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Challenge

By: nwcpl



The sun felt good it would probably be too hot if it wasn't for the cool breeze that and the fact She was completely nude save for her sunglasses. 

Six months ago She would not have been caught dead topless on a deserted island much less in her current state of undress and without a care about the location or crowd. But that was before the "challenge" and the rather remarkable changes in She. Both internal and external not that physically much had changed other than the over all tan. She had always had one hell of a body. Long blonde hair, green eyes that changed with her mood. Thin neck leading down to small but perfectly shaped breasts. Just the hint of a tummy and a gorgeous ass with long shapely legs. 

Only in She's current state of undress though could her full beauty be appreciated, her light brown nipples and beautiful shaved vulva revealing to the full the lips of her womanhood. 

Six months? In some ways a different life time. Then she had been just another pretty girl. One that would turn a head or two to be sure but not exceptional. Her body usually wrapped in blue jeans and a sweatshirt. Cute but somehow missing something. Sheila's roommate Jill a twenty six year old " ball breaker " five foot three one hundred six pounds as Jill put it half of it in her tits. Was going to be the catalyst to a new world of experiences that would leave them and many others reeling. 

"Well Sheila, you got the nerve or you going to pussy out? Asked Jill. That night was amateur night at "Top-Cats " normally it was a topless bar. But tonight they had a wet tee shirt contest for amateurs. Jill planned on winning as she had a half a dozen other bars in the greater Seattle area. 

"Well I might go just to keep you out of trouble but no way in hell would you get me up there. "

"If you loosened up that tight little ass of yours you'd be a lot happier. " Jill joked. "But I'll want the company. Who knows? Maybe you'll change your mind. "

So at 8:30 Sheila and Jill were sitting as a table at "Top-Cats" with Sheila wondering just what the hell she was doing there 

"Sheila you need to get yourself laid. Look around with the bulges in some of the pants of some of these guys. Mother goose could get fucked till she screamed. "

"Jill your hopeless. There's more to life than making love. " Sheila shot back. 

"Your not listening She. I'm not talking about making love I'm talking about getting the shit fucked out of you. Do you good too. I don't know why I bother. Your so straight laced sometimes I think you belong in a convent. I bet you never had the nerve to flash a tit in your life. ' Jill said. 

"You make me sound like a puritan, " Sheila said. " Jill if I looked like you maybe it's okay for you but. "

"Cut the crap Sheila. You think your tits would fall off if someone got just a peek. Hell you don't even have the nerve to enter a wet tee shirt contest. Let alone let anyone see your precious titties in the flesh!'

Sheila burned under the skin at that. Partly at the tone partly at the truth in what Jill was saying. She wasn't a puritan but even skimpy swim suits embarrassed her. Wet tee shirt contest! They where just plan stupid! But still... 

"Come on Sheila give it a try. A little spray a little shake and wiggle, " Jill challenged. 

"No way Jill I told you. I'd come with you but that's it. I'm no exhibitionist. "

"Don't stroke me I'm your roommate remember. You're just gutless. I bet you haven't got the balls to do that are all. I bet if you ever got the nerve to try... Oh never mind. "

I must be drunker than I think I am Sheila thought. " I'll tell you what Jill. I'll get up there let them spray me. Even dance around a little. If you promise to never bug me about my, sex life again and I'll kill you if you ever tell so much as breathe this to a soul. " Sheila said. Immediately afterwards wondering if she had totally lost her mind. 

"I bet you chicken out but great. Hey She, it'll only take two minutes. Only the semi-finalists go more than one dance. I promise you go through with this and mums the word". Jill answered with a smile. 

Sheila and Jill went to the bar to sign up and get their official tee shirt. After two more, quick strong doubles. Sheila was about as ready as she ever was going to get. Jill and Sheila headed back stage to the dressing room where there must have been close to 100 girls in the process of getting "dressed. " Stripping down to panties and heels if they had them which most did, including Jill. Both She and Jill had received their "official Top Cats" t-shirts that several of the girls already had on. The shirts were perhaps of the thinnest t-shirt material she had ever seen. Sheila imagined with a blush that these "tee shirts" would practically disappear when they got wet. " To late now I'll never hear the end of it, if I back out now. How did I ever get my self in to this. " Sheila mumbled to herself. 

Sheila took a deep breath and moved to a locker she'd have to share with Jill and two other girls. I wonder why the big turn out. Jill never did say what the prize was, must be good. 

"Five minutes" some guy called from the door. Shit no knock no nothing. Well the sooner I get started the sooner it's over with. 

Sheila slipped her shoes and socks off, pulled her shirt over her head and slipped her jeans down. She had half a second of fear and something else just a hint of excitement as she slipped off her bra and quickly pulled on her " Top-Cats " tee shirt. The Top-Cat logo was written high across the shirt to give maximum P. R. But covered nothing "important" Sheila noticed. Sheila was surprised to find that the shirt fit reasonably well if anything a little big and it covered better than she thought it would. She had half expected them give every body one size too small. 

So wearing just a full body blush a tee shirt and a pair of plain white cotton panties she headed out with the others toward the stage. Jill, she noticed had dawned high spiked heels and a pair of high French cut panties that made the most out of her legs and ass. Sheila thought for a brief moment that she wished she had worn panties a little less frumpy and a little more flattering and the others' heels showed off their legs better than her bare feet. Then thought, I am losing my mind if I had any brains I would be wearing long johns or better yet I would never have come with Jill in the first place. Too late now. 

The " announcer " was calling them out on stage where they met with blinding lights, wolf whistles and mild applause. In groups of 8-10 they where led out to the center or the stage where their tee shirts where liberally sprayed down with a hose and to Sheila's dismay as they hosed down the first group her first impressions proved correct. The shirts became virtually transparent, for all practical purposes disappearing. Leaving only the smallest hint of modesty. Contrary to what she had thought, being a little too large the material was even more revealing clinging to every curve and almost molded to their breasts. 

The music was loud and seductive. Lots of drums and base. Sheila was in the last group having been dragged back by Jill stating, "Only the dumb ones went on first otherwise the audience forgets what you looked like when the voting starts. " Sheila didn't want to spend any more time out on stag than she had to. Besides Jill out there at the same time every one would be looking at Jill instead of her. 

Finally it was their turn as the music played they spayed them down one at a time. Jill looked fantastic, large pink nipples pressing against the fabric on large full breasts. Sheila had seen Jill's breasts' plenty of times in the apt. Running around the house half naked. No matter who was home. But with the lights the people Sheila understood why every guy in the apartment building was so hot to get in her shorts. 

Then it was her turn. The water was surprising cold. Between the cold and the rather unusual circumstances, Sheila's light brown nipples jutted out rock hard. The tee shirt clung to her body like a second skin. Sheila tried pulling the shirt away from her skin but was even more embarrassed when the tee shirt hung even more closely, if that was possible, to her skin afterwards. As she stepped away the "announcer" sprayed her backside as well. Startled Sheila spun back around; this met with immediate shouts and whistles from the audience puzzling her. But the music had started and as Sheila, along with the others, started to dance she lost some of the edge on her nerves. Although she felt that a soviet satellite could probably still pick up her blush as an infrared heat source. 

What the hell if she was going to do it, do it right. No way was she going to go through this and then be accused by Jill of doing it half way. Sheila knew she could dance. Not in the style of a real dancer but she had been told often enough that her style of dancing drove her partners slightly crazy, she moved hot and seductively. She let herself go following her instincts as well as following the lead of some of the dancers that had gone on stage ahead of her and had obviously been well received by the audience. The drinks must really be hitting her she felt light headed and danced with abandon. 

Sheila noticed that as she danced that she was seemed to create a stir every time she spun around. Half way through the dance she understood with a start. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrors that lined the back of the stage and saw what the audience saw every time she turned her back to them. That although the panties she was wearing where not all that alluring in themselves they where made of a light material quite similar to the material the tee shirts where made of and with almost the same results when wet. The panties where now almost transparent in back and clung to every inch of her behind. But instead of embarrassment she felt a rush pass through her. 

Suddenly the music stopped and the announce moved to the microphone on the stage. " Ladies and gentleman I could watch all of these lovely ladies all night, as I'm sure you could but we got to move along with the show. I'm going to ask these beautiful ladies to line the back of the stage and as I call out there names to step out. It's up to you to pick ten finalist by your applause... Ready OK let's go" one by one the girls stepped forward some to be met with loud applause others to polite clapping and a boy friends enthusiastic hammering. As no surprise to Sheila when Jill's name was called out the audience thundered out their approval two girls later when Sheila stepped forward the applause did surprise her. After a quick check on two girls whose applause had been close 5 finalist where chosen. Sheila was one of them. Sheila began to feel a warm tingling all over, centered though in her crotch. 

After a round of applause for the losers the 5 finalist began solo dances for an audience growing more and more excited by the minute. As Sheila's turn came up and she was re-hosed. Sheila purposely turned and bent slightly forward allowing the announcer to fully saturate the back of her panties as well. This was met with cheering by the audience. As she stepped out on the stage to the beat of Donna summers " Hot Stuff " Sheila felt a strange sense of detachment as she rotated to the music it was strange like making love with a stranger. She felt like she was out of her body watching and getting very turned on by watching. The sway of her proud jutting tits and the slow gyration of her hips. She danced with a passion of someone she didn't even know. It seemed like only seconds and the song was over. She felt horny, there was no other word for it 250 screaming people mostly men watched and she couldn't care less. No that wasn't true, she liked them watching. 

