0 comments/ 92089 views/ 5 favorites Dear Diary Ch. 01 By: Kelli Bleu The following is an excerpt from the author's diary... or is it just a fantasy? I'll leave you to decide :) Either way, if you like it, please vote for it, and feel free to drop me a line! xoxo Kel :) May 12 The first entry of a new year always excites me! It's like some sort of rite of passage, or a sign that time is moving on, or something like that. This is an even bigger event, since this diary will probably take me from now, my senior year in high school, into the beginning of my freshman year in college... I can't wait for that freedom! Anyway, let me start like I do every year. As I look in the mirror, I see looking back at me an average looking girl, about 5-5, 110 lbs. my red hair (dyed) reaches halfway down my back now in ragged curls (artificial)... maybe I should cut it. my eyes are somewhere between blue and brown, depending on my mood, right now they are dark blue. My half shirt shows off my belly button ring nicely. I have a good chest, and a better butt, and my clothes show that off pretty well. my parents hate that. my skin is good, I'm healthy, what more can a girl want? I've got a boyfriend named Jason, a twin brother named Randolph, an older sister named Christine, and a younger sister named Ellen. And, as you know, dear diary, I'm Kelli. Oh yeah, my ears are pierced twice each, high and low, and I really want a tattoo, but Dad won't let me have one. did I mention I can't wait until college? That's all for now... I'm going on a date tonight with Jason, his friend Anthony, and Anthony's girlfriend. I think we're going to a movie or something. More later! XOXO Kel :) May 13 Diary, you will not believe what happened last night! I got into a fight with my boyfriend, that asshole, which was bad, but the other thing that happened was so amazing I haven't been able to tell anyone! The four of us went to the drive in. Jason drove, I was in the front of the car with him, Anthony and Michelle were in the back. Anthony's cute, in a tall dark sort of way, and really well built, he lifts weights a lot. A little too muscular, I think. Michelle is a tiny thing, like 5-2 or so, with really big boobs, very styled hair, and lots of makeup. Jason, my now EX boyfriend, is really sexy, a swimmer's body all long and lean, very blond and... I'll miss him... Okay, I'm better now. I can finish my story. The movie was just an excuse to make out, and I was kissing Jason and it was real hot, and his hands were under my shirt, and mine under his, which is as far as we ever go. Things were weird though because of Anthony and Michelle in the back, and I had to stop him, and turn back to the movie, trying to ignore the sounds of their making out. Jason was mad, but I knew he'd get over it. I guess I must have fallen asleep or something, because the next thing I knew, I was alone in the front seat, Jason had left. Shifting quietly to a more comfortable position, I caught sight of what was going on in the rearview mirror and froze, unable to look away, the sleepiness falling away immediately. What my eyes had locked onto was Anthony's huge cock. I'd felt Jason's before, through his jeans while we were making out, but this was the first one I'd seen in person. I didn't know they were that big! As I moved a little to get a better look I saw Michelle's fist sliding up and down it really slowly. My ears started to focus in a little, and I could hear Anthony's heavy breathing as Michelle stroked him. I couldn't believe they were doing this with me only 3 feet away! My eyes were glued, watching him quiver with each stroke, wondering how soon until... Then Anthony whispered softly. "suck it, babe." I think I gasped out loud, but they didn't seem to notice. I was getting really excited myself as I continued to watch. I heard Michelle answer "no.. someone will see us." I could hear in her voice that she was turned on big time, it was real deep and husky, and her hand started to stroke him faster and harder, her fist clenching around his pole. "no one will see us, chelle, and you know you want to... do it" Anthony whispered again. I heard a zipper, michelle's, had to be, and then michelle moaned "oh, yeah... right there..." I could only see Anthony's dick in the mirror, and not all of it, the angle was all wrong. I shifted around softly, frustrated, until I could see most of it, michelle's closed fist sliding up and down quickly, the top of it gleaming wetly, Anthony's hips bucking into michelle's hand. michelle moaned again, and she breathed "deeper." Anthony's whispered reply "then suck it." I heard a gasp from michelle as if something had suprised her, perhaps a special touch from Anthony, then a rustle of movement. The first thing I saw of michelle besides her hand was her ruby-lipstick-coated lips as they wrapped around the top of Anthony's cock. I moaned softly, I was getting so turned on I could barely handle it. I'd always wanted to do this stuff, but was too scared, or too cold, or not turned on enough, or the time wasn't right, or something. watching michelle and anthony had me hotter than I'd ever been, and all I wanted to do was jump in the back with them and have anthony take me... anyway. I watched, my tongue wetting my dry lips, as Michelle's crimson lips slid down, and down, and down, finally touching the flesh at the base of his huge tool, Anthony's indrawn breath as the last centimeter slipped inside, his hands visible now on the top of her head, pushing before, now resting as she slipped back upwards ever so slowly. I could see her tongue moving against her cheeks as she released him, inch by creeping inch. I tried to keep my breathing steady as she slid off of him and started to coat him with her tongue, licking up and down, then taking just the top in her mouth, whipping it with her tongue, her hand at work again lower down, stroking as she sucked. Occasionally she would moan with him in her mouth; he must have been pleasuring her with one hand while her mouth caressed him. My mouth was dry and my body screaming as I watched, pretending to sleep, my first experience with real sex - i've never even seen a hardcore movie! The moans started coming faster from both of them as michelle did things with her mouth I'd never even thought of in my hottest fantasies. I couldn't stop my hand from pressing against my damp shorts, and my very soft moans were hidden by the sounds of michelle's sucking and anthony's gasping. Michelle's hand and mouth were moving really fast now, and anthony's breathing was heavier than i've ever heard. she was moaning constantly around the tool in her mouth, repeatedly taking it all in her mouth then sliding it out, then diving on it again. I felt like I was going to pass out watching them, when suddenly there was silence, like everyone in the car was holding their breath. Then Anthony moaned "yes, yes, oh, yeah!" the last word an explosion of breath. I watched Michelle try to recoil and pull off of the rod embedded deep in her throat, but Anthony's hands held her head in place as his hips pistoned into her mouth in time with his heavy breaths. My mouth opened in a wordless yell as I shook with a small orgasm triggered by Anthony's climax. Michelle got the worst of the deal. I shifted my view in time to watch as Anthony finally released her and she whipped him out of her mouth, coughing and wiping her lips. I heard a loud thump which I think was her punching Anthony as she whispered furiously "you FUCK. I TOLD you not to cum in my mouth!", folowed by another thump and Anthony's laughter. "I'll go get you a drink" he mumbled, still laughing. I heard and felt him leave the car, and heard Michelle's zipper as she fixed herself up. I could almost feel her looking at me, checking to see if I was still asleep. I must have passed inspection, because she didn't say anything. I don't think I can finish the story tonight, diary. I'm kind of worked up, not really in a good way, just thinking about what comes next. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow. kel :) * * * * * To Be Continued.... Dear Diary Ch. 01 The last time I remember having used or even seen my old diary was about four years ago, after my husband and I got married and found a new home. It was a new start for me; I did not feel the need to have to mark down every single event of my married life. I was on a path into a new territory, and I would remember everything. Every minute, day, and occurrence, every happy moment, probably every bad moment, too, everything would get imprinted in my memory. Or so I thought. Years went by and I started thinking of my good old diary again. At first, I believed I had misplaced it in one of the moving boxes and since there were still a few that have not been emptied even after all this time, I believed it still might be there. Of course the old memories did not escape me, but I wanted to refresh them. I wanted to remember how my mind used to work and perceive life. I really yearned to see how much I have forgotten and how good my selective memory had become. Mike always claimed that I was an expert at remembering only what I wanted to. I have to admit that despite loving Mike more than I had ever loved anyone in my life, there are moments when I daydream back into the past and think of previous relationships. Later on I might dismiss those thoughts as ludicrous, but in times of dwelling, my mood is dangerously aloof and should I have an opportunity to do it all over again with one or two lovers from my past life right there and then, I probably would. Last week, we had decided that due to sharing our little home with three dogs and two cats, it was becoming too crowded, and we agreed to remodel the closed-in patio, which now served as a storage and dumping place and rebuild it into an additional room. We were to have a garage sale and get rid of as much junk as possible, and if lucky, make some money on the side, too. Besides our workout equipment, which basically served as a dust collector, old clothes that were too small or too old to wear but still too dear to be discarded, some atrocious furniture, which we were simply too lazy to throw out, I had found three boxes from the time of our initial move, packed to the brim with books. I dug into the boxes with great pleasure, as I had hoped to find books that I might want to re-read, and probably some that were never even cracked open, bought on one of my impulsive binges and stored for the later times when I would have more time to devote to them. As I was emptying the last of the boxes containing old sci-fi novels, which I seriously suspected would be the first ones to be designated as items for sale the following weekend, to my great amazement, I saw my old diary, it’s cover faded and with traces of coffee stains, laying on the bottom, dusty and alone. My heart jumped with excitement and I eagerly took it out of its prolonged imprisonment, pressing it to my chest and closing my eyes in silent gratitude. It had an odd smell of staleness, the texture of its cover familiar to my fingers. I had kept a meticulous diary when it was first given to me, after which it lay discarded for years. It had been a gift from my mother, who brought it from her honeymoon in Italy after she married my step dad George. It was a combination of an address book, diary and a notebook, the size of a big paperback and just as thick, and if I was to use it as a chronicle of my young life, I could have probably squeezed in a few years, because as a teenager I had allowed myself very little fun and didn’t date at all. The cover of the book was a mixture of soft pastels; peach and pink running into pistachio green and baby blue. In the middle of the cover was an upright oval circle with the cartoon picture of Holly Hobbie, who at the time was the rave among young girls, just as Pokemon might be for kids today, or Jessica Simpson for the teenagers. On my book, Holly is wearing a big blue sunbonnet and a patchwork pinafore, happily strolling through the meadow with a wicker basket hanging over her arm filled with what looked like small field flowers. The sweet innocence of the girl had reminded me of my early years with heavy nostalgia. The image itself made me miss my school friends, most of who still live in a small town thousands of miles away from Chicago where I had moved when I began college never to return. It made me miss my mom, who had since remarried for the third time, my ex-step dad George and his quiet kindness, my sisters Hope and Alison, who were always in my hair and on my case, feeling that the simple fact of being older than me allowed them to do so. As I started college, I again made use of my diary, carefully documenting all my escapades, mainly with guys, turning my innocent little diary into an erotic confessionary, always terrified that a pair of uninvited eyes might take a peek. I placed the book in my lap and opened it, immediately cringing in embarrassment. Over twenty years ago when I was fourteen, I had a huge crush on Rick Springfield, and his image was the first I saw. Actually, it must have been some thirty images of him, plastered all over the first two pages. Black and white pictures from the newspapers, colored ones from the magazines, overlapping in a shabby-chic array, which is very tiresome to the eye. Rick Springfield wearing a red leather jacket, Rick in a black T-shirt, Rick at a concert, caught in midair, kicking his legs to one side, his head flung back, clutching on a guitar, his long hair waving wildly, Rick on a motorcycle, Rick in doctor’s scrubs from the General Hospital, young Rick, older Rick, Rick wearing glasses, Rick wearing shades… Rick, Rick, Rick. “Yuck!” I giggled. What was I thinking to be this obsessed by somebody who was not a reality, at least not to me? No wonder I never dated properly! I turned the page only to find more Rick, now becoming seriously annoyed over my own stupidity. “Glad I’m over that one!” I chuckled, finally reaching the double page with no Rick’s pictures on it. Instead, the left side held two yearly calendars, 1981 and 1982, the opposite continued with calendars of 83 and 84, each one occupying half a page. There were no spaces for writing, just numbers; for each year, three months in a row, four in a column, Saturdays and Sundays in grey, weekdays in black and holidays in red. Many of the festive days I didn’t recognize and it dawned on me that they must have been Italian, therefore unfamiliar. In May, June and July of 1981 I appeared to have been very conscientious, carefully circling five or six days in a row of each month with a red pen, obviously the days of my periods. After July however, there was no more markings until September of 1983, and they continued for another four months after which seizing altogether. I have never been consistent and disciplined with anything, even the tracking of my own periods. That is why I had so many scares later in life when I thought I was in my “safe” days and had had unprotected sex, only to sweat a number of sleepless nights, praying to God in whom I didn’t believe anyway, promising I’d do anything, just please, please, PLEASE, don’t let me be pregnant. The thought that I might be chancing something worse than pregnancy never occurred to me in those days. I shook my head in disbelief and turned another page. Here, more detailed calendars began; the ones where each month takes the whole page, each day in a margin of its own, so that one can scribble in notes and reminders. Again, May and June of 81 were full, written all over with my awkward, still childish hand, using different colors, from red, blue and black, to green and purple, which at the time were the peak of sophistication for a teenager. Math test; History test; Chemistry test; English and German tests in one day. I wondered how I ever managed to keep my sanity with all this testing forced upon my obviously completely immature brain. The rest of the notes were inevitably pertaining to birthdays, a very important event in a young girl’s life, especially her own. Danielle BD – January 23rd; Daria BD – March 9th; Cynthia BD – March 23rd; Bo-Jane BD – October 2nd; Janie BD – October 11th; Zora BD – October 22nd; Tania BD – October 24th and then again 25th. I was obviously not certain when Tania’s birthday was, and to this day I still don’t now. Mom BD – October 26th; Dad BD – December 25th. Surprisingly, there were no notes on when my sisters’ birthdays were. They must have pissed me off enough not to include them with the rest of the gang in my precious book. And of course, there was my birthday: Nikkie BD – April 4th. Why I had to mark my own special day like that I cannot explain. It’s just something a teenage girl does. Call it egocentric but I’m almost willing to bet that if you peep into a diary of your little sister, your daughter or even in your own, in case you’ve saved it from a long time ago, theirs or your name would be proudly written in the margin which represented the happy day, probably using one of the cool colors, like green or purple. To my defense, I have also included names of the celebrities of whom I knew shared my birthday: Maya Angelou, Anthony Perkins, Christine Lahti and Muddy Waters. I was always most proud to point out that Miss Angelou was born on the same day as me! Muddy I only knew by name, but have gathered early in life that his music had made him a legend of blues, - or was it jazz? - and therefore decided to include him, too. Again, let’s not forget the teenage egocentricity. I also wondered over the need to include the ‘BD’ after each name. Even after all these years, having missed some twenty celebrations of each of the people that I had so faithfully marked down, I still know their birthdays by heart. I might not always bother to call or send a card, but I do remember them on their special days. I glanced over August and cringed. Of course I couldn’t have missed Rick Springfield and his BD on the 23rd! After flicking through the margined calendars – there were only years 81 and 82, obviously book makers were hoping that a girl would either get too bored with that one and buy a new one, or worse still be so productive that she would completely fill it out and would absolutely need another – the part with addresses followed. Half a page was devoted to each letter, X, Y and Z sharing the same half. Obviously, there are not too many people in the Italian world with first or last names beginning with those letters. My XYZ box only held one name, address and phone number – Zora. The friend with BD on October 22nd. I don’t remember drinking heavily at the tender age of fourteen, but should one browse through my address book, one would be certain that I had a serious problem with departmentalizing. I could tell which names were scribbled in first; they were all written in blue colored pen, each properly sorted by the last name and I must have put a lot of effort and care into my handwriting, as despite looking unaesthetic now, it appears to be somewhat consistent and eligible. The next batch was sorted by the first names, handwriting already deteriorating, colors varying. After getting tired of orderliness, I just wrote names as they came, filling out the blank spaces that were available, starting in the A box. Dolores Anderson, Cynthia Axelrod, Abigail Matthews, and Aimee Stephenson shared this particular space with Maryanne Pinsky, Laurie Kinnard and Xenia, whom despite the uniqueness of her name and all my best efforts, I cannot recall. Personal information packed boxes all the way to and including F, after which only the names from the “first” and “second” batches, when I was still trying to maintain some kind of order were dotting the pages. I nostalgically noted that each name held one or at the most two phone numbers – home and maybe a second home if the person was a victim of divorced parents. No cell phone numbers present; early 80s were blessedly lacking those most convenient, yet annoying little suckers. The most bizarre thing that I had noticed when skimming over the names of my friends was that they all lived on the same street as me, only one or two doors down, some even in my apartment building, which made careful marking of each address, including zip code completely redundant. I suppose in those tender years I still displayed the ambition for some sort of organized arrangement, which later in life I have never quite achieved. Again shaking my head in amazement, I quickly browsed through the address book pages until I came to the notebook part. A bust picture of smiling Rick Springfield, his perfect hair obviously fan blown with a painstaking care, his pearly whites sparkling with an unnatural glow, a trace of eyeliner and soft rouge nearly made me drop the book back in the box and forget about it forever. I remember this particular picture of Rick used to be my favorite. Instead, I turned the page. In an obviously more mature handwriting, which I recognized as mine, but a few years older than the one used for address and BD entries, there were lists upon lists upon lists. Just as in my early teenage years I had been obsessed with addresses, which later on turned into compulsion to make extensive notes on things that I felt I needed to buy, read, research, record, and see. Also, there were lists of things I did – again, mainly books I have read and movies I have seen. I have obviously just finished and been impressed with Philip Jose Farmer’s ‘Riverworld Novels Series’ and had planned to dig into Tolkien next. I have devoured volumes of Jean Plaidy books and was getting ready to read Victoria Holt afterwards – I cringed. Loving Stephen King, I have hoped that Clive Barker would turn out to be just as good if not better. Each title of the book that I had read had a little check mark next to it. I suspect that different colors used were some sort of color code, which would reveal of how good or bad I thought the story was, but I can’t remember the details of its legend now. The list of my favorite songs reads like a compilation of 80s music – Human League, Spandau Ballet, Soft Cell, Alison Moyet, and Eurythmics. Notably, American music was not very dear to my heart. Skipping over a few more pages of books, music and movies, which by now have revealed that my taste in written, sang and filmed art had been quite poor, I stumbled upon yet another list. This one made me shudder and then giggle. A list of baby names. Despite the fact that even as early as my late teens I had decided that I didn’t want any kids – and have to proudly point out that this had been one of the very few things in life I had avoided to change my mind about – there were two full pages of boy and girl names. Saffron, Siobhan, Sinead, Taraya, Tamara, Tiyana and Tahar – apparently very impressed by the names beginning in S or T; Maya, Farida, Farrah, Zala, Masika, Khepri, Anat, Matuya followed those, and the list went on and on. I was not even certain if they were all real names found in a book, or whether they were just a fruit of my imagination. I was not interested to put myself through the same torture with the list of boys’ names. I flipped a few pages. Recipes – did I really believe I could learn the simple and yet complicated art of cooking? Most of the recipes had an accompanying marginal note of “difficult”. I went forward. I stumbled upon a complete list of English kings and queens from 1250 AD to the present time. I vaguely remembered a paper that I had worked on for weeks regarding the subject. I skipped on. My own makeshift vocabulary of words that I came across when reading and didn’t understand, their meanings and examples in sentences carefully jotted next to them. One of them being saturnine, a word that had a nice ring to my ear, even though its meaning was less than cheerful. I went forward. Another list of books, this one for the curriculum requirement. Dostoyevski, Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Wilde and Joyce. No wonder I was ‘saturnine’ during my teenage years. I vaguely remembered that there should have been something more inside my book, something very personal and hopefully after all these years amusing to read. Where was it, though? I kept flipping the pages, two, three, ten, twenty at the time. The book was more voluminous that I had expected. It seemed like I had acquired a mass of computer data information and wrote it down for future reference. Then, I remembered what I used to do when writing secret things down. I closed the diary and with the back cover facing me, turned it upside down. Now I opened it again and bingo. Here was what I had been looking for. My clandestine life, hidden from my family and usually from most of my friends, too. To an untrained eye, the writings were a complete nonsense. To a person with passion for puzzles it would have been instantly clear that this was written in a code. My own – not hard to break, should someone take time and effort to do so. Certainly not interesting enough to my sisters who were nosy, constantly snooping around, yet too lazy to attempt the deciphering. Even I couldn’t read it smoothly any longer. I paused for a moment, seriously considering whether I had time to do this. I was supposed to be cleaning out the patio room in an attempt to get things ready for the weekend. However, this was too much of a temptation. I placed the book on an old coffee table and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of hot chocolate and find a pen. I would need to write it all down if I wanted to be able to read it again. Now at least I understood that Mike had never read it. He wouldn’t have the time or energy to do a complicated task of code breaking, no matter how interested in my life before him. I returned with a mug of hot chocolate, can of soda and plate of sandwiches with their crusts cut off, exactly as I liked them. I had completely given up on any kind of work in the patio storage for the day. The task that I was about to undertake would devour most of the day; hopefully, I’d be able to finish before Mike came home from work. Sheba, my longhaired grey cat brushed against my leg and quietly meowed, requesting to be given some attention. “Come on, pretty girl.” I said, picking her up and pressing a loud smooch on her beautiful head. “You can stay, but I need a promise that you won’t tell on me. This is just between us girls, eh?” I looked deep into her intoxicating green eyes and as if answering, she purred softly. “Alright, then.” I said, opening my dear diary. I ripped out a clean sheet of paper and wrote down an entire alphabet. Underneath, I wrote another set, this time moving the first letter three spaces to the left, which is how I constructed my code. The letters read: A B C D E F G x y z a b c d For each A in a word I used X, for B letter Y and so on. Like I said, nothing to prove me a genius, yet clever enough to keep my secrets to secretive. The first page was titled ARHB – October 1985. I didn’t need to de-code that one. I knew exactly what it meant. It was about Duke, the guy I lost my virginity to. October 1985 was when it happened. For a moment I seriously considered abandoning the project of prying into my past. Was it wise to do so? Then, I though: ‘too late to turn back now’. My curiosity had been aroused and I wanted to relive the moments of my firsts. I took a sip of hot chocolate and dug into work. It had taken a good hour to finish the first diary entry, but after a couple of paragraphs I refreshed my memory on the code that I was almost able to read it without a problem, just as I used to, almost twenty years ago. Dear Diary Ch. 01 Author's Note: I always thought it might be fun to write a story in diary form... so here goes. This chapter is more of an introducation, although there is some mastubation and toy play. We'll be delving deep by the next chapter though... Enjoy! --------------------------------- September 1 Dear Diary, Today was so boring... I mean, here I am a newly entered college student at the tender age of 18, totally willing to get fucked and yet things just never seem to work out! I guess it's because I'm too sweet... I just don't know how to be slutty! I want to be... I'm so envious of those confident girls in their revealing outfits, the way they strut and flirt... I guess I just try to be too subtle. I feel uncomfortable just coming right out and saying it though.... Fortunately my roommate Dru has agreed to help me. She's a very sweet and busty girl, but sooo horny once you get her around the guys! I wouldn't have guessed it, cuz other than showing her cleavage (although with her boobs I guess it's hard for her not to!) She doesn't really dress all that revealing. But the guys love her... several of them were checking her out just when we walked to the Dining Hall. So over dinner I asked her to please, PLEASE help me. She said that we're going to need to do a kind of Sandra Dee make-over... you know, the blonde character in Grease? I have to go from prissy prude to sexy sensation! I have to say, I'm not sure how to go about doing it. Dru says that feeling sexy is very important. Also, knowing how to have a good time. She was shocked when she found out that I've never owned a vibrator... she said she's going to take me to a dirty sex store tomorrow to pick out some toys and some sexy underwear for me to wear! We also might stop by the mall for some more revealing clothes. I'm so excited! But a little scared too... September 2 I had SO much fun with Dru today! We went to this very pretty and open store that had all these toys out on the shelves - although some of them were a little scary looking. It wasn't at all what I was expecting... I thought it would be dark and small with a greasy old man behind the counter, but instead it was a girl our age who helped us out wonderfully. First Dru had me try on some very sexy lingerie that really cup my breasts... plus they just made me feel pretty. Most of the matching panties to them were actually thongs... it takes a little getting used to feeling a breeze under my skirt! She had me pick out a very short very sexy skirt that she says I can wear to a party sometime. I don't know if I would be comfortable with that, I'm afraid that if I bend over then my ass would be totally exposed... but Dru says that's the point. Then we looked at the sex toys. I didn't want to get a pair of handcuffs, but Dru found some fuzzy purple ones that weren't too scary looking... and I guess I kinda like the idea. At the very least, when guys come into our room she says that if they're out on my desk then the guys will think I'm kinky and it might make them more interested. I feel very naughty at the idea of having handcuffs on my desk... even purple fuzzy ones. We also got me some lube, since I'm not used to this kind of stuff yet. I picked out two vibrators, one of them has a cute little rabbit that's supposed to stimulate my clit... and the other one is a little more scary. There's a dolphin for my clit, and the regular penis for my pussy... but then there's also a little thing that Dru says can go in my ass. I'm not sure how I feel about that. She says anal sex is great, but I always heard that it hurt a lot... still, I decided it can't hurt to try. So I have lots of new fun toys to play with and I'm really quite excited about it all! I can't wait to try out my new look too! September 5 Dear Diary, I may never leave my room again! Not out of embarrassment, although my new clothes have definitely taken some getting used to, but that vibrator is amazing! I get off EVERY time, and I barely even have to work at it! If I'm just the slightest bit horny, I just put it into my sweet little pussy and turn on the dolphin and it's like a train wreck! I never realized anything mechanical could feel so good... it fills me up, more than my fingers every could, and I think it probably feels a lot like a real dick, and then when the little dolphin starts fluttering against my clit, I feel like my entire body is levitating! I even got the nerve to try the one with the little anal attachment last night, and shockingly it was even better! I didn't know that my ass could feel like that... It didn't even hurt that much. It feels kinda nice to be stretched out inside me, like using a muscle that hasn't been used before but always really wanted to be used. I'm horny all the time now, thinking about going home and masturbating. I pinched my nipples during class today I was so turned on, and they got all hard... I think the guy sitting next to me caught me at it but I was too horny to care! As soon as I got back to my room I stripped down, hopped onto my bed and pushed that vibrator in me! I like to start it off on a low setting to kind of tease myself, and then turn it up higher and higher and higher as I get hotter and hotter! As soon as I feel like I'm about to cum I turn it up to the highest setting and it's like the world explodes!!!! Dru says that I need to get out and meet some real guys though... we're going to a party tomorrow night. But tonight she's doing something on her own and so I have another date... just me and my vibrator! Dear Diary Ch. 01 Dear Diary i was such a naughty girl today. All day long i was bitchy at work, yelled at my assistant and even threatened to fire the intern. i've been the youngest department head my company has ever promoted, and at 40 years old, that really says something about how seriously my employers take themselves. Daddy spoke on my behalf, and as a partner his opinion carried a lot of weight. i apologised to everyone before we left today, and hopefully Daddy won't hear about my awful behaviour today... i hate to think of what will happen if he does. Dear Diary Daddy was late coming home from work, even later than usual. From the look on his face when he came through the door, i didn't need 3 guesses to know that he'd been called on the carpet over my attitude today. The black look he gave me melted somewhat as he saw the silent tears on my cheeks, but i knew they wouldn't sway him to mercy. i'd well and truly earned my punishment this time. Daddy says he's very disappointed and frustrated at my bratty behaviour, so tomorrow he's going to put a stop to it. i'm not sure what that means, but from the look in his eyes i'm guessing it can't be very good. He sent me up to get ready for bed and said he'd be up soon to tuck me in. i think i hear him coming up the stairs now... 'bye! Dear Diary Oh, my butt hurts so much!! Daddy came up to tuck me in, but first he told me i'd have to be punished for being so naughty. He said that tomorrow will be a day of adjustments and refocusing for me, but i still had to take my lumps for being bad. He made me pull my stool over, the one that folds into the spanking bench, and then he made me get into position. i tried to keep my knees tight together, but Daddy saw and just sighed. He made me get the cuffs, even when i promised i'd hold still and be good. Then he lowered the bench in the front and pushed me down onto it. My head was down and he locked the cuffs on my wrists and fastened them way down at the bottom of the front legs. Then he pulled my legs wide apart and raised my butt in the air, and cuffed my ankles to the furthest points. i couldn't move at all, and my butt was high and wide open... i was so embarrassed. Daddy pulled the chair over by my head and sat down. All i could see were his legs and feet. He told me how disappointed he was that i'd been so disrespectful and mouthy, that i hadn't done my chores and had even tried to fib about why they didn't get done. Because it was nearly bedtime, he was just going to give me my spanking tonight, but tomorrow we were going to readjust and refocus my attitude. He stood up and went to the closet where the bad girl tools hang. i couldn't see what he took out, but he promised me that this would hurt him almost as much as it was going to hurt me. He walked over behind me, paused, and suddenly i felt the first smack land HARD right in the middle of my butt. It hurt so much that i screamed, and Daddy told me that if i couldn't be quiet he'd have to gag me, too. The second smack came on my right cheek, and i tried so hard not to scream... it hurt so bad, i just couldn't help it. i screamed and started crying hard, so Daddy put the gag in my mouth and buckled it around my head. The gag only muffled my shrieks a bit as Daddy kept spanking me, HARD, all over my butt until it was so red and hot and my crying had quieted to agonised sobs. He stroked my head for a moment, and then told me to wait quietly while he got some lotion to soothe my sore bottom with. i just hung on the spanking bench, sobbing and drooling and sniffling. i heard him come back, and he pulled the chair down by my bottom. Daddy said that i'd needed this spanking for a while now, and he intended that i'd remember it in the morning. i thought that was just his way of apologising for hurting me so much, until my aching butt began to burn like it was on fire! Then i noticed the smell... the mediciney, minty smell that smelled just like the Ben Gay cream i use on my shoulders and neck sometimes. Oh the burn!!! i cried and mumbled and tried to beg him to stop, but Daddy rubbed the nasty cream all over my bottom, working it in deep until my butt was completely on fire. He released my wrists and ankles finally, and helped me stand. i was such a mess, covered in drool and snot and tears, red and puffy and so distressed looking. Daddy unbuckled the gag and led me into the bathroom to wash my face. i needed to pee, but Daddy wouldn't let me use the toilet... he told me that i wasn't allowed anything that might cause the cream to rub off. He made me squat in the bathtub like a dog and pee in the tub, and then i had to wipe the drops off my cunt with my fingers and lick them clean. Daddy helped me out of the tub and let me wash my hands, then led me to bed. There were pillows positioned halfway down, and he told me to lie face down with the pillows under my hips, pushing my butt in the air. He helped me get comfortable, and then cuffed me into my night time chain. With my leg chained to the bed post, i don't get to go very far until Daddy releases me.With my nightie pulled up over my bottom and my butt in the air, i was ready for bed... almost. Daddy used his bare hand to spank me again, raising the redness back to a brilliant glow and then rubbed on more Ben-Gay. He kissed me and told me to try and rest, because tomorrow would be a very strenuous day for me. Then leaving me sobbing, exposed and burning with the heat of his punishment, he shut off the light and left me in darkness. i thought i would never sleep, but in no time at all i exhausted myself from crying and fell asleep. Dear Diary Daddy woke me up early this morning... i was stiff and still very sore from my punishment last night, but he helped me up and massaged my poor abused bottom. He looked loving, but very stern, and reminded me that we had lots of work on my attitude to do today... i tried to assure him that i would be SO good from now on, that i'd learned my lesson... but Daddy was firm. He hugged me, and had a small smile on his face when he asked if i'd rather have more, or longer. i was very confused; i didn't know WHAT he was thinking of. His hand was rubbing my back as he stood waiting for my answer, and his fingers slipped between my legs and tickled my cunt and asshole. It distracted me, and with a sense of dread, i said "longer, please Daddy." i knew from the smile on his face afterwards that i was doomed no matter which option i'd have taken. He sent me into the bathroom, and told me to assume the position. When i saw the bags hanging on the shower rod, i understood what he meant and kneeled on the edge of the tub, leaning down to put my hands on the tub floor. The bags were full, all 3 of them... oh, i have to put the towels in the dryer now. i'll finish the rest in just a minute, Diary... Dear Diary Ch. 01 Dear Diary, I can't believe what happened last night. My head is in such a daze this morning, but I've never felt more satisfied. All the nerves in my body seem to be on fire, I feel so good that it almost hurts. I feel like such a whore for what I've done, it was wrong, it was illegal, it was immoral. I let my daddy rape me, and I loved every second of it. I'm not a slut, well, maybe I am now but I wasn't. Sure, I'd fooled around with boys, but even though I had turned eighteen I was still a virgin. I was planning on saving it for someone I really loved, someone who really cares about me. But, that doesn't mean I didn't fool around with boys, which is why when my Daddy told me he was going out of town this weekend, I had invited my boyfriend Ron over for a bit of fun. "Bye Daddy!" I shouted through the open second story window as my father waved from his big pick-up truck, pulling out of the driveway. I pulled the blinds down and turn around, walking towards my closet to find something to wear. I knew my boyfriend would be here within the hour, and I love to dress up, and he doesn't seem to mind that at all. I had the perfect outfit in mind. I stripped off my sweatshirt and pants, and slid my hot pink tank top over my big 32D tits. I stepped into my old middle school uniform skirt, which fit me perfectly still, but only comes down low enough to barely cover my ass and pussy if I stand up. I gave my little hairless pussy a rub before sliding on matching hot pink panties, booty shorts, that just accent my light skinned ass perfectly. I slid on my sheer white stockings that come all the way up to my thigh, and slipped on a pair of 4" fuck my heels that my boyfriend got for me. I walked over to my vanity mirror and sat down, and started to apply my usual make up, with the exception of some ruby red lipstick. I smiled as a finished applying it, thinking of the last time my boyfriend came over, and how it left a red circle at the bottom of his manhood. I brush my shoulder length blonde hair, and throw it into pony talks to complete the outfit. I stand up, admiring my body, then grabbing my nipples between my fingers I pinch them hard and twist, making pain and pleasure shoot up my body, and making my nipples stand out just right. DING, DING. I felt my pussy get damp and my heart skips a beat as I race down the stairs, nearly killing myself in the big heels. I walk quickly to the door, my big tits bouncing up and down. I swing open the door and see him, his jaw drops, I can already see the tent forming in his pants. I giggle and grab him by his shirt and pull him into the house. I slammed the door behind us and pressed him to it, grinding my big tits into his chest, lifting my leg up as he hands quickly find their way to my ass and squeezed it roughly. I pressed my lips to his, feeling his tongue invade my mouth as his hard cock presses against me through his pants. I reach down and start stroking it through the rough jean material, and he responds but gripping me tighter, his fingers digging into my ass now as he tries to fuck me through our clothes. I push away from him, smirking as I turn around, my skirt flying up revealing everything I have for him. I walk towards the stairs, one foot in front of the other, wiggling my butt at him. I stop at the stairs, bend over and grab my ankles, looking back at him through my legs, watching him stroke his cock through his pants. I smirk again, get up and climb up the stairs, and right before I enter my room again I give him a wicked smile and motion him to follow with my finger. I'm already on the bed when he walks in the door, legs spread, sucking on my finger like a naughty girl. He leaps into the bed and presses his body down into mine, I can feel his cock again rubbing my pussy through his pants and my panties, now soaked. His hands grab at my tits through my shirt, grabbing my nipples as I wrap my legs around him, pressing him even tighter against me. His tongue is back in my mouth again, shoving it's way down my throat as I grab his hair and pull. He tears his lips away as he lifts up my shirt, my big tits bouncing from our grinding, he takes a nipple into his mouth and another between his fingers. He starts to gently suck, which turns into biting and twisting as I pull his hair harder. I roll him over, and grind my pussy into his cock again, giving him a show by making my tits bounce up and down. He places his hands behind his head as watches my little show as I take off his shirt and kiss down his chest. I rub my pussy down his leg as I keep kissing lower, and lower, till I get to his belt. I undo it and tie his hands to my headboard with it. I tug his pants down to his ankles, kissing down his left leg then back up the right one. He struggles against his restraints as I kiss his cock through his boxers, reaching a hand through his pant leg and start to lightly run my nails on his balls. He squirmed, still trying to free his hands so he can shove his cock in my mouth, he loves it rough but I wanted to be in control, this was too much fun. I pulled his cock out, and ran my tongue over the head, scooping up his pre-cum, tasting the saltiness of it and loving it. I cupped his balls, massaged them slowly as I sucked on the head, letting my tongue drag across the hole of his cock. "Baby, stop teasing me and suck my cock, PLEASE!" he begged, and I happily obliged, shoving his entire five inch length easily into my mouth. I stared straight up at him as my red lips left a sexy ring around his cock, his head is rolled back and I moved my head up and down his hard cock, sucking for all I was worth. I snaked my middle finger down the crack of his ass, teasing his asshole. I pulled my mouth of his cock, and said in a sultry voice, "You like that don't you baby? You love it when I do kinky things to you?" "Fuck yes," he managed to reply, almost choking on his words as I took his whole length back into my mouth. "Suck my cock like the dirty whore you are. Yeah, you love it when I call you filthy names don't you slut?" "Mmm, fuck yeah baby," ripping my mouth off his cock with a loud pop. "I bet you want me to untie your hands so you can throat fuck this little slut good don't you?" I say, in between licks of his cock. I reach up and untie his hands and he's on me in a flash. I drop to my knees on the side of the bed as he grabs my pigtails and makes me bury my nose into his pubic hairs. "Oh yeah slut, take it like the whore you are," he shouts as I resist the urge to gag on his cock pocking the back of my throat over and over again. My big tits swayed before I grabbed them and started massaging them as he viciously humped my mouth, my hair starting to get messed up. I snaked on finger back up his crack, and gently pushed it into his, "Oh fuck yes you little skank, shove that finger in my ass, I'm going to nut right in your little mouth." I ripped my head off his cock, grabbed it with my hand and began to jerk him off nice and hard, shoving my finger deeper into his ass. "Yes baby, that's right cum all over your little slut. Watch these big tits sway back and forth while I fuck your ass with my finger and jerk your rock hard cock off," I say, still trying to catch my breath, "cum all over my pretty fucking face, cum all over your little sluts face and tits baby doll." That was all it took. "Oh fuck," he shouts. I can feel it run up his cock as I bury the last inch of my finger in his ass. "Here it comes you dirty whore, take it all!" he shouts as his cock begins to erupt his hot cum all over me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeats as he continues to spray me with his delicious cum. The first shot lands right on my tongue, the rest hits everywhere else as I continue to jerk him off. It was all over me, my tits were covered. "Mmm, baby you taste so good, I can't get enough of your hot cum," I say scooping it up and licking it off my fingers. "Oh shit!" you shout, and scramble away from me like a mad man, trying to pick up your pants and you literally jump out my open window. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shout, turning my head furiously to grab my shirt I see my daddy standing in the doorway. "Oh shit." Dear Diary Ch. 01 Ok, so this is my first NEW storyline in a long time and it's been a while since I had any new postings. I'm almost finished on another follow up story so that should be up soon. The story parts in italics here are portions from the main characters journal and the rest are events as they happen for contrast. * Dec. 14 Dear diary, today I'm not sure if I can go on with my life…certainly at least not the life I have known these many years. How it went so wrong, I'm not sure. Some of the events are listed earlier in this journal; some are only remembered in my head and heart. My name is Susan Timberling; I'm married and have four children. I love them all so much that I can't think of parting or being separated for long from any of them. But in the days to come, that may very well happen. My husband is Michael Timberling, we married shortly after we graduated from college where we meet while attending. We have been married for twenty-two years, all of which I would consider happy. We have three girls and one boy as children. The oldest, Marie, is currently attending college to become a Veterinarian as she love animals. Next is Peter, in his last year of High School. Peter is, well, a dabbler…not sticking to any one thing for long and to be honest I am not sure he wants to go to college. He is fair at sports, but not good enough for any kind of scholarship or such based on his sports. My next oldest is Jennifer, but we all call her Genie because when she was learning to talk we started calling her Jenny for short and she kept thinking we were calling her a genie after a character in one of the books we had read her. She kept insisting we call her Genie and well she was very headstrong, so Genie is the name she usually goes by. Our youngest is Mary. I love Mary as much as any of my children, but if I must say so, she almost scares me. Even at an extremely early age she proved she was very intelligent…as well as mischievous. As she has gotten older she has gotten more of both, with incredible looks now thrown in. I fear that she has a dark side to her…no I don't think evil as such but, well maybe conniving. Somehow I know whatever Mary does it life, it will make a huge splash, I just fear for those that get wet. I live with my family in a modest house in a normal neighborhood. My husband works a long day most every day, but is usually off all but the rare weekend. I have worked in the past when times were lean and we needed the money, but as my husband would actually rather have me stay at home unless needed, well I am currently a stay at home mom…or homemaker. That is where my life stands as of now, though I think it will change soon…very soon. Oh God how things have changed in the past few months… Sept. 11 It's been a while since my last entry, but things seem to be going good with school back in session. I love my children, but having them all home during summer break just about breaks me. I'm used to having the days to myself and seeing them after they get home. But as much as I wanted the others back in school, part of me wanted Marie back home. She isn't home much since she left home, even during breaks due to the fact that she works off campus and her college is over a ten hour drive away. I miss her, she was of all my children the one who understood me most and I miss our time together. Something is worrying me now and I hope it will pass soon. It concerns Peter's behavior towards me recently. He and his girlfriend of almost two years broke up over the summer, only weeks before school started back, though he won't tell me why. He was very depressed after that and he decided to drop out of football (he was attending the weekly summer training at that time). He has been on the football team for the last six years and for him to drop out was not a good sign. I tried to console him, as I saw he was down and I made sure to hug and hold him often during this time as I felt so heart broken for him. In looking back this may not have been the best of options. For about two weeks now Peter has seemingly gone out of his way to well…rub against me, even what I would call coping feels from me a few times. At first they seemed to happen maybe once a day and I didn't think anything of it, but it keeps occurring and I've noticed it rarely happens after my husband gets home from work in the evening. He doesn't seem to mind if his two sisters are in the room, at least not as much, but I'm not sure if it less with them or not. If he does not stop in the next few days I am going to talk with him. Sept. 16 I talked today to my son about his touchiness recently. At first he denied doing it then he admitted he 'may' have done it a few times. I asked why he did it those few times and he said he wasn't sure, that it just felt good. I explained it had to quit, that I didn't like him doing it. I threatened him that if he didn't his father would hear about it…that seemed to get his attention I can say. BUT…I could never tell his father in truth. Mike would more then likely throw him out of the house as Peter is over eighteen, or at most wait till he was finished school, THEN toss him out. I can't have that. I just won't tell Peter that it's an empty threat. I love my son too much for a little bit of teenage male hormonal stupidity get him tossed out of the house. Sept. 22 Ok I guess I didn't work, at least my first talking to Peter. He seemed to hold off on the rubbing for two days then on the third he 'slid' past me as I bent over taking out the laundry from the dryer. He was very obvious and I gave him a dirty look, hoping it was just a slip up or him forgetting our talk…it wasn't. The next day he seemed to be making up for lost time and set a new record with more then a dozen 'brushes'. He even 'accidentally' groped my ass with his hand. What made it worse that he did it several times with the girls in the room or close by. I'm pretty sure they noticed, in fact I glanced over and Mary was giggling…she must have seen him pressing himself into me and thought it was funny. Well I didn't! I took him aside and had another talk with him. "Peter, what are you doing?" Susan asked her son, doing her best to hold her temper after she pulled him into the din to talk. He just shrugged as he stood before her. "What are you talking about mom?" Was all he said as he looked almost anywhere but at her. "You know what I'm talking about, your rubbing and pressing into me. Peter it has got to stop!" Susan said in exasperation. "The girls are noticing you doing it as well and it's embarrassing to me. Do you want me to tell your father, or are you going to stop this?" "No mom you can't tell dad, you know he'd flip." Peter told his mother, now looking at her. He knew his father was the very possessive and jealous type or husband. He had once seen his father almost get in a fight after this guy flirted with their mother in public. He wasn't sure how far his father would go, but knew he didn't want to know about his new hobby. "I'll try and stop mom, seriously." "No Peter, you do it, don't try. It's got to stop, it's not right you doing it." Susan said firmly to her son. She stared at him a few seconds, to show she meant her words and noticed he looked cowed, but thinking he looked much the same the last time she talked to him. She left him standing there hoping this would be the last talk she had to give him on the subject. Sept. 29 So much for all my talking with my son. Again he seemed to relent for a time but he has resumed even more then before. Things were ok for four days this time, with not a single incident and I was thinking it was over, and then within minutes of being home he started up again. I got very pissed while I was doing dishes and he came up behind me saying he was looking for something and pressed into me as he opened the cabinets over me 'searching' for it. I can't even remember his excuse. I was so embarrassed as both of the girls were at the kitchen table and more then likely saw it all. I was some mad and my face turned four shades of red. I was so flustered I didn't know what to do. He was actually pressing into me and worst of all I could feel that he had an erection pressing into my butt. I have no idea of how long he stayed that way, it seemed forever but in truth it was probably only 10-12 seconds but it wasn't pleasant. When he moved away I immediately looked over at the girls and I saw them both looking away, Genie back to her books and Mary to her magazine…though I'm sure Mary was smirking. OH God I was so mad I had to leave the room and turned off the water and left. But more then that, I'm ashamed of what happened once I got back to my room. I cried for sometime, maybe a quarter of an hour, and then I was feeling better and waiting for my eyes to clear to get back to the dishes and then cooking supper. And then I remembered the pressure from behind, from Peter and I felt slightly sick, but I also felt…God I hate to say it a thrill run through me. I felt myself getting wet and I began itching down there like when I get very horny. I hated it then and I hate it now, but I knew I had to do something about it otherwise it would drive me crazy the next few hours. If mike had been home I would've let him take care of me…but he wasn't. So I pushed my hand into my pants and down my panties and pleasured myself till I orgasmed. I hated that I had gotten horny, and hated it more the reason and circumstances of it. And more then ever I was now mad at Chris and he soon knew it. Right before his father got home Peter grabbed my ass, not a 'brush' but a full ass grab…hard. I spun around wanting to smack him across his face, but only slapped his hand, loudly. Unfortunately Genie was in the room and heard this, maybe she saw what happened before that but I am not sure. Again I got embarrassed and gave Peter a dirty look. Then I looked at Genie and knew she knew what happened. I felt sick right then, and almost got sick. Thank god Peter left the room. Oct. 2 The problem with Peter continues and I'm at a loss. I tried talking to him the other day yet again and I knew it was useless. As I talked with him he seemed…arrogant, or smug. Maybe it was just my wanting to punch him that made him seem as such. But he did smile some while I chastised him. And when I told him it had to stop, he just shrugged and said 'whatever'. Maybe I should tell his father, but as things now stand Peter has deduced that my threat was hollow. Now He seems more brazen then ever. He openly rubs against me now, where before it was a quick pass by, touch, or quick push into me. I'm beginning to feel seriously stressed now and dread my children coming home each day. Though I shouldn't say all of them, just my son really, though I'm now embarrassed all the time around my children with this shame, especially Mary, who seems to be mocking my with her eyes at times. But I was very embarrassed today, because Genie wanted to talk to me… "Mom, why do you let Peter keep touching you?" Genie finally asked her mother timidly, thinking of how she should broach the subject to her for days now. Susan looked at her daughter in shock, then embarrassment. She covered her eyes for a second then looked back at her daughter. "Honey, I'm not 'letting' him do anything, I don't want him to do it…he just does." Susan said after some thought. She gave a sigh as she looked at her daughter. "I asked him…no told him to stop several times, but he hasn't been listening evidently." She said throwing her hands in the air. "Why don't you tell dad, he would stop him." Genie offered up to her mother. Susan nodded vigorously. "Yes he would stop him…then toss him out of the house, slap him around some or God knows what else! I wish I could get your father to handle it, but that would be as a last resort, the very last. I'd rather not have your brother banished from the house or worse yet, your father in jail for assault. I'm hoping your brother will get over his fascination with my body and get stop it himself." Susan told her daughter, not believing that for a second. Genie gave her a look that told she didn't believe it either. "I think he likes it too much to stop mom, maybe dad should be told…" Genie started to say but her mother interrupted her but slapping her hand on the side table. "NO! Genie let me handle it my way, it's happening to me and I'll deal with it." Susan said softly, lowering her voice after Genie was quiet. "Don't you dare go behind my back on this either, please." Genie nodded after her mother said that. Genie then hesitated before she spoke again. "Mom…mom, do you like it when Peter…you know?" Genie asked timidly, figuring her mother would get mad at the question. Susan was shocked but not mad. "Genie! How can you think that, what gave you the thought that I like your brother doing that?" Susan asked her daughter, feeling hurt at the accusation. Genie looked like she wanted to hide. "Well…it's just…Mary thinks, that you look like you enjoy it." Genie said quietly. "So you and Mary have been discussing the issue have you? Do you think I have been enjoying the 'attentions'? Susan asked her daughter, trying hard not to get angry at her…it wasn't her fault after all. "I don't know mom, it…it looks like you could be at times." Genie said, and then hurriedly went on when she saw her mother growing very angry. "It has looked like you've…ummm…pushed back a few times when he…you know…pushed into you." Genie finished saying very softly, watching her mothers face as it went through contortions. "I can't believe you think that Genie, I would never encourage your brother that way." Susan said in disbelief as she stared at her daughter. She then began to wonder though, because the day before she remembered thinking she thought the pressure from her sons thrusting felt very…nice. And afterward she had gone into her room and had to finger herself to orgasm again, that being the third time since all of this started a month or so ago. She shook her head as if to clear those thoughts from it. She then wondered what the girls had talked about. "So what else have you and Mary been discussing?" She asked, making sure to keep her voice even and not be angry at her daughter. Genie shrugged, not knowing what to say. "Nothing much mom, just what I said, that and well…noticing when he does it. He does it a lot." Genie commented, wanting very much to leave now, but not wanting her mother to get angrier. Susan just nodded at her and sighed. "Yes he does…and Im tired of it. Go on, I can see you want to leave now. Genie I'm not mad at you, ok?" Susan said as she waved her hand to say her daughter could go. Genie got up to leave and Susan softly grabbed her arm and pulled her close, giving her daughter a hug. "I love you sweetie and I'm not mad at you for bringing this up." Susan said to make sure Genie knew how she felt. Her daughter smiled at her as they separated. "I know mom, I just didn't want to see you sad." Genie said, her smile fading but still there. Susan smiled back, though it was forced on her part. "Have I seemed sad honey?" Susan asked, knowing the answer already. Genie just nodded at her. "Ok then, I'll have to just try and not be sad then huh?" "Ok mom." Genie said with a bigger smile this time, and Susan knew that was what she wanted to hear from her. Susan watched her turn and walk out of the room, thankful that she had Genie follow her back to her own and bedroom to talk privately. If Peter had interrupted them at the wrong time Susan wondered if she would have hit him. She relaxed for a few minutes in the peace of her own room before she threw herself out into the wilds of a horny teenager. Oct. 3 After talking with Genie yesterday and all the crap her brother is doing I am feeling the stress. Mike mentioned it at dinner yesterday evening and I put on a happy face and said I was tired is all. I noticed three set of eyes on me…all of them knowing I was lying. With the look that Peter gave me I might as well put up a sign to him saying 'free ass grabs here' as I lied to his father. And I wonder what the girls looks mean, I think Genie is just concerned, but I swear Mary was grinning ever so slightly as she continued to eat her food. Should I tell Mike? I don't know now. I do know if I told him how much Peter had been doing it, that Mike would most certainly toss him out of the house, if not out right beat the stuffing out of him. My god I don't want that! I wonder if I could sugar coat it for Mike, but I'm worried it would come out anyway. I must also admit at least in some ways what Genie said is true. While I honestly haven't encouraged Peter's behavior, his actions have at times, made me excited, even horny. And I can't say why. Maybe it's a combination of things. The physical touching is pleasant in itself…if it was my husband I would invite such touching. And I guess the pure audacity of Peter strikes me as a thrill, sick though it is. And I really don't want to admit this, but I wonder if by him doing this in front of the girls is part of it. Each time that I had to later…masturbate, was only while the girls were present. That makes me sick to write that or think it, but I wonder if it's true. And now that I think about it, I'm quite sure Mary is enjoying the whole affair, the little tart, but I noticed Genie watching just as much as Mary. And both of them seem to live in the kitchen now, the scene of most of the 'crimes'. My god my brain feels like mush now, I wish I would get this shit out of my head. Even if Peter stops tomorrow, I think I'm going to need counseling or something to deprogram me. Oct. 7 I really feel like I'm going to be sick now. Earlier today, just maybe an hour ago, I caught myself responding to Peter when he 'bumped' into me. Well more like humped into me. I can't believe what I did… "Peter can you change the trash out, and take it out to the curb?" Susan said as she finished putting vegetable leftovers in the trash. She was making stew and had just finished cleaning the vegetables, having to still chop them up. She heard the dryer buzzer go off. She went to wash off her hands to fold up the clothes, Peter always did a horrible job of doing it. Drying her hands she walked into the washroom and pulled the clothes into a basket and then began folding them on top of the dryer as usual. After a few folded clothes were piled up, she saw Peter walk into the kitchen and then after a bit head toward her. She closed her eyes and sighed to herself, knowing what was coming. "What?" She asked as he entered the washroom behind her. "Need a new bag for the trash." Peter explained as he moved behind her, and she felt him press into her as he slowly reached over her to the cabinets. She knew he already had a erection…she could feel it as he pressed into her butt. He began pressing harder, even moving up and down slight as he pulled down the box of bags. He stayed where he was and kept thrusting as he pivoted his shoulders and slowly pulled a bag free of the others. Susan tried to continue to fold as her son humped into her. As Peter reached up and replaced the box, he thrust quite hard into her, forcing her into the dryer and causing her to gasp out and shoot her hands out onto the dryer to keep her balance, unavoidably thrusting her hips back at him as she did. She felt her pussy spasm, seemingly of it's own accord and she moaned out. Peter heard her and ground himself more, thrusting from beneath her, and she felt his erection slide along the length of her now wet slit. Dear Diary Ch. 01 Dear Diary ~ If only you had a penis! I am so horny right now, my pen even looks inviting! Why am I so horny you ask? I'm not sure, to be honest. My lovers have more than taken care of my desires, as well as sated their own. Yet, somehow, I am left wanting for more, more of my lovers. I crave their touches upon my skin, the way they make my body tingle all over. My pussy is getting so wet right now just remembering my last sessions with both of them (not at the same time, though we've done that as well!). Goddess bless my husband! After almost seven years together he still knows how to please me, how to make my body shiver with anticipation and need! Oh and how well he fulfills that need! His thick, long cock filling whichever hole he most desires in that moment. He really likes how well I've been sucking his cock lately. Hell, I'VE been getting even more turned on at how well I've been sucking it! I've been able to take him deeper and deeper lately, and I get so worked up hearing how I can still make him moan. Only recently have I been able to start swallowing for him. Oh, how he moaned the first time I did that for him. It was unbelievable, for both of us. I've only managed to do it two or three times more since, but, I'm getting better at it. And he lasts so much longer after I've made him cum that first time. So when he slides his hard cock into my wet pussy he can fuck me even longer! What a win-win if you ask me! Then, there is my lover. Oh, what a wonder he is! In many ways, he is the opposite of my husband, yet, in just as many ways they are alike! It can get sorta freaky from time to time! They went to the same high school, they like the same colors (yes, I said colors!), they like the same computer games, and they both like fucking me! There are more similarities, but I'd rather not go on with that... I rather like where I ended it, they both like fucking me. My lover, my good Catholic boy, he can be so shy at first. I know what he wants, but he can't always make himself say it. Once he starts though, once he lets loose, what a devil in bed he can be! He is the first to really spank me, and when he does it, it stings but it doesn't hurt. It makes all of my skin extra-sensitive in so many ways. He enjoys spanking his naughty lover. He likes letting me take control, but that doesn't always last. I'll have him on his back, sucking his cock as he fondles my tits, and after a time, he just can't take anymore. He'll suddenly sit up, grab me, push me down on my back and force himself between my legs till his cock sinks deep inside me. I wonder sometimes if he knows just how much I love it when he takes control like that. Oh how hot it makes me! My lover worries (more than I like) about coming between my husband and I. I do what I can to assure him that he does not need to worry about it, but, bless his heart, he does. He may love me, but he is also still friends and colleagues with my husband. He does not want to make it uncomfortable when they need to work together. But those times when I can get him to forget about everything but he and I; those unexpected, precious moments where I am *his*, it is glorious! How I love being possessed by him, owned by him. Not quite master and submissive, but I've a feeling if we went down that path he would do well at it... and I know I would enjoy being his submissive. We both love playing with handcuffs. It just so happens we both own pair, for different reasons. His turn me on just seeing them though. I've never seen a pair of black cuffs. And never will I see another pair without thinking of him from now on. The first time he ever closed one bracelet around my wrist, we were in front of a few other people, but oh the sparks that flew between us! From that moment, we knew nothing would be the same between us. I could see the lust in his eyes as surly as he could see it in mine. Just a few weeks later we had our first time together. And yes, we've used those cold, sexy cuffs a time or two. I enjoy being his prisoner. There are things that my husband does not find interest in, so he knows I try them with my lover. My lover and I have tried a number of things together for the first time, for either of us. For me it's just to try something new, and for my lover it's because he's thrilled to have a partner willing to try at least once. He's not sure he'll be that lucky again, so he's enjoying it while he can. Just the other day he and I... Well... I don't even want to tell you... I want to keep that in my mind, as a beautiful fantasy-come-true... I don't want to share even with you, my trusted friend. I don't need to write that down to remember it. I've a feeling I'll be 90 and losing my mind and I will remember that Wednesday as clear as if it had just happened. My body is humming at the memory... my pussy is getting wetter and wetter again... my nipples are hard and ache to be sucked... mmmmm... I may need to go relieve some of this ache myself... my pen is looking good again... Oh my heavens... I've gotta go... I'll cum, er, come back again later... I need to go work on my "O" face.... practice, practice, practice! Lustfully, Jewel Dear Diary Ch. 01 Dear Diary, Here's my secret: I crave subjugation. And cock. I want so badly to be filled with hard, thick cock all the time that sometimes I can't focus on my daily activities. I especially want a big, throbbing dick filling my ass, practically rending me in two. All of my fantasies center around being used as a fuck slut, a personal slave, a cum receptacle for some unknown, big-dicked dominant. Doesn't matter what the fantasy, whether it's being picked up by a stranger at a club, a real life meeting with a Dom I met on a BDSM website, or a boyfriend who secretly wanted a submissive to train all along and just now decided to act on it regardless of my thoughts on the matter, they all go the same way. I'm going to attempt to be coherent as I write down one of my favorite fantasies so that I can refer back to it later and read it as an erotic story. I'm leaving out the beginning because there are a lot of different ways that I like to imagine I came to be in my predicament. And, because it's my fantasy, I totally ignore the fact that I would never give in so easily in real life. Here goes nothing: He ties me up in some sort of standing/upright-suspension position, blindfolds me, and secures a small ball gag in my mouth. Then he tells me how he owns me and will use me as he sees fit while he secures a leather full body harness on me. It starts with a collar that has 3 D-rings along the front, and one at the back. Attached to the collar is a sort of bra, with a strap across my back that continues to a strap across the front that is contoured to the underside of my breasts, and a series of elastic like straps that surround my breasts and apply a constant, light pressure on them, keeping them thrust forward and rounded, but not so extreme as to cut off the blood flow and cause the trademark purpling of traditional breast bondage. Once he has these elastic straps adjusted to a snug fit, he takes a break from outfitting me in the harness so that he can begin torturing my nipples. He explains that he loves my cute, pink, pencil eraser nips but that he finds suction devices to be an excellent torture tool and that he knows I'll love the results as much as he does. (Of course, because this is my fantasy, he uses a suction system I'm already familiar with, and in fact own. It's the one I got online that has a hand pump and tubing that attaches to the two nipple cups or the clit cup, depending on which I'm using at the time. The best part is, you can attach the nipple cups, pump them up, then release the air lock line and attach another cup somewhere else without loosing the vacuum. Needless to say, I regularly employ the nipple suckers on the maximum suction I can stand before releasing the line and doing the same with the clit cup, then I keep them on for as long as possible before removing the cups and applying clamps to my hugely swollen nipples and a small butterfly vibe to my aching clit. Sometimes, it hurts so bad that I almost scream, but I do it anyways because it feels so good and I want to be prepared for the day that I get a Master who will expect me to be able to handle a good amount of abuse to my sensitive areas.) I actually just had to take a quick break to apply my nipple suckers, it was making me so horny writing about them. My nips are so sensitive right now because I've been torturing them almost constantly for the last couple days. That's what prompted me to start this diary, I've been so horny, so obsessed with thought of being someone's submissive that I've been taking my regular masturbation rituals to the extreme and it's not even close to taking the edge off. But I'm getting totally distracted from describing my fantasy. So, he's telling me how big and swollen and sensitive my nipples will be when he takes the suckers off (him explaining everything is important to me, not only because I'm blindfolded, but because I love dirty talk so much. I like to hear the voice of a man so obviously in charge of me giving me graphic descriptions of what he's doing, and will do to me, and forcing me to respond the way he wants), and how I'll get used to him abusing my nipples and clit and grow to crave it. The application of suction makes me squirm in my bindings and makes him chuckle and tell me that he knows I like it and that I'm his good little slut. Then, he applies the clit sucker which makes me struggle and cry out (sometimes in the fantasy, this struggling makes the sucker come off since he hasn't fully suctioned it down yet, which makes him get a bit irritated so he gets a spreader bar and secures my ankles to it then spanks my exposed pussy with several stinging slaps and admonishes me to behave myself and not resist him or I won't like the punishment, then he reattaches the sucker and pumps it almost cruelly tight while I writhe in pleasurable pain. Once he detaches the tubing, he tugs on the cup a couple times making me whimper and squirm some more). At this point, he refocuses his attention to finishing putting the harness on me. It has an under bust corset that connects to a wide belt that fits around my hips. There are several more D-rings at intervals around the belt and a D-ring low on the hips of the corset at each side, which a set of wrist cuff can be attached to, to restrain me to myself. At the bottom edge of the belt, two straps hang, one the in the front, one at the back. The one in the front starts out wide, like the front of a thong, to cover my pubic mound, then tapers down to a slimmer measurement with a small pocket depression on the inside in the middle of the taper. He has fitted a clit stimulator there, basically just a soft rubber device with small nodules on it. The strap narrows a bit more, then has another pocket-like feature that secures the base of a dildo. The strap ends just after that, splitting into 2 flat leather cords. As my new master will show me later, these cords sit in the crack of my backside as they