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Cleanliness

By: Mr James



Amber stood in front of Andrew, naked except for her stockings and garter belt. He took her hand and led her through the door to the bedroom. The bed had been raised until it was almost waist high and the bedclothes replaced with a thin sheet of plastic. Amber frowned at the sight and turned towards him, her mouth already opening to ask her question. Andrew placed his finger to her lips and spoke, softly but commandingly.

"Lie on the bed, on your right side and pull your left knee up to your chest." Andrew instructed her.

Amber laid on the slick plastic and arranged herself as he ordered. She could feel the strange posture opening the puckered rosebud of her asshole and, for a moment, she felt a tiny frisson of apprehension, as she realised that she was totally vulnerable. Andrew rested his hand on her head and stroked her long, silky hair. Then he crossed the room and pushed a small metal cart up to the side of the bed. Amber craned her head to look at the items arranged neatly on top of the cart. There was a large rubber bag, connected to a length of orange rubber tubing. Next to the bag were a jug of warm water, steaming gently, and a couple of bottles of plant oils. On a soft cloth were a small bottle of lubricant and a hard rubber plug. 

Amber felt his hands easing her buttocks apart, as Andrew slowly eased the tip of his finger along the cleft between the cheeks of her bottom. She felt incredibly vulnerable as he caressed her, lavishing slow gentle caresses on the tender ring of her anus. Blushing, amber recalled that she had not used the lavatory since breakfast and, now that she remembered she could sense a feeling of fullness in her belly. She opened her mouth to warn him, just as Andrew pressed the tip of his finger into the warmth of her ass. Her words were lost in the shuddering groan that built in her throat as she surrendered to the probing finger stretching her rear entrance.

Amber whimpered softly as Andrew slid his finger out of her yielding ass. Thrusting her bottom towards him, she looked over her shoulder and opened her eyes wide, giving him her best little innocent girl look.

"Andrew, darling, fuck your dirty little slut in her ass." Amber whispered.

"Patience, sweetheart, it will be worth the wait, I promise." Andrew replied, smiling.

He took the end of the rubber tubing and smeared the lubricant around the tip. Then, parting her buttocks with the fingers of his left hand and opening her anus, he pressed the tip of the rubber into the dark opening. The first inch or so of the rubber slid easily into Amber's ass, stretching it very, very slightly. Amber gasped at the coolness of the lubricating jelly and then moaned deep within her throat. Andrew slid a little more of the tubing into her bowel, feeling the contents pressing against the tubing. Amber pressed back against the intrusion and Andrew passed another inch of the cold rubber into her passage.

Gently but insistently, Andrew maintained the pressure and the tubing slid into Amber's bottom. She could feel the rubber, cool at first but rapidly warming to the heat of her ass, snaking into her gut. The room was quiet, except for the sound of their breathing, Andrew's deep and sighing, while Amber panted and snorted as the long tubing was fed into her tender back door. At last, Andrew was satisfied that the tubing had penetrated Amber's bowels to the necessary depth and he poured some of the warm water into the bag, adding a few drops of the oils. Gently squeezing the sides of the bag, he forced the warm mixture through the tubing and into Amber's taut belly. Amber groaned softly as she felt her belly distending.

"Oh God, Andrew, what are you doing?" Amber asked, in a soft groan, looking down at her belly and watching it tighten and swell as he increased the pressure.

Amber's belly was taut and swollen, bulging as though she were heavy with child. Andrew watched as the skin stretched and pressed a little more firmly on the sides of the bag. He reached over and picked up the rubber plug, then took a firm grip on the tubing, just at the point where it disappeared into her anus. Smoothly he slid it from inside her and quickly, before anything could escape, he forced the hard rubber plug into her backside. 

Amber groaned, quietly, as Andrew took her hand and helped her to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he bent down and carefully slipped her feet into a pair of strappy sandals, with pointed heels, six inches long. A quick tug on her arm brought Amber to her feet and she stood, swaying a little on her heels, the rounded curve of her taut belly accentuated by the jut of her bottom. Andrew gestured to Amber to walk up and down.

Amber slowly paced the room, the bellyful of liquid sloshing uncomfortably and making her tummy cramp tightly. The fullness of her belly made her want to lean forward but Andrew had a thin rattan cane and he would bring it swishing through the air to crack against her bare buttock, jerking her upright, leaving a scarlet weal against the creamy smooth flesh, every time she tried.

Amber walked slowly back and forth for some minutes, the liquid in her belly sloshing uncomfortably and making her look as though a pregnancy was just beginning to show. She felt the tightening of her anus around the ring with every step she took and she could see a lascivious gleam in Andrew's eyes as he watched her stuttering walk around the room.

It seemed to take forever but, at last, Andrew stood up and went into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a large, galvanised, bucket. He set the bucket in the middle of the floor and made Amber squat over it, her arms on the bed to balance herself. Then he reached down and prised the hard rubber plug out of her anus. Amber sighed as she felt the liquid gushing out of her bowels to splatter noisily into the bucket.

Andrew walked around the bed and grabbed amber's wrists. As soon as she had finished emptying her bowels into the bucket, he pulled her forward and fastened her wrists together, behind her back, so that she could not get up again. Then he moved back to her side of the bed and positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock brushing the cleft between her buttocks. Amber moaned softly as she felt the tip of his hard cock pressing against her and sliding along the slick cleft between her buttocks. She moaned, deep in her throat, as Andrew pressed more firmly, watching her glistening asshole opening up under the gentle but relentless pressure of his cock.

Amber whimpered as he slowly stretched her asshole and Andrew looked down at the head of his cock, as he pressed onward. He could see the opening to her bowels stretched tightly over the rim of his cock head. A jerk of his hips and the purple glans slipped inside, amber crying out as she felt the familiar 'pop' as Andrew entered her bottom.

Breathing deeply and slowly Andrew pushed, forcing the length of his cock deeper and deeper until his heavy sac was pressed against the rounded cheeks of her bottom. Rocking his hips, Andrew gently drove his cock into Amber's tight ass. Gradually he thrust harder and more deeply until he was sliding the length of his cock smoothly and rapidly in and out of her ass. Amber could only grunt and moan softly as Andrew fucked her tight ass like an animal. Her moans became tiny shrieks of frustrated pleasure, as Andrew varied the pace and depth of his thrusts, keeping her just on the edge of cumming.

At last, Amber was begging for Andrew to let her, no make her, cum.

"Andrew, please," Amber moaned, "Make me cum."

"Hush, sweetheart, in a moment." Andrew answered.

"Oh G-G-GOD! NOW, PLEASE!!" Amber screamed

Andrew thrust hard and deep, then held Amber still as his cock jerked inside her, again and again, spraying thick sticky roped of cum deep inside her. It seemed to take a lifetime for his cock to finish spurting into her and filling her ass, filling her to overflowing. At last, though, his cock began to subside and slip out of her ass. Andrew just wiped the end of his cock against the smooth skin of her bare ass and then padded over to the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving her spread like a cheap slut on the end of the bed.

Cleanliness



I was so excited, I was on my way to pick up a special lady friend that I had been talking to for some time now. We had met at a New Year's party and I had been mesmerized by her beautiful eyes from that night on. Now don't get me wrong, it didn't hurt that she was extremely attractive, a gorgeous smile and the sexiest body I had ever seen. That night she was wearing a dark blue mini-dress with the openings up the sides of it. I was hypnotized by her beauty and walked over to talk to her. We had been talking ever since, phone calls, lunch's & IM's. 

Today was exciting because she needed a ride home and her normal person wasn't going to be able to make it. I pounced on the opportunity like a hungry lion and volunteered my services. Luckily she felt it was time for us to spend some quality time together and accepted. 5:00pm hit and I raced to my car so that I would be there on time so she wouldn't have to wait. As I drove up, I could see her standing in front of the building waiting for me. I pulled up, got out and race over to open the door for her. Once in the car we both began to talk. I asked if she had been waiting long and she answered that she hadn't. We had the normal, somewhat awkward chat on the drive to her place. Half way there we both started to relax and talk about each other and how much we were attracted to one another. 

Once we got to her house, she asked if I wanted to come for a while and relax. That is all I needed to hear and it took me no time to answer "YES!!!" Once in she kicked off her shoes and offered me a drink. I was too excited to even think about a drink and politely declined. She walked over to her stereo and turned on some nice, soothing Jazz music and came to sit down next to me on the couch. We talked a little more and then I couldn't help myself, I leaned across and gave her a nice gentle kiss on the lips. They were so soft and she tasted so good, must have had on some type of flavored lip gloss. Well that kiss led to a more passionate and longer kiss. Afterward we stared into each other eyes and she remarked that she was going to go and take a shower. She raised up from the couch and started walking towards her bathroom. She stopped at her hallway door and looked back at me. With the most seductive voice I had heard in some time, she asked me if I would like to join her. With a shocked look on my face, I had no other answer but yes.

She led me to the bathroom where I decided to take charge and start the shower up while she reached into the linen closet and got us a couple of towels. I decided that I wanted to undress her myself and see what I had been lusting for all these months. I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, unzipped her skirt & let it fall to the ground. As I slid her blouse off, I was able to see the sexiest see thru lace bra with the matching thong panties that she had on. My dick became immediately erect as there stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in all her splendor. She had 44DDD breasts, a 26 waist and 36 inch hips. Simply gorgeous and the sexiest thick woman alive. I undid her bra and unleashed the prettiest tits that I had seen in my life and soon afterward, I slid the thong panties down to reveal her shaved pussy and boy were those thongs very moist from her juices.

I proceeded to take all my clothes off and I led her to the shower. We both stepped in and the feeling of the hot water hitting us was so very erotic. I loved how the water hit those titties and then dripped down off of them. Watcher her ass as she was allowing the water to hit her caused my dick to go into a frenzy. I was so hard that my dick actually hurt as it was trying to rip thru my skin. She turned with her wash cloth and soap and began to wash me off. Her hands rubbing all over me was really turning me on. She started with my back and made sure to gently rub soap all over it. Once done she asked me to turn around so she could start the front and boy did she ever start the front!!!!!

She started at my chest and worked her way down my stomach until she reached my throbbing dick. Her hand stroking back & forth on it almost drove me to orgasm but I was able to control myself. She continued to stroke and I must admit, it did drive me over the edge causing me to want her even more now. She stopped, turned and began to wash her self very hurriedly. As she finished up, she turned and told me she had a fantasy and wanted to fulfill this with me. I told her I would do anything I could possibly do to fulfill that fantasy. Well, she stated that she have never had her pussy eaten in the shower. I was more than happy to fulfill this particular fantasy.

I leaned her against the shower door and from behind, spread her ass checks, found her already wet & willing pussy and began to lick it ever so gently. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips making sure to try and part them with each lick. From time to time, I would stick my tongue inside her so I could taste her cum. She moaned each time I did this. Well the moans got to me and I went to find her clit so I could put it between my lips and begin to suck it. She squirmed a little when I did that but then relaxed and pushed her ass back in my face to allow me to continue eating. I alternated between eating her pussy and eating her ass until she had a very powerful orgasm. 

After she recovered from that orgasm, she pushed me back up against the shower wall and took my dick in her hand & guided it to her willing & eager mouth. She sucked on that bone like if she was attempting to take all the meat off of it. Special care was taken to make sure enough spit was being used to lubricate it, her suction was perfect and made her mouth feel very tight & the stroking motion she was using as she sucked up & down was driving me so wild. I reached down and gently guided her head up and down on my already very swollen cock. She looked up at me with those eyes with the dirtiest look and asked if I was enjoying myself. All I could do was shake my head yes because I had lost all control of my ability to speak, it was so good.

After several more minutes of that, I couldn't take much more and stood her up. I pushed her up against the shower door, lifted up one of her legs and penetrated that wet pussy with authority. I slid in the head and it felt so warm that I lost track of what I was doing and decided to just become a battering ram. My thrusting and gyrating was causing her and the shower door to shake. I couldn't help myself, she had worked me up so well that I wasn't aware that I was taking the pussy and leaving no prisoners. She moaned and called my name, looking back at me with that fuck me harder look. I was only more than ready to accommodate that look. Each thrust in caused a popping noise that was like music to my ears. She then started screaming for me to fuck her even harder, "Give it to me Papi" was the phrase I kept hearing so often. Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me is all I was hearing. I neared my orgasm but wasn't quite ready to finish up. But as you know great sex has a mind of its own. 

I couldn't stop and began to fuck her furiously, moaning and groaning like a bear. I let her know that I was about to cum. She requested that I pull it out and shoot it on her gorgeous, thick ass. As my orgasm hit, I pulled out my dick, began to stroke it quickly and shot load after load of hot cum all over her ass, small of her back and almost all the to her upper back. 

We let the water hit us until I was ready to slide my dick out of her. We finished the shower and retired to her bedroom. Round 2 was about to begin and I was in heaven!!!



Cleanliness



Adria slipped her key into the lock and turned it. She shoved the door a bit since it stuck and walked through her front door. She took one step into the her home and yelped when a hand dragged her the rest of the way in. Heart pounding she turned toward the intruder. She broke out into a smile when she saw Devlin.

"Hey! You are back. When did your flight get in? I was going to pick you up tomorrow. I just bought some groceries to cook us a romantic meal tomorrow night. You are home too early; I did not have a chance to clean my home." She babbled.

Devlin replied "I caught an earlier flight. I wanted to come back earlier. It has been a very long three weeks with out you. I can see that you haven't cleaned your home. It filthy."

Adria walked towards the kitchen. "Please, close the door, lock it and follow me into the kitchen. I want to put the groceries away before they spoil."

Devlin shut the door and locked the dead bolt. He folded over the extra safety lock. He turned around with a slight frown on his face. He followed Adria to her kitchen.

"I am really glad you are home. How did the job go? Was it crazy? Just let me put these away and we can chat" she happily stated.

"Actually, why don't you stop and look at me for a minute." He mildly answered.

Adria looked up startled, "Er, honey, what's wrong? Did the deal go bad?"

"Did we not have an agreement about your home? It was your goal to keep the home orderly and clean. I believe we also have a standing protocol for you to greet me with a hug and kiss first thing we see each other. Or am I mistaken?" he questioned softly.

Adria froze. Oh shoot she thought. What did she do? Three weeks and she already forgot the rules. Darn she had such high hopes to keep a clean home. She wanted it always ready in case guest stopped by. To help her accomplish this, she worked out a plan with Devlin. He kept his home so nice and orderly. Everything had its place. He never misplaced anything or wasted time searching for items. She just always lost things. If it wasn't her keys, it was her wallet. This morning, she couldn't remember where she placed her watch. She ended up running late to each errand because she had no way to keep time. 

Oh no! Now she remembered what she and Devlin decided for punishment if she didn't keep up with her goals. 

He nodded, "Well, I see you remembered what we decided. I read it on your face. Yes, and this time I am going to enforce it. Finish putting away that last bag and you know where to meet me. I am going to get prepared." He left the kitchen and headed towards the her bedroom. Adria slowly removed the red skin potatoes out of the bag and placed it on the counter. She dreaded the rest of the day. Last night she was going to do all the cleaning so that she could take the leisure Saturday primping for Devlin to come home. She got distracted with some shows that she taped anyway. She should have not spent time watching the tele. She was definitely going to have to pay for her procrastination.

"Aren't you done yet?" Devlin shouted from the bedroom.

Adria jumped and quickly put the butter away. She folded up the paper bag and put it in the recycle bin. "I'm coming" she squeaked. She dragged her feet in her room, to the master bath. When she first saw this one story home, she fell in love with the master bath. 

The three person large Jacuzzi tub was something she always wanted. The separate shower stall contained four shower heads. Two at head level at opposite side and two at waist level. That way, in the winter time, she was never cold when she showered. She had change the heads to be massagers for when her body was sore. It even had a separate movable hose that allowed for a hand held device.

The previous owners were European, which was quite evident with the bidet. When she first saw it, she couldn't figure out what it was, until Devlin explained it. She didn't like to use it so it was still quite spotless except for the dust due to lack of use. There was even a decent sized linen closet for her to store all her toiletries. The alabaster marble sink and counter top completed the bathroom.

