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Sweet Pie

By: Totzman



The snow fell lightly outside, and with the fire crackling and a pot of hot chocolate boiling over the stove, Becky Williams curled up onto the couch next to her boyfriend. Adam Manners put his arm around her and held her closely.

"I love you sweet pie," Adam said, and kissed her on the temple. A warm sensation rushed up her spine. Becky felt safe and comfortable with Adam by her side.

"I think the hot chocolate is done," Becky said.

Adam smiled. 

"Stay here, baby, I'll get it," he said.

Becky pulled a blanket up to her neck as Adam got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. After switching the stove off, he poured the hot chocolate into two mugs, and carried them, one in each hand, into the living room.

"Thank you," Becky said, as Adam handed her one of the mugs.

Becky put the rim of the mug to her lips, and sipped the warm refreshing cocoa. Adam laughed as she lowered the mug, revealing a brown milk mustache on her upper lip.

Becky blushed, and wiped it off with a napkin.

The lights in the house were off, and only the fire illuminated the young and very much in love couple. Adam eased his hand under Becky's blanket, and slowly ran his palm across Becky's thigh. Becky sighed as Adam lovingly massaged her leg.

"I love the way you touch me," Becky said. 

She leaned towards his face, closing her eyes halfway, and opened her lips just a bit. 

Adam responded to her the same, and soon their lips were locked in a loving, passionate embrace.

Becky set her mug aside, as did Adam, and she softly touched Adam's arm. They kept their lips together for several minutes, letting the wetness from their mouths seep into the other. Adam touched Becky's hair, and twirled a lock of it around his finger.

Becky pulled her lips away and looked into Adam's eyes. 

"We have all night, sweet pie," Becky said. "Let's make this count."

"Becky," Adam said, touching her arm.

"Yes?" Becky responded playfully.

"Remember what I talked to you about a few weeks ago? When we came back from the skating rink?"

"What, about your new stereo?" Becky asked.

"No," Adam said. "After that."

Becky stopped cold.

"Oh. That."

"Yes, that," Adam said.

Becky turned away from Adam.

"It's the perfect night," Adam said.

Becky was silent.

"You said you'd try it, if we were alone, and if the moment was right," Adam said. "And so far, this night has been absolutely right. In every way."

That made Becky smile. She knew he was right. This had been the most wonderful night she had ever spent with Adam. But she couldn't agree to what he was asking.

"I told you," Becky said. "I just don't feel comfortable with it. Not yet."

Adam found it hard to conceal his disappointment.

"I understand," Adam said.

Becky looked back at him.

"You do?" she asked.

Adam nodded.

"It's your decision," Adam said. "I completely respect that."

Becky looked back at the fire, and watched it crackle and pop. She had the most wonderful boyfriend a girl could want. He was so understanding of her needs.

"I just hope you know, it's not a rejection of you, Adam," Becky said.

"I know," Adam said. 

"If I was going to let any man do that to me, it would be you," Becky said. "Maybe, in time, we could try it."

Adam held Becky very tightly.

"I hope so," Adam said. "Because I think you are the most wonderful, and beautiful, and intelligent woman I have ever known."

Hearing those words soothed Becky's soul. She listened to the patter of Adam's heart as he held her, and the snowfall outside made her time with him seem even more precious. She began to think about what it was exactly that Adam was asking of her.

It began two months earlier. Becky and Adam were driving home from the skating rink, where they enjoyed the night skating and sharing ice cream sodas. On the drive home, Adam brought up a subject Becky never thought would come between them.

"Becky, have you ever gotten a spanking?" Adam asked.

The question took Becky by surprise.

"Um, yeah," Becky said.

"What did you think of it?" Adam asked.

Becky found it a very strange thing to be discussing.

"It hurt. But I was being bad, so my dad was right to do it," Becky said,

"I don't mean as a child," Adam said.

"Oh," Becky said. "Then no. I haven't been spanked in ages. I'm grown up now, I think you know that."

"I mean by a boyfriend. And not for discipline. For pleasure," Adam said.

"No," Becky said. "Never thought of it."

"Well, what do you think of it?" Adam asked.

The question made Becky's spine tingle.

"Wouldn't it hurt?" Becky asked.

Adam looked at her.

"I'd never hurt you," Adam said.

"Well, if it didn't hurt..." Becky trailed off.

The two of them discussed it over the ride home and ultimately decided that they would wait until they had the adequate opportunity. Becky wasn't enthusiastic about it, but was intrigued by the possibility.

Becky finished her hot chocolate and gave the mug to Adam. He carried the empty mugs back to the kitchen, while Becky wrapped the blanket around herself even more tightly. 

When Adam returned, Becky giggled, and flung the blanket around Adam's shoulders, and pulled him close to her.

"You are truly sweet," Adam said, and kissed Becky right on the tip of her nose.

Becky kicked off her slippers, and tucked her bare feet into the confines of the blanket she shared with Adam.

"You cozy?" Adam asked.

"Yes," Becky said.

There was a long silence as Becky and Adam embraced under the blanket.

"I have one question," Becky said.

"What's that?" Adam asked.

"You sure it wouldn't hurt?" Becky asked. 

Adam could scarcely contain his excitement. Becky brought the subject back up. He knew she wanted it, but she was far too chaste to admit it.

"I promise," Adam said. "I cross my heart; I will not hurt you."

Becky trusted Adam with her life. If Adam made her a promise, Becky knew he would move mountains to keep his word to her.

"Well," Becky said. "If that's the case, then maybe we could try it just this once."

Adam touched the side of her face and smiled.

"As long as you truly want to," Adam said.

"I do," Becky said.

"Okay then," Adam said.

Adam pulled the blanket off of Becky and laid it aside. Becky rolled her shoulders back and took a deep breath.

"So, um, how does this work?" Becky asked.

"Well, I think the best way is for you to bend over my lap," Adam said.

Becky blushed.

"That seems so childish," she said.

"Do you know a better way?"

Becky didn't know what to say.

"Okay," Becky said. "I'll just, lean over you I guess."

Adam straightened himself out and faced the fire. Becky turned to her side, and leaned over Adam's lap.

"Wait," Adam said.

Becky paused in mid air. 

"You're supposed to take off your pants," Adam said.

Becky stared at him.

"I have to take my pants off?" Becky said.

Adam was taken aback.

"No. You don't have to," he said. 

"Well, why would I?" Becky asked.

"It would add a layer of intimacy, don't you think?" Adam asked.

Becky had to agree.

"Well...do I take my underwear off too, or just my pants?"

"You can do whatever you feel comfortable with," Adam said. "This is your spanking."

Becky liked the sound of that. She was rather surprised to find it turned her on.

She stood up, and as her fingers moved towards her zipper, she looked towards Adam.

"You really want me to take my pants off?"

"I want you to do whatever you are comfortable with. Take off whatever clothes you want to," Adam said.

Becky found that very reassuring. She calmly unfastened the top button on her jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper downwards. Adam shifted in his seat, excited by what he was about to see.

Becky pulled the unzippered flaps of her jeans apart, and carefully slid her jeans downward. Underneath, she wore pink cotton panties. As her jeans hit the floor, she felt only the warmth of the fire and Adam's eyes against her belly and legs.

Adam waited to see if she would go any further, but Becky left her underpants where they were. She slowly leaned over his lap, and rested her stomach on his right knee. Adam adjusted his leg to accommodate the weight being added to his lap, and prepared himself for her full submission. 

Becky set her hands on the carpeted floor, and rested the side of her head against the cushioned couch. She kept her legs straight, and her buttocks poised and ready.

"How does it feel?" Adam asked.

"I feel like a child," Becky said. "I like it. I feel sexy actually."

"Good," Adam said. He set his palm on Becky's buttocks. 

He rubbed her two, firm mounds of skin and muscle beneath the thin panties that separated his hand from her bottom. Becky enjoyed the warmth of his hand against her, and moaned in pleasure.

"Are you ready?" Adam asked.

"Yes," Becky said. "Spank away!"

Adam lifted his hand in the air, and smacked her on the bottom. Not hard, but enough to make her jump. Becky found it pleasing. Not at all how she expected. In fact, she already wanted another.

Adam smacked her again. Becky loved it. It was warm; it was sensual. It was everything she loved about Adam. Now she was getting in in a way she never had before.

Adam smacked her again, this time a bit quicker. The surprise caught Becky off guard, and she enjoyed it even more.

Adam began to pick up the pace, repeatedly laying down one stroke after another onto her bottom. Each pitter-patter of Adam's hand on her posterior made Becky feel warmer, happier, and more loved by him.

Becky straightened her legs in the hope she could provide a greater portion of her buttocks for Adam's hand to strike.

Adam spanked her faster, and just a tad bit harder, remembering his promise to the woman he loved so very much.

What Adam didn't know, was that Becky had completely forgotten about the promise he made her, and now craved only more spankings.

Becky's bottom was becoming warmer with each successive smack, and the warmth began to spread throughout her body. As she became more accustomed to the sensation, she realized she wanted a way to improve the intensity. Becky didn't know whether she wanted to be spanked harder, or perhaps faster, but she desired someway to increase the sensation of Adam's loving smacks. 

"Adam," Becky said softly.

"Yes, sweet pie?"

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too."

He was about to resume spanking her, when Becky spoke up again.

"Wait," she said. 

Adam stopped, and to his surprise, Becky was reaching around and peeling back her panties. Adam smiled.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"I know I want to," Becky said. Becky elevated herself off of Adam's lap momentarily, so she could slide her panties back. Once she go them off of Adam's lap, Becky rested her belly back on his knee, and slid her panties off her bottom.

Her buttocks was soft and smooth. There was minor reddening from the spankings she had already been given, but Becky didn't mind. She let her panties slide down her legs and they hit the floor right around her ankles.

Adam was in awe of the beauty in front of him.

Becky put her hands back on the floor in front of her and waited for Adam to resume.

"Go ahead," Becky said.

Adam stared at Becky's beautiful bottom. It was thick, firm, and full of life. Adam had spent hours admiring his girlfriend's face, but for the first time, he had the opportunity to take a close look at the sensuous beauty of her bottom. He was not disappointed.

"Come on," Becky said. "Warm it up nice and good."

Adam raised his hand once again, and smacked her bare bottom. This was what Becky was waiting for. With her panties removed, she could now experience her spanking to its complete effect, and it was better than she could have imagined. 

Adam continued with the spanking, and each successive smack left a tingling sensation that excited Becky to no end.

Becky turned towards the window, and watched the snowflakes settle upon the earth. She wondered if the ground enjoyed having the snow settle upon it as much as she enjoyed having Adam's hand settle on her bottom. Her guess would be no.

The smacking sound of Adam's hand against Becky's buttocks played in harmony with the cracking fire. Adam worked to maintain a sort of rhythm as he continued spanking Becky.

Becky's buttocks became increasingly red as the spankings continued, and Becky began to feel its sensuous effects take hold on other parts of her body. Namely, right between her legs.

Becky felt wetness from within the confines of her vagina, and she felt on overwhelming desire to have it filled. The spankings she was receiving amplified her desire, and her attraction to her spanker.

"Adam," Becky said. "Make love to me."

"I will, sweet pie," Adam said. "But you'll have to wait, because I'm not finished with your spanking."

"Take your time," Becky said. "I will wait."

Becky was a patient girl, and she remained in place while Adam continued with what he began. She even made sure to keep her buttocks poised in position, so Adam would have a comfortable angle to bring his hand down upon her.

It was a harmony of cooperation between both of the lovers. Becky and Adam both made necessary sacrifices to insure the other's happiness, and tonight was the test that proved their love for one another.

Adam gave her one final, definitive stroke, and Becky sighed, satisfied with what she had been given.

"Come on, sweet pie," Adam said. "I have what you've been waiting for."

Becky got up, and removed the rest of her clothes. Adam undressed as well, and lay back onto the couch. Becky descended upon him, and the two made passionate love in front of the hissing fire.

When they finished, they embraced, and Becky remained motionless on top of her man.

"It's pretty cold," Adam said. "Do you want to cover up?"

"I'm fine," Becky said. "My bottom is warmer than it's ever been."

And it was. Adam saw the reflection of Becky's naked body in the shining surface of the fireplace wall. The glowing light from the fire amplified the deep red color on her buttocks.

"Did it hurt?" Adam asked.

"No, sweet pie," Becky said. "You kept your word."

Becky kissed Adam on the lips for about ten seconds, and then laid her head on his chest. The snowfall continued throughout the night, and when the fire finally went out, Becky and Adam retired to bed.

As they cuddled up together underneath the covers, they shared one final kiss.

"Good night," Adam said. 

"Good night," Becky said. "Sweet pie."

Sweet Pie Ch. 02



The fresh morning air was blowing through the open window when Becky Williams awoke. She looked over at Adam, who was still sleeping, with his arm wrapped around her. It was barely seven in the morning on the first day of June, and the summer air filled the already happy couple with love. 

Becky slipped out of bed and left Adam where he was. She didn't like to leave the bed with him still asleep, but Becky had a surprise in store for her lucky boyfriend. Becky stripped off her nightgown, and slung it over Adam's chair. She removed her bra and panties, and left them there as well. Adam might awake to find her missing, but he would be intrigued if her discarded undergarments were the first things he saw in the morning. 

Becky made her way into the kitchen, and began removing mixing bowls and ingredients form the cabinet. Adam would be so happy to find out his girlfriend had made him breakfast in the nude. Becky mixed together the ingredients for pancakes, and after heating up the grill, she poured a measuring cup full of batter onto the hissing surface. 

Becky poured three pancakes worth of batter onto the grill, and realized she would need a spatula. She looked through the drawer and found a plastic red one, with a long handle, and decided it would do perfectly. She slapped it onto the surface of the grill and was pleased by the effect. 

Becky was about ready to flip the pancake when she heard Adam enter the kitchen behind her. 

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Adam asked amusedly. He leaned against the inside of the doorframe and admired his girlfriend's shapely figure. 

Becky blushed. 

"You weren't supposed to wake up yet! Go back to bed!" 

Adam grinned. 

"But you're in here!" 

Becky slid the spatula underneath the pancakes, and flipped them over. 

"Well, if you want to watch me make you breakfast, that's fine with me," Becky said flirtatiously. 

"Good," Adam said. He snuck up behind Becky and placed his hands on her hips. 

"You are so sexy Rebecca Williams," Adam said. 

Becky turned towards Adam and stared him in the eyes. 

"And you are equally handsome Adam Manners," Becky said. 

Adam leaned towards her, and they kissed for several seconds. 

"They're almost ready," Becky said. "Have a seat, and I'll serve them to you." 

"Thanks babe," Adam said, giving her a soft pat on her bottom. 

Adam took a seat at the kitchen table, and Becky took the pancakes off the grill and laid them onto a plate. Picking up the plate, a fork, and a bottle of syrup, she sauntered sexily over towards Adam and placed them ceremoniously in front of him. 

"Enjoy, my dear," Becky said. 

"Aren't you having any?" Adam asked. 

Becky walked over towards the refrigerator. 

"I'll eat later. I made these for you," she said. 

Becky took you a carton of juice, and poured Adam a glass. 