The announcer was again at the microphone. The 5 dancers spread out behind him. " Well ladies and gentlemen that was quite a show. Anybody out their that doesn't have a hard on after watching these sultry ladies must be dead. I may never be the same but now comes the "hard" part there's only one grand prize. But never fear all these lovely ladies will receive $500. 00 in prize money for their little show. And second place will receive $1, 500. 00

Shit what was the grand prize if also second place was $1, 500. 00 and just for strutting around you got $500. 00. Sheila thought not bad $500. 00 bucks would come in handy and it was kind of fun in a weird way. Not something that she would ever have done in her right mind, but it was kind of fun for a once in a lifetime thing. 

They called them forward one at a time allowing each girl to receive her due. When Jill's turn came the crowd roared out their approval. Jill reached up with both hands and massaged her full tits and hard nipples through the thin material. Meeting with even louder shouts for more. Then another girl stepped forward with what could only be considered polite approval after Jill's. Lastly it when it was Sheila's turn the crowd again roared out their approval. Sheila felt the sensation directly in her pussy. 

"Ladies and gentlemen we appear to have a tie. Would Jill and Sheila please step forward " once more the audience roared its approval. " Alright folks, for the grand prize, is it Jill?" As Jill stepped forward she shot a smile at Sheila and with one fluid motion pulled her tee shirt over her head. The room went wild. Jill's breasts free of the fabric swung with a sexuality that probably caused more than one man out there to come in his pants. " Or is it Sheila?" The announcer asked. Sheila stepped forward with a spin that brought a roar from the crowd but it was obvious they wanted to see her tits. Shouts and calls pleaded for her to take off her tee shirt. Sheila, without conscious thought, almost against her will, reached for bottom of her tee shirt and ever so slowly began to raise it but just before reaching her breasts she stopped and shook her head the audience groaned but seconds later came unglued as Sheila, with a deep breath, hooked her thumbs in waist of her panties and pulled them to the floor leaving herself nude from the waist down. The audience exploded. Sheila could feel the explosion as if a penis had been rammed into her dripping pussy. She came with a force she had not felt possible it was as if the audience had come with her as indeed quite a few had. 

"Ladies and gentlemen we have a clear winner. Sheila" the announcer screamed over the roar of approval. "Sheila how about one more dance" he shouted. Sheila almost gratefully complied but first pulled the tee shirt over her head and threw it into the audience leaving herself completely nude. After the last dance the audience felt there could be nothing more. But Sheila danced with a lewdness that brought both them and her to the edge yet again teasing them and herself with light touches to her now dripping pussy and fondling of her firm ripe breasts and burning nipples. She left the audience and herself spent following the dance. 

The announcer came to her and led her to the microphone letting his hand trail down her back to the v of her butt copping a quick feel. The touch brought another orgasm to her. The announcer was speaking but Sheila found it difficult to concentrate something about the prize she had almost forgot that she had won first prize. She couldn't quite figure out what he was talking about meeting somebody she had never heard of and a photo spread. As Jill ran forward to hug her roommate She frantically asked what she had won. 

"Your kidding right it was on the reader board out front. " Jill said. "

"What was on the board I didn't see it on the way in. I was to busy looking for a hole to climb in. " Sheila hissed, " I don't understand. What have I won?"

"You really don't know do you" said Jill smiling in disbelief " you my once prim roommate will be meeting. You just won a photo shoot with a former Hustler photographer. "

to be continued...

Challenge



Silently, she cursed herself for her impulsiveness. She stood quietly, back to the room, looking out at the lights far below her, waiting to see what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into. She heard the door open and then close. The lock snapped. She concentrated, trying to hear what was happening behind her. The sheer curtains on the window gave no reflection. The soft touch on her shoulders startled her. She had heard nothing. She started to turn around. The hands stopped her. She stood still. Her dress was slowly unzipped and eased off her shoulders. She shivered slightly as the material slid down her body.

She cursed herself again. She had complained that no man paid any attention to any woman over the age of 25. She'd said it where it had been overheard and evidently taken as a challenge. Now she was in a room with a stranger who was slowly removing her clothes. The hands were on her shoulders again, gently caressing. The straps of her bra were eased off her shoulders. She felt his fingers on the hooks and the garment fell free. His hands brushed her nipples as he let her bra fall to the floor. 

Her heart was pounding. Then the black silk scarf settled over her eyes. She tensed as it was tied securely. The hands again caressed her shoulders, sliding softly up and down her arms until she relaxed. The first gentle touch of his lips on her neck made her nipples harden and her breath catch. 

The hands settled on her hips, sliding under the elastic of her panties. She felt his warm breath on her back as her panties were slowly lowered and her feet lifted one at a time to remove them and the puddle of cloth that was her dress. Hands closed on her wrists and led her away from the window. She felt the brush of the bed sheets along her leg. She was turned to the feel the edge of the bed behind her knees. The hands left her.

No words had been spoken. She was reluctant to break the silence yet curiosity was burning in her. Who was he? She heard soft whispers of sound. His clothing being removed? She sat carefully on the bed. Hands on her ankles, lifting her legs, urging her to lie back on the bed. Trembling, she laid back. She felt his warm breath just a split second before his lips touched her left nipple. Her breathing became quicker. 

She felt the dip of the mattress as he joined her. She felt his body heat near her. His hands and lips now explored her prone body. Each time she tried to touch him, he trapped her hands and held them at her sides until she remained still. He was arousing her with the soft touches and gentle kisses on her quivering flesh.

A soft touch of lips on hers. Her lips parted under his, barely touching, a sharing of breath that made her shiver with want. A touch of his tongue on hers. A kiss pulled gently on her lower lip as his hands stroked her body with feathery touches. A hand caressed her knee and moved slowly up her inner thigh. Her soft moan against his parted lips was the first sound in the room. His hand cupped her vulva. She arched against the gentle touch. 

He had not touched her clitoris, yet she was ready to explode. He held her, trapping her heat under his hand. Then he stroked her clitoris as his kiss became harder. She writhed against him and then arched, her body wracked by wave after wave of intense pleasure as her orgasm burst. His hands and lips were now more insistent as his fingers teased her. He pushed two fingers slowly into her and waited, his thumb against her clitoris, another finger pressed against her anus.

She moaned again, her body clenching around his fingers. His fingers moved, stimulating her more as his lips went to her breasts. She was panting, moaning, writhing against his hand and lips. Her orgasm exploded again. Suddenly, he took his hand from her and mounted her. She moaned as his penis began to push into her. He was huge! Her hips arched up again and again as his penetration pushed deeper and deeper into her. 

A soft sigh of pleasure in her ear. The first sound he had made. She felt his hot, hard body press against her, his hot, hard penis buried in her. Her orgasm massaged his massive erection as he moved slowly in and out of her, the hot friction of his motion causing her body to convulse in constant spasm. He took his time, keeping her writhing and convulsing until his own orgasm finally exploded, sending rivers of fiery ejaculate deep into her. 

He held her tight against his body as the ripples of their passion slowly faded. His lips caressed her neck, then her lips as he slowly eased from her body. She started to sit up. His hands on her shoulders urged her to remain still. She heard him move around, then the snick of the lock and the sound of the door opening and closing. She sighed and removed the blindfold. Would she ever know who he was? 

She got up and closed the curtains for privacy. Then she turned on a light and went to shower. Her body still tingled from him. He had satisfied her more than any lover she had ever had. She sighed again as she slowly dressed. The black silk scarf was still on the bed. Smiling slightly, she folded it carefully and put it in her purse. That's when she found the note. Thank you, it said, perhaps we will meet again. 

The handwriting was elegant and the paper heavy and expensive. Perhaps they would meet again. She found herself hoping so.



Challenge



Chapter 1: An Old Rival,/B>

Today, I came of age. I only had the rest of the quarter left at school before I went off to university, but it was going to be a good rest of the quarter. I'll explain why later. Actually, I'll show you why later. 

I got dressed, and rushed to school. When I arrived, I walked into the main office. 

This was a requirement when one turned 18, so that they could get the word "YES" stamped on the back of their hands. It mattered because any adult could challenge any other adult to one of three 'games', and they could require any one sexual action from the other adult whenever they won. The other adult was also not allowed to leave until they won a round. 

Of course, in the school, you were required to take the other student to a private place (there were numerous such places built into the school, including an adults only room that was a little more... public, again, I'll show you that later) but by adulthood, most students were done with there studies, but still required to show up at school. 

I walked through the hallway, looking for one girl in particular. Luckily for me, it didn't take long to find her. The moment I spotted her brown hair and firm, if small, B-cup boobs, I was already hard. 

"I challenge you." I said, with a slight smirk, "Which game?"

"Arm wrestle." She said, sighing. Most people didn't particularly like being challenged, for obvious reasons. 

I led her into the small, private room two doors over.

We set arm arms on the table, and I said, 

"Ready. Set. Go!"

I easily pushed her arm to the table. Arm wrestling wasn't hard, and, contrary to popular belief, it's not really a game of strength so much as skill. All it takes is a loose grip, and you win pretty much every time, because your opponent is likely going to be spending most of their strength gripping your hand and trying to hold their hand up, and not pushing on your hand. 