When she walked in, she noticed the towels placed on the edge of the tub. She glanced at the counter. She winced as she inventoried the items laid out. Two different sized anal plugs laid side by side. One strand of anal beads laid right next to that. A full enema kit also laid right next to the beads.

Slowly, she looked up at Devlin. He raised his right eyebrow and looked at her up and down. She slowly pulled off her sweater top let drop to the floor. She unclasped her bra and threw it into the lingerie basket. She slipped off her sweat pants. She placed both sweater and pants into the laundry basket. She clenched her fists at her side and turned to face Devlin.

"Well, you are the dirty little girl aren't you? Where are your panties? And I see you didn't keep your pussy clean either. One fraction after another. What am I to do with you?" he gleefully asked. 

Adria looked down at her pussy. UGH! She forgot to wax last night. She let it grow for 3 weeks so that she could be smooth tonight for him. Damn him for coming home early, she thought. "I was going to do that today before you came home. But you came home early and I . . ."

Devlin interrupted, "Let me understand what you are saying. Because I thoughtfully wanted to come home early to see you a day earlier, it is my fault that the house is dirty. It is my fault that your pussy is not hairless. I see. I believe we discussed placing blame on others, didn't we? And we also discussed procrastination. We can take care of those punishments tomorrow. You have enough to fill the rest of the day today."

Adria hung her head. This was getting worse and worse. She had planned on a nice romantic dinner tomorrow. Then an hour in the Jacuzzi tub with bubbles. After that, they were going to have wild monkey sex. How could she be so lazy! How could she be so stupid. She should have anticipated that he would come home early. This was all his fault for throwing her off.

Devlin patted the towel. "Come on, we have a long day ahead of us. Let's go Addy"

She hated that name! This did not look good. Whenever he addressed her as Addy, she knew she was going to treat her like a child. Sunday was going to be just as bad as today. She whimpered and nearly cried.

"Quit delaying your punishment. Get your butt over here right now. Don't make me come over there and drag your lazy ass over this towel. You do not want to make me any madder!" he threatened.

Adria shuffled over to the tub. She leaned on the towel and over the edge with her head down into the tub. She rested her hips comfortable and waited. Her shoulders tensed when she heard the snap of the latex gloves go on. The squirt of the lube from the bottle made her butt clench.

Slap! "Relax your asshole for me. Don't make me hurt you, little girl" he patronized.

Adria tried to relax and the sting of the slap to her left butt cheek faded. She felt one gloved finger rim her hole. Slowly it probed deeper. She relaxed as another finger was added in. Quickly it was withdrawn and a cold tube slipped in place of the fingers. She closed her eyes. Soon, she would be feeling the cramps.

Devlin smiled as he looked at the upturned bottom. She had such a delightful upside down heart shaped butt. Bent over extenuated her lovely ass. He had a feeling she was lying when she said she was keeping her home clean. He purposely told her he was coming home on Sunday rather than Saturday. Although he did expect to get at night, not mid morning. He was going the have a fun filled weekend. He had been wanting to catch her on something for so long. She had been going quite well several months, no punishments. This would hold them over for the next several months.

He waited until she relax her enter body. As soon as she did, he let the water run from the enema bag into her. He only used 1 quart of warm soapy water. He figured she needed a bit of cleaning before she could take more.

"So, little girls who are dirty need to be cleaned? And how do we clean them? We give them enemas. Because enemas helps to clean bad little girls starting from the inside out. Dirty little girls have cleaning duties to remind them of what cleanliness should be. We have our work cut out for us. You are the just filthy. And you demonstrated that you are not an adult, but a little girl. We will have to treat you like the little girl you are, won't we?" he taunted.

Devlin checked to make sure the video camera he hid in the linen closet was catching everything. He enjoyed every squirm from Adria as the water slowly flowed in. He raised the bag a bit higher so that the water would flow faster.

"UGH!" she yelp. "Too much! I can't take anymore."

"You can take it. Don't be a baby. Or would you like to be treated as a baby. We can do that too." Devlin suggested.

"No, Sir. I can take it. I was just startled. My tummy hurts though. Will you rub it?" She pleaded.

Devlin reach under her and turned her a bit. With his left hand he rubber her belly in circular motions. He felt her body relax into his hand. He checked the bag. There was only ¼ left of water in it. He raised it a bit higher and watched the rest of the water drain out. He grinned at her grunt.

"There now, I am going to take this out and put a plug in you to help you hold it. You will hold this for 10 minutes. I know it will be difficult for you, but do it anyway. For each minute less that you hold, you will receive 10 spankings. For each additional minute you hold it for, you will receive 5 less spankings. You will be receiving 100 spankings for leaving the house so dirty. Those will be directly on your ass. You will receive 25 spankings directly on your pussy for not keeping it neat. You will being holding now."

Devlin removed the enema tube and placed the whole thing in the sink. He picked the smaller plug up. He walked back to Adria and shoved the plug up her cute little brown hole. He loved hearing her yelp. He returned to the sink and filled it with soapy water to wash everything and prepare it for the next usage. When he finished he checked his watch. Only 2 minutes had passed. He looked over his shoulder at Adria.

Adria was quietly balancing on the tub edge. He knew from past experience that with in the next couple of minutes, she would not be able to handle it and would start wiggling. He liked watching her dance around.

He returned to the sink and opened the bottom drawer. He pulled out the lemon power. He mixed 2 tablespoons of power with 1 cup of water. He set it aside. 5 minutes had passed. He checked on Adria. To his surprise, she was still laying there quietly.

"I am impressed; you are lasting longer than you usually do."

"Thank you, Sir. I am really sorry and I want to make up for it."

"Well, this is a start. You do know that even if you are on your best behaviour, you are not going to lessen your punishment. You are still going to be punished completely. After the punishment is over, you can then make it up to me and show me exactly how sorry you are for your bad behaviour." He responded.

He stifled a laugh as he saw her shoulder droop. "Now, I don't want you to think that you shouldn't over achieve. Because if you don't excel, you will only receive more punishments." The no win situation he present would surely make her even more nervous. He wanted to take the control out of her hands as much as possible. She was too used to getting her way. It was time for her to let go of that control a bit. It made her too intense and difficult.

"You have 2 and a half minutes before your time is up." He noticed the little twitch in her hips. Sure enough, in about 30 seconds, she started to move a bit more. He saw her move her hands towards her belly to ease the cramping.

"Nah uh, you may not ease the cramping. You may request for me to rub your belly. That will cost you another 15 seconds for each time I rub you."

"No Sir, I will be fine. I can make it" she whimpered.

"We'll see."

At the 10 minute mark, Adria was dancing as if someone was tickling her. He thought for sure that she would give in and ask to be relieved. Another minute ticked by.

At 13 minutes, Adria yelped, "Please Sir, may I use the toilet?"

"Yes you may." Devlin removed her butt plug and watched Adria scurry to the toilet. He did not leave as she sat down and voided the enema noisily.

Oh how embarrassing Adria thought. With each fart and plop, she cringed. She didn't want him to see her voiding out her bowels. She didn't even want to experience it. And the smell. Yuck. Could she be even more unappealing? She quickly flushed the toilet before she was done. A well bred lady must remember her courtesy flush.

After an embarrassing two minutes which felt like ten minutes, she was done. She was not allowed to wipe. She stood up and immediately moved over to the bidet to wash off. After she was clean, she should back up.

Feeling quite subdued, she asked, "Sir, would you like to spank me here or in the bedroom?"

"Bend back over the towel. We are not done yet."

Oh no! Not another enema so soon! I can't do it she thought. She went back to the towel despondently. Not sure what would happen, she was surprised to feel the nudge of his fingers and more lube. She felt him slip one then two fingers in. He playfully thrust his fingers in and out. Once it felt comfortable to her, she started to relax and enjoy his attentions. Before she knew it, he stopped and place something else at the edge of her opening.

What could it be? The butt plug again? She remembered him throwing it into the sink, so it couldn't be that on. Oh! The bigger one. She didn't want that one in her. Sure enough, she felt it try to force its way in. She couldn't help herself. She tightened up.

"Stop it! Push out. You are taking this in, little girl" he ordered.

She tried to relax. After a few minutes, she did and she felt the widest part slip in. She protested with small noises. She felt it pull out and the slid back in. After several times, suddenly she felt it push all the way in. Her back straightened and her head came up.

"Ouch! That hurt! Ow, ow, take it out, I can't do it." She cried.

"Nonsense. You can take it."

She felt him take her hand. She looked up at him with sad eyes. She followed him out the master bath and into her bedroom. He sat on her king bed and patted his thighs. She climbed across his thighs, bracing for a spanking.

"Well, you only receive 85 spankings. You know the drill, count, thank me and ask for another."

"Yes Sir. Please spank me. I have been a naughty little girl".

"One, thank you Sir. May I please have another?" She was grateful that he was starting light. By the time she counted to 50, she was starting to loose control. He was spanking much harder and wasn't sure she could take the next 35. 

"Fifty-two, thank you Sir. May I please have another?" she stammered out.

Adria couldn't keep her still. She tried to keep her wrists clasped tightly together. Her bottom stung pretty badly. She thought for sure that her butt was fiery red. She was relieved as she hit 72 spanks. Even though she hadn't felt the butt plug delve deeper with the spanking, once in a while, Devlin did hit her just at the right angle. At that point she always let out a little squeal as the butt plug plunged in a bit before it moved back out. She was quite thankful that he was only spanking the fleshy parts of her ass.

". . 85, thank you Sir" she sighed with relief.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Your butt is a nice rosy pink. You can't even tell that I have been spanking it. The resilience of your ass is truly a wonder. I think you could easily take another 100 strokes. Shall we try it out?" Devlin asked.

"If you wish it to be Sir. I am really sore though. May we try it a bit later? I am not sure if I can continue on with out disgracing myself." That was close. Her first reaction was to shout NO! That would have immediately guaranteed a stricter sentence.

"Well, we do have a lot to do today. And who knows what other punishments you will earn. Get up and lets go survey the mess in your home."

Adria slid off his lap and stood to the side. She waited until he raised from the bed and headed out the bedroom. She followed behind him. 

"Your laundry baskets are overflowing. Seems as if you haven't washed any linens either. I would guess that you have three loads of laundry just in clothes. Another load for linens. Lastly, a load for towels, am I right?" 

Before Adria could answer, Devlin continued on.

"While the tub looked to be clean, your shower stall was filthy. Was that mildew growing along the bottom edge? You have allergies. You should never let that grow. How gross. That toilet has seen better days too. Haven't you vacuumed once since I have been gone? There is hair everywhere. Your bathroom floor is covered in hair."

Devlin flipped the light switch on. He peeked in the half bath. "Well, this definitely needs a bit of dusting. While it isn't a mess, it is not exactly presentable." He turned off the light and headed towards the living room which also served as a dining room. He side stepped the books laying about. 

"I see you have been reading again. I count a total of 11 book covers lying on the couch, coffee table and the floor. There are at least two dozen books strewn all over the room. Your dining table is covered in bills and mail. We bought you a mail organizer for a reason. You were also supposed to switch to all paperless bills. Are you still receiving paper ones? I believe we wanted to be more environmentally friendly." He scolded.

The real mess was in the kitchen. The sink overflowed with dirty dishes. Dirty pots and pans sat on the stove. Soiled napkins and more used plates hid the kitchen counter. The floor still looked quite clean, but as soon as Devlin stepped in, Adria saw him scowl. Hearing the sound of his feet sticking to the floor made her wince.

"So you spilled something clear on the floor and decided not to clean it? Are you asking for ants to come into the house?" he demanded.

"You have three hours to clean up the kitchen, bathroom and do the laundry. You do not have to wash the floor in that three hours. Your time starts now." He commanded. Devlin turned and left the kitchen with an angry look on his face.

"Sir, isn't it time for you take the butt plug out? And may I put some clothes on?" Adria ventured?

"No, clean in the nude. Three hours of punishment with the butt plug will teach you not to be such a pain in the ass. The clock is ticking." He retorted.

Adria's heart sunk. This was not going to be easy. She went to the cabinet that held all the cleaning supplies. Gingerly she bent over, conscious of the butt plug poking her uncomfortably. She pulled the bucket of cleaning supplies out. She slipped on her yellow rubber cleaning gloves. She pulled out the dishwashing detergent. She opened the dish washer and began to load all the dirty dishes. Once everything was loaded, she added the detergent. Once the dishwasher started, she headed to the laundry room. 

She started a load of dark colours first. As the machines were all running, she started to clean the half bath. She dusted it with a wet rag and cleaned the toilet. Moving on to the master bath, she was on a roll. She barely noticed the butt plug anymore. She started to feel overheated. Not wanting to waste time, she sprayed down the shower to let the cleaning solution soak in. She ran back to the laundry room to dry the first load and start the next load of delicates.

She cleaned the sink, toilet and bidet. Returning to the shower, she scrubbed it clean. She saw a flash. Turning quickly around, she saw Devlin with a camera. OH God! He was taking pictures of her cleaning the house naked!




Cleanliness



"Are you finished?" he queried?

"No Sir, I was just startled." She finished off the shower and returned to the laundry room. The first load in the dryer was still going. She took out the delicates and put them to the side to be air dried. She loaded the final load of clothes into the washer and started it up. She hung all the delicates and went back to the kitchen.

She hand washed the pots and pans. She put away spices and can goods that were left on the counter. After wiping it all down, she removed the garbage from the trash bin and replaced it with a new plastic lining. She took the full bag out to the attached garage and placed it in the bin. She came back into the house and pulled out the first load from the dryer. She first went to wash off her hands before folding the clean clothes. Once that was completed, the third load of laundry was ready for the drier. She placed those in the dryer and started up the load of towels.

Tired, she checked the clock on the wall. She was doing pretty well. She still had a little over an hour left. After she picked up her crap in the living room and put it all away, she pulled the vacuum from the closet. After vacuuming each room, she put the vacuum away. She ran back to the laundry room. The clothes were dried. She pulled those out and threw the towels in. She turned the heat on high in hopes of drying the towels faster. She began the last load of laundry for her linens.

She folded the last set of clothes. She put all the folded clothes away. All the clothes that needed to be hung were placed in her walk in closet. She checked her bedroom clock. Damn, she only had thirty minuets. She wasn't going to make it.

Adria began to rush around. She checked the towels. They were close to done. She unloaded the dishwasher and returned to the laundry room. The towels were dried. She pulled them out and threw in the linens. She folded the towels and put then away. She continued to straighten the house up in the last 20 minutes left. Finally she heard the ding of the dryer. She pulled out the linen. She took them to her bedroom, changed the sheets and took the dirty ones to the laundry room.

Exhausted, sweaty and butt a throbbing, she looked for Devlin. Devlin looked at his watch and shook his head.

"Well, you couldn't clean fast enough. You are over by fifteen minutes. That buys you another 30 spankings. First, let's get that butt plug out of you and give you the next cleansing enema. Follow me to your bedroom." He admonished.

How can this be? Adria thought for sure that she would make it. She nearly burst into tears at his words. She didn't want another enema. She didn't want more spankings. Meekly, she followed him into the master bath for her next dose of punishment.

When Adria entered into the bathroom, she was filled with dread. She desperately wanted the plug to be removed. Shuffling her feet, she hung her head down.

"Adria, come here right now, stop stalling" Devlin ordered.

Adria looked up and saw the enema all prepared. She sighed and laid over the edge of the tub again. She shut her eyes tight as she prepared herself for the next ordeal. To her surprise, her bottom was rubbed gently, then kneaded a bit deeper. She sighed in pleasure. She loved tushy rubs. 

"Adria, you know you need to keep your promises. If you can not keep a promise, you should not make one. This weekend is probably not going to be as you envisioned. You need to learn to be more responsible. Before you argue against me, I know you are going to say that you are very responsible. You work hard at work and I understand you are well respected. You need to balance your life a bit better. I want you to be able to have a nice home to come to that isn't cluttered and filthy. The way you organize and manage at work, you can also do at home." Devlin explained.