"Is there anything else I can get for you sweet pie?" Becky asked, placing the juice next to his plate. 

"Well, I'd really like to read the newspaper," Adam said. 

Becky looked out the window, and saw the newspaper lying at the end of the driveway. 

"But I think you'll have to get dressed in order to bring me that," he said. 

Becky just smiled. 

"Au contraire," she said with a twinkle in her eye. 

With that, Becky opened the front door, and walked out onto the porch still wearing nothing but her sexy skin. Adam couldn't believe his eyes. The streets appeared to be empty, but Adam was sure that somebody must be watching from inside their homes. Becky proceeded to walk all the way to the end of the driveway, making no modest attempt to cover herself, and saucily bending over to pick up the newspaper. As she scooped it off the ground, Becky turned around and shot a glance back inside, and winked at Adam. 

Adam lifted the fork to his mouth to take a bite of pancakes, only to find the fork was empty. The pancakes had slipped right back onto his plate while his attention was fixated on his naked girlfriend. 

Becky carried the newspaper back up the driveway, again making no attempt to cover herself, even when a car began approaching from down the street. 

As the car passed, Becky turned to face it, and she opened her arms wide and let out a scream. 

"I made breakfast for my boyfriend naked because I love him!" 

The car honked and continued down the street. 

Becky went back inside and placed the newspaper in front of Adam. 

"Here you go, sweet pie." 

Adam sat wide-eyed, unable to eat another bite. 

"You...are...amazing," Adam said. 

Becky smiled, and twirled around in a circle. 

"Eat up, I've got another surprise for you," Becky said. 

"Oh?" Adam said. He ate his pancakes faster, wondering what she could possibly surprise him with next. Becky leaned against the wall, and stuck her hip out as she admired Adam at the table. She knew he was going to love what she had planned next. 

Adam ate the rest of his pancakes and looked up at Becky. 

"So, what's the next surprise?" Adam asked. 

"Well," Becky began. "I was just wondering- how long has in been since you last spanked me?" 

Adam thought for a minute. 

"Almost two days," Adam said. 

"Awfully long time for a naughty girl like me to go without a spanking, don't you think?" Becky asked. "Especially considering how bad I've been all morning." 

Adam had to agree. 

"So, if you'd like to proceed, I have a suggestion," Becky said. 

"And what would that be?" Adam asked. 

Becky strutted over towards the sink, and picked up the spatula. 

"I used this spatula to make your pancakes, Adam," she said. "Now I want you to use this spatula to spank my bottom." 

Adam nodded approvingly. 

"That seems most appropriate, my dear," Adam said. 

Becky handed the spatula to Adam. 

"I'd like you to take swift, firm strokes," Becky said. "I'm not the shy and modest girl I was a few months ago. Don't worry if you inflict a little pain. It will excite me." 

Adam stood up, and held the spatula in his right hand. 

"Very well," Adam said. "If that's how you want it to be, I'll play along." 

Adam slapped the spatula against the countertop. 

"Face the counter, stand back four feet. Feet together, bend over. Hands flat on the countertop. No fidgeting." 

Becky followed his instructions to the letter. She followed the tile pattern on the kitchen floor, and poised her feet exactly four feet away from the counter. She bent all the way over, so that her legs and torso were bent at a perfect 90-degree angle. Becky placed her hands flat on the countertop. 

"Excellent," Adam said. "You follow instructions well. Let's begin." 

Adam walked behind Becky, and inspected her buttocks. It was clear and unmarked, after he had spanked her not forty hours earlier. Either she recovered extremely quickly, or he was not doing his job. Adam decided he needed to be a bit more thorough, as he suspected the latter might be the case. 

Becky held still. She loved the way Adam looked at her while she was naked, the way his eyes would pass over every nook and curve of her luscious body. Now she was about to get a good and thorough spanking, which made his inspection of her all the more enticing to her. 

Becky braced herself, and waited for Adam to give her exactly what she deserved. 

"Becky Williams, for taking sexiness to a dangerously new level, I hereby sentence you to thirty strokes with the spatula," Adam said. 

"I plead guilty, and do not contest the sentence," Becky said. "You may commence." 

Adam swished the spatula through the air, and listened to the swooshing sound it made. After getting a feel for the instrument, Adam proceeded to give Becky a hard smack on the bottom. 

"Ouch!" Becky shouted. "You really can make that sting!" 

Adam smiled. 

"Just giving a brat what she asked for." 

"I know," Becky said. "Please continue." 

Adam struck the spatula against Becky's bottom again. Becky twitched uncomfortably under the impact. 

"That stings, doesn't it?" Adam said. 

"Yes," Becky replied. "But I've been so naughty, I know I've given you no choice in the matter." 

Adam spanked her with the spatula a third time, and noted that some very red marks were forming on her buttocks. 

Adam found himself becoming increasingly aroused by his girlfriend's naked body, as well as her complete submission to him. Her bottom was so firm and round, with a soft, creamy texture. As much as Adam adored the sight of Becky's smooth bottom, it did not compare to the thrill he got marking it up nice and red.

Adam spanked her again and again, smacking her buttocks left and right, all the while Becky holding still and compliant. There was no question at all that it was pure love that was being dealt on Becky's behind that morning. Though she winced at the pain, Becky knew there was no greater expression of love that came from Adam Manners. 

Adam continued to spank her, making his strokes faster and harder, and Becky held her ground throughout the entire ordeal. Adam admired her courage and devotion to him. Becky only wanted to satisfy Adam's desires, and if that meant enduring intense pain on her posterior, Becky was ready to accept that as a demonstration of her love for Adam.

At last Adam became satisfied with the now-reddened buttocks of his girlfriend. She had endured searing pain on his behalf, and now it was time for him to make it up to her.

Adam slid the spatula between Becky's legs, and softly stroked the inside of her thigh.

"I love you, Sweet Pie," Adam said.

Becky smiled. Adam was now using his instrument of pain to tease and arouse her, and it was working. Becky felt a deep desire for Adam forming between her legs, but she did not move from her position.

"I love you, too," Becky said. "Make love to me. Right here."

Adam set the spatula aside and unzipped his pants. Although Becky remained in her submissive stance, she spread her legs apart just wide enough to give Adam enough room to adequately penetrate her.

Adam did just that. Grabbing Becky by the hip, Adam lovingly penetrated Becky's warm frontal orifice, and made love to her from behind. 

Although she was not facing her lover, Becky found her submissive stance to be equally arousing to her as looking him in the face.

Adam was enthralled by the surge of energy he felt making love to Becky in such a domineering fashion. Becky gripped the kitchen counter tightly as Adam thrusted into her faster and harder.

Adam's excitement grew as he reached around and grabbed Becky by her breast. He squeezed her bosom firmly and Becky quivered under the tension that entrapped her entire body.

At last, the two lovers climaxed, in a rushing release of loving energy that reverberated between their bodies.

As their pulses slowed down to normal, Adam withdrew himself from Becky, and she stood erect once again. Becky turned to face Adam and they blushed as their eyes met.

"Thank you, Sweet Pie," Becky said.

"Any time."

Adam took his dishes back to the sink, and placed them into the dishwasher along with the spatula.

"I'll guess I'll go put some clothes on," Becky said as she went towards the kitchen doorway. She saw Adam was looking out the window.

"Well, Sweet Pie," Adam said. "I think it's going to be a beautiful day." 



Sweet Possession



She was enjoying her usual evening ritual. The bath was very hot and scented with jasmine. The aromatherapy candles burned, scenting the air with a heady aroma. She relaxed with a joint and a rye & ginger. When she got out she wrapped herself in a big terry robe and retreated to bed with a good book.

She removed her robe and slipped between the cool sheets. The coolness against her warm body made her skin tingle. She tried to get into her book but her body would not relax so she turned off the light and let her hands wander over her sensitized body. Then she heard a noise. Had she locked the door? Couldn't remember (stupid pothead).

Suddenly He stood in the doorway of her bedroom, "What were you doing?"

"Nothing, going to sleep," she lied, but her body squirmed and heated at the thought of her bad behavior, both touching herself and lying to Him.

He moved to the bed beside her and reached under the blankets to stroke her body. His touch made her body burn and that ache that was constantly in her womb flared to an almost overpowering throb. She arched into His touch.

As his hand finally caressed her swollen cunt he encountered her wetness. "You're awfully hot and wet for sleeping, you're not lying to me are you?"

Her cunt pulsed, her body squirmed as her lying was so odvious. 

"It feels like maybe you were trying to pleasure yourself. Guess what? Your body is not yours to please. It is Mine," His voice was calm, not angry, which was even more unsettling.

His fingers found her clit and gently rubbed it, teasing her until it was red and swollen with a desire that burned deep within her. She squirmed and wriggled in anticipation of the orgasm that was building with intensity. Than he stopped, slid his hand lightly down her inner thigh, "Your punishment will be denial of what you so odviously want," he whispered to her. "That should also remind you that this body belongs to me, to please or punish as I wish, and in light of your indescretian I have no desire to please it. You will have to earn that privilege"

Her whole body trembled and her dripping cunt pulsed with desire as he bound her to the bed. Once He had her secured he lightly ran his hands all over her and watched her arch and squirm trying to get more, but she was bound to snugly to accomplish it. "Please don't do this," she whispered, but that was another lie. She wanted everything He did.

"Save your breath, pet, because before this is done you will truly beg," he told her, "and if you cum without my permission your penance will be excrutiating."

He found her bag of toys while she lay panting and exposed to Him. Her trepidition and arousal combined to eliminate all other thoughts from her head. From the bag he pulled a set of nipple clamps, and a vibrator, and a feather. He slowly began to work her body. First He sucked her breasts, gently biting her nipples until they were hard, tight little buds that He fastened the clamps to. The sudden bite of the clamps after the gentle sucking shot fire into her cunt and made her strain against her bonds. He gave a quick tug on the chain attached to the nipple clamps to make sure they were fastened securely and she moaned as she felt the tug all the way into her inner being. Then he knelt between her legs, just looking at first, gently blowing on her horny cunt, just enough to let her anticipate. Then all at once His mouth was on her, licking the puffy lips of her snatch, teasing her to maddening heights, taking her clit into His mouth. Her body quivered and shook, she was there, then he stopped.

"Please, please don't..........," she begged, almost against her will.

"I told you, I'm not going to." He laughed, "Oh, you meant don't stop. You don't want to cum already. do you?"

"Yes, please, make me cream, i want it so bad, please," she whimpered.

"I don't think you really want it yet, and like i said, you will have to earn that privilege," He told her as he moved His body up the bed and positioned himself with his cock over her mouth. 

She wanted to cum. She eagerly took His cock into her mouth, sucking Him all the way down to the base and he fucked her face. She was good and it didn't take long for Him to cum. He pulled His cock out of her mouth and blew His load all over her face.

She whimpered in agony, knowing her own release would not happen now until He was ready again. "Did I tell you to make me cum?" he demanded.

"No, Sir, You didn't, I'm sorry, I thought it would please You." 

"It is not your job to think," He told her as he untied her bonds and flipped her onto her stomach. After retying her, he stroked her ass soothingly, then He smacked her. Hard. She yelped and tried uselessly to get away. He began to spank her ass. He spanked her until her skin was a bright pink. He then took the feather and danced it lightly across her flaming skin. The light stimulation of her touch sensitive skin sent a new bolt of electricity through her. Then His hands were on her, massaging, soothing, cooling her firey body. His hands left her and she heard the sound of the vibrator. Her body squirmed to accomadate the vibrating phallas as it seeked out her now raging clit.

"Please, Master, I will do whatever you want, anything, please don't tease me anymore. I can't stand it,please.............." 

He took the vibrator away and watched her squirm and struggle to get herself under control. Her cunt was so wet it was dripping, He could almost see the pulsing ache He knew she felt. He then took a soft leather collar and fastened it around her neck. He clipped a chain leash to the clasp then untied her bonds and rolled her over. He gave the chain from the nipple clamps a tug making her groan and then fastened this also to the clasp on the collar, pulling her tits up. 

"You have not impressed me yet, slave," he told her. He pulled her into a kneeling position with the leash, causing her tits to strain against their bondage. He reached out and squeezed a nipple, smiling at her reaction. "I want you to crawl, crawl to me and beg on your hands and knees at my feet. Kiss my feet and tell me to whom you belong."

She crawled, the swaying of her breasts tugging against the nipple clamps, sending pulses through her and making her already hot, wet cunt hotter, and wetter. She begged him, tears of frustation glistening on her cheeks, she kissed his feet and begged with everthing she had. He moved His cock to her mouth again, allowing her to bring Him once more to full arousal. He eased her back onto her back and opened her swollen cunt with gentle fingers. Just the light brush of his fingers nearly sent her over the edge but his threat of the punishment she would recieve if she came without permission kept her teetering on the edge. He finally brought His mouth to her aching cunt and began to eat her out in ernest.

"Please, Master, please let me cum, let this be it.Please" she wailed for release.

Abruptly he stopped again. "Nooooooooooooooo........," her body spasmed with the agony of her desire.

"No pet, this is the way I like you. Hot, wet, anxious. This is when you perform your best." He tells her. "Come with me."

He took the leash and led her, still on hands and knees, into the living room where he made her lean back into a squatting position. He then handcuffed her hands behind her back so she had to struggle to keep her balance. "Don't fall over" he told her, chuckling over her dilemma. He left the room without a word. She waited for what would come next. She had no idea where He had gone or how long he would be. Her whole body ached and her cunt dripped. She wanted. God, she wanted it so bad. She would do whatever He asked of her if only He would fix the maddening pulse, throb and heat of her engorged cunt.

Eventually, he returned carrying a large didlo. He steadied her quivering body with one strong hand while He inserted the dildo deep into her hot, horny, hole. Then He retreated to the couch where He could watch her. "You want to cum, pet? I know you do. And I will let you make yourself cum but you must follow my instructions perfectly. If you rock slightly back and forth can you feel the dildo massaging your cunt?"

She did, and she could, so she nodded her assent, struggling not to lose her balance as the dildo drove her frenzied body even further. 

"Then you may make yourself cum, but do not tip over and do not drop the dildo."

She rocked, she ground her cunt against the dildo, but because of the limitations put on her body she could not attain enough stimulation to get herself off without breaking the rules. As tears of frustration coursed down her cheeks he moved to her, easing her once more onto her back. He stroked her body, gently removed the nipple clamps. His mouth covered her nipple as the blood rushed back into it. And finally he entered her. Her orgasm erupted from her, her hips bucked wildly against his. All of reality ceased to exist. There was only this. This mind blowing orgasm that went on and on, and then He was exploding inside of her. His cock swelling, hitting every nerve in her ravaged cunt. As they slipped into sleep he asked her "Who owns this body?", he stroked her shoulder.

"You do, Master" she purred contentedly.



Sweet Potato



It's harder than ever to make time for my job.

Time is so critical. Here I am nursing my baby, Des's son, Kane Michael, who's all of seven months old, and, of course, my granddaughter, Darcie, who's racing toward three years old. She also is Des's daughter by my daughter Shaleen.

Poor Shaleen has many months to go before she's even eligible for parole. But eventually she'll be coming home to live with the babies, Des, and R.J. and me.