Of course, even for keeping ones own hand up, this was counter-productive. Luckily for me, Maya was like most other people in her understanding of the game. 

"Shirt, off." I said.

She silently complied, exposing a black bra holding her tits back. 

We set our arms on the table. 

"Again."

I pushed her hand over easily. I contemplated giving her a self-defense lesson when this was over, that way nobody else could take her this easily... and that way it would be fun for me in future. 

Maya and I were old rivals. In a sense, this was fun for both of us, and I knew that if I started losing, she was likely to turn the game around on me and force me to eat her out... and possibly eat one of her friends out, and take advantage of me in a number of ways.

It might have been more fun if she hadn't taken advantage of my perceived weakness, my arm strength, and gone for either full-body wrestling, or gone for what was both of our strengths; trivia. 

Still, I was winning, and I wasn't going to complain. 

"Pants off." I ordered. 

She was scowling as she did as I ordered, exposing red panties that were clinging to her ass and pussy.

"How'd you get good?" She asked, clearly both surprised and dejected.

"I'll show you once were done. That way, it won't be so easy in future... and that way, I'll be the only person who can have my way with you." I laughed, "It's more fun when you're a worthy adversary."

She laughed, "So why not show me now?"

"Because I won this round, and I plan to take full advantage of it." I smirked.

"Of course." She said, "Ok, gloating time is over. Arm back on the table."

I did so, a little confused as to why she was so eager to start. 

She fought harder this time. Harder, not smarter, but I still had some amount of trouble pushing her hand to the table. 

"Bra, off." I said. I smiled as her tits bounced as she threw her bra to the floor. 

We set our arms on the table. I pushed her arm to the table again, with less trouble than the previous time, as she was starting to tire herself our. 

"Panties, off."

I smiled as I saw that she was clean shaven; most girls who took boys were, because you could only demand oral if you'd shaved down there, at least for girls. 

"One last time. Here, I'll give you a hint: Fight me smarter, not harder." I smiled.

She didn't understand the advice, or didn't take it, because she wound up with her arm on the table once more.

"Ok, here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you, doggy style, until I cum in you. Do you understand?"

Contraception had been banned a while back, and this 'game' had been implemented, when the population started dropping right as we'd started colonizing other planets. More children had been needed, and this was the crazy scheme they'd dreamed up to raise the birthrate when everything else failed. I was hoping to raise the birth rate a little today, as well as impregnate by rival of a decade. 

If she DID get pregnant, she would be my sex-slave for the rest of the year, if the DNA testing proved it was my child, as if would be clear from the camera records (there was a camera in the stamp that said "yes", and while it often didn't record anything important, it certainly recorded when your hand got pushed to the desk.)

She winced, "I'm fertile today."

"I know." I smiled.

She bent over the table in complete submission. 

I pulled my pants and underwear down around my ankles, pulled them the rest of the way off, and then pushed my dick into her pussy. Much to my surprise, she bled a little. 

"You were a virgin?"

"Believe it or not, I was saving it so you could take it. I fought HARD so you would be the one." She laughed, "After all, you're the only person I trust to make sure that I enjoy it even if it hurts. Because I know you know that it'll make it all the more humiliating in losing to you."

I smiled, and kissed her on the cheek. It was kind of sweet, in a bizarre sort of way. She was also correct.

She smiled, too. 

"You know what, how do YOU want to do this?" I asked. I wanted her to have the time of her life. This was partly because of what she'd just said. It was also partly because I had a crush on her as well as having a long rivalry with her.

"Can I be in control?" She asked. 

"Sure." I said, pulling out of her pussy what little way I was in, and then I lay down on my back. She mounted me, facing me, and let her unbelievably tight pussy slide down my cock. She moaned a little, and began sliding up and down my cock.

I knew I wasn't going to last long, but I held off as long as I could, and was rewarded by learning that she didn't last long either. She came around my cock, holding her volume back as much as she could. Presumably, she was either really turned on, or she just had primed herself with her fingers today, knowing that I was going to be eighteen. 

I could feel my cock starting to pulse inside her. Only maybe half of my cock was in her as I let out the first powerful blast of sperm. And the second. And the third. 

After a few minutes, I smiled, and said, "You let me win, didn't you."

"Yep." She laughed.



Challenge 3: City of Love



Groaning, I look at the clock... 6am. I reach over to shut off the alarm and nudge you. All I get is an incoherent grunt. Shaking my head, I sit up and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. At least I didn't have anything to drink. Looking fondly back at you, I figure I'll let you sleep as I shower.

Smiling, I think back to yesterday when you had the idea of climbing into the shower with me. We laughingly decided that shower was not the proper term for a small box with water falling from one side, and that the British had the right idea with the term 'water closet.'. Apparently, Europeans take economy of space very seriously, even in our spacious suite.

Gack, it's 6:05, and I am still sitting on the edge of the bed. Way to early after the long night we had. High on our first full day in Paris, we paid no nevermind to jet lag and got amazing recommendations for a restaurant and a jazz club for our evening entertainment.

Despite that I am generally not a huge fan of jazz, drinking, or smoke-filled rooms, we were out well into the wee hours, carousing and speaking broken Frenglish with the natives, making new friends we planned to meet this afternoon. 

Which, of course meant that we'd have to go to the early mass at Notre Dame. Sighing, I look back at the clock. 6:07. Well, we made a deal, and the prospect of meeting Jean and Nathalie later in the day is and appealing one.

One more shake and I am up, only 8 minutes behind schedule. 

Back and freshly showered in record time, I see you are still blissfully snoozing the day away. Climbing carefully on top of you, I begin to rub my body all over you, kissing, licking, biting. I can feel that parts of you are awake, of not yet coherent. Smiling, I slide down your body, taking you into my mouth as you moan. Sucking at you greedily, I feel you throb to full hardness between my lips. 

Glancing up, I see you raise yourself on your elbows to watch me.

"Mmmm,"I moan around you before raising myself up. "You awake?" I ask.

"Oh yes," you reply.

"Good," I giggle as I hop off the bed. Walking over to my outfit laid out on the chair, I say over my shoulder, "Because it's time to get up and get dressed for our big day." I smile wickedly.

You drop back down the bed making sounds of distress. Throwing a clean towel at you, I say "Oh stop being such a baby. I promise I'll give you some after our sightseeing."

"I'm sure I can't wait that long," you moan. "You're such a tease. You're going to kill me."

"Well, we can't have that," I purr. "Perhaps if you are a very good man, you'll get some before then."

I see your eyes light up with the possibilities. I grin and push you to the shower as you rise.

As you shower, I get dressed, looking outside to a glorious day beginning. I slip on a white cotton thong under dark washed fitted jeans, a white tank to match, and a soft stylish blazer as comfortable as it is good looking. Not wanting the bother of styling my hair, I comb it carefully into pigtails low on each side of my neck, slip in a pair of silver hoop earrings before donning my black wool cap.

You are just stepping out of the shower, so I hand you your clothing for the day, an easy, casual wardrobe we picked out for this trip... Clothing that you feel comfortable in, but that also help is fit in without sticking out immediately as Americans.

I've noticed that as much as you grumble about "dressing up to walk around old building," you love the attention you've gotten from the French ladies in our short stay... The next four days may just make a believer of you.

Dressed smartly and ready to face the world, we head out. We chose Hotel Vill D'Estes because of it's position right in the middle of the Latin Quarter. We are just a hop, skip and a jump from The Louvre, Notre Dame, and our other destination for today, Les Jardins de Luxembourg.

It's still early and a bit breezy as we hit the streets, so we grab a cab to the Ile de la Cite and Notre Dame cathedral. We take the opportunity to canoodle in the back seat for the ten-minute ride. My hand on your lap feels a re-swelling of your excitement as you give me that look of need. I grin at you, and Making sure that the drivers eyes are on the road for once, I flash you a breast, hardening instantly in the cool air.

Just as I cover myself back up, the driver takes his eyes off the road yet again to watch us and make smart comments in French. I am assuming by his tone and the smattering of French I know that he is amused by the two Americans in the City of Love. 

I wish he would keep his amusement to the seriously cramped streets and his wayward driving, but we reach our destination alive, and we pay the man as he says perhaps the only English phrase he knows, "Lovers, yes?" as he winks then drives away.

Turning to you, I smile, and you laugh out loud pulling me to you tightly. "Lovers, yes," you say in a low voice before kissing me deeply. I can feel your excitement pressing into my hip, and I push myself into you as your tongue slides deftly into my mouth.

I moan softly as your hand rises to the back of my head and tangles in my hair. After a few moments, you step back and adjust yourself with a rueful smile. I can read your thoughts, it's going to be a... difficult... morning. I grin again.

We join the throng of people heading into mass. So many people for a weekday morning. I am amazed. As we enter the doors of Notre Dame holding hands in the crush of the faithful, the first thing that strikes me is the echo of hundreds of voices bouncing back. Some words are crystal clear, others are soft and muffled, almost as if being send back from hundreds of years in the past.

The grandeur of faith is breathtaking to me. The immense stained glass windows filter the light into the interior, and I imagine I can see the dust of ages swirling in the upper reaches of the hall. The velvet ropes that guide us to our seats, the traditional sconces illuminating our way. I am silent as I try to take it all in.

