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Making Me

By: robertreams



Les, my closest friend now that Mike has been killed in Iraq, sits quietly on the couch listening intently as I tell him about my explorations with Mike in that scout tent so many years before. How our relationship had grown beyond experimentation. How our experiences had left me shaken, doubtful about my sexuality, but oh so excited. About how I believed that I had "loved" Mike in a way that was very close to the love I had felt for women.

There is a long pause as I stand over him, hoping his reaction will not be too harsh, that he will not think ill of me, will not cease to be my friend because of my "queer' feelings for Mike.

Les rises. Stands still for a moment and looks straight in my face, then leans forward and kisses my lips lightly. I stand in shock, not knowing what to feel, my face tingling where his coarse beard has touched.

He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. I stand near the door, mute and paralyzed, my emotions in an uproar, watching as he lights several candles and turns on the steaming water. I feel like a virgin on her first date as Les begins slowly unbuttoning my shirt. My breath catches in my throat as my pants puddle at my feet. A huge lump forms at my solar plexus as he kneels to doff my shoes, his face inches from the monster, his breath hot on my thighs. I want to scream at him that I don't want this, that I am "not that way", but my voice won't work and my loins are afire.

Hand gentle on my lower back, Les firmly guides me toward the steaming shower. "Get in", he says, "relax." The hot water on my neck and shoulders relieves the tension a bit. "I shouldn't go through with this," I keep telling myself, but I seem powerless to act.

Several uncertain minutes pass before Les slides in behind me. I feel his stiffening manhood bobbing around behind me, between my cheeks and on the backs of my thighs. he grabs the soap and, reaching around me, begins to soap my chest and nipples, his rough beard and fluffy mustache feel odd, but exciting, scratching over my back and shoulders. I begin to stammer as his hands soap lower.

"Les, er, I . . ." I want to scream, "Stop! Stop!" So why don't I?

"Shh", his voice whispers in my ear. "Just relax. I want you. So bad."

His soapy hands move lower. Across my belly. My thighs. One hand slides slipperily under each side of my ball sac, cupping gently, massaging. He takes my hardness firmly in one hand, soaping up and back along its length, sliding my foreskin on and off the monster's engorged head. The other hand moves to circle round and round the head. The intensity causes my hips to draw back against the length of him, snuggling all down the tight crease between my cheeks. His kisses and nibbles and tiny bites are roving down my back. My body is covered with goose bumps.

Suddenly his hands leave me. He draws back. The sense of relief at his cock moving away from my sensitive crease is almost as intense as my sense of loss. Confused, I start to turn. But Les moves around in front of me. He uses the weight of his body to force me gently back against the shower wall. His face finds mine, lips hot on mine, tongue seeking, probing. At my first kiss from another man, I have an eerie sensation of extreme strangeness and extreme forbidden excitement. His hands move to soap my back. The kiss goes on and I find myself responding, our tongues twining. His hands soap the cheeks of my buttocks, slippery fingertips gently sliding, teasing between , up and down.

Les's mouth leaves mine and moves down, kissing and nibbling my hairless chest, His tongue, his teeth on my nipples are like no other feeling. Our cocks brush and bob against one another. He kneels before me. Drawing back a moment to let the steaming water rinse me, his hands roam over my legs, my inner thighs, my balls. He draws my foreskin back tight against my body, stretching my cock hard and long, its crimson head bulging. Snaking out his tongue he inserts its tip into my tiny cock lips. Involuntarily I jerk forward and pierce his lips, but he guides my hips backward, pulling me out of his warm mouth. Swirling his tongue around and around my sensitive cock head, he reaches and slides my foreskin forward, enclosing his tongue, licking around under it. My knees nearly buckle at the intensity.

And now, finally, I relax, surrender, knowing that this skilled lover will bring me joy. For now, for the moment, I am his, come what may, Conscious thought is a thing far from me, alien. The swirling in my head, the intense pleasure, blots out everything. There is one universe, this small shower stall, the two of us its only inhabitants. 

At last he leans forward, taking me deeply inside his mouth, the head of my throbbing manhood entering his throat. He takes my hand and guides it to his neck, where I can clearly feel my cock bulging and moving inside. How wicked, how wanton, how wonderful! He slides his mouth on and off me, simultaneously laving my length with his tongue. My hands move to embrace his head, fingers entwined in his long hair. I draw him against me. I can feel his nose in my pubic hair, my balls on his chin, I mightily resist the urge to fuck strongly forward. 

His hands move to caress my butt, fingertips teasing. With one fingertip he twirls and teases at my tight hole, then slips it gently inside. I jerk forward, pushing my cock deeper in his throat. His head moves forward, forcing my hips back, impaling me deeper on his finger. He picks up the pace, alternately taking me deep in his throat and impaling me deeper on his finger. Nerve impulses from all over my body rush to my groin. I feel the pressure building, feel my hot seed rising.

His finger leaves me. His mouth leaves me. He rises to his feet. I feel barren, empty, abandoned, lonely, longing. My legs are tight and shaking.

He turns around, reaches behind him to grasp my dick, and leads me by it, still dripping, out of the shower and into his bed. 

I awake as golden fragments of morning sweep slowly across the small bedroom and gently kiss my face. I feel spent, used up. It is the first time I have awaked next to a sleeping male form since Mike's sleep-overs in my early teens. Les lies beside me, his spare form sprawled on the bed, arms akimbo and legs spread. His yellow hair is spread beneath his head like a radiant halo. His dick lies peacefuly along the golden down at his thigh, surrounded by its own halo of nearly transparent golden curls. Even in its flaccid state, it is nearly twice the size of mine when fully erect. Its bare head, the golden curls around its base, his thighs, are lightly coated with the dried traces of left over lust. I lie on my side and gaze at him for a while, reliving the events of the previous night.

What is it with me? What am I? Have I no morals, no shame? I search deep within myself. I can discern no trace of the shame, the disgust I believe I should be feeling. Is it love I feel for this "friend", or only lust?

He is radiant, gleaming.

Gently so as not to wake him I let my hands graze over his taut frame. Cautiously, I heft the length of his sex in my palm, impressed by the solid weight of him. The smell of him, of us, and the remnants of our sex is heavy in the room and heady in my nostrils. The taste of him is a memory on my lips, my tongue. Did I really do all that last night? Take his long heavy thickness deep in my mouth, my throat? It seems impossible, yet already I feel the stirring want of him reawaken somewhere deep in my psyche. Yes, I believe I would do it again. Momentarily I am tempted to lean over his taut, muscular form and take him once again in my lips. "Could I do that? Perform the acts of my recent memory in the cool light of daylight and reason, without the compelling lust of last night?" 

I suppose the hot urgings of the torrid night might provide a slim excuse for my behavior. But here in the glowing morning sun, I now, at last, must honestly admit to myself that I would probably do it all again. In fact, the power of him excites me to daydream of completing the one act I refused last night. To some small degree, I want this loving man to have me, take me, pierce me. What would that be like? In all those days and nights piercing, penetrating, possessing women, I have never once given thought to how it must feel to take another into oneself, to surrender ones inner body to the probing, impaling of another. To have that long hardness impale you, to take it deep within. If such a thing is a purely feminine trait, then how could this strong, obviously masculine person beside me desire it so fully?.I have no doubt that Les would discuss it with me at length, but have I the guts, the honesty to broach the subject with him?

It is time, I think, to finally begin in earnest, the task of examining myself honestly, a task that I have put off, denied, submerged in the day to day of existence. Yet how often have I heard the call to sincere self-examination?

Preparing to rise, I lean gently over and softly kiss Les' chest.

With a playful lilt in his voice, he says, " don't stop now, you horney devil."

We laugh together and his hands flutter over my body like butterflies seeking nectar.

In moments I am hard and taut, pointing at the ceiling.

Once again he takes the initiative, taking me full in his mouth without preliminary. Once again his fingertips tease, tickle, probe. When he slips one finger into me, I am startled as before. But this time I am resolved not to hold back. Taking his face in both my hands I draw his mouth from me. His blue eyes hold hints of golden fire as I say simply "Yes!"

Still kneeling between my outspread thighs, he grasps them with both his strong young hands and urges me over onto my belly. His knees hold mine in place His arms under my waist pull my hips up and back, forcing me to a kneeling position, my face on the bed, back arced and ass high, 

His hands caress my cheeks, oh so soft, oh so intense. I feel the heft and weight of his manhood on my lower back, his need obvious, wet and hot.

My legs tremble in fear and expectation as he glides his swollen hardness down, up, down, up between my cheeks, lubricating me with the wetness oozing profusely from him. Adding wetness from his saliva wet fingers, he gently pries me open. I feel his thumbs spread me. Suddenly I feel his manhood stiff against my tight tender hole. So hot. He presses forward. I am rejecting what I know I really want, squeezing tightly, denying him access, suddenly very afraid. 

"Relax, Jeff, It is gonna happen now, buddy. You know you want it to!" He presses forward firmly, meets resistance once again. Deciding that gentleness is not going to work, he rams forward hard and fast. The bulging head of his cock pops past my tight sphincter and I cry out.

"Oh!"

He leans over me and kisses my back. His hands rove over my thighs and sides. My ass feels as if someone has set it afire as Les pushes in slowly bit by bit.

I struggle to move away but his hands grasp my hips firmly and he slides the final inches into me. The pain is intense. A blinding white light goes off before my eyes.

"Relax, buddy," Les says once more. "Take it in, friend, you know you want it."

Slowly he draws the long hard length of himself out of me and slowly slides it forward once more. My ass is bulging with the fullness of him. I am gritting my teeth, eyes shut tight, groaning with the fierce pain of being punctured.

Les sets up a rhythm of long slow penetration and withdrawal. It goes on and on, tears fill my eyes and my screams fill the room as his cock fills me over and over.

After a long nightmare of pain, Les picks up the pace and begins slamming hard and deep, withdrawing oh so slowly, but slamming home hard and deep again on the forward strokes. 

My voice is shaking, cracking. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I scream over and over.

But he is merciless in his driving need and punches into me, piercing, pounding. Again and again.

At long last I surrender and fall flat on the bed. He shifts his body and continues harder and faster now. Driving, pounding, His cock a hot ion pounding into me. 

The fire in my burning hole spreads to my groin and my cock, now hard as ice. Spreads out to my limbs, my skin.

The pain washes away as his cock pounds my prostate, wave after wave of fiery pleasure

crashes through me

Finally I feel my ass open fully and welcome his hard burning manhood. I thrash and moan under his heavy weight. "Yes!" I cry aloud. "Yes."

I go completely limp under his pounding, finding at last the true freedom of total surrender, the ultimate pleasure of total subjugation. My ass, my body is now his to do with as he will.

He reaches under me and grasps my cock hard and firm and begins pumping me to the rhythm of his thrusting need. I am silent now as he uses me completely. 

I explode in a hot torrent of cum, feeling it wash over my belly.

And now he is ready. His hot cum fires deep in me, hot against my prostate and all life and love and longing and consciousness leave me and I am adrift in endless space, feeling only his seed filling me, hot so hot!

It seems as if his cum flows into me for a very long time, oozing out around his huge dick and running over my balls. Finally he softens and withdraws from me. The sense of loss is overwhelming. He stretches out his long lean frame atop me, whispering softly in my ear. "Oh yes, Jeff, you loved it didn't you?"

"Shh," I say, "Just hold me." He rolls to one side, arrns around me and I curl into his body. His cock, though now flaccid, seems impossibly large against the curve of my butt. I wriggle my soft ass back against him as if thanking him, thanking his cock, for teaching me the awesome pleasure of surrender. He reaches around and cups my cock possessively and we drift off in contented sleep.

Making Me Beg



I pull into the hotel parking lot, my body a jumble of nerves. I'm just exactly as your cryptic note requested...the purple satin & lace panties and matching bra, my black patent leather heels and thigh high stockings. My hair, as instructed, was completely up, held in place with a decorative clasp. The only other requirement was my string of pearls. The only change, defiantly, was the coat I put over the top. There's no way you'd want me driving around at midnight in nothing but a bra and underwear, I reason with myself. I get out of the car, instantly missing the warmth, my nipples turning to stone with the sudden change and head to the hotel lobby. Once inside, I clasp the coat together and ran to the elevator, grateful there were no other passengers tonight. I ride to the 10th floor, where you have instructed me to go to room 1021.

I find the room number and hesitantly turn the knob, not exactly sure what to expect. There were no further instructions. Before me lies a small typical hotel room with a king bed. I notice on the bed a box with a note. The note instructs me to wear only the contents of the box, lay on the bed, spread eagle, and wait.

Curious now, I open the box to find a black cloth blindfold. My heart flutters a bit...do I know this man well enough to trust him? I stand looking at the cloth in my hands...unable to bring it to my eyes yet trembling knowing I must.

I jump when the phone rings. I quickly reach over to grab it and say hello. Your voice, deep, resonating, sending shock waves thru me. 

"What are you waiting for? I told you to put it on...did I not?"

I quickly look around the room trying to figure out how you knew...you couldn't know...only guessing? Then I hear the words that send chills down my spine and dread thru my heart.

"Don't think I didn't see your little act of defiance."

My mind races...damn.... the coat! You must've seen.

Shaking now, I hastily tie the cloth blindfold tight around my head and lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as I can. I lay there, still...waiting...and waiting...

Finally I hear the knob turn and the door open...then close. Fabric moving. A voice hushed. Yours. I relax just a little knowing you are there. But then I tense again hearing a second...then a third male voice. 

My instincts are to close my legs and flee. The urge so great my legs are shaking. I feel a hand on my ankle, hard, rough, and calloused. I try to pull away, but the hand grabs at my ankle, holding hard, then a second hand grabs my other ankle.... hard and rough...same man. I feel movement by my head and the bed dip to one side just a little. I smell you, your soap, your cologne. I start to speak, start to ask what is going on, but you put one finger gently over my lips to silence me. Then your finger moves softly over my lips, tracing the contours, the little dip under my nose, around the corner, along my bottom lip, and then slowly dips inside. I suck gently at your finger, forgetting about my ankles being held...forgetting there are two strange men probably staring at me.

You move, bending down, I sense your lips above mine, longing to taste them, but no...you never kiss me do you? You stay aloof...cold...giving only what I need to remain addicted to you...and nothing more.

You move away from my lips. I can feel your heat...or the loss of...on my lips. I feel your lips in my hair, at my ear. 

"Trust me." was all you whispered...and instantly I did.

I feel your weight move off the bed and hands on my legs, slowly caressing me, like a slow heated massage Four hands...not six...you are not one of the men touching me. I stiffen at the thought. Then I feel the hands move higher and higher up my legs, up my thighs. Moving in circles along my inner thighs. The hands are bolder, grazing past my pussy just enough to cause an electric jolt. Hands on my stomach, sides...felt like so many more than only four. Breasts, two hands on each. Each hand cupping the fullness, rolling and pulling my nipples. I can't help myself...it feels good...so incredibly good. I start moving, my hips undulating slightly, soft moans escaping my lips.

Then I feel the hardness against my lips and realize two of the four hands had stopped. The hardness at my lips was pushing, demanding entry into my mouth. I clamped my lips shut, defiantly not opening. 

I hear one word from you...deep, commanding, no compromise...."OPEN!"

I open immediately. I know that tone...no compromise. I feel the hard cock slip past my lips, pushing deeper, making me gag. I can't breath, fighting against the hardness pushing.

I relax my throat and swirl my tongue around the shaft forced down my throat. I hear a deep throaty groan and know I am doing well. I feel movement again...then a pressure on my chest. One of the men is straddling my chest while I'm sucking on his cock. The thought of you watching arouses me, though I can't for the life of me figure out why!

Then I feel hands on my thighs again, movement on the bed between my legs. The second man is between my legs. His fingers spreading my labia wide, the cold air hitting it like lava hitting the ocean. Then I feel the sensation of a tongue moving along the valley of my pussy, starting at the deepest part and moving up. The tongue gives my clit a glancing blow causing me buck my hips. The man straddling my chest grabs both my arms and holds them over my head. This gives him a better angle to fuck my mouth, sliding hard and fast down my throat. I can feel him tense and know he'll give me what I want.... need.... harder and harder he enters my throat, the soft membranes at the back of my throat raw and sore from the beating. Suddenly intense warmth as he shoots his fluid down my throat. It is tangy, strong, making me gag.

When the final drops of cum are squeezed into my mouth, my arms are released. I realize the tongue in my pussy has stopped. Soon there is no weight on the bed but mine. I hear hushed tones in the corner of the room.

My blindfold is removed, my eyes blinking in the sudden bright light. The two men are wearing masks to cover their faces, but are naked. You, fully clothed, are sitting in the corner chair, hand in your lap, rubbing the hard on I can see thru your pants. You have no expression, you just stare at me.

One of the men picks me up and puts me on the floor on my knees in front of you. You stand up slowly and begin to undress in front of me...slowly...making me watch every movement...every inch of your skin revealed to me in painfully slow inches.

You unzip your pants and slide them down your legs; your hard cock is free and standing boldly at attention. I risk a peak at your face, still no expression...so cold.

You are standing inches from my face, your cock just out of reach of my mouth. Just as I am addicted to you, I'm addicted to the taste of you. I want to taste you so bad I ache, but when I dart my tongue out to please you, you back away and simply command, No.

I feel hands on my hips. Hands raising my hips, until I am on my hands and knees. You pull the chair forward slightly and sit, legs apart. This position puts your hard cock just inches from my mouth. Just far enough that I can't reach you with my tongue.

I look up to your face; a question in my eyes. Again...cold is the only return.

I feel a cock enter me harshly from behind, causing me gasp...hard. Filling me. I can feel my juices dropping freely down my thighs, my pussy throbbing for release. I see your cock before me...hard...needing release too.

I try again to reach you but I am held. I feel the orgasm building. Locking my gaze with yours as you instructed so many weeks ago

"Always look in my eyes when you cum." And I always have.

Just as the wave of pleasure building is about to climax, all movement stops...leaving me panting, breathless, on the verge of....

"Beg." One word, softly spoken.

I shake my head no.

"Then you will not be permitted to cum."

I lock eyes with you again, suddenly realizing your game and filling my heart with dread.

The movements start again...feeling so wonderful, so erotic...your cock so close yet still unreachable...your hand slowly stroking it for my viewing. Then I feel a finger touch my clit and nearly climax, but I fight it...I will NOT beg.

Little did I know the extent to which you'd go to make me submit. Over and over again, brought to the edge of heaven, then denied. Each time, I'd look at you with hatred, wanting, lust, animal passion. And each time; you would lean down and tenderly, trace a finger along my cheek and say, "Beg."

Each time I would violently shake my head no...and each time the torment would start again...pleasure like a woman has never known...promising the orgasm of a lifetime. If only I would beg.

After what seemed like hours, I was crying, tears flowing freely, blood dripping from my lip from biting it, pussy throbbing so hard you just need to cup your hand over my mound to feel it. I can't take anymore...I can't...the aching was painful.

I look at you again, my tears having no effect on you. And then I see it...that smallest hint of concern...a crack in your armor...that pushes me over the edge. Unbelievable, and against my will, I hear my voice, quivering, raspy, barely even a whisper...

"Please -- I can't take it anymore."

"Beg" you say yet again.

"I said please...please, please...let me cum...I ache."

"Beg" again.

Tears begin anew...the fucking begins again...again I am reaching the point of no return.

"Beg!" Your voice is louder, more demanding.

Something snaps. I no longer care what I look like, what I say, who's fucking me. Everything I have is focused on my throbbing pussy, the relief I so desperately need, and your eyes.

My voice louder, deeper, not quite sounding like mine..."FUCK...LET ME CUM...I BEG YOU!!!! GOD PLEASE!!! PLEASE LET ME CUM. I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!!"

You stand quickly and move behind me. I feel your steel cock slam inside me. Pleasure beyond what I've ever known. Your hands are clasping me hard, pulling me back to meet each of your thrusts. I'm crying your name, begging and begging for you to let me cum.

You curl yourself around me, slowing your thrusts, making me think you are teasing again, driving me insane. Your lips are in my hair again and I hear the magical words, 

"Traci, cum for me...NOW!" 

Your thrusting slows almost to a stop.

But with those five words it begins...the explosion rips through me like an atomic bomb, spasm after spasm reverberating around your cock until I am spent...motionless.

I'm vaguely aware of being picked up and carried gently to the bed...your tender hands covering me, the caress on my cheek...the fingers moving the sweat soaked hair from my eyes...but I hear what I have longed to hear...whispered in my ear....

"Good girl."

I awoke with a start...where am I? Then the memories came flooding back. He did it...he got me to beg! Humiliation tore through me causing my tears to begin again. How could you do this to me?

I cried...then I got mad. Raging mad...how fucking dare you! Who the fuck did you think you were? 

Unfortunately, you picked that precise moment to walk through the door.

"Good morning, Sexy," you greet me with your usual sexy smile, "Ready for some coffee..." 

Your words trailed off as you saw the look of fury on my face. You knew I'd cry, but you were not expecting this.

"You fucking asshole! How dare you!" Fire leapt from my eyes.

"Traci, calm down," you said calmly as you tried to approach me.

Before you had a chance, I was inches from your nose, looking into your eyes, daring you to command me now. Your heart raced...and somewhere in the back of your mind, desire raced at a faster speed. Seeing me like this...determined, unflinching, unwavering...your cock started to twitch.

"Strip!" I said, loud and deep.

Confusion crossed your face.

"I said strip!" almost yelling, my voice causing your cock to stir even more.

You immediately remove your clothes, faster than I've ever seen you, standing naked before me...I briefly notice you are semi-hard...and I smile a devilishly wicked smile as I look into your eyes.

Your heart skips a beat. That one smile said it all. You now know, you are in trouble. Tears you can deal with. Anger you can deal with. But this? How were you going to deal with this...?



Making Me Beg



Dear reader - This is my first attempt at writing explicit girl-on-girl sex. I hope it works for you. I'll take any suggestions that anyone of you want to make.

Part I

The first time I saw her, she was begging – actually begging – outside a coffee shop in the business section of town. She was the prettiest young woman I had seen in a long time – even though she needed to be 'cleaned-up.' And, being totally honest here, my panties got wet just watching her smile shyly anytime someone gave her a few coins or a bill. The little girl sitting on an overturned milk crate at her feet seemed 'needy' enough to genuinely help her mother's cause. I could tell she was taking in a decent haul after watching her for just ten minutes or so.

I'd actually seen the woman there once before and only spared her a passing glance. But this time her hair was longer giving her face a fuller look – her lips seemed round and full now in a way I hadn't noticed before. My clit was almost throbbing as I walked toward her. I could just imagine how those lips and her tongue would feel sucking and licking at my aching clit. I stopped beside her as she thanked a man who had just handed her a five-dollar bill; I waited until she looked at me, then I gave her full eye contact.

She had wavy blond hair that just touched her shoulders, grey eyes that seemed to have flecks of silver gleaming in them, and the sexiest slightly pouting lips I've seen on a grown woman. She seemed to be about twenty-three or so; she was shorter than me – but most women are. She was probably about five foot five and looked no more than about a hundred and twenty pounds. Her tits were tight and perky but as I took another quick peak at them, I realized they weren't as small as I had initially thought. My guess, she was about a C-cup and damn she had a tight round ass to go with those pert lovely tits.

Like I said, I'm tall, around five foot ten and I seem to keep fighting with my weight since I hit thirty a couple years ago. I'm about a hundred and forty pounds. I have to say though that a few of the pounds I'm carrying now went to my breasts and ass; I finally had to be fitted for a D-cup bra about a year ago. So when I go to the gym, I focus my efforts on my ass to keep it from spreading further. I keep my very straight reddish-brown hair cut in a short style that's easy to manage; I have deep brown eyes and one of those annoyingly cute noses. My lips aren't as full as I'd like, mostly average. For the most part people describe me a classic beauty rather than gorgeous, sexy, or sensual. 

The woman I was now watching – who had made my panties wet because I couldn't control my fantasies – was most definitely each of those things: gorgeous, sexy, and sensual.

"Would you let me buy you a cup of coffee? And something for the little girl; she looks cold?"

The young woman glanced at the little girl and smiled lovingly as she nodded. "I guess we do need to take a break for a few minutes. I'll probably only miss out on ten bucks anyhow." She looked at me almost anxiously for a moment then turned to go into the coffee shop.

As I followed her in, I bettered my offer. "I'll double what you think you'll loose; how does that sound?"

With that she turned and looked genuinely suspicious. "What do you get out of this?"

"Someone pretty to share my table with-" I reached down and stroked the little girl's hair but made sure to hold eye contact with the woman I wanted much more. "and hopefully a new friend."

"How long have you been in town? I'm guessing you're new to the city?"

"Yes. We got here about four weeks ago."

I waited for more of her story until after we had ordered. I made sure to suggest that the little girl ordered enough food to keep her mother at my table for at least a half hour. It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and I'd had a lonely week – hell, I'd had a lonely year and I was sincerely hoping to change that as soon as possible.

We found our table and I encouraged Pam, her name was Pam and her little girl's name was Amelia, to continue with her story.

"You got here four weeks ago?"

"We've been living at the shelter until the women's hostel has room for us, they keep saying it'll be about two weeks 'til they have an opening for the both of us."

"You'll live at a homeless shelter and beg with just the hopes that the women's hostel will find room for you, eventually?"

"I don't really have a choice, Megan."

I listened to her hard luck story of an abusive husband she'd had to run away from. I really did feel sorry for her but I was still hoping her bad luck would turn into my good luck. I had a really nice apartment in an affluent part of town; there would be plenty of room to invite this sexy lady and her daughter to stay for a while. I smiled at her sympathetically and made my generous offer.

