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Your Toy

By: RDeLajour



Even though I am so mentally and emotionally exhausted from the day, I still find myself excited to see you. I just took a shower a mere half an hour ago and I'm dressed in a simple black dress that hugs my curves and highlights my breasts. The heels that I have on help to accentuate my legs that are covered in black sheer tights. I straightened my wavy, dark brown hair so it skims the back of my neck. The black eye shadow and eyeliner that I have on accentuates my always-changing eyes, which today are an emerald green.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. This is our first time meeting up, and even though you've been so sweet and respectful toward me, I can't help but be afraid that I'm going to disappoint you. Whether it is from my looks or my performance, I can't help stifle the anxiety coiling deep within my gut. When you answer my knock and greet me with those deep green-grey eyes, though, I feel my shaky core begin to settle as you let me into your room. You are a gentleman and kiss my left cheek, making me blush. Your lips linger on my soft skin for a few fleeting moments before you run a hand through my straight hair, caressing the silky strands. I close my eyes and lean into your warm, comforting touch, pleasantly surprised by the tender intimacy. I feel myself shiver as you near your mouth to my left ear and gently breathe into it.

"Don't be nervous," you whisper. "It's okay."

I can smell your rich, musky cologne all around me now and it makes my knees buckle. I almost whimper as I imagine my mouth around your cock, savoring your succulent, sweet taste. Your words comfort me even further and I smile as I slowly lower myself on my knees and look up at you for approval.

"I've been waiting all day to taste you," I say as I start to unbuckle your belt.

You gaze down at me intently as I slowly loosen your pants and pull down your zipper. I can already see the large bulge underneath your boxers and I feel arousal growing between my legs as I rub your hardness with my eager hand. You are so thick and full and I can only imagine how good your cock is going to feel in my mouth and throat. I slowly pull down your boxers and moan when I finally see your fully erect cock straining toward me. With my gaze lingering on your face, I gently kiss the head before I caress the shaft with my tongue, making you groan.

But that's the extent of my tenderness. You've already told me how you like your cock sucked, so I wrap my right hand around the base and ravenously suck on the mushroom head, loving the feel of my tongue against your velvety, soft skin. You taste so clean and delicious, it only adds to my fueling arousal. Your cock is quickly covered in my spit, making it easier for me to swallow your entire rigid length down my throat.

"Fuck," you hiss as I gag on your cock.

Your length is tickling the back of my throat, making me gag, but I keep it there for a couple of seconds until I slowly slip you out. I moan as I stare at the thick webs of spit connecting my mouth to your cock.

"Pull my hair," I moan as I rub your cock all over my face. "Please."

You grab several strands of hair and roughly pull me toward you, making me moan even more as your shove your hard length down my throat. You start fucking my throat with sharp, hard thrusts that have me trembling and so fucking wet, I can feel the pulsating arousal growing more insistent with each passing second. You pull away from me and I fight the urge to swallow your entire length again.

"I want you to take off your dress and crawl toward me," you urgently say. "Can you do that for me?"

"Of course."

I watch you walk away and head toward the bed before I take off my dress and set it aside. My underwear is so soaked from my arousal, because of you, but I try to ignore it as I start crawling toward you on my hands and knees. The hungry, lustful expression in your eyes makes me feel so alive. Once I finally reach you, I kiss your still erect cock and you make me gasp when you suddenly grab my hair and slap your hardness against my cheek.

"Drool on my cock," you whisper. "Make it more wet and slippery. My little whore."

I feel like I'm going to come from your mere words. I voraciously lick your cock up and down and make sure to cover every inch of you in my saliva. There is so much drool everywhere, from the head of your cock all the way to the base, sliding down to your balls. I moan as I wander my mouth down to one of them and gently suckle on it, caressing it with my tongue. I love feeling your thighs shake and hearing you groan when I wrap my right hand around your cock and start stroking you as well. Hearing the slippery, wet sound of my hand working your cock is enough to have my clit screaming for release. I can't help but wander my left hand to my soaked panties, where I slip past them to my drenched core. I gasp and shudder as my fingers brush the wet, sensitive skin.

"Are you touching yourself?" you ask as I start to uncontrollably shake. "Fuck, that is so hot."

I am too turned on to last long; I feel my cunt tightening as I slide my arousal over my highly sensitive clit while I continue to suck on your balls and stroke you. When I feel my orgasm envelop me, though, I can't help but shove your cock back down my throat, making my hands violently tremble and my spine arch. Your thick cock in my throat only makes the orgasm more powerful, making me come so hard from my G-spot that I actually squirt, sending me into a series of convulsions. I whimper in pleasure as I ride my hand and pop you out of my mouth. You look down at me with so much heat, it makes my womb tighten again even though I just came so hard.

"That was so fucking sexy," you say in a raspy whisper as you rub your cock against my parted lips. "I almost came. But I held back. I want to fuck your face with you lying down on the bed."

I moan at the hot image of you riding my face. I quickly get on top of the bed and lay down with my head on the pillow, eagerly awaiting your thick cock. I watch you strip away the remainder of your clothing and slowly make your way toward me with your cock glistening from a mixture of my saliva and your own arousal. You rub your cock over my face before you shove your slippery length down my throat again. My moans are muffled by your hardness as you start to roughly thrust against my eager mouth.

"Good little whore," you tautly whisper. "I should reward you for being such a good girl."

I love being used by you. I don't think of anything else as my throat milks your cock. My clit is throbbing again, my cunt begging for your cock to slip inside it and claim me as yours. But for now I am your little toy. I am yours to use to your liking. You pull out of my mouth and rub your balls against my mouth, making me moan. I eagerly take them into my mouth and suck on them again while you stroke yourself. Watching you touch yourself is so erotic to me, the way you slide your hand up and down your slippery, hard shaft is making my pussy clench in absolute desire. You shove your slick cock back into my mouth and start throat fucking me again, forcing me to focus only on you and nothing else. All I can taste, smell and feel is you. Your delicious, musky scent only turns me on even more and you groan as I cup your balls and gently massage them. When you slide out of my mouth and furiously start to stroke yourself, I know that you are close. I can't help but touch myself as well as I watch you slide my saliva around your thick, engorged cock. I'm still so wet from my orgasm but I'm still aching for more, wishing I could have you deep inside me.

"You want my cum?" you ask as you violently shudder.

"Please, baby," I moan. "I need it."

I lick the head of your cock and look up at you as your breath gets heavy and your hand quickens its pace on your cock. I continue to finger myself and just knowing that you're on the verge of orgasm is enough to push me closer toward my own climax. With my gaze locked on your slippery, throbbing cock, I rub my clit until I'm panting and shaking.

"I'm going to come," I moan out loud as I arch my back and clutch the comforter for support. "Fuck!"

I thrash against the bed and try my best to not scream as the pleasure rolls through my body, forcing you to hiss and buck as you finally come. You spurt your hot cum all over my face, which drips down to my eagerly awaiting mouth. I voraciously lick away at your sweet, delicious cum, loving the feel of your warm ecstasy on my skin. You taste perfect, a combination of salty and sweet. I gently suck and lick the head of your cock with small, careful strokes of my tongue, knowing that you're sensitive after having just come. You moan as I trail my lips down your still erect shaft, all the way down to your balls. I kiss my way back up your rigid length and look up at you in silent pleading.

"I can't wait for next time," I say before I plant a final kiss on your cock.

Your Trailer or Mine?



After my divorce I was devastated in all ways, emotionally, spiritually, financially you name it. Luckily we had no kids, so I was spared the pain of seeing what they would have had to endure. I don't resent my ex wife, we were just not compatible from the start. I guess you could say all we had was sex and a lot of it. We fucked on the first date and continued that thru our two year marriage, just about everyday. My ex wanted it in any and all holes almost all the time. 

I never went to college so I started at the auto parts warehouse at the edge of town right after high school. I advanced quickly and went from stocker to fork lift driver to supervisor after 18 months. Finally I got a foreman job with some perks and a salary of 50K. Becky, my ex, did not work, so most of that time we struggled to get along. But we were young and foolish and spent what we had and also got into debt. We did manage to buy a little ranch house, but with our debt load, the mortgage got rough month to month. Of course like other couples we fought over money issues, but due to our libidos we fucked our way out of any arguments.

Becky wanted things so finally she got a job in a club as a waitress. It was a pretty wild place on the weekends and that's when she got most of her tips, both liquor and food.

Becky was bringing in some money, but instead of paying down debt, she began to spend more and we slid further down. About this time the club got new owners, two black guys that wanted to revamp the place and drop the food and covert it to a strip club. All the employee's got an option to stay or go, and would have to adapt to the new format. Becky decided to stay thinking the bar tabs would increase, so her tips would be better.

Well that didn't quite happen as the customers spent more on the dancers and table dances than drinks. She was now about half of what she earned before and I told her to quit over it, plus her hours sucked, she was gone most nights till 2am. She hung on thinking I guess that things would improve. On the contrary, my salary was frozen since times started to get tough, plus I had to fill in for people that were let go, so my hours went way up. This made our time together even more difficult as I was gone from the early morning till early evenings and that's when Becky went to work. Even the weekends were compromised with work.

The collectors were calling all during the day; our answering machine was on fire. We didn't have time to sit down and discuss our problems, let alone have a good fuck. We did arrange for one afternoon that Becky would bring lunch to the warehouse and we could sit out in the truck and go over our problems. I was also hoping for a little ass since it had been about six weeks that we were together in that way.

Right away Becky was acting weird. She did not want to discuss our bills, our work schedules or her job. She started off by saying how slighted she was by the lack of sex between us and how she could not handle it. I told her it was tough on me too, but unless she stayed home more, I could not see an improvement in the near future. That's when she laid the big news down. She was handling her sex drive by screwing with the two black owners of the club. While I sat there in shock with a ham and cheese stuck in my throat, she relayed the first time she got shafted by these goons. Evidently this had little impact on her being married, since then she had been screwed by one or the other daily for the past month. In fact she was so into this life, that she wanted a divorce to give her more flexible time.

I knew we had both been unhappy but I did not suspect the infidelity going on. I was shocked and scared at the same time since my whole life, since I was a child, everyone I knew had been divorced. In fact the couple that had been together the longest was my grandparents on my momma's side and that had only been 12 years. I remember the years of unhappiness around me because of the people's issues with divorce. 

I asked Becky to reconsider and maybe we could work on it if she would agree to stop the outside sex immediately. I got back a blank stare and a nonchalant "I love fucking those guys and others if I want to". So hell, that was it, I was going to be another statistic of marriage failure.

The house quickly went into foreclosure, hell we even paid one attorney to draft the papers for us both. Things were amicable I guess, considering we owned literally nothing and we each had notes on our trucks. We parted ways, drove away in opposite directions and as far as I know, never looked back.

Of course for me, housing was now a top priority. I moved back home with my mother for about three months so I could sort my bills and get some credit built back up. I paid some rent money and furnished the groceries so I didn't feel bad crashing in my old bed. I might have stayed longer but Mom had a man friend who came over a lot and fucked her around the house. I came home one day from work and he had her chest down on the kitchen table, slamming her pussy hard. Mom glanced up at me, turned away and went back to howling her orgasm. I decided then to move out, but where?

At work my buddy Eddy had suggested a few times to move into the trailer park he resided in. He said they had a few rentals open or I could buy a used one and have it located there. I took his advice and bought a FEMA return for just under $3,000. It had some damage and wear and tear, but nothing that bothered me to any extreme. It was small but comfortable and best of all it was mine.

I moved it into the Singing Pines Trailer Park on the outskirts of town, less than 10 minutes from work. There were about 120 trailer homes in the park which was landscaped with pine trees throughout. Amenities included a general barbeque area and a small pool. It housed a small general store that really only had wine and cigarettes and the proverbial frozen food, chips and soups. Attached to it was a Laundromat with half a dozen washers and dryers. Everything was a little dated but kept relatively clean by the elderly couple managing it.

My first couple of days living there were uneventful. My co-worker Eddy came over once to see how I was doing and to give me a general layout of the community. There were a wide variety of people in the park, some married couples with kids, elderly and some singles. Some biker dudes and chicks that routinely partied a lot. He even told me of some hookers in case I got lonely or bored, which I was not interested in. Then he said I had to meet Mona, a woman who lived about a dozen trailers down on my lane.

When I asked him why I had to meet Mona, Eddy got a huge grin on his face and began laughing causing his beer belly to wobble back and forth. He explained that Mona ran the bar down the street and was the resident party girl and had been for a long time. I filed all this information in my brain, never with the intent to use it, but you never know.

Since I had left my mom's house hurriedly, I had quite the loads of laundry to do and off I went to the park's facility. I quickly had three machines running so I decided to step outside for some fresh air. While outside I sat next to an older woman who was leafing through an old magazine with the cover torn off, dangling a cigarette out of the corner of her mouth. She had severely blonde bleached hair, piled quite high on her head, a tanned yet ruddy looking complexion, a nice figure and obviously store bought tits because they were larger than her frame and body type. Plus the fact, that they stood straight out, and didn't sag like the rest of her, arms and all.

I figured that by the appearance of her hands and skin she had to be in her 50's, but really she could have been older. Trying to be polite I introduced myself and told her I was new to the park and I was trying to catch up. Glancing up from her read, she did a quick body scan of me with her eyes, took hold of the cigarette in her mouth and took a giant drag. Exhaling a billowing cloud around me, she remarked that she was Mona.

It would be an understatement for me to say I was not surprised. Based on Eddy's account, I think before she spoke, I already knew who she was. Well if this was the park's party girl she had been rode hard and put up wet countless times. Mona stood up, maybe to impress me, I don't know, but as she stood she reached to the bottom of her frayed blue jean shorts and pulled on them. She also tugged on the crotch, maybe to highlight her camel toe which was pronounced. At least to me with every pore of her body, Mona was relaying that she was a slut. Mona glanced at me again, tossed her finished cigarette and went inside. I next saw her walking up the lane with a laundry basket under her arm, swinging those hips and ass like she was advertising a novel ride.

With my laundry finished I headed back to my trailer. It was almost 7pm, getting dusk and most of the residents had returned for the day to their homes. Passing one I could hear loud noises inside along with some rocking music. Stopping briefly to recognize the music, I heard loud and clear the word fuck, over and over again. I thought the heavy music was rocking the trailer, but no, some gal was getting pounded and loving it. The sound went into a high screech and then a pitched voice saying to fuck my ass hard.

I started walking again since some of the other neighbors were peering out their windows to the trailer in question; I did not want to appear like a peeping tom.

I threw my basket onto the sofa and reached in the fridge and got a cold beer. For a moment after sitting down I had a somber feel, like I had fallen down the food chain to end up here. But that thought passed as I knew as soon as I had things more patched up, I was going to move and buy a home again. 

Now women were another issue. I was not the type to procure a hooker or do the one night stand thing. I did like the feel of being married, even if it didn't last. Being married made me feel better about myself, but there was no rush to get back to that and considering where I now resided, probably not much hope of it either.

Looking to get another beer, I noticed I had just gulped down my last one. Did I feel like driving to the store a couple of miles away, or up the road to the park's little store. I decided the park store was best, plus I could pick out a frozen dinner to nuke later. 

Retracing my steps I had taken an hour earlier from the laundry room, I passed the same trailer that had the load music and sex action. The music still blared, but the residents were outside now, smoking and drinking. Two guys, both looking like bikers, were mauling on a tattooed woman, grabbing her ass and tits thru her clothes while she was squealing and laughing. They just casually glanced my way as I walked up the gravel road.

At the store I bought a six pack and threw in several cans of tomato soup and headed back outside. A car racing up the drive, gravel flying everywhere, had stopped just behind me. A woman, clutching a broken looking suitcase and looking fearful, partially fell and or stepped out of the car. She stumbled at first, dropping her broken case open on the ground; a man in the car threw another suitcase in her direction. He then got back in the car, spun around, again with gravel and dust going everywhere and sped off, leaving the two of us in a cloud of rubberized smelly air.

I had one arm free so I helped the woman get up while she frantically tried to toss some items back into her case. I let her continue and reached back and picked up the other suitcase that was on the road. 

We both stood and faced each other, she eyeballing me carefully, me looking at a disheveled scared looking gal. She had brown hair that grazed her shoulders, a figure hidden by the sweats she had on, plus little if any, makeup. I put her in her mid 20's or so. After a few more moments of us just standing there, I thought it best to at least say something.

"Are you living here in the park, or are you visiting?" After I said that I felt stupid, after all she was literally tossed out in front of me.

"No, I mean, yeah I gonna see my mom" she replied awkwardly.

We started to walk and I could see her arms in the faint light, they seemed to be bruised, both old and new. My brain was thinking ahead that she must be in an abusive relationship with that jerk who threw her out. My heart went out to her since I had witnessed my aunt growing up under the same circumstances. My uncle finally got what was coming to him; some guys one night beat the shit out of him and robbed him, leaving him in a wheelchair. My aunt left him and he died a few years later in a nursing home.

I decided that this girl might feel better if I engaged her in more conversation. "What's your name?"

"Collee Poole" she responded softly.

"Collee that is a name I haven't heard before. How do you pronounce it correctly?" I wanted to know.

"It's pronounced Coal lee and I was told my dad got it from a race horse that he won on, Coal Jett Lee."

We continued walking down the lane, me carrying her suitcase, she clutching her broken one, trying to keep things from falling out.

We stopped abruptly, Collee looking toward a trailer on the left. "This is it." 

Well shit, if it wasn't the home of slutty Mona, I would not have guessed this sweet innocent looking girl would have that woman as her mom. I felt quite disappointed in that fact and followed her up the walk to the front door. Placing her case on the ground, I excused myself, told her I would see her around and if she needed anything I pointed out my unit to her. I got back on the gravel road bed when I heard the trailer door open and a gravelly impaired voice asked "what the fuck are you doing here?"

I glanced back to see Collee frozen on the steps, waiting to go in, but Mona had the way blocked with her body. Another cigarette planted in her lips and a cocktail in her hand. Mona looked down upon Collee and said bluntly, "What did you and Brett get into now? I've got someone here right now, wait outside."

I had heard all this while still walking back to my home, thinking what a skank, not letting her daughter inside. 

Before entering my trailer, I looked back once more to see Collee, still cradling her suitcase, sitting on a lawn chair in her mother's yard. For the next hour or so, I peered out through the blinds to check on Collee, each time still seeing her planted in that chair.

I don't know if my heart or anger motivated me more, but I couldn't take anymore and went outside to walk back to Mona's. Once close, I called out to Collee, and asked her if she wanted to come inside my trailer for the night instead of sitting where she was. She looked several times toward her mom's trailer and then slowly got up and met me in the street. I could see the exhaustion on her face and body, and knew that she needed to rest and do it soon. Without much as a word, she walked with me to my unit, me again carrying her suitcase.

Once inside I told Collee that she could have the bedroom and I would make due on the small couch. She asked if I had anything to eat as she was feeling weak, so I offered her some of the tomato soup I had purchased earlier. Once she sat down I gave her another going over with my eyes. Yes, those marks on her upper arms really did look like bruises and for the first time I noticed some on her face, basically the left cheek. 

I was quite angry, but I had to make sure what I was seeing was what it really was.

'That guy who drove you here, did he have anything to do with the marks on your body?"

I asked.

Collee acted upset and fidgeted in her seat, which pretty much confirmed my suspicions about her condition. She looked down to the floor, probably like most battered women do, unsure and not feeling safe to answer. Finally she did mutter some words.

"We had a small argument and I fell, no big deal" was her defense.

"Well Collee, it looks like you fell right into someone's hands, considering there are handprints imbedded on your arms"

Her reactions instinctively went to cover her arms with her hands, another indication that I was more at the truth than she wanted to admit. However I didn't want to make her anymore skittish, so I dropped the quizzing and went about getting her some food.

She thanked me for the soup and allowing her to spend the night as she went into the bedroom. I made myself as comfortable as possible on the couch and soon was sound asleep.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of sizzle, and after rubbing my eyes, discovered Collee in the kitchen, cooking. The smell of bacon and coffee entered my pores with a jolt and after a quick pee and brush of the teeth; I was at the table to a better than mine ever breakfast. Collee looked refreshed and had her hair done nice with her face slightly done with makeup. I caught myself staring at her, realizing how pretty she was.

Collee looked at me like I lost it as she got some toast out and prepped it with some butter. 

"I take it you got some sleep cause you look great" I told her how I really felt.

"Why thanks, I did really rest and I want to thank you again for letting me spend the night" she responded.

"So what are your plans for the day?"

"Well I work at the Piggly Wiggly on Broadway as a cashier, I'm on at 8 this morning" Collee said between bites of her eggs.

"Hey that's cool. I would be happy to take you there for your shift if you like."

Collee looked at me and smiled. "Thanks, but I should have my mom take me and get my things to take over to her place and let you have your space and bed back."

"Nonsense, I replied. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need, plus I need some groceries in here. I can have you check me out" I grinned.

Collee laughed back but insisted that her mom would step up. I told her that her things would be ready to pick up if she really had to go. She offered to clean up after we finished eating but I told her to get going as it was getting late. She thanked me again for everything and left the trailer with just a sweater and her purse.

I generally cleaned up our mess and got my stuff together to head out. I needed to get an earlier start as I needed gas and mail some stuff. As I left the unit, I looked up toward Mona's and saw Collee standing by the door, knocking.

As I drove by, I called out to Collee if everything was Ok, she just shrugged. I stopped my truck to see if she needed any help, but she came toward me with a forlorn look on her face as if this was a common practice of her mom, basically to not be there. I quietly asked if she wanted that lift to work now.

Without any hesitation, she jumped in the cab next to me and commented that her mother must have already left for somewhere. I thought that might be incorrect since a bartender would probably not leave at 7am but rather may be just coming in.

As I pulled up to the Piggly Wiggly, I asked Collee when she got off. She remarked it would be at 8pm and that her mother would get her. Nonsense I told her, I'll pick her up. She left me with a slight smile and a skip to her step so I knew I had made her feel better about herself if nothing else.

Collee had given me a much needed spark; I worked the whole day happy and looking forward to the evening and on seeing her again. I got home a little after 6pm and after pulling into my parking spot, I noticed what appeared to be the same car in front of Mona's trailer that had thrown out Collee. Immediately I got weird thoughts, primarily was this guy lying to his girlfriend's mom to get her in his corner. I don't know why this was my primary thought, it seemed that it fit more with the characters.

I got some of my chores done as the sun went down, and I noticed that the car was still by Mona's. Getting curious and with the cover of some darkness, I walked down to Mona's to see if this might be the same vehicle and guy that had tossed Collee. Climbing the steps to the little porch area, the sounds of some rock and roll was blasting out of the trailer. The side window was open slightly with the shade partially up so I thought to make a quick glance inside to confirm the occupants. What I saw was a bit more than I expected.




Your Trailer or Mine?



Mona was stretched out on the small kitchen table, head dangling over the edge, smoking of course. Her top was off and her enhanced tits on display. Her bottoms were also off and her legs were pressed to her chest, feet near her head. Over her was the guy with the car, shorts down below his knees, driving his cock roughly into Mona. She kept slurring out, "fuck me" and "do me harder, Brett." I had seen enough and got off the porch quickly, walking fast to my truck.

I drove off on my way to pick Collee up, considering what I had just seen. Evidently "Mom" Mona had no issue fucking her daughter's boyfriend or ex boyfriend, I didn't know which at the time. She certainly was in no hurry or condition to pick up Collee from work. I just had to find out more of how she felt toward this Brett guy and that would dictate to me, how and how much I would tell her.

I got to the grocery store 30 minutes before Collee's shift ended. Seeing her at a checkout, I rushed thru the store to get stuff I needed and ended up in her line. I don't think she noticed me, because she generally looked to her register and scanning products. She did glance up and I got a smile when she saw me next in line. Her smile was very captivating; she was winning me over big time.

Once in my truck she asked about my day and I her; we both had good ones. While driving I thought again about what I had seen at Mona's, so I tried to find out more.