I am distracted as I wander forward with the herd, until your hand tugging gently at me pulls me in another direction. I look around, and realize that you are pulling me towards the rear of the rows of seating for the service. The seats are curious, like a cross between wooden folding chairs and benches. We slip into one very near the back, and move to the center of the row.

You put your arm around my shoulder, and we chatter as we wait for the service to begin, pointing out this and that to each other. 

Once the service is started, we listen for a while. I find Mass to be a wondrous ritual, although my mind wanders. First, I notice to myself that there is no one sitting near us. Everyone is much closer to the front. Then I glance over at your lap, and see that your excitement has not in the least diminished, which makes me blush and squirm a bit.

This catches your eye, and you look at me. I wink and look down, directing your eyes to my lap. As your eyes follow my directions down, you see my thighs rubbing gently together and my hand in my pocket pulls out a small plastic box of some sort. As my finger flicks across it and I move a bit more, my lips part to let out a small breath of air.

I smile as I see your eyes widen in recognition... the butterfly. I didn't tell you I was bringing it with me, and honestly I was almost busted when they searched our bags at the airport. Luckily the young man who searched mine understood it was meant to be a surprise.

Your face heats as you realize that you are watching me masturbate in a Catholic church, with people everywhere, in the middle of Mass. Sliding my thighs back and forth against each other, I slowly adjust the vibration of the butterfly up, bit by bit, until I can barely sit still. I actually look around, feeling the blood throbbing in my skull, amazed and gratified that no one seems to notice.

I know my face is flushed, I can feel the heat. My eyes are bright. Your hand steals to your own crotch, to touch and stroke yourself through your slacks. I can see your hard outline through the soft wool, and I turn up the vibrations one last time. Slipping the remote back into my pocket, I reach out for your free hand, and grasp it, holding tightly. My lower lips is caught between my teeth, and it draws your eyes for a moment before you slide them up to lock on mine.

Shaking so hard, I expect to hear the row rattling below us, I cum, clenching your hand in a vise-like grip as I shudder into orgasm. I am swept up in the enormous feelings inside me as I feel you lift me to my feet for the hymn. Neither of us sing in French, so we simply stand. Using your hand in mine for support, I manage to make it through the first song without my knees giving way.

During the second, I gather my wits about me again and straighten, reaching into my pocket to turn the butterfly off. As Mass ends, and everyone begins filing out, I lead you along, a sensuous strut swaying my hips before you. I feel you falling back a bit to take it all in and grin to myself.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the sunshine. They day has warmed, but the soft breeze keeps it from being too warm as we decide how to progress with our day. We left the hotel without stopping for breakfast to make the 8:00 am Mass, so we agree that some food is definitely in order.

We decide to walk the mile and a half back across the bridge towards the Latin Quarter and le Jardin de Luxembourg, our last stop today before some lunch and an afternoon meeting with our new French friends.

We find a lovely little sidewalk café to have a nice meal, and settle in to chat and do some serious people watching. As I am tucking into my Croque Monsieur, I see your eyes riveted by something, and turn to see what has drawn your attention. I see the backside of a well-dressed French lady in a snug skirt strolling by. A bit on the plump side with a tiny waist whittled away by the tailored clothes she is wearing, she offers a drool-worthy walking performance before she turns the corner.

I laugh, and you see that I have caught you out. You blush. I wink. I love that you love women. And I love that you are all mine, heart and soul. I blow you a kiss and get back to my meal.

We finish our stroll to le Jardin, and arrive just in time for one of the guided tours around the castle. I think perhaps our light meal has woken you. Throughout the entire tour, you brush up against me every chance you get, pushing your semi-hardness into my ass as we stand listening to one historical fact or another.

The surroundings inside the palace are luxurious, and I imagine you taking me in a multitude of ways over, on and under the many priceless antiques scattered about. 

Honestly, it is certainly one of my favorite visits to a castle, ever, yet I don't think I remember a single fact as our tour is finished and we are set free into the gardens themselves.

We wander about, enjoying the day, playing touchy-feely and grab ass as the tension mounts. You have not yet had your release, and my pressure is building again. Something about this city... Oh, who am I trying to kid, it's you. I always have to fight to keep my hands off you no matter where we are. 

I want you. I always want you. I try to stay sane as we meander, but the scent of you next to me is intoxicating.

As we reach the Fountain of Medici, You seem to have reached your limit. You pull me to you in a hard embrace, passionate and needy. 

"I need you," you growl. "I have had enough of these gardens, we can come back, I need you now."

Then you kiss me. Your lips meet mine and sear into me, hot as a brand. Your tongue forces it's way between my teeth, claiming me for your desire. You know I can't resist you when you do that. 

My head is spinning as you suckle at me, drinking me into you, pulling me tight, a hand on my ass pressing my pelvis tightly to yours as you grind into me. Your cock has sprung to full attention and I can feel it pushing into me, hard enough to leave a bruise and I don't care. I love it, your display of urgency. It sends a rush of heat flashing through me. 

I drop to my knees, tearing myself from your arms. I have no patience to wait, I crave your cock in my mouth here, now.

Glancing furtively about, I see no one near. I know that you will do your best to warn me, but as you get lost in sensation, you would not notice if a herd of elephants were to walk by.

My fingers scrabble at your pants, and I reach in to free you into my waiting hands. So stiff, so full and throbbing already for me, you moan as I touch you, as the cool air washes over you.

As I lean down to slide you into my mouth, I am suddenly struck by the thought of how many hundreds of assignations, raw and carnal like this have taken place here. How many women willing to play the insatiable slut for their men have fallen to their knees in just this same position, for no reason but to please.

A hand tightens on my hair and I look up at you. My pink pouty lips are wrapped around your cock, sliding up and down as one hand holds you still for me. My other hand is curled around your hard thigh, following the movements of your hips.

Your eyes are hooded and your grin is desperate, even cruel as you slide into my mouth. Your hunger is a force of nature. Love has stepped away for a moment, and lust has stepped into her place. He uses me as his tool, and I welcome it.

I close my eyes to concentrate, shutting out the rest of the park, the risk of being caught. I give myself to the moment, drowning in the sensation of you thrusting into me over and over. I perform my act of repentance, my atonement for hours of teasing and torture.

As I feel your cock swell to bursting, My clit is assaulted by the butterfly on it's highest setting, making me moan around your girth. Feeling your head ramming into the back of my throat and my cries stifles as you grow yet again on my tongue. My hips buck and shake as my orgasm reaches its height just as you release your seed deep into me.

I swallow again and again, choking on the last bit and coughing as a small dribble runs down my chin. As your hand releases my hair, I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Standing, I lick the back of my hand clean, watching you putting yourself carefully away.

You look at me with a grin on your face, then reach forward to slip the purloined remote back into my pocket. 

You pull me to you for a quick kiss when the sound of laughter nearly makes me jump from my skin. A small group of college-age tourists come around the fountain, chatting in German, maybe? Not sure, but my eyes catch yours and we laugh together knowing how close we were.

Sitting on the edge of the fountain, catching our breath, we plan the rest of our day. A bit more exploration of the garden, then lunch and a trip back to the hotel to freshen, then an evening out with our sexy new French friends. 

Your eyes sparkle into mine as we discuss it. The amorous possibilities abound in Paris, The City of Love.



Challenge Accepted



A lazy hum of insects drifted lazily through the afternoon sun, burning brightly down upon the tall grasses that rustled their whisper in the heated breeze. Near unbearably hot, the late August climate smoldering with its persistent humidity to bring droplets of sweat to bead upon bare flesh. A splash, giving signal to small bluegill flouncing in the waters of the pond as his hand reached across the blanket, searching but finding nothing.

He had come to this place every day through the month, hoping to see her, feel her presence as he had before, waiting for her, she who weakened him, but knowing as well it was not to be as he raised up from his reclined position on the plaid blanket below, letting the sun glisten off bare skin.

Briac couldn't help but smile at himself in a saddened way as he looked out over the long grass edging the pond, the large oak tree craning over the waters, reaching to kiss the surface. He was simply reminded of that moment when he held her, his sprite to flit within his arms, his dream and passions made to flesh.

He was a sturdy man, well fit from long hours of work within the forge, giving to the rigid physique he held, as well as the map of markings and scars along his tanned chest and thick forearms from his trade, yet a shock in starkness with the brilliant blue of his eyes. A blacksmith's son, trouble, dangerous with that darkened gleam within those eyes, a rogue, cad, scoundrel. But only she knew him within.

Devilishly blunt, yet quick witted at the same time, enjoying the hard work he was wont to do, the bending of steel by his own craftsmanship. Falling back, Briac looked to the azure blue above him, clouds burned away by the summer heat as he thought of her, of his nymph from weeks before.

A soft whisper and lush presence of mind, giving fount to a soft melodically song traveled upon the shifting breeze, the dance of water about supple and formed flesh. Her visage, trapped by the glowing rays of the sun to dance the dark raven hair along her spine, gloriously glistening from the dew of the water in which she bathed. She lifted, her head held high as her gaze turned slightly to the side, showing olive flesh, flawless, gloriously beautiful in simplicity. The silk garment held wrapped about her hips did little to hide her offerings, leaving the plane of her belly exposed, toned, smooth, as well as small pert breasts lifting with each breath, topped with a darkened shade for each nipple. The song continued, drawing forth in its beauty, tantalizing, spiritual as long lean arms lifted above her head, pouring a gourd of water down her form, letting it sluice back to the water. She was watched, happened upon by this blacksmith's son, viewed within the simple beauty of her grace and enchantment.

