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Tit For Tat

By: Sensuous Storyteller



Christy wandered from the sofa to the kitchen to make herself a mug of tea. She was in the mood for something herbal like those bedtime teas that help you sleep. She wasn't sure if she was coming down with some bug or if she was just knocked out by the heat. Whatever it was Christy planned on getting a good night sleep tonight. As she waited for the kettle to come to a boil, she opened the cupboard where she stored her vitamins and a few other items and picked up the bottle of sleeping pills. Squeezing it in the palm of her hand she was undecided if she really wanted to take one.

'What the hell.' She thought to herself. 'It isn't as though I make a habit of it. I'll try it, just tonight.' And down went two pills chased by a cool glass of water.

With the mug of hot chamomile and honey tea in her hand Christy went to her room and walked over to the patio doors without even a glance at her haven of femininity. Her room was decorated in soft hues of pink and cream; pillows of satin, curtains of lace. Each item was hand picked and well thought out before it was purchased. Christy loved decorating this room but right now, she walked through it without a thought. Her patio doors were wide open letting in the cool evening breeze. She had central air but in the evenings she preferred it turned off in deference to natural evening breezes. 

She took a deep breath wanting to capture the fragrances that wafted in on the breeze. Those same breezes wanted to capture her too. The night air pushed the long satin nightgown against her body molding it to her breasts and the V between her thighs. Her lacy cream curtains blew inward as if wanting to hug her the same way as her nightgown. Long straight blond hair was pulled from her pretty face letting the stars and the moon gaze at her delicate features still glistening from perspiration produced from the humid night.

The tepid tea and the pill were taking affect as Christy started to feel drowsy. Taking one last deep breath of the fresh night air, she turned from the windows and climbed into her bed. Enjoying the coolness of the satin pillow beneath her head, Christy sank deep into the clean smooth sheets. The big pink duvet was kicked down to the end of her bed knowing it would make her too hot to sleep. Heavy lids fringed with long black lashes fell quickly as sleep enveloped her in darkness and her full sensuous lips opened slightly to let her little breaths escape.

Deep in sleep, Christy unknowingly tossed and turned. Laying flat on her back for a time but then turning onto her side with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her slippery gown quickly became a tangle around her slim waist. Long tanned legs stretched out and then up, never really able to decide where they wanted to be. Finally, sometime during the night, Christy came to rest on her back with two of her pillows falling to the floor. Smooth pink sheets scrunched in waves at her feet with her slender arms circling her head like a sleeping ballerina.

As the lacy curtains billowed inward, a shadow appeared in the form of a man. Had Christy awakened she would have seen him but in her drug induced sleep she was blissfully unaware but the same could not be said for the shadow. The man standing there was very much aware; aware of the beautiful vision sleeping on pink satin sheets. Wanting a closer look, the shadow stepped in through the patio doors, no longer a shadow but a man. 

"Beautiful", he whispered, "just beautiful." 

The inside of her arms looked as soft as the satin beneath her as they framed her silky hair and sweet delicate features. He pulled his eyes from her reposing face to let it wander downward to see what other tantalizing gifts this sleeping beauty had to offer.

A long graceful neck stretched down to her chest with full milky breasts peeking from above the bodice of her nightgown. Looking closely he could just catch a glimpse of a pink strawberry nipple peeking out of it's confines of satin and lace. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips as his mouth went dry from holding his breath. Forcing his eyes from those luscious mounds his gaze followed a path down to her tummy. Folds of satin rippled at her waist with a hem scarcely covering what he knew would be the greatest treasure of all. One tanned leg was bent at the knee while the other stretched straight down; her painted toes barely concealed by the sheets that were bunched at her feet.

The ghostly shadow that had become a man was the Prince Charming this Sleeping Beauty deserved. He was as darkly complected as she was fair. He was strongly built with a square jaw. Black hair fell on his brow as he lowered his head to look more closely at his fairy tale princess. If Christy had awakened she would have thought this vision of a man had jumped off the cover of a romance novel. But she didn't wake. She didn't feel the look that would surely have burnt her skin from the heat of it had she been conscious.

The prince of her dreams came closer to the bed and his hand reached out to touch her. Long fingers drew a line along her soft calf stopping at her knee to draw imaginary circles before sliding up her even softer thigh, stopping only when he touched the hem of her nightie. He hesitated only a moment before he let the soft material be pushed up and away, as snow on the spoon of a shovel, by his fingers. He stopped only when the material bunched at her flat tummy and well out of his line of vision. Burning dark eyes smoldered at the sight of her completely shaven sex. Without the cover of pubic hair, his eyes could see the plump baby soft folds that made her a woman. 

His fingers twitched with the need to touch her where his eyes had touched her; to feel the softness he knew would be like no other softness. He couldn't wait any longer; his hand reached out as if it had a mind of its own and touched her as softly as the wings of a butterfly. They glided across the soft bone of her pubis before letting them slide down to the folds of her velvet lips. Just as he had imagined her smooth skin was even softer than silk. His fingers unconsciously caressed her swollen lips, back and forth so slowly and lovingly. A moment later he felt a hint of wetness touch his skin. He looked down at his fingers and saw that her womanly honey had begun to flow.

The moonlight turned that honey into a glistening sparkle tantalizing him into wanting to see her jewel. His finger slid up to touch the most precious jewel of all as it was already peeking from its protective hood wanting to shine for him. 

The dark stranger traced his finger along her slippery labia just as a soft sigh whispered in the room. Christy was still asleep but not as deeply as when he had entered it. As his finger followed her moistened slit he could feel it dampen more and more. A musky scent rose from her humid sex and he inhaled the bouquet deeply. His penis tightened in his jeans as the aroma passed from his nostrils to his brain working its magic as it has since the beginning of time. Aware of the power of her fragrance he was ready to experience the power of her taste. A thick finger slid between her moist pouty lips enjoying the silky slippery feel before he raised his digit to his mouth to suck her savoury juices greedily. The taste of her affected his brain as strongly as her scent.

He couldn't believe that she was still asleep while he had never felt more awake in his life. But her state of gentle repose was just as arousing to him as her lovely body. His eyes wandered up to enjoy the sight of her lush breasts. The strap of her nightie had slipped to her shoulder when she unknowingly brought down her arm to rest at her side. Hooking a finger beneath the strap he gently pulled it down baring her breast with the pink tipped morsel waiting to be enjoyed. He cupped the plump underside of her breast and hefted it as if gauging its weight. His thumb lightly skimmed across the taut nipple making it pucker even more. Little bumps appeared on her areola as his thumb teased it.

Bending over his sleeping beauty, his lips captured the hard nub and he was happily surprised when he could feel it swell even more on his tongue. His appetite whetted now, he had to taste the other one. Gently pressing her to lie completely on her back, he tugged the strap lower to bare the twin globe. His mouth covered the beady tip and he sucked lightly and felt it grow just as the other one had grown. Staring down at her beautiful breasts he could see how wonderfully they had engorged.

Not only did he want to crawl into her bed; into her sex; into her life; he wished he could crawl into her dreams. He wanted to know what her dreams were right now as he touched her. Since he knew he could not join her in her dreams he decided to join her in reality.

Placing his big hand on her tummy, his fingers gripped her crumpled nightie and it felt cool but then he placed his hand flat against her belly and he felt her heat inviting him. Braver now, he sat on the edge of her bed and peeked into the core of her body. Glistening wetness painted her lips drawing him closer. Knowing he was arousing her in her sleep made him smile because unbeknownst to her, she was arousing him as well. 

Bending forward on his elbow, he leaned in to inhale her scent. His tongue snaked out and trailed her smooth labia to find her oasis. Every little taste bud on his tongue exploded as his heart skipped a beat. Slowly and deliberately his tongue dipped into each little crevice exploring her completely. His tongue flicked against the peeking jewel watching his saliva as it spun a web tying him to her; trapping him. The pink nub turned white in the moonlight like a beacon showing him the way. His mouth covered her sex and his tongue shot deep inside her letting the honey flow on his tongue, swallowing fast to quickly drink some more. Instinctively, her legs opened wider in her sleep helping him get closer to the prize. Her hips rose from the bed pushing up to the source of her pleasure. His hands gripped her bottom, holding it as it tightened and trembled as she came in his hands; came in her dream.

Quiet whimpers slipped from her mouth as her passion flowed from her body into the mouth and hands of a stranger. His throat constricted from holding back his emotions and his nostrils flared as they captured the scent of her passion. His penis was so hard it ached.

Still asleep but quieter now, Christy raised her arms to halo her head again. Her naked full breasts rose high and proud tantalizing him beyond his control. Standing, the stranger unbuttoned his jeans and slipped from them quickly. No shirt, socks or even shorts were worn in the event his dream might come true.

Naked, he laid down beside his Sleeping Beauty. His aching cock pressed against the soft skin of her thigh. He gently opened her legs wider and he carefully crawled between them. Holding his body weight off of her with is arm, he guided his erection along her lips smothering the tip in her juices. Finding the entrance to heaven, he waited. Beads of sweat popped out on his chest and arms from holding back and slowing entering her rather than just ramming it home. Stroking slowly, he felt her liquid fire burn him. The satiny friction was almost too much to bear and then he felt her hips rise to meet his. He lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Still in slumber, Christy took his tongue inside her mouth unknowingly recognizing the familiar taste.

Sleeping Beauty's inner walls convulsed and gripped his swollen cock so tightly that he could not tell if the pulsation was from her or him. Syrup ran freely from her to pool at the base of his cock and her soft moans pushed him past the point of no return. His moans mingled softly with hers as his seed spurted unceremoniously inside of her.

As his breath returned, his eyes looked up to see a slight smile on his Sleeping Beauty and he couldn't resist placing a small kiss upon her lips but unlike the fairy tale, she did not awaken.

Reluctantly, he slipped his still erect cock from paradise and left her bed. Reaching for his discarded jeans, he slipped them on and buttoned them slowly still looking over at her. With one last longing look at 'Sleeping Beauty', he quietly turned and left the way he came.

Had Christy opened her eyes at that very moment, all she would have seen was the billowing curtains hanging in front of her opened doors, with the full moon casting soft lighting into her room. Moments later, Christy turned to her side lifted her knees as before and placed her hands between her legs to sleep away the rest of the night.

Bright sunlight streamed in the window dancing across Christy's eyes forcing her awake. Dreamily, she stretched in her rumpled bed and brushed the sleep from her eyes. Looking down, she saw that her nightie had been pushed down to bare her breasts, and she blushed as she remembered the wonderful dream she had.

Thinking, "If that is what a sleeping pill does no wonder people become addicted!"

Slipping the straps of her nightie back up to her shoulders, she pushed the crumpled hem down to her ankles. She could feel the wetness between her legs and blushed again at how she must have orgasmed in her sleep.

The doorbell rang allowing Christy no more time to think about it. She slipped on her slippers and grabbed her robe. Walking to the front door, she felt a drip of wetness between her legs. She lifted her nightie and touched herself surprised again at how wet she was. She even brought her wet fingers to her nose and smelled it. Surprised again because she knew she did not smell like that. Her tongue slipped out to taste it, and she knew she did not taste like that either.

The persistent ringing of the doorbell would not allow her any more time to think about it. Grabbing a tissue on the way, she wiped her hand clean. 

Ironically, she slid the chain off and unlocked the door opening it only a little as most people do when answering the door in their pajamas. 

Surprised, Christy saw a dark lean stranger with a square jaw and dark hair falling on his brow standing at the door. A nice smile and bright eyes looked at her in a very familiar way.

'Yes? Can I help you?' She smiled in return.

Mr. Handsome replied, 'Well, yes as a matter of fact, you can. Is it possible for me to use your phone? Mine's not connected yet and the movers were supposed to be here hours ago.'

He could see her hesitance in letting a strange man in her home so he continued.

"By the way, I am Jake Morris and I just bought the house next door, so that makes me your new neighbour. I came last night but the movers weren't due until today but even so, they are late."

Feeling better after the introduction, Christy opened the door and invited him inside.

'Thanks, you're a life savor.' 

After showing him where the phone was, Christy went into the kitchen to make coffee. Turning she saw him standing in the doorway watching her in that funny way again.

Noticing how she was reacting to his look he quickly explained. 'I saw you last night, standing just outside your patio doors.'

'It was so hot last night. I took a sleeping pill and went out to enjoy the evening breeze before it kicked in.'

Concerned, Jake asked, 'Did you end up sleeping ok?' 

'Yes. Actually, I slept very well. Thanks for asking.'

Christy felt she almost knew him from somewhere; he seemed so familiar to her. Jake caught her staring at him. 

'Is anything wrong?' He asked.

Embarrassed for getting caught staring at him, Christy answered, 'I am sorry, it is just you seem so familiar to me. Have we met before?' 

Laughing, he responded, 'Maybe in your dreams, pretty lady.'

Part 2 His Dream (Part 2)

After pulling her little red sports car into the driveway, Christy opened the door and a long leg stretched out with its lovely twin following close behind. Her peach skirt slid up to her thigh as she stepped out and Jake did not miss a single second of it. Going to her trunk without even noticing him, she bent over to retrieve a few grocery bags. Jake was rewarded with a peek at her great ass as he strolled over to stand beside her just in time to grab the bag that almost fell from her grip.

'It seems you too are a life savor, Jake. Thanks.' She smiled up at him.

They walked side by side to the front door where Jake took the other bags from Christy's hands so she could get out her key to open the door. He stepped in behind her and followed her all the way into the kitchen. Jake put the bags on the kitchen table and turned just as Christy slipped off her pumps and the matching peach jacket and placed it on the back of a kitchen chair. As she reached into the bags, Jake couldn't help but notice the lacy teddy she wore beneath her white gauzy blouse. He thought that she looked as wonderful dressed this way as she had in satin nightie. Blood rushed to his cock reminding him of last night. Christy's voice pulled him from his daydream but he didn't hear what she said and he had to ask her to repeat it. 

"I am going to pour myself a glass of wine, would you like one?" she asked a second time.

"Thanks, I'd love one although it has to be just one; I have some errands to run." He answered absently. "I was watching for you," he confessed "to ask a favour." 

Pouring two glasses of wine and handing Jake one of them, she answered, "Sure, what can I do for you?" 

A little spark seemed to shock them both as their fingers touched when he took the glass of wine from her hand. They both grinned as they realized that they each felt the same thing. 

"I was wondering if I left you my house key, could you let the telephone company into my house tomorrow. I have something I must do but I also need my phone." 

"Sure" she answered, "I have some paperwork to do and I had planned to work from home anyway so sure, I can do it." 

"Thanks again" He smile and looked as if he was going to say more but Christy jumped in quickly and said, "I know, I know, I am a lifesaver!" 

They both laughed at their little joke. Jake finished his wine and handed her both the spare key to his house and the empty wine glass.

After a quick goodbye, Christy stood tapping the key against her lips and grinned. Running up the few steps to her bedroom, she absently undid her blouse and tossed it on her bed. Her skirt soon joined the discarded blouse and she stood for a moment in her lacy teddy. Grinning to herself she thought of how Jake was staring at her in the kitchen trying to peek and see her like this. Without wasting any more time, she stripped off the teddy and her stockings and took off to go take a shower. 

"Hmmmm", she moaned as felt the needles of hot water poke at her tired body. Grabbing the bottle of her favourite shampoo, she poured some out generously. She dug her manicured fingers deep in the frothy white bubbles and scrubbed her scalp. She inhaled deeply loving the scent of the almonds from her fragrant shampoo. Rinsing her hair she felt the squeaky clean strands slap her bare shoulders. She scrubbed her body with her big pink loofa ball frothing it up with her favourite body wash. As the hot water turned tepid, she stepped out of the shower and enclosed her clean body in her big terry robe. Taking a big thirsty towel she wrapped her wet hair turban style.

In her bedroom, she glanced through her closet and pulled out a pretty baby blue sundress. She knew the halter style showed her tanned back and that colour blue flattered her eyes. It was perfect. Returning to the bathroom she dropped the robe to slather her skin with moisturizer. Standing naked she pulled off the turban and blew dried her hair. Back to her room, she sat at her makeup table and applied just a hint of mascara to her lashes, a touch of blush to her cheeks and soft glossy pink lipstick to her lips. Standing in front of the mirror she slipped the dress over her head, turning this way and that to see how it looked sans panties. She slipped her pink tipped toes into her sandals and she was ready.


Tit For Tat



Downstairs she made herself a salad as sipped from another glass of wine. Christy wanted the time to pass quickly but it seemed to drag, so she took her salad and wine and ate while immersed in some mystery movie. When it ended, happily of course, she took her dishes into the kitchen and began to clean up. As she was washing up, she looked out the window and saw that Jake had just pulled into his driveway.

Smiling, she grabbed a fresh bottle of wine, locked the side door and trundled across the lawn to her new neighbour's house. Just as he was unlocking his front door, Jake turned to see her standing behind him with a bottle of wine and the sweetest smile.

"I thought we should welcome you to the neighbourhood by having a drink. May I come in?" she smiled.

"Of course." he replied smiling back at her noticing how lovely she looked in blue.

Once inside, Jake took the bottle from her and went to get a couple of glasses. 

"I'm not totally unpacked yet" he apologized as he handed her a mug filled with wine. But just as he was handing it to her, there was a loud crash from the other room. Christy took both glasses from him as he left to go see what made the crashing noise. She couldn't believe her good luck and quickly took a packet with a little powder in it and sprinkled it in one of the mugs, stirring it hastily with her finger. Picking up her own mug again, she carried both into the room where she found Jake.

"It was only a box that fell. I must not have set it completely on the desk, No big deal, lets go back into the living room and enjoy our drink, shall we?"

"Sure" she said and led the way back to the living room. They enjoyed a second mug of wine but when she saw Jake yawn she suggested that she head back to her own place so he could get to bed.

Jake apologized for yawning and said, "I can't believe I am this bushed. It must be this fresh suburban air because it sure isn't the company making me tired.

"No problem, Jake. Moving is tiresome. I understand."

Jake agreed even though he didn't want to send his lovely company away. So, he reluctantly said goodnight. Wanting to make sure she knew he wanted her to stay but was just tired, he said, "We will have to do this again, real soon."

"You bet!" She countered as she walked across the lawn to her own house.

Back in her own kitchen, Christy looked out of her window and watched until all the lights on the first floor of Jake's house went out. Impatiently, she waited just a bit longer until she saw the room that she guessed was his bedroom went dark too. Finally, with Jake's key in hand, she quickly and quietly slipped across the lawn back over to Jake's house.

With only the sound of her blood rushing through her veins and her heart pounding in her chest, Christy unlocked his door. Feeling like a burglar, she crept over and up the stairs to his room. Fortunately both houses were identical so she knew exactly where she was going.

His bedroom door was not completely closed, so she pushed lightly on it praying that it wouldn't squeak as it opened. She slipped inside not quite believing that her heartbeat couldn't be heard. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dark because he didn't have any curtains up at the window yet. His window was opened allowing the soft breeze to come in but more importantly the glow of the full moon. Coming closer, she could see him lying on his back with just a crisp navy sheet covering him from his navel down. One hairy leg was outside the covers as if he were hot. HOT! Well, she thought he was hot alright. 

Looking down at him sound asleep she thought he looked very handsome but vulnerable too. With a mind of its own, her hand reached out to caress away the errant lock of hair that always seemed to fall on his forehead. Pleased, Christy noticed that Jake did not move a muscle. 

As her eyes followed his body to his feet, she noticed his hairy chest with dark curly hair getting denser as her eyes lowered. She couldn't help but see the soft bulge at the bottom of those dense curls; the navy sheet not hiding much at all. 

Christy felt that even with the cool breeze blowing gently in the room, it was very warm. Was it the beautiful summer's eve or was it looking at this gorgeous naked man that made her perspire? Slipping off her sandals, Christy gripped her dress at the hem and tossed it over her head. Just then another breeze blew in and caressed her nipples making them hard as little pebbles. With her own hand, she touched them and they puckered up even more. She slid it softly down her tummy causing little goose bumps to erupt on her skin. Down her hand went to touch herself. She gasped out loud as she slid a finger between her lips, her womanly juices feeling like hot lava and her body feeling like it was about to erupt. She took her fingers to her mouth and tasted herself.

Pulling back the sheet, she saw that Jake was already half erect. Maybe the breeze aroused him as it had aroused her? Kneeling down she slid into the bed next to him wondering what he might be dreaming about. Softly, her fingertips caressed his chest, sliding them through the hair feeling the downy softness as she lowered her hand to his leg. Christy slid her nails lightly up and down the inside of his thigh and giggled when she saw his cock spring to life. Her small hand cupped his pouch gently caressing him. Watching his cock bounce against his belly, her hand reached out to capture it. It was warm and hard and alive.

She kneeled so she could better see it and to allow her breath to blow gently across the swollen head. In the moonlight she could see the luminescent precum as it beaded up in the tiny slit. The tip of her tongue slipped from between her soft lips and tasted it. As she lifted her head the precum stuck to her lips like a spidery string. But she didn't want to play anymore. She wanted to taste him, she needed to taste him so her mouth opened and took his cock into her mouth, completely.

"Hmmmmm", she moaned, or was it him? She didn't care. He tasted so good. Her lips closed tightly around his thick cock head and she sucked hard. Moistening his shaft with her saliva and his precum, she slid down the length of him. Savouring the feel and taste like a gourmand. Her tongue swirled across the sensitive head tasting more and more of him and loving it. Her fingers slipped down to tease his anus for a moment but then up again to gently but firmly cup his balls.

Christy couldn't resist peeking up at his handsome face to be sure he was still sleeping. She remembered and knew how he would be in this drug induced sleep; how he would only be partially aware thinking it more a dream than reality. 