As Devlin droned on about the turn of events, Adria's body began to relax. She was starting to fall into her "sub" zone. She was half conscious as she enjoyed the massaging of her lower back. She always hurt in her back. Devlin's warm and strong hands felt so good on her. Before she knew it, the butt plug was slipped out and the enema plug slid right in.

Adria started to come out of her half conscious state as the enema nozzle end hit her little rose bud. Warm big hands stroked her legs. She didn't feel any water rush in. Instead, she felt Devlin's hands rub her left leg inch by inch starting at her butt. When he finished her left leg, he moved onto her right leg. By this time, she felt her butt hole close up enough around the nozzle. This one felt different than the first one. The first one was slim and small. This one felt a bit flared. It almost felt like a butt plug. How odd. It was nice and flexible too. She liked this one better even though it was bigger than the first nozzle.

"Up, I want you to lay on your side. I brought your side bench into the bath. Lay on your right side." He instructed.

Adria opened her eyes, looked around. How did she miss the bench? Big fluffy towels lay on top of it. She stood up, moved to the bench and laid on her right side. She was careful not to move too fast and have the enema nozzle jerk out of her. Once she laid down comfortably, she closed her eyes again.

After a few deep breaths, she felt the warm water slide into her. She could smell the lemon he added to the water. She was anticipating cramps. After a while, she started to feel the cramps.

"Shh, it's okay. Relax. I want you to hold this one for 15 minutes. Since you haven't eaten and we cleaned you out last time, you should be fine to take this one for longer."

Adria whimpered as a spasm in her belly made her drag her knees to her chest. She opened her eyes and looked into Devlin's eyes when he placed a hand on her knees. He gently pushed them back down and used his other hand to rub her belly. She liked the circular motions he made. The cramping began to ease. As the pain abated, Adria laid back down on the bench. She closed her eyes again. 

When was the last time she received an enema this way? She didn't think it ever happened this way. Of course, she only had a couple of enemas before. She never liked them. This was very different from all the others. She was actually starting to enjoying it. How could that be? 

"Well, all the water is now in you. I will start the time now. Don't let a drop spill out. I will use the smaller plug to help you hold it in."

Adria felt her butt hole widen to let the nozzle exit. She clenched her asshole tightly to prevent leakage. Not much later, she felt the nudge of the butt plug. She was afraid to relax and let the water spill out. 

"Let it in. Relax"

As Adria slowly unclenched her butt muscles, she felt the plug swiftly thrust in. She straightened and open her eyes. She took a quick few breaths to help with the jab of pain. She looked at Devlin. He was no longer scowling at her. In fact, she saw that twinkle in his eyes. Like he was enjoying her torment. Well of course he would, pervert!

"So if I last longer than 15 minutes, will you reduce my spanking?" she bargained.

"No, I do not want you to think that you can bargain out of punishments" he answered.

Sighing, she tried to think of something else other than a belly full of lemon water. She watched as Devlin moved out of her eyesight. "Where are you going?"

"No where. Just close your eyes and relax"

She felt his hands on her shoulders. He was massaging her. Oh how she loved massages. Devlin gave great massages too. He would knead her until all her knots dissipated. The touch was gentle and light at first. She figured he was warming up her muscles. Feeling her muscles loosen, her eye lids grew heavy. Before she knew it, she descending into her semi-conscious state. She felt him move her body so that she lay flat on her belly. It was not the most comfortable. Her hips lifted as he pulled her up. She felt something soft slide under her pelvis. Must be a pillow. That was her last conscious thought as she melted into his hands.

"Okay, sleepy head, wake up. Time to void the enema." 

Snort. Huh? Ugh, her belly felt as if it were going to burst. The enema! What time was it? She really had to pee badly now.

"You lasted 25 minutes. Get up and go void out the enema" Devlin repeated.

Adria couldn't believe it. 25 minutes? She had never held it for that long before. She jumped up, rushed to the toilet. She sat down and tried to let go. She didn't even remember the butt plug being removed out of her ass. How did that happen? It took a few minutes for her mind to convince her ass to relax. A little stream dripped out. Then like a waterfall, the water gushed out. She felt some poop particles exit with the mix. Eww, how gross she thought. She felt her face flame up as she looked up at Devlin.

He was smirking. It looked like he enjoyed her embarrassment. Praying that it would be over quick, Adria looked away. When she finished and the last noisy fart left her ass, she cleaned up. She used the bidet again.

"Now that you are done, your colon should be cleaner. I know that you have only received 2 enemas in a row. You will receive a last cleansing one. I will be gracious enough to give you a break. First, let's get rid of that nasty fur on your pussy. Come and lay back on the bench. I have the wax ready for you." Devlin directed.

Ooh, waxing! She loved waxing. It stung like hell, but she loved the warm wax on her body. She eagerly laid back on the bench. She spread her legs wide to provide better access. She moaned as the first hot dab of wax hit her pussy. She could feel herself creaming. Devlin slathered the wax all over her pussy. He even did her pussy lips and around her anus. As the wax cooled, Devlin played with her nipples.

Under his skillful hands, they hardened. He stopped to unzip his pants. His long hard cock sprung out. Hmm, he went commando again, Adria thought. She watched him angle the head right at her mouth. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to swirl around and around the head. She sucked hard and swallowed half his cock. She smiled as she heard his hiss of pleasure. 

"That's it baby, suck it. Suck it hard."

Encouraged, Adria performed her tongue tricks. Pleased to hear his groan, she sucked harder and licked with her tongue at the same time. She felt his hands in her hair. Her head held in place, he started to thrust and fuck her face. She took deep breaths when she could. Before she had enough, he pulled out.

"Time to pull the wax off." He whispered.

In a short of amount of time, her pussy lay bare -- clean as a pre-teen little girl. She stood up with his help. She followed him into the shower. 

"Let's get you cleaned up a bit before your next chore. And I think I want a hard fuck in a shower."

Adria stepped into the hot shower with Devlin. She squeezed a dollop of body wash on to the loofah. She used circular motions to wash Devlin's body from head to toe. She lingered on his hard cock. Since she last tasted it, it had yet to soften. She cupped his heavy balls. She marveled at the soft skin. He always kept his balls hair free. She loved the smoothness. She bent down to suck on his balls. She stopped when Devlin pulled her up. She looked up at him.

"Time to wash the rest of your filthy body." Devlin took the loofah from her and reapplied the body wash. He wasn't gentle with her. He rubbed her body hard, scrapping away a layer of skin. She was sure of it. She yelped as he brought her under the shower head and drenched her hair. He washed her hair quickly. Before she could take a breath, she was facing the shower wall. Her pussy lubricated as her stomach clenched in joy. Placing both hands against the cool tile, she spread her legs should distance apart. She jutted her ass out to tempt him. Sure enough, she felt his cock waiting at the entrance of her pussy.

"This is not for you; it is for me. You are not allow to speak. You may moan." Devlin grunted.

Adria felt her pussy lips part as he pushed into her. She held her breath until she felt him reach the hilt. She moaned, eyes rolled up in her head. Devlin slowly withdrew his full length out. Quickly, he shoved back in. Once her pussy muscles accommodated his cock, Devlin jack hammered her.

Oh, she thought. He is going too fast. He was banging against her cervix. The pain of it hurt so good. She took delight in his length and girth. She gave thanks again that he was long and thick. She was such a size snob. Devlin fit in her just right. He was a tad too big, but after several thrust, she could take him all. She felt him change his angle. Now his dick rubbed her g-spot. Her arousal increased. Her breathing started to pick up. Oh, God, she was building towards an orgasm. Sometimes a good hard fuck with no foreplay was foreplay to her, before they got down to serious fucking. She felt the plateau of pleasure. A few more hard thrusts, she would break through and hit the next slope, one step closer to that much desired orgasm.

Adria moaned and grunted under Devlin's wicked assault. YES! She hit through the first pleasure of plateau. NO!!! She felt him pull out completely. OH! She felt his hot jism hit her lower back and drip down her butt cheeks. 

"Oh GOD, FUCK! That felt good. Your tight little cunt is exactly what I needed. I have been saving myself for three weeks. We have lots of fucking to do. Or to be more exact, you are going to be fucked within an inch of your death." Devlin promised.

"Time to go out for your next chore. Time is a ticking" he said as shut the water off.

Adria stepped out and dried off. Her lower lip jutted out as she pouted. She wanted an orgasm too. She had not masturbated at all for three weeks. She was under strict orgasm denial while Devlin was out. 

"It is now close to four o'clock. You need to wash the floor in the kitchen. Before you wash the floor, we will administer your next spanking. I believe I owe you 30 for not finishing your previous task in time. I am going to use your leather bitch slapper. Bend at the waist, spread your legs. I am going to spank you here." Devlin instructed.

Adria moved away from the stall and faced the door. She bent at the waist and spread her legs wide enough to brace for the pain. Slap! The sound was much harsher then the sting. Still, it had been a while. Adria jumped a bit. She quickly moved back into position. By the time she received her twentieth spank, she was hurting. Her ass felt as if it were on fire. She didn't know if she could take much more. 

Devlin stopped the spanking. He rubbed her ass a bit. As usual, when her ass was rubbed, she sighed in pleasure. She didn't realize how tense she had become. She tried to relax into his hands. The pain dulled a bit. She felt the air move before the bitch slapper hit her. Mmrph, she grunted. Nine more left. She could endure, she thought. Finally the last one was administered. She started to stand up.

"Stop, we need to put the beads in. There are 9 beads of increasing size on this anal bead string. I am only going to insert 5 of them. The other 4 will be inserted in if you don't complete your last cleaning chore in a timely manner." He explained.

Adria felt his fingers lube up her asshole again. By now, her rim was so over stimulated that she felt a tingle up her spine. She felt the first silicon bead penetrate her sphincter. Her traitorous hole sucked it right up. Devlin pressed in the next bead which did not feel that much larger than the first. The third one definitely felt bigger. Devlin guided in the last two beads into her throbbing ass. She could feel the remaining beads brush up against her slip pussy lips. Each bead in her ass had cause her pussy to leak more juices.

"Up, let's go to the kitchen." Adria followed Devlin out the master bath again. When she entered the kitchen, she opened the pantry door to find the mop and bucket. She took both of them out and began to fill the bucket with soapy cleaning solution. 

Devlin took the mop from her. "You won't need this. Here are three rags. I expect you to be on your hands and knees. Maybe you will be able to see the spills and clean it up earlier. You have twenty five minutes to wash the floor. Every minute you exceed the designated time will earn you five floggings on your back and ass. I look forward to your flogging. Take your time" he smirked.

Adria froze. She felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She could just see in her mind how her ass would be up in the air, begging to be penetrated. Both her asshole and pussy would be up for display. Humiliated, she rapidly grabbed the bucket and rags. She rushed to the far corner, squatted down and began to clean. The cold hard floor abused her knees and shins. She kept shifting her weight until she could clean comfortably. She finally gave up and stuck to the position that felt most comfortable yet the most embarrassing. Her back arched, thighs spread in a V, Devlin had a perfect view of her stuffed ass. The anal beads hung down like a tail. Her pussy was slightly obscured by the impromptu tail which did wag enticingly as she scrubbed the floor. Some of the sticky material required elbow grease.

Adria tried to keep her ass in the air enough so that the beads didn't keep striking the floor and jam against her asshole. She was close to done. She was sweating again. She fumed since she just had her shower. As she was about done, she saw a few flashes of light. She looked over her left shoulder and blinked at the flash of light. DAMNIT! Devlin had her camera in his hands. He took a picture of her in this degrading pose! 

"Don't take my picture! I don't want anyone to see me like this!" She furiously yelled.

"Excuse me. Who do you think you are? I do not like your tone of voice, little girl. I suggest you work a little hard and concentrate on the task at hand. You are already over your time limit." He retorted. "I believe that attitude of yours just earned you an extra 10 floggings."

Damnit! She was so pissed. Her mood took another turn for the worse after the fun in the bathroom. She finished off the last patch of the floor. She dumped the dirty water and rinsed the bucket. She threw the rags into laundry room, left the bucket out to dry. She checked the clock. Damnit. She was over by 7 minutes. That was 35 floggings. Plus the additional 10, that would be 45! Her eyes started to tear up. She didn't want to be whipped like a dog. And with the stupid beads hanging out of her ass, she felt like a dog. Probably smelled like one now too. 

"Quit sulking. Get your ass over here. I want you to lean on the dining table. Do I have to tie you down? Come get your whipping. I will give you the option for less whipping. For each additional bead I insert into you, I will take off 3 flogs. If you take the rest of the beads, you will have 12 less. That will only be 33." He offered.

Resigned, Adria nodded in agreement. She walked over to the dining table and prepared herself for the next ordeal. She saw the nasty flogger with all the tails in his left hand. She knew what was coming. Fearing the pain, her pussy dried up fast. She closed her eyes and her tears slipped over.

Devlin reach over and stroked her. He started at her shoulders and dragged the soft suede tails down her back and over her bubble butt. He then started from her butt and dragged it back up to her shoulder. He did this several times until Adria calmed down. She saw the flogger lay down next to her on the table.

Devlin ran his hands up and down her back. He gave her a light massage to ease her into her punishment. After several minutes, he stopped and picked up the flogger. The first hit wasn't bad at all. It was more like a soft kiss of leather. The next few felt like caresses. Adria relaxed and her rebellious pussy began to pulse with excitement. What was wrong with her? A person should NOT be turned on from a whipping. After eleven whips, the flogger set down on the table again. Adria felt Devlin rubbing her ass again. He played with it, squishing it together, then pulling the cheeks apart. Then he forced one bead in. After some more ass play, he inserted two more. Adria felt overstuffed. Is this how a turkey feels at thanksgiving? Not sure she could take anymore, she tightened her sphincter. Bad idea. That cause a shooting pain in her ass. She gasped and tensed up. No longer feeling good, she squirmed in pain and tried to think of something else. She started to panic and hyperventilate. 




Cleanliness



"Shhh, stop fighting it. Relax. Breath in slowly. One deep breath at a time. Now let it out. That's it. That's my good girl. Follow my breathing." Devlin coaxed. His hands felt like magic on her skin. They were all over her, rubbing, caressing, stroking. She slowly relaxed. 

Devlin picked up the flogger and administered another eleven strokes. He slowly built them up in intensity. He spaced them out. He let her recover from each stroke before he applied the next. The flogging confused her. It felt quite sensual, not so cruel. Her body was in conflict. Her pussy was dripping. She could feel the leakage slide down her thighs. Her skin felt hot and sensitive to even a breath blown on it.

"I do not believe you are ready for the last bead. I am going to give you 3 extra strokes back. You have 14 left. Not a peep." He warned.

Adria had retreated into her sub space. She murmured her consent. She felt the next few lashes. They started out light again and built up quickly. Before she knew it, he finished the last few strokes hard and fast. Her body didn't catch up until her back blossomed into a flower of pain. Her eyes rolled up in her head with her eyes closed tight. Oh God. She was depraved. She enjoyed even that last bit. 

"Well done, my pet. Now turn around on your knees. I want you to suck me." Devlin decreed.

Adria slid off the table and flowed into the kneeling position. She tilted her head up and took his cock into her mouth. Devlin groan in pleasure. His hands entwined into her long black hair. Encouraged, Adria continued to suck him off in a steady pace. She alternated the pace and the stroking with her tongue. She felt his dick harden and thicken. He was close to cumming. Sure enough, he pulled out and spewed his cum all over her face. 

Ugh, she hated that. He knew she didn't like it. Before she could move to clean it off, Devlin grabbed the camera and took several pictures. "Smile" he ordered. Adria tried, but it was halfhearted. 

"That was a much needed relief too. Let's get you cleaned up and finish with your last mint enema. I am now ready to fuck that delectable little asshole of yours for a long time. Those two quick orgasms gave me the staying power I need to make sure your asshole will be sore. Are you ready for me?" He mocked.

Adria tilted her head to the left. "Yes Master, I am ready" she answered resignedly.

Adria stood up and followed Devlin back into her master bath for her last enema. Or at least the last enema of the day. Who knew what tomorrow would bring?

After the third and final enema, Adria felt drained. The house was clean; she was clean. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and take a long nap.

