0 comments/ 24711 views/ 1 favorites Daydream By: horny_giraffe Chris sat in the crowded lecture hall and tried to wrap his mind around a particular concept. The professor was mind-bogglingly dull, almost as if he was merely reciting the lecture from memory in a monotonous tone. Chris found his eyes drifting to the bare thighs of a girl across the aisle. Her shorts were of the style that somewhat resembled a short skirt, the pale-blue cloth draping loosely across her hips. It had only recently become warm enough to wear such light clothing, and Chris enjoyed seeing the newly exposed flesh of the college beauties. The skin of the girl’s thighs was smooth and still pale from the winter. She wore a translucent, gauzy blouse that covered her shoulders and Chris could see the white of her lacy bra underneath it. A couple of buttons appeared to have fallen open, and Chris could even see some of the bare skin of her cleavage through the gap. The girl shifted suddenly in her seat, and Chris grew aware that he had been staring a little. Still, she wasn’t looking his way. The girl stretched out her arms over her head like a cat. Her blouse tightened against the contours of her breasts and the bare skin of her midriff played peek-a-boo under the hem of her blouse. She ran her thumbs up the nape of her neck and ran her fingers through her long hair, briefly, and turned her head towards Chris. Chris averted his gaze. When he looked back, she was busy writing something carefully in a spiral-bound notebook that she rested on her crossed thighs. She had removed her sandals, and one bare foot bobbed in Chris’s direction. Chris wondered if she sensed that he was looking, consciously or maybe even unconsciously. Chris took a slow breath, which he freed from his lungs very slowly and smoothly, until he could feel his heart rate begin to slow. The lights of the hall became hazy in his eyes and seemed overly bright, but he continued the controlled breathing until he felt the warmth begin to spread down his abdomen and begin to radiate out into his limbs. Again, Chris glanced over at the pale smooth skin of the girl’s thighs. But his eyes did not linger, this time. He simply recorded the image in his thoughts and let his eyes unfocus as he stared forward from where he was sitting... Chris’s hand, neatly-trimmed nails, wide palms and long fingers...He feels the cool skin of her thigh beneath the warm palm of his hand. Her small hand, also warm, rests lightly on his. Plenty of time. “Who are you?” She says, in Chris’s mind. “I am...an admirer.” Chris admits. “Why do you touch me?” She whispers. “My boyfriend would not approve.” “He will not know this invisible touching.” Chris answers. His hand slides down to her knee, down on the inside of her knee as he kneels before her. He must be halfway into the aisle, as there is not enough room between her knees and the chair in front of her. He rests his head in her lap, and she uncrosses her legs to better cradle his head between her thighs. His cheek is warm against her thighs, and her thighs are warm as well in the cool auditorium. Her hand rests on his head, and her fingers stroke his hair... Chris’s eyes opened and he looked down at his watch. Another fifteen minutes. He glanced over at the girl across the aisle. Did she know what he was thinking? She also seemed to be lost in a fugue, staring forward in a daze. Her inert hand lay on the notebook across her knee, still holding a pen lightly between delicate finger and thumb. Her legs were uncrossed. Chris whispers, “Do you share my thoughts?” After a moment, an answer seems to enter Chris’s awareness. “Who are you?” she asks. “You don’t know me, but perhaps we share...more than you might think.” Chris cannot imagine a likely answer. “We share an intimacy, perhaps.” “I don’t know you.” She says—not insistingly, but merely in uncomprehending repetition. Chris slides his hand on to her lap to grasp her delicate hand in his own. “But if I speak only to the unconscious mind...” Chris considers “Then this moment is everything. It is all. I alone retain awareness. If I were to rape your mind, would you feel it? Would you wake up crying in the middle of the night and not know why? Or would you continue on, oblivious to the mind residing inside of your own?” There is no answer. Chris kneels before her, turning her towards him. He wills her shorts away, and he slips his hands underneath the sides of her panties to grasp the flesh of her hips in his palms. He looks up at her face from his vantage point, and she glances down at him with blank detachment. “Dammit!” He shouts. “Don’t look at me that way—as if I was not a person. I am here! I exist!” But her mind is stubborn. Frustrated, Chris rips out the sides of her panties in a sweep of his hands, so that they fall to the seat underneath her. He feels a sharp involuntary gasp in his chest. “Like a mother...your womb...giver of life...” Chris stares worshipfully at her nakedness. Her cunt is unshaven, but the cushion of fur around her groin does not hide her labia. They glisten and shine with a pink wetness. There is a wildness here that will not be tamed. Her furred cunt stands in stark contrast to the silky smooth skin of her thighs, hidden from the social norms that influence her visible self. Chris would like to bury himself in her, but instead he forms his mouth into a pout that cradles his extended tongue, like some crude imitation of an ape. She tastes, not sweet, but...somewhat bitter and salty with juices that glide like molasses and undulate into his open mouth. He wishes to swallow her spirit, the milk of her loins. He drinks of her essence. Her thighs press against his cheeks, and he cradles her buttocks in his arms. Her back arches as she presses her groin to his mouth. One mouth gives life, and the other recieves it. But his tongue is a long, fleshly worm now. It extends inside of her—faceless and mute—reaching deep inside to press against the top of her vaginal walls, up deep into her belly, filling her with his essence until he is turning inside out and his tongue becomes his skin. He enters her with his whole body, now, like a child that has outgrown the womb and presses her from the inside. But he does not press against her, only into her, until his spiritual essence is mingled with her own. He dissolves himself inside of her, so that she is him and he is her. She cries, not of religion or reason, but of that uniquely human ecstasy of both physical and existential fulfillment. It is a moment when she knows that she is a woman, and he knows that he is a man. It is a moment when the waves of tension explode into surf washing up on the shore of sensuality, and recede into a moment of peace... Chris opened his eyes to the sounds of students stirring. He stood up among the babble of voices and reached down to grab his book bag. His pen slipped from his fingers, and fell down behind the seat. Sighing, Chris kneeled down and reached under the seat and felt around for the pen. “Hey...uhmm....” A girl’s voice murmured near him. Chris looked over from where he was kneeling to see a vaguely familiar pair of sandaled feet. Her toes had a coat of clear nail polish that was chipped in places. One thigh had a red patch on it where her legs had been crossed. As he stood up, Chris realized embarassedly that this was the girl. He felt his face flush. “Hi. I...uh...” Chris stumbled. “Hi.” The girl smiled. “I’m not trying to get up in your face, but I know you from somewhere, don’t I?” Daydream I dream of you... I find you in my every thought, it doesn't matter if I am sleeping or awake... you are there. My thoughts go from pure as the driven snow, to the dirtiest porno you can imagine. One minute I am sitting there thinking of the way it feels when you hold me close. When you look into my eyes and tell me you love me my heart stops beating for just an instant. I imagine how it feels to be lying next to you again, listening to your soft snores as you sleep. Do you know I spent many hours just watching you sleep? At times I can almost feel your brilliant blue eyes on me, watching me, silently caressing me with your gaze. That is what usually leads me to the naughty thoughts. Thoughts of waiting for you to come home from work. Candles light the room, your favorite fuck CD in the player. The mood is set, my pussy is wet and throbbing from the anticipation. I am in black shoes that make me 6 feet tall, a short sheer black night gown, nipple clamps, and a smile. I welcome you home with a kiss, slowly lowering you onto the couch unbuttoning your uniform. I help you out of your top, sliding it off you with slow determination, kissing every spot I uncover. I draw your attention to the end table. Pulling back the cloth that covers it you see a variety of toys. "I want you to use them all tonight my love" I tell you, picking up a small paddle. You look close to see the word MINE cut out into it backwards. I know that you will like seeing that word in red on my ass. I see the reaction all the toys are having on you as your eyes search the table, in the form of a very hard cock. I can almost see the thoughts running through your head, as you do inventory... feather, blindfold, two more paddles one fuzzy and the other wide with the word LOVE on it, your eyes fall onto the butt plugs and vibrators. We both smile remembering the first time "blue", our oldest yet trusty vibrator, was used. You see a silver gift box on the table and reach for it but I grab your hand. "You will find out what is in there in due time, right now I want to suck your big wonderful cock." That said, I undo your pants, pull your now very stiff cock out, then slide your pants off. I take your cock into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the head. Slowly taking all of you into my mouth, my moaning making small vibrations run the length of you. While my mouth is busy with your stiff cock, you feel my hand on your balls. Rubbing them gently, I stop sucking you, replacing my mouth with my hand and start licking and sucking your balls, my thumb massaging your perineum. You feel my saliva run off your balls and over your anus, suddenly my finger is sliding around your asshole. I continue my worship of your amazing cock with my mouth, one hand on your balls the other playing with your hole. Slowly I slip one finger into you, at the same time taking all of you in my mouth. I finger fuck you, and suck your cock looking up into your brilliant eyes, until I feel the juices from my pussy running down my thigh. I want you so badly I am throbbing. I feel as if I could cum right this instant if only I were to slide onto your wonderful cock. "I am yours, Master" I see the surprise in your face. This is the first time I have called you this. "Do whatever you wish with me...I ask only one thing, and that is to not open the gift box please." You promise that you won't watching me the entire time. My eyes are shining with excitement and extreme passion. We have done some light play in this area and both know the safe words. With that acknowledged you stand me up and lead me to the chair, grabbing the restraints as we go. You bend me over and secure me, then slowly run one finger from my clit to my ass, making me moan and wiggle towards your hand. SMACK!!! Your hand is on my ass. Telling me I can't have that, I haven't earned the right to have your finger or anything else in me yet. You start your sweet slow torture, your hand rubbing my ass where your hand print is. Then you begin with the paddle, lightly at first, steadily increasing the strength of each swat. I cry out, my ass burning from the paddle. You stop and leave the room. At first I think I have done something wrong, am I not supposed to cry out? Did my tears stop you? Shortly you return, and I see why you left... you have the digital camera in you hands. You move behind me and I see the flash, you show me the photo.... there is my ass bright red with the word MINE in bold white on it. You set the camera down, and slowly slide two fingers into my throbbing hot pussy. I know I am soaking wet because I can feel my juices on my inner thighs and running down my leg. Feeling your fingers inside me makes me even hotter, I think you are going to finger me until I cum, but you aren't done with me yet. You pull your fingers out and press them to my lips. Telling me to suck all my juices off you, I comply eagerly, imagining your cock taking the place of your fingers. You pull your hand away, asking me how I taste. "Wonderful Master, but not nearly as wonderful as your cock" You ask me if I want your cock, teasing me with it... having it just out of reach of my lips and tongue. "I want your cock so badly, please let me suck your cock Master" I beg. You place the head of your cock at my lips but tell me I am not allowed to suck it yet. You tease my lips with your cock, the precum spreading on my lips. I am aching to taste it but you have told me that I can open my mouth when YOU are ready and not until that time. You reach over to the table, picking up the butt plug you smile. You lube my ass and press the plug inside of me, slowly, making me watch myself and you in the mirror on the wall. You pick up the next paddle, rub it lightly on my pink but no longer burning ass cheeks. Then you begin paddling me again, I cry out loudly, sobbing from the pain of it. I watch you, you reach for the ball gag and tell me I should have been a little more quiet, now I am going to pay for it. The gag in place you move back to my ass, paddling me with fervor. Through my tears I watch you, you stop your assault on my ass and stare silently at me in the mirror. You move closer and lay your hard cock on my ass cheek, feeling the heat of your paddling on your cock. Then you slowly start fucking me, pulling all the way out then slamming into me. I cant believe how full I feel. Your hard cock in my dripping wet pussy and that big butt plug in my ass. You release the gag so you can hear my moans better, telling me how you love the sounds I make when you fuck me. "Fuck me harder Master!!!" I call out. "Your going to make me cum!" Hearing me speak out of turn, you pull out, stroking your cock you move to my face telling me to open my mouth. I am allowed to suck your cock now, you fuck my mouth, I feel your cock twitch then taste your hot cum shoot on my tongue and down my throat. I still haven't cum and think you are going to finish me off when much to my surprise you insert the biggest dildo we have on the table into me and start walking away. "Please don't leave me here" I beg, forgetting to add the Master to the comment. You gag me again and paddle my ass until it is bright red. You tell me you are going to shower and relax for a little bit. I will just have to wait until YOU are ready for me to cum. I wait what seems like a lifetime for you to get out of the shower. The water glistening on your body and the sight of your cock, excites me into forgetting the pain in my legs and back from the position I am in on the back of the chair. I can see you watching me in the mirror, wondering what you are going to do to me next. I feel the butt plug and dildo being pulled out of me, you praise me for holding it in that long and kiss my cheek. Running your hand down to my breast, you play with my still clamped nipples. Rolling it between your finger and thumb pinching it lightly then you remove the clamps and the gag. I feel your hands warm and large on my skin slowly rubbing my back, ass and legs. You release me and tell me to lie on my back on the floor. You blindfold me and tenderly massage my body then begin the feather strokes, lightly on my skin, over my nipples, my stomach, over my still wet slit, down my legs to my ankles. You tell me to turn over and repeat the treatment on my back and legs. Then your lips are on me, I feel you sucking at the back of my neck then biting me. You roll me over and kiss me hard. I spread my legs for you and feel your cock at my entrance. I am ready to explode from wanting you so badly. I feel your mouth on my nipples, sucking them, licking them, biting them. My back arches and I moan loudly. You lift my legs and drive deep into me, I beg you to fuck me harder, faster. You take the blindfold off me so I can see what you have there beside us. You pull your cock out of my soaking pussy and insert blue, you turn it on low and begin to finger my ass. Then you slide your cock in my ass, gently until the head of your cock is in then begin fucking my ass making me moan louder than ever. You turn blue up to medium slamming into my ass. I am playing with my clit and pinching my nipples, about ready to explode with delight when I hear you ask me who I belong to... I look you in the eye and say "you, only you, no other" You reach down and turn blue on high, fucking my ass harder than before, I start to cum and you feel my ass tighten, it is too much for you to take you pull out and cum all over my belly and tits. You lay on top of me, both of us are spent from our wonderful night of fucking and lovemaking. You roll off me and look at the table... we didn't use everything on it.... there is still the silver box. We get up off the floor and start the clean up, once the chore of putting the living room back in order is done. I grin, grab the box and hand it to you. You open it to find a nice big strap-on. As you take it out of the box you hear me say "Next time, I get to fuck your ass" turn and head for bed. Can't wait for the next time can you my love? Daydream at Work (For the safety of those featured in this story, names have been altered or removed; in addition, all "participating" characters within the body of text are over the age of 18. This is, in fact, based partially on a true story, although most of it is fantasy.) * It was the night of November 15th. I shuffled the documents on my desk and straightened up the assorted equipment scattered atop it, letting out a stifled sigh. Most around are doing the same thing, being that it's Friday, and nearly everyone stuck in one of the dull grey cubicles is wishing for escape as well. Not all of them were sighing, however; more specifically, the ones who weren't were those lucky enough to leave at 5 pm. Unfortunately for myself, being a recent college graduate and unable to find better work, I was stuck at the bottom of the totem pole and had the worst hours, which weren't too unreasonable at 1:00-9:00. Granted, the hours were exhausting even for young, vibrant people like me, but at the end of the day, you want to be home on the couch with a blanket and Netflix. Maybe in the company of an attractive girl, if I was lucky... Ignoring the glare of the monitor in front of me, I stood long enough to stretch my upper body and attempt relaxation, even though I knew it was unlikely to happen. Self-massage didn't work either, as I had already discovered on several previous attempts, followed with the same, useless action. This time I decided to let my sigh come out fully since no one else was around in the office either. The hours ticked on and during my shift, there were only about 10 people left in a building of hundreds, just to take calls and finish filing any leftover paperwork. On this occasion, 3 of the 10 had called off "sick" and one more had actually gotten vacation, which was amazing. Of the 6 left, beside myself, there were 4 other base-level workers and one particularly sexy supervisor. I say sexy because she wasn't what one would consider gorgeous; on the contrary, she had an air of superiority that ruined any of her more defining features, but that brought an almost masculine power to her feminine qualities. For those who appreciate powerful women... she had that attractiveness in spades. Despite the fact that she was probably old enough to be my mother, although she was nothing like her, I did harbor a soft spot for her along with reservations. For one, she was married; two, she had children not that much younger than myself; three, she was my boss. It's hard to imagine making a move, any move, and having it backfire without repercussions in my career. Even though I didn't quite like my job and it wasn't the one I wanted, it was still paying the rent, and getting fired for sexual harassment was the last thing I needed at this point in my life. Furthermore, she was a former friend and coworker of my mother, who once worked there, and that did make things awkward to an extent. Still, I shot an occasional glance in her direction, peeking over my cubicle wall to watch her walk away, her large but firm and shapely backside stretching the fabric of her slacks. She always wore clothes that managed to compliment her curves, unlike some of the other women in the office, though they didn't share her appeal. Her long, wavy hair had recently been dyed a soft auburn, not ostentatious but noticeably brighter than her usual dark brown. Most often, she was wearing a black work coat with slightly padded shoulders, and a tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her ample breasts. It was obvious that she had borne children, but it wasn't overt, and her age was well hidden, not prominent in the least. I didn't want her: I desired, even lusted after her. Being 22 years of age and thus quite sexually motivated, she was not my first pick out of the ladies in the office. There was one partially chubby girl who was very eager to start a relationship, who I ended up ditching at 2 am after a very drunk one night stand; another was a pale brunette who turned out to be lesbian, rather disappointing after a month's effort; and a third, ravishing black girl who had a child and was as unstable as Chernobyl. Then, one day, my sensuous supervisor placed a hand on my forearm and commented quietly on the softness of my skin. From there on, she, on occasion, found a way to touch me platonically. I thought I was losing my mind; there was no way in Hell this woman was into me! Yet, this intrigued my less than good senses, which were passing naughty thoughts across to each other on paper airplanes. My head swelled, my fingertips trembled on the keyboard, and I took to dreaming while awake and working, imagining in great detail the wonder of being inside of her. Shame did overwhelm me whenever we made eye contact, but the little twinge of intuition hammering at the back of my skull insisted she wanted me too. So I trudged on through the daily routine, pretending to care about the mundane, stealing any glances I could at her fine, fantastic ass, getting more animalistic the more repressed I became. I was unbelievably edgy and had not even touched myself for three weeks, unable to relieve myself for fear of losing hope altogether. Later, I would find myself gasping for air as I worked my hard member to orgasm, releasing more semen than I had ever done before, whilst imagining her warm, curvaceous body entwined with mine, rocking back and forth on top of my manhood. I could not have been more grateful for that moment because on the next day, she touched my arm again and stated she loved me, although "not in the weird way, just because I was a sweetheart and like her son". She repeated that phrase for the next week and a half, tormenting me with what could have possibly been something of a kinky nature. Do I indulge what sounds like a wink towards a fantasy, taboo as it is, or do I ignore this for better prospects? The hunger haunted me. The answer came sooner than expected and as I, still stretching, surveyed the compact, compartmentalized office, there she was, also staring in my direction. She lifted a hand and gestured with her first finger to come hither, a smirk on her face. We'd been recently partnered up by the higher-ups to beta test some new software, but I wasn't sure if this was about the asshole we'd been dealing with or not. Grunting, I exit my poorly upholstered chair and tensely walk over to her oversized cubicle, leaning over the side. She grinned at me with her beautifully arranged white teeth, and her pretty pink lips stretched wide. "Look at what I've got for you to do tomorrow!" Perusing the stats page of our department's web app, I notice that, once again, she's put me on the worst assignment (which incidentally happens to be an area reporting directly to her). As she was my supervisor but I reported to someone else on a usual day, this was unique. I look back at her and groan audibly, complaining, "Geez, I didn't want to do LI if I didn't have to..." "I know, but you're good at it, and we need you in there tomorrow." "I know, I know you need me", I bemoan falsely, staring blankly up at the ceiling and trying to ignore the phrase "in there" as much as possible. It didn't mean anything. Or did it? "Yes, I do." She stared at me for a moment. "You know, you really do remind me of my son." "Isn't he 13?" Pretending at exasperation, she stated, "Yes, but that isn't what I meant and you know it," giving an impatient huff, "You two just do look a lot alike." I shrug it off casually, hoping to change the topic, "I suppose." "He's my baby", she added, pausing to examine a picture of him at her desk. "He's an ass, sometimes, but I do love him." Laughing now, I smile and comment, "Well, that's what we have in common then; I really am a quite an ass." "Hon, you have quite an ass, that doesn't mean you are one." She blushed scarlet and hurried with, "That wasn't meant how it sounded." I was blushing radish red too and almost stammered, shocked and intrigued that she would dare to say something as forward as that. Not wishing to end my good fortune, I hastily replied, "That's fine, it was fine with me either way." It seemed a clumsy response but she blushed further and continued, "Well good, because it was true." Horrified at what could happen if any of this went sour but mollified by the good reaction I was getting, I moved closer around her cubicle corner and sized her up. "Eh, that's fair, but it's not as good as yours." She grinned like a schoolgirl and looked away from me. "Oh, stop it, Greg, that's not work appropriate." Still, she looked as fascinated with the conversation's progress as I was, and I decided to press further, being of a mind that I would lay with her tonight, right on her desk, if I could. "Sorry, my thoughts aren't quite work appropriate either right now." It was my turn to be sized up now, and she contemplated out loud, "I wonder what those thoughts are." "Oh, I couldn't say them, they're NSFW", I explain, "I'm a good boy, I shouldn't be saying them out in public." "Well, then we might find a private place so you can confide in me." Her eyelash winked in my direction and I knew, was finally sure, that tonight I was getting lucky with the sexiest mature lady I had ever met before. Nervous and almost shaking with anticipated pleasure, I murmur, "I'm still on the clock you know." Her lips whisper in my ear seductively, "Nope, you're on my clock now and I'm not sure I'm going to wait much longer." She grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the break room, leading me down the hall to the client conference suite. It was lush with soft leather chairs and a pristine oak desk, complete with ceiling fans and kitchenette. On the way, she shed her coat and by the time we'd entered the room, she backed against the desk and we were already touching each other in places we normally wouldn't. Her top came off and my sweater did too, she had her hands up my shirt and I was indulging myself kissing her neck, hands around her waist and undoing her bra strap. Then came the moans. "Oh, Greg..." "Shannon..." I lifted her atop the desk and found myself between her legs, embraced by them, her soulful eyes staring up at my face with long-dormant desire. She grabbed my arms, rubbing her hands along them, and pulled me in close. "I want to fuck you right now, right here, on this desk, hard." Her words were firm and her skin was soft, and my heart was beating ten times faster, pulse racing from exhilaration. The only words I found were simple but honest, "Shannon, me too." My tongue located hers in a drawn out French kiss and I explored the inside of her mouth, savoring the taste and imagining what her lips might taste like downstairs as well. Curious, I kiss down the nape of her neck, collarbone, between her warm breasts, pausing to suck her erect nipples, and down her belly to her panties. Her jeans were still around her knees, and I somewhat forcefully yanked them off, causing her to yelp, but her cries were muffled once my lips touched hers. This time, it was not her mouth I was exploring, but her box, her panties shoved aside and my mouth replacing them. "Mmmm, you smell as sweet as I'd imagined..." I spend time on her clitoris, feeling my way around it and sucking it, hard, interrupting my reverie only to lick along her labia. She shoved her slit into my face, and just barely over my own moans mingled with her cries of "Oh my God!" and "Fuck!", I heard her whisper, "Brad never does this to me, never..." Smiling internally, I kiss my way back to her nipples and suck on them some more (this gets me harder than anything else), and share her juices with her, making out. Her luscious green eyes looked up at me, and I knew what we both needed. She helped herself back up on the desk, having slid back some during my delicious eat-out session, and as I straightened myself up, she shocked me by grabbing my penis and shoving it in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on mine and I felt as if I was going to burst when she said, "You're even bigger than Brad is, damn." Sucking on my erect member, covered in spit and precum, she looked more sexy than she had ever been before. Her hair looked unkempt and was ruffled from where my hands had been through it, and the smell of our sex filled the room. With pleasure, I remembered this was the only room not monitored by cameras, though the thought had not occurred to me before. Feeling very satisfied but craving more, needing to be inside her body, I boldly ask her, loud and clear, "Want it now?" She hoarsely whispered, "Yes..." I tease her briefly with the head, swelled and throbbing, and she moaned as I began to slide it inside her. She wasn't too tight, and her skin was partially firm and wrinkly, but the noises she made were such a compliment that I surged with joy and felt inches bigger as I fucked her box. We started with missionary, the best beginning but also the most boring, and as we shared our bodies with each other, I recalled a dream. "You know... Shannon... I dreamed of fucking you once." "Did you, baby?" "Yeah, a long while ago... you were bent over and I was in you from behind, after eating you out." She let out a moan and I pulled out as she suddenly flipped over, pushing her ass in my direction. I pushed her cheeks aside and kissed in between, kissed her inflamed lips, and put myself inside again, kissing along the inside of her back as I did it. Euphoria was kicking in and I was in heaven, and I yelled out, "You have a brilliant ass, love!" Her obnoxious but wonderful laugh interrupted a spot of heavy breathing and little yelps as my cock brushed her clit. She was still laughing for no reason, smiling, when I picked her up and beckoned her to sit on a chair with me. Her breasts in my face, my lips on her chest, and my cock in her box, we made love for what seemed like an eternity, ass bouncing and slamming down onto my lap. I was breathing heavily and managed to get out, "Shannon, I think I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" Oddly she said nothing and kissed me instead, tongue entwined with mine, and she set her head on my shoulder and whispered, "Inside me, Greg. I want you to cum in my pussy." Not sure how to take this, I felt my cock twitch excitedly and I knew it was going to happen soon. "You sure?" "Positive." It jerked as I orgasmed within her body, balls deep, and I felt my warm semen coat the head as it spurted inside of her. She must have felt it too, because her torso shook and she muttered, "Damn." I had never known such pleasure, and after pulling out she sucked the head again, removing any traces of cum left on it, including hers. She smiled up at me, mascara slightly blurred, hair a mess, beads of sweat on her forehead. I looked down and could see the creamy white juice leaking out of her pink slit. I didn't bother to ask; on a strange whim of kinkiness, I applied pressure and licked it out of her, licking my lips and smiling up at her shocked expression. She kissed me back, hard, and we stared into each others' eyes before she asked: "Again?" Daydream Believer Author's note: This story, like every other story on this site, is copyrighted and may not be copied, re-written or duplicated without the author's consent. Daydream Believer: A Very Short Story I was just 100 miles from my final destination, a cross country trip by automobile from New York to LA. As I pulled out on the freeway from the roadside gas station, there stood a mirage in a tank top and cut off jeans. I braked immediately. "How far you going?" she asked. "End of the road, Los Angeles," I replied. "And you?" "The same. Mind if I get a ride all the way with you?" "Sure, climb in. Put your back pack in the back seat." "Your lucky," I told her. "I don't usually pick up hitchhikers. How did you get stuck way out here?" "I'm a runaway," she said laughingly. "I thought runaways were 12 year old kids running away from their parents," I said jokingly. "Well I'm a 36 year old parent running away from my kids. You'll find out what I mean one of these days," as she glanced down at my seven month pregnant belly. I reprimanded her. "You know how dangerous it is to hitchhike dressed like you're dressed. I bet every lecher on the rode offered you a ride." "Your right," she said. "And your the first woman to pick me up." She saw me twitch in my seat. "Baby kicking," I whispered. "Active this time of day." "Can I feel," as her hand slid under my smock to my bare belly. I knew instantly she wasn't feeling for a baby to kick. I glanced at her eyes submissively as her fingers snaked under the elastic of my slacks. No foreplay. Fingers straight to my aching pussy. As my pregnant thighs parted her fingers found my swollen clit, flicking it gently, sending juices flowing into my white cotton panties. An orgasm racked my body. My eyes closed momentarily, but quickly opened and back on the road. I grasped the sticky steering wheel and looked around. She was gone. Damn mirage. She didn't even kiss me good-bye. Daydream Believer Ginny Adams was very glad to be where she was, but she still woke up every morning wishing that she wasn't. She had felt lonely when she was living on the family farm; the boys (and later men) around there went much too quickly from being too young to drive to the farm to having already moved out of the area. There was no future for her in working on the farm, at least if there was anything else she could do; the farm was clearly going to her older brother, who wanted it. Ginny didn't want to own the old place anyway, though being a farmer's wife she wouldn't rule out. Living on the farm, also, things were a little cramped, with her older brother and her parents and the two younger children who were getting bigger all the time -- especially her 12-year-old brother. And it looked like her older brother's girlfriend was going to marry him and move there soon, though they would be going into an outbuilding, at least to sleep. So Ginny took training in electronic bookkeeping and got a job at the Wayne Bank in Philadelphia, working on account problems. While she couldn't say that the work was interesting, it was more so than she expected. In Philadelphia, Ginny had an apartment that gave her three times the room to live in that she had on the farm. While the place was spare when she moved in, she had spent the last six months finding furniture and odd decorations she liked, until she had to control herself and quit because it was getting cluttered. She missed the rooster every morning. Neither the alarm nor the rush-hour traffic was quite the same, especially on weekends when she turned the one off and the other didn't arrive. While the city had perhaps as many odors as the farm, if they were noticeable they were unpleasant. There was a future in working at the bank, if she wanted it. Job openings came regularly, and there was no telling where they might go. So she should have been content, over all. But Ginny was lonelier than before, in a way. There were young men around, certainly. Every one of the single women working at the Wayne Bank was attached to one, it seemed like. They all talked about shows and dinners and trips to the country with them. Ginny was more than a little shy about speaking to men whom she didn't know, and she didn't know any in the city. She wanted to make a start somewhere, but she couldn't see any way to. If there had been more married women in her office who could invite her to parties along with unattached young men, it would be different, perhaps, but so would this story. As it was, Ginny devoted herself to attending concerts and visiting museums and, especially, reading books from the library. Christmas was coming up next Friday. It was a three-day weekend this year and half the single women were taking leave to make it last four days or more. Carla said that she and Robert were going off to Lancaster for a ski trip. Janine and her Matt were going to visit his family up in Connecticut. All around the room the talk was of romantic excursions and parties and big dinners. Ginny herself had just talked to her parents the night before, on Monday, and had reluctantly agreed that the expected snow would make it not worth trying to drive to the farm on unplowed roads. So she was going to spend the weekend alone. She had been sitting there being a little unhappy when Carla asked: "What about you, Ginny? What are you going to do?" Before Ginny could think of what to say, she heard herself saying: "Oh, David and I have decided to stay in town and have a quiet Christmas together." All around the room there was a silence broken only by the rustle of eyebrows raising and ears pricking up. Carla said: "Who is David? We knew you were a quiet sort, but have you been keeping him a secret from us?" "Oh, he's my boyfriend," Ginny said blithely. All the other single women gathered around, and a couple of the married ones as well. "What's he like?" "Where did you meet him?" "Where does he work?" "How serious are the two of you?" Ginny had to think very fast. That last little sentence had gotten her in deep waters and she would have to paddle hard. She mentally seized on a man whom she had seen walking on the street nearby, and then at a concert that she went to on one particularly lonely night. "Well, he's not very tall, only an inch or so more than me," she offered. And they waited for more. "He has broad shoulders, though," Ginny continued. "He works as a claims adjustor at Center Life." That was in the building across the street, and indeed she had glimpsed someone there through the window who might have been him. Her flow of invention was running easily now. "He calls me his vegetable love, because we got to know each other slowly." "He calls you a vegetable?" laughed Carla. "From the poem. 'Vaster than empires and more slow,/ My vegetable love doth grow.' From 'To His Coy Mistress,' by Andrew Marvell." "He calls you a vegetable and slow and you like him?" laughed Carla again. "Not to mention saying that you are vast," said Martha, who was always on a diet. "Not even half," threw in someone else. "And he compares you to a mistress," said Janine teasingly. "How long have you known him -- or maybe I should ask how well? This might be a real secret!" Ginny blushed and took a minute before she could speak again. "But he is very romantic, and playful, and nice to talk to," she said. "We aren't all that serious, but I have hopes." One of the bank executives walked by then and the women quieted down. And the subject of David did not come up again that day. But at times during that afternoon, and on the street-car going home, and especially that evening, Ginny thought about her half-imaginary boyfriend. She certainly did not know that his name was David; she only knew that he ought to be a David, that he looked like a David. He might really be an Ignatz or a Heinrich. He might be married (no, she thought she remembered at the concert that there was no ring on that finger -- then again, maybe he didn't wear one). He was very likely, she thought sadly, to be involved with someone, probably living with her. She felt a touch of envy towards the rival she had just imagined. David might be gay! She turned away from that thought. That would be too much of a loss. Ginny thought that it would be so nice to have David, her imaginary David, here in her apartment to talk to. She saw him at a symphony concert, so surely they could talk about music, and about life and... It would be so nice to have him hold her and maybe kiss him, and... And she dozed off thinking in that direction. The Christmas weekend was quiet but very lonely. On the Tuesday after, Ginny was standing after work, waiting for the street-car to take her home, when the door of the Central Life building opened and David walked out. Ginny was stunned that part of her fantasy was true; though since she had seen him walking in the area, and thought she might have seen him in the offices across the way, the wild guess was not so wild after all. She looked at her watch and saw that she would have to wait five minutes more for the street-car. Then she reflected that she had nothing to do tonight but eat dinner, and that would wait until she cooked it -- and if she ran too late to cook, sandwiches would do. So... She set off following the man, crunching snow underfoot. He walked into a park and stopped to watch some children play, and she stopped beyond him to watch the same children. When he walked by her, she kept her face turned to the game of tag, but saw him in the corner of her eye and was sure that he looked at her and smiled. He must like children, she thought. Maybe he is a child molester, stabbed another part of her mind, but she rejected that idea as she shuddered at it. Ginny began to dream of being married to him, and raising their children, diapering and dressing and sending them to school, and she barely came back to the world in time to see David get on a bus that went uptown. Besides, Ginny told herself on the street-car later, she was getting things out of order. A lot had to happen before children came into the picture, including speaking to David. She saw him once more that week, when she dawdled in front of a department store window, looking at the still-up Christmas display. The window she picked was near the bus-stop that David waited at, and she saw his reflection as he also looked in it -- or was it at her? On Saturday the second of January, Ginny woke up before she needed to, at least for a Saturday. Partly, of course, this was because of all those years on the farm where the cows and chickens didn't take weekends off. She never thought then she would miss the rooster. She wished it were possible to keep a dog in this place; she wouldn't be so lonesome. Maybe she should get a cat, though her idea of a cat was a barn cat with a lot of room to run in. Best of all, of course, would be to wake up with David's arm around her and his warm body beside hers, his subtle male smell coming to her. She thought she should be ashamed of that feeling, but she defiantly wasn't. But of course, she was getting things out of order again. To wake up in bed with David would require going to bed with him, which would require a whole lot of other steps which would only begin with speaking to him. Which she hadn't done yet. She was too nervous to do that, let alone all the rest of it. Besides, Ginny thought grumpily as she sat in her bathrobe and sipped a cup of coffee, that bed wasn't wide enough for two and was much too lumpy for comfort for -- what two people could do in it. Not that she had any experience at that. She had seen animals, of course, living on the farm as she had, but the attitude of the females varied a lot depending on the species. And she certainly wanted love to go with the sex, which it didn't seem to with animals. She had some ideas from reading novels, also, especially paperback romances, especially some of the lines they had these days. But they made, well, going to bed with a man, sound better than it probably was -- though she couldn't say, could she? The only part of that whole internal dialogue that remained in her conscious mind was the idea of looking for a new bed. Her present one was bought in a hurry, second-hand, when she moved in, and while it was a mistake it was one she could live with. And she had, about long enough. A couple of hours later when Ginny saw a sign on a rowhouse reading "Bed $30," she remembered her decision. The doorbell was answered by a plump woman around fifty with a broad smile. "Does the bed have boxsprings rather than just bare springs? And how much extra would you charge to take it over? Or would it fit on top of a Mazda?" Ginny asked in a rush. The woman paused and slowly said: "It doesn't need springs, nothing, and it would go better inside. "Though if you live close by," she continued, "I can put the whole thing in my shopping cart and walk it over with you." Ginny was obviously very puzzled. "It's a waterbed," the woman explained. "The frame and mattress are maybe 50 pounds altogether, and the frame comes apart." Waterbeds were very comfortable, Ginny had heard, though that wasn't what was usually talked about with them. The naughty image was not one she had to live up to. It did not fit this woman, nor her husband who now walked into the room. "We bought it when my husband hurt his back, since he could sleep much better that way," the woman went on. "But we have redecorated and bought a king-size one with dresser drawers built into the sides." "It's a double bed?" Ginny hesitated a moment while her waking thoughts came back to mind, and she blushed a little. "But I'm single." "That's quite all right," said the husband. "Someone like you should have no trouble fixing that situation, and that's one less important thing to buy when you do." That decided Ginny, and when the woman's husband (Jacob, his name was) said he would bring it down in two trips, she offered to go up with him and carry it all. When she mentioned she was a farm girl, he gladly agreed. Ginny and Rachel, Jacob's wife, kept up a string of chatter for the four blocks back to Ginny's apartment. Rachel made sure that she knew how to put the bed together and fill the mattress, and Ginny borrowed a hose from the janitor after her shopping was finished and spent the evening in sloppy clothes pumping water in. By the time she finished she was happy at the accomplishment but tired enough to appreciate the warm comfort that the waterbed gave her. The next morning she was much less achy than she expected, but she had to confront the one major problem with waterbeds -- you don't want to get up. She put her old mattress, springs, and frame in the basement for the janitor to dispose of. That afternoon she went to the public library and spent an hour or so browsing in two or three departments when she spotted a face she recognized -- that of the man she called David. He was glancing at a popular book on housing problems, and when he took a seat at a table, she took some courage in both hands. She sat across from him and a little to one side. She pretended to be reading, but she was really looking at him as much as she could without being obvious. And imagining a long conversation with him, hours and hours of getting to know him, ending with a deep and satisfying kiss. She was startled out of her reverie by the buzzer announcing that the library was closing at five. She checked out her book, and he followed her out the door. But they didn't speak. On Tuesday Janine came by her apartment. Janine was probably her closest friend in the city, and the two often ate downtown and did some shopping together after work. Ginny had not thought about it much, and she would have been quite surprised to find out (which she didn't) about all the gossip after Janine reported back that Ginny had not only bought a double bed to share with her boyfriend, but a waterbed! On Thursday, Ginny was waiting in the park as David left work and walked through it, and she took the chance of smiling at him and complimenting him on his tie. He was startled but pleased, and in her first good look at him close up when he was wearing his name badge from work, Ginny saw that he did indeed work for Central Life, and that his name actually was David! The last name began with a C, but she didn't want to stare at it and make out the name -- she was tempted to stare at his face, maybe, but not his name badge. At least they had spoken to each other, she thought on the way home, even if what they said was inconsequential. But life's full of inconsequentials, it's all in how they add up. Ginny sat in front of her television that night, the one with the tiny screen that she had in her bedroom back on the farm, and which she had not yet replaced because, well, she did not watch much television. There was a detective show which the TV critic in the newspaper had said was good and not getting the audience it should. So Ginny decided to try it and see if she agreed. The plot was about someone threatening a dancer in a stage musical who had seen a murder and was going to testify. The police and chase portions were all right, but the couple of dance numbers that were thrown in were really well done. Ginny thought to herself that it was a pity nobody watched variety shows any more -- or at least that was what everybody said. Ginny started to wonder if David liked to dance. She hadn't done much herself since high school, but that was in a way because she liked it too much. Being close to a man for hours, being held close to him, and getting lots of physical exercise would tend to make her mind (and body) dwell on other physical exercise she might have with the man, and she hadn't wanted to go in for that. Not before David anyway. She pictured herself on a dance floor, her body pressed against his, moving gracefully to the music. There would be no words to the music, nothing to occupy the mind at all, only the body. The sound would often be at a volume that precluded conversation, so they depended on more basic language. She would dance, not just to dance with him, but to move *for him.* His eyes would devour her, burning her with the fascination and wonder and desire she read in their depths. He would match her move for move, and when they were not touching each other physically, they were touching nonetheless. He would be more attractive than ever with his face flushed from exertion and his hair curling from the humidity as he worked up a sweat. Doing it for hour after hour until she was thoroughly tired but very happy, knowing that her very tiredness, and presumably his, would act against the desire to spend a lot more time with him after they left the dancing floor. But she knew, she imagined, that this exertion, once she had recovered and rested, would double back on her in the form of a great emptiness at breakfast the next morning, and a hunger of another sort that would be less easy to assuage -- at least without David. That weekend, she drove back to the farm in central Pennsylvania. The snow had finally been cleared away enough (half by the sun, rather than the snowplows) for her to make it in only a half-hour longer than a good-weather time. Ginny missed her family, and that gave her a sort of melancholy even while she was with them. She was not at all convinced by Sunday night that anything was going right for her, that her dreams would not stay all in her mind. The following Monday, Ginny was eating lunch at the counter in a diner a block from where she worked when David walked in. He sat behind her in such a way that she could watch him in the mirror behind the counter, and that he could see her as well. It seemed to her, though of course it could just have been coincidence, that he did watch her from both back and front. But in the nature of things, with the distance between them, she could not be certain. And in any case, he did not stare at her. Just glanced frequently. On the other hand, she did stare, as much as she dared. Her lunch-hour was almost over when he walked in, regrettably, so she had to leave. That night as Ginny tried to read, her thoughts turned to David once again. She looked around her apartment and wondered what the place he lived would look like. Did he still live with his parents? It seemed unlikely, if only because she wanted him to be independent enough to marry. He must live in an apartment; he was of the right age for that. But she could not picture what it would be like. She did not even know where he lived, just the direction that he took from downtown to get there. If she could not imagine his apartment, then she could not imagine being in his apartment, so she had to imagine having him in hers. She imagined him returning here with her after a movie or a dance or a lecture of some sort, having coffee on her couch, and kissing her gently and then more aggressively. Ginny imagined him holding her body to his, then holding her face while his tongue darted into her mouth before returning for a long visit. She would draw back after a while to catch her breath, with a strong light in her eyes and reflected in his. She would draw him back to her mouth as her body awakened, and after a while David would gently open her blouse and place his hand on the bare skin of her chest. Soon, he would have moved his hand down and exposed one breast to his fingers and the light and his lips. Ginny would arch her back towards him and feel a strong desire running through her. As that feeling ran higher in both their bodies, they would draw apart, and he would prepare to leave before they went too far. And here the vision grew unclear, because she was not sure if she wanted it to end that way. Daydream Believer She shook herself and went back to reading, but did not get much further. The echoes of her reverie stayed with her until it was time to go to bed. No, somewhat later than that. On Friday, Ginny stayed downtown after work to eat an early and quick dinner at an Italian restaurant, then went home for a fast change into something prettier and back to the center city for the symphony concert that night. She had been absorbing the music and drifting to it for a time when the intermission caught her by surprise, half dozing. As she returned she looked ahead down the aisle and saw David. When he recognized her face, he nodded and smiled. She began to worry. When she had seen him before, it had been at the end of the show, and while she had not seen a woman with him then, that woman might have gone to retrieve her coat at that moment. And it was very possible that he was not alone here; his girlfriend (probably live-in girlfriend, she suddenly thought) might still be in the ladies' room and about to return. So for the next ten minutes Ginny almost ignored the concert while she stared at the empty seat next to David, until it was filled -- by a middle-aged woman who talked intently to the middle-aged man on her other side. Then Ginny began to drift with the music again, with thoughts of a somewhat different and more sensual kind. That sensuality stayed with her as she prepared for bed that night, since she selected a filmy negligee which she had bought on impulse when she first moved to the city but only worn once since. She normally preferred more practical nightwear, though she had a few times slept nude when she first got the waterbed. That had felt very good, though getting in and out of it was chilly. That would probably be true tonight too, but she wanted the fabric next to her somehow. As she stood at the full-length mirror in her bedroom for a moment, she wondered if she would ever get to model the intimate clothing for David. And that thought returned again as she got under the covers. Here was the one point that she had been reluctant to go over in her mind, because it was so dangerous. How would she feel about, in one sense at least, becoming a woman? Was she really ready to sleep with a man and give him her body and accept his? Did she want to have a man with her forever? Oddly, perversely, the last answer was easier, though it included the other two. Ginny began to fantasize about what it would be like as she drifted off to sleep, halfway between one sort of dream and another. She felt that she really should imagine David in a hotel room with her, carefully taking from her and hanging up an ornate wedding gown, but it was so much simpler and more natural to picture the two of them in this apartment, standing in this room, David holding her and kissing her and the two of them gradually turning the kiss from pleasure to passion. He would drag his mouth away from hers, kissing first one satiny cheek, then the other. Then her eyelids. Then the hair at her temples. His lips would linger at her earlobe, her throat. When his tongue created a hot wet swath along the length of her neck, she would moan softly, thrust her fingers into his hair and urge his mouth back to hers. They would exchange swift words whose details would be swiftly forgotten but whose meaning would always be remembered, words of love and wonder and passion and need. Then David would kiss her again, in a raw and powerful way that would shake her to the core, a core that wept for him. Her knees would weaken and she would fall if not for the grasp of his arms. He would take down the back of the long tight dress she wore until she stood only in panties, because she had chosen to wear a dress that would not need upper support and would make things easier for David, if they got that far this night. He would hold her again and her hands would open her shirt as his mouth sought hers once more. At his gentle urging, she would drop her white panties to the floor, and he would carry her the five steps to her bed and lay her down. He would stand beside the bed for a moment, looking at her, and she would lie on her back, gazing up at him with a combination of anticipation, trust and something else. Fear? No. Not fear. Nor apprehension. But something very close. He would sit beside her. His mouth would brush hers, at first lightly, as if seeking to reassure. Then deeper, to complete the seduction. Her hands would slide inside his open shirt, pressing against his chest, skimming over the planes of muscled flesh. Putting aside her fears that David would find her lovemaking skills disappointing, she would kiss him on the chest. And then he would almost force her back and his mouth would be on one breast. His fingers would caress, his mouth roam. He would kiss her breasts, her nipples. His lips would spark along her collarbone, her ribcage. When David would place his palm against Ginny's mound, the heat inside her would be so great she could feel the flesh melting. And indeed there would be a flood of moisture. Her hips would rise involuntarily, seeking more of this moment, seeking relief. She would murmur a ragged protest when he would release her and leave the bed to take off his own clothes. He would reveal his broad shoulders and sinewy arms, and his chest, dusted lightly with hair, would gleam in the light. Her eyes would follow that arrow of hair down, and see his manhood stir with arousal, growing as she watched and he saw her do so. He would return to the bed and pull her to him. She would cling to him, submitting joyously to whatever he asked, allowing him to take her wherever he would. She would rejoice in the touch of David's fingers at the nest of curls where her thighs met, the tug of his teeth on a nipple, the strength of his long legs as they tangled with hers. When he could take little more and she was already drifting on a cloud of sensation, he would shift to lie on top of her, careful not to crush her. His lips would touch hers in almost a benediction as he reached between their bodies and stroked her clitoris until dampness flowed over his fingers. He would take his shaft in his hand and rub it against the nub of flesh. "I don't want to hurt you," he would say. Her hands would slow their journeys up and down his back. The tension inside her would build as he ever so gently slipped inside her. Just barely, but enough to send her senses soaring. "That could never happen," she would reply. When he slowly wihdrew, she would moan, from deep in her throat. And then he was back, entering her by inches, pleasuring her beyond words. Her hands would frame his face. He would lower his head, touching his lips to hers as he withdrew, and then returned, repeating the tiny strokes until every pore in her body was screaming for release. It would be torment and paradise at once. His movements, designed to coax her to orgasm, would arouse him also beyond his capacity, and his body would take over his mind as he surged the rest of the way into her. There would be a pain as he entered her, she felt, first sharp, then sweet. Grabbing onto her hips, he would hold himself absolutely rigid, allowing her time to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion of her body and for him to gather his self-control back from its fragments. And then he would begin to move, withdrawing almost all the way, then returning even deeper. Her legs would wrap around his lean hips, begging him with words and motions not to stop now. They would prolong the experience such as they could, going higher and higher, until they crested and drifted back to earth with their hands clasped and lips touching. And so Ginny slept, alone only in the trivial reality. On Saturday, January 22nd, Ginny went downtown for no good reason but wanting to get out and walk around. She bundled up in a heavy coat because she intended to spend much of the day outdoors. Noon found her near where she worked, and she entered the diner where she had seen David once. This time she was in a booth, since the Saturday lunch traffic was much lighter, and she saw David as he walked down the street and turned in. This time he sat at the counter and both of them (it seemed to her) prolonged their meals to watch each other. Maybe she was deluding herself about her interest, but she could hope. She finished first by a little, since her order had just been taken when she first saw him. She paused down the block, knowing that his plate had been taken away before she left, and saw him emerge. She wondered what the police would think of a complaint that a woman was following a handsome man around, but that was what she did now. David went only a few blocks before going into a second-hand bookstore. Ginny entered a little behind him, but circled around so that she was waiting at the first corner he turned inside. That way she had evidently entered before him and was only a little further along. She led him around, finding herself really interested as much in the books as in glimpses of David, but also finding that the really interesting books were too expensive for her. As for that really interesting man, he was within reach, but she was too chicken. A price of a different sort, perhaps. A pearl of great price, she was beginning to think. But she found something she wanted and could afford, and was just coming out of the shop after an hour and wondering if this adventure was going to have to end when Ginny saw Janine coming down the street. "Is that David?" Janine asked, pointing at the man just stepping to the sales counter. "Yes," Ginny said truthfully but nervously. "He looks like a good catch!" And Janine hurried on. Ginny was very thankful for the shortness of the conversation, needless to say. She walked into the park which lay between the building where she worked and the bus stop where David would be going home from. He *might* be heading this way now -- though she sort of hoped that she would see more of him today. She stopped to admire the pattern of icicles hanging from the trees at one point, and, yes, he was coming this way! But he stopped also, a little way from her, and also looked at the crystals hanging down. She glanced at David from time to time, and she thought that he was looking at her. But the time spent standing still had almost gotten absurd when he walked by her and went to the street where his bus stop was. But he did not go to the stop. He went to the window of the department store near it. Ginny followed him and also looked at the display, She looked some at the merchandise, some at his reflection. And the way he stood, his attention may have been similarly divided. But then he turned at looked directly and openly at her for several seconds before walking into the store. He stopped at the jewelry counter, within sight of the door she now stood at. He quickly selected a woman's brooch, inexpensive but very nice. Ginny though that it was one she would like to own, that it would go well with the coat she had on now -- but she was certain that he was buying it for his girlfriend, that live-in girlfriend whom she was getting to hate without ever meeting her -- or being sure she existed. He seemed to be hesitant about buying it, however, and stood a while deliberating. When the salesclerk rang it up, Ginny walked on, her emotions mixed. She wandered through the shopping district for another hour, only thinking about David every few minutes. Then she saw him walking down the street toward her. The attraction and disappointment combined made her unwilling to pass him, so she turned into a coffee-shop between them. It was, after all, four o'clock now, and her legs were tired. When she sat, David walked in. But instead of sitting, he walked to the men's room. And when he returned, the cashier greeted him; evidently they knew each other from past years somewhere. And then Carla and her boyfriend Robert walked by on their way out. Carla waved him on, saying she would be there in a moment. She dropped into the booth facing Ginny and said: "So, that's David, talking to the cashier. He looks like your description." Ginny nervously but silently nodded. "I'd love to meet him, but we have to get going. Meet him soon, I hope!" And Carla breezed on. Then David turned from the cashier, who was busy with customers, now, and walked towards her. And he said: "I hope that I don't offend you by being so forward, but I seem to be running into you everywhere lately, and I hate to defy fate, if that is what it is. "You are not wearing a wedding ring, or an engagement ring, so I hoped that you are unattached..." Ginny nodded in shock. "And to compensate for disturbing you, and maybe bribe you into putting up with me, I would like to give you something that I thought would complement your coat." And he took out the box from the department store and showed her the brooch. "My name is David." "M-Mine is Ginny." And it turned out a lot better than she had dreamed. Daydream Believer Leslie was an average girl, with a pretty much normal life and steamy side that no one really knew. She was also a pretty predictable girl; she always tied her long brownish hair back when she worked, ran or cooked, she only read or painted at night so that all her attentions in the day were focused. She was single but always looking for someone to fill the void, but no one ever fit. The one thing Leslie hated about her life was that it was routine. She worked a first shift job that took up all of her week but left her weekends free. Every Friday she would go to the same bar, looking for the same type of guy. She never had any real fantasies that she spoke about out loud and sex to her was something that could be enjoyed but she had never experienced that side