As she pondered his haziness his hips lifted try and thrust a little deeper into her mouth, so she obliged. She felt his pouch tighten and crinkle in her hand and Christy knew he would soon come. Letting his cock slip from her lips and her hand released his pouch, she straddled her naked body over his hips, aligning his hard shaft to her entrance. Very slowly she lowered herself onto him allowing the silkiness of her own juices to guide him home. She moaned softly as he filled her totally. With a few slow strokes up and down to pave the way to heaven, she could feel her own orgasm building. Her inner walls began to pulsate and grip his cock tightly. Her fingers slipped down between her legs to caress the hard little nub aching at her centre. She was going to come; she felt it build in her lower tummy. She knew.

All of a sudden strong hands gripped her hips as his ass lifted off the bed to drive his cock home. Repeatedly, he rammed into her and he watched as her tits bounced a sultry rhythm in the moonlight. Moaning and oblivious to everything, Christy comes and Jake knows he can come now too. Spurting hot loads of semen deep into her sheath he grips her hips tightly, moaning and groaning out loud in sheer ecstasy. 

As their orgasm subsided, Christy collapsed into his waiting arms, resting her head on his broad chest. Her knee rose to rest on his belly and her fingers playfully tangled in the damp hair of his chest.

"Next time you try to slip me something, you should be sure that it is the right dosage for someone my size." He laughingly told her.

Playfully smacking his chest she asked, "How did you know?" 

"I knew because I saw it. You didn't stir it very well and I tasted some of the powder on the side of my mug. I dumped most of it and poured another when you went to use the washroom. You also left the packet in my garbage. You're really not very good at this, are you?" He laughed. 

Laughing now too, Christy explained. "I didn't want to give you too much and hurt you. I just wanted to get even."

"Get even?" He asked.

Hoping to put him back in his place, she said, "Well, Sherlock for your information, I was aware of you in MY bed, last night." 

"I know!" he answered.

Shocked, she sat up and whispered, "How?" 

"Listen honey a man knows when the woman beneath him is aware and you were aware! Not as much as you like to think you were but you were aware! By the way, what kind of game do you think YOU are playing here, young lady?" he continued. 

Giggling, she answered, "tit for tat!"

Tugging her down into his arms, Jake kissed her deeply and felt her breasts crush against his chest. 

Turning on his side he grabbed her breast and said, "Ok, beautiful you give me some more tit and I will give you some more tat!" 

© 2004 Misty's Erotic Stories (revision)

© 1998, Misty's Erotic Stories (original) 



Tit for Tat



She didn’t know what she was looking for. Cecilia had always been a fairly independent sort; who else would attempt hiking alone in the Alaskan Tundra? It was summer now, a little warmer, but how many 21 year-old girls would even try? Of course, it would have been far easier to simply sit back at home, and let others take care of her. And she had plenty of offers.

Her fit, robust body had attracted many potential suitors, she was certainly not fat, rather tall and fit, with broad, fertile thighs capped off by an ample bubble ass that audaciously proclaimed her sensual fertility. She thought back with amusement at how many men had been captivated by her ample posterior; even before she turned around and proudly displayed the bulging payload of her ripe mammaries. Rare and heavy DD-cups! Men approaching her from the front were treated to this vision of voluptuousness as her curly red hair bounced across her freckled, usually bare shoulders.

Cecilia always knew she wanted kids, but she simply couldn’t be satisfied with any man back home. She understood though, how her body kindled fires of lust within most red-blooded males, and she didn’t want to be a tease; she knew her body was simply too good to waste. But who? Who would she allow to impregnate her? No single man seemed satisfactory. So she left, and traveled.

Was she looking for the ideal man on this trip? Maybe…but…no…not that simple. She knew her travels would indeed bring her the answers she sought; over the next hill, in the next town…if she kept going she would find the sexual fulfillment she sought. Yes, some man, somewhere had to have her delicious body; she would know when she saw him. But probably not now, her camping trip was nearly over, and she was returning to the rendezvous point for the single-engine plane to take her back to civilization.

She certainly did not expect to find anything of interest to her in the exploded wreckage of this building. What…what was this…? It was a sealed compound, or at least it was, but some sort of explosion had rocked it earlier, before she arrived, and the dull, gray walls had been opened wide. The faint call of an alarm system echoed from inside the structure, which was low to the ground, with a squat and secretive intent. As though it was designed to both imprison something while slipping beneath scrutiny. The whole thing smelled like a Black-Budget, Black-Ops, Black-Helicopter playground; the type of place that didn’t really exist. And that was before she saw the sign on the fence indicating the facility as the property of the U.S.A.F. and instructing trespassers to keep out. But the walls had been torn through; busted down by the explosion. Not the fence though, the fence most likely had survived the explosion; something vaguely man-sized seemed to have torn through it.

Cecilia suspected that the jack-booted troopers were even now boarding their black-helicopters to secure the area within minutes; so she made a bee-line in the other direction before searching for a campsite. That was when she felt it; a sharp sting! A fiery, needle-like prick right on the cheek of her toned ass! She gasped in shock and whirled around!

There was nothing there.

But…but…she felt it! Still felt it! It was like an injection through her denim jeans. Could some object have been shot from afar to smack her shapely behind? Hmm….she didn’t think so; it didn’t feel like a projectile hit, it was like someone stabbed her in the butt with a syringe! Yet, there was no one; nothing in view except the rocks and wildflowers that bloomed briefly in the Alaskan summer.

She examined herself closely, there was indeed a reddening of her freckled flesh right were she felt the prick. It had been real, so why was there….where did… Cecelia shook her head. She decided to run away from whatever top-secret, nature-bending madness had gone on in this area.

Cecilia thought she was safe by the time she found the small lake, a few miles south. It was dusk now, and the lake seemed like a good spot to set up camp, a good place to bed down for the night, and a good place to examine the strange, warming feeling that had suddenly started creeping into her ample breasts.

She set up her mosquito-net tent first, and then zipped it shut before unbuttoning her bra-less shirt.

“Yikes, as red as they are around my nipples, you’d think I’d been stung on my tits!” The hefty globes were filled with a tightening warmth that was at once exhilarating and unnerving as well. She kneaded her own tender tit-flesh as though…as though…

Wait, was that a zipper? She already zipped up her tent. What! How did it get undone, who opene-

And that was when she was tackled. The mystery of her tent zipper was at once magnified and resolved as the warm, muscular mass slammed into her, throwing her to the ground beneath its heavy weight. Even more amazing was the fact that…that…

She couldn’t see anything!

Sure enough, she was pinned to the ground by a breathing, muscular…something. Something that she could not see! She felt its rubbery, feverishly-hot skin. She heard a strange rasp of irregular breathing. But she could not see what had her pinned to the floor! All she could do was moan in fright beneath an invisible assailant!

Fear mingled with confusion as Cecilia felt her attacker pulling upon, and unzipping her pants! In moments, invisible hands had exposed her long, freckled legs with pink panties. But…were they hands at all? Whatever held her might have been man-sized, but she was not entirely certain about the shape; if these appendages holding her were arms, they seemed to have too many joints to be the arms of a man. And was it possible for her mystery attacker to pin down both her arms while undoing her zipper at the same time if he was human? Could this be some paranormal poltergeist? What happened next convinced Cecilia that her attacker was definitely flesh and blood.

In seconds, her panties were shredded, revealing her shaven womanhood to the assailant. She quailed in frightened shock when she felt a slippery tongue caressing both her jutting nipples. Rhythmic. Wet. Powerful. Yet, there were two tongues! Both breasts received attention at the same time, could there be more than one rapist in her tent? This treatment seemed just enough stimulation for Cecilia’s body to betray her; If the attacker was perceptive, it would have seen the way her cunt began to moisten, in anticipation of the inevitable. Was this the intent from the beginning?

“P-please! D-don’t hurt me!” she moaned. There was no response except that odd, irregular breathing; almost as though his lungs were inhaling and exhaling without coordination, if that was possible. The two tongues continued their assault upon the thick nipples of their victim. Teasing, tugging with surprising dexterity. She cursed herself for enjoying this violation.

And Cecilia’s self-criticism was about to get worse. She felt it. Something hard, something invisible at her lips. Her lower lips. The Thing began to push. Testing, teasing, exploring. Perhaps upon discovering her wetness, it decided to take the plunge. Something that felt very much like a cock burst into her slippery pussy! She yelped with shocked outrage, still pinned beneath what might have been arms. Like an inflating balloon, she was soon filled within completely! It was as though her attacker had calculated the exact dimensions of her glistening snatch, and adjusted itself to provide maximum penetration and pressure without injury. The cock-like structure within her seemed unusually smooth, intensely hot, and perhaps more agile and flexible than a normal man could be.

And that was when the pleasure began. Against her will, her hips bucked, and her inner muscles tightened, reveling in the delicious sensation. No man could have gone on for so long. No man could have remained hard for all that time. The flexible cock-thing jack-hammered the slippery folds of her box as though trying to batter through granite. Soon, it was not only the Thing’s strength that she struggled to resist, but rather the rising tide of her own volcanic pleasure. The waves of lust seared her mind, banishing all thoughts of resistance as she gurgled with sexual ecstasy. 

The Thing was too strong to resist, the pleasure too great to deny, so Cecilia collapsed. She surrendered to the unnatural being that ravished her, savoring the sensual delight as it pumped her most tender flesh with the might of a piston. Just as she surrendered, the Thing came.

Torrents of hot, sticky cum flooded her insides, seeping into every possible opening. Just when she thought that no more could emerge, another sluice of love-juice spurted inside her aroused body. Soon, she had been so filled that she could actually see the semen beginning to overflow her pussy. Whatever it was, its cum was visible, and it appeared to be the same as human semen. 

She was hungry when she awoke. More hungry than she could have imagined possible! In seconds all her trail-mix had been completely, thoroughly devoured. She scarfed down the fruit and granola as though she hadn’t eaten in weeks. Without being able to consider her actions, she immediately fell asleep once more.

Yikes! It must be noon already! She had missed several valuable hours of hiking! Soon the camp was packed up, and Cecilia had to wonder if the entire incident yesterday ever happened. The only evidence was her torn panties and empty trail-mix bags.

No, something was definitely different today, something besides the way her breasts seemed somehow to enlarge themselves. The expanse of freckled flesh contained in her shirt was the size of two cantaloupes! She had never much liked bras, but her need for support was greater than ever before. She seemed to tire faster, she was excruciatingly hungry without her food supply and…well…she felt a little bloated. In the back of her mind, she instinctively knew what had happened to her; but she tried to deny it. It simply wasn’t possible! Yes, her belly had begun to swell slightly, just below the navel, but no, it couldn’t be. Later on in the afternoon, her fears deepened; Cecilia was forced to slow her pace due to the suddenly increasing girth of her belly! It had been growing rapidly, steadily for hours, it looked like she had swallowed a bowling ball. Could…could she be…pregnant?

She slowed down slightly before she saw it. Laying there amidst the wildflowers was the carcass of…a moose. Wow! They stood 8-feet at the shoulder, and this one had been sliced apart into strips of raw meat. What on earth could have slain such a powerful creature so easily? She had heard no gunshots, yet around the carcass were many hoof prints, as though a chase and struggle had occurred. Something in this tundra could bring down a full-grown moose, slice it up with almost surgical precision and leave large slabs of meat just laying here in the open?

Cecilia’s ravenous hunger prevented her from analyzing the situation more completely, she merely set up camp, and roasted the meat, consuming more flesh than she thought possible. Pound after pound of meat went down her throat, more than she had ever eaten at one sitting before.

It was dusk before she noticed the rain. It was raining wasn’t it? Why else would the front of her shirt be so wet? Yet there was not a cloud in the sky. Then why…it was her. She felt the moistening of the fabric as the realization dawned on her. She ripped open her shirt and brought forth the swaying globes of her freckled breasts into the crisp air. The nipples were reddened, and swollen with the first drops of the moisture. Milk! She…she was lactating?! She was tackled just as this realization dawned.

Just as last time, she saw no one, nothing before the great, heavy mass pinned her to the floor of her tent. Mighty limbs (were they arms?) pinned her own to the ground, and something soft brushed across her freckled, engorged mammaries. She had made the mistake of wearing panties again, and they were just as easily disposed of. 

“No! Not again!!”

She felt something at the moistening entrance to her womanhood, but it was not a cock. The warm wetness of the Thing’s tongue caressed the folds of her vagina. Again. Cecilia became flush with pleasurable anticipation. Slurp. She could not possibly resist; the creature had the strength of…well…whatever it was it was far stronger than she had ever hoped to be. Slurp. Felt so good….oh…damn!…

Her breathing accelerated, and she arched her back, as the soft, fleshy object brushed her milking tits again. And at her pussy: Slurp.

“AAAHGH!! Take me! Take me you invisible, Area 51-escapee, Take Me!” She hoped the Thing wasn’t offended, Area 51 was in New Mexico (allegedly). Well, whatever it was the government had allowed to escape, she was suddenly having second thoughts about getting it recaptured. Was the being an alien? Was it some genetically manipulated mutant? Or something even more complicated? Well, whatever its origin, Cecilia decided that she should no longer call it an ‘it’. She wasn’t certain of the Thing’s overall shape, but her lover was definitely, absolutely male.

Words failed her as that massive, paranormal cock slipped inside her again. It enlarged, swelling to fill her to overflowing. She had her first orgasm even before the thrusting began. The cock was larger even that yesterday! Perhaps the Thing was stretching her to make her box receptive to his entire length! The meat monster filling her had to be as wide as a beer can! And there was no telling what length He was capable of! Something else soft and warm caressed the firm swell of her tightening belly, and then she knew, it was a wonder why she hadn’t figured it out before.

That slaughtered moose, obviously the Thing had chosen Cecelia for his mate, and he was hunting food for her! Meat to feed her and the offspring she was carrying inside her. He was a male with great strength, inhuman strength, yet was also capable of tenderness.

“Could you…could you suck on my nipples? I need…I need to express my milk, the pressure is uncomfortable.” Speaking through the orgasms might have been a futile gesture, especially since she wasn’t certain her lover understood English. Almost instantly, a mouth attached to her right breast, and the cantaloupe sized-gland eagerly released its creamy burden. Something that might have been a hand began gently squeezing her right tit. But if it was a hand, it did not seem to have fingers. Still, it was enough to coax out the white dribble of breast milk from Cecilia’s bloated mammary. Soon, her lover switched, it relieved the pressure, but did not drain her completely.

The explosion was larger than before. In seconds, the deluge of sperm had filled her depths completely, and a spurt of semen erupted from her to spatter on the tent canvas. The Thing withdrew, but she could see his white semen dripping from some invisible member. It ejaculated again upon her breasts, allowing some droplets onto her freckled face. Then, she felt a firm grasp as something like a hand turned her over on her side. The dripping cock-thing rubbed the semen in the small of her back, and then seemed to finish by smearing jism on her butt, rubbing it up and down the crack of her ass.

She sensed that she had been Marked. The inhuman Thing had labeled her as his mate, she could almost feel its possessiveness. She shuddered, realizing she had found what she had come here to find.

“My face! My face! Cum on my face, Mark your territory! Mark me!” She was totally caught up in the moment, hormones burned in her blood as her body heaved with passion. Sure enough, the nearly flaccid member soon brushed her cheek, yet still it dribbled a few more drops of sperm. Reacting quickly, Cecilia stole a lick. Her tongue felt something velvety soft, and pulled it into her mouth. The Thing seemed to allow her to suck him off for a moment. She would give him another reason to return! Furiously, she caressed his cock, until finally the Man-creature withdrew. She felt a cooling breeze and knew that her mate had left for the evening. As the cum cooled against her freckled skin, Cecelia knew she had been marked; she would never resist him again.

Her growth was amazing; in the minutes that passed while she reclined inside her tent, she could both feel and see her belly growing heavy with the offspring of her creature-lover. She gingerly brushed her fingers over the tightening dome of her newly pregnant form, she could feel them moving, churning, inside her. They were many. They did not seem to be kicking the way normal, human infants would kick, but that didn’t matter. Cecilia knew that she was not in her right mind, she could almost sense the hormones bombarding her brain with maternal instinct. She embraced the entire experience. 

Within minutes, Her belly seemed to grow from pumpkin to beach-ball size. Her breasts continued to swell, tissue seemed to be increasing even as she became even more bloated with milk. There was no stopping them now, her glands oozed milk from her darkening nipples for hours on end. The taste was delightful, nutty and sweet. There could be no doubt that this was what Cecilia was built for, a transformation into an over-pregnant, lactating, human cow. And she had no fear, she barely cared what the future held, for she knew her mate would protect and feed her.

Still, accepting as she was, she rather wished her breasts weren’t so large. The basketball-sized bazookas jiggling on her nude chest would make the hike impossible! Even if she could manage to move her belly. And there was a tingling. What….hey…wh-her breasts! They were shrinking! Retracting in girth right before her eyes! How? Could it…could it be…because she was thinking about it? She stopped her breasts at DD’s. Then wondered.

Yes, her skin, the freckles began to dissolve and vanish! Just by her thinking about it! She stretched her legs, and could feel her bones lengthening! Just by her wishing it! She brought a strand of red hair in front of her face, and with concentration, watched it turn platinum-bleached blond…and turn back again. The Thing had somehow given her conscious control over her own body! It was a beautiful symbiosis; she carried the creature’s offspring, and in return gained an amazing ability beyond the scope of the human experience. But she liked her normal appearance, and restored her freckles, but decided to be an inch or two taller. Well, maybe a DD-cup was a little small for her…

She was ready. By Noon that next day, Cecelia fell to the ground and removed her pants, not too difficult since they couldn’t fit anyway. She succeeded right before her water broke. On hands and knees, she grunted with exhilaration as the creatures slithered out of her cunt. It was a painful pleasure that made her feel more alive than ever! They were each smaller than human infants, with a more cylindrical shape. She couldn’t tell that much about them; like their father the offspring were invisible. She could hear them scampering away seconds after escaping her womb. They must have been the sort of creatures that did not need motherly attention; like lizards or insects maybe.

“8, 9…*grunt-UUUNNGGHH!!* t-t-twelve!” Cecilia had just given birth to twelve alien spawn, and felt great. Her offspring skittered away invisibly, off to live wild and free. And perhaps someday to impregnate human women? She had become the breeding bitch to some paranormal monstrosity, and was more that ready to do it again. But for now, with her belly deflated, she started to dress again and was about to continue her hike. Her energy was amazing; she just dropped a dozen offspring was about to continue when she felt it.

There was a slight tugging on her left breast. Instinctively she knew. It was one of her infants, seeking out nourishment from its mother; it seemed they were more human than she suspected. She rolled over on her side, the way a mother cat might, to allow her brood to nurse. And indeed, she felt tiny mouths attaching to both tits, and her great store of breast milk fed the spawn. 




Tit for Tat



But…she felt struggling…She had a dozen children, and only two tits! Instinctively, her body provided the answer before her conscious mind made the decision. The nipples appeared almost instantly, areoles expanding, stretching as the glands transformed into new pairs of mammaries. Soon, with hardly a thought from her, six EE-cup breasts ballooned with milk. Cecilia cried out with glee as every nipple was quickly suckled. She had never felt so impossibly female in all her life.

Later that afternoon, she found a neatly butchered caribou nearby a small copse of trees with a cozy look. Her mate had picked a suitable campsite. And she was extremely hungry. Mechanically, she built a fire and roasted pound after pound of neatly-sliced caribou meat, tearing into it with the hunger of a lioness. She wasn’t sure how many pounds she ate, but she knew it would nourish yet another litter.

Soon enough, it was dusk. Her heart pounded with excitement as she dragged out her sleeping bag and stripped. She grew back her four extra breasts, all EE-cups, and arched her back, tempting the Thing with her ultra-feminine body. She thrust her breasts into the air, nipples hardening, before she noticed it. There…yes…maybe 20 feet away was a faint ripple in the air, like…heat waves…or maybe…something invisible moving rapidly?

Laughing with glee, Cecilia turned around, got on her knees, and bared her naked ass to her mate. She pulled apart her cheeks to expose the opening into her secret place to the Thing as she prepared for the animal rut. She was not to be disappointed. 

The Thing’s cock was larger still today, and she felt the pressure against her internal organs, amazed that she could take that thrusting length. Since it no longer needed to restrain her, something like hands grasped her ample thighs, and easily lifted her in the air. The Thing was in a sitting position, and hoisted Cecilia’s entire body onto his cock, grinding her against his throbbing member. That strange, irregular breathing became more excited. Unusual, soft appendages caressed her breasts.

“Y-you…don’t have to…hide yourself…you…you can trust me…” she moaned. In response, the Thing tenderly licked her face twice, but remained invisible. And then…something…something else…she felt another gentle brush on her ass. Something warm and hard has trying to squeeze inside. He…he wanted her ass! The creature went slower this time, tenderly working his mysterious appendage into her. Was it possible, did her lover have 2 cocks? Whatever it was, it easily and softly worked its way inside both her holes before swelling, and stretching her beyond her capacity.

“N-N-NAAAHHH!! GIVE IT TOO ME!!!”

As she orgasmed, all six of her mammoth tits erupted forth with spurting streams of fresh milk. The creamy droplets wetted the tent and sleeping bag with sweet lactation. And from her throat erupted a passionate howl that seemed almost as inhuman as the double-dicked enigma that had marked Cecilia as its mate.

The pilot of the small plane was glad to see Cecilia again. His plane was gassed up and ready for the flight back to civilization. Well, it looked like she had found whatever it was she was looking for; the girl was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Was she givin’ him the eye? Her gaze seemed to linger too long on his crotch. Must be his imagination. One thing that he wasn’t imagining was her belly. That girl had to be pregnant! At least 3 months along!

  The End?



Tit for Tat



After 15 years of marriage, Ellen seemed to believe she was the straw that stirred the drink. We both worked, and I made slightly more money than she, but gradually she had begun to feel she owned the controlling interest in our marriage. I suppose we call that controlling interest 'pussy'.

