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Really Me

By: burlingtonsue



First of all I want to thank everyone for all the comments on Literotica and my e-mails I truly appreciate your opinions. Many of you have suggested that I spend more time describing my physical attributes, with that in mind I decided write this story as a true biography of my resent experiences and discoveries. The other stories were very exciting and a lot of fun to write I hope this one comes across that way too.

Let's start with my description of myself, I am no longer a teenager but still feel like one, I have a little longer than shoulder length dark brown hair and brown eyes. My measurements are about 36-34-35 and I weigh about one hundred and twenty five pounds. My breasts are a little large but very firm. I have been happily married to my husband Jim for over ten years. Now with all that out of the way let's get to the story.

Ever since I started writing these stories I have felt some changes in my way of thinking it seems like my exhibitionist tendencies are awakening a little more each day. Most days if I am not going out anywhere, it is common for me to spend most of the day in only my underwear or frequently nothing at all but unlike my stories I have not found the nerve to venture out in the yard, probably because my back yard is not as secluded as the one in my stories. I have been quite busy on my sewing machine raising the hems of most of my skirts and dresses, I love going out with a short skirt on one of my favorite things to wear is one of my short, loose fitting sun dresses. I really enjoy it when men stop to watch me walk by. 

Last week Jim had some of his friends over to watch the baseball game. I am not interested in baseball so I was reading a book while relaxing in the reclining chair. Whenever I looked up from my book I noticed Dave was always looking over in my direction, at first I never caught on but soon realized that while getting comfortable my skirt had slid up a little offering Dave a good view of my panties. My first impulse was to pull down my skirt but instead naughty Sue took over and I just pretended to not notice. I continued to reading my book but really was watching Dave staring at my crotch. Sometimes he would see me glancing up and look away other times he wouldn't even notice that I was watching him while he stared at my crotch. Every now and then I would shift my position to give him a better view I was getting so hot watching him watch me. 

Jim asked if I would mind getting another round of beers for them, it was my pleasure because this gave me the opportunity to flash Dave a little better. I placed my book on the table and shifted forward in my chair to stand up, as I did this my skirt shifted even higher and I parted my legs slightly allowing him to view much more than my husband's friend should ever see. I could feel Dave's eyes undressing me as I walked into the kitchen, I can't tell you how much I would have loved to strip out of my clothes at that moment and let them all see me naked.

I served the men their drinks and gave Dave a naughty smile as I handed him his, I'm really not sure if he knew exactly what was going on or not. As I sat back down I made sure that my skirt was high enough to show him much more than he should be seeing. Throughout the evening I found many excuses to get up each time making sure that Dave got a real eye full. One instance was to go to the washroom I gave my ass a little extra wiggle as I walked down the hallway. I was amazed at how wet my panties were from exposing myself to Dave all evening.

After the game was over the men started to leave, Dave was the last to depart. Jim and I quickly went to bed and had great sex. Afterwards he asked what had gotten me so turned on, all I could do was snicker. Jim kept pressing me as to what had got me so horny. Finally I admitted to him about how I had been flashing Dave all night. I was quite relieved to discover that he was able to see the humor in it and was not angry. We discussed the events of the evening and had sex again. Afterwards Jim suggested that I should have removed my panties. I replied that I didn't think so and he asked if I was a chicken. I have never been one to back down from a dare so I told him to arrange another ball game get together.

The following week the guys were all back for another game this time there were a few more eight in total counting Jim. Before they arrived I had a shower, shaved my legs and more and had a few stiff drinks. When I entered the room the guys all took a look, I was wearing a short, flowered summer dress, it was short enough to show a lot of thigh and what they didn't know was that it was the only piece of clothing that I was wearing. I greeted our guests and got them all a drink then sort of puttered around in the kitchen trying to build up my nerve. I noticed that Dave hurried to get the same chair as last week.

After a few sips of my drink I was ready to have some fun. I walked into the living room and bent over slightly from the waist as I placed my glass on the table, enough to show all of them lots of upper thigh but that was all for now. I positioned myself in my chair in a direction which offered Dave a clear view of my pussy my dress was so short that it didn't offer any coverage at all.

Dave's eyes almost popped out as he saw my freshly shaven cunt looking back at him from across the room. I made a point to get up frequently showing my bare pussy to my husband's friend. I think that the other guys could tell that something was going on but were not in position to get a full show. Occasionally when I got up I would find an excuse to bend over and give them a little flash of some ass cheeks. During one trip to the kitchen Jim followed me and asked if I was having fun but he already knew the answer. He said that it was too bad that the other guys were missing out but was sure that Dave was having a good time.

I guess it was his tone of voice but I took it as another dare. I walked around for a few minutes building up my courage then walked into the kitchen out of sight of the men. My dress had a zipper down the back and a button on the top which I silently undid. With a tray of beers I entered the room as I placed the tray on the table the guys were sitting around. I glanced toward Jim and he gave me an approving smile and no of the head so I gave my shoulders a little shrug allowing the dress to fall down to my arms exposing my breasts to all of the men as I stepped back the dress fell to the floor revealing my totally naked body to my husband and his friends.

The men all sat there with their mouths hanging open taking in the view of my nakedness. Jim was quick to mention that they were welcome to look but no touching. I had never been naked in front of so many men at the same time, I think it might have been easier if they were strangers but these were all old friends a couple who had even hit on me when they had too much to drink and here I was standing in front of them as bare as they had wanted to get me.

Needless to say no one was watching the ball game anymore I spent a few minutes wandering around the table giving each of the guys a close up all of my naked charms. The men were excellent they all resisted the urge to touch me instead just feasted on my nakedness.

I returned to the couch and laid down posing for my audience some of the guys started taking pictures with their cellphones I made them promise that they wouldn't end up on the internet. I was so horny that I would have gladly let them take turns with me but fortunately Jim had control over that. I felt like I could feel their breath on my naked flesh as they moved in for close up pictures and wished that it could have been their hands on me. 

Obviously no one was in a hurry to leave this night but Jim managed to get the last one out by a little after two. With everyone gone we headed to bed and fucked until sun rise. 

In the morning I was very nervous that maybe I had gone too far but Jim was thrilled with the events of the previous night and asked what is next. So far we haven't done it again, yet, but on my own my trips to the mall or grocery store have become much more interesting lately but I'll tell you about that later.

I hope you enjoy this entry, please remember that I was limited because of the fact that it is true.

Luv, Sue.

Really Me Again



I would like to thank everyone for their feedback on my last story "Really Me" your encouragement was awesome. I think I made a slight typo in my previous story when I was attempting to describe myself, I stated that my measurements were 36-34-35, it should have read 36-24-35. This series of stories is more of an autobiography than a group of stories I am attempting to explain my transition from an everyday housewife to a daring exhibitionist. In my first work I recanted the evening when I surprised my husband's poker friends by prancing around them totally naked for most of the evening, it was great. 

One day recently I was having lunch with my sister Sarah, she is two years older than me and married to Brian. Sarah is quite similar in appearance to me except that she has shorter light brown hair and mine is longer and dark brown. As our conversation progressed I told her about the poker night, I thought she was going to fall off of her chair when she heard that I was naked in front of my husband's friends and she showed increased interest when I relayed how great the sex was that night with my husband. Throughout the rest of our meal she kept coming back to the poker night I could tell that she was trying to ask me something. When our lunch was over and we were in the parking lot she asked if I would consider undressing for her and her husband. I must admit that these days it's pretty easy to talk me out of my clothes. My husband was going to be away on a fishing trip this weekend and I suggested that they come over for dinner on Saturday. She agreed and we headed home.

As Saturday approached I could feel the excitement building within me. I had mentioned my plans to my husband and he said that he wished he could be here but not bad enough to give up his fishing trip but he told me to have fun and give Brian a good show. 

I was trying to decide whether to just be casual or should I dress up for them, I was considering the naughty school girl look, I know Brian would like that, he has always had what I refer to as "a little sister fetish", you know picturing me as the younger forbidden version of his wife.

Saturday morning I decided to go to the mall to see if there was an outfit that would drive Brian crazy. After showering and shaving all the necessary areas I went to the bedroom to see what to wear to the mall, in the back of the closet I found a light summer dress, i had forgotten all about this one. Since it was a warm summer day I decided that it would be perfect and slipped it over my head. It was loose fitting and slid down over my body with no effort at all. As it began to cover me I couldn't help but to admire the trimming job that I had done on my pubic hair, poker night I had been shaved clean but since the I grew a well trimmed "V" shaped design. I checked it out in the mirror and decided that it would be perfect if the hem was a little higher. After stitching up the hem I returned to the mirror, this was much better, maybe a little shorter than I had planned but it looked good. Standing straight it showed a little more than half of my thighs and bending over it showed much more. 

