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Verona

By: Geoff Chaucer



The weather was miserably hot and sticky in the ancient city of Verona. I was there to attend the opera CARMEN at the city's Roman arena, along with twenty thousand or so other people. 

I am no fan of opera but, as usual, I was under the influence of the woman beside me (my sister) who wanted to see one, so there I was, sweating bullets and being elbowed by people of several nationalities, none of who's cultural up bringing included standing in line. Oddly enough I didn't really mind because of the lady against whose back I was jammed. She was a stranger but not so much as she had been a half hour before, when I had found myself standing behind her in a semi-line, waiting to use a uni-sex toilet in a crowded bar.

I had noticed how lovely she was as we stood in line. She was tall and lithe and I could see the ends of her bobbed strawberry blond hair sticking out from beneath her round school girl type straw hat. The hat emphasized the sweetness of her face; the high cheek bones; the soft pout of her lips; the sensual roundness of her chin. Her eyes were gray-green and so big a man could lose his mind in them. Her skin was silky clear and, despite the sweaty heat, it made me think of rich smooth French vanilla ice cream.

She was wearing a midi-length yellow sleeveless summer dress with little flowers on it. It buttoned up the front from hem to high enough to cover her breasts, but not so high as to keep from giving a tall fellow like me teasing glimpses of her perspiration shiny cleavage. She was not wearing a bra. I could tell both by glimpse and by the pointed shape of her nipples poking up the little flowers on the bodice her dress. The lady was having trouble standing still. Between the her need for what we were both standing in line for, and the heat, she was dancing from foot to foot and flapping the skirt of her dress in a kind of bellows motion to try to bring some air beneath it. She noticed me watching her flap and dance and smiled, a bit embarrassed.

"I'm still like a little girl," she said, with a crisp British accent. "I hate wearing clothes in the summer, and I hate waiting for the rest room."

"Does that mean you usually go naked in the summer?" I asked. I hadn't really meant to say anything so forward, but I was under the spell of the delicious glimpses of her breasts and those eyes.

She lifted an eyebrow at me and I thought I had offended her, but after a moment she smiled and said, "Actually yes. When it is warm enough I shed my clothes. Not in public though."

Her smile turned to a wicked grin.

"Ah," I said. "What a disappointment."

At that point we moved forward a little and she stepped into the tiny ante-room of the toilet, where the sink was, and let the door close between us.

When the current user left the toilet the British lady stepped in, and pulled the door closed. I stepped into the tiny ante-room and let its door close behind me so that I stood almost against the toilet door in relative quiet. 

And then it happened. . . . 

Through the toilet door I heard the hiss of the golden stream rushing out of her, and the splash of it falling into the toilet. It sounded like she was pouring it from a pitcher on the second floor into a rain barrel on the ground, and the sound of it made my heart skip. In my mind I could see her. Rather than sit her naked bottom on a seat that had been occupied by un-numbered thousands, she had simply hiked up her dress and straddled the commode. The picture of her—skirt held bunched above her waist, knees a little bent, legs bowed open, quadriceps slightly strained and so showing their delicious curves through the smooth flesh of her thighs; the strawberry blond delta of pubic curls; the lightly fuzzed lips of her womanhood parted to show the coral color of the inner lips; the pink pearl nubbin of her clitoris; and from the center of that delectable flower the salty/bitter stream spurting forth to break into golden droplets just before it splashed into the water of the toilet.

She squeezed off the stream for a moment, but then let a shorter burst of the mind torturing liquid spew out. It stopped again for the length of a heart beat then resumed for two more tiny, finishing dribbles before the clattery spinning noise of toilet paper sheets being pulled from the roll reached me. That sound set off another picture in my mind -- A wad of tissue held in her long graceful fingers as she carefully daubed the last few drops of that heady liquor from between her legs.

I wondered if she had simply pulled her panties down or stepped out of them completely. No-- She had to have stepped out of them. Just pulling them down she might have accidentally wet them so she must have stepped out of them -- unless she wasn't wearing any. That would fit too. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she said she hated to wear clothes in the summer.

That sound and those mental images had made my manhood stiffen like a steel post. Even my jockey shorts could not restrain it. It made a very noticeable lump in the front of my pants. 

I was thinking that my condition was going to make my own toilet visit difficult when the lady opened the door and stepped out -- right into my arms. Her forehead was just high enough for me to have kissed.

"Oh. Hello again," she said, embarrassed at meeting me at such close quarters. It was then that she felt my rampant member poke her in the tummy. She jumped back, but bumped into the door of the toilet and rebounded into my arms.

"I'm sorry," I said, turning bright glowing red, and trying to step back myself.

"Quite all right," she mumbled, looking anywhere but into my eyes. She ended up staring at my zipper, and that was when she realized that my situation was because I had heard her pee. 

"Oh my God," she said and lifted a slim hand to her mouth.

I was suddenly able to read her mind. She had her own mental images of me, my ear pressed to the door, my fingers pressed to my zipper. "No! It wasn't like you think! I didn't mean to listen. I couldn't help it! I'm sorry."

Now she smiled and laughed a little. "Well, I did have to pee rather badly."

I blinked at her, and then returned her smile. "No doubt about it," I said.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said and slipped around me and out the door, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.

And now I was jammed against her back by the crowd shoving toward the entry way.

A particularly forceful shove from behind me made me reach to check my wallet at the same time I bumped hard against her back.

"I say, steady on," she said and glanced over her shoulder. Our eyes met and her stern expression changed to a charmingly crooked smile. "Oh. You again," she said.

"I didn't know you Brits really did say 'Steady on'. I thought that was just a David Niven movie line."

"Perhaps I should have simply elbowed you and said, 'Watch it buddy!'" Her imitation American accent wasn't bad.

"Who's your friend?" My sister asked.

I had forgotten she was with me. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name," I said to the top of the school girl hat.

"Nor I yours," she said glancing back again.

"Since we are on such intimate terms maybe we should be introduced. I'm Geoff, and this is my sister Darlene."

"How do you do. I would shake hands, but my arms seem to be pinned to my sides. I'm Samantha."

"Are you alone?" Darlene asked.

"Why no, I'm with my friends Geoff and Darlene," she said.

I laughed. "Samantha and I met in the line for the john back in the bar."

"Oh," Darlene said.

"An enlightening experience," Samantha said and turned back to face the front. 

We all lost interest in the small talk about then because the mob surged forward with the opening of the gates. I lost interest, less because of the crush than because I was crushed against Samantha's back. The humid heat of her body transferred from her to me like an indrawn breath and my testes tingled as though touched with a gentle electric shock. My cock began to rise, and there was no way to hide it, what with it jabbing the small of her back like the barrel of a .44. 

I was trying to think of something clever to keep Samantha from screaming rape or masher or something when she half turned her head and smiled a sweet Madonna smile. "Crowds are so difficult aren't they?" she said.

"I'm sorry," I began. "It's just that I can't get rid of a certain mental image, and your perfume is killing me."

"I should have thought I smelled like perspiration," she said.

"If this is the stink of sweat I am glad I didn't meet you when you were all fresh and perfumed. I would have died on the spot."

"Oh. How gallant," she said. "You American's aren't nearly so crass as television would lead one to believe."

That was almost too much for me. When she said "Gallant" my out of control mind ticked over with memory of an erection being called "the Gallant Response."

We were funneled through a door and started up some steps of a tunnel which lead into the arena. The steps were much higher than ordinary steps; almost twice as tall in fact, and that brought the luscious swell of Samantha's hips higher--just high enough for my still turgid member to go from poking the small of her back to poking into the cleft of her bottom; low in that cleft. 

Now I truly expected her to scream. We were, after all, almost locked in the most intimate of connections. Only angle and the material of my Jockey shorts, my light summer trousers, and the thin yellow cloth of her dress kept us from joining. But she did not scream or try to get away; instead she moved her feet a little to the sides, there by opening her thighs and widening the cleft where my cock rested. And, as if that were not more of a dream come true than I could ever have hoped for, she then squeezed that delicious nether cleavage tight upon my intrusion for a moment, then released it. 

I could not help but moan and lift my right hand to cradle the wonderful roundness of her right bottom cheek. My fingers slid into the cleft beside my cock and I felt that firm globe tremble a little as I squeezed it.

"What was that?" Darlene said, pulling at my other hand. "Was that you?"

"I'm squished," was all I could manage to say.

We moved up the steps again. I dropped my grip on Samantha and held back against the crowd a little, trying to get some distance between Samantha and myself, for I just knew this was all going to come crashing down around my ears with screams for police and me being carted away to the local Bastille.

I could already hear the judge saying "The charge is assault with a friendly weapon. . . ." 

The separation indeed took my still stiff member from between those shapely, muscular buttocks, but it brought my nose nearer to them. So near that her perfume (and I don't mean the kind that comes in a bottle) clouded around me. It almost made me moan again. The mixed aromas of salty/bitter perspiration and the warm sea smell of natural feminine lubricant were so strong I could taste it on my tongue. 

And suddenly another irresistible image flickered through my errant mind. An image of Samantha with her skirt held above her waist, her legs apart, knees a little bent so that her quadriceps were flexed and showing through that silken flesh, but this time I knelt between those spread thighs. I held those delicate, strawberry blond fringed outer lips apart with my fingers and ran the point of my tongue between those coral inner lips; from the tight cinnamon brown flower of her anus, up into the opening of her womb then up and over and around the hard pearl nubbin of her clit. The salty sweet taste of her was like costly, dangerous liqueur that could addict and poison a man so that he could not continue to live without tasting it again and again.

"Will you come on?" Darlene said, pulling at my hand.

We're holding up traffic! What is the matter with you any way?"

"The heat, I guess," I mumbled, my voice shaky with the dregs of my image.

Samantha had gained three steps and was almost at the opening into the arena. Afternoon light flooded through that opening, and through the yellow cloth of Samantha's dress, silhouetting her body; the long legs, the round firm bottom. I would have sworn I could see the cleft that divided right from left between her legs, but that may have been a trick of the light and of my fevered mind. 

And then I saw the cop. . . .

He was standing at the side of the opening and Samantha nodded at something he said.

Oh God, here it comes, I thought with the echo of clanging steel doors in my head.

The crowd divided at the door some going right some going left. Samantha, after nodding at the cop went right. Darlene and I stepped up to the arch and sure enough the cop's hand came up to grab my arm as I started to the right.

"Non Signori, alla sinistra per favore. La destra ha troppo gente gia."

My Italian isn't so good so it took me a moment to understand that he wasn't busting me, he was telling me to go to the left because the right was too crowded. 

Relief swept over me for a second, but then regret bubbled up to drown it. Samantha was going the other way! I glanced back over my shoulder to see the back of her lovely yellow dress and pert little schoolgirl hat being swallowed by the pushing pulsing mob, anxious to find a place to sit in the ancient arena. 

Darlene and I fought our way through the crowd and found places to sit. The ancient tiers of stone benches were hard beyond belief and I complained to Darlene about it.

"Well what did you expect dummy," she said. "They've been here more than a thousand years. If they weren't hard they would have worn away a long time ago."

"Yeah, and then my poor abused ass wouldn't be forced to park on them."

"Just shut up will ya? We'll get cushions when the guy comes around. Try to enjoy the show. . . ."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, thinking about the beautiful lost Samantha.

"And if you can't enjoy it at least shut up so that I can. P. . . .lease! Be a good big brother, huh?" she pleaded.

I glanced over at her and saw that she had that damned cute little pouty face on that I couldn't say no too when we were kids and knew I still couldn't. 

"OK, OK. Enjoy your damned Opera."

"Oh thank you!" she said and gave me a quick hug, then turned to dig in the straw bag she had brought with her. "Here, hold this," she said and stuck a pair of opera glasses in my hand.

Opera glasses!

I put them up to my eyes and began scanning the arena for a flash of yellow dress, schoolgirl hat, and strawberry blond hair.

It was going to take a long time to comb through twenty thousand people looking for one person in particular, but what else did I have to do? It was still almost two hours until the beginning of the opera, and I had memory of Samantha to keep my hopes up.

"Can you see anything?" Darlene asked.

"Folks. Lots and lots of folks."

"Let me see."

"In a little bit," I said and didn't stop scanning the area I thought Samantha had gone.

"Hey, they're my opera glasses!"

"Did you bring two pair?"

"No silly. Why would I do that?"

"Well I might like to see the stage too."

"You don't like opera, remember?"

"Oh yeah," I said still scanning.

"So, gimme," she said and tried to get the little binoculars away from me. I wasn't having any of that though since I had just caught a flash of yellow that might have been the flash I was seeking.

"I'll let you have 'em when the show starts. Where is the guy with the cushions? You seen him?"

"You can rent opera glasses too," she said, a little peeved at me."

"Really? So rent some then."

"But I have some. These!" She snatched the glasses out of my hand.

"Hey!"

"Rent yourself some," she said and stuck the glasses against her eyes. "Oh look! There's that English girl that was ahead of us outside!"

"What? Where?" I tried to snatch the glasses back, but Darlene pulled away.

"Get your own," she said. "What is the matter with you anyway?"

"Crazy with the heat," I snapped looking around for a guy to rent binoculars from. There was one a dozen yards down from us and I popped to my feet and started waving and hollering like I was on fire to get his attention.

When I got the glasses (cheap plastic ones not nearly as good as Darlene's) I said, "Where is she Darlene?"

"Who?"

"What do you mean who? Samantha. The English girl."

"Oh. She's over there." She waved vaguely toward the other side of the stadium.

"Gee thanks," I started scanning again and, by plain damn luck my first sweep caught a flash of yellow. I backed up and scanned the same strip more slowly. Sure enough, it wasn't just my fevered imagination. There she was, sitting like a vision amid the mob, and she was looking through rented opera glasses right at me. I knew she was looking at me because when she saw my glasses pointed at her she lowered hers and waved. She was smiling the same wicked smile she had favored me with when she came out of the john.

Opera at the Verona Arena has a tradition that maybe all out door opera performances have, I don't know, but when the orchestra begins its final tune up before the overture everybody gets out candles and lights them up. There are even vendors in the arena who sell candles, some just a little bigger than birthday candles, and some bigger, like dinner table candles. Darlene bought a couple of the little ones and when the orchestra stopped making noise and started making music we lit them up.