"I have room at my place for you; for as long as you want, Pamela."

"I still don't understand why you're being so nice to me."

"I live alone. I've lived alone for longer than I wanted to or planned to. Basically, I'm lonely. You seem like a sweet lady and Amelia is certainly one of the quietest little girls I've ever seen." I decided on honesty, or at least partial honestly. "I'm taking as much of a chance as you are. I mean you could be pulling some kind of a con, yourself. How do I know you're not going to steal from me?"

"Why make the offer if you don't trust me?"

"I didn't say I didn't trust you; I just suggested that I have no more reason to trust you than you have to trust me. You can trust me, Pamela."

She didn't answer me immediately; I took that as a good sign. "Don't you have any kids, Megan? a boy friend or husband?"

"I never got married. I like kids well enough, but I don't think I'm the mothering type. Besides, I prefer the company of women – in all areas of my life."

I was surprised when she didn't even blink at that last comment. I'd honestly expected a shocked gasp and that she'd grab her daughter's hand and run. But she didn't; she just looked at me for a moment then – she smiled.

"Well, Megan, I think I'd be crazy at this point not to take you up on your offer; I think I've had just about all I can take from men these days. I think us girls can get along perfectly fine without a man."

So, that's how I came to be driving a sweet sexy young thing back to my apartment on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Her daughter had curled up in the backseat and fallen asleep almost as soon as I started the car. I decided it was as good a time as any to see what the sly smile that she had given me earlier meant.

"So, Pamela, when I told you back at the coffee shop that I'm a lesbian; you just smiled – I'd expected you to grab Amelia and run – but you just smiled. Why?"

"I got married to Morris because I was in love with his sister. He hit me and kicked me out when he found the box of love letters she had sent me when we were still together. She took a job across the country about six months ago. Morris couldn't figure out why our phone bill was so high for months after Jane moved."

I had to smile at her honesty. "So, phone sex wasn't enough?"

"We tried, we really did, but she told me a couple months ago that she had a new girlfriend. I kept hoping she'd ask me to leave Morris to go be with her."

"Did you ever have feelings for Morris?"

"He was a good father." Pamela shrugged and smiled at me again. "I've been lonely for a long time too. Avoiding sex with Morris had become such a habit that I think he had finally given up on me and found a girl-friend or two."

Pamela carried Amelia into the elevator and the little girl slept all the way up to my apartment on the ninth floor. I smiled at her when she whistled as she looked around; I had spent some time and considerable amount of money decorating my apartment with a mostly nouveau décor. Most of my friends knew I preferred women and those who didn't figured it out quickly when they visited my home.

"I hope you like it here, Pamela; I hope you'll make yourself at home and stay as long as you'd like."

"No stings attached?"

"No strings attached." I touched her cheek and pushed a curling strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm not going to promise not to try to seduce you on a regular basis though."

When she smiled and held eye contact for a long quiet moment, I felt my cunt tighten and juices flow into my panties.

"Where should I put Amelia? She'll sleep through the night now. I'll have to sleep with her for the first few nights so that she doesn't wake up scared in the morning."

"I understand." But I knew I'd be buying batteries for my vibrators in bulk if I didn't get my hands, fingers, and mouth on Pamela in the next few days or so. 

I showed her where she and her daughter would be sleeping; Amelia hardly fussed when Pamela put her to bed in my spare bedroom. I gave Pamela a more thorough tour of the apartment so she would really feel at home in the next few days. I even invited her to make a shopping list for me of things she and Amelia liked to eat. I told her to just leave it on the fridge so that I could shop on my way home from work the next day.

If Pamela seemed like she was starting to settle in, I'd take her and Amelia shopping at the end of the week. I had a feeling that if I provided for the both of them very generously, for the first few weeks they were with me, it would encourage Pamela to stay – or even make our arrangement permanent for the time being.

I took it as a good sign that Pamela had made that list of her and Amelia's preferred food; and that she was in the shower the next morning as I left for work. I'd had a long night with my vibrator – fucking myself again and again as I thought of how her soft young body would feel under my hands. I imagined the taste of her sweet cunt juices flowing into my mouth as I licked her pussy and sucked her clit making her cum over and over. When I got to work, I had to use my private powder room to get myself off again so that I could concentrate on the nearly dozen cases on my desk.

Work dragged on and on and by the time I had been to grocery store it felt like it had been weeks since I'd been home. There was a part of me that kept saying I'd imagined it all – there wouldn't be a soft, sexy, woman-loving lady waiting for me at home. My apartment would be empty – like it had been for years it seemed – when I walked through the door. I actually held my breath for a moment before I unlocked the door and went inside. My stomach fluttered when I heard a little girl's voice chattering in the kitchen and Pamela's quietly sensual tone answer her. I had to smile when I realized that my imagination put the sensuous quality in her voice.

Pamela peeked her head out from the kitchen then rushed into the hallway to help me with the four grocery bags and briefcase I was trying to manage. As she took the three of the bags she leaned close and kissed me softly on the lips.

"How was your day, Megan?" She laughed lightly at the look on my face – I'm sure I couldn't have looked more stunned than I felt. "Amy and I had a great day getting settled in – you have a beautiful home here. We're so grateful you invited us to stay." 

"I'm glad you're feeling comfortable already." 

Pamela smiled at me as she took the shopping into the kitchen. "I'm not the best cook in the world – Morris always said my food was barely edible – so, I made something simple for tonight. Do you like spaghetti and Caesar salad?"

"Yes, I do." I walked into the kitchen and couldn't hide the delight on my face seeing all Pamela's preparations. "It smells good and I bet it tastes good. I don't remember having spaghetti and salad stuff in the fridge."

"You didn't, Megan, that fridge was practically empty. It makes me wonder if you eat properly." She placed her hand low on my back as she reached past me to finish setting the little table in the corner of the kitchen. Her hand moved up and down my back as she looked into my eyes. "You certainly don't need to diet, you have a great figure."

I was speechless for a moment; it seemed like I was the one who might just have to worry about being seduced. I didn't mind the idea at all. "Actually, tonight is usually a gym night; I have to work on my ass so that it doesn't become too big to fit into my chair at the office."

"Too many women these days worry about being model slim. Unfortunately, I don't have that problem. If I don't eat right, I end up looking like a rail with no tits or ass to speak of."

Her other hand moved to my waist and she stepped in close as if trying to squeeze past me in a small space. My kitchen was small but certainly not so small as to lack space for three or four people to move around. "I think a woman should look like a woman; lots of curves and a bit of softness to cuddle up to. What do you think?"

"I like curves."

She giggled and kissed me softly again. Yes, I was definitely being seduced – oh, and I was definitely enjoying it. "Sit down, Megan, and don't worry about the gym. I think we can come up with some activities later that will make up for missing some of your workout."

Pamela winked at me but spoke to Amelia. "Once mommy puts you to bed, Amy, I want you to try to get to sleep on your own."

When the little girl started to pout, Pamela offered a compromise. "If you can't get to sleep right away or if you feel really scared, I'll come in and lie down with you for a while. You know you can feel safe here, Amy. Megan was very very nice to let us come live with her for awhile; don't you think, sweetie?"

The little smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yup. Megan is really nice. You like her, right Mommy?"

"Yes, Amy, I like Megan very much." Pamela handed the girl a plate with a small portion of each spaghetti and salad. "Now eat up, sweetie."

Pamela brought a plate of salad to the table for both of us. As I picked up my fork to start eating she ran her finger over the back of my hand lightly. "You should eat up too, sweetie; you'll need your energy later this evening."

I had to smile at her; I couldn't help but enjoy her flirtatious nature. "I love a woman who knows how to flirt, and you're very good at it, Pamela."

"I'm good at a lot of things, Megan."

I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. "I certainly hope you get to prove it, Ms. Flirt. Ever since I met you, I've been so wet I'm worried about becoming dehydrated."

Pamela laughed and leaned close. "Kiss me, Megan; a real, deep kiss."

I did as she suggested and before I knew it my blouse was undone and half pulled from my skirt. She had her hands in my bra playing with my tits and making my nipples hard and throbbing. My hand was somehow up Pamela's t-shirt playing with sweet little tits. I was suddenly embarrassed and pulled away, looking at the little girl nervously. Amelia didn't seem to have noticed that her mother and I were playing with each other's tits at the dinner table; she just continued on eating as though nothing was happening.

Pamela smiled and touched my cheek. "Eat your supper, Megan."

After we'd eaten, I offered to do the dishes. At first I was annoyed that Pamela seemed so grateful that I had offered since I was the one who had worked almost 10 hours that day. But when she used the time my hands were busy in the hot soapy water to make passes at me and feel me up – well, lets just say I wasn't so irritated anymore.

Pamela was taking full advantage of the fact that I had worn a business suit with a skirt to work that day. As she'd helped clear the table and put the dishes by the sink, she 'pretended' to brush her hands over my ass but by the time I had washed only a couple glasses she wasn't pretending anymore. Pamela had taken up a position behind me and was feeling my ass with one hand and playing with my tits again with the other hand.

I wasn't even trying to do the dishes anymore; I was just standing there letting a sexy young woman feel me up. It was amazing; she was amazing. She was so good with her hands that in no time I felt close to an orgasm. Pamela used her knee to coax me to spread my legs and as soon as I did she started rubbing my pussy.

"You were hoping I'd do this weren't you, Megan? That's why you wore a garter and stocking and no panties."

I felt almost breathless as I opened my mouth to answer her. "I knew I'd have to wear the garter without panties before I left the house this morning – I took at least six breaks at work to play with myself." I gasped as I felt her fingers slide between my pussy lips and stroke over my clit softly.

"Were you thinking of me when you played with yourself, Megan?" She didn't wait for my answer before she plunged her fingers into my cunt and started finger fucking me madly.

"Yes. Oh, yes, Pamela."

"How many fingers do you want me to use to make you cum, Megan?"

Her question became redundant almost immediately – I came saying her name over and over again. Pamela kept stroking her fingers over my clit from the front as her second hand slipped under my skirt from the back. Her fingers worked my pussy perfectly; the rhythm of fingers over my clit kept time with fingers plunging in and out of my cunt. She didn't stop until she'd made me cum twice more. By then I was almost breathless and dizzy.

"Forget the dishes, lover." She turned me around and guided me backward toward the kitchen table. "Lean back on the table and catch your breath – I need to get a taste of your sweet cunt juice." She licked her fingers as she spoke. "You're so fucking wet and you taste like a creamy white wine sauce."

Pamela kissed me with the taste of my own cunt juice on her lips. I nearly devoured her mouth as I my hands pulled her tight t-shirt up over her tits; I'd been surprised and delighted earlier when I'd discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. My mouth went from the kiss to suck her soft round tits. I played with her nipples in my mouth, biting and pulling with my lips on those hard swollen knobs. Soon, Pamela was breathless and panting.

"I love your tits, Pammie. God I love your tits." I held one nipple in my mouth and pulled – stretched – it as far as it would go before it popped from between my lips. She gasped and I had a feeling she was close to an orgasm. "You like it when I suck your tits, don't you, Pammie?"

"God – Fuck, yes. Do it again, lover."

I did it again and over and over as I undid her jeans and pushed them down to expose her bare ass and mostly shaved pussy. It was my turn now to use my hands on her pussy. Pamela was easily as wet as I had been. As I played with her clit, I slipped a finger into her cunt to spread her hot thick juices all over her pussy. I was sucking madly on one of her tits drawing almost the entire soft round orb into my mouth when she came. Her cunt ran even wetter with that hot thick juice. I couldn't miss this chance for a taste of her.

I bent over and pushed her jeans down past her knees so she could spread her legs wide enough for me to get my head close to her cunt. I ate her, licking hungrily slurping as much of her cum juice as I could get. It was enough to make her cum again so that my mouth suddenly filled with more of her hot wet fluids. I was on my knees now with my fingers in my own cunt so that when Pamela had cum I came with her.

She moved away suddenly and pushed me almost roughly to the floor. She was between my legs and sucking my clit and lapping at my cunt drawing out my last climax. Pamela looked up at me with my naked pussy at her mouth.

"I wanted to eat you out first, lover. I love the way you taste- like an expensive creamy wine sauce I had at a fancy restaurant once."

"Did Jane take you there?"

"Yeah, me and Morris for our wedding anniversary. We got him so drunk that he passed out in the car on the way home."

Pamela slipped her tongue into my cunt and licked in and out and up and down over my cunt; I could hear her sucking in the juices that she got flowing with her magical tongue. "Jane pulled me into the back of the car, where she had hidden some toys. We fucked each other like wild horny rabbits until Morris started to wake up."




Making Me Beg



Pamela reached into one of my cupboards and pulled out my favourite big vibe. She giggled at the surprised look on my face as she licked and sucked the vibe to get it wet for me. She spit on my pussy, making me even wetter as she started rubbing the vibe over my clit. "I learned a lot from Jane; she was my first and only lover until you, Megan. I want you to teach me things too." 

With that, she shoved the vibe deep into my cunt and turned it on to max vibrate. She fucked me fast and hard with the dildo, licking and sucking my clit to make me cum and keep the climax rolling until I was screaming her name. Pamela stopped fucking me but held the vibe deep in my cunt moving it in a wide circle to make the edges of my cunt ache for more harsh fucking. "I want you teach me what you like, Maggie; you like it when I fuck you with this big vibrator don't you, lover?"

"Yes, Pammie. I like the way you fuck me so that it almost hurts." I gasped when she jerked the vibe in and out of me again pulling it completely free of my cunt to shove it deep so deep into me. "Oh, yes, Pammie, just like that."

She stopped suddenly. "Do you want more, lover? Tell me you want more, Maggie; beg me to keep fucking you."

I looked at her sweet smiling face and realized she was truly enjoying her chance to fuck me. It excited me to see her so turned on by just using the vibe on me. "I want more, Pammie, please fuck me some more. I want it so bad. Please, please fuck me, Pammie."

She moved so that she was almost lying beside me, so that she could just reach my tits with her mouth. I leaned up and we kissed while she started fucking me again, slowly pulling the big vibe out of my aching swollen pussy and slowly easing it back into me so deeply again. We kissed and kissed until she brought me again with the slow gentle fucking. "You're a good kisser, Maggie. Is it time for me to fuck you again? My horny little slut."

I laughed and bit her lip gently, gasping again when the vibe penetrated deeply into my cunt. Pamela fucked me over and over telling me I was her dirty girl and her horny slut and other wonderfully playful and dirty things. It seemed like she had fucked me hours but I hadn't had my chance to get my face into her pussy since that first sweet taste.

As my last orgasm died, I put my hand on her wrist and pulled her close for another intense kissing session. I have to admit that I love necking, and necking with another woman with soft sweet full lips is better than a thick slice of chocolate cake. I kissed Pamela and eased the vibrator from her hand as I slowly reversed our positions. Now, I had the tender young woman on her back with her legs spread and my head between her legs eating her out like I was starving.

I looked up at her as my tongue stroked over her clit and spoke slowly with my lips against her pussy. "Do you want me to wash the vibe before I use it on you?"

"No, Maggie, please don't leave me now."

I leaned back and smiled at her lying with her legs spread wide for me like a wanton thing. "Do you like to be fucked the way I do, Pammie? Do you want it hard and fast and deep the way you fucked me? Are you going to be my nasty little horny bitch now?"

"I can't take it like you can, Maggie; you'll have to be gentle with me, especially at first." She stroked my cheek with her hand as she spoke. "I am your nasty little horny bitch but my pussy is small and tight that's why Morris was always trying to get his cock into me."

"Sweet gentle Pammie, my Pammie." I licked her slowly and sucked her clit for several long moments. I licked the vibe and tasted myself as I made it wet. I spit on her cunt and smiled when she gasped. I used the vibe on her pussy to spread her own juices all over her so that her entire crotch was shining with wetness. I rubbed the tip of the vibe over her clit and she lifted her hips to reach for it. I kept teasing her as she moaned. I wanted to hear her beg me to fuck her without having to ask her to beg. I didn't have to wait long. Her soft young sexy voice was breathless when she spoke.

"Maggie, lover, oh – please, please – fuck me. Please, Maggie."

I eased the vibe into her cunt and felt the resistance; she was tight. I pulled the vibe out of her to use my fingers instead; the vibe was a big one and I was almost sure it would hurt her if I got carried away. I slipped my finger into her slowly, just one of my long slender fingers gliding in and out of her tight hot wet cunt. I couldn't help but lean down and lick her clit as I finger fucked her slowly and gently. It was obvious when she came; so much juice all at once it was almost as good as taking a shower. I licked my tongue over my finger as it moved in and out of her snug swollen pussy.

Pamela called out my name as she came she kept begging me to fuck her. It was hard, but I managed to control my urge to use the big vibe on her. I wanted to see her strain to take it; a part of me wanted to hear her beg me to stop because it was hurting her too much. So, I just kept finger fucking her, and as she had climaxed a second time I slipped two of my fingers inside her. Pamela had noticed; and another orgasm seemed to slam into her body after only a few strokes of two of my fingers deep into her pussy. My new young lover certainly had a sensitive sweet tasting cunt; I knew I could eat her out for hours and never get tired of the taste of her hot juices.

By the time we were spent, we were both nearly naked. I was wearing just my business skirt, garter, and stockings; Pamela was wearing just a t-shirt bunched up under her armpits so her round young tits were wantonly exposed. As we lay beside each other on my kitchen floor casually playing with each other's tits and kissing each other lazily, Amelia called from the other room. She reported to her mother that the movie she was watching was over and asked if could she come into the kitchen to get a drink.

Pamela laughed, kissed me hard, and pinched one of my nipples sharply. "The movie I put in the player for her was an hour and a half long. We've been fucking each other in here almost the whole time. I still want to get into bed with you and use that wonderful double ended dildo with you."

I leaned up on my elbows, spread my legs, and looked down at myself. "I'm going to be tender in the morning if we do much more of this. I haven't been this red and swollen in a very long time." I pulled in a deep breath as Pamela leaned between my legs and licked my spread pussy lips slowly up and down a few times.

"I can't get enough of you, Maggie, my love, and I've only known you for about twenty-four hours."

I reached for her and kissed the taste of my own juices from her lips. "I want you to stay, Pammie? Will you stay with me?"

Pamela smiled and kissed me again before she stood to dress. "I was going to ask you if I could stay. Yes, I'll stay with you, Megan. I have to go out to Amy now though, before she comes in here and sees us in our naked glory." She laughed and planted another wet kiss on my lips before she went out to see her little girl.

I got up after a few more minutes of recovery and put my blouse back on so I could walk through the living room to my bathroom to get freshened up. I noticed the time on my bedside alarm as I walked through to my bathroom; because tomorrow was Tuesday, I would have to get to bed in the next hour or so. Unfortunately, if Pamela wanted to play more, we'd have to keep it short. It was certainly going to be an interesting week of adjustment, getting used to having frequent vigorous sex again and trying to get enough sleep to be functional at work. Damned if I didn't love idea though.

Postscript: I'd love feedback on this one - do you think it's good enough for a sequel? I've started working on one - I'll submit it if there's enough interest. 



Making Me Complete



The bus was late. Or at least it was going to be late. It was supposed to arrive at 16:32 and it was 16:31 and it still wasn't in sight. If it were to arrive at 16:32, it should have come across the corner by now. But it hadn't. 

It was 16:32 and the bus still wasn't there. It was definitely late now. That made me nervous. I don't like it when things didn't happen as they were supposed to. My therapist had told me that it didn't matter. The bus would arrive sooner or later. Maybe there was a lot of traffic, or perhaps there were a lot of people getting on and off the bus. 

But that got me worried even more. Maybe my favourite seat had been taken. Maybe there would be somebody else sitting where I wanted to sit. Where would I sit in that case? To try to calm down, I closed my eyes and put my fingers on my temples. I rubbed them gently. This always helped to calm me down whenever I got stressed. 

However, I couldn't do that too long, or I might not see the bus. It was 16:33 and finally the bus came around the corner. It would be 16:34 before it arrived at the stop. I just hoped that my seat would be empty. 

Thankfully, it was. That at least was a blessing. Now the bus would arrive at 16:50 near my flat. Or more likely, at 16:52. 

I counted red cars on the way home, like I always did. I like red cars. After I graduate and get a job, I want to get a red car for myself. Preferably something sleek and sporty. Maybe that would help me to get a girlfriend. Because I wasn't very good at that. 

Four red cars so far. There was a fifth one, and a nice one at that: a 2013 model Nissan 370Z. Bit out of my budget range, though. Unless I bought it second-hand, but I don't like the idea of that. I don't want a car that belonged to someone else before. Six red cars now. And here was my stop. 

* * * 

There was a red car parked on the other side of the road. But it didn't count, because I wasn't riding on the bus anymore. Although the car had been there when the bus arrived at its stop, so perhaps I should count it anyway? On the other hand, I hadn't seen it until I alighted from the bus. 

I was still considering whether or not to count the parked car when I arrived at the front door of the flat. The door wasn't locked, which means that Iris was in. 'Hi Iris,' I called as I came in. 'I'm home.' 

'Hi Robert,' she replied. 'You left the salt on the table this morning.' 

'Oh, sorry,' I said. 'Won't happen again.' That was a lie, obviously, and both of us knew that, but it helped her relax. 

Iris didn't like it if things were out of place. In her own room, everything was always in exactly the same position -the correct position, according to her- and I rarely went there, for fear of disturbing something and getting her all upset. My own room was perhaps not so perfect. It wasn't exactly a mess, but Iris didn't like to come in, because she would inevitably start moving my things around, which would get me annoyed. 

So we compromised by avoiding each other's rooms, and by keeping the communal parts clean, with things in the right place. More or less, at least. Iris has had to learn to be more flexible when it came to the spaces that we share, but it's still a bit hard for her, especially if she is stressed. 

'I saw six red cars on the way home,' I told Iris. 'Or perhaps seven. I haven't yet decided yet.' 

'Uh huh,' she replied. Iris didn't particularly care about cars, not even red ones. I knew that, but it makes me feel better when I talk about them. Most people don't understand, and don't accept it either that I always talk about the same things. 

But Iris does. Iris understands me so much better than anybody else. She accepts my peculiarities, just like accept hers. You see, Iris is my sister - twin sister even. Although she likes to call me 'little brother' because she was born two minutes before I. Those two minutes make absolutely no difference over those nineteen years, but she's always been protective of me. And I of her, for that matter. 

You see, she's very much like I. And I don't just mean that we're twins. I have rather soft features for a male, and we have the same hair colour, and the same colour eyes. People did mistake us for fraternal twin girls when we were younger, also because we both had our hair long. Having my hair cut freaks me out completely. It hurts having my scalp touched, so our parents decided to be practical and leave my hair long. Iris had the same problem. These days, my hair is shoulder-length, kept in a ponytail, whereas Iris's hair is loose and goes right to her bottom. The hair was how you can tell us apart, aside from the most obvious difference of course: that she's female, and I'm male. 

But the similarities aren't just physical. She has the same condition that I have, that condition that went undiagnosed for too long, and which nearly cost our parents their marriage, and which, quite frankly, has fucked up our lives quite nicely. 

Always being the odd one out. Always being the one who makes an awkward comment without realising it. Always feeling that there's something wrong, without knowing what. The bullying. Never really trusting anybody. But mostly, the not knowing. That is, until a psychologist friend of our parents suggested that we might have Asperger's syndrome. Not immediately obvious, but just enough to make social interactions really difficult. 

After the initial denials -'that's just the way they are' - there had been a diagnosis and therapy, but it had been little, and late. Our parents still had trouble accepting the fact, and blamed inoculations, or the wrong kind of food, or whatever else, except the real reason: their genes. Blame everything except themselves. It's not like they could help it, don't get me wrong. And don't blame them for it either. Why should I? You can't blame somebody for who they are, even though that had happened often enough to Iris and me. 

The one positive aspect of having Asperger's syndrome is that we did really well in school, without having to try hard. But truthfully, I would have settled for having to work hard, if that would have meant that my childhood would have been easier. 

'One of the red cars was a Nissan 370Z,' I said. 'The 2013 model.' 

'Is that a nice car?' asked Iris. It was nice that she asked, even though she didn't care much about cars. But she cared about me. 

'Yes, it is,' I replied. 'I wouldn't mind having one. But it's too expensive for me. I could never afford it, unless I get a really good job and save up for several years.' 

'You should get a good job,' said Iris. 'IT people will always be in demand.' 

That was true, I probably should get a good job once I finished university. So should she, once she received her mathematics degree. 

I'm usually not very good at gauging people's moods, with the exception of my sister. Something was bugging her. I could tell by the way she talked, and that she didn't chat about elliptic curves or some other security-related subject -she was fascinated by cryptography- and quite simply by the look on her face. It was not a happy look. 

'What's wrong, sis?' I asked. 

She didn't say anything for a couple of moments. Finally, she spoke. 

'You remember that guy that I mentioned, the one I was dating?' 

I remembered him. I'd met him once, too, and decided I didn't like him very much. I'd said this to Iris, who got offended. It was actually the first time she had dated, and she became like a different person. She suddenly was concerned about her looks, something that hadn't really on her radar until then. I had envied her, because I think it's much easier for girls to get a boyfriend than the other way around. 

Or at least, it's easier to get someone to have sex with you. Although I've read that women want more from a boyfriend than just sex. Heck, I'd settle for sex right now. It looked like Iris was going to get just that before I did, and it made me both jealous and envious. Envious, because I wanted more from life. I wanted someone that I could share everything with, including sex. And jealous, because it looked like this loser was going to take Iris away from me, even though she was an adult and had her own life. 

