0 comments/ 14693 views/ 1 favorites The Seduction By: CherylAnne Johnny Drake just turned eighteen. He had lived with his parents in the apartment next door to mine for the past three years. He was very shy and quiet, but he was a very handsome young man, and I admit I have had a few fantasies about him. He is over six feet tall and very muscular. His buns are tight and look hard. He must be an athlete in school. His hair is dark, and a shock of it is always falling over his forehead, I have an urge to gently brush it back for him. The fact that I am almost thirty does not enter the picture. He is handsome, and I am attracted to him. For the past two years, he has definitely been noticing me. His apartment door faces the long hallway to the elevators, and mine is on the side of the hall. When I go out, I get the distinct feeling that he is watching me walk down the hall through the peephole in his door. A moment after I reach the elevator bank, he often comes out and walks to the elevators. We smile and greet each other, but we have never conversed. The doors open, we get on, and he always tries to stand behind me. I think he wants to smell my perfume. I have noticed his hand in his pocket. I wonder if he masturbates as he stands behind me? A few weeks ago, his parents went on a two-day trip, leaving him home alone. I decided to find out what he was really like. I took a long bubble bath. I dried myself with a big, thirsty towel and then went into my bedroom. I sprayed myself all over with perfume. From my lingerie drawer, I selected a pair of frilly pink French silk panties and slid them on. The silk felt cool and smooth against my warm skin. I coaxed my breasts into a cute little nylon satin bra that barely covered me and fastened the clasp. I sat on my vanity seat and began to pull on my stockings. They were very sheer thigh-highs with lace tops and felt sensuous on my legs. Then I slipped on a pair of black patent three-inch heels. I brushed my long honey-auburn hair until it shone. Then I put on my makeup. I created mysterious eyes with shadow, pencil, and liner. I added a little blush to my cheeks and carefully applied my lipstick. I put on rhinestone drop earrings and a delicate little rhinestone choker. From my closet, I took out an ivory chiffon poet’s blouse with nylon ruffles at the neckline and cuffs. When I buttoned it up, the ruffles framed my cleavage nicely. Then I pulled on a flirty little black jersey mini-skirt that was very short. It barely covered my panties, and I only wore it when I wanted to make a very special impression. I was satisfied when I looked in my mirror. If I knew men, anyone male should be very impressed. From the armoire, I selected my frilliest, sexiest, laciest nightgown. It is black nylon satin with a tiny rose at the décolletage of the lace bodice. I took it into the living room and draped it casually over the back of the ladies’ chair in the corner. I undid the clasp of my purse. Into it, I placed my lipstick, perfume, eye shadow, compact, my little lace hanky, and some change. After all, I did not plan to leave the building. I surveyed the apartment. Everything looked right. My delicate Queen Anne furniture complemented the soft pastel wallpaper. My black nightie was very apparent on the chair. I picked up my keys and purse and went out the door. As I locked the apartment, I could feel Johnny watching me through his peephole. I dropped my keys into the purse and let it slip from my hands and fall to the floor. My things spilled out and rolled all over, just as I planned. I bent to pick up the handbag, making sure my back was to Johnny’s door. I know he could see up my skirt and was getting an eyeful of my panties. Sure enough, as I straightened up, he came out his door. “Miss Townsend!” he exclaimed. “What happened?” “Oh, good morning, Johnny. I just dropped my purse. Now everything’s all over the place.” “Don’t worry, Miss Townsend,” he assured me, “I’ll help you pick it all up.” “Why thank you, Johnny. That’s very sweet of you,” I cooed, smiling at him warmly. I stood there and held my purse while he picked up every one of my things and placed them inside, staring hungrily at my cleavage every time he came close to me. “There,” he said finally. “I think that’s all of it, Miss Townsend.” “I am really grateful to you, Johnny, and my name is Cheryl, please.” “OK, uh...Cheryl,” he said hesitantly. “I’d really like to thank you for being so helpful. If you’re not busy right now, why don’t you come in and have a drink with me?” I asked sweetly. “Uh...s-sure,” he stammered. In his eyes I could see that he could not believe what he was hearing. He looked like he was remembering every wet dream he ever had about me. I fished out my keys and unlocked my apartment door. “C’mon in,” I invited, “but I’m afraid the place is a mess.” I held the door open, and he walked into my living room. Then I quietly closed and locked it again. I could see he was already turned on by my perfumed scent in the air and my very feminine decor. When he noticed my lace nightgown on the chair, the expression in his eyes was delightful. “Have a seat,” I offered, gesturing to my sofa. He sat down on the soft cushions. “I’ll make us drinks. What would you like? Rye? Bourbon? Scotch?” “Anything,” he said. From the way he said it, I could tell he was no drinker. “I’ll make you a double Scotch and soda, then. It’s a real man’s drink.” I said, smiling sweetly. I could feel his eyes burning on my rear end as I walked slowly away from him to the bar. I mixed his drink with only a few drops of Scotch, just enough to color the soda. I poured myself a pre-mixed whiskey sour. I took the drinks back to the couch and handed him the Scotch. I sat down on the couch next to him and leaned over. I knew he could see down the neckline of my blouse. “I’d like to thank you for being so gallant out in the hall. Not many men will stop to help a lady these days.” I gave him a soft, winsome smile and sipped my drink. He downed the Scotch-colored soda, I imagine, like he had seen cowboys do in the movies, all in one gulp. He could not hide the surprise in his eyes. “Wow!” I exclaimed. “That was a double Scotch! Not many men I know could drink it down like that.” “Oh, it’s nothing,” he bragged, still surprised by the innocuous drink. “Oh, yes it is something!” I breathed. “You must be very strong.” “Well, I do play football,” he said. “A man has to be strong for that,” I purred, touching his arm. “Your arm muscle feels so hard!” I left my hand resting lightly on his arm as I put my whiskey on the coffee table. “I love strong men. I feel so safe and protected when I am with a strong man like you.” I said softly as I moved closer to him, placing my other hand on his arm. I leaned even closer. I could see his raging lust for me in his eyes. “Thank you for helping me, Johnny,” I whispered as I gave him a breathy little butterfly kiss, barely brushing his lips. He could not resist. He took me in his arms and pulled me close. I slid my arms up around his neck, fluttered my lashes closed, and parted my lips invitingly. He kissed me tenderly, like he was still hesitant, but I could sense the teenage hunger he was repressing, so I responded eagerly, kissing him warmly, licking his lips with the tip of my tongue, inviting him to really taste my sweetness. When I felt him licking my lipstick, I opened my mouth to him. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth, exciting me. I could feel my breasts swelling and my nipples getting hard. He was really getting into the kiss, letting some of his animal passion show as he moaned softly. He kissed me even more deeply, and I began to tremble in my panties. I clung to him, kissing him ardently as he stroked and petted me. My kisses were becoming very emotional as I began to feel my pleasure start to rise. My pulses were pounding in my temples and my heart was fluttering in my bosom. His hand slipped under my skirt and began to stroke my panties. I was really getting high now! Suddenly, he broke the kiss. I was worried until he laid me back on the cushions of the sofa. He reached up under my skirt and slid off my panties, caressing me all the while. Then he stood up, and I helped him take off his pants. His penis was huge! It had to be at least nine inches long! It was stiff, straight, and very hard. I could not wait. I reached up for him, and he climbed on top of me, thrusting himself at me. I was already very slick and wet, but when the tip of his penis touched me, it was like fireworks. I lost control, writhing under him as he went deep inside me. I moaned with ecstasy as he fondled my breasts and pumped harder and harder. I was clawing at his lean body, rapidly approaching orgasm, and I hoped he was ready to come. Just as this thought crossed my mind, my orgasm hit. In a frenzy, he exploded inside me as he felt me come. My pleasure was exquisite as he filled me to overflowing with his love. Johnny has never said, but I think he was a virgin when he came to me. He has been one of my lovers ever since, but I do not think we have ever again achieved the passion of that first time. I am enjoying teaching him all the ways to love a woman, and I am sure he is enjoying the lessons. The Seduction It was time to go. Her Master has approved the very sexy deep V-neck top that revealed her cleavage and the short black skirt she has pulled on over her sheer black stockings. No stiletto pumps for her because she is in a wheelchair, but the black sandals looked fine. In fact, she was very pleased with the reflection in her mirror; but she was worried she would not be tempting enough to attract the stranger her Master has ordered her to seduce. Her Master helped her into his car and they were on their way. He has given her money to pay for her drinks, confident she will not have to buy many and a key to the room she will use. He stopped at the hotel, opened her door, helped her into her chair, inched up her skirt and ordered her to enter the club alone. He would follow in a few moments so it would appear she is there alone. She nervously shivered as she entered, even though the breeze is very warm. What if she failed? Few men are tempted to approach a woman in a wheelchair. She found an empty table close to the bar in the dimly lit club and moved a chair away. Everyone who saw her stared curiously for a moment. She should be used to it by now, but she wasn't. She has never gone into a club alone, not even before her accident. How does a woman get a man to approach? Especially a woman in a wheelchair. She was never good at flirting. She was terrified! She saw her Master walk past her and sit where he could watch. The waitress took her drink order and she nervously crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. Maybe the drink will calm her a bit. Someone put some coins in the juke box and played a familiar country tune. The waitress returned, she paid for her drink and sipped it while she wistfully watched the couples slow dancing. Of all the things she has missed since her accident, she missed slow dancing the most. Only a few men sit at the bar alone. Soon the older gray haired man wearing a business suit got up and returned her smile as he passed. Another paid his tab and left without looking her way. Perhaps she should go to the bathroom to draw attention, she thought. She left the table and went to the bar to ask directions to the ladies room. The remaining men couldn't help but notice her. As she left the bar she passed the first man returning and smiled at him again. Maybe he is the one. She freshened her makeup and took a deep breath before returning to her table. She caught her Master's eyes and looked at him pleadingly. He just winked and looked away. How long would this torture last? Would he force her to sit alone until closing time? Moments later the gray-haired man who smiled at her got up, walked toward her with his drink, stopped at her table and asked politely if he could join her. She smiled warmly and said, "sure." He introduced himself and bought her another drink. They drank and talked a bit and she asked him if he would like to have a glass of wine in her room. The look on his face was priceless. He hesitated a moment, but accepted her invitation. They finished their drinks and left. She looked down the hall as they waited for the elevator to see if her Master had followed . No sign of him. She fumbled for the room key her Master gave her. Her hand was shaking as she unlocked the door to the room. The stranger held the door open for her, and she heard music playing softly. The wine was open and ready for serving. Master had been here, of course. She asked the gentleman to pour the wine, while she made herself comfortable on the bed. She accepted the glass he offered and invited him to join her on the bed. He took off his suit coat, tie and shoes and they sat propped up against the pillows and talked for a while. He put his arm around her and pulling her closer, kissed her softly. This is going to be easier than she thought. She relaxed a bit; the drinks were starting to calm her. They sipped the wine, talked some more and he kissed her again. His kiss was deeper, more sensuous this time, and she leaned into him. He caressed her breast and she leaned in closer, scooting down a bit, and wrapped her arm around him. Soon his hand was under her shirt, cupping and squeezing her breast. Feeling his cock grow hard against her leg, she reached down to touch it. He moaned at the touch and buried his head into her cleavage, squeezing her nipple. She looked longingly at the door. Was her Master going to make her go through with this? Suddenly her bra was unfastened and the stranger was tugging at her shirt, trying to undress her. She cringed at the thought of fucking this stranger, but did not resist when he pulled her shirt and bra off. The man sucked on her nipples, as she tugged at his belt to open his fly. His hand caressed her legs and moved slowly to her crotch. His fly open, she pulled down his briefs and exposed his hard cock, her skirt now bunched around her waist. He kissed her again, while fondling her pussy. They heard the door open and her Master stormed into the room, pretending to be shocked at what he saw. Startled, the man jumped to his feet, jerked up his briefs and stood staring in disbelief at Master standing in the doorway. "What the...?" he stuttered, and she scooted up on the bed, relieved to see her Master at last. "Go ahead and FUCK the slut," her Master shouted. The man was speechless and hurried to button his pants and put on his shoes. Grabbing up his coat and tie, he tried to leave, but Master blocked his path. "You came here to fuck her didn't you?" Master raged. "Get out of my way," the man said, and Master let him by. Now alone in the room, Master quizzed his whore and she told him all of the details of the seduction. Very pleased with his slave, he rewarded her with a good hard fucking, just the way she liked it. The Seduction My name is Elaine and I work as a junior executive in a large bank in the Kuala Lumpur. Coming from a small-town background, it was pretty daunting when I got my first job and had to move to the big city. In my early twenties and with barely two dollars to rub together, accommodation was a huge problem since I didn't know anyone or the first thing about finding housemates. After scouring what must have been dozens of newspaper ads, I ended up living in a run-down single-storey terrace house in a poor part of town just to make ends meet. Tall (well, unusually tall for a girl of Chinese descent), fair, slim and single, I really stood out from the rest of my neighbors; most of them were low-income civil servants who were married with large families. The exception was Aida, the Malay nurse who lived next door. A petite, brown-skinned beauty with a full figure, she was the neighborhood belle and looked in her early thirties. I heard she was divorced and childless, her looks and figure earned her many suitors but apparently she didn't have the appetite for relationships after being burned once. Now, as my job involved being stuck behind a cubicle all day, I hardly had any friends in my first year in the big city, and ended up staying at home most nights. It didn't help that my boss was a bastard and worked the whole division like slaves, and we sometimes had to put in 16-hour days. One night, after a particularly exhausting day I was just about to get changed and step into the shower when I heard a tap at my gate. It was Aida, dressed in a grey housecoat. It was amazing, even in such a shapeless garment she still looked stunning, with a figure I envied endlessly. Apparently her lights had all gone out suddenly and she with a pleading look in her eyes she begged me to come and take a look at her switch box. It had been acting up lately and she didn't trust to call anyone else, after all she was alone and afraid. There had been numerous reports of break-ins in the area, as the houses lacked any form of alarm systems or anti-theft grilles. Still in my office clothes and dreaming of a long soak in the hot tub I reluctantly went over. Her house was in a bit of a mess and she apologized, she'd apparently been to busy to do any cleaning lately. Peering at her switchbox, which was probably 20 years old, I couldn't seem to see anything out of place. Oddly enough, I thought I'd try flipping on the light switches to see if they miraculously worked. To my surprise the dim fluorescent bulb turned on almost immediately. Suddenly, Aida grabbed me from behind. As I turned to face her shocked, I offered almost no resistance when her lips locked with mine in a passionate, forceful kiss. As I let out an almost inaudible gasp, I felt her tongue probe my mouth, thrusting with reckless abandon, her full breasts and thick nipples pressing onto mine. As she broke the kiss I tried to back away to the wall, but Aida gripped me tightly, holding her body against mine. Still circling my waist with her left hand she forcefully kissed me again, while swiftly reaching down with her right hand to undo the sash that held her housecoat together, partially revealing her glorious breasts. This time, I managed to squirm my way out of the kiss and tried to run out of her house. "I-I-I can't do thi-," I stammered. Before that night, I had never had a sexual experience before, and I suppose a woman, even one as gorgeous as Aida forcing herself on me really freaked me out. I had never been athletic or sporty, though I was a good half a head taller than her, so I really should have broken free. But packed in that slender, petite frame she seemed to have superhuman strength as I tried to struggle free from her grasp and we somehow ended on tangled on her sofa, she sitting on me as I vainly struggled to get up. In the struggle, her housecoat had completely fallen off and she sat astride me dressed in nothing by a sheer white negligee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The dim lighting and moonlight played softly her smooth brown, dusky skin, accentuated by a sheen of glistening sweat worked up in the struggle that left her sheer negligee even more transparent, if that was actually possible, and clinging to her sweet smelling skin. Her beautiful breasts heaved up as she panted heavily, a testament to the valiant but ultimately vain struggle I had put up. Growing up, I had heard all the obligatory dirty jokes at school about Malay women having the saggy tits but hers were firm and taut with puffy pink aureolae and thick rounded nipples starkly visible through the negligee. I couldn't help but steal a glance at her pubic area and caught a glimpse of a dark, neatly-trimmed triangle of thatch. The scent of her musky perfume, our sweat and the faux-leather, PVC couch mingled to form a heady, most arousing smell. I opened my mouth to protest by she immediately put a finger to my lips and begged, "Please, I really need to make love to you" she whispered in my ear, her eyes managing both to convey a situation of both desire and despair. "I've wanted to for so many nights, you can't even begin to understand!" Slowly and purposefully she unbuttoned my office coat, and her face lit up in a half-smile when the coat parted, revealing my off-white silk undershirt. I took in a sharp breath as Aida tenderly caressed my breasts through the soft silk and I was almost glad I hadn't worn a bra that day. "Ooh, I think you're starting to enjoy this," she whispered as she lightly grazed my nipples with her fingertips, feeling there erect like little nubs screaming for attention. As Aida made to lift up my undershirt I stammered "Please don't do this, its wrong. I mean, I-I'm not a lesbian!" She paused thoughtfully and looked at me with her mischievous, come-hither look that worked so well on countless men and practically dragged me into her kitchen by the arm. Sitting on the bare stove was a teapot bubbling away. She seized a glass from the counter nearby and filled it to the brim with a thick, black liquid, opened a tin filled with Arabic inscriptions and dropped a teaspoon of fine white powder into the glass, which promptly dissolved into the substance. "Drink up," she simply said, with that curious half-smile of hers. Then and there I knew it was probably a potent aphrodisiac. Maybe it was even the cause of what had possessed the mild-mannered neighbor I knew to become this lusty vixen in front of me. I shook my head, clenching my teeth and willing myself to resist although I could feel my nether regions starting to wet. But she had it all figured out. In one swift motion, she reached down and grabbed the little nub of my right nipple through the blouse, tweaking it as hard as she could. As I gasped, half in pain and pleasure she lifted the glass to my lips, pouring it down my open mouth. A cry of pain died in my throat as I gagged, swallowing the foul-tasting concoction that was boiling just a few moments ago, burning my throat and my insides. Instantly, I felt a burning sensation, like my mouth, stomach and loins were on fire. She pulled me close and kissed me passionately and powerless to resist her advances I felt her tongue probe deep as her hands explored the curves of my body. As she led me slowly out of the kitchen, one of her prying hands reached underneath the silk blouse, pawing at my breasts, playfully squeezing and caressing my nipples. As we reached her sofa she sat me down tenderly and winking cheekily, pulled her sheer negligee over her head, then did a twirl in front of me, naked as the day she was born. "So, what do you think?" she grinned. I was too flushed to answer but raised my arms as she bent down and started relieving me of my silk blouse, releasing my smaller but firm breasts. Aida wasted no time in putting in closing her mouth over a nipple her tongue tracing rings around it while her hand reached up my skirt and parted my legs, which felt as heavy as lead. I must have let out a squeal loud enough to wake the whole block as her fingers found the nub of my womanhood, lightly tracing its outline through my lace panties. I had been in relationships before, but it was the first time anyone other than me had touched me there before and she definitely knew what she was doing. Hiking up my skirt, she quickly slipped off the lace underwear and placed it over my mouth holding it in place with her left hand while her right furious rubbed my womanhood. I had no idea why she did that for at first, but I was soon to find out. Inhaling the heady scent of my own musk while being masturbated by this goddess was to much for me, and my whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure seemed to shoot through me and I let out a muffled scream into the French lace panties, tasting my own juices through the thin material. Lost in my own personal heaven, I barely noticed or cared as she stuffed the lace into my mouth, pulled off my skirt, then knelt down in front of me worshipping my womanhood with her tongue. Her soft but determined licking and nibbling at my clitoris drove me into a wild frenzy and I ground my hips into her face, trying to bury her with my pussy, as my fingers unconsciously kneaded my breasts in a desperate effort to find release a second time. As Aida slowly inserted her whole tongue into me time seemed to stand still and I bucked wildly as I had my second orgasm of the night. As I slowly returned to earth, she sat her petite frame on my lap, firmly taking my hands and placing one on her glorious breasts and one between her legs. She guided me as I tentatively caressed her womanhood, and gasped as I lightly rolled the little nub between my thumb and forefinger. Slowly, I removed the frilly panties from my mouth and leaned to kiss her deeply, tasting my juices on her lips. As my tongue roamed the inside of her mouthed I started rubbing faster and inserted one, then two fingers into her as I used to do to myself and was rewarded when she started to shudder violently. Still not breaking the kiss, I pushed the two fingers quicker and quicker into her as she squirmed and shuddered for what seemed like an eternity. Spent at last, she collapsed atop the shag carpet in her hall, pulling me down with her, but not before she brought my hand and sucked my fingers which had been in her just moments ago. As I drifted off into a deep sleep, holding her in my arms, feeling her beautiful breasts pressed onto my chest I heard her sigh contentedly and whisper, "I hope you understand why I did what I did" in my ears. When I woke up early the next morning, she was still fast asleep. Deciding against waking her, I quickly dressed. Finding a pen and some paper, I simply wrote "I understand perfectly", then folded the precious note and slipped it under the lacy French underwear I wore last night, leaving it for her as a souvenir. The Seduction So I'm back with another story. Finally! These things take longer and longer for me to write. I keep thinking I'm getting better at telling a story, but the reality is that I'm just getting slower at working on them. I think this makes 24 stories now that I've written over the last 5 or 6 years. I can't believe that I've been at it this long... and I don't even get paid for these things. Ah well, it's never been a money thing anyway, I just like telling my stories. It's not like I can tell these things to my friends in life, they have an entirely different picture of me than that I portray here in my adventures. I would suspect it's probably the same for a lot of writers here, but I don't know that. I do love my secret life though. It's fun to be well regarded for doing something that few short years ago, I considered a weakness. I've always been a pretty good story teller, but a horrible writer. I'm a pretty better story teller, but now I'm a mediocre writer. At least I know about paragraphs a bit more that in my earlier attempts. The next couple of paragraphs are for the new readers of my adventures. You loyal fans should just skip to the next paragraph; you've heard it all before. My name is Jennifer and I write erotic stories as a past time. I write these stories from my experiences over the years. I was a wild child artist I suppose and fell in love with exhibitionism and sex and sometimes both at the same time. I don't why, I wasn't brought up badly or abused or even poor and down on my luck. I just like the feel of a man's eyes on me, it makes me feel sexy. I suspect a lot of women like that too or they wouldn't dress as they do. I just take it a bit further than most and that sometimes results in an adventure. My first experiences started when I was 15, I won't go into that here, but suffice to say it was interesting. I love men, I just can't quite figure them out, but I sure like trying. So to how I look, I'm a small girl, I guess petite is the most accurate description. I'm just 5' tall and weigh around 85 pounds. I'm thin with a toned body. I swim at least a couple of miles every day (around 75 laps). I have reddish/brown hair with light green eyes. My measurements are 32B-22-33. I'm 28 years old now and a professional freelance portrait artist. This story goes all the way back to when I first went to art school, I met and consequently started dating this guy who was a couple years older than me. At first, Donald struck me as being sophisticated and worldly. He had a great sense of humor and was really smart. He was a pretty good artist, much better than I was at that point. After a while though, I began to realize that Donald just thought I was a kind of dumb, naïve piece of ass. I hated how he would treat me in front of people when he was drinking. I suppose it was my own fault too, I knew what he wanted and I played to it. I wanted to be the good girlfriend. When we were alone, he could be really nice, but he also had a temper on him... really bad. And he was jealous... oh my god, he was insane. I don't really know why I didn't just break up with him as soon as he started getting abusive. I guess I somehow believed that it was always my fault that he lost his temper, typical young girl bullshit. Anyway, one Friday night he was drinking and got livid because even with a padded bra, my nipples were showing through on a blouse I was wearing. It wasn't something I could help, but he called me all manner of foul names and threatened to become physical. His roommate Philly tried to calm him down, but Donald seemed to just get even more fired up. That was it, I told him he was an asshole and I never wanted to see him again. I stormed out of his apartment determined that it was over. In a way, it was a relief, but I also felt really down. I had liked hanging out with the older crowd at the school. The following week, he sent flowers by my apartment and kept trying to call me. I wouldn't talk to him. After a couple of weeks, he got the message and stopped calling. I'd see him in school, but we weren't in the same classes so it wasn't much of an issue. It must've been a couple of months later, I was a party and he showed up. When I saw him, I figured it was time for me to move on, but he caught my arm as I was heading out the door and asked if he could talk to me for a couple of minutes. He wasn't drinking or anything, so I just nodded and we moved off to quiet place and he really apologized. I was amazed. He told me he had been thinking about his behavior and how he treated me and realized that he been a real ass and most of his friends thought so too. I agreed that he had acted like as ass and treated me poorly and told him so in a quiet voice. I had time to think about a lot of the things and realized that I had allowed this to happen as well. By the end of the talk, we agreed to be friends but not see each other exclusively like we had... and I found myself in bed with him that night. So we evolved into something else, I saw other people as he did, but sometimes, we would hook up and it was usually pretty good, no pressure. I guess we became fuck buddies and it worked for us. The one good part of that relationship strangely enough was Donald's roommate Phil. I had gained a lot of respect for him when he had tried to protect me a few months earlier. He was a pretty cool guy, really smart and really shy. He went to another school, so really didn't get all caught up in the school politics. When I first met him, he had been dating this kind of heavyset girl who dumped him just after I started dating Donald. She told him that the reason she was breaking it off was that "he was too friggin boring" as she so eloquently put it. I had met her a few times and thought she was a real bitch. She had this kind of attitude that a guy would be really lucky to hook up with her. I didn't see it. I've met a number of big girls like that, piss poor attitudes and the opinion that guys are just assholes to be used and manipulated. Later and privately, I thought that Donald should've hooked up with her; they were made for each other. I liked Phil though, I thought he was funny. He had lived on a farm growing up and so knew how to fix almost anything it seemed. I was driving this Jeep at the time and it broke down one time at Donald's house. Donald had no idea of what it was and couldn't be bothered to check. Phil came out, opened the hood, took one look, found the problem and fixed it. It turned out that the battery posts were all corroded. I didn't know, and neither did Donald, but Philly... he knew what the problem was right away and knew how to fix it. I know that's a bad example for any of you who work on cars, but if it'd been more complicated, he would've figured it out. He said, he just looked for simple things first and then went from there. Most often, it turns out to something simple like corroded cables. I'm certain you've all met the type, my dad was like that. He called it McGyvering after that old show on TV. While Donald and I weren't really dating, we had kind of evolved into getting together on the weekends more often than not. I would spend a Friday or Saturday at their place. In the morning, Donald liked to sleep in; he was a late morning sleeper. I couldn't do that. I'm an early riser and still am. So I'd get up, make some coffee and read the paper or a book or something. In turned out that Philly was an early bird too and so we have breakfast and talk. That's how we became such good friends I think. I had been conscious of Philly kind of checking me out a little bit in the past, but pretty much ignored it. I wasn't wearing anything provocative, especially in the early days of dating Donald when he had no problem being an ass with me. The first time that I noticed Philly really trying to see something was when we would be having breakfast after I started to sort of see Donald again. It was early spring. I was probably all of 19 years old at the time and I had a pretty good figure, svelte is how I thought of myself. I remember early spring because I was sitting at breakfast wearing a robe and it was a bright, sunny day, it was still cold out but with the smell of spring in the air. You just knew it was going to be nice soon. I didn't say or do anything or even let on that I caught him checking me out, but when he went back into the kitchen, I saw that my robe had opened up a little bit offering a peek inside. I was wearing a t-shirt underneath so no issues, but it got my mind working a little bit. You see, I had been so careful about what I wore and how revealing anything was due to Donald's jealousy. Donald used to just go crazy if he caught some guy checking me out and then blame me for wearing an outfit that drew the attention. Philly had never really seen me so casually dressed before. But now with the altered state of my relationship with Donald and my comfort with Phil, I didn't concern myself so much with what I was wearing. It felt good to have another man checking me out. I thought Philly trying to peak down my robe was pretty exciting. It lit that familiar spark in me that had been beaten down for a long while. Even though we weren't dating, I was still conservative in my attire when around Donald. Well over the next month my renewed friendship with Philly grew deeper, I began to trust him more and more. Donald never got up before 11 am and so we had 4 or 5 hours together at least once a week, sometimes more. We talked about all kinds of things and I shared things with him that I would never have told Donald. The thing was that Donald never seemed concerned about Philly. I didn't try to hide that we were friends, but I didn't rub it into his face either. Usually just a little before 11, I'd go get into the shower and Donald would hear the water running and sometimes come join me. Well as the weather warmed, it was uncomfortable to be wearing the robe. Philly often came out of his room only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. So one morning I decided to just wear the tee shirt. If Donald had known, he probably would've gotten upset, but I was trying to break free of that restrictive attitude and figured we weren't dating really. Besides, he was sleeping and would never know. I have to admit, that I was kind of curious how Philly would respond. It was a thrill for me to even consider and more of a rush to do. I went out into the kitchen said good morning to Philly and poured myself a cup of coffee. He was just starting breakfast, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him do a double take before getting back to what he was doing. Philly seemed to be having a hard time focusing on what he was making for breakfast I was secretly pleased to see that. I was being silly too, playfully fighting with him over who got eggs out the fridge and stuff. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable with how I was dressed, but it also got me pretty hot seeing how flustered he was. Even soft, my nipples are large and they poked out little tents in the thin shirt, but when we were playing, they got hard... and well... they made their presence known. They are probably a ½ inch thick and maybe just a touch longer when all twisted up. I found it so exciting to be showing myself off like this to Donald's roommate. We were both enjoying it, but the cool part was that neither of us acknowledged what was happening. I was exhibiting a little bit and he was looking a lot. I made it a point to look away a lot, like daydreaming looking at the window and stuff so that he could get some nice free looks. I liked the feel of him looking at me, his eyes caressing my body. I have to admit, there was a certain thrill knowing that Donald was just down the hall. I knew Philly loved that I was only wearing the tee shirt even if he didn't say anything. His shorts told the tale. My heart beat fast all day long after my little exhibitionist deal. I thought about it all week long. The following weekend, I decided to stay the entire weekend since we would be going a party on Saturday night. Donald and I went out Friday, got in pretty late and went right to bed. The following morning, I got up early and looked in Donald's drawers for something to wear, I found and this kind of muscle t-shirt. It was one of those things with no sleeves and a couple of fairly thin straps that went over your shoulders. Because it was his, it was big enough to cover my butt so I didn't have to wear anything else underneath it. The thing was that the arm holes came down to almost my waist, the sides of my breasts were clearly visible. I checked it out in the mirror and it was sexy as all get out, maybe too much, the material was thin enough that you could sort of see the darkness of my areolas. Pretty much anything I did would reveal me in one way or another. I thought about wearing something else, but then I thought about how Philly was checking me out last weekend. I wanted to let him see more. I guess it's almost an addiction for me. I hadn't done anything like this since starting art school and I don't think I could've stopped myself if I wanted to; the urge was just so strong. I checked to make sure that Donald was still out. Again, I knew it would've sent him ballistic if he knew I was going to go out and have breakfast with his roommate dressed like this. This tee shirt was much more provocative than last week's version. My heart rate was cranked up when I walked out into the living room. My nipples were cranked up tight and my breasts were bouncing and swaying just slightly. Sure enough, I could smell fresh brewed coffee and Philly was reading the paper at the table. I said good morning as I padded barefoot by him into the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and stood on tiptoes stretching to reach for a coffee cup. I could feel his eyes devouring me from behind. The shirt had lifted to show the bottom of my butt cheeks as I got my cup down. I made my coffee and went to sit at the table with him. I smiled over my cup as I took my first sip of coffee. The material of the shirt was so thin that I knew he could pretty much see my nipples right though it, even if they hadn't been rock hard and threatening to rip holes through the material. I felt sexier than I had in months just sitting here in this thin t-shirt talking to Philly. I sat cross legged on the chair and when I looked down could see my pussy. Philly couldn't see it from where he was sitting, but just the idea that he could if he walked by me or looked under the table was good enough for me. I could tell that he really enjoyed having me here with him too. He was all smiles as he asked what I wanted for breakfast. I thought about it as I drank my coffee and finally told him Pancakes, I wanted pancakes for breakfast. The kitchen was sunny and bright, it got the morning sun. It was great place to work and when I started to get up to help with breakfast, Philly told me not to worry about it; he could handle it. I smiled and got up anyway to help. I joined him in the kitchen and he asked me to get the eggs out of the fridge. When I opened the door, I held it open as I bent in to get the eggs and gave him view right into my shirt. The big open armpits of the shirt sagged open and revealed my breasts to him for the first time. Feeling his eyes on me, I turned to look at him and he was staring down at me. "What?" I smiled... "Do you need something else?" No, no, no he kind of stammered... I was just thinking how glad I am that we get to have these breakfasts together, they're the highlight of my week. I smiled back at him, still holding the door open, still showing him my breasts... "Mine too" I said... "I love doing this..." "Yeah... me too he smiled." I got the eggs and brought them back to him. I stepped up on tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're sweet", I told him as my breasts rubbed against his arm. It was all seemed innocent enough, but it was so erotic. I was wildly aroused. I was pretty sure that Philly thought I was oblivious to what I was showing, but I could tell that it was turning him on something fierce as well. When I bent down to get a pan out of the cupboard, I felt the front to the shirt billow out and again, I just knew he was looking down my shirt at my hard nipples. My pussy was soaking wet from all this teasing. I found the pan I was looking for and put it on the stove to warm up. I got out the scoop and was getting ready to start cooking when he pushed me out of the way, saying that he was going to make breakfast. I punched him on the shoulder and held up the spatula as if to strike him with it. "You just get over there and out of the way and drink your coffee, I'm cooking this morning." I threatened. "You can pour me another cup of coffee though." He reluctantly agreed, but I knew he would enjoy this more and so would I. The stove was next to a window and when cooking I was standing right in front of the window. He made the coffee and when he turned to give it to me he was greeted with my body in profile in the morning sun. I knew the shirt turned almost invisible in the strong light coming though the window. My large nipples were prominently displayed. He just stood there and talked to me as I cooked. Whenever I leaned forward to flip a pancake, the shirt would billow open and he could see my perky breasts right through the arm holes. I can't even tell you how sexy it made me feel to be letting him see my breasts like this. I found his discretion or maybe shyness really appealing. I loved showing off for him. I've always loved this sort of teasing where neither party acknowledges what happening. I hadn't done this in so long that it almost took my breath away with excitement. I had a hard time staying focused on our conversation. Since I was cooking, I was looking there and he was looking at me as we chatted. It was pretty wild to have a strange man looking at me with lust. I could tell he liked what he saw by the tent he kept trying to inconspicuously hide in his shorts. We finally sat down to have our breakfast and the time just blew away as we ate and chatted. The whole time we were sitting there, I had my legs open under the table occasionally touching myself and adjusting my pussy lips so that they were splayed open like a butterfly. While he never knew what I was doing, the idea that he could had me nuts. Before I knew it, it was time for me to get into the shower. A few minutes after that Donald got up and joined me. I was so hot that I practically raped the poor guy. He had no idea why he got so lucky first thing in the day and I didn't tell him. It was really too bad in the long run, had he allowed me my exhibitionist streak, he would've had unexpected bouts of great sex a lot more often. Later in the day, I went through Donald's t-shirt drawer looking for more shirts to wear. I found a couple more of the muscle tees that were even more threadbare and one had some holes in it, and was torn in places. That would be tomorrow's shirt... I couldn't wait. The next morning when I got up, Donald tried to get me to sleep later, but all he wanted to do was sleep and there was no way I could sleep any longer. I got the shirt out of the drawer; it was all worn out and holes all over it. It looked like he had smoked some seedy pot with it or something. Most of the holes were small maybe the size of a seed up maybe a dime. But there was one hole about the size of a half dollar on the left breast. When I put the shirt on, that hole was just to the right of my nipple and you could see the edge of my areola, dark, reddish brown and sharply contrasting against the white skin of my breast. This was a really daring outfit; depending on how I turned, my nipple could easily pop out that hole. This shirt fit like the other one with the large armholes extending almost to my waist, my breasts could easily fall out if not careful. Add to that the fact that this tee shirt was so thin and worn that it was almost transparent. I looked in the mirror and could see the dark skin of my crinkled areola around each hard nipple. This was much thinner than yesterday's shirt. The Seduction Perfect! I slid the screen open that served as a door to Donald's room stepped out and then quietly slipped it shut again, making sure to secure it. I slogged down the hall to the living room and kitchen beyond. I acted all tired and just waved to Philly on my way to the coffee pot. Once I got my coffee made, I made my way back to the table and sat down. Philly was reading the Sunday paper. I reached over and grabbed a section and folding my legs underneath me, settled in to read it. After a couple of minutes, I pretended an itch and reached around absently to scratch it and felt my nipple pop out of the hole in shirt. When I settled back to reading the paper, the material of the shirt just hung up on it. When a few minutes later, I reached for another section of the paper, I noticed Philly staring over his paper at me. I smiled and asked what he was staring at. He just smiled a little red faced and told me that I just looked really good in the morning. He said most girls had to get made up to be presentable, but it seemed like I could just roll out of bed, throw on an old tee shirt and still be sexy as hell. I smiled at him, but I felt my nipple twisting up and I knew he could see it swelling. "You're such a sweetheart Philly, you better be careful... I might decide to switch boyfriends. Then you'd be in real trouble." "I don't think so" he smiled. "I'd just make sure to take proper care of you is all." I laughed, "Does that mean you're going to make breakfast for me?" "Nope, we're going to do that together, I don't want to get punched out again like yesterday." I laughed and got up with him to head into the kitchen. Getting up caused the shirt to move and my nipple slid back inside again. My heart was beating a mile a second now. As usual, I was out of control, I knew it but seemed to be powerless to stop it. I just love showing off and it gets me into more trouble. Today was going to be French toast, but when I went into the kitchen, yesterday's dishes were still sitting there. I started to give him crap about cleaning up after yesterday's meal and he responded by jokingly calling me a bitch. I turned to him laughing holding the sprayer from the sink. "Take that back or I'm going to shoot you", then decided to do it anyway at point blank range. I hit him right in the face with a spray of warm water. He didn't hesitate, he reached out and grabbed for the spray nozzle. We fought for it and by the time it was over, there was water all over the floor and both of us. We were both laughing hysterically. I shushed Philly, I didn't want Donald to come out and find us like this. "We better get this cleaned up or we're in big trouble when Dad gets up" I joked. I ran to get some towels from the hall closet to dry up the floor. I listened outside of the screen that served as a door for Donald's room and there wasn't a sound. I looked down at my tee shirt and it was exactly as you would expect, totally transparent. I could even see the tuft of hair at the top of my pussy. The soaked shirt was clinging to my ass too. I came quietly running back into the living kitchen with some towels. I could feel my breasts bounce and Philly's eyes talking everything in as I came into the kitchen. I threw him some towels. I just couldn't resist, I got down on my hands and knees and started to wipe up the water on the floor. I could see him in the reflection of the oven door. He was mopping up water, but was also trying to get behind me. I smiled to myself and heart in my throat, accommodated him by turning to get water in the corner by the stove. With the sunlight coming through the window, he could see everything. In the reflection I saw him sit back on his heels and just stare at my exposed pussy. I finished mopping up the water on the floor, but I was insanely turned on. I knew my pussy was open and wet, he could see the inner lips and the coral pink tunnel inside. When I finished, I turned and looked at him. "Hey come on buddy, get to work, I'm not the only one who made a mess here," I smiled. I was sideways to him now and the way the shirt hung, he could see my breasts hanging and swaying as I mopped up the floor. My nipples were painfully swollen and seemed to be getting even harder and darker as I put on this show for him. I'm sure he thought it was all accidental and I think that got him even more worked up. You could almost smell sex in the room. I stood up and finally looked down at my shirt, it was still soaking wet. "Oh great... look at this, I look like a little slut standing here in a wet tee shirt." The shirt clung to my breasts and you could see every little bump of my twisted up areola, never mind my hard nipples. Philly just looked at my breasts with a smile and told me that he thought I looked just great. "You would" and I punched him again in the belly playfully. "You did this to me, you know." "Well you shot me with water, what did you expect?" he argued. "Well... ok...maybe, but you shouldn't have called a bitch! I countered. I stood there for a moment thinking and finally said, "Well I guess it doesn't matter now, you've seen it all anyway, just don't say anything to Donald. I can't go in the room to change now or I'll wake him up. He'll go crazy if he knows we had a water fight and you saw me like this." "Why do I think he'd go crazy in a different way than I'm going crazy? You look really, really good." he laughed, "But don't worry, there's no way I'd mention this to him, you're right, he wouldn't understand." I smiled but also noticed that he also didn't offer me one of his tee shirts either. I smoothed the shirt down over my breasts and looked at him with a shy smile and said "They're kind of small, but they don't look too bad now do they." "Fuck no, they're perfect, you should just take the shirt off so you don't get a chill" he smiled. "Nice try Philly, but it's time to get your eyes back in your head and make me some breakfast before I get cranky. You've seen more than you should've already." By the time we finished breakfast, my shirt had dried and I was halfway decent again. I caught Philly staring at my breasts several times during breakfast. It was a pretty hot time for both of us, but once again, it was close to 11 and I had to get into the shower. All week long I was wild, crazy horny over what I had done. I had no idea where this was going, but I did know where my relationship with Donald was headed. It was only going to a matter of time before I broke up with him for good. We were starting to slip back into the old rhythms again and I wasn't going to be dealing with that. This escapade with Philly reminded me of what I missed and I wasn't going to have anyone stop me again. Donald really deserved to be with a nice girl who would play to violent jealousy better than me. I knew I was tempting the fates but couldn't bring myself to stop. I was totally caught up in my adventure with Philly. I wondered what he thought. It's kind of funny really, most girls would be looking for ways to defuse the situation and I was trying to figure how to step it up and not look like a slut doing so. I knew I was acting sluttish, but I don't think Philly viewed it that way. I think he just saw it as really sexy and kind of out of the blue. I had an idea of what I wanted to do next, but wasn't sure if I could make it happen or not... or if I had the nerve. When I got to Donald and Philly's house on Friday night, the guys had been drinking for a few hours and both were pretty lit, so all plans of going out pretty much went out the window. I was really ok with that anyway. My plan involved Donald getting a pretty good buzz. I searched though my purse and scared up a nice fat joint and fired it up. We all got a good buzz going. I drank some tequila for my nerves and just enjoyed hanging out with the guys watching a hockey game. By the time the game ended and we wound down, it was a little after 1 in the morning and time to go to bed. We were all fairly loaded, me less than the guys. I finally said good night to Philly and went to take a quick shower, mostly to clear my head. When I was done, wrapped in a towel, I went back into the living room and laughing, dragged Donald off to bed to Philly's catcalls about keeping it down; he wanted to sleep tonight. I had plans for Donald though and couldn't make such promises. I could hear Philly turning off all the lights and locking the doors. I didn't have much time if my plan was to work. I knew that Donald wouldn't be paying too much attention right now, he was pretty drunk. I dragged him over to his bed, turned on the bedside lamp and went back to the door to turn off the main room lights. Donald had this crazy door on his room that more like some sort of accordion structure. It was cheap and the landlord had put it there to avoid the cost of putting an actual door in place. It was made out of some sort of stiff vinyl material. The thing was supposed to be held closed by a magnet strip that was screwed into the door jamb. You'd pull it across the opening and the magnets would hold it closed. The thing was that if you didn't get it to stick then the door would stay open about 7or 8 inches. This is what I was counting on. The other factor that played into my plan was how the bedrooms were set up. Philly's room was kitty corner across the hall. The door was offset from Donald's by maybe 3 feet. That meant that if he wanted to, and the door wasn't closed properly, he could sit in his room and see everything happening on the bed in Donald's room. Donald knew that of course and so was always really careful about attaching the door properly. While he never said it, I'm pretty sure it was that he didn't want to have Philly get his rocks off watching us do stuff. Tonight though, he was drunk and not paying any attention to the door. I closed the door, but didn't attach it to the magnets. Donald was lying on the bed. I could hear Philly walking down the hall to his room. He was shutting off lights as he went. I dropped my towel by the door and walked over to the bed. Donald was already naked and ready for me. As I lay down with him, I heard the footsteps stop outside in the hall. I smiled to myself. I began kissing Donald and then slowly working my way down his body. He was excited and sporting a nice erection. I slipped into a sixty nine position. He immediately pulled me over to him and started to roughly suckle my pussy. I bit my lower lip. I loved it when he was hammered because he was much rougher and aggressive with me. I loved to be used like this. I had fallen in love the rough stuff after my episode with some carpenters the summer before. I found that when Donald was drunk, things kind of got a little out of control for me. There was no way to stop him once he started. I had just given him the nudge and now I couldn't stop