I had been looking every few minutes just to make sure that Samantha was still there and hadn't moved, or evaporated. It was getting harder and harder to see though, since dusk was thickening toward night. Now I lifted my plastic binoculars again and saw that Samantha had bought a couple of candles too, but not the little ones. She had both of them blazing away now and I noticed that she had lifted the hem of her dress up and laid it upon her knees. Still very prim, but now from the knees down her legs were exposed. That made my mind tick over like a Swiss watch. She was a couple of rows higher than we were so that my eye level was about at her knees and my fevered imagination went romping across that distance to peek between those shapely knees. . . .

But of course that wasn't going to happen. I gave myself hell for even thinking about it, because the thought was torture, so I shoved the thought out of my mind and tried to concentrate on the music.

The dusk had thickened to true darkness by the time the arena lights faded at the end of the overture. The crowd disappeared in the dark except for the little candles still burning here and there. Most of the little ones like Darlene had bought were burned out, but those bigger ones were still flickering.

Stage lights came up and the attention of almost everyone in the stadium went there. Mine did not. I put my plastic binoculars to my eyes and looked toward Samantha. . . and almost dropped them. Samantha had pulled her dress hem half way up her thighs and parted her knees about a foot. The light from her still burning candles illuminated what would have been a dark tunnel beneath her dress and between her thighs. The light color of her dress and the silky reflective paleness of her flesh made it so that I could see her feminine cleft through its light fuzz of pubic curls.

I lifted my glasses a little and could barely see her face in the left over light of the candles. Beneath her round little hat I could see her opera glasses aimed at me, and beneath them I could see her smiling lips.

I lowered my glasses and willed them to be better than they were. It looked as though the pubic curls along the inside edge of her pussy lips were darker than those more toward the top of her mons. Damp maybe? I thought and cursed those cheap binoculars.

Without even thinking about it I reached out and grabbed Darlene's glasses right away from her eyes.


Verona



"Hey," she protested drawing several dirty looks from people around us.

"Please Darlene. Please. Here take these, but let me use yours. Please. If you love your brother even a little you'll do this for me."

She looked at me with a sort of odd, worried look, but she took the cheap glasses I was holding out toward her and let me have hers.

I clapped her much better glasses to my eyes and turned them to Samantha's lusciously exposed Delta of Venus.

"The show is down that way," Darlene whispered and tugged at my elbow.

"You only think so," I answered and increased my concentration so much that if Darlene said anything else I totally blocked it out.

Samantha looked from side to side to make sure no one was taking notice of what she was doing. Eyes all around her were riveted to the stage. No one except me paid any attention to that most delicious view and, seeing that, she opened her knees a little farther and scooted her bottom forward on her rented cushion. That caused her pelvis to tilt up a little and the outer lips to spread perhaps the width of a finger. Within that cleft it was almost as I had envisioned; the inner lips were clearly visible and they might have been the coral pink my imagination had colored them, but the flickering yellow light of the candle flame made it hard to tell. It didn't matter. They looked delicate and fragile as satin ribbon, folded back slightly from the opening of the womb. If I could run my tongue along them, I thought, they would swell so much they would push out passed the outside lips and make that orchid open up to me so that I could taste the nectar deep inside it.

At the top, just below where those petals of her womanhood came together the nubbin of her clitoris protruded. It was swollen and upright and begging for someone to stroke it and roll it gently back and forth. . .

Again Samantha looked from side to side and, still finding no eyes on her but mine, she brought her delicate, long fingered left hand down and, shielding it with her right forearm, she stroked her index finger from the bottom of her pussy up between the inner lips to her wantonly engorged, achingly beautiful pearl clit. A visible shudder ran through her as she stroked that center of her desire, and I could feel the quivering of her thighs against my hands though we were fifty yards apart. The first breeze of that sweltering day rose and washed down into the arena like a cooling tide. Twenty thousand voices moaned audible sighs of relief. One voice raised a moan of agony. Mine. That blessed, cursed breeze had blown out the candles!

The rest of the evening was agony. Samantha did not light her candles again, nor did she raise her binoculars to look in my direction. I looked toward her almost to the total exclusion of CARMEN. While the stage was alight I could only see a vague ghost of her yellow dress through the darkness. During the inter-act breaks I drank her in like she was cold water to my parched throat, but she never looked at me.

When the show was over Darlene and I crushed and elbowed our way down and out of the arena. I tried to find Samantha in the mob, but it was impossible. She was gone forever, and that broke my heart.

Later, when I tried to sleep I found it impossible so I went out to roam the streets. In the wee hours of the morning I consoled myself with the thought that, though Samantha was gone, I would always have the memory of Verona.



Veronica



"Who's there?" said Veronica, peering into the woods from the sandbar.

I ducked behind a bush.

"I know you're there, Sam!" she said. "Stop spying on me or I'll tell Mom!" 

It was a ridiculous thing for her to say. I was 18 years old and my mother had long since refrained from intervening in our disputes. But Veronica was 4 years older than me and still thought of me as her bratty little brother. In some ways I still fit the part.

"I wasn't spying," I lied, emerging from the bush.

"I can't believe you followed me here," she said. She regarded me with suspicion, but did not seem angry.

"I found this place years ago," I said truthfully. I'd discovered the pristine swimming hole when I was 13.

I thought I detected a mischievous smile on her face.

"I know," she said, "I've followed you here a few times…"

I started at this, though it merely confirmed my suspicions. I had had a distinct feeling of being watched during my last few visits to this spot. Still, when Veronica announced that morning at breakfast that she was going for a hike, I dismissed the notion that my secret swimming hole was to be her destination. I decided to follow her anyway. 

When her trail led here, I rationalized that it was possible she had discovered it by herself. But her confession erased all doubt. I pondered the ramifications.

How many times had I come here in search of privacy? How many times had I gone skinny-dipping? How many times had I laid naked in the hot sand at the water's edge? How many times had I--

"You seem surprised," she said at last after waiting for the news to sink in.

"Wuh--I mean, no…"

She laid her blanket out on the white sand and sat down, then began removing her shoes.

I sat on a rock at the head of the sandbar and stared at the waterfall as it emptied into the deep swimming hole, feeling a mixture of disappointment and dread. Disappointment that I had missed an opportunity to see her naked--the one consolation to the breech of my private haven--and dread at wondering just what she had seen when she followed me here. 

"Well, are you going swimming or what?" she said.

I turned to see her unbuttoning her cut-off jeans. She pulled them down to reveal the bottom of her yellow one-piece bathing suit.

I didn't answer. Instead, I grabbed a fistful of small pebbles and began pecking them into the water.

"Aww--don't start sulking on me, little brother!" she said in a patronizing tone I'd come to hate. She still talked to me like I was a child. Couldn't she see that I was a man now?

At 6'1", I was at least 3 inches taller than her, with a muscular, athletic build and not an ounce of fat. I had a mop of sandy-blond hair I was constantly brushing out of my face, and bright-green eyes that all the girls at my high school ogled at. But by all appearances, Veronica still saw me as her annoying little brother.

I stood up abruptly and removed my sneakers and tee-shirt. I tossed them in the sand and made my way up the steep rock face beside the waterfall.

"Where are you going?" Veronica called after me. I ignored her and continued my climb until I reached a perch about 20 feet up that extended over the swimming hole. I stood at the edge and looked down at her.

"You're not going to jump, are you?" she yelled over the roar of the waterfall. "Sam! That doesn't look very safe! I really don't think you should--SAM!!" 

I dove off the edge in a swan dive, tucking my head at the last moment as my body sliced into the seemingly bottomless pool. The cold water felt exhilarating. 

I decided to have a little fun with Veronica. Rather than coming up right away, I swam upstream a little and surfaced behind a rock on the opposite side. Veronica was calling my name.

"Sam! Sam! This isn't funny!" she yelled in a voice of genuine concern that immediately made me feel guilty. I swam out from behind the rock, smiling sheepishly at her.

Her expression changed from worry to relief, but she wasn't about to indulge my recklessness by seeming impressed. She sat back down on her blanket and removed a tube of sunscreen from her bag, then removed her tee-shirt and began applying it to her arms and legs.

I swam over to the sandbar and stepped out of the water. Standing at the foot of Veronica's blanket, I leaned my head over her and sprinkled her with a few drops of water that ran off my drenched body.

"Don't even think about it," she warned, expecting me to shake the water out of my hair and shower her. This had been my intention, but I obeyed her and took a step back. I continued to stand in front of my sister, however, with the pretense of rubbing the water out of my eyes but with the dual purpose of presenting her with a close-up view of my body. 

I was keenly aware of my flimsy white running shorts clinging to me in their drenched state. I rarely wore underwear during the summer and knew that they were now essentially transparent. And though the icy water had its usual shrinking effect, my penis created a significant bulge nonetheless.

When I opened my eyes at last I could see that Veronica was taking notice. She quickly glanced away. 

"How's the water?" she asked.

"Perfect," I answered, "are you going swimming?"

"Maybe later," she said. She put the cap back on the lotion and put it back in her bag, then lay back on her blanket. She placed the back of her hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun and I took this opportunity to examine her body.

Her facial features were strikingly similar to my own and nowadays we were often mistaken for twins. She had long blonde hair and bright green eyes, a cute little button nose and full, sensuous lips.

She was tall and thin with an exceptional athletic body. She was an avid swimmer with the toned arms and shoulders to prove it; long, gorgeous legs and an ass that barely yielded to the tight elastic hem of her bathing suit; perfectly round, medium-sized breasts whose nipples, perhaps responding to the cool breeze in the river valley, had become erect.

This was the body that had kindled my awareness of the female form. When we were kids, bathing suits were unheard when we swam off the dock in front of my family's secluded lakeside summer cabin--my younger brothers and sisters still shunned them. 

I distinctly remember the summer I turned 14. I had entered puberty a good year before and by then my transformation to manhood was well underway. My voice had begun to change and my boyish fat melted away to reveal the already-impressive musculature of my arms and abdomen. Hair sprouted from my armpits and pubic area. My penis, while not yet as big as it would get, was no longer merely a tiny mark of my gender but the perpetually swollen appendage of a teenager on the cusp of manhood.

However, I had not yet acquired modesty. The first day my brothers and sisters and I ran down to the lake upon our arrival at camp that summer, I shed my clothes along with the rest of them and plunged into the water, naked as the day I was born. Veronica had trailed behind us and I found myself peering back as she descended the stairs to the dock.

Though her transformation into womanhood had taken place a few years before, she had continued to swim in the nude. I had been utterly indifferent before; now I found myself staring at her with eager anticipation. It seemed that at that moment I became aware of a woman's charms. 

My attention was riveted to Veronica's long legs, her perky breasts which jiggled beneath her tee-shirt, and her behind, whose contours were visible through her tight-fitting shorts. When she quickly shed her clothes and stood completely naked for a moment on the edge of the dock, I felt a fire in my loins I had never felt before and despite the cold water of the lake on that day in early June, my cock was fully erect by the time she dove in the water.

That was the last time I saw her naked. She must have noticed my rapt attention and from then on she wore a bathing suit. And given my own propensity for spontaneous erections, I began to wear one too.

I sat down in the sand next to Veronica and dug my feet and hands into the sand as the hot sun began to dry me off.

"Decided to keep your shorts on this time, huh?" said Veronica suddenly.

"Huh?" I replied. I had no idea how much she'd seen, so I decided to call her bluff for as long as possible.

She just smiled coyly and went on sunning herself. Eventually she spoke again.

"Don't feel like you have to wear them on my account," she said.

"What are you talking about, Veronica?" I replied, trying to sound miffed.

"Well, I know you probably expected to have this place all to yourself. I feel bad…"

"Then why don't you just scram," I said, "I found this place first!"

She sat up suddenly, looking slightly hurt.

"That's not very nice, Sam!" she said in a pouty voice.

"Yeah, you're right…" I mumbled, "…I guess you can stay."

"Thanks!" she said.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring blankly across the water. Soon I started feeling hot again and considered taking another dip.

"You hot?" I asked.

"Yeah, I am getting hot. Want to take a swim with me?" she said.

"Sure."

I got up and started walking toward the water.

"I thought you were gonna take your shorts off," she called after me.

"I never said that!" I replied, looking at her with a confused expression.

"It's just that I feel guilty," she said, "I mean, I will admit that I've seen you swimming naked here once or twice before." 

"What?! You spied on me?" I blurted out.

"Please don't be mad at me, Sam! I didn't mean to! It's just that…" She seemed upset and stared down at the ground.

It was hard for me to be really angry at her. After all, I'd been prepared to spy on her that very afternoon.

"Aww, don't worry about it," I said, "It's no big deal. We used to swim naked all the time anyway," I went on, trying to console her.

Her expression brightened.

"Exactly!" she declared. "I kind of miss it, actually. I have to admit I felt kind of jealous seeing you skinny-dipping here. It's such an amazing spot…" she said, gazing up at the waterfall and the towering fir trees at the river's edge.

"Yeah, it's the best!" I said, feeling a sudden kinship with her when I saw her appreciation of my little haven.

"So, what do you say?" she said.

I just grinned at her and whipped off my still-soggy shorts. I tossed them at her, then turned and dove into the water.

I swam upstream toward the waterfall, then turned back to see if Veronica was following me. She was standing at the water's edge with her arms crossed over her chest. She tucked her thumbs under the shoulder straps of her bathing suit and seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then she pulled them off her shoulders and slid the suit over her chest, baring her pale breasts and belly. 

She peeled the suit down to her waist, then bent over and pulled it off her legs. She stepped out of it and tossed it on her blanket, then plunged into the water.

"Woo!" she said, sputtering as she surfaced next to me, "Cold!" 

"Follow me," I said, "I want to show you something."

I led her to a small gap in the rocks near the base of the waterfall. I climbed out of the water up onto the narrow ledge, then turned and took her hand to help her up. I scooted up to a wider ledge about 4 feet up, then turned again to help Veronica up.

"We can walk right under the waterfall!" she cried when she saw where I was leading her.

I let her go first, but she hesitated. The thunderous boom of the waterfall, a testament to its immense energy, roared in the narrow corridor.

"It's okay," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder and leading her in.

When we reached the center of the passage, I indicated a smoothed outcropping of rock for us to sit on. We sat down and stared at the wall of water and were greeted with a spectacular sight.

The afternoon sun shone directly up the river valley and pierced the waterfall with its golden rays. It was as if we were looking at a shower of light.