She didn't mention his name, and she was 'was dating,' like it was in the past. Could it be...? 

'Yes, I remember him. What about him?' 

'I dumped him.' 

'Oh.' I couldn't think of anything meaningful to say, so I told her, 'I'm sorry.' Even though I wasn't. 

'Don't be,' said Iris. 'Turned out he was a total asshole.' 

For once, my social instincts -for want of a better word- had been right. I decided not to enquire about the reason, because Iris would tell me, if and when she wanted. And I didn't want to inadvertently say something that might hurt her. Hurt her even more than she already was. 

'A girl told me that he's made a wager to sleep with all the girls in our year. Figured that I would be an easy mark on the tally, because...' She didn't finish the sentence. 

Because she'd never had a boyfriend. I knew that, and she knew that I knew that, so there wasn't anything to say, really. I just looked at her, let her know that I was there for her. 

'I would have actually slept with him. It had it all planned, so I knew exactly what was going to happen and when. Because...' Again, she didn't finish, and she didn't need to. She was crying now. 

I felt very angry at the guy. My sister is the single most important person in my life, the only one who really understands me, and he had hurt her deeply. Within a fraction of a second, I thought of numerous ways that I could get back at him, hurt him twice as much as he had hurt Iris. But the reality was that he was a big guy, strong, and half a head taller than I. And what good would it do? Nothing. It wouldn't change anything. 

What I could do, though, was console my sister. I went to sit next to her and hugged her. I'm the only person that can do that. She freaks out at being touched by other people, but we've been extremely close ever since we were born, and somehow it works for us. 

'Hey now, hey now,' I said. 'It's OK. It's OK. He's hurt you, but not as much as he would have hurt you if your friend hadn't told you. He's not going to hurt you anymore. I won't let him. I'll look after my big sister.' 

She managed a little smile between the tears when I called her my big sister. She clung to me, the only person who really knew her, and slowly the hurt and sadness dissipated. They didn't entirely disappear, but at least they weren't so raw any longer. 

'Why don't we have a pizza delivered and watch a film together?' I suggested. 'Like old times, when we were kids?' 

'Sure,' she replied. 'It might take my mind off things.' 

* * * 

The pizzas arrived reasonably quickly, with enough time for me to select a film. I'd set up the local area network in our flat, which meant that you could watch any film, stored on a server, on any screen. Whether the TV in the living room, or any PC, laptop or tablet. Or even on your smartphone, if for some unfathomable reason you'd want to do that. My porn collection I keep on my own PC, though. It's not something that I would like to share, especially not with my sister. 

Selecting a film was another issue. Even though Iris loved them, a romantic comedy was probably not a good idea. Nor was an erotic thriller, for that matter, so no Basic Instinct. A cartoon? Too light-hearted. Science fiction then? Yes, science fiction would do. I chose Blade Runner. 

We were half sitting, half lying on the sofa. It's the kind where you can put an extension in front of it, so it becomes a bit like a bed. We had just finished the pizzas, and reached the part where Deckard visits Sebastian. We're both slow eaters. 

We hadn't said a word since the film started, but now Iris spoke. 

'I am so fed up with this bloody Asperger's that I have. That we have. At this rate, I'm never going to get a boyfriend. Because I really don't know if I can trust someone. I just can't tell if he's genuine. And I think I'd rather be alone than be hurt again.' 

I put my hand on her leg as a sign of support. 'I know, sis, I know all too well. Once, a couple of years ago, a girl in school pretended to like me, but she did it only to make fun of me. I know exactly what you mean. I can't trust anybody either. Except you of course.' 

Iris remained silent for a while, but she was thinking. 'What did you just say?' 

'What?' I asked. 

'What did you just say? About trust?' 

'That I can't trust anybody?' I wondered where this was going. 

'And?' she insisted. 

'Anybody except you?' I ventured. 

'You can't trust anybody except me.' She thought for a short while again. 'And I can't trust anybody except you.' 

'Yes, I suppose so.' I really had no idea where this was headed. 

Some more silence as we looked at the screen, although neither of us was really watching. She was thinking about something, turning the idea in her head a million times. 

'Maybe you should be my boyfriend then,' said Iris suddenly. 

I dropped the remote from shock. 'What? What is that?' I blurted out. Her remark had caught me completely off guard. 

She was toying with a cushion that she'd been holding. 'Well,' she said, 'given that we're both hopeless at starting any kind of relationship, we might as well invest in the one relationship that actually works. The one between you and me.' 

'But... but... when you say 'boyfriend,' I stammered, 'do you mean...' My voice trailed off. 

'Doing boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. Go to the cinema. Eat out together. Taking walks while holding hands. Having this one person with which you can share anything. Anything.' 

'We do go to the cinema and eat out occasionally,' I observed. 'Holding hands, no, but other than that, we pretty much do all of these things.' 

'Not everything, Robert. Not everything.' 

'Do you mean...?' I couldn't ask the question, because the repercussions would overload my brain. Instinctively, my hands went to my temples to rub them. 

'I mean everything. We know one another. We trust one another. It'll just be... a new phase in our relationship, so to say. You probably would like to move on from watching porn and wanking, am I right?' 

'How did you...,' I asked. 

'I guessed, and it looks like I guessed right. And I'm a bit fed up with having to use a vibrator for relief.' 

'You have a vibrator?' It was not something that I would have thought my sister would use. But then again, I didn't think of my sister in that way. Not until 30 seconds ago, that is, and now that I did, the thought was disturbing, to say the least. 

'Several actually, but that's not something I'm going to discuss with you. Not yet anyway. But I'm ready for a bit of slap and tickle.' 

'But we can't! We're siblings!' I objected. 

'Says who we can't?' asked Iris. 

'There are laws against it!' I told her. 

'No there aren't. Not in this country,' she said. 

'But we can't get married!' I said. 

'Married? Who said anything about marriage? I don't want to marry you. Marrying makes you family. You're already family.' 

Her arguments were totally logical. Still, it wasn't right. A boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, where there ought to be a brother/sister relationship, was against the rules. Some rules anyway, although I couldn't quite remember which rules. Or wait... procreation! That was it! 

'We can't have...' I couldn't get myself to say the word, because I didn't want to think about it. 'We can't be boyfriend and girlfriend, because if had a baby it would probably be deformed or something.' 

'A baby?' she asked. 'I don't want a baby. Ever. I don't want to pass on my mess of a gene pool and have a child go through the same shit that I went through. Do you?' 

I admitted that no, having a baby was not something that I ought to do. 

'So what's stopping us then?' asked Iris. 

'What will people say? Our parents for example.' 

'So we don't tell them. We don't see that much of them anyway.' 

'But it's against morality,' I said. 

'Morality? Morality is other people deciding what's good for you,' she replied. 'Society imposing its beliefs on individuals. How has society treated you so far?' 

Like shit it had, but that didn't mean I could just shrug it off. Desperately, I was trying to find a reason why I shouldn't be Iris's boyfriend, but there really wasn't much I could say to contradict her. Women, over the centuries, have used many methods to seduce men. Using logic had to be a novel approach, though. 

'No objections then?' she asked. 

Plenty of objections, but I knew she would easily brush them off. So I remained silent. 

'That's settled then,' she said. 'Switch off that TV.' 

I switched off the TV. 

'Good,' she said. 'Now let's make a list of things we'll be doing as boyfriend and girlfriend.' She got out her phone. 

'Right,' she continued. 'I think we can start with taking a walk holding hands. We could do that tomorrow.' She looked at me. 

'OK,' I said. 

'Let's go to the park. We can walk there, hand in hand, and sit on a bench, looking at the ducks. You like looking at the ducks, right?' 

That was true, I like looking at the ducks. 'Yes,' I said, 'I like ducks.' 

'Hmm,' she added. 'We could actually make a picnic out of it. That would be nice.' 

She didn't really expect my opinion on it, so I made a grunt that she took for approval. 

'Then, the day after tomorrow. We'll go to the cinema. We have to decide on what film.' 

'There's a science fiction that...,' I started to say. 

'We can't go and watch a science fiction film on a date. It's not very romantic, is it? I was thinking of a romantic comedy,' she interrupted me. 

Ah yes, romantic comedy. I might have guessed she would have chosen that. 

'And on Saturday, we will have a romantic dinner. Afterwards, we'll go home and have sex.' 

'We... we have sex on Saturday?' I asked. She didn't seem to notice the panic in my voice. 

'Well I'm not going to have sex with you on the first or second date. I'm not that kind of girl,' said Iris. 

'That's not what I meant,' I said. 'It's just that... having sex...' My voice trailed off. 

'We talked about this and it makes perfect sense,' said Iris. 

Yes, we did talk about it, but Iris always won any argument, so I remained silent again. She took this as my consent. 

'So that's all planned then. Tomorrow holding hands, Friday the cinema and Saturday the dinner.' 

And the sex. 

* * * 

The next day, I was very nervous at university and didn't get much done. To make matters worse, the bus was five minutes late and my favourite place had been taken. 

It got better, though, when I saw Iris. On the one hand I was dreading what would happen, but on the other hand I'm simply always happy to see her. She is such an integral and important part of my life. 

'Hi Robert,' she said cheerily. 'Are you ready for our picnic? I've prepared everything. Here, you carry the basket.' 

'OK,' I said. 

'Let's go then,' she said. And off we went. 

As soon as we were out of the door of our flat, she took my hand. It felt strange, almost tingling. 

Iris felt me stiffen up, and explained, 'We're on a date. So we have to hold hands. That's how it's supposed to be done.' 

All good and well, but I hadn't quite got used to the idea of dating my sister. But now we were on our way to the park. 

'I took some old bread,' said Iris, 'so that we can feed the ducks.' Ah, good, because I was so nervous that I had forgotten about everything else. 

The walk to the park was pretty uneventful. I actually started to enjoy a bit holding Iris's hand. It made me feel special, and wanted, and no longer alone. Once we got to the duck pond, we sat down on a bench. I was a bit surprised when Iris snuggled right up to me. But I suppose that's the sort of thing you do on a date. 




Making Me Complete



Meanwhile, some ducks had waddled to where we were sitting, and were quacking expectantly. Iris took out the bread, gave half of it to me, so we could break it in small pieces and feed those to the ducks. 

When no more bread was forthcoming, there was some more quacking, but the ducks finally seemed content, and returned to the water. 

An old lady with a walker stopped at our bench. I smiled at her, because I knew that old ladies like it when you smile at them. 

'How sweet,' said the old lady, 'young love. It reminds me of when I started dating my late husband.' 

'It's our first date,' said Iris happily. 

'Oh, so you just got together?' asked the old lady. 

'No, we've been together all our lives,' I said. 'We're siblings.' The old lady gave us a look that I couldn't quite understand. 'Twins,' I added. 

Without a further word, the old lady moved on. 

'She walks remarkably quickly with that thing,' said Iris. 

'Yeah, she does indeed,' I said. I wondered if I had said something wrong. 

* * * 

It was time for the picnic now. We chose a place on the grass, underneath an old tree. Iris took out a chequered cloth, making sure to lay it absolutely straight. She had made four sandwiches, two small salads, and also brought two apples, two plates, and cutlery, all of which she proceeded to place exactly symmetrical on the cloth. Finally, she produced two wine glasses and a chilled bottle of Chablis. 

It had to be said, I was impressed. 'Very nice, sis,' I told her. She smiled at the compliment. 

Iris took one of the sandwiches, while I reached for the salad. I spotted the frown on her face, though, and decided instead to go for a sandwich as well. Symmetry restored, Iris gave me the sweetest of smiles. 

Apart from a couple of running dogs, and an invasion of ants -for which Iris had thoughtfully brought insecticide- the picnic proceeded without incident. It had to be said, I was actually enjoying myself, even more so when we got to the wine. I felt a pang of disappointment when everything had been eaten and drunk, and we should be on our way home. 

* * * 

'So did you like our first date?' asked Iris when we got there. I had to admit that, on the whole, I had. 

'Good,' said Iris. So tomorrow we go to the cinema. We need to select a film. Which meant: we need to select a romantic comedy. 

I never really understood romantic comedy. The story was always the same: a man and a woman meet by accident, they fall in love, then something happens that drives them apart, but in the end they end up together again. 

Now there's nothing wrong with predictability. I like predictability, after all. But I never get the jokes in romantic comedies, so in the end I'm looking at attractive people being happy. No space battles, no special effects, and no attractive young women scantily clad in leather, brandishing huge weapons. 

We -well, Iris really- selected a film and we reserved two tickets online. We spent the rest of the evening watching a film together, and I made the unfortunate mistake of letting Iris choose a film. Still no leather-clad space heroines. Oh well.  

* * * 

The next day went by pretty uneventful. After dinner, we went to the bus stop to catch a bus into town. Iris insisted on holding my hand. 

When the bus arrived, I went to sit on my favourite seat. 

'Where do you think you're going?' asked Iris. 

'Em... what?' I asked. 

'We're on a date. Come sit next to me,' she instructed me. 

Ah, yes. The date. Somewhat reluctantly, I went to sit on an unfamiliar seat, but at least it was next to my sister. Who again sat really close to me and took my hand in hers. It tingled again, my hand and my leg, but in a nice way. 

Once arrived at the cinema, we went to the box office. I asked for one ticket for the romantic comedy. 

'Two,' said Iris. 

'But...,' I started. I wanted to point out that we always split the bills, but she didn't let me finish. 

'We're on a date, so you have to buy the tickets. It's traditional,' she said. 

The lady in the box office looked at me. 'If you want this date to work, you'd better pay for her ticket, son,' she said. 

I sighed and paid for both tickets. We went inside and I took off towards the hall, when Iris asked, 'Aren't you going to buy me a drink and some popcorn?' 

'But that's not fair,' I protested. 'You and I get the same amount of money each month. Why should I have to pay for everything?' 

'Because that's how it's supposed to be done. It always happens like that in the film. The boy takes the girl out, pays for everything, and after the third date he gets to have sex with her.' 

I pointed out that this whole dating thing was very much her idea, and that I still wasn't at all convinced about the sex part. Iris conceded that I had a point, and paid for our drinks and popcorn. 

'But what about tomorrow?' I asked. 'Do you expect me to pay for everything? That's a lot of money for dinner.' 

'Maybe we could set up a dating fund,' said Iris. 'We both put in an equal amount of money, and this money we use for dating.' 

I thought of protesting again, that I still wasn't convinced about this whole dating thing, but I didn't want to disappoint her -or ruin our date- so with some reluctance I agreed. 

'Great!' said Iris. 'Now let's go watch that film.' 

Iris insisted on holding my hand throughout the film. This made drinking and eating the popcorn somewhat difficult, but we managed. And I had started to enjoy being so close to her. 

The film itself was as expected. The attractive main characters met by accident, they fell in love, then something happened that drove them apart, but in the end they came together again. I could tell that Iris was enjoying it. She had a big smile on her face. 

Just before the credits, there was a sex scene. Iris's grip tightened. Surely, she was thinking the same thing as I. Would we be doing this tomorrow, after our meal? Would it be anything like in this film? 

We spoke little on the way back. We held hands, as was practically natural now, and each reminisced on what we'd just seen. Were we anything like that? Probably not: a brother/sister couple was hardly the norm. But the characters cared a lot for one another, and that was very much how Iris and I were. 

Once home, Iris asked me, 'Did you enjoy our date?' 

Before I could answer, she said, 'I enjoyed it a lot. I like being with you. It makes me feel... safe. And wanted. I like it that there's you with me, that you want to be with me.' 

Neither Iris nor I are particularly good at expressing our feelings, but she described exactly how I was feeling. In a world that was so often incomprehensible or even downright scary, there was always Iris as a stable factor. I knew that I could rely on her, and what to expect from there. There were never any surprises. 

Well, except perhaps that she wanted to date me. That had been rather surprising. 

'Yes,' I told her, 'I too liked the date. It's nice to be with you.' 

She smiled at that, and pecked me on the cheek. 'Good night, little brother,' she said. 'See you tomorrow for the big day.' 

* * * 

There was still some time before I went to bed -falling asleep has always been difficult for me- but I didn't want to spend it like I would normally spend a Friday night: that is, watching porn. It somehow didn't feel right, and I wasn't in the mood anyway. 

I didn't feel like watching TV either, so I decided to undress and lie on the bed, and think. Staring at the dimly-lit ceiling, I thought about what happened, and what was going to happen. 

Iris was the most important person in my life, no doubt about that. And I was the most important person in her life. The relationship with our parents, who never fully admitted to our condition, and definitely never committed to therapy, was strained. 

They never understood us, and we never understood them. It was like we were two different species. So as soon as we'd finished secondary education, it had been a good excuse to leave the house together, and move to the city. 

That had been a frightening experience, leaving the old, familiar house. But while the house was familiar, there were too many painful memories, and the difficult relations with our parents. But even though all this change had been more difficult for us than it would have been for a neurotypical person -or 'normal' person, if you prefer the less politically correct expression- it had been necessary to start with a clean slate. 

And now, I was dating her. Ever since my hormones started to wreak havoc in my body, I'd wanted to date a girl. But I never managed to talk to one and not say the wrong things. It had been extremely frustrating, to the point that I was reluctant to approach one. 

Dating Iris seemed to be going OK, though. But that was because she was Iris. She wasn't one for nuances in speech, and getting offended if I said something wrong. Because she was the only one who knew me. 

And I understood the biological underpinnings of the aversion that society held against what we were doing. But society is not always a nice place if you're a bit different, so as far as I was concerned, society go very well go stuff it. 

Sex. It's something I fantasised about so often, and now it was supposed to happen tomorrow. I wondered how it would be, and what sort of things we would be doing. 

Slowly, my thoughts were getting a bit unfocussed, and I closed my eyes. 

* * * 

The next morning, we were having breakfast together. 

'We need to book a restaurant,' said Iris. 'Did you have anything in mind?' 

I've always loved Italy and its cuisine. 'How about Trattoria Vecchia Firenze?' I suggested. 

'That sounds fine. Could you book a table?' she asked. And as I took out my phone, she added: 'A romantic one,' and she winked at me. 

After cleaning up, we went to get some groceries for the weekend. Almost automatically, I held out my hand for Iris as we walked towards the supermarket. I wasn't just getting used to the sensation, I was thoroughly enjoying it, feeling her hand in mine. 

We bought what we needed, and went back to the flat. It was still early, and we weren't going for our dinner until nine o'clock. We decided to spend the rest of the afternoon on the sofa, watching old films. We snuggled up to each other, and held hands. Holding hands made me happy. 

* * * 

It was getting time to change. I would have been happy going out in shorts and a T-shirt, but Iris pointed out that this would not be very romantic. So I settled for a pair of smart jeans and a short sleeved shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the mirror image looked OK for a romantic dinner, I thought. I'm not really the shirt and tie type of guy. Ties are awful; they make me feel as if I'm suffocating. It's one reason why I loathe formal events with a passion. Another reason is that people suddenly start behaving differently, as if the occasion makes them some sort of different person. I've never quite understood this. 

Iris took quite a while longer than I to change, but when she came out of her room, I was flabbergasted: I hardly recognised her. Instead of her usual jeans and casual top, she was wearing a light blue dress, that reached only marginally lower than her hair. It showed quite a bit of skin, and proved that my sister didn't really look so much alike to me these days. She looked definitely very feminine, and a lot more curvy than I'd thought. Although truth be told, I never really considered my sister's curves until then. And instead of trainers, she was wearing low-heeled sandals. 

And was she actually wearing make-up? Indeed she was. I couldn't remember her ever wearing make-up, but now she had applied a bit of eye shadow to accentuate the colour of her irises, plus mascara, eyeliner and a soft pink lipstick. It was all done subtly, but the effect was spectacular. Only then I realised that my sister is actually rather pretty. No, scrap that: she's beautiful. 

'Do I look OK?' she asked, apparently insecure. I just stared. 

'Robert? Say something. Close your mouth first, though.' 

'Ah? Um. Oh. Sorry,' I said. 'You look more than just OK, sis. You look absolutely stunning.' 

'Really? You think so?' Her face broke into a smile. Smiles I could recognise, definitely on Iris. I was glad that my comment had made her so happy. 

'Well, let's be on our way then,' she said. She didn't move, though. Then I remembered that I was supposed to play the part of the gentleman, and open the door for her. To me it still felt a bit like play-acting, but it made Iris feel special. 

The restaurant was only a ten minute walk from where we lived. We walked there hand in hand, taking time to enjoy each other's company. It was a beautiful summer evening, a bit cooler than during the day, but by no means chilly. 

Just before nine, we arrived at the restaurant. True to his word, the restaurateur had given us a table in a secluded, dimly-lit area of the restaurant, and had even put two candles on the table. We were given the menus, and left alone. 

'What are you having?' I asked. 

Iris glanced at the menu. 'I think I'll have the beef carpaccio as a starter, and the steak as a main course. You choose the wine.' 

'I'll have the pasta with artichoke, and then the lemon chicken,' I said. 

'Lemon chicken? This is not a Chinese restaurant,' said Iris. 

I gave her a look, but said nothing. 

Presently, the restaurateur returned to take our order. 

'Per piacere,' I said, 'una bottiglia di acqua frizante; Lambrusco rosato; per me, tortiglione ai carciofi e pollo al limone; e carpaccio di manzo e bistecca alle fiorentina per mia...' 

I stopped and looked at Iris. The word 'sorella' had been on my lips, but... 

I spoke to the restaurateur again: 'Per mia ragazza.' 

Iris showed me the most beautiful smile when she heard me say that. 

'Grazie,' said the restaurateur, who collected the menus and left. 

'Allora Roberto,' smiled Iris, 'sono la tua ragazza?' 

'Si,' I replied, 'sei la mia ragazza. Ti amo, e sei tutto ciò che voglio.' Expressing emotions isn't always easy for me, but it's a bit easier in that incredibly beautiful and elegant language. 

We were silent after that, holding hands across the table, and looking each other in the eye. There was a feeling that I had. I'd had it before, but this time, I felt that it was mutual. I was falling in love with Iris. 

Then, she asked me, 'So how many red cars did you see today?' 

'I... I don't know,' I said. Which was true. Spending all day with Iris and thinking about it had made me all but forget about red cars. Why was that? I suppose that counting red cars is a coping mechanism, a way for me to make sense of a chaotic world. But today, the current line-up from Maranello could have driven down the street and I wouldn't have noticed. 

But today, there had been little room for anything other than spending it with Iris. And thinking about what would be coming this evening. And I had started to feel better about it: instead of absolute dread, it was more of a mild panic now. 

'I guess I was too busy thinking about you,' I added. 'Thinking about us.' She smiled again at that. 

A waiter came with a bread basket and the water. I took one of the side plates, put it in the middle, poured some olive oil in it, and added some salt and pepper. Both Iris and I took a piece of bread, and proceeded to break of pieces of the bread and dip them in the oil. Sometimes, the simplest things are the best. 

We didn't say much until the food arrived, just exchanging glances and smiles. Before long, the dishes started arriving, and we dug in. 

The meal was excellent, and so was the wine. Having polished off most of it, we were a little bit tipsy when we started on the way home. 

I held out my hand to her, but she actually grabbed my entire arm and put her head on my shoulder. Eventually, we settled on half-hugging each other while we walked home. It took us twice as long, but it did feel very special. 

* * * 

So, this was it. We had arrived home, and it was time to bring this to a conclusion. 

'So,' I said, not knowing what else to say. 

'So,' repeated Iris. 

Several seconds went by. Embarrassment was making a triumphant return, until Iris spoke again. 

'Well,' she said, counting on her fingers. 'We've done the walk, we've done the cinema, we've had the romantic dinner, so that leaves one item on our little list.' 

'So... erm,' I said, 'where shall... um... how do we.. um... oh bugger.' 

'That,' said Iris, 'most definitely not, at least not for the foreseeable future. Are you trying to ask where we're going to do it?' 

It was a good question. Her room was definitely a no-no; suppose I'd accidentally touch something. It would ruin her mood, and the whole experience. My room was equally unsuited, because Iris -perhaps not entirely unreasonably so- thought of it as somewhat chaotic. 

'How about the sofa?' I suggested. 

Iris thought about it for a second. 'OK,' she said. 

So we went to lie on the sofa, like we did when we were watching TV. But today, the TV was switched off. 

'Come here,' said Iris. She was lying on her side, facing me. My sister was taking charge, like so often she did. Obligingly, I tuned on my side, too. 

We lay there for a couple of moments, looking at one another. The silence added to the embarrassment, and I could see that Iris too was getting embarrassed now. 

'So...,' I asked, 'what do we do now?' 

'Haven't got the foggiest idea, really,' she replied. 'I hadn't thought about that yet.' 

We lay there, looking at one another, at a loss of what to do. We were both familiar with the procedure -I had watched enough porn for that, and there had been sex education in school- but doing it yourself is a different matter. I can watch somebody play the violin, but that doesn't mean that I know how to do it myself. 

'Maybe we could look it up? Google it or something?' I suggested. 

Iris looked relieved. 'OK, let's look it up.' 

* * * 

I fetched my tablet and searched for 'first time sex'. Iris was lying close and half on me, so she could read the small screen as well. I had always felt completely at ease with her touching me, but now it felt a bit... strange. 

It was actually remarkably difficult to find a decent document that explained how to go about it. Between the clutter of the pages that assumed that one of the parties was experienced, and the porn that had wriggled its way into the search results, the pages were few and far between. Good thing we didn't search for 'first time sex between siblings'. 