what was about to happen if I wanted to. Philly was going to see me get practically raped by Donald and there wasn't a thing I could do to prevent it if I wanted to. I didn't want to. I was facing his room and I smiled to myself when I attacked Donald's hard dick. I was putting on a show for him tonight. At one point, I looked right out through the door and into Philly's room. I wasn't sure if he was there until I saw the clock on the opposite wall. It hadn't been there one second, but then it was. He was there in his room, in the dark, maybe 15 feet away watching this. I stopped sucking Donald's dick. I was getting close to an orgasm. Donald was just attacking my tender pussy and I couldn't take much more of it. I was rubbing his dick on my face when it hit and I exploded in moans and sharp cries of sweet agony. I rolled and twisted on the bed in the throes of pleasure. Donald held onto my hips and kept up his insane licking of my pussy. I attached his dick again, sucking and kissing it as I writhed and moaned on the bed. He was started to get out of control too, but then he pushed me off him. He rolled me onto my belly and picked up my ass and positioned me on my knees with my ass in the air. He knelt behind me and started rubbing his dick up and down my open, wet slit. I was facing Philly's room. "You want this?" He demanded to know. I whimpered... there was nothing I wanted more right then. "Beg me for it" he ordered. I was trying to push myself onto it, I was on fire now. He was having none of it though. "Fuck me" I said softly... "What", he said... "I didn't hear you." "Fuck me" I said louder in a plaintive desperate tone looking directly at where Philly was in the dark. "You want me to fuck you" he leered. "YES, Yes, yes... fuck me hard, fuck me with your big hard dick" I begged. He slammed his dick deeply into my soaking pussy. I half moaned and half screamed as it forced its way deep into my petite body. He held onto my ass and began to fuck in long, hard strokes. I was rolling my head from side to side in pleasure. This was insane and when I remembered that I was being watched. I rolled into a huge orgasm, clutching double handfuls of blankets and pushing myself onto the impaler behind me. Donald pulled his dick out of my throbbing pussy and sat back to recover. When I looked back at him, his eyes were glazed and he was sweating. He flipped me onto my back and pushed my legs wide apart. My pussy was spread wide open. He pulled me up onto his dick and began to fuck hard while mashing my breasts and twisting my nipples. I was going crazy rolling around on the bed as he had his way with me. He flicked my nipples with hard little snaps of his finger and they turned a dark reddish color as they twisted up pulling the skin of my breasts taut. He was groaning and breathing hard when he pulled out of my pussy again. He lay back on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I reached around and placed him at my tender entrance and he pushed in. I leaned down and fed him a nipple. In this position, Philly could see Donald's dick sliding in and out of my pussy, I controlled the pace now for a few minutes and slowed it down. I could move right off his dick and slowly sit right back down onto it again. It drove me insane with lust thinking that Philly was seeing me like this. Donald was getting close again and now I was going to let him come. I stopped and turned around now so that I was facing away from him and then got back on. I was facing the open door now and Donald reached around to play with my breasts as I began to ride him harder and faster. Donald tried to slow me down but I wasn't having it, I felt him swell and as he groaned, I slipped his dick out of my pussy and he blew his load all over my belly and breasts. I slid back so that my pussy was resting on his chest and leaned forward taking him back into my mouth as I finished him off. He was quiet now as I sucked and made love to his softening dick with my lips and tongue. A minute later, he was limp and when I looked back, he had passed out. I got out of bed and walked over to pick up the towel I had dropped earlier. Standing by the open door, I wiped what remained of Donald's seed from my body. I turned to the dresser, still in full view of Philly and checked myself out in the mirror. I turned to the side facing him and looked at my profile in the mirror. I rolled my nipples pulling them hard then turned to look at myself from different angles ending up facing the door again. I patted my belly and turned to rummage in the drawer for a tee shirt. I found what I wanted and sashayed over to the door nude, opened it up, carefully closed it behind me and walked down the hall past Philly's room and into the bathroom to get a shower. His door was still open, but he was nowhere to be seen in the dark room. When I got out of the shower, his door was closed. The next morning I got up bright and early. I was thankful that I hadn't drunk too much the night before. I felt really good. I put on the ratty tee shirt again and went out into the kitchen. Philly wasn't out there yet, so I put the coffee on and went out to get the paper. It was a beautiful sunny day. I slowly walked down the sidewalk to the street. It felt so sexy to walking outside in nothing but that ripped up old tee shirt. As I bent to pick up the paper, the old man next door wished me a good morning. He was walking his dog. I hadn't seen them because of the hedge at the end of the walk. The dog was one of those friendly big old black labs and I stayed hunched down to give him a good rub behind the ears. I had talked to his owner a few times and the old man was a talker. I picked up the paper and stood up. I told the old man that I had breakfast on and had to get back in the house, but on a whim, I bent to give the dog one last scratch behind the ears. In the process, I inadvertently flashed him when one of my breasts fell out the side of the shirt. I pulled the shirt back over my exposed breast and just gave the old man an embarrassed smile. He smiled too, speechless for the first time since I had met him. I slowly sashayed back up the walk and into the house. I was really pleased with myself for pulling off my little stunt the night before. Donald didn't know what I had done and Philly was probably thinking I had been too drunk to pay attention to closing the door. No matter, it was the best sex I'd had in months, I was moving to the dark side. I didn't know a single girlfriend of mine who would've done what I had just done... perform a live sex act for another man. I could feel the blood rushing to both my face and my pussy just thinking about it. Philly was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from the night before. I wished him a good morning, but acted as if I was just a bit out of sorts. He caught it right away. "A little hung over Jenn?" He asked with a smile. I told him it wasn't that so much as that I just must've slept wrong or something, my back was just a little sore. It was just spur of the moment kind of thing to cover why I was acting out of sorts. I don't even know why I said that, I think maybe I was a little flustered knowing what he had seen the night before. "What you need is a good backrub" he commented from the sink. "Yeah well..." I said miserably. That's not going to happen with sleeping beauty in there, he doesn't do backrubs." He finished the dishes, wiped his hands and poured us each a cup of coffee. He set them on the table and pulled me to my feet. I looked at him confused. "Just turn around and straddle the chair Jenn." He ordered. "What are you going to do?" I whined, acting as if I was being put upon. I didn't know where this was going, but I suspected. "Just sit down and relax, I give great backrubs." "I don't know Philly"... as I moved to do as he had requested. "Donald will be royally pissed off if he comes out and sees you rubbing my back." He pulled up a chair behind me and started to slowly rub my back. "He's not going to wake up for another couple of hours, he never does... so it's safe." he replied. I had to admit he was right. This was getting notched up a few rungs on the ladder. "You don't have to do this, I'll be fine" I said, not meaning a word of it. "It's ok, I want to do it if it'll help make you back feel better. I'm known to give pretty good back rubs, I have strong hands." He was rubbing my back though the tee shirt and it felt great. Then he slid his hands under the shirt and began to rub my bare skin, it felt much better. He got up and said he'd be right back and left the room. A few seconds later he was back with a small pillow. He gave it to me and I put in on top of the chair back to rest my head on. He asked me to lift my shirt up to my shoulders. I looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh really!" The Seduction "Jenn, I have some massage oil, but I don't want to get it all over the shirt and I can't really give you a good back rub otherwise." I looked at him for a few more seconds, my heart beating and my mouth dry. I hoped that my voice wouldn't give away how excited I was. I loved how edgy this was with Donald right in the next room. Finally, I said, "Ok, but no peeking." He laughed quietly... "ok sure, but I saw everything last week anyway." I looked at him with shocked wide eyes and then backhanded him in the belly. "You weren't supposed to be looking you pervert!" I scolded with a smile. He held his hands up... "Hey Jenn... I'm just a guy and there's only so much I can resist. A beautiful girl in a wet tee shirt on a nice sunny day... well that, I can't resist... sorry! Besides if you'll remember, you told me to look." "Ok... well... I guess.... But no peeking today, alright?" I said seriously "Sure... no peeking, I got it. I'm just trying to give you a nice backrub." he smiled. "Ok, ok... I'm sure it's all about the backrub" I laughed..."but I think you just want to get me naked and take dirty pictures... that's what guys do." He laughed, "Damn I've been found out!" "Ok... so turn around for a minute." I ordered. He shook his head and smiled but did as I asked. Once he was turned, I just peeled the tee shirt right off over my head and put it on the pillow. I was straddling the chair sitting in the sun, now totally naked. My butt was jutting out over the back of the seat so that I could lean forward to rest my head on the back of the chair. My legs were spread wide to straddle the seat. The way I was positioned, my breasts were hanging down just a little bit, my nipples were like cherry beacons at the tips all swollen and hard. I lay my head on the pillow facing him with his back turned, I closed my eyes and then whispered..."Ok, you can turn around now, but remember no fair peeking." He had been standing kind of to the side of me, so when he turned around he had a pretty good profile view. I knew he could clearly see my breasts and my butt. I heard him actually moan softly when he turned around. That was cool. "Hey, no peeking!" I laughed. I didn't open my eyes and for a few long seconds he seemed to be frozen in place. I enjoyed sitting there and letting him take in the features of my petite frame. I could feel the blood throbbing in my swollen nipples. He finally broke his trance and pulled the chair up behind me. I heard him shake the bottle and squeeze some oil out onto his hands. Then he rubbed his hands together to warm it up. When he put his hands were on my back and started to move the oil around, it felt heavenly. He asked me where it hurt and I twisted a little as I moved my arm to show him a spot. It was really just an excuse to flash my breast again in all its perky firmness. He started rubbing that area and he was right, he was good with his hands. Even though I didn't have a backache, the backrub still felt magnificent. In one respect, I could've almost drifted off to sleep I was so relaxed. But on the other, I was so hot with this new level of exhibitionism, that there was no chance of that at all. I had never done anything quite so bold as this. "My god, I can't believe how small you are." he murmured. "Look at this, my hands almost fit around your waist." I just smiled and told him to get back to work. He was working around my lower back and then his hands slid lower to my butt. I absolutely love having my butt rubbed and so didn't stop him. He worked on the sides and finally on my firm little cheeks. When he slid his hands under my butt where I was sitting, I laughed softly and told him to wait a minute. I pulled one knee onto the chair and then the other so that I was kneeling there with my head still resting on the back of the chair. "Perfect" he said under his breath. "No peeking" I reminded him a sleepy kind of far away voice. He just laughed and I smiled softly. He had no choice, my ass was eyelevel with him now and so my pussy was right there. I could feel how swollen and heavy it felt. I knew how it must look in the bright sun of the kitchen. The lips would be puckered open and the wet, the pink interior would on display and inviting in all its warm, tight, softness. My head was buzzing with the intoxicating rush of so brazenly showing off my pussy to Philly. We both pretended that I wasn't doing what I was. He was sitting literally within a foot of it. He slowly worked on my butt, I loved it. I'm pretty sure he was enjoying himself too. He had to know that I was deliberately letting him see everything, but he didn't say a word. He worked my cheeks in such a way that I could feel my pussy opening and closing as the muscles of my ass were kneaded. A couple of times, I felt him push my cheeks apart spreading my pussy wide open. His fingers came right to the back edge, but didn't actually touch it. I squeezed my pussy muscles and felt the delicious wetness spreading. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that he saw my pussy tighten up and relax, he could clearly see how excited I was. His thumb did rub over my back opening a number of times though, the oil feeling slick and warm. When I felt him slowly push my cheeks apart again, I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were fixed on my fleshy, pink jewel. He was studying it like there was going to be a test. I closed my eyes and let him explore. I could hear his breathing and he was almost panting. Finally after a long butt rub, he stood up behind me and started to rub my back again. He rubbed my sides and slid his hands around to rub my belly. He was rubbing me more quickly now and it still felt great. He was pretty worked up. I could feel just a trace of a shake in his hands when he'd stop. "How're you doing" he asked in a slightly raspy voice. He was rubbing my shoulders and neck now. He was kind of leaning over me and I could feel his hardness moving on my butt as he continued using his hands on me. "Oh my god Philly, it feels so good, you were right, you are a master of the backrub." "How's your back feel now?" "What back?" I smiled. He laughed... "Good, right answer." He moved his hands back down under me again. I turned my head to look at the kitchen clock. It was just after 9 am. He saw me looking at the time and wanted to know if he should stop. I looked back at him with a smile and shook my head... "Nope, you still have plenty of time, but you better plan on making me breakfast after this. I'm going to be too weak to do anything." "I can't believe how good this feels Philly; this is the best backrub I've ever had." He had his hands wrapped under me and was rubbing my belly. He was slowly moving higher. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. I can't believe how ripped your stomach muscles are" he said admiringly. I was looking at him with a smile and told him that I swim a couple of miles every day during the week, sometimes more if I've got the time. "God, it really shows" he said. "I knew you were thin, but I didn't know you were ripped and your ass is as hard as a rock. I've never felt a woman who had such a firm ass." He moved his hands back down to my lower belly just above my pussy and then started moving back up again in a long, slow, firm stroke. I can every ripple in your muscles he said as his oily hands moved up over my rib cage. I smiled at the compliment. His oily hands felt great stroking my body. "I didn't know you were into girls with muscles" I said looking at him. "Well, this is certainly different than the backrubs I had been giving. Gina had no muscle tone at all." "Yeah, but she had big boobs though and I bet you liked that just fine." I laughed. "They were ok, but really not my cup of tea, but she wasn't firm like you. God you don't have an ounce of fat on you anywhere." He moved his hands down to my hips and then in a long slow sweep, slid them up over my breasts and then back down again. God, I can't believe how tiny you are he whispered. I was still looking at him and I began to laugh He moved his hands back to my hips and cycled back up again in a firm grip. "What?" he smiled, his hands on my breasts again squeezing. "You should never call a girl tiny when your hands are where they are." I said He was rolling my nipples between oily fingers. His face got red... "Jenn, I didn't mean... oh damn what an ass I am" he moaned. "I didn't mean your tits, I think these are perfect as he squeezed my breasts again. I looked at him for a few moments and he looked at me while continuing to fondle my firm little breasts. "Well look Philly, I'm getting hungry, I think you need to make me some breakfast." "I'm sorry Jenn, I didn't mean to offend you." I was still looking at him, "You didn't offend me Philly, but this is turning into something more than a backrub right now and I think we both need to calm down and have some breakfast before it goes any further." He moved his hands away from my breasts and made one more pass over my back before stepping away without a word. I could see he was disappointed, but there wasn't anything for it. Nothing could happen here and now anyway and it was just better to stop it before it got out of control. I got up off the chair facing away from him, my knees were a little sore from kneeling, but otherwise I felt great. I slipped the tee shirt over my head and down over my body. My nipples were so hard they were painful and they were putting on a display through the front of the tee shirt. The way the hole on the front of the shirt was positioned you could see the crinkled dark skin of my areola and the edge of my nipple. I turned around and Philly was still standing there. I could see the head of his dick pushing out from the top of his shorts, he looked crestfallen. I took a step toward him and gave him a big hug. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disappoint you, but it's the way it has to be." I told him. "It's ok Jenn, you're right, I was the one being stupid here not you." "No you weren't, I loved your backrub. It felt fantastic. I don't think I've ever had one that good. That's why I let it go further than I should have. You're a devil with those magical hands." He smiled a little at that. I pushed away from him with a smile. "I told you not to peek, but I never said anything about touching, so I guess that makes it my fault too." "So are we ok?"... I asked looking up at him He smiled again and said yeah. I looked down and saw that the head of his dick was still peeking out. I reached down and grabbed it... "and put this away before I lose control and attack you, you sick bastard", I laughed. He looked at me with a surprised look, then reached over and pinched my left nipple. "You have to put this away first. That will put itself away in a couple of minutes." he smiled. "Ok deal," I released his dick after a quick squeeze. I spun away from him and headed into the kitchen laughing. I poured the old coffee down the sink and poured us each a new cup as Philly started making breakfast. My breasts were burning where he had touched me. I loved the feeling. The following week, Donald and I had a major blowout over some outfit I was going to wear. I wanted to just end it with him, but... and this is going to sound twisted, but remember I was only 19 at the time, I still wanted to continue this thing with Philly. Part of the attraction was the naughtiness of it. I wanted him to fuck me; it's all I thought about now. There was no easy way to stop seeing Donald and start up with Philly. Besides, it was getting to be the end of the school year and I didn't know if I wanted to start up with someone new just before summer. The other thing was that I thought this thing with Philly might be just kind of a passing infatuation. Time would tell. If Donald had known about any part of what was happening between Philly and I, he would've been a homicidal maniac. Even though we weren't really dating in the strictest terms, I had been spending a fair amount to time over there and could understand Donald's possessiveness. I think the danger was what made it so intoxicating. There was something more to it too. It was the exhibitionist thing going on, that made my heart race. I'd pretend not to be showing off and Philly pretended not to look and it was driving us both insane. In a way, I felt really bad about the weekend before, I had let it get out of hand. Philly must've had the worst case of blue balls. I wanted to make it up to him. I hadn't talked to Philly since everything had happened. It drove me crazy when I thought about it later. I could still feel his oily hands kneading my breasts. I don't know if it comes across as hot here as it still is in my mind. Just the idea of kneeling on a chair naked letting my boyfriend's roommate look at me and feel me up was one of the hottest things I'd done. It was just insane. I can't tell you how many nights I got myself off thinking about what I had done, about what I had shown Philly. Well, as a result of the fight, I didn't go to Donald's house that weekend. I went home instead. That got Donald's attention somewhat and during the following week, he half assed apologized. I had already decided that I was done with Donald. I just had to resolve this thing between Philly and I. So after missing a weekend at Donald's place, I was looking forward to seeing what would happen if and when I did finally show up. Donald and I worked out our differences once again. That following Friday, he took me out to dinner and when we got back to the apartment. Philly and couple of his friends were hanging around watching a ball game. I hung out for a little bit, but was really pretty tired and so went to bed early. Donald stayed up with the guys drinking and having a good time. He didn't get to bed until after 3am. He wicked drunk and wanted to get amorous, but I didn't feel it and so claimed to be too tired and put him off. He was pissed but passed out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. I got up around 7 the next morning, put on the ratty tee shirt again and padded out into the kitchen. Coffee was on and breakfast was already cooking. Philly poured me a cup of coffee and I repaid him with a big smile. I didn't say anything, I just watched him make breakfast over the rim of my cup. He really did have a good body and as usual he was only wearing a pair of baggy shorts that I suspect he slept in. He brought us each a plate of French Toast and bacon, refilled my coffee and then sat down. We chatted away about what had been going on since we last saw each other. He asked what was going on with Donald and I filled him in on the details. He kind of smiled a little when I told him that I was probably going to stop seeing him. After breakfast, I helped to clean up the kitchen and we went into the living room to have another cup of coffee and visit some more. "So, how's your back?" He asked I was sitting on the sofa across from him with my legs folded under me. I felt my nipples immediately begin to tighten. He must've seen my shirt form twin teepees. I smiled at him over my cup, "Well... actually its little sore, I think it's that bed." "Why don't you lie down on the couch and I'll get the oil." When he got up, I saw that he was getting a little excited too. As soon as he left the room, I slipped off the tee shirt and lay on my belly naked on the couch. In the few seconds that had gone by, I was so turned on I can't tell you. He came back into the living room and gave me a pillow from his bed. "You look so good lying there like that" he smiled. "I'm glad I asked if you wanted another back rub, I almost didn't." I had my arms up around the pillow and turned my head to look back over my shoulder. "I'm glad you did too, my back felt better for days after the last one..." I smiled and reminded him... "But remember... no peeking." "Ok he said, I'm going to give you a full body massage today. Is that ok with you?" "Sure, that sounds great," I murmured and closed my eyes to enjoy what was to come. He started with my back in the same place I had described earlier. It felt as good as last time. He spent a lot of time on my back, neck and arms. Again, he almost put me to sleep. It was a very slow, strong backrub that really got into my muscles. I could feel the muscles just releasing and relaxing, it was amazing. Then he moved to my feet and gave me the most incredible foot massage I've ever had. Every toe and little muscle of my foot was done. Then he worked on my legs up to mid thigh, doing first one, then the other. Next, he continued to my upper thighs, spreading my legs further and further as he went. My exposed pussy throbbed. I knew he could see it and I knew he could see how wet I was, that just made me feel wilder yet. He poured some oil on my butt cheeks and started to slowly massage my butt. His hands moved down to my thighs and then back up to my cheeks again. He poured even more oil on my butt just above my back opening, I felt the lotion dribble down over that secret place and his fingers chased it. He rubbed lotion all around and on it. I caught my breath as he touched so intimately. He stopped. I relaxed and let him do what he wanted. We didn't say anything to each other. Then he started to rub again and his fingers followed the oily trail to my open pussy. He began rubbing oil on the area between the bottom of my pussy and my back opening. I don't know about other women, but that area is so hot and sensitive for me. He rubbed the rim of the bottom of my pussy, gently pinching and kneading the sensitive skin there. He put his hands under my hips and raised me to my knees so that my ass was high in the air and my pussy totally exposed. He wrapped his hands around my upper thighs and moved them up slowly. His hand moved slowly from my thighs and onto my pussy. At first that was it, just that glancing contact, but he poured more oil on my butt. I felt it running down the crack of my bum and onto my open pussy. His hand chased it down again and now he was rubbing my soft, tender pussy. He pushed my legs further apart and reaching under me, his fingers rubbed the area above my clit and then slowly methodically massaged each outer lip. I moaned into the pillow and rolled my butt up even higher to give him better access. I didn't stop him. He slipped a finger slowly and deeply into me. I arched into it moaning and rolling my hips. I could hear his shaky breathing behind me and the wet sounds his finger was making as he moved it slowly inside me. Almost against my will, I squeezed my pussy around his finger and heard him whisper a soft groan. Wet fingers rolled my clit and I moaned even harder. It was getting harder to breath. I was losing control. Fingers from two hands gently pulled my outer pussy lips open. They began caressing my tender inner lips. I had my face buried in the pillow, moaning and panting out my passion. I didn't want to make any noise, but I couldn't take much more of this. I pushed his hand away and rolled over onto my back. I lay there with my legs spread, my breasts were heaving with nipples swollen and huge. I was so worked up that my brain was just buzzing. I was right on the edge of an orgasm of epic proportions. His beautiful eyes were eating me up. I just looked at him, I couldn't even really speak. "You are so fucking hot, Jenn. He doesn't deserve you." I just smiled at him and licked my lips, my mouth was so dry. I was way too excited and couldn't do any more. He bent down and tenderly kissed me on the lips, then kissed the sides of my face, my neck and then... my nipples. I arched my back and pulled his head to me. He pushed my breasts together as much as he could and sucked both nipples into his mouth. I had to bite down on my arm to keep from crying out. The Seduction Then he continued to kiss his way down my body. He kissed my belly button running his tongue around it. I pulled the pillow over my face when he started to move lower. I opened my legs for him. The first kiss was on the hood of my clitoris; then his tongue flicked across the small, swollen head of my pink pearl. I arched my back again and moaned into the pillow. I began to roll my hips again. I can't control how I move when I get excited. I writhe all around. His strong lips sucked on my nether lips, pulling and teasing my pussy open even further. His hands moved under my butt pulling me to him, demanding that I submit. I moaned into the darkness of my pillow giving myself over to whatever he desired. He slipped his tongue deep into me and slowly fucked me with it before spreading my fleshy folds wide open attacking my exposed clit. He sucked on it like it was little dick as he ran his tongue softy over and around it. I was rolling all over the couch now. I was so close to coming. My breath starting to come in short gasps. My belly was starting to ripple and I was moving away from him slightly. He reached up and cupped my swollen breasts and began rolling my nipples between wet fingers. Then it hit me, I arched my back and screamed into the pillow. Fireworks were going off in my head and I lost all sense of time and place as the waves of pleasure carried me away. It felt like it went on forever. I had to push him away; my clit was far too sensitive for any more attention right now. I knew he must be watching and that just made it all the more intense for me. I could feel my pussy spasmming as my orgasm claimed me. It was a couple of minutes before I could do anything. I still lay there with my legs spread and when I finally moved the pillow away, the bright sunlight hurt my eyes. He was looking at me. "You are so fucking beautiful" he said shaking his head. I could see that he was wickedly aroused and I wanted more. I wasn't thinking about Donald just now, I was too far gone. I reached up and pushed his shorts down so that his dick popped out. I looked at it and was lost. I wanted him inside me, I wanted to feel it. "Why don't you take these off and finish your massage on this side." I coaxed. He smiled, got off the couch and slipped out of his shorts. I was surprised at the size of his dick. It was long and bent sharply up; pointing to the sky... and it was throbbing. Then he got back on the couch between my legs. He took oil and dribbled it on my chest and belly and began to rub it in. I closed my eyes and soon he was rubbing my breasts. It felt exquisite. His hands moved down my body to my belly and then lower. He pushed my legs further apart so that my pussy was wide open. He rubbed it and moved back up my body to my breasts again. He put his hands under my lower back and lifted me as he stroked from my hips up to my rib cage. Then I felt the weight of his body leaning over me. I opened my eyes and he gently kissed my lips. He slid his tongue along my soft lips coaxing me to open my mouth. I met his tongue with my own. It was a sweet kiss filled with pent up passion. I could taste myself on his tongue. His hands were on either side of my face softly caressing me. Then I felt him shifting as we kissed. His kissing began more demanding and erotic. I could feel him breathing hard and it was getting me all worked up again. I felt is dick bounce against my inner thigh. Without really thinking, I reached down and wrapped my hand around it. It was pulsating in my hand; the end was sticky with precum. I gently stroked him and he was going crazy. His tongue was fucking my mouth as I gave it a mini blow job. I was getting crazy here to. I was soaking wet and so ready for this dick. It's been 2 weeks since I had had sex and I needed something to relieve the frustration of my earlier encounters with Philly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the alarm bells were going off, I was afraid to do it here, I was afraid of how loud we would be. I was afraid of how loud I would be. Then he moved his hips forward and I rubbed his dick up along the soft, wet folds of my open pussy. He moaned deep down in his throat, I moaned as I rubbed him against my swollen clit. I positioned the head of his dick at my hot entrance. I broke our kiss and looked at him with lust filled eyes. "Do you wanna fuck me?" I breathed in a moaning whisper. He bit his lower lip and sucked a deep breath and nodded his head. I smiled and simply said "ok" "Oh God!" He whispered as he slid into me with no hesitation at all. I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around him. I pulled him down for another kiss. It was the only way to stay more or less quiet. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues fought for dominance over one another. His dick was long and it was slowly slipping into me. It seemed to take forever, until he was buried deep in my warm folds. It felt awesome. I was rolling my hips from side to side and up and down on him as he lay not moving on top of me. He broke the kiss and my head rolled back, I was biting my bottom lip and trying to be as quiet as possible. "Jennifer, you feel so fucking incredible, I can't believe we're doing this." He whispered into my ear. "Me either" I moaned... "You feel so big in me", I continued rolling my hips on his dick. I squeezed my pussy around his dick and he moaned in pleasure. He slid his dick slowly back out and then plunged deep back into me. I put my arm in my mouth and bit down to keep from screaming. I arched my back and rolled to the side and then thrust back at him. He slowly began to fuck me. I was totally out of control though. I was thrashing around on the couch as he drove me wild with his dick. He stopped about half way in and I continued swiveling my hips on him. He bent down and kissed me again and I attacked his tongue sucking on it as if it were his dick. He broke off the kiss and put his mouth next to my ear and nibbled on the ear lobe before whispering how he'd been jerking off for the last 3 weeks about me. I put my arms around his neck and rubbed his hair. "Why" I moaned... I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear it from his side. You are so fucking sexy, that tee shirt drove me crazy. I was hard the second you walked into the kitchen wearing that. He slid a couple of quick strokes into me. I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm. "I saw you looking at me," I whispered. "It felt good" You don't know this, but when you stood in front of the window cooking, I could see right through the shirt. I couldn't believe what gorgeous tits you have. He was moving into me with long lazy strokes now as I writhed beneath him. "Then when we had that water fight, I almost had to go to my room and jerk off right there." "Really" I moaned... this was getting me so there. I love it when a guy tells me how hot he is for me. "Umhummm" he moaned as he circled his hips in opposite time to mine. I moaned and arched into him again, kissing his neck and rubbing his hard ass. "Oh god, Jenn... I could see every detail of your tits, these nipples are so fucking intense. But then we had the water fight and you bent over to clean up the floor and I saw this beautiful pussy of yours..." "Oh my god I moaned... you saw my pussy", I started moving faster on him. He continued... "Then a couple of weeks ago when I gave you the first backrub and you got naked for me on the chair, when I turned around and saw you sitting there like that You looked so beautiful that I couldn't even move for a few seconds. Your gorgeous titties were right there and that sweet ass of yours hanging off the chair. I just couldn't take it. I didn't think you knew how much you were showing but you were so beautiful sitting there like that. If I had had my camera, I would've taken those dirty pictures of you." "I would've let you!" I whispered back hoarsely. "I knew you could see me and it had me so hot, I thought I was going to explode." "Oh fuck, he groaned... you're fucking incredible." He moaned. "You don't know how much I wanted to fuck you right there." I pulled him down to me and attacked his mouth again. I was moaning and crying out and trying to hide it. The combination of what he was saying and doing were too much for my overloaded senses. My breath was coming in gasps now and then it hit me. I was thrusting at him for everything I was worth. Then I drove myself onto him and he stopped moving as I exploded into a massive orgasm. I was kissing his face as the orgasm claimed me. I tried to be as quiet as I could, but was still pretty loud. In my haze, I could hear Philly just whispering oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... over and over. He was frozen with his dick buried deep in my pussy as I came, my soft pussy gently crushing his hard member as the spasms wracked my body. He held my hips forcing me to be still, but I was still clenching my pussy muscles. I couldn't help it. I opened my eyes, his eyes were squeezed shut and he was trying to will himself not to come. I stayed as still as I could with that big cock buried in my still quivering pussy. He got control, but we still didn't move for a couple of minutes. He just lay on me with his dick buried deep into my body, my legs splayed wide apart. We kissed. Passionately. He broke the kiss asking how this had all happened. He had a huge smile on his face. "You were giving me a backrub." I said to him returning his smile. "Silly!" "Wanna switch places?" He suggested. I looked at the clock.!t was a quarter to 10, plenty of time. We rolled over with him still inside me until I was lying on top of him. I sat up, resting my hands on his chest as I adjusted my feet and accommodated myself to how he fit inside me like this. He was in deeper now filling me completely. He put his hands on my sides and started rubbing as I began to slowly move on him. He moved his hands up and began rubbing my breasts. I bent down and kissed him as I moved. He was meeting my movements with thrusts of his own, burying himself into my warm depths. I nibbled his ear and whispered how much I like to have my nipples played with. "Pull them, twist them... bite them" I whispered breathlessly. I sat back up and he did as I told him. I'd move up off him and he'd pull me back down by my nipples. When he twisted them to the right, I moved in a circular motion to the right and same for the other direction. I bent down again and allowed him to suck one into his mouth and he gently bit and suckled me. I loved it and was moving faster on him now. He pushed me up and whispered for me to lean back, he wanted to see my pussy. I did as he asked. I leaned back and knew he could see it all. Just the idea of what he was seeing notched my own excitement up a few notches. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around my pussy lips and squeezed as I moved. Then he pulled the lips even further open and there was my swollen clit peeking out from the stretched folds of my busy pussy. I leaned further back, trying to control my mounting excitement. My breathing was ragged and spastic, I was starting to hyperventilate. I was getting dizzy and moaning as quietly as possible. Then he started doing gentle rotations on my clit with his wet thumb. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to control it and then I just exploded again. I sat up in a rush and felt the world close in on as I started to pass out while the orgasm claimed me. I almost fell on top of Philly, shaking in throes of pleasure. Philly was rubbing my back and I was still slowly moving on him. I could feel the length of him still moving in and out as I climaxed on his slippery dick. I finally somewhat recovered and he was still moving inside of me. I looked up at him with satisfied eyes and saw that he was relaxed too. I hadn't realized it because of my own intense reactions, but he had come with me. Even now, I could feel that last of the post orgasm contractions surging in his dick as he continued to slowly fuck me. I crossed my hands on his chest and then rested my chin them. I smiled up at him. It was almost as if Philly sensed me looking at him. He opened his eyes looking down at me with a lazy, satisfied smile. "So..." I smiled, "happy?" "Oh my god!" he almost laughed, "You know I'll never get enough of you!" I just smiled, he was getting excited again and beginning pump a little faster into me. "You owe me breakfast you know." I teased. He looked down at me and laughed quietly... "I'm kind of busy right now though if you know what I mean." "Really, too busy for me to have my breakfast, what are you doing anyway that you're so busy?" I teased. He looked at me with bright eyes... "Well... to be honest with you, I'm fucking this incredibly beautiful girl with the tightest pussy I've ever been in." I laughed, "Philly the mouth on you, I declare." He laughed and I still looked up at him as if nothing was happening even as I was rotating my hips in time to his gentle thrusting. "Does she feel good, this girl whose pussy you're fucking?" I asked him "Oh my god," he whispered, "she feels fantastic!" I squeezed my pussy around his dick and he moaned under his breath. I smiled at him. "Sounds pretty nice, I bet it looks pretty too, especially wrapped around that nice big cock of yours." "Oh it does, I can't even tell you how beautiful that is. But then the girl herself is a stunner, she's drop dead gorgeous." He breathed I squeezed his dick with my pussy again and again, he moaned in pleasure. "It sounds like she likes what you're saying about her." I said still smiling up at him Well it's all true, But I have to tell you, I'm kind of hoping for blowjob too. She hasn't done that yet and I'm pretty sure she's really pretty fantastic at that too. "Eeeewwww.... You want her to put your cock in her mouth, Philly... that's sick!" Philly looked down at me, I was still smiling up at him. "Really?" he asked. "Well," I conceded, "probably not, I was just teasing you. I think you should just tell her what you want. If you're talking to me and fucking her, then she probably won't mind sucking your cock either. I suspect you're right about her being good at that and she probably likes it to." "Really" he smiled, "you think she likes it." "I'm pretty sure" I smiled back. "Besides, she hasn't had her breakfast yet, that might give her something to hold her over." "Jenno" he said seriously... "I can't even begin to tell you how much I would love that!" I looked up at him for a moment before saying simply "Ok". I lifted myself off his throbbing member and slid down his body until it was right there. I stroked it a few times; it was wet with our combined juices. He was looking right at me, without breaking eye contact; I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Philly's eyes rolled back and he moaned too loudly. I took him out of my mouth and giggling, warned him to be quiet if he wanted me to continue. He nodded and I went back to work on him. I was still pretty young and probably not the greatest at giving a blowjob. But I liked it and I figure that had to count for something. I hadn't been sucking for more than maybe 5 minutes and I could see that he was getting close. I slowed down for a little while to give him some time to recover. When he was calmer, I went back to work on him. At one point, I looked up and he was watching me. I could see the heat in his eyes. I released him for a moment. "You like this, don't you?" I smiled, "you like watching me suck your dick." He just smiled and nodded, he seemed to be speechless, I sucked him back in and went back to work. I was working on him when I felt the head of his dick begin to swell and his breathing started getting faster. "Oh my god, Jenn", I'm going to come he whispered hoarsely. "Jenn..." He moaned in a strained voice and tried to push away. "I can't stop it!" Then a moment later, he exploded and blew his load into my mouth. I stroked and sucked him through his orgasm, I had one hand cupping his balls gently squeezing them as he convulsed through his spasms. I was kind of amazed with how much come he shot into my mouth, it seemed to just keep shooting from his dick. I just kept swallowing as more and more it flowed from him. He watched the whole time the came, he watched me swallow it all and continue suck and kiss his dick. It was finally over and I continued to kiss and lick his member even as it began to soften. I slid back up and cuddled next to him. He cupped my breast and softly rubbed and fondled it, teasing my nipple as we both lie there trying to calm down from the last bit of adventure. "Were you serious when you said you'd let take some pictures of you"? He asked. I nodded... "If you want to, just don't let anyone else see them." He got up and went to his room for his camera. I looked at the clock, it was 10:30. Time was getting short. He came back and I was still lying on the couch. He began to take his pictures, dirty pictures that boys like so much. I felt like a goddess just then and I let take pictures of every detail of the goddess. It only took 15 minutes and it was all over. He had his pictures and I had my adventure. I broke it off with Donald that afternoon and never saw him again. Philly and I started to see each other for the remainder of the school year. He was exactly the opposite of Donald in that he loved men to check me out and even gave me some of his old tee shirts to wear. I used to wear them when we'd go riding on his motorcycle, his friends seemed to like the tee shirts too. The muscle shirts I saved for when it was just him and me out being crazy. I wore one to a beach one time and it drove him absolutely crazy when I walked out the water with it plastered to my body revealing all my treasures to other men on the beach. Philly and I are still close and get together whenever we can. I continued to let him take pictures of me even if I was dating someone else. He has more pictures of me now than anyone else I know. The Seduction There goes a story in the old Indian literature, which narrates about an ascetic, who performed a tapasya (meditation) to please the gods. The gods were apprehensive of the powers he would beget in case he succeeded in his motives, and sent a supernatural beauty, an apsara to disrupt his meditation. The rest is left to the imagination. Let the imagination run wild............... Suddenly, the sound of ghungroos filled the air. The whole atmosphere was bathed in divine orange hue, and the whole place smelled with a heady flowery fragrance. The sound of ghungroos approached closer, chum...chum...chum. Soon, the sound of ghungroos was accompanied by various other musical instruments, played by other divine beauties, who gathered around in a semi circle. These voluptuous, curvaceous beauties were dressed in pure white and gold, and the whole atmosphere was bathed in a sensual aura by the presence of these dazzling beauties. One could hear the footsteps, adorned with ghungroos, following the beat, moving the lithe body in a tantalizing sensuous sway. The music and the ghungroos, made for a spell binding rhythm, and the invigorating fragrance, and the soft orange hues of light laced the atmosphere in a sensuous hue, with the lithe body of the dancer, swaying to the music, swirling and twirling, dancing as if under a spell. The ascetic, unnerved with all this, continued with his meditation. He could sure inhale the fragrance, and perceive the presence of the dancer, swinging, swaying and moving around him in gentle sensuous movements, her supple, elastic frame moving in unison with the music. The music turned faster, but despite this, was pleasing to ears. Fast beats, as if the music was struggling to keep pace with the movements of the apsara, and the apsara trying to stay a pace ahead of the music. Beads of perspiration glimmered all over her body, reminiscent of the burning desire within, to let her sexuality overwhelm everything that crossed her way and flood the atmosphere with her sensual heat, tinged with her feminine perfume and the floral scent that bathed the atmosphere. The dancer now moved in a closer circle to the ascetic, and filled his nostrils with her delectable perfume, a heady mix together with the flowery fragrance of the atmosphere. She would dance inches from the ascetic, making him feel her presence and her warmth. The ascetic was a bit disturbed now. He was now visibly perturbed with the sense of someone moving so close to him, in front, at the back, at his side, he could feel the presence of warm soft flesh, he could feel the heat emanating from her form, and he could smell the feminine perfume fill his nostrils. He could feel her warmth and almost hear her heartbeats, beating fast in a sensuous rhythm, and feel her bosom heaving with oozing sensuality. She was dancing just inches from him, sometimes stooping so low that her lips were just inches from his, or her breasts were just about grazing his cheeks, or stood close to his with her mound of Venus right in front of his nose, filling his nostrils with her feminine perfume. She was growing bolder and bolder with each step; now her breasts would nearly graze his back, now she would turn around and let her hips press into his back. When she twirled, her clothes would send a gentle breeze across his body. She was now stooping in front of him, her breasts just inches from his face. He was quite perturbed by now and opened his eyes in a trance. Before him stood the divine charms, a dazzling angelic beauty one could only imagine in one's dream, and could hardly imagine seeing in his lifetime. He watched in awe the divine beauty, standing before him adorned in gold and white. Her blonde hairs were braided with sweet smelling jasmine, soft flowing tresses flowing down to her hips. Her face was reminiscent of an innocent child, perfect oval with big ocean blue eyes, lined with kohl and the traditional eye make up, a small delectable nose, high cheek bones, and fuller lips a shade of red roses, soft and delicate like the flower itself. She had a long slender neck, with raised collarbones below which started the expanse of her pert breasts, which stood proud, veiled in the translucent chiffon cloth that restrained them. Under this veil, the pink nipples, crushed against the gold ornaments, nevertheless were sufficiently on display in all their glory through the translucent fabric. The elaborate design of the ornament, adorning those precious rubies, displayed them teasingly rather then concealing them, unwittingly drawing attention to these juicy feasts. The half globes of soft succulent flesh struggled unsuccessfully to free themselves from the gold ornament that held them together. Her ribs tapered down to a narrow waist to flare up again in lush beautiful hips, covered with gold ornaments and white satin embroidered with gold border. Her thighs, whose shape was evident from the fabric, that caressed them, tapered down to long, shapely legs, with golden ghungroos, tied around the ankles. The numerous round of saree was draped sufficiently so as not to reveal a thing, but at the same time, giving the hint of the promising treasure concealed underneath. The music was now down to a slow sensual beat, and she, oblivious to the music stood just inches from him, looking intently into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts. Her bosom heaved and her breasts, with little pearls of sweat adorning them, rose and fell in a rhythmic beat, trying to follow the beats of the music. Something stirred between his legs, and he forgot his purpose, the reason why he was here, mesmerized, with their gaze locked, he lifted his hands to draw her close, but only succeeded in getting hold of the delicate chiffon material, that covered her upper body, when suddenly, as if awoken from a deep slumber, she twirled away from him. The fabric, with a gentle caress of her breasts gathered in the hands of the ascetic. She continued with the dance, her form more charming now that only a gold ornament covered her upper body, drawing attention to her feminine charms, instead of serving their purpose of hiding them from the eyes of the earthly creatures, full of animal lust. Her pink nipples were already hard, struggling against the gold ornament, as if pleading with it to let them go, to be freed from their confines, His hands were now eager to squeeze her beautiful breasts, to see them in their natural forms, see her divine charms in the natural beauty she was born with, devoid of any earthly restraints, and mold them to the shape of his hands, knead them, ravish them, feast on them, his mind raced to imagine thousands of things he would love to do with those breasts. Suddenly, twirling and dancing to the fast beat of music, she moved in close to him, took his hands in hers, and pressed them to her breasts, leaving him exasperated. Caressing her breasts with his rough hands, she slowly turned around, looking back seductively in his eyes, locking them for a moment, and then dropping them to draw his attention to the knot of fabric on her back, that helped the gold ornament confine her breasts in captivity. His hands reluctantly slid away from her breasts, caressing the bulge on her sides till they came to the knot, and tried, trembling and shaking, to undo the knot, his eyes drooled in anticipation of the feast that lay ahead. No sooner had the knot been untied, and the fabric fell on her sides, she swayed away swiftly and sensually to the fast rhythm of music, holding the ornament with her palms, teasing him, letting the pressure go, and allowing the jewel to slide down, till a large portion of her areole and hard pencil erasers of her turgid buds peeked from behind her fingers. She danced towards him, and as soon as his hands reached for her soft mounds, she moved back, leaving the ornament in his hands. She slowly danced backwards, her globes freed from the confines of the ornament, jiggling and jumping as if celebrating their independence, eager to dance to their own tune. The site she presented was sufficient to bring the dead back to life, before her sat a humble human, or rather a beast, deluged in her charm, seething with animal lust, with nothing but just the burning desire to spend himself in her eternal beauty. Her pale unblemished skin glowed in the orange light, with beads of perspiration glowing like pearls on her skin. The divine beauty, irresistible even in a plain dress and devoid of any ornamentation or makeup, was leaving no stone unturned in waking the animal in this ascetic, and tame him with her feminine charms. She raised her hands and folded them above her head, making her proud jugs stand out, the pink peaks provocatively inviting. The flat of narrow stomach, adorned with a deep belly button, adorned with a glowing jewel, tapered out to form the perfect figure any women could possess. Her lower body was covered with a fine silken fabric, tied low, just above her pubic mound. She presented a heavenly sight, worth dying just for a glimpse of her. She drew her knees to the outside; nearly seating her in a squatting position, making her labia thrust out, and form an outline against the thin fabric. She lowered her hands and brought them forward, in a mark of respect to the ascetic, and then standing slowly up, lifted one leg, and placed it on her inner thigh, standing in a dance mudra, like a goddess, a statue sculpted in white marble. Only the beads of perspiration, and the slow rise and fall of her bosom with each inhalation, gave her identity away, of being a living creature. Slowly twirling on her toe, she slowly resumed her dance, turning her back to him, presenting him with the uncovered expanse of her back, the hour glass figure only wrapped in a thin silken fabric. Swaying slowly and sensuously to the beats of music, she moved towards him, and pulled out an end of the fabric tucked in front, and waved the small end of fabric before his face. Coaxing him to hold the fabric, she danced backwards, jumping on one step, raising the other till her leg was parallel to the ground, letting the fabric slowly peeled of her shapely thighs, revealing the enchanting beauty further more, leaving him drooling. She was now only covered in a small gold ornament, barely covering her feminine charms, held in place by thin silken strings, hardly visible unless one strained to focus on them. The ornament was shaped in the form of a scorpion. The claws slightly parted her love petals, the pink of her cleft seductively inviting, and the stinger curved sensuously to rest on her nub, the claws spread across her labia, as if trying to claw her. She danced to the beats, and turned and swirled, swaying sensuously to the music. The ascetic was having a hard time containing himself: While she danced with her face to him, the lush ripe melons of her globes laced with cherries were provocatively inviting, the feminine charms, accentuated by the golden ornament were irresistible temptations. When she turned around, she appeared in her complete natural charms, the thin strings of the ornament hardly visible, snug between her ass cheeks, and the elegant hour glass figure, the dimples on the small of her back, and the broad expenses of her juicy supple ass cheeks, tapering into superbly crafted long legs, were a treat to the eyes. Unable to contain himself, he got up and moved towards her, the bulge in his lion cloth was a pointer to the animal lust which had overtaken him. Hearing something move behind her, she turned around, and seeing him move forward, she froze in her place. The ascetic moved slowly forward, as if drawn forward by a spell. Just a few inches from her, he stopped, and watched her angelic beauty intently, before taking her chin in his hands, and murmur inaudibly, "What is your name young one, and where do you come from? To be continued.... The Seduction My heart pounded while I remembered her moans from earlier as I pressed her against the bathroom stall and I hurried to get inside the house and find her. Throwing the door open, I was surprised by the darkness as the warm smell of vanilla drifted over me. I closed the door quietly behind me, tiptoed into the living room, and found her curled up in the chair, bathed in the soft glow from the candles. Smiling, I tossed my hat on the couch and kneeled down in front of her, listening to her breathing. I felt drunk as I watched her breasts rise and fall underneath the silk pink nightie. My fingers ached to touch her. Sitting up, I brushed my lips across her cheek and whispered, "Hey." I leaned back and watched her nose twitching as she started to wake, her eyes fluttering open. A smile lit up her face as her eyes focused on me. Stretching, she said, "Hey. You're home late." Reaching out, I cupped her check, tracing my thumb along her bottom lip. "I had some last minute reports to finish." "I missed you." Her tongue flicked across my thumb, then she sucked it into her mouth. I let my fingers glide up her leg, wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. I stood up, bringing her with me. Her fingers fumbled at my waist as she unhooked my heavy belt and pushed at me to walk backwards. I stumbled a couple of steps back and then stopped, smiling a little as she pushed at me to move. I grabbed her thick hair, holding her still, as I licked and nibbled at her lips. I heard the thump of my belt hitting the floor as we stood in the hallway kissing. Feeling her hands seize my waist, I moved backwards as she guided us into the bedroom. I felt the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed as she broke our kiss and stepped back. Reaching out I grasped her hand and pulled her back into my arms. I felt her heart thrumming as she snuggled against me. "I'm not going anywhere. I just think you're a little overdressed." Her voice was teasing. "I'm not the only one," I whispered in her ear while pulling her nightie over her head. I watched, my mouth watering, as the silk brushed against her taut nipples. Turning us around, I pushed her onto the bed. My blood pounded in my ears as her skin flushed under my gaze. I needed to feel the smooth curves of her warm body under mine. "Don't move," I ordered while I stripped. Her giggle filled my ears and I pulled up shirt over my head almost missing her singsong, "You're not at work you know." Tossing my shirt to the side, I sensed her excitement as she lounged on the bed, watching me...waiting for me. "I know exactly where I am and I know exactly what I want," I said as I stepped between her legs. