playing a piece by Chopin, her fingers moving lightly but firmly over the keys. She closed her eyes, allowing the music in her head to overwhelm her. 

She saw herself playing the piano, bent over the keys from a standing position. She was having some trouble playing and then she saw Brian standing behind her, his pants around his ankles. He was holding her hips with her skirt thrown up over her back and he was driving himself into her, sliding his cock all the way in and then all the way out in time to the rhythm of her playing.

She continued to play, switching now to a Mozart piece, slowing the rhythm and, in turn, slowing Brian's rhythm down. He was now sliding back and forth slowly, his cock moving in a slight circular motion as he corkscrewed his hips. As he pushed in, he raised himself on his toes and bent slightly to the right. As he withdrew, he bent his knees slightly and twisted to the left. In again and up to the right; out again and down to the left. He moved with an inexorable beat, completely in time with the slow cadence she had set.

She saw herself gasp and then she was pounding out an episode from Beethoven's fifth symphony, the bass notes cascading one after the other, her hands pounding the keys in the same way that Brian was pounding into her. The keys fell under her fingers, the notes coming in eighths and sixteenths time, the climax to the piece just eight bars away. As he continued pounding her, she increased the rhythm, her fingers flying over the keys. She was breathing heavily and sobbing in time to Brian's assault on her pussy. As the climax approached, he drove into her with more intensity. With a flourish, she was banging on the keys, playing the final chords to the piece as he drove in the final chords to his performance. She gave a long low moan and sagged, her arms over top the piano and her face resting on the keys.

She opened her eyes with a start to see a black woman staring at her from across the aisle in shock. She swallowed heavily and turned to see the driver twisting around from his seat to look at her as well.




The Piano



"Are you okay Miss?" he said, his brows creasing together. 

She nodded and blushed heavily.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said weakly.

"Well what's all the groaning about then?" he said in exasperation.

Rachel blushed even more and swallowed again.

"Sorry," she said hesitantly, "I uh... I had a cramp in my leg."

The driver shook his head nastily and stared at her hard.

"Well try to keep it down would you." He grunted. "You scared me half to death!"

She blushed again and forced herself to stare at the floor, ignoring the gawking looks she was getting from some of the other passengers. Abruptly, she stood up and went to the door.

"Can you let me off here please?" she said to the driver.

"It's against the rules!" he grumbled. "I could get in trouble for letting you off between stops!"

"It's my leg," she said, reaching down to massage a phantom pain. "It's cramping up again. I might start groaning again if it hurts too much. I just want to walk it off."

He grimaced and grumbled but opened the door. She stepped off the bus and then did her best to disappear from the view of any of the passengers by stepping behind the corner of a convenience store. She looked back toward the bus by leaning slightly around the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

She put her back to the wall and looked up and down the street. She saw a park a little ways off and started walking.

Once there she sat on the closest bench and stared into the distance. Her face was still burning from embarrassment but at least there was no one staring at her anymore. She sighed and began pulling at the neck of her tank-top to fan herself when she realized that her nipples were hard as a rock and each time her light top touched them they tingled with desire.

She stared at the ground and tried to make the feeling go away, but it had been months since her last night of intimacy. Even then, like most of her sexual encounters, they were with men who she had admired for their intelligence or their artistic prowess. They had not been men of passion and their sexual technique had been... less than hoped for.

Brian, although seemingly intelligent, had exuded an air of passion and a hint of something wild under his calm exterior. While older than her, he had been good looking as the boy-next-door type; or older-man-next-door type she decided. 

She closed her eyes once more and saw herself lying on her back again; this time she was naked. Brian was kneeling between her upraised thighs, his face bent close to her pussy. He was fully clothed and the feelings of being overpowered, of being under his spell swept through her like a tidal wave. She was tingling all over now and she felt a surge of desire radiate outward from her pussy. In her mind's eye she saw him touch her tenderly with his tongue, gently flicking at her clitoris. She shuddered and her hand went to her mound, pressing against the outside of her skirt. She looked around to see that she was alone but she was in the middle of the park, in full view of the street and a number of houses close by.

She got up and found a bench in a stand of trees, the air still hot and humid but slightly less oppressive. She sat down on the bench and sighed as she realized just how horny she was. Her nipples were puckered and hard and her panties were wet, partially from the heat of the day, but mostly because of the wetness seeping from her pulsating vagina.

With a last look around to ensure no one could see, she pushed her hand down the front of her skirt and into her panties. Sighing softly, she began to rub her finger across her hooded clitoris. She closed her eyes and moaned and then her clitoris was peeking out from beneath its protective cover. She sighed again and then put her other hand up the inside of her skirt, pushing the peasant dress up and to the side. She reached into the leg hole of her underwear and slid her finger along her pussy lips. She moaned once more and looked around to see she was still alone. 

She stood up just long enough to slide her panties off and then dropped them into her handbag. She then went behind the bench and crouched down with her legs bent and her knees as far apart as she could push them. She reached underneath her with both hands and began touching herself. She placed one finger at her opening and pushed it in, sighing softly as it penetrated her. She held her lips open with the other fingers and started sliding the one digit in and out slowly. With her other hand she was pushing back the hood over her clitoris and rubbing at it softly. She continued to watch over the back of the bench, on the look out for intruders coming her way, as she swayed and ground against her hand.

Never a screamer during sex, she made quiet little moaning sounds, humming her desire softly as her fingers continued to manipulate her vagina. Rolling her clitoris between the fingers of one hand, she pushed three of her fingers held tightly together as deeply inside her as they would go. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt the orgasm building and then her legs began to tremble. With a final gasp, the thrill traveled from her pussy to her nipples and then seemed to lodge behind her eyes as she climaxed.

Breathing heavily from her orgasm she stood and then sat on the bench once more. Her chest was heaving and her fingers were coated with her juices. She realized with a shock that while she masturbated, she had thought of Brian the whole time. The images had varied; sometimes he was naked, sometimes he had been clothed. The one constant picture in her mind was the piano. They had made love beside it, with her draped over top of it and sometimes she had played it while he fucked her, but it was always there. Although she had only seen him the once, there was a certainty in her mind that he could satisfy her in ways that none of her previous lovers ever had. 

She shook her head sadly in the realization that she was now becoming enamored of a man she had only just met. With a heavy sigh she began to gather her things up and pulled her phone out of her purse. She dialed Brian's number and he answered after two rings.

"Hello?" he said.

"Two fifty!" Rachel said breathlessly. 

"What?" he said in confusion.

"You said three hundred," she said. "I'll give you two fifty."

There was a pause and Rachel waited tensely. 

"The piano!" She said with more confidence. "I'll give you two fifty!"

"Rachel?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes it's me," she said in a quieter voice. 

"Where are you?" he asked.

"I'm at the subway station." She lied. Her voice, so assertive and confident when she'd first called, was beginning to sound a little meeker. "I'm... I didn't know what to say when I was there. You... I was surprised at what you said and I... I guess I was a little scared too."

"Well I could tell you were uncomfortable," he said. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you like that. I was just trying to..."

"I know," she said quietly. "I... I over reacted a little bit. I thought... well I was afraid you..."

"You thought I might hurt you?" he said.

"Yes." She said almost in a whisper. 

"I'm sorry," he said again. "I should have known better. I didn't mean to scare you. Just forget I mentioned it."

"What?" she asked in alarm.

"Just forget it." he said again. "Maybe it just wasn't meant to be."

"But," she said quickly, "I... I mean, well, we could, I just want to, you know, negotiate."

"Negotiate?" he asked. "You mean you're considering it?"

"Yes," she said a little too loudly. "We could do it, but we'll make it two fifty, not three hundred."

There was another pause and she bit her lip as she waited.

"Okay," he said after a long time. "But there's a condition."

"What kind of condition?" Rachel asked nervously.

"It won't be quick and dirty," he said, "we'll take our time."

"What does that mean?" she asked as her nipples hardened and her pussy began to throb once more.

"I mean," He said, "it won't just be sex for the sake of sex. It'll be slower and more... intimate; like we're making love, like we mean it."

Rachel paused and her breathing became a little heavier. 

"What do you mean," she said, "like we mean it?"

Why don't I come and meet you," Brian said, "We'll have coffee somewhere and discuss it. It'll be easier to talk in person."

"I'll come there," she said quickly, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to choke her. "I'll be there soon."

She hung up and swallowed hard. She was having some trouble breathing properly and she was afraid once more that she was going to hyperventilate. She forced herself to relax and closed her eyes as she pictured herself playing the piano. 

This time she pictured herself playing from Brian's lap. She felt a tingle rush through her as she imagined his hands inside her top gently caressing her breasts; she started breathing heavily as she thought about it and her pussy glowed in response. She stood up and sighed again.

"Mister," she said quietly, "you'd better be good! I'm going crazy just thinking about all this! I'd hate to be disappointed after all this build-up."

She walked to the bus stop and groaned quietly as she saw it was the same driver who had dropped her off at the park. He stopped and gave her a sour look as she stepped up to show him her pass.

"Try to keep the noise down this time okay?" he grumbled. 

Rachel smiled awkwardly and sat at the seat right behind him. He glowered at her as she passed and then pulled out into traffic. Rachel watched him for a short time and then her attention drifted to the other riders. It was a typical hot day on the city transit system. With no air conditioning, the heat on the bus was stifling. People were dressed for the heat with short sleeves and light clothing, but the humidity made everyone uncomfortable. 

She grabbed the open neck of her top and fanned at herself, looking down at the valley between her breasts and at her nipples. As she looked at them they hardened slightly as she pictured Brian with his lips wrapped around one of them, his hand caressing the other. She looked up again and noticed a woman a few seats away who had been watching her as she opened her top. The woman frowned as she looked at her then shook her head and turned to look out the window. Rachel blushed and settled back in her chair with her eyes fixed on the floor.

As her stop approached she rang the bell and stood up. The driver stopped and opened the door. She stepped off the bus and stood still as it pulled away. Then she was staring at Brian's apartment building right across the street. She swallowed hard again and the butterflies in her stomach were reaching into her throat. 

'Can I really do this?' she thought. 'Can I really make love to a man I've just met for the first time less than an hour ago?'

She gulped nervously and looked up the street to see another bus heading this way toward the subway station. She could get on that bus and get away from this whole situation; it was that easy. 

She tried to think about the piano and then realized with a start that this wasn't about a piano anymore; this was about sex. More to the point, this was about sex with Brian, the man she'd met for the first time less than an hour ago. She tried to think negative thoughts about him; something that would convince her to leave.

She conjured up the idea that he was a pig for bringing up the idea of exchanging sex for a discount on the piano in the first place. 

'He was a pig for saying that!' she told herself sternly. 'He should be ashamed of himself for saying that kind of thing to a decent girl!'

She wondered then whether decent girls masturbated in parks as they fantasized about getting fucked from behind over a piano. She blushed and sat at the bench provided for the bus stop.

She then brought up the idea that he was so damned smug; suggesting that sex for barter was no big deal. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she gritted her teeth.

'I'll bet he thinks girls just fall all over him whenever he opens his mouth!' she thought.

She thought then about his mouth with those marvelously soft lips as they kissed all the way down from her collar bone to her tummy. A shiver passed over her then and she put her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. She stared at the ground as her conflicting emotions ran roughshod over her, and then she heard her name.

"Rachel?" 

She looked up and saw Brian walking across the street toward her.

"Rachel!" he said with a smile. "I thought that was you. I was just on my way to the store to get a soda. What are you doing sitting here?"

She looked up at him and the fear was back. Her eyes were big as saucers and her breath was caught in her throat.

Brian nodded knowingly and smiled again.

"You changed your mind again huh?" he said. "I understand. It's a big thing and I get it, really I do."

She looked up at him, still unable to speak.

"I just don't want you to think badly of me you know." He said, sitting on the bench but leaving a couple of feet of empty space between them. "I know we don't know each other, but I'd hate to think there was someone out there who thought I was some kind of pig."

She looked up at him as he said those words and he was wearing a friendly smile. She didn't trust herself to speak but she gave him a shy smile in return.

"Let me take you out to dinner." He said. "It's the least I can do for getting you so upset."

Rachel gaped in surprise and then he was holding out his hand to her.

"Come on," he said, "we'll go to a nice restaurant with proper air conditioning. Do you like steak?"

Unable to resist, Rachel let him take her hand and then he was leading her across the street. He went to his car and held the door open for her then went around to the other side to get in.

"I know it's hot now," he said wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "but the AC will kick in shortly."

He took her to a steak house about fifteen minutes away. He made small talk most of the time, talking about the weather, his music and many other things. Rachel was grateful he never once mentioned the piano he was selling or what she may or may not have agreed to.

They had wine with dinner and Rachel finally started to open up. She even laughed out loud at some of his jokes. At one point she found herself gazing into his eyes as he described a weekend in Algonquin with his friends. He said he didn't have many friends in the city, that most of them were in his hometown far away and she smiled sympathetically.

Long after they had finished their dinner, and after Rachel's third glass of wine, he pulled out his wallet to pay for dinner. He led her to the car and held the door for her once more, taking her by the elbow to help her settle in. She felt a thrill as he touched her and she turned toward him. She locked her gaze on to his and then she leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"You gave me quite the fright you know." She said into his ear as she hugged him. "I thought you were some kind of... some kind of..."

"Masher?" he said with a chuckle. 

"Yes!" she agreed as she kissed him once more, allowing her tongue to dance over his lips seductively. "You were a masher!"

He returned her kiss and then held her at arm's length.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he said, cocking his head to one side.

She giggled and pulled him close again.

"Not in the least!" she said as she nuzzled his neck with her chin.

"Maybe I'd better take you home." He said as he sat her down in the car. He reached across to pull her seatbelt into place and then studied her face. "We can make a decision on the piano another day; when you haven't had any wine."

He got into the car and started it up.

"Let's go to your place." Rachel said as seductively as she knew how. "I've got a piano to earn!"

Brian chuckled and nodded.

"I'll make coffee when we get there." He said. "Then we can talk for awhile until you can make a decision without the wine affecting your judgment."

She giggled and sat back in the car seat, her head lolling toward him as she looked at him slyly.

"You should probably do me as soon as we get in the door!" she said with a laugh. "If you haven't noticed it yet, I'm a real prude, and I don't get laid that much."

Brian laughed and just kept driving.

"In fact," she said, reaching out to Brian's leg and gliding her finger tip up and down the length of his thigh, "the last time I got laid was over six months ago; and he finished before my nipples even got hard! It's a good thing he used some of that lubricating jelly, because I certainly wasn't lubed up!"

Brian grinned and glanced sideways at her. She was looking at him expectantly as if she were waiting for him to say something. He returned his attention to the road and kept driving.

"You wouldn't do that to me would you?" she said in a small voice. "You wouldn't leave a girl hanging like that would you? You'd be man enough to make me feel good before you finished wouldn't you?"

Brian shook his head and then they were stopped. 

"Come on," he said, "let's get some coffee."

He ushered her into the building, holding the door for her as they walked through. He led her to his apartment and then left her in the living room as he went to the kitchen.

By the time Brian finished making coffee, Rachel was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. She had her arms folded across her chest and there was an apprehensive look on her face.

He put the coffee in front of her and sat beside her on the couch with several inches of space between them. He sipped at his coffee and then smiled at her.

"We don't have to do this you know," he said.

Rachel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, looking him in the eye the whole time.

"I know," she said. "I could walk away right now and this whole thing could be just a memory."

She frowned and looked away for a moment and then met his eyes once more.

"I was pretty silly on the trip here wasn't I?" she said with a blush.

Brian pursed his lips and thought for a moment.

"Maybe a little bit," he said with a grin, "but I didn't mind. I thought it showed a lot of trust."

Rachel snorted and looked at the floor.

"You mean it showed how much wine I drank at dinner." She said.

Brian shrugged and touched her shoulder with his fingertip.

"I'll answer your question for you if you want." He said.

"What question?" she asked.

"No," he said quietly, "I wouldn't leave you hanging."

He leaned in to her and touched her lips gently with his. She looked him in the eye as he kissed her and he returned her gaze. His kiss was soft; not a probing soulful kiss but one that told her in simple terms, I'm here if you want me. 

He leaned back and smiled once more then reached for his coffee. 

"I'm going to have to be careful," he said. "If I drink too much of this stuff, I'll be up all night."

'I hope you are up all night!' the thought screamed through her mind as he looked at her.

Outwardly, she remained calm. Only a tiny flicker in her eyes betrayed her inner thoughts and she masked that by looking down at the space on the couch between them.

"You do realize that I'd never be here right now," she said nervously, "if it hadn't been for the wine, don't you?"

Brian shrugged and frowned a bit.

"Yeah I guess." He said, "But then, I don't think you would've drunk that wine if you didn't want to be here right now."

Rachel frowned too and looked down once more. She looked up then and this time her eyes were intent and her expression cool and resolute.

"Okay," she said. "Let's do this!"

Brian grinned in surprise and studied her for a moment.

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said with finality, "I'm positive. I'd like to take a shower first though. I've been wearing these clothes all day and with this heat, I'm sure I stink!"




The Piano



Brian laughed and led her to the washroom. He gave her some fresh towels and a bathrobe and pointed out a new tooth brush still in its packaging in the vanity.

"You might find the bathrobe a little oversized," he said, "and I confess I did wear it a couple of times since it was last washed, but it's mostly clean."

He left her then and she closed the door. She looked in the vanity mirror and frowned.

'I guess I'm really going to do this.' She said to herself. 

She paused and continued to stare at herself and then she began removing her clothes. She started the shower and climbed in gratefully, allowing the hot water to cascade over her body. She scrubbed her self clean, ignoring the tingling feelings she got when she washed her breasts and her vagina. She realized with a start that her pussy lips were swollen twice their normal size and each time she trailed her hand close to them she had to repress a shudder of excitement. 

After she was clean, she dried her hair with Brian's blow dryer and combed it back so it fell damply to her shoulders. Never one to fret too much over makeup, she was dismayed this time to see that she only had her lipstick in her bag and no eye liner or blush. She frowned and wondered to herself if she were being too fussy.

'It's not like we're falling in love or anything,' she thought, 'it's just sex.'

She shivered as the thought went through her mind and then steeled herself to finish what she'd started.

She looked at her clothes and then at the bathrobe and wondered which she should wear. She held up the bathrobe and nuzzled her nose into its interior. Brian's musk was there, not overpowering, just enough to smell it. Her nipples hardened then and she felt her pussy gush and that made up her mind. She put the robe on and hung her skirt and chemise on the bathroom door. 

When she walked out Brian was sitting in bed reading. It looked like he was naked but the covers were pulled up to his waist so she could only see that he was not wearing a shirt. She stood in the bedroom doorway trying her best to look seductive, although she was very uncomfortable doing it. She fidgeted and frowned as she put her back to the door jamb, her elbows pointed to her sides and her chest thrust forward. She didn't believe she looked terribly seductive at all.

Brian smiled and stared at her. He couldn't stop ogling her legs as they poked from beneath his robe. He also thought the cleavage she was showing where the robe crossed over her chest and up to her collar bone was very impressive. 

'What a body this girl has!' he thought as his cock stood to attention.

She saw the movement under the blanket and realized that he was as excited about them having sex as she was. That made her feel a lot better, but wondered still if that was a reaction that a man would have to any woman.

He smiled broadly and patted the bed beside him, beckoning her to come closer.

"You look great!" he said with feeling.

"You think so?" she asked shyly. "I'm a little surprised. I never really thought of myself as sexy."

"Well," he said heartily, "you are!"

Rachel blushed and stepped to the side of the bed.

"Isn't that," she said indicating his hard-on under the covers, "the way you'd react to any naked girl?"

Brian grinned and pulled the covers down to expose his cock, hard and twitching.

"Maybe," he said, "but I still think you look great!" 

Rachel looked at his cock and felt a new thrill run through her. She studied it as her nipples puckered and hardened under her robe and her pussy gushed yet again with desire. She slid sideways on to the bed beside him and studied him for a moment.

"I'm a little nervous." She said quietly.

"Me too," he answered honestly.

Brian leaned in to kiss her. She lay back and let him, offering her mouth dutifully, aware that she was doing this as part of their agreement. She even put her arms around his neck as he kissed her, meeting his tongue with hers and sharing the kiss.

Brian leaned back and looked at her curiously. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her.

She looked once more at his cock, unable to raise her eyes to his and nodded absently.

He smiled thoughtfully and then kissed her again. Again she responded, allowing him to have her completely. He put one hand on her waist outside the robe and slowly worked it upward to cup her breast. Her breathing quickened somewhat and she stiffened slightly but she didn't stop him. 

He put his hand on her skin, just below her collar bone and slid it inside the robe until it was resting on her bare tit. Her nipple hardened in response and Rachel took a rapid intake of breath and then relaxed again. He squeezed the nipple softly and moved his lips to her ear, nibbling gently on her lobe and whispering his desire.

Rachel swallowed heavily and looked at Brian with wide eyes. She whimpered quietly as he caressed her breast. She began to tremble and when Brian leaned down and took her nipple between his lips she shuddered with an audible sigh.

"Are you okay?" he asked her gently.

"Uh-huh!" she said quickly and then trembled again,

"We could stop," he said. "I could take you home right now or we could just go to sleep. We don't have to do this."

She shook her head rapidly and pulled him into her breasts once more, sighing heavily as she held him. 

He smiled and nuzzled her tit with his nose and then untied her robe. He pulled it open as he slid his hand downward, continuing to lick and kiss her tit as he put his hand over her mound.

She was wet; very wet! Her lips were swollen and the wispy hair around her pubis was matted with her juices.

He smoothed her pubic hair downward and lightly touched her opening with his finger. She groaned and her hips began moving almost of their own accord. He traced his fingertip up and down against her lips and hummed softly as he trailed his lips from her tit to her tummy. She tensed and sucked in a breath, following him with wide eyes.

He looked up and smiled devilishly.

"Do you mind?" he asked her teasingly as he darted his tongue out to flick at her clitoris.

She gasped and her hips spasmed.

"I could stop," he said as he lapped at her pussy lips, starting at her perineum just below her opening and all the way up to her lower belly.

She gasped again and then let out a long low moan. She gritted her teeth in anger though when he chuckled quietly to himself. He was driving her crazy and he knew it. With each touch of his lips, with each dart of his tongue he was causing sensations that threatened to leave her consumed. Her anger soon gave way to desire as he continued to probe her.

With a muffled sigh, he pushed his face into her pubis and began nuzzling, licking and nibbling. Brian smiled to himself and had the absurd thought that it was just like rocket science.

'For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.' he thought with a grin.

To experiment, he teased her lips with his tongue; she groaned and gyrated her hips sensually. He pushed his tongue deeply inside her; she gasped and thrust forward to meet him. He flicked his tongue at her clitoris several times in rapid succession; she gripped the sides of his head with her hands and clenched her thighs tightly around his neck. 

'Yup,' he thought laughing, 'it's just like rocket science!'

Rachel was gasping and holding on to him for dear life. She was grinding her pubis against his face and sighing and crying out softly as he stimulated her. She gripped him by the ears and thrust rhythmically against him, pulling his face into her and shoving her pussy up and down from his chin to his nose. 

Brian simply stuck his tongue inside her and then allowed her to move whichever way she wanted to. As she moved he could hear her breathing become heavier and she made a series of subdued cries, each one a breathy gasp. He was surprised at how quiet she was. Most girls would have been screaming out their pleasure. Rachel seemed to grunt and sigh mostly, never raising her voice much above a whisper. He found her hushed cooing to be very erotic and his cock was throbbing by now and he ached to fuck her.

Unable to wait any longer, he pushed himself on top of her until he was looking her in the eye. She had a desperate pained expression on her face that was both wanting and accusing, telling him silently that he had brought her to this, that he was to blame for arousing this side of her. 

He placed his cock at her opening and, before he could push inside her, she pulled him in, her pussy seeming to swallow him whole. She grunted and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him all the way in and then squeezing her thighs together at his hips, forcing him backward so he had to pull out. Just as he was almost all the way out, she pulled him back in again.

Brian was amazed. He had always thought that being on top meant being in control of the movement. Now here he was on top and she was controlling every nuance of their motions, all from her prone position, on her back with her legs around his upper thighs and her arms around his neck. 

She continued to stare him in the eye, her intensity growing as they fucked. She clenched her jaw and her brow furrowed in concentration. She narrowed her eyes a little and then gasped deep in her throat as she came. Her legs clenched at him spasmodically and her jaw tightened as she silently she bared her teeth. 

Then he felt her thighs relax and, although her legs were still wrapped around him, she was no longer pulling or pushing. She let out a long breath and a quiet moan and then she lay back staring beyond him at the ceiling.

Rachel's mind was overwhelmed. Although she had been controlling their motions, she was astounded at his intensity, at his ability to allow her to control the way he moved. The men she had been with in the past had thought that to be unnatural and would politely ask her to stop. Brian though was leaving all the control in her hands and this increased her arousal. 

When her orgasm was approaching she had pulled and pushed at him with more authority and Brian had responded by giving in to her slightest move. She felt his cock inside her and thought of the dildo she used a few times a week. She had practiced her clench and release motions on that, hoping against hope to someday try them on a real man. She realized as her orgasm overtook her that only a real man would allow her to do it. This revelation burst behind her eyes and intensified her orgasm and she came harder than she ever had in her life. 

After her orgasm Brian took up the motion on his own, his hips pushing in and then pulling out and she grunted slightly with each stroke. He too was close to cumming and he started pushing into her with long slow strokes. As the feeling in his balls grew, he put his hands on either side of her face and held tightly. He kissed her hard and began pounding into her. Then he held himself still as his cock spurted inside her. 

Brian growled as he came, feeling her pussy clench and spasm once more around his cock. Rachel groaned too as she had a small orgasm when she felt his cum coat her insides. Brian's whole body twitched as his cock spurted for the fourth time. Rachel gasped and clenched her thighs around him in response. He almost cried out in pain as he spurted for the fifth and final time then he collapsed against her, his arms flopping out to his sides. Rachel ran the insides of her thighs up and down against his thighs and buttocks as she milked him for every drop of his semen. Her orgasm seemed to go on for almost a minute as she held on to him.

She cooed softly and clenched her arms around his neck, holding him still as his cock shriveled. She let go only after he fell out of her pussy, his penis completely spent and drained.

She sighed contentedly and nuzzled into his shoulder. Brian was surprised to hear her soft and even breathing a few minutes later indicating she was asleep. He sighed himself and put his own arms around her, holding her face against his chest. She hummed quietly and snuggled into him as they both drifted off.



The Piano



She sat up straight, eyes down cast as she ran her fingers along the cold, white keys. Her lips parted as she breathed slowly, her bare chest rising and falling. She glanced at Him over her shoulder and blushed. He just sat there in His big leather chair with His cane hanging from the arm of the chair. Watching her as she sat on the dark oak bench. Naked. She looked back at the keys and began to stroke them again, a little harder this time. Closing her eyes and leaning her upper body forward, she began to play. The music softly filled the room as she let out a slow, soft sigh. It was her happy place. Where she found solitude. Her music was her home and she was lost without it. But He allowed her to play when she behaved. He allowed her to escape her world and enter that of Chopin, Beethoven and so many more. She stopped playing and allowed her fingers to linger on the keys. She heard His footsteps and moved her hands down to her thighs, resting them palm up and waiting quietly, a small smile dancing across her lips.

"Why did you stop?" He asked softly, as He tapped her with His cane, His lips against her neck. She jerked and sat up straighter, not wanting to feel the sting of the cane upon her soft skin. She began to play again as He stood behind her. He crossed His arms and watched her a moment before tapping her ass lightly with His cane. She jumped and began to play more earnestly, her fingers dancing along the keys. Her body rocked with the music, a mixture of pain, harmony and agony. Her breathing was a bit more labored as she allowed her body to become part of the music. He smiled and took a seat, His eyes on her body, her fingers, her arms. He appreciated her commitment to the music, the way it took her over. If at all possible, it made her even more beautiful.  

She stopped again and it took Him a moment to realize she was quietly crying. He got up and moved towards her, His cane forgotten on the arm of His chair. He gently moved her over on the bench and took her hands in His. He bent down and kissed each finger, gently. Quietly professing His feelings for her as He calmed her. Her sobs quieted but the tears didn't stop falling. He watched her a moment before His fingers rested on the keys. He took a deep breath and began playing for her, His fingers dancing as He shut His eyes. As she wiped her eyes she scooted closer to Him, her eyes on His fingers. His fingers moved with a slow elegance that reminded her why she wanted Him. Wanted His kindness, His care. Wanted His discipline, His order. The rituals. She wanted the Man who played the piano when it hurt too much to. She wanted the man who took care of her by hurting her. She wanted Him. Bad. 

He finished the song and opened His eyes, His breathing rapid. He looked at her and smiled softly before getting up and moving back to His chair. He took a hold of His cane and turned towards her. Her eyes were big as she watched Him, racking her brain as to why He was about to strike her. The cane came down sharply on her bottom and she stiffed a cry. Her tear stained eyes searched His as He stood a bit taller, taking a ragged breath He mutter, "Don't stop playing. Keep playing." She nodded and her hands returned to the keys, playing a soft song as she cried softly. The cane both hurt and soothed her, her body fully entwined with the music now. A bright red line appeared at the top of her cheeks, His eyes watched it darken a moment before He reached down to stroke the line as she played, causing her to jump and goose bumps to rise along her skin. Her breathing ragged and her tears slowing as she felt His fingers on her. Instantly wet, she stopped playing for a heartbeat before quickly started again. He tsked, shook His head and brought the cane down on her bottom again. She cried out this time and doubled over while playing, Her fingers not stilling but the music going soft before it picked up again. She was determined to show Him what a good girl she could be. She was determined to draw compliments from His lips as He watched her play. She was determined to please Him. 

He sat back down and shut His eyes. He took in the music and each note she played. He opened His eyes and watcher her back. The way it arched going in and out of the notes. The notes that seemed to dance out of her fingers and onto the keys effortlessly. He rested His cane against the leg of the chair and stroked His clothed cock slowly, her beauty almost too much for Him. Removing His hand He got up again and walked over towards her. His hand rested on her shoulder and she stilled instantly. Smiling He snapped His fingers and like a graceful cat she lifted herself from the piano bench and knelt on the floor, legs spread wide, hands palm up and eyes on Him. A soft smile adorned her lips and her eyes were adoring. He smiled and leaned down to stroke her cheek gently, praising her softly. 

He took a seat at the piano and stroked the keys with His fingers. He took His glasses off and rested them on the piano, shutting His eyes. He began to play for her, His body rocking as He put his whole heart into it. The sounds of the keys stroking and music filling the air brought tears to His eyes. He took a deep breath and opened His eyes, looking off to the side as He began to hum softly, His bare foot pressing down on the pedal. When the song was complete He sat up straighter and dropped His hands. He took a deep breath and looked down at her. She had small, silent tears perched on the corners of her eyes and a soft smile danced along her lips still. He got up and patted His leg as He walked to the bedroom. She obediently crawled after Him and let out a soft whimper. 

He stood in the bedroom and looked down at her, smiling. She took that as her silent order to undress Him. She stood and her hands stroked up His chest, eyes on His. His breath caught in His throat as her hands touched Him. She slowly undid the buttons on His shirt and untucked it from His pants. Her hands ran up His bare skin and her lips lowered to kiss His scars gently. The long one on His side and the small ones on His chest. He shut His eyes to keep from watching her touch His darkest secrets. His hands moved up to take her face in them and brought her lips to His. He kissed her gently over and over again before muttering, "Keep going, young lady". She decided not to push her luck and her hands left His old battle wounds to unbuckle His pants. Pushing them down she knelt. He lifted His feet and she removed the jeans. Setting them aside she placed her lips on His thighs, kissing them gently while her fingers stroked more old scars. She sat back on her heels and looked up at Him as she traced the "L" shaped scar near His knee. He shook His head and she immediately stopped and kissed His knee. 

He took her hands and pulled them behind her back, kissing her shoulders and her chest as He walked her backwards towards the bed. He sat her down and took a soft silk tie and gently bound her hands, careful not to pull too tightly. He then laid her on her back, legs spread wide and her most private, hidden parts fully exposed to not only His eyes but His hands, His tongue, His mouth, His whips, His floggers, His clamps and His cock. He took two more ties and secured her legs apart from each other. His hands rubbed up her legs and then back down before He took a step back. Grabbed a book of matches He shut the lights off and began lighting the candles around the room, illuminating it with their glow. Her eyes followed His slow, methodical ways. Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest as she kept her eyes fixated on Him. He turned and smiled down at her as He began to talk, "You are beautiful. Your body is beautiful. You have no idea, absolutely no idea, what you do to Me." Taking a step towards her He couldn't help but smile as her body raised up towards Him. "Ah...someone is eager, isn't she." It wasn't a question so she knew not to answer. It was much more of a statement. He knew her all too well and she tended to forget that. 

Her eyes were on His face as He touched her, His finger tracing her cunt, her clit. Tapping it. Tugging it. He took a step back and untied one of her legs, kissing the sole of her foot gently before kissing the ankle, My hand holding your heel. Kissing His lips along her calf up to her knee, sucking gently on the skin before nipping at it. Resting her foot on the bed and allowing her to hold her own leg up He moved His lips to her thigh, kissing it in lines, dragging His hands over her hips before moving them back down, clearing His throat and looking up at her as He began to recite a quote He read but hadn't been able to verbalize until now; 

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of you and us out loud. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh. I want to smile and laugh. I want to kiss you. I want to take yor breath away and I want to dance with you at your friend's weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal until 1:38am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don't know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it's me that cooks them and the sun hasn't yet woken. I want the smell of dinner when it's us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead. I want handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside. I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow. I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them. I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour. I want this and I want that. I want you.

He looked at her after He finished and her eyes were wide and tears were freely and beautifully running down her cheek. Surprised He took her in His arms and kissed her cheeks gently, kissed her forehead and kissed her lips. He untied her as they kissed and lifted her up in His arms. He turned a half circle and gently pressed her against the wall, His hands dragging along her legs as He lowered her on His cock. Slowly taking her, claiming her, calming her. Letting her know with His body that she was safe, that everything was okay. That He cared for her deeply. 

He stroked His hands up her legs and held her there as He pushed her up and down. He held her gently to Him and made love to her as their bodies meshed. His lips melted against neck as He showed her worth. He shielded her back from rubbing up against the wall by stroking His hands up and down. Moving His lips to hers He kissed her gently but with much urgency. His breathing was ragged and His body tensed with desire. He stroked His hands up her sides to cup her face and kissed her lips as they moved in unison. She left out soft, mewling whimpers as she tried to quicken her pace but was quickly stopped by His firm hands on her hips and His eyes on her, telling her softly but firmly, "No."

Holding her hips where they were He gently pushed deep inside of her. Holding Himself there and locking eyes with her. His eyes searched hers as He drew Himself back and slowly pushed Himself in again. His eyes shut for a moment before opening again to watch her face. Her lips were parted and her eyes were lazily opened but trained on Him. Her chest rose and fell quickly but she was calm overall. She felt safe and He knew it. He bent down to kiss her neck gently before raising His lips to fall upon hers, His hands pressed against the wall beside her head now, her body being held up by His and her feet behind His back. He began to push a bit harder into her as He pulled His mouth away, resting His head on hers and muttering, "You are amazing..." as He took her. All of her. 

She let out a soft whimper and arched her back up and clear off the bed. Her hands gripped His shoulders to hold onto Him, almost drawing her strength from His muscles. His cock nestled deep inside of her, moving slowly along the walls. His hands moved up and took hers and rested them above her head, saying in a low growl, "Don't move them". She stared up at Him, her eyes wide as she nodded slowly, croaking out a "Yes, Sir". His hands moved back down and cupped her perfect breasts, mouth lowering and attaching to the nipple closest to His mouth. Sucking on it He began to move His cock in swiftly, stroking it along the walls of her soft cunt. Pulling His mouth from her breast and sitting up to look at her, watching her. Her emotions. Her reactions. Her desire spilling forth. He wanted her in so many ways. 

To be continued...



The Piano Ch. 02



Brian pulled away from the curb outside Rachel's apartment and joined the flow of traffic toward the freeway. She lived a fair distance away from Brian's place, it had taken him a half hour to get there. The whole drive there Rachel had been subdued and uncommunicative. Brian wondered if he had said or done anything wrong but he couldn't think of what it might be. Ever since she had wakened up she had been uncomfortable and very distant. 

That was too bad because Brian genuinely liked her. She was smart and definitely talented; her piano playing was really something to behold and Brian loved hearing her play. He didn't think there was much chance of hearing her again though considering the circumstances under which he had driven her home.

He shrugged sadly and drove home, wondering if he would ever hear from her again.

Rachel watched through the window of her apartment as he'd driven away. She continued to watch his car until it faded away in the distance. She sighed heavily as she watched, uncertain whether she should be grateful he was gone or regretful that she might never see him again. 

The truth was Rachel was very angry over this whole episode. She was angry at Brian for suggesting that she could buy his electric piano for less than the posted price if she had sex with him; but mostly she was angry with herself for having done it. Yes, she very much wanted to buy his piano and no, she didn't have enough cash to buy it. So, she had convinced herself to go through with it in order to get it. Now that she had the piano she was feeling cheap and dirty for having prostituted herself simply for earthly gain. 

With an effort she tore herself away from the window and looked at the piano on its stand across the room. She frowned and walked slowly toward it and then stopped when she was close enough to touch it. She sighed again and reached for the keys, pushing down on one of them; she was surprised and a flicker of disappointment went through her when she heard no sound. Creasing her brows she pushed on the keys again and still heard nothing. She checked the power switch and the plug and assured herself that it was plugged in and it was turned on but still she heard no sound. 

She groaned out loud and shook her head in anguish.

"Now what do I do?" she said to no one in particular.

She examined the instrument again and then took out the manual that Brian had provided with it and began reading. She couldn't understand any of it; it might as well have been written in Greek for all the good it was doing her. She looked once more at the piano, her expression quickly becoming hopeless.

