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Innocence lost

By: Tim Piers



Please see the start of this story "Virginity Gone".

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I wasn't really sure what I wanted. 

I had to go skiing.

Maggie was there, in her ski kit, looking fabulous, and with a number of boys staring at her with puppy dog expressions. Her eyes were slightly puffy and her lips more pronounced than I remember. My scars from the night before were a sore cock, a scratched back and a loss of innocence, hers were apparent for all to see (or was it just me?) 

She asked Rob and I to ski with her and Barbra and Timmy. Our instructor was ill and they were trying to find people to look after us. We would be fine with her – of course she would look after us.

Timmy went off with some other boys leaving the four of us. 

We skied with Maggie close to me all the time, sitting with me on chair lifts and pressed close to me on the train or in the gondolas. Her hands ran over the outline of my cock in my ski pants whenever she could. She whispered that she loved me and wanted me to make love to her tonight. That she wanted me to cum on her belly and breasts and deep inside her. She said she could see my cock straining to get into her and that tonight she would be my teacher again.

I was amazed. I was 18 years old sitting next to a woman three times my age who was describing in graphic detail how I was going to invade her body while she worshiped mine. I was excited, erect and already that ache was back again.

Barbra and Rob were equally enthralled with each other. Over lunch of pasta and red wine, which I have to say I had not really acquired a taste for, they giggled and held hands, it was obvious that they had fucked each other and that Barbra knew what had happened between her mother and me. It was cold but the intimacy we all shared helped keep us warm. 

After lunch Maggie made it clear that she had had enough on the slopes and was going back to the Hotel. Barbra announced that she and Rob were going to do their own thing and would see us later. I knew that I would do anything that Maggie wanted, I was slightly drunk, rather tired and had a deep ache in my balls.

It was a long ski down into the village through the trees. The sun was shining and the sky blue, but still it was desperately cold. We skied in silence, being passed by other skiers and overtaking some. Maggie was an excellent skier and while I had skied since I was 4, I was nowhere near as good as she was. I followed behind her, her skiing effortless, fast and slightly dangerously. She knew the line perfectly and was not worried about vertical exposure or the steepness of the slope. Her hair flew out behind her as she schussed an especially steep and narrow path. Suddenly she turned off the piste and into the woods. I followed, skiing fast past trees, following Maggie who I could hear laughing as she raced down an ever steeper slope. Inevitable I fell, and shouted for her to stop. After retrieving my poles and putting my ski back on, I followed her tracks down.

Maggie has taken her skis off and was squatting, having a pee. I could hear the sound of her pissing and see the yellow pee cutting into the snow. Her pink bottom contrasted with the snow, her dark crack offered an invitation that I was not sure I could accept. She pretended to be embarrassed, accusing me of sneaking up on her, but I could see that she was assessing the situation and that the grin on her face was warm.

"Take of your skis – and come here – "

I did as I was told and looked up to see Maggie kneeling with her naked ass in the air. 

Her black crack and cunt were on display. 

"Fuck me like a dog" .... "shag me like a bitch on heat " .... "my pussy wants your cock" ...... .... "fucking fuck my ass ... NOW", 

She was panting as I unzipped my ski pants and took out my cock. Pre cum dripped from the tip and I knelt in the snow and positioned myself at the entrance to her cunt. I peeled back my foreskin and started to penetrate her, she pushed back and I drove into her as hard and far as I could. As ever she was soaking wet. The effect was immediate; Maggie came, gushing her cum all over my cock and balls. Her face was in the snow and she gasped and muttered. My hands pulled the cheeks of her arse apart as I drove into her, spurting my cum in her sopping wet cunt. 

The whole thing took no more that 30 seconds or so. The energy that had built in us both all day needed to be expelled. It had been. I watched her as she scooped a handful of dry powdery snow and let it fall on my cock. The contrast was agony. She blew the snow away and licked up what had melted, mixed with her cum and mine.

Clothes were replaced and I sat against a tree with Maggie between my legs, her back to me. She was still shaking. Her head was leaning back on my shoulders as if she wanted my support and strength. She pulled my glove off my right hand and pushed it inside her ski jacket. I cupped her warm breast feeling her erect nipple. 

"Oh God! I hope this never ends" she sighed. We kissed, her tongue gently dominating mine. Her sighs and whimpers indicating just how satisfied she was

We somehow made it back to the piste and then to the hotel. Maggie and I had tea together before going up to our respective rooms. I was looking forward to a shower and siesta. But when I got to the room the door was locked and from the noise inside it was obvious that Rob and Barbra were going at it hard. 

I did not want to go to Maggie's room. I wanted time alone and time to think.

I went down to the bar and sat in a comfy chair. My thoughts were coldly logical. I was no longer a virgin. A woman who seemed to pee every time she got excited was fucking me. I was being used and educated. My cock was sore. I was tired. I was lucky and I was unlucky. I was unsure what to do. There were five days left of this holiday.

I ended up ordering a series of rum and cokes and having brief conversations with the people who drifted in and out of the bar. Finally at about 6:30 Maggie came looking for me.

She looked at me and asked me if I would like to use her shower. She said she knew where Barbra was and it seemed wrong for me to wait for them to finish.

In her room we said nothing. I looked at the bed and remembered what had happened there last night. I was surprised to see my clothes on the bed and a white towelling dressing gown and towel waiting for me. I stripped naked and walked to the shower. Hot water was my only thought as I washed. 

I knew Maggie was going to join me. I felt her slide in beside me and her mouth plant itself on mine, soft and warm, smelling of toothpaste. Soap was applied to both our bodies a slippery lather on tits, cock and cunt. Her hands went straight to my cock and balls and she knelt in the shower. I kept my eyes closed as I felt her tongue tease the tip of my cock. I was hard immediately and expected to feel her warm mouth take me deep in her mouth. Put instead she started to slowly run her hands up and down my cock, increasing her grip and wanking me slowly and deliberately. The water from the shower was running down my body onto my cock. Maggie's hand eased my foreskin back and as the rush built in me she opened her mouth and swallowed my cum as it shot from my jerking cock. She dribbled some out of the side of her mouth, for me to see and the shower to wash away.

Maggie was insatiable. 

That evening I explored her even further. No part of her body was reserved.

My cock was sore and I was quite sure I could not go again. But we left the shower and fell wet onto the bed. She dried me and kissed me all over. She rubbed some soothing cream onto my cock where it was red and raw.

Eventually, we made love again. It seemed to last for ages. Again it was a wet affair. Maggie's ability to gush and keep on gushing was, I thought, quite normal; Sally had been a gusher as well. Only Sarah had needed time to get wet and lubricated, 

Maggie treated this session as a lesson. She coached me to give her more and more pleasure. Her demands were made in a firm and insistent way. "Go slowly my darling" – "Don't cum yet", "Fuck me, Fuck me, fuck me". "Play with my nipple" "Kiss me there. Harder, harder, harder". "Pull out and spunk on my tits" "God I love your cum"

She said she loved it when I was behind her, spooning, with my cock deep in her pussy, her long hard nipples in my fingers. She made me pull the cheeks of her arse apart and tease her by pretending to withdraw, running the head of my cock around the lips of her fanny before making me drive hard into her. She wanted me to do what I wanted. 

Use me. Use me Use me.

Our sex was noisy. 

The slurp and belch of fanny farts as her wetness and mine combined and my piston cock thrust into her wet cunt love pot were gloriously loud. 

She loved the tip of my finger just up her bum. She made me lie on my back as she rode my cock. Her tits jumped and flew. She leaned forward and raised herself so I could see the grip her cunt had on my cock. She lowered herself slowly all the way down so that I was lost in her. Grinding herself onto me as if she had to impale herself on my cock.

She milked my cock, slowly wanking her hand up and down the shaft while her other hand rolled my balls gently together. She wanted me to cum on her, in her and over her. My depleted orgasms were now less fruitful, but I still satisfied her demands, shooting and spilling onto her breasts and into corner of her mouth. 

She was never violent of out of control. She was fucking an 18 year old boy. I never thought of it as illegal or wrong. It all seemed so right. 

We smoked after sex and drank. Maggie was proud of her body. At 45 she was, I learned later, well past her prime. But her cunt control and ability to fuck all night would have put many a younger woman to shame. She was insatiable.

I believe now, that she wanted me to dominate her. She loved it when her legs were wide apart and my gaze was focused on her fanny. She was amazingly supple and happy to have her body bent into many contorted positions. She was a fantastic teacher. 

She was teaching me so that I could satisfy her. She loved the whole performance of fucking, from the first moment when it was inevitable that we were going to fuck to that moment when the act was complete and the sweat was drying on our bodies. Maggie loved to verbalise and describe what was happening. When she showed me how to find her G spot, how to feel my cock from her ass. She talked me through every movement.

She had no inhibitions.

She loved to be taken doggy style. Kneeling on the floor with her head buried in a pillow while I slowly pumped her from behind. Her breasts hanging freely swaying as I moved in and out. She loved to have her tits cupped, pressed together and fucked until I shot in her face.

She invited me to fuck her arse. "It will be tighter for you and I will love it too" she implored me. But I had become a converted cunt man and I could just not imagine her arse could ever feel as good as her wet, wet cunt. I didn't want to bugger her. It wasn't right. Some taboo existed that I had never been aware of. I was happy to fuck a boy and cum in his arse. But I was not prepared to bugger Maggie. I fingered her asshole and made her cum like that, on many occasions but I never fucked her sweet bottom.

It also made me think. I was little more than a boy. My thoughts raced and swirled. 

I was happy to do anything else she suggested. I came in her ear so she could see if she could hear me cumming. I rubbed her feet with my cum and shot loads down her throat. We swapped kisses after we had cum. She pushing my cum back into my mouth as I passed her cum back to her.

The rest of the holiday has been lost in time. I know that it soon became obvious to everyone in our party that Maggie, who was definitely not my mother, was infatuated with me. I needed space but I also needed to fuck and be fucked.

Maggie and I continued to have sex whenever she wanted it. She sucked my cock on the balcony of her room while we were waiting for Barbra to have a bath. She made me put my foot in her fanny, under the tablecloth, while we were eating dinner. She lay in the bath and made herself cum as I watched her. Diddling herself while I wanked. She made me watch her peeing and taking a dump. She showed me how she trimmed her pubes and even offered to shave herself for me. She kissed and licked me from the tip of my cock all the way to the top of my crack, paying attention to my arsehole en route. We slept together every night and Barbra spent the night with Rob. Everyone knew what was happening. No one mentioned it.

She introduced me to sex and fucking. She was a brilliant teacher and I still remember the lessons she gave me.

Thank you dear Maggie. 

Innocence Lost



This is my tale of woe, and of surprises, the way I am and how that came to be. Once I was full of innocent understanding of my wants and desires, well, I say innocent...I thought I was brazen and worldly wise, a real heart breaker. Take a man and use him, discard him like so much junk, never caring nor thinking of their feelings. That all changed one night; it was a summer's night....

I had been to a party, and now I was walking home in the dark warm night, actually I was grateful that the heat of the day had passed, as it was I wasn't wearing much. Still I was enjoying the refreshing breeze blowing the long red tresses off my neck; I had felt hot and sticky at the party and couldn't wait to leave. Thinking about the party, it had been fun I still had a warm glow after running into Mark, another notch on my bedpost. Silly boy had made such a scene;

"Please, Lara I need you, all I've thought about is you. I can make you happy I know I can, just give me another chance." He pleaded with me, and I in my coldest tone replied,

"Get over it, u were just a fuck, and not a great one at that!" With that I made my exit, striding out and towards home, seeing the cemetery I decided to cut through it. Surrounded by trees it was cloaked with silence and darkness, nothing but the sounds of small animals and moonlight shining on headstones.

A chill ran down my spine, a footstep behind me, as I turned my arms were gripped tightly and pulled roughly behind me, I cried out in pain. I could feel a large body behind me; I could feel hot breath on my neck, my heart was racing and I could feel it pounding in my chest. My breath was rasping through my mouth making my breasts heave and strain under the tight little lace top I was wearing, which I now realized was not the best attire for a walk through the cemetery after dark.

"Bitch, I am going to show you the proper respect to show me, even if I have to spend all night teaching you."

These leaden tones came from the darkness ahead of me, followed by a laugh that froze my blood. These men were going to kill me or worse, I had never been so afraid my vision started to blur and I felt the nausea rising. A sharp stinging slap brought me back to my senses, as I looked up I saw the man standing before me; Mark. But he didn't look like the boy I'd thrown so carelessly away, his countenance was frightening, he was looking at me with such intensity that I cried out in fear. The man behind me laughed roughly, almost a chuckle, 

"This one's going to be fun to break in." 

"Please, I'm sorry that I hurt you but please don't do this to me." My voice sounded pitiful to me, a far cry from my usual confident tones, but I had to try to get away from these men.

"You bitch, could never hurt me, but I'm going to hurt you, oh yes by the time I'm finished you will love every harsh word and deed that I lay upon you." Pulling a thick strap from his pocket he used it to gag me, its hard edges digging into the soft flesh of my mouth, then another piece appeared to bind my hands behind me, cutting deeply into my wrists. I tried to scream but nothing escaped me, I could feel the tears running down my face and his enjoyment at the sight. As I was forced roughly to my knees in front of him I could see just how much it excited him, he let go of me to release his straining member from its confines. I tried to rise, to run but the man behind me grabbed my hair and pulled me back landing me on my ass with my legs splayed, my skirt having ridden up my thighs exposing my most intimate self. Mark laughed a great deep bellied laugh,

"She's begging for it already!" I tried once more to get up, I shook my head furiously trying to convey that I didn't want this, what I got was pain as my hair was yanked that hard I felt sure it would be pulled right out of my head, I was sobbing now almost choking with the piece of leather that was held in my mouth.

From behind me arms reached around and grabbed my top, in one motion he'd ripped the flimsy garment from me, exposing my smooth white breasts to the moonlight, and to the man I no longer knew standing before me. He stepped closer, his cock rubbing over my face, my head gripped so I couldn't move away, the pre cum that was dribbling from the end was rubbed over my cheek. Then he knelt down in between my parted legs and stared into my tear stained face and smiled, 

"I'm going to enjoy this bitch, before I'm through you're going to be calling me master and begging me to fuck you." I could only stare at this man, who was obviously insane, 

"You don't think so slave?" then with a gleeful smile he slapped me hard across the face. 

"Don't stare at me you impertinent bitch!" I had shut my eyes in pain and I felt his hot breath on my face as he ran his tongue across the stinging in my cheek, I was repulsed and shaking in fear, I could feel my breasts trembling and the nipples growing hard in response to my anxiety. Hands reached up and cupped them gently, the shock of this gentle touch sent a strange shiver through my loins, this wasn't right, I didn't want this, and yet my body fought me. 

Fingers rolled over my nipples, then pinched them gently, I didn't dare open my eyes, already I'd learnt to fear punishment; a lick across them both alerted me to the fact that both my captors were now in front of me. I knew I should run, but I couldn't find the will to move, I could feel my juices beginning to flow, it was absurd, these men were forcing me against my will and yet I was getting turned on, what sort of creature was I? Now each breast was encased in a mouth, being sucked, I found myself moaning but couldn't stop myself, and then one of them bit me. The unexpected pain brought fresh tears to my eyes which flew open as I jerked myself back. Mark's face seemed torn between fury and amusement and I had my first brief glimpse of the other man before they both grabbed my arms and dragged me to my feet. He was a big guy, tall and muscular, and strong as I soon found out as he picked me up and threw me onto a headstone knocking my breath from me. 

Balanced there on my stomach with my hair over my eyes and my hands behind my back, my ass was up and exposed I felt far more vulnerable than I had on the ground and yet, I could feel a ripple of excitement running between my legs, my pussy was now so wet that what little fabric my thong contained was dripping unable to contain the torrent. I felt hands slide underneath my skirt and slide across my ass cheeks, I tensed them and was rewarded with a slap, but far from being painful I found that this contact was quite pleasurable, was I becoming used to this treatment so quickly? Suddenly a finger hooked under the crotch of my panties, the knuckle rubbing against my swollen clit sending a shudder through my body, before yanking them down to my ankles. The thin garment making another restriction on my already bound body, then a hand came down hard on my bare skin, I moaned and even I didn't know if it was in pleasure or pain.

What was wrong with me, I didn't know but I decided I would not give in this easily, so when Mark lifted my head by my hair and removed the gag from my mouth I spat at him. 

"Bitch, I will soon have the fight out of you, I'll make you choke on my cock before I fuck your cunt which you will freely offer to me." His words struck fear into me, as did the sight of him bringing his cock towards me, I clamped my mouth shut, determined that I would not allow him to violate me. A hard ringing slap rained down on my ass and I gasped, he forced his cock into my mouth his moan audible over mine. With each smack I gasped and he pushed in further, I was gagging and tears were streaming from my eyes, yet I could also feel my pussy pulsing in rhythm. As the slaps got harder and my ass more sensitive, I found myself sucking his cock, yes even enjoying the feel of his hardness ramming my mouth. The pain had risen and yet seemed to have changed, each smack on my flesh sent a shiver of pleasure almost like climax through me, and then suddenly the slap was replaced by a caress. A tongue moved between my cheeks and probed before moving to my wet lips, darting into my pussy, my whole body shuddered, just one lick on my clit would have me climaxing. Oh god, I wanted it could almost feel it, I tried to squeeze my legs to trap him there.

Pulling his cock from my mouth, my head lifted up by his grip on my hair he asked, 

"Now tell me what you want bitch?" could I have fallen so far, was I truly going to beg him to do what I'd denied I wanted...

"Fuck me; please I want your cock in my cunt, fuck me!" I cried out before I could think.

"Ask me with proper respect bitch"

"No; please.....master"

Dropping my hair he moved behind me, I felt his hands on my shoulders gripping me tightly before he rammed his hard cock into my throbbing wet pussy, my orgasm was instant, waves of pleasure washing over me with each thrust. When the other one put his now released member in front of my face, I sucked on it eagerly, he rammed into my mouth moaning in excitement, as I felt him choking me with it I could feel Mark's cock throbbing inside me bringing me once more to climax. As I tried to scream out my ecstasy his friend made one final thrust into my mouth before pulling out and spraying my face with his hot cum, my body still shaking in pleasure I realized that Mark was untying my hands. 

Pushing me off the headstone he looked down at me trembling at his feet, cum all over my face and running down my legs, I felt ashamed and yet as fulfilled as I had ever been.

"Now bitch you are mine, never forget that, you will obey me wont you?"

"Yes, master." I replied looking at his feet

"Good, you may take yourself home and I will call on you at my leisure, be ready." 

And with that he and his friend, whose name I never learnt; walked away, leaving me naked and abused in the cemetery. 

I sat there for a short while wondering what on earth had happened to me, I had been turned from a confident woman into a mans slave, although I felt shame it was mixed with a sense of knowing this was who I was from now on......I found that the thought did not entirely displease me. Picking up what remained of my clothes I started my journey home, to wait for the next time my master felt the need to call on me. 



Innocence Lost



"Innocence Lost" tells of a trip to the beach that takes an unexpected turn when I am exposed in public by a girlfriend. Being 'forced' to be naked in public fulfils long time fantasy and awakens dormant exhibitionist desires, unlocking the door to a new exciting life.

It is a true story. No names have been changed to ensure that the guilty are fully implicated.

Although there is a degree of coercion involved, the participation of the parties is consensual. I believe that everyone is free to choose what he or she does in all aspects of their lives and where to draw the line. This is especially true in for relationships, love, and participation in sexual activities.

If you enjoy "Innocence Lost" please let me know and give me encouragement to continue writing.

If you do not like it or have any suggestions for improving my writing I would like to hear from you also.

Even if you don't really have anything to say about the story please just e-mail me just to say hi anyway.

Love

Ingenue

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My name is Catherine. I am twenty-seven years old and live in Adelaide, Australia. I am single, well sort of. I have a boyfriend but I don't think he is really 'the one', if you know what I mean, so the less said about him the better.

For those of you who care and are statistically minded I am above average height at around 168 cm, slim weighing 52 kilograms and my so called vital statistics, don't ask me what is so vital about them, are 83,57,84. Yes we are metric down under.

To complete the picture I have long dark hair, brown eyes, a warm smile and a great butt. I am very happy with what I see when I look in the mirror, although, I have no illusions about ever being asked to become the next face of Revlon or ever making it as a Playboy centrefold.

One morning last Summer I awoke to find the sun streaming in through my bedroom window. It looked like another perfect Adelaide Summer day.

Sara, my housemate was already up. I could hear her clunking around in the kitchen, presumably getting breakfast.

It was Sunday, I looked at the clock and it was just after ten. The past few weeks had been very hectic and I was not in any hurry to get up. A few extra minutes in bed would be a rare indulgence.