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she glanced up at me, her eyes dark. "I know what I want, too," she murmured while her fingers reached out to touch me. "Mmmm. I don't think so," I said as I grabbed her wrists. Pushing her flat onto the bed, I settled between her legs as I felt her thighs wrapping tight around my hips, hugging me close. Holding her wrists in my hands as I leaned over to kiss her, I watched her eyes flick to the side. Following her gaze, my eyes fluttered as I saw that she'd laid out her favorite toys. I grabbed the silk tie, my heart racing as I wondered who was doing the seducing. Holding her hands gently in mine, I stared into her eyes and found only desire. I flashed her a little smile when she winked at me while I tied up her hands. She laid her arms back, above her head and arched her body up against mine. An electric jolt spread from my hardening nipples throughout my body as we moved together. I flicked my tongue across her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. She tasted faintly of soap when I laved her breast. I wanted to taste her. I needed to taste her. I ignored her as she chanted, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." I sucked hard at her breast and then soothed her with my tongue as the taste of soap faded away and the taste I craved, her, filled my mouth. Her moans surrounded me as I felt her shifting and rubbing against my hip. Grasping her hips, I held her still, mumbling around her nipple. "Stay still." I smiled as I felt her fighting to calm her body down...to hold still underneath me. My hips felt cold as she relaxed, her legs falling open. I felt her pounding heart under my tongue as I sucked and licked a path across her skin and up the curve of her breast. Tonguing her nipple, I sucked her breast into my mouth, while my hands held tight to her hips. I tasted her, smelled her, heard her chanting my name, and felt her soft curves and I groaned. I licked up her neck, mesmerized as I saw her tongue dart out, wetting her lips. I pressed our lips together, kissing her. Our tongues brushed together and I wanted to swallow her whole. We moaned into the kiss and I was desperate for more. Breaking the kiss, I lapped at her swollen lips as her eyes begged me for more. She thrashed her head from side to side and her moans filled my ears as I traced kisses down her body while holding her hips still. "Shhhh. I promise to take care of you." I rested with my face between her legs for a minute, dizzy with heat. My fingers tingled as I slid them up her thighs, pushing her thighs open. Breathing in her scent, I felt drunk as my tongue explored her. Closing my eyes, I ate her cunt, drinking in her smell, her taste and the soft mewling noises she was making in the back of her throat. My mouth watered as I licked at her clit, back and forth, her taste filling my mouth. Trailing my tongue down, I slid it inside of her, licking and sucking as she wiggled beneath me. I felt my own body wet with desire, and I wanted more. I was pressing my tongue deep and rolling it back and forth, sucking in her wetness, when I realized that her fingers were pushing at my head. Backing off, I smacked her ass and ordered, "Hands up." "Fuck me," she begged pulling at my hair. "No. You're not behaving." Taking her hands, I stretched back up her body, rested her hands above her head and looked into her glazed-over eyes. "Hey. Are you with me?" "I need you to touch me. Please," she whimpered. I felt her entire body shuddering under my touch as I caressed her inner thigh. I kissed her swollen lips as my fingers stroked her clit. I massaged back and forth, moaning into her mouth when I felt her warmth surrounding me as I pressed my fingers deep inside of her. Panting against my mouth, she begged, "Don't stop." "I love it when you're wet for me." Fingering her, I moved deeper inside her until I touched her smooth, flat spot and I stroked at it, back and forth as her body arched into my touch. My blood was pulsing, my fingers coated with her wetness and wrapped in her heat. "Oh god, you feel so good," I groaned, her body so hot beneath me. I felt her arms wrap around my head as she pulled me close and kissed me. She licked at my lips, her tongue warm as she pressed it inside my mouth. I sucked her tongue as my fingers moved in and out of her, faster and faster. "Harder. Please. Harder," she moaned into my mouth and my heart lurched in my chest. Shifting, I moved my hip and pressed it against my hand as she chanted, "Oh god...yes...just like that." Rocking together, her panting and moaning filled my ears as I felt her shudder as her orgasm flowed through her body. My fingers felt a rush of wet warmth as she tightened around them. We lay together as I felt her body relaxing. "Untie my hands," she breathed, her legs falling open. I winked at her as I licked at my hand and untied her with my other hand. Sitting up on her elbows, she flicked out her tongue and licked at my fingers. I moaned as our tongues brushed against each other. I felt her hand press down, between our bodies as she slid her finger between my lips, caressing my clit. Wrapping her other arm around me, I sighed as she rolled us over and hugged me tight. I felt warm and safe and desperate for her touch. I moaned as she pressed her fingers inside me, stroking me. I closed my eyes, dizzy with need, as I felt her fingers teasing me...playing me. Only she knew how to touch me...to make me moan...to love me. Her lips felt moist as she kissed me, moving our bodies together. Her fingers massaged my clit and I felt it throbbing. I moaned when I felt her three fingers deep inside me. "Mmmmmm. I can feel you.," I panted. "You like that? Let me hear you," she whispered. I rocked my hips into her body as she stroked me faster...harder. "Oh god..." I moaned. My eyes closed as I felt the rush of heat flooding my body, her fingers caressing deep inside me, and I came. "Yesss," I hissed. Blinking my eyes open, I met her gaze as she pressed her lips against mine. Reaching down, I grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it over us. She settled on top of me, her lips brushing against mine as she breathed, "I was supposed to seduce you." "I'm always seduced by you," I smiled softly at her as her eyes drifted closed. The Seduction The Seduction He played this game for a short time, teasing her with his hands and his lips, until she was quivering uncontrollably, whimpering for some kind of release. Damon moved up behind her, and stroked her skin, gently, calming the trembling he had caused. She smelled leather, and she felt it on her wrists as he placed the cuffs on her. A thrill trickled down, from her head to her aching sex, as he ran his hands down over her back and bottom, then down her legs, and he fastened ankle cuffs to her as well. He kissed her calves, reverently, and continued back up her legs, until he reached her backside again. She moaned as she felt his lips on the round orbs, and then gasped as she felt his teeth. He bit her hard, smacking her other cheek with his hand as he did it. She cried out, and her pussy throbbed, fresh liquid starting to drip out of her. He ran his hands up between her thighs, feeling the dried cum of their garden encounter still there. He smiled, and said, "Very good my dear. You obeyed me, exactly as you should, mmmhmm…" She sighed at his voice, the rumbling so near her pussy making her brain short out. He continued, "You're my lil cumslut, aren't you?" She answered, "Yes," her voice quavering a little. He nodded, pleased, and led her over to the bed, bending her over the end of it so that her bottom was in the air and her face and arms resting on the bedspread. He grasped her wrists, and brought the cuffs together, clicking the links together behind her back. Now her face rested on the spread, and her butt was thrust even more into the air. She felt his hands again on her bottom, groping hard, kneading the pliable flesh. He brought his hand back, and slapped her ass hard, leaving a red imprint on the pale skin. She gasped, and he slapped her again, and yet again. Incredibly, she became even more aroused, the pain increasing her pleasure. After several spanks, he paused, rubbing the sore spots gently. She caught her breath, and then lost it again as he slipped 2 fingers into her very wet pussy. She could feel the heat from the spanking, and from him, burning into her, and she gasped out, "I'm going to cum!" He pulled his fingers out and smacked her pussy lips sharply, expressing disapproval. "Who's pussy is this," he thundered, as he smacked them again. Her eyes wide, she stuttered out, "Y-y-yours, o god, yours!" He smacked them again, and again, making her whimper and moan. "That's right, fuckdoll, MINE, and no one else's," he said, his voice stern, in control. She had no such control over her voice and body, and she writhed shamelessly under his hands. He plunged his fingers again into her, and fingered her furiously, smacking her on the ass with his free hand. "You want to cum, don't you," he breathed, never ceasing his plundering of her, "You want to cum now, and you will, won't you, my lil cumslut, my cockwhore, come on, cum on my fingers, CUM NOW!" She cried out and tightened her whole body as she came, soaking his hand in her ecstasy. He withdrew his fingers from her, and stood her upright, her body shaking. He removed the blindfold, but kept Tanya's hands bound behind her back. Damon led her over to his chair, and he stood before it, his shirt unbuttoned, but otherwise dressed. She found herself staring at the hard planes of his chest, the hair across it swirling down his belly in a thin line that led the eye to the front of his pants. She swallowed, as he motioned her even closer, flicking her eyes up to his as she moved forward to stand barely inches from him. She closed her eyes as he cupped her chin and kissed her, his tongue roaming within her mouth like a conqueror. He withdrew from the kiss, gazing at her with his lips slick with their saliva. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently, but firmly, pushed her down onto her knees. She looked up at him through the sweat dampened tendrils of her hair, her eyes glazed and lips puffy, and she watched his cock quiver. She felt like lust personified, on her knees with her wrists linked behind her back, panting through her lips. Damon unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his slacks, letting the soft fabric slide down his legs to the floor. His boxer-briefs followed quickly, and he stepped out of them, kicking the garments aside. She stared at his cock, so near her face, and licked her lips. He was so long…she remembered, vaguely, how big he was from the garden, but it had all been so rushed then, and now she had time to see him up close. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and she leaned forward, placing a wet kiss on the tip of his penis. While he watched, she used just the tip of her tongue to circle around the head, little tastes and licks that teased him. She slowly slid her tongue down the hard shaft, rubbing her cheek against the silky skin, purring at the heat pouring off of it. Tanya flattened her tongue on him, running it slowly up his cock, then back down, again taking her time to savor every delicious inch. She glanced up at him and grinned a little, and licked his balls rapidly, drawing them into her mouth one at a time. He sucked in a breath, and said in a slightly strained voice, "You are a saucy lil cocksucker, aren't you?" She laughed lightly, and licked her way back up his cock, her tongue moving in languid strokes. She reached the tip, and sucked it into her mouth, her tongue moving rapidly around the head. She opened her mouth a bit wider, and slid her lips down his hot shaft, slowly taking in as much as she could. Damon grasped a handful of her hair, right at the nape of her neck, and entwined his fingers, pulling her mouth further down onto him. She gagged a bit, and he eased up the pressure slightly. She moved her head and lips up, her tongue lapping around him in her mouth, and slid back down. She moaned around her mouthful, vibrating his shaft, and he gripped her hair tighter. He set up the rhythm he wanted, his heavier breathing and growls deep in his throat telling her when she was doing something he liked. She alternated sucking on him, and just licking him, taking her time or moving faster as he indicated. He tasted incredible; she lost herself within the taste and texture, moaning and sighing as she continued upon her task. Damon grabbed her head with both hands and held it still while he pumped his hips, fucking her mouth. Tanya squealed around his shaft, the violation driving her insane with desire. Her pussy throbbed, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease her lust. He noticed, and pulled her head up, waving his finger at her. "No, no, little slut, you don't get any release just yet," he leered, and he stood up, still holding her hair in his hands. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and as she did, he slid his cock in, pumping in a slow, deep rhythm. She relaxed her thighs, and did her best to accommodate his thick member. A steady stream of erotically dirty language slid out of his mouth, making her feel weak and used, and very excited. "I'm going to use you, little whore, make you beg for mercy, mmmhmm, turn you into my own personal lil cocksucking fuckdoll. Anytime I want you, you'll do it, won't you, you know you will, dirty lil slut, filthy cock gobbler, oh yes," and, "I'm going to fuck your goddamn brains out, mmm, make you scream, make you cum until you can't move, and then I'm going to cum on your pretty lil pussy, all over it, mmmhmm." She whimpered around her mouthful, looking up at him with tear glazed eyes. She wanted him so badly, loving the feel of his cock in her mouth, the names he called her, the way he had such control over her body; it made her almost want to cry in ecstasy. She continued to suck and lick him; her cheeks began to ache, but she kept on, wanting to show him what a good girl she could be. She wanted to touch him, stroke him with her fingers, and cup him in her hands. He finally stopped her, and she gratefully relaxed her sore facial muscles, licking her lips. Her mouth dry, she asked, "May I have something to drink?" He smiled and got her a glass of water from the bathroom, holding it for her to drink. He still had not unhooked the cuffs, and she wondered if she would be stuck like this the rest of the evening. He helped her off her knees, and massaged his hands all over her body, rubbing the ache from stiff muscles. She relaxed, the touch erotic and soothing all at once. Damon led Tanya over to the bed again, and helped her up onto the mattress, so that she was kneeling on it, facing away from him. She looked at him over her shoulder, wondering exactly what she should be doing next. He pushed her shoulders down, until she was face down on the bed, her ass sitting high up. He spread her legs, so that her aching sex was exposed to him, and he stroked that still marked flesh. He spread her cheeks, gripping her hard, kneading the soft flesh with his strong fingers. She moaned as he kissed the red hand marks, his teeth grazing the tender flesh, his tongue bathing the little hurts away. He circled his tongue around her bottom, until he finally, slowly, reached her pussy, and he spread her lips wide with his fingers, exposing every bit of it to his eyes. She felt his breath on her wet lips, hot and close, and she shivered with anticipation. The first lick was light, teasing, and she whimpered in her throat, her body trembling. He teased around her clit and lips, occasionally smacking her tender lips with his fingers. He plunged them into her cunt, slamming 3 fingers into her, stretching her, and she cried out, "Oh god, Yes!", as he almost furiously abused her pussy. She felt an orgasm building, as he alternated between finger fucking her and licking her hard little clit, never stopping the hard pace. She felt her cunt muscles tightening around his fingers, and he stopped, pulling his fingers out and running them up between her cheeks. Her eyes watered, and she nearly cried in frustration, when she felt him stand up behind her, and start rubbing his hot cock between her cheeks. He smacked her ass again, teasing her clit with the head of his cock. She could hear him smirking when he said, "You want to cum, don't you, fucking slut, and you will, when I want you to." His rubbing on her clit was making her head spin, and all she could do was whimper into the bedspread, her body quivering with need. He leaned forward over her back, and pulled her head back by her hair. He taunted her aching pussy with his shaft, and whispered into her ear, "Beg me to fuck you, cunt, beg me to stuff your wet pussy with my big cock, because I won't fuck you until you do." She croaked out, "please, please, fuck me, I need you to fuck me with that huge cock, please!" He smacked her ass again, sliding his cock between her slippery wet pussy lips. "Not good enough, whore, not nearly good enough," he said, cruelly slapping her ass again and again. She cried out, the smacks making her pussy drip juices all over his cock and balls. "Sir, please, dear god, please fuck me! I'm a dirty whore, I need you, I need your cock, please fuck me, let this lil fuckdoll please you!" "That's right slut, you need this," he growled, smacking her pussy lips with his hot shaft, "and I'm going to fuck you so hard, fuck your goddamn brains out, and you'll beg me for more, beg me to fuck you anyway I want, won't you, mmmhmmm…" With that, he slammed into her, one deep thrust that took him to the hilt inside her. She screamed, her body jerking, as he started thrusting hard into her, his hands holding her hips tight. Little yelps and whimpers continually issued from her lips, her eyes closed as she fought to control when she came. "Cum for me," he commanded, "cum on this hard dick, fucking cumslut, CUM NOW!" With the final command, she came hard, crying, her body singing with the ecstasy, her pussy gripping his cock hard. She kept cumming as he continued to pump into her wetness, her mind reeling. She felt his hand on her ass, smoothing her pussy juices into her tight hole. She felt his finger slid smoothly in, pumping with the same rhythm as his cock. She started to relax a little, and he slid another finger in, stretching her more. She whimpered at the pain, but forgot it just as quickly as he slid his cock out and slammed it back home. Another finger soon followed the first 2, and she was amazed at how good it felt. She knew he was going to fuck her in the ass, and at that point, she wanted it, wanted to feel herself totally violated by this man. He slowed his thrusts, alternating between sliding his slippery cock between her cheeks and pumping into her pussy, until she felt his cock head at her ass. She squealed as he slid just the head in, her muscles contracting around the large intruder. He slid in a bit further, and she instinctively moved back towards him, sliding more of him inside. He grunted with approval, and reached around to play with her clit. She relaxed a little more as he flicked her, until finally he slid all the way in. He started with slow, easy movements, his balls slapping her puffy labia, working his way up to harder and harder thrusts. She moaned into the bedspread, her mind shut down, as he grabbed her hair again, and pulled her head back, his other hand holding her hip firmly. "You like this?" he panted, his obvious excitement making his breathing heavy, "You like me fucking your ass, dirty bitch? Mmmhmm, tight little ass, oh yeah, gonna make me cum in that hot lil ass of yours, and on it, mmmhmm, and I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it, making you mine, all mine." She breathed out, "Oh yes, oh, oh, oh, please," wanting it so bad she couldn't hardly get the words out. He increased his tempo, still holding her head back, until with a loud moan, he came in her, pumping his hot cum deep inside her. She came as well, screaming at the sensation, her mind and body totally blown. He pulled out, and cum sprayed on her butt and back, as he coated her in his ecstasy. She collapsed, spent, onto the bed, her arms aching from being behind her back the whole time. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel his cum sliding out of her ass, and cooling on her flesh. He leaned forward, and unhooked the cuffs at her wrists, helping her to stand up. She could barely stand, and her body ached all over in delicious waves. She felt filthy and used, and she looked at him shyly, wondering what would happen now. He pointed her towards the bathroom, and said, "Go and clean up, my darling, and I'll see you when you are done." She tottered into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her, suddenly very shy. She heard him chuckle and then leave the bedroom, closing the door behind him. The Seduction The Seduction I walk into a crowded room, and can't help but notice you. There's a small group around you -- both men and women. You glance at me as I walk by. There's something visceral about you; something magnetic. I wait a bit, hoping the crowd will disperse. But it doesn't. I step near the edge of the crowd, right in front of you. You look at me, and I'm staring. You're startled, not sure if you should be alarmed... but you also feel a hum, a tingle, deep inside you. You look away, but smile. I'm drawn to you, and step into your circle. You look at me, surprised by my boldness. I ask if I can speak with you, just for a moment. You agree, and we step away from the crowd. Since your crowd has lost it's focus, they begin to disperse. I look into your eyes, lean close to your ear, and whisper: "I can feel your fire. It's time to release it." Your eyes go wide; your lip trembles. Should you be afraid, or should you hope -- that you may have finally found what you've been seeking? You feel a little fear, but the flame of your desire is lit. I tell you, "Come with me," and you nod. I take you home, and you're still a bit afraid. What have you gotten into? Are you safe? What's going to happen? As you look around, you realize that I'm prepared. I've obviously done this before. Maybe you're in good hands... maybe you have found what you've been seeking.... I notice you looking around as I hang up your coat. You're getting more comfortable, more at ease. Your heat is building as your fear subsides. I hand you a glass of wine, and you accept with a smile. I ask if you like to dance, because I need to get close to you; I need to feel your curves, your softness, your fire. Without waiting for your answer I turn on soft music and sweep you into my arms. I feel you melt against me, and I feel my desire build. You're almost ready to surrender... almost. After our first dance I stop, holding you closely. I lift my hand from your waist, and into your hair. You're expecting a kiss, and I want to devour you. My hand buries deeply into your hair, and I pull back, exposing the curve of your neck. My lips brush the base of your neck. With each kiss getting more insistent I continue up your neck -- sometimes gently, other times not. You've sagged against me; I feel the length of your body pressing against mine as I ravish your sultry neck. I suddenly stop -- and look deeply into your eyes. Then, without asking, my lips finally meet yours. Your lips are as soft as I imagined; mine burn with the fire you feel -- the fire of our desire. My tongue tastes your lips as they part; your lips encircle my tongue and gently suck on it. I can tell you're feeling lightheaded, and lost in the moment. The hand on your back slides lower, and I feel your luscious curves swell under my touch. With my hand cupping you, I squeeze and lift, pressing your body firmly into mine. You feel my desire, my hunger, pressing back. You lift your leg over mine, trying to pierce your hunger with my desire. That is inevitable now, and soon. My hand looses your hair, and reaches down to cup your swelling breast. You're lightly panting, and I feel a gasp from your breath as I rub the swell of your nipple through your clothing. You want my touch, and I want your pleasure. While one hand is cupping your heaving breast, the other draws up the hem of your dress. The hem inches up, revealing the top of your stockings, and, finally, your bare flesh. I feel your silky softness, and it's a softness that burns brightly in my hand. My hand caresses that softness, and slowly, but firmly, glides over the lace that hides your treasure. Your hips start to roll, pressing my hand over your lace-covered mound. I feel the moistness, like liquid fire, burn my hand. Our desire is white hot, and won't be held at bay much longer. We need to join together. We need to be one -- soon. My hand glides between your legs on a cushion of heat and moistness. I feel your hand reach out and cup the front of my trousers. My fingers, slick with your wetness, find a home between your parted lips. You gasp, and I'm careful to slide over the outside only... for now. It's all I can take. I MUST have you now. I lift you, and your legs wrap around me as I walk with you to the bed. Sitting you on it, I pull your dress over your head. You feel my heat; you feel my haste; you know I'm burning and will be consumed if I don't submerge into your liquid fire. Once your dress is gone, I remove your undergarments so you are gloriously naked before me. I take a moment in wonder at this heavenly sight. Then I push you down on the bed and firmly part your legs. All hesitation is gone; I have no more willpower to resist. Kneeling between your legs, I taste your delicate nectar as my tongue dances in your pool of liquid fire. It's purity and perfection tastes like nothing short of the nectar of the gods. My tongue dances over your lips, reveling in your taste. None have ever tasted so sweet; none have been more succulent. Not content to only dance over your lips, my tongue, with a broad stroke, parts your lips and slides in. Now, my lips are gently caressing yours. I hear you gasp; I feel you grasp my tongue inside you. I feel you're close; close to your center and white-hot flame; close to the first of many orgasms this night. My face is slick with your nectar. My tongue glides up, and teases your clit. Lightly, at first; and then firmly. I draw your clit into my mouth and suck on it. I work, up and down, and your flame will no longer be denied as your body rocks with pleasure, and the waves of your orgasm wash over. You're panting, and spent, but still hungry for more. Now I will not be denied; I gaze into your eyes and they burn; burn with hunger and passion. I'm at your entrance; you can feel my pressure on your lips... and I wait, but just for a moment. I press forward, parting your walls as I'm drenched in your liquid fire. I feel your heat; it's a soft, silky, white-hot heat that cannot be denied. I press in further, and you feel me caressing your walls with each stroke. I feel I am encased in your love; we're a perfect fit. Our flames blend in mutual fire. There is no pretense; only a deep longing for satisfaction and release. We move in rhythm, and the world follows. And now, our time is at hand. Your heat burns brighter; I feel you clenching me. You're wanton, with complete abandon, and lost in this moment. There is only this moment -- and your need for release. Your waves and pleasure peak; your grasp grows stronger and you orgasm. It's your deepest ever; you feel waves of pleasure you've never before felt burst out and light our union. And this -- this is my signal. As you ride the crest of your orgasm I join you. I fire my seed deep within; you feel my release and are swept even higher: higher than you knew was possible. Now, we are both spent, and our desire is sated... or almost so. I look into your eyes and see your gratitude. But one thing remains.... I withdraw, slick with the fruits of our blended passion. There is one more thing I want to do, but I will not ask, for fear you may deny me. So I quickly kneel before you, lift your legs, and taste your treasure -- devouring the blended fruit of our passion. You're surprised, but you feel your heat grow. It's so erotic -- being pleasured this way after our release. For me, the taste is beyond succulent; our blended sweetness exceeds the sweetest nectar. You enjoy my attention, and my insistence, and you respond. Your passion grows again; your body responds to me. You feel another crest approach, and a small orgasm washes over you. It's the perfect ending to our perfect lovemaking. Now that you are satisfied, I gaze into your eyes, and we kiss. The Seduction I work hard at maintaining my slim body. My weight hovers around 106 lbs due to the heavy workout I put it through. My body is tight from my workouts, running six miles every other day along with swimming and weight lifting in-between. I also do aerobics when I get the chance and I signed up for karate and I hope to find the time for that too. Somehow I have to juggle it around work. Bad four letter word "work", wished I didn't have to work but that's life. I haven't found the rich guy to marry yet, that is if I ever get married. I'm having too much fun on my own without screwing it up staying with one guy. Many have tried hooking up with me or I guess you could say trying to get me to hook up with them. I don't know why guys go for blue-eyed blonds like they do but many want to fight over me or if they are a little shy, are afraid to approach me. It has been like that all my young life. I wonder if it will always be like that. I don't think I am that hot. I'm only 5'4" and I think kind of skinny with small boobs but the curves are in all the right places. Even with small boobs, they look good on my small slim body. Well enough about my body, on to my life or at least a small part of it. Sometimes I wonder why I workout so much. I gave up on the night life; found it interfered too much with day life and the night life seemed to add to my stress. Working out tended to be more of a stress reliever so I guess that's why. Besides, I like to eat good food and drink good wine and that adds pounds. Driven women like me don't like to put on pounds. I guess driven would describe me. I've been told I am hell in the court room. Not many men want to face me. That I guess drives many of them away from me. Someday I want to be a District Attorney and being a woman I guess I have to be a "Bitch" as I am sometimes called to get there. Men seem to have it easier in gaining the goal they want. I'm the same in my sex life. I have experience more in a short time than some have in their lifetimes. I need to get away from here to do it though. This town is too conservative to have a wild sex life, at least the one I have experienced. I usually go to New York for that. There I discovered I'm somewhat of a sex addict. I can't get enough. It all started when I was introduced to a swap club by one of my past boyfriends. I'm still on fun terms with him and I visit as often as I can which amounts to two weeks out of the year. I try to make up in those two weeks all I have missed the rest of the year. Here, in the job I have in this town, I guess an occasional secret tryst is just about all that can happen. I say secret because if anyone found out what I was really like, it would ruin my reputation in not only my drive to be a good attorney and eventually a District Attorney but my parents elevation of me as being their sweet perfect daughter would be destroyed as well. I guess that is another reason I work out so much. It is a substitute for my dull unsatisfying sex life here in this town. Still, I don't want to move away from here, not yet at least, not while my parents are still alive. I sold my house in town and bought a place more private eight miles out in the country. It is a small three bedroom on a hill top with this great view of the surrounding mountains and farms. There are no really close neighbors and the 20 acres surrounding the house is fenced, wooded and very private so if I wish, I can run around nude anywhere on the property. I love it. I have a large dog now, a German Sheppard and I feel safer than in town. He alerts me of any trespassers or any one else that comes up the driveway or cross the property. My running is even better, long country lanes, not much traffic and nice views I can look at while I run. I've been running here for a month now and have a schedule when I run depending upon the temperature that I stick to. If it is going to be hot, I run early in the morning before work starting at 5:00. If it is cool, I run in the evenings before dark starting at 6:00 just after I get home. I like to keep to a timed schedule. If I don't, I sometimes get distracted and don't run or I don't get my six miles in. My swimming, weights, aerobics and now karate are on scheduled times also at a fitness club. I like running best though out in the fresh air and away from people. I can let my mind go blank and just run. This is the most relaxing for me. The lane I run on is only close to a few houses with plenty of open space along pastures with horses, cattle and other animals like sheep. There are a several brushy places along the side of the road that gives one some privacy if there is a need to go pee. I am thankful for that. In town, there was no place to do that. I noticed in the last 9 days of running, an older man watching me from the window of his house as I run by. He usually waved at me. I started waving back as I went by. I t doesn't hurt to be friendly, besides, I started thinking of this as a safe house if I needed it. This was where I turn around and run back home. It is exactly three miles from my house and sometimes I pause here to catch my breath before I start back. I started looking for him now each time I ran. It was warm this evening when I started my run, so I wore just a sport bra and shorts as I usually do showing a lot of skin. I often wondered what it would be like to run nude but that was out of the question running in public like this. I was only one and a half miles into my run when I met him walking toward me with his dog. He smiled and waved as I passed, I returned the same. I noticed he was around 65 or so and in pretty good shape and good looking for an old guy. I kept running giving it no further thought. We passed again on my return run, and smiled and waved to each other. This kept up for several more weeks, us passing each other along the road and smiling and waving to each other. Finally, I didn't know what got into me but at one point when I met him again, I stopped and said hi and introduced myself. We chatted about the usual stuff, weather, beauty of the surrounding hills, mountains, animals, how long we've lived here, and you know the usual stuff strangers talk about when first introduced. It wasn't until after I got back into my run that I thought about where we kept meeting. It was at one of the brushy areas along the side of the road, where sometimes if I had too I would stop and pee. The brush was very thick along the road but opened up into a small grassy clearing not far from the road. It was very secluded and the grass was tall and thick. I liked the spot for its privacy and natural beauty, a small hidden meadow. I wondered about that, a perfect place for a private meeting. I kept thinking about this for the next several weeks. There were several times he wasn't walking and he quit walking his dog and left it home. We usually stopped and chatted and I learned he was married but that his wife was in a car accident some 10 years ago and paralyzed from the waist down but that didn't stop me from thinking "what if". Could I, would I be able to go through what I was thinking. He seemed lonely and with his wife the way she was, would he go through with what I was thinking? One Sunday, I got the courage to prepare for what I had planned. I got a large plastic bag and put several blankets in it and drove down the "hidden spot" parked and left the bag hidden under some bushes by the meadow. I drove back home excited at what I was planning. OK, now I thought, how am I going to entice him to go into my hidden spot with me and do what I wanted? Hell, I thought out loud, I'm a desirable woman and shouldn't have any problem. Besides, I couldn't help but notice how he looked at me. There was lust there and several times I did notice a slight bulge. It shouldn't be very hard to get him into the hidden spot and it should be easy to seduce him. That's what I wanted and I was getting wet thinking about it. Still, there was his wife and the devotion to her may get in the way. Well, no harm in trying I thought. If I quickly undress and lay before him, how could he refuse to take me? The more I thought about it, the more I thought it would work. I needed to get there soon after work and lay out the blankets in the tall grass before I started my run. Yes, that would work I thought, get the area ready. The rest would slide into place. I chuckled at that thought, "slide into place." Monday after work, I drove by the spot, stopped and spread the blankets in the grass and went home and got ready for my run. I was bursting with excitement and wet already when I undressed and then dressed in sexiest low rider running shorts and this one time a short white t-shirt that I had. I didn't wear a sports bra this time and my nipples as they hardened would show. I thought about not wearing panties but thought better of it. I was too wet already and didn't want my wetness to show so I also put in a panty liner for safety. Then just before I left the house and started my run I took off my panties thinking I didn't want them to hinder my undressing besides, without them on, the blond fuzz of the top of my golden triangle showed just above the low riding shorts. I kept saying to myself, I hope he is there and wasn't disappointed when I saw him approaching the spot. I was close and speeded up a little to meet him there. I stopped directly in front of him and started talking, asking how thing were going for him and other small talk. I was trying to be as sexy as I could without removing my clothes right there in front of him or asking him to take me into the bushes and fuck me. My nipples had hardened during my run, the t-shirt rubbing against them and they stood straight out. His eyes went directly to them and I noticed a slight blush to his face. His eyes didn't stay there long as they wondered down over my body and settled where the golden triangle showed at the top edge of my low riding shorts. I was doing a few stretches also to show off a little more and noticed an instant bulge start to grow. Its working I thought and mentioned, "David, (his name is David) have you ever explored the hidden areas along the road like the little wooded area right here?" "N, no, no Sara, I haven't," he stuttered as he was having a little difficulty now talking. "I have, come on I'll show you what I found here. There is a little hidden meadow right here beyond the trees and brush. " He hesitated and I took him by the arm and said, "Come on it's really neat." He followed me through the fence and I led him to the edge of the meadow. "Look, you can't even see the road." He turned to look at where the road should be and I slipped quietly behind him and into the thick grass. He turned back to look at me but I already hidden, in the tall grass, stripped and was laying on the blanket. "Sara," he asked. "Over here David," I replied back quietly. "I'm over here." He followed my voice and in discovering me, he just stood there and looked at me, this strained expression on his face. I was laying nude before him and he just stood there and looked. I didn't quite understand why he just stood there. Finally I said, "Is there something wrong?" I was afraid he would turn and leave. "No, no, oh no. "He stood there shaking his head and started turning to leave. "David, come to me, you need me and I need you as well." When he turned back to look at me, I reached up to him and spread my legs hopping he would knell between them. That was all it took and he dropped like a rock down on me and started covering me with kisses starting with my face and moving down. He whispered it had been so long since he had had a woman, over 10 years. He was crying, sobbing, lost in me as he found my hidden treasures and made them his own. I was so swollen, so hot and so wet that when his lips and tongue found my clit, it was an instant orgasm for me. I moaned, quivered and shook in the delight of him as my orgasm surged through me. His tongue and lips kept up the assault as my legs squeezed around his head. His hands were busy removing his clothes and the squeezing almost smothered him. He finally had to grip my thighs with his hands and help push them apart so he could breathe. When my orgasm subsided, he moved his lips and tongue back up my body and kissed me on the mouth. He was leaning over me and I could feel his hardness poking me in the stomach. I reached down and grasp him guiding him to my tunnel of delight, his now. He let out a moan as I guided him in and moved my hips up to meet him. He was looking at me, deep into my eyes and said, "Oh god Sara, you are so beautiful, so hot. You feel so good around me." I only smiled while looking back into his eyes and pulled him tight to me. "Yes David, love me, fuck me. I need you." It was beautiful, so very sensual as he slowly made love to me. He was trying saver the feelings, the feel of me with his very slow thrusting, to hold back his release as long as possible. I let him. I wanted him to go slow and told him so. I wanted him to feel me grip him and flexed my pussy muscles causing him to moan more. "It's been so long," he kept saying. I felt him tense up and stop thrusting, trying to stop the inevitable. We lay still and it worked this time, only a small surge of pre-cum escaped him I knew when he said, "That was close." We lay still for some time kissing passionately and deeply, savoring each other before he started to move again. I wondered how long he could hold out. "Go slow love, very slow. I want this feeling to last," I said to him and slowed him down to where he was just barely moving within me. I wanted it to last as long as possible. I wanted to feel him stiffen and harden more and feel him pump his cum into me. I didn't want my release to interfere with that feeling. I was close to coming again and wanted him to cum first this time. I clenched my teeth and body and let the feeling pass. I wanted to be here for him. It wasn't long after that that he moaned and I knew he was very close. I concentrated on feeling him and felt him harden and swell more and the flexing of his cock start as he pushed in deeply and his flow into me began. I thought I was in heaven. I could feel every little twitch of his cock; every spasm of the muscles as his cum was pumped down his cock and was released into me. Trying to concentrate on him, the feeling of his release into me only slightly hid what was happening to my own body, my own body's needs took over. He was in the middle of his release when my own body started to spasm and shake uncontrollably. I had tried to hold it back but couldn't. I was too far gone, to close to stop it. I moaned loudly and cried out as my body spasmed, quivered, and shook sucking his cum deeper into me. He lay on top of me for five or more minutes allowing our bodies to slowly recover and let his hardness shrink from me before he moved. We were holding each other tightly not wanting to part when he rose up and looked into my eyes. "We, I shouldn't be doing this," he said tearfully, "My wife..." I hushed him, "Shush darling, you and I needed this," I said quietly. "It is ok; your wife never needs to know. It is our secret." We tried to keep meeting like this every other day but found it was not so easily done. Other things kept interfering, like his wife's care, my work, life in general. I contemplated on letting him know where I lived and my phone number but that I thought would take the relationship to a level I would not be comfortable with. We finally settled on hanging different color ribbons, mine pink, his blue on the fence in an inconspicuous place that we would both see, letting each other know that we were available to meet at our secret spot. WE both drove to town each day and decided to hang the ribbons where we both drove by it in the mornings. It would be hung the evening before indicating the meeting would be the following day. This worked for a while longer until one morning and several days after, there was no ribbon from him. More curious than ever, wanting to know what the problem was, I kept glancing closely at his house as I ran, pausing long enough in front of his house to hopefully see him. Several weeks later, there was a for sale sign on the fence in front of the house. I memorized the realtor's phone number and called when I returned home and found the occupants had moved to an assisted care facility. I got the number and called asking for David and was relived when he answered. "David, this is Sara, can we talk." There was silence on the line for several long seconds and I knew from the silence that it was over. "Sara," he finally said. "Our meetings were wrong. I should have known better. I love my wife. I can't do this to her anymore." There was silence on my end for several long seconds. I thought silently to myself that we had several beautiful months together. "Yes David, you are right" and sadly hung up. The Seduction (c) hwm, March 2002 Chapter 1 He had been working his tail off all week, and Friday wasn't much better. Seems the boss was supposedly under pressure from the front office, so the boss put all the heat on his employees, pushing, pushing harder and harder to complete the construction at least on time, but really wanting to be ahead by a week or ten days. The pressure had come down on him hard, and by the time the day was done on Friday, he was mentally as well as physically worn out. All he wanted to do was go home, sit down, have a beer, and watch a little television. Have a nice quiet evening with his significant other, nothing out of the ordinary, just recoup a little. When he walked in the front door, something was different, no, a lot was different. The house was spic and span, only a few lamps were on, and there was some soft music playing on the stereo. He called out for his friend, but there was no one there but him. He also noticed something he'd not been aware of before, for many months: There was a faint odor in the air, but he couldn't quite make it out. So he stopped just inside the door, and lightly sniffing, he finally picked up the scent of vanilla and something else, what was it, oh, yes, rose. But where was this all coming from? He called out again, but no one answered. Wandering into the kitchen, he noticed that all the dishes were done, all the counters uncluttered, and a note in the middle of the kitchen table. The note was for him from his sweetheart, telling him he was by himself for the evening, she had been invited out for the evening with her lady friends to go visiting the nursing homes, and that she would be late getting in. As far as getting something to eat, he would have to do that for himself. But she also noted that if he went in the bedroom he would find something quite out of the usual, and there would be another note there. Still being extremely tired, but with a slow smile coming on his face, he laid down his coat and papers at the table, and ventured into the bedroom. He actually forgot the fact that he was kind of hungry, and the idea of a beer was put on the back burner, unknowingly. Walking into the bedroom, he found another note on the bed, along with some silk boxer shorts (where had she found these, he wondered) and a heavy terry robe, his favorite color of blue. Picking up the note, he noticed the scents again, the vanilla and rose. There was a stirring in his groin that he'd not had for quite some time, and he was trying to figure out what was going on. Reading the note, he was instructed to strip out of his clothes, but to also clean out his pockets and place all the contents on the top of the dresser. He was to put the discarded clothing in the clothes hamper next to the washer in the utility room, but not to put on the boxers and robe at the moment. All this had to be done in the nude. Having no children at home made this chore simple enough. Then he was to proceed to the bathroom, do whatever he needed to do, if he could, and expect more surprises when he arrived. Completing the first parts of the instructions, he finally got to the bathroom. He had installed a garden-type tub some months before, but had rarely had the opportunity to use it. Upon entering, he finally picked up on where the scents were coming from - a vanilla candle and a rose candle, each set on opposite ends of the tub. There were also fresh flowers, and the soft music was coming from small speakers he had mounted near the ceiling when he had installed the tub. Next to the tub he noticed a small cooler, and upon opening it noticed a single six-pack of his favorite brew, iced and waiting on him. Not wanting to destroy the moment, and having forgotten his fatigue for the moment, he looked around on the vanity, and there was another note. His s/o had left this for him, too, with suggestions on enjoying what she had so carefully set up for him. There were bath salts on the rim of the tub, along with some glycerin soap and a new loofa. She suggested that he run the necessary water in the tub, but a tad hotter than normally, for the salts needed to be well dissolved to adequately take the pain and fatigue from his body. And the soap would thoroughly slick down his skin, as well as dissolving the dirt and sweat from his body. The loofa would invigorate him, too. Then he was to simply lie in the tub until the water cooled enough, but he was warned to be careful not to fall asleep there. He set the note aside, leaned against the vanity, and smiled to himself, knowing how much she cared for him, how much she loved him, how she doted on him and his feelings and his emotions. Even though she had a job of her own, with its own set of problems, she was always one step ahead of him, taking the time to comfort him and to stroke his ego, to keep the doldrums from setting in. He made a lot of mental notes at the moment, remembering all the fun times, and the bad times they had been through in the last several years. But at the moment, he was just glowing with all the attention, even though he was alone. Reaching down to the cooler and plucking a brew, he leaned over the tub and started drawing the water, remembering her instructions to get the water a little tepid, a tad warmer than his normal shower. Picking up the packet of salts, he read the instructions and after a few minutes, poured the salts directly under the spigot. In just a short period of time the bathroom was nearly like a steam room, lightly foggy, and warm, very warm. Only then did he notice the arousing feeling in his groin, creeping down into his loins, sneaking up on his genitals, producing a warm and full feeling in his cock. Even his balls were starting to tighten a bit, in deference to the heat of the bath. Having finished the first brew, he set the bottle on the vanity and pulled another from the cooler. Opening it and setting it on the floor beside the tub, he turned off the water and swirled his hand through the water, noting that while the water was much hotter than he wanted, he remembered her instructions about the need for the hotter water. Gingerly, he stepped into the tub, first letting his feet get accustomed to the heat, and then slowly lowered his body down. Tender going at first, but sooner than he expected he was sitting full length in the tub, savoring the heat and the twinges his skin was getting from the salts. He lingered here for a few minutes, slowly sliding down to his neck in the tub, and then rising out again, to lean against the edge. He took a couple more pulls on his brew, and then settled in for a few more minutes, just enjoying the heat, the feelings of all the tensions slipping from his body. He decided it was time to try the glycerin soap and loofa routine. He had done this long ago, with his friend in the tub with