"Oh my God!" was all Veronica could say.

We stared in awe for a long while until I noticed Veronica shivering. I stood up and took her hand, then led her out. We returned to the sandbar.

"That was amazing," she said, lying down on her blanket. She did not put her bathing suit back on.

During our innocent exploration of the swimming hole I had barely taken notice of her nudity. But kneeling next to her in the hot sun was another matter. Her midsection, normally covered by her one-piece bathing suit, was completely pale, making her somehow seem more naked. Faint blue blood vessels were visible on her breasts, and her stomach was dotted with tiny little freckles. I started getting an erection. 

However, I chose not to conceal it from her. Granted, I had begun to enjoy her company that afternoon, but my resentment at her patronizing attitude toward me lingered. I wanted her to see that I was a man. But I was hardly prepared for her brazen reaction.

"Do you need to…you know…?" she said, gazing down at my 8-inch cock, now fully erect.

"Wuh?" I said, taken aback.

"You know, do you have to…I mean, you can--" 

"Veronica, what the heck are you talking about?!" I said indignantly, sitting down in the sand. 

She sat up and gazed at the river. We were silent for a few minutes, then she spoke again.

"Sam, I have another confession to make. Once or twice, I watched you masturbate down here."

"What?! Veronica! I can't believe you--I mean, why did you--" 

"I'm really sorry, Sam. I shouldn't have watched."

We sat for a long while in silence as I fumed at this disclosure. At the same time, I felt myself oddly turned on by the thought of her watching me.

Meanwhile, it seemed that she had become transfixed by my cock, which stood at full mast.

"It's not really fair…" she began, still staring at my cock.

"What's not really fair?"

"I don't know…I mean, when guys are hor--I mean, when guys get excited, they…you can't really…" She seemed genuinely flustered.

"I don't know what you me--" 

"I was just gonna say, it doesn't seem fair that when you get horny, you can't really hide it. Because with girls--" 

"Veronica, have you lost your mind?! I don't know what you--" 

"Sam, I can see you have an erection. Don't worry, it's perfectly normal!"

I felt like I was being consoled by my guidance counselor.

"Anyway, with women it's easier to hide. I mean, sometimes my--our--nipples get erect…"

She paused as if she expected another interruption, but I was speechless. Her blunt acknowledgement of my erection was shocking. And an immense turn-on.

"…sometimes our nipples get erect," she went on, "but that doesn't necessarily mean we're turned on. It might just mean we're cold or something." 

She paused again and stared down at the sand between us. Then she sat up straight and gazed down at her breasts, clasping one in her hand.

"My nipples are hard," she observed.

"Umm…yeah," I croaked in response.

"But we just went swimming," she said.

"Right…" I answered.

She released her breast and I waited for her to go on with her lesson.

"Anyway, the point is I might be horny right now or I might not be horny--it's hard to tell. There just aren't as many outward signs…" she said in a raspy voice.

I didn't know what to say, but at this point I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. 

"But there are some signs," she went on finally. "When I--when we get turned on, there are definitely some signs. Mainly in our vaginas. When I'm horny, my vagina gets really wet."

She looked up at me again as she said this, as if to see my reaction. I nodded dumbly.

She swiveled around until her body was facing me and extended her long legs over the edge of the blanket so that her feet were near my thigh. She rested her hands on her knees, which were pressed together.

"So if you wanted to know if I was horny, you would probably have to look at my vag--at my pussy…"

She placed her hand on her belly as she said this, then gazed down at the faint wisp of blond hair between her legs, which were still pressed tightly together.

When I followed her gaze, she looked up at me.

"I mean, you couldn't really tell right now," she smiled, "you have to…you would have to…" her voice trailed off. 

She dropped her head again and peered down at her crotch, then extended her arms behind her back and leaned back. She drew her legs up until they were slightly bent at the knee, keeping them pressed together.

"You would have to look between my legs, right at my pussy, and you would have to try to tell if it was wet…"

She drew her legs up further, this time parting them slightly. She looked at me again.

"Can you see my pussy now?" she said in a husky voice.

I gazed at the gap in her legs and nodded. I could just make out the puffy folds of her vagina in the shadowy chasm between her legs. She spread them a little further until a sliver of sun made its way in.

"Does it look wet?" she said. She was now leaning back on her elbows. As I leaned toward her for a closer look, she spread her legs wide open, presenting me with an unobstructed view of her pussy whose puffy pink lips glistened with moisture.

"It does," I croaked.

"I thought so," she said. "Sam?" she went on, "could you check to make sure it's wet?" 

"I--umm, what do you--" 

"I mean, just see if it's wet? Just to make sure I'm horny? Could you touch my pussy?"

I tentatively reached my hand between her legs and stopped just short of her vagina.

"See if it's wet," she whispered, her eyes glued to my hand.

I brought my fingers to her pussy and rubbed them along her slit. It was the first time I had touched a woman's vagina. I gasped in surprise when my fingers quickly broke the surface and plunged inside her hot, wet interior.

"Uuuhhnnnnnn…" she sighed. But she quickly reached down and removed my hand, sitting back up to face me. She was breathing hard and her cheeks were flushed.

"Could you tell if I'm horny?" she said, trying to regain her clinical tone.

"I think so," I said faintly, feeling quite flushed myself.

"I am horny," she said bluntly. 

We were both silent for a while, as if considering the boundaries we had just breeched; wondering perhaps where things would go from there. Veronica spoke at last.

"When I saw you masturbating here, I felt a little jealous," she began. "I mean, there is no privacy at all in our cabin!" 

I chuckled in agreement.

"You're lucky to have this place…" she went on.

"It's not like I own it," I said. 

"Really?" she beamed, "you're not mad at me for coming here?"

"As long as you promise not to tell anyone," I said.

"I promise. Let's shake."

We shook hands. There was a moment of awkward silence, then Veronica spoke up.

"Can I check to see if you're horny?"

I shot her a puzzled expression--my rock-hard cock was still in plain view. But I indulged her by kneeling in front of her until my cock was at her eye level.

"It looks like you're horny," she said, startling me as she clasped my cock in her hand and held it. I froze as she gently stroked it a few times, then released it.

"Sam?" she said.

"Yeah?" I gasped.

"Do you think we should masturbate…?"

"Ummm…" I said.

"It's no big deal, Sam. Just because we're brother and sister shouldn't mean we can't masturbate together," she said, as if trying to convince herself as well as me. "I mean, brothers do it together all the time, right?"

"How should I know?" I said. In fact, I did have a buddy who had once confessed to jacking off with his brother when they were teenagers. It never struck me as the least bit odd.

"C'mon Sam. It's not like we'd be fucking--" she said.

I shot her another surprised glance. She smiled at me wickedly.

"What?" she said. "Don't look so horrified!"




Veronica



This entire encounter with Veronica had taken me completely off guard. Suddenly my sister, who had been my primary object of sexual desire ever since that memorable day I saw her disrobe on the dock, was now splayed out naked in front of me. Moreover, she was giving voice to a taboo subject I thought would forever remain within the realm of fantasy.

"It's just that…I mean, it would be different…" I protested weakly.

"How would it be different?" she asked.

"Well, if you were my brother I wouldn't be attracted to you--we'd just be jacking off together," I said. "But, you're my sister and I think you're really…" My voice trailed off.

"Really what?" she said innocently. But as she said it, she sat up straight again, giving me an unobstructed view of her body. My gaze drifted down to her breasts and the smooth, toned surface of her abdomen. Likewise, her gaze dropped to my cock, which twitched once or twice with a renewed surge of lust.

Almost without thinking, I grasped my cock and began to stroke it, lubricating it with the generous portion of pre-cum that had formed at the tip.

Veronica leaned back again and spread her legs wide open, then plunged the fingers of her right hand into her gaping pussy, rubbing its length up and down. She leaned on her left elbow and fixed her gaze on my cock.

I scooted over until I was kneeling between her legs, then resumed stroking my painfully throbbing cock in earnest. Within 30 seconds I was on the verge of cumming, so I loosened my grip and slowed my stroke--I wanted to wait for my sister.

I didn't have to wait long. Within a minute, Veronica's breathing became labored as she quickened the movements of her fingers on her pussy, focusing her feverish circular motions on the area at the top of her vagina.

"Uunnh…ummmm…oooohh!" she squeaked in a high-pitched voice. "Oh Sam--Sam! I'm gonna cuuu--I'm cumming!"

The sight of my sister writhing in ecstasy before me, thrusting her hips upward and grinding them into her hand, pushed me over the edge. I grasped my cock firmly and stroked it once--twice--and started to cum.

Two or three powerful bursts of semen erupted from my cock, landing on Veronica's chin, breasts and stomach, prompting even more squeals of delight from her as she slid toward me, eager for me to coat her with my cum.

"Yes! Sam! Yesss--cumm on me--ooohh," she gasped.

I jerked my cock until the final waves of sperm oozed over my hand, cock and balls, then collapsed in the sand next to Veronica, lying on my back and staring up through the trees.

We lay for several minutes in silence, catching our breath. I looked over at Veronica and saw her staring blankly at the heavens as I had done; a profoundly satisfied smile was on her lips. She met my gaze and her smile widened further.

"Let's take a dip and clean off," I suggested.

She joined me in a shallow section of the swimming hole downstream from the sandbar. We took our time rinsing off. The sun still shone down brightly, and the cool water felt good on our bodies. 

The sight of my sister bathing herself, splashing the water over her arms, shoulders and breasts, was somehow an enormous turn-on. I felt my cock begin to swell again. Veronica was quick to notice this and I saw her smirk.

"I didn't think guys could get hard again so fast," she said.

I didn't know what to say, so I just went on bathing. Eventually she spoke up again.

"One of these days you'll make a girl very happy with that thing of yours," she said.

I flushed at her assumption that I was a virgin. She was correct of course. But once again she was making me feel like a child.

"What makes you think I haven't already?" I said.

She just raised an eyebrow turned around, heading back to the sandbar. I stayed behind and watched her walk away, feeling a mixture of anger at her attitude, and arousal at the sight of her gorgeous ass.

I spent a few more minutes splashing around in the water. I was going through the motions of bathing but in reality I was sulking. Eventually I followed Veronica back to the sandbar.

When I returned, Veronica was on all fours arranging her beach blanket which had become all bunched up and covered with sand during our masturbation session. Her legs were spread slightly and her ass was pointed directly at me, giving me a perfect view of her vagina from behind. My cock, which was already dangling heavily in front of me, became fully erect at the sight. 

My renewed arousal began to melt away at the resentment I'd felt only minutes before, but I still felt like I had something to prove to Veronica. And experiences of the afternoon had triggered something deep within me that enabled me for the first time in my life to act on the irresistible urge I was feeling now.

I dropped to my knees behind her so that my cock was inches from her ass. Before she could react, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back so that her ass crack was pressed against my cock. I think I had expected her to struggle out of my grasp, but instead she froze.

"Sam, what are you doing?" she said.

I didn't answer but loosened my grip on her hips and ran my hands along the soft skin of her sides and lower back. She arched her back slightly in response.

"Sam?" she repeated.

I grasped her hips again and leaned into her, grinding my cock into her ass. I felt the base of my shaft come into contact with the hot, slippery surface of the bottom of her cunt.

"Sssa--" she breathed. I thought I felt her lean back against me. "Sam, what…are you doing?"

I leaned back a little and placed my hands on her ass cheeks, slowly running them down to the insides of her thighs. I began to tease the area around her vagina with my fingers.

"I'm checking to see if you're still horny," I answered. 

Her body seemed to tremble in response. She leaned back hard against me and ground her ass against my cock. She then swayed forward again and collapsed onto her elbows, arching her back and spreading her legs until her vagina and asshole were fully exposed.

"…because I think you are horny," I went on, now rubbing my fingers along the folds of her vagina. Her pussy lips parted at once and engulfed my fingers until they were buried in the soaking wet depths of her cunt.

"Mmmmnnnn…" she groaned.

"I think I made you horny," I said. I slowly finger-fucked her with my right hand and placed the thumb of my left hand on her puckering asshole.

"Uunnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped.

"Am I right?" I said.

"MMmmmmmmmnnn…yeeeaa--" she breathed.

"Did I make you horny?" I repeated.

"Oooh Sammm…yes…yes, you made me horny," she said.

My cock throbbed at her affirmation.

"And I think you want me to fuck you," I continued.

She groaned and thrust her weight against my cock with increased force.

"Do you want your little brother to fuck you?" I said at last.

"Saah--Sammm," she said, "please fuck me! Ple--" 

She leaned forward again and spread her legs even further until the wet, glistening folds of her vagina were slightly drawn apart.

I withdrew my hand from her pussy and grasped my cock, guiding it to her entrance. I pressed it against her wet lips and rubbed it up and down the length of her cunt until the head of my cock was coated with her juices.

"Uuunnnhhh!" she squealed, jutting her ass further into the air and luring my cock along its forbidden path. I gazed down and observed the head of my cock as it slid slightly beneath the surface of her vagina until it was enfolded in the lips of her pussy.

She gasped once more and leaned forward abruptly.

"Wait!" she said, collapsing on the blanket and rolling around on her back. She rose up on her elbows and peered up at me. Her eyes were on fire. She spread her legs, grasping her knees and pulling them back to present me with her gaping pussy.

"Fuck me," she commanded.

I bent over her and put my arms at her sides, leaning my weight onto her crotch and rubbing the length of my cock along the surface of her pussy. I made a few awkward attempts to enter her, but my inexperience was obvious. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me up, then reached down and grasped my cock.

We both looked down between her legs as she guided my 8-inch cock to the entrance of her pussy. She rubbed the head along her slit as I had just done, then positioned it toward the bottom of her vagina and released it. She gazed up into my eyes and nodded.

I held her eye contact as I gently leaned my weight forward and felt the opening of her tight pussy give way. When my cock had entered her about 3 inches I paused when I heard her gasp.

"Ooooh--go slow," she hissed, "you're a big boy…"

I instinctively withdrew my cock a few inches until only the head remained inside, then slid inside her again, this time meeting less resistance. I slid my entire length inside her and she gasped once again, this time in pleasure.

"Unnnhhh Sam," she breathed, "fuck me!"

I obeyed, withdrawing my cock and penetrating her once again. Now past my fear of the unknown, of hurting my sister, I began to slowly fuck her. The sensation of her hot pussy contracting around my throbbing cock was the most blissful thing I had ever felt in my life.