Before I could formulate my questions, Collee began speaking.

"Did you see if my Mom was home before you left? I tried calling her cell a bunch of times and got no answer and then her mailbox was full" she said.

"I think she's out I lied, the lights were off unless she normally leaves then on at night."

Collee was looking straight ahead, "No she does worry about the bills, if she was not home, all the lights would be out."

I wanted to change the subject slightly, so I started another exchange with her. "So Collee what are your plans? Are you going back to your boyfriend, staying with your mom or whatever? You know you are most welcome to stay with me till you get on your feet and make a decision. Any way you go, I would like the opportunity to see you again."

I saw Collee flush a little as we passed some streetlights and she fidgeted a little in her seat. She cleared her throat and began. "Thanks so much for helping me out. You have been the sweetest guy I've ever met. I don't know about Brett, he has changed since we've been together and last night was the culmination of that."

"How did you two meet" I wanted to know.

"Mom had told me about an interesting and cute guy at the club she works in. Normally I don't like that scene, but to please her I met up with him and we seemed to hit it off. He was very attentive and had great manners; he also said the right things at the right time. I guess you could call him a smooth operator."

"And how do you see him now?"

"He's changed completely. He gets very agitated at little things and once we moved in together he became very possessive of me. He would pick me up at work and be upset if I spoke to any male employee's at the store. Once I was talking to a co-worker and our shift supervisor about a work schedule and he unraveled. He cussed me out and pushed the manager. After that he couldn't pick me up anymore or enter the store. I was so humiliated. That night was the first time he struck me."

I was thankful for her candor and her openness had fleshed out some of my concerns. I knew my hunch about this Brett was right but I was also sorry that he had hurt her this way. I reached out and patted her hand, she in turn grabbed mine and squeezed. Something was happening to me inside, I was feeling very bonded to this woman, impossible to believe, since we just met 24 hours ago.

I wanted to get the clearest picture possible and continued with some questions.

"So he has struck you more than once?"

"Y yyyes "staggered out the reply.

"Have you thought about filing charges? Or leaving him?" I hoped.

"Oh, I am leaving him. After talking to my friends, I realized we were wrong for each other. I don't deserve to be his doormat or whipping post. My mom tried to tell me it was a phase and that I shouldn't push him, but she is wrong."

The news from her mom Mona was unsettling since I had viewed her earlier getting pounded hard from this "great guy" and her lack of concern for her own child. I decided then I would not tell Collee about the sex with her mother and ex-boyfriend, she had to see for herself. Moms should have a loving, trusting relationship with their children; this was obviously not that kind of case.

We entered the trailer park and I made the turn to drive on my lane. Up ahead on the right, Brett's car was still parked in front of Mona's. The sight caused Collee's eyes to widen and you could see her mind go into overdrive. As we passed the trailer, Collee strained to look toward the windows to perhaps try to look inside. Once we stopped in front of my unit, I asked if she wanted to stop by her mom's.

"Maybe after I rustle us up some dinner, she replied. You are hungry aren't you?"

"You bet, I answered quickly, as I really wanted her full attention to myself. What would you like to make?"

"Let me rummage through the pantry and fridge and see what I can do. I'm a pretty good cook if I say so myself."

"I just bet you are."

I decided to take a quick shower while Collee did her thing. When I got out and dressed, entering the front of the trailer I heard no sounds and saw no one. Obviously Collee had left the unit and I had a good guess on where she might be. Opening my door I peered toward Mona's and sure enough, all three were outside and by the looks of it were in a heated exchange. Knowing what kind of asshole Brett was, I had to make sure that Collee was going to be all right so I race walked in their direction.

Their yelling at each other got louder the closer I came and it was now understandable to me. Evidently Collee had come upon Mona and Brett the same way I had, fucking, but unlike me she had confronted them. The worst sounding was Mona, who was shrieking out profanities to her daughter for barging in. What a priceless bitch she was.

When I got to the porch the exchanges were now in the face and had the atmosphere of getting physical. I just happened to get between Brett and Collee just as he was trying to backhand her face, instead he caught my shoulder. I turned and with a fully clenched fist, hit Brett on the bridge of his nose. With a crushing sound from the hit, his body hit the porch rail, he was down. I turned to check on Collee, when I was hit by a sharp pain in my calf as Mona had lashed out at me with her foot. She also jumped on my back and started to claw at my face. With her still grabbing and hanging on my back, I charged backward into the side of her trailer, over and over. Finally after the 4th or 5th hit, Mona slid off my back and slumped next to dirt bag Brett on the porch.

Without waiting for any more misery, I grabbed a still distraught Collee and headed out quickly for my trailer. As we passed various neighbors, they started to come out to see what the commotion was about, but I stayed focused and returned to my unit. Collee was still visibly upset and was stuttering and shaking from her confrontational experience. I finally got her sit on the sofa and slow her breathing and relax.

"What in the world were you doing, going down there by yourself", I huffed.

"I I I never would have thought my own mother could do that, stammered a still flustered Collee. She doesn't care at all about me and what I feel."

She hit that one on the head. Mona's action, especially attacking me for defending her daughter, was beyond belief. I had witnessed some cold people in my short life, but she was first in line.

'Is it Ok if I stay here with you till I find my own place?" a more focused Collee asked.

"You don't have to go anywhere at all, if you don't want to, I responded, since I really liked this girl and wanted to be more involved with her. In fact, I would consider it an honor if you would be my roommate."

A beaming Collee said thanks but only if she could pay her way. I had no problem with that if that alone made her happy. A bigger concern was the trailer down the way. It would be miserable staying in the same park as her mom, plus we couldn't be confidant that there would not be any retribution coming our way. I decided to check into moving our unit somewhere else, starting in the morning.

We talked and relaxed the rest of the night and in fact we cuddled on the sofa watching some TV. Collee went to bed after midnight and I remained on the couch; I was beginning to feel that we were falling for each other and it wasn't just going to be sex.

The rest of the week was uneventful, both from the standpoint of any trouble with Mona and Brett as well as Collee and I being housemates. In fact during the week we had several outings or dates if you will where we explored each other more. I was falling in love or close to it at this point.

In searching for a new place I came across some land for sale that did have an old abandoned house on it which did allow for electrical and sewage outlets. I toured the place and found it a nice fit. I could raze the old house and build new, park the trailer there during all that time and tie into the facilities that were already in place. I kept this all from Collee till I knew more about her feelings and if she wanted to stay with me.

After the week she had spent at my trailer, I had gotten to know Collee really well. She was an intelligent, caring and gentle girl, whose beauty was both inside and out. What was not to love? I decided to ask her to stay with me, and I was hoping to one day marry her. I really believed that I had found my soul mate. She had shown me a lot of her, but I did not really know if her feelings even approached mine, so I needed to find out.

I took her to dinner one night and told her of my plans for the land, house and trailer. She listened intently as I laid out my dreams to her. We held hands over the table and her smile told me she was happy. When I got to the part of asking her to join me and make my dream, our dream, she started to tear up and rushed to hug me. She then told me she had fallen for me big time but didn't realize till now that my kindness to her was more than that and she also felt the same about me.

When we got back to the trailer, Collee took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. With soft, gentle kisses we slowly undressed each other and explored the richness of our bodies. Collee's breasts were perfectly shaped and ever so sensitive to the touch. Each stroke of my hand over then would engorge her nipples as her tits would quiver. As we lay together with hands going everywhere, I knew that this was a pure love and something much more than the frenzied fucking I had with my ex, Becky. This was how I loved it, pure lovemaking.

As time clicked on, Collee and I passionately climaxed together and continued on two more times before sleep interrupted our becoming one. It was perhaps the most relaxing and restful sleep I ever had in my life, or at least in the last several years. I was one contented guy.

With our feelings out in public now, the next few weeks had us both on cloud nine. The repercussions from Mona and Brett never came, maybe because Brett was really a coward and would not fight a man. We barely saw them around the park plus we were spending more time at our new place, where we eventually moved the trailer and got the services reset. We razed the house and had a new slab poured. Things were really going well for us both.

A few days ago at lunch, Eddy came into the break room at work and said he needed to talk to me. I asked what was up and he said the police had been out to the trailer park the night before. I asked why and he relayed a story that was sad but for a while made me smile internally.

Evidently some neighbors had heard loud noises coming from Mona's trailer and when they investigated they found a bleeding and confused Brett wandering outside. He was naked except for his shorts, blood oozing from his shoulder and neck area. When the police arrived and entered the trailer, they found Mona in a heap on the floor, obviously beaten. She was knocked out and had several new and older abuse marks on her body. What Eddy got from the neighbors who quizzed the police is that Mona and Brett often had rough sex and in between would whack each other around. Possibly in the heat of passion, Mona bit on Brett which infuriated him to knock her out.

The event ended with EMS taking care of both their wounds and Brett being arrested and hauled off to jail for battery, even over the objections of a now awake Mona. All I could think of was that these two losers deserved each other in every way.

When I got home I didn't have to tell Collee anything, her mom had already called. Seems the trailer was lonely now and she wanted Collee to stay with her, or better yet come stay with us. To my utter delight Collee had told her mother that she was sad for her, but that she was not welcome in her new home, but that she would check on Mona when time permitted. I was so glad my budding romance was not going to be interfered with by an obviously unbalanced Mona.

To make matters complete, I ran into an old neighbor of mine when I was married to Becky, at the Post Office. Her name was Ellen and she was a quasi friend so I knew I would get an unvarnished version of the facts. We stopped for a coffee and she filled me in on the whereabouts of Becky. 

Becky had gotten pregnant by one of the black owners of the club, but instead of finding some comfort, the two guys closed the club and ran off in the middle of the night leaving no forwarding information. Since Becky had been screwing both guys and probably more, finding out the correct father would be difficult. So now Becky was alone, jobless, pregnant with an interracial child and from what Ellen said, homeless. She last saw Becky in the Wal Mart parking lot, living in her truck.

What struck me as Ellen was giving me this news were my obvious lack of emotion. I just did not care about Becky anymore. Though that bothered me slightly, I felt no sense of urgency to offer any help. We make our own way in life and Becky had options before but ignored them. The news just basically left me numb.

When I got home to a waiting Collee and her warm smile and enduring hug, I felt better and knew that things happen as they probably should. Yes, I was going to marry this girl and live happily ever after.



Your Tricked...I'm Tricked?



It was about two years after I graduated college and I had just moved in with my old college roommate in a house he bought. I had my first "real" job and as a 22 year old, I was getting used to the non-college scene where girls were not everywhere. In college, I never had trouble hooking up with a girl because there was always a drunk one at a party or the bar who I could talk into a little after hours at my pad.

After college however, was another story. Therefore, my horniness level was at an all time high. My buddy and I perused the local bars but usually came home alone…the big city just was not the same as our small college city.

The house we lived in was in a normal little sub – division and the neighbors were normal. There was a guy named Mike that lived across the street. He was probably 40 years old and worked in a local factory. You could tell he liked having two young guys living close by because he would always talk about girls, Playboy magazine and what not when he was around us.

It was like he was reliving his youth through us. The thing that was odd though was that his wife was very strange whenever he was around. She wouldn't say much more than "hi" and continue her business.

When Mike wasn't around, she would be more conversational, but still seemed a little nervous. She was attractive, better looking than I thought Mike would be able to get. She was probably 40 years old, brown shoulder length hair, probably 5'8 and 140 lbs. She looked pretty good for her age. She had long legs with an ass that just looked normal for her body. 

Her tits were a small C or a large B and looked pretty good from what I could tell.

I almost wondered if Mike told her he didn't want her talking to us because of the change in her when was and wasn't around. I know it was a stretch, but I was thinking that the stories we had shared with Mike about sleeping with girls and what not intimidated him. Maybe he wasn't very good in bed and feared his wife would come to us?? He just seemed like an old fashioned husband that commands his wife around. Maybe it was all in my head.

Regardless, I was horny. In June, they got a puppy. It was a cute little pup and they were always playing with it outside and I often would go over and pet it.

Like I said, Mike worked a regular job at a factory but she just worked at a local boutique and often was home during the day. My job was traveling sales, but when I wasn't traveling, I was working out of my home.

I usually just worked in a pair of shorts since it was summer time. I usually jerked off at least once during the day having many different fantasies and Mike's wife, Lara sometimes figured in.

I was thinking more and more about her.

I often would see her playing with the dog in the front yard and I figured, "What the hell. Let's see what I can do."

One Tuesday I saw her outside with the pup so I went outside to get the mail. I had on just some athletic shorts, no underwear. No shirt, no shoes.

I was not a muscle god, but I kept in shape. I thing mostly, I was just young and firm. It wasn't like I had any jelly on me or anything.

So I headed out to get the mail and you could see the sway of my cock if you looked at my shorts. It wasn't blatant, but you could tell.

"Hey Lara!"

"Hey Sam. How you doin'?"

"I'm good…how's the pup today?" I asked as I walked across the street.

"Oh, he's good. A little terror inside, but he's getting better."

She was sitting on the grass Indian style wearing a pair of khaki shorts with a sleeveless pink shirt. She had a nice tan and it looked like she had a great bra on that pushed her tits together and made them stick out.

I squatted down to pet the pup and just like I planned, my shorts pulled up when I squatted, and my dick plopped 3 quarters of the way out. It was totally limp and about 4 inches long. Pretty normal looking.

I just sat there petting the dog pretending I didn't even notice. At this point I didn't even know if she knew because I was just batting the dog around. I could hear her giggling as I played with the dog but I think it was just cuz the dog was so cute.


The dog got right under me so I had no choice but to look at my dick. I just pulled my shorts down to cover it. I never acknowledged it or even stopped playing with the dog.

I didn't even know for sure if she saw. But I knew I was definitely getting aroused by the situation, and my dick just started to come to life. Knowing I had no shirt on, I had no protection, so I had to get out of there!

"Shit! I forgot to call my boss!" I looked at her with wide eyes as I said it and jumped up, turned and ran.

"I'll see you later!" I said as I ran. My dick flopped back and forth under my shorts as I ran but she couldn't tell.

I got in the house and smiled as I thought of the look on her face. She just stared me in the eyes and didn't say a thing. She had seen it and was shocked. She definitely wasn't expecting to see that.

I didn't see her for a couple of days after that but I was planning my next move of the seduction. I had to be subtle about this because she was my neighbor and more importantly, another man's wife.

About a week later, she was outside again playing with the dog. I put on a pair of yellow shorts and played with my dick to get it hard. I put on a pair of shoes and went to the door. I waited to lose my erection, but it was still pretty good size, just not pointing straight up.

My plan was just for her to get a glimpse of my dick again and get her thinking about me.

I opened the door and jogged out to my car. As I was half way to my car, I yelled "Hey Lara! What's up?" As I jogged, my semi erect dick was flopping all over the place. She had no choice but to notice.

"Sammy…. what's up? Just playing with Frankie before I go to work."

"Cool. I'm laaaate!" I said as I ran to my truck, jumped in and took off. I had nowhere to go, I just wanted her to see "it" again.

I know she had to. I was happy with my plan. She had no choice but to be thinking about my dick now.

A few weeks went by and I was busy as hell. I saw Lara a few times but I didn't act anything out of the ordinary. I really was so busy that I just didn't have the time to mess with her.

One day, Mike comes over. "Guess what fellas? You are looking at the proud owner of a new hot tub! I got it set up in the back yard and it is finally ready to go, so let's break it in! I have the beer, so what do you say?"

We told Mike that we were tying up some loose ends and that we would be over at 7pm. My mind had many questions…Did Lara tell mike about what I had done and now he wanted us to fuck his wife?….Did he know at all?

My roommate didn't. I didn't see the need to tell him.

We got over at 7 and Mike met us outside with 3 beers in a suit. My roommate and I peeled of our shirts and jumped with our suits on. After a few minutes I asked, "Where's Lara? Is she coming in?"

"No, she's watching a movie inside." So we just sat there, the 3 of us, and pounded beers and shot the shit until about 10pm.

By 10, we were drunk and wrinkled and I was done with the tub. We thanked Mike and headed home. Right before we left, Mike said in his drunken state, "Boys, my tub is your tub. Use it whenever you want."

"Alright! Thanks dude!"

I really don't think he would have made that offer if he was sober. But that was more than I could have asked for!

After living across from Mike and Lara for 8 months now, I knew that on Thursday, Mike worked the night shift leaving at about 8pm and Lara got home from work at around 9pm.

At about 8:45, I was lowering myself into the tub. I decided to wear a swimsuit and I left it untied. As usual, Lara came home around 9:05. As she was getting out of her car, I called to her from the back yard. 

"Hey Lara! I am taking Mike up on his offer. Is it a bad time? I can take off if you want."

She started to reply, but I could barely hear her over the bubbles. "Hold on! I can't hear you," I said. I rose out of the tub and trotted across the grass over to her. I got in front of her, dripping wet, with my suit hanging down a little in front revealing the beginning of my pubes.

She said, "The tub is all yours. Enjoy it."

"Are you going to jump in?"

"I don't think so. I am really exhausted."

"Come on Lara. That is the main reason for having a tub! There is nothing better than taking a soak after a long day." I made sure not to make a whole lot of eye contact with her because I wanted her to take in my body.

"Yeah, I guess you are right. Let me feed Frankie and I'll see."

"Cool," I said as I turned and ran back to the tub.

15 minutes later she came out to the tub in a robe. "Now I don't think we should tell Mike about this. I don't know if he would like the idea of us in the tub together."

"Are you serious? What the heck does he think is gonna happen?"

"I don't know, he can just be weird about that stuff. Here, I brought you a beer."

She handed me the beer and set a glass of wine down on the edge of the tub. She grasped the rope of her robe and undid the tie. She opened the robe to reveal a conservative 2-piece bathing suit. It was dark blue and the bottoms were pretty big. The top had a lot of fabric as well but her tits really looked great. They were very round and full. I could see that her nipples were hard from the summer air.

The tub was hot and every 20 minutes or so we had to get up and sit on the edge with just our feet in. Soon, her wine was empty so I ran inside to grab another beer and the bottle of wine. After she had finished the second glass and was half way through her third, I noticed her really loosening up and getting a little drunk.

Under the bubbles our feet would brush every once in a while. The longer we were in, the more our feet brushed and the longer they remained touching. It was now about time to get out and sit on the edge again. I loosened my suit as much as I could. Lara pulled herself up and sat on the edge.

I stood up pretty quick so that my suit dropped down to mid thigh. After it sat there for 2 seconds I pulled it up. "Hah!" She said. "That's not the first time I have seen that!" 

"What are you talking about? What do you mean, not the first time?"

"A couple of months ago when you were petting Frankie, it fell out of your shorts!"

"You saw that? I thought there was no way you saw me!"

She just kept laughing as she took another swig of her wine. I moved over and was sitting about 2 feet from her. "You know, now you have seen me twice. That isn't really fair. I am kind of uncomfortable now. I think you should have to show me something."

"Yeah right! Sorry baby! This old lady isn't showing you a thing!" And she slid into the tub.

I slid in also. "Well I think you should at least take something off. I can't see under the bubbles, but you should at least sit here naked."

I think she was warming to the idea. "Alright, I will take my top off for two minutes." She took it off very carefully and I couldn't see a thing under the bubbles. "Come on, give me a peek."

"No way! I am married and twice your age." 

"That doesn't mean I don't want to see."

"Nope." She said.

I slid my suit off under the water. I was feeling a little drunk myself and horny. I stood up in front of her totally naked. She just laughed. Not at me, but the situation. She was drunk and uncomfortable.

She just stared at me. "Go ahead touch it."

"No way! I am not touching your dick."

"Come on. You won't show me your tits, you won't touch me. I won't bite. Come on."

"I will rise out of the water and show you my tits for 5 seconds. That is it. Got it? Yes, I think you are sexy and I would like to touch you but my husband would kill me. Here you go." She stood up and I saw the sweetest tits staring back at me. For being forty years old, there was just about no sag. Her nipples were perfect. I couldn't believe how great they were.

"Can I touch them?" I whispered. "What?" She said as she leaned closer. "Can I touch them for 2 seconds?" "2 seconds. That's it."

I reached out and grabbed them fully and ran my finger over the nipple. Then I pulled my hands away. I put one hand on my hard dick and said, "Touch it."

"Absolutely not! I told you there was no way." She turned and started to get out of the tub.

"Hey Lara, look over at the garbage can." Her eyes went to the garbage can behind me and her mouth dropped open when she saw my video camera.

"Yup, it's been running the whole time. It has us sitting in this tub for the last hour drinking and laughing. Than it has me standing in front of you naked and touching your tits. Also during that part, my back is to the camera, so I can't even be identified."

"And then it has me telling you No Fucking Way and getting out of the tub."

"Yeah, you are right, but I can push stop right before that part and show it to your husband. For all he will know, right after that part you got on your knees and sucked my cock before I fucked the shit out of you."

"What are you planning to do?" 

"I thought we would start with your lips around my dick."

"What?!?!? No way."

I sat down on the edge of the tub with my back facing the tub and my legs dangling over the side. I grabbed my dick in my hand. "Lara, come here. Put this in your mouth and it will all be ok."

"Fuck you. You are NOT going to blackmail me like this."

"Lara, come here." I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. I took her hand and wrapped it around my dick. She stared at me with her hand just sitting there.

"Look, I think you are absolutely beautiful. I know you want to be bad and now I have given you a reason….and no choice. So you can run and tell your husband and try to explain how you got naked and let me feel your tits while I was naked. And then, that after the tape stops, nothing else happened." 

AS I talked she kept her grip on my dick and it was totally hard now. I swear I could feel her hand moving the smallest bit on my dick.

"Or, you can take advantage of this. You can have a night to ride and suck and fuck me tonight, we will erase the tape, and it will never happen or be talked about again."

I stared into her eyes and put my hand on hers and started to move it up and down my seven inches. She looked down at my dick and her hand moved up and down.

"Lara, put it in your mouth and let me make you feel good."

She lowered her head and kissed the tip of my dick. Soon she opened her mouth and slid her smooth mouth down my dick. God it felt good. She was a little hesitant, but soon she was all over my dick, sucking it for all it was worth. She had one hand on my dick and she steadied herself with the other. Her hand worked in unison with her mouth.

I soon announced that I was going to come. "I want it on your face!" As I began to come, I pulled out and shot it all over her face. She sat there with her eyes closed until

I finished. After I was done, I put it back in her mouth and let her lick it clean.

When I was satisfied I said," Now pull down your suit and show me your pussy." 

She reached her hands into the tub and cleaned her face up a bit. She then turned to me and pulled her suit down and showed me that hairy pussy.

"Do you want to lick it?"

Now she was getting the idea. She walked over to a lounge chair and spread her legs and I proceeded to eat her pussy under the stars. She thrashed all over as I ate her for about a half hour. After she came twice, I sat up between her legs and rubbed my dick up and down her lips.

"Yeah stick it in…please…fuck me."

I slid my dick in. Her pussy was tight. "Damn, when was the last time you fucked?" 

"About 3 weeks ago," she said in between thrusts. I pumped and pumped her and she loved it. Finally, after about 15 minutes I pulled out and came all over her.

Soon after I cleaned up and got dressed. I gave her the videotape like I said and headed home.

A few days later I woke up and headed to the bathroom. I looked down at my dick and there was a sore on the tip of my dick. I looked in the mirror and there was a sore on my lips! I couldn't fucking believe it.

I felt like my life was over.

I saw Lara outside so I walked over to her house. "Hey Sam, looks like you have a little friend on your lips. You know, I have wanted you for a while, but that night I knew I couldn't because I had a new herpes sore. I didn't exactly want to tell you, so I just pretended to be a loyal wife. Than you pulled that camera shit and I decided, fuck you, you deserve it. Have a nice life dickhead." She turned and walked inside.

I started to cry and walked back to my house.

The End

Sorry about the end…I just couldn't resist the final twist.

I love comments on my stories.



Your Trip



This is my first and only attempt at a first person story, it is aimed at men more then women (if you are female read the other 'Your Trip' that can be found in my profile)... enjoy and as always send lots of feedback please good or bad

"God what to pack?" You ware in a muddle, as you looked at all your clothes, You were so excited as you were finally going to take a trip to England and meet up with me.

