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Villa V

By: MmmmPerfect



The summer day was giving way to a calm summer night and, after the dinner dishes had been cleared, we were sitting in our traveling companions' villa. The back of the villa was a wall of sliding glass doors that opened onto a private pool deck surrounded by thick, tropical hedges. The foliage surrounding the villa afforded the ultimate in privacy -- even from nearby villas on either side. Beyond the pool lay the expanse of ocean, extending from horizon to horizon, farther than the eye could see.

The four of us sat in the living room and chatted softly, mostly small talk about nothing special, nothing of consequence. The mood was serene... tranquil. 

Hip trance music played softly in the background.

First, I noticed my wife's left foot at the end of her crossed legs -- how the bright orange sandal dangled nervously from her pretty little painted toes. It was a clue. Her face and toes both pointed away from me, out to sea, suggesting a defensive posture, but it was clear that she was pondering something essential. Nervous energy flowed through her body, initially expressing itself with a simple wiggle of the toes that loosened the sandal from its grasp, then an arched foot, followed by a wag of the ankle that kept time with a cadenced up-and-down motion. Her sandal hung loose, held in place mystically by only a toe, so the lovely leather footwear balanced in mid-air as if by some mysterious marionette or expert trapeze artist.

Further up, the graceful curve of my wife's thin ankle ascended to a perfectly toned calf. The bend of her knee gave way to supple, suntanned legs that disappeared beneath the slit of her silken, tropical skirt. As one leg on top of the other moved back and forth, I imagined the veiled parts of my wife's oiled thighs that awaited my gentle touch.

Noticing the uptick in the movement of her foot, I could sense that Elle was intently concentrating on a single, focused thought -- a recollection. Her eyes showed the vacant, telltale stare of a curious, distant impulse that was rolling around in her head.

I stood up, walked several steps across the room and took the empty cocktail glass from Elle's raised hand.

"Let me freshen that up for you," I said softly.

She looked up, tucked a golden strand of hair behind one ear and smiled at me. Her bright blue eyes and full lips were poetic.

On the other side of the coffee table, Jana and Will reclined in their own chairs and watched the early stages of the sunset as the brilliant orange-red orb began its plunge into the glassy, blue Caribbean.

"Can I get you two anything?" I asked, as I made my way into the villa's small kitchen.

"How about another Pink Panther?" Jana chirped happily. Her voice was lyrical.

"One more glass of wine for me," Will replied, his voice gravelly.

My wife and friends sat quietly while I busied myself with shakers, bottles and glasses. Within a moment, I returned with a tray of delicious drinks.

"For you, my dear," I said.

Elle retrieved a stiff margarita, mixed just the way she liked it. In show of appreciation, she wore a cute little grin on her face.

"And for you," I added, tilting the tray toward Jana and Will as they, too, reclaimed their drinks.

"Thank you," Jana whispered, Spanish-black bangs veiling her healthy, weathered face and smoldering eyes.

"My pleasure," I responded.

It had been a long, fun-filled day and the sun and carefree mood of our vacation were having their predictable effect on all of us. It was like a fog of sleepy, summer hallucinogens had drifted into the room. 

When I took my seat, I noticed again that the trance-like glare had returned to my wife's face. This time, however, I could tell that, whatever had been perplexing her before, she finally had reached a decision. Her personality returned to the room. She grinned mischievously at me.

The foot at the end of her crossed legs stopped its motion and she slowly uncrossed her legs, all the while balancing the sandal on the tip of her toes. She gently placed the sandal on the wooden floor directly in front of her and then, continuing the graceful arc of her foot, she carefully scooted it out of the way to her left. As she did so, her legs opened gradually, little by little but deliberately, until her left foot came to a rest twelve inches or so outside the line of her left hip. Even from my chair, seated to her left, I could catch a glimpse of her silken, hot pink panties. Seated directly across from Elle, however, I could tell that Jana and Will could see even more,... more than just a glimpse of my wife's exposed underwear.

Will sat up straight like a hunting dog spying his quarry. Jana smiled at Elle. She wondered if Elle's movements were premeditated. If not, she wanted to do what every polite girlfriend would do -- say "sweetheart" and give a downward glance as a tip that something private was showing. Thinking better of it though, Jana settled on being a little amused that her friend was being so casually provocative. After all, we were at the beach and, earlier during the day, had seen one another in bikinis and bathing suits.

Without pretense, Elle kept her left foot where it stopped. In fact, she slid her right foot to her right several degrees, opening herself up still more.

"I've been thinking," Elle broke the silence, her legs opened wide, but looking away as if talking to no one. "Reminiscing, really. About my first real boyfriend, when I was in college. He had been a successful athlete. Track and field, mainly. I recall that he finished second place in the conference during his junior year in the triathlon. That's shortly after I met him. Have I told you about him?" she asked, looking for the first time directly at Will and Jana while keeping her legs opened.

"What was his name?" Jana asked.

"Robbie. Robbie Stavros," Elle answered.

"No, I don't believe I've heard this story," replied Jana. "Do tell."

"He blew out his knee the summer before his senior year and that brought his sports career to an unceremonious end. He didn't run his senior year and we broke up before he graduated."

As she spoke, Elle appeared to squirm in her seat. It dawned on me that she must have been thinking about this old boyfriend for most of the night. The thought crossed my mind that, over the years, she may have thought about him more often than I could imagine.

"Did I say that Robbie was two years older than I was? I think he moved up north after he graduated, maybe Chicago. Last I heard he ended up working as a marketing executive at a large New York firm."

Elle took a long sip from her drink.

"He was like a Greek god," she confessed.

"There it was," I thought.

"Tall, penetrating dark eyes, broad shouldered," she continued. Her gaze searched her imprinted past for this strongest of memories. 

"Don't get the wrong idea. He really wasn't a jock," she continued. "He hung out more with the artsy crowd, but he certainly was the fittest boy in that small circle of friends. He could run like the wind,... like Achilles. Until he got injured, that is." 

Elle took another distant sip. I could tell that the story was building, although circuitously, to an important point for her. 

As the words trickled from her mouth, her body was telling a parallel story. She continued to fidget, almost imperceptibly at first. But the longer she spoke, the more noticeable her movements became, to the point that she seemed, almost unconsciously, to be sliding up her skirt -- like a snake shedding its skin. From the flushed look on her face and neck, I knew my wife already was getting excited. The story of this boy excited her.

Watching her aroused me.

"During rehab, he really was indisposed. I mean, due to the severity of his injury, he was confined to bed for a long time. At least that's the way they did it back then."

My wife's lips drank from the tall glass in her left hand while her right hand traced a delicate line from the arm of the chair, to her kneecap, to the inside of her knee. By this time, her skirt had rolled up her legs. The entire length of her gorgeous long legs was uncovered.

"We never had sex, although I wanted to. Geez, did I want to. We both thought we were too young. Or maybe we were just scared,... kept our adolescent desires held in check because of our religious upbringings,... but I can't describe how much I wanted him."

The fingernails of Elle's right hand drifted up her thigh.

"I thought about him every night," Elle murmured. 

I knew that when she said she "thought" about him every night, she meant something else. Much the same way I "thought" about girls, too, at bedtime when I was in college.

I glanced over at Will and Jana. They were locked onto Elle's recital as if listening to a sage relay some ancient story from ages past. It wasn't so much the words that my wife spoke as it was the combination of words and her body language. Her performance was captivating and, unsurprisingly, Will's eyes didn't leave my wife's thighs, not even when he took a mouthful of ruby red wine. He adjusted the growing bulge in his pants.

"You were what? A college sophomore? And you didn't do anything?" Jana chided in disbelief.

"No, I didn't say that, exactly," Elle continued. "We had kissed, he was a great French kisser, and petted, mostly outside the clothes, but nothing more,... at least not at that time."

"Go on," Jana coaxed Elle, sensing that Elle was just about to get to the good part.

"A day or so after he was injured was the first time anything more happened. I went to his hospital room late one evening," she relished the story, telling it in whispered, hot and bothered tones as if she was confessing it to a girlfriend tucked away in an upper bunk bed at summer camp. "It was after visitation hours were over, but it was a small college town and my mom worked there, so I pretty much could come and go as I pleased. I snuck into my boyfriend's hospital room, he was asleep at the time, and I pulled a metal armchair into the corner behind a privacy curtain. I situated the chair behind the curtain so that, if anyone came to the door, they couldn't see me."

Elle took a deep drink. Her eyes jittered as if she had entered REM sleep, but she was fully awake. She visualized the hospital room as if she was still there. Her fingernails continued to explore the length of her inner thigh. As her legs swayed back and forth, I noticed a lusty spot had begun to show through her dainty pink underwear. Will and Jana noticed it, too.

"When I went to the hospital that night, I wore a short white skirt with sneakers. I really was so naive, but I didn't wear any panties, at least not that night. I had never done that before, never gone out in public without wearing any panties. But night after night, for weeks on end when I went to bed, I...," she paused, "I played with myself while fantasizing about this hunky boy."

I could see my wife's heart beat race in her lovely chest. She was flushed.

"I dreamt of playing with myself in front of him," she continued, "and it had become the most important thing to me. I wanted to expose myself to him. After several weeks, the fantasy was so powerful I simply couldn't help it, couldn't stop it. I was consumed by the idea of him,... or rather the idea of me masturbating in front of him,... his eyes on me,... the desire that that this would create,... how he would want to rip my clothes off and take me right then and there if I exposed myself to him. And so, as he slept, I had my fantasy, only this time he was actually in the room. And so, in the darkened corner of my boyfriend's hospital room, with him asleep in the bed just a few feet away from me, I parted my legs,..."

Lost in the moment, my wife scooted onto her tip-toes and parted her legs even more.

"...and right there in my boyfriend's hospital room, my innocent, little fingers traveled the length of my legs to find, Mmmm, their familiar place."

And, with that, in front of Will, Jana and me, my wife slipped the index finger and middle finger of her right hand beneath the elastic band of her panties and her fingers found their home once again. The gusset of her panties pulled to one side, I could see her fingers glide in effortlessly. Her pussy yawned open wide to accept a touch that it obviously had been waiting for all night, if not much, much longer.

Elle's head rolled back and she buried her head in the back of her seat as she began to finger herself. With her other hand, she pulled down her strapless top and began massaging her breasts. Lost in her teenage fantasy, it was as if no one else was in the room and she began to work her fingers over her clit and in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Even from the angle of my view, I could see her slit open hungrily to accept each smooth stroke and close tight around her fingers each time she pushed them in.

"My boyfriend slept, his beautiful face turned right toward me, but his eyes were closed," my wife continued, her hand working deftly. "I could hear him breath."

My wife moaned softly and I could hear Jana and Will begin to breath heavily, too.

The expression on Jana's face was a mixture of wonderment and applause. I could see that part of Jana wanted to leave, but more of her wanted to stay. She tried not to stare at her girlfriend's private moment but, as hard as she tried to avert her eyes, her eyes were magnetically drawn to Elle's handiwork. Submitting to the moment, Jana stopped feigning that she was mildly disinterested and she watched intently as Elle played with herself. 

I imagined that Jana was slipping into her own memories, that she couldn't help but think about her own college boyfriends, the first time she got fingered, being naked in the backseat of boyfriends' cars, going down on them at the lake. I could see that the thoughts were enough to trigger her own physical reaction. With no further encouragement needed, Jana hiked up her dress and began to touch herself. She ran her fingers over the front of her sheer, bright green panties and I could see, beneath the sheer fabric, her lips eagerly opened to her exploratory touch.

Jana gave no thought about Will, but he was totally mesmerized as well. He began to caress Jana's back with his hand, perhaps out of nervousness in the beginning, but then as a sign of encouragement. Jana responded favorably to Will's touch by arching her back like a happy, purring, little kitten. Gingerly, Will clasped the zipper that secured the back of Jana's dress and skillfully pulled it down. Immediately, the front of Jana's top fell away like petals from a flower and exposed her soft, round breasts. She instantly shimmied out of her dress, leaving on only her sheer, bright green thong and heels. On such a petite frame, Jana's large brown breasts and dark brown nipples looked even bigger than they really were. She was aroused and her nipples were prominently displayed.

"Fully exposed there in front of him," Elle continued, "and he not knowing, I fought back whimpers of pleasure as my fantasy was coming true. I had wanted to masturbate in front of him from the moment I laid eyes on him. And I was finally doing it. My fingers moved in and out,..."

As my wife's fingers moved in and out. 

"And my pussy was so wet. Gosh, I was so wet. Mmmm. Felt so good. He stirred in his sheets but I didn't stop. I kept massaging my clit, hoping he would wake up and see me, rubbing it with my fingers and palm, then slipping my fingers inside myself, one,... two,... as many as I could fit. I imagined that it was his cock inside me."

Elle's whole hand disappeared between her legs as far as she could reach. When she pulled out to lick her fingers, I could see how swollen her pussy lips had become. They were eager for the attention she was giving them and her clit was as engorged as I'd ever seen it. 

When I looked back across the room, I saw Jana was making fast work, too. She had removed her pretty little panties, or at least her panties were hanging loosely on one of her ankles, and she was vibrating her fingers across her clit as rapidly as she could. She moaned to herself as her tight little pussy screamed with a burning desire for immediate release.

"Mmmm," Jana moaned.

Will had pulled out his cock. He watched my wife's every move and stroked himself off. His cock was as hard as a pipe. Gauging by the expression on his face, I imagined Will wanted to be inside my wife by the way he was watching her and yanking on himself with long, slow, firm strokes. 

The smell of sex filled the room.

"A nurse came the door but didn't come inside." Elle tried to go on, although now short of breath. She kept her eyes closed.

"I stopped, a moment of panic, that maybe I'd been caught, but she left. She left and I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop, not even after the first time I came. Not even with the second or third. I sat there on this metal chair, practically in a puddle, my young vagina gaping open for the whole world to see, and he never woke up. He never woke up. Ahhh, I'm coming."

And I knew that she was. Her rhythm had reached its upsurge. Her story was reaching an end, but she wasn't finished.

"Me, too," Jana moaned. "Ohhh,... Ohhh,.. I'm coming."

Both Elle's and Jana's orgasms approached together, like a single, giant wave. It swelled beneath them and carried them swiftly toward some distant shore. I knew Elle could ride the wave for as long as she wanted. It could roll on all night, creating tremors of waves cascading against the rocks. And my hardened cock promised to make sure she rode for as long as she desired tonight.

"Oh," Jana yelped. "Fuck, I'm commmming," she cried. Her fingers pulsed over her swollen clit. Her toes curled.

With that, Will shot his load in a gigantic stream across the room. The first stream went half way, but the second and third streams reached as far as Elle's toes. 

"Ohhh,... yeah. Ohhh,... yeah," he groaned.

"Ohhh,... yeah," my wife repeated. "I'm coming," she squealed as she convulsed in her chair with shudders of passionate release. 

Trying to extend the feeling, Elle continued to massage herself as long as she could but, after a few moments, she began to wind down.

"And that was the last,..." Elle gasped. "The last time I did that in front of another person."

Elle looked up, allowing her youthful fantasy to take on new form. It washed over her like a lifetime of pent up desire.

Elle laughed. The rest of us laughed out loud with her.

"I've wanted to do that since I was seventeen," she said, a satisfied look on her face. "In front of someone else, that is." Elle looked relieved, satisfied.

A moment of blissful silence fell over the room. My wife and friends looked spent. 

"Now that I've seen it, I think I must've wanted you to do that for a long time, too," I replied.

"Here-here," Jana giggled. She sat naked with her knees pulled up to her chest. Will sat with his pants down around his ankles, still holding his cock in his hand.

"So maybe we can do it again later?" Elle teased with a wicked smile.

"Okay, but I think Will needs at least an hour to recover," Jana joked, glancing at her exhausted husband.

"I do not," he defended, hitting Jana with a pillow.

Everyone laughed.

"How about a skinny dip while we wait?" Elle asked.

Without waiting, I kicked off my sandals and, in a series of quick maneuvers, pulled off my shorts and shirt.

"Last one in is a rotten egg," I called as I bolted buck-ass naked toward the pool.

Leap, plunge, and I was in the pool. Right behind me, everyone else hit the warm water in one big splash. Elle landed directly in my arms, with her naked body pressing against mine. 

"Fun, huh?" she asked.

"Undeniably fun," I smiled.

She embraced me and welcomed the rest of our night together with a big wet kiss.

Villa Vacation



I had been looking forward to moments like this for months. Here I was, on an Italian beach, half reclined on a lounge chair, with a Corona in my left hand, talking to a drop-dead gorgeous local. Damn this girl was fine! Her name was Alyssa, she was about 5'10", relatively thin but not anorexic, with tan skin and what looked like D cup boobs. I could see these quite clearly because she was topless. I had opted not to go to a fully nude beach because I didn't want my vacation ruined by images of naked grandmothers (yes that happens) and other men's cocks. Here, the men and old ladies covered up, but it was perfectly acceptable for those who really had it to flaunt it. And Alyssa really had it.

I had spent half the afternoon small-talking with her. This was the pleasure part of my vacation, half of which I had spent devouring the ruins of every ancient city from Rome through Syracuse. Classics was one of my passions, would be my major when I entered University this year. Unfortunately, I had been so devoted to that one passion for two weeks that I had barely been to one nightclub, much less had a decent fuck.

So here I was, on the first day of the second half of my vacation. I originally had planned to do my senior summer travels with friends, but for reasons unknown to me, that never worked out – some wanted to do nothing but work, some nothing but pleasure, some, like me, a mix, and all in different countries. So I had saved some money and managed to spend a pleasurable, if not overly indulgent, month on my work. Now it was time for pleasure. And here, on the first day, I was gonna get it.

The only thing that even slightly impeded on my pleasure was my lodgings. Having blown most of my savings on the first half of the trip, I was staying in a villa my aunt owned in the hills above town. It couldn't be helped, anymore that it could that my mother was visiting her, but I had a room far removed from theirs in the guest wing, and they were liberated enough to give my space. If I really felt like having a wild time, I knew there were plenty of other places in town to have it. My lodgings, I supposed, weren't so bad after all.

Snapping out of my reverie, I looked up at Alyssa's face from her breasts, which I had been staring at again, and answered the question. I had long ago developed the habit, in class, of keeping track of what someone was saying while not really listening to them. It had since come in handy with girls.

"I'd love to go in the water," I replied. Her English was much better than my Italian.

I followed her down to the sea, unable to conceal the tent of my shorts with her wiggling her tight ass the whole way down. The little cocktease! I decided to be a bit bolder. 

When we reached about waist depth I, still trailing her, came up behind her, my cock pressed into her firm ass, and grabbed her round the waist. She giggled.

"I like that," she said in a soft, seductive voice.

Grabbing her hand, I lead her out deeper. I turned and we met in a deep, passionate kiss. Breaking it at last, I said, "If you like that, you'll love this."

I began to fondle her nipples, and she felt down to my crotch, moaning a little. We were utterly oblivious to the people around us. Suddenly the bells of the church of San Martino on the hill boomed out five o'clock. She jerked up, red-faced and swearing, and kissed me briefly before saying,

"Jonah, mia cara, I'm so very sorry. But you know I told you I had to be home today at five to take care of my grandmother."

"Fuck." The word escaped my lips before I could help it.

"Not now," she giggled. "But maybe later. My grandmother goes to bed at ten. Do you know the Bar Alessandro?"

"Yes," I responded. Only one day in the city, but I already knew where the premier young bar was.

"Would you like to meet me there at eleven? I'll make this up to you."

I nodded, "Very much so." Making the best of a bad situation, I kissed her again, then let her leave.

Damn it! I was horny as hell, and had six hours now with which to do nothing. With the locals leaving the beach soon to take a nap and get ready to eat, I could not try to get another girl.

With a sigh, I reconciled myself to the fact that I too would take a nap and a shower, eat a long dinner with my mother and aunt, and then go meet Alyssa.

Still slightly depressed, I walked up the long drive to my aunt Claire's villa. Claire was my mother's younger sister, 6 years her junior. She was possessed of ravishing good looks: jet black hair, the world's smoothest skin, which was of a peach color, thin, not overly tall. Her lips were full and sensuous. I would put her at about 5'6", with C cup breasts. Claire was gorgeous, and, if I did admit it only to myself, I occasionally had thoughts for her that no nephew should have for his aunt. She was also well read, and had other talents, but it was her beauty that she had put to work. She had married money, and Money, as we called her husband (with a capitol M), did not like to travel, which was why she was here in the villa alone this summer.

My mother and my aunt got on very well together, though they could not be more different to the eye. My mother, at 36 (she had had me at 18), could still hold her own, even against her sister, for looks. My mother had married for love, and my father had died early, leaving just me and her. The contrasts were more than physical, though there they extended beyond the hair (mom was a brunette, as opposed to Claire's jet-black) to height (mom was 5'9"), and complexion – mom was fairer. Below the surface, mom was the older sister – more mature, etc. But they were both educated women, and they loved each other deeply, I knew. After my father's death, Claire had quite literally pumped Money for money and it had helped our situation a great deal. Mom I also had unnatural thoughts for; rarely, however, and I had determined to put them out of my head.

I hosed the sand off my body, toweled down, and left my sandals at the foot of the stairs. The towel and my shirt I hung on the line. I proceeded up the main stairs to the second floor, which, in an Italian villa, houses everything from the dining room to the bedrooms. Making my way from the cool marble foyer down the hall to my bedroom in the wing, I passed my aunt's room, the grand main bedroom. I had only been in it once before, on a tour of the house; it was tastefully decorated and contained as a central feature a large queen-sized bed. Passing its almost-closed door, I heard my name and paused.

"...Jonah?" I heard my mother say, her voice strangely muffled.

My aunt laughed, "He'll be away for quite some time, I bet. The local girls are real lookers." They both laughed. Obviously the thick carpet and my bare feet had hidden my arrival; little did they know. "But," she added slyly, "I bet you wouldn't be too disappointed if he came home and saw you now, Jackie. Lord knows I wouldn't."

My blood froze. I froze. Was Claire really talking about what I thought she was talking about. I decided I might be overreacting, projecting my fantasies onto an innocent situation. But still, couldn't hurt to listen.

"Claire! He's my son! I couldn't," Said my mom, who did not sound shocked or horrified, however.

This definitely bore some watching. I had a hard on to put all previous ones to shame. Knowing there was nobody else around, I loosened my shorts. 

"Well if you can't, I'm sure as hell gonna try."

That did it, I was gonna look in the door.

My aunt added, "...cause I haven't felt a cock in weeks," Just as I rounded the corner and gently, noiselessly opened the door.

The muffled quality of their voices was immediately explained. My aunt and mother were locked in a 69, with my mother on the bottom, her head at the foot of the bed. They continued talking as they ate each other out, while I slipped my shorts off. I now stood utterly naked, gently stroking my 7 inch rod, and they were totally oblivious to my presence.

"Neither have I," said my mom, "though I keep taking the pill just in case. I don't like the feel of rubber."

"I feel the same way, and do the same thing. The only rubber I like is the one you wear," my aunt teased. They laughed; I became, if possible, even more horny.

They went back to eating each other out, I to stroking myself, trying to make it last. Finally my mom muttered into her sister's pussy,

"Well, as you say, Jonah will be around..."

"Ah hah! I knew it. You're like a bitch in heat, you can't resist a stud."

I knew it too – my time had come. I walked over to the bed quietly, still undetected, until I came to a stop in front of my mother's head, my aunt's pussy. Fortunately the bed was rather low, and had nothing on the end of it to impede what I was planning to do. My mother, sensing something, looked up and gasped; her sister, thinking it a response to her stimulation, chuckled and said, "You like that, huh?"

I put a finger to my lips, asking my mom to me silent. Then I stepped up and rammed my cock into my aunt's pussy, bottoming out in one swift stroke. My aunt raised her head, screamed with pleasure. She turned it around, straining to look at me, and I pumped her savagely. With all the simulation she had received, she could not hold out long; I however, had even less control. When my mother began to lick my balls as they pistoned out of her sister's pussy, I came. I came hard and copiously, and Claire came too – violently.

When she was done, I eased off my mother's sister and stood up. She rolled over and looked up at me with a smile of pure contentment on her sweat and pussy juice soaked face. My mother, on the other hand, was visibly agitated, her hips bucking in the air, panting. Her face was glazed over with a look of pure animal lust.

I grabbed her hips and pivoted her ninety degrees, so that her head was almost in Claire's lap, then went around to her feet and looked down at her. I was going to fuck my mother. Claire, sensing that this was a private moment, and herself saited, backed into the top left corner of the bed, leaning against the wall.

I knelt before my mother, spread her legs. I began on her left foot, kissed the top of it, then worked my way up to her knee, kissing. I did the same with the right. Now I licked my way up the thighs in little swirls, alternating from left to right. My mother had regained some of her lucidity, and began to moan. I stood, leant over her, and kissed my mother square on the mouth. She returned it with intensity, and when we broke it, looked me in the eye and said, "Fuck me, Jonah, please."

I answered, "I love you," and trailed my way down to her breasts with kisses and caresses. When I felt I had spent enough time on these, and that she needed me even more now, I quickly proceeded to her gorgeous cunt. There was no other word to describe it.

Her gash was beautiful, voluptuous, intoxicating. Unlike her sister, she kept a neatly trimmed region of hair around her mound of Venus. Her cunt was swollen from passion, as much purple as red, with an intoxicating odor coming from it. Her juices were bubbling over, running down her legs. Yet she was not loose at all. I licked her slit from bottom to top twice, avoiding her clit. Then I stood up, and announced, "Mom, I'm going to fuck you."

"Do it, Jonah," she said.

I stepped forward again, leaned over her, and fed my cock into her pussy, slowly, enjoying it this time as I stretched her canal, the same that gave birth to me. When I bottomed out, I began to rock slowly, bringing out and plunging in just a little of myself. I fondled her tits gently.

Gradually I increased my pace. As the intensity grew, she raised her back off the bed, and my hands came around to hold her, both on her ass and on her back. I brought my mouth down and we met in a savagely passionate kiss just as our fucking reached its torrid peak. We were going at it like rabbits now. She began to wimper, and I knew she was gonna cum.

My mother was matching me stroke for stroke at the hips, our bodies a blur. Suddenly her moans grew in loudness and pitch, till at last she screamed, "CUMMMING!" and her whole body shook. My cock was drenched with her juices. Then I felt her pussy muscles massaging the sides of my cock. I couldn't hold out any longer: I rammed my cock one last time in to the hilt and began to shoot long cords of semen into my own mother's womb.

We kissed again, and I rode her slowly to another climax before dismounting.

Mom sat up, and I leaned against the wall. Claire, Mom, and I all looked at each other then burst out laughing.

Claire said, "This is gonna be one hell of a vacation." I couldn't have agreed more. 



Villa VI



We are at our villa in St. Bart's enjoying a nice dinner and bottle of wine with Jana and Will. You are in a fun loving mood and, since you shared with me your secret fantasy before leaving home, you dance a sexy dance knowing what's about to happen. 

At the right moment, you say, "My Birthday is coming up, does any one have a present for me?" 

We all smile at one another. 

"I do," I reply, "but it's a secret, so you'll have to be blindfolded before I can give it to you."

"Okay," you agree readily.

I disappear into the villa's bedroom and return shortly with a black leather blindfold. You smile, knowing that you are about to have a once in a lifetime experience. 

I kiss you, slip the blindfold over your eyes then lead you over to a lounge chair. You follow along in total darkness, scooting along in your heels, blindfolded, the loss of sight contributing to the excitement that's already building to a rapid heartbeat and sweaty palms. 

I move behind you, my hands on your waist, and kiss your neck. You sigh at my touch. Before sitting you down, my hands travel up your body and unclasp your halter dress at the neck, letting it shimmy off your shoulders and fall to the ground. 

Sultry trance music wafts in the tropical breeze that whips through your hair and warms your bare skin. I kiss your shoulders then circle around you and kiss your breasts passionately. I tease each nipple with my lips and tongue while your blind hands reach down and undo my belt buckle. 

As my trousers slide down to the floor, you sit down and eagerly take my rock hard cock in your mouth. You kiss and stroke it as my hands massage your shoulders, your neck, your breasts. It excites you to think about the possibility of others looking on as you give me oral pleasure. 

"What are they doing?" you wonder. 

My erection continues to grow as you lick and suck with delight. 

"Mmmm,... that feels good," I whisper, your nipples now fully erect between my fingers. 

Rubbing your thighs together, you feel a steady increase of wetness beginning to build between your legs. The rocking motion alone feels really good. 

After a few moments of receiving pleasure from you I say, "why don't you lie back?"

You recline, the full length of your body outstretched in front of me. Your senses are alive, hearing every sound, feeling every sensation. You crane your head to hear whispering and rustling of clothes. Your heart pounds in your chest. 

After a moment, you feel soft warm hands on your feet, removing your heels and then massaging your toes in gentle circles. You fight the urge to giggle as the fingers gently tickle your feet, but just when you think you can't stand it any longer, they work their way up your ankles and calves. The same warm hands then lift and separate your feet, placing one foot on one side of the chair and one foot on the other side. You know that you are exposed, that you are glistening openly in the moonlight, but the feeling is exhilarating,... magical. In anticipation, you lift your body and slide down in the chair. 

In response to your welcoming, a mouth begins to nibble its way up your legs. Its tongue flickers whisper-quiet over your thighs, then higher, to your clit, as fingers stroke your thighs and stomach. At their touch, your abdominal muscles involuntarily twitch with a rhythmic convulsion that you haven't felt since high school. Immediately, you fight back the overwhelming urge to go ahead and give in to your orgasm. You resist the urge in order to prolong the irresistible pleasure. 

You suddenly become aware that someone is standing beside you. You reach up and feel muscular legs and, further up, you find an erect cock. You position yourself so you can feel its full length and thumb its tip before locking onto it with your lips and starting to kiss and lick its large round head. Hungry for it, you don't hesitate to slip it all the way down your throat. Its fullness feels good in your mouth. 

A mouth on your clit and a large cock in your mouth, you shudder in waves of rhythmic pleasure as your own orgasm begins to climb to ecstatic crescendo. You feel the veins in the cock swell with tension and know that it wants to fill your mouth with its juices. You know that you're about to bring the cock in your mouth to orgasm and that you cannot last much longer either, so you shift your focus to the mouth pleasuring your own body and allow your own orgasm to surrender to its full release. The soft tongue flickers expertly over your clit, like hummingbird wings on the lip of a flower. 

Your orgasm begins to give way in a flood of tremors. 

Just as you start to cry out with the most intense pleasure you've ever felt, I slip between your legs, slowly at first until I can feel your rhythm, and then faster to match your constrictions. Finding your maximum pleasure spot, I pound away with my engorged cock, causing your orgasm to roll over and over again with shock waves of intense pleasure. You claw at my back in response to my piston-like motion until, just when you feel your most intense wave of pleasure yet, I can no longer control myself either and I cry out with uncontrollable pleasure. 

"Yes,... yes,... yes!!!" you scream. 

Afterward you continue to lie there quietly, enjoying the moment a little while longer. When you finally decide to remove your blindfold, you see me standing there naked in the outdoor shower, soaping up and soaking in the warm spray. 

"Happy Birthday, Baby," I say. 

"Happy, indeed," you reply, exhausted. 

"Wanna join me?" I ask. 

"Where are Will and Jana?" you ask. 

"They went back to their villa to make love," I said.

"Wanna sneak over and watch?" you ask. 

"Sure," I replied, "If you'll come scrub my back first." 



Villa Visit September 2005



We'd been there a couple of days when Jon took me into Puerto Banus. I was wearing a little baggy halter-top and light cotton skirt. As usual, the wind did its job and kept me 'fresh and ready'. Puerto Banus appears to be a playground for the rich and their very expensive boats. There are some amazing boats there.

After a while wandering round Jon put his hand in his trouser pocket and pulled out one of my bikini tops and a thong. I say a thong. But I've seen more material in a band-aid. 'What are those for Master?' I asked. Jon just told me to go into the quiet corner between the backs of some shops and put them on. The bikini top is a nice one, and if I have to wear one then that pink see-through one is the one that I'd probably choose. It looked a bit naf with the straps on show, but whatever Jon wants, Jon gets. The thong was matching pink as well, but the bottom of the 'V' that's supposed to cover my pussy ends just at the start of my crack.

We walked on for about 5 minutes and stopped outside what looked like the entrance to club of some sorts. It was then that Jon told me that I was going to get a job. The disappointment must have shown on my face because Jon told me to trust him (which he knows that I do implicitly), and that I'd enjoy myself. Jon told me that I was to go in, ask for the manager and tell him that I wanted to be a dancer. That got me worried because I'm not that fit. Yes, Jon still takes me jogging in my ultra short tennis dress but I didn't believe that I was fit enough or co-ordinated enough to be a dancer.

Anyway, I went in whilst Jon stayed outside. It was darkish inside but I found the bar and asked to see the manager. The man asked me what it was about so I told him that I wanted to be a dancer. The man said that he didn't think that they needed anymore, but told me to wait there whilst he went off through a door.

I looked round and could see a little dance floor, but it was small. I was daydreaming trying to imaging what sort of dancing would be done on that floor when I was startled by what I assumed was the manager saying, 

"So you want to become a Lap Dancer do you." 

That surprised me and there was a couple of seconds before I replied saying that I was desperate for a job and a couple of the girls that I was sharing with had told me that I would make a good Lap Dancer. Not knowing exactly what a Lap Dancer did, I told him that my flat mates said that I had everything that was needed and the right attitude as well.

The manager looked me up and down and said, 

"Well, you've certainly got the body, but can you flaunt it in front of every variety of man that might come in to the club."

"Sure," I said, "Nudity has never been one of my hang-ups." 

"Well then, come with me and let's see what you're made of."

I followed him to a corner where there are 3 curtained-off overgrown dress shop changing rooms. Each one has a mini sofa at one end where the manager sat down. He hadn't closed the curtain, but there was no one in the club that looked like a customer, probably too early. 

"Right then, what I want you to dance around a bit and slowly take your top off. Then play with you nipples and get them hard." 

Little did he know (yet) that they were rock hard just at the thought of what I was about to do. My pussy was starting to lube as well. 

"After a couple of minutes of that I want you to rub your tits in my face, then back off and loose the skirt and knickers. Remember to keep dancing around a bit. When you're naked, turn round and rub your pussy on the crotch of my trousers. You won't freak out if a customer has a hard-on will you?"

Before I could answer he continued, 

"After doing that for about a minute, stand-up and bend right over so that I can get a good look at your ass and puss. Waggle it about a bit before standing up and turn to face me. Then put one knee either side of my thighs, rub your tits in my face again, and your pussy on my crotch again. Finally, for a real customer, stand up, thank him and get dressed. Then escort him back to where he was."

"Right, let's see how you do."

He was sat there with his head about level with my little tits and his eyes were going from my breasts to my face. I guessed that he was looking to see how comfortable I was stripping in front of a man that I'd only met a couple of minutes ago.

Well I was nervous, I wanted to impress him.

I started swaying my ass about and started taking the halter off. I tried to do it as sexily as I could. With the halter off my see through bikini top did nothing to hide my chapel hat pegs. I saw a faint smile on his face. The bikini top didn't last long, but I did cover my breast as I took the straps off, and then let it drop.

I think that I played with my nipples for a bit too long because his eyes darted down to my skirt a coupe of times. I wasn't going to miss the sensation of a stranger touching my nips so I leaned forward and rubbed them quickly across his lips. As I felt his touch and warm breath my pussy had a quick rush.

I stood up and slowly went for the skirt. The one little Velcro fastener (which Jon insists on) didn't last long. His eyebrows went up as he saw the little thong and what it wasn't covering. The cord that goes up the back had buried itself along one side of my clit, which was very hard and sticking out well.

The thong didn't last long and I turned round and sat down on his lap with my hands on his thighs. I lifted myself up and slid backwards and forwards. I couldn't feel a hard-on, but there again he must have had thousands of girls do that to him. 

As I stood up I bent forward and grabbed my ankles. My feet were about 2 feet apart and I could feel 2 things. Firstly his eyes burning my pussy, and secondly, my very wet pussy. I slid my right hand from my pubes, back to my pussy and slipped a finger in, rubbed it around for a couple of seconds and then stood up. As I did so I put my juice covered finger in my mouth and sucked it clean.

The manager smiled and said, 

"Your flat mates were right, you're a natural. Ten o'clock tonight, be here." 

He then just walked off leaving me stood there, still naked.

I put just the halter and skirt back on and carried the bikini top and thong out of the club. Looking around I saw Jon in a bar on the corner and ran up to him. I was so excited that I had trouble stopping telling him all about it. I hadn't realised that Jon had ordered a drink for me until I saw the girl looking at my side. I was leaning forward and the whole of the right side (nipple and all) was showing to the girl. The bikini top and thong were on the table for her to see. 

Back at the villa I ran around deciding what to wear. In the end (with Jon's help) I decided on a thong that is only 2 cords. It covers nothing but rubs on the side of my clit and keeps me 'happy'. For a skirt I (Jon) chose a little lace tube top. Because of my little tits it only needs to be 5 inches long. Stretching it over my ass it was very see through. And as I walked around it slides up leaving my ass and pussy uncovered.

The top was a problem. Not having big tits I have no cleavage to show off so it had to be something that highlighted my nipples. I was anticipating them being rock hard all night. In the end I chose a tight, semi see-through halter.

I was dressed like that at nine o'clock when Jon told me that we were going. Jon stopped me from getting into the car and threw a dress at me. 

"Put that on, you might need it later." He said.

Jon dropped me off just round the corner and I ran up to the entrance. The manager was talking to the security man on the door and he took my arm and led me in. As we walked he said, 

"Yes, you'll do, now a few rules. Firstly, you do not poach customers from other girls. How you get the customers to ask you for a dance is up to you. When they do, take them over to the lady at the end of the bar so that they can pay. It's 30 euros. 20 for you and 10 for the club. The lady will record your name so that you get the right money at the end of the night. 

I forgot to mention earlier about the drinks. The only drink that you can accept from a customer is champagne. It 20 euros and you get 10 of it. Go to the bar with the customer so that he can see who the drink is for.

Remember, the customers must not touch you. If they do, tell them to stop. If they don't, then just shout for help. The security man will be in like a shot." 

He introduced me to a couple of girls that were already there and asked one, Jilly, to show me the ropes. Jilly took me to the ladies room, which is also the changing room. I took off my dress and we walked out.

It was very quiet, but Jilly told me that it would change.

More girls arrived and eventually a few men. As I looked at the different attire of the girls I realised that I was the one with the smallest thong. Most were what I consider to be grossly large. Lots of the girl's backsides were on display so I wasn't worried by the fact that my 'skirt' kept riding up, although I had to keep pulling it down at the front to keep my pussy covered.

The girls started chatting up the men virtually as soon as they walked in the door. I decided to just watch for a while to work out the way that things worked. I didn't want to cause trouble.

After about an hour the place filled up and it wasn't long before I was the one being chatted up. I would describe my first potential customer as Mr. Average. Jon had warned me that most men would be telling all sorts of untrue storied just to make then look like Mr Big. Jon told me that I could tell as many fibs as I liked, but I found that difficult.

Mr. Average decided that he was going to chat to more of the girls before having a dance and I left him and looked for another 'target' It wasn't long before I started getting a response from another man who told me that he owned one of the boats in the harbour. I didn't believe him but didn't tell him. After the second time that I asked him to dance he said. 

"Yes" and I led him by the hand to the end of the bar. He paid and we went to a cubicle. 

We had to wait for the dance that was going on to finish and then we went in, I told him to sit down and that he wasn't allowed to touch me. His face dropped a bit but soon perked up a bit when my little halter came off. As Jon says, my nipples are something to be proud of and the man must have agreed. I rolled first one then the other in between my fingers then licked a finger and rubbed it on my nipples. They were aching. 

As I leaned forward to rub them in his face his tongue came out and licked my nips. I nearly moaned. I backed off then turned round and started lowering my 'skirt'. As I did the curtain moved back a bit and the security man's head looked in. I guess that he was checking that nothing was going on that shouldn't. He was gone in a couple of seconds, but not before I saw his eyes go down my body. 

I started lowering my thong and pushed my ass back towards him. I gave him a twirl before backing on to his lap and then 'dry fucked' him, but it wasn't dry in the true sense of the phrase, as I stood up and looked down I could see my juices on his trousers. Ooops!

Time to turn round, and as I opened my legs to kneel either side of him I felt that great feeling as my pussy opened and felt the warm air. I lowered myself down, dry fucking him again and rubbing my nipples in his face. Seconds later I stood up and decided to do something that I don't know I should have, but what the hell, I leaned on one side of the cubicle and lifted the other leg as high as I could and put my foot on the other wall. For a few seconds my pussy was as open as it could be, and as on display to him as it could. That little part became part of my routine with all the men.

Time was nearly at an end and I turned away from him and bent right over and put the palm of my right hand on my pubic bone and let my second finger slide in. Boy did that feel good. I could feel his breath on the rest of my pussy and ass. I nearly came.

Time was like my finger -- pressing, so I stood up, sucked my wet finger, kissed his cheek, said, 

"thank you" and got dressed. 

As the 'thong' slid in beside my clit I shuddered a bit but managed to hold out.

I led him back to where I found him, kissed his cheek again, thanked him and started to move away to look for my second 'client'. As I turned away from him I felt his hand on my ass. I paused as his finger slid down and found its goal. I turned, which meant that his hand fell away, smiled, whispered, 

"naughty, naughty" and moved away.

I managed to get 11 dances, 2 drinks and 3 orgasms that night. I had to go to the ladies 3 times to cleanup because my thighs down to my knees were wet. 

As things got quieter I noticed a number of the girls sitting down and leisurely talking to other girls as well as the men. I noticed one girl in particular teasing some men at the bar by opening her legs wide for a few seconds to show the whole of the material of her big thong. It was obvious that she, like probably most of the girls, was shaved. One of the times that she did it she pulled the thong up and gave herself a wedgie.