It was a beautiful summer day with a light warm breeze which I could feel blowing up my dress, I'm sure that the fact that I was not wearing and underwear helped. As I sat in my car I gave the dress a final inspection, the neckline was a little low and very loose so any forward leaning would easily expose my bare breasts and the hem was just covering my well trimmed pussy as I sat there. With very little movement it would slide up enough to expose me to any onlookers. I was ready for the mall.

I pulled into the first available parking spot, just as I was about to open my door I realized that there were two young guys sitting in the car beside me, glancing down I saw that there was no way for me to get out of my little Focus without showing m y bare pussy to at least the guy in the passenger's seat. With a deep breath I reached for the door handle, opened the door, swung out my legs and slid off the seat. My dress was high enough to give both men a clear view of my nudity. I casually stood up lowered my dress and closed the door, giving my new fans a little smile as I walked past them. Could sense their eyes on me as I walked to the mall entrance, I loved it.

The mall was busy as usual for a Saturday afternoon with people hustling around doing their shopping and others just relaxing enjoying their afternoon out with a coffee or meal at the food court. I casually strolled around for a while receiving approving looks from many of the men and mixed ones from the women. It seemed that some of them wished that they had the nerve to dress like me while others just considered me to be slutty. There were three older men sitting on a bench that were really enjoying the view every time I walked past them. I noticed that the jewellery store was having a big sale and decided to take a look.

The store was open to the mall so you didn't actually have to enter, there was a young good looking salesman working today so I decided to have a little fun with him. I asked to see some bracelets and he obliged by taking out a tray and placing them on the counter. My dress had only two thin straps over my shoulder s so as I leaned forward to see the bracelets it hung quite loosely offering the salesman a clear view almost to my belly button. He asked if I saw anything that I liked and I chuckled to myself, I should be asking him that question. It was obvious from his nervousness that he was enjoying the view. I asked him to try on bracelet after bracelet leaning forward a little more each time by the time we got to the third bracelet he had a clear view of both of my tits, even my hard aroused nipples, I was getting so hot standing there exposed to this young stranger.

After a few minutes of flashing my tits I stood up straight and thanked the salesman for his Time, he in turn thanked me, as I turned to leave I remembered the other reason that I love this dress because unknown to me while I was showing the salesman my breasts every time I bent over the back of my dress was going higher and higher exposing my bare bottom to the three older men on the bench and I guess anyone else who walked by. The men got up as I left and began following me, hoping for another show. They were close enough that I could hear them whispering but not able to make out what they were saying. This continued until I entered the lingerie shop, they stopped and took their place on the bench outside. I purchased some new sexy panties and bra for when my husband Jim returns from his fishing trip. Just as I was leaving the store I got a text message, it was Sarah, they were on their way to my house. I would have to hurry to beat them home. As I exited the store I walked up the the three men and explained that it had been fun but I had to leave now, glancing over my shoulder I could see them admiring my ass as I walked away so added a little exaggerated wiggle to my walk just for their benefit. 

I arrived home just seconds before Sarah and Brian pulled into the driveway. I welcomed them with a warm sisterly hug, Brian's hugs never felt sisterly he would always pull me tight against him with his hand exploring my back to see if I was wearing a bra. Like I said he always had that little sister fetish. Brian sat down in the living room while Sarah and I went into the kitchen to chill the wine. This gave me the opportunity to ask Sarah if Brian knew what was about to happen. She explained that Brian didn't have a clue she thought that the surprise would be better. We returned to join Brian in the living room, Sarah and myself each sitting at opposite ends of the chesterfield while Brian sat in the chair facing us. 

Our conversation was pretty much typical, what was new etc. I noticed that Brian's eyes were constantly glancing over to get a peek at my legs which were well displayed thanks to my short skirt, I was very careful to keep my legs tightly together so that he didn't get a sneak peek but he sure was trying. Eventually Sarah brought up the subject of poker night I thought that Brian was going to fall out of his chair as he heard that I had been prancing around the house naked in from of all of Jim's friends. This was the signal that Sarah and I had arranged, it was show time. 

I asked if everyone was ready for a glass of wine and started to walk towards the kitchen with an exaggerated sway to my walk. I slid the shoulder straps off of my shoulders and glancing back at Sarah I gave her a sly smile as my little dress easily slid off of my body dropping in a pile on the floor. I never even missed a pace as I stepped out of it still walking towards the kitchen now totally naked. I never looked over at Brian but I could just imagine the look on his face. 

My heart was pounding as I prepared to return with the three glasses of wine. As I stepped from the kitchen Brian's eyes bulged at the first sight of my naked body he had sneaked a few panty shots and cleavage but this was the first time that he had actually seen me naked. I casually walked over and handed him a glass of wine smiling at his red face as he looked into my eyes. I turned and handed Sarah a glass as well deliberately bending slightly a give him a better bum shot. I sat down crossing my legs as I did. 

We sat there for quite a while chatting and drinking our wine most of the conversation was about my exhibitionism. Sarah and I were doing most of the talking poor Brian seemed to be having trouble concentrating. I explained how I allowed any looking but touching was a taboo. I played the perfect hostess and filled the wine glasses and provided snacks.

After a while Brian seemed to become much more comfortable with the situation and joined in the conversation he was very interested in how I started this and what it felt like, he even asked Sarah if she was going to join in but she declined explaining that this was my thing not hers. After a few glasses of wine he asked if he would be allowed to take a few pictures. I looked at Sarah and she nodded her agreement. I insisted that they must be for his pleasure only and never show them to anyone else. He agreed and began snapping pictures with his cell phone camera.

I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter as he snapped picture after picture, he had me pose standing, sitting, legs crossed then slightly spread lying on the couch front and rear views. When he was finished he said that I had mentioned that any looking was allowed. I gave him a puzzled look, not sure where he was going with this. He said that he would like to have a close up look at my pussy. We both looked at Sarah to get her reaction she paused for a second then smiled. Brian got up and walked over to the couch I reminded him that he was not allowed to touch. He nodded as he kneeled on the floor in front of me. I could feel the air as it hit my wet cunt when i spread my legs and slid my bum over the edge of the couch Brian's face was only inches from my hot soaking wet cunt as he leered at my outer lips. Without noticing what I was doing my left hand had worked its way up to my breast and was circling my erect nipple. Sarah commented that there wasn't supposed to be any touching as she giggled. I explained that that only applied to Brian. She then commented that I have two hands I gave her a puzzled look so she said that she was pretty sure that Brian would love to take a picture of my swollen clit. I was shocked by her suggestion but was so horny that it didn't take any convincing. I stared directly into my sisters eyes as my hand slowly moved across my abdomen and down to the top of my leg. Her eyes never left mine until my hand made its way between my already spread legs. After she looked away I moved my stare to Brian's eyes which were firmly fixed directly on my cunt. 

Brian's mouth dropped open as my fingers gently spread my lips then one disappeared deep inside my sopping wet cunt, I moaned with pleasure as it plunged in and out and back in deeper each time. Brian comment on how good I smelt. Looking back at Sarah I removed my soaking wet finger and placed it against Brian's lips, his tongue quickly darted out to lick it but instead I thrust it in between his open lips, he began sucking my juices from my finger. Sarah was shocked by this but approved.

When Brian was finished enjoying his free sample I went back to working on myself I was reluctant to touch my clit right away because I knew that it would mean an instant orgasm and as much as I wanted to prolong the experience the urge was just too much. My passion was so high that I wanted to grab Brian's head and thrust his face against my wet cunt but I knew that I must resist that urge. As I gently massaged my erect clit I could feel it building within me until there was no holding back I erupted into a magnificent orgasm right in from of my brother's face with my sister looking on. Brian kneeled there wide eyed as I brought myself to a climax inches from his face, enjoying the very and scent of my most private deed that I was performing for him. 

As my passion began to ebb I slowly slid back onto the couch and Brian took the sign and returned to his chair, funny but this was the first time that I actually noticed the swelled protrusion in the front of his pants obviously he had enjoyed the show. Sarah had been sitting there quietly for the most of my performance but gave me a wink and a smile to show her approval.

We sat around for a couple of hours afterwards, me still naked, talking entirely about my new obsession until Sarah said, with a sly smile on her face, that it was time for them to head home, obviously she had plans for Brian's protrusion. I walked them to the door, stepping out onto the porch, still totally naked. The evening breeze felt good on my still slightly sweaty body. As I gave Sarah a hug goodbye she whispered a quite thank you in my ear, Brian's hug as usual was long and tight with his hand sliding down dangerously close to my ass. 

As they drove off I turned and walked into the house quite satisfied that I had succumb to my fetish and provided a good show for Sarah and Brian, one I am sure that they will not forget soon.