I am 20, and live in Barnsley a small town in Yorkshire, near the North of England. You had to look at all sorts of maps but finally found me. We had met on the web on a site that you put your picture and rated others on how sexy you thought they were, you had seen my pic on there and instantly hit 'contact me'

I had looked at your picture and instantly hit it too, you were very attractive and there was no way I wasn't going to click back to you and rate you a perfect 10

Finally we began to send e-mails to each other and then both having Yahoo messenger we began to use that to instant chat both of us saying how attractive we though the other was and getting to know each other

It all escalated one day when I came online and you were on a web cam, it all started innocently enough, all you were doing was laid typing but as the conversation went on things went further, I lifted my shirt and showed you my breasts covered by a cream coloured bra, flashing you and making you very excited to see the magnificent breasts I had been concealing from your view for so long.

We carried on talking and soon I was rubbing my breasts with you watching, the top pulled up as I pulled back my bra and played with what was under it. Your eyes were glued to the screen as you watched me, You started to write thing to me, how sexy I am, how much you loved my breasts things like that and I began to moan a little as my fingers rubbed my breasts, reading what you were saying to me. Things went further and I pulled my top off and finally off came the bra too, my naked breasts looking like perfect orbs of flesh to your hungry eyes, my pussy getting wet and your cock hard as you watched my fingers play with the hard nipples, then I told you to tell me what you'd do with me right now.

You started to say how you'd lick the nipples, your hands rubbing my breasts as your tongue worked over the hard nubs, slowly working down towards my pussy your fingers would touch my clit and rub it a little as your lips continued to suck and play with the nipples, pulling with your teeth lightly and gently.

I moaned as I pulled my bare breasts, licking my fingers I used them on my nipples, your cock was so hard and throbbing as you watched me, your free hand the one not used to type with was wrapped around it stroking it up and down the shaft as you watched me and imagined you were there where you wanted to be, with me right then.

You went on watching and describing what you would do, how your fingers would slide into my pussy and back out, your thumb rubbing my clit as you fingered my pussy, your lips still sucking before you moved up and kissed my lips, my tongue moving into your mouth as we kissed hard.

I moaned my approval and rubbed my breasts harder as I read what you wrote and imagined you doing it, my pussy getting even wetter as you told me how your cock would be rubbing on my skin, moving it to my clit you'd rub the head against it before sinking the head inside my tight hole, kissing my lips still before moving back to my breasts sucking the nipples again as your cock would slide into my pussy the full depth, your pelvis hitting my clit as you thrust hard in and out of my tight hole, your cock throbbing as you did so.

You were rubbing your cock as you watched me play with my breasts, your cock was throbbing as your hand ran its length, in your mind it was my pussy not your hand and it was your mouth on my breasts not my hands.

I had my eyes closed as I imagined me with you, I opened them to see what you had wrote next, how your cock was buried deep inside me thrusting hard as you kissed my breasts and sucked the nipples, your hands squeezing my breasts as you did it, your tongue flicking my breasts as your cock slid in deeply and back out again.

I felt my pussy getting wet as I got more and more turned on as I rubbed my breasts and read what you would be doing to me, you yourself watching and rubbing your cock hard and fast, You were so turned on by how sexy I am, and what I were doing was the thing of your dreams, your hand was a blur as you rubbed your cock watching me and typing with the other, all the things you'd like to do to me just then.

That was when you had decided you had to take a trip to see me, you were so turned on by me that day and was so very disappointed when you had to go and stop doing what we were doing, stop watching my hands rub my full breasts and pull the nipples just for you.

It was a few weeks later when you told work you were having a week off holiday time, you'd asked me if I'd like to meet up with you of course I said yes, I wasn't going to say not to a sexy man like you, not one I really liked

You had bought your tickets and things were set, now all you had to do was decide what to pack, a week of being in England, a week to see me for real in the flesh, you couldn't wait to get on the plane.

Finally the day arrived and you took your suit case to the airport, this was it you were going to come see me for real, not just on a web cam or in an instant message picture, but in the flesh and we had a week to stay and do all the things you had wanted to for so long.

Arriving in England, you woke on the plane; you had fallen asleep on route and had been dreaming about what would happen when you saw me for real, you felt your hard cock throb in your pants, you must been thinking of me in your sleep or more to the point what we would be doing when you arrived at the hotel with me.

Getting off the plane you could feel the hard cock you had throb and you had to try and calm down so no-one else saw the bulge as you thought about me, pulling your luggage off the conveyor belt you made your way to get a taxi and meet up with me for the first time.

I watched every taxi go past my heart beat up as I wondered when you would arrive; we were going to stay at a hotel near my home, one called Ardsley House Hotel I had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity when I saw a taxi pull up and the door open.

You stepped out of the back and I saw the smile I had loved so much in your pictures, quickly we hugged and our tongues met, my hands wrapped around your neck as I pulled your body against mine, your hands going to my face you held me close as our kiss continued your hand moved down and rubbed my ass through my pants squeezing the cheeks as I giggled into my mouth as we kissed harder, the taxi driver watching as this man and young woman kiss like nothing he'd ever seen.

You and I were oblivious to what was happening around us, all we could concentrate on was each other as we kissed and your hands rubbed my ass cheeks and pulled me closer to your body, my panties wet with my arousal, your hard cock a bulge in your pants as you felt my body hit against yours, our lips still pushed together and tongue exploring each other mouths as we did.

The kiss was finally broken when the driver coughed and we realised we had an audience, I smiled as you grabbed your cases and paid the driver, I took one of them off you as we went into the hotel smiling all the way as we looked at each other and knew the first thing that was gonna happen was straight to bed.

Signing in you had a hand on my ass again, the person on reception could not see it but I could feel your hand slipping down into my pants and panties rubbing my bare, naked cheeks close to my asshole, I smiled and tried my hardest not to giggle as I felt your hands on my naked skin rubbing close to my little ring.

Your fingers rubbed into my skin and I gave a little moan hoping the receptionist didn't notice, by the way she looked at me she had heard something, I just smiled and blushed a little as you were given the keys to a room and I felt your hand move out of my panties giving one final squeeze of my luscious asscheeks and rub up them as you moved them out.

"You creep" I said laughing as we were in the hotel room before kissing you deeply, your arms wrapped around my stomach and going down to my ass, pulling me closer to your body as my arms went around your neck, our tongue's invading one another mouths again, slowly you pushed me back onto on to the bed getting pulled with me so you were laid on top, my legs opened with you nestled nicely in-between them, my crotch pushed up against yours, You could feel the dampness in my panties as I felt your cock begin to bulge against me harder, giving little throbs of pleasure.

I moan as you kiss my neck and slide down my body a little reaching up to pull my top off I help you get it over my head before you lean down and suck my nipples properly for the first time, your hands squeezing them you act out what we had written to each other the night I first showed you my naked breasts on web cam, your tongue flicking the hard nubs before your teeth take over and you bite them slowly pulling each in turn before your lips suck again and you kiss around the sensitive area's.

My hands go through your hair and I moaned out as you slowly lick down to my tummy and around my belly button flicking it as you move back up to my breasts teasing me knowing what I want but making me wait for it, your hand slowly slips down my body from my breasts and into my pants and panties slowly sliding your fingers over my clit as you bite the left nipple

Your fingers rub over the hard clit and you feel me shudder as I get wetter and wetter, your fingers sliding down you let one slip into my pussy but make sure to keep your thumb on my clit still pressing and rubbing on it making me moan and arch my back a little as your fingers press in deeper, you smile as you lick and suck my nipples, your lips being gentle to start with then sucking harder before letting up

You feel my hands on your head pushing a little wanting you to go lower but you don't you just smile and rub the fingers in my pussy deeper until they are fully inside me, once there you pull them ever so slowly back and then once only the tips are in they are pushed deep again, your thumb all the time teasing my clit,

You continue to do it for what seems like hours but its only minuets really, slowly as my moans become louder and I start to push my hips to meet you, you remove your hand and bring it up to my breasts rubbing the fluid from my dripping pussy onto the nipples before you look at me and smile, your tongue flicking it off of the hard nubs and you get your first taste of my sweet juice

Your lips enclose on my nipple and you suck off the beautiful juice, savouring its scent and flavour as your eyes look into mine a dreamy look coming back at you as your hands run down my body and you begin to pull my pants and panties down my legs, I help you lifting my ass off the bed so you can get them down and as I settle back down I am naked with you over my body.

You smile and begin to lift your t-shirt over your head I grab it and pull it off as you move down my body, your face just over my dripping wet, hot pussy as the t-shirt is fully off you and you immediately push your tongue against my hard clit, the tip touching it first before you pull the whole wet organ over it, I moan out to you as you do it again and move lower until your tongue is at the warm entrance of my pussy, but you stop and tease me more first.

With your tongue just millimetres away you slowly lick the lips of my pink pussy, not very hard just enough so I can feel the wetness of your tongue on them, you hear me moan and my legs close on your shoulders I beg you to lick me now, but you don't, you slowly continue to tease my pussy by only licking the lips to it, you rub your nose against my clit and get a smell of my arousal, wanting to just fuck me hard you resist and carry on teasing, knowing I will thank you later even if now I am frustrated by what you are doing.

My hands go to your hair again as I run them though you slip your tongue a little into my pussy, opening the lips as it slips past you use a finger to rub my clit hard as your tongue presses ever deeper into my pussy, flicking at the inner walls at it goes, touching every nerve ending inside as I moan loudly for you to lick me hard, you smile to yourself as you rub your tongue around the inside of my beautiful pussy, the juice washing into your mouth as you swallow every bit and go back for more, your tongue begins to thrust back and forth in and out of me as you feel my hands grab your head and my back arch in pleasure

"Play with your nipple for me as I lick you" you say before pressing your tongue back into my pussy licking every bit you can get your tongue to as I moaned my approval and began to pull my nipples with both hands, squeezing my breasts as I feel an orgasm rise from your licking, my nipples are hard and I pull them to get them harder, all the time wanting this orgasm to wash over me faster, my mind telling me this will be it but it never comes soon enough for me.

You rub your tongue deeply into me once more and flick my clit with your finger, the heat and tightness on your tongue rising as I prepare for a massive orgasm, you smile as you get more juice to swallow and gasp as I arch high and push my hips forwards your mouth suddenly overflowing with my juice as my orgasm explodes, I pull my sensitive nipples hard and twist them as I loose control your hands holding my ass giving me support as you lick continually through my orgasm until I finally come down from it.

Slowly and steadily you reach down and begin to pull your pants down and kick them off, both of us now naked I'm all flushed from my orgasm you kiss back up my body, lingering on my breasts again as I moan and you see a hand go down to my pussy rubbing my clit again but you stop me, kissing up my neck you whisper in my ear that I have to wait

I smile and bring my hand back as you lick my ear and get between my legs again, your cock rubbing up against my thigh close to my pussy you smile and rub yourself up against my skin, your body on mine you press your chest again my beautiful full and firm breasts, my nipples rubbing on you as your cock moves closer to my pussy.

"Put me inside you" you moan as you kiss me, you feel my hand run down your side and under you grabbing your cock I moan and rub it a little up and down with my hand, feeling every inch from the tip down to your balls I slowly move it towards my pussy and rest the head inside, moving my hands back to your ass I squeeze the cheeks and kiss you back breathing heavy as you begin to slide your hard cock into me for the first time, I am so wet it's easy for your cock to enter the dripping wet hole.

You sink your cock deeply into me; the head pressing against my walls as it slides into me, the heat inside my pussy overwhelming, as is the tightness as your hips press forwards and the inches slowly disappear inside my sexy body

I grip your neck kissing you and pulling your body to mine as you press the last inches of your cock into me, resting it there you let it pulse and I moaned to you as I felt it too, the soft throbbing of the flesh that's pushed inside my tight pussy, the wetness washing over it as you slowly pull your hips back the cock moving out of me with a deep moan from us both

You don't leave it out for long, quickly you feel my hands on your asscheeks try to push your hips forwards, you oblige and thrust hard into me with your cock, your pelvic bone hitting my clit making me scream out in pleasure as your throbbing cock invades me deep again, hitting hard as the last bit forces its way in and I wrap my legs around your back holding you as you begin to thrust in an even pace and depth.

I moan and call your name while screaming as you thrust hard into me, your cock throbbing still inside me as you lean down and kiss my lips hard, my tongue in your mouth wrestling with yours as my arms wrap around your neck and hold me against you, you feel my breasts pushed up against your chest and use your hands to play with them, squeezing and playing with the hard nipples making me groan into your mouth and gasp as your cock slows down its hard thrusts and just sits in my warm hole pulsing

You rotate your hips a little as you do to get your cock to move inside me, the kiss stops and I look up at you begging with my eyes for you to fuck me hard but you just smile and kiss me again, you feel my legs move down your back and on to your ass, pulling you into me you smile and pull your hips back before thrusting your cock deep into me again, you feel my muscles tighten around your cock as I arch up and pull your cock into me as an orgasm washes over my body again, the heat rising inside my pussy and the tightness like nothing your cock has felt before, you moan as you feel the juice wash over your cock and start to thrust into me despite the tightness

I moan and scream so loud you think the whole hotel will hear us but we don't care, you thrust hard into me as my orgasm begins to subside and that provides me with enough to start again, hitting against my sensitive clit does it for me and I pull you against me again as you thrust deep

I moan out for you to fuck me harder as you push your cock deep into me and try to make your hips move faster, your cock getting sensitive as you do and as you get closer to orgasm yourself, the sweat on our bodies showing just how turned on and active we are as your cock pushes deep and pulls back, my hips thrusting forwards to meet you and get you in as far as possible, my legs holding you against me as you say you're so close to Cumming

"Do it" I moan out hard "Fill me with your hot cum!" 

You moan and fuck me hard with your thick cock, hitting as deep as it will go as I clutch you against my body leaving only your hips to move, you keep thrusting your cock getting ever more sensitive as you feel the heat and wetness in my pussy clutch onto the skin, not wanting to let go but you thrust harder and harder, the tell tale feeling hitting you as you gasp out and arch your back your cock pressed deeply in to my tight pussy as your balls tighten and a torrent of cum shoots up and squirts out into me, filling my pussy as I gasp and moan

"Oh god!" I moan as more of your cum shoots out into me, washing over the walls of my pussy my legs still gripping you tightly against my body your chest pressed up against my breasts as the last few drops of your thick white cum leak into me, our breathing heavy as you lay on my body and I kiss you deeply before you move to the side of me and a trace of your cum leaks out of my pussy, and down towards my ass, I smile and giggle before scooping it up and licking it off my fingers

You watch and your cock gets a little hard again as you see me lick the thick liquid off my fingers my tongue wiping over them before I put each in turn into my mouth and suck it pulling it out of my mouth I moan and look at you with a smile before seeing your glistening cock, getting down on the bed I lick the underside and hold it in my hands before putting the head into my mouth and sucking your cock clean, licking it and sucking making sure not to miss a single spot, I swallow every bit I get off you and moan as I rub your cock with my hands as I concentrate on the head, you reach down and rub your hands into my hair as I lick and suck your hard cock

When finished I smile and move back up the bed resting against your body both of us naked as we take a rest and just look at each other, knowing we have a whole week to enjoy ourselves.



Your Turn



For a fair minded husband the sky is the limit

Aditya:

It was my wife Suja calling from Mumbai. She was attending a conference of social workers, and as usual in conferences she was enjoying herself. 

"Darling, today the President of the Association sent me mail inviting me to the sub-committee meeting to be held in Simla immediately after this. Could I go?"

"Of course you should. Why that question?"

"I have been away for six days and this would mean four days more."

"I can manage. Have a nice time. But what is this seminar about?"

"The same thing we discussed in the conference. The sub-committee has to translate the decisions into definite projects." 

"So you are in the select group."

"Yes."

"An honour?" 

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Congratulations. Must be recognition of your work in that field."

"Possibly."

"How many are so honoured?"

"Only one. The only other person from the Mumbai conference who would be at the seminar is Raul. He of course is one of the organisers."

I have been hearing a lot about this Raul. He is from Spain and is a leading worker in the particular field Suja specialises in. She has heard about him of course, and has read several of his books, but this is the first time she is meeting him face to face; and he has made a tremendous hit with Suja. Her letters are full of Raul did this, Raul said that, and vivid accounts of how handsome he looks, and how well he speaks. 'If he had chosen to be in politics he would surely be a cabinet minister by now,' was her estimation of him.

"We would be travelling together," she said. "We'll stay in separate rooms of course."

"Separate room, of course. It goes without saying. Why did have to mention that. You will be together most of time."

"We have to be."

"I have something to tell you Suja. I don't want to beat about the bush. I'll come to the point straightaway. You like Raul. To judge from your letters you like him very much. He seems to have taken to you too, and you two are going to be in the same hotel but in side by side rooms. Please listen to me, and please do not feel hurt. If the relationship develops towards greater intimacy my advice is follow your desires. Hold hand, kiss, fondle and if you feel comfortable go all the way. You have my full encouragement for that. This will not affect our relationship. On the other hand it will make the bonds stronger. But you should not allow feelings of guilt to filter in. That would be bad. Be open and free and enjoy yourself to the hilt. No need to call me for the next four days. Just email the flight you would be returning by." I rang off.

Suja:

I managed to replace the phone before it could fall off my limp hands. I was unable to say what my feelings were when he spoke those words. I was not hurt definitely. Not annoyed either. Pleased that he had waved the green flag? No, definitely not. Embarrassed? Yes, and stunned. I got over the shock soon enough and called him.

"Aditya what has happened to you?"

"Nothing."

"You are blabbering."

"No I am talking sense. If you pause and think for awhile you will know. You have taken my many little and medium sized escapades in your stride. That is the right attitude. Now it's your turn. Do as your mood takes you. You have my support."

"But I am a woman."

"Precisely. It makes no difference. There is nothing to discuss. Marriage does not mean that the man and woman should be fantasising about others all the time. An occasional true live adventure is proper and necessary. I have had it many, many times. You knew but there was not even a whiff of protest. I like that attitude. I have been waiting and waiting all these years to return the compliment. Enjoy yourself. I am taking my phone off the rest and am also switching off my cell phone. Email your return flight." He rang off. I tried to call but his phone was off the rack.

Aditya has had escapades. They were not secret. I have never questioned him on those. No, I did not like them in the least, but I accepted the way my mother had done. The parting advice of my mother when I left home is still green in my memory. 'Your father had other women from time to time. I never questioned him. Man needs variety. Let him have it. Do not confront him. You will only drive him away from you and you will make your children miserable." I have seen that happen. But now I find this policy extended to women. 'I have had it, now if you want you can too'. I was confused. Did he mean what he said? He sounded very sincere. I did not have time to ponder his words. The next meeting was due in a few minutes. The next two hours I was absorbed in the proceedings in which I took an active part. The principle speaker was Raul. 

Sunder was spot-on when he said that I was a fan of Raul. I was his ardent fan. I would not also deny that he was the object of my fantasies. When he suggested that if I was willing he would arrange for my inclusion in the sub-committee I was thrilled. It was an honour. More than that it was a chance to be with Raul for three more days. Then gradually a suspicion arose; was he was trying to have an affair. Was the invitation not an honour after all? I disposed off that doubt summarily. What did it matter why I was invited? I was in the sub-committee and that was that. My thoughts were confused, but when Aditya spoke to me I was calm again. 

In the flight to Delhi we spoke all the time of what transpired in the conference and how to arrange the projects. After lunch I said I wanted to snooze. For a while I rested my shoulders on the window. When I woke up my head was on Raul's chest. I opened my eyes. I hurriedly got up. He smiled. He was holding my hand. I tried to pluck it off. He held it softly. Our eyes met. Now I held his hand. I leaned back on his chest. He brought his face close to mine. He touched his lips to mine. He did not remove his lips till I kissed. And then we hugged and kissed in right earnest. 

We got into a cab that was to take us to Simla. It was a long journey and the roads were good but swirls of dust rose and covered the car. We were cosy inside the car. The humming of the air conditioner was pleasant to the ear. We started climbing. The scenery changed. We had stoppages and slow downs to make way though herds of sheep. The roads were now pot-holed.

"What do these shepherd women wear inside those baggy skirts," asked Raul.

"A curious question," I said.

"All men ask themselves that question."

"Rural women wear nothing. That's so in our parts. At the next level they wear skirts over their saris. The city dwelling middle class types wear knickers."

"Making it three layers of security."

"Why don't you ask what you want task."

"You could be helpful and answer without my having to ask."

"I wear knickers under my skirt." I felt a thrill pass through me when I said that. We drove in silence for about fifteen minutes.

"Suja," said Raul, "I have a request, an unusual one."

"What's that?"

"I want you to remove your knickers and hand it to me." I looked into his eyes. He was blinking uncertainly as if he expected me to refuse. 

I inserted my hand under my sari and skirt and reached for the knickers edge with minimal exposure. I pulled it down. I had to do it on the other side. It was now at mid thigh level. I took if off and offered it to him ceremoniously.

"Another of your collection?"

"I have no collection."

"First acquisition in a new collection?"

"Not that either. Just a memento."

We rode in silence for a while. I could sense another unusual request on the way. Must be my sixth sense.

"I have another request."

"Unusual?"

"Yes."

"Related to the previous?"

"Yes."

"If it is the bra you have to think again. That may be more complicated." He laughed 

"Not that. In fact I hesitate to tell what it is."

"Suppose I say I want to know."

"In that case I will. I want you to sit with your bare bottom on the seat."

"Bare bottom?"

"Modesty unimpaired. You sit with your bottom bare but externally ever thing should be normal." I felt the seat.

"I have tested it. It is quite warm." I came forward, discreetly lifted up sari and skirt behind by back and slid forwards. My bare bottom was now on the car seat. 

"You have to come forward so that you rest on the edge of the seat." I moved forwards. "Now you are ready to for a unique experience, a Spanish secret revealed only to very special outsiders. The combination of circumstances that makes it a success occurs only occasionally. It has now. Lean forward and relax,"

I did as advised though I had no idea what he as talking about; but not for long.

Every time the car bumped on the pot holed road the sensitive part of my pussy rubbed against the smooth car seat and a thrill passed through me. By spreading my thighs in a particular way I could get better stimulation. It was not an elegant way to sit but I could not help myself for it was so good. Raul knew. On a horse drawn carriages on the ancient cobbles stoned roads of Spain it must have been a wonderful experience. 

"Your pleasure would be enhanced if you sit astride with the crotch on the seat edge." I did so. I had to fold the leg on the seat and bend forward. The soft part of the seat touched the most sensitive part of my clitoris and with each bump a shock waved passed through me. Raul was holding one hand and his other hand was on the small of my back. He was smiling. I had the presence of mind to smile back. I was pouring juice which I knew must be wetting the car covers. I felt embarrassed, but I could not have stopped it even if I had wanted to. I was going higher and higher, and then the car went over a patch of rough road and I exploded. I held Raul's hand as I felt the spasms of orgasm. It was over. I rested my head on his chest and he held me. I was sweating profusely. This was a wonderful experience, a real Spanish magic.

"Rearrange your sari and move. I'll clean up with my handkerchief," he said. He did that and pocketed the handkerchief.

"One more for my collection of mementoes," he said. 

Soon we were at the hotel. After the formalities the bell boy collected our luggage and took us up. A raging fire was burning within me. I was certain Raul knew my plight and would come to my room soon. If he did not come to me in minutes I was certain to rush to his room and demand release. But he came. 

I was in the process of changing after a wash when he came. I wrapped a towel round myself and called him in. We ran towards each other and hugged and kissed.

"I can't wait, Raul, I simply can't," I said. The towel had long since fallen off. Raul undressed in a jiffy and we were in bed. I sought his cock and thrust it into my wet pussy, so wet that my thighs were soiled. I had a mighty orgasm, and Raul, an expert that we was, gave me two more. We lay exhausted. 