I stretched, kicked off the sheet and looked at my naked body. Not too bad, I thought as I lay there struggling to wake up from a deep restful sleep.

I observed my small B cup breasts, flat stomach, shaved pubic area and long slender legs.

Instinctively, my fingers grazed my breasts, pausing briefly to tease my sensitive nipples until they were hard and standing erect, then continuing down over my stomach, coming to rest lightly on my smooth, and already moist labia.

As if they had a mind of their own, two of my fingers started moving in a slow clockwise circular motion around my distended clitoris, momentarily pausing to lubricate with the juices from my wet pussy.

I remember experiencing a sense of detachment, as if a ghostly lover was in my bed leading me on a sensual journey that would take me to a glorious early morning orgasm.

As the familiar sensations began to spread through my body I let myself surrender to the pleasure thinking, oh fuck yes, an orgasm would be the perfect to start the day.

With out conscious thought my fingers increased the speed and the pressure as they circled and stimulated my throbbing clitoris. It seemed that they understood and fully appreciated my need and were committed to give me the ultimate pleasure.

I could feel the signs of an approaching orgasm and my whole body was trembling in anticipation when the door suddenly opened and Sara, bless her heart, came into my room carrying a tray with freshly made vegetable juice, half a grapefruit and some lightly buttered, wholemeal toast.

"Good morning Catherine," she beamed, looking absolutely delicious in her small yellow bikini.

The sight of Sara's trim body, cute pert breasts, prominent nipples and small tight ass, barely covered by her tiny bikini stirred desires in me that I reluctantly pushed aside as I remembered last night's arrangement to spend today at the beach.

"Don't want to rush you sleepyhead, but the sun is shining and the beach is waiting. She paused, then added with a wry knowing smile and a laugh, "And from where I am standing, it looks like a dip in some cold water is probably just what you need."

I don't think she actually saw me playing with myself, but I'm sure she knew what had been going on behind the door only moments before she made her untimely entrance.

I was still lying there on my bed completely naked and my state of arousal and hard, erect nipples were very obvious. She probably noticed my moist, sticky fingers and wet puffy labia that were tingling from the recent attention of my phantom lover's tender but demanding fingers.

I sat up, trying to discreetly wipe my juices from my fingers while pulling the sheet up to my waist, as she to set the breakfast tray down on my lap. As she took her hand away the back of her fingers 'accidentally' brushed my breast lingering for an instant on my hard, sensitive nipple.

She looked at me and smiled.

Just to set the record straight Sara and I are not lovers. She is gay and has a girlfriend. I love her dearly and often fantasise about making love to her but I would never do anything to jeopardise her relationship or our very special and treasured friendship. Of course the fact that we do not have an intimate sexual relationship does not stop us flirting with each other and we know each other's most private secrets, desires, hopes, dreams and of course fantasies.

"Sara!" I exclaimed, feigning surprise at her touch while delighting in the brief physical contact that sent a pleasant thrill from my breast to my very core adding to the dampness between my legs.

"Hush Catherine, eat your breakfast and let's get down to the beach, I am dying to go for a swim this morning."

To say I love the beach is an understatement. The freedom of being almost naked, feeling the warm sun on my bare skin and the sensation of gliding silently through cold, clear, salty water are simple pleasures, which really take some beating. Like Sara, I couldn't wait.

By the time I had showered and changed Sara had her car out of the garage and was sitting in the driver's seat waiting for me.

We had decided not to go to Maslin's, the only legal nude beach near Adelaide, so bikinis were the order of the day. I had chosen my favourite small black bikini. It is the briefest in my collection, apart from a pair with g-string bottoms, which I thought might not be appropriate for a visit to a popular family beach.

As we drove to the beach we chatted about girl stuff and soon found ourselves parking, locking the car and looking for a nice spot on the beach.

It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue, there was no wind and the sea was calm with just a small wave breaking close to the shore. As it was still quite early the beach was relatively uncrowded.

As we put our towels and bags on the sand I said to Sara, "Race you to the water."

As if not interested such a childish suggestion, Sara pretended to ignore me and made as if to settle down on the sand. Then, without warning, she took off as fast as she could for the surf, looking back over her shoulder and calling, "Come on Catherine, catch me if you can."

Her sudden move took me by surprise giving her a few metres start but I caught her just as she reached knee deep water. I put my hands on her shoulders, pushed, and we both went crashing headlong into the oncoming wave.

We swam, body surfed and played in the water until we were both exhausted and then made our way back to our towels. I spread my towel on the sand and lay down to rest and relax while soaking up some glorious sunshine.

As we sat on the beach eating salad and drinking some wonderful chilled Riesling I was thinking that life could not get much better than this.

As the hours drifted past we dozed and by what I guessed was mid afternoon it was quite warm and certainly time for another swim, maybe the last one before heading home. I turned to Sara, who appeared to be asleep, leaned over kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered in her ear to let her know that I was going into the water.

Sara stirred, dreamily opened her eyes and said, "Hang on Catherine, I'll come with you I need to cool off too."

She got up, took off her sunglasses and said, with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I dare you to go in without your top this time."

Surprised by her suggestion, I hesitated, then lamely managed to say, "What Sara?"

"You heard me Catherine, I dare you to go swimming topless and show everyone on the beach your cute little breasts. Come on it will be fun."

Well it may have been the wine or maybe just the thought of the pleasure of swimming without my bikini top but I found myself thinking that it was a great idea. Of course, I'm absolutely sure my interest had nothing to do with my sense of excitement about the prospect of having my breasts exposed in public.

Being topless was really nothing new, after all we regularly went to Maslin's where it was legal to swim naked and sometimes went topless at other beaches if there were not too many people around, but this was different. Here we were at a popular and now quite crowded public beach, where the sight of women swimming topless was virtually unknown or at least very rare.

I turned to look at Sara who had a huge smile on her face. "I will if you do Sara," I said, naively thinking that Sara would probably chicken out.

I should have known better, because with out hesitating Sara reached around and undid the tie on her bikini top, took it off and casually threw it on her towel.

I glanced around and it seemed that no one was taking any notice, except perhaps for one or two sitting close by who were discretely watching us, their curiosity aroused by what was unfolding, or perhaps more correctly, who was undressing, in front of them.

"Well Catherine," Sara said with a big grin, "Now it's your turn."

Not to be outdone I undid my bikini top, took it off and dropped it on the sand.

I took Sara's hand, I think for moral support, and we walked casually to the water.

I was aware that now people close by were watching us and the pleasure of having the sunshine and gentle breeze caress my breasts combined with the thought being topless in public had an almost immediate effect with my nipples hardening.

We waded out into the water until we could only just stand. The cool refreshing water was right up to my chin and I could feel the current swirl across my naked breasts and now aching nipples.

Sara came over and put her hands on my waist. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "You love this don't you Catherine."

"What do you mean Sara?" I asked innocently.

"You know very well what I mean Catherine, you like exposing yourself in public, you enjoy exhibiting yourself, it turns you on."

Sara knows very well that I have exhibitionist fantasies and would like to expose myself, or even better still be forced to expose myself in public by someone else.

"Well Catherine," Sara smiled, "Today one of your fantasies is going to come true." With that she pulled the string ties at both sides of my bikini bottoms and quickly pulled the now separate pieces of material away.

Taken by surprise, I was slow to react and Sara struck out for the shore swimming with quick, powerful strokes.

I went after her but before I could catch her she was in shallow water and wading for the shore. At that stage I realised I couldn't go after her without everyone on the beach seeing that I was naked.

Sara stood at the water's edge, idly twirling my bikini bottoms in the air. "Come on Catherine," she teased me. "Come and get them."

"Sara", I pleaded, "You can't do this to me, please."

"Oh yes I can Catherine, and I am doing it. You will have to come out of the water sooner or later and, by the way, I am leaving in fifteen minutes so if you don't come out by then...."

She left the sentence unfinished but the implication was clear. If I did not come out of the water soon I would have no way of getting home. And, oh my god, if Sara took my clothes when she left.... The very thought sent shivers of fear and excitement down my spine.

"Sara," I called from my position crouched in the shallow water, "Please don't do this to me, not here, there are too many people."

"Now, Catherine don't be such a baby, I know you want this, I know you are already tingling. Anyway, better make up your mind soon because I'm out of here in, well, now let's make it ten minutes."

With that she turned and walked back to her towel and bag. I watched as she put on her bikini top, folded her towel and put it in her bag. She bent down, picked up my bikini top from where I had dropped it and put it, together with my bottoms in her bag.

Sara looked at me and waved. She held up my towel and beckoned me to come and get it.

I reasoned that I couldn't stay in the water forever and sanctuary in the form of my towel was only, I guessed forty or fifty meters away.

I took a deep breath and stood up. The water was barely up to mid thigh so I was totally exposed but I walked, with as much confidence as I could muster, out of the water and up the beach.

Well, if only a few people noticed us walk down to the water topless, I don't think anyone missed me walking up the beach completely naked. I felt as if every eye was on me. I was aware that my small breasts were jiggling as I walked, my nipples were hard and my bald pussy was very much on display.

Out of a sense of dignity, I resisted the urge to run the short distance to the safety of my towel. I walked proudly and purposefully hoping that my unsteady legs would not betray me, knowing that Sara was right I did want this, I did enjoy it, it did turn me on.

At last I reached the spot where Sara was waiting for me holding my towel. She wrapped it around me and took me in her arms.

I heard isolated pockets of applause, some complimentary comments, as well as one female voice telling someone, maybe a boyfriend, not to "look at that disgusting slut walking up the beach."

Sara gave me a kiss on the cheek as she held me tightly, "Well done baby, I knew you could do it, you were magnificent."

I struggled to reply, my pulse was racing and I was having difficulty breathing, so I just gave up trying to get out any words and simply nodded.

"That good was it?" Sara laughed. Again I simply nodded, because it was.

I would never have thought that something so simple as walking naked up the beach in front of a shocked but mostly admiring crowd would get me so aroused. My nipples were aching, thankfully getting some relief from being pressed against Sara's body as she held me. My pussy was tingling; in fact it was throbbing demanding attention that I could not give it. Not just yet anyway.

Sara turned, picked up her bag and turned to walk towards the car.

"Sara." I called after her, "What about my bikini?"

She turned and smiled back over her shoulder and said, "Don't worry Catherine it is safely in my bag and if you are very good I will give it to you when we get home."

I tried to adjust the towel so that it covered all the bits that should be covered but it was hopeless. As I followed Sara to the car I was acutely aware that everyone behind me had an unobstructed view of my naked ass. No doubt the people in front of me could see my bald pussy as the towel flared up with each stride I took as I ran to catch up to her.

I caught Sara just before she reached the car. "Sara, surely you aren't going to make me ride all the way home like this?"

"Why not Catherine," she replied, "I know this is one of your fantasies, I know you want me to make you do it, I can see the excitement in your eyes. I bet your pussy is dripping, isn't it?"

I knew Sara wasn't expecting me to answer what was clearly a rhetorical question just as she knew very well that she was absolutely right.

During the short drive home Sara did most of the talking and in no time she stopped the car in the driveway at the front of our house. "Well Catherine here we are and it wasn't that bad was it?"

True, the drive home had been relatively easy. My towel and the tinted windows of the car combined to hide my nudity from other motorists or pedestrians we passed but they did nothing to dull my excitement and state of arousal. I had to fight an almost overwhelming need to masturbate, to make myself cum, to have the orgasm that now I so desperately needed.

I'm sure Sara wouldn't have minded if I had thrown off the towel, spread my legs and succumbed to my demanding cunt. In fact I think she would have encouraged me and enjoyed my loss of control and orgasm almost as much as me.

But here we were. I had made it and without totally losing all my self-respect and dignity.

Sara opened the car door saying, "Give me your towel Catherine."

I hesitated, then passed it to her thinking she would go to the boot and get out my bikini, but instead she headed straight for the front door, put her key in the lock, let her self in and closed the door behind her.

I waited for her to return but there was no sign of her. It was clear that Sara expected me to get out of the car and walk up the driveway to the front door stark naked.

I sat in the car for few minutes not really sure what do to. Being naked on the beach was one thing, but walking from the car to my front door in full view of neighbours who may happen to be watching was a very different matter.

But Sara was right this was one of my fantasies. I did want to be forced to expose myself in public, so taking a deep breath, I opened the car door and stepped out closing the door behind me.

As I started the journey to our front door I heard the ominous sound of the car doors being locked, presumably by Sara with the remote from inside the house.

Slowly, with as much composure as I could muster, I walked up to the front door only to find it locked.

Panic hit me, a sickening feeling right down deep in the pit my stomach. I was stranded, I couldn't go back to the locked car, all I could do was ring the door bell and hope that Sara would not make me wait too long.

I rang the bell. Seconds passed, maybe minutes. I rang the bell again. I was vaguely aware of cars driving past in the street. Whether people in the cars saw me I don't really know, but I am sure some of the cars slowed as they went past, maybe to get a better look.

One thing I was acutely aware of was my now urgent need and the incessant throbbing emanating from my loins that seemed to be consuming my whole body and my mind.

I rang the bell again, waited and rang again.

At last the door opened and there was Sara. "Oh, hi Catherine it's you, I wondered who could be at the door," she said with a laugh and huge smile as she stood aside to let me in.

"Sara you bitch how could you do that to me?" I scolded her in mock outrage as I rushed past hurrying to get to the privacy of my room.

I closed the door, collapsed on my bed and automatically my hand found it's way between my legs.

As my fingers made contact with my wet aching pussy and hard throbbing clit I came in one of the most powerful, shattering, orgasms that I have ever experienced that seemed to last for several minutes. My whole body was racked with orgasmic spasms, I felt as if I was suffocating and I am sure that I lost consciousness for a few seconds, maybe longer. Fuck it was amazing! Absolutely fucking wonderful!

As I slowly regained my senses I became aware of the late afternoon sunshine, the sound of birds outside my window, a pleasant dull ache between my legs, a large wet patch on my sheets and the sound of suppressed laughter outside my door.




Innocence Lost



There was a knock at the door. "Catherine are you all right? It sounds like world war three in there." It was Sara, who had obviously been outside listening.

I turned on my side, curled up pulling a pillow between my legs and pressed it against my hot wet cunt, imagining it was my lover, maybe Sara. I smiled to myself savouring the moment and enjoying the glow that comes after such intense release and total sexual satisfaction.

"Yes Sara, thank you, everything is absolutely wonderful." I'm not sure if she heard me.

The day at the beach with Sara had certainly not turned out as I had expected. I had discovered the thrill of being exposed in public, one of my fantasies had been fulfilled and my appetite for exhibitionism had well and truly been whetted.

At the time I had no idea of the implications and consequences of what had just started out as a simple day at the beach. That day my life changed and the next day I would get a glimpse of a different future. And what part Bethany would play in it.

But that is another story, or more correctly those are other stories and I will keep that, or them, for another day. 



Innocence Lost



Maurice Smith knew to count his lucky stars everyday. It all started when he married his pretty blonde wife, Miriam, twenty years ago. It seemed to Maurice that his lovely blonde wife got even prettier and prettier each and every day. He enjoyed looking at her as well as watching the reaction from other men. You see, Miriam seemed to have an innocence about her that stemmed from her teenage years. Without her even trying, she was both provocative and shy at the same time. Miriam could go almost anywhere dressed however she wanted and men would stare at her without her even noticing their wanton desires and lustful intentions. She normally didn't wear but the minimum of makeup but she did wear a nice fragrance and always wore a bright red lipstick with matching nail polish.

Whether she was going out for the evening, running some quick errands or out for her daily exercise, men would always stop to ogle at her lovely face with its beautiful honey-blonde hair and her trim figure. On Sunday after church, they stopped by to grab a few groceries for the Sunday dinner; Maurice's favorite meal time. It wasn't their normal store but it was on the way home from the church that was located downtown. 

Maurice was wearing his usual Brooks Brothers grey pinstripe suit with a white, starched buttoned-down collar while Miriam was dressed in a fabulous Navy skirt and long-sleeved sheer white blouse. He could see the trace of her lacy bra beneath. Her little feet were adorned in size four Gucci, navy blue 'peep-toe' high heeled shoes, you know, the ones with the little cut out at the toe of the shoe to let the toes 'peep' through. He could see the red nail polish on the toes of her sexy, little feet. Pearls were around her neck and wrist with individual pearls at each ear. While Miriam was especially dressed for church, she had been called the 'Hot Church Lady' on more than one occasion. She even caught their church Pastor's roving eye. 

They were in Maurice's Mercedes and once he had found a convenient parking spot, Miriam got out of the car on the passenger side. Maurice didn't think much of it when his was parking but on the trunk of a car a couple of spaces over sat three young black men. When his wife got out of the car, her dress must have ridden up her firm thighs and when she stepped out, the black guys got quite a show of her very nice looking legs. One of the black guys whistled at her and one even had the nerve to say under his breath, "Baby, come to Daddy," as he grabbed his swelling crotch.

Miriam pretended that she didn't notice them and walked innocently on by but Maurice heard another say, "Man, look at those legs. They goes all the way up to her sweet little ass."

Maurice could see his wife blush at the rude and vulgar comment but she didn't do or say anything back to them. Maurice quickly locked the car, making sure that the young black thugs heard the car's alarm being set and then escorted his wife inside the store. He went over to the pharmacy section to get some aspirin. On his way back he saw that his wife was over in the baking section. She had planned on making her husband's favorite cake; Devil's Food. Maurice was about to turn down into the aisle but stopped when he saw a black man of about thirty with a shaven head and a goatee on his chin come up to Miriam. He could overhear the conservation.

"Ma'am," the black guy started out. "I's trying to bake my little girl a birthday cake and I'm not sure what mix to get her. Can you please help me pick out something for her?

"Sure," Miriam said smiling at the Negro. "How old is your little girl and what's her name?"

Maurice watched as the black man stepped a little closer to Miriam.

"Her name's Sally, but we call her Angel. Should I get her a white cake with chocolate icing or a chocolate cake with white icing? I think that the chocolate should be covering the white."

The black man put his arm around Miriam's waist as he talked. Maurice could see his wife flinch at the physical contact from the black stranger.

"That's a lovely name for a little girl," she replied hesitantly.

As the pretty blonde wife leaned over to pick out a box of cake mix, the Negro's hand slid down from her waist and fell upon her buttocks. Watching his wife with this Blackman making the moves on her, Maurice's own dick surged in his pants.

"How about an Angel Food cake for your little Angel? You can put chocolate icing on that."

Maurice watched his wife as the black man caressed her firm butt through the skirt. Miriam placed her left hand on his to stop the Negro from going any further. Maurice saw the striking contrast of her lovely white had with its red nails and wedding rings against the stark blackness of his hand.

Miriam handed him the box of cake mix and said hurriedly, "I've got to go now. My husband is probably looking for me."

Maurice stepped back so as not to be seen as his wife turned to leave the grinning black man. She hurried about the corner and nearly ran into her husband who pretended to come around the corner at the same time. They collided. Maurice could tell that his wife was flustered form her black encounter of the close kind. He knew that Miriam was no racist but she never had much contact with 'those nigras' as her Daddy used to say. 

Later that night as they slept, Maurice dreamed that his lovely blonde wife was in bed with the black guy from the grocery store. The two had already finished making love and Miriam was cuddling in the black guys arms. They kissed like lovers do and then black guy made passionate love to Maurice's wife in his own bed.

*******

Like most typical husbands, Maurice really wasn't into shopping with his wife but on several occasions, he was glad he tagged along. One such time was when she was down at one of the new women's shoe stores at the mall. It was during her summer break from teaching high school so it was fairly hot outside. Miriam wore a short skirt with a nice top to go shopping. She liked to wear sandals and today was no exception. It was early and there weren't too many patrons in the store yet so Maurice sat down while he waited on his wife to select several pairs of new shoes.

This being the summer break, the store employed high school students to fill in during vacation for the regular employees. Soon a young black man wearing a store nametag with his name, 'Tyrone' printed on it came up to Miriam. He watched her as she entered the store. Tyrone liked waiting on pretty white women.

"Ma'am," the young black man said. "Can I help you find something?"

"Yes, you may," Miriam replied. "Do you have this pair in a size four?" she asked.

Miriam handed the young black shoe clerk a sexy-looking pair of red high heels with a little bow at the heel. 

"Let me check in the back. I'll be right back. Okay?" the black summer-time helper almost stammered. He normally could speak to most any woman but when this one leaned over slightly, the cleavage of her breasts caught his eye and his long black cock immediately came to life.

Tyrone took the shoe from the attractive blonde women. He saw that her husband was watching them so he wouldn't be able to come upon to her like he would do with many of the other pretty white women who frequented this shoe store. He had to smile to himself, though, because these types of sexy shoes were usually referred to as 'CFM' shoes, 'Cum Fuck Me' shoes.