of it yet. Every guy she had ever met was either too rough or not rough enough. Still, she never thought that sex was blah, it was just...sex. Like every woman she had qualities that she was looking for but she always seemed to settle for what was in front of her, and she rarely caught the ones she wanted. She met Nate with no real attentions attached to him as a partner. He was smart, had a great sense of humor, an adorably cute smile, and eyes that made you want to melt into yourself. Leslie liked him almost right away, but merely as a friend. It never occurred to her that he could be something more until one night she had a dream... Nate sat in an over-stuffed chair in the corner of Leslie's bedroom, silently watching. Laughing softly she went over to him to sit in his lap. He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her slowly, shifting up against her slightly, grinding a little as he stared into her dark green eyes. Leslie slowly kissed him, letting her tongue glide over his bottom lip. Her hands held on to his neck as she shifted slightly, letting her skirt slide up her thighs softly. Nate moaned gently into her mouth as he licked at her tongue softly, his member getting harder in its confinement as he ground up into her deeper, feeling her skirt slide up more. She could feel him hunger to feel her wetness. She felt the fabric of his jeans against her naked thigh, causing small sparks of friction to make its way into her womanly center. With the feeling of it her nipples harden to almost the point of pain. Not breaking the kiss she unbuttons her shirt, slowly and deliberately freeing her mounds of soft flesh. He groaned loudly into her mouth, his shirt already discarded as he began to rub his chest against hers back and forth, she felt their flesh collide as his fingers slid down to her thigh, gently caressing there and up her skirt now, feeling how hot and moist she had become... Leslie woke with a sweaty jerk. Her clit throbbed unexpectedly and her breath came out in short pants. The dream on some level scared her, she had never had such a vivid dream about someone she had never slept with. She had told herself that she had only thought of him as a friend, but now as the pleasure of her dream still burned within her abdomen and the wetness between her thighs told her more than her head did. She was nowhere near a shy girl, but now every time she saw Nate her cheeks would flush and she'd avoid him by only saying hello and saying she had somewhere else to be. And more and more her daily attentions were becoming caught up in the thought of the night before. As her week drug on after that first erotic dream, she began to find her mind wandering even more. On a certain day she was dragging in to work from lack of sleep and on her lunch break she fell asleep at her desk. Her dream started out like the first, hazy in the beginning but becoming more vivid quickly... She felt Nate's chest slide against her nipples and the bits of metal that hung from them, causing her to moan into him. Her fingers traveled down his torso and found his belt loops. She grabbed them to pull her pelvis closer to his, raising her body slightly. This caused her mouth to crush more into his. She felt Nate's erection throb from inside its confines. Leslie is suddenly aware that her clit needs to feel open from its lacy cage. He uses his arms to lift her up slightly as he pulls both her skirt and panties down, sliding them down her legs and away as he moans into her neck. Nate sucks at her neck as he starts to rub his fingertips along her naked folds, feeling the wetness there. Leslie's head leans back slightly, making her long dark hair fall down the middle of her back. She sighs as his lips grace her neck. Her fingers grasp at the button of his jeans, hearing it pop open makes her moan as it coincides with his fingers on the hard nub of her clit. She unzips his fly and as she does she lifts her arms to his neck to hold on to him. "You'll have to stand to let them fall." Her voice comes out huskily. He picks her up into his arms, letting his jeans fall to the ground as he sucked on her neck deeper. He steps out of his jeans and carries her over to the bed, his erection rubbing against her skin as they walk. He lays her back onto the bed slowly, licking his lips as he sucks at her neck. He licks along her neck as he starts to rub between her thighs slowly, sliding down her body as he grins. He moves further down, spreading her legs slowly. In the dimly lit room Leslie grins slightly as she lets him spread her legs, opening her thighs. Her hands run through his longish sandy hair as his body moves down the length of hers. Her head leans further back into the pillow as her eyes flutter closed as she feels his breath at her navel. Nate moans softly against her stomach, licking and sucking around her navel. He then drags his tongue down the very center of her, tasting her wet folds now. Taking one between his lips, he sucks on it softly and slowly, moaning so she can feel the vibrations of his voice through her. Leslie's breasts heave as her breathing speeds up slightly in pleasure. His name escapes her lips in a breathy moan... Leslie woke with a start at someone's hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the smiling face of her best friend, Heather. "So who's Nate?" "W-What?!" Leslie's eyes got wide as she realized that she had been talking in her sleep. "Oh he's no one." She could feel her cheeks flood with color as she spoke. "Yeah right, he's obviously someone the way you were shifting in your seat and moaning his name." Heather sat on Leslie's desk and stared into her eyes. "You were having a sex dream, weren't you? I could tell." Leslie's cheeks flashed a brilliant red, giving her away. Her best friend simply chuckled at her and walked away. Leslie stared after her in an awkward silence. The rest of her day was less than normal. At the oddest times she'd find Heather grinning broadly at her or she'd start to remember some of her dream and she would feel a warm gush between her legs. Matters got worse when she was had to stop at the grocery store before heading home. She was standing in the fresh vegetables section when she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a familiar voice. "Hey Leslie." She turned to stare into the green-eyed god of her dreams. She could feel her cheeks flush. "Oh, hi Nate." Her eyes seemed directed at the lengthy cucumber she had in her hands and it made her blush harder. She looked in the only direction she could, in his eyes. She must have been staring at him longer than she'd expected and she had barely heard a word he said until he asked her "Is something wrong?" "Oh, no. Sorry." Her eyes once again turned downward as her hand clenched around the vegetable. Her palms were becoming sweaty and her face felt hot. When he placed a finger under her chin to lift her eyes to his, her skin nearly moaned in desire. Her clover green eyes softened as they stared at him, she could feel her mind begin to drift uncontrollably... Her pussy throbs heatedly at his lips. Leslie's hips rise in strain to try to meet his tongue, wanting to bring it closer, deeper. Her fingers clasp and unclasp in his hair as waves of pleasurable heat course through her body. Nate curls his tongue up against her clit slowly, rubbing it with the tip. He moans louder, feeling her pussy drip onto his lips. He then takes her clit between his lips and begins to suck erotically, rubbing his fingers over her body, up towards her breasts. He pulls on her nipple rings gently as he rocks his head between her thighs. Her back arches bringing her breasts more fully into his hands and her clit more fully into his mouth, getting him deeper. She moans in small gasps and small beads of sweat form at the back of her neck and at the juncture of her thighs as her body begins to rise in temperature. She can feel her moisture glide onto his tongue and every time he moans into her she can feel it deeply which only adds to her mounting pleasures. Her moans have become louder telling him that she is nearer to release. He groans louder into her tight wet hole, digging his tongue into her now, tongue fucking her deeply as he rubs her clit each time he pulls out and pushes back in. He starts to suck at her engorged clit, hard, deep, wanting her to cum all over his mouth and feel it run over his tongue and down his throat. Wanting to drink from her as he grips her nipples harder. Her hips follow the motion of his tongue, grinding them along with his mouth. The moment she feels him suck her clit between his teeth, her body breaks loose. Her juices flow out of her evenly as she shouts his name in between throaty moans. Her thighs are burning as her vaginal muscles clasp and unclasp on his tongue. He licks at her in deep strokes, taking all of her juices with the tip of his tongue... Leslie's mind jerks her back into reality as she felt foreign lips on her own. She backed up suddenly, hitting the display of cucumbers sharply. Her eyes go wide and her breathing becomes labored. She stares at him as he simply stands across from her. His cheeks are flushed and she glances down to notice that he has a hard-on raging in his pants. She gasps slightly and nearly runs from him up to the cash register, as she notices the cucumber still in her hands. She can feel hot stinging tears of embarrassment ride down her cheeks as she mentally beats herself up for daydreaming right in front of him. In horrified shock she wonders what she did in front of him. Her tears mix with the rain as she runs to her car. Her phone rang several times once she got home, they all were Nate. She sat silently trembling in her bed. She had no clue why she was acting this way, I mean he had obviously not been turned off by it, or he wouldn't be calling her. After Nate had called for about the seventh time, Leslie was exhausted and soon fell asleep, her dreams always picking up where the last had left off... He moans loudly as he licks and drinks all of her juices. Rolling his tongue around her pussy and sucking everything he can as he drags his fingertips along her hard nipples. His fingers still playing at her nipples cause her vaginal walls to quiver again, bringing on more juices and pleasurable bursts. She moans slightly embarrassed at her second orgasm coming so quickly after the first one. Her eyes shut and her back arches more fully as his tongue continues to stroke her. Her hands play and slightly tug in his sandy hair and she whispers in a shaky voice. "Please fuck me." He slides his hands up over her shoulders as he rises above her. Pulling her legs around him as he starts to grind up against her. He lowers his mouth upon her nipple, pulling at it with his teeth as he rolls the tip of his moist cock against her clit. Her hips burn as his erection merely rolls across her clit, but doesn't enter. Her hands roam his back, grasping at it slightly, rocking his body into hers more fully. Her fingernails rake softly across his skin and she locks her ankles right above his ass, pulling him closer to her. In breathy sighs she pleads for him to enter her. He moans against her breast as he slowly enters her, making her want it even more than ever. He rolls his hips as he pushes up into her, his thick hard cock rocking up into her completely now as he starts to grind with her. She groans slightly as he enters her slowly, teasing her. Her thighs tighten around his hips as she feels his erection throb within her, causing sparks of heat and wetness to build up in her abdomen. She pushes her heels slightly into his lower back, urging him to go deeper. He slides easily inside of her tightness, her juices work as natural lubricants. Her hips grind slowly and deeply to meet his, and she bites her lower lip trying to fight the urge to cum again. He slowly thrusts into her deeper than ever. He groans up against her neck now, licking and sucking at it passionately as his entire body is pressed to hers. His hard throbbing cock moves in and out of her tight dripping wet hole. He starts to rock into her a little faster, wanting her to cum all over his member, and also wanting to cum all inside of her... Leslie woke again with a jerk, only to find her body sprawled on the bed with her thighs open wide. Her body tingles at the pleasure that waves through her. Almost disoriented she looks down at her naked form and in slight shock she spies a foreign object crammed into her tight womanly center. Her fingers shake as she takes it out, her moans coming out of her as if her body is sad that the object is leaving. Her eyes widen as she stares at the intrusion. Her fingers are becoming wet from the juices that stream down the green leathery peel of the cucumber from the market. Her face flushes completely as she realizes she hadn't fallen asleep. She had just been daydreaming again, but this trip took her farther than before. Her body throbs and she realizes she never finished her orgasm. Biting her lower lip she looks again at the hot vegetable in her hands. She throws away any inhibitions and gently places the tip of the cucumber at her clit. Her hips buck underneath her as she moans throatily. Shoving the vegetation into her wet gaping body, her moans become cries of pleasure. Her ears focus on the wet slippery sounds of her pleasure as waves of it roll over her skin. The natural texture of the cucumber causing sweeter sensations within her. She can feel the bumps of it ride along her inner cavern and it causes her hips to rut on the cucumber as if it were real flesh. The highest plateau of ecstasy hit her and her body shakes heavenly, causing cascades of clear liquid juices to stream in between her fingers. Her breath tries to slow itself in the glowing aftermath of her orgasm. Her eyelids flutter closed in a dreamy stupor. She is still in this sleep-like state when her phone rings again. Without thinking she picks it up and hardly recognizes her own voice as it takes on a husky tone. "Hello." "Leslie?" The voice on the other end is Nate's. Leslie's throat tightened and she tried to speak, but her nervousness claimed her once again. "Leslie?" Leslie breaks out of her shell slightly. "Yes, Nate." At the huskiness of her voice and the way his name rolls off her lips, she can hear his breath catch slightly. In almost a rush outside of her self she asks him to come over, not really knowing why she needed his company so badly. She only knew that she didn't want to be alone. She sat curled up in the chair that sat in the corner of her room, her mind drifted to erotic thoughts in spurts as she waited for him. And that's where she was when he found her. Leslie looked up at him through lust-heavy lids. She simply stayed sitting in the chair as he crossed the room. The moment that they stared at each other seemed to stretch into an eternity, the air sparked with electrical tension. It actually took Leslie a moment to realize she was still naked, but the thought of it didn't embarrass her. She shut her eyes, as if willing herself to wake up scared that she was daydreaming again. A finger on her chin brought her eyes open. Nate was crouched down and looking into her eyes. She could feel her own body tingle in response to his nearness as he leaned in to kiss her lips softly yet deeply. A moan forced itself past her lips as they opened more to receive him. Their kiss deepened and her body nearly screamed out another moan as she felt his thumbs run over the taunt peak of her nipples. Leslie could feel her inner thighs become slightly wet as her juices began to form. Her skin felt like it was on fire as her mind raced, loudly hoping that this was real. Her eyes opened when she felt her weight shift as Nate carried her over to her bed. Her emotions pooled and nearly overflowed at the sweetness he showed as he laid her down. His name breathed past her lips as her hands brought his face and mouth into hers once again. Leslie couldn't help but laugh softly at the fact that Nate was still fully clothed. Her fingers boldly traced the edges of his shirt and pulled it off swiftly, loving the sight of her first view of his naked flesh. Her eyes looked into his and she saw a desire that matched her own, making her cheeks flush slightly red. She raised her knees so that her thighs set on either side of Nate's hips. Having him straddling her in such a way, she could feel his throbbing hard erection through his pants resting against her womanly center. She smiled as her fingers traced the waistband of his pants, just teasing his skin, never going down in them. He groaned against her neck as he began to trail his tongue down the column of her throat. At the feeling of his tongue on her skin, her hips involuntarily shifted towards him, making his erection and the fabric of his pants rub against her clit. She moaned louder. Her fingers trembled slightly, though not from fear, as they found the button to his pants and slowly undid them. Her clit throbs for him as her legs spread wider. Nate's fingers travel slowly down her body, stopping to tug softly on one of her nipple rings before resting his fingertips at her sweet nub. She leans her head back as she moans in desire. Her fingers skillfully open and slide his pants past his hips and he finishes pulling them down with one hand while his other hand softly fingers her private lips. She can feel his member nearly spring free from its fabric cage and her fingers curl around the velvety tip. She can feel Nate moan her name against her neck as his fingers slowly began to dip in and out of her dripping cunt. Her hips buck as his fingers enter her. They slide easily in and out of her as she can feel her own juices getting smeared along his fingertips. His member throbs in her fingers as they encircle his tip. She sighs at the hardness and thickness of it, needing to feel it filling her. She moans out the word please, not knowing where the huskiness in her own voice is coming from. Nate looks into her eyes and she can see the need in him as well. He places his hands underneath her ass to lift her up slightly as he positions his hardening cock at the base of her opening. They look at each other in lingering moments before he thrusts himself fully into her. Her body jerks in pleasure as he fills her suddenly and he lets his member linger inside her before he begins his powerful thrusts. Leslie wraps her thighs around him and locks her legs at the ankles about his waist. His thrusts are pushed into her deeper as her legs keep his body close to hers. She can feel the spirals of pleasure crawling up her spine in deliberate pleasurable agony. Her body arches towards Nate with every move and their moans mingle together. She feels the first signs of his precum spreading through her walls and they clench and unclench around his member. Her orgasm begins to build in great lengths. Her legs press him in closer to her as his thrusts become better in speed and pressure. She can feel her body heat rise and her thighs tremble as her pleasure is released. Her moans rise above Nate's groans and she can feel his cock twitch and begin to release inside of her, mixing pleasures. Her mouth finds his and they kiss, letting their tongues simulate the sex that they just shared. Her body tingles on every nerve in that gratifying way that cause your breath to catch. Daydream Believer Never breaking the kiss, and never dislodging his wonderful member she rolls him underneath her. She straddles him, raising her hips to grind them up and down on his member, slowly. She kisses his lips softly before leaning up and back slightly to take one of his nipples between her teeth, softly biting and sucking hard on it. He groans loudly as she bites and sucks on his hard nipple, his chest heaving out towards her as he tilts his head back. Grinding his already hardening member up into her, their lubrications making him moan even more. One of her free hands snakes down his abdomen until it reaches the base of his cock. Feeling the sticky mixture of juices, she drags her thumb into it, wetting her digit. Her moist thumb drags itself across his other nipple. Her tongue licks at it, making it hard before she takes it fully in her mouth, sucking it. He groans as he rocks up into her longer and harder, going wild as he watches her suck at his nipple. She can feel his precum forming yet again as he grunts louder with each slam into her tight wet pussy. Almost sadly she takes her mouth away from his nipple. Rising so she sits fully on his hardening cock, she uses her hips and thighs to raise her whole body up and down on him, meeting his thrusts. One of her hands rests on his hip bone, using it as support as her other hand curls itself around the base of his erection, feeling her own juices seep down on it. Every time her body goes up, her hand follows soon after, causing sweet friction. Nate groans even louder now as he arches his back, and he slam fucks up into her. His breathing out of control, he looks into her eyes as he calls out her name louder and louder. Unable to keep the pace with her hand, she lets it rest on his hip with the other one. This allows her to ride harder with him. Her clit throbs and she feels the familiar burn that starts in her thighs and spreads. She calls out to him, telling him she is going to cum. Their thrusts work harder and she arches her back fully, her fingers grip and pull on her nipple rings as her juices again coat his erection and thighs. Her body shakes with the pleasure of it and she moans his name as she cums. He jerks and shakes against her as she floods all over his member, it throbs inside of her and she feels it become even harder as he suddenly slams up into her. Releasing himself yet again inside of her, he cries out for her to squeeze his cock as it fills her. She rises slightly from him and she complies to his wishes. One of her hands snakes down to grab the base of his member, squeezing it pleasurably. Her other hand cradles his sac before squeezing and massaging each of his testicles. She moans loudly at the feeling juices mixing yet again. His eyes roll back into his head as he slams and rocks into her, cumming like a hurricane. Her clit throbs at the feeling of it and her body shakes in dry pleasurable waves. As their breathing returns to normal, she dislodges his member from her and lays her body down next to his. Her voice is almost in a whisper. "I can't believe this is real." Unaware that he even heard her, she jerks her head up as he replies. "I've always been a daydream believer." She gapes slightly but smiles and lets rest take over her body. Her nights again are filled with dreams, but these stem from reality. Daydream Believer I can't believe I lost so much time daydreaming today. I'm actually kind of embarrassed about it; you know what my classload is like this semester, Sylvie. I don't have time to daydream, especially not with finals coming up. Remember how I told you I was going to the library today and I was going to really hit the books hard for at least five hours? Shyeah. Like that happened. It's not fair, having weather this nice when we're trying to study! And it's extra not fair having a library with big, wide, panoramic windows that show the whole freaking campus! Here I am, staring at engineering textbooks that can make a student's eyes glaze over at the best of times, and what am I looking out over? Hacky sack, frisbee, and sun-tanning! I think I got about two paragraphs in before my eyes wandered up over the textbook to stare at the warm, sunny afternoon. I tried to keep my focus at first, I really did. I dragged my eyes back down to circuit diagrams and tried to calculate resistances, but every few minutes my pencil would just start doodling and my eyes would drift back out to gaze aimlessly. I could just picture it in my head, the lazy heat of late spring and the breeze just strong enough to cool that heat off. It just felt so vivid to me that the real world of the library just sort of faded away, and the only thing I saw was the picture inside my head. I was sun-bathing. I don't really tan, actually; I'm an engineering student, I think it's in our contract that we have to have milk-white skin regardless of gender. But in my daydream, I was in a tiny little electric blue bikini, and I was spreading out my towel, and everyone was looking at me--and not in that creepy, weird, "Does she know she has that mole there?" sort of way, like I always worry everyone's looking at me when I'm showing any skin. No, they were looking at me like I was actually pretty--oh, shush, Sylvie. You always say that. And in the daydream, I lay down on my towel, and just as I got out the suntan lotion, one of the hacky sack players broke away from the game and wandered over to me. And he knelt down next to me, and he said, "Do you need any help putting the lotion on?" He had just the tiniest trace of a French accent, and he looked...don't laugh, okay? He looked like Adrien Brody in 'King Kong'. And I looked at those long, slender hands and I gave this tiny little nod, because the sun was so warm and I was already so relaxed and it just felt like too much effort to move, even in my daydream. I could imagine it so perfectly, Sylvie. It felt way more real than the library. I could actually feel the coolness of the lotion as it dribbled out of the bottle onto my back, and I could feel the warmth of his hands as he worked it into my skin. It felt so good, like all my muscles were melting, and I let out a little whimper. Then I realized I'd actually whimpered out loud. That snapped me out of the daydream pretty quick. I know I was blushing as I looked around, but it must not have been that loud because nobody was glaring at me or anything. I tried to refocus my eyes; I must have sat there blinking for about a solid minute before the text looked like anything but blurry squiggles to me. I'm sure it was totally obvious to anyone who looked that I was off in la-la land. My trip back to reality didn't last long at all. I read about six pages before I realized that I couldn't actually tell you what was on any of them; I'd just been sitting there, turning pages and staring at the text without really taking any of it in. My eyes were seeing the words, but my mind was seeing the warm towel again, and feeling the hands on my body rubbing and massaging the lotion in. The campus had totally vanished, now; I was on a sandy beach, somewhere in the Mediterranean, staring off at that warm water that's such a bright shade of blue that it almost seems fake. I didn't know why my brain had decided on the Mediterranean, but a little voice in the back of my head kept describing it, and it sounded so good that I found myself going right along with the idea. The waves kept washing in onto the shore, making that dull crash that fades into a dull roar, and it all felt...perfect. And after a while, the water seemed to float in, like the tide, but it was okay because I was on a raft. It felt even better that way, because I could actually feel the waves as well as see them and hear them, and it felt like I could drift and float that way forever. Those fingers kept rubbing and rubbing, and my eyes slid closed, and all I felt in the dream was warm sunshine on my back and warm water rippling against my fingers. All I had to do was relax and take it all in. All I had to do was let myself feel everything. All I had to do was lose myself in the fantasy. That's when I heard a little whisper tell me, "Why don't I take your top off so I can rub the lotion in everywhere?" And it seemed so natural; even though my body was sitting there in the library, and on some level I knew that, on another level I knew that nobody would know what was going on in my mind's eye. I could let the daydream become a little bit sexy, and that was okay. Nobody would know. Nobody would mind. I heard the whisper again, saying, "It'll feel so good to let me rub the lotion everywhere," and if I was melty in the daydream before, I was absolutely liquid now. I didn't even nod, I just knew that they'd know, because we were all alone together and there was nothing at all wrong with letting whatever happened just happen. All I had to do was know that, and go along with that, and everything would be wonderful. It was wonderful. I felt the fingers pull at the string that held my top on, and again at the strings that held my bottom on, and my bikini seemed to sort of...melt away, as those fingers found their way everywhere. It's weird to think about how totally and completely I lost myself in that fantasy. I mean, there might have been anything going on around me, and there I was, just staring vacantly into space as I imagined a stranger petting my ass and rubbing my pussy. I probably wouldn't even have noticed if someone had shouted, "Yo, Erica!" at me. And I rolled over, and that felt even better, because those hands could get everywhere now. I felt fingers strumming my nipples, and I bucked upwards just a little and spread my legs wide open so that my pussy was wide open for them. And I knew that everything was alright, everything was perfect. I was just going along with the flow, going along with the fantasy, and that was fine. That was exactly what I needed to do. All I needed to do was let the fantasy take me wherever it took me, and know that deep down, that was what I secretly wanted all along. I...um...it's kind of weird saying this, Sylvie, because I know we've been friends for almost a year now and I don't want to wreck that, but...in the fantasy? I'm not sure when it happened, but the person putting on the suntan lotion stopped being Adrien Brody and started being you. And the person fingering me and rubbing me and leaning down to lick my tits...that was definitely you. It really weirded me out at first. I sort of lost the fantasy, but my brain didn't really want to go back to reality, either. I was still too dreamy and unfocused and...um, yeah. And horny. I sat there for a while, looking out the window but not seeing anything, not sure really what to think about at all. I kind of drifted into a different fantasy; this time, I was lying on a waterbed, and the motion of the bed reminded me so much of the motion of the raft that it sent me right back into that same drifty, floaty state of mind. Looking back, I'm not sure I ever really left it. And then I felt someone crawling into bed next to me, and even before I looked, I knew it was you--the way you just know things in daydreams without needing to see them, you know? And we were both naked, and your skin felt so fucking good against mine, just a little cool from the air conditioning but warming up so fast wherever I touched it, and there was that little voice in the back of my head again telling me, "This is what you wanted, this is what you secretly wanted all along..." And I remember blinking, like I couldn't really believe it was happening, but I felt your fingers stroking the back of my neck and it felt so real to me, Sylvie! It felt so real that I just sank back into the daydream, only this time we were on a camping trip together. And we were sharing a sleeping bag, and I was lying on my back, looking up at the stars while you reached down and fingered my pussy. And you were whispering in my ear, telling me how hot it was, telling me how good it felt, telling me how all I needed to do was just give in and believe it, and the stars sparkled and danced and I felt myself drawn into them like my body was blazing just like they were... But it still didn't feel right. It still didn't feel like what I secretly wanted, even though everything in my mind was telling me that it was. I let go of the fantasy, but I couldn't let go of the thoughts of you. I was still in the library, but it was just another daydream. In this daydream, you were sitting right next to me, like the person who was there had gotten up and you'd sneaked in and sat down while I was staring off into space, and you were talking to me. And the weird thing was that you were saying exactly what I was thinking. Every time you spoke, it was the exact same thing I thought in my head. And that was so cool, and so weird, that I forgot to even think about exactly what it was that I was thinking and you were saying. And suddenly, in the daydream, I thought about how horny I was, and how sexy you were, and how hot it would be to sneak off and find someplace to have sex. And I took your hand, and it felt warm in mine, and everything seemed so totally real to me. It felt totally real when we stood up and you started to lead me off towards the stacks. And the whole time, I kept thinking, "Sylvie's so hot. This is what I secretly wanted. This is going to feel so good, better than the best sex I ever had," and this time I knew it was true. I couldn't deny it anymore. It felt too real to me. I could even see your lips mirroring my thoughts, and I just couldn't fight the truth of it anymore. You led me down into the stacks, deep down into the archives until we couldn't hear anyone breathing but us anymore. It felt so right, so magical and charmed as you pressed me back against a bookshelf and kissed me so hard it took my breath away. I heard myself moaning into your mouth, and I felt you unzip my pants and reach inside the waistband of my panties. They were soaking wet, Sylvie. Wetter than I've ever been in my life. I was totally lost in the fantasy, lost in the daydream. I knew that the voice in the back of my head was right. I wanted you. I needed you. And I realized right then that you'd wanted me ever since you first saw me. It felt absolutely fucking perfect, Sylvie. You pulled up my t-shirt, undid my bra and dropped it on the floor, and then you pressed my hands to my own tits. And I knew as soon as you did it that they were locked there, that they wouldn't be able to move until I came, and your words echoed my thoughts before I even thought them and that felt so utterly right that I almost came right there. But I didn't, because I knew you wanted to lick me first. And you did. You dropped to your knees and buried your face in my panties, inhaling my scent and rubbing your face against the damp fabric until I moaned in utter, aching need. Then you pulled my pants and panties down and licked and licked and licked, and I knew that anyone walking by would see me with my pants around my ankles and my shirt around my neck, bare-ass naked and getting eaten out and that was so fucking hot and sexy and I came and I came and I came. I couldn't stop. You didn't want me to stop, and in my daydream, everything you wanted was the right thing for me to do and say and think and feel. And when I finally sagged down onto your face enough that you could tell I couldn't come anymore, you stood up and kissed me, and I could taste myself on your lips. And I suddenly wondered what you tasted like, but I also knew I'd have to wait to find out. I've been thinking about it all day, Sylvie. I haven't been able to stop. I hope that doesn't creep you out, because I really...I just really need to taste you. I really need to lick your pussy. That was why I wanted to tell you about all this, Sylvie, because I realized that the feelings I had in the daydream are real. I know it now, deep in my deepest self. When I fantasized about you, that was just my deepest self telling me what I secretly wanted all along. And you were so sweet in my daydream, helping me get dressed, walking me back up to my chair, sitting me down...you gave me the tiniest little caress on the back of my neck, and somehow I knew it was a promise of more. And then, in my daydream, you walked away, and I sat there for a while before I finally refocused back on the real world and started to get into my textbook again. I wish I knew what I did with my pencil while I was off daydreaming, though. THE END Daydream Believer I suppose it all began with a daydream. Mandy was new to our office and had been given the desk next to mine. I always found it difficult to talk to girls, and even more difficult to talk to pretty girls. Just passing the time of day with Mandy was nigh on impossible, she was that beautiful. Anyway; the daydream. I was stood here waiting for the tube when I had it, my mind wandering to Mandy. We had actually exchanged more than automatic greetings that day, she had asked me for some help regarding a piece of paperwork. Although it was just work talk it was an improvement on 'good morning' and I relished the chance of a conversation with her, even if I couldn't say what I wanted to say. That was what the daydream was really about; it had made me think. There was nothing sexual involved, such as what she looked like naked, that one I usually saved until I was at home. It was simply musing about asking her out for a drink, something I knew I'd never be able to do. I smiled to myself and opened my eyes. "Hello Dave. I don't remember seeing you smile like that before." It was Mandy, standing next to me on the tube platform with a wry grin on her face. "M...M...Mandy. W...What are you d...doing here?" I managed to say. Her grin widened into a smile. "Catching the tube silly, what else do you do at a tube station?" I went a bright red. "S...sorry. S...stupid question." I was really flustered now. "Are you always so suave around women?" Mandy laughed, taking pity on my woeful attempts at conversation. I was about to try and make a witty retort when I dropped my briefcase that I had been nervously fiddling with. As I quickly bent to retrieve it so did Mandy. Our heads met with a thud. "Ow! That hurt." I said, looking back up and seeing......my own face wearing a puzzled expression! "What the hell just happened?" The other me said. Only one thing occurred to me. "Mandy? Is that you in my body?" "I think so." "Then that must mean..." "You are in mine. This is surreal, it can't be happening." "But it is. What can we do?" There was a pause, then the Mandy-me suggested. "We could try banging our heads together again." "Worth a shot I suppose. When you're ready?" Mandy nodded my head. We pressed our foreheads against one another, pulled back a little and then smacked into each other. "Oww!" "Damn!" We looked at each other. "Didn't work did it?" I said. "No. Try again, but harder?" "Okay." SMACK! "Good grief that hurt." She said. "Anything?" "Well, I've got a splitting headache now, but other than that..." I shrugged. "No point in me asking for a date now then." Mandy grinned. Briefly I wondered if I looked like that when I used that face to grin. "That's a very boyish thing to say." I accused instead. "Well, I am a boy at the moment." She laughed. "Well, I wouldn't say something like that to a pretty girl." I muttered, forgetting that I was the pretty girl just now. Then suddenly the same thought appeared to occur to both of us. "You'll see my..." I said, my eyes closing. "And you'll see..." Mandy said, her hand going to her/my mouth. "I think we'd better stay together. Who lives closest, me or you?" "Fifth stop down the line." Mandy said. "Mine is the sixth. So we'll get off for your place and then have another think. How does that sound?" "First sensible suggestion I've heard from MY mouth." Mandy smiled. I was sure she was making better use of my face than I ever did. The tube train arrived, giving me a surprise when a blast of air lifted my/Mandy's skirt. Luckily I had my hands down already. Mandy silently nodded her thanks. She led me onto the train, grasping my hand amidst the crush of people. We couldn't afford to lose each other, both having the keys to one flat and the knowledge of the other flats location. We must have looked like a pair of apprehensive lovers, the way we clung to each others hand as we left the station. Mandy said her flat was only a short distance away, but even that brief walk was giving me problems. "How do you manage walk in these high-heels?" "Those? Those aren't high." She smiled. "It's just practice. Relax, that body knows what it's doing. Try taking shorter steps." Grumpily I did as she suggested. It was a little easier. "This skirt keeps blowing open." "That's the long strides you still keep taking." "And these tights..." "Are you going to criticise my entire outfit?" "Sorry." I said shamefacedly. "I'm just not used to girl's clothes." "Do you think it's any easier for me?" "Well, you have probably worn jeans or slacks at some point." "But not boxers." "How did you know about them?" "I peeked." She grinned. "MANDY!" "Oh come on, face up to it. Sometime soon we are both going to have to get undressed and then we'll see...well, everything." I sighed. "I suppose I knew that, but I didn't want to think about it. It's embarrassing." "Why? Got yesterdays boxers on?" "NO!! And why are you teasing me so much?" "Must be because I'm the boy." She gave me another one of those grins that I wanted to try when I got my body back. "Anyway, here we are." She indicated a front door. Inside was a flight of stairs up to another front door. It was not a huge flat, but it was a reasonable size, certainly larger than mine. "Nice." I said. "Do you think it would be big enough for the two of us, at least in the short term?" "Why?" She asked suspiciously. "Because I get the feeling that we both want to keep an eye on what the other is up too with our bodies." "Sounds sensible enough I suppose." She said. "Plus, I don't know about you, but I'm definitely going to need some help." "With what?" "Girl things. Make-up for a start; your body can't go to work looking like some clown is trying out a new face. Same with your clothes; I don't know what goes with what. And how do you put a bra on? I've taken one or two off, but..." "I see what you mean. How do you go to the lavatory standing up?" "Well, it's not actually compulsory." I smiled. "Just quicker and easier." "Oh!" She went red. "Are we agreed then? We base ourselves here and help each other as best we can? Hopefully we can switch back somehow, but until then we try not to mess up each others life?" "Yes. That seems to be a plan, for now." "Then we'll need to pop down to my place to get you enough clothes until the weekend at least." "Good idea." She wandered off into the kitchen. "I'm hungry. Do you want a sandwich?" "I wouldn't mind. What I'd like most is to get out of these damn shoes and tights and this skirt." "There's a pair of jeans on the chair in the bedroom." She called out. "Some socks in the top drawer, and trainers in the bottom of the wardrobe." "Thanks." I said, slipping off the shoes before I went into the bedroom. Here I was confronted by a world I'd barely glimpsed; a woman's boudoir. I took off the skirt and folded it up; it seemed the right thing to do. The tights followed, but other than untangling them I couldn't work out what to do with them. The other clothes were exactly where Mandy had said. I put them on, thankful for her tidy mind, trying to remember if my flat was anywhere near presentable. In comparison to here, it probably wasn't, I decided. I picked up the tights and walked back out of the bedroom. "Where should I put these?" I asked Mandy, who was carrying a plate with some sandwiches on. "Did you ladder them?" "Err, I don't think so. I didn't check." "Drop them in the laundry basket for now. I'll have a proper look later. Have a sandwich." She offered them to me. I took one, taking a big bite out of it. Mandy nibbled more daintily at hers. I looked at the two of us and couldn't help smiling at the way we were doing everything back to front. "What are you grinning at?" She asked. "Just the way we're eating. You taking little bites and me huge ones. The wrong way round for the bodies we have." She stopped for a moment, looking at the sandwich in her hand. "Old habits I suppose." She shrugged. We finished our snack and prepared for the visit to my flat. "How are we getting there?" Mandy asked. "I'm not sure which way would be quickest. My place is a bus ride away from the tube station. Perhaps we could get a taxi?" "Might be expensive." She cautioned. "The tube and bus might be better." "Why not? It'll give me a bit more practice walking like a girl at any rate." "Short strides, remember?" "I'll try, I promise. Come on then, before I change my mind." My flat wasn't in quite the state I thought, but it still looked messy compared to Mandy's. I went and found my suitcase and threw some clothes into it. "Fold them properly!" Mandy snapped. "I've got to wear those." "Sorry." I apologised. "What else do we need from here?" "I could use my laptop. And we need my shaver and toothbrush." "And some clean boxers." Mandy grinned. "Why the shaver? I've got a razor for my legs and under my arms." "Those are specifically for those areas. I don't think you can shave my face with your leg razor." "I could have you grow a beard." "I had a beard, but it grows straggly. Clean shaven looks better." "You know best." She shrugged. "Not always, but in this case I think so." I smirked. "Anyway, if I'm going to have to shave your legs, you can at least shave my face." "Good point." She giggled. "Got everything?" "There might be some stuff in the fridge we can use. It's better than letting it go off anyway." "I'll find a carrier." We walked back to the bus stop. Mandy had the case; I had the laptop and the carrier. "You're getting the hang of swinging your hips." Mandy said. "I'm not overdoing it am I? I wouldn't want to ruin your image any more than being seen with me will do." "What do you mean?" "Come on Mandy. Everyone at work knows I'm a hopeless dork when it comes to women." "Maybe the guys think that, but from what I've heard from the other girls, most of them think you're cute." "They do? You mean all I had to do was ask them out?" "Well, I can't say for certain, but most of them seem to be prepared to go out on a date with you." "You?" "Maybe, if you'd asked." She smiled. "Bugger!" I swore at my own stupidity. Mandy laughed. "Why so down on yourself?" "Low self-esteem mainly. Bad experiences at school, lack of self confidence. Take your pick." "You know people are going to wonder why we're sticking so close together. We'll have to give them a reason." "Like?" "Like we're dating." "I told you, no-one will believe that. There's no way that Dave would be able to get Mandy to date him." I said flatly. "Rubbish. It's what I'm telling everyone anyway." "I can try I suppose." "I told you, some of the girls will actually be jealous of me. Or you as it stands." "The guys won't believe you." "Then we'll have to convince them." "How?" "Good grief, how do you think? You be nice to me and I'll be nice to you. What did you think I meant? Make out in the canteen?" "An interesting thought." I waggled my/her eyebrows. She burst out laughing. Back at Mandy's flat we prepared a meal and then sat down to discuss a few things. "Do you exercise much?" I asked. "Not really, a three mile jog every morning before I shower is all." My eyes widened. "Only kidding." Mandy laughed. "Just a few stretches now and then." "But you are a morning shower person, same as me?" "Right." "Anything else I should know?" "Other than how to dress? I don't think so. What about you?" "Nothing that springs to mind. Oh, watch my chin when you shave it. There's a little scar that sometimes gets caught by the blades." "Scar on chin, careful when shaving. Got it." She yawned. "Time to turn in I think." "Where shall I sleep?" I asked. "The bed of course. It's that body's bed, and I'm the guy at the moment, so I'll take the couch. There's a nightdress under the pillow." "Are you sure? We could share the bed; keep an eye on what the other is doing with our bodies." "Why are you so worried about what I might do with your body?" "I'm not. I'm worried about what you might think I'd do with yours." "Idiot." She sighed. "If it'll make you feel better, we can share. But keep your hands to yourself." "I'm hardly likely to feel up my own body Mandy." "Good point." She giggled. "The time has come then. Nakedness." I said nervously. "We can't put it off forever. We have to change clothes sometime." Mandy shrugged. We went to the bedroom. By unspoken agreement we split either side of the bed to undress. I took off Mandy's clothes, folded them neatly and then slipped on the nightie before I turned around. Mandy still had her back to me, having donned my rarely used pyjamas. "Err, Dave, I seem to have a problem." She looked around at me. Her face, MY face was bright red. "What's the matter?" I asked. "A certain part of your body appears to have become...aroused. I didn't do anything, I swear." I nearly laughed out loud at her discomfort. "Relax. It's just a natural response to being around a beautiful half-naked body." "But it's my body, I've seen it before." "My body doesn't recognise that. That secondary brain blokes keep in their pants just likes what it sees and reacts accordingly. With practice you can out-think it." "But I need control now." "Just think of something off-putting, it'll get the message." "Like what?" "I don't know; try the smell of new paint." "Does that work for you?" She sounded desperate. "Most of the time. Just sit on the edge of the bed and think of something horrible." She perched on the edge of the bed. "I'm so sorry." She said turning around. "I told you, it's not your fault. Well, not directly. I always felt that way about this body when I had that body." "You did? Always?" "Not exactly always I suppose. But there were times when I didn't want to move away from the cover of my desk." I smiled reassuringly. "You're not mad at me?" "I swear." I said, crossing my heart. "And it is controllable?" "Within reason. I mean, you never noticed me like that before did you?" "No. I can't say that I did." "See? You'll find something that works. Now get into bed. We have to get up early so you can show me how to do your make-up." "All right." We climbed into the bed. "Goodnight Mandy." "Goodnight Dave." "Dave?" "Uh-huh." "It's no good; I can't get your cock to behave itself." "Don't keep thinking about it." "My pussy is getting wet too isn't it?" "I was trying to ignore it, but, yes. How can you tell?" "I just can. Could...could you do something?" "Like what?" "Show me how to...to..." "Jerk off?" "Yes." I sighed and pushed back the sheets, revealing the rampant erection Mandy couldn't control. "This is weird." I said as I grasped my own cock with Mandy's hand and began to wank it. "That feels good." She breathed. "It's making me even hornier." I said. She sat up and looked down at me. "We could...you know..?" "Fuck? But we hardly know each other." "Your body obviously likes mine, and to be honest, I kinda liked you too." I was strangely turned on by the thought, so I sat up and shed the nightie. Mandy took off her night things too. "Now what?" I asked. "Lie back down: I've always wanted to try being on top." "This brings a whole new meaning to 'go fuck yourself'." I giggled. Mandy sniggered too as she positioned herself between my legs. A sudden thought came to me. "It's not going to hurt is it? I mean, are you still a..?" "No. It won't hurt. I'm not still a virgin. I won't be my first." She sniggered again. "But I'll be gentle anyway." She carefully positioned her cock against the moist lips of my pussy and slowly pushed in. It was such a strange feeling as I felt Mandy's body entered by my dick, but it was me who was being penetrated! Mandy began to pump in and out. As she did I couldn't help but smile. "What is it?" She panted, noticing. "In the two weeks since I first saw you, I've thought so often about making love to you. Now it's happening and I'm in the wrong body!" We both grinned at the absurdity of it. I wrapped my legs around her, holding her closer as she plunged in and out. I could feel something happening to me and then suddenly I orgasmed. It was like nothing I'd ever felt in my own body, waves of pleasure rushing over me, drowning me. I lay back, momentarily over whelmed by these new feelings. Then a very naughty idea occurred to me. "Mandy, wait a minute." "What's the matter?" "I've thought of something. Stop a minute." "But this dick is still hard." "It won't be, I promise. I know how to make it come hard." "How?" "Kneel over me, the dick between the tits." A look of understanding came over her face. "I've never done this." "I've never had it done to me either." I said as I squashed my tits around Mandy's still throbbing penis. "Go on. Fuck my tits." "MY tits!" She smiled. "Whatever." I looked at the purple helmet of the cock as it appeared from between the milky white tits and then disappeared back into them. Fascinated I poked out my tongue as it came back through, touching the end. I tasted pre-cum on it. I bent my head forward and this time the cock head brushed my lips. Mandy smiled and thrust deeper, the cock entering my mouth. Suddenly I wanted the whole thing in there. I pulled Mandy forward, opening my mouth to take what was my cock in. That was how I was looking at it. Most men had at one time or another tried to suck their own dick and now I could. I rolled us over and began to bob my head up and down on her. "If you take it slowly and relax, you should be able to take it all in." Mandy gasped. I did as she said, feeling her dick sliding across my tongue to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged as it went into my gullet. "Breathe through your nose." She panted. I complied and swallowed the whole thing. I pulled off slightly and then sank it into my throat again. Soon Mandy's breath was coming in quick pants and I knew she was close. I went to pull my head away but she grabbed it, holding me as she came hard into my craw. I was forced to swallow the whole lot. "Sorry." She said as she lay back exhausted. "That's all very well. But I'm still horny." I smirked as I put my hand on her still twitching cock. "And I know this can do another round at least." I squatted above her dick, my dick, and sank myself onto it. I rode her until I came again, whereupon she rolled us back the other way and continued to fuck me. I came deliciously twice more until we both climaxed at the same time, Mandy firing the load deep into my cunt. A nasty thought struck me. "We should have used a condom." "Don't worry, you're on the pill." She grinned tiredly. "I am? That's a relief." I snuggled up to the already snoozing Mandy, holding her as I drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning, remembering the evening before, hoping that it had all been a dream, or if it wasn't, then things had returned to normal. I was wrong on both counts; I was still in Mandy's body. I heard the shower running and realised that Mandy had taken the plunge and decided to wash my body. I got out of the bed and padded into the kitchen to get something to eat. The cupboard was full of healthy eating. I grabbed something and ate it. Mandy came in half-dressed, carrying a shirt for today. "You didn't pick up any vests." She said. "I don't own any. If I wear something under my shirt, it's a t-shirt." "Oh! Okay then. I'll make do." She suddenly grinned. "Time for you to hit the shower now." I looked at her uncomfortably. "What if I touch something I shouldn't?" Daydream Believer "It's all got to be washed Dave. Now go on. And don't forget to shampoo my hair." I went. To begin with I felt somehow ashamed. Ashamed that I was running my hands over Mandy's soapy body. Then I realised that they were her hands anyway and that she had already managed to do the same thing with my body without freaking out. After that I relaxed and made sure I did a proper job. It was the least I could do. She was entrusting me with the health of her body, as I was doing with her. And it was enjoyable. I lingered over washing my tits, massaging them, and teasing the nipples. Then I moved onto my new round butt before washing between my legs. I soaped it up carefully, enjoying the feeling as I ran my hand over what was now my clitoris, but I realised I didn't have the time this morning so I left off from playing with it. I got out of the shower and after drying off, went into the bedroom. Mandy had laid out a set of clothes for me to wear. A white blouse, a trouser suit and simple underwear. Oh, and a pair of socks and some flattish heeled shoes. I picked up the bra and studied it, trying to envision the order you did things to get it on. I thought I could see how it worked and tried it. As it turned out I was right. "Managed to suss it out then?" Mandy said from the doorway. "Seemed obvious when I really looked at the thing." I replied, slipping the matching knickers on. "It usually is." "Why the trouser suit Mandy? I don't think I've ever seen you wearing it." "I prefer a skirt to be honest, but it'll be easier for you first time out, not having to worry about skirt problems. We can try a skirt or dress tomorrow if you think you're ready." I put on the outfit and then Mandy sat me down in front of the dresser with her make-up spread out on it. "I'm not going to do this for you Dave, but I will tell you how." "What if I mess it up?" "Then we wipe it off and try again." "All right I suppose." I sighed. "Where do I start?" The end result didn't look too bad. We'd kept it simple, just lipstick and eye-liner. Mandy's face was so pretty it didn't need much enhancement. I certainly seemed to be catching one or two admiring glances on the tube. It made me feel pleased and embarrassed at the same time. This predicament was so difficult to deal with. On the tube we decided on the details of our 'dating' story. That was kept simple too. Dave finally mustered the courage to speak to Mandy at the station. Despite his nervousness, perhaps because of it, Mandy agreed to go for a drink. They discovered that they have things in common and agreed to go out again. The elements of truth made it believable and we could add to it as time went on. From Mandy's desk I could hear the other guys coming up to Mandy at mine and asking if it was true, had Dave really got Mandy to go out with him? Mandy made a good show of saying all it had taken was the right approach. She kept grinning at me as she said it. The guys kept giving me sidelong glances of disbelief. Most of the girls came and asked me the same question at some point. I copied Mandy's answer, saying that Dave wasn't that shy once you got to know him, but warning them off subtly at the same time. I think between us we managed to convince most of them that we were really dating and by the end of the day interest was waning, other gossip pushing this strange new friendship from their minds. "I can't believe they bought it." I said when we got back to Mandy's flat that evening. "Why not?" Mandy asked. "Well, I wouldn't believe it." "Again, why not?" "I wouldn't believe that dorky Dave had actually got up the nerve to ask the beautiful Mandy out for a drink, let alone get another date out of the deal." "You're doing yourself a disservice you know? And how do you know how I'd have reacted if you had asked me for a drink?" "Well, would you have come for a drink with me if I'd asked?" "I might have, depends how you'd asked." "Very diplomatic answer." I smiled. "What if I'd asked you?" "I'd probably have thought it was a trick." I paused. "But I'd have walked into it anyway, on the off chance it wasn't." "You like me that much?" "Yes. Yes I do Mandy. I'd have gone stark naked into a bar with you if you'd asked." "It's probably a good job I didn't then." She grinned. "How about if I'd asked you to dress up as a woman?" "That too. Why?" "I was just looking at these legs of yours. With the right clothes they'd look pretty good." She said, waving a leg in the air. "You're teasing, right?" "Nope. You have a nice pair of legs." She couldn't keep a straight face any longer and burst out laughing. I threw a cushion at her. "I think I want to wear a skirt tomorrow." I said, settling back down. "Have you got one that buttons up the back?" Mandy looked puzzled. "Yes, I have. Why?" I smiled sexily. "I want to try something that's why. What about stockings?" "Some hold-ups. I think they'll be all right for you." "A g-string?" "Yes." She looked at me. "What are you up to?" "You'll find out." I said secretively. Mandy was still puzzled when we got onto the tube the next morning. She had managed to match up the clothes I wanted to wear, and had persuaded me to put on a pair of shoes which made me the same height as her. She whispered in my ear as she stood behind me on the tightly packed tube. "Come on. Tell me. Why those clothes?" I reached between us and undid the buttons of the skirt at Mandy's crotch height. She caught on. "You can't be serious?" "I am." I said pulling down the zip on her trousers and slipping my hand into her boxers. She moaned as I took hold of her prick and gently wanked it until it was stiff. "Away you go. I'm already wet and waiting." "People will spot us." "This closely packed? No chance. Come on, stick it in me." Knowing that somehow she was going to have to get her erection down anyway, Mandy sighed and opened a couple of more buttons on the back of the skirt before slipping her penis past my g-string and into my now sodden pussy. The thrill of being entered was amplified by the danger of being discovered. Mandy rocked back and forth, in and out of my cunt, feeling up my tits, her tits, at the same time. I came fairly quickly, Mandy having to hold me up as my legs buckled. I came a second time before I felt cum spurting into me as she came. She kissed my cheek. "That was fun. Can we do it again on the way home?" "Of course we can." We spent the rest of that week practising being each other and making slow careful love. I became pretty good at applying make-up and Mandy learnt how to shave with out nicking the skin. I learnt how she sat in a dress or skirt and she was able to listen to a dirty joke without blushing, something she was better at than me. I sucked cock and she licked pussy. She became good at keeping a steady rhythm while she fucked me, I learnt how to deep throat her properly and then swallow all her cum. That first weekend we went to my flat and collected some more of my clothing for Mandy. I picked up my i-pod as well; I needed some of my own sort of music to listen to. The stuff Mandy listened to was all right, but not exactly what I liked to hear. We grabbed a few DVD's as well, film's she'd not seen, to take our minds off the fact that we had no idea how long this situation would last. On the Saturday night we were both feeling restless. "Why don't we go out for a drink?" I said. "Do you really want to go to the trouble of dolling yourself up just for a couple of drinks?" Mandy asked. "It doesn't take that long in the morning." "I suppose if we go somewhere quiet and dark no-one will notice." "Are you questioning my skills with a lipstick?" I asked jovially. "Actually, yes. Just this once, I'll do it for you." She sat me down in front of the dresser again. Within minutes she had transformed my face, her face. It had always been pretty, but now it looked stunning. "Wow!" I said as she finished. "Pick out a dress while I get changed." Mandy said. "Are you sure?" "I can always tell you to change it." Mandy shrugged. Slightly worried I opened the wardrobe and peeked in. There seemed to be a lot of clothes in there. A green shimmering dress caught my eye; I took it out and looked at it. This was the one, I thought. I slipped into it. It was a tight fit and I wouldn't be able to take my normal long strides, but that was a good thing. It was tight enough that I didn't need to wear a bra, which would have shown through anyway. I was going to have to wear a g-string under it as well. I pulled out some black hold-ups to complete the look. Then another outfit grabbed my attention. I couldn't believe Mandy still had one of these! "This schoolgirl outfit is just right." I called out mischievously. "What! You can't wear that!!" Mandy came rushing in. I smirked at her, dangling the uniform from its hanger. "Why have you got one of these? Is there something you're not telling me?" She was reddening with embarrassment. "It's my old school uniform. It doesn't fit anymore, but I don't want to throw it away. Okay?" "And there was me hoping you had a secret side." "This was because of the make-up crack, wasn't it?" "Yes. Don't doubt a man and his make-up skills." I smiled. "Now let's go and have a drink." "What are you going to do if some guy tries hitting on you?" "I'll set my boyfriend on him of course." "We meeting someone else then?" She laughed. We both got more than a little merry that night, loosening our inhibitions even more than our situation had. When we returned from the pub I pushed Mandy down onto the sofa, pulling at her belt to get her trousers down. Her cock sprung free from her boxers as they fell to the floor. I took it into my mouth as usual, licking around the head and down the stem to her balls, sucking on the hairy orbs before taking the whole thing deep into my throat. Mandy lay back and tousled my hair as she made appreciative noises. I stopped and looked up. In my slightly drunken state, I'd had another naughty idea. Mandy gazed at me and saw the look on my face. "What nasty little plan are you hatching up for my body?" She sighed. In answer I turned around and dropped onto all fours. I pulled the dress up over my hips and then waggled my butt sexily. "Fuck me up the bum." "I've never done anal, it might hurt." She said dubiously. "I don't care." I shook my ass at her again. "I was worried that I might get used to it and want to try it again if we swapped back, but suddenly tonight I couldn't care less. I want cock in my ass. I want to have experienced dick in every hole." Mandy still looked dubious. "You can take your own anal cherry." I said temptingly, still waving my bum in the air. "Aaaaaaah!" She cried out, grasping my g-string and ripping it off. Her prick plunged into my pussy three or four times, lubricating it. Then she nudged the smallest hole with it. Slowly, very slowly she put pressure on and I felt the cock head ease past my sphincter muscle as I relaxed. She pushed some more and then it was in deep, deep in my ass, filling me more than I'd ever thought possible. I moaned in pleasure as Mandy pulled back and then thrust forward, going even deeper. She did it again and I felt her balls on my buttocks "Oh fuck me! Fuck me!!" I cried. "I want all that dick deep up my bum." "Take it slut!" Mandy said. "Take my cock up your ass." This dirty talk was turning me on even more. My hand went to my cunt and I started to play with it, slipping three fingers in and rubbing my clit with my thumb. I came from this dual pleasure assault pretty quickly and collapsed with my ass still in the air as Mandy continued to pound at my back passage. "Come in my ass, you beautiful butt-fucker." I whispered. "Here it comes bitch." Mandy said as she fired her load into my bowels before falling on top of me exhausted. "Thank you. That was fucking awesome." I said. "And I'll replace the panties." "Monday, you're not wearing any. And I'm taking your ass on the tube." Mandy whispered in my ear. I grinned at the thought. The next morning Mandy ran her hand down my leg as we sat at the table. Slightly startled, I asked her why. "As I thought, they're getting a bit rough." "Rough?" "Stubbly." "I need to shave them then?" I asked. "I think they need waxing." "What!!? Isn't that painful?" "Not that much." She shrugged. "The effects last longer than shaving though, so I find it's worth a little discomfort." "All right." I sighed. "It's still your body. What do I have to do?" "I'll show you." I suppose it wasn't that painful, if you like having hairs ripped from your legs that is, but worse was to follow. Towards the end of that second week I awoke feeling hot and bothered and unaccountably grumpy. Mandy asked me what was wrong while we ate breakfast. "What makes you think something's wrong?" I snapped. "Ahh!" She said knowingly. "I should have warned you; my period is due, you're suffering from PMT." "What!" I snapped. "As if