run up to meet the back of the belt and clip into place, one on each side of my spine, offset about 3 inches from the center. There is just enough give in these straps that they can be pulled onto my ass cheeks, leaving me spread open for anal access, but not so much slack that my dildo and clit stimulator aren't kept snugly in place. The strap at the back is narrower than the one at the front and a bit stiffer. It falls directly from the middle of the belt and is solid until about halfway down. There, it too splits into flat strands that sit in the crease of my thighs and connect to the belt in the front at the edges of where the front strap is secured. Again, as my Master shows me later, the solid part of the strap has just enough flex that it folds lengthwise down the middle just a bit to fit more closely to my asshole and hold the base of a plug or dildo firmly in place. This strap is secured much tighter than the other but works in the same way. Both straps can be used together to hold 2 toys in place for double penetration, both straps can be completely removed so that both holes are open and available for use, allowing for actual double penetration, or either strap can be used to hold in a toy but still leave the other hole unobstructed for use. (Going along with my ultimate fantasy here, my Master will almost always have both of my holes filled with toys; a shorter, slimmer dildo in my pussy, and a long, thick dildo in my ass. He uses a dildo instead of a plug in my ass because the lack of a taper at the end keeps my asshole spread open continuously instead of being allowed to close almost completely around the base of a plug. Also in keeping with the ultimate fantasy, my Master leaves the toy in whatever hole he isn't currently using so that I always feel full to bursting, and of course, he fucks my ass frequently. Not that I don't love to have my pussy fucked, but I crave the sensation of having my ass used roughly and often.) By the time he's gotten the corset and belt on, my clit is sufficiently plumped up so he removes the cup, spanks my pussy several times, and then slides a dildo up into my dripping hole. He then positions the clit stimulator just right over my swollen bud and fixes the pussy strap into place. I squirm in my bindings causing the stim to rub my clit roughly making me cry out through my gag and roll my hips causing even more sensation. He steps back and enjoys watching me cause myself such pleasurable agony for a few moments. When I finally begin to calm down, he moves in front of me and begins to tug and twist the nipple cups. By now my nips are swollen to the maximum so the sensation is delicious and intense. I whimper and try to beg for more through my gag. My Master affixes an adjustable length chain with a rubber tipped clamp on each end to the outer two the the three D-rings along my collar, letting the clips dangle on my tits. He tells me that he knows how much his slut enjoys having her tits tortured but that I have to hold still so he can get the clamps on properly so I won't be actually hurt. He asks me if I understand and when I nod, he tells me I'm a good girl which makes me feel warm and fluttery. I plant my feet firmly and thrust my chest out towards him. He removes one cup and wipes away the watery residue that has been sucked from my skin, then he rolls and squeezes my engorged nipple causing me to groan and push into his hand. He tells me to hold still, then attaches the first clamp firmly around my turgid bud. I'm almost disappointed, it's not terribly tight. There's nothing causing me to whine in mild pain, nothing providing the steady, almost unbearable pressure that I'm used to from my own adventures in nipple torture. He repeats the process for my other nipple, then after a moment, asks me if I'm ready to have the clamps tightened. I inhale sharply as this is what I've been waiting for since he first put the cups on me. I nod my head eagerly and mumble through my gag. He begins to turn the adjustable screws slowly tightening the clamps simultaneously. Immediately I feel the pressure sharply increase; this is what I love. He continues and I begin to protest through my gag. He tightens them a bit more before stopping and giving me a moment to adjust. At this point, I've already accepted that I'm well under his control. Almost completely immobilized by my bindings, strapped into a harness that he obviously had made for me because it fits so well, and though I can't see him, I can sense that he is much larger than I am and that even if I were to get free, I wouldn't be able to fend him off. I've unconsciously decided to cooperate because it seems unlikely that I'll get away, he hasn't hurt me yet and I'd like to keep it that way, and I'm hoping cooperation and even enthusiasm will help to continue him along this path of using me a manner that I find highly agreeable. After a moment to adjust, he asks if I can handle the clamps being tightened more and I nod my head yes. Again I groan and lean forward as the pressure becomes more intense. He has almost reached my limit. He stops and asks again if I can handle more and I hesitate because I don't want him to go too far and cause unpleasant pain but I can't elucidate this through my gag. He senses my hesitation and asks if maybe I want just a little more. I timidly nod yes and he slowly continues to tighten the clamps. He gets right to my tolerance limit and I squeak in alarm. He stops and chuckles, then tugs on the chains attaching the clamps to my collar, causing my tits to bounce and pull nicely on my abused nips. I groan slightly in disappointment as he steps away. Soon, he comes back and he places a padded bench in front of me and adjusts the height to match my hips. Then he detaches my wrist binding from the anchor point dangling from the ceiling and pulls me down over the bench. It's tilted, higher where it meets my hips, then sloping down towards the floor where my belly lays on it. It drops off before my breasts leaving my upper half to dangle, angled toward the floor. He pulls my arms down and attaches my wrist restraints to an anchor point in the floor then attaches my ankles to the legs of the table. I am on my toes, ass high in the air. He reaches under me and attaches another chain to each of my nipple clamps and then attaches the middle of the chain to another smaller anchor on the floor. He then spanks my ass firmly, once on each cheek to demonstrate that every time my body jiggles, the chain pulls at my nipples causing jolts of agonizing ecstasy to surge though my tits. He starts reaffirming to me that I am his, that he owns me and I am now his property. He tells me that he will train me to be an excellent slave for him, that I will grow to crave his cock in all my holes, but most especially my ass. He tells me that he loves the sight and feel of an anal slut bent over begging to have her rear entrance filled with his cock. He assures me that he is well hung, but not so long that he'll hit my cervix when he fucks my pussy. He claims to be about 7-7.5 inches, but tell me he is quite thick and that it may be difficult for me to adjust to his girth. He places something cool and moist at my asshole and tells me that because I've been such a good slut that he'll allow me to have some numbing cream for this first penetration. He laughingly adds that it will wear off partway through and have the added "benefit" of desensitizing him as well causing him to last significantly longer. He works the cream up into my rectum, telling me to relax. I'm whimpering now, partly in fear, partly in eager anticipation. As he continues to massage the cream into my hole, he tells me that he knows I regularly wear toys in my ass. He tells me that he knows all about the anal dilators and harness I ordered online. (I still remember the day i stumbled upon the Rupert Huse and sons website and discovered the absolutely perfect set of anal stretching toys and the specially made harness to go with them. I immediately bought the system and have used it every day since it arrived, often under my clothes while I'm at work or running errands. Sometimes I even wear it to the club when I go dancing. Usually I don't wear it to sleep as I like to take a break from the harness itself; instead I wear a large butt plug, one of the multi-tiered bubble shaped ones if I plug myself at night). He tells me that he's not going to bother to use any toys on me before he fucks my ass because I should be able to handle it, even though it will be a stretch since he is thicker and longer than the toys I use. He tells me that this is the point, for him to be the biggest thing in my ass, because he owns me and I need to keep myself tight for him. (Satisfyingly, using all these toys in my ass nonstop has kept me very tight. If I skip wearing a toy for any amount of time, it becomes a real effort to get one back in. Just as much of an effort as it was the first time I ever put a toy in, the only difference is that now it doesn't hurt. Sometimes, if I go right to a really big toy after a break, it's uncomfortable and I have to force myself to get used to it instead of taking it back out, but after a while it feels like it belongs there.) I hear him open a jar and I wonder to myself if he's planning to use my favorite anal lube, coconut oil. It's messy, but it feels awesome and I don't have to worry about having an allergic reaction to it. Suddenly, his slippery cock head is rubbing along my crack, then two of his fingers with a scoop of the oil solid on them are pressing into my anus, stretching and lubricating me. I can't move, tied as I am, but I try to push back onto his fingers instinctively. He pushes them deeper, then pulls them out, only to return them with more oil. He shoves them deep and twists while scissoring his finger apart to stretch me more. I begin to breathe heavier and am moaning through my gag. He removes his fingers again and then, he reaches to my inner thighs and pulls the 2 cords of my pussy strap onto my ass cheeks to keep them spread open, baring every inch of my ass to him. He aligns his cock with my prepared entrance then pushes in with a strong, steady pressure and I cry out, my rectum contracting reflexively. He doesn't waver, gripping my cheeks tighter and telling me not to fight it, that this is the ultimate symbol of ownership, for him to use my ass as his toy. The pressure from his stiff cock continues on my tight hole and I feel the ring of muscle give way enough to let his head in causing me to moan in pleasure. He wasn't lying; I can tell just from the head that he's bigger than any toy I've used, and that by the time he's fully seated in my rear I'll be fuller than I've ever been. He doesn't stop his assault for a second, continuing his push into me, sliding easier now, inch after inch. I'm breathing furiously now and moaning compulsively. It feels like his cock goes on forever, I don't know how much more I can take. He's so thick and the dildo in my cunt is making me feel even fuller. He murmurs words of encouragement to me, telling me how good I feel and assuring me that I can take it all. He tells me that he's halfway in and I can't even comprehend such a thing. Halfway?! It feels like he's about to reach my stomach he so far up my ass. More pushing, he tells me it's just a few more inches now and I begin to struggle in my bounds. I've never been this full. Surely I must have had toys in me that went this deep if he really does have several more inches to go, but the girth, accompanied with the small dildo in my pussy, is making it feel exponentially bigger. My struggling only acts against me, working me further onto his hard dick until finally, he is fully seated in my bowels, his balls lightly slapping against the pussy strap of my harness. He rolls his hips, holding himself deep inside me and moves his hands to my hips to better pull me back against him. Slowly, he pulls out, all the way, leaving me empty and whining at the absence. He laughs and delivers a firm slap to my ass calling me a greedy and impatient slut. He returns his re-lubed cock to my ass and pushes in again, meeting with less resistance this time. He grips my cheeks again and pushes in with one long, quick stroke. I scream through my gag at the sensation, so good but so intense I feel I might pass out. Again, he rolls his hips while holding himself balls deep in my hole, then begins to thrust. Slow and shallow at first, it feels so incredible, the oil smoothing his passage, then he increases his speed and the depth of his strokes. I can hardly moan though my gag I'm breathing so hard. I've only actually had a couple men fuck my ass, and they went slow and stuck to shallow strokes because I was inexperienced. Despite my prolific use of toys and my love of being filled to capacity, the in and out motion of being fucked is almost foreign to me and my Master is only getting rougher. He rides me hard, telling me what a tight ass I have and how he's going to fuck me everyday and fill me with his cum. He tells me how good it feels to have me clamped around his length and that soon I'll grow to love being stretched and used like this. He's right. Even though it's so intense I can barely think, I can feel already that I'll quickly become addicted to this. Being filled with plugs and dildos and stretching toys won't be enough for me anymore. soon, I'll need this frenzied abuse of my ass by a cock so thick I can barely get my fingers all the way around it. He fucks me with vigor for what feels like forever, spanking me hard and telling me the whole time how I belong to him and he'll train me to be his perfect toy. After perhaps 20 minutes or so, I feel a familiar sensation spiraling from deep in my pussy connecting to my swollen nipples being tugged viciously with each every thrust of my Master's cock inside me. It builds with internal pressure until suddenly I'm coming, my pussy and ass clenching spasmodically around the dildo and his cock. Dear Diary Ch. 01 Now, after climaxing so hard my clit and pussy are sensitive and the feel of the dildo filling me and the stim rubbing roughly on my nub at every movement put me on sensory overload. It's not long before my Masters relentless driving into my stretched ass causes me to come again with another smaller, less intense orgasm. Even more sensitive now but physically depleted, I hang limply over the bench, my toes no longer supporting me at all. My master slows his thrusting and pulls out. I whimper, even now craving to be filled completely, and vaguely question at the back of my mind that I didn't feel him cum, nor did he cry out that he had reached his climax. He spanks me hard several times to try to rouse me, but I'm just so exhausted I barely react. He detaches my ankles from the bench and comes around to the front to detach my wrists and nipples from the floor. He pulls on the chain connecting my nipple clamps and half drags me across the floor by my sore, aching tits. Abruptly, he turns me around and pushes me backwards onto a bed I never knew was there. He climbs onto the mattress with me and pulls my wrists above my head, swiftly locking me to the wrought iron headboard. I feel him leave the bed and hear him cross the floor and pick something up, then return to the bed. I realize it's the spreader bar as he cuffs my ankles back onto it's ends. He adjusts the bar to a greater length, spreading my legs wide, then pulls the bar up to the headboard folding me in half and raising my ass off the mattress. Still blindfolded, I can't see how, but he attaches the bar low on the headboard, close to the surface of the mattress. My knees are practically in my armpits and the position forces the dildo in my cunt deep and presses relentlessly on the stim at my clit. I grunt at the awkwardness of the position and my Master moves down to my exposed ass and pussy. He reaches up to push my legs a bit farther apart and grabs the chain connecting my nipples and pulls it forward between my legs causing my tits to pop forward and be held in place, pressed upward between my locked legs. The agony of this elicits a scream from behind my gag, my nips are so tortured at this point that every movement is pure pleasure and excruciation. I can hear my Master fiddling with something unfamiliar sounding and then he's tugging on my nipple chain again. I quickly realize that he's put a collar on himself and attached my nipple chain to it so that every time he pulls back while fucking me, he pulls my tortured nips forward forcefully. I'm just putting this together in my addled brain when he slams his still erect cock back into my ass in one swift movement. I can't move, folded as i am, and the angle is so deep its almost unbearable. His cock rubs against the dildo in my pussy through the thin wall that separates them and his thrusting causes my clit stim to rub me without cease. His cock feels so good in my ass that it causes the sensations in my overworked clit and nipples to feel heavenly. He seems to realize that I'm wildly enjoying myself despite not being able to move and begins to pull his upper body back more as he fucks me causing my nipples to distend even more. I become aware that I might be crying behind my blindfold at the overwhelming sensations and suddenly, my ass is clamping down on my Master rod, rippling my muscles along his shaft as he fucks me to a third orgasm. I think I pass out for a while and when I come to, my Master is still burying his dick inside me. Finally, his thrusts change subtly and it feels as if his cock has swollen to even great proportions and he tells me that he's going to come, that he will fill me with his cream and force me to hold it for the rest of the day. It takes at least another 10 minutes of pounding my ass before he leans his torso back, pulling my upper back off the mattress in pursuit of my nipples, and thrusts his hips into me hard, yelling out, and I feel his hot, sticky cum spurt into me, washing over the walls of my bowels. Stream after stream, he continues to fuck himself into me as he releases. Eventually, he slows, holding his cock deep in my ass as the final twitches of his orgasm subside. He leans back in, lessening the pressure on my nipples, then releases the chain that connects us. Slowly, so that he won't release any of his impressive load from my depths, he pulls out. The second he's clear he shoves a thick plug into my hole, stopping me up for him. It occurs to me that I have no idea where he was keeping that this whole time, but I realize I don't care. I've just been used like a true fuck slut, had my fantasy fulfilled. This man has taken me as his slave and proven to me that he is my Master and I couldn't feel more satisfied. He moves off the bed and wanders away leaving me trussed up and spread open. Eventually, he comes back and releases the spreader bar from the headboard as well as my wrists. He pulls me off the bed then carries me back over to the bench. He bends me over it, not bothering to lock me down and tells me that he's going to remove the plug and replace it with a large dildo so that my hole will stay spread open but his cum will stay in place. He tells me not to let any drip out of me while he makes the exchange or I'll be punished severely. I steel myself not to disappoint him while he works the big plug out of my used hole. It's widest point is very fat and even freshly fucked as I am, he has difficulty removing it. Finally, it comes free with an audible pop and he swiftly fills me with the dildo he had ready. it feels incredible, this thick, smooth rod gliding up into my cum soaked hole and I moan with pleasure as he locks it into place with the harness strap. He pulls me up off the bench and once again attaches my wrists to the restraint hanging from the ceiling. He grips my tits and squeezes roughly eliciting more moans from me. He pulls on the clamps lightly and it feels like fire spreading through my nipples. Slowly he loosens them, not all the way, they remain on, but enough to let the blood flow fully resume. I whimper at the sensation and blindly try to twist away. He grabs one of the rings on my collar and yanks me back toward him admonishing me to be a good girl. Then he walks away. A few minutes later, he returns and begins to remove my gag. He warns me not to speak and I nod my understanding. When the gag is free, I work my sore jaw and then he slips a straw between my lips. I suck deeply and am rewarded with cold, sweet orange juice. Nothing has ever tasted so good. He lets me finish the glass and then replaces my gag. He tells me that soon he will teach me to take his entire cock in my mouth; I shiver at the thought of trying to fit that monster down my throat. Then he tells me that I will undergo a discipline session everyday and that we might as well start now while I'm filled with his cum and complacent after being fucked so thoroughly. He tells me that we'll start with the basics and he'll get an idea for my tolerance levels with his hands, a crop, a paddle, and other implements and that later he'll remove the toys and spank my pussy for a while and then introduce me to a special switch that he had made with the express purpose of whipping my asshole. But, that's another fantasy altogether. Dear Diary Ch. 02 Hello again! If you enjoy this diary entry, please vote for it, or drop me a line! xoxo Kel :) * * * * * May 15 Sorry for the delay, dear diary, i had lots of homework last night, and no time to finish the story. Jason and i are truly broken up now; we had a huge blowout fight in school, i don't know why i bothered to date him at all. I know i told you before how he was fantastic, and i was in love. I was wrong. He's a prick, and always has been, i just didn't realize it. I left off with Anthony leaving the car and Michelle complaining about the taste of his semen in her mouth. Shouldn't suck cock if you don't want the taste, as far as i'm concerned, but then Michelle probably couldn't help herself. Did i mention that she's a tramp and a whore? She is. As you may have guessed by now, she's part of the reason i broke up with Jason. Anyway, here's what happened. After the movie, Jason took everyone home. He dropped off Anthony and Michelle at Anthony's house, then dropped me off. He tried to get me to let him sneak upstairs and make out in my bedroom; i told him no, and he left, still mad. As i closed the door, i saw him leave; in the wrong direction. I got worried that i'd made him so mad he was going to go wreck his car or something, so i grabbed the keys to my Dad's car and got in, tearing off down the street after him. I was pretty far behind, and was barely able to keep him in sight. Finally, he slowed down and turned into a neighborhood. I was pretty much lost. He pulled up to a very nice house, and turned into the driveway. I coasted quietly to a stop and watched. He didn't notice that i had been following him. Too busy being mad at me i imagined. He walked up to the front door, opened it, and went into the house. I was amazed; i'd been to his house before, and this wasn't it! I got out of the car and crossed the street, keeping to the shadows, asking myself what the hell i was doing even as i crouched down next to the house under a window. It was a hot may evening; many of the windows were open. I could hear Jason as he walked through the house, but the lack of lights on in the house kept me from knowing where he was. I dove to the ground as headlights swept toward me. I picked grass off of my shirt (now ruined) as i heard another car pull into the driveway. High heels clicked on the sidewalk as the car's driver walked to the front door and opened it. I peered into the window again, as hidden as i could make myself. And watched as Michelle came through the door and switched on the lights. She was dressed the same way she had been earlier: tight white half shirt barely covering her boobs, too-tight jean shorts, and high heels. Like i said, she's a tramp. Her makeup was redone, perfect red lips set in a perfectly adorned face. I could hear her as she yelled "Jason? Where are you?" So i'm thinking to myself, what the hell is going on here. She's obviously not suprised to find Jason here; either they planned it earlier that evening, or she recognized his car. I watched as she kicked off her shoes and started walking through the house. "Jason? What kind of game are you playing?" She switched off the light as she left the room, then walked through the house in the dark. Fortunately, the house was a single level, and i was able to follow her progress by the windows. Great, i thought to myself; now i'm a stalker. This is the best night of my freakin' life. I wound up a room behind her; it's hard work trying to sneak quickly. I finally heard her say "There you are! Is that a present for me?" Wondering what Jason had bought her, and why, i snuck to the window the noise was coming from. What i saw almost made me burst into tears. Jason was laying back on a bed, naked. His erection, while not as big as Anthony's tool, was sizeable, and due to a trick of the moonlight coming in through another window, the first thing i saw. I was unable to move as i watched Michelle step out of her shorts and peel off her shirt, revealing a blue thong and bra set. She climbed on top of Jason and reached back to grab his cock with one hand while her mouth devoured his, her tongue slipping deep into his mouth. Jason returned the kiss passionately, more passionately than he ever kisses me. Michele's hand continued to work on his erection as he popped open her bra, allowing her oversize tits to fall out. He immediately started sucking on a nipple, while his hands reached down and cupped her ass, kneading it hard enough to make her moan. I was jerked out of my daze by her bra, which struck the window above my head after Michelle flung it off. I thought to myself, that's it, i'm outta here. But i was unable to stop watching my boyfriend - correction, ex-boyfriend - and his torrid little slut Michelle. "Get inside me" she hissed at him, her head thrown back, her hips grinding on his stomach "now." Jason obliged, rolling her over onto her back, grabbing her panties, and ripping them off of her in a quick motion. He ran his fingers through her hair down there, and made a few moves with his fingers that caused her to jerk around like crazy, her boobs bouncing in time to his rhythm as she moved. I couldn't take my eyes off them, i watched as her nipples hardened with pleasure, and was surprised to feel my own harden as i watched. I watched him push her legs back, and watched her grab her ankles and pull them toward her head. With one quick thrust he was inside her, closer to her in this one night than we'd been in 3 months of dating, her back arched, her "oh" of pleasure echoing off the walls. Then he was pumping furiously, ramming her over and over, his eyes glued to her tits as he fucked her, Michelle urging him on with repeated "fuck me baby"-s and "oh yes"-es. After about 2 minutes she came, screaming his name at the top of her lungs, which set him off; he pulled out of her and straddled her quickly on his knees, grabbing one of her tits in each hand and sliding his hard cock between them, squeezing them together, and spraying his cum over her chest and face. He collapsed, exhausted, beside her, and i found myself able to move again. I watched as they lay there, spent, silent, except for the sound of Michelle wiping the jism from her face with her fingers and then putting them in her mouth and moaning as she sucked them clean. Neither Jason nor I was able to tear our gazes from her lips as she did that. Then i watched as the little slut crept down the bed and took his soft cock, glistening with their shared juices, in her hand and looked up at him. "ready for round 2?" she said, and at his nod of approval, began to suck his cock, moaning as his hands found her slick slit and started to stroke it. I left then, unable to watch anymore. I let the air out of the tires of their cars, got in my own, and went home. I broke up with Jason the next day. All in all, it was a terrible experience, i thought. It was only later, when i got home, that i realized how aroused i had been by watching them. I don't know whether it was the act of watching, or if i'm just obsessed with sex, or if i'm bisexual or something (which i doubt). But i can't deny that i was turned on, both times. I don't know what i'm going to do, dearest diary, but i can tell you this: you'll be the first to know. Until then, XXXXOOOO Kel :) Dear Diary Ch. 02 Hey Diary! It’s been a little while since my last entry. I guess you should expect that, since I haven’t had much time. I guess that last time; it was the first time with Chris. Since then, Chris kept calling me. Every day, when he left his wife at his house, he would call, asking me to meet him somewhere. Mostly, we would fuck at my place; he would spend so much time pleasuring me. But soon, I couldn’t help my guilt. He let it slip that his wife have asked him if he was cheating, that she sensed that something wasn’t right. Women have intuitions. I stopped and thought – what if this was my husband? I can’t help it, I’m not the cheating type…and yet here I am. Swear – this will be the last time. Chris called to see me for the last time. For a month now, I have been letting him know I have to end this, that he has to stop thinking about me. He came over – with a tape. He popped it in, and it was of him and his wife, on their honeymoon. I was appalled at first, but since then, he told me, that it’s been the same. He was always open and honest with me, that he hasn’t fucked his wife in over 5 months. I could see why. The tape didn’t show any sex scenes, although I was sure it would. Guess his wife is a total conservative in bed, as well as out of bed. He confessed that he was looking for a girl to fuck the night at the bar when we had met, but he truly felt a good connection with me. I kissed him, hard. Leaning into him on the couch, I felt his wood. He was always hard when he was with me. I smiled, sad that this will be the last time. I straddled him, kissing passionately. His hands roamed my body, taking off items of my clothes, throwing them off randomly. Grabbing my ass, he lifted and carried me over to the bed. He tossed me, lust raging from his eyes. He tore off his suit and jumped on me, covering my body in his. Taking my hands in his, he guided my hands all over himself, ending at his cock. I fondled him, playing with his balls, my fingers massaging his every sensitive area. Grunting, he stared into my eyes, his hands on my cheeks. He almost said he loved me. I couldn’t let it happen. I moved, gliding over him, onto him. I let my legs on either side of his hips and lifting myself up, I slowly sank over his erection. I left the tip inside me and swirled, making him frustrated. He slapped my ass, and I smiled, giving him the permission to watch as his dick slowly disappeared into my tight cunt. I was controlled, and his balls were flat against my skin. I rotated my hips and he loved that. I then began to rock back and forth, rubbing myself on him. I put my hands on back of me, leaning away so that he could get more access to the vision of his dick and my pussy. He licked his hand and brought it against my mound. Deliberately, he massaged me, his thumb playing and teasing my clit. I humped my hips; drawing grunts and groans he couldn’t keep inside himself. I cried out in pleasure as his dick rammed me in my sensitive spots as well as his hand on my cunt. I was doing it slow to make it last, but unwilling to let me control, he got up and rose on top of me. Bringing my legs up to his arms, he brought my knees closer. He pushed in hard and deep, pushing me into my mattress. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I was in pleasure and the silent wet slaps of our sexual intercourse filled the air. I didn’t want it to end, but I came as his cum filled me. He kept banging hard into me, both of us out of breath and hot, crying out in pleasure and moaning. He slowed as his dick softened; bring me up towards him, kissing me. Lying next to me, he wrapped his arms around me, his hands caressing my body. His tongue licked my ear and neck; he was so good at making me feel so aroused. Yet, I knew I couldn’t continue. I kissed him as we settled, and I said my goodbye. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. I’m never good at staying away from men who wants me that bad. Dear Diary Ch. 02 1:15am Dear diary, it's me Austin again. So I've been having these weird dreams. Okay they're not weird, but they all seem to involve my best friend Nicole. Yes the same Nicole I always talk about. See every since the wine tasting, she's been heavy on my mind. This is starting to get weird. So far we've been able to handle the limo ride with no problems, almost as if it never happened. Life goes on, but now I'm having these dreams that wake me up with a jolt. Okay so here's the deal. I'm sleeping in bed when I get this call from Nicole. She rarely if ever calls the house phone. Okay so she never calls the house phone but she did this time. It's about 8pm and no one else is home yet when I answer it. I say hello and she's semi frantic. Apparently her car broke down and she can't reach any of her brother's to come pick her up. No one else was available. So she called me as a last ditch effort. And of course I read her the riot act for waiting so long to call me. Of course I'd fly out to rescue my bestest damsel in distress. I ask her if she's safe and she says yes and then tells me where she is. Why she's up in Poway I have no idea, but I can figure that out when I get there. So I jump in my bat mobile and I fly off to get her. Poway is no hop skip and jump away from where I live, it's a good 20 min drive depending on traffic. Since it was Nicole in need I made sure to push the 20 min limit. I must have broken a dozen laws trying to fly out to her. I just didn't want her out in the boonies all alone at night. The freaks come out at night, hell look at me I'm out. But that's another topic for another time. I make it to her in record time. She was at the sportsplex up there. She had been watching a few friends play softball and after the game she went to her car and it wouldn't start. At least she was parked in the light. But she wasn't at her car. Needless to say I was a bit worried about her. I parked behind her car and got out to go look for her. I figured she had gone to the office and would wait there where it was still lit up and there was at least some people closing up. To my satisfaction I found her waiting for me at the concession stand. She was absolutely beautiful. But then she always is. She was wearing some nice fitting jeans and some black thigh high boots. I'll explain how I know this later. She had on thin green top, well multicolored top with mainly green in it some blue too. I had to just stop and admire her. I have the sexiest friend on the planet. Okay enough of that. She was sitting on a stool watching the workers clean up when I got to her. She just smiled that sunshine smile of hers and held out her arms for a hug. I damn near ran to her. I played it cool and just enjoyed pressing my body into her breast. Blissful. Of course I let her know how panicked I was to not find her at her car. But we both agreed that it was smarter for her to wait in the light with other people around rather then by her car all alone. She finished her beer and we got up to leave. After a few thanks to the employees that kept her company, we headed out the door. It wasn't warm out but it wasn't actually cold either. It was cloudy and it smelled like rain was on the way and judging by the black sky, it wouldn't be long. I told her I was glad she called me so I could get to her when I did. Apparently, as she explained it, she had meant to get gas before she got to the field but because she was running late, she just came straight here. And of course she was out of gas by the time she got here and didn't realize it till she tried to start the car up. This sounded a bit fishy to me but I rolled with it. I told her if she had let me know that I would have got some gas on the way up for her. It never crossed her mind. Women. We were walking pretty slow just enjoying the night when the lights on the field went out. Of course, being the big kids we are, we thought it would be fun to run around in the grass in the dark for a while. Who could resist? It started out as a simple lets just walk in the grass thing, but then we started chasing each other and playing. Two total asses acting like kids. It was a blast. Problem is when you run around in jeans, you tend to get sweaty and then the jeans seem to stiffen up on you. Makes running pretty darn difficult. So we stopped with the running and just enjoyed the company. Since neither of us was in a rush, we just plopped down on the grass in the middle of the dark field and watched all the lights go out as everyone left for the night. It was pitch black, we were in the middle of an empty field and all we could think about was how bad our feet were killing us. Oh what a night. So I offered to massage her feet for her. She said she had no problem with that as long as she could return the favor. Okay now I am not big on letting anyone touch my feet. I don't like them, they are ugly and I have Flintstone feet. But this was Nicole, and I always felt oddly overly comfortable around her. So I agreed. This is where I found out she was wearing boots. I tried to just pull them off and realized that they weren't the ankle high, quick kick off boots. These were knee high stuck around the calf boots that fit her legs perfectly. I unzipped them and then slid them off. And of course I got the already predictable caution from her about her socks. Big frickin deal, so what. I just snatched her foot up and began massaging. She said hey, we had a deal, so reluctantly I stretched my leg out and allowed her to remove my shoe. If it felt weird to be massaging her foot in the middle of a grass field in the dark outside, with her returning the favor, it had to look 10 times as weird. But there we were umming and ahhing at the expert manipulation of each others feet. Switch time. This time the removal of boot and shoe went pretty darn fast. We had already had practice. And the massaging of the feet continued. I can't imagine how strange we would have appeared to anyone watching us. Sitting in the grass rubbing each others feet, yet at the same time, I didn't care what anyone thought. It was more then comfortable to me. We could have been sitting on the bed of a 5 star hotel for all I cared. It was one of those strange moments when time seems to stop and you feel as if you are the only two people left in the entire world. It was up to us to repopulate the planet. That thought was interrupted by something hitting the top of my head. I thought for a minute Nicole had thrown something at me, but when I looked up at her, she was looking upward. Now not only are we barefoot and sweaty from running around, but here comes the rain. It may have started as a couple random drops, but it didn't take long for the clouds to open up and start to pound us. Strangely enough, neither of us jumped up. I think I was waiting to see what she did and she was waiting for my reaction. No one wanted to be the sissy of the night so we just sat there staring at each other. Almost like a dare to see who would flinch first. We sat staring, the rain kept falling. More and more it came. Soon it was just a pure downpour. I think it hit us both at the same time that we should probably head for cover. We didn't run, we just stood up, grabbed our shoes and started walking off the field. We were actually holding hands and looking at each other. Something about being caught in a down pour that cleanses the air and makes things appear more clearly. I would have sworn there was a light glowing around her. Just radiant, like she was the sun and I was the sole planet revolving around her. We never made it off the field. Right at the fence it hit us. That urge, that need, that deep inner longing. Shoes were dropped and I just grabbed her. I pinned her to the fence and dove into her mouth. Sweet fresh rain kisses. Sloppy water filled kisses. Moans and grunts filled the air around us mixing in with the thumping sound of the rain. The first flash of lightning went unnoticed. It wasn't till the deep rumble of the thunder that we realized we were in the midst of a mini storm. And still we devoured each other. I ran my hands along her smooth cheeks to clear the rain soaked hair from her face. I held on to her hair and pulled her head back to give me unobstructed access to her neck. I could drink the rain from her throat. Her body made the rain warm and salty from her sweat. I felt her hands going for my belt. I offered no resistance. There was pure need in us. No words were necessary, we were feeling the exact same thing. I was in her head and she was in mine. I felt my pants falling to the ground and I stepped out of them, never letting go of her hair. It wasn't till she started to pull my shirt up over my head that I let go. More hungry kissing, more panting and I was pulling her pants down. Beautiful purple lace thong, that too had to go. I'm sure the fence was cold, but neither of us cared. Our clothing littered the ground around our feet. We had managed to remove all items of clothing, there we stood body to body out in the pouring rain up against the fence of the softball field and yet nothing mattered but the energy being spent between us. I lifter her leg and rested it on my hip. Whether from the rain or from her wanting me, she was dripping with expectation and I obliged. We were in such a frenzy there was no time for tender caressing. The first thrust inside her was firm and deep and caused her to throw her face into my neck in a gasp. Her body clenched to mine and I continued to thrust. Repeatedly I pumped my body back and forth. Sliding effortlessly in and out of her tensed body. She rewarded my efforts with a low growing whimper. It was as if she was begging me to bring her to bliss. I didn't wanna disappoint her so I continued to grunt my way up and in and back out again. I was making every attempt to hold her close, keep her warm next to me. This was no use, what we wanted required pure energy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and threw her other leg around my waist. I held onto the fence to balance my self. I gave her the distance she needed and she did the rest. She began pumping her body onto mine. Feverishly sliding up and down on me. Her powerful legs gripping my hips like vice grips. Pure bumping and grinding. The rain was pounding my back while Nicole was pounding my front. More lightning lit up the sky around us. The thunder rumble was rivaled by the intense grunting coming from us. The pressure was building and yet I sensed we needed more. I half grunted half whispered get down. Without questioning me she stopped her pumping and lowered her legs. A moments pause to share a wild kiss and I grabbed her arms and spun her around. As if she was reading my mind or maybe we were sharing a mind, she turned around and assumed the position. If I was a cop I would have frisked her. I felt like a beast in the moment. I stepped in between her legs and entered her from behind. Now it was her turn to hold onto the fence while I held her hips for leverage and slid deeper and deeper into her. I could faintly hear her panting yes over the rain. I began pushing my body towards hers and pulling her hips to me. We easily slid into rhythm and found our pace. The intensity in my gut was enough to keep at bay the burning I was feeling in my legs. We were going at it pretty hot and heavy. The rain was the only thing keeping us from over heating. I could see the rain falling like diamonds and running down her back like a waterfall. I watched as she reached under herself and I could feel her massaging her swollen clit while I continued to stroke away. It was an out of this world great feeling. I watched as she dropped her head and then threw her head back. The water flipped up by her whipping hair arched into the air to do battle with the falling raindrops. I could feel the pressure in my groin building. I wanted so bad to hold out and wait for her to flood me with her warmth. I had to slow down and take long deep deliberate strokes into her, trying to resist the urge to explode. I felt her muscles squeeze and release me like she was trying to massage the cum from me. Suddenly she turned her head back to me and said "Cum for me baby, please cum for me." That was it. I lost it. Two hard pounding strokes and I was plunging myself as deep inside her as I could go. The first wave rocked us both forward. She straightened up a bit and I reached in front of her grabbing hold of her lovely breast. I needed something to hold on to while the second wave washed over me. My gut tensed up and I pushed deep into her again. Maybe it was the thrusting or maybe it was the vice grip I had on her breast but I heard her softly whimper into a deep moan. If I thought she had muscle control before, when she began to cum it was as if someone had grabbed a hold of my dick and just squeezed. It was beyond amazing. Her entire body tensed up and she was standing on her tip toes. I followed her up and maintained a slow steady rhythm of sliding in and out. She gasped and her muscles continued to milk me. We both collapsed against the fence and just panted for a while. The rain continued to wash over us. I laid there with my chest to her back. Slowly softening and sliding out of her. She took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh as I slid out of her. I could feel both hers and my heartbeats. We both took a deep breath and let it out together as if we had planned it that way. Nicole turned around to face me. We looked each other in the eyes, both of us squinting from the rain, and then leaned towards each other in one of those classic slow motion kisses. The rain had plastered her hair to her face, I ran my hands along her cheeks to clear it away. She stopped kissing me and got right up to my ear and whispered, "I have a confession to make. I didn't really run out of gas. I just wanted an excuse to get you here with me." Needless to say I was floored. Yet at the same time, I was extremely turned on. Finding out that this had all been a set up did something to me. It moved me deep down inside. I felt my heart begin to race. I felt myself growing even more excited. Nicole felt me growing against her stomach. I told her she didn't need an excuse to get me here. All she'd ever have to do is just ask. She told me she understood, but what was the fun in that. Then she reached down and gave me a squeeze and said she was glad to see I wasn't mad at her. Ha, like that could ever happen. I wanted to show Nicole just how not mad I was. I pushed her back against the fence and took a bite of her neck. I got the gasp I wanted. Then I nibbled down to her erect nipples and began to sample them both. I felt the air charged with the flash of lightning and felt the rumble of the thunder. I headed further south. I dropped to my knees in the mud and spread her thighs enough to fit my head. I began licking at her like she was the last ice cream cone on the planet. I devoured her, or at least I tried to. I slid my tongue from as far back as I could reach and parted her lips as I brought my tongue forward. I sucked on her throbbing button till I heard her half scream half hiss oh shit. I used my thumb to slide in and out of her dripping hole. I could still feel her muscles working. I traded nibbles and sucks and long licks on her clit. I wanted to work her back into a sexual frenzy. When I felt her put both hands on the back of my head and start panting yes, I knew I had her going in the right direction. I continued to slide my thumb in and out, swirling it around and around in circles. I felt her begin to rise on her tip toes again. I slowly slid my find in between her cheeks and found the moist wrinkles. At first I just rubbed back and forth across the tightly clinched area. Then I heard the whimpers getting louder. I didn't know if I'd strike gold or ruin the moment, so I just followed my instincts. The wetness from the rain and her juices and my saliva gave my hand plenty of lubrication. I wiggled my thumb around in slow big circles and at the same time I bit down lightly on her button till I heard her squeal. Then I slowly slid the tip of my finger in between the wrinkles. I held it there and continued to suck and lick on her. No rush, I wanted to give her time to adjust. With no complaints, I pushed my finger in a bit deeper. She was squeezing my head now. I kept the pressure on her clit with my tongue and lips. I began to hum into her as I slid my finger in up to my second knuckle. Then I slid it back out and pushed it back in. Nicole would rise up on her tip toes as I slid into her and then she'd settle down on my finger as I slid it back out. This went on for quite a few strokes. Me fingering her and humming on her clit her moaning and whimpering and squeezing my head. She must have reached that point of needing more because she grabbed my head and demanded me to lay back. I obliged and lay back in the wet grass. She stood over me and then dropped down to her knees while straddling me. I was hard and ready to feel her warmth wrapped around me again. She reached down and took me in her hands, and guided me to her back side. Maybe it showed in my wide open eyes, but she just smiled and placed the tip of me right at that tight wrinkled opening. I rubbed on her thighs as she lowered herself on to me. Slowly I felt the tip of me slide between her skin. Tight muscles slowly widening to let me in. She paused a bit to get used to me. I reached up and started rubbing her swollen wet lips. I rubbed her till my fingers were more wet from her then the rain. She lowered herself further on to me. I had to pause as a wave of chills ran through me. She kept lowering herself till she had me completely in her. It took her a minute to adjust to me and I continued to rub slow circles around her button. She sat up a bit sliding me out of her. Then she lowered herself again. Slow steady slides. The rain had eased up a bit when she ordered me on my back. She was settling into a rhythm now. Up and down, up and down. It was getting wetter and wetter. The rain seemed to be matching our intensity. I caressed her stomach. Reached up and played with her hard nipples. Twisting and pulling them gently as she began pumping me in and out her tightness. She leaned forward a bit and began rocking back and forth. I was amazed at how damn good it felt. I heard moaning and grunting and realized it was coming from me. I massaged her breast. They were so hot and so wet from the rain. She rocked harder and the rain followed her pace. She was really pumping and the rain was really falling. The effect of the rain on us in the same rhythm as she was bouncing seem to triple the intensity to the point that I felt myself ready to explode yet again. She felt it too and began to really rock back and forth. I felt as if I was having an out of body experience. At the same time my eyes rolled into the back of my head I felt like I was watching myself float up and away. I felt her hands applying pressure to my chest as she pushed back onto me. I reached down and pushed hard on her clit. I was cuming so hard my ass was clinched. I felt her clamp down around me and I melted into her. Both of us had our eyes closed as our bodies arched into each other. She told me don't move. Of course I moved and she had more spasms. I ground my body into her again and let her unleash her waterfall again. She slid off of me and just laid on my chest breathing heavy. We just laid there letting the rain wash over us. Her hair flowed down onto my chest as she hid her face in my neck. I held her close to me. It was a while before we felt able to move. I don't know how long we laid there in the grass. It felt like we were together in a shower. The rain continued to batter us and we paid it no mind. Eventually we got up. We gathered our soaking wet clothes and got dressed in silence. Hard to explain the feeling of putting on wet clothes while standing in a down pour. Wet pants, wet shoes, wet socks, wet everything. Dear Diary Ch. 02 Once we were fully dressed again, we just hugged each other. Soft kisses, lips dancing while we stood there in the rain. Nicole threw her head back and I just watched the rain wash over her. She was an angel standing before me. My own little heaven on earth. I kissed her neck and she just moaned back at me. We looked at each other and just began to laugh. One of those completely satisfied, I can't believe we just did that laughs. It was a warming laughter that seemed to shield us from the falling rain. We began to walk off the field. Heading back to our cars. I told her I can't believe she tricked me just to get me all wet in the rain. She asked me was it worth it. I told her I would have walked to her in the snow for a night like this. She held on to my arm as we walked back to our cars. The rain never let up. We took our time anyway. At the cars Nicole showed me just how prepared she was. Originally she had blankets for a picnic on the field. The blankets now served as seat protectors from our soaking wet clothes. I wrapped her in the blanket and waited with her till her car heated up. Needless to say, there was plenty of gas in her tank. Amen to that. I had started my car so it could warm up also. Wrapped and warm, I leaned in through the window and gave her a kiss good-bye. She thanked me for rescuing her. I just laughed and said, I owe you one now. She gave me that billion dollar smile of hers and blew me a kiss. I waved to her then I ran back to my car, wrapped up in her blanket and turned up the heat. It wasn't till I got home that I realized she had left me a soaking wet gift in my pocket. I never knew I could get so exciting just from having the panties she was wearing. Her scent was still present and lovely. It was a gift I would cherish for all time. I woke up with the biggest puddle of wet dream evidence I had ever seen. I was covered in my own excitement. The sheets were soaked. I just laid there, closed my eyes and remembered. Deep inhalations and slow exhales. All I could think was Wow, oh what a night. Dear Diary Ch. 02 Dear Diary, I wish I could end my obsession with my master. It's not like I haven't had amazing sex before, but he consumes my thoughts frequently and often. All it takes is a text, an online conversation, even SLS messages and I'm aroused, my body electrified and instantly ready to fuck him, anywhere and any way. One of my other lovers became jealous when he read my stories, complaining that I didn't write about our encounters. How do you explain that you've met someone who can change your very personality with only a glance or one single word? When I go to parties or events, I am the social butterfly, flitting from one person to the next, enjoying conversation, drinks, and harmless flirting. My master sits back and observes everything, not missing anything that occurs during the evening. He's not someone I would notice outright, for I am completely in my element and comfortable in various surroundings. I can't sit still, not even for a moment, and bounce from person to person, room to room. At first I was afraid to go to swingers' events, fearing that I would be found out or I would recognize someone and it would be uncomfortable. Now? I relish the chance to meet new people, to form new friendships, to find new lovers. At this particular hotel event, I was in my element; flirting, dancing, and talking with people I haven't seen in ages. I ruthlessly pursued a man I previously had sex with and wanted a repeat performance. Aggressively I touched and flirted with him fully aware I was very close to getting what I wanted. I told him I wanted to go to my room for a moment, but I would be back very soon and we could continue where we left off. He smiled and I waved goodbye for now. I was so focused on getting back to my room that I wasn't paying attention to anyone as I walked to the elevator. I pushed the button for the fourth floor and moved towards the back of the elevator car, lost in my own thoughts. I heard a hand stop the closing doors and looked up to see who disturbed my thoughts. My master walked onto the elevator and pushed the lit 4th floor button. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open, for this was unexpected and unplanned. The doors closed and he stepped closer to me, quickly closing the distance between us. I took a step back, I wanted time to think, to be able to reason, but he gave me no time for anything as he kissed me hard. My body eagerly submitted to him, molding itself to the contours of his body. His kiss was a brand, no tenderness, just ownership, reminding me that my role was to give and his to take. I moaned into his mouth and tried to pull him closer, but he pinned my hands against the car and continued to plunder my mouth. Vaguely, I heard the fourth floor chime and as the elevator doors opened, he released me so quickly that I stumbled. "Walk," he whispered in my ear and then licked it. I wobbled on trembling legs towards my room. My thoughts were discombobulated and full of questions: Why was he here? Did he plan this? What will happen next? I continued walking towards my room fully aware of him behind me, not speaking, not giving any of his intentions away. With shaking hands, I opened the door to my room and stepped inside. He closed the door behind me with a soft click. I raised my eyes to his and felt my control and aggressiveness leave me. While he is quiet and reserved with others, with me he becomes controlling and relentless. With me, he is the alpha, the undisputed authority during sex. I become his slutty submissive, his to control and exploit. He walks towards me, lusty intent deep within his eyes. Unnerved, I take a step backwards as he continues to pursue me, walking me towards the bed. When the bed halts my backwards progress, he pushes me backwards onto the bed, pinning my arms above my head. He nuzzles my neck and then nips it, while grinding his cock into my pelvis. "Derrick..." I whisper, half plea, half benediction. I am unsure of what I want, but I know I want him to continue, to make me wild with lust, to make me feel so good. "Tell me," he commands and I try to think what exactly he wants me to say. Then, I smile. Every time I write my sexual fantasies to him I tell him three things, "Use your words, hurt me so good, and make me cum." "Hurt me so good," I whisper. He kisses me roughly and then releases my hands. I begin to take off my dress and shoes and watch as he quickly sheds his clothing. I sit down on the bed and wait for him to finish. "Turn over, my slutty slave," he commands and I do. He climbs on top of me and rubs his hard cock against my ass. We both moan at the contact, my hips moving backwards into his groin, both of us teasing the other. He kisses my neck, moving his lips slowly down my spine, nipping and kissing intermittingly. His lips touch my ass and he bites the skin there, while grabbing my ass with both hands. I hiss at the feel of his teeth on my sensitive skin and then moan when he licks the bite. He continues doing this for a bit, biting and then licking the bite. My body trembles underneath him, for he is delaying the inevitable, the action that we both love. Suddenly, his hand smacks my right ass cheek hard, the sound loud in the silence. I moan my pleasure, feeling the sting turn from pain into exquisite pleasure. He spanks me hard, alternating cheeks and the intensity of smacks until I am writhing beneath him, begging for more. He picks up the pace of his smacks, each one coming faster and harder, until my body starts to shake. "Yes," he encourages, "Come for me, come for your master, just like that." I shatter at his words, losing all thought, reason, and control. I scream my release into the pillow and feel my pussy squirt from his smacks. As I try to control my breathing while still shuddering periodically, he rubs my pussy from behind, inserting two of his fingers in my wet pussy. "Are you wet enough for me to fuck you?" he asks me. I arch my hips up, too overwhelmed for words. "I don't think so," he declares and turns me over on my back. He continues to play with my pussy with two fingers, watching me intently as I moan and shiver beneath him. He captures my nipple in his mouth and bites hard. My body arches and I know that this second orgasm will not be far behind. He torments my nipples with his bite as he plays with my pussy. I lose control of my body a second time as I cum hard, my pussy continuing to squirt all over his fingers. He enjoys being one of the few men who can make me squirt just about every time he makes me cum. "I love making you cum," he rasps above me, letting me know we are thinking similar thoughts simultaneously. "Taste," he commands and I open my mouth to suck on his fingers. I open my mouth wide, deep throating his fingers, the way I want to deep throat his delicious hard cock. He allows me to do this, stroking my hair as I do so. He takes his fingers out of my mouth and moves up my body so that his cock is level with my face. He knows he doesn't need to tell me anything, for I know what he wants. I open my mouth and he thrusts into my warm mouth. This position is all about him, for I can't control the angle or the penetration into my mouth. He braces his hands against the wall to anchor himself. I close my eyes, feeling him pound my mouth hard, loving the way he loses control above me. He loves that I take him deep without gagging, without complaint, and receive pleasure from it. I love being the one to make him lose control, to have him feel like me, if only for a moment. Abruptly, he withdraws from my mouth and moves down my body. Rolling on a condom, he pushes my legs high over my head and enters me slowly, enjoying the sound of my wet pussy as he pushes deeper inside me. I claw at his back to hurry his progress, but he stops, waiting until I remember he prefers to set the pace, to draw out the pleasure, to torture me. I close my eyes and abandon myself to the pleasure. Gently, he moves inside of me, only to withdraw completely and then enter me again. I whimper, knowing he is drawing out my pleasure, the anticipation. He wants me to wonder when he will start fucking me hard, and deep, the way we both like it. "Master, please," I beg. I dig my nails into his back to try to increase his speed, to bring us both to the brink of ecstasy. He moans at the feel of my nails, but takes my hands and pins them above my head. He intertwines our fingers together, while my legs rest on his shoulders. I opened my eyes to look at him above me when I felt him cease his thrusts inside of me. "Such a naughty lil' kitten," he rasps. I try to move against his hold, but I can't. "Please, fuck me," I beg. He ignores me and releases my hands and moves my legs off his chest. I open my mouth to protest, but he leans down and kisses me hard. He ends the kiss to tease and bite my nipples while rubbing his hard cock against my wet pussy. "Please, please, please, please, Oh God, please" I pleaded, my words running together as I moaned at his torturous teasing. "What does my lil' slave girl want?" he asks teasingly, as he pinches my nipple hard. Frustrated, I surprise him by rolling him onto his back and straddling him. Taking advantage of my position, I leaned down and sucked hard on the side of his neck. I moved down his body, stopping at his nipples. My lips curved against his skin, for turnabout is fair play in lust and submission. I pinch his left nipple, as I bite his left hard, knowing he loves it when I tease his nipples. I slide my dripping wet pussy against his hard cock, slowly moving my hips up and down, drenching his cock with my juices. He allows me to tease him, groaning and shuddering beneath me. Heady with the power of driving him insane with lust, I snatch the condom off his dick and take him deep within his mouth, tasting and licking my juices off of him. He arches off the bed. "Fuck, yes!" he exclaims. He uses my hair to hold my head the way he wants and fucks my mouth. I reveal in my newfound power and the taste of my juices all over his cock. Suddenly, he releases my hair and pulls me off of him only to push me hard onto my back. He holds my arms down with one hand, while the other rolls on the condom he grabbed off the bed. Pulling my legs apart wide, he slams into my pussy with one stroke. "Fuck!" we both exclaim. We moved together, both of us ready to climax hard. His hands grip my hips hard, his nails digging into my skin. He leans in closer to my face and I grab his face to suck hard on his bottom lip, only to bite it moments later. In response to my bite, he begins to fuck me harder, the sounds of his thrusts and his balls hitting my ass, reverberating in the room. Feeling the start of my orgasm, I wrap my hands around his arms and grip hard. It only takes two more hard strokes for my orgasm, and my muscles tighten around him. Feeling my pussy clamp down on him, my master groans and I can feel the tremors running throughout his body. "Cum for me, baby," I whisper, "Cum for me, now." I hear him groan above me before he climaxes, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close throughout his orgasm. He allows me to hold him for a bit, until he unwraps my limbs off his body so that he can get up off the bed. He bends over to grab my dress, bra, and thongs, which were crumbled in a heap at the foot of the bed. "Get dressed," he says and throws my clothes at me. Confused, I sit up and look at him, refusing to move until he explains. "You are going to go back to the party," he commanded and I pouted, not liking this decision at all. "You are going to go back to the party," he repeated, leaning over me to place a finger on my lips. "You'll go back to dance, socialize, and have fun, but you'll report back to me all the naughty details of your evening." "You'll be here?" I asked, slowly starting to dress. "Yep" he responded. "And you better have exciting and lusty details for me or else I'm leaving." He grabbed my thongs from my hands and tossed them onto the bed. Annoyed, I looked at him and moved towards them, but he grabbed my face with his hands. "You won't need them," he said and kissed me hard on the lips. He released me quickly and turned me around to swat me hard on my ass. "You might want to hurry, I won't wait all night for you to come back." I stagger on unsteady legs to the door. I slip my shoes on my feet and look back at him standing behind me. I have no idea what exactly I'm going to do when I leave to go back to the party. But I know I want him again. And I'll do just about anything to get what I want. Dear Diary Ch. 02 DUKE – August 1985 I am so confused. Happy. Terrified. Feeling foolish. Feeling downright idiotic. Why did I do it? Probably because everybody else seems to have been doing it for a while now. I was the only one in our group who was still a virgin. Sometimes I felt like they were snickering at me. They teased me constantly, saying things like what will I do if I never find the Mr. Right? Would I stay a virgin forever? And so, I did it. Only, now I wish I hadn’t. Duke is my dad’s friend. Well, at least a very good and dear acquaintance of his. I never really noticed Duke until my dad pointed him out to me. One day when we were eating lunch, he looked out the window and pointed to a skinny guy who was rushing past the house. “You see this guy?” he asked. I was in a bad mood from a scolding that I had just received and was still sulking. “Yeah? What about him?” Dad didn’t notice my attitude, but proudly continued: “That’s Duke.’ Seeing my blank expression he elaborated. “You know? The champion?” “The champion of what? Apelike walk?” I found my comment extremely funny and giggled. My dad, on the other hand, was not amused. “I don’t understand why you always have to be so sarcastic, Nikkie!” I achieved the desired effect. I pissed him off. “This is exactly the kind of attitude that will get you in a heap of trouble later on in life. He is the kind of person you should be looking up to!” “Yeah?” I asked, trying hard to annoy him even more. “I’d rather look up to George!” I knew my dad hated any kind of mention of my step dad. He detested the fact that all three of his daughters found George to be a great guy. He was kind and generous, intelligent, funny and easy to talk to. I told George more about my life than I could ever imagine telling my dad, or even my mom. We dropped the subject and I forgot all about it. A few days later, I was hanging out at Mr. Dickie’s, the newest and hippest local café with an outside patio, sipping on coffee and sharing gossip with Danielle and Janie. Inevitably, the conversation turned to speculations on who was shagging who and who was going steady and all the rest of the topics, so irresistible to an eighteen-year old mind with nothing better to do. It was the last of the summers that we would have together. High school was over, Janie, Danielle and the rest of the girls were going to college. I, on the other hand, have twisted my mom’s arm about being able to travel for a year before devoting time to serious studies. After months of heavy badgering from me, in a moment of weakness and with gentle persuasion from George she consented. All of a sudden, Janie leaned back in her chair, waving at someone behind my back. “Hey, Duke!” she exclaimed and her face lit up with the nicest of smiles. I turned around and there was Duke, the guy my dad was pointing out to me just a few days ago. He walked towards our table and Janie made the introductions. His handshake was warm and firm, revealing the strength of his body, which was evident from his well-developed arms and chest, and despite the loose t-shirt visible to an observer. He held my hand in his for a few moments longer than one normally would have and when I looked into his eyes I found him unwaveringly returning my gaze, embarrassing me. He must be over thirty, ancient really. “You’re Stan’s daughter, aren’t you?” he asked and I was stunned to realize that he had noticed me at all, let alone knew who my dad was. “Yeah,” I said shyly and smiled, pulling my hand out of his. He stood around for a few minutes longer, chatting with Janie and then said that he had to go. As he was leaving, he looked at me and again, held my gaze long enough to make me blush. When he finally wobbled off, Janie and Danielle burst into giggles. “Did you see that?” Janie nudged me. “See what?” I asked, honestly oblivious to what she was hinting at. “Did you see how he was looking at you, Nikkie?” joined in Danielle. “Oh, please!” I said embarrassed, but delighted. “Did you see the way he walks? Like a chimpanzee!” I couldn’t help myself; his walk was just that odd. “He just became a champion, you know.” Janie leaned closer. “He’s a parachuter, just came back from Germany. He won! He was in the papers and everything. Plus, he’s kind of cute!” “Oh,” I nodded. Now I knew what my dad was referring to. Parachuter, big deal. “He’s dating Bernadette.” Said Danielle and sighed deeply when she saw the blank expression on my face. “Oh, Nik, really! The actress!” I rolled my eyes. “She’s a secretary, you bimbo. Impersonating a peasant woman in a local theatre play doesn’t make her an actress.” Janie and Danielle both laughed out loud. “She’s on a crash diet now, you know.” Revealed Janie. This conversation was getting more and more absurd. “No,” added Danielle, “Seriously, she is losing weight, I saw her a couple of days ago. It must be true.” I shook my head, this was not very interesting. “He looks funny to me.” I pointed out. “He walks funny, his nose is huge…” “Yeah, but did you see those eyes?” asked Janie and I had to admit, even if just to myself, that yes, I did notice those beautiful electric blue eyes. “I can’t see why you two are drooling over him.” I said. “I thought you and Colin were an item now.” I nodded at Janie “Yeah, well,” shrugged my best friend. “Doesn’t mean I can’t look, does it?” We giggled again and the Duke topic was forgotten. A few days later the summer was almost over and I had one class left, having flunked it, as I was too lazy to apply myself during the year. The blasted math had been giving me a headache throughout the entire high school. I had to stop at my dad’s apartment every day after summer classes and do my homework there. A punishment for a moment of weakness when I smoked in his place, forgetting that my dad, very much against the bad habit, would smell cigarettes on me within a mile. There was a long discussion between him and my mother, besides cigarettes, they seemed to have concerns about drinking and drugs, too, which to be quite honest was ludicrous. In the small town where I grew up, one cannot sneeze without everybody knowing, let alone drink and do drugs. That’s why I smoked in my dad’s place, not out in the street. On this particular day, I had just finished the grueling task of completing the calculations, which even after two months of vigorous studying seemed as complicated to me as they were on the day I flunked the class. My dad’s apartment was hot and stuffy and I had taken a shower just before leaving for home, which I shared with my mom, step dad George and my two sisters. As I stepped out into the street, I blinded myself by wrapping a string of hair over my face and under my nose in order to take another whiff of shampoo that I had just used in the shower, inhaling its sweet, fruity smell. To my horror, I bumped into somebody, almost falling over like a fool. A strong pair of hands grabbed my forearms and made me yelp in surprise. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and with great embarrassment noticed that the hands belonged to Duke. “Hey there, missy!” he laughed and steadied me, holding onto me even after it was evident that the immediate danger of stumbling about had passed. “Oh,” I gasped. “Hi, Duke.” I giggled and saw his beautiful eyes smiling at me. “I’m... ah…I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” “So I see.” He added and I couldn’t quite tell if he was mocking me or if his look of interest was genuine. “Ah…” I felt silly. “Congratulations on your championship.” He nodded and smiled. We stood there for a few moments longer, awkward silence making the situation almost unbearable. “Well, I have…” I said and at the same time he opened his mouth, too: “I heard… We laughed. I waved my hand for him to continue. “I heard you’re about to go take a break from school?” I nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to travel for a year.” I said proudly. “Well, at least I hope I can manage to do it for that long. You know, the money and stuff.” He nodded seriously. Again the silence in which I wondered why I was standing here making myself feel uncomfortable ruled. “I got to go now,” I finally said and bid my goodbyes. I walked towards my home and he went the other way, towards the office building where he worked as an import-export rep, which was carefully explained to me by Janie a day or two before. As I reached the corner I turned around and noticed that despite continuing to walk forward, Duke was looking back as well, staring straight at me. He waved his hand and I cursed myself for being so indiscrete. As I was leaving my dad’s apartment the following day, I ran into Duke again, this time not in a literal sense. A sneaking suspicion crept inside my heart and for a moment I believed that this time meeting Duke was not accidental. Somehow, I felt that this was planned, on Duke’s part. “Nikkie!” he exclaimed, startling me out of my thoughts. “Just the person I wanted to talk to.” I smiled in amazement. Duke’s attention was most welcome. “Your dad told me that you’re planning to go to London first.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come on, Nik.” He said, softly nudging his hand against my shoulder. “Your dad is not too happy with this taking-a-year-off business of yours. He’s worried sick, you know.” “I know.” I said and almost added how pleased I was to be told that and have my suspicions confirmed. “Well,” continued Duke undeterred. “Why don’t you come to my office and I can give you a couple of addresses of people that I know in London, friends of mine from college who moved there years ago?” I was reluctant. “I can also give you the names of the agencies in London, which deal in cheap flights and accommodations throughout Europe. It might come in handy, you know.” I nodded and felt foolish. Of course he would just try to be kind. “Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow? I’ll have the stuff ready for you.” Now, I might be naïve, but I’m not stupid. I saw the way he looked at me. I didn’t really care, though. I was going to stay in this god-forsaken town for another two weeks and then I’ll be gone. Should anything happen, it would have been forgotten by the time I came back, if I ever did, and I most certainly don’t play on ever coming back. “Okay,” I nodded slowly. “I’ll come by, sure.” “Why don’t you drop by in the evening, after you leave here?” Again, I agreed. “Good!” He smiled and stepped closer to me, completely invading my private space and making me draw a deep breath, trying desperately not to show my discomfort. For a moment I was afraid he was going to kiss me. “Your hair smells really nice.” He whispered. With that he turned around and was gone before I could say anything. The rest of the day I felt like a shadow of myself. My mind raced with the speed of light, unable to concentrate on anything I saw or heard. All I could think about was meeting Duke the following day. I took a long bath that evening, shaving my legs and armpits, and considering if I should shave anything more than that. In the end, I decided that taking care of my bikini line would have to do. I was pretty certain Duke hasn’t invited me out of kindness alone, he had alternative motives and I didn’t mind. But, should anything happen between us, he will certainly realize that I was a virgin and a shaved pussy would not come across as very modest. I used my mother’s most expensive lotions, which she kept in the back of the bathroom cabinet, always admonishing us girls not to waste them. I hardly considered this a waste. Duke’s whisper, telling me that my hair smelt nice kept ringing in my head, driving me half mad, my body responding to the pure thought of what was probably going to happen. Just as I was about to pull on my pajama bottoms, I paused for a moment and looked at myself in the mirror. My hand cupped my breast and squeezed it lightly; I pinched my own nipple softly and closed my eyes. I hoped to god that tomorrow would be everything I expected it to be. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time and if I was to give my virginity to Duke, I wanted it to be special. Special? Who was I kidding? How could sleeping with a complete stranger be special, particularly if I was to give myself to him in more ways than one? Somehow, I was aware that this was an act of desperation and that fact alone would probably not make it pleasurable. I had no boyfriend or any prospects of sleeping with a man in sight. Doing it with Duke would be very safe. He was in a serious relationship and if I didn’t want anybody to know of what had happened, I was certain it could be kept a secret. My hand left the breast, sliding down my belly and between my legs where I found the bud of my womanhood and within minutes made myself shudder with pleasure. I was about to do something I knew I shouldn’t have, but also knew I absolutely would. I had made up my mind to go through with it and that was that. The following day was unseasonably cold and drab; light drizzle cleaning the streets of a dirty, industrial town where I had grown up. My dad was at home when I came over to do homework and it took all my strength to be able to sit still for a couple of hours and pretend like I was studying. I kept peering at the clock on the wall and a few times wondered if the battery inside was old, making the time go slower than usual. At five o’clock sharp I closed my books and got up. “I’ve got to go, dad.” I said and my father simply nodded, not lifting his gaze from the newspaper. I left the apartment acutely aware that when I return the following day, I would be a changed person. Nothing would ever be the same again. I stepped out of the building and looked around as if inspecting who was about. I have not told Janie or Danielle or any of the girls about Duke. I was too reluctant in a way, one word from them might change my mind, and I really didn’t want that to happen. I headed towards Duke’s office, which was in the opposite direction from my home. I walked with a determined step, clutching onto my math books, inside of me a volcano of fear and excitement. I had a feeling that people who were passing by could almost certainly hear my heartbeat. It was so strong that I could feel its steady rhythm in my neck. I paused in front of the office building for a moment, aware that once I enter the front door, this will be it, no turning back. Just as I reached for the door, it opened and Duke stood there, smiling at me. “Hey!” he said and my heart sped up, making my ears ring. “Hello.” I replied and accepted the invitation to enter. We walked down the hall, passed a few offices with the doors wide open and to my relief they were all empty. “Nobody here?” I asked innocently. “No.” Duke replied. “Everybody is gone for the day.” He reached for my hand, leading me towards the end of the hall. I felt his strength and hoped that my hand did not shake too much. When we got to the very last office he pointed to the door and stepped aside to let me go in first. As soon as we entered and the door was safely closed behind us, he grabbed me by the forearm and pulled me towards him. I half leaned, half stumbled against him, pressing all my weight against his body. He ran his fingers through my hair and said: “Your hair always smells so nice, Nik.” That statement alone gave me the courage to take the initiative and I raised my face towards his, softly pressing my lips against his. He pounced on me like a cat; leaning me against the door that we had just walked through, pressing his body against mine, running his hands through my hair, and kissing me so passionately I could hardly draw breath. I was well aware that I was still clutching the books against my body. I was so nervous, I was afraid my legs might give way. With his lips completely enveloping mine and his tongue deep inside my mouth, exploring and brushing against my teeth, his eyes closed, he had enough presence of mind to reach for my books and take them out of my hands. My eyes, on the other hand were wide open, I saw his blind attempt of putting the books on an antique mantel piece that stood behind the door, and having missed it, the books heavily slammed on the floor, startling us. He broke the kiss and smiled. “Sorry about that.” He said and I shrugged. Duke picked up the books and carefully placed them on the stand and taking my hand, he led me towards the couch in the middle of the office. I took a moment to look around. The place looked more like a living room than an office. Heavy, old furniture was stuffing the fairly big room, huge plants boasting their greenery in the corners, paintings of seaside landscapes and boats covering the walls. I half expected to see an article from the newspaper with Duke’s picture somewhere on the wall, but he obviously did not want to ruin the feel of a cozy place with his own vanity. I also noticed that the shutters on the huge windows were all closed, darkening the room. Duke made me sit on the couch and with his hands pushed my legs apart, kneeling in front of me. He leaned forward and took my face in his hands, kissing me on the mouth, on the cheeks, placing a soft peck on each eye, his tongue finding its way inside my mouth. Of course I was kissed by other guys before, but never this passionately. As afraid as I was of what was evidently about to come, I could feel my body respond. My stomach knotted into a tight ball, and I could feel a tingle between my legs. Duke was moaning softly, one of his hands now leaving my face and working its way down my denim shirt buttons, undoing each one impatiently and with a surprising skill. “Wait, wait…” I panicked and he stopped, sitting back onto his heels, the other hand joining the effort of freeing me of my shirt. “What?” he gasped, giving me a wicked smile, sexy and dangerous at the same time. “I’ve never…you know…” I said, knowing embarrassment was more then evident. “Well, I’ve never done this before.” I finished. Duke paused for a moment, puzzled. I looked around, not knowing what else to add. The dreaded feeling that he had just completely lost his interest washed over me. “You mean, you never slept with a guy?” He cocked his head questioningly. “No, never.” I cocked mine in response. “Oh.” He said and I thought I saw a momentary disappointment on his face. I felt trapped in my own stupidity. I put myself in this position and didn’t know how to get out of it. “Well,” he smiled and his whole face lit up with mischief. “We don’t really have to fuck, do we?” I winced over his crudeness, nevertheless finding myself returning his smile. Having completed the task of unbuttoning my shirt, he leaned over me again and whispered in my ear. “But I do want to see what you’re hiding in here.” He said and I could feel a wave of tingles traveling from my ear straight down my body and between my legs. His hand reached under my shirt and found its way under my bra, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, in the exact same way as I had done the night before. I couldn’t help but moan and this seemed to please him. Duke kissed me on my neck, causing me to shudder with pleasure. He kissed his way down my chest, pushing the shirt over my shoulders and pulling my bra over my breasts, exposing them to a man’s eyes for the first time since I was a little girl, running around the pool naked with my sisters, oblivious to the shame that would so soon become a burden of modesty to a young woman. He kissed my nipple, gently biting it and making me yelp in surprise. “You seem to be ready for it.” He whispered and continued to suckle on my breast as if he was a little babe. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his mop of brown, unruly hair. I seemed to like him more with every moment. Dear Diary Ch. 02 Without a word of resistance from me, he sat back on his heels, taking off my shirt completely, expertly undoing my bra and sliding it off my arms. “Mmm, beautiful.” He whispered and I moaned again. This was turning out to be pretty good. Of course, like every girl in anticipation of this moment I had always pictured it to be romantic, an inevitable following of a few dates, hanging out in nightclubs, probably slightly tipsy, on a soft bed, with quiet music in the background and the works. At this particular moment, though, I didn’t particularly care. He was hot, making me hot too and I was ready for anything. Yet, I was not ready for him to pull away all of a sudden, stand up and point somewhere behind the couch on which I was sitting, offering his hand to me. I got up and to my great dismay noticed a makeshift pallet in the corner of the adjacent, smaller room in the back; empty of all the furniture but for the huge copying machine and several maps of the area plastered on the wall. I felt silly standing in the middle of the office, half naked and shivering with embarrassment. I crossed my arms over my breasts in a gesture of modesty and he smiled. “Don’t,” he said. “They’re so beautiful, don’t hide them.” I returned a smile but kept my arms crossed. “Come.” He said and grabbed one of my hands, leading me into the other room. “Come,” he said encouragingly again. “We’ll just play a little, it’ll be okay.” I followed like a lamb to the slaughter and writing this now, I still feel like that. We paused in front of the pallet and Duke gave me a hug, kissing me, and running his fingers over my back. The sensation was unfamiliar to me, but pleasurable to the point where I completely lost my head, finally returning the passionate kiss and wrapping my arms around his strong body. “Yeah,” he whispered as he pulled his lips off mine, still holding me, pressing his pelvis against mine. I could feel hardness nudging the sensitive spot between my legs, the similar feeling of pleasure that I felt when playing with myself. Duke stepped away from me, unzipping his pants and with virginal embarrassment, I turned away, noticing the heavy wooden door which must have lead into the hall, bordering on one side of the pallet. I panicked. “What if somebody comes in?” I asked. “Locked,” he responded after following my gaze to the door. “Always locked.” I sighed in relief. Another wave of panic flushed over me and as if reading my mind, Duke answered. “The other door is locked, too.” I haven’t noticed him locking it up. “Besides, only a cleaning lady will come into the building, but not in here.” I tried to think if I knew who was the cleaning lady of this building. It would have been just my luck that the door was not properly locked and somebody that I had known was to walk in on us. I looked back at Duke and the fear of being discovered was replaced by a shock. In a few seconds when I was freaking out over the security of the rooms we were occupying, he managed to take off all of his clothes and now stood in front me naked, but for the socks. My eyes almost popped out of my head. This was the fist time I had ever seen a man completely naked, my first glance at the cock, let alone an erect one. A glance was all it took; I was too embarrassed to look longer. I turned away and again, my hands crossed over my chest. Duke stepped towards me and hugged me, caressing my hair and kissing my face, his tongue seeking out my own. He slid down in front of me, kneeling and a funny thought of how much he likes kneeling ran through my mind, making me giggle. He looked back at me and grinned. The giggle was obviously taken as what it was, a sign of embarrassment rather than mockery. He unzipped my jeans and let them drop to the floor, pulling them over my feet together with the sneakers that I wore. To my great relief, he left my panties on for the time being. I felt as if I would die on the spot were he to take them off right away. This was the first time I was naked with a man and the feeling of exhilaration was still coupled with shame. “Come,” Duke pulled me down to him, gently pushing me onto the pallet. I laid on my back, carefully pressing my legs together, well aware that this would turn out to be more than just a little play, like Duke pointed out earlier. He lay next to me and began kissing me all over - my face, breasts, belly, working his way down my thighs to my knees, extending his arm above my waist and gently tickling my side making me shriek in laughter. “Sshh.” He said and pulled himself back up so that we lay side by side. “What?” I asked innocently and giggled again. “The cleaning lady is here.” That sobered me up instantly. I was ready to jump up and put on my clothes. “No, no.” Duke pressed me back onto the pallet. “She won’t come in, it’s locked, remember?” I looked at him and then fearfully at the door, which was so close that I could have touched it was I to extend my arm. “We’ll just have to be quiet.” He said and buried his face into my belly. His soft kisses, tongue running over my skin, gentle pinches of my nipples and firm squeezes with his hands were driving me wild. I was aware of my body being completely turned on; I could feel the wetness between my legs. Despite the fear of what was to come, I could hardly wait for it to happen. Very naively I suppose, I still had a notion of romantic coupling seen on TV and read of in the books. Everything was to be passionate and gentle, beautiful and satisfying. When Duke pulled my panties off I didn’t resist. His hand stroked my inner thighs and without a thought I spread my legs enough to give him a free passage. As eager as he seemed before, he took his time now. His fingers were running over my thigh to the knee and back, barely touching the skin, giving me the feeling of light electric shocks in my leg. It bothered me however that he laid next to me, propped up on his elbow, staring at me without saying a word, a smug grin on his face. He must have seen what his touch was doing to me. I suppose one would not have expected a virgin to be this forthcoming, but he was driving me absolutely mad with teasing. “You want to kiss my dick?” he asked all of a sudden and I almost screamed in horror. “It’s okay,’ he smiled, “You don’t have to, we can do that some other time.” His hand reached up higher on my thigh than before, only to change its course and go back down to my knee. Did he really say ‘the next time’? Was there to be the next time? I wanted it to be, at least at that moment I did. If what was to come was this pleasurable, I would certainly want it to happen again. Finally, his hand pushed further up my inner thigh, making me spread my legs even more and for the first time in my life, I felt somebody else’s fingers on my clitty. The feeling is almost impossible to describe and I hope I never forget it. I was already turned on and when he brushed his fingers against my pussy I yelped, trying hard to keep it to myself, but didn’t quite succeed. He placed his finger on my clitty and held it there for a few moments, still but with slight pressure applied. “You like that?” he asked and I closed my eyes in shame and pleasure. “Tell me, Nikkie, please.” He whispered and the pressure on my clitty intensified. I thought I was going to cry, I felt so good. “Do you…? “Yes, yes, oh yes.” I gasped and felt his finger starting to make delicate circles around my clitty, then on top of it, as if trying to circle the little bud itself. My thighs twitched and I moaned, aware that I might look silly, but not caring. He kept rubbing my clitty and pressing his fingers against my pussy, kissing my neck at the same time, then tracing his tongue to my breast and suckling on my nipple, all the while his fingers between my legs never stopped working. I could feel the pleasure in my belly intensifying and I could not believe that I was so close to cumming, having it done so many times by myself, but it never seemed to be this pleasurable. As if from a great distance, I remember hearing Janie’s voice explaining that it had taken her a long time before she cummed with her boyfriend. Months, I think she said. Well, Janie – I thought – it won’t take months for me. I was grateful that Duke didn’t try and make me touch his dick or like he asked me before take it in my mouth. I was too freaked out, yet. After all, this was my first time. Just as I was certain that a few more brushes against my clitty were going to send me over the edge and into a whirlpool of pleasure such as I have not experienced before, Duke pulled his hand away and to my disappointment and anticipation, but still terror, knelt between my legs, hooking his arms under my knees and driving them up, so that they were almost pressed against my belly. He didn’t say anything this time, his face serious with concentration over what he was doing. I finally gathered the courage to look at his dick again and it appeared funny to me. The sight of its purplish head almost made me burst into laughter. Until, that is, I felt it press against the entrance of my pussy, which by that time was well lubed with my own juices. I wanted to ask him to please continue with what he was doing before. I thought maybe I should tell him how close I was to cumming, but the inexperience had made me keep quiet in embarrassment. Having positioned himself, Duke looked in my eyes and slowly pushed forward. The unfamiliar feeling of an intruder entering my body made me squirm. Janie told me that the first time usually hurts; sometimes a lot, but I felt no pain yet. Duke paused a little and pushed in farther. I could see the sweat beads gathering on his forehead. Then he shoved in deeper and the first pain in my stomach made me grab his arms, and jump up as if trying to squirm from under him and sit up. I think he must have anticipated that and he lay on top of me, his belly against mine, his arms pushing my legs horizontally on my body, opening me up completely. He pushed in again and the pain became more pronounced, intensifying each time he shoved, until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please stop!” I gasped, but Duke kept pushing deeper, now holding onto my arms as if trying to pull himself all the way inside of me. The searing pain of his dick entering my virgin pussy was incredible. Suddenly, I felt as if something inside me had snapped and I couldn’t keep quiet. I didn’t scream off the top of my lungs as I wanted to, but the groan was loud and if anybody was listening, they must have heard it. “Stop, stop!” I begged and he stopped but didn’t pull out. “It’s all the way in, now, sweetheart.” He whispered, gently kissing me on the lips. I didn’t want to be kissed. “It’s going to get better, you’ll see.” He said and I seriously doubted that this pain would simply go away. “It’s alright, I can wait.” He said. I didn’t want him to wait. I wanted him to pull out and let me go. After a few moments he started pumping in and out very gently, his movements barely visible to an eye, but to my pussy, each one seemed like an assault with a thick bat. The burning pain traveled into my belly and I cringed, trying hard not to start crying. He was wrong. It did not get any better. He was fucking me softly for what seemed like an hour to me, although I’m certain it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. “Be careful.” I said. If I couldn’t get him to stop, I hoped I could at least make sure he didn’t cum inside me. How foolish not to use a condom. Again, by Janie’s instructions, I didn’t even think of a condom. She told me that the first time with a condom is an absolute agony. How much more of an agony than this could it be, I couldn’t imagine. “Oh, baby,” he whispered and started pumping in and out more forcefully, the pain in my stomach still beyond anything I imagined. All of a sudden I heard something bang against the door where we lay, just inches from my face. My eyes popped in horror and I looked at Duke, ready to become completely hysterical. He shook his head and pouted his lips in a quiet ‘sshh’, his pelvis not missing a beat. I could not believe the situation I have gotten myself into. Here I was, in an office of all places, laying on the blanket, in the process of losing my virginity to someone I cared absolutely nothing about, which I’m sure was the case with Duke as well, and a cleaning woman was banging her broom against the door, hopefully oblivious of what was going on the other side. After a couple of additional fairly forceful bangs, I heard her footsteps moving away from the door, farther down the hall. I sighed in relief, but just for a moment. As I looked at Duke, I saw a satisfied grin on his face. “I thought she’d never leave.” He whispered and despite the pain and discomfort I smiled back. “Cos,” he continued and I could feel his grip on my arms tighten. “I’m ready to cum, baby!” With that, his pumping intensified, turning into forceful rammings, oblivious to my whimpering and squirming, trying to see it through, terrified at the length of time it was taking him to finish. I freed my arms and pressed against his chest as if to shove him off. I tighten up my body, as if trying to push the invasive dick out of my sore pussy and this seemed to fire Duke up even more. “Yeah,” he gasped, “That’s right, squeeze me!” he said fucking me hard now, each thrust causing me a new wave of burning pain. “Squeeze my dick, Nikkie!” he kept on and I kept trying to push him out while he continued the assault on my tender part. The weirdest thing was that despite the pain, it felt good. With each thrust deeper inside, his pelvis pressed against my clitty, giving me pleasure despite the hopeless situation and an understanding that I would not achieve the peak that I almost did before he entered me. I looked at him and his face was almost as purple as his dick’s head was when I saw him naked. The veins on his forehead and neck were popping out, he was sweaty, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open with the tongue pressed against the upper lip. He was a handsome man, but seeing him at that particular moment, he looked completely different, pleasurable intoxication making his face ugly. In my inexperience I couldn’t quite tell when he was cumming and didn’t moan about being careful, again. I didn’t think he could fuck me any harder, but the last few thrusts were so powerful, he moved us both up on the blanket, scraping my back against the rough material. His body surged forward and his chest swayed in front of my face. Determined to return some of the pain that he was causing me, I sucked onto his erect nipple and bit down harder than I meant to, causing him to yell out in pain, his dick completely buried inside of me, Duke still pumping without pulling out now. I could feel the throbbing of his dick, as he was cumming, his body shuddering in a wave of pleasure, a deep groan escaping his throat. For a few moments afterwards, he remained still between my legs, his upper body supported on his hands, his muscular chest above me. I could feel him relax, his face smoothed over, the redness slowly dissipating. As if he had only just realized I was there he looked down at me and smiled. I didn’t feel like smiling. He slowly pulled out, which again caused a burning sensation inside my pussy, but not as bad as before. “Did I hurt you?” he asked and lifted his body off mine, laying next to me. I could feel his cum oozing out of me and the feeling was uncomfortable. I meant to tell him that he was supposed to be careful and not cum inside, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wouldn’t make any difference. I quietly hoped that the saying of the first fuck not resulting in pregnancy was true. I felt cold and dirty. I didn’t want to lie around and cuddle and I got the feeling Duke felt the same. I sat up and he handed me a small towel to wipe myself off. With that gesture I realized that this was all planned. The pallet was deliberately spread out for me. Duke telling me that we didn’t have to fuck, just play around a bit was bullshit and I fell for it. I had no one to blame but myself. I quietly wiped myself off, noticing traces of blood mixed with his sperm. I got up and dressed and Duke did the same. While he was pulling his clothes on, he did not look at me once. Only when I was all dressed and ready to go, walking towards the entrance, he came after me. “Wait, wait.” He said and hugged me. Despite the bad experience that I had just had, I was grateful for that hug. He leaned over and kissed me, gently like a lover, and I loved him for it. That happened a week ago. I had my final exam yesterday and hope that I will pass, I won’t get the results until tomorrow. I haven’t seen Duke since the day in his office and I’m not looking forward to seeing him again. Each time I leave my dad’s apartment I am careful to check the street before I step out. I’m glad I did it and then again, I’m not. I probably should have waited. I finally told Janie yesterday and she seemed disappointed. I didn’t know she had fancied him and she didn’t tell me so, but I could gather from her reaction. Well, I can’t help it now. I’m leaving for London on Sunday and I’m excited. Duke never gave me any of the addresses that he promised and I didn’t ask. I think I might be better off without them, anyway. - - - I sat still for a while after I finished reading the entry. I was amazed at my immaturity and saddened over what had happened, or what I had allowed to happen. It had been so long ago. I hardly ever think of Duke any more. Janie and the others never mention him in their letters or phone calls, and for all I know he could be dead. I wouldn’t care one way or the other. A deep sigh escaped me and I became aware that during my reading all members of my little animal family have come into the patio room and were now lying around me. I was grateful for that. If I had gotten pregnant by Duke, my life might have been much different. I liked it better this way. Dear Diary Ch. 02 Tues September 9 1988 11:08 pm Welcome to the Jungle. Had a dream last night. Like some of the ones I've had before, but different because HE was there. I walk into the shower room and it's like a SEA of cocks and hairy balls and ass cheeks. I can't see anyone's faces, only their dicks, and they're all hard and pointing at me. I feel like I'm in a pond and all the cocks are lily pads floating around waiting for me to grab them and pluck the flowers. I feel happy and excited but also really anxious. It feels so innocent but I get this sense they're planning something bad. All the sudden it's like the shower room scene in that movie "Carrie", but instead of throwing tampons at me, they're all jacking off onto me. The cum splatters and showers over me like a fountain. They're laughing and jeering at me. I'm being covered in cum that spews from the tip of all these faceless cocks. I like that part but I'm really embarrassed. I'm totally naked and exposed in front of everybody, they all know and they're all calling me faggot. I'm humiliated but at the same time horny. I still can't see anyone's face until I look up and there's Travis, completely naked. He's beautiful and shining like a Greek god. He looks down at me and smiles like he's going to help me, take me away from all this. Then I woke up. Hiking Travis the ball is torture. On the field I can't help but get an erection. I mean, I'm leaning over with my ass right in his face. His hands are between my legs to get the snap. He's bent over me in the classic position of doggie-style fucking. How can I help getting a hard-on? And when I watch him move on the field - hesitating and looking for an open receiver, then throwing the ball without any effort - my heart just skips a beat. He has this awesome red Iroc. We all saw him drive up in it this morning before school. All the girls were staring at him and the guys were staring at the car. I laughed because guess what I was staring at? Both. None of us knew he's rich. He seems really nice, not snobby or anything. He saw me and gave me this really big smile and walked over toward me. God, I love his smile. My knees got all shaky but I just grinned and introduced him to Audrey and Missy. Missy's parents have this really great basement rec-room and we all talked about maybe hanging out there this week sometime. Travis is so nice and so cool. Oh Travis I want to bite your nipples. I saw his cock today. I swear I wasn't looking. But when he stripped off his pants after practice at the locker next to mine, I was so busy listening to him talk - now I don't know what he was talking about - that I didn't have a chance to turn my head. So I accidentally looked down and there it was hanging down against his thigh casual and soft but big and thick. Fat. His curly dark blonde pubic hair around it, and his big balls all covered with sweat. I swear - I thought I SMELLED them. Oh Travis let me lick all the sweat off your balls… bury my face in your crotch and just smell it… I looked away really fast but I think he saw me because all the sudden he was kind of grinning. Fuck! He saw me! And I know by the way he was smirking as he pranced off to the shower with his big cock swinging that he knew exactly what I want to do. I wanna take that big fat dick in my mouth. I wanna suck on it till it gets so big and hard all the veins stand out. I want to make all the jizm squirt out so I can swallow it like a big thick milkshake. I know what jizm tastes like. I've tasted my own and I tasted Rob's. Rob's tasted really salty and mine is more like lemon juice. Thin and sharp. What does your cum taste like Travis? Sweet, like ice cream, I want to lick it off your fat cock like the drips that run down the side of your cone when it gets really hot outside and you can't lick it off fast enough before it melts and drips down your hand. I waited till everybody was out of the shower before I went in. My dick was hard and I didn't want anyone to see it. Sometimes in the showers a guy will pop a bone and everybody laughs at him. Especially when it happens to Brewer - they call him Donkey Dick! Oh yeah… I'd love to get a real close look at that donkey dick of his…real close and real personal… Rob. Do you miss me? You never look at me in school. I never look at you either. I never go near the smoking pit where you hang out with all the stoners. But when The Flame comes on the radio… that was our song… The guys from the team were hanging around Travis' car in the parking lot. He'd opened the hood and they were looking inside while the awesome stereo played Welcome to the Jungle. A couple of them called me over but they knew I had to go right home. Travis had a big grin on his face as I walked away. He knows I was looking at his dick, but does he know I'm this way? I wonder if people can tell. Sometimes I think they're staring at me and laughing behind my back. Thinking, FAGGOT. I don't think I look like a faggot. Do I? I make sure I walk, talk and dress exactly like all my friends. But there has to be something about me, right? Otherwise how did Rob know? Could he tell just by the way I looked at him? I've got to stop looking at Travis. I'm not looking at him or thinking about him anymore. He's gonna find out and he'll tell everybody. Even if he is cool, even if he is from California. Then I don't know what I'll do. If everybody on the team really did know like in my dream I don't think I could handle it. I'd have to quit school and my mom would just be destroyed. Usually one of the guys gives me a ride, they all know I have to get home, but they were too busy looking at Travis' super cool car, so I started walking. God! I need a car so bad! I'd gotten a few blocks when I saw the Iroc stop on the street a few feet ahead of me, the stereo pounding. Travis smiled at me from the window and told me to get in. I did. He asked me where I was going. I was embarrassed because I had to explain all about getting home before my mom left for work. Being forced to baby-sit your little sister is embarrassing. Some of the other guys have after school jobs but I had to tell Travis about how my mom didn't want me to have a job, she wanted me to concentrate on studying and football so I could get a scholarship to college. Travis didn't say much, he just nodded his head a lot. His eyes are so pretty - so blue. When he looks at me I get all shaky feeling in my stomach. But I'm not looking at him anymore so I can't be all staring into his eyes and getting goofy. Then he'll really know. That's just not something guys do. I need to be just like the other guys on the team. I love riding next to him in his cool car. The boss stereo was turned up so loud the car was shaking with the vibrations of the bass. I kinda closed my eyes and just imagined for a second that he was my guy … that we were out cruising … that we were headed to the lake to make out or something … Like that's ever gonna happen. Not with me. Not with a guy. Especially not a guy as hot as this one. Travis probably lives in a big house or something and it embarrassed me a little to be let off in front of this crappy little tract house, but he was cool, not snobby about it. He's one of those people who doesn't really care about how much money you have. In our school it's more about if you're a jock or a stoner and not how much money you have. Jocks hang with jocks and stoners hang with their own kind, and nobody crosses the line. Rob and I crossed the line just enough for people to start whispering and staring at us. That's why we had to stop hanging out. One of the reasons anyway. But Travis is a jock, like me. If I'm really careful and I don't look at his dick anymore, I bet we can at least be friends. Friday September 10 1988 12:34 am Every Rose Has Its Thorn I CAN'T fucking believe what happened at Missy's. Did it really happen? Was it was all in my head? No babysitting tonight because Mom's off work, so me and Audrey and Travis went over to Missy's. We went in Travis' car and turned the radio up really loud. Missy's parents are really nice - for parents anyway. They have this fridge in their rec room that always has sodas and snacks and stuff, and they have a big TV and a VCR and tons of videos. They never come down and bother us while we're watching TV. Okay so here's how it happened. The chicks wanted to watch "Dirty Dancing". Again. Bet I've seen that movie seven or eight fucking times. Patrick Swayze IS hot, but it has all that music and dancing, and guys aren't supposed to like that shit. So while they watched it and got all gooey, me and Travis goofed off, the way us guys do when we're around chicks. Pretty soon we got bored and shot some pool while the girls watched TV. I was having the best time with Travis. He's so cute and smart, and really nice too. He's got it all. Looks, personality, a huge dick. But all I can do is dream. And even if I could tell him how I feel, he wouldn't want me. Anyway! I guess the movie must've gotten the girls in a romantic mood because Missy turned off most of the lights and turned the TV down low. She and Travis were on one couch, and right across, Audrey and I were on the other. The make out started. Audrey is what you'd call a "nice girl". She always wants me to tell her I love her and everything when we fuck, because she says as long as we're in love, it's okay. It doesn't happen that often and that's fine with me, really. And forget blow jobs. She won't do it. She says "that's icky." Well obviously Missy, no matter how sweet and innocent she looks, doesn't share that opinion! In no time flat, she had Travis' fly unzipped. When I glanced up from making out with Audrey, I saw her hand reaching into his underwear and wrapping her hand around his big, thick cock! I couldn't believe she was doing this right in front of us! But she didn't seem to notice, she was so focused on that fat dick of his - and I don't blame her one bit. Oh my God. I was so fucking turned on by what she was doing. Turned on and so jealous I could hardly think. I wanted to be the one doing it! I wanted to feel that warm shaft in my hand while it got all hard, and then slide it into my mouth and let it fill me up. My dick got hard. I started feeling Audrey's tits, trying not to look at what I knew was happening on the other couch, just a few feet away! But even with my eyes closed I could still see it. I tried to concentrate on Audrey, I really did. It was so disloyal to be thinking about him while I was with her. But I couldn't help it, finally I just HAD to open my eyes again and look over at Missy and Travis. I looked over just in time to see her pull his underwear down over his nuts, and get down on her knees. I couldn't believe how big his dick is. I mean I'd only seen it soft, and I knew it was big… but I just never thought it would be this big. It made Missy's hand look tiny wrapped around it. I just stared at it as the fat head went in her mouth, stretching her lips. It was like I was hypnotized. Under his spell. I watched as Travis' eyes rolled back in his head. Missy was starting to bob up and down on his big cock, hand around the base. I unbuttoned Audrey's shirt, but at the same time, I kept looking out of the corner of my eyes at Missy sucking Travis' cock. I was so fucking hard. Audrey seemed surprised when her hand brushed my crotch. I never get that hard for her. Also at that moment she realized what was going on across the room, and she looked away really fast. She knew I was watching - staring like a dog drooling in a butcher shop window probably - but I didn't care. I didn't care. All I wanted to do was look at his dick, at the way his head went back against the couch. His soft, low moans of pleasure filled my ears. I was so fucking jealous. I could make him feel so much better than she could. I could swallow that dick all the way, till my nose was buried in his pubes, the way she couldn't. I wouldn't gag the way she did. And I definitely wouldn't spit… It's not icky. It's incredible, that hot rush when the cum squirts into your mouth. All the sudden I looked at Travis' eyes. And that's when it happened: He was looking right at me! And he was grinning! Right at me, while Missy sucked his dick the best she could! He grinned at me as he put his hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her forward, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. The whole time he stared right into my eyes. I went wild inside. I felt like I was on fire. I took Audrey's hand and pressed it to my dick. It was so hard. She tried to play coy and pull it away, but I pressed against her harder, humping her hand while Travis and I stared into each others' eyes. He grinned, and my dick jumped. It was ME he was fucking, my face, and not hers. I could almost taste it… All this time Travis was talking dirty to Missy in a real soft voice I could barely hear. Yeah baby, that's it, suck it harder, use your hand, that's real good, oh yes… Then all the sudden he yelled. "OH FUCK YEAH!" And he came! I could see his jizm run down Missy's chin! There was so much of it, she couldn't hold it all. Her eyes were watering. What a wimp! I'd swallow that big load and beg for more! At the same time my dick went all tingly, watching him squirt his load, watching his head go back and his eyes close as he hit orgasm, and I came myself, messily, inside my underwear. Oh shit. I've never done that before. Not ever. Audrey was stunned, I was embarrassed, and Travis was across the room on the other couch, grinning and smirking at me while Missy cleaned her face up. Oh my God. Oh my God. Later, after Travis had dropped Audrey off at her house, he drove me home. The radio wasn't very loud. I was so jazzed, it was like I could feel his breath. I could almost hear his heart beating. And he must've known I was focused on him because he suddenly looked over at me. "So does Audrey give good head?" he asked. He smirked. I got all embarrassed by his teasing and told him that she didn't do it. She thinks it's "icky". His voice was really low and almost growly. "Oh, I don't agree with that at all," he said. The way he said it made me get all weak and tingly. "I don't think it's icky at all, do you Tyler?" The way he said my name almost made me cum in my pants. Again. I was nervous and just kind of mumbled and stuttered, wondering what he could possibly mean. Did he mean getting it, or giving it? Could he possibly mean he wants ME to go down on him…? Oh shit. I just don't know, and I can't say anything - not with such vague signals from him… Or is he being vague? Maybe he's being so fucking obvious any idiot could see it, but I just don't know and I just can't take the chance of him telling the whole football team not to mention kicking my ass… Well just the thought that he might be coming on to me, not the mention the sight of his dick hard in all its glory, got me so hard the minute I got in my room I HAD to jerk off. I barely even got my pants unzipped and I came so fucking fast. I've NEVER been this turned on… And even writing it all out makes me so hot I just gotta to do it again RIGHT NOW… Dear Diary Ch. 02 You'll never believe what happened last night! I am feeling a tingle in my pussy just thinking about writing out what happened but here goes. I went swimming yesterday, diary and I'm finding that I'm at the pool for longer and longer periods of time as of late. I used to be able to keep it down to about 30 minutes of swimming per day, now I'm finding that I'm alternating between lying out in the sun and jumping in the water for an hour and a half some days. Well, I got home from the restaurant pretty late last night - around 9:30. I worked 12 hours yesterday and I was exhausted but I wanted to work out badly so instead of going into the house, I went straight over to the pool. I knew it closed at 10 and I didn't have much time so instead of going to work out with the weights first, I went right into the enclosure where the pool is located. I don't know what got into me, but I remember thinking that it was late and dark and I was sure no one would see me so I dropped my khaki work pants right on the concrete next to one of the patio tables and I went to jump in the pool. The water was SO cold! My nipples were so hard that my breasts were hurting but all I wanted to do was finish my workout so I started in on a breaststroke (no pun intended!) and swam quite a few laps around the pool as fast as I could. Before I knew it, I was out of breath and I needed a rest so I swam slowly over to the steps and sat on them. I looked down at my chest and I saw my breasts rise and fall with every breath I took. My white, button-down work shirt was absolutely soaked and I could see the magenta and black of the cups of my bra through the material. This is where things took a turn for the worse... or better, in my opinion! I couldn't help thinking that maybe someone was looking at me through a window somewhere. I started imagining my make-believe peeping tom while I sat on the steps, with the water swirling around my belly and hips. I thought maybe he was tall, with dark blonde or light brown hair. I knew that he wouldn't have opened the blinds all the way so I figured he was just peeking through one blind, slightly pulled to the side. I saw myself through his eyes, and I saw my full breasts, fighting to get out of my work shirt, moving slowly up and down in rhythm with my breathing. I saw my long brown hair, soaked and stuck to my face and neck, glistening in the moonlight. I saw my legs part, under the water, and my right hand slip between them, seemingly aimless but knowing it was on a course somewhere... we both knew where. Then I did something totally unlike anything I've ever done. I was so caught up in thinking about my peeping tom enjoying my moonlit appearance that I didn't even think about it... I just did it. I stood up straight and I slowly, deliberately pulled my panties down past my thighs. My panties I was wearing last night are my favorite pair. They match my bra; both are magenta with black swirlies on them. My panties are the lacey boy cut type, because I like the way they hug my ass and how the curves of my ass look in them. I didn't look up, because I didn't want my peeping tom to think I knew he was there (if in fact he even was). I didn't want to scare him off so I continued with my impromptu strip tease. In the middle of it, I got a little scared, because it wasn't really late, but I knew the cleaning lady would be coming in about 15 minutes to lock the door to the pool and the workout center. I hurried and took my shirt off and threw it in a pile with my khakis and my panties. I took my bra off quickly and let it join my other clothing items and I began swimming again. It felt so liberating and so free, diary! I couldn't believe how wonderful I felt, skinny dipping at only 9:45 at night, not caring who saw me or what they did about it. I was doing the backstroke when I realized that at this point, my peeping tom must be in the middle of a great masturbation session. I imagined him, still peeking through one blind with his left hand and rubbing his cock with his right hand. I could almost hear him moan softly when my arms went out perpendicular to my torso to get ready for the downswing and push that went with the backstroke. I could see his eyes widen when my naked breasts moved with the flexing of the muscles on my chest. I knew his balls were trembling and his hand was moving faster up and down his pole when he saw my pussy glistening in the moonlight. In my head I saw that cock of his, not too long, but thick and veiny. I saw his cock glistening with saliva and I could almost hear the soft, squishy "thwack thwack" that was a telltale sound of how fast and hard he was pumping his meat. I could almost smell the sweet musky scent that he gave off, and I thought maybe he was close to coming. I remembered I was in the middle of a swimming pool, but at that moment my pussy was wetter than it's ever been in my life. I couldn't help it, diary. I stopped swimming and moved over to the edge of the pool. I held on to the edge with my right hand and I rubbed my pussy with my left hand. I let myself float to the surface on my back and I continued rubbing my clit. I heard myself moan loudly, though my ears were submerged in the water. I felt water on my face, and I knew that I had arched my back so much that I was about to drift under the water. I couldn't do that because I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to see me rub my pussy and I wanted him to shoot his cum all over those blinds at the same time that I came. I decided then, to sit on the steps again, and rub my pussy. I swam over and when I got to the steps, I quickly shoved two fingers in my pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could and I rubbed my right nipple with my right hand while I finger fucked my pussy with my left. I heard the water slosh in and out along with my hand and it became so much more real that I was outside, in public, masturbating that I felt a new gush of honey on my fingers. My pussy was convulsing around my fingers and I knew I would cum soon. I turned around and got on my knees, with one knee on one step and the other knee on a lower step, so I could spread my pussy and let him watch me finger myself. I bent over more at the hips so the cold water could wash over my breasts in time with my fingers pistoning in and out of my pussy. I knew I had to get it over with quick so I slipped a third finger inside and started rubbing my clit with my thumb. Before I knew it, I could almost feel my peeper's prick inside my cunt, instead of my fingers. I looked up at the clock and saw it was 9:55 so I knew I had to get dressed quickly. I threw on my wet clothes and damp pants and no sooner had I gotten the zipper up, did I hear the cleaning lady call my name as she reached for the iron gate that let visitors into the pool. I had to cum, I could feel my pussy aching and I just didn't want to go home right then. I asked her if she would let me get in the sauna for half an hour since I had just finished working out. I saw the wheels turning in her head and I was sure that she would say no, but to my amazement, she said yes! She told me in no uncertain terms that she would be back in 30 minutes to lock the workout center and that I should be ready for her arrival. I took one last look at the apartment building I'd imagined my peeping tom lived in and (even though it sounds a bit silly) I gave a little wave, as if he was still watching and maybe feeling disappointed because he hadn't been able to feel my pussy squeeze around his cock while we both came. Instead of going to the sauna like I told Elle (the cleaning lady) that I would do, I immediately made a beeline for the hot tub. I shut the lights off and twisted the dial to make it run for 15 minutes, though I knew I wouldn't need that long, I was so close to coming that every step had made my labia rub against my rock hard clit, sending a shiver through me... 15 mini orgasms for the 15 steps it took to get from the pool to the hot tub room. I immediately ripped off my wet clothes again and jumped right into the hot tub. I thought about my peeping tom wanking his cock faster and faster. I saw him sitting on his couch with his legs spread out as wide as they would go. I imagined that he was jacking himself off with his left hand and holding his balls, occasionally caressing them with his right hand. I saw his hips move up and down slowly at first, then faster as he quickly rubbed up and down on his thick, delicious cock. I positioned myself right above one of the bubble jets in the hot tub and I thought about that cock being shoved into my pussy inside the hot tub. I wanted him to fuck me from the back and grab my hair. I wanted him to pull me back onto that cock and fuck me as fast and hard as he could. I rubbed my clit while the jet pushed water over it and my pussy opening. I found myself bouncing up and down and moaning as loud as I could, because I knew no one else was in the building. O my god, diary! It was so hot, and so sexy, with the water all over me and the air cooling my skin up top while my legs were in the swirling heat of the Jacuzzi. I saw him let go of my hair and reach both his hands around and latch onto my breasts. He was squeezing them, molding them like soft clay, putting his fingerprints in the terrain of my nipples. I felt him pushing his cock into me farther and faster than before, and by the sound of his harsh breathing, I knew he was about to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load inside me while the bubble jet from the tub roughly caressed my clit. I saw in my mind that he had leaned his head back and was grabbing my breasts as hard as he could. I wish it could have been real, diary, because I wanted bruises from our passion... me and my sweet peeping tom. I almost heard him scream my name and slide one hand up quickly to my throat while he thrusted upwards into me and stayed there, I could almost feel his cum spurting from the head of his cock inside my pussy. I felt myself come back to reality as my orgasm approached and I rubbed my clit harder, finally spreading my lips completely with my index and middle finger and letting the water course over my clit. I bounced up and down faster, and I leaned my head back and screamed as loudly as I could, finally letting go and enjoying a delicious orgasm. God, even now diary, I can feel my pussy dripping again... maybe it's time for another visit to the pool. Dear Diary Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story involves the main character watching her roommate have drunken oral and regular sex in the bed next to her. Enjoy! ---------------------------------- Dear Diary, Well, the party was a lot of fun... I was definitely feeling more confident and like a lot of guys were checking me out, but I still didn't do anything other than kiss a couple guys. That was nice though... One of them tried to slide his hand up my shirt, which made me all shivery and stuff, but I didn't let him get all the way there. I was just too nervous... maybe next time! I think next time I might drink more too, let go of my inhibitions a little! It's not like I don't want something to happen, it's just this shyness that I can't let go of. Anyway, the party wasn't the real event of the night, the real event of the night was after I got home! I got into bed as usual, and I started playing with myself, thinking of the guys that I'd been kissing and fantasizing about what COULD have happened. I was sliding my vibe in and out of my pussy, without the clit stimulator on, just pretending it was a real guy fucking me in my room while I was drunk... And just when I was getting really turned on, the door opened! Fortunately I was mostly covered by my blanket, and Dru didn't turn the light on, because she had a guy with her! They were obviously both really drunk and didn't even seem to notice that I was there... so I just lay there quietly with my vibe buried in my pussy, and watched as they started kissing. He pushed her back onto the bed and started pulling off her clothes... I almost told them I was there... but I was so horny and I really wanted to watch! I'd never seen anything like this going on, and it was kinda turning me on! Besides, they were so drunk that they didn't seem to care that I was there, if they even noticed. He pulled off Dru's shirt and bra and started playing with her breasts, which were huge! The guy obviously liked them a lot too, he kept squeezing them between his hands and mashing them around while she moaned and encouraged him. I started playing with my own breasts, mimicking his movements, pinching my nipples when he pinched hers... although I couldn't do anything to recreate it when he started sucking on her nipples except to pinch mine harder! It was turning me on soooo much... Then he started working his mouth down her body and pulled off her pants. I couldn't really see too much of her pussy except that it was neatly trimmed and kind pink. I felt a little embarrassed looking at my roommate's pussy, especially since there was a guy looking at it too, but I really did want to see what was going to happen next. He lowered his head between her legs and started licking and sucking at her pussy lips, while she was gasping... she started yelling his name over and over again (it was Blake), telling him to lick her harder. I think he must have put his fingers inside her at some point, cuz she went even more wild, thrashing her head and telling him to go deeper. I was so jealous... I wanted to turn on the clit stimulator of my vibrator but I was afraid that the noise would stop them... but I was so horny. Fortunately it didn't take long for Dru to start cumming, her breasts were flopping all over the place while she humped his face... as soon as she was done he pulled himself up and pulled off his pants, positioning his dick at her pussy. It was so strange looking, long and kinda bumpy with a big bulbous mushroom head... it didn't look all that much like my dildo. There were similarities, but it was definitely not exactly the same. As he started thrusting in and out of her pussy she started moaning really loudly, and their fucking was making squishy noises every time he entered her. I figured it was probably ok to start fucking myself with the shaft part of my vibe now that they were making so much noise. It was really hard not to moan as I shoved the shaft into me, every time Blake thrust into Dru. He started grinding himself against her too, while he was completely inside of her, and she really seemed to like that. I couldn't figure out exactly what he was doing, so I just took my left hand and started mashing around my clit... it DID feel good. My pussy felt like it was on fire, I was so turned on by them having sex and because I'd been playing with myself before they'd even got there... In my head a little fantasy started... Blake and Dru were over there fucking madly, while in my bed there was another guy, on top of me. And we were all watching each other fuck, the smell of sex filling the room... Then, suddenly, Blake stopped pumping, he took each of her legs and put them over his shoulders. I could only watch in fascination as he leaned forward, putting all of his weight on her legs, and started fucking her again. It was like he was bending her in half! But Dru seemed to love it even more than their first position, she started screaming at him to fuck her harder, put it in deeper... I didn't know what to do, I wanted to feel what she was feeling! But I couldn't even figure out how to do it with my vibrator. I lifted my legs a little, but it didn't really change the feeling... Dru was obviously loving what was happening to her though, she was going wild underneath Blake, thrashing around and moaning. The position let him grab hold of her big boobs too, and he seemed to really like fucking her as he squeezed them. Watching them got me so turned on and so frustrated that I just started slamming my vibrator into my pussy over and over again, my other hand going overtime on my clit... and I had to clench my teeth together to keep from crying out when I came. It was so good and so hot, having such a long build up, my legs closed together over my hands and I shook and burned and tingled all over... When I was finished Dru and Blake were still going at it. I think they fucked three times that night... that first time while I played with myself and then not long afterwards she started sucking his dick (which was something altogether interesting to watch) and got him hard again before fucking him with her on top. I played with myself again that time too. Then, as I was falling asleep they were just starting to fuck again, this time he was behind her in the "doggy-style" position. I just more took notes that time, watching as he reached under her and held onto her swinging boobs, the way he spanked her ass a couple of times... It was like watching a porno movie, except so much hotter because I knew that neither of them were acting. Everything was just sexy, although occasionally more awkward than a movie would be. And a movie can't give you that crazy musky sweaty smell of sex... and for some reason that smell turned me on more than anything else combined. Pheromones I guess. All I know is that the next party I really want to find a guy to do SOMETHING with. Maybe not all those things, but to try out a few things with. Have him touch me and me touch him... Dear Diary, Dru is taking me to another party tonight. I told her that I was in the room while she and Blake were going at it... she blushed and apologized. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that it was totally ok, I just said that it hadn't bothered me that much. She was still a little embarrassed though. My goal for tonight... try a little more than just kissing! Dear Diary Ch. 02 Saturday 23rd 5.15pm Well what a weekend I have had!! I haven't done any preparation for my new course and I am feeling totally worn out. (In a good way though) Last night was the New Student night at the bar. I went along feeling a bit nervous, but I needn't have worried. From the minute I walked through the door, I had loads of men buying me drinks. It was great! I felt slightly guilty really, but then I thought, it's their money and if they want to waste their student loan on me, who am I to complain? One of them was seriously hot. His name was Mark and he's apparently studying Politics and Economics. I wasn't all that interested in what he was studying to be honest -- I was more interested in finding out whether he had a girlfriend! Anyway, we were all sat round a big table - me and these guys. I could see all of them ogling me and staring at my tits. I was pretty drunk by this time -- I admit that. Not my fault though, I could hardly say 'no' to all the drinks being bought for me, could I? Mark had his hand on my thigh and his mate Persian, (wonder why he's called that?) was sat on my other side. Between Mark stroking my leg and Persian staring down my top, I was all flustered. Someone suggested going back to their house for a game of cards and both guys asked me nicely if I wanted to come too. The drink made me say yes. Normally I would never have gone off with some guys I didn't know, but in this case, I just heard myself say 'yes' without actually thinking about the consequences. It seemed pretty okay as another girl was gonna be there too. She is on my floor and her name is Rosie. She seemed nice enough; I think she is seeing Mark's friend Chris -- or at least they were all over each other for most of the evening. The guys finished their drinks and were nice enough to wait for me to finish all of mine. Luckily it didn't take me too long to drink the five shots of tequila they had lined up for me. It's just as well I can take my booze! We left the bar, Mark had his arm round my waist and Persian followed behind with some of the others. It turned out that they all shared a house off campus. It took us about ten minutes to walk there, not too far. I did wish I had worn some more sensible shoes however -- I had forgotten how uncomfortable my thigh high stiletto boots were. Mark liked them though -- he said so repeatedly. Their house was pretty skanky -- messy with tonnes of washing up in the kitchen. There's no way I could live there, I would spend every day cleaning up after them. Lazy lot they must be. We all made ourselves comfortable in the lounge while Mark and Chris sorted some drinks out. The guys were drinking beer, but as I said I didn't like beer, Mark kindly found me some vodka. He gave me a tall glass and although it tasted too strong, I drank it anyway. They began to play cards after everyone had drinks sorted. I had no idea how to play the game and although they tried to explain the rules, I still didn't get it. The only bit I understood was that if my cards were bad, I had to take an item of clothing off. Because I didn't really understand the game, Mark promised me he would help me decide if my cards were okay. I thought that was rather sweet of him. To my surprise I found really enjoyed the game! Rosie and I seemed to lose rather often, but it was so much fun. Before I knew what was happening, I was sat there in my bra and knickers and Rosie was topless with just a thong and some stockings left on. The guys had lost the odd sock between them, but nothing major. I suppose they must have played more and therefore they were better at the game. Rosie had nice breasts -- I had to look of course. Hers were smaller than mine, but nice and pert. She seemed pretty proud of them and when Chris asked to touch them, she freely agreed. The rest of us watched while he stroked them and tweaked her nipples. She obviously enjoyed it lots -- when he began to lick them, she didn't complain! Mark interrupted them and reminded them the game was not over yet. Chris looked pretty pissed off, but he sat back. Rosie was all flushed and pink and I kinda knew how she felt! Next round was my turn to lose another item of clothing. I was not sure which to remove, so I asked Mark what to do. He said it was up to me, but he reckoned my bra was a good choice. So I took it off. Everyone was quiet for a few minutes and they all stared at my breasts. I thought I would have been embarrassed, but instead I enjoyed them looking at my boobs. It reminded me of the feeling I had when Jez did the same. It was a huge turn on to have them staring at my naked breasts. Mark was definitely appreciative of my assets. He asked politely if he could touch them in the same way Chris had touched Rosie's tits. I agreed as I was feeling all warm and hot and very drunk. He was a whole lot gentler than Jez had been. He touched me really nicely, lightly stroking my skin and rubbing my nipples. A couple of the guys seemed rather uncomfortable as they sat on their chairs. They looked like they were feeling rather hot as their faces were terribly flushed. I could see Rosie was slightly envious of my bigger breasts, but luckily she was soon distracted when Chris returned to licking and playing with hers. I was struggling to concentrate on my cards now. I knew I had to win at some point, but Mark was too busy making me feel all hot and bothered. He sucked my nipple and I lay back on the sofa, my head resting on Persian's thigh. It felt wonderful what Mark was doing to me. Then I suddenly realised his fingers were tracing a path up my inner thigh and I tried to sit up. "Hey just lie back and enjoy it!" Mark said. "I think maybe we should carry on with the game?" I said reluctantly. I was actually rather happy with what Mark was doing, but I didn't want him to get the wrong idea about me. "Oh the game is over now," smiled Mark reassuringly. "You won." "Really??" I was so pleased to think I had won! "Yeah -- the winner is the one with the least clothes left on -- Rosie still has her knickers on." "But so do I?" I protested. Then I realised that while Mark had been talking to me, he had pulled my knickers off. God I can be dumb sometimes! I know I should have stopped him. But I was enjoying what he was doing too much. His tongue was licking my pussy and it felt wonderful. I could hear the slurping noises and when Persian began to play with my tits, I couldn't stop him. Between the two of them, I was in heaven. Now I knew exactly what Gemma Harrison had been whispering about in the gym changing rooms, the day I had overheard her talking to Stacey Jackson. She had been talking about how Kyle (her boyfriend) had 'gone down' on her. I didn't know what she meant at the time. She described how Kyle had stuck his face between her legs and licked her out. I remember thinking that it sounded slightly disgusting. Not now though -- oh no! It was bloody wonderful! I could have lain there all night as Mark did that to me. My body went all hot and tingly and suddenly the most amazing thing happened. I felt a huge rush pf pleasure and everything began to clench up inside. I shut my eyes and gasped, then...wham!! I almost passed out with the lovely feelings washing over me. "Was that good?" I heard Mark asking me when I returned to normal again. "I think she enjoyed it!" Persian said. "You must be almost as good as me at carpet munching!" I could barely talk, I was totally blissed out. It did occur to me that maybe Mark might want something in return and sure enough, he said, "Any chance of some reciprocal favours?" "What does reciprocal mean?" I asked. My head was all fuzzy. "It means are you going to do something for me!" Mark laughed. "Depends on what you want..." There was no way I was doing the whole sex thing yet! Hell no -- I was saving myself for someone special. I had no idea how long that might take, but I was not giving it away for free. "Just suck my cock baby," Mark said. "I dunno," I said hesitantly. I had not done that before. The closest I had come to a cock was when Jez unexpectedly stuck his between my tits. "Aww come on baby," he pleaded. He looked so pathetic I had to agree really. As soon as I nodded, he dropped his trousers and out popped his trouser snake. It was not as long as Jez's had been, but no less impressive. I found myself licking my lips in anticipation. A quick glance across the room assured me that I was not the only one being nice to the lads. Rosie was sucking on Chris's cock while his friend sat watching, his own cock in his hand. Maybe this was okay really. It was obvious that these poor lads just needed some attention. Clearly they were lonely and missing their families. I looked up at Mark and he grinned expectantly at me. "What do I do?" I said. "Have you not done this before??" he looked astounded. "NO!" I exclaimed. "What kind of girl do you think I am??" "Oh sorry, don't get the hump." He rushed to reassure me. He could see that I was a little worried that he might get the wrong idea about me. "Look babe, just suck and lick it like it is a really tasty lollipop," he said kindly. "Oh and whatever you do, DON'T BITE!" he added as I went to take him in my mouth. He tasted quite nice really and I began to thoroughly enjoy myself. I surreptitiously watched what Rosie was doing -- clearly she was an expert at sucking cocks. I could see her take Chris's penis pretty far into her mouth. Her nose ended up in his short and curlies! I tried this, but it made me gag to begin with. I persevered and eventually I could take all of Mark's cock in my mouth. He certainly seemed to appreciate my efforts because he was soon gasping and groaning. "Oh fuck!" he hissed when I swirled my tongue around the head. "I'm gonna cum!" After what happened with Jez, I knew what to expect. The trouble was - it happened rather more quickly than I expected!! Suddenly all this stuff fired into my mouth and I almost choked. I pulled his cock from my mouth with a splutter and the rest fired onto my tits, milky drops hanging off my nipples. Mark grinned at me sheepishly. "Sorry!" he said, not looking all that sorry. I swallowed the gunk in my mouth and decided it was actually rather tasty; salty but not unpleasant. He quickly tucked his cock back in his trousers and I suddenly realised I was still naked. Not that anyone was complaining of course. It was ever so late when I got back to my room. Mark and Chris walked Rosie and I home, then they said goodnight at the gate. Mark kissed me and I wondered if maybe I we could do it all again another night. He didn't suggest it though. I guess he has a lot of course work to do and he'll be pretty busy. Rosie said she would see me the next day and I climbed into bed feeling extremely tired. It still took me while to fall asleep though. I woke late this morning -- Rosie called for me at lunchtime and we went for a drink at the bar. She was really hung-over, but I was fine. She didn't really talk about last night, so I didn't either. I figure maybe she has forgotten about it -- she was pretty drunk too. I haven't forgotten. I hope I see Mark again. He was so cute!!! Oh yeah, Mum called to say the cat got run over. I was really upset when she told me and I cried for ages. Poor Tiddles... Shit! I think my new roomy has finally arrived... I will let you know what she's like tomorrow! Byeee Dear Diary Ch. 02 Oct. 15 I know last night I was just deflecting Mike's worries by us having sex all night, but damn it felt so good. Too just let go like that, to relent to the animal inside myself, and that is what it felt like. I think Mike is going to be sore today, and not just from sore muscles…I left a large number of bites on his hide last night, even drawing blood at times. Maybe I should get checked for rabies? It's amazing that my problem with Peter is due to sex and my pressure valve to relieve that stress is sex with my husband. I'm not going to deny that what my getting excited over what Peter does isn't wrong and I know I should surely come up with some way to stop the situation, but I have to now admit it to myself, that I find myself looking forward to my daily sparing sessions with Peter. I have to also admit as well that it bothers me; especially that it's exposing my daughters to my shameful display when Peter does indulge himself. Granted they aren't children anymore, but young ladies, but mothers really shouldn't do these things in front of their children…no matter the ages involved. I wonder still if I should have told Mike after it started, and I now look at my own behavior and even wonder if that an option now. If Mike found out how much I've given over to the situation, would he want to forgive me, much less understand. I find myself longing for and dreading each day as the children get home, knowing what approaches and looking at my own decisions each day. Well I need to wrap this up, they will soon be home and I need to start getting things done in the kitchen anyway. Oct. 18 I wasn't able to write about what happened Friday until now. It's Monday morning as I sit here and I still can't believe what I let happen yet again, a further broadening of what I'm allowing and doing each afternoon. I must say I put on a good act for Mike when he got home Friday, though I had to pretend to be sick and didn't eat supper, going to bed early. He fawned over me Saturday thinking I was sick still and too be honest I was, just not from a virus. How could I have thought that all of what has been happening wasn't leading up to this and why in the hell did I wear that damn dress… After Susan put down her journal, she felt a wicked thrill run through her and decided to change out of her jean pants and slide on an old skirt she had which Mike had always considered plain but which made her feel sexy. It was made of a very thin material, so she felt almost naked while wearing it, but it was very dark and not sheer. It was also very long, hanging only a foot above the floor as she wore it. As Susan slid it on she had another wicked idea and removed her panties, thinking it would add to her eroticism, feeling less between her and Peter when he performed his daily ritual. She had worn it around the house before, it being old and very comfortable and she had retired it from service for purposes of wearing outside of the house. She moved to look at herself in the mirror, turning to look at herself, feeling very free, inviting and thinking the dress would enhance her sexual stimulation for her, and she could pass that onto Mike later that night…probably the whole weekend. She smiled at her image in the mirror, thinking as she always did when she wore this dress, that she looked quite sexy for being forty-two years of age. She gave her image another flip over as she left the mirror and adjusting her new clothes she left the room. Susan entered the kitchen and started preparing for supper, pulling things from the fridge and setting them out on the counter top. She figured on making homemade spaghetti and meatballs, so she started chopping the vegetables to go in the sauce and meatballs. Just then the kids got home. They were getting home sooner this past week then they used to in the past, because Mike had gotten a used car for Peter to drive and he took the girls to school each day, all three of them going to the same High school. Susan cried hello to them as they walked into the living room. They all said hey and she smiled at them over the partition, still in a good mood from the sex marathon the night before. "I'm making spaghetti guys so I hope you're hungry." I told them all as I looked up at them. I always made way too much spaghetti when I made it so there would be leftovers. Peter and Mary walked past her as they went to their rooms to drop off their school things. Genie stop at the kitchen table, placing her book bag on the table and Susan assumed she had homework, which she usually did now at the kitchen table, at least the past month or so at any rate. Genie came over and gave her a half hug, seeing as her mother was busy with her hands still messy from the food. Susan leaned her head over as her daughter embraced her side. "You have a good day honey?" Susan asked her daughter as she moved off to rinse her hands to grab the meat from the fridge. Genie's eyes followed her, nodding her head as she looked at her mother. "Yeah mom, it was ok today. I made a B on that math test today." Genie told her mother. Susan flashed her a smile from the fridge as she closed it up and moved back to the counter. "Genie, that's great." Susan said to her as she drew closer, she knew her daughter's weakest subject was math with Genie more often than not making a C or a D on a test so a B was good news. Susan stooped down and pulled a few mixing bowls out for her to fix up the meatballs in, then stood back up, looking at her daughter. "Do you think you can keep making them, it would be good to pull your grade up in that subject?" Susan asked her in an off hand manner. Genie smiled slightly. "I hope so, I'm feeling better with what the teacher is going over and you know I always don't do well when I first get back to school each year." Genie said in an thoughtful voice as she looked at her mother. Susan just nodded. "I know Genie and I'm sure you will pull the grades up now, but you had me worried when you said you made D's on 3 of your math tests. But I'm glad you made a B today sweetie." Susan said, smiling again at her daughter before turning back to her preparations. She opened the hamburger meat and dumped it into the biggest mixing bowl. Genie saw her mother was busy, so took a seat at the table and started on the little bit of homework she had before the weekend started. A few minutes later the other two came walking back into the kitchen, Susan glanced back at them for a second as they entered the kitchen and walked pasted her. Mary sat down at the kitchen table and grabbing the newspaper started to skim over it. Susan looked back down and started to mix in the vegetables into the bowl. She noticed Peter as he entered the living room and turned on the Television, finding a show he liked and turned around and left the room. Susan grinned, thinking her son was now so predictable. She heard him walk back into the kitchen and stood beside her. "Anything I can help with mom?" Peter asked her and Susan smiled to herself, thinking if she didn't give him anything, he would find some small reason to start out his post school grab session. "I don't know, can you help with anything?" She replied playfully, trying not to chuckle at him. But she nodded and looked at the cabinet next to her head. "I guess you can hand me the spices out of there, I forgot to get them out before this…" She said, showing her meat covered hands. "Ok mom." He said as he moved behind her, and she felt the beginning contact of his hips as he positioned himself behind her, and she saw his arm open the cabinet. She began feeling his first thrusts into her and she grinned ever so softly, shaking her head. "Which ones mom?" Peter asked her as he placed his other arm on the counter top near her side and started to rotate his hips into her, hunching his back slightly. "Umm, the next one over…yes that one." Susan directed him and as he leaned up to grab the small bottle she felt a hard thrust into her and she heard herself moan. She began pushing her hips back into his now, biting her lip softly as sweat started on her brow. He set that bottle down on the counter as he rose his hand again, and again thrusting hard into her, causing another moan to escape her. "What now mom?" He asked as his fingers skimmed over the small bottles and he saw her head shake with each bottle. He had to lean even more into her to reach the last one and she nodded as he touched it. "Is this what you want mom?" He asked her as he grabbed the bottle, but also pushed hard into her ass and held himself there, his erection pressing forward and down his legs… pressing where he took her pussy to be. She nodded again. "Yes, that's what I wanted." She said as her body moved of its own accord and her hips gyrated down and onto the lump in his pants. He watched his hand drop and softly placed the spice bottle on the counter beside the other one. "Is that all the spices?" He asked, thinking that was all she normally used but wanting any excuse to continue his dry humping of her. "That's all I need sweetie." She told him, her body still grinding into his. She thought he would now leave as he usually did…she knew he liked to tease her many times during the next few hours before his father got home. But he stayed, and she noticed he slowly moved his hands onto her sides and she gasped softly at the contact. She was hard pressed to continue her kneading of the meat and vegetable mix, her hands now hardly moving in the bowl. Her breathing grew more rapid as she felt his hand skim over her shirt, but leading down instead of up and it was only as his hands slipped inside her shirt did she realize what he was doing. She stopped breathing for a second and held still before she shook her head quickly, but slightly. "No." Was all she said as she felt his hands continue up, now at the bottom of her bra. "Shhh." Was the only thing he said as he thrust into her, pressing her into the counter and then his hands enveloped her breasts, beginning to massage them. She gasped at the contact and thrust her hips back into his, her body pushing back so that he had to take a step back to remain standing, but he continued his thrusting. He no moved his fingers so that they could caress her hard nipples which poked hard into her bra and his palm. "Oh shit…" Susan moaned softly when she felt her son start to pinch and twist her nipples through her bra. Her hip thrusts were now faster and harder then his and Susan knew that in minutes she would orgasm. What happened next slowed her movement, but didn't stop them…she was too far gone to stop of her own accord now. Susan caught movement out of the corner of her eye and she slowly looked over through her glassy eyes to look over at her daughters, and saw Mary moving her direction, then pass behind her. But she immediately lost all thought of Mary when she noticed that Genie had her jean and panties down to her knees, bunched together as her legs flexed out pulling the clothes taunt. Susan passed into a dreamlike unreality as her eyes now noticed Genies hand between her own legs, her fingers pumping steadily into her pussy. Susan could now hear the soft, liquid squishing noise as they moved and remembered thinking why she hadn't heard the sound earlier. Susan faintly heard Mary talking, though she couldn't tell what she said or too whom. She then felt the pressure from Peter pull away and she might have stumbled back but she now felt two hands on her upper thighs. In confusion she slowly looked back and saw Mary kneeling beside her, her arms at her thighs pushing against her. "Mary, what are…?" Susan began to asked, then watch as Mary quickly lowered her hands and raised her mothers dress over her now bare ass. Susan stood up somewhat and moved to grab her daughters hands, but Peter moved forward and she felt as his now uncovered erection entered between her legs and his hips now blocked the option of pulling down her skirt. She felt his hands move off her breasts and quickly grab her hips. "Peter, stop it…" Susan cried out softly in protest, now feeling the cool air on her open pussy. She could feel the head of her sons cock as it bounced on and off her wet pussy, but she was at the wrong angle for him to enter her as yet. "Peter we can't!" She protested again, using her hands to weakly try and push her son away from her. "You're soaked mom!" Susan heard her daughter say, and then felt Mary's hand cover her sopping pussy and when Susan felt her daughter's finger slide along the length of her slit; she couldn't help but gasp aloud, feeling her body shiver. So much blood had rushed to her head it took her a few seconds to comprehend what her daughter said next. "She is so ready!" Mary croaked out, her throat deep with lust as she felt her mothers juices dripping from her hand. Before Susan could react, Mary reached down and pressed her bothers swinging cock up…up and inside their mother, easily slipping inside her flooded pussy as Peter pushed, burying himself to the hilt in one solid thrust. "OH MY GOD!" Susan screamed out in sudden ecstasy, not expecting the sudden filling as each and every inch of her pussy was filled and she pushed back with all her strength, her body unresponsive to her will as her pussy muscles clamped down on the invading member and began her orgasm. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god….yesss…yyeessss…AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed out as her head lay down on the counter top and her body jerked uncontrollably on Peter's thrusting member, her hips now bucked back and forth with his, her tightened lips sucking on his shaft like a mouth as he buried it deeper and began to cum himself, pulling her hips hard to his own as his body lost all control. "AHHH MOM! Awww god…ahhhhh yeahhhh!" he cried out as he held himself as deep as he could inside her, feeling each spurt of his seed an eternity and her sucking pussy was heaven. Susan continued to orgasm, even starting another as she felt each scalding spurt land inside her and knew he was filling her. Peter kept pulling her closer, wanting his entire body in this source of wonder and soon he thought he must whither to dust with the amount he was blowing into her. But after almost a full minute, his orgasm subsided, along with hers, though her pussy continued to milk at him and he now became aware that their combine juices were leaking between them and onto the floor below. Peter panted out when he heard soft moaning from the side and glanced at his sister Genie, herself in the throes of an orgasm…actually her second as she rubbed herself to the unbelievable scene before her. Peter felt a hand touch the entry point with his mother and knew it was Mary's, but he just panted and kept watching Genie as she thrust into herself once more and then relaxed in the chair, her body now feeling that wonderful after orgasmic contentment. "Shit Peter…you came!" Mary said in disbelief as the combined juice flowed between her fingers and she reached up her with other hand, bringing it from between her pants legs and caught the dripping juice in its palm. After a few seconds she stood up and bringing her hand to her nose, smelt the liquid, then seconds after she began licking the fluids off her hands and fingers so lost in lust and unable to stop herself. "No, no, no." Was all Susan muttered out as she began sobbing. Her legs now became rubber and she collapsed slowly to the floor, her shoulder and head hugging the bottom cabinets as she rested on the floor, her other arm covering her face, not wanting to see her children…or to have them see her. "No!" She wailed out, her body shuddering as she realized what had happened. She felt someone embrace her and knew it was her daughter Mary, Susan could smell the musky juices still on her daughter's hands and Susan felt sick. "AAAAAHHHH! Get off me!" Susan screamed out as she thrust her daughter away and Mary fell onto her butt with a loud thud. She looked up as her son was pulling up his pants and buttoning them. She glanced over at Genie, her hands still near her uncovered pussy and open pants. "What have you done!" She moaned out loudly as tears streamed down her cheeks. She used the counter to lift herself on her shaky legs. "NO!" Was all she could scream as she ran from the kitchen and fled to her room, slamming the door behind her, leaving her stunned children behind her. "Oh my god!" Was all Peter could say as he looked at her sister Mary, unable to move and just looked at her, then at the counter where his mother stood a minute before. He heard Genie sobbing now, her weeping getting quite loud and strong when Peter looked over at her. She had her arms up as if to embrace herself, her hands covering her wet face and eyes. Mary also stood stunned, but after a minute moved to her sister and embraced her, whispering soft words to quiet her. After a minute Mary began crying as well, in seconds becoming as loud as her sister. Peter backed up to the opposite side of the room and knelt against the oven as he lowered himself to sit on the floor, resting his head in his folded arms. It was a few minutes later, Peter was silently listening too his sisters crying, fighting back his own tears when Mary spoke. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should never have suggested you do that to mom." Mary muttered out as she looked back at him through her teary eyes. Peter looked up at her and shook his head. "I didn't have to listen…and it was my urges that started it. It wasn't your fault, Mary." Peter told her softly as he butted his head softly on the oven behind him. Genie's crying ceased suddenly as she slowly looked up from her hands and looked at Mary, then Peter. "You guys planned this! I just thought…you mean you did this on purpose?" Genie asked her sister in shook as she looked at Mary. "No! We didn't plan this Genie…it just happened. God, we didn't plan any of it! It just happened. All Mary did was suggest I play with mom some and that was all. But if you have to blame someone, blame me. It was my damn…my damn hormones. That and me thinking mom always looked sexy." Peter said shaking his head as tears now started flowing down his face, though he quickly wiped them away. Genie looked at him, then back at Mary. Mary stared at her with her teary eyes and nodded. "I never planned this…could never plan on this. I…we were just having fun. I thought it was funny teasing mommy, then I don't know…we both got really excited because we both thought mom would go off on Peter and force him to stop but she didn't! And that's when I told you about mom digging it, because I thought she was and I needed someone to talk to about it, well except Peter, but he already knew. I never thought it would get like this!" Mary cried out, shaking her head violently, and began beating her fists against her legs over and over again. "Jesus!" Peter spat out as he jumped up and dashed toward his sisters. Genie was just staring at her sister with a look akin to horror, and she moved back slightly, her eyes wide. Peter grabbed Mary's wrists and held them up away from her legs. Mary looked at him through her pained, teary eyes and half cried out, half growled as she then began to try and slam her forehead into her knees. "God dammit Mary stop it!" Peter cried out as he thrust his shoulder between her head and knees feeling her hit his back twice before she stopped trying starting to cry harder. After a few seconds he moved and let go of her arms, Mary pulled them to her chest, curling up into an upright ball. Peter looked over at Genie and she looked back at him, a frightened expression on her face. Peter sighed deeply and embraced his youngest sisters shaking body. He then looked up again and reaching out pulled Genie into the mass of the huddle. Genie accepted and moved closer, beginning to cry again and Peter forced back his own tears as he held them both. Dear Diary Ch. 02 Dear Diary: I didn't know what to expect from my dad as I waited for him to come home. I anxiously flipped through my history homework on the couch but was unable to concentrate. My mind fixated on our wonderful experience on the bus. It was only hours ago that he took me but already felt like an eternity. It was relieving to see my dad happy for once, and it was great that I was able to do it. I knew it was wrong but I felt so alive finally having someone not only notice me, but ravage me. My inner thighs started rubbing together uncontrollably as I cherished that memory. I swear I could still smell his musky scent on me. Knowing it was wrong caused a wonderful rebellious spark to heat up inside me. My phone buzzed and I looked over, noticing I got a text from Lauren, stating that we had to get the camera back since it was school property. My arousal was quickly swept away with fear. "How was I going to actually ask him for the camera?" I thought to myself, "Did he even know there was a camera? I haven't spoken to him yet and if he didn't want to bring up that we had sex how was I possibly going to?" I retreated upstairs to my bedroom to try and figure out what I was going to do. * I spent the majority of the next day at the school library trying unsuccessfully to study. The evening came around and I decided to give up and go home. I still didn't know what I was going to say to my dad when I saw him. Part of me wished he wasn't home but the other part just wanted to get it over with. My heart jumped when I saw his beat up truck in the driveway. My legs wobbled as I walked up to the door, preparing myself for the worst. I slowly creaked the door open and tiptoed into the living room. My dad sat in his chair drinking a beer, watching the television. "I guess it's now or never," I thought to myself. My goose bump covered body trembled in fear of the unknown outcome. I took deep breaths trying to calm my anxiety. I finally built up the courage and said, "Hi Daddy." I looked down at the floor with my arms crossed down in front of me, twiddling my thumbs while waiting for his response. "Don't you mean Mr. Roads?" He replied still staring at the television. "I...uh..." "Relax," he said coldly. "You can't help that you feel ashamed of your father." "I'm not ashamed of you," I cried out. I really wasn't ashamed of him and it hurt that he thought I was. "You see I was trying to get in this club and if..." "Its fine," he said cutting me off. "Oh Daddy please don't be mad," I whined. "I'm not," he replied as he took another sip from his beer. I wasn't reassured with his response but couldn't think of anything else to say on the matter. "Ok," I muttered and retreated upstairs to my room. I was surprised he didn't bring up that we had sex. "Maybe he just wanted to forget that it ever happened," I thought to myself. Part of me wished that were true while the other part still longed for more. I walked into my room and noticed a box sitting on my bed with a note attached. It read, "If you're going to act like a slut then you might as well dress the part." I reached inside and pulled out a black satin corset. I was shocked as I examined the lingerie. "I guess he hasn't forgotten about it," I thought as I rubbed my fingers against it. I started to feel flushed as I took my clothes off. I knew I shouldn't be doing this but yet I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to make him happy, to let him know I wasn't ashamed of him. I got dressed in his gift and stared at myself in the mirror. I had never worn anything so sexy before. It clung to my skin like saran wrap, giving my otherwise narrow figure a nice hourglass shape. Even my breasts looked better as they were held up and pushed together, giving me some cleavage. I didn't have stockings to match it but did have a nice black thong that I put on. I grabbed my white cotton robe from the bathroom and draped it over me before heading back downstairs. I cautiously entered back into the living room with my arm clenched on the sash, holding the robe closed. My dad was still staring at the television. "Thank you for the present," I whispered as I stood there awkwardly. "Come over here," he said not breaking his glare. I slowly walked over to him sitting in his recliner and stood tall in front of him. He turned off the television and stared at me, disrobing me with his eyes. I didn't wait for him to say anything and slowly undid the sash on my robe. I nervously slid it off of me and stood there, my arms crossed against my back. The air was cold, piercing my skin as I stood there awkwardly. It seemed like forever until he finally broke the silence. "Sit down," he said lightly patting his thigh. I complied and sat down on his lap. My legs draped over the side of the recliner and I arched my back straight up. I felt like I was a little kid, about to tell Santa what I wanted for Christmas. I knew he was excited as I felt him poke against my thigh, though his facial expression didn't change. "I have something for you," he said grabbing a large shoe box off of the side table and setting it in my lap. "Another present," I said as I took off the lid. I was taken back to see a rather large red vibrator and a smaller skinnier blue one. "Umm, what's this?" I asked softly. "They were your mother's," he responded while running his fingers through my hair and down my back. "Since you wanted to be like her I figured you'd want them." "I don't know what to say," I responded while running my fingers against the bumps on the smaller blue one. "Try them out," he grunted and pulled my body closed to his. My back pressed against his chest and my ass pressed right against his crotch. He leaned the recliner back so I was practically laying on him. "Go on," he said. I slid my thong to the side, exposing my bare pussy to the cold, musky scented air. I pressed the red vibrator against the outer folds of my slit and slowly twirled it around. "How could something so wrong feel so right," I thought as I felt myself heating up. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I slowly guided it inside of me. My eager pussy salivated for its touch. The heat inside me built as my inner muscles clenched against it. I felt great as it filled me. My other hand found its way to down my body, rubbing my clit as I probed the vibrator deeper inside. "Turn it on," he said as his hands clenched my hips. I nearly exploded inside when I turned it on. Gasping for air I yelped out as it shook inside me. I was dripping wet now as the pleasure intensified. For a moment I forgot where I was and who it was that was now cupping my breasts. My body squirmed on top of him. Suddenly the cold air didn't seem a problem anymore. "Mmmm yes," I moaned out through my clenched teeth. "I take it you like it," my dad said bringing me back to reality. "Oh yes very much," I moaned out as I continued to pleasure myself. My dad reached down and cupped my hand holding the vibrator. He held it there as my body twitched. I let him guide my hand and take control of that wonderful toy. He twisted it inside of me, causing convulsions within me as I knew my orgasm was just moments away. "Cum baby," he ordered. His voice was more commanding than endearing. "Cum for your father." The heat from his body filled me as I wiggled against him. I felt his hardened dick press against my ass. I couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Oh daddy!" My lustful cries were silenced by his hand as it covered my mouth. "That's it baby," he whispered into my ear. He pulled the vibrator out of me and dropped it onto the floor, leaving an empty void that ached to be filled. He lifted the recliner back up so I was again sitting on top of him. "Come now," he said. "You've been a very bad girl." He grabbed my arms and twisted my body, laying me down across his lap. I pressed my hands against the carpeted floor with my head hung over one side and my legs dangled over the other. With my ass pointed upwards I knew I was in trouble. He grabbed a hold of my thong and pulled it down my legs and off of me. "I knew you were slutty," he said as he threw it across the room. My blood rushed to my head as his hands roamed my ass. I could barely breathe as I tried to let out, "But I..." His hand lifted off of me and I braced myself for what was coming. I clenched my teeth as his hand came crashing down on me. "I've seen the clothes you wear," he grunted as his hand slapped against my ass. I yelped out and my arms buckled as he spanked me. I enjoyed the pain as I knew it pleasured him. "How can you be ashamed of me after all I've done for you," he said as his blows become more forceful. "But I..." I moaned out but knew it was no use. He stopped spanking me and caressed my ass with his hand. It hurt as he grabbed it but I remained silent. His fingers explored down the crevice, the one part that wasn't sore. As he rubbed his finger against my asshole I became scared and clenched my body. "Relax," he said softly. I tried to relax my body as his hands spread my ass cheeks apart. I felt his warm saliva drool down the center of my ass, followed by his finger. At first it felt nice, his finger circling my virgin hole, until he started pressing in. I yelped through my clenched teeth, feeling like I was imploding as his finger furthered itself inside of me. "I knew you could do it," he whispered as his finger slowly crept in and out of me. "Your mother would never let me do this." I was surprised by the feeling I had. My fears were much worse than the physical act. As I relaxed I was able to open up and let him deepen his way inside me. My body lay limp as he violated my ass. As soon as I found myself starting to enjoy it, he stopped. He let go of me, allowing me to move. I got off the recliner and stood up. Feeling light headed I quickly dropped to my knees before falling completely over. "My turn," he said unzipping his pants. He pulled them down and off as I caught my breath. He quickly removed his boxers, finally letting his cock free from suppression. I crawled towards him and knelt down before his lap, eagerly waiting for his taste that I've longed for. I reached out and grabbed his cock by the base, lowered my head, and took it into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on him at first, occasionally pausing to twirl my tongue along the head. I stared up at him and felt at ease seeing the pleasure that swept across his face. With each moan he let out I went faster and sucked harder, trying to please him. "Am I doing a good job for you?" I asked while stroking the length of his shaft. "Yes baby girl you are," He moaned out. His hands reached out and grabbed the back of my head, guiding me back to work. I took his cock back in my mouth and continued the wonderful job I was doing. With one hand I reached up and cupped his sac, lightly caressing it while I milked him. I could taste a bit of his cum and knew I better stop if I wanted him inside me again. I pulled my head back and lightly stroked his cock while staring up at him. "What is it?" He said panting. "Fuck me," I moaned breathing heavily. I couldn't believe I was so straight forward. Two weeks ago I never would've thought I'd be saying that to my own father. He practically jumped off of his recliner. Grabbing my arm he positioned me on my hands and knees on the floor. I anxiously waited for him as he knelt behind me. "Oh I'll fuck you," he moaned out while spreading my legs apart. He reached under and ran his finger along my slit. I moaned out in anticipation as he parted the folds of my pussy and prepared himself for entry. I eagerly pushed myself back when I felt his cock press against me. "Oh yes," I whined out as he thrust himself into me, filling the aching void he left earlier. My body shook with pleasure as he plunged in and out of me. My arms buckled under the pressure and I couldn't hold myself up any longer. I lowered my head to the floor, moaning into the carpet. He gripped the sides of my corset and, using it as leverage, pulled it down my sweaty body. His thrusts became more forceful as our bodies slapped against each other. "You feel so fucking good," he moaned while continuing his dominance of my writhing body. "I want to cum." I longed for that taste of his seed in my mouth. I gathered the last of my strength and turned around on my knees. He stood up and I quickly grabbed his throbbing cock, stroking the length of his shaft. "Then cum for your little girl," I moaned staring up at him. His sweaty body glistened as I took his cock into my mouth. I engulfed it, sucking vigorously as he moaned. His cock grew in my mouth and I knew I was about to get what I wanted. He let out a boorish grunt as he came into my mouth. His warm, thick seed filled me as I continued to pump his cock with my hand. I continued to suck any remnants of cum from him I could get. His body twitched and his cock was softening so I let my grip go and leaned back. I savored his cum in my mouth until I let it seep out, dripping down my chin and onto my breasts and corset. "Feel better daddy," I asked looking up at him. "Much," he replied panting. We just stared at each other while catching our breath. When I stood up I heard a knock on the door. I draped my robe over me and waited a moment for my dad to get dressed before answering the door. "Hey," Lauren said hello from the doorway. Still panting I replied, "Oh hey." "Well what have you been doing," Lauren giggled looking at me up and down. "Um," I replied holding my robe closed. I couldn't think of anything to say. Lauren walked passed me and into the house, stopping when she saw my dad. "Well hello Mr. Roads," she said then looked at me smiling. My dad just stood there, not saying anything. I didn't know what to do. If I told Lauren who he really is then my dad would realize I'm not ashamed of him, but then Lauren would know and could tell everyone at school. If I didn't tell her then my dad would still think I'm ashamed of him, and I didn't want that. I built up some courage, took a deep breath, and said, "Lauren, he really isn't my neighbor. His name is Steve, and he's my dad." Once hearing the good news my dad walked out of the room, leaving us alone to talk. Lauren's mouth dropped as she looked at me. "Why you kinky little bitch," she smirked. Somewhat relieved I asked, "So you're not going to tell anyone?" "Well that depends," she paused. "Depends on what?" I asked scared of what she could possibly want. "I want you to help me seduce my dad," she smiled with a devilish grin. I stood there shocked, unable to speak. "Well think about it," she said and headed out the door. "What am I going to do?" XOXOXOXOXOXOXO Dear Diary Ch. 03 If you like, or dislike my story, feel free to drop me a line and let me know! - kelli * * * * * June 20 Hi! I know it's been a while, dear diary, since i've let you know what's going on in my life. it's been busy, with graduation, summer, and a new boyfriend. And, of course, my 18th birthday is coming up before too long, and i'm looking forward to that, too. The little problem i discussed in my last entry is getting worse. i'm worried. ever since that night with Anthony and Michelle and Jason, i can't seem to think about anything except sex. It's killing me, just killing me. I think i must be a pervert. Let me give you an example. Christine, my older sister, brought home a boyfriend from college. She's 19, he's 20. He's been over for dinner a few times, and all i can think of when i look at him is how much i want to see him naked. Last night i woke up in a cold sweat from a dream where he had sex with me... and christine.. and my 16 year old sister Ellen... one after the other, and we all had to watch. I guess i'm lucky that my sick mind didn't put my brother Randy in there somewhere, but, in any case, it worries me. a lot. I feel the same way sometimes with the people that Ellen brings home... yes, 16 year old boys, and, perhaps scariest of all, the girls that my twin brother Randy brings home. I don't know what's the matter with me! Of course, Dearest Diary, you know me well enought to know that i would never act on any of these impulses, at least not in any way that involves anyone besides me. :) talk to you soon. xo Kelli. June 25 This weekend is a big one. My parents are away for the whole weekend. My boyfriend Chad and I are spending the day together Saturday at the pool - it makes me hot just thinking of him in only his swimsuit. I bought a tiny bikini today to wear, i think he'll like it. Saturday night is a unique experience, a big sleepover with some of Ellen's friends, some of my friends, and some of Christine's friends. Sunday i'm guessing i'll be sleeping from Saturday's sleepover, it'll probably be a late night. Anyway, i'll let you know more soon! June 29 Oh my... what a weekend. I don't even know where to begin. maybe i should go in order of amazingness... or kinkiness. No, i guess i'll go in time order. I must warn you, diary, i'm not proud of the things i'll be telling you. But i wouldn't change them, either. Okay. Saturday. the trip to the pool. I was planning to make sure that Chad didn't look at anyone other than me. I started by applying enough makeup to look really good, without looking unnatural. A sports bra and a tank top covered me from the waist up, sandals, panties, and a tiny skirt covered me from the waist down. How tiny, you ask? Let's just say i wouldn't be doing any bending down that day, and i had color coordinated panties on, just in case i forgot :) My towels and bikini i carried in a bright yellow bag over my shoulder. Chad looked great. He's got dark hair, long, and piercing green eyes. He's a football player, a wide receiver, and he's got what i consider the perfect build: long, lean, muscular to a degree. he's about 6 feet tall, though, which makes me look positively tiny. He laughs when i complain about it, and frequently makes some comment about me being just the right height for certain things. I pretend i don't understand what he's talking about, he pretends he believes me, and we move on. Today he was wearing sandals, tight shorts, and a tight t-shirt. I spent most of the drive over trying to get Chad hot in various naughty ways. I made a show of trying to keep my skirt down while managing to flash my panties at him. I rested my hand on his thigh, and "accidentally" brushed his private parts when we made a turn. I spent a lot of time licking my lips slowly. Basically, i was slutting it up, but it was fun, and he seemed to like it. We got to the pool and headed for our separate changing rooms, Chad walking with some difficulty in those tight shorts of his thanks to my efforts. This is where it all starts to get weird. The two rooms are back to back, with the showers sharing a common wall for plumbing or whatever. All of the changing rooms are set into stalls with doors, a small area made up of two rooms, a small room with hooks and a bench, and a separate shower area, so you can shower and change in privacy from the other people in the locker room. I walked into the stall on the far right, relieved that i wouldn't have to undress in front of the other girls; and, confidentially, more relieved that i wouldn't have to try not to watch them undress. Riding over with Chad had made me super-horny, and i wasn't sure if i could not watch the naked flesh around me. I walked through the room with my sunglasses on, not making eye contact, directly into the farthest booth on the right. With a relieved sigh, i slumped down on the bench to relax for a moment. As i started to take my top off, i saw an odd thing written in marker on the shower wall. Examined closer, it said "2C" and had an arrow pointing toward the middle right of the back wall. I leaned down to look at it, and found a slightly discolored area. pushing on it, i was surprised when it fell off, leaving a small hole. I knelt down, curious, and put my eye to the hole. What i saw was a naked guy's butt as he pulled on his swimsuit. It was a good looking guy, too. My jaw dropped a couple of inches when i realized i was looking into the men's locker room. It dropped again as the guy left, and Chad walked in right after him. Chad and i have only been dating for a month; there's been the occasional grope, but nothing beyond that, so i felt i should probably stop watching. But i couldn't. I couldn't tear my eyes away as he pulled off that shirt to reveal his fantastic chest. I still couldn't make them move as he slid the jeans down to reveal the boxers that were doing a terrible job of holding him inside. And i was completely unable to do anything as he slid the boxers down and walked toward the shower area, his gorgeous erect rod leading the way. I was drooling with lust for him, if there hadn't been a wall between us i would have had him then and there. And then it got better. After he turned on the spray, he leaned back against the doorway, the water pelting him, and started to stroke himself. I could hardly breathe as i watched him masturbate, knowing from the look on his face, his eyes closed and head tilted back, that he was thinking of me, that i had turned him on. One hand cupped his large balls, while the other stroked up and down lazily, from the very tip to the very base. I was having trouble breathing as his hand moved faster, then faster still. Finally, with a groan, he shot his load towards me, and collapsed panting against the wall. I had two problems now. First, i felt like i had cheated, since i had seen him naked and he'd never seen me. That one i could live with. The other problem was that my body was on fire, and i didn't think i could go out in public like that. What was a nice girl to do? Or me, for that matter? With a quick shove, i shoved the plug back into, and through, the hole in the wall, where it must have looked like it had just fallen off the wall to Chad. I coughed a couple times, taking a quick chance to see if it looked like Chad had taken the hint. The fact that no light was showing through the hole now told me that he had. Showtime. I faced away from Chad, standing in the shower area, and bent at the waist to unlace my sandals slowly, giving him a perfect view of my panty-clad ass under my short skirt, then kicked them into the other room. My top went next, slowly, then my skirt, bending again, accompanied by a lot of wiggling as i slid it down my legs. Turning now, careful not to look at the hole, i stood up and ran my hands through my hair, clad in my grey sports bra and panties. I could almost feel his eyes on me as i pulled the bra off, revealing my breasts to him for the first time. They are large enough, a C-cup, and are almost perfectly formed, with big nipples when i'm aroused, which i definitely was. I spent a few seconds running my fingers over them, raising the nipples higher for Chad, cupping them and enjoying the sensation. Then, bending forward now, i shimmied the panties off, leaving me naked in front of my boyfriend's eye through the hole. I reached forward and turned on the spray, then stepped back and leaned against the doorway, just as Chad had done. I knew i had to be quick, or i'd chicken out, so i started to stroke myself, spreading the wetness Chad had created in me. When i was well lubricated, i started to flick my little button, each flick accompanied by a sharp gasp. After a minute or so, i turned around and put one hand on the wall, spreading my legs wide, facing away from Chad who now had a great view of my ass, and what i was doing to myself, from behind. He got to watch as i slid a finger inside myself, and he heard my low cries as i came, shaking, moaning his name. I then returned to my shower with a self satisfied, if trembling, grin. I got the chance, when i noticed the light again, to look into Chad's stall. I was pleased to see him trying to pull his swimsuit on over another raging erection. I finished getting dressed, and walked out to the pool deck. Neither of us mentioned what we had seen; Chad probably still thinks i didn't know he was watching. And i couldn't forget what i got to watch; i wanted him so bad i could taste him. Okay, diary, i'm going to bed. I'll tell you about the sleepover tomorrow. Kel :) To Be Continued... Dear Diary Ch. 03 I skipped a few entries and I reached the one that read: PBXK - July 1988 SEAN – July 1989 I swallowed hard. This one I still felt guilty about. Sean is Janie's dad. I have returned home for the first time in four years. My parents were delighted to see me, but I could sense that neither of them, especially my dad has forgiven me for breaking my word and not coming home after a year in Europe. How could I explain it to them, though? They would never understand. Their honeymoon in Mexico and mom's second one in Italy with George was the peak of sophistication as far as they were concerned. To completely abandon ones entire family and friends only to live out of a suitcase and be a stranger wherever one went was beyond their comprehension. They enjoyed my tales of old towns and cities in England and Greece, small villages in Scotland and Ireland and my mom even found Morocco to be more than just a hellhole on the map; still, I don't believe I quite persuaded them of the intoxication one experiences when one leaves a small, oppressive, 'friendly' town and heads out into the big wide world. They also failed to understand how I could have returned to the States and heading for Chicago, enrolling in college there rather than somewhere closer to home. As far as they are concerned, we're talking about another hellhole on the map. They have been taking turns keeping their eyes on me for the past three days, after which I was finally able to make a phone call without their suspicious glances following me, as if I was just about to dash out of the house never to return. I knew Janie's mom had passed away about a year after I left, and occasional letters that I received from my friends in Europe have told me that things in everybody's lives were changing very rapidly. A few months away from home I began feeling like I couldn't catch up anymore, things have been different for all of us. I never called any of my friends in four years, occasionally mailing a postcard, just so that they would know I was still thinking of them. I don't believe they knew quite how often they all crossed my mind. On the third day after I returned home, I finally gathered enough courage to call Janie, somewhat surprised, but pleased that the phone number had not changed. My mom told me that after her mother's death, Janie and her father have finally moved to a new house, which had been a plan when we were still in high school. "Hey!" was all I said and Janie screamed in delight. It felt good to be remembered so well. She was so happy I called. What? I was at home? Oh my god, now she was really happy! She doesn't have time to talk; she is on her way out the door as we speak. She is sitting for an exam, a really hard one, so she shouldn't be late. Yeah, college is a drag, but it's not all that bad really. She should be back in the afternoon. I absolutely have to come and we'll go out and find other girls. But she'll be back at four and do I know where she lives now? Yeah, I should come by exactly at four and we'll hang out. And by the way, she's pissed at me for not keeping in touch, but she's very happy I called! The avalanche of words seized as I hung up, memories of the past slowly creeping into my head. We had some good times together. I was glad I was about to see her again. I made a few more calls to my old friends, but just like Janie, most of them were at colleges or their summer jobs and I didn't get to talk to anyone else. The time seemed to slow down that day and I found myself antsy with anticipation of meeting my best friend again. She showed me around her new home, which is absolutely amazing. Her dad, an architect, has decorated the entire place himself and the effect is astonishing. Unbelievable colors on the walls, furniture of unconventional shapes and sizes, abstract paintings, bowls of fruit, flowers and plants everywhere – her home looks like something out of a magazine. I have to admit I felt a bit envious at one point. Then, I remembered which town this beautiful home is in and my envy evaporated. No matter how stunning the house, I wouldn't want to live here again. As I sat in Janie's bedroom, watching TV while she was taking a shower I was startled by a sudden appearance of her dad in the door. I didn't hear him enter the house; his steps drowned by the running water in the attached bathroom and the TV sounds. "Hello!" I said and he smiled. Still the same Mr. Davey I remembered. No grayness to be seen in his dirty blond hair, tall and sporty, his eyes full of mischief. When we were kids, Janie's dad was the most fun of all our parents. He was always late bringing everybody home after soccer practices, having taken us to the local ice-cream parlor. He always cheered the loudest at our games, laughed the hardest at our jokes and tales of childish escapades. He dressed the coolest and listened to the same music as we did, never minding the loud volume, which would have made any other parent delicately point out that the neighbors will complain and would we please turn it down. Still the same, handsome Janie's dad. I have always suspected most of her friends, including myself, have had a secret crush on him. Of course, we couldn't discuss something like that in her presence. Danielle and I have had a few heart-to-heart talks, though. "Well, I'll be damned." He said and walked into the bedroom. "Nikkie?" "Yes," I smiled and he approached me, offering his hand in greeting. "When did you come back?" he asked and sat down on the bed next to me, very predictably smelling of the most intoxicating cologne a man could find. We chatted for a while and I found myself staring into his eyes, trying to see him as Janie's dad, a guy who used to make sure I only got chocolate ice cream, no sprinkles or nuts, exactly as I liked it. "You look good, Nikkie." He said and my thoughts of him being my friend's dad went out the window. "You do, too, Mr. Davey." I said and returned a top to bottom stare that he had just given me, nodding my head. I couldn't believe I just did a little flirt. "Oh, please. Sean, just call me Sean." The water in the bathroom stopped running and we could hear banging of the shower door as Janie was coming out to dry herself off. "I'm in here, Janie!" yelled Sean towards the bathroom. "So, come out decent." Just before Janie re-entered the room, her dad got up and walked to the desk beneath the window, leaning against it, smiling at his daughter as she came into view. He asked her about her exam and she told him that we were just about to go out and meet with other girls. He insisted that he would fix us a quick dinner first; he was starving and did not want to eat alone. I felt sorry for him. Janie's parents always seemed to get along so well, his wife's death must have been devastating. I didn't remember Janie mentioning him having a girlfriend, but then, we didn't get that far yet. Janie rolled her eyes and with an air of great drama agreed. "And while you're drying your hair and getting ready, Nikkie here will come with me and help me, won't you Nik?" My heart skipped a beat and I looked at Janie. "Yeah, you might as well. He's always making me help." Said Janie with a pretence annoyance. "You better be careful to cube and dice all vegetables the same size, or you'll be in trouble. You know how those architects can get." She giggled and her dad waved her finger at her. When I entered the kitchen, I found myself in every woman's heaven. Everything in it was ocean blue. The walls, cabinets and the wooden floor were all the same shade of blue. Even the refrigerator was painted blue. Pans were hanging off the huge rack above the island in the middle of the kitchen, with its sides covered in tiles of various blues. "Wow!" was all I could say. "You sure know your business, Mr. Davey." "Sean, call me Sean." He nodded towards the pantry. "Get some veggies, would you, please?" As I was cutting up carrots and lettuce, I plunged into deep thought and for a moment forgot where I was. Then I looked up and found Sean staring at me intently, his hands frozen in midair as he was reaching for one of the pans. We stared at each other and I could not look away. I felt heat slowly rising in my face. Did I just catch Janie's dad checking me out? Did he catch me checking him out a little while ago when he was bending over the chair to pick up a knife that he accidentally dropped? His body was certainly worthy of a second look. The sound of Janie's footsteps brought us back from a moment that shouldn't have happened and she joined us, happily chatting without noticing that anything out of the ordinary occurred. I stole a few glances towards Sean and more than once I found him looking back at me. I was flattered, but I also felt mortified. What was I doing? I had been away for so long and the first thing I do when I come home is flirt with my friend's father. Dinner passed in relaxed conversation, with Sean asking me about Europe and Chicago and Janie about her exams. Janie filled me in on what has been happening to our friends, of course, only things that were appropriate to mention in front of her dad. I was certain the really dirty stuff will come out in the car or later on in the club that we were going hit. After dinner, Sean was having a glass of wine with Janie and me dutifully sipping on soda. He half slumped in the chair as if to get more comfortable, and while stretching his legs foot touched mine. I felt like I had just been electrocuted. I jumped in my seat and quickly apologized for what was not even my fault. "Sorry, my feet are all over the place." I looked at Sean and found him staring squarely at me, almost oblivious that his daughter was sharing the table with us. The touch was obviously no accident. I turned towards Janie and with great relief realized that she had been looking around for something on the counter, unaware of yet another intimate moment between her father and I. "Don't be a stranger, Nikkie." Said Sean as we were leaving and I smiled shyly. We spent the night in the club, drinking heavily like we weren't allowed to do in Janie's house, gossiping and just having good time. My thoughts, however, kept returning to Sean, to his intense stares, to his touch and I felt flabbergasted by my reaction to it all. I decided I wouldn't go to Janie's house again. I only had another week at home, staying away from there wouldn't be that hard. Janie worked the following afternoon, trying to save money for the holiday, which was coming up in a couple of weeks. That day I went to the local library to pick up some books for my mom and on my way back had taken a detour, finding myself in front of Janie's house, noticing that her dad's car was in the driveway. I paused by the row of neat, low bushes, uncertain if I had enough courage walk up and ring a bell. My dilemma was solved when the front door opened and Sean stood there, waving at me. He was saying something that I couldn't understand. With the legs as heavy as led, I walked up the path towards the house. "Hello, Nikkie!" he smiled. He seemed to appear more handsome every time I saw him. "Hi." Was all I could say, I was afraid my voice would tremble if I attempted to say anything more. "Janie is not here." He said and I simply nodded. The moment of awkward silence settled between us, and without another word he stepped inside the house, holding the door open for me to follow. I did. We walked into the kitchen and he reached into the funky blue fridge, bringing out a bottle of white wine. "Share some?" he asked and I nodded, still unable to speak. "Grab a couple of glasses." He pointed towards the glass cabinet next to me and walked out. I did as he said and followed quickly. I wasn't sure where he'd go and I didn't want to play hide and seek. I found him waiting in the hall and he nodded towards the archway opening with no door, which lead to a spartanly decorated white room, almost every piece of furniture covered with drawings and blueprints, obviously his own work. "My study." he said. "I like to take a break in the afternoon and have a glass of wine or go for a walk. It clears my head enough to be able to keep going until Janie comes home." I felt sorry for him. His life obviously completely evolves around his daughter and from what she told me, she was leaving home in a year to try her own luck in the world. What will he do without her? Sean removed a few huge sheets of see-through paper from the desk and motioned for me to put the glasses down, handing me a bottle. While I was pouring, ever so careful not to spill anything on the desk or any of his drawings, he also cleared the papers and books off a kidney shaped couch with no backrest. I turned around to hand him wine and found him sitting on the couch as if in a saddle, one leg on each side. He accepted the offered glass and patted the seat in front of him. "Come, join me." With wobbly knees and barely enough strength to take two steps, I did. We sat there for a few minutes in complete silence, sipping the wine and savoring its sweet taste. I would not want to be as presumptuous as to claim I knew for certain what was in his mind but I could pretty much tell that his thoughts were the same as mine. He was so handsome, so kind and he showed a genuine interest in me, I wanted to do more than just sit around and drink. I believed he was struggling with the same. "Why are you here?" he broke the silence, startling me. I shrugged my shoulders as if I had no answer to that, avoiding his eyes, suddenly frightened that I might have figured this whole situation completely wrong. To make a fool of oneself in front of a stranger is one thing, to do so in front of my friend's dad, that was a whole different ballgame. "You don't know?" he asked and I finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes. He held the glass of wine between his legs, slowly tipping it from side to side, his gaze sternly holding mine. I leaned towards him, offering my face, my lips almost touching his. I paused like that, my eyes half closed, still able to see that his eyes did not close. He sat motionless and I feared this was the moment of foolishness that I was freaking over before. Then, I felt his breath on my lips, rapid and shallow, telling me that it was not foolishness that made him freeze, but the uncertainty. I finally pressed my lips against his and they were the softest I have ever felt. Seconds passed with us sitting on the couch, leaning towards each other, only our lips touching. Then, his hand found my face, reaching farther up to my hair, his soft kiss becoming more passionate. His lips parted, his tongue found his way between mine, brushing against my tongue and my teeth. His chest raised heavily as if he had just ran a mile, making me moan and join in his labored breathing. As much as I want to remember every second that I have shared with Sean, there seem to be moments, even minutes that are completely blanked out of my mind. I don't remember having the glass of wine taken away from me. I don't recall his fingers, or maybe my own unbuttoning my shirt, but I do remember him slowly pulling it off my shoulders and cupping my breasts through the bra, gently squeezing them. I wished for something softer than the otherwise comfortable couch we were sitting on and as if reading my mind, he got up, took my hand and led me through the house, up the stairs and into his bedroom, which I later on realized was another victorious triumph of architecture. At the moment of my entrance, though, all I could think about was Sean, blind to the beauty around me. He sat on the bed and pulled me to him, nestling me between his legs. My bra, jeans, panties and running shoes were off in no time; I can't remember the sequence of it exactly. Sean's hands were running up and down all over my body. Across my belly, gently squeezing my butt cheeks, down the thighs and tickle behind the knees, up over the hips, landing on my breasts, squeezing them as gently as the butt, farther up to my neck, encircling it as if in a strangle hold, pulling me towards him, sucking his lips onto mine. Sure I had my fair share of sex over the past four years since I lost my virginity, but never did I feel so uninhibited, free and unembarrassed. I stood in front of a man, stark naked, not worrying about how I looked. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world at that moment and the worshipful looks that he was giving me were making me feel very hot. I tried to slip past him and lay on the bed, but he stopped me. "Not yet." He whispered, holding onto my hips, preventing me from moving. I could see a bulge in his pants and wished to unzip them and reach inside, but yet again, he brushed me off. "Put your leg here." He patted a spot next to where he sat on the bed and I did as he told me. I held onto his shoulders for balance, afraid that my legs would not hold me up for much longer. I stood in front of him, naked and spread wide open, one leg between his legs, the other one with sole flat on the bed, his hands running up and down my thighs, making me shiver and twitch, seemingly without control. I could barely catch my breath when he pushed his face between my legs and his tongue touched my clitty. Just a soft brush first, sending a wave of pleasure from the sensitive spot throughout my body; I could feel the tingles in my arms and face, my feet and everywhere else. He sucked onto my clitty, one hand reaching over my belly and pinching my nipple, the other wrapping over my butt, holding me still and at the same time supporting my weight, as I thought I was ready to fall down at any given moment. He kept sucking and licking between my legs, my hands on his shoulders, playing with a string of too long blond hair, at one point pulling it too hard. He jumped and hissed. "Hey, easy now!" I giggled and he grinned back at me, returning his full attention to my clitty. I have always needed a lot of attention of tongue and fingers from a man before I could cum, but with Sean, it took me bare two minutes and I grabbed onto his hair, this time without any protests, gasping for breath while I felt a wave after wave of pleasure surge through my body, Sean sucking as if his life depended on it, giving me more pleasure than I had ever had before. As I came to my senses, I saw him looking into my eyes intently. He had managed to unzip his pants without me noticing and was now pulling them down awkwardly with one hand, the other one still caressing my body. I have not had many orgasms this strong before, even the ones that I had evoked myself. I knew that I could have another one really soon, but I had to act fast. Taking a step back, I helped him with his pants, pulling them down together with his boxer shorts, not bothering with the t-shirt. The size of his dick surprised me. It was bigger than anything I have ever seen in real life, much less felt inside me. Big and hard, he was obviously just as ready as I was. "I can't wait." I whispered and pushed him away from me, making him lie down, his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. I wanted to take him into my mouth, instead I sat on top of him and carefully positioned his dick on my pussy, again noticing that his eyes have never left mine. I slid down slowly, pushing the entire length of his throbbing dick inside, taking a long breath, finally exhaling when I felt my body pressed against his pelvis. I didn't tell him what I wanted, but again it seemed as if he was reading my mind and knew exactly what I needed. He grabbed onto my shoulders and started fucking me hard, much harder than I had ever been fucked, and within a few thrusts I could feel the tingle in my pussy spreading to my belly and then throughout my body. Dear Diary Ch. 03 Somewhere at the back of my mind I had been aware that Janie might return home at any given moment, but I brushed those thoughts aside, surrendering my body to the pleasure completely, groaning in response to his movements and digging my nails into his forearms. I cummed hard again, little spots dancing in front of my eyes, well aware that my face must have been an ugly mask of pleasure. I didn't care what he thought. I trusted him enough to know that this would only make him feel even more aroused. When I stopped shivering and his movements stopped he sat up, embracing me and flipping us both upside down so that he was on top. "We fucked," he said and I ran my hand over his handsome face. "Now, I want to make love." And that was exactly what we did. He was kissing my face, eyes, and my hair, slipping his tongue into my ear, making me shiver, inside my mouth, caressing my tongue and brushing against my teeth. His hands were running up and down my body constantly, never pausing for more than a moment, and then only to squeeze my breast, lift my butt towards him, push my legs further apart, never seizing to move his pelvis, gently pumping in and out of me, giving me a sense of belonging. He made me feel like I hve never felt before. All of a sudden he pulled out of me and slid down my body, sucking onto my clitty again, his fingers deep inside my pussy, pressing against that delicate spot so many men are inclined to miss. I cummed again and all I wanted now was to do the same for him, take him in my mouth, squeeze his balls and watch him shiver in the same pleasure he had given me three times in a row. He wouldn't let me, though. He motioned to me to turn over and as I did, supporting myself on the knees, I only just noticed that the entire headboard was one huge mirror. He looked at me and smiled. "You're so hot, Nik," he whispered. "I knew you would be." I smiled back, my face cringing in pleasure as I felt him enter me from behind. "I've been thinking about this all day yesterday." He said surprising me, even though I had suspected that was the case. "I want you to cum with me, honey." He said and I felt an instant cool off. I remembered how many times I have heard him call Janie his honey. Surely, this couldn't be one of those projectory things; I looked at him in alarm. "What?" he asked, noticing my confusion. I wanted to tell him why I freaked, but decided against it. This was too good to spoil and if I mentioned Janie, I chanced an abrupt ending. I knew he wasn't a pervert, it was a slip of a tongue. He was just being nice. "Nothing." I said and pushed back against him. "I thought about you, too, Sean." He grabbed onto my shoulders again and the lovemaking from a minute ago was over. He fucked me hard and long, one arm on my shoulder, the other one wrapped around my hip, fingers drumming against my clitty, rubbing it, pulling onto it, making it feel like it was connected to a power surge of some sort. "I want you to cum with me, Nik." He whispered. "Tell me when..." I nodded. "I'll wait, I want us to cum together." he said and seeing his body blasting against mine had made me ready to cum right then. I closed my eyes, concentrating on his movements, feeling each press against my clitty, trying to remember it forever. As I looked in the mirror again, I noticed that both of our faces were flushed deep red, veins standing out on our necks and foreheads. We were both ready. "I'm cumming..." I whispered and he sped up, ramming against me so hard, I thought he would send me straight through the mirror. I saw him holding his breath, his face cringing, he tried to hold my gaze, but his eyes eventually closed and as I felt his dick throbbing deep inside of me, I exploded in the same pleasure that he was obviously feeling at that moment. His dick was buried all the way inside of me, his torso slumped on my back, his strong arms hugging me so tight, I almost lost my breath. I could feel his hot sperm shooting in me, and his groans turned into loud gasps, making me join him and express my pleasure audibly. My arms couldn't support both of us any longer and I fell onto the bed, Sean following, still holding me tight, as if afraid I was going to run away. As our bodies calmed and our breathing slowed down, I came to my senses, wondering what to do or say next. "Oh, Nikkie," whispered Sean, pulling me back into the sensual mood. I was grateful he did not simply jump off the bed and pull his clothes on, I would not be able to face him then. "Let's take a shower." He offered and I wanted to accept, but now, the passion satisfied I started thinking of Janie. "No, I have to go. I really do." I said apologetically, squirming from under him. "I know." He said and smiled. He leaned over and kissed me hard, his hand finding my breast. I couldn't go through this again, there might not have been enough time. I wanted to stay, cuddle with him in bed all evening, take a shower and make another dinner. But I knew better than that. I was certain he did, too. With a heavy heart I got off the bed and dressed myself, not caring that his sperm was oozing out of me, probably creating a stain on my jeans. The shirt would cover any traces of our lovemaking. I left Sean still in bed, having refused his offer to drive me home or at least walk me to the door. I ran out with a guilty feeling because of Janie, yet exhilarated over what just happened. ------- I finished the diary entry and felt my heart beating as heavily as it did on the day when I left Sean's house. I never saw him again, to my great disappointment, knowing it was better that way. A few years later, my mom told me Sean had married someone I didn't know. Apparently, she was a beauty and a true bitch. They didn't last long. To this day, I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I had stayed. Would we be able to overlook the fact that his daughter was my friend? Probably not. Would the small town forgive us? Definitely not. Most importantly, and I shiver to think about that question, is whether he would want to be with me again. I know I would have wanted it. I suppose things turned out for the best. He is one of the very few guys that I think about sometimes, when alone in bed or bathtub, my hand reaches between my legs, I close my eyes and try to bring myself to the same level of pleasure that I felt the day when I made love to Janie's dad. I flipped through more pages, noting that the rest of the entries were much shorter than the first two I have read. I suppose they were more of a true diary scribbles, less of an attempt to mark down every single word, movement, smell and feeling. I kept reading. Dear Diary Ch. 03 Sunday September 12 1988 11:10 pm Rock You Like A Hurricane. He can't dig me. He can't. Not a gorgeous hunk like him with every girl in school crawling all over him. Not just the sluts. All the girls want him. Even some of the teachers check out his ass when he walks by. He doesn't want me. He's just teasing me, playing a game with me because he caught me looking at his dick so many times. Tease the faggot. Is that the game you're playing, Travis? Is that why you did what you did today? He actually called me. Asked if I wanted to come practice some passes. Why didn't he ask one of the receivers, I said. He said he still didn't know any of them that well, and he could come pick me up in his car. We could even swim in his pool later. I said I didn't have any swim trunks that fit and he said I could borrow some of his. I really didn't want to go. I was a little pissed off because of the way he teased me the other night when he dropped me off. But at the same time I wanted to be with him; and the thought of wearing his swim trunks, the very same ones that had cradled that incredible cock of his, turned me on so much I stopped thinking straight and said yes. I'd probably say yes to anything he asked me. And he knows it. That's the worst part. He knows exactly how hot he is and how much people want him. Specifically me. So I let him pick me up in his hot car. Radio loud while I dreamed my favorite daydreams: boyfriends, driving along with the wind in our hair, smiling at each other and laughing without caring what people thought. Fuck! What a fantasy. His house is huge. A fucking mansion. He acted embarrassed when I said how big it was and how great it was. His parents were gone for the afternoon, shopping in the city or something, so it seemed really empty. I think the hallway echoed. The backyard was about as big as my whole block. It was really hot outside and as we threw some passes back and forth, the sweat started to make a dark pattern on Travis' light grey shirt. Under his arms and down his chest, and across his back. Watching his ass in his shorts was making me get a hard-on. I tried not to look; I went over our whole playbook in my mind while he ran to catch one of my throws. But I just couldn't keep my mind on the ball… and when I (barely) caught the next pass I was so busy looking at the way his crotch bulge bounced as he ran toward me I didn't realize he was tackling me until I hit the ground hard. That's when he did it. We wrestled around. I was already halfway hard and the feel of his body against me made my dick nearly burst out of my shorts. Hot and sweaty and squirmy and all muscle, damp. So powerful. His gorgeous hard quarterback body pressed me all the way down into the grass. The smell of the grass mixed with his scent and I was totally weak. Fuck! I know he felt my hard-on. He had to. My face got all hot because I knew then I couldn't hide anymore - the truth was out there. And if he told the whole school there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. But I loved it. I loved being under him. He was so male and so sexy. I loved knowing he was stronger than me and I couldn't get away from him if I wanted to. I didn't want to. He pinned my arms off to the sides, holding my wrists down to the hard ground. All man. A drop of his sweat trickled from his neck and onto my chin and I opened my mouth without thinking and tasted it. Salt. We were both breathing hard, even though I wasn't struggling. Only just a little. And he got a big grin on his face and looked down at me. Our faces were inches apart. His eyes were so blue it looked like some of the sky behind his head was superimposed on them. He stared down into my eyes, smirking because he won our little wrestling match. I struggled a bit, just to make it look like I wasn't giving in too easy. And then all the sudden he stopped smiling. A little line appeared between his eyebrows as he looked down at me and I looked up at him. He moved, pinning me down harder - And that's when I thought I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming but I wasn't. He shifted his hips. I thought it was just my imagination, I was dreaming this, it was just an accident, he didn't mean it the way my man-crazy horny mind saw it - but then he moved his hips in a slow, deliberate circle and the way my cock responded told me it was real. He ground his pelvis against my hard-on and I got so turned on, I almost came right then and there. My jock got a wet spot with the pre-cum oozing out my dick. My eyes, I know, must've gone back in my head and I tried not to but I couldn't help it. I let out a little moan. He was looking right at me the whole time, watching me. I was in fucking heaven from his body pressing me down, down into the ground. Heaven and hell at the same time. Torture. I want him so bad - I need him - I need to feel him like that again. What was he going to do? God! My heart! I stared at him and he stared at me and I don't think I breathed while I waited to see what he was going to do next - Then we heard a car door slam in the driveway around front. Voices. His parents. I froze and I thought I was going to be sick. If they saw… Travis grinned his lazy grin and he slowly let me up. He stood up and smirked at me while I got to my feet and tried to calm down. The bulge in the front of my shorts, barely contained by my jock, was right there bobbing in the wind for anyone to see. I saw him look at it before he looked back up at my eyes and his grin got even wider. What's he fucking doing? Is he laughing at me because there's no way he could really mean this, he likes chicks, I mean doesn't he? Travis' parents are really nice and they invited me to stay for dinner but I had to get out of there. There was no way I could survive swimming with him, seeing his gorgeous body all wet and half-naked, while his parents were there. I had to get my head together before I made an idiot of myself. He drove me and I didn't say a word the whole way; and Travis just drove with his sunglasses on and his elbow out the window while the wind blew through his hair, and every time he caught me looking at him he would smile. A satisfied smirk. He knew what he did to me. Bitch. So delicious I could lick you all over like a cherry vanilla ice cream cone, all over your skin, stick my tongue in your ass and wipe that smile off your face so fast, make your eyes roll back in your head while you beg me not to stop… Oh my god Travis. Please stop teasing me. Please don't tell the whole football team I'm this way… I want you so bad, I think I love you, you could ruin my life and send me to hell but the whole time I'll be on my knees wanting more more more… Dear Diary Ch. 03 So his name is Rob. Yes, yes, a new lust-interest for me, not like i don't already have enough, but you know me diary... I'm always on the lookout for something new to hold my attention. I'm noticing more and more that my attention span when it comes to guys (and lately... girls too) is just SO fucking short, it's amazing. I meet a guy and he's cute, well-dressed, intelligent and most importantly, interested in me and it seems like five minutes later, I'm ready to flirt with the next guy who fits that description. But Rob, he's a little different. First off, he's different because I met him on the internet. Normally I pick up a guy in a bar or restaurant. I've even been known to pick up a guy in the grocery store (poetic enough?). I was just hanging out one night, typing up something in my blog (yes, I was typing to you diary!) and I decided to go into my old chat room to see what was going on with the old regulars I used to chat with daily. Of course there's always action in that room, but that night was a little different. It was about three days ago now that I met him, and he private messaged me to say he'd seen my profile picture and that I was pretty (one down, three to go huh?). With that said, I figured it couldn't get worse, he already showed some interest and it could turn out to be good conversation so what the hell, right? I figured I would give him about three minutes before he attempted to get me to cyber or phone with him, as most guys in chat rooms do but, half an hour passed and he still hadn't said anything to intimate that he was horny or wanted me to watch him rub his cock on web cam. At that point, I thought things were going really good. I found out through conversation that we lived about 4 hours away from each other – not a bad drive if two people want to hang out for a day. We chatted and chatted some more, and before I knew it, THREE HOURS had passed! It completely flew by and I was sure that he was really cool. I was hoping that he would say something about wanting to talk on the phone... something about him just made me want to know more. But he didn't say anything at all. When he signed off, he simply said he hoped we talked more again "sometime" and then said good-night. It was a particularly disappointing let-down because I was really interested in him by that time. But don't give up on me yet, diary, there's a lot more to go! I didn't sign on to my chat program the day before yesterday, but I was lounging yesterday and thought maybe he would be online, so I signed on to hang out for a bit. About five minutes after I signed on, guess whose name popped up on my list? Exactly! I smiled so big, my cheeks were hurting and I immediately opened a window and typed "Hey honeydoll, how are you?" Complete with a sickeningly sweet smiley face. If I wasn't so hot for him by that time, I would have puked on myself. HA HA! I thought maybe he just wasn't into talking about sexual things on the internet, based on our chat the few nights ago, but the first thing he replied with this time was, "Honeydoll? Can I have some of your honey, doll?" I felt that now all-too-familiar stirring in my pussy (you know, that stirring I tell you about every day?) and decided to play along with him, to see where the game would go that night. "Depends on how you're going to get it," I said back to him. "I like to lick my honey," He typed back almost instantly and added a little winking smiley to the end of it. I knew this was going to be, at the very least, entertaining for a little while. I kept playing along, flirting with him as much and as hard as I could. He finally asked me what I was wearing and I replied, "Just a t-shirt and some panties." I didn't see any problem with telling him my usual lounge-wear and I can assume he liked it because he asked if I was planning on getting out of them anytime soon. I told him that I sleep nude every night and asked how he slept. That's when it happened, diary. He answered my question with a question of his own, "Would you like to find out firsthand?" My cunt was instantly wet and I replied that I would like to find out a lot of things firsthand. That's when he invited me down to have dinner and drinks tonight. YES! I mean, I've met a lot of friends on the net, in chat rooms and such, but I've never had the opportunity to meet a guy on a chat line and fuck him so I jumped at the chance. It's 3 in the morning now and I just got home. I only came home because I have to be at work at 7 sharp so I had no other choice. We decided, in the interest of comfort and safety, to meet in the middle with each of us bringing our autos so that one person wouldn't end up feeling trapped if things didn't go well. I had no doubt that things would go great, and I said so right before trading phone numbers with him and signing off to go to bed in preparation for work the next morning. His voice sounded so sweet when I called him the today after leaving work. He had a butterscotch voice, so smooth and sweet and I could hear him saying all kinds of nasty things to me with that delicious voice while his mouth roamed over my body. I felt like it would be too forward to say that to him so soon, before we'd even met, so I kept it to myself and smiled like a fat girl in a donut shop while we chatted over the phone. We decided that since I was leaving work at 4, I should go ahead home and get ready quickly and start the drive the two hours to meet him in the middle. So I raced home, took a shower and ironed my hair. I perfumed my breasts and wrists and dressed as quickly as I could. I decided to wear my short black skirt that rests about 4 inches above my knees and my royal blue blouse. I paired it with my favorite pair of platform black boots. The calf of the boot goes all the way up to my knees and the material matches my skirt perfectly. I brushed my eyes with royal blue eye shadow, painting it on like a raccoon and put on some clear lip-gloss before doing my mascara. I left home about 40 minutes after I'd arrived and I drank an entire bottle of water I'd bought from the convenience store. I was so nervous! He'd told me to meet him at a restaurant, kind of an artsy/chic place... low light, quiet waiters, little music, great conversation and I thought it sounded great. I just hoped it was as great as he'd made it sound. When I got there, I found he'd actually done it little justice with his description. The wait staff was dressed in all black, the sounds of their shoes muffled by the thick carpeting. The bar was large and set off to the side. I didn't know until I walked up to the host that the restaurant had two levels, one top level that was an extension of the bar and a bottom level that was much quieter, darker and more private. Rob had told me that he would leave his name with the host so that they could lead me to him when I arrived and just as he had said, he was there before me, waiting quietly at a table in the corner downstairs. Jesus, diary, he was hotter than in his photos and I could tell that he liked what he saw in me by the quick up-and-down sweep he made with his eyes as the host led me toward him. He was easily six feet tall, lanky in a cute way and had tousled blondish-brown hair that hung low over his eyes. His smile was positively dazzling and his lips were full and looked so fucking kissable that I almost missed the hand he was holding out to me. I took his hand and instead of shaking it, he pulled me close to him for a hug that didn't feel at all awkward, instead it felt familiar and warm. We sat down and dispensed quickly with the pleasantries of asking about our day and how we were doing generally. Our server came over and asked what we would have to drink. He surprised me by ordering for me, something with vodka in it and then ordering a glass of wine for himself. Instead of asking if it was fine for him to order for me, when the server left he simply turned his attention back to me and smiled softly. We talked and when it came time to order our dinner, he again ordered for me and smiled at me. Right then, I knew I wanted to fuck him, I just didn't know how to say it so I decided to wait for the right moment to arrive. We ate quickly and had another drink between us before leaving. He wanted to take a walk before it became too dark and chilly for us to be outside. We went to a huge park and strolled slowly while chatting about books and movies. We'd found out in our first chat meeting that we liked many of the same books, movies and, singers. He slipped his hand into mine and I found myself walking closer to him, with our shoes sounding on the pavement. We were virtually alone in the park, even though it was only around 8 o'clock. He kept looking at me, in a sly sort of way, and smiling right before looking away and going on to other subjects to talk about. I knew he was waiting for the right moment to kiss me and I wanted him to kiss me so badly, diary! Finally I turned my head toward him and looked up at him while we stood under one of the park lights. I told him how handsome he was, and that I was very glad we'd met for dinner. He said he was happy as well, but his voice trailed off toward the end of his sentence as he leaned in to kiss me. He put his free hand on my check and kissed me softly. I wanted it to be a deep kiss, and I wanted his tongue in my mouth. I wanted his hands on my breasts and I wanted him to touch me in the most private places on my body, right there in the public place we were standing in. I wanted him so bad... and I think he could sense it. I think he could hear my wish running through my mind because his tongue, warm and tasting of wine, slipped into my mouth. He pulled back and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, licking it and moaning softly into my mouth. Before I knew it, he had let go of my hand and as the hand that was on my cheek slipped down to my breast, the hand that had just let go of mine was slipping up. He dragged his fingertips across my blouse while