I don't know exactly when it started, but Ellen used sex to achieve her personal agendas when dealing with me, and our marriage. I began to sense she held me in slight contempt in many ways. It was not any single thing, but I knew it was not my imagination. I was getting vibes from her and I realized I should take steps to rectify these inequities or they would continue to worsen.

Like many men, I was secure in my work and my marriage and had never felt the need to assert myself too much. If Ellen was happy thinking she was the driving force in our partnership called marriage, I saw no real advantage in resisting it too strongly. A happy wife is always the key to a man's contentment.

At 36, Ellen is an attractive, athletic woman. Her tanned, long, muscular legs were her most obvious assets. Her breasts were full with small round nipples that would harden like pebbles at the slightest touch. All in all, Ellen was a very lovely, desirable woman.

At 6 foot, I was four inches taller than my wife. My weight remained around two hundred pounds and I was a regular at the gym. I enjoyed the attention of women. They liked my easy way and quick smile. I prided myself on being able to, with a concentrated effort, schmooze any woman. Still, I was a faithful, loyal husband. It is just that there is no reason for false modesty.

I wonder now if Ellen mistook my fidelity for weakness. It was just that we had taken an oath those many years ago and I never felt there was any justification to break it. If I wanted sex outside marriage, I would first terminate the marriage. To me, there was nothing worse than a spouse sneaking around on their mate. If you cannot trust your partner, you have the wrong partner. If they cannot trust you, then you should not have a partner. You need to be alone. Marriage is a partnership, and it can only succeed when partners pull together for common goals. Each person must be willing to place their desires second to their spouses. At least this was the way I had approached, and functioned in, my marriage.

We attended an Independence Day party at our neighbors. There were around 30 people there and the drinks were flowing. It was a hot day and the neighbors had a beautiful pool, so most people were in swimsuits by mid-afternoon. Ellen wore a somewhat modest two-piece suit that looked sexier than some of the string bikinis some of the women wore. It was the bright orange color, her tan, and her wonderful figure that made it look so sexy. I noticed men watching her all afternoon, and felt quite proud of her.

For my part, I was chatting with the many wives, mothers and daughters, that were in attendance. I was careful to not be with any particular lady too long. I made an effort to spend time with as many as I could. I am in sales and networking is done everywhere, all the time. A good word here, or a recommendation there, can make a huge difference and no one knew it better than I. I made the ladies like me, without making their husbands dislike me. It was a fine line, but I had mastered it over the years.

Ellen understood this well and never seemed threatened by my attention to women. One thing was obvious to Ellen. I was nice to all women and never showed a preference for any one woman. I spread myself around. She had zero reason to worry about me and I like to think she felt some pride in my popularity with her gender. No one wants a spouse that others do not find attractive, or desirable.

As the afternoon wore on, I noticed that a fellow from the next block was staying close to Ellen. He was getting drinks for her and monopolizing her attention any way he could. I personally felt this was unwise at a public function. It sends the wrong message to those you are ignoring, as well as to the one to whom you give your time. 

I am an old hand at noticing things without being obvious about it. I am sure no one realized I was annoyed with Ellen for allowing the guy to dominate her day. He was about my height and weighed a bit more, but it was in his stomach. Why can't soft men with big guts see it? They always strut around like gorillas with their waistband low (They still have a 32-inch waist, unless they pull their pants up where they belong!) and their arms hang away from their bodies. They seem to believe the large assortment of muscles under their arms forces them outward. Can't they see the fat?

I didn't know the guy's name, but I guessed it to be Frank, Tony, or maybe Dominic. This 'Frank' guy would touch Ellen's arm or back as he spoke to her. There are 'touchy-feely' types, but I personally believe that when a man does it, he is trying to sneak a feel. Maybe I am a natural skeptic, or too cynical. I only know what motivates me to touch and feel.

After watching this crap for an hour or so, and not seeing Ellen make any effort to get away from the guy, I worked my way over to where Ellen sat by the pool. The guy was in a chair next to her and held his hand on her shoulder as he was telling her some story.

Ellen looked up at me and smiled. "Dave! I saw you entertaining some ladies by the deck. Looks like you are having a good time," she concluded. "Have you ever met Tony?" she asked.

I had to smile to myself at the introduction. So it was Tony? These jerks are never named Milton, or Dudley.

I extended my hand and smiled. "Hello, Tony. Glad to meet you!"

Tony stood and took my hand. He squeezed it pretty hard. I made a mental note that he was trying to assert himself as the alpha male. I made another mental note to kick his ass if the need ever arose. He hadn't even spoken a word to me yet and I already knew he was an asshole.

"Hello, Dave," he answered. "I was just chatting with your lovely wife. She really looks hot in that suit! I had to tell her how good she looks. You are a lucky man."

"Well, I sure feel better now, Tony," I sniped. "Without your approval of Ellen's 'hot' body, I don't think I could have finished the day."

What sort of prick tells a man he just meets that his wife is hot? Ellen looked great, but there are gentlemanly ways to express it. Ellen picked up my sarcasm immediately and gave me 'the look'. I reached down and took her hand and helped her to her feet. She didn't really want to get up, but she had no choice. I had made my mind up that she was going to mingle, at my side, for the rest of the party.

"See you around, Tony," I called as I led Ellen away.

"What was that all about, Dave? You were barely civil to Tony," she stated. "We were just chatting."

"Ellen, that prick wants to get in your pants, and he doesn't care who knows it," I replied. "I have seen guys like that my whole life. He is a shit, so stay away from him."

I could have been more subtle and worked at my phrasing, but I was annoyed and didn't have the patience to try.

"You are jealous?" asked Ellen. "Mr. Suck-Up-To-Every-Woman is jealous? You have a lot of nerve, don't you?"

"I do not want to get in their pants. That is the difference," I growled. "Tony is a snake. Stay away from him!"

"You don't tell me who I can speak with and who I can't," Ellen huffed. "I am a big girl and can take care of myself, thank you!"

"I don't want to have to tell you again, Ellen. Just stay away from that fat stud," I responded. 

By this time we were near the bar and several other guests. Ellen was not able to graciously tell me to fuck-off. I spent the rest of the party with Ellen at my side. As time went on she lost her anger and actually seemed to enjoy my attention.

"I like you a little jealous, Dave," she told me. "It seems to keep you closer and more attentive to me."

"Ellen, I did not realize I was not as attentive as I should be, but I can change that. I seem to have the finest, sexiest lady here," I finished.

She smiled and squeezed my hand. That was the right thing to say, I realized, and it was the truth. We enjoyed the rest of the party and had some great sex that evening. The flirting, drinking, and I suppose, the 'jealousy', fired us up and it was great. I really felt I was not jealous. I was concerned that Ellen had no idea what she was toying with. I had seen pricks like Tony a hundred times. They don't make very effective enemies, but they can kill you if you think they are your friends!

We always have a party in late July and spend a lot of time and effort preparing for it. Our pool isn't the biggest, but it is neat and the good food and drinks prevent any complaints.

I was circulating with my neighbors and friends, being the perfect host. Ellen was doing the same and things were going great. She was wearing a small bikini and her globes were fantastic. It was a hot day and no one wore very much. We always invite mostly the same people every year. I throw the party for a good time. Things go so much better when you enjoy the folks you are partying with.

About 3 o'clock I saw Tony talking to Ellen and almost shit! How the hell had he found the nerve to crash our party? I just kept playing the good host and waited to catch Ellen alone. About half an hour later she went to the kitchen for more food and I quickly followed.

"How is it that Tony, the Asshole, is here?" I questioned. " I sure as hell didn't invite him. Do you have any ideas?"

"There is no reason to go postal, Dave. I ran into Tony at the store last week and invited him. Do we have to approve each other's invitation list?" Ellen asked. The sarcasm dripped to the floor.

"It would seem that we do, Goddamn it!" I answered. "We will hash this out tonight, but you can be sure you have fucked my day up."

I didn't wait for her response as I turned and headed for the bathroom. Few people would guess I have a bad temper because I have learned to take measures to control it. When I feel really angry, I try to get to a quiet place and talk myself into calming down. It usually works. I spent about 5 minutes working on my control, but I knew it was going to be close. It would require a lot of effort to conceal my annoyance the rest of the day.

Whenever I saw Ellen, she would glare at me but seldom spoke. She did not watch "Kung-Fu" as a child. (As a grasshopper, he had learned control. I struggled to be like him.) When she is unhappy, she lets it out. Tony was never far from her side and that was a huge thorn in my side as I smiled and joked with our guests. I wanted to slap that miserable prick so bad I could almost taste it. 

The guests began to leave as dusk fell and those left moved inside to continue the party. Naturally, Tony was one of those that stayed. There were four other couples still at our place and I liked them all. Tony was the sore thumb and he really stuck out!

Tom and Janice were my favorite neighbors. They were just two doors down and we did a lot of things as couples. Tom was an easy-going guy and Janice was sharp as a tack with a great sense of humor and was totally devoted to Tom. Brad was a good friend from work and his wife, Sue, was an attractive woman. She was quiet but came up with some really good observations. 

Pete and Dottie were friends since high school and we thought the world of them. Pete was small for a man and Dottie was tall and full figured. She must have outweighed him by 30 pounds, but she loved the little guy. I remember once when a man made some unkind remark about Pete when we were all out one night. We had to physically stop her from ripping into the guy! We all made a mental note to never say anything bad about Pete! It became an ongoing joke.

Al and Doris were both teachers at the local high school and were intelligent and fun. Al was as big as Doris was small, but he never gave her any lip. They both seemed quite content with Doris in the driver's seat.

That was the group that was left. It would have been perfect, except for Tony, the Asshole. He was still hanging around telling loud stories centered on his many experiences. How can one person be so well versed on every subject in the world? No matter what the subject, he was well versed in that area. From history to chickens, he knew it all, and was more than happy to share his vast store of knowledge.

Pete asked if I had any more beer. Panic struck me at that point. I could not have run out of beer! What kind of host am I? 

"I will go get some right now. It will only take a few minutes, Pete," I responded. We all knew the nearest place was a 15-minute drive away. Pete tried to protest, but I would have none of it. I knew the duty of the host.

"I will drive you, Dave," volunteered Janice. "I have not had anything to drink for a few hours and you don't want a DUI on your record."

I handed her the keys and we left. As we pulled out of the driveway, Janice turned and began giving me a tongue-lashing!

"Why do you have that prick, Tony, here?" she demanded. "He is following Ellen around like a stallion after a mare! I don't know how you could leave Ellen there with him!"

I was taken by surprise at Janice's passion. She was serious and quite upset.

"I didn't invite the fuck! We have already had words and Ellen is pissed at me for it," I countered. "When this party is over, we will hammer it out."

Janice pulled into her driveway and parked.

"We have a case of cold beer in the spare refrigerator. We will get that and you can replace it tomorrow," she reasoned. "You don't want to leave that bastard with Ellen for any length of time."

I carried the beer to the car. We were headed back in less than 5 minutes from when we left. I carried it in and put the bottles on ice. Then I handed one to Pete.

"That was quick! How fast does Janice drive?" he joked. 

The others laughed and I noticed Ellen and Tony were not in sight. I excused myself and began to look for Ellen. She was nowhere downstairs, so I went up to the bedroom area of our home. I heard voices from our bedroom and quietly opened the door a very slight way.

Ellen's top was on the floor and Tony was squeezing her bare tits like his life depended on it. Ellen seemed flustered, and not very pleased.

"Tony, what are you doing? That hurts," she cried. "I promised a peek, not a mauling. Now stop!" 

Tony was still in his swim trunks. He laughed as he released one of Ellen's tits and pulled his trunks down to his knees with his free hand.

"Give me a quick blowjob, then. You have been teasing me all day and I am ready to explode," he growled as he put his hand back on Ellen and started pushing her to her knees. "Suck my big cock. You know you want to."

"It really isn't all that big and I will not suck it!" Ellen growled back. "Now get the hell out of here and leave me the fuck alone!"

It happened so fast, that I was caught completely by surprise. Tony backhanded Ellen hard. He struck her in the face and she reeled back, stunned. That was all I needed to see. 

I pushed the door open all the way and grabbed a handful of Tony's well coiffed locks and the trunks that were still around his knees. I spun him around and aimed him for the doorway. I would like to be able to say that I threw him down the stairs, but I didn't. He landed at the very top and went ass over heels down to the bottom. It looked like his head hit every step and he landed with his ass in the air and his head face down on the carpet at the bottom.

Eight people stared in disbelief as Tony moaned on the floor. I rushed down the stairs, still in a rage. I already mentioned that Janice was sharp, and she proved it. I was on Tony in a flash and had his hair and trunks in my hands again. As I yanked him off the floor, Janice was opening the outside door and standing clear! This time he never touched the three steps on our front stoop. He landed on his face and big belly about six feet from the door. The incredible thing was he seemed to bounce when he hit. As he bounced, he got his feet under himself and took off down the walk. I have no idea how he was able to even breathe, but he was gone in a matter of seconds. He pulled his trunks up as he ran.

I went back inside and everyone was standing open-mouthed. I stalked back up the stairs. Ellen was recovering from Tony's blow and there was blood on her lip. Her right eye was already starting to discolor. Tony really cracked her good, and he had a big hand.

I grabbed her hand and led her downstairs with her tits jiggling as we descended. I moved fast and she was still groggy, so it wasn't until we reached the bottom that she realized she was wearing only her bikini bottoms.

"Dave! Wait! I don't have my top on! I need to cover up, please!" she cried.

I pulled her face close to mine and snarled, "Is Tony better than our friends? Are you telling me that only Tony gets to see your tits? Are you saying you would rather have Tony see your tits than the people in this room?"

Ellen appeared frightened as she looked into my face. I was ready to toss her after Tony if I didn't like her response.

"No, Dave. I much prefer everyone here to that bastard. What do you want me to do?' she asked. "I will do what you want."

Somehow she knew she had come very close to getting tossed. I felt my anger begin to subside, but I was still hot.

"I want you to tell our friends what just occurred and how you have come to have blood on your lip and the makings of a black eye. I want you to do it here, and now. I want you to do it with your tits showing. Not do it!" I demanded.

"I will get some ice for her eye," Janice volunteered. "I will be listening though, so go ahead." With that she hurried to the kitchen.

I have to give Ellen credit. She had just been through a bad experience and she could see I was livid. She composed herself as well as she could and began her story.

"Everyone knows I was flirting with Tony today, but only to get even with Dave," Ellen began. "He demanded I stay away from Tony. I thought it was because he was jealous, so I invited Tony here today. It was to make Dave jealous and horny."

"Tony was very pushy and he kept after me to give him a little feel. Thanks, Janice," Ellen said as she accepted a cloth with ice in it from Janice. "I finally agreed because I felt guilty about inviting him. I should have known he would think it was because I had the hots for him, the stupid fuck."

"We went up stairs and he pulled my top off rather than just sneak a feel. I was shocked but didn't want to act afraid so I let him feel me for a few seconds. He was very rough and it was the worst experience of my life," Ellen sobbed. "I told him to stop and he laughed and dropped his trunks and insisted I give him a blowjob!"

There were several gasps as Ellen revealed that demand. I had never seen Tom get angry before, but he was now as he muttered, "That son of a bitch! If I had known that, I would have helped Dave fling him out! Not that Dave needed my help." 

"I refused and told him to leave, and he... he hit me in the face," cried Ellen. "He almost knocked me out. I was dazed and fell back. I looked up and I saw Dave grab him. I thought Dave was going to kill him. I have never seen Dave so angry! I was afraid I had caused a death!"

"It was pretty damn close to one," chuckled Janice. "If I had not seen it I never would have believed Dave could throw that shit so far, and I knew Dave could throw shit!" 

Sue, who had been listening quietly asked, "It may not be my place to ask, but what are you going to do with Ellen, Dave? I have to know she will be ok. You were very angry, and we all agree you had every right to be. I was thrilled to see that jerk bounce down the stairs, but I think the world of Ellen and don't want her punished too much for one mistake."




Tit for Tat



By this time I had regained my composure and realized how lucky I was that Tony didn't get a broken neck or something. I could be spending the next ten years in jail! That was why I had always tried to control my temper.

Ellen seemed more interested in my response than anyone else. She looked at me and then down at the floor as I framed my answer.

"I apologize to all of you for that display of temper. I try to keep it in check, but it boiled over today. To answer Sue's question, I have never loved anyone but Ellen and I love her more than ever. I would never hurt her in any way. That said, I came very close to tossing her out with Tony. If she had refused me anything or defended that fuck in any way, she would not be here now."

I continued, "Ellen is my wife and I expect certain things from her. I expect loyalty and even obedience at times. That may sound sexist, but it will have to be that way from now on. If she accepts my terms, we will be together till we die."

Ellen sobbed and threw her arms around me. I could feel her wonderful tits through my shirt and I loved it. I kissed her hard and then I held her away from me.

"I want you to get another round of drinks for our friends, then you can cover back up. It looks like the guys are beginning to enjoy this," I laughed.

Ellen turned crimson, remembering she was still exposed to everyone. 

"If my husband wants me to serve you like this, I will gladly do it, but you had better enjoy it. Unless he has me do it again, none of you will ever see these babies again!" she chuckled.

"We will certainly be talking about this party for a long time," laughed Janice. "My favorite part was Tony bouncing down the stairs with his pecker flopping around. I knew where he was headed next. If I hadn't opened the door I think Dave would have put him through it! I suspect the favorite part for the men will be the drinks that Ellen is about to serve to them!"

Ellen was in the kitchen for a couple minutes and returned with a tray of drinks and she looked great! I heard Brad gulp as she handed him a beer. Ellen carefully presented each person with a beverage of choice, then reached into the closet and pulled out a sweatshirt and slid into it.

Then Pete, whose wife once threatened a man that had insulted his name, proposed a toast. "May every person here have learned not to betray their spouse's trust, and may everyone here have learned how to handle the situation if it arises!"

I think everyone was surprised when Pete's wife, Dottie, beamed at this proclamation. We all raised our drinks as one. 



Tit for Tat



My sister Sarah has been a hottie since she was seventeen. Even thought she's a little on the short side, 5 foot 2, she's always had really big tits. I don't actually know her measurements; but if I'd have to guess I'd say she was a 40 F, which means they're the size of a child's head, or a youth basketball. I got my first look at them on her weeding night. She and her husband were so drunk, my wife and I took them to our hotel room, stripped them and put them to bed. We had to take her wedding dress off, and those puppies just plopped right out. They sagged, but only because of the weight. I didn't get the best look at them, my wife and her husband were right there, but I did get to see them. 

Anyway, a few years later they moved into a house just a few blocks away. We started having cookouts every other weekend; so big sis and little sis could stay close, even though my wife was eight years older than her. Being that it was always hot, she would always wear skimpy tops that barely contained her and her friends. We always flirted with each other, I think because she had a crush on me when I first started dating Cary, my wife. One afternoon, while I was home alone, the phone rang. It was Sarah and she was sobbing. I could make out bits and pieces between her cries about her washer, water, and flooding. I told her I'd be right over. I grabbed my toolbox, threw it in my truck and headed to her house. As I walked into the house I could hear water running, and her sobbing in the basement. I rushed downstairs to find water shooting out of the spigot behind the washer and her crying on the stairs. I shut off the water and went to her. I held her in my arms, telling her it was okay, everything was going to be fine and that I could fix it. After a trip to the hardware store and 30 dumps of the wet/dry vac, I had most of it cleaned up. I came upstairs and she was sitting at the kitchen table with a half empty bottle of wine.

"Sarah," I said as I moved closer to her, "are you okay?"

She began to whimper again, "Yeah, I guess. I'm sorry I called you all freaked out, that just threw me over the edge."

"Over the edge," I asked.

"Bill and I have been having a lot of problems lately," she started, "money, marriage, sex, you name it, we've got it going on."

"Uh," dumbfounded I replied, "do you really want to talk to me about this?"

"No, but I've got nowhere else to turn," she sobbed.

She lurked into my arms and began sobbing again. I took her into the living room her head at my chest and sat her on the couch. As we sat her head moved closer to my face, I tried to look down at the same time she looked up and our lips met. We kissed a very innocent kiss, but then she grabbed my head and started giving me deep, tongue wrestling kisses. I was confused, but I didn't mind it. I kissed back, leaning back into the couch. I let her weight come to me, just in case she had second thoughts. She didn't, and again, I didn't mind. She finally broke our kiss and looked me deep in the eyes. 

With tears still damp on her cheeks she innocently said, "I guess I should pay you."

"Pay me," I asked.

"Yes, pay you," she grinned, "Cary told me how you always ask for payment after working on her car, or finishing one of her projects, I think I should pay you."

I didn't realize Sarah and Cary talked so much. 'Payment' was usually a blowjob or a special fuck (place and style of my choosing). I was stunned. 

"Um," I stammered, "Sarah you're in a very..."

I couldn't finish my sentence; Sarah began unbuttoning her shirt. I could see the lace of her bra and got stuck in stupid. 

She leered and me and in a husky bedroom voice said, "take off your pants."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my pants and stood up to drop them. Sarah was unhooking her bra as I bent over to take a leg out. I almost fell over. As her bra fell away, and I got my first real look at them, I did fall over. I fell back onto the couch with one foot still in my jeans. Sarah giggled and reached for my quickly inflating cock.

"Nice," she said as she gave my cock a tug, "and you really do shave your balls."

She pushed one leg against the back of the couch and moved between them. She sat up on her knees and massaged her tits.

"You like looking at my tits, don't you," she asked while kneading what she could in her hands.

All I did was nod.

"Bill practically ignores them these days," she said, still kneading her tits, "he just wants to fuck once a week and leave it at that. I'm always too horny for once a week; I've got to get myself off at least twice a day. And I love playing with my tits when I do, do you want to play with my tits?"