"Adria, pay attention!" Devlin snapped.

Adria looked up at Devlin.

"Follow me into the kitchen. I am going to give you your dinner before I put you to bed. Then I am going to go out." Devlin explained.

Go out! Where the hell did he think he was going? He just returned from his long business trip. Adria stumbled out behind Devlin. She followed him out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She saw a simply made Caesar salad at the kitchen table. Devlin held out the chair for her to sit down. She walked to the table, sat in the chair as Devlin help slide the chair under the table.

Adria placed the napkin on her naked thighs. She picked up the fork and knife and started to eat the meal as instructed. She glanced up at the clock and noticed that it was already 6PM. Her plans for a romantic dinner were completely destroyed. Her eyes started to well up. Only half way through the meal, her first tear drop rolled down her left check. She ate in silence as tear after tear slid down and dripped onto her napkin.

"Shhh, baby, it's all okay" Devlin whispered into her left ear. His hands massaged her shoulders a bit. She felt them slide down her chest and grasp her breast. She tilted her head to the right and turn her head back to gaze into his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I promise to do better next time. Don't leave me. I don't want you to go." She cried.

Devlin covered her protest with his mouth. He kissed her gently and used his tongue to pry her mouth open. She let him slip his tongue in and moaned. The fork and knife clattered on the table, dropping from her hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. She kissed him harder.

Devlin lifted her up out of the chair to carry her in his arms. Adria cuddled against his chest and cried softly against it. She clung to him tightly, afraid that he would drop her. She looked up when he stopped. She saw her bed. Devlin eased her onto the bed and forced her arms to unclasp from behind his neck.

"Baby, you know that you earned these punishments. We discussed methods to help you be the better person you want to be. If you want to stop now, we can. If you think you can continue, then let me help you. I will love you no matter what choice you make. I believe you will be able to finish what you started. And I have confidence that you will end up enjoying it. I am going to let you lay here a bit to think about it. I will be back." Devlin softly reasoned.

Adria watched as Devlin walked to her bathroom. She heard the water running. She saw him come back with a wet wash cloth in hand. 

"Here baby, I am going to put the cold wash cloth on your eyes. I don't want them to swell. I know how you don't like that feeling of swollenness. Close your eyes and rest a bit. Then we will talk."

Adria closed her eyes and let Devlin put the cold rag on over her eyes. She took a deep breath, held it for a count of ten, and then let it out. What should she do? True, she did want to change and she wasn't sure how she was going to accomplish it. The two of them did create the consequences for her actions. She even suggested many of the hard punishments. They sounded like so much fun before. She just didn't realize they would be quite that painful to follow through. If she said yes to the rest of the punishment, tomorrow would be difficult. She didn't have the entire picture, but she knew that humiliation was going to be the main theme. She was afraid that Devlin would be disgusted with her. She didn't feel sexy or lovable at all. 

Before she knew it, time was up. She heard Devlin's footsteps before she felt the compress removed from her eyes. She opened them and stared into his deep blue eyes. "Devlin, I want to continue. I am afraid."

"Baby, what are you afraid of? That you will be hurt? That I will physically hurt you in a permanent way? You know I wouldn't do that. We are very careful." He clarified.

"That isn't it. I am afraid that you won't love me anymore. Do you find me disgusting? Will the next step make you leave me?" Adria cried.

"Honey, don't think like that." Devlin sat on the bed and gathered Adria into a tight embrace. "I love you no matter what. This doesn't make me value you less, respect you less. Our next step isn't going to do that either. Feel how hard I am for you." Devlin pressed his erection against her right side.

"How about this, let's take a little break. I want to make to love to you. I will let you sleep and tomorrow morning, you can decide what you want to do." Devlin offered.

Adria nodded and hugged Devlin. "Now Sweetheart, don't think you can get out of punishment with tears. Remember, this will set precedence with future scenarios. If you decide we need to stop, you have to use your safe word." Devlin reminded.

"Yes, love. I remember. Thank you for giving me a breather" Adria replied.

Adria laid back in the bed as Devlin slowly removed his clothes. He removed his cuff links and dropped them into the ceramic bowl on the night stand. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed the shirt to the side, pulled the t-shirt underneath the shirt over his head and off his body. He unbuckled his belt. He used his right hand and removed the belt in one smooth fluid motion. The belt followed his growing pile of clothes. The pants came next. Since he had already removed his socks at one point, he only need to remove his boxers. Once naked, he climbed into the bed with Adria.

He spent several minutes running his hands all over Adria smooth soft skin. He showered her neck with kisses. Stretching his entire body over hers, he leaned on his elbows. Adria looked up and whispered, "I adore you."

She watched as Devlin closed his eyes and collapsed completely on her. She felt his hard thick cock demanding for entrance into her pussy. She let her legs relax to allow a bit of entry. Devlin took advantage of the opening to position the head of his cock right at her pussy lips. He rubbed back and forth a bit to coat his cock. Adria squirmed underneath him. She smiled as she enjoyed the sudden feeling of helplessness. She couldn't move out from under him. She stuck her tongue out and lightly ran it from his right shoulder up his neck and to just under his jaw line.

Devlin groaned and thrust into her. He only made it half way in on first thrust. Adria sucked in a quick breath as her head fell backwards. She closed her eyes and arched her pelvis up. Devlin pulled out a bit and thrust completely in. 

"Oh god. You are too big. You aren't fitting in!" Adria complained. The pain of the sudden thrust felt so good. She loved the too tight feeling. She could tell that Devlin did not fit all of himself in yet. He hadn't hit her cervix yet. She relaxed her hips down to the bed and then thrust back up towards him. She heard Devlin slowly suck in his air through clenched teeth. The tightening in her belly started to intensify. As Devlin stroked in and out, Adria felt the waves of pleasure roll out to her extremities. Her clit started to throb hard. She felt herself rising up towards the first plateau of pleasure. Her nipples hardened while the areolas puckered up in delight. 

Adria moaned as she felt teeth graze her right nipple. As the lips clamped down hard on the nipple, she felt Devlin's tongue licking quickly. The left nipple was not left alone. Devlin's right hand pinched and rolled the nipple between the index finger and thumb. She rose past the first plateau when teeth bit down on her right nipple and her left nipple was pulled up vigorously.

Adria felt her pussy lubricated more as she became more excited. Her pussy loosed up enough for Devlin to begin pumping into her harder and nailing her cervix. The pleasure derived from the painful battering for her cervix caused her to start breathing erratically. Devlin showed no mercy as he pounded her furiously. Adria met each thrust in with a push of her hips smacking his hips. As Devlin exited out, she squeezed her cunt to make a tighter seal. She smiled as she heard Devlin's moan of pleasure. 

Devlin used his free left hand to grab both of Adria's wrists and hold them down high above her head. The sudden lost of mobility was too much for her. It kicked her right over the cliff. Adria screamed as her body seized up. Her arms and legs flailed against Devlin as shockwaves of pleasure roared through her. As her body exploding, her pussy quivered and uncontrollably convulsed around his dick. Adria head rolled to the side, lips slightly opened in delight. Devlin had already pulled out of her as she let herself be flipped over onto her stomach.

Pillows were placed under her hips as she was made to elevate her hips and rest on her knees and elbows. Her face fell into the mattress as her arms were pulled behind her. Her wrists crossed as Devlin tightly bound her down. She felt his cock positioned right at her cunt. After an orgasm, she was too sensitive. She didn't want him to enter in again, yet she relented.

Devlin plunged in to the hilt. She felt his balls slap hard against her clit. Hmm she thought. His balls were still hanging low. This meant that he wasn't ready to cum yet. Adria enjoyed the rough ride as his little pony. She started to climb back up towards an orgasm. She lost track of time as she grunted, sweat and moaned into the mattress. She tried to pull her hands free so that she could have more leverage. Instead, she was held down tight and could only flip her head from right to left. Her weight was distributed between her knees and her shoulders. She suddenly notice a lack of attention to her clit. His balls were no longer hanging down. If they had risen up into his body, then he was close to cumming. As Adria tried to flip her head back to the right, she couldn't due to the hand hold her head in place via her hair. Devlin's free hand was now keeping her from moving at all. This of course only made her hotter and closer to her next orgasm.

Adria closed her eyes in anticipation for the next orgasm. She protested as her pussy was bereft of his throbbing penis. "Oh my god, not there!" Adria screamed. Orgasm denied, pain burst through her as Devlin's dick shoved into her ass. 

"Oh yes, here I cum!" Devlin shouted. He pumped in and out slowly to intensify and drag out the pleasurable sensation. Adria tried to hold still as Devlin pummeled her much abused asshole. She felt the hot cum shoot in as Devlin yelled. "Oh baby, that's it. Take Daddy's cum. Be the good little girl and take your medicine." He let go over her hair and slapped her right ass check several times as he finished cumming in her ass.

"Who's your Daddy, Baby? Remember that for tomorrow." Devlin hinted.



Cleanliness is Next To...



God how I hated these annual meetings in Chicago. An entire week of seminars and workshops just to tell us that if we increased production we could increase profits. What a waste of resources, to drag me halfway across the country with Jen back in Connecticut, God I missed her.

I looked at my watch, 2 o'clock, I was never going to make my flight I thought, and my attitude worsened as I thought about how much I missed Jen. I hadn't seen her since Sunday night, and barely had time to talk to her or email her with the damn schedule they had us on out here. The speaker droned on about profits, losses, sales and some other bullshit, and the clock seemed to just hang in limbo, I thought to myself that I wished someone would just kill me.

He was winding down and the group offered a smattering of applause, more for just finishing than anything else. CEO Parks closed the meeting, and we all stood around lying to each other that we would call, fax, or have lunch or some other bullshit about some project that we all knew we would never even start. Christ I hate these things I thought to myself, as I shook everyone's hand about 10 times and grabbing my black leather briefcase I headed out of the meeting room and across the lobby to the hotel desk.

I had checked out earlier in the day, and asked the concierge to send up my bag, and get me a cab to the airport. In a few moments a bellboy appeared with my bag, and followed me to the curb, where the doorman had the back door of a cab opened for me. The cabby took the bag to the trunk and I handed the bellboy and doorman a couple of bucks each and climbed in to the back seat of the cab. The cabby got in and in some mideastern accent so thick I could hardly understand him said "O'Hare?" "What airline?"

"Continental" I replied curtly, "and try to make I quick, I have a 3 o'clock flight."

I sat back in the cab as he pulled away from the curb and into the late Friday afternoon traffic. I cursed under my breath, as I could tell by the way we were moving that I would never make my flight. My mind began to drift to Jennifer. I smiled and closed my eyes, and I could see her with that floral print sun dress, smiling and offering me a cold drink. The low cut of the dress gave a nice view of her firm round breasts and cleavage. I could feel my love starved cock stir in my boxers, and I smiled, God how I missed her.

I must have dozed off, cause the next thing I knew we were pulling up in front of the Continental terminal. I looked at my watch, 3:15, "fuck!" I muttered, I had missed my flight. I handed the cabby $30 and told him to "keep the change." He said something that I couldn't understand, and headed off to the pickup area, as I headed into the terminal to exchange my ticket.

The terminal was full of people coming and going to and from God only knows where. I really didn't need all of this aggravation I told myself as I muscled my way through the throngs of people to the ticket counter. Behind the counter there stood a young woman dressed in the official dark gray and light blue of Continental Airlines. She greeted me with a smile, and I handed her my ticket, explaining that I had missed my flight, and how soon could she get me out to Kennedy. She typed on the keyboard for a few seconds, and said "our next flight is at 4:35 and will get you there at 7:38 New York time. Christ I thought, I will never get to Jen's. I handed her my credit card and after some more typing, she handed me a boarding pass.

I checked my bag, and as she bent to place it on the carrier behind her I noticed how attractive she was in her uniform, and made a note not to be so wrapped up in myself that I stop noticing things around me. I headed down to the gate, and taking a seat to wait for my flight, I let my mind wander to thoughts of Jen in that sun dress, and how sexy she looked with her hair falling about her shoulders, and her sweet smile.

God I missed her. If I didn't get to hold her soon, I might explode. I could feel my cock growing in my shorts as I thought about how it would feel to make love to her tonight.

The plane landed on time, but by time I got my bag, and shuttled to my Z3 it was after 8 o'clock. First thing I did was turn on the car phone, and speed dial #1 for Jen's condo. The phone rang a couple of times and the machine picked up. Her voice even sounded sexy on the answering machine. As her message went on I wondered where she might be, she knew I was coming home tonight, then I figured that she probably stopped after work with her friends for a drink. The beep sounded for me and I stuttered (I always do on these machines.) "be there in about an hour, let's order some chinese, and spend a nice weekend in bed."

I hung up the phone, and headed up I95 toward Connecticut. I was cruising along, and my thoughts started to wonder to Jennifer, and how I was going to kiss every part of her body when I saw her. I must not have been paying attention to my driving, because the next thing I know the guy in the lane next to me is honking his horn and yelling "watch where the fuck you are going!" I raised my hand in the international sign of "sorry, I'm an asshole," and swung the car back into my own lane.

It was about 9:15 when I pulled up in front of Jen's condo, I noticed the lights were on, and that her car was there. I hoped she had gotten my message. I cursed as I fumbled with the key in the front door, I couldn't wait to see her. Finally the door opened and I stepped inside.



Cleanliness Is Next to Sexiness



Dedicated to Michelle's cousin. Thanks for the title!

"I always knew that men were slobs, but you get the blue ribbon, Mike."

I looked over at my Aunt Diane as she surveyed my living room Beside her, my Uncle Frank was quietly laughing. He rolled his eyes and turned away from his wife as she lectured me.

"I'm not a slob. My place just has that lived-in look," I countered.

"Yeah -- lived-in by a pig," she retorted.

I laughed. I also begrudgingly admitted to myself that my aunt was right, but I did not care. I lived alone, like I had done since graduating from university, and saw no reason to change in order to meet someone else's standards. Besides, the adage about not being able to teach an old dog new tricks applied to me. At thirty-seven I was not going to change, nor did I want to.

My aunt walked the perimeter of the room, like a drill sergeant inspecting a soldiers' barracks. Her mouth was twisted in a distasteful sneer as she looked at an empty pizza box on the coffee table and several empty beer cans beside it.

"Don't even get me started on your bathroom, Mike. When I went up to use it earlier I had to hover over the seat. And don't you ever scrub your tub?"

My uncle had folded his arms and stepped back from his wife, obviously not wanting to get involved with her critique of my house. But there was still a smirk on his face.

Uncle Frank was my dad's younger brother. He and my aunt had been married going on twenty-five years. They had two daughters: Jennifer, who was just past twenty-two, and Michelle, who would be turning nineteen in three months. Both daughters still lived at home with their parents. Michelle had just completed her first year of college and had returned home just a couple of weeks previously.

"You need a maid, Mike," my aunt suggested.

"I'm doing just fine without one," I told her.

My aunt let out a frustrated sigh. She seemed almost angry at me for not being a good housekeeper. After several seconds of silence, while I waited for her to begin her criticism again, her green eyes widened and she smiled.

"I have an idea," she said. "How about you get Michelle to come in once a week to clean and --"

"No, I don't need that, Aunt Diane," I interrupted.

"Hear me out," she snapped, holding up a hand "You can get Michelle to come in once a week to clean and tidy the place up for you. It will benefit both of you because she hasn't found a summer job yet and could use some spending money. She won't want much for cleaning up and you won't have to lift a finger -- not that you do anyway, but at least your house will be clean. If you ever brought a women back here, she'd turn and run as soon as she got as far as the kitchen."

I sighed, knowing my aunt was right. It had been a while since I had dated, but I was well aware of women's standards for cleanliness. Having a clean house to bring someone back to would be good. Plus having someone else do the cleaning would be an added bonus.

"Okay. Tell her the job is her's if she's interested, but don't force her into it, okay?"

"I won't have to," my aunt assured me. "She'll be glad for the work."

My aunt disappeared into my kitchen. I heard her opening and closing cupboards. A few minutes later she returned and handed me a slip of paper.

"Here's a list of cleaning supplies you'll need. You can find them at the grocery store."