The black clerk quickly found the red 'CFM' shoes as he also picked up a pair of sexy black sling-backs that the store had just received.

"Ma'am," he said. "Here they are. Have a seat here."

Miriam sat down in the chair indicated.

Tyrone knelt down in front of the pretty white woman and took her foot in his black hands slipping off her sandals. The deep blackness of his large hands contrasted nicely with the pretty whiteness of her dainty feet with their red-tipped toes. As he slid her foot into the red shoes, he maneuvered her leg so he got a very nice look up her dress. He saw that her husband was looking at some shoes over on another shelf so Tyrone took a little longer than normal to place the shoe on her foot. As he was slipping the other shoe on her foot, he saw her smooth firm thighs and lacy white panties. If he had to get up right at that very moment, his hardened cock would have ripped his pants. 

Miriam stood up and walked around trying the shoes out as she looked at the shoes in the many mirrors situated around the shop. Tyrone looked up at the pretty blonde woman and Tyrone smiled back at her. He already knew that he had made the sale now if only he could figure out how to score with this lovely blonde beauty.

"Ma'am," Tyrone said. "We have a new pair of designer shoes that just came in yesterday. You would be the first one to own a pair of the beautiful shoes and we are offering a two for one special today," he lied. He planned on giving the shoes to her by mistake.

Miriam sat back down as Tyrone took her foot in his hands again as she tried on the black sling-backs. They, too, looked very ice and sexy on the pretty blondes wife's feet. She stood up again and walked around admiring the shoes. Miriam had almost as many pairs of shoes as Imelda Marcos.

"I'll take both pairs," she said.

"Let me write them up," smiled Tyrone.

Not only did he get her credit card information but he also got her name, address and phone number. He also asked and received her email address.

"You'll love wearing these shoes," he said. "With you wearing them, you make them look so sexy."

"Well, thank you," Miriam blushed at the compliment. The black clerk shook her hand for a little longer than she thought necessary. Miriam and her husband left the store with her new purchases in hand.

*******

Miriam was very popular at the high school where she taught English, not only with the students but also with the other teachers and staff. There was a new black assistant football coach who already had his sights set on the beautiful blonde teacher. He was part of the new breed of black men who aggressively pursue pretty white women to introduce them into the pleasures and pain of interracial sex. Marcus was very good at the seduction game and he planned on having Miriam as his next beautiful conquest. While Wilt Chamberlain probably will always have the record of scoring with over twenty thousand women, Marcus Taylor wanted to be number two; he knew he had to try harder, just like the old Avis rental car slogan.

As it turned out, Marcus actually taught a couple of classes in Sophomore English when he wasn't in the boy's gym or on the football field. He had majored in English during his college days as he knew that there would be plenty of women in that field who met his criteria. Because of that, he was able to see the pretty blonde teacher and work with her on his lesson plans as she was his mentor. Marcus enjoyed being around Miriam. She always looked great in whatever sharp-looking outfits that she wore. Her perfume even tantalized his broad black nose like her body did his big black cock. It didn't take much to make his big black cock nice and hard just thinking about the beautiful blonde teacher.

*******

Miriam was very naive when it came to her sexuality. While she would look good in any of her clothes that she wore to teach school, to the boys, especially the black ones, the pretty blonde teacher was their fantasy. Her desk in the class room was actually only a table. The boys in the front row could easily see her fine legs from under her dress. Sometimes when she was bending over to talk to one of the students, her blouse would open up revealing the creamy white tops of her full breasts. Without knowing it, she was flirting with almost every male in school; eager students, teachers and staff alike. 

Many a black boy dreamt that they could lie between those sexy white legs.

*******

Miriam had just gotten home from a long day at school when the phone rang.

"Mrs. Smith?" the male voice said. 

"Yes," replied Miriam. "Who's calling?"

"This is Tyrone over at the shoe store," he replied.

At first, Miriam didn't recognize the caller. She had to think a moment or two.

"Oh, hi Tyrone. How are you today?"

"I'm fine Mrs. Smith but I made a mistake the other day. The black pair of sling-backs were not included in the two-for-one special. The boss deducted the cost of those shoes from my already meager paycheck. He said that I could substitute another pair if you like but I need those black ones back. They were from a special designer collection but I do have another pair that looks very similar."

"I really like the black ones. How much are the designer ones?" she inquired.

"Ninety-nine ninety-five," he replied.

"I'd like to keep those but I'll certainly pay you for them," Miriam replied.

"Can I bring the free pair of shoes over now and collect the money for the other ones?"

"You don't have to do that, Tyrone. I can make it back in to the store on Saturday."

"Mrs. Smith, my boss said I needed to take care of the matter this evening. May I come over now?"

"Okay," she relented and gave him her address. He already knew where she lived as he had cruised the neighborhood several times already. 

There were a couple of things that Miriam did routinely after a long day of standing on her feet teaching at the high school. The first thing that she did when she got home every afternoon was to remove her constricting pantyhose. Like many women, the pretty blonde teacher and wife didn't like pantyhose but as a teacher, she didn't have the option of having bare legs at school. She could have worn stockings with a garter belt but the blonde beauty saved that for more intimate encounters like a night on the town with her husband. 

The other thing that was included in Miriam's afternoon delight was a glass or two of her favorite white wine. If she had not already had two glasses, she might never have agreed to having the black shoe store clerk come over to her house, especially with her husband out of town on business; or was it pleasure?

The doorbell rang a few minutes later. Miriam padded across the cool tile entry way in her bare feet.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith," The black shoe store clerk said. "May I come in?" He smiled at the blonde beauty. His bright white teeth were in stark contrast to his jet black skin. 

Miriam had not grown up with Negroes as she attended all-white private schools. Her first experience with blacks was at the University of Alabama when she was a freshman. It seemed to her that there were many black guys on campus as the University actively recruited blacks for football or basketball athletic scholarships. The pretty blonde freshman seemed to be fair game for all these black studs and Miriam had to just about beat them off with a stick. They were always asking her out. Miriam always felt uncomfortable around 'Darkies' as her dad still called them as they always seemed to be undressing her with their dark and foreboding eyes. Several of her white sorority sisters dated some of the black athletes but to her, a white person dating a black person was strictly taboo. Her daddy told her that he would disown her if she even thought about dating a black boy. What would her daddy think now about his daughter inviting a young black boy into her own home?

The black youngster carried a shoe box under his arm that she recognized as Pappagallo shoes. Those were the brand that she normally bought.

"Come in, Tyrone. Have a seat." 

Tyrone stepped inside as the pretty blonde wife closed the front door.

Miriam felt the same flush over her entire body that she remembered from the black boy's stare during her previous college days. Tyrone smiled appreciatively at the pretty blonde wife. She was still in the navy skirt and pretty white blouse that she had worn to teach in earlier today. The top two buttons were undone so the black shoe store clerk got a nice look at her creamy white cleavage. He worked his way down her shapely hips to her smooth, bare legs. But what really caught his eyes were her pretty bare feet with their red toe-nail polish that matched the color on her slim fingertips.

"Here," the black boy said as he held out the box of shoes. "Let's try these on for size."

Miriam sat on the stuffed easy chair and sank down a little further than she had planned on. Her finely-manicured fingers clutched vainly at the hem of her skirt to try to keep it from riding up her smooth, white thighs. It didn't help much as her hem was now past mid-thigh. 

The black boy smiled at her failed attempt at modesty.

"Did I tell you how pretty your little feet are?" Tyrone asked.

"Why, no." Miriam blushed. 

The Negro shoe clerk liked the way the pretty blonde wife blushed. He thought that it was so innocent. His big black cock was busting loose from his pants.

Tyrone took her pale foot into his muscular, dark hand. He stroked the side of her foot where the throbbing blood vessel ran over the ankle bone. The young Negro felt her heart beat accelerate.

The lusting Negro placed her tiny foot on his bent knee as he extracted the replacement shoe from its box. Of course, the shoe fit perfectly like when the prince placed the glass slipper on Cinderella's foot. With one hand still holding the shoe, his other hand gently eased up the inside of her leg, past her knee and then on up her thigh. Miriam let her legs part slightly so his dark hand could roam further up her firm thighs and under her dress. Tyrone saw that she wasn't wearing any panties as one of his fingers slipped past the soft, down-like curly blonde pussy hair.

Miriam gasped as his searching dark finger found her innermost being. She couldn't believe that she was just letting this black boy have his way with her. Her left hand went down to the juncture of her womanhood and covered his hand with hers in a feeble attempt to stop any further advances but it was too late for the pretty blonde wife. Tyrone had found her throbbing clitoris and making Miriam pant with her heated sexual arousal and taboo interracial lust.

"Please," she whispered. "I can't do this. I'm married."

"Mrs. Smith, I can't stop now," he replied urgently.

"What if I suck you first?" she begged.

Many times in the past few days, Tyrone had envisioned this pretty little bitch with her sweet little red lips encircling his swollen manhood.

"Okay, then. Take me out. This better be good!" Tyrone said as he stood up in front of the lovely blonde beauty.

The attractive blonde wife and teacher got down on her knees in front of Tyrone. She hesitated but her fingers finally found the buckle to his belt. Miriam unsnapped his paned and lowered the zipper. He wasn't wearing any underwear and the first thing she saw was his bountiful, kinky black pubic hair. The second thing that she saw made her gasp. Tyrone huge black cock was standing tall at full attention. Miriam was amazed at how big he was. He was more than twice the size of her husband. She remembered one of her sorority sisters talking about one of the black guys. While not all black men had big cocks, on the average, Negroes sports large erections with tremendous staying power. Miriam was about to find out about his staying power. While on many occasions, her own husband wanted her to go down on him, she always refused him. Now she had the Negro shoe clerk's big black cock in her warm hands. Her red lips slowly opened up taking the tip of his proud African cock into her sweet mouth. Some of the pretty white girls that he had dated gave him a mighty mean blowjob but this pretty blonde wife was by far the best he had ever had and she really hadn't even started yet.

Tyrone would have cum right then and there if it hadn't been for his excellent staying power. 

Miriam tried desperately to make him ejaculate early to keep his potent African seed out of her fertile womb but he wasn't quite ready yet. Her tongue ran up and down the full length of his swollen black manhood. The tip of her tongue teased the tip of his cock. She would become a great cocksucker given enough time and experience.




Innocence Lost



The muscular black youth finally reached and lifted the pretty blonde wife to her feet.

L "Let's see those tits," he commanded.

Miriam hesitated for a moment and then turned around. 

"No," he said. "Turn back towards me. I want to see you undress."

Miriam was trembling when she turned back around to face her black tormentor. Her timid fingers fumbled at the top button of his sheer white blouse. The pretty blonde wife pulled the shirt-tail out of her skirt. She then unbuttoned the cuff of each sleeve. The blouse fell to the floor around her trim ankles. Miriam reached behind to unsnap the lacy, white bra. She hesitated another moment before letting the useless bra fall away from her creamy, white breasts. The pretty blonde wife attempted to hide her bare breasts with her fingers until Tyrone grasped a wrist and pulled it away fully revealing her magnificent breasts. Miriam looked down in shame. No one but her husband had even seen her bare breasts before.

"Come here," the young black man said.

Miriam stepped into his waiting arms for a passionate soul kiss. She felt his rough hands on her sensitive nipples as his strong dark fingers tweaked them into hardness.

Since she married her husband, no body had ever kissed her like this before. It was both highly erotic and exciting. It was the forbidden fruit of interracial lust between a black man and a white woman. Miriam couldn't help that her whole body was aroused and tingling with excitement. 

His black hand reached up under her skirt and found her wet vagina. Miriam gasped as a couple of fingers found their intended target. Her little clitoris was erect and throbbing from his ministrations.

"Please," she tried once again a little more insistent this time. "I can't do this. I'm married. Please don't penetrate me. I'll do anything else that you want."

Tyrone knew that he had her right then and there. He could make her his white slut for black cock. Why he backed off now, he couldn't understand later but he did. He should have taken what he wanted most, her husband's precious white pussy and sweet, tight ass.

"I'll hold you to that Mrs. Smith," the black shoe store clerk replied as he walked out of the door.

*******

Miriam was mentally and emotionally exhausted. She had never been as intimate with another man before other than her own husband. Miriam was left with the feeling that she normally had after a lovemaking session with her husband -- unsatisfied and unfulfilled. She had a momentary regret that the Negro boy hadn't taken her then like it seemed he wanted to. That encounter with the black shoe clerk was the closest that she had come to an orgasm without actually having one. 

The pretty blonde wife stripped off the rest of her clothing and stepped into the shower with the water a hot as possible without scalding herself. Her pussy was still throbbing as she cleansed it with a wet sponge. She almost had an orgasm right then thinking about her date with destiny and that big, proud African cock.

*******

Marcus Taylor still couldn't believe his good luck at his high school coaching job. He loved coaching football and having the pretty blonde teacher as his mentor was just gravy. Miriam was like the whipped cream on his tasty banana split. He couldn't wait to taste the pretty teacher's lickedy-split again. Next time he would make sure that he plowed her fertile ground. He always had plenty of white pussy whenever he wanted it but his pretty blonde mentor really intrigued him and got his juices flowing. Knowing that she was married made the hunt even more exciting. Marcus enjoyed taking what the white man considered his and off-limits to a black man. He had plenty of white girls and women throwing themselves at him but he liked the chase. The problems came from underage girls, their irritated white boyfriends and the married women and their irate husbands. He was finding more and more couples who liked to experiment with interracial sex and Marcus was more than happy to be the dark stud. Some of the husbands even liked to videotape him screwing the ever-loving daylights out of the wife. While Marcus didn't understand the pitiful husband's motivation for watching the wife get fucked by a well-hung Negro, it wasn't up to him to question why just fuck'em. It wasn't all that long ago that black men could get themselves lynched by an angry mob of white men for just one lustful look at a white women. Now it was much more prevalent for a white woman to be exhibited on the arm of a black man and in his bed. In particular, many black athletes got themselves prime white pussy as a way of telling the world that they had made it. 

A lot of the black 'sistas' accuse white women of being 'gold-diggers' by their association with black entertainment celebrities and sports figures. While there was a certain amount of notoriety that the white women attained while being with those 'famous' Negroes, they were clearly after his money and his big black cock. Marcus liked to cash in on the white pussy. He had one or two every night just like one-a-day vitamins.

*******

The next Friday afternoon after classes were over, Miriam was sitting next to him reviewing his lesson plans for the next week. He could smell her expensive perfume and the nice smell of her freshly-shampooed hair with his broad black nose. The heat of her sexy body transferred to his as her thigh accidentally grazed his.

She said, "Oh, excuse me," as she reached down to pat his thigh. He was already erect and her hand actually patted his stiffened cock as it stretched down his pants. Startled as she felt his hardened manhood, she quickly pulled her hand away and looked forebodingly into the deep black coal pits of his dark eyes. He just grinned wickedly at her. She realized that the black assistant football coach was huge in the 'package' department. 

They finished up their lesson plan work and were getting ready to leave when one of the other female English teachers stopped by.

"Hey," the brunette history teacher said." You still want to go to the pub with us this evening. We're leaving in just a few minutes. Say, Marcus, why don't you come too?" he asked. "Besides, if she doesn't want you as her date then you can always take me," she smiled sweetly. Marcus had already fucked the brunette on several occasions but he still preferred blondes -- true blondes and he intended to find out real soon if Miriam were 'true' or not.

"Sure, why not?" Marcus chimed in. "Me and Miriam were just talking about goin' some place for a drink and a little fun, right Miriam?"

Miriam quietly said, "Right, Marcus. Let me freshen up a moment and we can go now." 

"Sure, sure," he the black assistant football coach said. With a full-court press, he thought to himself, he might even get lucky tonight and score!

*******

The two drove separately as they lived in opposite directions from the pub.

The pub was called 'Cheers,' like the bar sit-com on TV. They had to go outside of the school district boundaries as the District Superintendent didn't allow his teachers fraternizing at bars within the district. What kind of reputation would his teachers have? He knew they would drink but out-of-sight/out-of-mind the old saying goes was his motto. What his teachers did outside of the District's boundaries was of no concern to him - or was it?

The black bartender on duty had known Marcus for several years. They had an agreement to add a little extra liquor to the drink of any woman that he was with. Miriam ordered a Gin & Tonic with a twist of lime. The bartender gave her an extra shot of gin as well as just a touch of 'Impulse' to relax her a little more. He knew just the right amounts so that the drug could not be easily traced back to him. There were also times when Marcus gave him a shot at the pretty little white lady as he, like Marcus, was very fond of pretty white bitches. He loved to her them squeal like a stuck pig when he slammed his big black cock into their unprepared tiny white pussies.

Miriam's husband was out of town that weekend on a golf outing with clients. While she wasn't anxious to return home to a dark and empty house, it had been a long week for her and she was starting to get tired and very sleepy. She had a tingling sensation between her legs that she couldn't quite put her finger on, pardon the pun. Miriam had already gone into the ladies room and removed her constricting pantyhose. They were now wadded up in her purse but she noticed when she was taking them off that the crotch of the pantyhose was damp. Now, it felt like an itch that she needed scratched.

Several of the other teachers were leaving as it started getting late. Miriam noticed that her married brunette teacher friend left with a black guy she met at the bar. Actually, it was Marcus who pointed out that the brunette was leaving with her black lover. Miriam blushed when Marcus said that the brunette was going to get black-fucked tonight. Her own husband worked with the brunette's cuckolded husband. 

Miriam announced it was getting late when she realized that most of her teacher friends had already paired up with some one and gone on home. Marcus suggested that he drive her home as it looked like Miriam was more than just a little tipsy but she insisted that she was okay. 

Marcus watched the pretty blonde teacher get into her older-model white BMW convertible. 

*******

When she got home, Miriam realized that she had to pee and pee badly. She quickly parked her car in the garage and literally ran to the back door to unlock it. After disarming the screeching alarm, she barely made it just in time to the toilet in the utility room. She was thankful that she wasn't wearing any panties as she pulled up her skirt and opened her thighs, letting the yellow torrent stream from between her loins. 

The startled blonde looked up when she saw someone standing in the bath room's doorway watching her pee. She quickly stopped and tried to hide her naked loins with her hands but she couldn't stop peeing yet. Miriam let her thighs open back up as she finished. She patted herself try with some tissue. The black man staring at the blonde beauty could then see that she was a 'true' blonde. He liked that as he smiled to himself. 

"What are you doing her, Marcus?" she asked timidly.

"I wanted to make sure that you made it home okay. On the road, you were weaving back and forth a few times and you almost had an 'accident' right her in your own bathroom." 

Miriam blushed again when she realized that the black man had been watching her nakedness. She got off of the toilet and started to leave the room.

"Beside, we had some unfinished business," he said as he put his muscular arm against the doorway, thus preventing her from brushing by.

"What business," she asked quizzically.

Marcus took the pretty blonde wife in his arms as she literally melted in them. The extra liquor and Impulse in the blonde beauty's drink had done their intended job. Now it was up to Marcus to take care of business. Miriam felt his big black cock busting at the seams of his pants and searing a hole into her firm belly like a red-hot poker. 

They kissed like she had never been kissed before. Marcus reached up under her skirt and found her pussy dripping with her feminine juices. Miriam moaned when his dark fingers found her aroused and throbbing clitoris. 

The desperate housewife had a need that had to be satiated and sated now. Marcus worked the buttons of her blouse open and he expertly removed her lacy white bra. Now the blonde beauty was just wearing her skirt, high heels and jewelry. They stumbled their way to the marital master bedroom that she shared with her husband. They tumbled into the king-sized bed as they passionately kissed some more. There was no stopping Marcus from obtaining the golden ring this time and the 'golden ring' would be the pretty blonde wife's golden wedding ring. Marcus broke the embrace. He stood up over a panting Miriam. He flicked the light on as he wanted to see her magnificent body and he wanted her to see what she would be getting from him.

Miriam fumbled unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as Marcus stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The blonde beauty gasped when his erect cock sprung into view like a big black cobra. Miriam was attracted to it as her red lips opened accepting part of the enormous black one-eyed monster. She had never seen anything a large as this. It was simply amazing. It was three times the size of her own husband's penis and even bigger than the big black cock that the black shoe store clerk had sported. It was difficult for her to wrap her hands around the black giant. How any cock this size fit into any woman's tight little pussy was beyond her conception but she would soon attempt to find out.

Marcus didn't want to spill his potent African seed into her sweet mouth. He had another location in mind to deposit his proud sperm. His hands were wrapped in her silky, blonde hair while making a fucking motion with her head. He was about to cum so he quickly pulled out of her mouth.

"It's your turn now, Baby," he said to Miriam.