I gazed back down between her legs and observed the surreal sight of my glistening cock sliding in and out of my sister's wet pussy. I paused at each upstroke to keep from cumming.

"You're not…a little boy anymore…are you, Sam?" she said, peering as well at the sight of me impaling her. Then we met each other's gaze.

"Are you a…a man now Sam? Huh?" she said, thrusting her hips in emphasis. "Did you want to show your big sister…that you're a man? Huh?"

That was all it took.

I did not really know what it meant to cum until that moment. The orgasms I had experienced up till then had been controlled releases--mere sneezes compared to the deluge that overcame me now. It was as if a damn, whose thin membrane had been pummeled with season after season of roaring springtime waters, had suddenly burst. I was not in control.

I felt like I was draining my life into my sister. Her vagina contracted around my erect penis in greedy acceptance as orgasm overtook her. We held eye contact. Then, as if in answer to some unspoken summons, Veronica lifted her head and I lowered mine until our lips met. We pressed our mouths together and parted our lips almost at once. Our tongues met and we entered into a passionate kiss, elevating our union from mere animalistic ritual. 

When at last the fire of my climax began to ebb, I collapsed on top of Veronica. I remained inside her for a long while and she embraced me, gently massaging my back and caressing my head. 

Finally I rose. I kissed her on the cheek and slid off her, then knelt at her side. The sun was now low in the sky. The tops of the lofty balsam firs were still dappled in its golden light but the swimming hole had receded into shadow. A cool breeze blew across the sandbar.

Veronica still lay motionless on the blanket with a contented smile on her face. She wore a glazed expression of utter contentment that made it difficult for me to disturb her peace.

"We should go," I said, retrieving a sweatshirt from her bag and handing it to her.

We gathered our things together and got dressed, then began the 2 mile trek out of the river valley. We did not speak during our walk home, but held hands the entire time. 

Not until we emerged from the trail onto the narrow dirt lane that led to our cabin just around the bend, when we heard the sound of our mother calling our younger brothers and sisters in for dinner, did we finally let go. 



Veronica



The 21 hour flight from Chicago to Sydney was exhausting. All I could think about was checking into my hotel and collapsing into bed. After battling to retrieve my bags and catching a cab from the hoards of fellow travelers that is exactly what I did. 

I awoke many hours later and dragged my jet lagged body into the shower. Feeling revitalized I shaved around my beard starting to feel like myself again. It was already 8:30 pm and the day had past. Just because I was here for a convention didn't mean I couldn't have some fun. I grabbed my black slacks and a matching shirt and tie wanting to look dapper. My wife was on the other side of the globe after all. You never knew what kind of fun could be stirred up.

Down at the restaurant I felt a little silly sitting by myself amongst this crowd of strangers. All around me couples and business groups dined, laughed, and carried on in grand fashion. They all seemed so comfortable draped by the elegance of the luxury hotels setting. I finished my meal and headed to the bar to look for some conversation and stiff libation. Surprisingly the bar was not overly crowded. It was however fairly devoid of available women, but the night was still young. I grabbed an available seat and ordered a familiar favorite, Grey Goose and tonic. The gentleman next to me complimented my choice of beverage in his foreign tongue. I raised my glass in thanks and introduced myself.

"Brock Denker. Pleased to make your acquaintance. And you are?" 

"Max. You can call me Max." He replied jovially. "I can tell you're not from around here. What brings you to mighty Australia Brock?"

"Business and pleasure Max, and hopefully not in that order!" I replied as we shared a laugh, toasted our glasses and kicked our drinks back leaving us with no options but ordering another round. "Another round for me and whatever he wants" I quipped to the bartender. Max and I had a hell of a time doing nothing more than passing time. Max had checked his watch at least 3 times so I asked "Running late?"

"No. My wife should have been here by now. It is our anniversary. We have a room here to celebrate this weekend and she seems to be running behind. Typical woman don't you think?" he claimed as we knowingly chuckled.

"Well, congratulations are in order then!" I shouted. "One more round bartender!"

"You don't have to do that Brock." Max started to protest.

"Non sense! It is the least I can do for your anniversary." I remarked passing him another glass of Scotch on the rocks. He thanked me and we raised our glasses.

"Cheers!" He bellowed, pounding half of it.

That is when I saw her approaching from the other side of the bar. "Jesus wept." I thought to myself as I gazed at her stunning beauty as she glided across the room. Imagine Scarlett Johansen with larger breasts. Her eyes were a clear and vibrant blue. Her hair swept over her shoulders framing her well defined cheeks. "Yugoslavian maybe?" I questioned myself as my gaze drifted down her lithe frame hugged in a black dress ending well over knees. Her legs were toned and tan. She strutted with confidence right up to Max giving him a hug and peck on the lips. Typical woman my ass!

"Sorry I'm late. " She said simply as she pulled up a seat on the other side of her husband.

"No worries." He shot right back. "Let me introduce you to Brock from the states. He has been keeping me occupied while I waited." I stood up to shake her hand which she accepted politely.

"Brock Denker. A pleasure to meet you." I managed trying to hide the lust in my eyes.

"Veronica... likewise Mr. Denker." She replied in a silky fashion.

"Well it was fun Max, nice to meet you Veronica. I will let the two of you have some privacy. Congratulations once again to the two of you." I feigned cheerily.

"Please stay for one more round." Max pleaded. "Right love? We would be pleased if you joined us both for a toast."

"Absolutely." Veronica chimed. 

"Ok. If you insist." was all I could say. I was certainly having fun after all. I insisted on getting the three of us the next round. Max flew through his glass and immediately ordered us shots and another round. We toasted. We laughed exchanging stories. All through the festivities I could not help but steal glances of Veronica. Her amazing figure would surely haunt me the rest of this weekend. Her ass alone, tight and pert beneath her dress, was an object of dreams. 

Before long I had to slow down on the drinks. My head was flying as we carried on. Max however was having the time of his life and steamed onward with what he started. He popped up out of his chair and proclaimed that he would be right back. He took off in the general direction of the restrooms. Suddenly I was alone with this Aussie goddess. 

"I hope I haven't rained on your parade tonight?" I cooed leaning in towards Veronica.

"Not at all! We have all had some much fun and that is the reason we came out in the first place, for a little fun!" She reassuringly answered, and with that we toasted the night laughing. I swear I noticed her eyes drift the full length of my body. Was she just checking me out? With that thought Max came staggering back to us and loudly ordered another round of shots and drinks. Veronica smiled over at me and then told her husband that may not be such a good idea as they had a long night planned out.

"Bah!" Was all he managed as he raised his shot glass in victory. Veronica looked over at me and smiled in forgiving acceptance of the situation. I laughed with her as we raised our own. We all finished our drinks and Veronica stood up.

"Ok Max it's time for us to go. I am getting tired." She said with that same understanding tone her smile spoke. 

"All right love." Max replied. He attempted to stand up but was obviously affected by the evenings celebration. I reached out to steady him. I was quick to realize he may need some assistance getting to their room.

"Let me lend a hand." I told the both of them. 

"Thank you." Veronica chuckled as I swung Max's arm over my shoulder.

"Thanks mate!" Max agreed. 

We made our way to the elevators but Max was doing his best to topple us both. Veronica reached around his hips in an attempt to steady our ship. My waist pressed into her arm and sent electricity flying throughout my body. In the elevator he started to slump a little. Over his hanging head Veronica and I smiled at one another quietly enjoying the joke. When we finally made it to the room Max was barley assisting us anymore. Once inside we took him straight to the bed and laid him down.

"Thank you so much for all of your help. It was a wonderful time but I need to get him comfortable. Thanks again." With that she reached her arms up around my neck and gave me a warm hug that I reciprocated at the small of her back. As we parted I jotted my room number down on the pad on the desk. 

"If you get bored feel free to swing by. The nights still young." I boldly stated.

With out warning her hand cracked across my face. "What kind of a woman do you take me for!" she barked in shock. 

"Feisty." Was all I could manage. "I meant no disrespect." As I backed out the door shortly before it closed in my face.

Back in my room I still had thoughts of Veronica and her perfect body swimming through my head. I filled the hot tub and raided my mini bar for another Vodka tonic. As I soaked myself in the turbulent waters my mind kept returning to her. That ass. Those legs. Her breasts. Those eyes! It wasn't long before I could feel my cock stiffen to her image. My brain replaying the way she smelled as we hugged. The way her breasts pressed into my chest. Those eyes. Typical woman he said? Fuck me!

I couldn't have been in the tub more than a half hour when I heard a knock at my door. I rose from my tub calling out to hold on a minute as I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist. I glanced through the peep hole only to see my goddess standing there. Puzzled I cracked the door.

"Hello Veronica. What do I owe the pleasure?" I spoke apprehensively opening the door more.

"I just stopped by to apologize. I may have over reacted a bit back in my room." She spouted as she walked right into my room still dressed to kill from earlier.

"Don't worry about it. Your reaction fit the situation." I said closing the door behind me. "Have a seat and let me fix you a drink. What'll you have?"

"Anything white would be fine. I can't stay long. I just wanted to apologize and be on my way."

I grabbed what white wine there was from the mini bar and poured her a glass. I seated myself on the edge of the bed so we could chat still in my towel and nothing else. 

"Look Brock, I was just frustrated with the situation and you caught me off guard. It surprised me when you were cheeky. That's all." 

"I told you not to worry. I understand." Smiling as I gave her leg a squeeze. This startled her again. 

Looking right at me she questioned."Are you going to put some clothes on?"

"No." I said causing her to shift in her chair not knowing what to do exactly. I stood up and moved closer brushing the hair from her face I looked deeply at her I conceded. "If it would make you more comfortable, then yes." Veronica let her eyes wander up my body for the second time tonight until her gaze met mine.

"It's fine. No worries." She giggled and I sat back down. We chatted playfully and I noticed it was her who kept sneaking peeks. The tension in the room was building as we worked on our drinks. God she was stunning and witty. We laughed as I became entranced by her piercing blue eyes that seemed filled with so many unanswered questions. She finished her drink staring at my exposed chest and stomach and said she should leave me to my bath. I told her that she didn't have to leave if she did not want to. With a bit of hesitation as she glanced at my chest and stomach, paused, and said she really should go. I got up and walked her to the door. As I reached for the handle I placed my hand on her hip to guide her. I could feel her melt under my firm touch as I started to open the door. With a sigh she reached out and pushed the door closed. Leaning back on it she looked at me with confused lust.

"I don't do this sort of thing." She squeaked never breaking eye contact. I squeezed her hip and pulled her closer.

"I know." I retorted as I lifted her chin up drawing her lips to mine. It started off slow and deliberate. My hands caressing her sides as the heat soon boiled our kiss into a deep longing release of our passion. Tongues intertwind. I moved us towards the bed as we fondled and groped one another like two out of control teenagers. Our kiss broke as she stepped out of her shoes breathing heavily. Falling back into an embrace our tongues found one another again as I ran my hands down her back until they were cupping her taut ass. She moaned into my mouth as my hardening cock pressed into her stomach. We stopped kissing only to remove her dress. She was gorgeous! Her breasts stood firmly as her nipples pushed forward with excitement as she reached out pulling my towel from my waist leaving me fully exposed. I pulled her hair back gently but firmly giving me access to her neck that I eagerly ravished. Her hands reached my ass pulling me closer as I nibbled just behind her ears eliciting another wanton moan. 

We tumbled onto the bed. I looked into her eyes and kissed her again. She was writhing under my body as my hands explored her legs and ass. Slowly I started kissing my way down her body until I had her nipple in my mouth. I sucked and rolled it between my lips and tongue. Flicking it firmly, swirling it about lustily. Veronica pulled my head in encouraging me for more. I pulled both of her breasts together, nipples touching, and continued with my assault on them. 

Veronica started to push me downward. I knew what she desperately wanted, but I was not going to give it to her just yet. As I moved down I stopped to worship her stomach and navel with my tongue as my chest hair teased her opening. She was bucking slightly in anticipation. My cock was straining with excitement at this point causing a single flow of pre cum to flow from my head forming a small pool at the underside of my crown. I stood up next to the bed watching her pant. With my thumb I gathered my masculine honey and spread it across her sweet lips. She sucked her lip inward to gather all she could onto her tongue closing her eyes. She pulled my hand towards her mouth, drawing my thumb in licking and sucking the remainder off. 

Standing between her legs I began dragging my bulbous head through her weeping slit. Her warmth made me crave for more but I was determined to make her scream for it. Slowly I pushed forward and she opened her toned legs invitingly for me. I stood there as she fellated my thumb groaning as I gently rubbed her entrance with my tip, teasing her. I pulled my thumb away and grasped my shaft. Increasing the pressure and control I had of my tip. Pushing it up around her enflamed clit before dragging it back down just inside her tight opening. Veronica started to whisper "Yes. Please." As I coated my head with her precious dew.

I removed myself from her opening and climbed on the bed straddling her chest. I brought my slickened shaft to her lips. "Taste us." I breathed to her. She smiled before her tongue darted out to sample our comingled sin. I thrusted forward and she accepted me into her mouth. She was incredible. Grasping me by my base she slurped and sucked at me with glee. As she lavished my stiffness I reached back and traced her pussy with my finger. Mimicking the movements of my tip from earlier I played with her. As I started to let my finger penetrate her she started to suck harder on me. I removed my cock from her mouth. Still straddling her chest I looked into her eyes. I extracted my soaked finger from her drawing it into my own mouth never breaking eye contact as I explored her taste. I wanted more.

I climbed off of her and had her get on all fours at the edge of the bed. Veronica was all too eager to comply anticipating her next series of pleasures. I knelt down behind her and slowly kissed up the back of her thighs until I was playfully nibbling her perfect ass. I next slowly planted gentle kisses around her sex while deeply inhaling her intoxicating aroma. I started kissing her opening as I worked the butterfly kisses down to her screaming bud causing her to shudder. I gripped her ass and dipped my tongue inside cause her to cry out "Yes!"As I spread her cheeks and continued to pick up the pace I let my long tongue start to fuck her tightness. As I alternated between tonguing, nibbling and licking she began to push back whimpering as she did so. Sensing she was on the verge of ecstasy I eased two fingers into her as I worked her clit over. Not even a minute later she was convulsing around those fingers crying into the night as my face and beard were coated with her nectar. While she was still in the throes of her orgasm I kissed my way up to her ass. Tracing it with my slick tongue before she thrust her hips backwards letting me barley enter to feel the last waves of her climax pulse through. I tongued and sucked her ass as her climax faded. Veronica fell forward onto the bed rolling over. All she could muster as a response was "Fuuuck me!" 