"I know where to find them," I said, sounding indignant.

"You'd never know it by the looks of this place," she retorted.

My uncle's laughed, then tightened his jaw.

"When do you want me to tell Michelle to come over?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. "Saturday would be great, if she's not busy. I'll be at work the rest of the week."

"Fine. I'll tell her."

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That Friday evening after I ate I went to the grocery store, my aunt's shopping list in hand. I had not realized that my supply of cleaning products was so low, but judging from the list I needed everything from a new mop to disposable towels for wiping counters. One by one I tossed the items in my shopping cart, then added a six-pack of beer for myself.

Once I had accepted it, the thought of my cousin coming over to clean my house seemed like a good idea. Michelle and I were not especially close due to our age differences -- we only saw one another at weddings and the occasional family barbeque during the summer -- but I liked her and we always got along well. The arrangement seemed mutually beneficial and I was glad that I had taken my aunt up on her offer.

That Saturday I slept late, like I did every weekend. I was just finishing my breakfast when I heard a knock at the door. It was not quite ten-thirty. I looked up and saw Michelle peering through the window of the door. I jumped up to let her in.

"Hi, I hope I'm not too early," Michelle said. "Mom told me you'd probably be sleeping-in since it's the weekend."

I nodded, giving my cousin a grin. "Yeah, I only got up less than an hour ago," I said.

"Well, I won't get in your way. Just show me where the cleaning stuff is. Mom said she gave you a list." She laughed, as though she understood how thorough her mother could be.

"It's over here. I hope I got everything." I gestured towards the counter where I had placed the things I had purchased. In a corner was a brand new mop and pail.

"Geez, did she make you get enough stuff, or what?" My cousin shook her head and laughed.

Michelle was wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt with a zipper running down the middle. It was zipped half-way up. Her honey-blond hair hung down over her shoulder blades and chest. It looked shiny, as though she had just washed it. I was sure I could even detect the faint scent of hair conditioner. In the deep V of her open sweatshirt I noticed a bright blue t-shirt. It matched her piercing sapphire eyes. It had a scoop neck, leaving the edges of her collar bones and upper chest bare. I followed her golden tresses down from her shoulders to the hint of cleavage showing just above the neckline of her t-shirt. Beneath that, her conical breasts pushed out at the fabric. They were pert, maybe slightly more than good handfuls, and looked firm enough to crack an egg on. She looked so pretty even how she carried her five-foot seven body was graceful and seductive.

My cock began to stiffen, so I turned away from my cousin and sat back down. It had been the better part of a year since I had been around Michelle and did not recall her looking so pretty, or having such a nice body the last time I saw her when her parents hosted a barbeque. Perhaps she had filled-out while at college, or maybe I had just not taken notice of how sexy she was until that morning. Whatever the reason, I certainly found myself attracted to her then.

"So, where do you want me to start?" Her azure eyes sparkled as they met mine.

"Uh... it doesn't matter. Wherever you want to," I said.

"Okay. I'll start upstairs and work my way down."

Michelle unzipped her sweatshirt the rest of the way and shrugged it off. Her breasts strained her thin t-shirt as she pulled her arms from the sleeves of the sweatshirt, making them seem slightly larger than I had surmised earlier. I watched her from the corner of my eye. When she turned to hang her sweatshirt up on a coat tree by the door my eyes moved over her firm ass and slender hips. The blue denim of her jeans hugged the subtle curves of her firm body. I felt lecherous as I leered at my cousin, but she was the most lovely young woman I had seen in many months. Despite not dating, I certainly observed women, but had seen few who were as stunning as Michelle.

My cousin disappeared upstairs and I finished my breakfast, mentally scolding myself for lusting for someone who was not only half my age, but a family member. I opened the morning paper and began reading it, trying to push lewd thoughts about Michelle from my mind. Upstairs, I could hear water running and the sounds of my cousin cleaning. I made coffee and stood by the back door, looking out at the yard. A breeze was blowing and it was already hot. It was going to be a beautiful day.

I was drinking my second mug of coffee and reading the sports page of the paper when Michelle returned. I never heard her when she entered the kitchen and jumped when I heard her drop the pail on the floor. I turned around in my chair towards her. She was laughing.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she said, still smiling.

"It's okay. I guess my hearing is going," I said. "Wait till you get to be my age -- you'll see."

"How old are you, Mike?" she asked, knitting her brow, as if she was trying to remember.

"Thirty-seven," I told her.

"That's not old... geez. Old is when you get to be my grandparents' age."

My cousin's remark surprised me somewhat because when I was a teenager anyone who was over thirty was considered old and not to be trusted -- or so said Jerry Rubin. I smiled at her, forcing myself to hold my gaze on her shimmering eyes and pouty lips, rather than the firm mounds filling out her t-shirt.

"I'm going to start in on the living room next. Oh -- I tidied-up your room some. I wasn't sure if that was okay or not. I hope you don't mind."

I winced a bit at the thought of my cousin seeing the state of my bedroom. Generally the house was messy enough, but my bedroom floor was littered with clothes I was planning to wash that afternoon, including my underwear. My computer was also in there, but it was turned off and I trusted her to respect my privacy and not turn it on and stumble upon my cache of porn and private Bookmarks on my browser.

"Ah... you can skip the bedroom, Michelle. That's okay. Thanks anyway," I said, trying not to sound ungrateful or displeased.

Michelle gave me a shrewd look, then smirked. "Why -- because you left your underwear on the floor? Don't be embarrassed, Mike. You should see my room; it's a mess too. I leave my bras and panties on the floor, so don't feel bad. I'm a slob too; it must run in the family. I put the clothes that were on the floor in the hamper in the bathroom -- that's all. But if you don't want me in there, I won't go in from now on."

A mixture of emotions flooded through me. I was definitely uncomfortable about my cousin finding my underwear on the floor and made a mental note to remember to pick them up before she came over next time. But what was like a bolt of electricity that went straight to my cock was her unreserved mention of her bras and panties.

"No... it's okay. I'll just pick up a few clothes next Friday night," I told her.

Michelle giggled. "Okay, I'm going to go tackle the living room next."

I watched, captivated by the movements of her hips and firm, round ass as my cousin walked away. My cock swelled and hardened once more as as I imagined giving her backside a squeeze and a quick smack. I sighed as I folded the newspaper and placed it on the counter. I poured myself another mug of coffee and looked out at the yard again, lost in thought. I wanted to go in to the living room to talk to Michelle and spend some time with her, but I did not want to bother her while she was working. Also, I did not trust myself not to leer, and I especially did not want her to even suspect that I was harbouring indecent thoughts about her.

I soon realized that having Michelle around on a weekly basis was going to be a mixed blessing. I would have a clean and tidy house, but her presence was going to be a source of constant torment. I would have to do my utmost to not allow myself to let my eyes wander over her. Let alone do or say anything inappropriate. I genuinely liked Michelle, in addition to my new-found lust for her, and did not want us to become estranged due to my goatish behaviour. What's more, my Uncle Frank would beat me within an inch of my life if he ever found out that I harboured incestuous thoughts for his daughter. There was too much at stake here for me to not restrain my libido.

About fifteen minutes later Michelle returned to the kitchen with a partially full garbage bag and placed it on the porch. She filled the pail with hot water and poured some cleanser in it then began mopping the floor.

"I'll get out of your way," I said, although I was quite happy where I was.

"No, you don't have to go. You're not in my way." My cousin looked up at me and smiled.

I stood in a corner of the kitchen, watching Michelle. Her silky, golden hair dangled and swayed as she worked the mop over the floor. As I was noticing how her hair shimmered as the sunlight streaming through the window hit it I discovered that I could see down her t-shirt as she leaned over. Her firm breasts shook noticeably within the pale blue bra she wore. They were firm and separated by deep cleavage, emphasized by her snug bra. I tore my eyes away, fearing she might look up at any moment.

"Thanks for giving me some work, Mike. I haven't been able to find a job yet since I got home." Michelle leaned on the mop and smiled at me. Her nipples had stiffened, probably from rubbing against her bra as she mopped.

"No problem. You're welcome," I said. "I really needed some help keeping this place clean, so it works out well for both of us."

"Yeah... just make sure you keep messing it up so I have a job," she joked.

"Well, I'm good at that."

By the time Michelle finished cleaning she looked tired. Her face was flushed and I noticed a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. She sat down at the kitchen table, leaning back in a chair.

"Would you like something to drink? I've got juice and pop in the fridge," I told her.

"Water is fine," she said.

Michelle got up and poured herself a glass of water, then went to the fridge to get some ice cubes. She stood beside the sink, gulping it down.

"That was good," she gasped after she emptied the glass.

I took my wallet out and paid Michelle. She stared at the money, almost in disbelief. 

"No... Mike, this is too much," she said, her wide, blue eyes meeting mine.

"No, it's not. The place was filthy and you worked your butt off. Next time take your time; you don't have to work so fast," I told her.

"I don't mind working my butt off. I could stand to lose some of it." She turned and thrust her rear-end towards me, emphasizing her point, then giggled.

I stared at my cousin's round ass, running my eyes over it's curves, thinking it looked perfect just as it was. Seconds later, when she turned around, I was still looking down with a slack-jaw. Michelle was watching me. I felt my cheeks flush and she laughed, seeming amused by the stupefied look on my face.

"Is there anything else you want done before I go?" she asked.

A dozen lewd answers crossed my mind but I shook my head. "No, thanks. What you've done was perfect. Next time won't be so bad since you've caught upon the mess. This was the hardest it will be." I assured her.

Michelle was zipping up her sweatshirt. She turned towards me and smiled. "Yeah... the first time is always the hardest, isn't it?"

Before I could restrain myself I let out a faint laugh at her double entendre. I nodded. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" I asked.

"No, thanks," she said with a shake of her head. "A friend of mine lives a couple of blocks away, so I'm going to her place. I haven't seen her since I got back from school."

Michelle took her cell phone from the pocket of her sweatshirt and called her friend. I tried to pretend I wasn't listening to the conversation.

"Traci is home, so I'm going over there. Bye for now, Mike," she said.

"Okay. Well, thanks again, Michelle."

"Thank-you. I'll see you next Saturday."

After Michelle left I wandered through the house. Not to inspect her work, but to marvel at how clean it was. It had not looked like that since the week I moved in. I ended up in my bedroom, still very horny. I slid my jeans and underwear down and laid on my bed. My cock rose towards the ceiling and I began to stroke it, thinking about my beautiful cousin.

###

Throughout the next week my thoughts were often preoccupied by Michelle. I could not get her out of my head. It seemed as though my yearning for her grew, if that was possible. Fantasies of her filled my mind nightly as I lay in bed masturbating. I could not wait for Saturday to arrive.

That Saturday morning I woke earlier than usual for a weekend morning. I was on the same schedule as I was during the week when I had to get up for work at the computer store. It was not as though I had to force myself to get up either. Anticipation of Michelle coming over would not let me sleep. I was like a kid on Christmas morning. After having a quick shower I made breakfast.

I was still reading the morning paper when I heard a rapping at the door. I looked up and saw Michelle's smiling face. The door was unlocked so she let herself in.

"Hi, Mike. How was your week?" she asked in a cheery voice.

"Okay, same 'ol same 'ol," I said.

"I've got good news: I found a job!" she said in an excited voice.

My cousin's news filled me with mixed emotions. I was happy for her, but feared that it meant that she could no longer clean my house. I smiled, trying to appear happier than I was. "That's great. Congratulations! So I guess I'll have to start looking for someone else to clean for me."

"Oh, no," she said with a shake of her head. "It's only a part-time job -- just twenty hours a week. Remember me mentioning my friend who lives around here? Well, her mom owns a flower shop and she needs someone to come in on mornings, so they hired me. But I'll still be coming over here on Saturdays. I'm not going to miss out on spending time with my favourite cousin."

I was relieved by her news and very pleased by her remark about me. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. This place would look like a sty again in no time if it weren't for you."

Michelle laughed as she unzipped her sweatshirt. From the corner of my eye I watched as she pulled it from her slender frame. Her hair was in a ponytail, which emphasized her pretty face. I noticed that she was wearing a hint of black eye liner and what seemed to be lip gloss. She had not worn any makeup the previous week; I would have surely noticed. She looked even prettier than the last time I saw her.

"So, do you want me to do basically the same as I did last week?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes, please. But it's not as messy this time."

Michelle laughed. She was wearing a red tank top and denim shorts. Her top was much looser than the t-shirt she had on the week before, but it still did not completely conceal the outline of her breasts. I gave them a quick glance as she hung up her sweatshirt

"Okay, I'm going to start upstairs like I did last time. Do you want me to skip your room?"

I gave my cousin a nervous glance. "I think you can. I already picked up a few things in there this morning," I said.

"Like your underwear on the floor?" She gave me a sly grin.

I nodded and smirked, running my eyes over her bare legs.

"Well, I'll still sweep the floor, if that's okay with you."

"That would be great. Thanks."

As my cousin turned and walked away I followed her with my eyes. The denim of her shorts hugged her firm ass, accentuating it's curves. Her lean legs were well-toned and smooth as glass. Already I was fighting-off an erection.

It took Michelle less time to clean the upstairs than it had the week before. When she returned to the kitchen I was on my second mug of coffee and half-way through reading the paper. This time I heard her descending the stairs and was not startled when she joined me in the kitchen.

"I've finished upstairs. It hardly took any time. Did you clean the bathroom before I came?"

"No," I spat out. "I don't know how to clean -- but you already know that."

Michelle laughed. "Okay, I'll vacuum the hall and the living room next," she said.

"There's no rush, unless there's some place you have to be," I told her.




Cleanliness Is Next to Sexiness



"No, I don't have any plans for today. Traci's away for the weekend at some sort if Bible camp." Michelle rolled her blue eyes and shook her head.

"Have a seat and take a rest if you want. Do you want something to drink? Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge when you're here," I told her.

"Thanks. A glass of water would be nice. I never drink pop or juice; there's too much sugar in them. It will make me fat."

I laughed at my cousin's comment. She looked like she was barely a hundred pounds. I could not imagine her ever being fat.

"What's so funny?" Michelle was standing at the fridge, dropping ice cubes in her tumbler of water.

"The thought of you ever being fat," I told her.

Michelle sat down on a chair to my right. She crossed her well-toned legs and took a sip of water, then looked up at me. She frowned.

"Don't laugh. I put on fifteen pounds at college because I was eating too much junk food." She took a gulp of water.

"It looks like you took it off." As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted making the comment. I worried that my cousin might take offense to my compliment and find me noticing her physique inappropriate. I blushed.

Michelle smiled and straightened-up in her chair. She rested the glass of water on the table, still holding it in her hand. "I lost most of it, but some went to my boobs, so I don't mind that." She smirked, watching for my reaction.

I felt my eyes moving down, but forced them to remain on her piercing eyes. "Oh..." was all I dared say.

"Yeah... Traci wanted to know if I'd gotten implants," she said, then giggled. "It's weird, a few years ago I was a skinny kid. I've gone up a full cup size in the past year. I guess I'm going to be built like mom. She's big up top."

I said nothing, but felt a smile creeping across my face. I tightened my mouth.

"What?" she exclaimed with a wide smile.

"Nothing." I spat out.

"That look on your face doesn't mean nothing. What were you going to say, Mike?" Michelle leaned forward, resting her right elbow on the table.

"I... I don't know... I never noticed how your mom looks, not like that," I stammered.

"Yeah... right -- bullshit. You're not blind." The corner of her mouth turned up into a wily grin that was very sexy.

"But she's my aunt," I protested.

"So? She's only your aunt by marriage, not blood. But even if she was, what's the harm in thinking she's good looking?" she countered.

My cousin's argument surprised me. It also encouraged me. Perhaps she would not be so adverse to me finding her attractive, I thought. Or at least that was my fervent hope.

"None, I guess," I mumbled.

"Does that mean you've checked her out then?" she prodded, locking her eyes on mine.

"A few times..." I admitted in a shy voice.

Michelle let out a chuckle of delight at having gotten me to admit to noticing her mother's bustline. I was blushing though. Still, the conversation excited me and fueled my arousal. I smiled.