I decided that I wanted a piece of that action and went and sat with Jilly who looked knackered. I noticed one man at the bar looking over to us, so after a quick check around to make sure that no one else was looking, I opened my legs wide. Because of my ultra thin 'thong' that was well hidden in my pussy, it was like giving him a doctor's view when I go for a smear test.

Jilly caught me the second time that I did it and suggested that I be a bit careful. She knew one girl who got sacked for playing with herself in 'public'. She also put a hand on my thigh and told me that I had a delicious pussy and to be careful or she'd 'jump' me. Mmmm I thought that could be interesting. 

All too soon it was closing time and I went and found my dress. It was still lovely and warm outside and I looked round hoping to see Jon. In all the excitement we had never arranged anything. I found him just round the corner and up the roads a bit. Standing leaning back on the car. He was wearing only shorts and as I got closer I could see a hard-on making a tent in the thin material. 

I ran up to him and thanked him over and over for 'making' me get that job. In the end he turned me round so my back was to him, lifted me up and lowered me down on to his dick. He was fucking me in the street in Puerto Banus. Admittedly it was 4 o'clock in the morning and there not may people about. Jilly and another 2 of the girls walked passed and Jilly looked at my feet a few inches off the ground, smiled, blew a kiss and turned to talk to the other girls.

I was knackered and slept like a log with Jon snuggled up to my back with his dick inside me. Total pleasure.

The next 11 nights were fantastic, I must have got near my un-counted, Jon excluded, record for orgasms during any number of consecutive days.

After a couple of nights I changed my 'uniform'. The 'skirt' that I had used the first couple of nights spent more time up over my ass and I was spending a lot of time pulling it down over my pussy. I told Jon about this problem and he took me into Marbella to buy a new thong, a pretty boring conventional thong, some cord and a cheap, thin cotton skirt. What he didn't tell me until later was what he wanted me to do with them. The first thing he told me to do was to cut the centre of the thong out. That left my pussy totally exposed. Then I had to cut a piece of material 8 x 6 inches out of the skirt. I then had to stitch round 3 sides then over the cord on the fourth side. I could then wear this as a 'front only' skirt. Backside totally exposed and no having to pull the front down over my pussy, but it was very easy to 'flip' it up to expose my charms.

There were another couple of nights that were even better.

Jon came into the club on about my fourth night. He was obviously getting some pleasure watching me take the customers and dancing for them. About 2 o'clock he came up to me and asked for a dance. When we got into the cubicle he told me to act as if he was someone else. I guess he wanted to check out my performance. The only difference with Jon's dance was that when I 'dry fucked' him it wasn't dry. He'd unzipped his trousers and got his dick out. I didn't realise until I felt him slide into me. I came instantly. 

Just as I started to get control of myself the security man stuck his head in. He saw Jon's hands on the sofa, couldn't see what was going on because my legs were closed, and assumed that everything was as normal. My routine changed a bit that session and I managed to get Jon to cum quickly. When we got out and I left Jon I had his cum and my juices running down my legs.

I went to the toilet to clean up and saw that Jilly was doing the same. 

"One got carried away," I said. 

"Me too" Jilly said, and we both laughed.

I wonder if the later dances that I had that night realised that the 'cream pie' was Jon's and not all mine.

A couple of days later Jon made me (ha!) go to work with a remote vibe in me. That night I knew that I was going to be really knackered by 4 o'clock.

All was fine for the first 3 hours, Jon was nowhere to be seen I was just leading a customer to the end of the bar when it hit me. I just stopped dead and cringed. The poor man hadn't a clue and asked me if I was okay. What could I say?

Throughout the next 3 dances Jon made my life hell. It's as if he knew exactly when to turn it up. I don't know how may orgasms I had, but the customers got even bigger stains on their trousers. 

The second memorable evening (they all were) was when Jilly and me had a flashing contest. Jilly wore a little nylon see-through thong that night. Anyway, we'd both managed to get a few drinks bought for us and we were both quite happy. By coincidence we'd both been at the booze before turning up for work (ha!). 

Jilly was stood then sat just opposite me and I'd started it when Jilly looked over and smiled at me. My reaction was to open my legs and flash at her. She smiled and then did the same to me. Her little thong has all but disappeared into her and I could see everything. I licked my lips so she did it again. Not to be out done I put my hand on my stomach and when I next opened my legs I quickly slid a finger inside and then licked it. Not to be out done Jilly did the same. 

It was then that I noticed a couple of men at the bar looking at me, and 3 more looked as if they were looking at Jilly. I rolled my eyes and nodded over to the bar. Jilly caught on immediately and turned slightly so that they could get a better view.

I did the same. It was a good job that the manager wasn't around because we both scratched an itch, re-adjusted our thongs, checked to see how wet we were and dipped, then licked numerous fingers. By the time we'd both got back to normal I'd actually cum with Jilly and at least 3 men watching. Later Jilly came up to me in the ladies, hugged me and said that she couldn't compete with that.

I think that I had more dances than ever that night.

By the end of my time there I'd earned one hell of a lot of euros. Jon joked that he'd be better off quitting his job and letting me be the breadwinner.

After 11 nights I was totally knackered and Jon phoned the club and told them that he wouldn't let his slave work there anymore. Shame in a way, but he was right, I was totally knackered. It wasn't as if I'd been spending the days in bed. Apart from late starts we did much the same as we normally do when we're at Jon's villa

Oh, nearly forgot, one night I had to go in with lots of red marks on my ass. That day Jon had decided that he wanted to see me cum through the pain of having my ass tanned. He'd restrained me out at the back of the villa and given me 23 strokes. It hurt like hell, but the orgasms were good.




Villa Visit September 2005



Jon decided that we'd stay on for an extra couple of weeks. He had to fly back for a couple of days, but was soon back with Bridie and her 'little' cousin Louise. That was a surprise; I didn't even know that Bridie had a cousin.

Louise is a very shy, 18 year old, quiet girl whose parents were killed in a car smash and she'd just come to live with Bridie's parents. It was a month since her parent's accident and she was still finding life painful without them. Whenever Bridie tried to get Louise involved in something she just did what was asked of her without any real emotion or enthusiasm. Bridie told me that she wanted to put some life back into her.

Both Jon and Bridie were still clothed when they arrived and Louise was a bit startled to see me totally naked. Both Jon and Bridie went off to get undressed leaving Louise with me. I took her round the back, sat her down by the pool and got her a Bacardi and Coke but I'm not sure that she realised just how much Bacardi there was. 

It was ages before Bridie and Jon came out and by the looks on their faces they'd been relieving Bridie's frustration at still not being able to get a permanent man.

Louise had told me all about how unhappy she was. She still desperate missed her parents.

The sight of Jon and Bridie naked didn't seem to faze Louise. I think the Bacardi and the sun was starting to work their magic.

Louise talked more and I discovered that she'd been spanked by her father, right up until a week before the accident. She told us that it had always been over her knickers.

Louise was still fully dressed and I suggested that she might like to take her clothes off. She went bright red, looked at each of us then down at the floor. Then she giggled. She told us that her parents always told her that being naked was a sin and that the only 2 men that should see her naked were her doctor and her husband.

We couldn't get Louise to strip off but she did cheer-up a bit and even had a smile on her face when she went to bed.

The next day, Bridie, Jon and I were having breakfast by the pool (naked) when Louise got up. She came out to us wearing a rather large bikini that looked as if her late mother had bought it for her. She was obviously getting used to seeing the 3 of us naked as she didn't blush at all during breakfast, and I did notice her looking at Jon a couple of times.

After breakfast we put some clothes on and I drove Bridie and Louise to the supermarket. When we got back Bridie and me just peeled our dresses off leaving us naked. Louise said, 

"You went out with no underwear!" 

"Always do." I said, then Bridie said, 

"Me too."

Bridie told Louise to get her dress off as well, and she did, slowly. I have to say that Louise did look a bit silly in her large bra and industrial strength granny knickers. I later found out that she's a 36C, but the bra looked as if it would support a pair of DDs.

Bridie left Louise standing there for a couple of minutes, and then she told her to take the bra off. She did. Her large (by mine and Bridie's standards) breasts bounced out into the open. She has cute little nipples with small areola. She just stood there looking down at the ground. When Bridie said, 

"pants too." 

Louise hesitated for quite a few seconds before finally pushing down the massive knickers. Bridie picked them up and threw them into the rubbish bin saying, 

"we're going to liberate you this week my girl." 

I could see Louise blushing even though her head was bent well forward and down.

Just then Jon walked in and as he saw Louise I saw his dick jerk a bit. I guess a different, young female body had got him a bit excited.

"Nice bod," Jon said, "shame about the forest."

"We'll work on that." Bride said.

Well, over the next week we did make some progress with Louise. As you might have guessed she's a little submissive, and always reverts to being prudish at the first chance she gets.

On the second evening, after some alcohol (lots) we managed to get rid of Louise's pubic hair, and all of her underwear. Just so that she couldn't retrieve it when she sobered up we got her to cut it all up. It took a few hours the next day for her to get over the embarrassment of us (especially Jon) being able to see her little girl look.

For the rest of our holiday we did the usual holiday things. It was fun trying to get Louise to loose her inhibitions.

One very memorable moment was when we managed to get her into the swimming pool naked. Bridie had her legs up on the side and was asking Jon to 

"switch it on." 

Louise was asking her what she was talking about when Jon threw a float that he's converted so that it straps on your back and keeps you afloat. Bridie got it on Louise and got her to put her legs up on the side of the pool. 

"What's so special with this?" asked Louise as Jon strapped her ankles down. 

Shortly after Jon switched the water jet on. We could see Louise's face go red as she asked us to let her go. Needless to say we didn't. All 3 of us watched Louise get very embarrassed as she had an orgasm.

Another 'interesting' time was when we all went shopping in Marbella. Bridie gave Louise one of her dresses to wear, and told her that the only other item of clothing that she could wear was shoes. Louise went bright red when she saw the dress. It was short, thin and buttoned up the front. When she put it on the buttons were struggling to keep her breasts covered.

After a few ignored protests Jon drove us into town. He left us to do the 'girly shopping thing' as he describes it, and went to do his own thing. The best part was the Marbella breeze. By the time we met up with Jon again, Louise was slowly getting used to her dress being blown up round her waist. She's squealed and almost panicked the first couple of times, but in the end she was just about ignoring it and letting Mother Nature reveal her secrets to the looking world. Just like Bridie and me were doing.

One day we decided to go to the beach at Cabopino. Only Jon decided that we would take the car only as far as the east side of Marbella and then take the bus the rest of the way. Louise thought he was mad, but when he told us that we were not to take clothes (apart from shoes), only towels, Louise wasn't happy. Bridie just shrugged her off saying that everything would be fine. I realised what Jon intended to happen.

As we were waiting for the bus wearing only our towels, I 're-arranged' Louise's towel on the pretext of making it more secure. Jon got on first to pay the driver, then Louise, me and finally Bridie. I was right behind Louise as she passed the driver and trapped a bit of her towel against one of the seat backs, hoping that I had got enough of it trapped. I had. Louise moved forward between two large people and when she got passed them she was naked. She screamed, panicked and fell into Jon's arms. I picked up her towel and wrapped it around her.

On the beach Louise lay on her stomach virtually all day. The only exception was when no one else was within about 20 metres. We did manage to get her into the water once, and she actually admitted that it was a nice feeling swimming in the sea in the nude.

I rubbed sun tan lotion on her and took my time on her 'interesting' parts. I even managed to get her to relax a bit and open her legs a bit so that I could cover her inner thighs. She didn't react when I put some on her pussy, opening it as I did so.

I was watching Jon as I was doing this and saw his hard-on appear. He rolled over to Bridie who was lying on her side. I'm pretty sure that he fucked her in the spoon position.

A little later Jon took Bridie for a walk. When they got back Bridie told me that in the dunes Jon had her get him hard with her mouth, they'd then walked through the area frequented by gays. Bridie's hand alternating between Jon's hand and his dick. When they got nearer the beach Bridie had given Jon a blow job so that his dick would not be so proud when they walked onto the beach.

There was no repeat of the towel incident on the bus going back, but Jon did get me to open my legs and play with myself, much to Louise's amazement. The journey wasn't long enough for me to orgasm, but I took care of that little problem in the car.

That night Jon told me to sleep with Bridie. We didn't get much sleep.

The next morning Jon restrained me on the frame outside and was still fucking me when Louise sleepily walked out of the house. She stared, looked a little shocked, then turned round and went back in. We joined her at the breakfast table 10 minutes later. She stared at us for a few seconds then continued eating her cornflakes. 

Up to that point in time Louise hadn't been down to the punishment room. Jon decided that the time was right, and after breakfast the 3 of us went down. To say that Louise was dumbfounded was an under statement. 

"This is a torture chamber," she said. Jon said, 

"These devices do administer pain, but it's all with the 'victim's' consent. No one does anything that they don't want to, and they can stop at anytime that they want." 

Louise was quiet for a while then said, 

"How does this one work?" 

She was looking at the long metal dildo bolted to the flow with toe clamps at the base. 

"Vanessa, a demo please." Jon said. 

I climbed on, easily lowering myself onto the dildo (still full of Jon's juices), Jon clamped my toes in place and I raised my heels up ready for the electricity being switched on. Jon obliged then said, 

"That's it until she gets a bit tired and starts to lower her heels. When they get so far down, a switch sends the electricity to the dildo and Vanessa jumps up again." 

"Won't it kill her?" Louise asked.

"Voltage too low." 

Jon replied. With that Jon pressed on my shoulders. Down I went, jerked and gasped at the same time. Then shot back up on my toes.

"Wow," Louise said, "I don't think that I like this place." 

Jon put his arm round her shoulder and led her back upstairs. I could see that one of her hands was holding her pussy as she left.

Over an hour later (I think), Bridie came down stairs and found me. I was sweating, had very tired legs and had already had 3 orgasms.

Bridie saw the state I was in and quickly switched it off. I lowered myself fully onto the dildo whilst Bridie undid the toe clamps. She helped me of the machine and onto a chair. 

"Can I have a go?" she asked. 

After a few minutes rest I helped her onto the dildo, clamped her toes and switched it on. I turned the voltage down as I know her pain threshold is lower than mine.

As I knew that nothing would happen for 10 to 15 minutes I told her that I was off for a shower and a coffee.

As I went back down the stairs I heard Bridie gasp. 

"Not having the desired effect yet?" 

I asked, and turned the voltage up a little. Within a minute her legs gave and down she went. This time it wasn't a gasp. It was a scream followed by a strong orgasm. No sooner that it was over, her legs gave her a second orgasm. 

"Enough, enough, I can't take any more," she said. 

I switched the power off just as a third orgasm started.

It was Bridie's turn to have another shower.

We relaxed in and around the pool for the rest of the day.

That night Jon took us all to a disco. Louise didn't feel too bad skimpily dressed because it was dark, but she did complain that it was too easy for the men to grope her because of her lack of underwear. Bridie and me looked at each other and both together said, 

"We're not complaining," and laughed.

Well, that's about all the interesting things that happened that holiday. Louise did manage to cheer-up a little, but even though she saw, Jon fucking both Bridie and me before we went back to England, Louise kept her virginity. 

Jon, Bridie and myself all agree that we still have some work to do with Louise.

Love,

V



Village



They finished their drinks as they sat in the sun, the wooden table hot to the touch, despite the shade given by the parasol. They’d got there late morning, it was only an hour so to drive there, and he remembered the way even though he’d not been there in years. They spent some time just sightseeing, the village was small as he remembered it, a green with two statues on it, surrounded by a few shops, a pub, and the church. And then they’d gone for a drink and something to eat.

She looked stunning in the sun, her hair catching the shimmers, and she was dressed as he’d asked her, a simple top, a skirt, long, to her knees. And he knew what she was wearing underneath too, he watched her dress in the hotel that morning, his eyes gazing intently as the body that he’d got to discover over the last few days was concealed. First the black thong, then the bra, then the skirt then the blouse. Both could sense the anticipation as she dressed, both knew that there would be time and time and time again for him to enjoy her body more, and often, the giving of pleasure to her so essential to him. And he was dressed simply too, boxer shorts, jeans, a loose T-shirt, untucked.

They talked of anything and everything, conversation coming easily to them as it always did, both touching as and when they could, hands on hands, on arms, on shoulders. Every once in a while her hand would reach for his hair, and just stroke through it gently, or she’d rub the back of her hand gently on his cheek. 

The garden of the bar where they sat was secluded, quiet, it was a mid-week mid-afternoon after all. The table where they sat was a typical picnic table, wooden, with benches down both sides, and they sat side by side. He suddenly became aware just how quiet it was, how alone they were and he looked at her, conversation stopping briefly. He moved, his legs straddling the bench, leading her to do the same so they could sit facing each other, and his hands reached up to cup her face, pulling her gently to him, kissing her, lips touching. Both felt their breathing quicken, both wanted more. He looked again, glances over his shoulder, the garden still empty, and he looked at her, eyes on fire. His hands slid lower, just cupping her breasts through her top, thumbs flicking over the nipples, his eyes gazing at hers, staring deep into them. Her breathing growing more stilted, the danger of where they were, what he was doing adding to the pleasure for both. He slid a hand lower again, eyes still holding hers, working at the hem of her skirt, lifting it, underneath, finding the warmth of her leg, gentle, soft caresses, sliding higher, higher, till he could rub his hand over the cotton of her panties. And all the time his eyes held the gaze of hers, as his touch got more daring, one thumb still flicking at her nipple, making it stand proud, the other pushing against her panties, against her pussy.

He leant forward, whispering to her, telling her he wanted her, to make love to her, wanted to please her. That they should go, walk out into the country, he knew the place well was sure he could find somewhere quiet, secluded, somewhere they could please each other in the warmth of the sun. He leant forward and kissed her one last time, and as he did he quickly dipped a finger under the cotton of her panties, sliding it into her, then taking it from her, offering it to her lips so she could catch her own scent, before raising it to his own mouth, licking it quickly. Then took her hands and pulled her to her feet, holding her hand as he led the way back to the car, opening the door for her, guiding her in, then climbing in himself. Driving away, down the hill, past the pub where he was brought up, then right at the bottom, up the steep hill, past houses, getting fewer as they drove further into the country, roads narrowing as the woods got deeper, till finally he parked in a small lay-by.

He told her to stay there, while he moved to her side of the car, opening the door, and crouching down next to her while she sat. His hands reached for her, caressing her, touching her, again touching her nipples, pinching them through her top, pulling her legs wide, his hand immediately sliding under her skirt, reaching quickly for her pussy again, his body trembling as the need to make contact with her body again takes control of him. His hand finds its goal, fingers working at her through the cotton, the heat and the warmth so apparent on his fingers. Wanting more, his lips find hers, kissing her, tongue searching for hers, his busy fingers ducking under the material of her thong, and burying themselves deep in her wetness, taking her breath with the suddenness of his movement. His hand quickens, fingers plunging back and forth, faster and faster, and then, slowing, pace dropping, breaking the kiss, staring at her with his fingers still inside her, then reaching for her arm, he moves her, his hand reluctantly sliding from her cunt as she stands. He pulls her close to him, holds her, her head tight to his shoulder, then takes her hand, grabs a blanket from the back of the car, and then leads the way.

Along a narrow path they go, getting cooler as they head deeper into the woods, they start climbing, a gentle hill and a narrow track, winding between trees and bushes. He takes a step back and walks behind her, loving the sight of her as she climbs in front of him. He reaches for her, stops her, lifts her skirt and tucks it into her panties, revealing her ass, the thong separating the cheeks, and then lets her walk again, watching the beauty of her as she strolls ahead of him. 

Finally, he takes her hand and leads her from the path, into the depths of the woods, sun finding its way through leaves, him walking at her side, arms round each other, his hand cupping her ass, fingers warm, playing, moulding the soft skin, so lovely. And at last, they’re in a small clearing, trees surround them, silence except for the bird song and the rustle of the wind in the branches. He lays the blanket gently on the ground, then hold his arms out for her, pulling her so close to him, just holding her, feeling the softness of her in his arms, needing her. She pulls back slightly, her hands reaching for his head, tipping it down she kisses him very gently, once, on the tip of his nose, and they smile at each other, a smile of such warmth and understanding. 

No words needed now, still both standing, he reaches down and pulls her top over her head, watching closely as the beauty of her breasts are revealed, reaching behind her, his nimble fingers unclasp her bra and pull it slowly from her, letting it slide off her shoulders, then down and off, dropping to the floor, her nipples so dark, so beautiful, already hard, standing firm. Her hands quickly do the same for him, lifting his T-shirt up and off, and with both now naked from the waist up, they hold each other again, so tight, close, naked skin pressed warm, both shivering at the contact, both wanting this, holding the moment, believing at last it is actually happening.

And now kissing again, lips firm against each other, hands slowly moving on each other, exploring, touching, she slides from the kiss, her lips finding his neck, moving, gentle, lower, across his chest, finding one of his nipples and sucking deep on it, his sudden gasp a mark of the pleasure it brings. She moves her mouth quickly to the other nipple, doing the same, hand touching and stroking at him, still gentle, still slow, still loving, but wanting all the same.

She kneels before him, sliding lower kissing across his stomach, and he looks down at her as she explores yet more, hands rubbing across his thighs, touching him through his jeans, his stiffness so apparent, yet teasing a little, fingers sliding round, but not touching, till finally she starts to place little kisses on his cock through the material of his trousers, already hard, her touch causes him to twitch, wanting release, but letting her take the lead. And still her fingers and mouth work, using them to define the shape of him, the length of him through his jeans, the bulge so strong, so apparent. She looks up at him, eyes pleading, and he nods once at her, his own eyes returning the need. Her quick fingers undo his trousers, buttons moving, hands sliding them down and over his thighs, and he gasped as her cool touch found the opening to his boxers, pulling his cock through and out into the open, watching her intently as she placed gentle little kisses on the tip, echoing what she’d done to his nose just minutes before.

He reached down to hold her head, fingers playing with her hair as he let her pleasure him, desperate to grab her and just fuck her mouth, but knowing the pleasures would be intensified by letting her lead. And she was wonderful, fingers cupping his balls, then sliding up the length of him, her lips tickling across his skin, so soft, she moves back slightly, lifts herself, and grabbing her breasts wrapped them tight round him, and he watched as his cock was enveloped in such beauty, providing a sensation unlike anything he’d felt before. And still she did more, making it better all the time, lifting herself gently up and down, the tip of his cock appearing and disappearing from between her breasts, and then finally, dipping her head gently, so as at each appearance of the tip of his cock, she could just quickly dart her tongue at it, stabbing at the most sensitive part, knowing the effect this was having, driving him wild. Too much for him, as much as he wanted to cum, he knew he needed to wait, he gently pulls away from her, his eyes smiling at her, reassuring her. Moving to her side and spinning her round, her on all fours, he quickly undid her skirt, pulling it from her, and then just gazing at her beauty as she knelt before him, her ass raised high, thong still tucked snugly against her, her breasts so full, so beautiful. She looked stunning, gorgeous, and he wanted to please her.

His fingers reached for the thong, gently hooking under the material, he lifted it, pulled it away from her, and then up, using his other hand to slip the material in between the lips of her pussy, pulling tighter still, and rubbing it gently back and forth, till finally he pulled it off her and away, slow, finally revealing her body completely, leaving her on all fours as he quickly pulled off the remnants of his own clothing before kneeling at her side, hands touching as he pulled her close to him, their naked bodies sliding together, legs and arms entwining as they tried to get every inch of skin in contact. Again he kissed her, harder now, lips pressing, tongue searching, and his hands slid quickly over her, pushing her onto her back, climbing on her, between her thighs, watching her eyes as he broke the kiss again, his cock finding its way in the heat and wetness of her pussy. And he just stayed there, still, inside her, not moving other than the pulsing from his cock, his erection, so hard, being as close to her as it was humanly possible, hands beneath her, levering every inch inside her.

But they needed each other, needed the pleasure as well as the senses, and both knew it was time, to make love, to enjoy each other, pleasure each other. He started to move, hips rising, thrusting, his cock sliding easily in and out of her, his pace changing all the time, sudden fast bursts followed by a slower action, measuring his length, pulling out to the point where he almost left her, then plunging hard back in. She was so wet now, they could hear the noise his cock made as he fucked inside her, and he wanted to taste that wetness, quick movements, the disappointment in her eyes as his cock left her quickly replaced by pleasure as his mouth found her pussy, his tongue lapping at its wetness, drinking from her, loving it, adoring the taste of her, the pleasure that he could bring her, wanting to do anything for her. His fingers moved and worked too, dipping deep inside her, pulling her cunt lips wide while his tongue stabbed at her clit, soaking them in her juice till finally he slides just one finger into her tightest hole, pushing it back and forth, hearing her gasp and moan and sigh as his busy fingers and tongue take her to the very edge.

They have all afternoon, they will make love again, but now they need each other, both have to cum. His tongue working so fast now, licking at her clit, finding it, swirling round it, his lips pulling it into his mouth, stretching it as his tongue works on it. His fingers finding their way back and forth in her pussy, one still buried in her ass, and holding her so tight, so very tight as the orgasm finally takes her, rips through her, her body trembling, screaming as every nerve responds to his movements his actions. His tongue and fingers working and touching and caressing as wave after wave crashes through her, till finally the trembles subside, she holds his shoulders and pulls her back to him, up over him, wanting him now, needing for him to have his turn, his pleasure.

He slides so easily back inside her, her cunt so wet, and his moves are now quick, measured, no need to play now, just a need to please and to be pleased, to be wanted and cared for. His hands slide to her face, cupping her, his eyes fixed on her as his breathing quickens, his features contort as the pleasure overtakes him. Her eyes on fire watching him, knowing it is her body that is having this effect, and not just her body, her whole being, her very specialness, helping create this moment. The two of them, naked, in the sunshine, wanting, making love in the midst of the trees and the cooling breeze, their cries of pleasure heard by no one but themselves, but still the sense of danger at what they do.

And finally, one last gasp, one last push as every inch of him fills her, and he cums, his body shuddering as he spurts deep inside her, his cock pulsing and trembling as streams of cum take her, both still with their eyes fixed on each other, in awe of the moment, the beauty of it all.

And as the shudders subside, as the breathing shallows and returns to normal, so he slides from her, to her side, and pulls her close to him, him on his back, her on her side, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, both so safe, so warm, so caring… 



Village



Living in the Midlands, in a rural village, most would say was not an exciting lifestyle, with just two pubs a few shops and the post office, but we do have beautiful countryside to amble through, good friends and neighbours. My husband David, has a small business locally, which has kept us in a style we enjoy, I would call it comfortable. Our sex life has always been once or twice a week, and very basic, which had suited us both.

I suppose it was about two years ago when I turned forty-three years old, I started noticing changes in my needs. I had a dildo hidden in my drawer for quite a while, and I used it maybe once every three months, but suddenly it became once a week and some mornings I would wake up with erotic thoughts in my mind and I would play with myself until I had an orgasm. 

My next-door neighbor, Rebecca was a good friend and we would have morning coffee together twice a week and chat about everything. Sex had rarely come up in our conversations, but one morning I was feeling hornier than usual, she was about same age as me, and I asked her if her sexual libido has increased as she entered her forties.

"Not you as well Julia? It happened when Paul (husband) asked me to shave my pubes off; he loved the look so much he could not stop touching me and fucking me, and of course, the more he did, the hornier I became, now I have a box full of toys as well." 

"Maybe I should do the same, do you think about other men as well in your fantasies." I replied.

"Older men, young boys, even other women, my imagination knows no bounds." She said laughing. 

I walked back home, ran a bath, and while that was filling, trimmed off as much as I could with scissors, then soaked in the bath with a new razor and very carefully got myself clean shaven. I got out of the bath and dried myself, soothed the skin with some body lotion and stood in front of the full length mirror to admire the new look. I started to touch myself, and was amazed how clearly I could see my clit coming out, how wet I was, my nipples that are large, seemed to be stretching out even more, I was so sexually hot. I quickly laid on the bed with my knees raised, leaned over and got my dildo from the drawer, switched in on and teased my clit until I was trembling and then inserted it inside myself, imaging it was a cock pulsating inside of me. I could not wait to show David, and hoping it would make him, as hot as I felt.

We went to bed as usual around ten pm, as soon as we settled down, I grabbed his hand and put it on my pussy to see his reaction.

"You shaved you pubes, why? Is it to keep cooler in the summer?" He asked. 

'Yes dear." I replied, feeling a bit let down. I turned over and went to sleep, still with an image of a man touching, sucking and fucking me. 

I woke up to a bright summer's day, putting on just shorts and a T-shirt, I grabbed a coffee and sat outside on the patio with my list of things to get sorted, first of which was to telephone Adrian, the local handyman, to fit a new light unit in the kitchen, David was supposed to do it but never seemed to get around to any of these little household jobs. I spoke to Adrian, told him I already had the unit and it just needed fitted. Fortunately, he was working nearby and would arrive in about an hour.

"Good morning Julia." Adrian called out as he came through the back gate with steps and tool bag in hand. 

'Good to see you Adrian would you like some tea before or after the job." 

"I always have a cuppa and a cigarette after the job." He said with a smirk on his face.

Adrian was a powerfully built man with a great sense of humour and often made jokes with a sexual innuendo, he often gave me compliment about my big blue eyes and my slim figure and I always enjoyed the banter between us. Within an hour, the new unit was fitted and we sat down at the kitchen table to have some tea. 

"Adrian can I borrow your steps to put these old recipe book with my others on the top of the cabinets and I need to get a few down as well."

"Sure, let me hold the bottom of them, to keep it steady."

I grabbed the books and went up the steps; I needed to be slightly more to the right, I put one foot on the countertop, leaving one foot on the steps while I looked through the old books to see which ones needed to come down, not even realizing that my legs were open and Adrian had a perfect view up my shorts, and without underwear could see my pussy quite clearly. 

"That's beautiful, sorry I cannot resist." I heard Adrian say. 

I felt his hand touch my leg at the bottom of my shorts and creep up my leg slowly until his fingers were touching my labia lips, I froze, my heart was pounding as his fingers starting rubbing my clit, one, then two fingers went inside me. I flooded, soaking Adrian's hand.

"Don't stop, bring me off." I called out. 

I was clinging to the top of the cabinet as the orgasm hit me like a bolt of electric going through me; I was scared I was going to fall of the steps.

"You taste good." 

I looked down at Adrian to see him licking my juices off his hand. He help me down the down the steps and sat back down to drink his tea. I went to the sink, facing away from him trying to get some composure back. I mumbled.

"More tea Adrian." I said and turned toward him.

"Yes please. And show me those." He said pointing at my chest.

I looked down, to see my nipples really sticking out, I lifted my T-shirt, my breast are not large but very firm, with nipples that grow a lot when stimulated, I used my hands to stroke them, as he watched, he stood up, picked me up and sat me on the countertop. He licked and sucked both with great vigour, which again I really enjoyed.

"Can I do something for you Adrian," I whimpered as he sucked.

"Same time tomorrow you can, I have to come back to replace your wall switch." 

I sat back in my chair cradling my cup of tea after he left, reliving the pleasure and excitement I just had, knowing there was going to be more tomorrow, the tingle was already there. The next twenty hours thankfully flew by, deciding what to wear was difficult, I decided on just a long T-shirt, it was another hot day so it did not look to forward, I needed to make it obvious I need to be fucked though. At three pm I heard him whistling as he came through the kitchen door with a new switch in his hand. 

"Afternoon Julia, this will not take a minute, you can watch and learn." He said, laughing. 

He replaced the old switch and without saying a word turned toward me, pulled my T-shirt up and off, picked me up and sat me on the kitchen counter again, leaned down grabbed my ankle and lifted them to his shoulders bent down taking my whole pussy in his mouth while battering my clit with his tongue. I leaned back and pulled his head into me, but my fucking need was overpowering.

"Fuck me Adrian, now!"

Adrian stood up, dropped his trouser and stepped between my legs, his cock was sticking straight up, and very hard, I grabbed it with my hand and bent it down to slide it straight in my wetness, I could feel every bulging vein as it entered me. There was no finesse in this fuck; it was pure lust on both our parts. My juices were flowing madly as Adrian just kept slamming into me and at the same time pulling and twisting my nipples to the point of real pain, which made this fuck all the more enjoyable. I wrapped my legs around him circling his waist and pulling him harder into me just as I felt him start to cum; I could feel every spurt that flowed deep inside of me. I held onto him even after he stopped, just to keep the feeling of a cock inside of me and to let my orgasms slowly die down. Adrian withdrew after my legs stopped holding him. Then stepped back and quickly pulled his trousers up.

"Thank Julia. That was hot and steamy sex at its best. Was it a one off?"

"I have regular needs, Can you help?" I said smiling at him.

"I did notice your outside tap need replacing, give me a call when you NEED that fixing, we do not want to have it dripping for too long." He replied. 

I nodded in agreement and the innuendo was not lost on me. Adrian grabbed his tools and left, as I headed for a hot shower and a nap, I was exhausted, but fulfilled for the moment. I slept well that night and the next day was a shopping day so things that are more mundane were on my mind. By the following day, my mind has started to wander again; I was sunning myself in the garden in the afternoon, wearing just panties trying to get a little tan, my hand of course was inside my panties stroking myself as my mind was thinking of cocks as usual, until I snapped awake hearing a voice say.

"Can I help you with that?" I looked up to see Rebecca staring at me.

"Yes." I stammered.

A woman has never sexually touched me before, nor had I ever touched a woman, but my pussy was aching to be touched by anybody at that moment. Rebecca leaned over the sun lounger and pulled my panties off. She leaned over me to reach my sun oil and applied it all over my body with smooth strokes, as soon as she touched my nipples they leapt up to greet her touch and she applied lots of oil to them, her hands then went down toward my stomach and continued down to my lust pot. The moment her finger touched my clit and went inside me, I felt a jolt of ecstasy through my body, causing me to thrust my hips upwards off the bed and give me more penetration of her fingers inside of me. She pulled her hand away after a minute and moved to the bottom of the sun lounger. Opening my legs wider she got her head between my legs, and started to tantalize my clit with her tongue, at the same time two of her slim finger penetrated inside of me and began thrusting in and out while her other hand reached up to tease my nipples. 

"Oh Rebecca! You are so good at this." I whispered.

Eventually I had my third orgasm at Rebecca's hand, and I lay back totally exhausted. Rebecca got up and lay next to me on the other sun lounger; we laid there in silence for five minutes before Rebecca got up and said.

"Sorry got to go, work to be done, I hope you enjoyed that experience, perhaps you will do the same for me sometime!" 

"Thank you so much, I really did enjoy it, I am not sure if I can do the same for you, but I will certainly try sometime. 

I was starting to notice a pattern in my cycle of lust; it seemed that my body needed fucking every two days to keep me satisfied and sure enough two days later, the urges resurfaced, it would have to be David. As soon as we went to bed, I run my hand down his body and started to wank him, which fortunately got him going, I got him hard, went down on him, and sucked his balls, my pussy was already flooding so I moved up on him and sat astride him. Lowering myself on him, his cock went fully home as I controlled the pace, slowly at first, then building up speed until I could feel him getting close to cumming then slowing down again, until he could hold it no longer and he unloaded inside of me with three thrusts, mashing against my clit, which gave me my desire relief.

"Wow Julia, you are a bit rampant tonight, you're not usually that wet and horny, but I do love the new smooth look and feel."

"Must be the warm weather." I said as I rolled off him. We both slept well that night. 

Two days later I was ready and needed fucking again, I had already phoned Adrian but he was working two villages away, and Rebecca was not at home. My plastic friend will have to do today I thought, perhaps later this afternoon. Midday came and feeling a bit overheated sitting outside reading. I was just about to go upstairs for a cool shower and a change of clothes, when the doorbell rang, I opened it to find young Ben, who was the oldest son of one of David's employees, we had met at various functions but I hardly knew him.

"Sorry to bother you," he said. "Your husband asked me to come over and clear the attics of old boxes and rubbish he has been storing up there." 

"Thank you Ben, he did mention sometime ago, by all means go ahead, I hope they are old clothes you are wearing its very dusty and dirt up there.

"Yes just old short and T-shirt." He said smiling.

I led him to the attic entrance and let him get on with it, I decided to go back outside and sun myself again while Ben brought all the rubbish down. Two hours later Ben appeared in the garden absolutely covered in dust and dirt and filthy. 

"All done, I made a pile down the side of the house and will get a van in a few days to take it away."

"Ben! You cannot go home like that, come and take a shower, while I rinse your clothes out. Follow me." 

I led him to the bathroom, he passed his clothes out by cracking the door open, I took them and put them all in the washer, then went back to the bathroom to see how he was doing. The fact there was a naked man/boy in there with a cock had already gone through my mind, 'How old was he' flashed through my mind, but the lust in me was coming to the fore as I opened the bathroom door. The shower was a large one with two showerheads and clear glass panels, I had expected with the hot water to see the panels steamed up but they were clear, he was using just cold water. Ben saw me enter and coved his cock with his hand.

"I cannot get the hot water to come through," he said with his hand still covering his manhood.

"Let me show you." I said with a huge smile on my face.

I opened the shower door and stepped in, I adjusting the thermostatic valve until the water was the right temperature of course my clothes were getting soaked.

"I might as well join you, plenty of room." I said as I took all of my clothes off and threw them out of the shower.

"I will soap you; you can soap me, afterwards."

I started on his back with a sponge and the liquid soap and worked down his legs.I then told him to turn round as I stood up to start on his chest, his hands were still covering his cock, so I told him to raise him arms, and it came in too view, and a very nice one it was too, sticking straight out as solid as a rock. I washed down over his stomach and from there, went to his feet and worked back up his legs. At this point, I was on my knees in front of him, I took his lovely cock in my hand and I could feel the throbbing of his hardness in my hand, I slowly washed and played with it, knowing it was going to end up inside of me. 

"Turn around and wash all the soap off." I said. 

Ben turned fully around and came back to the same position, The water washing all the soap off him as he turned, he was still hard as ever as I put my mouth around him and sucked him and cupped his balls, my tongue twirling around the end. In less than one minute he was jetting his cum into my throat, I swallowed as fast as I could to get my protein. Ben kept thanking me as I released his cock from my mouth.

"There had better be more in you." I said. He smiled. 

We finished in the shower and stepped out to dry each other. Once dried, Ben leaned in too kiss me very tenderly, but my interest was in the fact that his cock was hard again and pressing into my stomach. I sat him down on the toilet seat and got astride his legs and lowered myself down on his erection, his mouth latched on to my left nipple and he sucked and twirled it before also attending to the right one.

"You have such big nipples, I cannot resist them," he whispered 

My juices were flowing madly as I felt him go fully home with his beautiful your hard cock throbbing inside of me. It put me in heaven as I increased the pace of my lunging up and down. My first orgasm came as he entered me, the second was on its way, and I felt him getting ready to explode his young seed inside of me. I could feel his heart pumping in his chest and then he came with such force, I had to hold onto him, it seemed to never stop pumping inside of me and my second orgasm came while he was forcing it all inside of me.

We stopped moving to get our breath back, before I jumped back in the shower to clean up again. I came out and Ben was still sitting there, I reminded him that this must be a secret and he must not tell anybody, he agreed, and then asked.

"Will this ever happen again?" 

"Leave me your cell number and I will text you with the code 'service required' if I need you again." Then I added, "I probably will." 

I retrieved Ben's clothes from the washer/dryer, he dressed and left. I started to prepare dinner feeling the day had been a great success and I was sated again for a while. The following day was mainly a shopping day for me, which meant a trip to the next town, and really takes ups the whole day. But my day was improved when I got home to find a message left by Adrian on the answering machine apologizing for not be able to make it sooner but he would be over the next day to repair the dripping tap.

The following morning I was ready, really ready for Adrian's 7up bottle, my nickname for his cock, it was a good seven inches and wide as a bottle and fitted my pussy so well.

I was walking down the stair with a bundle of washing to put in the washer and saw Adrian arrive him but was annoyed to see his young helper Tim with him and could not help but wonder if this was going to ruin my day. They both walked into the kitchen, sat down asked for a cuppa. I poured them both tea, and continued to load the washing machine, I finished and returned to the kitchen, Tim had finished his tea and Adrian sent him outside to repair the dripping tap. Adrian stood up and dragged me toward the laundry room, with one pull, he had my short around my ankles, and I stepped out of them Adrian lifted me up and sat me on the corner of the washing machine.

"Time to plug this leak, or would you prefer it up your arse today," he said laughing. 

"Your far too big for me, find me somebody smaller for that entry." I said smiling, but meant it. 

He dropped his shorts and stepped in between my legs with his 7up standing up, hard and ready, I was already so aroused I felt like I was steaming, With the vibration of the washer moving sided to side it took him a few second to get fully in me, and when he did, the washer took over the movement; neither of us had to move anything. It was the perfect pace; I was leaning back slightly, with my eyes closed, with my legs around Adrian hips holding him into me as the vibration continued. I suddenly opened my eyes when I heard a sound to see my neighbor Rebecca, standing in the doorway watching us. 

She was wearing a white dress, which was lifted to the waist allowing her to play with her clit as she watched. 

"Join in." I said softly to her."

Rebecca came behind Adrian and reached around and played with is balls, squeezing them gently and trying without much success to get her hands on me. Young Tim suddenly appeared in the doorway and quickly assessed the situation it seemed. He grabbed Rebecca and moved her over to the dryer, which was alongside the washer, and bent her body over it, pulled her dress up over her waist and was pleased to see she had no panties on. He opened her legs while dropping his shorts, and thrust straight into her pussy which was obviously as wet as mine was earlier. He slowly, but with pressure pumped into her and she gasped with every push. 

Adrian and I were fascinated; we just watched them as the vibrating washer continue to stimulate us both in a wonderful slow pace. Tim suddenly reached over to a bottle of Fairy liquid on the shelf above the dryer and poured the soapy liquid between the crack of Rebecca's arse. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and nudged her ass with his erection while holding her arse cheeks apart.