Oh yes, there is also another life that depends on me. An unborn child inside who is in his or her fourteenth week of gestation. She is my third baby in my lifetime, and my second black baby in less than a year and a half.

At the clinic, the nurse showed me how I can now feel the top of the uterus, also known as the fundus, low in my abdomen. She told me what I already knew: "As you enter the second trimester, you may find yourself donning looser clothing. Pretty soon you won't be able to fit into your regular clothes anymore." 

Sigh.

I went home to my guys, told them that the baby and I were entering our second trimester, and that I wanted a couple of weeks' holiday from this pregnancy. They laughed at the whole idea. I didn't think it was a bit funny. 

The other two babies at home demanded my uninterrupted attention, as usual. And by the time bedtime rolled around, both my guys were off to work and I was alone with my thoughts and my three children.

Grandma, nursing mother, and expectant mother—I filled three roles. This was crazy. Not to mention my sexual roles as lover, fuck buddy, and common-law wife. I'd had one lover all the time I was married to my husband, Shaleen's father. Since Darcie's father, Desmond, had moved in close to a year and a half ago and impregnated me with Kane Michael, I'd had seven black men cum inside of me.

I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror after I'd gotten both children to sleep. There's nothing special about me, I certainly won't be entering the Miss Universe contest this year. Yet, I've had seven black lovers, and every single one of them wants me to indulge in a repeat performance, and at least four of my men would like me to bear another child. Go figure.

You might say I've experienced a lot of raw sperm in my last two years--about ten times as much as I ever experienced during my marriage. I shouldn't be so blasé about it. No little girl, no love struck teenager, no newly married bride or good little housewife ever dreams that she's the fuck toy to so many black men--let alone that every single man is younger than she is. In fact, I suppose no grandmother dreams of that sort of thing either.

But I can't change what is. I am fourteen weeks pregnant with a black man's child, and I am perfectly content about the way things worked out.

Still completely naked, I picked up the phone at about eleven-twenty at night, and called to tell Jawad, my half black-half Pakistani young man, that I was available for the night. I'm almost reluctant to tell you how old Jawad actually is, but I'm happy to say, that even though my own daughter is probably older than Jawad, he's older than he looks.

The fact is that I know that I'm a sort of mother figure to him, and Jawad's sort of a dark "grasping at my youth again" figure to me. I mean, let's face it—he knows he's fucking a grandmother.

Jawad is disappointed that I'm fourteen weeks pregnant because he is fairly sure he's not the father of my baby. But he also knows that, for now, he's my favorite. He calls me his fuck buddy because he knows that it irritates me to hear him say that. The words may have been true, but I didn't want to hear them spoken aloud.

I kept the lights in the parlor dim. I didn't care that the neighbors saw Jawad coming to visit me that late at night, but since I was stark naked, I didn't need to announce that fact to the whole neighborhood. I just needed to be naked to welcome my dark brown lover into my door, into my home, and ultimately into my body.

I brought down a pillow to place on the floor to cushion my knees. And I carried some blankets and things to place on the floor so we'd have a peaceful, private room all to ourselves.

As my early discomforts began to fade, I started to regain some of the energy I felt. Once some of my nausea, fatigue, and tenderness in the breasts subsided, I got to be a bit more comfortable with how my body was changing. Although the top of my uterus was only a trifle higher than where my pelvic bone was located, I found that growth to be more than sufficient enough to push my tummy out. 

Jawad cautiously put his hand on my lower belly. "Oh my God, Thea, you're starting to show."

"You think so?" I asked, stepping into his embrace. "I read where right now the baby is as long as a lemon, but not as heavy yet."

"Somehow I doubt that this baby is lemon colored," he chuckled. "More like a gingerbread man."

"You're funny."

"The next time you start to show, it's gonna be mine." He placed both his hands on my belly and clutched me close to him. 

"My little daydreamer," I sighed, and then I shook my head. 

"Not so little," he replied.

After all, when a woman starts to show it's an exciting pregnancy milestone. Very likely, it will give you and your partner the visible evidence of what you've done. This is the first sign of the baby that you've been waiting for. 

"I mean, a man has to plan for his future."

"Oh, Jarrod." I broke free and dropped to my knees. My fingers slowly unzipped his pants and I reached inside to grasp hold of his thickening cock. I snaked it out through his fly.

"Oh, Thea," he gasped.

I wrapped my lips tightly around his deep black cock before I responded by humming a long: "Hmmm?"

"Oh, God!"

I smiled. Well, my eyes smiled. My mouth was rather busy at that moment tasting his masculine essence. Jawad's prostate fluid beaded up in little pearls at the tip of his cock. My tongue took those little beads and washed my saliva warmly around the head of his dick.

"Ohh!"

I mm-hmmed around his penis again, and he opened his mouth in a hushed moan. I kept it up for four or five minutes more, and just as Jawad was about to cum, I clamped my hand against the nerve on the underside of his penis and squeezed.

"Arrghk," he squawked.

I lay down with my back on the blanket and opened my legs to him. "I need you, now my love. What do you say to sinking your dick into someplace warm and moist?"

Jawad was excited, probably more excited than I was, but I wanted him inside of me more than anything else. As you can probably guess, he was so turned on by my ministrations that as soon as he slipped his dark erection into my open pussy, he came.

I stroked his back and said that it was all right. But I held him fast inside my loins while he slowly got his strength and vigor back. Then we began again.

My children slept through a good deal of his visit, and by the time they'd awakened, my young black man had banked away more than enough potent sperm in my intimate safe-deposit box to remind me why I continued to fuck him. God, it was still a wonderful feeling. 

I think that's why I truly love young men--they can perform for the longest damn time without letting up.

I had cum at least four or five times with him, and more than anything, I wanted to sleep. So naturally my infant son woke up and demanded to be nursed.

Jawad left about one-fifteen in the morning and I finally got Kane back to sleep after he'd drained both breasts. 

I fell asleep as well, but I forgot to clean myself up. R.J. and Des just shook their heads when they came home at six. There I was naked covered with quite a bit of dried semen sticking to my pubic hair and thighs.

"Have a good time last night?" R.J. asked.

I smiled. "I kept busy."

At eighteen weeks the normal fetus growing in a mother's body is about five and a half inches long and about the size and weight of a sweet potato. 

So why does she feel more like a melon than a sweet potato?

Oh, yes. I found out she was she. Just like I'd promised R.J. He, of course, went bonkers when I told him the baby was girl. As far as my live in black lover felt, I might as well have announced to the rest of the world that twenty-four year old R.J. Tolliver was the father to my unborn daughter. 

Funny, to a man, my black fathers have celebrated the news of my impending pregnancies with reprises of the act which put the baby there in the first place.

I don't mind. My body just seems to feel complete when I have a black cock in my pussy--and when I'm carrying a half-black baby. 

This is going to sound stupid, but it's comparable to that first cigarette in the morning. A smoker's body spends had all night to try to rid itself of the poisons and toxins it took in the previous day, but somehow that doesn't really matter. You take that first lung-full of smoke into your lungs and the burning and the searing that rip through your lungs are both very painful and unbelievably pleasant--sort of like sex. Sort of like sex with a black man.

I can't give up cigarettes, and I can't give up black men. Seven! Can you believe it, seven black men over the past two plus years. And I let each one of those men cum bare-backed inside me as if we were long term partners. 

Hell, I am long term partners with two of them--it's just that the others are constantly pestering me. Two of the others, Jawad and Titus, are rather jealous that the child I'm carrying isn't theirs. They've both come out and told me so--and they've cum in and showed me as well. 

I'm like an addict. I need a sexual fix from each man way too much.

Each man has told me that the next baby is to be his. As if between taking care of a toddler girl, nursing an infant boy, and trying to keep up with my job, I actually have time for them.

My job--now there's a real can of worms. When I first took a black ex-con into my house, most of my former friends and colleagues backed away from me. I think there was something about me that scared them. After I gave birth to my Kane Michael, very obviously a mixed race child, I was a marked woman. Only my dearest friends would talk to me outside of purely business matters.

Trouble is I still make time for my men. The busier I am, the more I try to fit them in--oh, Christ! A pun.

Titus came into the bank building where I work. I know that I must have glowed outside when I saw him in the building, because a couple of my co-workers glared at me. Another black man after Thea!

Of course, my friend, Marie, wasn't one of the glarers. I'm happy to say that I printed out the site's "Letter To Unhappy Wives" for Marie a little while back. I didn't know if she'd acted on the letter as of yet, but I knew she was very grateful to me for understanding her predicament.

Like I said, some of the others glared, but it obviously didn't reflect the luscious physical presence of Titus--I mean, let's face it, the man is gorgeous. He's a dark golden-brown skinned, clean shaven (including his head) hunk of a man. And what he packs beneath his tight briefs makes me go soft and wet even if we're just talking casually.

Titus asked me if I could go on break soon, and I told him that it would be close to a half an hour before I could get off. With a straight face he said, "That's fine. In a half hour we can both get off."

"Titus," I whispered. "People will hear!"

"I don't care, if you don't," he replied. "Besides, most of these people in this bank can't tell one black man from another. They'll just think I'm R.J. or Des."

I grimaced. The trouble is, he was right.

Then he said--and I swear this is true: "See you in half an hour, sweet potato."

The biggest grin spread across my face. I shook my head. "I don't believe you just called me that!"

He raised an eyebrow impishly. 

"Half an hour, then," I echoed.

Marie covered for me as I went on my break. I stepped out the back entrance and Titus was waiting for me close to an alleyway. He was all over me with a deep soul kiss that stole my breath for a few moments.

Titus is R.J. and Des's friend from the old days. He too is in his late twenties or early thirties, and he too has that chemistry that lights up my own pheromones like a burning stick of incense. As Titus held me close to him in the alley, I knew instinctively that I wanted to submit to his every whim.

"What time do you get off work tonight?"

I told him four-thirty.

"Did you take the bus today?"

I nodded. Once again he pulled me close and we kissed hungrily, sucking each other's tongues and transferring our need for each other as if it were pure sexual energy. I knew that if I hadn't been wearing stretch panel pantyhose under my skirt that he would have taken me right up against the wall.

"Then I'll be here at four-thirty to pick you up. Wait for me."

I smiled and nodded. For the next ten minutes we kissed over and over again. Finally, we broke from each other's clasp, and I went to use the women's lav to fix the make-up smears on my face.

"He's a good looking man," Marie whispered as I joined her at my work station. "Here I am yearning to get the nerve up to jump off the fence with another man, and every time I turn around, you've got a different black man sniffing around your pants like a hound."

I smiled. "They're all pussy hounds, my men." Then I paused. "Would you like to meet Titus?" Let's face it, I said meet the very same way I might have said fuck.

Marie flushed. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she whispered. "Yes."

"Do you leave at three-thirty today? Or can you be back here at four-thirty?"

"N-not today," she gasped.

"I'll leave it open, Marie," I replied. "If you're here at four-thirty when I'm ready to leave, we can go together."

Marie shook her head. "I-I don't know."

I shrugged. I told her it was her choice and that she'd either be here or she wouldn't.

We finished out the day. Marie left the building at three-thirty, and I spent my last hour cashing out my drawer. At 4:27, Marie was seated in the public vestibule outside the bank, waiting for me. Marie was a brunette just under thirty years old and very pretty. She wore jeans and a rust colored wrap around knit top that made her look like a combination angel and whore.

Marie looked perfect. She'd been married for about ten years and as the other women had began to back away from me after I started my dark excursions into black sex, Marie had done just the opposite.

She gravitated toward my quiet stories of exquisite sex and my infrequent visits bringing the children in for people to see them. 

Funny, I remember being embarrassed about bringing my biracial granddaughter, Darcie, with me at the bank before I met Des. Now I loved taking both children out into public--the fact is I get a warm feeling every time a young black man hits on me.

Marie and I climbed into Titus's sedan. He was surprised and pleased--especially when I announced that Marie was excited about meeting him. No confusion there, though. He too heard the word meet as if it were fuck.

When we got to Titus's flat, he served each of us a huge glass of brandy. 

"Titus, I'm too far along to drink this much alcohol," I told him. "I'll have a couple of sips and then you two finish the rest."

Marie gulped her brandy as if it were cola. Her face turned beet red when it hit her system.

"Ease up, young lady," Titus muttered. "That's pretty potent stuff."

"Speaking of potent--" I giggled. Then, I began to remove my business suit. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

"I keep the place pretty warm," Titus answered. "Take your clothes off, if you want, Thea." 

I'd been naked and pregnant in front of four men at the same time before, but this was the first time I'd ever stripped for sex with another woman in the room.

"You too, Marie," Titus instructed.

"But, I--"

"That wasn't a request, woman. Strip, now!"

I suspect Marie got out of her clothes in record time.

I sat on the side of the bed. Titus came over to me and told me to lay down with my head hanging off the edge of the mattress. Soon I lay facing the ceiling, while Titus fed his cock into my open mouth and throat. He was nicely sized, but not startlingly so--until I glanced up at Marie and saw that she was mesmerized. 

I realized that she'd never seen a cock that size in real life before, let alone fucked one.

In less than two or three minutes, I let Titus cum in my mouth. I sputtered with the large amount of cum dumped into my throat, and had to turn sideways to catch my breath. Semen spilled out everywhere.

Titus turned toward Marie. "Come down here and clean my dick off the rest of the way."

"Me?" Marie gasped.

"Do you see anybody else? Yes, you!"

Marie began to lick Titus's cock very gently, very hesitantly, very carefully. Then about a minute later, Marie indulged in working over his length and breadth with every ounce of energy she could muster.

I could Titus's eye. "I'd say she's very good at what she does," he murmured.

Suddenly, Titus pushed her down on the bed next to me. "Don't you go anywhere, Thea. I want you to stay here with us."

From my vantage point right next to them on the bed, I saw Titus drop his thick lips into the soft hairy mound between Marie's legs. From the sounds he was making, his mouth discovered the moist fleshy excitement down by her loins. 

From the sounds Marie made, he'd hit just the right places with his lips and tongue.

I crawled over and put my hands on Titus's cock carefully stroking him with my fingers again and again. We all stayed like that for five or six minutes, and then Titus moved himself into position balanced atop Marie's white thighs.

"C-condom?" she whispered.

"Don't use 'em," he answered. And that was that.

Titus's black dick buried itself deep within the folds of Marie's cunt slowly, moving determinedly forward. I could see his length leaving my sight and slipping into the soft pink flesh of Marie's pussy.

They made love for at least ten minutes. Marie moaned with the surprise and delight of a woman truly opening up for the first time. While Titus selfishly took everything he could get from the petite brunette woman beneath him. His golden bronze deep dark tan made a beautiful contrast to Marie's pale white skin. Together, moving for minutes on end--I caught my breath again and again as I watched them—totally fascinated.

My God, the two of them were beautiful! 

Titus grunted like a stud bull, and Marie groaned out a very surprised, "Nooo--"

For the very first time in her life, Marie had let a total stranger, a black man I'd introduced to her only that day, spurt his living teeming black seed into her unprotected belly. A torrent of Titus's sperm flowed into her vagina like a spigot of plumbing bursting from the water pressure.