It was time for dinner.

Simla is cold in summer also. An electrical heater was on at the fireplace. We lay on the carpet in the nude exploring our bodies. Raul's penis was long in the erect state but with no matching girth. At my request he entered me from behind. I had long wanted it but Aditya's, owing to lack of length (which it made up in girth) used to slip out. The under surface of the cock rubbing directly on the clitoris I assumed would give a different dimension to the act. In the event the feeling was not great. For the next we reverted back to the tried and trusted missionary position. The contact between the bodies made this the best position for sexual intercourse. 

I got up in the middle of the night. Raul was sleeping peacefully by my side on the carpet in front of the fire. I had an idea. I have heard of women copulating with a man in his sleep. Why not try it? I rubbed his cock. At first nothing happened, but then it rose slowly, and then rapidly. I turned to see if he was awake. He was breathing deeply as in sleep. I stood over him astride and gradually lowered myself. I caught his now fully erect penis and place it against my vagina. I lowered myself. I guided the cock in. It entered smoothly for I was full of juices. Then I positioned myself. That was when Raul opened his eyes and smiled.

"Good job," he said. We laughed and then I rose and lowered myself. 

"Do that again," he said hoarsely. "Once again, and again, and again, and again." We had it together. At the end of it I was so exhausted that I had to rest on him. It was great.

The meeting started after early breakfast and went on till late afternoon. After late lunch some of us were to leave for Delhi and back home. I was in the room to pack when Raul came in.

"I am leaving in half an hour," I said.

"So?" I did not render a verbal reply. I kissed him. Suddenly, and strangely I had no feeling for him. He obviously wanted one last one, but I was not in the mood for it. I was ready to leave.

"If you come to Spain we can take a ride in a horse drawn carriage in the cobble stoned paved streets of one of our smaller towns where they still play the magic," he said.

'That won't be possible," I said.

"When do we meet again?"

"Never ever."

"I would write of course."

"Yes, but strictly business. Would you respect my wishes?"

"I would," he said reluctantly. He understood.

I noticed a curious phenomenon during the whole of my Simla trip. I always fantasise during sex. In Simla the object of my fantasies were always Aditya. I could not explain it. Once I left the town limits of Simla I had no thoughts of Raul; none whatsoever. The spectacular happenings in Simla were totally gone. In its place were thoughts of Aditya, and these were worrying ones.

Will he reject me? If he accepts me would the change in our relationship lead to a mechanical presence of two people in a house and nothing more? What would happen to me if that occurs. I want him so desperately that if he rejects me there is no point in my living. The descent of the plane increased the churning inside my stomach. A new thought. What if Aditya is not at the airport to receive me? Suppose I go home and find the house locked? The enormity of my conduct was now apparent to me. An adulteress in the meanest sense of the term; one who grabbed the chance her husband offered to satisfy her lust with no second thought. If he shuts me out of the house I deserve it. 

I was descending the escalator. I did not find him in the crowd inside the airport building. Aditya always prefers to stand out in the open place. I placed my luggage on a cart and pushed it towards the exit. And there in the distance I saw Aditya. Our eyes met, but I turned away in shame.



Aditya:

What will be the thoughts of a husband whose wife is alone in a distant place with a man she fancies, and to whom the husband had given full permission for intimacy up to any level? Those who have not been in that position please refrain from commenting. I was thrilled. My only fear was that Suja may chicken out at the last moment. When I saw her and she saw me and turned away I knew my fears were groundless. She looked intently at her baggage on the cart even avoiding darting sideward glances. I caught hold of her arm as she came out. She hugged me and burying her face on my chest she wept. I held her and shepherded her to the car. We hugged in the car; she was sobbing.

"I thought I had lost you forever," Suja said, "now I know you are still with me. Don't worry these are tears of joy." We did not exchange a single word of the forty minutes it took to reach home. We entered, and we hugged and kissed. We threw away our clothes and united. We were so hot that we climaxed almost at once.

Our love life that had gone into semi-hibernation has not only revived but has scaled unthought of heights. Every couple at one point need a catalyst to reawaken a sagging relationship. The Spaniard was our catalyst. It need not be a Spaniard: it could be an Indian, or Japanese, or Frenchman, or any nationality, but it has to be one of them!



Your Turn



"It's your turn tonight."

"I know."

"See anyone you like?"

"I'm looking."

"What about that guy at the bar?"

"Yea, nice, but maybe too young?"

"Hey, he's alone, and he's probably horny. If you like him, give it a try. You always underestimate yourself. "

"You're prejudiced."

"That's true. Now go on, you deserve it. "

"OK."

"I'll pretend I'm leaving. Wait about five minutes. "

"OK."

I am a lucky man. My 30 year old wife Janice not only looks sexy, she is sexy. By that I mean she likes sex almost as much as I do, and she likes variety. From the very beginning of our relationship we agreed not to be jealous or possessive, as long as we didn't keep secrets and came home to each other.

At first we didn't talk about our affairs, but one night while making love I asked her to describe in detail a prior sexual experience. At that point she was very aroused and after my second request she began telling me what she and her last lover did to each other. I felt jealous at first, but then I began to get more and more excited. When she saw the effect it was having on me, she began adding more and more details. My imagination was stimulated along with my body, and the combination was incredible. I encouraged her to tell me how she had felt, and as she did so we both reached a peak higher than ever before.

Afterwards we talked about how bringing in the images of the other man had brought us so close and enhanced our sexual experience. She admitted that telling me had helped her get rid of some guilt feelings and freed her to open up more. I acknowledged that I had been feeling jealous, even though I had always denied it, but that her telling me in an exciting way had somehow cleared the air and made us closer. We could now put sex in a place where we could both enjoy it without having it undermine our commitments to each other.

From that night on we agreed to share our sexual fantasies and experiences. Soon we found out that the best sex was when we were both participating in turning fantasy into reality. That was the beginning of the adventures that we called "your turn". 

The person whose turn it was got to pick the evening and set the stage. The other person had to go along with whatever drama developed. Tonight she had chosen a fancy hotel in the big city. We had driven in earlier in the day and gotten a luxury room. The hotel had a nightclub with live music and comfortable, private seating. It was just the kind of place she liked, and there were always attractive men and women staying there alone on business trips. I had chosen the same place on one of my "your turn" evenings.

She had taken a long time dressing in our room before we went down to the nightclub. Part of our ritual was I would watch her dress and comment on what I thought made her look the sexiest. We both wanted her to look sexy, but not slutty. It could be embarrassing if men thought she was a prostitute, although she said she expected that would happen sometime. I was not allowed to touch her while she got dressed. In fact, I was not allowed to touch her at anytime during the day when it was "her turn" until she gave me permission.

It was about ten o'clock when we entered the nightclub. There were maybe fifteen couples and half a dozen single people at the bar. The band consisted of a piano, a base guitar, and a drum and they were playing slow, very danceable music. We found a table in the middle opposite the bar.

"I'm leaving now. Good luck."

"Thanks, Charles."

I loved the sly smile and the look of excitement in her eyes. The nights when it was "her turn" were almost as good as the ones when it was "my turn". As I say, I am a lucky man.

When I came back into the nightclub about half an hour later, the young man from the bar was sitting at the table with my wife. They were smiling and laughing and obviously enjoying each other's company. My wife saw me come in and go to the bar, and she nodded ever so slightly. The guy was too busy trying to look down her cleavage to notice.

My return was the signal for my wife to turn up the heat. She did it by putting her hand on top of the guy's hand on the table, and then leaning her face up next to his ear to whisper something. He obviously liked the feeling of her hot breath on his ear, and he returned whatever the secret was by putting his lips up to her ear. After some more laughter and my wife thrusting her pert tits at him, she got up and headed for the ladies room. By leaving her purse on the table, she clearly let him know that she was coming back.

I observed him watching her as she swayed her hips moving across the room. At one point she looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled. From the expression on his face I knew she had set the hook deep.

He was staring off into space when I came over and sat down at the table.

"Excuse me, but could I talk with you a minute?"

"Uh, ok, sure."

"Now I don't want you to get alarmed and think there is going to be any trouble, but that is my wife you have been flirting with."

"What? You're nuts, she said she is here on a business trip. Alone. "

"I know that's what she said. It was our way of getting to meet you. "

"What do you mean? Why would you want to meet me? "

"So we could have fun together."

The look that came over the guy's face was priceless. His mouth dropped open in surprise and his body tensed. He had never expected something like this. I could see he was at once apprehensive and intrigued.

"I don't believe you."

"I didn't think you would, so I am going to show you. You see my wife coming back from the ladies room? She is not going to come to this table, but she is going to the bar, where she will wait until I signal her to come over here. "

Janice was looking at both of us as she went to the bar and sat down. She positioned herself so she could see us at the table, and also so that she could expose a lot of gorgeous leg.

"Well, do you believe me now?"

"This is really weird."

"Not so weird. Life is an adventure. It's just that most people are too hung up to experience all of it. My wife and I like the excitement of meeting attractive strangers and getting to know them real fast".

"I don't know about this. What is supposed to happen now? "

"It's simple. If you are as intrigued as I think you are, you just have to say you want to party with us and my wife will come over. We will have some more drinks; get to know each other, maybe a little dancing. But you must realize that my wife likes you and she will be very friendly. It this bothers you, just say so, and we will leave you alone. "

"It still sounds too good to be true. Must be some kind of scam. "

"Yea, I can see how you might think that. I probably would too. But if you keep your wallet in your pocket, and don't tell us your real name, how can we scam you? "

"All right, I am intrigued enough to see what happens. But don't be surprised if I seem a little paranoid. "

"Fair enough. I will signal my wife. "

I raised my hand and wiggled a finger at Janice, who smiled and slid off of the bar stool, never taking her eyes off of the handsome stranger. For his part, he looked from her to me and shook his head like he was trying to wake up from a dream.

"Well, I see you've met my husband, she said as he she sat down very close to him."

"Yes, you are full of surprises."

"You aint seen nothin yet," she laughed. "The next thing I'm going to do is give you a name—not your real name, but your name for tonight. That way you will free to leave behind your every day self and be the person of your fantasies. What do you think of that?"

My wife liked to play with their heads as well as their bodies.

"Sounds interesting," he said.

"Ok, you look like a William to me, very composed and aristocratic. But we will see what is under that "William" exterior."

Before he could respond to that, I said: "Please to meet you, William." "My name is Charles. I will be a part of this little drama, playing whatever part Janice wants me to."

At this point William took a big swallow of his drink and looked like he did not know what to say. Janice had a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she made her plan on how she was going to cokes William's true sexual nature out into the open. I had no doubt she could do it. 

"Let's get a good bottle of wine and move to that booth in the corner. It looks a lot more comfortable," she said

My job was to make things happen for her, and I immediately waved the waiter over and told him to bring a good white wine, a good red wine, and a bottle of Champaign to the table in the corner.

Janice stood up and took William by the arm. "Have you had dinner yet, William?" she asked.

I marveled at her technique. The question forced William to think about his answer, rather than agonize over whether he should allow this strange woman to lead him to a dark corner.

"Not really," he said. "I had planned to go to the dining room after a few drinks here in the bar."

"Not necessary," she said. "We can order some food with our drinks. It's much cozier here than in the dining room."

"Waiter, can you please bring us a food menu?" I said. I knew this ploy of my wife's would make it difficult for William to leave before he had eaten the food he had ordered. By that time he would have had many drinks and Janice would have him on fire.

We settled into the soft leather seats of the booth. It was semicircular in shape, and Janice arranged us so that she was in the middle. There was plenty of room, so we could all look at each other as we talked. The starched while tablecloth hung down almost to the floor. 

The three bottle of wine arrived promptly, with many goblets for uncontaminated tasting. The thoughtful waiter also brought a plate of various cheeses and crackers. Apparently it was clear to him that we were there for some serious drinking. We each chose our favorite wine and filled a glass.

"Let's toast to adventure and getting the most out of life," said Janice with a big smile. We all lifted our glasses, clinked them together, and drank. William seemed to be getting more into the spirit of things. As always, I was fascinated by the process. I wondered what Janice would do next. She was leading us, and both William and I were content to let her.

"Now William," she said, "you understand that Charles has agreed to go along with whatever drama I want to create tonight, as long as he is included. You are not ready to make such an open-ended commitment, because you don't know us and have never been in a situation like this. But you are intrigued enough to play along to see what will happen. Am I right?"

William smiled broadly and nodded his head. He moved forward in his seat, his body tense as he waited to hear what she would say next. The whole situation reminded me of being in the theater after a suspenseful first act, anxiously awaiting the curtain to go up for the second act.

Janice locked her eyes on William's and continued to draw him in. "Normally when we meet new people we talk about where we are from, what sort of work we do, our families, etcetera, etcetera. It is a comfortable pattern, and we seldom get out of it. But Charles and I decided to add some excitement to our lives by occasionally meeting new people on different terms, getting past their shells and tapping into their basic natures."

"You mean like at a costume ball where people can hide behind their masks and reveal their true passions?" William asked.

"Exactly," said Janice, smiling in a way that let him know she was pleased he had understood. "Only this is better, because there is no mask to accidentally fall off. You are completely anonymous and safe. You can indulge yourself in anyway you want with no consequences other than taking an exciting memory back to your regular life."

"I think it's time we ordered some dinner," I said, "but it looks like we are short a menu." 

"Not a problem," said Janice, "I can share mine with William."

She slid across the cushioned seat to get close enough for them both to see the menu. Since the light was very dim, she had to get very close. I could see that her breast was pressed against his arm, and I knew from experience that when she slid across a seat, her skirt would ride up on her legs. William was obviously having a hard time concentrating on the menu. She didn't make it any easier by putting her lips up to his ear and whispering, just loud enough for me to hear.

"What looks good to you, William?"

"You," he said, without hesitation. 

Her response was to shimmy her body up against him, and kiss him quickly on the cheek. "Let's order, and then I want to dance with you while we're waiting for the food."

I summoned the waiter, and we placed our orders. Janice and I chose salmon, while William ordered a big steak. He must have thought he was going to need the energy, and he was right.

As soon as the waiter left, Janice urged William out of the booth and onto the dance floor. A piano and bass were playing softly, encouraging several couples to dance slowly and intimately. Janice immediately put both arms around William's neck and pulled her body into his. His response was to put his hands on her hips and guide her movements in time with the music. I saw her whispering questions and him leaning down to answer her.

The music continued uninterrupted for at least ten minutes. I sipped my drink and tried to guess what they were saying to each other. There was a lot of body contact, and a lot of conversation. Finally, the music stopped, and the dancers all clapped politely. Janice and William remained on the dance floor, holding hands and looking into each others eyes as they continued their conversation. Then the music began again, and they resumed their dancing embrace.

At this point I was beginning to feel jealous and left out. She was not supposed to be having relationships without me. That was the deal. But it was her show tonight, and what could I do? At that moment they passed close to where I was sitting, and she gave me a quick smile and a wink. That was all it took to make me relax and savor the sexual anticipation.

When the food arrived, they suspended their so-called dancing and return to the booth. William's face was flushed, and he had a noticeable bulge in his slacks. My wife slid into the booth and kissed me lightly on the mouth before settling in front of her plate. 

"Well, this looks delicious," she said.

"I agree," confirmed William. He looked a lot more comfortable now, and went after his steak with relish. There was a slight smile on his face, like he was anticipating something very pleasurable.

Between taking little bites, my wife began talking. "Charles, I want you to know that William and I have agreed on a plan for the evening."

I couldn't wait to hear this.

"William, with a little coaxing from me, has revealed that one of his big fantasies is to have power over an attractive woman and her husband, so that they had to do whatever he told them. He always envisioned that he would know something or have something that allowed him to blackmail the couple, and that is what we are going to pretend tonight. We will have to do what William says, or he will do something to us that would ruin us."

William was looking at me intently to gage my reaction. I resolved not to disappoint him, or my wife.

"I see. I suppose you told him about how that idea fits with you submission fantasies."

She smiled and put a finger up to my lips. "Of course, dear, and I also told him about your humiliation fantasies."

"Ummm", was all I could muster at that point. I felt myself getting hard and squirmed in my seat. That was all William needed to get started.

"All right," he said. "You will learn that I am a very decisive person. Once I make up my mind to do something, I go all out. Let's see how serious you two are about playing this game."

Janice and I looked at each other. Had we happened on a real alpha, take charge male? We each took a deep breath and waited.

William didn't disappoint. Very calmly he said, "Before the waiter comes to take our empty plates, I want Charles to remove Janice's panties and give them to me."

He was sure not wasting any time. Janice's eyes got wide. I don't think she expected him to be so forceful so fast. But I thought it was great; she was going to be put through her paces. As they say, be careful what you ask for because you might get it.

"Yes sir," I said.

I slid across the curved seat of the booth until I was close enough to my wife to put my hands under the table on either side of her hips. Slowly I moved my hands down the outside of her thighs until I felt the bare skin of her legs under her dress. I was glad that she was not wearing stockings, or even worse, panty hose. With her firm, tanned legs she didn't need them.

"Put your hands on the table and look at me," William commanded, staring intently into her eyes.

She complied immediately, and I began to move my hands up her thighs towards her panties, which I knew to be very brief. When I reached her hips she shivered slightly, but she kept her eyes locked on William's.

"Lift up your ass my dear, just a little." I said, and when she did I pulled at the waist band on both sides and rolled the panties over her suspended butt.

William leaned forward and put his finger on her lips. "Kiss my finger Janice; get it wet for me."

The panties were now traversing her thighs and sliding over her knees. I had to bend down to keep them moving and to clear them from her shoes. She lifted her feet off the floor to help me. And at the same time she was kissing and licking William's finger. 

Just as I straightened up with the panties in my hand, the waiter appeared and asked if we were finished with our meal. William was clearly speaking for all of us now, and he told the waiter to take the plates and bring us desert menus. He still had his finger at Janice's lips.

As the waiter started gathering the plates, William looked at me. "I believe you have something for me," he said.

I had Janice's panties in my hand under the table. With the waiter standing right there I had been trying to hide them. Now William was ordering me to hand them over in full view. What would he think? I glanced at Janice, and she was looking down at her about-to-be-removed plate, still kissing William's finger. Knowing that our mutual humiliation was exciting us both, I produced the panties from under the table and handed them to a smiling William.

The waiter almost dropped the plates he was balancing on his arm. Quickly recovering, he looked hard at each of us, especially Janice. "I'll be right back with the desert menus," he stammered, and he turned and headed for the kitchen.

"That was very good, Charles," said William, as he accepted the panties with the hand that was not raised to Janice's lips. He put the panties briefly up to his nose. Then with a sigh, he put them in the side pocket of his jacket.

"How do you feel, Janice, now that you are so available under the table?"

She looked at him and licked his finger before answering. "Very vulnerable," she said.

"And excited?"

"You know I am."

"Yes, but I don't know how much. I think I should check, don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, William removed his wet finger from her lips and put his hand on her leg under the table. She squirmed and crossed her legs. William frowned at her, and she uncrossed her legs. I watched, spellbound and hard.

At that moment the waiter came back with the menus. I noticed two other waiters also looking our way. The whole staff was undoubtedly now aware of us.

"You order for us, Charles," said William. "I'm occupied right now."

It was clear that William's hand was moving under the table. Janice suddenly straightened her back and gasped slightly. The waiter's mouth dropped open and stayed that way for a good five seconds.




Your Turn



I acted like nothing was happening. "I believe we will have something light for desert. Do you have a good orange or lime sherbet?" I asked.

"Yes sir," he said, and he hurried away without asking which flavor we wanted.

William laughed. "I guess Janice scared him."

"Ahhhh," came from Janice. William's hand was apparently still moving under the table.

"So Charles, as you can see I am really enjoying your wife. She has such nice legs....so smooth and firm."

"Ohhh," Janice was now squirming on the seat.

"I guess I'd better be careful," said William, "If Janice gets too stirred up they may kick us out of here before we have our sherbet. But I do want to keep her on edge. Here Charles, lick my finger for me."

He brought his hand up from under the table and extended it toward my lips. Without hesitation I stuck out my tongue and licked the two fingers extended to me. Oh, the humiliation! I was being forced to taste my wife on the fingers of another man. My stomach was churning with sexual excitement. I was rock hard.

Janice gave me a knowing smile. She was well aware of my humiliation fantasies, and this was promising to be the first real life experience of them. William must have had some of his own, because he seemed to sense what I needed.

"Thank you, Charles," he said, as he removed his hand from in front of my face and put it back under the table.

Instantly Janice's eyes opened wide and her back straightened. But she managed to muffle her moan deep in her throat. She had seen the waiter approaching with our deserts.

"That's a good girl," said William.

None of us said anything as the waiter placed the sherbet cups in front of us. He had brought two orange and two lime. When he finished he stood back and asked if we wanted anything else. In spite of the fact that I had ordered the desert, he addressed the question to William. It must have been clear to him as well as to me that William was in charge of our little group.

"That will be all," said William. "You can bring us the bill."

The waiter hesitated, as if he wanted something else to happen. I could hardly blame him. Janice was flushed and taking deep breaths. William's hand was under the table at her side. With one last glance at me, the waiter turned and walked away.

"Charles, I have a good appreciation for Janice's thighs, but in this public place I cannot tell much about her upper body. Her breasts are pushing mightily against her tight top, but how big are they?"

He was actually going to make me describe my wife's breasts to him. I felt myself getting even harder.

"Her bra size is 35C," I said, and then added, "but lots of times she doesn't wear a bra."

"Does she have one on tonight?"

"No. That dress gives her the little support that she needs."

"Her breasts are very firm, then?"

"O yes."

"Ahhhhhhh," a long moan escaped from Janice. The combination of William's fingers and the talk about her body was having its effect. Fortunately the waiters had determined to ignore us.

"And are they very sensitive?" asked William, like he was asking for directions to the interstate.

At this point I was holding nothing back. "She likes to have them treated roughly. It's impossible to squeeze them too hard. I once made her come just by squeezing and pinching the nipples."

Janice pretended shock that I was giving such personal information to this stranger. "Charles, how can you tell him things like that?"

"Be quiet, "snarled William. "Charles is going to tell me all about you and do whatever I order him to. Between the two of us, we are going to expose your raw sexuality and make you feel things you never knew existed."

As if to punctuate his statement, William pushed closer to Janice and flexed the muscle in the arm that was under the table. Janice literally jumped out of her seat, and her hand flew to cover her mouth. It was not hard to guess where William's fingers had gone.

She had barely settled down when the waiter showed up with the bill. "Give it to him," William said, nodding toward me. I guess in addition to giving him my wife, I was going to have to pay for his dinner. I quickly added a big tip and wrote our room number on the bill. The waiter looked it over, thanked me, and with a little bow, began to back away.

"Stay as long as you like," he said. Apparently the staff was not concerned about our behavior.

"Thanks, we will," said William, and the waiter left us. At that point, William leaned forward and spoke softly, as if he wanted to confide in us. We both inclined our heads toward his in order to hear what he was saying.

"There is one more thing I want to do before we leave this place and go up to your room. I have already confirmed by touch and observation that Janice is thoroughly aroused by our little game, but I am not so sure about Charles. Janice, I would like you to check on this point for me."

Janice looked from him to me, willing to do whatever William wanted, but not quite knowing what that was. William was about to let her know.

"Charles, unzip your pants under the table."

Both of them were looking at me to see how I would respond to being ordered to expose myself in a public place. I am definitely not the "flasher" type, and I knew I would feel very uncomfortable and vulnerable if I did this. On the other hand, I was strangely excited by the thought of submitting to this dominant male. I took a long drink from my wine glass.

"Don't worry, Charles," said William, "I have no desire to see or touch you, or to embarrass you. The tablecloth will conceal what Janice is going to do to satisfy my curiosity."

"Go ahead," said my wife, "after what I've done, it's the least you can do."

After taking another big gulp of wine, I put my hands under the table, and holding onto my pants with my left hand, I used my right to pull down the zipper. A large and very hard object pushed upward on my boxers, but it stayed covered.