But finally, we found a step-by-step document that told us what to do and what to expect. Good, we both like bullet lists. It makes things easier to understand. 

'It says that we should get comfortable,' I said. 

'I'm pretty comfortable,' said Iris. 

'Lower the lights?' Check. 

'Put on some relaxing music?' We looked at one another. We had overlapping tastes in music, but that was largely Eurodance, house and techno. 

'Let's skip that part,' suggested Iris. 

'It says that we should kiss,' I said. This was the moment where things were going to get really awkward. I gave Iris a quick kiss on the cheek. 

She looked at me. 'I think you're supposed to kiss on the mouth.' 

On the mouth? I started panicking, but then managed to steel myself. I gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. Well, that wasn't so bad. 

I could see that Iris was getting impatient, though. 'Look,' she said, 'I think we're supposed to be snogging.' 

Ah, right. Snogging. I'd seen it done before, but again, I had no idea where to start, or what to do, or... anything, really. 

But here is where her large experience with watching romantic comedies -72.4 GB on the server- came in. She gently took my head in her hands, closed her eyes, parted her lips, and gently put them on mine. I froze, not knowing what to do. 




Making Me Complete



She stopped kissing me, but kept her face close to mine. 'I think you need to open your mouth a little bit,' she said. 'And close your eyes.' 

'Why do I need to close my eyes?' I asked. I like seeing things. It makes it easier to understand them. 

Iris looked pensive. 'I don't really know,' she said, 'but it's how it's supposed to be done. I think it's more romantic.' 

Fine. I closed my eyes. And suddenly, the sensations were different. There was no interfering image to distract me. The room was silent, except for our breathing. I could feel the heat radiate off her body, and touching my own. Her scent, so sweet and familiar, was up close. As if in a dream, I opened my mouth slightly. And now, there were her soft hands on my face again, and her lips brushing mine. 

I had to admit, it did feel nice. That is, until she licked my lips. 

Quickly, I pulled away. 'Whoa, what did you just do?' 

'I stuck my tongue in your mouth. That's what you're supposed to do.' 

'Ow, gross!' OK, that was the wrong way to put it. 'Sorry sis, I didn't mean that, it was just so unexpected. Maybe we should look up how to kiss first?' 

'If we're going to have to look up every single thing,' she said, 'we'll be here until tomorrow morning and not have done anything.' I could tell she was annoyed. 'Just relax and try not to freak out, OK?' 

'I'll give it my best shot,' I promised. 

Back in position. Close eyes. Part lips. Try to relax. 

Very gently, she took my hand and placed it on her cheek. She placed her own hands on my face, and we kissed again. It was nice, but the tongue business still had me worried. 

She gave a little flick with her tongue. It wasn't so bad actually, and it made me smile. She felt the shape of my face change under her fingers, and took this as an encouragement. She ran her tongue around my lips in a rough circle. 

Admittedly, I liked it. I got a little adventurous and licked her lips in return. I could tell that she liked it as well, and soon enough we were licking each other's lips, teeth, and tongues. She surprised me once more by sucking on my tongue, but I didn't freak out this time. 

We must have kissed for several minutes, before we parted. 'Wow,' she said, 'that was really nice. Did you like it?' I had to agree that it was rather pleasant indeed. 

'So what do we do now?' she asked. 

'The list says that we should touch one another. And continue kissing.' 

'Touch where?' she asked. 

'Well, anywhere I suppose. Whatever makes the other person feel good, it says here. Like the face, or the neck, or the... oh.' 

'The what?' 

'Your, um, breasts,' I said. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. 

'That should be OK. That it?' 

'It also mentions the, um, the um...' 

'Our private parts?' she guessed. 

'Um, yeah, those.' My face must be the colour of a tomato by now. 

'OK,' she said, 'let's do it.' 

We started kissing again. I felt apprehensive touching Iris's breasts, but again she took the initiative, took my hand and put it on her breast. I left it there, not knowing what to do. 

'Knead it, you dummy,' she said in a brief kissing interlude. 'Ow! Gently! Knead, not squash!' 

'Sorry,' I muttered. 

Carefully this time, I started squeezing her breast again. 'Mmm,' she said, 'that feels nice.' 

For me, it was pleasant as well, it had to be said. It felt unlike anything of my own body. Soft, yet with a certain solidity to it. A bit like hair gel in a plastic bag, but not so sticky. 

Her hand was touching my chest, my side and my tummy, and it gave me a tingling sensation. Still pleasant, though. We continued this for some more time, and I actually got a bit excited now. From what I could tell, so was Iris. 

Then, she took my hand again, and placed it between her legs. Oh dear. When I was again at a loss, she told me to rub up and down. I did, and she immediately responded. Her breathing got heavier, and her kissing more intense. I thought I could feel that she was getting wet down there, although it was difficult to tell, since we were still dressed. 

That's when she put her own hand on my crotch. I had been so occupied with the kissing and the kneading and the rubbing, that I hadn't realised until then that I had developed an erection. 

'Ooh, little brother,' she said. 'Looks like you're getting a bit excited as well.' Yep, that definitely appeared to be the case. 

Her face was inches away from mine, and for once, I didn't recognise her expression. It seemed almost eager, but not quite. 'What's next on the list?' she wanted to know. 

I consulted the tablet. 'It says that we should... we should take off our clothes.' Oh dear. 

'All of them?' 

In my heart I knew that we'd eventually have to take all of our clothes off, but the concept still frightened me. 'It doesn't really say so... although it does say that it's more fun if you take each other's clothes off.' 

'Oh, that does sound like fun,' she said. And she started pulling on my T-shirt. 

'Hey, wait a minute!' I yelled. 

'What?' 

'I, eh... oh, what the hell.' I sat up, and let her pull my T-shirt over my head. She neatly folded it up and placed it, very precisely, on the arm of the sofa. She couldn't help being herself. 

'Your turn,' she said. 

The dress was going to be a bit tricky. I had to pull it from underneath her while she was kneeling on the sofa. She raised her arms, so that I could pull it over her head. I was going to toss it aside, then thought better of it and handed it to her. She again folded it neatly, and put it next to my own T-shirt. 

I looked at her chest. She was wearing a blue bra with some lace on it. Her breasts looked nice. Not overly large, not small either, but they were perfectly shaped. She wore blue knickers to match her bra. The knickers had lace as well, but were opaque in certain strategic places. 

'Next,' she said. Ah, that would be my jeans. This was a bit more complex. Standing on the sofa was probably not a good idea, so I supported myself on my heels and shoulders, allowing her to pull them down. I felt very exposed now, the tight boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide my erection. And it was very obvious that my sister was looking at it. After she folded my shorts and placed them on top of my T-shirt, that is. 

Now came the moment that I was dreading, and Iris looked nervous as well. We would have to take off our underwear, and expose ourselves. Iris decided to make it a little bit easier for me. 

'Would you like to take off my bra?' she asked. 

'OK,' I said, somewhat relieved. 

She turned her back towards me, so that I could undo the clasp. This was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. And women did this behind their backs? Amazing. 

But finally, I managed to undo the damn thing. Iris turned around again, so that I could pull the bra off her arms. 

Out came her breasts. I stared at them in fascination. I had seen plenty of breasts on my computer, but this was an entirely different kettle of fish. They looked so... natural. So right. They looked perfect to me. 

Iris smiled, relieved that her breasts passed the muster. But now it was time for her to pull down my boxers. We repeated the procedure that we used with my jeans. 

When she touched my hips, it was like there was electricity flowing between us. Now I lay how nature intended me to be, although arguably nature hadn't intended for my sister to be part of the equation. 

I was afraid that Iris would laugh at me. Don't ask me why, she never has and she never will either. But I felt insecure. I suppose it's only natural. 

But I needn't had worried. The smile on her face told me that the first visual inspection had passed with flying colours. 

She was still folding all our clothes neatly and put them in a pile. But now it was time to add the last garment: her knickers. 

I touched her hips. Again, there was the electricity and I had to make an effort not to pull my hands away. Very gently, I took the elastic of her knickers, and pulled them down. 

Finally, I got to see her vulva. Well, strictly speaking, I had seen it before. But we had been children then, taking a bath together. That had stopped when we were about six years old. But this was the vulva of a grown woman. 

It looked beautiful. There was the same tint of hair, in a neat triangle. At the bottom, the outer lips, with just a hint of the inner lips. She quickly grabbed the knickers from me and folded them, giving her an excuse to kneel and hide her vulva from me. I guess that she was equally apprehensive as I had been. 

'It looks beautiful,' I told her. 

'Really?' Her face broke into a smile. 'You aren't half bad either, you know,' she added. 

Iris was lying down now, her long hair radiating like a halo. Still self-conscious, she somewhat ineffectively covered her vulva with one hand, and her breasts with the other. She looked remarkably much like Botticelli's Birth of Venus. 

'Venus,' I said. 

'What?' asked Iris. 

'You remind me of Botticelli. Birth of Venus, the one in the Uffizi in Florence.' 

'Well,' she said, 'I'm your Venus, I'm your fire, at your desire.' 

'Shocking,' I smiled back. 

It was time to consult the list again. It told us to basically keep doing what we were doing before, so kissing and touching. 

So that's what we did. Her breasts felt very different from when she was still wearing clothes. And the nipples were fascinating. She liked it when I pinched them. Gently, of course. 

The list had also suggested that I could lick her nipples, or suck on them. I wasn't quite sure about that, though. 'Just pretend that you're a baby,' said Iris. And so I did. She really enjoyed it, and told me what to do to make her feel good. 

After a while, she grabbed my hand again and guided it towards her vulva. 'Rub me,' she managed to say in between deep breaths. I started rubbing over her outer lips. 

'No, not there. Take one finger and put it here... no, a bit to the top... exactly there! Now rub it.' 

Ah. So that's where here clitoris was located. I started rubbing it, which proved a bit difficult because I was still licking and sucking her nipple. Multitasking has never been a strong point of mine. 

'Just concentrate on the rubbing,' moaned Iris. 'There... that's it.' 

So I rubbed her clitoris for several minutes, and it was pretty obvious that she was getting more and more aroused. She was bucking her hips to meet the movement of my fingers, and her breathing got ever deeper. I wonder if I was bringing her to an orgasm. 

Suddenly, she took a sharp intake of breath, and let out a large 'ooh!' I'd done it. I had brought her to an orgasm. I was actually quite proud of myself. 

I continued rubbing her clitoris, but she moved her legs together and pushed away my hand. 

'No more,' she said. 'Too sensitive. Give me a bit of time to recover.' 

Once she had recovered from that orgasm, we consulted the tablet again. Next on the list was... Oh dear. 

'Oral sex?' I asked. 'It means that you... ah... that you use your mouth on... Look, I don't think I'm ready for this, not yet anyway.' 

Iris considered the ramifications of taking my penis into her mouth. 'No, neither am I,' she said. 

Which left the final action point. Penetration. I looked at her. 

'OK,' she said, 'I'm ready. I want you to fuck me.' 

'Hey, wait a minute,' I said. 'I don't want to get you pregnant.' 

'Don't worry about that. I'm on the pill.' As she saw the confused look on my face, she explained, 'It's because otherwise my menstruation is painful. OK? Just go ahead.' 

I glanced at the tablet. 'It says here that we'd best use a towel,' I said. 

'Well get the bloody towel before I change my mind!' 

I rushed off to the bathroom to get a towel. 

* * * 

With the towel underneath her bum, it was time. 'What position shall we use?' I asked. 

'Let's do missionary,' she replied. 'We can always try more adventurous positions later.' 

This, at least, I knew how to do. I'd seen it often enough, after all. I parted her legs, moved up to her, and placed my penis in the general area of her vulva. This was it. I pushed forward. 

'Ouch, stop poking me!' yelled Iris. 

'Sorry, sorry. I'm not sure I'm in the right place. Could you... guide me?' 

She took my penis in her hand -more electricity- and guided me to her opening. 'Around here, more or less,' she said. I pushed forward again, and this time I slid inside. 

Any lingering doubts I might have harboured disappeared instantaneously. Being inside her felt phenomenal. It felt so... so right. And tight. Much tighter than I could ever manage on my own. 

The feeling was magnificent, like nothing I'd ever felt before. My penis felt surrounded on all sides by heat and moisture. There was absolutely no comparison with using my hand. It felt... it felt as if my penis had finally gone home. To the place where it really belonged. 

I looked down at my twin. 'How is it for you? Does it hurt?' I asked. 

In response, she wrapped her arms around my back, and her legs behind my behind, and pulled me in deeper. That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started thrusting into her. 

It was absolutely amazing. Having my penis enveloped by this soft, silky, warm, moist vagina, made it feel better and better. And it wasn't just that; it was also feeling the intimacy, the feeling of belonging, the feeling of being connected on so many levels. 

All things considered, I didn't even orgasm that quickly. The almost maddening feeling in my penis, her pulling me into her, and the knowledge that I was actually making love rather than just having sex, should have sent me over the edge in seconds. But it lasted quite a bit longer than that, before I felt that familiar feeling, of going over the edge, and emptying myself. 

Normally, I kept my orgasms quiet, but now there was no reason. 'Oh my goodness,' I panted. 'Ooooh...' 

Iris looked pleased as she felt my penis pulsating inside her, knowing that she had made me ejaculate inside her. 'Oh yes, little brother, come inside your sister,' she said, almost signed. 

I had to roll off her, lest I collapsed and crushed her beneath me. As I lay there, panting, she took my hand in hers. 

'That, little brother,' she said, 'was fabulous.' 

I was indeed. And I knew that social conventions could go and sod themselves. I had found true happiness, for the very first time in my life. 

'Tu,' I said, 'sei il grande amore della mia vita. Ti voglio sempre avere al mio fianco.' 

'Il mio cuore è solo tuo,' she replied. 'Solo tu mi capisci, e con te voglio passare la mia vita.' 

There had always been the feeling that something was missing. Now, that feeling had gone. 

We made each other complete.



Making Me Her Little Bitch



What was that? My mind was racing but I was not sure what was going on. Why couldn't I see anything? Why couldn't I move my arms? As I wondered what was going on, it all began to rush back to my memory very quickly. My lover had done this to me, and I hate her for it, I hate being in this position, on my hands and knees tied down to a bed, eyes blindfolded awaiting her return. But now, just as her plan went, I had no choice. How long had I been unconscious for?

The last thing I could remember was her telling me what she was going to do to me. I remember drinking this juice she made for me, which must have been how she got me unconscious, but as it was taking it's affect she described in detail what was going to happen to me, and I was scared and intrigued.

As I thought about it more and more, my cock began to get hard. I did not want it to happen or did I? Did I like the idea of what she said she was going to force me to do? I did not have time to think about it as I heard someone opening the door...

"How are you feeling my little slut?" "You look so hot in our bed dressed up like that, oh but you don't even know how you look! Do you remember what I said you would be wearing?"

As she said this, I did remember, but I was not sure if I wanted to. She said I was going to be wearing a small black skirt, with no underwear...that's all. I now felt the skirt around my waste and could feel my dick hitting the front of it. Was she really going to go through with her plan? 

"Your ass looks so good up like that. I can't wait to play with it. Would you like that my little slut? Would you like to have your dirty asshole played with? While you were unconscious I gave you an enema so it is somewhat cleaned out on the inside, but not too much. Being dirty is part of the fun isn't it?" 

With that comment I felt her moving closer to me, her hand on my foot, moving slowly up my calf, up to my thigh...closer to my crotch...she touched the underside of my balls...slid her finger up higher...but wait...not there....to my ass...ahhhhAHHH

She shoved one of her unlubed fingers into my ass. 

"Does my little slut like having his ass invaded by my unlubed finger? Does it hurt? I bet it does. But I also bet that's why you like it!" Damn her. She knew me too well...it did hurt but I liked it.

I wish I did not know what was coming next. She walked around me, keeping her fingers up my ass, twisting them as she went around. When she got to the front of me, I hot slapped in my face by something I had never thought she would use. 

The strap-on felt like it was big, it's weight hit my cheek with a decent amount of force. My eyes were still covered, but she had been talking about getting one of these to fuck me with, but I had never thought she would be true to her words. She brushed her fake cock against my lips, and slapped my face twice with it, once each way.

"Open up and suck my cock bitch!" I froze, did she actually want me to such that fake cock?

"Open the fuck up or I will shove it into your ass dry like it is right now! Come on lube it up." 

Slowly I began to open my mouth, but she didn't wait for me to get prepared for her cock, and she shoved it in my mouth as far back as it could go until I began to gag. 

"Oh that's it baby, lube up my cock so I can fuck your tight ass with it. I can't wait to see it pressing against your asshole and then watch as I fuck you with it."

She pulled the dick out of my mouth. Wait. I was not ready. I did not speak out of fear for what she might do if I did. I felt her move back towards my ass. She grabbed my hard cock and started rubbing it. It felt odd, something was different. Suddenly she stopped and walked back around to the front of me. 

"Suck my dick again, slut," she told me demandingly.

I opened my mouth and as soon as the dildo touched my tongue I knew something was different. 

"That's right bitch, can you taste your own cock on my dick? I rubbed your pre-cum all over it. Does it taste good? Do you like sucking a real cock? Look at you go, you must like it! Is that what you want? Do you want to suck a real cock? Would you like me to find a nice guy and bring his dick in front of your face and have you suck it? Oh he could face fuck you until he came. Is that what you would like? Do you want to taste a real cock and have it cum right into your mouth, and down your throat? I bet you would love that my little slut. Well not today, maybe sometime soon. I can't give you everything you want."

Damn her. I did not want that. But something deep down in me was getting more turned on by this. She was making me taste my own dick off of the dildo she was going to fuck me with, and claiming she was going to force me to suck a real dick. Was something wrong with me? At that thought, she pulled away from my mouth, and started going towards my back and ass...

"Now I am going to fuck you, right up your tight little ass," she said enthusiastically.

She began to rub her fingers over my asshole, I anticipated one or more of them to enter my ass, but they never came.

"Oh I think this is going to hurt you, but oh well, you want it that way," she simply stated.

I could feel one of her hands on my right ass cheek, spreading it, and I felt the dildo press up against my ass. Immediately I arched my back away from the dick. No. I was not ready for this. I could feel my dick deflating quickly. 

"Push your fucking ass back against my big dick. Do it now or I will shove my entire fist dry right up your ass." Realizing she was serious, I reluctantly began to move my ass back against her dick. I felt it pressing right against my hole. Her right hand now went on my lower back, making sure I was pressing back to her, and she held me firmly. 

"Ready my bitch? I am going to shove it in in.......3........." 

No I was not ready for this, I was not opened enough.

"........2............."

Please no, oh god this is going to hurt.

"....1." OWWW. She did not wait until she was finished saying her final number, as she shoved the head of that dick up my ass as she said the number. It fucking hurt like hell.

"Owww, please mistress, pull it out, it hurts too much!" I pleaded with her.

"Ohh, my little bitch, do you want it out? Here let me help you." With that she began to pull the head out of my ass, it got maybe a quarter of an inch, before she suddenly stopped, and I felt my asshole being ripped opened as she hammered the cock all the way into my ass. As soon as she was buried into the hilt, she grabbed my hips with each of her hands, and started forcefully fucking my ass. It fucking killed.

"Oh yes, that's right my slut, take my fucking cock all the way up your ass. You love it. Can you feel my big dick all the way up your ass?"

It felt so fucking good. I didn't want to admit it to her, to give her all of the power, but the way it gave me a burning sensation and I could feel my ass giving in to the fucking it was receiving was intense. My dick got hard again very fast. I felt her dick slamming against my prostate. I was getting so close so fast. I couldn't take much more.

"Mistress, I am going to cum," I warned her.

"Good boy, you like getting fucked hard up your ass? Don't you? Say it! Say you like my big dick fucking your ass!"

"I love your big dick up my ass." "Louder my pet. LOUDER!"

"I FUCKING LOVE YOUR BIG FUCKING MY ASS! ...oh god I am going to cum."

I burst. It was one of the most intense cums of my life. I half expected the cum to hit my all over my chest, but I didn't feel any of that. I felt her pull that dick out of my ass. She ripped off the covering that was over my eyes. I looked down and saw the dick that was strapped to her torso. It was black, about 6 inches long, and maybe one and a half inches thick. Then I looked at her hand, and saw my cum in a glass that she caught out of my dick. She began walking around the room to my face. 

"Open up little bitch." She gabbed neck, forcing it upwards and forced my lower jaw open. I saw her bring the cup close to my lips.

"Eat your own cum., slut." She began to pour it into my mouth. It tasted a little odd, and I swallowed as fast as I could out of fear of gagging on it. I was right, it was one of the largest loads of my life. Gulp after gulp my throat took down my own cum. She was such a freak, and I loved her for it. After I swallowed it I felt so dirty, but I did not expect her next move either as she put down the glass, grabbed my hair hard, and brought the dick she had just fucked my ass with close to my mouth. I could smell my ass on that cock. 

She shoved the cock into my mouth by a few inches. "That's right, wash down your cum with some of your ass off of my dick. Aren't you a filthy little whore? I bet you like it." 

I sucked that cock, I could taste my own ass and I liked it. She was right. She did know me too well. I tried to deep throat the dick, and on my third try was successful. My dick began to get hard again, and my mistress took notice.

"Oh does someone want to get fucked again? Maybe I will find a guy's dick for you to suck, I wouldn't want to let that lack of a gag reflex go to waste...but for now, I think I will get my bigger dildo..."



Making Me His



I was a straight man when I first met my boyfriend. At least that's what I say, he says that it was obvious to him and others that I wasn't, that I was so obviously a closet case.

It's our only disagreement, and that only because he allows me to disagree with him. In all other things I must agree.

So yes, there you are, I am a gay man totally submissive to my boyfriend, especially, oh especially sexually.

So how did all this start, if, as I say, I was straight.

Well I guess the usual way, drink. Tim and I met on a night out of mutual friends and we all had way too much to drink. I was a long way form home, but near Tim's at 3am or so, so he said I could crash at his.

And then you know, we're drunk, talking about sex, he puts on some porn and it's kinky stuff, with women fucking their boyfriends with strap-ons. And I got the horn, particularly as one really sexy olive skinned, brown–eyed girl got her man to suck her fake phallus, giving him lots of dirty chat as he does it.

And Tim said: "You like that huh, that gets you horny?" I was a bit embarrassed and mumbled something about, "well, you know, I've never tried that, but it looks like fun.."

Tim knew I didn't have a girlfriend, but he scooted up close and said: "well why don't you try the real thing?" and unzipped his trousers. I could see a very big soft coil of cock in his pants. 

"No, I don't want to, I'm not gay."

"I know, just pretend I'm the girl in the video. Listen, just try it. I won't tell anyone."

Well, I was surprised, but I thought what the hell.. Never tried it, never wanted to, but I'm not getting any, haven't for a while, and experiences is what it's all about. Actually I might not have thought that, but whatever, I found myself, putting the head of Tim's cock in my mouth.

And, you know what? It was fine. Didn't smell, didn't taste of anything, just felt very smooth and surprisingly big. Slowly tentatively I started to move my head up and down and suck gently on the head.

Tim moaned: "Oh that's nice. Give it a little lick."

Well that was okay; I didn't want to kiss it though. That would suggest, I don't know, some sort of desire in me for this.

I was just experimenting. So I licked it, I sucked it, and to give my aching mouth a break I winked it a little while. After just a few minutes Tim's breathing changed got ragged and he started to thrust his pelvis at me, I changed the rhythm of my head and knew he was about to cum. 

Well I wasn't having him cum in my mouth so just before he did I took his sock out of my mouth and winked it quickly so he came on my chest.

Wow, that was a feeling. I'd been with girls before and they'd come with me, but to make someone shoot sperm like that. It felt...sexy. Powerful. Quite arousing.

Time, once he had recovered, was sleepy, but offered to wank me off. 

" No it's okay, thanks. I'm okay. I was just experimenting there, you don't need to do anything for me."

Sucking a guy off was okay, nothing much really, a bit uncomfortable in the mouth, but nothing special. Getting him to make me cum seemed too gay for me.

With that Tim went off and got me sheets and a duvet; he went off to his bed and I camped down on the sofa.

I slept badly. Because, actually I was aroused. But I dismissed it and eventually dozed off.

But I woke very early still horny. I'd like to suck Tim's cock again, maybe let him cum in my mouth..

So I went to his bedroom and lift the sheet and slowly started to nuzzle at his cock. He stirred and came round as I took it into my mouth.

I said: "Sorry, I just wanted to try it again."

"Mmm, you liked it didn't you."

I made a face to suggest I could take it or leave it..I was just finishing off an experiment.

Tim reached out a hand and stroked my chest and brushed one of my nipples, which are so sensitive and go direct to my cock. I moaned lightly.

That seemed to wake him up: "Oh you like that do you, getting turned on?" and he gently run a thumbnail over my left nipple.

God that was good. I tried to keep his cock in my mouth as my eyes rolled back and I moaned.

Tim got me to lie on his bed, still sucking his cock and he fondled my nipples and body and started to gently stroke my hardening cock.

"Oh, you like that don't you, you little cocksucker." God that word felt like a jolt it felt so arousing. And my reaction made it clear I liked it.

Tim carried on: "Oh yes, you're a good cocksucker, you were born to be a cocksucker."

God I was excited, I increased my rhythm trying to concentrate as arousal form Tim's words and his attentions to my nipples and cocks brought me to the edge of orgasm.

Tim said: "Stop sucking." I did.

He winked me harder and faster and said: "Tell me what you are cocksucker." 