Really Really Good Phone Sex



This man had been driving me absolutely insane for weeks now. We met through the Literotica site, exchanged Emails, salacious, erotic, heart-pounding, legs fainting Emails. I started out reading them at my desk, rolling my clit over my vibrator as I trapped it between my throbbing pussy and the chair, cumming wildly, uncontrollably, gasping. Almost falling out of my chair as I dreamed about him. Touching me. 

I thought I'd die from the intensity of my orgasms.

But I needed more. I wanted to hear his voice. I already knew I'd be safe with him. I was absolutely sure of it. Secure in his arms, even if he was only holding me over the phone. So I took a deep breath and sent him my home number. 

He called. I immediately felt comfortable with him. Comfortable and aroused. Very very aroused. We talked about sex, but not slobbering "fuck me now, baby" sex, it was more, well, I don't even know what word to use, in a strange way it was even more intense. We became casual friends almost instantly. Tossing sexy Emails back and forth like ping pong balls. Flirting with each other mercilessly. He'd call up out of the blue and ask me to help him with a story he was writing. He'd describe various sexual positions to me. Ask me how I thought each one would feel with him. I'd close my eyes, trying to help him, trying furiously to imagine what each one felt like. Exactly what it felt like. 

That's the problem. 

I could! 

Way too easily. Way way too easily. For instance, just yesterday I had the day off and we were chatting. Laughing. Trying to figure out what would feel better for a woman, laying on top of a guy with my back against his stomach and just pressing my pussy down against the shaft of his erection or actually having him inside of me. Barely inside me while he was massaging my clit with his fingers from beneath me. We were discussing this because of a wildly erotic story he was writing about a woman who wanders into a forest and gets poison oak all over her hands and then can't use them and gets rescued by this guy. Well, anyway, a whole lot of really sensual stuff happens between them, for instance, he gives her a shower since she can't use her own hands and eventually tucks her into bed. 

Alone. She can't get to sleep because she's aroused so she decides she wants to masturbate and, of course, without any hands she can't do it so he crawls under her, laying on his back while she's laying on him with her back against his chest. Then he reaches around her and starts to, ohmygod, this is getting me hot just thinking about it, and anyway he's going to use his hands as her hands. You get the picture. Wow. I've gotta go open a window. Suddenly it's warm in here. So, okay, he calls me up to discuss the position the man and the woman are in and what might develop and as I kept talking to him about this, trying to stay clinical (after all I'm a nurse) I could feel the heat building up on the back of my neck. And I was getting really really wet. He didn't know it but I'd been using my vibrator as a reality crutch while we were talking. Holding it against my pussy, outside my panties, trying to simulate the touch, the precise angle of his hard swollen cock against me in each different position that we were talking about. The vibrator wasn't even turned on but the conversation was getting me so aroused that, after about thirty minutes, when I suddenly realized it was going to end, I just blurted out something to him about how excited I was. I don't even remember what I said I was so breathless. I just knew I didn't want him to hang up. 

Well, it worked.

I could feel him smiling at me through the phone. I think he already knew I was aroused. But he had an incredible way of making me feel comfortable sexually. It didn't even seem odd to me that he was suddenly telling me to take off my panties and lay down on the bed on my back with my legs spread. I knew what he was going to do and he knew what he was going to do. He was going to spend some more time talking to me and arouse and excite me so much that I'd have an overwhelmingly intense orgasm. It was just that simple. 

And I knew it would happen, too, because the first time we had phone sex he got me so aroused that I actually had two orgasms. But I'll tell you about that some other time. Especially since multiple orgasms are rare for me, even with real flesh and blood lovers. 

Anyway, for the next twenty minutes he talked. A low, deep, sensual voice. Telling me what he was doing to me and what he was going to do to me, reminding me that I was the heroine in his story and that he really was touching me when he was writing it. Telling me how aroused he was getting just thinking about me touching myself and listening to my soft, low moans. Which, of course, just got me thinking about getting him more aroused and thinking about that got me more aroused and, well, you can see where that's going. Anyway, he was talking to me in this soothing, quiet but intensely masculine voice. He was telling me what to do with my fingers, what to do with my vibrator as I touched myself. Slowly, erotically. Exactly how hard to touch myself, exactly where. I just closed my eyes and suddenly he was there with me in the room and I was laying on top of him, on my back, with his cock between my legs, thrusting my pelvis up and down gently. I could actually feel my clit rubbing against that hard little ridge on the top of his erection. 

Suddenly I was doing everything to myself that we'd just been talking about a few minutes before. One minute passed, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes. By then I was moaning almost continually. And, by the time my vibrator was inside me, by the time he was inside me, I'd lost control. I could feel it coming. Like a freight train thundering down the tracks toward me. The muscles in my legs and stomach were contracting and relaxing spasmodically and I couldn't breathe. All I could do was gasp and moan. And beg. Beg my body to cooperate. 

It did. 

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Surrounding me, washing over me, consuming me. It was so intense, so overwhelming that I couldn't talk. But he already knew that. He was in control of my body anyway, so why wouldn't he know that. 

Five minutes later I finally managed to whisper, "oh, that felt so good, so good...goodnight, Mark". 

Then I hung up the phone. 

But not until he had convinced me that I was laying on top of him, his erection deep inside me, while he dragged the tips of his fingers over my back, my shoulders, my thighs, telling me how beautiful I was, how sensual, how arousing. 

Literally touching me to sleep with his voice.

That was Thursday. And now it was Friday. Friday morning, in fact.. Only a day later. Less than a day later. My clit was still tingling from yesterday and I already wanted to feel him inside me so badly again that I broke down and sent him a quick Email from one of the computers at the hospital. Casually asking him if he thought it might be fun to tell me a bedtime story tonight. Not really expecting a reply. Hoping he didn't think I was needy. Or a pest. After all, I knew he was busy.

I almost collapsed when I got his short Email back telling me he would call me around 10:30pm at home. But there were a few caveats. He would only call after I had taken a long hot bath, jumped into bed completely naked and, get this, actually promised I wouldn't touch myself or masturbate until he was on the phone with me. 

From right now until then. 

He already knew how limited my self-control was or at least how much thinking about him turned me on. From a practical standpoint, that meant it was going to be a long, long day at the hospital. But, since I was so aroused that I wasn't paying any attention to anything I did anyway, it was over quickly. Much faster than I thought it would be. After the guys from the Coronor's Office had done their thing, the malpractice lawyers and insurance adjusters could deal with everything else I'd screwed up tomorrow. 

I just wanted to get home as fast as I could.

"Hmmm, that feels wonderful," I gasped as I lowered myself down into the hot bath, spread my legs apart slowly and almost absent-mindedly started to move my hand down between my legs to caress my pussy. 

"Oh, damn...I forgot. He doesn't want me touching myself," I grunted as the palm of my hand slid over my pubic hair. Perched and ready to dive into my warm, sensitive pussy. "C'mon, Cindee, you can do it...only another hour to wait and you've made it this far. But I can't believe how sensual this is. Waiting. Teasing myself. Refusing to give in. It's so arousing that I feel like I could just lay here in this warm water, squeeze my legs together and instantly have an orgasm."

That's when I noticed it. The shower massager with the long hose hanging above me.

"Hmmm, well, let's see, technically I wouldn't be touching myself, oh, God, it would feel so good," I whispered as I reached up and grabbed the head of it, turned on the water and directed the warm pulsating spray at my stomach. "Just close your eyes, lean back and overwhelm yourself, Cindee. Water, warm water slamming into your clit, burst after burst, imagine how good it would feel, thumping, crashing, caressing, vibrating against you. Hmmm, I feel like I'm gonna cum just thinking about it. Okay, here goes..."

I started to slide the pulsating stream of water down across my belly-button, scrunched down in the bathtub a little more to raise my hips a little further up and spread my legs as far apart as I could. Completely exposing my pussy and clit to the lover moving closer, so tantilizingly closer towards them.

Then I stopped and gasped, "ohhhhhhhhh, I can't!!! Damn him, damn him anyway, he's ruining my sex life and he's not even here. That's it, I'm getting out of the tub, what time is it now, shit, still almost a half hour. I'll go nuts. Absolutely stark raving nuts. And when he finally does call I'll start cumming the second I hear his voice. I can see it now. 'hi, Cindee' 'hi, Mark, oh God, I'm cummmminggg'. Click."

After I dragged myself out of the tub I spent five minutes drying off. Shoulders, arms, legs, breasts. Forget about my pussy. Save that job for Sisyphus. The way I was feeling right now I could have used up all the towels in my house trying to dry it off and I'd still be wet.