his hands journeyed to my tits and I felt like I was on fire. Suddenly, he pulled away from me and laughed softly. It confused me and I know I must have looked at him quizzically because he answered the question in my eyes by saying, "There's something else I want from you." I was so dizzy from our kiss that I heard myself ask him what it was he wanted, but I didn't really feel like my mouth was moving. He told me to take off my panties and put them in my purse. He didn't ask me, he told me. I knew what he was, when he ordered my drinks and dinner for me and I knew I would taste it, but when the moment finally came, I was frozen stiff. His eyes were darker, and his voice was lower when he repeated himself, "Take off your panties and put them in your purse." I looked around quickly and saw that no one was around. I turned to walk into the trees and he stopped me and told me he wanted me to do it right there, under the lamp light. I was so afraid! I stood there, looking at him and I put my purse down on the ground. I stood up straight again and, looking around, I slid my skirt up just enough to grasp the strings of my thong and pull it down to my thighs. I pulled it as low as I could without bending over and then as quickly as I could, I bent over and pulled one leg through and then the other before grabbing my purse again and shoving them inside it. Before I could get my bag clasped, he grabbed the royal blue lingerie and quickly put it to his face, smelling them and smiling. He then put them in my purse and said, "Good girl, now I want you to stand right here and take off your bra." I knew that he would not like having to repeat himself so I acquiesced to his command and quickly undid the clasp on the back of the bra and pulled my arms from their sleeves in my blouse and through the flimsy strings on the bra before putting them back in my sleeves and reaching under the front of my blouse to pull the loose garment out from under it. His fingers ran over the blue material of my bra and he watched silently as I put it in my purse. I heard him speaking, but it was barely audible because of the hum in my ears that comes when I'm aroused. He said that we would not be having a scene tonight, but that he did want me to understand that he liked it rough and if I did not want that, I should say so now and that we could go back to our automobiles and call it an evening. He knew I wouldn't say no, and I saw that on his face when he finished his sentence. I shook my head that I did not want to call it a night and I stepped closer to him and turned my face up, letting him know that I wanted to kiss him again. He kissed me almost violently and slipped his hand under my shirt, palming my entire breast in his hand before pulling his fingers around it to squeeze it. Before I knew it, I was moaning into his mouth, both from pleasure at our kiss and from pain at his manipulations of my tit. He knew how to work a boob; I'll tell you that diary. It was over far too soon but something else was about to start, so I just went with it. He told me to turn around and walk into a spot where the trees would cover us. I picked a spot where I knew it would mostly shield us, but not completely. I figured he would like that since he'd just made me take off my underwear under a lamp in a public park while it was just getting dark. We stood just inside the trees, and the sun had slipped beneath our view of the horizon. It felt safe and frightening at the same time and I found myself inching closer to him. I wanted to be near him, I wanted him to be inside me, keeping me safe and fucking me silly. I wanted him inside every pore, diary. I wanted him so bad I could already feel my mouth salivating for the moment he would shove his cock in my mouth and fuck my face. I knew it would happen, I just had to wait for it. He told me to take my clothes off and lay them out flat. While I did that, I saw him doing the same thing and laying his clothing out next to mine, making a large enough palate for us to lay on comfortably without rolling into the dirt. I start to go down on my knees, to sit or lay on our makeshift blanket, but he stopped me. We stood there, naked, no pretenses and no fear (if only for a moment before it hit again) and we kissed. His hands roamed everywhere, touching my trimmed pussy, wiggling his finger between the fattened lips of my cunt, to rub my clit. He tweaked my nipples and he came close to me so I could feel his erection pressing into my belly. I heard him moan into my mouth again and finally I backed away from him enough so that I could drop to my knees. I wanted his cock in my mouth, I wanted to taste him. I had no idea what was in store for me at that point. He came close to me and he ran his fingers through my hair. He slid the head of his cock in my mouth and he stood still, almost like a statue, while I licked and sucked it slowly. I like to take my time sucking a cock until I taste the first drop of pre-cum... until the first moment I know he's feeling really good, and then I really get into it too. I heard his breathing get shallower and I tasted it... I tasted the pre-cum and the salty-sweet taste surprised me. I thought then that I would start to suck his cock from the base to the tip, running my tongue back and forth on the underside of it. Instead, he surprised me by taking my head in his hands and starting to slide in and out between my lips. He started out fucking my mouth slowly; sliding all the way to the back of my throat, softly touching my throat and making me gag gently. There was still length that he couldn't fit into my mouth when he made me gag but that didn't stop him. I heard him moan louder and he picked up the pace. Soon, there were tears streaming down my face and I was gagging almost uncontrollably. The spit and pre-cum were dripping out of the corners of my mouth but he didn't give a shit, he continued fucking my mouth. "Your mouth is so good, slut," He moaned softly while he fucked my lips faster. I moaned around his cock and I started to finger myself. It was so hot diary, to be naked behind a few trees, sucking a cock and fingering my twat. I moaned louder around the cock that he was shoving deeper now. He was making me gag so hard that I didn't know if I could go any longer, but that didn't stop him at all. He pulled my hair back and made me look up while he fucked my mouth. Instead of going in and out then, he was bouncing on top of my face, faster and harder. This new way, he got more of his cock in my mouth and I kept rubbing my pussy. I figured he was just going to cum in my mouth, which would have been fine with me. I enjoy sucking cock and I love the way a man moves, looks and, sounds when he shoots a load into my mouth. But before he came, he stopped and looked down at me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "God damn you look beautiful... now give me some of that honey, doll." I thought I was going to cum right then, but I stopped fingering myself and turned over on all fours. He had told me he liked it doggy style and I knew I'd done the right thing when I heard him moan. "Your ass looks so good, honey, I want to taste it," He said. Before I knew it, his lips were kissing all over my pussy and between my ass cheeks. He finally stopped teasing me and pushed his tongue inside my pussy. I heard him take a moment and spit on my asshole before going back to tonguing my cunt and then he pushed a finger inside my ass. I love anything anal, diary, so you know that was wonderful for me! He moved up to two fingers in my ass while he sucked on my pussy and I couldn't help but spread my knees even farther apart and laying my head down on my arms so he could have easy access to whatever part of me he wanted. Just when I was about to beg him to fuck me, he pulled away and got on his knees behind me. He put his fingers back in my ass and pushed his cock into my pussy. I felt his free hand slide up my back to grab my hair and he started to hump me. I knew he was close to coming when he got inside me because his breath was almost immediately harsh and ragged. He fucked my pussy and finger fucked my ass at the same time. When his cock went in me, his fingers came out and when his cock came out of me, his fingers went in my ass. It was exquisite, the feeling of being fucked at different rhythms and I found myself moaning as loudly as I could moan without screaming. He said, "Yes, that's it bitch, moan for me." Dirty talk always gets me and even though I thought that I couldn't moan any louder, I did. "Let me know how you like my cock in your pussy, whore," He growled at me while he fucked me faster. "Say it bitch!" He said and then let go of my hair to slap my ass. "I – I – God your cock feels so good in my pussy, Rob! I've never had cock as good as yours," Was all I could get out before I started moaning again. "Exactly, bitch! You're my slut for tonight and this cock is gonna fuck you all night long," He said and slapped my ass again. "Yes, Rob, spank me! Please! Harder!" I screamed while I pushed my ass back on him. I didn't care who heard me screaming and I didn't care who walked by and saw us fucking like animals, all I wanted was him to fuck me harder and talk to me dirtier. His slaps landed on my ass faster and harder and before I knew it, he had pulled his fingers out of my ass and wedged the head of his cock inside my ass. Our activity stopped momentarily while I got used to that thick cock of his spreading my ass wide open. He pushed in slowly, opening my asshole wider with each push. He slapped my ass with one hand and then pushed in a little farther. "Open up bitch! Open that ass to me," He said and slapped my ass again. He held his cock with his other hand, guiding it carefully into my rear and I felt him pushing more, and harder. Dear Diary Ch. 03 I screamed and said, "Oh Rob fuck my ass!" I'd always wanted to say that to someone, but no one had ever fucked my ass like that. I've always had just a finger or two in there, but never someone who would push past the pain into the pleasure. Rob pushed the last bit of his dick into me and I felt his body touch mine and I knew the best was just about to come. He started spanking me with both hands while he fucked me. His pussy-wet cock was sliding in and out of my ass as fast as he could go and he was raining down smacks on my ass. Between smacks I could hear him calling me a slut and a whore. I could hear him growling about how good my asshole was to his cock and I could hear him calling me a bitch and a cum-slut. He fucked me harder, and finally pulled my hair back again with one hand while spanking me with the other and fucking my ass harder. Finally he stopped fucking me fast and settled for short, hard thrusts into my ass. His hand slipped from my hair to around my neck and he pulled me back onto his cock by my throat. He fucked me as hard as he could then, pulling down on my neck so hard that I started to see stars and felt like I was going to pass out. I rasped for air but he didn't let up on my throat. He fucked me harder and constricted my breathing even more. I was so sure I was going to pass out that it scared me a bit, but the cock pistoning in and out of my ass kept the fear at bay quite well. "Turn around you fucking slut, I'm going to shoot my cum all over your pretty brown face," He growled and pulled out of my ass. "Rub your cunt for me while I stand over you," He commanded while he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as far as it would go. I winced in pain and I heard him laugh and tell me again to rub my clit for him. I spread my legs as far as I could and I rubbed my clit for all I was worth. I heard myself screaming his name and begging him to let me cum. He pulled my head back so far I thought he was going to break my neck. He rubbed his cock right in front of me, I saw his hand go faster and faster up and down his cock. His hand had a death grip on it and I could see his hips thrusting in time with his hand going up and down its length. I knew he was going to cum when he threw his head back and groaned. "Take this cum you fucking bitch, take it you slut! Take my load all over your face, whore!" He screamed and I felt the strings of his cum laying themselves out on my face and chest. It seemed like he came forever and then I heard him say, "Now cum for me. Now." I let it go right then, diary. I screamed and shoved two fingers inside my pussy. My ass was burning from the fucking and spanking I'd received and my pussy was dripping wet. I felt the honey from my cunt on my fingers and I couldn't help but scream his name when I came. I felt like I couldn't breathe, I was seeing stars and I couldn't hear anything. My orgasm kept coming and I started shaking. I've never had an orgasm like that. I don't know what went through my head, but I kept hearing myself screaming his name. When if finally stopped, he took my hand and put my fingers in his mouth. Taking them out, he smiled and said, "Now that's the honey I wanted," and then licked my hand clean. We lay in the dark together for a long while, getting our bearings and breath back. He put his arms around me and I think I even dozed a little. Before I knew it, my phone rang in my purse and I realized that it was midnight. I had to get home to get to bed (and to tell you about this!)... But we've planned dinner tomorrow night too, I wonder what will happen then. Dear Diary Ch. 03 Author's Note: This story does not have any actual sex yet, although there is mutual masturbation as well as cunnilingus. Enjoy! ------------------------------------- Dear Diary, I met this guy named Luke last night... he was SO cute. Really fun too, we met at the party and he just automatically started taking care of me, making sure that I always had a drink when I wanted it and talking to me... it was so easy too! I didn't know that it could be easy to talk to a guy. When he was in the bathroom, this one really drunk guy started annoying me, trying to kiss me and paw at me, and it actually scared me a lot... but as soon as Luke got back and saw the situation he totally jumped in and saved me! Put his arm around me and told the other guy to back off of "his girl". I've never had a guy call me "his girl" before, and even though I know that Luke was just saying it to get the guy off me, it definitely sent a tingle up my spine! I spent the whole party with him... and he asked if I wanted to meet up for dinner tonight! Dru says that makes it a date... but I don't know. He didn't call it a date. Still, I'm trying to look extra nice for it! But that's still not even the best part about last night, the best part was that he walked me home, with his arm around me the whole way! And then when we got to my room, he stopped and talked to me for awhile... and then he kissed me good night! It was really soft and sweet... and then he deepened it and began to french me. The best kiss of my LIFE! I got all weak in the knees and tingly inside, it was a good thing he was holding me up! We kissed for a little bit... and then he said goodnight! He didn't even try to get into my room... I was too shy to invite him. Didn't really have that much to drink... but I'm seeing him again tonight. And hey, it's not a bad thing to find a guy that I actually like, as opposed to someone that just wants to sleep with me! Dear Diary, I kinda think Dru was right and tonight WAS a date! I mean, we didn't go anywhere special exactly, just to the diner down the street... but he was so attentive! And it was just us. =) Although some of his friends were eating there too, and when they came by the table to say hi he introduced me to all of them. I felt incredibly special... not to mention excited! And he paid... so I think it was a date. Anyway, afterwards we wandered around campus a little, talking and occasionally he would sneak in and steal a kiss which made me blush something awful! I wasn't drunk at all, so all my inhibitions were there... but it was still easier than I ever thought it would be. He picked a flower for me, a pretty pink one that he said reminded him of me cuz it was "blushing". Which of course made me blush again, so I hit him. Then I got up the nerve to ask him if he wanted to come back to my room and watch a movie. He looked really happy that I'd asked, but not like he expected sex immediately or anything... both disappointing and relieving! I think he kinda realizes that I'm an innocent and don't really know what I'm doing. Well, as long as he thinks it's cute! During the movie we were sitting on my bed and he had his arms around me, and then he leaned over and started kissing me in the middle of the movie. And I started kissing back... and the next thing I knew we were making out! I don't even know how it happened, but he was on top of me and we were kissing... and he kissed my neck and my shoulders too and I just thought I was going to die. It all felt so good... but kinda scary too! Then his hand slipped up my shirt, and he was feeling my breast! I kinda tensed a little, but he was very gentle and I managed to relax. He didn't try to do anything else, just kissed me and squeezed my breast... well, and played with my nipple a little. God, I was so turned on I think I would have done anything else that he'd wanted though! It felt sooo good to have him touching me like that, while we were kissing. Made me tingly... you know? Anyway, Dru ended up coming back to the room and we pulled apart, but he had me leaning against him during the movie and he slid his hands up my shirt anyway... she couldn't tell of course cuz the lights were off and my shirt wasn't very tight. So he kept playing with my boobs while the movie was going on and kissing my neck, and it drove me WILD. When he left he kissed me soooo hard, I thought I might melt right there. As soon as he left Dru wanted to know everything that happened of course. She was shocked that I'd been felt up while she was right there, said I was kinkier than she thought! I wonder what she would say if she knew about me playing with myself while she had sex with Blake... Dear Diary, Today was the best day ever! I hadn't seen Luke for the past two days, although he called last night, so we arranged to meet for lunch! And Dru had class, so after eating and talking a lot we went back to my room again. This time we didn't even bother to start watching a movie. I was so horny, I started kissing him as soon as we got in the door! We made out on my bed, and he had his hands up my shirt again... I couldn't stop moaning it felt sooo good... and I kept kinda pushing my pussy up against him. Then he pulled my shirt off and my bra and started licking and sucking on my nipples! I thought I was going to explode it felt so good! He didn't stop there though... he took my hand and put it in his pants, wrapping my fingers around his dick! It was the first time I've ever touched one... and it felt so big and throbbing in my hand... but hot too! Firm... I moved my hand up and down it, jacking him off like Dru had told me to do. It's a good thing she talked to me about all the different things guys and girls do together or I would have had no idea what to do! Luke moaned and kept playing with my breasts while I jerked him. Eventually he ended up cumming in his pants! It got all over my hand, kinda sticky and wet... I licked some of it from my fingers to see what it would taste like. It wasn't too bad. And his eyes practically glowed when I did that. I think it REALLY turned him on, but I wasn't trying to be sexy... I was just curious! So then, he said that I hadn't had MY turn, and he started pulling down my pants. For a minute I wanted to stop him, no guy has EVER seen my naked! But his hands felt soooo good on my body... and it wasn't like he was hard anymore so I knew it wasn't for sex. He pulled my pants down and then slid his hands back up my legs - I was practically writhing in front of him it was so hot! My pussy was soaking, not to mention tingling! Then he started eating me out! I thought I was going to DIE it felt so good, soft and firm and wet... and then he started working one of his fingers inside me! It felt so strange, not at all like my vibrator. Then he put another finger inside me, and he was licking all around his fingers and nibbling on my clit, and it felt like I was hit by a train. I don't think it took 5 minutes before I was cumming all over his face! I think things might have continued and gone even farther, but I glanced at the clock and realized that Dru was going to be back soon. I got dressed and then we kissed goodbye. He said he'd be busy tomorrow, but that maybe we could get together the day after that! I'm so excited... Dear Diary, I'm really glad that I already put myself on the pill, otherwise I'd be scrambling right now. I really think that Luke's the guy... he's just so wonderful and considerate and sweet! Even though he couldn't see me today, he called this evening just to say that he was thinking of me! Sometimes I feel like I'm melting or something! Dear Diary Ch. 03 Sunday 30th 8.15pm OMG! What a week I've had. I can hardly believe some of it and if Mum or Dad ever read this diary, I'm so dead!! Last time I wrote in here, my new roomy had just turned up. She's called Melissa by the way. She's actually really nice, but after some of what's gone on this week, she's clearly been round the block a few times, if you get my drift. Once she'd unpacked her stuff, we sat down and chatted some. She's from somewhere down south, a posh village I think. Certainly nothing like the dump I come from. I felt quite envious of all her gorgeous designer clothes she unpacked, but she sweetly said I could borrow them anytime I liked. Aww! Might be a problem though -- I'm rather bigger in the boob department than her, but never mind, I'm sure I can make those tops fit somehow. Monday morning meant we had lectures. I set my alarm for early, but still overslept. It was way embarrassing when I got to my first lecture and everyone was already sat down, listening. I think I must have gone red as a beetroot when the lecturer (Mr Thompson) asked me if I had any idea what time it was. I just mumbled some crap and he told me to come and see him after. He was rather cute actually; dark hair and tallish. Dunno if he's married or what, but I guess somebody will probably be able to tell me. The lecture was pretty interesting, once I'd found a seat and forgotten how embarrassed I was. I didn't manage to make so many notes as I'd forgotten my pad and pen in the rush to get there. Fortunately, a friendly lad called Mitch offered to help me study if I ever needed. He passed me his cell phone number and I'll most likely text him soon. When the lecture was over, I made my way to Mr Thompson's office and he was waiting for me. He said to shut the door and pointed to the seat beside his desk. Now that I was up close, I could see how good looking he was. It was weird, he made me feel like about twelve, which is daft as it's not like there aren't other good looking blokes at college! There is something different about him though. But here I am going off on a tangent again! Get to the point woman!! Mr Thompson said it was okay to call him, Nick, which I did, even though it felt a bit weird. Nick asked me of I was going to be late for all his lectures. "No!" I said crossly. "Good -- I hate students who turn up late all the time. I have to punish them eventually." There was something about the way he said that word -- punish -- that made me feel very hot. I could see him staring down my top as he said it and a lovely tingling spread through my body. "I'm sorry, Nick," I said, unable to look at him now. "I promise I won't be late again." "Good girl." He smiled at me and patted my leg. His fingers felt hot on my thigh and for a moment I thought he was going to leave his hand there. I know I wanted him to! I was quite disappointed when his telephone rang and he indicated for me to leave. I dunno who he was talking to as I left, but he was talking like it was his wife or something. I guess he must be married, which is a shame really. Bet she's a right bitch. I told Melissa about him that evening and for some reason, she said, "Be careful!" "Why do you say that?" I asked curiously. "Because," she said with a mysterious look on her face. Then we started talking about boys and I forgot all about her warning. She's had loads of boyfriends. I told her about Mark and the card game, although I didn't mention all of it as I don't want her getting the wrong idea about me. I was still trying to work out how that game worked -- the more I thought about it, the more it seemed slightly odd that Rosie and me were the only ones who lost our clothes. Weird huh? "They saw you coming!" Melissa said before she fell off the bed laughing. "I suppose they did," I agreed. It made me blush as I remembered the way Mark had stuck his tongue down there. The way he made me feel was kind of like the effect Mr Thompson had on me. I soon decided I shouldn't think about that too much. Melissa had a date that night. She asked me to help her decide what to wear and we had a giggle going through all her stuff. She has the most amazing lingerie -- like stuff my Mum would wear (if she was Posh Spice). I was drooling all over a red basque she had, thinking how hot it looked, when she said to try it on. Not needing a second invitation, I whipped my top and bra off and struggled to fasten the basque up. I'm bigger than her, so once the thing was pulled tight, my tits were virtually falling out of it. I looked at myself in the mirror whilst thinking that it looked pretty damn horny! Melissa was watching me with a funny expression on her face. "Do you like?" I asked her. "Oh yeah!" she replied. "I'd fuck you in that." She's so sweet that girl -- none of my other friends would be that nice to me. "Come here," she said. "You haven't tightened the thing up properly." I thought it felt okay, after all I could still breath which seemed fairly important, but I walked over to her anyway. She spun me round and yanked the strings even tighter. Immediately my boobs were pushed up and out even more and I could see the edge of my nipples. We both stared at my reflection in the mirror. Eventually I said, "Looks very indecent!" "No, not at all," she grinned. "My tits are nearly hanging out!" "But it's very sexy and you have such great breasts..." I think she's jealous of my boobs -- although hers are pretty nice too. She stood behind me, really close. "Men like it when you show them off like this," she said in my ear. Her hands reached round and brushed over the fabric of the corset. "It's a tease," she whispered. "You're hinting at what you've got, but not quite showing it." I could barely breathe as she caressed me. It felt unbelievably naughty and wrong, yet I was so turned on. I could feel her tits pressing into my back; they felt all cushiony and soft. Not like a man at all. I kept wondering if this meant I was a lesbian, but I didn't have a chance to say it out loud. "Turn round," Melissa ordered in a firm voice. It reminded me of how Mr Thompson spoke to me - all authoritative. Immediately I was wet and horny. Of course I had to do as I was told. That's just the sort of girl I am. We stared at each other and I felt all hot and tingly with the anticipation of what was about to happen. This was totally different to how I felt when I was with Jez and Mark. With them it was a bit of a giggle, but with Melissa it seemed serious. "Do you like this corset?" she asked me in a husky voice. "Oh yeah, do I ever!" I said eagerly. I could already imagine wearing it for the next Ball. Well, maybe not given how revealing it was... "Let me kiss you and I'll let you keep it." "But if I kiss you, will that make me gay?" I asked. Well I had to know! I didn't like to think I'd never be able to go with a bloke again! "No!" she laughed. "I like girls, but I like men too. Best of both worlds is the way I see it." Well, I had to admit she had a point there. "Have you ever...you know...done it with a girl," I said eventually. My cheeks went all hot and I really wished I'd never asked. Melissa laughed, but in a nice way. "Of course I have!" she smiled. "Girls are lovely. They're more gentle and less selfish." She rolled her eyes. "Men think that all they have to do is show you their dick and BINGO, you immediately have an orgasm." "A what?" I asked in confusion. "An orgasm! Don't you know what one is?" "Er...I dunno?" Now she was astonished. "It's when you cum, you know, reach the peak, height of pleasure in sex?" I began to understand what she was getting at now. "Oh that!" I said eagerly. "Like when Mark did that with his tongue on my—"I stopped abruptly. Shit! I wasn't supposed to mention that! She looked at me curiously. "I thought you just played CARDS?" she said, one beautifully shaped eyebrow raised curiously. "Oh, ahem...yeah, we did," I stammered, looking down at the floor and wishing my mouth didn't runaway with me quite so often. "Hmm, sounds like more than just 'cards' went on, but we can discuss that another time. Now, are you happy to let me kiss you?" "Yeah, I guess so..." I was rather relieved that she'd dropped the whole 'Mark' thing. She leant into me and I could smell the scent of her perfume. Then her lips lightly brushed mine and I felt her body touch me. She tasted of mints; all nice and fresh. Her tongue pushed between my parted lips as the kiss became deeper. It was nothing like when Jez used to kiss me. With him I often felt I was snogging a vacuum cleaner. Melissa took her time and gently explored my mouth. After a few moments, I felt her hands creep up my sides. I thought that maybe I should stop this before it got out of hand, but then I figured, no, I was enjoying it. She cupped my breasts again and I groaned. "Are you in pain?" she asked when we broke the kiss. "Oh no!" I was quick to reassure her of this. I certainly didn't want her to think she'd hurt me! She grinned at me and without warning she pulled the corset down and released my breasts. I was shocked! This wasn't how I envisaged the evening progressing! "I haven't finished kissing you yet," she explained. Scooping one breast up, she bent and took my nipple in her mouth, slowly rolling it around with her tongue. Oh God, this was divine. I have come to realise that I love my tits being played with; sucked, licked, anything really. "Oh Melissa!" I moaned loudly. Obligingly she turned her attention to the other breast. When she finally stepped back, I was so disappointed I could have cried. I think she must have guessed for she hugged me tightly. "Don't pout," she said, "I'll be back later." This reminded me that the whole point of the clothes exercise was for her to choose an outfit to go out in. "Oh no," I cried, "you're gonna be late for your date!" "Hey don't sweat it -- Michael will wait for me. He knows I'm worth it!" She pulled on a mini skirt and tight top. It looked lovely and for a second I was jealous of this Michael. I didn't want her to go anywhere -- I wanted her to stay with me. But that was silly! I pulled the basque off and put my robe on. Quickly I did Melissa's hair for her; she looked so pretty when I'd used hair irons on it. Not like my wild mess that looks as if I've just fallen out of bed most of the time! With a quick spritz of perfume she was gone. All that remained was a pile of discarded clothes. As most of them were all over my bed, I picked them up and hung them in her wardrobe again. She's so untidy. But I don't mind really. I didn't know what to do with myself after that. I felt all weird and strange. Eventually I went to bed; it was late and there was no sign of Melissa returning any time soon. I couldn't help wondering what she was doing with him, but I decided that she was sensible. She was probably sat in Starbucks having a coffee or something. I must have fallen asleep for when I opened my eyes again, the lights were out and I could hear strange noises. There was a funny squelching sound coming from Melissa's bed. Slowly my eyes became accustomed to the dark and I strained to see what was going on. The covers were moving. Suddenly a man's head popped up and I nearly screamed! Oops, I gotta go -- Rosie has just turned up. We're off to the bar for a drink so she can tell me what's been going on with her and Chris. She seemed a little upset earlier so I hope he's not been horrible to her again. I did see him with a red haired girl the other evening, but when I said, "hello", he told me she was his sister. (I guess they must be rather close in their family because he had his hand on her ass). Anyway, I'll write some more when I get back later... Dear Diary Ch. 03 Oct.21 Well, I can't say the house has gotten back to normal, I don't think it will ever be normal again. At least what most people would consider normal, but the tension has gone down between the children and me when we are in the house together. Mike has noticed the past few days I'm sure some sort of tension, but as I treat him as I had been doing and the kids seem to react to him the same, he hasn't noticed the stress...or may I say the silence between me and the kids. But the girls at least have started talking to me some, other then the automatic hello as they walk through the door. Genie actually hugged me yesterday and Mary gave me a small smile at one point. I guess I'll have to wait further for signs of Peter's shell breaking, but that is to be expected. He knows, and rightly so, that the brunt of the blame from me falls on him. Well, except what I blame myself for...which is a lot. Peter was right; I could have stopped it whenever I wanted. At this point I feel like a pariah, an outcast. The kids seem to talk to each other much the same as before, I can hear them in the living room, or at times in one of their rooms as they talk, but things usually grow silent or more whispered when I pass. And I can't help feeling strange now, happy that I am no longer under the microscope with Peter molesting me and the girls watching the show, but I find myself...well...missing the attention. As well, if I may say so, the sexual tension and stimulation. I feel at times like a junkie without a fix, my nerves all tense. I've had to masturbate several times the past few days to relieve the stress I feel during the day and I feel rather sick afterward, because every time I masturbate, even though I fight and try not to, I keep reliving how Peter felt inside me and of Mary below me, even Genie as she came, her fingers inside herself. I know we have to put it behind us and move on, but it is hard with these thoughts...these sick desires inside of me. And wondering what else might be inside me, am I pregnant? I won't know for a few weeks, though I dread it, because I know I was fertile then, when it happened. And I still cant see forward to what I will do if I am, it makes me sick to think of aborting it, but how could I carry it, Mike would know it wasn't his. I guess I just have to wait and see, about everything I guess. Oct. 22 Peter gave me a hug yesterday, our first real 'touch' since that day. After they got home and I said hello, both Genie and Mary gave me a hug shortly after they entered the kitchen and I gave them smiles in return, my hands being messy as I fixed supper. Peter walked past me to his room I'm assuming, but when he returned I gave him another "Hello Peter" as he walked past me and I looked at him. He hesitated a second then he slowly hugged me and I noticed that he was making sure to hold his hips away from mine as we touched. I whispered "it's ok Peter." Telling him it was ok between us and he gave me a surprised look at me as he pulled back. I hope I didn't give him the wrong thoughts, I didn't think when I spoke and he might have taken it to mean I meant it was ok to...resume his past behavior. I hope not. But after getting things to drink and in Genie's case a snack, I didn't see them much until shortly before their father got home, which seems to be the trend nowadays. I'm starting to feel very left out and even somewhat depressed after what happened, now thinking and wondering if it was more my fault then theirs. Oct. 27 Ok, I am getting feed up of being ignored in the afternoon after they get home. It's almost like they are trying to make me feel guilty for what happened the other week. They come home and then they shortly after disappear, sometimes to one of their rooms, but other times I have no idea where they go, although I haven't been searching for them. I'm usually busy about that time with supper or cleaning up and have little time before their father gets home. Maybe I should try to talk to them later and see if that helps the situation any... Susan made sure to finish all of her cleaning early, before the kids got home, making sure to not watch TV or read so as to finish before they got home. She even had the supper of meatloaf almost ready when they got home. They spent a few minutes in the kitchen and Susan made sure to hug each of them these days (Peter seems to be on parole and seemingly hasn't tried anything), today included. Then they left the kitchen and Susan again was left alone. She quickly washed the few dishes she had made dirty when she fixed the supper, then checking the meatloaf in the oven, knowing it had another hour at least to cook. Susan then washed her hands and then went off to talk to her children. She knew they weren't in the living, which is just off of and in front of the kitchen and figured they weren't in the dining room, she would have heard them from the kitchen. She walked down the hall to the bedrooms and saw two of the bedroom doors, Genie's and Mary's was open...both empty. She walked to Peter's room and knocked on the door, only to be greeted with silence. She knocked again and waited. After a minute she tried the handle, opening it and finding the room empty. She even looked inside the closet, empty. She closed Peter's door as she left. She checked Marie's room and found everything undisturbed and closed the door. She moved back, seeing they weren't in the hallway bathroom and walked to her room. Her room was empty as well, even her bathroom. She stood perplexed and then wondered if they had left and gone somewhere. "Maybe they left by the dining room door?" Susan said as she talked aloud, but knew that was improbable. The dining room front door was very noisy and if they had used it, she surely would have heard it. But Susan walked to the side door and opened it, looking out and seeing Peter's car and hers still in the driveway. Now she was confused, even if they left by the back screen door, they didn't take the car. She went to go get her house keys and slipped on her shoes and using the front door, started looking outside for them. She was starting to feel funny about the situation, she felt certain that the kids would tell her if they had left the house, even with what had happened between them...why shouldn't they? She felt funny standing in the front yard as cars drove by her on the road, but she wondered if they had walked to a neighbor's house. The girls had a few friends close by within walking distance, but why would they when Peter could drive them. She sighed, thinking about calling around, but only after she checked the side and back yard. She passed between the cars, looking in the windows for the weird off chance they would be hiding in the cars, nothing. She opened the gate to the backyard and closing it behind her. She didn't see them and walked to check the far side of the house, where she once had a garden, but which was now just grass and a few weeds. She looked around as she saw the whole yard was empty and she turned and started back to the front yard and the open door. Then she stopped, catching something and she spun about and realized what she had seen...the shed door was unlocked, and the padlock was on the ground. She moved to the door and looked inside, seeing it empty, but now figuring she knew where her children were...the spare bedroom that Mike and Peter had built into the rear of the shed. They had taken a few weeks to convert the mostly unused shed to a spare bedroom in the back of it for the odd times that one of their relations would come and visit them. Susan quietly opened the shed door, making it creak only slightly and she walked softly to the door of the spare bedroom and put her ear to the door, half guessing what she would find. At first she didn't hear anything and was about to try the door when what she thought was moaning come from the other side of the door. She turned the knob and flipped the door open and saw all three of her children were inside...all of them naked and on the double bed. She got a quick picture of what they were doing before they reacted to her presence and saw that Peter was between Genies legs, actively licking her pussy, and Mary was under Peter as he knelt, her mouth firming around Peter's hanging cock! They flew apart as she entered the room, her face flush with surprise...as theirs now were. "What in the hell are you doing!" She demanded of them, though she could tell very well what they were doing. They scrambled to cover themselves, but they had been lying on top of the covers, so only Genie was able to pull the covers enough from the side to cover herself. Susan caught herself smiling as she watched them scramble to cover themselves...Peter was covering his crotch and Mary hid behind him. "Oh stop it...I've already seen you naked and all things considered we're past that. I can't believe you three doing this, after...after what happened in the kitchen!" She told them loudly, but she was surprisingly not mad. She stared at all three of them. "We...we just, well...wanted to, you know..." Peter tried to explain to her and just fumbled for words as he looked at the floor. "Yes I know, as you all just wanted to what...fuck right?" Susan asked them sarcastically. She saw Genie shaking her head vigorously. "We haven't fucked mom!" Genie cried in protest as she looked at her mother and Susan saw the other nod to what Genie said. "Ok, maybe not, but you don't think you wont? And regardless of what Bill Clinton says...oral sex is SEX!" She said as she looked at each of them. At first the looks were to their faces, but Susan caught her gaze moving to their uncovered bodies and she blushed, her thoughts becoming less motherly. She averted her eyes slightly to try and avoid their bare flesh. "So what am I suppose to do now? Susan demanded of them and waited a minute for their reply. What she heard shocked her. "Nothing mommy! You're not going to tell daddy, just like you didn't tell him before." Mary said, her voice without anger, but Susan could hear the confidence in her voice. She gave her daughter a hard stare, and Mary looked back at her. "You smart ass child!" Susan retorted in anger as she looked at Mary. Mary gave her a hurt look, but continued to look at her. "I wasn't being smart assed mommy, just saying you can't tell daddy, after what we did is all." Mary replied to her mother's anger. "Is that a threat Mary?" Susan asked her daughter, not sure of what her daughter said or meant. "No!" Mary uttered out quickly as she looked hurtfully at her mother. "God no!" Peter also responded to their mothers comment. "We wouldn't do that mom." Genie threw in as well. "Mommy, I would never do that to you, I was just saying we would ALL get in trouble if daddy found out...you said the same thing last week." Mary muttered out and Susan saw her start to cry softly as she seemed to hide further behind her brother. Susan just nodded at her and lifting the bottom of the bed throwing it over Peter's lap to try and cover him. She then sat of the edge of the bed and looked at them. "Ok I'm sorry I got mad. Wait, what am I saying...listen, you guys can't do this!" Susan tried to make it clear how she felt...even if she was feeling conflicted inside at the moment. "How much have you been doing...this...?" Susan asked as she waved her arm over the bed. "This is the third time we've come out here and one time just me and Mary in my room." Peter told her quietly, and then glanced up at her. Susan sighed heavily at them. "And it has only been oral sex?" Susan asked, wanting to know how far it had gone. "Well that and...umm...our hands." Genie said meekly from behind her. She looked at her daughter and smiled at her as she rubbed her hair with her hand. Genie actually smiled back. "I kind of assumed use of your hands, I just wanted to find out if it had gone further. And it hasn't?" Susan asked again of them, and all three of them shook their heads. "Ok, good. Now, it really needs to stop here. No more, please." Susan pleaded with them as she looked from face to face. After a few seconds, Mary shook her head and she looked at her daughter. "No mommy, we...we want to..." Mary started then hesitated when her mother gave her a dark look. "We want to keep doing it mom." Peter finished for her, and Susan gave him an incredulous look, not believing what she was hearing. "We talked about it, and even discussed what we would do if you caught us." He admitted to her and she looked at her daughters and both of them nodded. "I can't believe this! So you three are telling me you won't quit, even after I told you too?" She asked them and they nodded. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs out of it and looked at them again. "Ok, I can't stop you and I WONT tell your father...but what are you going to do when he finds out in a week...or a year. What then?" Susan asked excitedly as she stood up to face them. "And he will you know." She said more quietly. "We don't know mom, it's just we don't want to stop, it feels good...no...more then good." Peter said as he tried to explain. "Well it might feel good...sex usually does but, dammit kids, this is wrong!" Susan exclaimed at them, looking at them and seeing her words were falling on deaf ears. "I didn't make a dent did I?" Susan asked them and they just looked at each other and not at her. She sighed deeply as she thought for a minute. "Ok, well you guys CANT keep coming out here! The neighbors will see something or hear something and well...you can't do it out here." She said as she gave up trying to dissuade them and started to make sure they weren't found out. All three of them looked up and gave her funny looks, Mary even smiled at her. "You mean we can...play...inside the house?" Mary asked before the others could. Susan groaned aloud but nodded. "I won't be calling it playing, but yes. I don't want the neighbors finding out." Susan announced to them, then shook her head when she saw them grinning. She couldn't believe what she just said, but knew she didn't want her children caught by anyone else. She started to leave, and then looked back at them. "Get dressed please and make sure the bed is fixed and then come inside...I am so going to hell for this!" Susan muttered out as she turned back around and walked out. As she walked back to the house she tried to fight back the images of her children as they pleasured each other, and wondered if she truly was damning herself with her decision...damning herself in more then one way. Oct. 28 I found the kids in the spare bedroom in the shed yesterday. They were all three of them, having sex. They claimed it was ONLY oral sex, but so what? How long before they start having intercourse, a week...maybe two, hell maybe today after they get home. And there is no way I can make them not have intercourse or stop the sex whatsoever. I can't tell their father at this point...as they pointed out, and I can't punish them in anyway that would have the slightest chance of stopping them. I feel this is my entire fault; I should have stopped the whole damn mess at the start. Mike might have been harsh with Peter then, but if would've been better then when he finds out NOW!!!! Or maybe he'll just find out when I start to show, if I'm pregnant. I don't know what I'm going to do. Oct. 29 It was so weird after the kids came home yesterday, after what I had told them the day before. The first few minutes were fine...hello's, hugs and a bit of snack or drink there. Then it was almost like a switch was thrown and Mary leaned over and kissed Genie right there...in the kitchen! With me watching, like I wasn't there. Peter then grabbed Mary's ass as he walked past her and to their rooms. Mary and Genie followed him and I knew what they were doing, as sure as if they had told me. Maybe they had with the way they acted. All I know is I'm there trying to finish up supper and cant. My heart was beating its way out of my chest and my pussy was throbbing so bad that the pressure my panties put on it hurt. I finished the fish as soon as possible and threw it into the oven to cook. I knew I had to go listen at their door to make sure they were, well, doing it. I ignored the dishes for now, washing my hands and softly walked down to the bedrooms. I could hear some sounds and knew even before I got up to Genie's room that they had left the door open! I couldn't believe it, they left it open, and I knew they did if I wanted to see them. I stopped, my legs weak and shaking. I felt a bit ill, but not enough to actually be so. I almost turned back to the kitchen, but I had to look. So I pretended to walk to the bathroom and looked shocked when I reached the open door...and I was shocked, even though I knew they were having sex. I paused at the door for just a second, maybe a half minute, I'm not sure. Peter was lying down on the bed, and was of course erect, but Mary kissing him and I saw he had his hand between her legs and Genie was kissing his chest and stomach and as I stood there she reached down with her hand and grabbed his erection and looking up at me, smiled. She said "hey mom" and then began licking Peter's erection. Mary and Peter both looked up at me then and I hurried past them and went to the bathroom. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. And my panties were completely soaked. I had to masturbate and I did right there on the toilet. It didn't take long; I barely had my fingers inside myself before I came. I splashed my face with cold water and let myself calm down. On the way back to the kitchen I had to avert my eyes or I would have watched as before. I fought to control my thoughts and tried to watch TV when I was checking supper. I did the dishes, and then the laundry...nothing took my mind off of what I saw. My face was flushed the entire time we ate, after Mike got home. I noticed Genie was as well. I also noticed Mary and Peter playing footsie under the table. I'll certainly have to talk to them about that, least Mike see them. But Mike did get lucky last night...a lot! Nov. 4 I'm being sorely tested I can tell you! The kids are purposefully tempting me and to be frank, it's working. I am losing myself in a swirl of lust and excitement every afternoon and I'm getting sick everyday I fight it. Me masturbating, isn't coming close to handling the pure horniness the kids instill in me when I see them going at it, nor is even having sex in the evenings with Mike. Yes it helps, but I still stay up after hours of sex and he's already asleep, I find myself fingering myself till I pass out in exhaustion the past few nights. I wake in the morning feeling tired and in a dream; at least till my body and mind becomes supercharged by my children's sexual forays each day. Yesterday, I was trying my best to get my work done after they got home...I still hadn't gotten a good start on supper, the dishes, and I still had some clothes to do and fold. After they came home they gave me the usual greetings and hugs, though in Peter's case he reverted back to his old nature for the first time since the breakdown and I felt him thrust into my rear for half a minute and he even reached up, quickly tweaking my nipples. That got my motor started I can tell you, and I was almost drooling as he left the room. And I'm not sure at this point if I was just stunned or just so willing that I didn't say anything to him. But I tried to relax and breathe...my heart rate slowing as I figured they were at least out of sight, if not mind, back in the rear of the house. But that was not to be... Susan was just starting to combine that night's casserole into the pan, rolling in the ingredients, when she noticed Mary walk into the kitchen behind her...nude except for her panties. Susan glanced at her, thinking she had come for a drink...guess she worked up a thirst already Susan mused to herself as she looked back down at the bowl. Mary then began cleaning the kitchen table, placing most of the items in the living room or on the floor off to one side. Susan stopped what she was doing and looked intently at her daughter. Dear Diary Ch. 03 Dear Diary, It's been awhile since I last shared my thoughts. Right now, I'm lying on my stomach on my bed, naked. My master? Propped up behind me on my pillows, waiting for me to finish this entry. It's hard to think when he's here and well...hard. I glance behind me to see him arching his eyebrow imperiously at me. My gaze wanders down his naked body and I sigh, annoyed at my punishment. He will not touch me until I finish this entry and I know better than to touch without permission. He strokes himself, his intent crystal clear. Either I finish this story quickly or he will stroke himself to orgasm and not let me taste, nor feel him inside me as he cums. He always finds the most creative and annoying ways to punish me. He knows I hate waiting, hate the delay of fulfillment... Last time, I wrote about the party where my master surprised me with an amazing fuck. He sent me back to the party sans underwear to find "inspiration" and tucked my phone between my breasts. As I teetered on unsteady legs to the elevator, I decided that I would show him by bringing my "inspiration" back to the room and letting him watch me in action. As a general rule, I like curvy, busty women, especially redheads. My master? Not as picky, as long as he gets to watch me bury my head between her legs and lick. Even though I should be exhausted, I am exhilarated from the challenge he has given me. I smiled at the thought and continued walking back to the party. In the ballroom, the dancing had accelerated to hook-ups. Walking past numerous couples kissing, groping, and grinding, I didn't see anyone who caught my interest. I walked around awhile, talking to those I knew, and enjoying more drinks from friends. I was talking with some of those very same friends when my phone vibrated. "You are running out of time," he texted. Panicked, I started to leave the ballroom and ran smack into one of my female friends. I apologized and she laughed. "In a hurry?" she asked. I looked at her. She was a beautiful, redheaded female with beautiful, curvy body. I enjoyed kissing her lips as well as her d-cup breasts, but not as much as I loved burying my head in her pussy while she screamed and pulled my hair. She wasn't openly bi-sexual like me, but she enjoyed playing with me, admitting that she was very attracted to me when we first met. I grinned at her. "What?" she asked. "You want to have some fun?" I asked already sure of the answer. She put her hand in mine and said, "Lead the way." We walked together, hand in hand, waving to friends and laughing. Once again, the fates smiled upon me, for we had the elevator to ourselves. The doors closed and I drew her to me. She trembled and I bent my head to kiss her, to reassure her that it was okay. She kisses me back passionately, her arms pulling me closer to her. I used my hands to cup her breasts, but then ended the kiss. She looked at me with confusion. "Almost there." I told her and kiss her quickly. The doors opened and she grabbed my hand. We walked off the elevator to go to my room. I opened the door and saw my master dressed and sitting in the chair watching television. I ignored him and led her to the bed. She glanced at him and opened her mouth to say something, but I kissed her and she fell back onto the bed, my master forgotten. We kissed, our hands roaming, exploring. We would stop kissing briefly to take off clothing and shoes and then returned to kissing. When we were both naked, I kissed my way to her breasts and sucked on her nipples. She loved it when I played with her nipples. I continued to suck on her nipples and moved my fingers down to her pussy. She was so wet when I parted her folds and began to rub her clit. She moaned, so feminine, so pretty in the silence. While I prefer men, there are females who I am extremely attracted to and love to please them. She was one of them, lush and responsive, with a sweet tasting pussy. I could lick her for hours. I decided I wanted to do just that. I kissed my way down her stomach and buried my head between her thighs. Her hands clutched my head to her while I alternated between sucking on her clit and licking her folds and opening. I could feel her trembling, knowing she was close to climaxing and added my fingers to drive her crazy. I forgot all about my master until I felt him grip my hips hard and slam into me. My scream was muffled as I continued to lick her. His fingers found my clit and began rubbing it. I sucked on her clit hard in response and she came all over my face. She moved off my face to kiss me. It was hard for us to kiss while he slammed into me from behind. She got up and stood next to him to pull his head down for a kiss. The minute she had his attention, I moved forward so that he slid out of me so that I could turn around to kiss him all over his body. She broke the kiss to tell me, "Lie down on your back," and lightly pushed me backwards onto the bed. She turned to my master and said, "Fuck her, then me." She climbed onto the bed and began to kiss me while pinching my nipples. I felt my legs pushed over my head, his mouth kissing and licking my ankles, until he entered my pussy. With her talented tongue kissing my lips and my master's dick pounding my pussy, it didn't take me long to cum as well. I felt myself squirt all over his dick. When he pulled out of me, I pushed her gently off of me. "Wait," I told them. I took off the condom and took him into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and thrust deep into my mouth. I sucked and licked him clean of my juices. "I want some," she said and moved next to me. I slowly licked up his shaft and then offered her his dick. She deep throated him as well so that I moved off the bed to suck on his balls. Moaning, he stroked both of our heads. She put her hand on my head so that I stopped my tasting to look at her. She gave him one last lick before she looked at me. "I want to fuck him too," she said. "How do you want him?" I asked, not bothering to ask him. "I want you underneath me as he fucks me from behind," she said. I moved into position, so that she could climb on top of me. She kisses me passionately, while rubbing her body against mine. I return her kiss, enjoying her passion, her eagerness. I start to moan and shake underneath her, for she started sucking and biting on my nipples. I could tell when my master began to fuck her, since I heard her muffled groan as she bit down hard on my nipple. I find myself a tad bit envious that she gets to make him cum tonight, for I love how hard he fucks when he gets close to his climax. She stops biting my nipples as he fucks her harder, screaming out her pleasure. I enjoy hearing the sound of his balls hitting her curvy ass as he mercilessly pounds her wet pussy. I alternate between stroking her hair and pinching her nipples, as she starts thrusting her hips backwards, both of them close to climaxing. I become aroused again watching them fuck, loving how fervently she takes his cock as well as the way he slams into her. She cums first, her body glistening with sweat, screaming out her pleasure as he groans and cums minutes after her. He gets up to go to the bathroom and I cuddle close to her, kissing her face and stroking her back. After a while, she kisses her way down my body to lick my clit, returning the favor from earlier. I moan, loving the way her tongue licks and sucks at my clit. Months ago, she was shy about licking me, but now, she was an expert on how to make me cum and fast. I close my eyes, feeling my body arch and tense, knowing it won't be long until I cum. I feel his hands in my hair and my lips part, wanting to taste him any way that I can. He thrusts into my mouth, hard again and plays with my nipples, while I take him deep. She continues to lick and suck on my clit until she wrings two intense orgasms from me, my cries muffled by his dick in my mouth. I feel his body tense, only to hear him say, "Swallow," as he cums into my mouth. I lick him clean, until he withdraws from my mouth. She climbs up my body eagerly to kiss me, trying to get a taste of him while I tasted myself all over her lips. We finally collapse against one another, resting. She snuggles closer to me, our breasts smushed together while our legs intertwine. My master climbs into the bed and spoons me from behind. "Devious little slave" he murmurs sleepily in my ear. "I liked that a lot." I snuggle between them, enjoying my master on one side and my luscious friend on the other. She and I kiss leisurely, our tongues tasting and teasing the other, while my master kisses my neck and plays with my nipples. I moan with her tongue in my mouth, enjoying the teasing from both of them. We lie like that, knowing that we will spend the evening enjoying one another until we are too exhausted to move. He's on top of me reading this, rubbing his hard dick against my ass. He pulls my hair to the side to kiss my earlobe, biting gently while he plays with my body. I close my eyes in response to his touch, but abruptly he stops touching me, so that I realize he wants me to continue this entry, to finish the story before I can receive pleasure. His fingers find my clit to play with it, enjoying the feel of how wet I am. I shudder violently, close to climaxing, his expert fingers teasing and manipulating my clit. He kisses my temple only to withdraw his fingers from me abruptly. "Finish it," he commands. I close my eyes, wanting to feel his fingers again, but find myself at a lost for words. "Are you ready for your punishment then, slave?" he asks. Uncertain of the answer, I look away. He licks and bites my ass cheeks teasingly and withdraws from the bed. I know better than to look at him to try to figure out his next action. The bed dips, indicating his return to the bed; however, instead of rubbing my clit, he begins to teasingly rub my asshole. As he teases my asshole, my loud, ragged breathing fills the room. Suddenly, I feel the coolness of a liquid and then pressure. He pushes the butt plug all the way inside me and moves in front of me. "Taste," he commands. "Your punishment is to suck my cock, naughty slave girl." Finally! I get what I wanted... what I needed. Until later diary! HSS PS. HSS-stands for "his slutty submissive". He actually calls me this! Dear Diary Ch. 04 Hope you enjoy reading my diary! If you have any comments, feel free to email me! * * * * * June 21 The sleepover. Well, that's probably not a good name for it really. There wasn't much sleeping. If this is what college is going to be like, i'm ready to go now! Okay, let me back up and tell it from the beginning. Chad and i had a great time at the pool, swimming, sunning, and generally taking it easy. He dropped me off at the house at 7, which gave me a couple hours to get ready for the people coming over at 9. There were supposed to be one of my friends, one of Ellen's friends, and a few of Christine's college friends coming over, but when i got back i found out that the plans had been changed. Ellen and Randy were both staying over at other people's houses, and my friend couldn't make it either, leaving just me, Christine, and her college friends. But that was fine. An evening of lounging around in pajamas, watching movies, laughing - that i could get into, and it would take my mind off of my increasing need for Chad or somone, or something, that would derail this sex obsession i seem to have. At 9 the girls showed up, and after some getting arranged, we settled down to watch a movie, planning to get into pajamas and whatever afterward. One of the girls looked at me strangely, and i caught her looking at me that way again, several times during the movie. Not knowing what that was all about, i decided to ignore her and watch the movie. All of our plans went out the window when the boys crashed the party at 10:30. They showed up at our door, bearing bags full of stuff, and started being loud and annoying, the way only college boys at a party can be. There were 4 of them, and 6 of us, and more than one bottle of alcohol per person, on average. I was suddenly very glad that Ellen and Rudy weren't around. I'm pretty much a stranger to alcohol, my only experience so far was a bad one. I don't remember anything else about it except that it was bad and i was sick for days. Lesson learned. There was some drinking. Okay, there was a lot of drinking. I didn't have much, because i was already freaked out enough from the episode at the pool - i really needed every inhibition i could get! Finally someone got the great idea (that's sarcasm, dear diary) to play a drinking game. It involved a special deck of cards, 2 dice, drinking, and stripping. Christine was already drunk, as was another of the girls and one of the boys. The girl who had been watching me strangely still was, which i just didn't get. what the hell was so interesting? take a picture, it'll last longer. okay, i'm getting off track. all that will be explained soon. So, 4 boys, 6 girls. The boys were all cute, most of them in some combination of shorts and a tshirt or sweatshirt. The girls were about the same. I was the youngest, and the oldest was 21. The boys were all around 20 or 21 i'd guess. Obviously one of them was 21, since they brought so much to drink. The game worked like this. Each person picked a card from the pile, in turn, and read it. There were always 2 options. Option 1 was different on each card. Option 2 was always "person X gets to remove one article of your clothing." After reading the card, you got to choose whether you wanted to do the thing option 1 told you to do, or take something off. Which person got to do it was determined by a roll of the dice. Each of us chose a number. I chose 8. Rolling a 2 meant that the turn ended and you didn't have to do either option. Rolling a 12 meant everyone had to take a drink, and you didn't have to do any options either. We started the game. There was one 12 rolled, so we all had to drink. Otherwise, everyone chose option 2 until we were pretty much all shoeless and sockless, since that was the safest way to go. One of the boys had lost his shirt as well to Christine, who used the opportunity to run her hands all over his chest while taking his shirt off. As a 12 was rolled again, i drank, having a feeling that things were going to get out of control before the evening was out. Oh yeah, the closet. i forgot to mention that rule. Some of the cards, for option 1, just had the word "the closet" and a time like 30 seconds, 1 minute, etc., all the way up to 5 minutes. That meant that you went into a totally darkened closet with that person for that length of time, and they could do whatever they wanted with you. The only limiter was that they couldn't touch or do anything to any part of you that was still clothed. That one scared me from the beginning of the game, but i was just "relaxed" enough to go along with it. After all, i could always run away if i lost too many clothes. It was Christine's turn. She drew a card where option 1 was "dance on a table for 30 seconds" and got up on the table in the middle of everyone and danced. Next was one of the boys, Joey. His option 1 was to lick the face of person X. The dice were rolled, and person X turned out to be the boy next to him. He did it, but neither one looked real happy about it. I thought it was hilarious, and said so. Both of them gave me a dirty look. And that other girl, Marie, was looking at me again. It was Mike's turn, the guy sitting next to Joey. His option 1 was "the closet for 30 seconds." He chose it, and rolled. He got Joey. We all laughed hilariously when they came out 30 seconds later, and asked when the wedding would be. They vowed revenge. We all took another drink. To make a long story short, the game continued like that for a while. The high points were Stacia, a long dark-haired beauty, taking off Andrew's shorts as slowly as she could, getting a great grope in as she slid them off of him. Christine, now in shorts and a bra, and Mike, shirtless, wound up in the closet together for a minute, and came out looking disheveled, hot, and bothered. Marie had short blonde hair, almost white. She was about 5-6, very tomboyish, slim, not particularly curvy. Her makeup was limited to some bright lipstick. Her ears were peirced 4 times each, her navel had a ring also. She was down to a black sports bra and black boxers when she drew one of the "special" cards. The special cards had no option 2, and a few of them were scattered throughout the deck. Each one had a clever title. This one was called "Threesome." It said that Marie, person X, and person Y had to spend 5 minutes in the closet together. Each would come out with one less piece of clothing on than they walked in with; the clothes would be removed at the 4 minute mark, so we couldn't play with anything we uncovered. The other closet rules applied: anyone could do anything they liked to any of the others, except where clothing still existed. The dice were rolled, and Shaun, Marie, and I were headed for the closet. Shaun was 5-8 or so, about 185lbs, and good looking in a tall blond sort of way. he was still wearing a long t-shirt and boxers. I was still mostly dressed, having lost only my jean shorts, leaving me in a long tank top, black bra, and white french-cut panties. I would have worn more modest clothes if i knew i'd be being seen in them! I almost didn't wear a bra... i guess i could be thankful for that, i thought, figuring that i was about to lose my shirt. We went into the closet. It was a tight fit; I was in the middle, Marie behind me facing the same way as i was, Shaun in front of me facing me. The door closed, leaving us in the darkness together. I've got to get some sleep, diary. I'll finish up tomorrow. xoxo Kel :) * * * * * To Be Continued... Dear Diary Ch. 04 A few entries later, I found probably the greatest oops of my sexual life so far. It read: NXRI – Christmas 1987 Paul – Christmas 1987 I have been dating Paul for a few months now, and things seemed to have been going pretty well between us. A country boy from Oregon, I found Paul to be a lost and lonely boy more than an attractive man when I first met him. His sense of humor, ability to listen and be attentive won me over eventually and we started spending more time together. We became friends first, lovers later. He was dating someone else when we met in one of our mutual classes, where we always sat next to each other, at first discussing the lessons, later on going out to lunch or to a movie and eventually, when he broke up with his girlfriend, one thing led to another and, well, after a party one evening, we ended up in bed. Paul turned out to be a gentle lover, just as attentive in bed as he was in conversation. He liked kinky stuff like light bondage and blindfold. I trusted him immensely and never felt threatened. I liked making love to Paul, especially when it turned into a hard fucking, and he lost himself in a moment completely, oblivious to anything around him, even myself. He would pound away furiously, unable to stop, probably even if the building was coming down. Paul always seemed to be fascinated by anal sex, although he had never done it, and I had no experience in it, either. I began noticing that a great majority of the porn movies he was bringing to my place were turning out to involve anal sex, some movies were on that particular subject exclusively. We talked about it and decided that we would try it some day. That some day actually turned out to be the evening of our talk. Of course, I sort of expected that to happen, but still, I was caught by surprise to a point and a bit worried. I kept thinking of Paul and the time just before he is ready to cum. I couldn't see him go berserk on my ass like that and not hurt me. Paul promised solemnly that he would be careful and would not do anything that would be uncomfortable to me. He even offered that I could take the vibrator we were sometimes using to spice up sex and try it on him. We started off slowly, kissing and petting, Paul giving me oral sex and making me cum. It all started off very nice. After I had clamed down, he turned me over and started kissing my back, scratching it lightly with his nails, working his way down to my ass, spreading the cheeks and licking my little hole. The feeling was odd, not very pleasurable, but the idea of what we were about to do was certainly very appealing and I found myself enjoying the action more than I expected I would. Using KY jelly, he squirted some inside my ass and lubed his finger, gently and carefully inserting it inside of me. Again, the feeling was odd, beyond anything I had ever experienced, but it didn't hurt so I didn't stop him. I noticed that Paul's dick stood in a hard salute to me since the moment I agreed to try anal sex and I didn't have to do anything else to keep him that way. He was too eager to get to the action to be able to let himself be teased any longer. As we got to the intercourse part, however, Paul pushing his dick inside my virgin ass with less patience than he had ever displayed before, I started hurting more than I expected and after a few moans and cautions to please go slow, he finally buried his entire dick inside his desired destination. Now that it was finally in, I couldn't bear to think of it moving in and out, I most certainly didn't want him losing his mind and fucking me hard like he normally did and to Paul's great disappointment, I pulled away and we stopped. He was kissing me later and reassuring me that it's okay, but the disappointment on his face was evident. We tried to have sex in a normal way, but he couldn't perform. I felt awful. I offered we should try again, but he declined of which I was grateful for. Even though I had his dick in my ass for less than a minute, I could still feel the discomfort which it had caused me. We fell asleep that night, unsatisfied and both disappointed. Paul avoided spending the night in my place for a few days afterwards. Christmas was just around the corner and Paul had left Chicago for home to spend a few days with his family, returning on Christmas Eve, determined to spend it with me, feeling sorry over my decision not to go to Oregon with him and absolutely refusing to go home to my family. I've been away from home for three years now and I am not ready to go back, yet. As annoying as the topic of Christmas was to me, I loved him for being so sweet and attentive. "Santa Clause!" I heard him yell even before he opened the door and I was genuinely happy that he had returned in time to spend Christmas with me. I was down more than I had expected to be. The celebratory atmosphere of the festive season had gotten to me and I hated to see numerous shoppers running back and forth, carrying huge bags filled with presents, Christmas trees on every corner, Christmas music in every store, restaurant and even elevators. I was ready to scream! He entered and we fell into an embrace, kissing passionately as if he had been gone for months, not less than a week. I noticed a small bag with images of little Santas dancing around a Christmas tree, accompanied by the necessary gift bag filling paper, undoubtedly containing my present. "Later," said Paul. "First, we're going out to dinner." We splurged that evening, aware that restaurants were closing early that evening. We ate in Greek town and then walked some thirty blocks to my place, enjoying the unseasonably mild night, making the romantic evening perfect. We stopped at our friend's dorm room, had a few drinks with people we knew from classes and finally headed to my little apartment, determined to spend the night in lovemaking, warming ourselves up by occasional stops to kiss and slip our hands inside each other's coats, touching, rubbing, squeezing and giggling like kids. Life was good and I was happy. When we entered the apartment, Paul took off my coat and with great ceremony presented me with the bag, which he had brought with him and I had to admit that I was absolutely dying with curiosity. Given that we were both students, poor as church mice, any kind of present was deeply appreciated. Paul dragged me to bed where we sat down and I was finally allowed to look into the gift bag. I pulled out two presents. "The green one first, Nik." Said Paul and smiled mischievously. "The red one later. That's actually for both of us, maybe even more for me than you, but that one later, okay?" I tore the green wrapping of a small box, my heart racing as I realized that it must have been containing jewelry, definitely way beyond Paul's modest means. I was grateful already. I slowly opened the box and a beautiful golden pendant of a ram standing on its hind legs and kicking the front ones up high made me gasp. "Oh, Paul!" I yelped, with great embarrassment realizing that I was just about to cry. "I realize that this would be more appropriate for a birthday present, but I saw it and liked it, and thought you'd like it, too." The symbol of my star sign was absolutely gorgeous. I felt a pang of shame over my modest gift for Paul, a sweater I had knitted myself, which was still tucked somewhere in my closet, unwrapped. "You like it?" he asked worriedly. "Are you kidding? I love it!" I said and hugged him. Life indeed seemed to be good. "Now the second one!" he said, fidgeting on the bed like a little kid. I looked at the small package wrapped in the red paper, bigger than the first one. I tore the paper off with trembling hands, still completely impressed over the pendant and almost screamed in surprise. "What is this?" I asked, knowing exactly what it was. "It's desensitizing cream, Nik. " I closed my eyes. When Paul put his mind to something, there was nothing to persuade him otherwise. "We can try again, you know. It won't hurt, Nik. Please?" I gave in. How could I not? Paul make sure I was happy this particular Christmas, the least I could do is make him happy, too. We undressed slowly. Paul taking my clothes off and kissing every newly unclothed part of my body. I did the same for him. He made me cum with his tongue and fingers. I made him hard with mines. We fucked for a while with Paul very carefully not going too far as he didn't want to cum too soon and fall asleep. This was the moment in which he wanted to do it. If the moment was lost, it might never happen, or if it did, it wouldn't feel as right as at this particular time. Paul unscrewed the tube and used a generous amount of the cream to lube me up. I believe he put in three or four times more than required. He didn't want to hurt me and at the same time was so eager to do what he fantasized about for so long, common sense went out the window for both of us. "How does it feel?" he asked and I giggled. "How do you think half of that tube feels in my ass?" Paul didn't laugh. He was too concentrated on what he was doing. He pushed his finger inside my ass, and I didn't even feel it. He pushed a second one in, again I felt nothing. We tried it with a vibrator and this proved to be just as easy as the fingers, so with great hopes, Paul finally positioned himself behind me, kneeling on the bed and pushed his dick inside my ass. I felt that, but still only just. It didn't hurt at all, it wasn't uncomfortable, and he wrapped his arm around my hips, with his fingers now carefully cleaned with a washcloth softly rubbing against my clitty. He made me cum like that. Hearing his moans and groans, his heavy breathing and feeling his expert fingers on my bud was a blissful pleasure. He made me cum again and then again. Some thirty minutes later, my legs stiff with the pressure of Paul's heavy pounding against me, my stomach began cramping from the invasion deep inside my gut. He was very careful to clean his fingers but we had both completely forgotten that without use of a condom, he had desensitized himself as well as me and it had taken him close to an hour of labor to make himself cum. He enjoyed it throughout, he said later. We were both covered in sweat despite the chill in the room, and the bed was in a complete disarray. Pillows and comforter had fallen off a long time ago. The sheet was pulled off the corners and was now half hanging off the bed, the two of us fucking like two rabbits on the naked mattress. After a while, when I couldn't stand him touch my clitty anymore, certain that he had left bruises all over my hips and shoulders, having clung to them desperately, he had finally let out that last groan of pleasure, which told me that he had cum. I couldn't feel his dick throbbing or squirting. "Fuck, Nikkie! That was good!" he said and all I could do was moan agreement. I vaguely remember him pulling the comforter off the floor and throwing it over us, and then we were both asleep. As I am writing this, it's the evening after our little escapade. I can barely walk. I spend half of the day in bed, the other half in the bathroom, sitting on the toilette, crying with pain that I felt from the previous night. How could I have been so stupid? Why would I let him do that to me? To top it off, without a condom. I'm not sure that the use of a rubber would prevent his feeling to evaporate, but now I think anything would have been better than what had happened. Never again! ------ I laughed out loud as I finished reading. Never again, indeed! Of course I still have anal sex, but I have to admit that it had taken me years before I let myself do it again. Certainly not with Paul. Poor Paul! He felt so guilty; I thought he would never make love to me again. Eventually, we slept together, but it never seemed to be as good as it used to be. We never tried anal sex again. A few months later, with exams taking all our time we gradually grew apart and one day he came to my place, looking sad and ashamed, admitting to dating someone else for a few months. We broke up and I wasn't surprised when I saw him at a party a few days later with his new love. A guy. That's where his strong fascination with anal sex came from. I just hope his experience was better than mine. Dear Diary Ch. 04 Tuesday September 14, 1988 10:55 pm Here I Go Again. Oh God oh fuck oh God. The locker room. Today. I still can't fucking believe it, my hands are shaking so bad I almost can't write this. Coach was really pissed because we had such a bad practice. Mostly he was pissed at Travis and me because we kept screwing up the snaps. I was too distracted knowing he was right behind me with his hands between my legs. Hunched over me. I couldn't keep my mind on the plays no matter what. We dropped the snap about ten times. When practice was over Coach made me and Travis stay late. The rest of the team hit the showers while we had to run laps - in our pads - in the hot sun. We ran for awhile until we realized Coach wasn't even around anymore. So we decided, fuck this, and we headed for the locker room. It was empty. The coach's office was empty. Travis jabbered away to me like nothing ever happened Sunday (and nothing did, really) but it was all I could think about, the way he ground his hips into me. I've dreamed about it every night since. I can't think about anything else. In the dreams he closes his eyes and brings his lips down to mine but before he kisses me I wake up! I never get to see what happens! But now I don't need to dream! Travis still has the locker next to mine. I stripped with my back turned so I wouldn't drool like an idiot when he took his clothes off. But I could still smell him. He didn't stink, even with all the sweat under the pads in the hot sun. It wasn't a bad smell; it was just strong and sexy and masculine and it was so HIM, it made me hard. I kind of pushed into the open locker so he could see me from the side. Like that from the corner of my eyes, I could see his sweaty body in just his jock. God he was gorgeous. I closed my eyes and forced myself not to look. But I could hear him pull off the only thing he was still wearing. He was naked. He threw the jock strap in the locker and walked off toward the shower, whistling. I HAD to look at his incredible, beautiful tight ass as he went around the corner to the shower room. His butt cheeks were tender and white while the rest of him was all tanned and rippling. My cock was hard, full staff, sticking straight up. Travis' smell lingered in the air, coming from the sweaty clothes in his locker. I needed relief so bad. If I didn't get it I knew my cock would explode. I had to do something… the only thing I could do. I looked around. Empty. Coach was probably in the teacher's lounge smoking a joint. Water ran in the shower room, telling me Travis was still in there. I was getting desperate. Yeah, maybe it was stupid. But when I wrapped my hand around my dick it felt so good I just fucking forgot where I was and what could happen… And while I jerked it, something must've happened in my head; I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't care about anything but getting off because it was SO GOOD. It was just something I did in that moment without thinking. I reached in Travis' locker, grabbed his jock and brought it up to my nose. I breathed in his strong, heavy, salty scent while I got closer and closer to cumming - imagining my face was buried in his crotch and I was licking his balls instead of the damp, funky cloth that had just been holding his package up close to his body… I came so fast and so hard I think I almost fell. I bit down on Travis' jock strap to keep from screaming. And just when I was squirting into my hand and whimpering in and out through the jock strap in my teeth, I heard a sound that made me look up. Travis, standing right behind me at the end of the lockers. Buck naked with his towel in his hand, staring at me standing there with my cock in my hand and cum dripping out of it, with his jock strap in my mouth. I couldn't run, I couldn't hide, I couldn't lie my way out of it. He was going to ruin my life now and probably beat the shit out of me and I couldn't do anything to stop him. I always thought it would probably happen someday. Somebody would find out. I wouldn't be able to hide it forever. And now I was going to get what I deserved so there was no point in fighting it. I went limp, I dropped his jock strap and I just stood there and waited for him to do what he was going to do to me. The cum was all over my right hand and I wiped it on my leg. What did it matter anymore what he did? But I was still scared when he walked up to me and grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and shoved me back against the lockers. I looked in his eyes but they were still just pieces of sky, he didn't look mad or disgusted or anything, really. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to start. "Smells good, huh? You like the way that smells? You like sniffing it and sucking on it, don't you?" His naked body pushed me back against the wall and his voice growled. It was crazy - it was sick - but as scared as I was, I was also turned on. I was shaking so bad. What was he going to do to me. I opened my eyes a peep just in time to see him mash his face forward into mine and attack my mouth with his. Oh fuck! He was kissing me. He wasn't beating my ass - he was kissing me - really kissing me - tongue and everything. Even though I just came my cock was rock hard again in no time, even though my head didn't really understand what was going on my dick sure did! And it knew exactly what it wanted to do! I loved feeling him pushing me hard against the lockers, attacking my mouth with his tongue. I kissed back for all I was worth. I wasn't taking any chances! If I never got another chance I wanted as much of him as I could get! We battled back and forth. It was the hottest thing I'd ever done and I was shaking and I think he was too as I slipped my arm around him and touched his lower back. Oh shit! Rob is cute and all but he never made me have this urge to just fall to my knees and worship him like this… I wanted to suck his cock. I needed it! I needed it buried deep in my throat. I didn't care where we were. I scratched at his back, pushing against him, grabbing at him. He crushed me back harder against the lockers and I felt every muscle in his body straining against me. I felt like I was starving and now I was finally getting food. He was letting me - he was joining in. Something more would've happened right here in the locker room for sure if we hadn't suddenly heard a noise. It was Coach! Fuck! We pulled away from each other fast, but I saw his eyes look down at my cock standing fully hard just when I looked at his and saw he was in the same shape. We grinned at each other and he whispered at me, "Hurry up," while we looked as innocent as we could and raced to put our clothes on. Coach went in his office and shut the door and we ran out to the parking lot. This can't be happening! He did want me. He at least wanted to do SOMEthing with me and that was enough! I didn't care what it was. At that moment I really wasn't sure if I was going to laugh or cry or pass out or piss my pants, but I really didn't care as he opened the passenger car door from the inside and told me to get in. I really thought I was dreaming. A tornado was going in my head. He's queer! Or… or something. Bi maybe. Whatever. What did it matter? I didn't care what he was or what I was or where we were headed off to in his fast car. I looked over at him and I remembered my fantasy of us being boyfriends, and I actually grinned at him. It was just a fantasy but I didn't care! And he grinned back because he knew exactly what I was thinking … exactly what I wanted to do and what I was GOING to do as soon as I got the chance! He didn't drive far. Just around the corner to the empty bus shed behind the school. When the car stopped we went for each other. The radio was playing Def Leppard, "Love Bites." He shoved his tongue down my throat and his hand clenched in my hair, pulling it. He was rough and it turned me on so hard! I wanted him to manhandle me in every way he could think of. I kept moaning and grunting and whispering his name while he bit my neck. Oh shit it hurt but it was so good… Oh God I was so fucking hot. He grabbed my shirt and yanked it off me. The seat was too small and the parking brake was in the way. Frustrated, I grabbed him, and he suddenly climbed over the console and straddled my lap, facing me. His beautiful ass was right on my legs, waiting for me to grab it! I know my mouth was hanging open like an idiot when he looked down at me. He whipped his shirt over his head and smiled. I just stared at his chest in awe - his delicious sexy abs - his yummy bellybutton - his tight little nipples - I just had to bite them and lick them and suck them until he threw his head back and groaned. Yeah you gorgeous stud, I want you so bad, you sound so sexy when you do that, I just want to lick every part of you! Just hearing him! Shit it made me so hot I was panting like a thirsty dog. Travis pulled my head back by my hair and then he fell forward and started biting me, licking my shoulder, sucking and biting hard. I'd have a mark and I loved him marking me. Just like the radio said, love bites, all down my neck and my shoulders. I was almost about to cum just from our skin touching, his mouth, his tongue and his teeth. Time! There wasn't enough time, but I HAD to suck him. I had to have his cock in my mouth, at least for a minute. He might never want to do this again. Even if this was the only time I ever got to do it, I could live on just that for the rest of my life. But I had to be quick because I was already late and my mom was going to ground me. What the fuck though, some things in life are more important than mothers. So I reached up and grabbed the button of his jeans, ripped it open, pulled the zipper down and grabbed his cock through his underwear! It was big… hard… bigger than mine, bigger than Rob's. It was so beautiful, I felt my own dick ooze in my pants and make my underwear wet. "I gotta get home," I said. Then I grabbed his ass in my hands - incredible, tight, squeezable - and pulled his dick up to my face. I got to sniff that incredible smell while I licked his cock through his briefs - I nosed open his fly and licked whatever I could get at, as fast as I could. I didn't care if I got in trouble. I really didn't. I just didn't want him to change his mind! I pulled his dick out and licked it. I was in heaven and I think Travis liked it. He grabbed at my hair and talked to me while I gave him the best blow job I could in his car, before someone drove up. "I knew you'd be good at that, I knew you wanted to do it from the first minute I saw you." He thinks I'm a good cocksucker! Even though I had to hurry. I used my hand to get him off faster. I wanted to taste his cum… I HAD to taste it. God his dick felt good in my mouth… it smelled so good… his pubic hair tickled my nose. He started pumping his hips back and forth, pushing his cock into my mouth and making me swallow it. Yes! Yes! Shove it in! He started to cum. I knew the moment and I grabbed his hips and held him still so he squirted into my mouth! I love the taste of cum, I‘ve only tasted my own since Rob and I stopped getting together. It was so sweet… so sexy… and I swallowed it all, just like that wimpy little Missy couldn‘t! I didn‘t let one drop drip down my chin. Travis smiled down at me when he stopped cumming and I was so proud that he liked it. Maybe he'll let me do it again since I swallowed it all. I told him I had to get home. My mom was gonna kill me. He zipped up his pants and went over to the driver's seat again with a big smile on his face I knew I'd put there. He took me home. Mom's pissed but she didn't ground me. Just told me I had to watch Amy all day Saturday while she went shopping. Dammit! I told her Coach made us run laps… lots and lots of laps! And I have a really big hickey on my left shoulder. I can't let Audrey see it. But I don't care! Travis put it there! I hope it stays forever! I don't wanna touch you too much baby, making love to you might drive me crazy… the song says, it's so true. Travis is making me crazy, I can't think about anything else, I don't know how I'll live till the next time I can touch him. Travis your cock is so sweet and so big, it's so hot in my mouth, I can't wait to taste your cum again! Dear Diary Ch. 04 Music: Hello Mood: Alone and Horny August 7, 2005 MISSING YOU So, diary, as you can guess, I've moved you to an online location. My friends are telling me that everyone has a blog and that I simply MUST have one as well, so here you are online! You know I talked to John today, like every fucking day... It's always the same with him, asking me if I've forgiven him, if I'll take him back, if we can have phone sex... He's such a jackass sometimes, with the phone-fucking... Even though it does satisfy me for a little while after we do it, I just don't like it to come up EVERYTIME we talk, you know? I did make the mistake [I guess] of telling him that I masturbated and thought about the time we were in the jacuzzi together in the hotel suite. I really couldn't help it, as that's the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me in a relationship. I wasn't using the butt plug like last time, but I was fingering myself with one hand and frigging my clit with the other and before I knew it, I was back in that moment when we were stumbling back up to our room from the blackjack table, him holding me steady and me more drunk than a little bit. I remember laughing and kissing him in the elevator, rubbing his cock through his jeans and tasting his tongue, feeling his breath on me... He looked so sexy that night, in his fitted tee and dark denim jeans. He really is sexy, even though I hate him with a passion. I can't deny how sexy he is in my eyes. It was inevitable at that point, for me to be transported heart and soul into the past, into the room we shared. I remembered how I drunkenly asked him to run a bath in the jacuzzi and fill it up with bubbles so we could sit and soak together. HA! [I remember that he actually checked with me because he knew how fucked up I was.] He still ran the bath for us though, while I laid on the bed, half-passed out and half-awake, listening to the water pour into the tub. It was black marble and there were low lights on, with mirrors on every inch of the walls so we could see ourselves. He helped me take off my clothes and he kissed my tits, sucking on my nipples a little bit while he helped me wriggle out of my pants. He held my hand and let me wobble to the tub laughing and joking, though now I can't remember what made us laugh so much. I really can't stand him, but every time I think about slipping into the steamy tub with him, naked and oh so sexy, I can't deny my nipples get hard and my pussy gets wet. I remember asking him coyly if I could give him head, as I hadn't done it yet at that stage in our relationship. He smiled so big and asked me if I was sure. – Perfect timing! I closed my eyes and sunk down under the water and put my mouth on him, I remember feeling how warm his cock was in my mouth and how warm the water was all over me. Then his hand went on my head, he knows I like a little struggle during playtime. When I wanted to come up for air and he felt me lift up, he pushed my head back down and held me there, with my mouth on his cock. I knew he would let me up, so I just continued sucking his cock, being patient but still thinking that I needed to come up for air. Just to fuck with him, I remember running my tongue from left to right while sucking harder on him, knowing that he loves when I do that to him. When it got to the point I needed to come up, I lifted and he pressed down harder. I remember feeling helpless, you know? That moment under water when you realize that you absolutely have to breathe and that your only choice if you don't come up will be to breathe in water, that's where I was at when he pushed down on my head. I struggled for what seemed like minutes but was probably only 10 seconds or so, and then he let me come up for air. I looked at him, and I realized the water was dripping from my braids, from my eyelashes, from my lips and I thought, "How sexy I must look right now." I knew he felt the same way by the half-smile that played on his lips before he looked down to tell me he wanted me to do it again. Damn him, that bastard, he knows how I feel about our fucking, he knows how he made me feel when he grabbed my face under the water and started fucking my mouth. I thought I would have time to play around and suck his cock until he couldn't take it anymore and we would journey to the bed and fuck our brains out, but that's not how it happened, and he knew I wanted it the way he did it to me. He held my head in his hands and slammed his cock into my mouth, until it touched the back of my throat. He pulled my braids tight and fucked my mouth faster, until I started struggling to come up for air again. This time, he cocked his head and looked down again, telling me there was no time to be had for games and stares. I went back down and that last time, put my hand down between my legs and fingered myself while he fucked my mouth. I felt the veins in his cock sliding against my lips, and I tasted the soapy water and the spongy feel of his skin pistoning in and out of my mouth. I swear I heard him moan while he fucked my mouth, or maybe I was hearing myself moan from the finger fucking I was giving myself. I know that knowing I was masturbating was just pushing him closer to the edge, to shooting off right in my mouth, under the water. I needed air, and he knew it, but he kept going. After a few seconds, I couldn't even masturbate anymore, I just needed to breathe, but he kept shoving his cock in my mouth, as deep as he could. He finally let me up, when I thought I was going to drown and he smiled at me and looked at the bed. Damn him, it's driving me crazy. I need to fuck him again. I don't want to fuck him again, I need to do it. I need his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass... Damn him. Dear Diary Ch. 04 Author's Note: This story involves mutual masturbation and M/F oral sex =) Enjoy! ------------------------------- Dear Diary, WOW! The past few days have been a trip! It's crazy, now that I've got Luke and really like him, suddenly it seems like there are all these other guys who are interested! It's a little weird how that works. But things have been so fantastic with Luke that I'm not even interested in them! Although it is nice to be noticed. Luke and I don't see each other every day, but he usually calls if we can't see each other. And things get hot and heavy when they can... it makes me want so much more! The last time we were together, I decided to try licking his dick... not a full on blow-job, I don't know if I'm ready for that, but just sliding my tongue up and down it and I even put just the head of his dick in my mouth! He really seemed to like it, and it wasn't too scary. I think my favorite thing about Luke is that he doesn't mind taking things slowly. He never pushes me past where I want to go, if he DOES try to go further he always waits for me to say yes. Not like I'm saying no much... everything is so new and interesting and exciting! Sometimes I think I just want to say 'Let's have sex!'... but then I get nervous. Slow is better. Even if it is frustrating. Dear Diary, I had a FANTASTIC date with Luke last night! AND I gave my first blow-job! First we went out to dinner and everything, and he took me to a movie. Since we hadn't seen each other yesterday and the day before that we hadn't had a chance to fool around, I was REALLY horny. So in the middle of the movie, I reach over and start sliding my hand up and down his thigh, and I could feel him tense up next to me, his arm tightening around my shoulders. I kinda snuggled in closer and started bringing my hand closer and closer to his crotch on the inside of his thigh... and then finally brought my hand up and slipped it into his pants! He kinda gasped, shocked I think that I would be doing this in public! And I gave him a hand job, right there in the movie theater! Afterwards, he took me back to his place cuz it was closer, and he growled at me and picked me up and tossed me on his bed! I could tell that he was still turned on by the fact that I'd wanted to give him a hand job in the movie theater! He stripped me down and started kissing me, really hard and deep, being kind of rough. It was really hot... And then he slid down my body and started eating me out, licking and sucking at my pussy and pushing his fingers in and out of me! I love the way it feels when he's licking me, he has this vibrating thing that he does with his lips - I think it comes from playing an instrument! - that feel fantastic on my clit. After I came he snuggled up next to me and we kissed and stroked each other. He was naked too, and as he started getting harder, I started getting more curious. So I pushed him back so that he was laying down and I started exploring HIS body! I used my hands and my mouth... and his nipples seem to be just as sensitive as mine! He really liked it when I was sucking on them, and I bit down really really gently and it made him gasp... i could actually feel his dick throbbing in my hand! So I worked my way down to his dick real slow, teasing him... running my tongue along his stomach and his legs (even though they're kinda hairy!). I licked his balls, and up and down his dick - mostly just gathering the nerve to do the actual deed. Luke was moaning really hard, his hands running through my hair, and it just made me feel incredibly confident and sexy... And I put my lips over the head of his dick and started to glide down. He kept moaning, his hips thrusting up a little... when his dick hit the back of my throat it made me gag a little so I had to pull back. I kept one hand wrapped around the base of his dick and just tried to get my lips down to that. It made me gag a little, but it felt really nice too... it tasted nice. Kinda... warm and musky or something! I kept bobbing my head up and down, pausing sometimes around the top of this dick and teasing the head with my tongue. He really liked it when I pressed my tongue against the little hole in the head, I think it was really sensitive. One hand was in my hair the whole time, but he reached down and started playing with my boobs with the other one... it gave me shivers to have him tugging on my nipple while I was blowing him. Even though it was my first time, he really seemed to enjoy it, and I started trying to get my mouth further and further down his dick. I got almost all the way to the base! But then he started breathing faster and thrusting his hips up and down... He told me he was gonna cum, but I wanted to swallow it! Maybe never again, but at least the first time just so I'd know what it was like. All of the sudden, it just started filling my mouth, almost coating it... sweet and bitter at the same time, like nothing I've ever tasted before. And it just kept coming! I could feel the spurts traveling along his dick where my hand was wrapped around it, and flowing into my mouth... that was kinda weird but kinda hot too. I felt him relax even before the spurts stopped... so I just kept sucking gently as he got smaller and smaller in my mouth. It was kinda nice to suddenly be able to fit all of him in easily! Afterwards we cuddled some more - and he was weirded out when I wanted to kiss him! But I pointed out that I had been willing to kiss him when he had just eaten me out, and that it's basically the same thing. I could still tell it made him feel a little strange though... I teased him about it. It made me feel kinda superior that I hadn't had a problem with it and he had! * Dear Diary, Luke came over today, and this time we 69-ed! It was really cool... at first I was on the bottom, and he kinda just let his whole dick slide into my mouth and down my throat! It didn't hit my gag reflex so the whole thing went in... but then I couldn't breath and kinda panicked so he let me be on top after that. It was really hot... and I've decided that I like swallowing! It definitely turns him on when I do... although part of the reason I love it is because he gets so uncomfortable when I want to kiss him after. Today I chased him around the room trying to kiss him - just joking like - until he grabbed me and held me down on the bed... I kinda thought we were gonna have sex, but we were out of time cuz his roommate was due back soon. *sigh* Soon... I think it's going to be soon. I'm just so comfortable with him and everything's so easy. He makes me happy. Dear Diary Ch. 04 Tuesday 2nd 11:10pm Last couple of days have flown by—I have been up to my eyes in course work. Mr Thompson seems to have it in for me as he keeps picking on me in lectures. I think he likes it when I blush. This afternoon he called me back after the lecture and told me to come to his office tomorrow morning at 9am. I asked why, but he just said something about a special project he wanted me to complete. To be honest I wasn't really listening—he's so sexy he makes me go all gooey inside! I suppose I'll find out what he wants tomorrow. Ooh I hope I enjoy it! Melissa is out again. Dunno if Michael is coming back tonight. It was pretty weird last time when I woke up and he was in her bed. I didn't know whether to be jealous, or freaked out. It was kinda horny listening to them doing it, if I'm honest. Melissa certainly made tonnes of noise! It took me ages to get back to sleep again. I was all hot and bothered. But when I eventually woke up late the next morning, Michael was gone. Melissa said nothing about it and I was a bit embarrassed about mentioning it. So I didn't. But at least Melissa is still being sweet with me. She came and cuddled up next to me last night and we watched a film. She asked me if Mr Thompson had called me in for a tutorial yet, but I told her he hadn't. "Why do you ask?" I said. "No reason, just something I heard the other day." I was wondering what exactly she had heard, but she refused to say anything more. Then she started massaging my shoulders and I forgot about it. She has such talented hands—probably the holiday job she mentioned taking at a masseuse parlour. It must have been busy there as she told me her earnings had paid for a fortnight in the Caribbean before term began. "You have lots of tension," she murmured in my ear. "Stress," I replied. Plus a disturbed night, I thought. I was tormented by thoughts of Michael and Melissa doing stuff in the bed nearby. "Strip off down to your underwear and I'll try and help." She was smiling innocently when I looked at her and I thought how lucky I was to have such a kind and thoughtful roomy. Stacey Jackson's idea of stress relief during exams had been to flog us pills. She told me they were an herbal remedy, but when I tried one I had all kinds of weird hallucinations. I still don't believe her explanation that seeing huge insects crawling up the gymnasium walls was an allergic reaction on my part, but she refused to give me a refund—the bitch! But since Stacey Jackson is probably pushing her twins around the estate about now, I don't care any more. I'm having far more fun! Melissa had some massage oil in her cupboard and I didn't mind when she suggested it might help. We were lying on her bed so at least any spillage would be on her sheets, not mine. She told me to lie on my back and close my eyes. I could still hear the film playing in the background, but after a few minutes I was almost asleep. God, she's good! "Can I take your bra off?" she asked after a while. My head was all fuzzy by then. "I guess so." It wasn't like she hadn't seen me in the buff already. Before I could think too much about it, she had whipped my bra off and thrown it on the floor. I felt kind of funny for a moment, but then she began stroking my shoulders lightly and I relaxed again. The scent of the oil was lovely—vanilla, or something sweet. I was totally chilled by now. I was also beginning to feel rather horny, but I decided not to mention that. I didn't want Melissa thinking I was some kind of freak. After all, lots of people have massages all the time. It doesn't have to be a sexy thing. Why, even my Dad had one when he went to Bangkok on business. He hadn't mentioned it of course, but one of his colleagues said something at a barbeque last summer. Mum went slightly mental, but I think that was because she was still pissed off with him forgetting her birthday. Silly Dad. He's so forgetful! I suddenly realised that Melissa was tugging on my nipples with her oily fingers as she squeezed my tits. When I opened my eyes, she was grinning at me. "Do you like that?" she asked. I did, but I wasn't sure if I ought to admit it. "It's nice," I replied reluctantly. When her hands left my aching breasts and slid down my belly, I had a sudden panic attack. "Don't get oil on my new La Senza knickers!" I shrieked. "Don't worry about that," she soothed. In an instant, my knickers had been pulled down my thighs and were tossed on to the floor. "Ooh you have lots of tension in those quads." "Quads?" I squeaked. "Yes, these muscle in your thighs." She stroked my legs firmly, her thumbs edging along the soft skin of my inner thigh. The achy sensation that had been growing inside began to throb harshly. "How come you know all the proper names?" I didn't really care, but the way she was touching me was driving me insane and I needed the distraction. "Michael is studying anatomy as part of his sports therapy course, so he's been giving me some tips." She chuckled to herself and I wondered what exactly Michael had been teaching her. Somehow I felt that there probably wasn't much Melissa didn't already know. Her fingers brushed my pussy lips and I moaned helplessly. "I don't need any oil here," she commented knowingly. I couldn't speak. Her fingers dipped in the cleft between my thighs and I felt them slide inside me. This wasn't like when Mark touched me—this was altogether different, much gentler. I writhed around on the bed, or as much as I was able to with Melissa sitting astride my legs. "Ohhh," I moaned. "Shhh," she whispered with an eye on the door. The film had obviously finished as the only sound in the room was that of me panting and gasping. I couldn't see what she was doing exactly, but it sure felt good. She seemed to be concentrating on a really sensitive spot when suddenly everything exploded. I screamed as white hot pleasure ripped through me. It was just like when Mark licked me in the same place. When I came to my senses, Melissa was watching me with a huge grin on her face. "Was that good?" she asked. "Oh wow," I managed to say eventually. "You're...great!" "I know," she replied a little smugly. "I had lots of men requesting me at Madame Roxanne's place." "Was that where you worked over the summer?" "Yeah." She frowned and then jumped off the bed when her mobile started bleeping. I guessed she didn't want to be reminded of boring old work. Her job sounded better than mine at least. Stacking shelves in the local shop had been deadly. The only fun bit had been when Mr Dixon, the manager, had offered to do a photo shoot for me. He reckoned I had just the 'look' he liked. "Do I have to pay?" I'd asked, all excited about the thought of being a 'model'. "No, sweety, all you have to do is wear some pretty things and let me play...ahem, position you for the camera." "Ooh that sounds fun!" I almost dropped the stack of top shelf magazines I was supposed to sorting and arranging. "It will be fun, trust me." He looked almost as excited as I was feeling and I smiled at him. It was obvious that Mrs Dixon was not very nice to him as he seemed thrilled at me agreeing to his proposal. Then Mum found out... She wasn't too impressed when I told her the photos were going to be in a magazine. Mr Dixon was ever so annoyed when I told him I wasn't allowed to model for him. After that he told me I was being made redundant. I was rather upset, but then the weather turned hot so I spent my last three weeks before Uni sunbathing in our back garden. "Michaels coming round," Melissa said as I was remembering how our next door neighbour, Mr O'Neil spent ages trimming his hedge while I sun bathed topless. I think the poor man was a bit of an OCD freak. The hedge never seemed to be level enough for him to be satisfied. After three weeks he was still out there every time I dropped my towel on the lawn and rubbed my sun tan lotion into my tanned skin. I suddenly realised what Melissa had just told me and that I was naked on her bed. Somehow I felt that it probably wasn't a good idea for Michael to see me in such a manner. He would most definitely get the wrong idea about me. Now I must get some sleep. Got loads of lectures tomorrow and one of them is with Mr Thompson... Thursday 4th 10:30 pm Melissa is out again—concert this time with one of her other mates. She asked me if I wanted to go, but I had to finish an essay for Mr Thompson so I said no. I had a tutorial with him yesterday. All through the morning lecture he kept looking at me in a funny manner. Rosie noticed too. "He has a thing for you," she whispered when the lights had gone down in preparation for a slide show. "No way," I denied vehemently. "He's married!" She snorted loudly and several people turned around to see what all the noise was about. "I don't think that ever stops him," she said eventually. I was too busy concentrating on the screen to pay much attention, although I did wonder what she meant. I figured she was just winding me up. Mind you, after my tutorial, I'm not so sure about him any more. "Come in!" he barked when I knocked on his office door after the lecture. I walked in and almost dropped my books all over the floor when I realised he was standing behind the door. He shut it and locked it. "Don't want us to be disturbed," he said sweetly which was nice of him. Made me feel rather important. He indicated that I was to take a seat on the sofa near the bookcase, so I did. All the time he was watching me and I couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. The blinds were closed and the room was rather dimly lit, but I could see how handsome he looked in his tight jeans and white shirt: far better looking than some of the other lecturers in their brown corduroy trousers and hairy jumpers. Yuck. "I've read your latest essay," he told me. Then he sat down next to me. His thigh was touching mine and for a moment I could hardly breathe. "Was it okay?" I squeaked. "Not too bad," he replied. "But I think you need help in a few places." I felt crushed. Bloody hours I had spent writing that sodding essay. Even Melissa had told me it was pretty good. "Oh right," I said, trying not to look at him for fear of showing him how upset I was. He chuckled and I looked up in surprise. "Don't worry—I gave you an A for effort." "Oh thanks!" Now I was delighted. I grinned happily. "But there is something we need to discuss..." "Oh?" "Yes, I'm having a few problems with your choice of clothing in my lectures." I was stunned. Whatever could he mean? Looking down at my mini skirt and blouse, I couldn't see anything wrong in what I was wearing. "But...but..." He reached out and pressed a finger across my lips to silence my feeble protest. "This blouse is far too tight," he told me sternly. We both looked down and I saw that he was right—the top button that held my blouse together was straining to hold my breasts in place. To make matters worse, I wasn't wearing a bra as I had spilt coffee on my last clean one that morning. Suddenly, the button gave up the struggle and pinged off sideways. "See what I mean?" Mr Thompson said as my blouse popped open and revealed a large portion of my cleavage. I blushed fiery red as I realised the tips of my nipples were almost visible. "I'm sorry," I said, not sure what to do. It must be awful for the poor man to be sitting here, trying to give me a tutorial while my tits are hanging out. He probably didn't know where to put himself. "Now you look indecent." It was like he was telling me off and I trembled like a little kid. "I'm sorry...sir..." I wasn't sure why I had called him 'sir' but the word just popped out of my mouth before I was aware of what I was saying. He looked pleased at that. "I think I might be able to help you with your predicament," he told me kindly. Tears pricked my eyelids with gratitude. "Really?" "Yes, I have a spare shirt in my cupboard. You can borrow it. Now take this ruined blouse off and then I'll fetch the shirt for you." I waited for him to move, or at least look away, but he did neither. "Shall I take it off now?" I asked, puzzled. He looked irritated and I wished I hadn't asked such a dumb question. "Yes, of course. Hurry up now, we have work to do." Trying not to feel embarrassed—after all, he was my tutor so it wasn't like he cared what I looked like, I unbuttoned the other half of the blouse and quickly pulled it off. My tits felt all tingly as he stared at them and I wondered why he wasn't hurrying to fetch the replacement shirt. Then the telephone on his desk began to ring loudly. "Shit!" he said crossly. For a few moments we both waited for it to stop ringing, but it didn't. Eventually he stood and walked over to answer it. As he talked in a low voice, I could see him looking at my tits again and I felt myself growing hot and bothered, just like I had been with Melissa. When the conversation ended, he slammed the phone down in rather a violent manner and I jumped. "Look, sweety, we'll have to finish this at the end of the week as something's come up." I felt extremely disappointed at his announcement. I had been looking forward to finding out where he thought I could make improvements in my work. Before I could say a word, however, he had thrown a blue shirt at me and told me to get dressed. I quickly did as I was told and then he opened the door for me. "See you on Friday," he said with a smile. He patted me on the bottom and then closed the door on me. Friday is tomorrow of course. I've finished my essay and I'm looking forward to hearing what Mr Thompson thinks of my ideas. I must remember to give him the blue shirt back too. Ooh, I can't wait! Dear Diary Ch. 04 Ok, here is part 4, I wrote it fairly quick and I'm posting it the same way, trying to get part 5 started while it's in my head. JFYI the "Nov 18" entry below is showing events that happened from the night before... (Susan usually writes in the morning) * Nov. 17 I'm still in a good mood this morning about Marie coming home in less then a week. Michael was very happy as well when I told him Friday evening, he missed her as well. I'm still nervous though about the kids, I know they promised to behave but I wonder if something will slip while Marie is here, a quick touch or slipped words. I guess I'll just have to bite the bullet and try to relax and hope the kids are good at their words. But even with that concern, this is the most relaxed and happy I have been for some while. It will be good to have Marie home...well that and not having the others naked and panting, or pawing at me for that matter. Nov. 18 Oh my god, it finally happened! I can't believe what happened yesterday afternoon nor can I for an instant figure out what's going to happen now... For Susan it was just another Monday, she was bored in the morning, doing chores around the house leisurely, beginning supper preparations just before the kids got home. Throwing them greetings as they entered the house and receiving their hugs in return...and getting only a slightly playful nipple grab from Peter as her only daily harassment. She glanced their way as she asked how was their day, getting mumbles in return between sips of sodas and juice. She felt her heart beat harder with their casual way they grabbed each other, Mary licking juice from her sister's face and then winking at their mother as Susan looked on. She tried to ignore them then as they walked out of her sight and into the back of the house. Susan finished the dish, placing it into the oven to cook and tried to get her mind off her children's activities and failed utterly. She hadn't masturbated that morning and often that led to her 'discovering' her children as they played in their rooms...and her own finger sessions in her room shortly afterward. She cursed herself as she slowly walked down the hallway, listening to the soft moans and purrs leading her onward. She followed them to Mary's room this time, and hesitated as she took in the sight before her. She felt her body grow flush as she looked on as Peter knelt between Mary's open legs, his ass thrusting quickly as he buried himself inside his sister then back out. Susan could hear the very audible liquid popping noises that his thrusting was making. And along with the sounds that Genie was making as she straddled Mary's head, the room was quite noisy. Susan heard herself groan as she watched the scene before her, and her knees grew weak as her panties became quickly soaked. She felt her hand pressing between her legs and watched through glassy eyes as Genie stared back at her. "Oh god mom...uuuhhh...come join us!" Genie pleaded through hazy eyes as her body jerked, getting close to orgasm. Susan gasped as she saw her son look back at her, still thrusting into his sister. Susan shook her head...clearing it slightly and she pushed herself along down the hallway to her room. Before she closed the door she heard the sounds of Genie as her orgasm overtook her. "Ohhh god...yeessss...lick, lick....aahhhhhhhhh shhhhiiittttttttt!" Susan closed the door and reduced the noise as she rolled into bed. "What am I doing?" She muttered softly to herself, not referring to her hands which at that moment were sliding into her pants and underwear. She gasped as she felt her finger slide between her pussy lips. She then began to pant as the digit penetrated deeper and she began to thrust inside, plunging deeper with each stroke. She could softly hear her children as one or two of them orgasmed and she felt her own pussy grip her finger like a vice, her own orgasm hitting her like a train. "Uhhhhhhh...fuuuucckkkk!" She cried out through clenched teeth, trying to be silent, least her children hear her. She bucked on the bed, her finger flying now between her legs, her hand drenched to the wrist. She then gave one final gasp and lay panting heavily on the bed. She slowly pulled her hand out of her pants, dropping it down on the bed, smiling beyond her concerns and feeling nothing but contentment at that moment. She sighed as she closed her eyes and slowed her heart, feeling a fuzziness of thought and wondered if she wanted to fight off the sleep that was coming. Michael was happy as he drove, thinking what a surprise it was to be getting home two hours early today. Work had been super slow, with all the work done and no new clients calling or busting down the doors, so his boss decided to let everyone else go home early. The last time that happened, Michael thought, was along time ago...at least a year he figured. He thought about grabbing a bite to take home, but figured if he hurried he might be able to get home before Susan finished making supper, maybe even before she finished her preparations for it. If he did, he was thinking they could all go out for dinner. He smiled at the thought; it had been months since they had gone out to dinner as a family. He pulled up into the drive a short time later and entered the house. He didn't see his wife or any of the kids, but he figured the kids were off doing homework or playing or such. He started to call out to his wife and ask if she wanted to go out, but decided to ask her privately to make sure he didn't interrupt any plans she had for supper, she could get very cranky if he ruined her supper if she had spent hours preparing it. As he walked into the kitchen he did in fact see signs she was working on dinner and continued to their bedroom, thinking she was in the bathroom. After just a few steps he heard strange sounds and started walking slowly, trying to figure out what they were and where they were coming from. He had just reasoned out that the sounds were sexual in nature and he was now expecting to find his wife cheating on him just as he crossed in front of Mary's door and saw the truth. He stood aghast, unable to comprehend the scene before him, not believing what he was seeing, though he could tell right away his wife wasn't in the pile of flesh before his eyes. He felt like vomiting as he looked on and saw his son as he had his face between Genie's legs, obviously licking her pussy and at the same time Mary was getting her pussy licked by that very same daughter as she lay on her back on the bed. The incredible craziness of the moment finally caused a eruption inside him. "AARRRGGHHH!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Was all Michael could grunt out as he felt bile and anger inside him. "AIIIEE!" Mary cried out as she fell off her sister and onto the floor. "Jesus dad!" Peter gasped out as slid out of his sister and sat down on the bed, looking at his father just feet away. "Oh God daddy!" Genie finally moaned out as she sat up, even now starting to cry as she attempted to cover her body with her hands and knees. They all looked at their father as he stood in the doorway, mouth agape and his hands clenching and flexing. He looked at each of them, but after a few seconds he could no longer look at his naked daughters, it felt wrong even under these conditions, so his eyes settled on his son. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING?" Michael asked through clenched teeth, his eyes burning a hole into his son. He had directed the statement to all of them, but the longer he looked at his son, the more convinced he was whose fault it was, at least in his mind. "Oh My god daddy...we're sorry!" Genie mumbled as she cried into her hands and Michael looked at her and noticed the others glancing her way as well. Michael then looked back at his son and Peter nodded in agreement. "We're all sorry dad..." Peter trailed off as he looked at his fathers face, turning a deep angry shade of crimson. Somewhere in his mind he knew what was coming. "Daddy please..." Was all Peter got off as his father lunged at him and grabbed his arm and lifting him up like a doll. "You BASTARD!" Was all Michael could manage to grunt out as he struggled to speak as his rage got the best of him. He didn't even think that it was his son was being gripped in his hand, only that this was the creature that had violated his daughter's before him...even after he started hitting him, his fist growing bloody from his knuckles and his sons face. "AIIEEEEEEE!" Mary screamed out as she watched her father start to pummel her brother. "DADDY! NO, NO, NO!!!" Was all Genie could intone as she stood up in the bed and looked on the violence before her. But Michael did drop his son at his daughters screaming, though he only hesitated a few seconds before reaching down again, this time grabbing him by the hair, causing yet more screaming from the two girls. Susan must have fallen asleep, because she felt like she was pushing out of cotton candy, then she wondered what woke her. Then she heard raised voices from another room in the house. She sat up quickly wondering what was going on, when she heard the unmistakable sound of her husband's voice in anger. "OH SHIT!" Susan croaked out as she threw herself out of the bed and almost ripped the door from its hinges as she tossed it open. She took the hallway in just three leaps as she bounded off the wall and hurtled herself to Mary's room and had to grip the doorframe as her body continued past it. She got there just in time to see her husband as he reached down and pulled her bloody son up from the floor. "MICHAEL, STOP!" Susan shouted out as her body responded and stopped in the doorway. Her husband either didn't hear her or refused to. And she looked on as he slapped Peter incredible hard across the side of his head, knocking him back to the floor and out of her husbands grip. Susan threw herself at her husband and tried to grip him and make him stop. "GODDAMMMIT MICHAEL, FUCKING STOP IT!" Susan screamed at her husband and her fear and anger gave her enough strength that she held him for a few seconds. When she knew her husband was breaking free she cried out. "Dammit girls...help ME!" Susan gasped as she struggled for air as Michael pushed her back onto the floor to get at Peter. "Daddy stop!" Genie cried out as she tentatively rushed forward and pushed her father away, causing him to take a step back. Michael looked at her for a second then glanced back at Peter, and moved toward him again. Susan reached for him from the floor, wrapping her arms around his legs. "MICHAEL STOP DAMMIT!" She shouted and used her weight to slow his steps. But her husband was still moving forward, like a machine that had its sights on Peter. Mary looked at him and grew scared...and angry. "Daddy fucking stop!" Mary growled out as she stood up and jumped her body full onto her fathers, in a move that would make any wrestler proud, her weight and Susan's grip knocking him to the floor with a loud thud...and a loud cry from Susan as his weight fell on her and twisted her arm beneath him. Michael seemed stunned for a few seconds before moving off of his wife and sitting on the floor, looking at all of them. Susan grimaced as she started to get off the floor, rubbing her shoulder where she had twisted it. Genie had sat back down and was sobbing uncontrollably while Mary stood stark naked and looked like she was ready to fight her father. "Oh god Peter!" Susan said as she moved to help her son up, his nose and cheek bleeding and one eye already swollen part way shut. He reached his hand out to be helped up when his mother got near him and together they got him to a sitting position, Susan then looked at his face. "Dammit Susan, don't you care that he was molesting the girls!" Michael uttered out as he stood, seeing his wife only care at that moment with how Peter felt. Mary shook her head violently. "He didn't rape us daddy." Mary told him evenly, her voice filed with anger. Michael looked at her to respond but Susan interrupted her as she stood up. "Michael, he didn't molest them. All of them...ALL of them were having sex, consenting sex...sex...not rape!" Susan soft growled, her own voice tinted with anger and fear. Her husband looked at her like she was crazy. "Michael, they were fucking...ok? I'm going to assume that was what you saw anyway." She said then looked down at her son. Michael stared at her in amazement, and then looked at each of the girls, both of them nodding at him though Genie was still crying. He looked hard at his wife again. "You knew about this?" Michael asked his wife as he stood dumbly in the doorway. Susan seemed to deflate and then she sighed and looked over at the girls. "You two put some clothes on please!" Se said gruffly before turning to her husband and cautiously looking into his face and nodding. "Yes...yes I knew about it." She answered timidly, hoping he wouldn't go off again. He eyes grew wide and he stood dumbstruck for a minute. "Why didn't you tell me? How long has this been going on? How...How could you let them...how could you let them...FUCK EACH OTHER?" He shouted at her, almost to the point of tears. "I COULDN'T FUCKING STOP THEM!" Susan growled out loud back at him. She then took a deep breath and looked at him again. "Believe me I tried to stop them, they had minds of their own and...and I could stop them." Susan finished meekly, now thinking about weather she should try to be honest with him or keep everything with herself out of the picture. She was wondering if she should lie to him. "You couldn't stop them? How couldn't you? All you had to do was tell me and they would have stopped." He said, and in his mind it was that simple. "That easy huh? Michael, look down at Peter...THAT is why I didn't come to you. THAT is why I didn't tell you. You would've at the least tossed him out on his ass out of the house! He's our son...he's MY Son, and I didn't want that! I tied to stop them, but they were very...very determined Michael!" Susan growled out, fighting for breath as she panted out the words, feeling emotionally and physically drained. "So Peter was the one to start this shit?" Michael said, latching on to his wife's choice of words. "No Michael, Peter didn't start it, all of them were in on it but if one of them started it, it was Mary. She talked to him about it...at least at first." Susan told him, then immediately regretted pointing the finger at anyone. Mary gave her a shocked look and started to defend herself, but gasped out and remained silent. She looked up at her father and nodded to him in his silent question on his face. "Mary? You?" Michael asked her, unable to ask what happened. Mary started to tremble. "I'm sorry daddy...I'm sorry. I...we...were just talking at first...and it just happened...I'm sorry." Mary cried out, feeling confused and not sure what or how much to say, but feeling so much like a child under her fathers stare. She started sobbing and wanted his forgiveness at that moment and just threw herself into his arms to find it. "Jesus Mary..." Michael muttered out, not knowing what to do or say, but settled for embracing his daughter, hesitating only a second at his daughter's nudity. Susan reached out and embraced Genie when their other daughter moved close to her, partly in fear of the moment. He crying slowed at her mother held her. Michael looked over at them and shook his head softly. "Susan...still...why didn't you tell me?" he asked her softly. Susan sighed and gently pushed her daughter away as she moved to her husband. "Michael...Michael, we'll talk about that in a bit, ok? Go to our room and I'll be there in a bit, I think Peter needs some help." Susan told him curtly as they both looked down at their son. Michael sighed and nodded. "Fine, I'll wait in there, but I want a full explanation." He told her as he started to leave. "Fine, just let me clean up your handiwork first ok." She chided in as she turned back to help her son. Michael paused and started to reply to her remark, but decided to continue onto their room. "Come on Peter; let's get you to the bathroom. Can you two help me?" Susan asked the girls as she helped their brother up. Both of them quickly moved to help him up and walk to the bathroom next door. "Genie, you and Mary go get dresses now...and bring back lover boy here his under shorts." Susan said, glancing down at her son's nakedness after they set him down on the toilet lid. Even hurt Peter gave her a weak grin and she just shook her head in disbelief. "Sure mom." Mary said and they both left to get dresses. Meanwhile Susan grabbed a wet cloth and began gently cleaning her sons face. She had to step over him, her legs straddling his to reach his face easily and she couldn't believe it when she felt a hand snake between her legs and run up the inside of her thigh. She slapped her sons hand away and glanced out the door to make sure it was clear. "Are you fucking nuts? After what happened you want to do that...did your father knock what little brains you had loose?" She whispered softly to him as she held his eyes, making him look away in guilt. He returned them a second later with a slight grin. "I'm sorry mom, I...I was just trying to make light of it all, I feel like shit is all." Peter whispered back as he looked at her and shrugged. She shook her head again. "Doing that now...even in play is going to get you hospitalized. I thought you were smarter then that!" She grunted out in a harsh whisper and stopped further chastising when she heard the girls coming back. "Ok mom, here. How is he?" Genie asked as Mary handed over his shorts. Susan had peter put them on before really taking a look at his face. "Oh god Peter...you look horrible even with the blood gone." Genie said as she looked at her brother, feeling rather Ill having looked at his damaged face. "She's not kidding Peter." Mary agreed with her, and Peter pushed past them and looked into the mirror. "Oh fuck!" Peter said softly to himself. "Watch the language at the moment young man." Susan told him and moved to close the door. She then came to stand next to him and looked close at his face. "Oh yeah...a black eye for sure, maybe both if the blood pools the right way. Both your cheeks are going to puff up and I'm not sure but your nose might be broke." Susan announced with concern, trying hard not to cry as she looked at him. A few tears escaped her sons eyes before he forced them to stop, but both his sisters were crying, though Mary on slightly. Susan looked at the three of them. "I really hate to tell you so but..." She started to say. "Then please don't mom." Mary muttered, looking at her and trying to stop her tears. Susan nodded to her. "Ok, you two go back and fix Mary's room up and I'll bandage up your brother's face. Peter, we might need to take you to the hospital, in fact we probably should. Let me talk to your father and then we'll see about that." She told him as she placed a large bandage over his bleeding cheek, but she left the busted eye uncovered to see if the doctor wanted to cover it. "Ok, get one of the girls to get you some ibuprofen or such and go lay down for a bit." Susan said as she left the room and taking a deep breath and walked to her bedroom. She opened the door and saw her husband sitting on the bed, his back to the door. "Ok start explaining." He immediately said as she closed the door behind her. "You know I'll have to take Peter in tonight to get looked at, I think he has a broken nose." She said as she walked in front of him and he stood up to look at her...and to walk further away from her. "Fine, but he had that coming after what he did...they did or whatever." He said softly, anger tinting his voice, but at whom Susan wasn't sure. "Can you please explain how this happened for god's sake?" He repeated, raising his voice slightly. Dear Diary Ch. 04 Dear Diary, I think sometimes as human beings we make things complicated when really it's the answers that are more important than the questions. I know who I am and I know what I want. If I just wanted sex, I know that toys and other people would work, my desire would fade and I could move on to the next thrill, the next taboo pleasure. However, I crave my master. I want his unique domination, his gift of pain to me, creating the most honest and freest place I have ever known. There is something about him, the way he seduces...the way he makes me desire more...every time...all the time. By the time he leaves me, a sweaty, sated heap of tangled limbs and scattered thoughts, I'm already plotting his next visit, my next fix. Often, we tend to use words in which we lack true understanding: hunger, dying, aching, and burning. However, I now know what it's like to be consumed by something so dark, so addicting, so enlightening. Like Alice, I've followed this rabbit hole down deep into submission, never stopping, never examining, this gradual darkening nature of my desires. I burn for him when he is not here. I think about me being on my knees, his slave, obeying, submitting, even anticipating fulfillment. Craving the moment he decides to give me exquisite pain, fulfilling the ravenous hunger that never seems to be sated. He makes the world brighter, my senses clearer, my very own Mad Hatter, leading the way into freedom, into dark bliss. I've long since given up trying to see the end of the path or the journey. I was asleep before I met him, yet now I'm fully awake and aware of what I need. All I know is that life has become literally the answer to this question: Can I live without it? Without feeling his domination to fulfill this ache, I know I would die the slow death of one who fails to live or take risks. My master...my salvation...my destruction...my beginning...my freedom...my enslavement... Like a moth, I eagerly seek his bright and dangerous promise of pain and pleasure. I've swallowed my pride to follow him into this new world, the new experiences he offers so freely and openly. Lying here, I remember him on top of me, helpless beneath his gaze, his desire. Feeling small in the scheme of things...in the thrall of lust and ecstasy. Sometimes I want to let go of all of this...to walk away and gain more control, more sense of self. It is in those moments that I give up, when I decide to walk away and feel more assured, more like myself, that he pulls me back into this-giving me everything and anything. After a long time of not hearing from him, he texted and told me to get ready for him per previous instructions. Briefly, I thought about disobeying, but I needed the fix I've craved for so long. I used the restraints on my bed to position my body on the bed, but not before I placed a large butt plug in my ass, nipple clamps on my nipples, and a blindfold over my eyes. I listened eagerly for his footsteps as I heard the front door open and close. Waited impatiently as I could hear his belt being unfastened and his clothes hitting the floor. I licked my lips because I was eager for him, my pussy becoming wetter as the anticipation became unbearable. I felt the bed dip with his weight and I could feel his body heat above mine. He ran his hands up my legs, thighs, and pushed my legs apart even more. My body arches as I feel his fingers play with my clit. He shows his mastery of my body as he makes me cum effortlessly. As I arch off the bed during my climax, I feel him moving up my body. He removes the nipple clamps and proceeds to tease my tortured nipples further by biting them and sucking hard on them. He uses his fingers again to part my wet pussy folds to play with my wetness and my clit. Orgasm two comes quite quickly and I'm gasping for air. He slides his fingers, wet from my climax, up my body and inserts them into my mouth. Straining against my restraints, I deep throat his fingers wanting to take everything he can give me. He removes his fingers and kisses me passionately, our tongues dancing and tasting. He sucks on my bottom lip hard during the kiss and I return the favor. He removes the blindfold to then climb up my body so that his hips are by my face. He looks down at me and I return his gaze, knowing what's coming and wanting him to feel good. I wet my lips and open my mouth so that he can move in and out of my mouth. I glance up to see him hold the bed board as leverage and a way to pick up speed. I take all of him inside my mouth, feeling my saliva wet his hard cock, making it much easier to take him deep within my mouth. He plays with me like that for a while until he withdraws from my mouth and kisses me hard on the lips. He climbs down my body; stopping to suck on my nipples again, then kisses his way down my stomach. He kisses the insides of both my thighs and rubs my clit again. Suddenly, I feel his tongue dart out and lick my clit. Startled, I whimper and pull hard at the restraints on the bed. He moves his hands under my hips and sucks hard on my clit. I hear myself screaming as I arch off the bed into his mouth. He teases me relentlessly and I cry, scream, and shake during the pleasure he gives me effortlessly. When he wrings an especially intense orgasm from me, he stops momentarily to let me catch my breath and to roll on a condom. He unties my legs so that he can wrap them around his waist and kisses my right ankle before entering me gently. "I love watching you cum," he rasps before he begins to fuck me. He begins to play with the butt plug in my ass. He turns the butt plug sharply to the left as he moves deep within me and I cum hard, clamping down on his dick inside me. As he begins to fuck me harder, the butt plug makes my pussy tighter. I can feel an intense orgasm building inside of me once again and can feel him getting closer to his own climax. My pussy tightens around his dick and he leans down to thrust his tongue in my mouth, both of our groans swallowed by the other. He collapses on top of me and my mind berates me for being the worst kind of fool. Ignoring my voice of reason, I reach for him again, needing more, an addict of the worst kind. There is no intervention for me. This isn't a love story. I won't wake up tomorrow and be able to make this about goodness, love, redemption, or light. He is carnal, dark, commanding, unrelenting, and unapologetic. He attracts the darkness within me and I have ceased caring that he pushes me closer and closer to the edge of reason, very much aware I can never return to lie my life was before I met him. I hate him, I need him, I crave him, and submit to him and him alone. Even though I'm reluctant and often sulky, he is my master. And I remain ever so truly- His slutty submissive... Dear Diary Ch. 05 I took a pen and turned the pages to the very end of my confessions, finding the first blank one after that. I simply had to add one more entry; this one the best memory of all. ----- Brenda - February 2004 As usual, I was so angry, I told Mike I wasn't going a few times already, all the while continuing to dry my hair, apply make up, trying to choose an outfit to wear. Each Christmas party, Thanksgiving dinner, Fourth of July barbecue and all the rest of festive days, every birthday, anniversary, baby shower and wedding reception that we have attended together as a married couple had been preceded by an inevitable tension, arguments and shouting matches. One or both of us deciding that we were not going, stomping around the house, throwing clothes and car keys against the wall, angry enough to be able to smack one another, although it never quite got to that point. This was to be a Valentine's Day party at Mike's friend's place, whom I never even met. One of their buddies from teenage years was flying in from New York and they were to meet for the first time in twenty years and "kick it". I listened to endless stories of their escapades and how they were like brothers. I was sick of it already. Besides, I had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason I was invited along was because Jahan was bringing his wife and I was probably to be a distraction for her, so that she wouldn't be in danger of dying from boredom listening to their stories, undoubtedly minor occurrences blown out of proportion. Even walking out the door, we argued. He didn't like what I was wearing, there were comments about make up, he wanted me to put on glasses so that I could drive... By the time we agreed on a cab and were standing in front of his friend's front door, we've been through a huge battle and were not speaking to each other. The minute we entered the crowded apartment, I was hit by the realization of how Mike had felt when he attended Christmas parties at my job. He was never too eager to go, but did as a married couple does on the occasions like that. Whenever we arrived at the place of festivities I could literally count to ten and before I was through, he would hiss at me: "So, I'm a token nigger again". Of course that was not true. None of those parties were exclusively for people of one race, but I just happened to work in predominantly white office and though that did not bother him on other occasions, the insecurities must have set in when faced with a crowd that we were joining. By the time we were leaving however, he was pleasantly drunk and buddy-buddy with most of the people who attended. As we walked into the apartment, I noticed that I was the only white woman there. I looked around carefully and with a sinking feeling realized I was the only white person. I knew a couple of guys, Mike's friends, who never went beyond a nod and a grin to me, and I seriously doubted that by the time we left I would be any better of. I turned around to poke my husband with the same comment he annoyed me with each time he found himself in the situation that I was in now, of course, appropriately calling myself "cracker", and found him embracing his friends in a most annoying display of male bonding. After polite introductions, I grabbed a drink and sat in a corner, looking out of the window, admiring the breathtaking view of Chicago skyline and trying to make myself as invisible as I could. To Mike's credit, I have to admit he passed by me a few times, lovingly caressing my hair or giving me a hug and asking if I was okay, suggesting I should mingle. "No, I'm fine here." I said with a smile as sweet as I could make it. I knew I was going to hear about it later on our way home, not wanting to socialize with his friends. "It's beautiful here." I said and wishfully looked out the window again. "Yeah, it is." Mike replied. "Brenda and Jahan will be here soon." He added and was gone. I didn't really look forward to meeting even more new people. I have become weary of funny looks directed towards us when we turned up in public together. Our families did not make it any easier on us and despite our marriage having lasted for seven years I always suspected that they were expecting us to break up any day now. Twenty-first century and a big city did nothing for the small-mindedness and we both tried our best to ignore it, but sometimes it was just too insulting. A couple of hours later, my jaw started hurting from yawning, as I felt I was too tired to concentrate on anything but staying awake. I drank more than usual and satisfyingly noticed that I had managed to empty most of the Bailey's bottle by myself. Every few minutes the doorbell rang and more people that I didn't know came, stuffing the already overcrowded apartment even more. I got a few nods from men and women who walked past me, some pausing in front of the window that I had been standing by, looking out and admiring the view. A roar of yelling jerked me out of my thoughts in which I had escaped to keep myself amused and I realized that the long awaited friend had finally arrived. I couldn't be bothered to join in the festivities of his arrival, continuously staring out the window, wishing I were anywhere but here. I felt Mike's hand on my shoulder and was turned around against my will, still managing to smile and put on a façade of interest. Jahan was a handsome, tall guy with carefully maintained dreads, reaching to his mid back. He wore designer clothes and if I was to meet him on the street, I would probably do a double take. This time however, my eyes were only for a woman standing next to him. Her height was the first that I had noticed, having gotten used to the fact that most women were shorter than me. She was an attractive brunette with lively, hazel eyes and nice, sporty body. Dressed in plain jeans and denim shirt, she certainly didn't match her husband or most of the people in the room, who were all dressed as if going to a Christmas party, including me. I shook Jahan's hand but my eyes remained on the woman. She smiled at me and offered her own, carefully manicured hand in greeting. "I'm Brenda." She said simply and I stuttered my name as if it wasn't my own. She had straight, shoulder length hair with a reddish glow. She was not a beauty, but I cannot recall seeing a more interesting person than her in a long time. She looked at our husbands, who were now hugging and tapping each other on their backs, laughing and throwing loving insults at one another, talking about whose dreads looked more genuine and whose belly was bigger. Brenda rolled her eyes and grabbed me under the arm. "Come, let's go and find a drink. I've had a hard evening already." She said and I smiled, she must have read my mind. We sat on the couch, admiring the view and chitchatting, which to my great amazement seemed to come easily, even though this was the first time we have met. I kept looking at her face, finding it more and more fascinating. Her lips were full and her eyes big and round. She had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ears, showing off small ears, bejeweled with delicate, antique looking jade earrings. I liked everything about her, even the way she scratched her head when confronted with a question that needed a careful thought before answering. We discovered mutual love for books, she works for a New York publishing house, which I did some translations for, and she suggested that we have probably met before, just don't remember each other. "No," I said, shaking my head. "I would have remembered you. You're not the kind of person one forgets easily." She looked at me, her face serious, her eyes smiling. I cursed myself quietly for being so indiscreet. Before I got married, I fooled around with a couple of women, nothing serious, but I still thought about them sometimes. Brenda would certainly be a kind of a woman I would want to mess around with. Providing neither of us was married. I knew Mike wouldn't stand for it, and although I didn't know Jahan, I suspected he was the same. Did I just hit on my husband's friend's wife? Of course I did. Did she notice? By the looks of it, she did. And from what I could see, she didn't mind. I sighed in relief. "I'll take that as a compliment, Nikkie." She said and I nodded. "So, what's your real name?" she asked and I cringed. I never liked to be called by my given name, which was usually used by my parents when I did something wrong. "Nicola." I said. "But, please don't call me that." We giggled as if sharing a secret and she grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, sending shivers up and down my spine. I liked her more by the minute, and although I couldn't swear to it, I believed she liked me to. Not just as a conversationalist either. It has been a long time since I've been with anyone but my husband and I feared I had lost my touch. I was going to simply let it be. See what happens, as one might say. I was disappointed to see Mike approaching, fearing that the night had ended before I had enough time to talk to Brenda more. I loved chatting with her. She was funny and smart, with a sense of humor just as dry as mine, and goofiness much like my own. I had to admit that going home might have been a good idea, though. I had gotten fairly drunk. "Come on," said Mike, taking my hand. "We're all going to Excalibur." My heart jumped. More time with Brenda. "Great!" I said and looked at her. She had walked away, talking to her husband. In the confusion of about sixty people leaving the apartment, I had lost the sight of Brenda, which was quite disappointing. Despite the fact that we were in the center of downtown, getting cabs for everybody would take a while and I feared she would have found a different amusement by the time I made it to the club. We were lucky to be one of the first ones out of the building and managed to flag down the first cab passing by. We were