"I'm going to have to call him again!" She wailed out loud. 

She sighed again and decided to go take a shower before she decided what she was going to do. 

As the hot water ran over her she closed her eyes and tried not to think. It was no use; try as she might, she couldn't help but think about what had happened last night. 

She had gone out to dinner with Brian, resolved to go through with the idea of having sex with him in exchange for a discount on the piano. As they ate, she had drunk a fair amount of wine and had actually managed to get herself primed and ready to actually do it. By the time dinner was over, she was even eager to do it; that of course was the wine talking and she knew it, but she pushed forward anyway. 

Brian though had also known it and he was not eager to take advantage of a girl who'd had too much wine. He insisted that they go to his place for coffee and sober up a bit before making any decisions. 

Rachel did sober up enough to become nervous again but Brian seemed to know just what to do and say. He seduced her anyway; or at least, Rachel allowed him to seduce her. 

'Why did he have to be the best lover I've ever met?' she asked herself as the water ran over her. 'Why did he have to be the one that seemed to know exactly how to turn me on?'

Their lovemaking had been spectacular for both of them. She had fallen asleep immediately afterward and then wakened him up a few hours later for another round. 

She had nibbled on his ear and he mumbled sleepily. She took his cock in her hand and began stroking it; she was delighted when it got hard even before he had wakened up fully. He eyed her groggily and smiled as she handled him. She smiled in return and then scooted down the bed to take him into her mouth. He moaned softly as she engulfed him, taking his cock all the way into her throat with one gulp. 

She giggled and cooed as she mouthed him, running her tongue up the underside of his member and then burying it all the way back into her throat again. She then swirled her tongue all around the head, pulling it almost entirely out of her mouth. At the same time she began stroking the shaft with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. She let it fall out of her mouth then and just stroked it. She giggled again when she saw Brian's reaction. His hips were moving slowly in a circular motion and he was holding her head gently with both hands. He was sighing and making contented sounds as she sucked, lovingly running his fingers through her hair.

"Do you want to cum for me?" she asked him with a grin.

"Uh-huh," he groaned.

She smiled broadly and took the head in her mouth once more, swabbing her tongue all over it and then removed it once more. She started stroking it vigorously and kissed the head occasionally, using her tongue to make love to it.

"Come on Baby," she said throatily. "I want you to cum for me."

Brian grunted quietly and she whimpered in sympathy.

"Yes baby, that's it," she said; her coaxing becoming more urgent. "I want you to cum all over my face. Would you like that Sweetie?"

Brian groaned and nodded, driving his hips in time with her stroking.

"Maybe you'd like to cum in my mouth instead," she suggested with a wicked grin. "Do you want me to take your cum in my mouth so I can swallow every drop?"

Again Brian groaned and his expression became one of desperation.

"Oh let me cum in your mouth!" he gasped quickly.

"Okay Baby," she cooed, "you can cum in my mouth. I'd love for you to cum in my mouth! I want to taste you!"

That was all Brian could take. He gave a loud groan and then the semen was erupting from his cock. Rachel felt it coming before it shot out and had taken his cock head between her lips. She sighed soothingly as the cum splashed onto her tongue. She moaned and savored the warm salty fluid as it emptied into her mouth. She whimpered softly as it shriveled and shrank. She swallowed the semen in her mouth and then used her finger to wipe her bottom lip as a stray droplet slipped out. She looked up at him and smiled mischievously as she saw him splayed out on the bed.

"Did you like that?" she asked innocently.

"Oh yeah," he said weakly. "That is the absolute best way to wake me up anytime you want to!"

She grinned and snuggled against his shoulder, nuzzling his ear lobe with her lips.

"I love doing that," she whispered to him. "I love the feel of it in my mouth."

Brian studied her for a moment and raised himself on his elbow. 

"Really?" he said with a smile. "Well, you're going to love this!"

He pushed her on to her stomach and pulled her hips upward until she was on her knees. He placed his cock at her entrance and then traced the head up and down against her lips a couple of times.

"I can't believe you're ready to go again!" she said with glee. 

"It must be because of you." He said.

He pushed inside her and then immediately pulled out again. He pushed and pulled while gripping her hips and bum for purchase. The rhythm he set was slow and purposeful and he did it so that both of them felt the slight friction in a deliciously unhurried way. 

Rachel had never felt such gentleness when being fucked from behind. Her previous lovers had slammed into her unceasingly until they climaxed, usually long before she was even close. They had hammered her from behind and used her as nothing more than a place to deposit their sperm; until this minute, she had thought that was the only purpose she served during sex. Between her mother's none too helpful lectures on the evils of sex and her lovers' unhelpful attitudes on sex, she never knew any better. The only orgasms she had achieved during sex before were either accidental when her lover had drunk too much and couldn't cum right away, or when she had fucked herself with her vibrator.

Now she was sighing and humming with her bum in the air and her tits swaying against the sheets, the fabric teasing her nipples with every thrust from behind. She had a silly smile on her face, though Brian couldn't see it because her head was buried into her pillow. She gave a quiet grunt every time Brian thrust into her, punctuated by the occasional sigh. She reached between her thighs and twiddled her clitoris and then she gasped and shuddered with her orgasm. Her whole body tensed, including the muscles in her pussy, and her thighs trembled as the climax shuddered from one end of her body to the other. The she went weak.

Her bum was still in the air and Brian was still moving rhythmically in and out of her pussy, but Rachel lay there like a dead woman save for the soft cooing sounds she made as each thrust caused small ripples to travel from her pussy to directly behind her eyes. 

Suddenly Brian was holding her still and thrusting into her with long hard strokes. She couldn't feel his cock spurt, her pussy was much too loose and wet for that, but she felt him shudder in his own orgasm. He held her still as he tensed up, his cock buried all the way inside her for a moment and then collapsed beside her on the bed.

They reached for each other and kissed, their lips touching gently and their tongues dancing lightly against each other. Then they sighed and fell into each other's arms, spent and satiated.

Rachel came out of her reverie in the shower and realized that she had her hand buried in her pussy and was cumming all over again. She cried out softly and held her open hand against her mound as the orgasm swept over her. When she came down from her euphoria she realized the shower was getting cold so she turned it off and stepped onto the bath mat, her skin dimpled with goose pimples and her nipples as hard as diamonds.

She dried herself off and threw a terry-cloth robe on and then hurried to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and sighed heavily again putting her head in her hands and staring at the floor between her feet.

"What am I going to do?" she asked herself, not realizing she had spoken out loud.

Brian sat by himself at the small café he frequented Saturday and Sunday mornings. They knew him well and had his coffee in front of him almost before he sat down each time they saw him. His breakfast was never far behind and he always wanted the same thing so they always got it right.

He was reading the newspaper and munching on his toast when his cell phone rang.

"Hello," he said, not recognizing the phone number on his display. 

"Hi." Rachel said quietly.

"Oh!" he said, straightening in his chair and putting down the uneaten toast. "Rachel, it's good to hear from you!"

She didn't answer him and his heart sank as he imagined the conversation they were about to have. It started off with the phrase, I never want to see you again, and got progressively darker from there.

"Hello?" he said, "Are you there?"

"I'm here," she said, her voice almost inaudible she was so subdued.

"So," he said, trying to sound upbeat, "how are you?"

Again she didn't answer and he looked at the display to make sure he was still connected.

"Rachel?" he said.

"It doesn't work." She said despondently. "I tried to play it and there's no sound."

"Oh," he said with a frown. "No sound; that could be a number of things. I know the piano works, I mean, you played it yourself at my place, so there's no reason it won't work now."

"Well it doesn't!" she said much more loudly than she had intended.

Brian flinched and held the phone away from his ear. He rubbed at it, trying to get rid of the sudden ringing, and then he put it to his ear again.

"I'm sure I can get it working for you," he said quickly. "Just don't yell again okay?"

"I'm... I'm sorry." She said weakly. "I'm just frustrated."

"Okay I can fix this," he said. "I just need to ask you a few questions until I know what the problem is though. Is that okay?"

She paused and then agreed.

"Okay," he began, "I know this sounds dumb, but it is plugged in and turned on right?"

She told him it was and he could tell she was losing patience already.

"Okay that's good." He said. "Now, what is it plugged in to?"

"What do you mean?" she said, clearly puzzled.

"Is it an amplifier or your stereo or what?" he said, trying not to sound condescending.

"I don't have an amplifier!" she said with exasperation. "I didn't know I needed one."

'Well, it doesn't have built-in speakers so you have to plug it in to something." He said.

"Well... what am I going to do now?" she whined, her voice indicating she was about to start crying. "I can't go out and buy an amplifier! I gave you everything I could afford!"

Brian frowned and stared out the plate-glass window without really seeing.

"Okay, I know I can fix this, if you'll let me." He said.

There was another long pause and then she finally agreed. He told her to expect him in about an hour.

"And don't worry," he said with a grin. "This won't cost you a thing, except you'll have to let me into your apartment."

This morning, when he dropped her off she wouldn't even let him walk her to her door. She had just gotten out of the car and, holding her piano under one arm, had walked into the apartment lobby and never looked back at him.

"Okay," she said and then hung up.

As she set the phone down, a sudden feeling of relief swept over her completely unbidden. She chastised herself mentally for it and then frowned as she stared at the floor between her feet.

"What is it about this guy that gets me so worked up?" she said out loud.

'It's because he makes you cum like no other guy ever has!' the voice in her head said enthusiastically. 

She frowned again and grimaced, trying to ignore it.

"I'm a grown woman!" she said in exasperation. "I shouldn't be smitten like some teenager going to prom night!"

'You didn't even go to prom night,' the voice said evenly. 'And even if you had, the boy you wanted to go with was Mitch Temple; and when he tried to fuck you two months later he came all over your thighs before he even got inside you. Brian is definitely not Mitch Temple!'

She stood up and stamped her foot angrily. She went to the kitchen and started trying to make some tea. She grabbed the kettle from the cupboard and ran some water into it. She put the kettle on to the counter, slamming it down a little harder than she intended to, and then plugged it in. She realized when she was done, she was breathing heavily and her hands were trembling with suppressed anger.

'Don't blame me if Brian is a better fuck than Mitch Temple.' The voice in her head said.

"Mitch Temple was a brilliant Cellist!" she said angrily. "He was invited to play for two symphony orchestras!"

'Yes,' the voice said, 'a brilliant Cellist with no idea what to do with that teeny-weeny penis of his.'

Rachel stormed out of the kitchen and sat on the couch in the living room, one leg crossed over the other at the knee, her foot stabbing the air again and again as her leg rocked up and down. She sniffed angrily and forcefully brought a vision of Mitch into her mind, his face smiling and his hands resting on hers as they listened to Mozart on her stereo. 

She smiled as she remembered him leaning forward to kiss her. She had leaned into him, responding excitedly to his advances and she sighed contentedly as she remembered the awkward way he had undressed her right there on her living room couch. She tried to stop herself from remembering the rest of the embarrassing incident, his face stricken with shame as his semen had splashed wetly on to her thigh. He had hastily pulled his pants on and fled from her parent's house, leaving her grief stricken and unsatisfied, her blouse and bra on the floor beside the couch, her skirt rucked up over her waist and her panties pushed askew. 

She stood up again and stomped angrily to the kitchen. She unplugged the kettle and reached for the tea on the second shelf of the cupboard. Before she could react, the can flew from her hand and clanged on to the floor. She looked around her at the tea bags scattered all over the floor and sighed again.

"Damn it!' she muttered.

'Why don't you call Brian and ask him to pick up some tea on his way over?' the voice in her head suggested.

"Shut up!" she said forcefully.

'Come on! It's not like I said he should pick up some whipped cream so he could lick it off your nipples like you were a life sized strawberry sundae.' 

Rachel's nipples hardened at that thought and she smiled before she knew it.

'Or maybe some red wine so we could pour it in to each other's belly buttons,' the voice went on. 'I'll bet he's got a tasty belly button when it's filled with red wine.'

"Shut up!" she said again, although she was grinning while she said it.

'Oh stop it!' the voice said teasingly. 'You'd love to lick up his belly button and everything else he's got down there wouldn't you.'

"I said shut up," she said with a smile as she picked the tea bags up off the floor. 

'Actually, we don't need any red wine,' the voice said excitedly. 'He tastes just fine the way he is, doesn't he Rachel. You remember how he tasted last night; mmm, yummy!'

"If you keep this up," she said, "I'll never get anything done!"

'Like there's so much to do today,' the voice said sarcastically. 

Rachel put her head in her hands and tried to ignore the tingling feelings coursing through her veins. She finished cleaning up the kitchen and managed to find at least one tea bag to make a cup and then sat in the window seat, dividing her attention between the street outside her apartment and the electric piano beside her that she so desperately wanted to play.

Brian knocked on her door and waited. He smiled when Rachel opened it and he thought to himself once more what a good looking girl she was. At five foot four, she had a good figure, neither fat nor skinny, and with curves in all the right places. Her hair was brown and, as he guessed was normal for her, it was pulled back into a ponytail that fell to about two or three inches below her shoulders. Her glasses had dark rims and gave her a bookish look that Brian found very endearing. What he liked most about her was that she seemed to be completely unaware of just how attractive she was. She seemed just slightly awkward and moved with a certain lack of grace that most good looking women exuded. When she had the most confidence, he had observed, was when she played the piano.

When she played she was completely different. Whether her eyes were closed or opened, he knew that she would pay no attention to any distractions from the piece; she was so focused she would not see or hear anything short of a fire alarm.

He shook himself out of his reverie as she held the door open and stepped through the door. 

"Nice to see you again!" he said warmly.

She blushed bright red and looked at the floor and then stepped aside, waving with her arm to where the piano was set up. 

Brian walked quickly to the piano and knelt down in front of it. He placed a plastic grocery bag that he had brought on the floor beside him and then turned to her.

"I'm going to give you some speakers that I used to use before I got my amplifier," he said with a smile. "But there's a condition."

Rachel's eyes went wide and panic swept through her. She imagined that he was going to ask for sex in exchange for the speakers and she cursed herself for letting him talk her into that kind of deal the day before.




The Piano Ch. 02



'You see?' she said silently to her inner voice. 'He's a pig and for everything he does for you he's going to demand sex!'

'Like that would be so bad,' the voice in her head said before Rachel could close it off.

"What kind of condition?" she said coldly, her anger once again bubbling to the surface.

"I'd love to hear you play again." He said with a pleading look in his eyes. "After hearing you play at my place yesterday, I really can't leave before I hear you play again; play anything really."

Rachel stepped back and sat down heavily when she felt the backs of her shins meet the couch. The stunned expression on her face made Brian chuckle a little and he studied her curiously.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. 

She nodded and tried to compose herself. Again she chastised herself for being so pathetic. She had played recitals to audiences of two hundred and more; she had shaken hands with and conversed with two Prime Ministers and one President; she had given music lessons to a dozen children under ten years old. All of these things she had done without feeling more than a slight twinge of nervousness. 

'Why in hell can't I get through one conversation with this guy without my knees getting weak and getting so tongue-tied I can't even speak?' she asked herself.

'You know why.' The inner voice said chidingly.

Brian stood up and walked toward her, his brow creased with concern. He knelt on the floor in front of her and rested his hand lightly on her knee.

"Are you alright?" he said.

"Yes," she said quickly, "I... I'm fine. I was just... surprised."

"Oh," he said. He frowned and then gave her a hopeful smile. "Well, I'll try not to be so... surprising... next time."

Rachel blushed again and looked down.

"So is it a deal?" he asked. "Will you play for me?"

She looked up and studied him carefully, eyeing him cynically to see if he was mocking her. He returned her gaze evenly and she blushed again when she realized he was serious.

"Okay," she said quietly.

Brian smiled and then went back to the piano. He pulled three speakers out of the plastic bag and a mass of electrical cables. Confidently he connected the speakers to the piano and tested the keys with one hand. To Rachel's delight, the sound she heard was every bit as convincing as it had been at his place the day before. It sounded almost exactly like a concert grand and she smiled in anticipation.

"This is actually a speaker set for a desktop computer," he said, "but it works beautifully, so long as you don't try to play any large halls with it."

Rachel stood up and, unable to contain her excitement, clapped her hands together and jumped forward to the piano. She touched it lightly and was gratified to hear the sound amplified wonderfully by the speakers.

"You can use headphones too," he said pointing out the connection to her "if you're trying to practice in a noisy environment."

She gave him a girlish grin and kissed him shyly on the cheek, stepping back almost immediately with her cheeks turning red. She looked at the floor again and then back up into his eyes. Brian grinned foolishly in return and then pulled the bench up to the piano, beckoning her to sit down.

"Now it's your turn." He said. "Please play for me."

She smiled and hugged him tight, putting her chin to his shoulder and her hands in the small of his back. He put his own arms around her and then kissed her on the forehead. She smiled once more and then sat demurely in front of the piano. 

Brian sat in the window seat beside her and simply watched as she began to play.

She began with Beethoven's Für Elise. Brian closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as her playing filled the room. He listened, completely enraptured as her fingers flew across the keyboard, playing with a depth of feeling he had rarely heard.

Without skipping a beat she launched into Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. He opened his eyes to study her as she played; she was staring at the keys in front of her and her shoulders swayed slightly to the slow six-eight beat. At that particular moment, Brian thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Once again he closed his eyes and absorbed the sounds she so effortlessly produced. 

Again she changed the piece and she was now playing Schubert's Ave Maria and Brian smiled as the chords struck him; the triplets cascading one after the other, the one set fading away as the next set hit him. He simply lay back to listen and, suddenly, she stopped playing.

He opened his eyes to see her looking at him intently, her eyes simply taking him in. She had been studying him for some time as she played and, for some reason he knew nothing about, had simply stopped.

Without a word or warning of any kind, she launched herself at him, taking his face between her two hands and pressing her lips against his. Hungrily, she devoured him, her mouth opening and her tongue probing for his. She seemed to be on fire and Brian was taken aback by the ferocity of her passion. She pressed against him as he sat, her legs straddling his lap and her hands straining to pull him closer to her until he thought he might be absorbed by her completely.

Her hands were fumbling at his jeans, the button finally coming loose and she was pulling frantically at his fly. With his pants finally opened, she thrust her hand into his underwear and wrapped her hand around his rapidly hardening cock. She pulled it out and shoved her hips forward, pulling her skirt up and to the side with her other hand until she was pushing his member against her panties. Impatiently she pushed her underwear aside and pushed down until his cock head was positioned at her entrance. With a grunt and a heavy sigh she impaled herself on him, her legs grasping at the rear legs of his chair to pull her hips as far forward as they would go. She put her hands on his shoulders and stared him in the eye as she began to ride him. She moved with a single-minded purpose, her pubis grinding against him and her eyes boring into his.

Brian felt like a passenger on this ride. She had taken complete control and he couldn't have moved away if he'd wanted to; he really didn't want to. He put his hands on her hips, marveling at the intensity of her motions, squinting his eyes against the sensations she was dragging from his very depths. He groaned as his climax approached and she whimpered her response. She continued to hold his shoulders as she rode him and she began to sigh and coo as she thrust against him. 

Brian felt his forehead beading with sweat and saw that she too was dripping. He reached to her brow and wiped a drop of perspiration that threatened to fall into her eye. She grasped his wrist and pushed his fingers to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around two of his fingers, slavering her tongue around them and sucking them into her mouth. She was performing oral sex on his fingers and his cock twitched as he remembered the blow job she'd wakened him up for in the wee hours. He grunted and she pulled his head against her breasts, still confined by her blouse and bra. He lay his head against her and grunted again as he began to spurt his cum. She pushed herself back to look him in the eye once more and they gazed at each other intensely as their mutual climax hit. 

She whimpered and fell against his shoulder, hugging her arms around his neck. He reached up and rubbed between her shoulder blades gently. They were both shaking with passion and exertion. 

Rachel opened her eyes and was shocked to see one of the neighbors staring at the two of them with open-mouthed awe. It was an elderly woman and she was standing in her own window, one hand on the sill in front of her and the other holding her glasses at her side. Her eyes were wide and Rachel thought she might die of a heart attack from the sight she and Brian had given her.

More to the point Rachel thought that she might die of embarrassment for having had sex in full view of the window. Rachel wasn't sure of it, but she thought she saw the woman her give a thumbs-up.

With her face turning bright red from shame she leapt from Brian's lap and ran for all she was worth to the bedroom where she closed and locked the door.

Completely surprised at this sudden turn of events, Brian blinked a couple of times and then stood from the chair. His pants fell to his knees when he did so and he had to pause to fasten the button and pull up the zipper before he could follow Rachel. By the time he got to the bedroom door, it was locked fast.

"Rachel?" he called. "What's going on Rachel? Why are you hiding?"

There was no answer.

"Rachel?" he called out once more.

He sighed heavily and leaned against the closed door trying to figure out what to do.

"Maybe I should leave," he said through the door, hoping against hope that she would tell him he didn't have to go. 

Brian sighed heavily and turned away from the bedroom. He frowned and made his way slowly to the door. He paused and looked back.

"If you..." he said. He cleared his throat and began again. "If you need anything, just call and uh... well, you know."

He pursed his lips thoughtfully and left. He went down the stairs to the street and walked toward his car. He looked up at Rachel's window but saw nothing. If she was watching him, he couldn't tell. He looked across the street into another window to see an elderly woman grinning at him. She had an odd look on her face and she seemed to be making kissing motions. Puzzled, he shook his head and then got in his car and drove away.



The Piano Ch. 03



MONDAY

Rachel crawled under the piano and read the back panel labels carefully. Thinking for a moment, she grabbed the power cable and pulled it partially out. Testing it to ensure it would stay in the socket she backed her way out from under the piano and then stood. She looked at the display and saw it was lit and showing the standard welcome screen that it always showed after turning the power on. She frowned and jiggled the piano a bit and then gave a satisfied smile when the display went dark. 

She checked the clock and her smile grew wider. Brian was due to arrive any minute and she rushed to the window to watch for him. She looked outside but did not see Brian's car. She then looked at herself in the mirror, forcing the smile from her face and frowning deeply; she furrowed her brow trying to make an angry expression. She tried again a couple of times and then grinned to herself in satisfaction.

She went to the window once more and then smiled brightly as Brian's car pulled up outside. She watched him approach the building and licked her lips in anticipation as she waited for the call button to buzz.

"Yes?" she said into the intercom.

"Hi it's me," she heard him say, his voice sounding tinny and thin through the cheap intercom system.

She buzzed to open the door and then went again to the mirror to practice her angry face. When she heard the knock she put on her sullen expression and then opened the door.

"Hi," Brian said, his own expression uncertain.

"Hi," she answered, "come on in."

She stood aside to let him enter and extended her arm to point at the piano. Brian nodded and went quickly to the instrument looking decidedly uncomfortable.

"I just don't understand why it doesn't work!" he said as he pulled one side of the piano away from the wall. 

"Well," she said quickly, "it doesn't!"

He checked the power button and made sure it was in the "on" position; he made sure the power cable was connected; then he checked to ensure the speaker cables were attached. He straightened and frowned, putting his fingertips to his pursed lips. 

"I don't' get it!" he said in a troubled voice. "Listen Rachel, I'm really sorry about this! I never thought this thing would give you so much trouble."

Rachel allowed herself to smile and then once more assumed her angry face as she sat on the couch. She watched him puzzle over the piano and admired his physique as she did so. She couldn't help but remember all the pleasures that physique had given her over the past three days and she smiled to herself as she replayed those days in her head.

She glanced at the window to make sure she had drawn the blinds closed; just yesterday she had been mortified when, after making love to Brian in that window seat, she had seen an elderly woman watching them in fascination. She had no wish to repeat that incident!

As Brian continued to study the piano she continued to study him. 

"Would you like a drink?" she asked him.

He looked at her in a distracted way and nodded, then went back to studying the piano. 

She went to the kitchen and poured some lemonade. As she returned to the living room he heard his triumphant call.

"Ah-ha!" he said. "That was the problem. The power cable wasn't all the way in so the power supply wasn't working. I must have knocked it loose when I came to install the speakers yesterday."

Rachel smiled and walked toward him, the two glasses of lemonade in her hands. She stopped and placed the drinks on the table beside the piano and then dropped to her knees.

Without saying a word she undid Brian's pants and pulled them to his ankles in one motion. She grabbed his boxer shorts and whisked them to his ankles as well. She then grasped his flaccid cock in one hand and, with a look of pure hunger in her eyes, popped it whole into her mouth and began sucking on it. Brian gasped and put his hands in her hair. She swabbed her tongue over it and around it, flexing her cheeks in and out with her sucking and hummed to herself in satisfaction as it grew in her mouth.

She looked up at Brian, her eyes half closed with lust as she sucked him. She mouthed his cock, reveling in the feel of it as she slid it in and out of her mouth. Brian stared at her in amazement, his mouth open wide and his own eyes half closed as the feelings of pleasure washed over him. He gasped and grunted; now beginning to thrust his hips in time to her sucking motion. 

"I'm going to cum!" he gasped.

Rachel moaned and redoubled her efforts; sucking him into the back of her mouth and then pulling him almost all the way out. She unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it back on her shoulders, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Brian smiled when he saw her tits and then moaned softly as she continued to suck him. She let the blouse fall back over her shoulders and to the floor then looked directly into Brian's eyes. With a devilish grin she held his cock just inches from her lips and stroked it with one hand.

"I'm not wearing panties either," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me after you cum in my mouth."

Brian groaned in reply and put his hands firmly on either side of her head. She opened her mouth wide and allowed Brian to pull her face forward until his cock slipped between her lips. With long slow strokes, he fucked her mouth, thrusting his hips forward and back, holding her head between his hands and sighing and gasping his pleasure. With a desperate grunt he began to cum. She closed her lips around the head of his cock and hummed in pleasure to herself as she felt his semen spurt into the back of her throat. She took hold of his ass, placing one hand on each of his buns and held him still as he shuddered through his orgasm. She could feel his legs tremble as his cock erupted into her mouth, once, twice and then a third time, the salty fluid coating her tongue and gums. 

She giggled softly as his cock began to shrivel and then began to nurse it with her mouth and hands. Brian fell back onto the piano bench as she ministered to his cock, unable to stand any longer and fearful he might just fall to the floor. She was relentless. She pulled at it, stroked it and suckled on it as Brian gasped and moaned. She gave a gleeful cry when his cock at last began to respond, gradually hardening in her hands and mouth as she toyed with it. 

She ignored his pleas to let him rest for a moment; she continued to work on his penis until it was once again hard and ready for her. She got up from the floor and straddled his lap, pulling her knee length floral print skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. As promised, she was not wearing panties. 

She held his cock head to her opening and then sank down on to it with a grateful sigh. She looked him in the eye as he penetrated her, her mouth curled into a slight smirk. She inhaled deeply and looked down for a moment, savoring the sight of his cock buried inside her. She looked him in the eye again and then began to ride him.

He leaned forward and kissed her, trying at last to take some initiative. She met him halfway in a desperate kiss that threatened to suck the breath from his lungs.

'So much for trying to gain some control!' he thought to himself.

She held him with both arms around his neck and continued to kiss him. She pushed herself up and down on his cock in a frenzy until she was gasping for breath and winded. She gave him a pleading look and sank down on him one last time.

"Please fuck me!" she said in desperation. "I need you to fuck me!"

Brian got to his feet with his hands wrapped around her back and her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her tight with his cock still inside her and walked with short quick steps to the couch. He let her fall to the couch, still buried inside her, and then started pounding into her. His hips were pistoning back and forth and Rachel was thrashing underneath him and whispering her cries into his ear. He nuzzled into her neck and thrust again and again, knowing that she was close.

With a breathy whimper she clasped her arms around his neck and held him still, a low groan escaping her lips as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She kissed him passionately and sighed and moaned as she climaxed. Tears began leaking from her eyes and streaming down the sides of her face as she came and came and came. 

Her body, taut and rigid just a moment ago, suddenly went limp. Her arms flailed to her sides, one of them dangling to the floor and the other reaching up to the back of the couch. Her legs released their grip on his hips and fell with a thump.

Brian, still hard and pumping in and out of her kissed her tenderly.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

She smiled and shook her head between gasps for breath. She looked him in the eye and her smile widened.

"I never want you to stop!" she said.

She held him close again and kissed him, the waves from her orgasm finally beginning to subside. Brian returned her kiss and continued to fuck her, his strokes beginning to quicken and become more powerful. He pulled back and smiled.

"I'm going to cum too." He said.

Rachel cooed and nuzzled into his neck.

"Cum for me!" she said as she kissed his throat. "I want to feel you cum."

After a few more strokes Brian held still and squinted his eyes as he came. This time when he came it slowly dribbled out of him and into Rachel's pussy. She couldn't feel him spurt but she could tell by the expression on his face that he was cumming. She kissed him softly and moaned in response.





The Piano Ch. 03



She turned to him and took three backward steps toward the living room. She bent down, hooked her hands in the bottom hem of her dress and then pulled it in one motion up and over her head. Brian wasn't terribly surprised to see she was completely naked underneath. Without a word she turned and walked into his bedroom. 

Brian followed after her tossing his clothes as he went. By the time he was standing over the bed he was clad only in his boxer shorts. He knelt on the floor and grabbed Rachel's ankles. He pulled her toward him and rested her legs over his shoulders and then buried his face into her pussy.

With a growl he began licking and tonguing her. She gasped and rubbed her calves against his back, the goose pimples traveling down her thighs and up to her nipples. She pinched them between her fingers and sighed in contentment as Brian licked her senseless. He put his hands under her bum and pulled her to him and covered her pussy with his mouth. He pushed his tongue deep inside and fluttered it. She cooed and squirmed against him, grinding her pubis against his face. He raised his lips to her clitoris and sucked on it, forcing the hooded cover back and exposing the sensitive nub to his tongue. He flicked his tongue against it and she cooed again, her hips gyrating and bucking. He gripped her clitoris with his lips and nibbled at it, his teeth applying pressure behind his lips. She sighed and moaned and now her hips were moving non-stop. She put her hands on his head, gripping his hair with her fingers and pulling him into her. She lurched and thrust against him, the juices flowing freely all over his face and down to his chin. 

Suddenly she was moaning and whispering softly as her legs clenched and then went limp. She was mumbling incoherently with her head moving from side to side as her climax swept over her. Brian released her bum and then crawled up on to the bed beside her. He held her close as she recovered kissing her softly and whispering into her ear.

After what seemed like a long time she opened her eyes to look at him and he could see her orgasm had finally passed. She smiled and kissed him and then nuzzled into his chest. She inhaled deeply and then sighed, enjoying his scent as they snuggled. She pushed him to his back and took hold of his cock. She pushed it to her entrance and then sank down onto it. She sighed and closed her eyes, loving the feeling as it penetrated her. She opened her eyes then and started to ride his cock. 

Brian smiled as he watched her. His cock was sliding deliciously in and out of her and it was her doing all the work.

"You like being in control don't you." He said.

She opened her eyes in surprise and blushed. She almost stopped moving but then regained the rhythm she had set up. She looked down at him uncertain what to say.

"It's okay you know," he said. "I like it when you take control."

"Really?" she said, her breathing becoming faster. 

"Yeah!" he said. "I like girls who know what they want. And you know what you want!"

She blushed and looked away for a moment.

"You don't think I'm a slut?" she asked, fearing the answer even as she asked.

"No," he said tenderly. "You're just not afraid of taking what you want; you're just sometimes too shy to admit that it's what you want."

Rachel sighed once and then moaned, slowing her motions as a wave of pleasure swept through her.

"You like it when I take you like this?" she said. "When you don't expect it?"

Brian nodded and then rolled her on to her back and began thrusting into her. 

"How about you?" he said. "Would you like to be taken when you don't expect it?"

Rachel blushed bright red but nodded that she would.





The Piano Instructor Page 02



Thanksgiving was around the corner and Joanie had no company coming over. She asked me if I would like to join her for a holiday dinner and I was very happy to accept the invitation. She said she would do the turkey, stuffing and an apple pie. I said I would do the mashed, squash and sweet taters as well as a pumpkin pie. 

The day came and she wanted me to come over around noon. The turkey was ready and smelled delicious. Joanie had a nice table set up and I could see that the way she does things, she would make a lovely wife. 

Having brought the vegetables in pots or casserole dishes we just zapped the food to warm it.And this gave us time for talking and playing piano. We worked on Chopin's etude for a bit and of course I would snatch looks through her gold granny glasses. She noticed and said,

"When we get intimate, we can use these for foreplay."

I was so pleased she said that, she was thinking about getting closer as well as I was. 

"What was it you said about high heels, Randy?"

"Oh just that I like the looks of black patent, so glossy and sexy black and dressy."

"I have heels like that, a few pair really. One pair has ankle straps and are known as "fuck-me pumps." She said with a giggle. 

I looked at her in utter surprise like, what you just said I did not expect.

"Randy, I am not a prude, when you get up in age you can say the wild thing at times."

Man I was getting my loins in an uproar! 

Time to eat and we sat and said grace first then "pigged out." Talking about music and life or whatever came up and I was enjoying Joanie's company very much. 

Thanksgiving was very nice and I was thinking about what to get Joanie for Christmas. I figured some nice music books and those carrying bags from Sam Ash's with the music notes all over it but I wanted to get her something very personal like an engagement ring.

I knew I would ask her to stay the night so we would be together Christmas morning. But if that did not work I would find a good time to give her the ring.

Who knows, maybe she won't even be around for the next two holidays but one thing is very certain. I want her in my life.

So a few days before Christmas I went to a well known jeweler with a few rings of Joanie's to make sure I had the right size, and bought her an engagement ring. 

I called Joanie to see if she had plans for the holiday holiday and she did not aside from wanting to go to church. So I asked her if she would like to spend the day with me and she said she would love to.

Joanie told me she wanted to go to church as she loved the Christmas carols and I told her I would like to join her which made her happier. 

I had a nice meal all done up, standing rib roast;Yorkshire pudding; baked potato with sour cream and pies. Not to be forgotten was a gallon of eggnog to which I would add a bit of rum. 

I was really looking forward to giving her that diamond ring, as I know she loved me and I did not want to go through life without her. 

We came back to my place after Christmas mass and Joanie was pleased that I had the place nicely decorated, tricked out in lights and garland.

Of course I had a mistletoe hanging and I made sure were were under it and I gave Joanie a hug and a half and she told me,

"I like what's going on south of the equator."

"Joanie, lets stay north for the time being, we can go there later. 

We were sitting on the sofa enjoying Christmas carols and I had the ring in a nicely wrapped box behind a cushion so I could get it. I pulled her closer with the arm I had over her shoulder and at the same time I kissed her, wishing her a Merry Christmas the ring made an appearance.

Joanie knew what it was by the size of the box. Taking my head in her hands she started to French kiss me and that was a long kiss. She was wearing Chanel No.5 and had her womanly fragrance. Then she opened the box and her eyes lit up like a pinball machine.

"Oh Randy, Thank you and Merry Christmas I love you!"

I knew she did, it did not take a rocket scientist to figure that out.

"Randy I have something for you as well, over in the bag." 

Oh nice, some music books of the classics for medium grade piano players. I was so happy about that and it reminded me I had another gift for Joanie. That gift being music bags and musical manuscript paper and sheet music.

We had a wonderful Christmas dinner. Joanie said she had a gift for me, that had to be opened in the bedroom.

"You mean you got me a "56 Flatbed Ford?" 

"Even better!" 

My eyes followed the backs of her three inch patent black heels into my bedroom. She was dressed so nice. A plaid skirt, creme colored blouse. She had a pair of gold half rounds hung from the eyeglass chain I made her. She looked so nice and a part of that is the love she has for her man that shows in her eyes.

She starts undressing and I just stand there watching how gorgeous she looks. I just had a great meal but my eyes are eating her up. Large lovely bosoms, must be 46D's that filled a bra of silk and lace. She wore a matching slip and panties. 

"Merry Christmas, Randy, I want your body!"

"To have this work out well we need foreplay." Said Joanie in a voice of happiness.

"I know you have a fetish for my half glasses and heels and I want to see what happens down there."

And what she did was so nice, Yeah I have fetishes but I use them when I am alone or for foreplay. Woman's things turn me on and I like that but women really turn me on. 

Joanie touched me all over down there looking at me through a pair of gold half round style glasses as she touched me with her other styles of glasses and the fuck-me pumps she brought long. When I knew I was hard I went in. 

Joanie wanted me.

"Cum on in Randy!" 

And I went in and I am savoring the feeling of this wonderful gift of Joanie. The tightness of her love box, the heat of her passion and the feeling of her pussy juices sloshing around the long fat cock that has been thinking of her since day one.

"Give it to me hard an fast, Randy!" 

"Oh yes my dear, you will get it the way you want it." 

Joanie was getting turned on even more so as her hips were bucking and she was breathing heavily.

"FASTER,DEEPER" 

I inched up on the bed for leverage with the hope I could give Joanie the full length of my manhood. I was loving this and the thoughts of her niceness at various times went through my mind like a movie. I knew she came as she stiffened up.

"Fuck me hard Randy!"

All of her loveliness and thoughts of her, and me being into her caused the gates of total ecstasy to be "blown apart" as I blew my love sauce way up into her. I kept pounding away and Joanie came again! 

"YES! YES Oh Gawd YES!"

Joanie had such a lovely look of real contentment one does not often see. 

"Oh Randy, what you did to me, I loved it, what a lover you are!" 

We laid upon the bed for awhile talking about the last ten months and how happy we are together and that I see a happy life for the both of us. 

We went to the dining room for some apple pie and ice creme then to the parlor to watch "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens and as Tiny Tim said, "God bless us everyone."

The 

End



The Piano instructor Page 1



"Hi, I am Randy." I am in my fifties and for the longest time I have been wanting to learn piano. But as the Late John Lennen said, "Life it gets between you and what you want to do." Also I was moving around and that can be difficult when you have a lot of money invested in a piano. 