"That is exactly what I plan on doing my Aussie vixen." I replied as I leaned down kissing her fully as she gripped my back. She feasted on my pussy soaked mouth as I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. She raised her legs and wrapped them around me pinning my shaft on her stomach as she started to work on my neck hungrily. She was making my head spin as she gently bit my shoulder. At this point I was grinding my base and balls over her tormented flower. I wanted her. I wanted to cum inside of her.

As I stood back up I lifted one of her legs up to my shoulder with my cock still resting across her navel. Looking down at her I told her "I am going to fill you fully and make you cum again. This time around my prick." She leaned her head back thrusting her chest out as she smiled and closed her eyes as she eagerly waited.

"You may do anything you would like Mr. Denker. I am yours." She cooed sexily. With that I grabbed her leg from my shoulder and started teasing her ankles with my lips. As I wallowed in the task of sucking and nibbling between her ankle and just behind her knee I moved my hips back so that my cock returned to the forefront of her exposed womanhood. Once my straining pole touched her tight wetness I grabbed her other ankle and brought it up. As I began to guide my head just between her folds I pushed her legs slightly back over her body enabling me better access to what I desired most. I slowly started to work my hips back and forth penetrating her with just my tip eliciting accepting cry's from her full lips. Rocking her legs forward and back I allowed another inch to sink in as I continued my deliberate motions. She reached forward and pulled her tight lips open as I pulled back and rubbed my slick crown nastily over her hood causing her to yell out "Please shove your cock back in! I need you to fuck me!"

I smiled and told her "I will as soon as I am ready for you to have more." With that I worked just the tip back in. Back and forth teasing her some more before giving her the extra inch she had before.

"Yes Brock! Yes! Give me your cock!" she was now panting. She was so sexy that I could not resist any more and started to feed her more of me with every forward thrust. Her vocal encouragement rose in volume as I split her with more and more of my hardened meat. I pulled my cock out until only my head remained inside. Held her still for just a moment and then slammed the whole thing home bouncing my sack off of her exposed ass.

"FUCK ME YES!" She screamed so loud that I was sure her husband heard her cry in his slumbering state two floors up. I held myself all the way in and leaned forward to suck on her perfect breasts some more. I could feel her pussy stretched over me. She felt like heaven. She rocked her legs back as I moved up to kiss her again. The slight movements of our passionate kissing pulled my cock to either side of her stretching the walls of her pussy with my shaft. I started to ease back and forth inside of her depths. As I progressed into longer strokes I picked up my pace. Veronica was picture perfect beneath me. My lust was taking over me. I grabbed her ankles again and pushed back more forcefully than before. At this point I was almost pulling all the way out of her and slamming my balls into her ass hard enough to send ripples across her flesh. "FUCK ME HARD! YES!" she cried with each stroke. "Give me your cum Brock cum inside my pussy!" She begged. She tightened up around me as her second orgasm rapidly approached. I could not hold back any longer and let my seed unleash deep inside of her. The feeling of my warm semen splashing into her was too much for her and she joined me in unison for the most mind blowing orgasm I have ever had. I released her legs and she dragged her fingers across my stomach as she pulsed around me milking every drop inside. 

Exhausted I collapsed on top of her. I laid affectionate kisses all over her face as I ran my hands through her hair. I was still gently working my cock inside of her gently. She rolled me onto my back allowing my dick to spring free from her warmth slowly licking her way down my body until she reached my spent cock. She gripped my sticky shaft and placed the head between her lips groaning. She sucked and licked my entire shaft and balls thoroughly consuming the residues of our lust as the remainder slid from inside her running down her thighs. She sat up on her knees scooping up what she could gather and fed on her fingers. My God this woman was hot! She showed me the last of us on her tongue and then leaned down, shoving her tongue between my lips allowing me to savor our combined secretions. 




Veronica



She pushed back up sitting on my lap over my wilting manhood and grinning from ear to ear told me to "Refill the hot tub and let's relax a little before we do that again."

To be continued.... 



Veronica



I was home for the summer after finishing my second year of college. I had a part time summer job as a lifeguard at our neighborhood pool and was spending my summer getting re-acquainted with friends, especially with my childhood buddy Veronica. She and I had "privileges" but had never fucked. She preferred pussy.

My Dad left us right after my high school graduation ceremony. My step mom never said anything about the circumstances but he had left her for another man. She was depressed and withdrawn for over a year but Mom never blamed him for anything. I suspected there was a large part of the story I did not know.

That summer I was very happy to see that she was nearly back to her normal cheery self. She had regained some of the weight she had lost during her depression and although still slim she no longer looked anorexic.

The one thing in her that was very different was a new fascination with my love life. I assured her I was not gay but even though she probably believed me she still kept asking some pointed questions.

Of course I had fantasized about fucking women, even my Mom or Veronica, but most of my fantasies involved some other guy's cock.

Mom had good reason to suspect I was gay. I suspected I was gay too.

My life was filled with confusion. The night after my high school graduation I saw my father naked on all fours in our living room. He had a cock buried in his ass and another searching for the back of his throat. He seemed to be in ecstasy. I watched as each man shot his cum into my dad then watched as my father's cock spewed his cum on the carpet. It had never been touched.

I wanted that bliss I saw in his face and the few fucks I had managed with girls had not come close to the ecstasy I had seen in Dad's eyes.

I had yet to do anything about my fantasies other than check out the guys at the swimming pool showers and watch gay porn on my computer. I had not dated a girl, (except Veronica), in over a year.

One evening after I had returned from an outing with Veronica I was on my bed naked, softly stroking my cock. Veronica and I kissed passionately often, I sucked her tits often, she gave me handjobs often and I fingerfucked her often. That evening had been interrupted before I got to her tits. Her mother had car trouble.

Mom knocked on my door and walked in before I could say anything. I was in the process of covering myself when she approached the bed and saw my hand on my hard cock before the sheet slid over them.

The only part of me covered was my groin. The rest of my body was open for her inspection and after sitting on the edge of the bed she did just that for a few moments.

She asked me if I had a fight with Veronica, she had not expected me home until much later.

I explained her mother's car problem and Mom started to say something but abruptly censored herself. She blurted out enough for me to get that she thought I was playing with myself because I had not had the chance to fuck Veronica.

I saw no point in denying that I had been about to masturbate especially since my hand was still on my very erect dick under the sheet. She had glanced in that direction a couple of times.

I had hazy memories of my real mother but to me the woman sitting on my bed was Mom,

The official reason for her visit had been satisfied but she obviously did not want to leave. I knew she was lonely and I was the only person of importance in her life. I knew she was afraid that when the rest of my life beckoned me she would be alone.

I sat up and hugged her and said, I love you Mom."

Sitting up had exposed my cock but I figured I would be able to cover it back up before she saw it.

Mom had never been all that careful with her home attire but she had always been "decent" around me. However I always knew that under her robes she was naked. The robe was now too big for her.

For an instant her robe had exposed a breast to me and I felt the bare tit against my chest as she embraced me. When she moved to kiss me her very hard nipple slid across mine. One of us may have moaned.

She sobbed as she tried to crush me in her arms. She kissed me hard on the lips before standing. As she turned to leave her hand swept down my chest and abdomen and over my cock. I felt her briefly squeeze it.

Even though she had not closed the door when she left I was attacking my cock immediately, a long string of cum was leaping for the ceiling in less than one minute.

The next week or so Mom became very loving, kissing and hugging me often. She did not mind when my cock suddenly flared to life against her body. Her interrogation ceased.

The following week she found my stash of gay porn in the computer.

She demanded that I make her understand.

I had never told her about seeing Dad getting fucked at both ends so I did just that, emphasizing how the scene had captured my imagination.

She could not deny any such thing had happened. She had been in the room with them. I could not see what she was doing at the time but I was sure she was masturbating.

We barely spoke to each other that week. Friday night I met Veronica and her friends at a dance club. I tried to have a good time but could not even fake it. I left without saying goodbye only to have Veronica jump into my car as I was pulling out of the parking lot.

One reason she was my best friend was because she would wait for me to open up to her, she never asked what was wrong. She knew about my fascination with cocks just as I knew of her fascination with pussy. The big difference between us was that she had gotten a lot of pussy; I had not had any cock.

Veronica was a curvy blonde, very pretty, great ass, and world-class tits. She called them her Hi C's and they seemed to point directions for her. I had feasted on them many times and she could cum from just tit play if a hand cupped her pussy, either her hand or mine.

After a bit of silence she retold me the story of how she had fucked the father of one of her friends twice, once after a very romantic dinner and dance on her eighteenth birthday, once on a dare in front of her friends. She would fuck him again if given the chance but he had remarried and there was no chance. She had loved fucking him. He had loved fucking her.

"Anyway, I was after his daughters pussy in the first place. The group you see me with all the time, the ones we were with tonight, all eat pussy, even the married ones. Yes, their husbands know and sometimes watch. They are not allowed to fuck us but interestingly enough we have all fucked the tall blondes father. For three of us he is still the only man we have ever had.

By the way, do you want to fuck me?"

She had as usual taken my mind off my funk. I ignored her question and related to her the war at home. She knew I had seen my Dad in a gay threesome but I revealed to her for the first time Mom's presence during the tryst.

"Kinky," was all she said.

I drove around for a while until I asked Veronica if she wanted me to take her back to the club or home.

"Neither" she said. "The gang has moved on to someplace else by now and it would take us a week to track them down.

And definitely not home. You know how it is there. I am one person that really enjoys living in a crowded dorm. I would stay in school during the summer but I can't afford it without the library job and that section of the library is closed during the summer.

Let's go to your house and make out. If nothing else it will confuse your mother."

I smiled at her logic and I drove us to my house.

Mom was surprised to see us, and a little tipsy. She looked like she had gone out since she had make up on but she was wearing her usual tattered robe. She was kind and friendly to Veronica, perhaps hoping she would be the one to lead me away from "the dark side." She was unaware that most of her left tit was exposed.

Veronica loved all female tits but she loved small ones with big puffy nipples best. That's what Mom had. Veronica was also bold.

She said to Mom, "Here let me adjust that for you, you are going to give your son a hard-on."

She palmed mother's exposed tit and pretended to cram it back under the robe. The wine she had already consumed allayed Mom's initial shock. The fact that someone else's hand was on her tit apparently felt very nice to her, she had allowed a contented sigh to escape her lips.

The comment made by Veronica that the tit was giving me a hard-on was icing on the cake. Mom let Veronica play with her tit for as long as she wanted. Ironically, the scene really was giving me a hard-on.

Mom suddenly shuddered and closed her eyes briefly. Then bolted to her bedroom.

I asked Veronica what she had done and she answered, "Not much. I pinched a nipple while I ran a fingertip between her pussy lips. She was wet. Now I am wet. Come suck my tits and finger me."

We sat on the couch and kissed deeply. She lifted her shirt and I soon covered her bare tits with my hand and my mouth. That night I really needed her tits. She noticed my adoration and urged me on. I forced my hand off her tit and inside her miniskirt until two of my fingers plunged into a very wet pussy. She groaned her way through a deep orgasm. I kissed her with a passion I did not know I had.

After regaining her breath she undressed both of us. She sat on the floor in front of me and began a long, slow, torturous handjob. For the first time in our long relationship we were both completely naked. For the first time ever she kissed my dick.

She moved up to kiss my ear and whispered, "Your mother is watching us. Look at the reflection on the TV screen."

I did and sure enough she was at the end of the hallway. One of her hands was at her still exposed tit. The other was inside the lower folds of the robe.

I whispered to Veronica, "Make me cum now."

She gripped my dick harder and began to jerk me off in earnest. Twice she leaned over and slid my dickhead into her mouth. The second time she did so Veronica had just barely removed her mouth before I erupted like a geyser. I know I moaned, but I thought I also heard a moan behind me. After my eruption subsided I looked at the TV reflection again but Mom was gone.

Veronica was pleased that she had been part of such an intense ejaculation on my part. She did acknowledge that part of it should be credited to being watched, to my mother.

She stood and said, "I am going to go ask your mother if I can stay the night."

I was about to mention that she was naked but it dawned on me that was the point.

I gathered our clothes and staggered to my room.

I may have dozed off while waiting for Veronica to join me because I was startled when she plopped herself down next to me.

"Guess what?" she said as she kissed me hungrily.

My eyes flew open when I realized what had happened. Veronica broke her kiss and giggled.

"You ate Mom's pussy?" I asked.

"Yes, and she ate mine. Feel how wet I am. The poor woman had not had any sex since your father left. I am glad I was there for her."

She was playing with my suddenly very erect dick. Without another word she covered my body with hers and slid my cock into her very slick pussy. We moaned through a kiss. She whispered, "Don't cum in me. Lesbians don't use the pill."

I had just had one of my top three cums in my life so I had good control. Veronica enthusiastically worked her way to a large and loud orgasm. After catching her breath she dismounted and gave me a handjob/blowjob until I again erupted for her. We covered ourselves with the bed sheet and cuddled together. We kissed until we fell asleep.

We were awakened the next morning when Mom sat on my bed. My bedcover was at our knees; Mom could see my dick and Veronica's pussy. She looked but did not react to our exposure. Although she was wearing her robe Mom was not making an effort to keep her tits covered.

Veronica presented her lips for a kiss and Mom eagerly gave her one. My usual morning kiss on the cheek was re-directed to my lips.

Mom asked what we wanted for breakfast that Saturday morning. As we talked about the options Veronica took my hard dick in her hand and began to play with it. Mom watched her slowly jack me while they debated biscuits vs. pancakes.

Suddenly Veronica sat up saying she needed to go pee.

"Keep this up for me please, I will need it hard when I get back."

She was talking to Mom about my cock.

I thought it was just Veronica being her usual wiseass self and I was going to laugh it off but as soon as Veronica released my dick Mom wrapped her hand around it and took over the masturbation.

The conversation continued to be about breakfast.

When she returned Veronica stayed by the door for a while and watched Mom caress my dick. Her robe was completely open by then, I could see a glistening pussy.