Instinctively, Miriam lies back on the bed and spread her legs. Marcus pushed her skirt up revealing one of the prettiest blonde pussies that he had ever seen and he had seen many. Her hands went to his head as he dipped his tongue into her honey pot. Miriam gasped again and had a pent-up orgasm. He own husband had wanted to 'go down' on her several times but she had always before refused his advances. Now here she was with a Negro between her legs. What would her Daddy think?

Miriam was in Seventh Heaven from the Negro's magic tongue. He knew how to satisfy a woman as one of his aunt's had taken him under her wing and taught him the ways of sex. His own mother had died from a stray bullet during a drive-by shooting. The aunt realized what marvel she had when she first changed his diapers. The boy had a man-size cock between his little legs. When he got older, he spent many a night satisfying his horny aunt and her many friends. One can not get any sexual training like that from a textbook. He didn't know what he had until he was playing football in high school. From the look on the other boy's faces, especially the white ones, he was by far the largest in the manhood department. Word got around of his sexual prowess and girls seem to be beating down his door. Marcus focused on the pretty blonde students first then went after the pretty married teachers. He nailed every one he pursued. They would never forget him as he was the first big black cock for many of the white girls and teachers. Now all he had on his mind was fucking the day-lights out of the nearly-naked blonde wife lying on the bed quivering in front of him.

After another couple of orgasms, Marcus worked his way up her smooth, firm belly letting his tongue lap at her belly button. He was surprised that she wore one of the 'belly-rings' that was so popular now with the younger girls. He wondered if she had any other piercings besides on her ears. It didn't look like it to his searching eyes. Her twin orbs were next. The black coach suckled on her breasts. He really liked the way her perfect, creamy breasts looked -- they were large and perky but not sagging.

He worked his way further up her neck savoring the perfume that she had sprayed there. His sharp teeth nipped at her tender skin leaving marks. What would her husband think if he ever saw those love-bites. His probing tongue went into her ear as he whispered, "Honey, I'm gonna fuck you all weekend."

They kissed some more. Marcus could tell that she was more than ready for him.

"Reach down and put it in for me, Baby," he whispered suggestively. 

Miriam readily complied but she was shocked at how big he had grown.

"Ohmigawd," she screamed in vain. "You are way too big for me." She tried to stop him from plundering her but she couldn't. 

The black man pressed to his advantage as her throbbing vagina lips parted enough to allow the monster black cock entry into her innermost feminine being. The first inch or so parted her pussy like Moses parting the Red Sea.

Marcus pressed forward with all of his weight and leverage. Miriam eyes flew wide and she looked up into the smoldering dark eyes of her Negro lover. She stifled a scream as another long inch drove deeply into her most sacred of openings. Marcus bent down as his thick lips covered hers in another long, deep soul-kiss.

Miriam legs and thighs opened up further allowing her first black lover access to where only her husband had gone before. Marcus bore further into the blonde beauty's resisting pussy to easily surpass her husband's deepest penetration. The black stud was not all the way in yet. The pretty blonde wife was squirming beneath him urging him on. He happily complied with her wishes.

The pretty blonde wife and teacher had never had an orgasm before until tonight. Now she had so many that she didn't bother to keep track of them any longer. The only thing that she knew was that the huge black thing between her legs was big enough and long enough to scratch any itch that she would ever have. She writhed beneath her big black buck. What would her husband think if he ever found out that his pristine white wife had been sullied and ruined by such a big black cock?

*******

Miriam and Marcus kept their affair up for quite sometime. Her husband even found out about it one evening when he came home early from a dinner meeting with a potential new client. He heard the lovemaking sounds coming from the bedroom when he first got home. He thought that Miriam was watching one of his porno movies in the bedroom. At first, Maurice was angry at his wife when he realized that it was her underneath the thrusting black buck. She had her trim legs wrapped around his muscular ass as he pounded into her upturned opening.

Surprisingly, Maurice's own dick got stiff while spying on the interracial couple. He cursed himself for thinking of his wife rutting with the black man on his marital bed as a 'couple' as he stroked himself. He had always wanted to watch his lovely wife in action with another man and now here she was fucking like she had been born to do just this.

Miriam saw her husband at the doorway out of the corner of her eye and was startled. She had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar! Actually, Marcus had his cock in her honey pot. Miriam smiled wickedly at her husband but continued fucking her black lover when she saw that he was relieving himself by masturbating. His lovely wife had lost all of her innocence as well as her cherry ass. She was now exclusively a slut for black cock!

The poor cuckolded husband spent many a night on the sofa bed in the den while his wife was servicing yet another black man. Maurice videotaped many of his wife's black encounters as he would jack-off to them later. Watching the interracial coupling in person was much better but he could only ejaculate once a night while her black lover wore her pussy out all night.

Marcus would spend the night with his favorite conquest from time to time but she was now usually busy with one of his black friends. Miriam was very popular. If the School District Superintendent had know that one of his pretty teachers had 'gone' black, he would have fired her ass as he was one racist bastard. 

Marcus targeted the Superintendent's pretty blonde wife next. Man, would he really be pissed when he found out that his own his own wife went black behind his back!



Innocence Lost



Jody was 18 when she went to stay with her aunt and uncle, in the country, that one summer. She had stayed over night with them many times growing up and stayed for weeks with them during summer breaks from school. Her aunt and uncle were happy she could stay with them, now that their children were all grown up and moved out. They both looked forward to her company. Her aunt Sara worked nights and her and her uncle Joel worked days, so at least she wouldn't have to be alone. 

Jody arrived earlier that day while her uncle was at work and was in the back yard laying out in the sun tanning. When she saw her uncle come home; she was excited to see him so she ran in the back door as he came in the front. She ran up and hugged him.

"Hi Uncle Joel," she said.

"Hi honey." he hugged her, and then he kissed her cheek.

His wife said, "I guess I have to get in line to get a hug and kiss around here." They all laughed while he walked over and hugged and kissed his wife.

Jody was wearing a string bikini; he tried not to look to obvious while looking at her little petite body and exquisite bubble butt, as they talked for awhile. She seemed oblivious to his inquiring eyes; although his wife saw him, and just smiled.

She said, "Well I'm going to go put on some clothes." as she went in her room.

His wife laughed and said, "You can pick your chin up off the floor now."

He said, "Whoa, she sure turned out nice didn't she; we just saw her last year."

"She sure did, I see you'll be enjoying the eye candy, you dirty old man." she said jokingly. 

He couldn't see that little niece anymore, the way he used to, since he saw her in her bikini, he could only see this attractive young woman no matter what she was wearing. 

One night after her aunt went to work Jody was lying on the couch watching TV and her uncle was sitting in a chair at the end of the couch and behind her. He had a good vantage point to observe her excellent body as she lie there without her seeing him looking at her. She was wearing little tight shorts and the way she was laying, her hip bones made a little gap so he could see down inside a little, and see her white panties, which aroused him a lot. He was thinking how she has no idea how nice of a body she has and how much she was arousing him. He was looking at her tan sleek body and how her shorts conformed to the beautiful shape of her pelvic, even showing her crack.

She lay there talking while watching TV, pulling her t-shirt up a little rubbing her bare flat belly with her slender hands, and occasionally running her thumb under her waist band, unknowingly driving her uncle wild. He could hardly keep track of what was on TV let alone what she was saying. Once in awhile she would look back at him while talking and he was hoping she didn't see where his eyes were fixed. 

He was noticeably getting aroused and he was concerned she would see he was getting an erection so he reached down inside his sweat pants and pulled it up so it was laying flat against him and not humped up so much. He rubbed it a little thinking how he would love to put it in her. Then he noticed she was falling asleep and she drew her one leg up and got still. He sat there for awhile then got up to get a drink and she didn't move. When he came back in the room he could see up the leg of her shorts which revealed her little pussy covered by her white panties. If it wasn't for the tight elastic on the leg of her panties he would be getting the view of his life. 

He just sat there and couldn't help continuing to look at her fine little body just laying there. He had this overwhelming urge to lick her little pussy. He thought how he would like to go to her and get down on his knees and start licking it, but he knew she would wake up and be freaking out. He thought the best way would be to talk to her and let her know how he felt about her; but how do you start a conversation like that. 

So he just sat there for awhile then decided he better go to bed since the next day was Friday and he had to work. So he stood up and walked over to her and gently patted, then rubbed her thigh. 

"Wake up honey; I'm going to bed now." 

She opened her eyes and looked at him and said, "Ok I guess I'll go to bed too then."

They both went to their own bedrooms, she went right back to sleep and he lay there by himself thinking of her lying in her bed so near by, lying there in just her panties, all alone. He was very aroused thinking of her. So he got out his personal lubricant and threw the covers off of himself and put some on his big deprived boy and started stroking it real slow, thinking of her and getting more aroused imagining and wishing she would walk in his bed room and see what he was doing. It wasn't long before he had a fantastic orgasm while thinking of her.

After wiping the cum and gel off himself he lay there thinking that he wished he could think of a way to let her know how he felt and what he would like to do with her, without her getting upset and telling her aunt and getting him into trouble and everything going to hell fast. 

Before he fell asleep he thought, 'I will find a way, I have to find away'.

He went to work the next day all the while thinking of her, infatuated with her, wondering why he felt this way, after all he was a happily married man, he and his wife had a very nice active sex life. 

When he got home everything was as usual, he ate supper, took a shower and spent an enjoyable time with his wife and niece sharing their days events with each other. Before he knew it, it was time for his wife to go to work. 

Shortly after she left his niece went in and took a shower and after awhile he saw her walk from the bathroom to her room with a towel wrapped around herself but he noticed he didn't hear her door shut. So he quietly got up and walked down the hall and past her room. To his delight there she was with her side to him, stark naked pulling a pair of panties on. 

He thought, 'Is she trying to drive me mad, does she want me to put the moves on her or does she really not know how tempting she is to me'. 

He went in and sat in his chair and pretended to watch TV although he couldn't concentrate on anything but that magnificent body burned into his brain. Then she walked into the room wearing a t-shirt and panties.

She said, "I hope you don't mind me wearing what I'm going to sleep in, that way I don't have to change later."

He told her, "No that's fine, you can wear whatever you want." But he's thinking, 'Good lord girl, you're killing me.'

They assumed there normal spots for watching TV, with him checking out the beautiful site and her falling asleep lying on the couch. He could tell she was asleep when she started breathing heavy. She was on her back with one foot on the floor and her legs slightly spread showing her wonderful panty covered crotch as if unconsciously or maybe consciously enticing him. 

He thought, 'I can't take this anymore,' so he got on his knees in front of her, if she wakes up he'd have to tell her how he felt. Then lifted her shirt to expose her panties all the way and leaned down and kissed her belly real light while looking at her face to see if she woke up, no response. Next he kissed her pussy lips through her panties, it was so soft and warm and it seems she doesn't have hair.

'She must shave, oh she's so fine,' he thought. Still no response, so he licked her up across her crack then her bare skin right where the elastic of the panty leg was. That she must have felt because she took a deep breath and moved a little. It made him think 'I can't approach her this way; I need to think of a better way.'

However he had another idea, so he reached over and grabbed a tissue to cum into and pulled his shorts down exposing a giant erection, and started masturbating right there kneeling in front of her, the head just inches from where it longed to be. At one point he thought about pulling the leg of her panties over and shoving it in to her before she knew what was going on, but he couldn't do that to any one let alone his sweet innocent niece. He again, kind of wished she would wake up and see him, he didn't know why but he would love to jack off while she watched him. When he ejaculated he was so worked up he was glad he had the tissue or he would have surely squirted clear up to her face, which would be hard to explain in any situation. After enjoying the moment immensely he kissed her pussy one more time then pulled her shirt back down where it was and was thankful she was a sound sleeper. He watched something on TV for awhile then woke her up and they went into their own bedrooms. He kept hoping he could think of a non intrusive way to break the ice with her, he wanted her so bad. 

The next morning was Saturday and his wife had come home from work and was in bed sound asleep so he got up and went out to the living room and was watching TV, after a little bit his niece came out of her bed room wearing the same thing she had on the night before. 

She came over to him and said, "Can I sit with you?" 

He said, "Sure" and scooted over in his chair and she sat down on his left and put her left leg over his and snuggled up to him and laid her head on his shoulder, the same way she used to when she was a little girl, so he put his arm around her. 

She said, "I like staying here with you two." 

He said, "We like having you here." 

They just sat there for awhile he rubbed her back feeling the shape of her slender sides and copped an occasional feel of the top of her panties. Then he boldly rubbed his hand down across her butt and on to her bare thigh. She just sat there with her arms around him and didn't seem to mind his exploring hand. 

She squeezed him and kissed his neck and said, "You feel so comfortable". 

So he leaned his head over and kissed her cheek and said, "You're so sweet". She then turned her head towards his to kiss his cheek at the same time he went to kiss her cheek again, resulting in the corners of there mouths making contact when they kissed. They both just giggled and continued their embrace.

He noticed she didn't have a bra on and how her t-shirt formed to her nice little firm titties and that her nipples perked up after their near kiss. He was getting an erection so he had to reach down in his pants and pull it up so it wasn't so noticeable, but she already noticed and watched him fix it. She didn't say anything but he noticed she kept glancing down at it. So he gently pulled her leg over his more and twisted a little towards her to kind of hide it. That idea backfired though, because now he could feel her thigh against it and made it get harder. She seemed to be curious about what was happening down there, because he could feel her pushing her leg ever so slightly in to it, trying to cop a feel herself.

He was thinking, 'This could be the opportunity he's been waiting for to let her know how he feels.'

"I've wanted to tell you something but really didn't know how to go about it." He said. 

"What? You can tell me." She replied curiously.

"I don't' know if you're aware of it or not but you have been blessed with extremely good looks and a beautiful body. You are very attractive and you have a reaction on me when ever I just look at you." 

"I'm sorry do you want me to get up." She said, concerned. 

"No, on the contrary, I like you close to me." He said hugging her

"Is that what's happening now, down there?" She asked while nudging her leg against it. 

"Yeah," he replied with a sigh. 

"I kind of noticed it before when I was around you but I didn't know I was the one causing it."

"Oh yeah, I didn't know how to tell you and I ask you please don't say anything to your aunt, she would get mad at me and upset if she knew I was even talking about this kind of stuff with you." 

"Ok, I won't say anything. I'm sorry, I didn't know." 

"Don't be sorry I love it, you're so fine. There now you know how I feel about you, please don't hate me for it." 

"I don't hate you, I'm quite flattered and I think it's nice." She replied excitedly while hugging him.

"Remember: please don't tell your aunt anything about what I told you. He pleaded. 

"I won't say anything." She assured him. 

He decided now for the final test. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head towards his and kissed her beautiful cherry lips. A kiss, a little longer than a friendly peck but not so long that he couldn't explain it away as a friendly show of affection. He was excited when she kissed him back rather than pushing him away.

He stopped the kiss and commented, "Mmm, your sweet as honey." They continued their embrace for some time to his pure enjoyment. 

Later after his wife got up he went outside and mowed and did some yard work. The whole time thinking of responses to everything he could imagine; if his niece told his wife anything. When he got done outside he took a deep breath and went inside hoping for the best. Ah everything seemed normal, niece and aunt doing normal stuff together, no dirty looks from anyone, both acting chipper. 

He was very excited that he finally told her and that it seemed to go Ok with her, he couldn't think of anything else all day. He was convinced his niece was tantalizing him though, because she looked better than ever. She was wearing some very revealing tight short shorts showing her nice skimpy panty lines and a very tight pullover blouse that conformed to her beautiful breasts and slender torso. 

The time came for his wife to leave for work, so after she left, he and his niece went into the living room and sat down, she on the couch, and he on his chair. They sat there for awhile looking at the TV neither one knowing what to say, both feeling a little awkward. 

So finely he said, "So how you doing today in light of what we talked about this morning?" 

"I'm Ok, I didn't say anything to anyone if that's what you're wondering." She said with a little giggle. 

"I figured you didn't since I didn't get hit over the head with a rolling pin." They sat there for awhile more looking at the TV neither one talking. 

Then he said, "For goodness sakes girl you're driving me crazy, come over here and sit with me." 

She got up from the couch grinning, and walked to him and after she got in the chair beside him. He reclined it all the way back and put his arm around her narrow waist and pulled her closer to him, encouraging her to lay down partially on top of him. He lifted her head to his and kissed her lips and she kissed him back, she felt so good as he rubbed his hand on her back and down across her side then on to play with her magnificent little butt.

She said in a worried voice, "This isn't right, I don't want to hurt Aunt Sara."

In a calming voice he explained, "I love Sara very much and I'd never want to hurt her, I would never leave her or anything like that. What we're doing is just having a little fun together, that's one of the reasons it's very important to keep this a secret. It's not like we're going to get married or anything. I just want to enjoy you and your fine body."

She snuggled back up to him, and could feel his warm manhood growing against her inner thigh, she liked the feeling of turning a man on, and that he was so attracted to her. He reached in his pants to pull his boy upright so he could get it in position to grind it against her. With one hand on her leg he pulled it up so her thigh was on top of his hard cock. He could feel her pushing her pussy in to his thigh as he did the dirty grind on her thigh. 

He savored the moment, thinking, 'even if it doesn't go any farther than this he will die a happy man.' 

They stayed in that position for a long time, kissing and talking. He liked rubbing her bare thigh and running his fingers up the leg of her shorts to feel her panties. Running his finger under the elastic of her panty leg, each time getting closer to her pussy. He was wondering why he couldn't feel any hair. 

She must have been able to tell what he was feeling for and said, "I shave."

A little startled by her frankness he asks, "What?"

She confidently explains, "Mom, told me to shave it, she does and loves it, says it's cleaner that way to."

He understandingly said, "Oh, I was wondering."

He pulled her on top of him so her pussy was right on his cock; the only thing between them was a little bit of cloth. With his hands on her butt they both enjoyed the feeling of mock sex. 

Then she stopped and gasped, "I can't do this."

He said, "What; what's wrong now? Don't do this to me"

In a concerned soft voice she explained, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid, I never did anything like this before, I'm a virgin, and I don't want to get pregnant."

Reassuring her he said, "Oh, don't worry about that, I had a vasectomy years ago, and I'll be gentle with you, I would never hurt you, and if at any time you want to stop, I will."

With excitement in her voice she said, "You can't get me pregnant, that's good to know, well maybe we can have fun." Then she went back to kissing him and riding back and forth on his fine display of affection. 

He returned his chair to the upright position then stood up holding her and swooped her legs up in his arm to cradle her, and carried her back to her bedroom. She laid her head against his neck, completely trusting him with what she knew was about to happen.

After carrying her to her bedroom he stood her up in front of him. He was a head taller than her, so he leaned down to kiss her.

"This is something I fantasized about doing with you for a long time." He told her with a shaky voice. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation. 

"I think it's nice that you want me so much, I never seen you like this before, I want to satisfy you." She said as she hugged him.

He put his hands on both sides of her beautiful face and said. "I want this moment, this feeling, to last for ever. I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I'm going to, we have all night." 

He kissed her then slowly slid his hands down her neck, across her breasts, down her sides to her shirt tail and lifted it up to take it off, she raised her arms to allow him. Tossing it to the floor he proceeded to unhook her bra and pulled it down off her arms, exposing her little firm titties. They were so young and firm they curved up slightly, to finish off with exquisite perky nipples, begging to be sucked. Afterwards he took off his own shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Then pulled his pants off, revealing his hard cock sticking straight out. She looked down at what was about the ravage her inexperienced body. He took her hands and encouraged her to hold on to it. 

She stood there trying to understand all the feelings going through her, she always loved her uncle but now she's feeling this arousal towards him as she rubbed her hands on his large cock, that she thought was surely to big to go in her. She was a little apprehensive about what's going to happen to her.

His hands then moved down to the top of her shorts, where he hooked both thumbs on either side of them and pulled them down while getting on his knees, putting his face right at her panties. He put his hands on her butt, squeezing her cheeks and kissed her belly then down to her pussy and kissed it. She ran her fingers through his hair. 

He pulled her panties down; she stepped out of them, then he had her sit on the edge of her bed. He guided her to lay back and went down and started kissing her bare pussy. She spread her legs wider and began to moan to the delightful feeling. When he penetrated her with his tongue she gasped at the new experience.

"Oh, mmm, that feels good." She cried out.

After licking up the full length of her crack a few times, he lifted her legs and spread them wider, then spread her pussy apart with his thumbs and commenced to eating some serious young pussy, licking and sucking on her virgin clit. At this point she's crying out loud in pure sensual over load. He was so excited to be pleasuring her so much, he loved her taste, her smell, the moment he waited so long for was here and he could hardly believe it was happening.