I whispered gently into her ear. "Don't worry. It'll be all right."

Tears came to Marie's eyes. Her life as she knew it was over. She cried very softly.

Both Titus and I looked down at her prone body, laying still and panting on top of the sheets. Finally, he said what I'd been thinking of asking. 

With surprising tenderness, he asked, "Are you all right, Marie?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes. I-I...loved every second of it."

I smiled, and Titus breathed easier. "That's my girl."

After a few minutes rest, Titus stood up on his knees on the bed, took me by the hips and fitted his penis gently into my cunt. Like so many men, he took care not to damage the little girl growing inside me. But also like so many men I knew, he wanted to enjoy the loving fit that the bigger girl outside knew just how to give his cock.

Just before Titus came, there was a knock at the door. A low voice from out in the hallway said, "Titus!"

It was Walter. 

Titus turned toward Marie and said, "Let him in."




Sweet Potato



"But, I'm not dressed!"

"Marie, just get the fuckin' door!" Suddenly, Titus spurted his semen into my pussy, even as Marie answered the door. I too shook the baby with a spiral of gut wrenching shudders as I came.

Walter stepped in to see my chest, neck and face flush with a climax. "Well, hello there!"

Titus climbed up off of me soon after he came. He introduced Walter to Marie, and then told Walter to get undressed. "I'm pretty sure Thea could use some tender affection right now, Walt. And I plan to sample a bit more of Marie's wares."

Where Titus has broad muscles and golden brown skin color, Walter is slimmer with deep mahogany skin. He too treated me gently. Walter laid me on my side and entered my pussy from the rear. All the while I rubbed up against Titus and Marie once again indulging in a boisterous rhythmic clash of body to body aerobics.

When I felt Walter splash his seed inside of me for the first time, I purred aloud. He grunted happily and kept pumping inside me until I came too. In the meantime, Marie echoed my purring and my panting, as she came in Titus's grip as well.

The four of us lasted over two and a half hours in Titus's flat that night. We didn't take the time to eat, we hardly took the time to go to the bathroom. 

On the same night that Marie had her first black man, she also had her second. But, strangely enough, I could see a connection, indeed an attraction building between Titus and Marie.

Soon it was time for us to get dressed and leave. Titus dropped me off first, and then he drove Marie to pick up her auto in a midtown carpark.

I went right for the shower upstairs.

R.J. looked at me as I stepped out of the shower. "Any reason your pussy should look so red and raw tonight?"

I shrugged. "Tough day?"

"Yeah, overtime's a bitch," he replied. "Bitch."

"Now is that any way to talk to the mother of your child?"

"Yeah well, Titus told me he wants to be the father of your next baby," Toll said. "And that was his car that dropped you off. Quite a coincidence."

I smiled. "Ain't gonna happen."

He looked surprised. "Why not?"

"Because tonight I think I've introduced him to the love of his life." Quickly I ran down the story of the evenings events.

"Hey," I said, drying myself off. "You doing anything special at the moment?"

"I dunno. What have you got in mind?"

"I'd really like to fuck you, sweet potato."

Okay, why would anybody want to be called an aviation blonde? Well, only because it's the truth. For those of you who don't know British slang, it means that a woman who is blond on top has an aviation undercarriage--that is "a black box."

Like all street language it's very descriptive. I have to admit it is also accurate. Bottle blond, bleach job (the other BJ), unnatural blond--aviation blonde. You get the picture, I suppose.

Dark at the pubes and, well, lately I've learned to enjoy dark meat slipping into the pubes, in between the labes and all the way inside. And if the long black sausage stays inside for a while--a long while, by the way--well that's an extra treat. 

R.J. has become very possessive of me due to the fact that his daughter has been growing inside my womb for nearly twenty-three weeks or just under six months. He's discouraged visits from other black men whom he and Desmond had encouraged to share me with before. I've been good about leaving all my "back door men" alone--well, with one exception, Jawad, my young man with a Sudanese father and a Pakistani mother--a lad who I love just dearly. I guess a pregnant grandmother will have to settle for a mere three men in her sex life, for now.

Desmond went to see Shaleen, and she seems to be much more tolerant of my pregnancy this time--maybe because it's Toll's baby and not Desmond's. She loves to see her daughter Darcie, and she's even taking a liking to Darcie's brother and my son, Kane Michael. (I know it's ironic that he's Darcie's half sister and Shaleen's half sister as well, but we decided that when she returns home, we'll call her Aunt Shaleen.) He's little pistol--crawling and occasionally toddling all over the place at nine months of age.

God, he looks like both his father and like me—of course, his skin color is way too dark to match mine and much too light to match Des's. But you ladies know mothers. Mothers indulge their children and grandchildren to the nth degree.

I've ballooned up pretty big this time. You'd think my little baby girl was going to come in at thirty pounds of birth weight--although I suspect she really won't. I feel huge. But I felt huge when I carried Kane Michael. Hell, I was huge. I've learned on-line that white women who carry black children tend to have larger babies as a whole.

So there I was, naked and down on my knees kneeling on a pillow which protected me from the floor, yesterday. Frankly, I thought I looked like a white walrus, but R.J. said that he needed the beautiful stimulation that my bare body did to his mind. I laughed, but when I opened my mouth, he grabbed it with his thumb and forefinger and held it wide open.

The next thing which happened was something that I should have expected, but it still came as a surprise as to how he managed it. Toll forced his burgeoning erection between my lips and partway down my throat. As I sucked on his black cock, I could taste his thick viscous seminal pre-cum. He tasted rich and maybe a little bitter with a rising abundance of sperm cells.

Funny, in my experience my black men actually have whiter sperm than my white husband did. It's mostly a sign of how rich and strong their sperm cell count really is. The whiter the sperm, the higher the sperm density.

After about five minutes of my effort on my knees, R.J. Tolliver cut loose and spurted several long ropes of semen down my throat. I gagged once from the sheer quantity of cum splattering into my throat, and I felt that some of his cum dripped out from the sides of my mouth landing on my chest.

The pearls of both R.J.'s semen and Des's sperm are so white and thick, I understood now why it was so easy for a gal like me to get pregnant. The luster of pearl literally globs up on my face, shoulders, neck and breasts when my guys cum over my upper body. Naturally there's no way that if I let that semen into my system, I could escape a pregnancy.

Once I learned that, I learned to deal with the consequences. Some consequences: two babies, merely ten or eleven months apart.

Besides to be truthful I love the sex.

A few minutes later on, R.J. put me on the bed on all fours so he could drive his cock deep into my pussy from behind. Oh, God! Did he ever feel good? I could feel the baby quiet down to enjoy the ride that her mother was undergoing--to the point that I think she must have known when I climaxed under her father's thrusts and ministrations.

Later we lay together panting. "God, that was good," I said. "I had no idea that I'd love having sex so much when I was pregnant."

"I'm glad, Thea," he said. "'Cause I have an enormous capacity to keep you with me and make you happy."

I nodded, not knowing what to say. Finally, I said, "You know I think the baby likes you too."

He chuckled. "Really?"

"She seems to be just fine with your dick moving around in my pussy. I'm pretty sure she's gonna like black cock when she grows up."

"Like mother, like daughter."

I sighed. "Actually, that's already true. Shaleen was very jealous of my carrying Des's child."

"She'll get over it. She and Des had a conjugal visit last time he went over to the prison."

I didn't know that. Then I snickered. "He told you that?"

"I think he was afraid to tell you."

I nodded. "So are you ready to do all this again?"

Toll laughed. "I promised Des that he'd be next. You don't mind, do you?"

I smiled, by now I was leaking cum out of my cunt something fierce. "Not if you don't."

A voice came from behind the doorway. "Fuck no, he doesn't mind."

Des stuck his smiling face in the door. Immediately he started to undo his jeans.

"Fuck yes!" I replied laughing. "And yes, let's fuck!"

"Shit, I like your attitude, Thea."

Yeah, I like my attitude too. 

You ladies know how we can read a man's needs by all the non-verbal actions he's showing. I could sense a mood building in Desmond--Kane Michael's father. But it wasn't the sort of mood that I could put my finger on.

However, my other live in black lover, R.J. (probably the father to my unborn child), was getting set to visit his mother, Judy. Toll wanted me to come along with him, but that would've meant a journey of an hour and half south on the train. Unfortunately, since my little boy was very sick, Desmond requested that I stay behind to help take care of both kids. I felt so bad about leaving the kids, that I begged off the trip.

"He wanted to show you off to his mother," Des told me after he left.

"I'm probably as old as his mother," I replied.

Des cleared his throat. "He wanted his mother to know you're carrying his child."

"I hope for his sake that I am."

"There's another reason I'm glad you didn't go," Des said quietly. "We're going to have a visitor tonight."

"Really, who?"

"Walter," he said. "Do you mind very much?"

I looked into Des's eyes and saw that his real question was would I mind being physically shared tonight.

"Oh," I said. "No, I don't suppose I mind at all."

Later that night, I was balanced on the edge of the bed, totally naked and my legs were up around Walter's neck. My belly ballooned out so huge that I wasn't able to see my penetration happen. Still I could feel Walter's black cock slide in all the same.

"See how good it feels, Walter? Did you ever feel anything quite like that warm shaved white pussy massaging your dick?" Des walked up behind Walter so he could peek over his friend's shoulder and look straight down into my spread open thighs. "Feel how she just clasps on to you and holds you in there so hot and firm, until you can hardly stand it."

I heard Walter gasp loudly as his cock continued to slowly move in and out between my labes.

"Oh, God!" Walter moaned.

"Reach down with your fingers, boy, and touch those pale thighs. Touch those hips, and that bulging abdomen, Walter," Des said quietly. "Feel how tight that white abdomen is around the squirming lump just under the skin?"

Once again, Walter groaned as he continued to pump his dick in and out of my pussy.

"That's special, boy, she's pregnant with a black baby, and you're not altogether certain that it's not your baby, are you, Walter?

I heard Walter groan loudly as his dick pushed in deeply to pack himself deep within my pussy. 

"What do think, boy? Ain't she something? There's a little baby girl inside of Thea right now--a nappy haired little half black baby doll that just might be your daughter, bro," Des murmured. "Wouldn't that be something?"

"Ummmph," Walter grunted. Suddenly beads of sweat popped out on his forehead, his face and chest. Then he threw his head back and opened his mouth in ecstasy. "Aaaww, God-damn!" Walter squealed out loud.

My black partner came hard inside of me. Between my thighs, I felt the pulsating of Walter's black cock ejaculating a hard spurt of sperm laden semen directly into my cunt.

"That's right, dawg," Des murmured. "White men all over the world are gonna hate the sight of that big black cock ripping into that soft white pussy." 

"Oohhh," his words came out in an ecstatic wheeze. "Oh, my Gawd!"

And I could feel the exquisite sensation of his dick continuing to pump a flurry of flowing semen into my sensitive cunt.

"That's how it works, dawg," Des said, grinning at his friend and me. "That's how the little bitch got pregnant in the first place."

Later on, I balanced myself carefully atop Walter's body, my front to his front, and Walter's nice long dick thoroughly squeezed inside my vagina. On his knees behind me, I could feel Des slowly using his fingers to lube up my ass. Then, very gently, Des replaced his probing fingers with a probe of a whole different sort.

I could tell Walter was uncomfortable about sharing his bed and his woman with another man. Since Des and R.J. had been cell mates, their proximity to each other during our little three ways body trysts were very natural to the two of them. But I guess Walter wanted this experience just as much as Des did.

And besides, there's something about being the center of attention that liberates a woman sexuality. I wanted this as much as both of these black lads did.

Even though he'd climaxed in me twice before, Walter came fairly quickly. Des told him to stay inside of me until both Des and I came. I had an incredible orgasm right after that. Then, after what seemed like hours of his thick cock shoving in and out of my ass, Desmond came.

Dazed and fatigued, I lay between the two of them like the crème filling to an Oreo cookie. I turned my head to the side, still not quite able to see Des, but I knew he was all over me.

"Well," I asked him. "Did you get what you wanted?"

"I think this was a good start," Des replied.

I read the article as I waited for my appointment at the phlebotomist station waiting to get my blood drawn: "At seven months of pregnancy, your baby weighs more than 2 pounds and looks more like a newborn. His body is well formed. Fingernails are starting to cover his fingertips. He can now open and close his eyes and may turn toward a source of bright light."

Or she as the case may be, I thought.

The article then went on to give some pointers about sex during the later stages of pregnancy.

"Try these few tips: Sit on him either facing him or with your back towards him or straddling one of his legs, again with your back towards him. Or try lying on your side with him spooning you. I've found that position to be the most comfortable and it allows you to have both hands free as well. If this does not work try what has worked forever--the old fashion doggy style."

I had a hard time concentrating. My baby girl had begun to tumble and play inside--possibly inviting all of her mates in for a rough and tumble indoors.

"A small percentage of women get something called supine hypertensive syndrome during pregnancy. When they lie on their backs, they get a change in heart rate and blood pressure that makes them feel dizzy until they change position. You might also note that you get dizzy if you stand up too quickly, too. To avoid getting the spins, move slowly as you go from lying down to sitting and then standing."

That's been happening to me. When they drew my blood I felt faint. This has been happening to me lately.

But the real news is that my bank co-worker and dear younger friend, Marie, and packed off and left her husband of ten years to move in with her black lover, Titus. She told me that she had to, because she was pregnant, and she was pretty damn sure that this was Titus's baby. She's been over to my place a few times to play with my granddaughter, Darcie, and her little brother, my son, Kane Michael. 

Marie understands that Darcie is my granddaughter by Desmond and my daughter, Shaleen, and that Kane is my biological son by the same man, Des. I had to get over a twinge of unexpected jealousy--it's a natural reaction to someone my age and of my generation--when Titus decided to share Marie sexually with Des and the other man in my life, R.J. But as they always say, "What's sauce for the goose, is sauce for the gander."

Marie's particular gander had already sauced her up plenty as Titus has spent the past five or six weeks fucking her just about every night--probably more since she moved in with him last week. Titus felt that he owed Des and R.J. an opportunity to sauce Marie, since Des and R.J. had shared their own little goose [me!] with him and his friend, Walter.

Marie tells me that she's pretty certain that even though she's been fucked by Walter as well, this baby is going to come out looking like Titus. She's also told me that leaving her racist husband was one of the best things she's ever done for herself--next to giving herself physically to Titus.

Anyway, I marching into my thirty-first week as an expectant mother/expectant grandma--and I have to tell you, I still enjoy the sex enormously. 

I just wish I had more energy.

My little Easter present, Sienna Louise Tolliver, arrived early Monday morning at 1:56 AM weighing in at 8 pounds 13 ounces (or approx 0.63 stone); she was a tad over 48 cm long (or a little over 18 inches); and boy, does my sweety look exactly like her black father! Anybody who has seen her and R.J. Tolliver together just smile and shake their head approvingly.

Except, of course, where R.J.'s skin color is a rich chestnut brown, Sienna is sort of a red cinnamon and sugar color. However, my nurse reminded me that her skin tone will become less reddish in color as the days go by.