Slowly, verdant eyes turned towards the shore, watching him, watching him watch her, bringing those full lips to curl softly as she turned away, moving with fluid passing through the water to the shade of the dipping oak.

"What is your name?" Briac asked in his deep rumbling voice, unable to find anything eloquent to speak unto her, yet still finding himself to stumble over these simple words. "I have never seen you here before. Are you from the village?"

Silence followed as she slipped closer to the tree, only to vanish from his sight, leaving Briac to fear she was only imagined, something to tease him of the desires held in check for so long.

"No, don't go, I did not mean to stir you to fright or interrupt your bath" He pressed still with a low rumble, yet he remained upon the shore, crouched down against the tall grass that did little to hide him. "Are you there? Come out of hiding."

"Morgance" came her reply, the voice soft, much like the calming of seas after a storm.

"Morgance" Briac spoke, feeling the name upon his lips, bringing him to smile roguishly as it was repeated.

Briac moved with masculine grace, rising up from his crouch in the tall grasses, his foolish grin ever present and light hearted.

"Tell me Morgance, How you have arrived to this pond." Came low, as Briac lifted a hand to run through his tawny short cropped hair.

"I design not to tell man anything of my knowledge, for you have not been found worthy of such grace" came in reply with that soft feminine voice, soothing out over the waters.

Frowning a bit, Briac moved closer, discarding the thick leather belt that wrapped about his waist and tossing it back to the grass, only to step within the water, uncaring of his boots or the canvas pants he wore. No doubt a challenge within his mind's eye, intent to prove whatever worth she sought as he was enraptured by her being.

"Tell me nothing if it pleases you girl. But know I will taste you." He called out with a deep chuckle, finding sport to be had as he stepped around the shallows, moving towards the shadows of the bent oak, forging forward.

He found her indeed, his foolish smile still present as he viewed her settled against the tree, dropped to lower in the water as the white silk floated about her in the cool caress of the pond. Looking to her, yet making no further move, he gave to study, blue eyes dancing over her features present, the locks of dark hair fallen across her cheek, the coil of hair twisted and laid over her shoulder, eyes as clear as fresh grass looking at him without fear or contempt. Only then a movement, a flash as water swirled and a sharp pain alighted upon his brow, followed by only seconds passing before the gourd splashed to the water before him.

"You have aim girl... " Briac muttered as a hand lifted to rub his sore brow, yet that slow smile still curling upwards. "Let us see how your attacks fair in close range." He offered as well before stepping forward quickly, an arm outstretched, moments passing before the shrill sound of her capture is heard.



Challenge Accepted, Anonymous



Some weeks ago I wrote a story called "Superstitious Me? Of Course." The public comments were varied, some very positive, and some again negative. One anonymous reader wrote:

quote: 
This story was interesting but very unoriginal. The husband coming home unexpectedly and catching his wife in bed with another man has been done to death. On top of that you added the contrivance of having the husband hear his wife explaining to her lover how she tricks her husband so that she can have her affairs. This way of revealing everything to the husband has been done by too many other writers and is not believable. 

You have some writing talent, use it to write something original. Come up with your own ideas instead of reusing other writers ideas that have already been used so often they are trite. unquote.

I tried to be original, introducing superstition as a story line, the method of catching the cheating wife was not important to the story. Taking into consideration the number of stories, it is hard to come up with fresh ideas, but I accept the challenge dear anonymous reader, here is my story:

*

"Sophie, do you cheat on me," I asked my wife of 10 years.

"How can you ask such a question Henry?" She replied with a puzzled expression on her face.

We were sitting in our living room Sunday afternoon after dinner, having coffee. Sophie is a pretty woman, blond hair, blue eyes and a Venus type of body. Her usual smile is captivating, and I am very much in love with her. But now her smile was forced, and I could see she was very worried about my question. Who wouldn't be if the spouse, out of the blue, popped such a question.

"I cannot give you one single reason for asking this question, but during the last few months I have started to feel that all is not as it should be. Are there any reasons for me to be worried, Sophie?"

"No Henry, not at all. But please you need to explain why you are at unease. It's better for both if we get any uncertainties out in the open, so we can straiten them out, don't you agree?" She replied.

"OK," I said, "My job demands that I leave home every third Monday morning, not to return to our home until Friday the week after. That leaves you alone for close to two weeks, all those days and one weekend by yourself. You have a lot of time at your hands, and you therefor have the opportunity. And given the opportunity, it is easy to stray."

"Please Henry, do you speak out of your own experience? If I am alone those days and weekends so are you, I have a greater reason to be worried. I live here in our town where people know me. And if I stray, somebody would tell. You on the other hand are all by yourself, away from home, and have plenty of opportunities without being caught. I trust you, so you should trust me."

"Point taken, Sophie. There is a distinct difference however, you are an attractive, beautiful lady every man would kill for. I on the other hand, am an insignificant guy girls never look twice at. But it's not only the opportunity. It's also the change in you." I replied.

"What do you mean Henry? How have I changed?" She asked.

"After my two weeks on the road, I spend one week and two weekends with you." I said. "Earlier our sex life was fairly normal, with sex once or twice a week, with little or no variety. Now you are much more active, and crave sex more or less every day. Do not misunderstand me, I do not complain, I like it. You are inventive, you do oral, something you never did before, you even ask for anal, which you definitely did not accept to do before. So I start to ask myself, what has happened? Are somebody else teaching you the art of lovemaking? I have certainly not caused the change in you, I had given you up several years ago, and settled for the vanilla sex you seemed to be content with." After a brief moment continued; "And you have even shaved your pussy clean, I never asked you to do that."

"Dear Henry, do you want me to stop being inventive? Or is it sufficiently for you to know that girlfriends talk much more than men do, and that we exchange experiences." She replied with a smile. "I am guilty of telling my friends about what you wanted, and what I denied you. They called me a prude, and convinced me it would be fun to be inventive in lovemaking, is that such bad thing? I have found out they were correct, it is fun and I enjoy the turn our lovemaking has taken. My friends suggested I should shave my pussy for you, they told me it would be a turn on for both of us. I feel sexy with a bare pussy, its nice and I like it. Would you like me to let it grow out again?"

"No, I like it, and Yes I enjoy your inventive lovemaking. But if it had been only the opportunity and the increased sexual activity, I would not have been concerned. With all your time available, I find it strange that you do not have a lot of interests to occupy you. You don't have ambition to learn new things, taking courses or do any job - even part time. And then you seems to have extra money to spend on dresses and lingerie you never wear when we go out together. I just don't get it!" I replied.

"Henry, you are not fair. I take care of the house and the children. I am a homemaker alone for two weeks at a time, and I have my time fully occupied. As to interests you know I love dancing, and that I take dance lessons every Monday night. The dresses I have is for the dancing, and having on those I need light and flimsy underwear, so no lines show. The dance school, have an agreement with a local shop so we do not pay full price. And beside that, I am careful with our money." She said with somewhat raised voice. She started to be a bit annoyed by now.

"Maybe I am unreasonable, and not fair. The loads on you being so much alone are perhaps greater than I have understood. I do not want to insinuate that you are lazy, and that you do not pull your weight. I should think about finding another job. A job that would keep me more at home, what do you say Sophie?"

She looked at me a bit surprised, and countered: "Will you consider to quit the well paid job to stay more at home?"

"Yes" I said, "but it will be less money, and we would have to cut some expenses. Would you accept to reduce our spending to a more modest level Sophie?"

"If you insist, I will. But I must I admit I like our lifestyle. Our holidays abroad and skiing in the mountains. So if you keep your job and trust me, I can cope at home. But it is your decision Henry."

"Before we end this conversation, I have one last question for you. One of my friends have seen you on evenings at the convention hotel in evening dress. Dancing and having fun with strange men. He has seen you on several occasions, and he is sure it is you and nobody else. Why are you out late at night in evening dress dancing with strange men, Sophie?"

"I should have told you, but I have not considered it a big deal. As you know, I take dance lessons. It would be no surprise to you that there are less than one man to four women at the classes on Monday. We therefore have too little practice. At the same time the hotel have a number of conventions, and most of them has a great unbalance between the sexes. Mostly too many men. The hotel management therefore often invite us to participate after the dinner, so that there can be dancing. We therefore have a lot of free and extra dancing practice to live bands, and I enjoy it. You never take me out dancing, so don't you dare put your foot down on this Henry!"

"All right Sophie, I can only trust you, as you trust me. If you found me cheating on you, what would you do? Accept my plea for forgiveness?" I asked.

"I don't know Henry. If it was a long and lasting affair I would divorce you for sure. If it was a one night affair, I don't know, I might. It depends about the circumstances I guess. But you have no free ticket, be sure of that Henry, keep your path clean or else!" She replied with a devilish smile.

"End of discussion, this works both ways" I said, and without waiting for a response continued; "Let's go to bed."