Innocence Lost



He had her scoot up in the bed so he could lie down beside her. He laid down to the indescribable feeling of their naked bodies touching. She was on her back while he was on his side leaning over her. They started kissing as he pushed his hot cock against her side, with a hand wrapped around each one of her beasts, they were just a nice hand full, he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He lowered his mouth down to one and licked her nipple then run his tongue around it, she gasped as he quickly sucked it in his mouth. He spent a lot of quality time on each breast, to his: and her enjoyment.

He then stood on his knees between her legs and guided her hand down to his cock, he helped her stroke it, he took his hand off of hers, so she continued on her own. She loved watching and feeling it get bigger and bigger. It soon got so big and rock hard, she put her other hand on it, and continued stroking. 

He leaned over her with his arms straight on each side holding his self up, and then told her, "I want you to guide it in, so you can take it at your on pace." 

He didn't want it to hurt her; he wanted her first time to be a fabulous, happy experience. It felt so good when she just put the head against her bare juicy lips, he pushed a little and felt it part her tight lips and enter. He savored the moment by working it in and out of her lips. He realized she wanted more when she put her hand on his but and pulled him towards her. He slowly pushed in and out going a little deeper each time, giving her juices time to lubricate his big head. He pushed more and he could tell he was starting to enter her tight virgin hole. She squeezed is cock with her hand and pushed him back a little. He pumped it in her lips a few more times, and then felt her pulling on him to continue. He pushed slow and steady and it felt better than he ever could imagine as it entered her tight hole, getting her cherry, she screamed, with a combined feeling of pain and pleasure. He pulled it out a little and then pushed it all the way in and they both made a sound of enjoyment as he laid flat on top of her and they kissed wildly as he pumped it in and out with long strokes. 

She stopped kissing him long enough to say, "This feels so damn good I want to do it all night."

He passionately replied, "You feel so good I wish I could do it all night."

He paced his self to make it last as long as he could. He couldn't believe what he was doing; he was living out his biggest fantasy, screwing this beautiful young girl. She was enjoying it as much as he was. She felt so good he couldn't hold off any longer. 

He could feel he was about to cum so he said, "Oh honey I'm cumming." 

She hugged him, they both hollered with excitement as he blew a load in her. They laid there and let it throb and pump every bit in her. He rolled off of her and lay on his back. 

She rolled over and gave him a kiss and said, "Thank you so much for being gentle with me, I'm glad you were my first time."

Taking deep breaths he told her, "You were fantastic; I can't remember having better sex. I'd like to do this all night with you; we just have to make sure I get out of here and in my own bed before Sara gets home."

She said, "Mmm, that's fine by me."

After kissing for awhile and playing with each others bodies he was hard and ready to go again. He easily pulled her on top of him so she straddled him and sat up with her juicy pussy on his cock. She discovered riding back and for on it, rubbed on her clit and felt really good. She then reached down and guided it in her and continued riding it faster and faster. When he got harder right before he came, he realized she was about to have her first orgasm ever, so he tried to prolong his to help her cum. 

She said, "Oh wow, I think I'm getting off, oh gosh, oh oh." He couldn't prolong it any longer and erupted inside of her, at the same time she dug her nails into his shoulders and screamed with delight, as she felt the most wonderful feeling she ever felt. She collapsed laying flat on top of him; he hugged her and said, "I'm so happy you got off." 

All she could say was, "That was great."

They both fell asleep with her on top and his cock still in her. After some time, he woke up and it scared him because he didn't know what time it was. He rolled over quick dumping her off of him, feeling his soft cock sliding out of her tight pussy. 

She woke up startled, and said, what's wrong."

He said, "Oh I was afraid it was time for Sara to get home."

In a scared voice she said, "is it?'

In a calmer voice he said, "No not yet, but I better go take a shower and get in my bed." He got up and made sure he picked up all of his clothes and got in the shower. She fell back to sleep to the sound of the shower going. 

It was Sunday morning his wife came home and went to sleep. He laid there for awhile thinking about everything that happened over the past 24 hours, and decided to get up, knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. He made coffee then went to the living room to sit down. It wasn't to long before Jody got up and came out and curled up with him.

Wrapping her arms around him she said, "I had fun last night."

He replied, "I had the time of my life." She rubbed her hand on his chest, he rubbed her butt. 

"Uh oh; feels like somebody's getting worked up, something's pushing against my leg." She observed. 

"I can't help it; you turn me on so bad." He admitted "I'd love to take you in and throw you in bed, but it's to risky right now." She reached down and grabbed his cock and started rubbing it and squeezing it. He reclined back to let her play with it. 

Then she whispered, "Can I suck it right here?"

Eagerly he said, "Yeah if you want, have you ever sucked a guy off before?"

In her cute shy voice she said, "No but I been wondering what its like." She reached inside his sweat pants and pulled it out. She stroked it for awhile looking at it, by now it's so big and hard that the head of it is shiny because the skin is tight.

"I like the way it looks and feels." With that she leaned down and kissed and smelled it, and then she started licking the head of it like it was an ice cream cone.

He whispered, "Oh that feels good." Then she put her mouth over it and started sucking. He tried to lay there and enjoy it without making noise. "You're going to make me cum, do you want to swallow it?"

She stopped long enough to say, "yeah cum in my mouth." She went back to pleasuring him, moving her head up and down faster while stroking his shaft with one hand and playing with his nuts with the other. She was getting a thrill out of making him squirm in his chair, then she noticed it getting real hard and he was breathing heaver. When all of a sudden she felt hot cream shoot to the back of her throat, she swallowed, she didn't have much choice. She could taste it, it wasn't like anything she tasted before, but she didn't mind the taste. Then she felt another blast of hot semen, she swallowed and kept sucking. She could tell he was enjoying it immensely. Then he pumped another load then another. He relaxed a little and she could feel it throbbing and cum still coming out a little. She sucked and licked it until it was about half soft, swallowing every drop it gave her. 

She looked up at him and smiled and said, "Did you like that?" He pulled her up to him and kissed her and stuck his tongue in her mouth to taste what she tasted. 

He told her, "You sure know how to satisfy a guy, that was great. I would return the favor but you scream to loud and Sara will hear you." 

She laughed and said, that's Ok, you're going to sleep with me again tonight aren't you?"

"Sure I am I'm going to be in your bed every night Sara's working.

I'm really dreading leaving here when summer's over."

He held her tight and said, "Me too, but we won't worry about that now, lets just enjoy the time we have together."

So enjoy their time together they did, several weeks went by and they enjoyed each other every chance they could. They got bolder on weekend mornings once Jody learned how to not be so vocal when she got excited. The summer was coming to an end fast and he was getting depressed thinking about her leaving.

One day he came home from work to find Sara and Jody sitting at the kitchen table looking solemn. 

Very concerned about the situation he said, "Hi is everything alright?"

Sara looked at him and said, "Jody just told me something, we need to talk." He glanced over at Jody and she looked away. 

He sat down thinking, 'This is the end of life as I know it.' Then said, "What tell me what's going on."

Sara said, "Jody is... well she just found out today that she can transfer to the college near here, and she asked me if she can live here with us while she's in school. I told her I didn't see why not, but I had to ask you.

Relieved and trying not to show his excitement he said, "Yeah that would be fine with me."

Jody jumped up and said, "Thanks Uncle Joel and Aunt Sara, I'm going to call my parents and tell them." as she left the room.

Sara said, "She's a good girl, I'm glad we can help her out. Besides I'll be benefiting from it too."

A little confused by her comment he asked, "Whys that?"

She goes on to explain, "Since she's been here our sex life is better, not that it was bad before but you've been as horny as a teenage boy. I think having a young beautiful girl around here has your hormones flowing." 

Trying not to blow his cover he said, "That could be, I must admit she is very attractive." Then he was shocked by her next statement.

She said with a slight smile, "I don't think I want to know what goes on around here when I'm at work."

He said, "Oh Sara, don't think like that."

Sara got up to fix supper and he went down the hall. He stepped in Jody's room and she just smiled at him not knowing if her aunt was right behind him. 

He grabbed her and gave her a kiss and said, "This is great now you can stay."

She laughed and said, "You looked like you were going to shit your pants when Aunt Sara said we need to talk. 

He said, "No doubt, that scarred the hell out of me, I thought you told her everything.

She hugged and kissed him and said, "I'd never do anything to hurt you, I look forward to us having a lot of fun together."

Glancing back up the hallway to make sure the coast was clear he said, "We will, I'll make sure of that.



Innocence Lost



Her breath caught in her throat as the final button fell prey to his calloused fingers. She could smell her own fear; a combination of sweat and the fetid air hanging motionless in the gloom. Claustrophobia was beginning to make her hyperventilate, but she fought the urge to scream and push his hands away. The last thing she wanted was for him to see how scared she was. 

"So pure and...untainted," David said, almost to himself.

He smiled, a slow predatory smile, before his gaze dropped down from her eyes and into her cleavage. It felt like something unpleasant was crawling across her skin as his eyes devoured her tender flesh. She shivered.

"Exquisite," he murmured before reaching out and touching one exposed nipple with a fat, nicotine stained finger. 

Beth recoiled in horror and tried to cover her body. Almost immediately two hands grabbed her arms from behind and yanked them back. The other man held her with far more force than was necessary as she tried in vain to wriggle free. She knew ker skin would be stained purple within a short space of time, but then that was nothing to what else was probably about to be inflicted upon her.

"There's no point in fighting this." David's words were soft, almost sympathetic. He looked sad for a moment as he watched Beth. "It's your destiny," he told her kindly. 

*

One week earlier...

"We're here," announced Ryan with a sideways glance at her. 

Beth opened her eyes and yawned sleepily before gazing out through the car window. The house was nothing like she expected. It stood beneath the towering elms like a faded southern belle in her twilight years. There was an air of neglect hanging over the place like a dusty shroud. 

The front door creaked open when Ryan jumped out of the car to stretch his legs. Beth shielded her eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun as it caught a pane of glass and temporarily blinded her.

"You must be Beth," said a low, smooth voice. 

The man smiling at her was tall, taller than Ryan, and much broader. His dark hair was tinged with silver and the way his cold blue eyes briefly flickered over her body sent a shiver down her spine. This had to be David, Ryan's step-father.

"Hi, yeah, I'm Beth," she offered politely. "Ryan's told me all about you."

"I'm sure he has, my dear." The man smiled, but it was a cold smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

He's like a snake, Beth thought uncomfortably. 

"Hey David," Ryan grinned as he dropped their bags on the driveway. "Where's Mum?"

"She's in the kitchen as usual. You know how she is."

Both men chuckled lightly, sharing some kind of private joke, but David's eyes were on Beth the moment Ryan turned away. Goose bumps prickled her skin despite the oppressive heat of the day and she fought the sudden urge to run away.

"Come on, Beth, let's go see Mum." Ryan headed off towards the house and with one last predatory glance at her David followed him. Beth sighed as she picked up her holdall bag. They were stuck here for a week and she was just going to have to lump it. 

She heard the wrought iron gate clanking shut across the driveway as they entered the house. Like a prison, thought Beth with increasing unease. 

* 

"That's a pretty necklace," Katherine commented as she passed Beth a bowl of apple crumble.

Beth smiled at Ryan's mum, briefly touching the simple gold cross that hung around her neck. "Thanks, it was a birthday present from my aunt."

David leaned over and examined the necklace that was resting lightly between Beth's breasts. "Nice," he commented. 

Nobody but her seemed to notice the subtext lying beneath his innocent comment and Beth wondered, not for the first time, why they all thought he was wonderful. David was Katherine's second husband—Ryan's father had apparently been killed in a car accident when Ryan was small. Katherine had remarried when Ryan was thirteen and by all accounts, Ryan thought his stepfather was an okay guy.

She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but there was definitely something about him that made her deeply uncomfortable. Every time she turned around, he was there, watching her with his cold blue eyes. 

"He gives me the creeps," she'd told Ryan earlier that evening when they were alone in her room. Ryan's room was further down the corridor, but he had come along to walk downstairs with her to dinner.

He laughed with genuine amusement. "You're over reacting!" 

"I'm not," she replied huffily. "I know what I feel."

"He can be a little intense sometimes," Ryan conceded as he lay on her bed, watching her brush her long hair. "That's just the way he is—'deep' Mum always says. He doesn't mean anything by it. Besides, he's going away in a couple of days to some church thing."

"What church?" Beth was surprised. Ryan hadn't mentioned that David was a vicar and somehow the image of him preaching benevolently from a pulpit didn't quite fit.

"Oh some ultra secretive thing he's involved with." Ryan rolled his eyes dismissively. "I dunno what it's all about—he never talks about it and Mum stays out of it, so I don't take much notice."

Beth pulled the hairbrush through her hair and wondered just what he was involved in. It sure didn't sound like the local Methodist church. They had gone down for dinner as Beth continued to mull over the enigma that was David. Now, as she glanced up from her bowl of apple crumble, she found David watching her again. The mouthful of food abruptly stuck in her throat and she coughed, trying to dislodge it.

"Are you okay, my dear?" David asked solicitously before passing her a glass of wine.

"I'm fine, thanks." She gulped some of the exceedingly dry wine down and her eyes watered. It tasted rather strange; woody, earthy almost. With a grimace of distaste she couldn't quite disguise, Beth pushed the glass away and reached for some water instead.

"Not to your taste?" David commented with a faint smile.

"No, not really. I don't usually drink wine." It was a lie, but she didn't want to offend Katherine.

Ryan chuckled. "David's wine is all home produced," he said. "Fermented from all manner of weird and wonderful things he grows in the gardens. I stopped asking years ago what he makes it from." He winked at Beth and she felt his hand squeeze hers beneath the table.

"Would you like a coffee instead dear?" Katherine stood to collect the dishes and the conversation moved away from wine, much to Beth's relief.

*

"He likes you," Ryan said as they sat down on a stone bench beneath one of the tall elm trees. The house was hidden behind a screen of vastly overgrown rhododendron bushes, their flowers exuding a heavy perfume in the sultry night air. 

Beth stared up at the inky sky, dotted with millions of twinkling stars. She wasn't sure if she wanted David to like her. What she really wanted was never to clap eyes on him again once they left this house. 

"You're the first girl I've taken home that he's shown any interest in. I guess that makes you special," Ryan continued. He slipped his arm across her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. "But you know I already think you're special." 

She leaned into him and relaxed. If only they hadn't come here—if only they had gone to the beach house like she'd wanted. But Ryan had been insistent that it was time for her to meet his family. "They're dying to see you," he'd said.

"Ooh, I'm getting worried now!" she'd joked. "I'll start thinking that maybe you're going to propose or something!" She hadn't been serious, but the fleeting expression of hurt that touched his eyes for a moment had made her wonder just how serious he was about their relationship.

"Your mum's lovely," Beth said eventually as Ryan stroked her arm rhythmically. His fingers on her warm skin were soothing.

"Yeah, she's a star." 

Beth could hear the affection in Ryan's voice and she turned her face up towards him. "She won't want to lose her only boy," she teased gently.

"Are you suggesting I'm a mummy's boy?" he growled and she giggled.

Before she could say another word, he was kissing her firmly, his arm pulling her close against the hard wall of his chest. Thoughts of David were pushed from her head as the familiar heat bloomed inside. His fingers slid down her arm and brushed the side of her breast.

The firm pressure of Ryan's lips on hers increased, his tongue exploring her mouth as his other hand caressed her thigh. She could taste the apple crumble they'd both eaten as well as the tangy flavour of the wine. It was sweet and addictive, sending her senses reeling like pollen on the fragrant breeze wafting the elms high above.

When Ryan's lips moved across her jaw and kissed the hollow of her throat, she sighed with pleasure. It felt so good she didn't want him to stop. The delicious pulse between her legs throbbed urgently, reminding her of where this would lead if she weren't careful.

Just a little more, she chided herself silently. It won't hurt to have a small taste.

His fingers brushed across the tip of her nipple and she moaned softly. Encouraged by her response, Ryan slipped his hand inside her tee shirt and found the round softness of her breast. They both gasped with pleasure as he rubbed her engorged nipple.

"Let me see your tits," he pleaded. "Just for a moment..."

Beth was finding it difficult to string a coherent thought together when every fibre of her being wanted this to end in the most natural conclusion. "Ryan, you know how I feel about...this," she said eventually, her voice shaky with unrequited desire.

His fingers were still rubbing her nipple and she pushed against his hand helplessly, her body betraying her even though her words denied it.

"I just want to look," he pleaded. "Please Beth, I respect your wish about staying a virgin 'til you're married, but at least give me something!" He gazed at her imploringly and she wavered.

It wouldn't hurt...would it?

"Well, I guess..." 

She wasn't totally convinced, but the way his fingers continued to torment her was driving her insane. As she sat there, she realised she was rubbing her thighs together, desperately trying to alleviate the ache inside.

"You know I love you, babe," Ryan crooned; eagerness had crept into his voice now that he sensed victory was almost his.

"Just a quick look?" she whispered hesitantly.

"I promise, just a quick look then we'll head back." He grinned at her in the pale moonlight and the last vestiges of her resistance waned. 

"Okay." The word hung between them, a promise that might lead to so much more if she let it. But she wasn't going to allow that to happen. Her beliefs were sacred to her—a personal vow to stay pure until she made the ultimate commitment. The trouble was it was becoming increasingly difficult in the face of such temptation.

With Ryan's eyes firmly fixed on her chest, Beth pushed the straps of her tee shirt down from her shoulders until the upper portion of her breasts were exposed. It was a small step, but still she baulked. Her chest felt tight with tension and she could sense Ryan's excitement. His body was rigid beside her, taut with repressed desire.

Finally, with her fingers shaking, Beth dragged her tee shirt down until her breasts were revealed. Her nipples hardened even further under Ryan's gaze and sharp cramps of need sent a flood of moisture between her trembling thighs.

"You're beautiful," Ryan told her in an awestruck voice. Tentatively he reached out and stroked her breasts, his fingers brushing lightly across her sensitive skin like gossamer.

She moaned helplessly, unable to prevent her body from tilting towards him. When his hands cupped her flesh, she closed her eyes in rapture. The vow she'd made suddenly seemed ridiculous. Why was she denying herself such pleasure? Ryan loved her—he'd told her so many times.

Something wet and warm touched her nipple and she opened her eyes in shock. Ryan's mouth had latched on to her breast and he was sucking gently. For a moment she was lost, the sweet sensation sending her into a downward spiral of dark pleasure, but then a loud voice rang down the garden, startling them both.

"Ryan? Where are you?" David's voice was like a bucket of cold water.

She came back to earth with a resounding thud and pushed Ryan away. "No, enough," she stated shakily. "I think we should get back now." She yanked her tee shirt back up and took several deep, shuddering breaths.

"I'm sorry," Ryan said. "I just..." He shifted uncomfortably on the bench and raked one hand through his hair. "I just want you so much," he continued eventually. Taking hold of her chin in his hand he added, "I do love you, Beth, and I am willing to wait—promise."

"Sure?" she asked, wanting to believe him, but uncertain all of a sudden.

"I'm sure," he assured her. "You're worth it."

*

"Has Ryan shown you around the estate yet?" David asked over breakfast the following morning.

"No, not really," Beth replied.

"We'll go for a walk this morning, if you like," Ryan interjected as he picked up another slice of toast. "Maybe take a picnic down to the river?"

"That sounds fun," David grinned. "Pity I have things to do or we could have made a family day of it."

Beth tried to look regretful, but inwardly she thanked her lucky stars that he was busy. The thought of spending any more time in David's company made her sick. Even now he was openly staring at her every time Ryan looked away. Amazingly Katherine seemed oblivious too. It was just plain weird.

"Mum, can we have some of that cake you made yesterday? Oh and some sandwiches and stuff?" 

Katherine turned around from where she was frying bacon on the stove. "Yes, Darling, I'll pack a basket for you as soon as I'm done here." 

"It's lovely down by the river," Ryan told her happily. "I'll show you the chapel too. All our dear departed relatives are buried there. It's a bit creepy, but at least it'll be cool in there!"

"Ryan! Don't be filling Beth's head with rubbish!" Katherine scolded. "It's just an old church—not some haunted house!"

Ryan laughed. "So you say, Mum, but I've always thought it was dead creepy."

Bit like David, thought Beth as she stabbed viciously at a fried mushroom.

*

The chapel was well hidden. The crumbling stone walls were bound by decades of ivy and moss; some of the verdant green shrubs were virtually impenetrable. It was as if nature had decided to camouflage the place to prevent prying eyes from finding its treasures.

It was a blessed relief to be out of the hot sun; Beth's shoulders felt sore already despite the sun cream she'd applied before they left the house. She followed Ryan along the overgrown pathway that wound through the tall shrubs and bushes that concealed the entrance. It felt like nobody had come here for centuries, although Ryan had mentioned that occasional services still took place here.

"My Gran's ashes are buried in the crypt," he said in a faintly reverential voice.