"I wonder why he gets me so aroused?" I thought to myself. "I've tried phone sex with other guys. Sure, it's exciting and I cum, but, somehow it's not the same. This guy's gotten inside of me. In more ways than one. Maybe I'll just fly out to Seattle and surprise him. Hah, wouldn't that be hilarious. Oh, hi, I'm Cindee, you must be Mark and apparently you're a fat, barely literate, sixty-seven year old migrant worker with a wife, six kids and a wart on your butt the size of Texas. On top of that, you're impotent. No, bad idea, Cindee. Play it safe. Just close your eyes and imagine him as the Bad Day Fairy, a few years younger than you, just a few years, not much, tall, handsome, athletic, built like a racehorse and incredibly sensual. With a tongue that could tie knots in a chain link fence. Now what time is it? 

"Good, only ten or eleven more minutes until the phone rings. Okay, let's see, vibrator, check, blindfold, check, I don't know why he wanted me to put on a blindfold but, hell, I'll put on a straight jacket and rubber galoshes if he wants me to. Now what did he say, hop onto the bed, put on the blindfold, oops, turn off all the lights, wow, pitch black, and lay on my back. Take deep breaths, slow deep breaths, drag the tips of my fingers over my face, my breasts, don't touch my nipples, hmmm, this feels good, these are his fingers touching me, across my stomach, my hips, ohhhh, c'mon, resist, resist, Cindee, don't touch your pussy, but it's so close and I know it's so wet, waiting for me...ummm, this is torture, keep running my fingers across the inside of my thighs, ohmygod, if I spread my legs any further apart I'll break my hips...lightly, touching yourself lightly, ring, dammit, ring. Ring!!! Riiiiing!!!"

Finally.

I picked up the phone before the first ring was even over.

"Oh, God, I'm so glad you called, Mark. I'm been going insane with desire all day. I'm laying here completely naked on my back, touching myself with the tips of my fingers, everywhere, well, not everywhere, not down there and not up here or here. Those are the only three places, just like you said. I've been good. Honestly. Really. I've spent the whole day thinking about masturbating and trying not to masturbate, fighting, fighting and now I just want you to talk to me and make me cum. Make me cum so hard that my head will split open and fire will shoot straight out of my pussy."

I heard a gulp. And a couple of long swallows. And then a weak male voice at the other end of the phone stutters out, "well, gee, lady, that, ummm, that sure sounds like fun but I'm Eddie, not Mark, and I'm just calling you to tell you about our rug cleaning service, we're in your area and..."

Click.

"ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod..."

The phone rings again. 

"Hello, ah-hem, this is Cindee, how can I help you."

"Well, that was formal. Hmmm, somehow I thought you'd be more aroused than that."

"Hi, Mark. You won't believe what just happened. I'm laying here all hot and bothered waiting for you to call and so the phone rings and I pick it up and just start jabbering about how aroused I am and how I've been trying not to masturbate all day, not even touching myself down there and it's been pretty hard, really hard, once about two o'clock I went to the bathroom and, well, it took almost a whole roll of toilet paper, one sheet at a time, oh, forget it, look, you managed to get me so hot and bothered with this little exercise in self-control of yours that I'm almost insane. I know I shouldn't say this but I sure wish you were here right now. Somehow touching myself just doesn't seem like it's going to be enough tonight."

"Let's try a little experiment and see, Cindee. I assume the lights are out, you're blindfolded, soft music in the background..."

"I'm naked and blindfolded and, oooops, wait a minute, forgot the music..." I said as I flipped over on my side and quickly flicked on the radio. "There. Soft music. Yes, the room's completely dark, Mark. But I know where my clit is...now how will you find it?"

"I'll just rub my hands and fingers all over your body until I bump into something that makes you groan, Cindee."

Gulp. 

God, this guy was hot. And incredibly quick on his feet. His Emails were like that, too. Dripping with sensuality, wit, a dry sexual humor that always made me wet. Very very wet. I felt a rush of adrenalin stream through me as I suddenly started to imagine him rubbing his fingers all over my body. And then suddenly finding the center of my sexual being and making me groan.

"Speaking of that, let's start with something simple. You've been a good girl all day so now I want to reward you. Take the tip of your finger and rub it directly over the top of your clit as hard and fast as you can until you cum. Really really fast and really really hard."

The explosion in my brain almost blew out my eardrums when what he said sunk in.

"You're kidding!" I gasped, as I watched my disembodied finger flying straight towards my clit in the dark. 

"Yes. I am. Stop! Don't touch yourself, Cindee. Did I say that in time?"

Like a missile whose course had been altered in mid-flight, my finger slammed into the side of my right thigh instead of my pussy and I gulped and muttered, "barely, just barely, but I'm thinking about lieing to you now. I'm thinking about just touching myself anyway and telling you I'm not and then, when I have an orgasm, which will be in about seventeen or eighteen seconds, I'll just tell you it was spontaneous and I couldn't help it. You know, without any stimulation at all. Other than your voice."

"Has that ever happened to you before?"

"No, but I'm sure it will eventually if I keep talking to you and don't drop over dead from a heart attack first."

"Alright, time to get serious...lay the phone by your ear and take both your hands and brush your fingers softly over your body. Just your fingernails, slowly, calmly, touching yourself everywhere, very lightly. Those are my fingers, Cindee, my fingers caressing you. Teasing you. Stimulating you. Your skin is so soft. So sensitive. Brush the tips of your fingers lightly over yourself.

Here it comes. I knew it. But I couldn't believe how fast it was happening this time. I was like putty in his hands. Except his hands were two thousand miles away. When that warm, soft wrapped-in-a-blanket-of-his-caresses feeling started creeping over me the way it was now I knew I was toast. He owned me. And he'd own me all night. Instead of fighting it, trying to maintain my own identity I just instantly gave in. His voice became my brain, telling me what to do next. 

"Hmmm, that feels good, Mark. Your touch is so gentle, so exciting, I can feel your fingers flying over my body, arousing me, making my clit tingle with anticipation, that...feels...so...good."

"Just keep touching yourself delicately, Cindee, barely making contact with your skin, close your eyes, take long deep breaths, try to sleep, your eyes feel heavy, keep touching yourself, Cindee, your legs, the inside of your thighs, the soft skin on your stomach, your breasts, your shoulders, now lay both your hands up above your head. Just rest the phone against your ear. Relax, listen to the music, try to imagine my fingers against your body..."

Even though I was wearing a blindfold I still had my eyes closed tight as I dropped both my arms above my head onto the pillows and whispered, "hmmm, that feels so real, Mark, I can actually feel the tips of your fingers against the inside of my thighs, sliding over them, brushing against the outer lips of my pussy, teasing me, across my stomach and then back down to my pussy, hmmmm, it feels so real, so real, how are you doing this, my imagination must be going crazy, oh, I don't care, just don't stop, keep touching me, Mark, keep touching me...tell me where you're going to touch me next..."

"I'm going to drag the tips of my fingers over your stomach again and then up to your breasts, Cindee, caressing your nipples softly, massaging them, making them tingle, stretch your arms out even further above your head, arch your back and push your nipples up into my fingers, they're so hard, so erect, they feel like they're on fire, Cindee..."

"Oh, they do, Mark, they really do," I gasped as I started to caress the palm of my right hand with the first finger of my left hand, teasing myself and stretching my body out under his touch. A touch that was so real I could actually feel it. "I've always loved having you massage my nipples...you're so good at this...so, so good..."

His touch was so relaxing that I was starting to fall asleep. My mouth was getting dry and then suddenly I felt his lips against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth very softly. 

"Uhhhh, I canf ffullee yuf kfissinggf me, fMark..."

I had no idea why I was mumbling. It was almost as if I actually was being kissed. None of my words made sense, they were all blurry. Probably because I could feel his tongue intertwined with mine. 

"Wow, this guy's a great kisser for somebody who's on the phone," I thought to myself as I wrapped my tongue around his tongue, sliding back and forth against it. "But I wonder why he's stopped talking to me. It's almost like he can't talk because he's kissing me. How real. How incredibly real. How clever of him. He thinks of everything. I can't imagine what it would be like to actually have him here, right now, to feel him making love to me, slamming his completely erect cock into my pussy. Over and over. Harder and harder. Okay, just slow down, Cindee, you'll get ahead of yourself. Relax, let him tell you what to do next, it's always worked in the past."




Really Really Good Phone Sex



I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs. My pussy felt like it was going to explode there was so much blood rushing through it as he suddenly stopped kissing me and whispered, "spread your legs a little further apart, Cindee, and bring them up until your knees are near your shoulders..."

I loved this position. He'd convinced me to get into it during one of our first conversations. It was so erotic. Like we were actually going to make love. It was so easy to imagine his erection slipping into me while I was laying there like this, so completely exposed.