Eventually Veronica came to the bed and straddled my hips. I was stunned when Mom held my dick for her as Veronica sank her pussy over it. Mom's hand stayed in place until it was pinned between bodies then she slowly, (and reluctantly?), slid it out. She kissed us again and said she was going to see about breakfast.

Before Mom left the room Veronica was furiously plunging my cock into her. I had never seen her so aroused. I had never been as hot myself and had to fight to keep from cumming before she did. She groaned and shuddered through her orgasm and I quickly lifted her by the hips as mine erupted. My cum covered her pussy and ass. She milked my dick with the crease of her ass as aftershocks coursed through our bodies.

We paused to catch our breath. While still draped over me Veronica kissed me. Her deepest secret flowed to me in that kiss.

It occurred to me that my face likely showed the bliss I saw in my dads face years before. My broad smile stretched the skin on my face. A secret I did not know I held flowed to her in my kiss.

"I love you," she said confirming her secret. "We will be getting married after we graduate. I know you will never mind when my mouth is on a pussy and you know I will never mind if your mouth has a dick in it. But, I may as well tell you; I don't think that will ever happen. As a consolation prize any pussy I eat you can eat."

"You have always been so damn bossy. How dare you plan my life for me?" I demanded between deep kisses.

"Because I am smarter than you. You did not even know you loved me until a minute ago. You have been in love with me since the second grade. I have loved you since the eigth grade. I tried to get you to fuck me at the prom but you were too damn respectful. It's lucky for you that I'm easily distracted by pussy or otherwise I would had replaced you in my heart by now."

"I love you," I said.

It was as easy to say as all truths should be.

She was right to take the initiative; I would have wallowed in my own self-induced misery forever without her. I suddenly felt that I was now the person I was supposed to be.

As my hand caressed her cum covered ass cheeks I said, "You need to go on the pill."

"Apparently," Mom said from the door. "Breakfast is almost ready. You two need a shower, come to the kitchen when you are done."

Veronica and I hurried through our shower and joined Mom in the kitchen. Neither of us bothered to dress. Mom seemed to be pleased by that and I noticed her robe was completely open with her tits and pussy clearly displayed. Veronica gave her a full body hug and a deep kiss, I followed suit and felt the head of my dick snuggle into Mom's pubic hair.

Breakfast was the best ever. Mom had gone all out, (she had always been an excellent cook), and between bites many kisses were exchanged between the three of us. Veronica and I helped with the clean up and we each took a cup of coffee into the living room.

Veronica and I sat close together on the couch while Mom sat in the high-back chair across from us. She asked us about our plans for the day. I said I did not have any which gave Veronica the opportunity to roll her eyes. I kissed her while cupping a breast. I did in fact have the afternoon shift at the swimming pool, which Mom was happy to remind me.

Veronica asked Mom what she had planned and was answered, "Underwear shopping."

Veronica told Mom, "I only wear panties and bras during my periods. The gang of girls I am part of decided a long time ago not to wear any undergarments so we could have ready access to each other's charms. That plus I learned years ago your son does not have the boldness to go through another layer of clothing."

In one fell swoop Veronica had just told my mother that she ran with a group of lesbians and that I needed to be nearly forced into a fuck.

Veronica added, "I know just the place to shop for underwear. I guarantee you will enjoy the personal attention of the sales staff."

Mom asked Veronica about her plans. Somehow I knew that had been a very risky question.

"First you and I are going to your bed and we are going to eat each others pussy until we cum. By then your son will have an enormous hard-on and he will fuck the hell out of me until he cums over my tits. You will lick it off my tits then kiss me hard.

After we shower you and I are going underwear shopping while he goes to work. Tonight we eat Chinese and each other."

There was a deep silence for a moment until Mom said, "Well then, we better get started."

I detoured to the bathroom on the way and by the time I walked into Mom's bedroom they were side by side in a noisy sixty-nine. I sat on the bed and kissed and licked Veronicas' ass. I leaned over a bit and kissed Moms' cheek. She took her mouth off Veronicas' pussy for a moment and gave me a pussy juice infused kiss complete with probing tongue. She motioned for me to kiss Veronicas pussy and after that was accomplished she resumed eating her. Veronica was well on her way to a large orgasm by then.

I walked around the bed and kissed and licked Moms' ass then kissed Veronica on the cheek. She lifted her head for a kiss and as we kissed her orgasm hit. I held the kiss until she was done, then without thinking I kissed Moms' pussy. Veronica sat up leaving me to finish off my mother. As soon as Mom realized who was eating her pussy her orgasm overwhelmed her, I had to hold her firmly to maintain contact between my lips and her clit.

Veronica had again been right, my cock was painfully hard. I slid it into her pussy and for the first time I was fucking her instead of her fucking me. There was no mistake about this one. The others were lovemaking at heart. This was a fuck.

I was pounding into her as fast and as hard as I could.

Mom and Veronica urged me on. My own orgasm was soon in coming. I pulled out of Veronica's pussy and began to stroke myself furiously aiming my cock at her tits. Mom pushed my hand off my dick and jacked me until I spewed over Veronica. The first spurt flew completely over her head; the others covered her chin, her tits and her abdomen.

Before the last of my cum oozed out of my cock Mom pushed me off Veronica, licked and kissed her way up Veronica's cum covered body until they were tit-to-tit, pussy-to-pussy, and deep into a kiss. I saw that they had at least one more orgasm in them and I left the room.

I went to my room and after stripping the linens off the bed and starting the wash I got ready for work. When I checked on the ladies they were in the shower, Veronica was washing Mom's hair. I stayed and watched them for a while, as sexy a scene as I had ever seen but managed to force my way out of the bathroom and towards work.

That day at the pool somebody said to me, "It looks like it might be a good day."

"It has already been a most excellent day," I said. "With a good chance of getting even better."



Veronica



Hello literotica users. This is my first erotic story, so please give me lots of feedback and constructive criticism! I must also say, this story borders non-consent, so if you're not into it you might wanna read another story. Or you could try it out! And of course, all characters are over 18 and fictional. I've submitted this story before, but took it down and changed it completely because it needed some fixing. But without further ado, here you go! :)

-bunny

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Veronica had never felt anything like it in her life.

Pleasure pulsed through every fiber of her being, with undertones of pain, laced with passion. His cock was throbbing, and she could feel the pulsing member swell with his approaching orgasm. She felt so dirty as he grabbed her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Beg for my cum, slut."

He said it so calmly, so controlled, and she felt her pussy swelling. Waves of intense heat ran from her pussy all the way up her body. She rode him harder, and tried to scream his name.

But she didn't know what it was.

He pulled her hair harder. "I said beg, you fucking whore, now beg!" He slapped her ass and she stifled a scream.

"Please cum for me! Please master! Cum all over me!" Veronica shouted with desperation. He groaned and his hot cum began to fill her cunt, spewing faster when she began to clench with her own orgasm. "Yessssss..." , Veronica cried, slowing her movements and swinging her hips forward, forcing him onto her G-spot. He leaned forward and bit her nipple, holding it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around its diamond tip. Desire was pulsing through her pussy as she rode his cock, feeling her orgasm come to an end. She climbed off of him, and he kissed her lips lightly. "Good girl." He said, and he was out the door.

That's when she woke up, her eyes opened gently. She groaned as she considered her dream. Yet another kinky sex dream where a mystery man ravages her and leaves her when he's done. Yet another fantasy of being used.

She hated herself for loving it.

Veronica wasn't a freak, or a nympho, or a slut for that matter. She was a normal woman. A soft, hard-working, 20 year old who lived alone. She didn't like being called names, or slapped, or brutally fucked. Or at least she'd thought she didn't like it. Hell, she'd only had sex with two men throughout her life, and that was an accomplishment for a modern 20 year old. Her sex life had always been soft, with the lights out and the candles lit. BDSM wasn't something that she'd experienced, or found appealing. It was simply something she'd heard about. Something she'd seen in porn a few times. The concept had always amused her, that someone could enjoy getting hurt. She was far too put together for that, right?

Veronica hopped out of bed and stretched gently, ignoring the wetness between her legs. She began her morning process, undressing for her shower. She checked herself in the mirror, taking in her body. Her long dark hair framed a pretty face, with green eyes and pink lips. Her light skin accentuated her soft brown nipples, placed atop supple breasts. Her curves ran down to a full ass, along with a gorgeous pink pussy. She was comfortable with her body, but she knew it wasn't anything special.

She got in the shower, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. As she washed herself, she moaned at the pressure on her clit. Pretty soon she began to rub her pussy, letting out little moans and growls of pleasure. Her wetness was running down her legs along with the shower, and she began finger fucking herself. Her moaning increased as both hands worked her pussy, finger fucking and clit rubbing herself. Her pleasure increased with her impending orgasm, and she began violently slamming her fingers into herself, letting out loud moans of ecstasy. Then she felt a brutal stinging hit to her face. She stopped instantly, stumbling forward. Her eyes flew open as she reconsidered what had just happened. Had she slapped herself? What the fuck. All she could think was what the fuck. She continued her shower in slight disbelief, and got out when finished. Things were confusing lately. Ever since she got to reading on the internet, and contemplating the possibility that maybe she did like it rough.

When she'd finished getting ready, she grabbed her purse and ran out the door, running late from her masturbation session. She was in school for culinary arts, preparing to join her family's restaurant as the top chef, and she was late for class.

She arrived at her university, and walked into class awkwardly, everyone turning to look at her. Most people turned around quickly, uninterested, and the judgmental ones scanned her. Taking in her appearance, and her casual sundress. Eyes lingering on her ass, which looked phenomenal in the fit of her dress. Veronica felt awkward. She hated being the center of attention... And any type of humiliation was, well, humiliating. She sat down and class continued as usual, boring and uneventful. When class ended, she grabbed her purse and left the school, heading to the restaurant for lunch with her mother. Her mother was the classic strict catholic, firm on responsibility and perfection. The simple idea of enjoying brutality was something she didn't want to even consider. It was considered ungodly and "inappropriate". I guess this wasn't something that Veronica should've worried about, considering that she didn't actually like it... Or at least that's what she'd told herself.

She rushed to the restaurant, trying not to trip over her lightly heeled sandals. She approached the restaurant and slowed her walk, straightening her dress and preparing for the piercing stare of her mother's eyes. When she took a step inside, she scaled the restaurant, Taking in the softly decorated, diner-like, appearance, and the small groups of people who were having coffee or enjoying lunch. Her mother made her way to Veronica, walking poshly and smiling at customers who had looked over at her. Her mother was an exceptionally beautiful woman, so well held together and sophisticated, all the while conservative. She had a slender body, with the same curves and full ass that Veronica wore so well. Although her natural hair color was blonde, unlike Veronica's, she had the same large green eyes.

Veronica suddenly felt painfully aware of her pussy's lingering wetness. She was still lubricating from the morning's encounter, and her mother's eyes pierced her forever more.

"Hello mom." She said as warmly as possible, trying to ignore the small quiver in her voice. She didn't know why, but her mother had always made her nervous.

"Hi darling, take a seat over there, we have much to discuss." Her mother replied, without even a hug. With a whip of her hair, she turned back to the kitchen and left Veronica to wallow in shame. She couldn't shake the feeling of wetness between her legs and she felt dirty knowing what she'd done so shortly before visiting her mother. If her mother had known what she had done, she would surely give her a long lesson about sexuality and what's right and wrong. Then after her lecture, she wouldn't speak to her for weeks. This was something Veronica was glad to keep to herself, but also something she didn't want to feel.

Veronica and her mother began discussing the restaurant. Things were slow lately, and you could see the stress in her mother's face. She knew that if something didn't save the restaurant soon, they would have to shut down. The chef wasn't great, the food wasn't amazing, and the prices were too high for the food. Veronica knew she was the last chance at saving the restaurant. This scared her deeply.

The meeting came to an end, and she began to walk home, walking briskly through the rain. It was beginning to get dark out, and the storm clouds made the sky darker yet. There was a grim atmosphere in the air and Veronica dreaded the alley walk she would soon face. She turned on to Fowler drive, the little dark alley that shortened her walk home so immensely, and made it all the more frightening. The alley had a seemingly small road, bordered by eerie houses that seemed vacant. She had felt eyes on her every day for 3 whole years, as she walked down that little street after class. She felt them evermore as she hurriedly shuffled down Fowler, avoiding the nonexistent stares of whatever entities lived in those houses. As the road came to an end, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes, beginning to release the tensions of that street. That's when she was stopped. It was abrupt and only a second long, an obstacle. It only took a moment to realize that and arm had stopped her. And then she was in a van. It had all happened so fast, so effortlessly. Somebody had stopped her, put a tissue on her face, and pushed her into a van. She was out within seconds.

Veronica awoke in a panic, and began looking around her. All she could see was the floor, the back of the car seats, and a roll of tape propped against the wall. She tried to scream but her mouth was firmly taped shut and she could only let out little groans of defiance. She tried to get up, but her wrists were cuffed, and her legs were tied. She couldn't see her captor, but she knew he was a man. There was such ease in the way he took her, like she was so light and defenseless to him. This only scared her more. She felt hot tears begin to run down her face, but she couldn't let her fear overtake her, she had to figure out an escape plan. She looked around more, shifting her body so that she could see the back of the van. Nothing. She couldn't even kick out one of the tail lights, because they literally had steel plates over them. This scared her immensely as she realized that her captor had planned out her kidnapping so well.

That's when she felt the van come to a stop. How long had they been driving? Minutes? Hours? The shock hit veronica like a slap in the face and she couldn't stop the new flow of tears. Small whimpers had escaped her mouth and she fought to stay silent. The last thing she needed was to show her captor any more vulnerability than she had already. She heard a door shut and anticipated what she knew would happen next. The back door of the van opened and that's when she saw him. He was in his late thirties, a tall and dark looking man with grey eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. He had short brown hair and a bulky form to match his already intimidating aura. She shivered as he looked her in the eyes with such a prevalent raging desire. His hunger for her was twisted and obvious, and she knew he had been watching her for a long time.