"What about your Granddad?" Beth asked curiously.

"He's still alive. Well, kind of. He lives in a home now—utterly barking by all accounts."

The entrance door to the chapel looked ancient, but surprisingly, when Ryan turned the latch, it opened smoothly like it had been well oiled. He walked through the arched doorway and as Beth followed, the door swung shut behind them as if on an invisible spring.

She stood for a few moments as her eyes adjusted to the gloomy light. Although there were several small mullioned windows high up, very little light was able to find a way through the grubby panes of leaded glass, and deep purple shadows lurked in every corner. There were a few uncomfortable looking wooden pews facing a high stone altar upon which rested several candles.

To say it was supposed to be a working chapel, it was Spartan to say the least. There were no decorative artworks of any description, just a few tarnished candlesticks. 

She wandered around, trying to work out why it was so cold and damp in here, when it had to be well into the high eighties outside. Some carvings in a recessed alcove caught her eye. It was difficult to make out what they represented as the light was so scarce, but Beth didn't recognise the scenes as anything biblical.

"What are these?" she asked curiously.

Ryan turned to face her. "One of my ancestors had those carved," he explained. "The story is that he was well into dodgy stuff," he said lightly. "He used this chapel as a meeting place for his deviant friends and they got up to all sorts of weird things."

He walked behind her and slid his arms around her waist.

"They say he was into Satanism," he murmured in her ear.

"But this is a church!" Beth was horrified at the thought.

"Don't panic, I think the place was consecrated and purified after his horrible demise."

"Horrible?"

"Nobody knows what really happened, but he was found torn to pieces in the woods nearby. It caused a massive scandal at the time."

Beth shuddered. She wasn't convinced that Ryan was telling her the truth, but it sure made a chilling story. The shadows around them suddenly took on greater significance and she had a strong urge to step back outside into the bright sun light.

"I think I've seen enough," she said with a shiver.

Ryan began to kiss her neck. "I haven't seen enough," he whispered in her ear. "I want to see more..." 

She felt him hard against her bottom, throbbing with intent.

"Ryan, let's go—it's creepy in here." 

But he didn't take any notice. Instead he slid his hands under her tee shirt and found her breasts. Her nipples were hard and she couldn't suppress a moan when he began to rub them teasingly with his thumbs. 

Abruptly the temperature dropped by several degrees. Her skin prickled with goose bumps and she shivered, but not from desire. Ryan appeared oblivious; he pushed one hand downwards, edging inside the waistband of her shorts, touching the lace of her knickers.

"God, I want you, Beth," he groaned in her ear, his teeth nipping her skin. Beth tried to lose herself in his touch, but something was distracting her, like an annoying insect buzzing insistently in her ear.

She felt a low vibration in the air. It grew louder and her ears began to throb from the pressure. As she stared into the dark alcove, shapes swirled in the dense shadows and she thought she heard singing: faint chanting voices that hovered on the edge of her hearing, too indistinct to decipher any meaning.

"No, Ryan, no!" 

His fingers dipped inside her knickers and she tried to close her legs against the intrusion, but he was insistent. He squeezed her breast, hard, and she yelped with pain at the uncharacteristic roughness of his touch.

The voices grew louder and a candlestick wobbled on the altar before falling to the stone floor with a loud clatter. The sudden noise seemed to jolt Ryan out of the strange stupor, for he relaxed his grip on Beth. It gave her the chance she needed and using her elbow, she jabbed him sharply in the ribs.

He grunted with pain and pulled away. Beth's ears hurt and her head began to pound. Something strange was happening in here and she was scared. There was a movement on the edge of her periphery, a dark shape, and she screamed. Turning towards the door, she ran blindly as the crescendo of voices reached unbearable levels.

Her hands were greasy with sweat and for a horrible moment she struggled to gain sufficient grip to be able to turn the metal handle, but eventually the door opened and she almost fell out into the warm shade of the copse, her pulse racing wildly as she sought to control her breathing.

The hideous noise faded as the sunlight filtered through the trees in dappled patterns of yellow, warming her clammy skin. It was only then that she realised Ryan was still inside the chapel. 




Innocence Lost



"Ryan!" she screamed. "Ryan!"

He appeared in the doorway, rubbing his ears with a bemused expression on his face. "Where did you disappear to?" he asked in surprise.

Beth stared at him in disbelief. Had she just imagined the whole thing? "Didn't you hear it?"

"All I heard was you screaming." He frowned at her. "One minute I was talking to you, the next you'd gone and I could hear you yelling my name."

"But...but...don't you remember standing behind me and—" 

She paused, not sure if she wanted to remind him of what had happened. She was beginning to think nothing had happened at all. "You were...touching me and there was a strange noise—it sounded like voices chanting."

Ryan looked perplexed. "I don't remember any of that," he admitted, scratching his head in puzzlement. 

Although she didn't doubt her own senses, Beth still believed him. She felt certain he wasn't lying to her. So, either she was going mental, or something very strange had happened inside that chapel. Neither explanation was very palatable. 

"Let's just get away from here," she said finally with a last glance at the chapel lurking in the undergrowth behind them like some malevolent creature. 

Ryan didn't need asking twice. He picked up the discarded picnic basket and led Beth out into the heat of the afternoon. Once beyond the copse of trees, the burning midday sun cauterised her fear and slowly she forgot what she'd seen and heard.

*

Beth shoved the last of her clothes into her bag and breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow morning they were finally leaving this place and she could hardly wait. Ryan had been distant the last couple of days. Ever since the strange incident in the chapel he had seemed distracted and in a world of his own. 

At least David hadn't been around. Without his presence, the house had felt infinitely less oppressive. Even Katherine had seemed happier and more relaxed. She was currently in the kitchen cooking a farewell meal for them and judging by the delicious smells, it promised to be a veritable feast.

Zipping up her bag, Beth pulled a brush through her hair and examined her reflection in the mirror above the dressing table. She had caught the sun in the last week. Her shoulders were golden brown and her hair had pale blonde streaks in it. The white dress she wore complimented her tan perfectly and after a week of excellent cooking, her body had filled out a little; her breasts were plump inside the bodice and her hips had a womanly curve to them. 

Behind her, the door opened and Ryan strolled in. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied, watching him in the mirror.

"Dinner's nearly ready," he told her. "Hungry?"

She nodded.

"Me too," he said as he walked over towards her and slid his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry if I've been a bit out of it," he murmured against her neck.

Beth said nothing. She just waited for him to explain. His hands stroked the bare skin of her arms and a warm heat began to spread through her body.

"It just freaked me out, you know, when we were in the chapel the other day. Ever since then I've been having weird dreams about you, me and—" He broke off and she saw a strange expression cross his face.

"Dinner!" Katherine's voice echoed up the stairs and they moved apart reluctantly. 

"I guess we better head downstairs," Ryan said. Beth turned around to face him and they stared at each other for a moment.

"You know I love you, right?" His blue eyes were brimming with something she couldn't quite fathom.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I know you do." 

They kissed; a slow, sweet kiss. 

"I love you, too," she whispered when their kiss ended. "Now let's go and eat that delicious dinner your mum's prepared."

* 

Beth was laughing at a silly anecdote of Ryan's when she heard footsteps in the hallway. The tiny hairs on the back of neck rose and a sudden chill shot down her back. David was home.

"I drove like a demon to get home before you guy's left," he said with a slow smile as he walked into the kitchen. Katherine shot up from her chair to greet him and he briefly embraced her.

"Is there any food left?" he asked as he surveyed the half empty dishes on the table.

"Of course, Darling," Katherine said reproachfully. "Sit down and I'll get you a plate."

"I'll just fetch some wine from the cellar—I see you haven't bothered opening any yet."

"Good plan, David!" Ryan grinned cheerfully. "Mum wouldn't let me into the cellar in case I picked an expensive vintage bottle by mistake."

While Katherine ladled some food on to a plate for David, Beth stared into the darkness beyond the kitchen window and wondered why she felt sick all of a sudden. The dinner she had consumed now sat like a lead weight in the pit of her stomach, churning uncomfortably. She tried to listen to Ryan's idle chatter, but her concentration kept wandering.

Eventually David returned with a couple of dusty bottles. Before Beth could object, he had poured her a large glass of the pale liquid and insisted she drink some.

"It's my own home made variety," he informed her. 

"Well despite that, it tastes fine to me," laughed Ryan as he downed the glass in just a few gulps.

Beth expected David to chastise Ryan for his lack of respect, but he said nothing. He merely smiled and refilled Ryan's glass while Katherine sipped from her own glass and talked about an article she had read in the morning paper. It was interesting, but Beth found her attention constantly drifting back to David. Even when he was looking in the opposite direction, it was like he was still staring at her; devouring her with his cold, blue eyes. 

After a while, she felt her head begin to spin. The plate in front of her blurred as she tried to focus on it. Suddenly there were multiple sets of cutlery, shifting from side to side in a swirling pattern. Voices faded in and out of her head.

"I need a glass of water," she tried to say, but the words wouldn't come. When she looked up blearily, Ryan had fallen forward on to the cotton tablecloth, apparently asleep, and Katherine was lying on the sofa beneath the window, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she snored gently.

Desperately trying to clear the fog from her brain, Beth pushed her chair back, but her limbs felt like lead. She was vaguely aware of somebody whispering something in her ear, but it felt like it was coming from a vast distance. The words were lost as she slipped into unconsciousness.

*

Beth's head throbbed painfully. She fought the waves of nausea that threatened to hurl the contents of her stomach on to the floor. Her lips were dry like sandpaper and her tongue rasped on her teeth; it felt strangely thick and furry, like a wad of cotton wool had been shoved inside her mouth. 

Incense tickled her nose: a sharp smelling scent of something unfamiliar. Gradually, she opened her eyes and tried to focus on the blurry shapes before her. The familiarity of Katherine's kitchen had gone and in its place was grey stone and a vaulted ceiling wreathed in flickering shadows. Candles flickered on every available surface; their sputtering flames burned brightly, illuminating small circles in the gloom.

The floor beneath her felt hard and cold. She was lying on a threadbare rug, her back against a rough wooden chair. Trying to quell the sick feeling, Beth gingerly lifted her head and looked around. Although she could hear faint murmuring voices, the room appeared to be empty. 

Where was she? It didn't look like part of the house, yet it still seemed familiar. Some shapes on the wall nearby caught her eye; strange pictures carved in relief on the pale stone. It was then she remembered where she had seen something similar before—and she realised where she must be.

Fear caught her and she sucked in a shaky breath. How on earth had she found her way here? It had to be a dream. This wasn't real—it was all a hideous nightmare and any second now she'd wake to find the sheets wrapped around her legs and the bedside clock ticking softly.

"She's awake," said a low voice and Beth jumped. An unfamiliar man appeared from the shadows and stood watching her speculatively. He was dressed in some kind of black garment that swished around his ankles, like a vicar but without the comforting white collar.

"Excellent, then it is time." David stepped out from a hidden doorway and Beth froze. 

"What's going on...where am I?" Her voice sounded weird; all thick and slurred, presumably from the effects of whatever he'd given her. 

David said nothing else. He just smiled and waited for the other man to drag her to her feet. Before she could protest, she was pulled through an open door into another chamber.

*

David's eyes gleamed with a manic light. Beth wanted to cry, or scream, anything other than submit to this ordeal, but she was powerless. The arms that held her were far stronger than she. 

Her dress hung in tatters from her shoulders, exposing her golden brown body to David's lascivious gaze. Judging by the way he was devouring her nakedness, Beth felt certain that he had every intention of raping her at the very least and the thought of him taking her in that way made her want to vomit.

"Does your wife know what a pervert you are?" she asked, only the faint tremor in her voice betraying her fear.

David laughed. "Katherine sees what she wants to see. She has a very comfortable life."

"What about Ryan? What do you think he'll say when he finds out about this? He'll kill you!"

His hand reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly, like a father. "I have no doubt that he'll be upset at your abrupt departure, especially when he never hears from you again, but he's young and he'll get over it. Besides, I have great plans for the boy. He won't have time to miss you, dearest Beth."

The hand moved down, reaching her shoulder with ominous intent. Beth felt the man behind her move closer, his breathing harsh in her ear as his grip tightened. David's words echoed though her head like a funeral knell. 

"You're disgusting," she spat with revulsion when he cupped her breast. The faceless man holding her laughed at her impotent defiance.

"So young, so firm," David crooned as his hand cradled her pert flesh, stroking it and caressing it tenderly as a lover would. "If only I was allowed a taste of your sweet charms."

What does he mean? Surely he meant to have her himself? Beth's mind spun with all the possibilities. If David had no intention of defiling her, who in hell did? 

He squeezed her flesh one last time before moving lower, taking no notice of the way Beth recoiled in disgust when he reached the apex of her slim thighs. His fingers probed through the silken hair while his knee forced her legs apart. 

"I really hope Ryan wasn't lying to me," he said conversationally to his bulky companion.

Beth felt her captor shudder slightly. "I hope not, too," the man said with discernible fear.

She yelped when David pushed one finger firmly inside her dry channel. Tears oozed from her eyes at the painful invasion of her body and she looked away, unable to look at his hateful face while he violated her.

"No, he wasn't lying," concluded David before he withdrew his finger. When she could force herself to look at him again, he was grinning whilst licking the finger that had been inside her. She felt sick to her stomach. How can Katherine not know what kind of a monster she's married to?

A candle flickered in the corner of the room. Wax sputtered as the flame began to die and David glanced at it thoughtfully. "We must prepare," David told his companion. "Time grows short and the others will be here soon."

Her captor grunted. "What about her?"

"Take her back through there, give her some wine, and lock the door. I'll tell you when I'm ready."

Whatever they had planned, Beth knew it had to be bad. She scanned the room, desperately trying to come up with an escape plan before the thickset man pulled her back through the door into the smaller ante-chamber, but she could see no way out. She wasn't strong enough to overpower the two men. Her only hope was that someone would come and rescue her; it was becoming a very forlorn one.

Beth tried to resist when the man held the goblet to her lips. Some of the foul liquid splashed over her breasts and pale straw-coloured rivulets dripped from the tips of her nipples like bitter tears. Becoming impatient with her resistance, the man grabbed her nose and forced her head back until she had no choice but to swallow the disgusting concoction. Within seconds she felt reality slide away and her eyes closed as she slumped into a heap on the stone floor, oblivious to the discomfort as sleep claimed her once again.

*

A headache pounded behind her temples when Beth came to her senses. She was stretched out on her back, naked, her golden hair spread out. The cold seeped through the silky fabric she was lying on and she shivered, chilled to the bone. When she tried to move, she realised her legs and arms were held tightly with what felt like velvet-clad ropes. Looking up, she thought she could see the high vaulted ceiling of the main part of the chapel, although it was hard to tell with the thick gloom and clouds of incense that permeated the room.

Candles flickered in alcoves and a faint murmuring of voices suggested that she wasn't alone any more. When she twisted her head, she could just about make out some figures standing towards the back of the room, their faces concealed behind black hoods.

"Let us begin." 

The voice was horribly familiar and when Beth turned towards it, she saw David standing beside the altar, this time dressed in an opulent purple cloak with a red silk lining. His face was imbued with a zealous fervour that scared her far more than his pawing of her body had done previously. She realised with a sickening sense of finality that he was completely insane. This wasn't about lust—it was far, far worse.

David picked up a small book bound in parched brown leather and upon opening it he began to chant in a strange dialect, foreign words that meant nothing to Beth. She tried to withdraw inside her mind, but a low humming sound grew in intensity from all around them, infiltrating her head like a sickening virus. A chorus of voices from the hidden congregation joined in with David, chanting and singing in a hideous cacophony of noise. 

Just when she thought she couldn't stand it any more, the noise ceased and the room fell deathly silent. 

"Welcome," said David, lowering his eyes deferentially and they all turned to face the newcomer who had appeared from the shadows.

For a moment, Beth thought her heart would burst from her chest with joy. "Ryan!"" she screamed, "Help me!"

But Ryan ignored her cries as he walked towards her, his face a blank canvas. She knew then with horrific certainty that it was over. Ryan was merely a pawn in David's evil game and she was the innocent victim. 

"It's time for you to join us." David smiled as Ryan reached the altar. 

"Yes, it's time," intoned Ryan in a dull, flat voice. He refused to look at Beth, keeping his eyes firmly fixed at some point above her.

"When you are ready, the ceremony can begin."

As Beth watched, fighting tears, Ryan removed his clothes with all the animation of a wooden puppet. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but admire the smooth beauty of his firm body. Every muscle was taut, sharply delineated and gleaming in the soft candlelight. 

His cock hung, semi hard, as his gaze dropped to her face for the first time. Familiar blue eyes drank in the sight of her nakedness, tracing a path from her eyes across the gentle swell of her breasts, until he reached the dark shadows between her open thighs. 

Despite Beth's fear and revulsion at her terrifying predicament, she couldn't help but respond to the intensity of his lustful gaze. To her shame, her body moistened as he stared at the pink folds of her glistening sex. As her own arousal rapidly grew, she watched his cock engorge with blood to full mouth watering rigidity.

"We are ready to begin," David said softly before stepping away. He began to chant his insidious intonations again, but this time Beth wasn't listening. Her body strained at the bonds as Ryan climbed the stone steps up on to the altar. His face was shrouded in shadows as he moved across Beth's prone body, positioning himself above her with his cock nestling between her thighs. She felt him, hard and throbbing with need, the bulbous tip touching her in that most sensitive of places, and she moaned softly. 

"Don't do this, Ryan," she pleaded, hoping that maybe he could still hear her.

His eyes met hers and she saw the agonising pain flare in their azure depths. "It'll be ok, I promise," he told her in a whisper. "I love you, Beth, I always will." Leaning on one strong forearm, he stroked her cheek and wiped the salty tears away with his thumb. 

"I didn't want it to be this way," she sobbed brokenly.

"I know, I know." He kissed her, the gentle pressure of his lips coaxing a willing response. "I won't hurt you," he told her when they parted.

The voices of the ghastly choir rose higher and the air thickened as the purple shadows began to throb. Beth tried to block out everything but Ryan. Whatever happened, she had to hold on to his promise that he would not hurt her. 

His lips grazed her neck and she shivered with unexpectedly ferocious desire. The feel of his hard body against her skin aroused her traitorous body until she was quivering with expectation. The icy cold of the altar faded to nothing as her skin heated up under Ryan's skilful touch.

The light sprinkling of hair on his chest tickled her sensitive nipples as he hovered above her, making the taut tips harden and ache. She was instantly reminded of the way his lips had felt when they suckled her breasts, all warm and wet, and as soon as the thought entered her head she felt his mouth on one crest, tugging gently, sending shockwaves through her. Helplessly, she moaned, tilting her pelvis upwards in a subliminal invitation. 

"I want you so much," he murmured in a low voice as his hand slid between her thighs encountering the burning, sticky heat of her.

She couldn't reply; she was too lost in twisted desire, her body ready for him to take her at last. In one slick movement, he was in her, pushing through the barrier. A blinding flash of white-hot pleasure eclipsed the pain and in those fleeting seconds, Beth forgot why they were here, in this tainted place. They were one and nothing else mattered. The sensations built to a shattering crescendo and she cried out with delirious ecstasy, lost on a wave of pleasure.

The maelstrom receded and she opened her eyes, looked up at her beloved Ryan—and screamed with abject horror.

Ryan was gone. In his place was a...thing, an inhuman abomination. Strange yellow eyes bored into hers as it thrust deeply, tearing her agonisingly. Its face grimaced in a caricature of pleasure and an intense sensation of burning lit her up inside as she shrieked with terror. Still the voices surged through the chapel, rising ever higher in an orchestra of diabolical sound.

Abruptly, the loud crack of a gunshot ricocheted off the stone walls near the entrance, rupturing the chanting. Frantic shouting was followed with more gunshots. 

"Beth!" 

The voice was familiar, but Beth struggled to make sense of what she was hearing. It couldn't be him. More gunshots, this time followed by screaming. The monster pulled away from Beth and leaped from the altar with a howl of demonic rage. She turned her head in time to see David screaming with terror as it dragged him away into the shadows beyond the altar. 

When next she opened her eyes, Ryan was frantically untying the bonds that held her. "Talk to me, Beth, and tell me you're ok!"




Innocence Lost



There was a chaotic whirl of activity around them as flames lit up the far side of the chapel. Acrid smoke choked her and she found she couldn't speak. It was a medieval evocation of Hell and she wondered for a moment if this was all some terrible nightmare and any moment now, she would wake up to see the sun streaming across her bed. But the dull ache inside felt all too real, as did the sticky residue that coated her thighs and stomach. As Ryan lifted her up from the cold stone altar, Beth doubted she would ever be ok again. 