In my late fourties I decided to get down and serious about piano. I heard of a Big music store over in Clearwater Florida so I hopped into my Ford Ranger and headed up McMullen Booth Rd. There it was and hot damn they had digital keyboards that were totally grand.

Eighty eight keys with a good feel to them compared to other brands. This model I saw was a Yamaha P-70 and with the money I had I could afford that plus the keyboard amp, keyboard stand and bench. If I had to move, this would go with me. 

So I purchased a few beginner books and had an idea of things musicly speaking but I needed a good piano instructor. So I looked in the phone book

There were a few instructors who were men. No trouble with that but they were away for the summer and it would be months before I could get a lesson. There was one woman who was available though and she lived on the other side of town. She told me how much the lessons were and what time slots she had available. So I picked a Wednesday at two pm.

I arrived on time with books, notepad and pencil. Her name is Miss Goodinson. She was wearing a nice white dress with green and black swirlies, black patent two inch heels with bows and hanging off the V of her white ruffled blouse were a pair of gold half-glasses of the rectangular shape known as granny glasses.

Miss Goodinson stood a little over six foot with long dark hair, blue eyes and a nice face. She also has a most pleasant personality and it may be that which caused me to have feelings for her somewhat stronger than I had intended.

I guess she may have been a bit lonely. Because after the lesson was over she asked if I would like a cup of coffee and could we talk for a short time, like till four o'clock? 

I told her that was fine and I really meant it. I had such a nice time talking to her. "Call me Joanie." She said. So I had a feeling that I would be a very good pianist in the fullness of time. Joanie apologized for not having any doughnuts or cookies. I told her not to worry about that. I said I had always wanted to learn piano and that I just bought a Yamaha digital with a good feel and sound. Joanie asked how much time I could devote to practice and I said three to four hours most days but never less than two and she was impressed.

Two months later.

I was doing pretty good with my lessons and really enjoying them and her company as well. 

She called me at ten one Wednesday saying, "Don't come. I have a bad cold and don't want you to catch it." 

I suppose I was already in love with her and to catch a cold was no fun but I wanted to be close to Joanie as a good friend. So I did the only manly thing I knew. I went to her house with a pot of home-made chicken soup.  That did more for her than she or I guessed. Joanie was so happy that some guy who took lessons from her thought so much about her as to want to make her a pot of soup. "I had the stuff to make a soup with." "Of course Joanie but you did'nt, because when you don't feel well you want to take it easy."

Well Joanie loved the soup and was so pleased that the next lesson was to be a freebie. Joanie thought me somewhat different that I did not want a free lesson.

"Joanie, I made the soup for you because I like you a lot, I was so glad to do this for you." 

"Geeze Randy, that is so kind. I want to do something nice for you as well."

"O.K. Every time I am here for a lesson let me enjoy your company till the next student arrives."

"That would make you happy, Randy?"

"Joanie, it really would, I like your personality and how you dress and I really like talking to you." 

Her granny glasses were on the table so I took them and with the corner of my red flannel shirt I cleaned them so they sparkled.

She looked through them and said,

"Flannel shirts do a great job of keeping my glasses clean, I don't remember the last time they sparkled."

"Joanie, tell me when they are not sparkling and I will do something about it." 

"Could you do me a favor, Randy?" 

"Glad to, if I can." 

"Swing by a drugstore and pick me up an eyeglasses chain, I am always leaving my glasses somewhere in the house and it can be a bother to find them. Of course I will pay for it.



Joanie did not know I knew how to string beads and that when I was married, my wife had the same problem of leaving her half-glasses somewhere in the house. 

So not liking the eyeglass chains available in stores I learned how to make some very feminine styles and sold them at Flea markets

The next time I had a lesson I gave her a very nice hand made eyeglasses chain and picked up a few nice pair of gold half-glasses as well. The phone rang and Joanie went in the other room to answer it and I guess she was so happy about the beaded eyeglass chain she forgot about the two pair of gold half-round glasses I gave her.

"Randy! This is the nicest I have ever seen, where did you buy it? 

"I made it for you Joanie."

"You made it! This is so nice. Thankyou so much! you have to come over for supper, very soon."

"Now that sounds like a great idea!"

Joanie walked over and threw her arms around me and hugged me tight and she had to know there was something like love growing in my pants.

"I love this chain. I never saw one this nice in the stores. What would you like for supper when I have you over?"

"Meatloaf is always good with onion gravy and mashed, maybe string beans cooked with ham or ham hocks."

"Randy, You got me two pair of glasses for reading?"

"Yup, gold half-glasses style, these are the half-round stle. Do you like them?" 

"Yes very much." 

And she gave me a nice hug and once again I felt my loins stirring up into the size of a Nathans foot long frank.

Joanie tried her new half-glasses and said she could see very well with them. I told her I would make sure they were spotless when I came over and that she has two more eyeglass chains comming.

Six months later. 

I had been taking lessons for eight months now and I was starting to understanding the mechanics of music. 

I was starting to think about Joanie in a loving way, what could I do that would make us really close? I knew I wanted her sexually but I had romantic thoughts as well. And I gave serious thought to having her as my wife.

One day Joanie called me and asked if I knew anything about car electrical systems. She was ending up with a dead battery quite often and did not trust garages.

"I'm heading over now Joanie, I might be able to help. She had a VW squareback that still used a generator to charge the battery as compared to cars that used an alternator. As it was I had actual experience with generators and by simply flashing the field I was able to get that generator to once again furnish the volts and amperes needed to keep the battery up. I had also checked the battery and it was good.

The day I fixed her car was cold and windy and I decided to start getting closer to her. So when I was in her house, I walked over to her giving a nice hug and said,

"Well the generator is working again, you should have no trouble now Joanie."

Joanie gave me a squeeze and pulled me in closer. I was getting my shorts in a knot and Joanie reached her hand down and felt the lump in my pants.

"That a pistol in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"

Damn she does a good Mae West voice and I loved Mae West with her sexy insinuations. 

Thanksgiving was three weeks away and I had no real plans, heck no family down here but I knew how to cook. Not like a chef but enough to take care of my needs like a real good burger, meatloaf; pork ribs; yada yada yada suffice it to say I had no trouble making what I liked eating.

Two days after a lesson Joanie called and asked if I could come over. The time was around seven and it was cold and raining out. Joanie did not sound good, very sad really. So I told her I was on my way. I picked up an apple pie from Sams Club and brought it over.

I knocked and she let me in. She was very quiet and I had to wonder if it was some some sort of medical thing that was troubling her.

I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug and asked what the trouble was.

"I feel so all alone lately and to be honest, I can't wait for you to come in for a lesson. I love how you wipe my half-glasses with your shirt to make them sparkle and how you make me laugh or giggle at times. 

"And when you are here till the next student comes I don't want you to go home, and I think I fell in love with you." 

Well if that did not touch me, nothing would. Thing is I fell in love with her awhile ago.

"Geeze Joanie, I don't know what to say, but that I fell in love with you first."

"You Did?"

"Yes I knew it when I made the pot of chicken soup for you and fixing your car. Hell Joanie you had to know when we hugged a few times. I know Mae West knew it.

"That was only two months after taking lessons and you felt that way about me then? to want to make me a pot of soup?"

"Yes Joanie that is it, you are a lovely and loving woman who for whatever reason is a single woman but not any more!"

I already knew how I felt about Joanie, that I wanted her to be mine and after a couple of years I might want to marry her. I did not tell her that I just let her think that we could be close. Close like in real close, intimate even. Joanie is nicely bosomed, I bet they are 46D's and I would love to check them out. 

"Lets work on that Chopin piece you like so much Randy."

"Sure."

So I sat next to her on the bench and started to play opus ten number three and she was softly humming the piece.

"Randy, you play the melody I will play the lower cleft."

We played that etude for all it was worth and it was just the best thing ever. We were bonding, Joanie and I. She was wearing her half-glasses and I moved my head back to see through hers. 

"I wondered when you would do that," she said with a smile.

"Do what Joanie?"

"Look through my glasses, why do they turn you on so?"

"No idea, I just like the looks but not any old pair of glasses they have to be the half-glasses style or ovals or rect- angulars which I call granny glasses.

"Does your mother wear reading glasses?"

"Yes but I was liking women in glasses long before she needed them." 

"And besides, I already have this attitude, like people don't know how electricity is produced but they like what it does for them. Same with me, I don't know why wearing glasses does things but I like what I feel about it. 

"Do they get you aroused?"

"Quite often yes, and when a woman has them hanging from a sexy feminine style eyeglasses chain, I can only imagine what a woman could do wih them. Good thing I never said anything about patent black high heels."

"Is that a fetish, Randy?"

"I don't know, maybe we will have to find out some time. What do you say about that Joanie?" 

"For the sake of science, we should check it out. You never know what may be discovered."



The Piano Lesson



Sometimes music is the window to pleasure. I’m not talking about just that recycled crap that dominates our radio stations. I found that out when I took a piano lesson with Katya. She was 24 years old, and had the body of a Greek goddess. Chances are she could have been a Greek goddess in another life. I was only a few years older. I only went because my friend Tom recommended her. He told me I would not be disappointed with the lesson and that I’ll kept coming back for more. So I decided to call up one day and make an appointment.

"Hello?" she answered in a cute voice.

"Yes, I wanted to make an arrangement for a piano lesson," I said nervously.

"Were you referred by someone to me? I only take people who are single, lonely, and male."

"That’s an interesting list of prerequisites," I laughed.

"It’s how I work. Do you want the lesson or not?"

"Sure."

"How about tomorrow at 3 p.m.?"

"Okay. How much will this cost?"

"$200 for 10 lessons."

"I don’t have that kind of money," I exclaimed.

"We’ll I’m sure we can work something out. Like a payment plan. Tomorrow then?"

"Fine. See you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone and kept wondering why she charged so much and gave me multiple lessons. I mind turned to erotic thoughts of this porn film of a piano teacher giving a student more than just lessons if you know what I mean. I laughed and just shrugged it off. The only other reason could be that Katya is really good and was going to make a star out of me. I called Tom and asked why she charged so much. He told me that the lessons were very good and I will be pleased. He even gave me an example of his piano playing. The selection was some classical stuff and he went through it without a hitch. This was a guy who couldn’t play a note five weeks ago. I waited with anticipation to see why she was good......

The next day, I was like a chicken running around with his head cut off. I couldn’t sleep all night wondering what she was about. So around three, I headed over to her place. The door was cracked slightly open. Could she have been waiting for me. When I got inside, This vision of beauty was at a grand piano. Wearing Daisy Dukes and a white tank top, she played the piano with robustness. Katya's body was tanned nicely, and she had long black hair. I was not only amazed by her ability, but by her beauty. When she was done, she turned around as I applauded. The tank top was incredibly tight to shape her nicely rounded breasts. Now all the thoughts of that movie I watched seemed eerily real.

"Hi there," she said with a smile.

"Hi," I said as I drew a blank.

"Are you ready for your lesson?"

"Yeah."

"Well, come on down."

I sat on the bench as she stood close to me. I could smell her perfume. I knew right off the bat it was Chanel No. 5. She put her hands on mine and slowly directed me. I kept fluffing every third note.

"Here, this may help," she said as she turned on a classical CD, "Let your mind go and your body will follow. Close your eyes and play."

I tried again and this time I played with confidence. She took her hands off of mine and started to stroke my chest. My head fell back onto her breasts and then she started to kiss me. I took her into my arms and kissed her. It began to get wild and intense that I took her tight tank top off and started sucking on her breasts like a newborn baby and nudging her nipples softly with my teeth. She got up and removed her short shorts. 

"Get on top of the piano. I like playing with other instruments too," she said sweetly.

I did what I was told and she removed my shorts and revealed a huge example of my manhood. I was nervous as she traced a heart on my chest.

"Don’t be afraid," she said, "Just listen to the music and let it guide you."

She took out a condom and placed it on my cock. Instead of putting me into her vagina, she slid her asshole down onto it. She moaned a little responding to my meaty cock inside her ass. This was just like the film and now it was happening to me. A beautiful girl was taking anal from me. She couldn’t control herself so she rode it fast and hard. She moaned like crazy for she loved to have a cock, dildo, or strap on up her ass trying to break the tension.

"That’s right baby," she said tirelessly, "Follow the music. Feel the rhythm we are in. Let it become you."

After about 15 minutes of that, She got off of me, took my hand and helped me off the piano. 

"Come from behind me and pleasure my other senses," she instructed. 

She put her hands on top of the piano and I inserted myself inside of her. I started out on slow thrusts. Even for her that let out a reaction. She turned around to kiss me while I was working in and out of her. Suddenly, the music started to get thunderous.

"Faster, baby," she said, "Feel the music."

I began to work her faster and she started to scream and praise me in the process. The music just took a hold of me and made me its prisoner. I loved it. 

"Oh, baby, I’m ready to cum," she declared. 

With that incentive, I thrusted harder into her. She was ready to fall, but I held her up. I didn’t want to let her down by not bringing her to orgasm. After two long and hard thrusts, she let out a sigh of relief and came. She turned her head around and kissed me.

"Ready to continue your lesson?" She asked.

We both laughed and sat on the piano bench together. We played until time was up. I got dressed afterwards and set my appointment time for the next lesson.

"Katya?" 

"Yes?"

"Thank you. I know it probably didn’t mean much to you, but it meant a lot to me," I said as I smiled.

"It meant a lot to me too, darling," returning my smile.

"But don’t you do this with every guy you give lessons to?"

"No. You were the first."

"Why me?"

She then approached me and kissed me again, "Find out next week."

When I got home, I called up Tom to tell him that the lesson went well. I didn’t tell him about the other stuff that went on.

"So are you going back next week?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think I am going to like the piano."

"Good. Katya sure knows how to tickle the ivories."

"Amongst other things," I added.

"Huh?"

I just laughed and waited with baited breath until next Thursday at 3 pm.



The Piano Lesson



Introduction: 

I recently met my talented music tutor Mike on-line and we inspired each other to write this story about the lessons he would like to give me one day..... 

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Mike paced up and down nervously in the music room, at the back of his house. He was 40 and divorced, he had been a piano teacher for many years and was highly regarded in the community. His music room was very large with a grand piano at one end, by the large French windows over looking the garden. 

He had many students ranging in age from 5 to 55, but today was special and he was excited at the thought of seeing Adele again. He had first seen her when she walked into his local pub, she was sexy and she knew it! She was about 30, quite tall with a butt to die for, and her shirt was unbuttoned to show her beautiful cleavage, and her mini skirt showed off her slim waist and long sexy tanned legs perfectly. 

To Mike's delight his friends knew her and called her over. Apparently her name was Adele and she was a beauty therapist, she sat at the table across from him. He watched as she sipped her drink. He found himself fascinated as she parted her mouth and licked the wine from her soft lips. He looked at her blue eyes and she caught his gaze, they smiled at each other as the conversation continued around them. They started talking about work and someone mentioned that Mike taught the piano, he was flattered when she exclaimed that she had always wanted to play. 

Adele's friend said.. 'I'm sure Mike will give you a lesson' 

"Oh would you.. I'd love to have a go." 

And that's how it started, simple really. He remembered her first lesson. He had told himself to be very professional OK she was a very attractive woman but she was a student, those thoughts went out of the window the second he opened the door and she stood there dressed in a little black number, very short, and very low cut. 

He showed her around the house and into the music room they sat and had a glass of wine and talked for a while. He enjoyed her, she was relaxed and fun and incredibly sexy. He found himself getting semi-hard as her skirt rode upward giving him a glimpse of her black panties. She seemed not to notice as she continued their conversation. 

During the lesson he found himself sitting closer than he should (getting a great view of her breasts) and taking the opportunity to hold her hands as he placed them on the right keys. He also noticed that her short dress rode up on the piano stool showing her bare tanned legs off. How he wanted to be under the piano looking up at her panties. They laughed together as she attempted to play the scales and at the end of the lesson he asked her if she had enjoyed herself. Adele kissed him on the cheek and said that he was a lovely teacher, and that she was looking forward to the next time.... 

During the next few weeks, they flirted through the lessons. She always wore short skirts and revealing tops and he found himself more and more turned on by her. He often wanked off after her lesson thinking about her sexy body. 

Mike decided that he had to get a picture of her so he set up his digital video camera in the corner of the room behind some books. He sat close to her and managed to get her to lean forward slightly giving the camera a great view of her breasts and lacy bra. She smiled as she caught him looking at her but carried on as if nothing had happened... 

After she was gone he loaded the disc into his computer and took off his clothes to wank naked as he reviewed the pictures of her boobs and ass. That's when he made his mind up, he would put the camera under the piano and get a look at her panties.... 

And so here he was pacing up and down waiting for her to arrive. The door bell rang and he let her in. She was wearing a little denim mini and a tight shirt that showed off a lacy black bra underneath. They took a glass of wine into the music room and Adele placed it on top of the piano as they started the lesson. All Mike could think of was the camera taking great pictures of her knickers, then it happened...... 

She was taking a sip of wine and dropped the glass on the floor, as she bent down she cried out "Oh look there's a camera under here..." 

Mike went bright red..and stuttered...'er..is there' 

To his amazement Adele smiled and said "Come on lets get on with the lesson" 

Mike composed himself and continued, however he noticed a smile on Adele's face and he could see that her legs were open a little wider giving the camera a good view. The lesson ended and she once again kissed his cheek and left with a little giggle. 

Mike's cock had never been so hard as he looked at the pictures. He could see her soft thighs leading up to a little pair of pink panties that did nothing to hide her soft smooth pussy lips, she had opened them quite wide and Mike got a great view of the outline of her lips and he could swear that they were a little damp.... 

Mike stroked his rock hard cock until he came hard that night but he started to think what was she playing at? She knew he had a camera filming her pussy, would she tell? Would she come back? Why didn't she say anything? He thought about it all week but Adele didn't call him. 

Then came the day of her next lesson. He almost wasn't expecting the door bell to ring, but it did and there was Adele looking very beautiful. He was disappointed to see that she had a coat on...Hi! She breezed into the room and he followed her to the music room. 'Can I take your coat?' he asked. 

“Sure”

Adele turned to look at him and slowly undid the buttons and belt, she slipped it off her shoulders to reveal that she was only wearing a tiny see-through white teddy with a tiny watching thong.....He gasped as Adele said 

“I thought this outfit would look better on camera....” 

Mike didn't quite know what to say. He looked in to her sultry eyes, for weeks she had been teasing him, he had to take the initiative before she changed her mind...she had planned this.. 

'Well Adele we will be making music this afternoon, but not using the piano.....' Her eyes opened wide in semi-shock, but quickly she realised she was going to enjoy her 'lesson' this afternoon... 

With her best pupil face and eyes and with her sucking her finger in an erotic manner she asked "What instrument will you be teaching me to play this afternoon Mr Taylor" 

Oh she had never called him that before, gosh she was such a tease, but he loved it... 

Instead of replying he took her hand and led her in to his bedroom. Billy the cat scampered out of the room, he knew best when he should make himself scarce... 

He stopped and she spun close in to his arms. He planted a kiss on her open lips, oh they were as he had always dreamt they would be like, soft and lush. She didn't pull away from him. He felt her tongue seeking out his. Oh my word this woman was sexy. 

He ran his hands over her body, he was playing her like a musical instrument. A caress here would produce a sigh, a squeeze there would cause her to cry out in surprise. And as his fingers pushed her thong to one side and seek out her clitoris she groaned deeply and held on to his shoulders tightly as her legs buckled under her. Oh she was so wet and aroused, his finger slipped in first two then three, so hot and sticky. Gosh he could smell her arousal now. Very overpowering. 

Mike picked her up in his strong arms and placed her down on the bed. She maintained her eye contact with him as he quickly stripped off his clothes. Her eyes dropped down his body as he undid his jeans. She wanted to see his cock.... oh hmmmmmmm that looks nice Mike.... I love men with large cocks and yours is exceptional... 

Mike moved forward and she took hold of his cock in her slim fingers. He let his hands roam through her short hair as she used her fingers to spread his pre-cum over the sensitive head of his cock. She moved her fingers down the thick shaft, playing softly with his balls. Feeling their heavy weight, she realised there was more than 10cc's of spunk in there.... 

She looked up in to his eyes as her tongue came out of her mouth and traced a path around the head and down the sensitive underside of his cock. Mike's eyes closed and his moved backwards as he concentrated on maintaining control of his urge to shoot his load there and then. The nine times table normally worked!! 

He looked down again and watched as Adele stretched her lips around the head of his cock, gradually taking him into her mouth and down her throat, her fingers holding him tight all the time. 

She then started to bob her head back and forth on his shaft. Her cheeks showing all the suction she was applying to his cock. Mike was crying out. Clenching his buttocks. Adele held on to his thighs pulling him forward. Taking him fully to the back of her throat. 

She was a master of her art. She let him free from her mouth but continued her teasing with the softest touch of her elegant fingers on the sensitive head, before taking him back in to her mouth. Mike wondered how much longer he could last, but Adele seemed to have him under control... 

She looked in to his eyes... "Mike would you like to come in my mouth or deep in my pussy" 'Oh baby what a choice' 

She still had a grip on his cock and her fingers were never still, if he let go now, she would get a face full of spunk.... 

He kneeled down and took hold of her face and kissed her, tasting his own salty per-cum, he wasn't put off. He pushed her back on to the bed, once again using his fingers to move her thongs to one side, this time he used his tongue to tease her pussy. He noticed Adele grabbing handfuls of the bed clothes she was lying on as he went to work, lapping up her pussy juices, and waiting to discover her clitoris.... he knew it would appear soon. 

His tongue movements we deliberately slow and long, the full length of her hot slit. Then he felt the hard tip of her clit under his tongue. She withered and gasped as he put pressure on it. Her legs where now spread, her stocking clad feet flat on the bed lifting her pussy hard against Mike's face. With his two hands Mike quickly pulled off her thongs. They smelt gorgeous.... 

His cock was aching to get inside her, he lifted her legs up on to his shoulders and with one hand holding himself up he used the other to guide the tip of his cock in to the entrance of her pussy. He paused as if for permission.... she looked in to his eyes and in a sultry voice 

"Fuck me please Mike. Fuck me hard, you know I deserve it" 

He didn't need any further request, his cock plunged in to her tight and well lubricated channel, oh that was such a lovely feeling. 

Mike pushed her legs back until she was bent double, boy was he deep in to her now. She was holding on to her legs so he could concentrate on fucking her. Slowly and deep at first. But the pressure around the tip and shaft of his cock didn't lessen. He speeded up plunging fully in and out. 

Adele was panting and crying out, he knew she wouldn't be able to take much of this treatment. He closed his eyes arched his back and just pushed through the barrier and went for it, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Her cry came more and more often, louder and louder. Until with a huge groan and a shout his cock erupted deep inside her pussy, splashing his cum deep inside her pussy. 

Adele lost her strength and her legs flopped either side of Mike, wrapping their way around his waist and crossing behind his body, she didn't want him to pull out. 

"Oh Mike this is the sort of lesson I would love to have in future...... I hope you have captured it on camera......."



The Piano Lesson



[Author's note: Not the usual Mabeusian fare, this is a story of female domination. What's good for the goose... --dr.M.]


As Lorraine walked up the steps of the mansion for Andrew's one o'clock lesson, she could hear him butchering Beethoven's "Für Elise" in a way so awful it had to be intentional. Sure enough, the musical carnage soon ended in a burst of raucous laughter followed by the sound of several people slamming their hands down on the keyboard—all in all a forced, nasty sound. 

"Good afternoon, Harris," she said as the houseman opened the door. He seemed composed as usual, although a little gray with strain. 

"Who's here?" She handed him her valise as she took off her gloves and hat. 

"The usual group of young snots," he said with polite diffidence, helping her with her coat.

"When did it start?"

"Oh, only an hour or so ago, thank heavens. But they've been over continually since the Mr. and Mrs.left. He needs supervision. You know how he is."

"Why aren't I surprised?" she asked, taking off her long coat.

"I wish they would have taken him with."

"Well, you know this was a special trip for them. Adults only, Harris."

He rolled his eyes and took her coat, draping it over his arm. "You're looking well today, Miss Vann."

"Thank you, Harris. That's sweet."

What he said was true. Lorraine was a very attractive young woman and she always dressed well for Andrew's lessons. Beneath her coat she wore a snug, charcoal-gray wool skirt and pearl-gray blouse over a black turtleneck. Her boots were snug and well polished and would have made her look severe if not for her angelic face, framed by a luxurious mane of insouciant blonde hair. Her face almost demanded these clothes to give her person a proper amount of gravitas, yet the severity of the clothes cut both ways, emphasizing those parts of her that were most womanly. On Lorraine, these parts were quite evident.

"Have you heard from them?" she asked. "Did they arrive safely?"

"Oh yes," Harris said, hanging up her coat and putting it in the hall closet. "They called this morning. "The boat docked last night and they had a very nice trip, very relaxing, just what they wanted. They'll stay in Cherbourg for two days visiting some friends of Mrs. Pitlow's, then go on to Paris for the week. They'll fly back next Sunday."

"And they did make arrangements for Andrew, of course?"

"Yes, Miss Vann. His Aunt Celia is coming this evening and will stay the week. They did repeat their request and hoped you'd reconsider. Their offer still stands, in fact, Mr. Pitlow wished me to tell you that he'd offer you half again as much if you'd agree. They think the world of you and you seem to be one of the few people who can make Master Andrew behave."

"Mmmm." Lorraine looked at him with her hazel eyes. That was a lot of money they were talking about just to baby-sit an eighteen year-old, but there was the question of propriety. Lorraine was just out of her twenties herself, and Andrew was an attractive young man. How would it look, her staying with him for a week to look after him? 

She smiled. "I'm a piano teacher, Harris, not a governess."

"Of course, I understand. But should you change your mind, Aunt Celia is fully prepared to change her plans and I'm to give you her room. And between you and me, Miss Vann, I don't think she's looking forward to this. She can't handle him either."

There was a burst of laughter from the back of the house and Lorraine looked up.

The front hallway and foyer were done in marble—too much marble, gaudy and ostentatious—and the grand sweep of the staircase going up to the second floor, embracing the enormous chandelier of Venetian crystal, didn't help. The Pitlows were new money, dotcom money, and their wealth was only skin deep. There was the feeling of something raw and unrefined beneath all the marble and expensive furniture.

"Thank you, Harris. I'd better see what the young Master is up to. May I have my umbrella please?"

Taking her valise and rolled up umbrella, she walked toward the conservatory, and as she did, the objects in the mansion seemed to light up and come alive as she passed, as if she held a lantern in her hand. She recognized the paintings like old friends—the Monet, the Sargent, the Burchfield, a Marcy—walking through room after room, each room impeccable, professionally designed. The sounds of laughter and horseplay from the conservatory got louder. Two hands playing a sloppy duet of "Heart and Soul" on bass and middle range of the magnificent Bösendorfer while someone else slapped the high treble keys. 

Lorraine opened the large French door to the conservatory and stepped inside, looked about at the chaotic scene and just stood there.

The room was a scene of anarchy. Andy sat at the keyboard of the concert grand playing the bass part of Heart and Soul next to a pretty girl with long red hair who was picking out the melody with an uncertain forefinger. Standing next to the bench, a short, wiry boy was slapping the treble keys like a monkey to the obvious entertainment of another, dull-looking lout in shorts and teeshirt, while on the sofa, three more boys and two girls seemed involved in a tickling match, squirming around and laughing. There were pillows and shoes and jackets on the floor, and all this at one PM, the exact time of Andy's lesson. He knew she liked to start things exactly on time.

Her eyes went back to Andy, tall, well built, dressed in jeans and a blue sweater that matched the sky-blue of his eyes, his blonde hair hanging over his forehead. He'd matured physically so much in the last two years, but inside man and boy still fought for control. He'd been a competent pianist, the one consistent trait in his wild, undisciplined personality, but that had changed when he'd started college last fall. Now even the discipline of piano was too much for him and he'd stopped practicing, preferring to hang out with these "friends".

She stood there in the doorway, saying nothing, then she picked up her umbrella and rapped it on the floor. Slowly the wildness stopped. The kids wanted to ignore her, but Lorraine was not one to be ignored, and as they quieted down, Andy turned around and noticed her.

He looked at her and smiled, then his eyes swept her up and down in a most un-studentlike way. "Hey, Miss V. Is it that time already? I didn't notice. These are my friends. This is Lisa and Jennifer, and that's Jason and Scrunch and Simon and Ryan and Bulldog and Tyler. Guys, this is my piano teacher, Lorraine Vann."

A mumbled chorus of nods and "Hi's." 

"Pleased to meet you all," she said. "But it's one o'clock, and that's time for our lesson. I only take one student at a time. Andrew, your friends are going to have to leave."

From the smile on his face she thought there might be trouble, but Andy just nodded. "Sure. No problem. Guys, you're going to have to clear out. I'll see you later, okay? Got to have my piano lesson, you know?" He raised his eyebrows and some of his friends laughed. Lorraine wondered if he'd been talking about her. She was aware of the way some of the boys looked at her.

"Sure, Andy, sure." "Yeah, later." "Right, man."

She turned to watch the kids and as she did she saw Andy turn and put his arm around the red-haired girl and lean over for a big, open-mouthed kiss. The girl burst out laughing and as she pushed him away, fell off the bench, which brought a peal of laughter from the two boys at the piano, but she noticed Andy's face darkened with humiliation.

The kids put on their shoes, got their coats and backpacks, horsed around. The cell phones came out and they made their arrangements and attempted to tidy the place up, picking up pillows and straightening rugs. 

"Don't worry about that," she said. "The maid will take care of cleaning up. I'm sure you'll be seeing Andrew later. Now we just need an hour for his lesson."

Scrunch tried to catch Andy's eye, but Andy was still smarting from the redhead's rejection and was sitting starting at the piano. 

"An hour, right. Right, Andy? And what do you want me to do with that stuff?" Scrunch asked, hefting a large black gym bag.

"Just leave it by the chair. I'll take care of it," Andy said. He looked at Lorraine then dropped his eyes. "Personal stuff."

She nodded. She couldn't imagine what kind of personal stuff Andy would have to carry around in a black gym bag in his own house. Scrunch dropped it by the chair and it clanked.

"Okay, I'll talk to you guys later," Andy said, and the kids answered back, laughed, took one last look around and shrugged and shambled out. 

Lorraine watched them leave, then sat down in the chair by the piano and leaned her hands on her umbrella. Andy turned toward the piano and dried his hands on his trousers, a sly look on his face, then combed the unruly lock of blond hair back out of his face.

"So," she said brightly. "Do you miss your folks?"

He gave a little laugh. "Yeah. Sure."

"You have something planned with your friends? Your Aunt Celia's coming to stay with you, I understand."

"Yeah. That should be fun. In bed by nine o'clock."

"Now be nice to her, Andy."

He laughed. "Oh, I will. I will."

Lorraine smiled and opened her valise. "You know, your parents wanted me to stay with you." She looked at him, ready to gauge his reaction.

He looked at her with surprise that turned into something like fear. "You? You're kidding!"

She wasn't disappointed. "I'm not. It's true. If you give Aunt Celia a hard time, I just might take them up on it. I want you to behave while they're gone, Andrew."

She knew the thought of her staying with him, sleeping under the same roof, would unsettle him. She'd seen the way he looked at her. Unaccountably, she enjoyed playing with the idea.

"Harris has offered me the spare bedroom," she said.

"Oh come on! What do you think I'm going to do? Burn the place down?"

"I don't know, but I wonder about it. Those girls are coming back?"

"Maybe."

"How well do you know them?"

"Oh hell. I've known them since high school."

"That redhead—Lisa? She didn't seem to appreciate you much, huh?"

"What are you talking about—? Oh. You saw?" He blushed. "Ah, I was just kidding around."

"How come you don't have a girl, Andy? They can't all treat you like that?"

"What do you mean? I get what I need. Christ, Miss V. In fact, I take care of myself pretty well."

"Is that right?" she asked.

Andy grinned. "God, Miss V. You're as bad as my parents. You must think I don't know anything. You'd flip if you knew some of the things I've done, the things I'm into."

Lorraine stood up and leaned her umbrella against the chair, ignoring him. "Where's your music, Andy?" 

Suddenly he looked defensive. "Ah, I don't know. I think I must have left it at school."

"Again?"

"Sorry."

"Okay. We'll use mine."

Lorraine reached in her valise and took out a sheaf of music, then spread it on the stand, leaning over Andy so that her breasts passed by his face. She saw his eyes flick to watch her and she smiled. 

Her position in the Pitlow household was odd. Officially she was only the piano teacher, but in fact she was much, much more—part governess, part social secretary to Mrs. Pitlow, part confidante, she was a stabilizing influence on the entire family. 

"So, did you practice this week, Andy?" 

"Oh yes, Miss Vann. Assiduously."

At the sound of the word she looked at him and he gave her a cocky smile. 

"Assiduously, huh?" She walked over and closed the door to the rest of the house. "Then why don't we start with the exercises in Hanon. I think we were on page twelve."

Andy opened the big green book to the proper place, poised his hands over the keyboard and looked at the forest of black sixteenth notes in front of him. Lorraine came and stood behind him, crossing her arms under her breasts, waiting for him to begin. He stared for some time, and finally the little finger of his left hand and the thumb of his right came down on two notes and stopped there, the sound ringing out, then dying away as he gazed fixedly at the page of music, unable to continue. At last he switched fingers and played two more notes. 

It was ridiculous. He was a much better pianist than that. He could sight read the piece better than that.

"Wonderful," Lorraine said dryly. "Now you want to take it about a thousand times faster? Those are sixteenth notes, Andy. The tempo is presto." She clapped her hands. "Like this. Now try it again."

She stood up and waited and Andy started again, but again the same thing happened—two notes pure in the air, dying away to silence before he'd found the next two, and this time she couldn't miss that Andy Pitlow self-satisfied smirk, even though he tried to hide it.

"All right," she said with thinly veiled irritation. "I guess we didn't practice our Hanon this week, did we, Andrew?"

"Hmmm. We thought we did, Miss V."

She ignored the sarcasm. "The Bach. Did you practice this? You said you really liked this piece, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah." Andy took the music out and spread it on the rack and Lorraine sat down in the armchair near the piano, the black gym bag near her feet. As he looked over the music and stretched, she casually nudged the bag with her shoe and heard the clank of metal against glass.

What the hell? 

Andy got nowhere with the Bach. He played the parts he'd played last week and they were no better now than they'd been then, maybe even a little worse. It was obvious he hadn't made any progress. 

"When I just asked you if you practiced this you told me, yes. You told me, 'Oh yeah.' What's up, Andy?"

"No. You misunderstood. I said, 'Oh yeah, I really like this piece.' I didn't mean, 'Oh yeah, I practiced it.'"

Lorraine stood up and folded her arms. She locked her legs so the skirt pulled tight against them

"What's going on Andy? I thought you and I were through playing these BS games. Now, I asked you at the start whether you'd practiced or not and you told me yes, you had. And now I'm finding that no, you haven't, and you're wasting my time. You know I don't like it when you waste my time. I could be doing something else right now a lot more productive than this."

"But I did practice, Miss V. I wasn't kidding."

"What have you practiced, Andy? Why don't we just cut to the chase and you can show me what you've practiced."

He smiled at her and slid down a bit on the stool, then made a dramatic show of preparing to play, closing his hands into fists and flinging them open several times to loosen the muscles. When he had her full attention he bent over the keyboard in fierce concentration and launched into a deliberately clumsy version of the bass part for Heart and Soul, fingers stiff, elbows flying, playing as if he'd never been at a piano before.

Lorraine turned to him. "Very nice, Andy. Am I supposed to be amused?"

"You can be whatever you want." He kept on playing.

"Okay wait. Wait! Andy? Andy! What's going on here?"

She finally pulled out the keyboard cover and leaned on it to stop him from playing. Andy stood up from the piano.

"What's going on here? I'll tell you what's going on here," he said calmly. "I'm sick of it. I'm sick of these fucking lessons. I don't want to take them anymore and I'm done. The lessons are over."

She raised her eyebrows. "I don't think you can make that decision."

"I certainly can. You heard me. I'm eighteen. I don't have to do what they want anymore. I'm an adult. I'll live my own life and make my own decisions and my first decision is not to take piano lessons anymore."

Lorraine looked at him but she was calm. " Alright. If that's your decision, we can discuss it. But why the games? Why waste my time? If you want to be treated like an adult, why don't you try acting like an adult."

"Oh please," he said. "Don't talk down to me, Miss V. It's simple, really. I'm telling you 'no'. No more lessons. I'm old enough to decide what I want to do and I want to party with my friends." 

Lorraine folded her arms over her chest. "I don't think that's wise, Andrew."

"I don't care what you think. That's what I want. I'm calling the shots here now!" He grinned at her. "But hey, you're welcome to stay if you want, Miss V."

There was a sudden knock at the door, quiet and tentative, and Lorraine looked at Andrew. It was an unwritten law that no one disturbed them during their lessons. Harris knew this very well, and so did Anna the maid, so this had to be friends of Andrew. The grin stayed on his face.

"And who might that be, Andrew?" she asked softly. "Guests?"

"Maybe," he said. "Why don't we find out?"

He strode to the French doors and unlocked them to reveal Scrunch and the two girls standing there with their coats on. They stopped when they saw Loraine and looked at her with suspicion.

"It's cold out there," Scrunch said. "We thought you might be done."

"Come on in, guys," Andy said a bit loudly. "It's cool. Miss Vann was just leaving."

Lorraine raised her eyebrows as if that were news to her. She didn't move. The two girls hung back, but Scrunch stood up tall and attempted to saunter into the room. He didn't quite pull it off. Lorraine's presence made him nervous.

Andy turned to her. "You can go now, Miss V. The lesson's over. This is my house and I don't want you here anymore. I want to be with my friends."