I was in labor for over four hours. Well, that's if you don't count the eleven hours plus that I had an excruciating backache. I started having terrible back pains all through our Easter ham dinner, but I told everyone it was nothing. The lads finally forced me to go to hospital after eleven o'clock PM Easter Sunday night. I was tired and cranky and hideous--my guys tell me I wasn't any of the above, but they're both terrible liars.

The actual labor went relatively smooth. Apparently, Sienna was more than ready to leave mommy's tummy.

R.J.'s mother, Judy, has been very outspoken about how this relationship has been nothing but bad for her son and the rest of her family. However, she traveled the hour and a half by train to see the baby. The first words out of Judy's mouth were: "Isn't she precious?" I don't think we have to worry about Grandma not taking to her granddaughter. 

As for R.J., he couldn't be more pleased. He's been beaming for hours now. And he just stares at his daughter and talks and smiles and coos and is making an endearing ass of himself, God love 'im!

Marie and Titus came up to see the baby and me. Marie is just starting to show around the belly, but I sense she couldn't be happier. This will be her first child. Titus, of course, is quick to point out that whether her divorce is final or not, we all know that the father of Marie's baby was definitely not her white husband. "He had almost ten years to get her up the duff, and he totally mucked it up." Titus bragged to everyone that, in a matter of a couple of weeks, he'd accomplished what they couldn't do in some ten years of trying. I watched Marie stare at my newborn daughter with a little bit of awe and just a tinge of apprehension. I could read her mind that she too would experience her baby coming into the world bearing the same biracial coloration as mine. 

To say she was anxious was an understatement.

First thing this morning, Desmond's mother, Coral, and his sister, Rosalyn, stopped up to see the baby as well. I think they wanted to see if maybe this child was Des's as well. Of course, as soon as they saw her, they knew she wasn't. 

My little girl has an appetite, just like her brother. She took to my breast within seven hours of trying, and, of course, since I still breast feed Kane Michael, I already had milk flowing for her.

I'm tired, of course. My two lads bought me this little laptop to write on, but I can only stand to work on this keyboard for a little while, until I can't sit any more. All the rest of you ladies know the discomfort and soreness I'm feeling.

A few weeks later, we spent close to an hour on the train ride out of town. Desmond took my biracial granddaughter, Darcie, to see her white mother, Shaleen, who is still incarcerated in prison. R.J. and I went along to handle the other two children. 

We'd already started referring to her as "Aunt Shaleen" in front of Kane Michael, even though all of us knew that he was really Shaleen's half brother by her mother. Of course, he was Darcie's half brother by my grandbaby's father, Des.




Sweet Potato



This time "Aunt Shaleen" was going to meet her infant half sister, Sienna Louise--her half sister again by her mother--but Sienna's father was a bit younger even than the man who fathered Shaleen's baby girl by close to seven years. Sound complicated? Yeah, I suppose it does. To top it all off, Sienna's father is a good seventeen years younger than the baby's mother--that's me, by the way. I'll be forty-two in June, while R.J. is just about to turn twenty-five.

That makes the father of my baby girl a mere six years older than my oldest daughter or my baby daughter's older sister. Wait, now I'm getting confused.

Shaleen was much calmer about meeting this baby, than she was the last one. I think it was because this time there was no mother/daughter rivalry over the baby's father. It had been rough on us that first time. After all, her Des was the man who had impregnated both of us. 

"She certainly looks healthy enough, Mom." Shaleen put out her hands. "Can I hold her?"

"She doesn't seem to have a problem taking to my breast," I replied, giving the baby over to her grown up sister.

"Yeah," R.J. said, grinning like a fool. "She takes after her father in that respect."

"Hush, you!" I wanted to laugh, but my loins hurt. I'm still sore, and still being careful about pulling the last few stitches left from my delivery incisions. I hope the stitches will be dissolving in the next few weeks.

Quite frankly, I think my guys hope that I'll heal as quickly as I did last time, so we can resume our sex life together. However, Des and Shaleen were about to solve his and her particular sexual problem this afternoon.

I figured I'd have to find the strength in me to give R.J. a decent blowjob. He deserved it. He'd been one very patient new father when it came to sex. Maybe in the next couple of weeks, things would go back to normal.

As it was, we took the two toddlers and our baby over to the vending machines in the common waiting area, while the two of them were allowed a fifteen minute conjugal visit. 

Funny, I thought, somebody might ask: "What did you do this weekend, Thea?" 

"Oh, I fed candy to two biracial kids, and breastfed a third biracial baby, while one of my baby's black fathers and I sat and talked over in the prison waiting room. We were just waiting around for a different black man to finish fucking my nineteen year old daughter. You know, a typical suburban Saturday. How was your weekend?"

Finally, Desmond came strutting out of the secure area.

"Well," R.J. said. "You look relieved to say the least."

Des smiled. "Let's just say I feel pretty good. C'mon let's get out of here." He picked up Darcie, and she offered him four fingers full of gooey chocolate.

"Ooo, sticky!"

We could tell by his mannerisms that he had something to tell us. Once we left the building he announced: "You know how they officially suggested that I bring condoms along for birth control." 

The prison system wanted to save money by only giving women prisoners birth control pills only if they needed the hormones to regulate their menstrual cycles. Prisoners who wanted birth control for conjugal visits were encouraged to have their mates bring another form of protection.

"Yes, what of it?"

"Shaleen didn't want me to use any birth control at all," he replied. "She says that by the time she's ready to get out, she wants to be seven or eight months along."

R.J. whistled softly.

"She also wants to get married," Des said. "She says it will take some doing to make an honest woman out of her, but she'd like to try. I-I haven't given her my final answer yet, but I suspect we're going to get married."

"Oh, my God," I murmured. "Congratulations!"

"Of course, if we do get married, Shaleen's got to understand that occasionally--" He stopped talking.

R.J. just smiled knowingly, but I had to ask. "What? Occasionally what?"

"Well...uhh, occasionally I'd still feel the need to fuck my mother."

"Oh," I said. "Is that all?"

"C'mon let's go to the pub," R.J. said. "I'll buy."

"We'd better take him up on that," Des replied. "That offer will never happen again."

"I've gotta start making plans for your Bachelor Party, Des," R.J. said as we boarded the bus back to town. "I know who to invite. And we can save money on strippers by having Thea provide the entertainment."

"Oh, funny man." I growled. "You belong on the telly."

I am healing quite nicely from my daughter's delivery, but I still have a couple of weeks to go before my maternity leave ends. Still I wanted to go into the bank and show my co-workers my little baby daughter, Sierra Louise Tolliver.

She's just over a month old and, unlike the little fireballs that her brother, Kane Michael, and her "sister," Darcie, can be, Sienna is a quiet little thing with a wonderful temperament. Needless to say she's won the heart of both her young twenty-five year old father, R.J. and of his mother as well. Judy barely tolerates me since R.J.'s mother and I are nearly the same age. Judy's already forty-two years old, while I'm going to turn forty-two in two months.

I know you folks in the U.S. are about to celebrate Mother's Day, but here in the U.K. it's already past. Mother's Day was March the sixth this year. Anyway, that particular holiday got me to thinking that come March of next year R.J. will be giving his forty-three year old mother a little Mother's Day gift, and he will give the forty-two year old mother of his baby daughter a small Mother's Day gift as well. Ironic isn't it?

But let's get back to my visit to the bank. My lads were at home sleeping as they still have to work the overnight shift at the electronic parts factory. Most of my co-workers were pretty nice about seeing Sienna--of course, that probably is more due to Sienna's friendliness than to their liking of me. Still everyone was quite pleasant and civilized as I brought all three of my biracial children into the bank.

However, I got the surprise of my life, when I was showing my baby off at the bank. In walked my youngest lover, Jawad, and the most attractive dark skinned woman I'd ever seen in person. I gulped a small swallow.

My God, she must have been only fifteen or sixteen years old when she gave birth to Jawad some eighteen years ago. She couldn't have been more than her early to mid-thirties.

Jawad smiled and dragged her over to me to look at the baby. "Mother, this is Mrs. Dryor," he began. "One of my English language tutors."

That was fast thinking on Jawad's part. It sounded so much more civilized than saying to his mother and to all my co-workers that I was his forty-something Fuck Buddy.

Like I said his mother, Samina, looked to be in her early thirties, but she was the sexiest dark-skinned Pakistani woman I had ever seen. Samina looked down and fussed over little Sienna, and of course, my daughter ate all that attention up. If I could ever be jealous of a woman, it would be this beautiful lady with skin the color of a dark pecan or even a Brazil nut. 

God, would all my lads just love to fuck someone like her.

I could easily see where Jawad got his own handsome features. I always thought that he'd gotten his dark skin from his father, but now I saw that his skin color came from both his parents.

"Oh my! Your daughter's father is black?" Samina asked. 

I nodded. "I suppose it's rather obvious."

She smiled. "She-she's beautiful!"

Not as beautiful as you, I thought to myself. She had deep black and wide eyes that just about any woman would kill to have. They were as mysterious and fascinating as any man would want. No wonder I've been so attracted to your son, I thought. 

I would have expected to see her in a traditional Shalwar Kameez a sort of long and sexy pantsuit that the Pakistani's wear--frequently with a Dopatta scarf to cover her head. But Samina wore a flower print dress of white daisies and carnations matted on a red background. Her black hair shone straight and shiny like a model's hair.

Sigh! 

Yeah, and I was just an envious aviation blonde. You know, blonde on top, but with a black box down below.

We three talked pleasantries while Jawad and Samina took turns doing their banking. When Samina did her banking, I turned to Jawad and asked softly. "When are you coming over for some more tutoring?" 

His eyebrows went up. "When would be convenient?"

"Any time now," I answered. Maybe even tonight." My panties began to dampen over that thought.

He nodded. "That would be great. I'll call and set up an appointment."

"You do that." Oh God, I wanted that boy even more than before.

At least I knew that Jawad probably had gotten his large and exquisite male package from his Sudanese father. By now my panties had become sticky, clinging like Velcro to my moist labial lips.

"Thea, remember your promise." He reached down and picked up Kane Michael who by this time was scooting all over the bank floor on all fours.

I raised my eyebrows. "Promise?" I played dumb, but knew exactly what he was talking about.

"I'll remind you tonight."

I swallowed back a small gulp. Samina was done with her business. "Come on, Jawad, we should go. I'm very happy to have met you, Mrs. Dryor."

"Just Thea, please," I responded. "I hope we can see more of each other."

She smiled a forced smile. "Let's go, Jawad." 

As they left the bank, I watched them through the front window. Suddenly Samina smacked Jawad hard on the arm. I didn't hear what she said, but somehow I could guess. Her face was contorted in anger. Apparently she read right through our body language. 

That night, when Jawad came over to my house, I wanted to ask him why his mother had slapped him, but I could tell that he didn't want to talk about it. So we didn't really talk at all. In fact, it was merely a matter of minutes before he tried to release his erected cock from the confines of his pants.

"Do you have the strength to suck me off?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart," I whispered. "Strip down all the way."

As I took his naked cock in my hands, he asked, "Are you okay with this? I mean do you think you've healed enough?"

I smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna be fine."

I opened my lips and received his large dark cock. Almost immediately, he rapidly sucked his breath as my mouth ran up and down the length of his cock, my tongue wrapping itself around his girth.

He grinned. "God, I've missed this."

I backed off from his cock. "What have you been doing in the meantime? Haven't you found another girl?"

"Thea, you're my only lover."

"What?"

"Did you think I'd betray you?"

I sighed. "Oh, Jawad."

My hands went to work on the shaft, stroking the skin lightly and pulling on the foreskin to expose the sensitive tip, and then wrapping my tongue around the exposed glans. While all this was going on, my lips the spread the moist saliva around the organ as my head bobbed up and down. What was even more amazing was that it actually expanded in my mouth even more as I took it deeper.

I looked up and saw Jawad trembling, exhilarated by my cock-sucking. After a few more minutes of it, he moved my head from his cock and motioned me to lie down on the floor.

"Stop, Thea, please. We've got to exercise the promise."

"Promise?" I echoed.

"Your next baby will be mine."

I sighed and shook my head. "You men have all got one track minds." 

He then positioned himself over me, holding my hands over my head with one hand, and holding his wet dick with the other.

"I have to fuck you now," Jawad murmured, as he skittered his body over me. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. He kissed me hard on the lips again and then pushed his cock in.

I hadn't quite expected the fullness that shot through my nether regions as he entered me, causing me to gasp. To be honest, I wasn't quite as healed as I thought I was. The force of his cock got pushed inside to the extreme. 

I cried out.

Yet, within seconds I realized that it didn't really hurt that bad. In fact, after a few seconds, the hurt felt good--oh, it felt really, really good. With a few more thrusts, I found the rhythm and matched his thrusts with my own.

He was gentle, yet firm. Eager, yet controlled.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasped. "This is incredible! Oh God, Jawad, please fuck me," I repeated over and over. "Fuck me, baby."

"Baby," he gasped. "That's more like it!"

"What?"

"Thea, take my baby!"

Suddenly Jawad flipped me over, pulled me to my knees, and took me from behind. I dug my hands into the floor pillow as he reached around and touched my clit. I screamed and moaned uncontrollably as the new sensation was rippling through my body, and imprinting itself on my very essence. 

I reached back with one hand and my palm rubbed against my clit as his hands played with my sensitive breasts, and once in a while he would guide the rubbing motion of my palm as he bit into the tender flesh on my neck.

"Cum for me, Thea, cum if you can," he purred. "Because I'm planning on letting my dick climax right inside of you."

That was all I could take as first my orgasm started rippling its way up through me, and then he loosed his spurting semen directly into me. The combination sent me over the edge. I moaned, screamed, squealed, and whimpered along with him as both our orgasms burst through both our loins, enveloping each other's genitals with our exquisite wetness.

He splashed into me, pushing me down onto the bed, pressing into me, loving me and relishing me. I savored his touch, and his love, and it made me weep into the sheets from sheer pleasure.

I managed to regain my composure as he removed my cuffs, and I turned around to kiss him again.

"You're crying." He wiped the tears from my eyes and looked pensive. "Are you okay?" 

"Mm-hmm. I hadn't remembered it being this good."

We curled into each other's arms and cuddled, his flaccid dick nudging against my wet pussy. I held on, loving the experience, and loving him.

"Thea," he murmured.

"Hmmm?" 

"Can we do it again?" 



Sweet Procrastination



"Okay," Scott Anderson murmured as he confirmed the address on the mailbox against the handwritten note he held in his left hand. In his right was the English term paper, the deadline for which was just about an hour earlier. Twenty-eight minutes had passed since he asked—actually, he begged—Professor Wright's assistant to divulge the anal-retentive pompous ass's home address. And now here he was standing in front of Wright's beautiful home, prepared to grovel or do almost anything to avoid getting a zero on this assignment, which was a full fifty percent of his grade. Wright never accepted any late work, but Scott's college future depended on the professor making an exception.

He rushed up the walk to the front door, carrying the eight-page paper, which he had freshly printed just forty minutes before. Sure, he was given plenty of time to complete the assignment, and yes, he had procrastinated as he always did, and no, he probably didn't deserve an extension, even a thirty minute one. But he needed it. His parents would kill him, or even worse, stop sending him money. He took a deep breath and practiced his plea in his head.