"Very slowly." she called out.

It took me a few moments to understand what was happening as I was studying Tim's cock; it was about the same length as Adrian's, but a lot slimmer. Tim slowly got his cock all the way inside of her and from the noises she was making she was thoroughly filled.




Village



"I could take his cock up my arse." I whispered to Adrian.

"I will arrange it." He said smiling.

Adrian started to pump into me as his ball started to fill and I held him tight preparing for the cum storm to blast inside of me, which came a few seconds later and another orgasms flowed over me as he came. We stay connected and continued to watch Rebecca and Tim in action. This in itself was rather exciting, I had never realized before how erotic it was to watch others fuck. I leaned to the side to hold Rebecca's hand and stroke the hair from her face. Eventually Adrian withdrew from me and we both just watched Tim continue to fuck Rebecca in her arse. We could see his breathing get heavy and they both trembled as his cum filled her arse to overflowing.

"You are hired as my regular arse fucker," said Rebecca.

"I have to test him before you get it again. What is your mobile number Tim" I protested and quickly wrote his cell phone number down. With that, Adrian and Tim pulled up their shorts and went back to work. Rebecca and I discussed the event as soon as they left. I learnt that Adrian had fucked here about a year ago, just the once though, she said that she preferred the younger guys like Tim anyway I agreed with her, not wanting to admit any hard cock suited me very well.

A minute later David walked through the door catching us chatting still in the laundry room still talking, fortunately, Rebecca never had her clothes removed and although my shorts were on the floor, my long T-shirt hid my nakedness and sore pussy from his sight.

"You are home early darling!" I said.

"I thought I would have an afternoon in the sunshine, what have you girls been up to," he said. 

"Just playing with the washer and dryer. It's what we girls do." I replied, we all laughed, with Rebecca staring me straight in the eye and agreeing with me.

Rebecca headed off home while David went upstairs to change his clothes for relaxing. I ran to the bathroom, grabbing my shorts from the floor and enjoyed a quick shower before joining David on the patio we talked about the usual household things until I suddenly blurted out.

"Have you ever wanted to fuck me in the arse, Rebecca brought up the subject and I had no idea on your thoughts on the subject." David eyes were bulging with the shock of the question.

"I never have brought the idea up as I thought you may find the idea horrific, but if you really want to know, then the answer is yes." David said, still looking shocked at the suggestion.

"You may be getting a treat later tonight then." I said as I left David to go back inside to get dinner ready for later. I looked back at him and he was still looking shocked. 

Dinner was eaten in pretty much silence as David had the treat on his mind and straight after dinner, I suggested an early night. We went to our bedroom and David was on the top of the bed naked, within seconds, I spent some time in the bathroom, picking up a tube of KY jelly for a lubricant from the cabinet. David was lying on his side holding his cock as I returned. I gave him the KY and told him to smear his cock and put some on my arse entry hole, I lay on my stomach with a pillow under my stomach to raise my arse in the air while using one finger then two, he lubricated the entry point, preparing my arse for his cock. David got in position and run his cock up and down my crack; with his excitement, he was slow in finding the entry. Nevertheless, find it, he did, and with a gentle push he got the first inch inside me, I adjusted my position for comfort and said. 

"Push a bit more in please."

With the extra inch inside me, I could really feel it; my pussy was soaking the bed as my excitement grew. David slowed pumped the a few inches in and out of me until I raised my arse sharply and the whole length went into me, and filled me up. David grabbed my hair and started to pump in faster and faster while pulling my hair as if he was pulling a horse's mane. I never realised anal sex could be so good, as orgasm after orgasm swept over me, David continued to pound my arse for what seemed like another ten minutes before he pumped his seed deep inside me. He collapsed with exhaustion and fell on top of me, then laid there until he got his breath back and rolled off me. I dashed to the bathroom to wash off the cum that was running down my leg. I returned to the bedroom.

"That was wonderful darling, can we do that again, You do seen to be getting much more horny lately, what is causing that?" he asked. 

"Of course we can sweetheart, you can have whatever you like, It's definitely the warm weather its gets me hot in many ways. I hope you still have enough energy to suck my clit for a while before you go to sleep?" I asked. 

I laid back while he licked me to more orgasms, while my mind was thinking that the weekend was ahead of us, I needed to think who I would like to have on Monday. 

Of course, it had to be Tim. He was the fresh meat, I had decided this on Sunday and had texted his cell asking him to call over at midday on Monday for games if he could make it. He never replied. so it was a waiting game. David had left for work at 7am and I was pottering around the kitchen at 10am still in my silk pajamas. I was on the telephone with my Mother-in Law when Tim came through the open back door into the kitchen two hours early, and sat at the table. I mouthed to him that I would be a few minutes to which he mouthed back for me to drop my pajama bottoms, I ignored this and turned away to finish my conversation ten minutes later I ended the call and turned back to Tim, smiling.

"In future, when I want to see your cunt, you show me, do you understand!" He said angrily. "Now get over my knee for your punishment!"

I laid over his knee, feeling quite excited at this new thing, he pulled my pajamas down and off and smacked my arse five times with the flat of his hand, and it certainly stung. However, it also got me dripping again and desperate for a cock inside me. 

"I am sorry Tim; I will show you whatever you want, any time in the future." I blurted out.

"That's good! Now what can I do for you today?"

"The same as Rebecca had last week please Tim. Would you like some coffee first?'

While we drank our coffee, I telephone Rebecca asking to come over in twenty minutes exactly, she agreed. I was in the mood to repay a favour. I suggested to Tim that we use the living room, he dragged me in there he pushed me down do I was kneeling facing the sofa, with my arm folded resting on the sofa seat edge, not forgetting to put the tube of KY at my side.

"I am going to fuck your cunt, and then your arse, you horny bitch!" Tim said quite aggressively.

I was quite enjoying this hard man approach from him, he had always seems a quiet boy before, but his true colors were coming out. I was just getting relaxed while Tim was rubbing his cock up and down my pussy, while holding it with his hand.

"Get it in!" I called out. "Oh my God!' escaped from my lips.

Tim has plunged his cock fully home in one lunge knocking the air out of me, and forcing my pussy to become a super wet tunnel, as the first orgasm flowed like electric through me, my internal muscles gripped his cock as firm as they could, thankfully he slowed down allowing me to savor the intense feeling I was having.

"What the fuck! A bit early for this, can I join in."

I turned to see Rebecca standing in the doorway watching the show. I motioned for her to join in by waggling my tongue at here. She got the message immediately and dropped her skirt and panties walked over to the sofa already rubbing her clit. She jumped on the sofa her legs either side of my head; she held my cheeks softly and pushed herself forward until my mouth was in line up with her pussy.

Meanwhile Tim was still pumping my pussy, the appearance of Rebecca not bothering him at all. While Tim had been fucking me, his fingers had been getting my arse ready for the next stage, I suddenly felt empty as he pulled out of me, but within a few seconds, I felt his cock nudging my arse, with the help of all the KY his whole cock went into me. I gasped as my body was pushed forward leaving my face pressing against Rebecca's, wide-open pussy. She was holding her labia lips wide open and I immediately pushed my tongue inside her, as far as I could.

"Yes, more." Rebecca called out. 

My tongue was teasing Rebecca's clit; Tim was fucking my arse, what a great Monday morning I thought to myself. I manage to get three fingers inside of Rebecca and I matched Tim's pushing into my arse with my finger fucking of Rebecca. I felt Tim getting near his orgasm and squeezed my arse cheeks as tight as I could, this had the desired effect, and he poured his seed into me. I shuddered with an orgasm as he pulled out of me, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but my whole concentration was now on Rebecca who was starting to buck about, reaching an orgasm every few minutes it seemed, she held my head between her legs as tightly as she could. Neither of us heard Tim leaving until he said.

"Bye, enjoy yourselves ladies, I will call you later!"

Both Rebecca and I mumbled and continued with our action, my face was soaked with Rebecca's juices. A few minutes later she was thrashing about completely lost in her own satisfaction, she pushed me away, closed her legs and let out a huge sigh! 

"Oh my god, it's never been that good before!" she sighed again. 

Rebecca sat back in the sofa, now I needed something. I unbuttoned my silk pajamas top and sat astride her.

"Suck my nipples until it hurts." I demanded. 

She smiled and happily complied. We spent the next hour playing with each other in every way we could think of, and finished our session washing each other in the shower. That night I slept like never before, fully sated in every way. 

EPILOGUE

The situation now nearly two years later, not a lot has changed, my needs are just as great, and I get what I need.

David is much more adventurous in our sex life, and never seems to be too tired as he was at one time. Although he still wonders what caused the changes in me. 

Rebecca and I share Tim, usually one a week for our double dip fuck, followed by a session of girl/girl action, Tim often stays behind to watch if he can.

Adrian (7up) is still the best pure fuck. The feeling of that huge cock inside of me is just pure magic, and we have fucked in every part of the house, as well as his van and even in a snowy field in the winter.

Ben with his lovely cock, I just love to suck him dry every week, he so appreciates 

it, and so long lasting with his fucking, a true joy. Now there is talk of him bringing two young friends, a couple, along to join in. It does sound interesting.

END.



Village Bike



1)

I was excited. I was just about to have sex for the first time in more than a month. I was having trouble finding lovers. This new man, Gary, was older than me. He had a paunch but it wasn't that bad. He was pretty good looking for 50. I was 42 and better than average looking but somehow all of my prospects had disappeared. Gary was the first new man to show interest in me in months.

We opened the door to the house and Gary patted my ass familiarly. I smiled at him and we kissed briefly. I was getting really hot. We headed up the stairs and then I heard noises.

"Shit," I said under my breath.

As we got closer to the bedroom it was obvious that someone was having sex in our bed. I tried to steer Gary towards the spare room but he poked his head inside the master bedroom to see what was going on. I had no real choice but to follow.

My husband, Keith, was giving it to a young blonde woman. I'd never seen this person before. We live in a small town and I know almost everybody. She definitely wasn't local. She was gorgeous. She looked to be 21 or 22. She had huge tits that were flopping around madly as Keith pounded into her from the rear. The rest of her body was perfect. She was a walking wet dream, but my husband was awake and showing her what it's like to get fucked by a master.

"Oooohhhhh God Keith. Fuck me honey. Aaaaggghhhhhh."

I glanced over at Gary. His eyes were fixated on the young lady's huge titties. I couldn't blame him. They looked amazing.

I looked up at my husband. He gave me a nod and continued pounding into his latest conquest. Then he nodded at Gary.

"OOooohhhhh Keith. It feels so good. Fuck my ass Keith. Aaaaagggghhhh."

I tugged on Gary and we left the bedroom. I closed the door firmly.

"Gary honey, we can use the spare room."

Gary turned to me and blushed.

"I think I better get going. Sorry Molly."

"We can try the living room couch downstairs Gary."

I was desperate to get fucked. I pulled in Gary for a kiss and fondled his cock lightly.

"Sorry Molly. I knew you were married and everything, but this just doesn't feel right. I better go."

Gary escaped my clutches and left. I found myself in a familiar situation. I opened the door to the bedroom a crack and watched my husband fuck a beautiful woman. My fingers were very busy but somehow I was never satisfied. The young lady sure was. She made that abundantly clear as she came loudly. The acoustics of the room and the way the furniture was arranged made it easy for me to hear most of the conversations between Keith and his lovers. They were cuddling.

"Oh Keith, I never knew an ass fuck could be so awesome. When can we do this again?"

"I thought you had to get back to school Karen honey."

"Yes, but it's not that far. It's only an hour and a half away. I'm sure we can work something out Keith."

"You remember, I'm married right?" 

"Oh yes, was that your wife there?"

"Yes, that was her."

"She looked pretty good Keith."

"That was never Molly's problem Karen. She always looked good."

"How about Saturday Keith?"

"You know I also fuck other women too right? Not just you and my wife."

"Oh Keith, I don't care who else you fuck. I just want this to happen again."

"OK, come by Saturday around 1 O'clock honey. No earlier please."

"Oh goodie!"

They smooched for a while and then Keith fucked her hard again. She was even louder the second time. I had taken the afternoon off work so I could be with Gary so I just went down and watched some soaps.

Karen left at 3:30. Keith was always careful that his lovers never crossed paths with our son. Keith poked his head into the family room.

"Do you want a snack Molly?"

"No Keith, thank you honey."

He just nodded at me and went back to fix a snack.

I couldn't help thinking to myself. "How did it come to this?"

2)

When we were growing up Keith was always the leader of the pack. Everyone looked up to him. All of the guys wanted to be his friend, and all of the girls wanted that and more. Somehow, when we were 18, he picked me. I was over the moon with happiness. All of my girlfriends were jealous of me. Keith and I were inseparable. I won't dwell on the early years. Suffice it to say, we loved each other very much. We got married. Our son Kenny came along when I was 26. Everything was perfect. All of my girlfriends were still jealous.

Sometimes I would see a woman flirting with Keith. He might flirt back a little just to let them know that he found them attractive, but he always made sure to be attentive to me. Everyone knew that I was his woman. He would never stray. We were very happily married for 12 years. My husband treated me like a queen.

Of course men would also flirt with me. I was beautiful. I was happily attached, but that didn't stop some men from trying. I easily deflected the obvious pigs. They were never any problem.

I guess I got bored though. I took my husband for granted. One time at a party a man was flirting with me and I found myself enjoying the attention. I flirted back. I must have been pretty obvious. My friend Mary stopped me at one point.

"Molly honey, you and Darren are getting along well?"

"He's cute isn't he Mary?"

"He is cute Molly. But, you should watch it. Keith is not happy with you right now."

I glanced over at Keith. He was chatting with the guys.

"Really Mary?"

"Yes Molly. I'd pay some attention to him and forget about Darren if I were you."

Well, I did like she suggested and everything was fine for a while. But Darren never gave up on me. I found myself bumping into him and then we would chat. Things were relatively innocent but I ended up giving Darren my number and then we started texting each other on a regular basis. I still didn't really understand what was happening. I was enjoying all of the attention from a good looking young man, but I still loved my husband. I never even thought of what I was doing as cheating, but I never mentioned Darren to Keith either.

Then Darren asked me out to lunch and suggested I take the afternoon off work. I did as he suggested without really even thinking about it. Darren had me in some sort of a trance or something. I never thought about Keith and Kenny when I was with him.

We ate lunch at the restaurant that connected to the Holiday Inn. I commuted a half hour every day each way from our little town to the city and the hotel was on my way home near the interstate. 

Just as we finished lunch, Darren said, "Well Molly, we're here and you've got the rest of the day off right?"

"Yes Darren."

"Let's get a room honey."

He pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I wasn't thinking straight. I was high on the thrill of the forbidden.

"OK Darren."

Well of course we had sex. It was pretty good. I enjoyed it. But I felt really guilty as I drove home. When Kenny came home from school I felt even more guilty. I burst into tears and headed for the bedroom. Kenny was oblivious as only a 10 year old boy can be. He never noticed.

Keith came home and I could see he was upset about something. He didn't say anything though. We had a relatively normal evening. I was stressing out. Could Keith know what happened? How could he know?

Finally Kenny went to bed. Keith went in to check on him around 9:30. He came out of Kenny's bedroom. He had a very angry look on his face.

"C'mon Molly. Let's get some air outside."

"What's going on Keith?"

"Just come on. Now!"

Keith was really angry. I don't think I'd ever seen him that angry.

We sat on the back porch. Keith looked up at the windows. Kenny's room was in the front of the house. He wouldn't hear anything.

"Well Molly. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"What Keith?"

"C'mon Molly. Tell me about it. Was he good? What does Darren's cock taste like Molly?"

"Oh my God Keith. I'm so sorry honey."

I rushed up to hug him. He pushed me away hard.

"You stay the fuck away from me bitch."

I looked at my husband in astonishment. He had never ever called me anything bad, not ever.

"Keith honey, it was a mistake."

"You booked off work Molly. Doesn't sound like a mistake to me."

"Oh Keith, I'm so sorry honey."

"OK Molly. Here are your options. 1. We divorce. I get full custody of Kenny. He can visit you every other weekend. Or 2. We stay married. You fuck who you want. I fuck who I want, but as far as the public eye goes we are happily married, and as far as Kenny knows we are happily married. Your choice Molly."

"But Keith honey, I love you. I want to stay married and I want to be with only you."

"Sorry Molly. You've proven to me that's not true. That option isn't open anymore."

I tried to hug him again. He pushed me away roughly.

"I said stay away bitch. You try that again and you will get hurt."

I started bawling. I totally lost it.

"I'll leave you out here Molly. Don't come in until you've made a decision."

What had I done? My loving husband was being mean to me. That was the hardest part for me to understand. Keith was always so supportive.

I didn't need to think about my options for very long. I still wanted to be married to Keith. I would try and be the perfect wife and win him back. I finally calmed down and entered the house.

Keith looked up at me. "Well Molly?"

"I want to stay married Keith. I don't want a divorce."

"OK then, we'll sleep together so Kenny doesn't realize anything, but don't you dare touch me. Understand?"

"Yes honey."

3)

Keith wouldn't stay in the same room with me the rest of that night. Every time I sat down to talk to him and try and explain he just stood up and left. It was very frustrating.

Finally I climbed into bed and cried my eyes out. I woke up around 2 in the morning. Keith still wasn't in bed. 

Keith's alarm went off at 6:45 like usual and he showered and left for work. He never said a word to me.

Kenny came home from school all excited. "Thanks Mom, for letting me sleep over at Jimmy's house. We're gonna have a blast."

He packed up his stuff quickly and then Jimmy's mother showed up at the door. 

"Hi Molly. Don't worry about Kenny. He's always a good boy when he visits. He won't be any trouble. I hope you two enjoy your romantic evening." She winked at me as she left with my son.

Romantic evening? What the fuck was Keith up to?

Keith showed up after work at the regular time. I had dinner prepared and he ate with me but he refused to talk to me. 

"Thanks for dinner Molly," he said without looking at me. He headed for a shower. 

The doorbell rang at 7 O'clock. I answered it. 

Beverly Thompson was waiting outside. She was about 32 and very good looking. I had chatted with her at a couple of parties but we didn't know each other that well. She smiled at me. I was 36 at the time and still beautiful but Beverly had a lot of good things going for her. Her pants looked like they were sprayed on. I could see every nook and cranny of her cunt. It was also quite obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were rock hard.

"Hi Molly."

"Hi Beverly, why are you here?"

Keith appeared at the door. He was just wearing his boxers. He looked gorgeous as always. His hair was still wet. Beverly's smile widened as she checked out his chest.

"Hi Keith honey."

"Hi Bev, c'mon in honey."

They embraced. Keith grabbed her ass hard and Beverly blushed scarlet but she didn't resist.

"Keith, what the fuck is going on here?"

"Molly, I thought it was obvious. Beverly and I are going to get better acquainted." He took Beverly's hand and led her up the stairs.

I watched Beverly's fine ass wiggle its way up the stairs. Oh yes, my Keith is an ass man. Beverly was probably the most beautiful woman in the whole town to Keith. My tits were bigger than hers but that's about all I could say that I had on her.

I crashed on the couch and cried. It wasn't long before I heard Beverly screaming.

"Oh my fucking god Keith. Aaaaaaagggghhhh. Fuck me honey."

It finally hit home. My loving husband was fucking another woman and there was nothing I could do about it. My heart was breaking as I listened to that slut Beverly. But then I realized, Keith's heart was breaking too. He was just taking out his anger on her instead of me. I had to peek at them. I had to see it for myself. By the time I got up there they were done round 1. I sat by the door and listened to their pillow talk.

"Oh Keith, that was spectacular honey."

"Yes, you were great Bev."

I peeked in. They were kissing again. I could see Keith's hands kneading her butt cheeks. He moved down and started tonguing her backside.

"Ooooohhh Keith, what are you doing honey?"

I knew all to well what he was doing. I fell back against the wall and bawled my eyes out.

"OOooooohhh, that's gross Keith. Your tongue is in my butthole."

"Oooohhhh Keith, Aaaaggghhhh. Oh my God Keith."

"How does that feel Bevvie?"

"Oooooohhhh Keith."

"You like my thumbs in your ass honey?"

"Yessss, Ooooohhhhh."

"Have you ever had a cock up in there Bev?"

"No Keith, Aaaaaaggghhh, but nobody's ever tongued my butt before either."

"Do you wanna try it Bev?"

"Do you have lube Keith?"

"Of course Bev."

I peeked in again. Beverly was on all 4s. She looked fantastic. Keith was eagerly lubing up her butthole.

"Ready Bev?"

"Yes Keith, please be gentle honey."

I couldn't bear to watch it. I sat there and listened as the man that I had been in love with for my whole life took another woman's virginity. Sure it wasn't her true virginity, but close enough. I was devastated.

It didn't take very long before they were thrashing into each other violently. I peeked in again. God my husband has a sexy ass. Fuck what an idiot I am. I went to the spare bedroom and closed the door firmly. I couldn't take it any more.

4)

Keith came in and woke me up in the spare room.

"Beverly's gone now Molly. Come to bed."

I stood up and looked for Keith so I could hug him. He was already gone.

I climbed into bed. It was just after midnight.

"Keith honey, please hold me."

"Not on your life Molly."

He turned away from me. He was snoring within minutes.

It took a long time for me to fall asleep again. Then I kept waking up. Keith used to always sleep with one arm touching me somewhere. I really missed his touch. It was about 6:30. I stood up and walked around to Keith's side of the bed. He looked so peaceful as he slept. I couldn't help myself. I started stroking his cock. He became rock hard in no time. He was still sleeping. I took his cock in my mouth and licked it lovingly. I was just getting into it when he woke up. 

Two things happened at once. His cock went totally limp and I felt a ringing slap on the side of my head. I backed away from him. I was stunned.

Keith was screaming at me.

"If you ever do that again, you will be served divorce papers the next day. Do you understand?"

I just stared at him dumbly.

"Do you fucking understand?"

I nodded.

"Tell me what happens if you touch me while I'm asleep again Molly."

"You will divorce me."

"That's right Molly. I will divorce you. Now stay the fuck away from me while I shower."

5)

Darren texted me a suggestive message. I called him up on the phone.

"Darren, we're done. My husband knows. I'm trying to be the perfect wife for him. It was fun, but we're done."

"Oh Come on Molly. You don't mean it. It was special. Didn't you think so?"

"Darren, don't call me or text me anymore. I mean it."

"OK fine, Molly. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

Darren did leave me alone. I tried to be the perfect wife for Keith. I don't think he noticed.

I got a shock a few days later. We don't get the newspaper delivered anymore, but there was a page torn out from the newspaper on the kitchen table. The headline said:

"Local man beat up badly in nasty dispute."

The story went on with further details. Darren was in a coma and might never recover. A man was in custody for the assault. He claimed that Darren had been having an affair with his wife. I knew the man. He was a family friend and a good man. I knew the wife as well. She must have been feeling even worse than I was right then. I never thought of her as a slut or anything. I thought they were a happily married couple.

Then again, I thought Keith and I were a happily married couple until I ruined it. I debated on whether I should visit Darren. I decided that was a bad idea all around. I just threw the paper in the trash and never mentioned anything to anyone.

6)

The next few weeks were not good for me at all. I was still trying to be the perfect wife for Keith, but he was doing a very good job of ignoring me. He was civil while Kenny was around but our conversations were all trivial. Kenny magically had sleepovers every weekend. Every time the doorbell rang I was afraid. The doorbell rang. I answered.

"Hi Molly," said the bright-eyed 19 year old neighbor girl.

"Hi Misty, Why are you here?"

Keith appeared behind me and pulled her in for a scorching kiss.

"You can't be serious Keith? She's just a baby."

Misty turned to me.

"Molly honey, my mom tells me that Keith here is a zen master when it comes to sex. I've had nothing but horrible sexual experiences in my life so far. Since you've decided that Keith is not good enough for you, I hope you don't mind if he shows me the ropes, so to speak."

"Don't worry about her Misty. C'mon let's go honey."

Misty wiggled her tight teenage butt the whole way up the stairs.

I had now seen Keith fuck 11 different women since that fateful day counting Misty. Who knows how many others he had fucked that I didn't know about. Misty's mother made the total at least 12 since I never saw her.

I was starting to realize that this wasn't going to change. My husband must have ladies lining up waiting for their turn. He still hadn't looked at me, even when I tried to tempt him with sexy lingerie. He was oblivious.

I reluctantly decided that it might just be time to give in to one of the men at work that were always flirting with me. I needed to be fucked.

7)

Sunday evening Keith surprised me. Kenny had just gone down to sleep for good. It was about 9:30.

"Molly"

"Yes Keith."

"How long has it been since you've had sex?"

"Keith honey, the last time I had sex was with Darren at that hotel. That was the one and only time I ever cheated on you. I haven't had any sex since."

"Well Molly, I'm not sure if I believe you 100% but I'm feeling horny. I haven't had any sex since Misty left yesterday afternoon. Do you want to do it?"

I was so happy. I rushed up to hug and kiss him. Finally, I would get to show him how much I loved him.

He backed away from me.

"I think you're misunderstanding me Molly."

"But you said..."

"Sex Molly, not love. There will be no hugging or kissing. I will insert my hard cock into your pussy or your ass as I feel like it. But you will not touch me or kiss me. Understood?"

"But Keith, I really want to kiss you ."

"Take it or leave it Molly."

I stripped naked and climbed onto the bed. 

"Fine, take me and use me then Keith."

Keith also stripped and his hard cock showed itself. I wanted to suck it so bad. My mouth was watering.

Keith reached over and opened the drawer of the night table. He pulled out a package of condoms.

"You don't need that Keith. I'm clean and I'm on the pill."

"You can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike."

He slipped on the condom.

Keith's eyes roved all over my body for the first time in more than a month.

"Damn Molly, you still look good bitch. Get on all 4s."

I really didn't like his tone. He was letting his anger with me come out. I quickly complied though. My pussy was so hot.

He spread my cheeks roughly.

"Ooooooohhhh Keith."




Village Bike



He pounded his cock into me hard with no warning.

"Aaagggggghhhh."

He took out his anger on my pussy, but it felt great.

"Oooooohhhhh, Fuck meeeeeeee."

After a while Keith slowed down. Then my pussy was empty. Before I knew what was happening he slammed his cock up my ass. There was no lube at all. He just slammed in as hard as he could.

It had to hurt him as much as it hurt me.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgghhhhhhhh."

He kept up his pounding and eventually it started to feel good.

"Ooooohhhh Keith. Fuck me honey."

He whacked my ass hard with his hand. He'd never done that before. It just got me hotter.

"Aggghhhhhhhh."

Keith grabbed onto my hips and wouldn't let me move as he came hard.

He disappeared into the bathroom. No cuddling in the afterglow that time.

Keith crawled into bed and never looked at me. He was snoring in minutes.

8)

So I kept putting off other men. I was bound and determined to wait for Keith. Keith kept on fucking beautiful women. Beverly and I had a strange relationship. She showed up at my door on a regular basis. She was definitely Keith's most frequent lover from what I could tell. She showed up at the house one time and Keith wasn't there yet.

"Come in Beverly."

She came in.

"Keith's not here but I wanted to talk to you."

She gave me a funny look.

"OK."

"You know he fucks many other women. Right?"

Beverly flushed red.

"Yes, I know. He's made that very clear."

"What about you Beverly? Do you fuck other men?"

"It's really none of your business Molly, but no, I don't. I haven't been with another man since Keith and I hooked up."

"You're hoping for more, aren't you?"

"Yes Molly, I'm hoping for more. Just like you."

It was my turn to blush.

"Touché Beverly."

"I can't believe you cheated on him. I flirted with him for years, but he only had eyes for you."

I couldn't help myself. I started crying.

"I was such an idiot Beverly."

Beverly looked uncomfortable and she was about to leave, but then Keith showed up. He saw me crying and he just nodded at me and held out his hand for Beverly.

"Sorry I was late Bevvie. I'll try to let you know if that's going to happen again."

They headed up towards the bedroom.

"Oh, It's no trouble Keith."

It wasn't long before I heard Beverly screaming again. 

God, my life sucked.

9)

Keith became a little more friendly to me during our every day life. He seemed to be more at peace with things. Keith and Kenny were best buddies. Kenny was a very good baseball player. Keith spent a lot of time with him, working on his game. Keith still played ball with his friends fairly regularly and he was good for a casual player. Kenny was also doing well in school. Our life was perfect, except I was still miserable. Keith was still fucking many different women and not touching me. He'd only fucked me that one time and now it had been 6 months.

I finally let the office Casanova have a little fun. He fondled my ass one day and when I didn't complain he dragged me into a closet and fucked me. 

He smirked at me. "Next time it will be better. I promise Molly."

The guy's name was Murray. He fucked me 3 or 4 more times and I was never really satisfied. Then Murray set us up for a fuck in the same hotel that Darren and I used. I was actually excited about this. Maybe Murray would be better if he had more room and more time to be with me.

The night before my planned get together with Murray, Keith spoke to me again after Kenny went to sleep.

"Well Molly, when was the last time you had sex?"

"Keith honey, I had sex yesterday at work with Murray. It was nothing special."

"Wow, that's different Molly. You're actually being honest."

"Keith, I have only ever been honest with you. I've never lied to you."

Keith looked at me seriously. He was obviously replaying conversations in his head.

"I think I remember a few times before you hooked up with Darren where I asked you who you were texting with. I don't think you responded truthfully Molly."

I blushed. "You're right Keith. But after we did the dirty deed, I never lied to you about it. You gave me a chance to confess and I just didn't say anything. You've fucked how many different women Keith? 30? I've fucked Murray a few times. That's it. And the first time was 2 weeks ago. You fucked me once a few months ago and that was my only sex for the last 6 months. I couldn't take it any more Keith."

Keith stared at me. He actually looked at me. "I guess I can see that Molly. By the way, I think I'm up to 24 different women. Not 30."

"So sorry Keith," I said sarcastically.

"Well Molly, If you're up for it, I would like to fuck you again tonight. Same deal as last time. You don't touch me."

"I'm always up for it Keith. Anytime, anywhere."

I stripped and posed for him.

"Wow Molly. You're still gorgeous."

Keith got naked and his cock was rock hard. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom.

"Keith honey, you never wear those with your other women do you?"

"No Molly, but I make sure they are clean first. You can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike." He slipped on the condom.

"How do you want me this time Keith?"

Lie down on your back Molly, and spread those long legs of yours.

Keith hadn't called me a bitch this time. He hadn't called me honey or darling or anything since that dreadful day, but that time right there, all I could hear in his tone was lust. No anger. My pussy was on fire.

The sex was amazing. Keith never kissed me, but he fondled my breasts lovingly as he pounded in to me. I was in heaven. Keith at 75% efficiency was 100 times a better lover than Murray could ever hope to be. It seemed to go on forever.

Finally Keith came hard and rested on top of me for a second.

"I love you so much Keith."

Keith looked at me. He didn't say anything and disappeared into the bathroom.

10)

Murray and I got to the hotel at Noon the next day. We were just checking in when Keith appeared. He was with a beautiful young woman that I didn't recognize. She looked like she was 25 or so. Her hair was a mess. She wasn't wearing a bra. She had obviously just been fucked silly. Keith and the girl came up close to us and talked with the clerk. The aroma of sex was obvious. The girl was all over Keith. She fondled his dick and he got hard. 

"Could you send up a maid to room 420? We're missing a pillow case."

Both Murray and I were staring at them as they walked back to the elevator.

"You know what Murray. I just can't do this. I'm sorry. I'm going back to work."

"What Molly? Why?"

"That was my husband Murray."

"It was? Lucky guy. You're hot and that girl was all over him."

"Sorry Murray. We won't be hooking up again."

I left.

11)

Keith and I never mentioned the hotel at all. Life went on the same for a few more months. Murray left me alone at work, but some of the other guys were more forward with me. I was still confused. I flirted with them but not seriously.

Keith and I attended a party. It was very strange. We were officially still happily married but a large number of women at the party were Keith's lovers and they knew that I knew about them. They all flirted with Keith and he flirted back. There was a married woman there named Jessica. She was flirting stronger than the rest. I heard Keith tell her off.

"Jessica, I don't mess around with married women, so don't even bother."

"That doesn't make any sense to me Keith. You're married, why should it matter?"

"It just does. Get divorced and then come talk to me Jessica."

He turned away from her and then rushed up to me and kissed me hard in front of everyone. I was in shock. That was the first time we kissed since Darren.

Keith backed away from me before I realized what was happening. He was angry, but I don't think he was angry with me. Like I said, it was a strange party.

Keith disappeared and spent a lot of time with Beverly. I was getting depressed and then a man approached me. I didn't know him that well. He was a couple of years younger than me and pretty good looking. We got to talking. I was enjoying his company quite a bit. We exchanged numbers. His name was Barry.

We went home. In bed Keith said, "So Molly, when did you last have sex?"

"Keith honey, my last sex was with you a few months ago."

"But you were at the hotel with Murray."

"Yes Keith. I couldn't go through with it."

Keith looked at me. "You're serious Molly?"

"Yes Keith."

He looked at me doubtfully.

"Well Molly. I'm horny, and you looked good tonight. Let's do it."

"Keith honey, you kissed me tonight. Can we please kiss now?"

He looked at me again. "That was a mistake Molly. Same rules as before."

"Fine," I sighed.

Keith stood up and his cock was semi hard. He opened the drawer and reached for a condom.

I couldn't help it. I started crying. "Keith honey, please, you don't need that."

"Can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike Molly. C'mon bitch, move for me."

Keith looked like he was conflicted. I think he was actually feeling something for me and he didn't like feeling that way anymore. This made him angry with himself.

I struggled to compose myself. I wiped my tears and then stood up and danced for him. I tried to say 'I love you' with my eyes as I danced.

Keith was laser focused on me. It was like he was in a trance. His cock became rock hard.

He shook his head and then his mouth went into a sneer. "Get on all fours bitch."

I knew what was coming. Keith was angry and he was going to take out his frustration on me. My pussy was still throbbing. I got on all fours.

It was a replay of that earlier session. Keith abused my pussy and my ass. There was no lube. He slapped my ass hard a few times. I came hard three times.

Keith disappeared to the bathroom and then went out to watch TV or something. He never returned to the bedroom.

12)

I thought maybe I had made a little progress with Keith. Maybe he was thinking about me as a true lover again, but it looked like I was wrong. Keith kept flaunting his lovers at me. 

Barry and I became fairly good friends. He kissed me and I eagerly kissed him back. We ramped up our friendship into a true affair. Barry was actually a pretty darn good lover.

"You're so beautiful Molly. Why don't you divorce him? We could be together for real then."

The problem was that even though Keith was still fucking women like crazy, he was treating me wonderfully aside from that. Barry was fun and everything, but I didn't love him. I was still yearning for another session with Keith.

"Barry honey, I can't divorce him. There's my son to think of."

Things went that way for a while. Keith fucked 4 or 5 different women each week and I fucked Barry. We both were getting good sex and otherwise Keith and I got along. Then one time Barry appeared and we headed upstairs. We heard a woman as we got half way up the stairs.

Keith was pounding into the Misty the neighbor girl. 

"Ooohhhhh God Keith. It feels so good honey. Fuck meeeee."

Misty was overcome with passion. She looked really sexy.

Keith nodded at me and Barry as he fucked her.

I pulled Barry out of the room and we headed to the spare room.

"Molly honey, I'm really hot for you."

We had needy sex. Barry was giving me his all. I think he was starting to fall in love with me. He hadn't said anything yet, but he was giving me looks.

Barry got me going and I forgot myself. I ruined everything.

"Oooooohhhh Keith. Fuck me honey."

Barry went limp and he fell away.

"You just called me Keith Molly."

"I'm sorry Barry. Come here honey."

"No, you still love him. It's obvious. I'm just a handy piece of meat. We're done Molly. I need to find someone that wants me."

He stomped out. I didn't have the heart to chase him down and stop him. He was right. He was basically just a piece of meat to me. I couldn't lie to him and tell him I loved him.

13)

Life went on for a few more months. I realized it was exactly one year since I fucked Darren. That night after Kenny was asleep I approached Keith in the family room. He was watching TV but he didn't seem engrossed.

"Keith honey, do you mind if I turn this off? We should talk."

He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. I turned off the TV.

"Keith honey, do you know what today is?"

He looked at me questioningly but then it dawned on him.

"It's the anniversary of the end of our true marriage."

I looked at Keith and I burst out crying.

"Keith honey, I still love you. I haven't had any sex in 3 and a half months. I've only had sex with three men in the last year, Murray, Barry and you. What are you up to now Keith?"

He looked at me and blushed. "31 counting you Molly."

"I wish you wouldn't fuck all of those other women Keith, but I understand why you are doing it. I still love you."

"Well Molly. I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore."

"You're sure about that Keith?"

He blushed again. "OK, I still have feelings for you, but I'm getting better at suppressing them."

"Keith honey, Kenny is only 11. Can we live this way forever?"

"It's working for me Molly. You still have the same two options you always had. I thought you were going to divorce me there for a while. Barry seemed like a nice guy."

"Barry is a nice guy Keith. That's what he wanted. He wanted us to become a true couple."

"What, he wasn't a good enough lover for you Molly?" 

I flushed. "It's really none of your business Keith, but for your information, Barry is an excellent lover."

"He is? Then what was the problem?"

"The problem was you Keith. I was and still am in love with you. Barry figured that wasn't going to change and he gave up on me."

Keith looked surprised. Then he got angry again. "You sure have a funny way of showing your love Molly."

"What?"

"Darren, Molly. It always comes back to you fucking Darren. No matter what you do. No matter how loving you are. It always comes back to Darren."

He looked at his watch.

"I wanna watch something. It's coming on at 10."

He turned on the TV and he ignored me.

14)

I went up to bed and cried my eyes out. Keith acknowledged that I had been a loving wife for the last while, but he wasn't going to forgive me. I seriously revisited my options again. I kept thinking about my little boy. Kenny was everything to me. I couldn't give him up. I briefly thought about divorcing Keith and going for full custody of Kenny. That would be a nasty custody battle. Keith wouldn't give up his son without a fight. Keith and Kenny got along so well together. I couldn't seriously think about splitting them up.

So that left me with the status quo. I decided I might as well try and find another lover. Maybe somebody who had been around the block a bit, I didn't want to toy with another man's emotions like I did with Barry. Keith came up to bed.

"Molly, it's really been 3 and a half months since you had sex last?"

"Yes Keith. That day you were fucking Misty and you nodded at Barry and me."

"I remember that day. That was the last time huh? What happened Molly?"

"Barry was fucking me really good Keith. I yelled out your name as he fucked me."

Keith looked shocked. Then he looked embarrassed. "What Keith?"

"That's happened to me a couple of times Molly. I've yelled out your name as I fucked another woman."

"Really?"

"Yes Molly. As you can imagine, those girls don't want to be with me again."

"Good thing you have 20 willing replacements huh?"

Keith blushed. "It's not quite like that Molly. A fair number of the women that I've been with have moved on. They figured I was only out there for fun and they wanted more. They found other boyfriends."

"So how many on your usable list right now Keith?"

He blushed again. He counted in his head. "There are 11 that I could call. There are 2 more that want in that I am considering."

"Wow Keith."

"You know what Molly. I was happier when we were really together. You were the only woman that I wanted. I truly wish I could be with one special woman now, not 11 or 12 sex bunnies."

"That's unkind Keith. Beverly is not just a sex bunny."

Keith looked at me. "You're right Molly. I'm not sure why she is punishing herself with me. I've told her many times that we would never become a true couple."

"Really?"

"Yes Molly, I know I'm using her, but I'm trying to be honest with her."

"And she's got an amazing ass."

Keith grinned at me. "She sure does Molly. But believe it or not, I still think you are sexier than her."

"You're shitting me Keith. I'm 37, she's 33."

"Yes Molly, but you still have it. Come here Molly."

I tried to go for a kiss.

"Hey now, none of that Molly. Don't ruin my mood."

"Fine Keith."

Keith went for a condom.

"You see that paper in the drawer Keith?"

"Yes Molly."

"Read it."

"Well Molly. This says you were STD free last month."

"Yes Keith, and I just told you that I haven't had sex in more than 3 months."

Keith fit the condom over his hard cock.

"You can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike Molly."

I sighed and I stripped off my clothes. Keith fucked me missionary style. He played with my tits forever as he fucked me. It was almost like the old days. I was in heaven.

"Oh Keith. Fuck me honey. Aaaaaaggghhh."

Keith came hard and then he rolled over. He didn't disappear this time.

"Thank you Keith. I love you honey."

"You're welcome Molly."

I glowed inside. Keith still loved me. He wouldn't admit it, but he still loved me. I could tell.

15)

Keith kept on fucking different women. He was very kind in our day to day dealings. I was tempted to grab him and kiss him on many different occasions, but whenever I actually moved towards him he always backed away. It had been a month since our last sex. I decided to move things forward with Gabe at work. He was always flirting with me. I was sure he would jump at a real chance to be with me.

Gabe wasn't great looking in the normal sense but he was confident. He wasn't ugly, or fat, or anything. Gabe happily led me to a free room and we fucked. It was nothing special but it wasn't terrible either. 

Gabe and I fucked each other pretty regularly. One day after sex he asked me a question.

"Molly honey, where is this going?"

"I'm married and I love my husband Gabe. I'm going to stay married. This is just sex. I thought we were clear on that."

"You love your husband?"

"More than anything Gabe."

"Then why are you with me Molly?"

"It's complicated Gabe. But, he hasn't touched me in more than a month."

"So he can't get it up or something?"

"Gabe honey, please don't ask any more questions. We can continue meeting up under the same conditions, or we can stop seeing each other. Nothing else is going to happen."

Gabe looked at me. "You're gorgeous Molly. You're a great fuck as well. I can't believe I'm saying this, but, I think we're done. I want to find someone to settle down with. I'll never find her if I'm fucking you on a regular basis."

"It's your call Gabe. You can have me whenever you want me. OK?"

"Wow, I can't believe what an idiot I am. Bend over Molly. I'm going to fuck you one last time."