Totally in the throes of arousal I said: "I'm a cocksuck ahhhh" as I got to the last syllable I cried out as a huge orgasm washed through me and my cum spurted feet from my cock.

God it was good, one of the best cums I'd had in months.

Tim smiled. "Yes you are, now take a second.. and get back to it, cocksucker."

When I had recovered my breath I went back to his cock. I was a bit reluctant, because I'd cum, and my arousal was spent, and this felt a bit embarrassing, but fair is fair.

And Tim lay back and as he called me cocksucker I got into it and pretty soon he was holding me head as he thrust into my mouth and came into it. 

I took it, as he said I should, but discreetly spat out his sperm into a tissue. We looked at each other.

I was pleased to have pleased him. But embarrassed as well.

"Listen," I said, "I don't make a habit of this, I'm not sure what this is. But.."

"It's okay, it's a one-off. We won't mention it again. And of course I won't tell anyone."

So we said our goodbyes, with a manly handshake. And I kind of tried to forget about it all.

Except about a week later my phone rang. It was Tim|: Hi Al, listen I wondered if you fancied coming round and hanging out.." Yes, that would be great" I said immediately "when?"

"Oh I don't know, anytime really."

"Well I'm free tonight", I said, I'll be finished in about half an hour, I can be at yours in an hour, hour and a quarter?"

"Oh okay, yeah, that's be great." Said Tim.

Later he said that was hen he knew I wanted to suck his cock again.

So when I went round we said hi, and Tim said "Do you want a beer?" He took one form the fridge and went to sit down on the sofa, and unzipped his fly adding: "or would you rather this?" as he pulled his large cock out of his pants.

And I don't know what was happening to me. I hadn't expected this, I hadn't been thinking about sucking his cock, but now it was there. I couldn't resist.

I walked over to him on the sofa, and knelt down. Looking into his eyes I smiled as I took the head of that beautiful penis into my mouth. "Oh yes, take it cocksucker, " Tim said, reaching out for my nipple.

As I sucked Tim was noticeably cruder in his language: "Oh you like cock don't you, you little slut? You little bitch."

And I was loving it, my cock was really hard in my pants and I was gobbling on his cock with an urgency I'd never felt, an urgency and desire that increased with every verbal assault: "Suck my cock you little whore, you little faggot bitch."

I didn't care, I wasn't gay but it was so exciting to be called these names and as Tim came close to cumming I sucked harder and I knew I was going to swallow his cum. I loved being a cocksucking slut.

Afterwards we went to a bar nearby. We drank and chatted and got on really well. Tim was funny and charming and I loved talking to him.

I noticed after a while that most of the couples in the bar were same-sex. Mainly men but some female couples as well.

"Is this a gay bar?" I asked.

"Well, kinda, yeah " said Tim, "it's not exclusively gay, they let folks like you in, but you have to be comfortable with gays and no hassle.

"Mind, after this evening, maybe you'll fit right in."

"No, I don't think so" I said: "I like it with you but I'm just messing about really."

"Hmm" said Tim, looking at me.

Towards the end of the evening it got darker in the bar and couples were starting to dance together, and some were kissing and fondling in corners and booths. My discomfort was obvious but Tim moved close to me, too close really but I couldn't push him away.

He whispered in my ear: "Why don't you come back with me, and I'll let you suck my cock again."

I don't know why, but I didn't need asking again: "Oh yes please" I gasped, suddenly overtaken by desire.

We went back to Tim's where he kissed me, the first time he'd ever done that. I was spellbound by desire as I kissed him back as he started to undress me.

As we were both naked, I fell to my knees and was just about to start sucking his cock when Tim grabbed my hair painfully: "Stop there bitch" he said.

"Do you want my cock?"

"Oh god yes, more than anything."

"Beg for it" "Please Tim, let me suck your cock, I love sucking your cock. I want to be your cocksucker."

"Well you can't. Not right now. Sit down."

Bemused, and very frustrated I sat down, while Tim stood above me. He had something to say, while I could barely take my eyes of his cock.

He explained he was dominant; he liked me sucking his cock but could only really be sexually fulfilled by being in control. He said he knew I was submissive and reeled out some of his favourite words for me. MY gasps of desire, he said proved I wanted to be dominated.

He gave me an ultimatum. If I wanted his cock he would be my sexual master. He could call me when he wanted and I would come to serve him, and I must do anything he asks. He said he wouldn't hurt me badly, pain was not his thing, and he had no wish to destroy my family or work, so it would be a secret thing, but whenever he wanted, I must give myself to him.

I was so aroused, so wanting him I agreed. Even then he made me think about it, but yes, I was willing if it meant I could suck his cock again. 

But he said: "No. Come back here in two days time, at 7.30pm if you want it. If you're here then, then I'll know you want to be my bitch, and I will own you." And he made me dress and sent me home, but he knew and I knew I'd be back there in two days time. 



Making Me His Ch. 02



Reader, it's been years since I wrote the first chapter. I'm sorry. I'll try to do better.

*****

In fact I was at Tim's flat 10 minutes early. I was sitting on a bench in the internal garden of his large private housing estate, near the door to his block of flats.

At 7.25, five minutes before the time of our appointment I felt a shadow near me and looked up to see him.

He was smiling, - in a slightly smug, superior way.

He said: "I knew it. I knew you'd be here. I calculated two days would be enough for you not to want to come, to tell yourself that you weren't going to be my bitch. But that by the second day you'd be aching for my cock."

He said this in a normal conversational tone, and volume. I didn't know whether the middle-aged married couple talking a stroll about 10 metres away could hear him. He didn't seem to care. They didn't seem alarmed or surprised, so probably they hadn't over heard.

Or maybe they were used to Tim and his conquests.

I followed him to his flat. in the lift up he brushed the front of my trousers and felt my burgeoning erection. He smiled. As soon as we got inside the door, and it was shut he grabbed me.

He held my upper arms in his very strong hands: "Bitch. You know what I want. And we know what you want. You want my cock. You can't live without it. You want my cock so much, you're willing to be my submissive bitch to be allowed near it."

"Answer me," he added.

"Yes."

"Yes what? Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock."

"More."

"I want your cock. I want to worship your beautiful cock. I want to bring it pleasure. I love your cock."

"Oh I do love you straight boys who suddenly realise..."

Tim started to drag me towards the main room of the spacious apartment.

I hadn't planned what I was going to do. And suddenly its felt like a massive risk - if this went wrong, I could be blowing my chance with Tim. He'd made it plain he wanted to dominate me. And suddenly I was going to defy him.

I stopped: "No, not like this."

Tim turned and glared at me. I moved in close to him.

"I do want to submit to you, and I will. I promise. I will make you so happy. But tonight, just for tonight, please, let's do it my way..."

Tim's glare hadn't softened. he started to speak and I could see he was angry. 

I cut him off by kissing him passionately on the mouth.

Tim had kissed me on our second night together, and I'd liked it and responded. But I'd never before sought to kiss a man, not like this. Not with hunger and passion and desire. And frankly, I'd never wanted anything so much. After a short while his resistance faded and our tongues were soon intertwining in a dance of lust.

"Like this," I said, and I started to undo his shirt. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and it fell on the floor behind him.

As I undid the buttons on his shirt his beautiful body came into view and I couldn't help kissing his chest and neck with little nibbling kisses. 

I was breathing in gasps and his head was back and his eyes were closed. I kissed his nipples, drawing a little gasp from him and ran my hands over his flat, slightly furry stomach.

"After tonight," I said "I'm yours. Do what you want to me. but tonight, I want to be lovers. Make love to me."

I led him towards the bedroom and standing by the side of the bed we both quickly undressed. We both left our underpants on. His cock was tenting his tight trunks. My pants had a patch of precum on the front. My bulge was much smaller than his.

I sat him on the edge of the bed and knelt between his knees. I nuzzled the bulge in his pants with my cheek. then looked him in the eye and said: 'Can you cum twice tonight?"

A little of the old imperiousness returned to his face and he looked at me and said "Yes".

I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyebrows in what I hoped was a coquettish and seductive style.

"Oh goody," I said, "no time to lose." 

I started kissing the length of his rigid cock through the tight cotton of his trunks, after a few passes up or down, when I got to the head I took it into my mouth, still through the cotton, between my lips.

"Oh Christ," Tim grunted and seemed frantically eager to get his hips up to push his pants down his legs. The foreskin was already peeled back from that magnificent glans and it was glistening with precum. I looked up at him and licked a drop from the slit.

"Oh fuck, don't fucking... just suck it."

As he thrust his cock towards my moth I reached up with both hands and scratched my thumbnails across his nipples and took his cock into my warm and wet mouth. He didn't last long - three of four thrusts into my tight pussy of a mouth and he tensed at the end of one thrust and gave a suppressed guttural roar from the back of his throat as his orgasm coursed through him and his sperm shot into my mouth.

When he'd finished, I knelt back, in triumph, and opened my mouth to show him his sperm inside me. I was just about to close and swallow when Tim said: "Don't. Come here." 

I rose to him and he kissed me, just as hungrily as I'd kissed him earlier. His semen coated our tongues and mouths and lips.

My man and I were kissing like lovers savouring the taste of his sperm which I had coaxed out of him with my mouth.

Reader, it was without doubt, the most erotic thing I'd ever done in my life to that point.

As we recovered, we lay together and I traced a pattern on his chest with a fingernail.

Tim looked at me and said: What do you want?"

I replied, holding his gaze: "I want you."

"Well, that's fine. You come when I call and you can have my cock anytime you want, especially if you suck like that. But we need to do it like I want..."

"No." I cut him off "I want your cock. Course I do. But I want you. All of you. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine."

"Al, honey, I'm a gay man."

"Yes dear," I looked through my lashes at him. "I'm somewhat aware of that. I've just swallowed your sperm. I want you to be my gay man."

"But what I mean is, I'm out. I have gay friends, I go to gay bars and clubs and arts events. I'm well known around here. If you're with me, people will think you're gay."

"Well, if you're out, then I will have to be out as well. Now let's stop all this nonsense. Can you get that hard again and make love to me?"

Tim stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Make love to me. Fuck me I suppose you'd say, but tonight.. just tonight, make love to me. Think you can manage it?"

"You mean fuck you.. in your arse?"

"Honey, yes. We're gay men... there's no vagina here so we'll have to make do with my arse, won't we?"

That seemed to galvanise him. He started taking charge. And it was delicious, but only in the way a man makes love to his, well, woman, I suppose. There was no dominance, just we were settling into our roles.

Tim rolled over and opened a bedside draw and got out a tube of lube and a condom.

He dabbed a lubed finger on my anus as I lay back with my knees up. As his finger slowly invaded my anus I got a delicious shiver running through my body. God this was gorgeous. He was gorgeous.

We kept eye contact as he fingered me and as I relaxed his concerned look, checking I was okay, faded, to be replaced by desire.

Soon he had two fingers in me. Then three. "What a little slut," he whispered. 

"Mmm," I said, "I am. Your slut. But be nice. And be gentle. I'm a virgin."

Oh that did it. He was hard and ready.

I settled on the pillow under my bottom and he reached for the condom. I grabbed his hand: "No. No need. "

"Are you sure?"

"Do you have HIV?" 

He shook his head. 

"Do you promise you don't have HIV?" I said, "If you do..." 

He said: "I promise."

I said: "Well I know I don't. I want to feel your cock in me when you make me yours. When you make me your girl."

I don't know where that last sentence came from. But by God, now, he was all over me.

He spread my thighs and pushed my knees up to my chest and suddenly there was his cockhead probing as my wet and wide anus.

He pressed and yes, he was in. 

It didn't hurt. I just felt full. Good full. A bit like I needed to evacuate my bowels, but it was fine.

My man had taken my virginity.

"I'm yours now," I said to him as he slowly fucked me. "I'm yours."

"Not yet," he said. "But when I cum inside you."

"Oh God, yes."

There wasn't much talking but we looked at each other with love desire and animal lust as Tim thrust his cock in and out of my anus. God, I felt violated, and loved. It was the most intense emotional feeling I've ever had.

As his pace picked up, Tim flattened against me. He put both hands on my nipples and teased them. His stomach rubbed against my cock until I came helplessly, spurting cum on his belly and mine. That seemed to drive him on and in a second or two he was cumming inside me.

"Ahh, you fucking.. oh, I'm.. urggh, you bitch," he grunted as he came. The dominant in him couldn't be kept down at the moment of crisis.

We lay covered in sweat and cum for a second. Tim got up and came back with a damp flannel which he wiped down my stomach and his. The cum has been mashed into a foam by our rubbing bodies and was drying quickly.

We drifted off to sleep.

An hour or two later I woke slowly. My man was asleep beside me. I looked around. Is this what I wanted? Is he what I wanted? The way he wanted it? Me being submissive to him at all times.

I looked at him.

Yes it was. But I thought harder. Did I want to be submissive to him, or did I just want him and thought I was wiling to be submissive to have him? Did I really want a vanilla lover?

Was I now, both gay and sub? Having been straight and vanilla just a few days ago?

God, I think I was.

I started kissing Tim's neck and shoulders above the sheet. When he rolled I started on his chest and I knew he was coming awake.

I was kissing his firm belly just above his navel when he was properly awake.

"Can you manage a third?" I asked as I moved down to his flaccid cock.

"Oh, I don't know," he said

I scooted round so I could continue kissing his belly, underneath his navel now, and nuzzling his cock., while my ass was pointed at him,

"Feel my arsehole," I said. "Feel, it's wet. It's wet for you. It would be a shame to waste it."

I felt his fingers probe my anus. They slipped in easily.

I arched my back. God, I loved being fingered.

"I have just one more demand on you" I said.

"What is it? There was an edge in his voice.

"I want you to fuck me like you want to fuck me. You made love to me beautifully and took my virginity. I'm so grateful for that. Now fuck me like I'm your whore."

I could have electrocuted him.

Tim shot up and was on his knees and his cock was erect.

"Hands and knees bitch. Head down and arse up. Present that cunt to me."

I gasped when he said that word.

"Oh you like that don't you bitch? Like it that I call it your cunt? Me too."

I felt Tim's cock at my hole. And suddenly it was in.

But there was no slow fucking like last time. Tim set up a long rhythm, thrusting the whole length of him inside me. I felt I was being banged in the guts a bit. 

"Ow, that hurts," I said

"Good. now fucking shut up or I'll gag you."

It hurt but, reader, I loved it. I felt... I felt owned. And used. And while it hurt I also felt important.

Tim was using me for his needs. And it was my job to satisfy them.

"Are you mine, bitch."

"You know I am Tim."

"That's sir, or master or maybe master Tim to you, you faggot."

Oh. My. God

I didn't cum. I couldn't. The banging in my intestines was too much. But my head went all fuzzy and for a while I didn't know where I was.

And then Tim was cumming in me. Again. 

As his cock softened and he withdrew. He said: "Stay there." he got up and walked to the end of the bed where my head was. 

"Clean my cock and balls. There's no washcloth for you now. Any cum goes inside you. either that pussy or your mouth. Understand?"

I murmured I did as I licked and sucked his cock and balls and upper thighs clean.

"I want you to properly understand. Stay there." 

He went and got a saucer and put it in my hand. 

"Put it under your cunt and squeezed my cum onto the plate." 

I shuffled off the bed and squatted on the floor over the plate. I held my cheeks apart and pressed and a thin trickle of cum drooled out of me. There wasn't much and it was more liquid and clear than white sticky stuff. But, well, he was a man in his 30s and he'd cum three times in eight hours.

"Look at me while you lick it up. Then thank me."

I did so.

"Any cum, any, mine, yours, or anyone else's goes into you, understand? Either your cunt or your mouth. If it falls on the carpet or bed, you lick it up. Understand?"

"Yes.. yes, sir."

"Good boy."

Five minutes later I was kneeling before Tim, Sir as I was going to have to think of him.

"So. You want to be my submissive?"

"Yes, sir. I do. More than anything."

"But also you want to be my lover. My partner. My boyfriend if you like."

"Ugh, yes sir." I knew this was asking a lot.

"You'll come with me on dates, meet my friends and colleagues? Be introduced as my partner? Or boyfriend? Or slut, depending on the context?"

"Yes sir"

You'll come to family events as my partner. My gay partner."

"Yes, sir."

"You'll introduce me to your family as your partner? Your gay partner. I'll come to weddings and christenings, and spend Christmas at your parents' house?"

"Y..y..yes sir."

"You'll introduce me to your mother as your master? And tell her that you love my cock and eat my sperm every time I cum?"

"..." there was a long pause as I struggled to find my voice. "As you wish, Master."

"Good answer, slut. I don't think that will be necessary, but things will be done as I wish. Now get out of my sight. And await instructions."

I did so. My life had changed forever.



Making Memories Of Us



This story is dedicated to the love of my life:

I met him about 3 months ago on the Internet, and we started talking on the phone. After a couple of weeks we had came to the conclusion that we were starting to fall for one another. We were approximately 3000 miles away from each other, never met each other face to face, but found ourselves talking daily, and our feelings growing. It was wonderful to talk to him, and I actually looked forward to our late night conversations. We talked about anything and everything from our basic lives to our wants, our desires, and our fantasies. We got to know each other very well. He introduced me to something I had never done before, but found highly exciting and erotic. We used to "play" together every night before bed. And yes by "play" I do mean phone sex. I didn't know what I was missing, unless it was because of the connection we shared. Whatever it was, it was intense, and wonderful.

After a couple of months we decided to meet. He flew in on a Thursday night and was to stay until Sunday morning. I can still remember the day vividly, as if it were yesterday. I was a nervous wreck all day, actually counting down the hours. I would text him every hour letting him know how many more hours, as if he didn't know. He called me from the airport before he was to board the plane, and that was the last time we spoke until I seen him face to face. 

I got ready and left for the airport about an hour and a half before his flight was due in. I was shaking like a leaf the whole way there. Once I reached the airport I realized I didn't know any of his flight information, so I had no idea where to wait for him. I found 2 gates where his plane departed from, so I was just kind of waiting for him to land so he could tell me which gate. His plane ended up being about 20 minutes late, which had me even more nervous thinking he wasn't coming or something. But then I got the text. He had landed...and was not far from me! My stomach had butterflies and I felt all giddy just like a schoolgirl again. It was then that he told me he didn't check in a bag, so he wouldn't be going to baggage claim. So, I went and waited by the escalator for him. I kept pacing, and fidgeting, patiently waiting to see him coming down. 

I looked down at my cell phone to see what time it was, and when I looked back up, I seen him! I seen the leather coat, and the beanie, and I knew it was him. My heart fluttered, and my hands started shaking. He came walking towards me and all I remember thinking was "Oh my god, he is even cuter in person!!" I thought he was adorable. And then he smiled...that smile that just melts my heart. He gave me a hug, and a kiss. All I have to say is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!! His arms around me, his lips against mine, this is what I had longed for, and I finally got it. After our long embrace, we walked hand in hand to my car. We kept looking at each other smiling, and talking about his flight, and stuff. Then we stopped for a nice long, passionate kiss. We had talked prior to meeting, and he told me he wouldn't give me a big kiss in the airport, so I was pleasingly shocked. He was a wonderful kisser. His tongue searched mine, and when they met sparks flew! It was wonderful. I felt like a teenager, experiencing her first kiss. We eventually made it out to the car, and I was teasing him because it was snowing and he wasn't use to cold weather and the snow. 

We got in the car and I got the heat going for him, while we made some of our own heat. While steaming up the windows, we kissed, and, did a little fondling, and kissed some more. *Sigh* He really knew how to use his tongue! We laughed and joked a little, and finally after a half an hour decided we should get going. It only took about 45 minutes to get back to my town, but I had to stop and get gas first. Because it was "snowing" out, he said, "I'm not getting out, sorry baby!!" Hehehe I didn't mind. After I was done pumping the gas, we walked hand in hand to pay. I loved having his hand in mine, showing everyone he was mine. Then we came home. We basically went straight up to my room so he could put his bag down, and get his coat and shoes off. We sat down on the bed, and talked for a little bit, and then we slid up on the bed and kinda laid there talking. I think both of us decided we had talked long enough and starting kissing. A nice long, slow, passionate embrace, our tongues searching the others mouth and tongue. Again all I could do was *Sigh*. He was an amazing kisser, my best, by far! I got up and took my sweater off, leaving my tank top and bra on, and got back on the bed on top of him. It didn't take long before he had my tank top over my head, and with one hand, had my bra off too. I guess I should have known then he was good with his hands. *Wink* 

He fondled and kissed my breasts. Suckled my nipples, and already had me breathing heavy and moaning softly. I took his shirt off, and we just kinda laid there with our bare flesh touching. I felt electricity jolt through my body when we touched. I could feel him trembling, and asked him if he was ok, and he said yes, just a little nervous. After a little while I slid his jeans off, and he slid mine off. Both of us were nervous, I know this, but we wanted this so bad we just went with what felt right. We took the rest of our clothes off, and slid into bed, under the covers. We kissed, and fondled some more, and I decided to get up and put the stereo on, and when I got back into bed, I decided I was going to show him an experience, he had been missing out on. I kissed his mouth, and kissed my way down, until I reached his cock. 

It was my first time seeing one uncircumcised, and I was in awe. It was beautiful. I then proceeded to slide it into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it, up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the head, which I was finding out was extremely sensitive from his cute little giggles. I loved sucking his cock, taking it all the way down, and back up again. I used my tongue ring to pay special attention to the head, rubbing it all around the tip and even into his hole, which drove him wild. Finally I felt him shoot his hot load into my mouth. He tasted so good. I crawled back up and gave him a big kiss, sharing his warm cum with him. We shared a long passionate kiss, our tongues once again exploring each other's mouths. 

I then got up and straddled him, I have been waiting to feel him inside of me, and I couldn't wait anymore. I slid him inside of me and just sat there, feeling his cock inside of me for the first time. It felt wonderful. The heat surging through our bodies, we were as one, staring into each others eyes, our hands locked, I slowly began to move up and down, feeling his cock slide in and out, our hips moving together in a rhythm that would take us both to heights of unknown ecstasy. We both climaxed together in the most intense orgasm we had ever experienced, but only the first of many that we would experience together that weekend.

That night we fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing we needed the sleep and to build up our energy for the next 2 days. We woke up Friday morning and of course instead of the traditional "Good Morning", I climbed on for a morning ride. Nothing better than waking up to a nice hard cock inside your pussy!! I rode him fast and hard this time, and he thrust his cock hard into my pussy, making me squirt all over his balls and legs. We climaxed again together, and they we just lay there in each other's arms, catching our breath. After kissing him, I grabbed his hand and said "Lets go shower". We took a nice long, hot shower, kissing and caressing each other. He washed my body, and my hair, and fondled my pussy while washing it, even slipped the bar of soap inside of me. Once he rinsed me clean he teased my nipples with his mouth and tongue, making my body tremble. I then washed his hair and body, and stroked his cock. We continued to kiss and fondle until we ran out of hot water. We then got out of the shower and went back into my bedroom, for some more fun. 

Once back in the room, I pushed him back on the bed, and proceeded to give him head again. Sliding my tongue around the shaft of his cock, teasing the head with my tongue ring, then licking and nibbling up and down, then taking him all the way down to the base and back up, until I felt his warm cum squirt in my mouth. Then sharing a passionate kiss, I shared my mouthful with him. He then laid me on my back and proceeded to kiss me, moving his way down my body until he reached my pussy. He then parted my legs and gave my lips a gentle kiss. Sliding his tongue up and down my slit, he sent shivers down my spine. He parted my lips and I felt his tongue flick over my clit, and then trailing it down I felt him slip his tongue inside me. My whole body quivered. I have never felt such pleasure. He continued to tongue fuck me while rubbing my clit, my body trembling under his mouth. I arched my back and began to moan his name; he grabbed my legs and pushed them together into his head. Grabbing the sides of my bed, I felt the orgasm building up, and then it hit me. I exploded in a very intense orgasm. He came up and kissed me, his tongue teasing mine with my taste on it. He held me and kissed me, and we just lay there together, taking in the moment we just shared. I got on him and kissed him, stroking his cock, preparing to straddle him and slide him inside me. Moving up and down, finding my pace, we moved together in unison, our moans filling the air, we both moaned each other's name and then came together. For the rest of the day we just laid around, relaxed, and got something to eat, we had a long night ahead of us.

That night we laid in bed together and watched one of our favorite movies together, Dumb and Dumber. We laid side by side, hand in hand, and laughed and joked through the whole movie. We had so much fun. After the movie was over we started kissing, and making out. Of course one thing led to another and I slid down and started sucking his cock, and he had me slide around this time so he could play with my pussy. After I made him cum, he switched positions and had me get on my hands and knees while he started fingering me once more, and that is when I felt him slip a finger inside my ass. At first I was a lil apprehensive, but then he started fingering my ass, my pussy, and my clit, and I started moaning louder, and breathing harder, and that is when I moaned, "Oh my God I don't know what you're doing but OH MY GOD!!!" It felt amazing! He was stimulating everything at once and I could feel the most intense orgasm building up inside me. All of a sudden my body started trembling, and I gripped onto the bed and came harder then I ever have in my life. My whole body was numb and tingling. I lay there exhausted, as he started kissed me, and we made love. I fell asleep in his arms again that night. 

Saturday morning I woke up before him, so I just laid there and watched him sleep and listened to his breathing. I kissed him lightly and he opened his eyes and smiled. He was so damn cute. We hugged and kissed and of course I hopped on for my "Good Morning". We got a shower when we were done, and went downstairs. We sat together on the couch, and watched TV for a while. We went upstairs for a little bit of fun, and he ended up fingering me on my bedroom floor, and made me squirt all over his hand, and my floor. We ended up going downstairs cuz he remembered he had to get online and print out his returning ticket home, which was when I remembered I was out of ink so we went and got ink for my printer, and I took him to meet people at my work. 