'Professor Wright, I know you have a policy against accepting work after the deadline, but I really have a good excuse. Last night I got a call telling me that my father was in an accident...'

Fuck that sucks. He'll never buy that.

'...um, I was rushed to the hospital because I had this case of... flesh eating bacteria and...'

That's just stupid. Stick with the truth and beg. Okay...

He took a deep breath and knocked quietly. He waited for thirty seconds and then knocked louder. There was no answer, no sound coming from inside the house. After another few seconds, Scott spotted the doorbell and pressed it once, then waited and pressed it twice and waited again. He closed his eyes while running his hands over his face, sweaty due in part to his worry, but mostly from the searing ninety-degree Florida heat. But still there was no answer. He rang the bell once more, stared down at the flagstone porch, and sighed in defeat.

Scott moved along the front of the house to a window and cupped his hand over the glass to peer inside. He looked around the living room and found it empty. He continued to the side of the house, being careful to avoid crumpling his work as his stress level continued to climb. As he rounded the corner, he heard the soft sounds of music coming from the backyard.

When he reached the fence, he saw a woman sunbathing near the pool in a large cushioned lounge chair. She appeared to be in her early forties, and her eyes were closed. She wore a bright white bikini, which appeared to not nearly be up to the task of covering her full breasts. Her long, dark brown hair accented her attractive face. She was breathtaking, and for a moment Scott forgot all about the paper or Professor Wright or college or his parents or any of it.

As he stood there staring, his young hormones burst into action. He was quickly and painfully reminded of how long it had been since he'd last had sex. That one-night stand romp after a night of drinking was amazing—well, at least what he could remember of it seemed like a good memory. And now, here he was with a month left before the end of the spring semester. He preferred not to do the math and figure out how many weeks—or even worse, days—it had been since someone else had participated in one of his orgasms.

Scott's eyes traveled from the woman's cleavage to her shapely hips and followed her toned legs down to her perfect ankles and, finally, to her tiny feet. He liked women's feet. Maybe not to the point of being a fetishist, but he was a big fan.

He stood there with his eyes wide open as the sweat pooled on his forehead. He was too preoccupied to notice when the perspiration slid down his face toward his chin. He finally felt it as it dangled there, threatening to jump. Almost in slow motion, he tilted his head down and watched the droplet as it careened toward his cover page. He reflexively tried to move the paper out of the way, but he was too late. The large drop splashed on the cover page, smudging the title and most of his last name.

"Fuck," he said as he proceeded to shake the paper dry.

The woman's eyes shot open as she discovered the source of the expletive.

Scott looked up to her with an apologetic smile. "I... I'm sorry to bother you, but I was, uh..." His gaze once again became lost in her cleavage, and he tore his eyes away.

She sat up in her chair and gave him a curious smile. "Are you looking for Ted?"

He looked back to her. "Yes, I'm looking for Professor Wright. I'm a student in his English class."

"Sorry, I'm afraid you just missed him."

Scott closed his eyes and sighed.

She stood and approached the fence with a cheery smile. Scott wore a frown even though now, with the woman standing, her breasts looked even more impressive. His eyes floated to them and then quickly returned to her face.

"I'm Ted's wife, Rebecca. He won't be back until later this evening."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Scott—Scott Anderson—and I was hoping to drop off this paper that's due today."

Rebecca gave him a disapproving stare. "Now, didn't you miss the deadline?"

He grimaced and then stammered, "My printer ran out of ink and I had to run to the library to print it. I... I... had to wait for a computer. That's why I was late. I'm so sorry, I—"

She continued on with her stone-like glare. "My husband doesn't allow any excuses. If you're late, you get no credit, if I'm not mistaken."

He sighed. "I know... I know that's his policy, but I was going to beg him. If I get an F on this paper, I'm going to fail the class... and if I fail this class, my parents are going to stop paying for college, and I—"

Rebecca shook her head with a frown as he stared up to her with sad, desperate eyes. Her expression shifted into a smile. "I'm kidding with you."

"Thank God." He took a deep breath and gave her a hopeful look.

"It'll be our little secret. I can slip the paper right in with his stack. He'll never know."

"You're saving my life. I don't know what to—"

"Just give it to me, and I'll take care of it."

Scott handed over the paper, and she took a quick glance. "Oh, the cover is smudged. That's going to cost you a letter grade. Ted can be sort of anal retentive about these kinds of things."

"I can deal with loosing a letter grade."

"Why should you, when we can easily print you a new page? You want to come in and use the computer?"

"I'd really appreciate it."

Rebecca smiled as she opened the gate for Scott. "Follow me."

She turned and his eyes instantly locked onto her shapely ass. He had seen firsthand Professor Wright flirting with some of the female students in class, and he shook his head in disbelief. He thought, If I had a wife at home like this, I wouldn't be looking at any other women. I'd be running home during lunch to do all kinds of things to her.

She grabbed the sheer cover-up from the lounge chair, slipped it over her shoulders, and then led him into the house.

Inside, Scott was impressed with the décor of the upscale residence. Rebecca stopped in the gourmet kitchen and turned to him with a smile. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you."

Rebecca headed toward the refrigerator, and Scott stared mesmerized at her legs as she walked gracefully away.

"Are you sure? I'm going to have some lemonade." She opened the refrigerator door and bent down to pull open the fruit drawer. His mouth shot open when her cover-up lifted up, exposing a gorgeous view of her perfect heart-shaped ass.

"Um, well..." Scott stammered as blood began heading to his groin. "It is hot. I could use a drink."

She pulled a lemon from the drawer, turned to him and smiled.

"Why don't you use the computer while I get the drinks?" She pointed to a doorway. "It's through there, in the den. You know what to do, right?"

"Thank you."

Scott headed toward the computer as Rebecca placed the lemon on the cutting board and pulled a knife from the drawer.

He sat down in the large leather chair and adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his shorts. He gazed impressed at the mahogany desk and shelves lined with hundreds of books. Scott glanced at a picture on the desk of Ted and Rebecca in formalwear. Ted had a goofy look on his face, but she looked gorgeous.

He muttered to himself, "Wow."

Tearing his eyes from the photo, he fired up the computer. He typed and formatted his cover page in the word processor and clicked the print button. As the page slipped into the tray, Rebecca walked through the doorway carrying two glasses. She handed Scott his glass.

"Thank you," He took a quick sip and placed the glass on the desk. He turned and picked up his freshly-printed cover page. He glanced back to her shyly. "Do you have one of those staple remover things?"

"Here, I'll do it for you. I used to be an office manager, but I'm working on my real estate license now."

He smiled. "There's a lot of money to be made there."

"I hope so," she said as she took the pages from him.

He watched as she reassembled his document, catching a quick glance of her cleavage as her cover-up spread open near her neck.

When she was finished, she glanced around the cluttered desk until she located the professor's briefcase. Rebecca pulled it up to the desk, opened it, and looked inside to find a folder full of student papers.

"Here's the stack." She smiled. "I'll just slip it in the middle. He'll never even know."

They shared a grin. She moved to sit in the chair across from him and took a sip of her lemonade.

He took another drink and smiled. "This is delicious. Thank you. Oh, and I really appreciate you letting me use the computer and—"

"Don't mention it. Any student of Ted's is..." Her face contorted, and she qualified that thought with an angry edge to her voice. "Well not any student."

Scott gave her a curious stare.

She took a sip. "He's been known to get a little too close to some of his female students. The pretty ones mostly."

"Huh," Scott muttered while wearing a guilty look. She eyed him curiously as he took another big sip of lemonade.

"Is he tough on you in class?"

"Well, not really. I mean he seems to single me out and ridicule me for no real reason, but maybe he's just trying to get me to do my best work."

"No, he's an ass," she said, casually.

He looked at her, shocked.

Rebecca asked, "Have you noticed anyone in particular that he's been giving any extra special attention to in your class?" She moved to the edge of her seat.

"Well, um, no, not that... uh..."

"Scott, come on. You can tell me. You do kind of owe me one. You should tell me the truth."

"No, I mean there's nothing to tell, really. Sure he's a little nicer to the attractive girls, but I wouldn't say that, uh, anyone..." He began to stammer as Rebecca gave him a tired look. "Okay, maybe Brittany or, possibly, there's this girl named Ashley. He seems to treat them both a little differently...sort of."

"Would that be Ashley Jones?"

"Yeah."

Her words dripped with anger. "I know all about Ashley."

Scott's eyes widened. "Really? I used to date Ashley. Well, I mean, we went out, like, twice, but after that, she was always busy or... That was a few months ago."

"Sorry to hear that. Did you two stop seeing each other around Spring Break?"

"Yeah, I think it was late March."

"That's when she started emailing him," Rebecca said.

"You don't think she and Professor Wright are, you know—" Scott asked with his heart sinking in his chest.

"Oh, I know they are," Rebecca replied quickly.

"You saw them together?"

"No, but I installed this keystroke capture software on his computer and found out his email password."

"I'm sure she's just got a crush on him or something, and he's not dumb enough to act on it or anything."

"It's a little more than a crush." Rebecca frowned, stood, and moved to the computer. "Let me show you the emails."

"I, uh..." he stammered, but she leaned over him and began typing on the keyboard. He lost his train of thought as he felt the heat from her body pouring onto him. She clicked the mouse, and her forearm brushed his shoulder.

"Sorry," she muttered.

He glanced at where their skin had touched, half-expecting to see a red mark. Then his eyes traveled to her cleavage. He stared for a moment before closing his eyes and drinking in the scent of her sunscreen mixed with the intoxicating fragrance of her shampoo.

When his gaze floated up to Rebecca's face, he caught her glancing out of the corner of her eye at him. She looked away quickly, but he could swear he saw a grin replace her frown just before she did. Leaning just a little closer to her, he took another deep breath and felt that familiar rush of heat to his groin. Then he noticed Rebecca struggling with the mouse as she tried to move the pointer across the screen.

Scott sprung into action spotting the cord trapped under the keyboard. Reaching out, he freed it for her. "There... that was, uh, stuck."

He turned his eyes to her and caught her staring down at the bulge in his shorts. She must have felt his eyes on her because she quickly looked up at the screen.

"Oh, thank you," she muttered as she fanned her hand in front of her face.

Rebecca shook her head and returned her focus to the computer as his glance traveled back to her cleavage. His mind drifted away somewhere with the two of them wearing much less clothing.

She clicked on an email and blurted out, "Ah, here it is."

Scott's eyes shot open as the sound of her voice brought him back to Earth. "What?"

"I found it."

"Oh, I'm sure that they're just friends, and he—"

She shot him a smug look. "Do your women friends ever send you close-up pictures of their pussies?"

On the PC, a full-screen picture appeared of a young woman with her legs spread and a tightly-zoomed image of her perfectly coiffed pubic hair over her stunning vagina.

Scott stared at the screen, mesmerized.

Rebecca repeated harshly, "Do they?"

He tore his eyes from the monitor and stammered, "Well, I, uh, don't really have a lot of women friends, so I couldn't say for—"

He stopped talking when she turned to glare at him. Rebecca rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the computer screen. She closed the image and scrolled up to the message. "Let me read it to you. 'Teddy I need you inside me...again. I'm waiting. Why can't you come over tonight? I'm so sad.'"

"Mrs. Wright, I'm sorry. I, uh..."

"No, I'm sorry that he probably stole her from you."

"Are you sure that's my Ashley? I think there are two Ashley Joneses in the senior class, and I really don't recognize the picture of her." She didn't reply. Instead she searched for another email message as he continued, "We never actually... Not that I could probably pick a vagina out of a lineup or anything, but—"

After opening another message, she clicked on a picture attachment. "Is this her?"

An image of Ashley, Scott's Ashley, appeared on the screen. His eyes went quickly from her face to her B-cup, perky, fully-exposed breasts, as she was topless. He ran his hands through his hair. "Fuck me."

Scott sat there with his mouth wide open, overwhelmed by his own disappointment until he picked up the devastated look on Rebecca's face. "Sorry. Gee. I mean, this is much more horrible for you... I barely know the girl, but this is your husband. I feel like a—"

"Don't worry about it. It's shocking when you learn that the person you love is having sex with someone else. It's even more shocking when you find out he's doing it over and over, and you have to move from college to college, and he swears it will never happen again... And like an idiot, you believe him."

"I don't know what to say." Scott looked back to the picture on the desk of Ted and Rebecca and shook his head in disgust. "Ashley... I don't... what does she see in him?" He sighed once again and then made eye contact with Rebecca. "I didn't mean that. I mean, he's a little too old for her, I guess."

Rebecca scoffed. "No, I'm with you... what does she see in him? Let me read you this one."

Uncomfortable, he stared at the screen as she closed the picture and read the email. "'I need you to lick my pussy exactly like you did last night.'"

She turned to him, paused while just staring, and then said, "He never, ever licks my pussy."

Scott opened his mouth to speak, decided he had nothing to offer, and then simply shrugged.

"I take that back. Maybe he did once, like five years ago, but he claims he doesn't like to do it. Something about a pain in his jaw or... I don't know."

He shook his head before moving his hand to his chin. He began rubbing it while wearing a confused stare. "I had no idea he was—"

"Evidently he can't pull his tongue from between Ashley's thighs, but mine... he never gets close. And I can tell you, getting a Brazilian wax every three weeks is no picnic."

"I'll bet."

She moved back to the chair and picked up her lemonade.

Scott stared at her for an awkward moment. "Thanks again for helping me, and I'm sorry about... you know. You are way more attractive than Ashley. And she's not all that bright, and you really blow her away, looks wise. I'm serious... Not to mention your body is, uh..."

Rebecca grinned at him with her eyes wide as she pushed her hair away from her face self-consciously.

Scott cleared his throat. "Sorry, that was completely inappropriate."

"No, it was nice to hear." Her eyes traveled down his face to the curve of his shoulder to his toned bicep as it tested the tight band of the sleeve of his polo shirt.

He pulled at his collar nervously. "It's really hot in here. Are you hot, because I'm hot."

"No, but I'm just wearing a swim suit, so... Would you like to cool off in the pool?"

He sat up straight in the chair. "Oh, no, but thanks. I really should go."

"Come on, it's like a hundred degrees out there."

"I don't really have a bathing suit or anything and—"

"I'll loan you one of Teddy's. It's one he's never worn. His tiny penis has never been inside of it, I promise."

"No, it's not that. I just, uh..."

"I insist. He won't be back for hours. I did help you with your paper. It's the least you could do. I was about to go for a swim anyway." She whispered, "It's not safe to swim by yourself."

"Oh, yeah... I think I heard that somewhere. The buddy system."

She smiled. "Right. The buddy system. Okay, yeah."

Rebecca shot out of her seat. "I'll be right back with the suit." She headed out of the room.

Rebecca waited in the pool as Scott stood in the den and stared at the swim trunks while still wearing all his clothes. He opened the wood blinds a bit and glanced out to the pool to see Rebecca floating on her back with her large, full breasts bouncing out of the water.

"Shit, what the hell am I doing?"

He sat down in the desk chair, moved his hands to his face, leaned back, and took a long, deep breath.