Gabe actually fucked me really well that last time. I was sorry to see the affair end.

16)

Keith approached me about a month later.

"So Molly, It's been almost 3 months since our marriage death anniversary. I fucked you that night. Remember?"

"Of course Keith. That was the best sex I've had in more than a year. I think about it almost every day."

Keith blushed. "So Molly, when was the last time you had sex?"

"Just over a month ago Keith. A guy from work called Gabe."

"Just the one time?"

"Oh no Keith. We fucked regularly for a while. He decided he needed someone to settle down with. He broke it off."




Village Bike



"You never thought about settling down with him Molly?"

"No Keith, I'm committed to our arrangement. I won't be divorcing you anytime soon."

Keith looked at me seriously.

"I'm committed to our arrangement as well Molly. Kenny is having a happy childhood. That's what is most important."

"Exactly Keith, If Kenny wasn't in the picture, we would have split up long ago."

"So Molly, we need to arrange a family vacation. We haven't taken Kenny anywhere since the big day."

"How about Disneyworld Keith?"

"Yes, that would be perfect. He deserves a little fun. Come here Molly."

Keith removed my nightgown. He slipped his finger into my pussy. I was drenched. I reached for his cock. He didn't stop me. I pumped him gently. 

"Will you allow me to suck your cock Keith? Please?"

Keith looked up at me. He was torn. He nodded his head.

I gave Keith a loving, tender, blow job. He just laid back and groaned every once in a while. Eventually Keith pulled my head in against him. He started pumping his cock down my throat. I kept my lips wrapped around his cock as tightly as I could and let him use my mouth.

Keith pumped a gallon of sperm into me. I did my best to swallow it all but quite a bit leaked out.

Keith fell back on the bed. "God, you're good at that Molly."

After a few minutes he sat up and looked at me. He was staring.

"You look so sexy with my cum in your hair Molly."

He stood up. He reached into the drawer for a condom. I didn't bother saying anything.

"Can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike," he mumbled.

Keith actually licked my breasts as he fucked me that time. It was much more intimate than I was used to. After a good 10 minutes of fucking I had cum twice. He flipped me over. He hocked a loogie into my ass and then pounded in. We collided violently. It was intense. 

After it was over Keith collapsed on the bed. He was staring at the ceiling.

"I love you so much Keith."

He turned and looked at me. I could see him weighing his options. 

"Molly, I appreciate that you are a wonderful mother for Kenny. I'm still happy to be married to you."

I leaned over to kiss him. He turned away from me.

"No kissing Molly."

I sighed. "I really do love you Keith."

It was his turn to sigh. "I used to really love you Molly."

17)

The trip to Disney World was nice. We were driving down. Kenny was very excited. "Jimmy says that Space Mountain is the best. I wanna start there OK?"

"Yes Kenny, We'll get there early and go straight to Space Mountain."

"All Right, Thanks Mom, Thanks Dad."

Keith and I looked at each other and smiled. We stayed in Kissimmee just outside the park. Kenny had a blast. Keith and I also had a lot of fun. It was a little awkward at first. I wanted to hold Keith's hand and eventually he allowed it. The weather was gorgeous. Everyone was dressed casually. I wore a bikini top under a button up shirt. The shirt stayed mostly unbuttoned. I got many admiring looks from the men we bumped into.

Keith also looked great. He was wearing a muscle shirt. His sexy body was on display for everyone and he also received his share of attention.

Some of the rides allowed all 3 of us to board together, but some of them allowed for only two at a time. One time I was on the ride with Kenny. We returned to find Keith chatting with two young women. They were both flirting with him very seriously. One of the ladies had huge tits. She was just slightly chubby, but with those tits, she was beautiful. She kept on bumping her tits against Keith accidentally on purpose. The other girl was tall and slim. Her stretchy shorts molded against her tight ass obscenely. She kept bending over and flashing her tushie for Keith. You could see his cock raging to get out of his shorts. All 3 of them were flushed.

Kenny rushed up to Keith. "Dad, that ride was cool. Do you want go on it with me?"

The two ladies checked me out. I made sure that they saw my titties. My shirt was totally unbuttoned. 

Keith came up to me, "I guess I'll ride with Kenny Molly. Wait here."

Kenny was excited. He grabbed Keith's hand and led him to the line. The two girls looked at me and then looked at Keith. They decided to ride it as well. Surprise, surprise.

Kenny hadn't quite hit puberty yet, but even he looked at the girls a little. I sat down in the shade. It wasn't long before a man came over to talk to me. He was charming, but I got the idea he was a practiced seducer. I decided to play along with him.

When Keith and Kenny returned there was no sign of the young ladies. I introduced them to my new male friend. Keith was very polite. We decided to head for some food in one of the restaurants. When Kenny was in the bathroom Keith spoke to me, "Molly, I would like to disappear for a few hours tonight. Will that be a problem?"

"Just one of those girls, or both of them Keith?"

He blushed. "Both of them Molly."

"What if I asked to meet up with my gentleman friend?"

Keith looked at me. "Are you asking for that Molly?"

"I'm not sure Keith. Maybe."

Keith looked at me. "I guess you could meet up with him and I could watch Kenny for a while."

"Really Keith?"

"I don't like the idea Molly, OK. But I can't really ask you to watch him and not return the favor can I?"

"We could just have fun with each other Keith."

He looked at me. "Are you really going to take advantage of your opportunity or not?"

"I'm not sure Keith. I'm guessing that Jonothan will show up again and push for a little meeting. He's not blind Keith. He saw you flirting with those girls. He says you even got a few tit squeezes in."

Keith blushed. "She was flaunting them Molly."

"I know Keith. I'm just saying I will have options as well. Jonothan seems to have been around. He might give me a good fucking. It's been a while for me Keith."

Kenny appeared again and cut off our conversation. Keith kept looking at me. 

We toured around and saw the sights. I noticed that Keith kept his eyes on me at all times. If a ride only allowed two people in one car, then he insisted that he would ride alone in another car.

18)

Kenny was having a great time and he was very excited. Then Kenny saw a person that he knew from school. He rushed over to talk to him.

From that time on Kenny and Will were inseparable. Keith and I introduced ourselves to his parents. George spent a lot of time staring at my chest. He was an interesting man. Lynn was attractive. She was definitely hot for Keith. Keith seemed to like her as well, but he was used to better looking ladies than Lynn. The four of us had no real choice but to hang out together. Kenny and Will were having such a great time together, we didn't have the heart to split them up. Then trouble showed up. Will's 18 year old sister and her friend sashayed by to say hello. 

George's eyes left my tits for the first time in a while to follow Cynthia. He was almost drooling. Everyone was introduced and both Cynthia and Will's sister, Margie, were flirting big time with Keith. Great, these two hotties must live somewhere close to us and I could already see the sparks flying. It was almost a certainty that these two would be added to Keith's list of sex bunnies.

We had a long day at the park and we arranged to meet the group for supper. We headed back to the hotel room. Kenny begged us to stay with Will and we let him travel with them. 

"Well Molly, I have a deal for you. I don't want you hooking up with Jonothan. I will give you a good fuck right now, and another one before we get home if you promise not to hook up with anybody else while you're here."

"What about you Keith?"

"I still would like to meet up with Jeannie and Sheila, but that will be it for me for this trip, OK?"

I thought about my options. It was sad, but the opportunity for two good fucks from my husband was too good to pass up.

"Deal Keith."

He smiled at me and raised his eyes suggestively. He wanted me to strip for him. I did my best to be sexy for him. Keith's eyes roved all over my body hungrily. I was so hot. 

Keith went in to the bathroom for a second. He came out with a condom.

"I hope you'll be using one of those things with those two sluts Keith."

He blushed, "I guess you're probably right Molly. I'll stay wrapped up for them."

"Good."

"Can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike."

"I really wish you wouldn't say that Keith."

He gave me a look. I have a feeling I wouldn't have liked what he said then. He kept quiet.

Keith pulled me in and grabbed my ass hard. I almost came right there. Keith pounded right into me. He was wound up. It didn't take long for him to cum. 

"Sorry Molly, those young girls had me going all day. Give me a quick suck and then I'll give you a real fucking."

He stripped off the condom and I happily sucked his cock. He found my breasts and mauled them. He was rock hard again in no time.

He rushed off to the bathroom for another condom. His cock looked hilarious as it bounced around.

Keith came back in and then he gave me the best fuck I've had in a long time. It was even better than the last few that I remembered from before Darren. He kept on pounding and pounding into me. It went on forever. I was in a state of bliss.

19)

I was beaming when we showed up at the restaurant. Lynn, Margie and Cynthia all looked jealous of me. They flirted with Keith non-stop. George couldn't keep his eyes off me. Will and Kenny were the only ones that weren't in some sort of sexual frenzy.

The waitress came to take our orders. She was hot. It didn't take long for her to start flirting with Keith as well. Keith was enjoying himself but he was being good. He even flirted with me a little. At one point I couldn't help myself. All of the other women were hanging on Keith's every word. They were under his spell. I put my arm around him and squeezed his bicep. He grinned at me and gave me a playful kiss. All of the women sighed as one. George was starting to get angry.

I stood up and strutted my way over to George and talked with him animatedly. He was definitely enjoying my attention. The two young girls took the opportunity to squeeze in next to Keith. Lynn surveyed the situation. She quickly realized that Keith was not going to pay any real attention to her with the two young hotties around. She decided to mark her territory. She grabbed George and planted a sexy kiss on him. "Mission accomplished," I thought to myself. 

George was now in a good mood. Lynn was affixed to him. I forced my way back next to Keith. He put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder.

After supper Keith disappeared to hook up with the big boobed slut and her slim friend. I volunteered to watch Will and Kenny. Margie and Cynthia had tried to entice Keith to go out with them but when he said no they headed out on their own. 

It looked like Lynn and George were going to have their own sexual session. They were all over each other.

Will was a good kid. The boys were happily playing video games and talking about the rides they were going to go on the next day. I was in dreamland thinking about the fucking that Keith gave me earlier. I slipped into the bathroom and masturbated as I thought about it.

I didn't even think about the fucking he was giving to those sluts. When Keith appeared around 11:30 he was dragging his ass.

"All tuckered out Keith?"

He gave me a grin. "It was worth it Molly."

Kenny was asleep and Will was back with his family.

"How many holes Keith?"

He looked at me. "Oh, it depends if the mouth counts or not. 6 then."

"You fucked both of their asses did you?"

"Of course Molly."

"So which hole was your favorite Keith?"

"Oh Molly. Jeannie's ass I guess. She's the tall slim one."

Good for you Keith.

He looked at me. "You're angry aren't you?"

"Yes and no Keith. Let's just say, I'm looking forward to our next little session. Today's was amazing."

"Well Molly, if it makes you feel better, your two holes would be at the top of my list for the day."

"Really Keith? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"Really Molly."

"Oh Keith, I love you so much honey."

"Good night Molly."

20)

The next day my eyes almost popped out of my head. Both Margie and Cynthia were dressed in outfits that really shouldn't come out in public. Heads turned everywhere they went. They both were pressing their bodies up against Keith whenever they got a chance. Margie was slightly less aggressive only because her parents were watching her. But anytime she noticed their attention was elsewhere she would make up for lost time. Both young girls stared me down at different times and basically dared me to complain. I'm guessing Keith must have said something to them about me.

The girls disappeared to the bathroom at one point and I pulled Keith aside.

"Keith honey, shouldn't you tell them to back off a little?"

"They're bothering you that much are they Molly?"

"I saw Kenny looking at you and Cynthia one time. He was confused Keith."

Keith looked abashed. "You're right Molly. Sorry, I will get them to back off."

"Thank you Keith."

Keith went off with the girls and talked to them. The girls looked upset for a minute but then both of their faces lit up like Christmas trees. They backed away from Keith but they were giggling like the schoolgirls they still were. 

Keith came over to me and put his arm around me. We were together like that for the rest of the day, but I saw both girls winking at Keith when they thought I wasn't looking.

"You promised Keith. No more hookups this trip."

Keith grinned at me. "They live 5 minutes away from us Molly. I will wait until we get back. Besides, you're looking hot Molly. I'm looking forward to giving it to you later."

"I'm looking forward to it as well Keith. So you are set up with both of them then?"

"Pretty much Molly."

"I can't say I'm surprised."

"Molly, if you're looking for someone to blame, blame yourself."

"I know Keith. I'm sorry. I won't butt in anymore. Let's just enjoy ourselves, OK?"

"Yes Molly, I'm sorry I let the girls get too friendly with me while Kenny was watching. If you notice something like that in the future, please just say 'Mustard Seed' OK?"

I giggled. "Mustard Seed?"

"It's not something that you will ever say normally, right? If you say mustard seed, I will automatically back off. I promise."

"You're funny Keith. I really wish I could kiss you."

Keith looked at me. He looked torn. Anger won out.

"No kissing Molly."

21)

Kenny was hanging with Will that night. We had our hotel room to ourselves.

Of course Keith used his village bike line again before he put on his condom.

The sex was great though. Keith gave it to me hard in the pussy. Then after a 10 minute break he fucked the shit out of my ass. I really do love my husband and one of the reasons that I love him so much is that he is by far the best lover I've ever come across. Barry was pretty darn good, but he was still no match for Keith.

We headed back for home the next day. We stopped over night in Richmond Virginia. We got home about 8 O'clock the next evening. Kenny went to sleep at his regular time.

"I'm heading out for a few hours Molly. Don't wait up."

"Is it Margie or Cynthia Keith?"

"Molly, I thought you knew me better than that."

"Beverly?"

"Beverly can wait. You were closer the first time Molly."

"Both Margie and Cynthia?"

"Ding ding ding."

"Have fun Keith."

"Oh, I will Molly."

I couldn't stay angry at him. He had such a happy shit-eating grin on his face. He was adorable.

He left and I cried my eyes out yet again.

22)

The next few years went along pretty much the same. Keith fucked new beautiful women on a regular basis. I ran out of men at work to play with. They either wanted more or I couldn't stomach being with them. The same went for men in our town. I came out of my reverie. Keith was eating his snack and his new college girlfriend had just left. I sought out my husband.

"Well Keith, Gary got all flustered. He bailed on me. I still haven't had any sex since you had me a month or so ago."

"That's too bad Molly."

He didn't seem overly concerned.

Kenny came home and that ended any serious conversation.

"Hey dad, can we practice driving again?"

"Sure Kenny, let's go buddy."

Yes, Kenny was 16 years old. I'd seen him jerking off while surfing the net a few times. I never said anything. At least I knew my son was straight. He seemed to have a thing for Scarlett Johansson.

He had his learner's permit. Keith said he was a good driver. He would pass his driver's test a month later.

One time Kenny brought a girlfriend home. She was dressed a little too sluttily for my taste. Her name was Vicki. Keith came home and Vicki couldn't keep her eyes off him. Kenny didn't really seem to notice. He was too busy checking out her body. Kenny and Vicki were hanging at home that evening. She finally left. 

I overheard a conversation between Keith and Kenny later that evening.

"Hey Kenny buddy."

"Yeah Dad?"

"Listen buddy, your girlfriend just came on to me. I could be having sex with her if I wanted to."

"Really Dad? Holy fuck."

"So, just keep that in mind buddy. I guess you can try and fuck her, but don't let her become a serious girlfriend ok? She will be cheating on you for sure."

"She flirted with you that bad Dad?"

"She rubbed her titties against me Kenny. I didn't really want to but she made sure I got a good look at them."

"Holy Fuck Dad."

23)

Keith and I attended another party. A new family had moved into town recently. I had been hearing a lot about the lady. I got to see why that night. She was beautiful. She looked like she was in her late 30s. She was newly divorced. She had two kids. I glanced over at Keith. His eyes were riveted on her. I resolved to pay attention to any interaction they had that night.

I listened in to the conversation as Keith approached her.

"Hi, I'm Keith."

"Hi Keith, I'm Darlene."

"You look lovely tonight Darlene."

"Thank you Keith. You look very handsome and so does your wedding ring. I don't play around with married men Keith. You're wasting your time with me."

Keith flushed. "I was just making conversation Darlene."

"Yeah right Keith. I'm friends with Beverly. She has only good things to say about you but she also mentioned that you have a regular rotation of women that you fuck. You won't be adding me to the list Keith."

Keith flushed even more. "I'm not a cheater Darlene. The situation is complicated."

"Oh I understand your situation. I can even agree that you have come up with a good way to raise your son. That doesn't change things though Keith. I respect the institution of marriage too much to have sex with any married man."

Keith looked deeply into her eyes. "You are a very interesting woman Darlene. Would you consent to having dinner with a married man?"

Darlene looked thoughtful for a second. "Even that is stretching things Keith. I would consent to having dinner with a married man only if he was separated from his wife. I still wouldn't be having any sex with him until he was fully divorced."

Keith stared at her for a long time. "It was very nice meeting you Darlene."

"You too Keith."

Keith followed Darlene with his eyes for the rest of the night. She was the star of the party. Keith looked jealous anytime a man talked to her.

24)

That night Keith came on to me. He rubbed my titties.

"Oh, you're horny are you Keith?"

"Yes Molly. Do you want it or not? I can disappear to a friend's house."

I sighed. "I told you a long time ago Keith. Anytime, anyplace."

"Yes, but you sounded annoyed just now."

"Sorry Keith." 

I tried to be more accommodating. I was jealous of Darlene. She was obviously the first woman that Keith had taken a real interest in. Beverly and the rest didn't have a chance. Any woman that would have sex with a married man was not a long term prospect for Keith. I knew my husband well. I'm sure he was thinking about Darlene even when he was grabbing my tits.




Village Bike



But of course, I hadn't been laid in months and my pussy was already throbbing in anticipation. I had to take any sex I could get from my husband. I stripped off my blouse and shook my titties for Keith.

"Damn Molly, You're 42 but you're still a sexy beast."

He attacked my tits and slobbered all over them. Then he reached into the drawer.

"Can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike."

He quickly slid on the condom and pounded into me. He was in no mood to be gentle. He slammed and slammed into me.

He came hard.

"Thanks Molly. I needed that."

He left to go do something else.

25)

I was walking around the back yard one afternoon. I was dressed in a halter top and shorts. I wasn't really trying to impress anyone. It was hot and I was just trying to be comfortable.

I noticed the neighbor boy. He was staring at my tits. He was impressed. You could tell. His cock was making quite an impression under his shorts.

His name was Randy. He was Misty's younger brother. He was a relatively shy boy. He was pretty good looking but he didn't seem to realize it. I walked over to him.

"Hi Randy."

"Hi Mrs. Woods."

"Randy honey, you can call me Molly."

"OK Mrs. Woods, I mean Molly." He was adorable. He was blushing profusely.

"How old are you Randy?"

"I'm 18 Mrs. ... Molly."

"18 huh? Randy would you like to come inside with me?"

"Sure, I guess."

Kenny was away at baseball practice. He wouldn't be back for a few hours.

"Would you like a drink Randy?"

"Sure, I guess."

I fiddled in the fridge and then handed him a glass of coke. He drank it nervously. He couldn't keep his eyes off my tits.

"Randy honey, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No Mrs... Molly."

"Randy, I'm just going to be honest here. I think you are an attractive young man. I would like to have sex with you. We just need to be careful that Kenny doesn't find out. Would you like that Randy?"

Randy swallowed. "His eyes roved all over my body."

"I would love to have sex with you Molly."

"OK then. If my husband sees us, it's no big deal OK? Don't worry about that. We just want to make sure that Kenny doesn't find out. OK?"

"Yes Molly."

I took his hand and led him upstairs. He looked like he was in shock.

26)

"Go ahead Randy. You can undress me if you want to."

He went straight for my tits. He pushed up the halter and started kissing them and squeezing them. He was very eager. He finally pulled my shorts and underwear down. I don't think he'd ever seen a real pussy before. His eyes were bugging out.

I reached for his shorts and pulled them down. My hand brushed his cock through his underwear. A large wet spot appeared and some of his cum spurted up onto his chest. He blushed profusely.

"Sorry Molly."

"Oh don't be sorry honey. I'm flattered."

He pulled down his underwear. His cock was rising back up again. He had his finger in my cunt. The boy had a very nice tool. I leaned in to kiss it. It wasn't long before he came again. His cum tasted salty. I swallowed as much of it as I could.

He didn't apologize that time. He moved in and started licking my pussy. He was obviously inexperienced but he was eager to please. I came hard as I pushed his head into my crotch.

"Thank You Randy honey."

He blushed and then we kissed on the lips for a while.

His cock was already hard again.

"You're such a beautiful woman Molly. I've dreamed about this so many times."

He pushed his cock up into my pussy. He started pumping away. He was able to last longer this time. I came twice as he pounded into me. He paused for a second.

"Are you on the pill Molly?"

"Yes Randy, you can come inside me."

He gave it to me really good for a minute or two and then he dropped a load into me. He fell back on the bed. 

"Thank You so much Molly. I was a virgin. I'm glad my first time was with you."

"Oh Randy, you're such a sweetie."

We kissed passionately.

Keith came in and made himself obvious to both of us. I just smiled at him. He nodded at me and Randy and then left the room.

"That was weird Molly."

"Randy honey, I can't explain it all, but as you can see, he is OK with us being together."

"Yeah I guess."

"Randy honey, you have your own phone, right?"

"Yes Molly."

"OK, just a sec."

I got my phone and then added him to my contact list.

"We can do this again tomorrow if you want to."

"Oh Yes Molly."

"OK, I'll text you when it's a good time Randy."

"OK Molly. Can we do it one more time today?"

I looked down at his cock. He was rock hard.

"Sure Randy."

He mounted me and gave it to me good. He left another load in my belly.

"Randy, you are going to make some young girl a very lucky lady."

He blushed. "Really Molly?"

"Yes Randy. You better leave now. We can try some other positions next time."

He gave me a passionate kiss.

He was almost skipping as he left.

27)

Keith came to talk to me right away.

"Well Molly, it looks like you will be getting your share of sex for the next while."

"It does look that way Keith. Are you upset?"

"No Molly, he seems like a nice kid. You will be a good influence on him I'm sure."

"Yes Keith, I'm looking forward to teaching him some things."

"Molly, Just so you know, I plan on divorcing you when Kenny leaves for university."

"That's still 2 years away Keith."

"I know Molly. I seriously considered ending things now, but I still think Kenny will be better off with both of us around."

"Have you told Darlene your timeframe yet Keith?"

Keith blushed. "You know me very well Molly. No, I'm thinking about how I can bring the subject up without seeming overly arrogant."

"Well Keith, If she finds another man, I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding a woman."

Keith looked at me. "I just wish you would have stayed faithful Molly. We still could have been very happy together."

I couldn't help crying. "Oh Keith, I wish I could have said no to Darren. I think about it every day Keith."

Kenny came home and gave us a look. He saw I had been crying. He was becoming more observant.

"What's wrong Mom?"

"Nothing honey, how was practice?"

"Oh you know, same old same old. We've got a big game coming up. Coach had us mostly working on fielding today."

28)

I had a lot of fun with Randy over the next couple of months. He was like a sponge. He had become an excellent lover. I could see his confidence in himself growing.

"So you're a senior in high school, right Randy?"

"Yes Molly."

"Any girls taking notice of you yet?"

Randy blushed. "There's one girl that seems to watch me. I haven't talked to her yet."

"Is she cute Randy?"

"Oh yes Molly. She's really nice and she's pretty."

"So why haven't you talked to her yet Randy?"

"Oh Molly, she's out of my league."

"C'mon Randy. Find some time when you are away from prying eyes and ask her out to a movie or something. If she's nice, then even if she says no it won't be a disaster. What have you got to lose Randy?"

"I guess you're right Molly."

"Randy, you're a good looking young man. There's no reason that you shouldn't have a girlfriend."

"You won't be jealous Molly?"

"Randy, we are just having a fling here. We will never be a true couple. You knew that already, right?"

"Yeah, I guess Molly. It's just I really like you Molly. You're beautiful but you're also a really nice person."

"Oh Randy honey, you're such a sweet boy. Come here honey."

We kissed passionately.

"Now you make sure you ask out that girl and report back to me, OK?"

"Yes Molly, but you won't mind if we do it one more time before I leave will you?"

How could I say no?

29)

Keith came up to me one evening. 

"Molly, we have a situation. Kenny saw me with Beverly this afternoon. He didn't want to talk to me about it at all. He's very upset with me right now. I would appreciate it if you had a chat with him."

"Oh Keith, it had to happen eventually I guess. I will talk to him right now."

I knocked on Kenny's bedroom door. He opened it after a couple of seconds.

"Yeah Mom?"

"Sit down Kenny. We need to have a chat."

He sat down and looked at me expectantly.

"Kenny honey, I understand you saw something distressing today."

"Yeah Mom, Dad was bonking Ms. Thompson."

"Kenny honey, believe it or not, your father and I have an arrangement."

"What do you mean Mom?"

"Kenny, your father is not the one in the wrong here. I cheated on him first a long time ago."

"You did?"

"Yes Kenny. I was an idiot. I loved your father very much and I still do, but I had sex with another man. Your father found out about it. After that we have stayed married but it hasn't been the same since Kenny. Your father no longer trusted me. We have agreed that we both will have other lovers."

"Wow Mom. I don't know what to say."

"Kenny, I love you very much, and so does your father. Don't be mad at him. If you have to be mad at somebody, it should be me."

"Please just leave me alone for a bit Mom. I need to think about this."

I gave my son a bone crushing hug.

"I love you so much Kenny."

He looked at me. "I love you too Mom."

I burst out crying and we hugged again. I left him alone.

29)

Keith was waiting in the kitchen.

"I heard it all Molly. Thanks for that."

"He'll come apologize to you soon Keith, I'm sure."

"It didn't feel good to have my son disappointed in me. Not good at all."

"Oh Keith."

I pulled him in for a hug. He hugged me back for a bit and then backed away.

"Molly, I did eventually mention my timeframe to Darlene."

"How did she react Keith?"

"Oh, she wasn't sure how to react. It was a mixture of things I think. She seemed to be flattered that I was thinking about her seriously."

"Does she have a boyfriend Keith?"

"She says she's dated a few guys but nobody has really made much of an impression on her yet."

"You've still got a chance then Keith."

30)

"How are things with you and young Randy?"

"Oh Keith, he's such a sweet boy. I'm trying to push him into getting a girlfriend at school."

"He's not in love with you is he?"

"I don't think so honey. I let him know in no uncertain terms that we would never be a couple."

"Well that's good then. Sometimes it's tough with the younger ones."

"Which young girl thought she loved you Keith?"

"Oh Margie was the worst."

"Do you still see her?"

"No, she finally gave up on me. She's got a boyfriend now."

"That's good I guess."

"Yeah, I was relieved to be honest."

"So, how many ladies in the stable right now Keith?"

Keith blushed. "I'm down to 6 right now Molly."

"Beverly is still hanging on is she? It's been 6 years Keith."

"Well, she had a relationship in there for a while. I didn't hook up with her for 2 years. Now she's looking to date other guys."

"Well that's good I guess. So are there any beautiful women in this town besides Darlene that you haven't fucked yet Keith?"

Keith blushed again.

"I count 4 Molly."

"4?"

"Yeah, but 3 of them are happily married, so they really don't count."

"Who's the last one then Keith?"

"Oh, the other one is only 22. I think she has a steady boyfriend. I haven't really talked to her yet."

"So Keith, what's the grand total? How many women gave you been with since I made my big mistake?"

"I've lost count Molly. Sorry."

"Well, I guess that's understandable."

"How many men for you Molly?"

"I think Randy is number 11."

Kenny appeared in the kitchen.

"Sorry for doubting you Dad."

I left so they could have some privacy.

31)

Randy was very excited.

"Oh Molly, guess what. I have a date with Kim for Friday night."

"That's the girl you were telling me about is it?"

"Yes Molly. I can't believe she said yes."

"Did you talk to her much after that?"

"No, I was in shock Molly."

"Well, you should make sure to talk with her tomorrow then. Try and be casual Randy. Just talk to her about regular every day stuff. You can mention that you're really looking forward to Friday night, but only once a day or so. OK?"

"Ok Molly. Thanks for the advice. I really appreciate it."

"So Randy, you're still interested in this old lady?"

"Oh Molly, you're not old. You're beautiful."

He proceeded to make me a very satisfied woman. Randy was actually an even better lover than Barry. He wasn't up to Keith levels yet, but he was still young.

32)

Keith approached me one evening.

"Molly, I wouldn't mind having sex with you tonight. Are you up for it?"

"I told you Keith, Anytime anywhere." I stripped off my blouse.

"I know Molly, but you're getting taken care of regularly now."

"Yes Keith, young Randy is now an amazing lover, but I meant what I said Keith. You just have to say the word. I still love you honey."

Keith started playing with my breasts. 

"Has Randy been up in your ass Molly?"

"Of course Keith. His education wouldn't be complete without that."

"I guess I should have known."

"What Keith? You thought I would save it only for you?"

"I don't know Molly. Sorry I brought it up."

"You've told me that you will be divorcing me Keith. It's just a matter of time now."

"I know Molly. Just forget I said anything."

Keith reached into the drawer for a condom.

"Can't be too careful when you're riding the village bike."

He was gentle that time. It was definitely different. He seemed melancholy. He finally sped up and came. He rolled over.

"What's going on Keith?"

"Oh Molly. Darlene is dating a guy. She seems to like him."

"I see."

"I'm just mixed up Molly."

"Keith, I really wish I could kiss you right now."

Keith looked at me. There was a yearning there. He shook his head.

"No kissing Molly." It sounded like he might cry.

"At least let me hold you Keith."

We held each other tight for a long time.

"Thank You Molly."

He rolled over and tried to sleep.

33)

Randy came over Saturday afternoon.

"How was your big date Randy?"

"Oh Molly, it was awesome. She's a really nice girl."

"Did you kiss her Randy?"

"Yes, it was a pretty tame kiss Molly. No tongue, but she gave me a big smile after that."

"That sounds like an excellent date Randy. When are you seeing her next?"

"I'm not really sure. I'm supposed to call her tonight."

"Well, it sounds like you are on the right track. I'll try and let you make all the decisions from now on. You can ask me for advice if you want to OK?"

"Yes Molly, I really appreciate all you've done for me."

"So Randy, are you still comfortable having sex with me?"

"Oh Molly, she's not my girlfriend yet. I won't feel guilty."

"OK, but if she's as nice as she sounds, you don't want to cheat on her Randy."

"I know. I understand what you are saying. If Kim and I progress that far, I will make sure we are clear on things."

"You can tell her about me if you want to Randy. Just please ask her to keep it quiet. I don't want it broadcast all over town."

"Neither do I Molly. Come here Molly."

Randy gave me a frenzied fuck. Young Kim was having an effect on him for sure. I was happy to accept his pounding.

34)

Randy and I were enjoying ourselves one Saturday. He was giving it to me good. Keith appeared at the bedroom door with Misty.

"Randy?" said Misty in disbelief.

Randy stopped pumping.

"Misty, why are you here?"

Keith grabbed on to Misty's breast and kissed her.

"Oh I see."

Randy started fucking into me again.

Keith dragged Misty out the door.

Eventually Randy came and we were cuddling. We could hear Misty in the spare room.

"Oh my God Keith. Fuck Meeeee."

Randy giggled. "Wow, my sister is a screamer." He giggled again.

35)

Kenny had a new girlfriend. I liked this one a lot more. She was a sweet young girl. Kenny seemed to be infatuated with her, but when I looked at her, it looked like she was just as infatuated. He started coming home later on date nights.

I chatted with Keith about her.

"So Keith, What do you think of Christy?"

"I like her Molly. She treats me like her boyfriend's father, not like a guy that she wants to flirt with."

"Yeah, that Vicki was either a slut or a wannabe slut."

"I had the chat with Kenny in case you were wondering Molly. He promises there will be no babies coming any time soon."

"Are they having sex yet?"

"I'm not sure Molly. I wouldn't be surprised either way. They're fooling around for sure."

"Do you remember what it was like for us Keith? I was so happy when we finally became lovers."

Keith gave me a look. "It was the best day of my life for the longest time Molly. Right up until that afternoon with Darren."

I started crying. "Keith, you knew right away?"

"I was in the restaurant Molly. I watched you have lunch with him. You were acting like a schoolgirl with him Molly."

I gasped. "You were there?"

"Yes Molly. I even overheard your conversation when you agreed to get a room with him. I was devastated Molly."

"Oh my God Keith. I don't know what to say. Sorry, just doesn't cover it."

"No, it doesn't. I've gotta go Molly."

Keith disappeared.

"I'm so sorry honey," I cried out to the empty room.

36)

Randy came over one Saturday afternoon. He gave me a strange look. Somehow he was sad and ecstatic at the same time.

"Hi Randy honey."

"Hi Molly. I can't have sex with you anymore. I'm sorry Molly."

He gave me a nice hug.

"You and Kim are a couple now huh?"

His face lit up.

"Yes Molly. She's so wonderful."

"Have you two had sex yet?"

"No Molly, she's not ready for that yet."

"But you're committed now huh?"

"Yes Molly. I saw her talking with another guy. She hadn't really done anything wrong, but she was smiling. Later on that day I asked her about it. She said that he was just a friend. I pulled her in for a kiss and she enthusiastically responded. I asked her to go steady and then she pulled me aside and we kissed for 5 minutes straight. She gave me a big smile. Then she said, 'Just in case you were wondering Randy, that was a yes.' "

"Oh Randy, that's so sweet honey."

"It just wouldn't feel right anymore Molly. I'm sorry."

"You've made the right decision Randy. When it does come time to have sex with her, make sure you get her nice and wet before you do anything and then be very gentle honey. You're cock is larger than average Randy."

"Oh God Molly. You're making me so horny. I've gotta go home and jerk off. Thanks for everything Molly. You've been wonderful."

"It was my pleasure Randy."

We hugged each other hard and then he rushed off.

37)

Keith was very happy one evening. He was almost bouncing off the walls.

"What's got into you Keith honey?"

"Oh Molly, Darlene broke up with her boyfriend."

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure. I haven't talked with Darlene but she told Beverly that they were done."

"You've got Beverly spying for you now?"

"Beverly has a new boyfriend. She really likes him. She figured out that I wanted Darlene some time ago. She was a little jealous for a while, but Beverly and I are still friends."

"Randy has a girlfriend now Keith. I haven't had any sex in 3 weeks."

"Is that so? Well Molly, I wouldn't mind having a little fun with you if you are up for it."

I removed my blouse. Keith reached out and grabbed my titties.

"Molly, your tits are amazing. Have I ever told you that before?"

I blushed, "It's been a while Keith, but I seem to remember you mentioning that a time or two."

He grinned at me and then dove in and started licking and chewing them. God I love my husband.

Keith slipped on the condom like usual and he said his village bike line but his tone was very different. Somehow it almost came out like a term of endearment. I'm not sure how he managed that. We had very tender sex. He even kissed my neck for a while. It was as close as we were gonna get to making love. When he finally came he was staring right into my eyes.




Village Bike



"Oh Keith, I love you so much honey."

He smiled at me and then rolled over.

38)

One Saturday morning the doorbell rang. A pretty young girl was waiting.

"Yes?"

"You're Molly right?"

"Yes."

"I've heard a lot about you. I'm Kim."

"Randy's Kim?"

"Yes."

"Come in honey."

We sat down in the living Room.

"What can I do for you Kim?"

"I just wanted to meet you. See what you were like."

"You're a lucky young lady Kim. Randy is a very sweet young man and he's head over heels for you."

Kim blushed. "I'm pretty smitten with him as well."

"Don't worry honey, I won't be a problem. He's all yours."

"I can see why he fantasized about you Molly. You're still very good looking now, but you must have been a goddess a few years ago."

I blushed. "Well Kim, you don't look so bad yourself."

"Oh, I could never be as beautiful as you Molly. My tits are half the size of yours."

"Kim, Kim, stand up girl. Let me get a good look at you."

Kim blushed and then stood up and posed for me. "Kim, your ass is to die for and your titties are just fine honey. I'm sure Randy is dreaming about you every night, not me honey."

Kim blushed even more and then gave me a hug.

"It was nice meeting you Molly."

She left.

39)

Randy came over one day.

"How are you Molly?"

"I'm fine Randy. How are things with you and Kim?"

"Oh she's wonderful Molly. I actually came here on behalf of a friend of mine."

"A friend?"

"Yes Molly. He's like I was a few months ago. He's shy. He's not bad looking but he has no confidence. He's seen you around town Molly. He really likes you."

"So you're pimping me out to your friends now Randy?"

"Oh no Molly. Matt doesn't even know that I ever hooked up with you. I just pointed you out to him one time. Guys do that all the time Molly. We've discussed almost every woman in the town. He thinks you're hot Molly."

"So you want me to take him under my wing do you?"

"Molly honey, I'm not sure what's going on with you and Mr. Woods, but I've noticed that there are a lot of women over there."

"Yes Randy, you're right. I don't get very much sex these days. Bring your friend over sometime and hang out in the back yard. We can text each other to get the right time. I can casually pop over and see if I like him. If he's anything like you Randy, I will be very happy. Thank you for thinking about me honey."

"I'm trying to help out two friends Molly. I think Matt could really blossom under you."

"So back to Kim. What's the status?"

Randy blushed beet red. "I really like her Molly. I'm not going to tell you how far along we are. We're still very much a couple. That's all I'm going to say Molly."

"Good for you Randy. She's a lucky girl."

We hugged and he left.

40)

Matt wasn't quite as cute as Randy, but he was a sweet boy. When I casually strode over to join them in the back yard wearing a fairly modest one piece bathing suit, he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I could see his cock rising in his shorts.

Randy conveniently had to go inside for something and Matt just stared at me.

"Matt honey,"

"Yes Mrs. Woods?"

"Please call me Molly Matt."

"Yes Molly."

"Can you be discreet Matt? I don't want to get a reputation honey."

"What do you mean?"

"I can see that you find me attractive Matt." I glanced at his bulge obviously.

He blushed beet red. "Yes, Mrs. ... Molly. You're hot."

"I'm glad you like me Matt. Now if we were to have some fun together, would you be able to keep things secret?"

"Have fun together?"

"Yes Matt."

"Wow Mrs ... Molly. Yes, I swear I wouldn't tell anybody."

"I'm trusting you Matt. Randy has recommended you to me, and he's a dear friend of mine, if you get what I mean."

"You and Randy?"

"Yes Matt, Randy and I had a lot of fun together before he started dating Kim. Just so you know, Randy and I haven't touched each other since they started going steady."

"Holy shit Molly. You're the reason that Randy became a different person. I totally understand it now. He was so much more confident. Everyone noticed he was different but nobody knew why."

"Yes, Randy was very discreet. He didn't even tell his best friend. Obviously you can talk about me with Randy if you want Matt, but nobody else. Understand?"

"Yes Molly."

"So Matt, would you like to have sex with me?"

"Oh God yes Molly."

I held out my hand and led him across to our house.

41)

Matt was a little more selfish than Randy. I tried to teach him how to please a woman but he really didn't seem to care about that. He just wanted to get his rocks off. He wasn't a bad kid and he became a pretty good lover over time, but there was no special bond like there was with Randy.

He did make me cum more often than he didn't so I guess I shouldn't complain too much. He also seemed to be more confident. I asked him about the girls in school one day.

"Oh Molly, I dated a girl and we fucked. She wasn't as good as you Molly."

Matt obviously considered me a fuck toy. He hadn't bothered letting me know what was going on in his personal life at all.

I was upset for a bit, but then I realized we were both treating each other like fuck toys. Nobody in town seemed to treat me any differently. He must have kept his word and not told anybody about me. I decided to keep seeing him.

42)

The graduation dance came along and Randy & Kim invited me over for the pre-party.

Randy looked very handsome in his tuxedo. Kim looked ravishing in her prom dress. Matt looked good in his tux and his date was pretty enough. They seemed to be happy to be dating each other.

I pulled Randy aside. "Well Randy, you are looking devilishly handsome tonight."

Randy blushed. "Thanks Molly. I'm glad you were able to help Matt out."

"Randy honey, Matt is not a bad kid, but you and I connected on a much deeper level."

Randy blushed again. "I'll always remember our time together very fondly Molly."

"Me too Randy, me too." We hugged each other tight.

Later on I pulled Kim aside. "Kim, you look amazing tonight."

Kim blushed, "Thank you Molly. I saw you hugging Randy earlier."

"I'm so proud of him Kim. He looks so handsome and he's so confident. He has a beautiful girlfriend. I couldn't be happier for him."

Kim gave me a hug. "I must say Molly. I need to thank you for teaching him how to please a woman. I never thought that sex could ever be that awesome."

"Well Kim, not everyone is interested in learning how to please a woman. Randy is an amazing lover Kim. There aren't many out there as good as he is."

"I guess I better hold on to him then," said Kim with a grin.

"Oh he's yours for the duration Kim. Just don't screw up like I did."

Kim gave me a searching look. 

"I cheated on my husband Kim. I've been paying for it ever since."

"But you're still married?"

"Yes Kim, but it's been a sham of a marriage for years now. My husband fucks many other women. He barely touches me."

"Oh, I wondered about that. I saw Mr. Woods with a young girl once."

"Yes Well, Mr. Woods was a lot like your Randy when he was younger. He would never ever have cheated on me. But when he caught me, things went sour."

"I can see that I guess. Don't worry Molly. I don't plan on cheating on Randy. He's wonderful."

"Just remember that Kim. If you two get married and you have children, just remember that you have a wonderful husband. The little thrill of extra excitement that you get from flirting with other men is not worth the risk."

Kim gave me a look. I guess she thought it could never happen to her.

43)

The next year flew by. Kenny and Christy were joined at the hip. It was obvious now that they had been intimate together.

Kenny was still doing well at school and he was one of the best players on the school baseball team. Pro scouts were seen at some of his games. We weren't really sure if they were interested in him or not, but Kenny was very excited about his chances.

We started receiving letters from colleges and universities. They were offering scholarships to Kenny to come play baseball for them.