Then we came home and I started making dinner, and he kinda moved me out of the way and took over. I just stood there and watched as he made me dinner that night. It was delicious too. Once I cleaned up he led me back up to my bedroom. Knowing this was our last night together; we wanted it to be special. We put one of our favorite cd's in, and lit some candles. We ended up spending the next hour or so playing a little biting game. We took turns biting and sucking on each other. He bit my neck, my shoulder, my side, my left breast, in between my breasts, and right at the top of my pussy, which had me screaming! Then I bit his neck, on his chest right beside his nipple, his thigh, and his shoulder. We proceeded to make slow, passionate love, and then we laid there, cuddled, and kissed for a while. We ended up turning the clock around because we just kept looking at it wondering how much time we had left together. I decided to suck his cock, so I slid down, ran my tongue up and down the sides, sucking his balls into my mouth, and then licking back up to the head. I slid the ball of my tongue ring in the hole, and I heard him moan, and his breathing getting shallower. Then I took his cock into my mouth and went to the base and back up again. I played with the head, took his full length into my mouth, and sucked him hard and fast until he came in my mouth. 

I went up and kissed him, as he then slowly went down and spread my legs, sliding his tongue up and down my slit, stopping to tease my clit, then sliding his tongue back down I felt him push his tongue deep inside me. He fucked me with his tongue, my hands gripping the sheets, my head back, breathing faster, and his name escaping my lips...I came so hard in his mouth. He then came up and kissed me, tasting myself on his lips made me even hotter. My pussy ached to feel his cock inside me, so I pushed him back and straddled him. Grabbing his hard cock and slipping inside me, I lowered myself down onto it, then moving up and down, I rode him harder and faster until I squirted all over his legs and my bed. We just laid there and held each other. We looked at the clock and realized we only had about 3 hours left at this time, and we both sighed. We stared into each others eyes, and he hugged me really tight. We stayed like that for a while, tears flowing. We both knew this had been an amazing weekend and it was quickly coming to an end. We ended up making love again, nice and slow, and that's how we spent the last three hours, before drifting off to sleep holding each other for a half an hour. 

We heard the alarm and realized it was time. We got one last shower, and with tears in our eyes, we left my house for the airport. It was a long, quiet ride. It was what seemed like the longest drive I had ever been on. When we got there, I wasn't sure if I wanted to walk in there with him, I knew this was going to be hard, and was already shaking. We walked hand in hand into the airport. I was holding onto him so tight, I didn't want to let go. As we approached security, he turned and grabbed me, pulling me into him. We stood there in front of security and cried, telling each other our goodbyes. He let go of my hand, and I felt his hand slip away. He turned and walked away, and I stood there watching him walk away from me. I watched as he got further away, and I couldn't see him anymore. That was by far the hardest moment in my life. I just felt a piece of my heart leave my body. I turned and walked away, feeling lost and lonely. There just went the man I was totally in love with. I drove home in silence, and once I got home I grabbed his t-shirt he left on my bed for me, and while hugging it tight, I cried myself to sleep. 

Here it is, five weeks later, and I am more in love with him now then I was that day. I will be going to visit him in less than 4 weeks, and I am looking forward to more nights of what we shared, and then some. More memories to be made, to add to the ones we have already made, and the ones we will continue to make.



Making Memories of Us



You probably already guessed, but I'll tell you now anyway. These have all been for you, you know. You're my biggest fan, my most loving supporter, and my inspiration in so many ways. Thank you for being you, for making this so easy, and for being my 'Christian'.

Always and forever, M.

****

I wanna stand out in a crowd for you

A man among men

I wanna make your world better

Than it's ever been

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The day had been overcast and I was feeling lethargic. Early in the evening, I wandered around the house in my pajamas and stopped in the kitchen, looking around. I put my hands on my hips and stared at the kettle on the stovetop. Did I feel like making dinner? A simple cup of tea? Not particularly. I huffed out a sigh and did a lap in the kitchen before moving on through the house.

Christian must have heard my aimless wandering because he stopped me outside the kitchen on my second pass. "What is it, angel?"

"I'm bored."

"Why are you bored? What do you want to do?" He paused and gave me his 'excited' look: wide eyes, and a goofy, broad grin. It never failed to make me laugh and this time was no exception.

"I guess we could fool around." I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a sideways glance.

His 'excited' face disappeared and he rolled his eyes. "Well, with that kind of enthusiasm, I don't see why not."

I laughed again as he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. I rested my cheek on his chest and listened to the steady thump of his heart for a few minutes.

"Are you sure you're all right, angel?"

I nodded and leaned back to look into his face. "I'm fine. Really. It's just the weather, I think."

"Rain always makes me smile. It reminds me of that day we spent in bed together. Remember?"

"How could I forget? How long ago was that? A month? Two?"

"Too long." Christian dropped a kiss on my lips. "We could have a repeat?"

I laughed and Christian squeezed me tighter, before bending to lift me into his arms. I held on as he carried me away from the kitchen to our bedroom. He dumped me on the bed and jumped up to cover my body with his before I could move. He kissed me and proceeded to tickle my sides, legs and knees. I shrieked and squirmed and tried to fight him off, but as always, he was too quick and too strong for me.

He relented after a short while and I lay there on my back, gasping for air. He turned on his side beside me, head propped on one upturned hand, a smile on his handsome face.

"It's not raining, you know." I glanced out the window.

"I know. Doesn't mean we can't spend some time in bed."

I sighed and rolled over to snuggle against his chest. He dropped his free hand to my hip and started to rub in slow, small circles. It relaxed me, just as his touch always did and I dozed off.

I don't know how long I was out but I came awake to the feel of Christian's warm breath against my bare shoulder. The strap of my tank top had slid down while I slept and Christian was taking advantage of the additional exposed skin.

"Mmm..." I lifted my face to his.

He smiled and dropped a kiss on my lips. I stared up at him and rubbed one eye. His smile widened and he captured my fingers in his hand. He kissed the tip of each finger and then the center of my palm. I shivered and moved closer, pressing my nose to his neck.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Not long." His response was muffled as he nuzzled my hair. "Maybe twenty minutes." He moved back to recline on his pillow. "I was watching you."

Heat crawled up my neck. "Really? Do you do that often?"

He chuckled and nodded. "You know I do. I've told you how I used to do that nearly every time you slept over."

I thought back on those times before we'd lived together and my blush deepened. I'd been so shy about sleeping with him at first, worried about waking up with my hair in a tangled mess or drool on my pillow. He'd never complained and always insisted on us spending the nights together, no matter how we were feeling; sick, tired, overworked, etc. We'd been practically living together before that break-up and the year apart.

"You have the cutest little snore."

I groaned and buried my face against his shoulder as he laughed. He tried to draw me out but I burrowed deeper, pulling the covers up as I went. Christian followed, finding my body beneath the covers and making me sigh when he slipped warm hands under my shirt. I could tell from his touch that he wasn't trying to seduce me -- this time. He was touching me just for the simple joy of touching me.

I recalled those days we had lived apart. First, there was that one year when I'd moved away for work and we'd fought and split up before I'd left. I tilted my head back to look up at him, remembering how awful that fight had been. I still cringed to think of the things we'd said to each other.

"What's wrong?" he asked me now, touching my cheek.

I shook my head. "I was just thinking about when I moved away."

His lips tightened and he nodded before bending down to press a loving kiss to my forehead. "I hated not being with you."

"Me too."

We fell silent again.

I laid my palm against his chest. "I remember when we got back together, and every time we were able to see each other, we never stopped touching, it seemed."

His chuckle rumbled under my palm and he nodded in agreement. "It was awful every time you had to leave again."

"We were only apart for what? Eight months?"

"Yeah, and every time you left it felt like you took my heart with you."

I melted inside at his words. Every time he spoke to me like this, it reminded me of how much we did, and still do, mean to each other. We had these conversations often, talking about different milestones in our relationship. How we met, our first time for everything -- kiss, sex, fight -- the big fight that resulted in our break-up for a year. We talked about how we got back together, how we made our long-distance relationship work until he was able to move to be with me in the new city. Everything from birthdays to holidays to arguments over interior decorating and who we thought would win Monday night football. We talked about all that, and anything else that occurred to us, all the time. I loved being able to talk to him about everything.

"Did you know, when we first met, that it would be like this for us?" I asked.

He considered his answer before he spoke, running his hand in light patterns over my skin and up my chest. He tugged my shirt out of the way and lowered his eyes to watch as he circled one slowly hardening nipple with his finger.

"I didn't know right away that we were going to be together forever." He smiled and looked into my eyes. "It took a few weeks for me to figure that out."

I grinned and settled back on my pillow, letting him stroke and touch me wherever he wanted. "A few weeks?"

"Sure. But I did know that I loved you before we even made love the first time."

"I knew that."

His hands stilled. "You knew?"

I smiled. "Yeah. You told me about it one night during all my commuting."

"I did?"

"You said you'd realized you loved me like a week after we met, then you had to keep yourself from blurting it out nearly every time we talked."

He nodded. "I remember now. I was so worried that if I said it then, I'd scare you off."

I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand. He turned his head to kiss my palm and I shivered as he tweaked my nipple with his fingers. I was going from being relaxed and content to turned on very quickly. A happy consequence of having Christian's hands on me.

He let out a sigh and moved his lips to kiss and nibble the inside of my wrist. I bit my lip and shifted restlessly on the bed.

"I should have known then that I could tell you anything." His breath was warm on the inside of my arm.

"You should have." I didn't care that I sounded a little out of breath. "But we were both caught by surprise when we met. I mean, neither of us was looking for anything serious."

He nodded. "I know. There I was, minding my own business in the bookstore and you accosted me."

I burst out laughing and tried to scramble out of his reach. He grabbed me around the waist and all but tossed me down beneath his body.

"I accosted you?"

"Well, I didn't come on to you, did I?"

"You were the one who asked me out first!"

It was a familiar, light-hearted argument that we'd had many times over the past few years.

"You're right," he relented. "I did come on to you. How could I not with you standing there, looking all sexy in that blue shirt?"

I blushed, unable to control my reaction to his praise. It didn't matter that we'd been together for so long. He was still able to make me feel shy. "Well, blue is your favorite color."

"Yup." He bent his head to kiss me.

For long moments of delicious silence, we said nothing. His lips moved on mine, warm and soft as always, his tongue just teasing me before retreating. I followed, rolling to spread out on his chest as he held me close. Our mouths broke contact only when Christian yanked my shirt off over my head. Then we were kissing again. And again, over and over, teasing and tasting and drawing each other into such heat that I almost couldn't stand it.

"Oh, Christian." His name fell from my lips on a breathy sigh.

He chuckled as he lowered his head to press his mouth to the hollow of my throat.

"You sound like one of the heroines from your cheesy romances."

I laughed and shifted down so I could rest my cheek on his chest. "Do I? How do they sound?"

"I guess they technically don't sound like anything since they're characters in books."

I rolled my eyes and tickled his sides. "Hardy har har."

He yelped at my tickling and grabbed my arms to stop me. "Don't make me punish you."

My breath caught -- something else those romantic heroines do, I suppose -- and warmth spread through my torso. "Promise?"

His eyes narrowed and his arms wrapped around my back, releasing me at the same time. I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair and brought our mouths together. We didn't kiss, instead we stared into each other's eyes, as if memorizing the way we looked.

"I'll never forget the way I felt when I got my first good look in your eyes."

I smiled, pecked him on the lips and settled down on his chest. "Yeah? How did you feel?"

"I'm not sure I can do it justice."

I tipped my head to the side. "Come on, baby. You've always been able to wow me with words."

He laughed and cupped my cheek in his hand. "You'll have to remind me just which words 'wow' you."

"I will. But gimme some more right now."

"Demanding wench."

I mock gasped and tried to tickle his sides again. Before I could blink, I was flat on my back with my arms pinned beside my head.

I glared at him, breathing hard. "Tell me now before I'm forced to counterattack."

He chuckled, a luscious, deep sound that sent a thrill through me. I loved that sound, loved the way I could feel it over ninety-nine percent of my body. That sound never failed to make me weak.

Who was I kidding? Just about anything Christian did or said made me weak.

"I'll tell you. The first time I looked into your eyes, and I mean, really looked in them, you... you made my heart melt." He exhaled and let his forehead rest against mine so all I could see were the dark brown of his eyes. "You made me feel like there was nothing else worth doing at that moment but staring into your eyes. You made me feel warm all over inside until it literally felt like my heart was melting."

My heart skipped a beat. Or a few dozen. "Oh, Christian. I love you."

His smile was dazzling. "I love you too, my angel."

I pulled him down to me for a hug, nothing more. At times like this, when he made my heart melt, all I wanted to do was hold him and pray that we'd never be apart again.

He relaxed against me and moved to one side so he didn't squish me under his weight. He kept his hand on my bare stomach and rubbed his thumb in small circles on my skin. I shivered and let my eyes close.

"God, I love all those sounds you make."

My eyes flew open. "What sounds? I wasn't making any sounds."

"Yes, you were." His eyes twinkled. He bent his head and I watched as he swirled the tip of his tongue around one taut nipple. "Just like that one."

"Christian..."

He closed his lips around the nipple and sucked. He hummed a little bit, the vibration shooting straight to that space between my legs that burned for him. I rubbed my thighs together, unaware of what sound were falling from my lips now. I didn't care.

"You have no idea how sexy you sound, do you?"

"Please, Christian."

"Please what?" He lifted his head and continued to work my nipple over with his hand. "Am I not pleasing you now?"

I moaned again, arching as he tugged sharply then released. He smoothed his palm over my breast, caressing me and leaning down to lick my nipple over and over again. While he distracted me by switching his kisses to my other nipple, he ran his hand down my stomach until he reached the elastic waist of my pajama pants. When he ran his fingertips just under the waistband, I jerked under him and he made a noise of appreciation against my chest.

Lifting my arms, I ran my fingers through his hair. Now it was his turn to murmur incomprehensible words and squirm in my grasp. I let out a soft laugh when he lifted his head from my chest and shuddered when I dragged my nails over his scalp.

"I can't believe there was ever a time you didn't enjoy this, baby."

He sighed and trembled at another caress before meeting my look. "It's true. I never used to let anyone touch my hair."

It always thrilled me to hear the ways I was so different from the other women he'd been with in the past. I smiled and pressed my palm to his cheek. He turned his head to kiss my hand, then lick the inside of my wrist. When I let out a sigh, he grabbed my arm and clamped his lips on my wrist.

After that, we didn't say much. We focused instead on making a new memory.

He helped me wriggle out of my pajama bottoms and then I was naked next to him. Christian's lips moved up my arm until he was swirling his tongue in patterns over the base of my throat. I ran my weak fingers through his hair, struggling not to clench my hands into fists as he worked me over. His mouth brushed over mine one moment, his tongue teasing my lips, then he nibbled on my ear lobe in the next second.

In no time at all, I was overheated and incoherent. Christian's mouth moved up and down my neck before dropping to my breasts. While he kissed and licked me all over, his hands were busy, stroking my sides and teasing my belly button. His hand brushed my hip and I whimpered, lifting my knee to part my legs for him. But he ran his palm down the outside of my leg, tickling the underside of my knee before sliding down my calf.

"God, why are you teasing me?" My voice was a low whisper and Christian only continued with his slow torture.

"It just makes it that much sweeter..." He paused, his breath heating the damp space between my legs. "When you come for me." With those words still washing over my skin, he licked me, from bottom to top.

My hips jacked up off the bed and I moaned. I threw my hands out to either side of me, clenching my fingers in the bed sheets. Christian licked me again, circling that aching center of me once or twice as well. I tossed my head from side to side as he tasted me. Then I felt him penetrate, his tongue so hot I felt like he was melting me from inside out.

That was when I felt the tension reach a breaking point deep in my belly. The long, slow build-up of sensation released and washed over me in a sudden rush. I cried out, my hands going back to Christian's head, holding him there. He didn't pull away, just kept at it, whipping me into a frenzy.

I ended up begging him to stop. Every part of me was so sensitive, as I always was. He moved off of me and I watched with narrowed eyes as he undressed.

"I'll never forget the first time you got naked for me."

He grinned, remembering the moment just as I was. We'd been so hot for each other that undressing didn't have any of the usual doubts or hesitations it usually did for couples and their first time together. Then again, we weren't like other couples and we'd been more than comfortable with each other long before getting naked together.

"I love seeing you undress."

"Do you, angel?" He tossed his clothes over the side of the bed and moved to lie down beside me again.

I nodded as he stroked his hand from my thigh up the full length of my body and back down again. When he slid his hand back up to my face, he put his fingers to the back of my neck and tilted my head back for his kiss. I put my hand over his wrist to hold on as he kissed me so sweetly. Of course, my Christian was only sweet for so long.

His tongue teased mine and I smiled against his mouth, my blood stirring for him once more. I put my arms around his shoulders and held on as the kiss turned hot and demanding. His hands were moving again, stroking up and down my sides. He cupped me between my thighs, where I was still hot and ready for him.

As he slipped two fingers inside me, I gasped, jerking my lips from his. He moved his lips across my cheek to my ear where he whispered, "You are so unbelievably sexy."

I let out a breathless laugh and shook my head. His hand disappeared from between my legs and my moan of protest was ignored until he gripped my chin in his hand.

"Look at me, Maggie."

I opened my eyes wide to meet his dark chocolate stare. "What?"

"You are sexy, do you hear me? You're so beautiful to me, I can't even think straight."

Heat suffused my face and I bit my bottom lip. My gaze lowered but Christian lifted my chin further.

"Say it, Maggie. Say that you're my beautiful, sexy angel."

I didn't want to. I accepted that he viewed me in that light but I knew I was nothing special.

"Say it for me. Please."

I looked into his eyes and did as he asked. "I'm your beautiful, sexy angel." My voice broke on the last word and tears sprang to my eyes.

Christian didn't say anything about it. He drew me close, holding my body close to his and allowing me to press my face to his neck. I sniffled for a moment or two before gathering myself.

Christian must have sensed my momentary emotional flux had passed. His hand moved down my back to caress my bottom. I smiled against his neck and opened my mouth to lick him there. He laughed, the deep sound rumbling through us both.

We moved then, rolling apart and giving each other room to stroke and caress each other's bodies. I shifted closer, rubbing my hand over his chest while I started to kiss and nibble at his ear. He sucked in several sharp breaths as I did so I kept doing it. He'd driven me mad earlier. Now it was my turn.

Of course, I couldn't do this to him without being affected myself. He held my waist as I kissed all over his face and neck while running my hands over his chest. As I moved closer to drape my body over his, his hands moved to my hips and lower. Our minds seemed to be on the same track because when I lifted to my knees, he dug his fingers into the back of my thigh and urged me to straddle him.

"Oh, yeah." The words left his lips on a hiss as my soaking center rubbed all along the length of his arousal.

Oh yeah, indeed.

I rocked my hips, watching his face with hooded eyes. As he pressed his head back into the pillows, I grinned, immensely pleased with my effect on this man between my legs. I moved again and he let out a groan of need.

I didn't feel like teasing him, or myself, any longer. Slipping a hand between us, I guided his rigid length inside of me. I shifted and he sank deep. This time, we both moaned. I leaned down to brace myself on his shoulders as he surged into me. His hands tightened on my hips and moved me on his body.




Making Memories of Us



Content to let him lead, I watched his face. I watched as he licked his lips and smiled into his eyes when his lashes parted to meet my gaze. His lips moved in the familiar words but no sound came out.

I giggled, loving that I made him as breathless as I was. His eyes narrowed at my playful laugh and he sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist. I laughed again as he turned us over and loomed over me. His arms came down on the bed to bracket my head and I placed my hands flat on his chest.

"I love you so much, Christian."

He grinned. "I know, that's right."

I laughed, giddy with passion and delirious in love. He moved over me, inside of me and I lifted my hips to meet every one of his thrusts. We stared into each other's eyes and Christian dipped his head every few seconds to steal a kiss. I felt when he got close and I squeezed my legs and arms around him, my body tightening around his.

"Oh God, Maggie, I love you." He said more, words I lost in the rushing pounding of blood through my head and body. He moved faster and harder, his breath sawing from his lungs until he groaned and all but collapsed on me. He shifted off of me a second later and we lay on our backs, side-by-side, struggling to slow our breathing.

After a time, I rolled to my side and propped my head on my hand. I ran my other hand over Christian's stomach and up to his chest where I could feel his heartbeat under my palm. He put his hand over mine and turned his head to smile at me.

"Still bored, angel?"

I shook my head. "No. But I am hungry."

He grinned. "Me too."

We got up and threw on some clothes before heading to the kitchen. We warmed up some leftovers from the night before and chatted in between bites as we ate at the table. By the time we finished and cleaned up, it was fully dark outside but not late enough to go to sleep yet. We decided to read a book together while cuddling in the living room.

Christian went to grab the book while I grabbed a blanket from the hall closet. I sat on the couch and waited for Christian to get back. He came in and handed me the book. I laughed when I looked at the cover page.

"Wherever did you find this?" It was the book he'd bought way back when we'd first met at the Barnes & Noble. I'd always assumed he'd sold it or given it away since I'd never seen it again after that day.

Christian grinned as he picked up the TV remote. I smiled at him, turning the book over to read the blurb on the back. He came to sit beside me on the couch. I moved so he could sit against one side and I curled up against his chest. We spread the blanket over both of us and Christian turned on the TV while I continued to read the back of the book.

"What are you going to put on?" I asked.

"I thought we could go for a fire tonight." As he spoke, he turned on the 'fire.' I laughed, not having noticed him putting the DVD in the player. When we'd been searching for a place to live together here, we'd wanted a fireplace but the best place we could find was missing that as a feature. Instead, we'd bought the DVD and once in a while, we used it to set the mood.

Christian put the remote down and wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled up against him and turned the book over. Before opening it to read, I looked over my shoulder.

"I love you."

He smiled and bent close to press a kiss to my lips. "I love you."

Satisfied, I flipped the book open to the first page of the story and started to read aloud. After the first chapter, I handed it to Christian and he read the next one. I'd often curl up next to him with whatever book I was reading while he watched football on the weekends but we didn't always read to each other from the same book. I always enjoyed it very much when we did.

Christian handed the book back to me when he finished the second chapter. I read the first page of the third chapter and flipped to the next, ready to continue the line from the previous page. My words trailed off when I noticed some of the letters had been made bold with a black pen.

"Baby, someone wrote on these pages."

"Really?" I flashed him the book. "Hmm. So they did. What's written on it?"

I frowned at the letters that had been scored. "OK, there's a 'W' and an 'I'."

Christian leaned closer, and pointed out two Ls next to each other.

"L. L. Y. O. U." My frown deepened as the letter continued on the next page. "M. A. Two Rs. Another Y. And a--"

I stopped, all the air leaving my lungs in a rush. I sat up straight, leaving the warm comfort of Christian's chest and didn't even notice him moving off the couch.

"Christian. These letters, they spell..." I couldn't say it. I clutched the book, almost bending the edges in my hands and whirled to face Christian.

Who was kneeling on the floor by the couch. My heart stopped in my chest for a second before it stuttered to life again. The book tumbled from my hands when he lifted his, something held between his fingers.

"I know what the letters spell, Maggie." He gave me a sweet smile, his chocolate eyes so warm. "Because I wrote them."

I couldn't speak, my throat tight with emotion.

"Maggie, you have given me such a gift. You came into my life and brought light back into it. I called you my angel so long ago and that hasn't changed. You still are my angel. You're my lover and my best friend and I don't know how I'd survive without you by my side and in my life."

He reached down with one hand, keeping his eyes on my face, and picked up the book. He handed it to me and I took it with numb fingers, holding it open to that page he'd written on. I stared at him over the book and he grinned before tapping one finger on the top of the page.

"What were the last letters?"

A laugh escaped me just as tears spilled from my eyes. "You don't know? You told me you wrote it."

"I guess I need a reminder."

I blinked, more tears falling, but still didn't look away from his face. "M and E."

"Hmm." He lifted his other hand and I heard a soft creak as he flipped open the lid on a velvet jewelry box. "Will you marry me?"

I blinked a few times, glanced at the ring and back to his face. Everything was a blur through my tears but I didn't need to see him to give him my answer.

"Yes. Oh yes, Christian. With all my heart, yes!"

I threw my arms around him, the book falling to the floor with a thud. Christian caught me in his arms and held me as I slid down in front of him. I kissed him, tasting my tears and couldn't stop crying. He held me, as always, for as long as I needed it. When at last I caught my breath, Christian pulled back and smoothed the hair from my face.

"I love you, angel."

"I love you, too."

"Would you like to put your ring on now?"

A sound escaped me that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh and Christian chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. He drew his hand between us and popped the ring from the little box. I gasped as I got my first good look at it. It was simple white gold band with a beautiful round deep emerald in the center of a bed of tiny sparkling diamonds.

"It's beautiful."

"Not half as beautiful as you."

That started the tears all over again and we both laughed as I wiped ineffectually at my wet cheeks. He pulled my hand down as these tears passed and kissed my knuckles before sliding that perfect ring on my trembling finger. He kissed my hand again, over the ring, and drew me close with his hands on either side of my face for a real kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss only to rest his forehead against mine. "You make me so happy."

"Oh, Christian. You do the same for me. Every day."

Our eyes met and we nodded before kissing again.