him. She had scrubbed his back, but this time he had to figure out a way to do it for himself. Thoroughly scrubbing the rest of his body, starting with his feet and ankles, he slowly worked his way up his body, culminating in working long and hard on his neck and shoulders. Seeing that he couldn't really reach his back, he finally gave up on that part, and slid back into the water to rinse off. While lying there in near bliss, his eyes started wandering around the bath. Only then did he notice another note next to the wall on the backside of the tub, wrapped in a plastic baggy. What is this, now, he wondered? Reaching over for the baggy, he opened it and read the following: "Love, there is something else, just one little thing I want you to do for me, as well as for yourself. By now, I think you are well relaxed enough to do what I want you to do. If you will look behind you, just behind the curtain, you will see a shiny new razor and a can of shaving gel. I hope you will do this for me, as well as for yourself, for I get such pleasure from you in our lovemaking, and I want to be a little adventurous when I get home tonight. "All I want you to do is simply shave your cock to the base and your balls. There is no need to go any farther, unless you just can't resist. If you're curious, I shaved myself this afternoon, just on a whim, and I was so excited by the feel and the smoothness that I was wet as I was getting dressed to go out this evening. I'm not demanding that you do this, but if the thought excites you as much as it does me, I'm only asking for a one-time shot. "I love you, and I'll see you when I get home." What the hell is going on here, he thought? First the note on the kitchen table, the in the bedroom, then in the bathroom, and now this! But looking down, he noted that he had a raging erection, harder than any one he'd had in the last six months or more. And to boot, there was a noticeable amount of clear liquid forming at the head of his shaft, which was now clearly out of the water in the tub, and he could hardly believe his eyes! And then he could hardly resist the temptation to stroke himself to oblivion, thinking all the while of the possibilities that could await him if he were to follow her request. End of 1st Chapter Chapter 2 Having read the last note, he smiled to himself, wondering where she had come across this idea of shaving those oh so private areas. Had she been browsing some women's magazine somewhere, reading up on the latest crazes, or had she been talking to some of her friends, and gotten the idea from one of them? It didn't really matter where this had come from, only that it had come from her. The temptation was too much to deny. Reaching across the tub he picked up the razor and the gel. He stood briefly, looking in the mirror at the reflection of his face, wondering if he should shave that, too, and decided that yes, that might be a good idea. Stepping out of the tub and crossing to the vanity, he lathered his face up well, and grabbed his own razor. The gel was the warming kind, and it moistened his whiskers so well that the razor hardly tugged at all. He was through with the task in no time at all. Returning to the tub, he sat down on the wide ledge with his feet back in the water. "Oh, what a feeling," he thought to himself. Such warmth on his feet, and such attention to detail by his friend. Savoring the moment briefly, he turned his thoughts to the next task, the one she had requested of him. He squirted some of the warming gel into the palm of his hand and rubbed his hands together. Spreading his legs wide, he started applying the gel to his cock and balls. "This is strange, but nice, really nice," he thought. He noted that while he was not erect, his cock was turgid, full, and warm, very warm. He applied the gel around the base, coming back up his groin toward his waistline. Then he descended to his balls, and felt the warmth of the gel on his balls. While he was out of the tub, albeit briefly while shaving his face, his balls had tightened a bit, pulling them closer to his body, now that the warm water was away from them. But the gel had some of the same effect as the water, in that the scrotal skin loosened again, and he was able to massage his balls. Taking a bath was something he rarely did, preferring a shower, so his attention to his scrotal area was usually just a stroke and a hit with the soap. He was finding that this approach and the application of the warming gel were pleasant, quite pleasant. He actually didn't want to stop, but he didn't want to lose sight of what the ultimate goal was either. Picking up the razor, he saw it was a new one, with a masculine grip, weighty but not heavy, and it had three blades per razor. He also saw that she had left an entire replacement package of blades because she knew he had never shaved himself before, and that the first couple of blades would clog quickly. By now he was ready to begin the shaving process itself. Not knowing exactly where to start, he reached beneath the sac, gently lifting the balls out of the way, and started removing the hair at the base, close to his anus. The hair was really thick here, and each stroke demanded a swish in the water in the tub. Soon he began to feel a tugging sensation, ah, the blade was wearing fast. He stopped briefly, inserted a new blade, and continued on. He worked up the sac toward the base of his cock, moving right and left over each ball along the way. The rest of the scrotal sac took three of the six total blades, but he was amazed at the sensations he was feeling. The only other persons who had ever touched him there were the various and sundry doctors he had gone to over the years, usually for physicals. He couldn't ever remember having these sensations before. Finishing his balls, he installed another blade. He didn't really have to move his cock much, as the rigidity was returning without his even having to think about it. He began above his cock, about an inch above his pubic bone. She hadn't said exactly how far to go, and that he could make that determination on his own. Moving the razor in the direction of the hair, he began near his left leg and worked his way across his groin. Then he moved his cock to the right a bit and worked on the left side. The hair was coming off very well, although the gel was starting to wane a bit. He stopped for a moment and applied more gel. He worked the razor all the way around the base of his cock, thoroughly removing all vestiges of the pubic hair. Daringly, he even shaved the hair about a quarter of the way down the inside of each thigh, noting how soft and supple the skin was there, and how tender and sensual, too. Using the last blade, he did one last overall shave of his entire pubic area, ensuring there were no stray hairs anywhere around. Satisfied with his accomplishment, he eased his way back into the tub, rinsing away any final hair and gel. Completing that, he decided to shower off all the salts, and thoroughly cleans all the shaved areas. As he stepped out of the tub/shower, he found an oversized, soft and fluffy terry towel hanging on the bar. The bar was heated and she had left the heat on, too, ensuring that he was babying himself all the way through. There was a full-length mirror on the back of the door to the bathroom, and he finally saw himself in all his glory. He was well endowed to begin with, about six inches, but now that the hair had been removed, and his erection had returned, he could hardly believe his eyes. Of course, he knew that the shaving routine had only increased his attention, but it seemed as though his length and girth had increased significantly. "That's amazing," he thought, "that my cock seems to have gotten that much longer and fuller. Wow!" As he finished drying off, he turned a few times from side to side, admiring his new "haircut", and admiring his new "look". "This is nice," he thought. "I think I might even keep the look." He decided on the spot not to use any antiperspirant, knowing that she liked the smell of plain, clean skin. But to ward off any undue stubble feeling, at least for the moment, he reached beneath the vanity and pulled out a bottle of aloe vera gel. This he generously applied to his genital area, rubbing it in, relishing in the moment of a soothing feeling. His cock was still at attention, but not quite as hard as only moments before. By now the time was close to 9 p.m. He walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom and approached the bed where the boxers and terry robe were laying. Enjoying his new look, and finally being relaxed a bit, he didn't immediately put on the boxers, but instead just strolled through the house, noting a freedom he had not experienced in a long time. After about 15 minutes, he returned to the bedroom and put on the boxers. The sensation of silk against naked skin was electrifying! Never before had he even imagined the feel, the exquisiteness of the utter eroticism of having this fine material caressing his skin, and his cock and balls before. His erection was again full blown, seeming as though he would literally explode with a huge orgasm in record time. He actually had to remove the shorts for a moment, as he thought he was about to either pass out, or pass a load of immense capacity! His mind was going at 90 to nothing, and his sensual side came out immediately. He was wondering if she had the same feelings when she wore silk panties, and even more so since she told him she had shaved herself this afternoon. After getting a grip (pun intended) on the situation at hand, he once again eased on the boxers. Now that he was anticipating the eroticism of the underwear, it was at least bearable, but only barely so. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, getting accustomed to these new sensations. His heart was racing so fast he just lay back on the bed, regaining control of his heart rate and breathing. After a few minutes, gaining control, he rose from the bed and slipped on the robe. While the electricity was subsiding to a workable level, the brushing of the robe over the boxers somewhat intensified his acute awareness of what could be lying in store in just a bit, as soon as she came home from her night out. Remaining in the bedroom, he lay down on the bed and turned on the television, just for a slight distraction. As he was watching the evening news, only watching, not really comprehending, he heard the front door open, heard her calling out to her departing friends, and heard her close the door and throw the deadbolt. His mind was now in overdrive, listening to her making her rounds through the house, turning off lights, and singing lightly. He was waiting, and he was ready for whatever she had in mind. End of 2nd Chapter Chapter 3 He was lying on the bed, with the silk boxers and the soft, luxurious terry robe on that she had laid out for him before she left. He had heard her come in the front door, heard her lock and bolt the door, and heard her walking through the house, turning off lights, checking windows for security, and listening to her softly singing some little ditty he had heard before. He had not extinguished the candles she had left for him - one vanilla and one rose - and he was eagerly anticipating her entrance into the bedroom. She called out from the kitchen, just down the hall, saying, "Are you there? Are you comfortable? Have you enjoyed yourself all alone this evening?" She was still softly singing, making small rackets in the kitchen, probably getting a drink of water, just piddling around, extending the anticipation of the sure-to-be sexual fare he was hoping for. He heard her coming down the hall, but the clack-clack of her heels on the floor was no more. She evidently stopped by the thermostat, just to check the temp in the house, that it was neither too warm nor too cool. She knew that the temperature in the bedroom was going to be getting rather warm in a bit, and just wanted the setting to be right. Her legs were quite feminine, somewhat muscular but not overbearingly so. She took good care of her body, exercising regularly at the gym, doing the aerobics things, and some minor weight lifting, enough to keep good muscle tone. She stood about 5'5", weighed in around 110 pounds. Her hair was of medium length, cut in a popular mode, kind of short and with a bit of wave. Though she was getting older now, the gray was tinted out with highlights, and many a man on the street would give second and even third looks when she passed them. Her walking gait was not so much as sexy, but confident. She knew who and what she was, and she was proud of it. She kept her body in the best physical shape she could, having had a couple of children years before. After each birth she returned to the daily regimen she had set up so long before, walking and running, gardening, but no overly hard workouts for her. She held her figure quite well, with a nice V-shape from the top of her shoulders to her waist, and that accentuated the flare of her diminutive hips that tapered down to her well-proportioned legs. After the birth of her second child, her breasts having been mightily swollen with milk had begun to sag a bit, and she was concerned about her attractiveness for her friend. After a few years, she opted for a breast reconstruction, nothing major, just a tuck here and there, and some small implants. Her nipples and aerolae were not touched, and remained very sensitive to touch and temperature. The Seduction He doesn't hear the door as it swings open. She comes in and quietly kicks off her 3 inch heels. The same ones that hurt her feet terribly but accentuate the sleek, sexy lines of her shapely legs. He is busy cooking the meal that he has longed to cook for her. She is the love of his life. The relationship is still new but he feels as if he has known her his entire existence. The smell of the meal permeates the home. This abode that seemed so cold only a few months ago is now a home, full of budding love and warmth. He smiles, lost in his thoughts. She rounds the corner to the kitchen and sees him there and her heart swells. She watches as the man that stole her heart is dancing to music that only he can hear. The headphones plugged deeply into his ears, as he sings along. She giggles. He has totally captured her. Her slender figure moving cat like behind him. She reaches for him and as her hands touch his hips her ample breasts with diamond hard nipples press into his back. With a jolt he sends the spoon full of marinara sauce soaring to the ceiling. The sauce going everywhere. Turning to face her his heart thumping hard against his toned chest. His surprised look was quickly turned to laughter as they fell into each others arms. He wiped the sauce from her cheek and she from his nose. Their eyes locked on each other. "I didn't hear you come in," he said with a start. She giggled as she responded, " I know, I was wanting to surprise you. Maybe not this much," laughing as she wipes the tomato from his ear. His hand slips to her waist drawing her body to his own. Her body moving willingly to his. She wonders to herself how this man who seems so different from the ones she has always dated could have found her, enchanted her and made her fall so deeply in love with him. As he leaned in and kissed her she knew. The tingling in her toes as his tongue found hers, the beads of sweat that developed on the swell of her breasts told her that he was the one. The man she had been looking to find, but she hadn't found him. He found her. Mike looked at his new love. Her beauty took the breath from the depth of his soul. He felt like a school boy. Giddy and nervous. "I am an educated man," he thought to himself. " I am well spoken and have a wide vocabulary. Yet when I am with her, I am unable to speak a coherent sentence." So he says the only thing he can. In a whisper that only they can hear he says. "I love you!" and with that their lips meet in a full body, toe curling kiss. Their lips pressing firmly to each others as the dance begins. Her hands on his chest, his around her waist. Their kiss deepens. The fever pitch of desire races through there bodies. Forgotten was the meal on the stove as the hunger for each other drew to a boil. Her hand runs up his chest and around his neck as she pulls his mouth firmer against her own. The kiss sending the electricity of lust coursing through their veins. Every part of them coming alive. Feeling the stirring in his groin, his shaft becoming rigid, he gently pulls her hips to his own. The evidence of his desire pressing firmly against her thigh. She exhales as she feels his member throb against the fabric of her deep blue dress. The throbbing matching the beating of their hearts fast and erratic. Her own heat burning through the cloth of his blue jeans. Slowly he backed her up against the wall and she could feel the coolness in contrast to her inflamed flesh. Not breaking their kiss he ran his hands down her sides and with slow hands he started to lift her tight dress up her nylon encased thighs. She squirmed wanting him to go faster. Yet knowing that the slow movement was only making her want him even more. He stopped the movement of his hands as the dress sat poised so that just a hint of her silk panties showed. "Why is he stopping now!" she thought , "can't he feel how hot I am, how wet he has made me?" As if reading her mind he lowers himself to his knees as his hands slide down her body. As his hands start their gradual ascent up from her knees to her thighs his mouth places kissed wherever his lips touch, left thigh, right thigh alternating back and forth. This was no longer a dance, this was agonizing torture. Then as he neared the V in her hips he looked up and saw the pure lust reflecting in her eyes. With their eyes locked, he looks at her damp panties then looks up at her again as if asking permission. "Please," she sighed almost inaudibly, "oh god please," the last more begging. His trembling fingers push her dress up to her hips, his mouth moves towards the source of her dampness, and her legs open for him. Running a finger on either side of the top of her black undergarment she lowers it, revealing the smooth shaved flesh and the slightly puffed lips of her sex. As her panties hit the floor his tongue made contact with her boiling clit. She shakes at the feel of his tongue on her and she lets her hips move. Guiding his expert tongue to the places she needed, no yearned for his tongue to be. She moves her hands to his head and he moans as she both pulls his mouth harder to her but pushes her hips slightly up and harder against him causing his tongue to slip deep between her velvet smooth lips. She moans loudly as the first wave of orgasm sweeps through her, releasing a brief flood of her nectar. She heard the sound of swallowing and knew he was drinking her. Losing herself, she surrenders her body and her juice to this man, HER man. She no longer cares about anything other than the continual waves of her cumming. She feels the flood gates open and her juice spilling over his mouth and chin. She shakes feeling that her legs will give out, that the only reason she still stood was because his mouth, his sweet cum covered face was holding her up. Tears ran down her cheek as the final wave crested and broke over the shore of his tongue, he moaned loudly. As he drank in the last drop of her sweetness he rose to his feet and lifted her body up. Locked eyes with hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist and crossed at the ankles as he lowered her onto his throbbing aching rock solid 8 inch shaft. He held her there. Her hips gyrating on his pulsating cock. His hips thrust upwards and holding deep within her. As if someone had put the moment on pause as the only movements in the room were their heart, their breathing and the constant pulsing, throbbing, clenching and milking of his cock and her pussy. As he began to move, not slowly, but more forcibly in and out of her trembling sweating body the man was replaced by animal. His moan now a growl deep in his throat as he gripped her firm bottom and drove in and out with the force and power only the strong legs of an athlete can deliver. Her body bounced up with each thrust of his hips and she used her legs to drive down hard onto his shaft. Soon they were both emitting sounds of grunts, squeals moans and cries. Her long nails ripped lightly at the flesh of his back leaving red lines as she marked her man. Her mouth falling to the nape of his neck biting him. He howled in both pleasure and pain. And He shook as his hot seed engorged his balls and shaft. As the building reached a crescendo it was like a great orchestra conductor was in control of his orgasms. With each upward movement of the conductors baton he sprayed inside her, with each downward stroke he would coil to thrust upward and spray again and again and again! As she felt his molten seed fill her cavern she gave in and let her nectar flow freely. Grinding and gyrating against each other as life giving fluid was exchanged. Until with bodies totally spent they collapsed onto the carpeted floor and lay there unable to move. Panting and twitching, bodies wet with their juices, she kisses him lightly and moves down his body. He is totally incapable of moving as he watches his love take his still pulsing penis into her mouth. Watching as all of him disappears, as her nose is now pressed against his groin and the tip of his cock tickles the back of her throat. Her head moves up and down on his shaft as she licks and suck their combined juice of his cock. Her mouth picks up speed, her head slamming up and down with the same voracity as her hips had just moments before. "She is not just cleaning me," he groaned." She wants to make me cum again!" And sure enough as he looked into her eyes, she nodded her head signalling that she wanted him to fill her mouth with his hot sweet cum. And he did. Arching his back and then thrusting upwards he took her mouth and was soon spurting his thick cum down her sweet throat until at last there was no more. Not one drop of moisture remained except that of their mouths and so they kissed. Once again the kiss was tender and loving. As they laid in the after glow of their bonding, realizing that there was no longer any doubt of their love for each other. the cry of the smoke alarm awoke them to the burning sauce on the stove, they run naked to the kitchen and pull things off the burners and begin to laugh completely filling the home with love and laughter. "Chinese?" he sputters through his laughter. "Yes," she exclaims as they both hurriedly dress. And as they hurry out the door she looks back and with a wink says. "And when we come back," she hesitated for effect, "I am having YOU for dessert." The door slams shut as his sigh of pleasure echoes off the walls. The Seduction Father Thomas cursed his own existence. He was a man of the cloth, yet filled with doubts about his own sanctity. He did not consider himself to be on par with the other holy men he knew, who seemed so self assured in their faith. He despised his fickle mind as he slowly extinguished the candles at the altar, his duty as the only non achieving priest of Mandalor Province Church. Just as he was about to extinguish the last candle, he heard a faint giggle. "Who's there?" he asked, squinting around in semi darkness, the solitary candle casting shadows in the church and shrouding everything in darkness. "Answer me!" "Over here Father" it was a female, a female voice that dripped with a promise of pleasure. Father Thomas quickly took the candle and carefully walked towards the source of the voice. His breath caught. Standing before him was the most breathtaking sight he'd seen in his fifty seven years in this world. She had pale skin like moonlight and was taller than him. Her eyes were jet black and did not reflect the candlelight and she had a face to put stage actresses to shame. Her lips were blood red, contrasting with her pale skin, and she had long thick raven black hair that extended all the way down her back. But that was not all. She was wearing a long white robe that clung to her and left nothing to the imagination. She had ripe, full breasts, a flat stomach that flared out to wide hips, and the longest legs on any living woman. It took a while for the father to snap out of his trance, "W...What do you want? The church is closed. How dare you come here at this hour? And in such indecent clothes! Go cover yourself child! "I come and go as I please, and the sanctity of this place means nothing to me" she said as she started walking toward him. The candlelight illuminated her curves gently and the Father felt a stirring in his loins. She brought her angelic face close to his "What do you really seek Father? You are old, and this life is not paying rich dividends. What is the point of continuing like this?" her breath smelled of a flowery meadow, and the Father realized how close their bodies were. He could almost feel the heat radiating off her and her sheer gown hung low, exposing the swells of her massive breasts. Father Thomas could only gulp in return. "I'm offering you a choice, if you join me, we can embark on a journey together and you can leave this petty place forever. Interested?" Father Thomas could not begin to fathom her motives. She was a child, perhaps in her early twenties, though she possessed delicious curves. And she seemed remarkably unabashed about the time of night and her clothing. "What are you? Why are you here at all?" She moved a little closer, her breasts rubbing against him so his necklace disappeared in the valley between her breasts. "You shall find out soon Father, sooner than you think" With that she turned and walked away. The moonlight shone through her dress, exposing her form almost completely. The Father had always made it a point not to look at women's curves for fear of temptation, but he could not resist following her gracefully swaying hips, her buttocks sliding over each other as she walked out the door of the church and into the night... The Father was in a dilemma as he locked up the church and went home. The encounter with the beautiful stranger seemed to have exhausted him. He hung up his robes the instant he got home and climbed into bed naked. He barely managed to finish his nightly prayer before drifting off into a heavy slumber. He felt a rush of warm air that seemed to get under his blanket and run up his nude body. He jerked awake with a start, looking for its source. The window was closed and bolted and the last few embers were crumbling in his fireplace. The moon shone dimly and his room was bathed in darkness. Father Thomas tried to gather his wits as he looked around unable to comprehend what was happening. He heard a soft sigh from the darkest corner of the room and sat bolt upright, cold sweat breaking out over his skin. "Do not fear Father, it's me. I did not mean to scare you" the voice was that seductive purr he'd never forget. She stepped out of the shadows, still clad only in the negligee she wore earlier, and still looking every bit a lusty goddess. Perhaps it was the effect of the earlier warmth, or being naked in the company of a woman such as this, but the father's penis stirred to life. She came and sat on the edge of his bed and put a hand on his lined face covered by a thick beard. He felt her warmth infuse his skin. "Have you considered my offer?" He took a moment to reply "I do not even know you, you are a young girl. How do you expect me, a holy man, to come away with you just like that?" She seemed to consider this a moment. "But you do know me; you just do not realize it yet. The time will come..." She stood by his window, moonlight outlining her luscious curves once again. "When did you last masturbate?" The Father was taken aback by the use of such an unholy term in his home "How do you have the nerve to say that to me? Begone, however you came!" She laughed then, a tinkling laugh that send blood pumping in him and more into his loins. "Do you think I do not know how hard resisting temptation has been for you? How you never look at women's bosoms during church, how you have nothing representing women in your home." She looked at him with an expression bordering on pity. "But sometimes, the temptation overcomes you when you are alone here; you touch yourself, stroke your root and then curse yourself for being unholy. You think I do not know this?" The Father's mouth was hung agape. How could she possibly know his difficulties with faith? How could she tell him things so clearly when he barely understood? "I am here to help you Father Thomas. All you have to do is accept it" The Father could not believe his ears. He was lying in bed naked and a young girl almost equally naked, who possessed the finest figure he had ever seen, was asking him about his masturbation habits. She stroked his jaw gently. "I think it is time I ended your confusion. My name is Selucia" Dread hit him like an anvil. Selucia, the name was a synonym of death. The only daughter of Lilith, the mother of all demons, and the princess of Hell. Now he understood her impossible perfection, she was made for the act of sex, a goddess of pleasure. The last thing a man would feel before dying in her embrace would be the most powerful orgasm a human can endure. "Demon, why me?!" "Relax Father; I am not here to kill you, but to show you another path. You have greatness within you, but it is not required in your current priesthood. Instead I am offering you a place in Hell. A royal realm to yourself and of course, my company" the last part was said in a tone of dripping honey. The Father's head was spinning "I do not understand anything. Why do you offer me such power! I am well past the prime of my life; there is nothing more productive I can do. What do you need me for?" "It is not yet time for you to understand" she purred "Now let me help you consider the offer I have made you" She moved closer to him and swung her lower body onto the bed in a lithe, graceful motion. They were pretty cramped together on the narrow cot and his out of control erection was rubbing against the sheer fabric covering her leg. "I see that I am already having an effect" she smiled. She slowly started massaging his hair, her heavy breasts dangerously close to his face. He was overwhelmed by her fragrance and rendered speechless by the millions of sensations shooting through his body. Her tongue slowly came out from between her lips, a normal tongue, not the forked one he had expected, and licked his face in a sensual manner, avoiding only his lips. The slender fingers went to his chest, pressing the shapeless muscle there and moving onto his nipples, playing with them. "Mmmmmm" was all the father could say, as his manhood throbbed and pulsed, longing to blow out the load it had been denied from spewing all these years. Selucia pressed her body closer, so that he could feel her warmth and the silky negligee on his skin. His body was drowning in pleasurable sensations, and he knew he was on the brink of orgasm. Suddenly, she stopped and moved away, going back into a sitting position and not touching him at all. "What...what are you doing?" The Father blurted out. She looked at him with demure eyes "You want me to make you cum? That is not right. You are a man of the cloth after all" He almost screamed in frustration. It was too much; there was no way he could calm down without an orgasm. He reluctantly took his engorged member in his hand and started stroking it. "However, I can help you" She stood up and seductively pulled off the strap of her negligee off one of her shoulders, exposing a large part of her breast. Then she took off the other strap and held her arms together over her breasts, preventing the dress from falling. The father stared at her, his hand moving harder and harder on his penis. She gave him that wicked smile and let her gown go. The fabric slid down her body like water, caressing each soft, round curve. She stood before him in naked glory, unashamed and glowing with lustful abandon. Father Thomas pumped harder, all faith forgotten, as he stared at her sensual figure. As if to tease him, she started slowly swaying and rotating on the spot. His hands feasted the sight of her luscious breasts wobbling with her motion, her wonderfully curved hips and long legs slowly pivoting her. He finally saw the perfect ovals of her buttocks come into view, the flesh moving a little as she swayed. He imagined squeezing them and at the same moment his cock gave in, shooting a massive load of seed straight at her. It landed all over her back and on her buttocks, covering her in cream. She smiled and slowly scooped some of his seed off her butt cheek with a finger, before licking it slowly with a satisfied slurp. Then she came back to his bed, and climbed over him on all fours, her large breasts dangling over his face. "Think about my offer", she whispered and then he felt the draft of air and she was gone. Father Thomas woke in a daze of confusion. Had his experience last night been real? Had he actually violated a law of the cloth? He shuddered as he looked at his penis, and somehow knew it wasn't a dream. He would never forget her, she was real. He felt filled with vitality as he went to church and the day was a good one for change. Little did he know the night would be better... She came again that night. The Father was a little less surprised to find her standing in his room. However, this time there was not a stitch of clothing on her fabulous body. He could not help but stare at her proportions, his eyes roaming over her, lingering a moment at the light sprinkling of her near her loins, which were concealed by her closely pressed legs, and down her smooth legs. His eyes must have asked her the question because she answered, "You have already seen me bare everything, why must I tempt you with clothes anymore?" The Father could not find it within himself to argue. He merely lay there and stared at her stunning beauty, as she approached him and climbed into bed with him. "Give it time, you will begin to enjoy my presence even more" she crooned. "I do not enjoy it! I have resisted such temptations for years and I can continue to resist!" "Yes I noticed you trying very hard to resist as you covered me with your seed" That rendered him speechless. It was true, he did not possess the will to resist as his brothers might, though he did not see how even they could stand up to Selucia's ministrations. He sighed, knowing his life had reached a dead end. She seemed to sense his unease, because she put a warm arm around him and snuggled closer. "Leave me be demon, I am a shell of a man with a ruined life. I have nothing to offer" She gave him a thoughtful look, reclined on her side, leaning onto his chest with her midnight hair falling over her shoulder. "Are you not afraid?" He sighed again "There isn't much point in it anymore. I've realized my life is aimless. I'm old now and I have done nothing and have no hope. Hell itself has reached out for me, what is there to fear now?" Suddenly she wrapped her other arm around him too, holding him to her, her lithe form melding with his. He was aware of his stiff member rubbing her warm navel, but he was too drunk in being in the comforting arms of a woman. "You are not alone" she whispered in his ear, "I'll be with you" He lay there in her embrace, aware of their nakedness, aware of broken vows, and came to the painful conclusion that his need to be inside this sultry demon woman was greater than anything else. Near morning he asked her "I need a little more time to think about your offer" She nodded "Then I shall return later" She took his hands in her own and placed them on her firm breasts. He needed no encouragement, fondling them and drawing circles around her dark nipples. As she got off the bed, he ventured another question. "Selucia, will you help me masturbate again?" She gave him an upraising look and smiled, "Anytime" Father Thomas was enjoying his life. His days were brighter now thanks to his nights. She would visit every night. And they would do many things. Near day break, she would do some sensual dance for him to masturbate to, and he covered her with his boiling cum again and again. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that there would be nothing more sexual between them until he joined her side by accepting her offer. He was sure now, he wanted her. The dark eyes, those pouting lips, the breasts that seemed impossibly large, and her hourglass figure. But what he lusted after most was her ass. He wanted to place his hands on them and squeeze them till they were red. And hit her asscheeks to see her soft flesh wobble. He was lying in bed, naked and awaiting the arrival of his sultry temptress when the warm draft came into his room. Before the sensation had vanished, Selucia was by his side in all her naked perfection. "How are you tonight?" she asked. "I have thought long about this Selucia, tell me what you want from me, and tell me everything" She smiled and touched his face, "It is simple, I want you. You shall join me in a dimension of hell where it will be just the two of us. You shall be my mate and I shall be yours to command. For all of our immortal lives" Thomas could not believe his ears, "Immortal? Your mate?" "Yes, I have found your seed as the most to my liking, and I desire to be filled with it always, can you provide me with that? As you will be my mate, I will never be able to drain you out and consume you either" This was starting to sound very appealing "Then become mine now Selucia, I want you. I choose the path you've shown me!" Selucia patted his cheeks, "Then I am yours to command, let us finally stop our foreplay games and consummate this relationship" She leaned in close and somehow Thomas knew what to do. He cupped her face and finally felt those full lips on his own. It felt like an electric charge. He felt his body energize, muscles bunch up, and wrinkles vanish. He knew he had become her mate, a demon lord. His member was now throbbing and easily a foot long. She didn't miss this fact, and he felt her warm palm cup his root and slowly start milking it. "Mmmmmm", was all he could manage, as her hand slid up and down his penis in smooth strokes. He pulled her onto him and started running a finger up and down her ass crack, feeling her heavy dangling mammaries crushed onto his chest. He could feel a frenzy begin within him...her warmth and softness, her perfect curves, they were overpowering him, and he knew it was time. He slowly moved his face close to hers, and she was waiting. Their lips met, and Thomas felt his loins would explode. Her tongue delicately slipped past his lips and teased his own, they began exploring each others orifices with lustful abandon, and he had the time of his life. Thomas was so dreamily aroused he didn't even realize when their lips parted. He did realize however, when a liquid warmth enveloped his manhood. As if jolted by some energy, he jerked, pushing his stiff cock deeper into Selucia's lush mouth. The sight of those blood red lips wrapped tightly around him, making delicious slurping noises as they moved delicately on his engorgement, was too much for him. Soon he was pumping in and out of her mouth in a manner any woman but her would have considered indecent, She happily took his massive girth. Within moments, Thomas unloaded his seed into her mouth, and she drank it slowly, savouring every drop. Thomas gazed at her in bewilderment, at her timeless beauty, at her amazing prowess in handling his member, and at her sheer perversion, it made him throb with desire again. "How do you feel my love?", she asked sultrily, licking a final gob of cum from her lips. Thomas smiled as he fondled her soft curves, "I've never been better!" "Then come, it is time for us to leave this place and go home" She stood up slowly and walked around the bed in all her naked splendor, and Thomas grinned... He finally had a purpose in life. The Seduction I don't think I'd ever been so nervous about anything in my life. A date. Nothing big. But after two years of celibacy, it seems monumental. My hands shake a little as they fasten a fine gold chain around my neck. Breathe, I warn myself, just breathe. The doorbell rings. Oh, this isn't going to help my pulse at all. Your eyes warm appreciatively when I open the door. It makes me flush a little. Ridiculous, to still be able to blush at this age. I smile and duck my head slightly as I get my coat, hoping you won't notice. Your quiet chuckle behind me confirms you haven't missed a thing. I flush even more but force myself to look at you and smile. What a look. The heat in your eyes. I can feel my knees clenching. "Ready to go." I murmur quietly, desperate to get out into public where it just has to be safer for my equilibrium. I see your eyes flash in recognition and amusement, and I have to laugh. Am I so transparent? Apparently so. By the time we're seated at the restaurant, my nerves have calmed somewhat. Our lazy, friendly banter has done a lot to put me at ease. Still, the sensuality of those first few moments teased at the edges of my senses. It echoes through my mind as I watch your hand cup the wine glass to bring it to your lips. Such a hard, sensual mouth. Would your kiss be hard, or soft, or deep, or all three? In my mind's eye, I see you pushing me up against a wall. You slide your hand over the hollow of my throat, under my chin, behind my ears, before burying it in my hair, cupping the back of my neck. Your body settles against mine, making my skin tingle with its heat. Your eyes keep contact with me the entire time as those hard lips come closer, my body softening in response, lips parting, and then you're kissing me, and it's soft but then it's hard and so very deep, sensual wet kisses that steal my breath from my body and make me want to wrap myself around you and pull you into me until we're both so deep in each other it wouldn't matter if the world exploded and... "... wine?" The waiter hovers expectantly over my glass. Cursing my hormones and my damned unruly body and my imagination in equal parts, I nod with a faint smile and accept more wine. I watch you covertly as we drive to the theatre. You're so sexy, it makes my heart pound a little harder just looking at you. One strong hand wrapped around the leather-wrapped steering wheel, the other resting casually on your leg. My eyes are transfixed by the hand on the wheel. Your thumb strokes back and forth over the leather, rubbing it as though enjoying the tactile difference between leather and seam. My always fertile imagination jumps from A to B to C immediately, imagining that thumb caressing my nipples, and other, lower places. With a stifled groan I squirm in my seat as my nipples harden against the soft black lace of my bra. Small raspberries, begging for attention. This is what I get for two years of celibacy. Too soon, we pull up in front of the theatre. Too soon, because I haven't yet managed to water down the fires that burn, and I am afraid you will see. You turn off the car, laughing at something I've said (how have I managed to keep up a conversation? I may never know) and turn to me. The laugh becomes a smile, which becomes more slight as you see me watching you, see my eyes and cheeks a little brighter than before. Your eyes travel south, resting for an aching moment, then two, on my breasts. Nipples still painfully hard. Pushing against the soft black knit top I'm wearing. No way to miss it. Your smile has turned into something more like a smirk by the time your eyes met mine again. You lift a hand to my cheek, my ear, and whisper, "Come here". I lean forward and watch your mouth. I part my lips and then we are kissing, and it's soft and light and teasing. You rub your lips over mine the way I'd pictured you rubbing them over my, well, other parts of the body, okay, nipples and neck and knees and clit and, oh my... It's amazing and slightly wet and soft and it isn't enough, I need more, want more, more of you, you taste and smell so good. I whimper. No other way to describe it. Soft sounds issuing from my throat, urging you on. You chuckle and pull me a little closer, holding me still for a deeper seduction. Your tongue tangles lazily with mine. My thighs clench, squeezing my pussy. God, you taste good. I want more. I wonder what you will taste like on your neck. On your chest. Lower. Your fingers cup both of my shoulders, squeeze, slide down my arms until your thumbs are close. Closer. When they brush my nipples, it's like you've taken a live wire to them. I jerk, and the little sounds in my throat become bigger ones. A moan. Another moan. Your thumbs touch me so lightly, so softly, just flickering almost-not-there touches. I can feel them, though, as though my nipples are connected directly to my clit. Every time you touch me, I can feel my clit ache just a little more, my thighs clenching and releasing. I whisper into your mouth that you're driving me crazy. "Good." you murmur against my lips. And that dark chuckle again. When you release my mouth, it feels warm and swollen and vaguely empty. I look up at you, slightly dazed with arousal. You smile, touch my hair, and say, "Time to go." We fight our way through the crush of people to find our seats. I'm slightly shocked when the usher directs us to a private box, and I look at you over my shoulder. "A box?" You smile. "Hey, it's your first date in two years, it should be something special, right?" I stop walking and touch your hand. "That's just about the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Thank you!" You twine your fingers with mine, stretching and flexing against my hand. Your thumb sketches a naughty little circle in my palm, and you look in my eyes as my body begins to react. "You're very welcome." Did I mention how crazy it is that I can still blush at this age? It turns out that the box is very private. Two elegant chairs face the balcony, turned slightly toward the stage. A silver ice bucket, an open bottle of wine and two fluted glasses sat to one side. I wonder if I looked as amazed as I feel. Once we're seated, you reach over and pour a little wine into each glass and hand one to me. I take a brief sip, wetting my lips, before looking up at you and thanking you again. "This is really beautiful." I added. The house lights began to dim. You smile and brush your lips over mine again before settling back against the chair. I find myself finally beginning to relax. The actors are better than I'd imagined, and I'm starting to get into the story. You've settled your chair even closer to mine, our thighs resting against one another. The nearness and warmth of your body suddenly makes it very difficult for me to concentrate on the stage. You murmur something about one of the actors into my ear, your lips brushing against me, your breath warm and seductive. I don't even register what you've said, simply nod and try to breathe. I can't hide the shiver. I feel your fingers at my wrist, moving slowly and softly over the hand resting in my lap until our fingers are entwined again. My senses are screaming. Every move, every touch is heightened. I'm going crazy. We're just holding hands, for goodness sake. I feel your breath against my neck. I close my eyes and pray for strength as I feel your lips rub against my neck, moving very slowly and very softly, making me ache in places you can't see. I want to grab you and take you away, anywhere, someplace where we can grind into one another, again and again, until our bodies are sated. My nipples stiffen again, pushing against the soft fabric of my knit top. Your fingers lift from mine, the back of each finger a means to torment me as you rub each lightly over me, a berry begging again for your attention. My thighs clench. Places lower and darker and (by now) far wetter twitch in response. I watch helplessly in the dark, unable to make a sound, while your fingers move on my nipples, sending darts of pleasure and tension down my body, making my knees ache. You move your mouth up to my ear, a sweet and dark whisper. "Be very quiet." you warn softly. I turn my head slightly and whisper back, "What are you doing? You're driving me insane." Your tongue moves over my ear, quickly, lightly. "Think of it as another way to make this a special night." My heart, already racing, picks up its pace. Your fingers move lower, touching my hand again, moving it aside. I can feel your fingertips, just the very tips, moving down my skirt, down my thigh, inside the knee, cupping, urging me to move my legs apart, give you access. Is it possible to go up in flames? It's getting hard to breathe. I spread my legs for you. I can feel my heartbeat in my ears, between my thighs, centred in my clit, a small aching stem. My short, full skirt isn't much of a barrier to your roving fingers. They skim underneath the fabric, tracing little repetitive circular patterns on the soft skin of my inner thighs, higher each time. Silently asking me to spread even wider. I move my legs apart even more, giving you full access, leaving my body open to whatever caress you want to give. Your fingers move higher. Every single nerve in my body is focused on following the path of those fingers. I feel your thigh move against mine, your body start a little in surprise, and I smile to myself. I rarely wear underwear, but this skirt has been more than full enough to hide that fact. I hadn't really planned on you finding out so soon. Now, however, I was beyond complaining or offering up any sane rationales. My body needs your touch so badly it is screaming for it. "No panties?" you murmur against my ear. "Interesting." I chuckle very quietly, the sound a little desperate. I feel you relax your hand, feel the very tips of your fingers rub softly up against the humid crease of my pussy. I am so wet. I can feel the heat coming off me in waves. At each soft touch, my body stiffens more. I'm afraid to move, afraid to breathe, wanting contact with my aching clit so badly I'm ready to cry or beg. You slide your middle finger between my puffy lips, getting it wet, sensitising my inner lips to your touch. A little lower. Lower still. My pussy is clenching, waiting for something, anything. Inside me, an inch, then two. I want to groan. To cry out. To scream, the tension is so thick. And I can't do any of it. Have to stay quiet. No one can know. You rub softly against my inner walls. The ache grows worse. I can feel every single pulse of my clit. It needs your touch. Your finger draws slight circles around the entrance to my pussy. I want to buck against your hand. My hips rise a fraction of an inch, begging for more contact, something solid, anything. Your dark chuckle sounds in my ear again. My pussy muscles grip, release, grip, trying to close on you and bring you inside. It feels like forever, waiting, as your fingers move higher, sliding easily in my wet valley, coming closer to my clit. Closer. When your fingers close lightly on me, like a little mouth sipping at my clit, I think I will scream. My breath sucks in, held fast in my lungs, every ounce of my body focuses on the pleasure/pain of arousal as your fingers pluck at me. My hips raise another fraction of an inch. You whisper dark sexy things in my ear, how soft I was, how wet, how you can smell me, how badly you want to taste me. Your fingers sip, and sip, pulling on my clit with every stroke, so lightly I'm ready to tear at you, tear at the walls, wanting you to fuck me, rub me, ram your cock up inside me until we both scream. I don't know how long this goes on, it seems like hours. My hips get higher, and my clit gets harder, my pussy wetter, and all the time you barely touch me, fingers moving so softly on my clit they are nearly nonexistent. I'm getting close. I can feel everything gathering, centring, waiting for that sweet release. I'm opening and closing my mouth, wanting everything. You stop. Move your fingers lower, angle your hand away from my clit, slide a lone finger inside me. I clench around it frantically, trying to get enough friction to come. It isn't enough. I feel like crying. I turn to you and mouth, "Please. Please. Oh, god. please." You smile, your eyes feverishly bright with arousal, and continue to slide that single finger inside me, rubbing against my inner walls, feeling me pulse and flutter against you. My stomach clenches. I need it. I need you. It slides in, and out, a lone finger, for long minutes while my stomach clenches and clenches less and less still, coming back from the very edge of orgasm. You can tell. The flutters are lighter, the clenching less desperate. Your fingers move up again to find my clit, so hard, so very hard this time, and this time I can't help it. I moan very softly and turn my head to you, and offer my lips. Tongue sliding in my mouth, you kiss me deep and wet and slow while your fingers begin to tap on my clit, small short bursts of veiled power, sliding up the stem and back down, my stomach clenching again against your arm muscles. I am nonsense. I am outside reality. The world has narrowed to a few precious inches, your lips ravaging mine, your fingers tapping on my clit, then sliding, then tapping again, there is no theatre, no audience, no actors, just you and me and rubbing and soft gasps against your mouth and the wetness like a secret between us and soft touches and softer touches still and my hips raising off the chair and moving toward your hand and I don't care if someone sees because oh my god the pulsing clit and your fingers and yes, oh yes there and please just a few more taps and everything clenching and everything bunching and wanting to scream at the incredible ohmygodyesness and my hand clenched on your arm as I feel the wave and here we go oh my god break, and I buck against your fingers, ohyesonce, ohyestwice, nothing in my life sweeter than the release I am breathing against your mouth, you can feel it all the short pulses and the receding flitters as you slide a single finger inside me to feel the rest of it ebb and flow away. I end up somehow with my face buried in your neck, and I lift my head to look at you, feeling muzzy and exhilarated and more sated than I think I've ever felt in my life. You kiss me sweetly on the nose, the lips, as your hand withdraws to cup me ever so gently. The odd shudder still moves through me, and I accept your kisses, acquiescent for the moment, knowing that once I get my breath back I would enjoy the next step of my seduction. And yours... The Seduction It all started innocently enough. At the time, I was singing and playing piano in Smooth Soundz, a local jazz band. Brian was a regular and had been coming to Jasper’s for about six months, but he only came on the nights that our band was playing. You see, Brian had been coming on to me since the first time he saw me at Jasper’s. Despite the fact that I was married, he was convinced that someday, my resolve would crumble and I would give in to the attraction between us. The attraction that Brian thought I was obviously just denying. Let me stop and introduce myself; my name is Callie. I recently celebrated my 34th birthday and my 10th wedding anniversary. I am 5’9 with long, straight, light red hair, and almond shaped green eyes. If I had to pick something about myself that I liked the most, it would have to be my eyes and my legs. My husband says that my eyes are “cat-like” and very sexy, and he has yet to complain about my long legs, especially when they are wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me. Sorry, I got a little off track there for a minute. Okay, getting back to Brian… I will not deny that when I first saw Brian I was instantly attracted to him. He was tall, well built with light brown hair, which he wore a little long, but still fashionable. What really got to me were his eyes. They were so brown that they were almost black and when he looked at me that first time, I felt that if I gazed into his eyes for too long, I would drown. Every time Brian came to the club he brought a single red rose, and at the end of the evening he would lay it on the stage at my feet, along with a card, which gave his phone number and address. The message was very clear. He was making the offer; all I had to do was give in. Little did I know, I was about to do just that. It was Friday night and Smooth Soundz was scheduled to play three sets at Jasper’s. My husband had promised that he would be there, but at the last minute he had to go on yet another business trip. Though this happened all of the time, I was beginning to get tired of him never being home and always missing my shows. Maybe it was that, maybe it was the full moon, or maybe it was the way that Brian looked when he walked into Jasper’s that night, dressed all in black with that single red rose, who knows. All I know is that I started looking at Brian a little differently that evening. In between one of our sets, I did something that I have never done before. I went and sat at Brian’s table and ordered a glass of wine. No words were said, we just sat there in a comfortable silence. Brian had a knowing smile on his lips and his eyes were dark with desire as he watched me sip my wine. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his hands. They looked strong yet graceful and you could tell that he didn’t push paper all day. All too soon, it was time for our last set. When I stood up from the table, Brian stood also and pulled out my chair. His arm brushed against the bare skin of mine and a jolt of intense desire rushed through my body. As I looked up at Brian he smiled and took a strand of my hair and caressed it with his fingers for a moment and let it go. Without losing eye contact, I leaned over the table and picked of the rose he had brought and inhaled its sweet fragrance. I then went back up to the stage to finish the show, finding it very hard to concentrate. During our last song, I saw Brian get up and leave. To say the least, I was disappointed. I thought that he would stay and try and talk me into going home with him. After the song was over, I just sat at the piano, staring at the card attached to the rose. Slowly, I picked up the rose, got up from the piano, got my things together and hailed the first Taxi that I saw. Brian was going to get his wish and I was going to stop denying to myself the fact that I wanted this man. I called Brian from my cell phone to let him know that I was coming over and I would be there in about twenty minutes. In my mind, I was still trying to tell myself that I didn’t have to do anything. I could just stop by and we would talk and listen to music, maybe have some wine and that’s that. What was I thinking? Talk about denial. The taxi pulled up to Brian’s address and with butterflies raging in my stomach, I paid the driver and slowly walked to the front door. As I reached to knock, Brian opened the door and stepped back to let me in. I said a shy hello and Brian took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat down and Brian poured two glassed of red wine. There were candles everywhere and the room was engulfed in their soft light. Music was coming softly from somewhere and in the corner of the room was an indoor waterfall. The sound of the water flowing over the stones put a finishing touch on the ambiance of the room. Very romantic. What more could a girl ask for? Brian had thought of everything. I nervously sipped my wine, trying to make small talk but failing to do so, I just sat there and stared a the wine in my glass. I could feel Brian’s eyes on me and a slight shiver went through me. Brian reached over and took my glass and put it on the coffee table next to his. Then he stood, taking my hand, forcing me to stand up next to him. Taking my face gently between his hands, his lips lightly touched mine and I melted into him. One kiss, that’s all it took and I was all over him. I couldn’t get enough of his lips, his tongue, the taste of him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and forced his mouth against mine harder, wanting his tongue deeper in my mouth. His hands were lightly stroking the sides of my breasts, causing my nipples to harden and strain against the material of my black stretchy shirt. I could feel his arousal pressing into my stomach. I slightly rose up on my tiptoes and back down again, rubbing against his hardness, causing him to gasp into my mouth. We then started walking, still kissing and caressing each other, towards the hallway. I was intoxicated with desire. Brian stopped kissing me and pushed me against the wall in the hallway. He brought his knee up between my legs, forcing them to part while his tongue played along the curve of my neck. I tried to touch him, I needed to touch him, but he had my hands pinned against the wall and I was helpless, entirely his. His knee was rubbing gently yet firmly against me and he whispered into my ear that even through my pants, he could smell my desire and feel how wet I was for him. Hearing him talk like that sent me over the edge and I couldn’t hold back. I ground myself into his knee and as I lost myself in my orgasm, he lifted me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. Brian had candles lit all over his room too and as he laid me gently on his bed I felt something soft against my arms. Brian had sprinkled the bed with red rose petals. The fragrance was incredible. I looked up and Brian was at the foot of the bed, just staring at me. He reached down and removed my shoes, stopping to caress each foot. Sliding his hands up my legs to my waist, he slowly pulled down my pants, planting butterfly kisses along my stomach, causing me to arch up into his touch. He then told me to sit up and he came and sat behind me. For a moment, he just held me against his chest, his arms around my waist. He lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my bra-less breasts to the cool air. I leaned back against his chest again with my head resting on his shoulder. Brian’s hands came around and cupped each breast, gently kneading my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He was gently biting my neck making me moan and press my lower back into him, feeling his hardness. One of his hands left my breast and traveled down, across my stomach, stopping just above my black silk panties. Instead of taking them off, he ran the tip of his finger over the fabric, teasing and tormenting. I spread my legs to give him better access. Pushing the fabric aside, he slipped a finger into my wetness, moving it in small circles. His thumb was pressing on my clit while his other hand still tormented my aching breast. I was just on the verge of another orgasm when Brian stopped and told me to close my eyes as he got up and laid me back against the pillows. All of a sudden, I felt something soft and heavy being slipped around my wrists. My eyes flew open but before I could react, Brian had slipped the other end of the red silk rope over the middle post on his headboard, securing my hands above my head. I started to protest, but the look in Brian’s eyes told me not to worry, just enjoy. Brian went back and stood at the foot of the bed. Keeping eye contact, he removed his white tank top, revealing a well-worked upper body. He was wearing a pair of plaid lounging pants, which he easily slipped off. And there he stood in all of his glory, all 7inches of it. I hadn’t noticed before, but Brian had the same kind of red silk ropes on each of the posts at the foot of his bed. Gently, he slipped the ropes over my feet, causing my legs to spread, the lips of my pussy glistening in the candlelight. Brian gave a low growl and proceeded to lick up the inside of my calf, sending shivers of pleasure directly to my cunt. I wanted to cum so bad it was becoming painful. Brian was biting the inside of my thighs and he wasn’t being gentle about it, but the pain just intensified my pleasure. I have never been so turned on in my life. I have never wanted to have a cock inside of me as bad as I wanted Brian’s. If I didn’t feel his tongue on my pussy soon, I just knew I would die. Finally, I felt Brian’s hot breath on my clit. I looked down and with his eyes gazing into mine, his fingers parted my lips and his lips engulfed my clit, gently sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. I thrust my hips against his mouth and came so hard that I actually squirted against his tongue. I had never done that before, but Brian was so turned on by it that he quickly raised himself, shoved his hard cock into my dripping cunt and covered my mouth with his. I could taste myself on his lips and I moved my mouth away from his and began to lick my juice from his lips and chin. Brian grabbed my hair, forcing my head to the side and bit my shoulder as he slammed his cock in and out of me. The pain and pleasure was just too much and I was in one continuous orgasm. For the first time in my life, I was so overcome with lust and passion and animal instinct that I was crying out for him to fuck me. Begging him to fuck me harder and telling him how good his cock felt in my cunt. He ravished my breast with his tongue, never stopping his tortuous rhythm on my cunt, and he grazed my rock hard nipples with his teeth. I tried to pull my hands free, needing to touch him, but the harder I pulled, the tighter the ropes got. Brian, seeing me struggle, simply laughed and pulled his cock free from my cunt. He took my feet out of the ropes and I thought that he was going to free my hands too, but to my surprise, he told me to roll over onto my stomach. When I started to protest and tell him no, he grabbed my hair again and forced me to roll over. Putting a pillow underneath my hips, Brian shoved two fingers into my cunt and much to my shame, I came again. I had never been in this position and I felt very exposed, vulnerable and dirty. Brian was telling me how lovely my ass looked in the candlelight as he softly caressed me. Then, SMACK!!! Brian began spanking my ass, keeping his fingers inside of me the whole time. As humiliating as it was, with each smack of his hand, my pussy clenched around his fingers and I was crying out for him not to stop. I could not believe that I was actually cumming out of my mind from being spanked. I was ashamed, but I didn’t want Brian to stop, I wanted more. Sensing this, Brian got up on his knees behind me and guided his cock back into my hot cunt. Again, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, Brian told me to tell him what I wanted. When I couldn’t make myself say the words, he pulled harder on my hair. Crying out in pain, I told Brian that I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard, make me his, please I begged. I would do anything he wanted, anything. Hearing me tell him what I wanted, Brian let go of my hair, grabbed my hips with both hands and fucked me fast and hard. Brian started to shake and I knew he was ready to cum. I begged Brian to cum inside of me that I wanted to feel him shoot his cum deep inside of my cunt. He leaned over my back gently kissing my neck as his orgasm consumed him. I screamed out as my own orgasm ripped through me. It was so erotic feeling him curled against my back, his cock still inside of me, his head resting on my shoulder. It was nothing like I had ever experienced and I prayed that it would not be the last time either. Brian released my hands from the rope and we lay on the bed together, my head resting on his chest while he stroked my hair. He asked me how I liked our evening together and the only response that I could think of was to jump up, grab his wrists and slip that lovely red rope over them. And well, that’s another story. The Seduction For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to have sex with my brothers. When we were younger and we used to "play" with each other it was so wonderful. We never had intercourse then, just lots of touching and rubbing, some kissing and sucking. Through the years, I often fantasized about fucking with my two brothers. Finally, about two years ago, I decided to do something about it. Both of my brothers are younger than I am. I am currently 39, my brother Alan is 35 and Robbie is 33. I am rather plump, a BBW most people would call me. I have long dark hair and an olive complexion. I have very big tits; 42DD. Alan has dark brown hair and is about 5'11. Robbie has more blonde-brown hair and is taller, about 6'1". Alan is more muscular built, while Robbie is thinner. Alan has been divorced for about 5 years and Robbie has never married. I am currently married, but my husband and I don't get together very often. He is out of town on business most of the time and although we have sex occasionally, we both have an "understanding" that we can have sex with others whenever we want as long as we are discreet. I haven't ever shared my incest fantasies with him though. I had been doing some reading about incest and had read some great stories of brother/sister love. Needless to say it put some great ideas in my head. My husband was going to be out of town for about two weeks, so I finally made the decision to do something about my fantasy. It was now or never. I wanted to fuck with both of my brothers, but I thought it would be best to start with one of them, but which one? I thought about it for awhile and decided on Alan. Remembering how he had responded to our playing around with each other during our younger years, I figured he would be the one more apt to go through with it. I called him to see what his plans were for the next couple of weeks and found he had several days free. I asked if he would like to come keep me company for a few days. Once he said yes and we had agreed on a day for him to come I started my plans. I knew that I was going to have to seduce him. When the day arrived, I picked up a couple bottles of wine and had a delicious meal fixed. By the time he arrived I was dressed and ready for him. I had chosen to wear a button up white blouse, almost sheer, with no bra. My skirt was black and rather short and of course I wore no panties. A pair of slinky black sandals completed my outfit. When I heard his car pull in the drive, I became incredibly nervous, and thought that maybe I should back out and not go through with this. I looked out the window and saw him walking up the sidewalk and my resolve returned. I wanted him bad. I had to do this. I was waiting for him when he reached the door. As soon as he came inside I grabbed him and hugged him, making sure to press my big tits against him. I reached up and gave him a big kiss on the lips. We got him settled and sat down for dinner. All through dinner, I continued flirting with him, making sure to touch him every chance I got. A few times I found ways to reach across him in a way that my tits rubbed against him. The atmosphere was becoming tense. After dinner, Alan went to get a shower. As he was in the shower, I figured out how I was going to seduce him. I lay down on the sofa and pulled my big tits out and started rubbing them, getting my nipples nice and hard. Then I pulled my skirt up and exposed my pussy. I was going to let Alan "catch" me masturbating. As I lay there rubbing my pussy and my tits, I could hear him moving in the shower. Just imagining him naked there made my pussy get so hot and wet. Before long, I heard the shower turn off and the door open. Knowing that he could hear me from where he was, I started moaning as I rubbed my pussy. I had my eyes closed, but I could sense his presence as he walked into the room. "Sis, what are you doing?" Alan asked me in an astonished tone. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was naked except for a towel around his waist. "What does it look like I'm doing Alan? I'm playing with myself." I responded to him. I continued to rub my pussy as Alan stood there looking at me. "Do you want to touch it Alan?" I asked him. "You can if you want to. It will be like when we were younger and you used to touch me." "Oh, Sis, we can't do that anymore" he told me. "I don't see why not, especially now that we are older and know what to do" I replied. "Look at my titties Alan. Wouldn't you love to touch them." "I'll touch you if you touch me." I said to him. "You used to like for me to touch you Alan." "Oh, Sissy, don't do this to me. I don't know if I can restrain myself. I'm just a man after all. Even if I am your brother, I am just a man." Alan told me. "Alan, I don't want you to restrain yourself, I want this so much. Please, Alan, just one time." I was begging him. Knowing I had to do something before I lost him, I reached out and jerked of his towel exposing his beautiful dick. Before he could move away I reached for it and wrapped my hand around it. As my fingers enclosed it I heard him gasp. I started stroking it up and down. "Oh! Alan! Oh! Alan! Your dick feels so good," I cried out. I raised up farther and leaned over and kissed his dick then opened my mouth and sucked it in. As my lips covered his dick head and my tongue worked on it, I heard him moan loudly! His knees were about to buckle. As he took his hands and placed them on my head pressing me onto his dick, I knew there was no turning back now. It was going to happen! My brother and I were going to fuck. "Oh, Oh! Yes, Sissy, Yes Sissy, suck my dick. Suck my dick" Alan cried out as I sucked on his cock. I worked my tongue all around the head and up and down the shaft to his balls then back up again. Tasting every sweet inch of my brother's juicy cock. I raised up and looked at Alan. He helped me get my blouse off so my tits were completely exposed to him. He took one of them in his hand and lowered his mouth to it. I felt him licking on my nipple then he took my nipple into his mouth and latched onto my tit, sucking it hard. "Oh yes, baby brother, latch onto Sissy's titty. Suck Sissy's big titty baby brother." I whispered to him as he continued sucking my tits, moving from one to the other. He raised up and sat between my legs. He helped me remove my skirt. I loved it as he slid it down over my plump ass exposing my pussy to his view. It turned me on just knowing that he was looking at my naked body. I will always remember the look on his face as he gazed on my pussy. "Can I touch it, Sissy? Can I touch your pussy?" He asked me. "Yes, Alan, Yes. Please touch Sissy's pussy." I begged him. My legs were spread and my pussy lips were open. He reached out and I felt his hand touch my pussy. He began petting my pussy, rubbing my pussy hair, then working his way down to my pussy lips. His fingers slid between my slit and found my pussy hole. He slid a finger inside and worked it in and out, and then he slid two fingers in. With his other hand he found my clit and started rubbing it. I was moaning in ecstasy as my brother finger fucked me. "Oh Alan it feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop" I cried out. I was humping against his hand as he finger fucked me. My big tits bouncing with every hump. All of the sudden he stopped. He was up between my legs. "I want to kiss your pussy, Sissy," Alan told me. " I want to put my mouth on your pussy and kiss it." "Yes Alan, kiss my pussy, kiss my pussy," I moaned and he leaned over and pressed his lips to my pussy lips. I spread my legs and pussy lips as wide as I could. I wanted the full benefit of my brother's mouth on my pussy. I felt him press his lips harder against my puss. "Lick it Alan, Lick my puss. Use your tongue and lick up my pussy juice, I was begging him. I felt his warm tongue reach out and lick against my clit and slide down to my cunt hole. He worked it up into my hole then back to my clit again. He took my clit between his lips and sucked it hard. I looked down between my legs and it was an awesome sight. My brother, naked, between my legs and eating my pussy! I couldn't hold it any longer. I felt my orgasm rising fast. "Alan, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I cried out as I felt my orgasm start to shake through my body. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Alan, you are making your Sissy cum! I'm going to cum pussy juice on your face. Lick up my pussy juice baby brother. Yes! Yes!" I cried out as my orgasm took over. Even as I collapsed after my orgasm was subsiding, Alan continued licking my cunt. Finally he raised up from between my legs with pussy juice dripping from his face. He sat up on the sofa and I saw his dick was big and hard. It was throbbing and I wanted it in my pussy. I raised up and he pulled me to him. I straddled his lap facing him and he began kissing on my tits again. I reached down and took his dick in my hand. I began stroking him and rubbing his dick against my pussy. I rubbed it against my clit then slid it up and down my slit getting pussy juice all over it. "Alan, you know what I want most, don't you?" I asked him. " I want to feel your dick inside my pussy." "Please, Alan, fuck me. Fuck your Sissy. Fuck me baby brother" I begged him. I raised my ass up enough so that we could position his dick at my pussy hole. When I felt the head of his dick at my entrance, I thought I would pass out. No turning back now. This was it. My brother was going to fuck me. He was going to put his dick in my cunt and fuck me. We were going to commit incest. This entire concept just seemed to excite me more and before either of us could change our minds I lowered myself on to his big dick taking it into my pussy hole. Inch by inch he filled me up with his dick. "Oh Sissy, Oh Sissy, We're fucking! We're fucking" Alan cried out as we started moving together. Slowly at first we moved together, finding our rhythm. I leaned closer to him and began kissing him on the lips. I pressed my tits onto his chest as we kissed. I rode his cock slowly, savoring every inch of it in my cunt. Alan had reached around me grabbing my plump ass and pulling me closer. I began riding his cock faster, bouncing my big tits against his chest. "Yes Alan, we are brother and sister fucking. Oh Alan, it is wonderful! I love how your dick feels in my pussy." I told him. "Feel it Alan, feel your big dick in my puss!" "Do you like fucking me Alan? Do you like fucking your sissy?" I asked him as he pumped his cock into my cunt. "Oh! Yes sissy, I like fucking you. I love my dick in your cunt." Alan replied to me between kisses. "Ride it baby, Ride my big cock sissy. That's the way, ride your brother's big cock" Alan whispered to me. I was humping on his cock taking it all in my cunt. I would rise up and then slowly lower myself letting my pussy hole swallow up his dick. I loved the position we were in so I could see his face as we fucked. I wanted to look at him and see my brother fucking me. My tits were bouncing on his chest and my nipples were so hard from all of the rubbing. Alan had a good hold on my plump ass as I rode his cock. I started humping faster. He reached down between us and his hand found my clit. He started rubbing it as I humped faster. I was going to cum! I was going to cum on my brother's big dick! "Oh! Oh! Alan! I'm going to cum!" I cried out. "Please don't stop, Alan. Fuck me, Fuck me Alan" "Yes baby, Yes Sissy, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna make you cum." Alan was telling me as he started rubbing my clit faster. "I'm going to shoot my wad, sissy. I'm going to shoot my wad in your pussy!" Alan was moaning. "Yes, baby brother, please shoot your wad in my cunt. I want my brother's cum in my cunt. Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was crying out in ecstasy as my orgasm came. I was riding him hard as I started cumming. In a matter of seconds I felt him begin to cum. I could feel his wonderful wad exploding in my pussy. "Oh, Oh, Oh," we both were gasping as our orgasms finally began to subside. With his dick still in my pussy, I leaned closer and kissed him on the lips deeply. I could feel our juices mingling together. Brother and sister, together in the most intimate way. "Oh, Alan, that was so wonderful. I have been dreaming of this for so long." I told him. "Please, don't let this be the only time. I want to fuck you always". "Sissy, I will promise you, this won't be the only time. Now that I have finally had your pussy, I will always want it." Alan replied to me. " I will always want to suck your big titties and my dick will always want to find it's way into your pussy hole." "I'm yours Alan. My tits, my ass, and my pussy. Anytime you want them." I assured him. We lay down on the sofa together, Alan wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I looked at the mirror on the other side of the room and I could see us lying together on the sofa, our arms around each other, our naked bodies pressed together. It was such an erotic sight, my naked brother holding me, his naked sister. Before I closed my eyes, I realized that this was just the beginning and I was looking forward to what would cum next. The Seduction I stand in front of you, my eyes gazing deeply into yours, slowly I begin undoing the buttons on my shirt… one by one, it opens to reveal a lacy, sheer bra, barely covering my hard nipples, your mouth waters as you see how erect they are…slowly I slide the shirt down over my naked shoulders and let it fall to the ground.. I lift my hands to my waist and start undoing my jeans, I push them down over my hips and step out of them, still watching you as your eyes follow my hands down to the top of my sheer thong, I hook my thumb in I slide it down over my thighs and kick it off at my feet….. Still watching you intensely, I walk over to you and reach behind me, releasing the clasp of my bra, it opens and my breasts are released, nipples instantly hardening against the cool air… again I let it drop to the floor and seductively lower myself to my knees at your feet… I softly place my hands upon your knees and drag my long nails lightly up over the inside of your thighs and along the outline of your stomach, I watch your body tingle and tense from the soft caress… Leaning in closer, I snake out my tongue and trace the trail Ive left with my hot wet tip, licking your leg, nibbling your flesh , my teeth grazing across your skin as I make my way up along your trembling thighs, your heart begins to pound hard, your breath quickens and your pulse races as you watch me…. My hands still caressing your naked body more firmly, my nails digging in gently as I reach your nipples, pinching and pulling on them firmly, rolling them in my fingertips, my eyes staring deeply into yours… Seductively I place both hands on your knees as I slide my naked body up along yours, my naked flesh caressing your tingling body,my hard nipples dragging along your skin.. I hear your breath quicken, my face is close to yours, our eyes never parting as I lift my finger to your lips and trace my long red nail across them I push it inside your mouth and force you to suck on it…. Watching your eyes as you suck my finger hungrily, I slide it back out and place it against my hard nipple, flicking it around the tip of my breast, making it all wet from your own wet mouth… I lean in and bite your lower lip, pulling it gently in my teeth as I kiss you deeply, my tongue teasing yours inside your mouth… I lick, bite and tease my way down your neck, continuing to nibble at your naked flesh, chewing and sucking your hard nipples firmly one by one… Flicking my wet tongue over you, I drag my nails and my naked body back down yours and slide on to my knees… I smile up at you as you watch me reach for something…….. then you feel it, I drape a silken scarf around each ankle and wrist to the chair, binding you tightly so you cant move you dont resist, your cock twitches in anticipation… once you are secured I look up at you, smiling I begin to lick you starting at your toes licking and sucking your toe and making my way up your ankle, along your thigh, you feel my teeth bite and nibble at you gently I continue up your body till I am almost at eye level with your cock My hand reaches for you, and holds you upright as I smile and move closer sticking out my tongue I lick the tip of your cock flicking my hot wet tongue around the rim of your thick hard cock kissing and sucking gently around the perfect roundness of you, my tongue teasing the eye and licking off the pre cum I open my mouth wider to take you inside, the heat from my mouth so intense you almost cum immediately You throb and twitch upon my tongue as you feel my lips glide up and down your thick hard shaft I take you in deeper and deeper sucking you, so wet, so hot, you thrust yourself up into my mouth as you struggle to move in your silken restraints I slide my lips down all the way till you are completely inside of my mouth, all of you, my tongue teasing you inside my wet mouth as you feel your heavy balls tighten I look up at you and smile as you feel yourself start to lose control, your toes clenched... you thrust your hips wildly up and down against my mouth , you fuck my mouth, my lips sucking you harder and harder my hands squeezing your balls as they twitch and tighten further smiling up at you, mmmmmmm I moan, "I want to taste you I say" "I want you to cum in my mouth", I keep sucking you, you thrust again harder and deeper as you feel your juices preparing to explode down into my throat… I feel you throbbing and pulsing in my mouth, knowing how close you are I continue sucking you, my nails teasing your balls, you throw back your head moaning loudly as your juices spurt deep down my throat, gulping I try to swallow it all, it dribbles between my lips onto my chest I drink your juices, sliding down my throat, dribbling over my chin as I lick and suck your pulsing cock. your thighs trembling as your body is wracked with wave after wave of orgasm mmmmmmm I swallow everything you have to offer as your body tries to recover, your heart pounding and your pulse racing...using my finger I scoop off the droplets of cum that are left on my chest.. you watch as I lift my finger to my mouth and lick you from them...smiling, I reach down to untie you as you try to catch your breath.... The Seduction My name is Carlotta Crusoe and when I was just eighteen years old I went to Italy on a High School trip. If I hoped this trip to be romantic and exciting I was quickly disappointed. Our two-week excursion was for educational purposes only and for the first week our teachers kept us on our toes going from museum to stately house, to boring lecture after lecture. I think I would have thrown myself in the nearest river to end the purgatory of it all if everyone in my group hadn’t gone down with a nasty dose of food poisoning. I was lucky because being allergic to fish means I didn’t eat any of the fish that night but everyone else did, in great quantities, it was salmon after all and boy did they pay the price. It’s fortunate we all had our own bathrooms because if we hadn’t there would have been one hell of a mess. There is something to be said for a single room with a toilet and a shower. As I was the only person who was unscathed during this bilious encounter with salmonella I was given the task to cancelling the rest of our trips. There was no way anyone was going to recover quickly from this, and by the time anyone was better it would be time to fly home. I thanked God for my allergy and happily made several phone calls, and when necessary went in person to cancel our visits. I remember even now the lecture Miss Gabb gave me between throwing up and running to the toilet. I listened politely and assured her that I knew my responsibilities. I would cancel all the trips, and then come back to the hotel and perhaps I could use the pool and sauna? Miss Gabb agreed, we had all been banned from using the hotel’s facilities as this was an educational holiday, but with everyone being so sick, it seemed unfair to confine me to my room when I was hale and hearty, it wasn’t my fault I had a fish allergy. Also it would keep me out of mischief and stop me from wandering, something I have a habit of doing. Of course Miss Gabb never envisaged me getting seduced by the Milano de Venus family. Did I say family? I do mean family, three generations to be exact. All were called Leonardo de Venus, but each had had identifying knick name. Fifty-nine year old Leto de Venus was the father of 38-year-old Leon de Venus who in turn was the father of 17-year-old Leo de Venus. They owned one of the grandest Italian stately homes in the country and fifteen years ago had opened it to the public so that it could pay its way. Our visit was to be one of the last visits of the season, and this was probably the reason I could not get anyone on the phone to cancel the visit. In the end I took a taxi to the House to cancel it in person. I have to admit the house dazzled me the moment I saw it. It was made from white and grey marble, carved exquisitely in a baroque style that Miss Dabb was always going on about. I marvelled at it as I paid the driver and walked up the stone steps to the wrought iron gates that led to the biggest oak door I have ever seen in my life. There was no doorbell of course and as hard as I knocked no one answered. Eventually I had the foresight to abandon the front door and went around the side. It was here I found the booking office but it was closed. The house was not open to the public on a Monday a notice said in several different languages. Today was a Monday. I swore under my breath. “Can I help you Senora?” the voice was young, lightly accented and even before I turned toward the voice I knew I was in for a pleasant surprise. He was probably only a year or so older than me, dressed in expensive but casual clothes with a shock of golden hair and ice blue eyes that made my knees go week. I felt like a frump in my blue school uniform and I inwardly cursed Miss Gabb for making me wear it whenever I left the hotel. The vision smiled at me. ”Can I help you?” he asked again. “I’m Carlotta Crusoe from St Hilda’s Roman Catholic Girls School,” I squeaked, “We are supposed to be coming here on Wednesday for a tour.” “Oh yes,” the vision smiled and I felt my nipples tingle under my blouse, and at that moment his smiled broadened as if he was aware of the effect he was having on me, “How can I help you?” I told him about the food poisoning. He looked appropriately horrified and sympathetic. ”And you escaped it?” he said to and I told him sheepishly about my allergy to all things fishy. “Lucky for you,” he said and I nodded my head in agreement. “We will of course cancel it,” he said, “We will refund all monies but we will have to keep the deposit, for administration costs.” I nodded my head. Miss Gabb would be pleased, she hadn’t expected to be offered a refund of any sort because of the short notice involved. “You look hot,” he said, “Come inside and have a cold drink?” “I must be going,” I began but he smile such a glorious golden smile that I found myself saying, well just a small drink, before I called a taxi to take me back to the hotel. He told me his name was Leo, short for Leonardo. It was a family name. He was gorgeous to look at and I think he knew it. Not in a smarmy way but in a self confident rich way that befitted his class and status. He took me to the biggest lounge I have ever come across. A room with wall to wall carpets, antique furniture and the most wonderful fifteen foot long sofa made of green and gold brocade. Surprisingly it was soft to sit on and the matching cushions were divine to sink back into. “Lemonade?” he said to me and I nodded my head. I had been struck dumb and I felt foolish. Instead I tried to put across an air of silent sophistication. Clad in my blue school uniform I failed miserably. I squirmed thinking of the white knee high socks I was wearing, I must have looked like a country bumpkin! I watched him walk across the room with elegant strides. He was wearing black jeans; they looked expensive cut trousers but were in fact jeans. Tight fitting jeans around a firm, supple bum. I shivered but not with the cold. As I waited for my drink I looked at the walls of this magnificent lounge. There were paintings, small tapestries and delicate wall hung ornaments on display. Nothing tacky or cheap, tasteful and probably worth a fortune. I got up from seat and walked over to the huge marble fire place. There was no fire in but I could tell that it was used when necessary. It was a working fire place, and my fingers tingled as I touched the cold white marble of the pillars that made up part of its structure. Above it was a long red velvet curtain, pleated and heavy in its resplendent beauty. It was covering something and being a curious person I found my reaching for the gold tasselled rope that hung tempting near to my left arm. The rope gave easily and the curtain slid away to reveal its hidden treasure. I sucked in my breath. I had never before seen a portrait such as this before. I doubted if many people had ever seen something so explicit, so erotic so deliciously wicked as what my sixteen year old eyes were gazing upon at that very moment. Three men were caressing a young woman lying on a green and gold brocade sofa. She was naked, as where they. You could not see their faces as the painter had painted them facing the woman lying on the sofa. One man was kneeling, his head bent over one of her succulent young breasts, you could almost see the nipple almost filling his mouth. The second man was by her legs, he had parted them and his head was buried deep in her crotch but it as the third that left me mesmerised. He was kissing the girl. His face hid hers and hers hid his but he had a shock of golden hair and his lean young body spoke of youth, where the other two men seemed varying degrees older but they were fit and lean. The girl on the sofa was not struggling. Her body was arched, her hands wound around the golden headed youth and her very posture spoke of pleasure, willingness and desire. I was awe struck and didn’t here the door open or Leo return. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” it was not Leo’s voice that invaded my senses. I swung around and faced a handsome older man, who had Leo’s eyes but his skin was creased and bronzed and his golden hair was lined with silver. I blushed with embarrassment but the man was not all perturbed. “I am Leto,” he said in perfect clipped English, “Leo’s Grandfather; he told me we had a guest.” “I’m sorry,” I heard myself say but he just smiled at me. ”Why are you sorry?” he said, “The painting is beautiful, we only keep it covered because it offends some people.” “It is amazing,” I said and I heard my voice tremor, “Who is she?” “She is called the de Venus Whore,” he said matter of factly, “She was the Mistress of three generations of my family in the 1400’s, it was a family tradition, sharing the de Venus Whore, it only stopped in the late 19th Century, Victorian prudery ruled the day.” ”She doesn’t look unhappy with her lot,” I heard myself say and then I blushed furiously. Leto laughed but it was with genuine humour and warmth. “My dear girl,” he said, “You are quite right, all the Mistresses who held the title de Venus Whore were never unhappy with their lot, they were pampered, pleasured and spoilt by their Masters, of course they had no status, but as soon as they became pregnant, they were given a pension and married off to some middle class merchant or banker who was only too happy to turn a blind eye to their swelling bellies at the alter, specially as they were well paid for the magnanimity.” “It sounded like it was a good arrangement,” I said. “It was,” Leto said smiling at me, “Come, sit down, my grandson will bring drinks, my son should be joining us, his name is Leon by the way.” I was dazed by all that I was hearing and taking in but I was also excited. An excitement I couldn’t quite place or understand. I felt hot under my armpits, and my breasts seemed to be pushing against the lacy cups of my bra. Self consciousness to the curious gaze of my host I pulled my blazer tight across my middle. I was sure he could see right through me. I sat on the green and brocade sofa, aware suddenly that it was the one in the portrait over the fire. As I sat on the slightly starched cloth, I felt a strange feeling run up my legs and deep into my crotch. I was shocked. I managed to sit down without crying out, composing my features into a strained smile. A few minutes later Leo appeared carrying a silver tray, followed by another man I took to be Leto’s son’s Leon and Leo’s father. Looking at them it was like looking at three stages of one man’s life. The 19 year old pale skinned Adonis, his father, a man in his prime, lean and hungry looking with finely sculptured Roman features and Leto older than both of them but certainly more sexy. I was momentarily horrified by this thought. Leto was at least 50 or 60 years old, how could I think he was sexy…but he was, oh God he was! I accepted the glass of lemonade from Leo, trying not to look at him the way he was looking at me. Our fingers touched and I felt a surge of electricity surge through me. I bit back a little whimper, managed to smile at him and accepted the drink. It was icy cold and deliciously sweet. The room had gone quiet; the men had drinks, in silver goblets which they sipped from their eyes on me, making me sweat though I did not know why. “So Carlotta,” Leto said surprising me by knowing my name but Leo must have told him, “Do you like it Italy?” “Yes,” I said, “Though I haven’t seen much of it, everyone got sick too quickly.” “My grandson told me,” Leto’s warm rich voice was full of sympathy, “It’s a shame.” “Yes,” I said with a sigh. I tried to concentrate on what was being said but my eyes were drawn to the painting over the fireplace. “You like the de Venus whore I see,” Leon spoke for the first time, like his father and son he lacked a heavy Italian accent, but I could hear the ring of old Rome in his worlds, “She started a family tradition with her sluttish ways.” They all laughed and I flushed but not from embarrassment. I liked what Leon was saying, liked it very much. They were all standing up I realised, in a half circle, watching me. Leo smiled at me. “What was her name?” I heard myself say my eyes yet again drawn back to the painting. “Does it matter?” Leto asked, “She was the de Venus Whore whilst she was here, that was who she was, her name is a footnote long since forgotten in history.” I nodded my head. “Yes,” I felt slightly dizzy which was odd because I was sitting down. “I’m very hot,” I heard myself say. “It is hot,” Leon spoke almost gently, “Leo, help Carlotta take off her blazer.” I didn’t resist when Leo came to my side and helped me out of my blazer. “Undo your tie,” Leto spoke now, “That’s it, remove it completely, you will feel cooler.” I did feel cooler. I wanted to undo my blouse too but something momentarily stopped me. The room had got brighter, the furniture more antique and decadent but the three men and the painting were all that my eyes beheld. Leto eyes were holding mine in place, he wasn’t smiling but his lips were twisted slightly, almost mockingly but I was transfixed. I heard the buttons on my blouse pop open one by one. Leo was sitting beside me now and his long slender fingers were slowly undoing the buttons on my school blouse. I was aware of what he was doing but I did nothing to stop him, nor did I protest, I couldn’t if I had wanted to. Leo gently pulled my blouse apart to expose the white lace of my bra. Leo’s fingers pushed the bra cups over my breasts to reveal two firm mounds with pink circular nipples mottled and taut. I almost protested then but Leo’s fingers curved around one breast and his head lowered to the other and his mouth took charges of senses. I gave a cry of pleasure as my right nipple filled his mouth and he sucked the puckered aroused flesh. I was still staring at Leto when Leon came to sit on the other side of me. He took my left arm and began to kiss my fingers, one by one. It was delicious sensation, even more so when he began to gently suck each finger, using his tongue to run over the ridges on each of my fingertips. Leto put down his goblet and seemed to glide over to the sofa. I had been eased back into the sumptuous sofa by his son and grandson and my body was tingling from their touch and caresses. Leto knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my knees. I watched as he slowly, ever so slowly unhooked my pleated skirt and eased it down my thighs. He tugged off my Mary Jane shoes and rolled down my socks, removing them slowly. I groaned, arched my back but allowed it to happen. Leto began kissing the ball of my foot and making me gasp and then my right foot and then his hands reached for the top of my knickers. I think I momentarily stiffened but Leto kissed my thighs and stroked my knees and I relaxed. My underwear was discarded to one side with the skirt and shoes. With practiced ease he spread my legs wide and it was then I found out the true meaning of pleasure. His head moved downward and buried itself into my crotch whilst simultaneously his tongue did things inside me that I never imagined a tongue could do. My eyes widened, my back arched and I let out a cry of wonderment. I realised that Leo and Leon were both sucking a nipple each and that I was stroking both their golden heads and rather than being horrified by it all, I was gloriously delighted. Leon kissed my breast, snaking up the mound to my chin. “You are the de Venus Whore,” he whispered, “We’ve been waiting for you for a very long time….” Of course, it all made sense now. The painting and my reaction to it. I found myself smiling as I pushed my face to his and let his tongue fill my mouth. I then turned to Leo and did the same, kissing them alternately, enjoying the taste of both them in my mouth whilst savouring the sensation between my legs. Although I was a virgin I seemed to instinctively know what to do, how to caress, how to touch, how to respond. Bit by bit the last of my clothes were removed and discarded. I was soon naked and my throbbing body was lying on the green and gold brocade cushions as three men, sucked, kissed and licked me into virtual ecstasy. The three men worked together as a team, swapping places with each other so that all got a bit of the fruit (me) on offer. Leto nuzzled my mouth and snaked his tongue between my teeth. I kissed him back hungrily. I could feel Leon’s fingers moving in and out of the slippery wetness between my legs, at first I had been tight and had winced when he had pushed his fingers inside me at first but now it was getting easier and easier to do as my juices began to flow. “You get to choose,” Leon said softly to me as sucked my earlobe, “Who gets to pop your cherry and fuck you for the first time?” My heart beat hard in my chest. Who out of these three glorious men was I going to let have me for the very first time? “I want Leto,” I heard myself say, “I want him to be first.” I think Leto knew he would be first though he did not make it obvious. The other two men prepared me whilst Leto stripped off all his clothes. For a man of 59 he had a magnificent body, and his cock which was a swollen throbbing mass was getting ready to deprive me of my virginity. He was stroking it with both hands, watching me, his mocking fathomless blue eyes gleaming like hard gem stones and I could feel myself sinking into those empty pools of shining light. Leon and Leo kissed my mouth and nipples whilst each taking a leg each and slowly spreading them apart as wide as possible and holding them in place so that Leto could access me easily. My glistening cunt was exposed to the world and Leo once again moved between my legs. “Don’t be gentle,” I heard myself say and I heard a soft chuckle from Leto. “I don’t intend to be,” he said and I felt the hard tip of his cock touch my swollen wet vagina lips. He didn’t try to ease himself in, he thrust hard into me, making my eyes bulge and my body buck, a cry gurgled from my lips but it was one of pleasure mingled with surprise and pain. Leto and Leon held me in place, so I barely moved as Leto’s cock drove deep inside me. “Oh God,” I heard myself gasp and my eyes watered and then Leo was kissing my mouth and Leon was sucking and squeezing my breasts and Leto was inside me and he was holding my thighs. Leo and Leon let go of my legs then and Leto grasped them, forcing them around his waist and then he began to pump. Back and forth, hard deep thrusts hat made my eyes widen and breath explode from my lips. His balls were slapping hard against my buttocks and I had never felt anything so amazing in all my life. His cock was like a revelation to me and I was crying out in pure pleasure which each hard thrust. Leon pushed two of his fingers in my mouth and I eagerly sucked them. They weren’t enough. “I want your cock in my mouth,” I gasped, “Hurry I want to suck your cock!” He obliged, undressing quickly and climbing onto the sofa. My hands eagerly reached for his cock which was already hard and warm and I drew it into my mouth, gagging at first but not wanting him to withdraw. Leo helped his father, guiding my head back and forth on his cock, encouraging me to suck, moan and lick. With practiced ease I felt my body change position, I was rolling so that suddenly I was on top of Leto and I was pumping up and down on his cock but Leon somehow had remained kneeling only he was above us both and I was sucking his cock which Leto sucked my tits and fucked me simultaneously. I instinctively knew that Leo was going to enter me from behind. I knew it and I didn’t mind. I relaxed my bottom and felt him part my cheeks. He lubricated me with his tongue. Do you know what it is like to have a tongue up your ass? It is absolutely wonderful! I would have screamed in pleasure if I wasn’t too busy giving head. The Seduction He used his fingers too, sucking them and ramming them into my hole, making me buck and gurgle and then I felt this cock tip touching my ring, he had lubricated it with some kind of gel I’m sure because he slid up my ass with amazing ease. He wasn’t gentle either, he began to pump with equal vigour and my whole was body was a mass of raw pleasure. They were grunting, and gasping as much as I was whilst talking to each other. “Pinch her tits,” I heard Leo say to his father and I obliged by lifting myself slightly off Leto’s chest so Leon could grasp both my nipples and pinch them. It hurt and tears filled my eyes but I liked it, and when he stopped my eyes begged him to continue. My tender flesh was sucked, pinched, stroked and rubbed. I could barely breathe with all the sensations that were surging around me, I felt as if I was on a carousel of pleasure in which the only way was up. You would have thought that Leto would have been the first one to come, after all he had started first so to speak but surprisingly it was Leo who shot his load first, I felt his body tense behind me, his hands pinch my hips and his thrusts go harder and deeper if that was possible and then I felt an explosion inside of me as his hot semen filled me up and I was gratified that he found my tender rump so pleasurable, I was even more gratified when withdrew from inside me and set to work on my tits with equal gusto. His father stopped pinching the swollen buds were now red hot and tender and Leo latched onto them as if I was a cow about to be milked. I gurgled in delight and sucked harder on Leon’s cock, knowing that he would soon come and that I would be busy taking my first lesson in deep swallowing. I didn’t know it then but I was deep throating Leon and when he finally exploded very little of his cum slid out of my mouth. I gulped it all down with surprising ease and his cry of pleasure as I did this made my whole body throb with a strange but deliciously violent sensation that I would later understand were more orgasms slowly building up for a climax that would practically blow my brains out of my head. He slid from my sticky mouth and joined his son tenderising my tits even more. I was hammering up and down on Leto’s cock like a jack-hammer and he was barely sweating but I was drenched from the exertion and now my mouth was free I was crowing like a hawk. My eyes were closed, my body was arched and I was pounding up and down like there was no tomorrow. “Let’s help her cum properly,” I heard Leto say, I didn’t know what he meant and then I felt a sticking slap on my left rump cheek and then another on my right one. It was burning and it made my eyes shoot open. ”What…?” I cried out and I realised that Leo and Leon were taking turns to slap my rising and falling buttocks. I nearly cried out in protest but then I realised that I liked it, that it was making the waves that were surging through me go faster and faster. “Oh God!” I screamed as my body bucked up and down faster and faster, “Oh God!” Both men were sucking my tits, reminding me of greedy babies having their supper and then it happened, the most amazing sensation I had ever had in my whole young life. I don’t know how to describe it, all I can say is that a myriad of colours danced in front of my eyes, my eyes bulged, my body thrashed about more than before, my tits begged to be sucked into empty sacs and my womb demanded to be filled up with an explosion of delicious cum. As if he was aware of what was happening to me, Leto suddenly thrust harder between my legs, grabbed my red hot buttocks and rammed home so much spunk that it ran down my legs in a river when I finally managed to stand up. My cunt, womb and cervix were saturated and I was crying with the sheer pleasure, joy and debauchery of it. My life was never going to be the same again… Of course I couldn’t tell anyone what had happened. I felt very smug and self satisfied with myself and the three de Venus men thanked me for my pleasures. I was officially the de Venus whore. Leon took me downstairs to the kitchen where there was an empty room which had a bathroom attached to it. I washed myself thoroughly; I knew that I could not go back to the hotel smelling of sweat and sex. I knew I was going to be very sore the next day and for several days after but I didn’t mind at all. Just thinking about my seduction made me feel damp between the legs again. My exit was made through the kitchen side door that led into an alleyway and then into the street that would take me to a taxi rank several metres away. It was the way the de Venus whore would have come and gone in the old days. The room I had used to wash and dress had been hers when she was not in her Masters beds. She was pampered and spoilt but she had to know her place. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Leo said to me as I adjusted my school skirt. “Oh yes I did’” I assured him. He smiled at me. “I would have liked to have fucked you myself,” he said suddenly. “You did,” I said with a giggle thinking of my throbbing bottom and smiling lustfully at the memory. “No,” he said seriously, “Properly, like my grandfather.” You wouldn’t think that I could feel horny after so much sex could you, but I did. “Would you like to?” I asked him. He looked around furtively. “Yes,” he admitted, “I shouldn’t, it’s against the tradition you know.” I didn’t want him to break with tradition but I wanted him to fuck me as well. I licked my lips. “How about fucking me in there?” I pointed to the room that I had just used to wash and dress. He shook his head and I sighed with frustration. “Let’s go into the alley,” he said and he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the building into the dingy walkway that I would soon use to head for the hotel. Part of the alley way was used to store rubbish that would be taken away to be dumped. Leaning against the wall was an old mattress and Leo pushed me against it. It was cold but dry and it was firm enough to be used for what we wanted it for. Leo put his hand under my skirt and suddenly I was no longer wearing my knickers. They were torn in two and he tossed them away. “I want you go back to the hotel knowing I’ve been inside you,” he said and my knees almost buckled with desire and I groaned and sagged against the mattress. My breasts no longer hurt, he tugged open my blouse, pushed my bra over my tits and latched onto my left nipple making me groan even more. I kissed the side of his neck and he kissed me back, I could feel the bulge in his pants getting harder. “Carlotta the whore,” he said rolling his words slowly and making me shiver, “It makes me horny thinking of you as a slut.” “I’m your whore,” I said and he pushed his tongue into my mouth and made me gasp in delight. “I mustn’t break with tradition,” he whispered to me and I almost whimpered in disappointment but he kissed my ear lobe. “If I pay you,” he said softly, “I wouldn’t be breaking with tradition, let me treat you like a proper whore who works for her living.” My stomach churned. Be paid for having sex with him? I found myself nodding my head. He kissed my chin and we got down to business. First I gave him a blow job on my knees in the alley, This helped get him ready to fuck me, then he fucked me against the mattress in the alley. For this I was paid the equivalent to £30 which he put in my blazer pocket. The sex was as good with him as it was with his grandfather and I made a profit too. I went back to the hotel feel deliciously wicked with only a smattering of guilt. My only disappointment was that I hadn’t managed to get fucked by Leon as well. I had fucked both Leto and Leo and I was greedy enough to want Leon the same way as well. I got my wish the following day with a bonus addition. He came to the hotel Leo with the paperwork that I had left behind with regard to the cancelled tour. As Miss Gabb was still being sick and running to the toilet I took them both to my room. “We both want to fuck you,” Leon said to me bluntly after I had shut and locked the door, “Leo suggested it last night, if we paid you, it wouldn’t be breaking with tradition would it?” I cottoned on quickly that Leo hadn’t told his father that he had already had me in the alleyway not long after the session in the house but I wasn’t bothered. I liked Leo, and if I got to bang him again, well that was a BIG bonus. I pretended to look uncertain. Leo’s eyes glinted with appreciation, he liked that I was willing to play games. “Well,” I said, “I’m not sure…” Leon smiled at me. “Of course you won’t want to break with tradition either,” he said and I smiled back at him. “I don’t,” I said, “But if you were to force me…” my voice trailed off and the two men looked at each other. This was a far better idea. “Of course,” Leon said to his son, “Why should we pay a slut when we can get it for free?” Why indeed? A few seconds later I was lying on my back on my bed, whimpering out my protests as they tore my clothes off and flung them to one side. Leon likes to talk dirty, even more than Leon and he was quite shocking, I was soon blushing with all the things he said he was going to do to me in the next few hours. I might add that he put his money where his mouth was, and he certainly didn’t short change me! Leo enjoyed it as much as his father and I played the protesting girl right up to my last orgasm. I cried, I begged, I pleaded with them to stop. Of course they didn’t. They laughed and Leo held my arms above my head so Leon could suck and feel up my tits whilst I struggled. They pretended that my struggling annoyed them so Leo held me down whilst Leon performed oral sex on me. I bucked like a filly, crying out that that it was oh so very wrong of them! When this didn’t shut me up, Leo suggested to Leon that he put something in my mouth to shut me up. His father agreed and together he and his father performed a new kind of 69 position on me. Leo’s cock was in my mouth, he literally was sitting on my face but he was facing his father who had spread by legs and was now getting ready to have a good long ride between my thrashing legs. Leo was holding my arms and rocking in and out of my mouth, forcing me to suck, whimper, lick, suck and sob. I bucked again as Leon drove his cock inside of me and then I was bouncing, sucking, thrashing, crying, and protesting on my bed. I was helpless to resist them. Two hours later they left and I was so sore (but sated) I could barely walk for several hours. I couldn’t believe how gut wrenchingly orgasmic it had been. Of course like my other little encounters I kept them to myself but I did get one more surprise before I returned to England. The night before we were due to fly home I got a phone call in my room. It was midnight; everyone was in bed, even me! And it was Leto. He told me to meet him outside the secondary fire escape. Of course I did. It was dark and quiet near this fire escape, and I slid down it silently. I didn’t see Leto at first as it was so dark, there were no lights in this part of the building. The Staff entrance which was nearby was locked and only a dim yellow light glowed. He made me jump when he came out of the darkness. “Leto,” I breathed in delight. He said nothing, just reached for me, his hand cupping a breast and his mouth meeting mine. I melted into his arms. He led me behind the nearby rubbish bins. There was a ledge with cracked leather lining on it. This was where the staff sneaked out to have a quick smoke. I wrinkled my nose at the smell but he was undoing my blouse and ordering me to pull my knickers down. Of course I hurried to obey him, my hormones overriding my sense of smell. I had no bra on of course and when his mouth found my chilled nipple, I gurgled out a cry of pleasure. “I’m going to fuck your brains out you little whore,” he whispered into my ear and my eyes widened whilst my body bucked in pleasure at his rough words. He dragged up my skirt with one hand and pushed his fingers inside me, deep and hard making me squirm and jerk but in pleasure not pain. I was already wet with anticipation. He hand fucked me hard, but he didn’t make me come, not then. He was going to have his fun and he was going to make sure I remembered every last minute of it! He made me whimper in pleasure, especially as he whispered what he was going to do to me and how I was going to enjoy it but first I had to do a little begging. I had to beg him to fuck me, not just between my legs but up my ass as well. I had to beg and plead with him to do this to me which I did of course because it turned me on no end as he knew it would! And so my last evening in Italy was spent having Leto de Venus’ cock rammed up me in a variety of deliciously wicked ways, I don’t know who enjoyed it more, me or him but it certain was one hell of a going away present is all I can say! And so the very next day I sadly returned home to England and my humdrum life but two years later I returned to Italy, as a University student studying the Italian classics and I took up my post as the de Venus Whore more seriously. I was welcomed back with open arms and this time there is no breaking with tradition. I get to fuck all three of them at once and there is nothing I like better than emulating the painting on the wall as often as possible and in the most versatile positions as possible. I am the best of the de Venus Whores they say to me, and I know it’s true. I can’t help but bless the day that I was seduced by the three magnificent men of Milano de Venus. Wicked of me I know then I am the de Venus Whore after all… The Seduction Katie arrived home from the supermarket to find her best friend Melissa sitting on her doorstep. Parking the car, she got out and walked over to her. “Hey babe, what’s up? I didn’t think we were meeting until later.” “We weren’t but I was bored at home so I thought I’d come over early and keep you company. That’s okay, right?” “It’s more than okay, you know that. Come on, help me bring in the groceries and then we can hang out in the pool.” Melissa nodded before getting up from the step and following Katie to the trunk of the car . “Mmm that sounds good. I can’t believe today is even hotter than yesterday.” The two girls picked up a couple of bags each and made their way into the house where they started to put away the groceries. Once they were done, Katie walked over to the fridge and grabbed a couple of bottles of water for them both. “Let’s go upstairs and get changed. I can’t wait to get into the pool and cool down.” “Okay,” Melissa agreed, taking one of the bottles from her friend and following her upstairs. Once inside her bedroom, Katie jumped onto her bed and laid back against the pillows. “Did you bring your suit with you?” The other girl shook her head. “Nuh huh, I didn’t think we would be swimming. I could just borrow one of yours though.” Looking her friend up and down, Katie got a naughty glint in her eyes. “No Lissa, I don’t think that’s gonna work. You know I only wear skimpy bikinis and your tits wouldn’t squeeze into them. How ‘bout we skinny dip instead? I mean, it’s not fair that I make you swim naked on your own.” Melissa giggled nervously. “What about the neighbours?” “Don’t worry about that. Why do you think Mom bought this house? You know how she likes sunbathing topless so when she saw all those tall trees and bushes surrounding the garden she put an offer in straightaway.” Katie was right. Her mother, Julia, was a very young 36 and liked to keep herself in tip-top condition and worked out religiously. She also liked her tan to be as natural as possible and so would spend a lot of time in the garden sunbathing without a stitch of clothing on. Melissa blushed as she remembered the time she had walked into their garden and seen Mrs. Robbins’ firm breasts pointing skywards without a hint of sag to them. The suntan oil she had applied all over had glistened in the rays of the hot sun. “Lissa sweetie, are you okay?” Katie’s voice called her back to the present. “Uh yeah, I’m fine. So...uh....speaking of your mom, when will she be back?” “Not until tomorrow. Dan’s taken her away somewhere and they should be back sometime in the afternoon. It’s not hard to guess what they’re gonna be up to all night,” she replied with a grimace. “What’s with the face? I thought you liked Dan.” “I do like him, I just hate the thought of him fucking my mother. I mean, I know she looks fantastic and everything but she’s ten years older than him, you know.” “Yeah I know, but I still say he likes you too. I saw the way he was checking you out the other night when I stayed over.” “God, I hope so. Every time I see him I just wanna throw him down, rip his clothes off and ride him into oblivion. Judging by the moans that come from Mom’s room when he stays over I just know he’s an amazing lover.” Katie could feel herself getting wet as she let her thoughts run wild. Dan Jensen fit the typical tall, dark and handsome stereotype. He was 6ft 2” with dark brown hair and intense chocolate brown eyes. He worked out which was evident in his muscular frame but he wasn’t like those muscle men you see flexing at the gym or on the beach. “Come on, let’s get changed and get into that water. All these thoughts of Dan are making my temperature soar,” Melissa teased. She too had fantasized about Dan on many occasions since first laying eyes on him. The guy was absolutely gorgeous and she just bet he knew how to put his cock to good use unlike her last boyfriend, Chris, who used to just stick it to her and lose it after a couple of minutes. Katie got up from her bed and grabbing the hem of her pink spaghetti strap T-shirt, pulled it over her head revealing her pert 36C braless breasts. She then unbuttoned and slid off her denim cut-off shorts to reveal her shaved pussy which glistened with her obvious arousal at the topic of their conversation. “Hurry up Lissa, get naked,” she told her friend as she slipped off her sandals. Melissa smiled at her friend who was standing in all her naked glory. Even though she had seen Katie nude before, she still got transfixed at her gorgeous curves. Licking her lips, she unbuttoned her sleeveless blouse to reveal a pale pink bra holding her 38DD breasts. Reaching behind her, she released the clasp and pulled the bra away. Despite her breasts being large and heavy, they stood high and proud and as she moved to unclasp her long flower-print skirt, they jiggled enticingly. The skirt fell to the floor and Melissa kicked it away and sliding her thumbs into the waistband of her pale pink thong, she slowly pulled it down and then kicked it away when it reached her ankles. Katie was sitting on the edge of her bed watching her friend undress and upon seeing her also shaved pussy come into view, she automatically spread her legs and ran the tip of her index finger over her swollen clit to try and alleviate its throbbing. Her eyes locked on Melissa’s as she slowly brought herself to orgasm but before she could reach her peak, her friend had walked closer to her and removed her finger, replacing it with her own. “Oh...oh God...yessss...” “Does that feel good, Katie? It feels good to me...you’re so fucking wet...” “Uh huh...it feels amazing...oh god please...please...” Melissa smiled at the rapture on her best friend’s face as she caressed and stroked her hard nub. This wasn’t the first time they had done this and it wouldn’t be the last. While they both loved fucking guys, they both enjoyed the sublime pleasure another girl could provide. “Please what, baby? What do you need?” she whispered. “Lick me...lick my pussy. I’m on fire, Lissa.” Without another word, Melissa sank to her knees and spread Katie’s legs wider before licking a path from the crease where her thigh met her pussy. She was rewarded with a long drawn out moan and she smiled against her thigh. She repeated the action once more before doing it on the other side. Next she pulled one of Katie’s pussy lips into her mouth and sucked on it, softly at first but then harder. “Ohmigod! Ohmigod! You’re so good...you’re so fucking good,” Katie told her as she tangled her hands in her friend’s shoulder length dark hair, holding her face firmly against her pussy. Melissa was in heaven as she sucked and nibbled on Katie’s lower lips before dragging her tongue up from her puckered opening right up to her clit. Her friend’s howls of pleasure were turning her on even more than she already was and she couldn’t help trailing a finger down her own body to rub her own clit. That first touch caused her to moan against Katie’s hot, wet pussy which subsequently resulted in a vibration jolting through her and her best friend let out a shriek. Stiffening her tongue, she plunged it inside her hole tasting her completely. “Fuck! Fuck! Yesss...do it again...fuck me with that tongue baby!” Complying with her wishes, Melissa repeated the action over and over, using her tongue like a mini-cock. She couldn’t get enough of Katie’s taste and smell and she couldn’t wait for her to cum in her mouth. Katie was writhing on the bed with her eyes closed, her head thrashing from side to side as Melissa ate her out like a pro. One of her hands still gripped her friend’s hair while her other was now tangled in the sheets. She could feel her climax approaching as Melissa alternated between fucking her with her tongue and then using it to trace figures of eight on her clit. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her friend and gasped when she saw that she was looking right back at her while she feasted on her. That look sent her over the edge. “Aaargh...I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Katie screamed out as her heart beat wildly and her world exploded into a multitude of stars. Melissa greedily drank down Katie’s cum and continued to lick her through her orgasm which resulted in her giving her a couple more mini-cums. Releasing her grip on Melissa’s hair, she stroked her hand over the shiny locks and a second later the other girl was kissing her way up her body until they were face to face and they shared a hot, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues intertwining sharing the taste of Katie’s pussy juice. Reluctantly breaking the kiss for much needed air, the two girls panted against each other. Their breasts were pressed against each other’s while Melissa was grinding her wet, pulsating pussy on Katie’s thigh. She was almost there when her friend rolled her over so she was on top. “Katie, baby, why’d you do that? I was so fucking close.” she pouted. “Aww sweetie, I know but I don’t want you to get off like that. I want to get you in the pool’s hot tub and return the pleasure you just gave me. I haven’t cum like that in...oooh...48 hours.” She said giggling. Melissa had stayed over a couple of nights ago and while Dan was fucking her Mom, her best friend was fucking her with a very thick six inch vibrator. It had resulted in one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had or so she’d thought until a few minutes ago. Quickly getting up from the bed, Melissa grabbed Katie’s hand and pulled her up. “What are we waiting for then?” “Let me just grab a couple of towels for us,” she said detouring to the linen closet and taking two big fluffy towels from the shelf. The two girls practically ran downstairs in their haste to get to the pool and get started with their fun. Dropping the towels onto one of the sunloungers, Katie gracefully dived into the warm water of the pool. Coming up after a moment or two, she watched as Melissa climbed onto the diving board and then rose up and down, her large breasts bouncing. A second later she too gracefully dived into the water and then swam over to where Katie was standing. They embraced, their breasts once again pressed together, and shared a deep passionate kiss. Melissa let out a long drawn out sigh as she felt two of Katie’s fingers rimming her cunt before plunging deep inside. “Ooohhh that feels sooo good,” she told her. Her sighs turned to moans as the fingers began pistoning in and out of her faster and faster and her earlier denied orgasm was fast approaching. Katie watched the blissful expression on the other girl’s face before moving closer and planting soft butterfly kisses all over her face and neck. Arriving at her neck, she started sucking on the smooth skin. She wanted to leave a mark but couldn’t knowing that they’d have trouble explaining why Melissa sported a hickey when she had only been staying over at her house. Neither girl wanted their extra-special relationship becoming public knowledge. Their community was a small one and gossip was the last thing they needed. Soon both girls would be roommates at a college several hundred miles away from home and once there, they could then decide whether to be more public about their relationsihp. Melissa’s breathing was laboured as she savoured the feel of Katie’s long fingers plunging in and out of her pussy and with a final rub of her clit from her friend’s thumb, she was thrown over the edge and let out a wordless scream. Without thinking, Katie covered Melissa’s mouth with her own to muffle the scream. The garden may have been secluded but noise was noise and the last thing they wanted right now was an interruption by a do-gooding neighbour. They wrapped their arms around each other as they continued to kiss, their tongues exploring every crevice of the other’s mouth. After what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only a few minutes, they pulled apart resting their foreheads together. “Was that okay?” Katie teased. Melissa laughed as she wound her fingers in her friend’s long, honey blonde hair. “Okay? That was fucking fantastic. I worship your beautiful long fingers,” she said smiling. She caught the hand that Katie had used on her in her own and brought it up to her lips where she licked and nibbled on the digits tasting herself. Her friend leaned forward and licked the fingers too, their tongues occasionally touching. As the two girls continued making out, they suddenly heard a car door slam and they froze. “Shit! Who’s that?” “Maybe it’s one of the neighbours cars and nothing to do with your place,” Melissa replied. “Nah, it sounds too close to be one of the neighbours. Quick, let’s get out and see who it is just in case.” The two girls swam to the edge of the pool and pulled themselves up and out. Melissa took advantage of her position for a second and placed a sucking kiss on one of the cheeks of Katie’s curvy ass which made the girl shiver pleasantly. “Stop that,” she warned her playfully. There’ll be plenty of time for that later after we check this out.” Melissa chuckled and nodded her agreement. Grabbing a towel each, they wrapped themselves up and quickly made their way inside the house just as the front door was opening. “Hi girls,” Julia Robbins said as she entered the house with her boyfriend behind her. “Hi Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you said you’d be away until tomorrow afternoon.” “It’s nice to see you too, honey. I hope I haven’t interrupted any parties or anything.” Katie took a deep breath to stay calm and hoped that Melissa, who was standing behind her, wasn’t blushing. “No, Lissa and I were just having a swim to cool down. So how come you’re back?” “My boss called my cell phone telling me he needed me to go to that two-day conference he originally told me I wasn’t needed for. He didn’t give a shit that I was away overnight and already had plans.” “I’m sorry, that’s horrible. I keep saying you should find a better job. He takes you for granted.” Julia smiled at her daughter. “Thanks honey. I’m just gonna pack my bag and then Dan’s driving me to the airport. I’m on the seven-thirty flight. I’ll leave all the numbers you might need by the phone, okay.” While Julia was saying all this, Katie glanced over at Dan and noticed the way he was watching her and Melissa. Letting her eyes look him up and down, she noticed the prominent bulge in his pants and if possible, her pussy got even wetter. “Uh...okay Mom. Lissa and I are just gonna have a quick shower but if I don’t see you before you leave, have a safe trip and I’ll see you in a couple of days.” “Thanks Katie. I don’t mind Melissa staying over but I don’t want you having any parties okay.” “Mom, you know me by now. I’d rather just hang out here with Lissa watching movies or listening to music than inviting a bunch of people I hardly know to wreck the place.” “I know, I know. I just worry that’s all. Anyway, Dan will be staying here too while I’m out of town. The reason we were going away was because his place has just been decorated and the smell of paint is still quite strong.” Katie’s mouth went dry at hearing her mother’s words. This would be the first time she would be totally alone with Dan. Giving herself a mental shake, she replied, “Oh, okay. That’s cool.” Turning to Melissa, she gave her a wink and her friend bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Come on Lissa, let’s go and get changed. I’m starting to get cold.” “Okay. Have a nice trip, Mrs Robbins.” she told the older woman politely. “Thanks Melissa. You keep an eye on my wayward daughter,” she teased. “Oh don’t worry, I will.” Looking past her to where Dan was leaning back against the wall, she eyed him up and down and licked her lips. She couldn’t help the slow smile that crept onto her face when Dan ran a hand down his body, grabbed his crotch and stuck his tongue out at her. Turning away, she walked up the stairs swaying her hips a little more suggestively than usual. As soon as she was in Katie’s room and Katie had entered behind her and locked the door, she threw her towel off and crawled onto the bed. Katie did likewise and they lay side by side on the bed, their hands stroking and teasing each other as they talked. Bending her head and leaning forward, Katie captured one of Melissa’s large nipples between her lips and sucked and tugged on it. “Mmmm you have such a talented mouth baby,” Melissa told her as her hand wandered down Katie’s body and she slipped two fingers inside her friend’s pussy, pumping them slowly. In response, Katie bit down on the nipple in her mouth causing the other girl to cry out in pleasure. As they played with each other, Melissa said, “I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna have a nice big cock to fuck while your mom’s away. You should have seen the way Dan was looking at us behind her back and when you had your back turned to him, he grabbed his crotch and wiggled his tongue at me.” “Wow! Really?” Katie asked after she let the nipple pop out of her mouth. “Let’s hope we do ‘cos by the time we’re finished he’s gonna be wondering what he’s doing with a 36 year old when he can have two 18 year olds. But not only that, what guy can resist watching two girls getting it on. His cock is gonna be so fucking hard he’ll be screwing us blind the whole time Mom’s away.” Melissa couldn’t help closing her eyes at the intensity of the image that her mind conjured up at hearing her friend’s words. She added another finger to the two already inside Katie’s pussy and the hiss that escaped her friend’s lips made her smile wickedly. “Let’s not use the vibe for a while okay. We want Dan to enjoy fucking our tight little pussies, right?” “God yes. I can just imagine how great it’s gonna be.” “So let’s put a plan together so that we know exactly what each of us needs to do. We can call it ‘The Seduction’,” she said giving Katie’s clit a flick. Nodding in agreement, Katie replied, “Uh huh...here’s to ‘The Seduction’.” With that, she rolled over slightly, pulling Melissa down on top of her and kissed her hard. TBC The Seduction My name is Alexander Demkakova, but my friends just call me Alex. I am from the Czech Republic formerly known as Czechoslovakia. We lived just outside Prague, where my Dad and Mom both worked. When my story begins I am in sunny Southern California far from the dreariness that enveloped the land of my youth. In California I live in Westwood where I attend the University of California in Los Angeles, most of you know it as UCLA. I hope as you peruse my life you keep in mind that it is true. You may have your doubts to its authenticity. You may find yourself asking, how could this possibly be true? You have a right for I can hardly believe it myself. I have only one request; do not pass judgment until you have read it all. Until you have had a chance to digest it all and hopefully understand me better. I write this not to entertain, amuse or arouse you, only inform. In doing so, I hope to cleanse myself and learn to understand better myself the changes in me. I write this the only way I know how, from my point of view. When you read the entries from my journal realize they are unaltered. They are my thoughts and feelings as I lived them. I choose to tell my story through them to help establish a timeline. In my journal I try to relate my experiences and emotions as accurately as possible. Yet sometimes there are no words to describe what I am going through. And like everyone else telling their recollections they are one-sided. Read between the lines, see the real me and maybe the same won't happen to you. Friday November 18, 1994 She was the most gorgeous creature I'd ever laid eyes on. I use this term loosely because she was all woman and of a class that far outranked any that I had come upon during my, albeit short in time but broad in exposure, time on this planet. Her hair was as black as a starless night, flowing like a silent river to her slender waist. As she shook her head, the lights from high up in the library shimmered across it like the moon on a lake devoid of ripples. I stared transfixed; the books in front of me no longer having any relevant hold on me. As she turned her head my direction our eyes met. In them I could see eternity, they held a depth as great as any ocean and I felt I might fall into them and drown. No, not drown. Be lost in them never to return and I was afraid, not of her but for my own sanity. I literally had to tear my eyes from her. But like an accident scene they returned with a morbid curiosity that was uncontrollable. She laughed and it was not the laugh of hearing a good joke or finding something funny, instead it was more the chuckle of finding something amusing, or someone. In her eyes burned a fire so bright I felt it would consume me. There was a confidence in them that only comes with experience. She laughed again, not loud enough for any to hear but it mocked me even so, as if to clarify how small I really was, that my experiences to date had been less than noteworthy. But then she smiled, as if to say, I can teach you. I must have fainted. Because when I next opened my eyes there was a small crowd gathered around me, someone was asking if I was okay. As my head began to clear I remembered those eyes. I pushed up to a sitting position ignoring the hands of those trying to help me. I scanned the room, my eyes begging for a glimpse back into her soul but she was not there. As I sit here writing this I began to wonder is she ever was. Monday November 21, 1994 I've spent the last two days in a fog. Wandering around the campus searching for her. I told myself earlier that I would go for a walk, a short one. Not spend time obsessing on someone who may or may not actually exist. However when I arrived home a short time ago I realized it was well after midnight. I had spent hour's frantically scanning students as they traipsed form class to class. After searching the library I found myself down in the village of Westwood. Going in and out of restaurants, bars, bookstores and anywhere else that people might congregate but to no avail. She haunts me; my waking hours are spent in a haze that I can't seem to shake. The time of dreams is even worse. Friday November 25, 1994 I tell myself repeatedly to stop. It's been a week since my breakdown. That is what must have happened for I can't get control of myself. I haven't been to class in over a week. The small amount of friends I have is dwindling daily. My thoughts are no longer my own, they belong to her. Dreamtime is no longer the diverse playground that once dominated my sleeping hours. I saw her last night. She was ahead of me as I walked back from one of my jaunts. I chased after her but she vanished before I could catch up. I am beginning to believe that she breathes only in my mind. I feel as if I have been sucked into a tornado, propelled along a path I have no desire to be on and unable to alter in any way. I am starting to think this is what happens just before the mind shuts off. I question my sanity more with each passing day. Saturday December 10, 1994 It has been two weeks since my last entry, why bother? The routine is the same every day. Upon waking I tell myself, this is the day when I pick up the pieces of my shattered life. The day that I return to some form of normalcy. During the last couple of days I have stopped telling myself that, I know better. All I see when I venture inside myself is her, my angel. I have put a pet name to the image that is scorched onto every inch of my brain. The angel I see at night as I lay staring at the ceiling. The angel I chase around campus that disappears like a wisp of smoke. I am now wondering if it is all worth it, trying to muddle around in this inane and insane existence. I no longer wish to live if it is without my angel. Maybe she is just that, residing on a higher plane than I could ever hope to achieve with the limitations of this body. Maybe she awaits me on the other side. It is two in the morning and I need some air. This may be my last entry for I no longer wish to continue this fight alone... ...it is now almost five. I left my room with every intention of not returning. Walking the short distance of my dorm I barely noticed the dark hulking presence of Drake Stadium or the quiet tennis center. I headed past Spaulding Field and into the myriad of brick buildings that comprise the medical sciences section of the school. I continued through the town of Westwood barely noticing the nightlife that was in full swing. My plan was to walk to the freeway, pitching myself in front of a car whose driver would have no chance of avoiding me. But as I reached the bottom of the on-ramp, a voice spoke one word. "No." I spun around to see where it had come from but I already knew it had not been spoken aloud. I also knew it was my angel though I'd yet to hear her speak. I shambled back through Westwood towards campus near hysterics. So she had spoken inside my head, why should that surprise me? She did everything else there. I sat down on a bench at the edge of the campus. Leaning back against the damp wood I asked aloud, "Why?" "Would you die for me?" The same throaty voice that had given me my stay of execution asked from behind me. "I'm dying without you." I never glanced back, afraid that once again she would not be there. But she was and it must have been the right response because she came around and took at seat at my side. Once again I was given the opportunity to see those eyes. And in them I saw myself. Not the shell of a man that had been lost since my first encounter with them, but me. Whole and alive like I had never been before. We remained silent, eyes locked, for how long I know not. Then she said she must go. She promised to meet me tomorrow night at ten at our bench. Sunday December 11, 1994 Last night we met as agreed upon. She is everything I could ever want in a lover, partner and friend. I was mesmerized as we talked, completely lost in both her words and those eyes. We spoke of everything, our hopes for the future, likes and dislikes, our dreams and our fears. So I shouldn't have been surprised, but was, when she asked. "What turns you on?" After a brief pause to compose myself I responded honestly. "You." "I mean what do you fantasize about." "You. You have been the only thing on my mind since the first time I saw you in the library. Normally I have a very active imagination when it comes to my fantasies but you have overpowered it. Your beauty, no there is more to it than your beauty. It is in your eyes, I see power and experience. You have lived and what I see there overwhelms me. You turn me on." Once again answering her question, though it was a pitiful attempt to put what I felt into words. Once again she caught me off guard with her response. "You are the one with power. I have waited a long time for you. You have something inside that even you have yet to understand, M'lord." "M'lord?" I asked confused. "Do you prefer Master?" I looked into her eyes. What I saw startled me, both a confidence and a humility that caught me off guard. "My only wish is to please you." I was aghast, here I was willing to do anything just to sit in her presence and she was offering herself to me. "Why would you want to call me Master? I have nothing. I am nothing." "Oh no sir, you have far more than you know. You have power, it emanates from every pore. I can see it in your eyes. I feel it when you speak and my only hope is that I won't disappoint you. What would you require of me?" It gives me the utmost pleasure just to be in your presence." I said completely taken aback at the direction our conversation had turned. "I am afraid that I must leave soon, M'lord. Can I see you again?" She said as she stood to leave. "I would ask you the same question." I said. "Can I see you again?" " Next Friday at ten, here." She pointed to the bench where I still sat. "I'm not sure I can make it a whole week without seeing you." " I am afraid that is the earliest that I can make it." "Then you will live in my dreams until then." "Thank you sir." With a slight bow she turned and walked away. I watched her until she disappeared from my sight. Glancing down at my watch I realized it was almost five in the morning. What had seemed like mere minutes had actually been close to seven hours. She had asked what she could do to please me. I answered her aloud though the only one to hear me was the wind. Allow me the privilege of being with her forever. Saturday December 17,1994 I spent the entire week thinking of her and our conversation. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? As I sit writing this I am a bit perplexed and wonder why I have not asked little things, like what was her name. I would have thought that would have been one of the first things I would have inquired about but it never seemed important to me. I knew nothing of her past. I had no idea what she did for a living or why I couldn't see her more often. This was troubling to me but not enough to say anything. My fear was that by prying into the areas that she was not forthright might put an end to what we were developing. What are we developing? I have taken a long hard look at this as well. This was so different than anything I had ever encountered I was unsure what it was or how to proceed. But last night clarified some things and clouded others. She was there right on time but not before. I was sitting on the bench deep in thought when she suddenly appeared. She fell to her knees greeting me as if I was her king. "Good evening M'lord, what may I do to please you?" "You can start by standing up." I looked around to see if anyone was paying us notice. "What would you like to do tonight?" "Anything you desire Sir. Anything you command of me." "Anything?" I asked incredulously. My interest was piqued but I was still expecting someone to leap from the bushes and exclaim, 'You're on candid camera.' "Of course, anything you ask." "So if I told you to remove all of clothes, right here. You would?" "Would you like that Sir?" Her hand moved to the top button of her blouse. I stammered a no and then a yes. Then correcting myself I told her I would love to be with her but not here. She suggested we go somewhere where we would have some privacy. When we arrived back at my dorm room she asked again what she could do to please me. I reiterated that do be with her was my desire but her response was much more direct. "How do you want me? What would you command of me?" "Let me get this straight, you would do anything I asked of you? Anything?" "Of course M'lord." I searched her eyes looking for a glimmer or a telltale sign that would give her away and let me know that she was just kidding, that all of this was just a joke. Instead I saw a desire there that I had never seen in another. It was more evident, more full of devotion and love and more overpowering because of it. I realized that the rest of life paled in comparison to what I saw in her eyes. "Strip!" I barked out the command, though as I sit here writing this I know not from where it came. I look back and it was almost as if I were outside of my own body. The words came out of my mouth. I could hear my own voice ringing in my ears. Yet it wasn't me that ordered it, or was it? There was no hesitation on her part. Her hands danced on the buttons that held her treasures at bay. I watched, almost in agony, as the silky fabric slid from her shoulders. It dropped with the sound of rustling leaves when the wind licked at them on a hot summer night. Me eyes traveled from her face down her exquisite neck to her beautiful breasts. They were not large but in my eyes were perfect. Her nipples straining to reach me as a child reached for a parent upon taking their first steps. Her hands glided over her body stopping at the top of her skirt. Her fingers tugged at the buttons there, fumbling for the first time. I was glad that she finally displayed a slight case of nerves although slight that mirrored my own. After unbuttoning her skirt her fingers toyed with the zipper briefly before sliding it down. Her skirt slid down without any further provocation and landed in a heap at her feet. My eyes which had continued down with the skirt now followed the curve of her ankle and up over her calf. They continued up her taunt legs that quivered slightly as my eyes landed on their intersection. I paused briefly taking in the beauty of her most sacred treasure. Her lips were a rosy brown and shimmered with the wetness that betrayed her excitement. The little mound of hair above them trimmed and neat, as jet black as that on her head. My eyes continued their journey of exploration up her body, over her stomach that although firm had a nice voluptuousness to it. Her breasts as I said before were not large, maybe even small to some, yet perfectly proportioned to the rest of her. Her nipples also giving away the excitement her body was feeling. Her head was arched a little to one side making the muscles of her neck strain and stand out. I don't know if it was intentioned or not but they way she stood made her all the more inviting. I walked towards her and placed my hands on the side of her face, cupping it softly. I wanted to tell her that I would be her slave, to let her know how I would worship her. As if reading my mind she spoke. "A Master must cherish his slave as much as she does him, maybe more." "Are you reading my mind?" "That is also her job, M'lord." With saying this she lowered herself to her knees at my feet. Her hands tugged at my jeans and opened them with a jerk, in one motion slid them to my ankles. Her hands cupped me ever so gently and she leaned over and pressed my cock to her lips. She moved her face over me before parting her lips. She enveloped me taking my hardness into her soft warm mouth. "You do a very good job of it." I gasped. She withdrew and whispered. "Thank you M'lord." Once again she took me into her mouth slowly. As her mouth explored me I realized this was unlike anything I had experienced before. It was if she was paying homage, like every action of her mouth and tongue was meant to show her devotion. It wasn't oral sex; it was worship, as if the part of me in her mouth provided her with the substance of life. The same way I felt when I looked into her eyes. She continued as if possessed until I was at the point of no return. I tried to pull myself from her mouth but she dug her nails into my flesh not letting me withdraw. Only after I was completely spent did she pull back. I looked down and saw in both her expression and eyes a quiet satisfaction as her smile widened. I asked her to lie back on the floor. This time I knelt down, with my hands I opened her to me. Spreading her legs wide to afford a view of what I next desired. I lay on my side, my head resting on my arm between her knees. I asked her to show me how she touched herself. To give to me what she reserved for her most private moments. I watched as her finger traced her lips. Her arousal was building as she lightly rubbed at her little nub of pleasure. I looked beyond the fingers at work, up to her breasts. Her nipples remained erect. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath that came in shorter gasps each time. Our eyes locked as her fingers continued to tease. In them I perceived a begging for release. They made pleads for me to give her the command she so desired. "Cum." I said lightly and her back immediately arched as her heat enveloped her. What had moments before been silent moans of pleasure became animal cries of release. I leaned in, placing my tongue on her and tasted her for the first time. Her juices flowed into my mouth as she pressed into me. I lapped from her second mouth as a famished wolf that had just finished a long and exhausting hunt. I drank deep not wanting to waste a drop of her honey which was ambrosia to me. She pushed harder, forcing me deeper into her folds as her body continued its violent convulsions. Her orgasm would start to fade and I would think it was coming to an end and then it would crest again like the waves of a relentless ocean. Over and over she shook and trembled as my left hand cupped her ass and my right teased at her clitoris. I felt her juices pooling in my palm as she continued to press herself to me. I felt another wave growing though it was unlike the others. It was not the wave that softly lulls you to sleep as it gently caresses the sand. This was the one that originates deep at sea, the kind that is formed by underwater earthquakes. It builds for miles and devastates all in its path. She screamed out releasing the all-consuming fire that had engulfed her entire being. She cried out over and over for me to stop but I couldn't. I was a man possessed, trying to get my fill of the nourishment she provided like a gift from the gods. She lay panting and trembling, her body unable to recover from the onslaught of pleasure. However I was more excited than ever. My flesh so hard it hurt. I climbed on top of her and with one thrust entered into her secret place. I plunged into her with an uncontainable fury. She gasped for breath as she bit down on my shoulder. Her teeth clamping down as I drove both of us once again to the abyss. My thrusts coming harder and harder as our flesh slapped together with the sound of thunder. It was my turn to cry out this time as once again I erupted. She wrapped her legs around me and cried out to claim her as my own. To fill her with my life blood and make her mine. I collapsed nest to her as we both fought for air to fill our lungs. I'm unsure how long we had lain in our state of bliss. I remember her rolling over at one point and thanking me. I didn't notice that she had stood, or that she had gotten dressed. "Next Friday M'lord?" I nodded I think. After she had left the questions came pouring in. What was her name? Where did she live? Why did I have to wait a week to see her? But most importantly, Why? Why had she chosen me? I winced as a pain shot through my shoulder. I went in the bathroom to look in the mirror. It was already bruising and her teeth marks were visibly evident. I smiled as I thought of her marking me and decided next time it would be her turn. The Seduction: A Narrative from Ms. Gimply's Collection I was determined to seduce my husband. We had been married for nearly a year now. It was the second for both of us. I was divorced and support from my ex was sporadic and unreliable. But especially my teenage daughter needed emotional support and a stable home life. He had provided it. His two preteen kids needed a woman in their home to begin to compensate for their mother who had died. He was lost being single and needed someone, too. He was a really sweet man. We did genuinely love each other. I never doubted that and I believe that he never had second thoughts about our marriage. The problem was that our sex life was perfunctory and unimaginative. We always made love with the lights out and after I had removed my leg braces and put them and my crutches out of sight. We would assume the missionary position and he was always sure that I had had an orgasm before he allowed himself to climax. Then he would roll off me and we -- or at least he -- would go to sleep. I had raised the issue of my disability before we were engaged. He had said that it didn't bother him and then we changed the subject. We never had confronted it directly. This was the same trap that my first marriage had fallen into. I didn't want to relive it. I had been deprived long enough. I wanted sex that was raucus and bawdy. I wanted him to see and to feel all of me -- legs that didn't work, steel braces and all. I was falling into the old pattern of trying to satisfy myself in odd moments alone. It was not enough. That was how I found myself sitting on a bench outside the big mall in the city and dressed like a prostitute. I was waiting for him to come and pick me up. I had come to the city with him that morning. He was here for a presentation to a prospective client. I had come along on the pretext that I wanted to shop at the mall. I had accompanied him dressed in baggy slacks and a full cotton sweater. I believe he had no clue about what was underneath. I had spent a long time dressing that morning. I selected thong underwear and a pushup bra that he had never seen. I put on black fishnet panty hose and my new knee high boots that laced their whole length. The boots had as much heel as I could safely manage. My braces attached to the heels of the boots and rose to my thighs. My blouse was sheer and sleeveless and low cut. A very short skirt completed the outfit. The slacks and sweater covered all this except for the unusually high heels. He didn't seem to notice the boots in his concentration on his forthcoming presentation. Now it was the agreed time to meet me outside the mall. I had toured the stores on a rented scooter but hadn't bought anything. When it was nearly time for him to come for me, I returned the scooter and went to the women's room. There I removed slacks and sweater and put them into my shoulder bag. I adjusted my makeup. People stared as I made my way outside to the place we had agreed to meet. I felt naked and a bit ashamed but I was thrilled by their stares all the same. I was happy that I was unlikely to be seen by anyone that knew me. I sat on the bench in the late afternoon sun and within a minute of the appointed time I saw our car drive into the parking lot and head in my direction. I was assured by his unfailing dependability but at the same time I was rebelling at the boredom of it. I lifted myself to my feet and carefully locked my braces. I walked to meet the car at the curb just as it arrived. I saw his startled expression through the window. He started to open the door but I put a crutch in the way and signalled for him to roll down the window. I leaned over and asked "Do you want to party, Mister?" For a moment he looked dumbfounded. But then his gaze hardened and he said "How much?" I had him in the game and I was thrilled. At the same time I was panicking because I hadn't anticipated an actual dollar amount. I made up a number and trying to sound nonchalant, I said "Fifty dollars?" He stared at me long and hard. His eyes went up and down. He made me feel even more naked than I was. Finally, he said "That's a lot of money for a gimpy whore." The ball was in my court and I countered "I will do anything you want, Mister, and I know I can make you feel good." "Get in," he said and nodded his head toward the passenger side. I made my way around the front of the car to the other side. Usually, he would come round and open the door for me like the consumate gentleman. Now he didn't make a move in that direction. We were thoroughly immersed in the game now. I stowed my crutches on the floor of the back seat and lowered myself into the front. I unlocked the knees of my braces and gathered my legs into the car. Without saying anything, he put the car in gear and drove onto the highway. I didn't say anything either. I didn't want to break the spell of the game. I had no idea of what was coming next. I was thrilled that he was in charge, now, and was taking us on some kind of adventure. A few miles down the road he abruptly turned of the road into a shabby strip mall. "I'm coming," he said and disappeared in the direction of a liquor store. He returned with a small brown paper bag in his hand. We took off down the highway again. In a few miles he pulled off abruptly again. Now it was at a motel. He went into the office and shortly reappeared with a key in his hand. He drove us around to the back and pulled up in front of a door. "Come in," he said and left to open the door. I opened the car door and swung my legs outside. I locked my braces and retrieved my crutches. I lifted myself to my feet and followed him inside. I was relieved to find that the room was clean and not nearly as tawdry as the exterior promised. I sat on the bed and unlocked my braces. I still didn't know what to expect, but I was thrilled that the game was still going on. He took a half pint of scotch whisky from the paper bag and poured two stiff drinks into plastic cups from the bathroom. He swallowed his in one gulp and indicated that I should do the same. I did, although I almost gagged on it. The alcohol warmed me and made me giddy. He poured two more and we repeated. By then I was dizzy and hot. "What do you want me to do, Mister?