"Okay, just a swim. A quick swim and then I'll get out of here."

He stripped off his clothes and stared down to his penis, which was a bit more swollen than normal. "Don't do this to me. Stay down."

He pulled up the swim trunks over his now even-larger bulge and shook his head with a frown. "I can do this."

Scott walked out to the patio with one hand draped casually over his groin. Rebecca watched him closely while wearing a slight smile as he made his way to the edge of the pool.

"How's, uh, the water?" he muttered.

"Invigorating."

He returned an uncomfortable smile as he stood on the edge and stared down at her.

She squinted up to him while shielding her eyes from the blaring sun. "Are you coming in?"




Sweet Procrastination



"Sure. Yeah."

Scott paused a moment while still covering up his aroused state and then quickly jumped in the pool. He allowed his body to slip down to the bottom of the deep end as if to baptize him of any past or future sins. The cool water felt amazing on his skin. He opened his eyes and spotted Rebecca treading water above him as he used his hands to remain submerged in the eight-foot depth.

He was truly scared to come up as he struggled to hold his breath.

After twenty seconds, desperate for oxygen, he propelled himself quickly back to the surface. He panted like he'd just run a mile as he shook the water from his hair and glanced around the pool searching for Rebecca, but she was nowhere to be found. A moment later, she came up out of the water near the steps and climbed out of the pool.

Scott watched her breathlessly as the water clung to and shimmered against her tight body. Rebecca reached back and pulled the bikini bottoms out of the flawless cheeks of her ass. His cock hardened completely and strained against the tight swim trunks as his eyes remained glued to her body.

"Oh my God..." he muttered softly.

She turned back and smiled to him. "You want a raft?"

He glanced into the pool at his problem area and then quickly shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm fine here."

Rebecca carried a raft down the steps and slipped onto it, floating on her stomach with her head hanging lazily off the end. She gazed at Scott for a moment and then used her hands to spin away from him. He stared at her full breasts as they spilled out the side of her bikini top, now crushed as her body pressed into the float.

He exhaled and stared, dizzied, as his eyes drifted once again to her ass and then down her shapely legs. God, he wanted to touch her!

She called out, "Scott, do you have a girlfriend now?"

"Not at the current, uh... I mean no."

"An attractive guy like you?"

He gave her an awkward smile and replied sarcastically, "Shocking isn't it?"

They shared a chuckle.

He turned to look away from her and adjust his still-crowded trunks. Rebecca closed her eyes as she enjoyed the gentle motion of the waves while floating inadvertently toward him. He slipped under the water for a moment before coming up and taking a deep breath. Scott turned back toward Rebecca just as her float was six inches from his face. He stood still, almost paralyzed, as the pool current sent her drifting even closer to him, as if it were destined.

Her eyes remained closed, and he stared at her while parting his lips and holding his breath as she closed the gap between them. A moment later, her lips were nearly on his. He panicked and moved his hand to the raft. Her eyes shot open, startled, and she fell off the float, launching it out of the water and behind her.

Instinctively he scooped her into his arms. "Sorry, I, uh—"

"No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"I was looking and didn't warn you. It's my fault."

She moved her lips to his, and they shared a gentle kiss. Rebecca wrapped her arms around him tightly and pulled him close. She felt his hardness press against her stomach. She pulled her lips from his, stared into his eyes, and gasped. Her pussy tingled with anticipation as she felt the heat rise from her.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. He moved his lips back to hers and slid his tongue gently into her mouth. His hands traveled down her back until they cupped her ass. She lifted her legs up around his waist, drawing her pussy over his covered erection.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his girth fighting to part her lips through the thin material of her suit. He groaned and kissed her more deeply. He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her higher until his mouth could reach her breasts. He sucked at the flesh there and tunneled his face into her bikini top as he fought to reach her nipple.

She cried out and wrapped her arms tightly around his head pulling him closer still. She felt his tongue lick her hardening nipple and wrapped her legs tighter around him as she struggled to climb higher. He draped one arm around her back to hold her steady as he curled the other under her thigh and lifted her further out of the water. He knelt down and moved his other arm under her thigh, lifting her out of the water more as he pressed his mouth to her stomach. He kissed and sucked her tender skin just a few inches from her pussy as she fought to move still higher and give him access to all of her.

Scott plunged his mouth below the surface of the water to press his tongue to her fabric-covered pussy.

"Oh, yes..." she moaned.

Rebecca felt the raft bump her back as it floated up from behind her. She reached back and moved it into position, clutching the long side and securing it with both arms wrapped behind it. He pulled his head from the water and took a deep breath. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, both wearing a hungry stare. As if reading each other's thoughts, she lifted her legs up and onto his shoulders as he cupped the cheeks of her ass and helped her slip up onto the raft.

She lay back with her head halfway in the water as he moved his lips to her thighs and kissed her tenderly. He guided her legs apart and stared down to the outline of the lips of her pussy, hidden from him by the thin, wet fabric of her perfectly white bikini. He licked his lips with his eyes still locked on the crease in her suit. That was where he wanted to be.

Scott held her legs steady as the float rocked gently back and forth, and he kissed slowly down her thigh. She lifted her head and watched, mesmerized, as his lips neared her pussy. It had been too long since she had been pleasured orally. Way too long. Oh, how she wanted his tongue inside her, on her clitoris, under her pussy and everywhere she could imagine!

He placed his lips at the center of her spot, extended his tongue and pressed hard. Her eyes shut tight, and she put a white-knuckle grip on the sides of the raft while spreading her legs even further apart. Scott moved his tongue up and down her slit finally stopping and pressing it firmly over her clit.

Waves of pleasure shot through her loins. She wanted those damn bottoms off and his tongue on her. This wouldn't do.

"Yes, lick me, please!" she pleaded.

Scott moved to the side and tried to push his tongue under the bikini to her flesh, but her suit slipped back over her. She moaned in frustration. He buried his nose under her bikini and used it to drive the suit bottom aside. This succeeded and he pressed closer to her, this time the tip of his tongue entered her.

"Oh, yes..." Her eyes slowly melted closed.

He pushed his tongue in a little further and darted it up and down before her suit slipped back and covered her steaming flesh.

Her eyes shot open. "No..."

Rebecca pulled her right hand from the raft and moved it to her bikini bottoms, pulling them aside to expose the swollen, pink lips of her pussy. Scott stared down breathlessly for only a moment before returning to her.

Her eyes fluttered as he pushed his tongue inside her once again. He licked up and down, tasting her sweet juice. He moved his tongue up to her clit then back down to below her pussy then up and down once more before pressing it deep between her dripping wet folds.

He pulled up and panted. "God, you taste good!"

"Don't stop."

He closed his eyes and returned to work. She pulled her suit over more, and he licked her up and down once again. She spread her legs wider, and her hand slipped from the side of the raft. Her body slid backward, off the float and into the water. The float popped away from them both and he tumbled after her; both ending up completely submerged.

Rebecca felt his body alongside of her as she struggled to return to the surface. She reached for him, grasped his arm, and pulled him up. Together their heads came out of the water. They wiped their faces and stared at each other with their passion bubbling up between them. Then their serious expressions morphed into grins, and they broke into a chuckle.

"Let's get out of the pool," she said.

He nodded and followed her up the stairs and over to the lounge chair to retrieve her towel. Rebecca dried off quickly, tossed the towel to him and rushed toward the house, fumbling with her bikini top along the way. Scott bent down to dry his legs, and when he looked back to the house, she was gone. He rushed toward the open door.

He stepped into the house and looked around the room for some trace of her. There was nothing. He moved to the kitchen and then spotted her bikini top lying in the hall. He headed for it. He spun around in the foyer for his next clue and found it when he looked up the stairs. Her bikini bottoms were halfway up the second floor. He pulled his wet trunks down over his swollen cock and tossed them down before taking the stairs two at a time.

After looking in three rooms, he finally found Rebecca sitting on the edge of a large bed in an immaculately-decorated master bedroom. He stood in the doorway, panting, and held the doorframe to steady himself as he gazed at the beautiful site of this gorgeous older woman with a near-perfect body who clearly wanted him. She wanted him badly. Rebecca's eyes moved to his thick cock as it hung deliciously between his legs. She licked her lips and stared down at it breathlessly.

"Oh, there you are," he murmured.

"Lick me again."

He nodded and moved slowly to her with his eyes locked on her breasts. She spread her legs wide and he leaned over to suck her right breast. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her. He gnawed carefully at the pink hardened flesh of her nipple and then licked and sucked his way to the other.

"Oh, Scott."

His abdomen pressed between her legs and sent shivers through her loins. She gyrated her hips. Her soaking wet pussy juice doused his belly button. She wanted his tongue back inside her now. She pushed him down, driving his head between her legs. Rebecca curled her legs up to her breasts and wrapped one arm around them to hold them steady as he began slowly licking from the base of her pussy to her clit.

"Oh, yes... Fuck, yes," she said softly, and she returned her free hand to his wet hair and gripped it gently between her fingers as she guided him up and down.

Scott moved his hands under the cheeks of her ass and lifted her a bit higher. He placed his tongue just above her seam and drove it up until it slipped between her folds. She moved her hands under each of her knees and pulled them apart wide, opening up her wet hole to him. He leaned back and stared down eagerly to her glistening pussy for a moment as he savored the taste of her in his mouth. He licked his lips and then plunged his face back between her legs and pushed his tongue as far out of his mouth as he could and into her dripping cunt.

"Oh... I... please..." she stammered as she exhaled a long, slow breath.

He continued to squeeze the cheeks of her ass as he licked her harder and faster from the base of her pussy to her clit, over and over again.

Scott moved up and focused his oral attention directly on her swollen button as he slipped two fingers inside her pussy and slowly pushed them deep inside her.

"Yesssss."

He continued licking her clit and fucking her with two fingers as he peered up to catch her expression. He grinned as he spotted her face contorted with her eyes slammed shut. She was clearly enjoying this.

He went back to work, stimulating every part of her that he could. Scott glanced back to her face to find her eyes fluttering and her mouth opened wide. He knew she was close.

"Oh, yes... I... Touch me, yes," she whispered to him.

Scott pushed his fingers further into her and curled them to her G-spot. His pinky inadvertently pressed against her seam while his tongue lapped faster at her clit. Her mouth shot open as a huge climax rushed through her loins, starting in clitoris and getting stronger as the wave moved deeper inside of her.

"Oh, gaaaaad..." she cried out as a second orgasmic pulse rippled through her.

Rebecca moved her hand down to protect her sensitive clitoris from his attention and then rolled to the side and away from him. There, she struggled to recover from the intense pleasure. He stared at her shapely ass and moved his lips to gently kiss one cheek and then the other. She turned onto her stomach, and Scott gently parted her cheeks and slowly placed kisses all over her.

Rebecca sighed. She gripped the sheets firmly as her body melted with every brush of his lips. She was ready to please him now. She had to taste him, to feel the throbbing head of his cock fill her mouth, to run her tongue slowly up and down his shaft.

She slipped away from him, turned and knelt on the bed, staring at him while wearing a sexy grin. He was still kneeling on the floor and she used her finger to beckon him up to join her. Scott climbed onto the sheets, and her eyes locked on his thick—but now flaccid—cock. She took it in both hands and gently squeezed, feeling the weight of it and staring down, desperate to please him as he had pleased her.

She leaned down and took him between her lips. His eyes closed tightly. He groaned. She cupped his balls in one hand and held the base of his shaft with the other as her lips moved back and forth over his quickly hardening flesh. She pulled back and studied his magnificent cock closely and traced her finger along a large vein on the side. Rebecca grinned and swallowed before placing a tiny kiss on his swollen head.

She massaged his shaft with both hands as she placed full licks on the tip, and his cock quickly expanded to full size. Rebecca released him, and his cock stood tall and throbbed before her. She grinned proudly.

She slipped off the bed and knelt down where Scott was only moments before. She motioned for him to move to the end of the bed. He quickly met her there and placed his feet on the floor as he lay back on the sheets. She rested her elbows on his thighs and his cock still stood straight up. She watched closely as a large drop of precum appeared at the slit. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth as she watched hungrily as the drop slowly slid down to the ridge. She couldn't wait any longer and leaned in to take him back into her mouth. As she devoured him, he took a deep breath and shook his head, feeling nearly ready to pass out.

For more than two minutes, Rebecca worked her lips over him without taking a break, as he lay back flat and not moving a muscle. Then she pulled up, stared at his face and wiped her mouth. "Little Ashley doesn't know what she's missing."

He glanced up to her and smiled. He watched as she plunged her mouth over him, swallowing three quarters of his length with one motion. He moaned, "Oh..."

She continued to work up and down his shaft as she playfully teased his balls with her fingers. She got into a rhythm over him and felt more precum slide into her mouth. Rebecca moaned happily and moved her lips to the slit, sucking gently until she was rewarded once more. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she pulled away from him to savor the salty, manly taste of him.

He glanced up at her gratefully. Rebecca met his gaze. She stared into his eyes as she used her hands to spread his knees further apart. She grinned then slid down lower. She held his cock up as she extended her tongue to the base of his balls. She licked up to the ridge of his head and then back down. He watched her while not blinking once, dizzied and feeling like he could explode at any second.

"Rebecca," he whispered.

She cupped his balls in one hand and tongued them intensely while pumping his shaft slowly up and down. He drove his head back into the bed and stared up to the ceiling. Rebecca sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, and that pushed him to the brink. One last stroke with her fingers as she slipped them over the ridge, and he exploded into the air with a blast that landed on his abdomen. The second blast came back down on his shaft. She stoked him up and down while she continued tonguing his balls as a drop of semen leaked down to her lips. She sampled a bit on her tongue and allowed it to slip down her throat.

Rebecca used her hand to wipe his explosion away and then covered him once again with her lips. He craned his head up and stared at her, wide-eyed, as she swiped her tongue all over the super sensitive head of his still-throbbing cock.

"Oh..." he cried out as he felt her suck gently at his slit. She purred with delight when one last drop of cum shot into her waiting mouth.

She lifted her lips from him and their eyes met. They shared a satisfied grin. She glanced back to his penis and placed a tiny kiss on the head. "You're still hard."

He nodded. Rebecca climbed over him and brought her lips to his. They kissed passionately while she ground her hips down gently over his erection. Her slick pussy trapped his shaft, pressing it into his stomach. She moved back and forth, riding the rail of his slick erection as her juice flowed generously out of her.

Rebecca lifted her head up and closed her eyes. She slowly slipped back and forth over him, pressing down harder and feeling his thick cock parting wide the lips of her pussy. Scott reached up to massage her breasts. She moaned and reached back to caress his balls while pushing down still harder on him. She needed his cock inside her now, she could no longer wait.

Rebecca lifted up on her knees, and his erection leapt up to follow her. She stared down at the glistening head before taking hold of it and guiding it to her swollen entrance. She held still for a moment and then began making tiny circles with her hips, feeling his head pressing slowly inside her.

"Oh... yes..." she moaned.