In the bedroom I undressed quickly, went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and jumped to bed waiting for Sophie. She as usual took her time, and when she undressed she stripped like a professional stripper. She was very sensual, and teased the whole time. She really put on a show, and she was good. Maybe too good I thought for a moment.

Naked she glided towards the bed, kneeled between my legs. Her fingertips scratched lightly down my chest, my stomach and further down to the inside of my thighs, she cupped my balls with one hand, while letting her nails on the other hand scratching my cock in the most erotic manner. My cock was harder than ever before, and she licked her lips and lowered her head so she could take the tip of my cock between her lips. Her tongue licked the cock head, and suddenly she opened her mouth and took the whole cock down to the root in one swift movement. I could see she struggled to overcome the gagging reflex, so she lifted up a bit and sucked and licked my cock as it was a lollipop. She had never acted like this before. Just before I was about to erupt in a climax she pressed with her fingers at the cock base to stop me from coming, lifted herself up and guided my cock towards her pussy and lowered herself slowly all the way down. Her vaginal muscles gripped around my cock like a hand, and she slowly and sensuously milked me to a shattering climax. She lowered herself down on top of me, kissed me deeply and said in a low whispering voice; "I love you so much, Henry. This was good for me as well, and I am already looking forward to Friday next week."

Entangled in each other we drifted off to a blissful sleep.

Next day on the road to new sales meetings, I was thinking about last evening and my conversation with Sophie. Her answers seemed to be plausible and logic. But her lovemaking later at night gave me a nagging feeling she had an agenda she kept hidden from me. I decided I would use the next two weeks on the road to call a few friends and collect a few favours. And that is exactly what I did.

The Dance Academy could tell me that they had no agreement with any boutique for reduced prices on dresses, and they had no agreement with the hotel for the ladies to dance at their conventions. The hotel confirmed this, and also made it clear that a few ladies from town mingled with their conference guests, and they did not like it. They even hinted that they solicited their guests, and went to their rooms and stayed the night.

I could not know for sure that Sophie was one of these ladies, but I had to find out and get proof. She had lied to me, that was now a certainty. I decided I would ask a couple of my friends Sophie did not know, to follow her when she went to the conference functions. They would find proof of either her being innocent of infidelity, or guilty. They would most likely do so if I just paid for their expenses. With these thoughts I went to bed, it was the last night on this tour.

The wake up call at 7.30 interrupted my sweet dreams, and as usual with me, getting out of bed is hard. But after a few minutes, I started my morning ritual, first turning on the TV, then to the bathroom for a shave and a shower. While in the bathroom I heard there were news on, but when it dawned upon me that the reporter was out of the ordinary agitated, mentioning fire, the name of our local big hotel, I had to stop shaving and move back to my room to see what in hell was going on.

Back in my room I saw the reporter on the screen, holding his microphone up to a uniformed fireman, in the background our hotel with smoke pouring out from doors, windows and all conceivable openings, asking: "Inspector, what can you tell our viewers about the situation just now?"

"It seems that our men has managed to isolate the fire to the ground floor," he replied, and continued; "But we have serious problems with the smoke. All emergency exits and corridors on all floors are filled with smoke. We have managed to evacuate all staff working on the ground and first floor, and some hotel guests who had rooms on the lower floors. But we have many guests trapped in rooms higher up in the building."

"Have you any information on how many where in the hotel, and how many has been evacuated?" The reporter asked.

"Not exactly, but we have a good idea." The inspector replied. "The receptionist was smart enough to bring the guest log with him when he evacuated, and he has also a list of people who was supposed to be working. I have people working on these lists, checking these against people we bring out. According to our latest tally, we have got all 18 employees out and 57 guests of total 116 guests registered. But according to the receptionist, there are from time to time people in the rooms who has not checked in, so we do not have the exact number."

The reporter spoke into the mike again; "How do you plan to bring out the remainder of the quests?"

"We are through loudspeakers instructing the guests to soak towels in water and lay them against the gap under the doors, to prevent smoke getting into their rooms, and we hope to clear the corridors of smoke soon. But in the mean time, we are evacuating by using the telescopic ladders on the fire engines as far up as we can reach. But we cannot reach higher than the 6th floor." He replied, and he turned towards the hotel and pointed and said "like this", and the camera man moved the camera to take inn a fireman on top of the ladder receiving a woman that was handed out a window on the 6th floor. The fireman took the woman and started to climb down, holding her in a fireman's grip, followed by her man climbing down by himself.

The camera followed the fireman while he climbed down the ladder and zoomed little by little in on them. When they reached the ground he sat the woman down, she straitened herself, and looked directly in the direction of the camera, as the camera zoomed in and her face filled the screen.

I didn't believe what I saw, my heart skipped a couple beat as I suddenly realised that I saw the beautiful face of Sophie - my wife. I closed my eyes, not wanting to believe what I saw, and opened them again, but she was still there. The camera returned to the reporter, but I sat there as in trance and cannot remember what was said. I had a still picture of my wife fixed in my head, my lovely Sophie just carried out from a strangers hotel room, in an evening dress at 8 o'clock in the morning. It slowly downed on me that I had the proof I did not want, with millions of witnesses, and sadly had to admit that my marriage was over.



Challenge Accepted Pt. 01



1.

It was the beginning of her senior year. Orientation day in fact. She was eighteen and so ready to be done with school. This year was a wash anyway. She only needed like four credits to graduate. But they were making her take a full schedule of classes. How fair was that? College seemed so far away. She longed for the days when she could get out of this small, conservative town. 

She walked past the booths advertising the many clubs the school had to offer with zero interest in any. She was already the head cheerleader and one of the hottest girls in the school. The rest of the clubs were for people looking to belong. She didn't want to belong. 

Being a cheerleader served two purposes. She was rather good at tumbling and was looking into scholarships; she so badly wanted a ticket out of this place. And, it was more than fun to wear the skimpy outfit and watch boys drool. In her cheerleading uniform, she could get whatever she wanted. That power really got her off.

As she passed the booster booth, her most recent conquest caught her eye. He had been fun. He was on the football team and his abs were nice to look at. Plus, he had been dating this really awful goody girl she couldn't stand and that was a bonus. Yeah, she decided that she could really go for another round with him. 

She tugged her yellow tank top lower to frame and display her perfect teenaged tits; her best feature in her mind. Then she smoothed her dark brown locks and sauntered over. 

. . . . . . . . . 

He saw her walking his way and his cock twitched. He fought the urge to readjust and stroke it real quick. She was already the star in all of his spanking sessions. The girl oozed sexuality. 

"What? I'm so sorry. Could you repeat the question please?" 

Damn! He'd gotten carried away in yet another daydream of him losing himself in her chest and sucking in and nibbling her delicious nipples. Down boy! He reminded his struggling staff. He shifted so that he could no longer see her. She was going to get him in trouble one of these days.

. . . . . . . . .

"Hey there sexy," she said, touching his arm to turn him around.

"Oh, hey, um..." he was flustered, but she could see the lust in his eyes. "Remember my parents?" he asked pointedly, gesturing to the conservatively dressed lady and man talking with the football coach. His mom's jealous glare didn't faze her. And his dad's shameless desire-filled breath and stare she was used to. But the coach didn't react. He didn't glance at her chest or check out her shapely legs. What the hell?

"Have you gotten your schedule yet?" She strategically moved around him to put herself in the middle of the group, showing her apple-bottomed ass to the coach. Maybe that would produce the reaction she was looking for. "How about your locker?" she asked her hand on his jersey, pulling herself closer to him. "We should try to get our lockers close together again," she purred, her eyes twinkling with the true meaning of "lockers." He got it.

"Not yet." He managed. "We can head over there in a minute or two."

She noticed the coach took a quick glance at her body, but not the normal reaction she craved. That gave her an idea.

"Take your time. I still have to fix my schedule."

"My mom doesn't want me to see you anymore," he whispered in between kisses and licks on her neck. His hands reached around and grabbed her ass. He squeezed, working his way toward the center. 

"Does that bother you?" she asked, tugging open the button of his jeans. Successful, she reached in and pulled out her prize. He was already hard and ready to go. His defiance of his mom was working her up; he chose her.

"Not really," he answered. "It's not like you're looking for a boyfriend anyway." She had been very blunt about that fact. 

He guessed he wasn't moving fast enough for her because she shifted off his lap to tug her shorts down. It gave him a second to move over to the middle of the backseat and pull out a condom. 

She helped him quickly pull the condom over his pulsating member and within seconds she was mounting him. She aimed his dick at her already lubricated opening, her small thong pulled to the side. She relished the fact that they could be seen if anyone walked past the school parking lot. 

He groaned as he inched into her pussy. She felt so nice and wet for him. He lifted her shirt over her breasts leaving it on and pulled her red bra under her tits so that he could get his hungry mouth on them. 

She worked her pussy lips down his thick pole, rolling her hips back and forth, up and down like an ocean wave. She picked up the pace, riding him faster and faster the further his cock sank into her. Up, down, back and forth. He was so thick, his meat completely filled her up. He was all the way in now and she was riding him as fast as she could, his cock buried deep into her sex hole. 

His hands mauled at her chest. He wrapped his hands around each one and pulled the two mounds together so that his mouth could suckle at both. Her nipples were erect and sensitive. His tongue flickered at them and they seemed to reach for more.