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound sultry. He sat in a chair some distance away from me. He had removed his suit coat and flung it casually on another chair. I watched as he unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. Then he slipped his trousers and shorts down. My arousal swelled at the sight of his erect penis. "Come here," he said. "I want you to suck me." Now the game had exceeded my wildest expectations. I began to lock my braces. "No," he said, "I want you to come here on your knees." I wondered if the game had gone too far. "No," I said to myself, "This was my idea and I want to follow it where it goes." I slipped onto the floor and pulled my way to him. I massaged him into an even firmer erection and then began to run my tongue up and down its length. Then slowly, very slowly, I took the engorged tip into my mouth and teased him with my tongue. I felt and tasted the little drops that he exuded. I felt my own moisture flowing freely as well. Just as I thought he was about to reach a climax, he pulled away. He reached underneath my arms and abruptly lifted me to my feet. I thrilled to his strength which I had suspected was there but had never really felt. He was not rough but there was not even a hint of gentleness in his touch. My body seemed to melt as I anticipated that he would carry me to the bed. Instead he took me to the table and sat me on the edge. As he did, he pulled my skirt to my waist and he pushed me backward to lie there. He pulled my hose and my panties down past my hips to meet the straps of my braces. He lifted my legs and put my boots on his shoulders. He circled my legs with his arms. I almost laughed out loud at the incongruity of his still neatly knotted necktie framed between my braced legs. I grabbed the edges of the table as he entered me and began to rock in and out. I watched his face grow red and it seemed that he was in another world. I could tell that his orgasm was coming. I let go of the table and clasped my arms aroung my legs and squeezed. I watched the steel of my braces push into the flesh of his neck and I began to moan. I gathered up all the control I could muster and said in a sultry voice, "So what's it like making it with a cripple, Mister?" As my words came, my arousal peaked. "It's like --," he stammered, "It's like -- It's like fucking a bear trap!" He exploded into me. I writhed in extasy. Both of us kept on moving in and out, reluctant to stop. As we began to slow and to retrieve our breath he began to go through contortions. I figured out that he was trying to retrieve his trousers at the end of the suspenders that he still wore. When he did, he pulled his billfold from a pocket. He was still inside me but not very hard. I felt him swell as he extracted some stiff new bills and folded them twice. He pulled down the top of my skimpy blouse and slowly tucked the bills into my bra. As he did, he said. "If you ever get tired of life on the street, look me up. We might be able to arrange something." Then the sharp edges of the crisp bills drove into my nipple and I shreiked with the sharpest and most abrupt orgasm that I had ever had. It was a long time before either of said anything. I gradually awakened from the world of unalloyed pleasure of the game. The real and present world slowly dawned. I was flat on my back on a table with my legs up in the air. It wasn't comfortable. "George," I said, softly, "Please get me up from this silly table." He grinned sheepishly and then very gently put his hands under my shoulders and lifted. He helped me to lock my braces (I was surprized that he knew how) and retrieved my crutches. Then he put his clothes in order. As I headed to the bathroom to arrange myself I said, "Please get my big bag from the car. And bring your cellphone so that we can call the children. I'll tell them that we're running a bit late and that we'll bring pizza for supper." As he headed out the door, he called back over his shoulder, "You'll have to buy the pizza. I've just spent all my money." As the door closed behind him, I felt more little aftershocks of orgasm. The Seduction and Using of Dawn Pt. 01 This is a story about an unfaithful wife and how she became an unfaithful wife as told by herself and one of her lovers. There are many twists along the way. Each chapter is the story so far as told by either Dawn or Neil. It's in the he said, she said style. ***** Chapter one: (Neil) The first time I saw her was at a company dinner dance. She was quite small in stature, but possessed a regal serene presence. She commanded everyone's attention as she glided through the room, making introductions to old friends and new alike. She was dressed in a figure hugging fantail evening dress in a deep blue color. The dress was held up by two very thins straps which sat on her alabaster shoulders. Her skin was almost porcelain, as it was so smooth and feminine. Her makeup was soft and feminine with just a hint of mascara on her long lashes which framed her dreamlike hazel eyes. As she gracefully moved between people, I could finally see her figure in its entire splendor due to her skin-tight dress. Her breasts were large and full, either the work of a skilful surgeon or magnificent genetics. Either way these breasts were stunning. Her waist was narrow and thin and her stomach was relatively flat, again great genetics or a love of the gym life. Her butt was taut, tight and perfect, sitting atop of her slender long legs for such a small demure lady. She looked magnificent as the dress stretched deliciously over her womanly curves. As I soaked up her beauty I could not believe that a guy like Phil could have such a hot wife. Phil was a fairly handsome guy, but he was just one of the crowd. He showed no alpha male or leadership qualities. Everyone liked Phil but the reality was he was unassuming. I looked at his wife and began to fantasize that she and I were engaged in a torrid affair. In a short space of time, literally minutes, I began to concoct a plan to get Phil out of the way for a while on a work assignment while I attempted to seduce his wife in his absence. I made my way over to Phil and his wife and held out my hand with a warm smile awaiting an introduction. Phil smiled at me as he turned to his wife. She extended her slender hand to greet mine as Phil said. "Neil this is my wife Dawn, Dawn this is my boss Neil." He smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Dawn said in voice that ran like smooth syrup. Even her voice was erogenous as it seduced my ears. "Believe me Dawn the pleasure is all mine." I replied with a warm smile emblazoned across my face. Dawn smiled back as her head tilted slightly; making her hazel eyes catch the light and sparkle like stars peering through a black night sky. She was a total vision of sexual wonderment. I turned to Phil and said. "I really need to discuss something with you tomorrow morning regarding an overseas assignment. It will mean a promotion and salary increase but there are other details to discuss, so if you could meet me in my office at about 10:00 I'll clear my schedule!" I said in my best managerial tone. Phil smiled, shook my hand and said. "Sure Neil I'll be there 10:00 sharp!" he replied in his usual efficient manner. "Looking forward to it Phil, but before this night is over I hope to have the pleasure of a dance with your beautiful wife!" I requested. "I'd have been offended if you hadn't asked!" Dawn said with a girlish giggle. "I'll see you on the dance floor later." I smiled "In the meantime have a great evening and I'll catch up with you all later." I said as I turned on my heels and made my way to my table and guests. Dawn was very beautiful but I detected she had a playful sexiness about her. Her figure was awesome and every guy in the ballroom couldn't keep his eyes off her, and the tight clinging dress she wore revealed her perfect hour glass figure. She was I guessed no more than five feet tall, but her Breasts, Ass and tiny waist drew admiring glances from both males and females. I was sure that I could make out some kind of jeweled attachment on her left nipple as the line of her dress was slightly distorted in that area. The distortion only added to her sexuality as my mind imagined this vixen naked with her pierced nipple being offered to my teeth to nibble and tease. Her skin as I stated, was soft and almost alabaster in its smoothness, seducing my mind, teasing my thoughts at how delightful that soft flesh would feel as we entwined bodies and fucked with a wild abandon. Composing myself, I returned to my table and guests but kept casting furtive glances at this majestic sexual vision all evening. I was mesmerized by her presence and found my concentration distracted by this magnificent vixen. My mind wandered in a world of fantasy as I drifted in an existence where Dawn was my lover and we were thrusting at each other with endless animalistic pleasure. I needed to experience this vixen and all of the carnal desires she possessed. As the evening progressed with the meal completion, the band started to play some up tempo dance music. The dance floor filled with couples working off the excesses of the delightful meal we'd all consumed. Dawn never got up to dance during the phase and sat at her table, sipping her Rose wine and enjoying the conversations of her dinner guests. As the music moved to the slow dances, I made my way over to her table, standing directly behind her, She half turned to acknowledge my presence as I asked her if we could have this dance. Dawn pushed her chair back slightly, offered her hand to me and said with a glowing smile. "I'd be delighted Neil" Taking her small slender hand I guided her to middle of the dance floor where I placed my right hand around her slender waist and moved her closer toward me. Her firm large breasts were thrusting into my chest as we danced in a waltz like shuffle. She stared into my eyes with her sensual smile stirring my imagination. We glided around the dance floor, encroached by almost every couple in the room. My leg went between Dawns leg as I held her closer as her pubic mound pushed into my crotch. My uncontrollably growing erection pushes into her mound and with no acknowledgement whatsoever Dawn said she was glad we got the opportunity to meet me. With my hand on her waist I could feel the soft gossamer like material of her dress as it clung to her delectable skin. She placed one hand around my neck, nuzzling her face just below my chin. I could feel her hot breath wafting over my throat and ear lobes. My cock was at full mast now as she looked up into my eyes and gently bit her lip. We continued our dance and I continued to make the most of holding my colleagues wife, wishing I was holding her naked just as I was about to enter what must be the tightest hottest pussy on the planet if the rest of her body was anything to go by. Just before our dance finished, Dawn placed her tiny hand on my chest and moved her head up toward my ear. Her soft lips brushed my ear as she breathed softly Thank you for a very nice dance!!" With that she smiled at me, turned on her heels and made her way over to her table, leaving me on the dance floor sporting a huge erection. As the lights were fairly dim I managed to straighten my attire and go to the gents without anyone noticing my tent pole trousers. My mind was swirling with deep dark sexual thoughts, of fucking my colleague's wife. The night ended and I made my way home. When I reached my apartment I spent the next hour masturbating frenziedly, thinking about Dawn and hopefully encouraging her to be an unfaithful temptress. My plan for transferring Phil to an overseas assignment was really simplistic. Our Saudi branch needed two persons, but they were of a higher grade than Phil. To put my plan in to completion I would need to promote Phil and this would possibly soften the blow that I was sending him overseas. I agreed to promote Phil and that the promotion was subject to him accepting the overseas assignment. I'd already arranged a meeting with Phil in my office scheduled for 10:00 am the following when I would cascade my entire plan to Phil and hope he would accept my terms. I arrived at the office at my usual time and, got out the lift on the 10th Floor and walked the short distance to my office. My assistant was already at her desk and I handed her a sheet of paper with the following information written on it. We will be Promoting Phil Ainsworth to Branch Manager and he will be taking one of the positions in our Riyadh Office on a 6 month contract negotiable after 3. Salary increase will fall in line with position promotion and incur the accepted increment. The overseas position will be offered on single status only. The contract is to commence from 1st of May. All Mob and De-Mob are to be at the companies expense and Car and Accommodation will be provided during the assignment. "Could you get that down to HR and get them to give you a pro forma overseas assignment contract with the details on the sheet included." My assistant Paula picked up the sheet of Paper and headed down to HR. "I need the contract back on my desk before 10:00am as the guy will be signing it sometime today!" Paula nodded and shuffled off toward the elevators. Prompt and efficient as always, Paula returned with the contract at 9:30. She placed the contract on my desk and handed me an envelope with a travel voucher for to arrange his flights with Carson Wagonlit Business travel agents. Thanking Paula I sat back in my reclining office chair feeling rather smug with the ease at which my plan was falling into place. As expected Phil arrived 10 minutes early. Paula told him to just go into my office. I heard the two little taps on my door as Phil opened my door, popping his head around the wide pine doorway. "Good to see you Phil, pleases take a seat" Phil smiled and sat at the round visitor table I have in my office. I sat at one of the other chairs and place the Contract and envelope on the table. "Phil I won't beat about the bush here, but what we're offering is a promotion to branch manager, salary increase and benefits. It's a 6 month probationary period but it's an overseas assignment. It's in our Riyadh office in Saudi Arabia and is single status. You will be on location for the six months with no leave cycle to ensure that the office and infrastructure is fully operational. The contract will be negotiable after a three month cooling period and the duration in Saudi is expected to run for 12 months. I have here your contract with all the terms and conditions of your new position. A travel voucher from Carson Wagonlit for you to arrange your flights around what is suitable for you, but the bombshell is that if you accept this position the starting date is the 1st of next month which is only 10 days away!" I paused for breath and looked at Phil's shocked expression. "I know this is quite a lot to think over so take the rest of the week off and go home to discuss this with your wife and confirm with me as soon as you can. You know you would be filling one of two positions so a quick response would be appreciated. Pop home and talk things over with that beautiful wife of your and try and give me a decision as soon as please!" I finished. Phil picked up the contract and the travel documents shook my hand and said. "I'll go and chat with Dawn and I'll give you my answer today before close of business. As far as I'm concerned it's a yes but I'll need to clarify a few issues with Dawn first!" he said in a most professional manner. "Don't worry about Dawn when you're gone, I'll make sure she's taken care off!" I said in a comforting tone, but my aspirations were anything but. Phil looked at me with a strained expression. Chapter 2: (Dawn) I don't know if you would call it female intuition or simply the fact that Phil and I been together with hardly a day apart, since we were 15, but I knew something was bothering him. He hardly touched his meal and it was only when the children were out that I plucked up enough courage to confront him. Phil stammered about how Neil had only that morning took him into the Office (my heart skipped a beat I thought the R word was about to be uttered REDUNDANCY) However to my relief Phil had been offered promotion citing increased salary and associated perks and benefits without any hesitation I threw my arms around him and hugged as hard as I could (I was now pleased that I hadn't made an issue of Neil crudely pushing that hard disgusting lump against me) "I knew Neil liked you" I kept telling Phil." You've worked hard for all these years and at last you're being rewarded". Phil mumbled something virtually audible about 10 days, but I was just so pleased and excited for him, excited for us both, that I didn't even ask him to repeat his mumblings. I knew that money wasn't the only thing in life, but over the years the mortgage had increased, the 'kid's' being typical teenagers, always seemed to want more and more, placing even more strain on the family purse strings to the point that Phil had become totally preoccupied with work, that the inevitable stress fractures appeared in our relationship, to the point that I couldn't even recall when we last made love let alone had sex. But now I was confident all that would change! That night I was like a kid at Christmas! I must have telephoned everyone I knew; such was my eagerness to share our good fortune. To celebrate our good fortune, not one, but two full bottles of my favorite Rose were not sipped but gulped until I was absolutely squiffy It wasn't until next morning that I awoke with a more than a slight hangover that I realized Phil had already left for the office, no doubt dropping the 'kid's' off at college and school etc. Staying in bed with a strong coffee, I knew that I had the luxury to lie there and reflect on our change of fortune and started making plans for the future. First a holiday had to be planned, then our love life, followed by a change of car, not forgetting our love life, settlement of our credit card balance for my breast augmentation. I knew at the time we couldn't afford such a procedure but such was my efforts to attract the attention of Phil, instead I seemed to draw the attention of other men. Phil didn't seem interested, in fact he had hardly touched my boobs but I was now so confident that everything would change, that I suddenly realized that I was sexually aroused. Touching my moist pussy sent a sudden 'tingle' through my body, running my index finger along my pussy; I slowly began to gently separate my labia. Mmmmmmmmmm my clitty was sending all the naughty signals to my brain, to such a point I wasn't content with one, let alone two fingers, I simply forced three fingers into my excited pussy. Each and every push of my hand made my fingers slide in even deeper. I drew my legs up until my knees created a tent like rise in the cotton bed sheet. My hand was now still, it was my hips now pushing, forcing my pussy onto my fingers. Closing my eyes, my thoughts soon dismissed the role of my fingers, instead I visualized Phil between my thighs pounding my pussy Mmmmmmmmmm my left hand cupped my boob, my finger and thumb rolled and squeezed my nipple, it was, in my mind's eye, Phil biting and chewing on my nipples. I visualized his teeth biting into my nipple then tugging on my piercing until my erect nipple was painfully stretched, in my attempt to recreate this experience I twisted the nipple ring. I knew full well Phil would never ever do such a thing, as his approach was always measured and gentle, but today it was different, he was strong masculine and in control, at one point I almost heard him using verbal obscenities. I was so aroused that my dirty thoughts raced from Phil, then flash back memories of a brief 'friendship' with a much older man when I was in my mid-teens. We would spend time together in his flat; he would purchase items of under wear. I would parade myself in the lingerie for his pleasure, perhaps not fully understanding what I was doing, yet even at that early age sensing something; sensing it was me in control. I quickly erased that distant thought; Phil wasn't aware of that episode of my life and never would be. My hips rotated against my hand, seemingly more determined to push more and more of my fingers deeper into my pussy. The three had become four and my hand ached, yet I continued. I wanted to feel Phil, his 'thing' was huge - massive brutal and ugly. The size that I could only dream about, the size that I doubted even existed. In my fantasy it became obscenely LARGE. Phil had now been replaced by a Black Guy, the type that would throw you around the bedroom. Thoughts, filthy thoughts, competed with one another as my orgasm drew close. That lump that Phil's Boss couldn't seemingly control sprang into my mind, when suddenly! The door, the bloody doorbell chimed repeatedly...DAMN DAMN DAMN! Jumping up I glanced from the bedroom window and recognized instantly Phil's Father's car parked on the drive. The doorbell chime continued. DAMN! I was so close to an orgasm that I felt cheated! Pulling on my red lace panties, that I had lazily discarded the previous night, I quickly threw on a short white baby doll affair and made my way downstairs to open the door. Phil's Father Brian entered the house and followed me into the kitchen. My heightened state of sexual arousal and the sudden disturbance had pushed the notion of modesty totally out of my thoughts. Turning my back on him to fill the kettle with water the reality suddenly hit me on how little 'appropriate' clothing I actually was wearing. The hem of my baby doll was short, barely covering my bum, clad in its see through red lace. I could feel his stare yet I continued to make the coffee as if this was just another normal day; I turned toward him as he gazed at my pendulant breasts encased in the short see through baby doll. Sitting opposite across the dining table afforded Brian a view of my cleavage and all of the curvy contours of my body. The thin nylon wrap around belt that held my baby doll together had clearly worked loose during my effort to rush downstairs and answer the door, in essence more boob was on display than what the wrap over baby doll contained. I suddenly realized just how much I was enjoying the whole situation. Brian struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze constantly falling on the vast expanse of cleavage. I lit a cigarette knowing full well from past experience what the consequence would be. As I inhaled on my cigarette, my chest rose higher, pushing my bare breasts forward. Brian's gaze followed even the smallest of movement each time I inhaled his focus was on my mouth, on my lips. Perhaps blatant, too blatant, but I even ran the tip of my tongue slowly over my top lip. I didn't need telling but I knew that in Brian's mind it wasn't a cigarette that I was smoking. Like some cheap tart I was deliberately being sexually suggestive with my Father in Law to the point that I casually stated. "I don't usually smoke this early in the day, I much prefer a cigarette after sex" adding "Which isn't that often these days" My teasing and the obvious slur on his Son's lack of performance wasn't lost on Brian. I could cut the tension with a knife. Brian rose from his seat as I exhaled a fine plume of cigarette smoke into the air. Crushing the cigarette out in the glass ashtray, I stood to face him, my bare breasts with my pierced nipple on full view. His erection was evident and from what I could see, Brian was certainly packing, that was clearly evident. As Brian took one step forward, I smiled seductively as the tingling sensation in my aroused pussy increased dramatically. The telephone rang, punching a hole in the sexual tension. "Dawn I need to go!" He stammered and left. Picking up the phone quite angrily, my ardor was pulsating through my veins. At first there was no voice, none at all then I heard Phil. The Seduction and Using of Dawn Pt. 01 "Are you ok, what are you doing?" Now it was my turn to remain silent, panic panic panic. I even scanned the room the feeling as if he had walked in on Brian and me; hell what if he had rang ten minutes later, then what? Here I was scantily dressed only moments before giving his own 64 year old Father, my own Father-in-Law perhaps the BIGGEST GREEN LIGHT of his life, such was my paranoia, I even opened the French doors to allow evidence of my smoking to escape. Phil checked. "Are you there Dawn?" I know that I quickly reassured him and lied about what a hectic morning I had experienced, first car wouldn't start, shops heaving etc. My lies appeared to appease any remaining doubts. Phil stammered about not telling me everything. Like a shotgun effect I was hit with, only 9 days now, flight at 8:00 am, no entitlement to overseas leave for several months, No visit from family! I calmly put the telephone receiver down, lit another cigarette and sobbed. The remaining 9 days passed, we hardly spoke, despite my threats not to wave him off; I drove Phil to the airport with his parents Brian and Janet. To say that the car journey was strained was an understatement. I sensed Brian was looking at me in a way I had not experienced before that eventful morning. Janet sensed the tension but dismissed it as my anxiety which was true. Throughout the journey I worried about the numerous small domestic tasks that still required attention, petty worries and concerns etc. When Phil approached the Departure Lounge he threw his arms around me and told me how much he loved me. I told him the same. I was naturally tearful as Brian placed a supportive arm around my waist, as we all waved goodbye to Phil. I felt Brian's hand wander and knead my bum, only stopping to trace his fingers along my suspender strap. Other than experiencing a deep sense of guilt, I said nothing nor did nothing to deter his hand. Chapter 3: (Both) Phil had arrived in Saudi as scheduled and had sent confirmation emails to Head Office and to myself, informing everyone that he had arrived safely as was the protocol with the company. He had sent Dawn an email outlining the same sentiment but with a more familiar structure. He didn't phone anyone in the UK on his arrival due to the time difference but he was looking forward to hearing Dawns voice once again. Back home the day was just beginning, Dawn was waking the household for breakfast before they all went their different ways of College or School. As the noise abated as the last child left the family home, Dawn began to ponder the last 24 hours. I'd kissed Phil goodbye as he commenced a new overseas assignment, unsure when I would see him in person next. I relived the parting of the ways and the moment that Brian had moved his hand over my butt and firmly squeezed, then began to trace the strap of my suspender belt with his index finger as the garment dug into my thigh. This was not the action of a supportive Father in Law, but rather the actions of a man testing how far he could go; in fact I had to accept a huge degree of responsibility. After all it was only a few days previous that if Phil hadn't have telephoned at that crucial time then I don't know where my flirting with his father would have led to? Phil was only feet away as his Father continued to secretly feel me up. I loved my husband and enjoyed immensely the love making that we once both shared, but sadly this had been absent now for some years. But this didn't feel or taste anything like that. This wasn't about love or affection His agenda was pure sex. This was about fucking, writhing, pounding unabashed animalistic sex. On the drive back home I realized that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to her bedroom and began to stroke my pussy gently. As the tingling sensations increased I began to slide a finger into my lubricated slot. The finger thrust inside slowly at first, building itself up into a frenzied blur as an additional finger accompanied the penis substitutes. My hips were thrusting to meet the plunging fingers as another finger was added in to the action, stretching my pussy, giving a more realistic sensation to the heightened state of arousal. An orgasm began to radiate through my hips and pussy, biting my bottom lip to stifle any sexual moans. As my fingers thrust in and out of my tantalized cunt, I pressed my thumb over my clitoris and began to rotate thumb over my erect sensitive button. A second orgasm surfaced once again and this time it was more fervent, hips thrust again to meet probing fingers as sound from my squelching and sloshing emanating from my pussy. As the orgasm subsided I realized that I wetter than she had ever felt. The thought of Brian my Father in Law being sexual had opened a door I never knew existed. As I sat on her bed with my fingers gently teasing my still hot wet pussy I recall smiling to myself. Although Phil had only been gone 24 hours, I did not feel any guilt or remorse about the masturbation fantasy and more to the point, regarding my father marking his sexual territory. The phone rang. Trying to compose myself I took a deep breath then answered the phone. "Hello" I answered without a trace of breathlessness. "Hi babe it's me" Phil replied. "Hi Phil, it's good to hear your voice" I replied, genuinely pleased to hear from him. "The Kids have left for College and work so it's just me" I continued. "It's just a quick hello to let you know I've arrived safe and well and I should be able to Facetime with you later say around 6:00pm your time" he said in a cheery tone. "OK why so brief? I queried "I have to go to a debriefing meeting and be introduced to all of the staff here" Phil explained "Well at least I know you're safe, I suppose I'll catch you later at 6:00. That's a good time to be honest as all the kids should be home" I asserted. "OK Babe I'll catch you later" And with that Phil Hung up. That was short and sweet. His first day in a foreign country away from his family it must be a bit daunting, plus he'll want to put on a good show for Neil for having faith in him to offer this opportunity I thought. As my thoughts drifted I realized that I was thinking of Neil. Remembering the sensual dance and how subconsciously I enjoyed the feeling of his erection pressing against me. I thought about how I didn't reprimand or move aside from my Father groping my bum, and thought if it had been Neil stroking my butt I may have let things go further. In my mind's eye, I visualized us together in the marital bed; Neil was thrusting into me, forcing my legs up, almost crushing my breasts and drilling his cock deep inside me. I even smiled at the thought of Neil fulfilling me sexually and remembered how prominent his hard lumpy erection felt that night. His cock felt LARGE, in comparison to Phil's it felt HUGE. I found myself picturing me kneeling before him, sucking his manhood into my crimson mouth and licking the veiny cock. A thought flashed into my head as I fantasized sexually about being used by Neil, just as swiftly I returned to reality, too normality. It was my daughter Emily's 21st birthday on Friday and she was contemplating having a few of her friends over to celebrate. I knew that in Phil's absence it would be difficult to cope with a house full of young adults so I thought asking Neil to pop over and help out, it would be a good opportunity to thank him for the confidence shown in Phil. Fetching my iPhone from my bag, I swiped to Neil's Work number. The phone dialed as Neil answered. "Hello" Neil spoke in a deep tone. "Hi Neil! It's Dawn here! I was hoping you'd be able to help me out?" I continued. "Dawn I've already told you if you need any help I'll be there for you!" Neil prompted. "Well on Friday it's my middle daughter's birthday and she will be having a few friends over, the usual young crowd mayhem. With Phil not being here, I would be on guard duty myself, so I was wondering if you be here just to help oversee the shenanigans!" I explained. "What time do you want me there?" Neil answered efficiently. "Neil you're a darling! You can have a few drinks while you're here; I mean we're not robots!" I continued encouragingly. "I'll bring some champagne and we can celebrate your Daughters' birthday and Phil's promotion" Neil enthused "I can't believe a woman as sexy as you has children out of their teens!" Neil continued. "Flattery will get you everywhere!" I teased trying not to be too flirty in tone. "I'll see you here about 7:00 on Friday then!" I stated. "I'm looking forward to it already!" Neil replied with just a hint of undertone. Hanging up the phone, I immediately sent a text to Emily with the following message "Tell your friends that the Party is on for Friday from 7:30 onward but they all have to behave!" When Emily returned home that evening her excitement was evident. She flung her arms around me hugging me tightly and thanking me for letting her have her party. "Don't thank me; thank Neil your dad's boss. He's the one who is helping out in your dad's absence!" I said comfortingly. "Is he the dishy one?" she giggled "I suppose he is a bit dishy!" I giggled in return. "Mum is it OK if we go into town after my party as my friends were saying there is a nightclub having a 21st Birthday night?" she enthused. "As long as you all act like adults on Friday then I'll treat you like adults!" I smiled. She looked up at me and smiled "You're the best Mum!" "I've already asked Grandpa to give us a lift and he's agreed, so he'll be here about 10:30 on Friday night!" she gushed Emily walked out of the room hurriedly, and began to make her way up to her bedroom. "Your dad is Facetiming at 6:00 tonight so be here for it!" I shouted up the stairs as she took the staircase two at a time. All of the kids arrived home within 10 minutes of each other and we all sat down to a family meal and waited for Phil to Facetime the family. Once the Facetime was completed and everyone had spoken to Phil, all of the kids left the lounge and did whatever it is that young adults do. I poured myself a glass of Rose wine and sat peacefully on the sofa reflecting that unless I occupied my time I would become an ex-pat widow. I kicked my high heels off my feet and curled my legs underneath me as I lay back slightly, sipping my wine in my stockinged feet. I smoothed my skirt and felt the strap of my garter belt. The same garter belt Brian had been stroking so efficiently at the airport. My mind drifted to the airport as Brian is stroking his son's wife's ass and kneading my buttocks very effectively. My breathing was quickening as I recalled how his fingers reached my ass crack that they spread out slightly, exploring my ass and feeling for the crack of my pussy. His fingers stretching out for my pussy had unintentionally pulled my thong deep into my shaved slot. My pussy was tingling at the sensation at the airport and reliving the moment, my pussy was tingling again. I could see my ample breasts heaving, rising and falling as my excitement rose. The kids were still in the house, so I wasn't going to put my hand down to my pussy just yet. I finished the wine and decided I would run a bath where I could relax and possibly release some tension from my sexually aware pussy. I took the bottle of wine and my glass up to my en-suite bathroom and began to fill my bath. A little splash of fizzing bath crystal added to the flowing water. I poured a large glass of Rose wine and went into the bedroom to remove my clothes and fetch a bathrobe. Removing my skirt first I then unbuttoned my very tight blouse, releasing my huge breasts that were resting in my silky black half cup bra. My pierced nipple was most prominent, as it pushed against the flimsy black material of the bra. I began to unclip my suspender straps and roll the stockings down my legs when images of Brian ventured into my head, stroking my stockings down my soft naked thighs. I stepped out of my thong and scooped all of the underwear placing it my laundry basket. I looked in the mirror at my reflection. My augmented breasts were firm and heaving, accentuating my natural narrow waist which sat upon my curvy hips giving me what's known as the hour glass shape. My legs were smooth and shiny a result of my recent waxing visit which also removed every strand of hair from my pussy. My pussy was smooth and shining as I drank in my reflection. Trying not to be conceited but this was not the body of a woman with four children. This was the body of a sexual vixen and I smirked arrogantly as I admired my figure and understood the desire men had to hold, stroke and devour this figure. I picked up my iPhone and wine glass and slowly immersed into my luxurious bath. As the water reached my breasts they seemed to float proudly as I took a sip from my glass. Placing the glass on the side I decided to give Neil a quick call to tell him we'd spoken with Phil and to thank him once again about offering his services to help at Emily's birthday party. As I scrolled through my phone book to get Neil's number I paused at Brian's number. I thought I should give him a quick call and thank him for giving the girls a lift on Friday. I pressed call on the phone and four rings later Brian answered sounding very happy. "So what I can do for my sexy Daughter?" He asked. "Brian I'm calling to thank you for giving the girls a lift into Town on Friday" I cheerily replied. "The least I can do, plus Emily has talked me into picking them up at 1:30!" he stated. "Brian I can't thank you enough!" I thanked. "Oh I'm sure there is something we could agree on!" he sniggered. I found myself giggling at his forthright response. "I'll see you on Friday!" I said then hung up the phone. Scrolling through for Neil's number, I pressed call and waited for Neil to answer. "And what do I owe the pleasure of this call from such a beautiful woman?" he charmed. "I'm just ringing to confirm for Friday and to once again thank you so much for the assistance!" "Can I hear water splashing?" Neil asked. "Yes I'm having a nice relaxing bath" I replied. "Oh my God you're talking to me naked and wet! Most of my work is done!" he laughed. I returned his laughter as an image flew into my head of Neil lying in the bath with me as we oiled and soaped each other's naked flesh. "Well I have to be naked for a bath!" I giggled "You have to be naked for quite a few things!" Neil answered flirting quite nicely. "You don't always have to be naked!" I responded hearing him swallow over the phone. "That sounds promising!" he teased. "Mmmm!" I murmured teasing him a little further. "So do you still want me here for 7:00?" he asked diligently "Please, plus you can stay over if you wish and have a drink!" I enthused. "I'll bring the champagne!" he stated proudly. "I must warn you that Emily will pounce on you with one of her special hugs as a thank you for being here to help!" I smiled. "There's nothing better than a gorgeous young woman throwing herself at me!" he laughed. "Thanks again Neil, I look forward to seeing you on Friday!" and hung up my phone. The little flirting with Neil had not dampened my ardor in any shape or form. My hand slipped into the warm water and as my finger slid in the groove of my shaved slit. A few gentle strokes were all that it took to unhood my clitoris. My French manicured nail gently scratched the fleshy button as my arousal reached fever pitch. My fantasy mind alternated between Brian stoking my clit and Neil fucking my pussy. I cannot honestly state who won this sexual battle, but I can state that my orgasm was powerful. My breasts heaved up and down as the water lapped over my huge smooth tits. My head was tilted to one side as my orgasm began to slowly subside. My breathing was still quick as my body returned a sense of sexual normality. I was stretched out in the bath thinking, that on Friday evening, Neil will be within groping and touching distance all evening and Brian will be here for a short time and true to recent form he will be putting his fingers to good use. Friday can't come quick enough. Chapter 4: (Neil) The night of the Party had arrived and I turned up at a very punctual 6:30, being there extra early to help out if required. I'd brought along a half dozen bottles of domestic champagne and a small Tiffany Bracelet for the Birthday girl. As I entered the house, greeted by Dawn with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, I looked through to the Kitchen to see three very attractive girls looking back at me. A petite blonde wearing a very tight red mini dress, made a rush for me, throwing her arms around my neck, she held me close to her very sensual young firm body and said. "Thanks very much Neil" giggling with excitement. Dawn laughed and said. "This is my Daughter Emily!" she smiled. I held Emily's waist and said. "This is for you!" handing her the little turquoise box with the Tiffany Bracelet inside. "And these are for you!" I said to Dawn handing her the box of six bottles of Champagne. Emily opened the box with exuberant excitement. She yelled a whooping sound then flung her arms around me again, kissing my cheek repetitively saying. "Thank you! Thank you!" over and over again. Dawn and the other two young ladies laughed like drains as Emily went ballistic with her birthday exuberance. "Mum put the bracelet on me!" she exclaimed with unabashed excitement. Dawn held the bracelet around Emily's tiny wrist and fastened the locking device. The bracelet was a silver chain with the Tiffany design of two ellipses either side of the locking clasp. Emily was delighted with her little present and went to show it off to the other two girls. Dawn smiled and said "You shouldn't have, but thank you anyway, she's seems pleased with it!" One of the girls stepped forward from the kitchen and I could distinctly see the familiarity of features with Dawn and Emily. Holding out her hand to shake mine she said "Hi I'm Kelli and my birthday is in a couple of months!" then laughed the most infectious laugh ever. Dawn smiled and said "This is my other daughter Kelli" "Pleased to meet you Kelli" I smiled, shaking her small soft hand. The other girl said hello just as the doorbell rang, something that was to be repetitive for the next twenty minutes as a sea of young adults arrived laden with presents and alcopops. The party was a lively event as one would expect with a group of young adults, but fair play to the group, every one of them acted with a remarkable maturity. At 10:30 prompt the door swung open and Brian, Dawns Father, entered the fray. "Where's my beautiful girl?" he shouted. Emily ran across to her Granddad and gave him a huge hug. He handed her an envelope with a birthday card inside and what looked like a cash gift. Emily opened the envelope then kissed him on the cheek. Kelli popped over and kissed him on the cheek as he went toward the kitchen just as Dawn stepped into it. The door of the kitchen wasn't fully closed and I could see straight into it. The youngsters returned to the lounge dancing, laughing and doing what young adults do. As I looked in the kitchen I saw Brian place his hand on Dawns ass and knead her buttocks. He smoothed her skirt up her thighs to reveal stocking tops and garters. His right hand began to knead Dawns huge breasts as she leant against a kitchen counter letting Brian feel her like some cheap slut. Her hand went to his crotch and I could see her stroke his bulge as she smirked at him. Her skirt returned to her knees as he used both hands to play with her large breasts. He moved closer toward Dawn and began to kiss her roughly. Dawn responded to his animal like actions as he squeezed her breasts rather violently. It seemed from this little scenario that Dawn liked a bit of rough. Dawn pushed her crotch in toward Brian's obvious bulge, rolling her tongue around his as she did so. Brian squeezed her huge tits as my own bulge began to show signs of life. I couldn't move my eyes away from the groping scene, in awe of how much of a slut Dawn appeared to be acting. Dawn rubbed Brian's cock vigorously as he pawed her breasts with a searing passion. Even at this distance I could see how aroused Dawn was becoming. One of the kids made their way from the lounge to the Kitchen and on hearing the footsteps Dawn and Brian broke away. The Seduction and Using of Dawn Pt. 01 Dawn came out of the kitchen and nonchalantly shouted over the music that those going clubbing had to leave now. The music stopped as a herd of young adults vacated the house just as swiftly as they arrived. All left the house in good spirits with minimum noise for the surrounding neighbors. Brian went out to his vehicle as Dawns two girls and three of their friends all headed to Brian's car. Dawn waved from the doorstep as she said in a hushed tone "Enjoy yourselves and behave!" The car pulled away as they all headed into town to enjoy the second phase of their party. I turned to Dawn with a slightly uncomfortable feeling after witnessing her father feeling her up with no resistance from her. It would appear that the thrill of getting caught ranked high on her arousal list. The woman I saw writhing in almost ecstasy as her Father in Law groped her was somewhat different from the woman standing before me. "Better get cleared up shall we?" I offered in my best boy scout tone. "No we'll leave it till the morning. Let's have some of that champagne you brought in with some peace and quiet!" she smiled I looked at Dawn with a different perspective. Here was a very sexy, curvaceous woman who was all alone for the next six months and obviously her sex drive was still intact but her sexual partner was no longer evident. She was dressed in a quite tight black pencil type skirt. I already knew she was wearing Stockings and suspenders and by the way Brian was manipulating her large breasts she was wearing a very small brassiere. Her top was rather elegant and tailored beautifully to fit her curvaceous figure. It clung to her tiny waist and hugged her prominent breasts. She picked a bottle from the kitchen, collecting two champagne flutes from the cupboard, she then marshaled me into the lounge and we both sat on the spacious sofa. Opening the bottle with expertise, she poured the two glasses, handing one to me she clinked the other against it and said "Cheers!" Dawn kicked off her high heels and curled her legs up on the sofa. Holding her ankle with her left hand, I could see her stocking tops and the strap of her suspenders as she relaxed and bean to make small talk. I looked into her eyes as she returned my gaze and asked "Is Brian coming back after he drops the kids off?" She looked at me with an inquisitive slant and replied. "He has no reason too. I imagine he'll drop them off at 1:30 and head back home!" she retorted. I smiled at her answer and found myself acting very clumsily as opposed to my usual controlled self. I didn't know how or when to approach Dawn or even if I should, so we just carried on talking until about 1:00 am, by which time we were very tipsy having emptied a further two bottles of bubbles. Dawn yawned as she stretched, pushing her huge breasts forward, framing the perfect hour glass silhouette as she thrust her perfect breasts forward. As her arms went down by her side she stood up from the sofa and said the kids would be home soon and she was popping off to bed. Passing me a duvet and a pillow, I placed the pillow at one end of the sofa and stretched the duvet over the length of the sofa. Dawn held me tightly and gave me a very warm hug and a soft delicate kiss on the cheek. I could feel her large breasts push into my chest as she held me tightly. "Thanks for all your help!" she whispered and trotted off up the stairs to her bedroom. I turned the lights off downstairs and saw a chink of light coming from Dawns bedroom. I removed my Shirt and Jeans, kicking off my shoes and socks and slipped under the duvet wearing only my Calvin Klein briefs. As my head hit the pillow the light went out in Dawns bedroom and I drifted off into a drink induced sleep. I was in the middle of a most erotic dream when I felt a hand begin to gently massage my very erect cock. My mind instantly thought that Dawn was stroking my manhood. I adjusted my eyesight to what little light was available, when a soft voice whispered in my ear. "Thanks for the bracelet. It's beautiful!" I was stunned to find that Emily was swirling her tongue in my ear as she gently stroked my foreskin back and forth over my blood engorged glans. My mind was racing as she caught me off guard. I thought it was Dawn who was stroking my cock but here it was, the birthday girl, stroking my cock so expertly. This was not her first rodeo. I was too far gone to stop any of this, so I kissed her gently as her tongue slipped into my mouth like a snake in heat. She moaned softly as my tongue met hers in a passionate embrace. She straddled one leg over my naked thighs as she slid my briefs further down my legs, revealing my cock in all its glory. She smiled as she positioned my cock at her young tight opening. Her underwear was nowhere to be seen as she smiled and looked me in the eye and whispered. "I have always wanted to be fucked by a man and my first time will be by a man!" she said as she slowly slid her blisteringly hot tight pussy over my rampant pole. She moaned ever so softly as my cock slowly filled her young tight pussy to the brim. She took the whole length with consummate ease as she slowly began to rotate her hips, smiling as she started to fuck me as a woman. My mind flashed to the legality of the issue but she had turned twenty one and was legal everywhere in the world. She fucked liked a veteran. She was a natural to the art of sex and took my cock on a very erotic journey. She lifted her dress over her head revealing her youthful C Cups with pink perky nipples jutting from the domes of her breasts. She leaned forward and kissed me as her hot breath filled my mouth with her youthful lust. She rode my cock expertly, moaning softly with each exhale as her pussy gripped my cock tightly. Her moans became slightly louder and frequent as she whispered she was going to come. I kissed her passionately breaking the kiss to tell her I was about to do the same and asked where she wanted me to come? "Come inside me!" she panted "I want to feel like a woman!" she groaned as my hot white seed flooded inside her brand new pussy. She rode my cock slowly, feeling every pulse as my cock emptied and convulsed within her velvet tunnel. She placed her head on my chest as I stroked her long blonde hair, feeling her contented afterglow from her first full sexual experience. "They all told me that my first time would be awful. But they were all wrong!" she smiled as she gave me a soft kiss and gently nibbled on my bottom lip. "I'm so pleased you enjoyed your first time." I responded "If I thought I wouldn't wake mum I would be having my second time right now!" she giggled, as she climbed off my body and stood before me naked. Her young pert breasts glistened with sweat as she picked up her dress, leant over me and gave me a long lingering kiss. "Thank you for making me a woman!" she smiled then walked up the stairs still naked but clutching her dress. My head was spinning. This only happens in dreams and fantasies. I was trying to seduce the Mother but the daughter had totally seduced me. My cock was still rock hard as I leant back on the sofa. I could still feel and smell Emily's presence as my cock refused to deplete. Although it had been a while since I'd smoked a cigarette, I was almost craving for the cool sultry smoke to fill my lungs and dampen my ardor. The say great minds think alike and at that very moment Dawns bedroom door opened, streaming a chink of candescent light across the lounge from the open stairwell. Dawn walked out of her bedroom wearing a silky dressing gown tied tightly around her narrow waist, carrying a packet of Menthol cigarettes. I didn't realize she was wearing high heels until her feet reached the bottom of the stairs. "Sorry if I woke you" she apologized "But I desperately need a cigarette!" I looked up at Dawn who seemed to wearing a very sexy smile and said. "I quit some time ago but I do like the smell of a cigarette, I'll join you if you wish!" I shuffled myself into my briefs and put my shirt on and followed Dawn to the kitchen and out on to her Patio. My cock was still erect but I covered the effect with my shirt front. The night was still warm as Dawn took out a long menthol cigarette. She placed it up to her made up lips and lit it seductively, drawing a long inhaling breath, she then exhaled a very erotic plume of smoke in my direction. She smiled as I inhaled the seductive plume. As the cool menthol smoke wafted into my nostrils, I received a hit of light headedness as the smoke left my lungs and evaporated into the night time atmosphere. Dawn leant against a handrail as her gown conveniently opened, revealing Black stockings, garters and black bra. The bra was half cup and revealed a silver jewel shining at her exposed nipple. I stared uncontrollably. She wasn't wearing panties and her shaved sexy pussy was on display with her legs slightly apart, I could see her fleshy pussylips and enticing opening. If I wanted to take my eyes away it would be impossible. To break the ice I decided to act jovially. "Nice outfit!" I smiled "Glad you like it!" she purred as she took a step closer to me, revealing her pussylips as she did so. "I was unsure if you were ready to go so soon after deflowering my daughter!" she smiled without a trace of anger. She had obviously been watching Emily and I, enjoy Emily's first real sexual experience. I was shocked to the core. My erection was poking out of my briefs as I stood before the mother of the young lady who's virginity I had just taken, who was standing before me, wearing the sexiest underwear and was brazenly coming on to me. "I saw you making her a woman and you were very considerate. It reminded me of how I lost mine with a guy much older than me!" She smiled with a nostalgic twinkle in her eye. Dawn moved a step closer to me as I slid my hand inside her robe. Her warm soft flesh felt heavenly to my touch as she moved her head up to mine and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. She placed her full soft lips over mine as her tongue snaked inside my mouth, gently teasing my tongue to its touch. Her quiet throaty moans were sexual music to my ears as she held me close. My hand went up to her breast to explore the pierced nipple. As my finger and thumb gently teased the pierced flesh, her moans became a little more vocal. As our kiss broke for a fragment of a second she whispered "Yes" softly as I continued to stimulate the pierced flesh of her nipple. She held my other hand and guided it to her soft hairless mound, placing my hand over her experienced pussy. My middle finger slid back and forth in her shaved slit as she increased her sexual moaning. My cock was at bursting point as the most sexually charged woman I'd ever encountered opened her legs just enough to let my finger slide inside the most delectable pussy in history. Her pussy felt as though it was lined with warm velvet, as my finger slid inside her vaginal walls, they clamped onto my finger, oscillating calmly on my invading finger. Her sexual scent was filling my nostrils, surging testosterone through my body. I felt her small feminine hand stroke my cock as she guided it toward her encapsulating pussy. Removing my finger, she placed my cock at her opening and whispered. "Fuck me like you did Emily!" My cock slid all the way inside the hottest piece of flesh of I've ever encountered. As my cock reached its penetrative limit she breathed a throaty moan saying. "Oh fuck that feels good! It's so much deeper than Phil goes!" My cock had never been harder as she began to gyrate her hips with my cock balls deep. Our alfresco fuck continued in this same vein for about 10 minutes when she whispered into my ear that she was coming. I whispered my reply informing her that I was also about to unload. She held me tight as she raised her stockinged legs off the floor and placed them around my back. Her arms around my neck she leant back slightly and said. "Fuck me and give me your baby making seed!" with a quite an aggressive look on her face. I held her butt cheeks and emptied my seed deep inside her as she writhed in passion, coming like a force of nature. As my orgasm was subsiding Dawn held me tight and kept thrusting her pussy onto my still hard cock. "Oh my God I need you to fuck me while Phil is away!" "Your wish is my command!" I panted My cock slid out of her cumdrenched pussy as she untwined her legs and stood before me. Enjoying a long lingering kiss we then made our way back inside the house. In the light of the house I could see her devastatingly sexy body encased in the seductive lingerie. My cock glistened under the fluorescent light of the kitchen as she looked at my semi erect shiny cock. Without saying a word she knelt down and took my almost hard cock between her erotic lips and began to glide her pursed lips up and down my shaft. I looked at this exotic vision of pure sex giving me the best blowjob in the history of blowjobs. Holding the base of my cock, she glided her vacuum like mouth up and down the length as her French manicured fingernails began to innocently stroke my emptied testicles I looked at this unbelievable vision and can't explain why I said this but for some reason I uttered this phrase. "Can you taste your daughter's pussy?" I proudly stated Dawn moaned a very deep throaty approving moan as she moved frantically on my cock, Licking and sucking it wildly, slobbering all over my prick. She took my cock out of her mouth, stood up and holding my cock she guided me to the sofa. Taking off her robe she lay back on the sofa. Holding her legs open wide she looked directly into my eyes and purred "Fuck me!" My cock slid inside her dreamlike pussy as she began to thrust her hips in the most sluttish manner. "Fuck me Neil and give me your seed!" she purred My cock buried itself in her hot tight cunt as she fucked me like the filthiest slut on earth. Grabbing her tits I began to knead her breasts as I thrust away at her cock draining cunt. She talked continuously, begging me to fuck her cunt, to give her my seed. It was without doubt the most erotic sensational night of my life as Dawn took my cock to pleasures I had never known. I kissed her wonderful full slutty lips as she wrapped her black stockinged thighs around my waist, pushing her heels in to my buttocks, encouraging me to fuck her cunt deeper. "Do me. Fuck my cunt!" she pleaded. The most erotic sexual woman I'd ever encountered was milking my cock like some kind of sexual Dairy milkmaid. I whispered into her ear that I was about to come. She panted wildly. "Fill my cunt with your seed!" I drilled my cock furiously in and out of her shaved tight pussy. As my orgasm arrived I said through clenched teeth in quite a violent tone. "I'm spunking a baby into your cunt!" and unleashed a copious amount of hot virile sperm deep into her wanton thrusting pussy. We lay in that position for all of ten minutes. My cock was still deep inside her as we regained our breath and composure. "We have to do this again?" Dawn smiled "I've never been fucked up the ass and I want your cock in my ass next!" Kissing her neck softly I had to agree! Chapter 5 to follow: The Seduction: Book 01, Jon I live on the outskirts of Charlotte. It's not suburban or rural, ruban, maybe? Just enough distance between neighbors so you can have all the privacy you want. Not enough distance so you can get to know your neighbors if you want. That's what this story is about, my neighbors. They moved into a large house down the road that had been vacant for more than a year. It was slow selling because the house and property are large, and that means money. There weren't too many buyers in the market for property at that price point then. My wife and I were in our early sixties at the time and married more than forty years. The kids are grown with children of their own. With the few glimpses I had of my new neighbors I guessed they were in their late thirties, early forties, my kids' ages. It was hard to tell at that distance. Being retired I spend a lot of time puttering around the house and yard. My wife still works. While I knew she wanted to retire the prospect of dealing with me 24/7 was too daunting so she kept working to get some breathing room. I noticed that my new neighbors were around pretty much all day, every day so my curiosity had me trying to figure out their situation. Either they worked out of the house, had money or both. My wife and kids have always accused me of over-analyzing things. It certainly was true in this case. What did they do to afford that house and a stay-at-home lifestyle? Who were these people? There just wasn't enough information to be had watching them to put it all together. To get more meant I had to introduce myself. This is not easy for me because I am not a social person. In other words, I am somewhat introverted. But the older I get the less I become. About a month after they moved in I made it a point to catch the new guy at the mailbox. He introduced himself as Bill, and his wife as Judy. He seemed like a nice guy, so nice that I invited them over for drinks to give us a chance to get to know one another. He accepted. Predictably, my wife didn't like the idea of company on a weekday night but I told her I would take care of everything. What's not to like? I called Bill and explained her need to go to bed early and that to make it an early evening we had to start before dinner. I found out he drank beer and Judy white wine. My plans now included an outdoor grilled, dry-rub flank steak. It's easy to prepare and delicious to eat. Bill and Judy arrived at six. I set them up with wine and beer on the patio and we made light conversation for about fifteen minutes until my wife came in from work. After brief introductions she excused herself to change and freshen up. She joined us a few minutes later. It was a pleasant evening and I accomplished my objective. I found out that they ran an Internet business out of their home, and according to them it was very lucrative. They were married ten years and made their money from their business. They seemed to be normal folks but normal people didn't look as good as they did. He was just over average height and weight, trim and with regular features. So regular that I'd call him handsome. A good looking guy as evidenced by my wife quickly warming to him. She even liked Judy. Normally she is wary of women thinking they all want to lure me into bed. People like attractive people. Even so, my wife didn't embarrass me. Judy had her hair in a ponytail and wore jeans with a tucked-in, white oxford shirt. She was a redhead with wavy, not frizzy hair. I have always been a sucker for red hair. Even scrubbed clean with no makeup it was clear that she was very pretty and when dolled up God only knew how pretty she could be. With a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose I would err on the side of calling her beautiful. Like her husband, she