He closed his eyes and held her hips tightly as she began her slow decent down his length. Down and down she slid as the intense initial penetration shocked both their senses. Once she pressed fully down on him, her eyes rolled back in her head, and they each held still, basking in the power of their connection, his thick cock filling her desperately neglected pussy, her wet warm womanhood gripping and milking him. She wanted this moment to last forever; he had never felt anything like it.

He reached back to cup her ass as she began slowly moving up and down over him. Their eyes met as they both stared, open-mouthed, at one another.

"Don't cum," she whispered.

He nodded and moved his hands to the sides of the bed, just holding perfectly still while she rode him. Rebecca moved her hand to her clit and slowly rubbed it while moving faster and faster over him.

"Oh..." she cried out.

She pressed down and held there a moment while his cock throbbed inside her. She rubbed her clit harder as she bucked up and down only an inch or so to keep his penetration deep and the thick head of his cock pressing into her cervix.

She opened her eyes wide and stared down breathlessly at him as she moved closer to the brink. Rebecca's pussy gripped him tightly as she continued rubbing her clit, and she began bouncing on him faster now.

Scott tensed every muscle in his lower body and lifted his hips off the bed. His cock swelled further and tested the depths of her pussy. She slammed down hard on him, shuddered and screamed out as another huge climax ripped through her. Her body convulsed over him as the pleasure overtook her. Exhausted, she fell on top of him and her lips met his as she continued gentle thrusts over him.

She lay on top of him for sixty seconds, holding perfectly still as his hard cock remained deep inside of her. Rebecca rolled off of him and placed her hand on his chest as she fought to catch her breath. She ran her hand across his stomach to his erection and found him still hard as steel. She stared down to his groin in utter shock and exclaimed breathlessly, "You young men have a lot of energy... but I need a minute."




Sweet Procrastination



Scott grinned down proudly as he joined her gaze. She wrapped her hand around his girth and slowly worked it up and down swiping her index finger around the head with every upward stroke. He closed his eyes, simply enjoying the feel of fingers pleasuring every inch of him.

He slid a hand slowly down her body and slipped a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her mouth shot open and she let out a barely audible gasp. Rebecca held her hand still around his shaft, and as he slid his finger deeper inside her, she began stroking him once again.

"Oh..." she moaned as she stared at his face.

He watched her fingers glide over him as she slowly teased his cock. He wanted to be inside her again. He moved his finger to her clit and rubbed it gently. His eyes traveled up her body, and he met her gaze. He whispered, "I want to fuck you again."

Rebecca nodded slowly. Scott got up on his knees. His thick cock waved in front of his body, teasing her with its commanding presence. She stared at it as she spread her legs apart, her pussy opening wide to accept him. He moved to her, taking hold of his girth and guiding it to her slick entrance.

All at once, he pressed inside of her. She gasped and slammed her eyes shut tight. Rebecca placed her hands under each of her knees and pulled them wider still. Scott got up on his toes and steadied his body with his hands over her as he began slowly pumping no more than half of his length inside of her. He leaned down and kissed her, their tongues intertwining as he quickened the pace and depth of his thrusts.

He kept pumping and pumping, driving his hips down fully to her, filling her pussy completely with his thickness.

"Oh, yes," she cried out.

His face contorted while he held his breath and fought to push out his second orgasm. He pumped harder and faster. It went on and on until with one final deep thrust, he exploded inside of her. He collapsed, panting and spent, as she wrapped her legs around him. She slipped her hands around to his ass and pulled him closer while slowly gyrating her hips.

He turned his face to her and gasped. After swallowing hard, he simply exclaimed, "Oh, wow."

She nodded with a grin. They shared a chuckle as his cock slowly retreated and slipped from her. He turned over and lay next to her in the bed, both staring at the ceiling and both feeling like their hearts were beating out of their chests.

Rebecca turned her head to him and smiled. "When's your..." She took a breath and added, "...next paper due?"

He grinned. "In about a month."

"Will you put that one off until the last—" She cut her thought off mid-sentence as the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening reverberated through the floor.

"Shit." She leapt out of bed with her eyes wide. "Where are your clothes?"

Scott got to his knees. "In the den...but I think the bathing suit is on the steps."

"So's mine."

Rebecca rushed over and grabbed her robe. "You go down and pick up the suits and go hide in the den. I'll somehow keep him out of there."

Scott took off out of the room and down the steps. He collected the bathing suits and slipped into the den just as the door to the house from the garage was opening.

Ted Wright stumbled into the house a little tipsy. "Rebecca," he called out.

Scott hid behind the desk, sitting on the hardwood floor as he fought to pull his boxer briefs over his thighs.

Rebecca rushed through the hall and glanced to the open door of the den, then quickly to her louse of a husband. She painted on a fake smile. "Teddy, you're home."

"The dinner was awful." He gave her a curious look. "You're ready for bed already?"

"What? No, I, uh, was in the pool and was just getting changed," she stammered.

His eyes lit up. "The pool... I think I'll go for a swim."

"Good idea. Do you want me to make you a drink or—"

"Yeah. Gin and tonic," Teddy said, and he turned to walk toward the foyer. Rebecca watched as disappeared up the stairs. After waiting a moment, she rushed to the den. She found Scott pulling his pants on behind the desk. She picked his shirt off the floor and handed it to him.

"You've got to get out of here. I'm more worried about your grade than anything, but just go."

"Okay."

She motioned for him to hurry and he followed her out to the kitchen. She rushed out the back door with him right behind her, carrying his shoes. He continued trailing her out the gate, where they stood together on the side of the house only a few inches apart, staring at each other in the moonlight.

"I want to see you again," he said.

She paused for a moment. "I would like that. He has class tomorrow at nine." She gave him a hopeful look.

Scott nodded. "I'll be here." He moved his lips to hers and they shared a passionate kiss.

After a moment, she pushed him away gently and whispered, "Go."

They shared one last smile. He turned away, and she watched him walk toward the front of the house. With her head spinning, Rebecca strolled slowly back through the gate and onto the patio.

"Gin and tonic," she mumbled to herself. Her eyes widened in a panic as she turned and rushed back to the house.

THE END



Sweet Punishment



She had a long day. She hadn't meant to be short with Him when He called. She knew she needed to apologize and would. She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew the form was male, but He had a meeting and wasn't supposed to be home until late. She turned off the water, and peered out of the shower, catching His reflection in the mirror as He walked out of the bathroom. Her heart slowed to a more normal rhythm as she reached for the towel and walked toward the sink as she dried the water from her body. It was when then that she saw the note:

"You disrespected Me. I am not happy with you. Lay down on the bed, naked, face down and wait. Don't fail me again."

She read it twice unsure as to His mood. Obviously, He wasn't very pleased with her. She had been doing all sort of things recently that seemed to irritate Him. She adored Him but just seemed to be off when it came to Him. Quickly, she finished drying herself, let down her hair, and made her way to their bedroom. The light was soft with some candles placed around the room, shrouding the room in shadows. She sensed He was there but couldn't see Him. 

She did as He directed and lay face down on the bed, hands on either side of her head as she wasn't sure what to do with them. She lay there what seemed like a long time before she felt the bed sag under His weight as He sat down on the edge of the mattress. Wordlessly, He took her arms, pulling them above her head. She felt the silk of the stocking as He wound it between them, keeping them together. She felt Him hook the hose around the rails in the bed's head-board and then drag His fingers down her arms. He pulled her hair from around her face and arranged it on her back. Her nerves were tingling as His hands roamed her back, down over her ass and the gap between her legs. Every nerve was stretched taut as she waited for the next area His hands would explore. Her breath caught in her throat as His hands roamed up her sensitive sides. The feeling was exquisite as His fingers grazed the sensitive skin on the side of her breasts, and she stretched her neck as His hands slid around her throat. She felt the material slid up over her face sheathing her world in darkness as He tied the blindfold over her eyes. 

She started to throw her head around, but He leaned down and spoke to her for the first time. "Unless you want me to continue being displeased with you, you are NOT to move so much as a muscle unless I give you permission. Understood?" He whispered sensuously in her ear. He played with her hair, letting each curl wind around his fingers as He exposed the vulnerable, sensitive nape of her neck. She felt His mouth on the spot that drove her crazy. She moaned and moved her ass seductively. Her reward was a swift smack on her bottom. "Be still, girl," He whispered as His mouth descended again on her neck. Her body tensed in response to the sensations washing over her, but she held still. The sexual tension was emanating from the taut muscles of her body, but He continued, and she moaned as she felt her core begin to melt under His onslaught. 

"Shhhhh," He commanded, "or I am going to have to gag you as well." She locked her lips together as she fought the waves of pleasure His mouth was creating. His mouth moved with feather-light kisses down her back to her ass. He kissed each globe, sucking the flesh into His mouth, leaving a trail of pink marks. A moan escaped her lips at the erotic suckling, and His hand came down with a swift smack on her ass. He laid across her legs, further restricting her movements as His fingers trailed between the crack of her ass and down between her thighs. He could feel the moist heat gathering there and dipped His finger into her juices. He tasted her desire and smiled at her sweetness, and then He took his finger up and down that treasured path, sliding His finger ever farther between her legs. He could feel her legs pulling against Him as they tried to part, but He used His weight to hold her still. 

He slid His face against her thighs, inhaling the scent that was hers, just as she was His. His tongue slid out and lapped toward her pussy hole but couldn't reach that tender spot. Later, He intended to feast on her juices so He would just be patient. Instead, He satiated Himself by paying special attention to her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart, running His warm tongue around that special opening. He knew how intimate she considered that and was rewarded with her squeal. He responded by biting her round ass, playfully but firmly to remind her to remain quiet. He was pleased when she went silent, tense but silent. When He sensed she couldn't take much more, He shifted His weight and sat up. He took her legs and helped her flip over onto her back. He smiled at the look on her face, flushed, mouth soft, ready for so much, eyes covered.

He lifted her hips, slid a pillow underneath them and pushed them wide. "Remember, you are not to move a muscle. Shake your head if you understand," He told her. He was pleased when she shook her head in the affirmative. He slid down the bed, and started at her feet because He knew how hard it was going to be for her to hold still as her feet were exquisitely sensitive. He sucked her big toe into His mouth and heard her sharp intake of breath. He grinned wide, toe in mouth and all. He tortured that piece of flesh until she moaned uncontrollably. He immediately took her foot between His strong hands, holding it immobile and laved her toe until she moaned and shuddered from the exquisite sensations He was demanding her body endure. He reached up and firmly pinched her inner thigh, and she stilled quickly. She needed to learn she was His personal playground, her body His in its entirety. 

But He took pity on her and began to work His way up the inner calf of her leg... that was until He got close to the back of her knee. He knew this to be another of her soft spots. His tongue darted in and out of that sensitive crease, as if giving her body a warning of what He was going to do to her other creases and folds of sensitive skin. He switched between legs as He felt her twitch in her attempts to remain motionless. He could smell her arousal and could ignore the fragrant beckoning only for a short time. He gave her no warning before His mouth descended on her exposed pussy. He loved the taste of her as she responded by arching her hips upward toward His mouth. He licked and played at her exposed cunt, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely her. He prodded her opening with the tongue that moments before had been denied Him, that place that was His. He heard her moan as she tried to control her body's urge to writhe under His hot mouth. But He let this infraction go as His mouth took her higher toward a thundering climax. 

As He sensed she was near, He started kissing a path up her tummy, stopping to lick a drop of moisture from her belly button. As His mouth neared the bottom of her breasts, He slid His hard cock between the folds of her pussy, rubbing it intimately against her clit. She moaned again, despite her best efforts to refrain from any noise, and He sucked the tender underside of her breast until He felt her focus return. He licked that pink spot before working up to her nipple, devouring the areola. The warmth of His mouth on her nipple was more than she could bear as every nerve ending was stretched taut from His oral assault and His cock grinding against her clit. 

"Please," she wailed as she fought the waves of ecstasy washing over her body.

"Please, what?" He answered with a feigned innocence as He watched the erotic look play across her face.

"Please may I move," she wailed again.

He smiled as He launched an all-out, oral assault on her other breast, taking her nipple deep within His warm mouth. "Is that all you want?" He asked her, masculine satisfaction evident in the tone of His voice.

"No!" she cried. "I need to cum!" 

"Then ask me," He answered as His cock found a rhythm against her clit. He could feel her juices slick against His dick as His body rocked with a motion as old as time. He could feel her hard clit-nub as He gyrated His hips in a dance of seduction He was sure she couldn't withstand much longer. 

Finally, when she knew she could take no more, she whispered raggedly, "Please, may I cum?" 

He slid His hard cock deep within her wet, pussy hole and murmured against her mouth as His tongue claimed that hole as well, "Yes, baby, you may come." His hips began to pound her as His dick pummeled her cunt. He felt her body respond instinctively by meeting each of His thrusts, the pillow under her hips allowing Him to fill her completely. She wrapped her legs around His hips as if to draw Him in deeper and deeper. Her hips encouraged Him to fuck her with a passion He hadn't felt before. Soon He was as lost as she, and when He felt her body arch with her orgasm and her hot pussy tightened around His cock, He could take no more either. He shot His cum deep within her body as her legs held Him imprisoned until her pussy had milked His cock dry.

He tenderly stroked the hair from her face as He watched the emotions of their exquisite sex play across her face. He kissed her mouth as He removed her blindfold, and she returned that kiss with a depth of emotion that told Him without words how she felt. He smiled as He kissed her, their deep love obvious. 



Sweet Punishment



I walk through the door, closing it slowly behind me and placing my bags on the floor. It feels like I've been on the road forever. Leaving all of my things in the foyer I make my way down the hall to the bathroom and turn on the shower's hot water full blast. The steam fills the room as I let the water drain the tension from my body.

As I rinse the soap off my chest I hear my phone buzzing on the counter, like an incessant bee reminding me that there is life outside my shower. I shut off the water with a sigh, wrap a towel around my waist and look over to see who needs my attention now.

It's a text message. From you.

You should have let me know you were coming home early. Call me.

Dammit. Another plan ruined.

The cold air of the hallway makes its way under my towel, causing a slight shrinking feeling in that special place. I dial your number, trying to decide how I'm going to explain the fact that I wanted to surprise you.

The phone rings. No answer. Click. "You have reached the voicemail box of..."

Dammit again. I make my way down the hall to the foyer while I dial a second time. The metallic ring from the phone speaker mixes with a strangely familiar buzzing...

I glance at the small table in the entryway and notice the buzzing cell phone lying there. My eyes travel further down to the floor, taking note of the strappy heels lying, discarded, on the tiled floor. Still not quite connecting things, I trace the path from the foyer to the basement door and find myself looking at a pile of azure fabric that would form a blouse if it had a figure to hang from. I open the door gingerly and make my way down the stairs, barely pausing to consider the jeans discarded at the bottom. My steps quicken as I make my way into my bedroom.

There, laid out on the center of my bed, I find myself staring at a lacy black bra and an equally lacy pair of black thong panties. I am so absorbed by these that at first I fail to even notice the small white card folded neatly on my pillow.

Get dressed and come outside; formal wear is expected, underwear is not. I like the black suit.

Confused and more than a little disappointed, I toss the note back onto the bed. As it flutters down I notice writing on the back.

Just so you know; the only underwear I brought with me is lying on the bed right now...