"Now take both your hands and hold your legs up, put your hands behind your thighs, can you feel the swollen, moist lips of your pussy opening up slowly, gently, waiting for me, wanting me, can you feel the air in the room from your open window brushing gently over your body..."

"I can, Mark, I can...this is incredible..." I gasped, as I rocked my legs slowly back and forth, stretching them, waiting for his touch. I didn't remember telling him that the window was open but then I don't remember half the things I tell him because I'm usually so aroused. I only knew that I wanted to feel him deep deep inside me. Or at least I wanted to feel my vibrator humming deep inside me. Pretending it was him.

"Now I'm going to turn your vibrator on and slide it inside you, Cindee, very slowly, squeeze down around it with the muscles in your pussy...are you ready?"

I knew what he meant. I knew he meant that I was going to slide my vibrator inside my pussy but I really didn't care who was going to slide it inside me anymore. Laying here like this, so exposed, so vulnerable was so immeasurably erotic that I was starting to actually hear a buzzing sound. A familiar buzzing sound. Down between my legs. I figured I was dreaming. And I couldn't believe how clear our phone connection still was. I could hear his voice perfectly. But I knew I had to keep thinking about how he would feel inside me. Telling him, encouraging him to keep touching me. 

"Ohhhhh, yes, Mark, I can feel it, humming, buzzing, sliding inside me, unnn, it feels so good, how are you doing that, I'm holding my legs up with both hands, at least I think I am, I'm not sure anymore, maybe one of my hands is on the vibrator and...oh, I don't care, it feels wonderful, wonderful, make me cum, Mark, please make me cum...keep talking to me...don't hang up..."

I could feel the vibrator rocking back and forth, sliding almost out of my pussy and then back slowly in again. Completely inside me. I couldn't breathe, my head was spinning, thrashing back and forth, my toes were curling. And then suddenly I felt his tongue on my clit. Caressing me, manipulating me, owning me, devouring me, back and forth, back and forth, across the slick, wet, wildly sensitive and erect center of my sexual universe. 

I started to grunt and pulled back on my thighs as hard as I could with my hands, lost in a blizzard of sexual excitement. Some stupid female voice near my right ear was telling me that if I wanted to make a phone call I should hang up and try again at the same time I heard his voice telling me, coaxing me, begging me to cum. I was determined to ignore the woman even when she started to make this loud high pitched noise, a truly obnoxious tone, beeping at me while my body was screaming at me. Screaming at me while he was begging me, pleading with me to cum.

"Oh, God, Mark, I'm cumming...I can feel it...I'm cumming, unnnn, it feels so good, talk to me, Mark, talk to me with your hands, your mouth, cover my body with your touch...unnnnnnnnnnnnn...nnnnnn...don't hang up...don't hang up..."

"Keep tightening the muscles in your stomach, Cindee, rock back and forth, let it overwhelm you, control you, devour you, I can feel your body trembling, I can hear your groans, the sweet exotic music you make when you orgasm, keep pushing, Cindee, make it last as long as you can, make it last as long as you can. There it is. There it is. Doesn't it feel wonderful, small shivers, loud crashes of lightening screaming up and down your legs. Cum for me, Cindee. Cum for me. Let it consume you, overwhelm you, tell me how good it feels..."

My orgasm owned me. I was making all these strange sexual sounds, a mixture of screams, groans and quiet helpless cries as I gasped and tightened up all the muscles in my body. Fire was shooting down the back of my legs while a cold, numbing wind was rushing over my nipples. All the muscles in my body were exploding, quivering, shuttering, wrapping me tight inside a blanket of unrelenting spasms and overwhelming pleasure. 

Three minutes later it was over. 

I was suddenly tired. Dead tired. I needed to sleep.

"I'm going to hang up now and just climb in bed with you, Cindee. I'm going to lay down on my back. When you're ready just roll over. I'm going to hold you, wrap my arms around you, caress your back gently, intertwine my fingers with yours. Telling you how beautiful you are with my touch. My hands. My fingers against your body. Straighten your legs out, Cindee, roll over and put your head on my shoulder and sleep."

I could feel him laying on the bed. It felt so real. I could feel my head on his shoulder as I struggled to slide one leg over his legs, I could even feel his infinitely hard cock, massive, huge, as I began to explore it gently with my fingers. Feeling it throbbing, mapping the route of each seperate blood vessel rushing up and down the pulsating shaft. Rubbing the palm of my hand over the smooth, slick head of it. 

"Ummm, I wonder what it would feel like to be actually holding him, touching him, right here in my own bedroom..." I murmured sleepily. This guy was absolutely amazing. I had no idea how he did it.

But it was the best phone sex I'd ever had. 

He'd even managed to say goodnight to me and kiss me on the forehead before I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning I already knew I was going to call him again.



Really Should Have Left it Online



Please Note: Last minute submission for Halloween. Thought I'd have some fun and try my hand at horror, using an idea I got while posting on the AH one day. It's a quick little story but I hope you all enjoy it. Special thanks to one of my forum buddies (you know who you are) for the inspiration. Happy Halloween!

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"For gods sakes get your feet off the table Axel!"

I hid my grin behind my coffee as Axel and Landon glared at one another. Testosterone at its best. The boys had been grating at each others nerves ever since we'd gotten past the initial warm greeting. 

Liberty shot me a secretive smile. There was no mistaking it now. They were here for one thing and one thing only.

This was going to be fun.

The swarthy Texan crossed his ankles and leaned back, chewing lazily on the end of the unlit cigar. "My feet ain't on the table, my boots are you prissy Scot."

It was hard not to laugh. They'd gotten along so much better on the forum. Internally I gave a little sigh. Liberty had bet me twenty bucks the chummy behavior wouldn't make it past the first cup of coffee. Seeing as the bitter brew was still too hot to do more than sip it was pretty obvious she'd won.

Paul leaned forward and folded his hands on the table. "So ladies, what do you think of Toronto?"

I took a sip of coffee, careful to hide my smirk. Little did they know that Liberty and I had been here for a week, sightseeing and getting to know one another. "It's...nice. I'm anxious to get on the road though."

Axel grinned. "Me too. And I gotta say, the head shots were good incentive but damn! I wasn't expecting you girls to be this hot!"

I set my mug down and leaned over the table, giving him a wicked smile. "Like what you see Axel?"

Now his feet left the table. He stood and pulled me to my feet, slamming his mouth against mine and grinding his hard lower body into my belly.

"Fuck yes." His breath stirred hot into my hair. "Tell me you weren't just playing when you told me what you wanted to do..."

Wrapping my arms around his neck I smiled. Then I winked at Liberty over his shoulder. Liberty winked back, feigned a smile and nodded at whatever Landon was whispering in her ear. 

I brought my attention to the man who held me, eager to give him what he wanted. "Axel, what I said wasn't half of what I plan to do."

Paul cleared his throat. "Check please!"

* * *

Sitting in the backseat of my car with Liberty I ground my teeth, my nerves on edge as Landon swerved out of the path of an oncoming eighteen wheeler, cutting in front of the ugly Civic he'd muttered was 'going too damn slow'.

My car was a '69 'Stang special edition Boss I'd worked on myself, my first purchase after my brand spankin' new erotica novel had made me a killing in royalties. I hadn't wanted to let Landon drive, but the alternative, leaving Liberty alone with one of the brothers in the back, just didn't sit well.

It was obvious Liberty had worked out my reasoning and was grateful. Dropping her arm over my shoulder she pulled me close, kissing the edge of my lip in a way that made it seem like more than it really was. "Drive if you want Brianna. I'll have Paul sit in the back."

I gave a subtle shake of my head. "No way. You're my friend. I'd rather risk the car than you."

Thankfully she let it go. Her covert smile as she met my eyes and leaned back made me wonder though. "Don't really think there'd be any risk with Paul."

* * *

At out first stop, just a mile past the American border, at a small out of the way gas station, Axel bolted from his truck--which he'd been trailing us with--and pulled me out. Kissing me fiercely he let out a hungry groan.

"When we gonna start?"

A poignant hunger growled in response, deep in my gut. I looked over at Liberty as she gracefully stepped out of the car.

She looked worried. "We can stop for a bit if you need to."

I looked at Landon as he stepped up beside her. He grinned and dropped his arm over her shoulders. "Not a problem. I'm sure we can find something to occupy our time. Right Paul?"

Paul frowned. His eyes were on Axel who was sucking on my neck, making it very hard to think. "Axel you don't want to wait until we find somewhere more...appropriate?"

Axel let out a husky laugh and slid his hand under my shirt. "Brianna seems to find here and now appropriate." He bared his teeth. "Jealous pretty boy?"