The head coach of the Boston College baseball team came to visit our home. Keith got along well with him right away. He was a handsome man and I found myself becoming attracted to him. Kenny was very excited. He wanted to commit right away. We advised him to take his time and not make a rush decision.

A few other coaches visited as well but they didn't have quite the same impact on us or on Kenny.

A couple of months later we received a letter in the mail from Boston College. They were offering an expense paid visit for Kenny to visit the college. 

When Kenny returned you could see it in his eyes. He really wanted to go there. We discussed it and agreed that it made sense. Kenny called the coach and gave his acceptance.

We took Kenny and Christy out for a celebration dinner at an expensive steak house. Christy was becoming more and more like a member of our family. She was a really nice girl.

44)

We hosted a party for Kenny and his friends on the night of their high school graduation dance. Kenny looked just like Keith. I saw them standing next to each other and I started crying. My little boy was a man, a very handsome man. Christy took all of our breath away when she appeared in her prom dress. Kenny only had eyes for his girlfriend and she only had eyes for him. Jimmy and Will showed up with their girlfriends. The kids were all having a great time together. Our son had obviously had a great time in high school.

Keith and I gave each other happy smiles. Our marriage may have been a sham but we had done something right. Our boy had turned out just fine.

George and Lynn, Will's parents, showed up as well. George glanced at my tits only briefly. He spent most of his time ogling Christy and the other girls. Lynn chatted up Keith for a bit. Keith was polite but not overly friendly. We found out that Margie was now happily married and expecting a child.

45)

The summer flew by. Kenny was all set to go to Boston College. It wasn't all that far away but he wasn't going to live at home anymore. He would be living in residence. He would be moving out in 2 weeks. Christy would be attending BC as well. I'm sure she would end up spending most of her nights in Kenny's bed.

Keith had been talking with Darlene. I'm pretty sure they already had a dinner date all planned. Of course that meant that Keith was planning on separating from me. I was trying to think what my plan should be. I resolved to move to Boston. I would be closer to my son and I would get a new start with new people. Maybe I could find a man that would make me forget about Keith.

I put in my two weeks notice at work. They were not happy but there wasn't much they could do. If Keith magically changed his mind and didn't want to separate then I could just tell work that I wanted to stay. They would happily keep me.

I never mentioned to Keith what I was planning. I would stay living with him as long as I could.

46)

I got home one day and Keith was fucking Misty. They came to a loud climax. I sat by the door and listened to their pillow talk.

"Misty honey."

"Yes Keith."

"This will be the last time we hook up babe."

"Last time? Why Keith? Don't you like me anymore?"

"I like you Misty. You're a wonderful young woman. I'm going to separate from Molly soon. The divorce will come eventually. I'm going to start dating a woman that I hope to marry. I need to be able to tell her that I'm done with other women."

"Oh, I understand Keith."

They kissed.

"Well give me one last fuck Keith. Make it a good one. I'm going to miss this."

"Thanks for being so understanding Misty."

They had a passionate fuck.

I couldn't hold back the tears. Keith was moving on. I knew this day was coming, but it still hurt.

47)

Keith approached me one evening.

"Molly?"

"Yes Keith dear."

"It's almost time Molly. Kenny leaves in two days."

"I know Keith."

"I've already got the papers written up Molly. Everything will be 50 50."

"OK Keith. Honey, if this is it, I think I'm going to move to Boston. You can stay here Keith."

"That makes things easier. Thank you Molly."

"So have you said good bye to all of your women Keith?"

"Yes Molly. You're the last one on my list."

"You've already got a dinner date with Darlene huh?"

"Molly, it's not set in stone. She won't agree to it until she has evidence that we are separated and that the divorce papers have been served."

"I hate to say it Keith, but I admire Darlene. She probably will make an excellent wife for you honey."

Keith smiled wryly. "I thought you would make an excellent wife as well Molly."

I burst into tears. "Oh Keith, I'm so sorry honey."

Keith hugged me and stroked me for a while.

I finally calmed down. I looked up at him.

48)

"C'mon Molly. Tonight will be the last time we have sex together."

I reached for a Kleenex and wiped away all of the tears. Keith pulled me to him and he kissed me. I kissed him back and he put his tongue in my mouth. This was our first real kiss in 8 years. I was in shock. Keith just kept on kissing me. The kissing got more passionate. Both of us were breathing heavily. Keith started kneading my breasts. I was giving his firm ass cheeks a work out.

My blouse and bra disappeared and Keith went to work on my titties. He was an animal. I got his pants off and was able to maneuver around so I could suck his cock. Keith moved down and licked my cunny for the first time since Darren. I came hard and then I came again.

I bobbed my head on Keith's cock and he filled up my mouth with semen. I couldn't swallow it all.

Keith stroked me and we cuddled. There were a lot of things happening that hadn't happened for 8 years.

"Oh Keith, I've missed this so much honey."

"Me too Molly."

We just cuddled for a long time.

Keith sat up and stared at me.

"God Molly, you're 44 but you are beautiful woman. He kissed me again."

He slid his rock hard naked cock into my pussy. No condom, no village bike. I was in total shock again.

He started pounding into me hard. He was mauling my titties as he pounded into me. I couldn't stop cumming. He was a machine.

Finally he left his load in my pussy for the first time in 8 years.

"Oh God Keith. I love you so much honey."

"I still love you Molly, but we're done."

He admitted it. He still loves me, but we're still done.

"Oh Keith honey."

We cuddled again.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Keith had his arms wrapped around me. I just lied there and enjoyed it. I tried to stay awake but I fell asleep again.

49)

Well, that's pretty much the end of my story for now.

Kenny is enjoying school and Christy both. He's not playing much in his first year but he's not upset. He says next year he should play every game.

Keith and Darlene are dating. I haven't heard much from Keith at all lately. I get all of my info from my girlfriend Mary. She says they look like a happy couple. I'm sure they haven't had sex yet, because the divorce doesn't become final for 3 more months.

I've found a new job and there are a few men that I am interested in. I go to watch Kenny's games and find myself watching the coach. I asked Kenny about him. He thinks he's single.

There's also a guy in my apartment building that is sniffing around me. I haven't dated anyone yet since I've moved. I'm sure I will date somebody soon. It feels different to be looking for a long term partner. I was with Keith for so long, I find myself looking for him to be there next to me on a regular basis.

All I can say is the next man I date will have to wait a while before I have sex with him. I'm going to make darn sure that I never become the village bike.



Village Comes in City



My uncle married a city girl. He, himself, had become a city boy because he worked there and that’s where he met a friend of her family who then introduced the two of them before the families got involved and arranged for the marriage.

My aunt is a delicate little flower that was picked from the tree of Lahore and thrown in the fields of Toba Tek Singh. Fortunately for her, my uncle worked in Lahore and lived with her family, so she didn’t have to spend that much time in Toba area. Unfortunately for her, she still had to visit my uncle’s family at least twice a year at small and big Eids.

Each time of her visit, she would come with my uncle but stay behind after he would return to Lahore for his work reasons. Her stay sometimes was only for a week and sometimes she would stay two to three weeks, depending on her mood. In the early part of her marriage, she could only stay for a short time but as she got used to the family, she could tolerate the village for longer periods of time.

Her visits were a hardship for me because I became her personal servant during that time. She would make me do so many things for her that I couldn’t concentrate on the farm or do what I am normally supposed to do.

“Heat me some water Naeem, I want to take a bath.”

“Fetch me some fruit from the fields Naeem, I feel for some watermelons.”

“Peel the oranges for me Naeem, and bring me some salt.”

“Rub my shoulders Naeem, I am feeling a bit tense.”

“Massage my head Naeem, I feel like a headache coming.”

“Iron my clothes Naeem, I feel like dressing properly today.”

“Make some tea for me Naeem, I feel for some jalebis.”

“Get me some jalebis Naeem, to go with the tea.”

To make my position really subservient, “Rub some oil on my feet Naeem, they are burning.” Or, “Naeem, see if you can cut my toe nails, they seem to be very long.”

She would even call me from her room during the night and say, “Bring me some water Naeem, I feel thirsty.”

I dreaded her visits but I was living with my maternal grandmother and my circumstances didn’t allow me to get out of servicing her needs. My younger uncle would normally go to visit his own wife during her trips and would leave me and my younger aunt, his sister, to tend to her. My grandmother wanted peace, so she would scold the two of us for complaining. 

I really didn’t mind doing these small things because in a way they were just routine work for me. It was rubbing oil on her feet that I didn’t like. Usually she would sit on a cot and I would sit on the ground in front of her. She would then place her foot on my knee and I would rub it the way she liked it until she felt she had enough. Then she would put the other foot on my other knee and I would repeat my rubbing on that one until she was satisfied, or the heat had completely dissipated.

Unfortunately she asked me to do that a lot, sometimes even twice a day. It wasn’t a big deal when I was young, but at the age of nineteen, it didn’t sit well with me to be doing such demeaning task. I mean there were enough worker ladies around town that one of them would be happy to do it all day for a few Rupees. But, she didn’t want dirty hands on her feet. She wanted me to do it, not even my young aunt. It’s because I had strong hands and I could massage the pain out of her heels. 

One day she was still in bed when she called me to massage her feet. She didn’t want oil on them, only wanted me to massage them. I couldn’t figure out why she needed her feet massaged because she had been sleeping all night. It wasn’t like she had been walking around. But, I had to oblige.

She didn’t want to sit up, so I put a pillow under her ankles and asked her to extend her feet over the cot so I could work on them while kneeling next to them. I actually liked this position because it was less subservient and my legs didn’t get tired like other times.

She closed her eyes as I worked on her heels, gently but firmly pressing them with my thumbs. Then I rubbed the sole of her feet with my thumbs while my fingers caressed and massaged the top of her feet. I worked my way up to the balls of her feett and then took each of her toes one at a time and rubbed, massaged, and caressed them. She normally would stop me after her toes were done but that day she didn’t say anything and I kept going on her foot. I started again from the heel and worked all the way to her toes. Again, she said nothing.

I had a problem. I figured she was probably asleep, so I didn’t know when to stop. I didn’t want to stop in case she wasn’t asleep because then she would get angry at me for stopping before she didn’t tell me to stop. I was getting tired of rubbing her feet, so I decided to ease up the pressure and only run my fingers and thumbs on her skin.

She had a delicate skin, white and soft. I ran my thumbs gently across the bottom of her feet and softly caressed them for a while. Then I started caressing her toes until I got tired of that and I started to caress the area in between her toes with my index finger.

“That feels nice,” She cooed. 

That was the first time ever that she told me that what I was doing felt nice. I actually felt flattered and even became a little energized. I started to caress the area between her toes with more enthusiasm and even stood up to work on the top of her feet.

Once I was up, I worked my way to her ankles and I don’t know why, but I decided to work around the ankles. Mind you, I was only caressing her, not massaging her, so the strokes didn’t tax my muscles. As a matter of fact, this gentle skin to skin contact kind of felt nice to my hands as well. I stopped just above her ankles because I didn’t want to put my hands on her calves. Besides, I knew she was not asleep so I was hoping for her to say that was enough. I even paused to indicate that I was done.

She opened her eyes and said, “Why don’t you bring some oil to put on my feet?”

I felt upset because that meant I had to start all over and spend a lot of time again on her feet. While I was looking for oil, I asked my young aunt to help me. She just laughed at my dilemma.

I came back with oil, knelt at her feet and started on her heels, working my way up. I didn’t rub her feet or press them. I simply applied oil to them and then caressed it on her skin. I liked the feel of oil on my hands and her feet and the slipperiness of our skins. Once it became enjoyable, I then worked on them to make myself feel good. She responded to my touches with her coos and even moans when my fingers worked between her toes. I don’t know why but I liked when she responded to my touch like that.


When I made it to her ankles, she asked me to remove the pillow. She then slid a little down on the cot, placed her feet at the edge while bending her knees and she pulled her shalwar up to expose the calves. I guessed what she wanted me to do, so I proceeded to rub oil on her calves. Her calves felt even better than her feet, so I worked gently, carefully, and enthusiastically on them. She cooed a few more times and told me that I was doing a wonderful job. I felt good each time I heard that.

Finally, after a good couple of hours, she asked me to heat some water for her, she wanted to bath. Also she asked me to bring some tea and biscuits for her; she wanted to eat her breakfast in bed.

Unfortunately, I had done such a good job that she called me back for a repeat performance the following morning. This time she didn’t asked for me to work on her feet, only on her calves. She placed her feet at the foot of the cot like the day before and exposed her calves all the way to her knees. Shalwar was still hiding her knees but her calves were completely bare for me to work on them.

I liked the feel of her legs. They were a bit cold but warmed up under my contact. They were soft and pleasant and they looked good. I felt all around and caressed gently all the area that was visible to my eyes. When I reached the top, I even put my hand under the bottom of her shalwar and caressed some of the area that was not visible to me.

She took the hint and pulled her shalwar further to expose her knees. I worked above, below and around her knees until she finally told me to stop and prepare her bath.

This became a routine for each morning until she went back to Lahore. She would ask me to rub oil on her calves every morning. When I was finished, she would ask me to prepare her bath. There was one change that took place in me; I actually started to like doing it. Each session left me feeling warm and fuzzy and I always ended up with a good erection. For once, I was actually disappointed when she left, and hoped for her next visit to be sooner than usual.

As coincidence would have it, her next visit was sooner than expected. She came with my uncle and while he was here she didn’t ask for anything. Once he left, the next morning she called me to her room and asked for me to take her tiredness out of her legs. I was actually looking forward to working on her calves, so I beamed with pleasure that she must have noticed.

It was the same as last time. I worked all the way up to her knees. This time I worked on her feet as well. She tried to pull her shalwar a little higher than her knees but the opening was small and it only went up about a third on her thighs. I worked on the new area that she had exposed. 

She pointed to the middle of her thighs and said that she had knots in that area. She asked me if I could rub that part. I put my hands on her thigh area that was still under the material of her shalwar and started to feel around for the knot and to rub it out. I worked with long strokes and I worked on both thighs at the same time, one under each hand. I didn’t like this part as much because the material made it difficult to slide my hands smoothly. Instead I found myself battling with the folds of her shalwar, which by now were bunched around her thighs because she had pulled it up to expose her knees. I pulled her shalwar down to cover her legs so that the amount of material on her thighs would be less, but that still didn’t improve anything for me. I rubbed around the front of her thighs and stopped once I thought I had taken the knots out.

I was working on her thighs while standing on the side of the bed. This made it difficult to do what I would call a good job and it tired my sides out more easily than working on her calves had. I have to admit that having my hands on her thighs gave me a thrill that I never had before and my erection was ready to pop through the front of my chadar. I actually had to hold it between my legs to keep it from showing itself to her.

She did something that I found to be very erotic. She opened her legs and lifted the front flap of her kamees to expose her legs all the way up to her hips. I didn’t see the top of her shalwar, but her nala was hanging on that special part of her body. Also the shalwar had bunched around between her legs to highlight the part that her nephew is never to even think about.

She must have noticed as the colour drained from my face but she didn’t say anything. She rubbed her hand on the inside of her thighs and said, “Can you massage this area as well?”

I started working on the inside of her thighs and reached as high as I could without violating any rules of where I could and could not touch her. I knew that there was a limit which I could not cross and I stopped well short of that limit. After working on the inside and outside of her thighs, I asked her if she would like me to work on the back of her thighs. 

“Oh, yes, thank you.” She said. “That would be nice.” 

With that she turned over and lifted the back flap of her kamees up and exposed part of her ass. Even though it was still covered by her shalwar, colour drained from my face once again, which thankfully she couldn’t see. 

I worked on the back of her thighs and I was able to go higher than the front because the limit on the back was different than the front.

When I was done, she asked me to prepare her bath. She said, “You are wonderful, Naeem. I feel so refreshed.”

I just smiled at her to show that I appreciated her thanks and went to do the bath for her.

Next day, we did the same. I worked on her thighs quite thoroughly. I caressed, massaged, rubbed, and kneaded as much area as I was allowed to touch. She moaned occasionally during my work and when I was done and after asking me to prepare her bath, she said, “Naeem, you have magical hands.”

I didn’t quite know what she meant, but I knew that I had to say something in return. A smile just wouldn’t have done it. I replied, “I could have done better if it wasn’t for the material in the way.” I was just trying to be humble.

Next morning, I found her with a sheet covering the bottom half of her body. She asked me, “Can you work under this sheet?”

I was a little confused. I said, “I…guess so.”

She didn’t bend her legs as she had in the past to let me work on her calves. When she saw me waiting for her to assume the position, she said, “Oh, that. Don’t worry about my feet and my calves. I just want you to take the knots out of my thighs.”

When I put my hands under the sheet, I realized the purpose of the sheet. She was not wearing any shalwar underneath. She saw the surprised look on my face and smiled. She said, “Are you okay with it?”

“Yes, I guess. I mean yes.” I stuttered. “But I don’t know where to touch because I really can’t see.”

She said, “Don’t worry about that. You are my nephew. You can touch wherever necessary.”

“But…” I didn’t know how to tell her that I was afraid to touch her in the wrong place by accident. I didn’t want her to think that I was purposefully trying to feel her up.

“It’s okay, Naeem. Don’t worry. I’ll stop you when you touch the wrong spot.”

Emboldened by her encouragement, I then proceeded to work on her thighs. I used oil this time because there was a direct contact between her legs and my hands. I didn’t really go anywhere that I wasn’t supposed to go, but I wished that I had just to see what she would do or say. I also wished I could see her legs. I had never seen than much of a woman before and there was my aunt letting me touch her but not letting me see her. Then she turned over under the sheet and I worked on the back of her thighs.

When I was done, she told me, “You were right. It is better without the cloth in between. I was right as well, you have magical hands.”

I tried to be humble again, “I wish I could see what I was doing. I am sure I would have done better.”

Next morning when I came for her daily massage, she was under the sheet as the previous day, but before I could begin, she asked me, “Naeem, you said you would do better if you could see what you were doing.”

“Yes, that I did.”

She pulled the sheet up and off of her legs slowly. She asked me, “Tell me when to stop.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. She wanted to expose herself to me and it wasn’t her choice to decide how much of herself to expose. She was asking me to make that choice. I was feeling a bit dizzy and very warm as the chadar made its way up her knees and over her thighs. When she reached half way there, I couldn’t take it any longer and said, “That should do.”

She smiled and closed her eyes.

I proceed to work on her thighs and repeated my routine. I noticed that she was moaning a little more than usual. I worked on all the areas that were safe for me and then asked her to turn over. She turned under the sheet and I worked on the back covering all the safe areas. She moaned even more, specially when I worked on the inside of her thighs.

I realized something that morning after listening to her moans. I was doing something to her that she liked, and not just in the sense of relief from her tiredness or her knots. I think she liked to be touched around by my hands.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me because she was no longer interested in her feet or even her calves. She just wanted me to do her thighs. That somehow put me in control of the situation. I don’t know how, or what that really meant, but I could sense that it was no longer a situation of her telling me to do this and do that. It was more something she needed me to do.

When I thought about how she had asked me to decide how much of herself she should expose, I realized that I could actually have asked her to remove the sheet completely. I assumed she must have had her underwear on, but that’s not how I am supposed to see her. Yet, she was willing to let me see her in her underwear in return for what I was doing to her. I decided to test my theory.

The next morning when she started to slide the chadar off, I calmly suggested, “Why don’t you just remove it completely.”

Which, she did!

She was wearing a white, silky underwear underneath. Her upper body was fully covered with her kamees, but her legs were bear in front of me, all the way up to her end of her thighs. I noticed that the area closer to the top of her thighs was darker than usual. I could also see the mound underneath her panties where her pussy was hiding.

“Is this okay with you?” She asked.

“Yeah…yes, it is.” I stumbled.

“Good, then proceed.”

Part of my theory had come true. I decided to test the other part. I started to work on her thighs and I spent more time on the inside of her thighs. Her moans increased in quantity and volume. As I worked my way up, I got closer and closer to the forbidden area. She didn’t say anything as I reached parts that I hadn’t reached before. I figured I was allowed to touch all of her skin that was bare, so I made it all the way to the edge of her underwear.

Her moans were intoxicating. The more she moaned, the more I worked on the area that made her moan. Soon I was only working on the inside of her thighs and the area close to her underwear. 

It was during one of those moments that her body squirmed and she lifted one of her legs. She stretched in a way like she was trying to get rid of a cramp of something. 

I asked her, “Are you okay, auntie?”

“Yes,” she spoke through sort of a muffled sound. Her face bent slightly out of shape for a brief moment and then she relaxed. “Yes, I am okay.”

“Should I stop?”

“No, no. Don’t need to stop.” She spoke a little too quickly.

After a while I asked her to turn over. Her underwear was wedged between her butt cheeks, exposing one of her buttocks part way. Since I was working on the area that was exposed to me, I contemplated whether I should work on that part of her body or not. I wanted to, but I chickened out at the last minute. Instead I parted her legs a little more, to which she complied willingly and opened them more than I wanted her to. That seemed like a sign from her to me.

I started to work on the inside of her thighs, only this time from the back. I reached as high as I could without touching her mound, and that was quit high. After working on it for a while, I slowed down the pressure and started to apply oil and worked with my finger in the area where her thigh ended and her buttock started. I ended up touching her buttocks slightly, but reasonably safe. Although by now, we were in uncharted territory and playing it safe had lost some of its meaning.

I finally had to stop. My erection was starting to hurt. She didn’t turn over or say anything. She just lay there as I made my way out. I knew she needed her bath prepared, so I went to that item on the agenda.

The erection stayed with me all day long, well sort of. My hands had the soft and warm feelings of her thighs embedded in them and I liked the feelings. I wanted more. I didn’t wanted to stop when I did. I wish I hadn’t.

I kept wondering what would have happened if I had touched part of her buttock that was exposed. I mean she didn’t seem to care that it was exposed. I had my hands all the way up close to her never never region. I mean, could it be that she would have allowed me to touch her there. I was so close. It could have happened just by accident. What would she have done then?




Village Comes in City



The more I thought about it the more it seemed that I could have, if I wanted to, and gotten away with it. I felt terrible at losing such an opportunity to accidentally—accidentally, that is—touch her where normally I wasn’t allowed to touch her. It would have been worth the trouble. I mean, at best, she would have stopped using me as a personal masseur. 

I made a vow to be bold the following morning and test the waters.

I didn’t have to wait till the morning. Around 11:00 PM or so, a shadow appeared next to my bed and woke me up. The house was in complete darkness and everyone else was deep asleep. She put her hand on my mouth to keep me from talking loudly. Then she whispered, “Naeem, I need your magic.”

Like an obedient servant, I got off my cot and followed her to her bedroom. I could see in the dim light of a starry night that she was covered from neck to ankles in a single sheet of cloth, probably a chadar of some sort. Once inside the room, she closed the door and locked it from inside. Then she moved to her bed and asked me to come and do my thing.

The light from the lantern was dimmed to just a yellow hue. I could see the big round pillow on her cot, which was different from normal. Normally she would lie on bed but it seemed like she wanted to be in a sitting position with her legs stretched across the bed. She stood next to the bed and discarded the sheet that was covering her onto the chair next to the wall. She was wearing a red underwear which was a little shorter than her underwear from the other time. Both of her buttocks were exposed almost one third of the way. I made a mental note to touch them when the time came and encouraged myself to not be afraid, as we were together at a time when she needed to worry as much as I did about doing something inappropriate. The fact that she had locked the door meant she didn’t want anyone to know that I was there, or have enough privacy for the two of us so no one could walk in on us, even if it was okay for them to know that I was there.

She did not have her usual long kamees on either. Instead she had a small undershirt that was only covering her chest and stomach, leaving her shoulders bear. She climbed the bed, leaned herself against the big pillow in a sitting position and stretched her legs across the bed. That was also different. She asked me to come and sit on the bed next to her feet. Not stand next to her, or kneel on the ground towards her feet, but sit on the bed. Which I did. I was still kneeling at her feet, but I had a soft cushion under my knees instead of the hard floor, and it felt nice.

She slowly opened her legs apart and pulled them towards herself so that they were bent at the knees. She asked me to move a little closer, which I did. She then placed her right foot on my left knee and whispered, “Start with the feet.”

I could see a shadow between her legs where her red underwear looked almost black due to the dim light. It was snug around the mound where her pussy was and I found that bump to be very exciting, although I couldn’t quite stare at it the way I wanted to. I worked on her foot as thoroughly as I was used to doing. Once I rubbed under it, around it, and around the ankles, she put her other foot on my right leg. She was leaning against the pillow with her feet on my knees and her legs somewhat elevated in a provocative way. I couldn’t help but look straight at her pussy. I worked on the other foot as well and then moved to her calf.

“Use both hands to work on my legs.” She whispered.

I couldn’t really massage them with one hand on each calf. All I could do was caress then and I did just that. I caressed her calves for a while and worked my way up to her knees. 

She slid a little towards me and stretched her legs around me. Her both legs were on either side of me. Her legs were bent and the bottom part of each knee was just above each of my knees. When she positioned herself properly, her legs were resting at the edge of my knees. I proceeded to massage the top of her thighs, slowly, gently, carefully, and cautiously. She gave me a moan or two. I noticed that her moans came when I was caressing her without applying any pressure and that suited me well. I started to caress her gently as I made my way toward the juncture of her legs.

I was fully erect. My breathing was very uneven, and my heart was beating fast as I moved closer and closer to her special area. Once I reached the top of her thighs, I held my hand next to her underwear and rubbed the area inside of her thighs with only my thumbs. I moved my thumb around and across, stroking, kneading, and caressing her skin. I moved it closer and closer to her underwear until my thumbs touched the material. 

She moaned softly and said, “That feels nice.”

I continued working on that area and she continued to moan on regular basis. My thumb touched her underwear a few more times until I became bold enough to actually rub the area that was bordered by the material. 

She moaned a few more times and said, “That feels very nice.”

Encouraged by her moans, urged on by my erection, mesmerized by the feelings her thighs was pushing into my system through my hands, I decided to go for the gold. I reached as high as I could on her thighs, held my hands next to her underwear, held my thumbs together, and boldly traced a line between her legs, over her mound. I was so nervous that I didn’t feel anything, or rather wasn’t aware of what I was supposed to feel. I was only thinking of her yelling at me for touching her there.

She said nothing. She didn’t indicate that I had done something wrong, or even something different from what I was already doing. I figured may be she didn’t feel anything, so I decided to repeat the caress, only with a little more pressure.

She twitched just a little as my thumbs traced over her soft lips, but no reaction, or rather no negative response. I left all inhibitions behind and started to gently run my thumbs along her pussy lips. I started to explore and feel my way around until I found the little cherry on the top and I pressed it down and rolled it around with my right thumb.

“Mmmmm, ohh!” was the sound she made. I was a little startled, but not enough to stop. I kept doing it first with right thumb and them with left.

I pushed my thumbs slightly under the material and caressed a few millimetres inside it and across its length. She moaned rather loudly, and said, “Yes. That’s it. That feels even better.”

I pushed my thumbs further in, still afraid that I may be told to back off any second. She was moaning non-stop. I moved further in until my thumb was running on the rise of her pussy. I knew that those were her lips so I pulled them in the opposite direction with each thumb and then moved my thumbs inwards and started caressing the wet and smooth area. She was thrashing around softly as if in agony. “Naeem, what are you doing to me?”

I looked for and found the cherry and my wet thumbs caressed and pressed it around. She kept saying, “My magician Naeem. Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”

I kept feeling my way around until I found the hole and inserted the tip of my thumbs in there. “Oh, God, Naeem. You are driving me crazy.”

I pulled my hands out and away. She gasped with surprise and looked at me somewhat flabbergasted. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I can’t see what I am doing.”

“Oh, thank God!” She breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you didn’t want to continue.” With that, she quickly removed her underwear and lay there buck naked for me to do as I pleased. I suddenly realized that where I was afraid she would think I was going too far, she was afraid that I wasn’t going far enough.

I looked at her pussy and pulled her lips apart to see the inside of it. I found the hole and the clit and decided to have fun with it. I put the thumb of my left hand on her clit with my fingers spread across her belly and I inserted the right thumb in her hole with my finger on her butt cheeks and my right middle finger touching her anus. I started to rotate my thumb around inside her pussy while rotating my left thumb over her clit. 

She started to squirm and moan and pinch my arms. She said things like: “Oh Naeem, I think you are trying to kill me.” “Oh Naeem, your hands seems to be all the way in my heart.” “Oh Naeem, I am burning all over.” “Oh Naeem, I think I am dying.” “Oh Naeem, I KNOW I am dying.”

Then after a while she started with only, “Oh Naeem, Oh God, Oh God, Oh Naeem.”

Then she grabbed my wrists and only, “Oh, Oh, No, No, Oh No. Oh Yes. Oh No.”

Then she started to pull my hands as if trying to make me stop, but I liked hearing her screams, so I fought back and not only kept my hands where they were, but increased the pressure and speed.

Soon she was bucking, as if trying to dislodge me out of her. She was screaming, moaning, yelling, and talking, all in one breath. The sound was just one long agony filled cry. She thrashed around, but I did not relent.

Soon she jerked around with long thrusts up towards me and then she collapsed.

She put her hands on her face and started crying. “Oh Naeem, I have never felt like this in my life.” 

I still had my thumb in her hole and my other thumb on her clit, but I was not moving them. I was relaxed as well, in position, but relaxed.

After taking a breather, she asked me to remove my clothes. “You must be bursting by now. So let me reward you for the good deed you have done here.”

I pulled my hands out and away and removed my shirt and chadar. She lifted her legs and pulled her knees into her chest. She pointed to my hard erect cock and said, “Come, find your relief here.” She then pointed to her cunt.

I sat back down between her legs and she guided my cock to her pussy. It went in easily and I felt like I had entered heaven. To get the feelings again and again, I pulled out a little and pushed it in again. Within a few strokes I was twitching as my balls erupted my load through my penis and into her.

I must have drained for a good two minutes or more as she grabbed my ass and urged me to fill her up. I think I did.

She hugged me when I collapsed on top of her and held me until my penis slipped out of her. Then she made me lie there and touch her breasts until I started to feel the movement in my cock. I tell you, the ride I received once I regained my erection will stay in my memory for eternity. 

My young aunt told me next morning that she thought my uncle’s wife was possessed because she heard her screaming during the night like a jinn was taking over her body. I smiled and told her that she was probably right.

My aunt stayed for another two weeks and her wails could be heard throughout the nights of her stay. Even my grandmother was freaked by her sounds and was glad when she left. Only, my aunt was not happy, for once in her married life, to be leaving the village.

As a surprise coincidence, after a few weeks of her departure, we received a letter from my uncle in Lahore informing us that after trying for a couple of years to have a child, my aunt was finally pregnant. 



Village Green Candle Shop



At first Cindy was just a employee, but she was a very giving employee, and what she shared was something special.

*****

1. Peeking.

This story begins when I almost fell off of a ladder, and if I hadn't regained my balance at the last second, I would have landed right on top of the subject of the tale, which would have effectively ended the story before it began.

I managed to catch myself, fortunately for all concerned, and staggered down from the ladder shaken but safe. My heart was still pounding like a jackhammer, but for more than one reason.

"Mr. Grant, are you alright?" Cindy asked excitedly as she put her hand on my shoulder when my feet hit the floor.

"Fine... I'm fine," I said with a twinge of embarassment, and put my hand on Cindy's forearm as if for support.

It wasn't for support, but I was recovered enough to take advantage of the opportunity to put my hand on Cindy's arm just above the wrist. My fingers held her gently but securely, and I felt a shiver race down my spine as my palm savored the soft caress of the downy hair which covered Cindy's forearms.

Cindy's arms were things of beauty as far as I was concerned; beautifully shaped with just a hint of muscularity at the bicep, and graced with fine, light brown hair from just above her elbow down to her wrists. Hair so soft and sensuous to the touch that I took every opportunity to make contact with Cindy's arms whenever the chance arose.

Not that there were that many chances, as Cindy seemed to favor long sleeved blouses, and it took a warm day like today for her to wear a short sleeved number like she wore today. As for sleeveless blouses, never. I often thought of having a uniform sans sleeves made for my shop's employees but figured it would be too distracting for me.

Like that near-fall from the ladder that I just detailed. We had just closed for the day, and I was putting away an old cardboard display up into the crawl space, even though it was not likely I would ever use it again. Cindy was passing up the various pieces to me, and my eyes happened to catch a glimpse of something. Something that I had often suspected, and frequently tried to see, but until that moment had been denied a view of.

It was a glimpse that lasted only a second, but I had to see it again to be sure, so I looked around the area behind the register to look for something else for Cindy to hand me.

"Uh, Cindy. Would you hand me that piece of molding over there?" I asked, pointing to a piece of wood that had been left over from a remodeling job done years ago, and had been minding its own business in the corner all this time. "While I'm up here I might as well stash it away too in case we need it someday."

"Sure Mr. Grant," Cindy said cheerfully as she retrieved the wood and brought it back to the ladder.

My eyes were burning from the perspiration dripping from my brow, and not just from the warmth of the attic in my face, but I cleared them as Cindy reached up with the wood. I pretended to have trouble grabbing it, causing Cindy to reach higher and further, until finally her sleeve rode up far enough.

There is was; peeking out from behind the blue fabric, and starkly contrasting with Cindy's pale white skin, was the spray of golden brown hair that sprouted out from the edge of her sleeve. I leaned over to get a better view, and the end result was me hanging on for dear life. 

"Thank you Cindy. Thanks very much," I repeated as I leaned against the counter and caught my breath. "Must have been the heat or something that made me dizzy for a second. That crawl space is warm."

"You sure scared me Mr. Grant," Cindy said, her face still full of concern. 

Such a sweet and innocent face, and such an equally sweet and innocent girl, that I felt guilty for a fleeting second at my voyeuristic attempts earlier.

The average man wouldn't likely consider Cindy a classic beauty, but I thought her very cute in her own way. I looked at her almost like the daughter I never had. Heck, almost a granddaughter, since at 50 I was certainly biologically eligible.

"Scared myself too," I admitted. "Do you need a ride home tonight, Cindy?" I asked, offering my services as I frequently did when Cindy worked evenings. I often had gotten credit for gallantry when the fact was that I enjoyed Cindy's company so much that I always wanted to extend the time I was with her.

"No, my mom is picking me up," Cindy said cheerfully. "We're going out for dinner, me and her. Kinda like a birthday party."

"Oh, is it your mother's birthday?" I asked.

"No, it's mine," Cindy said sheepishly.

"It is? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, it's no big deal," Cindy said.

"It is to me," I said. "I would have given you the day off if I had known. How old are you now?"

"20 today!" 

"Happy birthday honey," I said as I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I have to remember that in case you decide to stick around with me another year."

"Hope I can," Cindy said with a trace of sadness. "Who else would put up with me?"

"Nonsense," I said. "You're the best employee I've ever had. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Thanks Mr. Grant," Cindy said with a grin. "I try. Well, I'll see you Tuesday. I'll lock the door behind me."

Cindy turned around and went toward the door, and as she did, my heart broke a little bit like always, as she staggered unsteadily away with her right leg dragging behind her, her gait a little unsteady but determined.

2. Cindy.

Cindy had been in a car accident when she was young, and had suffered considerable damage to her right leg. During one of the rare moments she had spoken about it, Cindy said the doctors didn't think she would ever walk afterward, but she was not going to listen to that kind of talk.

So even though it hurt, Cindy walked. Not gracefully, to be sure, but she walked. There were days when it hurt - days when even that bubbly personality and brilliant smile could not mask the pain she was in, but she would never complain or ask for sympathy or special favors.

When she first applied for the part-time position in the quaint little candle shop that was the lifelong dream of my late wife, and that I carried on as best I could in her absence, I confess to having had misgivings at first.

However, Cindy was persistent, and I finally relented, in one of the few brilliant business moves I can take credit for. Right from the start, Cindy won me over. She was never late for work, and in fact was almost always early. I never had to ask Cindy to do things, as she always seemed to know what needed doing, and always needed to be busy at something.

Her mother came by the shop one day after Cindy had been working there for a couple of months, and thanked me for giving her a chance.

"So many people just look at her and write her off," Cindy's mother said sadly. "That's why she didn't go to college. People stare, or make comments, and she's always felt out of place among kids her own age. They're running around and dancing, and she's stuck plodding along behind the rest of them. That's why I'm grateful to you for letting her try to work, and I hope she's able to hold her own, because it's very important to her."

"You don't have to worry about her keeping up around here," I told Cindy's mom, who was a divorcee about my age. "She's great, and I'm so glad I hired her. I just wish I could afford to give her more hours."

In fact, I gave Cindy more hours than I really could afford to, but it was a small price to pay for her company.

"I'm so glad," her mom said. "She is tenacious, isn't she?"

Tenacious. Spunky. Proud. She was all those things, and now almost two years later she had become more than that to me. Even though it was silly for an man my age to admit, I was falling in love with her, and that brief peek on the ladder and reminded me that this was not a child I was attracted too, but a woman.

I would never tell Cindy that, because I would hate to lose her as an employee. Besides, what would a girl just past her teens see in a 50 year old man who frequently felt every year of it?

3. Reflections of Bethany.

Still and all, that brief little peek that evening had made me look at her in a different way all together, as strange as it may seem. Maybe it was a recollection of my beloved Bethany, gone now for three years, but never far from my thoughts.

Bethany was a rebel when we met in 1969 and she never much changed her attitude throughout her entire life. She was an independent woman who marched to the beat of her own drummer, and I was fortunate enough to march along joyfully with her for the nearly 25 years we were together. Life without her was so foreign to me that I really had never recovered from her passing, and figured I never would. 

The store, named the Village Green Candle Shop in reference to the little park it overlooked that formed the hub of our little college town, was a part of her - us, that I fought to keep alive, despite the fact that the business was marginally successful at best.

4. Cindy's belated birthday party.

I waited impatiently much of Tuesday afternoon, watching the door for the surprise I had planned to arrive. I wasn't sure whether I would have preferred the store to be empty when the delivery person arrived, but I didn't have much choice.

As it happened, there were a few customers milling around when the sharply dressed gentleman arrived, delicately manuevering the large garbage bag through the doorway as he entered the shop to the accompaniment of that jingly bell Bethany had put up on the door when we first opened. A sound I had always pretended to hate but had enjoyed as much as Bethany had, and still served as a reminder of her every time it tinkled.

I motioned to the delivery guy that his recipient was working the cash register, just finishing up with a customer, and he nodded and waited patiently in line until it was his turn.

"Are you Cindy?" the man said in a booming voice, and when Cindy nodded he proceeded to break out into a rendition of "Happy Birthday" that would have done Pavarotti proud, while unveiling the bouquet of helium-filled balloons that sprung out from the bag and bobbed wildly about.

Cindy stood there in shock as he handed her the bouquet, tears pouring down her face while the two elderly ladies over by the poupourri clapped their approval. When she fumbled with the card, and saw the sender was me, she started walking over toward me, and I met her on the way.

"Thank you - thank you - thank you!" Cindy chirped with delight. "They're beautiful!"

"Glad you like it honey," I said, momentarily not caring how that might sound. "Sorry they're late."

"That's even better, because it's like having two special days instead of one!" Cindy announced.

"You deserve two," I said, and turned away before Cindy could see me start to choke up, as well as before I said something that was on the tip of my tongue and dying to come out.

5. After hours.

The sign on the door flipped from OPEN to CLOSED, and the latch clicked safely to lock, I went to count the day's receipts. Cindy was sweeping the floor, and I couldn't help notice her frequently looking over behind the register at the balloon bouquet tethered to a drawer handle, just as she had done the whole day.

I was stunned that something like that could make such an impact on her, and I didn't think it was possible for Cindy to become more cheerful than she always was, but it did. Now as I went to the back room and lit the candle on the little ice cream cake I had brought in earlier, I called out for Cindy to come back there for a second.

The cake was on the table with a couple of plates and spoons, the store room dark except for the candle flickering, when Cindy made it to the doorway.

"I was going to sing, but the balloon guy's act is hard to follow," I said as I watched Cindy's smile light up the room. "Hope you like ice cream cake."

"I love it Mr. Grant!", Cindy said as she trudged over to the table. "I can't believe this. You are the nicest man in the world!"

Cindy started to sit in the chair beside me, but came over to my side instead and bent over to kiss me. Cindy had given me kisses on the cheek a couple of times in the past, and I suppose that she might have meant to do that, but then again maybe not. I didn't offer my cheek either, and so it was there that our lips first met.

Not a long kiss, or a passionate kiss, but a kiss nonetheless, and even though it only lasted a second it was a special second for me.

"Thank you," Cindy whispered.

"No, thank you!" I said in response. "It's not even my birthday and I get a kiss from a beautiful girl."

"Well, when your birthday comes around I'll give you another kiss," Cindy said as her cheeks became rosier.

"Tomorrow's my birthday!" I exclaimed.

"It is?" Cindy asked excitedly.

"No, it was a couple months ago," I confessed. "I was just trying to steal a kiss."

We chuckled as we dug into the little cake, and even though the box said it served 4, we managed to polish it off with no problem.

"The package said four servings, but I don't know where they find the people who would be content with a quarter of that cake," I opined. "Lucky we didn't have more people at your party."

"I like it just the way it is," Cindy said as she poked at a stray piece of frosting with her spoon, looking up at me briefly before resuming her attempts to corral the wayward crumb. "This has been one of the most wonderful days of my life."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said while I reached over and patted Cindy's hand, and her tiny mitt disappeared underneath my meaty paw. "I don't know what I would do without you around here, and I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you."

"Do you still miss your wife?" Cindy said suddenly. "Sorry if I'm being nosy. It's just that every day that I come into work I look at the picture of you two by the door. You know, the one of the grand opening of the store? I know you miss her. I mean, does it ever stop hurting?"