He leaned forward and grabbed her by her arms. She let out a little squeal and shook away from his grasp. He let out a small sigh and grabbed her more firmly this time, lifting her onto his shoulder and pulling her out of the van. She could only see the ground and began squirming violently; making as much noise as possible in hopes that maybe someone nearby would hear her whimpers. But she knew that nobody would be there to save her. Her captor was smarter than that, he had planned this intricately and he wasn't letting her get away. She heard a door open and soon she was looking at carpet. Tears continuously ran down her face, dropping to the floor below her, and he sat her down gently. She examined the room around her. She was on a leather couch in a bland looking living room with a large TV and coffee table. It looked like any normal house you would see on a daily basis. It wasn't a family house, or a luxurious house, or even a small house. It was just a normal old house. This felt weird to Veronica. When you think of being kidnapped you don't exactly imagine being taken to somewhere so comfortable.

Veronica's captor was pouring wine into a glass, when he looked over at her with those piercing grey eyes.

"Want some?" He asked casually. He sounded as if he was offering a friend a leisurely glass of wine, as if they were simply hanging out. She shook her head slowly, staring at the floor. She tried to staunch the flow of tears that made her all the more unintimidating, but she couldn't. She was far too scared and confused for that to be possible, so they continued to flow like a faucet that was turned on slightly.

"Suit yourself." He said with a chuckle. He began sipping from his glass and sat down in the chair across from her. She refused to look at him and she knew he was staring at her. They sat like that for a few minutes, him sipping his wine and watching her intently. When he was finished, he abruptly stood up. She winced as he stepped towards her, and he grabbed her by her jaw, forcing her to face him. She looked at his eyes and immediately wanted to look away. There was such a strong dark desire in his stare that she felt herself shiver. But even his disturbing aura wasn't strong enough to cover his undeniable handsomeness. Veronica then wondered why a man like him would need to kidnap a girl like her. He seemed fully capable of going out and finding a girl that could do just as much and more than she could. But then she realized that his desires were probably much more twisted than a normal relationship could satisfy. She got chills at the thought.

"Stand up, Veronica." He said nonchalantly. She was lost in his horrifying stare and he slapped her face when she didn't react right away.

"I don't like repeating myself, stand up." He said more forcefully. She stood quickly, and that's when she realized he had called her by name. How the fuck did he know her name? Then she remembered that he had her purse, and he'd probably found some invaluable information about her on her IDs. She hoped that was how he found out anyways... The thought of someone doing research on her made her cringe a little.

"Now I suppose I should introduce myself," He said, interrupting Veronica's thoughts. "My name's Mark. That doesn't really matter to you though, because you will refer to me as sir, and eventually master. Nod that you understand."

She only frowned. She feared Mark, but she wasn't going to be pushed around so easily. Calling him sir was too respectful for her liking, and there was no way she would show him any respect. He once again grabbed her jaw and forced her to look him in the eyes.

"You have a little defiance in you, huh? Well I like that. It will be all the more painful on your part and all the more exciting on mine. But of course, you will learn to obey me eventually. I might just have to break you." He said cruelly. "Now lets try that again. Nod that you understand."

Veronica continued staring into his eyes, and she gave a gentle nod of defeat. Thats when she realized that this was going to be the most difficult thing she'd ever experience, and that she'd have to obey him to avoid getting hurt any more than required. She needed to strategize. And that was exactly what she'd do.

...

Veronica closed her eyes. The ceiling wasn't exactly comforting anyways, in fact nothing is comforting when cuffs hold your wrists together and chains are wrapped around your ankles. But she persevered. Mark had taken her up a stairway and led her to a room with lavender walls and decorations. He gently set her down on a large bed with a soft comforter and fluffy pillows.

"As long as you're a good girl, you can have your own room with a warm bed and a friendly environment. If you disobey me, part of your punishment will be sleeping in my bed. And if you continue to misbehave after that, you will sleep in the dungeon. We don't want that now do we?" Mark had said to her, treating her like a child and patting her head.

She had glared at the floor as he lectured her, anger boiling inside of her. She wasn't a child, and she hardly wanted to be treated like one. All of her life an issue was the way her mother treated her like an adult, putting so much pressure and responsibility upon her. Being treated with innocence had seemed comforting until she'd realized that she wasn't a child anymore. And she didn't want to be one, let alone treated like one.

"Brighten up sweetheart, you've got a warm bed to sleep in tonight. Enjoy it, you've got a big day tomorrow." He had said to her, holding her chin. She had scowled and he lightly slapped her, averting her defiance.

So she tried. She tried with all her might to fall soundly asleep, and maybe gather a small amount of comfort from the homey environment. But even the expensive bed and warm comforter couldn't settle her thoughts. She tossed and turned for hours and awaited the wonderful realm of dreams, but her anguish was to no avail. After a few more hours had passed, she finally drifted out of consciousness, fighting to leave her worries behind. But she couldn't, and they haunted her dreams. They haunted her life, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

The next morning Veronica gently awoke to birds chirping and sunlight pouring through her window. Everything was peaceful for only a moment, for only a second, and then she opened her eyes. Mark was sitting in a rocking chair across the room, rocking slightly and reading a novel. Veronica observed him for a second, taking in his sophisticated appearance. He looked nice with reading glasses on, and for a moment he didn't look like a cold blooded pervert.

Upon hearing a stir he looked up at her, his mouth curving into a half smile.

"Good morning Veronica," He said peacefully. "How did you sleep?"

There was a strange gentleness to his tone. He was trying to sound inviting. Veronica wouldn't be fooled by that, she knew what he was trying to do, and she wasn't having it. He was trying to manipulate her vulnerability, and make her feel like he was a source of comfort. She knew better. He was a source of pain and distress.

"Fine." She retorted emotionlessly, stretching her arms as much as the cuffs would allow.

"Good then. I hope you're well rested sweetheart, because you have quite a day ahead of you." He said, standing and walking towards her. He grabbed her arm and she flinched away, letting out a sharp breath. He swiftly slapped her face, and soon after she felt her eyes prickle with the chance of tears. He once again grabbed her arm, and every fiber of her body was screaming at her to pull away, but she only laid still. He sat her up and undid the chains on her ankles, eyes wandering on her slightly tanned legs. Veronica felt the overwhelming urge to gauge his eyes out then and there, but her hands were still cuffed. So she simply sat there, letting him touch her legs. Letting him control her. She hated it.

After he finished unchaining her legs, he lifted her onto her feet. His swift motion surprised her once more, the way he could just lift her like a sack of flour and toss her wherever he wanted. He was undoubtedly strong, and quite capable of destroying her if he wanted to. She made note of this, remembering that if she ever had to fight him, she would need a weapon of some sort.

"Alright sweetheart," He said, squeezing her arm firmly when she scowled at him. "Come with me, I have a little suprise for you."

Veronica's heart began beating a little faster as she wondered what he could possibly have in store for her. She'd had enough surprises in the past 24 hours and this certainly wasn't something she could look forward to. He took her hand and she quickly shook him off. She heard him sigh lightly at her defiance, and he turned to look her in the eyes, grabbing her hand more firmly this time. She tried to pull away and he shot her a dangerous look.

"Alright pet, we need to establish something. You defy me, I punish you. Got it?" He said, holding her jaw in place and piercing her with his stare. Fear pulsed through her veins and she struggled to keep a strong composure.

"No," She hissed, fighting again to pull away from his grip. "I don't." Her attempts at escaping his grasp failed and Mark chuckled to himself for a moment, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.




Veronica



"Sorry sweetheart, but I don't think you have much of a choice." He said, pulling her arm so that she began to follow him out of the room. He led her down a stairway, through the living room, and to the basement. The stairway leading to the basement was nicely finished, as was the room it led to. They walked through the room, passing various furniture and decorations that gave it the "man cave" appeal. He led her further back to the laundry room, where he moved a shelf and began to unlock a door that was hidden behind it. Of course, he was probably taking her to the dungeon that he spoke of earlier. Great.

He opened the door and led the way into a dark room. Veronica's bare feet were already cold on the cement floors, and she squinted as he turned on the lights. Her eyes adjusted and she looked around the room before her. It was a large room with cement floors and brick walls. It wasn't nearly as scary as she anticipated, and she felt some relief for that, but the contents of the room are what disturbed her the most. There were shelves placed along one wall of the room, completely stocked with various sex toys, floggers, clamps, gags, and cuffs. In the middle of the room was a large bed, furnished with straps at each corner and cuffs on the headboard. There was a spreader bar propped up against one wall, placed next to a mechanism that he could strap her limbs to, holding her arms above her head.

Dear god. Mark was a twisted man.

Veronica turned around and looked at Mark as he was shutting the door and locking its many locks. He then placed his hand on a scanner, and armed the security system, making sure that nobody could intrude on us unexpectedly.

He had really planned this out...

When he was finished, he turned to Veronica with a mischievous smile on his face, taking a step towards her and bringing his lips to her ear.

"Incase you're planning an escape, I suppose I must inform you of my security system. You see, what I just did there is locked us into this room. The only way we can leave is if I put my hand on that scanner, type the code, and unarm the system manually. And one more thing, it has a heat sensor. So the door will only unlock if I'm alive and well. I figured you might want to know that before you decided to pull anything stupid." He said as he took off his jacket. He turned away from Veronica and hung it on a hook by the door.

"I'm going to uncuff you now, and I expect that you won't make an attempt to harm me in any way. I think its very clear to both of us that I'm more physically able than you, and even if you could manage to kill me somehow, you would be locked in this room forever. So I hope that you understand the importance I serve to you right now." He said nonchalantly as he began to uncuff her. Veronica felt her heart rate increase furthermore as he touched her wrists, and when the cuffs were finally removed he still touched her, wrapping his hand around her arm possessively. He once again brought his lips to her ear.

"Strip." He commanded firmly. "And when you are fully nude, put your hands behind your head so I can get a good look at the luscious little body that will soon be mine." he said, his warm breath tickling her neck.

Veronica couldn't move. With his lips against her ear, and his hand around her arm, she was crippled with fear. There was silence for a moment, and then he tightened his grip.

"That means now, pet. So strip." He said more firmly this time, stepping away from her and crossing his arms. She felt her mind spinning and anger welled up inside of her.

"No." She said simply, crossing her arms in front of her. "Despite what you may think, I'm not a fucking toy." She looked him straight in the eyes, and he only smiled.

"Well now. You're more defiant than I thought. This is going to be quite fun, isn't it pet?" He chided, grabbing her by her hair. She yelped and put her hands on his chest, pushing him away. But he was much stronger than she was and her attempts were quite foolish. His grip on her hair only tightened when she pushed him, and she brought her hands to her sides, balling them into tight fists.

"Now, I think someone needs me the teach them a little lesson. Isn't that right pet?" He said, before roughly slapping her face. She winced at the hit and her eyes prickled with tears. "I'll make you wish you had stripped yourself." he said menacingly, grabbing her arm.

He led her to the mechanism on the wall, and began strapping her wrists up above her head. When he was finished, he turned and walked to one of the shelves, grabbing a ball gag and a pocket knife. She felt her breathing get faster as he opened the knife and began walking towards her. He stood in front of her, scanning her with his eyes, and he brought the gag to her face, ruining any chance of negotiating with him. He brought the strap up over her head, securing the gag in place, then quickly brought the knife to her throat. She let out a sharp breath as he gently pressed it to her skin, not hard enough to cut her, and ran it down to the hem of her dress.

He began cutting the fabric, being careful as to keep the knife away from her skin. He worked his way down the dress and soon enough his hands were working away at the cloth covering her breasts, exposing her creamy skin and leaving her vulnerable to his stare. He continued cutting his way down her navel, and soon over her hips so that the dress fell in a heap to the floor. She was completely exposed to him then, besides the pale blue panties that covered her most private area.

Mark took a step back, watching her intently. He looked at her eyes, which glowed with fear and shame, and he smiled slightly. His eyes wandered down her neck and collarbone to her breasts. His gaze lingered on the perky globes, and his expression stayed solid. Her chest was heaving with anxiety as he molested her with an intense stare, and Veronica could see an erection forming through his pants. She watched with hatred as he approached her again, getting to his knees to face her panties.

"Spread your legs." He said firmly. "And if I have to ask again I'll grab the spreader bar."

She was mortified as she slowly opened her legs, giving him access to the one place she kept completely to herself. He wrapped his hand around the waistband of her panties and quickly ripped them off, tossing them to the floor. He smirked as he took sight of her pussy, clearly satisfied with what he saw. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a little triangle and her lips were shining slightly with the dew of her excitement. When Veronica took sight of it, her brows furrowed. She could feel her pussy clenching gently as she watched Mark devour her with his gaze, and she suddenly desperately wanted to close her legs. Mark looked up at her face and his smile became more prevalent when a single tear left her eye. The thing that disturbed Veronica the most was how undeniably handsome Mark was. His dark hair was expertly styled and his grey eyes practically dazzled with excitement. And even so, he kept a firm and domineering composure, containing his emotions and remaining in control. Veronica could feel her core tightening as heat began to build in her pussy. There was something so terribly exciting and horrifying about being exposed to a stranger, and she could feel herself getting wet.

Oh no.

He couldn't see her like this, so vulnerable and exposed to him. She couldn't let him see her get wet like this. She hated herself for lubricating, even if it wasn't under her control, she hated the way her body responded to all of these emotions.

Mark took one look at her dripping pussy and a smile crossed his lips. "Someone's enjoying herself isn't she?" He said, mocking her evident arousal. "I have wanted to see this little cunt for a long time Veronica." He whispered, inhaling its heady aroma. "Look at how wet you are for me. You're loving this, aren't you? Look at how much of a little whore you turned out to be."

Veronica's pussy continued to wetten as he mocked her, and she let out a groan as he called her a whore. The word stung slightly, but the effect it had on her body was tremendous. Her pussy contracted tightly and continued to drip. She hated this. She hated him. She hated what he was doing to her. She tried desperately to stop her body from coming to life, but the damage was done and she was on fire. How could she possibly feel like this? He was torturing her, molesting her. How could she possibly feel as hungry as she did? She began to cry and anger was building up inside her. She hated Mark. She hated him with everything inside her.

Mark stood up suddenly, and began to adjust the straps on her wrists so that she had much more space. "On your knees, pet." He said deeply, his voice tinged with arousal.

She quickly got to her knees, knowing that if she didn't he would force her to, and she watching him cross the room. He approached the shelf with the ball gags and grabbed a different contraption. This one was made to hold her mouth open. She groaned with fear as she realized what would happen next. She was going to suck his cock...