Pretty boy. That was one way to describe Paul. Though all three of the men were tall and well built he was definitely the best groomed. Didn't draw me in as much as Axel's ruffled dark hair and roguish, perpetual five o'clock shadow, or Landon's sharp edges and long, bound, dark red hair; but even in his no nonsense, close cropped and clean shaven way, Paul was handsome.

And diplomatic. To Axel's question Paul shook his head and lifted his hands in a defensive motion. "No. Just looking out for the ladies."

I snorted. "Then look out for Liberty. I ain't no lady."

Axel drew me over to his truck. Too hungry to care how fast it was going I lost myself in his kiss, my moans a beg for more as he turned me against the truck and jerked my jeans down midthigh.

His dick slammed into me with ease. I was ready, so wet, and I craved the roughness like a druggie craves a high. He was my fix, so much more than he knew.

With unrestrained force, pinning me against the hood he came. I felt how he filled me, sipped at the burning energy, but took care not to drink too deep. Not yet. There'd be time for that later.

* * *

I cleaned up in the dingy gas station washroom the best I could. Alone for the first time in days I thought about what I was going to do. It floored me. Limbs shaky I didn't think I was going to make it out. A knock at the door pulled me from my debilitating thoughts.

"You okay?" It was Liberty. All was well. She knew everything anyway.

I opened the door and faced her. "Is Axel okay?"

Liberty pulled me against her and gave me a firm hug. "He's fine. A little dazed but Paul offered to drive his truck while he recovers." Backing a little she looked me over shrewdly. "What about you? You think you can do this?"

Biting my lip I shrugged, trying to put my thoughts into words. Seeing my need for time Liberty led the way into the gaze station. I grabbed a can of Red Bull, gulping it down even as I paid for it. Dropping the can into the garbage pail by the door I licked my lips and sighed. "I can do this...I have to. But..."

Liberty grabbed my arm and forced me to stop. She leaned close, speaking very low so the boys waiting just out of hearing wouldn't catch our strange exchange. "No buts. Don't start letting guilt trip you up now. We picked these guys for a reason. Axel is a bank robber. Landon and Paul killed their mother and her lover when they caught her cheating on their dad. They're scum."

Nodding slowly I sighed. "And I deserve this life more than they do." I made a face. "Damn it Liberty, don't you see? What gives me the right to put my life in higher value than theirs?"

Liberty shrugged, then grinned. "Food chain baby. So we're not at the top. Everyone's gotta eat."

What a ridiculous way to look at it. Still, she was right. Misgivings brushed aside I let her lead me back to the boys. Landon looked grumpy as hell, due mostly to the fact that Liberty was playing hard to get. Paul looked happy as a kid in a candy shop as he helped Axel into the passenger seat of the Ram. Axel looked blissfully drunk.

"Just give me a few minutes darlin'. I want a round two." His words were slurred and he could hardly stand. Charming, really. No really. I almost wanted to keep him.

Rightly interpreting where my thoughts were headed Liberty gave me a little shove towards my car. "Let's get going. I call shotgun."

Landon, grin of preempted anticipation frozen on his face, turned to stare at Liberty over the hood of the car. The grin fell away, replaced by an disgruntled frown. "What the hell? Did you forget the point of this trip? I thought you'd be riding in the back with me!'

Brow arched Liberty gave him a sweet smile. "I thought 'the point' of the trip was to get to know one another better and see what kinda fun we could have. Axel and Brianna hit it off...good for them. If I'm tempted I might wanna play but I'm not yet. No offence, but I don't find sulking sexy."

Shooting a razor edged glare at Liberty, Landon got in the backseat and slammed the door. Liberty smirked and winked at me before climbing in. I laughed and shook my head. I certainly didn't have to worry about my new friend. She knew what she was doing.

* * *

My vision blurred, weakness taking me. The darkness warped around me and I drew in a sharp breath, closing my eyes and opening them quickly, hoping to fight it off. It was no use. I hadn't fed deep enough, and now, without warning, I didn't have the strength to keep the car on the road.

Catching the change in me Liberty grabbed the wheel, nudged me over and slipped her foot alongside mine, easing down on the break as I released the gas. Turning the wheel she brought us to the side of the road.

Bowing my head I ground my teeth, cursing the timing of the irrepressible need. Liberty opened her door and got out of the car. Coming around to the driver's side she helped me out, letting me lean on the car, speaking low, comforting words I could barely make out.

Landon joined us, brow furrowed in confusion. "What's going on?"

Liberty looked at him, eyes passing over him in a slow, cold assessment. Backing away from me she reached out and pulled him against her. "Brianna just needs a minute. Feel like a quickie? I'm getting antsy."

Eyes wide, confusion bowled over by lust Landon nodded. Liberty smiled and kissed him, a rough, detached kiss. Either not noticing or not caring Landon grabbed hold of her ass and jerked her against him. His head dropped back and he groaned as she undid his pants. 

"Come here Brianna." Liberty said.

My eyes burned. I pushed away from the car and dropped to my knees, looking up at him as I took his hard dick in my mouth. Surprised he looked down. Liberty covered his mouth with her hand to stifle his scream. I knew he'd caught the change in my eyes, the black that flooded them as I surrendered to the hunger. Growling I sucked down on him, moving my head up and down faster and faster, his rapture flooding into me with every stroke of my lips. Terror hadn't slackened him at all.

All the strength I'd left him was in his dick, keeping it hard. The rest boiled through me and I stood, smiling as Liberty crawled onto the hood of the car and dragged him onto it. I ripped off my shirt and peeled off my jeans, climbed over him, straddled him, and slicked my wet pussy down his throbbing cock. Liberty held him still as I fucked him. Fucked him until he came. Fucked him until he died.

Drunk on power I collapsed to my side, bracing myself against the cool windshield as I dislodged him from my body and let him slide off the car. I heard the sound of someone running to us. I couldn't make myself move, the power hadn't settled yet.

Liberty gasped as Paul wrapped his hands around my throat and lifted me from the hood of the car. "What did you do to him?"

I bared my teeth, all gone to jagged fang in my mouth. "The same thing you did to your mother and her lover...only less messy." The power began to settle and I tried to grasp hold of it, force it into him so that I could latch on to what I needed to drive him down with pleasure. His grasp slackened. "He enjoyed it Paul...right to the very last shudder. You want that...don't you?"

It was going so well, not exactly as planned but close enough. With the energy I'd stolen from Landon I could easily take both the other men without much difficulty. 

Only, there was one thing I hadn't considered. I knew it now, now, as Paul shook off the beginning of a pleasure induced trance and tightened his grip around my neck. He was something beyond my power to control. He was a man not enamored with woman.

"I'm going to kill you, whatever you are. I am going to kill you, and her, and..." 

Paul's word were cut off in a deafening rip of sound. A hot mess of blood, clumps of brain and shattered bits of skull splashed over me. I watched Paul drop, stared at the bloody chunk of meat, all that was left of his face.

Axel cleared his throat, shouldering the shotgun in his hand. "Sorry 'bout the mess ladies."

I stood. Liberty came to my side. We both gapped at him.

He grinned and shook his head. "Well this road trip didn't go exactly as planned."

Swiping my hand over my face to clean off the cooling blood I watched him warily as he stepped over to Landon's lifeless form and nudged it with his foot. "Why'd you shoot him?"

Axel shrugged off his jacket and held it out to me. "Don't like seeing a guy roughing up a chick."

With a muttered thanks I pulled on the jacket. Then I shook my head. "I just killed his brother."

Plucking a cigar from the front pocket of his plaid shirt Axel bit off the end, lit it and regarded me pensively. "I'm thinking you could kill me just as easily. I'm thinking you owe me now so you won't. Could be wrong...then again I'm in a pretty good position to negotiate." He patted the butt of the gun fondly. "Unless you can survive getting your head blown off."

I shuddered at the thought. "No. I can't." I licked my lips, made a face and rubbed the sleeve of his jacket over my mouth, spitting on the street to try and get rid of the coppery taste from the dried blood. "So what now?"

"Now we get rid of the bodies and finish our trip. All original perks included." He glanced over at Liberty now. Numb from shock she simply nodded. "Then we all go home." He cocked his head and looked me over. "So you wanna tell me what you are..." He paused, laughed and shook his head. "You know what, never mind. I don't wanna know. What I do wanna know is how often do you need to do..." He jerked his chin towards Landon's body. "That."

"Once a year." I cleared my throat and looked down, self-conscious suddenly. "I take a little every time I have sex, but once a year I need to take it all." I bit my lip, cheeks flush. "Internets a good way to find the right kind of guy."

Brow arched he took a deep puff on his cigar. "Uh huh. So I take it you look for bad guys. Chose me 'cause I rob banks."