was above average height. Weight is always a tricky thing with women so I can't say that she was average, whatever that is. Let's just say she was trim, too. Nice and curvy, but it was hard to tell just how much with a blousy oxford shirt that gave nothing away. The jeans weren't hugging her hips but they were tight on her thighs and being straight cut added to the impression of her being trim. They also gave an indication of her having long legs. I didn't embarrass myself, either. We called it a night by nine. This gave my wife a chance to get a good night's sleep for the following day's work. She enjoyed herself, too. ( The Studio ( A couple of days later Bill met me at the mailbox. He thanked me again for the dinner. They apparently enjoyed themselves, too. Enough that he said they would like to reciprocate. In the mean time he suggested I come over for a couple of beers in the afternoon. He was remodeling and needed another pair of hands to get some things done. I showed up after lunch. The Internet business must be good because the house's furnishings were very expensive. I saw a lot of custom pieces and elegant decorating. I'm not too knowledgeable about these things but sometimes you can sense a major investment and this was one of them. We grabbed beers and headed for the patio. There was a building to the side back of the main house that he was remodeling and that's where he needed the help. It could have been a barn or carriage house. It was hard to tell from the outside. The previous owner had never invited us over so I didn't know what to expect. It was two stories. I thought it might be storage on the ground floor with a mother apartment on the second. Judy came out of the building as we crossed to it. She waved and headed toward us. She said she needed a glass of wine and would join us in a few minutes. She looked like she had the other evening but further up the beautiful scale. Different this time were the hair, makeup, jeans and shoes. The hair was piled up in stylized disarray. A look I like. The makeup was more suited for an evening on the town. You know, dramatic eyes, lipstick and coloring. She had another oxford shirt on but it was pulled out of her waistband and tied off showing a little midriff and a smallish waist. The jeans were hip huggers this time. What did me in were the shoes. Rather, the shoes she was carrying. They were the high-heeled, open kind held together with thin straps that just make a woman totally sexy. I could only imagine what she looked like in them, high heels and jeans, a great combination. Conjuring up that image it was all I could do to be nonchalant and not make a fool of myself. We made small talk and headed over to the building after a few minutes. Judy went into the main house. She never did join us. Too bad, she sure was attractive that afternoon. It turns out the building was the main reason Bill and Judy bought the place. It was ideally suited to their business. Plus, we lived in an unincorporated part of the county. There weren't any property use restrictions out here in the ruban. I was to find out later that both factors greatly influenced their decision to buy. I guess you can figure out where this is going. You're probably a lot smarter than me or, at the least, quicker on the uptake. Their business was making tapes and taking pictures of themselves in various stages of undress and acting out pornographic scenes for sale on the Internet. I hadn't figured this out when we entered the building. Inside it was completely open. With skylights and no interior second floor it was ideally suited for conversion to a photographic studio and small movie set. The previous owner had been an artist and apparently used it as a studio. Converting it into a photography studio and set for video shoots was the remodeling Bill had undertaken. He needed me to help hoist and attach lighting fixtures, spotlights and light boxes to an overhead gantry structure that he had had installed. We worked for a few hours and drank a few beers. When we were done I offered to come over and help with the rest of the remodel. He could have done it all himself at that point but my offer would allow him to finish sooner. He accepted. Over the next several weeks I was there a couple of days a week. During that time Judy would occasionally come and help, and get dirty and sweaty alongside us. At other times she would show up all dolled up and Bill would call it a day sending me home. You can't spend that much time with people without getting to know them a little so it was no surprise that the nature of their business slowly came out. I can't say I was surprised. I may not be quick but I'm not stupid. By the time Bill and Judy finally told me about their business I had already figured it out. This kept me from being bowled over by their revelation. I tried not to be embarrassed. I was cool. Still, Judy was always prim and proper around me. She was a lot of fun and I enjoyed her company as much as Bill's. Over time a friendship developed that allowed the three of us to be familiar and easy with one another. He was a regular guy with a good sense of humor. Like me, he always looked for the unusual and fun in things. Judy had a good sense of humor as well but hers was more on the sly side. She was funny by the things she didn't say. It's hard to explain but, for example, she would find humor through inference about things left unsaid. I took it to be a sign of a quick and sophisticated mind. I enjoyed going over to their place to see them as much as I did the opportunity to putter around on a project at home. The warmth of their friendship told me they enjoyed my company as much as my help. Dinners, outdoor cooked meals, beers and wine and good company led the four of us to become friends. We would occasionally go to town to take in a movie, go bar hopping and dancing. While I'm not much of a dancer, my wife likes to dance with Bill. Actually, she'll dance with anyone, and I won't if I can avoid it. Bill kindly obliges. To tell you the truth, I enjoy watching him dance. He is good at it and I can see why my wife enjoys it very much. He didn't dance slow dances with her often but when he did you couldn't slip a piece of paper between them. Afterwards they would return to the table and Betty, my wife would look radiant. She's not a touchy-feely type person but she does enjoy dances where she has an opportunity to caress her partner. When I dance with her I get the full treatment. I dance with both women once or twice an evening just so I wouldn't be accused of being an old stick in the mud (which I am). I only dance to slow music. When on the dance floor with Judy I always enjoy her scent and perfumes. I wouldn't call her style as sexy. It was more along comfortable and familiar lines. Occasionally I would find myself holding her close or turning into her causing her breasts to press my chest. When this happened it was never the result of lecherous intent on my part but always an artifact of the dance and our movement about the floor. Nevertheless, I noticed that when we were in contact she never pulled away. It was as if she was content to let our movements dictate the intimacy of our contact. That, of course, was fine with me. By mutual agreement, none of us told Betty what the two of them did for a living. It was simpler that way. My wife is set in her ways and I'm guessing she would feel very uncomfortable if she knew. Bill, Judy and I didn't want to put our budding friendship in jeopardy by telling her so we left it alone. This allowed us to enjoy many evenings bar hopping and dancing. One thing about our relationship that allowed it to flourish was my not expressing too much interest in the pornography details of their life. Bill and Judy understood I was curious, as any red-blooded American boy would be, and it's my sense that they appreciated me not pumping them for information. Of course, I was dying to know all about it but I didn't push. I knew most of it would come out over time. ( The Business ( One afternoon Judy and I were on their patio drinking while Bill ran to town for supplies for the remodel when she brought up their business. One thing led to another and she asked my opinion of their web site. I had no opinion. I'd never seen it. I didn't know its address. Before going on I admit to being a pornography junky. Betty says I'm addicted. I don't spend any money on it. I don't go to Internet chat rooms. I just surf, enough so that I recognize some of the men and women and have my favorites. Even so, I never recalled seeing Bill or Judy. Now, I know that makeup and lighting can really alter one's appearance such that you wouldn't recognize them on the street. Even so, they did not look familiar. Maybe it's because I only went to free sites? Judy gave me their web site address and asked me to check it out and give Bill and her feedback. Apparently, they were concerned that their site was getting stale and wanted to keep it entertaining and fresh for their subscribers and attract new ones. She gave me a userid and password to get into the site's members area. That was a Friday afternoon. I wouldn't see them again until the following week. I couldn't wait to get home, log onto their web site and check them out. Holy smokes! Judy was hot (she still is)! I couldn't believe that wholesome, sweet unassuming Judy could be so uninhibited. I'm glad she was because when I got to their web site I was blown away. She is gorgeous in and out of clothes. Yes, she is curvy. Suspicions confirmed. Their style was studio shots of them separately, and POV (point of view) gonzo shots and movies of them pleasuring themselves and each another. I guess giving Bill almost as much space as Judy was one of the things that separated their site from others and attracted an audience the others were passing up. It's not exactly what I thought a gay site might be. It was more along the lines of Judy's esthetic sense of what women might enjoy in Bill. The site was well constructed and tastefully rendered, at least to my tastes. The more Puritanical among you would think it raunchy. There are more slick sites out there but theirs didn't give up much. Like everyone else that enjoys pornography, I have preferences. Thankfully, their site addressed many of them. What I didn't care for was the POV approach. I think it greatly limited the capabilities and shots that they could offer subscribers. Of course, to get away from that they would have to use more than one camera and a separate photographer. The viewer/voyeur knows when someone else is on the set when these shots are taken and that adds to the eroticism they were trying to tap into. That's what I told them the following week. They paid close attention to my observations and opinions. I was flattered. The conversation was conducted at a professional level, thank God, because it was hard separating Judy from the gorgeous, sexually charged creature I now knew her to be from the friend sitting across the table. I think Bill sensed this and smiled at my awkwardness. He was kind enough not to call me on it. I asked them if they had ever considered using a cameraman or two (or three?), lighting and sound technicians, and models/actors in their shots and movies. Well, of course they had but their response surprised me. They said being naked and engaging in sex in front of others not similarly engaged would make them uneasy, awkward and embarrassed. Watching each other having sex with someone else would be more difficult. When I pushed them they told me how embarrassed they were just dealing with their webmaster designing pages and links. They knew enough to post new images and videos, which they continuously did to update their library and archives but not enough to keep their site fresh and movement within it convenient. They said it was painfully difficult for them to talk to the billing people, as well. Finally, they attended industry conventions and trade shows to keep abreast of industry trends and make contacts. Finding that others in the industry knew of them and complimented them on their work was embarrassing for them. I couldn't believe this. Here were people that enjoyed sharing their sexual passions with anyone that put up the money to view it. I told them that a lot of people (their subscribers) already knew more about them than a cameraman or technician would. And, as far as including models in their shoots, as long as they were professional and conducted themselves that way there shouldn't be a problem. They were offering their services for hire just as assuredly as a handyman does when he fixes an appliance. Sure there's a physical familiarity component with one and not the other but the pictures and movies they offered on the Web left nothing to the imagination with people that weren't professional so why should it matter? To help get over their apprehensions I suggested they use the industry contacts they were making at the conventions and trade shows to get into another site's studio and observe a still shot session or video shoot to draw their own conclusions about the level of professionalism in the industry. Sure there are those out there that would argue against my point but if they picked carefully they could see what was possible. I also suggested that if they ever got to the point of using another cameramen and models that they rotate them so that the sameness that they were trying to avoid wouldn't set in. I let it go at that and we got back to the remodel. A couple of days later over beers and wine Bill and Judy said the pressure to retain subscribers and attract new ones was forcing them to consider other ways of entertaining them. They liked an idea I had to post outtakes and planned to incorporate them into their site. After all, there were only so many ways to pleasure themselves and each other before it all became variations on the same theme. By adding humor and lighter moments with the outtakes they could breakup the staged and clinical aspects of their site's presentation. They felt that of all the options available to them the smallest step outside their comfort zone and into a new direction would be to use a photographer. With no idea if they could get past their inhibitions or what one cost but before they made that kind of commitment they wanted to try it to understand if the results were worth going in that direction. I'm sure you can figure out what happened next. I was already in their comfort zone and that made me the obvious candidate for their trial photographer. Their argument went something like this, "Jon, you're our friend and have our trust. We would feel more comfortable with you in the studio and on the set than a complete stranger. Think of yourself as a bridge for us to cross to a different level. Quite honestly, if we don't make this transition we worry about our site's viability and our financial future. Will you be our photographer on a trial basis?" It sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime. Except that they were transferring responsibility for their livelihood and future onto my shoulders. Not good. I was retired and didn't want the burden of added responsibility, especially for someone else. I pointed out that I might not have the technical skills or the talent to direct, compose and light a shot. Sure, I'm an amateur photographer and understand the basics, but was I skilled or talented enough for such an undertaking? They gave me all kinds of assurances the trial could be as little a commitment as just giving them the opportunity to find out what it was like to work with another person on the set. Even if that was all I did then it would make it easier for them to transition to a professional photographer. Without refusing the offer out-of-hand I pointed out my concerns. Namely that I would feel awkward and embarrassed, too. I wasn't sure if I could ever get beyond that stage and told them so. If I agreed to do this I initially wanted to work alongside each of them as they took shots of the other to see why they were doing what they were doing, and test their choices against my own. The Seduction: Book 01, Jon If we progressed beyond the trial stage I wanted to professionalize our relationship by agreeing to work schedules and compensation. None of this seemed unreasonable to them so we agreed to begin at first opportunity. The trial began a few days later. During those few days I was consumed with eagerness and anxiety. ( The Trial ( We had built a kitchenette and lounge area in the studio and met there mid-morning the first day of the trial. Because I had a greater understanding of what I knew and didn't know I set the work plan for that first meeting. I had Bill and Judy review their more recent work with me and explain what they were trying to achieve with each shot. I asked that we initially limit this to solo shots that did not have a pornographic component to them. I also questioned them on the extent to which they thought they achieved their artistic intent. We critiqued lighting, makeup (yes, Bill wears makeup when in front of the camera) and props. We did this with a couple of hundred shots. Then I asked to see the shots that hadn't made their cuts, and outtakes. There were a lot more of these. We broke after a few hours. It was strange sitting there discussing pictures of them in all stages of undress from all angles. It was surprisingly easy to do when hiding behind a professionally detached façade. I think we were all struggling to keep it that way to get us through that first session. After a late lunch we took the next step with a brief photo shoot. Again, trying to get past the awkward stage I suggested we start with Bill modeling and Judy shooting. I did not participate in the shoot, just watched them do their thing. That took a few hours. I had never spent so much time with a naked man before. I had never spent any time with one when I wasn't. He was pretty nonchalant walking around and posing with his Johnson hanging out. It wasn't circumcised, and had some length and girth with a little bend to the left. His scrotum hung away from his body with each testicle in clear relief. He was shaved! I thought Judy must love it. Don't get me wrong, I didn't have penis envy and got over his nakedness after a while. But, if I was put together like that I'd be finding ways to strut my stuff, too. I am resigned to make do with what I've got. Nevertheless, I fantasized about what I could do with a package like that. Something my wife and I could enjoy. After lunch we started by reviewing the morning's work product. Then we did another session with me asking questions of them both while Judy snapped away to understand how their actions were motivated by their intent. As, before we critiqued the result and then called it a day. Those first sessions with Judy behind the camera went well. Although I didn't have a problem with Bill being naked I did have a little trouble when Judy called for him to get an erection. For my benefit she refrained from helping him. He was up to the task. Even though he had a nice dick when aroused, it wasn't the first time I'd seen it. It was on display on their web site. But, seeing it in the flesh, bobbing and weaving as he moved around was inspiring. Judy helped keep it that way by talking to him about it as she shot. It made me want to go home and visit my wife, only she wasn't there. She was at work getting away from me. When it was my turn the next morning I took the same shots as Judy but interpreted them with my technical skills and sense of the esthetic. The three of us spent the rest of the day critiquing my shots and comparing and contrasting them to Judy's. I thought I had a better work product on some and Judy on others. She excelled on the erotic. Not surprising because she and I are heterosexual. She was enjoying her work on technical, artistic and sexual levels while mine was limited to the technical and artistic. Bill and Judy agreed with my assessment of the work product. I had passed the first test and it was time to move to the second. I showed up the next morning to find Bill and Judy in the kitchenette. We agreed that we didn't need to do another shoot of Bill to find out of I was good enough. They liked what they had seen. Neither had a problem with me on the set when Bill was naked and, so, it was on to shooting Judy. Did I tell you she was gorgeous? Both kidded me about the new work plan telling me they thought it best if I didn't spend too much time thinking about shooting Judy and that we should just get to it. I got the sense that it was going to be a bit of a hurdle for her to get over, as well. I guess I surprised them by saying I'd like to observe Judy getting ready to understand the decisions she made about her hair, makeup and clothing. Judy went into the dressing room and came out a half-hour later in a robe and slippers. She had taken a shower and partially dried her hair. The next step was the styling and she invited me back to start my initiation. We sat at a small table sipping coffee. Her robe was one of those terry cloth jobs that upscale hotels provide guests. She had it loosely closed and tied off so that when lounging in her chair it bloused open revealing her natural cleavage. Even though we were about to start a photo session that would lay bare all her secrets she was constantly adjusting the robe to minimize her exposure. All the while she was crossing and uncrossing her legs. Try as I might I couldn't not look. Like all women, she knows exactly how much she is revealing at all times and made sure she never let too much show for too long. I think she was treading a fine line between trying to be comfortable in her clothes (robe) and retaining her modesty. All the while this was going on we talked and drank coffee. She started by asking me if I had any preferences. Her hair was long which gave her lots of options. I told her I liked the 40's and 50's Hollywood pinup look style. Actually, I liked all styles but I thought that look would best take advantage of her hair's length and curls. Once decisions about her hair were made those following about her makeup and clothing came easier. She went with an earlier look with red lipstick and thick eyebrows. For clothing she suggested lingerie. I didn't argue. I left the dressing room and joined Bill. I told him what we decided and then we started moving props into place and made initial lighting choices. Judy came out in a dressing gown and put on high-heeled strappy shoes while waiting for us to finish the setup. I've always been amazed how women can put on shoes while maintaining their modesty. Keeping their knees together and turning them aside denies the curious of the treasures that lie beneath. Count me curious. When we were ready she handed me her dressing gown and moved in front of the camera. Things got real tough for me at that point. She wore a lacy bra, a matching garter belt with lacy top stockings, the shoes and nothing else. Just moments ago she had worked hard not to show anything and now she stood with her pussy prominent in the light. It was a classic Vargas pinup look. I told her she wasn't making this any easier for me. She was blushing and said she thought it best not to put off the inevitable. She was lovely. Her skin was lightly tanned without tan lines. She had broad shoulders with deep armholes. She had a nice waist that flared to her hips. Even though she had never borne children her hips were not boyish. The high heels made her long legs look longer. Her thighs barely touched drawing my attention to her pussy. She did not have much pubic hair so many of its details were clearly visible. Her calves, made shapely by the heels, narrowed above the ankles to make her look slender. Her underwear was white, thin and filmy. The bra didn't hide her nipples or areola; it accentuated them. She was perfectly proportioned without any bones sticking out. I'm guessing here but at five foot seven Judy weighed about 125 pounds. Her breasts filled her bra. If anything, it was a half size small because they bulged a little at the top. I asked her about it. She said she was a full figure C (whatever in hell that means) and the bra was sized for a regular C. It worked for me. I didn't know what her true hair color was. In person and on their web site it appeared red. But, you know how women use rinses and coloring to change things around. If her pubic hair was any indication she really was a redhead but on the darker side. Like a lot of redheads, her pubic hair was thin and wispy. Someone once told me that redheads are more naked than others. With her pussy's folds and features clearly visible she was very naked. Her hair was put up and styled the way I liked it. She had pulled out long strands to hang down framing her face and neck. It was not easy maintaining a professional, clinical detachment when confronted with such beauty. She noted my reaction, got off the set and came over to me. She bent down, took my cheeks in her hands and gave me a virginal kiss on the lips. She straightened up, backed away, smiled and said, "Think pure thoughts, Jon and we'll get through this." As she walked back to the set the cheeks of her ass were framed by the garter belt and stocking straps. It was hard not to think impure thoughts. Bill, leaning on a light stand while this was going on, smiled and said, "I know it's hard. She takes your breath away, doesn't she? You should try living with her." We repeated the same sequence as we had the previous days, me observing and then asking questions and then me taking the same shots my way and then comparing them to Bill's. Judy helped by making technical suggestions throughout. It quickly became clear that she was the more accomplished photographer of the two. A few times while striking a pose she would make eye contact with me and smile. Not a seductive smile, those she saved for the camera, but a warm smile that seemed to convey that she was comfortable with what we were doing. I was really into the technical aspects of the shoot until Bill started a series of more erotic shots. He had her caress her breasts and pinch her nipples. My favorite pose was the series where he had her raise her hands to her head and further. It made her breasts more appealing, just begging to be caressed and fondled. Then there was the series that he had her put her pussy on display. It got hot in the studio at that point. She had an erotic mannerism that had I particularly enjoyed, rubbing the inside of her thighs from crotch to knees and then back again as she spread herself open while sitting and laying down. Her labia had to be teased out of her pussy to be seen. As the shoot progressed her juices started flowing, literally, and the moisture at her labia and lower became noticeable. Even standing ten or so feet away I would occasionally smell her essence. It was about then that I could just see the budding of her clitoris as she got more and more intimate with the camera. God, it was getting hot in there. The final series focused on her bottom. As with her thighs, she would smooth her ass as she revealed more and more of herself. I particularly liked it when she was on her side with her back to the camera looking at it over her shoulder. When she held this pose she would sometimes use her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass to reveal her asshole and by spreading further she would open it up. Her languorous, sinuous motions as she transitioned from one pose to another or settled into a pose were as much for her benefit as it was for the work product. It was as if she was savoring the moment and was then that I came to understand that she was an inherently sexual person that enjoyed her sexuality for its own sake. She avoided poses that were more clinical than erotic. At Bill's suggestion she would take a relaxed position in every pose until the picture was taken and then push her abdomen so that her anus puckered. She would hold that until he had taken the shot before moving to the next position. I love women's bottoms and seeing her little asshole transition from a dimple to a pink button and then relax was a treat. There was no way I could go through that without getting aroused. After each of those shots Judy would look over at me to make sure she was having the desired effect. I didn't try to hide the bulge in my pants. She would just smile and move to the next position. Bill, of course, knew what was going on but there was little he could do or say with his own pants bulging out. Then it was my turn. I started with high concept shots using dramatic lighting to catch narrowly focused features. I liked illuminating small body hair (the peach fuzz in every pore) in low angle light on her shoulder, breasts, belly and hips on dark background. I spent a little time on her feet. These studies served several purposes. First, and foremost, they were a way of shooting Judy without sexual overtones or component and served as an icebreaker. Kind of easing into the more intimate. Second, it is a kind of photography that I enjoy but don't have much opportunity to pursue. Third, it introduced Judy and I to posing and directing each other. That out of the way we eased into erotic poses. Judy faithfully responded to my direction without purposely provoking sexual responses from either Bill or myself. The longer we kept at it the more erotic the poses became. Some were staged by me others were free form of her making. Bill occasionally made suggestions, too. Finally, we got to explicit shots that captured Judy caressing herself and masturbating. My tolerance for her caressing herself held up pretty well as long as she had her hands above her waist. Once she and I started emphasizing her pussy and bottom my professional detachment started a descent into pure arousal. There is something very erotic and arousing when a woman exposes herself and becomes sexually explicit at your direction. Maybe it's a mild form of control and domination. Regardless, it got me going. I never abused my role in the shoot and I guess, based on her responses she didn't interpret anything I wanted as such. A possible explanation is that she enjoyed playing a submissive roll. I later found out such was not the case. In fact, her preference was to be the aggressor. I have it on good authority she cooperated that day because of her need to evaluate my performance as both a photographer and director. As before, we liked some of my and some of Bill's shots. I had passed the second test. Now it was on to the third step, pornographic. We started with Bill and Judy solo and then together, partially dressed and worked up to them fully undressed. We were collectively reaching a comfort level with this such that none of us were overly embarrassed until we got to the arousal and explicit stuff. Of course, as they got into it my being on the set became irrelevant. As they got lost in their passions they only thought of themselves and each other. Bill had pretty good staying power and brought Judy along until she started having one orgasm after another at which point he could only hold out for so long. I'd say they were moderately vocal in their sex. As with her bottom shots, it was hard to keep focused on the task at hand when Judy was ooh'ing and ahh'ing, and asking Bill for more. While it was very exciting for me it didn't affect me as much as the solo work. If I could guess it was because in the solo work I was more involved with Judy. When she was working Bill up and getting there herself I was more a voyeur and less a participant. Anyway, that's the way I interpret what happened. When we were done I pointed out that if they worked with other cameramen and models they would have to be able to put their arousal and orgasms on hold while taking direction and holding poses. Maybe they would have to learn to fake it. Of course, that's kind of hard to do when Bill ejaculates. He said it was something they would have to work on. Judy said, "But, I like it when he cums!" So much for professionalism. Then she said, "Maybe that's something you could help us with?" Huh? Again, we agreed that the results benefited from my participation. We progressed to the fourth and last step of my trial, video. This required different equipment and technique making it an open question if I could make a contribution. It turned out I could and after several sessions we had enough to edit the shoots down into something that could be put on their web site. When we were done it was time to put our efforts to the test. We posted some of the photos and video on their web site and waited for a reaction. Bill and Judy took care of that and put an explanation of their 'experiment' with the postings in the member area. Within a day emails started coming in from their subscribers encouraging them to continue in this new direction. Some attempted to identify the shots made by the 'trial' cameraman. They correctly identified most of my stuff. On average it was rated the equal of their shots. In truth, my stuff faired a little better than theirs. Next, they put my shots on the public portion of their web site and included some of it in their guest area and solicited feedback from surfers. New subscription and renewal rates increased. Our comfort level went up as well and we agreed to transition to a more formal arrangement with work hours and compensation. It was about then that I suggested that they trial a professional photographer and compare his product to mine to see if it was worth keeping me on. They agreed and contacted several of the photographers they had met at the conventions and trade shows. They tried out two, a man and woman. I was surprised by the woman but shouldn't have been. Turns out that a lot of the behind the scenes talent and executives are women. Who would have thought? They flew their choices in. After the working interviews they settled on me for the still camera shots of Judy, Judy for still shots of Bill and the woman for video. When I wasn't shooting I was helping as a technician and gaffer. Here I was at sixty-two, learning a new trade. And oh, what a trade! I loved it. Spending my days with a gorgeous woman that I really liked and getting to see a side of a woman usually reserved for husbands and lovers. It was still very much an arms length arrangement though. With the exception of the occasional platonic kiss, hug and squeeze I never came on to Judy let alone touched her. Thankfully, neither did she. Bill was never a problem. I guess he thought he had nothing to worry about with an old man and his thirty-seven year old wife. Judy and I were certainly developing a deepening relationship that comes from friendship, familiarity and shared experiences. Fortunately for all of us, it was not an emotionally bonded relationship. I guess it had to be that way or we couldn't continue and make it work. ( My Debut ( They took me to trade shows and the industry's annual convention that year. Boy, that was fascinating. I got to meet some of the people I had seen on the Internet. Some were very nice and friendly while others were not. I guess it's no different than anything else in life. Some were interested to find out that I was the 'trial' cameraman. It was flattering to find out that I had a small following of my own within the industry. I made a mental note to have business cards made. We had been working together for nine or so months when the inevitable finally happened. We had a professional 'guest' cameraman on the set and her vision of the shoot required an extra in the frame. Well, there wasn't anyone there but us chickens, Bill, Judy and me. Because the cameraman was only there for two days and was staying with Bill and Judy there wasn't time or opportunity to get someone else. Bill and Judy started working on me to get 'on camera.' It was hard to say 'no' to friends and colleagues so, instead of declining out-of-hand, I told them I first wanted to find out what they wanted of me. It could have been worse. I was to act as a jailer, cuffing and manacling Bill and Judy and then forcing them to pleasure each other. I could do that. The cameraman also wanted me to wear a short toga and be naked underneath. The idea was that as I moved around my package and ass would flash the camera. I couldn't do that. The Seduction: Book 01, Jon Before I go any further I need to explain a few things about myself that had a bearing on declining this chance for immortality. As I said, I was sixty-two. I look it. My hair is thinning on top. What remains is silver gray. I stand six foot two and weigh 230+. I don't have an athletic build. If you put all that together and form a mental image of me you would conclude I carried a little bit of a paunch; about twenty pounds worth. In other words, I wasn't ready for prime time. After making this argument I was told that my size and shape were consistent with the character I was to portray. I needed a new argument against wearing the toga; I went with the package. In my younger years I could manage 6+ inches when exceptionally aroused. It didn't happen often. More usually I topped out at 5½ to 6 inches. I was an average guy, or so I told myself. I had a heart attack at fifty-two and was diagnosed as diabetic at the time. I survive to this day because I take a lot of medication. Diabetes works its magic by destroying nerve ends, glands and organs. Between these problems and the medicines' side effects I find my average dick is now less than average and getting an erection difficult. Sustaining it is still another problem. If it weren't for Viagra there wouldn't be one. All of which contributed to a greatly reduced sex life (something some of you readers can look forward to) and a lot of self-consciousness. Perhaps the greatest impediment to me flashing was who I am. I am a product of my generation. Born in early 1945 I am technically too old to be a baby boomer. My generation's attitude toward sex would be considered very old-fashioned today. While I enjoyed nudity with my sex partners I always felt it was a private thing, personal and not to be shared with anyone except them. Now I was being asked to throw away a lifetime of attitudes and conditioning about privacy and share myself with everyone. I tried to explain all this to Bill and Judy. While I thought they understood it wasn't sufficient for them to abandon the time, money and effort invested in this shoot. They told me that if they could get over their concerns and apprehensions of having me in the studio then it was not unreasonable for me to do the same. I was still hesitant. Judy knew that there was nothing more to say at this point and unless something else was brought to bear we would be at an impasse. She suggested we take a break. She came over to me and said we should go up to the main house and relax on the patio with wine and beer. It sounded like a great idea. It defused an awkward and defining moment, and put off the inevitable a little longer. Apparently she had said something to Bill before suggesting the break because he and the cameraman stayed behind to plan the shoot and arrange the lighting. I sat on the patio while Judy got the drinks. The back of their house is south facing. It was a warm day with a light breeze. All of which made her look her usual self as she came sashaying out of the house and joined me. That's to say she was gorgeous. She had her makeup and dressing gown on. That was it, nothing on underneath. It didn't leave much to the imagination but at this point I was familiar enough with her body that I could fill in the blanks. I particularly liked her nipples pushing against the fabric of her dressing gown. They are fat and stick out when aroused. I like them fat. Sticking out, I fantasized was due to me and the moment. She pulled her chair next to mine so that we were facing each other but offset so that her left arm was near mine. It was intimate and we bordered on being within the other's space. She started working on me again using the same arguments as before while sipping on her wine. I hemmed and hawed and countered with my arguments. Then she did something she had never done before. She reached over and put her hand in my crotch and started caressing my cock. As she did she said, "Jon, you, Bill and I knew all along that we would eventually find ourselves at this point. Bill and I have spent a lot of time preparing for it and want to do this. Haven't you done the same? There's nothing about Bill and I you don't know at this point, and I have to believe you've vicariously enjoyed our sexuality and passion as we became more and more familiar. In your mind you're already there. Our mutual frankness and enjoyment in each other's company has gotten us to this point. Getting naked with us is such a small step to take. Let's take it one step at a time. If you agree unbuckle your belt, lower your fly and let's enjoy the moment so that we can take our familiarity and comfort to the next logical level. Where it needs to be." Then she gave my cock a gentle squeeze, me a small kiss and removed her hand. What would you do? I really had no choice. Judy was everything I ever thought was beautiful and desirable in a woman. Plus, I really liked her. She was at this point a good friend and I was vested in her and Bill's success. Of course, she had nailed it saying this was something I had fantasized about and wanted to do. If I were ever to feel comfortable with another woman it was this one and under these circumstances. I leaned over, kissed her and said, "Thank you." I stood up, dropped trou and sat down again. She grabbed me, again, caressed me, played with me and said, "My pleasure." I really felt she meant it in the fullest sense of the word. She took her hand out of my shorts and took my face in her hands. She leaned forward again and gave me a kiss that wasn't platonic but wasn't aggressive, either. Then she put her arms around my neck and hugged me. With her face buried in the hollow of my neck she said, "You're going to do just fine." Women. They can just turn your insides to jelly. Being that close her scent and the lotions she used on her hair and body made my head spin. It was all too much. When she sat up she started caressing me again and said I should go home and take some Viagra. She would wait for me to return so that we could finish what we had started. I agreed. I went. I returned. She took me into the main house to a guest bedroom and we got serious. What we did was a little exploratory foreplay and after a while (the Viagra takes time to work) I had something going. I used that time to good advantage by getting her going as well. Watching her and Bill I had the benefit of knowing what she liked: soft kisses and nibbles, teasing, a probing touch here and there. I laid crosswise on my stomach with her on her back with one arm under her neck holding her far shoulder and the other between her legs so that my shoulder is pressing into her vulva and my hand was on her back. I pulled her close to curve her chest, abdomen and thighs to my head, and licked and kissed her belly. This position allowed me to relax my hold and move up to her breasts or down to her pussy, as needed. She was enjoying my work as much as I was. At some point she untangled herself from my caress and bent down to work on my dick, again. It had finally shown up. She gave me a very sweet oral treatment. Not being particularly large it was easy for her to take me in her mouth. Then the tickling with her tongue and sucking finally got a reaction from me. Another thing you can look forward to while growing old is the amount of ejaculate you can produce. Not much. What I did manage Judy pulled out of me and savored before swallowing. She kept working on me a little while longer before finally leaning back with a warm smile. Now holding my dick she said, "That was nice. But one step at a time, remember? We'll save more of our journey for another time and who knows where we'll go?" We returned to the patio to find Bill and the cameraman with their beers basking in the afternoon sun. We joined their conversation and before long Bill suggested we get back to the shoot. He said we didn't have much time left before we had to wrap. As we approached the building the cameraman turned to me and asked if I was going to put on a toga. It was a very nice way of handling the situation. Bill hadn't said anything to me and was talking to Judy ahead of us. No mention was made of my reluctance to be in the shoot or the time Judy and I spent together. So, there I was running around the set in a short toga with my package bouncing in and out of frame. We finished a few hours later. The cameraman took a copy of the rushes with her. She was going to edit it down and return a finished product to Bill and Judy. They edited it down as well and compared the two versions for the one that eventually made its way to a DVD. After the toga shoot we continued as if nothing had happened. That was fine with me. Though I was becoming more accustomed to the idea of myself on display it was a slow process getting there. ( All Alone ( Sometime later Bill wanted to experiment with Judy and him working separately with a photographer to see if that would evoke a different response from each of them. Because pictures of Bill were intended to appeal to women he was going to bring a woman photographer in for his shoot and a man for shots intended for a male audience. Judy obviously appeals to men and for that audience he thought we should start with me as the photographer. We left open shooting Judy for a female audience. I had already enjoyed some success behind the camera with them and, besides, he felt more comfortable with me alone with Judy than someone else at this point. Before I agreed to anything I wanted to know Judy's feelings about Bill's idea. If we went through with it I had some of my own. An opportunity for us to discuss it never came up that day or the next so I told Judy I'd give her a call to find out what she thought. A couple of days later on the phone I told Judy I wanted to make sure she would be comfortable posing with just me in the studio. She said it wouldn't be a problem because, after all, she knew a little about me already. Squirming, I said, "Okay then, here's an idea I'd like to pursue. You stalk and come on to the camera. And, after you've captured it you pleasure yourself as if you were making love to it. What do you think?" She said, "Well, you know, Bill and I have tried to achieve that in some of our shoots. I guess that you're suggesting it means we didn't quite pull it off. Maybe that's where he's coming from suggesting I work with someone else. You might bring something out of me that he hasn't." Was that her sly humor at work again or was I misinterpreting her intent? Then she said, "I'd like to try something different, too. What would you think about taking a Viagra or two before the shoot and working naked?" That gave me pause. Here I was, happily married longer than Judy was old and placing myself in a situation that almost guaranteed we would end up fucking. As I said before, I'm not stupid. I knew exactly where this was going. Our first, little step the other day made me feel guilty as it was. I dealt with it by telling myself that we hadn't fucked. How would I deal with this? I responded, "Let's start with me fully clothed and we'll see what kind of product we get. If it's not what we're looking for then we can consider other ways to achieve it. One step at a time." "Okay, I'll tell Bill it's a 'Go' and we'll schedule the studio for our shoot. I don't know when it'll be or how long we'll need. What do you think?" "Why don't we give it two days? That way we can critique the first day's effort and make adjustments the following day. We might get a better night's sleep than the one before and get a different result the following day. I'd like to spend some time thinking about this and plan it out with you. Things like props, clothing, and lighting angles. The usual. I don't want this to be solely your or my thing. I'm only interested if it's a collaboration." We agreed to start planning the following day. We wound up with choices that required her and I going shopping for clothes and visiting local flea markets for props. While shopping Judy occasionally pulled me into the dressing room for my opinion on her choices. They look like one thing on the rack and quite another worn. I especially enjoyed myself when she would change with me in the room with her. Usually there wasn't a lot of room to move around and we found ourselves bumping into one another several times. I tried to keep it straight as did she but there were a couple of those knowing smiles between us and the occasional comment generally along the lines of "Okay, Tiger, we need to get through this so let's work together." One time while I was seated she had her back to me while examining herself in the mirror and bent over to pull off her jeans. This caused her ass to present itself very near my face. I reached up, pulled her toward me as she bent over, and because she was wearing a thong I was able to kiss one and then the other cheek. They were cool to the touch. Holding her position bent over she looked back at me and smiled. She stayed that way and pulled her thong off. Encouraged I took one hand from her hip, grabbed a cheek and squeezed. Spreading the cheeks of her ass I was able to find her bottom. Then I licked my other thumb and slipped it in. My fingers were half in her pussy. I kissed a cheek, again and then slowly finger fucked her ass. Actually, I was thumb fucking her ass. With that she stopped what she was doing and very slowly pushed back onto my thumb spreading her thighs to accommodate us and started humping me. Then, "There's no way we can do anything in here, but don't stop just yet." I did as told. After a while she pulled away from me and straightened up. Her juices were really flowing. My hand was coated with her essence. Straightening up and turning, she asked, "What the hell that was all about?" I told her it must have been her pheromones and that I was especially vulnerable to close-quarters provocation. She shook her head and made a comment about me being a 'dirty old man' and a more derisive comment about men in general. Notwithstanding her disgust she put her hands on my head and pulled me into her. Perfumes from her soap and her arousal bathed my mouth and nose. Slowly grinding her pussy on my face I caught her looking at me with a dreamy expression on her face that went beautifully with her smile. Taking a step back she took my fuck hand and making eye contact slowly licked my fingers clean and finished by sucking my thumb. Then she turned around and put her forefinger in her bottom and stroked herself a few times. She took it out and slowly straightened up while turning around. Reaching down she gave me a deep lingering kiss. As she pulled away she slowly put the finger fresh from her ass to my lips. Telling me to, "Enjoy" she pushed it in and had me suck it clean. My head was spinning as she gave me another kiss asking, "Is that what you've been wanting?" There was no need to answer. It was very good sex. We painted some of the furniture props we already had and the stuff we picked up at the flea markets. To help you get an idea of the look we were going for imagine a garden with the requisite furniture, flowers and landscaping. We planned on an outdoor shoot. There was an ideal setting in my backyard that we could dress up. It was also away from our comfort zone in the studio. The day for our shoot arrived. Bill knew our schedule and left town to visit with the vendors he used to duplicate and distribute their DVDs. Judy arrived on my doorstep shortly after my wife left for work carrying a box of makeup, clothing and all the stuff women need to put themselves together. It was more than she could handle in one trip and asked for help with the second. I had already brought the props over and arranged them. Of course, she had ideas about the props and set. We worked through our differences and then she went off to change. She used my spare bedroom and set up shop in the adjoining bathroom. I was concerned that we were starting too late and had already lost most of the morning light. Judy came out with a full-length white cotton dress with a million little buttons down the front. They started at the top of the high collar and went to the floor, a very prim and proper look. Schoolmarmish. Well, not quite. It was sleeveless with large armholes, so large that even with her arms at her side her bra was very visible. When she bent over everything was on display. She even had a cameo broach on a black velvet ribbon for a choker. The white of the dress set off her tanned skin and red hair well. She used more makeup than usual to create a blushing look. The hair was pulled up and back and then tucked in. I don't know what that style is called but it's normally associated with the Victorian era. It was all very subdued until you noticed she wasn't wearing a chemise or petticoats. When back lit her hips and legs were perfectly silhouetted. Just a hint of what was to come. We took a number of shots trying out different poses and lighting combinations. Then she unbuttoned the dress to her hips and we did it all over again taking care to have her leaning forward and hunching her shoulders to reveal her boobs and bra. It was one of those half bras that her breasts lay in leaving her nipples and areola exposed. This sequence of shots was the tease leading to more revealing ones. As we progressed we let more and more of her hair fall from its pinning to create a wispy look, initially, and planned for it to be in total disarray when she became totally nude. We finally got to the point where she was naked to the waist and her dress was barely hanging on at the swell of her hips. She had unbuttoned most of the buttons from the hem up to about mid thigh. When she would lounge on a chair or lay on a blanket there was just a hint of what lay beneath, a little something with a vague outline lurking in the shadows. The shoot was going as well as we could have expected. Both of us were enjoying ourselves and getting into it. It was at about this time that Judy told me that she wanted me undressed and to take the remaining pictures naked. My toga episode a couple of weeks ago not withstanding, I told her one step at a time and took my shirt and pants off. All I had left were those spandex boxer brief things that are very popular right now. Even so, my dick and its head were clearly outlined in relief by the material. I went inside to get her wine and myself a beer. I took a Viagra. We gathered at the patio table and used the opportunity to critique the morning's work. We pulled our chairs up and found the shots file in the laptop. You pretty much have to look at the screen straight on to get all the pictures' definition and contrast so we wound up sitting pretty close. Well, it's hard not to get distracted when a gorgeous half naked woman is rubbing shoulders with you. Fortunately, the Viagra hadn't kicked in or I would have been totally distracted. We had taken quite a few shots. I subscribe to the blind squirrel school of photography. That is, a blind squirrel will occasionally find an acorn. In a photography context, if you plan carefully and take a hell of a lot of shots a few will be worth keeping. I guess the main difference between my work and those of a true professional is that I take more shots than they do to get a handful of keepers. As we were scrolling through the shots our personalities came out in the critique. Occasionally, Judy would throw an arm around me and give me a brief hug. Or, throw her head back and laugh at a particularly outrageous shot. Of course, when she did her breasts would thrust out and heave with her laughter. Other times, when she got excited she'd give me a peck on the cheek when she was particularly happy with a shot always followed with a thank-you for making her look so good comment. In return I would give her a one-arm hug or put my hand on her arm to encourage her to work the camera a particular way. With me it was never spontaneous. I didn't want to do anything to suggest I was coming on to her. I felt guilty about the dressing room episode the other day. I couldn't tell if her behavior and physical familiarity with me was spontaneous. Still, here this mostly naked goddess was shifting around in her chair inches from me and, when leaning toward me, casually rubbed her beautiful breasts on my arm. You could call it innocent but after a while it was happening all too often. Was it the moment, me or the wine? What it was was her show. If something were to happen it would be at her insistence.