"Don't worry -- it's our secret, Mike." Michelle winked at me, then took another drink of water. "Nothing you say to me will ever get back to mom or dad -- I promise."

I gave my cousin a relieved smile. "Thanks," I said.

"Okay... time for me to get back to work. That living room isn't going to clean itself."

My conversation with my cousin left me nearly stunned -- and very horny. My cock was tenting my jeans and I knew I had to calm down before she noticed. I poured another coffee. It was a beautiful day with a light breeze blowing so I went out on the back porch. I could hear the sound of the vacuum from inside as Michelle cleaned the hall and living room

About a half hour later I heard the sound of the aluminum screen door behind me opening. I turned and saw my cousin step out on to the porch. She sat down on the landing beside me. Her closeness thrilled me, but it also made me uneasy. I rested my arms over my lap, trying to cover an impending erection.

"All done?" I asked.

Michelle nodded with a satisfied smile. "Yeah. It didn't take me nearly as long this time. You know, I could probably start coming in every two weeks from now on."

My cousin's suggestion made sense to me, but it naturally meant that I would see her less often. I shook my head. "No, once a week is good. That way the mess won't accumulate too much -- unless you're busy Saturdays."

"No, it's not that. I'm glad for the work and... I like hanging out with you." Michele's eyes sparkled in the morning sun as they met mine. She seemed nervous and shy.

"Thanks. It's nice to have some company. I work all week, so not many people stop in and you're fun to be around," I told her, couching my words carefully.

"Thanks, Cuz," she said, flashing me a smile. "I always got the idea that you thought I was a brat or a pain in the ass."

"No. What makes you think that?" I asked, surprised by her assumption.

"I don't know... you never spent much time around me," she said and shrugged.

"I guess that was because of our age differences. Now that you're older we can talk about more things than when you were younger. But, to tell you the truth, I sometimes thought you felt I was a jerk. You seemed to avoid me sometimes."

Michelle tilted her head to one side, thinking. "Back then I was shy -- more than I am now, and I didn't like boys yet either, so I didn't realize how handsome you were. But I never thought you were a jerk, Mike. I always liked you. You were kind of like the big brother I never had." 

When Michelle looked back up to my face she was blushing. I think I was too. I would have never dared even dream that she would find me handsome. I smiled, overjoyed by her compliment.

"Really? Me -- handsome?"

Michelle tightened her moist lips and gave an emphatic nod. "Don't seem so surprised. Mom said you were too. It really pissed Dad off." She laughed and shook her head, making her ponytail sway back and forth.

"Well, thanks. I would have never dared admit this before, but I think you've grown into a very pretty young woman." Michelle's honesty made me lower my guard and feel as though I could divulge as much as she had to me. It also stoked my libido.

My cousin's face seemed to light up when she heard my compliment. Her full lips curled into a smile and her eyes widened and sparkled. "Thanks, Mike. I guess the implants help," she joked, taking a quick glance down to her chest.

"No... it's more than that. You're really pretty, Michelle. I love your eyes and your smile. I've never seen eyes so blue. Plus... you've got really great legs." A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. I had surprised myself with my candor. "I hope you don't mind me saying that though," I added in a timid voice.

"No, of course not. Why would I mind? Girls love compliments," she said.

"I know. It's just that since you're my cousin and only eighteen..."

Michelle's smile faded. "I'll be nineteen soon. I'm not a kid anymore, Mike. You can say whatever you want to me."

"Okay. I just wasn't sure about some things," I explained.

"Like?" she prodded.

"Like me saying you have nice legs."

Michelle stretched her legs out over the steps and looked them over, as if appraising them. "I don't mind that at all; it's flattering. But I've never thought they were nice. They're just legs. But I'm glad you like them. Thanks."

I gave my cousin a smile, feeling relieved that she was not bothered by my comment. Now I was hopeful that in time our relationship would become even more open in regards to me being frank about my feelings for her.

"I'm taller than Jennifer by about six inches, so what I didn't get in boobs I guess I got in legs," she remarked.

I nodded, too nervous to agree in words. I stole a quick look down at my cousin's chest. She noticed my eyes dart down and smiled, then arched her back. Her eyes locked on mine. She was sucking on the corner of her bottom lip. I think it was from nervousness, but it looked very sexy. I wanted to kiss her and taste her pouty, glistening lips.

"When I was younger I was so envious of Mom and Jennifer because they had big tits. I still sort of am. I bet you like Jennifer's too." Michelle's eyes narrowed momentarily as she gave me an almost accusatory look.

"Jennifer's really pretty too," I said. "But no more than you. You look great."

"Nice try, Mike, but that's not what I asked," she said.

I laughed at my cousin's tenacity. There was no way she was going to let me duck her question. "Yeah... Jennifer's got nice ones too," I said, finally admitting to my forbidden thoughts.

"I've seen her topless a few times. If I was a guy, or a lesbian, I'd be turned-on by her too."

I smiled, wishing I could see through Michelle's eyes. "Lucky you," I joked.

"It didn't do anything for me, but I know plenty of guys who would have liked to have seen what I did," she said.

I nodded in agreement, tacitly admitting that I was one of those guys.

Michelle looked at her watch, then stood up. "I should get going. Is there anything else before I go?"

I shook my head, reaching for my wallet. "No, thanks." 

I paid her, looking up at her chest. Her nipples were hard, poking out at her top. I wondered if our conversation might have been the cause. It certainly had made me hard.

"Thanks a lot, Mike." Michelle pushed the bills in the front pocket of her jeans, then leaned down and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed her full lips to my cheek and kissed me.

As my cousin leaned over me, clutching my shoulders, I found myself staring directly down the front of her tank top. She was wearing a white bra that pushed her breasts up into firm orbs. They swayed a bit as she moved and I could see the outlines of her nipples pushing out at the thin cotton.

"Have a good week. I'll see you next Saturday," I said after she let go of me.

I watched Michelle walk down my driveway. Her hips had a slight wiggle and I noticed her breasts give a slight bounce with each step. Once she was out of eyesight I went up to my bedroom to take care of my erection.

###

After only two weeks I had really begun to look forward to my cousin's weekly visits. I no longer cared about getting the house cleaned (not that I ever did), but spending time with Michelle had become my main priority. I felt like she and I were becoming closer than we had ever been and considering that our last conversation had been rather risqué I was hopeful that we might continue that trend. That Friday night I filled a pitcher of water and put it in the fridge for Michelle, knowing she would want some the next day.

I got up early again that Saturday and made breakfast after having a long, hot shower. Michelle arrived around ten-thirty. I was at the table as usual, checking the numbers of my lottery tickets in the paper when she arrived. She greeted me in her usual cheery voice. Her hair was loose, flowing around her shoulders in the front and back. I also noticed that she was wearing a hint of makeup once more. Her eyeliner drew me into her bright eyes. My cock twitched and I pushed myself closer to the table.

As my cousin pulled her sweatshirt off my eyes moved up from the newspaper spread out in front of me. Michelle was wearing tight jeans again. My eyes lingered on her ass. I imagined clutching it and sliding my hand down it, then between her thighs to cup her mound covered by the clinging denim. But it was when she pulled her sweatshirt off that my heart really began to pound and my cock swelled even more. 

Michelle was wearing a cropped short-sleeved grey blouse. As she raised her arms to hang up her sweatshirt the blouse slid up to expose her lower back. I was curious about how the effect would be if she were facing me. When she turned around I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone. I took a quick glance at her exposed upper chest.

"How are you doing today?" I asked.

"Good," she said as she approached.

"How's the new job going?"

"Really good. I like it a lot."

"Plus it's a lot cleaner than working here," I joked.

"No, I'm up to my elbows in potting soil most of the day, but I don't mind. Except that I can forget about having nice nails for the rest of the summer."

Michelle leaned over me, looking down at the newspaper. She rested her hand on my right shoulder. Her touch was gentle and I could feel the heat of her palm trough my t-shirt. It was exciting and I wished she would run it over my entire body.

"Did you win?" she asked, noticing the lotto tickets on the table.

I laughed. "No. I never do. You would have heard me let out a shout of joy from down the street if I had have won anything."

"Would you mind flipping to the horoscopes if you're done?" she asked.

I searched the pages until I found the section containing the horoscopes. Michelle leaned down lower to read the fine newsprint. Her silken hair brushed over the side of my cheek and ear. It tickled and the scent reminded me of flowers. I inhaled deeply, filling my senses with it. Her hand slid along my shoulder blades towards my left shoulder. It was more of a caress than just rubbing over me. I wanted to moan, but held it back. She had never touched me like that before. It almost felt intimate, although her hand was only on my back. When I felt Michelle's left breast pressing against my shoulder I clenched my jaw. It was firm and felt quite large. I could feel it shift beneath her blouse as it rubbed over my shoulder.

"I never believe what horoscopes say, but they're fun to read." Michelle stood up and pushed her hair back over her shoulders.

"Yeah... I keep hoping that mine will tell me the winning lottery numbers, but it never does."

I turned my head towards my cousin as she stood beside me. The outline of her left nipple was obvious against the grey cloth of her blouse. I forced my eyes up to her face. She looked a little flushed and I wondered if it was from the heat walking to my place or from leaning over. For a moment I even wondered if the cause was arousal, then discounted the notion, convincing myself I was hoping for too much.

"Okay, I'm going to get started on the upstairs," Michelle said.

I watched as my cousin gathered up cleaning supplies from the cupboard beneath the sink. Her breasts swayed as she leaned over and her hard nipples made noticeable bulges in the front of her blouse. As I stared I had a sudden realization: Michelle was not wearing a bra.

As Michelle walked out of the kitchen my eyes focused on her chest with an even greater intensity than ever before. After noticing the way her breasts reacted to her every move I was certain that they were not confined within a bra, like the other times she had been to my house. I wondered if she had decided not to wear one out of comfort or because of the heat. Then I wondered if she was trying to tease me. Of course, I hoped that her decision had been made with me in mind.

I kept busy while Michelle worked, not wanting to get in her way or run the chance of her catching me ogling her. I decided to go into the living room and turn the television on. Once my cousin was ready to clean in there I could return to the kitchen. 

Saturday morning television was not much more entertaining than the newspaper, but at least it passed the time and gave me something else to concentrate on besides Michelle -- not that it was easy. I slumped down on the couch in the living room and gave a vacant stare at the screen.

When I heard Michelle coming down the stairs I smiled to myself. I sat up so the bulge in my jeans would not be so noticeable She walked over to the couch, standing to my left beside it.

"Upstairs is all done," she said.

"I put some water in the fridge for you last night so it would be cold," I told her.

"Oh, thanks, Mike. I'm fine though. But I'll probably want some later."

Michelle sat down on the arm of the couch, looking at the tv. She was less than a foot from me. I shifted my eyes to the left,running them up and down her firm thigh and ass. My cock throbbed, straining my jeans.

"Do you want me to wait till that's over before I vacuum?" she asked, nodding towards the television.

"That?" I asked. "No. I'm not really watching it; go ahead. I'll get out of your way."

"No. Stay there. You're not in my way at all." Michelle placed her hand on my shoulder, as if to keep me seated and looked down, smiling.

When Michelle came back to the living room to vacuum the rug there I found that watching her was far more interesting than anything on television. My attention was divided between staring at her nice ass and how her breasts moved under her blouse as she pulled the vacuum nozzle back and forth over the rug. Soon I noticed her hard nipples pushing out at the fabric. They looked thick and tempting. I imagined wrapping my lips around them and sucking hard, then running my tongue around her areolas. I attempted to cover my hard-on with my right arm as I gave her sly glances. At one point she caught my eye and smiled, then looked back down to the floor. It both excited me and made me anxious. After that I kept my focus on the television.

"Okay -- done. I bet you're glad I'm done making all that noise. Just the kitchen left to do," Michelle said with a faint sigh. She put the vacuum away, then went to the kitchen.

I knew that the kitchen needed very little cleaning, so Michelle would not be long there. I was impatient for her to return to the living room with me. When she did she was carrying a tumbler of water. She sat down on the arm of the couch again.

"All done?" I asked, looking up at her.

She nodded as she drank some water.

Michelle and I never spoke for a little while. She was drinking her water and I was using the quiet to let my libido quell. Once she finished her water she placed the empty glass on the coffee table, then sat back down beside me on the arm of the sofa. I was very aware of her every move, but made a point of not staring.

"I'll pay you so you can get going." I took my wallet out and handed Michelle her money.

"Thanks, Mike, but are you trying to get rid of me?" She laughed as she posed the question, tucking her money in the pocket of her jeans.

"No -- of course not. I just thought you might have plans or something," I explained, feeling nervous.

"Nope. None." Michelle gave her head a shake. "Is it okay if I stay a while?"

I wanted to hide just how pleased I was by her question, but I smiled and nodded. "Of course," I said.

"Good. Push over. My butt is getting sore sitting here," she said, giving my shoulder a nudge with her elbow.

I slid over towards the middle of the couch to let Michelle sit down. Rather than sitting on the cushion beside me, she turned and practically fell back into my lap, laughing hard. Her left leg dangled over the arm of the sofa and her right one hung down towards the floor. I ran my eyes up her open legs to her head resting on my left thigh and her hair was fanned out around her shoulders. She tilted her eyes to to me, smirking. She seemed amused, but I felt a wave of arousal wash over me as my cousin laid against me. I looked down at her chest and noticed her stiff nipples pointing towards the ceiling. My cock was rock hard and her head was only inches from it as it tented my jeans.

"Mmmm... this is better. Your leg makes a good pillow," she said, sounding relaxed and sexy. She wiggled a bit, pushing her shoulders against my thigh.

I laughed, noticing that I sounded nervous. The silence that ensued did not help either. When my cousin interrupted the quiet with a question it fed my unease.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

Michelle was staring up at the ceiling. Her hands were folded over her stomach. They had pulled the material of her blouse taut over her chest so I could easily make out the outline of her hard nipples and the contours of her breasts. They were rounded, like two firm mounds rising from her thin frame. In that position and without a bra they looked like they belonged on a larger women,not someone as slender as my cousin.




Cleanliness Is Next to Sexiness



"Sure. What?" I asked, apprehensive about what she might want to know.

"Yesterday, when you said I was pretty, did you really mean it or where you just being nice? Be honest, Mike, please. I want to know." she sighed, as if preparing herself for bad news.

"Of course I meant it, silly!" I said, then gave another nervous chuckle.

Michelle smiled. "Thanks. I'm so used to standing in Jennifer's shadow and feeling like the ugly duckling."

"Just remember that the ugly duckling grew into a beautiful, graceful swan," I reminded her.

"Yeah... I forgot about that part. But it seems like Jen got all the looks in the family. There's always been this kind of rivalry between us. Maybe it's all just in my head because I'm jealous, but she's such a stuck-up bitch sometimes that it makes it hard for us to be really close."

I laughed at my cousin's description of her sister, but was not about to admit that I agreed with her.

"You shouldn't ever be jealous of her, Michelle. She didn't get all the looks. There were plenty left over for you."

My cousin twisted her head around so her eyes met mine. She beamed a smile at me, obviously pleased by my compliment, although it was much more than mere flattery. Her deep blue eyes shimmered like jewels. I stared into them, captivated by her beauty. It was at that moment that I realized that I was smitten with my cousin. Something akin to dread filled me at the thought of pining over a forbidden relationship.

"Thanks, Mike. That really means a lot to me. When I gained that weight at college it made things worse. I felt twice as ugly." Michelle's voice was quiet with a tinge of sadness.

"But you took it off," I added.

"Everywhere except my boobs," she reminded me, then smiled.

"Well, if you're going to keep it, I guess that's the place you want it." I looked down at her chest again, feeling bold, knowing her eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

"Yeah... I still wish they were as big as Jennifer's though. What a waste -- she never wears anything that shows hers off either. I like to wear tops sometimes that, you know, show a little cleavage. I haven't when I've come here because I know that Mom wouldn't approve; since we're cousins, I mean."

My hard-on was straining my jeans as I listened to my cousin. I knew that I had to choose my words carefully though. "Yeah... that's probably a good idea," I said, too nervous to show disappointment.