I couldn't look at him as I nodded.

He stepped closer, reached out and used his thumb to flick something nasty from my cheek. Then he curved his hand under my chin. "How 'bout next year you let me pick you a few juicy ones?"

Shaking my head I looked up at him and laughed. "You serious?"

He shrugged. "Sure. So long as I get to reap some benefits and you don't kill me. I know some real ripe ones. Pedophiles, rapist, murderers. We could be vigilantes...the only ones who use sex to take out the bad guys."

Liberty giggled. "This is insane. I know it's Halloween and all, but I wasn't expecting shit to get this freaky."

Axel reached out and patted her cheek. "Could get a lot freakier, but only if you want it doll. I have a feeling you were in this just to help out your buddy here."

Liberty licked her lips and smiled. "There's that...but now I'm starting to want in on the action. Mind if I try out your cowboy Brianna?"

Naturally I didn't object. Not that I was ever possessive, don't usually keep guys long enough to get attached--they run low after a few sessions, kinda like cheap batteries--but even if I did I didn't mind sharing with her. Seemed like the unholy father was smiling down on me this year. A nice change, usually mine was a solo plight.

The road trip continued for the planned two weeks. The beer I'd brought lasted longer then I'd thought it would. Having left two of our travel mates as fuel to a very big, pretty bonfire did wonders for the rations. 

Liberty isn't into chicks so Axel got a lot of play, the danger and excitement had made us all very horny. Which made him very happy. Worn out, but happy. 

From that point on our road trip became a yearly event. Liberty and I met up once and awhile during the year to hang out but we only saw Axel on the road trip. As promised he provided a new guy or two. Always a criminal. It was the perfect arrangement. 

What I loved the most was that one thing hadn't changed. We chatted almost every night online, on the same forum, flirting and joking as we always had. There was only one difference. Now the flirting was more than harmless teasing. Now the inside joke was plotting our next kill.

* * *



Really Shouldn't Have



Kerry

I am older guy who re-married later in life than most. My lovely new wife has a daughter, Kerry who suffers from a debilitating genetic condition, which had spoiled her life and made her skin extremely fragile. This had left her with lots of tiny scars everywhere especially on her face. Her hands are scarred and small, her arms thin and frail.

Kerry was 29 when the events in this story took place. She had two kids by absent scumbag fathers who got her pregnant and then vanished. Kerry's very vulnerability has made me feel very protective towards her and over time, I have grown to love her very deeply. I have found myself thinking about her and dreaming about her at night. At first, it was all very paternal but bit by bit, I found myself wanting to be near her, wanting to see and to touch her. I have kept all these feelings to myself but always I long for her.

During one of Kerry's long hospital stays, we had the kids to stay with us, and after she was discharged, Kerry moved in so that she could recuperate easier.

One day I found Kerry sat on her bed looking very upset. "What's wrong?" I asked.

She stood and looked sadly at me and sobbed, "No-one likes me, and I can't get a boyfriend, am I that ugly"? My heart went out to her in her sadness.

"God no" I exclaimed. "You're... ", I paused and added, "I shouldn't say."

"Please tell me," she said, "do you think I'm ugly?"

"Kerry please don't ask me that, I'm your stepfather," I replied uneasily. 

"You do think I'm ugly don't you" sobbed Kerry.

"No, no I don't think that at all, honestly Kerry, I think you're an incredibly sexy young woman" I replied. 

Kerry didn't believe me and said, "No you don't, you're just saying that aren't you, but thank you."

"Kerry, I meant that, you really are a sexy woman" and I hugged her loosely. The warmth of her body and her scent got to me straight away, I felt myself become erect almost instantly. I tried to turn and prevent her noticing but she put her head into the hollow of my neck and squeezed herself fully against me. 

I knew she felt it when she froze for a second and then said quietly "you're... you're hard, why?", "is that because of me?" 

"Yes" I replied, "you've always done this to me but I didn't want you to find out"

"Do you really think I'm sexy?" She asked, "What is so sexy about me?"

"Oh Kerry there's so much about you that's sexy". 

"Will you show me?" she asked.

"Sexy is not just physical Kerry" I said, "it's so many things, like the way you play with your hair, the way you stand, your voice, lots of things."

Kerry smiled and looked pleased but made no move to pull away from me, she was still pressing against my erection so I eased back slightly. 

"It's your deep blue eyes with their dark ring around the blue", "it's your lovely soft hair" I said as I ran my fingers through it.

"It's your beautiful, graceful long neck," I said as I ran my fingers softly down it and kissed it gently feeling Kerry tremor and hearing her gasp quietly.

I ran my hand down her side and up under her tee shirt onto her back, "it's the perfect skin on your back". I gently scratched and caressed her back. 

"What else?" Kerry asked softly

I moved both my hands down to Kerry's hips and then down to her thighs saying "it's your beautiful long legs, legs any man would want around his waist... or neck," I added looking up to see her blushing.

My fingers tracked up the inside of Kerry's thighs but moved to the front before reaching the top then moved onto the stomach where I smoothed them slowly up and down. "It's your beautiful smooth belly."

Leaving her stomach, I grasped her incredible arse in both hands. "This, Kerry is world class, I have never seen a better bum on any woman but it's not your best feature" 

I moved my hands back to her stomach, upwards to lay over her bra on both breasts. I knew Kerry was especially sensitive about her small breasts. She still made no move to stop me so I moved my hands under the bra and up onto her breasts. "Kerry I have waited so long to see and touch these, they have spellbound me for as long as I can remember."

I felt her nipples swell and harden against my palms. "But far and away your best feature is this" and without waiting I reached down and cupped her mound through her jeans. 

"It stands so proud and visible whenever you wear jeans; it beckons me and screams your sexiness for all to see". Whilst saying this I began to worm my fingers into and around the groove, I could feel on her mound. Kerry began to breathe harder and began to kiss the side of my neck. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked but she did not answer.

I reached up to find the button of her jeans and slipped it loose, then eased the zip down.

As I kissed the side of her face, I slipped my hand palm down onto her belly and then downwards until I felt the lace edging of her thong. I edged my fingers under the elastic and slowly down seeking the soft hair, which must sit on her pubic mound. Down I went until I touched the top of her lips and to my astonishment I felt a smooth bare pussy; she was shaven! I hadn't expected quiet demure Kerry to have done this.

I took her hand and pressed it gently against my raging erection, "Do you still think you're not sexy?" I asked. Kerry's reply was to kiss me long and deeply, her eyes closed and she moaned softly.

My fingers inched between the wet lips and gathered up the slick moisture to allow them to glide easily over her clit. 

Kerry jumped as I touched it and said, "Yes, yes please touch me". She shivered as I continued to rub over and around the slippery little bump. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled onto my shoulder. I could feel her fingers attempting to unzip my jeans so I helped her and loosed my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them for her.

She slipped her hand into the open top of my jeans and I gasped aloud as I felt her cool fingers touch and then grasp my hard cock. She began to move her hand slowly up and down and the feelings overwhelmed me threatening to bring me to a rapid and premature climax.

"Kerry go easy please," I said. 

"Oh, don't you like it?" she asked. 

"God yes, far too much" I said and pulled back from her so I could ease her down onto the bed again. Kerry allowed herself to be lowered settling down onto the bed.

I lay beside her and took her into my arms. We kissed softly but deeply and with passion.

"I want to see you Kerry, all of you," I said.

She sat up and struggled out of her tee shirt, she turned away from me so I could unclip her bra. She held the bra against her chest nervously looking at me. "Show me Kerry, please show me", I said softly.

Slowly Kerry lowered the bra and looked at me, biting her lip as she did so. I could see the doubt and need in her face as she waited for me to say something.

"Oh Kerry, my God you're beautiful" I blurted out. "So, so beautiful". Her small but swollen breasts stood high on her chest with tiny hard nipples topping them. 

I reached out to touch one and marvelled at its softness and smooth skin. Kerry sighed quietly as I scratched her nipple with my nails.

I leaned over and kissed the nearest hard pointed nipple, sucking it into my mouth I nibbled on it with my teeth and swirled my tongue around it. Whilst doing this, I pushed my jeans and pants down my legs and kicked them off. Sitting up I began to work Kerry's jeans and thong down her thighs, over her ankles and off. I could see her staring at my rigid cock.

Now I could see her in all her beauty, my blood boiled with desire and Kerry held up her arms towards me to invite me to lay down with her again.

"Kerry will you trust me for a moment" I asked. She nodded her head. 

I lightly put my hand onto her stomach and slid it down to rest between her thighs, I felt them trembling. I let my fingers just touch against her pussy and played slowly with the wet lips there. I lent down, took her left nipple between my lips, and drew it in. Kerry gasped quietly in pleasure, her head lolling backwards, and her hand coming up to hold my head to her.