*

The car pulled away from the house in the heat of the midday sun. Beth's eyes reluctantly slid back towards the woods as they drove along the avenue of tall elms. Through the trees, she noticed the thin plumes of grey smoke still rising into the clear blue sky. She shuddered, unable to prevent the sudden chill that gripped her as the memories flooded back. 

The fire had taken hold swiftly in the aftermath of Beth's rescue. Ryan had pulled her from the chapel amidst the chaos of people trying to escape the flames. At first light the smoking ruins had been searched methodically, but there had been no sign of David, or his remains. 

Katherine was still in shock, heavily medicated following the scandalous revelations that her husband had apparently been a practicing Satanist, along with several other key members of the community. She had moved back to her sister's for now until the family home could be sold; they were all agreed that staying there was untenable in the wake of such a catastrophic turn of events.

As they left the cursed place far behind, Beth began to relax a little. The tension that had held her together for the last five days slowly dissipated as the lush meadows turned into rolling hills. Glancing sideways, she noticed Ryan watching her and she gave him a weak smile.

In return, he took hold of her hand. "We'll be ok," he promised her as they reached the main road. 

"Yeah," she replied with a conviction she didn't feel.

*

Beth gripped the side of the toilet as the waves of nausea caused her to retch violently yet again. The endless dry heaving of her stomach brought precious little relief and eventually Beth collapsed onto the floor of the bathroom, exhausted. She rested her pale cheek on the cool ceramic tiles, silently praying for an end to the torment. 

The plastic stick on the floor beside her showed a distinct blue line in the small window, but the gentle swell of her belly was already evidence enough. Beth didn't need a doctor to tell her what she had known almost from the beginning. 

She was pregnant.

*

Thanks for reading. Your votes/feedback are always appreciated ~ Rach



Innocence Lost



A couple of you wrote and suggested that my writing style takes too long to get to any actual sexy portion? My answer would be, I am sorry and perhaps you might wish to see your Urologist, there are some potential cures for that...problem. Being premature is a medical condition you see...:)



After actually submitting my last story I decided to tell some more of them. I called this one "Innocence lost" because I was innocent...once.

I am not anymore. Not by a long shot. So I am relating some things that happened, over nearly a decade and a half of a relationship. That relationship was something I once thought was strange, but now?

I know better. The reason I know better is because after telling part of the story, some of you email me. There are a lot of you men out there, just like my husband Tom.

Of course, there are also a lot of women out there...just like me. I know that many men find the accident, the forbidden peek at a woman's most private parts of their body to be tremendously exciting. I came to learn that I find it exciting to let you look, too.

I now feel that if both partners are enjoying themselves, then why not?

My husband Tom and I had one of those what I called strange relationships. There was always something there, something inside him that was different. At least I thought so early on. Men I had known up until then had usually been jealous, if I was dancing with someone and they thought it was a bit too close they would throw a fit.

Tom wasn't like that at all, he actually seemed to like it and I found that odd, even surprising. He encouraged me to dress in a manner that up until then I just never had. 

My mother had told me about boys, she dressed me in a manner that served very well to hide me from the world. So actually wearing some of the clothing my Tom told me he liked on me was a shock to my system. 

The first few weak attempts I made to please him didn't really feel good to me, I found myself tugging constantly at my tops if they were too low, the shorter outfits Tom liked on me kept me mashing my legs together for fear someone might see my panties.

The first time I actually went out with Tom with no panties on at all had me certain everyone knew. Of course they could not, that dress was knee length and form fitting. That was the first time I found it exciting, for some reason being right there, naked and vulnerable, with just the single layer of cloth between me and total strangers was exhilarating.

After that I started to let a lot of cleavage show, then one day I was so relaxed about it I accidentally let a man in a night club see down my top. I know he saw my nipple, I had reached for something in my purse and hadn't noticed the man right there.

His eyes were as big as silver dollars, I just smiled sweetly at him, loving the startled look on his face. That startled look changed quickly to a smile when I sat back up and winked at him.

At home Tom pounced on me, nuzzling my neck and kissing me.

"He saw you, the whole thing, didn't he?"

"Who?" I asked, knowing very well exactly what he meant.

"The guy in the bar, he looked right down your top."

"Oh, he did? I didn't notice." I grinned at him, went into the bedroom and took off my dress.

Tom was right behind me. I didn't have a single stitch on other than the dress that night.

I turned to Tom, he came to a stop, looking at me.

"I guess that man saw this one?" I asked him, cradling my left breast, lifting it upwards. I held it in my hand, reached down with the other and gently flicked my nipple.

Tom groaned and reached for me. I loved it when he got that way. Tom pushed me back on the bed, his lips pressed against the mass of flesh and hair between my legs.

"I should have leaned back and done...THIS for him, huh?" I lifted my hips and spread my legs wide. Looking down, I saw that Tom's six inch penis was like a piece of steel. I turned so I could reach it, I slid my lips over him, his eyes fluttered.

I loved it when Tom got that way, when my man was excited about me. I wanted him to be excited about me, look at me, I wanted to be the most important thing in his life.

Oh, sure, I know that means my own insecurities show, but I finally came to terms with myself about that.

The first few years of marriage to Tom were a struggle, I didn't understand and I resisted his suggestions. Then one day I discovered quite by accident that he had cheated on me with someone else.

That led to our first divorce. I felt that I had deprived him of nothing, how could he do that to me? The truth is that I had deprived him by being stubbornly, steadfastly, overly modest.

My problem was that Tom was all I could really think about, I was completely and totally in love. I tried to date, I even became what I thought was an item with another man. He was a fine lover and I decided I was happy, until I realized that he had an entire string of females that he was keeping happy.

My realization of him playing the field let me know that he was not the one for me, I wanted..no, I needed a man who wanted me, to look at and be with me.

I continued to date him from time to time anyway and I am not sure why. He was a fine lover and I did like him, I guess.

Then we bumped into Tom in a cafe, it hit me that I was sitting at a table with one man that I actually did like, and wanted beyond all reason to be sitting at the other table, with Tom.

I threw all of my pride right out the window and called Tom later, he showed up and we were together again just like that. Damned if I didn't marry him again!

The next thing I knew we had moved to a giant ranch way out in the middle of nowhere on the Oregon coast. Tom was in heaven, I was miserable.

My van was falling apart because of the horrible mile long driveway, so Tom bought me a bike. The bad part was I could not stand living out there, with Tom off for days at a time on jobs. The good part was riding that bike, my body changed into something it had never been.

I saw myself naked in the mirror, I was in complete and total shape for the first time in my entire life. I still hated the wilderness though, and I left Tom for the second time. Back to the city, back to my former life, but a new woman under those clothes.

Men noticed, I began to make sure of that.

I dated furiously, desperately trying to get Tom out of my mind. I even had a couple of lovers, allowing them thrust at me, the thoughts of Tom swirling in my head.

Then came the phone call, it was Tom.

Once more we hooked up and were right back together. This time I refused to marry him, we became a couple just living together.

Someone explain to me how that is different, I do not know. I do know it is different, though. This time I decided I was going to tease him, have some fun. If Tom got excited, fussed up, good for me.

Somewhere in all of that Sally that was became the Sally I am today. One man wrote and suggested that I had gotten in touch with my submissive side, I am not sure that is true.

Rather, I found I was doing things related to sex, to exposure, to teasing and flashing and they were for me. To get Tom worked up, and be almost out of control in his urgency to make love to me. For me.

Another man wrote to say I was conflicted, that is probably true. But then aren't we all when it comes to sex, to relations?

One of the most outrageous things I did was the one I related in my last story. That man Ted showed an interest in looking at me, Tom was sitting right there and I could see his reaction and I loved it. I ended up displaying myself completely, actually stripping naked for them.

Well, that was way more than just stripping naked, that was the most deliberate, obscene and blatant display a woman could do.

I did that to tease Tom, the other man was just there. That doesn't make sense, does it? But it's true, Ted didn't matter at all but he or someone like him had to be there to make it hot for Tom. It could have been any man, even you because I did that not just for Tom, it was for me, also.

That was the one and only time I did anything like that at all during that period. Afterwards I was ashamed, the combination of drinking a bit too much and wanting to excite Tom got out of any kind of control.

By the time Tom and I were living together for the third and final time, my body was in shape, a slim and trim 120 pounds. I became well aware that naked I was a match for almost any woman on the planet, and that damned bike was the cause. Rain or shine, every chance I had to ride it, make my body work, I took.

Tom showed even more pride in me if that was possible. Plus now I teased him constantly. I wore skimpy outfits around the house, often men I didn't know would show up for meetings or planning sessions and I never bothered to change.

I saw their eyes checking me out. The only time I ever wore panties was if all I had on was a T-shirt, and even those panties could best be described as designed to look at. Add in that I now had myself completely waxed, and my body sports extremely prominent lips, I was exposed a lot.

Then Tom installed the hot tub, so I had an excuse. More than once I would walk out on the deck and strip, then climb in the tub with people inside able to see me clearly through the big sliding glass doors. Very often some or all of them would join us. 

Poor Tom, I kept him hard probably a good 20% of the time. It was always look but don't touch with any others, though.

There was one incident that happened, Tom and I went to a local lake, it has a nice grassy area where people sunbathe, but it's not a nude area. We went to the local nude beach a few times but out there no one paid any attention at all, everybody was nude. Men ran around with their flaccid penises, interesting but not exciting in the least.

So we liked the park much better. Tom and I went way down to the end of the grassy area by ourselves, a few people were fishing near the outlet, some younger people were raising hell and being noisy. One woman had on a scandalous lime green outfit that was just two thin strands of yarn and a skimpy matching top, barely there bottoms. Her antics at chasing a frisbee had her out of the top more than she was in it.

I stretched out face down to get some Sun. After a half hour I felt my skin getting hot and dry, I asked Tom to put some sunblock on me. He sat down and started to rub some in.

"Be careful don't get any on my suit, the material will soak it up and stain it." I told him.

Tom tugged the string of my bikini top, laying it out to each side. It felt so good to have him rub the oil in that I dozed off, I didn't even move when he tugged the strings at my hips and spread the lotion on my behind.

I lifted my head to check out the people down the shoreline, they were so busy with each other and were laughing and chasing the young woman who kept losing control of her top that they were ignoring us.

That was funny, here I was laying out naked on a blanket and no one even noticed.

Then I felt Tom tug my leg over, he continued to rub the lotion in, his hands slowed way down. I felt his fingers brush across my lips, then slide up over my fanny. That felt good, I looked up and no one was getting any closer so I opened my legs a little to give him access.

"Atta girl." Tom said, his fingers slipping in there again. He slid his hands down my thigh and tugged my leg over even further.

I realized that someone must be watching.

"What are you doing, Tom?" I giggled.

"Relax, hon. This is a kick, there is some guy in the bushes."

"You brat!" I laughed, letting him open my legs even more.

"He is about 20 feet away, God, he has his dick out!"

"Really? What is he doing?"

"He is squatted down watching us and playing with it."

"Maybe we better...." I started to say.

"Relax, it's OK. It's just some older guy getting his jollies." Tom laughed.

"Well, you better oil up my front then!" I said, flipping over. I reached for my top to lay over my bare breasts, taking the opportunity to glance up. The man was chubby with greying hair, and he was obviously masturbating. The thing he had in his hands was huge, at least 9" long and I could see the head of it pop in and out of his foreskin as he stroked himself.

His eyes met mine, he was squatted down and now he stood up. He stepped forward to the edge of the bushes, glancing first down the beach to make sure no one else was watching.

I lay my top back down beside me, leaned back on my hands. His eyes dropped down to my hairless crotch, I saw the look and opened my legs. That did it for him, his expression grimaced and he shot off a good two feet. Then he stepped back into the bushes, reappearing wearing some boxer shorts. He walked right up to us, I didn't move, just sat there smiling at him.

"Thank you, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!" He said, looking my naked body up and down.

"You are welcome, you have a very nice cock there." I said, still smiling. The man reluctantly wandered on down the shore, I tugged on my top, then retied my bottoms.

"Wow! That was something!" Tom said. I looked down at the bulge in his swimsuit.

"You better take me home!" I told him.

"How about we just take a short walk into the bushes?" Tom grinned. We hopped up and went about fifty feet, found a small clearing and lay down on the grass. Tom made beautiful sweet love to me, out there with the mild breeze blowing and birds singing, the sounds of the young people still playing in the distance.

There is something about almost animal like thrusting out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see us that causes an orgasm hard to believe. But no one did, it was just us and wonderful.

A few days later Tom and I were sitting in our living room, he was mindlessly flipping through the channels on TV.

"So what do you actually DO at work?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I answered, mildly confused. Tom knew I worked at the Health Clinic.

"Your clients. Do you see them naked?"

"Oh. Well, yes, sometimes, it's just part of the job." This was different, Tom never really asked before. Sometimes I would mention a client that got my attention, or I would tell him about one I referred that had concerns I knew were going to be probably pretty bad news.

Most of my work was with healthy people, though. The program was designed to find problems early rather than later, that kept costs down. The last few years it seemed like every memo from the main office was related to costs.

"Does seeing so many people naked ever excite you?", Tom pressed.

It was something I had never really talked about with him.

"I suppose it does with some of them. But we are trained to not let that show." 

Several incidents at my office popped into my head, I had never really discussed any of that with Tom. Then it hit me what he was getting at, he wanted to know if anything ever did happen at my work.

"The only times I have any problems staying professional is when a nice looking man gets an erection." I smiled at him.

"Especially when I have it right in my hands!" I grinned at Tom sweetly.

"You mean some of them get hard...while you are..inspecting them?"

"Oh, sure. All the time!" I lied. The truth is that it happened maybe once a week, or even less.

"So what do you do about it?" He asked.

"Do? Oh, not very much, I check their testicles for any lumps or masses, if they are uncircumsized I slide that back and inspect the head for any suspicious looking things."

Tom looked at me with an interested expression.

"If they aren't circumsized I roll the head around with my fingers, just feeling for anything that looks abnormal."

"Oh. OK. That's pretty much it then?" 

I could see where this might be heading, so I decided to have some fun with Tom.

"Well, there is more sometimes, but you probably wouldn't be interested."

"Yes I would! I am curious about your job, what you....do?"

"I usually examine their Prostate, too. Just like I did with you the first time you came into my office."

"You didn't examine my Prostate." He said.

"Yes, I did too."

"Funny, I don't remember that."

"Well, I did!"

"I guess I was too busy looking at your tits." Tom laughed.

"My..tits?", I asked.

"Yea, when you sat on that little stool and rolled up to me, you leaned forward and I could see all the way down your top."

"Why you little pervert!", I teased him.

"Hell, I thought you were doing it deliberately, that's why I asked you out." He grinned at me.

"I guess it worked then. Just think, BEFORE the first date I had your cock in my hands and my finger right up your ass." I laughed.

"Your nipples were hard, too!"

"Oh, they were not, you are making that up." I giggled.

"Plus you took your sweet time fiddling with my dick, too." He grinned.

"I am a professional, I have to be thorough." I pretended to be indignant.

"Admit it, you were playing! You not only were playing but you showed me your titties, you are such a little slut."

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"I will prove it to you, lay back and spread your legs."

"What?"

"Do what I tell you, I am going to fuck you right in that pretty hairless pussy of yours." Tom was over me now, pushing me back in my chair. I started squirming and giggling, he had his pants unzipped and his six inch rod was sticking out of the fly, it was hilarious.

It took him some effort but he got my shorts down and was poking at me, I was laughing so hard tears were coming.

"What do you think you are going to do with this itty bitty little thing?" I asked, reaching down and grabbing the knob on the end.

"I will show you what I can do!" Tom reached down and grabbed my bare butt and jerked me forward in the chair, sliding himself inside my wet folds.

Somehow we ended up on the carpet, his pubic bone mashing against mine until my legs were as wide as they could go, my hips thrusting up to meet him.

Afterwards, we lay sweating in each other's arms.

"I should have just grabbed you and fucked you that first day in your office!" He laughed.

"That wouldn't have worked."

"Bet it would have, you were hot for me."

"Oh, yeah? What makes you think that?"

"You showed me your bare titties, and your nipples were hard."

"I show lots of people my bare titties, and my nipples are almost always hard!" I reached down and grabbed Tom's soft cock, pumped it a few times. He responded nicely, rolled over on top of me.

"See? Your nipples are hard again!" He grinned, shoving himself into my now sloppy pussy. His thrusts were making loud noises as the air was displaced, I started to giggle, then my head exploded as I reached a delicious peak.

"There. See what I mean?" He asked.

"I sure do." I lay there nuzzling his neck.

"Oh, by the way, I did too have my finger up your ass."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did." I jumped up naked and ran to the dresser, pulled out a latex glove. Tom looked at me in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing?" He demanded.

"Roll over, you asked for it."

"No!"

"Yes!" I jumped on him and we had one hell of a wrestling match, finally I ended up on top since Tom was having quite a time controlling my slippery body.

"This will be easier if you relax." I told him.

"You are serious, aren't you?" He panted.

"Yep!"

Tom gave up, rolled over on his stomach.

"Get up on your knees!" I ordered, he complied readily. He pulled himself up on his knees, I slid my latex gloved finger inside his rectum, felt his Prostate as he grunted.

"Well, that feels normal." I said, working my finger in and out. I reached around and grabbed his penis, getting a grunt from him.

"Damn, this thing is hard again!" I grinned. Then I pulled my finger out. Tom rolled over on his side, I peeled off the glove and tossed it in the wastebasket.




Innocence Lost



"OK. So now you have had your finger up my ass." He panted.

"Your turn!" Tom jumped up and grabbed another glove, turned back to me. I was already scooting sideways to get away from him, I got up and ran into the bedroom, Tom right behind me. He managed to get me pushed face down on the bed, then he got one arm under me trying to pull my behind up into the air.

I put up a struggle, finally giving in. Tom slid down to the foot of the bed, lubed up his glove and shoved his index finger inside partly inside of me. Then he wiggled it around, pushing it in further.

"Women don't have a Prostate gland, you know." I told him.

"I know, but this is fun, I never did it before. Besides, the view is great!" I laughed at that one.

"You are such a little pervert." I told him.

"So are you!" Tom grinned, finally pulling his finger out. That had surprisingly felt pleasant, no one had ever done that to me except in a doctor's office, and just a couple of times at that.

For several days after that, Tom mentioned again how much he liked the "glorious view" as he called it. The first couple of times I didn't really respond but I knew Tom well enough and since he kept mentioning that, I figured he had something in mind.

"So what do you find so interesting about that?" I asked him.

"Oh, it was just the way..you looked, from that angle your snatch is all puffy looking and beautiful." He answered, a mild blush crossing his face.

"I did that once, when that guy you worked with was out here?" I told him.

"That was beautiful too but it just wasn't the same."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, it just wasn't." I really liked they way you looked when you were...like that."

"You mean horny and all swollen up, right? Are you going pervert on me again?"

Tom blushed but grinned at the same time.

"Say, the next time you have an...exam, can I maybe be there?"

"Exam? You mean when they do a pelvic? Tom, that is pretty clinical, you know?"

"Yea, I figured it probably was, I was just curious."

"That probably wouldn't be an easy thing to set up, I don't know anyone who would even allow that, besides, it's just a medical procedure."

"Yea, probably." Tom wandered off into the living room, turned on the TV.

It was three weeks later, I called Tom on his cell.

"Hi, honey! I have a treat for you!" I put a happy tone in my voice.

"Oh, what's that?"

"You remember you said you would like to watch one of my..exams?"

Tom was silent on the other end.

"I have one scheduled for this afternoon, at 5 PM. Can you be here?"

"Really? It's all right? OK, I will be there."

I giggled and hung up.

I could hardly wait until Tom met Michelle, one of the other doctors in our clinic. Just wait until he found out the appointment was for BOTH of us.

I knew Michelle very well, and I also knew she really loved her work.

...:)

Sally



Innocence Lost



Author's Note: If you're looking for a quick fix, this might fit the bill. I've been thinking about doing a babysitter story for a while; this is my attempt. 

* * * *

Nathan Holbrook finally pulled out of the parking lot to his real estate office after a long, productive day. He had thought he would be longer but the showings he had scheduled went quicker than anticipated. It had been hard to get back to the grind after his wife had died suddenly in a car accident two years ago. The only silver lining was that their son, 13 months-old at the time, had been home with him at the time of the accident. Now three, Kevin was home with the babysitter. 

Although he was lonely and missed the companionship of a woman, Nathan found it almost impossible to think about going back out on the dating scene. Still young at 32, he sometimes found himself fantasizing late at night about having sex with a woman he had seen on the street or had met in the office. Maybe someday he would find someone he could bring into their lives to satisfy his emotional needs and sexual desires along with the desire to have a positive female figure in his son's life - no one could replace Sarah, but perhaps someday he could find someone to at least partially fill the tremendous hole left by the drunk driver who took his wife from him. In the meantime, he sure needed a release.