"OK, Janice, check him over and tell me what you find."

My beautiful wife slid across the seat so that she could reach me under the table. Never taking her eyes from mine, she walked her fingers up by thigh to the bulging opening.

"Oh my," she exclaimed. "There is something very hard in here, but it is covered up."

"Uncover it so you can judge its true nature," said William.

Janice was really enjoying herself by teasing me. "Let's see," she said. "Maybe if I were to put my fingers through this little opening...."

Her fingers began exploring around inside my shorts. The feeling was incredible, and I wanted more. My arousal had reached the point where nothing else mattered but the escalating sensations.

"Well?" asked William. "What is his condition?"

Janice was not through with me yet. She wanted to take this experience to the limit. 

"I am having a hard time determining his true condition. His pants and shorts are restricting my access." All the while she was continuing to touch, probe, and squeeze.

"We can't have that," said William. "Charles, push your pants and shorts down to your ankles. The table will hide you."

Before I could even process this order, Janice was undoing my belt. "Do it honey," she breathed in my ear. "You know you want to. I'll help you."

I felt like I was in some kind of trance as Janice opened my pants. "Lift up your hips, just a little. That's it."

Using both of her hands under the table, she dragged my pants and shorts down to my ankles. The cool air washed over me, and I shuddered in anticipation.

"Now that's better," she said, and put a hand under each bare thigh. "Slide forward a little on the seat so I can feel under here."

I did as she asked, knowing that I was making myself completely vulnerable from my stomach to my ass. She continued to use both hands as she ran her fingertips over my body. Her lips were close to my ear.

"Relax, honey. I want to be able to tell William how big and hard you are."

I took a deep breath as her hand closed around me, and her thumb began a slow circular motion

"He is very, very hard, as hard as I've ever felt him," she said, looking at William.

"Keep working on him," said William. "Bring him close, but not over the top."

Janice smiled at me and then licked my ear with the tip of her tongue. At the same time she extended one hand under me so that she could tease my ass with her finger. The other hand kept up its exquisite torchure of my cock. My body was tense and my hips strained upward. I was in another place and time.

"Don't stop," I pleaded. "Don't ever stop."

Saying that was a big mistake, because it gave William the opportunity he needed to demonstrate his power.

"Stop," he said to Janice. "Keep your hands there, but stop moving them."

"Ohhhh," was all I could muster.

William leaned forward. "Would you like me to have Janice finish you?" he said.

"Yes, yes," came from me.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"That will earn you a little more, but not what you crave. Janice, give him five seconds."

My sweet wife used those five seconds to tease me back to my former state.

"Now, Charles," said William. "Before we go any further, I want to be sure you are going to be fully cooperative for the rest of the evening. After we leave here are you going to invite me to go to your room with you and your wife?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. When we get to your room here is what you will do. You will slowly undress your wife for me, showing me her body a little at a time and telling me about all her secrets. You will invite me to touch and explore her. This will continue until she is wearing nothing but her high heels and jewelry."

Listening to this, Janice was squirming in her seat, and her fingers were moving on me again, in spite of her orders to stop. I was too far gone to consider any response other than, "Of course, sir, whatever you want sir."

But William wasn't finished. He wanted us both committed to his coming pleasure, and he continued telling us what was going to happen when we got to our room.

"After she is naked, you will help me administer a spanking."

This got Janice's full attention. "Why do you want to spank me?" she said. "Haven't I been a good girl?"

"I will spank you simply because I want to," he said. "I will enjoy making your body bounce and squirm. Afterward you will be much less likely to refuse me anything, less I spank you again. And the sting will put an edge on your senses that will enhance both of our pleasures."

Janice seemed to like what she was hearing. "Oh my," she said, and her fingers moved some more.

"Charles, you will help me bend her over a table, or the back of a chair, and hold her down while I slap her ass with my hand, and maybe with my belt. In between slaps I may have to examine her. You will not release her until I say so. Is that clear?"

Janice was working her fingers more and more, and I was about to explode. "Yes sir," I said again, and then as Janice began squeezing me, I kept repeating, "Yes sir. Yes sir."

"OK, Janice, you can finish him now," William said, and he tossed her his cloth napkin. 



Your Turn



She heard the front door open and then shut and knew he was home. Perfect timing. She had come home early just for him. They worked opposite shifts and did not get to see much of each other lately. She had plans for him. He was surprised to see she was home and wondered what could be wrong, but knew when he came in and smelled her bath oil that she was just home early. He wondered if she would do that thing he liked. He hoped so. He got himself a drink and sat down to wait and see. 

She heard him pour his drink and waited just a few more minutes before getting out and drying off. She went to his closet and got out one of his dress shirts and out it on. She walked down stairs. She liked the feel of her legs brushing against her clit. She really should go without underwear more often. The starched fabric of his shirt also made her nipples stand up. She smiled at the thought of what was to come. 

She walked into the kitchen and looked into the family room at him, she knew he was hopeful. She would not disappoint him. It had been for to long. He worked very hard to help make a good life for them not to get what he likes the most every once in a while. She asked how work was for him today to which he replies "It sucked." Well a rough day at work will make this even better. She walks into the room with him to feed the fish. She bends over at the cabinet to get the fish food and does not bend her knees. She takes her time finding it . Giving him a great view of her cunt. She keeps it shaved and she wonders if he can tell she has changed the ring in her clit. This one says "Eat me." She hopes he does just that. 

He sit on the sofa and watches her cross the room. She is wearing one of his shirts and he can see her erect nipples under the fabric. Oh yes this is going to be good. She bends over to feed the fish and shows him she is not wearing underwear. That nice shaved pussy peeking out from under the hem of his shirt makes him hard. He can even see her clit ring. It is almost to much. But he knows there will be more. He just sits and watches.

She stands up and looks over at him and she can see the effect she is having on him. He finishes off his drink and she walks up to him and says read my new ring. She puts her leg on the arm of the sofa to give him a good view. He smiles and lean forward. "Eat me?" He says. She grabs a fist full of his hair and puts him to work. His hands reach out to hold her hips and he buries his face into her cunt. He finds the spot just behind the bottom ball of her ring and puts his tongue to it. She throws her head back and sighs. Its not long before she is pushing her hips out to fuck his face. The grip on his hair is getting tighter and her juices are running down his chin. He inserts a finger into her and she grabs even tighter and moans loudly. He sucks her clit into his mouth as he add a second finger. She is really fucking his face now. She cums all over him with a loud whimper. He can feel her shacking and helps her to sit down. She smiles and says "Your turn."

She takes him by the hand and on shaky legs leads him up to the shower. While the water is warming up she helps him to undress. She unbuttons his shirt and slips it off. His belt is next, then his pants. He takes his shirt off of her slowly. Enjoying the sight of her breast slowing coming into view. He leans down and takes one into his mouth which causes her to gasp. Her hands are in his hair again. He reaches down to rub her clit again and she moans out loud. As he moves over to the other breast he put his finger in again and before he can bring her to another orgasm she grabs a fist full of hair and pulls him to his feet. "I told you it was your turn." she says and pulls him into the shower.

She slaps his hand away as he reaches for her again. She soaps up a sponge and goes to work washing his back. She takes her time rubbing every inch of him. He just stands there and let her hands run over his body. She finally comes to his dick and washes it very slowly. She uses her hands for this part. She likes the feel of it hardening in her hand. Once he is rinsed off she drops to her knees and takes him into her mouth. She runs her tongue over the head and he sighs with pleasure. When she sucks the head and runs her tongue up and down the inverted V at the base of the head and his shaft meet and he has to put his hand out to brace himself against the wall. With one of her hands wrapped around the base of his dick and one playing with his balls he is in haven. 

He runs his hand into her hair. He doesn't push her head down on to his dick because he knows she will stop, and she is doing a great job without his help. She can tell by his breathing that is close but she decides to help him along. She starts to rub his ass. His muscles tighten but she makes him relax by starting to pump his dick faster. As soon as he loosens up she pushes her finger in. he gasps at the intrusion, but she does not stop and he is to close to cumming to care. She runs her finger in only up to the second knuckle and starts to rub. To his surprise it is starting to feel good and his need to cum grows strong very quickly . He grabs on tight to her hair. If she is going to finger his ass she is also to swallow his cum. To his amazement she does not even try to get up. She swallows with out complaint, which is a first. She sit back after she finishes licking him clean and just smiles. He smiles back and says "Your turn."



Your Turn



[All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS] 

* * *

"What's taking them so long?" Anna thought to herself impatiently, as she waited for Elle and Vanessa to arrive.

She was lounging in a very unladylike and coltish way on a chaise in the backyard; with one knee up, which made her skirt hike up far enough to expose quite a bit of her panties to anyone who might be looking; although all the neighbouring houses seemed fairly deserted with so many people away on summer holidays. It was just a "Saturday skirt"; she'd had it for years, and it was now much, much too short for her. But she had always liked it; and anyway her mother wasn't around to scold her about it, or how much was showing; or being braless while wearing a more or less see-through top; or anything else for that matter. Being on her own for the very first time somehow made her feel both sexy and reckless, so much so that she had slept in the nude for the very first time, and wandered around the house in the same state most of the morning!

Anna's parents had gone away for the weekend, starting yesterday, and Anna's older brother had also left for his girlfriend's cottage, so she had the house to herself. Of course her mother was all freaky about her being there alone; and being raped, or worse, 10 minutes after the last car had left the driveway.

"I'm hardly a child," she thought with some annoyance as she recalled the lectures, admonitions, warnings, and every other possible kind of safety instruction she had received from her mother before her parents left; presumably never to see their daughter alive again!

Finally she heard the garden gate opening, and so she got up, greeting each of her friends, after which the three of them began to chat.

"Boy it's hot," Vanessa noted, "maybe we could go inside for a bit?"

"No let's sit out here," Elle countered pointing at the patio furniture, "it's a beautiful day."

"Oh all right." Vanessa said, relenting, "what shall we do?"

"Don't worry," Elle replied with a knowing smile, "I organized something special."

"What is it?" Vanessa asked.

"One that will definitely make you hot, Van ..." Elle said slyly, "but not on account of the temperature."

"Like what?"

"You'll see," Elle said, with a nod of her head in the direction of her cell phone, which she had placed on the picnic table.

Perfectly on cue, and before Vanessa could continue her interrogation, the cell phone rang, and Elle promptly answered it.

Anna watched as her friend conversed in an animated tone of voice. Anna and Vanessa had been friends forever, while Elle had attached herself to the pair about 3 years ago, when she first arrived from overseas. Elle, her real name was Ellisemarie, was the daughter of a pair of doctors; who had met at a hospital in one of the former French Equatorial Africa colonies, Cameroon. He was a native of the country; she was from France itself. As sometimes happens with mixed race marriages, a happy combination of genetics produces children that are both unique and exotic. Elle was all of that, and then some! She had a wonderful light café au lait complexion, with high cheek bones, amazingly green eyes, and full lips, complimented by lustrous dark chocolate hair that fell in a series of gentle waves over her shoulders. Just for good measure, she also had an almost perfect figure, with nicely developed curves above and below her slender waist. Taller than the other two girls, she carried herself gracefully, and, as one might expect with the offspring of two physicians, was exceptionally intelligent, although also more than just a bit of a tease. Since she had gone to an exclusive English language private school from the time she was five, except for her accent, rather correct way of speaking, and looks, you wouldn't know that she was from another country; especially as she had picked up most of the local slang, including the less than polite expressions, from her girlfriends.

Vanessa was the personification of a bookworm. Not that she was all that bad looking, Anna had to admit, but rather that she was the type of girl who thought the whole "beauty routine" a complete waste of time, and that any old clothes, no matter how unflattering, were more than adequate. Hidden behind her glasses were some astonishing blue eyes, her best feature. A brunette, she kept her hair shorter than the other girls, just above her shoulders, and she did have a nice smile, and an actual figure, which was considerably better than Anna's pathetic collection of female attributes.

"Imagine calling these 'assets'," Anna thought to herself bitterly, while looking down at her bare breasts through the scoop neck opening of her top. About the only thing remarkable about them was that when she was aroused, the nipples were very sensitive to the touch ... too bad no boy had ever be attracted enough to her to find this out! Unlike Vanessa, Anna had tried to make herself as nice looking as she could. Her light, almost blond, hair tumbled down to the middle of her back, and shone from being religiously brushed. She shopped carefully for clothes, trying to choose items that were both in style, and suitable for her slim physique. Just a fraction over five feet tall, she was sadly more than a little familiar with the "tween" section of most stores. Even the addition of some expensive padded bras, and some rather short skirts, didn't seem to help matters as far as male attention was concerned.

"Maybe it's just my looks," she thought to herself gloomily.

Anna knew she wasn't pretty, but she didn't think of herself as totally ugly either; just very sadly average. A few boys had shown some interest in her from time to time, usually those from the "certified loser" club; but who wanted to be seen with them? All they needed, she thought with a grimace, as she recalled a few of their stumbling pathetic advances, was a sack cloth, a bell, and an "Unclean" sign! Surely there was one nice, socially acceptable, boy out there ... please God, just one ... who might become interested in her ... or even, by some miracle of miracles, fall in love with her!

"We're having company" Elle announced, putting the phone down.

"Who is it?" Vanessa asked.

"Two guys I met at the hospital; they got hurt at a construction site."

Elle's parents had her volunteering at their hospital that summer, rather than getting a paying job. Apparently money for college wasn't going to be a problem in Elle's family; and anyway she had received a full tuition scholarship. Vanessa had a scholarship as well, although not on a par with Elle's. Anna had ... well nothing ... except a high school diploma with decent, but not spectacular marks ... sometimes it was hard not to be jealous of your friends.

"Are they construction workers?" Anna asked, puzzled.

"Of course not," Elle laughed, "they've just finished first year university ... they're both nineteen."

That figured! Elle's taste in boys normally included student athlete types with futures as Rhodes scholars, or Nobel laureates. Granted this was an exaggeration, but only a slight one, Anna thought with some further tinges of jealousy.

"They'll be here in about 40 minutes ... if that's OK ... I thought maybe we could all hang out together ... they're good guys ... both smart... and not bad looking either," she added with a giggle, "I'm sure they'll enjoy meeting both of you ... although I doubt if they'll pay much attention to Vanessa or I, not with sweet little Miss Anna dressed like that!"

"Ha, ha," Anna retorted, somewhat defensively.

"That skirt is so short it could qualify as a belt," Elle said sarcastically, pressing home her point, "and from a certain angle you can see right through that top like it wasn't even there!"

"I mean why bother with a bra when it's this hot, Elle," Vanessa offered with a mischievous smile.

"Total nuisance on a day like this ..." Elle agreed, winking back at Vanessa.

"Maybe I should change?" Anna said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"What for," Elle replied with a snicker, obviously enjoying Anna's growing discomfiture, "do you have anything on under that skirt?"

"Of course," Anna protested, blushing.

"Just checking," Elle smirked, "... too bad ... it might be a lot more fun for the guys if you didn't!"

"That's enough, Elle," Anna protested, "I didn't know we were having company when I got dressed ... I'll put something else on."

With that, Anna scurried across the deck to go into the house, as she opened the door she heard Vanessa questioning Elle: "But what about Jeremy; I thought you two were an item?"

"No we just called it off ..."

Jeremy had been Elle's boyfriend for the last five or six months. They went to the senior prom together and appeared to be quite taken with each other; at least that was what Anna thought. Vanessa had given the prom a miss, despite vigorous protests from Anna, who really didn't want to go stag without at least another girl there for moral support. Anna had gone anyway ... a few boys had asked her to dance, and one of them invited her to an after party. When she got there, it became quickly apparent that underage drinking wasn't the only attraction at this event, as some of the couples snuck off to upstairs bedrooms and the like in order to get up to another form of adolescent mischief; one that required some serious exploration of the more intimate parts of the female anatomy.

After a couple of drinks, and a few rather close dances, her newfound "date" had made a bit of a play for her, probably assuming that she had accepted his invitation with a full understanding of his intentions ... you couldn't really blame him. She had turned him down, nicely, but firmly; something told her that he was as inexperienced as she was, and that the potential sexual encounter had "disaster" written all over it!

It didn't take Anna long to change, as she flung off her skirt and top, replacing them with another skirt, navy, and still short, but not ridiculous, and a cream coloured sleeveless cotton blouse, remaining defiantly braless underneath it, despite the teasing of Elle and Vanessa.

"If they get to see, they get to see ... and so what?" she thought to herself as she buttoned it up. It was just the kind of mood she was in. After checking her hair and makeup, she descended to the main floor and joined the others in the backyard. The Jeremy discussion, whatever it had been, was being replaced by a much more interesting topic.

"Elle," Vanessa said cautiously, "can I ask you something personal?"

"OK," Elle said breezily.

"How many boys have you slept with?"

"Just Jeremy," she answered in a matter of fact way.

"How many times?"

"Enough."

"What did you do about birth control ... condoms?"

"No need," Elle replied, "I went on the pill right after I met Jeremy. I just knew he was going to be the one ... and we were both virgins, so no STD's to worry about."

"My mother made me go to the doctor and get started last month," Vanessa said with a bit of sarcasm, "she's certain I'm going to let every guy I meet at frosh week have a turn ... can you believe that!"

"My mother did the same thing," a surprised Anna said, joining the conversation, "did she give you a box of condoms as well?"

"Uh huh," Vanessa replied with a nod of her head.

"They must have been talking," Anna said, now suspicious, "because mine basically told me the same thing ... she thinks I'm going to jump into bed with the every boy that looks sideways at me!"

"That's ridiculous," Elle said.

"Well," Vanessa said a bit ruefully, "before I sleep with the entire frosh class it might be nice to just have done it once or twice with someone like your Jeremy."

"If he were here," Elle said, with a mischievous grin, "I could probably get him to make a house call for something like that."

Jeremy's intentions to go to medical school were no secret.

"You mean he wouldn't mind playing 'doctor' with me?" Anna said suggestively.

"Not at all," Elle smirked, "it probably goes something like this ..."

Elle rapped on an imaginary door with her knuckles, and then opened it, as if she was Jeremy making the aforementioned house call.

"Now tell me, young lady," Elle said loftily to Anna, "where exactly is the problem ... oh I see ... down there ... why don't you pull down your panties and show me?"

"Hey!" Anna exclaimed while Vanessa giggled.

"Tsk, tsk ... looks like a very bad case," Elle continued with a smirk, "well Miss Anna, I think you had better take off the rest of your clothes, lie down over there, and spread your legs ... I have just the thing for your condition."

"I'll just bet he would," Vanessa snickered, while Anna felt herself flushing again.

"I think I hear the doorbell," Anna announced, glad to change the subject, and heading towards the sliding doors, "c'mon ..."

* * *

Bryan stood nervously beside Connor on the doorstep. His insides were doing somersaults as they waited for the door to open. He had met Elle at the hospital, although initially he would have hardly been able to say a word to her if it wasn`t for Connor. His best buddy wasn`t nearly as shy around girls as he was, and didn`t hesitate to "chat her up", as his British cousins liked to say.

He had been unconscious, and when he woke up, he just lay there groggily with his eyes closed, uncertain as to whether he was alive or dead. The last thing he remembered was the scaffolding collapsing onto them, and then falling, and then blackness. But when he felt the pain, almost everywhere all over his body, he knew he was alive.

"Where am I," he managed to say.

"In the emergency ward ... just don't try to move," a female voice said quite close beside him. He was aware that there was a cold cloth on his forehead. Opening his eyes he saw the owner of the voice; and you could certainly be forgiven if you had thought you really were in heaven, when you awakened to an incredibly beautiful angel keeping watch over you.

Looking around, he discovered that he was on a stretcher of sorts, surrounded by privacy screens. 

"I have to tell them you're awake," the angel said gently.

"Someone will be back right away to see you, but you mustn't move," she added, leaving the room.

That someone was a doctor, who explained that he had been out cold for quite a while.

"You friend was only unconscious for a moment," he explained, "but I was afraid you were in a coma."

"Good thing your hard hats stayed put," he continued, "or both of you would probably have been killed.

"How's Connor," he asked.

"He's fine ... just very sore ... I gave him something for the pain, and now I'll give you something too ... it can make some people groggy ... and you can't fall asleep right now, so if you do, someone will wake you."

Bryan tried to adjust his position, but it hurt like hell! The doctor gently pushed him back down onto the stretcher.

"Steady ... you have to stay still until we see if you have any internal injuries," the doctor said, as he shone a light into Bryan's eyes, "I don't think you have a concussion, but I'm concerned about how long you were out ... maybe fluid around your brain, or a skull fracture. We'll do a MRI to find out ... and Connor as well ... just to be safe ... I'll get the nursing assistant ... Ellisemarie", he called out.

The angel reappeared moments later, now Bryan knew her name.

"Would you mind getting someone to help you wheel him, and the other young fellow, down to radiology? The orders are here; skull and full body ... might as well look for any other injuries at the same time," he said, passing over two pieces of paper.

The rest of the day passed slowly, with the arrival of frantic parents, and then the trip to diagnostic imaging, where the beautiful angel very carefully and gently removed all his clothing and then covered him with a thin sheet. After a lengthy trip through the monster imaging machine, followed by a session with a portable X-ray machine, there was a further wait for a preliminary screening of the pictures by the radiologist, after which they were allowed to use the washroom, finally! Once upright, the angel produced a hospital gown for each of them, and then they were wheeled into the same semi-private room to be kept at least overnight for observation. Bryan didn't really notice much of this, not once the effects of the pain killers prescribed by the emergency room doctor kicked in. Although with the pain subsiding, he soon drifted in and out of sleep, only to have the angel gently awaken him each time.

It was a hellish evening, as the beautiful angel was replaced by a grotesque and abrupt night nurse, who didn't let either of them finally fall asleep until after midnight, having passed a 12 hour precautionary period specified on their charts.

By the next morning, they were both much better, although extremely stiff and sore now that the pain medication had been reduced. A different doctor came by and had a look at both of them, pronouncing that by some miracle neither had any broken bones or ruptured spleens, or other problems, although they couldn't be discharged until he heard further from the radiologist about any potential head injuries. And a police officer arrived to take a short statement from each of them, even though there wasn't all that much to tell. Later, their guardian angel reappeared, all smiles, in a trim short blue uniform that hinted at some rather interesting curves underneath it.

Bryan was a little nervous, and embarrassed, when he remembered that she had completely stripped him for the MRI, and helped him into a hospital gown later, although he was too stupid from the medication to care at the time ... jeez, she had seen everything! He tried not to feel awkward when he spoke to her, but it was difficult.

Such niceties didn't bother Connor, who was conversing with her, and making her laugh; while she filled up their water carafes, and explained where their personal belongings were.

The morning dragged on, until finally Connor's mom, and Bryan's father, arrived with the welcome announcement that they could go home. Elle, they now knew that this was the name she preferred, chatted in a polite and friendly way with both adults ... she must have gotten to know them during the long wait while they were in radiology. Apparently there was some paperwork to be done, so the parents left, with Elle volunteering to escort the two boys down to Administration when they were ready.

"You can get dressed now," Elle said with a warm smile, "I'll just close this door so you can have some privacy."

"Why bother," Connor joked with a grin, "I think you got the 'Full Monty' from both of us yesterday."

"It's just part of the job," Elle said primly, but there was a sparkle in her eyes, "there are rules, pretty strict rules actually ... but you two weren't exactly with it ... and I had to get you ready for a MRI."

"Well, I sure hope you liked what you saw," Connor said in a teasing way, "I don't usually get much of a chance to show off my ... ahem ... equipment to such a beautiful girl."

"I would hope not," Elle teased back, and then she added coyly, "but I don't think I'll stay for the next show ... I might not be able to trust myself around a couple of fully conscious naked hunks."

"Oh, damn!" Connor said with a laugh.

Elle blew him a kiss as she swept out the door, giggling as she closed it behind her.

"Boy, she is hot city man," Connor exclaimed when she was gone.

"No kidding," Bryan agreed, "she's past awesome, I've never met a girl even close to as good looking as that."