things aren't bad enough already?" "Sorry. It's a natural function of my body." "There's nothing natural about any of this." I practically snarled. "Calm down Dave. If women throughout history can get through this, so can you." "It's easy for you to say." "Yes it is; I go through it once a month, remember?" "Sorry. Of course you do. But it's a problem I could have done without." I was calming down. "What do I do?" "If it's affecting you that badly, I suggest you ring me in sick today, and stay here out of everyone's way." "On my own? What will I do?" "Shout at the telly? Tell the kettle it's slow? I don't know. Get blind drunk perhaps. Unconscious would be good for me." "What do you do Mandy?" "Put up with it; hold my temper in check and suck it up." "You do that every month?" "It doesn't seem to affect me as badly as it's affecting you." She shrugged. "Stay here; look for solutions on the net. Maybe there's something there that will help you. But stay out of people's way, please." "All right. I don't want to annoy your friends at work. I'll find something. Go to work. I'll call in sick; say I've got a bug or something. How long will I be like this?" "A couple of days at least. Until the period starts." "How will I know?" "You'll know. Believe me, we'll all know." I can't say that it was the most enjoyable week I've ever had, but I survived. I reasoned if half the population of the world can put up with it, I could too, but it wasn't fun for me or Mandy. She managed to keep me reasonably calm and told me what to do when the period started. I just wished I'd paid more attention in health education classes. She couldn't or wouldn't fuck me in the pussy for that week; I had to make do with sucking on her prick or being fucked in the ass. It didn't matter too much to me though. As long as I got to cum and be filled with spunk I was happy. We were nearly three weeks into our strange experience when I took the phone call. "Hello sweetie." A mans voice said. "Hi... Dad?" I hazarded. "Your mother and I were just saying we haven't seen you in a while. Is it all right if we come over for a visit tomorrow?" "You want to come and see me dad?" I asked so that Mandy would hear. She just shrugged helplessly. I took a deep breath. "You don't need an invite dad. You know that." "We thought we might this time, what with your new boyfriend and everything." "Oh. You heard about me and Dave then?" "Yes. Do we get to meet him?" "I can safely say he'll be here. See you tomorrow dad." The line went dead. I looked at Mandy. She didn't seem terribly happy. "What else could I say?" I protested. "It's going to be a hell of a test for you Dave. No-one knows me like my parents." "Then I'd better get it right hadn't I?" I thought we'd managed to pull it off. Mandy's parents seemed more interested in Dave than reminiscing about Mandy's past. Then her mom suggested she and I go to the kitchen and make some coffee. Helplessly I followed her. She filled the kettle and put it on and then turned to face me. "It's Dave in there, isn't it?" She said. I went cold, but tried to bluff it out. "With dad? Yes." I said, looking towards the other room. She didn't buy it, and reached up and tapped my temple. "No. In there." My shoulders dropped. "Yes." I said quietly. "How can you tell?" "Little things really. You've got most of her mannerisms down, but, for instance; she holds her cup differently, the result of a childhood accident. And she doesn't drum her fingers, she uses her thumb." "I hadn't picked up on those. But why aren't you surprised?" "Because it always happens sooner or later to women in my family. I should have warned her earlier, but she never seemed serious about any of her boyfriends." "But I'm not her boyfriend. We made that up so we could keep an eye on each other. I'd barely considered even asking her out." "But you had thought about it. When?" "I was daydreaming about it about thirty seconds before we clashed heads and switched." "That would explain it." She smiled at me. "It seems to click into action around that point usually." "So you and your husband went through this?" She nodded. A thought struck me. "I take it you have swapped back?" Again she nodded. "After about four weeks. It's like you're given a taste of what it's like to be the other person, gives you a better understanding of them. It works too. How long have you been switched?" "Around three weeks now. I've known Mandy longer in my body than in hers." "Soon be over anyway." She smiled encouragingly. "I'll be glad when it is, but a bit sad too. We won't need to be together after that." "I think you might, but for different reasons." Mandy's mom grinned knowingly. "Have you been fucking?" She asked matter of factly. Somewhat red-faced I gad to admit we had. "Different isn't it?" She said cheerily. I found out later from Mandy that she was having a similar conversation with her father. "Mandy? Are you all right sweetie? I know it's you in there love." "How dad? Dave is very good as me. No-one has spotted the difference." "He is good at it, but we knew this might happen. We came to warn you and Dave, but saw quite quickly that we were too late. Sorry love." "You mean you and mom switched?" "And back again. It is only temporary. And it only happens with your soulmate." "Soulmate? But I barely know Dave. He's been me for longer than I knew him before the switch." "So?" "He hadn't even asked me out." "But he was thinking about it?" "Daydreaming about it, he says." "I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, but you never seemed to have found the right boy, so we kept putting it off." "This doesn't happen to everybody does it?" "No. As far as I know it only happens through the female side of your mother's family." "And she's telling Dave this now I suppose." "Yes." "We've been making love almost every night." "I'm not surprised. It's the novelty of experiencing what the other gender feels when you make out. I thought it was quite eye-opening. The women seem to get so much more pleasure out of the act than men, probably to make up for the year or so of unpleasantness when they're pregnant." At this point Mandy's mother and I came back in. "She told me." I said. "You are sure this is only a temporary thing? I don't want to forget how to be me." Both of Mandy's parents nodded. "Good. I believe we were waiting for coffee?" I heard the kettle begin to boil. "I'll help." Mandy said following me. "So, they saw through me?" I asked her. "They were half expecting us to be switched anyway. Dad thought you were very good as me." Daydream Believer "I hope that's a compliment?" "Yes it is." The fourth and hopefully last week of our body-swap seemed to drag for both of us, but at least we knew we would soon swap back. We avoided talking about 'after' in case it put a jinx, another jinx, on us, but it didn't stop us thinking. Something came to me on the (hopefully) last Saturday. Although when I'd first seen her it had been Mandy's looks that had captured my interest, since the switch I had become more and more preoccupied with her mind, the only bit that was still her. She was actually a bit shy, but a lot helpful. She had helped me through this month a lot more than I had helped her, and not just the clothes and the make-up. She had kept me cheerful and supported me through all my whining and bitching. And all I had done in return was show her how to shave my face with cutting it; at least that's how it seemed to me. Our love-making had been intense. I knew that I'd fallen in love with her and she seemed to like me too. I made a decision, a weird decision. "Mandy." I said quietly, unsure how she'd react. "Mandy, can I ask you something?" She looked up from the magazine she was reading. "Okay." "C...can we k...kiss?" My hesitancy had returned suddenly. "Why?" "I ...I d...don't k...know. It j...just seems t...to be the r...right th...thing to d...do." She looked directly at me, considering it. "We never have kissed have we?" I shook my head. "All right. One kiss. Just to see what it's like." She came over and sat next to me on the sofa. I looked into my face and somehow saw Mandy in there, in my eyes. Our lips met. Not many people can claim to have kissed themselves. And I'm not sure I can. As Mandy and I moved apart we both realised that we were back in our own bodies! "You were right Dave. It was the right thing to do." Mandy grinned at me, with her own face, lighting up the room more than I ever had. I hugged her and grinned back, trying to replicate the grin she had used so often in the past four weeks. I was about to kiss her again but I stopped suddenly. "What's the matter?" She asked. "What if we swap back?" I said. "I'm willing to risk it." "Me too!" I moved back in for the kiss. I kissed her as me and stayed as me. "Thank you Mandy, you got me through this. Without your help I'd have gone nuts." "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have got into this at all." She looked down sadly. "I told you before; I'd do anything to be with you for even a short time. Maybe this was a little extreme, but we've been together for four whole weeks and I wouldn't have missed that for the world." "You mean that?" She said, a tear in her eye. "Well there were some things I could have done without, but the good far outweighs the bad I promise." She gave a watery smile. "You are a nice person. You didn't once say you wouldn't do something. You are a special friend." "I want to be more than that Mandy. I fell in love with the only part of you I wasn't, your personality, your mind I suppose. You were kind and helpful, fun to be with and mostly sympathetic. Apparently we're supposed to be soulmates. I think that's true. What about you?" "It's a strange way of getting to know someone, but you may be right. And our bodies seem to mesh. So what do we do now?" "There are a few things we could do. But right now that school uniform is calling." A smirk crossed my face. "I told you, it doesn't fit any more." She laughed. "How about a couple of beers and a takeaway curry followed by 'Where Eagles Dare' instead then." "A proposition no girl who's just spent four weeks as a man could resist. You phone for the curry, I'll get the beers." "But first..." I took her in my arms and we kissed again. A proper kiss with no worries about consequences or what the future might hold. A kiss of a daydreamer and a daydream believer. A kiss of soulmates. Daydream Believer: Consequences Whew! What a time with this one. The characters seemed to never shut up! Based upon reader input this is final installment of the Daydream Believer line. Or is it? What do you, the readers think? Should I end it as is or go out with a bang? Yep, here is where you can comment. All constructive comments are welcome. If you need anything more feel free write me on the feedback line. Dedicated to: HDK, Patricia51, The Troubadour, and all the folks who have given me positive feedback on my meager efforts. Thanks. To LadyC: Editor with the patience of a Job. Kudos and always many, many thanks. Lastly, to Liz, who always thought I could write. I hope you can see this and are proud. Daydream Believer – Consequences By Chagrined My name is Eldon MacDonald. Everyone just calls me 'Mac'. When last time I relayed how I came home to find my loving wife of 15 years locking loins with my best friend, Steve. I learned how this had been transpiring for some years with me languishing in ignorance. Compounding the problem was the revelation that my youngest son wasn't mine, biologically, but Steve's. Without thought, I reacted in what seemed to be the most appropriate manner, I applied the "board of education" to my best friends "seat of higher learning". After the resulting arrest and incarceration, I decided to do some self examination and investigation. Steve's ex wife informed me that the affair had been going strong for several years. She also let me in on Steve's medical problems. Lastly, she told me that my wife, Jeanne, still loved me and that there was still a marriage if I wanted it. After much thought, I decided that the best thing to do was to call Steve, Jeanne and I together. It is here I rejoin the story. The next few days were busy paying on dues. The kids were due back from Kelli and Paul's, Jeanne was due to come out of the hospital, I was due back at work. There was a lot to be done. But first I had some sober thinking to do. I spent at least two hours per day thinking and sorting out my feeling. I felt I had been betrayed by two of the most important people in my life. I felt anger, hurt and loss. I felt booed, screwed, and tattooed. I also felt a sense of possibility. I wanted the divorce; of that there was absolutely no doubt. My heart told me that I would not be able to trust Jeanne again. Steve was history no matter what decision I reached regarding my marriage. I would have my closure with him! But there was the matter of the children. Diane rightly brought up the fact that no matter what, they had to be factored into the decision. Gradually, over time I reached my decision. The day before Jeanne was released I moved my things from our bedroom into the guest room. The kids were back by then and asked why I was moving and I was able to make up a great story about how for the next few days Mom would need to recuperate and that our room would be her recovery room. I was rather proud of that but I also knew the kids knew that something was wrong. Kids possess more of a sense of reality than we could ever suspect. The next day I went and picked Jeanne up from the hospital. Steve would be in for another day and would probably be out of commission for another week. This gave me the breathing space and time I needed. When I arrived, Jeanne leaned up expecting a kiss. Obviously she thought that by my allowing her back in the house all was forgiven. I gave her a peck on the cheek for the benefit of the nurses as we wheeled her out to the car. She got in the passenger side as I held the door. Jeanne said her goodbyes and thanks for all the kindness during her stay and we rolled off toward hoe. It was the first time we had been alone and in close proximity in over a week. "Mac, we are going to have to talk about this sooner or later", she began. I turned the corner to P Street. "Yes, we are but not yet. Wait until we get home and I will explain things." Jeanne pursed her lips. "So, are you filing for a divorce? I won't blame you, if you do. I don't want you to, but I can't blame you if you do." I looked over at her, irritated. "Is your hearing damaged? I said I would explain things when we get home." Jeanne bit her lower lip. I could tell she was fighting back tears. "Mac, I love you. I have loved you ever since we met. I...." I cut her off in mid-lament. "Jeanne, one last time; we will talk a bit when we get home! Now, please, shut the hell up!" But she wouldn't listen. "Do the kids know? Do they hate me?" I sighed. "Jeanne, Kelli and Paul took them for awhile after the, shall we say incident. They think that Mom and Uncle Steve had a bad accident involving a fall. They know something's but they have been told very little. They will be told, however." She tried to keep the conversation going but I wouldn't answer. Finally I pulled by the house and got out her small case. She was a lot stronger than she pretended so I didn't help her into the townhouse. The kids ran and greeted her. As they kissed and fused I smiled, stepped around the mob and went back and took the case back to my wife's bedroom. I was putting her stuff away when she walked in. "Mac, what happened to our wedding picture over the mantle?" she asked taking a seat on the bed. Wordlessly, I turned from what I was doing and looked at her. "She nodded and said, "Oh. Is it in the basement?" "No, it is ashes in the compost heap," I said resuming my task at hand and not looking up. "Mac! That picture was priceless to us! It was the best picture from our wedding. I loved that! Not to mention what it cost Steve to have it done." I just turned and looked at her. She looked around with a puzzled expression. "Mac, where is your alarm clock?" I turned said, "Okay, this is the way it is going to go. First, this is now your room." Jeanne started to speak. "Just shut up and listen," I barked. She looked down and nodded. I went on. "For the next few days we are going to go through the motions of a married couple. The kids know we have to sleep apart so you can get rest. That will take care of things for the interim. When Steve gets out of the hospital next week, we are all going to had a little meeting of the minds about this situation" Jeanne shook her head. "No, I was a fool. I know he was your friend and that what we did was wrong. I love you. I was stupid but Steve pushed things and I let it get out of hand. I don't want to have any thing to do with Steve again." "Well, that's just too damn bad, Jeanne, but you should have done something about that 10 years ago, don't you think? I know about Zachary. Steve and you will be here next week or I can just finish packing my shit right now." I had often read about it but had never really believed that the color could leave a person's face; I was wrong. With the revelation that I knew about Zachary Jeanne's face had actually turned ashen. "Mac, I don't know what to say." "Good, don't say anything! Not until we have Steve here. In the meantime, I suggest you start making some decisions about what you want for your marriage, your life and your future." I turned and left the room hearing her sobs fade behind me. I won't go into all the posturing, pleadings, and door slamming which followed for the next week. It is sufficient to say that things were tense. We both were able to be civil to one another; Jeanne was even able to laugh once or twice. She had mended quickly and expressed and interest in our getting together for a little "hide the salami" as she called it. I remember pursing my lips and shaking my head no. I knew that she figured if she could lure me into the sack she could assume all was forgiven. The next day she came again playfully trying to bite my neck. Again I showed profound disinterest. This was becoming somewhat enjoyable for me. For once I had her jumping through hoops for a little action! On that Saturday she brought out her big guns. She came to the den wearing a short red teddy I had always found irresistible in the past. To her surprise and mine, when she donned it this time I had no reaction. Hers was immediate. Upon seeing my ambivalence she began to cry and ran to her room slamming the door. I, on the other hand, shrugged and went back to my computer game. I had arm twisted Steve into coming over for a meeting on the following Wednesday. The day finally arrived. I gave the kids twenty five dollars each with strict instructions to go to the movies and not return for at least 2 hours. We met in the living room. Steve was sheepish and if he noticed that the picture was missing from over the mantle, he made no mention of it. Being a good host I ushered them to their seats, bid them to sit, and poured Starbucks French Roast coffee. There was no reason to be totally uncivilized. We sat and stared at one another for about thirty seconds before Steve said, "Mac, bro. I am so sorry. I know how it must have looked. But I want you to know this was the only time anything like this has ever happened. Jeanne loves you. I love you. You're like my brother!" I held up my hand. "How many times have you screwed John's wife. Steve?" I asked innocently. Steve frowned. "What?" "You said I was like your brother. The only brother you have that I know of is John. I just wanted to know how many times you screwed Gretchen, his wife." I said. "Never!" Steve sputtered. "Then I am not like your brother, am I?" I reached down beside me and pulled out the cricket bat. Steve flinched and started to get up. Jeanne gasped and moved back; giving room should I decide to start swinging. "Steve, you are a cunt hair from having me use this on your head. So use what little sense you have and for the rest of the time you are here, unless I ask you for an answer, shut...the...fuck...up!" Jeanne started to say something but I cut her off with a look. "Let's first get something straight. Some men would want to know when this started. Some want to know how far it went, why it started, how long it lasted, where it was going. I thought long about this and you know what? I don't care! I don't give a rat's ass if it started ten years ago, thirteen or my wedding day. Little Zach is evidence of how far it went. I don't care if it started because of an accident, a moment's unbridled passion, my absence at some critical juncture of our marriage, or just plain treachery. All evidence indicates that while it may not have been leading to wedding bells, it certainly wasn't going to stop if I hadn't come home unexpectedly one day in fifteen years. But it stops right now." I said tapping the bat on the floor to emphasize my point. I paused and let my words sink in. Jeanne had her arms wrapped around herself in that peculiar way she did when she was distressed. Steve was trying to sink into the chair in which he sat. I went on. "You hurt me beyond any comprehension. You made me do something I thought myself incapable of until just a few days ago; you made me despise the two people I cared most about in the world." I turned to Steve. "You and I have been like brothers as you put it for over twenty-five years. We went to junior high, high school and college together. No one celebrated your success more than I when you went to the majors. And when you had to leave I wept right alongside of you." And as repayment, you fucked my wife, purportedly had a child by her and left me in the dark about the whole thing. You destroyed your own marriage because you were headstrong and spoiled and tried your dammedest to do the same to mine." With that he looked up sharply. "Where did you hear that?" he hissed. I nodded to confirm his fears. "Oh, yes, I spoke to Diane. She told me enough and I could guess the rest if I cared that much to try. But, that isn't what we are talking about. We are talking about cold-blooded deliberate betrayal. Betrayal of friendship, betrayal of your own vows and betrayal of a promise you made to me once, remember?" Steve looked at me puzzled. "What promise?" "The one where you promised to remember just whose wife Jeanne is and you made it to me on our wedding day." To my side I could hear Jeanne begin to sob. I turned to her. "Our discussion can wait until after Shitbird and I are done here. But your betrayal was the most devastating and hardest to understand. "But the good news is that I forgive you. I forgive you both. Jeanne, I will not be asking for a divorce," I said. Jeanne looked up at me incredulous. She rose and threw her arms around me. I held her for a moment and then disengaged myself. "Mac, I am so happy. I love you." She began. "Save it," I told her. "You may change your mind before this is over. I said I forgave you. But forgiveness does not preclude wisdom, prudence or consequences for actions. And I am not doing this because I am a great guy. I am doing it because I am not going to waste what remains of my life for the likes of you." "What do you mean?" Steve asked. I reached down next to me and pulled out a folded sheet of legal paper and tossed it to him. He picked it up and opened it. "What is this?" he asked beginning to examine it. "That is a request for a court ordered paternity test." I explained. "A what? Are you crazy?" He stammered. "Steve, I heard about Zachary. I know that you think he is your son at least biologically. Well, we are going to have a blood test done and find out for sure. If it turns out that you are, then you and my devoted wife here are going to have to tell Zachary when the time is right." I said. Almost on cue, they both leapt to their feet. Jeanne was the first on race day. "Mac, what are you thinking? We can't tell a small boy that! He won't understand. Think of the damage you could do!" She gasped. "On the contrary, think of the damage not telling him could do", I countered. I turned back to Steve. "For years now I suspected that Zach had been your smug little secret. If what I heard the other evening is any indication you trotted him out and waved him around whenever it suited you. But that is over. There is no designated hitter rule here. It is time to stand up to the plate all by yourself." Steve looked pained. "But why, Mac? Why drag Zach into this?" "Yes, what good can come from ruining Zach's life?" Jeanne piped in. "More like saving Zach's life, Jeanne. I didn't start this. I certainly didn't want this, but I will finish it. And I didn't say we had to do it tomorrow or this week or even this year. But he will be told and you two will do it. Let' not forget you two dragged Zachary into it when you forgot a few things. Like that you were my wife, Jeanne and you were my best friend, Steve. Zach needs to live a life built on more than lies. Steve, there are sound reasons for this, not the least is evidenced in your own life. Why did you leave baseball??" I inquired. Steve looked uneasy. "Medical reasons, you know that." "What medical reasons? Never mind, I'll tell you; high blood pressure and neurological disorders. But before we left Diane told me something else. You were diagnosed with the initial staged of MS, weren't you, Steve?" Steve was stunned. It is the first time I can honestly say he was at a total loss for words. I reveled in it. Vainly, I looked for a way to make the feeling last longer, stay fresher. Presently he asked, "Did Diane tell you?" "Yes. Isn't there a hereditary aspect to high blood pressure, Steve?" "Yes, there is", he answered sheepishly. Jeanne came to her feet. "You son of a bitch! You knew and never said anything?" I stepped between her and Steve, more to protect her from following my lead and doing something foolish. "You knew. Is MS hereditary, too?" I shrugged. "I don't know but we need to find out and anyway that is not the issue, Jeanne. But it illustrates why Zach has to know, if it is true that Steve is Zach's biological father. What if Zach would have needed a bone marrow transplant? I could give it too him. But, that is all moot." Here I looked him right face, my eyes boring into his. "Sharing genetic content does not make you his father, Steve. I am his father. When he had the measles, I stayed up all night with him. When he was afraid of the monsters in the closet, I chased them away. Parenthood is not genetic." Steve looked at the floor. There wasn't much he could say. Jeanne just looked at me and I could see a bit of pride in her eyes. I wished I could do the same. I took out a second sheet of paper and handed it over to him. "This is a peace writ, sometimes called debt certificate or a restraining order. Either way it goes with Zachary this keeps you from coming within 100 yards of me or my home. If you do, I will have you thrown in jail. I am sick about having to do this but I have a family to protect. Actually, it protects you too because if, after you leave here, I see you again too soon, I don't know what I would do." Steve gazed at the paper in his hand like it was a snake ready to strike. I consulted my watch. "It goes into effect in about 10 minutes so if you have anything to say make it quick. After we have the test results back we can decide what to do about seeing Zach. As far as we are concerned, you are dead to me. I never want to see you, hear from you or talk to you again. Do you understand?" For once he displayed wisdom. He walked over to the door to open it. On his way past me I said his name low and sweet. He turned to face me and never saw it coming I am glad to say. My fist came from down low and swept up in a narrow arc. His head snapped back and his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His eyes glassed over as he shook the stars from his field of vision. I stood over him massaging my knuckles. They would soon begin to swell. "You can add that to the charges but I really figured I owed you that, Steve." His eyesight cleared and he struggled to his feet. He looked at me again with genuinely sad eyes. I heard a hushed, "I am so sorry" and with that he left. He walked out of my home for the last time that day leaving Jeanne and I to face our own demons. Jeanne got up and went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. I watched her going about the simple task of making coffee just as I had hundreds of times over the past years; the way she held her cup and poured the bitter brew, pushing a stray wisp of bland hair from her face. She added her cream and stirred it. Somehow the whole day had taken on this surreal quality, a veil of disjointed reality. She looked up at me and tried to smile. "Would you like some", she asked. I shook my head and she padded into the living room and sat down on the loveseat. I took my place across from her. She took a sip of her coffee and looked about the room as if it was for the last time. Good. I wanted her to realize the severity of what she had done. "So, is this where we divide up the furniture?" she asked quietly. "We can do, if you want. But I wasn't planning on asking for a divorce just yet", I responded. Her brows knotted together even as relief came over her face. "You don't want a divorce?" I shook my head. "I didn't say I didn't want one. I said I wasn't prepared to ask for one." She looked at me in confusion. "I don't understand." I walked into the kitchen and pulled down a tumbler from the cabinet and filled it a quarter of the way with White Label, reconsidered, filled it a third, tossed three ice cubes, reconsidered that and withdrew two. Fortified, I returned to the living room. Jeanne's eyes had never left me that entire time. "A little early for that, isn't it?" she noted. I took a short swallow. The fiery mixture warmed me. "You are giving me advice now?" I paused. "I said I do want the divorce, Jeanne. This marriage is over. But I am not certain our splitting is the best course of action either. I do want to know one thing though. Why, Jeanne? No psychobabble, no justifications, just a simple why? Why do it and why with Steve?" Daydream Believer: Consequences She sat for a moment, thinking, and looked up. "Because I could," she simply replied. I was impressed. "Okay, go on." "That one time you missed our anniversary and we were all supposed to go out together; you, me and Steve. You missed it and I was angry. Steve was here that night and we went out to dinner together. Steve was always here. He was like a member of the family. Well, we got a little drunk. He came on to me and I was drunk enough and angry enough that I took him up on it. The sex was great." I held up my hand to cut her off. "I didn't ask for a review or a blow by blow. I wanted a reason." She took a sip of coffee. "Does there have to be a reason, Mac? Sometimes people do things just because. I realize it was wrong. I am sorry I hurt you. I have had all those hours in hospital to think about this and the only reason I can come up with is: I liked it. He had been here so often it was almost like having two husbands. After a while that was the way I felt about it only it was even better. He was here when I wanted him and gone the rest of the time. I never loved him, but I enjoyed the break every few months from our sex life. You were always a good lover. I never had any complaints but every once in a while I wanted different. Steve was always there. It was just sex. You never missed it. He never had my heart." I nodded in understanding. "I can understand that. Most people do things because they can, truth told. I want to thank you for being that honest about it. But why did it have to be him, my best friend? Couldn't you have gone out on some pretext and had a one night stand? Why let this go on for 10 years at least?" "Like I said, he was available and very willing. What is that saying, nothing propinks like propinquity? By keeping it in the "family" so to speak, I didn't feel like such a whore or that I was really cheating on you. Haven't you ever wanted a different woman, Mac? Nothing permanent just a night with someone different?" "Sure. Most people do. But I never acted on it. Nor has any other woman had my child", I reminded her. She winced at that. "We aren't sure of that, Mac, either you or Steve could be the father." "Anyone else I should be looking for?" I queried. Her head snapped up and her eyes dripped venom. "No." "Just wanted to make sure I didn't have to subpoena half of the greater metro area." I said dryly. "You don't," she hissed. "So where do we go from here? I love you. I love you with all my heart. I don't want the divorce. But I won't stay and be abused either." I swirled the ice around in my glass. It was almost gone. "Stay then. Or go. You seem quite capable of doing what you want without my knowledge or approval." I sat back down. Now was the time for my big guns. "What is a marriage to you, Jeanne?" I asked The question took her by surprise. She seemed perplexed for a short time, thinking. "Well, it is a commitment, I suppose, between two people who love each other; a promise to always be there for one another." Her voice trailed off for the couple of words as she realized the gravity of what she had just said. I grinned. "Yes. And where was I in all this? Where were the kids? Where was everything we worked so hard to build? Heck, if I had known that all you wanted was some strange cock, maybe I could have obliged you. We'll never know but I doubt it. Let me tell you what marriage is to me. It is union, joining of two peoples' lives. You said it was just sex. Maybe so. But the sexual union is part of that union, babe. When you try to separate it out you can't help it but it only weakens the union thing. Marriage is like a body made up of all kinds of parts: trust, love, honor, sex, and respect. You cut off a part of the marriage and believed that it could go on without being damaged." Tears came to Jeanne's eyes again. "Mac, I am sorry. I am so sorry. I was stupid. I love you. I will do anything to keep our marriage; just tell me what to do." I stared at her. "I have to be honest; I'm struggling to want the marriage. If it was a one night stand I could get past that. But this was an affair over years!" "But I didn't love him, Mac. Can't you understand? He is a friend yes but I never cared for him like I do you." She argued. I shook my head. "Just a fuck buddy, huh? That only serves to make it worse. You got your satisfaction but you never even considered my feelings, the kids, or even Steve. I just don't know you anymore Jeanne." "What do you want me to do, Mac? What can I say?" For the first time, Jeanne was beginning to realize that this may not go her way and that the consequences of her affair might be more severe that she thought. What surprised me was that she couldn't fathom why I was so upset. She really believed that there was a difference between what she and Steve had done and what she and I did. She couldn't put it in the context of the larger issues. "Jeanne, I will try one last time to reach you and then will tell you how it is going to be if you want the marriage to continue in anyway. Okay" "All right", she said in a small and subdued tone. "Okay, Jeanne, when you did this, you betrayed our vows, me, our family and yourself. I can't make it any plainer than that. I can't trust you. Now every time I have to leave town I will be wondering what I am going to find when I come back or come home early. That sucks." But, as stupid as this seems I do still love you. I am not in love with you, but I do love you like I love the kids, or possibly a dog if we had one. And there are the kids to consider. I don't know how they would take a divorce but I know it wouldn't be good for them. Add to that the financial nightmare or dividing property and well, frankly, it's cheaper to keep her, as the saying goes. Jeanne eyes searched my face. Hoping for some clue as to what was coming. I could see the guilt and concern expressed in her eyes. "It comes to that? You don't want me but you don't want to lose your financial security. You don't want the marriage but you want the house? What kind of offer is that? How do I live with that? "Jeanne, I said I wasn't in love with you. I still love you. Granted, I have trouble with remaining married but only because we no longer have the marriage I thought we once had. Your actions took any spiritual component out of it and left us with something little more than a business partnership. So, I have to treat it as one... And our finances are tied up together. Remember, I didn't put us here. You did. And frankly, I don't care how you deal with it. If you can't we just cut our losses now." "So where do we go from here? You say you love me but won't forgive me. How can we go on?" she whispered. I moved across next to her. "We stay together and see what happens. I have to say, I can't sleep in that bed. I suggest twin beds for a time." A sharp intake of breath took her. I held up my hand. "It is either that or I stay in the spare bedroom" "We get counseling. As you know, I don't hold much faith in psychologists and sociologists but I recognize that we will need all the help we can get and a neutral place to work out the problems. If Zachary is Steve's we will have to work on that as well. The kids will probably need counseling to deal with that as well. Fortunately we both have adequate insurance for that. But under no circumstances does he walk into this house again," I said harshly. "Then we will need time, a lot of it to heal. This may not work out. But I have three kids who need their mother and their father if they are going to make decent start in life. There will be more ideas as time goes on and I am sure you will have ideas as well. We may not make it. After a year we may decide to cut our losses and call it quits. But for reasons I outlined we have to try. Can you deal with this?" She looked at me. "I guess I have to, don't I. I never wanted this but I can see what you are saying. I just pray that we can get our lives back and in time we can be a couple again." I moved or ward and for the first time since that night I took her gently in my arms. She stayed there for the next twenty minutes and wept. I confess my eyes were misty. This would be a rough road for all of us. We owed it to ourselves, our children and the people who loved us to navigate it. Epilogue Jeanne and I stayed together, working on four years now. It has been a tough road as I prophesied but all it all it has been worth it. For several weeks Steve tried to reach me and make amends. I never spoke to him. Eventually he got the message. The DNA test results came back and certified I was actually Zachary's biological father as well. I guess it was true that he really did just take after his mother. Or, as we tease him, maybe he was just a freak. The kids are growing, almost grown now. Jeanne and I are looking forward with some trepidation to the days when they move out and we are left with just one another but we will deal with that as well. The twin bed deal lasted all of 4 months. So much for my steadfast resolve. They were productive months however. Our lives are different but things continue with a growing familiarity of lives shared together. We live in the same city, the same furniture in the same Georgetown townhouse. With luck we plan to retire to Spain in about ten year's time. That is about all the change we can handle. Oh, lest you think things went back to "same old, same old'' there have been two additions to our home. One is Max, a Golden Retriever whom we spoil way too much. The second is Cricket. Max sleeps on the floor but Cricket has the singular place of honor. High on the wall over the mantle, where once hung a rice and tempura painting of our wedding photo, nestled between Jeanne's law degree and my MFA rests a cricket bat. The bat is much the same as it was that night save for a hitch cut in the side. It serves as a remembrance of the past and a promise of the future. Daydream Believer: Discovery Homage dedicated to HardDaysNight, HDK, for all the enjoyment he has brought me in reading his stuff. Lately, there have been several stories where husbands are betrayed and left distraught. This is my take on the genre. There is some light sex, but as usual, I am here to tell a story of which the sex just plays a peripheral part. I posted under Loving Wives under duress. Since this is an homage the early plotline is full of easily recognizable plot points. So don't bother trying to gig me on them; they are there for a reason. My aim was present a husband torn between what he wants to do, and what he needs to do. And as always to LadyCibelle: The bestest editor one could have! * It was one of those perfect moments in life, the kind we experience and savor over and over. In years to come, Bruce Springsteen would capture the nostalgia of the moment perfectly in his song Glory Days . But that song was years ahead. This moment was in 1973 I was still playing center field for my college baseball team and still in love with the homecoming queen. My hands knotted up, tightening their grip on the bat in my hands. Everything about this felt right. My feet shifted and I dug in, elbows high and wide. The pitcher nodded once at the catcher's unseen signal. For a moment the pitcher glanced to second base as Steve, our own shortstop and my best friend, moved ready to run like hell if I connected. My eyes stayed glued to the pitcher as he wound up. His foot stomped the ground as the ball was released and sped toward me seeking the strike zone. My hips dipped and the bat began to come away from its rest. I knew that it would connect. The air parted as the bat sought its target. CRACK!! The connection was solid as my hips pivoted adding extra power to my shoulders and strength of the Ted Williams I held. My legs crossed and I watched the ball speed away from me in a long, low arch just right of center field. I didn't need to see anymore. Steve was trotting to third as I loped off to first. It was a home run. The winning run! Everything had come together in that one perfect moment which I would relive over and over in my mind but never again experience, save once, in my life. As I rounded third I looked up as Jeanne stood and blew me a kiss. Her blonde hair shimmered in the afternoon sun and the whites of her teeth contrasted sharply with the deep tan she had been working on. The left strap of her sundress fell and she pulled at it as I smiled and gave her the thumbs up, a big shit eating grin creasing my face. I headed for home. Steve stood there, hat in hand, grinning and pushing a wisp of straw colored hair from his eyes. I tapped base just as he pulled me into one of the big bear hugs for which he was so famous. "You did it, Shortshit. I'll be fucked if you didn't do it!" he hollered. He was squeezing me hard and pumping me up and down against the ground. "Yeah, seems so, Buttwipe", I acknowledged, "and that makes us even." The rest of our team, which we had dutifully nicknamed the "Mud Hens" came out and flocked around me. That hit would have been the crowing achievement of my college career. As it turns out I had two others that last year. One was Jeanne saying yes to my proposal of marriage and the second was my graduating Cum Laude. Jeanne graduated Summa and, as expected, Steve squeaked by with just enough to get his sheepskin. For the three of us the idle days of college were over. Jeanne and I were heading for a Masters program and Steve, well, my childhood friend and partner had been scouted out by the Orioles and would begin serving his apprenticeship in the minors. We were all happy that last year. Jeanne would go on to law school and I would study art history and restoration. Sport had always been Steve's forte and he would begin his winding trek to Cooperstown. Life was very sweet. Upon graduation, Jeanne and I married. I couldn't believe my luck that day. Jeanne, whose parents had insisted on a proper Catholic wedding, looked more beautiful than I could have ever imagined as she walked down the aisle bathed in white, her arm linked through her father's as he brought her to me. I don't remember much of the ceremony but obviously I had recalled all the right words in all the correct places. I came back to reality just as the priest pronounced us and instructed me to kiss the bride. I did with relish. The reception was held at the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs, my and Steve's hometown. I remember standing there with a stupid look etched across my face as friends and family came and congratulated us. Steve came up and shook my hand, then turned and took my new bride in his arms and gave her a long kiss full on the mouth. I stood there looking stupid. Steve had been my friend since our first year on Little League. That earned him some latitude but as I stood there wondering whether to hit him, shit, or go blind, I knew he was pushing the limits. Any other man would have already been picking his ass up off the floor. I cleared my throat just as he broke off and came up for air. Then, my bride slapped my best man full and solidly. Steve's head spun to one side and he nearly lost his balance. I stepped between the two of them glancing around to see if any other guests had see the display. Fortunately, they hadn't. "Steve Dwyer what the hell do you think you are doing?" Jeanne fumed. Her face was hot with anger but not as red as the raging mark on Steve's cheek. "Damn, Jeanne, I am so sorry! I don't know what got into me", Steve gushed. He looked at me imploringly. "Man I am so sorry. It is just that I have wanted to kiss Jeanne since we all first met our sophomore year. I guess I figured this was my last chance. Can you both forgive me? You have to know I would never do anything to ruin our friendship." Jeanne and I looked from him to each other. For the first time in his life, Steve, a man who was as close to me as my own brother, a man I had never seen lose his composure, looked like a lost puppy. Jeanne was the first to react. She placed her hand on his shoulder and said, "It's okay. No foul. I overreacted, too, I guess" He looked over at me, pain in his eyes. "Can you forgive me?" he croaked. I threw my arm over his shoulder and pulled him too me. "Hell, yes, bro!" He smiled then, that great grin which had helped win so many games and so many co-eds. "Man, I really am so sorry." "Forget it. Just remember in the future whose wife she is, Buttwipe." I grinned. "I will," he promised. The heat and tension of the moment dissipated as Jeanne turned to go off to greet a couple of family members. She looked back at me and said, "Go get the bags. We ought to leave out of here in twenty minutes. If you play your cards right, you might get lucky tonight stud", she teased with a wink. Both of us watched her walk away. Steve turned to me and punched my arm. "Well, you did it, Shortshit! You married the prettiest girl in our class, the homecoming queen! I always said you had more luck than brains!" he grinned. I smiled and replied, "Yeah. I'll be damned if I know how it happened. This whole day I've felt like I've been walking in a daydream." "Well, this is one daydream you had better believe in and never wake from," he advised. "I won't." I promised. Two years after that, armed with fresh graduate degrees, Jeanne and I moved to Washington, D.C. where I had secured a position as a conservator for the Smithsonian and Jeanne had landed a position for a lobbyist off of Constitution Ave. Jeanne made sure we kept in touch with friends from school but it was Steve who caught up with us the most. He had moved up into the majors and Jeanne and I took delight in watching our friend play on a televised game from time to time. During the off season he would always come by for a week and stay with us. He timed these visits to coincide with my birthday. Each time he would bring a gift from his travels. One year a small jade Buddha he had bought in Thailand, the next a third baseman's mitt he had stolen from the locker of a Japanese team. One year, he had had our wedding photo hand painted on rice paper and sealed in a glass frame. Jeanne had cried when he presented it to me and I confess to misting up myself. It occupied a place of honor over the fireplace nestled between my MFA and Jeanne's LLD. Every year there was something different but each a treasure. After that first year at the Smithsonian, I had been given a small promotion and Jeanne passed her BAR exams. Steve had been there on one of his little visits and the pressure of the past year was finally off so we celebrated until 2 AM. That night, Jeanne and I had about the best sex I could remember having in the marriage. I don't know if Steve got any sleep that night we were so loud. But I didn't really care, either. If he didn't he never mentioned it. Nine months after that my son was born. We named him Stephen after his godfather and my best friend. I called him Stevie. Stevie was the true blending of Jeanne and I. He had my dark hair, and his mother's brown doe eyes. No matter how much he ate, he always looked gawky. From the beginning Stevie was quiet and contemplative like his mother. Two years later, Stevie was joined by his little sister, Rachel, named after Jeanne's mother. Stevie was his mother's son but Rachel was all me with dark hair and blue eyes, stocky and mean. Rachael would keep us up most of the night for the first 3 months and seemed to delight in wailing loud enough to shake the rafters. Those sleepless nights resulted in Zachary a year later. Zachary took after his mother; there was little of me in the lad, save for a passion for sport and especially baseball. His fair hair and his mother's eyes held an intensity which would come out in sports. He was smashing my fast ball by the time he was six. The next 12 years went by quickly. I was promoted and now headed a section of the Smithsonian charged with acquiring and exhibiting cultural American art. The job was challenging and I did it well. Jeanne had left her lobbyists position and now worked on staff for a senatorial sub-committee. Steve, lanky and tall, and his contemplative ways had yet to find his niche but there was still plenty of time. He had also just discovered girls much to the chagrin of his mother and me. Rachel wasn't as into sport but was already showing artistic promise. Zachary, on the other hand was far too busy being a 10 year old super jock. He always happy and made us laugh at his antics. Things had not fared so well for our friend Steve. First, he began to suffer from arthritis. Then the news he had developed type 2 diabetes. Naturally, for Steve, his baseball career was over. Fortunately for him, he had been smart enough to diversify his earnings into a car dealership and bought into several high tech companies supplying service for defense contracts. Financially, he was better off than he had any business being. His personal life was a shambles, however. He had been married twice; once to a leggy, blond who thought a slider was the man running to third base. They lasted all of 18 months. His second wife, Denise was a nice, attractive woman who had been a softballer. They had met at one of her exhibition games and for a while it looked like they could make it. The four of us would often have cook outs, and occasionally we shared vacations. There had no ominous cloud but they mysteriously divorced five years ago. Occasionally, I would see him and Jeanne caught up in an intense dialogue in which I would hear Denise mentioned but otherwise, to me Steve never talked about it. Denise remained in the area, moving to Falls Church and I would occasionally see her out and about the Mall in Washington. We would make brief chit-chat. I would ask her how she was, she would ask about the kids but Steve's name never crossed her lips and out of respect for her privacy I never asked about the divorce. Divorced and childless, Steve made our home his. Each trip over to our place was like another Christmas for the kids. He doted on them and they adored their "Uncle Steve". Steve maintained that Stevie was the most like me a comparison which didn't bother me a bit. He also insisted that Zachary was the milkman's. Zach was much better at sport than I had been. He played just about every sport one could name and played them well. Trite as it sounds, life was good. Occasionally I felt the need to pinch myself to see if this was a daydream I inhabited or just extraordinary good luck. I was successful in my career, as was Jeanne; we had a comfortable home, great kids, health, and good friends. It was in the fifteenth year of our marriage I awoke. I haven't gone into our sex life, mostly because I always felt that that was one part of a marriage that remained private. With today's rapidly diminishing sense of privacy I had felt it was the one part of a marriage that remained distinctively private and personal. Politics, religion, and financial affairs are all pretty much in the open now but sex was one part I wasn't about to share. But, if the reader is to gain any insight into what happened next, I have to open up that part of out life to scrutiny. I knew Jeanne wasn't a virgin when we married. Neither was I but only barely thanks to an obliging older "fallen" woman in my old neighborhood. I learned much later that Steve had had his cherry popped by her as well. I suppose it was her way of community service and neighborliness. Where and when Jeanne lost hers I never asked and she never told me. It isn't the type of thing which usually comes up in conversation. Our own sex life was, I suppose, well, normal. We started having sex in our senior year of college and pretty much fucked like bunnies thorough grad and law schools. After grad school with the pressure of respective careers the frequency dropped but not the quality. We made it a point to have our own little mini-vacations where we would reconnect and re-ignite the embers of a once fiery passion. These were very important times for us and only once had I nearly missed it. That had been years ago. And in 18 years of knowing her, Jeanne never gave me any reason to think our love life was anything other than as satisfying for her as it was for me. I still feel that way. The chimera of our marriage remained as strong until the day I returned early from a trip to New York. My job would periodically take me to various museums and art dealers around the US, indeed around the world. It was one of the perks for working at one of the premiere institutions in the world. The Smithsonian can compete with the British Museum, (actually the closest in form and function to SI), the Louvre, and the Cairo Museum. As such, I would have the opportunity to evaluate items of Americana on display. That time I had gone to the New York Museum of Fine Art to look at a copy of one of Whistler's work which they had just put on exhibition. I had managed to skip a lot of the politicking and catch an early Amtrak back to Union Station. I had been tired the last couple of days from overwork coupled with approaching middle age. I wanted nothing more but to get home and catch a couple of 'Z's before dinner and time with the family. I caught the Red line back up to Adams Morgan and walked the 4 blocks to our townhouse. I turned the corner and saw the familiar front of our townhouse. I noted that Jeanne must be home from the presence of her car. This was an unusual but pleasant surprise. Contrary to popular belief our career hadn't become less demanding but rather more so as we had risen in ranks. When before we could take the odd day here and there just for us, it had become increasingly difficult lately. Time to recharge our batteries and become reacquainted with each other was almost non-existent. As for love-making, that had become a ritualized dance we managed to hammer out once every three weeks. Spontaneous sex was a dim memory. My coming home a bit early was fortuitous. Maybe I could reawaken it. I was speculating on the possibility of foregoing the nap in favor of a little afternoon delight as I made to the front door and found it unlocked. I stepped inside the house and looked around. Jeanne wasn't there. I called out here name with no reply. I remembered her silver Beemer sitting in the drive. She had to be home. I began to trudge up the stairs to the second floor. From our room on the third floor I could hear the loud but indistinct sounds of human voices. She must be upstairs watching TV , I thought. I moved across the landing to the last set of stairs and the noise grew louder. As I placed my hand on the banister I could make out the sounds of heavy breathing and a groan. During one of our experimental times we had purchased several love-making instructional DVD's (read porno discs) and my first thought was that she was watching one of them. This was fine with me. I was up for walking in on my wife masturbating. I could finish the job, super stud that I was. But the sight that greeted me wasn't one of my wife riding her hand but of her riding the man I had shared half my life growing up. Jeanne was on top of Steve, cowgirls fashion and was riding to the brink of her climax. With one hand she was massaging her breast in that same way she had done with me so many times, the other was behind her, on Steve's leg to steady her. She rocked against his cock in a steady rhythm, her eyes tightly closed. Steve was, naturally, lying on his back his own eyes closed, his hands on her hips guiding her movements. I stepped back, and pressed myself against the wall. My heart was racing, eyesight blurred. I began to hyperventilate. What the hell was this? How long? Why? My mind was a kaleidoscope of sensations. This wasn't happening. I was working too hard and my mind was playing tricks. But the sounds drifted across to me from the open bedroom door, a bedroom that I had thought was mine. 'UHHHHHHHH...push it harder, Steve. Shove it way up there, baby", Jeanne heaved. Steve began to push his hips up off the bed, using his heels as anchors. As he pressed up, his hands would force her hips down, impaling her on his thick cock. "Hmmmmmm, I do miss these times, Sleepy Jeanne. Your pussy is so wet and hot! " "Ummm, I'm gonna..I'm coming, Steve. "Her hips began to gyrate faster. Her hands flashed forward and buried themselves in his chest hair. Her fingers tightened, kneading his chest like dough. "Fuck, cominnnnng,.....come...comminnnnggggggg", she breathed. Her body fell forwards as he pushed up one last time. "Ahhhhhhh, Sleepy Jeanne, baby.....shit...." he breathed. I could tell by his jerking that he was shooting his come into MY wife! Jeanne collapsed forward just as his slick, greasy cock slipped from inside her. For some reason - to this day I can't fathom why - I noticed with some satisfaction that is cock was no larger than mine. Of what benefit that was to me, I didn't know. But in the mist of this nightmare I took some satisfaction in that fact. "Hmmmm, Steve, thanks, baby. ", she murmured sleepily as she looked up to kiss him. For his part, Steve took had that glazed and sated look. Turning from the spectacle, I pressed myself up against the wall again. My eyes were watering! No, I realized, they were tears. I was beginning to cry, something I had not done since my father had passed on some three years ago. It was the first and only time Jeanne and Steve had seen me cry. I vowed they would not see me cry again and pushed off the wall. Silently, I padded back down the stairs; to where I had no idea. I stumbled over to the bottom kitchen cupboard which Jeanne and I used as a makeshift bar cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam and opened it. I retrieved a tumbler from the dish rack and filled it. I took a deep swallow. The liquid scalded its way down my esophagus and settled into a mild conflagration in the pit of my stomach. Good! Perhaps it would fill the empty pit there. I placed my arms behind me and leaned back on the counter waiting for the Beam to take effect. Daydream Believer: Discovery My mind was a jumble. What was I going to do? I looked at my hand. It was shaking. I couldn't get the image of my wife, Jeanne, the woman who bore me three beautiful children humping - no FUCKING my best friend! How long had this been going on? Anger began to rise in me. No one wants to be made a fool of, especially in his own home. I pushed away from the counter and headed back up the stairs. But my determination wavered as I approached the open doorway. I could hear voices. I guess sated it was now time for the post-coital chat. I drew up to the door but something made me stop and listen to their chatter. "You are so lovely, Jeanne. I wish I had found you before Mac did" Even the sound of Steve's voice grated on my nerves, especially when it was followed by the tinkling laugh of my wife's genuine amusement. "Why, so it could be Mac lying here now?" "Baby, why do you say that?" he complained. "Because you know Mac is the only man I ever loved. If I had married you, I would have to have him here. He would still be the man I love and you would still be my fuck buddy. Nothing would be different," she explained. I was the only man she ever loved? And she is fucking my best friend, excuse me, former best friend? Steve said. "Then what am I doing here, Jeanne?" The $64,000 question! "You know it would change everything if he knew I was here, Jeanne. It would kill him and he would divorce you in a New York minute." Now he gets concerned?! I had to sneak a peek around the corner. I peered around and saw them lying on their backs side by side looking at some spot on the ceiling just as Jeanne and I had done so often. "This is why he is never going to find out. You are here only because I want you to be, Steve." She turned over on her side forcing me to step back so as I wouldn't be discovered. I admit I felt dirty. I felt like a voyeur in my own home; a Peeping Tom sniffing out others peoples secrets just outside my bedroom door. I didn't like the sensation. "Steve, you know I don't love you, don't you? You know that Mac is the only man I have really wanted in my life since the day he and I met. You know that, right?" she asked, her finger tracing a circle over his chest. "Then why am I here? What about Zachary?" Zachary? What did he have to do with this? It was the one of the very few times I saw Jeanne visibly shaken. She rose up and looked intently at her lover. "Steve, don't ever say that again. Don't ever even think about it. Zachary was an accident. He's my baby boy but an unplanned accident nonetheless. We were unlucky that time, but he is Mac's son. You have to accept it." How cruel was this woman? Did I even know her at all? Our son was an accident? The next sentence out of Steve's mouth cut me to the quick. "But Zachary is my son, Jeanne. Mine. Fathered by me with a woman I care very much about. Hell, just look at him!" "He is yours biologically, Steve. I thank God everyday Mac hasn't looked that closely. But Mac is the only father he has. You only donated the sperm. Now be a good friend. I need to get showered and dressed before Mac gets home. Let's go." I started to move back but stopped when I heard Steve say no and the bed shutter. Again I peered around the corner but this time not really caring if the saw me or not. I needed have worried. They were oblivious to everything except their own need. Steve moved down and settled himself between my wife's legs. His hands were stroking the outside fullness of her thighs as he leaned forward. I could see his face just inches from the muskiness of my wife's freshly fucked pussy. He seemed to part her labia and began to lick her wet pussy. There was a brief rustle and she hissed, "Ummmmmm that feels good..." Her voice was low and husky. I heard Steve's murmured voice. "Care for another donation?" I wanted stay right were I was and see how long it would be before they noticed me. I wanted to shoot them both. I wanted to flee from the room and the house, grab my children and head for some place, I didn't care where. In brief, I was conflicted, torn and pretty much fucked up. I wanted to DO something, anything. But what would I do? What could I do? Bile worked its way up my throat and for a moment I was sure I was about to vomit. Instead, another loud groan made me look again at the withering bodies on my bed. . Jeanne was lying on her back, her head away from me, her legs wrapped around Steve's back. Steve was busy positioning himself just over her and I was able to move around just as he pushed his cock deep into her open gash. "Unnnnnn, that's the spot, baby." she groaned and lifted her hips up to meet him. "Stevie knows what his Jeanne needs." he hissed. "Uhhhh, shut up and fuck me!" Jeanne responded. I watched dumbfounded as he began a steady pumping with his hips. I didn't know whether to shit or go blind! There, not eleven feet away from where I stood was my best friend and my wife beginning a slow steady fuck at a pace which would eventually bring both to a satisfying climax. Some men would have been popping wood. Some might have joined in, or began stroking their own swelling cock. Some might have begun shooting of a different sort. Me? I just wanted to throw up. I had serious doubts as to whether my cock would ever harden again. I wanted to run out of the house and never return. I wanted to turn away and pretend that I and never seen the sights before me. I wanted life to give me a do-over. "Fuck me, Steve!" Jeanne screamed. "AHHHHH! Fuck! Give it too me good. Get in there, baby!" Her hips were rotating and rising to meet his thrusts. Steve had been holding himself up with his hands. Now he let go and his body molded to hers. His mouth neared here and their tongues came out and begin fencing together. It was obscene. Jeanne wrapped her arms across his back and bit into his neck. Her hips were moving quicker as her orgasm approached. Her head dropped back. "AHHHHH! Ummmmm, Shhhiiiiittt." She jerked her head back up and bit into his shoulder. Steve's pace quickened. He began pumping harder. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out leaving only the tip buried in her honey. The light shimmered on the shaft giving it a slimy waxen sheen. My eyes looked down and saw the instrument of my divine wrath. There, propped against the wall right where I had placed it the previous night, was the cricket bat a scat arms length away. Slowly, but with purpose I reached out to grasp it. Gently, silently I took it and brought it into position. My hands knotted up, tightening their grip on the bat in my hands. Everything about this felt right. My feet shifted and I dug in, elbows high and wide. My eyes stayed glued to the pale target. My hips dipped and the bat began to come away from its rest. I knew that it would connect perfectly. The air parted as the bat sought its target. CRACK!! The connection was solid as my hips pivoted adding to the power of my shoulders and strength of the weapon I held. My legs crossed and I watched the flat end of the bat smack solidly against the pale pounding target. A cricketer would have been impressed with my delivery. The bat bounced back in my hand as the force of the blow launched Steve even further into my loving wife. For a moment all was quiet. Steve lay quiet. My wife groaned with a look of painful surprise. Finally the neurons made their way up to Steve's made and he arched up and screamed. The force of his movement shoved his still buried cock further inside Jeanne, whose nerve endings were just beginning to register again. Suddenly and with force, Steve bellowed and rolled off my wife. "AGHHHHRRRGGGG". His hands reached around searching for the remains of his once tight white ass. His rolled around on the floor. My wife, on the other hand, whose vagina had just had a double assault, groaned aloud and crossed her eyes as she drew up into a fetal position and covered her bruised cervix with her hands; I watched with detached amazement as her eyes crossed again and rolled back in her head. I didn't know people really did that. She had certainly never done that for me, at least, not that I knew about. Steve on the other hand had quit his groaning and was rolling on the floor withering in agony. He didn't know whether to rub his ass, protect his cock or just give up the ghost. I casually set the cricket bat back where I had found it. "Best gift you ever gave me, Steve." "Ohhhh, fuck. Ah, you fucking asshole! Shit, you broke something!" Steve wailed. My wife was blessedly quiet. I crossed my arms and looked down at his pathetic form on the ground. "Yeah, seems so, Buttwipe", I acknowledged, "but that makes us even." I walked to the phone next to the bed and dialed 911. I told them who I was and that we needed paramedics and police and then gave my address. I assured the operator that I would wait right where I was. Over her protests I hung up. With a last glance at the pair still in agony I strolled into the living room to await my expected guests. What happens next? Read Daydream Believer: Consequences coming soon to a Literotica near you. Daydream Believer: The End After reading all 3 Daydream Believer stories by Chargrined, I felt the need to write the 3rd story from my perspective. This is my first attempt at writing; I'm still trying to figure out why! As much as I hate to write, I felt compelled to write this story. Boy, would my English teachers be surprised to find me writing for fun. I recommend you read the first 2 Daydream Believer stories in this series by Chargrined before you read this story. If you read the 3rd story, you will notice I used some of his words and phases. I kept them in because I didn't see any reason to change them plus I agreed with him. Since this is my first attempt, I look forward to your positive feedback. Thank you, JACUZZIGAL for your insightful comments and editing skills. * My name is Eldon MacDonald. Everyone just calls me 'Mac'. When last time I relayed how I came home to find my loving wife of 15 years locking loins with my best friend, Steve. I learned how this had been transpiring for some years with me languishing in ignorance. Compounding the problem was the revelation that my youngest son wasn't mine, biologically, but Steve's. Without thought, I reacted in what seemed to be the most appropriate manner I applied the "board of education" to my best friend's "seat of higher learning". After the resulting arrest and incarceration, I decided to do some self examination and investigation It is here I continue the story. The next few days were busy with Larry Cushman preparing the legal documents and sorting through our financial records. The children were with Kelli and Paul, Jeanne was to be released from the hospital, and I had to go back to work. There was a lot to get done in a short period. First I had some deep thinking to do. I spent several hours each day thinking and sorting through my feelings. I was betrayed by two of the most important people in my life. I felt anger, hurt and a huge loss. I wanted the divorce; there was absolutely no doubt. My heart told me I would not be able to trust Jeanne again. Asshole Steve was history. I would have my closure with him! There were the children to consider. Diane brought up the fact no matter what happened between us, the children had to be considered in my decision. Diane, like so many others, believes you should stay married for the children. Others believe children are better off with parents trying to make their marriage work because they want it to survive for themselves. I believe children need to know their parents will always love them no matter what. They were not responsible for our breakup. In my case, the children were old enough to understand the difference between love and acting. Gradually, over time I reached my decision. It was time to talk with Stephen, Rachel and Zachary and see how they felt. I was so proud of our children and was not prepared for what they had to say. Rachel figured out quickly what was going on between her mother and "Uncle Steve", and she had already discussed it with her brothers. To say they were hurt is an understatement. They were mad as hell with their mother. Based on conversations with the children, I had to change my plans. Children know more about what's going on than we give them credit for. The children helped me move my things into the guest room. I could not bring myself to stay in our old bedroom much less sleep in the bed where my slut wife Jeanne fucked my best friend Steve. The next day I went and picked Jeanne up from the hospital. Steve would be in for another week. This gave Larry and me the time we needed. When I arrived, Jeanne leaned up expecting a kiss. Obviously she thought being allowed back in the house she was forgiven. No, I did not kiss the slut! I did thank the nurses for taking care of her as I wheeled her out to the car. She got in the passenger side as I held the door. Jeanne said her good-byes and thanked them for their kindness during her stay, we drove home. It was the first time we had been alone in over a week. "Mac, we are going to have to talk about this sooner or later", she began. I turned onto K Street. "Yes, we are but not yet. Wait until we get home and I will explain things." Jeanne turned in her seat "So, are you filing for a divorce? I don't want you to." I looked over at her, irritated. "Are you having trouble hearing? I said I would explain things when we get home." Jeanne bit her lower lip. I could tell she was fighting back tears. "Mac, I love you. I have loved you ever since we met. I...." I cut her off. "Jeanne, one last time shut....the....fuck....up!" But the bitch wouldn't listen. "Do the children know? Do they hate me?" I took a deep breath. "Jeanne shut the fuck up! Yes, they know their mother is a slut!" The slut stopped talking and started crying. Finally I pulled into the garage, got out with her small case and went into our townhouse. I didn't help her into the townhouse. I told her the children were staying with Kelli and Paul for now. I took Jeanne's case up to the master bedroom. I was putting her case on the bed when she walked in. "Mac, what happened to our wedding picture over the mantle?" she asked looking around the room. Wordlessly, I turned from what I was doing and just looked at her. She nodded and said, "Is it in the basement?" "No, it's the ashes you saw in the fireplace," I said. "Mac, that picture was priceless to us! It was the best picture from our wedding. I loved that picture! Not to mention what it cost Steve to have it done." I just turned and looked at her and said, "It's not worth shit to me and I don't give a damn what Steve paid for it. He's lucky I didn't shove it up his ass!" She looked around with a puzzled expression. "Mac, where is your alarm clock?" I turned and said, "Okay, this is the way it is going to be. First, this is your room." Jeanne started to speak. "Shut up and listen. I have not slept in this room or bed since I caught you fucking Steve in it!" I barked. She looked down and nodded. I went on. "For the next few days we are going to go through the motions of living. When Steve gets out of the hospital next week, we are all going to have a little meeting." Jeanne shook her head. "No, I was a fool. I know he was your friend and what we did was wrong. I love you. I was stupid but Steve pushed things and I let it get out of hand. I don't want to have anything to do with Steve ever again." "Well, that's just too damn bad. You should have done something about it 10 years ago, don't you think? Yes, I know about Zachary!" I had often read about it, had never really believed the color could leave a person's face; I was wrong. With this revelation, Jeanne's face had actually turned white. "Mac, I don't know what to say." "Good, don't say anything! Not until we have Steve here. In the meantime, I suggest you start making some decisions about who you are, what you want in your life." I turned and left the room hearing her sobs. I won't go into all the posturing, pleadings and door slamming which followed for the next week. She mended quickly, even expressing an interest in our getting together for a little "make up loving." I remember looking at her and shaking my head no. I knew she figured if she could get me into bed she could assume all was forgiven. The next day she came again playfully trying to kiss my neck. I pushed her away and told her to stay away from me. On Saturday she brought out her big guns. She came to the den wearing the short red teddy that had always given me an instant hard on in the past. To her surprise, I had no reaction. Upon seeing my ambivalence she began to cry and ran up to her room slamming the door. I, on the other hand, laughed and went back to reading my book. I talked Steve into coming over for a meeting on the following Wednesday. The day finally arrived and we met in the living room. Steve was sheepish and if he noticed the picture missing from over the mantle, he made no mention of it. Being a good host, I ushered them to their seats, asked them to sit, and offered them some coffee. There was no reason to be totally uncivilized. We were interrupted by the doorbell. I opened the door for my attorney. Larry had told me not to talk with them alone. So, I decided to follow his advice. I introduced everyone and explained that Larry was here to monitor our meeting and make sure I did not beat the shit out of Steve. We sat and stared at one another for about thirty seconds before Steve said, "Mac, bro. I am so sorry. I know how it must have looked. But I want you to know this was the only time anything like this has ever happened. Jeanne loves you. I love you. You're like my brother!" I held up my hand. "How many times have you fucked Tom's wife, Steve?" I asked. Steve frowned. "What?" "You said I was like your brother. The only brother you have I know of is Tom. I just wanted to know how many times you fucked Liz." "Never," Steve sputtered. "Then I am not like your brother, am I?" I reached down beside me and pulled out the cricket bat. Steve flinched. Jeanne gasped and moved back. "Steve, you are a cunt hair from having me use this on your balls. So use what little sense you have for the rest of the time you are here. Unless I ask you for an answer, shut...the...fuck...up!" Jeanne started to say something. I cut her off with a look. "Let's first get something straight. Some men would want to know when this started. Some want to know why it started, how long it lasted, where it was going. I thought long about this and you know what? I don't care! I don't give a rat's ass if it started ten years ago, thirteen or on my wedding day. Little Zack is evidence of how far it went. I don't care if it started because of an accident, a moment's unbridled passion, my absence at some critical juncture of our marriage, or just plain treachery. All evidence indicates while it may not have been leading to wedding bells, it certainly wasn't going to stop if I hadn't come home unexpectedly one day in fifteen years." I tapped the bat on the floor to emphasize my point. I paused and let my words sink in. Jeanne had her arms wrapped around herself. Steve was trying to sink into the love seat. I went on. "You hurt me beyond all comprehension. You made me do something I thought myself incapable of until just a few days ago; you made me despise the two people I loved most in the world." I turned to Steve. "You and I have been 'like brothers' as you put it for over twenty-five years. We went to junior high, high school and college together. No one celebrated your success more than I when you went to the majors. And when you had to leave I wept right alongside of you. "As repayment, you fucked my wife, had a child by her and left me in the dark about the whole thing. You destroyed your own marriage because of your affair with Jeanne." He looked up. "Where did you hear that?" he hissed. I nodded to confirm his fears. "Oh, yes, I spoke to Diane. She told me enough, I could guess the rest if I cared that much to try. But, that isn't what we are talking about. We are talking about cold-blooded deliberate betrayal. Betrayal of friendship, betrayal of your own vows and betrayal of a promise you made to me once, remember?" Steve looked at me puzzled. "What promise?" "The one you made on my wedding day, where you promised to remember just whose wife Jeanne is." To my side I could hear Jeanne begin to sob. I ignored her. I reached down next to me and pulled out a folded sheet of legal paper and tossed it to Steve. He picked it up and opened it. "What is this?" he asked. "A request for a court ordered paternity test," I explained. "A what? Are you crazy?" he stammered. "Steve, I know about Zachary. I know you think he is your son at least biologically. Well, we are going to have a DNA test done and find out for sure. If it turns out you are, then you and my devoted wife here are going to tell Zachary," I said. Almost on cue, they both leapt to their feet. Jeanne was the first one to speak. "Mac, what are you thinking? We can't tell a small boy that! He won't understand. Think of the damage you could do!" she gasped. "On the contrary, think of the damage not telling him could do," I countered. I turned back to Steve. "If what I heard the other evening is any indication, you trotted him out and waved him around whenever it suited you. But that is over. There is no designated hitter rule here. It is time to stand up to the plate." Steve looked pained. "Why, Mac? Why drag Zack into this?" "Yes, what good can come from ruining Zack's life?" Jeanne piped in. "More like saving Zack's life, Jeanne. I didn't start this. I certainly didn't want this, but I will finish it. He will be told and you two will do it! Let's not forget you two dragged him into it when you forgot a few things. Like you were my wife, and you were my best friend. Zack needs to live a life built on more than lies. Steve, there are sound reasons for this, not the least is evidenced in your own life. Why did you leave baseball??" I inquired. Steve looked uneasy. "Medical reasons, you know that." "What medical reasons? Never mind, I'll tell you; high blood pressure and neurological disorders. But Diane told me something else. You were diagnosed with the initial staged of MS, weren't you, Steve?" Steve was stunned. It is the first time I can honestly say he was at a total loss for words. I reveled in it. Vainly, I looked for a way to make the feeling last longer, stay fresher. Presently he asked, "Did Diane tell you?" "Yes. Isn't there a hereditary aspect to high blood pressure, Steve?" "Yes, there is," he answered sheepishly. Jeanne came to her feet. "You son of a bitch! You knew and never said anything?" I stepped between her and Steve, more to protect her from following my lead and doing something foolish. "You knew," she said to me. "Is MS hereditary, too?" I shrugged. "I don't know. We need to find out. Anyway that's not the issue, Jeanne. But it illustrates why Zack has to know, if it is true Steve is Zack's biological father." Here I looked him in the face, my eyes boring into his. "Sharing genetic content does not make you his father, Steve. I am his father. When he had the measles, I stayed up all night with him. When he was afraid of the monsters in the closet, I chased them away. Parenthood is not genetic." I took out a second sheet of paper and handed each a copy. "This is letter from the lab that performed the DNA tests on the children and me. Yes, I had all three children tested. It states I am the father of Stephen and Rachel, and Zachary is their brother. However, I am not Zachary's biological father. Unless my slut wife was fucking someone other than you, asshole, my guess is your DNA results will prove you are Zack's sperm donor. We were also tested for all STD's and HIV. So far our results have been negative." I took out another sheet of paper and handed it over to him. "This is a restraining order. This keeps you from coming within 100 yards of me, my children or my home. If you do, I will have you thrown in jail. Actually, it protects you too because if, after you leave here, I see you again too soon, I don't know what I would do." Steve gazed at the paper in his hand like it was a snake ready to strike. I consulted my watch. "It goes into effect in about 5 minutes so if you have anything to say make it quick. After we have the test results back, we can decide when and how to tell Zack. As far I'm concerned, you are dead to me. I never want to see you, hear from you or talk to you again. Do you understand?" For once he displayed wisdom. He walked over to the door to open it. On his way past me I said his name low and sweet. He turned to face me and never saw it coming. My fist came from down low and swept up in a narrow arc. His head snapped back and his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His eyes glassed over as he shook his head. I stood over the asshole massaging my knuckles. His eyesight cleared and he struggled to his feet. He looked at me again with genuinely sad eyes. I heard a hushed, "I am so sorry" and then he left. He walked out of my home for the last time leaving Jeanne and I to face our own demons. Jeanne got up, went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Would you like some?" she asked. I shook my head so she walked back into the living room and sat down on the love seat. She took a sip of her coffee and looked about the room as if it was for the last time. Good. I wanted her to realize the severity of what she had done. I walked into the kitchen, pulled a tumbler from the cabinet and filled it half way with Gentleman Jack, and tossed in two ice cubes. Fortified, I returned to the living room. Jeanne's eyes never left me. I took a short swallow. "Jeanne, this marriage is over and I want a divorce." She opened her mouth covered her eyes and cried. Then I continued "Jeanne, I do want to know one thing though. Why, Jeanne? No psycho babble, no justifications, just a simple why? Why do it? Why with Steve?" She sat for a moment, thinking, and looked up. "Because I could," she simply replied. Then she continues, "That time you missed our anniversary, when the three of us were all supposed to go out together. I was angry. Steve was here that night and we went out to dinner together. Steve was always here. He was like a member of the family. Well, we got a little drunk. He came on to me. I was drunk and angry enough I took him up on it. The sex was great." I held up my hand to cut her off. "I didn't ask for a review or a blow by blow. I want a reason." She took a sip of coffee. "Does there have to be a reason, Mac? Sometimes people do things just because. I realize it was wrong. I'm sorry I hurt you. I've had all those hours in hospital to think about this and the only reason I can come up with is: I liked it. He had been here so often it was almost like having two husbands. After a while that was the way I felt about it only it was even better. He was here when I wanted him and gone the rest of the time. I never loved him. I enjoyed the break every few months from our sex life. You were always a good lover. I never had any complaints but every once in a while I wanted someone different. Steve was always here. It was just sex. You never missed it. He never had my heart." I nodded. "I can understand part of that. Most people do things because they can, truth told. Thank you for being honest about it. Why did it have to be him, my best friend? Couldn't you have gone out on some pretext and had a one night stand? Why let this go on for over 10 years?" "Like I said, he was available and very willing. By keeping it 'in the family' so to speak, I didn't feel like such a whore or that I was really cheating on you. Haven't you ever wanted a different woman, Mac? One night of just sex with someone else? Nothing permanent—just a night with someone different?" "Sure. Most people do. I never acted on it, nor has any other woman had my child," I reminded her. She winced. "So where do we go from here? I love you. I love you with all my heart. I don't want the divorce." "What is a marriage to you, Jeanne?" I asked. The question took her by surprise. She seemed perplexed for a short time, thinking. "Well, it is a commitment, I suppose, between two people who love each other; a promise to always be faithful and be there for one another." Her voice trailed off with her last couple of words as she realized the gravity of what she had just said. I grinned. "Yes. And where was I in all this? Where were the children? Where was everything we worked so hard to build? Let me tell you what marriage is to me. It is a union, a joining of two peoples' lives. You said it was just sex with Steve. Maybe it was to you. But the sexual union is part of that union. When you try to separate it out you can't help it but it only weakens the union. Marriage is like a body made up of all kinds of parts: trust, love, honor, sex, and respect. When you separate any one of the parts you separate all parts of the marriage. When you have sex with someone other than your spouse you can not be trusted, you're not honoring or respecting your spouse much less loving your spouse. How could you believe you could have sex without damaging the marriage?" Daydream Believer: The End Tears came to Jeanne's eyes again. "Mac, I am sorry. I am so sorry. I was stupid. I love you. I will do anything to keep our marriage; just tell me what to do." I stared at her. "To be honest; I believe you think you love me, but you could not do what you did and truly love me. If it was a one night stand maybe, just maybe, I could get past it. But this was an affair that went on for years and produced a child!" "But I didn't love him, Mac. Can't you understand? He is a friend, yes, but I never cared for him like I do you," she argued. I shook my head. "He was just a fuck buddy, huh? That only makes it worse. If you could fuck Steve without any problem what makes you or I believe you would not have found someone else to fuck? It was just sex and a strange cock to you. True love is being committed to your marriage partner 100% of the time, not being a lying cheating slut. As a lawyer, I would expect you to understand the commitment you made to me on our wedding day. You make me sick! You got your satisfaction and you never even considered my feelings or the children's. I just don't know you anymore, Jeanne." "What do you want me to do, Mac? What can I say?" Jeanne was beginning to accept that this may not go her way and the consequences of her affair might be more severe than she thought. What surprised me was she couldn't fathom why I was so upset. She really believed there was a difference between what she did with Steve and what she did with me. She couldn't put it in the context of the larger issues. "Jeanne, I will try one last time to reach you and then I'm done." "All right", she said in a small and subdued tone. "Jeanne, when you did this, you broke our marriage contract. You betrayed me and our family. I can't make it any plainer. I can't trust you. Up until a few days ago, I thought we had a very sound marriage. Now I find you've lied to me for over 10 years. I now know while I was telling you about my next trip you were scheduling your next fuck session with Steve. You say you love me and you had sex with Steve because you could. That tells me you valued fucking Steve more than you valued our marriage. Every time I look at you I see you fucking Steve in OUR bed!" "But I didn't love him, Mac. Can't you understand? I love you!" she whispered. I could not believe what I was hearing from this bitch. I took a breath and said, "Let me see if I understand your view of love. First, you decide it's OK to fuck Steve on our anniversary, because you're upset I'm out of town on business. The sex was great so you continued to fuck him. You had a child by him, and you still didn't stop. Diane divorced Steve because of your affair, and you still didn't stop fucking Steve. You continued to fuck Steve over 10 years when I traveled. To make things worse, you wouldn't take time off from work to be with me the husband you 'love' but instead scheduled time off to fuck Steve, your fuck buddy. You call this love. I call it being shit on. This is the type of love I can live without!" I shouted. After taking a moment to control my anger I said, "What you and Steve did to me and to our family. Turns out most of our friends knew about you and Asshole, while the children and I were in the dark. I'm going to find a new group of friends, since none of our friends told me you were a lying, cheating slut. You and your lover fucked in our marital bed while our children were down the hall in their beds. You make me sick. Who are you? You're a lying cheating slut wife!" Once again the dumb bitch asked, "What do you want me to do, Mac? What can I say or do to save this marriage? I don't want to lose you!" I gave her my best Go to Hell look and said, "There is not one damn thing you can do to save this marriage, but you better find a way to save your relationship with the children. The children and I have had several intense conversations about you." She collapsed on the floor in the fetal position when I told her Stephen wanted to be called Trevor. He also wanted to know about legally changing his name. He'd told his teachers, his grandparents, and friends that he was to be called Trevor. She looked like she was in shock. She stood up, told me she was not going to give me a divorce and she wanted us to continue on as a family. I stood up, laughed in her face and said "No Way in hell will I continue to be married to a lying cheating slut!" That led to a very nasty exchange between us that got us nowhere. This came to a halt when I told her to shut the fuck up and listen. I told her we were getting a divorce the easy way or the hard way, but we would be divorced! I told her I was going to give her two options and she could choose one. Then I told her about my meeting with the children. I'd told them I was going to turn the basement into an apartment for their mother so they could see her anytime they wanted to. They did not like this idea at all. They were sad, mad and embarrassed their friends knew all about their mother. They wanted to move. I am very proud of my children, including Zack. They wanted to stay with me, so we planned to move to a new house and start over. Jeanne really began to sob when she heard the children wanted to move with me. "I've rented a four bedroom house in another school district. When the children found out what was really going on and their friends knew about your affair, we agreed we needed to start over where we did not know anyone. The movers will be here tomorrow morning to move their things to the new house. You can keep the bed where I caught you fucking Steve." Jeanne got mad and told me to stop talking about her and Steve. I told her I could talk to her anyway I wanted to. She was now free to fuck anyone she wanted from now on without worrying about getting caught by her husband. After things settled down a few minutes later, I gave Jeanne her options. We would split everything 50/50, I would get the children and the grounds for divorce would be irreconcilable differences. She would make monthly deposits for their college education. I told her I would not keep her away from the children, but they would not stay overnight nor visit when she had male company. She was responsible for making the house payments unless she wanted to sell and then the proceeds would be split 50/50. She would also be responsible for her BMW. This was the easy option. Or we could do it the hard way, which is the way I wanted to go. If she wanted to fight it I would seek divorce on grounds of her adultery. I would fight for full custody of the children and she would pay child support. "I have all the proof I need," I reminded her, "Since I caught you in the act. There's also the police report and the hospital records to back up the charges. Don't forget about Steve's ex-wife and our friends. I don't believe I will have a problem getting custody of the children. I will seek child support and will fight to keep Zack. Neither you nor Steve would be considered a valid candidate as a parent by social services. Property would be split 80/20 in my favor. The house will be sold and you will have 15 days to move. Once again, I will not keep you away from the children, but they will not stay overnight nor visit when you have male company." One of the conditions she hated was having to change her name back to her maiden name of Simmons. I did not want her to have the same last name as my children. I know it was childish, but I didn't care. Larry and I left to have a drink at the local pub giving Jeanne time alone. I wanted her to think long and hard about what she lost and could loose. Epilogue For several weeks Asshole tried to reach me and make amends. I never spoke to him. I reported his phone calls to the police. Eventually he got the message. It's been four years now and Jeanne did select the easy way. We sold the house and Jeanne moved into a 2 bedroom condo. When she sees me she still tells me how sorry she is about everything. I still don't think she understands the pain she caused me or the children. The children and I are still seeing our counselors. We are moving forward with our lives. Trevor is 17 years old and a senior in High School. He has been accepted to UVA and looks forward to being a college freshman. Rachel is 15 years old, she is a sophomore in High School and ready to start dating, not to mention getting her drivers license. Zack is a 14 year old High School freshman and very involved in sports. The DNA results revealed that Steve is Zack's biological father. Steve and Jeanne had their talk with Zack. It did not go well at all for those two. Zack told Steve he never wanted to see him again, that I was his father and always would be. Larry worked it out with Steve for me to adopt Zack and he's looking forward being a sophomore in High School. The children rebuilt their relationship with their mother. She attends all of their school and social events. Anytime the children want to visit their mother they pile into Trevor's car and go. They usually visit her twice a week. I started dating about 6 months after the divorce and could not believe the number of women interested in dating me. I guess word got out I honored my marriage vows and was a one-woman man. My children and friends keep hooking me up, so maybe I will find someone. When I find her you can bet your last dollar, we will discuss what marriage means to each of us. Right now keeping up with 3 teenagers is a full time job. I'm told Jeanne and Steve parted ways after our meeting. I guess it was fun and exciting fucking behind my back. The press found out about the restraining order against Steve, so they drug him and Jeanne through the mug for several weeks in the newspaper. A former major baseball player and a Federal Government Lawyer caught in bed by her husband, ending their 15 year marriage makes a good story. I don't know about her love life and I don't care to know. Daydream Come, Come True It's all such a sweet daydream, the tribal me. Lost in the wilderness in a most primitive world, relying on our wits and our passions to survive. Just a daydream that one man could make come so true. For more than six months he had waited for this moment. A real man could wait a lifetime and never have this chance. He watched his brother tribe's warrior woman make my way through the camp and then into the woodlands. He would feel his loins urge him forward, his every step exciting his maleness even more. Over the campfire I had made it clear, only a man who bested me in combat would have me as a woman now. Slowly he rose and made his way in the direction I had taken. He would best this vixen for he would not be denied my body. He would not be denied me. Most men feared me, the strong woman. He knew in his heart he loved this one so beautiful, so much woman, but trying so much to be the alpha of her tribe. There was a mate somehow in her lodge but it did not concern him, the alpha of his band. My message was clear though, I could not be courted as a female. I demanded to be conquered before I could be taken. Through the forest he moved, his maleness growing more excited with the thoughts of her and then suddenly the world became so very quiet. There in the clearing I stood, watching his approach. My green eyes stared at him, my gaze never diverting as I appraised my opponent. "You will challenge me," I growled in a low, lusty voice. "As a warrior or as a man?" "I will take you in both ways," he answered, watching my eyes widen for just a moment. "I will have my way with you." In a blink he lunged at me, our bodies locked together in the struggle. A strong woman, but not as strong as the male excitement his member showed through his cloth against my thigh. Our breath came in gasps and then he twisted me to the ground. For just a moment I sprawled before him, panting as I looked up, and then I lunged, tackling him to the moss covered earth. With all our strength we wrestled for the advantage, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. His manhood was enraged in its need for me but I would not be an easy capture. I am a woman to be conquered. It was only as the sun began to turn to darkness did my strength begin to desert my soul. On and on we had struggled, slowly the advantage moving to his favor until finally, as the rays of the golden disk began to slip below the horizon, I lay pinned under his body, my arms held by his knees, my pants of combat now gasps of exhaustion. "Now?" I whispered. His hands tearing my leather halter off my body was my answer. He tossed the fabric aside, looked down and gasped. He had been with a woman but never one so magnificent. Slowly he stood, staring down at the beautiful badges of my pride I carried on my chest. Shyly I covered each with my hands and turned my head away in modesty. He sank down again, catching my wrists and pulling my hands away. My breasts swelled, my nipples hardened and he whispered, "I will have my way." Slowly he fitted his body to mine, where we had wrestled now he kissed, feeling me against his body as he found my lips, my throat and then my chest. He ripped his cloth away as his mouth found my breasts and began to feed. I moaned once and then again as he ripped away my last modestly from my womanhood. "You would rape me in conquest?" I moaned. "I am lustraping you," he growled and let his maleness make his point. He opened my thighs, suckled my breasts once again and then pushed his cock into me. Our bodies locked, my legs finding their way around him as his chest crushed my breasts. His cock had its way, sliding into a velvet pussy like none he had ever had. "I am not an innocent," I panted. "I have been mated before." His cock answered me, pressing now full length, lost in my womanhood. On and on he pumped into me in lust and even more love, taking, pushing, feeling my body quake until finally my control was lost to the wind. The cock flowered and then began to belch its love into me, exploding all his male fury into my body as my conqueror, as my lover, as my man, until he collapsed, spent, defeated and weak in my lovelust. He lay against me, holding me as my body quaked once and then again. He heard my low, growling voice murmur, "God, babe. You had your way. You raped me." With one motion he rolled me onto my back and mounted me again as he grunted, "And now I will have you again." My body bucked, my eyes wide in surprise, as his kisses moved to my lips, my chest and then his mouth again found my breasts. His hands spread my thighs as he heard me moan, "No man. No man ever had me twice." "Then they are fools," he grunted, suckling for a moment and then moving downwards. "Oh God," I panted. "You would eat me? You would eat my pussy, babe?" With all his male lust he spread my woman lips and began to dine on the sweet buffet my body offered him. He tasted our lust puddle, the mixing of our orgasms sweet as any honey nectar. On and on he ate this sweet womanhood, his tongue deep into my private place, his kisses to my clit as my body thrashed. "Let me, babe," I panted. "Let me suck your sweet cock." His grunt and mounting of my body was my answer, his cock eagerly pushing between my swollen womanlips and into the wet nest of my lust. With one push he went full length, having to have this woman as a lover again. So much incredible woman, unlike any he had ever known. Hungrily he suckled as his cock pounded into me, thrusting, savagely lusting for more and more of my incredible body, taking, pushing probing, plunging and finally, again, exploding with all his lovelust into me, again collapsing, spent with a real woman. We lay panting in our love, our arms around each other, I first to gasp, "No man. Never twice. Not in one time. Ever." "I am not done," he growled, again forcing me on my back. "I bested you. I will have you." Twice more he bested the warrior woman in love embraces before my power overcame him and my lips began their magic on his cock. No woman ever before had worshipped his member like this, no woman before given in such love. He grunted in pleasure and exploded in lust at my touch, knowing it was only the beginning. Twice more he bested me again before the sun's rays began to appear. I glanced once at the dawn and then at the shreds that were once my clothing. He grunted, "Go to your lodge. Clothes," and then stretched out on the moss. He was spent but this was a woman. A woman he had to have. He watched me move away, wondering if I would return, praying I would as the fire in my body returned. In our lust grunts we had spoken truth. It was love, this lust we made. Each wanting the other, each afraid to venture to that unknown. H had bested me in combat but he doubted the fight fair. He suspected I had seduced him though I protested in our passion, it was him who seduced me. A branch cracked, the grasses moved and I had returned. Before him I stood, the thin fabric on my body barely concealing my woman's badges or my excitement. He stood slowly, watching me stare at his member as it rose in salute to my power. My lust forced me to my knees, I crawled to worship his cock again but I would be denied this time. With all his strength he caught my by the arms, drawing me up slowly, staring deep into my eyes and then stripping me nude. Call it rape. Call it lust. We call it love. The warrior woman bested him again and again as we sought not victory but only pleasure. Only the pleasure our bodies could give the other. Again and again and again we took and we gave, our lust pouring into each other as our love grew with every pounding of his cock. With every quaking of our orgasms. With every beat of our heart. Somewhere our tribes live but their lives are of no concern to us now. The world is not a big place, it is only where we dwell. I turn, I look at my man, my warrior man, and know I have found love. Then he strips me and he has his way with me. His cock begs for me as my body pleases him with every touch. Not just one night. Forever. Us. Just a silly daydream of a gray haired granny, that's all it is. The kind of daydream a woman has as she stares out a window, watching a car come up her drive. Watching it stop, and a most handsome stallion get out. A woman's whose husband is at work, who loves a stallion so very much. Just a silly daydream, even as I slowly open the door to my love and let him appraise the view. A little leather halter. A loincloth held by a single string. A daydream come true. Daydream of Us Picturing you and I sitting there, taking your hand in mine pulling it into my lap as I reach to yours. Sliding my fingers under the edge of your bikini bottom, tracing your smoothly shaven lips as you grasp and stroke my steel-like rod. My free hand reaching up to caress your hardening nipples, untying your bikini top and throwing it out of the tub. Leaning over to kiss you pulling you over onto my lap, you kneeling over me, straddling me. My right hand kneading and fondling your breasts, my left firmly planted in your bikini bottom one finger sliding deep into your tight wet pussy, as my thumb presses against your enlarged clit. Our tongues dancing between our mouths, first in yours then mine, then tracing roughly over each other’s lips. Your hands both reaching between us, you begin stroking my cock. I’m so hard now that the head has risen above the band of my swim trunks and is poking free in the warm swirling water. I stand up with you wrapping your legs around my waist. I gently set you down and slide your bikini bottom down your legs, depositing it on the floor with your top. Following my lead you quickly pull my trunks down and throw them over the side of the tub. I pull you to me and both my hands beeline for your full firm 38D breasts pinching and pulling your hard nipples as our tongues once again wrestle for control of our kiss. My hard cock pressed between us as your hips begin to grind against me, your hands on my ass pulling me tighter. Not wanting the pleasure to end too soon, I resist the temptation to take you right then and there, instead picking you up and placing you seated on the edge of the tub. Kneeling between your legs I lift your thighs onto my shoulders, gently nibbling on the tender skin of your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to the very center of your pleasure. You reach down and, grabbing me by the ears, pull my mouth to your sweet pussy. Knowing what you need, I run my tongue up and down your outer lips, then slowly push it as deep into you as I can. In and out, in and out, then licking up and down, up and down, up and focussing on your hard little clit, flicking the very tip rapidly over your nubbin. As I feel you start to shake and quiver, I slide two fingers deep into your tight wet cunt rubbing them over your g-spot, I suck your clit between my lips, treating it like a little mini- cock. The combined sensations set you over the edge and your thighs clamp on my head as your orgasm rolls thru you, your hands on the back of my head pulling me tight. As your first orgasm subsides, I lift you up and bend you over the side of the tub, redirecting one of the jets to point directly at your overly sensitive clit. Taking my 6 and a half inches of turgid cock in hand I slowly run the head up and down your pussy lips until you beg me to slide it in. Grasping your hips, I gently push the full length into you until my balls are resting against your clit. As I begin to slowly slide in and out of your tight cunt, I reach around one hand to play with your hard nipples, the other beginning to slap your firm ass cheeks every 4th or 5th stroke of my cock. As you begin to rock back in rhythm with my stroke, I leave both hands on your ass, massaging your cheeks and then gently spreading them, exposing your tight puckered backdoor. I ease a thumb to your tight ass and gently press against it; you begin to squirm under me pushing back with my force. You are holding your self up w/ one hand on the edge of the tub, your other busy rubbing your clit thru the force of the water jet. I slip the tip of my thumb into your ass and a low moan escapes your lips. Your fingers reach back pass your lips and fondle my balls, you beg me to hurry up, as you are so close to cumming. I slide the full length of my thumb into your sweet ass, just wriggling it there as I increase both the speed and force of my thrusts into your tight pussy. I reach my free hand up and grabbing your long flowing black hair wrap it around my fist several times pulling your head back. Just as I feel the pressure building in my balls, you slam back into me, groaning and screaming as an even more powerful orgasm than before courses thru you. I can feel you pussy walls contracting around my cock and it is too much for me. Telling you I am about to cum, I ask where you want it and you beg me to fill your tight pussy with my thick seed. Hearing your innocent mouth say these things to me is to much, and grabbing your hips I thrust forward with all my might as I pull you back, my cock twitching and throbbing deep within you as I shoot gob after thick juicy gob of my pearly cum into the very depths of your pleasure pit. As I collapse over you, you once again place both hands on the edge of the tub and I reach around you to do the same, my cock still twitching inside you. Regaining my strength, I take you in my arms and sit back down on the bench inside the tub. Pulling out of you, I slide you to the side and you curl into my side, your legs entwining with mine as we bask in the afterglow of another tremendous lovemaking session. Daydream Whore When I was a young girl my recurring daydream was that my boyfriend comes by my home late in the night and drives me to a party. After walking from room to room and outdoors, I suddenly know I am the only girl there. My boyfriend holds my hand and pulls me to the grass next to a pool. The backyard lights are bright. He places his hands softly around my neck, lifting me to my toes, and tells me to do whatever he says. I say, "Yes." My body shudders. I can't wait to do whatever I am told. My body is a gift for my boyfriend. He has the right to use me however he desires. I am 5' 9" with green eyes and pale skin. I have a hard body that boys and men really like. That's what they say. Big tits, hard nipples and long legs. They say my ass is fine. My boyfriend slowly unbuttons my silk top. Then my old jeans. He takes his pocket knife out. The blade cuts the front of my bra and my panties. My mouth and cunt are wet, leaking. He touches my long blonde hair and I know what he is thinking. I look up in his eyes and slowly drop to my knees. "Suck our cocks, whore," he says sweetly. I can cum simply listening to him talk to me like that. The men, boys really, come close. I can hear them talking. A tall white man says, "Look at those tits. I'm cumming on her nipples and making her lick up all my sperm." A black man takes out his gorgeous long cock, strokes it slowly to hardness and says, "I'm making her suck my balls while she makes herself cum." My boyfriend's cock is so far down my throat his huge balls are resting on my wet chin. My boyfriend loves jamming the last inch of his big dick past the bend at the back of my throat. I always look at his face to see his sweet pleasure when he slams the back of my head down that sweet inch. Breathing through my nose, I swallow his penis as long as he wants. My boyfriend makes me speak with his long, hard penis deep in my face. "When you're through drinking my cum, you'll obey my friends. I'm giving your body to them. Speak to them." I love talking with my mouth filled with hard dick. "I love your friends." Hard to hear, but they still clap and shout. There are at least twenty boys close by. So close I can hear them breathing. Cameras click and flash. My boyfriend suddenly pulls out of my mouth and jacks off on my lips. He lets me wipe the tip of his cock on my eyelids and ears. My boy friend licks a trail of sperm off my lips and kisses me so sweet. "I love you, Maya." "Oh, baby, I'll make you so proud." My boyfriend has just one rule for the guys. They have to say what they are making me do for them. The first boy has red hair. He's shy, but when he speaks I'm so happy. "She's going to call her father and her brother on my cell phone while I fuck her face and grab her hair and the back of her head. I'll come in her ears and nostrils when she begs me for sperm." My little brother answers the phone. It takes a moment for the big red hair dick to pull out so I can speak. "Hey brother. What are you doing up so late?" "Well Laura's over. We're watching movies." The red haired boy instructs me to come on to my brother, Harry, who is really handsome and who has a beautiful penis I've seen glimpses of in the shower in the morning getting ready for class. "So is Laura going down on you?" "Maya, come on, that's private." "If I were there, your sperm would be all over my face." "Sister, you are off the rails." "Yum, but you're not saying 'no'." Laura tells me everything about my little brother. She says he likes to make her copy whatever women do on porn dvds they watch. Just then the red haired boy jams his cock as far down my throat as he can. My brother can hear me moaning and swallowing. On the other end I can hear Laura slurping loudly, and whispering that she wants some cum to drink. I feel my orgasm starting at the base of my spine and spreading like a wave to my head. Red senses this and pulls his cock out in a loud slurp and pop. I speak in to the cell and beg for my brothers sperm, confess to him I'm being gang banged by at least 20 guys. Red hits the speaker button in time to hear my brother cum in Laura's pretty throat. Laura has told me how she loves being face fucked by my little brother. How good he is at eating her cunt. Red turns my head and starts shoving his penis in my ear, cumming and cumming. I never had a boy fill up my ear with sperm. It feels so gentle. It's like I'm underwater. For a few moments all the guys are silent. Red has a big load and there is enough left to fill both my nostrils. I look up, naked on my knees, and thank him, kissing and licking his sweet cock. I hear my little brother's voice asking me to wake him up when I get home. I promise. Then the black guy stands in front of me, lifting his cock so I can suck his big balls. I am real good at sucking balls. I have had old boyfriends who made me suck their balls while they jack off. I lick them and kiss them and talk to them, begging for so much sperm and promise to suck his balls whenever he likes. I have my own rule. Whoever lets me taste his cum has the right to fuck me forever. One boy took me up on that. He saw me on the beach after we broke up and he made me suck his balls in front of my high school girlfriends and make me lick his cum off his palm slowly. Back to the dream party. The boys are getting impatient with black man whose balls I am kissing and licking and sucking. I concentrate on his right ball and then his left, pulling them as far as I can from his dick. Making sure every guy can hear the pop when a ball leaves my mouth. The black guy is breathing faster and louder. Suddenly my tits are hot with fresh yummy sperm. I start talking nervously to the black guy, begging him to cum in my mouth later, after he reams my white ass. He makes me lift my tits to my mouth one at a time and watches me eat his fresh, hot cum off my hard nipples. Next, two guys step forward and cover my pretty face with their hot cum while they call me a whore and a cocksucker and a sperm drinking cunt. I am all those things and love to hear men call me dirty names. A lot. My boyfriend's nickname for me is "sperm hole." The party lasts for hours. I am taken to a bed and tied down on my back. My head hangs off the edge of the bed and men take turns fucking my face. I love how different men's cum tastes, how they sound when they cum. My mouth and throat are so relaxed and lined up to take any dick, however thick and long. I can see my boyfriend taking cash from the guys. That makes me a real whore. Extra if a guy has a really hot desire to put me through. Like a few guys who piss in my mouth and make me swallow. Or one guy who calls his girlfriend so she can listen to me beg for her man's cum. I am great at begging for cock and cum. I often make promises for later to get a tummy full of live sperm. I promised one guy he could take me out and make me suck him in public and cum on my face and walk me around with his cum dripping down my cheeks and lips. The black guy came back and untied me and tasted my hot pussy, fisted me and ass fucked me so good and came so far down my throat I could feel his sperm bounce off my windpipe. I heard my boyfriend's voice instructing me to get back to my knees for a last round. Twenty more beautiful cocks shot their sperm all over my face and I said thanks to every guy for the sweet cum he made me suck. There is more, but you get the idea. In my next story I'll tell you how my husband made my dreams come true. Daydreamin' Copyright 2007 Kyie X all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Thwap-Thwap-Thwap "Kylie, time to rise and shine, honey..." I heard a soft male voice singing softly and something hot and heavy, almost soft but very firm, was hitting me on the face. On my forehead and cheeks. On my lips. "Open up, Kylie..." The voice urged me sweetly. I opened my eyes as I felt that something being pushed into my mouth and I suckled the familiar shape instinctively. I blinked at the pale body above me, a white man straddling my face, pushing his large white cock between my black lips while he smiled down at me. His hands were on my head, fingers in my hair, and he was stroking me like a favored pet. I focused slowly, on his taut belly and then higher, his broad chest and then his face. I blinked as I worked my dry tongue around the cock invading my body, feeling the strangely welcome sensation of precum moistening my mouth, the motion of that swollen cock generating saliva to ease its passage. "Good morning." He said cheerfully and I closed my eyes because his alabaster skin was too bright in the morning sun. He was...I couldn't remember his name. Steve? Bobby? Kevin? I tried to remember, tried to think, but there was an annoying pounding in the back of my head. A small angry man swinging a big hammer against my brain and I recognized the second hangover of my young life for what it was. I was still sleeping, mostly, and too tired to think. "Yeah, Kylie suck my cock, baby..." He was chuckling, working his hips a little now, sliding his prick slowly back and forth. "Mmmphhhh..." I didn't have much choice, or maybe I did, but I couldn't feel it. I could barely move. My whole body felt sore and tired, weary all over, in my muscles and bones; even my blood seemed thick and lazy. I had to search for my arms, for my hands, cataloguing my body parts until I found them and I could lift them slowly to touch the man above me. I put my hands on his waist, around to the small of his back and then down to feel his smooth round ass, firm and muscular. If this was a dream I almost didn't want to wake up. If it wasn't a dream...Oh shit! I opened my eyes again and I had to swallow because my mouth was wet now, my tongue pressed flat, wriggling beneath that turgid cock as it sank to the very back of my mouth, bringing a weak gagging sensation and the man would withdraw, letting me recover and catch my breath before trying again. I knew what he wanted, my throat was still sore from...From the night before? I'd sucked him, deep throated him, hadn't I? Kevin or Will? Steve...The names were there, but not the faces and that was weird because I knew them all so well. I'd sucked them all and...Fucked...Oh God. My pussy hurt. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, really, and it was difficult to figure it all out, between the pounding in my head and the cock trying to force its way into my throat, and the sight of those deep blue eyes gazing down at my ebony face impaled upon that ivory cock. I was breathing through my nose and swallowing thickly, and gripping the man's ass under my fingers, feeling his cheeks flex as his cockhead suddenly found the too small opening and pushed all the way inside. My delicate throat forced to stretch almost painfully to accommodate that thick shaft and bulbous glans. My view filled with sweaty pale skin as he pulled me close against his stomach. Wiry pubic hair pressed to my narrow up-turned nose and his balls, wrapped in their velvet soft sack, fell over my chin. "Fuck...That's good, Kylie..." He breathed, holding his cock there until I rebelled against it, desperate for air and he pulled back completely. His cock hung above my face, wet and shiny and dripping over my full lips, parted as I drank cool air into my burning lungs. Saliva and precum pooled and ran over my cheeks and nose, some fell into my right eye and I blinked at it, seeing the clinging strands connecting my once beautiful face to the cock that seemed to dominate me completely. I knew I wasn't beautiful right then. Not the way I was feeling and the pain in my pussy and not just there, but my ass too? Oh yeah, my ass had been fucked sometime during the night...I closed my eyes to that. I'd been a virgin until yesterday? Or was it longer? I couldn't remember if this was the first morning I'd woke up this way. Not for any real reason, just the sense of déjà vu that haunted me then, but I pushed it out of my head. This was the first time, I was sure, this was new. I'd never woken up this way before, but I'd sucked a cock just like this, on my back and loving it with my mouth while someone else took my virginity. In my pussy first and I remembered that pain, or rather I remembered wanting to remember it, which seems odd, but true. And later in my ass, which was a pain I wanted to forget, but never would. The man was rubbing his cock over my face, I could feel it. He held my thick black hair in his strong hands, a pleasant torture as my scalp protested that rough treatment, but he wasn't cruel, merely insistent. He worked my head around his cock, sliding it over my face, fucking my skin while he moaned his pleasure. Was this the cock that had ruined my pussy and split my tender ass? I couldn't tell, I didn't remember, but someone had. The pain was an all encompassing ache, a deep rooted cramp between my thighs and I felt a burning down there, a fire that shouldn't have been. As if reading my mind the man reached behind him, twisting his body slightly and I felt his hand cupping my sex. That pressure felt good, making me aware of the yearning to be touched there. I was still drunk perhaps, but no, that's an excuse I can't make. I was slow and stupid, but not drunk. Horny as well, with a lust that crawled over my damp skin, flushed with obscene excitement at being roused this way. I spread my legs with a soft groan, widening my dark thighs to accommodate the fingers suddenly digging at my aching cunt. He was chuckling and teasing me with his voice, the deep timbre soothing somehow, comforting even as I struggled to understand his words and their meaning. "You sexy black bitch...You like that, huh?" His cock was over my lips, against my pouting mouth and I used my tongue to tickle the head. "Breakfast in bed, Kylie, just like I promised." I lifted my ass off the mattress, noticing for the first time how the sheets were wet and sticky beneath me. My stomach muscles protested as I tightened them, bringing my sex to further contact with those marvelous fingers. He was massaging my, working the greasy folds of my pussy open, spreading my swollen labia and thumbing my clit so that she buzzed with an undeniable urgency. I was fucking his hand, jerking to find penetration. My cunt demanded it, needed to be filled with something long and hard. I'd been a virgin once and not so long ago, but no longer and my womb had gotten a taste of pleasure and I was hungry for more. "Open your eyes, let me see those gorgeous brown eyes of yours, Kylie..." The voice whispered and I did as he asked, looking up at him, seeing this white man above me. He moved his hips slightly, dragging his lightly furred sack to my mouth. My vision was obscured by the penis sliding over my eyes, the head leaving a wet trail across my forehead and into my hair. I had little choice but to take his balls into my mouth, smelling him now, sweat and acrid urine perhaps, the musk of his desire rising from his pores. His smell was added to the stench of the bed, of my own body, and my head swam beneath the weight of it. The air was heavy and tropical with our passion and I breathed deep through my nose as I suckled greedily upon the lenient skin covering those resilient orbs. "Oh Kylie...That's it, get the family jewels all warmed up, baby...You're so beautiful with my balls in your mouth, you know that?" He moved slightly, so that I turned my head with a muffled moan, keeping his balls safely inside my wet sucking mouth. I washed his sack thoroughly with my tongue, rolling those full round testicles around carefully, nibbling lightly at them with my lips, and a moment later there was a flash of lightning and then another. "There we go, more pictures for the album..." He laughed. "...We don't want to forget our honeymoon, do we Kylie?" "Ummph?" I blinked and twisted my head slightly, letting his balls pull from my mouth with a moist plopping sound. "You're ready now?" He nodded and I licked my lips, trying to compose my own thoughts. I was coming around now and my head suddenly filled with questions. I had little time to voice my thoughts, even if I'd been able, for the man was moving now to position himself between my legs. He took me behind my knees, bending my long black legs over his broad shoulders and I felt my heart lurch at the sight of him. A white man between my legs, straddling me, putting my knees over his shoulders as he looked down upon me. He was blonde and blue and ruggedly handsome and this new vision sparked my memory finally, awoke me from whatever sleep still possessed my languid mind. "Kevin?" I breathed. "Kevin...What are we doing?" "What does it look like?" Kevin teased me as if I were a child. He smiled at me and pushed his body forward, rolling my ass off the bed as my knees came forward, over my heaving breasts and long hard nipples. My heart was pounding in my chest, fighting to contain the excitement coursing through my veins. Kevin was above me now, my friend, one of my best friends from college. We'd never done this, never even kissed. He was my friend, not my lover, he was someone I studied with and talked to, whose friendship I'd enjoyed and desperately wanted to keep. He was important to me, but not my lover. He couldn't be. He was white and I was black, it would never work. My parents would kill me, my other friends, my black friends, what would they think? What was I doing here? I stared into his eyes as my arms went instinctively around his neck. I wasn't aware of what I was doing and my feelings were confused and conflicted. I wanted this so badly. I'd always wanted this, ever since my sexual awakening as a young teenage girl. I wanted to have a white man making love to me, but I couldn't. I shook my head, trying to tell Kevin no, that there were so many reasons not to do this. It would spoil everything, didn't he know that? I was engaged to a man, a black man that my parents approved of. "Rodney." I whispered and if Kevin heard me he gave no sign of it. I could feel his cockhead pressing against me, prodding and poking as it searched for the entrance to my womb. I was spread wide and vulnerable, helpless even as the man pinned me to the bed like a wounded butterfly, a black moth drawn too near the flame. I'd wanted this and now I had it, but the world was ending. This couldn't be, it was wrong, we were on...Vacation. I actually smiled then as more memories spilled from the jumbled mess that was my brain. "Oh!" I gasped, arching my back and wincing as Kevin's cock found my slit and the moist hole within. His cock surged into me, splitting the walls of my cunt and I felt no pain, my reaction was one of unexpected pleasure. We'd done this before, I realized, many times perhaps during the night, and bits and fragments wheeled though my feverish mind like visions through a kaleidoscope. He kissed me, leaning down somewhat awkward to find my mouth and I responded, helpless to do anything else as my body spasmed with a pleasure recalled eagerly by my heart. Oh yes, I thought, we'd made love before and it had hurt and I did remember that sharp pain when Kevin had taken my virgin asshole for his own. But someone else had taken my virginity forever. I never wanted to forget it, and I recalled telling myself those very words, even as the pain had lanced into my very soul. I'd been happy and drunk and high on desire. The pain had been welcome, a reward for all those years of secret want and denial. I hadn't been out of control, not then. Whatever had come previously, whatever had followed immediately upon that glorious act of rebellion, the moment itself was pure. I believed that with all my heart and now there was only the dull ache, the remembrance of the moment, and even that was being washed away as Kevin moved inside me. I had his tongue in my mouth and I moaned against it, moving my own against it with a frenzy of desire. I sucked Kevin's tongue as his cock stretched my trembling sex around him. My pussy protested as a charade, a grand lie and I was clasped around him tightly. My cunt needed that cock, I was drawing him deeper and fighting to hold him there. The agony of his slow withdrawal made me shiver and I bit Kevin's lower lip, punishing him so that he thrust into me again, harder this time. He was fucking me good, driving that hard white prick into my tight black sex over and over. Our kiss was broken as we panted for air. I was clutching at his shoulders with my fingers, scratching him in my urgency to draw the man deeper. I wanted his cock in my womb, his seed in my belly. I was begging for it breathlessly, staring into his eyes, pleading with my friend and lover to drive his manhood deeper. The pain was gone completely, adrenalin and sweet endorphins spilled into my blood, giving my feverish mind surcease from the hammer in my head. My hangover was dissolving, replaced by something even more confusing. All of my senses were overwhelmed by the moment. I tasted Kevin's mouth lingering on my tongue. I smelled our union, pungent and strong, my juices spilling around his cock, running down my skin to pool beneath me on sheets already soaked with sweat and cum and virginal blood. My skin burned everywhere his body touched mine. My ears were filled with the sound of my heart and lungs, fighting to keep me alive beneath the weight of building ecstasy. Even my eyes seemed to see too much, drinking in the form of the man who was taking me. Kevin's glistening skin, flushed pink now from his exertions, his shoulders rippling with every movement. His eyes, beautiful and blue like a summer sky extending forever into the future. I was cumming. I was having orgasms one after another and I shook with the violence of their passage. My cunt spasmed around him, grasping Kevin's cock like fiery fist. He was groaning, mouthing soft words of praise and love, worshipping my body even as he plundered it. I was sobbing beneath him, shaking my head from side to side, crying out with the unexpected euphoria that stole any coherence from my lips. I was lost, senseless and floating and desperately in love. My heart was too full of it, the emotions would not be contained and it poured out of me. From my eyes and lungs and cunt. Kevin was cumming as well, somewhere in the middle of all that, he was telling me, whispering in my ear as he dropped his body low so that my legs fell from his shoulders. I wrapped myself around him at that moment, closing my legs around his waist and drawing him tightly against me. I cradled his head to mine, seeking his mouth once more as Kevin's cock erupted in the depths of my strident womb. His seed was hot and distinct and I was alive to the sensation of his sperm spilling against the pillow of my cervix. He was there, bending my sex around him and I was enveloped in a great sense of joy, a blanket of fulfillment covering me completely. It was what I'd wanted so badly, to be filled with the potent sperm of a man I could love and all my questions were forgotten then, pointless and without substance. "Kylie...Jesus..." Kevin breathed, his body atop mine fully, so that his weight seemed like a pleasant suffocation. "Kevin..." I smiled weakly and laughed beneath my breath. "...Oh my God..." "That was great...Oh fuck..." His cock was still in me still hard and leaking sperm. "What did we do..." I felt my senses coming back and with them memories and I closed my eyes. "...Kevin...What did I do yesterday? "What?" He laughed and I could detect his amused confusion. "...What do you mean?" He was stroking my hair and I was rubbing his back lightly, feeling the weight of his smooth chest against my tits, pressing down nicely on my burning nipples. He moved, just a little, working his cock back and forth slowly, just an inch, maybe two, but making love to me again and I tightened my legs around him, welcoming his gentle efforts. "Oh God..." I blinked at him. "...I remember...A church? Kevin? A chapel? Ohhh...No!" I laughed, but it was a fearful sound, shaking my head, refusing to believe it. "What did we do? Kevin? No..." "We got married, remember?" Kevin smiled. "You and me...Elvis was there? Steve and Bobby, Will was the Best Man..." "Oh...Don't tease me...Oh God..." I wanted to move, I wanted to disbelieve him, but I knew it was true. I had to get up and get away and...I didn't move at all. What would I do? Where would I go? I couldn't be married, I was on Spring Break with my friends. I was in Vegas having fun. I was buying t-shirts for my family, and mailing postcards to everyone I knew, and drinking and laughing and flirting with my best friends and... "We're married." I said. "Yeah." Kevin nodded, taking a happy breath. "We are." "I was drunk...I was...Oh, I can't..." I was pleading with him, looking into Kevin's face as he moved his cock in and out of me slowly, as I lifted my hips, moving beneath him to feel more of it in my cum soaked pussy. "You weren't that drunk, Kylie." Kevin kissed me softly. "Come on, you knew what you were doing..." "I know, yeah...I remember...But, oh God, Kevin." I swallowed hard. "I'm engaged to Rodney...My parents...I can't marry a white guy. I can't marry you." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I'd been drinking, yeah, all of us had been. Sitting around the hotel pool, laughing and talking, sipping margaritas and making plans for what we were going to do that night. I remembered all of it now, how I'd been teasing my four best friends, playing with them because I was so far from home and away from all my obligations and fears. I could do anything, that's what I'd thought, anything at all and I'd kissed Will, for no reason at all except he was so handsome and nice. I'd kissed him without thinking, in broad daylight in the middle of that hotel, and then I'd kissed the others. Those four white boys who'd taken me on Spring Break with them. My parents didn't know, they thought I was in Cancun with Janisha, with my girlfriends, but I wasn't. I'd come to Vegas and I'd been determined once there to have the time of my life. I'd kissed my friends and touched them and let myself be touched until none of us could think straight. I'd laid there in my tiny bikini, brand new and outrageous, small strips of white stretched over black skin. I'd been beautiful for them, intentionally, wearing that thong and walking around, showing off my long legs and perfect ass. The top barely covering more than my long black nipples, with mere strings to keep it in place. My large firm breasts were perfect and on eager display to all of them. I was beautiful with my hair long and loose, wavy and curly and falling around my heart-shaped face. I'd been smiling and licking my lips and flashing my doe eyes at all of them and they'd all proposed. Oh God, I remember that so clearly now. Bobby clearing his throat and apologizing even as he asked me to marry him. He didn't have a ring, but he'd make me happy. And then Steve, cute and small and urgent in his own proposal, professing his love on one knee as I lay there giggling on my towel. Kevin had proposed as well, offering me his high school ring, which made everyone laugh and give him a hard time. And Will, my beautiful Will, asking me to be his bride and be with him forever and a day. It was insane and wonderful and far more potent than any drink I might find in a glass. It lifted me inside to imagine I wasn't bound to promises long made. How could Rodney, handsome and black and gentle as he was, how could he compare to any of those men who surrounded me? He was my father's choice, not mine, and I'd accepted him as a good daughter will, in the hope that my parents knew best. That by pleasing them I'd please myself and find happiness there, comfort in their dreams fulfilled. Daydreamin' We had spent the afternoon of our quick, spontaneous winter weekend getaway on the beautiful beach of our resort hotel in the Keys, lounging on the warm, white sand, but our minds were on only one thing. Each other. As soon as possible. That was the real reason we were here, to enjoy each other. In every way. That look in your eyes was unmistakable. Smoldering unbridled lust. Beyond that, however, you were doing something that you did only infrequently, much to my occasional dismay. You were taking the lead, indicating your desire, and the immediate need to be sated. No matter who knew, or saw..or who provided it. You pulled the tin strands of your bikini aside several times, flashing me, and flashing others who watched with increasing interest, curious to see how far you would take this voyeuristic display. As was I. I intuitively realized this and recognized the opportunity that had suddenly presented itself. Shame on those who fail to heed the call of fortuitous opportunity. It was clear that the freedom of the surroundings had emancipated any inhibitions that you might harbor. You were ready. Little did you know that the next hours would irrevocably bring your sexual awareness to another level. I took your hand and lifted you off of our blanket, and we walked past the cabanas that looked so inviting. You started to steer me in that direction, wanting to wait no further to have me, and to have me take you. Now. However, I had other ideas. There were a small series of outdoor showers that were in a semi-secluded area near a side door of the hotel. The stalls were separated from each other by walls of pastel-colored tiles, yet were not completely hidden from the view of anyone who happened to be facing away from the small sand dunes, closest to the hotel pool. I gently yet firmly took you by the wrist and guided you effortlessly into the stall closest to the pool, the one most visible to any patrons who happened to be glancing in the general direction. They were about to receive quite a show, and some lucky spectators were about to be included as eager participants. With one motion, without giving you time to do anything but let out a surprised gasp, I pressed you into the warm tile of the beautiful outdoor shower, and turned on the nozzle, the spray now cascading down onto us, cooling our heated bodies. I turned your back to me, spinning you around rather roughly, as you instinctively became even more aroused when I took command of not only your body, your mind, but also the situation. You were mine now, just the way you wanted.... I knelt before you, separating your ass cheeks with my fingers, and plunged my face down and into your labia from behind, leaving your string bikini on while pulling it taut and tight into the front of your fold, the thin, sheer fabric plunging into your lips, causing small tremors to pulsate within you almost instantaneously. My tongue danced between your anus and your cunt, focusing on the small, extremely sensitive area just in between, pressing the fabric into both of your holes with my mouth. From a short distance away, out of the corner of our eye, I began to notice we were now being attentively watched and admired by an attractive couple who were mesmerized by our semi-public display of passion. The woman was a blonde and appeared to be eastern European, mid-thirties, and the man was olive-skinned, older, early fifties perhaps, Mediterranean, and they obviously enjoyed our show immensely, as she started to pull and grope against the growing bulge in his pants while licking and smacking her red lips, as he, in turn, let a hand linger below her waist, and then it disappeared beneath the thin fabric of her bottom.. While still on my knees, I licked and nibbled and gently bit on your clit while you moaned in ecstasy, experiencing the intense pleasure of my tongue while you yourself now began gazing at this other couple, between half-closed eyes, who had started to escalate their own amorous poolside carnal display. Knowing that you were now also aware of them, I decided to really make this an entertainment venue for all. I pulled the fold of your bikini out of your labia, and replaced it, swiftly, with one long, hard thrust of my ring finger deeply into your soaked pussy, the sudden, unexpected blissful force of the motion causing you to involuntary squeal in delight, and I pumped furiously into your tightness, finger-fucking you while looking right into the eyes of our newfound lady voyeur, whose own eyes riveted onto mine. While I maintained the motion, inserting yet a second finger into you, I motioned with my free hand to our audience, wagging a finger in their direction, exhorting them to come closer, to get the proverbial front-row seat. You saw them rise from their lounge chairs and approach, your hips bucking feverishly now, lost completely in the talented, magical fingers virtually splitting your pussy apart, yet simultaneously cognizant of our soon-to-be-new-close friends. As they entered the stall, glancing cautiously around and behind them to see if they were yet other visitors who may have been fortunate enough to be in close proximity, I gave them no time to ponder their own actions. I took the blonde's lithe hand into my own and began sucking on her perfectly manicured fingers. You watched, surprised at my boldness, but even more aroused now, your pelvis grinding onto the force of my digital fucking of your cunt. The blonde's companion had time only to open his mouth, about to say something, when I interrupted his thought process irretrievably by your hand, pulling it off of the tile that you had been using for support, and placed it on the girth twitching beneath his swim trunks... The partners game was very much on. To be continued... Daydreamin' "I'll marry one of you." I'd laughed, "Sure...But, don't make me pick, okay? I can't do it. You guys have to decide." And that had been a wonderful joke and our glasses were filled once more as I watched them debate and argue and discuss their dilemma. I was truly in love with each of them and I knew they wouldn't decide, for all of them loved me as well. I knew that as surely as I knew the sun would set. They wouldn't give me up; they'd contend with each other until we were old and grey and married to someone else. It was a great game, that's all, a diversion filled with promise. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "I'm getting a little hungry." I held my hand over my eyes in the late afternoon sun, looking at my four friends as they sat together, leaning close and talking. "Aren't you guys hungry yet?" "Hungry?" Bobby grinned at me, "I could eat a horse..." "But we haven't decided yet." Steve said. "Well, eat something, it might help." I giggled. "Or I guess I can go by myself." I sighed theatrically, getting up from the lounge chair slowly. I adjusted my bikini carefully, for it was outrageously small for Las Vegas, even for Brazil probably. My black skin gleamed with cocoa-butter, which I needed more as a cosmetic than anything else. I liked the smell and the warm slippery feel of it, and most of all I'd liked the way my friends had put it on me. They'd gone through a whole bottle, which was pretty funny, but nice too. I opened my bag, finding my hair brush and pulled it through my hair slowly while I stood there, posing for my four friends and about two dozen other men who were staring at me. I didn't mind. I had a nice little buzz from the margaritas and another from all the attention, which was very addictive. My nineteen year old body was a very nice one and I so rarely got to show it off. My heavy breasts were pulled taut as I lifted my arms, stretching my white bikini cups, which were hardly those in any case, to reveal all too clearly my thick dark nipples protruding beneath. My black ass was firm and round, not overly large, but wonderfully sized in proportion to my narrow hips and tiny waist. I spread my legs slightly and tilted my hips, just to give the strangers behind me a good look, knowing they'd enjoy the way my thong disappeared between my smooth cheeks and reappeared at the top. I was the only black girl around and that as much as my height and provocative appearance guaranteed a lot of attention, enough so that my four friends finally gave up their discussion and joined me. They were my four of my five best friends, the other being Janisha, a black girl who'd tried to talk me into coming to Cancun with her for Spring Break, but the guys were going to Vegas and I hadn't been able to refuse their invitation. "You guys decide who I'm getting married to yet?" I grinned at them, surrounded in the elevator as we rode it up. "Not yet." Kevin smiled, blonde and blue and ruggedly handsome, and he had his hand in the small of my back, scratching my lightly with his fingers. "We're getting there." Steve said, and he was small, just five feet tall, but devilishly cute and so much fun to be with. He was stroking the back of my thigh, sliding his hand up and down. "You planned this, didn't you?" Bobby grinned and he stood a foot taller than me, probably more, like a great blonde giant with an athlete's body that he pressed close to mine. "Me?" I giggled. "You guys asked me, remember? I just said yes, that's all." "We could go to Utah..." Steve suggested. "Yeah, become Mormons?" Will chuckled and he was the beautiful one, with his brown hair and hazel eyes. Like an angel and he reached out to touch my face. "We just want you to be happy, Kylie." I turned my face to kiss his hand and I believed him. I believed all of them, trusted them completely, and I wished that elevator would have gone up forever. I was happy there, surrounded by my four friends, my four boyfriends now, although I was slightly afraid of that idea. It was a good fear, the secret kind, and that was part of the whole deal, the whole experience that was making me say and do things beyond any semblance of normality. I went to my room, rather expecting the boys to go to theirs. We had three rooms on the same floor, theirs with two beds, mine with just a large single. They were following me though and I laughed, looking over my shoulder as they followed my wiggling butt. "Where are you guys going?" I asked. "Uhhh...Well...Err...Um..." They all looked at me sheepishly and giggled like schoolboys. "Are we ordering room service tonight?" I rolled my ass and added a little extra to my hips, wanting them to want me and I was so horny it hurt, I confess. "That sounds good...Yeah...Great idea, Kylie..." They were all in agreement as I found my key card and gave it to Steve so he could open the door. "Hey, um...Guys..." I put my bag on the little desk, turning around to see my friends and I felt nervous and excited and desperately afraid. "What we were doing downstairs, I mean the fooling around and uh, kissing..." I rolled my eyes playfully, "...That stuff, I shouldn't have been doing that, teasing you guys like that." I watched as a full range of emotions passed over their faces. Everything from happiness to disappointment to sympathy and understanding. No anger, that wasn't in them, but just the realization that we had been going to far probably. I was engaged to be married and they knew it. They all had their own girlfriends back at home. They knew I valued their friendship above anything else and they were all so good in their hearts, so compassionate in their souls. It made me weak inside, but I'd made up my mind and I knew what I was doing. "So, um...If we're going to have sex, I just want you guys to know that I really do love you. Okay?" "Uh..." They all looked at each other and then at me and I was giggling because I'd gotten them good and they knew it. My heart was hammering and my knees wobbling and I had to be crazy, but not drunk, not under any influence but the desires I had to be with them, with all of them. I wasn't sure exactly what we were going to do, or at least how we were going to do it, but I was offering myself to them. Giving four white guys my body to do with as they wished. It was a very real fantasy of mine and now it was coming true. I might have planned this from the first moment I'd heard they were going to Vegas, or maybe it had come to me just today, but either way, my mind was made up and I was waiting. "Are you sure, Kylie?" Will asked me and he had to. "You really want to...do this?" "Yeah." I nodded, stepping close to him because he'd spoken first. I put my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his, and I pulled his head down to my kiss. I shivered with excitement as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, proving once and for all my genuine desire to be with him, with all of them. I felt his hands go to my back, and then to my ass, holding me tight and pulling me against the obvious bulge beneath his shorts. I kissed him hard for several minutes and then felt someone behind me, Kevin, making a sandwich of me as his chest rubbed against my back and I turned my head, gasping a quick breath of air before kissing him. Will kissed my neck and then my breasts, pulling at my bikini to free my turgid nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning into Kevin's mouth as Will sucked my nipples hard, tonguing them sweetly and then biting my flesh gently. We were moving, the three of us awkwardly to the bed and I was laid upon it carefully. There were four men there, college boys and they all wanted me. I would kiss one and then another, while hands worked to release me from the useless bonds of my bathing suit. I was naked to them, for the first time in my life men were seeing every part of me and I burned beneath that knowledge. Four white guys playing with my black body, touching me wherever they pleased, exploring me even as I used my hands and mouth to explore them. I shuddered as someone's mouth found my sex and I'd never been kissed there before. It was Steve, kneeling on the floor, leaning over the mattress with his face between my thighs. He was flicking his tongue over my swollen labia, so dark they were almost black and then he parted them so that the bright pink interior of my hot sex was beneath his tongue. I lifted my hips, pressing myself against that new experience. His mouth was warm and tender, taking my pussy lips between his teeth and chewing them so gently I felt nothing but pleasure. I found Will nearby, his shorts removed now and his long cock hard under my fingers. He knelt on the bed, close to my face and I took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, washing his cockhead with my tongue and sliding my hand between his thighs, turning my palm upward so I could pull him closer, urging Will to feed me with his prick. He was smiling and nodding and whispering words too soft for me to hear, but his happiness was plain and I nursed on his cock as well as I knew how. Bobby was naked as well by then, and he was the largest of all my friends, his white cock as thick as my wrist and impossibly long to my eyes. He straddled my stomach and pushed his cock between my chocolate breasts, still slick and oily with cocoa-butter, and he grinned at me, grabbing my tits in his big hands and pushing them together so he could fuck his cock slowly into the valley between. I kept my mouth on Will, but my eyes on that white body on top of mine. It was everything I'd imagined, the stark contrast between our skin. White on black, that's what I wanted and now it was here. He slid his cock back and forth and it was so long the swollen head would touch my jaw and cheek before Bobby pulled it back. Kevin was in my other hand, to my left, and I stroked his penis slowly, jerking him off and rubbing my fingers over the glans to gather his precum, sliding my wet fingers back down the shaft. After a few minutes I pulled him to my mouth, giving Kevin a blowjob while I stroked Will's wet cock, and I alternated between them like that for several minutes at least, until I was having my first orgasm beneath Steve's talented tongue. He'd found my clitoris, hard and ruddy and sensitive to the slightest touch, and Steve was flicking his tongue across it rapidly while he fingered my pussy carefully. He'd found my hymen and announced it to his friends, but I was too intent on the cock in my mouth, the hard prick fucking my tits and the one in my hand. I didn't hear their thoughts on the idea of fucking a virgin, for that's what I truly was. I was cumming hard and it drove any reasonable coherence out of my head, replacing it with selfish lust and the need to express it. I brought Kevin and Will both to my mouth, pressing their cocks together as I worked my tongue over and around and between them, moaning with desire as I tried to fit both of them into my mouth at once. I was stroking them urgently, wanting those two white cocks to cum for me then, to join me in my orgasm and cover my face with sperm. It was an image burned into my imagination and I wanted to experience it, being bathed in the semen of a white man, being baptized by the two of them into my new role as a black slut for white cock. "Cum on my face...Call me a slut...Make me your nigger whore..." I was breathing between wet lip smacking sucks of their cocks. They were tentative at first and it wasn't in any of my friends to say the sort of things I wanted to hear, but this wasn't reality, it was sex, and talking dirty was part of the game I was playing. I urged them repeatedly, begging them to tell me what a nasty black slut I was for fucking four white guys at the same time. "Yeah, okay..." Kevin finally agreed. "...Suck my white cock, Kylie...Get your black lips around my dick..." "Ohhh yesssss...." I hissed, opening my mouth and sucking his cock hard, pressing it against the entrance to my throat, wanting to choke on that beautiful prick. "You cocksucking slut..." Will whispered softly as I slapped his cock against my face. "...You're a nasty cunt, aren't you?" "Ummphhh." I nodded, breathing hard through my nose and eyeing Will's face above me. "You're going to fuck all of us tonight, Kylie." Kevin promised me. "Your nigger hole is going to bleed tonight." "Jesus..." Will looked at Kevin and I pulled the cock from my mouth. "Yeah...Bust my cherry...Fuck my nigger pussy..." I begged, turning my face to get Will's penis in my cock hungry mouth. "You want to get fucked?" I heard Steve saying and I glanced towards him but all I could see was Bobby holding my tits together, still fucking my tits as he watched and listened. I groaned and tried to decipher the new sensations coming from my pussy as Steve moved so he could position his cock at the entrance to my vulnerable womb. He held my legs up, pulling them to his body with one arm to hold them tight, while his other hand was rubbing his swollen cock up and down my hot pink slit. "Are you protected, Kylie?" Will asked me and I shook my head. "It's okay...I don't care...Fuck me...Steve...Fuck me...Shove your cock inside me hard...Please..." I practically sobbed, feeling my whole body tense with the anticipation of losing my virginity. "Are you sure, Kylie...If you're not protected we can find some..." Kevin was talking to me, trying to talk some sense into me. "I'm okay...I want to feel it." I said, breathing hard and looking between him and will, stroking their cocks and smiling. "Fuck me bareback, all you guys, I want it." I took Kevin back into my mouth deeply, working hard to swallow his cock and grant him access to my throat. I wanted all of him inside me, every inch of his thick cock filling my mouth and throat and when it happened I felt my heart lurch as my throat was suddenly stretched wide around the pressure of Kevin's swollen cock. "Oh fuck...You cocksucking bitch...Throat me, Kylie!" Kevin gasped and pulled my face against his soft skin. His pubic hair tickling my nose and his loose scrotum pressed against my chin. Steve pushed into me then, his cock driving between my reluctant folds to find my hymen close to the entrance, not very deep at all. I jerked as I felt the discomfort of my flesh being stretched and then suddenly torn as his cockhead ripped through that thin membrane and gained access to my virgin womb. It was a sharp pain, hot like a knife pulled fresh from the fire, and I wanted to scream but Kevin's cock was lodged tightly in my throat and my body heaved against the pain. Only a moment later, when Steve was fully inside me, holding himself there as far as his cock would reach, and Kevin withdrew his cock from my throat and then my mouth completely, only then was I able to voice my pain. I drank cool air into my burning lungs and let it out with a low moan. The sharpness had already fled, leaving behind the dull burning, and I focused on it, locking away the memory of that moment. It had hurt, it still hurt, but it was my pain. It was a once in a lifetime pain that could never be repeated. Steve had taken my virginity. I'd given it to him and we'd shared it and I never wanted to forget it. I loved that pain and I moved against him, heedless of the ache between my thighs now. It would hurt all night, I knew, and for several days beyond probably, but I wanted that as much as I'd ever wanted anything. I concentrated on Kevin then, as much as I was able, because it was hard to focus on only one thing. I was cumming again, the good feelings washing away what remained of the pain, and Steve was fucking me slowly, in and out, being careful and considerate, and trying to make it last. I felt good wrapped around his cock, too good, a tight little black virgin cunt mouthing his cock like a newborn. He was fighting with the sensations of my pussy clinging to him, struggling to keep him out and then fighting to keep him in. Steve wasn't going to last long and my orgasms were only hastening the inevitable. "You're not a virgin anymore, Kylie." Kevin was telling me, fucking my mouth with quick short strokes. "You're a slut for white cock now, aren't you?" I was making muffled sounds of approval, fucking myself up to meet Steve's thrusts and jerking Will off while he waited for his turn. Kevin was close too and I was sucking him hard. I wanted to taste his sperm and swallow his hot semen. I wanted him in my belly and on my face. I was just a slut now, for that one night in that hotel room with my friends. I was their slut, their nigger whore, and they could do whatever they wanted to me and I'd love it and beg for more. "Ohhh fuck...Kylie!" Steve groaned, slamming his cock inside me deep and hard, so that I gasped loudly around Kevin's penis. He was cumming, Steve's cock erupting deep inside my torn pussy, adding his potent sperm to my own juices and blood. I felt his seed flooding me and it brought me off again, shaking and shivering with delight as my pussy contracted with pleasure. I was milking him, my womb drinking Steve's ejaculate like fresh cream as it soaked into my belly. I sucked Kevin harder, my mind spinning as my heart pumped wildly beneath my heaving breasts. Kevin was cumming as well then, my mouth suddenly overflowing with hot salty sperm. I swallowed hard and fast, ignoring the soreness in my recently fucked throat to choke down as much of Kevin's seed as I could. It was spilling out of my mouth, running thick down my face as he continued to pump his cock between my tightly stretched lips. "Eat it, Kylie...Cum eating bitch...Swallow it all..." Kevin moaned and I did as he asked, eating the man's sperm and tonguing his cock clean after he'd finished. Bobby was taking me next, moving his huge body to get between my wide spread legs. Steve had gotten up, standing near the bed and watching me as he caught his breath. I saw his penis, wet and shiny and stained pink with bloody semen near the head. I offered him a smile and licked my spermy lips and then gasped as Bobby found my cunt with his huge cock. He went slow, but it was a fresh pain, a sharp one as well, as if Steve hadn't broken my cherry at all. I was a virgin all over again and Bobby was being careful, fucking his huge cock into me slowly, but the discomfort was unavoidable and all I could do was stare at him, begging him wordlessly to be gentle with me. I took Will into my mouth, still stained with Kevin's semen, sucking his cock deliberately in the hopes of distracting myself from Bobby's oversized cock as it stretched my pussy beyond reason. He gave me half of it, I thought, no more than that, and it was all I could handle then. Bobby was just too big and he knew it, but it didn't detract from his pleasure, or mine after I became somewhat used to it. I reminded myself that this was what I wanted, the pleasure and pain and everything in between. I wanted Bobby to fuck me and stretch my little black pussy around his big white dick. I wanted him to open my cunt and make me his, to dump his seed in my womb and make me cum while he was doing it. Will was fucking my mouth much as Kevin had, and that was nice. I'd been stroking him with my for a long while and he was ready to cum. I sucked him into my mouth and pushed him a little to get the angle and let his cockhead catch my swallow so that I could deep throat him. I was getting better at that and Will wasn't quite so thick as Kevin, he entered my throat easily, groaning his approval and then pulling back so we could do it again. I loved sucking cock, white cock, long and hard and fucking my mouth. I wanted to drink all of them, the same way I wanted all four of my friends to cum in my pussy. I wanted them all in my tummy as well as my womb. I drank Will's seed eagerly, swallowing his orgasm while he told me he loved me. I washed his prick with my tongue and rode Bobby's cock with only the occasional flash of pain, and even that was a joy for me by then. He was getting deeper, but I had only so much room and I yelped when the head of Bobby's cock found the very bottom of my sex. He gave it a push and the swollen head seemed to crash into something altogether too sensitive and fragile, bringing tears to my eyes and driving the air out of my lungs. Daydreamin' "Oops...Sorry, Kylie." Bobby said and he never went that deep again and I couldn't tell if that made me happy or sad, because being touched like that seemed an awful lot like meeting God. Some time later, two hours maybe, or more, I had no way of knowing, it was over. I'd fucked and sucked all of them, the four men cumming at least twice each inside my body. I was a wreck, a worn out, nasty, sticky wreck of a girl, with sperm in my hair and drying on my face and neck. It was pouring out of my pussy as well, and I felt numb down there, as much as anything else, and when I felt my pussy with my fingers it seemed swollen and gaping, like it was wide open and not mine at all. I'd cum a dozen times, maybe more, little ones and big ones, and I had never felt like this before. It was insane and I was giddy with it, giggling and gasping and wondering at how different my body felt, inside and out. "I really am hungry now." I finally said and there was general laughing agreement with that. We showered, the boys returning to their rooms and me retiring to my bathroom, although I had plenty of volunteers to wash my back. There was little time to explore myself or my feelings, although I wanted to do the first, much more than the other. I knew how I felt, reckless and crazy and I was in love and lust, and I was in so much trouble it wasn't funny. So knowing all that, well, it didn't seem like a good idea to dwell on it, although I usually do. But not this time. I showered quickly, washing my body carefully, especially my pussy and I had bled from losing my virginity, but not terribly. I was sore and as I pushed a finger inside my slit I could feel the torn remains of my hymen, or I imagined I could. It pleased me to think I could feel it anyway and I was happy it was gone. I didn't feel a sense of loss or regret. Steve had been my first, but really it had been all four of them who'd taken my innocence. We went to three places before we found a nice restaurant that didn't card us when we ordered champagne. None of us were twenty-one, Kevin and Steve were twenty, the rest of us nineteen, but Vegas is a big town and we didn't look like kids. Except Steve, he was the one getting carded and the guys teased him after the second place, suggesting we find him a babysitter for the night. He took it well though, like he always does, and I promised him that if anyone was going to do any babysitting, it would be me. We had a lot of fun and it wasn't like I was afraid it would be. I mean, from the first time I'd made real friends with the guys I'd had an interest in sex with them. I kept it hidden, as well as I could, but it had been there for a long time. I'd worried though that if I did have sex with one of them, it would spoil the friendship. It would be awkward and uncomfortable for some reason. Especially if I only had sex with one of them, because it soon became clear that we were all interested in each other, meaning all of them with me, and vice versa. But sitting in that restaurant, drinking glass after glass of champagne, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was intimate, yeah, I was playing with all of them, but there was no jealousy, no arguments, none of the boys were possessive. If anything they were going out of their way to be generous, sharing me amongst themselves as if I belonged to all of them, and I did. At least that's how I liked to think of it and doubtless some people won't understand, but I wanted to belong to them. To be a possession and a toy and be guided by these four white men in their desires. I wanted to be the woman and demur and yielding. I didn't want to be their equal, at least not right then, not while we were together having fun. I wanted to be their little black slut and I played the role, touching them under the table, whispering crazy things and making lewd promises of what I was going to do to them later. It was the drink, maybe, because we were having a lot of champagne and it made me as loose as you can imagine. All of my inhibitions were gone, but I wasn't drunk, I wasn't beyond my self-control, I knew what I was doing. I was having the best time of my life and what anyone else might have thought about the beautiful young black woman flirting so outrageously in public with four white guys, I didn't care. I was a thousand miles from home. Away from my parents and friends and Rodney, and any sense of responsibility. I was free at last. "Okay...Okay...Whew..." I breathed, coming back from the ladies room and sitting down. I looked around with a giggle seeing serious faces. "...What is it?" "Kylie, we have to ask you something, kind of important." Bobby said and Kevin was pouring us all more champagne while Steve and Will nodded. "Uh..." I grinned. "You guys already asked me to marry you. What's left?" "Well, see, that's it." Bobby said slowly. "Before we decide, we have to know...Will you, uh...I mean, um...Shoot..." He laughed. "I don't know how to say it." "Say what?" I picked up my champagne, smiling at the guys and my curiosity was killing me. "He means, if you get married to one of us, will you still..." Will ran into a roadblock too, frowning and looking down. "What? God! Just ask already!" I stuck my tongue out at them. "Can we still fuck you?" Steve asked. "I mean, after your married." "Oh." I blinked at him and looked around at all four of my friends and it was a serious question for them, I could tell. "Nice one, Steve." Bobby rolled his eyes. "I guess, um...It depends on my husband, right?" I offered and then laughed because they were looking too serious. "So if your husband says it's okay..." Kevin wondered. "Well, yeah, I guess." I narrowed my eyes, but I was still giggling. "You don't believe me?" "You'll be our little black slut?" Will asked me gently and that honestly surprised me, hearing him ask that, especially in public. But only because he was Will and if our group had a conscience, he was it. "Will..." I leaned close against him, reaching for his cock so I could squeeze it under the table. "I'm a slut for white cock." "Okay." He cleared his throat and then drained his champagne and we were all giggling then, mostly at Will's expense as he turned a little red. He really was totally sweet. "Okay, ummm...We're ready then, right?" Bobby looked around the table and the guys were nodding. "Ready for what?" I asked, drinking even more champagne, cause that stuff was good. "We're going to decide." Kevin told me. "Who's got the straws?" "Me." Will said, and sure enough he laid four thin red straws on the table next to his plate, three long ones and one short. "Short straw wins." "Wait." I laughed as Will picked the straws back up, handing them to me. "You guys are drawing straws to see who's gonna marry me?" "Uhhh...Yeah." Kevin laughed. "Oh God!" I rolled my eyes, wondering if they were serious or not. "Give me more champagne first." We had another bottle and none of us were feeling very much pain and I found myself holding the straws in my right fist. I'd mixed them up under the table and even I didn't know which was the short one. I wasn't sure I wanted to know cause it was so much being surprised. "Okay, you guys, this is serious." I laughed. "No laughing." Bobby started reaching for a straw but I pulled them back. "Nope, we go in the order I was fucked in." I said a little louder than I intended and some people at the next table stopped talking and stared at us. "Sorry." I shrugged my shoulders. "Steve goes first, then Bobby, then Kevin, and then Will...Okay?" The boys picked their straws slowly, except for Will of course, but even he stared at the last one remaining for a long few seconds before taking it from my hand. "Just remember." Bobby looked around at his friends. "Whoever it is, if he ever hurts Kylie..." "He's a dead man." Steve finished and they all nodded at that. "That's so romantic!" I giggled and I was practically bouncing in my seat, because it really hadn't hit me yet that I was getting married. That was like...Insane! This was all just a lot of fun and later we'd laugh about it and... "It's me." Kevin said, not smiling or frowning but staring at his straw. "Damn." Bobby breathed and Steve threw his down unhappily. Will just held on to his, smiling, but a little sadly I thought. "Congratulations, Kevin." Will leaned over the table to shake Kevin's hand, and then they all were and Kevin was smiling then and looking at me and I was laughing and clapping my hands. "More champagne!" Steve waved at a waiter and we had toasts to the upcoming nuptials, and to our happiness, and to good grades, and the health of whoever it was that had stomped on all those grapes, and... "Oh, wow...Where are we going?" I was squeezed into the back of a taxi van, sitting next to Kevin and we'd been kissing a lot, which was really nice actually. "Little Chapel on the Hill." Steve was sitting up by the driver. "Do they have Elvis?" I laughed. "I ain't getting married if Elvis isn't there!" "Do they have Elvis?" Steve asked the driver and then gave us the answer. "Yeah, they got an Elvis. A good one, he says." "Oh my God, this is crazy." I was a little wobbly, my head felt like it was floating in a glass of wine, all the bubbles popping in my brain. "Yeah." Kevin smiled at me. "Crazy is good right?" "Arrrggghhh...." I screamed and the driver swerved with a curse and everyone stared at me. "I'm nervous." Mostly we just laughed and that really is the only scream I can recall, and it was a good one. I felt better, even if it had almost crashed us. "Paperwork?" I giggled, staring at the papers and holding a pen. "Hmmm...Full name..." I filled out the papers and I was actually sobering up a little, until Bobby got the wedding people to break out some Asti Spumanti, which wasn't as good as the champagne, but still pretty tasty. I was fitted with a wedding dress, given a bouquet of my very own, and had my face made up by a young woman who was very good at it. She talked the whole time too and I was laughing at her stories about people who get married and the wacky stuff they wanted, or the weird way they got engaged. I told her my story and the woman agreed it was a good one, especially the part about drawing straws, that was new, she said, and there wasn't a lot of new to be had in Vegas apparently, so I was a little proud. Kevin and Will were wearing tuxedos and they both looked fine. God! I could have married both of them right then and my brain was totally broken. I couldn't get married. I was engaged to Rodney, my black boyfriend. I couldn't marry Kevin. I'd known him for six months, we hadn't even dated, just studied together a couple nights a week. Hung out on weekends sometimes. He wasn't my boyfriend. My parents hadn't even met him! My parents, oh God! What was I going to tell them? I lied about where I was going on Spring Break? I lied about who I was going with? I'd gone with four white men, had my very first gang-bang, and decided which one I was going to marry by drawing straws? Hello! Anybody home? Ladies and gentlemen, Kylie has left the building...I was living on another planet and an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny voice was telling me "RUN!!!!" but I totally ignored it because this was way more fun than I'd ever had in my life. It was better than Disneyworld and when I'd been an eleven year old kid, I'd have bet real money that nothing would ever be more fun than that. I wasn't a kid anymore. The coolest part for me was that not only was Elvis there, he was our minister. They had a bunch of different ones, depending on what your religion was and what you liked in a ceremony. We picked Elvis and he was a really good one with traditional vows, because those were important to me. "Kylie, do you take Kevin to be your husband? To love, honor, and obey, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, until death do you part?" "I do." I swallowed hard, blinking at the tears forming in my eyes as I looked at Kevin through the white gauze of my veil. "Kevin, do you take Kylie to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish her in sickness and in health, through good times and bad, until death do you part?" "I do." Kevin said. "Do you have the rings, man?" Elvis looked at Will and he held out his palm, on which rested Kevin's high school ring. "Just one." Will shrugged. "It's cool." Elvis nodded as Kevin picked it up and placed it on my trembling finger. "By the powers vested in me by Almighty God and the State of Nevada...I now pronounce you King and lil' Mama." Elvis closed his book and adjusted his sunglasses. "You can kiss her now, man." Kevin did kiss me, lifting my veil and taking me in his arms and he gave me some tongue too, a serious kiss, and I felt my sex burning with desire just then. I was married and Elvis was watching, and Will and Bobby and Steve were clapping, along with about a dozen other people waiting their turn at the alter. It was perfect. We had pictures taken and a little wedding cake and some more wine, and I kissed the best man, pushing my tongue into Will's mouth in front of my new husband and everyone else. Bobby grabbed my ass, picking me up off my feet so I had to wrap my legs around him while we kissed. And Steve, my first now and forever, he gave me a soft, sensual kiss that had me melting after a long two minutes. And of course, I had to give Elvis a kiss, and while he didn't grab my ass, he didn't seem too shocked when I slipped him the tongue. He just grinned and licked his lips and gave my husband a look like we were all crazy. But that was Vegas too, so maybe not that crazy. "Wedding presents!" Bobby was grinning and I had no idea what he was talking about, but I found out soon enough. "They sell toasters here?" I asked with a giggle, looking around the tattoo parlor. "Bah!" Bobby waved his hand. "Your cousin can get you a toaster; I'm getting you something you need!" "Oh yeah?" I rolled my eyes. "I need a tattoo?" I wasn't sure I wanted a tattoo, but maybe a small one would be cute, like on my ankle maybe, or on my hip. I'd seen girls with nice ones and I liked it okay, but I was black too, so I tried to imagine what I might get. It was totally weird, of course, getting a tattoo for a wedding present, but it fit in with everything else just perfectly, believe me. Nothing was going to be too weird that night. "Damn straight!" Bobby chuckled and I didn't know what he was up to, nor do I think any of our friends knew, at least not for sure. "What are you guys looking for?" A guy was asking us and he was big and tattooed all over and looked like he belonged on a motorcycle. "We need a tattoo for my friend's brand new wife." Bobby grinned and the guy looked at me, not really sure if we were messing with him or not. "I just got married." I smiled. "Okay, well sure...Anything in particular?" The guy took it in stride. "Do you have like a rose, just a little one? Or a butterfly..." I started saying, missing the point completely as Bobby started laughing. "...What?" "It's my gift; I get to pick it out." Bobby grinned at me. "Oh, well...Okay." I shrugged. "Just, um...Nothing really big, okay?" I eyed the guy waiting on us. "And no spider webs on my elbows." They both laughed at that and Bobby was talking to the guy, both of them glancing at me and I narrowed my eyes, leaning closer, but I couldn't hear what Bobby was saying. "You better ask her about that one, dude." Tattoo guy said and whatever Bobby had said must have been strange. "What?" I was a little nervous and I smiled at Bobby. Ten minutes later I was sitting in a tattoo chair with my pants off. That wasn't the strange part though. I swallowed hard as Tattoo guy pulled my panties down, probably a little farther than he needed to, exposing my hard little clit and my dark labia. He was going to tattoo me, I'd already agreed to that, but first he was going to shave me and I guess he had to, but I was still surprised. He used a straight razor and he as very good with it, thank God, but I still flinched everytime he got near my clit. I was pretty excited too, which was obvious. My pussy lips were plump and dark and really greasy, and the man asked me if I wanted him to go ahead and shave everything, which seemed reasonable. But I didn't realize he'd have to like grab my pussy lips and pull them, you know, so he could get the sides and everything. I was slippery and I apologized for that, gasping as he pinched my pussy lip hard. Mostly I was feeling rather glad I was a dark skinned black girl and so my face didn't get really red, just...darker. "You have a really pretty pussy." Tattoo guy said. "You're new husband must really like it." "Thank you, yeah, I hope he does." I giggled, glancing at Kevin who was crowding the open doorway along with Steve and Will. Bobby was in the room with me. "Where is he tonight?" The man asked and before I could answer, Bobby was talking. "He got drunk at the reception and passed out." Bobby shrugged. "You know how it is." "I guess so." Tattoo guy chuckled, slipping a finger gently inside my vagina and pulling at my left pussy lip with his thumb. "He's a white guy?" "No." Bobby laughed and I just giggled, watching that straight razor snick away shaving cream and little black pubes to leave me smooth as oiled mahogany underneath. "He's black." I wrinkled my nose and laughed. "Really?" Tattoo guy nodded. "Oh yeah." I sighed. "He was really looking forward to tonight, but..." I shrugged. "...He missed his chance." "So you're serious about this?" Tattoo guy was working his finger around inside me a little more than he needed to and I squirmed a bit. "Of course." I grinned at him. "It's permanent, right?" "Pretty much, yeah." He agreed. "Me too. I'm permanent." I bit my bottom lip and closed my thighs around his hand, just for a second and spread them again. "Sorry. That just felt really good. You must shave a lot of, uh...girls." "A few." Tattoo guy removed his fingers slowly, smiling at me. "Not too many pretty black girls though." "Good." I stuck out my tongue. "Maybe you'll remember mine then...I mean me." "Uhhhh...Yeah." He laughed. "Okay, I'm gonna just ink it; you want the Gothic letters, right?" "Uh-Huh." I nodded. "Not really big, but readable, you know?" "Sure." He smiled patiently. "Is it gonna show up okay on my skin? Am I too dark for black ink?" I wondered. "No, you're skin's beautiful, it'll look good, I promise." Tattoo guy was fixing his tattoo gun needle thing and I was a little nervous, but pretty excited too. "This is so cool, Bobby." I grinned at my friend. "The best wedding present ever." "You're welcome, Kylie." Bobby smiled back. "I just didn't want you to forget about us." "As if I could!" I laughed and looked at Tattoo guy. "They took my virginity today." "Yeah?" "Uh-huh." I nodded. "And a girl never forgets her first." "I don't think you will." He shook his head. "You want it in one line, or two?" "What would look best?" I asked, staring down at my freshly shaved pussy and most especially the soft swell of my Venus mons just above my clit. "Well..." He grabbed a wax pen. "Probably two lines, a little curved like this..." He drew a gentle arc on my skin. "Yeah," I agreed, "put 'White Cock' on top and then 'Only!' underneath it...Yeah, that'll be nice." "White cock only." Tattoo guy laughed and shook his head. "You love your new husband?" "Oh yeah." I said with a shrug. "I just don't like black cock." "Well, good for you." The guy shook his head with a smile. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Ohhh ohhh God..." I was bent over a low arm chair, with my knees on the seat cushion and spread as wide as possible, my elbows on the padded back, leaning over it while Will fucked my pussy from behind. Daydreaming While sitting in my room, I imagine forbidden fruit: a feather-light touch, barely conveying the words I long to hear. I want you. I need you to want me. I long to see your eyes light up at the thought of a kiss, a touch, and more... Who am I? Does it matter? I am who you want me to be, whether the object of your most secret desire or just a dream of someone you've never actually met but about whom you fantasize. Who are you? You are my fantasy, my beloved, my lover. I long for you to whisper sweetly in my ear the words I want, I need to hear. Maybe I have met you already or maybe I will never meet you. I have no idea if you exist. You know me intimately, as I do you. I love to witness your desire, love to fell your warmth, feel you inside me. I love gently or roughly touching you with my finger, hand, or tongue. Sensual music sets the mood and heightens my already burgeoning desire to explore you as if I haven't already discovered every inch of your delicious body. I envelope you with my tongue, exploring every inch of your sex. I gently, then boldly stroke that special spot that always takes you over the edge with my tongue. I love it when your desire explodes; you tremble, and explode your sweet, tangy juice all over my face. Your turn. I impatiently wait as you prepare your plan of attack, so to speak. You touch me, fueling the fire burning within me. I plead for release, but your sweet agony reigns as you enter one, two, three fingers...I lose count. You begin to move them in and out, rhythmically to the music- I feel relief arriving but suddenly you stop, cooling me off with some of the sundae we had along with each other for dessert. Then you replace your fingers with something much larger, very cold and hard. "I thought a frozen banana would go well with the sundae," you whisper softly into my ear, then lightly nibble on the earlobe. It takes some time, but I adjust to the cool invasion and finally, achieve my reward. You begin to lap the mixture of my juice and melted sundae and eat the banana. "Delicious," you say wickedly, as your stimulation causes me to explode in ecstasy again... But it is only a sweet dream, one of the many I dream of when I touch myself, imagining the feeling of the warm mouth and the cold ice cream and frothy whipped cream on my enflamed sex. I'm waiting for you, keeping myself busy with my own fingers and snacks... All this work has made me hungry, I think I'll go have a sundae. :) Daydreaming Chapter 1 It started out as a long, hot day of sitting. Waiting on some hopeless individual who's washer or dryer or some other wore out old appliance had quit working. Waiting for them to come by and purchase one of these second hand (also wore out) appliances that I sell. So here I sit. Waiting, dozing. To keep me from dozing, I read a few chapters of a crime thriller by James Patterson, an Alex Cross book, Jack and Jill is the name. Great book so far. As I sit here though, my mind drifts. It goes to a place that I love to be, more than just about anything. My beautiful Babygirls arms. I can't describe the feeling I get when I'm in her arms. But partly its a feeling of safety, comfort and relaxation. Its like the world just disappears. As my mind drifts further, I begin to daydream, fantasize I guess you could say. I begin to see her and I, sitting on the couch doing what we love, watching food network. Whether it be Chopped or Triple D. She sits there quietly between my legs, slightly on here side, with her head resting gently on my chest. Her hand laying there also, playfully twirling my chest hair with her fingers under my shirt. As she continues what she's doing I ever so gently push her hair behind her ear so that I can see all of her beautiful face. Her flawless natural beauty always gets me. God broke the mold after he made her, because I'm sure there could be no one that matches her stunning beauty. As I brush her hair back, she turns and looks at me with her captivating green/gray eyes with little starburst in them. And let me tell you, when I get caught in those eyes, its like they take possession of me. I get lost every time. As she looks at me its as if she's telling me something through her eyes or mind. Kiss me. Daydreaming Chapter 2 Kiss me!!! With her thought running through my mind, I gently caress her face and turn her to face me. As I gaze into her eyes I can feel this burn, this yearning deep in my chest. She still makes me anxious. After being together for twelve years she still gives me butterflies. Slowly I lean in to take of her sweet, supple lips. The taste of her lips is like honey. Subtle and sweet. The taste of her saliva is slightly salty. Sweet and savory have always been a favorite of mine. Her lips are soft like velvet. Perched slightly but just firm enough to meet mine. As we kiss I slowly move my hand over her back, up to her neck. My fingers run through her soft hair that smells of hemp shampoo and conditioner. They slightly graze over her neck giving her goosebumps. I can feel the tension building in her. She begins to kiss me a little more passionately. As we kiss I feel her tongue slightly touch my lip. I open my mouth just a little wider to take her tongue in with a welcoming feeling. We kiss slowly, passionately. Our hands begin to roam. Then she stops me. Daydreaming Chapter 3 "Take me to bed!" she says, in a sexy yet demanding tone. "Yes ma'am." escapes from my lips. I take her hand in mine and lead her towards our bedroom and our queen size bed. As we enter the door I turn and look her in the eyes. As I turn I take her in my arms because I know that's where she wants to be. Held close and know that I love her. And I make sure that she knows that the love we are about to make is not just some random fuck, not just some wam bam turn over and go to sleep with hardly a word between us. My hands begin to roam and caress her body. Down her back to right above her sexy, beautiful ass. I slide my hands under her shirt and raise her arms to remove it to free her glorious breasts. Her breasts are creamy white. Her nipples stand at attention before the cool air of the room hits them, letting me know she's already very aroused. As it turned out she'd been that way most of the day. I begin to kiss her slender neck, slightly sucking at little bits of it. I do my best to get her fully aroused with anticipation. As I kiss her neck my hands move to her waist. I pull her tight against me so that she feels every inch of my hard cock pressed against her stomach. She lets out a light moan of approval. As I kiss her neck I start moving lower as my hands do. My fingers slip inside the waistband of the shorts she has on. As I move down so do the shorts. When I pull them down I notice a string of wetness between her shorts and her exquisite and delicate flower. There's a wet spot on her shorts that tells me I must be doing something right. The smell of her sex fills my nose. This makes my cock throb as if the head could blow right off. When I see this I can't help myself. I use my finger to gather all of the sweet nectar of her flower that I can and I put my fingers in my mouth. Mmmmmm she tastes so good. Daydreaming Chapter 4 "Mmmm damn you taste good" With the taste of her sweet juice still on my lips she pulls me up and kisses me deep. "I do taste good don't I." she says coyly. Then she starts to kiss my neck. "Yes baby." I moan. Her hands begin to move over my body. Every muscle in my body tightens as she kisses my neck and chest. Her hand slides down my body taking hold of my rock hard cock. Starting at the base she grips it and slowly moves up and down with her hand. She then glances up at me and says "This is mine." "Yes baby every inch." She slowly kissed her way down my body till she was on her knees in front of me. Looking longingly at my 8 inch cock only mere inches from her face. "All of it right?" And before I could get the yes out of my mouth she put the head in her mouth and sucked some precum out. "Mmmmm your cock tastes so good." She then proceeded to lick the bottom of my cock with love and passion. She then lifted my leg up and put my foot on the bed and kissed my sack and sucked it into her mouth. Then below my sack she licked my perineum. "Damn baby that feels so good". As she turned her face around, my cock rested on her face as she sucked delicately at my sack. She then took the head of my cock in her mouth again. This time she didn't stop there. She sucked my entire cock down her throat and held it there for what seemed like a minute. I could feel my dick twitching in her throat. Not from orgasm but just sheer pleasure. I pull her up and took her lips in mine. I love the way her mouth tastes after she's sucked my cock. Daydreaming Chapter 5 "I taste good too" "yes baby you do" she replied. I then layed her down on the bed as I tried to catch my breath from the pleasure I'd just received. I started kissing her body. I started at her neck and worked my way down to her breasts. As I kissed her chest she began to moan, I then kissed her nipples softly and gently. Slowly pulling them into my mouth, she gasped and put her hand on my head and moaned "yes baby". I then moved up to her lips, and positioned myself over her my hard cock touching her. I reach down and parted her lips. I then raised up and looking straight into her eyes I placed the head of my cock on her moist slick flower. Then easily slipped inside. It was tight. She melted under me like butter. The feel of her tight wetness nearly sent me over the edge right then. I slowly eased every inch into her. Her eyes opened wide with pleasure. She looked at me and nodded. "Yes baby. Deeper!" I steadied myself above her and plunged every inch I had into her. She let out a blissful scream. "Fuck me Seth." She screamed. As we went we got into a sexy rhythm. I pushed in, she pushed down. It was amazing. As we really got into a rhythm I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock. Trying in every way to pull the cum out of me. As she tightened down I knew she was about to cum and the look on her face said it was here. As I slid in and out of her warm silky wetness my balls were swinging back and forth. Full of cum and ready to release. Harder, faster, harder, faster. I knew we were both close but I was going to make it last. "Oooooohhh mmmmyyyyy Gooooooddd. Yes baby yes." Randi screamed. And at the same time she tightened down like a vice I felt my cock begin to spasm and balls begin to twitch as I exploded hot cum deep inside her tight smooth wetness. I held my body up over her. I wanted to just collapse. As I looked into her eyes I felt worlds away. "That was amazing baby!!! Daydreaming My initial thought was that this was all a dream, one long wild dream, but then I realized it was real. Very real. My senses had not deceived me. It was not my mind playing tricks on me, it was pure emotion. Undeniable pleasure that was washing over every nerve ending and uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. I was at my desk on Saturday morning sipping coffee enjoying the quiet office and the availability to work without interruption of the phones or anyone. The clock that he had made me was making the only noise in the room, faintly; I could hear each minute tick by. I realized that the noise was hypnotic. Had he done this intentionally? Created those clock hands that moved ever so gently yet with definitive purpose to remind me of his own. Crafty that man I have been longing for. That alone set me in motion for the events that followed. I removed the CD from it’s homemade case and slid it into the deck. The music was pure magic. Exactly what I needed to motivate me and make me smile from the inside out. Tingling sensations hit me here and there as I thought of him taking the time to burn the songs onto this disc as the words burned into my heart. With each beat I thought more and more of my true love. The words embedded in my brain and filled me with joy. I sat back in my cool leather chair staring out of my office window and let the songs take me away. I was transformed into another place, another time, another spell taking me over and filling me with happiness. I laid back and closed my eyes and felt his hands gently rubbing my temples. Sliding his hands down my face and upwards again with determined pressure to release my stress and assist me in my day by releasing any worries or cares. I felt completely comfortable and was being slowly guided into his world. He was taking his hand and I allowed him to lead the way. I followed eagerly awaiting the next move. I could only smell and feel him, as I was blinded by the sunshine on my face, and we was not visible to me. It was touch and smell only. I was unable to reach out for him as when I did he was not there physically, only in my mind. I continued to relax and became increasingly aware of his hands rubbing my shoulders and gently massaging the back of my neck. I had bent forward by this time and was resting on the desk. He stroked my back and neck with such firm yet gentle strokes. I could feel everything negative thought leave me. I began to moan under his strokes. My clothing had become an obstacle for him and he persuaded me to lift my arms as he removed my top and placed it in the side chair. I barely remember being turned around, but was immediately aware of his mouth on my chest. Sliding my bra down and away from my wanting flesh. His mouth suckling and nibbling my breast one at a time while the other would enjoy his gently massaging of my nipple. Erect and hard he sucked and nibbled on them with a determination that I could only imagine would lead to more. I by this time was arching my back and longing for him to find my moist warm center. He had no idea how long I have waited for this, nor how I longed for him to take me completely. He remained dressed as if to say this was for me, all about me. I could not open my eyes to see him but I knew it was my Joel. I could sense his love and his concern. His mere touch sent chills through me. I needed more. I stood and completed the task of disrobing. I stood before him naked and needy. He helped me sit on the desk and positioned me perfectly so that he could sit before me and feast on my breast and stroke my clitoris at the same time. I could barely breath as I was wanting to strip him and have him inside me, but clearly he was not going to allow this to happen. Finally, after many moments of almost reaching a point of no return, he laid me back gently on the desk and placed his mouth on me. He licked and sucked and fondled me until I could not last. I was completely arched into him and met his mouth with force because I needed to be had like this. I needed him to finally bring me to the brink and he did. I could not recall how I finally became redressed and sitting at my desk, but I know I was not dreaming. My moisture was real, my dream state was undeniable, my inner core had been shaken and I have never felt this way before. . . well, I had but he had definitely been in the room at that time. Where was he now. Was I dreaming? I did not know. The feeling was so real. I suppose time will tell… Still moist! It must have been real. Daydreaming She had just got out of the shower, and was sitting at her computer drying the beads of water off her body when the thoughts came again. She tried to stop them, but somehow they overpowered her. She knew these thoughts were so wrong, and having them went against everything she believed in. She felt guilt, and shame, yet somehow all of this excited her. They had been talking for a short awhile, and she had grown quite fond of him. They shared similar interests; their thought pattern was the same. She couldn't help but think this was partly the reason for her interest, yet although she didn't even admit it to herself, she knew there was more. She opened her messenger, and saw that there were some offline messages for her. She waited for what seemed like an eternity for the messages to load, and yes, they were from him. Her heart started beating faster, the guilt was back, but she found herself smiling a soft little smile. She leaned back in her chair, and let her mind wander... They were at a lake. It was a gorgeous summer night; the moon reflected a bridge over the lake, making everything in its path glow. The bond fire in front of her was warming her legs, making her face glow. There were people all around her, talking, dancing, and drinking. She was slowly sipping her beer, watching everyone, feeling slightly tipsy. She wasn't much of a drinker. Someone was playing a guitar; soft music flowed in the air. Her thoughts on him... She gets up; deciding to go for a walk, and slowly makes her way out of the clearing toward a path that leads through the hills. Walking slowly, deep in thought, she makes her way up the steep hill. The air is so warm against her skin, the moon shining brightly illuminating everything in its path. She makes her way to the edge of a cliff and sits down, watching the lake below her. It is so peaceful up here, she thought, so quiet. The soft summer breeze was rustling in her hair. Sitting there, her thoughts return to him. Sudden urgent need mixed with guilt fills her. She knows she's alone, and lets her hand brush against her already moist sex. She can feel the heat of her need through her thin shorts, the dampness. Leaning back she slowly rubs herself, moaning softly. Her need getting more urgent, her hand slipping inside her shorts, she rubs faster. She hears a something, like a branch or twig breaking, and stops. Her breath heavy and uneven, she looks around, but sees no one. She waits awhile, listening, but doesn't hear it again. Her hand returns to her hot wet sex, slowly rubbing in circles. Her eyes are closed, she moans quietly. Suddenly she knows she's not alone anymore. She can feel his presence. Somehow she knows it's him. Her hand quickly moves to her side...she's fighting to get her breath even. Then she turns her head and sees him standing there, watching her. She feels slightly embarrassed, knowing he had seen more than he should have. She stands up and says "hi". "Hi, I was wondering if you were ok" he replies with a sly grin on his face. "I'm great thanks" she replies coldly. "I was just heading back," she says, quickly walking past him. He grabs her arm roughly, and holds it tight. He pulls her hard against him. She's startled for a moment, then starts to fight back. "Let me go" she hisses at him. His arms tightly around her, she slaps him hard. "You like it rough I see" he laughs. He's forcing her to walk backward until he has her backed up against a tree. Pinning her against it with his body. His hand roughly pulling her arms above her head. She struggles harder, but he's much stronger than her. He forces her legs apart with his, pressing hard against her. She tries to fight him. He leans closer, his mouth close to her ear now. She can feel his hot uneven breath, it is making her shiver. She feels his hard cock pressing against her. She moans involuntarily. "Tell me you want me," he demands harshly, pushing hard against her. She won't answer him. Her hot, anger filled eyes locked in his. "Tell me," he repeats softer this time as he moves his head, his hot lips pressed lightly against her neck. Her body is on fire, but she fights him, and the feelings he has aroused within her. "This is so wrong" her mind keeps repeating over and over. He pushes her harder against the tree. His lips crushing hers. She bites him hard, drawing blood from his lip. It trickles down his chin. He laughs against her mouth, forcing his tongue in. She can taste the blood, as his tongue forcefully explores in her mouth. His lips pressed so hard against hers, it's painful. Yet she's getting more and more aroused. He lets go of her arms, his one hand slipping inside her shorts. His mouth never leaving hers. She's gasping for air, her head spinning. His hand pushing her shorts down, past her knees. "Say you want me, say it," he demands hotly against her mouth. "I can feel it, you're soaking wet," he whispers. "SAY IT," he demands again, she refuses. He drops down to his knees in front of her. She leans helplessly against the tree gasping for air as he removes her shorts and lifts her legs onto his shoulders. He buries his face between her thighs, his tongue exploring her dripping wet pussy. His mouth moving up, finding her clit, he gently bites it. She's moaning wildly, her fingers digging into the tree for balance. Then he pulls away. She whimpers in disappointment. "Now tell me," he demands again, as he stands up, pressing against her shaky body. "NO!" she snarls at him as she tries to push him away. He forces his mouth on hers again, crushing. She tastes blood and herself on him, as he skillfully explores in her mouth. He moves his hands to her hips, and quickly lifts her up. Her legs wrap around him tightly, her back hard against the tree. "Why are you fighting it baby?" he whispers, "You know you want it," he says sarcastically. With one hand he reaches down to undo his pants, they fall down his narrow hips to the ground. His cock so hard, it's pressing against her. She can feel it throbbing against her skin. She moans. Taking it into his hand, he rubs the head against her pussy, teasing her. She's throwing her head back, moaning loudly. "Tell me now" he demands. "Oh god I want you" she whispers, her voice shaky. "Louder," he demands harshly. "I can't hear you" "Yes, Yes, I want you" she screams. He laughs. Crushing her mouth again, he lowers her down his body, and with one hard thrust, he pushes deep into her. She gasps against his lips as he starts to move in her. Deep thrusts, followed by short quick ones. Her nails digging into his back, scraping down, drawing blood. The heat building within her. "Oh god," she screams as he moves faster, deeper, harder in her dripping wet pussy. Her back scraping against the tree, he's slamming hard into her. She's moaning wildly now, her head trashing from side to side, sweat dripping down her spine. His hard cock pounding into her, over and over. She can't take it anymore. She digs her nails into his back, losing control. Her hips start to shake, she's moaning in ecstasy as her cum gushes out of her, soaking him. It runs down his thighs, dripping to the ground. Her pussy contracting around him, pumping hard, squeezing tight. He's fighting to stay inside her, holding back until he senses she's almost done, then pushes deep into her with one hard thrust, and explodes deep inside her. Through a haze she hears the phone ring, bringing her back to reality. She's shaking, there's a puddle on the floor beneath her. She fights to catch her breath as she reaches for the receiver. "Hello" she says with a shaky voice... Daydreaming There was a split second of illumination in the bedroom revealing a small television on a stand at the foot of the queen-sized bed, two small side tables on either side and a small pile of male and female clothes strewn across the floor, attesting to the earlier interactions of the two lightly covered figures in the bed, followed by an end-of-the-world crack of intense thunder that roared and bounced off the walls of the tiny hotel room, causing one of the figures to suddenly scream violently and throw back the covers as she snapped up, her hair over her face and breasts and look around in confusion and terror as she struggled to recognise her surroundings. "What the fuck! What is it? What..." shouted the other figure, who had of course been woken by the hysterical reaction of the woman and sat up suddenly, grabbing her with one hand in worry. There was another sudden flash of light and he briefly saw the frightened look in her face before another insensitive crack made her scream again and he felt her body leap impossibly into the air from a sitting position and he threw his arms around her protectively, as if to deny the God of Thunder and Lightning its coveted prize. As he held her in his arms, he felt her heartbeat fluttering insanely like a sparrow heart in his hand. He pulled her to him and shushed her gently, petting her head, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. "It's alright, it's just a storm. It's okay, I'm here. Shush. It's alright" he repeated quietly, to placate her. She clung to him, her head in his chest, her hot breath issuing fast against him. "I'm sorry," she eventually said looking up at him and smiling, "Jesus, that scared the living hell out of me." She reached up and kissed him softly, moving her arms around his waist and pressing her naked body against his. He felt her warmth soaking into him and her breasts were soft and sensuous on his skin. He felt the familiar heat in his loins as he started to harden and returned her kiss with interest. Now his heart was starting to quicken and they fell back together, lips locked and hands exploring for anything they may have missed last time. Her hand moved down the bisection of his torso scratching her nails over his tender skin as she went until finally wrapping her fingers around his erection, slowly starting to stroke him up and down. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down the curve of her back, luxuriating in her pampered and delicate skin, stroking the concave of her lower back before finally clasping a soft buttock and squeezing rhythmically in time to her own caress. He strayed across her hip and, as she moved her leg open and up onto his leg, tenderly stroked the soft lips of her feminine core, feeling her moisten and open to him. Their breath was heavy in each other's mouths as she pulled him by his root towards her, needing him inside her. She felt the end brush against her and moaned in expectance; he pushed his hip forward slightly and felt her parting as he entered her slightly. He rocked his hips a couple of times, feeling her wetness spread and wanting to push himself all the way in with one thrust. He restrained himself as he pulled back and lifted himself up over her, she opened herself up to him in complete surrender and he looked at her for a moment; this beautiful woman in the passion of lust and desire, wanting him desperately, as much as he wanted her at that moment. Her arms and legs moved in accord and wrapped around him in an attempt to pull him into her. Her arms went around his neck and she reached up to kiss him and thrust her tongue like a dueling sword repeatedly into his mouth, in an oral battle of sensuosity. Her legs were locked in the small of his back, by the ankles and as her hips came up to greet him, he pushed forward and down in one smooth motion, his whole length sliding easily into her to the hilt. They both moaned in rapture at finally connecting and as he started to move in and out of her, their breathing became ragged and husky. Their hips slapped against each other as they moved in unison, as if they had become one. He grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, fingers locked together as his whole body pressed down on top of hers. She felt impaled over and over again by him and his hipbone was hitting her sensitive spot every time he dove into her. "I'm almost there," he whispered breathlessly into her ear. "Come with me," he begged. "I'm so close," she cried. "Just a bit more, faster, faster," she begged back. His hips thrust into her over and over and he felt his own excitement almost reach its peak. He bit her neck, trying not to be too hard on her as he tried in desperation to push her over the edge. He finally felt her body start to stiffen and tense and her breath was held for painstaking seconds before she let out a rapturous cry of release and her body jerked and clenched. Her muscles deep inside squeezed him like a little hand and he finally let himself go and cried out with her as he spurted his essence repeatedly into her, twitching spasmodically. She cried in excitement with him as he came in her and pulled him to her like a python, the heat of their bodies rising and smelling the sweet scent of sweat and sex. He fell against her in release and lay on top of her for a few seconds before rolling off to the side and they wrapped their arms around each other in passion-spent ecstasy. They held each other tightly in the center of the bed; every inch of her body was touching him, from the crown of her head to her toes. She loved this feeling of warmth and security in his embrace and felt herself drifting off. He was trying to fight the waves of sleep, knowing the age-old cliché of rolling over and falling asleep, but the exertions of their passion had taken its toll and they both passed into the dream world, happy and spent. I sat back and reread what I had just written, feeling more than a little aroused. Man, if only sex was that easy, I thought to myself. I remembered how much work it took to attain the one single simultaneous orgasm with a girlfriend I had ever achieved. Of course it was worth it though, but you had to be very focused about it. Timing was everything. I saved my work and closed Word, knowing that my boss could walk in on me any second. That would be a fun conversation, trying to explain why I'm writing pornography during work hours. I knew some of the other guys in the office had been extremely pissed off when the company had installed the new Internet tracker system that kept track of where everyone went online. That was the end of bobbysballers.com and the rest of them. Writing your own erotica out of sheer boredom was a pretty sad state of affairs; I had to admit to myself. I decided to risk a phone call and dialed my girlfriend's work number. I heard her answer the phone in her usual professional delivery and started to breath heavily into the handset. "What are you wearing?" I whispered huskily and I heard her gasp in surprise. "Robin, you naughty boy, what are you doing?" she answered in a low tone, wondering if anyone could hear her. "I just wanted to know what you're wearing, honey," I explained, "did you forget to wear any panties, like I keep asking you to?" "Sweetie, we can't do this now. You know I can't be on the phone for long and people can probably hear my conversations," was her admonishment. "Are you coming to get me at five?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "Of course I am honey, and if you're really lucky I'll give you a little surprise I've been saving for you," I teased. "I think I can guess what your little surprise is and you can just keep it where it is. I'll see you at five okay?" I replied okay and whispered I love you as she hung up. I felt a little despondent as I hung up my phone. We hadn't had sex for almost a week now and I was hoping she might be missing it, not as much as myself though. I couldn't believe it when she told me that she only masturbated once or twice a month, if she felt like it at all. I remembered how my jaw had hit the floor in shock; I couldn't even grasp the concept of only getting off once or twice a week. I had realized after a while, that our libidos were almost diametrically opposed. I wanted it as much as she didn't need it. Thank God we loved each other, I mused, otherwise we might be in trouble. I raced out of work at five on the dot, eager to see her and kiss them her. I always missed her physically, needing to be able to touch her and hold her. It was harder for me when we were apart, I missed the feel of her near me and being able to reach out a hand and stroke her hair, hold her hand or put my arm around her slender waist. On the way up from Sixteenth Street to her work in the Fashion District, I stopped off and bought some flowers. I knew she hated red roses and got some pink and yellow ones instead. I knew that the sellers coloured them but they still looked beautiful. Clutching my brightly flavoured gifts, I called the elevator at her work and waited for it to arrive. Three cars and it still took over five minutes sometimes to arrive. We could watch the numbers as they all raced for the first floor and no matter where each car was, they would always arrive at the same time. The door opened and a bunch of heads all reaching no higher than my chest bustled out as the workforce all exited another sweaty days shop work. I heard smatterings of Spanish and tried in vain to translate, my desire to learn the language not having progressed very well as of late. I entered the car and pressed the button for ten, feeling relieved that no one else had got on to slow me down. As I exited the car on ten, I noticed everything was empty and quiet. I pushed through the glass doors and walked around towards my girl's office. As I came around and walked through the door, my heart sank as she looked at me with red eyes and the tears suddenly flowed again and she rose and ran into my arms, sobbing and shaking with the intensity of her emotional outpouring. "Oh my God honey, what is it? What's wrong? You were fine half and hour ago," I exclaimed in pity, throwing the flowers onto the desk behind her and wrapping my arms around her as she cried without restraint into my neck. I knew she had cried before at work from the boredom of the job and wanting something different in her life. Maybe she was having another of those life moments when we suddenly realise that this isn't the job we want and our life isn't the way we think it should be and we may never get all the things we want or even be happy with our life. God knows I got it a few times a year; that impact of depression when you suddenly take notice of your surroundings and what you have done with yourself so far and how you thought you would be somewhere completely different by the time you reached this age. Work was just a distraction from your life, being dragged down by the monotony of having to make money in order to keep living so that you can make money to live. "I'm sorry I'm sorry," she managed to cough out between sniffs. "I just can't help it. I'm so scared." I was stroking the back of her head, smoothing down her hair and kissing her forehead, which was almost feverishly hot and sweaty. I noticed a pile of tissues on her table and made shushing noises to try and calm her down. "Oh sweetie, what are you so scared of," I asked her, feeling my heart pinging like a submarine sonar in sympathy and wanting to try and help but feeling too inadequate. We had joked once about how men always want to try and just fix a situation instead of getting to the root of it and healing it. We were direct and if there was a problem, we needed to identify it and find the solution; job done. She, on the other hand, had read somewhere once about creating hand signals so that a man knew the correct response to help in any given situation, depending on what was actually required by the woman. One signal meant 'hold me and don't say anything', another one for 'I need moral support and positive comments on me' and one for 'make suggestions to solve this problem of mine'. I had suggested one more for 'change the light bulb please' but she swiped me across the back of my head and told me to shut up sexist. "I'm scared of us, I don't know what's wrong with me," she sobbed into me as she blew her nose again. "I don't want people to see us," and she closed the door and sat down on the floor behind it. I knelt down in front of her and shuffled in close so I could rub her arms and lift the hair out of her face, that was sticky and wet, and tuck the loose strands behind her ears. "I must look awful," she stated looking at me and wiping her nose. "Don't be silly honey, you're a beautiful girl," I replied. "I love you," I reminded her. This just started her into another crying fit and I moved between her legs to hold her close to me, kneeling in front of her on the floor. I asked her if she wanted another tissue and she just nodded so I reached as far as I could to her desk and scrabbled for a couple of tissues without having to leave her. I wanted to take the old one away but she wouldn't let me touch it as it was 'disgusting'. "It's just that you've been with other girls and you've had more experience than me. I haven't been with anyone else and sometimes I think I'm missing out." She looked at me and saw the pain in my eyes and cried out 'I love you' and threw her arms around my neck and kissed my face repeatedly. "I don't want to hurt you honey, I don't know why I get these feelings, they just appear and I can't get rid of them. I love living with you and being you. You make me so happy and look after me when I break down like this and pick me up. " She noticed the flowers on the table behind me and her face finally broke into a huge smile of tears. "And you bring me flowers when I need them most!" We kissed several times and just sat on the floor for while. She was calming down a little and I pulled my legs out from under me and stretched a little to get the blood going again. We sat facing each other; our legs crossing over as I gently stroked her face and rubbed her neck, feeling the tension collecting there. "I've tried thinking of things I can do to make myself feel better," she continued. "Maybe go out more with other people and have fun out, but I want to come back to you though." She held my cheek with one hand and looked at me intensely. "I don't want to lose you sweetie, I love you too." I nodded and replied, "I know you do honey, but I just don't understand what you are missing. You really aren't missing out on anything you know. It just seems greener over there but it's just as green as where we are now." She nodded in agreement but said, "I know but maybe I need to find that out for myself. I'm not going to do anything that would hurt or upset you though." I knew she meant sleeping with other boys, and it upset me more than I wanted to let on. The thought of her with another guy made me want to cry as much as she already had. Sure, I had been with other girls but I didn't care about that, it was just history. All I thought about was her, I didn't care about anyone else. I couldn't understand why she was working herself up like this over something so unnecessary. "You know, I'm feeling so tense right now. Maybe I need a visit from Sven," she murmured demurely, moving closer and kissing me again on the lips. "Right here in your office?" I replied in mock shocked amazement. "No silly, come on. Let's go home." She stood up and pulled my arm to get me up. I grabbed her and we hugged, in her office, squeezing the pain and tears out of each other, before grabbing the flowers and switching off the lights and heading for the elevator. By the time we got home, with flowers and cookies from Mrs. Fields Bakery, it was dark and cold outside. She was already stripping off and jumping into the bath, the water running at full steam. I put away her clothes and sat on the floor, next to the tub as she slowly relaxed and I picked up where we had left off reading Lolita. We had started reading Nabokov's classic on a road trip a few weeks ago and were ready for more. "Frigid gentlewomen of the jury! I had thought that months, perhaps years, would elapse before I dared reveal myself to Dolores Haze; but by six she was wide awake, and by six fifteen we were technically lovers. I am going to tell you something very strange: it was she who seduced me." We laughed and talked a little about the book and wondered what it must have been like when it was first published and the impact it must have made and how difficult it may have made the author's life. I ran my hand in the toasty water and stroked her neck and chest lightly, stroking her tummy, which she hated, and smoothing down her legs. "How do you feel now," I asked concernedly. "Warmer," she smiled back at me. Her face was relaxed and free of tension as she lay in the steam of the bath. "I'm sorry honey, I'm such a freak. I don't know why I let these things get to me." "Because you feel that you need something," was my answer. I stroked her forehead with my warm hand and rubbed her temples in rotating motion. "Come on, out you come," I decided. "Sven will be here any second now," I teased. I held her hands and pulled her up out of her watery bed, and threw a towel around her and toweled her down, paying close attention to certain areas more than others. I told her to go lay on the bed, where I had already lit a candle and put out the massage oil. As she lay down, I disrobed and waited for her to lay down on her stomach on the bed before sitting naked on top of her lower back. When I squeezed a little oil into my hand, I was greeted by the sweet scent of vanilla that I always associated with our massage time. I rubbed my hands together to warm the oil up and started rubbing her neck and upper back firmly. "Oh my God, that feels fantastic," she moaned distantly, her face in the pillow. "Sven is very upset with Lady," I said affecting my fake Swedish accent, "she has not been to see Sven for a very long time now." "Mmmm, Sven is very expensive, I have to save up for him." "Lady and Sven can always reach agreement," I whispered starting to get into my massage, "Sven does not always need money for payment." She didn't even answer to that and I carried on rubbing down her body, getting my fingers under the shoulder plates and squeezing the muscles on the top of her neck. I could feel my erection resting in the groove of her buttocks and moved down to finish my massage quicker. I kneaded her buttocks and gave her legs a rubdown, concentrating on her feet and using my thumb on the soles. I gave her big toe a suck and made her squeal in pleasure, and told her to roll over. She did so slowly, her body relaxed and happy. I started to kiss my way up the inside of her leg and lifted the knee to one side, opening her up before me. I moved passed the soft upper thigh until finally reaching my destination. I inhaled her scent before lowering my tongue and commencing a gentle lapping on her. She breathed deeply and I knew she needed her release, the emotions and tensions of her day needing a final exorcism Her body stretched out above me as I became more localized and insistent, manipulating her to the point of no return. I loved this woman so much, I wanted to please her in any way I could; I knew this. Maybe we weren't going to make the distance, I prayed for it to be so, but knew that nothing was permanent; everything changes. I remembered a letter to a magazine from a French woman in which she said, "You can't judge how good something was by how long it lasted." That seemed to make sense to me, no matter how hard it was to admit. I knew that I would gladly sell a few years of my life for our story to last forever, but all stories have an ending. I felt her body start to tense and her breath catch as her tummy sucked in and she burst on my mouth. Daydreaming (Dedicated to my sweetheart Deni, and my precious Penny, who helped me to discover and appreciate my own sexuality. You both will always have a special place in my heart that no others can ever occupy.) It was another beautiful early summer morning in this land 'down under' ... in this wonderful picturesque land of Australia. When I first arrived here on 'assignment' for the corporation I was employed by in the United States, I was sure I would hate it. But now I knew I was going to 'hate to leave it.' And what was even worst, I knew the time to leave was closing in on me. I was scheduled to leave at the end of this week. The sun was just coming up over the horizon as I got out of the shower and stood in front of the floor to ceiling length mirror in my bedroom. I had just finished drying myself and I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. There was a 'battle' going on in my thought processes as I struggled to separate the two distinct parts of my personality ... the two 'Dottie's' that lived within my soul; the 'good Dottie' and the 'naughty Dottie.' The 'good Dottie' was a responsible married and successful junior corporate executive. She was the part of me that always conformed to the normal dictates of society ... that was raised in very strict Catholic surroundings. The 'naughty Dottie' was a very highly sensual sexually alive part of me. The 'naughty Dottie' loved sex in all its forms, longed to feel a big man inside of her, loved multiple partners, loved to explore, to seek out new adventures and also loved to be touched and to touch another woman on occasion. Right at this moment the 'naughty Dottie' part of my mind was speaking to me. "Go ahead Dottie," I heard my mind say. "This is a special day. You know Penny is coming back from her vacation today. You know how much you want her. You know you don't have much time left before you return to the United States. Go ahead ... dress really sexy today!" As I reached over to my little makeup table, I knew the 'naughty Dottie' part of me was beginning to prevail. I knew it as I applied my makeup with particular care making sure that my full lips were perfectly outlined. As I finished applying my makeup, I reached over to my chest of drawers and took out my special black leather bra that was still encased in its original package. I had bought this bra a month ago 'on a whim' I told myself at the time and yet, even at that time, 'naughty Dottie' knew better. I had very generous breasts in comparison to Penny's breasts and today I wanted so much for Penny to really take notice of them. "Funny," I thought to myself, "how I always compare myself to Penny." Penny was a thirty year old beautiful blonde Aussie that didn't look over twenty-one years old. Her hair was the color of golden wheat, a little less then shoulder length, and the way it flowed so freely about her head, it reminded me of a wheat field in the Midwestern United States so ready for harvesting with its stalks of wheat blowing softly in the autumn wind. But it was her figure that made me swallow hard with a loud 'gulping sound' ... not once, but several times. She looked as though she just stepped out of the centerfold of some upscale artistic nature magazine! It was easy to tell she spent a lot of time outdoors. Her complexion was lightly tanned as though it was a tan kind of 'left over' from the past summer. Her beautiful red lips reminded me of a doll I used to have as a child, so full and perfectly shaped. She was of medium height and had a very trim build with everything seemingly in the right place. But it was her breasts and her buttocks that were the 'main attraction.' "No more than 32 B's," I thought to myself as I 'ogled' her breasts. But they are firm and filled out the simple cotton dress or tank top that she often wore. It was very obvious she didn't need a bra ... and it was equally obvious she very seldom if ever, wore one. The modest 'points' of her nipples protruding outward from the front of her dress top left no doubt of that. And she had an almost perfect smallish 'ass' that sort of billowed out slightly and then curved back inward in precise round mounds. The more I thought of Penny standing here in front of the mirror, the more I could feel my arousal slightly awakening. After I got my bra on, I took a moment to look at it in the mirror. This particular bra had two cups, with sheer 'see thru' and embroidered tops with the solid material part of the cup ending just above my nipples. Even though I was very proud of my firm breasts this bra gave me a little extra lift and that too had the effect of putting me into a sexual frame of mind. I had very large nipples and this bra did little to hide that fact. "Penny will surely notice my breasts today," I thought to myself and I felt even more excitement building up inside of me with this thought floating around in my mind. This new 'excitement' instilled more daring within my inner being. I reached into the drawer again and this time retrieved my black leather crotchless peek a boo thongs. These too were still in their original package, just as they were when I bought them. As I stepped into the thongs and pulled them slowly up over my thighs I felt my 'naughtiness' and my excitement becoming even more intense. The thongs barely covered my vagina. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my massive pubic black hair billowing out on all sides and the plumpness of my outer vagina lips peeking out from the slit of the crotch part of the thongs. At this point in my dressing I could feel the wetness beginning between my legs. The feeling of 'leather' next to my skin was having its effect. "I look so fucking sexy," I thought to myself as I looked at my image in the mirror. The more I looked, the more I could feel myself taking on a different 'personality.' As the moisture increased building up between my legs, I began to feel that familiar need for 'release' ... a release that only sex could provide. There wasn't any longer any doubt in my mind ... today the 'naughty Dottie' would prevail!!! I put on a very tight fitting, flimsy short dress today. The straight skirt part ended high up on my thighs. I knew my thighs were much more muscular than Penny's and I wanted Penny to notice that. After I slipped on my high heels, the pair with the four inch spiked heels, I again examined myself in the mirror. "Damn it Dottie," I thought to myself, "you look fucking good baby." I knew this was the 'naughty Dottie' part of my mind speaking to me and I didn't care! I wanted to look especially pretty for Penny today ... I wanted her ... no; I 'needed' her to be attracted to me today! "All I have to do is touch myself ... just a slight manipulation of my clit and I would flood the room with my orgasm," I thought to myself. But, I fought that urge! I didn't want this state of mind I was in to pass. I didn't want this 'sexual urgency' ... this powerful need for sexual release that was flowing throughout my brain and body to go away. I wanted to 'save' myself for Penny. And yet, I wasn't sure why! "I'm ready," I thought to myself as I left my apartment and walked to my car. "As ready as I will ever be," I continued thinking to myself feeling the distinct courageous tremors of exhilaration flowing throughout my body. As I drove across the bridge into downtown Hobart the sun was just coming up over the horizon, and its first rays were reflecting off the waters of the Bay and Constitution Dock. The boats were bobbing peacefully along the dock and for an instant I remembered that I had promised myself I would take a photograph of this place before I left Australia because it always reminded me of a painting ... a concept that some talented artist had created in his mind. And yet, here it was right in front of me, in real life and in all its peaceful beauty. I stopped my car in the parking lot of the Customs House across the street from Constitution Dock. At this time in the early morning, it was an ideal place to park since the only people moving about at this hour of the morning were the people that were somehow related to the workings around the dock and the boats. From here I could walk to the little gourmet coffee shop on the corner. "Goodness," I thought to myself, "why do I always get this almost unexplainable tinkling feeling throughout my inner core every time I approached this coffee shop." Almost instantly, my mind shifted to the person who had taken me to this gourmet coffee shop in the first place. "Penny" ... my mind recalled 'her' name in silence! "Penny L.," I thought again. I felt a recognizable surge of excitement running throughout my body which was the direct result of just having the thoughts of beautiful Penny bouncing around in my thought processes. "Good Morning Dottie," I heard the familiar voice of Delilah as I approached the take out coffee counter. "My, you're really early this morning," Delilah continued in that sweet Australian accent that always delighted me. "Good morning to you too Delilah," I answered her. Penny had introduced me to Delilah. She was the owner of the gourmet coffee shop and in the three months that I had been in Australia, I had never missed a work day morning without stopping here to get my morning coffee. "Would you like the usual this morning Dottie," Delilah asked. "Yes, please Delilah," I answered. "And oh, please make it 'two' caramel lattes this morning," I continued. Immediately Delilah's head snapped around to look at me. "Oh two?" she said. "Now I know why you are so early this morning," she continued. "Penny must be returning from her vacation ... right?" "Yes she is," I answered Delilah, the excitement very apparent in the tone of my voice. I knew I was blushing because it always happened to me when I thought of Penny or even when her name was mentioned. For some strange reason, maybe just the 'coy' tone of voice coming from Delilah ... or call it woman's intuition ... I felt Delilah knew something more about Penny and I than I ever dared to assume. "Penny ... beautiful, vibrant, Penny." While Delilah was making my lattes, my mind was flashing back to the very first day I had met Penny. It was my first day in the office. I was sent here as a kind of advisor by the corporation I worked for in the United States. The company Penny was working for was merging resources with our corporation which meant both Penny's company and the corporation in the United States would be in some kind of a limited partnership. Penny was the 'liaison' between her company and my corporation. Part of her 'duties' would be to submit 'progressive' reports on how the merger was progressing to both companies. But she would also be acting as my guide here around the office and would also act as my kind of 'chaperone' around and in Hobart, this beautiful little city in Australia. For some reason, I always pictured a 'chaperone' to be an older person and yet here was this very beautiful young woman that would be acting as my chaperone. The very first time I looked into Penny's eyes ... I knew this was going to be a relationship that would be different. Our eyes seemed to 'lock' on one another's and they seemed to speak a language all their own. It was the strangest feeling I ever had. Her beautiful blue eyes were speaking to my hazel green eyes ... and our lips were not moving at all! The almost perfect 'slope' from Penny's breasts to her tiny waist gave one the impression that she did a lot of upper body exercise. I found myself wishing I could put my hands on both sides of her waist ... "just to reaffirm with my hands the 'slenderness' of what my eyes were seeing," I thought to myself. It just seemed so damn inviting to do so! Her hips flared out just enough to give her the 'finishing touches' of a very feminine figure. The front of the dress she was wearing was flat against her tummy and curved inward from her 'mons pubis' to just between her legs as though anyone noticing couldn't help but 'imagine' what lied in between those well formed thighs. Her legs were shaped like those of an athlete ... "a runner no doubt," I thought silently in my mind. Well formed thighs that cascaded downward in perfect womanly curves to calves and ankles that seemed to be the work of a very talented sculpturer. Our initial 'introduction' only took a few minutes ... yet over the next three months it was replayed in my mind over and over again as though a video recorder was stuck to the 'replay' mode. It was the first vision I saw in my awakening mind in the morning ... and the last thing I thought of as I fell asleep at night. As I walked back to my car, I thought of how I would surprise Penny this morning, greeting her with her 'favorite flavor' latte. I knew Penny would be at the office at six a.m. sharp. Both she and I had keys to the office but she almost always opened up the office for the day arriving three hours before anyone else. "Yes," I thought to myself, "this was Penny's first day back from a four week vacation. And I would be there a little earlier than her so I would be the very first one to see her." Penny was returning today from her trip to the outback. She and her husband loved to camp, to go out in the 'outback' ... to 'bush bash' with her 'four wheel' vehicle as she said many times in her sweet ... oh goodness, her so sweet Australian accent and that always made my heart skip a few beats at the first sound of her voice. I also knew this was the time of the year that Penny 'strut her stuff' (another one of her sweet Australian terms) along the beaches getting her dark early summer tan. She had shown me pictures of her 'trip' last year ... and I couldn't wait to see her in 'newly' tanned smooth skin. I parked my car in the rear of the parking lot so Penny wouldn't see it when she arrived. I wanted this to be a complete surprise. It was 5:30 a.m. as I let myself into the office. I sat down at my desk and began to think to myself in relation to Penny. I was 39 nine years old. I, like Penny, was married. I felt much more mature then Penny having been in the tough corporate business world in the United States. My body was also much more mature than Penny's. My 36C breasts were much larger than hers, and I wasn't nearly as trim as Penny. But I was always told I was quite attractive and more than once I turned down 'proposals' by my 'business' associates to 'grace' their bed! I went to the gym often, tried to 'work out' as much as I could and was confident with myself. Yet ... there was something about Penny's innocent 'persona' that always made me feel uncomfortable ... that made me feel like she somehow 'knew' I had more that the usual feelings about her. Now as I sat here at my desk, recalling and thinking back at my preparations this morning, I again felt my arousal building up. I knew my thinking and actions this morning were going to be governed by the aroused sexual state of mind I was in ... and I didn't care! I tried to think back to the first and last time I was with a woman. "Oh God Dottie," I heard my mind telling me, "it was in college ... and that seemed like almost an eternity ago." Her name was Deni ... beautiful, wonderful Deni. She was almost perfect in very way. She had a perfectly structured face, high cheek bones, sensuous full lips, abundant dark hair that always seemed to be flowing in the wind. She had a petite frame, magnificent breasts and her tom-boyish characteristics captured a place in my heart that is, to this very day, reserved for only her. She taught me everything, how to appreciate nature on long hikes, how to cherish all life on earth in all its forms, how to ski which she did so effortlessly it seemed she, the snow, and the skis were one and the same. And ... she taught me how to love her and make love to her which she returned tenfold! Now, as I sat here for a minute, it seemed I was drifting back in time, back to my first time, back to the time when Deni and I were with each other in bed. The more my mind drifted backward, the more I swear I could remember and hear almost every spoken word. I had known Deni for only two months at that time, and although I had seen her in bra and panties while we were dressing, I had never seen her naked ... not until today. I was sharing a room on campus with Deni on a temporary basis during this period and was beginning to know her better each day. I was just beginning to appreciate and admire her 'athleticism' and her 'excellence' in everything she did when she invited me to spend the weekend with her at a ski chalet she had rented. She promised to give me 'skiing' lessons. I eagerly accepted and now we were here on the slopes. The sun had gone down, it was getting dark and we had just finished skiing for the day. We had gone to her rented chalet and each taken a shower separately. When I come out of the shower, Deni had two hot cups of chocolate and a sandwich made for each of us. It was a very small one room chalet. An open kitchen with a small breakfast bar separated the bar from the sleeping area. It was while sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking my hot chocolate and eating my sandwich and making 'small talk' with Deni that I noticed for the first time there was only one smallish bed in the sleeping area. I also noticed at the time that Deni had slipped on a very short silk robe that bordered on being transparent. The only thing that kept the robe from being completely transparent was the 'strategically' placed solid flower prints that covered her breasts and partly covered her vagina area. "God, she looks so sexy," I remembered thinking to myself more in an 'admiring' frame of mind than an explicit 'sexual' sense. The robe Deni was wearing seemed to be saying to anyone looking at her, 'see what you can and just imagine what is behind the flower prints.' In a word ... it was tantalizing!!! I had put on a white terry cloth robe after my shower. "I should have brought something better," I thought to myself after seeing Deni's robe. However, at the time I had opted for comfort rather than appearance. Deni was the first to get up from the breakfast bar. We had just finished our chocolate and sandwich and she put the cups in the sink. "We'll leave these go until morning," Deni said as she headed for the bed in the other part of the chalet. I didn't argue and followed Deni. Even though I had shared a bed with other girls in an emergency and felt a little comfort in remembering the times when I shared a bed with my sister at a younger age, I still felt uncomfortable with the 'sleeping' arrangements here in the chalet. After all, I had not known Deni that long and the thoughts of sharing a bed with her caused me a little uneasiness. Yet, I didn't want to seem 'unappreciative' at accepting Deni's invitation for the skiing lessons, and since Deni make it seem like the most natural thing to do, I decided not to embarrass myself by acting so apprehensive. I got my overnight bag and put it on the chair by 'my' side of the bed. I purposely kept my eyes straight ahead as I walked to the chair but out of the corner of my eye I could see Deni take off her robe, linger for just a moment as though she 'knew' I was looking her, and then get into bed pulling the blanket up over her. I had just opened my overnight bag when I heard Deni's voice. "What are you doing Dottie?" Deni said. "Oh ... ah, I'm getting my jamies," I replied to Deni. "Why?" Deni asked in a very low tone of voice. "Why ... why ... why," Deni's question hit my brain like a ton of bricks. "How do you answer a question like that," I thought to myself. I knew what that 'why' implied! Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I 'knew' what that question meant and yet I felt myself struggling to answer. I felt a little shiver go from the bottom of my feet to the top my head. "Easy Dottie," I said to myself. "Deni is only another girl ... just like you!" Daydreaming "Wel ... well ... I just thought ... ahh, I thought I should wear ... ahh ... something warm," I finally replied to Deni. As soon as that answer left my lips I realized how stupid it sounded. "Oh really," Deni replied with a little 'giggle' sound to her voice. "Or are you afraid to be naked in bed with me," she continued in a very even confident tone of voice. Deni was twenty-two years old, just three years older than my nineteen years of age. Yet I suddenly felt like I was more like a much younger child being challenged ... challenged to act 'more my age.' While Deni was talking to me, she had shut off the bright lights and turned on the nightstand light. The light from the nightstand was a very soft glowing yellow and the lamp itself was sort of a 'turnstile' type the shined on the ceiling and walls filling the room with different patterns of flowers. The methodical movement of the flower patterns on the walls and ceiling seemed to lend a peaceful atmosphere to the room. This time I didn't answer. Rather I swallowed hard, closed my overnight bag, took my robe off and quickly got into my side of the bed. "Now," Deni said in a soft humorous tone of voice. "I didn't bite you, did I?" Deni's humorous tone of voice somehow gave me some comfort and reassurance. I turned my head to face Deni. "No, ... I guess ... ahh ... I guess not," I replied cursing myself under my breath for the nervousness of my own voice in comparison to Deni's smooth confident voice. As I turned my head to face Deni I realized I had never been this close to her. "And surely," I thought to myself, "not naked!" I looked into Deni's dark eyes and I actually felt like her eyes were looking inside of me ... looking inside for some sign of resistance. Then Deni smiled ... smiled as though she knew if there was any resistance at all, it was more in the form of a little fear of being so close and naked to another woman for the first time in my life! Deni brought her hand up to my face, brushed my face cheek lightly and moved her hand backward until the palm of her hand lay on my cheek while her fingers rested on my neck up toward the back of my head. "Dottie, would you like to kiss me?" Deni asked in soft tone of voice. It was a tone of voice that I had never heard before ... a tone of voice that had a sound of sincerity to it. Still I felt my chest rise as I took in a deep breath. I hesitated for a moment. I knew this was something a woman doesn't do with another woman. "Or do they," I heard my own mind questioning my inner self again. I looked at Deni's lips. They were so full, so red, and so damn perfect. I watched as Deni stuck the tip of her tongue out, started at one side of her mouth and slowly ran it along the full length of her lips leaving a little trail of moisture everywhere her tongue had been. Deni also used her fingers on the high part of my neck to give a gentle 'tug' ... a tug to get me 'started' ... a tug to give me some encouragement, a 'sign' that this was not only what I wanted but what 'she' wanted too! "Ye ... yes, ... ah ... yes," I finally answered Deni barely able to get that one affirmative and confirming word out my mouth. But Deni wasn't having any of that! "Tell me Dottie," Deni said to me now in a somewhat teasing tone of voice. "Tell me what you want to do." "I want to ... I want to ... oh geeze Deni, I want to kiss you," I said this time letting my emotions take over control of me. Immediately Deni tugged my head a little harder and I voluntarily moved the rest of the way. Our lips touched, softly at first then a little harder. I was amazed at the softness of her lips ... "so different than a man's lips," I thought to myself. Deni's tongue parted my lips slowly and I felt a jolt of exhilaration go through my body as her tongue met my tongue. I felt her arms go around me and pull me closer to her until her breasts touched my breasts ... nipples to nipples. Where a moment ago we had been 'two' women, now, suddenly I felt as though we became one! I knew my nipples were hard. They had stiffened at the first touch of Deni's tongue on my tongue. I felt relieved that Deni's nipples were stiff too ... relieved to know that I was not the only one that felt my arousal awakening. Deni took her mouth away from my mouth, and I rested my head on her shoulder content to let her take the lead. I felt her hand leave my back and travel slowly down to my breast. Then she took one finger and drew what felt like circles all around my breast starting at the very bottom. Each time she completed a 'circle' she brought her finger higher and higher on my breast and the circle became tighter and tighter as though she was outlining a spiral up to the nipple. Then she took the palm of her hand and began making 'circles' around my nipple. I let out a deep 'ahhh' surprising myself at hearing my involuntary own raspy voice react to these new sensations the manipulation of Deni's hand was having on me. I remembered thinking somehow my nipples must be 'connected' to my vagina because I felt the first urges of my inner vagina lips as they began to pulsate and throb as though they were coordinated in a cadence with my nipples. Deni took my hand and led it to her breast. "Do the same to me Dottie," she said in a much more excited tone of voice. "Do it exactly the way I did it." I didn't resist ... not a bit! The sensations running throughout my body and throughout my thought processes forbid any kind of resistance on my part now. I was rapidly approaching the point of 'no return.' As soon as my hand touched Deni's breast my hand felt like it had a life of its own. It did exactly what it wanted to do and followed the same path Deni's hand had. Then I laid the outstretched palm of my hand on Deni's stiffened nipple. "Oh God ... God, Deni ... oh goodness Deni, you feel so ... so good," I said as I began making circle motions on her breast while picking up my head off of Deni's shoulders and looking into her eyes. "I know honey ... I know," Deni answered in a very soft knowledgeable tone of voice. "Kiss me again." And I did!!! This time I kissed Deni. This time it was my tongue that sought out Deni's tongue. This time it was me that wanted more! "Kiss my breasts," Deni had told me in a 'teaching' tone of voice as she tried to lead me through this new beginning ... this new experience. I hesitated for a moment at this new instruction as though my mind was trying to evaluate and decide whether this was 'right' or 'wrong.' It felt like a battle of sorts was taking place in my brain ... a battle of 'morals.' Deni could sense my fear! As a matter of fact, she told me later that she liked the thought of 'taking' someone new on what she thought of as a 'once in a lifetime' adventure. Deni began issuing instructions ... "Take my nipples in your mouth now," again Deni was leading me. "Use your lips ... now your tongue ... taste me, taste me," Deni continued. The instructions were coming so fast I didn't think I could keep up with them and yet I didn't have the will power nor did I dare not follow the 'teaching' voice above me. My heart rate was increasing. I remembered how her stiff nipples were getting harder and harder in my mouth. I remembered the sensation of feeling I was giving her pleasure, how her breathing was becoming more and more intense, how her voice sounded with the little 'oh's and ah's' coming from her mouth and from deep within her body all from what my mouth and tongue were doing to her. And by giving her this pleasure my own arousal was taking place almost automatically as I felt the first signs of the moisture building up between my legs begin its flow outward. I felt her hands in my hair, gripping and moving my head around, urging me on and on. Then I felt her hands push my head down, down until my head was on her belly. "Kiss Deni's belly button," Deni's voice came from high above me. "Wet Deni's belly button with your tongue, and lick it, make little circles around it with your tongue." The tone of Deni's voice had changed. The words coming from her lips weren't any longer instructions ... now they were more like commands ... commands coming from a third party and this tactic of Deni's speaking in the third person gave me a strange comfort. It made me less self-conscious of where this was all going. It made me feel like what we were doing couldn't possibly be wrong ... or bad! Deni's hands pushed my head gently lower until my face was on her mound. I felt the softness of her pubic hair on my chin and on my nose. Then suddenly the grip Deni's hands had in my hair loosened. The pushing stopped. Now instead Deni was running her hands gently back and forth through my hair. She was now 'petting' me ... petting me as though I was a puppy, a kitten ... a pet! "Deni ... Deni ... I'm ... ah ... I'm scared," I said to Deni. "I ... I don't ... ah ... I don't know." "Listen to Deni my sweet darling little girl," Deni said to me, her voice shifting back to a very soft tone. "Listen to Deni carefully. When you are with someone you love, and when you are making love to that special person, don't let your head speak to your heart. Rather let your heart speak to your head." With these words from Deni, my fear subsided a little and I dared to let my hands venture a bit. I ran my one hand over her hip, and then slowly let my fingers travel from her hip to her upper thigh. My fingers felt so cold against Deni's very warm skin. I had never touched another woman like this and the excitement of making this initial contact was causing my breathing to increase. I felt Deni's one hand leave my hair, move down the side of my face and then felt her fingers on my lips. She ran her fingers along the length of my lips and slowly returned to the middle of my mouth. "Open baby," again I heard the soft, almost hypnotizing tone of Deni's voice above me. "Open ... open ...," I heard my own voice inside of my head repeating the instructions from Deni! "Is that what she wants me to do?" My lips quivered a little but they parted ever so slightly. I felt Deni's beautifully manicured fingernails prying slightly on the little opening of my lips and then finally enter my mouth. Immediately, almost automatically I closed my lips around the two fingers in my mouth. Again, almost as though it was the most natural thing to do, I started to suck on Deni's fingers. "Yes, yes, baby, that's right ... be a good girl and suck on Deni's fingers ... yes, yes ... get them all wet," Deni said again in that 'teaching' tone of voice. I felt a new sensation running throughout my body, throughout my mind and my breathing was becoming more labored as I felt Deni's fingers exploring first my tongue, then the roof of my mouth, even my teeth! For a moment I felt as though I 'belonged' to Deni, that she could do whatever she wanted with me, and that feeling of being subservient to this beautiful woman beside me was encouraging me even more. I felt Deni's fingers, now soaked with my salvia leave my mouth. I watched from this vantage point of my head on her belly as her fingers disappeared between her legs. I watched intently as her hand stroked back and forth and I knew she was playing with herself. I watched as though hypnotized as her beautiful hand, the hand that had just been stroking her own vagina came back into my view and was coming closer and closer to my mouth. She ran the thoroughly wet fingers all over my lips and mouth coating everything the fingers touched with my own saliva and with the sticky substance of her vagina juices. "See," I heard Deni's voice again. "Deni wants your mouth and lips totally nice and wet. Deni's going to put that mouth and those lips to good use soon." "To good use ...," the words were bouncing around in my own thought processes as my mind was running on full power now. "I think ... I think I know what she means," I heard my own mind saying. And yet, my own inexperience was preventing me from admitting what I knew to be almost factual! I felt Deni's hand and soaked fingers leave my mouth and lips and move down over my shoulders until ... until I felt her wet fingers were making little circles on first my one nipple, then the other nipple. My nipples were already stiff with the exhilaration of what was taking place between us. Deni's hand now cupped my one breast. She had taken a hard grip of my complete breast alternately squeezing and loosening it. Then she took my one nipple between her finger and her thumb and squeezed ... harder and harder! "Oh God ... oh goodness ... oh, oh, damn ... ahhh ... geeze, oh that hurts ... please, please," I almost screeched to Deni. "Of course it hurts," Deni said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as she released that nipple. "But I can do that if I want to ... can't I?" "I ... I ...," I couldn't answer Deni not only because of my surprise at her sudden dominance over me but also at my disappointment that she had released my nipple. "God it did hurt," I was thinking to myself, "but it also felt so damn good." "Answer me," Deni's voice again broke my train of thought. "I can do that if I want to, can't I?" "Oh ... oh ... yes, yes," I stuttered a bit trying to answer Deni astonished at my own submissiveness ... at my surrender to this woman I admired so much. As I felt Deni's hand leave my breast and push down on my head I knew without a doubt the destination of my head. As soon I felt Deni's pubic hair on my face ... as soon as I felt her wetness on my lips I knew I was lost. As I automatically ran my tongue over her plumb outer vagina lips I knew I was entering another world ... a world that I would never forget. "Oh God yes baby ... yes, yes, yes" Deni's excited voice came from high above me. "Suck honey girl ... that's it, now run your tongue along the whole length of Deni's pussy ... good, good ... now in and out ... oohhhh yes, that's it, good." I did exactly as the voice above me directed. My tongue, my lips, my nose, my whole face was soaked with all of Deni's love juices. I was amazed at how much Deni flowed! The slight scent of Deni's excited vagina mixed in with the delightful perfume she was wearing and the 'taste' of Deni herself was now taking me into another place, another time, and I felt the powerful urge for more ... and more ... and more! I was getting braver and braver as I ran my tongue inside of her puffy outer vagina lips ... inside until I ran my tongue along the soft membranes I found there. Now even my nose was penetrating her vagina and I could actually feel the inside of Deni's vagina pulsating, contracting and then uncontracting. I could feel Deni's hips begin to move up and down and I knew that familiar 'fucking' motion she was making with her hips meant she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. I ran my tongue upward ... searching and searching for what I knew from exploring my own vagina was there. And then I found it. I remember how excited I was the first time my tongue touched her clit ... the first time I realized I had done this on my own. I pushed my mouth in even further until I had Deni's engorged clit between my lips. I alternately sucked on it and ran my tongue along its length. "Oooohhhhh shit ... ooohhhhh fuck baby, yes, yes, yes ... oh Jesus Christ ... you're doing it honey ... oh shit, keep doing it ... don't stop honey ... I'm getting there ... yes, shit ... yes, I'm going to cum ... I'm ... I'm going to cum ..." Deni's voice tone was almost in a state of hysteria ... her psychic, sensory, vasomotor, and visceral functions were beyond her own control now. Her womanly instinct to 'procreate' had taken over and even though it was my 'tongue' instead of a man's penis, that instinct was one and the same! I felt Deni's thighs encircle my whole head, squeezing tighter and tighter as she frenziedly fucked my mouth and face trying to almost swallow me up. I could barely catch my breath as I felt myself smothering there as I reached down to touch my own totally soaked vagina. I barely got my fingers inside of my vagina when I felt Deni's foot move up between my legs and push my hand away. I didn't resist ... I couldn't resist! I felt Deni's big toe move back and forth along the entire length of my vagina. Every movement of Deni's foot stimulated me further and made me automatically suck on her clit harder. Yet like a movie playing in slow motion in my mind I had the sensation of 'seeing' as I 'felt' every movement of Deni's foot. I 'felt' and could 'see' Deni's foot turn sideways as she pushed slightly inward on my vagina separating my outer vagina lips. I felt her big toe barely enter me, then another toe, and another toe, and another toe. Deni's whole foot was only partly in me when my own procreative instincts took over. I push my hips down and began my own 'fucking' motion on Deni's foot. Deni got us into an almost perfect rhythm. As my tongue would go into her vagina, her foot would go into my vagina. As soon as my tongue would begin its outward motion so would Deni's foot start its outward motion. Like a great symphony orchestra with all of the different instruments filling the room with sweet music and becoming one, so had Deni and I became one ... we had become a perfect 'fucking' machine!!! And like the symphony orchestra reaching its 'crescendo' so were we reaching our peak! I could feel Deni's breathing becoming rapid as she increased the movement of her hips and I worked hard with my own hips to 'match' the movement of her hips. My vagina was stretched wide and just as I swore I was taking Deni's complete foot within me I heard the frantic voice of Deni's above me again ... and I knew from that sound that every nerve in her body was begging for release as was mine! "Now Dottie baby ... oh shit, now, now, now ... let's cum together ... oh my God ... oh yes, yes, yes ... together baby, together ... I'm going honey ... oh yes, I'm going ... cum with me ... oooohhhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhhhhh ..." Deni's voice was screaming in a tone I had never heard before. The explosion taking place between us was powerful as we both went over the top together! It felt as though the whole world and everyone in it had detonated and separated into a million different pieces. As our breathing was beginning to subside, Deni reached down for me and brought me up to her side. She hugged me tight as we came down from our high and the earth and everyone in it slowly ... oh so very slowly ... came back together again. We hugged and kissed ten thousand times that night and never let go of one another! That 'relationship' lasted for almost two years and during this time I became aware of how wonderful and sexually rewarding a 'woman to woman' relationship could be. I had reached heights of ecstasy and rapturous delight that at times left me totally exhausted and absolutely like I was living on top of the world. Many times I wondered how Deni, at twenty two years of age, could possibly know so much about love ... and sex! Even though I was married now and was deeply in love with my husband, that 'lesbian encounter' became an 'ingrained' part of my human emotions. Somewhere, someplace deep within me, it laid there dormant, asleep ... and now, well over twenty years later, Penny had awakened it again! I had gotten to the office five minutes before six a.m., and let myself in. It seemed like hours but I knew it was only a few minutes before I heard the familiar sound of Penny's 'four-wheeler,' as she called her vehicle, pull up. I grasped, swallowed hard, and could feel my body begin to tremble ever so slightly. "She's here ... she's here ... she's here," those words reverberated again and again in rapid succession through my mind. Then the door opened and Penny was standing in the doorway. The full morning sun was just rising above the horizon and the rays from the sun were in the back of Penny. When she opened the door she was suddenly silhouetted with rays of bright sunshine outlining her youthful frame. For a moment, she appeared as a dark shadow against the sunshine ... almost as though she had just stepped out of a dream! Then I heard her sweet voice and that, oh so damn familiar Australian accent ... the same voice and accent that suddenly always made me feel as though I was melting away. Daydreaming "Good morning Dottie," Penny said as she closed the door. "Darn, you are really early this morning." As Penny closed the door, the dark shadow disappeared and she came into full view. The early morning sunshine still flowed in through the ceiling to floor windows on both sides of the door and the room seemed to be filled with a golden brilliance. I swallowed hard again and got up from my desk. "Jesus Penny, God you are really tanned, I said." We had a very relaxed dress code in this office and "by goodness," I thought to myself, "Penny is taking full advantage of it today." She was dressed in a white sleeveless tank top that was cut very low. It showed her modest cleavage, and her pert and youthful breasts were perfectly outlined against the silky material of the top. The material of the top had little vertical ridges that for some reason, seemed to me to be strategically placed throughout the top. Each of Penny's nipples were protruding outward in between these ridges on each side and tended to accentuate the firmness of her breasts. A very short yellow and flowered skirt covered Penny from the bottom of the tank top to high above her modest and perfectly formed thighs. Again the illusion of a dream filled me. "Oh yes Dottie, I got myself a really great tan this time out," Penny said in a highly excited tone of voice as though she couldn't wait for others to see her tan. I was only two feet from Penny now, standing right in front of her. "Did you get the tan ... ah, ah ... well, all over?" I replied to Penny looking straight into her very blue eyes. For a moment I wondered to myself where I got to courage to say this. Penny giggled making a sweet childish sound with her voice. "Oh goodness Dottie, do you really, really want to know that," she said. I moved even closer to Penny ... so close I could watch her lips forming the last few words as she was speaking ... so close I could feel the soft breath of her voice on my own lips. "Yes my sweet precious Penny," I answered unconsciously using a tone of voice that was full of sexual connotations. "Yes, yes ... I really, really want to know," I continued. "Well then," Penny replied, "why don't you have a look for yourself?" Again I looked directly into her eyes. I was looking for some encouragement, some reassurance, some sign of what my ears just heard was for real! "Did she really mean that?" I thought to myself. "Is she really inviting me to look?" "Be damn sure of it Dottie," the voice inside of my head was screaming at me. "Be fucking sure ... don't blow this chance. Don't fuck it up!" In complying with the 'voice' I moved closer to Penny and put each of my hands on the sides of her face. With my fingers on her face cheeks, I squeezed just a little bit ... just enough to make her beautiful red lips almost form what appeared to be a heart shape. I had kissed Penny on her face cheek just before she left on her vacation under the pretense I was wishing her a 'happy vacation' ... but in my heart I knew it was more than that. I was slowly but surely falling in love with her. I even put my mouth close to her ear and whispered 'I love you' to her. Penny had turned to look into my eyes at that time as though she was trying to 'decipher' exactly what those words meant, to determine whether this was just my way of saying 'I care a little more then usual' or whether there was a more in debt meaning. Then after a long pause, she whispered back to me those three magic words ... 