* * * *

With Kevin asleep, Carrie wandered down the hall to the threshold of Mr. Holbrook's bedroom. She had seen his bedroom only one other time when Mr. Holbrook had given her a tour of the house just a month earlier during her first time babysitting. Mr. Holbrook worked with her dad so when his other babysitter went to college, he asked if she was interested. Always looking for more ways to make money, Carrie had agreed.

The door ajar, she tentatively stepped inside. It was a large, simply furnished, master suite with a single bureau, two night stands framing a four-poster bed, and a love seat at the opposite end of the room. The impeccable details and soft coloring had a woman's touch - Mr. Holbrook's late wife.

Carrie wondered what it would be like to be married to Mr. Holbrook - he was after all very good-looking and successful. There was a picture of his wife on the bureau. Carrie looked in the mirror and couldn't help but measure herself against the woman in the picture. While Mrs. Holbrook was tall and curvaceous, Carrie was petite and had small, b-cup breasts. Mrs. Holbrook had long lustrous, dark hair; Carrie had shoulder-length blonde hair. When Mr. Holbrook looked at her, did he see the daughter he never had or a tight, young teen he fantasized about late at night?

Carrie's curiosity about the man she worked for got the best of her as she walked past the master bathroom to the walk-in closet. As she walked inside, she could detect his scent, which triggered an unexpected reaction from her body, her heart quickening as her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and arousal. One side of the closet was virtually empty - his wife's side - while on the other side hung several suits and sport coats, a tie rack, a large number of dress shirts of different colors, dress pants, and a shoe rack with several pair of different styles and colors.

As she thought about the man who owned the clothes, Carrie felt a stirring between her legs that, although familiar to her, made her blush. A senior in high school who reached her eighteenth birthday just a few months earlier, Carrie was still a virgin. She had allowed her boyfriend to touch her breasts through her bra, and she had touched him through his pants, but her sexual "experience" ended there. Instead, she satiated her urges late at night with her own fingers. What startled her was that two nights ago, as she touched herself and worked her way to a climax, her thoughts settled on Mr. Holbrook. It hadn't been planned, but the image of her employer taking her innocence sent her over the edge in record time.

She looked at her watch. Not expecting him for another hour or so, she continued her exploration, peeking into drawers while looking for nothing in particular. Taking one of his t-shirts in her hands, the cotton soft to the touch, Carrie brought it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. His scent was intoxicating, and filled her mind with naughty thoughts that sent a shiver down her spine, her virgin pussy tingling in response. She couldn't wait until she got home; she had to come here and now in his bedroom, surrounded by everything he owned. Did she want to be owned by him, she wondered.

* * * *

Nathan entered the house and quickly noticed the stillness in the air - no television; no crying three year-old; no teenager on the telephone. She must be upstairs putting Kevin to bed, he thought. He decided to not call out her name just in case Kevin was already asleep. Making it to the top of the stairs, he heard a noise that surprised him - a soft moan coming from down the hall.

Nathan walked to his son's bedroom and peeked in - sound asleep. He closed the door and continued softly down to the end of the hall, his ears attuned to the soft, muffled sounds coming from his bedroom. As he drew closer, the source of the sounds became quite obvious. His heart-rate quickened and a tingling sensation passed through his body as he heard the soft moans of pleasure coming from the mouth of his babysitter, Carrie.

Standing to the side of his bedroom's doorway, his mouth felt like cotton as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Carrie was on his bed, her skirt bunched at her hips as her fingers caressed her still panty-covered pussy. Nathan's cock grew rapidly in is pants to the point where it ached. But what blew him away was when Carrie brought one of his t-shirts to her nose and inhaled deeply as she lightly caressed her sex.

"Fuck me," he mouthed, his hand unconsciously adjusting himself to relieve the ache in his pants.

Every guy had a list of fantasies: the pinup girl with the hourglass figure (that was Sarah, his late wife); the secretary with her glasses and tight skirt; and near the top of the list was the babysitter - barely legal, petite, blonde, and innocent. Carrie fit the bill to perfection. 

Carrie slipped a hand underneath her pink panties, her soft, girlish moans echoing in Nathan's ears. "Please," she said barely above a whisper, her eyes shut, her fingers busy, "please, Mr. Holbrook, fuck me." 

Carrie moaned again as Nathan's mind raced. She was so close to breaking him and she didn't even know it.

"I'll be naughty for you...if you teach me."

Nathan hadn't had sex in two years, and here was a tight, young teen on his bed touching herself and fantasizing about him. What was he supposed to do?

He waited a few moments before opening the door all the way, allowing it to lightly hit against the wall. Startled by the sound, Carrie sat up and quickly pushed her skirt down.

"Mr. Holbrook," she panted, her pale, white skin flushed in embarrassment, "I...I'm sorry I'm in your bedroom...it's just..."

Nathan closed the gap between them as Carrie still sat on the side of his bed, her face almost level with his crotch. "I saw what you were doing."

"I'm sorry-" she started, searching for an explanation that didn't lead to total embarrassment.

Nathan placed his fingers on her mouth, silencing her. The warmth of her skin and the fullness of her lips was exhilarating and triggered something deep within his limbic brain. Nathan sat next to her at the side of the bed and leaned in, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Reaching down, he grazed his hand over the soft skin of her inner thigh, lifting her skirt in the process.

Carrie's breathing was erratic, the swell of her pert breasts rising and falling as Mr. Holbrook touched her lips, sending electric shocks all over her body. This was what she had wanted but could never have hoped for; yet, here she was in his bedroom...with him. What was he going to do to her? What wouldn't she do for him? The feel of his hands on her coupled with his musky scent in the air made it hard for her to breathe. She watched his hand slowly, hungrily, traverse her thigh. When he reached her panty-covered pussy, he lightly grazed his fingers along the length of her slit, lingering each time on her clit. How did he know exactly where to touch her, she wondered. She wanted to scream out as she clenched the bed sheets in her tiny fists, relishing the feeling of his fingers rubbing her pussy better than she ever did.

"This is what you were doing before I got home, wasn't it?" he asked, continuing to caress her.

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly, hardly able to choke out the word.

"Did you come yet?" he asked.

The question surprised her and it took a moment for her to answer. "No," she whispered, shaking her head.

Without another word, Mr. Holbrook brought his hand up to Carrie's mouth and placed three fingers between her lips. Pausing only momentarily, Carrie took them in; then, he slipped his hand under her panties and began to slowly and delicately rub the length of her parted outer lips. She shuddered in response as Mr. Holbrook brushed her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck. Instinctively, Carrie spread her legs as the feeling of another person touching her most private parts sent her head spinning, a wonton lust taking over. Still teasing her, his fingers finding every inch of her pussy except her clit, Mr. Holbrook used his other hand to quickly unbutton her blouse, revealing the pink bra covering her pert breasts. Carrie's body quickly responded to his touch as her nipples hardened between his fingers.

"Oh, God," she moaned, as his fingers rubbed her clit.

His hand moved from her breasts to her neck, squeezing gently as her hips began to grind in response to his touch. Carrie wanted to scream out, but at the same time loved how he was in complete control of her body. A tingling sensation began in her toes and fingers as a familiar but heightened sensation emanated from her gut. Then in an instant, her orgasm overtook her with a force unlike anything she could have imagined. Mr. Holbrook's strong arms held her close as her body shook with an emotional intensity that was almost too much to endure. Carrie felt his hot breath on her ear as he encouraged her to let go and come...for him. When she finally came down from her blissful orgasm, the aftershocks deliciously rippling through her body, Mr. Holbrook released her then stood at the side of the bed. What was immediately evident to Carrie was the enormous bulge in Mr. Holbrook's pants. He looked down at her, the look in his eyes so intense and commanding, as if he was on the verge of losing control, yet was completely in control.

Nathan looked down at the babysitter who was sprawled on the bed, her skirt bunched at her hips, her panties wet from her orgasm, her eyes wide as she stared at the bulge in his pants. In that moment, he knew what he wanted...and he was going to have it. As he unzipped his fly, Carrie's eyes widened, her mouth agape in surprise as he slowly released his cock.

Carrie watched in amazement as Mr. Holbrook took out his cock. It was thick, with a large head and bulging veins, his balls hanging heavy and low. She didn't know exactly why, but she thought it was beautiful. Although she hadn't seen her ex-boyfriend's, she was quite sure it was dwarfed by Mr. Holbrook's. Carrie wanted to touch it but was afraid to do so without permission.

Carrie looked up, an apprehensive look on her face. "Go ahead," he said barely above a whisper.

Wrapping her small hand around the shaft, Carrie was surprised at how warm it was to the touch.

"Stroke it," he said, more a command than a request.

Not quite sure how hard or fast to do it, Carrie held him firmly in her hand and slowly began to stroke his thick shaft.

"Good girl," he groaned, completely turned on by watching this innocent girl stroking his cock.

Carrie relaxed a bit after receiving the reassuring words . Although she had watched some porn clips on the Internet out of curiosity, she was hopelessly inexperienced. She had no idea how far he wanted this to go; even more frightening: she wasn't sure how far she was willing to go.

Nathan couldn't wait any longer. He gently took her hand away, unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down over his hips. The look on Carrie's face made his cock twitch in response - she looked apprehensive, but the lust in her eyes was undeniable.

"Have you ever given a blow job?" he asked, his heart racing in anticipation. 

Carries swallowed hard and shook her head.

Nathan surmised as much; if his cock could get any harder, it surely would. "Stick out your tongue," he said.

Carrie could feel her face flush, partly from embarrassment, partly from excitement. Here she was in Mr. Holbrook's bedroom about to do something she had never done before, but had fantasized about so often. Will I do it right, she wondered. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Mr. Holbrook wasted little time as he placed the base of his cock on her tongue and slid it slowly across the warm, wet surface. She looked up and was startled by the hunger in his eyes. She knew then that this wouldn't be enough to satisfy this man; she also knew that this wouldn't be enough to satisfy her either. He moaned softy as he slid his thick member along her tongue again, allowing her to taste his musky goodness. 

He turned her head, his hands holding back her hair from her face, and said, "Open your mouth."

Carrie obediently did as she was told as he placed the bulbous head between her lips. Instinctively, she closed her lips around him and placed her tongue flush against the underside of his cock; it was then that Carrie grasped just how big he was; it wasn't that he was terribly long - she guessed about six to seven inches - but he was thick and felt heavy in her mouth.

"Keep your tongue just like that," he said softly.

Carrie looked up at him as he slowly, deliberately, pushed deeper into her mouth. He was so big, she felt like she couldn't possibly take any more when he retreated until just the head was inside. She desperately wanted to gasp for air but his hold on her was firm as he pushed into her mouth again, this time going further until she felt him against the back of her mouth. She gagged on him, her saliva covering his shaft and creating a long line until it broke and fell at her feet. All-the-while, he stayed inside her, not letting her get the air she needed. Carrie took him again as he pushed further and further until he was again as deep as he could go.

"Relax," he ordered, "open your throat."

Carrie tried to relax her shoulders, which had become tense, and the back of her throat as Mr. Holbrook slowly pushed further into her mouth until she felt him at her throat. She wanted to gag again but as he pushed against her, she closed her eyes and allowed it to happen. 

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted. "Yeah, take it," he murmured, almost like a chant. 

Before Carrie knew it, her lips were at the base of his shaft. When he finally released her, she spit out the excess saliva and gasped for air as if she had just come up from underwater. It was uncomfortable but at the same time incredibly erotic to be used in this a way. 

"Suck my cock."

Not exactly sure how to proceed, Carrie tried to imagine what would feel good. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and feeling it throb in her hand, she took him into her mouth, relishing the taste of his skin against her tongue. The feel of Mr. Holbrook's thick manhood between her lips as she slowly bobbed up and down on him gave her a tingling sensation between her legs; she reached down and felt the evidence of her arousal. 

Mr. Holbrook took hold of his cock and lifted it out of the way. "Lick my balls."

Wanting to please him, Carrie tentatively licked Mr. Holbrook's big balls that hung low below his shaft; then, with a little encouragement, took first one then the other into her mouth.

"Yes," he hissed, "suck harder."

She complied, sucking his balls into her mouth and pulling them away from his body. There was something incredibly sensual about the act - how trusting he was, and how vulnerable. After a few moments, Mr. Holbrook placed his cock back in her mouth, Carrie picking up a rhythmic tempo as she fondled his balls, taking him deeper and deeper down her throat. She looked up as she caught her breath, and by the look in his eyes, she could tell Mr. Holbrook wasn't finished with her by a long shot; he wanted her most precious possession - and although she was a little scared, she wanted Mr. Holbrook to be her first.

Nathan removed the rest of his clothes and smiled to himself when he saw the look on Carrie's face - first apprehension, then lust. She began taking off her blouse when he stopped her by placing a hand on her arm. He wanted to do it. Her blouse was already unbuttoned, revealing a pink bra and the swell of her pert breasts. He lifted her to her feet and realized just how petite this young girl was as she barely reached his shoulders. He leaned down, and as he kissed her sweet lips, pushed her blouse off her shoulders then deftly removed her bra.

Mr. Holbrook's kisses were soft, but there was a hint of restrained desire in them that gave Carrie butterflies in her stomach. When her tits were freed, she fought the instinct to cover them with her hands. Before she could read his face, he turned her around to face the bed. She could feel the heat of his body on her back and his breath on her neck as he pushed her skirt to the floor. Carrie waited for his tender kisses on the back of her neck, but instead felt a coolness between her legs as Mr. Holbrook quickly yanked her pink panties down in a manner that both startled and excited.

"Turn around," he said, a command barely above a whisper.

Carrie stepped out of her clothes that were gathered at her feet and turned slowly to face him. Did he think she was pretty, she wondered; she knew her body was nothing like his wife's. Carrie got her answer as she looked into his eyes, which raged with an intensity unlike anything she had ever seen. His hand absently wrapped around his cock, and he stroked it as he looked at her, indicating in that one gesture desire...and ownership.

Nathan took in the site of the 18 year-old babysitter: smooth, white skin with a hint of a tan; toned legs leading up to a firm, heart-shaped ass; a trim, dark blonde triangle of hair providing a teasing hint of her womanhood; a flat belly, a result of her youth and cheerleading; small breasts with nipples erect, begging to be sucked; and a youthful face that was at once cute and alluring. Carrie was exactly what he needed at this moment. 

He closed the distance between them in one, fluid motion and kissed her with such urgency she gasped in his mouth. He suckled her hard nipples, eliciting a delicious moan as he caressed her pussy and felt how wet she was for him.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear.

"Please," she whispered.

He pushed her down on the bed - forceful enough to communicate the seriousness of his desire, but not so hard as to sever the growing intimacy between them. Nathan reached into the bedside table and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. (He had bought them months ago when he thought he might have a use for them.) Feeling impatient, he ripped it open, pulled out a single packet, and tossed the box to the floor. As he unrolled the condom down his shaft, he got a good look at the girl's moist pussy as she was sprawled out on his bed, legs open and inviting.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Nathan climbed onto the bed between Carrie's legs and kissed his way up her body, licking her sensitive nipples along the way as his shaft rested heavily on her stomach. Kneeling between her legs so he could watch his cock penetrate her, Nathan placed the tip at the entrance, Carrie taking in a sharp breath in response. He watched her closely to read her reactions - her eyes were transfixed on the point where their bodies met. He felt his cock throbbing in his hand as he positioned the head at her entrance, feeling the heat of her womanhood. Pushing forward, he immediately met an obvious resistance. He was going to take her virginity, he realized; a small part of her would forever belong to him. 




Innocence Lost



As Mr. Holbrook leaned over her into the missionary position, Carrie felt a sudden pain as her body gave way against the force of his manhood. She bit her lower lip drawing blood, the pain between her legs both alarming and sensual as she knew what it meant. The discomfort soon subsided to a dull ache as the two of them lay motionless, Mr. Holbrook's cock halfway inside her. Soon even the ache subsided until the only feeling she was aware of was her pussy being stretched by his thickness. Instinctively, Carrie wrapped her legs around him and pulled him further inside as if trying to feed a growing hunger. Slowly, methodically, Mr. Holbrook edged deeper and deeper until their bodies kissed.

"Oh," she gasped, as he buried his cock to the hilt, the friction against her clit sending shockwaves through her body.

Mr. Holbrook stayed there buried deep for what seemed an eternity, like he was waiting for something. When Carrie's hips began to involuntarily gyrate against him, she realized what he had been waiting for - her. Carrie's rotating hips provided the most delicious sensations. Then he pulled back slightly, causing her to take in a sharp breath from the sudden change in feeling; and just when she thought it couldn't feel any better, he slowly thrust back in.

"Oh, God!" she said aloud as their bodies touched.

He pulled back again - this time a little further - then slowly pushed back into her, a low guttural moan involuntarily escaping her lips. The feeling of her body being filled completely was so overwhelming, she thought she couldn't possibly stand it for much longer. He stayed there for a moment, deep inside, as Carrie could hear him breathing deeply, apparently laboring to maintain control. He pulled out until just the head was inside; then, grabbing her by the shoulders, thrust into her with a little more weight, causing her to cry out and lift her hips to meet him. Carrie clung to Mr. Holbrook's back as he began to piston with a steady rhythm that sent her head spinning. She couldn't believe it, but she could feel a second orgasm approaching as her employer fucked her with increasing urgency. It wasn't until she was on the verge of coming that she realized she had been moaning loudly with each hard thrust. He must have sensed she was close because he moved her legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward, creating an angle that let her feel every inch of him. His rhythm remained slow and steady, but the force of his thrusts grew deeper and harder as her orgasm approached. Carrie felt herself sinking into the bed as she lost herself in the throes of a mind-numbing come. As waves of pleasure wracked her body, she became aware of Mr. Holbrook's uneven grunts of pleasures, his tempo quickening as he grabbed her ass and lifted her to him, his body shuddering in response to his own, powerful orgasm.

Never had Nathan experienced anything so erotic, so consuming as this - taking this girl's virginity; making her come like she had; seeing the look of absolute surrender in her eyes as he kissed her way down her body and slowly pulled out. Tying off and tossing the condom in the waste basket, Nathan didn't skip a beat, kissing her shapely legs as she looked on blissfully.

"I'm not done with you," he said, licking her inner thigh and breathing in the strong scent of her arousal.

Just before tasting his babysitter, he took in the sight her tiny pussy, lips spread from their lovemaking and wet from her orgasm. As he licked the length of her slit, he heard Carrie moan in response. The combination of her strong scent and her tangy sweet taste was intoxicating. He slowly made love to her beautiful pussy, tasting her forbidden nectar as he kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of her. As she ground against his mouth, desperate for another release, he could feel his cock throb back to life. Her moans becoming higher and higher in pitch, Carrie lifted her hips off the bed as Nathan placed his hands under her tight ass, holding her to him as she screamed out, her body convulsing in his arms. The quickness of her climax surprised him and he savored the taste of her juices on his tongue 

As Carrie lay there exhausted and in the glow of her second orgasm, Nathan grabbed another condom and turned her around so she lay on her stomach, still in a daze as he quickly penetrated her pussy to the hilt.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed.

Nathan held Carrie down, her arms stretched above her head, and whispered in her ear, "My turn."

Before, Nathan had been gentle and responsive to his virgin lover's needs, only increasing his tempo when he was on the verge of coming; now he was going to use her for his own pleasure. He heard her groans with each slap of skin against skin as he deeply penetrated her tight hole. Nathan got up on his knees, grabbed Carrie's arms for leverage, and fucked her harder and harder as she moaned her encouragement. Caught up in the moment, he spanked her ass.

When Carrie moaned with pleasure in response he spanked her again. He then continued, going back and forth between her reddening cheeks as he continued to pound her pussy with such force he though he would break her. That's when he pulled out, fell back on the bed, and pulled her to him. He kissed her urgently, like his life depended on it, then stabbed up into her body, setting up a blistering pace. He was completely consumed, drunk with lust. For her part, Carrie was moaning uncontrollably into his ear, begging him not to stop.

"Fuck me," she murmured, "feels so good." she said, almost delirious.

That was the final straw as Nathan felt his manhood swell inside Carrie's impossibly tight cunt. He groaned, coming with such ferociousness he thought he would have a heart attack. He held her close to his sweat-soaked body as he spasmed inside of her. Nathan continued to gyrate his hips, not wanting to stop but his cock too sensitive to continue thrusting into her tight body.

When his orgasm finally subsided, Carrie lifted herself up so she could look into his eyes. "I'm glad it was you," she said.

He caressed her tight ass, pulling her to him, relishing the feel of their bodies so close. "I need a babysitter tomorrow night; are you available?"

"I am now."