"That's okay honey," I assured her. "I don't mind talking about her. Yes, it still hurts, but a little less every day. At this rate I'll have forgotten all about her in another hundred years. If she could, she'd probably kick me in the butt for still feeling that way, because she always said that there was nobody in the world who couldn't tell how much we loved each other. She also said that neither of us would ever have to say that we wished we had said or done something that had gone unsaid or undone. We lived, loved and even argued with every bit of our souls."

"That's so fantastic," Cindy said with misty eyes. "I always think of you two whenever I look at that picture by the door of you guys when you first opened the store. It's easy to see what you two had together." 

"It was wonderful," I admitted. "I guess that's why I keep the store going, even though it's not exactly a gold mine."

"It's a neighborhood landmark," Cindy said. "The town wouldn't be the same without it."

We cleaned up the remants of the little party and I offered to take Cindy home since I had kept her so late. Cindy accepted and we chatted all the way to her front door, where I helped her out with her balloon bouquet, which she wanted to show her mom.

We walked slowly to her front door, where Cindy turned and faced me before planting a kiss on me. Not the little peck that we exchanged on special occassions, but a real honest to goodness kiss. I wasn't prepared for it, but once I figured out what was going on I reciprocated as best I could.

"Thank you for a great day," Cindy exclaimed with a blushing face, before opening the door and making her way inside.

As for me, I stood there in a daze, trying to figure out what had just happened. Cindy was peeking out the door, which was not quite shut, and let out a giggle.

"You okay?" she asked and after I smiled and nodded, Cindy gently closed the door behind her.

6. Coffee with Cindy's mom.

I got up from my seat in the booth when I saw Cindy's mother enter the diner, recognizing her from the occassional brief meetings we had over the last couple years. She was an attractive woman about my age, but had a weary look about her, one that suggested that life had been no picnic for her over the years.

"Hello Mr. Grant," she said as she slid into the booth after we shook hands. 

"Adam will do fine after all this time, Mrs. Terrell," I said.

"Susan," she said, putting us on a first name basis with ease.

"I appreciate you meeting me like this," I told her as the waitress brought Susan a cup of coffee and refilled mine.

"No problem at all, but I do have to be to work in about 45 minutes."

"I won't keep you," I assured Susan, nervously stirring the cream into my coffee. "It's just that I didn't want to talk to you in front of Cindy, or have you put in an awkward position in front of her."

"I hope this isn't going to be what I'm afraid it's sounding like," Susan said as she peeked over the edge of her cup before sipping her coffee.

"Uh - I'm not sure," I said. 

"Is it about Cindy's job?"

"What? Oh - gee no!" I said with a start.

"Good. If Cindy ever lost that job I think she'd just about die," Susan said. "It means everything in the world to her. Everything revolves around Mr. Grant and The Village Green Candle Shop."

"No," I said. "She's the best employee I could ever ask for. But it is about her though."

I cleared my throat nervously, taking a sip of my own coffee and trying to find the courage to form the question that I had been rehearsing for about a week.

"Well..." Susan said, raising her eyebrow and leaning forward in hopes that I would come out with it.

"I was wondering if you would have any objection - to me - to my asking Cindy if she would like to go out with me? To dinner, or something?"

"You mean a date?"

"Yes," I said, acutely aware of the face that my forehead was beaded with sweat and I was fidgeting like I was a teenager again.

"Old fashioned sort of guy, aren't you?" Susan asked, a little smile in the corner of her mouth.

"Yes and no," I admitted. "It's just that - well, I'm way older than she is, and I wasn't sure how you would feel about somebody my age asking your daughter out."

"It's fine by me," Susan said. "Heck, I was kinda hoping you were going to ask ME out. All I ever hear is Mr. Grant this and Mr. Grant that. The sun seems to rise and set by you."

"Well, there's no guarantee that she'll say yes if I do ask her out," I opined. 

"You're kidding, right?" Susan chuckled.

"Well, why would a young girl be interested in somebody thirty years older than her?"

"Let's put it this way Adam," Susan said. "For the last week all I've heard is about the little birthday party you threw for her, and the singing delivery man. She came home that night and kept me up until two in the morning telling me and re-telling me all about it. Those balloons are drooping on the floor of her bedroom but if I ever made a move to throw them out she'd shoot me!"

I grinned at the thought of how much that day had meant to Cindy, and nodded knowingly toward her mom.

"Of course it's okay, and I do thank you for asking," she added while checking her watch. "Maybe I would have felt weird about it with anybody else, but I've had a good feeling about you since I met you after you hired Cindy. She's never been on a date before, you know."

"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised at hearing that.

"Not easy being Cindy, if you know what I mean," Susan said. "How I prayed that somebody would have asked her to the senior prom. I almost wished I could have afforded to pay someone to have brought her, but if she had ever found out I did something like that..."

"I can imagine," I agreed. "She's a spunky gal."

"Anyway, you two have fun," Susan said before rising to leave. "Only thing I ask is that you don't lead her on, or give her false hope about anything. She - we haven't had good luck with men."




Village Green Candle Shop



"I wouldn't hurt her for anything," I assured her. "Besides, she might not say yes," I added and Susan patted my arm and smiled.

"Didn't think you would," Susan said before excusing herself and heading off to work. "If you think she'll say anything but yes, you haven't been paying attention."

7. Mothers are usually right.

It was after closing time on Wednesday night when I finally got up enough courage to ask Cindy out. I had just finished counting the drawer, and Cindy had just finished sweeping up, when I casually brought up the subject of going out to dinner.

Truth be known, it was far from a casual question. I stammered and stuttered and in general sounded like a complete fool, and it was no wonder that Cindy didn't really understand what I was asking her.

"What I'm trying to ask you," I said as I finally decided to stop pretending that this was just idle chatter and stopped puttering around mindlessly, "is if you would like to go out to dinner this Saturday night. Maybe catch a movie or something like that."

"With you?" Cindy asked me.

"Well, that was the general idea," I said.

"What's the occassion?"

"Besides eating dinner?" I asked. "I mean - I guess it would be a date."

Cindy jumped when she heard that, and knocked over a little stand that held novelty pens. Cindy was a bundle of nerves as she tried to gather them up and put them back in the slots, her face blushing as she did.

"Klutz," Cindy muttered to herself as we knelt down and got everything put back together again.

"Well," I finally said. "What do you say?"

Cindy looked flushed and embarassed, and it suddenly occured to me that maybe she wanted to say no but didn't want to hurt my feelings.

"Cindy... if you'd rather not it's okay," I assured her with as brave a face as I could manage. "I just thought..."

"I'd love to!" Cindy blurted out very loudly, her voice squeaking and breaking as she spoke. "I'd just that... well, I wasn't expecting you to ask me that."

"At the rate I was stuttering and sputtering I didn't think it would ever get out of me," I admitted. "I've never been much of a ladies man."

"I've never been much of a man's lady," Cindy said with a nervous giggle. "Never thought anybody would ever ask me that question either."

8. The first date.

It was downright silly for a man my age to be nervous about a date, especially one with a girl that had never been on one before. Even if it was a disaster, it would still be her best date ever, but it didn't quell the butterflies in my stomach.

Part of my nervousness came from the fact that I didn't know what we were going to do. The only movie house in our little college town was showing some slasher horror picture, and I didn't think that was a good thing to take a girl to on a first date. In the end I figured we could just go to dinner and stretch it into a long one.

When I knocked on the door of Cindy's house, the door flew open almost immediately, which startled me as my hand was still flailing around next to the wood.

Cindy looked so vibrant; not that she didn't always look attractive to me, but she looked even better than usual as she greeted me in the doorway. Her mother was standing in the living room, watching my entrance with an amused smile on her weathered face. 

"You look amazing," I told Cindy, as my eyes took in her pink short sleeved blouse and darker rose slacks, and Cindy seemed happy to hear that. I suspected she must have put a lot of time into getting ready, and even though she needn't have put on any makeup on my account, she had applied it conservatively and tastefully.

"You guys have fun," Mrs. Terrell said, and she appeared to wipe a tear from her cheek as she spun back toward the kitchen of their modest home.

We closed the door behind us and walked down the long path that led to the street, the unseasonably warm evening and clear skies providing a wonderful setting for our night.

I drove us down into the area around my store, and parked in a central location in what passed for our business district.

"Where would you like to eat?" I asked Cindy as we got out of the car. "I didn't make any reservations because I didn't know what you would feel like."

There were five restuarants within the little village green area, and they covered a pretty wide range of cuisine, all things considered.

"Oh, I get to choose?" Cindy said. "Gee, the pressure is on me."

Cindy looked around, and finally pointed across the park to Nicole's.

"Can we go to Nicole's?" Cindy asked. "I've always wanted to go there."

"Of course, my dear Cindy," I said in a regal voice. "A wise choice."

Nicole's probably was the best restuarant in town, and had the most extensive menu as well. I would have suggested it myself, but I feared the entrance, which involved the negotiation of several steps. Cindy, I had noticed, had a problem with steps.

Cindy paused at the base of the steps, and put her hand on my arm, which I had offered to her seconds earlier.

"This might take some time," Cindy said, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

"We have all the time you need," I assured her, and watch the grim look of determination on her face as she lifted her good leg up to the first step.

"It's more a lack of faith than anything else," Cindy told me as her bad leg followed behind her. "Dumb leg gives out on me every so often. Helps to have someone to lean on."

I looked over at the front of Nicole's place, and there was only one couple in the spacious window, and they were way too busy with each other to gawk at us going up the stairs.

"There!" Cindy said as we reached the top of the stairs. "Made it up here in time for breakfast."

I laughed as I opened the door and let Cindy in before me. The owner of Nicole's was acting as the hostess, and she smiled broadly as she saw us enter.

"Adam! Long time since you've been around these parts," Nicole said. "Thought you were mad at us."

"No way," I assured her as we exchanged pecks on the cheek. "It's not easy for an old guy to trick a pretty girl into going to dinner with him."

"Oh my goodness!" Nicole exclaimed as she looked to my side. "It's little Cindy! I didn't recognize you at first. You look so much older, and you look especially lovely tonight."

"I agree," I said to Nicole. "How's chances you put us in the front window so I can show Cindy off to the rest of the town."

"Chances are excellent," Nicole announced, and led us through the sparsely populated dining room and over to the unoccupied table next to the window.

We made it over to the table and I pulled Cindy's chair out for her as Nicole lit the candle in the center of the table. I walked around to the opposite side and eased myself down into the chair facing Cindy.

The candlelight flickered as I looked over at Cindy, who was looking out the window. Her eyes were sparkling, and it almost looked like tears were welling up in them as she looked out at the village green outside the glass.

"Sorry," Cindy sniffled as she eventually turned to face me. "It's just that I would always go past this place and look at the people eating, and it looked like it would be so much fun. Never thought I'd..."

"Well, you're here now," I said. "You can look out at our bustling metropolis and watch the people scurrying around."

"Yeah, you can see the shop from here too," Cindy noted, the front window visible from our perch through the newly budding trees in the green.

We both ordered varieties of chicken for dinner, and I got us a bottle of pinot noir after consulting with my date.

"I don't know anything about wine," Cindy said after the waitress had departed. "I'm surprised that they're going to serve me."

My look of puzzlement was replaced by one of shock, as I realized that Cindy was not of legal age.

"Oh geez, I totally forgot," I said quickly. "I can get you a soda or something."

"No, please don't," Cindy replied. "I'd like to at least sip some of it. Make me feel like a grown up."

"You are a grown up," I told Cindy. "That's why I didn't think about it when I ordered, and why the waitress didn't question you either. You're very mature for your age, and you look so spectacular tonight as well."

Cindy's teeth sparkled as a smile spread across her face. A smile that never failed to make me feel warm inside whenever I saw it.

Our meals came and Cindy sent me a mischievious grin every time she brought the glass of wine to her lips. Dinner was wonderful, and the conversation was delightful as well, as we managed to avoid too much shop talk.

Even by making the meal linger as long as possible, it was still pretty early when we finished, and as I helped Cindy down the steps I looked up and down the street. The marquee at the only movie theatre in town was visible from there, and I told Cindy that I wished there was another movie playing.

"It's a sequel," Cindy told me. "I saw the first movie a couple years ago, and it was pretty bad. I doubt if this one is any better."

"One of the problems with living here is that we don't get a lot of choices," I lamented. "If you go to the larger cities they have a dozen screens to choose from. Sometimes they have films at the campus theatre, but not tonight."

A walk was not a good idea, because although it was a good night for it, I wasn't sure how much of it Cindy could take.

"We could go over to the shop and dust," Cindy said with a giggle.

"Now that would be a new low in dating, even for someone like me."

"Well, you could take me to your place," Cindy said with a little hesitation.

"Really?" I said, actually hoping that this would be where we ended up but afraid to mention it for fear Cindy would get the wrong idea. "It's not very fancy."

"Neither is our house, if you'll remember," Cindy offered.

9. After dinner.

My place, as Cindy called it, was the apartment behind the shop. Bethany had fallen in love with the entire building when we began renting it, and when times were good we were able to buy it. The apartment was a cozy one bedroom with a fireplace in the living room. You could swing a cat in the place, but just barely, and while it was a little cramped for 2 people, I had found that without Bethany it seemed cavernous.

We went in though the shop entrance, and even in the semi-darkness our familiarity allowed us to weave our way around the displays through to the back. Reaching the apartment entrance without incident, I opened the door and led Cindy in, relieved that the place was neat and tidy.

"Oh! This is so cute!" Cindy exclaimed as she entered the kitchen. "And a fireplace! This is so awesome Mr. - Adam."

I smiled at the correction, having already told her several times to please forget the Mr. Grant stuff.

"Oops," Cindy said. "I'll try to remember that for the rest of the night."

"For the rest of forever," I told her. "Adam will do fine no matter where we are. I never was much for the Mister title." 

Leading Cindy into the living room, I lit the store bought log in the fireplace and brought us out a couple of sodas.

"This is really neat," Cindy said as the wax log flamed up. "You've got a lot of movies too."

Cindy gestured at the collection of DVD's and tapes along the wall.

"Is there something you would like to watch?"

"Sure, pick out anything," Cindy said, adding with a laugh, "Anything but "The Savage Slasher 1 or 2."

"You like old movies or older movies?" I asked. "I'm afraid my tastes run to more aged material."

"I haven't seen many older movies, but play something you want to see," Cindy suggested. "If you like it I probably will too."

"Have you ever seen Casablanca?"

Casablanca was not something Cindy had seen, but was something that I had seen about 100 times. It was a favorite of Bethany's as well, and I always vowed that I would play it until it wore out. The tape had eventually failed, but the new DVD copy showed promise that it would outlive me no matter how much I played it.

Cindy sat on the couch with me, and after a few minutes had slid over to where she was need to me. Before long it would be accurate to say we were snuggling together.

Cindy's attention was on the movie, however, and it was an emotional hour and forty minutes for me. I heard Cindy sniffle at times, and it was difficult for me to not lose it myself despite my being able to probably recite the movie's dialogue word for word.

The memory of watching Casablanca with Bethany countless times, and the sight of her jumping to her feet and breaking into song along with Paul Henreid and the patrons of Rick's, as they sang Les Marsaille to drown out the German soldiers patriotic singing, was something that was destined to stay with me forever, I realized. I almost felt guilty watching the movie with another woman. In a way it felt like I was cheating on Bethany, and I wondered what she would think of me being with Cindy.

Many times during the final, painful days, Bethany would playfully scold me as she lay helplessly in the hospital bed, admonishing me to go find myself another woman. She even tried to set me up with a couple of the nurses, much to my embarrassment.

"You're not going anywhere," I told her. "We're going to march out of the place soon, and then what would I do? I can't even keep up with you!"

It was a lie, of course, and Bethany knew it too, but she would nod and smile in response. 

Nobody would ever replace Bethany, that was certain. I also knew that I had been alone for the three longest and worst years of my life, and the loneliness had not lessened, it had actually seemed to intensify.

Until now. I glanced over at Cindy, who was watching the screen with intensity, her eyes just as dewy and beautiful as Ingrid Bergman's ever were. Biting her lower lip, as she sometimes did when she was nervous or excited, my heart fluttered a little. Was I falling in love again? It surely felt like it.

Casablanca ended, and as Rick and Captain Renaud walked off together, Cindy squeezed my arm. I put my arm around her and held her tightly as she sobbed softly.

"Must be wonderful," Cindy said after regaining her composure. "To have somebody love you that much, I mean."

"It is," I told her, and looked at her tear streaked cheeks. "Did you like the movie?"

"I loved it," Cindy said. "I could watch it again and again."

"Well, stick around with me long enough and you'll probably have to," I said with a chuckle.

"I think that would be a good thing,' Cindy said without laughing.

I kissed Cindy then. Her cheek cool against my face, her lips full and warm, I felt her warm response to what might have been the first romantic affection she had ever received. What she lacked in experience Cindy more than made up for in enthusiasm, as we began necking.

My hands slid over her back as we kissed, and I felt myself get an instant erection as my fingers felt the warmth of Cindy's back beneath her blouse. Just the feel of her bra strap made me almost have an orgasm right then and there, as I rediscovered the joys of being with a woman.

I fought the urge to do what I really wanted to do. I wanted to touch Cindy's breasts, longed to feel her naked body next to mine, and wanted to make love to her so badly I could scream.

I didn't. After several minutes of passionate necking, during which time Cindy evolved rapidly into an incredible kisser, I finally was able to gracefully slow the pace down.

"That was fun," Cindy said as we got ourselves together somewhat, and from the sound of her voice it was obvious that she was not against the prospect of continuing.

"Very fun," I told her, and when I looked over at her, Cindy's eyes were looking down.

I realized that Cindy was staring at the bulge in my camel colored slacks, and I felt myself flush with shame when I saw how obvious my arousal was. 

"I was afraid I wouldn't be good at it," Cindy said, still looking down at my crotch, which was showing no sign of going away despite my shame. "Kissing, I mean."

My eyes strayed down to Cindy's chest, where the tiny outline of her nipple was visible despite the layers of clothing. The silky down on her arms was standing upright as well, and I silently cursed myself for stopping.

"Well, you're quite good at it, believe me."

"I could get better with more practice," Cindy said, and looked at me with those moist doe-like eyes.

10. My best friend.

Cindy went out with me several times over the next couple weeks. We would go to movies, or to dinner and inevitably end up in the place behind the shop. There we would watch television or chat, and eventually would begin making out on the couch.

Our kissing would become more passionate, and Cindy did get better, as she had promised, even though she was fine from the very start. The only problem was that after a few minutes, I would be getting very... excited. Cindy would to, or so it seemed.

It was at that point I would stop. I'd either go to the bathroom, or make up some reason to break it up. 

It was after watching the movie 'Gaslight' one evening, when everything came to a head. We were necking up a storm, and things were proceeding as they always did. Just as I was thinking of a way to gracefully cool things off, I felt Cindy reach down and take my hand. Before I knew what was happening, Cindy was pulling it up to her breast.

I jerked my hand back like it was headed for a bear trap. Embarrassed, I tried to make light of what I had just done, but Cindy was not in the mood for chuckling or anything remotely similar. Cindy was, for lack of a better word, pissed.

"Look Adam, we have to talk," Cindy said sharply, brushing a stray hair from in front of her face and straightening up in the seat.

"I'm sorry," I said lamely. "I wasn't expecting you to do that and ..."

"Well, what's your problem then?" Cindy asked. "You must like me, for whatever reason, because you keep asking me out."

"I do like you, you know that!" I argued, almost slipping in a word that was more accurate than the word 'like'.

"Then why won't you touch me?" Cindy asked. "I know I don't have all that much up there, but I thought you would eventually at least give me a grope out of pity."

"That's silly! You're beautiful!"

"Then what's with the treating me like I'm radioactive? You always seem to like what we're doing," Cindy added, giving a glance down to my crotch, where the swelling had only just begun to subside. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No," I said. "It's not you, it's me."

"What are you turning into now, George Costanza?" Cindy said, partially cooling the charged atmosphere.

I opened up to Cindy then. It wasn't her. It was me. I felt so happy when I was around her. I loved her company. I thought she was bright and witty and beautiful. I counted the minutes until we would be alone together. I loved making out with her.

"So?"

I explained to her that I felt guilty. Every time I wanted to go beyond what we were doing, a voice inside me would tell me to stop. 

"Why?"

I told her I felt like a predator. She was so much younger than me. I felt like I was taking advantage of her. She was just a kid, and I was old enough to be her father, or worse.

When I finished, Cindy took a sip of her drink and then took my hand in hers.

"Look Adam," Cindy began, giving me that steely look of determination she always showed when faced with something difficult. "When I first started working for you, you always would baby me. Remember? I broke you of that habit, if you recall."

Indeed I did. From the first day, Cindy always refused any help that wasn't absolutely necessary, and earned my respect and admiration with every passing day. I started to tell her that, but she was on a roll.

"And when we first started going out, it was the same way. I like being treated like a lady - like something special, but I didn't let you baby me then either."




Village Green Candle Shop



"I know," I managed to get out.

"But this - this is something you're going to have to work out for yourself," Cindy declared. "I can't force you to think the way I want you to when it comes to this. I know you're older than me. You'll always be older than me."

"It's just..."

"It's just nothing!" Cindy snapped. "This is the first time in my life that I've felt like a woman. First time I've felt like this toward anybody and the first time I've ever thought a guy felt that way about me. I won't let you take that away from me! Be honest with me and with yourself. I may not be much, but I am what I am. Either you treat me like a woman or don't bother asking me out."

I looked at Cindy, her lower lip quivering but otherwise defiant, and could tell how much I had hurt her. I searched for the correct response - the one that would set everything striaght and explain why I felt the way I did.

"You're right," I finally concluded. "I'm being a hypocrite. I make out with you like this, and I fantasize about what I want to do with you and to you..."

"You do?" Cindy interjected.

"Of course I do. You want honesty? Here's what I really think. Whenever we're together I fantasize about you - about us. I undress you in my mind. I visualize you naked. I want to kiss every inch of your body."

Cindy's sweaty hand was squeezing mine tightly as I babbled on and on, spilling my guts out to her like she had never heard before. She wanted to know what goes through a man's mind? She heard it, and while she was a little shocked by the time I finished, ahe hadn't run away either.

"Wow," Cindy said slowly.

"Well, you can't say that wasn't honest," I said sheepishly. "I am sorry about treating you like anything less than the woman you are, and that's all in the past. Anyway, that's what I think about when I think of you, and from now on that's the way I'll act toward you, and you can act accordingly."

"The part about being tied to the bedposts," Cindy said with a mischievous grin. "That was new to me. I'd thought about getting hung from the ceiling like that woman in that old film we saw last week... you know, that Barbara Steele movie?"

"I like my fantasies to be something that could actually happen," I explained. "I don't have a dungeon, but I do have bedposts."

Cindy giggled as she fell into me, hugging me tight. It was then that I realized how much Cindy really meant to me, and how much hurting her had hurt me, and how badly I wanted to make her happy.

The emotions had taken their toll on our evening, and as much as I wanted to carry Cindy into the bedroom and make love to her, I thought it better to wait, and make it a special time for both of us.

"Let's go away next weekend," I said as I held her face in my hands, kissing her soft moist lips gently.

"Away?"

"I know a place up north," I explained. "After we close the store Saturday afternoon we could take off. We can rent a cabin at this quiet little lake I know about and spend a couple of days there. Closing the store on Monday won't matter much. What do you think?"

"Oh God! I'd love it!"

"That way we can have time to show how we really feel about each other," I added.

That line came out a little more obvious than I had figured, but Cindy biting her lower lip and nodding enthusiastically made it all right. 

Despite everything, we began necking again, and before very long we were getting pretty aroused. At least I think Cindy was. As for myself, I knew I was, so I slipped my hand under Cindy's blouse. 

Sliding my hand upward, I began kneading Cindy's left breast over her bra. I felt the soft padding of the harness and the warmness of the woman underneath and wanted more.

My hand inched underneath the bottom of the bra cup and with a flick of the wrist I eased the bra up over her breast. Cindy let out a whimper as my hand cupped her bare breast, and she began to grind herself into my palm.

I felt like a kid again, throughly inflamed by such a primitive act. I squeezed the soft flesh of her pert breast, which fit perfectly in my palm, as her taut nipple scraped against it, and as I did, I felt Cindy's hand on my thigh, sliding closer to the bulge she was seeking.

This time I was the one moaning, as Cindy grabbed the bulge and began squeezing and pulling as best she could through the fabric. I wanted to stop her, but was afraid she would take it the wrong way, and before I knew it, it was too late.

"I thought you were having a heart attack," Cindy said a minute later. "I didn't mean to do that."

"You didn't," I corrected her, my embarrassment evident in my voice. "You were the inspiration. Let's just call you an accomplice."

"Kinda exciting," Cindy said, finally moving her hand away from the slowly expanding stain in the front of my pants.

"It was good for me, even if it didn't last very long," I told her. "Shows how long it's been since anybody has been around them parts, and also shows how much you excite me."

11. The longest week.

The week leading up to our little weekend vacation was a strange one. There was a tension between the two of us that was hard to describe. I guess it had to do with the fact that we were going to have sex next weekend. I knew it, and Cindy knew it. It was almost like we had made an appointment to do it, and with that came a lot of nervousness.

We had put up signs announcing that we would be closed the next Monday, and Cindy giggled when I noted that it was because we would be taking inventory.

"How come you don't put down the real reason?" Cindy asked. "Closed due to debauchery!"

"This a family candle shop," I reminded her, and grabbed her butt cheek just before a couple of women came in the door.

Saturday afternoon came around eventually, and after taking care of the last straggler we put the key in the door and tossed my suitcase in the car. I drove Cindy over to her house and grabbed her things, and as her mother kissed her goodbye, I found myself struggling to look her mom in the eye.

"At least you didn't ask her permission for me to go with you," Cindy quipped as we pulled away from her place and headed toward Crane Lake.

"I'm getting much better in that regard," I answered, not bothering to mention the fact that I had almost made that very slip the night I suggested this trip. 

It was about an hour's drive to the cabin I had rented, but I made it in 50 minutes, so anxious was I that Cindy see the place before it got dark. It had been almost five years since I had been up to this deserted lake that had served as a frequent getaway for us, right up until Bethany became too ill to make the trip.

Being early in the season, we were able to secure a cabin with no problem, and I was able to secure my old favorite. Not much to look at from the outside, its main charm was the fact that it was nestled deep in the woods, assuring the thing that I always treasured the most. Privacy.

After paying the owner and getting the key, we took the serpentine gravel road up to the cabin. It looked pretty much the same to me, albeit a little more rundown, but Cindy fell in love with it as soon as we pulled up alongside it.

"It's beautiful!" Cindy gushed, and although that might have been overstating it a bit, it was obvious she really liked it, and in it's defense it did have considerable charm provided you weren't expecting anything lavish or modern.

The porch had two steps that Cindy hopped up easily as she hurried ahead of me, and she plopped in one of the two Adirondack chairs that sat on the porch and lit up the immediate area with her smile.

"Let's throw these bags inside and walk down to the lake before it gets dark," I suggested.

The cabin was exactly the same as I remembered, and the furnishings were just as out of date as ever. There was a slight musty scent when I opened the door, and I was a little nervous when Cindy came in behind me, hoping she wouldn't find the place too corny or boring.

"A fireplace!" Cindy squealed, and from that moment on I don't think it would have matterred what the place looked like. "Can we have fires, like at home - I mean, your home?"

"Sure," I said, even though it was very warm for late spring. "Not what you were expecting, I bet. Doesn't have a lot of frills."

Indeed it didn't. There was a little kitchenette with a refrigerator that looked as old as I was, with a matching stove and a table with 2 chairs. There was a bathroom with a toilet, sink and a tiny shower stall, and a bedroom with a bed, night stand and dresser. 

The living room had an gigantic couch, a lamp and a coffee table, all ancient. Cindy was so thrilled with the fireplace, and the big shag rug in front of it, that she barely noticed the fact that there was no TV. I mentioned it when pointing out the faded tan plastic Philco radio that would serve as our entertainment center.

"Who needs TV?" Cindy declared as she spun the dial on the dinosaur. "Show me the lake, Adam."

The sun was starting to set as we went down the path that ran alongside the cabin. You could see the lake through the leaves of the trees, and the water was only about 100 feet from the porch, a fact that delighted Cindy to no end.

"We can come down here and swim anytime," Cindy said as we reached the sandy beach, which was so narrow you could barely lay on it without your toes getting wet. "I love this place! It's so beautiful."

"I didn't think it would be so warm," I told her. "Didn't pack a bathing suit. Come to think of it, I probably don't have one anymore."

"Who needs suits?" Cindy said with a devilish grin. "It is deserted up here, just like you said."

"It is that," I agreed, looking out at the sunlight sparkling on the water, holding Cindy's hand as she leaned against me. "When did you become the exhibitionist?"

"When I'm with you, I don't care much about anything or anybody else."

We stood and watched the sun disappear behind the mountains, and as darkness fell the air got a little chilly.

"How about that fire?" I suggested, and Cindy quickly seconded the suggestion.

Back at the cabin, I grabbed some of the wood piled against the cabin wall and proceeded to get a fire going while Cindy unpacked our bags. I had brought some snacks and sandwiches to get us through the night, and Cindy made up a plate of cheese, crackers and pepperoni while the fire began to roar.

"Might have overdone it," I said as the fireplace crackled and we were forced to step back a bit from the heat. "Not used to dealing with real wood I guess."

I looked over at Cindy, the light of the fire dancing all over her face as she looked at the flames. So thrilled with the primitive cabin, like she had never been anyplace like it. Come to think of it, maybe her and her mom hadn't had much chance to do the things most families do.

Just then Cindy looked up at me, catching me staring at her, and I sheepishly grinned.

"Sorry. You always look so beautiful in the glow of a fire."

"I feel beautiful," Cindy said. "Keep the fire roaring for me."

Cindy walked into the bedroom, leaving me to poke at the fire like I knew what I was doing. She was in the bedroom for quite a while, and after I pitched another log into the inferno I heard Cindy clearing her throat nervously.

I turned and saw Cindy standing in the doorway of the bedroom. A startled gasp escaped from me as my eyes took in the sight of Cindy, wearing the most sheer and revealing nightie I had ever seen. It was like she was wearing a misty cloud. The white silk left nothing to the imagination, revealing her teardrop shaped breasts, with the rose colored nipples pressing against the fabric.

Below, the outline of her light brown triangle between her legs was visible, and the nightie ended at mid-thigh. Her legs. Cindy always wore slacks so I seeing them them for the first time; the left one, so shapely and strong - almost muscular, and the right one - with the long scar that ran from above the knee and down to her calf - and the leg itself much skinnier and a little off-color.

Looking up at Cindy after my visual excursion of her body, I saw her biting her lower lip, just like she always did when she was nervous. Her eyes were like those of a deer caught in the headlights, looking almost like she was afraid of my reaction.

"No sense hiding it anymore," Cindy finally said.

"No sense and no reason to," I said as I walked toward her. "You look unbelievable."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Cindy started to say, just before I took Cindy in my arms and kissed her like I never had before.

"Let's go to bed," I said, and began to lead her into the bedroom, but Cindy stayed in place and shook her head.

"There," Cindy said, and motioned to the rug in front of the fire.

Taking my hand she brought me over to the shag rug, which I suspected had quite a few stories it could tell, and was about to have another very soon. Cindy began to unbutton my shirt, her fingers shaking and her eyes still wide.

Off came the shirt, and how I wished I was in better shape. Cindy didn't seem to mind, and smiled as she ran her fingers through the salt and pepper hair that covered my chest.

"Soft," Cindy said with a little giggle, and started to undo my belt.

I stood there and let Cindy do as she wanted, since she seemed to have a plan, and I was liking the plan a lot so far. As the belt came undone and she undid the button, my khakis slid to the floor on their own. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of the tangle at my ankles and kicked the mess to the side.

Cindy was holding onto my arm while I did this, and I noticed her eyes were transfixed on my boxer shorts, and more specifically, the bulge that was quite evident on my right thigh. I heard Cindy swallow as her other hand went down and ran lightly along the bulge.

"Not like surfing the internet," Cindy said nervously, and I was reminded that this was going to be something very new to Cindy. I also hoped that she wasn't expecting anything like the genetic freaks that populate the adult sites there.

I let Cindy stroke me a couple of times, feeling myself get harder under her touch, until she finally undid the snap of the boxers. Shifting my hips a little, the boxers cleared the obstruction that was holding them up, and Cindy gasped when my cock sprang wildly around after being freed.

I smiled at Cindy, brushing a strand of hair from her face, but Cindy was still concentrating on down below. Tentatively, her hand reached out and took my cock in her hand. The sight of her pale little white paw on my thickening beige member looked so erotic, and when Cindy gave it a couple of gentle pulls, I immediately became as hard as I could remember being in a very long time.

Without words, I eased Cindy down onto the soft rug, and as she lifted her nightie up and over her head, I coaxed her onto her back. Parting her thighs with as much care as I dared, I knelt between them and gazed at the golden brown fur that surrounded her womanhood.

My hands slid along Cindy's thighs, feeling the caress of the soft down that lightly dusted them, and lowered my face until my lips grazed her labia.

Her pubic hair was so soft and fine that it felt like a gentle breeze against my cheeks, and when my tongue slid into her pussy, Cindy's entire body jerked in surprise. I wrapped my arms under her backside and pulled her tight against me as my tongue found her pearl.

Cindy squirmed and moaned as I delicately caressed her clitoris orally, inhaling the spectacular aroma of a woman once again, enjoying the scent and the sounds of a woman. A woman about to cum.

It was good that we were isolated, but even then it was a miracle that the sheriff never showed up at the door. I held onto Cindy for dear life, licking and lapping at her pussy, while she let out some sounds that I couldn't imagine coming from her. I looked up from her furry grotto and saw her face for a second as she thrashed around; veins bulging in her neck, face flushed, and her eyes rolling back in her head as she came.

When her orgasm finally ebbed, her body kept shaking for a minute or two, and as I raised my head up from her delta and leaned over her, her arms flew up and grabbed me around the neck.

"Oh god oh god oh god!" Cindy chanted, and she was kissing all over my face, her cheeks damp with tears and sweat. "I love you!"

"I love you too," I said, and slid up on the rug until my knees were up against her backside.

Cindy looked down at my cock, springing around just inches from her pussy, and bit her lower lip.

"I want you so bad," I said, taking my cock and running it through the fur and along the lips of her pussy.

Up and down along her opening I slid the head of my cock, the wetness making the whole area glisten, until I couldn't stand the teasing anymore.

"Oooh!" Cindy gasped, as the head of my cock slid into her.

As I entered her, I immediately ran into an obstacle. Not an unexpected one, but one I had hoped was not there for whatever reason. I pushed myself harder against her hymen, and tried to shut out Cindy's sobs.

I couldn't stop now, and Cindy wouldn't have let me anyway, as she had hold of my ass cheeks and was pulling me toward her. Finally, I got frustrated and pushed with all of my might.

Cindy screamed as I tore through the barrier and squeezed about half of myself into her before stopping. Her pussy was like a vice, and I began to rock very gently inside of Cindy, trying to loosen her up a bit, and trying not to look at her beneath me, crying and biting her lip.

"So good," Cindy choked out. "Don't stop."

As if to emphasize that point, Cindy began thrusting her hips up to meet my timif prodding. Soon, I was in her to the hilt, and the sloppy sounds coming from us as we made love were magical.

Cindy was still crying, but they were tears of joy as she looked up at me, and she got me crying too. It didn't affect my view of watching her cum after a few minutes, her tight pussy clamping down on me as her head arched backward, raising her whole upper torso while she screamed in ecstacy.

"I loved watching you cum," I said as I kept sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, which was nowhere near as tight as before, but still a wonderfully snug fit.

"I want to watch you too," Cindy said, and I was more than happy and ready to oblige.

My orgasm would have been on the way anyway, but hearing Cindy say that put it in motion. I slid myself all the way into her, and then stopped. My seed spurted inside of Cindy in a torrent, and she let out a sigh as my cock jerked with every blast.

When I finally stopped cumming, I eased down and kissed Cindy, her face radiating more happiness than anyone else's in the world, with the possible exception of mine. 

12. Afterglow.

We held each other for a long time, only breaking away from each other long enough for me to pitch a few logs into the fire to keep us warm. I loved the way the light flickered on our bodies as we relaxed on the shag rug, which was going to need some cleaning before we departed, something that was not lost on Cindy.

"Looks like a slaughterhouse in here," Cindy quipped dryly as we looked at the rug, and I went into a laughing fit at that.

"I shouldn't be taking pleasure in someone else's pain," I said after getting control of myself.

"I don't even remember the pain part," Cindy said, and as she reclined next to me, putting her hand behind her head so she could watch the fire, I found myself with my face right next to Cindy's armpit.

I was surprised that I hadn't noticed that Cindy had shaved her underarms. The moist little hollows now had just a faint patch of fuzz, and I chuckled when I thought back to that evening so many months ago.

"What's so funny?" Cindy said, looking at me as I stared at her armpit. "Do I smell? God, I must!"

"No, don't," I said as Cindy started to put her arm down, and I brought it back to its earlier position above her head. "If I tell you something, you have to promise not to laugh, or at least not think I'm a pervert."




Village Green Candle Shop



"I can't promise that, because I already think you're a pervert."

"Okay, I'll tell you anyway," I said. "Do you remember your last birthday?"

"The party you had for me? Of course I do."

"No, I mean the actual night of your birthday, and you were helping put stuff in the attic."

"Oh yeah!" Cindy exclaimed. "You almost fell off the ladder."

"Right," I continued. "Well, the reason that I almost took a header was - well, I happened to glance down when you were reaching up to hand me something and I saw..."

"Well? Saw what?" Cindy said, and chuckled herself as I tried to compose myself. "You're cute when you blush, you know?"

"Your sleeve slid up," I eventually blurted out. "And when it did I saw that you had hair under your arm."

"Oh god! I'm sorry. How gross you must have thought I was! No wonder you almost fell!"

"No, I almost fell because I was trying to get a better look the second time."

"Huh? You mean you like that?"

"Guilty," I admitted sheepishly. "Before that day, I had always thought of you as a kid - a kid I was very fond of, but a kid just the same. Seeing that, I started to look at you in a different way."

"And here we are," Cindy said with a smile.

"Here we are," I echoed.

"That means I'm throwing the razors away."

"You don't have to do that," I told her. "I don't want you to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable."

"Hey, I never used to bother shaving because nobody was going to look under my arms back then anyway, and the only reason I shaved my pits was because of you."

"Either way is fine," I said, and I brought my hand up to her underarm, letting my fingers graze against the faint patch of stubble. "You have very sexy armpits either way."

"Sexy armpits?" Cindy asked with a giggle.

"Absolutely. Women's underarms are one of the sexiest parts of their bodies."

"They are? And I have sexy pits?"

"Very sexy," I said, and impulsively leaned over and kissed her damp hollow.

"Ooooh," Cindy said softly, and when I saw the faraway look in Cindy's eyes, I upped the ante.

My tongue slid slowly through her armpit, and as I made contact with the delicate fuzz I felt my cock begin to get a second life. Cindy's mouth was open and she took a deep breath of air as my tongue continued up to the inside of her bicep before retracing my earlier path and licking my way back down.

"Bet nobody ever did that to you before," I said with a smile.

"Nobody ever did anything to me before," Cindy said. "That was... "

"Nice?" I suggested.

"Mmmmm - much better than that," Cindy replied. "Will you still do that when my pits are hairy?"

"As much as you want."

"I like," Cindy said. "Bet it would be better for you after a shower though."

"Actually, I don't think so," I said as I got on my soapbox. "You're sweaty right now, but you don't smell. Sweat only starts reeking when it sits around for a while. We get sold on the idea that we need to spray and sanitize everything constantly. We excrete phenaromes, which act as an attraction to others, but people mask that scent with perfumes and such that are manufactured to do the very same thing." 

"I'm learning quite a lot tonight," Cindy said as I continued to nibble away at her sensitive bits. "There's a few more things that I want to find out about though."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Actually," Cindy replied as she sat up next to me and leaned over my crotch, "I'm going to need you as a prop."

Cindy took my turgid tool in her hand and wiggled it back and forth, seemingly enjoying playing with my limp dick as it flopped around.

"Not as scary looking as it was before," Cindy commented.

"Scary?"

"You know, all huge and veiny and throbbing," Cindy said. "Now it looks more friendly."

"I wish I had seen the part when it was huge, because that would have been a new sight, but if you keep doing that, there's a good chance that things are going to change," I said while watching Cindy play with my cock.

"If I don't do this right, tell me," Cindy said, and lowered his head down until her mouth was on my cock.

As my cock laid back on my stomach, Cindy ran her tongue along the underside and back down. Looking up at me, Cindy 's tongue slid back up the shaft, this time letting her tongue flick around the base of the glans before dancing on the opening.

"Ahhhhh," I moaned, as my cock began to stiffen from the affection. "More of your internet education?"

"Aren't you glad Al Gore invented it?" Cindy quipped, and held my cock upright, having coaxed it to half-mast and beyond.

Lowering her head, Cindy opened her mouth wide and let the head of my cock slide into her warm wet mouth. Sliding her lips against the ridge of the glans, her mouth began to go a little farther down with each bob of her head, until she was almost taking half of me.

I reached down and slid my hand between her legs, finding her still wet and very willing, as she parted her thighs to allow me better access.

"Fantastic," I told her, as she took her mouth off my now very erect member.

Holding the base in one hand, she let her hand slide up and down, the twinkle in her eye evident as she played with me like a new toy.

"Love the way it came back to life," Cindy said. "I guess we can't leave it like that, can we?"

"That's up to you."

"Here's a suggestion," Cindy said, and rolled onto her knees gingerly, raising her buttocks high and lowering her face down to the rug."

I could hear her muffled giggle as she presented herself to me. Her ass cheeks were full and round, and as she offered me this spectacular view of her most intimate parts, I was a little confused.

"Actually," I said as I struggled to get to me knees, my body aching from our earlier exercise. "You're presenting me with two alternatives.