Again, all I did was nod. She shifted her weight, crawling up my body until her giant boobs were resting on my face. I grabbed a hold of them and began sucking and licking as much as I could. Sarah let out a moan, and pushed her tits deeper onto my face. I licked and sucked until I couldn't breath, her tits were suffocating me. I pushed her up and off, and took a deep breath. Her eyes were glistening and wild like an animal on a hunt, ready to leap at its kill.

"My god that was good," she said panting, " I think you made me come in my pants."

Still dazed, I smiled.

"Oh my," she giggled, "it looks as if you have a very big problem."

My dick was standing straight up, I could feel it throbbing, almost aching with blood; begging to be touched. Sarah was rubbing my inner thighs, slowly moving up, closer to my dick.

"Mmm," she hummed with a hungry look in her eye, " that looks good enough to eat."

I swallowed.

"Think I will," she smiled as she encircled my dick with her hand.

She began by jerking me off and tickling my balls and prostate with her other hand. She moved onto the floor, staying on her knees. I could see the pre-cum glistening on my head. She moved her face closer to my groin, gently blowing on my cock and balls. As she inched closer and I could see her licking her lips and swallowing, like a starving woman looking at a huge feast. Then time seemed to slow down. I watched as she very slowly opened her mouth, extended her tongue with its glistening stud, and engulfed the head of my dick. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as the warmth covered my organ. She began by lightly sucking the head, ever so gently putting pressure on me with her lips. I felt the tip of her tongue, dancing like a ballerina, at the opening of my cock. And then, without warning, she slid down my shaft; the tip of my dick was touching the back of her throat. I felt her gag, and she pulled away.

"I'm not used to one this big anymore," she spat as she wiped her hand across her mouth.

She dipped her head down and lathered up my balls as I groaned. Then she ran her tongue from the base of balls to the tip of my dick, her tongue stud adding to my pleasure. She engulfed my cock again and began pumping her head up and down. The heat of her lips and the power of her trying to suck the cum out of me was so intense, I didn't think I'd last all that long. After she had me all lathered up she popped my dick out of her mouth, and smiled.

"I'll be right back," she said as she got up and went towards the bedrooms. 

I honestly didn't know what to do, I knew I should get up and leave. This was my wife's sister for crying out loud. But the little brain interrupted the big brain, reminding me how great it felt. Before I could finish my thought she returned with a bottle of baby oil and her tits swaying with every step.

"I know how much you like my tits," she said as she knelt between my legs again, "how would you like to fuck them?"

"Hell yeah," I almost yelled.

"Good," she smiled, "will you help me oil my titties up?"

I scrambled up to a sitting position and held out my hands for oil. She poured a little into the palm of one of my hands and I rubbed them together. She sat upright, thrusting her titties at me. My hands shook a little as I reached out and touched them. I, very slowly, began rubbing my hands in a circular motion, encompassing more and more of her titties. She was staring me straight in the eye, as she began to breath heavier. I finally found her nipples and I gave them a slight squeeze. A moan escaped from her lips. I squeezed them again, but harder, and she moaned as they slipped from between my oily fingers. I had to taste them again, so I pushed her onto her back and knelt on the floor next to her. We kissed. I was still massaging her tits, and she was jerking my dick. We stayed like this for several minutes. I dipped my head down to nibble on a nipple. As my tongue touched her nipple she moaned. She was barely rubbing my dick and balls at this point, because she was now in ecstasy. I sucked very lightly and she reached up and pulled me closer to her chest. I took the biggest mouthful of tit as I could and sucked as hard as I could. She began moaning and squirming on the floor. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw she had one hand buried in her shorts. I reached down and rubbed the crotch of her cotton shorts. I then backed off of her tit and held her nipple between my teeth, I applied a little pressure by biting down and she reacted wildly. All of her muscles tensed up and she let out a squeezed yell. I pulsated my bite and kept rubbing her pants for several seconds. She finally went limp as I released her nipple from my teeth and stopped rubbing her crotch. She was panting, and beaded with droplets of sweat. I got back up on my knees, my dick sticking out in front of me, and smiled. Her laid there for several seconds with her eyes closed, smiling. She finally opened her eyes and gave me a giant grin.

"Guess I owe you for two services today," she spoke reaching for my hard cock again, "I guess I should at least pay you for one."

She sat up on her elbows and reached with her tongue, pulling my dick into her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed the pre cum off of the tip.

"Sit back on the couch," she said, letting my cock slip from between her lips, "I want a titty fuck."

I moved back onto the couch and she moved between my legs. She engulfed my cock with her titties and began moving up and down. Every time my dick emerged from between her tits, she took it into her mouth. She fucked me with her tits for a couple of minutes, and just started sucking my dick. She spread my legs far apart, playing with my balls. Then she did something her sister has never done. She snaked her tongued down to my balls and continued snaking it down to my asshole. She pushed my left leg up in the air and really went to town on my ass. It felt so incredible; I'm surprised I didn't pop my cork right then and there. She ran her tongue around my asshole a couple of times, and tried to fuck it with her tongue. I jerk a little, from the shock and the pleasure. She moved back up to my dick and pressed it to her face with one hand and said, "I bet you liked that didn't you, most men do."

She swallowed my dick again, really sucking it hard. I could feel one of her fingers rubbing my asshole. I felt her apply gentle pressure against it, and my balls began to tense up. As she pressed through my asshole I erupted. I felt myself cum in three hard spurts. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to get all of my sperm. She withdrew her finger and an after shock of ecstasy shot through my body, and my cock gave one more spurt of cum.

"Mmm," she moaned, "that was so tasty, have you had pineapple lately?"

"Last night with dinner," I answered, "why?"

"Pineapple makes a man's cum so sweet," she purred, "you better get dressed, the kids will be home in a half hour, and I need to get cleaned up."

I grabbed my pants and leaned over to pull them up, when she grabbed my face and kissed me again. She pushed her tongue into my mouth searching for my own. She broke our kiss and smiled. 

"Thanks," she started, "I really needed that."

"No problem," I replied as I zipped up my pants, "anytime."

As I walked to the door, she stopped me.

"Don't forget," she reminded me, "I still owe you one."



Tit for Tat



There hadn't been much of a firefight at all. The Hondurans hadn't really expected any of our Sandinista bands to strike across the Rio Coco Segovia, the river marking the Nicaragua-Honduras border, so they hadn't really seriously established a defense of the Gringo mining engineer team at the project in Brus Laguna. The Hondurans apparently hadn't bothered to read our new manifesto for the year about expanding our operations outside of Nicaragua's borders. We really didn't care that much about disrupting the new strip mining operation on the coast of Honduras. But we wanted to make a statement.

We wanted to make the news with the Norte-americanos. We were to capture a few and use them—not kill them—but use them to gain headlines. They hadn't been taking the Sandinistas seriously up North. A point was to be made, and my band was chosen precisely because of the point we could make.

It took a while to settle on the men we wanted. Most of the foreigners working in places we could access in Honduras were Europeans. But we wanted Americanos. And men of prominent, wealthy families.

We found what we wanted at the start-up strip mining project inland from Brus Laguna. Three Americano engineers, one the son of a federal congressman, and lightly guarded.

We had managed the trek across the Rico Coco Segovia from our base in Waspán in near silence and without encountering a single Honduran, civilian or military. The terrain was remote and a true jungle. And we were hardened soldiers now, experienced in the ways of stealth and steal.

At the first sign of an armed attack, the small band of Honduran soldiers guarding the Gringos melted into the jungle. We would rather have taken care of them there and then, though. They retreated in the direction of the army base at Brus Laguna on the coast. This would mean that the trek back to Nicaragua would have to be faster and more stealthy than our march to this point. The escaped soldiers would raise an alarm and the army would soon be on our scent.

We caught the three Gringos trying to hide in one of the mining operation sheds. We'd attacked at night and they were all stripped down to boxers for comfort under the slow-moving paddle fans in their primitive quarters at the height of the Honduran hot season.

The youngest and most fit of the three, a blond Gringo of athletic build and more bravery than the other two, was crouched between the door and his two compatriots when we kicked our way in. He was shielding a middle-aged man who was starting to go to overindulged fat and a younger, dark-haired man of slight height and build. The blond Gringo was holding a knife, at an experienced "kill" angle. He could see that he was not armed to fight with the AK-47s of ten hardened Sandisnitas, but he obviously was willing to try.

I motioned to Hectoro to feint at him from the left, which drew the young Gringo's attention, and then I bore in from the right and caught him in the chin with the butt of my AK-47. He went down with a groan. He wasn't unconscious, but he had dropped the knife.

"David Winston," I barked. "Which one David Winston?" I wanted to know immediately which one was the son of the congressman. He would receive special treatment. And I was the only one in the band conversant in English. This was as planned. I didn't want there to be any chances of the Gringos getting friendly with any of my men. It was impossible to tell, given our specific mission, whether that might become a problem.

The young blond's head lolled up at me. He was groggy from the hit on the chin, but he recognized the name when it was spoken. And he was quick witted. I could see that he understood in an instant that this hadn't been just a random raid.

"What—?"

"No questions," I commanded. "Get up and get those two up too. Where are your boots?"

Winston gestured in the direction of their sleeping hut, just a few steps from the door of the shed, as he whispered to the other two Gringos to stand up, that they were being directed to go back to their hut and dress. But he didn't stop there.

"He asked for David Winston," he was quickly adding. "This can't be an accident. They—"

"No talking," I barked, shoving the butt of the AK-47 into Winston's ribs. "No talking to each other from now on. If you talk we'll gag you. In the wet heat of Honduras, you may not survive that. Think about that. Now over to the hut and put socks and boots on. Now! Move!"

We hustled the three out of the shed and into the hut. Since their guards had escaped, there wasn't much time to get them on the move.

When they got to the hut, the blond started to take khaki trousers and a work shirt off a hook, but I nudged him with the butt of my AK-47 again.

"No, just the boots and the socks," I grunted. "And you won't need this either."

With that, I took the knife we had seized from the Gringo and I ran it under the waistband of his boxer shorts and cut the material to shreds. Winston gasped and tried to cover himself, but I knocked his hands away with my gun butt. He was magnificent. Not only was he built for power in his torso, arms, and legs, but he had the longest, thickest cock I'd seen on a man, and heavy hanging balls.

This mission wasn't going to be hard at all.

I handed the knife over to Hectoro, and he quickly had the other two Gringos naked too. The pudgy middle-aged man was hung nicely too, and the dark younger man had a boyish body that would please a few of my men greatly.

Stripping the prisoners was prudent for more reason than one. It not only served the purpose of our mission, but it also helped make them docile and gave them the proper sense of helplessness. We needed to dominate and control them fully and as fast as possible.

Once they were booted, I made them group together, facing us, with their hands at their sides, and then it was Manuel's turn to ply his craft. Manuel had been the photographer for a newspaper in Managua before joining the Sandinistas.

I had Manuel take several photos of our Gringo prisoners, showing them being held by my men but careful not to show any of the faces of the Sandinistas. He had three cameras; One with good film in it to use later, a video camera, and a Polaroid camera, the latter of which gave us photos to leave for the inevitable Honduran search party to find—once the Honduran cowards had gathered their strength and resolve.

Time was short, though, and I quickly had the band, prodding the prisoners along, their hands tied behind their backs with leather bindings, back into the jungle, for a fast, hard march toward the Rio Coco Segovia River.

We marched the prisoners relentless and mercilessly through the jungle for hours. Twice the pudgy one collapsed and had to be prodded back to his feet. I wanted them to be utterly exhausted before we stopped for the first time. But I especially wanted the blond Gringo, the congressman's son, to be totally exhausted. And he was proving to be strong and up to the task of hiking.

Being naked and trussed, though, finally got to the blond one before any of my life- and battle-hardened Sandinistas had lagged in energy. At the last, as we entered a fern-floored bowl at the base of a rocky hill, the blond collapsed in total exhaustion. The middle-aged Gringo had given out a long time ago. He was being nearly dragged along between two of my men, two who had gravitated to him. I had some idea what they liked, and I was content to let this order be.

The small dark one had also been chosen by natural selection. He was draped over the shoulder of the biggest, tallest of the band, like a sack of rice. The head and arms of the little one were just flopping back and forth between the Sandinista's broad, bulky shoulder blades; he appeared to be nearly unconscious, but I could tell he wasn't completely out, because of the expression on his face. He was in shock and his mouth was open in a look of pain and surprise. This most likely was because both of the big Sandinista's hands were busy. One was squeezing one of the small Gringo's pert butt cheeks, and the thumb of the other hand was buried inside the little one's asshole.

It was obvious that the band was ready to stop here.

I barked an order, and two of the band jumped forward and untied Winston's bounds, turned him over on the moist, fern-cushioned ground, and then retied his wrists over his head and around the trunk of a small tree. Then they both sprang down on either side of the blond Gringo, at his knees, and spread his legs, each taking a well-muscled calf and lifting it up and out, which rolled his firm, rounded glutes up.

Before this, I'd had all of the Sandinistas pull on their black masks, and then I told Manuel to take out the video camera and to get everything from this phase of the mission on tape.

I opened my fly and pulled out my cock. I was proud of my cock, and I stood between the Gringo's spread legs and made sure he got a good view of my cock. I had been mentally preparing for this for many kilometers, when I saw that the blond Gringo was, at last, on the verge of exhaustion. And so my fine cock was standing straight out from my body.

I opened the pack on my back and took out a jar of grease. And then I scooped out a glob and gave it over to one of my men holding the Gringo's legs, and he greased the Gringo's hole while I greased my pole, lovingly stroking myself up and down while standing above the panting Gringo.

The blond Gringo was panting as much now from the realization of what happened next as from his utter exhaustion. His exhausting kept him from struggling much, but he whimpered some and bellowed his disapproval much, albeit in very weak, almost-spent tones.

I looked around, hearing other cries and moanings and gruntings and whimperings about me.

The two likeminded band members, we liked to call them the Siamese twins for their special proclivity—the ones who had taken to the pudgy middle-aged one and who had virtually carried him to this spot—were sitting on the ferns not far from me, facing each other close, the thighs of one over the thighs of the other. And with the naked pudgy Gringo sandwiched between them. He was floppy as a rag doll, his head lolling and his eyeballs rolling up in his head. Only his weak cries and whimpers told me he was conscious as, with two pair of hands on his waist and sides, the two Sandinistas were pumping him up and down and their ever-disappearing joined cocks in his single asshole.

The mountain man of a Sandinista band member was walking slowly around the perimeter of the open area, humming and laughing and singing lullabies, obviously pleased with himself. The small, dark Gringo was attached to him at the pelvis, his legs flopping back and forth over the hips of the Sandinista monster man. The Sandinista's big hands were encircling the waist of the small, boyish-figured man, and sliding the small man's ass up and down on his huge tool. The Gringo's body was arched away from that of his ravisher, and his head was lolled back and his arms were flopping down from his shoulders. In spite of his exhaustion, his weak screams were quite energetic and convincing.

I instructed Manuel to make sure he got good coverage of the big man's thick cock appearing and disappearing in the small man's hole.

With a thrill of excitement, I knelt down and placed one hand under the blond Gringo's tailbone and held the base of my cock steady with the other hand. I placed the ruby tip of my cock at Winston's hole, and he whimpered and gave his last argument for being spared, and then I reared my hips back and struck home, strong, fast, and deep.

The blond congressman's son cried out and his pelvis lifted up, trying to escape me as I drew back again. But he couldn't evade me. He was fully mine. Exhausted, trussed, dominated, fucked.

"Take that, Norte-americano Bastard," I cried out, as I thrust again, and again and again.

The video rolled, as loud cries and bleatings across the clearing turned to whimpers and moans, the heavy grunts to weak groans. The Gringo's ass opened to me. The two Sandinistas at his side worked his greased cock with their free fists, and as they sucked him off, his pelvis started to move with my rhythm. I certainly wouldn't be telling my leader that he seemed to be enjoying his fuck in the end, though.

Both of the other Gringos were unconscious when the video film played out.

The Sandinistas zipped up and took up what were now three burdens, and moved quickly off once more toward Nicaraguan territory.

At the banks of the Patuca River, about half way toward safe territory, we rested for several hours. When we woke, two of the prisoners seemed to be recovering themselves and were whispering stealthy. The pudgy one was still completely docile and doing no more than groaning and moaning, with his eyes tightly shut.

We bustled the prisoners into the three boats, separately, that we had hidden in the rushes upon our trek into Honduras. And when we got to the other side, I let the "twins" double fuck the congressman's son back into submission and I fucked the small one. His ass had tightened up again. I was covering him bent over a mossy boulder on his stomach, and taking him was like fucking a small woman, all gentle curves and slight frame on the outside and all sweet and creamy inside. He even cried softly like a girl as I took him roughly in long, deep strokes, one of my fists between his shoulder blades and the other buried in his hair and arching his head and torso back up toward me.

I had Manuel take still photos of both takings.

The small, dark one soon was completely cowed again and would not, I was sure, be doing any whispering against my command any time soon. I didn't complete my fuck, though, because we heard the sound of chopper blades in the distance, toward Brus Lagunda.

We hurriedly broke off our conditioning and propaganda photo op exercise and gathered up the three nearly comatose prisoners and struggled back into the jungle, running now as hard as we could for the Rio Coco Segovia and the welcoming arms of our well-manned base at Waspán, across the border and in Nicaragua. The return trek was no where near as easy as the entry; we were hunted prey now, leaving spoor our trackers could follow—and carrying the dead weights of three fully used Gringos.

They caught up with and cornered us not more than fifty kilometers beyond the Patuca. I sent Manuel and the spent film off on another track toward Waspán. At least the mission we were sent on could be accomplished.

* * *

I'm not sure what happened to any of the others in my band. I was knocked unconscious early in the hand-to-hand fighting. And I woke up here in a cell—I assume at the army base outside Brus Lagunda. At least I assume I was brought back to where it started. That was two nights before. Since then I've had two, body-crunching sessions with the Honduran soldiers.

I am hunched on a narrow, hard bed against the back wall of the cell. The wall is clammy, rough, badly stacked bricks, but cool against my cut, aching, naked body. They must have tortured me for hours. They beat and whipped and punched every part of my body, careful not to break anything—yet—although I'm not at all sure about two of my ribs. They ache so badly. I am totally exhausted—physically, but not mentally. I am a Sandinista. And I have accomplished my mission—as long as Manuel has made it back. This will be a propaganda statement for the world as has never been made before. The Norte-americanos can be fucked—can be screwed—by the Central Americans. They can not lift their heads down here in pride ever again now. As long as Manuel and the film made it to safety.

My body aches so badly and I want more than anything else to curl up on the hard wooden bed here and die. But I'm held in this sitting position, my back to the wall, by the shackles at my wrists chained close to the walls and holding my torso up.

I close my eyes, wanting to make it all go away. Listening to every part of my body separately, checking out my wounds, trying to determine whether anything is seriously broken or violated.

But I hear the noise of metal screeching on metal. The door of my cell opening. So, I look up, expecting to see the sneering Honduran captain again.

But there he is. The blond Gringo. The one we'd taken prisoner and fucked for all the world to see. The American congressman's son. He is walking into the cell unsteadily and with a grimace at each step, bowlegged, his ass stretched and worried hard. But he is moving with the resources of determination I had seen from the beginning that he possessed in full measure.

"Winston. David Winston," I croak.

"No, dumbass," he retorts, his voice full of venom and anger. "You stupid insurgents attacked the wrong camp. David Winston's camp is several miles to the east of ours. We are with a Canadian archeological dig."

I want to say something, I'm trying to say something, but he is shouting, "Just shut the fuck up," and then he strikes me hard across the face with an open palm. Nothing compared with what the Honduran captain does.

But then I gasp and watch in horror as he unzips his pants and rolls out that huge, thick cock of his. He is taking a tube of cream from his pants pocket and giving me the most cruel expression. And he is greasing up his monster cock.

My eyes look wildly around the cell, searching for escape, but I know there is none. I hear a noise in the corridor beyond the open door, and I call out for help. But I know there will be no help from that sector.

There, beyond the doorway, crossing the open space, from one side of the yawning opening to the other, being dragged between two burly Honduran soldiers, his feet dragging the ground. Manuel. His head lolling down. Spent. Beaten.

My legs are being roughly parted and spread and lifted, and my bare butt rolls up and the cuts in my back are opened anew as they scrape along the undressed bricks. And, Yiyiyi! Excruciating pain. The violation of my last protected body part. A telephone pole jamming up into me, running far and deep, swiftly, stretching and splitting soft tissue as it fills me and expands and thrusts deeper. Yiyiyi!



Tit for Tat



It was the second year that the six of us had come up here to spend a long weekend together. Jeff and his wife Rebecca, a tall very buxom brunette, Pete, and "Repeat", as we called her, Susan...because she looked more like his sister than his wife, each of them with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and short in stature at not even five and a half feet, though again Susan too had fairly large breasts. Though not as large as my wife's were, more noticeable because of her short size perhaps, almost looking top heavy. And then there was my wife Darlene and myself. Personally, I thought my fiery little redhead was the most attractive of the lot, though again...most likely, I was just prejudiced in that regard. But the thing I loved so much about Darlene was her total lack of inhibitions, and carefree attitude about life and love. That...and her almost too daring nature, especially when it came to matters of sexual persuasion. But once again...it was just another aspect about her personality that kept life extremely interesting, especially for me.

The old cabin we were staying in had been in the family for years, an old hunting cabin. Its purpose and intent had never been one of luxury or spaciousness, even though for an old cabin like it was, even then it was still pretty big. Inside, it was basically just one gigantic room. A fairly large fireplace filled one wall, an open area in front of it plenty large enough to sleep the six of us comfortably together on air mattresses and sleeping bags. There was seriously no real privacy, which had limited everyone's libidos to some extent, as we'd all been forced to put up with the lack of sexual activities the last time we'd been up here together. Though Darlene and I had snuck off once or twice to fool around out in the forest, as we were pretty sure the rest of them had done as well a time or two.