He approached her again, switching her ball gag with a ring gag, and he began to unbuckle his pants. Veronica's eyes widened slightly as he unzipped his pants, pushing them to the floor. She could see his bulge, it was extremely prevalent through his boxers, and it stood on end like a pole. Mark removed his shirt then, exposing his muscular chest and tanned collar bone. He was a large man in all aspects. His body was chiseled and his cock was clearly quite large. Veronica shivered at the way he looked down at her, so domineering and quite frankly very attractive. He put his hand on the back of her head then, caressing her hair.

"You are quite beautiful in this position, all tied up and gagged like a true fucktoy. Its only a matter of time now until you will be my little fucktoy. But I don't think you deserve it yet, so today you're going to suck this cock like the true slut you've proven yourself to be, and then you're going to swallow every drop of my sperm like the cumdumpster you are." Mark said, looking down at Veronica and running his fingers through her hair, pulling it gently.

He began taking his boxers off, and his cock sprung free. Veronicas eyes widened at its size. It wasn't huge, but it was certainly long and thick, not to mention veiny. It stood at its full 7 ½ inches bobbing in front of her face, and she wondered how it would fit in her mouth. Mark grabbed her head again, and began pushing her face closer to his cock, urging her to start sucking. But she resisted and he slapped her.

"You can either start sucking, or I'll have to force you. Your call." He said firmly, getting a better grip on her head. He began pushing again and she continued resisting, refusing to let him do this to her. She didn't want this. She didn't want to provide him any type of pleasure. She only wanted to wake up from this nightmare, alone in her bed. But she knew that this was far from a nightmare, it was reality. And he was still pushing her, trying to break her, trying to get past her walls. And she felt her mentality snapping a little. She knew that for this particular moment she would have to suck his cock, or he would force her to. And then she would have to swallow his cum or choke on it.

So she caved.

Leaning in a bit, she felt the head of his cock begin to enter her mouth, radiating a type of heat that can only be achieved through true arousal. He pushed it in further, and it filled her mouth, sending intense waves of heat down her stomach to her pussy. His cock was thick and hard, and her mouth wrapped around it. She got down to business then, bobbing her head up and down and getting about half of his cock into her mouth, stroking it gently with her tongue. She put a bit of suction on it and he groaned a little, tightening his grip on her hair.

"Your good at that pet, don't stop." He grunted, letting out a sigh.

Her pussy tingled when he talked to her like that, and she let out a little hum of arousal, sending small vibrations through Mark's cock. He began pumping his cock into her mouth a bit faster and she fought the urge to gag as he pounded the back of her mouth, but she continued sucking and licking, knowing that it would make this all end faster. Her pussy was pulsing with excitement as he let out another small groan, pushing harder and further. She felt his cock begin to enter her throat, and continued fighting her gag reflex. She could tell he was getting close and she wasn't going to ruin it or prolong the experience, so she sucked harder yet. Desperately awaiting the warm shot of cum that filled her mouth soon after.

He shoved his full length into her mouth, forcing his cock down her throat, and she gasped for air. His cum was warm and thick and she swallowed quickly to avoid the taste, fighting the urge to gag and choke. He continued ramming it all the way in, and she coughed around his cock, fighting for air and desperately trying to swallow the huge load he gave her.

"Take it slut, take it all like a good girl." Mark said, letting out his last few spurts of warm cum. She gasped with relief as he pulled away from her tear ridden face, and let her body drop, giving in to the support of the wrist straps. She nearly passed out from lack of air and physical exhaustion, and Mark helped her to her feet.

"Good slave." He said quickly, patting her head. He recuffed her and sat her on the bed, laying her down gently, and turned to put on his clothes. She got a full look at his body then. His broad and muscular shoulders ran down to a slim waist and toned ass. His skin seemed to be glistening with sweat and his tan was glowing in the light. She let her eyes close for a moment, and waited for him to come get her. She heard him shuffle around for a few minutes and then he was there, gently lifting her onto her feet.

"You were a good pet today, and that was merely an exercise to demonstrate the power I have over you. We will begin training you tomorrow, and soon enough you will be my true possession. Since you were a good girl you can have your own room tonight. Sound good pet?" He said, patting her head, and looking into her eyes expectantly.

"Yes." Veronica said simply and emotionlessly, breaking eye contact.

"That's yes Sir to you, slave." He said, grabbing her chin. "Now lets get you a shower."

He unlocked the door, putting his hand on the scanner, and led her out of the room. He took her up the stairs to a room she'd only been in a few times to pee, the bathroom. Mark started the shower and leaned back against the sink.

"Come here." He said, reaching out to take her hand. She accepted his invitation and he began uncuffing her, looking up at her from time to time. "Go ahead and shower, sweetheart." He said softly. So she turned and stepped in, shutting the clear curtain behind her and trying to forget that he was there watching her. After her shower, she stepped out and he wrapped a towel around her, warming the chill in her bones. He led her to "her room" and handed her a neat pile of clothes, folded crisply and smelling of linen.

"These are for tonight and tomorrow," He said. "And I'm setting your alarm for 8:00 am, so when you wake up I expect that you get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast. I'm leaving you uncuffed, now that you're aware of my security system. But as of right now we have lunch time." He said, setting some lotion and moisturizer on her bedside.

Damn, it was only lunchtime? It had seemed like their morning encounter had lasted all day. Veronica began dressing herself, trying to do so in a way that hid her body from Mark. He only stood there, watching her intently with a blank expression on his face. There was a certain smugness to his expression that made Veronica squirm, and she rushed to get her clothes on. She looked down at her outfit, a pair of black sweatpants and a red t-shirt. Not bad, besides the rather sexy push up bra she was made to wear under her slightly see-through shirt.

They walked down the stairs together, and when they approached the kitchen he pulled out a chair for her and commanded that she sit. She was almost glad that he commanded her, it was a reminder that this wasn't a date or a hangout session. She sat down and took a handful of her hair.

"OW, what the fuck was that?" Veronica exclaimed, turning to look at him in anger.

"I expect a yes Sir from now on." He said, turning and walking to the fridge. When she didn't reply he turned at looked at her menacingly.

She sighed. "Yes Sir." She mumbled, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"Its a start, slave. Next time show some more respect." He said, shutting the fridge door and walking to the stove. He turned on the burner and began cooking lunch, and after a few minutes the scent of sauteed vegetables filled the air. Veronica watched him as he moved back and forth between the counter and stove, preparing a dinner that smelled quite phenomenal. She watched the way his muscles moved under his t-shirt, he was so well built and sturdy. So very intimidating, all the while attractive. Veronica struggled to shake away her attraction to him, it would only make her weaker. She knew she needed to hold on to her hatred for him, and keep a firm grasp on it. Veronica continued thinking to herself, and soon after her thoughts were interrupted by an abrupt sound.

A knock on the door. 



Veronica, A Doll Story



John got back to his apartment complex late. The bars and restaurants were long closed. He had been drinking heavily at the bar. There were always a lot of cops on the street on Friday nights, and he really did not want to be pulled over on a drunk driving charge. After the bars closed, he jumped into his back seat for a little nap to sleep off some of the alcohol, but also he was hoping the cops wouldn't be out in full force in a couple of hours. After a couple hour nap, he drove home without a problem. There were no cops out. In the moon light he saw a couple girls standing on street corners and a couple of guys sitting around smoking. 

He walked into his apartment building. It was quite expect for the buzzing of the soda machines in the laundry room. He was thirsty so he walked to the laundry room to buy a coke. The washing machines and dryer lids were open waiting to be used. The coke machine was already half empty, and the coke guy probably wouldn't fill it back up until Monday or Tuesday. John put his money into the machine and got an ice cold can of coke. He immediately open pulled back the tab to open the can and took a swig. 

Something blue on the floor caught his eye. He walked to by the dryer to get a closer look. It was a bikini top and bottom that fell on the floor forgotten or unnoticed. He picked them to get a better look at them. The bikini was basically blue covered with a darker and lighter blue square pattern. The bottom was small but the top looked like it could hold a lot of breasts, maybe even up to a d-cup, John imagined. He started to feel a little horny while he was handling some girl's bikini. 

Tap. Tap. John heard the footsteps from the entrance. He started to panic, so he shoved the soft bikini down the front of his pants, and then he tugged his t-shirt down as if it would help conceal the bikini. He heard the elevator open and the person get in. He was relieved, but decided to take the stairs to his apartment so that he would not run into anyone.

He walked up the stairs, entered his apartment, turned on the television, sat on the couch, and finished is coke. He pulled the bikini from his pants. The material felt really good against his bare cock and balls as he slid it out of his pants. He sniffed the top, it smelt freshly washed. But he got a hard on as the bikini top was near his face. He rubbed it against his face imaging that it was full of breasts, imaging which cute neighbor girl was the owner. 

He cock was even harder pressing against his jeans. He unzipped his jeans to let his raging cock out. He took to bikini bottom and starting rubbing his cock with it. He loved the feeling soft material stroking against his cock. He keep fantasying about fucking all the girls in the building as he continued to stroke his cock.

He wished he could fuck someone. Just then, he remembered that he had a blow up doll that Jack gave him as a gag gift on his birthday. Everyone thought that it was pretty funny. The blow up doll was of some Asian porn star. The box was somewhere under his bed. It was stashed there so that no one would find it if they came over. John got on his belly to find the box under his bed. After moving some boxes, books, and magazines out the way, he found yellow and orange box that contain the doll. 

John examined the box before opening it. There was a picture of a cute naked Asian girl with a yellow and orange background. "Firm Breasts," "three love passages," and "four color love doll," covered the box. He thought to himself, fuck it lets see what she looks like. 

He pulled out his new plastic girlfriend from her box. Her face looked kind of realistic as it was a photo of the girl printed on the oval head. Her mouth was open. The rest of the body was of peach colored plastic, seams along the sides formed her body, arms, and legs. The holes for her pussy and ass lead to pink passages which contrasted against her peach colored body. Her breasts had darker colored nipples which were made of thicker plastic to permanently stand out.

He found the plug in the lower back of his doll. He started huffing and puffing into the hole to blow her up. He had to stop a couple of times to catch his breath; it was pretty tough to inflate her. After she was all blown up, she stood almost five feet tall with her arms sticking out as if she wanting a hug. Overall, she was pretty cute considering she was just a cheap plastic doll.

He put the bikini on the girl. It wasn't as simple as he though it would be. He had to struggle a little bit to put on the panties. He had to keep her legs together while moving the bikini bottom up her legs. The top went on a little easier because it just needed to be tied together in the back. But because the doll is barely 5 feet doll, the bikini looked a little lose hanging on her plastic body. However, all of this made John very horny.

"You should have a name." John told the doll. "Your name is going to be Veronica. You like your name, Veronica." He kissed her forehead. He laid next her on his bed to spoon her. He cupped her breasts. He was actually impressed about how firm her breasts actually were. He circled her hard nipple with his finger tip. Actually her whole body was pretty firm he thought as he squeezed various parts of her body.

One hand moved from her breast down to her firm peach plastic belly. His fingers stopped at the top of her bikini bottom. "You like that, Veronica," he whispered into printed ear. His fingers crawled under her blue bikini bottom. His fingers found her pussy hole. His fingers outlined the plastic seam that contented to her pussy passage. Of course, her pussy wasn't wet. He stuck two of his fingers into her pink pussy hole to feel around. He wondered how deep her pussy was. He was able to shove his whole two fingers into her. But he figured that he holes had to be deep enough for people to put their dicks in.

He thought it was enough foreplay, what the hell did Veronica care. He pulled of his shirt and took of his pants and underwear. He was naked with a hard on, but Veronica laid on the bed still in her cute blue bikini. He laid on top of Veronica. He pulled the bikini bottom to the side as he navigated his dick to Veronica's pussy. He could fell the plastic against the head of his dick.

He realized that his was going to need to use some lube to fuck Veronica. He wasn't sure if he had any left. The bottle was almost empty from the last time he used the lube. He walked to his medicine cabinet in the bathroom to search for the bottle. He found the bottle next to his box of condoms, but it was almost empty. But there was probably enough left for a good fuck or two with the doll if he was lucky. He brought the bottle and a hand towel to wipe off his hands back to the bed. 

He opened the bottle and streamed the last of the lube on his hard dick. He stroked his cock to spread the lube all over. He even put very last drops of the lubricant on Veronica's pussy. It couldn't hurt. He wiped off the excess lube off of his hand with the hand towel. He bent over Veronica's inflated body. He had to pull aside her bikini bottom again to reveal her pussy. He rubbed his dick's head against the entrance of her pussy to make sure it was well lubed before he fucked the doll. 

He pushed his cock into Veronica. He was surprised that her pussy actually felt pretty good. It didn't feel like a real pussy or anything put it was pretty good. However, he didn't like the feel of the plastic seam which was quite harsh against his cock while he was gentle thrusting back and forth in her pussy.

As he stroked his dick in and out of Veronica's pussy, he started squeezing his dolls breasts. He pulled out so that he could rub his face in her firmly inflated breasts. He actually was enjoying the smooth bikini material full of breast under his face. He went back to fucking her pussy again. He looked into her printed eyes, but he didn't care. He began kissing her lips as he fucked Veronica. It felt a little awkward because she did not kiss back. He started to French kissing her, licking his tongue around the inside of her mouth hole. He started enjoying kissing Veronica in a perverse kind of way.

He felt that the lube was starting to be used up. He started to fuck the doll quicker and quicker hoping to cum before all the lube was used up. He used the last of his lube, so if he didn't get off, that was it. The plastic seam around the entrance felt even rougher against his cock as he fucked Veronica harder, but he tried not to think about as he tried to get off. He quickly humped the doll harder and harder until he came. He felt good when he came. It was a very nice release, but not as good as fucking a real or jerking off. He might have to do this more often he thought.

He went to the bathroom to clean the lube and cum off his dick before going to sleep. He hated the smell and the fell of the lube on his crotch. He washed his dick with soapy warm water. He dried his dick with another towel. The smell of the lube was still there, but it was faint. He was too tired to take a shower. That would have to wait until the morning. He put on a pair of underwear and some sweat pants, which he typically slept in.

He brought the towel into the bed room to wipe the extra lube and cum from the outside of Veronica's crotch. He looked out the window. It was still dark outside, but dawn would come in a couple of hours. Instead of deflating Veronica, he struggled to one of his t-shirts over her body. He turned off the lights, pulled the covers over himself and Veronica. He fell asleep snuggling against Veronica's plastic body whose body was warmer with the t-shirt on.