Indeed, the tan ring of her anus was looking very interesting, and I was wondering whether Cindy was suggesting that I visit the hairless, puckered opening.

"Oh, sorry. Don't think I'm ready for that tonight," Cindy said. "There's always the rest of the weekend though. I was thinking more about - oooooh - that's it."

I was sliding my cock through the underside of her bush, and when I slid into her tight pussy, I had apparently made the right decision. Pulling her hips toward me as I penetrated her completely, Cindy cooed and assured me that was what she wanted.

Now Cindy was no longer the passive recipient of my passion, but an active player. Cindy pushed herself back at me at my every thrust, and the slapping sounds blended with the crackling of the fire. I held onto her hips as she began howling again, and her body shook again as I impaled her harder and harder. Finally, I erupted into Cindy once again, and when my cock finally stopped twitching I eased us down onto our sides.

Cindy's body started shaking, and for a minute I thought she was crying, but when I looked sown at her I could see she was giggling.

"Something funny?" I asked.

"I'm so happy I can't stop it," Cindy said. "I love you so much."

"I love you too babe," I said, and I shivered as my cock slid out of Cindy at last.

"Nooooo!" Cindy said, grabbing my limp member and pulling on it. "I want him back inside me."

"Doesn't work that way, I'm afraid. Besides, I'm an old..."

A sharp tug on my cock forced me to end that sentence abruptly, and Cindy went back to gently pulling on it.

"I'll bet that before too long, you're going to be very hard again," Cindy said with determination. "If not, that's okay too, but I bet that between the things I can do to you and the stuff you can do to me, you'll be savaging me again."

"Really?" I asked. "What stuff can I do to you?"

Cindy turned her head back to face me and leaned over to me.

"Anything you want," Cindy whispered huskily into my ear between nibbling my lobe, and although looking every bit as sweet and innocent looking as ever, she now sounded very different. "Everything you've done so far I've loved. Teach me. I need to learn. I want to make you as happy as you make me." 

13. More coffee with Cindy's Mom.

It was a few months after I had spoken to Cindy's mother in the coffee shop when I asked to meet her there again. We had gotten quite friendly during my courtship with Cindy, so there was none of the tension that accompanied our earlier meeting.

"I figured that since I was goofy enough to ask you here whether you minded if I asked your daughter out, that I ask you another question here," I started to explain. "It was good luck then, and since I'm still an old fashioned guy..."

Susan's eyes began overflowing as I spoke, and as the tears began to flow she began to laugh as well, causing me to hand her my napkin.

"I see where Cindy gets that from - the crying and laughing at the same time," I said with a chuckle.

"Anyway," I continued, "I want to ask Cindy to marry me."

Now we were both getting emotional, as it proved catchy. Finally, Susan got herself together and reached over the table for my hand, clasping it tightly.

"I kinda suspected that," Mrs. Terrell said. "All of a sudden, after you two went away for that weekend Cindy went from being a fountain of information to very close-mouthed. Still happy and all, but I knew something had changed. Something wonderful had happened, and you'll never know how happy I am for her. And for you. I never thought this moment would come for her. You've done wonders for her."

"I haven't done a thing," I suggested. "It's all Cindy's doing. She took a dead man and brought him back to life. I guess we needed each other."

"You realize," Susan said, getting serious at the end of our meeting. "Cindy's leg - the prognosis isn't - well, let's just say that she'll never be any better than she is now."

"Guess you could say the same thing about me," I replied. "I think that no matter what happens, we'll be able to take care of each other just fine."

14. The Wedding.

What started out to be a little modest gathering one Sunday in September turned into quite a little extravaganza. We engaged the mayor to perform the ceremony in the park in front of the candle shop, and we were blessed with a beautiful afternoon for it as well.

When I had begun to inquire around for some entertainment and light refreshments, my business neighbors came through in a big way, and wouldn't take money or no for answers. The college music department sent down a string quartet to play before the ceremony, as a thank you for years of supplying all their organizations with gift certificates for various fund raisers.

All the joy of living in a small town showed itself that day, and it was something I considered a tribute to Bethany and the good will she had always shown toward others in the town, and that I had tried to continue after her passing. It was also a tribute to Cindy. For her cheerfulness, and her bubbly personality and her tremendous courage in living her life to the fullest.

The music played, the police blocked off that part of the roundabout to traffic and ignored the bottles of bubbly that appeared after we exchanged vows, and half the town showed up, or so it seemed, to share our joy.

A photographer captured a special moment of the day, and the picture is proudly hanging at the entrance of our store, right next to the other important picture.

He took it after Cindy walked - glided like she was on air, or so it seemed to me - across the park to meet me for the ceremony as the crowd clapped. It shows us smiling like loons, and captured Cindy just after she had flung her bouquet up over her head.


They were flowers that an ecstatic Susan Terrell, shown jostling for position with some other women, would end up catching a second later. If you look closely, an astute observer could catch a glimpse of something barely peeking out from the lacy short sleeve of Cindy's spectacular peach-colored gown. Most people wouldn't notice, but I'm not most people and we aren't most couples, and that suits us just fine.

...........

Thank you so much for reading the story, which I dedicate to everyone who has overcome any of life's obstacles and been able to smile through it. I hope you found it interesting.



Village Life



From an idea by MsLinnet

© 2004 Charmbrights. All rights reserved.

The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art.

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The eighteen wheeler was travelling at sixty miles an hour round a blind bend when it hit the car Nancy Young was driving. She never stood a chance. Her husband and her daughter, Martha, were devastated by her death, and Elias hardly noticed that the compensation paid by the owners of the lorry was enough that he never needed to work again.

For Elias he worst part of the grief was the local widows, and a few would be divorcées, who clustered round him, offering to console him for his loss. Some of them were extremely persistent and rather blatant in their offers. He thought he never wanted to see an accidentally revealed breast again.

Martha’s friends’ reaction was different; they shunned her, as though losing a parent might be a transmissible disease. Only a couple of the boys still wanted to date her, but they also assumed that with her mother gone her knickers would come off much more easily than before. She had no time for them at all; she had given up all idea of university and decided she would stay at home and look after her father until he no longer needed her.

Six months after Nancy’s death, it was a television programme that first brought Philipstown to their notice. The presenter was sneering about a village where few people had television, where nobody drank, where there was no crime to speak of, and where the children were well behaved. It seemed that the wonderful advantages of modern civilisation, like AIDS and drugs and muggings and graffiti had been denied to this village, and the presenter though they were worse off because of it.

Martha turned to her father and said, “Daddy, I wish we lived in a place like that.”

Nothing more was said at the time, but Elias found himself thinking more and more about the real possibility of getting away from their old house, where there were so many memories, all of which still hurt every time he was reminded of his loss. Soon after Christmas they decided to go and look at this village where everything was old fashioned and simple. Maps were consulted and routes planned; it was a full day’s drive, so they left at six in the morning.

About five o’clock the same afternoon, stopping outside what seemed to be the only hotel in Philipstown, Elias said to Martha, “You stay here in the car. I’ll see if there are any rooms to let.”

Inside the hotel, he was welcomed warmly and shown two excellent rooms, adjoining each other, but each with its own bathroom. Evidently there was not much demand for accommodation here in January, but their custom was welcomed. After settling in, they came downstairs to find that there was no bar in the building.

“You won’t find a bar here, we don’t have a liquor licence,” said the receptionist, a bright looking girl with shoulder length fair hair but wearing no make up, “but I can do you coffee, or herb tea, and sandwiches if you wish. Dinner isn’t until seven thirty.”

“I really would like a beer,” said Elias, “Where’s the nearest bar?”

“Twelve miles away at Elliottown,” came the surprising response, “Philipstown is dry.”

“Oh,” said Elias in surprise, “I didn’t know there were any dry areas in the country nowadays?”

“It isn’t illegal to sell alcohol here,” the girl explained, “It’s just that nobody happens to sell it. Most things round here are like that; either it isn’t here or there’s only one place to get it.”

“What do you mean?” asked Martha.

“Well, there’s nowhere to buy furniture, nowhere to buy books, only this hotel, only one clothes shop, only one garage and that’s the blacksmith’s as well, only one dairy. Oh, and of course there’s only one chapel. We all think pretty much alike in this village.”

“What do you do for entertainment?” Martha persisted, judging the receptionist to be much her own age.

“We don’t have a cinema, nor do most people have TV. We go to church socials most weeks, except Lent and Advent of course, and I sing in the choir there, but that’s only to mid-summer. I shall be married then.”

“Congratulations. I bet you can’t wait?” said Martha.

Evidently this was misinterpreted completely, because the receptionist stared at her and said tartly, “People round here do wait. We don’t care to follow what city folk do.”

With that the girl disappeared into the office behind reception.

Elias shrugged his shoulders and said, “Oh, dear. Shall we look round the village then?”

They went out on to the street just as someone rode past in a horse drawn vehicle somewhat larger than a trap, pulled by a beautiful pair of greys. In the passenger seats behind the driver were two girls and a boy, all in their late teens and obviously brother and sisters. In fact the two girls looked virtually identical, and the three youngsters were clearly close relatives of the man in early middle age who was driving the horses.

One of the girls waved, and Martha waved back.

Turning to her father, she said, “Well that’s one thing the girl was wrong about.”

“What do you mean?” asked Elias.

“When she said there was only one of everything. It certainly isn’t a one horse town!”

Chuckling, they walked on. There wasn’t very far to go.

At the end of the quarter mile long village main street they came upon the chapel. It wasn’t very high, but it seemed to cover quite a lot of ground. The notice-board outside informed the casual reader that there were services daily at half past seven in the morning, and extra services on Saturday and Sunday evenings. The organisation whose chapel it was seemed to be called the Church of the Conception Immaculate. As they were looking at the board a tall, thin man who looked quite young until one noticed his balding head came out of the chapel and walked over to them.

“Good evening, and God bless you both,” he said in a surprisingly deep voice, “I’m Pastor Benson, but most people call me Benjamin. You must be the couple who have booked in to the hotel. May I welcome you to our little community?”

“News travels fast,” remarked Elias and the Pastor nodded, “I’m Elias Young and this is my daughter Martha. We’re kind of looking round for somewhere to settle, and someone suggested here might be a good place for honest people.”

“Why are you moving from where you were, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“My wife died a while back, and we can’t seem to get over it as long as we live in the same house. I thought a fresh start might help.”

The Pastor nodded his agreement, “That sounds wise to me. If you do decide to settle here, I know you’ll be made welcome. What’s your profession, sir?”

“I’m a car mechanic, but I can turn my hand to most jobs to do with metal.”

“God may have brought you here on purpose,” said the Pastor, to Elias’s surprise, “The village garage and smithy is getting to be too much for Seth Philips and he has no sons. He’s well into his sixties and wants to relax a little before meeting his maker. You should talk to him.”

Martha decided she quite liked this Pastor, though she had never been very religious herself.

She asked, “How difficult would it be to find a house?”

The Pastor ignored her completely and continued to talk to Elias, “He lives in the little red painted cottage next to the smithy. You can’t miss it.”

Then he looked at Martha somewhat sternly, and said, “Children in this community do not interrupt their elders.”

Martha retorted, “I’m not a child. I shall be eighteen in three weeks time.”

“And are you a virgin?” the Pastor asked.

Both Elias and Martha blushed at such as frank question, but she stammered, “Y-yes I am.”

“Children remain children in this community until they marry,” the Pastor intoned, “Then they become adults and may join adult conversations. I bid you good day.”

He turned and walked back into his chapel, leaving Martha feeling that she had been admonished in no uncertain terms.

They walked back along the village street and at the far end, all of four hundred yards from the chapel was the sign,

Seth Philips

Blacksmith & Garage

Leaning on the fence in front of the cottage beside the building was a tall, well-built grey haired man who looked somehow completely at peace with the world.

“Good evening,” he said, “You’ll be the people staying in the hotel.”

Elias nodded.

“I’m Seth Philips, and this here is my smithy.”

“Elias Young, pleased to meet you, and this is my daughter Martha.”

“I see you met Pastor Benson.”

“Yes,” replied Elias, “He said you might be looking for help.”

“Well, can you fix the engines of motors?”

“Yes.”

“Show me,” commanded Seth, leading the way in to the garage.

“What’s wrong with it?” asked Elias.

“Sometimes it goes and sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it burps like a baby,” said Seth, “I never heard the like, but I’m no good with these things. Give me a horse to shoe any time.”

“I can turn my hand to that as well,” Elias remarked, “Now let’s see.”

Ten minutes later the car was running sweetly.

“Will she still do that tomorrow?” asked Seth.

“Oh yes,” said Elias, “but she needs a spare part. The wire I used won’t last more than a few days. The choke rod arm is worn, but I wired it in place. She’ll need a new one as soon as you can, and every few months after that.”

“Can’t you fix it proper?”

“I could but that would mean replacing the carburettor. With a new choke rod arm every six months or so at a few pennies each it isn’t worth the bother. I can show the owner how to put a new one in in a second.”

“Hmm,” said Seth, “Start eight tomorrow morning.”

With that he disappeared into his cottage, leaving Elias to close the Garage doors. There was no sign of a lock, so he left it open. He was to learn that nobody in Philipstown ever locked a door except once a year in the chapel.

Elias enjoyed working for Seth and they rented a cottage nobody had lived in for a while. Martha soon had it spick and span, and the neighbours remarked that it was cleaner than the previous owner had ever kept it.

Within a few weeks they had joined the Church of the Conception Immaculate, Martha was in the choir there, and they felt as though they had lived there for years, so friendly was everyone.

***

Martha made friends with some of the other girls of her own age, who seem to seek her out, especially at church. The younger ones hardly ever spoke to her, almost as if she were years older than them, though she knew several were only a year younger than she. Among the friends she made one little group emerged who did everything together: Abigail Lawson, the doctor’s daughter, Betsy Harrison, the twins Charity and Patience Elliot whom she had seen driving past with their father on the first day they arrived in the village, and Elizabeth Ballantyne, the hotel receptionist, and Martha herself were known in church as ‘the Six’ though Martha had no idea what marked them out. She supposed that these things just happened, and that the group would change over time and people would drift away and new ones join.

When she had been part of the little group for a month or so, she learned that they were planning a big birthday party only two days after her own birthday, 19th March. The reason for the excitement was that three of the girls had birthdays within a week after Martha’s, though the Ballantyne twins were already just turned eighteen.

Elias was quite happy to go along with Martha’s idea that she should join in the celebrations and not have her own separate coming-of-age celebration. Martha was very perplexed to discover that they didn’t plan to invite any boys to the occasion, even though the twins’ older brother would be nineteen the same week. She thought that a really odd coincidence.

“Boys spoil everything,” confided Charity, or was it Patience? Martha was never sure which was which.

“We don’t do things that way in this congregation,” added Abigail.

“No,” chimed in Betsy, “The Six are enough and must stick together until the summer.”

“Why the summer?” asked Martha.

“You’ll see,” they chorused, and she remembered that Elizabeth had said she was to marry in the summer.

There was no sign of a fiancé around, nor had any of the others any boyfriends that she knew of. In such a tight little community, Martha supposed, courting was a private affair taking place behind closed doors. She hardly knew any of the boys, but she had her father to look after and didn’t want to be bothered with boyfriends at the time, so she thought no more of it.

***

It was a fortnight after the party that the Elliot twins invited her to tea. This was unusual, since the Six usually did everything together, but Martha accepted and was greeted by Hope Elliot, the twins’ mother, and taken into the front room, a formal sitting room. There was no sign of the girls, their brother or their father. Hope was a kindly woman with a smile that could encompass the whole world.

“Sit down, Martha. I need to talk to you,” said Mrs. Elliot.

Martha wondered if she had done something awful and Mrs. Elliot was going to tell her off, but Hope just said, “I wondered how much you know about the summer ceremony?”

“All the girls are excited about it, but I don’t know much more than that. Oh, I know we get to dress up, but that’s all.”

As Hope Elliot carefully told Martha more about the ceremony held each year in the Church of the Conception Immaculate at the summer solstice, 21st June, Martha realised how important it was and why she was being told about it with such formality.

As she was leaving the Elliot’s home, Hope asked her, “Now you are quite sure about that, are you? You really do need to decide in the next very few days.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Elliot, but I am quite sure. I do want to take part as one of the Six.”

“I’m so glad, my dear,” the famous smile broke again across Hope’s face, “I’m quite sure you won’t regret it.”

***

As the summer solstice approached Seth started to overhaul some strange looking stands in the smithy. Elias couldn’t for the life of him work out what they were for; he had certainly never seen the like. Each had four solid legs and a top like a table, but the top was concave, rather than level. The legs were adjustable for height from about two feet six to three feet by means of a single screw mechanism. There were what looked for all the world like police handcuffs, but padded with soft leather on two adjacent corners. Later he added straps to the base that were attached to the two legs which did not have cuffs on then, but about four inches off the ground, placed just over two feet apart. Finally padding was added to the concave top, evidently to make it comfortable for whoever was to sit on them.

***

Early in the morning of the day of the summer solstice the Six, Martha among them, went to the chapel, where the Pastor held a special service just for them and their mothers. Of course there were only four mothers, the twins sharing and Nancy having died. Because of this Hope Elliot had rather taken Martha under her wing and had been her advisor, and had made her special dress.

After the Pastor left they moved into a little side room where the six matching long white gowns hung. A bowl of home-made lemonade was on the side and each girl was encouraged to drink some. There was a bathroom attached and each girl bathed, taking special care of her cleanliness, and her pubic hair was shaved off by her mother. When each girl was clean she came out of the bathroom and was helped into the floor length white linen dress, high at the neck and very loose fitting, so that it felt as though the wind could cool every part of the body within it every time the girl moved. Finally all were ready and were given another glass of the lemonade.

While this was going on, the five fathers, and the four Elders of the Church took part in another special service, praying for God’s blessing on the ceremony to come, and consecrating the anointing oil to be used. Elias was still totally in the dark as to what would happen. All he knew was that his daughter had made him promise that no matter what happened, or what he saw, he would not disgrace her.

Walking in single file from the dressing room, the girls moved into a side room of the chapel which Martha had never seen before. The stands which had so puzzled Martha’s father were there, ready for use.

“Not long now,” said Betsy, who seemed every bit as excited and yet relaxed as Martha felt.

What the girls did not know was that the lemonade had been spiked with a liberal dose of alcohol which was beginning to take effect, lowering their inhibitions. The girls were gently fitted with gags, comfortable enough but efficient in preventing them making any noise.

Then each girl was led to one of the stands, picked at random by drawing a numbered disc from a bowl. There her feet were carefully strapped into the foot rests, holding them two feet apart. Bending forwards and resting on the cushions, each girl decided how high or low would be most comfortable for her as the supports were adjusted by the mothers. Then each girl’s arms were cuffed in position wide apart above her head. Finally a soft velvet hood was slipped over her head concealing her features and hair.

Each gown were then lifted from the back and thrown forward over the wearer’s head, revealing the buttocks and, because the feet were apart, the private parts of the girl. Once all were prepared the mothers surveyed their handiwork.

“Yes, that will do nicely,” said Hope Elliot, “Even I can’t tell which is which without the colour of her hair to go by.”

The women withdrew from the room, back to the dressing room where the Pastor was waiting until they were all inside before locking the door. They would now remain there until the next part of the ceremony was over. The mothers had all participated in a similar ceremony as girls themselves, and they sat quietly with their thoughts and memories as their daughters went through the same rite of passage as they.

***

The men were adjured before God to hold silence; only the Pastor could speak.

First Seth was led away by the Pastor and the others sat in silence.

Seth and the Pastor went into the room where the girls were tethered, heads hidden, arses and cunts open and exposed, held like mares waiting for the stallion. Seth had an erection on him like a stallion, and the Pastor did not envy the virgin who was to get him as her first man. Seth looked along the line, trying to decide which one he would use first.

Turning to the Pastor he said, “Very good. I really can’t tell which is which, and I have known these since they were babies, except Martha, of course.”

The girls waited, all but one nervous as could be. They all knew exactly what was going to happen, and they had all watched bulls and stallions performing the act so they were not ignorant of the mechanics of it. Nevertheless, each of those five wondered what it would feel like to have a shaft of rigid flesh thrust up into her belly and then explode with sperm deep inside her.

The one girl who was not nervous was plain scared. She knew what it felt like to have a prick pumping in her cunt, though with a condom on it, and she had enjoyed that pleasure several times in the last couple of months with an itinerant encyclopaedia salesman. What made her frightened was that she knew she would not bleed, and she had no idea what dire punishment might fall on her from the Elders when they realised she was not a virgin.

The Pastor had made a little bet with himself, and won it when Seth selected, as he always did, the first girl from the left in the line. Although he had told nobody why he chose thus, every year for the last five years he had been first to choose as the oldest of the Elders, and had always reasoned the same. His thinking was that the order the girls were lined up was a gift from God; the Bible you read from left to right, so it seemed clear that God wanted the girls used from left to right.




Village Life



This story takes place in a small village and I hope that all the readers can follow it, even those that are not from a village or don't know anything about village life in this part of the world.

I live with my maternal grandmother, although the house we live in technically belongs to my uncle. My aunt is not yet married and lives in the same house. She is about four or so years older than me. Women in the village get married off at a young age, so the age difference between her and me is not uncommon, although one normally thinks of aunts that are much older than four years. I have those too, mind you, but in this household, we are only four. My uncle's wife is from another village and she is a teacher there, so she stays with her own mother and my uncle goes to visit her whenever he can—which is a lot of times.

That leaves me behind as the man of the house so to speak. My duties are to look after the farm, get the food for the animals, and tend to them in his absence. Actually I end up doing that even when he is around, but it becomes a bigger duty when he is not around. Sometimes I think that he goes to visit his wife just to get away from having to work on the farm.

My aunt helps with the farm chores as well, specially with feeding the animals and giving them water. We have buffalos, goats, chickens, ducks, and a dog. Our house is divided into two parts, one for the humans and one for the animals. At night, animals are usually herded into an enclosed and roofed area. There is a small room right next to it where my uncle usually sleeps to tend to any problems with the animals if they arise at night. He has his own bedroom that he and his wife use when she is visiting us. I say, visiting, although the house is actually hers as well.

There is another room which my grandmother and my aunt share. I have my own room where my bed is in a corner while most of the room is used to store sugar, grain, corn, and sometimes even cotton, depending on the harvest season.

I actually like it when my uncle goes to visit his wife because then I get to sleep in the room next to the animals. My room most of the time feels congested. In contrast, that room feels open and airy. There are two cots in there, one for my uncle and the other to accommodate a visitor or two. If we get more than two visitors, we simply bring in a couple more cots. It has room for four cots. Although when four cots are laid, there is only enough room for the legs. People have to walk sideways to go in and out, but it has never really bothered anyone.

My aunt also feels free when my uncle is not around, what with Pakistani brothers being protective and all, as does my grandmother. My grandmother uses the freedom to visit her friends at night where they sit and gossip. My aunt then comes and uses the other cot next to me to just be around someone of her own age. I have another bonus from my uncle's absence. I get to read his magazines. My aunt usually takes one and thumbs through it while making small talk. I am sometimes so involved in a story that I just say "huh" at regular intervals and she thinks I am listening.

Most of the time she just falls asleep on the cot because she is so tired from her daily routine. When my grandmother comes back from her visit(s), she looks at her sleeping and just leaves her there, because she knows not to disturb her or she may not get up early enough to finish her chores for the following day. I sometime fall asleep while reading. The lantern then burns all the kerosene and goes off by itself. 

Now, I said that the room is airy. It is because we have two window-like holes on the side through which air and moonlight come shining. Most of the time, when moon is at its full, the room is lit enough to keep the whole room in soft, cool light. 

This may be the right time to tell you that I am over nineteen. That makes her over twenty-three. She hasn't been married off because my uncle hasn't found a suitable match for her. I think my uncle doesn't want her to get married yet because he needs someone to cook and clean and do the laundry around the house. It is not fair to her, but there is nothing I can say or do about it, so I don't complain. Neither does my aunt. She seems okay, although by reading some of the stories in those magazines, I wonder if she really is.

It was one of those nights when my uncle wasn't around and my aunt was sleeping on the cot next to mine. The moon was not full, but was bright enough to give plenty of light. I finished the last unread page in my magazine and looked for something else to read. There was nothing available. My uncle hadn't bought the latest issue yet, and I had read all the other ones.

I was feeling restless, so I decided to go to the open part of the house and lie down on a cot that we have there next to the woodstoves where my aunt and my grandmother do the cooking. I was enjoying looking at the clear sky and the bright stars. Every now and then a moving light would travel across the sky and I would follow it until it disappeared from my sight, wondering about the people sitting in that plane and where they may be headed or where they may be coming from. 

When my grandmother came back from the neighbours house, she asked me, "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

"I don't know. I was feeling restless."

She replied in Punjabi, which approximately translates to: "Well, that is the condition of your age." ("Umar da taqaza aay.")

"Yes, I guess." I replied without really knowing what she meant, or caring.

"Where is Jameela?"

"Sleeping."

"You should also go to sleep. Tomorrow you have to get an early start. We have to irrigate the fields."

After she went to her bed, I stayed there a while longer, but the duty of directing water to our fields at the designated time forced me to go to bed.

When I came back to the room and opened the door, the moonlight entered and illuminated the area wherever it fell. It is funny that we have a door which normally gets closed, while the two big window holes have nothing on them. I could never figure out the use of the door, other than that my uncle didn't have the money to put the windows in and was planning to do it sometime in the future.

Something about my feeling restless made me look at the sleeping body of my aunt. The light was shining on the lower half of her cot and I could see up to her thighs quite clearly. I had extinguished the lantern before going out, so the rest of her was in the dark.

During her turning and tossing, the flaps of her kurta (long Pakistani shirt) had moved upwards. The shalwar underneath and the legs that it contoured were displayed quite nicely.

The view seemed...enjoyable...for lack of a better word and I found myself staring. I had to quit once I realized that I was looking at my aunt's thighs...well, really her shalwar. But the image stayed in my head all the way to when I fell asleep.

The next morning before going to irrigate the fields, I found her doling out food to the animals. It was still early morning and the sun hadn't come up yet, but the dusk had enough light to show things not only clearly but in their natural colours. I saw my aunt from behind and pictured her from the night before. My mind made a note of her profile and I had to admit that it was a pleasing profile.

Pleasing, that is, as in looks nice.

The next time she slept in the cot next to me, there was no moonlight. The light from the lantern was brighter than usual because the night was dark, so when I turned to extinguish it before falling asleep, my eyes glanced over and saw her figure very clearly. She was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. The back flap of her kamees was turned over on one corner, showing her shalwar up to the back of her thigh that was on top, while the other corner was covering the other leg to the back of her knee. Her left hand was folded under her neck while the other was stretched across the length of her right side. Her slender fingers were partially covered by the folds of her shalwar. 

I remembered that the last time I saw both of her thighs; while this time I was only seeing one. I remembered how enjoyable the view was when both thighs were visible and wished that the flap was pushed upward to show both as much as the last time. Such was not the case, so I fell asleep with my wish echoing in my head.

Next morning I woke up with the morning call to prayers. I turned the lantern on to get some light and found her sleeping just the way she was before I went to sleep. Only, my wish had come through. Her shirt was pushed up, showing the folds of her shalwar around the back of both of her thighs—plus some. I could even see the beginning of the rise of her buttocks and the shalwar was caught in between her cheeks, making them quite defined. The thin material was stretched in such a way that I could see each cheek in its normal, undressed shape—well, the lower part.

I was looking at my aunt's butt while the azaan was echoing in the air. I felt so guilty, that I practically ran out of the room as if someone had caught me stealing something.

That night though, I waited for a repeat viewing. It wasn't to come. She was sleeping on her back; the kamees was covering her profile properly. I fell asleep somewhat disappointed, and feeling very bad due to the guilt I felt for wanting to see my aunt like that.

Moonlight was back the next time my uncle went away. I was feeling restless to the point that I couldn't even concentrate on reading, so I went out to lie on the cot in the open part of the house. The restlessness was so much that I couldn't enjoy the stars or the travelling lights. I came back to the room and looked at her. She was properly covered. I went back out again. Came back a few minutes later; she was still covered properly, so I went back again.

It was sometime after midnight when I came back to go to sleep and found her properly covered. I left the door open so the light could shine on the lower part of her body. I guess I had to contend myself with a properly covered view.

As I lay there, stealing a quick glance now and then over her fully covered legs, I could hear her deep breathing. I turned to my side so I could look at her continuously. I could see her shadow-covered chest rising and falling rhythmically as she drew long breaths of air into her lungs. 

A thought occurred to me. She was in such a deep sleep that she probably wouldn't know if I were to pull the flap on her front slightly up. My heart jumped at the thought as my mind sent waves of shame throughout my body. I felt warm and flustered, but I got up slowly and stood next to her.

I was breathing erratically, so I opened my mouth to take air in that way and to muffle the sound my breathing was making. I stood there for a long time, looking at her face and chest, ready to jump back onto my cot if she made the slightest move. I was able to calm down a bit during that wait, and finally, when she didn't make any movement for a while, I reached with my trembling hands and grabbed the corners of her flap in each of my hands.

Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled it up and back until her covered thighs were fully exposed. Then I slowly lowered the flap onto her stomach. My heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my ears. My temples were throbbing as my mind reprimanded me louder and louder with each passing moment.

Once I laid the material on her belly and realized that she was still in deep sleep, I quickly made my exit to the cot outside to lower my blood pressure. It took an eternity. My mind was confused all the while. I couldn't think straight—actually, I couldn't think at all. There was nothing but noise in my mind.

When I came back after an hour or so, I was afraid to come in, thinking she knew what I had done and was going to let me have it. I peeked through the hole which was supposed to be a window. The door was still ajar and light was showing the folds of her shalwar on her thighs very clearly. I stood there looking and looking, unable to come in due to my fear and guilt. 

I noticed that the folds of her shalwar were more concentrated, rather bunched, around the area between her thighs. I also noticed that part of her nala (cord) was hanging out of her shalwar and was caught in those folds between her thighs. It disappeared along the curve that went down towards her buttocks. I don't know why but that nala seemed to be the most exciting part of that view.

I stood looking at that view, mesmerized, until the rotation of the earth took the light away from her body. It took me a long time to fall asleep.

I was a bit bolder the next time and even more during the times that followed. In the next few weeks, I found her to be such a heavy sleeper that almost anything I did, failed to wake her up. I started to push the fold as far back as I could before the other fold restricted any further lifting. Most of the time I was able to see all the way to the top of her shalwar and sometime even a little beyond where her skin became visible.

It was all very exciting. The guilt was strong initially, but once I became comfortable with what I was doing, the guilt lessened quite a lot. It was during one of those moments that I got a little lucky. 

One night I found her lower fold to be pushed up behind her, making it possible for me to lift the front fold far enough to expose her bellybutton and more. I could see almost all of her stomach. So much of her skin was visible that I almost felt faint with excitement. Her nala was not only hanging between her thighs but some of it was snaking over her belly, making the view quite provocative. That's when I became aware of my erection. Not just my erection, but how hard I was. I was so hard that I felt the skin on my butt stretch to accommodate the increase in the size of my penis.

As I lay in bed to fall asleep, I reached inside my chadar (sheet worn by men to cover the bottom half of their bodies) to push my erection down. It was so taut that I couldn't press it down with my own strength. I knew then that I had a serious problem.

My erection was indicative of a hunger that I was feeling inside. The harder I was, the hungrier I was. 

I knew that the food, so to speak, for my hunger was under the folds between her legs, where that lucky nala almost always found its way. I also knew that the food was not available for me because, well, it belonged to my aunt, who was not, in any way available to me. There was no one else immediately available in the village to help me because in a small place, specially in a strict society like ours, that kind of thing didn't happen that easily.

The next time I looked at her folds between her thighs, I had this urge to just touch the food, but I restrained myself. I knew that she would feel my hand on her body and would surely wake up. That would mean one hell of trouble.

I also wanted to touch her stomach, which I had another lucky opportunity to see in its full glory. But, same restraint, because even a touch on her stomach would wake her up.

My condition worsened with each viewing. Many times I contemplated pulling her nala loose so I could then loosen her shalwar and take a look at the mysterious place where my hungry, thirsty dick could find some satiation. I started to get desperate.

It was my desperation that drove me one day to lift the folds from around the middle of her thighs and at least get a better idea of what that place looked like, albeit, just the contours of it.

My hands were trembling miserably when I parted the folds to better see the mound underneath. I was so nervous that I touched her thighs as I pulled the material to opposite directions. She squirmed and I almost had a heart attack. 

But she didn't wake up!

I had touched her thighs and she didn't wake up.

Well, well, well! I could not believe my luck at how deep a sleeper she was. This was good. I was overjoyed to realize that I could get away with a touch. I had to make use of this discovery.

I made a plan in the sanity of daylight. I had to position my cot so that I would be lying in it when I were to touch her. That way, if she did wake up, which it didn't seem like she would, she would find me sleeping and probably think that she had only dreamt the touch.

I also planned to be sleeping the other way around, with my feet towards her head and my head towards her feet. This would make my approach to her private parts easy.

One dark night, when she was fast asleep, I made my approach. I reached over and with my index finger, gently touched the area between her thighs. As I predicted, she didn't make a move. I pulled my hand back quickly. I was so nervous that I didn't really feel anything, except a hard surface.

After getting a hold of myself and after letting about half an hour pass to make sure she really was asleep, I reached again and gently felt the area between her thighs. Again, I only felt a hard surface but nothing that I could imagine to be what I was trying to feel. Well, my imagination was limited anyways, because I had no clue as to what I was looking for. But I knew that there is supposed to be a hole into which I can insert my penis. I expected that hole to be there and my finger to feel it.

I figured that I was at the wrong place. May be the hole was a bit lower. I knew, so I had heard, that her legs are supposed to be on my shoulders as my penis enters her hole. That meant her hole should be closer to her anus. That meant I had to look more to the east to feel it.

I dragged my finger along the path that I knew her nala had followed, pressing gently here and there to feel the difference. I finally came to the place where it felt very soft and when I pressed my finger, it actually dipped in. I had found the place where her hole may be, but I still didn't feel a hole.

I had come a long way and I was so close. She was still asleep, although I could only hear the sound of my own blood rushing through my system. I gently felt around, up and down, for the hole. Instead, I came across a soft berry like object. That was quite intriguing. Where I was looking for a hole, I actually felt a protrusion. I pressed on it to feel its shape.

I almost died on the spot when my aunt grabbed my hand and yelled with a muffled sound, "What the hell are you doing?"

I was struck by a lightening. I had no tongue in my mouth. I was frozen where I lay.

She got up, still holding my hand, and asked, "What the hell were you doing between my legs?"

I couldn't say anything, even though on the inside I was screaming, "Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I wasn't doing anything."

She jerked my hand away with anger, got up and left to go to her place next to my grandmother.

I bolted out of the house and made my way to our fields where we have a small storage room for the tools and things. We have a cot there as well, to rest our backs during hot summer days, or when we have a lot of ploughing and harvesting to do.

I tried to sleep but the fear had taken my sleep away and I prayed for the day to never break because I was going to be crucified once she told my grandmother and my uncle what I had done. 

She woke me up as I must have fallen asleep sometime during the morning hours. I was extremely nervous and couldn't look into her eyes. She handed me a small bundle and said, "Here, you left without eating your breakfast." She also brought the tea in a metal container. It was cold, but she brought it nevertheless.

I ate quietly as I felt her eyes fixed on me. I was sweating and getting more and more nervous with each passing moment. I didn't even feel hungry, but I swallowed the food anyway.

After I was finished, she took the cloth that held the parathas and the empty tea container away from me. She asked, "Now, tell me, what were you doing last night?"




Village Life



I couldn't say anything. I kept looking on the ground. I only saw her feet and a little bit of her shalwar covering her calves. As afraid, terrified, ashamed, and embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but notice that she had lovely feet.

She spoke again. "Listen, Naeem, I was angry last night, but I am not angry right now. I just want to know what you were doing and why?"

I was thunderstruck.

She waited a while, and spoke again. "You have to tell me. If you don't then I have no choice but to get angry."

I was speechless.

She waited again for a while, and spoke again. "Naeem, look at me."

I didn't. 

"Look at me dammit." She said angrily.

I had no choice but to look at her once she spoke with anger. I slowly raised my head and looked into her face. I was surprised by what I saw.

It looked like she hadn't slept either. Her hair was even dishevelled indicating that she didn't try to comb them after waking up. She was serious, very serious, but she wasn't angry. I could tell from her face that she was not angry, only serious. I felt a bit relieved, but not enough to feel comfortable. 

She looked right into my eyes. Her eyes were dark and I could see that she was deep in thought.

"Tell me what you were doing."

I mumbled after a lot of effort, "Nothing."

"I was not nothing. It was something. I want to know."

I was quiet again.

She waited and waited and finally got up. "I guess then brother Saleem will have to find out from you."

That's what I was afraid of. I knew my life would be over the minute my uncle found out, and the shame of it being my aunt whose pussy my fingers were touching.

She walked away slowly. As I saw her moving away from me, I saw the end of my life approaching. I had to say something to stay alive. I had to ask her not to tell my uncle. I had to ask her to forgive me. I finally managed to say, "I was curious."

She stopped but didn't turn around to look at me. She stood there, facing away from me, her body tense with anger or whatever, and waited for me to say something else. I couldn't muster another word. She then kept going without looking back.

She slept in her normal place next to my grandmother in the nights that followed, until my uncle came back. I awaited my execution.

A day passed, two days passed, a week passed. Nothing! My uncle said nothing to me.

Then he went to visit his wife again. My aunt didn't come to the cot next to me, but it seemed like either my uncle didn't know anything or was leaving my punishment for some later time.

I had lost any interest in reading, so I turned the lantern off and tried to sleep. I knew that my aunt probably didn't tell my uncle because he would have punished me, but I also knew that she was angry with me and that was punishment enough. The guilt and the shame were very taxing.

It was close to midnight when I heard footsteps coming to the room and my aunt quietly slunk in and lay down on her cot. I held my breath, pretending to be asleep.

She said nothing for a long time and I finally relaxed, thinking that I had fooled her with my being asleep bit.

"So, you were curious!" She spoke at length.

I stayed quiet.

She waited for a while and then said, "You can talk. You got a tongue in your mouth."

I felt a tremendous amount of relief from her words. A weight was lifted from my chest. 

"I know you are not asleep, so don't pretend."

I finally muttered, "Yes."

"What were you curious about?"

There was no answer to that question.

"Listen, Naeem. I am asking you something and I want you to answer it. What were you curious about?"

I had to say something and the tension had ended, so I could actually speak with some ease. "I was curious about..." I tried to think about what to say next. What I wanted to say was that I was curious about a female body, or more specifically, a female part, but what came out was, "...I was curious about you."

"About me!" She exclaimed and sat up. "What were you curious about me?"

I wished for the conversation to cease, but she was adamant.

"I wanted to feel you..." I managed to utter, "...there."

This time she was speechless, or rather, she didn't know how to ask me anything else or even what to ask. I figured that it probably sounded better that I wanted to feel her than if I had said that I wanted to feel a female body part. I had inadvertently made my curiosity more personal rather than making it sound like she was just a representation of what I was after. It seemed more meaningful to say she was the target of my curiosity than to say that my curiosity was for a female, any female.

She leaned forward and whispered, "You wanted to feel ME. But I am your aunt!"

I realized the brilliance of my statement when I heard that and it dawned on me that I had actually pulled myself out of the minus side to plus side.

I didn't have to say anything. My silence was quite effective.

She lay back on the cot and I could feel her thoughts jumping around in her head. I was relaxed. I knew that I was out of hot water.

She whispered after a long, long time, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

A triumphant smile was on my lips when I whispered back, "No. Unfortunately, I didn't."

A week or two later when my uncle went to his wife again, she came to the room rather early. She didn't lie down; instead she sat on the cot with her legs dangling on the side. She was deep in thought as I tried to concentrate on the magazine. I knew something was on her mind, but I didn't really want to know.

She seemed a bit nervous as well, which came as a surprise to me, but I didn't show that I noticed.

She managed to ask, after a lot of nail biting, "You didn't answer one thing for me. Why me? I am your aunt."

I knew my answer. I deliberated for a while for effect and then told her, "I can't help it. It's like I am under a spell."

"What do you mean?" She wanted to know. 

"I mean, I can't help it. When you are around, I want to touch you?" What I said was a mouthful, but somehow seemed like that's what she wanted to hear.

"Touch ME, or touch me there?" She wanted to know even more.

"Touch YOU..." I had the perfect answer, "...anywhere."

"But...but...I am your aunt." She stuttered with disbelief.

"I know, but I can't help it."

She didn't ask anything else. I guess she had found her answer. She sat there for a while and then went out again. I had lost all interest in the magazine and my penis was so erect that it felt painful.

I knew she would come back again and ask me the question that was bothering her, so I prepared my answer for her.

She asked that night when she lay on the cot next to me, "I am your aunt, Naeem. Why me?"

"I told you, I can't help it."

"But, it is wrong. You know that."

I sat up on my bed, leaned towards her cot and gave her the answer that I had prepared, "I know you are my aunt and I know it is wrong. But you are a very beautiful woman and I can't help but think of you as that, a woman. It is unfortunate that you are my aunt, else I would have done to you what I really feel like doing to you."

She gasped and turned towards me, "And what is that you feel like doing to me?"

"I can't say." I laid back on my cot. "You are my aunt."

"Even if I wasn't your aunt, it would still be wrong to do that."

I laughed, "So, you do know what I feel like doing."

She laughed, rather nervously, "Yes, I do. I am not a little girl you know."

"Yes, I do know and that is the problem."

"What is the problem?" Somehow, she didn't grasp my meanings.

"That you are not a little girl; you are a full grown woman. With a woman's body—and a body to die for." Okay, I was overdoing it, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

"But, how do you deal with the fact that aunt or no aunt, it is wrong?"

"It is wrong in others eyes..." I said and left my sentence unfinished.

"But..."

"There are no others, here, are there?"