There was a small kitchen area and a table just large enough to seat the six of us together, where we very often played cards late into the evening. Lighting was all by lantern or candlelight. We did most of the cooking outside on the porch utilizing the barbeques or Dutch ovens we'd brought along with us. It was needless to say rustic in every aspect. But the scenery, serenity and quietness of the mountain area where the cabin was, made the trip up here well worth it.

We'd already finished up with dinner, gotten a nice warm fire going as even the nights during the summer time could get pretty cool in the mountains. Darlene had already made up a batch of Margaritas for us to sit down and enjoy together which was usually the case. Later on cards perhaps...again, as usual.

We'd already managed to kill off one pitcher of margaritas as Darlene began making another when Rebecca asked me a question.

"So David...how many years now has it been that the three of you've been coming up here anyway?"

Jeff, Pete and I had been friends for years, growing up as kids in the same old neighborhood in fact. Years later, old enough to hunt, we'd started out coming up here with dad, and then later just by ourselves. When the idea and concept of hunting didn't appeal to any of us any more, we'd continued our yearly excursions up here even then for several years. Up until we'd all started getting married. And then hadn't done so for several years. Now...here we were again, just like in the old days...but now with our respective wives in tow.

As we started in on the second pitcher of margaritas, and with everyone starting to feel their oats at this point, it wasn't too unexpected when Darlene brought up a rather embarrassing question.

"So tell me honey...if you and your friends no longer came up here to go hunting, what did you do? Sit around and jerk off?"

Unknowingly, she had hit the nail on the head so to speak. Early on when we'd been young, much younger, we'd actually done just that. And by the look in each one of our respective faces when she mentioned that, she knew...as did the other wives, she had inadvertently stumbled onto something.

"You did didn't you! The three of you...sitting around, watching one another jerk yourselves off! Oh my god!" She laughed, as did the other wives, all teasing and jabbing at us now with their personal questions.

In an effort to deflect part of that perhaps, though it was already too late to sit here and deny any of it, Pete did remember something and then curiously scrambled over to check out our old stash, wondering if it was still even there. Something I myself had completely forgotten about at this point.

"You think your dad ever discovered our stash of Playboys?" he asked. I laughed, curious now myself.

"I don't know...check it out, see if they're actually still there!"

Long ago, we had in fact stashed a collection of old dog-earned Playboys, and then later, one or two really pornographic magazines up in the rafters. A portion of the ceiling area had been given a false shelf of sorts where dad sometimes stored things. It was there we had put up yet another false front in front of that, tacked down so we could still get at it easily enough, but where we had long ago placed our "Jerk off" material as we'd called it. Using the bench seat to stand on from the table, Pete easily pulled himself up into that old section.

"Careful Pete! I don't want you hurting yourself up there," Susan warned. "I can just see us having to rush you to the hospital from falling and breaking your neck...or worse."

"Yeah, like his hard cock if he actually finds those porn mags," Jeff quipped. Even I laughed at that...it had been Pete who'd been the first one brave enough between the three of us to actually whip his out and start wacking it off the first time we discovered what had then been dad's collection of magazines. We'd simply added to it after that with the far more dirty, filthy porn magazines we'd brought along.

"Very funny," we heard Pete calling down as he rummaged around in the old creaky loft area looking for the false boards we'd nailed over one section of the ceiling. "Ah...found it!" he called out seconds later, and then using his knife to pry that section away, laughed out loud. "Oh my god! They're still up here!"

"Bring them down...I want to see what the three of you used to look at when you jerked off," my wife said calling up to him. "And probably still do," she then said turning to the other girls, likewise making them laugh.

Almost gingerly he handed four well-worn magazines down to my wife, lowering himself down seconds afterwards. By the time he had, Darlene had already taken them over to the table spreading them all out for us to look at. "This one might actually be worth some money," Rebecca said thumbing through the really old Playboy. 

"I doubt it," I told her. The covers really torn for one thing, and I happened to remember, we...ah...well, the three of us sort of destroyed the centerfold as I recall, and ended up burning it."

"Why'd you do that?" Susan asked curiously. "Was she ugly or something?"

Darlene burst out laughing. "Oh honey...I doubt that. Remember now, they sort of admitted to sitting around jerking off looking at these, try and picture it unless I miss my guess...the three of them standing there mostly likely squirting their white sticky stuff all over the centerfold. Back then...boys did that when they didn't have anyone else to squirt it on," she continued chuckling. Though once again, my wife had nailed that one too. I could still clearly remember the day we had done that, and by the embarrassed looks on Jeff and Pete's faces, they could too.

"I believe you're right Darlene, look at this one, some of the pages are actually stuck together!" Rebecca exclaimed letting out a squeal of feigned disgust as she held it up trying to shake the pages apart. "God, how much cum did you guys squirt on this one anyway?" She continued to laugh poking fun at the three of us.

"A lot," I openly admitted. That was the first real x-rated porn magazine any of us had ever seen before. Needless to say, it became the primary one we used to look at while jerking off too. First time any of us had actually seen anything where the men and women were really doing it. Where you could actually see that they were."

"Wow, no shit! Look at this one!" Rebecca suddenly exclaimed showing everyone the other x-rated magazine she held in her hand. One of the larger old black and white photos actually showed a guy standing there in the throes of climax. The camera had caught the precise moment he'd shot a ribbon of semen. It showed a long lengthy rope of it shooting off into the air, the look of orgasmic joy etched in his face, caught forever in time. "That's fucking hot!" She then added surprising everyone. And almost as one, we all turned looking at Jeff, his face beet red, though grinning.

"Yeah, she likes it when I do that...like's ah...well you know, seeing me squirt."

"Ditto that!" My wife said joining in. I LOVE seeing guys squirt, something very sexy...very provocative about seeing that."

I had no idea where any of this was going of course, but I was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. Not because of what was being said, but because I was actually getting horny standing here listening to it.

"You know...maybe we should change the subject and play a game or something?" I suggested. Once again, my wife knowing full well of my sudden discomfort pounced on it.

"Why is that honey? Getting a little too horny are we?"

I just smile at her and nodded my head. No sense trying to hide the fact that I was, or that the air suddenly seemed a little sexually charged.

"Yeah, maybe we should play a game," Darlene said turning towards the other two girls. She then walked over towards them, drawing them off to one side, whispering.

"Ah oh..." I said looking at my friends. "Something tells me, we're not in Kansas anymore."

That too had been a running joke amongst the three of us. Having grown up in Kansas City, whenever we embarked on some adventure, or did something we were very likely to regret later, we had a tendency to say that.

When I saw Susan suddenly look over towards where the three of us were standing, and actually blushing a bit...though nodding her head yes to whatever, I knew then...we were in trouble. If my wife could convince shy little Susan to go along with whatever she had in mind, then that didn't bode well for the three of us. They soon parted, coming back towards us, evil wicked smiles on each of their faces.

"Ok...what?" I simply had to ask. "I know that look Darlene...what are you up to now?"

"Like you suggested, a little game, something to pass the time, make things sort of interesting, for all of us."

"What...kind...of...a...game?" I said slowly, worriedly. Like I said, I knew my own wife.

"Let's call it...tit, for tat."

"Tit for what?" Pete asked.

"Boob's for dicks then," if you prefer. "Tits for tat...or rather that...them," she said pointing at our lower extremities. 

"You're kidding right?" Jeff asked anxiously...though more hopefully perhaps as his voice had gone up an octave upon asking that.

"Girls?" Darlene said turning towards them. "Let's show them that we're serious here," and with that, all three suddenly reached down pulling off the tee shirts they were wearing. Now true...they all had bra's on. No worse than the bikinis we'd all seen them wearing before...but there was something about bras in general, especially when they were actually threatening, or rather promising...to show you more.

"You're...you're serious!" I exclaimed realizing that my wife was anyway, though I still wasn't sure about the other two. 

"Very," she challenged back. "And as a sign of good-faith here," she now stood reaching behind her back, undoing the clasp on her bra, which I did think surprised Susan a little when she did that. She allowed it to fall away from her shoulders, though still managing to catch it against herself, not quite revealing her magnificent breasts. "Well? Jeff? Pete? You don't count David...you've already seen my tits. But if they want to, then one of them at least, has to show us some dick here."

"Oh for heaven's sake's Jeff, do it...pull your pants down," his wife challenged him. "You know how much of an exhibitionist you truly are...so now's your chance. Especially if you really want to see Darlene's tits, like you're always telling me about how much you'd like to," she said startling everyone including Darlene, who now smiled looking directly at him.

"Well? Tit for tat. Last chance...now or never!" She said staring at him directly. And then Jeff began unbuckling his pants, though turning towards the two of us. 

"Don't look at me!" He exclaimed. "This might be a once in a life-time opportunity here, and if you guys think I'm going to pass this up...you're crazy!"

Good old Jeff. He always could be counted on to be the first amongst us to do something like this, but in doing so...he also knew, the two of us would soon follow. Before I knew it, both Pete and I were now undoing our pants. All three of us at the point of dropping trow, though now it was up to the other two girls to get to the same point my wife was...tits free.

To my surprise, both Susan and Rebecca had reached back around themselves, likewise undoing their bras, though like my wife, still holding them firmly against their chests even after they had.

"On the count of three then? We all show? One? Two? Three!"

Pete, Jeff and I all dropped our pants, though funny enough...Jeff was the only one with a full blown erection. I was partially so, with Pete not even close. But then again, he'd also been the one most nervous around us, even after we'd gotten comfortable jerking ourselves off in front of one another years ago. Pete had without a doubt, the biggest dick I'd yet seen, and that included a few porn movies to boot. It didn't stay that way long however, nor did mine. Not with the three of us standing there looking at three gorgeous pairs of tits.

And the night was just getting started.

**

"Now then, that wasn't so bad was it?" My wife asked the three of us. And though they both stood there smiling, (Jeff and his hard dick) I knew that there was more to this than what was meeting the eye here. I could almost see it coming. "Now then...how about we move onto the next...tit for tat, especially seeing that good old Jeff appears to be more than ready for it."

"Next...tit for....tat?" Pete asked worriedly. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Yeah, let's see if you guys can do as well as this picture of the guy here shooting his load," Rebecca said speaking up.

"You are joking right?" Pete said incredulously. "You really don't expect me to...to stand here and actually jerk myself off in front of you now do you? Really?"

And now it was my turn to look incredulous as Darlene began undoing the shorts she had on, dropping them down around her ankles seconds later. "Well certainly not without a little additional incentive at least. Like I said...tit for tat. So...here's your next, well...not tit, but how's a bare-naked pussy sound? Willing to do it then?"

Up until now I figured this was a little silly alcohol talking, and the girls just trying to yank our chains. My wife had upped the ante so to speak in seeing if any of us...including me, were that willing to take it to that extreme. Even Susan looked a bit skeptical at this point, her hands actually coming up to criss-cross over her breasts as she stood there looking on...wondering.

Jeff looked at Rebecca, but all she did was snicker, commenting to my wife in a half whisper. "He wants to SO bad...look how hard his dick is, problem is...the other two. They're acting shy."

"Men!" Darlene laughed snickering in agreement. "Hard to get them to do anything their uncomfortable doing...or don't want to do, let alone getting them hard. Well...Pete and David anyway. Guess that might take a bit more coaxing then," my wife said turning towards her friend, and then kissed her. Full on the mouth for one thing, but for another, her hand came up cupping Rebecca's breast. Even that startled her for a moment, it had been so unexpected, but seconds later realizing the intent behind it more than anything else, she began playing along. Either that, or she was admittedly becoming aroused by it. And again, even Susan looked on in amused, though semi-shocked wonder as the two of them stood there kissing and fondling one another's breasts.

"Fuck you two! I'm doing this!" Jeff exclaimed and began pumping his prick watching the two of them.

"Not so fast!" Darlene turned stopping him. "That's a taste...you want to see more pussy? All of us?" She added looking at Susan, letting her know in no uncertain terms she'd signed up for this earlier. "Then...it's all of you...or nothing. We can always get dressed again and start playing cards if you'd actually prefer."

Jeff looked at Pete and I almost imploringly so. I almost laughed, his look reminding me of those days so long ago now when the three of us actually stood there together, jerking off. In particular that day we decided to spunk up the Playboy centerfold, standing there side by side squirting all over it together.

"Not like we haven't done it before," I reminded them both...though it was obviously Pete now that needed convincing.

"Shit man," he exclaimed. "We were horny kids then."

"So? Now we're horny grown men? What's the difference?" Rebecca took off her shorts, and then her panties, now standing beside my wife, the two of them still toying with one another's breasts a little. "Like I said Pete...look at them, tell me you wouldn't mind jerking off to the likes of that as opposed to an old Playboy centerfold. Especially when two of them are standing there touching one another," I challenged him.

"Well?" Darlene asked first looking at Pete, and then at Susan. Susan sighed, and then to everyone's surprise, began removing the rest of her clothing.

"Oh hell, why not? Hell of a lot better than playing cards," she giggled nervously.

Finally Pete shook his head and relented. "Can't believe I'm actually doing this," he told everyone.

And now we all stood in front of one another. Naked as they day we were born.

**

I'll be the first one to admit, in the beginning it felt a little weird, a little strange. And though we had done it...and often in fact, years ago now, that was then. This was indeed now. And yet, surprisingly, after only a few minutes, and some additional coaxing and prompting, the three of us soon stood there jacking ourselves off in front of the girls. Though again, not without some real additional incentive for us to be doing so.

They were too now. Tit for tat so to speak.

I for one have always enjoyed seeing my own wife pleasure herself for me, something she has very often done without hesitation like I said in the beginning. And I of course have done the same for her as well, something she early on told me she loved seeing guys do...seeing me do. So I did. The only real difference I guess between that and this...was having a bit more of an audience, it was hard not to look over, see what both Pete and Jeff were doing, and likewise looking at the girls...all three of them.

Susan was indeed an interesting character. At first shy, overly so...I'd heard through conversations with Pete in the past how she was in fact a real tiger in bed. Once heated, an almost anything goes kind of a woman. She was proving that out now...in spades. Having shucked off whatever final reservations or initial inhibitions she might have had, those had all fallen by the wayside now. Lying on the floor, all three of them side by side, looking up at the three of us as we stood over them jerking off was erotically intense. Perhaps even more so than any of us had realized it would be in the beginning.

"Fuck I am already close...too fucking close!" Jeff announced almost dejectedly.




Tit for Tat



"Nobody said you couldn't enjoy seconds...if you can manage it you know," Darlene assured him. "So whenever anyone's ready...just do it, you...or us," she stated the look in her eyes telling me she actually wasn't that far away from climaxing herself. And that of course, sent a tingling thrill down my shaft, jumping my own arousal up a notch.

Unable to hold out any more, Jeff just looked down, his voice shaking. "Where? How?" He almost stammered gritting his teeth.

"Where ever you want..." Darlene said looking up at him, one hand cupping her own breast, the other busily working her clit, strumming it wildly at this point, another hint at her rapidly nearing climax.

"Fuck!" Jeff cried out, his head snapping back, knees buckling just a little as he momentarily quit pumping his prick, just holding onto it for a moment more. And then...he unleashed. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah...would you look at that?" Susan exclaimed wild-eyed and lustier looking than I'd ever seen her before. Pete hadn't been lying when he'd told me about her before. Once Susan was horny...truly horny, she became almost a completely different person. "Shoot that spunk! Shoot it! Squirt it! All over! All over! All over!" She lay crying out as Jeff did his level best to accommodate each one of the girls. Once again jacking his prick, pumping out streamer after streamer of his hot white juice which had begun landing over all three girls like he'd turned the hose on them.

And that of course triggered my wife's climax, which I was fairly certain it would do. But it would also be only the first of many for her, as from this point on...she could easily roll from one right into another, almost at will after this.

And one thing more that I knew...which the guys soon would of course, was how much Darlene tended to squirt whenever she did. Eyes wide in surprise, both Jeff and Pete stood there watching this tiny little fountainous squirt suddenly erupt from my wife's pussy. A tiny little arch of pussy pleasure shooting up in the air, splashing down again, soaking her, as well as the floor beneath her. Thankfully, we'd moved the sleeping bags out of the way, or we'd have been sleeping wet that evening.

Inwardly I was certainly grinning. As much of a surprise as it had been for all of us...girls included, to see my wife laying there with her pussy squirting the way it did, I remembered back at something else. Pete had a surprise of his own too. He had a big cock, that much was evident, at least on the upper size scale of big dicks. Neither Jeff nor I were slouches in that department either, not by a long shot. Jeff might have been short in height, but just like his wife, his hard prick tended to look even bigger than it probably was just because of that. Pete on the other hand, was just fucking big...no, make that huge. And so was his cumshot as I remembered seeing it. Unless things had changed since then of course. But as I recalled, his semen tended to be quite copious in volume, easily duplicating mine and Jeff's put together. Something we had as young men growing up, gotten a weird kick out of when the three of us stood there blanketing that centerfold until it wasn't even recognizable as being one anymore. Half of which...had been Pete's doing.

"Fuck, I'm gonna lose it!" He soon after announced. I couldn't help but turn and look, I'd been amazed in the past before. And I noticed in doing so...Jeff too had turned to specifically watch. After all...we both had a pretty good idea, as must have Susan. She was the only one who actually closed her eyes, covering them with her hands, giggling as she did.

"Thar she blows!" She said peeking through her fingers just as the first jettison of Pete's spunk exploded from the head of his dick. Darlene and Rebecca had no idea. Had they, they might have been quicker on the hands to the face trick that Susan had already prepared herself for. Even for a guy...it was an amazing thing to see, to witness. I for one had never seen anything like it, not before or since. The only other man I'd seen even come close had been the Porn star Peter North. But even he would have been hard pressed to match Pete's delivery, even on a good day.

Hard to explain it really, to describe it. It was like throwing cups full of milk. That's about the only way I can even attempt to put into words what it looked like. That first splash, a thick rope, not a slim stringy one, was just that. A rope of cum. Seeing it leap from the head of that fat dick of his was just the beginning of the wild spectacle he created. I saw it land on my wife, next or close to her pussy in fact, and then splash from there as though someone had actually tossed a scarf down onto her body. He hit her left breast from there, up to the side of her neck and into her hair...and then beyond that. Turning, another voluminous milking already on the way, as this one began bathing poor Rebecca, her sudden squeal of delight and shock readily apparent.

"Holy fucking shit!" She cried out watching the splash of his cream as it had hit my wife, only then seeing the second skyrocketing explosion leap from his prick, shooting directly at her. She lifted her hands, too late...that second squirt not quite purposely hitting her full on in the face, much of it actually hitting her in the mouth where she swallowed. She actually had no choice, it would have been nearly impossible not to, let alone breathe. And good old Pete, just as Jeff and I remembered, was far from being done. Not wanting to let his own wife feel left out, Pete spun on one heel, still wanking his cock, holding still then a second later as the third massive squirt shot out. Still covering her eyes, though still peeking through her fingers, she laughed as he sure enough...started there. In seconds her hands appeared glued together, a trail of semen working its way down from there between her gorgeous pink nippled tits, down across her belly, and along the side of her upper right thigh.

The majority of his first few canon shots might be over, but he continued to pump his prick, which now just oozed like chocolate sauce being poured over ice cream. Only now taking her hands away, Susan opened her mouth as Pete stood over her, his cream dripping from the head of his prick in what seemed like a never ending drool of cum-sauce which she now tried valiantly to collect.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Darlene quipped now watching this, still trying to collect the liquid sauce running in small little rivers over her own body with her hands as she and Rebecca both lay there, eyes still glued to him and his magnificent specimen of a prick. "That's got to be...the most incredible cum shot I've ever seen in my entire life!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "See dear? You're not the only one here full of surprises."

Mine wasn't nearly as copious of course as Pete's had been...but as far as cum-shots go, it wasn't half bad. I still managed to add a fair amount almost equally on all three girls. All three girls lying there now covered in joy juice, pretty much from head to toe.

As expected, Darlene had worked herself through a small series of mini-orgasms, saving the big one for last, which would come later. That's basically how she preferred doing it. Both Rebecca and Susan had likewise gotten off, and it was again another bit of an unexpected surprise seeing Susan when she did. She tended to thrash wildly, her head rolling back and forth as she cried out, her hand now slapping her pussy, almost fiercely, the other hand, fingers inside working herself that way. That too was an amazing sight to watch.

Poor Jeff almost looked disappointed, his prick once again stiff and hard, working himself up to what he obviously hoped would be another nice orgasm of his own.

"Time for a break," Darlene spoke, with both the other girls in agreement. "Fresh drinks, something to snack on...and then...see where things go from there."

I was wondering about that myself, just as I knew the other guys were. We'd all been casting looks back and forth between one another, several questions I am sure remaining unasked. As the girls stood inside the small little kitchen area throwing together a few things to snack on, the hushed whispers of their voices alerted us to the fact they were obviously discussing something, occasionally throwing glances our way.

"Throw some more wood on the fire, get it nice and warm in here for us," Darlene stated moments later. "We're going outside for a...to pee," she amended. "We'll be back in a few minutes."

**

After fixing up some fresh drinks and snacks, the girls all went outside for a supposed pee-break. When they did, Pete turned to me worriedly asking.

"Ok...admittedly, that was sort of fun...well, damn fun actually," he said sheepishly. "But I can't help wondering...I mean, we're not like.... ah, you know, thinking about..."

"Swapping wives?" I said finishing for him. "No Pete, we're not. At least I'm fairly confident that isn't part of what's been going on here...or even will be. Though I'll agree with you on one hand, maybe it's something we should address with the girls once they come back inside again. See where all this is really headed, so that we all know what to expect, or not expect. I don't think any of us want to stumble into doing anything we're not comfortable with."