Christian broke the kiss and smiled at me, brushing his thumbs over my flushed cheeks. "Should we get back on the couch and keep reading?"

I laughed and shook my head, sliding my hands behind his head and pressing my lips to his. "No. You should make love to me while I'm wearing nothing but the ring."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

He obliged. That night, and many nights afterward he obliged me in every way possible, in every facet of my life. We'd always known we were meant to be together forever. Now it was time to do it.

****

I'm gonna be here for you from now on

This you know somehow

You've been stretched to the limits

But it's all right now

And I'm gonna make you a promise

If there's life after this

I'm gonna be there to meet you

With a warm, wet kiss

And I'm gonna love you

Like nobody loves you

And I'll earn your trust

Making memories of us



Making Miley Mine



Hello it's me Jessica Hampton...again. My new career as a television star is really taking off it's going super here. So while still acting on CSI I decided to take a risk and audition for a movie. Since I wasn't a huge star yet I figured even if it was flop I wouldn't be the number one star so it really didn't matter, I just hoped it wouldn't tarnish my career. It was a lot of money and a chance to be seen on the big screen and that was my main concern. Maybe if I did a good job it might lead to more roles. I will admit CSI does have a very demanding schedule, now if I was strictly a movie star I could pick roles I want and not work all the time.

I set up my audition and went in to the address at the time they told me. There were lots of girls and guys there maybe about 20, I was surprised, I guess a lot of people were looking for a shot. I went to check in with receptionist there. "Hello I am Jessica Hampton, I am here for my 2:30 audition."

She looked up at me from her desk. "Ahh yes Ms. Hampton, here you go," she said as she handed me a clipboard with a pen and an application, "please wait in the room over there." she said pointing to another door.

I walked over to the door opened it and went inside the room. To my amazement there were lots of other girls and guys that I recognized from television and movies. Megan Fox, Anna Paquin, James Marsden and Sean William Scott among other famous actors and actresses were also there. I guess they wanted to separate the stars from people who weren't. Everybody looked up at me as I entered. Seeing them I was almost sure I wouldn't get a part not with these actors and actresses also reading for parts. Nervously I sat down and Megan Fox stood up walked over to me, sat next to me and extended her hand. "Hi I'm Megan I'm a big fan of yours."

I was in shock. Was Megan Fox actually telling me she saw me and noticed me. "Ummm, thank you, I uhhh.." I was stunned "I'm Jessica....and I loved Transformers." Dammit, that was bad Transformers came out five years ago, but I couldn't think, I couldn't come up with anything better.

"Thank you," Megan replied and she looked down and looked back up smiling at me, and it appeared she was blushing. Oh my gosh did I just make Megan Fox blush. "I love your character on CSI, I always loved that show but since you've been on it I never miss it."

"Thank you."

"Now don't act surprised but I heard the star for this movie has already been picked. I heard it is Miley Cyrus but not sure it's just what people are saying." I wasn't even listening I was still in awe Megan Fox was actually talking to me. "Well good luck," she said as she stood and went back to the seat she was at before.

I shook my head as I snapped back into reality and kept filling out my application. I wasn't waiting long only about 20 minutes before I was called in. I was given a script and was reading with one of the people at the panel that consisted of three men and two girls.

I stopped off to pick up an answering machine on my way home. I didn't want to miss any important phone calls while I was on the CSI set. I wasn't really counting on getting a call back, to see well accomplished Hollywood stars and maybe there were looking for a new star from the other group of applicants. I mean yes Megan Fox knew who I was but I never had anybody stop me in a shopping mall or anywhere asking me for my autograph.

After about 10 days of hearing nothing I pretty much gave up and just kept working on CSI. The next day I came home and saw the light flashing on my answering machine that I had a message. I assumed it was just my mom or somebody from CSI calling to let me know something. I pressed the play button and listened.

"Ms. Jessica Hampton this is Jarrod McKillip. I was reading with you on the panel at your audition and normally we would have call backs but you blew the entire panel away and we would like to offer you part in the movie named Kentucky Kiss. Please call us back at 825-6119 to let us know if you are still interested and if so ask for myself."

I quickly picked up my phone and was so excited I dropped it at first. I quickly dialed the number and waited for an answer.

"Casting Society of America," the receptionist on the other end answered.

"Hello my name is Jessica Hampton could I speak with Mr. Jarrod McKillip please."

"One moment please."

I spoke to Mr. McKillip for about 15 minutes and he did confirm what Megan had told me earlier that Miley Cyrus was indeed the star. I told him I still had to tell the crew of CSI that I will take some time off to do something with my character. We set up payment and he told me the dates and locations of shooting. My part wasn't a huge part I was the fifth star so not bad I thought. A good start, I don't want to be first star and screw up. My name in the movie was Marsha Brown, I was the next door neighbor and best friend of Miley's character (Kelly Anderson).

I met Miley the first day of shooting. Miley is now 19 years old but wow she looked like a girl in her mid twenties. Not in a bad way, she just looked so grown up and very mature looking. Definitely not what I was expecting. "Hi I'm Miley," she came up to me smiling and extending her hand.

"Hello Miley I am Jessica," I replied shaking her hand.

"Yes the CSI girl I've seen you on your show a few times, very good. I figured we should hang out and get a feel for each other since we are together a lot in the movie. We are neighbors and best friends."

"Yes they told me."

Most of the first day was just set up and checks and stuff no shooting but they wanted the whole cast there to get acquainted.. Some other members of the cast were Michael Cera, Anna Paquin, Dakota Fanning and Taylor Lautner, all very established, I was honored to be in their company. Miley and I walked around and just talked about what she is doing and what I am doing stuff like that. We walked to the set where the houses were. Looked like out in backwoods somewhere very similar to the Dawson's Creek set. All the houses were equipped with electricity and plumbing. Miley and I got along great she is not the teeny bopper girl I was expecting and she was CUTE. Even though the movie is entitled Kentucky Kiss we were not filming in Kentucky at all, too bad never been to Kentucky but would love to go sometime.

The first few days of shooting went pretty smoothly the whole cast got along well and the script was good I thought it would be a good movie with a lot of big names. Miley and I hung out a lot and got very close. "Let's see how close" I thought to myself. We decided to meet one day after shooting (we met most days anyway) and told me she'd be in her set house in her room to meet her there. I walked right in and up the stairs to where you room was the door was closed gave a few quick knocks then walked right in, I should have waited for an answer I saw Miley quickly turn off the computer screen. She was dressed in blue jeans and a beige plaid shit. 

"Oh my gosh Jessica you are here already that was fast."

"What are you looking at why did you turn the screen off so fast?" I questioned her as I walked over beside her chair that was seated at the desk with the computer on it. I looked down and saw her jeans were unbuttoned. I turned on the screen and saw she was reading a sex story on the Literotica.com web site. Not only that, a lesbian story.

"Miley..." I began to her "do girls turn you on? Are you a lesbian?"

"W...w...what ummm no...no," she stammered "I mean was just...like...you know looking...curious."

"Really," I laughed "is that why your jeans are unbuttoned?"

She looked down at her unbuttoned jeans and her face went red immediately. Now I caught her and she knew it. I tried to put her at ease and make her feel less embarrassed, being that she was the star and she could probably get me fired from the movie if she wanted and I didn't want that. I knelt down so I was at eye level with her. "It's okay Miley," I started to explain to her "you are not only girl in this room who likes other girls."

She looked at me with a bit of shock and surprise on her face, her mouth a little open. It looked like she wanted to say something but didn't know what. I slowly wet my lips moved in closer to her and softly kissed her on the lips for about three seconds before I pulled back. She still had the same look on her face so I leaned in and kissed her again this time I felt her returning the kiss so I slid my tongue into her slightly open mouth licking around inside. I stood her up and finished removing her jeans, then I stood up to face her and began kissing her lips again as I gently rubbed her pantie covered crotch. I took a step back and lightly ran my hands over the front of her shirt, her breasts were amazing I couldn't wait to see them. I began to unbutton her shirt and she just stood there looking at me biting her bottom lip. I opened her shirt and slid it off her shoulders. She was wearing a sheer white front clasp bra that really accentuated her breasts that were already so full and firm. I lifted my hands to lightly squeeze her breasts through her bra as she let out a soft moan. I slid my sundress I was wearing off my shoulders revealing a matching pink bra and panties. I reached behind me to undo my bra and let it fall revealing my 34C chest then slowly lowered my panties showing my neatly trimmed landing strip. Miley was frozen stiff I just hoped she was getting aroused and that I wasn't scaring her. I positioned her to sit on the bed then lay her down. I leaned down between her legs and started removing her panties with my teeth, then ran my hand up her flat stomach unclasping her bra her breasts were like gifts from the Gods, her nipples instantly hardened. I saw her eyes close I knew then she was getting into this. I attacked her breasts licking, kissing, sucking and gently biting her nipples.

"Oh God," Miley moaned out. Her hands went to my head her fingers running through my hair.

I sat up straddling her waist my hand running down her sides over the sides of her now naked breasts to feel their fullness again as I leaned down and began kissing her on the lips again, then moving to her neck. "Oh Jessica I had no idea you feel amazing. I thought I was the only one. Let me look at you." I sat up again and Miley sat up as well and began to softly and tenderly kiss my breasts as I cradled her head, my nipples were as hard as diamonds I thought they were gonna pop.

"Lay down Miley, let Jessica taste your sweet nectar."

Miley smiled at me and she laid back down and spread her legs. I slid down her body getting to her neatly trimmed pussy. I gently spread her lips and slid my tongue inside as far as it would go.

"Holy shit," Miley screamed as she grabbed my head tightly and held it to her pussy and she thrust her midsection upwards. Great, I knew I was doing a good job by the way Miley's body was reacting to my tongue inside of her love hole. I started rubbing her clit and I began to lick the outside of her pussy. Her breathing quickened and her body started the thrash on the bed. I slid up her body and started to grind against her. Her legs wrapped around my wait as her midsection shot upwards once again. "I'm cumming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Miley screamed as she collapsed on the bed totally spent.

"Oh don't you give up on me now lover." I slid up her body my knees on both sides of her head as I lowered my pussy onto her waiting mouth. I could tell she was inexperienced but her enthusiasm made up for it. My hands grabbed her hair and I held her tightly to my pussy as I tried with all my might to push down on her without hurting her to get her tongue deeper inside me. My body started to shudder as I released a wave of my juices inside her waiting mouth. "Oh yeah here it comes swallow it my lover, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yessssssssssssssssssssss."

We laid in the bed for a good 30 minutes covered in sweat and coming down from our orgasms. I fell asleep and awoke to see Miley getting dressed. She smiled down at me. "I'll see you tomorrow on the set, maybe we can meet after again," she said as she leaned and kissed me on the lips. "I had a great time and look forward to more."



Making Miley Moan



Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you? 

This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap. 

Author's Note: Alright, so this is set in present day, which, at time of writing is 12/03/2011. It's 12:24 AM, making Miley Cyrus 18 and legal here in the U.K and most of the world. Again, as I said in the disclaimer, if you have to be 21 to read porn or it's the age of consent then I suggest you leave now. Also, I'm aware that some people may believe that I'm sick for writing about her at this age, but as far as I'm concerned she's legal so she's fair game to write about. If you don't like it, then C-S-S-A offers plenty of lovely other stories for your much needed feedback!

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I was being driven across down town Los Angeles with my little sister, Nina who had tickets for the Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana farewell tour. As far as I could understand it, Miley Cyrus, star of the Disney TV show Hannah Montana, had given up on the show and was focusing on making her own career as Miley Cyrus.

Nina had meant to be going with her friend, Nina, but unfortunately Katie got grounded and couldn't make the trip. Her parents had refunded me and we were left with one spare ticket. Unfortunately, none of Nina's friends could make it on such short notice. So, like a good big brother, I offered to look after her so I could drive her to and from the show. 

Now, I should explain. Nina had been very ill earlier on in the year. Seriously, it was touch and go for a moment but she survived and as a treat I used most of my pay check to get her and her best friend tickets to go and see Miley/Hannah.

As a good will gesture, and I'm sure good publication for the tour, they gave us V.I.P tickets and we got to meet Miley before the show. It was there, we were sat in a limousine supplied by the company to take us to the Hilton where Miley was staying.

Now, I suppose a good question would be why I, her twenty two year old older brother would be taking her for the visit and why wasn't it one of our parents? 

Well, I'm a whore. 

Yes very funny, let's all laugh at me but in the end I'm the one getting laid while you're sat at your desk jerking off. I was working as an exotic dancer at a ladies club when I was... Discovered. I was called into the back to give a private dance when I met with my contact Tina. 

She was a fairly over-weight woman who was dressed well. When I first entered I suspected that she was some form of stock broker. Boy, was I wrong. She asked me if I knew what a gigolo was. I was well aware, she asked me if I wanted to become one. Suspecting it was for her, I declined politely. She then explained that she worked for Disney and was in the habit of getting the stars sexed so they wouldn't break it out in public. 

I was skeptical until I saw the pay they were offering. It was too good to miss up, needless to say, I joined up and haven't looked back since. So, I was on the way to see Miley and get her sexed. She had contracted me for straight up sex and that was it. It worked for me so I just had to survive through the terrible, terrible pop show.

We were sat in the limo dressed smartly. Nina had her blonde hair in pigtails and was wearing a blue sundress while I was dressed in a casual smart kind of way. I had on a black polo shirt with some olive khaki shorts. That bit didn't particularly thrill me but this evening wasn't exactly for me, it was for Nina.

We had been given a leaflet about her, nothing that Nina didn't know already. She was cute. I wouldn't call her drop dead gorgeous though. You know how Kristen Stewart has something about her that makes her quite bone-able? Well, Miley has the same thing. Nina was reading the leaflet, scoffing that she already knew all of the facts about her, I simply enjoyed the pictures. 

On one picture, she was on stage and had her long brown hair down and was wearing an outfit that I wasn't too sure was suitable for kids. It was a two piece affair with a tankini top and short hot pants on, they were both a golden mesh color and she was wearing stockings with knee high boots. It certainly looked good on her, and people wondered why little girls were dressing so trampy. I think it was one of those times in pop starlet's lives where they decided they weren't going to be pop any more and were going to be rock. Never really lasted, but there you go.

We got to the show and as we were about to go and find out seats.

"All right. Should we go get our seats?" I asked, as Nina bounced around excitedly.

One of the privileges of being at the front in the V.I.P section was that no one else was in yet. Looking around at the venue, it was huge. There was room for easily twenty thousand people in here. It made me wonder how she managed it. The stage itself was a large platform with lots of pole sticking from the ground up to the ceiling. There was also lighting that was currently off and the venue's main lights were illuminating the scenery. 

Nina had slipped into her new Miley t-shirt and was bouncing up and down from being so excited about the whole thing. Soon, the screaming girls came in and the venue started to fill up. Sighing, I took my seat. I could care less about what was to come next.

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The show had ended and as our instructions, we were to wait behind so a rep could come and find us. Nina was yawning a lot and resting her head on my shoulder. I had fired off a text message to Mom, explaining that we would be back later. Mom wasn't aware of my life and she assumed I was just being a good big brother and looking after his little sister. She replied saying it was fine, tomorrow was a Saturday any way so it wasn't as if Nina needed to get to school.

A young girl in her late twenties looked over and found us. She came up and asked us for our names, checking it off with the names on her list. She grinned and waved us through; the ushers broke open the chain fence and let us walk past. Just off to the side was an older woman, Tina had called her Heather, with Miley who had now changed into normal clothes. I had Nina in my arms now as she was extremely tired; she had confessed to me earlier that she hadn't slept because she was so excited. 

Heather looked at Nina and mouth to me. "Is she asleep?" 

I nodded and Heather matched it. We walked towards the limo and got inside it. I lay her down next to me and buckled her in. Getting in, with Miley and Heather we began a conversation in whispers.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Miley asked, leaning closer to me, putting her hand on my exposed knee. She lightly squeezed the joint as we talked.

"It's not really my thing." I said, answering as diplomatically as I could.

"Really? Not even the outfits?" She asked with a grin, running her hand up my leg ever so slowly. Heather caught this and lightly slapped Miley's hand away. She nodded at her P.A's instructions and smiled.

"I like to wear those sort of things for the Dad's. They must get so bored with their daughters there. At least they have something to look at. Right Heather?" She asked with a grin.

Heather smiled and nodded her head, casting a glance to Nina, Heather then leant in.

"If we put her in the next room is she going to be OK?"

"Yeah. She sleeps like a light. I'm sure she'll be fine, if not I'll only be in the next room right?"

"Yep, once we've had some grown up stuff? Right Benny-Boy?" Miley said with a grin, squeezing my kneecap again.

"Uhhh... Right." I said, politely smiling to match Miley's grin. She then leant back and simply looked at me every now and again, her smile getting a little wider each time.

The car came to a stop and we were outside the Hilton. The driver then opened up the door and let us out. Scooping Nina up in my arms, I lifted her out of the seat and we walked inside. Stepping into the elevator, Miley's hands were restless, like she wanted to put them somewhere but she wasn't quite sure as to where. Staring straight forward, I felt something brush past my back and rest above my ass but I wasn't completely sure as to what it was. The doors swung open and we stepped out.

Heather ushered us to the room next door to Miley's.

Whispering, she spoke to me. "Do you want to put her down on the bed?"

"Sure, I'll be right next door Nina." I whispered to her as I lay her down on the bed. Heather had a nice warm smile on her face as Miley tugged on my arm.

"C'mon! Let's go!" We walked through the corridor and into her room. Closing the door behind us, she grinned. Gesturing for me to take a seat, she spoke to Rico, who was just out of earshot. He nodded and stepped outside, getting every body else out as well.

"Just us now then!" She said with a smile. Sitting down next to me, awkwardly close. She leant down and unzipped her boots, swinging her legs up and resting them on my lap. 

"Oh shit." She cursed aloud, looking at me.

"What's up?" I asked, getting apprehensive, unsure if she'd hurt herself.

"I totally forgot to shower after the show! Do you mind if I go now?" She asked, biting on her lip in an unbelievably sexy fashion.

Waving my hands in an 'it's all cool' fashion, I shook my head. "Not at all! Go for it." She grinned and gave me a hug, tightly wrapping herself around me.

"Cool, thanks so much! Do you want to watch some TV? Order a pay per view movie or something? You can raid the mini bar as well if you like."

"Thanks Miley, if that's OK with you?"

"Sure, go for it!" She hopped up off the couch and walked into the bathroom. I got up and walked over to the mini bar, looking through it, I found a bottle of Jack Daniels. Directly next to it, there was an ice bucket and just above the bar, there were two glasses. Unsure if Miley wanted one, I called out to her.

"Miley, I'm having some Jack Daniels. Would you like some?"

"Yes please! With ice!" She shouted out to me, jets of water filled the room as she showered.

Nodding, I poured her a glass as well and filled it with ice. Sitting down on the couch, I pulled out my wallet and keys, placing them on the coffee table in front of me. I grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on. Scrolling through the channels, I found a late night sports show talking about the latest football game. Settling in, I relaxed on the couch and attacked the whiskey.

Minutes had passed and Miley walked out, her long brown hair had a shine to it, as it was still wet. It was dangling down from her head and resting on the towel, she had wrapped around herself, but that was it for clothing, unless you count a smile.

"Sorry I took forever, but I must've stunk!" She said with a grin, sitting down next to me, she again swung her feet up and rested them on my lap.

"Well, I didn't notice anything, but it's not like you were all night in there." I said, smiling. She reached over and picked up her glass, sipping at the whiskey I was amazed at the fact that she didn't recoil at the taste.

"I guess growing up in the south does that huh?" I said with a smile as she noticed my surprise.

"Yeah. I love whiskey." She said, rearranging herself on the couch, I couldn't help but notice her towel rise up a little higher with each wriggle. She was pretending not to notice, but I could see up her towel, noting that her pussy was clean-shaven and it looked like it was wet. We chatted like this for a while, working our way through the bottle of whiskey. After the last drop was drunk, Miley spoke to me.

"Now, this is going to be really weird, but do you mind if I snuggle with you?"

"Pardon me?" I asked, almost as if I misheard her.

"Snuggle. I'd like to feel those big arms around me." She said, swinging her legs off me and sitting next to me. 

"Uh... Sure." I said, lifting my right arm, I let Miley curl up next to me.

She jumped up on her knees and hugged me tightly; straddling me, she put her knees on either side of me. If any paparazzi had walked in then, they would have got a very compromising shot of the both of us. Miley tightened her grip, signaling me to hug her as well. I put my arms around her, letting her smile and curl up.

Miley began to rearrange herself on my lap, almost as she was grinding on me. I was about to say something when I felt her hard nipples rub up against my chest. Needless to say, I started to get hard. Miley let out an 'oh' sound and looked down at my groin.

The brown-haired woman grinned and looked up at me.

"My, my. Maybe we should have some real fun?" She said with a grin. Breaking from the hug, Miley fiddled with the towel and it fell from her lovely body. She tossed the towel at me and walked over to the bed.

Crooking her finger, she beckoned, nay taunted me to come and get them. As I climbed onto the bed with her, Miley wrapped herself around my arm and tugged me closer. She quickly lunged for my lips. 

Planting her lips on mine, she kissed me. Peppering my lips with hers, she flicked her tongue out and nudged against my mouth. I opened my mouth and let her win. Her tongue slid into my mouth and wrapped itself around mine, sucking on it gently.

She had now wrapped her arms around my neck and was moaning into the kiss. My arms were resting around her waist, but they quickly slid up to her breasts, squeezing her mounds made her moan even more so.

Eventually we broke the kiss; Miley smiled and lightly kissed my bottom lip. Running her hands all over my body, she gave a wolf whistle as I took my shirt off. I was going to get my shorts too, but she stopped me.

"I'll get them." She said with a smile. Unbuttoning the top button, she unzipped them and as I rolled over, she slid them down my legs. I kicked them off and raised my ass in the air so she could get my boxers off as well. Sinking her teeth into my underwear, she then tugged them down with her teeth as well, my dick springing free, smacking her in the face.

"Well then... What do we have here?" She asked, admiring my eight-inch shaft. It was already hard and bobbing in the air as she looked over it. I sat down on the very comfortable bed, and smiled, putting my hands behind my head. 

"It won't bite... It may spit though."

"Really? How will it do that?" She asked, playfully. Putting a finger in her mouth, she sucked on the digit while looking extra innocent at the same time.

"Well, why don't you give it a kiss? Or maybe let it have a home in your mouth?" I asked, as she took the finger from her mouth and slid it along the base of my shaft.

"Will that make it spit?"

"Maybe... Why don't you see?" I was very confident. Still, part of my charm I suppose.

"Alright, let's see." She said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mmmmm.... Yeah that's good..." I moaned as the gorgeous pop sensation stroked my thick cock with both of her hands. Miley raised an eyebrow as she glanced up at me, locking her, lust-heavy seductive eyes on mine she lowered her head and flicked the head of my dick with her soft, wet tongue. She brushed her tongue against the head of my cock before she opened her, soft, wet and soothing mouth, immediately taking my cock into her mouth.

Sighing heavily again, I ran my hands through her brown, wet hair, licking my lips. Tasting the remains of her lip-gloss, I looked down at her as she went to work, bobbing her head on my stiff cock. 

"Mmmmm... Yeah... That's really good..." I moaned, putting both of my hands on her shoulders, closing my eyes.

"Mmmm... Mmmmm..." Miley moaned, as the sultry singer smoothly bobbed her head on my cock, gently lapping her wet tongue around my shaft.

"Ohhhh yeah... Jesus Miley... That's good..." I moaned, I wasn't lying either. I'd had girls suck me off before and Miley was a pro. Maybe that was how she made it? Who knows? I brushed her hair back, so I could see her mouth being penetrated by my meat. Miley's hands had roamed all over my body, running up my chest and all over my thighs, before settling on cupping my thighs. Her nails dug into them as she sucked my cock. 

Her soft, pouty lips were normally accused of her making the 'duck face' in photos. That's the look where they suck their cheeks in and push their lips out, y'know? Like a duck? But I couldn't help but praise them as they rubbed up against my shaft as she quickened her pace, bobbing her head along my thick eight-inch cock. 

"Mmmm..." She moaned, obviously enjoying herself, with every moan she made, the vibrations would shake along my shaft nearly doubling my pleasure. Looking up, she locked her desirable eyes with mine and smacked her tongue against the bottom side of my shaft.

Making eye contact, I licked my teeth slowly as I watched her suck on my hard, thick dick. She smiled around my shaft and continued to bob up and down on it, keeping eye contact with me as much as she could any way. 

Changing her pace, Miley was taking in roughly five out of my eight inches and with every drop down she made; she would squeeze on my thighs making me groan. She seemed to enjoy this activity, as whenever she did it, she'd moan too. 

Slowing her pace down, I looked down at her and watched her smirk seductively. Taking my shaft out of her mouth, she looked up at me and spat on my already wet shaft. Slowly, smoothly stroking my shaft she covered my entire member with her spit making all of my dick wet.

"Mmmmm... Shit..." I moaned, tilting my head back a bit as she stroked my long, hard cock with her soft, gentle hands. Closing my eyes, I felt the brunette pop star on her knees in front of me; liberally spread her saliva inch over every inch of my cock. Smiling up at me, not that I'd know of course, she opened her hot, sweet mouth and took my dick into her greedy little mouth, saliva dripping all around the seal her lips had made. Wrapping her pouty lips around my shaft again, with much more ease she begins to bob her head again, sucking all of my cock.