'I love you too, Dottie.' And those three words were my 'sustenance' these pass four weeks while she was gone! Now I 'tugged' her head very gently forward. I knew I had to be sure Penny wanted this ... I couldn't do it if she showed the slightest bit of resistance. Penny didn't resist! It was only three inches to Penny's lips ... and yet it may as well have been ten miles they seemed so far away ... so forbidden! My lips were visibly trembling when they made the first contact with Penny's lips. I held my lips there very softly ... waiting, waiting, and waiting. I needed some kind of response from Penny ... and I feared the worst! I waited for her to pull away, to slap my face ... anything! Instead ... I felt Penny's arms go under my arms and around my back. At the same time she pushed her lips harder onto my lips, harder still! In a flash of a second both her lips and my lips became one, her mouth and my mouth became one. My heart was beating faster and faster and I was becoming more daring as I let my tongue run across the whole length of Penny's lips. I was tasting the soft texture of her lips and her lipstick for the first time! I felt Penny's tongue on my lips. "She's following you stupid," the voice inside of my head was again screaming at me. "She wants this as much as you do ... go for it ... go for it." And I did!!! Our tongues touched, and then intertwined. Penny pushed her tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it by squeezing my lips around it. She pulled her tongue back and I pushed my tongue into her waiting mouth. Penny welcomed my tongue in the same manner. Penny was the first one to break contact. She put her head on my shoulder very close to my face. I encircled her with my arms and placed my face on her shoulder in the same manner. Our face cheeks were touching. I could feel her breasts against my breasts. We were both breathing heavily and the breathing seemed to be synchronized. We would both breathe inward together and outward together. Every time we would inhale our breasts would touch, nipples to nipples. I could feel my smelling senses filling with the fragrance of Penny ... her favorite perfume called 'Sundance' filled my nostrils with the scent of flowers. I swore my face was in the middle of a freshly cut bouquet of mixed flowers and I could smell roses, lilies, violets, gardenias ... and they all made my head feel light. Even though only minutes had passed, it seemed like an hour. We were both silent as though no one wanted to break this spell or to say something to ruin the moment. Then I heard Penny's sweet, somewhat subdued voice ... "Dot ... Dottie ... oh God Dottie," Penny said in almost a whisper. "Oh damn Dottie, I wanted to ... I wanted to ... ah ... I wanted to kiss you for the longest time." I knew by the tone of Penny's voice this was her first time. I knew if it was ever going to go any further, I had to be the one to be assertive now. Her words gave me courage and gave me confidence. I wanted Penny to experience with me what I had experienced with another woman so many years ago. I took my head away from Penny's shoulders and again looked into her eyes. Her eyes had changed in the last few minutes. They were now a very soft blue ... almost a bashful blue. Once again I had the sense that our eyes were talking. Penny's eyes were saying 'please' ... my eyes were replying 'yes!' "My sweet precious Penny," I said in my new found confident sexiest tone of voice, "and I wanted to kiss you for the longest time too." Penny smiled at me, a smile, another bit of reassurance. "But now honey, I want to see all of your tan," I continued. As I said that I let my hands drift down slowly on her shoulders. The 'strap' pieces of her tank top going over her shoulders were very narrow. Thus her shoulders were almost bare. I let my fingers slide smoothly and deliberately across the smooth and tanned skin of her shoulders purposely following the bone from her shoulder sockets to the nape of her neck. I could feel little tiny 'goose' bumps on her skin. Other than breathing a little more heavily, Penny didn't show any sign of resistance. "On goodness Penny," I said as my fingers moved toward her neck. "You are really tan here honey." I didn't give Penny a chance to answer. Rather, just as I finished speaking I moved my head down and kissed the hollow of her neck. Penny moved her head backward a little as though she was welcoming my mouth here ... and I consciously took full advantage of her move. I pushed my tongue out and made little circles in the hollow part of her neck. I was savoring the taste of her skin for the second time ... and it started a 'little fire' in the pit of my stomach. "Oh God ... oh God Dottie ... I bloody well feel like ... like I'm a bit gone," Penny said in a high pitched voice. If I wasn't getting so damned aroused myself, I would have stopped and laughed at the delectable way Penny was describing her excited feelings in her Australian dialect. "I know baby ... Dottie knows honey," I replied to Penny as I started moving my hands and fingers down to the top of her tank top. I unconsciously decided to start addressing myself in the third person. I seemed to remember my first time and how Deni had put me somewhat at ease as she addressed herself in the third person. At that time it made me much more comfortable instinctively feeling as though a 'third person' was controlling both Deni's and my emotions and we didn't have much control over them ourselves. We were a 'team' and just sort of 'along for the ride.' Now I was hoping this would have the same effect on Penny. As my fingers reached the lace border at the top of Penny's tank top, I pulled it away from her chest just far enough so I could see her breasts. "Oh my goodness Penny honey, you don't have a bra on. And sweetheart, golly, your breasts are also tan all over," I said in a much more mellow teasing tone of voice. I was gaining more and more confidence all the time. I almost felt like Deni must have felt with me the very first time ... I was the experienced one, Penny was the novice! "Oh crikey Dottie ... didn't you know? No one ... ah ... no one gets dolled up in the outback. We ... we don't wear tops out at the beach in the bush," Penny replied her voice breaking a little at her seemingly surprise by my latest 'bold' gesture. "But goodness Penny, I just have to be sure you are really all tan here, now don't I?" I said to Penny in a playing tone of voice and looking at her straight in her eyes. And her eyes didn't lie ... they couldn't! She knew I was being coy with her. But I could also read 'anticipation' in her eyes; the pleasurable expectation that I wasn't going to stop here ... and she was right. But Penny didn't answer me. Rather, she too was trying to read my eyes, read my intentions, struggling to try to figure out what was happening. I moved both my hands down to Penny's waist and to the bottom of Penny's loose fitting tank top. Again I moved very slowly as I began to pull her tank top up. I wanted to give Penny every chance to stop me, to end it right here ... if that's what she really wanted! I had Penny's tank top over her shoulders ... still no resistance. Then I pulled it over her head and let it drop to the floor. Penny fluffed her beautiful golden hair and looked straight into my eyes this time. "See Dottie ... I told you I was tan all over here," she said in a nervous tone of voice as she pointed to her breasts. 'Her breasts' ... my mind was pounding with thoughts as I stared at them. They were perfect. They stuck out straight from her chest, youthful, pert and firm. "Magnificent," I thought to myself as I looked at the nipples that seemed to be rather large for the size of Penny's breasts. "Do something stupid," the voice inside my head was yelling at me again. "Don't lose this chance ... it may never come again!" I moved my head down and ran my tongue around the dark outside of Penny's nipple. My tongue felt the goose bumps becoming larger and larger as I 'teased' Penny's nipple ring ... first one and then the other. Penny's arms pulled me closer, inviting me to do more! I took Penny's nipple in my mouth and began sucking on it ... sucking on it just as I imagined a baby would suckle her mother. Penny's head snapped backward! "Oh goodness ... damn ... oh wow Dottie," Penny screeched in a high tone of voice, "that feels so damn good ... so fucking good Dottie," Penny continued. I had never heard Penny say the work 'fuck' before and I knew using this sort of language was a strong indication that she was becoming highly aroused and I took intense pleasure and satisfaction in the knowledge that what I was doing was having this effect on her. "Take her ... take her Dottie," the voice inside of my head was shouting at me. "She's yours ... take her, take her." To comply with this voice, I sucked on Penny's other nipple, than began to slowly drop to my knees. On the way down I kissed under her breasts, kissed her lower chest, kissed and licked at her belly button tasting her skin, tasting the 'sunshine' that had made her beautiful skin so tan! The nerve endings in my brain were reeling, pounding, crashing, with the excitement of the moment and the awareness that I was kneeling in front of beautiful Penny and she was actually letting me have my way. When I was all the way on my knees I put my nervous and slightly trembling hands on her hips. I turned Penny around slowly and again she didn't resist. I was now facing her buttocks, the perfect 'ass' I had admired for so long. I pulled up the yellow flowered print skirt slowly at first, than faster giving into my own enthusiasm until the skirt was on her hips. "Oh goodness Penny," I almost bellowed out in complete surprise. "You aren't wearing any panties!" "I ... ahh ... I know Dottie," Penny replied in an innocently embarrassed tone of voice. "I don't wear panties very often." Again I was surprised at her admittance that she didn't wear panties very often. "Wow," I thought to myself, "how sexy can you get to go without panties right here at the office?" "Here honey," I said to Penny. "Hold your skirt up. I want to look closer." "Dottie ... Dottie, do you ... aahh ... do you think it's all right?" Penny replied and I could hear a little bit of fear in the tone of her voice. I was sure this was Penny 'first time' with another woman and I remembered my first time ... my first time with Deni. Immediately, almost by instinct, I shifted again to talking in the 'third person.' "Of course it's all right baby," I said as softly as I could. "Dottie wants to see if you are tan down here too." And immediately as Penny took hold of her skirt I could sense her fears subside. "Wow honey, golly, you are really tan down here. But you must have worn a bikini," I said as I marveled at the deepness of her tan on her buttocks. I was almost transfixed as I followed the deep tan on the sloping cheeks of her ass as it gave way to a lighter skin tone blending into the whiteness of her smooth skin as it disappeared into the valley between the twin mounds. I got up all the way up on my knees until my head was above Penny's beautiful ass cheeks. I kissed the curvature of her spine letting my hands followed the arch of her trim waist until they rested once more on her bare hips. As soon as I kissed Penny here I felt the goose bumps rise once again on her smooth skin ... but she did nothing to stop me. I was getting braver ... I dropped my lips lower to just where the crease in her ass cheeks began. I placed another kiss here ... and then a few licks with my wet tongue. "Do it Dottie," the voice inside of head was almost yelling at me now as I fought to control my own excitement, to control my own increasing arousal as much as I could. "Do it Dottie ... you know you want to," my subconscious voice kept repeating as though it was a recording ... over and over! Without moving my mouth from Penny's ass cheek, I moved my hands slowly downward until they rested on each of Penny warm ass cheeks. My hands felt very hot, very hot with the feeling of Penny and I had the impression that my body temperature was ascending above normal. I moved one of my hands around to the front of Penny letting it slowing trace the flatness of her belly. I moved it down slowly through the abundant golden fleece that dipped in between her thighs. The closer my hand got to her vagina the more moisture I found there. Penny's love juices were flowing. She was reaching a higher state of arousal ... and I knew it. I let the first finger of my hand slip though her plump and totally wet outer vagina lips starting at the very bottom and all along the crevice between them without penetrating her too much. I marveled at how puffy and soft her outer vagina lips were and I wanted to make it last as long a time as I could. I wasn't ready for Penny to reach her orgasm yet. I wanted this first time for her to be a time she would never forget. As I moved my finger slowly back and forth along her entire slit, I concentrated on her backside. Again I kissed her ass cheeks, first one and then the other and accentuated the kisses with a few little 'licks' of my tongue leaving the wetness of my mouth there. I separated her beautiful ass cheeks with my one free hand and let my middle finger little by little down in the 'valley.' Slowly I found what I was looking for ... the little 'rosebud.' It was hot and dry here and instinctively I knew I needed moisture. I took my finger away. My first impulse was to find the moisture I needed near her vagina. I even thought about wetting my finger with my mouth. But doing all this to Penny, knowing I was getting my way with her was having a feverish effect on me and my mind was evolving into a highly sensual and sexual mode of thinking and driving me on and on. Like someone addicted to a pleasure giving drug, I wanted more and more!!! Throwing all caution and care to the wind ... I did it. I moved my mouth over simultaneously with my finger! I replaced the finger on her rosebud with my lips and felt the muscles in my stomach push downward toward my own vagina stimulated by the awareness of what I was doing. I felt Penny's body tense up but she didn't pull away. Rather she pushed her hips backward! "Was she inviting me?" I thought to myself. "Does she want more?" Acting on impulse, acting on the adrenalin that was pulsating throughout every fiber in body I gathered up all the saliva I could and stuck my tongue out! I ran my tongue around in little circles over all the little wrinkled elastic muscles that kept this rosebud shut until it was soaked. Now Penny was following her own sexual instincts and pushed backward. As soon as I felt the aperture muscles give way to my tongue and I had penetrated her in this way, I heard Penny grasp and heard her moan ... "Oh God Dottie ... oh damn ... oh goodness Dottie," Penny grasped, her voice reaching a higher pitch. As quickly as I did this I pulled away. I replaced my tongue with my finger once more. This time there wasn't any dryness there and the little muscles surrounding her opening were pulsating. I placed my finger at the opening and again Penny pushed backward. I let my finger penetrate her rosebud until it was in a quarter of an inch ... and still Penny pushed backward. I let Penny 'take' some more of my finger while I moved my finger in front of her inward tracing the soft and soaked membranes of her inner vagina. Then I slowly pushed that finger all the way in her vagina until it disappeared in totality. Penny began moving her hips back and forth and when she did I timed it perfectly so when the finger in front was in, the finger in back was out. As she pushed backward to take my finger in her rosebud, the finger in front was out. Again when she tried to recapture my finger in front she would lose the penetration in back. The 'oohhh's' and 'aahhh's' above me were becoming louder and louder. Penny's breathing became deeper and more labored. Quickly I replaced the single finger in her vagina with two fingers. I let Penny 'fuck' my fingers like this for a few moments. My own breathing was rapidly picking up pace and I could feel my heart 'thumping' against my chest. I rubbed my thighs together in an effort to hold my explosion off but it was having the opposite effect on me. As I moved my legs together my own outer vagina lips were pulsating with desire and I knew I couldn't hold off my orgasm and need for release much longer. Daydreaming It starts with you on my bed. Spread-eagle, tied firmly with soft, strong ropes. I watch you watching me, naked, your eyes dark with desire. It makes me smile to see you that way... helpless and desiring. I am kneeling over you, smiling, enjoying that you don't know what is coming next, and that you can't touch me the way that your face shows that you would so dearly like to. Normally, this is not the side of the ropes I prefer, but just now, with you, I revel in it. I told you once that you make me want to lie before you and bare my belly in submission, and at the same time take your throat in my jaws, and bite until you know I can bite harder. This is the latter half of me. I see myself bending down, raking my nails lightly up your thigh, watching you squirm as I slowly exhale one hot breath over your dick. Feeling my own body grow heavy and moist in anticipation of feeling you inside me. Licking my way lightly up the length of you, returning to do it over again, knowing that the sensation is so light as to be almost tickling, before taking you all into my mouth in one hot rush and hearing you gasp while I stare into your face. I feel my own breasts grown heavy with the desire to be touched, but for the moment deny that pleasure to both of us, focusing instead on teasing you with long, slow strokes of my mouth. Every so often I'll stop, just to watch your eyes fly open and find me before reaching down again and taking your balls into my warm, waiting mouth. It's intoxicating- feeling, seeing, hearing your reactions. I let myself grow tired of this play, and crawl up the length of you, nipping and nibbling as I go, reminding you of the sharpness of my teeth should I choose to use them while you lie helpless. The apprehension on your face is sweet... I think you sometimes forget that I am not so sweet, or innocent, as you remember. Your nipple is under my tongue now, and I roll it around a little, feeling it tighten still further, and tasting the salt of your skin. Your breath is a little faster now, and it makes me smile as I close my teeth lightly!- so lightly- around your nipple, and feel you jump. I consider biting harder, but decide to behave for the moment, instead straddling you and leaning forward until my breasts brush your face. I can feel your mouth opening, trying to catch one, but I move just enough to deny you, feeling my own nipples harden still further as they sweep the stubble on your cheeks. "Say please," I purr into your ear, letting you hear the satisfaction in my voice. I want you to beg. I want to hear your voice break, the way it has once before. I wait, taunting you, rolling my hips over you so that you can feel my own wet readiness just barely out of reach. I restrain a laugh, feeling your hips thrust up against me, seeking. I roll my hips just enough to stay at the very edge... not quite allowing you to penetrate, but enough for you to feel how very close you are, my breasts still that same millimeter out of reach.... Until I hear you give in, hear your voice crack, just a little as you say, "please." In that moment, I thrust my hips down, taking all of you inside me in one movement as I did earlier, but so much tighter, so much wetter, even as I give you the breast your mouth has never stopped seeking. I feel you groan at the sudden sensations even as I cry out at the feeling of your mouth on me. Life is, momentarily, perfect with you sheathed tightly inside me, your mouth on me. You thrust further into me, and though I had intended to draw away again, to tease more, I find my body uncooperative. It wants you inside me, and I cannot really argue, so cooperate instead, rolling my hips down again to meet you, pressing you further into me. I can't help but cry out as your mouth tightens on my breast again, and nearly pull away, throwing my head back in pleasure. Though I had intended also to draw this out, to slow our rhythm and prolong both our pleasure, I find myself unable. My instincts match yours, and we find a fast, hard rhythm, guaranteed to end this too soon but I think we are both past caring. I tear myself away from your mouth to lean back a little, pressing you into me almost to the point of pain and watching myself envelope you... remembering your words so long ago, "You like watching me come into you," while you held my hips and thrust your way into me. The memory still makes me shudder, and I do so now, knowing that you will feel it. I find myself craving the taste of your mouth again and lean forward to kiss you, nibbling your lip very lightly first... a gentle contrast to the fierce rhythm of our hips. I feel my own body tightening in response to yours, and know that while I cannot climax myself this way I can sure as all hells enjoy yours. I hear you choke the words out near my ear, "Please don't stop..." and smile, tightening myself around you without losing rhythm. Your body shudders against mine, and I lay one hand against your cheek, drawing your eyes to mine as I feel your climax begin. They are beautiful, swirling black in the depths of your orgasm, and I hold them with my own, pressing down a little further to continue your pleasure as long as possible, until I feel you shudder beneath me and lie still. Only then do I stop my own movements, leaning forward across you and kissing you gently. Daydreaming Pete leaned back in his desk chair, letting the sounds of the office on a Wednesday afternoon bounce off his eardrums. His finger came up and loosened the tie in his collar. He unbuttoned the top button and let cool air blow down his shirt. He blinked hard and shook his head, trying to clear away the midweek doldrums. He let his eyes wander and saw her. She was tall and buxom, with fiery red hair and eyes so green, he could see them from across the room. Her gray suit and white blouse said "lawyer", which wouldn't surprise him one bit. He let his mind wander as his eyes scanned her figure slowly. As they came back up, his gaze lingered on a valley between her breasts that would put the Grand Canyon to shame. A slight grin creased his lips as he imagined nuzzling that magnificent spread. That grin died when his eyes came up to her face. He didn't know how long she'd watched him, but her expression said it had been long enough. His eyes and mind snapped back to his computer screen at her look of displeasure. Lena grinned as he turned back to his work. She had seen him watching her, looking at her. His desire was plain on his face and that aroused her. She felt her nipples stiffen inside her bra. She shifted and felt them rub against the inside of the fabric. She shifted her legs and felt the moisture collecting between them. She knew he couldn't resist more visual investigation, so she turned her body to show the automaton in the cubicle the papers she carried and bent down to talk to her. She made sure to aim her pert bottom at Pete. His eyes wandered a bit and almost bugged out of his head. She was bent over a desk, showing something to the woman in the cubicle, displaying a perfect upside-down heart of a bottom. He stiffened a little in his pants as she shifted her legs, causing her butt to rock back and forth a couple of times. Pete had the almost irresistible urge to touch himself. He also knew he couldn't go walking through the office to the bathroom in his present condition. Suddenly, she straightened, turning. He brought his attention back to the screen. He didn't think she saw him. Lena casually glanced over at Pete's cubicle and smiled. It was obvious he was turned on. The situation was perfect. She turned and got on the first elevator, riding it up six floors. Her office was a private one, two doors off the elevator. With the door closed, she had privacy. She turned off the light in her office and activated a lamp on her desk. She stripped off her suit jacket and settled into her expensive leather executive chair. As she started to cast her spell, she focused on Pete and started to unbutton her silk blouse. She closed her eyes and saw him, seated in his cubicle, in her mind's eye. He was stretching, his mind open and imagining. He was also aroused, which suited her desires perfectly. She focused her powers on him and started to cast in earnest. Pete stretched in his chair, still feeling the uncomfortable hardness confined in his briefs. He closed his eyes and scratched his head, trying to will blood to flow into his extremities. He chuckled, well, not that extremity. The sounds of the office faded from his ears. He opened his eyes on what were unfamiliar surroundings. The room he found himself in was spacious and decorated with deep maroon wallpaper with gold inlay. He was laying back on a large, pillow-covered bed and quickly discovered that he was nude. He blinked several times before realizing that he wasn't alone. The beautiful "lawyer" from the end of the room stood at the foot of the bed. She wore a red silk robe that hung open with a filmy white negligee underneath it. He could pick out every curve under the negligee, from the heavy curve of her breasts to the slight pooch of her belly. He looked beneath that belly to a shaven pubis. Her eyes were locked on the head of his erect penis, where a glint of fluid glistened. Her gaze came up from his crotch and she locked her eyes onto his. Meanwhile, her hands tugged off her robe. She stepped forward and kneeled between his legs. Her soft left hand wrapped around his swollen member and she began to gently stroke it. Pete moaned deeply as she leaned forward and took the head of his erection into her wet mouth. She let her spittle drip onto him and used the added lubrication to increase the speed of her ministrations. Pete bucked his hips a little, unable to control his motions and her smile became a wicked one. She continued to suck on his head as her hand grasped him. His eyes closed and he almost lost consciousness at the supreme pleasure radiating from her grip. He felt his penis jerk in her mouth and he flooded her with his seed. Her hand released him and her lips dropped down onto his member. He could feel the gentle suction as she swallowed his bitter fluid. Pete's pulse slowed as he came down and he looked down at her. Her smile was back in place and she stood. Her voice was sultry and deep. "My name is Lena. And now it's my turn." With that, she pulled the negligee off and crawled up the bed. She straddle his face and pressed her moist snatch to his mouth. Pete didn't need any instruction or encouragement in what to do next. His hands found her plump ass and gripped it while his tongue found the hood of her stiff nub and began to massage it, careful not to attack the clit right away. Her moans told him he had the right idea as his lips and teeth caressed her labia. He worked his tongue all around her vagina, teasing and fondling, sucking and nibbling, pressing his tongue into her hole, then flashing it over her distended clitoris. She began to rock her crotch against his face, and he moved his thumbs down her butt and to her dripping opening. He could feel her fluid dripping onto his chin and down onto his neck and chest. His thumbs pressed against her opening and penetrated Lena. She threw her head back as he began to thrust his thumbs into her, widening her as she milked his thumbs with her vaginal muscles. His lips wrapped around her clit and his tongue relentlessly massaged it as she began to breathlessly moan her pleasure. Small, high-pitched noises in the back of her throat gave away evidence of her impending orgasm and a scream of pure pleasure released as it washed over her. Fluids dripped down onto him, coating his chin again as she shivered atop him. Lena shifted her body and laid down next to Pete, kissing him hard on the mouth, her tongue probing. Her hand again found his half-hard penis and she began to fondle him, bringing him to full erection quickly. She grinned down at him as she straddled him, sinking his manhood into her depths. Pete gasped at the feel of her exquisite sheath wrapped around him. She slowly pumped him, riding him with a magnificent slowness that let him feel every bit of her tight vagina. She leaned over him, letting one plump nipple rub across his mouth. He captured it with his lips, his tongue flicked over it and she moaned as he gently sucked. As she slid down on him, her swollen clit pressed against his pubic bone, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She slowly started to increase the pace as her pleasure mounted. He grabbed Lena's hips, sinking his thumbs into her soft flesh, and began to push hard up into her. She held herself up as he took over. Her eyes closed as her pleasure increased. She knew she was close and could feel him swelling inside her. Her moans turned into gasps turned into little screams of pleasure. She came hard, feeling him do the same. Pete's hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he ejaculated into her. Lena veritably collapsed onto him as the waves of pleasure crested and ebbed inside of her. Pete's arms encircled her, holding her tenderly. His breathing deepened and his eyes closed. Pete's eyes jerked open. He sat up in his chair, feeling the squishiness in his underwear and grateful that he chose to wear black pants today. He looked around and realized that nobody was watching, nobody's eyes were searching him to see what was wrong. He glanced at the clock and saw that no time had passed during his ... what. Daydream? Fantasy? Vision? He didn't know the answer. He only knew it was the most vivid dream he had ever had. He glanced around one last time and got up, trying to walk normally to the bathroom to clean himself as best he could. Lena dried herself in her private bathroom. Pete had definitely not been a disappointment. She pulled up her panties and returned to her office. She started putting things to rights, buttoning her blouse and pulling her jacket back on. Recharged, she checked her watch and grabbed her Dayrunner. She had a lunch date to make and she didn't want to be late. Her secretary noticed that she seemed in a much better mood now than she had all morning. Daydreaming Hello Lover. I've been thinking about you again and just feel the need to talk to you ... It's about 4 in the morning where you are, so I imagine you'll be sound asleep right now...are you dreaming about me I wonder? I could swear I just heard your voice. If I close my eyes and remain very still, I can almost believe you're here with me. I can practically feel your hand brushing my hair to one side so you can graze your lips across the back of my neck, then, as you slowly trace just one finger lightly down the length of my spine, I can feel your breath in my ear as you softly ask me what I want you to do... I don't have to say a thing...all I have to do is think a thing and you're so tuned into me, my wants and desires, that you intuitively respond to my thoughts and subtle signals. As I let my head fall forward, your strong warm hands begin to knead and caress the muscles of my neck and shoulders and I can feel the day's tension melting away at your touch. Lower and lower, your stroking hands work their magic as I relax under your ministrations, practically purring in contentment. Reaching my waist, you slide your hands around the front slightly and place them on my hip bones, pulling me against you. I let my head settle back to rest on your shoulder as your hands resume their journey, to wander over the swell of my tummy and then feather-light up my sides, lightly stroking my ribs on their way closer and closer to my waiting breasts, where my nipples are already puckering up in anticipation of your touch. Finally, gently, you cup my quivering flesh, giving them a tender squeeze as you grasp and roll the nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. I let out a low sigh of pleasure at the touch of your hands on my body and your lips on my throat and I can feel you stir in response against my buttocks. I give my ass a bit of a wiggle against your groin and your reaction is unmistakable, but you chuckle and back away slightly. "Patience," You whisper in my ear "Right now, it's all about you." Once again, your fingers are tracing designs, but this time your lips are joining them, following them with soft kisses as you work your way down my back, lingering at the dimples that form where back meets buttocks. You're kneeling behind me, stroking the backs of my thighs and then cupping my cheeks as you give me a little bite on the ass. I flinch slightly, more in surprise than anything since you're being so gentle...then, spreading my cheeks apart with your hands, you snake your tongue between them and give me a long, wet lick from one hole to the other, causing me to shiver and my knees to almost buckle. Placing your hands around my waist from behind, silently you turn me to face you as you remain on your knees, resulting in your having my moist, aromatic pussy right at eye level. You smile up at me for a moment, then turn your attention back to what's right in front of you, awaiting your touch. Lovingly, reverently you run your hands over the soft skin of my belly and down the outside of my hips as you lean closer to place tiny butterfly kisses onto my obviously freshly shaven mound. Slipping one hand between my thighs, you gently encourage me to spread my legs for you, giving you more access to that most private part of my body. Placing your thumbs on my outer lips, carefully you spread them apart, exposing the inner pinkness there. My arousal is obvious as you find the tiny button of my clit poking out from between those soft folds and you flick your tongue ever so gently over it. My reaction is immediate and intense as my hips involuntarily convulse and I press myself hard against your face. Unfazed, you continue to use your tongue and lips to kiss and caress my love button, while at the same time inserting one, then two fingers up inside my pussy, probing and feeling your way until you locate that sweet spot deep inside that you know will only intensify the pleasure I'm already experiencing at your hands. I let out a moan of sheer ecstasy as I lose myself in the sensations you're creating within me, the pleasure and tension building toward the explosion I know is coming. Reaching deeper still, burying your entire face into my now-dripping cunt, you firmly take my clit between your lips, suck it into your mouth and start to hum. The vibrations send me flying headlong over the edge of the most incredible orgasm and only my hands clutching fistfuls of your hair allow me to stay on my feet as I gasp and pant, quiver and moan. I haven't even stopped twitching yet when I realize you're no longer on your knees, but have risen to your feet and have pressed me backward a step or two until my back is against the wall. Lifting my legs until they're wrapped around your waist, with one smooth, powerful thrust, your extremely hard, extremely large erection has impaled me against the wall and you're plunging into me, again and again, the head of your cock stroking so adamantly against my still trembling g-spot that it sets off my spasms anew and I shatter into a million bright sparks as I climax again...and again...and yet again! With a shout, you join me in the euphoria that is orgasm, pumping me full as you release your huge load deep inside me. Afterward, the only sounds to be heard are the sounds of heavy breathing as we struggle to catch our breath, still locked together, clutching each other close, our heartbeats slowly resuming a regular rhythm as our mingled sweat and intimate fluids trickle...hmmmm, might be a good time for a nice, long, hot shower together. Ah, Baby, what I wouldn't give to open my eyes to find that it hasn't been a dream after all. L. x Daydreaming at work Here I am sitting in front of computer hour after hour and day after day. Today was a particularly slow day. No new projects to work on. I pass the time trolling the internet for new information. Maybe I should stop by Lit and see who's online. Any new stories? Mother and son? No thanks. Sex mystery? Too boring. Bad wife? Unoriginal. Right when I'm about to give up, I stumble upon on interesting one that catches peaks my interest. It's called, 'Fucking Myself Bloody'. Hmm...sounds a little nasty, but I'm curious. I've always been a bit curious what it would be like fucking a woman on her period. Why not. First, I check the writer. Hmmm...Bawidgetcoms. Never heard of her or is that a him. Seems like only a guy is sick enough to write about something about fucking a woman on her period. Let me check...wait a minute...the writer is a woman! Now this will be interesting. I have to read it now. Its written in the first person...this is a good start. I generally favor the stories told in the first person. It gives it more of a sense of realism and believability. You see, I only prefer the stories that could be possibly true. Not those where the woman bangs 5 guys on her lunch break. I keep reading...she makes videos of herself. How hot is that. I would love to see one of those videos. I must ask her if she has any when I'm done. Must keep reading. She slips her cut off jean shorts down her legs and weren't wearing any panties. Immediately my cock springs to attention. I've always been a sucker for when women go sans panties. Its something about knowing not much separates me from having access to her cooch out in public which I'm more than willing to take advantage of. My cock increasing in size. I have to shift in my chair. I continue reading, " I reached behind me for my vibrator. I wanted so badly to see it covered in my blood. I teased myself with it, made myself wait with it poised at the entrance to my soaked pussy, playing the tip of it around the soft edges of my opening." Without thinking I realize I've moved my hand to my growing and have been ribbing myself through my pants. There's an outline at the crotch of my pants outlining my gearth. I feel my boxers begin to stick to me as precinct leaks out of me. God I hope nobody walks in right now. I read further..." Finally I pushed it inside and began to fuck myself slowly with my left hand while my right reached for my cell phone. I made the camera face me so I could take a video while I watched myself being fucked by my pink toy." My hand rubs harder trying to break through my pants. The chair squeaking from my body twisting and squirming in my chair. I need more room. I need to let my cock out. It's the only way to release this tension. I get up out of my chair and walk to the door. Its a good thing my office has a lock. I sit back down and slide halfway down my seat. I unbutton my pants and unzip them. I pull the flaps of my pants back peeling them like a flower. My boxers soaked with precinct, what a mess so far. My hand reaches in my boxers penetrating the elastic waistline. I feel my fingers touch the tip of cock. Its moist with my pre-juices. I look at the screen and read, " I sighed deeply and returned the rod to my pussy, pushing it inside hard and fast. I tilted it just right to grind the tip of it hard into my g-spot, and I turned the vibrator on. As I watched the blood-soaked dildo sinking into my pussy and pulling back out again covered in even more blood, I began to moan." I close my eyes and pretend my fingers are your pussy lips. I know they aren't as moist as your pussy or soft and smooth, but my imagination of you does fools my cock. As I imagine you pushing that dildo hard and fast inside you, my fingers sink down my shaft wrapping my fingers around it, squeezing it as if it was your cunt. I begin stroking myself up and down simulating your steamy pussy swallowing my cock. I feel my cock throbbing in my hand. I was fucking my cock as if it was your pussy. God the tension building between my legs and shooting through my trembling body. I continue to follow your words, " Then I was there. I climbed to the top of the hill screaming, "FUCK ME!" then bit down on my lip. I shoved both hands between my legs now and pressed hard against my clit while I rode out my orgasm. I hadn't had enough.. I wanted more of me." As I read this, I jerked faster thinking you. My mind imagining you writhing in ecstasy. I can hear you in my ears screaming for my cock, "FUCK ME!" You rubbing your engorged clit. Then it happens. I read, " Within moments I was cumming again, crying out with guttural moans." At that moment my body gives a quick jerk and I wince in great pleasure. My cock tightens and the releases my orgasm. I pretend to cum with you. Our bodies releasing our juices for one another. I think about your bloody pussy. Your swollen lips. Your hardened clit. I think of your beautiful body in front me cumming for me. I sink back into my chair. My hand relaxes around my cock. I feel it continue to pulsate. My cum dripping through my fingers. My boxers covered with my semen. How am I going to get cleaned up? That's one thing your story doesn't help me with. Daydreaming On The Train The lady across from me relaxed and closed her eyes. The motion of the train was lulling her to sleep, as I watched, her magazine dropped from her hand onto the table between us. I had been watching her over the top of my paper for a few stops now. She was an attractive woman, smartly dressed, maybe 40, with light red hair and a decent figure. She seemed rather aloof; she had not even glanced at me when I sat at her table on joining the train. Now she was asleep, she was a choice player in my favourite travel game. I have this particular skill, or gift, you see: I can probe the minds of people, pulling out their thoughts and memories as easily as reading a book upside-down. That in itself could be fun, but finding secrets, those things hidden away from the rest of the world, was best of all. Even the most ordinary person often had an interesting memory or two tucked away. As the train rolled on, I put my paper down, sat back and concentrated on her. I quickly found out her name; Sue-Ann. She was a primary school teacher, on her way to London for a shopping trip. She was married, with two sons. The surface thoughts always came out easily, I could see breakfast this morning, showering, sleep, sex with her husband, dinner last night, and so on. I browsed her mind, surfing the bright surface thoughts for a few minutes until I found what I was looking for; a darker patch, tucked away deep inside. That was a sure sign of a secret. I pushed close in her mind and tried to draw the memory out, to have her replay it for me. Fragments started to come out, teasing at first but gradually forming into coherence as I concentrated on them. To her my probing would feel like a dream, a distant memory re-surfacing; to me it would be like my own private movie theatre. In the mist of her repressed memories were thoughts of a Christmas party, judging by the fashions and hairstyles of the guests, one held many years ago. As I pushed further into the web of the memories, images, snapshots, flowed. The end of the party had come..., ...the guests had gone home except for one couple, new friends made that evening... ...Sue-Ann, her husband Tim, and John and Laura were tired, drunk, and wasted... ...Tim crashed-out on the floor snoring... ...laughter over the mess and the cleaning up chores ahead... ...music on, slumped together on the sofa... ...a joint produced and shared... ...a passionate John and Laura kissing noisily beside her... ...feelings of jealousy and lust rising in her... ...a laughing fall onto their laps, interrupting the kiss. "Hey guys, what about poor little me? I'm here, all lonely" the words spilled from her mouth, slightly slurred from the drink. John laughed but kissed her too, first on her forehead, then her cheek and finally on her lips. Sue-Ann was drunk and excited. She found herself eagerly kissing him back, and licking John's lips as he finished. "Whoa, girl, you're pissed", he said with a grin as he leant back on the sofa. Sue-Ann giggled and nodded in agreement. Sliding down by wriggling her hips, she stretched out across John's lap and smiled up into his face. John smiled back with a quizzical look. Sue-Ann saw him glance at his wife Laura. She was still sat beside him and Sue-Ann's hips had slid up onto Laura's lap. Sue-Ann could feel Laura's hand gently stoking her legs. Sue-Ann lifted her head slightly and saw Laura lying back on the settee, her legs under her, grinning at her husband's predicament. Laura laughed, reached out and stroked the back of John's head. Sue-Ann joined in the laugh. She stretched her arms out behind her head, this pushed her tits up hard against her dress. She felt really wicked doing that, and really, really aroused. The evening of drinking, dancing and flirting had primed her, but her husbands collapse in the corner had frustrated her. As the dream formed in greater and greater detail, I got myself comfortable. This was shaping up to be a fine way to spend a train journey. As the memories flowed, Sue-Ann too shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes still closed. At the touch of her hand, John turned to kiss Laura, but one of his hands started to caress Sue-Ann's hair. She loved having her hair played with, and sighed with pleasure. She wriggled down further so that her head was now on John's lap. Laura and John were now kissing passionately, Laura's hands were roving over his face and chest. From his lap, Sue-Ann could see their tongues fighting for position in each other's mouth. As they kissed, Sue-Ann could feel John's hard-on growing beneath her head. Laura finally broke away from the kiss and looked down to John's lap. Sue-Ann smiled up at her and closed her eyes with the pleasure. "Looks like one of your fantasies come true, John," Laura said quietly. Sue-Ann's dress had ridden up and fallen open as she had wriggled down on John's lap, and she knew she was exposing her stocking tops and French knickers to them both. She didn't care. Now, in addition to John fiddling with her hair, she could feel Laura tracing the line of one of her suspenders with a finger. "Mmm, fantasies," Sue-Ann said distantly, lost in the pleasure of the couples' fondling. She sat up suddenly, smoothing out her dress. "Tell me about your fantasies," she asked, leaning back onto one elbow. John just laughed at her. "Come on, tell me one. Tim will never say, I think his must be just too rude!" Sue-Ann giggled. "Tell me then, what do men think about?" "Just about any thing that moves dahling", Laura said in fake vamp accent, "and often in two's apparently" she added, looking at John. She then leant over and kissed him hard, lingering with her tongue on his lips. Their faces were no more than inches from hers, she could feel the heat of their skin. Watching them kiss that closely was turning her on even more. "I have lots of fantasies" sighed Sue-Ann. The two lovers stopped their kiss and turned their heads to her. "Pirates, sometimes" she whispered conspiratorially. "Oh, what, you mean lots of them?" asked Laura in a low, teasing, voice as she brushed John's face with her fingers. "Umm hmm, yeah, and sometimes all together" giggled Sue-Ann. She suddenly sat up straight again, apparently losing her train of thought. Arching her back, she asked John, "you like my tits?" She slid her hands up and cupped them towards him, licking her lips. "I like 'em, ...and so does sleeping beauty over there," she said with a nod to her husband, still slumped uselessly in the corner of the room. "They look lovely", John replied with a silly smile, "don't they Laura". There was a slight catch in his voice, he was nervous and excited. "Very nice, I'm sure," replied Laura, laughing as she added, "why don't you cop a feel then, sweetheart. You must want to, they are being offered ever so nicely". Sue-Ann turned and sat straddling Johns lap, "Oh yes, please have a feel John. Go on it's OK, Laura said it was OK". John snorted, smiled and moved his hands up to give her breasts a gentle squeeze through her dress. Sue-Ann turned to Laura, "can I kiss your hubby Laura?" she asked. But before she could get a reply, she launched herself forwards and kissed him open mouthed, her tongue flicking into his mouth. She stopped and pulled back. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry," Sue-Ann apologised to Laura. "I so sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Sue-Ann started to cry. John, still somewhat off balance by the turn of the events, looked to his wife. Laura leant over to her, "That's OK sweetie, it's OK, I didn't mind, stop crying, come here". Laura gave Sue-Ann, still straddling John's lap, a long hug. "Tell you what, sweetie, why don't we give him his Christmas treat", Laura added in a whisper as they hugged. "What trea...?" Sue-Ann asked, but before she could speak, Laura's hands cupped her face as she leant forward and started to gently kiss her. Laura's kisses landed on her nose, cheeks, eyes and then her mouth. Sue-Ann felt Laura's lips pulling and sucking at hers as she kissed her. Laura had moved one hand behind Sue-Ann's head and was holding her close. Sue-Ann's eyes widened with shock, but she couldn't move away. She could see John out of the corner of her eye, but Laura's face and black hair filled the majority of her vision. Sue-Ann opened her mouth to protest but Laura's tongue thrust deep into her mouth, pushing her own tongue to one side. Laura's tongue made it impossible for any sound other than "oh" or "mmmpph" to escape. Sue-Ann had never felt such a long tongue, it was frightening her, pushing in and out, to and fro in her mouth. It felt as if Laura was licking her back teeth. Sue-Ann started to panic, she couldn't breath, couldn't move. Sue-Ann was still astride John, one of her hands still on his shoulders. The other was free, but just flailing about, with a mind of its own. She could feel John's hands roaming over her back and hips. She heard him say "Oh my God...oh wow Laura", and then a few moments later, with Laura still locked to Sue-Ann's mouth, he added "Oh, Jesus, look, what about Tim?...". Laura's tongue left Sue-Ann's mouth as quickly as it had entered it. Laura moved slightly back but her arms were still around her neck, and she kept eye contact with her. Laura was biting her lip, breathing heavily, waiting for Sue-Ann to say something. Sue-Ann was vibrating with fear, or perhaps it was with excitement. She was hot, sweating, and as the initial shock of the kiss departed; she found didn't want to stop. She looked over her shoulder at her husband, now snoring. "Oh fuck him, let's not wake sleeping beauty" she breathed, and leant forward to Laura. This time it was her tongue exploring Laura's mouth. The two women kissed each other for a few minutes, with Laura still sat beside John and Sue-Ann still astride John's lap. John was fondling both women now, rubbing thighs and breasts through and under their clothes, kissing and licking their faces, shoulders and necks. Laura caught Sue-Ann's eye and nodded towards John. Clued in, Sue-Ann shifted her emphasis, and the two women both started to kiss him. As Sue-Ann kissed his face, she said quietly between pecks, "this is sooo wicked, I can't believe I'm doing this". Laura responded just as quietly "I can't believe we are doing this either, this isn't quite our normal party trick, is it sweetheart?" Laura turned to John and they began to kiss deeply again. As she sat astride his lap, watching them kiss and probe each other with their tongues, while at the same time being fondled and petted, Sue-Ann felt is was the most sexually intensive feeling she thought she had ever had. Sue-Ann began to rotate her hips, driving her groin into John's lap. She could feel his hard cock through his trousers, rubbing up against her pussy. Laura moved aside, and Sue-Ann moved in to start kissing John. Laura was now nibbling and sucking at John's ear. As she sucked noisily at his lobe, she murmured "Oh you like that do you, you greedy pig. You like being fucked by two women then?" John was too busy playing with Sue-Ann's tongue to reply with more than a "mmmmhhhh". Laura giggled in reply and continued to suck at his ear-lobe. Sue-Ann could feel Laura's hand brushing up and down John's chest, because she was pressed up hard against him. As she kissed him, she could feel Laura's hand moving down further to end up stroking John's now rock-hard cock through his jeans. Sue-Ann's grinding movements quickly trapped Laura's hand under her; she could now feel Laura's knuckles digging into her pussy. She felt her tummy tighten and flip with the pressure on her pussy and she moaned into John's mouth. Her pelvis ground down harder and faster onto John's cock and Laura's hand. Laura shifted her attention from John and started to lick at Sue-Ann's ear. "You like that hmmm? Go on girl, fuck my husband, fuck my hand you slut" she breathed into it. Sue-Ann moaned again with the excitement as Laura started to call her a slut and whore. "I can feel your wetness you bitch, you want my man's cock don't you, you want us to fuck you don't you, what are you hmmm? Are you a whore? Do you want us baby?" Laura breathed into Sue-Anns' ear as she taunted her. Sue-Ann could feel her hand, trapped under her crotch, move and jig against her. Sue-Ann broke her kiss with John and turned to Laura, "oh fuck you, you cunt, just shut up and kiss me" she said through her breathless panting. Grabbing the back of Laura's head she plunged her tongue as deep into Laura's mouth as it would go. John had been busy in the meantime, and managed to open the top of her dress. She could feel him now trying to free her breasts from her bra. The three were pressed so close together that he was having trouble. Sue-Ann sat back slightly, and Laura lent a helping hand to unclasped Sue-Ann's bra, whilst still sucking at her probing tongue. John was now able to pull Sue-Ann's tits out of the cups and quickly started to suck at the nearest. He squeezed it in his hand and was alternating between rapid tonguing of her hard nipple, and drawing it deeply into his mouth. No words were being spoken, the only sounds were slurping noises, Sue-Ann at Laura's tongue, John at her tit. Sue-Ann felt that was in heaven, she loved having her tits sucked and squeezed, but it had never felt like this before. John sat back and started on his wife; Laura broke her kiss with her only long enough to allow John to unbutton her blouse. With all the fumbling, Laura's breasts had slipped from her bra cups; John grasped the nearest and started to alternate his sucking between both women's nipples. Sue-Ann was grinning like a madwoman as she stared into Laura's eyes. Under the intensity of the daydream, Sue-Ann squirmed in the train seat, but her eyes remained closed. Colour was rising to her cheeks as the memories, encouraged by my probing, flooded out. I had to move a bit also, my cock was stiff and straining against my trousers. I tried to discretely tuck it down my leg, but never lost concentration on Sue-Ann. Laura moved back from the group, and got up onto her knees on the sofa. John was busy sucking on Sue-Ann's right tit; Laura arched her back and cupping her left tit with her left hand, used her right to gently guide Sue-Ann's head towards her. Sue-Ann looked at the proffered nipple, and then up to Laura's lovely smiling face. She could feel each pull of John's suction at her own tit, and the gentle stroking of her hair by Laura. The sensations filled her world; the small breast, with a puckered erect nipple, shaking slightly with the heavy panting of Laura, filled her sight. She leant forward and lightly kissed the nipple held in front of her. She just touched it with the tip of her tongue. She heard Laura inhale sharply at the touch. Encouraged and excited by her response, Sue-Ann closed her eyes and let the tit slide into her mouth. Laura had small but very pert tits, Sue-Ann found she had practically the whole breast in her mouth. Her nose as pressed tight against Laura's ribs and the heat from Laura's body seared her face. As she sucked at the tit, she could feel Laura's every response. Laura was holding her head hard against her; John continued to suck and fondle her as she ground her pussy into his lap. Her hand moved of it own volition up and down Laura's back, finding its way under her skirt and stroking and squeezing her silky bum. Needing a breath Sue-Ann released Laura's tit. As she did, Laura swung around and offered it to her husband to suck, it was glistening with Sue-Ann's saliva. He took it in greedily, as Laura closed her eye's and moaned. Sue-Ann had turned to face John again, and started to try to unzip his fly. It was difficult as she was still grinding her pussy into his cock. "So you want to fuck my husband huh," Laura asked, "well I won't let you, his cock is mine see" she said laughing, putting on a Cagney accent at the end. "Oh pleeease let me fuck him" Sue-Ann pleaded in a little girl voice, "I've been ever so good this year". "No, sweetie, that cock is mine, see!" Laura said emphatically. Laura had stood up and was now standing behind Sue-Ann, her arms encircling her just under her breasts. "...and I'll do anything to keep it that way, even ..... TICKLE you..." Laura started to tickle her, lighting digging her nails into Sue-Ann's sides and tummy. Sue-Ann started shrieking with panicky laughter "NO no nooooo, OK stop I'll leave him be, oh please stoooOPPP!" Sue-Ann was shrieking in laughter, Laura was giggling uncontrollably, and John was just watching them with a huge smile on his face. Sue-Ann stood up off of John's lap and turning to Laura, started to fight back. The tickle spree lasted a minute only, and ended with Sue-Ann sat down again, but this time between John's legs and with her back to him. Her dress was now fully open, her tits free, her bra held only by the shoulder straps, and one stocking fallen down. Laura was sat on the floor at their feet, dishevelled but still largely dressed. John was gently cupping and squeezing Sue-Ann's tits from behind, rolling the hard nipples with his fingers, while kissing her neck. Both women were panting hard from the exertion and the excitement. "What lovely legs you have, Sue-Ann" she heard Laura whisper, "so lovely and long. I wish I had legs like those". From her position on the floor, Laura was staring up at her, gently stroking up and down her legs and thighs. "And what pretty lacy things you have on," suddenly Laura got up on her knees and grasped Sue-Ann's knickers with both hands and started to pull them down, "I want them!" Sue-Ann's hands went down to protect her knickers. "Nnooooo!" she screamed, a mix between a laugh and a cry. John laughed as his arms pinned hers back. "Noo, Laura what are you doing, you can't..." Sue-Ann continued to protest in falsetto "... nooooo, don't rip them, they're new!". John held her more firmly and then Laura managed to get her knickers fully off. She threw them over her shoulder. Sue-Ann looked down into Laura flushed face; she was breathing hard, her eyes smouldering and nostrils flaring. Sue-Ann was a bit frightened now, her eyes and mouth opened wide and she nearly screamed. "It's OK sweetie, shsh now," Laura put a finger to Sue-Ann's lips. She then placed both her hands onto Sue-Ann's tummy. Laura slowly pulled her hands down, brushing past Sue-Ann's pubes, and gently pushed them between her thighs. "No Laura, please don't do that, please", continued Sue-Ann, but quietly. She could hardly speak she was breathing so hard. Laura gently but firmly spread Sue-Ann's legs apart as she slid her hands down her inner thighs. As she reached Sue-Ann's knees, she lifted and hooking them over John's, and then slid her body forwards between her legs. Sue-Ann was panting heavily now, hardly able to catch her breath. She was too weak to resist. She could not take her eyes off of Laura; Laura in turn kept her gaze as she slowly leant towards Sue-Ann's pussy. Sue-Ann watched her stroke it gently with her fingertips. Thrills shot up her body at each light touch. She was soaking with excitement; the hairs were plastered to her skin with all her secretions. "Not only pretty knickers, John, but pretty pussy as well. I want it!" she breathed. Finally Laura moved her head in and started to kiss softly around Sue-Ann's cunt, around her inner thighs, around her mons, then finally on her cunt lips. "Ohh god no..., ...Laura stop that..., ...oh god..., ohhh Jesus...". Sue-Ann soon started to relax though, under the kissing and massaging by John, and the relentless kissing around her pussy by Laura. "...Laura stop oHHHH God that tickles". She was still protesting, but now giggling at the same time. Laura's long tongue was now playing over her pussy, she could feel it licking and probing into her. Sue-Ann lay back, closing her eyes, and panting, "Oh oh oh..." and with a final "OHHHmmmmmm" as she caught her breath with a quick intake of air. Laura had just found her clit with her tongue and the thrill of it had shot through Sue-Ann's body. Laura was flicking at it with the tip of her tongue, rapidly, then slowly with increased pressure. "That's fantastic, that's so goooood" Sue-Ann sobbed. Laura's tongue had felt large before in her mouth, now it felt enormous. The sensations as it flicked and probed at her pussy were far greater than anything she had felt before. Sue-Ann found she could not keep still, her hips were grinding her pussy into Laura's face, and she wanted Laura's tongue in her. "Ohh fuck me, suck me, oh you bitch, you fucking lezzie, ohh god that's so gooooodd". That last word started as a moan but rose in pitch to a shriek as she inhaled while speaking. Sue-Ann closed her mouth "MMMMMMMMM". Laura was pressed hard into her crotch and had taken her clit bud between her lips. Sue-Ann had reached down and, grabbing Laura's hair, was holding her head hard against her crotch. The sucking and pulling at her clit sent waves of sensation up her body; her tummy was doing flip-flops, like her clit was directly connected directly to her tummy. Sue-Ann had never felt anything like it before, it made Tim's half-hearted attempts pale in comparison. She turned her head to look at John, who over her shoulder was silently watching his wife sucking another woman off. All his attention was on that scene now; his fondling and kissing had stopped. Laura's black hair, eyes and nose were all that was visible to them both. The slurping, panting, and Sue-Ann's moans were all that could be heard. Laura was watching them both as she sent her tongue plunging in and out of Sue-Ann. Daydreaming On The Train Sue-Ann shifted slightly got her arm behind John's neck. "Kiss me you fucker!" she grunted; her voice was low and guttural now. She licked around his mouth, he stuck his tongue deep in her mouth and she sucked hard on it. With all the motion and the slipperiness, it was a very slobbery and noisy kiss. Sue-Ann lifted her legs off of John's and, putting them onto Laura's shoulders, used them to lock her new friend's head to her pussy. Still sucking hard on John's tongue, she could feel the lovely long tongue of Laura plunging deep inside her, in and out like a little cock, moving in and out, then stopping to flick at her clit. Sue-Ann tightened her legs, pressing Laura's head into her crotch like she wanted to squeeze her head into her cunt. With the wild tonguing, and double attention, Sue-Ann came with a wash of intensity she had never felt before. "Ohhfuckfuckohhfuckfuckfuck..." she sobbed around John's tongue. The intensity of the orgasm washed over me with the force of a fire-hose. I could hardly stand the excitement I felt from her. I could feel my face flush, and my cock surge in my trousers. I had to fold my paper over my lap just in case. Across from me Sue-Ann was biting her lip and breathing noticeably heavily. I could swear she was grinding her hips every so slightly in her seat, in time to the movements of the train. A red rash-like flush had spread over her neck, visible where her low cut blouse plunged to her cleavage. Her eyes were still closed though, and the daydream continued. Finally she had finished; Sue-Ann shifted and lay back against John's chest, releasing Laura's head from between her thighs. She could hardly breathe, she was panting hard and her heart was racing. Like a baby after a long cry, she could barely catch her breath, and could only take little sharp intakes of air. "uh uh uh.... uh uh uh" were the only sounds she could make. She was drenched with sweat, and could feel her bum slipping on the sofa, awash with sweat, saliva and her cunt juice. Laura stood up, smiling and laughing. "My, you look like you enjoyed that." She leant to kiss her. Her mouth and face were dripping with saliva and with her own juices. Sue-Ann knew she tasted herself as they kissed. "Merry Christmas Sue-Ann" breathed Laura. Laura helped Sue-Ann off John's lap and onto the sofa beside him. "I think I had better take care of John now," said Laura. Sue-Ann and John continued to kiss as Laura undid his belt and fly to release his throbbing cock. "I'm going to explode as soon as you touch it," breathed John, "Christ, you two are so hot you ought to be in porn films". Laura laughed, "Well let's see what I can get out of this then". Sue-Ann looked on as Laura took John's cock and started to kiss and lick it. He lay back, eyes closed. One hand was on Laura's head, pressing it to his crotch, the other on Sue-Ann, still squeezing her tit and thumbing her nipple. Laura licked up and down at the shaft, and then took the head into her mouth. Sue-Ann had tried to suck Tim, but had never watched a blowjob before. Just the tip of John's cock was going into Laura's mouth; Sue-Ann could see her cheeks hollow as she applied suction. Laura's cheeks began to vibrate as her tongue flicked back and forth over the tip. After a few seconds of that Laura inhaled deeply through her nose and took another inch of Johns cock in, then another. John stiffened as Laura started to slowly move her head back and forth on his prick. His hips started to move in time to her motion. At each stroke a little more cock went into Laura's mouth. Sue-Ann wondered if she was going to be able to take it all in. She watched in amazement as slowly, Laura managed the whole length. "You certainly are an oral bitch," she said with a giggle. Laura snorted in return, her hand caressed Sue-Ann's thigh while she continued the slow mouth fuck. John's chest swelled and he inhaled, moaning "mmmmmmmmmmm". He was quivering, his legs shaking as he exhaled with an explosive "MMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH". To Sue-Ann, it sounded just like a bulls bellow. As he bellowed and jerked, he exploded into Laura's mouth. He thrust his pelvis uncontrollably. The last jerk must have driven his cock just too deep, Laura retched slightly and pulled her head back quickly. Laura fell back onto her bottom, laughing and dripping cum. Sitting, she reaching forwards and pumped at her mans cock with her hands to get the last drops out. John was still coming, still bellowing; "UUUUUHHHHH", as two or three more spurts landed everywhere, over Laura's arms, his chest and over Sue-Ann where she had been tickling his chest. Sue-Ann leant over and kissed John, then sat back and licked his cum off her hand. Laura stood up and took Johns face in her hands, and kissed him deeply, releasing the load she had stored in her mouth. As she stood up, Sue-Ann could see the last of his cum dripping from her lips. John pulled her back and finished by licking Laura's face clean. He turned to Sue-Ann, his face glistening with sweat and semen. "I'm so glad we came to your party," he said. Laura looked at her wickedly. "Well honey, one good turn deserves a fuck...". Sue-Ann sighed and... "Paddington Station", announced the speaker system. Shit, what wonderful timing, I thought. I wondered what else lay hidden in her memories. At the voice, Sue-Ann woke from her daydream with a start. She was still rather flushed and flustered, and as we left the train, trod on my foot. "Oh I so sorry". "That's okay, no damage. Please don't think about it." As I walked off down the platform I said to her "Have a nice day shopping Sue-Ann." She gave me a shocked look, trying to place my face "and pleasant dreams" I added as I walked away to the taxi stand. Daydreams This story will be a slow burn. From the beginning.... Sam felt suddenly very strange. She was in a very familiar, very comfortable place – she was lying naked in Jack's muscular arms. He was doing something he had done to her a thousand and more times. She and Jack had been together for six years after all. So there he was, working his routine. Gently kissing her neck, allowing his tongue to ingest subtle tastes of the perfume she had sprayed there many hours before. And yet despite this level of familiarity for her, Sam wasn't herself. She couldn't put her finger on why she felt the way. Typically, Jack knew how to hit all her hot spots and his six-pack abs were enough to get anyone in the mood. Sam let out a frustrated sigh that probably came off as an aroused moan to Jack. 