I saw the relief in his eyes, as well as in Jeff's as the three of us stoked up the fire a bit, making it even warmer, especially as we remained butt-naked at the moment. It was amazing to me as we went about doing that how comfortable we had all seemed to become once again. Seeing one another naked again after all these years. Sure we had all changed and matured a little during that time, though Pete's schlong continued to swing to and fro as he walked about causing Jeff and I both to snicker while watching that. Just like old times.

"It's taking them a hell of a long time to pee don't you think?" Jeff asked.

"I don't think that's all they're doing," I commented. "Something tells me, they're having a pow-wow out there, which means..." I never finished however as the door suddenly opened, all three girls reentering the cabin.

"Rules!" My wife said the moment they came inside.

"Rules?" Pete asked.

"Yeah...rules. We thought it might be a good idea to go over a few simple rules, so that no one has any misconceptions or expectations regarding the weekend, since it appears we'll be spending much of it naked together."

The guys looked at me, and I at them, and then back to the girls again. Obviously they'd been thinking along the same lines as we had. 

"Just so we're all on the same page here...this isn't about swapping wives or husbands. We're just having a bit of naughty fun is all...so beyond some touching perhaps, that's it. Unless we're comfortable doing things with our partners in front of anyone, that would be the only exception. Beyond that, it's strictly a touch only. Everyone ok with that?"

Obviously the girls had come to a mutual consensus outside, which was fine with the three of us too. Especially as we all readily agreed to that.

"By touching..." Pete asked a bit nervously, yet excitedly too by the edge we could all hear in his tone of voice. "Does that mean..."

"That it's ok if I walked up and fondled that sausage of yours?" Rebecca said walking up in front of him only inches away, though she didn't actually reach down and do it. "Hopefully...yes, as long as it's ok with you, and your wife," she said looking over towards Susan. Susan then walked over and stood in front of me, grinning. My wife then standing directly in front of Jeff, likewise grinning.

"If you guys are good with just that...we are," my wife concluded. By the smiles on our faces they could see that we were, and then as though on some prearranged signal perhaps, all three reached down and clasped the three semi-flaccid pricks sitting there in front of them. Even then...I still tentatively reached out cupping Susan's firm full breasts, taking delight in fondling them a bit, as the rest of the guys now began doing the same to the girls standing in front of them.

It didn't take long, and the three of us were once again standing proud and tall.

"Ok, now that that's out of the way, how about some fresh drinks, snacks...and some more naughty fun!" Susan said grinning, that aroused horny look showing through in her eyes again as both Rebecca and my wife laughed.

"I think we've unleashed a monster!" My wife quipped, or rather Pete certainly has anyway," she said looking down at his groin. Sure enough, Pete's magnificent tool was standing up about as hard and stiff as I'd ever seen it, though Rebecca's hand wrapped around him went a long way in doing that. Pete had always been a boob man, perhaps even more than I was. The moment he'd placed his hands on Rebecca's tits, his cock had swollen up to full erection in no time. He even had his eyes closed, standing there grinning like the village idiot, fully enjoying himself.

"So...any requests from anyone?" Darlene asked. "Come on boys...don't be shy here, now is not the time. Who knows...this might be the one and only chance you'll have to enjoy anything like this again. At least until next year," she added with a mischievous smile on her face. "So speak up!"

Jeff did...always the first one amongst us to speak up or act so it seemed. "Does ah...titty-fucking count or not count as far as touching goes?" He wondered.

"I think that's within the acceptable parameters," Darlene said easily getting confirmation from the girls. "I take it you'd like to tit-fuck these then?" She asked holding her breasts together in front of him. He was nodding his head like one of those wobble-head dogs in the window of a car.

Darlene laughed. "Ok horny boy...come over here, lay down so I can do a really nice job on you," she told him. Rearranging the air mattresses slightly closer to the fire so that everyone remained warm and comfortable, the three of us laid down side-by-side, the girls taking up position over us. In moments, we all felt the soft, teasing and yes titillating sweetness of three pairs of breasts wrapping themselves around our three equally hard stiff cocks again.

As good as it admittedly felt, while Susan lay between my legs, her soft, warm breasts fully wrapped around my throbbing prick, the sensation of that was heightened in seeing the other two girls...similarly engaged. Sure...admittedly more of a 'guy' thing perhaps, but they all seemed to be enjoying it every bit as much as the three of us were. The erotic sensuality of the fire's light bathing the room, everyone naked...and now extremely and obviously comfortable in being so in front of one another. And three very gorgeous pairs of breasts...sliding up and down so wonderfully around our hard stiff cocks.

Susan spit on my dick, though she didn't need to add much more lubrication to my sensual titty-fuck than that. I was already producing a substantial amount of pre-cum fuck juice myself, which she continually swiped off the tip of my cock, often rubbing and arousing her own nipples with it. In addition to sliding between those two perfect globes, she very often held just one breast in her hand, guiding it...in particular her hard fat little nipple, pressing that against the very end of my dick, almost as though she were trying to fuck the tiny eye-slit of my prick with it. Just seeing her do that was arousing, far more than any feeling I was experiencing perhaps. The visual alone, escalating my over all pleasure.

All around me the pleasurable sighs...moans and groans coming from everyone, the girls included, soon had us all hovering on the edge again, though as usual, it was Jeff who was the first one amongst us to announce the arrival of his orgasm.

"Oh man...fuck, here...it...comes!" He cried out, lurching and then groaning deeply. Sure enough, he spurted, the first jettison of his cream hitting Darlene squarely in the chin, though she then wrapped her beautiful breasts around the head of his spurting cock, capturing most of his creamy spunking that way between her tits as she finished jacking him off with them.

"Nice one," she giggled enthusiastically, though looking over at Rebecca, wondering...grinning as Pete now began making noises as though he was about to erupt soon as well. Which he soon did.

I think we were all wondering and thinking the same thing when the grimace on Pete's face told us he was seconds away from coming now as well. Not having as large of breasts as everyone else, Rebecca had trouble even wrapping hers around Pete's prick as she continued sliding them up and down his shaft. He grunted, holding still no longer helping to thrust up and down that sweet tit-valley. He groaned deeper, and then thrust up as though coaxing, helping his orgasmic explosion. Surprisingly, it wasn't nearly as much as we'd all anticipated or expected to see. If anything, more normal, more like my own previously, though even then...still substantial. Rebecca easily caught his creamy outpouring of semen, rubbing her breasts against him. Smearing her hard tender nipples in his man juice.

"Hey...it takes a while," he said afterwards almost looking embarrassed. "That was three days worth the last time!" He then added.

"Three days? Hell...I can't go three hours!" Jeff exclaimed jokingly.

"That's true," Rebecca added laughing along with him. "I can't tell you the number of times I've walked into the bathroom at home and found Jeff standing there over the toilet jacking off!"

"Rebecca!" Jeff shouted out aghast.

"Well it's true babe...not that I mind, like you damn well know...I enjoy watching you. Just like...you enjoy watching me!"

He blushed, but he was grinning too. "Yeah well..."

"So...where's my cream?" Susan asked me, though she had stepped up the breast-bating she'd been giving me.

"Right here," I announced through gritted teeth, and then splurged all over those hot succulent breasts of hers.

**

After cleaning up a bit, which all three girls certainly needed to do, it was now their turn to express their desires on how they'd like to enjoy their own respective orgasms. In getting ready to do that, we did switch up partners a bit as I moved over to sit by Rebecca, Darlene now with Pete, and Susan sitting next to Jeff.

"OK, what would YOU like me to do?" I asked her.

She all but purred when I asked her that. "Ok...don't laugh, but this is what I want!" Lying back, she spread herself even more obscenely than she had been, though her legs remained fully extended not yet bent at the knee. "What I sometimes enjoy, and want to feel and enjoy now...is a nice slow, soft clitty jerk-off."

"Oh yeah, I enjoy doing that too on occasion," Susan commented, though she had positioned herself on all fours as though expecting to be fucked. "What I want...is for you to kneel behind me, and just slowly finger-fuck me," she told Jeff. "Nice and slow...but continuous. I'll let you know when I want more fingers, or want it faster...ok?" Good old Jeff seemed more than happy to accommodate her, and began doing so.

Parking myself next to Rebecca, I leaned on one side, facing her. Hotly...she reached down spreading her pussy apart with her fingers, exposing herself quite vulgarly, which was erotic as hell. The pink glistening furrow of her split was so openly revealed to me as she did this, not to mention the swollen stiff little knob of her fairly large clit.

"Like this?" I asked taking it between my fingers, slowly working them up and down as though actually attempting to jerk her off like working a miniature cock.

"Oh yeah...just like that, perfect in fact," she moaned softly, though releasing her pussy, hands now coming up to capture her breasts, fingers already rolling and tweaking her nipples. As asked...I continued to softly and tenderly manipulate her hard little clit, tickling it with my fingers, seeking out more and more of her internal moisture to further pleasure and sensitize herself with.




Tit for Tat



I didn't even need to look over to see what my wife and Pete were doing. I pretty much knew what she liked...and wanted. Once she was good and horny of course, which she obviously was.

"You're sure? That's what you really want?" Pete asked wanting to make sure he'd understood her perfectly.

"Yep...that's what I want," she informed him saying it again. "I want you to slap my tits...and then alternate slapping my pussy, not too hard until I say otherwise...but not too softly either. Make it tingle-sting a little, really get my pussy juiced up, and then I want you to palm me...press it really hard against me, and grind on me like that until I come," she had told him.

I enjoyed doing that for her myself. It never failed to produce a gallon of girl juice, which I then used to smear around her cunt, and then pressing, squishing it against her as I palmed her, always made the most interestingly erotic sounds and noises in doing that.

"How' my doing?" I asked Rebecca. "Feel good?"

"Oh yeah...fuck yeah, that's nice...really nice. Just keep working it up and down," she breathed deeply, now pulling on her nipples, stretching them off her chest, releasing, and then grabbing them again, doing so over and over. "I'm getting pretty close," she purred softly. "When I tell you...stick two fingers inside me, and fuck me with them...hard. But then just hold my clit...pinching it a little while you do that until I climax."

"You got it!" I chuckled, already feeling my own cock hardening once more. Just laying here, looking at my friend's hot, wet delicious looking cunt, so juicy and so appetizing, I was sorely tempted to lean over and capture that clit of hers between my lips. But...unfortunately, that wasn't something I knew that would be allowed. Not yet anyway.

Already I could hear the slick juicy sounds coming from my wife. Pete quite enjoying himself, actually being able to half-slap my wife's breasts, which she honestly did enjoy feeling. That, and as he was now doing, patting, slapping, and then palming her cunt just as she'd asked him to do. Everyone there could hear the squishy sounds of her pussy, it was that loud, and that obvious.

"Oh fuck that's nasty hot!" Susan cried out unable to contain herself. "God Darlene...you get so fucking juicy don't you?"

"You might could say that," my wife answered back moaning as she did so. "Maybe tomorrow...if you'd like, you can check it out for yourself."

Jeff groaned, and then much to everyone's surprise, came all over Susan's ass. "Sorry...I couldn't help it," he said sheepishly. "But just hearing that...I mean, fuck."

"Men!" Rebecca chortled. "Mention a little girl on girl action, and they become putty in your hands...that or sperm on your ass, either one." Her tone quickly changed however after having said that. "Ok now baby...two fingers, hard and deep...make me fucking come!"

Darlene was already crying out in the midst of her own orgasmic release, humping herself against Pete's hand, that squishy sounding pussy-pummeling he was giving my wife even louder now as she began squirting, adding to it. "Holy shit that's hot seeing that!" He exclaimed above the cries of her pleasure. I was a bit focused myself though at the moment as Rebecca too let out a mewled cry of release, her hands immediately coming down to take over her own clit, now frigging it furiously. "Fuck my cunt...fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it David...fuck it!"

Susan too had collapsed, reaching back and playfully massaging in Jeff's third spunking of the evening into her own ass. She sighed contentedly in doing so...as we all did.

**

Late...and with all of us satisfied and totally exhausted, we made up the beds, threw a bit more wood on the fire to see us through most of the night, and collapsed into our beds together. I spooned my wife from behind, surprised to find I was still partially erect.

"Slip inside me," she said sounding half asleep. "Fuck me to sleep baby...fuck me to dream land."

**

It was cold when I woke up. Not unbearably so...but it was obvious that the fire had gone out towards morning. There would no doubt be a few still burning embers remaining, which would make starting a new one easier to do. Darlene stirred beneath me, slowly coming awake herself, a reminder of the night before as I felt my now very flaccid cock resting against her warm beautiful ass. Still snuggled up inside the sleeping bag together I was perfectly content to remain so...but I knew Darlene. Once awake, she'd have to pee, and then that would be that.

I vaguely remembered having my prick inside her as we fell asleep...fucking her, but not towards orgasm. We'd done that often before, just connected, barely even moving when sleep claimed us both. That however, usually led to a nice early morning fuck, basically taking up where we'd left off the night before. Unfortunately like I said...it was cold, and now that Darlene was indeed awake, she quite naturally had to pee.

"You need to get another fire going," she informed me only then sitting up. I took delight in the hard crinkle of her sweet nipples, each one hard as rocks...though I knew that wasn't from any amorous inclinations...not yet anyway. Simply the cold. Even so, it was nice sitting there staring at my own wife's hard firm titties. "And try not to be too noisy while doing it...everyone else is still asleep," she now added finally slipping out of the bag, grabbing her robe so she'd have something to wear when she went outside to pee.

"Too late...I'm awake now too," Rebecca said likewise crawling out of her bag, thumping on Jeff waking him as she climbed out. "Wake up baby...see if you can help David get another warm fire going. We'll start working on coffee and breakfast after that."

Jeff groaned, but soon slid out of his bed and began helping me stack some additional kindling in the fireplace, along with a couple of smaller dry logs in order to get a nice start on it before adding the heavier, longer lasting logs into the fire.

"Damn!" Jeff suddenly exclaimed loud enough that I almost cautioned him to be quiet as Pete and Susan hadn't as yet gotten up. I needn't have bothered, they had...just not in quite the way I was expecting. Susan had climbed on top of Pete's prick, and even then was slowly easing herself down over his once again hard stiff shaft.

"Damn is right!" I then added looking on as she slowly began swallowing that monster up.

"Morning guys," she beamed brightly. "Don't mind us...I just have to start out my day with this cock inside me," she grinned, and then slowly began fucking him while Jeff and I stood there with idiotic smiles on our faces, watching them.

"Coffee will be...oh hell, fuck that!" Rebecca said walking over. Now it was the three of us standing there looking on. "I can't even imagine trying to take that thing myself!" She then said, though I chuckled quietly, her hand already down between her legs as though imagining it being inside there.

I hadn't even heard my own wife coming up from behind me, until she wrapped the robe she had on around the two of us, pressing her now very warm breasts against my back, her hands coming around to grasp my still somewhat flaccid cock. "Cold?"

"Not anymore!" I informed her, feeling her hands now beginning to work my dick again, the feel of those lovely breasts spearing my back, twin points now aroused hard, digging into me as she stood there.

"Kinda hot isn't it? Watching another couple fuck?"

"Oh yeah...very."

"After we've eaten and straightened up around here, and once the sun's fully up and it's warm outside, thought maybe we could all take a nature hike together, head up to horseshoe rock...maybe have some fun up there, how's that sound?"

It sounded great. We'd always used the term "nature hike" to basically say we were going someplace out in the woods, find a place and fuck. Sometimes we'd gone up to a place my dad had named horseshoe rock, which we now all did. It was an interesting little place, an area on one of the low peaks, easily accessible on foot, with a nice scenic view of the valley and surrounding hills just beyond. The large grouping of boulders that sat there had formed a bit of a nice enclosure against the north winds whenever we had any. We'd even slept up there a time or two amidst them. A few rocks, or rather slabs were almost smooth looking in appearance, and had made for a nice place to lie down on...and enjoy a nice long sensual fuck. But it was also one of the best places to sit and watch the sun go down...or my wife, whichever came first.

"Kind of be hot, naughty to go up there with everyone, and watch one another doing it...don't you think?"

"Oh hell yes!" Susan responded, still sliding up and down her husband's prick. "That sounds like a damn fun idea!" She moaned starting to get really into it.

"Well...you better save something for later then," Rebecca warned. Though Susan just laughed. 

"If you're talking about Pete, no worries. He never comes during the morning fuck...this one's just for me. He will later though, I can assure you," she grinned, and then promptly came, collapsing over his prone body moments later.

"Yes, well...coffee's just about ready...and so's my pussy," Darlene stated. "So let's get breakfast over with here, and then head up to the rocks so we can all get our rocks off," she laughed.

**

The one thing I dearly loved and appreciated about in being up here, was that we were very secluded. My parents owned twelve hundred acres, and as such I'd never seen a single solitary soul up here in all these years. When gramps and dad had built the cabin, they had gone around the entire property, fencing it as well as posting signs. I'd laughed the first time I'd seen them. "Private property...stay out. Violators will be shot on sight!" Obviously neither gramps nor dad had any intention of doing that of course, but gramps had insisted on making the area look almost like some sort of secret government installation with sturdy chain link fence facing any areas of direct access by road. The rest of it of course, simple wooden fence that wouldn't keep anything out or crossing over it. Still...it had seemingly been effective. Like I said, in all the years I'd been coming up here, we had never once seen anyone else.

For that reason, when it was nice and warm out with the sun well up, the six of us headed out, naked as jaybirds, with only shoes and socks on as any form of attire. Jeff, Pete and I carried knap sacks with a few provisions, water, a bottle of wine for later, along with some cheese and sausage to snack on as well as a few apples and oranges. We then began the short two and a half mile gradual climb up to where the rocks where, and where I now found myself looking forward to what I knew would be an interesting little group fuck after we got there.

Admittedly...for me anyway, there's just something about being naked outdoors for one, and for another, having sex in the nice clean air with the warm sun beating down on you while you do. Just thinking about it never failed to make me horny. And it didn't now either. We were still a quarter of a mile away from reaching the point when Rebecca looked over and saw I was walking along behind her with a sizeable erection.

"Gee, remind me not to stumble or stop suddenly," she said giggling. "Or I'll break more than one rule here, ending up with David's prick inside my ass no less."

"She'd enjoy that too," Jeff quipped looking back, his own prick already starting to show signs of stiffening as well. "She's always wanted to try a DP," he then added.

"Oh really?" Darlene said eying her friend. "Hmmm, something to perhaps consider one day. I've always wondered about that myself," she smiled knowingly.

"Yes well...you are the ones to have set the rules," I reminded them as we continued along.

Though my wife grinned looking at me, reaching out to grasp my cock, now pulling me along behind her. "And you know what they say baby," she purred softly. "Rules were made to be broken."

**

By the time we had reached the horseshoe it was just before noon. The temperature was perfect, somewhere in the high 70's to low 80's. As such, it was warm enough to be very comfortable, especially nude, and not so hot that you were looking for any shade to lie in. Simply put...there wasn't any. Just the bare ground, and the huge boulders forming the shoe. One large enough to serve as a comfortable little couch of sorts, which all three girls now sat on together looking out over the valley and the hills beyond.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Rebecca exclaimed.

"Sure as hell is," the three of us said almost in unison, though we weren't looking out over the valley...looking at the three luscious naked women all sitting there together.

"Thank you," Darlene commented catching almost immediately the compliment. "Glad you like, though not too terribly surprised either," she said glancing over at the three of us standing there together, and each one of us with proud firm erections.

"Obviously they don't have sitting here looking at the beautiful scenery on their minds...but something else," Susan noted. "Wonder what that might be?" she then asked as though reading her husband's mind...and ours too for that matter. "I know what he'd like," she then said, peaking interest from her female companions.

"Oh yeah? And what might that be?" My wife asked.

"Go ahead honey...tell her," Susan urged Pete into doing, though he was obviously embarrassed now and reluctant.

"Oh come on Petey," my wife teased him. "You're amongst friends here remember? And besides...it probably is someone's turn to voice what their desires might be. Jeff got his yesterday with the titty-fuck thing. So...it's either you or David, and you might just as well spit it out, we'll wring it out of you eventually anyway."

"Be my guest," I told him. Though even then he still looked a bit nervous and hesitant.

"Oh for heaven's sakes!" Susan said, and then stunned us, reaching over, cupping one of my wife's breasts and began toying with it. "This IS what you had in mind wasn't it honey?" She now asked him, her other hand now slipping down between my wife's legs, as Darlene in turn almost automatically spread them in an effort to better accommodate her efforts.

And all Pete could do was nod his head, though interestingly enough...his cock seemed to be nodding its head too, even more excitedly.

"That's what I thought," Susan giggled though she continued toying with my wife. 

"So...that's what you boys would like to see huh?" Rebecca now said joining in, now reaching over as she sat on the other side of my wife, taking Darlene's other breast in hand playing with it as Susan continued fondling the other one. "A little mutual finger-fucking one another? That about right?" She asked again.

Now all three of us stood there looking at the three of them as they began fondling and fingering one another...nodding our heads.

It was erotically hot standing there watching the three girls fingering one another, continuing to fondle one another's breasts too, with a small violation of the rules being committed perhaps, though none of us complained. Rebecca and Susan both at one point leaning forward, capturing my wife's breasts in their mouths sucking on them simultaneously together. Like I said...none of us seemed to mind that whatsoever when they did.

Thankfully, I had thought to bring along a camera, and with only some minor coaxing, got a few deliciously erotic photos to remember this trip by. The girls quickly getting into it, posing, and even more decadently displaying themselves for us, though the horniness settling in no doubt had something to do with that. The rock was the perfect prop, the three of them sitting on it together, legs spread, bent at the knee. Darlene had each of her hands in the other two women's crotches, fingering their splits respectively, they in turn with their hands down in Darlene's pussy...fingering her. It made for some damn hot fucking pictures. Especially when they switched positions so that everyone got a turn doing that, and getting their pictures taken for future prosperity and enjoyment.