She gasped again, "...You mean...?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. Here it is only you and me, no one else. There is nothing wrong, here, in this room, as far as I am concerned."

She said nothing and we both lay there quietly. Sleep was miles away from my eyes and I think it was the same for her.

She asked after another long pause, "If I was asleep again, would you try to feel me again?"

"No. I have learnt my lesson."

Another long pause and then she asked again, "But, what if I was really asleep, with no chance of waking up."

I laughed, knowing full well what she was getting at, "In that case, I'll try my luck."

She laughed as well. "Can you reach from there?"

I looked at the distance and then got off of my cot, pushed it right next to hers, and said, "Yes, now I can."

She squirmed and stretched until she was in position and said, "Okay, I am about to fall asleep. But remember, only touch. The rest you'll have to forget."

"I'll settle for that."

I turned on my side and waited for her to be ready. She pulled her shirt up until both flaps were above her waist and then said, "Okay, I am asleep."

"Pull your shirt a little higher." Which she did, until her belly was exposed. 

I reached over and put my hand on her belly. Her body shuddered. She said, "You know, this is not right."

"Shh," I whispered. "You are supposed to be asleep."

I caressed her belly for a short while and then moved my hand down to the area between her thighs. I found the mound and then the soft area where my finger dipped a little. I could feel her lips with my hand and parted them through the material. I could feel the material getting wet, although the material was between my finger and her pussy, thus making the feel less satisfactory.

I grabbed the end of her nala and quickly pulled it loose. She reacted by grabbing the front of her shalwar, and screamed softly, "What are you doing?"

"You are supposed to be asleep," I said to her. "Go back to sleep."

"No. Not this." She protested. 

I held her hand in mine and the touch made me feel good. I held it in my hand and caressed it around until she let go of her shalwar and started to caress my hand in return. I gently took it and placed it on her stomach. Then I went back to her shalwar.

"No, no. Not this. Please, it's not right." She protested again, but weakly.

I loosened her shalwar and put my hand under it and I was quickly rubbing my finger between her pussy lips. She put her hand on her mouth to muzzle her sounds. I found that berry-like protrusion and rolled it between my thumb and index finger. She jerked a little at the feel and made a few incoherent sounds. As I explored around, I could feel my fingers getting soaked and I could actually smell the difference in the air. There was a pleasant, intoxicating odour around us, which I knew was coming from her pussy.

I brought my hand out and put it in front of my nose. I took a deep breath to inhale her aroma. She was shockingly surprised. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Smelling you. You smell delicious." With that I put the soaking wet finger in my mouth and tasted her juices. "You also taste delicious."

"You are sick," she responded with some disgust in her voice.

"Why am I sick? This is you that I am tasting. You taste good."

I put my hand back between her thighs. I caressed the inside of her lips and finally found the hole. I pushed my finger a little down and she made another one of those incoherent sounds. I asked her, "How do you feel?"

She didn't answer me right away. I kept caressing her pussy and kept rubbing her clit and every now and then kept knocking on her hole without going too far in."

"It feels weird."

"But, how do you feel?"

"Well, I feel weird. I feel good, but it is very new, so it feels weird."

I pulled my hand away and with a firm mind, I got off the cot. I pulled the blankets and the thick material under me off of it and put it up against one of the windows. I then spread the blanket and the other material on the floor.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I want to try from another angle." I said that and grabbed her hand to pull her up. I was very forceful and she felt like a little girl in front of me. She got off of the cot while holding her shalwar to keep it from falling.

I removed the blanket and the thick undersheet from her cot as well and spread it on top of mine on the floor. I moved her cot in front of the other window and put the pillows closer to the head side and asked her to lie down. She did, while still holding her shalwar.

I took her hands away from her shalwar and then held it from both sides and tried to slide it off of her body. She protested, "You want me to be naked in front of you."

"No, I just want this shalwar off of you."

"But..."

"Don't worry. It is dark. I can't see much."

She lifted her body up to let me take it off and then she lifted her legs one at a time to let me slip it off. I pushed her legs up and apart so that her knees were pointing to the ceiling and her feet were close to her butt. Then quickly, I removed my chadar and kurta and knelt between her legs. She got up to pull herself away from me. I grabbed her hand and said, "Here, feel this." With that, I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock.

She gasped at the rubbery feel and the hardness of it. This was the first time she had held a cock in her hand, and what a cock it was: hard, throbbing, and leaking.

She eased a little and with both hands started to caress around the shaft. I grabbed her other hand and put my balls in her palm. She cupped them. Soon she was comfortable with the feel and she started to enjoy herself. I reached for her shirt and pulled it off of her, which she let me without any hassle.

I eased her back with my dick and scrotum still in her hands. I then pushed her legs back until I could lower myself between her thighs and above her pelvic area. She was still holding my dick in her hand. It was almost like she didn't want to let go. I sat on my haunches, with my feet around her hips, her legs over my thighs and my cock hovering over her belly. While she played with my dick, I placed my hands on her breasts and started to cup and caress them. I enjoyed the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples. I kept caressing her breasts while she kept caressing my dick, feeling around the shaft and running her fingers over the head and the tip.

I waited for her to finally push it down towards her pussy and touch her pussy with the tip. She stuck it between her lips and moved it up and down across the length of her pussy lips, with extra pressure on her clit. Then she moved it down until it reached her hole. She pulled it down until I applied enough pressure to hold it there and then she let go of my penis, pulled her legs more towards her breasts, raising her butt, hips and pussy and creating the perfect angle for my entry. She then placed her hands on my shoulders and braced herself.

I put my knees on the floor and my hands around her head. Then I moved my feet back until my legs were stretched backwards and held my body in a push up pose. She locked her legs around my waist and pulled me down with her hands on my hips.

I applied slow pressure downward. She urged along with her hands and squirmed around to make sure that the angle was optimal for my entry. I increased the pressure slowly until her body responded by opening and my penis started to descend into her insides. 

Her pussy opened slowly as my penis made its way in and finally my head got in. She gave a muffled scream and bit my arm. Once the head was in, I pushed the rest of my cock in, until my pubic bone was pressing against hers.

Once completely in, I relaxed my body and eased myself on top of her. My stomach touched hers, my chest rested on her breasts, and my face got closer to hers. She reached with her hands and grabbed the sides of my face and then she started to kiss me. She kissed my chin, my cheeks, my nose, and my lips. I started to kiss her back when her lips pressed against mine. Soon we were kissing each other passionately, as sweet sensations took over our bodies that were originating from my dick and her pussy. Every now and then I would move a little, but each time she locked her legs to prevent me from pulling out.

We kissed for a long time until our mouths got tired and she relaxed. I then raised myself on my arms and started to move my buttocks up and down slowly and firmly. My penis started sliding around in her pussy as I took the soft, warm, and wet feelings in. What started out as slow, deliberate strokes, soon turned into quick thrusts, until I was pumping away like my life depended on it.

After a while of pumping, I felt the first spasm originating from my balls. I stopped.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't know." I said. "Something is happening."

I waited until the feeling faded and started pumping again.

After a short while, she grabbed my ass hard and forced me to stop pumping. "Something is happening to me as well."

I started pumping again once her grip eased. I felt another spasm soon thereafter as she grabbed my ass again. We paused for a short while and started again. This continued for quite a few minutes until the spasm turned into a tremor and then a full blown earthquake. 

When the lava erupted, I held myself hard against her because I couldn't take the movement against my penis any more. She, however, started to grind her pussy into me, hard. Her clit was against my body and she made short circles with it around the base of my shaft. Then she started to buck, and scream. I placed my lips on her mouth to shut her sound, but she kept bucking and screaming. She bit my lips gently to muffle her sounds, but to no avail. I was also screaming in what felt like pain as my sperm shot out of my penis with full force. She felt it hit as her body responded to it violently. 

My first orgasm inside a woman and her first orgasm around a penis. That moment will be remembered until the day we die. Once the storm subsided and we held each other tenderly, I asked her, "Now, what is so wrong about what we just did?"

She laughed, "This wrong feels very right. That, I find very scary."

She looked so beautiful in the glow of her orgasm, that I could see her through the darkness. Before long, we recovered and started a longer, but slower paced session. The new day broke with both of us in each others arms, completely naked, completely satisfied, and completely happy. 

We dressed quickly and made our way to the fields, where we could continue our first love making session well into the afternoon.



Village Life



The Pastor put a little of the consecrated oil on Seth’s large gnarled old prick and Seth moved smoothly forwards. His aim was true and he sank deep into the chosen girl, tearing away her hymen with his first thrust. Since his wife had died, this was his only sexual release of the year, and Seth made the most of it. He pumped hard and came inside her within half a minute. Satisfied he withdrew and sat heavily on one of the chairs at the side of the room. He would be back for more later, from other girls, but he realised that with his advancing age he would probably only be able to fill three or four of the six.

Five minutes or so after Seth was taken away the Pastor fetched another Elder, Christian Bunker. He too, selected on a logical basis; he was a short man and so he chose the girl with the shortest legs. Once he had chosen the best looking pair of legs on offer and had then had to perform on tiptoes. He too was anointed and aimed carefully. Since his wife was still alive, he was not so eager as Seth, though the thought of an eighteen year old virgin turned him on thoroughly. He tried to be gently with his chosen victim and pushed only the head of his relatively small prick into her, then waited. The girl beneath him wriggled at the unaccustomed feeling, and in doing so only succeeded in dislodging the invading cock. Taking her wriggles to be signs of pain, Christian moved on very slowly into her, tearing her hymen only a little at first, and then more on each stroke, thereby causing the girl much more pain, for much longer than if he had not been trying to be kind. Eventually he came, but only after the poor victim had had several minutes of terrible pain. It was to blight her sex life for ever, as he husband would find out to his cost.

Christian was followed by Elder Crandall Wright. By this time Elias had realised that the Elders were going first, and sure enough the next man called was Daniel Christoffersen. Then came the fathers of the girls; Gilbert Lawson was the first.

Gilbert was a vigorous man in his late thirties, and in the full power of his sexuality; moreover he was endowed with the largest prick in the village. As the Pastor anointed it, he looked up and down the line of girls and saw blood on the cunts of four of them.

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘so the Elders of the church can all still get it up?’ There’s a surprise.’

He looked the other two pairs of legs up and down carefully, deciding which girl he wanted.

‘Thank you, God,’ the thought, without any trace of blasphemy, for this was the only one in the ceremony who truly believed that this was what God wanted.

The others ranged from the Pastor’s utter hypocrisy, seeing this purely as a chance to fuck six of the village beauties, just as the chapel was a way to make a living without doing much work, to the varying mixture of belief and lust in the hearts and minds of the others.

The reason for Gilbert’s prayer of gratitude was that on the left ankle one of the two virgins available was a small scar. He knew well that that was the only mark from a childhood accident to his own daughter, when she had been trodden on by a horse. Immediately he saw that he knew that it had been God sending him the desire for his daughter which had plagued him as the day of the ceremony approached. He didn’t know why, but she had seemed to bloom in the last few weeks and had been a real temptation about which he had prayed earnestly, night after night.

Now he knew the answer to those prayers, God wanted him to be the one to deflower his daughter; why else would he have been so tempted? Why else would she have seemed suddenly so much more alluring? Why else would she have been marked so clearly, and yet so subtly? Why else would her virginity have been saved from the four Elders who had preceded him? Her moved quickly to stand behind her and thrust hard into his daughter’s waiting cunt. That was when all was truly made clear to him.

As he pumped mechanically, his sexual instincts doing the driving, his mind was racing. There had been no resistance at all as he entered her! His own little daughter, the pride of his life, had not remained a virgin. It was a terrible blow to him, and he wondered what he had done wrong for God to punish him thus. After he came, he staggered back from what was not the scarlet woman in his eyes, and the Pastor had to lead him to the chairs and sit him down.

Jedediah Harrison was led in a very short time later, and did his duty as he saw it, by taking the last untouched girl, efficiently deflowering her and, though no one ever knew it, impregnating her, the first of the six to have a sperm penetrate an egg, though three more followed her in that achievement that day before they left the chapel.

Several of the men now had second turns, simultaneously at different girls from their first choice.

It was a while before Harmon Elliot could take his pick among the six non-virgins, and again before Horace Ballantyne was called, the last of the fathers. There was a longer wait, or perhaps it only seemed longer to Elias, before the Pastor came to collect him.

In fact it was much longer, as the Pastor took two of the girls and several of the men had second or third performances of the ceremony.

“Remember, you may not speak,” said the Pastor, “The girls are lined up in there, opened to receive your seed. Please give generously to all of them. Do not touch them except with your wand.”

Elias, bewildered, wanted to ask what on earth the Pastor meant, but a finger placed on his lips reminded him of the pledge of silence.

When he entered the room and saw the line of naked arses and legs, each girl with blood and semen running down her legs, he was appalled by the sight, but as the Pastor led him to the first shaven cunt and said “Fill this vessel for the Lord, brother,” he remembered his promise not to disgrace his daughter and pressed his rampant prick into the waiting hole, which was already slick with the semen of at least one of the watching Elders and fathers.

The excitement of seeing a line of waiting cunts, and of being watched as he fucked the first, combined with the year it had been since he had had a woman in his bed, meant that three strokes were all that was needed for him to pump into the girl beneath him.

As soon as the Pastor realised he had come, the prayer went up from the assembled men, “Praise the Lord!” and he was hustled on to the next available arse.

As he worked inside this, rather tighter vagina, he began to take better stock of the surroundings. He was mortified to realise that he had no idea which of the bare bottoms presented for his use belonged to his own daughter. He was also pleased to see that none of the girls appeared to have been sodomised, so this was not just an orgy for its own sake. He remembered that the mothers had prepared the girls, and their fathers were present, so it really was regarded by the others as a religious ceremony.

The third girl was not so tight, and a great wad of pink tinged jism came out of her cunt as he pressed in. Evidently this girl had been a popular choice among the men who had preceded him, and was full to the brim already. It was as he filled her with his third orgasm of the day that he wondered how he could come time and time again without pause. Then he remembered thinking how terrible the coffee tasted that morning at home. His own daughter had undoubtedly drugged him with Viagra or some similar preparation.

That settled all his doubts about the ceremony; if she wanted him to perform well to the extent of spiking his drink, then he would. As he approached the fourth waiting girl, he noticed that she had no blood on her legs, and wondered how she had managed to lose her virginity in a community as strait-laced as this one without being caught and barred from the group. Still she was here and into her he went, pumping like mad. As he did so he realised that this girl was humping back to him and the little vixen was clamping her cunt muscles on his prick in an effort to come herself.

The fifth and sixth he fucked almost on auto-pilot. He had seen and felt such a plethora of stimuli in the last half hour that his mind more or less closed down. After he had ejaculated into the last girl, the Pastor led him to one of the seats where he half sat and half collapsed, trying to get his breath back and to order his thoughts.

The men sat for a few moments while the Pastor said a prayer to bless these deflorations, or rather the conceptions which they all hoped would take place. The men then went into the chapel proper where a meal was laid out for them. Naturally, they were all rather hungry, as each had taken at least two of the girls, with Elias taking all six. After serving the food, the mothers withdrew to attend to their daughters.

The ritual continued with each woman covering one girl’s nakedness and releasing her. Then the two mothers with two girls each released another girl. It surprised Hope that she could not have picked her own daughter out from among the naked arses with bloodstained and cum-covered legs. It surprised her even more when she could not identify any of the girls, even upright, when they were still hooded. The girls were told to wait until the door closed and then to remove their hoods and gags, then open the door again. This they did, so it was ensured that nobody could identify which girl had been in which place.

“Phew, I need a bath,” said Martha, stretching, “Five men had me and I am very yucky.”

“No, my dear,” said Hope as gently as she could, “You are not permitted to bathe until much later. You remain marked with your virgin blood for the rest of the ceremony.”

In the main chapel, when Elias asked the Pastor, very carefully, why he had been the last to be invited to use the girls, and why he had been encouraged to take his time and ejaculate in all six, he was referred to Seth who, the Pastor said, would explain to him.

After the meal, he said to Seth, “The Pastor tells me you can explain this ceremony, and why I went last.”

“How much do you know of our beliefs?” asked the old blacksmith.

“Very little, I’m afraid., at least in this area. Of course I’m familiar with the bible and so on, but this ceremony today had me lost.”

“Well, Elias, the Church of the Conception Immaculate believes that a marriage should be the closest imitation of Mary and Jesus we can arrange. Just as Joseph did not know who was the biological father of Jesus, so a husband should not know who is the father of her firstborn child. Naturally all the subsequent children of the marriage should be fathered by her husband, just as Mary’s other children were fathered by Joseph. If a girl isn’t made pregnant in our summer ceremony, or by her husband before her first period after the ceremony, then she will know who the father is, and those children can never become Elders of the Church. I myself was the firstborn of a girl after such a ceremony,” said Seth.

He paused for a moment to let this idea sink in, then continued, “As to why you were last to fill our children’s wombs, we are not behind the times. We understand the mechanics of procreation well, and you are new to the gene pool of this congregation, new blood as it were. When you performed the ceremony, the girls were all full of baby-making juices from several men each. Your penis, pumping in, pushed much of those juices out; therefore your semen, being the last deposited, had the best chance of succeeding in impregnating the girls, bringing much-needed new attributes into the congregation. Philipstown has married its own for far too long, so we always try to make the best use of newcomers.”

Elias thought about this, and then said, “In that case, why don’t you use artificial insemination? It would mean that you could control whose seed quickened which woman.”

Seth chuckled and pointed out, “That might be a more modern way of doing it, but to change the ceremony, the Elders and the Pastor would need to be unanimous, I don’t think, on balance, the congregation would gain much, so it would never be agreed.”

Elias thought about that, and wisely decided not to voice his opinion that the real reason was that the men who were privileged to deflower most of the girls in the congregation wouldn’t vote to give up the privilege.

“Now we go back to the church for the weddings,” said Seth.

“Weddings?” asked Elias.

“Oh yes. All the girls from today’s ceremony will be married this evening.”

“But my Martha isn’t even courting, let alone engaged.”

“None of the children are courting, as you put it. We don’t hold with that in this congregation. They marry boys who are eighteen or nineteen this evening, and nobody knows who will marry whom until after the ceremony. Of course the number of girls in the ceremony is only as many as there are boys available. We could not let a girl who participated go unwed today. Some years a girl or two are held over for a year, and some years a boy or two have to wait. Your girl arriving in January made the numbers just right.”

The ceremony looked like any other wedding ceremony Elias had been to, except for the obvious difference that the bride and groom were each wheeled into church in an enclosed box. The boys had been put in their boxes, which were numbered, and the girls in theirs, also numbered, by picking lots in two separate rooms. The service sounded the same, but for the lack of names, the pastor asking, “Do you, bride number one, take groom number one to be your lawful wedded husband,” and so forth. Not even the voices gave the secret away, because the boxes distorted the sound too much for them to be recognised.

After the ceremony each couple was wheeled off to a room prepared for them by a family who had no children in this year’s ceremony, to spend the first night of their wedding together. It was only after her husband had seen the evidence of her virginity, or not, that the girls were allowed to bathe.

***

The following day, his daughter came to see him in the afternoon, with a very bashful young man in tow.

“Daddy, this is my husband, Ralph. Ralph, this is my daddy.”

Elias didn’t know the young man to speak to, though he had seen him in the congregation, and knew that Ralph’s father had the local veterinary practice.

“Sir, I’m considered a ‘good catch’ in the congregation. I’m joining my father in the practice,” said the boy, and then blushed as he lowered his voice and added, “After the honeymoon.”

Elias looked at Martha and asked, “Did you know what the ceremony was before you agreed to join in?”

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered, blushing, “I knew all about it. The men, the wedding, everything.”

The happiness on her face told him everything else he wanted to know. She had a husband who pleased her greatly, and although that could only have been in the marriage-bed so far, Elias knew how important that was.

‘Perhaps,’ he mused as she hugged him, ‘Perhaps in a month or three it will be time Philipstown got itself a new assistant blacksmith, and I looked for a new wife to settle down with. Perhaps there’s a widow somewhere who would welcome me, but not here, not one of the people of this congregation,’ but he didn’t say that to her.



Village People Reject



Okay, this is very strange, but it turned out a tad bit nicer than expected.

The night before Valentines Day, I was be-bopping down the highway and speeding like I normally do. Well, I had to get home as quickly as possible because I had to get to work very early the next morning and it was already like 12:30 at night. I had just been shopping and stopped by one of the gay bars I knew of to have some sort of nightcap. To make this very long story short, I got pulled over. The cop who got me had me go over to his car after he took my license and registration. When I got inside, I heard all of this techno/ dance music blasting out of his radio. He quickly reached over as if he were embarrassed about me listening to his gay-ass sounding music.

Oh, you have no idea how much my gay-dar was going off. Yeah, it was big time!

Anyway, that fucker detected that I had had a few drinks and hauled me off to jail. In fact, he escorted the officer he handed me over to all the way to that city's jail. Normally, highway patrol officers don't do that. When we got to the station, he made a comment that he believed I was carrying a substance on my person while the other cop was printing me. I think he commented on searching me like two or three times, but the straight cop said that it was unnecessary for the procedure and there was no obvious suspicion to serarch me.

Well, a day after spending two nights in jail, I got a call from the district attorney's office saying that I was going into court earlier than my intended date. Yeah, get this fucker over with, right? Oh, I had no idea what I was in store for!

I got to the court house and represented myself. There was the great officer who pulled me over, but he was gussied up in a nicer uniform than cops normally wear. My, my he was dapper! The judge called the court to order and the cop made his opening statement and went on about how he aprehended me and stuff. Then, it was my turn. I asked if the other cop was there when I was detained. He was sitting in the court and I called him to the stand. Basically, it was all open-and-shut. Because of the technicalities of no tests being administered as well as Officer Dapper Dan's insistence on searching me with no cause, all of the charges were dropped.

Normally, you'd think that a cop would be upset about losing a case like that. Instead, he came up to me after the judge dismissed the charges and asked me to dinner. Well, we're going out tomorrow night since that's the night he has off. It's kinda hard to get together with someone who works the graveyard shift. I wish I'd been wearing a wig so it'd have been a tad bit hard to identify me after I stab out his eyes with a paper clip. Oh well, there's no need for that. He fucked up the moment he pulled me over; he forgot to take off his wedding band.

Tuesday night, his wife is going to have a private eye-ful of pictures from her hub-bubby's "overtime at work" as he calls it. I guess I should get one of those stickers that says "don't bug me" and stick it on my forehead like that retarded nigger boy in that commercial.

People with one tooth longer than the other make me sick. They honestly make me want to puke! I hope I contract AIDS before my date with that fucking cop! I hope I give it to him and I hope his possibly whore-ish wife cheats on him with fifty guys and video tapes it and sues him for every cent he has.

I hate cops, goddammit! I fucking hate goddamned ugly, pig-faced, sand nigger, Taliban cops!

Sooooo, here's what the date was like...

He picked me up in his cruiser. That was so sweet of him. He even flashed his lights and sirens when he saw me. Sweet, but really fucking pathetic. It's like the retarded teenager who points up in the sky and aknowledges "Ehh- Pain! Ehh-Pain!" that Jeff Foxworthy talks about in his stupid-ass redneck stand up bit. Fucking hate that faggot poser. Yeah, just like I really hate this faggot-posing Village People reject. Still, I kept my cool and got in when he pulled up.

It's really funny that he took me to the same seafood restaurant where Dylan stood me up. Fucker! I hope some nigger is ass-raping him in prison while another one smacks him in the face with his purplish-brown dog before he chokes it down his stupid throat! He truly is a pathetic cocksucker. I'm so above him even right now. Sure, I'm lowering myself to this cop's whole experimentation that he just has to have, but so what? I'm going to teach this faggot wannabe a lesson. Stupid nigger-esque people need to be bitch slapped over and over again when they do wrong. That's what my mother did to me, and look how I turned out.

Precious.

He ordered champagne. It's not as good as the shit that Dylan got, but it's still decent. In the middle of our meal, I saw the dick I hired enter. He looked me straight in the eyes while the moron officer scarfed down more of his salmon and shit. I mouthed "you'd better get this" to him with a scowl on my face. He immediately took out a small digital camera and started snapping a few shots just before his waitress escorted him to his table.

Then, I snaked my hand under the table and pulled out my cell phone. I just sat it next to me in the booth and called up the dick and turned it on speaker when I was sure he picked up.

The meal was nice. He kinda took my hand a few times, but quickly brought it back when he noticed someone walking relatively close by. My hired dick was definitely an expert at stealth. He had to have gone to the bathroom at least six times and the fucking ass-rammer cop never picked up on his presence. I was getting off on this treachery so much that I felt like I could cum from the anticipation, but I successfully restrained myself. Part of me felt like laughing out loud and right in his face every time I noticed the dick taking pictures. I'd grab his hand in mine on purpose or lean over the table at him and stare dreamily into his eyes. God, he was such a repugnant son of a bitch and all I could think of was how well this was going to pay off.

Finally, we had finished our meal. I said as loud as I could without making it too obvious that we'd better go. That shithead never noticed the slight click of my phone closing and figured that I was digging around in my pocket for some money. He stopped me.

"Don't worry. I got this one. Wife's pissed at me; so this is where the night out I saved up for her is going."

Jesus, what a wretched bastard! I honestly hope this asshole runs into a cop killer somewhere who likes to torture his victims before he slowly kills them. That'd be so lovely!

We walked out of the damned seafood place and I saw my hired dick snapping away with his camera in the parking lot. This was like shooting fish in a barrel. We both got in the cruiser and he asked me if I wanted to go shopping at the mall. As if! Do I look like a fucking teenager? Even if I was interested in this guy, that suggestion would be the ultimate dick softener. He's obviously got a daughter who he probably takes to the mall any damn time she pleases, but acts all fucking pissed about how much time she spends shopping when he really loves every single second of it. There's no wonder why he got kicked out of the Village People if so.

I sweetly replied to him that I wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home, but I reassured him that I had a lovely time. So, he drove me back home. What a sap! His car was still running when we got to my place. He was about to make some fucking small talk to me before either making his move or asking if he could. I just cut the horseshit and lunged at him, locking my lips with his. As much shit as I talked about him, he was actually a pretty good kisser. We made out some more and he started playing with my nipples. I can't stand nipple boys! They're not 100% gay, you know!

He noticed how I kept half smiling while we were kissing and asked me about it. I just told him that I was so fascinated with him and how safe I felt in his arms. This fucker really ate up all of ego stroking I fed him with a tarnished silver spoon. Really, I was smiling because I could see my dick out of the corner of my eye. He was in his car just a slight ways down the street and was shooting pictures over and over again. Great stuff!

Then, I got out and asked him if I could call him. He wouldn't give me his number because he said that he was having problems with it because some guy he had locked up before was giving him shit while he was out on parole. What-fucking-ever, man! This guy was a lie-a-minute piece of shit. That's okay. I already knew his number and I knew where he lived. That's what you hire dicks for.

Oh yeah, my dick is worth his weight in gold! 



Village Sex



Hi

I'm a British Indian ,I often visit India to meet relatives, this is a true incident it happened wit me while I was visiting my  uncle in a small village.

I took a bus cause it is fun watching village ladies and getting a hard on and making them feel it, well I reached bout 7 in the morning my visit was a surprise uncle and aunty were very  happy to see me ,aunty made tea for me and we chatted for a while. 

I then got fresh and had breakfast my uncle asked me if I wanted to with them to the neighbourhood village but I had different plans I refused ,in bout 1 hour they left and aunty told me that a maid will come to clean , I was left alone the house was very old and huge so I went to check out rooms the room next to kitchen was big and had a huge window like a door bout 20 meters from the window there was some construction going on .the place was like haunted behind the construction was all jungle.

There was just a lady working there I couldn't see her face cause she was a bit far ,i opened the window she heard the noise and looked at me wow!!!! She was good may be in her early thirties  my cock was hard and I wanted to jerk but I was afraid so I started rubbing it she saw me doing it and started staring .

There was no use so I went to see TV in the guest room there were some good Indian chicks on TV so I  decided to jerk off my cock was hard I took it out I t was wet wit precum I started massaging it when suddenly I heard some one coughing I looked back and saw a lady in her mid thirties stand-in and watching me she was good she looked like an Indian actress named rambha I was shocked and stood up without keeping my cock inside she looked down and said "nice size " me coming back to senses shoved it inside and her who she is and came to know she is the maid I told her who I was and told her to make lemonade .

I went to the kitchen to ask if she'll tell to my uncle ,she was standing and was busy when I asked "what's your name "Rita ". Please don't tell this to my uncle ,i wont tell but u have to pay 500 rupees I was ready and paid her .she asked me if she can help me . I looked at her and asked her that I wanna jerk off in front of the lady working next to us she looked out and said let me first check your dick and she herself took it out it was sticky and limp .the moment she took it in her hand it was rock hard she bend down and came near to it ,it was a bit smelly cause I didn't take shower for 1 day  she pulled the fore skin back and wit her one finger cleaned it and licked it .

She said she has a plan she told me to go to next room and shout at the lady and open the cock and start jerking , I went and shouted she looked at me and I took  my dick out and started jerking she was zapped , she didn't move and her eyes were stuck on me suddenly she started shouting and started walking towards me I kept on jerking until she was on the window shouting Rita's name ,she knew her there she comes Rita I quickly stuffed it back in my pants ,she came and asked what's the problem , the lady was shouting and said this motherfucker was jerking in front of me  Rita looked at me and asked I said yes  now she told the lady "cum on what's the problem he's young his dick is hard throughout the day so what if he was jerking off forget it Tina u want hell pay u 500 she looked at me and said ok , I gave her the money she was looking down at my crotch ,Rita said tell me honestly since how long u haven't tasted a dick Tina, she looked at her and said 6 years after husbands death ,cum on lets try his cock Rita said and took my cock out and started playing wit it she pulled Tina by her hand until her head was next to my cock and guided my cock in her mouth wow!!!!!! It was great they both sucked my cock lick lollypop ,Rita asked me to tell when I'm bout to cum cause she wanted me to cum on her palm when I was near to cum she stopped sucking and asked Tina to jerk me  and I came like thunder in her palm she then massaged my cock wit my cum and sucked it clean it was great !!!!! She told she loved sperm and was a sperm freak ,I thanked Tina she kissed my cock and promised to come back and I fucked Rita every day till I left ,and also she once made me cum on a piece of bread and ate it .

This was my best holidays till today . 



Village Slave



Well this was supposed to be summer, and all it seemed to do was rain. We had been trying to get a long weekend away for the last couple of months.

Finally, the forecast was looking good for the forthcoming weekend, so arrangements were made.

My husband and I decided to go down south for three days of fun and sex. We made our way down on the Thursday evening and booked into a small hotel in a fishing village on the coast.

Friday was spent walking on the beach and sunbathing. I decided to do some nude sunbathing in this cove, so I stripped off and lay on my towel. About an hour had passed by, Chas had gone for a scramble over the rocks, when I noticed two young lads of about 19 watching me from behind a large rocky outcrop. I decided to give them a show. I started to rub my tits and pinch my nipples making them stand up large, then moving one hand down to my pussy, first rubbing along the lips then inserting two fingers into my moist shaven cunt and frigging myself to a climax moaning out loudly all the while.

The two lads now had their cocks out and were wanking them, so I called out to them to come over and let me do that, they were soon there. I took hold of the hard cocks, one in each hand and began rubbing them up and down. One of the lads put his hand on my tits and began to squeeze them, and pinch my nipples, this gave the other lad a signal to try his luck, so he slid his hand down to my cunt and started fingering me. I said wouldn't they rather put their hard cocks in my hot cunt, and this was immediately down, a hard cock was soon pounding away inside me, I was shouting for him to fuck me harder, I was still wanking the other one, he was urging his mate on, telling him to hurry up as he wanted to fuck the tart. He soon came shooting one wad deep inside me, and another over my belly. He was replaced by his mate who shagged away like a demon, while I licked the other clean. He came soon and after sucking him of any last remnants of come they got dressed and said goodbye and disappeared. Just then Chas came back and said he had watched the whole show from behind the rocks, and with that, turned me over and gave me a good ass fucking which I like.

That evening we had a meal at a restaurant on our way back to the hotel. The meal was good, and my husband had been fingering my naked cunt (I had no underwear on, Chas likes me like that) under the table, I had to bite my lip to stiffen my moans a couple of times when I cum, so by the end of the evening I was dying for it.

It was getting late when we made our way back to the hotel, and on our way just as we were approaching a small village up on the moors still quite a few miles from base, the car began to make a strange noise, shudder, then cut out, not starting again on trying. Chas had a look around, there seemed to be only a pub, small rundown garage, shop, and about a dozen or so houses all in darkness accept the pub, as it was about 11.30pm at night.

Chas went into the pub, and came out about ten minuets later with a fit looking man of about in his thirties. They came over to the car, and Chas lifted the bonnet. The man looked the engine over and fiddled with a few bits, Chas turned the engine over, a few words were spoken by the mechanic to Chas to which he started ageing with him, the man walked off. I got out of the car and asked what the problem was, Chas said the chap told him it would need a bit of work, and he couldn't or wouldn't do it until Monday. He had told him we had to be home by Monday but to no avail. There was also nowhere to stay in this god-forsaken village. 

We went into the pub to try once more. It was a dingy place with lots of smoke and about 10-11 men excluding the mechanic ranging in age from about 19 to 50s years of age. They were all looking me up and down, and I guess making lewd comments about me as I was dressed in a short, tight black dress, black stockings, suspenders, and high stiletto shoes on. Chas asked him again to no avail, then looking straight at me, laughed and said " I'll tell you what, I'm a betting man, we'll toss a coin, Tails you win and I'll fix your car free of charge tomorrow, Heads I win, mister you can stay in the room above the garage, and the women stays with me for the weekend. This causes some shouting and cheering from the rest of the men. My husband said no way, so the mechanic shrugged his shoulders and said fair enough.

At this point I step in and say, if we agree to this and he wins fair enough, but with some conditions, if he wins we still want the car fixed free of charge Sunday afternoon, he thinks about this for a moment then laughs and agrees. Chas says he not sure about this, but I tell him I don't want to sleep in the car for a couple of days, and anyway win or loose we get the car fixed for free. Chas says yes, but if we loose you know you will probably get a good shagging for a couple of days. I say yes, but you know I love a good shagging. I then say toss the coin. It is tossed and falls on the floor where it rolls, spins a few times, and then lands facing heads up. The mechanic smiles, throws some keys to Chas and says see you Sunday afternoon. I tell him everything is fine, a bets a bet, so he leaves and makes his way to the garage, the mechanic shouting after him, that there is a party at the pub Saturday night if he wants to come.

As soon has he as left, the man looks me over then tells me I am his slave to do what ever he wants, when he wants for the next couple of days, then tells me to take off my dress. All the men are grinning as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, now standing in just my stockings, suspenders, and shoes. Tits, ass, and shaven cunt on show to all. The mechanic tells me he likes a slut who is always ready for fucking, not wearing any underwear. He throws my dress to the barman and tells him to put it under the bar as I will not be needing it for the next couple of days, as I am going to stay like this from now, and to go wherever he goes, that he is going to parade me around the village showing everybody what a fucking slut I am. 

I begin to object and with that I receive a sharp hard slap across my ass causing some pain, and I am told to shut up, I say yes to which there is another painful slap across my ass, and he says yes what, yes master I say. All the men are laughing as my face as well as the cheeks of my ass grow red. Good he says, now go and lie across that table over there and spread your legs. I walk through the men my tits jiggling and my ass swaying, getting pinched and touched up on the way, then lay down on my back across the table, and opening my legs showing the insides of my moist, smooth cunt to all. He walks across to me and starts to rub my cunt then inserts a finger then two until he has four fingers in me. With his other hand he mauls my tits, taking great pleasure in making me cry out as he pinches and pulls my nipples. He's telling me what a big cunt I have got, that I must have had a lot of cock making good use of it. Through my moans I say yes master that is what I like to be used for.

After I have climaxed from his frigging, he knells down between my legs and goes to work on me with his tongue, licking up and down my cuntlips then pushing his tongue deep into my hole. I can hear all the other men laughing and cheering him on, one of them says look at the slag grinding her cunt into his face to make her cum. I cum hard this time, pouring my love juices onto his face, he stands back up and tells me I am now going to get my first fuck of many this weekend, and rams his large hard cock roughly into me, pulling back out then shoving it back in hard, reaming me out. Your going to be well used slut from now, when I'm finished my friends are going to have some fun with this body, OK slave he says, I answer yes master.

For the next 4 hours or so, I am fucked continuously everywhere, cocks are shoved in my cunt, ass, and mouth, several times all three at once. Loads of cum are pumped into and onto my body, and swallowed. I am shagged over tables, the bar, taken outside on bonnets of cars, and in the back of a dirty old pickup truck. By the end of the night I am covered in a mixture of cum, beer and dirt, and have love bites, scratches and other marks from being punished all over my body. And my cunt and ass ache.

The next morning (Saturday) I shower, having slept on the floor for what was left of the night, then take the mechanic his breakfast, which after he has finished I have to give him a blow job then fuck him. After he has dressed he takes me to work with him, I am still only allowed to wear my stockings and shoes, he tells me he has some calls to make and I am to accompany him. Over the day I am paraded around the village, everything on show to all. Some of the men take advantage of this and are allowed to shag me, or I give them blow jobs, the women just laugh and call me names like slut, whore and slag, and tell me that all a cumslut like me is any use for is for the men folk to fuck, to have use of my body whenever and wherever they want. All I am allowed to say to this is, "yes, I am a slut, and that all I am good for is fucking".

That afternoon The women say I should be placed in the stocks which they still have on the village green, so I am taken along and my head and hands are fastened in, and I am bent over at the waist, a sign is hung around my neck saying "this women is a slut and should be used as one". I am like this for several hours and during this time men take advantage of my nakedness and fuck my waiting ass or cunt, sometimes in front of a cheering audience. My hanging tits are molested, being squeezed and pulled, and my nipples pinched hard. The women whip my ass, punishing me for being such a whore, leaving red marks across my ass and thighs. During this my husband comes over and says "do you still recon you should have tossed that coin" I just say "I bet your loving seeing me humiliated like this, you bastard" he just laughs and says "I bet you are loving it really you slut" I say " perhaps I am". He walks away then, leaving me to everybody's use. Everybody in the village taunts me, calling me obscene names and molesting my naked body. Playing with my tits, fingering and probing my open cunt, and thrashing my exposed flesh.

When I am finally released, I am allowed to shower and told to only put back on my high heel shoes and a studded dog collar he gives me. When done he attaches a lead to it and Takes me over to the party at the pub, leading me by the lead and naked. Once in there he announces to the crowd that his slave is for the entertainment of them for the evening, for whatever use they want. I am soon lead away by a group of young men to their table, where I am fondled then repeatedly fucked in all holes by them.

After them, another man put on a show who's cock must of been at least 13 inches long and as thick as my arm, apparently none of the other women would let him near them because he was so big, but they were all urging him on as he slammed his massive tool into my sloppy, cum filled cunt, stretching it to the limit, boring it out, making me gasp and cry out as he rammed it in to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass, and roughly mauling and slapping my tits with his rough calloused hands. For the rest of the evening, cocks are pummelled into my orifices. I put on shows having all three holes fucked at the same time as well as wanking others. Cocks are wanked between my tits, women slap my flesh and spit on me, callind me a whoreing slut, I am given objects to wank myself off with, and I am also made to lick and probe with my tongue the womens musty cunts and all the men assholes.

After every man had either fucked one or all of my holes, my master took me outside followed by the crowd and tells me he wants a piss and to lay down on the ground in the dirt. I lay down and he takes his cock out and begins to piss over me, showering my naked squirming body with the warm golden liquid, it mixing with the cum, beer and dirt on my body. Several of the other men decide to do he same and stand all around me, their piss flows over my tits, running down my belly and between my open leg, mixing with the cum running out of my abused cunt and asshole. One man grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back telling me to open my mouth while a couple of them piss over my face and hair and in my mouth.

When they have finished, I am dragged to a nearby tree were ropes are tied around each wrist and thrown over one of the branches and pulled until I am fully stretched with my feet just on the ground and my arms above my head. My ankles are then spread apart and each tied to metal pegs that are hammered into the ground until I am tied spread-eagled to the tree.

I am left like that with the cum and piss now drying on me. I had noticed Chas there during the evening, but he had not interfered with the proceedings, in fact he had joined in with them, enjoying watching his wife gangbanged and used in this way, and I must admit to being turned on doing these things in front of him.

The rest of the night I am left hanging there with men and women coming to use me when they want, some fuck my cunt or ass some more, others just come out to empty their bladders over me. The women have fun making me cum by frigging me with bottles, dildoes, vibrators, or whatever they decide to shove up my pussy or ass. They also enjoy whipping my ass, and even my tits and cunt with belts, taking delight in hearing my cries echoing through out the night, and watching my tortured body writhe as the leather makes contact with my naked flesh.

Early Sunday morning I am finally cut down, my naked body now a mess of dried cum, piss, mud, and beer, and covered with bites, scratches, and belt marks as I am helped back to have a shower and a rest. The car is fixed, the mechanic saying I have earned that. He asks if I have enjoyed being the village slave for the weekend, and having my body used and fucked so many times, being treated as nothing more than a whore and slut by everyone including the women. I tell him that every now and then I get off being like this, that I like being used just for sex, and that it's a turn on when there is a crowd watching. I add that the women are probably only jealous of the fun I'm having, and haven't the nerve to do it themselves. 

As we drive off he says "well you really are one hell of a slut aren't you, come back sometime, we'll make sure you have some more fun. I laugh and say that maybe the next time the car needs servicing you can do it for free after you have all serviced me. "That's a deal," he shouts back.

We make our way back to the hotel then home. On the way home Chas says he recons I am getting worse, I tell him that I enjoy our sexual experiences, but this one was about the limit, as I will need another break to get over this one, and that my ass and cunt will be aching for about a week.:-)