'What is going on with me?' Sam thought to herself. She chalked it up to her feeling tired, put her body in robotic mode, and carried out their lovemaking. Then she slipped into a warm shower to wash away her day. Hours later, the harsh buzz of the morning alarm woke Sam from sleep. She groggily lifted her head and looked over at the time. 7:20 am. She hit the snooze button; she needed a few more minutes. She re-adjusted her body and found a new cool spot in her white crisp sheets and she immediately nestled herself in. Jack had already left for his early morning meeting. Sam was completely by herself and she was happy to be so and fell quickly back to sleep. After a brief period of time, Sam became aware of her naked body as she danced between being awake and being lost in a dreamscape. Her body was soft to the touch and she liked the way she felt under her own hands. She ran a few fingers slowly down the center of her stomach, feeling her toned muscles. A warm feeling made its way through her as the middle finger on her right hand circled her swollen center. The sensation caused Sam to release a guttural moan of pure delight. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that she wasn't alone. Sam slowly opened her eyes to see Eve, the beautiful bartender she had met the night before. Eve stood over her bedside, gave Sam a sensual smile, and slowly pulled back the only sheet covering Sam's naked body. Eve raised her finger to her own mouth to signal Sam to be quiet. Sam was startled and didn't know what was happening but the overwhelming anticipation of what was to come kept her in that sensual morning moment. 'How did this gorgeous creature I met mere hours before get into my place? Had Jack let her in to come and find me?' Sam wondered. Sam's eyes were still closed. She was slowly rocking her head from side to side on the pillow still in utter disbelief to how incredible she felt. She licked her dry lips, attempting to have a voice. With eyes still shut and her trembling legs still spread, she seductively found the courage and said aloud, "Come here, I need to taste you." What Sam heard in reply completely shocked her. She bolted upright in bed and grabbed the bed sheet to cover her breasts. 'How could this be? What the hell was happening?' Standing there before her at the foot of the bed was Jack. He was looking down at his girlfriend with a grin on his face, and considering her notable distance from him the night before, he was shocked at this sexual greeting that he had just received. "What's gotten into you?" Jack questioned. The look of shock and disappointment that met him in return was less than what he was hoping for but Sam couldn't mask how she felt and it was written on her face. She fell back to her pillow in frustration after mumbling something dismissive to Jack, as only couples know how to do to take a potentially charged moment and quickly make it go away. Jack found the file he had mistakenly left behind earlier and walked out with a quick, "Catch you later, bad girl." He was gone. Again. Back in the shower, hot water pelted her body and Sam delighted in the feel of heat against her skin. She could not shake her mind clear of Eve. Eve was working the bar last night and Sam was instantly drawn in by her. Not only was she breathtakingly gorgeous, she was so easy to talk to. That is, once Sam found her courage to speak. With a happy sigh, she recalled the fun banter they exchanged at the bar. * * * "I'm Eve." When Sam remained unusually shy and quiet, Eve encouraged, "Okay, I think now is the part where you tell me your name." "Oh you think so?" Sam teased back, once she found her voice. Eve leaned into the bar with her smoldering brown orbs gazing directly into Sam's blue eyes. "If you're going to keep coming here, then you should probably tell me your name." At that point, Sam was so engrossed in Eve that she couldn't recall her own name! No words were spoken as the intense stare continued. Sam swore she felt a chill shoot up her spine and her body prickled with a giddiness she had not felt in a long time. Eve finally broke the silence. "Ah, come on. I don't bite." The bartender moved away and finished with a playful, "Unless you want me to." * * * Sam's mind returned to the present and she smiled as the steam from her hot shower engulfed her. She couldn't wrap her brain around how she could have experienced such an unbelievably powerful dream.... a dream that left her more aroused, more wet and more hungry than she could remember feeling in years, if ever. Sam ran her soapy soft sponge over her breasts, down her flat stomach and between her legs. She still felt tingly and was amazed as never before had she had such a dream – a dream that she so wished had been reality. Before she knew it, Sam was dressed for work and in her car on her way to the office. There was a marked difference in her this morning. The warm leather seat seemed to cradle her more sensually; the rear view mirror gave back a more flirtatious countenance. She felt more alive, more on fire, more determined to live fully. Sam's introduction to Eve, the stunning bartender had completely turned something on in her mind and body and all of life's other issues paled in their utter boring normalcy. Daydreams I was bored. It was getting near the end of the year and it was a beautiful day outside. A day for going out with friends and having fun. And where was I? Stuck in a boring class in a boring school listening to a boring teacher drone on about the most boring subject on earth. It wasn't even as though we'd have exams on this stuff. They teach it, and I use the word teach advisably, because they have to. My eyes wandered around the room and happen to alight on Charlie. Now he was a more interesting subject. Eighteen, same age as me, tall and handsome and incredibly popular. He was a star on the football team, all muscles and grace. He also had a girlfriend but I ignored her for right now. I wondered what it would be like to have him make love to me. I could see it now. Him slowing undoing my blouse and removing it. My bra coming off and Charlie is touching my breasts, kissing them. I feel my nipples stiffening. Then he moves on. I'm wearing yoga pants, not a stupid school uniform. He rolls them down, leaving me standing there in bikini panties. He stands back, admiring me. Still watching me he slowly strips. I'm holding my breath but gasp as his jocks drop away, revealing a huge erection. He's got that because of me. Now he's lowering my panties and holding me against him. I can feel his cock pressing against me while my breasts are crushed against his chest. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, lowering me onto it. Nestling beside me he is touching me, stroking my breasts, my pussy, kissing me, tasting me. Then he's urging my legs apart. He's going to do it. He's really going to do it. I'm feeling hot down there. Too hot. Change of scene. We're no longer in a bedroom. We're in a classroom, at the back of the classroom. I've got my silly school uniform on. He pushes me forward so I'm leaning over a desk. He lifts up my dress and takes hold of my panties. Down they go. I'm breathing hard. Everyone in the class is watching us. No. Strike that. It's as though we're invisible. No one in the class sees us. I hear his zip come down. His hand is between my legs rubbing me. I can feel his erection pressed against my bottom. My god, he's going to take me in the classroom. What if someone turns around and looks at us. Smack. There's a loud bang in front of me and I jump, focusing on the here and now. Mr Janders had just slapped his hand down hard on my desk. "Do I have your attention now?" he snarls at me. "Ah, yessir, sorry, sir," I gasped. "I, um, I was thinking about an assignment I have to hand in tomorrow." "Then why don't you stay back and tell me all about this assignment after class has finished," suggested Mr Janders, and I swore horribly. (But silently. I was irritated, not insane.) All right, I'll pay attention, even if it is the most boring subject on earth. I did, too, pointedly not looking towards Charlie. Now I found my eyes on Bruno. I have no idea how he got that nickname. Wait, yes I do. Someone told me that he's so hairy that when he strips he looks like a bear. He's as big as one, too. He's also on the team but I'm not sure what he does. Probably just stands in the middle of the field and scares whoever they're playing against. I couldn't imagine him making love to me. There again, I could imagine him as a rapist. I'm walking home through the park. It's late evening and it's getting dark. Then Bruno is standing in front of me. His hand grabs my arm and he starts dragging me behind the bushes. "Don't even think of screaming," he tells me and his voice is deep and growling. Once behind the bushes he forces me to the ground. His hands are at my jeans, pulling open the catch and zip, peeling them off me. I'm horrified at the ease with which he takes them off. It takes me forever, they're so tight. He takes hold of my panties, small lacy panties, and just pulls them in either direction, ripping them in half. My t-shirt and bra come off with one savage jerk and I'm lying there, naked and helpless. He doesn't bother to undress, just unzipping and taking out a humungous cock. I blink. Partly at the size of it and partly because there's fur on it. The man is truly an animal. He's smiling as a hand rubs over my breasts, making me terribly aware of them. I'm even more aware of my pussy, lying exposed to his eyes. I knew the use he was going to make of me. I'm trembling and want to scream but don't dare. He moves closer, his cock touching me. And that's enough of that. I take a big breath and focus on Mr Janders, giving him a big smile when I see he's looking daggers at me. He'd thought he'd caught me day-dreaming again. I managed to get through the rest of the class without getting into trouble and when the final bell rung I was so relieved. All I had to do now was listen to one of Mr Janders's lectures and I'd be free. I just hope he didn't yap on for too long. "Wait for me in my office," he snapped at me as I walked up to him, indicating the little office he had attached to this classroom. Then he turned his attention to the sycophants who pretended that they understood and enjoyed his lectures. I waited, irritated and fretting, wanting to be out of there. Finally, finally, Mr Janders strolled in as though we had all the time in the world. He might not have a life outside of school, but I did. "Valerie," he said nodding to me and sitting down. "I believe I've spoken to you before about daydreaming instead of paying attention." I nodded and tuned out. It was going to be the same old, same old. As long as I nodded and made agreeing noises every so often I could ignore him and let the whole lecture wash over me. I put an attentive look on my face and wondered what he'd be like as a lover. OK, he was probably twice my age but that meant experience, didn't it? Now that I thought about it he wasn't a bad looking man, quite handsome really. He had all his hair and a pleasant face, looked as though he was quite fit and, now that I thought about it, he was a very big man. He was probably as big as Bruno. I'd just never noticed before because he was a boring teacher and someone you ignored. Now that I was thinking about it I wondered if he'd be all hairy the way Bruno was reputed to be. Probably not, I decided. Bruno always looked as though he needed a shave even if he'd just had a shave. You could see the fur line on Bruno's neck where the shaving stopped. Would Mr Janders be rough or romantic, I wondered. Probably neither, but smooth. How would he go about seducing me? He'd sit next to me while he was lecturing me, I decided. He wouldn't lecture so much as chat to me, eventually putting a hand on my knee. I could imagine him stroking my leg, his hand sliding slowly up until it was brushing against my panties. He'd start rubbing me through my panties. How would he get my panties off? He wouldn't. I could see it now, a hand slipping under the crotch of my panties, stroking me. I'm breathing hard, wanting to tell him to stop, wanting him to continue. His finger hooks the crotch of my panties, drawing them away from me and to the side. He releases them but they're now to the side of my pussy leaving me completely exposed. His hand is now on my pussy, rubbing it. I suddenly realised that Mr Janders had stopped talking and was looking at me expectantly. I nodded, doing my yessir, yessir, three bags full bit. "So you agree that that's a fair and reasonable suggestion?" he asked, apparently wanting to make sure. "Yes, sir," I said quickly. Who cares what his suggestion was. All I had to do was stall anything he suggested for a few more weeks and I was so out of here. Goodbye school, hullo work. I already had a job lined up in my father's company. "Well there's no time like the present," Mr Janders said, getting up and moving around to my side of the desk, indicating that I should stand. "Ah, what, right now?" I asked inanely. "Well, yes. Can you think of a better time and place?" Not having the faintest idea of what I'd agreed to all I could do was shake my head, my brain racing trying to pick up on what he'd been saying. All I could remember was that I thought he'd make a smooth lover. "Right, then," he said. "Let's get to it." With that he sat on the chair I'd just vacated, took my arm, and jerked me across his lap. "What the hell?" I squealed, even as I felt my uniform skirt being hitched up to my waist. "Problem?" he asked. Problem? Was he kidding? Of course there was a problem. "What are you doing?" "I'm going to spank you, Valerie, for consistent rudeness and disrespect, just as you agreed to. You were listening and agreeing weren't you?" No, I fucking wasn't. But I couldn't say that, could I? "Well, yes, but. . ." My voice trailed off. What the hell could I say? "So no problems," he said, and I could hear the smirk on his face. Bastard. Double bastard I thought as I felt my panties going down. "My panties," I squealed. "Well, I did say the spanking would be on your bare bottom, remember," came the happy comment. Oh my god. I was bent over a man's knee with my bottom showing. And that wouldn't be all that was on display. What the hell was I supposed to do? There's a big difference between daydreaming what would happen if a boy saw you naked and having your pussy flashing at someone for real. He wouldn't really spank me, I was telling myself. Teachers just don't do that sort of thing. He was just trying to throw a scare into me, although pulling my panties down was taking it a bit far. I was still telling myself when his hand came down hard upon my bottom. I squealed and would have jumped off his lap but the miserable monster was holding me in place with a hand firmly pressed against my back. "Stop squealing," he told me, "or I will have to spank even harder." Harder? He couldn't, could he? Whatever, when the next spank landed I managed to keep my mouth shut. Why take a chance? I couldn't help but give a horrified squeak when the third spank landed. The first one had been on one cheek and the second on the other but the third one landed between my cheeks. I'd never realised what long fingers Mr Janders had until I felt them curve around my bottom and slap against my mound. Did he apologise for touching me there? Did he hell. He just kept on happily spanking away. You try and not make any noise when a great oaf is raining blows upon your bottom, mixing them up with occasional stinging slaps against your pussy. It didn't take long and I was apologising and promising to mend my ways and letting him know I had learned my lesson and he could stop spanking me. Please. It seemed he was really determined that I did indeed learn a lesson and I thought he was never going to stop. I'll swear that my bottom must have been bright red when he finally finished. Come to think of it, my pussy was probably the same colour. It certainly felt flushed and swollen. I have never been so relieved as when he suddenly swung me onto my feet. "OK," he said in an odd sounding voice. "I think that should do it. Sit down." Sit down? Where? He was on the visitor's chair. I looked down at him and felt very queasy all of a sudden. He was sitting there smiling with his cock out and it was standing up. Very much standing up. Again I was finding a big difference between wondering about the damn things and seeing one standing tall right in front of me. Standing too damn tall for my peace of mind. "Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered. He calmly reached over and slid his arms around me, cupping my bottom and drawing me nearer. "Finish taking your panties off and sit down." That seemed clear enough. He expected me to sit on that thing. I wouldn't do it. This wasn't a daydream. I'd never, ever, imagined myself sitting on a teacher's lap. I was truly appalled at the idea. I was even more appalled to find I'd shaken one foot loose from my panties and was standing closer to him, straddling his legs, even. I was muttering, "No, no, no. I'm not going to do this," while at the same time I found myself easing down onto him. I almost screamed when I felt that first touch of his cock brushing against my lips. It was slowly dawning on me that my pussy was pursed and ready for action. I could feel the heat and moisture in me and I just knew it had been caused by that damned spanking. He'd done it deliberately. I was looking at him and he was just smiling in a gentle fashion, subtly encouraging me. His hands were on my hips, adjusting my position slightly. Then his cock was pushing past my lips and into me. Um, since he was sitting down and not moving I guess I should say I was pushing down onto his cock and taking it into me, not the other way around. Semantics aside, it still meant I now had what felt like a humongous cock starting to come inside me. I wanted to stop, to pull away and stand up. I must have been off balance or something because I couldn't rise. I just kept sinking down onto him. It was a case of me trying to say, but I'm a virgin, and then I wasn't. Oddly enough, although it hurt, I didn't even let out a peep when my virginity departed. I just kept sinking down, feeling this wonderful cock moving along my passage, stretching and filling me. And then I was sitting on his lap, feeling slightly stunned that his cock had slipped so easily into me. Feeling a lot more stunned at how it felt inside me. I'd never felt anything like that before. (Well, of course I hadn't. I had been a virgin. Still, it felt good.) I was wondering what I was supposed to do now. I knew just sticking it in was only the start and I had a rough idea of what to do, but the difference between theory and practice can be huge. Mr Janders had no problems knowing what to do. He was calmly undoing my blouse. "Ah, what are you doing?" I asked inanely. I mean, I could see what he was doing. Like I said, he was undoing my blouse. He didn't say anything, just opening my blouse and pushing it off my shoulders. When he reached behind me I finally caught on. Oh, yes, I thought, as my bra was unclipped. He wants to see my breasts. Partly right. He didn't waste much time looking at them. His hands were all over them, and then he tilted me away from him, leaned down and rubbed his face on them. And that was something to experience. When he tilted me his cock slid inside me and I almost screamed from the shock of it as it rubbed against me and fanned the flames I hadn't known were burning. He seemed to want to suck and nibble on my nipples. Oh god. Nibbled nipples, I thought, and almost giggled. I don't think he would have appreciated that. Then he straightened up and said one word. "Bounce." "How?" I wondered, but did my best. Hands on his shoulders, I tried to bounce. It turned out that the attempt was all that was required. As soon as I tried to bounce he did the same and I found myself bouncing up and down on his lap in fine style. When I say lap I guess I should say cock, as that was what I was bouncing on. I was sliding up and down it like a pole dancer on a busy day and the things it was doing to me. I will admit I'd been a bit reluctant to do this but now that I was doing it I could feel a certain enthusiasm developing. The feelings being raised inside me were addictive, to say the least. I wanted more of them and I found the harder I bounced the better it felt. I was gasping and experimenting, trying to wiggle a bit as I bounced to see if that had any effect on me. I wasn't too sure but from the look on Mr Janders face it certainly had an effect on him. I only got to try it a couple of times. After I did that little wiggle a second time things changed. "Fuck this!" Mr Janders said rather explosively and rose to his feet. Seeing I was perched on his cock I went up with him. Frantic to stop myself falling, my legs went up and closed around his waist, but I needn't have worried. He took a single step towards his desk and then my back was on it and I didn't have to worry about bouncing anymore. He was driving into me and he was going a lot harder and faster than I had managed. He quickly reduced me to a mindless idiot. I was going, "Uh, uh, uh," as his groin pummelled me, driving his cock deep. I was sort of twitching my hips, trying to keep up with him, but I don't think he was worrying about that. He just suddenly seemed desperate to take me. Strange sensations were washing through me and now that the pace had picked up they seemed a lot more intense. And they had an accumulative effect, each thrust seeming to be adding to the overall feeling. I totally lost it, awash in a world of feeling that kept getting more, more, more something. Then I found out what a deep, cock-initiated, climax was like, and if I thought I'd lost it before my body was correcting me. The world just seemed to explode inside me and I could feel Mr Janders gushing into me, adding gas to the flame. I left shortly afterwards, his words of warning to pay more attention in class going with me. As far as I was concerned I'd better get the highest possible marks for his boring class or I'd be having a word or two to say to him. Still, on the plus side, I now had a bit of experience on which to build my daydreams. Take Charlie for instance - maybe I could picture him lying down naked while I bounced on him. I'm sure I could come up with some interesting scenarios. Still that was for another time. I went home and changed into something worth wearing and headed off down to the mall to meet up with some friends. "Hey, Valerie," one of my friends called out. "What did old Janders want with you?" He hadn't felt that old, let me tell you. "Oh, same old," I said airily. "If you daydream your life away you'll never get anywhere. Pay attention in class. Yada, yada, yada." "With you nodding and saying, yes sir, yes sir, three bags full?" came the giggled retort. "That's me. I just went along with everything he said." Boy, had I ever. That was the end of the subject and we went window shopping. OK, so we might have actually gone into some shops and tried on a few things, but we were all short of cash so we didn't actually buy anything. Time passed and it was time to go home. I was strolling through the park as it's the shortest way for me to go home. I've done it hundreds of times and didn't think twice about doing it one more time, even though it was getting dark quite rapidly. As you can imagine I got quite a turn when Bruno appeared on the path in front of me. It was as though he'd dropped down from the sky. More prosaically, he'd been crossing the park in a different direction and our paths had crossed at that point. That didn't stop me giving a little scream and feeling a flash of panic. "Valerie," Bruno exclaimed. "What's wrong? You look nervous. Is someone following you?" To my surprise Bruno squared his shoulders and was looking past me with a hostile look, ready to do battle. "No, no. It's all right, Bruno. There's no-one there. You just gave me a shock. You seemed to appear out of nowhere." "Ah, fair enough. What are you doing wandering through the park at this time of the night, anyway. Don't you know a girl needs to be aware of her safety? You can get some unsavoury types handing around the park at times." So who appointed you as my father? I didn't actually say that but it was none of his business if I was walking through the park unescorted. "Oh, you mean unsavoury types like you?" I asked innocently. "Touche," he said with a grin. "Actually I was thinking more of someone like Charlie?" "Charlie? Unsavoury? You have got to be kidding me." "Not really. I like Charlie but he is a bit careless when it comes to understanding the difference between yes and no. In certain situations it had been suggested that he assumes yes and doesn't hear no. In think I'd better walk you home." Daydreams I could understand Charlie assuming yes. It had never occurred to me that he might think all answers were yes, no matter what was actually said. I'd never once had a daydream where Charlie was the bad guy. Just goes to show that a girl can't be too careful. I was a bit irritated when Bruno turned and walked alongside me as I headed homeward. "I'm not a child, you know?" I said with some asperity. "Ah, yes, I do know. That's why I think it wiser that you have an escort." I glared at him and watched the glare just bounce of his thick hide. That brought another question to my mind. "Um, Bruno, if you don't mind a personal question, are you really as furry as the boys claim?" "Probably," he said with a laugh. "I do seem to have excellent hair growth." I couldn't help myself. My eyes flicked down to his groin, wondering. It was just unlucky that we happened to be passing under one of the few lights in the park when I took that glance. Bruno spotted it and burst out laughing. "No, not there," he said. "Look for yourself." I heard a zipper and looked dead ahead. "Too dark now to see anything," I said quickly. "One should always remember the Braille method," he said casually. What did he mean Braille method? That's how blind people read. By touch, I remembered as the son of a bitch took my hand and placed it on his cock. My hand automatically closed upon it and it felt big and hot and smooth and not at all furry. I hastily snatched my hand away, face burning. "Your turn to answer a question," he said. "The boys tend to wonder which girls shave and which ones don't. I've always figured you as clean-shaven. Right or wrong?" "None of your business," I said, flushing. "Now, now," he chided. "I answered your question. You should answer mine." "So OK, I shave. It's not a crime. It's just good hygiene." "Uh-huh. And?" "What do mean, and?" "I showed you mine. You should show me yours." An outrageous suggestion in a most innocent voice. "You have got to be kidding. It's too dark, anyway." "How soon we forget," he murmured. "Braille will do." I stopped dead. "You think I'm going to let you stick your hand down my panties? Think again." "I thought no such thing," he denied. "I'll just lower these until the area is clear." With that he hooked his thumbs into the waist of my yoga pants and started drawing them down. He wouldn't dare, I was telling myself, but I didn't try to stop him or pull away. I just stood there and watched as he did dare, yoga pants and panties being pushed down to just below my crotch. His hand went sliding over my mons, rubbing lightly, and I could feel the fires inside me catching hold. "Smooth, very smooth indeed," he said, continuing to rub. "Alright, you've seen. Hands off now," I said quickly. "I've got as better idea. Hands on now," he said, grabbing my hand and pressing it against his cock. Once again I was holding his cock while he was continuing to rub my mons. He wasn't stopping at the mons, either. His hands were dipping down and around, rubbing along my pudenda, stroking my lips and raising havoc. I took a firm grip of myself and took a step back, breaking contact. "That's quite enough of that," I said, and I have to admit I sounded rather breathless. Bruno was quite unrepentant. There was sufficient light for me to see he was smiling. "You have a bit of a reputation as a daydreamer," he observed. "Have you ever had a dream about having sex with boys you know? I bet you have. Was one of them me, by any chance?" "I have never dreamed about you seducing me," I said primly and truthfully. He'd always features as a rapist, not a talented seducer. "Pity. I'd like to see how I measure up to your dreams," he said, still smirking away. I promptly had a vivid image of him raping me and then asking was it better than the dream. I shook my heads to get rid of that image. I had naturally pulled my clothes back into place and I turned and started walking on my way, Bruno trailing along beside me. "It would be terribly crude of me to just jump you and take you against your will," he said, "so I'll tell you what we'll do. When we get to that next light I'm going to lay you on the grass where I can properly see you and take off your pants. Then I'm going to lift your legs high and wide, bending you right over. Once you're in position I'm going to very slowly drive my cock deep into your pussy and fuck you just as hard as I can." "You just said you wouldn't take me against my will," I pointed out. "True. So if you want me to stop make sure you tell me before my cock is inside you. It will be a bit hard to stop after that point." "Do you seriously think I'm just going to let you lay me on the grass and have sex with me?" "I don't know. That's what makes it interesting. I think there's enough light here to let me see you." With that he guided me off the path and pushed me down onto the grass. I don't mean he pushed me over but sort of guided me down and just like that I was lying on my back on the grass. He straightened up and undid his trousers and pushed them down. He hadn't, I noticed, zipped up since he whipped his cock out for me to touch. I'd been strolling through the park next to a pervert who'd had his cock sticking out. Now that he dropped his trousers his cock seemed to be larger than ever, as though half of it had been hiding. I swallowed nervously, wet my lips and told him no dice, and to let me up. He acted as though I hadn't spoken. Understandable. I hadn't. I tried to say the words. I rehearsed them in my mind. Then I opened my mouth and said, "Uh," which didn't quite get the message across. He leaned over me and I had a very vivid image of his cock swaying beneath him. His hands were at the waist of my yoga pants and they were going down again. Practice makes perfect they say and he must have a fair bit of practice. He whipped them and my panties off in nothing flat, tossing them to one side. With me half naked he took my ankles and lifted them high, bending me almost in half. I'm quite supple and he proved this with the way he folded me over, leaving me looking at my own mound. Talk about embarrassing. Even I could see that my lips were swollen, my inner lips protruding and pursed, begging for attention. I tried to tell myself this wasn't happening but it's hard to believe yourself when you can see a massive cock swaying just next to your pussy. Again I tried to tell him no, but only managed to say, "Oh god." I had the pleasure of watching a cock slide into my pussy, seeing it sink slowly in as well as feeling it. Bruno was also watching and feeling, but from the other side of the cock. He was the dominant one and we both knew it. He took his time but still drove deep into me in one long continuous thrust. He didn't stop once he was fully home. He simply reversed direction and I could see him emerging. Not that that lasted long. Another change of direction and he was driving home again. This time I was automatically pushing up to meet him, and after that things got busy. He bounced away for dear life, driving in time after time, each thrust seeming harder and deeper than the previous one. I probably would have wrapped my legs around his waist but I didn't get a chance. His hands were on my ankles still, holding me in his preferred position, and he came at me relentlessly. I was gasping and grunting and putting a fair effort into matching his thrusts and I was doing quite a good job of it even if I do say so myself. For the second time that day I found myself in a position where a man was dominating me, giving me all he had as fast as he could. This time I knew a bit about what to expect but that didn't stop me getting carried away with the passions that he was raising inside me. I just bounced away, muttering and mumbling and, to my shocked surprise, begging for more. I don't suppose that there was much more the man could have given me. With pants gone and a cock ploughing its full length into me just as fast as it could that's about all you can expect. It didn't stop me asking and it didn't seem to stop Bruno from trying. He bounced away and I'll swear that he was getting faster. He was, I decided. He was getting faster by cheating. He was taking shorter strokes so that he could make more of them. Not that it worried me. I was already heading towards cock nirvana, feeling my climax building with every stroke, even the shorter ones. Then he gave a gasp and I could feel him letting loose with his sperm, a hot splash hitting inside me, and that's when I lost it. I groaned and my climax just swept over me, eclipsing everything but itself. He rolled off me and we both lay there gasping for breath. Finally he turned to look at me and said, "The answer to your question is yes." "What question?" I asked, looking blank. I hadn't asked any question. I didn't have any questions I wanted to ask. "Do I seriously think you're going to let me lay you on the grass and have sex with you?" he said. "The answer is yes." I hit him, of course. What else could I do? He just laughed. And he insisted on escorting me all the way home afterwards. "A girl can't be too careful," he smugly informed me. "Better to have an escort." Daydreams... Once upon a time...he didn't leave her in the hotel alone...he stayed back and slept in her bed, apart but in the same bed... And when she arose to get ready for breakfast...she nudged him to wake him too...so they went down to the hotel lobby to have tea, she and this exotic rasta...and the waitress ask him how he was that morning, and he is so happy...and he enjoys eating with her, watching her lips as she speaks and the way she tilts her head...and she watches him, her dark eyes piercing his hide, this made him somewhat nervous...but it's ok...the nervousness is a different breathe of butterfly wings... She tells him the adventure today is going to the cinema and he thought it was a while since he last went to the movies with anyone...they eat and go back to the room to pack up as she has to sign out in three hours... As they organise to double check the packing, he hugs her and tells her thanks, for they had now met just before midnight, after online chatting for a year... "Oh it's no problem" she answers... "This was the most interesting Christmas I ever had," he replies... She smiles, " Aww I'm glad you liked it ...it was fun for me and I thought I'd just be watching porn and play with some fuck toy." He laughs..."Chick you crack me up at times." "No I'm just painfully honest," she tells him... He hugs her again and kisses her cheek, holds her face kisses her forehead and then he can't help it he tastes her lips lightly first, but it's like a magnet, pulling them into each other...and they can't stop...devouring each other, he pulls her close and she feels him hard for her...she sucks his tongue and he throws her to the bed...they can't stop, they can't get their hands off each other...like some new drug that Meth and LSD or DMT or all others never knew the likes of...his arms encircle her back she is his and he knows this...and she wants him his whole generation in her womb...and they feel and find each other's natural skin...peeling off clothing and forgetting the reality... They still can't stop kissing, they just can't...until he travels down and sucks her nipples as her legs encircles the back of his waist tied in a knot, her thighs massaging the sides of his waist he could feel her wine like body fluids running down to the tip of his erection, and in nakedness they blaze the room afire...he pierces into her as her eyes would pierce into his, plunging himself into her to hear her moan, tasting her lips, he drags his hands down to her waist, and his tongue down to the well he always wanted to throw wishes in, and drinks like a hungry vampire as she screams in passion, grabbing onto his dreadlocks her heels digging into his back her thighs pulsing around his neck and he feeds... Then enters her with a force of great will and need, and she draws him more into her, moving in his rhythm, feeling as his skin unfolds deep within her, he sucks the saliva from her dribbling mouth and she sucks the air out of his, then scrambles him over to his back, and in the blink of an eye, starts to suck his cock now red with hardened veins as she dances her cunt onto his mouth, so he moans and drinks, as she now sucks in delicate precision like fine chocolates his testicles...and as he gets even harder, she feeds his fire as she jumps upon him and rides his rod, he now makes her passion grow holding on to her waist, moving it back and forth, and she screams In desire digging her long nails into his back, using her heels she pulls him deeper into her soul ...swinging her head backward, with arched back and her hands holding to her heels as in some yoga pose, he sucks at those hardened nipples and firm breast...and then they feel that heat and moisture gushing as one stream together and at the same time... ...And that's how it started every week three times at least or much more, he wanted her and had to have her, and she felt complete when he held on to her tight burning with her in desire ...then everyday...spontaneous at random moments... Their appetite was growing...she begged him in these fits of ecstasy to beat her like a drum, she loved riding him and after all he was a drummer, a natural musician... "Beat me! Beat me, you fucking asshole...beat me...fuck me harder!' she would scream as if possessed by his presence in her, as they danced together in synchronized rhythm...they hypnotized each other...and they never ever made it to the cinema. Daydreams Vicki had worked late again that evening. It seemed to her that she spent more time at work than anywhere else. Truth is, she probably did. She like the organization of the piles of completed paperwork, the satisfaction of filing and writing reports. These were safe things. Tonight however her mind wandered to the unsafe, the passion that lay inside her hidden by a quiet, professional exterior. She had been with him in her imagination and in her dreams hundreds of times. It would wonderful if she could relax in his arms now. She could rest against him and forget the world for a little while. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, propping up her feet on a pulled out desk drawer. She had already removed her sandals leaving her legs bare. She opened up the left desk drawer and retrieved her skin lotion. Opening the bottle she squeezed a small bit of lotion into the palm of her hand. She began at her ankle and smoothed the lotion onto her legs. In her mind he was gently running his hands over her legs. Stroking the calves, teasing each thigh until she felt her heat beginning. She put the cap back on the lotion and replaced the bottle in her desk drawer. She leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes for awhile. The spirit of her imagination and desire took her mind on a side trip. No more was she thinking about reports and paperwork but rather how his hands and lips would feel as they touched her neck, shoulder and face. She could smell the man scent of his body as it pressed close to hers. They shared deep long kisses that sought out the others soul. Her dream world continued as she thought about his hands removing her blouse and bra. His mouth and tongue tracing a line around her breasts, while his hand cupped her breasts, and his fingers rolled her nipples to a hard pink peek. He slid his hand up her skirt and found her warm moist center. When he touched her there he found that she was more than ready for him. He pulled off her panties as he unzipped his pants, freeing himself to be with her. Her thoughts had him standing in front of her while she sat on a table with her back against the wall. His hands behind her hips he pulled her body to the edge of the table and she wrapped her legs around his waist. In a swift motion he moved his hips forward entering her. They moved together in the timeless dance of longing. She could feel that her orgasm wasn't far away and told him so. He pumped himself into her time and again until they both found the release they so needed. He held her for a minute, saying nothing as their bodies had already spoken volumes to each other. The custodian opened the door as Vicki released her daydream and came back to the real world. "Aren't you ever going home tonight?" the custodian asked. Vicki answered with a smile, "I think I was just there." Daydreams The rain pounds against the roof, as it has for two days, nonstop. Damp cold seeping through the house to settle like a dark blanket over my mood. Curled in the window seat, I snuggle deeper into your sweater. The mug cradled in my hands lends its fragrant steam to the moment. Jasmine tea and the warm scent of your skin surrounds me as I watch the rain drops gather together and stream down the windowpane. Closing my eyes I can almost feel the rise and fall of your chest against my back, the familiar comfort of being held in your arms. Slowly the gray scene outside fades and my lips curve into a soft smile as I slip into a daydream of you. I can smell the tang of the ocean and feel the wind caress my face. The water is lovely and cool after the heat of the day, calm with soft crests that lap upon the shore, creeping closer and closer to our bare toes. Its the quiet time of evening, the rising moon cuts a silver path across the dark velvet surface of the water. I can feel your breath against my ear as you pull me close against your chest, arms encircling me to ward off the light chill in the air. The soft pounding of your heart against my back keeping time with the rhythm of the water as it beats against the sand. I feel my body react to your nearness, my pulse throbbing to the tips of my breasts as your arms brush against them causing my nipples to grow taut beneath the soft, white cotton t-shirt. You cross your arms around me, and I feel your thumbs brush the underside of my breasts on either side of my body. Working slowly toward the tips to tease my aching nipples with slow circles. Laying my head back against your shoulder I smile trying to concentrate on the water, but its no use. The slightest touch of your hands causes my blood to race beneath my skin, heat licking up over my chest to settle in the base of my spine. I can hear your soft laughter against my ear as you murmur your affection for the way my body responds for you, and I feel the burn of a soft blush settle in my cheeks. You lean back taking my weight against your chest, one hand moving down between my breasts and over the flat of my stomach to slide your fingers beneath the waistband of my jeans. The other snakes beneath my shirt to cup the weight of my breast against your palm, fingers toying with my nipple till the soft gasp you love so much escapes my lips. Your mouth moves against my ear as you tell me what you're going to do. Every desire of your body, every move of your hand between my legs as it brushes the soft thatch of hair, teasing down over my mound. My breaths grow uneven as I reach down and draw the buttons of my jeans open to encourage the freedom of your hand against sensitive flesh. Knees trembling, I spread my legs and surrender to your caresses. The wind picks up teasing golden strands of hair across my heated face as your fingers move against the slick, swollen folds of my sex, easing past to move inside. My muscles clench tightly around them as your thumb plays wicked havoc against my clit. Writhing back against your chest I moan softly, lower lip caught between my teeth. My hips rock forward against your hand, burying your fingers deeper within. Your mouth is warm against my neck, teeth grazing my skin as your other hand kneads my breast, drawing against my nipple as your roll it between thumb and forefinger. Caught fast in your embrace all I can do is move my hands down along your arms to join yours in their exploration. Unable to pleasure you in return I am at your whim, lost to the sensations provided by your probing fingers and talented mouth that makes its way along the back of my neck beneath my hair, sending chills coursing over the surface of my skin. Your voice is barely heard over the din of the oceans swelling crests, words of encouragement as I feel the pleasure building, burning in my belly. Coiled in the small of my back. My body arches against the exquisite need that threatens to burst within my chest, hips writhing to meet thrust of your fingers as you grind the heel of your hand against my throbbing clit. Each movement orchestrated to propel me toward the edge of the abyss. Your mouth finds my ear and I hear your voice speak my name. The tone is demanding as you tell me to come for you. Shaking I tense up, trying to resist the desire, the fall too far, the edge too close. My lungs burn with the need to cry out, head tossing against your shoulder as I draw ragged breaths. You speak more firmly and I have no choice but to obey. Lost as the dam bursts and I'm swept away by the flood of pleasure that racks my body, leaving me exhausted, convulsing tightly around your fingers. I feel the warmth of my orgasm cupped against my mound, cradled in your palm. The peel of the phone shatters the delicate walls of my dream. They fall away like glass as my eyes open to the same gray morning and streaks of summer rain against my window. Lifting my fingers I suckle my own essence from them as I turn to pursue the bothersome reality that intrudes upon my thoughts of you...though I cannot help but smile, as the warmth of your hands seems to linger on my skin. Daydreams about Night Things Sandy was exhausted after a very trying week at work. It was Saturday morning and she vowed that she would do nothing but relax with a good book for the whole day. It was cloudy and rainy, and a perfect day to do just that. Sandy was also feeling hard done by because her husband Dean had been called in to work to complete a project that was due for presentation on Monday morning. Sandy had hoped for some intimate time with Dean, and she had been looking forward to it all week long. Now she had to accept that it just was not going to be in the cards for today. As she pondered her sorry state, the telephone rang. Sandy answered the phone and it was Dean. Her mood perked up immediately as she thought he was calling to tell her he would be home early. It was quite the opposite. Dean told her that he would not likely be home before 11:00 p.m. and that Sandy should not make dinner with him in mind. Dean added that he needed a favour as well. He said his boss's best friend was in town, and since Dean and his boss were working, the boss had asked if Sandy could entertain him for the day. He also asked if they could be kind and put him up for the night. Sandy was furious, but she knew she couldn't say no. This was after all Dean's boss requesting it. Later that morning the telephone rang and a man introduced himself to Sandy as Holt. He said he was told to call by his friend Marty (Dean's boss). Marty had told him he would not be home over the weekend, and to call Sandy's number regarding a place to stay so he would not be alone, and he would have something to do. He told Sandy that he was very appreciative that she had offered to spend some time with him, as he knew no one in town. He said that he would understand if Sandy changed her mind, as he had talked to Dean who had told him Sandy had had a rough week at work and was tired. He offered however that if she were game, he would organize a fun day for both of them. He asked Sandy if she had ever been to an erotic art exhibition as there was a renowned collection at the local art museum on display. At first Sandy was shocked, but Holt assured her that this was not demeaning pornography, but rather erotic art. Sandy agreed to go and arranged to meet Holt at the gallery that afternoon. The art show was all that Holt said it would be-and Holt was a charming well-heeled man, good looking, who immediately put Sandy at ease with his comfortable demeanor. Sandy was able to relax and to enjoy the displays, which consisted of paintings, short films, statuary and drawings of the full range of sexual activities that one could ever imagine. True to Holt's description however, the images were not gross or obscene, but stimulating, erotic, and thought provoking. After the museum, Sandy and Holt returned to Sandy's home where she busied herself preparing dinner. During supper Holt asked Sandy how she had liked the exhibit, and she told him that she had been pleasantly surprised to find that sexuality could be displayed in such an erotic yet tasteful way. Holt said he had enjoyed it immensely too, and that he was glad he had Sandy for company, as he would have felt uncomfortable attending the show alone. At about ten o'clock that night, Sandy apologized to Holt, saying she had had a very long and stressful week and that she was quite exhausted. She showed Holt to the guestroom and retired to her own bedroom. As she undressed, Sandy noticed that her panties were just soaked and sticky. Talking with Holt she had been vaguely aware if some mild excitement, but seeing how wet her panties were, showed that she was far more aroused than she had thought. Sandy went to bed and tried to read before going to sleep. She couldn't. Her head was filled with visions of the sexual acts she had seen depicted that day, and she couldn't help but notice that going with a relaxed, good looking stranger heightened the eroticism and her now rapidly growing passion. Sandy's pussy began to swell and feel flooded with warmth. It began to flow with her juices, making her squirm with pleasure. She closed her eyes, pulled back the covers on the bed and began fingering herself while allowing her mind's eye to fantasize the acts she had seen at the museum. She was so excited that her fingers made slippery noises as she played with herself. At one point Sandy opened her eyes and she was horrified. She noticed that she had left the bedroom door slightly ajar, and that she was clearly visible reflected in the hallway mirror. In the mirror she also saw Holt mesmerized and staring at her. Sandy was mortified, but she knew that she could not stop masturbating immediately because Holt would catch on that she had seen him watching, and that would have been too embarrassing to face the next day. Although her excitement had abated entirely, Sandy continued to fondle herself for a minute or two, after which she feigned an orgasm. She then turned out the light and pretended to go to sleep. She glanced to the mirror and saw Holt's reflection surreptitiously retiring back to the guestroom. Sandy tried hard to fall asleep but her heart was pounding and she felt humiliated. Oddly though, that humiliation was mixed with extreme arousal now that Holt had returned to his room. Sandy tossed and turned for what seemed to be an eon. At approximately 11:15 p.m., Sandy heard Dean come home. Dean soon came to bed and was surprised that Sandy was not sleeping. Sandy decided that she would tell Dean about what happened in case Holt would tell his boss about what he saw, and that it might somehow get back to Dean. Expecting the worst - that Dean would be furious, Sandy told Dean what had occurred. Dean asked a lot of questions concerning what Sandy was fantasizing about as she masturbated. She told him truthfully about her thoughts of engaging in all the acts she had viewed at the museum, and admitted that she had imagined doing some of them with Holt. She also said that she had been very aroused at the museum by images of women being fondled, orally caressed, and made love to by more than one man. Curiously, Sandy discovered not only was Dean not angry at what she had told him, but that he was now sporting an incredibly stiff erection. Dean told Sandy that he wanted to see what Holt had seen. Sandy closed her eyes and began to stroke, caress and to fondle her pussy for Dean. Dean focused on her with glazed and intensely excited eyes. He watched her for awhile, then fetched a silk scarf which he put over Sandy's eyes. He kissed her full on the lips and told her to imagine Holt and Dean watching her masturbate. Sandy complied, masturbating with more vigor and allowing her fantasies to soar to the point that she was about to orgasm. Dean stopped her hand and told her to wait a little longer because he still had not seen enough. Dean said he was going for a drink of water, partially because he was thirsty, but also to allow Sandy's arousal to abate some, as she was on the brink of orgasm. Sandy languished in the bed while Dean was gone, becoming increasingly aroused again as her thoughts wandered to fantasies of sexual acts, with Dean, and yes, with Holt! As she began stroking herself again, Sandy heard Dean return to the bedroom. She still had the silk scarf around her eyes, but she felt his hands stroke her breasts as she played with her pussy. She felt his hot kisses on her neck. She marveled at how much more reactive she was to these sensations now that the scarf blindfolded her. To her sudden shock, Sandy became aware of another pair of hands stroking her leg, then removing her fingers from her pussy. Her own hand was replaced by a hot pair of lips kissing her labia then gently licking at the shaft of her clitoris. All the while Sandy's breasts were being fondled and her neck was being kissed. Sandy now knew that Holt was in the room, as she was fully aware that two men were making love to her. No one said a word however, and Sandy never was quite sure of who was really doing what. Sandy only knew that she felt she was about to explode with the most powerful orgasm of her life. The slippery tongue licking her clitoris felt so delicious that Sandy couldn't bear holding off any longer. At that moment Sandy felt the mouth pull away, and she felt a hard erect penis slide into her vagina. Her slippery juices literally sucked the penis inside of her as the thrusting built to an intensity that matched her own soaring passion. All the while Sandy felt another hand fondling her breasts while her neck was caressed by soft kisses and hot breath. Skillful fingers were fondling her clitoris as the thrusting in her vagina mounted in intensity. As she neared the brink, Sandy felt a penis pushed into her hand. At the mercy of the intercourse, the fondling and the kissing, Sandy stroked away at the penis in her hand as she moaned and shivered toward the largest and most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Being blindfolded seemed to intensify the experience as she could only use her fantasies to imagine who was doing what to her. Sandy had never been so aroused in her life. Sandy loved the knowledge that she had two men making love to her. She wanted this experience to go on forever. As she hungrily savored the moment, she suddenly felt the warm gush of sperm spewing from the penis in her hand, while it twitched and spasmed. She simultaneously felt the convulsions of the penis in her vagina as it gushed forth hot juices into her already soaked pussy. The room was filled with loud moans, heavy breathing and the sound of sweaty writhing bodies exploding in orgasm. As quickly as things had erupted, there was silence once again. After a few blissful minutes of soft kisses on her neck, mouth and tummy, and her breasts being fondled by unknown hands and lips, the night became still. Sandy felt the covers being drawn over her, and a warm body snuggle in next to her. She heard the light switch click, and she felt the blindfold being removed from her face. In the darkness illuminated only slightly by city lights outside the window, she could now make out Dean gazing at her intensely, and she heard him ask if she was feeling good. Sandy said she had never felt better. Dean said he thought so because she had a smile on her that he had rarely seen in the past. Sandy asked, "what happened?" and Dean replied that she must have had "some hell of a dream". With a kiss and a hug, Sandy fell into a deep sleep, but not before wondering, "could I possibly have been dreaming?" Daydreams and Punishments It was late October, one of her favorite times of the year. She was away at college and the semester had been dragging along. Things were about to pick up though as Halloween fell on a Friday and she had just the right outfit picked out to inspire a fun weekend. As she sat in class, she couldn't help thinking about what she was going to wear out to the fraternity party that evening. She had bought a cute little schoolgirl skirt and white button down shirt that tied in the front. She was planning on letting her slutty side out tonight by leaving the top mostly open and exposing her bra which matched her skirt perfectly. She decided against panties too, knowing she wanted cock tonight; lots and lots of cock. She began to visualize herself being hustled to the upstairs of a random house by three strange fraternity guys, them ripping open her top and bra, exposing her thirty-four c-cup breasts. Her getting a collar placed around her neck and a leash attached, then pulled around their suite, forced to suck on one cock after another. "Pencils down," she heard from the front of the classroom. She looked down to see that she had only put her name on the test, had one hand on top of the paper holding a pencil, and the other between her legs. She couldn't believe that she had zoned out for the entire class time and didn't answer a single question. Damn her and her sexual thoughts she chided herself. As the professor picked up her paper and glanced at it, he gave her a confused look. She just looked down and started to think of what she could do to convince him that she really knew the material and had just spaced out. She waited until the rest of the class filtered out of the lecture hall, then picked up her school bag and walked down to the desk in the front of the room. "Professor Smith," she started. "I'm not sure what just happened, but I totally zoned out during the exam. I really know the material, and would like a chance to prove it to you." "Perhaps if you weren't so busy rubbing your pussy," he replied, "you may have been able to answer the questions on my exam!" "You saw me?" She asked. "Indeed, I did young lady. You deserve to be punished for your audacity," he said. Her dirty mind immediately saw an opening and went for it. "How about I lay across your lap and you spank my ass until you feel I've been punished enough?" she brazenly blurted out. "Or until you've verbally asked me every question on the test?" He looked her over hungrily, then picked up his teaching bag and exam papers. "Come with me to my office, young lady." She followed him through the hallways of the academic building, her already wet pussy beginning to become soaked at the thought of this older man putting her over his lap, pulling up her skirt, and realizing she wasn't wearing any panties. They reached his office and he opened the door and let her go inside first. He closed the door behind him, set down his bag, then the exams, sorting through them to pick hers out of the pile. Then he sat down at his desk and turned his chair towards her. "Alright, young lady," he began, "lay that naughty little ass across my lap and I will explain how this is going to work." She set down her school bag and went over next to him, then proceeded to lay herself across his lap as he instructed. She could feel her nipples growing hard now, joining her rock-hard clit. "I will let you answer as many questions as you can," he explained. "But, the cost will be ten spanks per question. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," she replied. "Good." And with that, she felt him begin to lift her skirt up over her ass, exposing the bare flesh. "No panties, eh? You are more of a naughty girl than I originally thought." "Yes, sir," she said again. She felt the first bare handed spank come down on her naked cheeks and felt the heat begin to radiate across them. He pulled his hand away to wind up for the second one. "You better count them out for me, I may get a bit overzealous," he instructed. "One," she said. At ten, she heard him grab her test and read off the first question. It was one she knew and answered it correctly. She felt proud of herself and knew it wouldn't be long before she got the next set of ten spanks. It didn't take long as he began again and she counted along. She began to feel the pain as he was not being gentle with her round, firm ass. After the tenth one, he asked his next question and she again got it correct. "How many questions are there, sir?" she asked him, not having flipped past the first page of the exam while it had been on her desk. "Fifty," came his answer and she began to have second thoughts about what she had gotten herself into. She started to wrack her brain for solutions when he began the third set of ten spanks. She had trouble focusing on solutions as she counted. When he asked the third question, she drew a complete blank due to thinking of other ideas on how to save her butt from an incredible amount of punishment. "Sir," she started, "I will trade you a blowjob for the next twenty-five questions." "Agreed, but only for questions eleven through thirty," he countered. "You deserve this spanking and I don't believe your ass is quite red enough just yet. Take it or leave it." "I accept your terms," she conceded. She got the fourth and fifth questions correct and had a tear run down her cheek from the pain she was starting to feel from his hand striking her ass so hard. She imagined her ass was turning beet red now and he left his hand on her ass as he asked her the questions now. She got three of the last five questions right and knew her makeup was very smeared from the last fifty spanks she had to endure to get those questions right. So far, she figured, she had a seventy on the exam. She got up off his lap after the tenth question was answered, then immediately dropped to her knees. She reached up and began to undo his belt and pants, unzipping his fly and grabbing a hold of his cotton boxer shorts. He sat back and let her take out his cock, then she went forward and put it in her mouth. She loved to suck cock and had ample experience, figuring this wouldn't take very long. She got to work bobbing her head up and down on his decent sized rod, using her hand to stroke him off as she sucked. As expected, he didn't last long. He grabbed the back of her head when he came, holding her mouth onto his cock, forcing her to swallow his cum. She would have done it willingly as she loved the taste and felt it was a good slut's duty to swallow as much cum as she could. She sat there kneeling in front of him as he held her test and read the agreed upon questions. She did better on these than she did on the first ten and figured she was up around eighty-five percent correct after thirty of the fifty questions were done. "Only twenty questions to go, young lady," he noted. "I expect you'll be wanting to save that pretty little ass again so here's my offer. Sit up on my desk, spread your legs, and masturbate for me." "Yes, sir," she accepted and hopped up on his desk. She shifted back a bit so her whole body was up and then leaned back against the wall, putting her feet up. Then she spread her legs and started to rub her pussy. She was already very wet and very horny, so she didn't think it would take very long for her to climax. Only a few minutes in though, she saw her professor slide his chair forward and add his own hands to the mix. He pressed a finger against her very loose pussy and slid right inside. Then he added a second, and a third. Pretty soon, he was banging her pussy with all four of his fingers as she rubbed her clit hard and fast. She could feel herself getting closer to cumming and was moaning loudly now, enjoying the feeling of him spreading her pussy widely. Then she came, covering his hand with her juices. He slowed his pace down and let her drench his hand before pulling out of her and moving his hand up to her mouth, insisting she lick it clean, which she was all too willing to do. She licked him clean, then lay there with her legs and pussy open to him as he read the final twenty questions off to her. She answered them the best that she could and ended up with an eighty-two percent on the test. She got up off his desk, fixed her skirt and wiped her face off with some tissues he gave her. When he agreed she was presentable, he let her leave. "Next test is in two weeks, young lady," he reminded her. "I look forward to administering that test in the same manner." "Yes, sir," she agreed before walking out his door and making her way back to her dorm room.