"Why? Wouldn't you like it?" Michelle craned her head around to look at me again.

"It's not that. You already know I find you pretty, but you're my cousin and a lot younger than me," I explained.

"So? I'm old enough to know what I want and can legally decide for myself."

I knew that Michelle was right. It was hard to argue with her logic. But despite my lust for her I still feared that us delving into some sort of relationship would have unintended dire consequences.

"I know... I guess I just feel guilty," I said.

"Oh, Mike... don't. You've got nothing to feel guilty for. It's not like you're manipulating me or anything. Yesterday, on the porch, when I kissed you. I knew you could see down my top."

"You minx!" I exclaimed, then laughed.

Michelle let out a delightful giggle. "Well, I felt like being a little naughty and I didn't think you'd mind. And that talk we had about my tits sort of made me feel like being bad. You seemed interested when I told you that they'd gotten bigger."

"Yeah..." I admitted.

"Well, I thought I'd give you a little peek."

"That was more than a little peek," I said.

"Really? How much could you see?" she asked,sounding very curious.

"Ah... pretty much everything -- except what your bra covered," I said.

"I'm not wearing one today."

"I can tell." I decided that there was no need for pretense and hoped that my honesty would feed the already arousing conversation

"I wondered if you'd notice. Do you like the effect?"

"Of course. You look great. How could I not notice?"

Michelle laughed and her breasts quaked beneath her blouse. "I rarely go without one outside of the house anymore, but I wanted to see if I could get you to notice. Is that bad of me?"

My cousin turned over so she was laying on her right hip. Her eyes met mine. She seemed nervous, as though I might scold her for being flirtatious and teasing. Her hair hung down over her left shoulder and cheek. When she pushed it back over her shoulder my eyes moved to the front of her blouse,watching her breasts shift.

"No. It's not bad. Maybe just a little naughty," I said with a smile.

Michelle was leaning on her left elbow. Her left hand was brushing the side of my thigh. Her right one was on it, palm down. I could feel it's warmth through my jeans and it fed my erection. I was looking into my cousin's eyes. They had a serene, dreamy quality now, which I recognized as arousal. When they shifted down and widened I grew tense. Before I could ease my arm back over my lap she let out a soft gasp of surprise.

"You're hard..." she breathed, staring at the obvious bulge in my jeans.

I gave her a guilty look and tightened my mouth. When I moved my forearm over my erection she tugged at my wrist, pulling it back towards my stomach.

"No, Mike... let me see," she said, sounding excited.

I felt awkward and nervous with my cousin leaning over me, staring at the bulge that my hard shaft made in my jeans. She was clearly enjoying herself and not put-off my the situation, as I would have expected just days before. She ran her delicate fingers up and down my thigh, then looked up at me.

"How about you let me take care of that for you?" Michelle's voice was soft, like her touch on my thigh.

"No... thanks, but we shouldn't, Michelle." It took every bit of strength I had to decline her offer, but I feared that her father would somehow find out and kill me, or it would spoil what was becoming a wonderful relationship.

"Why -- because I'm your cousin, or younger than you?" Michelle had a disappointed look on her face.

"Both. Your dad would kick the crap out of me if he ever found out," I said.

"Dad will never know, Mike. Come on, I want to play with it."

Michelle began working at the button of my jeans with her fingers. I put my hand on hers and stopped her. She froze and smiled, looking at the expression on my face. When I eased my hold on her hand she slid it down, rubbing my cock through my tight jeans. My arms went limp at my side while my cousin continued to run her fingers over my erection. She gave my balls a gentle squeeze, making me moan a little. I lifted my hips up, pushing against her palm.

"You'd be more comfortable if you took it out, wouldn't you?" she said in a breathy voice.

I nodded, too excited to speak.

When my cousin unfastened my jeans and pulled the zipper down I had lost all resistance or concern for the repercussions of what we were about to do. She began to tug at my jeans and underwear and I lifted up from the couch. Once my cock was freed from it's confines it swelled and rose until the reddish head was pointed up towards her parted lips. When I felt her slender fingers wrap around the base of my cock I gasped and closed my eyes.

"Mmmm... you've got a nice one, Mike." My cousin began to slowly move her soft hand over my cock, staring intently as she stroked it.

"It's okay, I guess. You've probably seen nicer," I said.

Michelle looked up at me, still squeezing my cock in her hand. "No. I've only seen a few. I've only done this to a few guys and only gone all the way once; what a mistake."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you were a tramp or anything. I just thought that every guy you knew would want you."

"Maybe. That doesn't mean they can have me though."

My cousin's hair brushed over the head of my cock. It was soft and added to the pleasure I was already feeling. She gripped my shaft harder and began to pump faster. Her breasts shook a bit as she moved her arm. I watched them move, wishing I could feel them.

I was breathing faster now. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides as Michelle worked her hand up and down, bringing me closer to orgasm. When I let out a deep moan and shot a stream of cum in the air she let out an excited sound of surprise and delight. My cum splashed over her hair a bit, leaving a thick streak running down it. Michelle kept working her hand over my throbbing cock as I shot two more blasts of cum. It landed over us, coating my thigh and stomach, as well as the back of her hand and fingers. She kept pumping my cock, using my thick cum as lube. It was only when I began to soften that she removed her hand.

I looked up at my cousin and gave her a sheepish smile. Her hands were on my bare thigh beside a puddle of my cum. I was till breathing hard and my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"How was that?" she asked, still smiling.

"Wonderful... thanks," I said in gasps.

Michelle wiped her hand off on the inside of her blouse, still looking down at my cock lying against my thigh. She ran her fingers along it one last time and fondled my balls.

"Anytime, Cuz," she said. "Maybe we should add this to my list of duties when I come over to clean."

I looked up at my cousin and smiled. "We shouldn't get to carried away, you know. This can't become a habit, Michelle. It's too risky."

"Too late, Cuz. I'm already addicted." Michelle leaned back on the couch beside me, pressing herself against me. She ran her fingertip over a rope of my cum just above my navel, then sucked her finger into her mouth. "Mmmm... I've never tasted this stuff before."

"It doesn't taste so great," I replied.

"I like it." 

My cousin bent down and ran her tongue over my stomach, licking my cum from it. The feeling of her licking me was wonderful. I moaned and arched my back. She lifted her eyes to my face and smiled.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to be going soon. I told Mom I'd help her do some gardening," she said.

I nodded and watched her get up from the couch. I tugged my jeans and underwear back up, then followed her to the back door. She stopped and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tight to her.

"Today was wonderful, Mike. I can't believe it. I wish tomorrow was Saturday again." Michelle craned her neck up and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek.

"I just hope you don't regret it later," I said.

My cousin gave her head a shake. "No. Never," she assured me.

I kissed her cheek. It was soft and warm.

"Oh... here." Michelle reached into her pocket and fished out the money I had given her for cleaning. "Keep this; it's okay."

"No, you earned that," I protested.

Michelle's mouth curled up in a pained expression. "No. I'd feel weird about taking money from you now, after what we just did. I still want to come over to clean, and do other things too, but you don't have to pay me, Mike. I hope you understand."

I nodded, although I felt guilty about the arrangement. "I do, but I don't think it's fair."

"It's fair and it's what I want."

"Okay."

My cousin and I hugged and exchanged kisses on the cheek once more, then she left.

###

Throughout the next week I felt nervous and anxious. What had happened with Michelle was wonderful and I wanted it to happen again, but I feared that she would have regrets and tell her father, or her parents would somehow become suspicious. Whenever the phone rang I dreaded answering it. By the time Friday night arrived and nothing bad had happened I felt relieved, but in the back of my mind I still wondered if I would see Michelle the next day.

When Michelle showed up that Saturday morning it eased my mind. She did not seem to behave any differently towards me when she entered the kitchen. In fact, she seemed happier to see me than on previous visits.

When she hung up her sweatshirt my heart accelerated, feeding my erection. She was wearing a jade-green tank top and a pair of black cotton shorts. They hugged her hips and ass. I ran my eyes down her body to her bare legs.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"More than you'd believe," I told her.

Michelle had a flirtatious expression as she walked over to me. Her arms went about my waist and she pressed herself to me. She kissed my cheek, then rested her head on my shoulder. I ran my hands over her back. I felt no bra strap beneath her top. I hugged her tighter, feeling her breasts pressing to my chest and shifting under her top. Her hair brushed over the side of my face. I pushed it aside and kissed her cheek. She gave a soft moan and clutched me tighter.

"I could stay like this all day, but I should get to work," she said with a sigh.

"The house isn't really that dirty," I said.

Michelle leaned away and looked up at me. "Oh...? Maybe I should go back home then," she teased.

"No way," I said. "You stay right where you are." I pulled her tight against me again.

"So, no underwear on your bedroom floor this time?" Michelle cocked her eyebrow and smiled.

"Nope," I said, pleased with myself.

"Well, maybe there will be one pair on the floor by the time I leave..."

Michelle broke our embrace and began gathering-up things from the cupboard under the sink. I watched her as she bent over. Her ass was round and firm, pointed towards me. Her shorts rode up as she bent over, exposing some of her firm cheeks. I wanted to get behind her and pull her by her hips against my hard cock. She seemed to enjoy the show she was putting on because she took her time taking the bottle of cleaner and cloths out and placing them in the pail. Her breasts swayed and quivered with her every move and her hips wiggled a bit. It wasn't long before her nipples had stiffened and poked out at the front of her tank top

"Okay, I'll be upstairs," she said in a sing-song voice.

My cousin gave me a teasing smile and pranced out of the kitchen. I wanted to follow her and surprise her as she bent over cleaning the tub. But she was enjoying her cat and mouse game so much that I did not want to spoil her fun. There would be time for that later. I went in to the living room and turned the television on, waiting for Michelle as my cock throbbed.

When I heard Michelle coming down the stairs I was happy. It had taken her less time than usual to get her work done upstairs. I wondered if she was in a hurry to rejoin me and perhaps tease me some more.

"I'm finished upstairs -- now I have to use that noisy vacuum," she said.

I nodded, moving my eyes up and down her.

When my cousin finished vacuuming the hall and drug it in to the living room I watched her, not pretending to be interested in the television this time. She looked up at me several time and smiled. She was obviously enjoying teasing me. Her breasts moved as she pushed and pulled the vacuum nozzle. Her ass looked tempting, covered by the taut cotton of her shorts. Once she had finished and put the vacuum away I was glad.

"There... just the kitchen left to do," she sighed.

I nodded, watching from the corner of my eye as she left the room. I listened to the sound of water running in the kitchen as she filled the pail. Once there was silence again I knew she had begun wiping the counters and table. 

Michelle never heard me when I snuck into the kitchen. She had her back to me and was busy mopping the floor by the sink. She was bent over slightly. My cock pointed the way towards her firm, round cheeks, peeking out slightly from her shorts. When I placed my hands on her hips and tugged at them she squealed and lurched around with a gasp, then smiled.

"Coming to make sure I'm doing a good job?" she asked, still smiling.

"I think you've done enough work for one day." I wrapped my right arm around her waist, pulling her tight to my erection.

My cousin giggled. When she felt my erection pressing into her ass she looked down and grinned.

"I just found something else that needs to be taken care of more than the cleaning," She wiggled her hips, grinding her firm, round cheeks against my thick shaft.

I pushed back, humping my cousin's ass. She leaned the mop on the counter and bent over, bracing her hands to the left of it. I ran my hands up her back, pushing her tank top up about a foot to expose her smooth skin. Her breasts swayed as she leaned over and her nipples looked harder than I had ever noticed them before. I slipped my hand under her tank top, feeling her smooth back. Now her stomach was exposed and the material of her top was gathered just below her pendulous breasts. My left hand was on her hip as she continued to massage the bulge in my jeans with her ass. I was pushing back at her, grinding my hard cock into her cushiony flesh. When I heard her let out a soft moan I turned her around. Her hair was spread out over the side of her face and shoulders. she looked at me through half-closed eyes, sucking on the corner of her bottom lip. I never imagined she could look so desirable as she did at that moment. I wanted to put her on the kitchen table and have her there, but feared that someone would arrive unannounced.

When Michelle began working at the button of my jeans I grew nervous.

"Do you want to go into the living room or somewhere?" I asked.

Michelle nodded. "Your room is clean now. I just made your bed, but I can make it again later," she said.

My cousin's boldness surprised me somewhat, but it made me want her even more. It also reassured me that she wanted this as much as I did.

"Come on," she said, tugging at my hand.

Michelle lead me upstairs. I watched her hips and ass move as she climbed the steps ahead of me, still holding my hand. She brought me into my bedroom and turned to face me. She looked nervous, but I was too. Her moves were tentative as she tugged at the hem of my t-shirt. Her eyes locked on mine as she inched it up my stomach, as though she was waiting for me to stop her. I raised my arms and she pulled it off then dropped it to the floor.

My cousin ran her hands up my chest, then back down -- running her fingertips along the trail of hair leading down towards my cock . She smiled and moved my hands to the bottom of her tank top covering the tops her hips.

"Your turn," she whispered.

I slid my cousin's top up, slowly revealing her flat stomach. It quivered with her every breath. I was becoming increasingly horny with every bit of Michelle's beautiful body that I exposed. When I pulled her top up over her breasts they gave a bounce. I paused a moment to admire them. I had never seen such lovely breasts before. They were larger than I had anticipated, with a gentle downward slope and a graceful upturn that lead to her thick chestnut-coloured nipples, surrounded by areolas of barely two inches. Her nipples stiffened and swelled. I pulled her top off the rest of the way and let it fall to the floor. My hands moved to the soft skin of her waist. She held me by my hips.

"You're beautiful," I said in a hoarse whisper, staring at her bare breasts.

"Thanks," was her meek reply. "Wanna suck on them?" she whispered, lifting her dreamy eyes to mine.

I nodded, barely able to believe that I was about to do what I had longed to for weeks. I cupped her firm breasts in my hands, squeezing one handful after another and rubbing my thumbs over her hard nipples. My cousin's soft hands ran up and down my back as she let out a soft moan, stroking my spine and caressing me. I sighed.

When I bent down to take her right nipple between my lips and suck she let out another soft cry of pleasure. I sucked harder and ran my tongue around her areola. Michelle began to unfasten the button of my jeans and tug at my zipper. We kicked our shoes off and continued touching one another as I teased her nipples with my mouth.

"Let's sit down," she said.

Michelle guided me over to my bed, pulling me down beside her. She moved her hands over my chest and back while I fondled and kneaded her breasts. She looked down at the bulge in my underwear, peeking out from my unzipped jeans.




Cleanliness Is Next to Sexiness



"Time to take those off, Mike," she said, giving the waistband a tug.

I gave her a nervous look, wanting to be sure that she was certain about what was about to happen. When she stood up and began unbuttoning her shorts it both reassured and excited me. I stood beside her, tugging at my jeans and underwear. Our clothes fell in a pile together on the floor.

Michelle looked down at my stiff cock as it swayed, pointing up towards her. She smiled and reached out for it. Her soft fingertips brushed over my heavy balls and along the underside of my shaft. It twitched and I quivered at her touch. She wrapped her fingers around my erection and gave it long, slow strokes, watching intently. I looked down to the thin patch of dark hair leading towards the spot where our bodies would soon be joined.

"Come here."

Michelle sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling me towards her by my hips so I was standing less than a foot from her. When I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock, then her tongue, I moaned. She looked up and smiled.

"Do you like that?" she asked in a coy voice.

I nodded and placed my hands on her shoulders. Michelle's hair brushed over my thighs as she bent down and wrapped her wet lips around the head of my cock again. She sucked, gently at first, then harder as she lowered her mouth, engulfing as much of my shaft as she could. As she slid her warm, wet lips back up she sucked herder. They made a smacking noise as she pulled them off my wet cock.

"You're the first guy I've done this to," she said.

"Really?" I asked, trying not to sound as surprised as I was.

She nodded. "They all wanted me to but... I wanted to save something for someone I really loved. I watched some videos online last week to get tips." My cousin let out a nervous giggle.