"And that's all there is to it? "

"That's all there is to it. My house, my rules. Unless you decided to take me up on my invitation." He leered at her for the benefit of his friends.

"I see. We're going to have a party?" Lorraine looked at Andy and he fought to withstand her gaze. Scrunch wouldn't meet her eyes and the two girls looked away.

Lorraine went to the gym bag and Andy moved to stop her, but before he could get there, she'd unzipped it.

"Don't touch that!"

She already had it open and had pulled out two bottles of vodka and set them on the floor. She straightened up slowly and reached for her umbrella. None of the young people moved.

Using the point of the umbrella, Lorraine opened the bag and rummaged around inside and carefully fished out a black leather flogger, which hung on the tip of her umbrella like a harpooned octopus fished from the deep. She laid it on the carpet. A leather collar followed, attached to a set of cuffs.

Andy stood there, red-faced.

"Whoa!" Scrunch said, and laughed. "Is that what you had in there? You told me it was exercise equipment! You're weird, dude!" 

The two girls laughed nervously and covered their mouths and Andy only got redder. "Fuck you!" he said.

She rummaged around in the bag. She could see chains, vibrators, whips. For Andy? 

She glanced again at the girls. They just didn't look like the type. They were trying to act cool but it was obvious they found the sight of this bondage gear rather surprising.

"Okay." Lorraine straightened up. "The party's cancelled. I think it's time you three left."

"No. You're leaving," Andy said. "I told you. I don't want you here."

Lorraine ignored him. 

"What about the vodka?" Scrunch asked. "I paid for that." 

"That stays here. It's against the law for me to give liquor to a minor and you're all minors. I'm not putting my ass on the line so you can get drunk. Now move it. You can party somewhere else."

"Well, fuck!"

"You don't have to listen to her," Andy objected. "This is my house! I make the rules."

"Out." She lowered her voice and the three kids shrank back and stood there uncertainly. "The Pitlows left me in charge of this place. There's not going to be any party tonight, or any other night. I guarantee you that. Now get out."

Scrunch stared at her for a while and then laughed. 

"Way to handle her, Andy. Great plan. Fuck! You owe me for the booze, man. Come on, ladies."




The Piano Lesson



Lorraine watched with satisfaction as Scrunch and the girls left the room, slamming the door as well as they could behind them, but the door fit too well and the hinges were hydraulically damped. 

She and Andy stood there unmoving for several long, silent moments, then he turned on her.

"Damn it! Why did you?"

"Hush!"

Her word was like a slap. It stopped him cold, shocking him, but he soon picked up the attack again.

"No! I want to know why!"

"Hush, now!" She turned on him and he clamped his mouth shut, startled. 

"Did you tell them you were going to get rid of me? Was that your plan?"

He looked away from her, unable to meet her gaze as Lorraine's eyes bored into him. He tried to face her, but it was as if he couldn't lift his head. He stood there shamefaced.

She turned and went to the gym bag and reached inside, pulled out a random handful of stuff—cuffs and chains and a whip—and threw it on the carpet. It was all new. It scattered and clanked at his feet.

"And what's this? Is this something new for you, Andy? Is this one of those things that you're 'into' now?"

"It's none of your business," he said softly.

"Do you even know anything about this, Andy?"

"I said, it's none of your business."

"No, maybe not. But thinking you can get rid of me just by telling me to leave, making a mockery of me in front of your friends, that is my business, Andrew. I just wonder what gave you the idea you had that kind of authority? What side of the whip are you on when you play your little games, Andrew? Do you even know?"

He looked at her with sudden fear, then cast his eyes down quickly and clenched his teeth in resistance. 

She was swept with a sudden wave of compassion for him, for his innocence and naiveté, and yet inside that compassion there was a rising excitement too, as when a predator scents a bleeding wound. 

"Sit down," she said, indicating the piano bench. "We're not done with your lesson."

"No. I told you, I quit."

"I said, sit down, Andrew. You can't quit without notifying me. You have to complete this last lesson. Now sit down."

With a stubborn pout on his face, he sat at the bench. 

"I haven't practiced," he said stubbornly.

"Oh, but you have. You told me you have. Play 'Heart and Soul'. Play what you know."

He looked like he was about to resist, but Lorraine stood up behind him and tapped her umbrella on the floor, and the old routine of teacher and student reasserted itself. Andy lifted his hands and began to play the bass part he'd been playing earlier, the childish, oompah left-right that all non-pianists learn, the part both of them had heard a million times. He was a capable pianist, but despite its dreary simplicity, he was nervous, and as Lorraine tapped out the beat with her umbrella, he stumbled and got lost and quickly gave up in embarrassment.

"That's terrible," she said. "You can't even play this idiotic bass part? You've been playing piano for eight years and you can't play this? You're just incredibly awful."

"Shut up. I was nervous."

He started in again and she immediately stopped him.

"Wrong tempo," she said. "Take it slower. It'll be easier for you."

"Leave me alone. I know what I'm doing."

But he didn't, and he screwed up again. He swore, and made as if to leave, but Lorraine glared at him. Turning back to the piano, he started again, only this time an octave too low, and now he was really flustered.

"God! What's wrong with me?"

"You're awful, Andrew. You're completely incompetent. That's what's wrong. It's not just your technique, it's your basic musicianship. You haven't any. I don't know what I've been wasting my time for. You're a hack, a mediocrity. No, worse than a mediocrity. You're a total non-talent. An anti-talent. Worthless!"

"Shut up," he said. "Shut up!"

He put his hands on the keyboard and played two notes and stopped. Played them again and stopped. He was completely disoriented now and he moved his hands on the keyboard, as if looking for a note that didn't exist.

Lorraine sat down on the chair beside the piano and studied him. "You really are incompetent, aren't you?" she asked. "You're totally worthless, Andrew. You can't even find low C on the piano. A child can do it and you can't. How terrible for you. How humiliating."

"You make me nervous. I got flustered."

"Flustered? Like a little girl?" She reached out with a boot and snagged one of the whips on the floor—a riding crop—and she dragged it over to her chair. She bent over and picked it up.

"Flustered?" 

"Why should you be flustered? Tell me." She took the whip and struck him on the backside.

Andy flinched when he was hit but didn't move. He took it as his due and his face reddened. He sat erect, staring at the keyboard.

"Did you really think you could get rid of me like that, Andrew? Just by telling me to leave? Do you really think you have that kind of power?"

He didn't answer. He was sitting at the keyboard with his hands on the wooden strip before the keys, his eyes closed, his face red.

"You don't, Andrew. I have the power here. I'm the one in control. Now try it again. I'll give you the tempo. One...two...three...four..."

With each beat she slapped him on the ass with the crop, and Andy sat there, his face red, not daring to move as two, three bars went by, then he picked up his hands and tried to start the song, but he was totally off the beat and he soon stumbled, the notes collapsing into a cacophony of broken rhythms.

"Stop, Lorraine ordered, slapping him hard on the ass. "It's obvious you're worthless. You're no good at all. You want to quit lessons just to save yourself from humiliation. I should have seen this before, Andrew. I should have seen this long before. Stand up."

"No," he said.

"Stand up, I said."

"No! I won't."

"Up!" She hit him firmly on the bottom and Andy got to his feet.

He stood reluctantly, his knuckles on the keyboard, and Lorraine saw at once what the problem was. The bulge in his pants was obvious, straining against the denim of his jeans. There was no mistaking it or his furious embarrassment. His face was almost crimson, his jaw set. Tears stood in his eyes.

"So," she said. "I should have known. I suspected as much. Stand up straight, Andrew. Shoulders back."

Andy closed his eyes and did as she said, putting his shoulders back and standing up ramrod straight, his hands at his sides, knees locked. The knot of his hard-on was even more obvious now, and Lorraine could almost see it throbbing with each beat of his heart as he fought to maintain composure over his body's humiliating betrayal.

She brought the crop up and traced the outline of his cock . When the end of the crop reached the head of his dick, Andy gave a small moan and his teeth dug into his lower lip, but he didn't resist, made no move to escape. His hands balled into fists.

"So this is why you've been such a problem these last few months, isn't it?" she asked. "You've discovered you enjoy being yelled at. You get off on being chastised and upbraided, and so you act like a naughty boy. You need discipline, Andrew. You need training and a firm hand, don't you? Is that what you need?"

He stood there, breathing deeply. "I don't know. I don't know what I need. If you say so. I don't know. Yes."

She stared at him for a moment, weighing her options.

"Stay where you are." Lorraine stood up and went to the door and locked it. She was conscious now of the roll of her hips under the snug skirt, the pressure of the turtleneck against her breasts. "Take your pants off, Andrew," she said walking back. "Take them off now. Your shorts too."

He looked at her with alarm.

"Don't look at me like that. Take them off before you come in them, boy. You look like you're about to shoot your load, and I'm warning you, if you do, I'll make you wish you'd never been born. Take them off and sit down at the piano. You're going to play for me, Andrew, without any pants on, and I'm going to whip your cock for every mistake you make."

He stood staring at her until Lorraine reared back and slashed the crop across his ass, bringing it down in a broad arc that made a fearful whooshing sound as it cut the air and landed on his jeans with a loud crack, snapping Andy out of his lethargy.

"Miss V.¾"

"Do it! Pants off! Shorts off!" 

She grabbed his belt and Andy gasped, then quickly fumbled with the button on his jeans, unzipping them and letting them fall. They pooled around his ankles and before he could react, Lorraine pulled his blue shorts down, exposing his cock which stood out bent up from his body in an urgent arc, looking pink and ruddy where it poked out from between the tails of his blue shirt.

"Now sit down and play." 

"Miss Vann, this is crazy! You can't do this!"

"Since when do you tell me what I can and can't do, Andy?"

She took the crop and tapped it slowly against his thigh, then ran it up the underside of his cock, as if she were wiping its chin. 

"Sit down, Andy."

Andy did as he was told, sitting down at the piano bench looking contrite and pitiful and tight with nervousness, his pants and shorts gathered around his ankles as if he were on the toilet. 

"Play," she commanded, and Andy lifted his hands and started '"Heart and Soul" again.

It was no good. He played three notes and collapsed into embarrassment, and no wonder, with his big dick staring right up at him.

Lorraine lost no time. "Not very good, Andrew. Do you think that was any better?"

He said nothing.

"Answer me, Andrew. Was that any better?"

"No, Miss Vann."

She came over to the piano bench and leaned over. "You heard what I said. I said I was going to whip your cock for every mistake you made, didn't I?"

He kept his eyes straight ahead but his face was scarlet. "Yes, Miss Vann."

She reached out and smacked his cock with the tip of the crop and Andy jumped. He made a funny little sound, an eager little groan as if expecting more.

"Try it again."

Lorraine watched him as he looked down at the big drop of pre-cum that was gathering at the head of his cock, then he closed his eyes in humiliation. He raised his hands and started to play again, and this time the first two figures of the absurdly bouncy part wafted out of the big Bösendorfer before he hit a wrong note. Immediately she reached out with the crop and rapped him on the shaft of his cock.

"Ow!" Andy tented his hands protectively over his dick. "What are you doing to me! I can't play like this!"

His reaction caused a rush of excitement to flood through her body. He didn't pull away. He trembled, caved in to her, savored the pain of being struck and punished. He liked it. And Lorraine liked doing it to him. She liked it a lot

She came around and straddled the piano bench and sat down, hiking up her skirt to show the tops of her boots and a long, lean expanse of naked thigh. The tight crotch of her black panties showed beneath the shadow of her skirt, a forbidden region of female mystery and power. Andy glanced down and saw this, then quickly looked away as if he'd seen too much. Lorraine's eyes glittered.

"Listen, Andrew. I've been teaching you for two years now, and don't think I haven't seen how you look at me. These last few months, you've been fucking up on purpose, haven't you? You've been trying to make me mad. "

"I don't know what you're talking about. You're sick!"

"No. I don't think so. You get a charge out of it when you make me angryI don't think I'm the one who's sick." She smiled. "Lean back."

"What?"

"Lean back. On the bench. Put your hands back here and lean back."

He moved his hands to the rear of the bench and sat back so his cock was pointing skyward and Lorraine used the tip of the crop to scoop up the drop of pre-cum off his dick. As she lifted the crop, strand of the fluid stretched out from the whip to the head of Andy's prick in a long, thin, viscous gossamer bridge, the very sight of which made him groan in shameful arousal.

"I'm sick, Andy? Looks like someone enjoys being ordered around like a naughty little boy, doesn't it? Someone really gets off on having their cock whipped and being put in their place. How sick is that, Andrew? "

She brought the crop to his face.

"Open your mouth," she said. "Lick it clean."

"No!"

She said nothing, just watched him. The authority of her years as his teacher was in her look, her authority as an older woman, as someone who was experienced at sex where he was not. 

"No!" he said again. "No!" 

Most of all, it was the authority of someone who'd held a whip before, of a woman who knew what he wanted better than he did.

He opened his mouth and Lorraine pushed the tip through his lips and pressed it against his tongue. He tried to move his head and shake her off but he couldn't avoid it, and she watched as he sucked tentatively at first, then avidly, eyes closed, consciously succumbing to her will. The bitter taste of the leather and his own lewd secretions were enhanced by the knowledge that he'd exuded this obscene dew at her insistence. He tasted the bitterness of his own submission

"Take off your clothes, Andrew," she said as she removed the whip from his mouth. She said it gently, almost solicitously, not wanting to break the sudden spell of tenderness that had settled there between them, caused by the connection of the whip in his mouth. 

Andy managed to get his shoes off and dropped them to the carpet with a muffled thud. His socks followed, and then his pants and shorts, all in a tangle, the soft rustle of his clothes the only sound. He moved as if in a dream, standing by the piano bench and undressing as if for bed, dropping his clothes on the floor. He peeled off his sweater and unbuttoned his shirt and stood there wearing only his two-strapper tee shirt, awkward and painfully erect.

"Is that how you leave your clothes, Andrew? There's no maid to pick up after you here. Pick them up, you spoiled brat."

Andy dropped his eyes, then picked up his jeans and straightened them out, folded them neatly and placed them on the sofa. He did the same with his shorts and his shirt and sweater, then set his shoes neatly together on the floor beneath the stack of clothes and stuffed his rolled socks inside one of them. 

Lorraine studied him as he did. He had a swimmer's body, lean and smoothly muscled, and in fact, swimming had been his sport. He had the broad shoulders and tight, lean waist, the high tight, masculine ass.

He stood nervously by the pile of clothes, his hands trying to cover his erection. The tee shirt fit him well and made him look even younger than his eighteen years. It was a nice contrast, the white cotton of the two-strapper above the black forest of pubic curls through which his cock emerged like a tower. He was a young animal, ripe and ready to be broken. 

Lorraine got up from the bench and went to Andy's gym bag and rummaged around till she found two sets of cuffs. She tossed them to him. "Put these on."

"Miss V—"

"Shut up, Andrew. Just do as I say. Let's get some things straight, here. Number one, I'm in charge. That goes without saying. You do exactly as I say when I say it. Number two, you don't speak unless spoken to. Number three, you don't touch me or look at me without my permission. Do you understand that, Andrew? You may answer me."

"Yes, Miss Vann."

"Good. Now put those cuffs on. Your lesson's not over yet. We've still got twenty minutes, Andrew. "

He started to open his mouth and then closed it. 

He knelt down and buckled the thick leather cuffs around his ankles, his nervous fingers fumbling with the hardware, then he stood and fastened the cuffs to his wrists as well, pulling them cruelly tight, tighter than Lorraine would have made them.

God! she thought. If his cock gets any harder he's going to split his skin.

She could feel the wetness between her legs, the fullness in her breasts. She was almost ready for him, but not just yet. "What else do you have in this bag of yours? Tell me about it. Where'd you get all these things?"

He stood stiffly, brushing his hair back. " I don't know. Through the mail. Some things I bought in a shop in town."

"Empty it out. I want to see what you have. And what were you going to do with all this stuff?"

His cock started to deflate as he picked up the bag and dumped it out on the floor. Crops, whips, chains, vibrators spilled out, all brand new.

" I was going to use it, I guess. On Lisa, mostly."

Lorraine looked at him. "You guess? Do you top her?"

He shrugged with uncertainty. 

"A dom, huh? Is that what you think you are? You know what you are for me? Do you?"

He pressed his lips together and held his fingers of his left hand in his right so his hands shielded his dick, which was again rising like a marionette being tugged on a string. Lorraine slapped his hands away with the crop.

"Keep your hands down sides, big dom. Your dick has more brains than you do. At least it knows what it likes."

She rummaged around in the pile of toys and found a couple of choke chains, about eight inches long, and some carabiner clips. "Pick them up, Andrew," she said.

He bent and retrieved the hardware as she unfastened the long gold chain from around her neck. "Attach one of the choke chains to your ankles, then put your wrists behind you and don't move."

He did as she said, and Lorraine bent and picked up a nice, generous flogger from the pile and put it under her arm. When he had his hands behind his back, she took a carabiner from his hand and clipped the cuffs together.

"Stand up straight," she said. 

Andy put his shoulders back, and Lorraine quickly whipped her neck chain around her hand and brought it down over his cock. The momentum sent it whirling around his dick in a quick, spiraling orbit, instantly wrapping his sensitive flesh in multiple wrappings of glittering gold.

Andy gasped and tried to pull back, but Lorraine was ready for him and played him like a fish She gave him slack, then pulled him to her as the metal links dug in his cock, hurting him. 

"Oh God! Stop! Stop, damn it!"

"Are you talking, Andy? Are you talking without permission?"

"No, Miss V! No!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! No!"

She yanked the chain and led him to one of the wall fixtures with the artificial candles and unclipped his wrists, threaded a chain through the fixture and made his wrists fast through it. She left the chain hanging from his cock, then went to the wall switch and dimmed the lights in the room.

"No," she said softly. "You don't want me to stop. I wonder, though. Have you ever really been laid, Andy? I saw the way Lisa shrugged you off tonight. Is it just the rejection that turns you on?"

"I've been laid. Plenty of times."

His words surprised her. Not what he said, but that he spoke at all.

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yes. It is. You still think of me as your little student who doesn't know anything. But I know plenty. I've been with plenty of girls."

Lorraine smiled. "Yeah? Tell me about them. Did you fuck them all, Andrew? Did you make them your slaves?"

She could see the redness in Andy's face, the tightness around his mouth. She'd found a sore spot here, something he was supremely afraid of having discovered.

"Turn around. Look at the wall and think about it, Andrew. Think about whether you could handle me, even as well as you handled that piano. Now turn around and spread your legs. Spread them."

He turned so he was facing the wall and spread his legs as much as the ankle chain allowed, and Lorraine went up behind him and raised the flogger. 

Andy was ready for it and didn't cry out as she began to whip his ass, swinging the flogger back and forth with wide, generous strokes. It was a thick flogger with a heavy fall and it wasn't until the ninth or tenth swipe that he started to really feel it and gasped, moaning through clenched teeth and pulling at the chains that held his wrists.




The Piano Lesson



"You love this, don't you?" she whispered in his ear as she reached around and grabbed his chain-covered cock, squeezing it so the links bit into his skin. "You love what I'm doing to you, so don't lie to me, Andy. And don't you dare come! Don't you dare come!"

"Oh fuck!" he moaned, dropping his head to his chest.

She felt his cock jerk in her hand as he flexed the ejaculatory muscles, trying to occupy them to head off an orgasm. He was strong. His cock moved in her hand like a living thing, all meat and muscle, but she held him tight, crushing the links against his tool and making him moan.. 

She held his cock and whipped his ass and he felt helpless in her hands, reduced to a shuddering hulk, his wrists chained to the light fixture, those strong thighs and muscular ass useless now. Lorraine had an urge to kiss him, bite him, rub herself all over him as if he were her captive male pet, all that strength and male savagery hers to command. Andy was sweating and she wanted to lick it, she wanted to rub herself all over him. She was wet and dripping herself and she wanted to stuff herself full of his cock. She wanted to beat him till he bled, he was so beautiful in his suffering, like a dying god.

He leaned his head back on his shoulders and his legs trembled as the flogger began to cut into the skin it had already made tender.

She was covered in sweat and in danger of losing control. She could feel him giving himself to her, giving up control of his body to her, control of his person, and the feeling was too rich, too overwhelming for her. It was as if she had to make way for two souls in her body and she wasn't ready for that yet. She hadn't expected him to capitulate so completely, so thoroughly and the excitement was too much. 

She wanted this boy. She was shocked at how much she wanted him.

Lorraine staggered back to a chair that was out of his field of view and put a hand on it to steady herself as she caught her breath. Andy stood leaning his head on his bound hands, not moving. Using the chair for balance, Lorraine unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Her slip followed, and then her turtleneck. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and shrugged out of that so that all she was wearing was her boots and panties. She picked up her clothes and threw them on the chair. Her breasts felt heavy and full. Her nipples were painfully stiff. Andy still hadn't moved.

What if Harris should walk in? What if he should come by to listen at the door for the sound of music.

It would be too damn bad if he heard what had just happened—the sound of a flogger swishing through the air and striking bare flesh, Andy's choked-off groans of acceptance, Lorraine's grunts of exertion.

It might be worse if he should hear what was going to happen next.

She picked up a vibrator from the pile, took it out of the box and tore open a package of batteries and loaded it. It was a simple torpedo vibrator, slim, about eight inches long. She picked up a tube of lubricant and a bandage scissors, a gag and a blindfold and a collar. She picked up her riding crop.

Andy stood where she'd left him, facing the wall. His ass was pinkish red and lumpy with welts. He started to turn when he heard her behind him but she reached out and swacked him on the ass, making him jump. Her tits jiggled when she hit him, and she was acutely aware of them. She was acutely aware of her state of undress, her toplessness and the nakedness of her tits. It removed the last barrier between them and excited her terribly. She couldn't let him see, though.

"Eyes forward, Andy. I don't want you even looking at your teacher, understand?"

He stared at the wall as Lorraine dropped the stuff on the sofa and proceeded to slip the blindfold over his eyes. The gag was next—a ball gag on a leather strap that went between his teeth and buckled behind his head, and when that was in place, she took the bandage scissors and cut his tee shirt off him, leaving him naked, blind and mute. She threw the tee shirt aside and stepped in front of him.

His face was gorgeous, a strip of black leather over his eyes and another strip across his mouth, the black ball between his teeth keeping his jaws apart as if in supplication. He was sightless and speechless, as helpless as a newborn. She waved her hand in front of his eyes to see if he would flinch, but he couldn't see a thing. She relaxed, confident in her nakedness. She still had the collar in her hand.

"You're mine now, Andrew," she said as she buckled it around his neck. "This makes you mine." 

He bridled as she put the collar on him, tossing his head and twisting, apparently having some last minute reservations, a sudden streak of rebelliousness, but with his wrists fastened to the wall fixture there wasn't much he could do. She noticed his cock was still hard, even harder than before. The chain dug into it cruelly. The head of his cock was purplish red and pre-cum was hanging from the tip and drizzling to the carpet. His balls looked enormous and engorged.

"You hot little bitch!" she hissed at him. "You want to come, don't you? You're dying to!"

She slapped his dick with the crop and watched the chain glitter as it swung.

"Well hold it, boy! Let's see if you have at least enough control to do that. You're less than useless to me if you come, so just hold it in. I'm going to make you my boy."

He stood, breathing harshly around the gag. Lorraine caressed his balls with the crop.

"You think you can be my boy, Andrew? You know what a twink is? A good-looking young stud, a fuck-toy. Can you be my twink? I seriously doubt it. Not with that poor excuse for a dick. But you might be able to work as a cunt. You were a poor student, Andrew. Let's see if you can do better as teacher's cunt."

She moved around behind him and squirted a good wad of lube on her finger. He jumped and cried out around the gag as she smeared it over his asshole, but she stayed with him and plunged her finger inside before he could escape. Not too much—just a little—watching the shock on his face as he cried out again, the sound muffled by the ball gag. She held her body back from his so he couldn't tell she was naked, reached out and worked her finger up into him, greasing him as she penetrated, and Andrew raised up on his toes in an effort to escape the invading finger, but Lorraine reached around and hit his cock again with the crop, warning him to stay still.

He was all hot inside, hot and muscular and strangely soft as only a man can be, virginal and unsuspecting, and it thrilled her deeply to hold him so helpless, fucking his male ass for her pleasure. Andy groaned, growled, and cried as she pushed her finger into him, showing him what it was like to get fucked, the walls of his rectum spasming nervously around her finger. The pre-cum began to stream from his cock as she came inadvertently close to his prostate.

He drove her wild, his masculine helplessness, and she pulled her finger out and picked up the vibrator, got behind him and she couldn't resist. She pressed her tits against his back and dragged them over his skin, one then the other, her stiff nipples raking over him. Andy felt her and knew what he was feeling, and he groaned deeply as Lorraine snaked her body down, dragging her breasts over him till she was on her knees. She whipped his ass with the crop.

"Spread your legs!" she demanded. "Spread them!"

Andy moved his legs as far apart as the chain would allow and Lorraine took the vibrator and, holding his cheeks apart, slid it into him, just a few inches, enough to position it over his prostate. Behind the gag, Andy yelled something. His eyebrows went up in alarm. She fucked it in and out slowly, twisting it in and around and Andy moaned. She turned it on and Andy sobbed, dropping his head against his bound hands.

"Fuck!" The very salaciousness of what she was doing going to her and she couldn't contain herself. 

She slapped his ass and got to her feet, holding the vibe around the middle as Andy's hips and buttocks started to tremble against the lewd invasion of his rectum. She couldn't resist. The obscene power she held over him thrilled and overwhelmed her, and the buzzing of the vibrator in her hand reminded her of too many nights of illicit, solo pleasure. She pushed her breasts against his back and pressed her pussy hard against the handle of the vibrator so she could feel it echoing in her cunt, then reached around with her other hand and gripped his cock and began to bite his back in a feverish paroxysm of lust, holding herself pressed against him.

"Mmmmph!!!" Andy howled around the gag. He roared. With one end of the vibrator jammed against her panties and the other end rammed up Andy's ass, Lorraine could feel him shaking, trying to push his hips away from her and escape, but she kept her body pressed against him, shoving harder at the handle to follow him. He was like a speared fish with no way to escape and she clung to him, riding him, holding his cock and jagging him off, unwrapping the chain from his dick so she could feel the smooth, feverish skin of his naked cock in her hand.

She was soaking wet. Her panties were soaked. She couldn't maintain this position, holding the stump of the greasy vibrator and pressing herself against him as these thrills coursed through her body. The vibrator slipped through her fingers and fell from Andy's ass and landing on the carpet with a buzzing thump, infuriating her. She wanted conquest over this boy, victory, triumph. She wanted to own him, possess him, and yet he eluded her. Some part of him still eluded her.

Quickly she unclipped him from the wall sconce. The unbuckled the gag and removed the blindfold as Andy stood there stunned and confused, his eyes on Lorraine.

"Don't stare at me," she said. "Don't even look at me, Andy!" She picked up her crop.

Andy dropped his eyes and Lorraine grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the piano.

The room was a mess, the contents of the toy bag spilled all over the floor, their clothes scattered around, the box from the vibrator and the package from the batteries lying on the floor. Lorraine led him hurriedly to the piano bench.

"Lie down on your back!" she commanded.

"I need to come," he said weakly. "Please let me come!"

"Just do as I say!"

He lay down on the bench and Lorraine quickly pulled his arms back and chained them to the legs of the bench at one end, then chained his ankles to the legs at the other, so he lay on the short, narrow bench, his cock standing straight up, his balls full and swollen.

"Hurry!" he cried meekly.

Lorraine stopped what she was doing, climbing out of her panties, one hand on the piano. She stripped them off and tossed them aside, then picked up her crop and walked over. Andrew averted his eyes from her waxed pussy.

"What did you say?" she asked. "Did you say something, Andrew? Did you give me some kind of order?"

"No. I—"

She picked up a dog leash from the pile of gear and snapped it to his collar, threw her leg over his body so her naked pussy hovered within inches of the tip of his rampant, quivering cock, and she tugged hard on the leash.

"You don't give me orders, darling," she said. "I'm the teacher here. I give the orders. I give the instruction. Let's not forget that."

He turned his head, refusing to look at her as the collar cut into his neck.

"Did you hear what I said, Andrew? Do you have a problem with that?" 

"No," he said. "I don't care what you do to me, but I'm still a man. I'm the male. You can't take that away from me."

Lorraine looked at him and smiled. "Maybe you need to learn a lesson, then, Andrew. Maybe you need to learn to beg. Maybe you need to learn how a man begs."

She lowered her body so the head of his cock made contact with the sizzling slit of her pussy, the wet and gelid flesh of her cunt, and Andy gasped when he felt her moist and sticky heat. He lurched up, managing to sink a faction of an inch into her, but Lorraine pulled savagely on his leash, yanking his head up and forcing his ass down against the bench.

"You want it, you'll have to beg!" she said, ignoring the bolts of savage desire that rushed through her as his impossibly hard young cockhead opened her throbbing pussy. 

She lowered herself another half inch and felt him pierce her, stretch her, begin to fill her with his solid heat. Her legs trembled. It had been so long since she'd been fucked! The head of his cock was in her now, inside her satiny cunt, and she felt herself spasm helplessly around him, fluttering like a flower when a bee's invaded it, but she held herself back. With an incredible exercise of will, she held herself back.

"Give it to me, Andrew!" she hissed down at him. "Give yourself to me. Surrender, give it up! You know I'm going to have you. You know I'm going to take you. You're not strong enough. You want it too bad, don't you? You want to bury that dick inside me, all warm and tight, squeezing you, sucking the come out of you. Let it go, Andrew, let it go! Give it to me!"

Lying bent on the bench, his body arced in a bow, Andrew trembled, his dick twitching like a leaping trout, seeking to bury itself it Lorraine's humid twat. He gasped, his eyelids fluttering, his chest heaving with his ragged breathing.

"Oh God!" he moaned. "Oh God! Do it! Please, please, Miss V! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Not till you give it to me!"

She leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders, gripping the knotted muscle. She could feel his strength shifting to her, his will, his very soul surrendering to her through his helpless, submissive desire. His ass was lifted off the bench as far as he could manage, his buttocks clenched tightly, trying to drive his cock into her but he was at the limit of his extension.

"Come on, Andrew, come on!" she growled. Her tits hung over him, her nipples grazing his smooth chest. She reached beneath her and grabbed his cock and squeezed, began to beat him off with the head of his dick in her pussy, gritting her teeth against the indescribable pleasure, and the feel of her hand on his burning, swollen shaft was finally just too much for him. He couldn't resist anymore, couldn't hold himself back. Whatever he had that still belonged to him, he gave to this older woman. He willed it to her. He surrendered, totally and completely, ceding himself to the mad pleasure of his teacher's body.

"Oh God, yes! Yes! Take me, Miss V! Take me! Whatever you want! I'm yours, yours! I'm all yours!"

With a wild and feral snarl, Lorraine dug her nails into his shoulders and lowered herself onto his thick shaft, letting it pierce her, gore her, wrapping her cunt around him and absorbing him into her. She felt him go, felt him surrender to her and slide over that precipice of helplessness where all his power was gone and he was nothing but a body with a stiff, rampant cock attached, his mind dissolved into a pool of pellucid ecstasy and the withering shame of his surrender.

Andy no longer cared. He felt as though his ego was melting inside her just like his cock, melting like a stick of butter in a blast furnace, and she no sooner had him inside then she began to revolve on top of him, stirring his dick inside her like thick, massive swizzle stick, gripping him with strong, sure muscles that milked him and drew on him with peristaltic waves of pressure. Now that she had him, she wouldn't let him go and she fucked him in a way that rewarded them both—that gave her the pleasure she so desperately needed but that would rapidly bring Andy to the point of total ejaculation as well.

"I want it, Andy! I want your fucking come! I want it inside me, bitch! Every drop of it, understand? Don't hold out on me, Andrew! Don't you fucking hold out!"

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, tears of rage and frustration, of surrender and capitulation, tears of being bested and beaten. Andy pulled at the chains that held his arms pulled behind him, his ankles bound to the legs of the piano bench, but they weren't moving, and meanwhile Lorraine squatted above him with the soles of her high boots on the floor, leaning forward, riding him like a jockey rides a horse down the home stretch, her shapely ass bouncing up and down on the hard, vertical cock that was sunk into her cunt, one hand on the leash that attached to the collar around his neck, the other holding the riding crop.

He was hers now and she owned him, and at last she could revel in her victory. His prick was like a trophy within her, and she felt it gliding against her insides, rubbing her in all the right places. Andy seemed almost unconscious, his head back, eyelids half closed, mouth slack, and it was only when she saw him shudder and jerk and heard his piteous moan that she realized he was coming inside her, spewing his hot semen into her as if on her demand. So much of it! He twitched and spasmed and she felt him lurching inside of her as he shot his wad, and soon his ejaculate was dripping out of her and running back down his balls to fall on the piano bench, and still he shot.

She felt herself go then too, a glorious orgasm, coming around his gushing cock as Andy gave her all he had, helpless to refuse. She raised her feet and hugged him with her knees as he gushed inside her, wearing her pleasure like a conqueror's crown, leaning back, taking him deep and smothering him with her spasming cunt, her climax bringing a rich red flush to her breasts and throat.

"All of it! All of it!" she snarled, bringing the crop down across his chest as Andy writhed beneath her, his cock continuing to spurt inside her in a diminishing fountain. Lorraine rode him, milking him, taking everything he had until she felt his body shudder beneath her and relax, all his muscles going flaccid and limp. She inhaled deeply, passing her hands over his chest, feeling the deep surrender and acquiescence in his body, listening to his deep, labored breathing.

Eventually she got up, lifting her leg off him as if dismounting a horse. She felt a stream of his ejaculate seep from her pussy and slide down the inside of her leg. Her thighs were trembling but she wouldn't let him see. She put on her panties and skirt, then slipped into her turtleneck. She put her bra and slip into her bag and fastened her chain back around her neck, then put on her blouse.

Finally she came over, tucking in her blouse, and unclipped Andy from the piano bench, releasing his ankles and wrists. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at her.

"I want this place spotless," she said as she straightened up. "Do you understand, Andrew? Absolutely spotless."

He said nothing, so she reached down and took his testicles in her hand.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Miss Vann! Spotless!"

She came over and put a hand on the side of his face.

"You're a very good boy, Andrew, and I'm quite pleased with you, but you must practice! You need discipline, understand?"

"Yes, Miss Vann. I think I do."

"And because of that, I've decided to take your father up on his offer. I'm going to stay with you for the rest of the week till your parents get back so we can work intensively together. I'm going to go tell Harris now to inform Aunt Celia not to come, then get my things, and then it will be work, work, work, Andrew. I hope you're up for it."

"God, Miss Van! So do I!"



The Piano Lesson



I sat on the wide polished piano bench. Late afternoon sun cast striped shadows as it streamed through half opened blinds; golden motes of dust danced silently in the air. 

He sat, as he always did, next to me.

Years ago, I had begged my mother to learn to play – we had a baby grand at home – and she finally relented. I had started lessons with him three years before when I was fifteen; a month ago, I turned eighteen. I was a senior, so, in the fall, I would be going away to college and the lessons would end.

Mr. Norris was wonderful; he was immensely patient and understanding. Whenever I had trouble with a lesson, he always took the extra time to help me over the inevitable rough spots. I was getting pretty good, even if I do say so myself.

Oh ... there's one more thing about Mr. Norris – I loved him more than life itself.

Of course, he didn't know. He was married. He and Irene didn't have any children, even though they were old enough to be my parents. I'd seen Irene on many occasions and I really liked her, too. But as much as I liked her, she still presented a problem – she stood between me and the man I loved.

I can't begin to tell you the number of times I wished Irene would get sick, and die; or drop dead of a sudden heart attack.  

Yes, I know, those were horrible thoughts and I knew I was a terrible person for thinking them. Every time such thoughts would invade my mind I'd realize how rotten I was for thinking them; more than once, tears welled up in my eyes because of my shame, because Irene was so nice, and how could I have thought such terrible things about her.

Precisely when I fell in love with Ed – that's Mr. Norris' first name and he prefers that his older students use it rather than 'mister' – I cannot say. It had been a long time though. Many times I had cried myself to sleep at night; I loved him so much. 

And I confess that I have so very often closed my eyes at night in my bed and seen him there. There in bed, with me. He'd be naked and so would I. He'd have his arms around me and I would feel his warmth and his strength. He would hold me and he would make me feel so wonderful and safe. He would kiss me; and I would kiss him back.

At bedtime, when I would close my eyes and see him and feel him hold me ... well, I ... I would put my fingers between my legs; and they would become his fingers and I would feel his strong hands rubbing me – making me breath funny and making my tummy tense up; making me get all wet down there. Sometimes I would almost scream as my fingers – no his fingers – would make me feel so good and I'd feel heat travel in waves through me; though the heat would make me shiver all over until I couldn't stand it anymore. 

And sometimes, there were even naughtier things I would see behind closed eyelids.

That day of my lesson was a day after an especially vivid and active bedtime session the night before. As I sensed him sitting next to me on the piano bench with his leg pressed lightly against mine, I felt wetness between my legs. It always did that as soon as he sat next to me. 

I had finished my warm up exercises and we were starting the lesson when he stopped me and chided me for the millionth time about my posture at the piano. I only had poor posture during my lessons; because it meant he would touch me.

"Lisa, how many times do I have to tell you? You know better ... I know you do." He said.

And then, as he always did, he put one hand on my shoulder and the other in the small of my back. The hand on my back would press forward and the hand on my shoulder would press back, forcing me to sit up straight. Then, he'd put one hand on my elbow closest to him and he would reach around my back and take the other elbow in his other hand and he'd lift them both to the proper position that I should have them in as I played.

When he would do this, it always meant he'd have to lean in very close to me as he reached around behind my back; and that day, something snapped inside my head.

As he positioned my elbows, I turned my head towards him, tilted it at just the right angle, and leaned over and kissed him. As I kissed him, I placed both my hands on his cheeks and caressed his beautiful face.