"Oh right," Connor said sarcastically as he threw his hospital gown on the bed, "Jackie was so terrible looking as well ... that's why you went out with her!"

"Truth be told," Bryan reminisced, "it was Jackie who went after me, not the other way around ... she was pretty much out of my league."




Your Turn



"So what," Connor said, "she obviously found you attractive ... you never know with girls!"

Bryan and Jackie had gone together for a number of months about a year ago, starting with the senior prom, where she flirted with him until he finally got up his courage enough to ask her to dance. Dancing led to dating, and dating to kissing, and kissing to other things, although he had to admit that it was actually Jackie who kept "pushing the envelope", in terms of sexual exploration.

A swim in her family pool had led to the first major moment of intimacy; as after some fairly hot kissing on a towel ... they were alone in a private spot in the backyard; she had placed his hand on her breast, and then, amazingly, undid the top of her bikini so he could touch her unimpeded by any clothing. After that matters really heated up!

As he caressed her breasts, and played with her nipples, eliciting some sighs of pleasure from Jackie, she suddenly guided one of his hands underneath the skimpy bottom of the swimsuit and between her legs. It was a moment Bryan would never forget, the softness of her pussy, her little moans as he instinctively began to explore the wet inner recesses of her sexuality ... the ferocious kisses she gave him as he did so ... despite what he had read, he had no idea a girl could respond like that!

The next date was like magic ... at least for the first part ... they had only been alone for a short while before he had all of her clothes off, and was enjoying her naked body ... kissing her erect nipples, while penetrating her hot wet vagina with a finger, and searching with his thumb for the other secrets hidden between her soft, velvety inner lips. And she was wild, almost frenzied, as he did so, urging him on further, undoing the front of his pants, and then freeing his erection from the restraint of his underwear ... her touch almost sending him over the edge on the spot!

She had already told him earlier that evening, in a blatant "come hither" fashion, that she was on the pill, so the culmination of the evening's activities was fairly certain, however, it was hardly an epic romantic event, more like a major fiasco; he had come just moments after getting part way inside her ... definitely not his finest hour! But Jackie was undeterred by his disappointing performance. The next night, as soon as they had an opportunity, she began kissing him wantonly, and then literally threw her clothes off! The sex was somewhat better, but not yet exactly Hollywood material ... at least he'd managed to hold out longer, while thrusting deep inside her. A few further encounters improved matters considerably, as she began demanding that he fondle her to a climax before he entered her to get his own release. That certainly helped, and Jackie was becoming ever more adventurous, often making him lie on his back, straddling him so she could drive his erection into her very willing pussy, and then grinding her pubic area against his with her hips until she achieved an orgasm, or leaning over anything convenient so he could enter her from behind while she used her fingers to manipulate her clitoris; until they both came, often together!

But both of them were aware that the relationship didn't have a future ... they liked one another well enough to try sex for the first time ... that was the purpose of being together ... and once that happened there wasn't much left between them. It only took a few more weeks, with their first year at university looming large, and after quite a number of sessions of mostly satisfactory sex, before they mutually decided to break up. But curiously, and happily, they ended up as good friends; so much so that they decided, during the Christmas break, neither of them having met anyone special, to indulge in some X-rated escapades in Jackie's bedroom, a perfect way to unwind from the academic stresses of the first term!

So, although Bryan was still shy around girls, he did feel a certain confidence ... the sort of confidence that comes from knowing how to make a girl literally quiver with desire, and beg to be taken!

Bryan had finished dressing, and then used the washroom to clean up, while Connor waited for his turn at the facilities. Leaving the room, he headed for the nursing station, which was tucked into an alcove, where Elle said he could sign out his wallet and cellphone from a secure cupboard. Approaching it, he saw Elle on a little step ladder, trying to erase the topmost portion of a whiteboard which had patient names and room numbers listed on it for the convenience of the staff and visitors. As she reached skyward, her uniform rode up, revealing a little of some flimsy white panties that barely covered a very attractive derriere. Bryan's pulse rate started to race at this fetching sight.

"Can I help," he offered, startling her a little.

"I didn't expect you to be ready quite yet," Elle said, and then looking down, and very obviously aware of what was showing, she blushed slightly, while letting her arms drop so the delicious view was ended.

"Oops," she giggled, "I didn't think anyone would see me if I was quick."

"See what," Bryan lied, trying to be gallant, but he knew she wasn't fooled, which only increased his embarrassment as he remembered what had happened the previous day.

Elle descended from the step ladder, without completing her task.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Fine ... pretty sore ... but fine."

"That's not what I meant," she said, giving him a searching look, and a knowing smile, "I could tell from the way you were acting this morning that having me undress you yesterday was bothering you."

"It did," Bryan admitted sheepishly, "it shouldn't have, you were just doing your job; but I've always been a little shy ... I need to get over it and stop acting so stupid ..."

"A girl has never seen you naked before?"

"No, I've had a serious girlfriend ... it's just that ... well it's hard to explain ... maybe if you were like a lot older or something ... I just can't seem to stop thinking about it!"

"Maybe I can help," she said, and then she looked quickly in both directions, making sure that no one else was around. Without warning, she reached underneath her blue uniform, and right in front of a stunned Bryan pulled her panties down to her knees, and then stepped out of them, shoving them into a pocket. What was she doing? 

Checking once again that they were alone, and giving him a saucy smile, she pulled up the uniform hem to her waist, exposing her nakedness to a very surprised Bryan. Staring, he saw a dark triangle of curly hair, with just the barest hint down below of the delicate secrets hidden between her legs. Bryan's pulse rate jumped up several notches, and something was stirring down below.

Elle started to giggle, and then, after a few moments, she let the blue fabric drop back in place.

"There," she said with a smirk, "now we're sort of even ... I've seen yours, and you've seen mine ... now let's stop obsessing about it ... OK?"

It took more than a moment for Bryan to recover himself, especially with the sexy image of her scrumptious pussy consuming his consciousness, but he managed to nod in agreement.

"I don't think I need to show that to Connor, now do I?" she added with a mischievous laugh, "He doesn't seem upset that a girl his own age saw him 'au naturel'."

"Hardly," Bryan agreed, exhaling. Somehow Elle's shameless exposé had removed a barrier, one which, he knew, was entirely of his own making.

"But I guess you end up seeing all sorts of nudity every day," he ventured, trying to normalize the conversation, "sort of comes with the territory, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does," she answered, "but most of the naked men I end up seeing aren't good looking young ones like you and Connor ... unfortunately!"

She then gave him a further mischievous glance, and then pulled her panties out of the pocket, dangling them in front of him, "would you mind erasing the top row for me," she asked sweetly, "I don't think it's a very good idea for me to climb up there without these ... someone could come along ... although I expect you wouldn't mind watching, now would you?"

Bryan nodded and grinned, and then mounted the short ladder, erasing their names from the top row of the whiteboard. While he was doing that, Elle slipped behind the counter of the nursing station, and from her motions Bryan realized that she was putting her underwear back on. She then unlocked a cupboard underneath the nursing station to get their valuables. Bryan opened the plastic bag, and slipped the wallet and cellphone into his jeans. But there was something else inside, a little piece of folded paper. He opened it, and saw written there Elle's full name, a telephone number, and an e-mail address.

"I have a couple of girlfriends ... maybe we could all get together ... that is if you or Connor aren't with anyone right now?"

"We're both 'playing the field'," Bryan confessed with a further grin, "that's roughly translated in guy speak as 'no girls will go out with us'!"

Elle laughed at his joke.

Just then Connor emerged from the hospital room, and Elle gave him his things. 

Both Bryan and Connor thanked her, with equal sincerity, which earned each of them a hug from the angelic Elle. She then led them down the corridor to the elevator, so they could join their parents, who whisked them away to the parking lot.

During quite a few days of recuperation at home, Bryan conducted an intermittent on-line conversation with Elle, which sometimes included Connor as well. His stiffness had pretty much subsided, but he had quite a few spectacular bruises which were only just starting to fade a bit. There was also a police investigation going on regarding the accident, and he had to tell, and retell, his story.

He and Connor had made a loose agreement with Elle for the Saturday of the August long weekend, but it was somewhat dependant on a lengthy trip on public transit, so they were hoping to secure some transportation part way via a parent, and offered to call her to confirm during the afternoon.

And so the hoped for Saturday arrived, and there he was, standing on the porch, waiting ... and then the door opened ..."

* * *

Anna looked with more than a little interest at their new guests, while Elle exchanged hugs with each of them, and then did the introductions.

"Connor," she announced, turning to one of the boys, "this is Anna ... and that's Vanessa ... and girls, this is Bryan ..."

Connor, Anna observed, as he said "Hello" to her, was a very good looking young man with dark hair and brown eyes. He was about the same height as Elle, but looked very trim and fit. Bryan was taller than his friend, and had light sandy brown hair and blue eyes. He wasn't quite as handsome as Connor, but still very nice looking. Both boys had conservative haircuts, and sported sandals and shorts, as well as collared polo shirts with designer logos.

Remembering her manners, Anna invited everyone to come inside, and the group settled into the main floor family room. There was a burst of conversation, started by Elle, as each of them mentioned their current academic plans. Connor, Anna learned, was pursuing a business degree, and then hopefully an MBA. After some prompting by Elle, Bryan shyly admitted that he was enrolled in a science program, and thinking about something exotic, like astrophysics; but, he explained, if he decided to pursue this idea, nothing would really start to any great extent until he reached graduate school.

"And there is the very, very minor issue of grades, to get into a field like that," he said a little wryly, "somehow I don't think B's are going to cut it."

"Maybe they'll take him on the basis of looks and personality," Connor said to Elle with a grin, by way of teasing his friend.

"For sure ..." Elle said with a laugh.

"Wow," Anna thought to herself, as Elle and Connor continued to rib Bryan in a good-natured way, "these two guys are really smart ... no wonder Elle invited them, they're pretty perfect."

There was some further conversation amongst the group, until Elle finally asked, "What would everyone like to do for dinner?"

"We're flexible," Connor offered, "we could all go out if you like."

"I'm trying to save my money for school," Vanessa said.

"OK," Elle said, "so we'll eat here ... if that's alright with Anna."

"That's fine," Anna said, "but I don't have anything we could do quickly, unless we go get something."

"Burgers?" Connor suggested, to the general approval of everyone.

"How far away is a store?" Bryan asked.

"Not far," Elle answered, "and I have my Mom's car; we can go get some things."

"We need to give you some money," Anna said.

"Not to worry," Connor replied, holding up his hand, "Bryan and I just got a windfall from the construction company ... they want us to sign some releases that we won't sue them over the accident ... basically it's what you call 'hush money'!"

"Yeah," Bryan said, "my dad's lawyer is looking the paperwork over ... if it's OK we'll get our cheques next week."

"This year," Connor grinned, "no more 'mac-n-cheese' ... it's going to be caviar and champagne in my dorm room every night!"

"It's not that much money," Bryan said with a laugh, "but it's enough to really make a difference."

"Just goes to show that nearly breaking your neck pays," Connor teased.

"And of course," he continued, with smirk in Elle's direction, "there are other benefits, like having a beautiful girl take all your clothes off!"

"What do you mean?" Anna asked, confused.

"When they were in the hospital," Elle explained, "I had to get them ready for a MRI ... and they weren't allowed to move hardly at all in case of internal bleeding ... so I had to undress them ... it was no big deal."

"No big deal ...," Connor said, returning her smirk, and dramatically putting the back of his hand to his forehead, "I'll probably never get over it!"

"He really looks traumatized," Elle said with a giggle, "doesn't he girls?"

Even though Anna had only just met the boys, she had to laugh.

"Maybe we should get going?" Bryan suggested.

"Good idea," Elle answered, "I'm getting hungry, and I need you guys to carry things."

"Vanessa and I will get things started here," Anna said.

"Since you guys are 19 ... can we get something to drink?" Vanessa asked.

"Sure," Connor answered, "what would you like?"

"I know what they want," Elle said, "let's not waste any more time."

There was general agreement to this plan, and so Connor, Bryan and Elle left to pick up some supplies. Anna and Vanessa went into the kitchen and started to take out some plates, bowls and serviettes in preparation for a barbeque.

"Those guys are pretty hot," Vanessa observed as she and Anna worked.

"No kidding," Anna replied, hiding her astonishment at Vanessa's sudden interest in members of the opposite sex.

"That Bryan doesn't talk much."

"Who could get a word in edgewise with Connor and Elle going on and on?" Anna said defensively.

"You're right; they both seem so much more mature than the high school guys we know," Vanessa said.

"I agree ... but they're only a year older than us," Anna noted.

"Must be leaving home and going away to school that does that to you," Vanessa said in a considering way, and then she continued with a sly smile, "... remember how you were looking for someone to play doctor with you?"

"Vanessa!"

"Well if you don't want to ... maybe I will ..."

"Oh sure ..."

"You might be surprised at what I'll do ... with the right guy ..." Vanessa said with sparkling eyes and a little giggle.

You could have knocked Anna over with the proverbial feather!

About 40 minutes later the shoppers returned, bringing with them burgers, buns, some snack food, soft drinks, and two bottles of alcohol, a normal sized vodka and a larger white rum. Anna had made a pitcher of lemonade, to which Connor promptly added some of the vodka, measuring carefully so it wouldn't be too strong. The girls all accepted a glass, but he and Bryan opted for a rum and coke. Opening some chips and pretzels, they all went out to the backyard to relax until it was time to fire up the barbeque.

As they all conversed, Anna noticed that Vanessa was making eyes at Bryan, which annoyed her intensely.

"You picked a fine time to get interested in boys," she thought to herself angrily.

Pretty soon a second round of drinks was needed, and Bryan volunteered to tend bar, with Anna offering to help. As Bryan poured out new drinks, and put ice in them, Anna got a tray to carry the refills. She also turned on the oven to pre-heat it for the frozen French fries, which she spread out on two cookie sheets, all the while carrying on a hopeful conversation with Bryan, desperately trying to get him interested in her instead of Vanessa.

"What do your parents do?" she asked.

"My father is an engineer," Bryan replied politely to her question, "he has his own company ... my Mom teaches children with learning difficulties."

"That sounds like a hard job."

"I think so," Bryan said, "sometimes she looks pretty stressed out at the end the day. What about yours?"

"My Dad is an accountant ... boring!" Anna said, getting a gratifying laugh out of Bryan, "and my Mom writes; mostly freelance stuff, so she was home when I was little ... I'd like to have a job like that when I have my children."

Anna instantly began a mental scolding, "What are you doing, you moron ... you hardly know the guy, and you're already discussing babies!"

Fortunately, Bryan seemed oblivious to Anna's perceived gaffe, and changed the subject to school, thereby moving the conversation onto safe ground.

As Anna carefully explained her plans for the following year, she noticed Bryan looking back at her, and nodding, apparently quite interested in what she had to say. She was aware that she was getting a little flustered, so she deflected the conversation from herself by asking him to elaborate further on his university courses.

Bryan replied thoughtfully, and once again, there was something more than politeness in his expression as he explained his plans. For the first time ever, Anna sensed someone was somehow truly attracted to her!

Anna wasn't totally naïve when it came to boys. Last summer, at a resort with her parents for a short time, she had met a boy her own age who was working there. A little "fling" ensued, if some cautious hand holding, followed by some amateurish, but enthusiastic, kissing, and not much else, could be described as such. And of course when you hung around with Elle, you got to see all sorts of boys try everything short of standing on their heads, or doing handsprings, to get noticed, or show they were interested. But, notwithstanding her "Summer Lover", nothing had ever happened like this before, this almost instant connection with a member of the opposite sex!

And Bryan might be a little quiet in a group, Anna observed, but one on one he clearly wasn't quite so shy.

"How are you feeling ... after the accident I mean?' she asked, just to keep the conversation going.

"I'm fine ... still pretty bruised ... but fine. Now my psyche," he added with a grimace, "that's another matter ... I'm not exactly used to having a girl strip me, nurse or not; especially one like Elle."

"Were you embarrassed?"

"Uh, huh ... but I'm over it ... after all she was just helping us, and Connor and I were pretty dopey with pain killers ... we both might have ended up in emergency surgery ... they were concerned about a ruptured spleen, or other problems ... stuff like that."

"That Elle ... she gets all the luck," Anna teased, looking Bryan up and down, and smiling.

Bryan laughed at her joke, which made her feel good, and then they loaded the tray and carried it outside.




Your Turn



By the time they got back Connor already had the barbeque heating up; and shortly afterwards the sizzle of grilling hamburgers filled the air. Anna went back to the house to put the French fries in the oven, making note of the time when they would be finished.

When the food was ready, they all dived in, munching away, and sipping on their drinks. The conversation became louder and more uproarious as the alcohol took effect.

"This is fun," Anna thought to herself, thoroughly enjoying both the meal, and especially the company. Now if only Vanessa would dig a small hole, crawl into it, and die!

"Well maybe death is a little extreme," she thought to herself as she noticed Vanessa continuing to make eyes at Bryan, "but perhaps ... maybe not!"

* * *

Bryan looked surreptitiously at the girls, as they all studied their cards. Dinner had been cleared away, and now they were all playing a game. He was nursing his drink along carefully; he had consumed quite a bit of alcohol already ... falling down drunk didn't seem like the right way to impress anyone.

Even though Elle was so far past beautiful it just took your breath away, the other two girls weren't exactly terrible ... Vanessa had reasonable looks and a nice shape, and was making no secret of her interest in him. But then again there was Anna; even though she wouldn't exactly be described by anyone as a fox, there was something about her that was cute, in an earnest sort of way ... sort of a girl next door wholesomeness that was somehow attractive! 

"Damn," Elle said, slapping her arm.

"What's wrong?" Vanessa asked.

"Mosquito!"

"Maybe we better go inside," Anna suggested, "there's a creek just beyond our backyard ... they get pretty bad once it starts getting dark."

The group picked up their cards and drinks and headed towards the back door. As he followed from behind, he couldn't help but admire Elle's rather alluring posterior ... although sadly it was covered in a pair of white short shorts, rather than the skimpy panties that had barely contained it at the hospital that day.

Once back inside, they all sat down at a rectangular glass topped dining table, with acrylic chairs, which was nestled in an alcove just off the kitchen. After finishing up the card game, the group sat around and talked, as they munched on the remnants of the snacks which were sitting in the middle of the table. With everyone somewhat "under the influence", somehow, to Bryan's discomfort, the subject of Elle stripping he and Connor kept coming up, probably because Connor kept making jokes about it, and she kept making racy remarks in reply.

"And how many guys have you seen," Connor joked, giving Vanessa and Anna a wink, "for real I mean?"

"Oh, lots ... and not just at the hospital ... when we lived in Europe, my parents took me to nude beaches whenever we went on summer holidays to the Greek islands."

"But just when you were a little girl, so it didn't matter?" Vanessa said cautiously.

"Oh no; even until I was like twelve or thirteen ... after that they usually left me at the resort and went on their own mostly."

"No way ... thirteen! But didn't it bother you?" Vanessa asked with wide eyes.

"A little at first ... especially when my body started to change ... I was pretty self-conscious for a while, but you get used to it ... like being a model or an actress; people get to see you naked, and so what ... people are way, way too hung up over here ... in places like that, it's totally normal."

"So seeing Bryan and I was no big deal," Connor said with a grin.

"... 'fraid not!" Elle replied, smiling back at him.

"Damn!" Connor exclaimed, as everyone else laughed.

The card game having ended, there was a moment of conversation about what to try next, with Elle finally ending the discussion with a suggestion.

"... so here's how it works," Elle said, "the person who starts picks a topic, say like name a colour ... and everyone goes in turn and gives an answer until someone is stumped ... and that person loses ... and they have to pay a forfeit. Whenever someone does a forfeit, they sit out a round, and get to give the next forfeit."

"What kind of forfeit?" Anna asked, but Elle ignored her.

"I know about this game," Connor said, "we play it sometimes at the bar ... if you lose you have to take another drink ... when we play you can't pick ridiculous topics ... like say, name members of the 1927 Yankees."

"Exactly," Elle said, agreeing with him.

"What kind of forfeit?" Anna asked again.

"It can be anything," Elle answered, "when we were younger, and played at mixed parties, it used to be to kiss someone ... we all thought it was pretty daring." she added with a sly smile.

"Sort of 'Spin the Bottle', only with questions," Connor said, laughing.

"So who starts?" Vanessa asked.

"We'll draw cards," Connor suggested, picking up the pack and shuffling it.

"For the first round," Elle explained, "whoever starts chooses the forfeit, unless they are the loser."

When he had dealt out a card to each person, they compared them, and Connor's ace held sway.

"OK," he said, "the topic is major league baseball teams ... currently active, so no St. Louis Browns, or Brooklyn Dodgers."

"Who are the St. Louis Browns?" Anna asked.

"A defunct team," Bryan answered, anxious to show off his knowledge to her, "they moved to Baltimore and changed their name to the Orioles in the 50's."

"Well then," Anna said cheerfully, "since I'm after Connor and I go first ... Baltimore Orioles!"

The first three rounds went quickly, with everyone easily naming some of the better known teams. By the fourth turn, when it came to Elle, she sat there, thinking. Bryan realized that, coming from Europe, she was at a disadvantage, having grown up in a place where baseball didn't get any media exposure.

"Your turn," Vanessa said impatiently to Elle.

Finally she said hesitantly, "I think I remember there's a team called the Montreal Expos?"

"Bzzzzz," Connor intoned, "wrong ... they are now the Washington Nationals."

"Damn," Elle said, although she didn't seem to be all that concerned that she had lost, "but that wasn't a very fair question if you ask me."

"Why?" Connor said with a grin.

"Maybe when it's my turn I'll ask for the names of European professional soccer teams; then we'll see who wins," she retorted, sticking out her tongue at him, and then swatting him on the arm.

Connor just laughed.

"So, smarty pants, what do I have to do?" Elle challenged, her eyes sparkling. Maybe, especially after a few drinks, she was looking forward to kissing either he or Connor. Bryan gulped a little at the thought of having her in his arms ... no way ... Connor would never blow this opportunity.

"Just let me think a minute," Connor said, clearly relishing his chance to build up the suspense.

And then, as if inspiration had hit him, he said, "you know, much as I would like to make Elle kiss me, I have a better idea ..."

"Such as?" Elle asked, clearly quite curious.

"Well ... she's seen both Bryan and I in the raw, and up close too; so just to make things even, I think she should strip for us ... how's that for a forfeit?"

"Omigod!" Vanessa blurted out, her eyes wide. Anna just covered her mouth with her hand.

Bryan was amazed by Connor's suggestion. No doubt he was just pulling Elle's chain; he liked to tease, and so did she. Bryan had noticed it at the hospital, and during the dinner. And, they both seemed to have a lot of fun doing it!

"That's all?" Elle said in a matter-of-fact fashion.

"Uh, huh," Connor replied with smirk, "no biggy!"

"OK," Elle said, giving Connor the same saucy smile Bryan had seen when she exposed herself to him at the nursing station.

"Elle!" Vanessa said in a horrified tone.

"What?"

"You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"But they'll see everything."

"So what," Elle said, starting to unbutton her blouse, "I've seen them ..."

"But you're a girl," Vanessa protested, "it's different!"

"How so," Elle said, pulling her blouse off, one sleeve at a time, and exposing a low cut lacy white bra that restrained some luscious looking breasts. Bryan watched, mesmerized as she folded it carefully over the back of the one unused chair.

"If you do this, then anyone can make us strip as a forfeit," Vanessa said in a fearful way, "Anna, please stop her."

But Elle was undeterred by Vanessa's pleadings; she stood up, and undid her white shorts and let them fall to the floor before stepping out of them and placing them with her blouse. Bryan could make out her dark pubic hair through the semi-transparent fabric, which made him suck his breath in.

"You really don't have to," Connor suddenly said in an apologetic tone of voice, "I was just trying to tease you ... I didn't think you would go through with it."