Leaning against the backboard of the bed, I came back to my senses and looked down, watching the teen sensation go to work. She was now easily bobbing up and down on my member, getting more and more in her greedy, slutty mouth

"Fuck me... Mmmm... Shit yeah..." I moaned as Miley's warm spit dripped along my shaft, collecting in a pool at the base of my member. But, like the trooper she is, with each drop down, she would scoop it all up just to let it fall back down again. She gave a very messy blowjob, not that I was complaining of course.

"Mmmm... Mmmm...." Miley moaned softly as she smoothly bobbed her head up and down, getting every inch of my shaft wet. Sucking at a pace that increased gradually, I could tell she was getting ready for the grand finale as her lips started to spill more and more saliva. My nuts were starting to tighten and I felt the cum start to rise up as her soft lips rubbed against my shaft.

"Ahhh... Yeah... Miley... I'm going to cum..." I moaned, licking my already chapped lips as she bobbed her head faster and faster on my dick, while keeping her soft sensual lips pressed tightly around my meaty dick. I put my left hand on her head and ran my fingers through her wet hair, watching her with a probably maniacal smile on my face.

Miley gave up all skill or systematic style of blowing me. Letting it all go, she simply raised and dropped her mouth. Spit sailing out of her soft lips, splashing against my lap as she sucked with wild abandon. Rubbing her hands on my thighs, she seemed to get restless as she sucked more and more of my cock, just waiting for me to announce that I was cumming. Taking one last drastic action, Miley simply threw herself on my shaft, being impaled orally by my member. As she face fucked herself, my eyes started to dim and flicker. Soon, I was ready to cum, wrapping her hair up in my fingers. I gasped out loud and my hips raised up off of the bed. This was it and Miley knew it. 




Making Miley Moan



Stopping just above the head, Miley wrapped her hand around my base and simply jerked it for all she was worth. Groaning, I shot my load, arcing ropes of cum forced their way from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my head. Shooting rope after rope, deep into her mouth, Miley simply lay their catching it all on her tongue. After my sixth or seventh convulsion, I stopped cumming and my ass fell back to the bed. Climbing up on top of me, she opened her mouth to show she had all of it in there, and then in one fell swoop she swallowed the entire load.

Smiling, she looked down on me.

"Wow, it really can spit!" She grinned; I came back to reality and nodded my head.

"Yeah it can!" Miley lay on my lap and started to grind her cunt against my lap. Looking at me, as my dick hardened, ready for round two.

"Any positions you like?" She asked, wrapping her hand around the base, guiding it to her.

"Not really... Do you have a preference?" I asked, making sure to remain professional. Even after that amazing blowjob. 

"Well... I am from the south... I'll ride you like the cow girl I am!" She said with a grin, still straddling me, she played with my shaft rubbing it along her pussy's lips.

I licked my lips in anticipation, cupping her breasts, feeling the nipples press against the palm of my hand.

"All right then... Round 'em up cowgirl!" Miley grinned as placed her soft hands on my chest and pushed me down onto the bed. With her free hand, Miley took both of my forearms and pinned them above my head. I could, of course easily over power her but then it wouldn't be fun would it?

Miley pressed her soft lips together before she mounting her sultry, nubile eighteen-year-old body onto the rock hard shaft waiting for her.

My head fell back and I moaned to the sky as she impaled her tight, teen pussy all the way down onto my dick. Putting my hands on Miley's beautiful hips, she began to rock backwards and forwards on my cock. Biting down on her bottom lip, she firmly placed her hands down on my chest as she started to smoothly rock back and forth on my eight inch member while softly grinding her pussy, every time she lowered herself on my shaft.

"Awww... Yeah... Mmmm..." I moaned as I looked up at her as she lifted and lowered herself repeatedly on my cock. Miley had since let go of my forearms and was resting her hands on my abdomen. I put my hands on her hips to help me fuck her too. Bucking my hips upwards, deeper inside Miley's pussy as she started to grind herself on my cock. Miley threw her brown-haired head back as she started to slam herself down on my cock, her body at a slight angle as smoothly rocked back and forth on my shaft.

"Mmmmm... Fuck..." Miley moaned as she bounced up and down on my cock. I licked my lips and slid my hands against her hips as she slammed down on my cock. 

"Ohhhh yeah..." I moaned sitting up slightly, I then rolled over a bit so that I was now on top of the teen bombshell. Once on top, I put my hands on her shoulders and started to savagely thrusts my dick in and out of her tight, warm, wet and wild pussy. Miley was moaning deep into my ear as she hooked her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders.

We were both covered in films of sweat, as my dick slid in and out of her love canal, the only sound in the room was the noise of my balls slapping against her skin, Miley's high-pitched moans and her heavy breathing.

Her head fell back and rested on the same pillow I was sitting on for the blowjob, not that it seemed to bother Miley as her teeth gritted, as if she was trying to make as little noise as possible.

"Ohhhh Benny! Ohh yes fuck me baby!" She moaned through her teeth as I quickly pistoned my cock into her tight, teenage pussy as she pushed herself against me. Leaning down to kiss her, I quickly flicked my tongue against her lips, tracing the inside of them as she leant up to return the favour.

"Ohhhhhh!" Miley moaned directly into my mouth as she instantly returned the kiss, her wet saliva slapped into my mouth while she flicked her tongue against mine. She closed her eyes as she gently started to grind her pussy against my shaft as I held my cock deep in her pussy for a moment.

"Mmmm!" I met her moans with one of my own as I circled my tongue around hers, keeping my cock deep inside of her pussy for another moment before pulling it halfway out of her pussy.

"Ohhhh yeah... This is so great..." I said with a smile, breaking the kiss with her. Changing the position for what looked like was going to be the last time. Miley was breathing heavily and even after the stupendous blowjob earlier, I was getting ready to cum again. I pulled my dick all the way out of her warm, wet pussy and turned her over onto her side, laying behind her I nudged her leg into the air and pushed my shaft all the way back in.

Miley's eyes were screwed shut, tight as my dick went all the way back inside her. Firmly thrusting its way back into her warm, tight pussy. 

"Ohhhh Ben... Ohh you are so great... Such a great lay!" Miley moaned as she enjoyed the feel of my dick inside her. Women must know saying things like that boost our egos right?

"Yeah... You are too!" I groaned as Miley's leg arched over mine, as I fucked her. Changing to smooth, deep pumps reaching all the way inside her. My cock filled up her tight pussy as my hips smacked against her gorgeous ass cheeks with every one of my thrusts.

Lazily, Miley slowly opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder to smile at me, sweat dripping off her body, forming almost an extra layer of skin as she spoke dirty to me, keeping me going. 

"Mmmm... Yeah! Fuck that pussy!" She moaned, gently pushing back against my invading cock.

Sweat rolled off my body as I drove my cock in and out of her tight, wet, and very desirable pussy. 

"Awww... Ohh yeah... Damn you're tight..." I moaned/complimented her as I increased the pace of my thrusts. Tilting her head back further, she kissed the sweat beads as they dripped off of my neck. Her hips were bucking back against me as she met every single one of my thrusts.

Suddenly, tearing away from me, Miley's eyes screwed up tight and she let out a loud, piercing scream. Fluids gushed from her pussy and coated my shaft with all of her love juices. Her hips spasmed with each convulsion, and soon enough my shaft was being milked by her orgasms. The juices gushed all over my shaft and coated her legs, making her thighs extra slippery.

"Ohhhh damn it..." I moaned as Miley's pussy sucked on my shaft in the after glow of her orgasm. Feeling the urge to cum, I pulled out and pushed her on her front. Miley, even in post orgasm glow knew what was coming and simply lifted her rear upwards. Taking hold of my throbbing cock, I jerked as if my life depended on it. Finishing up, my hips spasmed and I came all over Miley's back. Painting her lovely rear and the small of her back, Miley cooed as I came. Licking my lips, I fell back on my heels and watched as she reached behind herself and scooped up some of my cum.

"Can you help me?" She asked, offering her hand up. Smiling, I took it and guided her towards all of my man juices, letting her scoop it all up.

"All gone?" She asked, looking at the load on her fingers.

"That's your lot." I said, with a satisfied grin on my face.

"Fuck me you gave me a lot." She said with a smile, sucking the digits in her mouth.

"Well... I try my best." I said with a grin as she tossed her hair back and rolled over to look at me. 

"Snuggle with me?" She asked, her large eyes putting on the puppy dog act. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was close to half twelve. I had plenty of time. I nodded and moved up beside her, opening my arms up she crawled in and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her and we simply held each other. I'm not sure what happened next because we both fell asleep. When I woke up, Miley was sucking my cock lightly, she was lying on the bed idly, and her ankles were crossed over as she stirred me awake.

"Nina's awake in the next room. She wants to know where you are." She said, noticing that I was awake. 

"Right... Do you have my clothes?" I asked, noticing they weren't where I kicked them. 

"Yeah, they're over there." She said with a smile, motioning to the corner. She hopped up off of the bed and walked over; then, bending at the hip she bent over and picked them up. Her ass looked great like that and she noticed me noticing her.

"Well, maybe next time I'm around you can get a go?" She said with a smile. Tossing me the clothes, I got dressed and found Nina who was still quite sleepy.

"Ready to go home honey?" I asked, she smiled and nodded her head. "Alright then, thank the nice people."

Nina did so, like a little trooper. She thanked every one in the room and wanted to thank Miley, but Heather explained to her that she was sleeping now and couldn't be disturbed.

Nina nodded and climbed into my arms. Walking out, we got into the limo to take us back home. Reaching into my pocket, I quickly looked through my wallet and saw that all my cards were missing. I was about to ask the driver to turn round when I saw a piece of paper tucked away where my notes should be.

Taking it out, I read it silently.

"Oh my. Where have they all gone? If you drop off your sister and check your phone out maybe Miley could tell you?" It was a very feminine handwriting and I assumed it was Miley's. Flipping open my phone, I saw my new background was Miley with all of my cards in her mouth, biting on them teasingly.

'Right, once I drop Nina off, she'll get it again.' I thought to myself, smiling at the thought of what we may get up to.

~END~

Yeah it's the end. Who knows? If I get enough feedback, maybe Ben will make it back to the hotel in time? Maybe some other Disney brat will be there with Miley? Feedback and, well I, will tell!



Making Mom



This tale of my incestuous relationship with my mother differs in two ways from most incest stories on this site. First, this story is true. Whether the reader chooses to believe it isn't my concern. Secondly, mine is not a tale of some teenager with a monster (?) cock and a mother who swoons as soon as she sees it. Rather, this is the account of how I seduced my mother when I was 32, married with two kids, and mom was 49. She was the mother of three—myself, the oldest, and my brother and sister, then ages 29 and 27.

I fucked my mother for nineteen years, until she died unexpectedly in her sleep at age 68. Somehow, we managed to keep it a secret (or so we thought) during that entire time. We couldn't fuck often, but when we did, it was heaven for both of us—something which never grew routine, something we both looked forward to.

But I need to start at the beginning.

My mother became pregnant with me when she was only seventeen, married my father and had a good marriage with him until he simply dropped dead at work when I was a mere lad of six. After all these years, I recall him only somewhat vaguely. What I do remember clearly is crying my heart out, sitting on my mother's lap after he died, my face buried in her ample bosom. I never got her fragrance and the softness of those tits out of my mind. I also remember being insanely jealous of my newly-borne sister enjoying the pleasure of breast feeding at the time. I so much wanted to be able to suck on those tits too, to have my mother coo over me. The last time I was to see her tits until much later in life was the day I pushed my sucking sister's head aside and clamped my mouth on mom's tit. She gasped but did let me nurse for a minute before gently pulling her nipple from my mouth, telling me I couldn't do that.

She was careful not to let me see her breastfeeding again. But the rapturous feeling of sucking on that tit never left me. Maybe that's what drove me to desire her so over the years.

Susan (my mother's name) did have nice breasts—she eventually told me they were 32C-as well as the nice body to go with them. Always the athletic type, she kept more or less trim during her lifetime. Perhaps because of her small-boned body and lack of height—she was maybe all of 5'6"—that she never weighed over 110 pounds. I already towered over her well before I entered my teens. Her hair was thick, a shiny, dark chestnut brown and semi-curly, giving rise to my constant teen-age fantasy that her cunt hair had to be of the same luxuriant growth.

After the death of my father, my mother had to take a job clerking at a clothing store just to keep food on the table. Things were really tight financially and we managed to scrape by only because my mother's aunt baby-sat the three of us kids for nothing when my mother was working. Mom'ss helped her with groceries and added to our meager wardrobes on birthdays and at Christmas. We were stuck in a revolving door going nowhere. We kept going nowhere until I was sixteen.

That's when Halston, or Hal as everybody called him, entered the picture. He was a jerk, a philanderer, a cheat, and most likely a crook as well. But Hal had money. I guess he too was taken by my mother's ready smile and her thirty-four-year-old inviting body. He wined her and dined her. His attention to her was unrelenting. Eventually, Mom apparently gave into the idea that Hal wasn't so bad and that he at least provided an avenue to escape a life of poverty. So even though he was twenty-two years her senior and had a reputation for chasing women, mom threw in the towel and married the bastard.

I hated him from the word go. The worst part was having to listen to their bed rocking late at night. I knew he was fucking my mother and the thought of his cock inside her intensified my hatred. The worst part was when the sound of the squeaking bed intensified, followed by Hal's inevitable grunting, a signal that he had emptied another load into her body.

But to keep the peace, I tried to be civil. I think the reason he gave me a go-fer job at his office had as much to do with buying my civility as much as a desire to provide me with spending money. But the civility ended about six months into their marriage when I walked without knocking into his secretary's office late one afternoon. I had merely come to empty the wastebaskets, part of my job. I thought everyone had gone home. But there he was, standing behind her, bent over her seated form, her blouse half unbuttoned, his hands hidden in her bra, massaging her tits.

I froze when I saw them. Tess, his secretary, tried to stand but he just pushed her back into the chair, his hands still clamped on her massive cones.

"Hal, for God sakes stop it," she squeaked, her face beet red.

So it's "Hal," and not Mr. ___ when they are alone, was my thought. I was frozen in my tracks trying to comprehend what I was seeing.

"Come here, you little bastard," barked Hal. "Anyone ever taught you to knock? You like to look at tits, don't you? I've seen you looking at your mothers. Well here. Look at these," as he unsnapped Tess'es front-closure bra and squeezed her tits together, her nipples erect, either from his earlier efforts or from embarrassment. "Don't these beat what you mom has," he leered at me.

Now I wanted to kill him. I ran to grab him. Tess screamed. And just as I reached for his throat, he gave me a knee in the groin, catching me in both balls. I dropped to the floor writhing in agony.

"You better keep your fucking mouth shut too," was his response as he grabbed my hair and viciously slammed my head onto the floor. "Good for nothing little cocksucker."

When I regained my senses, Hal was gone, Tess bent over me, asking if I was okay. Her tits practically hung in my face but I wasn't interested. I thought I would die from the pain. I think Tess actually feared I might die. I just clutched my balls and moaned. Eventually, she helped me into her chair and only then, reassured my life seemed to be out of danger, started to stuff herself back into her clothing.

"Please don't tell anyone," she begged. "My husband would kill me if he found out. And I don't think your mom would be too happy either. Please, Ben...."

I just started shuffling towards the door and didn't look back. When I finally got home, Hal was there. He listened to me tell my mother that I had a gut ache and was going to lie down. I never went back to the job. I hardly ever spoke to him again. But from then on, I always knew what he had been doing those nights when he came home late from work....

The years went by. I left home, did the college thing, got married, had two kids. My wife, Cathy, was from the neighboring town. "Blond," smallish bust, conservative. Her breasts were 32 Cs, with nice nipples but much paler than I remembered my mother's dark, areolas. Her hair was a brown-dyed-blond and as thick as my mother's, maybe that was one reason I found her so attractive. Cathy was a great mother and wife. With an outgoing personality and winsome smile, she was a favorite at social gatherings. But she wasn't my mother, the woman I had always secretly wanted to marry.

Cathy didn't like oral. She would suck my cock on "special occasions" even though I could tell she didn't like doing it. She made sure to quit sucking long before I could cum in her mouth. She cared even less for the rare occasions when she would let me eat her pussy, tensed up, and tried to get me to stop before I really got started. And I loved oral, the taste of female secretions like honey to me. Anal was out of the question, but it wasn't something I was really in to, just something I wanted to try. One time—and one time only—I managed to get the head of my cock in her ass before she pulled away as though I had stuck her with a red hot iron. Language? She refused to call her organs cunt or pussy. She cringed when I called her a cocksucker when that was what she was doing. The only word she thought proper to use was "fuck," and I think she used that only because she knew it turned me on when she kept "begging" me to fuck her when I was buried in her cunt.

Otherwise, like I said, a good wife and mother. But the woman I really dreamed of fucking was the one whose tit I had sucked way back when. I often fantasized it was she urging me to fuck her when I was pounding Cathy's pussy, that it was my mother's tits I was nuzzling....

Perhaps I should insert here a description of how Cathy's and my sex life progressed. After the kids were born, she essentially lost the little interest she had in doing anything erotic. Using typical male reasoning, I thought that if she could see others fucking, she might turn on to the idea. So I bought a porno video which showed all the possibilities. We often watched a "normal" tape when the kids were away at grandma's or attending a sleepover. I prepared for what I hoped would be a hot night of unbridled sex by reserving a table at the usual expensive restaurant, opening a second bottle of her favorite wine at home, using low level lighting to set the mood. After putting on our pajamas and robes, we sat on the couch together and I started the video playing. It took her only a few minutes to determine that this was not a Walt Disney production. She started crying, and stormed from the room. Needless to say, when I joined her in bed later, the cold shoulder she presented only added to the chill of an atmosphere which lasted for days.

Maybe three weeks later, I tried again, practically begging her to at least try watching and reassuring her that it wasn't the porno actresses whose bodies I wanted, but hers. To my surprise and delight, she watched almost the entire production and (although she would never admit to it) I found obvious signs that she was turned on by what she was watching. I waited until well into the video before I began to caress her breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard. When I caressed her crotch, her pussy was already wet. We never finished the video that night. I eventually switched off the TV, led her into the bedroom, and did enjoy a good fuck. She even let me eat her pussy for several minutes.

It eventually became a routine, even though, with two kids, the opportunities were limited. Nice meal, glass or two of wine, hot shower, video. She—without fail—was much more open to sex on those evenings. While watching the videos, I took note of when she was getting into it, then—when I began fondling her breasts—directed her hand to her pussy, where eventually she began masturbating. I think she hoped I wouldn't notice. I guess frigging herself was not in the scheme of what she thought a proper lady would do. She especially seemed excited (in her quiet way) by lesbian scenes or those of some big-cocked black stud having his way with a white woman. Later, when we made love I often tried to get her to close her eyes and fantasize that it was a black cock that was going to cum in her pussy, something which always seemed to get her a bit hotter, to fuck a bit harder, although she adamantly denied she would ever want to be fucked by a black man. Although the videos didn't turn her into the sexual partner I wanted her to be, but they did mark an improvement.

So, anyway. Back to the story.

Eventually, Hal got sick and died. God knows how many different women he had fucked while married to my mother. When he finally did die, not even my mother really cared anymore. I guess she too had long since figured out why he worked so late so often at the office and took so many out-of-town overnight business trips.

When my magical day arrived, it was so much easier than I had ever thought.

Several months after Hal's death, mother had asked me if I might make the 180 mile journey to her place in order to help sort through everything that her former pack-rat husband had collected during the years they were together. It was a job that needed to be done so I agreed to devote a three-day weekend to the effort, arriving late Friday night. She seemed a new woman. The years of putting up with Hal's cheating were over. She was free again, but this time with plenty of money to live on. We talked late into the night. When we finally turned in, I held her tight, kissed her gently on the neck and told her I never wanted to let go. My cock was beginning to harden just from holding her. Whether she noticed or not, I didn't know. She gave me a squeeze, a peck on the cheek, and a whispered "Good night, Ben."

On Saturday, we got an early start. Our mission: clean the huge garage, piled high with everything under the sun, including countless boxes of business records. It was a blisteringly hot July day. We grunted and groaned and sweated. Although I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, I was also distracted by the nearness of mom's body. Her shorts showed off her tanned thighs quite nicely; her sleeveless T gave me glimpses of her bra and made me wish I could see the treasures it held. I was rewarded by occasional inadvertent tit rubs when we would work together to pull boxes from the overhead shelving. For me, those touches were bliss. From time to time, we sat in front of a high speed fan to cool off. Each time, as the air evaporated our sweat, I could see her nipples getting hard. It was a maddeningly erotic sight.

We finally called it a day in the early evening. Mom was already complaining of a lower backache from all the lifting. We were tired, sweaty, and starved. We celebrated our efforts with a gin and tonic (heavy on the gin), then I agreed to grill steaks while mom made a salad. The food hit the spot as did the second drink we had with it. She declined a third.

Mom was already getting more than a bit punchy as she normally doesn't drink much or often. When she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, I could feel her tits innocently mashing against my chest. I had to have this woman I had always desired.

I suggested we grab a shower, watch a video to relax, and then I would give her one of my "world famous" backrubs. Sounded good to her. I had brought a variety of videos with me from my collection. The one I carefully chose was suggestive without being pornographic. I knew she would never go for that—at least not at this stage. This flick featured several scenes of passionate kissing, heavy breathing, and the two stars winding up in bed together doing more of the same until they turned out the lights. It actually had a storyline and featured an uplifting ending. An innocent enough selection, but one which I calculated would further my ultimate purpose. I prayed it would get her motor running so as to be more receptive to what I hoped would follow.

To complete the preparations, I opened a bottle of champagne and made sure her glass was never empty. Before the movie was over, we were on our second bottle. Mom was quickly becoming drunk. During the more passionate scenes, I noticed she was breathing more rapidly and was squirming ever so slightly. She also would take another big gulp of champagne each time things got hot. I was positive she had had no sexual stimulation for some time, unless she was doing herself. That is, of course, something one can never tell, but I chose to doubt it. I just sat next to her on the couch, our legs and feet touching as we shared the footstool, my arm around her, my hand gently stroking her upper arm. The light blanket we shared to protect us from the coolness of the air-conditioned room added to the sense of intimacy.

When the movie ended, she announced with a yawn that she had to turn in before she passed out. I reminded her of the backrub and insisted she had to have one if we were going to continue working tomorrow. Although she protested that she was too tired, she finally relented. I told her to go lay on her bed. I would get a large towel and my oil. She was weaving as she made her way into the bedroom, now and then touching the wall for guidance and support.

When I entered her room with yet another glass of champagne for her, she was lying on her stomach under the glare of the ceiling light, fully clothed in her robe and nightgown. I turned her table lamp on low, killed the overhead light, and informed her that the oil wasn't going to work too well with her robe on. At first she was adamant about keeping it on. But as I straddled her upper legs and slowly started to kneed her shoulder muscles, I gently convinced her to remove the robe.

She finally agreed, but not before asking me to look away. I told her the nightgown would have to go too, at least from her waist up, but she could cover with the beach towel. She paused at that suggestion, turned her head, and just looked at me with her big blue eyes. Even though she was dead drunk, I wondered if she was beginning to become suspicious. Had she felt my cock the night before? Were warning signals flashing in her brain? I saw my opportunity evaporating. I needed her cooperation to get started. Rape was not an option. This was my mother. What I wanted from her is what I hoped she would want from me.

Then she surprised me. She again asked me to look away. I climbed off her legs and busied myself by studying the wallpaper. She did as I had suggested, somehow slipping her shoulders out of her gown, lowering it around her waist. When she told me she was ready, I turned to find her again on her stomach, covered to her neck with the towel. I offered her another sip of champagne and as she reached for the glass, the towel began to slip from her shoulders giving me a partial glimpse of those wonderful tits I had always longed to see, to feel, to suck. Her thinking was getting more clouded by the minute. Normally, she would have been more careful to ensure that she had covered herself.

I began to massage just her upper back and shoulders with oil. It didn't take long before she was purring, she said it felt so good. I used my movements to ever so slowly and innocently work the towel lower. Five minutes later she was exposed from the waist up. As she lay on her stomach, beginning to fall asleep, I could see her tits pushing out to the side.

I finally pulled the towel (and her bunched up nightgown) beyond the swell of her hips, half way down her butt. She stiffened for a minute until I assured her that I just wanted to work her lower back and didn't want oil on her gown. Massaging her hips from her spine outward, downward to the bed was a massive turn-on. My cock was more than ready, pushing out against my pajamas and I knew my pre-cum was beginning to flow. I hoped hers was too. She was beginning to breath more rapidly.

Finally, I again worked my way up her back, working in ever larger circles. My path quickly included her rib slats, my fingertips just touching the side fat of her tits. Her respirations increased in speed and intensity. She cleared her throat and suggested that maybe it was time to stop. It was a critical moment.

Time to go for broke.

"Mom," I said, my voice cracking with passion. "You haven't had any physical attention from Hal for a long time, have you."

The seconds passed slowly before she found her voice. "No, I haven't, but that's because he was sick for so long and because ...." her voice trailed off.

I asked her if what I was doing felt good as I continued to work her sides, including the sides of her tits. She simply nodded and raised herself unsteadily to take another sip of champagne. As she lowered herself again to the bed, I slipped my hands down to cup her tits, my thumb and index finger seeking out and quickly squeezing her already erect nipples.

She, perhaps understandably, freaked. Forgetting she was bare from the waist up, she rolled onto her back, sat up, and pulled the towel up to her neck. I got my first full look at her tits, capped with dark brown nipples that seemed a half inch long.