Without another word my cousin slid her warm, wet mouth down onto my cock again, bobbing her head faster and stroking the base with her hand. I cupped the back of her head, nearly overcome with arousal. I began to worry that if she kept that up I would cum within minutes and there was a lot more I wanted to do with her. When I eased my hips back,pulling my cock from her eager mouth she looked up at me, seeming disappointed.

"Can we try something else?" I asked.

"Didn't you like it?" Michelle looked sad.

"No... it was wonderful.. I liked it too much... I want us to take your time, okay?"

My cousin smiled and gave me an understanding nod. 

"Come here," I said.

I moved towards the middle of the bed. Michelle twisted around, swinging her lean legs up beside me. I looked down to her dewy lips and smiled. She seemed nervous as she parted her knees, displaying her delicate pink folds for me. When I ran may hands up her calves to her knees she spread them apart, wiggling her hips to get comfortable.

"I'm... I'm not on anything, you know... The Pill... so we'll have to be careful," she said, sounding worried.

I nodded. "I'll be careful... it's okay, Michelle," I assured her

I crouched over my cousin, lowering myself onto her. When she felt my tongue slide up her wet lips to her clit she let out a gasp and raised up from the bed, pushing her lips against my mouth. I pierced them with my tongue, wiggling it around inside her as I grabbed handfuls of her ass, keeping her against my face. Michelle moaned as I flicked my tongue over her hard, pink clit -- lapping at it and prodding it with the hard tip of my tongue, then swirling around it as I breathed down hard over it.

"God... Mike... I've never... that feels so good... don't stop," she moaned. 

I gently spread my cousin's juicy lips apart and breathed hard on her sensitive clit once more, making her moan again. I sucked it between my lips, tugging at it as I hummed so she could feel the vibrations of my lips. She gripped fistfuls of the bedspread and writhed under me. When I slipped a finger in her I was surprised by how tight she was. Her juice was beginning to run down towards her ass. I licked it up, bringing my tongue back up to her pink pearl as I fingered her tight pussy.

"Oh god... hold on, Mike... I... I just came a little when you did that..." she moaned, still moving her hips.

My cousin's face was flushed and her hair was spread out on the bed. She looked perfectly wanton. I loved it. Michelle opened her eyes and smiled, then looked down to my hard cock. She reached up and ran her hand down the underside.

"I'm ready for that now... more than ready," she said.

I moved between my cousin's open thighs. They felt soft on my legs as she wrapped them around me. She reached up towards my shoulders, coaxing me down on her. Her breasts shook a bit as she moved and I bent down and sucked on her nipple.

"I want to feel your cock in me. Don't tease me, Mike," she begged.

When I slid the head of my cock in Michelle she moaned. I could feel her gripping me as my shaft sank deeper. She moved her hips, pushing up to meet me. I held her shoulder and began to move my hips, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. She was biting the corner of her lip, watching me enter her.

"I've never felt so full before," she said, almost whimpering.

"It it okay?" I asked.

"Yes... fuck me, Cuz," she moaned.

I began working my hips faster. My cock pistoned in and out of my cousin beneath me. I worked it in as deep as I could, grinding against her clit with each thrust. She was moaning louder and writing on the bed. My cock was coated with her musky juice and some had gotten on my balls. When she cried out and said something I couldn't understand I knew that she was cumming. I kept working my cock in her tight pussy until I was dangerously close too, then pulled out.

Michelle looked up at my cock, wet and shiny with her juice.

"I want to taste it," she said.

I slid up her stomach towards her waiting mouth. She craned her neck up to meet the head of my cock. She had barely wrapped her wet lips around it when the first stream of cum shot out. She sucked hard, swallowing as much as she could before two more blasts of cum splashed over her tongue and lips, running down her chin. She licked it up, smiling, then slid her mouth down my shaft. Her lips were wet with her spit and my cum as she sucked me. When I felt myself softening I rolled over beside her, staring at the ceiling.

Michelle was breathing hard beside me. She reached out and held my hand, drawing it to her right breast and holding it there.

"I love you, Cuz," she said.

I rolled over and smiled at her. "I love you too," I said. 

I gave her a soft kiss, tasting my cum on her lips. She smiled and tugged me down to her by my neck.

"You took my oral virginity, Cuz," she said with a smile.

"Was it okay? It was for me, but how did it feel?"

"Wonderful," I said.

"Not only that, but you're the first guy who's ever gone down on me," she revealed. 

"I thought plenty of guys would want to," I said, unable to hide my surprise.

My cousin shrugged. "I guess not."

"Well, I'll do that as much as you'll let me."

"I'm going to be begging you to from now on," she said, grinning and giggling.

I kissed my cousin's rosy cheek. "You won't have to beg, believe me."

"You know, you were right about this place not needing much cleaning," she said.

"Does that mean you're not going to come next week?" I asked.

My cousin rolled over, laying across my chest. Her bare skin on mine felt wonderful. She kissed me.

"I'm going to cum alright, because you're going to make me," Michelle said. 



Cleanliness Next to Goddess



The sound of the shower hummed in your ears and the water throbbed against your face, washing the soap from it. You used the pads of your fingertips to help the water rid your face of the soap, caressing your cheeks in circular motions, down the bridge of your nose, across your brow, from beneath your nose, and finally from your chin. 

While you were in the act of doing this I crept into the bathroom, it was easy since you left the door partially open. You felt a slight chill as cooler air rushed in but were too occupied, concentrating instead on getting all the soap from your face. I of course new nothing of this until you told me when I stepped into the shower with you, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I took off my clothes silently and laid them in a pile on the floor, wondering if you'd heard me or not. 

I caught my reflection in the mirror and took a few moments to indulge in the narcissism; what was a smooth shave that morning was now showing some bristles, the chest hairs were thin and led a trail down from my collar bone, branching out to my nipples to encircle them with hair, then down to my belly, and from my belly - what you would refer to as the 'treasure trail' - to my groin, but their was no hair past my underwear line, that hair and the hair that surrounded my cock and covered my balls went with the hair that was on my face that morning, it too was slightly bristly but still more smooth than anything just like my face, my cock jutted out from my body at a perpendicular angle at the excitement and anticipation of our coupling, I was always so easily excited, my thighs were thick and muscular and covered with the same thin hair as the rest of my legs, my eyes went back up to my arms and how they weren't overly muscular they were still strong enough to hold you close and tight, and my long 'head banging' hair that you've been after me to get cut for awhile now but I would not give in.

I pulled the curtain aside and peared in, a mist of water touched me and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again I saw you rinsing the shampoo out of your hair, your head tilted back, your breasts thrust forward. My gaze wandered down to the object of my affection, and I was startled to see it was as bare as I was, my cock gave a jump, I touched the tip and a drop of precum was wet thier like dew.

I opened the curtain further and stepped in, the jostle of the rings on the curtain alerted you and you opened your eyes, scared at first but then a smile spread on your face as you said hi. I echoed your greeting and finished climbing into the stall, pushing the curtains back where they originally were. 

"I didn't hear you come in, I must have been washing my face."

I crept forward, my body wetted by the water that made it past you. You were turned around now facing away from me, washing away some of the shampoo that had trickled onto your face, your butt pushed backwards. I touched your shoulder softly, and you hummed another greeting. I put my other hand on your hip and trailed the hand that was on your shoulder down your back and snaked it around to your belly giving you a squeeze which pressed the length of my cock against the crack of your ass, to which you hummed an agreement. I then slid my palm down your belly to the top of your bare mound.

"When did you do this?" I whispered into your ear.

You brought your face out of the stream of water and wiped your hands down it clearing it of water before replying. "When I first got in here. Do you like it?"

I pressed my length again into her crack, "I love it!" I whispered harshly into her ear.

"I thought you might." You brought my hand away from your mound back up to your belly beneath your small breasts and hugged my arm. You turned and tilted your head back and opened your mouth for a kiss, I obliged. We snaked our tongues together which caused another jump from my cock which was nestled comfortably in your ass crack.

You made a gesture to turn around and I stepped back so you could get away from the full force of the shower head, my cock slipping from its nest. You turned to face me and we embraced in a kiss again, your arms went around my shoulders and your hands to the back of my head. My hands went to your hips and I pulled you into my groin, my cock pressing into your mound, I adjusted and the tip slipped down to press against your labia. You hummed another agreement as our tongues intertwined. You parted your thighs slightly, just enough so my cock could push between them and rest comfortably against the length of your labia, then you closed your thighs capturing me. I didn't resist.

I slid my hands from your hips around to your ass cheeks, and as we kissed I rubbed my hands across them in circles, you hummed an agreement. I then dropped my hands to the bottom of your ass where your butt ended and your thighs began - I would refer to this cleft as the 'sweet spot' - and grabbing the soft flesh pulled up and out letting the water from the shower head pulse against your exposed hole. You grunted and broke the kiss. My hands let their hold go, and you in turn freed my cock from the pleasant prison you had placed it in.

"Not so hard." You reprimanded, though still smiling. I apologised.

I ran one of my hands from one cheek to the next parting you as I did so. "Did you wash back here yet?" I asked.

"I was just going to soap myself down when I was done with my hair before I was interrupted."

"I'm sorry." I said mockingly.

"It's okay, it was a pleasant distraction."

"Maybe I should help?" I offered.

"Wash me?"

"Of course." I smiled.

"Okay."

I reached for the shower puff and held it under the spray, letting it absorb the water, after a few moments I squeezed the excess water out of it and reached for the body wash pouring a healthy amount into the puff. I looked into your eyes and smiled, and you mirrored it back to me. 

I started in circles on your chest waiting for the soap to foam and after a few motions it was in a thick lather. I proceeded to wash your chest starting at your collar and working my way down to your small breasts, the nipples were hard and erect and jutted out from your breasts looking for attention, I rubbed the puff over them softly at first then harder until they were red and you let out a small yelp before telling my to stop, I obliged. I proceeded to your belly rubbing in large circles, then to small, then back to large, ending by scrubbing up and down your sides from your arm pits to your hips. You would giggle a little when I washed your arm pits, telling me how it tickled, but of course I already new this. I then took an arm and washed it up and down getting into your arm pit again bringing more gigles from you. I did the same to the other arm. 

Throughout this exchange my cock never once faltered in it's rigidness, if you looked at it long enough you could see it pulse with every heart beat. 

I squatted down, my balls inches from the water that had collected in the tub. I proceeded to wash your strong thighs that had gripped me minutes before, your knees, and calves. I asked you to lift your foot and you obeyed, I washed it thoroughly, stealing glances up at your bald pussy. I asked for the other foot and did the same thing. I saw you seeing me look at your sex and we caught each other smiles.

I leaned forward and gripped the back of your thighs in my hands, one still holding the puff and its lather of soap, and pressed my face into your shaved pussy. You bent your knees and parted your thighs bracing your hands on the walls to keep balance as my tongue tasted you. You tilted your pelvis pushing more of your pussy into my face, and I eagerly licked everywhere I could; your outer labia wetted with my saliva, then I darted my tongue between those folds and wetted your inner labia. I then shifted my concentration and licked on your clit. I could hear your breath coming in gasps and I loved every sharp inhale and exhale. I licked down to your opening and pushed my tongue inside you as far as I could, pressing my face hard into your mound as I danced and twisted my tongue inside you. Then I flattened out my tongue and ran it along the length of your slit completly covering you with my spit, until I reached your clit again. You gasped.

I stood up. "Did you like that?"

Still to short of breath for words you nodded and hummed an agreement, then said, "Uh-huh." Nodding your head again.

"Rinse off your front." and when she completed that. "Turn around, it's time for your back." She obeyed by facing the cool wall as the shower poured upon us from the side.

I started again in large circles, then small, then large again, ending by scrubbing your sides from arm pits to hips, causing more giggles when I tickled your arm pits. I squatted again and washed your ass cheeks in circles, then slid the puff between your cheeks scrubbing roughly your asshole, this brought a gasp from your lips. I then proceeded to wash the back of your thighs, knees and calves.

Still squatting I cupped the water in my hands and rinsed the soap from your ass and thighs, then standing up for a moment to rinse the soap from your back. You make a gesture to turn around but I tell you stay where you are, and you obey.

I squat back down and touch your ass, the puff by this time has found its way to the bottom of the tub to be forgotten - and a witness - until this act is done. I massage it, gripping it and pulling it open, ogling the dark skin around your anus. 

"What are you doing ..." You ask, but I answer with a shushing noise.

I lean forward and plant kisses on your cheeks, while snaking one hand beneath you searching and finding your mound and beginning to caress it. I kiss and lick your 'sweet spot', interchanging the two. I can hear your breath becoming short again as my fingertips massage your clit. I ask you to push your hips back and you obey. I wet the middle finger of my other hand and press its saliva coated tip against your pussy opening. I nurse the opening until it opens up for me and you relax all over, and I can see your ass spread with that same relaxing, opening your anus to me. I press my finger into your pussy a little further and begin pumping it in and out, pushing it in a little more each time until I'm knuckle deep. Still rubbing your clit and pumping my finger inside you I proceed to lick your ass inches away from your anus, up and down.

"Don ..." You begin, but I answer quickly telling you to relax, and you obey.

I start licking your ass again, my fingers continuing their administrations, working my tongue towards the dark skin around your anus. Once there I slowly and passionately plant a kiss on your asshole, causing a great exhale from your lungs. I then begin licking your anus like I did your clit, my other points of pleasure relaxing you, making you give in to this taboo act. I push my tongue inside your anus, and by now I can tell what you were reluctant to enjoy moments before you are thoroughly enjoying now. I continue tonguing and licking your ass until I decide you need more.

I remove my finger from your clit and tell you to pleasure yourself, you quickly bring a hand down to replace the one I removed. I wet my finger in my mouth tasting your juices and savoring them for a few moments. I pull my finger out of my mouth coated in saliva a press the digit at the opening to your ass. You tense a little, but with my other hand I slip another finger into your pussy, giving you two now. You relax a little and I push the finger at the opening to your anus inside to the first knuckle twirling it around inside your taboo. I push until the second doing the same, until my entire finger is embedded in your asshole and I'm pumping it in and out with the same pace as the two inside your pussy. 

Your orgasm from all the stimulation hits you like a wave and your body convulses, you moan as it empties you, your hips rock up and down as my fingers continue thier motions.

You moan the words 'Oh God' over and over again. But you need more.

I remove my fingers and pick up the puff as I stand up, the soap thats left in the puff coats my still rigid cock. I get behind you and spread your ass further than it was and I use some of the soap from the puff to coat your asshole.

"Don ..." you begin again, but I quickly reassure you.

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." and I kiss your shoulder. You hum an agreemet.

I position my cock at the taboo opening and using the soap as a lubricant press into you. Reluctantly the tip goes in and you gasp when it does. I coo you with more shushes. I slowly work my way in and out of you like when I first pushed my finger into your pussy, going deeper with every thrust. This thought brings my mind back to your pleasure and I snake my hand around - the one I used to finger your pussy - and I begin working on your clit. After a few moments of this, you begin to loosen up and I'm sliding effortlessly in your ass, my finger continues to pleasure your clit, and you have snaked your own hand beneath you and are pumping fingers in and out of yourself, how many I could not guess. 

You are pressed against the wall, the water is hitting our side, my cock is pushing into your ass, your fingers are pumping into your pussy, and my hand is rubbing your clit. This entanglement of our bodies is beautiful. You softly cry to me that you are going to cum again, you tell me not to stop, you echo again that you are going to cum several more times. 

I'm pumping freely into your taboo feeling my own orgasm rise, my breath is harsh and coming in short little gasps, I softly cry out that I'm cumming, and I distinguish it next with that I'm cumming in your ass, and I pour forth my hot semen into your taboo, slowing my thursts as each spurt is poured into you.

Then your second and more violent orgasm hits you and your body convulses, your own ejaculation coats your hand, your hips rock up and down so violently that I'm pulled out of your ass with a pop which causes you to sharply cry out. You repeatedly call out, 'Oh God', until the wave subsides.

I slip my arms around your waist and hug you from behind, but you quickly straighten up and turn around returning my hugs and include plenty of kisses, and our tongues snake together. The shower still flows onto us from the side, washing the remains of our loving away, and the puff the only witness to this act lays at the bottom of the tub.