"Well I guess you were wrong, weren't you?" Elle said, giving Connor another suggestive smile, as she reached around behind her back and undid her bra. As she removed it, Bryan was treated to the spectacular sight of Elle's full firm breasts, each of them crowned with brownish areola and a matching slightly puckered nipple.

"What do you think," she asked Connor with a small smile.

"They're beautiful," Connor replied earnestly, "and so are you."

Connor's tone of voice suggested to Bryan that this was a far as he expected Elle to go.

"I haven't finished yet," Elle said, obviously taking Connor's meaning.

"Please Elle, that's enough," Vanessa said in a helpless tone.

"They have to see the rest of me," she added with a giggle, and a knowing look in Bryan's direction.

"Elle," Anna said; but it was too late, Elle was already peeling her panties down, and then nonchalantly stepping out of them once they had reached her knees. Once they were off she deposited them with her other clothes.

"There," she said, turning to face her audience, and giving Connor a satisfied smile, "happy now?"

Bryan tried not to stare, but it was difficult; he was also very nervous, she was standing virtually right beside him, completely and bewitchingly nude! The dark jungle of her pussy, with a tiny hint lower down of the rest of her femininity, was already burned into his memory forever, but now it was so close to him, that some of the delicate details were much more apparent. Tearing his eyes away from this arousing sight, and moving up her body, he once again admired her sensual breasts, so pert and attractive, until he finally managed, somehow, to actually look up and find Elle smiling at him. As beautiful as Jackie was when she undressed for him, she just couldn't compare to Elle, who, at least to Bryan's eyes, was a living embodiment of female perfection!

"Elle," he said, trying only to look into her eyes, "do you realize how unbelievably lovely you are?"

"You're sweet," Elle replied, after which she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, with just the barest flick of her tongue included in it; her naked breasts brushing against him in the process, which certainly wasn't helping the increasingly uncomfortable situation inside his shorts.

* * *

Anna was a very surprised when Elle casually just sat down at her place at the table, still naked. Because of the glass top, pretty much everything was still on display.

"Aren't you going to get dressed now?" Vanessa said to Elle in a confused way.

"What for?" Elle replied casually, "the game is still on, isn't it?"

"But ..."

"I'm just fine like this," she said in a teasing way, "unless the boys have a problem with it?"

Anna noticed that Connor was surreptitiously taking all of Elle in, while Bryan was trying to play the gentleman, and appeared nervous as he tried not to look too obviously between her legs, which were immodestly spread apart at the edge of the seat. Despite the situation, Anna was fascinated in an intellectual sense; some of the things she had read about men were now confirmed; flagrant displays of nudity or sexuality by women could actually be uncomfortable or intimidating to men, depending on the circumstances.

"I'm good," Bryan finally offered to Elle's question in a cautious way.

"I'm better," Connor added, and then he continued with a knowing look in Elle's direction, "but something tells me things are going to get even more interesting around here in the next few minutes."

"Oh dear," Elle said to Connor, feigning concern, "I guess I have to give the next forfeit?" 

"I just wonder what it will be," Elle added with a wicked little smile, telegraphing her intentions, "is everyone sure they want to play another round?"

There were nods and grins from the guys, and then, after a lengthy pause, an almost inaudible "yes" from Vanessa.

Anna also nodded, she wasn't going to chicken out, even though her insides were doing a fearful somersault or two!

"Whose turn is it?" Elle asked.

Connor looked at Anna, "Your turn, I believe."

"Oh God," Anna thought to herself, "I need a topic that I just can't lose!"

"OK," she replied nervously to Connor, "just give me a second to think of something."

Elle was looking at the rest of the group, and clearly quite amused at the tension around the table. Vanessa looked like someone who was about to be shot!

"It's fine for Elle," Anna thought bitterly, "she's gone to nude beaches, and looks like a movie star. When I have to take my clothes off, except for my pussy the guys will probably barely notice I'm a girl; it's just not fair!"

But despite her trepidation, she knew she would strip if she lost. She had gone swimming in the nude several times and been seen, although not by potential boyfriend material. Maybe she was looking for some of the same male attention that Elle was now getting, or maybe it was just because she had been drinking?

"Uh, Anna," Bryan said, bringing her back to reality, "your turn."

"Oh ... sorry ... how about, oh, I don't know ... women's underwear."

Anna felt her face turning red, even as she blurted out the topic. What was she thinking! There were howls of alcohol induced laughter as a result of her silly suggestion.

"Perfectly legitimate," Connor said when things settled down, "so the topic is women's underwear, and it has to be things worn completely under other clothing, so stockings and pantyhose don't count. Bryan; your turn."

"Panties," he said without hesitation.

"Bra," said Vanessa.

"Chemise," offered Connor.

"Camisole," Anna had another idea in reserve, just in case.

"Petticoat," Bryan said.

Elle wasn't part of this round so the turn moved to Vanessa.

"Slip."

"Teddy."

"Corset."

"Knickers," Bryan said, "that's what my British cousins call them," he added by way of explanation.

"Are we going to allow that?" Connor asked Elle.

"Why not?" Bryan replied.

"Elle, it's up to you?" Connor said, looking at her, although to be fair, he and Bryan were hardly looking anywhere else, Anna observed. Small wonder!

"OK," Elle said, "here is the rule going forward; we'll allow knickers for this time but no more panty types from here on in ... no thongs, G-strings, or," Elle was now giggling, " ... granny panties for that matter."

That brought a few laughs, nervous laughs Anna noticed.

"Girdle," Vanessa said.

"Garter belt."

"Corselet," Anna said, her last good idea now used up.

"Isn't that the same as a corset?" Vanessa asked somewhat hopefully.

Anna was more than a little worried; she could lose right here and now!

"Definitely not," Elle said with some authority, "a corselet has a bra built into it. A corset doesn't."

Anna breathed a sigh of relief, she was in the clear for the moment, but if her turn came up again, she was likely doomed!

Bryan was sitting there looking very concerned.

"Start the egg timer, Anna," Connor said, "he gets two more minutes."

About half of the time was gone when Bryan showed a smile of triumph and said, "bustier!"

Connor gave him a high five across the table.

"Vanessa," Elle said, "your turn."

"I know, I know."

Anna reset the egg timer.

"You didn't start the two minutes right away with Bryan," she complained.

"Alright," Elle said, "give her two and a half minutes Anna."

The little red numbers on the electronic device ticked their way downwards ... 2 minutes ... 90 seconds ... 1 minute ... 30 seconds ... as Anna observed Vanessa looking more and more frantic.

Finally, with time almost expired, she blurted out, "babydoll."

"I don't think that's underwear," Elle said firmly.

"It is so," Vanessa protested, and then there was a sharp back and forth as they bickered about it.

"There's an easy way to settle this," Connor suggested, interrupting the argument, "let's just look it up on the Internet. Do you have a computer around Anna?"

"There's one in the kitchen, on a shelf under the cookbooks. My mother uses it, but I know the password."

Anna proceeded to where the computer was and logged on, and then typed "babydoll" into the browser.

"It's a type of sleepwear," she said, in a tone of voice loud enough to be heard back at the table.

Returning to her seat, she heard Vanessa trying to convince Elle that it could be worn as underwear, but to no avail. As she tried to make her case, she glanced back and forth from person to person, hoping for a reprieve no doubt, but none was forthcoming.

"You lost," Elle said to her unsympathetically, "and you know it ... time to pay up!"

"Do I have to?" Vanessa asked in a small voice.

"You agreed before the round started; you can't bail out now ... besides I'm already naked, so you won't be the only one."

"But ..."

"Stop stalling ..."

Anna saw Vanessa starting to turn red, and still hesitating.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Vanessa," Elle said in an exasperated fashion, "you're just taking your clothes off, nobody is going to rape you."

"Elle," Vanessa complained half-heartedly.

"C'mon," Elle prodded, "we haven't got all night ... and besides you'll get to give the next forfeit."

That seemed to improve Vanessa's resolve, although she was by now very flushed, probably from the combination of embarrassment and alcohol. Finally, after what seemed forever, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing a very plain white cotton bra.

"You need to stand up," Elle said in an encouraging fashion, her green eyes sparkling, "otherwise how are the guys going to get to see all of you?"

"That's easy for you to say," Vanessa protested a little hotly, momentarily distracted from her shyness, "I'm not like you, showing off naked at the drop of a hat."

But she did as she was told, and stood up beside her chair. After nervously removing her shorts, she unhooked her bra with trembling hands, revealing a nice set of medium sized breasts, with attractive brownish nipples and areola, which Anna would have killed for. Hesitating, she looked down at her panties.

"Do I really have to?" a still flushing Vanessa asked in a tiny hopeful whisper.

"Of course," Elle replied in a matter of fact way.

Before Vanessa could comply, Anna heard her cell phone ringing. For the moment everyone was distracted from Vanessa, who no doubt considered this interruption a gift from heaven! With an apologetic glance at the others, and then a finger to her mouth to signal silence, Anna lifted it up from the counter, pressed the  key, and then heard her mother's voice. Apparently someone had gotten sick and the weekend party was now a wash-out, they were going to be home in about 20 minutes, and had called so as not to frighten her when the door opened.

Hanging up, Anna felt a moment of total fear; what if here parents hadn't called ... and then they walked into the house to find her with Elle, Vanessa and two strange boys, and at least some, if not all of them, naked; and for good measure, drinking ... Omigod!




Your Turn



I woke up alone. We'd only been together for a few months, but I found I could miss him rather quickly in the cold dark of night. He was becoming a writer, possessing a kind of violent brilliant that stunned me every time I read one of his pieces. Seeing him put such astonishing thoughts on paper seemed incredible, like some sort of magic. He worked at night, when the mood or the inspiration struck him, and he slipped from my bed to answer the urge to create magnificent things about dragons and sorcerers and elves. I usually lay in bed while he worked, listening to the quiet clicking of the keys as he wrote. Then I would welcome him back into my bed when the words had gone dry and he fell exhausted against the pillow. 

But tonight I was restless, full of dark and brooding energy. I stepped from the bed and went to the window, looked out over the snarling city toward the smug, fattened moon. I folded my arms across my chest, enjoying the smooth satin of my short nightgown as it shifted against my cool skin, shivering a little as the lace at the edges of the low cut neck nipped at my arms and pressed against my breasts.

Tonight I missed him badly. We'd both been busy at our day jobs, hadn't really spent all that much time together in almost a week. I watched the traffic in the street under the window, wanting him badly, the channel between my thighs aching for him. I slid my hand slowly over the slick, creamy satin and cupped myself, pressed my palm against my vulva until I could feel the solidity of my pubic bone behind the soft flesh, feet the heat of my need burning me through the cloth. I cupped and squeezed my left breast with my other hand, pinched the hardened, tingling nipple and tugged at it as he liked to do. I bit my lip, beginning to breath hard, almost desperate for him now. To hell with his work, I wanted him, and badly.

I padded barefoot down the hall, and then paused for a moment inside the doorway to his office. He was a breathtaking sight, six feet of lean man hunched determinedly over a keyboard, his dark hair tousled and wearing only dark blue boxers and thin, silver rimmed glasses. I grinned to myself; seeing him in his glasses makes my mouth water, and he only wears them very seldom. I felt a quicksilver flash of mischief, a sudden urge to break his control and concentration, distract the hell out of him. 

I stepped silently across the carpet at his back, but I needn't have bothered to be quiet. He never notices anything when he's working, even me. I approached his chair, a really oversized wooden one with a hard back, and then slipped into it behind him, pressing myself against his back. He jumped, turned his head to the side.

"What—" he started.

I covered his mouth with my hand and leaned forward, bringing my mouth to his ear. "Don't mind me, baby, just go ahead with what you were doing."

He frowned, and then grasped my wrist, pulled my hand down gently. "I'll be done in a few minutes," he said, and smiled at me. "Then I'll come to bed."

I returned his smile, wrapping my arms around his chest. "I'll wait."

He nodded absently, already thinking about his book again. I smiled, watching him turn back to the screen and begin to type. I waited a moment, pressed against his back, breathing slowly and deeply, feeling his own chest expand and contract inside my embrace. I tucked my chin over his shoulder, watching his fingers on the keys. Then I slowly slid my hands down to the waistband of his boxers.

His breath caught, then returned to normal, either suspecting nothing, or too preoccupied to care. I ran the tip of my tongue up the center of the back of his neck, and smiled as I felt him shiver slightly. I slipped my hands into the fold of his shorts, and idly stroked his rapidly hardening cock with my thumbs. I heard his fingers stop on the keys for just a moment before the soft clicking began again. I wrapped a single finger around him, just under the head, squeezed slightly, moving the circle slightly up and down, ever so slowly. He shuddered against me. I grinned to myself, and remained still again until I heard him begin to type once more.

I brought my hands together and trapped his quietly throbbing cock between the palms, then ran my hands slowly down his hard flesh…pulling back until my wrists were against his lean lower belly…then pushing forward, sliding the length of my hands along the smooth skin…dragging back again, cupping my hands around him and speeding up with every slide.

His head dropped back against my shoulder with a quiet moan. I laughed softly and kissed the side of his throat, then looked over his shoulder again to watch his body react to me. I tightened my hands and pushed forward, stretching his cock before dragging them back hard, flexing and rippling my fingers against his throbbing heat, speeding up and stroking him hard.

I rubbed my palms hard against him, swirling my fingers over and around the head, smearing the sweet bead of pre-come over his length, easing the friction of my hands as I cupped them tightly around him again. I began to stroke roughly, thrusting forward and back, pulling against him and lightly scoring his head with my nails every time I came to the end. I tightened my grip even further, increasing my strokes, pumping him hard and fast now, dragging and moving his smooth skin over the bone hard core, massaging his length violently, squeezing and pressing in waves with my strong fingers.

I dropped one hand to press and massage his tightened balls, letting my other hand wrap like a fist around his burning cock. I began to flick my wrist hard, pulling and shoving against him, whipping my hand along his throbbing wand.

He moaned loudly, his fingers curling over the keyboard as his hips bucked involuntarily forward, his cock twitching in my palm. I ran my tongue idly along the edge of his throat as he came, slowing the pace of my stroking hand with every slide down his cock, milking him dry, squeezing my fingers around him with every burst, massaging the hot fluid into his burning skin, pressing down against him. I slid my nails along the underside, teasing him in his pleasure, pressing sharply as I dragged the strength of my hand down his wand. I brought up my other hand then, as his shots began to lessen in force and he trembled against me, panting. I pressed them together again, slowing my pace considerably, mildly stroking him forward, massaging his cock tenderly now, and feeling his final twitches between my palms.

I relaxed my hands, just holding him now, my face pressed against his shoulder, listening to him breathe. After a few moments, I released him and moved from the chair, leaving him looking up at me with dark eyes behind his thin glasses. I smiled and turned, then made my way back down the hall to our bedroom. I went back to the window, waiting with my arms folded.

The slightest moment later, I felt his arms come around me, his mouth moving purposefully up the side of my throat. His hands slid firmly up my thighs, dragging the short gown with them. He nibbled the edge of my ear lightly, then murmured, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Your turn."



Your Turn



I always did like to be awakened by the stirrings of a horny man. What a way to wake up. When you are sleeping soundly and oblivious to what is going on outside of your closed eyelids and you get that little signal that says "hey, wake up someone has their hand on your tits you don't want to sleep through that now do you?" You know the signal right? Seems I get those little signals somewhat more frequently than usual, problem is when my eyelids open no one else is present except myself. How does that happen? In fact it started happening enough to where I would feel the arousal then subconsciously even be able to sleep through it. Now that is pretty bad. I just began chalking it up to aging and mid-life crisis. Sex in dreams, now that is the way to go. You get your sleep, you get your sex, and you have half the mess and it can be as good or as bad as you choose to recall the experience to have been. Now a witness to my sleep and my sex-in-dreams bears witness to the most amusing sensual observation he had seen in a very long time. I heard his version, now I will tell you mine. Well I guess I should tell you his too in all fairness remember I don't recall it that way at all.

Man, it was one of the oddest things I had ever seen. I could not sleep so I was sitting up in a chair in the bedroom she was asleep in bed. Sound asleep really she was snoring a little but of course denies that ever happens. I was getting a little drowsy myself and had been trying to read a parts manual on John Deere tractors one of my favorite pastimes when I heard her make some kind of sound. It caught my attention so I looked over at her. She looked to still be sleeping. I watched her for a minute or so I guess she seemed restless a little and I wondered if she was in pain or maybe dreaming. 

She rolled onto her side and tossing the blankets aside in the process. She was wearing a pale yellow satin with lace trim nightshirt that barley covered her ass when she was standing up, now it was bundled up around her hips. This made me smile she looked cute that way. I kept watching her. 

I watched her slide her hand between her thighs and sort of rested it there. She had a funny expression on her face she was biting down on her bottom lip as I have seen her do many times when she was having sex.

Her hand then went to her little treasure and I saw her knees part shit I was almost ready to laugh out loud but got a hold of myself and stayed quiet and I am so glad that I did. The look on her face was intense now and she touched herself so carefully seemed to be slow and intent. Hell, my dick was hard and all I could do then was watch her. 

Her hair framed her rather rounded face and her dark eyelashes seemed to brush across her cheeks, which by the way were a nice rosy red color. Her skin was pale and she looked so innocent. Her tanned skin and that pale yellow caressing it made her look soft and sensual. The contrast of the plum sheets her auburn hair and the yellow gown was intoxicating. She really did look beautiful. Then the little moans started those familiar sounds she would make when she was being pleased. I found myself wanting to walk over there and get right in there with her but I didn't I just watched. She was mumbling a little but not to where I could understand her. It was like a soft sultry teasing voice. I was very aware now that I was hard and very turned on.

She was on her back and her hips raised she seemed to know her way around her body pretty well for being asleep. Looking over at this site was getting to be too much for me. Her body was moving like she wasn't alone her fists were clamped tightly into the sheet now. Her breathing was harder and faster and I knew she was about to cum, I knew that sound. I could see the glistening on her thighs from the wetness. I decided all I really needed about now was her hand wrapped tight around my dick. I recognized that throaty sound she makes I knew she had reached her orgasm and I was most amazed as she was in bed alone. I really needed some relief. Wow I really did I was rubbing my hand over my dick wanting to reach inside the shorts but I didn't, not yet anyway.

I had gone to sleep thinking about this guy I met. I had been fantasizing about him for weeks now, he had a girlfriend I believe and I was married so it was kind of a fantasize only situation. He had the most beautiful eyes. I guess I found him floating around in dreamland he was willing and so was I.

I was standing in the kitchen by the sink looking out at the sunrise I was about ready to go to bed. I felt someone standing there watching me then I felt someone walk up behind me and press his or her body firmly against mine. I felt arms reach around me and a hand cupped over each breast I could see they were the hands of a man. He began moving his hands around massaging he moved the rings in my pierced nipples around this really peaked my sensations. He leaned over and began licking across my shoulders and down the side of my neck. His breath was so hot and I could feel his hair brushing across my shoulders. 

I could feel his hips grinding against me and I could feel he had an erection and I found myself pushing back against him like a dirty dance. He would bend his knees slightly and stand straight up again, up and then back down, I found myself moving just the opposite. His hands continued to squeeze hard on my breast then softly glance across them it was amazing. I grabbed a hold of his shirt- tail and just held on and pulled him closer. 

He slid one of his arms down and around to the front of my body his fingers found their way easily to just the right spot now he was massaging me I was swollen and sensitive and quite receptive to this stimulation. The kissing and biting on the neck the hip thing and the breast massage going on and now this I just faded into the moment and blocked everything else out.

I began moving my hips to meet his touch I knew I was close the pace increased and I found myself reaching that explosive point. Then I did. I felt a deep shudder and a weakness suddenly in my knees I knew he was holding me up. He was whispering to me how beautiful he thought this was and how he had been wanting to do this for a long time. 

I was feeling a little concerned about his current state of arousal and turned to face him but he stopped me. "What about you?" I asked him. He simply responded next time, next time baby. He put a finger across my lips kissed my neck and walked out. I didn't see his face really but I just knew.

She seemed to fall back into a deep sleep. I shut out the little night- light eased in beside her put my hand between her legs and she was wet. I wasn't sure what she meant by it but I distinctly heard her say "It's your turn baby now just relax" I did and oh what a turn I took I only wish I knew who was first.

The End.



Your Turn



We sat at the end of the day in our soft overstuffed chairs. They faced each other and so did we, semi-melting into the recesses of the cushions, tired but comfortable after the exertions of the day and the hot shower we had just shared. I had thrown a robe on, tied at the waist and draped over my chest, waist and legs in lazy folds. You had pulled on a pair of cotton lounging pants tied with a string at the waist and for some reason when you reached into the closet for a top you grabbed one of my work shirts which you only partially buttoned. We looked quite relaxed as we sat slouched in the chairs. We smiled as our eyes met, knowing the feeling of contentment and relaxation gently wafting through our bodies.

The shirt was arranged in an irregular V open from below with only the upper button fastened, your navel and stomach showing. Your breasts were strategically covered but I could see the gentle curve of each against the cotton of the shirt. My gaze was drawn downward toward your pants. Your legs were apart and straight, the material pulled up slightly as you had settled into the chair. I could see a fullness at your groin, your thighs covered by the soft restraints of the cloth. I felt my heart flutter a bit as I looked between your thighs and saw the soft curve of your pussy, cushioned gently by your soft hair against the cloth but pressing against it, outlining your features, hinting at the separation of your lips, their fullness. You smiled and almost as a tease wriggled deeper into the chair which pulled even more at the material, the outlines now even more vivid. 

Your left leg rose and you lazily set it over the arm of the chair. There was a hassock up against your chair to your right and you set your right foot up at the edge of it as a support. Now the flutter in my chest quickened as I looked over at you, seemingly relaxed but with a devilish grin, your legs now spread wide, supported by the overstuffed furniture. Your pussy seemed full, rounded and pressed tightly now against the soft pants. Imagination ran hard as I thought of what was covered, hidden and yet flaunted. You rolled and rotated your hips as you settled still further into the chair and I felt an urge growing from deep inside me, drawn to you. My cock filled and grew as well, unhindered by clothes.

I fell to my knees before you, holding your legs in my hands, gently stroking the soft material of your pants. You smiled again and seemed to wriggle just a bit more. I squeezed lightly and massaged your lower thighs with both hands, kneading your firm muscles. My hands moved slowly down your inner thighs, caressing and rubbing gently in soft strokes. Finally my thumbs met and carefully grazed your pussy, feeling the heat, the sense of moisture underneath. I rubbed more firmly and felt you squirm against the cushions. You smiled and taking my hands in yours, you moved them away from your body and raised your legs up and together. In a simply quick motion you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of the pants and lifted and off they came, dangling briefly on your toes before falling at my knees. In a simple fluid motion you lowered your legs to where they had been and took my hands again and placed them back against your soft, warm flesh. 

My fingertips played lightly on your soft skin, gently touching each curve and fold of your beautiful pussy. Your hips rocked slightly as my hands played nearer and nearer you lips. A faint glisten appeared between your lips as your passion began to rise. I smiled as I saw your interest rise. I glanced up and your face was turned to the ceiling, eyes closed and a slight curling smile on your lips. You looked a million miles away but at the same time you were there, deep in concentration with me, with my every move and caress. 

I held you in my hands, thumbs down, fingers spread over your mound, the tips curled in your hair, playing, tugging, twirling. My thumbs pressed and kneaded gently over that sensitive area between your ass and pussy, you moaned faintly from your place far away and I could tell you were connected to every fiber in my fingers. My thumbs moved up a bit and massaged each lip of your pussy, caressing, pressing, separating. My fingers and thumbs now worked in concert and I pulled so gently, creating little tensions on the skin around your pussy. Your clit, my target now appeared from beneath the protective hood of your pussy. Swelling and firming your clit looked inviting, waiting. I took care not to touch it but pressed and separated the folds of your pussy, kneading, rolling. The swelling now more apparent and your moans more audible. Your hips began rolling slightly more now, pressing into my fingers. Your smile broadened and your hands moved gently over my arms as if to make sure the pleasuring would not stop. 