For me, the kiss lasted an eternity. It was so sweet; so tender, so loving.

When he pulled away from me, I prepared myself for the worst.

"Lisa! What has gotten into you?" He said; though he spoke softly and gently as he always did. He had never raised his voice to me, or to anyone else that I knew of.

Before he could reject me – because, if he did, I knew life wouldn't be bearable – I leaned in once more and placed my lips on his and cut off the words I knew I was about to hear; and which, I also knew would destroy me.

My kiss was more passionate the second time. My tongue forced itself into his mouth and as I put my soul into that kiss, I drew his hand up under my sweater to my breast which was bare; I never wore a bra when I went to see him.

His hand felt exactly as I always had imagined during my bedtime fantasies; only it was real. It was his real warmth I felt; his actual strong fingers that squeezed and kneaded the softness of my breast. It was his breath combining with my breath, his warm moist lips pressing against my mouth; his tongue invading me, exploring me, dancing inside my mouth. 

It was him, my love, who moaned softly when I placed my hand on his lap and felt the hardness of his wanting me. 

"Lisa ... Lisa, we can't ..." 

I silenced him once more with my lips. There was only one thing I would hear from him and if it could not be 'I love you' I would let no other words escape his lips.

I took his hand from my breast and guided it under my skirt and spread my legs to accept him. I felt the warmth of him on the heat of me. I felt my moisture as I pressed his fingers into my burning need. I pulled aside my panties and consumed him in my wet desire. 

His other arm pulled me to him so tightly I could scarcely breathe – it was exactly as I had so many times imagined; being held, being crushed by his longing, feeling so safe, so alive, so whole.

His hot breath was on my neck and I threw my head back and closed my eyes, taking in every sensation; his touch, his warmth, his musky earthy aroma mixed with the spice of his cologne, the roughness of his stubble, the wetness of his lips and tongue as the tip of it ran down my neck and settled into the shallow depression at the base. 

I shuddered. I felt tears of joy welling up in my eyes as all I had ever dreamed of was suddenly real.

I felt him invade my body with his fingers. I wanted to merge with him, to become one with him but having him inside me, I knew, was all that I could hope for. I wanted more than just his hand there; and I knew he wanted it too.

"Ed ... please ... love me ... please."

He pulled my sweater over my head and my long blond hair splayed over my face; his fingers tenderly brushed it away. With my breasts freed of their lose confinement, warm moist air covered my nipples; followed swiftly by the soft wet rasping of his tongue. My little buds responded quickly; hardening under his tender onslaught. Waves of pleasure and joy spread through me as I felt my breast being drawn into, nay, consumed by, his eager mouth.

My hips writhed in response to his fingers exploring the depths of my slippery velvety womanhood. As his fingers pushed far inside me, his thumb found the little nub of soft pink flesh that had given me so many nights of pleasure imagining his touch. Finally, it was real; finally his fingers were pleasing me, finally his mouth was sucking the sensuous softness of my breast, his thumb on my nub was sending hot chills cascading through my being. Pleasure and desire broke over me like waves crashing in the surf.

My fingers found his zipper and tugged it down; they worked inside and found the elastic waist band of his shorts and slipped under until they wrapped around the hardness of him. Tugging his long shaft out into the open, I slowly began to stroke him and heard him moan in delight.

"Oh Ed ... you can't know how long I've waited ... wanted you." I said, between short gasps.

"Oh god Lisa ... you know we shouldn't ..."

"Shhhhh ..." I shushed him. 

I pulled away from him and dropped quickly to my knees in front of him before he had a chance to speak further. His long pink member stood in front of my eyes and I leaned over it and lowered my mouth to the bulbous pink head. My lips touched it and my tongue pressed into it and flicked rapidly over the sensitive tip; tasting, for the first time in my life, the saltiness of the clear liquid seeping from it.

He jerked and gasped in surprise and pleasure.

My lips slid down over the crown of its head and began a slow sensual journey downward. I sucked him in; the pressure made him moan louder. I sucked and swirled my tongue around and around the length of his soft-hard warm shaft.

"Oh my god ... Lisa ... oh Lisa!"

I wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of him – my fingers tangling in the kinky hair there. I lifted my head ... lowered it ... lifted ... lowered ... sucking hard and tasting the saltiness of his flesh and breathing in the heady scent of his maleness.

"Oh Lisa ... if you don't stop ... oh ... oh ... I'm ... I'm going ..."

I didn't stop; couldn't stop – I needed to consume him, I needed to make him love me, to interweave his love with mine. I felt his huge shaft spasm first; and then I tasted the salty odd tang of his warm fluid as it filled my mouth. His hot juices came in waves, just as he came; we both, overcome by waves of bliss. And still I did not relent; I sucked him hard and fast, keeping him hard, keeping him ready for what was to come.

"Oh Lisa ... that was ... oh so ... so fantastic ..."

He was ready and I'd been dying of readiness for longer than I could remember. I stood and pulled my skirt and panties down in one motion. Before he could react I climbed onto his lap and grasped his manhood and aligned it with my womanhood. I felt the soft head of him press against my throbbing sex as I pressed myself downward; the tip squeezed into me and I started to ease slowly down his stiff shaft. It felt so much better than I had ever imagined it would.

"Love me, Ed ... please love me."

I released my grip on his shaft and wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his once more. I felt him so deep inside me that it made me want to cry with joy; I was finally one with him, and he, a part of me. Our lips worked passionately over each other's mouths and our tongues waltzed and darted and teased and wrestled. His hands wandered over the bare flesh of my back, his arms pulled me tightly into him. 

My hips twisted and heaved on his stiff meat. I worked his glorious shaft and with my gyrations I felt him in places inside my body, and felt such feelings as I never knew existed; and he filled me with an ecstasy I never anticipated was possible.

I threw my head back again and he lavished my neck with hot kisses as my whole body tensed, then convulsed with the most powerful mind shattering orgasm of my life.

"Oh god ... I'm cuming Ed ... oh Ed ..." 

My insides seized up and I clinched his hard shaft from inside my body as my womanhood spasmed involuntarily. After awhile, my body went limp and he had to hold me or I would have collapsed on the floor at his feet. I felt his hardness sliding in and out of me and realized he was the one in control now, not me.  His hands grasped the globes of my bottom and he was alternately lifting me and pushing me onto his hard shaft that was penetrating so far inside me that I could feel him touching my womb on some of his thrusts. 

But I was a rag doll by then; completely in his power, totally at his mercy.  And still, he worked his shaft inside me and pumped into me and grasped me and manipulated me for his pleasure. His mouth sucked at my breast and his teeth squeezed my nipple to the threshold of pain. His breathing was ragged and he face broke out in a sweat; and then, he half stood supporting me with his strong hands and arms as his hips thrust powerfully into my slender body. I held on to his neck for dear life as he grunted loudly. I felt his penis pulsate as he pumped his warm seed deep into me.

"Aaaaw fuuuuck!" He groaned.

Ed's climax pushed me over the edge once again and I swooned with ecstasy. My world became fuzzy and indistinct as pleasure overcame me.

But I was abruptly wrenched back to reality by the sharp sound of the Norris' front door slamming shut. My eyes opened and I saw Ed's face; there was a look of panic in his eyes. 

"Ed?" It was Irene's voice; his wife.

"Holly shit!" Ed whispered.

He tried to lift my naked body off his, but my legs were still wrapped in desperation about his torso and my arms clung to his neck. I looked over his shoulder toward the foyer; I saw Irene walk into view in the living room doorway.

She turned and looked into the living room and saw us immediately. A startled expression came over her face; her jaw dropped and for a moment just hung there as she took in the scene of her husband with a naked piano student still impaled on his cock.

"Oh ... my ... what's going on?" Irene said as soon as she regained her senses.

"Oh Irene I'm so sorry!" Ed exclaimed. As he spoke he stood and I slid from his grasp. His cock came out of my pussy with an audible "plop" and I stood next to him with his cum oozing down my thighs.

"Well ... well ... I'm not surprised. I've seen the way little Lisa has been looking at you for months now." Irene said as she walked into the room.

As she approached us, my body began to shudder with fear and shame. Tears welled up and began to stream down my cheeks. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to speak.

"I ... I'm so so sorry Mrs. Norris ... but I love him so ..." I couldn't finish my thoughts. My voice betrayed me and I began to sob.

I felt arms embrace me and I was confused. I expected harshness and anger from Irene, but instead, it was she who took me in her arms and whispered consoling things in my ear as I cried.

"It's alright honey. I love him too and I've suspected for some time just how you feel about Ed – women can sense these things." She said softly.

"B b b but I ... j j j just had ... s s s sex with your husband." I managed to stutter. "Don't you hate me?"

"No dear, not at all." She said. "Come, let's sit down over here on the sofa before you collapse." Irene told me as she guided me over to the sofa. 

Ed stood staring incredulously at his wife as she tried to comfort me; no doubt he too had expected rage from her, as well. As I sat on the sofa, Irene put her arms around me again and hugged me tight; my nakedness did not seem to bother her.

"Oh my, look at all that cum dripping from you, honey." She said.

I looked down between my legs and saw my thighs were indeed wet and covered with thick gobs of Ed's cum. As I looked, Irene reached down and scooped some off my leg with her fingers. She put her fingers to her lips and sucked the thick juice into her mouth.

"I just love the taste of Ed's cum. Would you like some, dear?" She asked me; almost as if she were offering crumpets at afternoon tea.

I was too dumbfounded to speak. I feared, upon being discovered with her husband, to be ranted at and driven from the Norris' home in a fit of Irene's fury; yet she was offering to share such intimacy with me as tasting her husband's semen. I could not find my voice, so I simply nodded in the affirmative.

Irene's fingers slid over my thighs again retrieving more of Ed's sticky goo and she put her fingers to my lips for me to taste his cum. I opened my mouth slightly and she inserted her fingers for me to suck the salty substance from them.

"Do you like the taste?" She asked. "It tastes a little different when mixed with pussy juice, don't you think, dear?"

I nodded "yes."

"So do I. I adore it. In fact, I want to get the rest of it from your beautiful cunt." She said. 

As she spoke, she placed her hands on my thighs again, but instead of scooping up more cum, she pushed my legs apart. 

Before I could respond in any way, Irene slid off the sofa and knelt between my widely spread legs; she leaned in close to my naked body. I felt her hands slide under my legs and grasp the roundness of my rear cheeks as she pulled my hips toward her face. She lowered her mouth to my cum covered pussy and I felt the warmth of her breath; and then her tongue, as she lapped up the sticky ooze seeping from my pink hole. 

She swallowed more of Ed's seed. 

"My god, honey, you smell and taste so delicious." She said, and then returned to licking me between my legs.

I was aghast. To shock and amazement, I found her doing something I had never imaged I would ever experience – another woman sucking and licking my pussy. And ... I liked it. I felt waves of heat permeating my being; my hips began to buck and my tummy clinched spontaneously as my breath came in short gasps.

"Honey! What are you doing?" Ed said; clearly taken aback by his wife's rather astonishing behavior.

"Nothing worse than what you just did with this gorgeous little slut ... honey." She said; pausing just long enough to speak before she once again worked her magic with her tongue and lips on my burning womanhood.

My head was spinning in total confusion; one moment the man of my dreams was making love to me, the next, his wife was sending me off to another mind bending climax.

"Oh ohhhhhhh ... I ... I ... I'm cuuuuuuuuummmmmmming!" I screamed as her tongue unrelentingly tortured my swollen clit.

I thrashed all over the sofa and tried to push Irene's head away from my now overly sensitive clit; but she would not be denied. I felt wave after wave of bliss break over me; my head whipped from side to side and I screamed in ecstasy.

"Irene ... I can't believe this ... since when did you have a thing for girls?" Ed said as he watched me writhing all over the sofa with his wife's face buried between my thighs.

"Shut up Ed and come over here." She ordered when she finally relented and let me come down from the mystical orgasmic place she'd sent me with her tender ministrations. "Get the rest of your cloths off."

As he undressed, Irene pulled me off the sofa and positioned me kneeling on the floor before her husband.

"Suck him until her gets hard again, honey." She ordered as she pushed my head toward Ed's semi-erect cock.

I was so confused; I felt such love for that wonderful man who only moments before had made my dreams a reality, yet, it seemed his wife was turning such a beautiful experience into a tawdry cheap porno scene. But, I had no say in the matter since her hand on the back of my head pushed forward and forced my mouth onto Ed's beautiful cock. I sucked him into my mouth eagerly just as I had done such a short time ago. I was still so enthralled with my secret love having blossomed into reality that I only wanted to please him and have him love me.

I reached up and around his hips and clutched his firm buttocks as my tongue swirled around the soft head of his penis. I felt it stiffen and swell inside my mouth and it felt so marvelous; it was me, I was having that effect on him, I was exciting him and making him hard. I was in heaven; notwithstanding, the bizarre and unforeseen behavior of his wife.

As I sucked Ed, he placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled me onto him. As he did so, warm wet lips engulfed my breast. I opened my eyes and saw Irene sucking my breast; her red lips worked my hard nipple and her teeth squeezed the sensitive tissue making me yelp with a mixture of pain and delight. 

"Alright ... that's enough ... he's already for you, honey." Irene said as she let go of my breast. "Get over here on the couch ... on your hands and knees ... yeah that's it. Ed ... get your ass over here and give this little bitch the fucking of her life!"




The Piano Lesson



Ed, looking bewildered, complied; he knelt behind me and I felt his magnificent tool press into me. The tipped slid in between the slippery lips of my pussy and slowly penetrated me once more. I moaned in utter delight.

"Scooch down to the other end as far as you can." Irene instructed us.

Ed pulled my hips backward and we worked our way back along the couch as Irene reclined on the sofa in front of me. I was completely astonished as she pulled up her skirt and removed her panties; her naked pussy was right in front of me. I was even more stunned when she reached up and began to pull my head toward the pink lips of her sex; while Ed began to slowly pump his hard rod into my eager pussy.

When it suddenly hit me what she wanted me to do, I balked.

"No ... no ... I can't ... Irene, I've never ... not with a girl ... please, no."

"Listen honey, you will do exactly as you're told; otherwise, your parents will be getting a call from my lawyer naming you as party to adultery. How do you think your folks will like that?"

"Oh my god!" I gasped.

"Irene ... you can't be serious ... if you want a divorce you can have it, you don't need to drag ..."

"Shut up Ed. Just keep fucking your little whore."

I knew instantly that I had no choice; I could not allow my parents to suffer for my thoughtlessness, so, as Irene pulled my head toward her pussy again I did not resist. The musky smell of her sex assaulted my senses. As my mouth encountered her hot swollen lips, I tasted the salty tang of another women's sex for the first time. It didn't taste all that different from when I had experimented and tasted my own juices after some of my late night fantasy sessions.

Irene pulled my face firmly into her. "Use your tongue, darlin' ... oh yes, just like that ... like I did with your clit ... oh ... oh ... oh my god, it feels so fucking fantastic ..."

As she commanded, I flicked my tongue over Irene's nub and I could feel her respond; her hips bucked into my face and she squirmed with my efforts to give her pleasure the same way she'd done for me. She pulled her blouse up and her bra down, then she grabbed my hands and placed them on her ample breasts. I'd never touched another girl's breasts before and they felt so nice and soft. As I manipulated her lovely breasts I felt her nipples tighten and grow stiff; I was delighted that I was having such an effect on her. 

Being a lesbian isn't so bad. I thought to myself; as I continued to devour her warm wet pussy. At the same time, I was feeling such immense fulfillment from having Ed inside me again; making sweet love to me once more. I was soon overwhelmed by another surge of bliss and I collapsed between Irene's legs screaming my joy.

"That's wonderful, sweetie, that your having such a nice orgasm, but it's my turn to get off ... so get back to work, slut!"

As I continued to shudder, Irene forced my mouth back to her pussy.

"Oh god bitch ... that's it ... I'm so close ... yes ... yes ... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Irene screamed too, just as I had done. She hung on to my head and urged me to keep licking her furiously as she was overcome by her own rush of ecstasy.

"Oh christ, Lisa, you're so tight ... ahhhh ... you feel so fucking good ..." Ed grunted as he continued slamming into me from behind.

"Oh honey ... I haven't been eaten out so well since college." Irene said breathlessly as she came down from her climax. "Ed, you gonna cum soon?"

"Not right away, baby ... been too soon ... I'm gonna last awhile yet." Ed responded.

"Great! Don't go away you two." She said and jumped up and rushed out of the living room.

She returned in just minutes, naked; or almost so. While she was gone I told Ed how good it felt to have him inside me.

"You don't know how long I've dreamed of this ... well, not the part with your wife ... but I've loved you so long and wanted ..."

"Oh honey, you're gonna love this too." I heard Irene say as she hurried back into the room. 

Irene had a strap around her hips and straps that ran between her legs; and from this garment like affair protruded an enormous black artificial dick. I realized immediately that she intended to put the thing inside me; it was so much bigger than Ed – and I thought he felt huge inside me – that there was no way I was going to be able to take it.

"OK Ed, my turn." Irene said as she lay back down on the sofa. She scooted under me and positioned the monster cock between my legs as Ed pulled out of me.

"Alright ... just ease down on this ..."

"Oh no ... Irene, its way too big ... aggggh ... oh god it's so fucking huge ..." I was appalled with myself that I'd uttered the 'F' word.

Irene gave me no options as she guided the monstrosity into my too small opening and shoved my hips downward.

Pain mixed with intense delight as it slowly stretched me and worked its way inside me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I moaned loudly.

"Irene ... maybe you shouldn't ..."

"Quiet Ed, she's taking it just fine ... oh yeah honey ... doesn't that fucker feel great?"

Amazingly, it did.

"Oh yes ... Irene ... oh god, it does ..." I said as I shuddered. When I finally had as much of it as I could take, I closed my eyes and just relished the feeling of being so completely filled.

"OK Ed, get behind her ... you're gonna take her sweet little virgin ass." Irene said.

My eyes snapped open; I was in shock.

"No! No ... not that ... that's so gross ... no!"

"Alright then, I'll just get up and call my lawyer."

"Oh no ... please no."

"Then shut up, relax your hole and let Ed bust you're nether cherry." She commanded. "Lube her up with some of her pussy juice, Ed, she's sure wet enough."

I felt Ed's fingers as they collected some of my juices that coated my thighs. Then his fingers spread my cheeks and he gently spread the slippery stuff around my rosebud. His fingers penetrated my ass as he tried to get me stretched a bit and relaxed enough to accept his huge cock.

"Just relax your hole ... that's it ... you're actually going to like it, I think ... I'll go real slow for you." Ed reassured me.

I felt the tip of his cock press against my rosebud and then the pressure built. It hurt, but not as much as when the enormous dildo had been crammed up my pussy. Slowly, his cock squeezed inside me.

"Ow! Stop ... just give me a sec ... there, OK, push ... easy ... oh god ... oh, oh ... yes, Ed ... oh fuck me Ed ... yes ... yes!"

As Ed started to pump slowly and gently in my ass, Irene thrust upward. The massive dick was already in as deep as it would go; or so I thought. Irene fucked me harder and harder and sucked my breast into her eager mouth. I screamed in ecstasy as I was being stretched beyond anything I had ever imagined. I felt another orgasm overwhelming me. My tummy muscles clenched and my whole body shuddered and I lost all control of myself. I was at the total mercy of my sensual overload and the two people who were driving me beyond comprehension. I mumbled, I screamed, I babbled incoherently; and still, they continued to fuck me senseless.

Heat stabbed my nipple as Irene bit so hard I just knew there must be blood flowing into her mouth; yet, it felt wonderful. Ed's pace quickened to a frenzy as he groaned and yelled that he was cumming. I felt his hot seed and his cock pulsing deep inside me. Irene was frigging herself off and had a violent orgasm and thrust her dildo unmercifully into my burning pussy.

Me? I think I blacked out briefly. When I was able to think lucidly again I had collapsed on Irene; our naked breasts were pressed together and I heard her whispering in my ear.

"Oh honey ... that was so good ... uh baby ... I couldn't believe you ... god I love you, Lisa." Irene whispered tenderly. "Thank you, honey."

Ed withdrew from my ass and left it burning; but still feeling so nice after my mind numbing climax. Irene pushed me up and off the monster and I felt Ed's arms wrap around me as hugged me lovingly.

I couldn't believe the transformation of Irene who had talked so nasty to me; calling me a slut and a whore. I mentioned this to her and Ed responded.

"Irene always talks dirty in bed, honey. It's one of the things that really spices up our sex life." Ed said.

"Did you like it honey?" Irene asked.

"Oh shit yes ... oooops sorry." I said, realizing I'd just said 'shit' in front of them; I was turning into a real garage mouth.

"That's alright, we're all adults." Ed said. 

"Would you like to do it again sometime?" Irene asked.

"Oh god yes!" I said with a shout.

"Maybe you could tell your mom that I need some help with something ... like spring cleaning, whatever; and you could come over and just the two of us could play. Would you like that, sweetie?" Irene said.

"Oh yes, that was so awesome ... I never thought I'd ever ... ah, you know ..."

"Eat pussy?"

"Yeah, that ... it was so nice ... and when you ate mine too its was totally ... ah ..."

"Yes, I thought you'd enjoyed it." Irene said and gave me an inviting smile.

She then shocked me again by leaning over and kissing me passionately on the lips; her tongue invading my mouth. I suppose kissing shouldn't be as shocking as eating pussy, but still, I was surprised how I responded; just like when Ed and I had kissed. I felt all tingly and my pussy suddenly needed attention desperately.

As she kissed me I reached between my legs and started rubbing myself.

"Hmmm ... let me help you with that. Why don't you suck Ed's cock some more and see if he can get hard again." She said as she pushed me on my back and buried her face again in my wanton pussy.

Ed complied and placed his flaccid cock on my lips as I lay on the sofa enjoying Irene's lips sucking on my clit. I sucked Ed into my mouth and enjoyed the taste of all our mixed juices as my mouth and tongue worked to make him stiff again. I felt Irene's tongue lapping at my ass, too; no doubt collecting Ed's salty cum as it seeped from me.

Amazingly, Ed did get hard again. As soon as he was ready, Irene got into a sixty-nine position with me – she on top with her head between my legs while her thighs straddled my face and I licked her clit and pussy. I was too sore to have anything inside me again, so Ed fucked Irene for what seemed like ages, while I kept lapping at her clit. Irene got me off, I don't know how many times. At one point when I was coming back from my latest orgasm I heard Ed shout as he shot another load; this time in Irene's pussy. When he withdrew his cock from his wife's pussy; his hot cum started dripping from Irene's cunt into my mouth and I sucked it all up hungrily. As I finished, Irene shifted around and kissed me; invading my mouth with her tongue so we could share the last of Ed's thick white spunk.

When she broke the kiss, Irene grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me up off the couch.

"Lisa, honey, you're a complete mess. No way can you go home looking like that – your mother would have a fit. Come on let's have a quick shower." She said and pulled me off to her bedroom with its adjoining bathroom. 

All three of us showered and luxuriated in soaping and fondling and caressing and kissing every part of each other's bodies. 

When I'd dressed and was about ready to leave, Irene gave me a critical inspection to make sure I didn't look like I'd just been involved in a wild sex orgy with my piano teacher and his wife.

"OK, you look fine. Now, when your mom asks why you're so late getting home, say it's my birthday today and that I invited you to have cake and ice cream with us to celebrate. OK?" Irene said.

"Oh, sure ... that's really clever."

"And, tell her that your piano teacher's wife asked if you could come by and help in the garden tomorrow afternoon after school; tell her I said your lessons will be half price from now on if you can help out around the house whenever I need you. Oh, and wear old jeans or something tomorrow so your mother doesn't get suspicious."

"OK ... see you both tomorrow." I said dreamily as I went out the door.

I was in a daze all the way home. As I walked along I kept going over in my mind all that had happened; the love of my life making love to me, and Irene teaching me about aspects of loving I had never dreamed of. I still loved Ed passionately; and Irene, well, there were new feelings for her inside me. Different from how I felt about Ed; but still, they were there and needed acknowledging. And most exciting of all, was that they both still wanted me; I hadn't been turned away after my impetuous display of love and lust for Ed.

As I entered my home I heard my mom yell to me from the kitchen.

"Is that you Lisa? How come you're so late?" 

If she only knew ...



The Piano Lesson



You entered the house, filling the room with your aura of domination. I was waiting for you on my knees, legs spread wide, arms behind my back and my head bowed. The silk black corset I was wearing cinched my waist tightly and pushed my full breasts high. A matching thong barely covered my pussy lips and my spread legs gave you, my Master, the full view. The black stilettos were a bit difficult to wear in this position, but I happily wore them to please you. 

You stepped in front of me and placed a firm finger beneath my chin, raising my eyes to yours. What gorgeous green eyes. A simple look from you could make me melt with joy or tremble in fear. Today I was melting beneath your burning gaze. 

"Is my pet ready for her lesson?" You asked in a smooth voice. 

"Yes, Sir, I am." 

"Good, I hope you have been practicing. You should have the piece down perfectly by now. You may stand and go to the piano now." 

I bowed and kissed your feet before walking to the baby grand. The stilettos made my slender legs look even longer and shapelier as I walked toward the piano, my hips swaying gently. A small smile crept to my lips as I felt you close in behind me. Your hand grazed across my ass as I reached the piano and I could feel the desire growing within me. I sat on the bench, the wood cool against my bare skin. The music sheets were already sitting before me and I placed my slender fingers on the smooth ivory keys.  

You stood behind me and reached down over my shoulder, brushing over my breasts as you moved down to the silky fabric between my thighs. My breaths came faster as you slid your hand into my panties and placed a bullet vibrator against my clit. I knew from experience that you held the remote in your pocket. This would be a very interesting lesson indeed. 

You brushed my silky hair back off of one shoulder and placed a tender kiss along the curve of my neck. A tiny ripple of pleasure ran through me as your lips brushed my skin. Your hand came to rest on the back of my neck, your fingers circling it slightly. Your touch was firm, but not rough. 

"Begin, my pet." 

The song began softly as my fingers flowed gently over the keys. The delicate melody drifted through the air. My body moved with the music as it began to pull me in. A sudden vibration against my clit nearly made me miss a note. The intense pleasure enticed me back to you. I stiffened beneath your hand as I fought to concentrate on the music before me. 

You turned the vibe up and my fingers faltered slightly. To an untrained ear, it would have gone unnoticed, but you knew better. The vibe went off. 

"Tsk, tsk my pet. If you lose the time, even just a fraction of a second, the rest of the piece will not sound as beautiful as it should." 

I bowed my head. 

"I'm sorry, Sir." 

I felt you reach away from me for a moment then you turned back leaned over me. In your hand were a pair of clover clamps. I bit my lip and let out a small gasp as the first clamp bit painfully into my nipple. The second clamp pulled a low groan from my lips as the teeth closed down tightly on my other nipple. You gave the chain that connected the clamps a small tug, causing them to tighten their grip on my nipples. I gritted my teeth as the sharp pain shot coursed through me, swirling with my already growing desire. I could feel my juices flowing already, such a sweet pain. Your hand returned to my neck and your lips brushed against my ear. 

"We need to work on your concentration," you said, your voice low and smooth, melting me as it always does. "Begin again." 

With aching nipples I once again moved my fingers over the keys, leaning into the music, letting it pull me in. My heart pounded in my chest as you slid your hand down past my collar bone to my breasts, softly caressing them, luring me back to you. I struggled to keep my focus as your gentle touch thrilled my body. The vibe started again and I jerked against you as pleasure coursed through me. The sweet vibrations teased my body, promising nothing short of pure delight if I would only give in. I never faltered though. The music continued to trickle sweetly through air. As it slowly began its build to a crescendo I heard you chuckle softly in my ear. 

As I began to lean into it, pounding on the keys, letting the music flow through me and take me once again, you yanked on the chain between my clamps. I cried out as the sharp pain tore through my body, meeting with the sweet pleasure, swirling together, growing my desire. 

Abruptly, you dropped the chain, turned off the vibe and stepped away from the piano bench. 

"Stop," you said and my fingers instantly stilled over the ivory keys. "You have some nerve, adding such a blemish to a perfect masterpiece!" 

Your voice was rough and demanding, but I could hear the wicked smile that played on your lips as you unbuckled your belt. 

"Stand up and bend over the bench." 

I did as you ordered, spreading my legs in the manner you preferred as I pushed my ass into the air. I was completely vulnerable to you. A shiver ran up my spine as the cool leather of the belt grazed over my silky skin. You are very skilled at bringing the sweet contrasts of pleasure and pain into play, using them to achieve the responses you desire. You caressed my ass gently with the leather, stopping and starting, teasing me with your tender touch, calming me before you laid the first blow. I never know when the first strike is coming. 

SMACK 

The first strike lands across my right cheek, sending a fiery pain through my body. My body jumps slightly with the sudden sting, but I remain in position. 

"One Sir, thank you, may I have another?" 

SMACK 

You laid another blow to my left cheek, this one harder that the last, ripping a deep groan from my throat as the pain warmed through me. 

"Two Sir, thank you, may I have another?" 

I tense as I hear the belt whistle through the air a third time, crying out as it loudly lashes against my skin. I am sure the welts are forming already. Carefully controlling my voice, I counted the third strike. If I do not speak clearly, the strike does not count. 

You continued, raining down on my ass, the belt brutally marking my porcelain skin. At times you slowed, others you sped up, but your strength never wavered. Each blow was increasingly painful and directly on target. Though tears dripped down onto my breasts and my cries filled the room, I faithfully counted out each stroke. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I heard you put your belt back on after twenty-five strokes. My ass was burning terribly, but my body betrayed me as the warm juice from my pussy dripped down my thighs. 

You stood behind me again and I felt something smooth slide against my pussy lips. I sighed softly as you dipped it into my pussy, twisting it, fucking me slowly with it. 

"What a dirty little pet you are. That spanking has you dripping wet," you said with amusement in your voice. 

You pulled the toy out slowly, causing my pussy to ache for more. Yanking aside the string of my thong, you eased what I then knew to be the butt plug into my ass. Steadily pushing as I struggled to accept it's size, my ass stretching tightly around it. I moaned as you held it still with the thickest point stretching my ass, it burned slightly, but I craved it. Slowly you pushed it in the rest of the way, watching my ass close tightly around the base. 

"Now, are you going to add any further sound to the piece?" you asked, your voice firm. 

"No Sir." 

"You may sit back down." 

I sat, poised at the piano, my ass burning from the spanking, the plug stretching my hole, my slender fingers in place, and my back perfectly straight. Mentally I gave myself a quick pep talk, reminding myself that I knew this piece forward and backward. Feel the music, let it flow, focus. I could do this. Just let go.

You stood behind me once again, so close I could feel your warm breath on my skin. Your scent tickled my senses, coaxing the intense desire for you from deep within. I began again, my fingers moving softly and swiftly across the keys. It was a love affair, luring the music from the instrument, once again filling the air with the sweet melody, only to be enticed back in, pulling me from my Master, consuming me. The music flowed through me and I was lost to the world. 

A strong vibration on my clit pulled me back to you once again. I fought the urge to succumb to the gentle pleasure you inflicted upon me, fighting it as I struggled to focus on the music before me. It is very difficult serving two Masters in the same moment, both fighting to draw me closer, to consume me with their power. 

You knew the piece well and as I hit the first crescendo you took a clamp between your fingers and twisted, slightly at first, but deepening the twist as the music grew to a louder tone. I gritted my teeth and leaned into the music, pounding out the melody to release my tension. The sharp pain rolled through me, reminding me who my true Master was, the Master who held my every thought, my every desire, who was the center of my universe. As the music softened once again, you released my nipple and gently caressed my breast, swirling slow soft circles across my skin. I moved into another crescendo and again, you twisted my nipple, this time on the opposite side. I was in a forte that spread for several measures and you held it firmly throughout. The music fought to pull me in, yet your attentions demanded I remain ever present with you. The pain was harsh and I opened my mouth in a silent scream, my eyes closed and my head fell back against you. Yet I continued to play to perfection. Warmth flooded down my thighs, my pussy ached and my ass throbbed around the plug. The pain and the pleasure churned together as the impending orgasm drew near. 

Master released my nipple and my breast fell, the clamp pulling on it painfully. I fell forward, breathing deeply, leaning over the keys as I played, the music quieting once again. 

The intensity of the vibe increased causing my bottom to wiggle painfully on the bench. The orgasm was so close, I was teetering on the edge, aching to fall into bliss. Your hand came to rest firmly on the back of my neck again, your lips sensuously tickling my ear as you spoke firmly and quietly. 

"Don't even think about cumming yet." 

I melted at the sound of your voice, strong, smooth and firm. You voice could do things to me that one could not imagine. A little thrill ran through me as I struggled to obey. 

The piece became more difficult, louder, faster. This was where I always lost, every time I abandoned my Master and succumbed to the music. You were prepared. You felt me pulling away, coaxed in by the powerful music. The crop landed squarely on my breast, my body jerked and my fingers played the next chords firmly as I sought to ease the pain. You struck me again on the other breast, the heat from the sting warming through me. I played harder, stroking the keys, the music, the pain, the pleasure, it all took me higher. The faster the song moved the harder and faster the crop fell, at times hitting the tops of my breasts, other landing right on the clamps. As always, the pain mixed with the pleasure, creating such beautiful bliss. I bit the inside of my lip until it bled, fighting the screams that threatened to erupt. Tears spilled down my cheeks and onto my breasts, the wetness only making the sting of the crop more intense. My body trembled and my breaths came hard and fast as the song began to come to a close. I wouldn't be able to fight the orgasm much longer. Then I heard those sweet, sweet words. 

"Cum for me my precious pet." 

You struck harder with the crop, making me soar and my world go hazy. I played the final notes as the orgasm began to rip through me. Ending the song I braced my hands against the piano and screamed, screamed in pain, screamed in ecstasy as my body shook with release. 

I'm not sure when my you stopped using the crop. At some point I just let myself fall forward against the piano as the orgasm ebbed. My breaths were sporadic and my chest heaved as I came down from the throws of ecstasy. Slowly I raised my head, still a bit dizzy from all that had transpired. There you stood, the smallest hint of a grin playing on your lips, your eyes glittering. 

"Well done my pet," you said, your voice smooth as silk, causing me to melt all over again "I'm proud of you, you have learned to focus well." 

My face turned red as the blush crept up my face. 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied demurely. 

"Is my pet ready for some fun now?" 

"If it pleases you, Sir." 

I looked up to meet your gaze, my lashes still glistening with my tears. 

"It would please me very much. On your knees." 

A smile crept to my lips and my heart pounded in excitement as I quickly moved to my knees before you. By the time I reached you, your pants were undone and your large cock had sprung free. I loved your cock. Being allowed to pleasure you with my mouth, to taste you and feel you in my throat was one of my greatest desires. 

I reached up to caress your balls as I tantalizingly licked up the length of your hard cock, swirling my tongue slowly around the tip before easing back down. Again I licked slowly up your length and this time found your hands entangled tightly in my hair. As I reached the thick head, you pushed my face down until your cock hit the back of my throat. You pulled my head up slightly by my hair before pushing me down again, easing your cock down my throat. Gradually you moved faster until you had your full length down my throat. My nose pressed against your stomach as I choked on your cock, my body screaming for air as you held me there. I could feel my pussy growing wet again as you used me for your pleasure. You yanked me up by my hair just long enough for me to gulp a few breaths of air before shoving my back down on your cock. This time you held my head still as you fucked my throat, enjoying the sounds of my choking and gagging. I struggled to relax my throat, but you were quite large and quite thick, making it very difficult. My stomach threatened to revolt and I gagged as you continued to thrust. I fought slightly, wanting air, wanting to go at my own pace, but ultimately, this was what I loved, this was how I liked to be used. I loved the way you took me, forcing me to do what I craved the most, forcing me to give you what it was that you wanted. 

When you had finished with my mouth you yanked my head off again by my hair, pulling my head back, compelling me to look up at you with my tearstained face. My makeup was smudged, my chin dripping with drool. I was a mess, just the way you liked it. 

"You're such a good cock sucking whore." 

Harsh words, but they sent a tingle through me. I was YOUR cock sucking whore and loved every minute of it. 

"Bend over the piano bench," you growled, and another shiver ran through me. 

I hastily moved to the bench and bent over, lifting my ass for you to use as you pleased. You yanked at the thong and I heard the fabric rip as it was torn from me. The vibe fell to the floor with a clank and my thong was tossed aside. You pulled the plug from my ass and cut off my moan by shoving it into my mouth for a few seconds then yanking it out. 

"How bad do you want my cock in your ass my anal pet?" 

"Oh please, Sir, fuck my ass! Fill me with your huge cock, stretch me, fuck me, use me! Please Sir!" 

With that you thrust your cock into my ass, pushing the head in, stretching my hole tightly around your thick cock. A few hard thrusts and you was buried in my ass, filling me further than any of my plugs could. You began to fuck me in earnest, pulling nearly all the way out before forcing it back in, ripping deep guttural screams from my throat. The distinct mixture of pleasure and pain began to warm through me as you fucked me hard, pounding into my tight, tender hole, using me for you pleasure. My ass burned as your thick cock stretched me and I struggled to accommodate you. Yet I loved it, it only added to the pleasure. Your cock felt enormous in my ass. I cried that it hurt, begging you to stop, yet screamed for you to keep going as I met you thrust for thrust. I was a sobbing mess on the edge of bliss when you yanked my head up against your chest and spoke fiercely into my ear. 

"Cum with me my pet." 

And with that my screams filled the air as the orgasm ripped through me. Your groans of pleasure as you came in my ass egging me on, drawing out the orgasm. My body was trembling with the pleasure, the pain and the overwhelming sensations that came with knowing I was owned by you. 