about to enter it when Brenda came running. "Wait, wait!" she yelled and waved her arms. "Mike, go with Jahan. He's got a cab, too. I'll go with Nikkie." Mike was quite happy to join his old friend. I was certain there were many things they wanted to discuss out of their wives' earshot. I was exhilarated. I entered the cab first, Brenda following. I turned around and saw that Mike and Jahan caught the cab behind us. We pulled off and looked at Brenda smiling. I was happy to notice that she was smiling back at me. "Where to, ladies?" asked the cabbie. "Excalibur!" said Brenda. "And please, don't take the shortest way." The guy gave us a suspicious look in the mirror. "Seriously," nodded Brenda into the mirror. "Lose your way and I'll tip you good." The cab driver shrugged his shoulders and averted his gaze onto the street in front of him. I'm sure he had seen his fair share of weirdoes and odd requests. We turned the corner and I felt Brenda's hand on my thigh. "I like those boots." She said. Those were the same boots that Mike had been giving me grief over earlier in the evening. "You look like a hooker." He said, measuring me with his eyes, the boots reaching over the knees and almost touching the hem of the mini dress I was wearing. "Yeah," I replied. "But I'm your hooker!" I smiled back and he walked away, disgusted. I kept looking at Brenda's hand on my thigh; her fingers caressing me, touching the top of the boots and the bottom of the short dress. I found her staring into my eyes. "If I'm wrong, please tell me now." she whispered. I swallowed hard and shook my head. Brenda's fingers found their way up my thigh and she yelped in surprise. "Oh, you little tart!" she said when she touched the stocking suspenders realizing I was wearing garter belt. "Always prepared," I whispered hoarsely, grateful to my persistence in ignoring Mike's protests. He had called me the same, but with different words and in a harsh tone of voice. The meaning was quite different. "I want to kiss you," I continued and closed my eyes. All I wanted was to feel her soft lips on mine. "Later." She whispered in reply. "The guys' cab is behind us. We have to sit still." I nodded and gasped when I felt her fingers press against my panties. I opened my eyes and found the cabbie staring in the mirror, obviously aware of what was going on in the back of his vehicle. I hoped he wouldn't crash and opened my legs, allowing Brenda's fingers to slip under the edge of my panties, finding their way between my pussy lips and straight onto my clitty. Her touch felt like an electric shock making me shiver with pleasure. "Scoot down some." She said and I obeyed. We both slid on the seat, our heads still visible from the vehicle behind us, our hands free to roam. Brenda pressed her fingers on my clitty and in circling motions made me wet within seconds. She had the Midas touch and within a couple of minutes, I was ready to cum. To my great disappointment her hand left my clitty, only to slide down my pussy and I could feel her shoving her long fingers deep inside of me. I looked at her and found her grinning. "Not yet, Nik." She whispered. "Not yet." The cab swayed dangerously and we realized that the cabbie was watching us more than the road ahead. Brenda giggled and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I was certain this was not the first time he had seen anything like that in the back seat of his taxi, but it was the first time I had ever done heavy petting in the presence of a third party. I had to admit that it was a huge turn on, though. "Fuck, Brenda, I lost it now." I said out loud when I realized that the moment had passed and I wasn't going to cum. A second later I felt her fingers slipping out of me and returning to the sensitive bud they had so carefully massaged a little while ago, resuming the teasing, bringing me on the verge of orgasm, only to stop at the last moment and slip inside me again. A brutal sound of a car horn behind us startled all three of us, and I realized our cab was standing in front of the green light. "What are you looking at?" I snapped at the cabbie. He snickered and pulled off. I spread my legs even more, chancing a cramp but not caring. Brenda had made me feel really good, if only she would finish what she had started. To my great disappointment I realized we were just around the corner from the club that we were heading to. "Here we are." I said and pulled Brenda's hand out of my panties, pushing it away from me. I was pissed. I didn't want to see how much she paid the cabbie. He had a free show, that must have counted for something, but I didn't say anything. When I stepped out of the car, Mike and Jahan were already waiting for us. "Why didn't you tell him where to go?" asked Mike, obviously annoyed. "He took you for a ride." "Yeah, yeah." I said, my anger rising. I felt as if I had cotton wool stuffed in my panties, my pussy was swollen and twitching. I needed a drink. As soon as we entered the club the guys headed straight for the first bar they saw. I tried to follow, but was stopped by Brenda grabbing onto my arm. "Get some beer for us, too." She yelled at Jahan, failing to make herself heard. She just waved at him and pulled me after her. "Come on, Nik." She half whispered, half yelled in my ear and before I knew, I was dragged up the stairs to the second floor, following her reluctantly. When we reached the top of the stairs, she pointed towards the bathrooms and continued to drag me after her. As the door of the bathrooms slammed behind us, drowning the impossible noise of music and people shouting somewhat, another noise of giggling and girlie chitchatting hit us. The room was half-full; there were still a couple of stalls empty. If there was a line, I don't think we could have done what followed. Without a word Brenda grabbed my hand and led me to the very last stall by the wall. I saw some raised eyebrows and gazes following us, some amused, some disgusted. Again, I could have cared less. I'm sure most of the chicks in the bathrooms have seen the like before. We squeezed into the stall and I finally turned to her, nervous and expectant. "Brenda, we really shouldn't..." Before I managed to utter another word, she hugged me and finally I felt her soft lips on mine. She kissed me gently; sliding her tongue inside my mouth, at the same time I felt my dress being lifted and her fingers slipping inside my panties. She found the spot that had already had plenty of attention inside the cab and started rubbing it, never breaking her kiss. I moved my pelvis against her hand, vaguely hearing the comments and giggles from the outside. I can never manage to have sex quietly, but this time around I have achieved just that. I'm sure Brenda felt and heard my heavy breath against her ear, but the chicks on the other side of the door wouldn't. I was so close to cumming again and if she didn't realize that by the way my body reacted, she must have felt my strong squeeze on her arm. She kept her fingers on me, at the same time slipping down and to my great surprise kneeling. She pushed the hem of my dress into my hand and pulled down my panties. She bumped my booted feet apart and squeezed in between. I almost screamed when I felt her tongue replace the fingers. She wasn't messing around either. Her lips immediately sucked onto my clitty, pulling and massaging it in a steady rhythm, which slowly kept intensifying. I could feel the long awaited orgasm approaching and I gathered all my strength to remain standing up and not let out a yelp of pleasure, but rather just a loud gasp. I was beyond worrying what the women present in the same room were thinking, they certainly knew what was going on by now. I was still shivering when Brenda got off her knees, stood up and kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep inside my mouth, letting me taste my own juices on her lips. At the same time, she was unzipping her jeans and I noticed that her hands were trembling. What she had done to me had fired her up and she whispered in my ear: "Just touch me, Nik." She sat on the toilette as if she was about to pee and this time I knelt in front of her, reaching between her legs. I wanted to rub her clitty just as she had rubbed mine, but her hand pushed my fingers inside of her wet pussy, helping me find the most sensitive spot just a couple of inches from the entrance. "Push on it, Nik." She gasped. "I'm almost there." I could feel her shivering as she pulled my face towards hers and kissed me hard. At first I thought she had peed on my hand. It had taken me a few seconds to realize that she gushed and I regretted I had not seen it properly. I've never been a witness to a woman ejaculating and I could never do it, no matter how I tried. We froze in a moment; Brenda sitting on the toilette with her legs spread and I kneeling in front of her, our lips touching, our noses rubbing against each other. "We'd better go back." I whispered and she closed her eyes, nodding. Brenda stood up, dressed herself and helping me up, too. "I want to see you again, Nikkie." She said and my heart jumped. "Jahan is leaving tomorrow and I'm staying for a couple of days. I'm at the Drake Hotel." We embraced and I didn't feel like going back out, but knew we had to. We've already spent more than enough time away from the guys. Just as I turned around to open the door she grabbed my arm. "Yeah?" she asked, caressing my face. "Will you see me again?" "Of course." I said, excited and a little worried. I wanted to be with this woman no matter the danger or consequences. We ignored the mocking looks of the girls that we passed by. I didn't care what anybody thought. Brenda opened the door of the bathroom and we stepped into the club, instantly bombarded by the rhythm of music and raised voices of the clubbers. Dear Diary Ch. 05 Music: Pink [It's my new obsession] Mood: Quixotic August 18th, 2005 So I haven't been able to masturbate for a few days, I've been so busy with work... Three fucking jobs, I've never worked this much in my life. By the time I get home I'm so fucking exhausted I don't know what to do except write in my blog [sporadically, as you see] and then go to bed, only to wake up 4 hours later and go back to work. God dammit. I love this song, Steven Tyler's voice makes my nipples hard. I think it's his mouth, I can almost see his lips around one of my nipples when I close my eyes. I've often masturbated and thought about fucking him. I think about what it would be like to have him lift my legs up and put them on his shoulders and shove his cock in my ass. I wonder what his face would look like while he fucked me, those big sexy lips contorting into all kinds of shapes as his dick slid in and out of me. I wonder what his smile would look like and how much he would smile from hearing me scream. I wonder about the fucking he could give me. He's so fucking sexy... I just want to get away from the computer and go lay in my bed. Actually no, I want to take a shower, and wash with my sponge, it feels so good when it's covered with soap and I wash my pussy. The light friction of the material on my clit feels so good, like one of those little vibrating mitts that chicks use to masturbate. I saw one that was lime green and had soft numbs on the underside. It was supposedly for 'massages' but we all know how that works. I want to wash with my sponge and then mix some baby oil in my hands with some body wash and use my hands to wash a second time. I love to shower and just use my hands to rub between my pussy lips and clean my ass. I love running my fingers up and down the crack of my ass, and I usually spend a few extra minutes playing with my asshole, running my fingernails around that thin, sensitive skin down there. Normally when I shower and use only my hands, I spend a lot of time rubbing my breasts as well, it's gotten to the point that my nipples are hard all day long, regardless of stimuli. My dreams are incredibly sexual as well, I'm dreaming about fucking random strangers I've met in clubs, groceries and even, parks. I can't remember the last time I actually masturbated in the bathtub, but I used to love to do it. I'd lie on my back and put my legs up, with my thighs touching the front of the tub, one leg on each side of the spigot. I love to lay there and spread my legs as far apart as I can and use the fingers of one of my hands to spread my cunt lips apart and let the warm water beat down on my clit. My other hand is usually covered with soap and I alternate between rubbing one of my nipples and spreading my pussy lips even farter apart. I usually put the plug in the drain so that while I'm masturbating, the bathtub will fill up with water slowly. I love making it take a longer while so that by the time I cum, I'm almost completely under water except for my legs and the tips of my breasts. I love pulling my pussy lips as far apart as I can in the water, though it gets mighty slippery in there, but I still keep trying. HA! I think tonight I'll do it and think about someone with a big sexy mouth, sucking on my nipples and finger fucking my pussy. I do love to raise my hips and let the water hit the opening of my pussy. I'm sure I'll think of some sexy bastard fucking the hell out of me, making me scream and claw his back while his big cock stretches my kitty as wide as it can go. I want it to be a little painful, to make up for the time I haven't gotten any dick. I want it to be hard and fast, to give me that hot sexual workout that I'm needing so badly right now. I want him to rest his hand on my neck and stare into my eyes while he rocks that cock in and out of me. I want him to reach up and grab one of my boobs as hard as he can, twisting it and pulling it, while that dick pistons in and out of me. I want to hear him talk dirty to me, to call me his cock whore and his cum slut, to let me know that he's going to keep giving it to me until I can hardly breathe. I want to get fucked until I see stars. I want to get fucked until I pass out. I need to get fucked. Until I pass out. God damn it, I need it. Dear Diary Ch. 05 Author's Note: This story contains consensual M/F sex where the female is a virgin. ------------------------------------ Dear Diary, I'm no longer a virgin!!! It was so much better than I ever expected it to be. The night started out like any other, going to dinner and bowling! But... I don't know. I was feeling giddy or something, and the entire night the idea that we might have sex was definitely turning over and over in my head... I knew I wanted to, but I didn't really know how to go about doing it. I was definitely feeling sexy, I had on the cutest underwear underneath my shorts and shirt! Lacy and black and just sexy. Plus, the way that Luke looks at me always makes me feel sexy anyway! Afterwards, we went back to my room to watch a movie, and Dru was just on her way out... and she said not to expect her back that night! I think she was going out with Blake again. Anyway, as soon as she said it I knew that I REALLY wanted to have sex, especially because Luke could totally sleep over afterwards and we'd be totally alone! I didn't want anyone walking in my first time, that was for sure. So Dru left and we started watching the movie, and of course that led to making out. And kissing led to him feeling me up, and somehow we inched further and further down the bed until we were both naked and he was on top of me. Then he started kissing my breasts and my stomach, and working his way down in between my legs. And when he started eating me out, it was like electricity running through my entire body!! Then, I don't know what happened, it's like I couldn't help myself and I just said, "Fuck me." I didn't even mean to say it like that, I mean, I'm NOT a slut or anything, but I was just so lost in the pleasure or something and the words just came out! And Luke looks up at me and says "Really?" And I said, "Yes..." although a lot more demurely. So he slides back up and kisses me, really hard and passionately, and I could feel his dick nudging against my pussy. I wanted so bad for him to just slide it up into me... but he just kept kissing me and massaging my breasts... I kept humping my hips upwards so I could feel his dick head sliding between my pussy lips. It made him gasp, and I knew that I was getting to him too and that REALLY excited me. Eventually, he pulled off of me and pulled out a condom. I was shivering with excitement, watching him put it on. Then he was back on top of me, kissing me even harder, and he reached one hand down in between our legs and I could feel him moving his dick around so that it was right at the entrance of my pussy. When he started to push in, I gasped... clutching at his neck. It just felt so strange, it didn't hurt like I expected it to... more like a steady pressure, or stretching. Like when you stretch a muscle that you didn't even know you had and it feels SO good. It was NOTHING like the vibrator... so much softer and yet so firm, wider... I moaned as he pressed deeper. Definitely longer. And with the heavy weight of HIM on top of me, which made it all so different. He asked me if it hurt, and all I could do was shake my head no. It was like I could even form coherent thoughts much less words. I guess I didn't have a hymen, I didn't feel anything break... and then his groin was pressed up against mine and I realized that he was all the way inside me. Just the thought of it made me shudder with pleasure - and then he started thrusting. In some ways that almost hurt, just because it was so much more forceful than I'm used to, I felt so small and helpless beneath him, but so turned on by that at the same time! He was like this hard force above me, driving into me, opening me up, and I just spread my legs wider and held him tighter. I started driving my hips up to meet him, and he would hold my lower body down with his body and then rub his groin against my clit. It made me writhe with pleasure... and I think he liked that a lot. He put his hands under my head and lifted it up for a really deep kiss while he kept moving in and out of my body. Thanks to the lube on the condom it was really slick and easy, although I was so wet that I think it would have been anyway. I wrapped my legs around his body, trying to use them to push him into me... he kept teasing me by keeping just the head of his dick in and then suddenly plunging all the way into me. It hurt in the most wonderful way possible. Luke took everything nice and slow, making sure to build up my pleasure rather than just concentrating on his own. I could tell because he was always looking at me for my reaction... not that I was thinking about it too much at the time, I was totally lost in all the incredible sensations. He hooked one arm under my leg, keeping my knee in the crook of his elbow, and he started really pounding me hard. I practically screamed it felt so good, and it was the most incredible orgasm in the world. So much more powerful than any of the ones that I had ever managed to give myself, and all I could do was hold onto his shoulders... Then, since I was cumming, he started going all out, getting himself off and that just made my orgasm even MORE intense! I ended up having to reach up above my head and hold onto the bars there. I could tell when he started cumming, because he suddenly lunged all the way into me and then stopped, holding so tight it took my breath away. My pussy was still humming and I could feel something different happening, although I'm not sure what. Then he collapsed on top of me. We just lay there for a little bit, although not too long. Didn't want to leave the condom inside me for too long. Even though I'm on the pill, I didn't want to take any chances and I don't think he did either! Then we cuddled and snuggled... and eventually had sex again. It actually hurt more the second time, because I was kinda sore from the first, but that went away REALLY fast. This time we switched positions and he let me be on top! I think he liked watching me bounce up and down on top of him... although I was a mean little tease! Sliding up and down VERY slowly. By the end, he grabbed me and rolled us over and just fucked me hard. It was incredible. All of it. Dear Diary, Oh my god it hurt when I went to the bathroom this morning! Just soooo raw and chafed. I'm really really sore... But still really really horny! It's like, I had a taste of sex and now I want MORE MORE MORE! Dear Diary, I think I might be a nympho. Even though my pussy is soooo sore, I can't stop! It's probably a good thing that we couldn't get together yesterday. But he's coming over tonight! And I'm going to JUMP him! Dear Diary Ch. 05 Nov. 19 Michael is gone, he left last night and I don't know if he will ever be back. He left after Mary went down on him...made him come inside her mouth for god's sake! I'm so mad at her. She set it up to get into our bed and give her father...my husband oral sex! I'm so fucking mad. She looked shocked at the result, him leaving and all. Mike thought I might have set it up, and to be honest I can see how he thought that with me not telling him about the whole thing to begin with. I'm very sad as I write this. And Marie will be here in a couple days, Friday probably, just two days! How do I tell her about her siblings, or her father! I can imagine how she will take it. I wonder if she won't get back in her car and head back to school...to sanity. Even if she stays she will not feel comfortable, nor do I think she should. I didn't talk to the kids as they left for school this morning; they knew I was upset with them. My world is so upside down right now, with each day it gets worse. It feels like I've lost my kids, my husband...everything! At the moment I'm hoping Mike will call, maybe we can talk it over. Just to talk period would be nice, even if not about what had happened. But it will probably be a few days before he does I'd imagine. Oh my god, I feel like I'm falling...never going to stop. * Susan's day was a blur and she could hardly remember what she did with it all. She felt like an automation, running through her paces, doing the same daily chores. She hardly knew the time, nor cared. When the kids got home, she greeted them without feeling. She did notice they recognized that she wasn't feeling well, but she shrugged off their questions and concerns, though she did accept their embraces and even started softly crying when they did. But her pain bothered them and they left her alone mostly, because they knew they were the cause for the most part. Later it hardly surprised her when she went past Genie's room to hear them having sex, she had expected it sooner or later. What she didn't expect was she didn't feel any real excitement rise in herself from listening, and left the door shortly after, feeling again like crying, though why she wasn't sure...if from them resuming so quickly, or from her being able to get a thrill from it. She made it back to the kitchen and woodenly made supper, though she wasn't hungry herself. But she did perk up when Michael called; Genie answered it and gave her the phone, and Susan took it to her bedroom to talk as she sat on the bed. He told her where he was staying and the phone number there, though he did ask that none of them try and visit him unless they asked him first. That hurt Susan and she told him that and she started crying over the phone. He tried to console her, but remained standoffish to her. She soon got herself under control, fearing he would hang up if she didn't. She then asked him if he was going to come back home when Marie came home Friday. That shocked him; he had forgotten it with everything that had happened that she was coming home. But he told her no, but he would think of what he would do later. She then reminded him that next Thursday was Thanksgiving, the reason why their daughter was home and would he be home by then and he replied he couldn't say if he would be. She started crying again at that. Again he tried to get her to stop, though when she didn't, he just told her he was sorry and hung up, which caused her to cry even harder. After that Susan didn't have the energy to even get up and just lay down on her bed, letting sleep take her. Nov. 21 Well Marie is supposed to be here later today. She'll probably call when she gets closer to let us know when she will be here, probably late. For the first time in two days I'm feeling myself with Marie coming. I'm dreading telling her about this whole mess, but I'm still glad she will be here. I talked to Michael again yesterday, and again asked him about coming home for Marie, but he said no. In fact he asked me to tell her where he was so she could see him. I cried again at that, but at least he didn't hang up this time. I asked him if he wanted a divorce, and he said that at least for now he just needed away from the house, that he wasn't thinking a divorce...that made me feel better. I asked him if he still loved me, and he hesitated, but said yes, but he wasn't sure if he trusted me. I didn't argue the point, maybe he's right, but I told him I was sorry about everything and that I missed him badly. I'm not sure but maybe we might make it...unless something else happens...I'm crossing my fingers on that one. It was after supper when Marie called, and Susan picked up quickly expecting it. The kids were off in Peter's room, as far as Susan knew. Marie told her she would be home close to midnight, and that she didn't need to sit up, that she still had her house key. Susan told her jokingly to shut up, that of course she was sitting up for her. Susan felt almost giddy talking to her and knowing she was almost there. But Marie had to go, and get back on the road to get there by midnight. Susan hung up the phone still smiling. But then it faded as she started back to talk to the others. She stopped at her sons door and listened for a minute, hearing only soft, barely audible sounds and she caught herself thinking either they had finished or were just starting again after they had come back in here after supper. She didn't bother about knocking before opening the door, it didn't matter to them...they didn't bother covering up their nudity to her. She saw Peter resting on the pillows, with Mary beside him, both panting softly, obviously taking a break. But Genie was obviously not quite finished, she was near crotch level to both of the others and casually alternating licking on both her siblings. She stood there a few seconds taking in the visual sight before Peter and Mary noticed her. "Hey mommy." Mary purred out as her sister was then nosing her pubic hair and gently fingering her pussy lips. Genie looked up at her at her sister's greeting. "Hi mom!" Genie said, flashing her a smile, her mouth still wet from her sister's pussy. Susan couldn't help herself but grin and chuckle at their appearance. "You here to join us?" Genie asked playfully as she looked at her mother, and Susan just shook her head. "No, I'm not Genie, but it's about what you're doing that I'm here. Listen Marie will be here in a few hours, probably before midnight. I don't know if you were gong to sit up for her, seeing how it's Friday night, but if you do please for tonight no sex...after she gets here. And if you would refrain until I tell her, which I plan on doing that later tomorrow, probably later in the afternoon or evening. Too give her some time to see you guys as you were, maybe not as you are." She told them, looking at them. "Mommy, that's being melodramatic." Mary suggested to her. "Maybe, but it'll be bad enough to have to tell her tonight that her father has moved out for awhile...which I will have to do tonight. She'll notice he didn't sit up for her as well, which he would if he hadn't left. So I want her to have a few hours to see you before she finds out about your new hobbies." She said, pointedly looking at them and did notice even Mary looked a bit ashamed; at least her face was flushed. Susan saw her nod her head. "Ok mommy, we wont till after you tell her." Mary agreed sheepishly, and the others nodded in agreement. Susan smiled then. "Ok good, and thank you." Susan told them and then hesitating, turned and started out of the room. "Mommy are you sure you won't join us, we...we really would like you too. Especially before Marie gets here." Mary asked her shyly, knowing her mothers attitude. Susan turned and looked at her, at them and she started to speak, then shut her mouth. "I can't Mary, I really...really shouldn't. I'm not going to lie to you at times I have thought about it, and it does...excite me, thinking about it...seeing you three at it. But I can't do that to Michael, it feels like cheating...it is cheating! What Peter and you did that one time, well...I didn't really consent, though I know I could have stopped it. Maybe I'm just kidding myself thinking it's a grey area, but if I give in it will be cheating, no doubt about it. So...no, I can't" Susan told them and walked out of the room before they could say another word. She was almost to the kitchen when Mary caught up to her, having almost run from the room. Susan let her grab her arm and she stopped and looked at her still naked daughter. "Mommy, I just wanted to tell you, I've done some really stupid things these past few weeks and I know you are mad at me...maybe even hate me, but I just wanted you to know I love you and I was sorry I hurt you, especially about daddy! I'm very sorry about that." Mary told her, tears running down her cheeks. She then hugged her mother hard, burying her head into her mother shoulder. "I'm so sorry." She mumbled into her mother's shirt. Susan embraced her daughter back, smiling as she held her. "I was very mad at you, furious really, but I never hated you. I know that you are just a small bundle of raging hormones and stubbornness. And since part of you is from me I can't blame anyone but myself for what you are. Like I said, I was always tempted, I just figured as your mother and your father's wife it would be wrong for me to give in to my temptations. No matter how smart, beautiful or fucking sexy they were." Susan told her daughter, and Mary pulled away from her mother in surprise, knowing she was referring to her. She gave her mother a huge smile and quickly leaned up and kissed her. And Susan surprised her further by opening her mouth and accepting her passionate kiss; their tongues intertwined for half a minute before Mary had to breathe and broke the kiss. "My god mommy that was the most wonderful and hottest thing anyone has ever told me." Mary looked at her, panting and flush with excitement. Susan looked back at her and smiled, running her hand along her daughter's cheek and over her mouth. "And that was a very hot kiss, but that is all I can give you or the others. Do you understand?" Susan told her daughter, and Mary's smile faded a bit as she nodded. "I understand mom, but I hope you won't be mad if I still try sometimes." Mary said playfully as Susan felt her daughters hand drift down to playfully squeeze her ass cheeks. Susan laughed as she stepped back, breaking the contact. "Go on Mary, enjoy the night until your sister gets here. I don't suppose I could persuade you three too...never mind." Susan started to ask her daughter, but stopped, knowing the effort was futile and Mary knew what she was going to ask. "We promised we would keep it to ourselves mom." Mary told her, then turning, walked back to her brother's room. Susan stood there for a minute, trying to understand how her daughter could be so sweet and loving one minute and so damn manipulative the next. She just shook her head, knowing she probably would never figure that out as she walked back to the living room to wait up for her daughter. Nov. 22 Marie got in a little after midnight last night. I was asleep on the couch when she opened the door. We both cried when she woke me up when she came inside, as we hugged. I helped her get her bags in and placed them in her old room. The others were still up as well...thank god they had separated and gone to their own rooms. I told her about her father being in a hotel after she noticed him not there to welcome her. I told her he and I had an argument, which was kind of true. I'll tell her the truth a bit later today, as well as give her the hotel info when she wants to see him. Even with that, it's still good to have her here, though I'm dreading the news about her brother and sisters. How do you tell a girl her siblings are fucking? "What do you mean, they are having sex?" Marie asked her mother after Susan started to try and explain the current state of the household. They were in Susan's bedroom so they would have privacy. "I knew Peter was already having sex, he had a girl friend for two years." Marie said as she looked at her. Susan shook her head at her. "That's not what I meant Marie. I meant what I said; your brother and sisters are having sex...together. With each other, not with others. Do you understand?" Susan told her evenly. Marie looked at her crazily, and then shook her head. "This is a joke right mom?" Marie asked her, and when Susan shook her head it wasn't Marie just gaped at her. "Mom...how can they be having sex together?" Marie asked her dumbfounded. "Welcome to my world Marie. But actually it's the same as with everyone else." Susan told her as she saw her daughter trying to comprehend what was happening. "How did they...when did this start?" Marie asked in confusion. "Right after school started back this year. I'm not sure about the complete details as I've tried to not get too involved." Susan told her and Marie looked at her incredibly. "Mom, didn't you try and stop them?" Marie asked her dumbfounded. Susan gave her a hurt look. "Marie...god yes, but everything I said or did, they ignored. Even your father couldn't think of much more then what I did, after he found out." She told her. "So dad does know?" Marie asked her and Susan told her about how he found out, what happened and even what happened to make him leave. "Mom! Mary gave daddy a blowjob?" Marie asked her incredulously. "Yes, she did and your father left because he wasn't sure if I had something to do with it." She told her daughter and Marie looked hard at her. "Did you?" Marie asked her, and Susan shook her head. "Marie, no, of course not. I told Mary that if she had an idea that was helpful to tell me or try it out, but I never thought she would do that. But your father didn't feel safe in the house, so at least for now, he's staying at that hotel." Susan told her, feeling horrible having to tell her this. Marie stood up and walked for a minute. "So they have full blown sex...intercourse and..." Marie asked, trying to still get a handle on the idea. "Yes, everything, and I do mean everything, believe me they usually leave the doors open when they do." Susan told her so she would understand. "They leave the doors open when they fuc...when they do it?" Marie asked her then looked at her. "Do you watch?" She asked in a curious tone of voice. "Watch? No, of course...well for a bit a few times but, I didn't watch like it's a show." Susan told her, wanting to be honest with her, but seeing how too much honest didn't look good. Marie looked at her oddly. "But you have actually seen them...umm...?" Marie tried to ask her and began blushing. Susan actually smiled at her daughter. "Yes, I have seen them having intercourse and oral sex if that's what your asking? I've asked them to close the doors, but they often don't and I have to rush past." She explained to her daughter. "You mean I'll have to put up with seeing them when I walk to my room?" Marie asked her, shocked at the thought. "No! No, I did get them to at least promise to keep the doors closed if they, well...do anything. I asked them to refrain totally while you were here but they wouldn't, especially Mary, she's more or less the leader of them." Susan told her oldest daughter and Marie couldn't believe it. "Oh my god, little Mary is the ring leader, are you serious mom? She was always...always..." Marie said, trying to find the words. "Cute, witty, and little, but also sneaky and way too smart for her own good, with far too much stubbornness for her age." Susan told her as she shrugged. "Mom, there isn't anything you or dad can do to get them to stop? They shouldn't be doing those things." Marie comment to her mother, and Susan nodded at her. "Well your father wants to ship Peter off somewhere or such, but the girls would still go at it. You have to separate all three I'd imagine to get them to stop and I told your father I'm not letting that happen." Susan confided in her. "So they just go on having sex?" Marie asked her softly as she looked at her mother. "I guess so, at least until someone comes up with a way to get them to stop, without defeating the purpose of them being family that is. I won't have them locked up, in a padded cell or banished, even if they are having sex." Susan spoke her mind to her and Marie just nodded. "I understand, it's hard to get people to stop things that they want to do, it's just so...so weird thinking about my sisters and brother...doing that together." Marie said to her. She looked hard at her mother and down at the floor, then after a second back to her mother and Susan could tell something was on her mind. "What Marie?" She asked her daughter and Marie gave her a nervous laugh. "Did you ever...you know, get excited when you saw them?" Marie asked her, her face blushing a deep crimson. Susan gasped at her daughter. "That's a hell of a question Marie?" Susan scolded her daughter. "So no?" Marie asked her candidly, asking because she read something from her mothers talking. Susan gave her a solid stare, then Marie saw her eyes drift down ward...she could always tell when her mother was fibbing to her. "You have haven't you?" Marie asked her, staring hard at her mother. It was Susan's turn to blush. "Yes. Yes I get excited almost every time I see them. You don't think me sick do you Marie? I can't handle anymore judging right now, seriously." She said, hoping Marie wasn't upset with her. Marie laughed softly. "No mom, something told me you were holding out info on me though. No I don't think you're sick, I think most people would get aroused...even if it was later when they had a time to think about it?" Marie told her, and then looked at her again. "Did you ever do anything about being excited?" Marie asked her with a grin. "Marie! You are evil!" Susan told her, but almost immediately smiled, then nodded at her daughter. "You shouldn't be asking me that...but, yes. Most of the times I saw them, either that or I'd give it to your father when he got home." Susan told her with a grin and Marie laughed. "I bet. So why did he leave?" Marie asked her again. "I told you honey, because of what Mary did and what he thought I had done." Susan told her; confused that she had to repeat it to her daughter. "Why do you ask?" Susan asked back at her daughter. "Ah nothing, I was just thinking about something is all." Marie said, standing up from her mother's bed. "So you're ok with all of this, I was worried you would freak out." Susan asked her, concern on her face. Marie shrugged at her. "Ok in what context, its weird thinking about it, but I don't blame you if that's what you was wondering." Marie said as she looked at her mother Susan looked at her and had a pained look on her face. "What is it mom?" she asked her mother, kneeling in front of her and trying to look at her face, seeing that she was crying softly. "Mom, what's wrong?" she asked her again. "I probably shouldn't do this, but I want to tell you everything, I...I didn't tell you the whole truth." Susan confided in her and started to tell her everything. About Peter's rubbing and how the girls would watch them, how that after a few weeks she grew to partly enjoy it. She had to pause for a minute, but her daughter was silent, waiting for her to finish. She then tried her best to tell Marie about what Peter and Mary had done to her at the sink and how that winded up. "Oh my god mom, he came inside you?" Marie asked her; unable to believe what she was hearing. Her mother nodded. "And Mary had helped him push it into me, and she rubbed me as he was inside me." Susan told her in shame, unable to look at her daughter. Marie looked at her in some disgust. Dear Diary Ch. 05 "The curves of your lips rewrite history." Oscar Wilde Bangover: (noun) the fun happy mood created from the physical aftereffects of too much sexual intercourse and lack of sleep. Dear Diary, I love experiencing firsts, don't you? There is nothing like the first time you experience multiple orgasms, double penetration, or even enjoying an orgasm from anal sex. On Monday, I had my first bangover. Monday was really nothing special minus waking up from an extremely vivid sexual fantasy. Breathing hard, I sat up in bed trying to collect my thoughts and calm my aroused body. Glancing over at the clock, I realized it was way too early to text my master for relief. I decided to get up to make coffee and breakfast and kill some time. Leisurely, I showered and relaxed in my room wishing he was awake and here. I decided to watch porn to take care of my lust. Flicking through the selections, I settled on a video that starred Skin Diamond and Prince Yahshua. Lying on my stomach, I began to rub my clit in response to the hot, intense scene between the two of them. About 15 minutes into the scene when Prince started fucking Skin anally, I stopped rubbing my clit. I removed my hand and sighed loudly, reaching for the remote and hitting pause. Grabbing my phone, I quickly texted the following: "I need you to fuck me...need fucking and pain today. I'm desperate, lusty, and dripping wet...HELP ME!" Throwing my phone back onto the bed, I laid back down on the comforter. After about 15 minutes and no response, I pushed up off the bed and went to the vanity. In my toy drawer I have various sizes and shapes of butt plugs. Seizing the biggest one, I pick up the bottle of lube and apply some to the plug as well as my anus. Bending over on the bed, I insert the plug with very little effort. I wash my hands and then press play on the video. With in minutes I come twice, but feel on edge and restless. I reach for the nipple clamps and place them on my nipples, hoping the pain will help satisfy my needs, my wants. Easily, I come two more times, but still feel like something is missing. Annoyed, I grabbed my phone and text him the question, "Why won't you help me?" Waiting on his response, I think back to an earlier conversation with him about my behaviors three years ago. "You are just used to being in control," he said with a laugh. "You like having things your way and you get angry when they don't." "So?" I responded, annoyed. "Why does it matter? Why does it matter who is in control? You are here now." Climbing on top of me, he pushed my arms above my head and moved his head close to mine. "You can't always have what you want," he intoned, kissing me briefly. "No matter how relentless or insistent, you can't always get your way." He stops talking to kiss me hard and rub against my eager, wet pussy. Shaking my head, I return to the present and glance at my phone. Silence. I decided to try honesty combined with relentless texting. No response. Eventually, I give up. I look at the clock and realize the morning is almost over. I remove the toys to shower again and decide it is a sweatpants and sweatshirt day on the couch to make the most of my day off. Surfing the net, I found a sexy picture of a curvaceous woman in thigh high boots and undies straddling a man fully clothed. My breath caught. The picture reminded me of my dream this morning. I emailed him the picture, entitling it my brain and attached this message. I wanted you to watch me on my bed while I touched my clit, pleasing myself. Maybe even have you stand over me, fucking my mouth as I get off in front of you. I miss you. I need you. Why is honesty such a bad thing between us now? I miss the way you taste, the way you cum, your dirty mind and dirty talk, and your magic fingers arousing my body. I miss seduction. I think about pushing you down on my couch and sitting on your lap, grinding against you, amping up the desire. I think about reading my new story to you...trying to get advice, trying to get you to want me in all the ways you take me. I woke up this morning early...needing your domination, writhing in painful lust... I sent the email and began to watch television. Lost in a marathon of "Good Wife" episodes, I was startled when my phone chirped. My master responded, "Your brain? Is a butt plug inserted?" Peevishly, I texted back, "I had one in this morning when I was horny. It takes time for me to "prep" myself for the big plug." "No butt plug," he texted back, "Just get ready, I will watch u as you mentioned earlier." Jumping off the couch, I sprinted back to prepare for his visit. I quickly texted I needed 15 minutes. I began my ritual for preparing for sex, cleaning up hurriedly in between tasks. When I realized I had six minutes left, I decided to lie down on my bed to write the ending of a story while waiting. I had just finished the ending when I heard him enter my home. Not moving from my posture on the bed, I continued to proofread my words, widening my legs so that he could have a good view of me from the back. "What are you doing?" he asked casually from my bedroom door. "Writing," I replied just as casually. "You are supposed to be masturbating," he tossed back, still in the doorway. "Maybe I need help," I snidely replied, closing my laptop and placing it on the floor. I reached for the remote and turned on the television. "Let's see what you are watching now," he said and took the remote from me. "You love your Skin Diamond videos, don't you?" "You like her too," I said petulantly. This was not going the way I had expected. Still fully clothed in my bedroom, he stood and behaved as if he didn't plan on staying long. Not acceptable. He sat down on the edge of my bed and perused the videos. Sitting up, I tried to wrap my body around him. "Nope," he stated and moved off the bed. "I'm waiting." Beyond irritated, I flopped on the bed and reached for the remote. He moved it out of my reach. He sat down away from me and looked through the choices, periodically asking me questions or what I thought. Completely piqued, I grabbed my laptop and began surfing the web. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him undressing and placing his clothes on the chair. Smiling to myself, I pretended to ignore him while enjoying this moment to perv without him knowing. Turning back to my laptop and ignoring the television, I felt him climb on top of me, his naked skin warm against my scantily clothed body. He calmly asked me questions while rubbing his hard cock up and down my ass crack. I tried to answer his questions, pausing when the sensation became too much to bear or when he rubbed his hard cock against my asshole. Feeling tremors run through my body, I closed my laptop and pushed it to the floor, breathing hard as he teased my body with his hips. "I didn't tell you to close it, did I?" he rasped into my ear. "Did you get permission to close your laptop?" He ended his questions by gently pushing against my asshole. Overwhelmed, I stayed quiet. I felt my body began to shiver and gently shake from the sensations of him teasing my sensitive asshole. Suddenly, he pulls my hips up to enter me from behind in one violent thrust. As I scream from pleasure, I hear him exclaim, "Fuck you're wet!" Then, he grabbed my hips and began fucking me hard and deep. Sobbing, I felt my pussy clench around his dick. Usually, we would engage in foreplay with one another before we ever got around to penetration. This time, it was hot and naughty fucking from the start. He used my teddy to hold me into place while he fucked me into incoherence. My fingers grabbed handfuls of comforter as an anchor to his unrelenting fucking. "Do you like it when I fuck you?" he asked in-between thrusts. Shuddering, I didn't respond, feeling orgasm one hitting me hard and fast. Withdrawing from my wet pussy, he moved in front of me and pushed me back onto the bed. He climbed up my body and pushed against my lips. Straddling my head, he fucked my mouth, groaning as I moved my head, lips, and tongue eagerly around his cock. He pulled out of my mouth to rub my clit again, not stopping until I convulsed from orgasm number two. While I was trying to catch my breath, he commanded, "Turn over." Once I complied, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down to the foot of the bed. "Stand up," he told me. As I stood up, he pushed me face down on the bed and began to rub my clit again. "Do you know how much I love it when you are dripping wet?" he asked. "I want you to squirt all over my hand...now!" Obeying, I complied, feeling like a lump of quivering muscle. My thoughts and will faded, as I became nothing but his fuck toy, wanting nothing more than to please and obey... I crawled onto the bed and collapsed. "Turn over," he stated. I removed the now drenched teddy and threw it on the floor. He climbed on top of me to push my hands over my head. When he bracketed my wrists, he sucked and bit my nipples as I writhed and screamed beneath him, reaching orgasm number four. Letting go of me, he laid down next to me on the bed. Attacking him, I straddled him so that I could rub my wet pussy against his hard dick. As I rubbed against him, I leaned down to kiss him hard, breaking the kiss occasionally to bite and tease his nipples. He grabs my hips and begins to spank my ass cheeks hard. I begin to gasp, my body quivering and tense as he administers the spanking, each smack becoming harder than the previous smack. Orgasms five and six come one after the other, with me gasping for air at the conclusion of the seventh. Eventually, I move down his body and take him deep into my mouth. I deep throat him, wanting to take all of him anywhere and everywhere. While he's in my mouth, I reach for the drawer in which I keep my toys. I reach the toy I want and pull it out, ready to use it on my master. I take him out of my mouth to lick the sides of his cock before putting it all back into my mouth. As I lick down the base of his cock, I begin to rub the vibrating bullet against his asshole. I don't penetrate him, but I let him feel the vibrations of the bullet against his ass, fully aware of how good the bullet feels against the opening of your ass. He reaches for me and flips me over on my back, teasing my clit with his fingers again while he kisses me hard. Orgasm seven comes quickly and quietly. Pulling my legs up on his shoulder, he gazes down at me. "I love watching the way you respond to me fucking you," he states, widening my legs on his shoulders. Staring up at him, I wonder how I existed before I met him. Riding the endorphins from the seven orgasms he gave me, I stared back up at him, issuing a challenge. "Fuck me hard, master...Derrick...fuck me now." As I laughed from my challenge, he slid into me inch by inch, drawing out the pleasure for both of us. The more he fucked me, the more I screamed. I felt my pussy clamp down hard on him triggering multiple orgasms. My throat burned, my pussy spasmed, my body arched and shook beneath his demanding thrusts. Sweating, we both clung together, a tangled mess of lips, tongues, hands, gasps, and moans. With a hard thrust, he comes inside me and collapses on top of me. Exhausted, I embrace him to me, too tired to move or speak. As he prepares to leave, he tries talking to me, but I answer in monosyllables, my brain unable to think complex thoughts. I stagger to the door to see him to his car and collapse into a chair in the living room. Stunned, I looked around as if seeing the world for the first time. It didn't take me long to realize I needed to go to bed. I stumbled back to the bedroom laughing softly at the disaster that greeted my eyes. Amused at the mess and the room reeking of sex, I climbed into bed. Exhausted, I passed out for 9 hours. The next morning, I was exhausted and physically sore, but felt like I had just won the lottery. I prepared for work and had a smile on my face for the rest of the day. When work became stressful, I would touch my swollen lips or shift in my chair so I could feel my sore bottom, erasing the stress of the moment and reminding me of the previous night's pleasures. Coming home, I realized I had my first bangover moment. The rest of the evening passed by quickly and I was eager to go to bed and relive that amazing night! Until next time, HSS Dear Diary Ch. 05 We joined the guys at the small table by the bar and as I sat down next to Mike he put his arm around my shoulders. I noticed Jahan did the same. I also noticed Brenda's long and meaningful look, holding my gaze steadily. I have just come closer to the love at first sight than ever before. Dear Diary Ch. 06 * June 23 * Hello again, Dear diary. I'll try to finish telling about the sleepover tonight. There's still a lot to tell! I fell asleep in the bra and panties i wore away from the party, and woke up around 3am with a killer headache. I gathered up my stuff and padded quietly to the upstairs bathroom, down the hall from my bedroom, and took a quick shower, coming out dressed in a nightshirt with a towel around my neck. I climbed quietly down the stairs, carefully not looking at the various bodies sprawled sleeping on the living room floor in whatever states of undress or intertwinings they had fallen asleep in. I was in the kitchen, about to turn on the faucet to get some water to take my aspirin with when i heard some noises coming from the laundry room. A small voice in the back of my head, that i've come to believe must be the voice of whatever innocence i possess, said "Kelli, go to bed. Just walk away. Right now." Unfortunately for that voice, i was already moving towards the door to the laundry room. The laundry room is fairly large, with a washbasin, a washer, a dryer, and a separate storage room on the far side of it. No light was spilling out of the not quite closed doorway as i got next to it. The sounds were still there, kind of a creaking noise, as i pushed the door a little further open, as slowly as i could. Finally, by wedging my body into the crack and lying on the floor, i was able to get some kind of view of what was going on. The first thing i saw was the top of Shaun's head. He was lying on his back on the floor, his eyes closed tight, back arching in time with the motion of his lower body. I could only see down to his gorgeous stomach muscles, by way of his heaving chest. His forehead was damp with sweat. I wriggled forward a little more. The strange angle of the room meant that i saw another guy next. I knew he couldn't be Shaun's partner, because he was too far away, which meant there was at least one other person in the room, if not two. It was Mike. He was sweating and groaning too, and obviously moving his lower body as well. I could see the both of them, all skin, obviously aroused, and it was turning me on big time. I could feel the cold floor through my shirt against my hard nipples as i wriggled further, pushing the door open a little more, until my whole head could fit. I thought about it for a few seconds, and figured that it was probably Stacia with Mike, and Marie with Shaun. Marie was kind of kinky, as i'd learned in the closet (and you're not? - shut up, stupid innocent voice!) and i could see her getting into watching the other couple as she and Shaun finished what we'd started in the closet. Why Stacia would do it i couldn't figure, but Mike was a guy, and i'm pretty sure he'd be into the group thing, too. His kiss during the contest may have been enough to persuade Stacia. So as i looked, i expected Stacia and Marie. What i got was entirely different. I stuck my head around the door far enough to see the whole picture. I had pretty much guessed that Shaun had a woman on top of him from the way he was thrusting. I was half right. It was a woman, but she wasn't on top of him. Well, she was, but only part of her. Her head. And it was bobbing up and down really fast on his crotch as his hips thrust into her, his hands on her head pushing it down, again and again. His moans were coming pretty fast now, and they rebounded inside me as my breathing quickened. Then i realized that the head in his lap belonged to Christine. My sister. I think i made a noise, but fortunately no one noticed. I couldn't believe that she was giving Shaun a blowjob, a really hot blowjob, on the floor of our laundry room. I couldn't believe she'd do that. I couldn't believe she was so good at it. And i really couldn't believe i was still turned on. Think that's bad? Wait. I continued to look, wondering whether it was Stacia or Marie who was with Mike. Marie could still be involved, i was pretty sure - she seemed really into sex of all kinds. I moved my head enough to see... Christine's bare ass, with Mike on his knees pistoning into her from behind. While she sucked on Shaun's tool. My sister. In a threesome. On the laundry room floor. Getting face fucked by Shaun while Mike pounded her pussy. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do. And then there was a noise behind me; i barely managed not to scream. The action in the room was heating up, more moaning and groping and heaving and sweating. Shaun hand one hand on Christine's head now, entwined in her long blond hair and the other stretched out kneading her dangling breasts. Mike was ramming her faster and faster, but now his eyes were open, i was afraid to move at all to investigate the sound. Then i felt a body against mine. I held myself rigidly still as the body wriggled against mine. Finally the movement ceased as Marie looked around the corner, now lying on top of my back as i lay on my stomach. Her weight was comfortable, her pelvis on my butt pushing me into the floor, her breasts pressed against my back. Her lips were just outside my ear canal as she whispered "whatcha doin?" then breathed "ooohhhh" as she took in the scene before us. We fell as still as statues as they shifted positions. Mike climbed up on the washer and spread his legs wide. His cock glistened wetly in the small shaft of light from the storage room as Christine gripped it in her hand, licking it from top to bottom. Shaun took up position behind her and slid into her with a moan, one hand in her hair, the other around her waist. Mike moved his ass forward on the washer, forcing Christine to take him deep into her throat, which she seemed not to mind. I could feel Marie's heavy breathing on top of me, matching mine perfectly, her breath in my ear turning me on even more. I watched, and loved it. Am i a pervert? maybe. A voyeur? definitely. At that moment, i could only think of taking Christine's place, as i watched Mike's stiff cock sliding in and out of her lips. Suddenly Shaun started to groan and thrust into her deep and hard, his hand pulling her hair. His orgasm triggered Mike's; he pulled out and sprayed white goo all over Christine's face. She might have cared if she wasn't trying not to scream. The strain was obvious on her face as her body shook violently with the force of her cumming. "oh, fuck" Marie breathed in my ear. Then, realizing we were in danger of being spotted, Marie crawled off of me and disappeared. I returned to the doorway to the kitchen and made some noise, walked over and got some water loudly, then returned to my room. Silence from the laundry room - i'm pretty sure they didn't know i was there. I walked back up to my room, to find Marie already in my bed. I'm not sure why. I'm not sure what i was thinking. I crawled into bed with Marie, wrapped my arms around her, and fell asleep. That was the beginning of an amazing friendship between us. It's also the end of the sleepover tale. I'm off to bed. Goodnight, dear diary. kel Dear Diary Ch. 06 Having finished writing, I was eager to refresh my still wonderful memories of the first encounter I had ever had with a woman. She was the one who showed me how beautiful it can be to touch a body much like my own, yet completely different. She was the one I still thought of frequently, wondering whatever happened to her. I flipped back almost to the beginning of my diary. MBOJFKAX – May 1986 was what I was looking for. ---- PERMINDA – May 1986 Bumming around and living out of a suitcase, or a backpack as the case may be is a very tiresome business. At the very least it’s dangerous and full of uncertainty. I have been on the road for less than six months and have indulged in so many vices and luxuries that I have ran out of money already. Too proud to ask my parents for some money, certain that if I did they would only have sent me a one-way plane ticket, destination US, I have started looking for some sort of a job. As luck would have it, I walked into the “Red Lion” Pub in Wormley, a small town in Hertfordshire, and seeing the “HELP NEEDED” sign, I inquired after the employment and was hired on the spot. After a day of crash course in pulling pints and mixing drinks, I ended up behind the bar and had remained here for almost three months now. I had proven myself to be reliable and pretty good with customers and have landed the big money making shifts, mainly Friday and Saturday nights, when pubs are absolutely chock-a-block with people eating and drinking. I have even managed to make a few acquaintances and on some nights after the pub closes, I go out to a club, dancing my head off and drinking myself into a stupor. The years of serious study are waiting patiently for me and I had decided that I would spend the next few months partying as much as I could, meeting different people and enjoying myself to the max. I have been very careful not to mess around with anyone, as this is the last thing on my mind right now. Bad experience with Duke and another one with a guy called Tony had made me believe that maybe I should wait. Plenty of time for sex, yet. But, never say never, as the saying goes, I proved myself totally wrong the minute I decided not to keep my hopes up in the sex department. Two evenings ago, just as the manager was ringing the last call, a group of girls that I had befriended walked in, shouting hellos and waving wildly. “Hey, Nik!” yelled Maureen, a tall redhead with a horsy face who was always the light of the party. “We came to take you with us, Nik! We’re going to Lancaster’s.” I didn’t feel much like clubbing on that particular night. I was very tired and had hoped for some peaceful rest for a change. Just as I was about to say no, I saw another girl in their midst, one I have never seen and who had caught my eye immediately. She was a short and slim East Indian girl with thick black hair, hanging in a ponytail down to her mid back. Despite the general happiness and silliness with which the rest of the girls were carrying on, she was somewhat somber and quiet. She was so small that she might have easily been missed in the crowd. Until, that is, one looked into her face. Big, dark brown eyes and thick black eyebrows, giving her the look of seriousness and beauty. She wasn’t laughing out loud, but the smile never left her pretty face. “All right, I just have to finish here.” I changed my mind, not quite knowing why. With hardly any experience in heart matters, I felt an instant attraction to the girl. “It’s the last call, girls.” I tried to over shout the patrons of the pub. “You’d better decide quickly.” “Five lager shandies, Nik!” yelled Amy, equally struggling to be heard. “No,” said the beautiful girl, who by now had sat on the bar stool directly in front of me. “I’ll take one with no shandy, thank you.” I pulled the pints and placed the requested one in front of the girl who held my interest. “Are you with that lot?” I asked smiling. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah.” We both giggled and I felt a warm feeling inside my body. A shiver went up my spine, and my heart seemed to have sped up a little. I tried hard to make myself believe that it was just her beauty that I admired, just the aesthetic look, nothing more. “I’m Paddy, by the way.” She extended her hand, shaking mine with a firm, warm grip. “I’m Nikkie.” I said. “Wait! Paddy?” she nodded. “I thought that was a guy’s name.” I asked confused. “Well, it’s Perminda, really. But nobody here seems to have enough wits to remember it properly, so they call me Paddy.” She explained in a thick cockney accent. Perminda – a name just as beautiful as the girl whom it belonged. It rolled softly on my tongue and I made a mental note not to forget it. “Well, I’ll remember it.” I said and noticed her watching me carefully, as if looking for a sign of mockery. Half an hour later, the bar cleaned up and the doors safely locked, I found the five girls waiting for me in the parking lot at the front. “We’re taking a taxi, Nikkie.” Said Maureen. I was fine with that; I didn’t want to worry about who was too drunk to drive and whether I’ll make it back alive and in one piece. By the look of it, they have all had enough to drink already. When we arrived at the Lancaster’s I was grateful for the opportunity to relax and have a drink myself. The girls were chatting constantly, discussing their private lives of which I didn’t know much about, as we were not true friends, we just hung out together sometimes. Like me, I noticed Perminda did not engage in conversation much. She sort of swayed in her seat in synchronicity with the rhythm, but refused to go out into the dance floor, just like me. From time to time I would catch her looking at me intently and each time she would give me a smile and look away, sipping on her drink. Pretty soon, everybody seemed to be seriously drunk, including me. The fatigue that I felt when still working had crept back and all of a sudden I felt too tired to be bothered with loud music and friendliness. I decided I would head for my little room above the pub where I worked and get the rest my body needed. As I got up, finishing my drink, Amy grabbed me by the arm. “Finally decided to dance, have you?” “No, no.” I smiled and looked at Perminda. “I’m going home, I’m tired.” “Aw…” Amy and Penny whined in a chorus. “It’s early.” I was adamant. Tired enough to have difficulty in keeping my eyes open, nothing could have persuaded me otherwise. “Hold on.” said Perminda. “I just have to go to the loo and then we can share a taxi.” Before I could say anything she jumped up and walked away. Amy giggled and nudged me under the ribs, whispering in my ears. “You know she’s a lezzie, right?” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Oh, Amy, really!” “She is!” continued Amy. “And Maureen has been trying to get into her pants for ages. Just for fun.” She giggled again. “No luck, though.” With that, she walked away. My heart skipped a beat. Was that really what I wanted? And if so, how would I approach her? I had absolutely no experience, especially with girls. A minute later, Perminda was standing next to me, holding both of our jackets, motioning me to follow. We found a row of taxis waiting in front of the club, happy to escape the long wait in the chilly drizzle. “Where are you going?” I asked Perminda as the taxi pulled off and headed towards Wormley. “I could take a train to London, that’s where I live.” She said, and I nodded. “Or,” she looked at me, “I could crash at your place, as I’m in no state to travel at this time of night.” I felt a sickening feeling of discomfort, yet again I simply nodded. The question of me having guests in my room never arouse with my landlord and the pub’s manager as had never had any. I hoped everybody was asleep and we wouldn’t be spotted sneaking in. “Oh God,” said Perminda when we entered my room and she plopped on the bed. “I’m knackered.” “Yeah, me too.” I agreed. Fatigue was getting the better of me and I believed that I would be asleep the instant my head hit the pillow. “I need to take a shower, though.” I said and Perminda cringed. “I hate the smell of cigarettes in my hair, it drives me absolutely berserk.” As I was reaching for my pajamas in the drawer, I looked into the mirror above the cabinet and saw she was taking her clothes off. I staggered into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, trying to exorcise some of the alcohol and clear my head. My hair smelling of wild berries and my skin of freshly scented, I turned off the light in a small bathroom expecting Perminda to be fast asleep. It was a pleasant surprise to find her sitting in bed, browsing through one of my books. When she saw me enter, she put it away and slid deeper into bed. “I’m afraid it’s a bit tight.” I said, motioning to a twin bed, which was not meant for two people. “It’s alright, I don’t mind.” She said and flipped the cover to make space for me. The sight of her small but muscular, completely naked body lying between my sheets, had taken me aback for a second. I stood still, not knowing what to do. “I thought that was what you wanted.” She said, looking at me seductively. She was right, somewhere in the back of my mind I did want it to happen, but now faced with it, I was lost. She had loosened her hair, which now her shoulders and breasts, making her look like a beauty from an old black-and-white movie. Where I gathered the courage to slowly take my pajamas off before crawling into bed, I will never know, but that is exactly what I did. She scooted over a bit, giving me more space and as I lay next to her, she covered me carefully, hugging me with one arm and pressing her soft skin against mine. I laid like that, Perminda next to me, supporting herself on the elbow, looking into my eyes. “You’ve never been with a woman?” she asked and I shook my head, as I was afraid I couldn’t utter a word without croaking like a bird. She smiled warmly and lowered her face towards mine, her lips almost touching mine, but not quite. I could feel her breath on my face, both of us looking at each other. The moment was very arousing; I could feel a tingle in my belly. Perminda put her hand on my hair and caressed it gently, kicking the cover off us, her face still hovering over mine. “I want to see you.” She said, as we lay naked and uncovered, our bodies hot with desire. As she finally pressed her lips on mine, a moan escaped me. It seemed like I had been waiting for that moment forever. She tasted fresh, despite all the alcohol she had drunk. Her kiss was gentle, her hand combing through my hair, her lips enveloping mine. “Are you sure about this?” she asked when she broke the kiss and before she finished the question I replied with a ‘yes’. At that particular moment I wanted it more than anything else in the world. Her face almost touching mine, I felt her hand slide off my hair and down my shoulders, cupping my breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing the nipple, giving it a slight pinch. I was very aware of every move she made, each one the lightest touch on my skin only to turn into a powerful squeeze. She had more strength than her small body would make one believe. Her lips leaving mine, she slowly kissed her way down my neck, pausing on each nipple, sucking it softly, her eyes holding mine in a steady gaze. Her hand continued down my belly, touching it so softly it made me shiver in discomfort, which seemed to amuse Perminda and she giggled. Her fingers continued over my Venus mound, down one thigh to the knee and then back up, only to give the same attention to the other one. I had spread my legs slightly, inviting her to reach between them and feel the wetness of my swollen pussy, but she seemed to ignore it. Now, she covered my belly with her kisses, slipping the tongue inside my belly button, continuing down the thighs, following the same path her fingers had taken just seconds ago. With a very poor experience in sex I had never been teased like that before and I was almost certain that were she to touch my clit, using fingers or tongue, I would cum instantly, my body was that turned on. The only person who had ever brought me to an orgasm was myself and the odd feeling of someone else’s power over it was ecstatic, yet freaky. I couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and I sat up, pushing her off me and onto the bed, so that now she was lying in front of me. Her body was small, yet muscular, she must have been working out. Her small breasts were firm and the olive toned skin soft beyond any I have touched before. For a moment I knelt beside her, perfectly still, enjoying the beautiful sight. She could easily have put on a bikini at any time during the year and proudly walked around without sucking her belly in or pushing her breasts out. “What’s the matter?” she asked when I haven’t moved for a while. I shook my head and smiled. “Nothing, I just want to look at you. I want to remember your body, just like I’ll remember your name forever.” I said and we giggled at the private joke. I put the palm of my hand flat on her stomach, covering the belly button and my touch was just as arousing to me as hers was before. I rubbed her belly in gentle, circling motions and was pleased to see her close her eyes and moan softly. I must have been doing something right. I ran my hand up her body and for the first time in my life, I touched a woman’s breast, the feeling familiar, yet strange. I squeezed it gently and leaned over, licking on the nipple as if it was a blob of whipped cream, sucking into it like a little babe. At the same time I felt Perminda lift her butt off the bed, inviting me to reach between her legs, exactly like I wanted her to do to me before. My willpower was not as strong as hers; I couldn’t tease her or myself like she did. Still sucking onto her nipple, the free hand slid down her belly and over the mound, covered in carefully shaved design, leaving most of it bare, but for a small triangle of soft black hair. I spread my fingers into a V, two and two together, massaging her pussy lips, careful not to touch the clit. If she teased me, she must like it on herself, too, I thought and was glad to hear her soft moan of protest. I rubbed her lips gently at first, increasing the pace slowly, still sucking onto her nipples. My own pussy swollen and wet prevented me to keep my legs together and I had to spread my knees or it would have become uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was to taste her, touch her clitty with my tongue, and suck onto it in a way that I had been touched before, only it was by a man. I believed I could do a job just as well if not better. I knew exactly what a woman wanted, at least what my preferences were. Gentle licking replaced by a powerful sucking, and yet, not trying to bite the little thing off. Rough sex feels good, but the clitty always appreciates tenderness rather than brutality. Finally, I pushed her legs apart and knelt in between, awarded with a splendid look at her cherry red pussy, which was a deep contrast to her otherwise olive complexion. The sight was absolutely intoxicating. I heard Perminda gasp and she shot her ass up again, another invitation to do what I wanted to so much. I placed my index fingers onto her pussy lips and spread them up even more, the clitty now completely exposed, deep red mound offered to me by a beautiful girl. I lowered my face towards it and for the first time in my life caught a whiff of a clean pussy. When I gently touched it with my tongue, as if only to taste it, she thrashed wildly and almost hit me in the face with her pussy. She grabbed my hair roughly and pulled me onto her, indicating that I should not stop now. I licked and sucked, tasting her tarty but sweet juices, feeling her pelvis sway in the rhythm with my tongue. She moaned and so did I, one of my hands sliding onto my own pussy, massaging it softly, just as it did Perminda’s a few minutes before. I must have stayed there good twenty minutes; the uncomfortable position of kneeling between her legs caused my back to hurt and feet go numb. I didn’t want to stop, but I felt that if I didn’t I was going to give myself a cramp. Just as I was about to change positions, she grabbed onto my hair again, pulling my face free of her pussy. “I’m so close, Nik. So close…” she motioned me to straighten up and I did so, grateful to be able to prevent an embarrassing situation taking place. She grabbed the hand that had been between my legs just moments before and pushed my middle and ring fingers deep into her mouth. She sucked on them, making sure they were completely wet with her saliva. Then she grabbed my hand with both of hers and bent the two wet fingers, extending the ones on each side. “Put them in, just like that.” She whispered and I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed gently, keeping the other hand on her clit, gently circling. Perminda half sat up, grabbing my arm and ramming my fingers in as deep as they would go. She obviously liked it hard and I obliged. I rubbed against the small rough spot just above the entrance of her pussy, knowing that would make her cum. “Harder, Nik!” she gasped and fucked my fingers. “Oh God, oh God…” she yelled. “I’m so close…” I continued pushing and rubbing inside her pussy, lifting her ass off the bed with my two fingers, afraid that I might hurt her, but judging by her reaction, I was doing quite the opposite. I can’t really tell how erotic this scene would be to a bystander. The gentility of lovemaking was gone, only to be replaced by rough masturbation of this slight woman, which she obviously enjoyed immensely. “Oh, yeah…” she gasped and half sat up. “All the way in, all the way…” I finger fucked her as hard as I could, feeling sweat beads gathering on my forehead, despite the coldness of the room. Suddenly, she pushed hard with her feet against the bed, lifting her pelvis high in the air, her pussy muscles clamping onto my fingers tight, desperate gasps of pleasure mixed with moans and groans. I kept pumping my fingers in and out, this time however, softly, as if to pacify her thrashing body, not quite willing to leave the warm and soft pussy yet. She was cumming all over my fingers, her body swaying gently now, as if moved by a soft breeze. Her orgasm was much longer than any of mine had ever been and I jealously tapped her clitty. She lay in front of me, her legs spread wide, knees now resting on the bed, gasping for air and rubbing her own breasts. “Fuck, that was good.” she said and smiled. “Come here,” she said and this time put her own middle and ring fingers inside her mouth, coating them with her spit, pushing the pillows off the bed so that her head was flat on the sheet. “Sit over me.” she commanded