I told her, "Kerry my love, your breasts are so beautiful but I want to do more for you."

Her hips were rising and falling slightly as I continued to play with her wet pussy so I slipped my middle finger between the lips and into her. I could feel the warmth and tightness of her as I moved my finger back and forth and curled it up to reach her G-spot. Kerry moaned and said "Yes".

I took my lips away from her breast and kissed my way down her chest and stomach until I reached her navel. I pushed my tongue in and licked around for a moment then moved my lips down until I touched the top of her mound. Swinging my body around until I was facing her feet and my head was over her groin area.

I bent and put my tongue at the top of her outer lips and licked downwards from top to bottom and back again. There I pushed inwards to lick across the little hood and under it to swirl over her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and lashed my tongue vigorously around the little button.

Kerry jerked and began moaning again, softly at first. What I was doing was definitely working. After letting her get over the shock of having her clit between her stepfathers lips, I decided to ramp it up a notch. I placed my right middle finger at the entrance to her opening and pushed in until my finger was buried deep inside her. I then started thrusting my finger back and forth, keeping my finger against the front wall of her vagina, rubbing over her G-spot.

Her moaning increased in volume, and I reached back with my left hand to play with her left boob. As I rolled her nipple between my fingers, her thrusting began to increase and her moaning got even louder.

I could feel the ridges inside Kerry's pussy and when I extended my fingers, I touched her cervix. Kerry gripped at my arms and stiffened as her orgasm took her, she gasped and shook in pleasure, and turning towards me, she buried her face in my crotch.

I felt her lips wrap around the head of my cock and I moaned and lifted my hips from the bed. I felt my cock slide deeper into her warm mouth and she sucked harder and gripped the base of my cock. Kerry moaned as she moved her lips over my cock, drawing me deeper into her mouth. My hands went to her head and I felt her hair become entwined with my fingers. I held her head, pulling her down onto me. Kerry sucked hard, moving her lips up and down my shaft. She moaned as her mouth and tongue moved over my cock.

"Christ Kerry... I'm going to..." I gasped as I felt my orgasm coming.

I never finished my sentence. Moments later, I felt my muscles tense and my back arch. My cock felt thicker than ever before as I released one stream after another of my sperm into Kerry's warm mouth. She swallowed it all, and was still sucking on me as I began to grow soft. She moved her lips back up my shaft. They slipped from the head with a faint noise as she broke the suction. She licked her lips as she looked up at me with a grin, obviously feeling very pleased with herself.

I sat up and turned to face her, "Come here." she beckoned as she reached her hands up towards me.

I knelt between Kerry's knees. Her hands tugged at my arms, drawing me down on top of her. My cock felt as though it was hard as steel. I ran my eyes down her body and saw the wet lips between her soft thighs. Her thighs slightly parted; I could see that they were wet with her juices.

Kerry gripped my cock and she tugged at it, pulling me closer between her thighs.

"I need to feel you inside me!" she whispered.

When I felt my cock sliding against her wet lips, I gasped and I lowered myself onto her body pushing myself slowly into her. The sensations were indescribable, she was hot and tight, and I felt her muscles grip my shaft as it slid deeper into her.

"Oh God." she moaned.

Kerry clutched at my shoulders, urging me further down on top of her, deeper into her tight pussy. I began pushing my hips. My cock moved in and out of her and soon her moans grew louder.

"Oh... fuck me hard." Kerry moaned.

I could see her small breasts begin to shake and jiggle as I shoved my cock harder and faster in and out of her wet pussy. Her legs wrapped around my back holding me to her. I bent down and sucked hard on her nipple. Kerry arched her back to meet my mouth, pushing my cock deeper into her.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begged. "Oh God... you're fucking me... it feels so good."

I held her legs and lifted them up until her thighs pressed her chest. She was moaning louder and I was pumping my cock in and out of her as hard as I could. I was in heaven, I was fucking my gorgeous stepdaughter, and it was simply beautiful.

I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her slick pussy. Her juices were dripping out and they had made my cock wet and shiny. Her breasts shook harder and I loved watching them shake. I fucked harder, watching her nipples move about.

"Oh God, Oh God... please... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Kerry wailed. Her back arched lifting me from the bed. She pressed her mound hard against me trying to get every centimetre of me into her. I felt her pussy contract, clamping onto and squeezing my cock as her juices flowed out all over me as she came so very hard. 

This was enough to set me off, "ARRGH!" I yelled as I felt my sperm shooting through the length of my cock, spurting out and hitting Kerry's cervix, flooding her pussy. My cock leapt and pulsed inside her as I spat my load down into her. 

Feeling my sperm spew into her set Kerry off again and her pussy clamped onto me again as a second orgasm roared through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a low moan came out of her throat. She slumped down onto her back as I held onto her waist, holding myself to her, my cock oozing out the last dregs of my sperm.

I kept still, looking down at Kerry for several minutes and watching her lay as though she were almost in a dead faint. The she opened her eyes and looked at me blankly for a moment before her face broke into a grin and she giggled, "Guess I'm not that ugly then?"



Really Wild



It is a beautiful Saturday morning and my wife Cheryl has just had a very wild and enjoyable night with numerous friends, ( all men ). As you may remember from earlier stories, I love to watch my wife getting serviced by any number of men at one time, but lately it has been only one or two at a time. Perhaps this is due to a general slowing down as we both age, or a lack of sufficient new partners here in Central Florida. Lots of old farts, but few young bucks.

Cheryl is now pushing 50 and we do more talking about swapping and swinging than we really do, but this past week one of my co-workers mentioned that his wife was going up north to visit her family for a week and taking the kids with her. When I asked what he had planned to fill out his nights, he replied, "I just may have a little sex party if I can find a willing woman. Well, that was my opening. I told him that my wife would be more than willing to be the center of attention, but how many men would be there. "Gosh," he said, " I was just thinking about myself and my old dog Kafka." When I mentioned that Cheryl liked the MFM parties the most, but that I mostly just watched and took videos Bill got a big grin on his face and said, "Well maybe I could find a friend or two to join us."

He came into my office yesterday and said that his wife was leaving in the afternoon, and that by dinner time the house should be ready. I immediately called Cheryl and told her to shower, shave her legs and snatch, put on her most slutty outfit and meet me downtown at my office after closing for an exciting evening. Cheryl wanted to know the plans but I wanted to keep them a secret.

When Chery showed up there was no one left in the office but me and she looked like a million dollars. We went to a local bar and inn where it was dark and had dinner and I told her about the proposition. Cheryl could hardly finish her dinner she was so excited to get started.

About 7 PM we arrived at Bill's house and found that Fred, Joe and Tyrone ( a big black man ) were already there and having drinks. After the introductions all of the men rushed to get Cheryl drinks thinking that if she was really drunk she might handle them all. "Hold on guys," she said, " I don't want to be too drunk to enjoy this so let's stop the drinking and start the fucking."

As Cheryl removed what little clothing she had on she lay on the floor of the family room where Bill had placed an inflatable mattress in anticipation. One by one the guys started to strip and since it was Bill's party he got to go first. He began by licking Cheryl's pussy up and down until she had him locked between her legs and holding him by the ears as she had her first of many orgasms. Then Bill took out his dick which was about 7" long and fairly thick and began to fuck Cheryl missionary style while Fred offered his dick to Cheryl's willing mouth. My camera was rolling and not too steady as I had my own dick out and was trying to take pictures with one hand and masturbate with the other. This is more difficult than you think.

In a few minutes both men shot their loads and Cheryl swallowed a load of cum while she had another orgasm. It was then that Joe and Tyrone took their places and Tyrone's dick was just too big and long for Cheryl to deep throat, so Joe got his dick out and Cheryl began to suck on it while Tyrone had his 10" or longer dick rubbing up and down Cheryl's vulva lips,to get her ready for the monster size when Cheryl stopped him. "Big boy I've had men your size before so let's get going."

Everyone in the room watched as Tyrone sank that monster dick in inch by inch until he and Cheryl were bumping pubic bones. When Joe and Tyrone had shot their loads and all needed a rest Cheryl said she too needed to go lie down for a while so the guys could get it up for another round. With that she went into Bill's bedroom and fell asleep on Bill's bed. The guys kept fucking her most of the night and she was really getting worn out and sleepy, so I decided we would spend the night in Bill's bed and not be disturbed.

When we went into the kitchen for breakfast only Bill was there grinning. Naturally he cooked a big breakfast and for his efforts, Cheryl gave him a super blow job on the kitchen table and we went home.

I couldn't wait to write this while all of the events are fresh in my mind.

Jerry Owen