We ended up in a heap on the floor, you sitting naked, leaning against the wall; myself curled up on the floor with my head in your lap, your fingers gently running through my hair. Eventually we would clean up and crawl into bed together to fall into a satiated sleep. For now though, we would simply enjoy the peaceful afterglow. 



The Piano Lesson



Typical quiet summer evening at the mall, most people are out on a patio, not inside shopping.I finished my shift a few minutes early at the camera store where I am working for the summer. I am looking forward to my makeup piano lesson. . . after the store is closed. I've had a crush on you since I was seventeen, but I'm eighteen now, and you're only twenty-three, not too much of an age difference. I hope you feel the same way.

I wander over as you are getting everything tidied up and about to close the cash. After a moment or two of chat, I head back to the lesson room while you close the front grate and cash out. I start practicing my scales as a warm-up, but keep checking my hair and lip gloss nervously. 

You don't know it yet, but tonight I have decided to muster up the courage to make some sort of move. The chemistry between us has been sparking for weeks during our lessons, but maybe you are still just thinking of me as a student. That's about to change.

It's summer and I'm wearing cropped jeans and a thin white cotton sleeveless blouse. It's untucked, and has a low scooped neck. The cotton is very light and almost transparent, but not quite. My hair is long but in a knot at the nape of my neck because it's so hot and humid. I have slip on sandals with 3 inch heels, and my hot pink toenails are clearly visible, along with a toe ring on the second toe of my right foot.

I can hear you putting the last few things away and you call out that you'll just be a minute, but that I should play the E flat scale again, because I keep missing the A flat. The store goes dark as you flick off the lights and head to the back. The only light is from your lesson room - both the overhead and the piano light are on. You close the door to the back and join me in the room, sliding onto the bench to my right.

Several scales later, I still haven't gotten up the nerve to do anything. If I don't hurry up, the lesson will be over. I turn to look at you just as you lean to grab the metronome from the bookshelf to my left. 

Suddenly it seems so quiet in the room that I'm sure you can hear my heart pounding, and I can feel your breath on my cheek. It's like time has stopped, our eyes locked on each other. As if drawn by a magnet, I slide my hand behind your neck and pull you closer as I bring my lips to meet yours.

The electricity between us before was nothing compared to the full body jolt that first kiss sends through me. Fighting the urge to kiss you on and on, I pull back to gauge your reaction, to make sure you aren't trying to figure out a way to end it. You respond by pulling me closer to you, pressing your mouth back on mine, and gently opening my lips with your tongue.

After kissing and exploring each other's mouths for several minutes, you pull me up and lead me away from the piano, turning the overhead light off, leaving only the glow from the piano light. 

You still haven't let go of my hand and you draw me to you, wrapping your arms around me as you bend to kiss the base of my throat and work your way back up to my lips, detouring to kiss and nibble my earlobe and the side of my jaw, leaving my skin hot and craving more. 

I can feel my nipples stiffening and pressing against the lace of my bra, aching to be touched and teased. I press my body closer to yours, wanting you to feel my breasts against your chest, to feel how aroused I am. Suddenly you let out a ragged breath and I realize you are at least as turned on as I am.

I gently push you back to sit on the couch. You look a little surprised but don't protest. I reach up and pull the elastic from my hair to let it tumble down my back. I slowly unbutton my blouse but leave it on, falling open to reveal my white lace push-up bra and the rosy skin of my sunkissed breasts rising slightly above the lace. 

Then I straddle you and lower myself to your lap as your hands slide up to caress my breasts and tease my nipples. I can tell you are becoming uncomfortably aroused as I run my hands down your chest to your hips. I can feel the hardness of your cock straining against your jeans as I sway my hips to tease you, to make you want more . . . 

You run your hands up my outer thighs, and grasp my ass tightly, pulling me closer, so I can feel your erection pressing against my pelvic bone. THIS is what I have wanted for so long, not just to think but to know that you want me as much as I want you, to feel the heat of your desire. 

I arch my back and wiggle my hips, enticing you to make the next move. I can tell that the thin silk of my underwear is soaked and my pussy has started a rhythmic throbbing. I shrug my blouse off, and you reach back to unhook my bra, letting it slide to the floor. 

You bend your head and capture my right nipple in your teeth, not too rough but not really gentle either. I gasp from the sensation, your tongue flicking back and forth over the hardened flesh, the cool air from the air conditioning causing them to tighten even more. Your right hand is cupping my left breast, your thumb teasing the nipple but I need to feel your mouth there, too. "Please . . . . " I whisper, and you know exactly what I mean. 

Somehow, I begin to unbutton your shirt, pulling it down your arms with an almost frantic need to feel your hot skin against mine. I pull away from your attentive mouth and lean forward to kiss your collarbone, and continue kissing and licking down to your nipple. It's your turn now. 

"Mmmm, yes!" you groan as my tongue starts circling , not touching, still teasing. My hands are drifting further south, trailing down your chest, your stomach, grazing the waist of your jeans. I lightly trace the outline of the fly, as you thrust your hips up, begging wordlessly for me to really touch you, but I continue to tease. I want this night to last a long time and I'm going to make you wait.

Unable to stand it anymore, you slide your hands up my back and lean forward, tipping me gently to the floor. My legs automatically wrap around your waist, pulling you down with me. My hips buck up as I grind against the fullness of your cock. "Not yet" you say as you kneel up, straddling me, and run your fingers from the base of my throat to the waist of my jeans. 

You stop, seeming uncertain if you should go any further, until I reach down and undo the button and the zipper, then reach up to slowly pop all 4 buttons of your jeans. As I start to wriggle out of my jeans, kicking my sandals off in the process, you move to the side and do the same. When I look over at you again, you have managed to strip entirely, and I am still in my turquoise silk string thong.

It's as if you know I suddenly feel a bit shy, and you lie next to me and begin kissing me again, playing with my nipples, gently caressing my skin. It doesn't take long until I am feverishly responding to your touch, and I let my hand start trailing along your thighs, getting close to your swollen penis, but not actually touching. 

I can feel you rocking your hips involuntarily and knowing that you are so aroused excites me more. I kneel up and kiss my way down your chest, your stomach, your groin, still teasing, still avoiding your stiff cock. 

Your hands are tangling in my hair as it brushes your body, and I can tell that your touch is getting a bit rougher, such is the intensity of your desire. Lightly, ever so lightly, I flick my tongue over the head of your cock. Your body stills, wanting more, not sure if it was my hair accidentally causing the touch. 

I flick again, a little more firmly, and then I grasp your cock with my right hand and stroke it firmly as my tongue circles the head of your cock, then slide it into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more intensity as I slide it in and out, still working the shaft with my right hand. As I increase the speed, you suddenly pull away. "Not yet, angel, your turn now"

You reach down to touch the heat and wetness of the scrap of silk that covers me. Your finger finds my clit through the thin fabric and you gently stroke it. It's all I can do to lay still, to enjoy the sensations. What I really want is to pull you to me and feel you inside me, but I wait to see what you do next. You increase the pressure, but only slightly, knowing how sensitive the swollen bud is. You use your thumb to push aside the fabric, and massage it between your thumb and forefinger. I can't help it, I'm whimpering now, it feels so good. 

My hips are swaying slightly now, making it difficult for you to keep hold of my slippery clit. Your head bends down and I can feel the heat from your breath on me as you flick your tongue back and forth, back and forth while your fingers slide down to slip inside my hot pussy with ease. I buck up to meet your tongue, to feel your fingers slide deeper inside.

You continue to slide your fingers slowly in and out, while maintaining a constant rhythm of your tongue on my clit. It doesn't take long before I am moaning and on the brink of orgasm. Being you, this is when you stop, hook your fingers through the string sides of the thong and finally remove it. I can't help it, I am too aroused to stop myself from reaching down to finger my clit, rubbing it lightly, needing to feel release. You seem captivated by the sight, and reach down to stroke your cock. 

Seeing your hand on your shaft, watching the rough way you handle yourself, sliding up and down the full length, is too much. I cum, feeling the contractions of my pussy and the throbbing of my clit under my fingers. It's not enough, though, I want more. I want you. I want you inside me, to take you all the way in.

I lean up to kiss you again, tasting myself on your lips. I trace the length of your torso with my fingers, then take hold of your erection again. I hear a moan escape your lips as you throw your head back. As I lay back down, I guide you down to my heat and wetness, rubbing the head of your cock over my still-swollen clit. 

"Are you sure?" you ask. I kiss you in response, and as you slide into me, feeling the tightness of my slippery pussy expand to take you in, I wrap my legs around your waist until you are pulled as far into me as possible. 

As I start to rock my hips, you slowly thrust in and out, your cock sliding against my very sensitive and swollen clit. "Oh yes, yes, yes . . ." I moan, among other unintelligible vocal utterances. 

You respond by increasing the speed of your hips, and I grab your ass tightly, my hips bucking up to meet your every movement. You know that I'm about to cum as my hands grab you even tighter, almost painfully so, so you slide out your full length and plunge back in, stimulating my clit the whole time. 

I cry out as waves of pleasure wash over me. I can feel my pussy squeezing you even tighter as you thrust in and out twice more. Then I can feel the heat deep inside as you finally cum, your body shuddering as you feel the release. Sated and exhausted, we stay locked together, until the chill from the air conditioning cools us. 



The Piano Player



I'm sorry, I just don't see myself that way. I know how it looks, but I am not what everyone now seems to think, they have it all wrong. It was the piano, her damn piano, which is what caused this horrible misunderstanding, just her piano.

You see, I live next door to her in the apartment building and the walls aren't very thick. I know I have had to constantly be careful to keep my television turned down low and I don't dare even consider having a party, it would simply be too loud. She seemed very aware of the sound problems and I rarely ever heard anything from her, an occasional bang as she dropped a frying pan or something, but otherwise nothing. Well, nothing except for the piano.

At first I didn't pay much attention to it, usually when she practiced it was at a time I was in a room at the other side of my apartment, and if I closed the door I really didn't hear much. It was only when I stepped into my kitchen or living room that I would hear the monotonous plink, plink, plink on the keys. One time, just the one time mind you, I happened to be in the kitchen when I heard her start on the piano.

To understand just how it all came about, you need to know how the apartment building is built. The wall of my living room is apparently shared by her living room and just off the living rooms are the kitchens, but they don't share a wall, they are kind of inset into the building, allowing for a window turned on an angle so we can kind of get a view into the courtyard. Of course if I leaned back from my kitchen chair, I could look at the window to her kitchen.

Anyway, she started hitting the same note over and over again. I had heard it before, but like I said, from the other room with the door closed I could easily ignore it. Well, that day, sitting in the kitchen, it really began to annoy me, so while I considered simply walking into the living room and banging on the wall, I leaned back in my chair and looked at, no, I look into her kitchen window.

Her kitchen was dark, but I could see into, the well lit, living room where she sat at an upright piano. Immediately I noticed that she was completely naked and looked away, but as she continued I heard her change notes, moving up the musical scale one key. Intrigued, I looked back, this time really looking.

I don't know if I would call her beautiful, I mean her face always seemed kind of plain when I saw her in the elevator or in the corridors of the apartment building, but seeing her like this she suddenly was very alluring. Her light brown hair was down, cascading onto her shoulders and from the angle she was sitting I could just see her left breast. It wasn't large, but seemed nicely perky and I remember how large her nipple was, I mean even from the distance I was, well, it just seemed very large.

I let my eyes roll down her body and I realized that as she continued striking that single key on the piano with one of the fingers of her right hand, her other hand was down between her legs, moving in unison with the note she played. I then heard the note change again as I noticed her move a bit, kind of sliding her hips forward and back. Only then did I understand what she was doing.

I watched for a while longer and after a while, as I noticed the note changed again, I saw her begin to move more urgently. Yes, she was masturbating and as she slowly got more and more aroused she would continue moving up the keys of the piano. Well, by that time I was aroused too, so I lifted up from my chair and slid my shorts and underwear off. Gently wrapping my fingers around my erect cock, I began to slide my hand up and down in unison with the piano notes.

The woman at the piano was now obviously very aroused and I could see as she spread her legs wide apart. I could see her breast bouncing slightly as she moved her body. So I could get a better look, I stood up. The sensations running through my cock were so good I began to move my hips as I imagined sliding my cock in and out of the piano player's pussy. She moved to another key on the piano and I could see she was about to come, so I slid my hand faster and faster.

Glancing down I could see the clear pre-cum rolling over my fingers and I imagined her fingers, wet from her juices. Suddenly she arched her back and played one final note, holding it as she lifted her hips up and came. That was all I could take and I pushed my hips forward, feeling the pleasure explode from my balls up the length of my cock. White hot cum spurted from me splashing onto the window and running down it in long, sinewy rivulets.

I remained in the window stroking my softening cock as the woman at the piano relaxed back onto the piano seat for a moment. She then stood up and moved out of view. Only then did I look down at the courtyard two floors below and see several women looking disgustedly up at me. I quickly pulled up my shorts and moved back into my apartment, away from the window.

"That's basically what happened officer," I said, dropping the pen onto the table and handing the pad of paper to the policeman.

"Okay, please sign here and put the date here," he said, pointing to the space at the bottom of the page.

I signed and dated the paper, "Okay, what happens now?"

"Well, I'll get this to the D.A. and see what they want to do with it."

"Will it take long?"

"No, normally someone from their office is... oh wait, there she is now," he said grabbing the pad and standing up.

I looked through the open door and saw the back of a woman with light brown hair tied nicely up around her head. As she turned to talk to the officer I noticed the alluring curve of her left breast and then glanced up, immediately recognizing her face. Suddenly I could hear that monotonous sound of the piano as my fingers nervously tapped the table.  



The Piano Player



Drifting of scented gums through the air, the piano player sits there on the stool, eyes transfixed on a distant thought as the PP starts to trip soft white fingers along the white and black road in front, in the cool of the morning. The lightness of the material cladding the PP highlights the PP players senses though the yellow glow. The early morning sun drifting through the particles in the room has a warming effect on the PP's mind even if the coolness of the air has spread goose bumps over the PP partly exposed body.

With the chirps of the feathered friends drying themselves of the early morning dew in the distance, the PP watches the particles swirl lightly before the PP eyes as fingers start in a trance to match the slow rhythms of the room and surrounds. Softly notes extend from within the heart of the PP through the PP organs to dance along with the rays of light to be absorbed in places from soft furnishings or to rebound from hard cold walls. Matching the rhythm of spiralling light within the room the PP talked to the feathered friends through the PP fingers dancing on the key board sending a melody from deep with in.

The PP's cladding, light like the melody, provides no warmth till the warming rays creep upwards like fingers softly touching, caressing soft uncovered skin. The warmth of the sun is felt like a lover, soft and warming, its fingers moving slowly upwards as if on a mission of seduction, a seduction of the mind as the PP gaze tells of far distant thoughts, thoughts that heighten body activity, blood flowing faster as the melody tempo increases, blood to move the warmth of the sun to parts that feel neglected from want of attention. 

The sun's fingers move up the PP calves sending spiralling simulations deep within, warming and exciting. Cool thighs upon the stool roll in tempo with the melody and as the ray's fingers touch them.

They flinch as if rays were exploring uncharted areas, the thighs spread unconsciously as the sun fingers spread over them pulling them apart, softly warming and massaging them; inner thighs separate to let the soft sun's massage begin. The massage the PP has been longing for, the warmth on the PP inner thighs from the sun god is the beginning of the warmth of for enlightenment. 

Still while PP fingers play apon the keys the PP eyes shift from the trance in the distance to the warm fingers settling on the PP opened inner thighs. The PP can feel the Sun God's fingers move upwards to the PP flimsy covering, fingers that tease the senses and heighten desires. Desires that only dreams have been able to satisfy but now the Sun Gods fingers are playing the tune whilst the PP own fingers slowly slip from the enchanting tunes upon the key boards to help the fingers that are bringing the PP to heights never felt before.

The Sun God, Helios's fingers are everywhere now slipping up PP body, toying with the flimsy covering of the PP to the PP's golden hair. Helios's fingers running throughs the PP hair, kissing the PP on the checks, then lips as the PP turns to face the PP's seducer. The PP whole body is being lathered by Helios's golden fingers that invade every little crevice 

The golden fingers warm as they play apron the flesh of the PP, the fingers encourage the PP to turn on the stool to fully face Helios, now the PP's master, to bow in servence as golden hair covers the PP face as if in shame of the PPs feelings of desire and not willing to fully face the PP' seducer. Still in a deep trance, the golden fingers slipping through the hair massaging the scalp and warming the subservants mind. The PP has become a slave to the Helios.

The PP hands have been lifted by Helios's golden fingers to the PP thighs where Helios moves the PP fingers to sensual parts. Helios moves aside the flimsy material to expose the PP to the full view of Helios. Helios rewarding the PP with such loyalty and passion warms the PP sacred parts with his long searching fingers.

The PP leaning back against the keys feels the warmth being injected deep within. The PP was only just before seducing Helios with the PP tunes now the tables have turned and it is Helios whom is seducing the PP with his warm long fingers, fingers intertwined with the PP fingers as Helios guides the PP warmed fingers across the PP body, in the slow motion like the particles drifting through Helios's rays within the stillness of the room. The chest of the PP heaving slowly basked by Helios many fingers as the PP heart is drawn to beat faster as Helios fingers dance apron the PP's now bare chest. Helios's fingers have spread the flimsy covering to one side exposing once cold and hardened nipples to sensual erect nipples that are being kissed ever so softly by Helios. Helios's golden fingers massage the nipples to full erectness whilst his warm mouth gently sucks on each nipple in turn. 

With head bent forward looking down through long wavy golden hair that circles the face of the PP, the PP watches through the golden haze before the PP, the fingers and tongue of Helios bringing the PP to levels the PP has never reached before. Eyes visit a heaving chest, then to where Helios fingers move the PP fingers with quicking motion between the PP thighs Likening to a slow tune upon the key board gathering speed till as the fire ignites, Helios warmth is turning into a raging fire the PP can't control, only an orgasmic event can quell the fire that Helios has started.   



The Piano Store



As his hand moved down her belly and slid under the elastic of her panties she knew that there was no stopping this now. Of their own mind her knees spread apart, and she pushed her pelvis slightly toward his warm seeking fingers. The rational part of her mind reeled wondering how she had gotten here so quickly with this man she had only just met, what fifteen minutes ago?

She started to laugh but just then the tip of his finger brushed gently across the skin covering her clitoris. She sucked in a breath and held it in eager anticipation of more. The touch was electrifying. His hands were so warm and so inviting. 

She shuddered as his lips nuzzled the skin behind her ear and pleasure raced down her nerves to pulse in her pussy. She could feel how wet she was. She could feel her pussy lips swelling with desire. Who was this man and why was he having such an effect on her?

A short while ago she had entered a piano store. It was a place she never went, but a good friend was having a birthday party, and it was suggested she pick her up a piece of sheet music for her. And so she had googled this place and strolled in unsure of herself. She heard wonderful music playing over what must be the store's speakers, and she spun around looking at all the black pianos that filled the place. Grand pianos, baby grands, uprights. 

She was surprised she knew all the types but as she turned to stare at them all she spotted a small rack of piano music over by a wall and so she wandered over. As she started to go through some of the music she noticed that the music she was hearing was coming from the room that was joined to this one through an opening. 

Curious she had peeked around the corner and was stunned to see a man playing a digital piano in the corner. This was where the music was coming from! Before she knew it her feet had carried her over to stand near the man. She first watched his hands playing over the keys. Wide hands with long fingers, meticulously manicured and gentle in their touch. She raised a hand to touch her breast bone and finally looked at the man himself. 

He was older than her, but it was hard to say just how much. He was one of those men who aged so slowly. He was startling bald, but it suited him. He had one of those heads that were just meant to be bald. He was clean shaven and well dressed in designer jeans. He was completely engrossed in his beautiful playing and hadn't yet noticed her. He wore glasses and she could see that his eyes were half closed enjoying the pleasure of playing. He was slight of build but fit.

And she wanted him.

The thought rocketed through her like a thunder clap.

She wanted this man to have her. He looked so ... so ... right. 

Brazenly she reached out and touched his shoulder. The man jumped in his seat and a discord of notes filled the room. She laughed in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "You play so beautifully, I just wanted to tell you that." She left her hand on his shoulder and opened the fingers to touch more of him. He turned slightly and smiled up at her.

"Umm, thanks?" he replied. "I don't usually do this in a place like this, you know?"

"No, I don't it's my first time in a piano store." She answered and she moved her hand on his shoulder slightly down in a tiny caress. The man's eyes fluttered and she knew she was having an effect on him.

"Heh," he laughed and he leaned back into her hand a little. "Would you like me to play something for you?" He grinned up at her in a mischievous way and she decided right then that this man would be hers for a little while at least. As she gazed down at him he shifted on the small bench he sat on and patted the seat next to him. 

"Have a seat, " he said and waited for her reply.

Before she could think she found herself moving into the seat. She glided her hand down his back until it rested in the small of his back, right above his waist. Her thigh pressed up against his and the intimacy of the moment was not lost of either of them. She watched as he placed his hands on the keyboard and started playing a soft wonderful melody. 

She sat enraptured by the music and closed her eyes. After a long moment lost in the music she suddenly realized that he had stopped playing and had placed his hand on her thigh. His fingers pressed between them and only about two inches from the top. She fluttered her eyes open and found herself staring at his deep blues, his face only inches from hers.

She didn't know what to do next. She held her breath. Her hand on his back slid slightly lower and the tips of her fingers found themselves under the waist band of his jeans. And then he leaned in slowly, he parted his lips and she parted hers. Their faces tilted slightly and then their lips met.

He kissed her so softly. His lips full warm and open to her. She felt his tongue nip out and touch her lower lip, and she responded with the same. The kiss was melting. It filled her and lifted her. A hunger started deep within her, and she found herself pressing harder against them. His tongue darted in and touched her tongue, and she was lost in it. 

The kiss had such heat and such passion. She pulled him in with her hand on his back, and she gloried when his other arm reached around her and pulled her in. His hand between her thighs caressed gently and she parted her legs a little to see what he would do. Tentatively he reached a little higher. Their kiss was now the kiss of two people starved for affection. 

His mouth was wet and warm and he tasted faintly of cinnamon. She gasped as his fingers brushed her mound and she suddenly needed to be naked with this man. She wanted him to have every part of her for whatever he desired.

Which is how they ended up in the small storage closest in the store. The store was empty she knew and wasn't worried about being caught. This man had expertly steered her here and she had grinned when he had locked the door from the inside. They had both thrown packing material on the floor to cushion them and had fallen down onto it. Their jeans were off and discarded and she lay on her back with him lying at her side looking down her body. 

His hands had slowly made it's way down her stomach to stoke the elastic of her panties and she loved every tantalisingly slow movement of those wonderful hands. He was so slow, so controlled. There was no rushing. No pressures. She knew that she came first. This man was really, really good at this.

His finger slipped down her pussy lips and she moaned at the touch. Her pussy was on fire. She could feel her pulse beating through her veins. His touch was electric. He gently caressed her lips and pressed ever so slightly into her pussy. He would tease her clit, with soft rapid touches and descend back into her folds and touch deeper. He was driving her crazy. She wanted him to plunge his fingers into her but he wouldn't do it. She needed it harder. His teasing was expert but maddening! 

She reached out and grabbed the tip of his penis where it stuck out from his underwear. It was slick with pre-cum and she desperately wanted to taste him. This was hers. She gently stroked him and he moaned in her ear. In response he plunged a finger deep into her pussy and she arched her back as the wonderful feeling of penetration enveloped her. She squeezed his cock and panted. He drew out his finger and drew circles around her clit. She could feel her pussy lips swell and part. It had to be now. She needed him inside her now.

"Condom," she managed to say and felt him nod. He released her and fumbled in the dim light for his pants and pulled out his wallet and found a condom inside. His hands were shaking and he tried to open it and failed. She laughed and grabbed it and tore it open with her teeth. "Stand," she ordered and he did on shaky legs. He stood before her and pulled his underwear down. She watched in mirth as his cock bobbed up and down in front of her. An average dick but thick and more importantly hers to play with. That made it the best cock in the world. 

She reached out and pulled it into her mouth and ran her tongue over the head loving his taste. He gasped and thrust involuntarily into her mouth. She let him and loved the feel of his powerful thrust into her mouth. She released him from her mouth and slipped the condom over the head and ran her hand down the length to push the condom all the way down. It was a tight fit -- this was a thick cock and she couldn't wait to have it inside her.

She lay back, pulled her panties off and wantonly spread her legs for him. She grinned up at him and chewed a finger nail. He slowly lay down but by moving his face between her legs and even knowing what was about to happen she almost screamed in joy when his mouth covered her pussy. His tongue swirled over her clitoris and then down to her lips and then he penetrated her with his tongue. 

She was absolutely lost in the feeling. Gently and firmly her licked her clitoris. She moaned and felt the first stirring of an orgasm flutter through her. He knew exactly where to lick and how firm and how long. She felt him sucking hard on her clitoris and expertly inserted a long finger into her pussy and slowly moved it in and out. OMG now, she thought. Do it now! 

And almost like he could read her mind her rose and started to rub the opening of her pussy with the tip of his cock. The condom added more texture and her excitement mounted. He rubbed her clitoris with his soft head and she almost sobbed with desire. She stared down and watched as he slowly slid his cock inside her. She could feel herself stretched with his girth but she welcomed it. He slid all the way in and she reveled in the glorious feeling. It was over too soon and she felt his pelvis grind into hers. She wanted that feeling of him penetrating her again and again.

He then started to slowly move in and out. So gently and so slowly. She could see his concentration. She could see that he wanted nothing more than to bang away as a younger man might. But this man was experienced, she could see that now. He was playing her so expertly -- like the piano he played before. 

He kept the pace unerringly and the minutes flew by. She could feel the wave building inside her. She matched his rhythm without trying, its movement so natural. She felt his length sliding tantalizingly out and then so welcoming back deep inside her. She squeezed her pussy around his cock and was rewarded by feeling him falter in his rhythm. Ha! She thought with glee. Who's playing whom?

She meant to laugh then. She wanted to. But then his thrusting suddenly increased in speed. She could feel his cock swelling even larger inside her. He was breathing heavily and quickly and she knew that soon he would come. This increased her own passion and her orgasm started to come closer. She was lost in the feeling of his thrusting, his breathing, his eyes boring into hers. 

This was their moment. It was coming so quickly. She saw his eyes widen and then with a loud rush of blood in her ears her orgasm hit her like a truck. It lifted her back off the ground and she reached out and pulled him down on top of her, loving the feeling of his weight pressing her into the ground and when she thought she wouldn't survive the orgasm she felt him shudder and then his cock spasmed deep inside her as he came. The spasm throwing her into yet another orgasm. He was buried as deep as he could inside her and she felt him spasm hard once, twice, and three times. Each spasm lifted her orgasm to higher heights. 

He had stopped breathing. He had his arms wrapped tightly around her cutting off her own breath but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the orgasm and the feeling of complete connection.

His orgasm lasted a surprisingly long time and she found it wonderful. Wonderful that she had such an effect on him. Wonderful that he had such an effect on her.

They relaxed and started breathing again, lost in the afterglow. She expected him to fall asleep or something but was surprised to see him smiling over at her as they lay on the ground. She smiled back.

"That was wonderful," he said simply.

"Yes," she replied. "Yes it was."



The Piano Teacher



For the last few weeks, Julie was desperately lonely. Her husband Michael was away on business four days a week for the next few months. For her there was just the repetition of work, cooking dinner, looking after the children, watching television and then bed. A monotonous and boring routine. She needed some adult company. She needed stimulation. And she needed sex. Sure they had lots while he was home. But four days was a long time to wait.

She needed something to occupy herself; something adult to do. She wandered around the house, looking for inspiration. Suddenly, it hit her, the piano! They bought it for the children, but the piano lessons never lasted. How about lessons for her? She had lessons for a few years when she was younger. She was sure she could pick it up again. It would be fun. It would give her something to do. All she needs is a teacher.

She looked through the local service directory and saw what she was after. Stephanie, Piano Teacher. Basic and advanced students. There was a mobile telephone number. She rang the number and left a message on Stephanie’s voicemail.

A couple of hours later, Stephanie rang back. Stephanie explained that she was a University student, half – way through her music degree, and she had a number of students. She tried to visit students in their own homes if possible. Julie thought that was perfect. She made arrangements for their lessons to be each Monday at five o’clock for an hour. Julie was so excited, she couldn’t wait.

LESSON ONE

Just before five and the bell rings. Julie answers the door and her breath is taken away. It was Stephanie. Wow, she’s a knockout. Tall, slim, beautiful. A long slinky dress emphasises her height; she must be l80cm. The voice is Australian but the face is Asian. That explains her slimness, but her height? In any case it’s straight to business. “Let’s get started”, Stephanie said. Julie showed the piano to Stephanie. She hadn’t used the electric ones much, and she tried it out. Pretty good she thought. Julie was amazed at her playing. If only she ever could be half as good as that…

They sat side by side on the black seat. As Stephanie took her through some basic exercises to gauge her experience, Julie had trouble concentrating. It isn’t everyday that you sit up close to a young Goddess. Stephanie is quite pleased that Julie was right, she did remember quite a bit of piano from her younger days. They tried a few simple tunes together and Stephanie marked her lesson book with the items she should practice over the next week.

Julie quickly grabbed her bag to pay for the lesson. She hands the money to Stephanie and kisses her. “My word, no-one has ever kissed me for a lesson before.”

“Same time next week?”

“Sure,” with that typical accent. Stephanie was more Australian than Julie would ever be.

Julie practiced her pieces most nights. It was good to have something to do while Michael was away. Every time she sat at the piano, she thought of Stephanie sitting beside her. It was hard to stop her mind from wandering.

LESSON TWO

Same time next Monday and Stephanie is back. Her clothes are more casual. The latest low hipsters and a short top, exposing and emphasising her flat brown tummy. The young girls have all the luck. Again it was straight to business. The lesson makes more progress; Julie’s practicing had helped. Stephanie is quite pleased. Despite this, Julie’s mind keeps drifting to what she would like to do with this beautiful girl. She would strip her, she would kiss her from head to toe, she would worship her and she would make love with her. She could feel wetness between her legs.

After the lesson was over, Julie paid her and then asked her if she wanted to stay for a cup of tea. “That would be lovely,” Stephanie replied.

They drank some tea together and talked about nothing in particular. Julie found that Stephanie was in the second year of her music degree and that she was 19.

After their tea was finished, Stephanie suggested that it was time for her to go. Julie got up, put both arms around Stephanie’s waist for a light hug and again kissed her on the lips. Stephanie said nothing, she didn’t pull away, she didn’t seem embarrassed. But it was time for her to go.

LESSON THREE

The next Monday and Julie was looking forward to her lesson all day. Just before five and the bell rings. Stephanie has arrived and she doesn’t disappoint. Toady she is dressed in a simple t-shirt and short shorts. The shorts emphasise her long legs and slim but rounded bottom. Indignantly, Julie thinks that no girl should look so perfect.

Julie feels decidedly awkward sitting close to Stephanie when she is dressed in such skimpy clothing. She can feel her skin rubbing against Stephanie’s soft legs. Accidentally, she brushes Stephanie’s thigh with her hand. No response. While Stephanie makes some notes on Julie’s lesson book, Julie rests her hand on Stephanie’s slender leg. Stephanie takes Julie’s hand and puts it back where it belongs. Oh well.

Julie offers tea and again Stephanie accepts. This time, Julie steers the subject around to Stephanie’s personal life. She was born in Australia and her parents were from Hong Kong. Her mother is Chinese and her father is European. That explains her height, Julie thought.

“That means you’re like me,” Julie suggested.

“In what way?”

“Well, my Grandmothers were African and my Grandfathers were European,” Julie clarified.

“Oh, I see. Yes, I suppose we are alike in a way.”

“Any boys in your life?”

“No, not at the moment. I had a boyfriend a year or so ago, but I don’t think either of us were ready then.”

“Any girls?”

“Definitely not!”

The tea is finished and it is time to go. Again Julie loosely hugs Stephanie and kisses her; this time the kiss lingers longer, more passionately. Stephanie doesn’t resist. Julie needs to make her move. “I would like to show you something that an 18 year old boy couldn’t”

Stephanie left Julie’s comment unanswered.

LESSON FOUR

Monday was hot. As she answered the door, Julie mused whether or not her clothes were for her benefit. In any case, Stephanie was wearing a bikini top and another pair of short shorts. Stunning was the only word that Julie could think of.

“It’s so hot and my car is not airconditioned,” Stephanie offered as an excuse.

“That’s okay,” Julie drooled.

During the lesson, Stephanie asked if Julie went to University. 

“Yes,” Julie replied.

“Did you study University level English?”

“Yes”

“Could you help me with an English Assignment, please? I like the music subjects, but the other subjects…”

Julie said she would be happy to help, but she is a bit rusty. “When do you need it by?” Julie asked.

“This week sometime,” Stephanie replied. “Now?” Stephanie asked hopefully, “I have it in the car.”

“Okay. I’ll cook dinner for all of us and we can look at it later.”

Little did Stephanie realise that this was just the thing that Julie had been hoping for. Some casual time for the two of them.

Julie put together a meal for four. Julie, Stephanie and the two children. Later they encamp to the comfort of the lounge room to start on the assignment. Julie put on some relaxing music to help with the atmosphere. They toiled away for a few hours; much cross-referencing with Stephanie’s books was required and this slowed them down quite a bit. Stephanie sold herself short, or maybe she was only interested in perfection. She had the assignment principles well under control and Julie offered very little to what she already knew.

After a couple of hours of work they were both tired and there was at least an hour to go.

“Let’s finish tomorrow,” Stephanie suggested. “My parents are in Hong Kong and you can come to my place. Are your children going to be alright at home or can they come?”

“No, they’ll be fine at home. They look after themselves”

“Good,” Stephanie was reassured.

“You know I said that I could show you something that boys couldn’t,” Julie changed the subject. “I would dearly love to.”

“I don’t know,” Stephanie sounded tentative.

“Please think about it.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it.”

Julie was unsure as to be happy or disappointed. Maybe tomorrow will hold the answer.

THE ASSIGNMENT

This time it was Julie’s turn to make an impression. Up until now she had dressed smartly but casually for the lessons. She didn’t want to overdo things. Tonight was going to be different. She found the long black dress that was both formal and casual at the same time. It fitted well, emphasising Julie’s well – toned curves. She needed something else. Ah, the gold chain Michael bought for her birthday. She found it and clasped it around her waist. Oh yes, he is clever when it comes to what suits me.

Julie arrived at Stephanie’s house just after six. Stephanie had already prepared dinner. They eat in silence. There is more than the assignment to consider tonight.

They move to Stephanie’s room and continue on the assignment for an hour or so. After re-reading the work they did the previous night, Julie is confident it is as good as it is going to get. All Stephanie needs to do is type it on the computer. Julie is satisfied that it is a job well done and Stephanie shares the view.

“Did you think about what I could show you?” Julie asks, her hands feeling sweaty with nerves.

“Yes.”

“And?”

“Yes, please show me.”

Julie stretched, “Before we start, can I use your bathroom to freshen up?”

“Sure, two doors down on the left.”

Julie switched on the light in the bathroom and it hit her. The bathroom was huge, and in the corner was a large spa bath; big enough for three people or more. She turned on the taps. With the water running, she made her way back to Stephanie. Almost breathlessly she took her hand. “Come on,” was all she said.

Stephanie was puzzled as Julie led her to the bathroom. She saw the water was running and the steam rising. Julie knew what to do. She removed the chain and placed it to one side. “Please unzip me.” Nervously Stephanie unzipped her dress. Julie kicked off her shoes and peeled away the dress. Stephanie admired her; she is cute. The black bra and g-string are very becoming. Julie grabbed the gold chain and clipped it around her waist again. “Your turn.”

Stephanie can feel her heart pounding now. She loosened her jeans removed her t-shirt. Her firm young breasts stand free in the warm air. She sits on the edge of the bath to pull her jeans away. Her briefs are plain white with her black hair is visible through the material. Julie moves up close, places one arm around Stephanie’s waist and reaches up to kiss her. Stephanie is clearly nervous; her arms hang loosely by her sides. Julie holds Stephanie’s head, bringing her closer for a kiss; a kiss for passionate lovers. Willing Stephanie to relax and enjoy the pleasure to come.

Julie quickly removed her underwear. Stephanie was a little stunned, she was perfectly hairless. Julie followed Stephanie’s eyes and smiled. Stephanie followed Julie’s lead and removed her white bikini briefs. Julie sprinkled some bath salts into the steaming water. “Let’s bathe.” She climbed into the steaming water. Stephanie tied up her long hair and followed her into the froth. “Relax darling, this is going to be fun.” Julie was beside herself with excitement.

They sat beside each other. Julie found a large soft sponge and gently soaped Stephanie’s slim body. Washing her clean, washing her tension away. Julie cupped Stephanie’s head and brought her close for a kiss, wrapping her arms around her slim body. Stephanie could feel herself relaxing. The warm water, the soap the kiss, Julie’s smooth skin pressing against her; it all felt so good. She liked the feel of Julie’s soft breasts pressed into hers. This must be what Julie meant. The boy she had been with had never felt as comfortable as this. She responded by gently hugging Julie. She could feel Julie’s curves, her arms and hands rested nicely into her waist, just above her hips and bottom. So soft, so smooth, so sexy.

Julie smiled. "Don't worry." She gently began to stroke Stephanie's breast with her hand, palming at it and then running her fingers over the hard nipples. "Doesn't that feel good?" Stephanie's breathing became harder, and she nodded her head wordlessly. "This will feel even better." Julie leaned her head down, taking Stephanie's nipple into her mouth. As her lips closed around it, Stephanie moaned and arched her back, easing her breast into Julie’s face. Julie began to gently suck, her tongue flicking across the sensitive little nub. She pulled back slightly, letting the nipple fall back before she captured it again. This went on for a couple of minutes, Julie teasing Stephanie’s nipples. All the while, Stephanie moaned softly

Stephanie looked into Julie’s eyes. "Can I touch yours?"