But it was again watching the three of them get one another off that way that was really hot, and had me...along with my two friends, dripping precum like it was raining.

"Well, I guess that makes it our turn again doesn't it?" Darlene mentioned afterwards. She then turned towards the girls and announced "Huddle!" They did so...speaking in hushed tones we couldn't over hear as they now began discussing whatever the hell that it was. "Ok," Darlene said turning back around to face us after they'd obviously come to agreement on whatever it was. "It's your turn to do the same for us."

"Do what?" Pete asked. Though Jeff and I turned facing one another. We both knew without having to ask that.

"You know damn well what!" His wife told him. "You wanted to see us doing that, now we want to see you!"

"And besides," Darlene added jumping in again. "We're out here in the middle of nowhere, with friends...good friends who aren't here to pass judgment or make anything out of something that isn't. We're here to have fun..."

"Be naughty," Rebecca added.

"Yeah, and be naughty. And just like you wanted us to do for you...we're now only asking that you do the same for us is all."

"But...but, we haven't done that since..." Once again Jeff and I looked at one another, sighing.

"Ah ha! I knew it! You've done it before haven't you!" My wife declared grinning from ear to ear.

"Only once," Pete reluctantly admitted to the girls. "That day...with the centerfold."

"No wonder you fucking came so much," My wife stated. "Bet it felt damn good too...having someone else besides yourself stroking that big hard fucking cock of yours didn't it. Bet no one had before then, had they?" She now pressed.

Sheepishly Pete nodded his head no. Though Jeff and I at least had been fortunate enough by that time to have at least been given hand-jobs before then. So it hadn't been our first time doing that...though it had been the first time any of us had ever jerked off another guy before. The first...and the last time any of us had.

"So...shouldn't be that big a problem for you to do it again then should it?" Darlene continued. "Especially if you want to see any of us do that again sometime, or perhaps even a little bit more than that."

Ok...so that got all three of us interested. "Like what else?" I asked curiously.

"We'll talk about it later," Darlene told me. "After the three of us have had a chance to review the rules a little perhaps. But not here, not now...later on this evening maybe. We'll see...no promises."

Susan was looking at my wife, almost hungrily. "Promise? We'll ah...discuss the rule changes later?"

Both Rebecca and my wife laughed. "Yeah...later, we'll discuss them later. But right now, we're waiting to see if the boys are going to man up and play the way we want them to do."

"Oh for hells sakes! It's only a hand-job guys!" Jeff said suddenly reaching over and grabbing my dick. "It's not like we're being asked to do anything else...and certainly not like we haven't done this before, even if it was only once."

"He's right," I said surprised to be agreeing with him, though I admittedly still had my mind wrapped around the additional rule changes later perhaps. "Except with one small minor adjustment here. Makes a bit more sense for Pete perhaps to be in the middle of us." And everyone of course understood the reasoning behind that.

Somewhat reluctantly, and a little embarrassed too perhaps, Pete stood between Jeff and I, one hand on each of us, with Jeff and I placing our hands on his dick as the three of us now stood there jerking one another off while facing towards the girls.

"Ah...one more thing? Since, well since the situation more or less is presenting itself?" Susan questioned.




Tit for Tat



"And that is?" My wife turned asking her.

"Just promise not to laugh, or think I'm weird or anything," Susan began.

"Sorry honey...too late for that, we already know you're weird," Rebecca teased.

Susan frowned at her, but smiled immediately. "Well, given the situation and circumstances here...I always have had this one wild crazy little fantasy, and as strange as it may sound..." she said glaring at the two girls, and then looking towards us. "If it's ever going to happen...now would be the time."

"Once again...what is it?" My wife now asked, curiously aroused by the look on her face, hand down between her own legs again.

"I ah...well. I ah...would like to see, to ah watch...the guys jerking one another off, onto my...ah. Well...my pussy! That's what!"

"That's it?" Darlene laughed. Hell baby, that's not so weird, I'd fucking love seeing them do that myself! Well boys? How about it then?" She said turning towards us. "Think we can accommodate doing that...don't you?"

"I think the we...is us," I said grinning back at my wife. "But yeah...that might even help things a little here," I freely admitted as we then readjusted our position a little, now standing more directly in front of Susan as she laid back on the rock, once again bending her knees, spreading herself.

"So whenever one of you is ready to you know...squirt, then step up, aim it...and let fly," she giggled hotly.

It was admittedly interesting, standing there getting jerked off, and doing the same to Pete, with the girls looking on, all three now once again touching themselves, and occasionally one another, again looking at us as we stood doing the same. To my surprise, I felt my orgasm approach, this time even before Jeff did, which wasn't usually the case. And though I didn't exactly announce it, I stepped forward a little, not touching, but damn close perhaps as Pete actually aimed my cock down at the opening of his wife's cunt.

"Oh fuck that looks hot!" Susan said now sitting up so she could better see it, watch it when it happened, though half the fun and pleasure for her, was seeing her husband actually standing there jerking me off against her. Especially when I started shooting. "Oh yeah...pump it baby, pump it! Milk it for me sweetie, milk that hot hard cock for me baby, make it squirt all over your wife's naughty dirty pussy!"

Pete was still shaking off the last few dribbles of cum from my cock against his wife's pussy when Jeff moved forward. Stepping back and out of the way now, Pete finished Jeff off, likewise jacking him against her, as we all sat or stood watching Jeff's prick suddenly erupt, bathing Susan's cunt in even more juice, which now looked saturated, white tendrils of cream starting to drip, hanging down from her like ice-cycles on a cold snowy day.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She cried out seeing most of it, and now using her own fingers to play in it with as she went about smearing her exposed clit with our combined spunk, teasing and pleasuring herself. "Come on baby! Come on! Drench me...it's your turn!"

Pete looked back and forth between Jeff and I. "Whenever you're ready...I am," he sheepishly grinned once again. With both of us placing our hands around his enormously thick cock, Jeff and I in unison began jacking it, working it...pumping it up and down, though we both got into actually rubbing it against her as well. Further smearing about the combination of our recent spendings, tickling her clit with her husband's prick until he finally grunted and let go. It was almost as much as the first time we'd seen him shoot off. Not quite..but almost. Even then, it was like giving her a spray with a can of shaving cream to some extent. Within moments...you couldn't even see her cunt any more, thickly coated with the copious amount of cream the three of us had given her.

"Before we leave here, most likely sometime tomorrow perhaps...I want to feel that myself!" My wife openly admitted. "That...was fucking hot!"

I didn't say it...but I was thinking it. It had been.

**

We took a much needed break after that, digging out the snacks and the wine we had brought along. Spreading out the large blanket that Pete had packed up, we sat enjoying a nice little picnic in the nude together, the sun warm to the touch as we sat eating enjoying one another's company.

"Who'd have thought that the weekend would have turned out like this?" I said aloud to no one in particular, though everyone agreed, so far it had. So far it had turned out to be incredibly erotic. And amazingly, sitting there naked like we were felt more comfortable than anyone could have ever imagined. 

After a reasonable amount of time to recover had passed, Darlene let me know she was ready for some serious rock fucking. "Don't mind us," she snickered leading me over to one of the large stones so she could lean up against it, with me standing behind her. "But I'm horny...and it's time hubby here took care of that!"

In seconds, I was inside my wife, slowly fucking her from behind, reaching around, caressing her breasts, and enjoying the feel of that hot luscious cunt of hers bathing my cock as I slid in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Fuck...me too now!" Rebecca announced standing. "I need some dick!" Walking over to plant herself down next to us, using the adjoining rock, she placed herself in an almost identical position as Jeff grinned, easing himself inside his wife, now joining the two of us as we continued to stand there fucking, watching one another.

Quite naturally then...seconds later. Susan and Pete joined us as well.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, echoing just a bit there between the rocks added to the carnal sensuality of the moment. Hearing the pleasured sighs, groans and moans we each made, not to mention the wet slippery sounds all of us had begun making, intensified the combined coupling as we hammered away, laughing, still moaning and groaning until like dominos falling, we each began climaxing together.

Still weak in the knees, I had stepped back, enjoying the sight of my cum running down the inside of my wife's legs, her own precious squirt having added to that perhaps, the ground beneath us saturated now with her own free flowing juices.

"Nice little puddle you made there," I laughed along with her as we all began straightening ourselves up, repacking...and preparing to head back.

"Yeah, too bad we can't stay for the sunset, but...best head back now while it's still daylight and warm. Too damn cold later to be walking around out here like this," Darlene reluctantly informed everyone. "Though...after dinner this evening, and a few more margaritas perhaps...we'll have time, the girls and I, to discuss any rule changes to the rest of the evening...and tomorrow perhaps."

"Whatever you decide baby," I told her. "Tit for tat!" She winked at me, smiling back and nodded her head.

I turned looking towards my two friends. Pete Jeff and I all looking at one another, smiles on our faces. At this point, we all knew...whatever the girls were good with...so were we. Tit for tat.

**



Tit for Tat



Author's note: this story follows characters first introduced in "Crafting the Perfect Story," followed by their adventures in "Tickled Pink." This is designed to be read alone or for added enjoyment, in conjunctions with their first two stories.




Nearly home from their weekend ritual of neighborhood bakery for coffee and pastries, James allowed Andrea the lead, an action she mistook for manners. It actually afforded James one of his favorite views. He couldn't help but stare at her perfectly perky round little bottom swaying back and forth between those slender hips. Her stretchy yoga pants subtly accentuating its bubbliness made it all the more bitable. 

Playfully, he paddled it a few times as they climbed the steps to their quintessential suburbia home. The material clung so snuggly her panty line was visible; if they'd gone somewhere fancy, he might have told her, but, as is, it gave her this quaint, clumsy, nerdy appeal James found very sexy while wondering what funky pair she had underneath. 

"What's that?" asked his wife Andrea, referencing the box propped against their door, "Did you buy something recently?"

"Nope, not me," answered James before sarcastically adding, "You didn't order more clothes?" 

"No," retorted Andrea exasperatedly shaking her head.

James picked the up box and carried it inside suggesting, "We might as well find out what's inside." The box was light and roughly the size of a puzzle box, so with a quick scissor swipe, its contents were revealed. As he tore the last bit of brown wrapping paper off, he was greeted by a flyer.

"Congratulations, you have been selected to partake in a product research trial. You have the exclusive opportunity to test our newest game before it is released to the public. You are part of a specifically chosen segment of the market, so your participation and feedback are crucial to our development department," exclaimed the brightly colored and apparently professionally designed pamphlet. 

"We need real world couples to play and note what they liked or didn't so we can make this game the best it can be. Play the game, send us your thoughts in the provided self-addressed stamped envelope, and the game is yours to keep as a token of our appreciation!" 

The box's drab olive color was only broken by its title, "Tit for Tat," written in white cursive script which failed to elicit much enthusiasm.

"What'd we get?" asked Andrea as she walked by.

"Oh, it's some game they want us to try and then tell them what we think; you wanna play?"

"Hum, sure, I'm game. Why don't you read the instructions while I take a shower, I feel a little sweaty and sticky, and when I get back you can explain it to me?"

"Yeah, okay, sounds good," responded James, his attention now focused on the box.

Supposedly, it was "A game of progressively rising stakes sure to break the ice." When he flipped it over to read more, all he found was a quick generic blurb containing all the usual board game clichés:

An exciting, safe alternative to boredom!

Guaranteed to make parties more interesting!

Fun for the whole family!

A different game each time you play!

Even wallflowers will be entangled in the fun.

And couples will find it particularly bonding.

...etc./et al.

As he read through the directions, James found that each player secretly picks something they want from the other players; for instance, player one could pick, "make dinner for me." Then in the order determined by the die, player one chooses a dare to send other players on. 

A dare could include anything non-life threatening or illegal. So, for instance, it could be, "eat a spoon full of cinnamon." Each round players complete increases the number of times they get their reward. So, if player one completes five rounds and wins, he will receive five home cooked meals from the other players. Players are dropped from the game when they refuse or fail to complete a dare.

When Andrea returned from her shower, her red hair still damp and darkened, hanging freely to her shoulders in rivulets, sporting a midriff exposing halter top and a fresh pair of lounge pants, she stated, "Well, we've got nothing else going on this afternoon; I'm willing to play at least one round," then asked, "Where's the board?"

Once James explained the rules, she agreed it seemed pretty simple and straightforward. "Oh, I think they have a real winner on their hands," mocked Andrea considering the game's lack of production value or apparent originality. "It sounds like a needlessly glorified version of Truth or Dare," she skeptically noted.

Handing her a note pad, James directed her to write her reward while he wrote down his. 

"Hum..." they considered in unison. 

"I think I have mine," exclaimed James.

"What'd you pick," asked Andrea hoping to gage her idea off his.

"You'll have to wait and find out," explained James, "only after choices are set in stone, or ink, are they shared with other players," he recited from the text. Finally, pleased with something, Andrea wrote hers down.

"So what'd ya pick?" queried James.

"Full body massage, from head to toe and everything in-between, that means my feet and my head," clarified Andrea. "How about you?"

"Blow jobs," brusquely shared James. 

BJs are James's favorite thing: sexual gratification without any effort, just sit back and enjoy the sucks, slurps, and slippery licks. When they were first dating, Andrea would give them on a fairly regular basis, in fact she even claimed to be a swallower. James always does his best to keep it nice and tidy down there and only aims for them if he's showered lately. It seems like the least he could do; he expects nothing less from her if she wants oral. 

But, as the years progressed, James received fewer and fewer. Though, there was that one time recently, but it didn't count because it wasn't with freewill. Excluding that one time, she has never once fulfilled her promise of swallowing. 

"What!?" exclaimed Andrea a little taken-a-back by his risqué choice, obviously not expecting that answer.

"What? The directions never said I couldn't pick that," defended James.

"But I thought you said this was a family friendly game." 

"Well when your parents visit I'll pick something different...though your mom's still pretty—oww!" stopped James as Andrea playfully hit him.

"Yeah, well it doesn't matter anyway; I'm gonna win!" she concluded. 

"I'd quit talking smack, you'd hate to wear out your mouth; you're going to need it at full strength later tonight," warned James with a smug smile.

Before rolling the die to determine turn order, James shared one additional rule, "No nullifying the consequences of any dares. So, taking our earlier example, if you eat that spoonful of cinnamon, you can't wash it out with water." James also delivered the only warning the directions offered, "Be cautious of your dares. When other players complete their tasks, they'll usually send you off on something of equal or greater value. The key to winning is going far, just not too far." After rolling the die, James got to start the first dare, "I dare you to come over here and bend over my lap—you've been a naughty girl, so you need to be punished," he mischievously said. 

Slowly, she came over and kneeled at his side. Leaning over his lap placed her soft breasts on his thigh, as her arms dangling over its side, and her torso rested atop his crotch. She turned her head away bashfully. Sure he'd given her butt slaps as he traveled behind them up stairs, but he's never "punished" her through spanking before. He rubbed her cheeks for just a second, as if setting his aim the way a batter practice swings at air, before drawing his hand back and coming down hard on her ass—harder then she expected. 

James was also a little surprised as the resounding "slap" echoed in the room. Andrea was convinced any protested would be in vain, she would have to endure, unless she wanted to call it quits already and lose control of her mouth and have it used for his pleasure. "I'm sure he'll lose his nerve before I lose mine," she assured herself. 

As he continued, she felt like a little schoolgirl in some sleazy 70s euro erotica film. After about five solid slaps of varying force, James finally felt he'd found his groove, so he paused. Relieved to think this demeaning act over, Andrea took a sigh of relief. 

"Well, now that I'm warmed up and have my aim down, it's time to drop those drawers," explained James. Andrea knew it had been too easy (though her ass felt differently). Down came her pants revealing a silly pair of Hello Kitty boy shorts. Obviously pleased with her immature choice of undies, James reached under the elastic and snapped it while simultaneously sneaking one hand forward and down the front of her panties to rub her nub, "Keep going."

With that, her modesty dropped to her ankles. The brightly colored bunch of cotton did little to conceal the wet patch already soaked into the crotch. Traveling up her pale thin thighs James' enjoyed the way Andrea'd managed to clamp her knees together presumably to conceal her wet waterworks. 

Placing his hand on the small of her back, James nudged a return to her previous suppliant position just in time to continue his onslaught. He certainly wasn't cruel or violent, he loved her so he kept it reasonable, but still both sets of Andrea's cheeks reddened and her butt ones became sore under the swats. "He must be enjoying it," mused Andrea as she felt a hard-on rising through his pants against her tight tummy. 

She was right; James was enjoying it. He was able to finally channel all of his marital frustrations and punish her for all the things she did that got on his nerves: leaving 20 pairs of shoes scattered around the house (Hell, owning 20 pairs of shoes), not putting things back where they belong—papers, wrappers, clothes—all randomly strewn throughout the house, pens without the caps or failed to be clicked away, etc, but mostly because she was at his guiltless mercy. 

It may have hurt, but Andrea did notice herself getting a little wetter. "Why on earth?" she wondered frustrated, "Do I really love being dominated?" 

This dampening didn't escape James' notice. "She's actually enjoying this! Maybe I married more of a freak than I thought!" James noted gleefully to himself. He paused while considering the possibility, providing her the opportunity she needed to quickly get up and pull up her panties and pants and announce it was her turn. "Fine," thought James, "give me your best shot."

"Get naked; I'll be right back," she directed before turning to leave the room. When she noticed him eyeing the open curtains, she added, "and don't you dare touch those blinds." His heart's pace increased as he thought of all the things she could be off to retrieve. But, after a few minutes, as he heard her feet descending the steps, he knew failing to be nude by the time she returned could be counted as failure to comply which would force him into backrubs and no blow jobs, so he quickly stripped. 

She was pleased to see him standing in their living room sheepishly covering his cock with his hands. Out from behind her, Andrea pulled their camera, "Let's take a few shots for posterity sake, maybe we could even send them in with our review, they'd give the creators an idea of where some perverts might take their game." Little did James know Andrea was amassing quite a collection of such photos. 

"Drop those hands to your sides, let me see what you're trying to hide, and if you try to cover or conceal anything during this photo shoot, it'll count as a forfeit of the game," directed Andrea.

She took shots of his deflated dick, she posed him all over the room, she even had him masturbate to full erection in front of her before having him turn around and pull his cheeks apart exposing his puckered hole to her. In fact, it was the uncharacteristic attention she was giving his ass causing him the most concern.

"Where would she develop these pics? Would she secretly show her girlfriends? What happens, Heaven forbid, if they broke up? Would she post them on the internet?" were some of the fears coursing through his brain. For a moment, he even pleasantly wondered if she'd use them as fodder for her "personal times." Almost completely pleased with the number and variety she'd taken, she ended her turn and gave control back to him. She wanted to take more, but it had hit her: she really needed to take a leak. 

Their Sunday breakfast practice customarily involved lingering chit chatting at the coffeeshop while reading the local independent newspaper. This particular morning, Andrea had not only drank her usual venti caramel macchiato, but also went back for a second and third. And, about halfway through the impromptu photo shoot, those 60 full ounces of coffee suddenly rushed through her and filled her bladder to nearly bursting. 

"Hey, I gotta 'go' while you think up your next move," said Andrea before giving James a kiss on the forehead, "I'll be right back, and don't even think of putting your clothes back on."

"Hold up," James directed, looking like he was trying to find the best way to word a difficult concept.

"Why?" whined Andrea, impatiently bouncing up and down a couple of times, frustrated by his delay. 

"Because, you're not going anywhere; that's my move," explained James, satisfied with the succinct explanation.

"What?" asked Andrea, unsure of why she couldn't leave when all she really needed to do was go to the bathroom. "Quit messing around; I really have to go," pleaded Andrea.

"I guess you'll have to wet yourself then," informed James with a schoolboy grin.

"You gotta be kidding me. You want me to tinkle in my pants while you watch?" clarified Andrea.

"Hey, it's not my fault if you can't hold it like an adult," shrugged James, "and to answer your question, nope, not kidding, and yep, that is what I expect will happen, unless you want to give up. I'd recommend 'going' in the kitchen," suggested James.

James seated himself and rubbed his hands together waiting for the show while Andrea reluctantly stood displayed in the middle of the kitchen linoleum, unsure of why James was so gleeful of her predicament. 

Fearing her judgment condemning or disapproving his kinky fetishes, he'd always kept them to himself. However, now was his chance; any deviation from the norm could be explained away as the point of the game was to get her to give up or refuse. 

James shared his peeing fetish with her one drunken night back in college. She "let" him watch her "go" that night; however, she's never offered a show since and he's been too embarrassed to ask. 

He couldn't explain why girls peeing excited him so much; maybe it had something to do with their discomfort and embarrassment from having the private way most people handled this action bungled. It is like a rare glimpse of something you're not supposed to see—kind of like being a voyeur in the girl's locker room.

Andrea slowly realized he wasn't just enjoying the desperation, he was also looking forward to the inevitable and unavoidable accident. Winning this challenge was going to be both a mental and physical battle.

"Gosh, I am so thirsty, maybe I'll pour myself a glass of water," James informed her before barely turning on the faucet leaving it at just a trickling torture, pressuring her with sound of the stream hitting their stainless steel sink as he retrieved a glass. After filling his glass and taking a few audibly satisfying gulps, he noticed his error. "Woops, forgot it," teased James as he looked at the still tinkling sink; he "accidentally" turned it up to full before turning it off.

Andrea was doing anything and everything she could to stem the tide. She began crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting weight from one leg to the next, doing squats, and even embarrassingly grabbing her crotch all accompanied by sounds of frustration and desperation. 

"Ahh, if you don't let me go soon, I'm gonna piss myself," Andrea explained.

"Uh-oh, that would be embarrassing," said James, his cock rising in unison with the corners of his lips.