"That's right," she whispered roughly. "Lick my titties. Just like that, mmmmm."

He loved that she talked dirty and didn't just moan quietly and lie there like some girls. He couldn't get enough of her. He dropped his legs to the sides of the car. He got his feet under him, his shoes hampering his efforts minimally. Reluctantly, he dropped his hands from her boobs and grabbed her hips. He began thrusting into her, his only thought to get as deep into her as possible.

"Fuck yeah," she moaned. "Don't stop! Fuck me harder!"

He sunk lower into the car seat, and pulled her down with him. Her hands clenched the top of the seat and she leaned over him, her tits jiggling just above his face. Her eyes were closed, as she rolled with each pleasure filled thrust. Fast but deep he rammed his rod into her, watching her breasts keep their rhythm. His palms gripped her hips as he plunged his final stabs into her, his hips raised and off the seat. 

"Unnnnhhh!" he groaned. He knew she wasn't quite there, but he couldn't stop. He emptied his balls into the condom, jerking his ass with the waves of his orgasm, not wanting to slip even a little out of her warm, inviting box. His eyes reopened slowly, and caught sight of her breasts, poking out and pushed up by the bra. "Fuck!" he moaned as one last wave jerked through him. His mouth found her left nipple and pulled it down with the slightest bit of a bite and then he suckled.

"Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed, triumphant. "Keep going, I'm going to cum." 

He needed no further encouragement. His mouth continued its rough assault on her nipple. Working hard on not losing any ground inside her cunt, he maneuvered his weight to the left and brought his right hand to her pussy. Not sure if he had the right spot, he began to rub the top with his thumb. Yes, he was sure he felt it. He rubbed faster as she ground into him and made those wonderful female sex noises. 

"Don't stop, don't stop! Oooohhh yesss!" she cried as she began shaking on top of him.

When he was sure she was done, he let his butt drop to the seat. Crap! His neck hurt. He was scrunched in a weird position. 

She rolled her hips a couple times, wanting another orgasm. But he was limp and already falling out, even though they had barely shifted. 

She sat up and saw the school librarian walk swiftly past. Had she seen them? Did she watch? Oh, she hoped so. 

Then, just as she was getting ready to dismount him, the librarian glanced back at them with a dirty look. Very aware that her shirt was still raised and showing her boobs, she licked her lips and blew a kiss to the librarian. She was probably just jealous that her and her husband only ever did it in bed at night with the lights off.

2.

He knew she wasn't attending all her classes. How much he wanted to call her into his office, if only to get a look at her. 

He also knew she was having sex during school hours. His scary hope was that he would catch her. He'd never known he was voyeuristic, but his desire to see her fuck someone in front of him was all he thought about. He prayed for the day he could watch her cum. 

A beep on the intercom woke him from his daydream. His obsession with her was beginning to interfere with work. And at home. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . 

The football coach hadn't reacted properly to any of her seductive advances. Granted, she wasn't trying too hard. It was all just to prove that he (or any male) wasn't oblivious to her sexiness. 

She had switched her schedule to have two of his classes. She changed her study hall to a body management class and had dropped her accounting class to take a track and field class. Her parents were thrilled to see the study hall gone, but wondered about the body management class.

"You're in perfect shape," her mom had argued. 

She didn't argue, but didn't change her schedule either. How could she explain that she wanted the attention from a grown up? That she needed to know that she could make him want her? It was sick really. Even to her. He was pushing forty at least and all because he didn't get a woody when she walked past like every other male in the world, she now had a mission...

But, when he hadn't responded, she began cutting his classes. It was just a stupid prank anyway. She didn't need the credits.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

They won their first football game. It was a home game and the whole town showed up in support. It was normal. Every business had a school spirit poster, or banner in their window. This was only his third season in this town and already they were the team to beat. 

"I'm just going to grab the game video and I'll be up in a few minutes," he assured his new wife as he clicked shut his cell phone. His first wife had never attended his games. Not when he played or when he coached, he remembered. 

He shut off the light in his office and headed out to the locker room. The team had changed and showered and the locker room smelled of dirty socks, soap and after shave now. Usually, it only smelled of dirty socks and sweat. There were towels everywhere and helmets and pads strewn about. They were going to have to run some extra drills for this mess, he thought to himself. 

He found the light switch and turned the locker room lights out as well. Up the stairs of the locker room and into the empty gymnasium he headed. The tech student usually met him in the classroom at the back of the gym. Then he heard it. Some muffled voices were barely audible, coming from the weight room. 

Quietly, he crept across the hardwood floor. The door was ajar, but barely. It was dark in the room and he couldn't see much. But the noises were a dead giveaway. Someone was having sex in the empty room.

His eyes adjusted. It was his star player and the cheerleader he was screwing. The football player was naked and laying on his back on a weight-lifting bench. She was straddling him in reverse cowgirl, leaning forward and using her arms as leverage on the bench. His hands were at her cheer skirt, rocking her hips back and forth. Her cheer top was on the floor at her feet and her breasts were flopping back and forth in time to his rocking.

The coach watched for only a few seconds, barely resisting the urge to linger and watch longer, before his hands flew to the light switch. 

"Get up son before I tell your mom you directly disobeyed her," he bellowed causing the football player to sit up abruptly. The cheerleader however didn't stop rocking, he noticed.

"And you," he said to her, looking her directly in the eye. "Cover yourself up and get out of here." He threw a towel at her but she ducked out of the way, allowing it to sail past her head and on to the floor. 

She held his gaze just as shrewdly as he held hers, proving she was completely up for the challenge. Never taking her eyes from the coach, she slowly lifted herself off the football player's still pulsing jimmy. As she straightened, she let her gaze fall to the coach's groin and deliberately gave the football player's prick a couple strokes. Then, she quickly took the head only into her mouth and sucked gently. 

"See you later," she mewed to the football player. She grabbed her top and matching cheer coat, leaving her breasts exposed and her bra on the floor and walked out the door, taking care to brush the coach's dick as she floated past.

The football player was in shock and still fully erect. 

Seconds ticked by as the coach shook out his thoughts. "Well, don't just sit there boy. Let's go!"

He plunged into his wife, one last time. His groin slapped loudly against her ass and his cock twitched inside as he came forcefully. His hand was tangled in his wife's hair as he pulled it even harder through his orgasm. His right hand smashed her breast underneath it and then he turned his fingernails into it. She had already climaxed twice, but he wouldn't stop. His urgency had turned her on at first; the violence in his touch gave her the chills in a very intense way. But right to the end, he ravaged her and pounded her pussy from behind with a brutality she'd never witnessed before tonight. 

"Your team needs to win all the time," she joked.

He didn't answer. He simply pulled out of her and stuffed his still hard prick back in his pants and walked away. "I'm going to shower."

She nodded nervously, wondering if she'd done something wrong.

He looked back at her from the doorway. He had gotten her shirt off her, but her skin colored bra sat above her breasts. Her boobs were quite large and hung heavily, used and abused with red marks still dotting where he had slapped them. She was running her fingers through her now tangled hair. He wondered how she was able to get her jeans on so quickly, and then remembered she had barely lowered them before he was ramming his cock down her pussy. He had thought he was going to explode. He did. But he wasn't quite satisfied. Still, she was his wife and had just taken a violent pounding and some humiliation as he had spanked and slapped at her calling her his slut.

"Care to join me," he asked after a second.

She smiled. "I'd like that."

3.

She knew he would find them. She guessed she wasn't really okay with his ability to ignore her. He was a challenge she would conquer. He would notice her. 

But he hadn't even watched for a full minute before stopping them. His gaze didn't linger on her exposed chest. And she didn't feel a hard erection when she brushed by on her way out. But she thought she saw a look in his eye. Maybe she was finally getting to him? She had to find out. 

He hadn't turned her in for the sex episode in the weight room. But he had called her parents a week later about her skipping class. She was going to confront him today. 

There was no game today so she wore regular clothes. She had put on a mini skirt this morning, despite the cold weather, and wore her favorite pale pink bra and underwear set. She attended class as if nothing had happened and as if nothing were going to happen. But she was ready; she was going to make him pay for getting her into trouble. And she was going to get him to succumb to her. 

She knew his planning period was the last period of the day. Her friend was an office aide and took care of her attendance for this period. She waited for him to head into his office and she followed him in.

He started when he heard the door shut and click after him. He turned around to see her, glaring at him. 

"My parents got your phone call," she said to him.

He didn't answer; he just walked around to his chair and sat down behind his desk. He still wasn't sure why he had made the call. Maybe he needed to see her in class. He hadn't had sex since that night with his wife despite her numerous requests and he hadn't seen Her in class since before then. What was going on with him?

"Why didn't you tell them about that night? Did you like what you saw? Maybe you want to see some more?" She walked slowly, deliberately into the room.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class," he muttered, unable to avert his gaze. She had begun lifting her sweater, exposing her slender, tight belly. His mouth watered, but he tried not to show it. He wanted to see her tits again.

She wasn't even making him uncomfortable, she thought angrily. He didn't even blush or look away. She lifted her sweater off her head, shook out her dark tendrils and continued toward his desk in her bra and mini skirt. Deviously, she ran her hands and fingers over and around her breasts, playing with them for his sake. Her hands ran up and down her abdomen. She would grab and massage a bra clad boob, then she would let her hand fall to her skirt, rubbing her thighs and her center through the skirt. 