"Please do!"

Stephanie began to slowly stroke Julie’s breasts. Her brown nipples responded, hardening, standing out, the areolas enlarging. They're so soft, Stephanie thought, staring at them for a long time, rolling the thick nipples between her fingers. Julie gently murmured with pleasure. "Stephanie, yes.”

I can't believe I'm doing this, shaking her head in disbelief as she watched her own hands stroking the breasts of another woman. Finally, she could stand it no longer, and she leaned forward, sucking the thick, brown nipple of Julie’s breast into her mouth.

It was a perfect fit between her lips. It felt warm and soft, but solid. She rolled it gently, sucking all the while, occasionally licking it with her wet tongue. Julie began moaning, which only turned Stephanie on more, so she moved to the other nipple and did the same to it.

Julie made her move. Below the water, she ran her hand up Stephanie’s thigh. All the way up to her pussy. She used two fingers to rub her pussy lips. Stephanie shivered with the sensation, releasing Julie’s nipple and moaning slightly. Julie continued to rub, softly and gently. Stephanie wanted her to press harder. She grabbed Julie’s hand and pressed it towards herself. Julie knew she was ready.

“Darling, sit on the edge of the bath.” She climbed out of the water and did as Julie asked. Julie spread her legs and knelt between them. She started on Stephanie’s pussy with her tongue. Stephanie shivered again with the change of feeling. Julie ran her tongue up and down those gorgeous pussy lips, allowing her arousal to build. She circled her tongue and slipped it inside the tight love tunnel; soaking up the young girls juices. Drinking in her nectar with delight. Then she moved her tongue to Stephanie’s clit, pleasuring her with a nice, gentle circular motion. Stephanie felt the ecstasy start to build inside her. No, this is what Julie must have meant.

Julie took Stephanie’s clit between her lips, sucking on it. Stephanie can feel the change now. The sensation is much firmer. She isn’t going to be able to take much more of this. Still Julie continues to suck and to rub with her tongue at the same time. This is bliss; Stephanie can feel it building. It wouldn't be long. She could feel it.

"Julie...oh, I'm gonna come. Oh…yes…

Stephanie gasped as the spasms tore through her cunt; the rhythmic throbbing of pleasure. The energy discharged from her very soul and enveloped her body. She felt the total bliss of the biggest orgasm of her life. She closed her eyes and relaxed as the bliss settled on her. After a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes and saw Julie looking at her.

“Julie. I want to explore you?”

“Do you know what to do?”

“No.”

“Be careful. You can’t be too gentle.”

Julie raised herself out of the water and positioned herself on the edge of the bath, spreading her legs. Stephanie knelt and tried to repeat Julie’s moves. She kisses her pussy and gently runs her tongue around every part of it. She inserts her tongue, tasting Julie’s juices, sweet and bitter at the same time. Her clit is easy to find. She circles it with her tongue, the way Julie did. She remembers what Julie said, she goes very gently; just touching it.

“Harder darling.” Stephanie increases the pressure. Julie takes Stephanie’s head and gently presses it toward her pussy. Stephanie licks her harder again. She continues to stroke it harder and harder. Julie’s passion is building. Stephanie is getting her closer. “Oh… Stephanie.” Stephanie keeps it going, she wants to make this woman come; she wants to see what it is like. “Oh… Fuck,” Julie cries out, “Oh God yes,” as her orgasm envelops her. The waves of pleasure throb down toward her cunt. She feels her orgasmic bliss start to descend. Stephanie looks up at her smile of contentment. Julie opens her eyes with the young girl looking up at her so disarmingly. She smiles back.

Stephanie turned on the hot water as they sat in the bath beside each other for a while. They were both satisfied beyond their wildest dreams. Stephanie realised that although she had sex with her boyfriend twice; she may as well have been a virgin compared to the heights that Julie took her to. She felt so foolish. How is it that this woman knows so much and she knows so little? She is surprised when Julie whispers “I haven’t shown you anything yet.”

“What do you mean?” Stephanie is puzzled.

“I mean something that a 19 year old boy couldn’t do.”

“That wasn’t it?”

“It was, sort of. But I have a surprise for you, it will have to be at my place.”

“When?”

“Can you make it for dinner tomorrow?”

“Yes, I can be there at six.”

As the water got colder again, they both climbed out of the bath, hand in hand. They took turns in lovingly drying each other. They were teacher and pupil at piano, but they were lovers now.

THE SURPRISE

Julie knows exactly what she wants to do. She has some toys at home that she and Michael sometimes play with. But she needs something special. She calls into an adult store and quickly finds what she wants.

Stephanie arrives at six. Only Stephanie, dear Stephanie could make simple jeans and a t-shirt look so sexy. After dinner, they talk and relax for a bit. Then Julie takes her into the lounge room. It has been transformed. There is a big orange sheet on the floor and several cushions of various sizes scattered around. The room is perfumed with scented oil and there is a box with a lid in the corner. They quickly get naked, underneath her clothing Julie is wearing her gold chain again. She leaves it on, the gold glinting against her dark brown skin.

“Lie down Stephanie and let me massage you.”

Stephanie complies, laying down on two of the largest cushions. Julie uses some scented massage oil on her young body; expertly easing the tension from her muscles. She starts on her back, moves down to her soft buttocks and finishes with her long and shapely legs.

“Roll over darling.”

Julie massages Stephanie’s pert little breasts, one at a time. She then moves to her legs, gently stroking and massaging the strain away.

“Julie, can I massage you?”

Julie takes Stephanie’s place. Stephanie starts slowly, trying to copy Julie’s moves. She uses a nice firm pressure on Julie’s shoulders, she can feel the young girls massage making a difference. She moans gently in satisfaction. Stephanie feels Julie’s bottom, it is so much larger than her own and yet it is so tight. This woman is in fantastic shape, she must work out or something. Same with her legs. Her thighs are in proportion to the rest of her and again they are so firm and tight. How does she do it?

Stephanie pauses, Julie takes the opportunity to roll over. Stephanie massages her breasts and legs. But she is fascinated by Julie’s shaven pussy. She runs her fingers over the smooth skin. Her fingers explore the folds of Julie’s womanhood. Yesterday everything happened so fast she didn’t have the opportunity to take it in. Today she was going to take her time. She explores Julie’s clit. Julie murmurs with pleasure. Stephanie continues to stroke, feeling it grow beneath her fingers. Before long it is clearly larger and ready for something.




The Piano Teacher



I had always loved music, and while I had learned how from lessons to play the piano, I was not a good enough musician to earn my living by playing. Someone famous once said, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." And so I decided to become a teacher of music. After earning my teaching certificate at the state college, I accepted a job teaching music at a high school in the area. 

But I learned that it's hard to make a living just as a teacher, so I also offered my services after school hours as a piano teacher. Luckily, there was a wealthy area of our town, and many of the noveau-riche families there felt it was important for their children to take piano lessons. Thus, I had no lack of customers.

But I found that ninety percent of the young people I taught HATED the piano and HATED piano lessons. So even at $25 an hour, I was really earning my money.

One of the young people who hated piano lessons was Kathy Dalton, a pretty brunette senior at the local high school. She was about five foot six and looked a lot like the younger movie and TV actress Katie Holmes. Kathy was captain of the cheerleading squad, and she had an older brother, Justin, who worked at the local supermarket, and a much young sister, Katie.

"I hate this!" Kathy said when I arrived for her first lesson. "I would rather be doing ANYTHING than this."

"Such as?" I asked.

"Well, since both of my parents work, and my brother works from ten to five, there's usually no one here in the afternoon but me. So if I did not have to take music lessons, I probably would be fucking my boyfriend up in my bedroom." 

Since I was 35, and she had just turned eighteen, it was obvious that she was trying to shock me. "Really? And how long have you been...having sex with your boyfriend?"

"For a year. I love sex, but don't worry: We practice safe sex. My mother put me on the pill after she found out we were doing it."

"Well, instead of having sex, I guess you're going to have to learn how to play the piano—since that's what I'm being paid to teach you."

"I hate it."

"Never the less..."

And that's how the first lesson went.

The second lesson was a little different. When I arrived at her house at 3 p.m. I found that she was still wearing her cheerleader uniform. The school colors were garnet-and-gray, so her sweater was gray with a garnet "M", and her wool skirt was pleated in garnet-and-gray colors. She looked really cute.

"I just got home and haven't had time to change yet," she said. "C'mon upstairs. You can talk to me about the piano there."

I didn't know how that was going to work, since the piano was downstairs, but I followed her up and into her room. It was a typical girl's room: very flouncy with a single bed covered with stuffed animals and posters of her rock heroes on the wall.

"You can sit on the bed," she said, and I did. She went over to the closet and opened the sliding door. Then she pulled her gray sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she unzipped her skirt, let that slide to the floor, and pushed off her shoes. Now she was clad only in a white bra, white panties, and white socks. She unfastened the bra and let it drop, then she pushed her panties down until they fell to her ankles. Finally, she turned around with a smile and put her hands on top of her head. 

"How this?" she asked. She was absolutely gorgeous, with small but perfect breasts, pointy maroon nipples, and a small tuft of brunette maidenhair hair above her peach-like lips.

I could hardly speak. "You are absolutely beautiful," I said.

"Isn't this better than piano lessons?"

"I know I should say no, but I have to say yes."

She put her hands down at her sides. "So here's the deal. I told you I like sex, and I'm on the pill. If you would rather fuck than teach me how to play the piano, I would rather do that too."

I could not believe it. In all of my life, I had never met with an offer such as this.

"Well?" she asked.

"I would rather fuck," I muttered.

"Then get your clothes off."

I did as she suggested and in a short time was standing there naked. My penis was already at half mast.

"Lie on the bed," she said, "I like to be on top." 

Again, I did as she said. She climbed on the bed and straddled me.

"Would you like me to put it in?" she asked, again with that same smile.

"If you wouldn't mind."

She took it with both hands. "You're bigger than my boyfriend," she said.

"Thank you."

Despite that, she finally managed to stuff it in, then slowly sank down on it. She closed her eyes and sat there for a minute. I reached up and caressed her breasts. Then she started to slowly go up and down on it. She was apparently going to be in charge of this "lesson." After awhile, I could tell from her face getting red that she was going to have an orgasm, so I speeded up as well—and managed to come about the same time as her.

"Wow!" she said.

"Wow indeed."

She opened her eyes. "I hate to say this, but you're a better fuck than my boyfriend. I think I'm going to actually enjoy piano lessons."

"I think I am too."

II

These type of "piano lessons" continued three times a week for the next two weeks, and she added a lot of variety to the lesson. One day when she was having her period, she wanted me to come in her mouth. She sat at the piano bench and sucked me off so hard, I thought it would squirt out her ears.

Then, brother Justin came into the picture. We were just about to go up to her room when he entered the front door.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, "You're supposed to be working."

"I didn't feel good, so I came home."

"Shit."

"What's the matter?" he asked with a leer, "Did I break up your little party?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I was not feeling good on Wednesday too, so I came home a little early, around three-thirty. I knew you were supposed to be taking piano lessons at that time, but there was no one at the piano. But Mr. Baker's briefcase was beside the bench."

"So? He must have left it."

"I went up to my room, but when I passed your room, I could hear some sounds inside. It didn't take me long to figure out what those sounds were." He turned to me. "Mr. Baker, are you fucking my sister?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Whatever we're doing, it's none of your business," she said.

"Maybe not, but I'll bet mom and dad would like to know."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Duty calls, Kathy," he said with a smile. "But you could buy my silence if you wanted to."

"What do you mean?"

"If you let me watch, I won't tell anybody."

"That's disgusting. You're my brother!"

"And you're the prettiest girl in the school. But I've never seen you naked—let alone fucking. So here's my one chance."

"I think we'd better do it," I said. "It would destroy my business if your parents found out—and told other people."

She sighed and thought about it. "Okay," she finally said. "But this is just a one-time performance."

"Deal!" her brother said.

And so we all went upstairs to her room.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, turning at the closet.

"First of all, you have to take off all your clothes," her brother said.

Kathy sighed. She was wearing jeans and sneakers and a gray sweatshirt. She pushed the sneakers off and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Then she unfastened the jeans and pushed them down. Then she reached behind her, unfastened the bra and let it drop. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. Wow. No matter how many times I saw her naked, I still was thrilled at the sight.

And so was her brother. "Holy shit," he said. "You're even more beautiful than I thought you would be."

"Gee, thanks," she said sarcastically, then to me she said: "Get undressed."

I did and assumed my usual position. Kathy climbed on the bed and prepared to straddle me in the usual way. Justin pulled up a chair to the end of the bed and sat. "Face this way," he said, "So I can get a better view."

Sighing, Kathy turned around so her back was to me. But it was easy to impale herself this time, since it seemed that both of us were eager. In keeping with her style, she rode me slowly up and down. I don't know if she closed her eyes or not.

But if they were open, she would have seen that Justin had unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged member—which was even larger than mine—and began to stroke it.

"I can't stand this anymore," he said, as he climbed on the bed and stood up in front of Kathy. "Suck my cock," he said.

Then she must have opened her eyes. "I can't suck your cock," she said, "You're my brother!"

"That's why I want you to suck it." He solved the problem by pinching her nostrils together so she had to open her mouth, then he quickly shoved it in. She started to gag at the size of it and wrapped her hand around the base so she could control the depth of penetration. So there it was: one big happy family, all getting ready to cum. Justin came first, filling her mouth with his cum so that it dribbled out the sides, then she came because I could feel it, then I came deep inside of her.

I won't bore you with the details of our dismounting, but it was interesting and gooey. All three of us took a shower together afterwards.

An hour later, I was sitting in the living room of my little bachelor home and having a glass of wine when there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it. It was Justin.

"Great performance," I said, shaking his hand. "You should have been a movie actor."

"No kidding," he responded.

I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket. "Here's the twenty I promised you. I always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a beautiful girl in front of an audience—and now I know."

He laughed and handed the twenty back to me. "I'm the one who should be paying you, man. I always wondered what it would be like to have sex with my sister—and now I know."

"That was not part of the original deal," I said with a laugh. "You cheated. You were only supposed to be an audience."

"I couldn't help it, man, it was so fucking sexy!"

"Speaking of that, what would you think of actually fucking her—not just a blow job?"

"Oh man, it would be a dream come true!"

"We have four more lessons before the end. I think I can set it up." 

And I did. It was actually easier than I thought. I suggested to Kathy that we needed to buy Justin's silence for good, and that would be the only way, since he could never talk about it to anyone after he had sex with his own sister. And she agreed. It was obvious that the idea really appealed to her.

So the next and last time we got together, we reversed positions. Justin fucked the hell out of his sister, while I came in her mouth. 



The Piano Teacher



Julie sits up. “My, that was a nice massage. Come”. Stephanie knelt close to Julie, who wrapped her in her arms, holding her slim young body ever so tightly. Julie was overcome with passion and love for this sweet young girl. She held her tight like she never wanted to let her go. Stephanie held on, sensing Julie’s emotion. Julie smothered her with kisses; she had never felt this way about anyone before.

Wrapped in each others arms, they fell back on the cushions, holding each other tightly. Julie’s emotion swept through young Stephanie. Yesterday was fun, today was going to be fun. But this…? This was something else. Their tongues touched and danced against one another while Julie held this young treasure so tight to her. She was so…perfect. Her slim waist, her cute bottom. Julie rubbed and kneaded that cute, cute bottom. Slowly, Julie moved her hand lower, lower on that bottom. Her finger started to explore.

Stephanie suddenly felt it. Julies finger at her arsehole! But, oh it felt so nice. Julie heard her murmur with the tingling pleasure as Julie gently stroked her little hole. Julie gently whispered “lie on your stomach”. Stephanie complied. Julie gently nudged her hips, and she followed the lead, raising herself onto her knees. Julie knelt behind the young girl, kissing her bottom. Stephanie felt the kisses, then she felt Julie get right up close to her. Julie started to lick her arsehole! If her finger felt good, her soft wet tongue was heavenly.

Julie tried to devour Stephanie’s rosebud. She probed that little brown hole, gently easing her tongue inside. Stephanie gasped, her heart was starting to race. This isn’t what she expected… At the same time, she could feel Julie’s fingers on her clit, rubbing it just so. Julie could feel the wetness on her fingers as the sensations continued to build in young Stephanie. Stephanie had her head low on the cushion, eyes closed and savouring the moment. She could feel those sensations starting to build, the ever so familiar buzz of pleasure. Julie slipped two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy, while still probing her arsehole with her tongue. Before she could get closer, Julie moved back and asked her, “Are you ready to play?”

Uncertainly now, Stephanie nodded. Stephanie could feel her arousal, she had wanted pleasure to devour her. Warily, she watched as Julie opened the lid of the box, “What have we got here?” Julie pulled out a plastic penis attached to a leather harness. Now, this is what I told you about, my new dildo.

Stephanie felt a little embarrassed. She didn’t even know such things existed, let alone what they were called. Julie placed the dildo over her own pussy and tightened the three straps around her bottom. There she was, a sexy brown-skinned lady with a black penis to make any man envious.

Stephanie felt a little mischievous. “Is your husband built like that?”

“Not far off it my dear, not far at all.”

Stephanie’s boyfriend had been small compared to that thing. Surely Julie’s husband couldn’t be that big.

“Now my sweet, how do you want me. I think you underneath. You probably haven’t had one as big as this before.”

Stephanie rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Julie held the rubber dildo as she guided it into the young girl. Stephanie could feel it stretch her inside; it felt nice. I’m being fucked by a beautiful lady with the biggest dick I’ve seen. Julie slowly eased it in and then back out again. Stephanie could feel it inside her, and then Julie withdrawing it almost right out before plunging it back in. Slowly at first until Julie built up her rhythm. Faster and faster now, she could feel her whole insides being caressed by this monster. Faster and faster, the sensations started to build. Deeper and deeper, her insides stretched by this black penis. The slurping sounds clearly audible from her dripping wet pussy. Stephanie wrapped her legs around her lover, willing her to go deeper and deeper inside her hungry love tunnel.

“Oh God,” Stephanie cried. Julie thrust faster and faster. “Keep going, keep going.” The pleasure built up, closer and closer until it burst through her like a discharge of electricity. Julie heard her gasp with the delight, gradually slowing her thrusting and then withdrawing the dildo, shiny and slick with Stephanie’s juices. Julie ran her fingers up the shaft and sucked them into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of the young girl. Beautiful.

It took a minute or so for Stephanie to recover her breath. When she opened her eyes, she noticed Julie unbuckling the harness. 

“Can I try it?” Stephanie asked, a little tentatively.

Julie buckled the harness tight around the young girl. “Can you do the same as I did?”

Julie rolled onto her back and Stephanie knelt between Julie’s legs. Stephanie guided the firm, black dildo into her. She pushed it in all the way. Julie felt it enter and thought; it’s been a few days since I have been filled. Stephanie found that controlling this thing was harder than it looked. She never realised the effort men put into having sex. Soon she got into a natural rhythm. She leaned forward and started to stroke Julie’s clit. Julie could feel her own pleasure building. The young girl needed reassurance. “Keep it going, just like that.” Stephanie continued her steady thrusting as well as her steady rubbing of Julie’s pussy. “Just like that.”

The sensation of being fucked by a beautiful 19 year old Goddess took over. It didn’t take long for those familiar feelings to build to their peak. Closer and closer she got until she gasped out loud as her orgasm enveloped her. Stephanie stopped, leant forward and kissed Julie; deeply and passionately. The dildo was still buried inside her lover, her teacher. Slowly she withdrew it. Julie relaxed as orgasmic bliss washed over her. Stephanie lay beside her, holding onto this wonderful woman. They lay there in each others arms, two lovers spent.

THE AFTERMATH

Stephanie kept up the piano lessons. Every Monday at five. Afterwards they would have dinner together and then adjourn to the bedroom to make love. Mostly just in each others arms, sometimes playing with Julie’s toy. This went on for a about a month. Stephanie enjoyed the pleasure, enjoyed being taught the fine art of making love by such a patient teacher. Stephanie knew what Julie hinted at, girls really do know more about girls. Oddly, she is a married woman. Within a few days she and her husband will be in this very same bed, and they would be wrapped in the throes of passion. As much as she loves being with Julie, she needs to find someone her own age. Someone she can share more than an hour or two each week with.

Julie is also worried. In her mind, things are confused. Michael’s project work will soon be coming to an end. And she doubts if he would want a permanent threesome in the house. Once in a while maybe, but not every week. How can she tell Stephanie? She got her into this. She seduced her. When she tells her it’s going to hurt her so. It’s all her fault.

Over dinner, things seem strained. Both Stephanie and Julie have things on their mind. Stephanie gets there first.

“Julie, the last month has been marvellous. I knew you wanted me from the time we first met, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there with you. I’m glad you asked and I’m glad I agreed.”

Julie is a little taken aback. This sounds a bit ‘wrong’. “But Stephanie…”

“I’m sorry Julie, but I’m afraid that this will be our last lesson together. What I really need is someone my own age. Someone who I can go out with and who will only be for me.”

Julie felt hurt. Here she was feeling guilty about telling Stephanie it would be over soon, and now Stephanie was telling her! Julie knew it was the right thing, it was just the wrong way around. She took a moment to gain composure. “You’re right. You do need someone your own age. We had a great time together but now it’s time to move on.”

They finished their meal in silence. There would be no lovemaking tonight. Neither of them were in the mood. They kissed goodbye at the front door. Julie could feel the tears welling up. “Good luck Stephanie and don’t forget me.”

“As long as I live I could never forget you.”

A few weeks later Michael noticed the piano was covered, and there was a layer of dust on it. “Whatever happened to your lessons?” he asked Julie.

“Oh, I don’t think the piano suits me.”



The Piano Teacher's Daughter



The music, pounding through my body, was like a deep massage, and dancing was sweet relief after the day I'd had. It'd started stressfully and my feelings of tension had grown exponentially all day. At the crest of this avalanche of small troubles crashing in on me was my ex-wife, who was on my case about missing a payment for my son's piano lessons, which I felt really bad about already, but she couldn't seem to be convinced of my remorse even though I did end up paying the late payment and two months in advance. I figured there must be a correlation between the state of our affairs and how my beer were disappearing like rain on a Georgia highway in August. So tonight I knew I'd be sweating them out as fast as I could drink them. I'm not a bad dancer and that's funny coming from a guy as big as I am. Dancing is therapy for the soul, and the proximity to so many others sharing the experience was invigorating, sort of tribal, good for the spirit, and exactly what the doctor ordered. 

I was with some of my university rugby buddies, drinking and enjoying the view of tonight's diverse assembly of beautiful women, many of whom went to my university. Being on the team, and heavily involved in the Arts in a university town like this one, proved to be a good way for me to broaden the base of my social contacts after my divorce, so I found myself waving all night to buddies and ladies smiling and living the good life. Tonight had party written all over it, and I was in a major party mood. 

I stopped to take a drink from my beer which I'd placed on a narrow shelf that surrounds the dance floor; leaning against the brass rail that sat atop this shelf, I took in my surroundings, surveying the crowd, then my eyes met those of a lovely young lady waiting to be served at the bar. I smiled and she shyly returned my greeting. This exchange of looks and smiles soon had us laughing so I told my buddies, who were already busily chatting and dancing with some cuties who had joined our little circle, that I was going for a refill and would return shortly. I approached the line at the bar with several beer orders. The line-up was enormous with people probably waiting ten minutes for drinks, not wanting to stand around for that long, I surprised the young lady by walking up to her and giving her a big hug. She just looked up at me and smiled perplexedly. 

"Hi honey," I said loudly enough for anyone standing in line behind her to hear. "Sorry I took so long, huge line-ups in the bathroom too, thanks for holding my place, what did you say you wanted?" 

"Ahh? A teddy bear would be nice I guess." She was still smiling and looking at me questioningly which was a good thing, I knew I was flirting with a slap in the face for the uninvited hug, but she seemed to be giving me a minute to explain what the hell I was up to. I leaned in and whispered in her ear. 

"Thanks, this line is a killer, I guess I'm using you to cut in front of about 30 people, so the least I can do is buy you a drink." I smiled my winning est smile, giving her no choice but to return it, though she was still a bit leery of the stranger standing beside her. I noticed a couple guys standing behind us were eyeballing me, a bit miffed at my line cutting techniques so I launched a pre-emptive strike to avoid a hassle which would possibly turn off this lovely creature if a bar room brawl started because of me. I turned to the two fella's behind me and tapped one on the shoulder. 

"Hey, tell me what you're drinking and I'll bring it to you by the dance floor. Least I can do since you fella's have taken such good care of my lovely girlfriend." I smiled and though they were looking at me like I was crazy, they told me what they wanted and I turned my attention back to the beautiful girl who's name I didn't even know yet. She tugged my collar and pulled me in so I could hear her. 

"You're crazy, you didn't have to buy those guys a drink." 

"I wanted to ensure a pleasant night, free of hassles, and cutting in front of those guys might have caused some trouble later on tonight, and I really want our first evening to be magical." She laughed, and it was contagious. "You're obviously crazy and I'm your girlfriend apparently, so what does that make me?" She laughed charmingly. " I'm Heather, I'm pleased to finally make your acquaintance darlin'." She took a step towards the bar as the line shortened. I moved up to her and leaned in. 

"I'm Jay, sorry about all this, I'm sure it must seem a bit juvenile, but I'd imagine you'd be familiar with that sort of behaviour, your killer smile probably has this same effect on men all the time. I'm Jay by the way, and I have to say, you're looking breathtakingly beautiful tonight." She pulled back and smiled quizzically. 

"Spreading it a little thick wouldn't you say, Jay?" I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed it softly, she blushed and looked around shyly as she pulled it away. 

"You have no idea how thick I can spread it." We both laughed, and as the people in front of us moved, a space at the bar opened, we moved in. I placed my order with the keeper, "Four Bud, three Moosehead, three Alpine, and a double Teddy bear please." 

"You don't have to buy my drink, you seem to have enough people to buy for." Her giggle was melodic and enchanting. 

"I insist, a small price for the grace of your company, I'll need a hand carrying all these drinks to the dance floor though, if you don't mind." She smiled and we handed out the drinks to my buds and to the happy new friends I'd made tonight. I smiled and twirled her into my circle of friends, introductions and appraisals were made all around and just in time for a mad jam to kick us into overdrive. Happily Heather could keep up, and we were having an awesome time. Each of my buds took a turn standing in line at the bar and way too soon the Closing Time song came on with the lights and we filed off the dance floor, heading to the coat check line. Heather gave me her ticket and stepped into the ladies room while my crew waited for our coats. Ken, a good buddy of mine smiled and patted my back. 

"Damn, I don't know how you do it, she's a fox. Ask her if she has any sister's or if her ma's single." Heather rejoined us and we walked into the cold February night with our coats pulled snugly. Some how from the coat check inside to the shivering sausage vendor on the sidewalk, Heather and I were holding hands. We didn't say much as we waited for a cab, we smiled a lot and the deep questioning looks between us were lengthening. When the cab showed up Heather held me back. 

She leaned inside the van Ken had ordered and told my smiling, nodding group of friends. "We'll get the next one." I got a lot of approving looks, whistles and thumbs up. 

Heather pulled me into the next cab and we drove away from the club. "Where to?" The grizzled cabbie asked. I turned to look at Heather. 

"We'll head to my place first." She reached for my hand and pulled me to her in the back of the cab. "We'll decide if there'll be one drop or two, along the way." She smiled exposing beautiful white teeth. I leaned in, closing my eyes, my lips kissed the soft pad of Heather's forefinger. 

"Tut-tutt. Too fast buddy." I smiled, hesitantly. She was quiet for a moment, looking me over. "I know you. Did you know that" Warning bells went off in my head, I smiled through my internal stalker alarm, should I remember her, she was so beautiful, I was sure if we'd met before I couldn't possible have forgotten her.. 

"I've seen you before, at your house. I've seen your son, and.....your wife." Thunk, thunk, thunk, I could feel the spikes being hammered into the lid of this evening. I was sure my chances for action were heading six feet under quickly. "My father is a piano instructor, he teaches your son." After a night of drinks, dancing, holding hands, talk of the wife has never been a good omen for a romantic evening. 

"Aahhhhhh, your dad's a nice fellow, my son really enjoys his lessons." It was hard not to act alarmed by the way things had suddenly turned to this. My son's even teaching me a thing or two. I'm learning a classic, Hockey Night In Canada, our other national anthem." I felt this date, which is what I felt our encounter had become, would be as hard to hold onto as a greased pig. "Do you play piano?" 

"Yes, and very well thank you. Nice try, at changing the subject by the way, but about your wife and son..." I could feel myself start to sweat. I'd experienced these situations before, but never in captivity in a moving cab. She was so pretty but I could feel things slipping away. 

"OK, what would you like to know?" Why not get it out of the way. 

"I know you're divorced, I'm cool with that, but I know your son and wife, we've met before, it would be awkward if they knew I 'd been out with you, on what was a pick-up but is now feeling a bit more like a date." She looked into my eyes. "I just don't want to get caught in any trouble. Capeesh." 

"I don't kiss and tell, especially my ex-wife, I think we can get to know each other without involving everyone I know...for the time being anyway." I smiled, she returned it. Her hand was so soft in mine, she was such a beautiful woman, deep in my chest I could feel excited knots twisting, I leaned in and she moved into our kiss. Lips as soft as summer rain, her perfume was intoxicating, her skin was so delicate, so rich and flawless. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her forehead, and devoured her lips. I could feel her hands slide up my shirt, her nails drag across my stomach and chest, she pinched my nipple and twisted hard enough to make me wince. I was so seduced. Magically we were at her place, a three story apartment overlooking a pristine view of the Mall's parking lot and the liquor store, they find diamonds in dirt don't they? 

"Five fifty and by the looks of you two, I'm figurin' there'll be only one stop, eh?" The cabbie was smiling, it must be a treat to see two lovers makin' out once in a while as opposed to watching puking teenagers every night. We climbed the stairs to her place, I nervously followed her through the security doors and up the two flights of stairs to her corner apartment. Its decor was university chic, part bohemian, part modern, sort of like a fashion magazine exploded in her living room. We walked in on her roommate, a very pretty blonde in jammers watching TV and eating popcorn. She smiled as we entered and doffed our coats and scarves. 

"Hi, I'm Janna, Heather's roommate." She nodded at me, offering me some popcorn. 

"Jay." I introduced myself to the pretty roommate. "Pleased to meet you. Nice place." I added surveying the small abode. It had a joined kitchen / dining room / living room, there was the entrance and a closet on one wall and three doors on the adjacent wall. Two bedrooms and the bath I assumed. "May I use your facilities please?" I asked as I walked to the door I figured was the washroom. 

"Help yourself Jay. If you want anything to drink don't be shy, whatever's in the fridge is yours." Heather entered a corner door as I entered the one next to it, it turned out to be a study, or an office with a desk, a computer and lots of shelves, no beds. I tried the next door and found the bathroom. Closing the door I was a bit puzzled, if this is a two bedroom apartment, and two girls live here, but one room is strictly an office, where did Janna sleep? Or Heather for that matter, it couldn't possibly be the couch. I checked myself in the mirror, nothing in my teeth, eyes pretty bloodshot but not maniacal or anything. I walked back into the living room and Heather and Janna were busily chatting on the couch, both smiling with excited eyes. The chatter ceased as I entered the room and they both smiled at me. 

"I'm gonna take you up on your offer of that drink if you don't mind. Which cupboard do you keep your glasses?" I walked into the kitchen, and Heather stepped up behind me, her hand snaking around my waist as she opened a cupboard door for me, revealing the glasses. I put it on the counter as she turned me around and pulled me to her for a deep penetrating kiss. I glanced over her shoulder and my eyes met Janna's, her gaze was intense, and she didn't look away. A bit strange I thought, closing my eyes and falling into the kiss Heather was lavishing me with. We parted with a smack, both of us flushed and my gaze flicked to the bedroom door, Heather and Janna both noticed and started to laugh. My Freudian glance had not gone unnoticed, I was caught and had to laugh along. 

"Well, I'm gonna turn in Janna, we'll see you in the morning, I guess. Don't stay up too late." Heather squeezed Janna's knee as we passed and I offered a shy smile, we all knew where I was heading, I didn't really know what I was in for, but I knew what I wanted to happen and the fact that it was so obvious was awkward. Janna gave me a knowing smile in return. 

"Have a good night Jay. You guys can stay up as long as you like. Don't mind me." She smiled and watched us enter the bedroom. The bedroom was intriguing, there were two beds on opposing walls. It looked like a dorm room, the space divided in two. Janna's bed was covered with stuffed animals and cushions, Heather's was neat and tidy, a neutral comforter and the surrounding walls were partially tiled with mirrors. I had a lot of questions but I figured this would play out and I didn't want to ruin the mood, I wanted this woman very bad. I sat on the bed and Heather jumped on my lap, a leg on either side of my own, her arms draped around my neck and she kissed me deeply, her weight pushing me onto my back. She was so delicate in my arms, her wavy brown hair streaked with gold, spilling around her face in the low light of the room. With the window between the two beds we were lit fairly well by the street lamps outside, I could see her face, her eyes, and even her teeth as she slowly danced, grinding her hips into my lap. I was so hard for her, I'm sure she was feeling how excited I was. 

I grabbed the hem of her top and slowly pulled it over her head, stopping half way up her arms so I had her partially bound with her hands over her head, she wore no bra, her C cups looked exquisite, as I took a nipple into my mouth. Her breathing quickened, her gyrations on my lap became more accentuated. I finished pulling her top off and she put both hands on my shoulders and pushed off me. She stood in the centre of the room, half naked, dancing rhythmically to a song she was humming, I pulled my own shirt off and reached for her hand, she came to me, smiling slyly and dropped to her knees in front of me as I sat on her bed. She playfully nibbled at my crotch, her fingers slowly pulling my zipper down, unbuckling my belt and raking her nails over my stomach. She glowed, the light from the window outlining her smooth body, her hand slid into my boxer briefs and cupped my balls. Her nails gently ran over and around my balls, tracing lines up and down my thigh and penis. It felt so good, I ran my hand over her hair, across the back of her neck. 

She tugged at my pant legs and I lifted my ass slightly so she could slide them to the floor. I was naked with her between my legs, her nails overwhelming my skin with sensations as she ran them over and around my penis and balls. I closed my eyes as she lowered her head and took my six inch dick into her mouth. Slowly, luxuriously slow she sucked on my dick, her tongue sliding up the length as she slid her lips up and down my dick. It was the most intense blow job I'd ever had, slow and hot, her hands all over my legs and stomach, her mouth so hot and wet, I moaned freely as she patiently lavished my cock with broad tongue strokes with each thrust she made on my dick. She truly seemed to be enjoying herself, I hated to disturb her but I heard the TV turn off so I pulled her into bed with me, covering us with her fresh smelling blankets. 

"No, I don't like to be covered when I'm fucking. I need to be free to move around. If you get cold we can turn up the heat." She kicked the blankets off and we were lying there exposed on the bed when the door opened and Janna tiptoed in. 

"Hi Babe," Janna whispered, "gonna hit the sack, gotta get up early tomorrow if I'm gonna get a work out in before I go to work." She doffed her jammers and shirt and climbed under her covers wearing only panty bottoms. 

"No problem hun, sleep tight." Heather sat up and kicked off her pants and panties and flopped down on top of me. Kissing my neck and ears. Wiggling her body against mine. I was a bit disturbed by the nonchalance of these two girls. I had no problem being seen naked but this arrangement had me confused. I kept my mouth closed though and my thoughts to myself, and hugged Heather tightly, kissing her soft lips, inhaling her sweet breath. She slid down my body kissing me as she went until my dick was once again in her hot mouth, her tongue sending me into spirals of pleasure, I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips, I instantly glanced over at Janna who was snuggled under her blankets, I could see the light reflecting off her watchful eyes. I could see her blankets moving slightly in the dark. This was so strange, I watched her watch Heather give me a world class blow job and I almost lost my load. 

I grabbed Heather's waist and pulled her up my body, she whined in complaint when her lips lost their purchase on my penis, but she giggled when I spun her around so I could get my mouth on her pussy, and my dick soon found its way back into her mouth. I moaned loudly into her vagina as I deeply flicked my tongue in her sweet pussy. She squirmed on top of me, her tits rubbing my belly as we pleasured each other. I lifted my head and stole a glance at Janna, she was still watching us as we explored each other's body. Her head was propped up now by her hand and she watched freely, as her roommate's head bobbed up and down on my cock. I lifted my head and watched from the corned of my eye as I rimmed Heather, who screamed when my tongue slid around her rosebud. Janna almost fell out of her bed, she was leaning so far forward trying to see what I was doing. I smothered Heather's pussy with deep kisses and long, wide tongue strokes. 

Finally, I had to pull Heather off my dick and rolled her over on her back. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and slid my dick into her fantastically tight pussy, one smooth thrust to the hilt and the moan Heather let slide from her lips filled the room. We were past the point of politely being quiet I guess and Janna was watching us openly, not trying to be stealthy or hide the fact that she was playing with her pussy. I had a nice long slow rhythm going, my dick making a slight popping sound as I pulled pretty much all the way out of Heather with each stroke and driving deeply into her with each thrust. I had my hands on the bed on either side of Heather's hips, my arms partially supporting her as she raised her pussy to meet my thrusts. I hugged her legs closely with my arms, helping to raise her ass so I could penetrate as deeply as I could. Her moans, though sweet sounding as spring rain, were turning into grunts as I picked up the tempo, driving into her more forcefully, she was pinching her nipples hard, biting her bottom lip and writhing all over the bed. I was in heaven, she was so delicately structured, her body was perfection to me, and I was drunk on the heady aroma of her vagina, I was close to cummin' and I let her know. 