I squeezed ever so slightly and your lips pressed together and pressed your clit. You exhaled heavily. I separated and saw the glistening grow to a sweet wetness between your lips. I leaned forward, taking in your scent, so sweet, so pleasant. My lips brushed your and your hair grazed my nose. I smiled and slowly exhaled, causing you to moan again to the new sensation touching you. Your clit is wonderful, seems to be beckoning me and pulls me to you with each slight roll of your hips. My tongue carefully touches it and I feel your breath catch. You taste like heaven as my senses take you in. My tongue now massages lightly around your lips and glides over your clit feeling it’s hardness. Your fingers curl around my hair and you pull me to you as your legs separate even wider to let me in.

My lips are wet now from you and I glide over yours, tasting and sucking and gently pulling as my tongue draws pointed designs against your lips and clit. I feel you harden even further under me and I press around your clit, drawing tight circles. Your breath leaves your mouth in faint short whispers as your tension grows. I feel your thighs tighten as my tongue and lips caress you. My tongue probes ever deeper as I lick until I fuck you deeply, sensing your sweet aroma. You taste wonderful. I work to hold your tense thighs apart, your passion continuing to rise as I thrust deeply into your pussy. Oh, what a sensation. I feel your climax approaching as your body tenses and begins to shudder. Your breath stops now and I press my face against you, touching deeper inside you. You whimper now, in short little cries as your climax rolls up your body. It starts at my tongue and flows over you and through you like deep thunder in a spring night’s rain. I hear a deep primal growl in your throat and know you are feeling a deep basic pleasure and bringing that out of you makes me smile. 

I take your clit between my lips and gently suck as your climax begins to ebb. The renewed pressure on you causes an even greater groan and a huge roll of your hips as the pleasure swells again. I nibble and suck and lick all together and my tongue darts in and out between your full red lips. Finally, after several minutes your body relaxes, first just a bit, then completely as you sink deeply into the warm recess of the cushions. Your legs have found themselves wrapped around my neck, your ankles crossed. I relax, sitting on my feet, leaning against you and the chair. I smile again as I look up to your face, your eyes closed, a satisfied grin curling your lips. Your breathing is slow, regular, relaxed. I know you are still there in body, but in your mind you have passed into a warm comfortable place accessible only to us. I feel somehow at peace to know I have lead you there, provided you pleasure, security and comfort in a way special and unique to us. I lick your wetness from my lips, enjoy the sweetness and close my eyes with my head resting against your thigh. We slumber in peace.



Your Turn



"So tell me about the craziest thing you've ever done sexually."

It took me only a second to reply to her.

"There was this time in college. Some buddies of mine and I had been out all night at this fraternity party and this one little cooze starts draping herself all over each one of us in turn. She was petite with blonde hair, big green eyes and pert little tits which seemed to cry out to us to be let loose from this little blue top with no bra. Each one of us had had our shot with her making out in a dark corner. She'd obediently come back around and then take the next one off into a different dark corner.

"So when the lights come up and we get our things to go, this girl's still hanging around so my friend Jason, this big black guy, and I slyly wink to each other and agree to walk her back to her place.

"I don't know that we even had to give her a verbal invitation but we simply walk back to our dorm, and she follows Jason and I up to my room. Without even having the door closed yet she pops those tits out over her top and says, 'I wanna suck you guys.'


"Of course there is no hesitation on my part and my pants are off, and Jason's are off and he has out this big horse cock that she leers at and then pops into her lips. Jason starts fucking her mouth and she wraps a hand around my cock and begins stroking me off. Almost as soon as she starts, she turns her head to me and takes my cock to the hilt like she's trying to choke herself with it. At one point she does gag and stops, takes a deep breath and plunges back onto it a few times. She then gasps again and turns to Jason, popping the head of his dick between her lips and cupping my balls.

"'Such gorgeous cocks," she says. 'I want them in me.'

"She pushes me back to the bed, tears down her shorts and gets on all fours at my feet. I raise my knees up and ass up a bit as she reaches back and starts fingering her own slit. Begging for Jason to fill her up, she begins tonguing my asshole. She turns back to him with a grimace and says, 'Fuck me,' and as he pushes that rod into her she has to pause and give a bit of a yelp.

"Pretty soon Jason is pounding away at her and her face would contort as if in pain though her pleasure was obvious because she would reach back as if to pull him in deeper. His thrusts were slamming her face into my nuts as she tried to drive her tongue deeper into me. Jason reaches a head under her belly and another on the square of her back and begins ramming even harder. With this she starts screaming, letting loose. 

"She turns back and sneers again, 'Oh, Yeah! Fuck me! Yeah.' I have to grab her hair and turn that slutty little mouth's attention to my own cock again.

"She can't handle it though and soon is screaming again and so just starts to jerk me off. Jason, seeing that I'm not getting near the excitement he is, grabs both her legs and throws her on the bed, flipping her over in the process. 'Fuck that slut's mouth,' he says and then begins to giggle almost like he can't believe he just said it and can't believe what we are doing. So now I'm just straddling this girl's face plunging my cock down into her gaping mouth as if to shut it up. 

"Her face is red and voice hoarse now from all the yelling: It isn't just the screams of sexual ecstasy now but just yelling as if she's trying to get the attention of someone across campus. "Awww aww aw! Yeah FUCK IT!"

"Jason is fucking her hard again with her legs up on his shoulders and she is stroking me as I drive my cock deep into her hungry mouth. Every time I stop to let her breathe she gasps, 'Please come in my mouth.' It is pleading as if her life depends on guzzling down my seed. 'Please, please,' she whimpers, and I plunge my cock back down. 

"Her top is still on though pushed under her tits and now drenched with sweat and her saliva. My cock makes a popping noise with each of Jason's thrusts, the popping noise you make when you stick your finger inside your cheek and pop it out. That's how hard my cock is.

"She doesn't have much voice left and so can only whimper as Jason plows away and then she turns back to my cock and makes these suckling noises... 'Mmmm mmm mmm'.

"Soon my balls are aching, and I can't take it anymore and have to pop. I sit up a bit and lift her head by the hair. My wad shoots over her chin and lips so that part of it ends up in between her eyes. Her tongue circles around, lapping it up as Jason continues plunging into her at the end of the bed.

"'Mmmm, mmm. I want more,' she begs. Even before she gets the last bits of my cum, Jason is around at her face, tugging that big horse cock, and her mouth is gaping open to receive his load too. Not content to stop she immediately has her hand on my balls again and is begging my cock back to life. As Jason's creamy jizz unloads between her lips, she shoves a finger into my ass and starts fingering it making me cry out with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"She has one hand milking his brown snake and the other checking my prostate and her eyes are telling us that she wasn't sated yet. Those being my college years and this slut so badly needing it, it was only moments before I am almost as erect as I had been minutes before. Her bold move to my anus opened the door for the ass play, so I pull away from her and quickly have her legs up. Jason is next to her, his flaccid cock draped across her lips.

"I press my own tongue against her tight little anus letting gobs of saliva roll down it to lubricate her. With a sufficient amount of spittle there, I press a finger in as my mouth moves up to work her well-fucked pussy.

"'You want more?" Jason asks her. 

"'Mmm yes, more cum.' The way she says it is almost child-like. 'Fuck my ass,' she is saying to no one in particular.

"Her ass is super-tight and as I work the head of my cock in, her hands reach down as if to keep me from plunging right in. As I shove the length of it into her she gives a grimace before sitting almost straight up to view the work I was about to do. Her legs are bowed out and I work my shaft between them slowly as if slowly drawing back the string of that tight bow. Her face contorts and grimaces as I began to move in a rhythm and I'm afraid I'm hurting her. Then she lets out a long 'Oh yeah...' and begins to slurp again on Jason's tool. Now instead of a mix of pain and pleasure, her words relate a sort of mix of pain and relief as if I am giving a hard massage. 'Mmm. Oh... Yeah... yeah, fuck my ass. Yes.'

"She reaches down to finger herself, and I marveled at how engorged her clit seems, pushing out from it's hooded hiding place. Her pussy too is dripping with her juices. I give her everything she keeps begging me for, plunging my cock away in her ass. Jason strokes himself, occasionally running the head of his cock over her face and lips.

"My pace builds. She encourages it by slamming down against my thrusts. I begin to pant. 

"'Fuck me harder,' she says before slipping Jason's growing cock back between her hungry lips. Her ass is clenching my tool making the already nice tight hole even more gratifying. I feel another release and am ready to unload in her. Jason is fully erect again and seems to take more satisfaction at watching the strain on my face as I unleash a torrent of jizz up her ass. This makes her scream out with another orgasm. I think to myself finally the hungry little bitch is done, but as her quaking comes under control she looks up at Jason and again begs 'More!'.

"Jason immediately flips her back over and ploughs his dick straight into her ass, squeezing out the seed I had just planted there moments before. I feel spent but she takes me back into her mouth. I watch as Jason pounds at her for a while but soon let my head lay back and drift off to sleep to their moans and grunts.

"At one point in the night I wake up and my naked body is spooned around hers. I slide my cock into her like that and we have sex again, slowly this time, both of us near exhaustion from the earlier efforts. I don't remember coming again.

"When I woke again she was gone."

"What happened to her then? I mean, did you see her again at all?"

"Well never again like THAT. I did see her around campus after that. Even had a class with her junior year, though it was a big Econ seminar. Drunk-dialed her once after looking her up in the directory. She politely blew me off. I guess she started dating some guy."

"Guess even we sluts can find love somewhere out there," she laughs as if mocking herself, though now it is time to get to the truth...

"So what's the craziest thing you've ever done sexually?" I ask with a grin.



Your Turn



Lie back, lover, let me do everything let me give to you this time. You are naked and I am delirious with the scent of you in the air.

Let me move over you. Let me lean up beside you (above you) and kiss you so hard, slide my tongue into your mouth with a pickpocket's grace, press my lips tight to yours and breathe you in. Let me kiss you until you cannot tell where I start and you end.

And while I do that, let me caress your body. Let my hands learn your curves, your angles, your softness and your muscles. Let them slide from your shoulders down your back across your hips down to your ass squeezing it a little pushing your body against mine because my leg is between yours now rubbing across you ... but my hands still moving up again to your breasts to your nipples tuning them like radio dials and still all along kissing you until you moan against my lips ...

Push back against my leg if you want to. Rub yourself off on my thigh while I pull back from your mouth and start kissing down your neck. I haven't forgotten your ear; I nibble down your neck and back up, then slide my tongue across your earlobe and whisper, "I am going to make you come so fucking hard for me." This time licking down your neck, long strokes of my tongue, ending at your collarbone kissing your shoulders because they are so damn beautiful and I want to please you once for each freckle I find.

As my mouth moves down your body from there, I'm afraid I have to move my thigh from between yours. It's just as well -- you can feel what you've done to my cock, moving like that, and this is your time. But you won't feel neglected there for long. Just as my lips close around one swelling nipple and tease it even harder, my hand will move across your pussy. Just the side of my hand for right now, just learning your wetness, but moving on you all the same. Maybe my fingertip will brush experimentally across your clit.

But those touches are only barely beginning to register to you, because my mouth is working whatever magic it may hold on first one nipple, then the other, again and again. Taking one so deep in, sucking at it, then at the other taking it just between the teeth and squeezing just the right amount, then swirling circles around the other with my tongue, spiraling inward until the tip flickers over it again and again like frames flipping in a black and white movie. Making love to your nipples, kissing them caressing them until you arch your back, offering me more and more, begging me to take you further, faster, harder.

And I cannot deny you that.

From there, I follow a trail of kisses, down across your stomach, god, lover, if this were about me I could come for your stomach alone ... but even when I know you need me further down (my fingers have started to dip daringly into your depths) I have to spend a moment cherishing your stomach, caressing it, covering it with kisses, flattening my face against it and feeling you.

But I do not wait for long. Call out, lover, as my fingers find their way inside you; call out for everything I have to give. Hearing your call, I will hurry to move down and to give you my mouth.

You are wet as a monsoon for me by now. My index and middle finger are inside you, curling upward, stroking you as they slowly slide in and out. But they move back out to give my mouth a chance to explore, trailing your own wetness across your flushed skin.

Let me start out by licking you from bottom to top -- long, wet, encompassing licks, starting as low as your musky asshole and moving the whole way up, parting your lips just a bit, up until reaching the pinnacle of your clit. Licking you again and again, each time perhaps daring to move a bit deeper inside, until finally with a lunge my lips are pressed against you and my tongue fully inside you.

There are things my tongue can do that fingers or even my cock cannot -- flatten and twist simultaneously; yield even as it is pushing further, deeper inside; wiggle like a dolphin's tail speeding under the waves; and my tongue is doing them all inside you. And while I move there, lick you that way, trail my tongue down the roof of your pussy teasing that special spot, I am drinking you in, drowning in you, becoming drenched with your wetness. My long black hair is getting soaked in you -- when I look up for a moment and smile, you would see my bangs plastered to my face if you could open your eyes.

You are starting to rock back and forth, unable to keep your body still. While my mouth works on you, I've let one fingertip tease at your clit, rubbing more across the slight skin that it hides beneath than itself, but still stimulating you. Moan for me, and I will answer with the lowness of my voice against your pussy, and even that vibration will drive you mad.

Finally, my lips and my fingers trade places. Back again the index and middle fingers of my strong right hand slide inside you; and you are so wet now that even my ring finger goes along for the ride. My mouth then forms a circle around your clit, and my tongue is flicking across it, fast and light as hummingbirds' wings, directly across and above and under and across until you can barely stand it -- and meanwhile, that ring finger that has become so slick with your wetness slides out and back, and slowly slides its way into your ass, caressing you there -- and now my tongue presses against your clit a bit more strongly, tracing curlicues across it, writing words of love and lust in great looping cursive letters across you until you are starting to shake -- and inside I can feel you starting to contract, your muscles shaking and squeezing against me -- and your whole body is moving now, pushing and pulling and fucking my face and my hand -- and i bite down gently on your clit while my fingers fuck you hard and deep and you cry out and then you --

Yes. Just like that.



Your Turn



This is Marie taking her turn at domination after the story "A Kinky Afternoon". This story can certainly be read and enjoyed on its own, but you might want to read about the Kinky Afternoon first.

*

We're together naked – but I'm exhausted. I apologize and beg for you to let me sleep for an hour or so. You pout a little but give in as long as I take a Viagra pill first and you let me know that you'll be ready for me in an hour! 

I fall asleep with your breasts in my back and your arm around my chest. I'm amazed that I can sleep knowing that I'm with you and dreaming of an hour from now – but I'm dead tired. 

I wake up on my back – with you whispering in my ear. I don't quite get what you are saying, still half-asleep. I try to move my left arm to put it around you, but it doesn't move. My eyes jerk open and I look at my wrist. It is tied to the bedpost! I pull on my right arm that won't move either. I look into your eyes, and you're smiling. 

Now I begin to understand what you've been whispering. "Do you trust me?" 

Nervous and excited I nod my head and say 'Sure'. You then ask, "What are our safe words?" At this point my whole body is beginning to tingle and I moan. You smile and repeat "What are our safe words?" 

I'm nodding my head but finding it difficult to speak. Finally I croak 'cauliflower and chocolate.' 

You patiently say 'yes, but what do they mean?' 

I tell you that "chocolate (your favorite food) means don't stop but lighten up, and cauliflower (the food I hate) means I'm over the edge – please stop now". 

You smile look down my body to my penis, which is standing straight up, and say 'it looks like your ready.' 

I nod but am somewhat anxious because I have no idea what comes next. You lean down to kiss me and I try to put my arms around you, forgetting that they are still attached to the bed. You kiss me lightly and start to pull away. I lift up trying to remain in contact with your lips, but you pull away and say 'it gets a little frustrating doesn't it?' Oh God yes it does! 

You sit up and say, "Where shall I start?" 

I stammer 'Anywhere you want!' 

You tell me that 'that's the right answer' and lean over and place your nipple in my mouth. 

Oh wow, I'm thinking, what a good place to start! I lick the tip of your nipple with my tongue, then swirl all around the edge. I close my lips on your nub, tighten, you start to pull up – I hold on as long as I can using my teeth at the end – until you finally pull your nipple out of my reach. 

You then say – "Oh that reminds me." You get up off the bed and walk over to your bag. I follow you with my eyes. When you come back you have something hidden behind your back, at this point I'm not too concerned because I'm mesmerized by your breasts swinging back and forth as you kind of bounce back to me. You kneel beside me and tell me you've gone shopping. You show me a handful of clothes pins in one hand, and then pull out the other hand and show me a couple of metal clamps. "I bought these for you!" You smile. I smile nervously. You drop them on the bed and move your hands to my chest. 

You rub my chest and slowly rake your fingernails over my nipples. You put your lips to my nipple and using your tongue, you lick, and then suck it into your mouth. You then grab it with your teeth and pull. I groan and start to lift of the bed and lift with your mouth until I'm stopped by the restraints - you pull a little more and then finally let go. I shiver and sigh. 

You then pick up a clamp and holding my nipple with one hand put the clamp over it and gently allow the clamp to tighten. You watch my eyes and I look at you. I can feel the pressure increasing until you let it go entirely. I finally let out my breath I didn't even know I was holding. You ask 'are you OK'? I smile and nod. You smile and lower your head to my other nipple. 

For some reason the anticipation is worse, knowing what's about to happen. This time as you place the clamp over my nipple instead of slowly letting it tighten, you let go quickly and it snaps on my nipple and I groan 'ahhhhhhhhhh!' 

You again ask, "are you OK"? I don't say anything for a minute afraid of what will come out of my mouth. 

Eventually I level off and say 'I'm fine'. 

I kind of smile and then you do too. You reach up and kiss me on the lips. I kiss you back but my lips and mouth seem to have dried up. As you kiss me your chest come in contact with the clamps and adds additional pressure. You then start to move down my body and put your hands on my penis which was hard before you even touched it. 

You start to wonder aloud, "I have these extra clothespins now – what can I do with them?' At this point I'm just moaning. You stretch out my ball sac and take a pin and clip it on. You look at me and then continue and attach two others. At this point you lower your head to the head of my penis and lick off the precum. I again groan. 

When you start to lower your head again, one hand comes up to my chest and begins to flick the clamp while your other hand go to the clothespins and begins to twist. And then your mouth envelops my prick. 

My mind is going crazy with the range of sensations. My nipples are burning, and each twist adds a flame. My ball sac is all stretched out and each twist adds tightness. Your mouth on my dick is warm and giving me incredible pleasure. You work your tongue around and lick the head. 

I am groaning with delight. It's like I can't tell if it really hurts or it really feels good but I know my penis is getting ready to burst at the same time as I feel the burning pain from the clips. WOW. 

You then start moving your mouth up and down my penis. You use your tongue when you reach the top. After a while I can start to feel my impending orgasm, you can feel it too and pull your mouth off. I lift my crotch to try and find your mouth again so I can remain in contact and finish. But you say "we'll save that for later." 

I can't believe it. I was so close and you just stopped. My body is twitching to try and finish myself but I can't. You come up to my face and say "it will be even better when you do finish, but there's something I want you to do first." 

I'm still breathing heavy just beginning to come back down to earth. You kiss me – my mouth is still dry – so you give me some of your tongue and I slurp on it beginning to get moisture in my mouth again. You notice how dry I am, and ask, "do you need something to wet your whistle?" 

I nod, and you say you have just the thing. You get up and I think that you're going to get me some water. Instead you reposition yourself, so that your pussy is inches from my face. "Can you see how wet I am?" you ask. You lower yourself so that I have to reach up so I can lick your lips. 

You were right, you are wet. My tongue licks you - soaking up your moisture. My mouth is now moistened and I revel in your taste. 

You then lower yourself until your pussy is jammed up against my mouth. I use my mouth and lips and tongue. I lick up and down your lips. I use my tongue as a probe and finally push it a little way into your vagina. I push it in and out – in as far as I can reach and then out again. And then rapidly in and out. Then I rub my tongue up and down your lips. You moan as I start to concentrate on your clitoris. 

I use my lips to grab your clit in my mouth. At that moment your hands are behind your back and you grab the clamps on my nipples and pull on them. I groan into your crotch and hold on tight to your clit. You keep pulling on the clamps and I pinch your clit even a little harder and just put my teeth on it when you start to spasm as you begin your orgasm. 

You let go of the clamps and pull yourself out of my reach shuddering as your orgasm winds down. You lay down beside me and cuddle me for a few minutes. You put your head on my shoulder and run your hand over my belly and chest leaving my sore nipples alone for the time being. 

Eventually you've recuperated and you again move your body down mine. Soon your breasts are over my cock. If it lost any of its hardness since your mouth left it, I've regained it. I feel like I'm as hard as I've ever been in my life. 

You press your soft breasts into my penis. They feel cool and soft against my dick. You move them up and down the shaft. 

At this point you begin to unclamp the clothespins on my sac. You move your mouth down and gently take my balls into your mouth. You are very gentle as you swish them around your mouth. You lift up and they fall out with a plop. 

You then move up again and wrap my penis in your breasts. You slid your breasts up and down the shaft. At the end of each stroke your mouth ends up on the head of my dick. And then you stroke again. I am groaning wildly with pleasure. You then take one hand and reach up to a clamp. You flick it, then twist it and finally pull on it. 

You're still moving your breast over my cock and licking it. You move your hand to the other clamp and repeat the process and his time when you pull – you keep pulling. I groan and begin to ejaculate. This first spurt hits my belly and then you hungrily put your mouth on me and begin to suck me dry. 

As I am emptied my dick begins to go limp and falls out of your mouth. You move up to my belly smile at me and lick up the first spurt you missed. You then reach up and remove the clamp from my left nipple. It kills as blood rushes back into the nipple. You put your mouth on it and GENTLY lick my nipple helping it to calm down. 

You them look at me and repeat the process on the other clamp. I am biting my lip in anticipation of the release of the clamp. The release is so much worse that the original bite when you attached them. But you use your mouth and tongue very effectively, to alleviate the sting. 

You lift you head to mine and kiss me deeply. You're lying on top of me and your soft breasts are resting on my chest pressing against my tender nipples. What an incredible feeling! Your mouth is exploring mine. You bite my lower lip and then lift your head and smile. You ask, "are you OK?" 

I reply, 'No I'm not OK - I'm fantastic!!' You laugh and reach over to release my hands rubbing your body against mine. As soon as I'm released I wrap my arms around you and Hold you tight. I might never let you go!!

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Your Turn



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Your Turn
Voice by: victoriawhita
words by: starkhadre

I woke up alone. We'd only been together for a few months, but I found I could miss him rather quickly in the cold dark of night. He was becoming a writer, possessing a kind of violent brilliant that stunned me every time I read one of his pieces. Seeing him put such astonishing thoughts on paper seemed incredible, like some sort of magic. He worked at night, when the mood or the inspiration struck him, and he slipped from my bed to answer the urge to create magnificent things about dragons and sorcerers and elves. I usually lay in bed while he worked, listening to the quiet clicking of the keys as he wrote. Then I would welcome him back into my bed when the words had gone dry and he fell exhausted against the pillow.

But tonight I was restless, full of dark and brooding energy. I stepped from the bed and went to the window, looked out over the snarling city toward the smug, fattened moon. I folded my arms across my chest, enjoying the smooth satin of my short nightgown as it shifted against my cool skin, shivering a little as the lace at the edges of the low cut neck nipped at my arms and pressed against my breasts.

Tonight I missed him badly. We'd both been busy at our day jobs, hadn't really spent all that much time together in almost a week. I watched the traffic in the street under the window, wanting him badly, the channel between my thighs aching for him. I slid my hand slowly over the slick, creamy satin and cupped myself, pressed my palm against my vulva until I could feel the solidity of my pubic bone behind the soft flesh, feet the heat of my need burning me through the cloth. I cupped and squeezed my left breast with my other hand, pinched the hardened, tingling nipple and tugged at it as he liked to do. I bit my lip, beginning to breath hard, almost desperate for him now. To hell with his work, I wanted him, and badly.... (continued in audio)