It was then Andrea remembered James didn't just want to see her suffer and squirm; he wanted to see her lose control...of her bladder. "Maybe I can wait him out," Andrea hoped to herself, "He is bound to get tired of watching me do the pee prance." However, James could watch her desperation dance all day.

Feeling her bladder give way with a few squirts, frantic panic filled her. Resigned now, Andrea did her best to force her body to let loose even though her pants and panties were still up, something 20+ years of training fought against. However, it was harder than she thought to override her body's inhibition. Faced with the choice of wetting herself or peeing in full public view, Andrea wanted to pick the one that'd give James the least satisfaction, but deep down she knew he'd enjoy either outcome, "Hell, he'll probably out cum himself." She finally decided to just pee in front of him rather than wet herself like a little girl. Frantically, she began undoing the drawstring keeping her yoga pants above her narrow hips before it was too late. 

The desperation of her situation made it very hard to focus on the tightly tied cotton. She felt distraught, like those girls from the female desperation site she found in James' browser history. She only managed to get them halfway down her thighs when her bladder finally gave way. A mixture of relief and mortifying humiliation washed over her face as urine splashed over her Kitten clad cotton and into her Lycra loungers.

As the stream began to flow there became no way to dam its spread as it soaked through and ran down her legs, darkening her pants before pooling around her feet. Mortifying would only begin to describe it. The shock and shame sent her to her hands and knees giving James the perfect view of the dwindling flow dripping out of her urethra...trickling till it stopped.

Andrea was sure James should be disgusted with her; however, the rock hard cock between his thighs told a different story. The initially pleasant warmth quickly dissipated leaving her standing awkwardly in the kitchen. However, as the rules stated, she couldn't do anything about it.

"You can keep your clothes around your ankles and walk around awkwardly for the rest of the game, or I'll let you pull them up," smiled James with the offer he probably felt was generous. "Wet clothing was better than none," thought Andrea as she shuddered from the damp material touching and resting against her privates. 

It was her turn now, so Andrea informed James, "You better lie on your back on the couch and close your eyes for this one." Knowing his butthole was out of reach, James took a sigh of relief. Doing as he was told, he felt Andrea climb on the couch, possibly straddling him. "Ah, some classic girl on top sex," thought James; however she seemed a little far up the couch to successfully mount his still engorged manhood. 

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!" exclaimed Andrea. As James opened his eyes, he wasn't met with the sight of her face as he expected or even the back of her head (if she desired reverse cowgirl), but rather he got an eyeful of butt. A little taken back, but undeterred and now pretty sure of where this was going, James informed Andrea that she'd have to scoot up a little so his tongue could reach her sex. Andrea reassured him, "No, I think you're tongue is right in range of its target." A little slow on the uptake, James paused until what she meant sunk in.

"Her butt. She wants me to lick her butt. Is she serious?" James worried to himself. When she didn't waiver, he realized that is exactly what she was expecting. Now this was pretty extreme in James' mind. But, James was mistaken to think they'd never gone this kinky before. Andrea, however, remembered vividly the since of power and dominance she felt when she'd hypnotized him and made him lick up his cum as he tossed her salad. Then again, a lot of today's activities had been multiple levels more kinky than anything they'd ever fathomed doing before. 




Tit for Tat



"I guess that is the point of this game: to get us out of our stale comfort zones, but really...her poop shoot?" pondered James. Considering his choices, James realized there really weren't many. If he didn't lick, he'd have to go without his blow jobs and spend inordinate amounts of time rubbing out her knots instead of rubbing his own down her throat. 

There it was, an inch or two above his face, slowly bobbing back and forth as Andrea steadied herself over his face. It did appear nicely shaved and clean—thank God for Andrea's unwavering sense of hygiene and personal upkeep. "Will it taste like poop—what does poop even taste like?" mulled James. Andrea was enjoying his hesitation; she would've given a fair amount to know what was going on inside his head: "What he was thinking? Would he give up or go through with it?"

Unsure of how James was going to react to this one, Andrea waited patiently, and was surprised by the sudden tentative wet dart of his tongue on her derrière. She'd always secretly enjoyed it when he'd sneak a finger around her asshole during sex, but this was a truly different, seldom sensed, sensation. And she had to admit, she liked it. 

Relieved to find it wasn't at all as unpleasant as he feared, James began giving her the full oral experience he'd perfected over the years of going down on her. His tongue circled the outside before cautiously infiltrating inside. 

Just as James had become aroused by Andrea's watersports, so too did Andrea with this ruckus on her tuckus. As he continued his exploration, Andrea continued soaking her pussy wetly; her legs even gave way as his erect tongue penetrated her hole. This naughty invasion sent her over the edge causing a torrent of her juices to stream forth soaking his neck and chest. A climax undeniably ended her turn, so James began to consider his move.

It was his turn, and after her most recent indiscretion, Andrea feared what he might have in-store for her. But, before he could pick something, the doorbell rang. Panic struck both of their faces as they suddenly became aware someone might realize just how deprived they'd become. "I'm not answering it like this," whispered James indicating his nudity, "but you are," he quickly concluded as a smile spread across his face realizing the ramifications of his move from the concealed corner of the room. 

All Andrea had to wear were her still wet knickers, unless she answered the door bottomless, but that was out of the question, and there was no hiding the fact she'd recently had an "accident." Her face became pale as she realized she didn't have much of a choice. "I can't," she whispered, signifying the condition of her pants as explanation.

"So you give up?" asked James. Andrea knew he'd love nothing more than to milk his reward multiple times into her mouth, so she couldn't afford to lose, plus she already knew how she intended to end this game, but only after chalking up enough points to thoroughly enjoy her victory. 

Hoping to dear God it wasn't anyone they knew, Andrea reluctantly walked towards the door. "Maybe it'll be quick and they won't notice," Andrea vainly wished. On their door step, of all people, were two you guys in white shirts, black ties, and slacks—Mormons—clearly on their mission. It didn't take long after their initial cheery greeting for their eyes to drift down and notice Andrea's mortifying state. They were taken-a-back by her outfit, clearly sapping the steam from their presentation. Perplexed, obviously frantically grasping for any benign explanation for her current state, the two boys just stared with their mouths agape. Simultaneously Andrea's mind raced to find some way she could explain away her condition.

Neither party reached an adequate response, so Andrea, the brightest shade of red, finally blurted "We're happy with our current religion, please don't come back," while she slammed the door defeated. She truly hoped they heeded her request and never returned because she had no idea how she could possibly face them again. From the corner of the living room, perfectly out of view from the doorway; James could hardly stifle his laughs.

It was her turn next; and as she walked bow legged upstairs trying her best to keep the clingy wet material off her skin, she turned to inform James she'd "be right back," before sadistically smiling. When Andrea finally returned, she was carrying her vibrator: Busy Buzzer, the one they bought together the year before their wedding when jobs placed them miles apart. Back then, James was still teaching high school English, just like her, but he was stuck in a dead end town in the middle of nowhere while she taught on the Eastside of the state. Being almost two hours apart meant they only saw each other on the weekends and Andrea's cooter got understandably lonely during the week. 

Perplexed, James wondered how the little pink toy could possibly tie into his task. "Oh, do you want me to use that on you?" he asked hopeful it would be that easy. James never felt jealousy towards the placating piece of plastic since Andrea preferred the (his) real thing, but the vindictive look in her eyes gave James pause and for once he felt threatened by its potential prostate poking power.

"Nope, but I do want you to bend over and grab your ankles," Andrea directed James hardly able to stifle her vengeful smile.

"Why...?" James asked with fear beginning to build inside him.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough."

With great apprehension and a pretty solid idea of what was coming next, James did as he was told fearing the consequence more than the impending event. Finally resigned to his fate he feebly requested "At least be gentle..."

"Oh, don't worry; you're going to be the one inserting it. I just hope you'll be as gentle as you were my first time."

With that statement James' heart sank remembering back to the first time Andrea finally acquiesced to his persistent requests to "just try it (anal)" explaining that he'd "seen lots of girls online apparently enjoying it." They tried it in the shower since the water was bound to "...act as a lubricant." Even though that theory didn't pan out, James continued, undeterred, despite her whimpers. In fact, he strangely enjoyed the power and control he had. He didn't stop until he got what he wanted and left her to push out a cum filled dump in the shower. He always worried that choice would bite him in the butt one day; he just didn't realize it would be literally.

She was at least kind enough to have brought the petroleum jelly with her; as she smeared it across his virgin hole, she mentioned how, "...adequate lube is very important when you try to stick something up an ass for the first time." He felt like he was about to receive some embarrassing medical procedure. Since she now had the power and control, she steadily and relentlessly began to insert her middle finger. "Here, let me help you loosen it up," she insincerely offered. Andrea certainly wasn't going to back down, so it was up to him. James did his best to relax to make the process easier, but his anal aversion was getting in the way. 

Desiring a fair amount of revenge for being forced to piss herself and then let others see, Andrea redoubled her effort, and secretly placed her pointer finger beside her middle and with a sudden shove, managed to get both fingers to poke through his bum. Surprised by the size and force, James gasped sharply causing his body to tense, only exacerbating the situation. Undeterred, Andrea cruelly continued her anal onslaught until, slowly "butt" surely she stuffed both digits as far inside as they'd go. She finger fucked him for a while, "...just to insure the lube is spread around evenly." 

Seeing his cock begin to involuntarily fill with blood, Andrea knew it was the best time to humiliate him further by reminding him of his end of the bargain. "I think it is time you stick this (holding up her Buzzing Buddy) where it belongs," directed Andrea as she handed him the pink pipe. 

It would be one thing if she forced her dildo up there—he'd be the victim in an anal violation, but actually having to be the perpetrator of your own deflowering was a totally different implication. As he applied pressure with her pink vibrator to his rear the initial force just pushed him forward since his puckered anus wouldn't open; however; when he couldn't move forward any more, he knew the gig was up and something would have to budge. Practicing his yoga breathing, James put his mind elsewhere and relaxed enough to let it pierce his ring. Once he slowly brought it inside a ways, Andrea added insult to injury by turning it on. 

She "helped" by keeping it stuffed as it buzzed away in his butt, since James' natural reaction was to try to push it out. James mortifyingly felt his penis begin to uncontrollably harden. His ass hurt, no doubt, but there was something about the fullness that did feel good. He also liked being dominated; he liked Andrea being powerful and bossy. They both knew he wasn't secretly gay, but something about the stimulation on top of the day's other erotic events had caused him to feel very horny. 

Mockingly, Andrea suggested "Maybe we should add this to our usual repertoire," as she reached around and gave him a few toying tugs. "Do you like things shoved in your innocent ass without your direct permission or consent?" she rhetorically asked, almost as though she was referencing something. "Now you'll find out why I am only lukewarm when you suggest this," said Andrea giving it a heartless push with her palm to its limit. "Ahh," was all James could muster as it slid further than he ever expected, not missing a beat in its quivering. 

After feeling she'd dominated him enough and fearing much more would cause him to lose his load all over the couch cushions, Andrea slowly withdrew her fake plastic dick, still running to ensure it would tickle his freshly violated hole as it escaped. It took a moment for his ass to return to its normal size. Andrea watched in amusement as she finally felt they were even for his previous lack of consideration and control. She smiled to herself realizing she'd just sodomized her husband and he obviously unwillingly, or maybe secretly willing, enjoyed it. She now understood the satisfaction of having someone at your mercy. 

He awkwardly straightened himself as though a stick was still up his ass and gingerly walked naked to the corner of the living room with the greasy residue of lube still on his cheeks. He knew he was going to have to wrap this game up soon; they were both beginning to go pretty kinky and he feared just how far this game might go if he didn't think of something too extreme for Andrea soon. They'd each completed three events totaling six rewards, which would be a nice even number of blow jobs he could spread out over the next month—it was time for his grand finale. 

As he whiped the jelly off his ass with a paper towel from the kitchen, James informed Andrea that, "You have to take an enema." 

"What?!" she exclaimed certainly not seeing that one coming. Andrea had never had an enema before, never for constipation, a medical procedure...or fun...? She would never have guessed this perverted, disgusting fetish had even crossed her seemingly normal-ish husband's mind before.

However, from her shock, James realized he'd won. "There is no way she'll agree to this one," he pleasantly thought to himself before asking her how she could "...refuse such an outwardly easy and medically beneficial move after viciously ramming your dildo up my ass?" 

"If you remember, you were the one who did the ramming, and looking at your cock," pointing at his resilient rise, "it couldn't have been too bad," countered Andrea. 

"Do we even have the supplies?" asked Andrea hoping they wouldn't so she'd be free and clear and he'd be the loser.

"Yeah, it came with the water bag we use for sore muscles," gleefully informed James knowing they did before he even suggested it. 

However, James' jaw hit the floor when Andrea said, "Fine, I'll do it," with a confident smile, "I could use a good flush."

Following the sway of his wife's wet patch, they walked upstairs. "She was supposed to give up and blow me, not go for it—now what..?" fretted James. "Um, get on all fours in our bath tub...? I'll get it ready..." directed James, making it up as he went along. After reading the directions, James concluded it seemed pretty straight forward as he looked down at his doggie styled obviously prepared wife with her wet undies and knickers bunched around her ankles. 

He filled the bag with warm water then hung it on the shower rod and lubed the nozzle before gingerly inserting it in her rear. Andrea wasn't prepared for the sudden flow to fill her ass so quickly once James turned the release valve. It wasn't painful, just weird. She'd always expelled things from her ass, seldom had it filled. Emptying the entire bag inside caused her to be filled to the brim. Neither really knew how to "do" an enema. Those were always the videos and stories they never clicked on. However, once James finally removed the syringe, Andrea was already having a hard time holding it all in. 

"What am I supposed to do now?" frantically asked Andrea. Vigorously reading the directions, James concluded she needed to "hold it for as long as you can and once you can't any more...go poop...?" Glaring at him for getting her in this situation when he didn't even know how to perform one properly, Andrea waited and stewed. 

"I feel sloshy, like I just drank too much water, but instead of filling my tummy it's all in my butt, trying to leak out, is this normal?" asked Andrea. Suddenly aware she couldn't hold it a second longer, Andrea scrambled out of the tub and sat on the toilet, in front of James, blushing and wishing he'd turn away, right before it all burst loose. 

There she was, with her pants around her ankles, squirming on the toilet with varying expressions of panic, desperation, and relief. However, beneath the disheveled bangs covering part of her face spread an expression of fierce resolve.

Mortified to lose control of her two most private and intimate bodily functions in front of her husband, both in the same day, Andrea begged James to "Please quit watching," right before another bowel movement incapacitated her.

Smugly, James told her to, "Make me." Shuffling with her pants at her ankles, Andrea made it about halfway to the doorway before she grabbed her stomach and was forced to backtrack. Helplessly wide eyed in terror of the unknown and then moaning in relief, Andrea was at a loss.

About the time the disgusting expulsion noises from her bowels came to an end, it dawned on James he probably just made a big mistake. Unbelievably, Andrea found it felt good. Maybe not sexy good, but the type of good you get from finally getting to pee after holding it for far too long. In fact, she'd never felt so light and clean before, which was almost enough. 

"She wasn't supposed to do this—what was she going to think up for me?" became James' internal concern. Wiping herself summarily clean, Andrea exclaimed "I'll be right back," as the toilet flushed away and she trotted nakedly downstairs.

The sound of something being repeated slapped into her palm increased as she progressed ever closer to the bathroom. "Now, don't get all butt hurt about this," suggested James while looking at the supplies still hanging off their shower rod and suddenly realizing how poor his wording was. "You know the point of the game is to get the other to give up...? I was just being competitive...like you..." Rounding the corned, Andrea informed him, "Oh, I'll show you butt hurt," as she presented a fresh zucchini in her hands.

"You gonna make me eat that?" anxiously asked James, "You know I hate zucchini."

"Yeah, but does your butt feel the same way?" questioned Andrea, "Because mine doesn't feel the same anymore." 

James cringed as Andrea accurately recounted, in excruciating detail, everything he'd done to her while she was under his hypnotic possession from the internet direct kit he received a couple of weeks ago. "I thought you were hypnotized; how did you find out?" became a silly question once she informed him of exactly what he'd done to her unwilling body while she was possessed. 

Knowing his goose was somehow unbelievably cooked; James asked blankly, "How'd you find out? I never told you." Andrea made his question moot, by vehemently reminding him he'd, "...taken advantage of me, you had your way with my incapacitated body!" Sure, in the course of explaining how she knew, she had to admit she'd hypnotized him too, but it was okay because, "...you told me everything you did, why you did it, and how it made you feel."

"You can't be mad: you weren't supposed to remember," defended James. 

"Oh, so that'd make it okay?" rhetorically asked Andrea, "What I don't know or can't remember doesn't hurt me? Well, you're wrong, my ass hurt and I didn't poop right for the rest of the week!" letting her pent up resentment free. "However, don't worry, you're not going to have to consume this innocent squash; I am gonna make your ass eat it!" 

"That's a little extreme—don't you think?" questioned James as he put his hands up and backed towards the shower, bonking his head on the still hanging enema bag.

"You didn't have those thoughts when it was my ass in the line of fire!"

"Well, if anything, there is no way that will it fit in my butt, just look at it," said James pointing at the abnormally large squash. 

"Oh, so my ass is naturally looser and can accept objects of this magnitude?" Andrea fired back.

"Well, no, I didn't mean it like that...uh...asses aren't designed to take something so large." 

"Oh yeah, why don't you tell that to mine?" shot down Andrea, easily defeating each of his pathetic attempts to assuage her anger, "Don't worry, where there's a will there's a way."

With his options limited James knew his only recourse was to throw a Hail Mary, "Double or nothing?"

"What?" asked Andrea temporarily intrigued by his offer, "What do you have in mind?"

"Just like I said 'double' or nothing," clarified James, "You pass this final dare and you receive double the number of backrubs, I win and that zucchini stays out of my butt and this hypnotism business never rears its head again—we're even, free and clear. And, we agree to keep vegetables out of our love life."

"What will I have to do?" questioningly asked Andrea, "Nothing gross—right?"

"Just like I said, 'double' or nothing—take it or leave it."

"If I say 'no,' what then?"

"I'll quit and let you win and you can have your minuscule number of backrubs, but not nearly as many as you have the chance to win right now."

As tempting as the idea of taking her winnings now and walking away was, Andrea couldn't deny how much better doubling their number would make her feel, plus, eyeing the red rubber bag, he has got to be running out of ideas, "Okay, deal."

Pleased to be led to their bedroom, Andrea relaxed since nothing too disgusting could transpire there—at least she hoped not. "Why don't you get undressed and lay down on the bed, and I'll give you a free back massage for all you've been through today," uncharacteristically offered James with an untrustworthy smile.

Andrea knew it sounded too good to be true, but she was blinded by the light of a free massage. She felt strangely pleased to have such a clean ass sticking up from the comforter to present to her husband. In fact, she'd even stuffed a pillow underneath her crotch to raise her tiny tush a little higher giving her the impression of having more of a badunkadunk than usual. Even the sheets felt great against her bare breasts as well as the feel of their fleece blanket softly rubbing against her clit as she squirmed awaiting his return. 




Tit for Tat



She'd nearly drifted off before suddenly feeling his strong hands rubbing the arches of her feet then working the knots out of her ankles, calves, thighs, and momentarily her butt cheeks. The only warning she had was the muffled click of a cap before the cold scented oil was pooled in the small of her back. James spread it around her entire backside, rubbing out her common knots. As he worked across her bra line his hands slipped down the sides of her chest and rubbed the edges of her breasts kneading them far less than they needed. 

Just as Andrea was about to forgive him for all he'd done today, as well as in the past, she suddenly felt his thumbs sneak some oil between her crack. However, it was most likely an accidental slip, she was so oily, and he continued across the rest of her back.

To kiss her ears, James had to slide up her backside which rested his cock between her cheeks. She could tell he was naked and hard, which flattered her: what a nice thought—her husband got an erection from doting on her. But each reaming of her shoulder knots elicited a painful moan from Andrea which coincided with a downward thrust from his groin. The underside of his cock kept bumping the opening of her bum stirring up mixed feelings. 

When she felt his thighs slide down her own, she assumed he was readjusting so he could hit her lower portion—which to a point was true. Spreading her cheeks apart, James savored the sight of her puckered hole before sliding forward and down, poking for the first time that day inside her twat. James was obviously pent up as he pounded away instead of utilize his technique of shallow thrusts followed by a deep penetration. She nearly protested when his thumb pressed on her bunghole, but it slipped in before she had a chance, derailing her train of thought. It did make his earlier oily slip up suddenly become a highly planned deposit for later. 

Pressing down with his thumb, James was able to feel through her thin membrane to the top of his cock sliding back and forth inside her, just one story below. Pulling out, James reached behind himself and collected his waiting penetration pal.

"Argh, put it back in," demanded Andrea, frustrated, as she thrust backwards hoping to catch his cock and entice it back into inserting. However, when she felt Busy Buzzer use the backdoor and his cock dive back in her muff, Andrea finally understood what he meant by "double" or nothing. She'd never had both holes filled at once. Sure, a finger or two might have found their way back there while a cock or dildo was stuffed up front, but never two full sized objects.

When James turned it on to full, they both savored the vibrations it sent through her lower regions. Leaning over, James continued digging out her shoulders' knots forcing the pulsating plastic penis to stay inside her ass as it frantically tried shaking its way out. He savored her moans of physical pain along with sexual satisfaction. Andrea knew she'd have to change their sheet once she felt her flood gates burst open spilling her gushing fluids atop their bed right as James let his own streams of semen inside of her.

"I guess you win," conceded James as he rolled over completely spent. 

"Don't sound too disappointed—it does mean more of these 'massages.'" Andrea reminded James. "So, how does being the loser feel?"

James' satisfied sigh answered. "I can't wait to write the review for Imports Limited," smiled James as Andrea slapped his chest before snuggling close.