"Oh fuck, Heather, I'm gonna cum, oh this feels so good, I just can't hold on much longer." I was fucking her hard and deep, my hips slapping her ass, bouncing her off her bed, I turned to look at Janna and she had her blankets off and her legs draped over the bed as she rubbed furiously at her clitoris. The look in her eyes said she was close to cumming also. I clenched my teeth, fighting off the pressure in my balls, my abs burning from the steady thrusting. When I heard Janna gasp and hiss as she reached climax I couldn't control myself any longer and I came deeply in Heather, who was still grinding her pussy against my spasming dick. I pumped as long as I was hard then pulled out. Heather looked at Janna and started laughing. 




The Piano Teacher's Daughter



"Fuck. I was so close and you two weren't even in the same bed and you cum at the same time." I leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the wet softness of her lips, sweat rolling down the side of my face and chest. 

"I'd say sorry, but I always do better when I cum first, quickly and go again. I'm released from selfishness, and can concentrate on pleasuring you properly." I ran my tongue around her nipple and Heather grabbed a handful of hair and crushed my lips over her firm breast. 

"Don't worry, you weren't about to get away. I still have an itch I need scratched." She looked over at Janna, who was lying on her bed, head propped up by a pillow, casually watching me suck on Heather's tits. "How you doing Babe? Sounded like you were doin' all right." 

"Fuck, that was so sexy. I had such a good orgasm." She rolled onto her side, her head propped up on her hand, and her other still casually fingering her pussy. Janna had an awesome figure, her tits were slightly larger than Heather's, probably almost a D cup. Her nipples, about the size of a loony, were nice and hard after just cumming along side me. She kept her pubs nicely trimmed, with what looked like an yellow downy arrow pointing down to her glistening slit. Her legs were shining in the cool light from the juices of her orgasm. 

"Glad to hear it babe. It was pretty sexy wasn't it." Heather was rubbing my chest, her legs draped over my lap as I fingered her pussy. 

"Jay has the nicest ass. It looks so cool when he's fucking you like that." She smiled at me, an arousing smile, from a beautiful woman laying naked about ten feet away, casually playing with a juicy pussy, while I finger her equally beautiful roommate. I could feel my dick start to twitch to life as I listened to the girls talking as though this was the most innocent and common place occurrence. 

"I have to ask, not that I mind, but am I missing something here?" I looked at Heather, on her back, her soft hair spilling across her pillow, casually playing with her nipple, completely comfortable having a conversation with her naked, satisfied friend with a naked man, a stranger for all intents and purposes, fingering her pussy. 

"Oh. Well, Janna here is a virgin. She's engaged to this stud, but has vowed not to have sex until her wedding night. Isn't that so cool, I wish I was able to do it. It'd be a nice thing to be able to say, "I waited for the right guy," as opposed to, "I lost mine while I was drunk, to some hockey player at a shitty party. Some asshole who shared me with his friend even after I puked all over my clothes on the floor." 

"Wow that sucks, but I know what you mean. It would be nice, but I'm perfectly happy now, I wouldn't trade tonight for anything I can think of." I leaned over and kissed Heather's lovely stomach. 

"Oh, isn't he just a sweetie. If I wasn't a virgin, I'd fuck his brains out myself." Janna smiled as she sat up on the edge of her bed. "If that's what I have to look forward to, I can hardly wait. I'm so horny, I'm fuckin' going insane. Just three more months, just three more months." 

"Hold in there girl, You can do it." Heather offered some encouragement to her frustrated friend. "You waited this long, in a few months you can have all the dick you want." Heather turned her gaze to me. "By the feel of things, you may be almost ready to go again, I hope." 

Indeed my dick was rising from the dead. "How can I not be turned on with two very beautiful, if not crazy, girls within arm's reach." I slid down the bed a bit and lowered my mouth to Heather's pussy, the silky brown hair tickling my nose. Heather moaned and grabbed a handful of my hair as I ran long wide strokes up her slit with my tongue. I pulled away. "Hey Janna? You ready to go again?" I looked over at Janna leaning over watching us, her chin cupped in her two hands, her elbows rested on her knees. She looked at me, with a questioning look in her eyes, then she looked at Heather. 

"I'm so sensitive though, when I touch myself." She had that, someone hold me back, look in her eyes though. I could see the looks between her and Heather who was smiling while trying to pull my head back down to her pussy. 

"Well, you'll need to whip that little devil into shape for your wedding night, you don't want to wimp out when the moment comes do you?" I smiled mischievously as I bent and gave Heather a quick lick. "Tell you what, why don't you slid over here so you can get a better look at what's going on, you know for research purposes." I smiled coaxingly and she was bouncing on the edge of her bed. 

"She isn't gonna fuck you Jay, she's saving herself for her man." Heather looked at Janna and smiled. "And I'm not into any crazy stuff, you know, between girls, so you can toss that fantasy right out the window." 

"I know, I'm just saying, if you want a better look, feel free, I won't lay a finger on you, and I don't expect you ladies to do anything that you're not comfortable with, after all, if it ain't fun, it ain't worth doin'. I'd just like a closer look at Janna playing with that sexy pussy and maybe it'll help her on her wedding night, it'll be our gift to her husband, without him even knowing. 

"Sure, I don't care really just as long as you get busy, I'm so horny right now, and you guys are stalling." 

With that, I went to work on Heather's pussy, burying my lips and the nub of my nose in her vagina, loving every moment of this, I love to give head to a lady, it make me feel good hearing how I'm pleasing her. I ran my hands up her sides, caressing her baby soft skin, rubbing my cheeks against the inside of her thighs, her legs were draped over my shoulders so I could get right to the point. I felt the bed move a bit and looked up to see Janna slide in close to us to watch me tongue fuck Heather's beautiful pussy. Heather's moans turned to slight cries each time I took her clitoris in between my lips, sucking lightly on the little appendage. 

"Oh, God, Jay, I need that dick in my pussy, now, don't make me beg." Heather was squirming around on her back, the need for a good fuck was apparent and I always deliver. I slid up her body, kissing a trail across her navel, around her breasts, up her neck to her ears and finally over to her mouth, my tongue sliding between her lips as my dick slid into her grasping pussy. I slid her over a bit to give Janna room to stretch out beside us before I got busy. I pumped into her like this for several strokes, she was getting worked up, wrapping her legs around my ass, trying to pull me in harder, her nails occasionally scratching across my back sending burning jolts right to my balls, I really loved the feel of nails across the back, it turned me on so bad. 

I leaned over and smiled at Janna, she had a faraway look in her eyes as she watched my dick slid in and out of Heather's pussy. I knew it had to be sexy to her, the look of a tight pussy, being stretched by a hard dick all wet and shiny in the diffuse light. I gently touched Janna's hand, lifting it slowly to my lips and sucking softly on the fingers that had brought her to her first orgasm. She looked me in the eye and wiggled her finger in my mouth, pulling it out and running it around my lips, the look in her eyes as she stared into mine spoke of considerable battles with will and restraint, but appreciation for my own restraint. She pulled her hand from mine and returned her fingers to her needy vagina. A little whimper escaping from her lips. 

I repositioned myself atop of Heather, pulling her legs together while still thrusting into her hot body. I placed my legs on the outside of her legs and slid a bit higher so I would be grazing her clitoris with each thrust, keeping my rhythm steady and deep, giving her something she could count on. Our sweating bellies were making a slight sucking sound as we moved together. I ground into her deeply and after about fifteen minutes her breathing started to flutter, and her moans grew louder. I looked over at Janna and she intently watched the looks on her friends face as she gradually reached her orgasm. I leaned in to kiss Heather as she stepped over the edge and the force of her orgasm let me know just how strong she was, she was lifting my body off her as she squirmed under my 210 pound frame, she looked so tiny, only about 5 foot 6 under my 6 foot body, but she was a tough little cookie. 

"OH, Jay, yes, yes, oh, oh, I'm cumming, fuck, yeah, oh Jay, I'm there, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ughnnnn, ughnnnnn, fuck my pussy, oh God, it feels so good, Jay, Jay, Jay, fuck me. Oh, Janna, this feels so gooooood. Oh, you're gonna love this. Jay's dick is stretching my tight little pussy and filling me up so good. Oh. Fuck yeah." Her nails were leaving scratches that I knew would remind me of this night for at least a week, though it was already a night I knew I'd never forget. 

I lifted myself off her and told her to roll onto her stomach. She hesitated for a second then rolled over. I slid into her pussy again and drove deeply into her, hitting places that I knew had to feel good. I closed her legs again, positioning myself again with my legs on the outside of her legs as I thrust into her still sensitive pussy. 

"Now, Janna, this I think you're gonna find interesting. From this angle, I can hit her G spot, and my dick is swishing around all over the place inside her. On top of that, I get to feel my hips slapping into her gorgeous ass, something that drives me wild." I studied Janna'a face as she studied what I was doing to her roommate. "How does this feel Heather?" 

The deep grunts that burst from Heather's lips as I pounded deeply into her were her only reply. I drove hard against her ass cheeks, my balls sliding between her sweaty thighs with each stroke. With my hands on either side of her hips I raised myself up to arm's length and picked up my rhythm considerably, pounding Heather's delicate frame, bouncing her slight body off the bed with each thrust and her grunts were wild and insane, almost like restrained howls. I fucked her hard and steady for about ten minutes, with her fingernails making little holes in her sheets as she spoke incoherently in deep grunts. Janna was furiously rubbing her pretty blonde pussy, her hand covered with her juices, her eyes glassy as she watched my huge body crash down on her small friend, who always looked so delicate like a little bird. She wasn't singing like any bird she's ever heard though. Sweat glistened on her back, and all the muscles in her back were rippling as she tried to brace herself against my steady thrusts. 

I pulled out of Heather and sat on my haunches as I told her to roll onto her back. She drunkenly did as I asked, her hair clinging to her shiny face. The look in her eyes asked. what now. She ran her hand across her forehead as she flopped onto her back. I took her legs and placed them high on my shoulders. I grabbed her gently but firmly above the elbows for support for this part of the evening. I was all warmed up, I'd cum early so I was good to go for a while so I knew she was in for a ride. Janna was close for this, I could feel her legs against mine, the pressure of her right breast against my left arm, the sweet warm breath on my shoulder as she leaned in to watch what I was doing. I might have lost it then, with her so close, her hot, sweat covered body so close, so untouchable, so off limits, so tentatively restrained. I may have broken her will momentarily if I'd just reached out to touch her now, but I held myself in check, it was actually cool that someone still had a bit of a romantic soul, and I didn't want to fuck with another man's happiness. 

I started pumping into Heather, a slow, deep, thumping thrusts that shook the bed and the night stand that stood beside the bed which was covered with her pictures and small dolls. I slowly picked up speed, and soon I was driving into Heather, hard and fast, my hips slapping loudly against her perfect ass, both of us covered in sweat were now in a good rhythm. She was mumbling incoherently, every now and again saying that she was going to pass out, or that her toes were numb. I'm a steady able fellow when I need to be, so to fuck like this, hard and deep, for any length of time, I need to concentrate very hard on my breathing, so my abs won't cramp up and fuck up my timing. Nothing hurts both parties as much as a mis'stroke and an unexpected entry in an unprepared asshole. I've accidentally made ladies scream by loosing my concentration and drilling into their tight little rosebuds, and almost ripping off my foreskin in the process, or bending my pole in half, which is mind numbingly painful. 

Janna was pressed against my body, I could feel her heat on my side, her heaving breast against my arm, her sweaty face pressed tightly against my shoulder, and her hand wedged between my leg and her pussy as she seriously humped my leg. Her cries in my ear, and those of Heather as she neared another orgasm were overwhelming my considerable concentration and I could feel the pressure in my balls growing. I was burning up, my stomach was screaming, my lungs were on fire as I continued to fuck my beautiful Heather into a sobbing tangle of overloaded nerves. Her nails were digging into my arms, leaving deep impressions, her cries were filling the room loudly enough so that those apartments that bordered hers could easily hear her wailing as her orgasm crested over her, I continued to pound into her as she thrashed about on the bed, and I was grunting now as I felt my second orgasm approach. 

I was close and holding on as good as I could when Janna went over the edge and started to cum. Her teeth bit into my shoulder and for a brief instant she was hugging me tightly as I too started to cum in Heather, my dick spasming in Heather's tight pussy and Janna's hands on my back and ass, her teeth biting painfully into my shoulder as she tried to quiet her cries as she reached her orgasm with me. 

Out of breath, I collapsed, falling between the two girls, pulling Janna onto of me as I fell, my dick still pumping cum and in the sweaty confusion Janna's lips met mine, her tongue snaking into my mouth, her nails leaving burning marks on my shoulders. I broke the kiss and pulled her up so I could suck on her tits. She leaned back in the heat of the moment, pulling me to her and I buried my face between the two slippery breasts, licking the saltiness from her, kissing as much of her as I could and before either of us I knew it, I had my face buried between her legs, my tongue probing deeply into her virgin pussy, her cum all over my face, her smooth legs on the side of cheeks so unbelievably soft, till she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up on the bed. 

"No, no, oh God, I want to, I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me like that so bad, but, but, oh my God, Brad, I love him and I can't." She had her hands all over my body, cupping my balls, stroking my still hard dick, trying to calm myself, I slid up to a sitting position with my back against the back board as I tried to catch my breath, but in a quick movement Janna leaned over me and slid her soft lips over the head of my dick. I let my head fall back and I closed my eyes as she sucked the last few pumps of cum out of my aching balls, her tongue on my dick was incredible. I was enjoying it so much, I didn't notice Heather move up beside me. She placed her hands on either side of my face, leaning in to give me the tender est kiss I've ever had. 

"That was so good. I don't know how you can go like that for so long." Heather looked down at her friend sucking leisurely on my dick and patted Janna's head tenderly. "You don't know how bad she needed this, poor girl. I've never met anyone so tense, so frustrated. I know she wishes she had been married like six months ago, the waiting is killing her. We had an arrangement, whenever I had company she would watch us and get herself off, I didn't mind, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist I guess, and she is my best friend." Heather lay against me, body melding into mine, so nicely, like that last puzzle piece on the table, we fit. Janna was sucking on my balls, her tongue sliding lightly over my sensitive scrotum. I pulled her up to me, giving her a soft kiss, and pulling her into my arms. We all fell asleep like that, cozy and content. 

That was months ago. Heather and I are now an item, we're like Siamese twins, joined at the hip. We're so happy, several of my friends have called us sickening, and I think that's just great. Janna's married, I've met Brad, a real nice guy, and fuckin' lucky too, she keeps that fella pretty busy, she has a lot of catching up to do. Nothing has happened like that again, I've been sworn to secrecy about Janna's little break down in the room, but she knew better than to ask me to forget it, because like me and Heather, she knows damn well, she'll never forget it either. 



The Piano Tuner



Trey had always been the touchy-feely type. Whether you were man or woman, his way of greeting you was to throw his long arms around you and give you a big hug. Of course, if you were the attractive wife of one of his friends, he took the touchy-feely thing to a whole different level...

Now Trey stood with me at the entrance to my kitchen with his left arm slung around my shoulders. We were both the same height, and the same slender build, but I couldn't help feel Trey's affectionate arm was designed to make me feel smaller. At any rate, it made me feel uncomfortable. Karla stood at the stove tossing fresh-cut potatoes in olive oil and rosemary in one of her designer skillets. Karla was my wife. But more importantly she was Trey's lover. The two of them had been openly cuckolding me for the better part of a year now. There was nothing underhand about it. They did it right in front of me, right out in the open. Funny thing was, I don't think Karla even LIKED Trey. Except, that is, when he was in bed with her.

So, darling, Trey said to my wife, next weekend I'm accompanying your old man here, giving me a sideways hug, to the races.

Karla's spatula went still. She blinked insolently. WHY? she asked in disbelief.

It's our five-year anniversary. We go to the races together every five years.

It was true. Whether by design or accident this would be the third time in ten years he spent the weekend with me at the big spring race. The first time had been ten years ago; then he'd accompanied me again five years later. Trey didn't like auto racing. It was just something he chose to do every so often. Like clockwork.

I don't get it. Why do you want to go with him, pointing with her oily spatula, when you could be here with me? We could have the house to ourselves for the whole weekend. Without him around.

(Great how my wife chose to speak about me as if I wasn't even in the room, let alone standing less than five feet away.)

Trey left me behind for my easily insulted wife. As was his wont, he pressed his body against hers from behind. He bent over and either pecked or nibbled the base of her neck. It's only for a couple of days, sweetheart, he said. I can spend the night with you Thursday night then we'll be back Sunday morning. He looked at me. Right, old man?

It was true. Trey was nearly ten years my junior. But his tendency to address me as Old Man—another of his passive-aggressive put-downs—drove me crazy. I nodded, latently.

See? Then we can play all day Sunday. Or...

I watched Trey's hands fall to Karla's hips. From there they rose to her aproned breasts, which he proceeded to knead like pizza dough. This, too, drove me crazy. But in a different way. The snake in my briefs was uncoiling, and growing stiff.

Or, Trey continued, we could go upstairs right now.

Despite the affection, Karla's body remained rigid. She tried to shake him off.

Stop it! I'm cooking...

So? Turn the stove off. It'll keep.

Karla sighed, heavily. You drive me wild, you know that? Don't you ever get enough?

Never.

Karla looked at me. Actually she glanced at the visible swell in my pants, then looked me in the face. Can you stand here and stir these? Don't let them overcook. The chicken's in the oven...

That's all the instruction I got as Trey whisked Karla past and up the stairs they went. I picked her discarded apron up and draped it over one of the bar stools. Then I thought about the sizzling olive oil and decided to don it myself.

Typical, I thought. Here I am in a woman's apron, standing at the stove, while my wife and one of my oldest friends go at it like horny rabbits in the upstairs bedroom. I turned on Sportscenter to drown out the love cries. I'd been privy to enough of those the past year. Once an incredible turn-on, now, frankly, I found listening to them a bore. Usually, anyway.

By the time Karla came back downstairs, her otherwise naked body wrapped in a silk kimono, the potatoes, transferred to a ceramic bowl, had gone cold. Oh, and they were creamed potatoes now.

*

I arrived home from work about half an hour early the following Thursday. Trey's blue Toyota truck was parked off to the side in the driveway; Karla's Camry was parked in the middle. I pulled in behind it. I got the beginnings of a hard on expecting to find them upstairs in bed. But instead they were hanging out in the kitchen. Karla cooking away at the stove, as usual, while Trey watched from one of the barstools.

Margarita time! Karla exulted, as I made my entrance. I walked over, gave my wife's firm ass a caress, and kissed her offered left cheek. No lips anymore.

Based on Karla's big smile—and the fact that she was naked inside a kimono again—and Trey's rather muted demeanor on the stool, I guessed they'd finished having sex about a half hour ago. I would have loved to have rotated my wife's thickish body from the stove, untied her kimono and gotten down on my knees and licked her funky vagina, but that was no more permitted these days than kissing on the lips. Instead I manned the blender. There was still one way I could satisfy my over-sexed wife, and that was with my famous papaya margaritas.

After a drunken dinner, and after I'd loaded all the dishes in the dishwasher, I bade the two lovebirds goodnight. I'm beat, I said. Which was true. But in reality I longed for the dark privacy of the guest bedroom, where I could stroke myself in a leisurely fashion to fast-flowing images of Karla and my friend going at in bed. My bed...

When I reached the base of the stairs, Trey called out: Hey, old man. What time are we leaving in the morning?

Six o'clock.

Ugh, he moaned, from the diningroom.

We rise and shine at five.

That's brutal, man. I was a morning person; Trey the opposite.

That's how I roll, man, ascending the stairs. If he didn't like it he could stay behind. With Karla. I was leaving at six.

We left at 6:35. I was pissed. The alarm went off at five and I rose excitedly, and treaded down the hall to the master bedroom, and its closed door. I knocked gently before opening it. After my eyes adjusted to the darkness I discovered Karla lying on her left side with Trey's arm wrapped around her. I wondered if they'd had sex again last night after coming upstairs. Probably. According to Karla, in one of her candid moments, Trey was indefatigable. A veritable sperm-bank on two legs. He was also known to pop a herbal viagra he bought at the healthfood store. He was lucky. If I took that crap I'd get code-10 migraine.

Psst.

No response. Heavy breathing.

Psst!

Karla stirred. Made a wordless sound of annoyance. Trey finally rose up.

Hunh?

Time to get up.

Really? Whuh time it...?

Few minutes after five.

Fuck! his head hitting the pillow again.

I closed the door. Went downstairs to the guest bathroom—our daughter Brittany's former bathroom, when she still lived at home—and showered. I'd laid clothes out clothes out on Britt's former bed along with my backpack full of camera equipment, clothing and protein bars. I made coffee. I waited.

Waited for the sound of the shower to come on in the master bedroom. It finally did around 5:30. And lasted a good half hour. Trey was notorious for his long showers. Even after sex he would jump in the shower for twenty or thirty minutes. Clean freak. It drove Karla crazy.

Ditto me this impatient, Expresso-fueled morning. Trey descended sleepily about a half hour later. I was beside myself.

Fuck, man, let's go!

I'm ready. Oh wait, turning back, I forgot my...

Something about a backpack.

He wanted to stop at a 7-11 for coffee, which killed another ten minutes. But after that, spiked by the hot rubber-tasting cup of Columbian, he went from near-somnolent to manic. He wouldn't stop talking. About technical details of piano-tuning, which was his business. Like I gave a crap.

We arrived at the track around 8:30, about a half hour later than I would have liked. We spent the morning wandering around the large open paddock. I was in my element—race cars, mechanics, famous drivers—but Trey, cameraless, walked around hands in his pockets, looking bored. Tough shit, I thought. You're the one who wanted to come...

Around midday Trey the piano-tuner complained about the noise of the engines vis-à-vis his delicate eardrums. We stopped at a paddock kiosk where Trey shelled out 80 bucks for a pair of custom-fitted, audiologist-approved earplugs. While he sat for his fitting I went and had a beer and a greasy burger at a foodstand on wheels. Then I had a second beer. My legs were tired. We must've walked ten miles that morning, just in the confines of the paddock.

Then at about 1 pm a predicted cold front rolled in from the north, fronted by a nasty storm. Grey-black clouds swelled overhead, the wind picked up and sideways rain started pelting down in buckets. Trey and I retreated to a covered area behind the pits. It wasn't ideal but it was better than nothing.

Does it do this every year? Trey shouted, new earplugs still in place. It occurred to me I'd only seen a storm blow through like this once before. And, curiously enough, that had been the time Trey accompanied me ten years earlier.

No! I shouted back, over the rain and thunder. Normally it's like a 85 degrees and sunny!

As we sat alone on the relatively dry concrete, dodging rain drips and pooling water, Trey asked the million-dollar question. Ever the blunt one with his words, I couldn't help wondering why it had taken him this long.

Hey man, how come you let me fuck your wife? Most guys...

Actually that wasn't true. The implied, second-half of his observation. I'd once read a survey that showed that guys' number one sexual fantasy was watching their wives or girlfriends get fucked by another man. It even outpointed lesbian sex, which was saying something.

Yeah but that's, like, fantasy, man, Trey replied, after hearing me out. This is like...real. I fuck your wife in your own bed. I fuck her right in front of you. I remember the first time I felt her up. You were standing right there. You'd walked in the room. I thought...uh-oh. My friend's gonna be pissed. But you...you didn't say a word. A week later I think it was, I fucked her for the first time. I said to Karla, Hey, babe, if he doesn't mind why should you? Just curious, man. It's kinda weird. And awkward sometimes. But mainly I'm just curious.

I shrugged. How could I explain, in 25 words or less, or even 25 hundred, the psychology of the cuckold. Or as they like to call them...lifestyle cuckolds. Not that I knew what that psychology was. My shrink had certainly never been able to explain it to me, at $200 an hour. Something to do with my mother? And her relationship with my step-father? Something in my nature? An implicit bisexuality? Was I living my dream through my wife Karla? Was she my surrogate? Was I the one who secretly longed to be Trey's woman, in a manner of speaking?

Like I say, I shrugged.

Not that I mind, old man. I love fucking your wife. She's great in bed, as you probably know. I real animal. Too bad she's not a little younger, but...

On this note I decided to point out the rain was starting to let up. A little. It was now just a steady, vertical downpour. 

Want to make a run for it? I asked.

Let's do it. I'm freezing.

It took us the better part of ten minutes to cross the bridge from the paddock and reach my truck. We were soaking wet by then, needless to say. But inside the truck I could at least fire the heater up.

Since the track was in the middle of nowhere the closest I could book a room was in a buttfuck town about 30 minutes due north. To my relief, as I barreled up the highway at 80 miles per hour, Trey didn't resume the cuckold questions. For one thing he was too busy removing his shoes and socks and holding his smelly wet feet up to the heater vents.

Fuck, he said. The temperature must've dropped at least twenty degrees!

Once at the motel, and in our freezing room (the AC was blasting cold air) I asked Trey if he minded if I showered first. I was freezing. I didn't want to have to wait through another of his 30 minute showers.

Sure, go ahead, man. I just wanna get out of these wet clothes first. And fire the fucking heater up!

After a hot shower I pulled on fresh, dry clothes. Had I been alone I would've donned a pair of my daughter's lacy, microfiber panties. The ones she'd accidentally (on purpose?) left behind after moving into her own apartment. We wore the same size panty needless to say. One size smaller than her mother's. And given the cool temperatures I probably would've pulled on over them a pair of sheer-to-waist nude pantyhose. The Queen 2 size I secretly bought online from No Nonsense. God I loved the yummy feel of pantyhose on my shaved legs! Too bad more women didn't wear them anymore. The bare-legged fashion had robbed me of one of my favorite visual pleasures.

But with Trey around I pulled on plain old white Jockey briefs, black drawstring pants and a black, silkscreened Flying Lizard teeshirt. It was one of the race teams.

I emerged to a warmer motel room. Trey entered the bathroom wearing nothing but dark blue bikini briefs. His lump in the front and his narrow ass looking sexy in the back. Is this what he usually wore for my wife?

Thirty minutes later—this guy was unreal!—Trey emerged from the steamy bathroom wearing nothing but the towel he was rubbing his dark head of hair with. His engorged penis pointed the way. It was at three o'clock.

But by the time he worked his way around to the strip of dirty carpeting between the beds, head still under the towel, facing me, it had risen to two o'clock.

I swallowed.

I swallowed. I mean it wasn't like I'd never seen his cock before. Hell, I'd seen it buried in my wife's vagina dozens of times. I'd even seen it inside my daughter once. That was the famous time, since known as the Incestuous Foursome, that I'd arrived home early from work one day only to find Karla and Britt on their hands and knees upstairs in the guest bedroom—presently my bedroom—while Trey took turns with them. Invited to join in, I undressed and Trey and I took turns fucking the two women. The way it ended up, like a game of musical chairs, Trey finished in my wife while I, I, hard to comprehend at the time, shot my premature load in my own adult daughter. It was the first time I'd had (Britt hated the word committed) had incest with her. But it would prove not to be the last.

Trey's cock, nested in dark pubic hair, was no thicker than mine. But it was longer. And stiffer. And it arced upward slightly. A beautiful curve.

Like some kind of automaton, without a word being spoken between us, I rotated into the sitting position on the edge of my bed. Now Trey's cock, which bobbed on delay with each beat of his heart, was only inches from my face.

I opened my mouth. Leaned forward. I took him inside. His stiff cock was so shower-fresh it was practically moist. It was delicious. I dropped to my knees between the beds. Trey tossed the wet towel aside. I grasped the base of his cock with my left hand, up against his coarse black pubic hair, and cupped his shaved balls in my right. I fondled them as I sucked.

They were twice the size of mine, nearly. Was this his secret? His neverending ability to get hard again and fuck anything—anybody—within reach? Was it his big balls?

You do that so well..., he finally purred. Better than your wife. She doesn't do my balls like that...

I alternated between fondling his testicles and reaching my free hand behind and caressing his taut, tight little buttcheeks. His ass was narrower than mine. And firmer.

I knew you loved to suck cock. Your wife knows it too. She told me you—Watch the teeth!

I came up for air. Sorry, I said, wiping my mouth.

She knows you're a queer, he said. As I thought to myself, gagging on his length, If I'm queer what does that make you? You're the guy who wanted a blowjob from another man!

I'd fuck your face, he said, moments later, placing a restraining hand on either side of my head, but I want to cum in your ass. Just like I do in your fat-ass wife.

She's not fat, I thought, wiping my mouth again as he pulled out of it. A little middle-aged thick, yes. But not fat. And why are you demeaning her if you love to fuck her so much, I wondered...

Pull those pants down, he said. Get on the bed on your hands and knees.

He was walking away. He looked back. You wearing panties? he asked. Karla says you like to wear women's panties. She says she walked in on you one day in the guest bedroom and you were—

Not today, I said.

Too bad, Trey said, at his most imperious. Bull to cuckold. And soon to be his bottom. I'd love to fuck you in panties, you fuck.

He'd returned from his backpack with a tube of K-Y jelly. Now he worked two lubed fingers ungently inside my asshole. It would not be the first time (or the last) that I'd bottomed for another man. After all, Karla traveled on business a lot. But in prior instances I'd had the luxury of being able to open myself up with a dildo in the shower. That way, when my Craigslist lover penetrated me, I was ready for him, and it was mostly painless. I'd had beercan-thick penises penetrate me before, and it was no sweat. Well, almost none.

But now my friend Trey was about to take me cold.

His lubed head found socket with my asshole and he pushed in. A few inches. Fine. Wonderful. He pushed deeper, maybe halfway in, and I let out a cry of pain.

You OK?

Give me a second.

He patted my right buttcheek. OK, baby?

Baby? He pushed deeper. Another cry. Another pause. Then, in one thrust, he pushed in all the way. As I cried out I could feel his coarse pubic hair against my crack. I threw an arm back as plea: Give me a minute. Please!

He pulled back, nearly to his head, then pushed back in in stages. The pain was less so this time. By his fourth or fifth thrust the pain—all but that caused by the last few centimeters, which felt like his cock was in my throat, or buried deep in some uninhabitable region of my gut—had ceased. I pulled a pillow over, crossed my arms on it and buried my face in my arms. It was pure pleasure now, almost, and with each deep thrust I let out a corresponding moan: Oh!

I was being fucked by my wife's horny lover and the realization of this, coupled with the sheer visceral pleasure of the act, threatened to blow my mind. No, literally. I felt like my head was about to explode.

He bragged that he would fuck me for thirty minutes but I think it was much briefer than that. Though I wasn't counting the minutes. I just remember his pinched hands squeezing my ass as the fucking accelerated to an insane pace and he screamed so loud I wondered—embarrassingly—if the entire motel would hear his orgasm.

At any rate he pulled out, quickly going limp, or half-limp anyway. His big-balled load deposited in me. He gave my right buttock a pat.

Hot, was all he said. Before quickly retreating to the bathroom. For another 30 minute shower.

I got off the bed, asshole tight again, his deposit sealed deep inside me, and got dressed. 

There weren't many choices for dinner. We walked to a sports bar across the street. As I sat on a bar stool, drinking my lite beer and eating my wings, I could feel the seat of my panties—my Jockeys—going squirmy with lubricant. And perhaps—perhaps—even a few leaked drips of my lover's—and my wife's lover's—semen. I felt yummy inside.

*

Race day. I decided to give Trey a break. We didn't leave the motel until nearly 7:30. Morning warm-up was underway when we arrived at the track. The race started at 10:15. For the first time all weekend, aside from when we were having sex, Trey broke out in a big grin. We were doing the "pit walk" prior to the start of the race. I photographed him among the crowd multiple times. I wondered what the assembled multitudes would think if I yelled out, as I wanted to, This guy fucked me up the ass yesterday. It was WONDERFUL!




The Piano Tuner



We watched the start of the race from the last turn, inside the paddock, then crossed over the bridge and hiked around the track so I could take photographs. Around 2 pm, having eaten nothing but protein bars all day, we sat on one of the berms in the esses. I'd found it hard to concentrate all day. All I wanted was to return to the motel room and have Trey slide his lubricated cock inside me again. I would be ready for him this time. I wanted to receive his load. I wanted to be, just as my wife had been on so many occasions, his woman.

I took a chance. I touched his arm. It was cool but the cloudless sun was warm.

Want to go? I asked.

Leave?

Yeah.

He shrugged. It's up to you.

I took a chance that he'd get my drift. I want to go back to the motel room. Y'know?

Let's go then.

As we approached downtown buttfuck, thirty minutes later, Trey pointed ahead and told me to pull off. It was a sex shop. Five motels, four gas stations, three restaurants...but they had a roadside sex shop.

Trey emerged carrying something in an opaque black plastic bag. We drove to the nearby motel. Thank god, it was warmer than yesterday.

Trey tossed the sex-shop bag on the bed—my bed—and said, Shower first, then put on what I bought you. I'll be out in a minute.

More like 30. In the black sack was a black bra, a matching black G-string, and black scalloped thigh-highs. The bra was like a girl's A-cup bikini top. It tied behind the neck. The G-string barely contained my semi-hard penis. In fact it didn't. The thigh-highs, stretched to full length, barely reached a few inches above my knees.

When Trey emerged I, attired in the girly outfit he'd bought for me, instinctively rolled onto my knees.

No, I want you on your back first, he said. I wanna fuck you the way I fuck your wife. Or your daughter. First on your back, then on your submissive knees. You look sexy. Wish I'd bought you a wig...

The tube of K-Y had been left on the night table, between the two beds. I wondered what the female Indian maid had wondered when she entered: two guys in the room, a tube of lubricant...On the other hand, what should I care?

I raised my stockinged legs as Trey climbed between them. I wrapped them around his back as he once again penetrated me. This time it was much easier. I was still opened up from the previous afternoon. He sank his cock deep in me and rammed me harder and deeper than he had at first done yesterday. Once again, giving in to the incomparable pleasure, I moaned with each thrust. After what must've been 15 minutes he rolled me onto my hands and knees. It was like a dream.

I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, he said.

I hoped not, but...

He was prophetic. When his cock emerged from the deep recesses of my hole, his load spent, it wore a brown cap.

I rotated again on the mattress, took his cock in my hand and licked the head clean. I tasted my own sweet shit. It was delicious. I tasted the hot wing sauce from the night before.

When I rose up, Trey turned me around and slapped my right butt cheek. Hard.

Asshole! He said. Queer! Pantywaist!

He slapped it again, even harder. The sharp pain had given me an erection.

You know what? Trey said. From now on, when your wife travels on business? I'm coming over and fucking you. Understand?

Yes, I said, my breath redolent of the sweet shit.

I've fucked your wife, your daughter...and now you. It's the trifecta. I fuck her when she's around. I fuck you when she's not. Got it? Asshole?

I was in a state of ecstasy. OK, I agreed.

As for your daughter...

Still on my hands and knees, I looked around. My little cock was half-hard. Pointing down.

Don't you ever cum? Trey asked, noticing it.

I stroked it once, twice. Then the sperm flew. Onto the sheets below.

Jeece! That's gross, Trey observed.

What do you care? I said. It's my bed.

I'm gonna take a shower. And off he staggered, naked. Spent. Disgusted.

*

Sometime in the middle of the night, the insatiable Trey returned to my bed. I was sound asleep. I wasn't fully aware of what was going on until I realized my naked body was being rotated onto my belly. Then a hand spread my cheeks and a lubricated cock found my hole again. As he fucked me Trey hooked his hands under my armpits. I lay still, pretending, implausibly, to still be asleep. Did this guy never get enough? I guess his actions technically constituted rape. But who was counting? I'd freely, of my own consent, bottomed for him twice in the last two days. Now he was fucking me again. My hole was raw and I was glad it was over quickly. He came with a series of fierce grunts, arching my back up from the shoulders as he did so. Then he retreated, no cleansing shower this time, to his own bed.

We had sex—I mean breakfast—at a pancake house before heading out of town the next morning. If you could call this a town. I couldn't look at the margarine melting and rolling down the sides of my stack of hotcakes without thinking of Trey's sperm inside me.

Or better yet, inside my wife.

He'd fucked me three times over the weekend. He'd fucked my wife dozens of times. And my daughter, as far as I knew, once.

I looked across the booth at him. He grinned. I smiled. Lovers. He wanted me in panties. And hose. And a wig.

I wanted his long, stiff cock in me again. I couldn't wait!

When we reached my house Karla's Camry wasn't in the driveway.

I was hoping your wife would be here, old man, he said. To my annoyance.

She's probably out shopping.

I can't wait. Got a piano to rebuild by Monday. Have her call me...

I was hoping for a kiss, even a fleeting one, but Trey exited without apparent sentiment. As if we'd just been two guys spending a weekend together at a sporting event.

When Karla finally arrived home, shopping bags in hand, she seemed a little perturbed.

What happened between you and Trey this weekend?

The blood drained from my face. What are you talking about?

He said you, like, drove him crazy. Getting him up at all hours to go to your stupid race.

Oh, I replied, relieved. Yeah. I guess so. But he didn't have to go, did he?

I wish he hadn't. I'm horny as hell.

I'm not, I said, wistfully.

What? 

I mean...I'm not sure he's available. He said something about having to rebuild a piano.

I'll rebuild his piano..., she muttered. Karla clapped hands. OK, fun and games are over. Time to get to work. There's a sinkful of dirty dishes. The house is filthy. Toilets need cleaning...I have a whole honey-do list for you.

Yes, dear, I said.

And while you're doing that I'll drop in and see just what this piano-tuning is all about...

Rebuilding, I said silently, not wanting to correct her. Not in this imperious mood.

After Karla backed out of the driveway I ventured into my daughter's former bedroom and extracted a pair of her panties from my secret drawer. I stripped naked and pulled them on. They fit snugly. Perfectly. I got an instant erection.

Karla would probably be at Trey's for hours. Hours of fucking. Little would she know that his stiff cock had been up my ass all weekend.

The thought, the panties, made me feel girly. HOT! I had housework to do. I got on with it. Life was good! Sexy! A dream!