"I'm a senior," she answered. "I decide which classes I attend." Was this seduction even working?

"That's right. You're a senior. Whether you walk across that stage after not attending any classes is up to you. But the grade I dole out to people who don't participate in my class is up to me."

She scoffed. "You and I both know you don't care about class. So why don't we make a deal?" She was at his desk now and stopped just in front of it. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She'd done a lot and not cared who watched and who didn't. But this guy had never been affected. She would conquer him. She would give him a hard on. She was going to have to undress.

One by one she lowered the straps of her bra. "I continue to attend class when and if I want," she said as she unclasped the front of her bra. "And you give me the A I deserve for letting you see these." She hesitated for a second, hoping to draw out the moment. Next she unsheathed both breasts and let the bra fall to the floor. She felt liberated as she felt the cool air hit her nipples. He didn't react so she pushed a little more. "Don't you like them," she pouted, lifting the left one up toward her mouth. Her small tongue popped out of her mouth and grazed the nipple. "Would you like to play with them too?" She let go of her tit and her hands went to her inner thighs. "Mmmm. I'm getting so hot hoping you'll join me," she hummed.

He couldn't believe it! He had expected her to throw a fit or hit on him some more and then try to blame him for harassment. Maybe she still was. He gripped his chair and tried not to let her see a reaction. 

Damn him! she cursed. Still, she pressed on. She made her way around the desk and sat on its edge. She was right in front of him, he was still lounging lazily in his chair. "I'm really quite sweet," she coerced. "You just have to be nice to me." How far was she going to go with this, she wondered? As she lifted her leg and brought her left foot to the desk, she guessed she was willing to go quite far. Her skirt was obstructing his view, so she pulled it back. Her legs were splayed, with one foot hanging off the desk and the other bent at the knee on top the desk, he had a direct shot to her pink thong, visibly wet and resting in between her outer pussy lips. 

His sharp intake of breath was the only giveaway. But she caught it. Almost there, she thought.

"Now where were we," she questioned knowingly, catching his gaze with her finger. His eyes followed her finger as she knew he would, and she led his gaze back down to her pink folds. She ran her finger up and down her glistening slit while she spoke. "You don't call my parents or mark me absent from class." Her finger was still sliding over her wet opening, fondling her swollen lips while he stared, captivated by her masturbation. She continued, "I get an A in both classes, and you get to see all this..." but her voice caught. She was on the verge of orgasm. She was sopping wet and she continued to stroke herself. She wanted to... she had to... -- she slid her finger into her hole. Oh yum! she thought as she quivered through the first small orgasm. 




Challenge Accepted Pt. 01



As soon as she came down from the small quake, her eyes flew open. She pulled her finger out, unsure if she lost him or still had him. She caught his ravenous gaze, ogling her every move. Oh, why not, she thought. She put the cum covered finger in her mouth and sucked her juices off. His eyes never left her finger as she pulled it in and out of her mouth like a lollipop. "mmmmm" she moaned at him, smiling craftily.

She lowered her hand once more and fingered her cunt a couple more times. Holy shit! She was masturbating in front of a grown up! And she was getting off on it. He wanted her bad; she had him, but she didn't stop like she had originally planned. This time, she pulled her finger out and slowly, deliberately directed it toward his mouth, but stopped inches from it. She wanted him to make that step; to succumb to her.

If she was trying to get him in trouble, she was willing to go to extremes he thought, holding his breath, afraid to breath. After she fingered herself he was done. His cock strained against his pants and his will shattered when she held her pussy juice up to his nose. She smelled delectable. She was asking for it and he was going to give it to her. He reached up and took her hand into his own. He guided her finger the last couple inches into his mouth as he licked and sucked her sweet nectar from her finger. A moan escaped as he tasted her for the first time.

"I told you I was sweet," she whispered.

She pulled her finger from his hungry lips but kept a hold of his hand. He stood up and she worried he was going to stop her. Quickly, she pushed three of his fingers down and kept the first two up and erect. He inhaled sharply as she penetrated her pussy with his fingers. She was sopping wet.

She had no idea what she was doing. Her body was on auto pilot. She creamed all over his fingers as he took over and began to fuck her slowly with them. He reached up inside her on the in thrusts and titillated her lips on the out strokes.

His mouth sought hers and his tongue forced his way into her mouth. She grabbed his pants in an effort to pull him closer and fumbled with the button. She was rolling with the finger fucking he was giving her. His mouth worked its way down her neck and found her scrumptious tits. He feasted on them for a second, his fingers wiggling inside her, but no longer moving in and out.

God she wanted him to fuck her! She was past caring how old he was or that he was a teacher at her school. She guessed that was part of the turn on. She needed his dick. Finally, she managed to unbutton his fly, but he pulled away. His fingers abandoned her pussy and his mouth left her chest. No! She thought.

He looked at her for a second, deciding that they were both too far gone to stop. She had tasted unbelievable and her scent was driving him mad. He looked at her, with her amazing teen body, her pouty face, and her heaving tits and plummeted over the edge of sanity. He grasped her ass and pulled up, forcing her to lay down. His hands opened her thighs and he inhaled her sweet aroma. 

Why had he stopped? She couldn't think straight, but she knew she didn't want him to stop. He looked at her funny for a moment, then he flopped her onto his desk. He threw her thighs open and oh god! He was going to eat her out. She'd never done that before. Guys her age didn't care about more than themselves usually. Would she even like it? And then, his tongue lapped at her pussy and she bucked. Fuck yeah she was going to like it!

His fingers opened her folds and he licked her slit. Man she tasted so sweet. He nibbled on her hairless lips making her squirm. Not waiting long, he dropped his mouth lower and lapped at her fuck hole. This evoked a cry of pleasure and another hip buck from her. Her hands slapped down on the desk and she clutched the edge in a death grip. She raised her hips, trying to give him easier access. He continued tongue fucking her and then added his fingers so that his mouth was free to find her little clit. He coaxed it from its safe haven and licked and suckled it. How he enjoyed watching her writhe on the desk, and the sounds that escaped were pure pleasure for him. His penis ached for her, but he was enjoying his pre-fuck snack. She seemed to like the finger fucking the best while he slurped and nibbled her clitty, so he kept up with that one. She was squirming and bucking and he knew he had her. He turned his palm up and using three fingers he drove in and out of her box as he drank her cum juice. His thumb massaged her clit and his free hand had found its way to her tits again.

She was beyond words as she came with a garbled mass of groans and exclamations, her body thrashed around his tongue. "Ohhh, fuuuummmm. Aaaaaaagh oongh fucken huuuunnnnmmph!"

In a fierce sweep, he stood up and dropped his pants and boxers. He pulled her thong away from the middle, lined up his prick with her hole and drove it home. His hands grabbed her tits and used them as handles as he rammed his shaft into her as hard as he could. Each hard stroke could be heard as skin met skin. The desk creaked and groaned beneath them. She was still shuddering from her oral orgasm as he drove her to her next one, unrelenting. He could feel her pussy contracting around his dick. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head. He pinched her nipples and squashed her mounds, and groaned loudly as he pummeled his rod into her again and again. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Take it, take it all," he growled. He looked down and watched his cock fuck her. All nine inches disappeared into her glorious vagina over and over. Her pussy was bald and gorgeous, glistening with moisture. Her lips clung to his staff as if they didn't want to let go even for the second it took to pull out and push back in again. It was a beautiful sight to behold. But it was her pale pink thong that drove him over; it was so young and innocent looking. He, a 42 year old, slightly graying high school football coach, was fucking an eighteen year old cheerleader and making her quake with orgasms. He was on top of the world and it felt fucking amazing!

"I'm gonna cum!" he barked. "Shiiiitt!!" His cock unloaded in her pussy, squirting stream after stream of cum and still he pounded her. 

She felt his prick twitch inside her and she climaxed yet again as his cum hit her pussy walls. But he didn't stop. His groin still bucked into her as he pulled hard on her breasts as leverage. His ass clenched as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper, riding out his climax. He sounded like a kid making noise going over a bunch of bumps with his "aaaaaaarrrrrrrggghhhh". She could hear his balls slap against her ass not slowing at all through the prolonged orgasm. The desk actually slid on the floor with the last few thrusts. "Ohhh! Oooohh! Ooooh!" she cried with each in stroke. Finally, almost a full minute after his orgasm started, he collapsed on top of her.

They both lay there breathing hard, basking in the aftermath. His hands still clasped her tits, his wood finally shrinking but not quite fallen out. He didn't want to let go. 

He saw her look at him and he moved on instinct alone. He began kissing her passionately, and his fingers started rubbing her nipples. He rolled them between his thumb and his forefinger. Before she had time to think about it, she was kissing him back. Her legs wrapped around his waist on their own accord and she pulled her pelvis up to his. 

Though he was deflated, he began pumping once more as she rode out her final orgasm by grinding into him, trying to meld her body into his. She rubbed her pussy against his groin, letting the friction stimulate her engorged clit. As she came,she vibrated gently under him, moaning like a little girl with soft whimpers.

When she finally grew still, he stood up, pulling her up with him. They kissed a little more than pulled apart reluctantly. Both smiled, knowing it wouldn't be the last time.