and I did as I was told. As soon as my pussy was over her face she clamped her lips onto my clit without any foreplay, pushing two of her fingers deep inside of me. Having just made her cum and seeing her pleasure was arousal enough. I was ready for anything. The spot that she was paying all her attention to seemed to become the center of my conscious universe. Nothing else mattered, nothing else was real. The realization that I am about to cum with someone else’s fingers inside my pussy, not my own made the whole thing even more arousing. Unlike me, it had taken Perminda bare few minutes and the spot inside my pussy began tingling, seemingly spreading, reaching down my legs, causing them to wobble dangerously, above my waist, over the breasts and into my head, making my head spin. I yelped, trying not to make a sound loud enough to be heard by anyone in the house. Fat chance of that, I think. The walls seem to be made of paper. I shivered and moved my pussy on her mouth even after her fingers slid out of it and she continued to suck. The feeling of exhilaration gone, it was replaced by an unpleasantness as my clit had become oversensitive to stimulation and I tried to stop her, lifting my knee of the bed in order to get off her face. She wouldn’t let me though. She grabbed my hips and pulled them down roughly, placing my pussy back onto her mouth. Dear Diary Ch. 06 “This doesn’t feel good now…” I gasped, holding onto the headboard, trying hard not to fall down on her face. “Just wait a moment.” She paused sucking for a moment. “You’ll see.” The smacking sound of her lips and tongue against my clit resumed and I was amazed at how right she was. Unpleasantness soon turned into a feeling of pleasure and within another minute, my clit exploded in the same volcano of enjoyment as my pussy had before. “Oh Paddy,” I gasped, conscious of the verbal muck up. I simply could not think straight. “Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes…” Still, she didn’t let me go. One more orgasm later, each seemingly stronger than the previous one, I finally managed to pull myself off her and plop heavily on the bed next to her. “You’re amazing!” I said, barely able to catch my breath. “I know.” She said without any modesty and giggled. I wasn’t in the mood for giggles; my mind was still orgasming even if my body had stopped. I believe that a few seconds later I was fast asleep, and so was Perminda. The night full of passion and pleasure will be something I will remember forever. ---- I smiled to myself. I still remembered everything exactly as it had happened. I had met with Perminda a few times after that, always in London, usually for nothing else but a roll between the sheets. She had taught me so much of my own body as well as hers. I wondered whatever happened to her. I wouldn’t have minded another crazy night with her. Or any time of the day, for that matter. Dear Diary Ch. 06 Mood: Sleepy and Dreaming Music: This I Promise You [When the visions around you...] September 1, 2005 So goodness, I can't even start to describe everything that's happened in the past days since I updated last! Things are incredibly crazy and I am smiling more than ever. I finally [FINALLY] got laid! HE came out for a week, and we fucked like bunnies. Seriously, we fucked... EVERYWHERE! We did the craziest things and came all day long. It was screaming fun, in more ways than one! LOL! I think the most memorable thing we did was... well... I'm kind of shy, but here goes. We were watching that new movie, the one about the comic book, but it's in like grainy black and white and some recoloured objects. It was bloody, gory and, boring as fuck! I couldn't stand it and instead of watching it, opted to ask him to lay naked with me under the duvet and cuddle. We both threw our clothes into my room and laid naked under my flowered duvet in the living room and pretended to watch the movie while we let our hands roam wherever they pleased. He lay in front of me, and both of us were facing the telly. Finally, he turned round to me and started kissing me. This week, our kisses were... different, to say the least. They were fervent and needy. Used to be that we'd just kiss and tongue each other all sexy like, but now, it was like, we needed it. I love the way he takes my head and pulls me into him, with enough force that I feel like he's going to break something. Our tongues fight and our hands grab and pull. We kiss rough, the same way we fuck. There's an air of melancholy in it, an air of love and a cherishing part to it, as if we have to do it like this, to take up for all the time we've been apart. I had to scream, and he had to moan. He needed to pull my hair and spank me as hard as he could, until my ass was stinging red from his slaps. So anyway, we were kissing and petting and he pulled back to look at me and I asked him if he'd like to go for a drive up into the mountains. It was only a 20 minute drive and I figured that with the surprise I had in mind for him, he wouldn't mind the 20 minute trip once he figured out what we were going to do down in the canyon. He of course caught my mischievous look and said yes so we hopped up and got dressed and started driving. It probably took us 30 seconds to get in the car! We drove and drove, and I pointed out little things that we could still see in the dark. He held my hand the entire way and kept professing his love for me, which I gladly and happily returned to him. We finally got there, and ended up on a deserted road [which creeped me out] when he finally asked why we'd driven all the way up there. I answered him by pulling a condom out of my cleavage, which I'd deftly sneaked in while we were getting dressed. He smiled at me and then looked fearful, I guess maybe because he didn't want to get caught fucking outside. It had been a fantasy of mine for a very long time, and a fantasy of his since we'd began speaking to each other, so I thought after three years, then would be a good time. He leaned over to my side of the Beetle that I drive and looked at me before kissing me. He stared at me with that sweet, soft stare that I've come to love incredibly. Then he kissed me. He took me in his arms and crushed me to him; He licked my face and whispered that he loved me. He grabbed my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it around between them until it was so hard it hurt me. He put his mouth on mine and maneuvered himself so he was almost sitting on top of me, like he was going to crawl up and put his cock in my mouth. He's done that before, straddled me and then had me let him mouth-fuck me, so I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd let the seat back and done it right there. I didn't want him to so I pushed him back a little and told him to get out of the car. There was absolutely NO traffic that night, so I figured we were safe, but just to err on the side of caution, I told him that we couldn't spend all night fucking like we usually do, but that we could still have fun outside, under the moon. He immediately looked around like a thief and dropped trou. I stood there and looked at his rock hard cock for quite a while, wishing I had the time to suck it, but knowing where I live, it would have been just my luck for a cop to drive by right when I dropped to my knees. I had dressed in a short mini-skirt with no panties on and my pussy was practically dripping down my legs. I decided it would be good if I opened my trunk and leaned over into it, like I was looking for something, in case someone drove by, maybe they would just think we had a flat tire and drive on by us, unaware of the truth. He came behind me and put his hand around my neck and told me to play with my clit while he fucked me. He jammed his cock into my cunt and immediately started fucking me as hard and as fast as he could. Almost on cue, I couldn't stop myself from moaning out loud. I knew we were in the middle of nowhere so I could scream my head off if I wanted; No one was going to hear me. I spread my legs as far apart as I could and rubbed my clit as fast as I could. His cock was pistoning in and out of my pussy and he reached forward and grabbed my left breast and squeezed it as hard as he could. He started twisting my nipple and with his other hand that was on my neck, he moved it up and started pulling my hair. He pulled my neck back and leaned down to kiss me while he fucked me. It was crazy! Then I asked him to fuck my ass, you know how I love that, Diary! ;) God, I love having my ass fucked and when he pulled his pussy wet, condom covered cock out of me and pushed the head of it against my asshole, I knew I was in heaven. I love being with a guy that's as perverted as I am because I don't have to worry about him saying something is nasty. He pushed his cock slowly past the rim of my sweet ass and I felt him take both of his hands and pull my ass cheeks apart, I know he loves to watch his cock sink deep in me before he gets started going faster. God it felt so good, and that's when the screaming started. He growled, "You fucking slut… you dirty fucking slut, I love how your asshole sucks on my cock." I moaned and said, "Oh yes papa, fuck me, fuck me harder…" He started fucking me faster, pulling my hair harder, and twisting my nipple with the other hand. God it felt so good, his cock sawing in and out of me, twisting the center of my pleasure around his fingers. He yelled, "Rub your fucking clit, whore! Moan for me, bitch!" I obeyed, happily, unable to speak anything except HIS name and some other unintelligible sounds that passed for moaning. I love it hard and fast. My car was bouncing forward and backward along with our rhythm and everything was going great until a car drove past slowly. I was sure they were going to stop, and I tried to move but he held me there and kept fucking me. I saw brake lights and I thought, "Oh my god we're caught for sure!" But he continued fucking me like there was no tomorrow, like it was the last ass he'd ever get as long as he was alive. He kept pulling my hair and fucking my tight ass. The car was driving visibly slow now, I can't say they were going over 5mph at this point, but I didn't care about that anymore, I just cared about his cock in my ass and his hands on me. He leaned down and kissed me, pulling my head back roughly and shoving his tongue in my mouth. The car started to speed up a little then and so did his pistoning jerks in and out of my asshole. We fucked and moaned and I screamed and the car just kept driving by slowly. I'm not sure if they stayed and watched the whole thing or just drove away because he told me he wanted to feel my ass squeeze his cock when I came. He ordered me to come and I was more than happy to oblige. I stuck two fingers in my pussy and with my thumb rubbed my clit as hard and fast as I could. He rocked me back and forth and told me nasty things that he knew would get me off. He talked about my fantasies, about the secrets I told him that made my pussy wet. I pushed my ass back into him for more and begged him to let me come. He loves when I ask if I can come, and he always take a few seconds before saying yes to me, but I love it too. Finally he said yes and I leaned my head back and screamed his name, I screamed so many things, and I felt warmth in my ass, knowing that he had just filled the condom. He grunted and grabbed my breasts and pulled me up to him, so that we both stood up straight while his cock continued to spasm inside my ass. He kissed me and we looked up at the mountain sky for a while, while his tool softened inside me. He whispered he loved me, and I returned it, happily. He slid out of me slowly and took off the condom and put it and the wrapper in a plastic baggie I had in my trunk and stuck it in the pocket of his pants. He smiled at me, probably knowing that I was making fun of him in my head about his 'thing' he has about not littering. We walked slowly to our respective sides of the car and once inside, we locked the doors and lay our seats back, to relax for a moment or two. He leaned over to me and kissed me, cuddling with me as best he could in the confines of the auto. Again he professed his feelings for me, and I returned them, wholeheartedly. God damn this has been a good week. A screaming good week, I told you, Diary. Dear Diary Ch. 06 Author's Note: This story contains less sex (although there is some) and more story line than anything else. Enjoy! ----------------------------- Dear Diary, Wow... it's been almost a week since I've lost my virginity and yet it's like I can't get enough! I just want Luke, ALL the time... it's so sad for me when he can't be around. Dru's still telling me not to get too attached, but how can I not? He's just so... so PERFECT. Didn't get to see him yesterday though, Dru took me to a party instead. It seems like there are always more guys hitting on my lately, and even though they're very cute and interesting, I just can't seem to get really interested! Maybe Dru's right and I should date more, rather just being so fixated on Luke... but I REALLY like him. Maybe I'll talk to him about it. I mean, I probably should anyway, cuz we never said that we're totally together. And maybe this is getting too serious too fast, I mean, we have a great time together, but maybe everything's kinda gearing towards sex lately... sad to say, it's not even all his fault. I really do feel like a little nympho sometimes. On days when I can't see him, I bring out my vibrator... and as soon as I do see him my pussy gets all wet! The other night I was lying alone in bed, and I ended up having this really crazy erotic dream where he just came in and started fucking me, over and over in all these different positions. And even though I didn't totally want to have sex, I wanted to talk or something, he wouldn't let me... just grabbed me and threw me on the bed! It was the hottest dream ever... can girls have wet dreams? Because I definitely think I orgasmed at the end of it. * Dear Diary, So I talked to Luke. I'm feeling sad... I don't even know why I did it. But now I feel like I might have ruined everything. He seemed taken aback by it all... and he said that he wasn't seeing anyone else at the moment, but that if I felt that we were getting to serious he could pull back some. GOD I'm such an idiot. Now I wish I just hadn't said anything at all. OR said that I wanted to see him, JUST him exclusively. Cuz that's the truth. Dru is saying I should take advantage of the fact though, and it does seem silly to go back on it. Maybe in a week, and that'll be enough time so that I don't look like a total idiot. * Dear Diary, I saw Luke today! That made me happy... it was as if we never had the talk. Things seemed exactly the same... I feel REALLY relieved. It was pretty hot too, we didn't have time to go back to either of our rooms, so he pulled me into an empty class room and pressed me up against the wall. We started kissing, really heavily, and he put his hands up my shirt and started squeezing my boobs. I kinda gasped, and asked him what he was doing... I mean, sure the classroom was empty but that didn't mean that someone couldn't walk in! He just grinned and kissed me again and started pulling up my skirt. The next thing I knew he had his fingers in my pussy and his other hand was undoing his pants. Then he pulled my panties to the side and started fucking me, right there up against the wall of the classroom! It was the hottest thing we've ever done... knowing that someone could walk in, but still feeling like we were totally alone. And it made me feel so sexy, knowing that he had to have me right there, right THEN and couldn't wait at all! It didn't take long, it was just a quickie, but I came anyway... my legs all wrapped around his waist and everything! We were like something out of a movie. We're not seeing each other tonight though... he's going out to a party. I didn't use to mind when he went to parties without me, but now I'm feeling really anxious... I mean, there might be a girl there. And the other day I practically TOLD him to date other people. God I'm such an idiot. It hasn't ruined the afternoon for me, but I don't know if thinking about that is going to be enough to get me through this evening. * Dear Diary, he called after the party... drunk. I was too afraid to ask if he'd met anyone or done anything. We just talked for a bit and then said goodbye. I feel so lonely right now. * Dear Diary, Tonight was awful. Dru finally got tired of me moping around whenever Luke was out without me, so she decided that we were going to go to a party ourselves. She dressed me up all pretty and did my hair and make-up, I didn't want to go but she wouldn't take no for an answer. You know, if she was a guy I think I could totally date her. Anyway, we got there late, late enough that a lot of people were already drunk and really loud and everything. I wasn't really into it anyway, but Dru dragged me down to the basement to get some drinks... and there, in the corner of the room was Luke with this really pretty girl. They were just talking, but she was obviously flirting and pressing up against him, and I just felt like my heart was contracting, getting smaller and smaller inside my chest. Then, the worst ever, she took his face in her hands and pulled him down for a kiss. I thought I was going to die.. fortunately Dru turned around with the drinks in her hands and saw my face, and then saw what I was looking at and she got me out of there SO fast. I think that Luke might've looked up and seen us at the end, but I'm not sure. I was having a little trouble seeing... I didn't want to cry there but my eyes were all full of tears. God I'm such an idiot! I did this ALL to myself, trying to make sure that things weren't getting too serious too fast... who cares if they were? We might've STAYED serious... instead of this, this STUPIDITY! I really hate myself right now. And he hasn't called yet. * Dear Diary, I talked to Luke today... things were weird, but I think it was mostly on my end. I don't think he saw me at the party though. If he did, he didn't say anything about it. I didn't say anything about it either. I couldn't take it for very long though, told him I had to go. I'm so fucked up. Dear Diary Ch. 06 "Mom I think I need to go see dad, I mean I've been here two days and haven't even called him, and I shouldn't have let that happen." Marie said as she looked at her mother after she got back home from being out with the other kids. Susan looked at her and just nodded. "That's fine Marie, though you wouldn't have too if your father wasn't being so stubborn and staying at that damn hotel." Susan said in some frustration. Her daughter nodded at her and shrugged. "Maybe, but he feels betrayed...but I need to go see him. He's my father and I love him and shouldn't isolate him just because he's not here." Marie told her and her mother gave her a hurt look. "Marie, I love your father too and I would do anything to get him back home..." Susan started to say then started to cry. Marie smiled and nodded and embraced her mother. "I know mom, but at least for right now, dad doesn't want to see...well I have the best bet of explaining things to him. And besides, it still creeps me out a bit about the others. I mean, I know they close the doors but I heard them last night and KNEW what they were doing. It made me feel...weird." Marie told her mother and Susan nodded in agreement. "Don't I know it, I still am feeling conflicted." Susan replied meekly. Her daughter smiled at her. "But I thought you were...comfortable with what they were doing?" She asked her daughter and Marie gave her a funny look. "What do you mean mom?" Marie asked her mother as she leaned back onto the couch. Susan looked at her nervously, hoping not to alien her remaining child. 'Well...you looked very...well you seemed to not mind what they were doing that much. I saw the way you guys were...well petting in the backseat the other night when we went out and you going with them afterward." Susan trailed off quietly and her daughter smiled at her. "Mom...I'm not going to lie to you and say thinking about it doesn't make me...horny. It does...and it does you as well." Marie said a bit defensively. "I admitted it did, that's why I'm conflicted honey, but you seem to embrace what they are doing far faster then I thought you would. I thought you would flip out and leave us to burn in hell sweetie!" Susan told her only half jokingly. Marie chuckled softly, but moved up and embraced her mother again. "Mom, if the truth be told, I've been doing a lot of soul searching since you told me the skinny and to be honest, I find it very hot. What I didn't like was the way they treated you...not even giving you a real chance to catch your breath or decide for yourself what you wanted." Susan confided in her mother as she leaned back to look at her mother's face. Susan looked stunned at what her eldest daughter had told her. "So you like what they are doing? Have you and they...? Susan asked her child as she loosened her hold on her and now held her at arms length. Susan chuckled, but shook her head. "No mom, but I have been thinking about it...and about this." Susan said and leaning in softly and gently kissed her mother on the lips. Susan gasped but didn't break the quick un-parental kiss. After a few seconds Marie pulled back. "Oh my god Marie!" Susan exclaimed softly, but remained where she was, feeling her heart race and blood boiling. "I wont ever do like the other's mom; I'll never take what you aren't willing to give me. But, the offer is there if you want to take it." Marie told her a bit timidly, and then hesitating went on. "I must admit, it's a curiosity I've had a long time mom...what you would feel like naked against me, or even taste like." Marie confided to her, now blushing a deep red. Her mother was blushing deeply as well as she absentmindedly stepped back another step "Marie! This is a revelation to say the least." Susan said softly, more at for her own ears then those of her daughters. Marie nodded. "I know mom, but I'm just being honest. You know I've always had that failing. When I was growing up I buried thoughts like that, but after everything that's happened I wanted to tell you...even if we never...you know." Marie told her and Susan looked at her. "But we shouldn't Marie...we can't..." Susan told her daughter as she looked at her almost pleadingly. "After what the other's have done, why not mom. But like I said, I only want what you want to give me." Marie told her solemnly, but smiled at her mother as she finished. "BUT...we can deal with this later mom, I need to call dad and see if he wants me to come visit. It's getting late, and he should be at the room now from work." Marie said, looking away as if she was interested in the TV now, but Susan knew she was feeling hurt at her admission. Susan hesitated a few seconds as a thought hit her, then when her daughter passed her as she started to walk past her, Susan reached out and stopped her. "What?" Marie asked her softly, but her mother only replied by pulling them together and Marie watched a bit in shock as her mother leaned in a and kissed her. She was even more surprised when she felt her mother's tongue invading her mouth, but after a quick moment she returned the favor and their tongues danced around for nearly a minute before Susan broke the elicit embrace, panting for breath. 'Wow!" Was all Marie said as a huge grin covered her face. "Wow is right. I surprised myself; I wasn't going to make it that...invasive! I guess I got too worked up!" Susan confided to her, then broke out in a nervous laugh. She felt lightheaded and started to sway. "Woah!" Her daughter caught her before she fell and lowered her to sit on the floor. "That's a rush." Susan muttered out as she plopped to the floor still laughing softly. "I'll say mom." Marie said as she knelt by her mother and slowly moved her mother's hair from her face. "So...was that your answer to my offer mom?" Marie asked curiously, but also with a hint of teasing. Susan shrugged. "I don't know honey, I think I kissed you mainly because you looked to need it and...well it went somewhere else. But to answer you...I think so. Just give me time, ok?" Susan told her, then after a few seconds rolled her eyes. "What am I saying...your father! What am I doing to him!" Susan exclaimed, laying back on the floor and looking at the ceiling. Marie grinned, though her mother couldn't see it. "Don't worry mom! That's also why I need to see him. Too get him to stop being stupid and come home. Besides I think you need a good fucking to relive the stress!" Marie muttered out jokingly and Susan glanced up to look at her daughter. "Marie! The language! But you're right...I can use a real good fucking, I've been utterly so goddamn horny for so long. I swear my pussy juices are flooding my brain and that's why I've been so crazy! Oh Jesus, I would never have talked like this way a year ago!" Susan exclaimed, and then chuckled ruefully as she lay on the floor. "I know mom, like I said, you need to de-stress." Marie said, offering her mother a hand up, which Susan took and stood up with her daughter's help. "I know and I do, but I really think your father should be the one too do that...at least for now. Or maybe at first..." Susan said, smiling softly at her. Marie nodded with a smile of her own. "I know mom and that's what I'm hoping will happen." She told her mother. "Oh I hope so sweetie, I hope you can get your father back here. I miss him terribly." Susan said and again embraced her daughter. Marie pulled back slightly as she lowered her arms down her mothers back and she gave her mother's ass a squeeze as she gave her a smile. Susan laughed, but also pushed her rear back into the hands groping her. "Now don't start something we can't finish at the moment." She told her daughter, the smile still on her face. "I know mom. Are you going to be ok when I leave? You know with the crew back there and all. I think they are at it again." Marie asked her mother who just shrugged and grinned. "Yes, I'll be fine. They don't bother me much now...less so, especially since you told them off." Susan told her daughter. "But...you know I might just have to check up on them after you leave, I'm...I'm feeling a bit of an itch now. Actually a HUGE itch!" Susan confided to her daughter, blushing, but with a broad grin on her lips. Marie broke out in roaring laughter, but then looked at her mother. "I thought you were going to wait on dad...or are you going to join..." Marie suggested but her mother broke in. "No...oh no, I meant that. I'm waiting on your father and ONLY if he tells me its ok is anything but fingers going inside me from now on. He deserves that at least, but you have made me horribly horny...as if I wasn't already with what's been going own under this roof and it's been a week since your father left. Marie...I'm a dripping mess down there! I have to have some damn relief or I'll explode!" Susan said breathlessly to her daughter. "I'm sorry mom; I wasn't meaning to tease you with what I did." Marie said regretfully too her, but with a smile on her lips. "It's ok Marie; it's nothing I can't alleviate for the most part...especially if I watch the others." Susan told her and Marie nodded at her. "I should go call dad and see if coming over is ok tonight." Marie said, then after looking at her mother walked back to her room to use her cell phone. Passing Mary's room, she thought she definitely heard soft moaning coming from within and she smiled to herself. She entered her room, closing the door behind her and went to her phone. She quickly called the number her mother had given her and her father picked up. He was glad she was indeed in town and happier yet when she asked to come over. She told him that she would be over in about an hour and she said her goodbyes and then hung up the phone. She smiled, thinking about what she should take in her car and overnight bag. She was almost laughing aloud as she opened the door and entered the hall again, stopping at what she saw and heard. "Oh my god Genie, that's hot!" Marie heard her mother say aloud. Marie looked out and saw her mother just on the edge of the doorway to Mary's room. She had opened the door and was standing there. Marie softly walked up to her, unable to see more then her mother back. She heard more of what was going on now that the door was open, with more moaning and even some wet slurping noises reaching her. She grinned and steeled herself of the sight of what she was walking toward. "Yeah Peter, fuck her!" She heard her mother speak again just as she got behind her and could now see past her into her small sister's room. "Having fun?" Marie asked her mother as she walked behind her. "I see they are." She said as she glanced past her mother and saw her brother with his cock buried in Mary's pussy and Genie sitting pretty on her sister's face, getting her pussy licked from below. "Jesus!" Marie said in amazement, knowing what her brother and sisters did, but truly shocked actually seeing it. She felt a wave of horniness rush through her as well as some repulsion, watching the family she used to know when they were little. "Come on sis, come join us...ohh god lick me Mary!" Genie asked her, all the while grinding her hips onto her sister's tongue. Marie shook her head, feeling light headed. She looked away and at her mother. "I'm going mom...to stay with dad for a day or two." Marie told her and Susan looked away from the scene before them as well, taking her hand from her pants as she did. She took Marie's arm and led her daughter back to the hallway. "A day or two? I thought you were just going for a few hours?" Susan asked her daughter, looking with confusion at her face. Marie nodded at her. "I know, but I really should spend some time with dad as well and...it might take some time to bring him around. And...this still freaks me out a bit. I need time to think, away from it. It's kinda all in my face." Marie confided in her, unsure what to feel after seeing the others having sex...even her mother watching them. "I understand marie...honestly I do. You go see your father, just make sure you come back for Thanksgiving ok? Maybe your father will come as well." Susan told her then grabbed her daughters face to kiss her goodbye, but Marie grabbed her wrist. "Mom, you had your hand..." Marie reminded her mother where her fingers had been and Susan blushed deeply. "They should be cleaned first." Marie told her, then brought her mothers fingers to her own mouth, sucking them clean one at a time. "Oh Jesus Marie! I thought you were freaked out over this!" Susan exclaimed as she watched the erotic sight of her eldest daughter sucking her juices off her fingers. She felt her pussy flooding anew as she watched and felt her daughter complete what she was doing. "I know mom, and I still am...I just couldn't resist. But I need to go pack and leave." Marie said with a teasing smile as she turned back to her room. She heard her mother's frustrated grunt behind her. "Marie...you are a horrible tease, I am frigging soaked now!" Susan muttered out as her daughter reached her door. "Well, you have a free show to use mom..." Marie told her smiling as she entered her room and started to grab clothes and a few other items and toss them into her night bag. Her mother hadn't followed and after a minute Marie finished up and reentered the hall and saw that her mother had indeed went back to the show before her...and her masturbation. Marie walked behind her again, hearing the squishing noises her mother's fingers were making as well as the noises from her sister's bedroom. "Enjoy yourself mom..." Marie muttered as she leaned over and nibbled her mother's neck and ear. "UUhhhh Marie!" Susan moaned out as she felt her daughter's actions. Then she felt her daughter stop and noticed she was walking off. "Ohhh you...tease!" Susan growled out, but stayed where she was at the door, only now working her fingers inside her panties faster. Marie smiled as she rounded the corner into the kitchen and then out the side door to her car. ...I must say today took a turn for the weird. Marie, the eldest of my children told me she was going to visit Michael. But then she confided in me that she had been attracted to me for a long time and even offered that we become lovers if I so wished. After everything that has happened with the other kids this was tame I guess but more erotic to me and I'm not sure why. Maybe because it was offer on me and not forced like what the other had done. But I found myself extremely tempted and kissed her back after she did me. I was so turned on. Later I watched Mary, Genie and Peter having sex. Very loud, rutting, wet and extremely tempting sex. I had to fight myself to stay at the door masturbating and not join in. I hope Marie can convince Michael to come back because I won't be able to resist forever the advances of my own children. Marie wasn't sure about how she was going to do it, but she knew she had to convince her father to return to the house when she went back. Marie figured that if she didn't and went back to school, that the next time she returned home her parents would either be divorced or getting one. As she drove to the other side of town to her father's hotel she thought about how she was going to handle it. She was the only one who could probally, with him being convinced his wife having played a part in his children's copulations....which she had, though not the part that he suspected of her. And Peter was out, their father might kill him. Marie thought about Genie, she might be able to talk to their father, but Marie knew that without Mary backing her up and pushing her, genie could never convince their father. And Mary...even if Mary could get close enough now to their father, which Marie thought she might, she always could get in good with their father, she probably might just try and seduce him again. Marie then almost yelled as she thought that. "He wouldn't fall for that again, not from Mary, he'd be watching for that, but maybe..." Marie thought aloud as she drove close to the hotel. As she pulled into the parking lot, her hands were shaking at her thoughts and she parked at the first spot she saw and stopped the car. "Could I do that? Do I want to do that? If I can't get dad back, I'll have to visit him separately like this from now on that's for sure. Jesus!" Marie considered her thoughts for a few minutes, trying to get her heart rate under control and herself to stop shaking. "Only as a last resort." She told herself as she opened the car door and stood on trembling legs. She grabbed her bag and slowly walked the parking lot to the room number that she knew her father was at. She hesitated a few seconds as she went to knock, and then heard footsteps after she had. "Hey daddy." Marie said simply as her father opened the door. He grinned when he saw that it was her. "Hey sweetie. Come in and take a seat. There's only the one chair so I'll sit on the bed." Her father said and he closed the door behind her. He noticed as she put the bag she was carrying on the floor and thought it was a really bug purse, until it hit him that it wasn't "What's with the bag?" He asked, moving to take a seat on bed opposite the chair in room. "Well...I figured I'd stay here tonight, or maybe even through Wednesday night, then we can both go over Thursday for Thanksgiving." She told him simply, her stomach rising to her throat, she was still nervous at her earlier thoughts. Her father gave her a funny look, then shrugged his shoulders. "Well, yes you can stay here Marie...there's two beds so that isn't a problem, but as for "Us" going over Thanksgiving...honey I don't think so." Michael told her, and saw the reaction in her face. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to face...what's been going on. Did your mother tell you?" He asked her nervously, unable to put into words about what he thought or felt. She nodded. "Yes dad, mom told me everything...everything, including what she didn't tell you. She was too nervous and you didn't give her a chance to tell you what happened." Marie told her father, and he interrupted before she could go on. "What happened? What happened was that she allowed the others to have sex! Sex for god's sake and not do anything about it...including tell me!" He said, feeling anger again. He had bottled it up for most of the time since he had left, having to work and cope with what he saw in private, unable to tell friends and co-workers. Marie just nodded again. "Dad, will you let me tell you what she told me and...what I saw while there?" Marie asked him quietly, watching him trying to calm down his anger. "I'm not sure if I want to hear about what you saw honey. I don't even like to think that you saw anything while over there." Michael told her. "Well that is part of why I wanted to stay here, I was a bit uncomfortable over there. I was very surprised when mom told me Saturday, but you need to hear what she told me...you do!" She explained to him and after a few seconds he nodded. "Fine I'll try and listen, but don't think it's going to change how I feel." He said simply as he looked at her. He saw her thinking, he wondered with what she was going to say and how, but he was silent as promised, waiting for her to start. "Alright, this is a bit long winded and you'll have to be quiet till I finish or it will take forever." Marie told him and he nodded to her in agreement yet again. He knew she had to leave out her brother's molesting of her mother or her dad would flip, Marie was quite sure her father would hurt his son if he ever knew. Marie started off saying her mother didn't have a hand in what the kid decided or what they did. She told her father that their mother did tell the kids to use the house instead of the shed in the back, but only so they wouldn't get arrested or have the neighbor's tongues wagging. Her father squirmed at this but Marie asked him to hold off questions. Dear Diary Ch. 06 "Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." Lewis Carroll "To destroy is always the first step in any creation." ee cummings She asks the wrong questions... Often, she feels the need for names, for boundaries. She pushes to find reason in madness, clarity in passion. Creation lacks comfort, transformation is painful. I answer her questions with questions, seeing no need to tell her what she already knows or soften the harsh realities of the morning. Words can easily seduce, lie, or be carelessly used. The truth is simple: she kneels naked before me, her body and mind opened to me. I can see her stark need as well as her darkest desires... She gets under my fucking skin... Texts and emails: morning, noon, and night. She is insatiable and relentless. Persistent and demanding in her attempts to get her own way. If she could, she would chain me to her bed, making me her sex toy to use at her convenience. She always is ready to fuck any time and every day. Her pussy, warm and slick with desire, her mouth ready and willing to fulfill my desires and hers. She taunts me frequently with the image of her writhing and shaking on her bed in ecstasy and frenzied need. In retaliation, I make her beg me for what she wants, submitting to my will and dominance. Her eyes flash fire and retribution, but her body obeys me without question. I've collared a naughty, feisty kitten, not to break, but to tame and master. Yet, her honesty and the way she begs for the pain and pleasure only I can give her makes me rock hard... She hides nothing from me, open in her honesty and wants. When I touch her, she arches her bottom towards my hand, addicted to the pain and pleasure, her cries of passion becoming louder with each smack. I watch her eyes widen when I imprison her on the bed, helpless and prisoner to my will. Sometimes she fights me, the inevitable, trying to find control or tempt me into losing mine, but in the end she always submits, the taste of victory mine to savor each and every time. Her mouth drives me crazy with her provocative banter, her kisses, and the eager way her mouth deep throats my cock... Not only does she write stories, but also sends her lusty dreams and thoughts. She describes her need to taste me, please me. Always reminding me of the time I came over to watch the game while she gave me a blow job through the 1st and 2nd quarter, her moans of pleasure muffled as my hands roughly pulled her hair. By halftime, I yanked her off her knees so that I could be inside her, feeling her tight muscles clench my cock as I fucked her senseless. I love the sounds she makes when she cums... At first, she whimpers, her movements becoming more and more agitated because I'm either denying her pain or fulfillment. I love teasing her so that she shakes and pleads for more, until I give it to her. I'll fuck her from any position, but I love watching her face, watching her tremble and moan as her body nears orgasm. The best moments are the ones in which she loses all self-awareness and screams, soaking my cock and her bed with her juices. I love the games we play... Nature maintains a balance. In the jungle, there are no rules, no laws, only the strongest or fittest survive. She moves, I pursue, our "dance" a ritual, a hunt. She may flee, but she knows she will be caught, unable to escape or avoid her fate. When she is flipped over, pinned beneath me, she may protest, yet she knows she's beaten. In her bed, I am the undisputed authority, the king. Trapped, her eyes dilate, looking for once last move, one last play. I kiss her hard, unyielding, feeling her struggles turn to shudders of delight, her protests becoming gasps and moans. The hunter always wins. I fuck her, yet I miss her. I hate her, but I need her... I have accepted I'm drawn to her as she is to me. Opposites attract and we are no different. I prefer precision and order. She is messy, emotional, sensual, and creative. When we engage in conversation, it quickly turns loud and confrontational, both of us very opinionated and competitive. Frequently, the conversations become preludes to angry, no holds barred sex, the conversation serving as foreplay for both of us. I love pushing her buttons to the point of ire, only to rub my body against hers to provoke passion. Frustrated, she punishes me through her kisses or her nails scratching me as I fuck her the way we both like. "Kisses are a far better fate than wisdom..."e.e. cummings "Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer..."Rilke She wants answers. I tell her to live, live her way into the answers. Embrace the now. Neither of us thought this would last as long as it has. Three years later, we still desire the other, still feeling the attraction from the first day. Sometimes life just is. Mystery is sexy. She still can surprise me with whatever creative thought, story, or act she imagines. I surprise her with the thoughts I keep hidden from her and reveal at my discretion. Sometimes the simplest question can reveal the deepest truths we hide from the world. The question simply becomes this: Who is she? My submissive. Who am I? Her Master Dear Diary Ch. 07 * July 7 * Wow! what a nice holiday weekend... really a good time. There's a lot to tell, so i'll try to keep it short. I've been hanging out with Marie a lot. We've shopped, gone on double dates, that sort of thing. We've also kissed a few times, nothing sexual or anything. It's really weird, we're closer than i've ever been with anyone, but it's just a friendship. I don't think i'm lesbian or whatever, i really like guys. I just like hanging with Marie, too. So i'm just going with it. She and i spent the holiday weekend with her family at their cabin on the lake. There were burgers, fries, hot dogs, swimming, sunning... and i gave my first blowjob. I thought that would surprise you. It just all seemed right at the time, and i don't regret it too much. It would have been better if it had been someone i was dating... or at least interested in... maybe i should explain. We had been swimming all day. James, Marie, Stephen, and I. James is Marie's brother. Stephen is a friend that James brought along. I spent much of the weekend hitting on Stephen, but he seemed more interested in Marie. He was really good looking. James is also good looking; he looks like Marie, only male. He's a football runner of some sort, so he's in great shape. He eats constantly, and is a joker, too. The exact sort of guy you'd expect to be pulling your ponytail or snapping your bra strap or whatever. Anyway, we were all exhausted from swimming all day, and were lounging around the cabin that night after Marie's parents had gone to sleep. It was really hot in there, so we just never changed out of our swimsuits; i had on shorts over my bikini bottoms, and was wearing just the bikini top. Marie hadn't bothered with the shorts, and her bikini must have been at least one size too small - but that's just the way marie is. Stephen, naturally, couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was in a chair, Stephen on the floor, and James and I were on the couch together, him on one end and me on the other. We were watching TV, some science fiction movie. James was the first to give up on the evening. With a quick farewell greeting he wandered up to bed. Half an hour later Marie yawned and said she was going to bed too, then swayed her way up to the second floor bedroom, Stephen's eyes firmly glued to her ass, leaving Stephen and I alone. After a few minutes, he moved over to the couch to see the television better, so we were now within reach of each other. I could tell from the bulge in his trunks that Marie had gotten him excited. I wondered why he hadn't gone upstairs with her. We watched for a while, and i started to get tired. I was just about to go up to bed when i heard a noise. I took a careful, hidden look and saw Marie in a hidden corner of the upstairs, watching us. I wasn't sure how long she'd been there. She was wearing a nightshirt, standing in a darkened part of the cabin's balcony that looked down on the living room. I knew that she and I shared the same sickness: we liked to watch other people. So, i thought to myself, maybe i should give her a little show. After all, she hadn't invited Stephen up to her room, so he was fair game, right? I yawned once, and asked Stephen if it would be okay if i laid down on the couch. He said sure, and started to get up. I stopped him, and said "just sit on the end", so he did. I laid on my back, resting my head in his lap, and returned to watching television, making sure he had a good view of my cleavage. I could feel Marie's eyes on us, watching. The thought of being watched was almost as erotic as watching was, and i felt myself growing warm. I felt Stephen growing warm, too, or, if not warm, at least hard. I laughed inside at how easy it was to turn on a guy. Just put your head in his lap and he's yours forever. Or something like that. I didn't know if Marie would be angry that i was coming on to Stephen, but i figured that if she was, she'd come down and stop me. She didn't, and i knew it was time for my next move when Stephen's hand came to rest on my stomach. He did it very well, it seemed almost natural the way he dropped it there, but i knew what was in his mind by the signals his body was sending. I stretched, and rolled over onto my side, which had the effect of dropping Stephen's hand onto my hip, and depositing my hand on his thigh in front of my nose. I made some contented noises and went back to watching TV. I could tell that the proximity of my mouth to his tool was driving him nuts. His breathing was a little heavier, too. Unfortunately, i couldn't see Marie anymore, i wasn't sure if she was still watching. But i knew i needed a little more tension before moving on. Eventually, i got the sign that Stephen was ready: his hand slipped down and cupped my ass. I moaned happily, and he started running his hand all over my butt. I snuggled my face closer into his thigh, getting a sharp inhalation in return. I thought to myself, i guess Kelli's ass in the hand is better than the promise of Marie's bush. Or something. I wasn't thinking very clearly i guess! I was nervous. I'd never done this before - i'd never really even given a handjob. But my watching over the last months gave me a good idea of what i had to do. I slid my head down a little to give me access, and softly started to run my fingertips over the bulge in Stephen's trunks. He moaned, and grabbed my ass harder. i smiled. I kept my eyes closed to make sure we wouldn't meet each others' gaze - i didn't think i could handle that. I continued to stroke him very very lightly, as his caresses got harder and more urgent. He was touching me everywhere i had bare skin, and my butt. I could tell he wanted to touch my boobs, but was afraid to. I figured it was time for the next stage. Slowly i rolled over and crawled on top of him, kissing him deeply and straddling him, lowering my bikini clad bottom onto his hard on, guiding his hands to my breasts. Pleasure shot through me as i ground on him through our clothes, and his hands were quick to find my nipples, grabbing, squeezing. I pulled his head to my chest, and he started to suck on one of my nipples. I threw my head back in pleasure, and scanned the balcony for Marie. She was still in her corner, sitting now. I caught her eye, and she looked startled that i knew she was there. I smiled at her, licked my lips, and blew her a kiss while Stephen licked my breasts. I watched her as i ground into him harder, and made him moan. I decided it was time to give Stephen his reward. I climbed off of him and stripped off my dangling bikini top. I motioned him to lie down, and pulled his trunks off of him in one swift motion, leaving his erection bouncing in the air. I knelt on the floor by his waist and started to slowly jerk him off, my fist squeezing him as it moved up and down. After a few feeble attempts to reach me from his lying position, he fell back and closed his eyes, his arm falling limply to the floor. I watched Marie as i stroked him. She was visibly aroused, her nipples poking into her shirt. She was sitting on the balcony's floor. One hand dropped to her waist, then slipped under her nightshirt. I saw her lips part as she touched herself, her eyes glued to Stephen's naked tool. I used both hands now, alternating between his balls and his cock, getting more and more moans from him, his hips now thrusting into my hands. And then, surprising all of us, i think, he was in my mouth. I don't remember deciding, i don't remember leaning forward, i just remember the feel of the smooth skin of his dick sliding between my lips. My tongue welcomed him, spiraling around the head as it slid past and i took him deeper. I relaxed my throat, and let him slide as far in as i could. As i slid him back out i sucked, my tongue against him the whole way, keeping my lips tight. I slid him out, and looked directly at Marie. Her head was leaning against the wall, her hands moving fast under her nightshirt, her eyes riveted to mine as i slowly dropped my lips to his cock and sucked him in again. I kept her eyes locked as my head dropped down and down, until i had him all in this time. As i slid him out again, he came, spraying my mouth and face with salty cum. It was everywhere, on both my cheeks, my eyelashes, and my hair. His moaning almost covered the sound of Marie's moaning. I couldn't do anything but laugh at the thought of how i must look, covered in Stephen's juices. So i did what any good girl would do: i grabbed his head, gave him a deep french kiss so he'd have to deal with the taste of the stuff too, then ran up the stairs to my bedroom and locked the door. During the night i was awakened twice by people trying to come in. I didn't bother to unlock the door. I figured i'd been a big enough slut for one day. I'm not sure what came over me, dear diary, and i don't know what i'm going to do about it. But once i figure it out, i'll be sure to tell you! xoxo Kel :) * * * * * To Be Continued... Dear Diary Ch. 07 Dear Diary, So Dru finally dragged me out of my slump... and I'm still an idiot but I might as well do what Luke is and not be retarded. So I'm going on a date tonight with a very nice guy named Chris, he asked me out a couple times before but I always said no since I was concentrating completely on Luke... Still wish I just hadn't talked to him about seeing other people. I wish I'd just said I wanted to see just him instead of getting freaked out... I feel so stupid. Anyway, at least I look good. And I'm feeling better. Almost time for the date... *sigh* Dear Diary, Incredibly uncomfortable, when Chris and I were walking down the street to the restaurant, I definitely saw Luke with some of his friends on the other side of the street. He looked soooo stricken... I wonder if I looked like that when I saw that girl kiss him. And there was definitely no misinterpreting, Chris had his arm around my waist, pulled in close. I have to admit, it kind of gave me a rush to know that Luke was now seeing ME with someone else, and even though we weren't kissing we were obviously on a date. I did let Chris kiss me at the end of the date... it was nice, sweet. Very soft. But he wasn't Luke. And even though I'm kind of attracted to him, and we had a good date I still just want to date Luke. Man I'm a stupid girl sometimes. Dear Diary, OH MY GOD. Absolutely insane. So, a couple hours after Chris walked me back to my room, there's this really hard knocking on the door and I hear Luke calling out my name! So I open the door, and there he is, looking a little worse for the wear and he just GRABS me and starts kissing me really deep and pushing me back to the bed! I managed to get the door closed behind him, but then his arms just pulled me against him and wouldn't let go. There was something intensely possessive about it... and thank God Dru was out for the night already. He pushed me back onto the bed and he was kissing me soooo deeply, it made my entire body tingle. And then he started practically ripping both of our clothes off, I couldn't even do ANYTHING... especially since he was lying completely across me. It was so hot though, like he had to have me right then and there and I don't think he would have even cared if Dru HAD been home! It was really rough, and at the same time REALLY hot. His hands squeezed my breasts soooo tight and then all of the sudden he was thrusting into me, and I wasn't really ready and it hurt a little but felt SO good at the same time! Being not quite wet enough seemed to make me even tighter and we were both gasping as he shoved inside me, he was squeezing my breasts so hard I felt like they were going to pop! And then he kind of groaned and started thrusting back and forth, really hard, one arm wrapped around my body while he kept squeezing my boobs with his other hand. Then he pressed his lips against the nape of my neck and started sucking, I tried to push him off at first because I didn't want a hickey, but he wouldn't let go! It was like he was determined to leave a mark on me, HIS mark... and as my pussy got wetter and wetter I stopped caring. Just having him inside me felt so good... and the next thing I knew his lips were off of my neck and mine were on his! I was using my teeth too, biting down, and I didn't even realize it at first... The entire time I was sucking on his neck and he was fucking me he was whispering, "Mine mine mine mine... say you're mine... mine... ALL mine..." I let go of his neck and my lips felt so swollen from sucking on his skin, and I said, "I'm yours... I'm yours, just yours, and YOU'RE MINE!" And he just started fucking me even harder, and I cried out... it felt like we were going to go through the bed! Then he grabbed my hands and held them above my head, and basically held me down while he just fucked me harder and harder, and his face got all twisted up... and then I was screaming because I was cumming so hard. He held me down the whole time, just thrusting and thrusting while I writhed underneath him, and just as I thought I was finishing he went into a kind of rapid-fire and then shoved deeply all the way and held it there. I could feel his dick swelling up inside me, and for the first time I realized that he wasn't even wearing a condom and that he was going to cum INSIDE me for the first time and my orgasm just exploded into another one. Waves of pleasure, gripping both of us... he was so hard and immobile on top of me and I couldn't stop rubbing my pussy against him, I could actually FEEL him spurting inside of me. It was safe enough, I was on the pill after all... my mother had always told me to use two kinds of birth control to be sure but I hadn't missed a day of taking my pill ever since Luke and I FIRST started having sex. He lay on top of me for awhile, just stroking my hair and we were murmuring to each other... I don't even know what. Just like, how much we liked each other and how jealous we'd been and how silly it had all been... I told him that I'd wanted to be exclusive but I'd been afraid that HE wouldn't, and I'd just made a mess of the whole thing. He told me that after the girl kissed him he just kinda pulled away and actually left the party. So neither of us did anything more than kiss someone else... which is nice to know. Not that it would have mattered anyway, since we weren't actually together, if he had done something more, but it might have bothered me. Anyway, he slept over that night and we are now OFFICIALLY together. Dear Diary, Chris asked me out on a second date... had to tell him no. I felt kind of bad about it... but can't do anything about it. He was really sweet about it though, very in character... he's such a nice guy, I think if I hadn't found Luke first I could have definitely dated Chris. But I'm very happy with Luke... especially because he says tomorrow he has a surprise for me. Something fun and kinky! Dear Diary Ch. 07 Nov. 24 Marie left earlier yesterday to visit her father and she also went to talk to him about coming back home. I hope she succeeds, I miss Michael very badly. I wonder if my family is cursed, now that Marie seems to have fallen under the incest virus and confessed feelings, other then normal daughter ones, for me yesterday. But what's more disturbing is that it turned me on. I took out my sexual frustrations as I watched my other children screwing like bunnies in Mary's room as Marie left. Marie kissed my neck and ear on her way out and I damn near had an orgasm from that alone. After she left with her teasing self, I fingered myself to two orgasms as I watched the others. I then got disgusted with myself and quickly closed the door and went to lay in my room for a bit. Later after supper, the kids were hanging out, playing with each other, petting and touching as the always seem to be doing these days. Since I won't join in and they don't wish to make me uneasy by trying much anymore to bring me in, they usually wind up again in one of their bedrooms for another round. I honestly can say that I want to join them, but I can't. So I feel isolated, from their play, from my husband, from friends...from everything. This huge secret is eating away at me and I feel so lost these days. I couldn't sleep so I got up near midnight and tried to watch TV in the living room, but it didn't help. I then heard footsteps in the kitchen and looked up and saw Mary... "Can I join you mommy, I couldn't sleep." Mary asked her quietly and Susan nodded at her daughter. "You couldn't sleep either?" She asked her mother as she sat next to her. Susan looked at her youngest child as she sat on the couch next to her. "No, I couldn't honey, I was...I was thinking way to much to sleep." Susan told her, and Mary looked at her and nodded sadly to her mother, then after a few seconds hesitation, she buried her head in her mother's lap, crying. "I'm sorry mommy, it's all my fault...all mine! If I hadn't of done the things I did daddy wouldn't have left and we would still be a family!" Mary sobbed out, her tears making her mother's lap damp. Susan nodded, in agreement, but remained silent, only stroking her daughter's hair in response. "Maybe, but if I had handled things different, it wouldn't have gotten to this point either." Susan suggested to her daughter, but Mary fiercely shook her head in her lap, looking up at her mother now. "No mommy, it wouldn't have! Maybe it would have happened a bit later, but it would have been the same way." Mary uttered out with certainty to her mother. Susan looked at her child in astonishment at her statement. "Mary, how can you know?" She asked her daughter as she looked down at her. "Mom...I know! I know, because...because it feels like I have a demon inside me." Mary asserted and she started to laugh at her mother's expression as she looked up at her. "Well not in me...but in my...well, my...pussy." Mary said and it was Susan's time to laugh now. "Mary, you just grew up is all..." Susan started to tell her daughter. "No mom, I know, but it's different with me! I've talked to all the girls at school this past year and I know they get horny and all but mine...my pussy...I'm horny every minute of every day! I've felt like such a freak this past year at school, I had to go to the bathroom at least half a dozen times to finger myself to even do my work. And I was...am, so shy at school. And that just made it worse!" Mary confided in her mother quickly, fearing she would lose her courage, having held this in for so long. "Mary, that doesn't mean you have a demon in you honey!" Susan gasped at her daughter with a smile. "I know, mom...I was being dramatic...but I know I'm a freak! I mean from what Peter says I stay more horny then even the boys..." Mary told her. "You're taking advice from Peter...I think you have brain damage more then anything Mary! I'm sure you're fine sweetie..." Susan said, trying to sooth her daughter's concerns. But Mary shook her head fiercely. "Mommy, you don't understand...I couldn't sleep because I'm so horny, I usually am this time of night. I just finished having at least a dozen orgasms with Peter and Genie and they were nodding off, so they went to bed, but I'm still buzzing down there. I have to masturbate every night several times, every night mom! I'm so horny right now mommy..." Mary told her mother, and Susan interrupted her daughter. "So you came in her to just beg sex off of me, is this what this is? Go wake one of the other's if your urges are getting the better of you. I can't believe..." Susan railed against her daughter, looking down at her, but stopping when Mary started sobbing again. "No mommy, I wasn't" Mary sobbed out as tears streamed down her face. "I was just telling you how I felt; I wasn't asking you...I wasn't! It's just...it's almost so bad at times it almost hurts, and that's why I couldn't sleep...I was just explaining..." Mary sobbed again as she looked up at her mother. "Shhh Mary...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I'm sorry honey." Susan muttered softly to her crying daughter, tenderly stroking her hair as she looked at her. "I would have just stayed in bed and fingered myself, but I thought I heard you up and wanted to tell you that and I was sorry and that was all mommy, I'm not lying..." Mary blubbered on but Susan softly covered her daughter's mouth with her fingers. "I know Mary and I'm sorry if I implied you were...it's just I've been rather frustrated lately as well." Susan told her softly. "I know mommy and I'm sorry, because it's my entire fault..." Mary started again, but Susan pinched her mouth shut tenderly and smiled down at her daughter. She then removed her fingers and placed a soft kiss onto her daughter's mouth. "Mary...it's ok." Susan told her, and then stared down at her daughter. She then leaned over again and Mary was surprised when she felt her mother's tongue invade her mouth. But after a second she returned the gesture and after a few more seconds she reached up and embraced her kissing mother. They both moaned and swapped tongues like that for some while until Susan broke the embrace as she needed to breathe. She looked down at her now squirming daughter as she moved in her lap, her own hand massaging her small breasts. "Oh God mommy, I'm burning up now." Mary moaned out softly, her eyes locking with her mother's now. Susan nibbled on her lip, and then glanced down her daughter's body. She slid her hand to rest over her daughter crotch. Mary gasped at her touch. "Is this where that demon lives?" Susan asked in a husky voice, giving her daughter a wicked grin. Mary smiled up at her and nodded quickly. "Let's see if we can get him out of there then." Susan said, and moved her hand up and into her daughter's panties, having only that and a nightgown on when she came into he room. Mary gasped loudly when she felt her mother's fingers as they reached, then entered her pussy lips. "OH GOD MOMMY!" Mary grunted out, her body supercharged from need and the first real sexual contact from her mother, her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She grabbed her mothers arm as her body shot upward. "Oh God...awwwww ggaawwwdd...OOOHHHHHHH GGGOOOOODDDDDD!" Mary shouted out as she held onto her mother's arm as if it was a lifeline, bucking against it while her mother fought to keep her finger's inside her daughter and plunging into her. Susan raised her other leg to support her daughter as she jerked and bucked against her, giving animal grunts and whimpers as she continued to orgasm. Susan felt the flood coming from her daughter and grinned at the mess she knew she would have to clean off the couch. Mary gave a final shudder and collapsed against her mother, burying her head into Susan's chest. "My, that was a big one! Is that demon out you think?" Susan teased her daughter, Mary giggled, but shook her head. "That helped mommy...thank you. I can probably sleep now, though he still is in there." Mary told her mother, looking up at her. Susan raised her eyebrow at her daughter. "Still in there? I'm not sure I want my daughter still being possessed...maybe this demon needs a good tongue lashing to get him out!" Susan said playfully to her daughter, but with a straight face as she sat her daughter up and stood up. Mary looked at her in amazement, not believing what she had heard. She blushed as she watched her mother move down further on the couch and knelt before her legs. "Let me tell that demon to get out..." Susan grinned wickedly as she opened her daughter's legs and moved between them. "Oh Mommy!" Was all Mary could say as she watched her mother's face disappear between her legs, and then felt the first contact of her mother's tongue against her labia. "Oh god mommy...mommy, lick my pussy!" Mary then felt just that as Susan began to vigorously stroke her daughter's wet pussy. She wasn't sure what to do; she had never been with another woman as such, and she figured the kitchen incident didn't count. But she didn't mind the taste or smell, she didn't mind her own juices, which she had often licked from her own fingers after masturbation or licking her husbands cock after he had been inside her. So, Susan licked her daughter like she would a lollypop or such...slow and reaching deep into the crevasses. But it was a new experience with her face now coated and her daughter juices even going up her nose. "Oh Jesus mommy, lick my clit!" Mary begged her mother, the slow licking being torture and wanting to come again. "This is a clit right?" Her mother asked teasingly as Mary felt a tongue begin to stroke the tender button. "Oh God Yesss Mommy...Lick my fucking clit...lick it, lick! Oh faster mommy!" Mary pleaded with her and seconds later felt the faster and increased pressure against her love button. She grabbed her mother hair with both hands as she humped her hips upward. "Oh God there...Oh god mommy...lick...aahhhh yessss...uuhhhhh yessss...uhhhhh...AAARRGGGHHHHHHH!" Mary screamed aloud as she clamped her legs over her mother's head, almost to swallow her whole into her orgasming pussy. She humped against her mother's licking, sucking mouth, as waves tore through her hips and stomach and her body trembled with an incredible intense orgasm. Near the end Susan forced her daughter's legs open and rose up to gasp for air as Mary continued to wiggle before her. "Jesus Mary...trying...to...kill me!" Susan gasped out between breaths. She looked down as her daughter collapsed onto the couch, her legs splaying open obscenely as her orgasm subside, her body jerking silently still. "You didn't tell me you tried to kill your victim's young lady." Susan told her daughter with a smirk. Mary grinned weakly at her through one open eye. She then began to laugh. Susan gave her a quizzical look. "You look a mess mom!" Mary said as she laughed. Susan then noticed her face and mouth were dripping her daughter's juices from her chin. She brought her hand up to wipe herself off and found even her eyebrows were slightly wet. Susan laughed then, but gave her daughter a funny look. "Eww, I'm all gooey!" Susan said jokingly and gave a face to her daughter. Mary sat up and grabbed he head. "Here, let me..." Mary told her, and then began licking her juices off her mother's face. Susan almost orgasmed right there, it was so erotic she thought. She let her daughter slowly get her clean. Then Mary kissed her mother and again their tongues danced together for a minute. Mary pulled back and smiled at her mother. "Your turn now mommy..." Mary suggested as she tried to push her mother backward. Susan started to go back, knowing what her daughter intended, and certainly needing relief now, but something inside still resisted giving in. She pushed back, and softly pulled her daughter's hand aside. "Arrgghh...dammit Mary! I'm sorry, but I...I can't let you." Susan said weakly, wanting so bad to let her daughter help her. Mary gave her a hurt look. "Mommy, why not? I know you need..." Mary replied and Susan stopped her. "YES I DO! Sorry, but I cant sweetie, it's still not right for your father. I don't think helping you out was so bad. But even that I probably shouldn't have done but...I did. I don't want to do that to your father, and I've already done too much to hurt him." She explained to her daughter. Mary nodded, looking subdued, but then gave her mother a smile. "I love you mommy, I just wanted to make you happy as well, but...ok." Mary said simply, not wanting to argue or push her mother more then she already had done recently. Susan sighed and smiled back at her. "You good to go for sleep?" Susan asked her daughter. Mary nodded. "Yeah, I think so; just have to clean up first...dry panties and all. I think you need the same mom." Mary told her, grinning as she looked at her. They both laughed. "True, I'll take a shower after..." Susan told her as she stood up and helped her daughter stand. "After what mommy?" Mary asked her, hoping her mother was changing her mind about her helping. Susan rolled her eyes and blushed slightly. "After I use momma's little helper back in my room. Now go." Susan said, gently swatting her daughter on the butt. Mary laughed and stuck out her ass. "Keep doing that mommy and I certainly won't get any sleep tonight." Mary said with a evil grin at her mother. Susan shook her head and giggled, but raised her hand and pointed toward the back of the house. "To bed girl...alone hopefully!" Susan told her daughter and Mary laughed. "And don't wake the others please, even if you still get an itch down there. Mary laughed again, but nodded to her. "I wont mom, I promise. See you in the morning." Mary said and rushing forward kissed her mother on the mouth quickly. She then started off toward the kitchen and the back of the house. "More like afternoon at this rate..." Susan muttered to herself as she watched her daughter leave the kitchen and down into the dining room, out of view. She sighed as she looked at the wet spot on the couch and laughed. "Jesus, I have a squirter for a daughter." She sighed with a grin as she went to get a towel to clean up the mess...THEN she would relieve the pressure she felt between her legs. "Oh yeah...afternoon for sure." She told herself, feeling like one or two orgasms probably wouldn't relive enough pressure for her to sleep well. "Oh well." She sighed again as grabbed two towels to clean the mess and laughed again shaking her head. ...I can't believe what I did with Mary. I know I felt bad for her and I do honestly think she wasn't just trying to lure me in to doing what I did, but fingering then licking my baby girl to orgasm was something new for me. And I'm feeling a ton of guilt over it. Do I tell Michael about this? I'm sure it will make him angrier; more convinced that I'm sick and that he should leave me! I was able to get sleep last night finally, but only after seriously draining the batteries from my bed buddy I keep in the bedside table. I never did take that shower last night and I reek of sex smells. After I finish this I'll jump in and get clean. I wonder if Marie had any luck talking to her father. I hope so, though I can't get my hopes up. Marie came awake with a start, hearing the alarm go off. She looked up, seeing her father's wristwatch on the side table, figuring that it was the culprit. She glanced at her father and quickly grabbed the watch and taking a few seconds to figure it out, silenced the alarm...at least she hoped. Her father stirred a bit, but didn't wake fully. "Drink has that effect on people." Marie muttered under her breath, thinking her father would be harder to wake hung over...kind of like the way her head was throbbing slightly at that moment. She looked at her father, watching him sleep...the rise of his chest, his nose flaring as he breathed. "I bet you won't let us do more of what we did last night, not after what you said before we went to sleep. You stubborn ass...you aren't gong to make this easy on me on you?" Marie muttered to herself, grinning at her father's sleeping form. Looks like another ambush I guess, she thought to herself as she gently removed her panties and nightgown. "Once more into the breach..." She muttered aloud as she slowly lifted the covers and moved her body around. Michael wasn't sure what to make of what he felt. It almost felt like he was peeing, then it suddenly occurred to him he was in bed. He quickly started to get up to rush to the bathroom, only to discover two things. First he couldn't move very well, someone was restraining his hips and torso. The second was not that he had to pee, but that a warm wet mouth was at that moment enveloping his penis. He threw back the covers as best he could, but even as he did he knew who it was and what she was doing. "Jesus Marie! You can't do this...!" Michael told her daughter in a pleading voice. Her only reply was a muffled response and a nod. He wasn't totally erect yet, but with him buried deeply in her wet, hot mouth...it wouldn't be long before he was. He couldn't even see her to plead with her...her open legs and pussy only inches from his face. She had covered both shoulders with her legs and knees and he then said the first thing that came to his mind. "How in the hell did you get over me like this and not wake me!" He groaned, feeling his erection attaining full mast. "Jesus Marie, please stop!" He told her, not wanting to himself, but thinking he should. He sighed and tried to buck her off or roll, but she had a tight grip on his legs and she moved her legs to behind his head as he roll to his side. She used her elbow to roll them back over to his back. She quickly lifted her mouth off his erection. "You do that again you get a bite." Marie mumbled, and then engulfed his cock again. "Oh Jesus Marie...uuhh...this isn't fair!" Michael moaned out, feeling his body responding more to her mouth, and now feeling her hands massaging his inner thighs, even her finger tips rubbing his ball sack. She lifted her head again. "You're right, it's not fair...lick my pussy!" Marie she muttered out as she again swallowed his cock. "I can't stop you from sucking my cock, but I don't have to eat your pussy young lady!" He told her adamant that she wasn't going to get everything she wanted. In response she flexed her young and very fit legs and pushed his head up and into her crotch. But still he fought and remained an inch or so away, seeing her pussy flair open and dripping wet. He shook his head and pushed back on her legs. "Dammit no Marie!" He told her, feeling if he did he was totally giving in to what he didn't want...or at least that's what he told himself. He felt a sharp pinch or pressure on his cock. "Ouch! Dammit Marie did you bite me?" He growled out, not believing she was serious. "Wik it ammit!" She mumbled to him with her mouth full of his cock. He actually laughed at her, but stopped when he felt her teeth pressing again into his shaft. "Ok, ok...but this is under duress." He told her with a smile, not believing what was going on but finding it humorous. He leaned in the last little bit and began to lick at the outside of her pussy. He heard her moan around his member and after a half minute she released his head, but slid her hips back as his head met the pillow....she was making sure he couldn't move much...or breathe for that matter. "Marie...air!" He cried out and felt he lessen he weight slightly. But she continued to grind down on his mouth and he still had some trouble breathing, so he figured he better get her off quick if he wanted to live. He licked and probed her as fast as his tongue would allow. In a minute her body was rocking back and forth and Marie popped her mouth off of his cock for air. Dear Diary Ch. 07 Dear Diary, It's March Madness, which means to me frustrating days without seeing my master as long as the games continue. My master told me to experience "uncharted territory" and come back with fascinating as well as titillating stories to tell him during our time apart. I really wasn't sure about going to a lifestyle club, but I knew I would see my master much quicker if I went and did as he asked. I had no idea that I would have a night to remember, an entire night of addicting sex. Lifestyle clubs are interesting in which they serve as a place where anything goes, and anyone is fair game... Before all this started, before my master entered my life, I was a good, church going girl who never dreamed she would take his offer and walk through the looking glass, to become Alice, a woman who likes all things kinky and erotic. He dares me to go further, to test the boundaries of the unknown, the forbidden. He's opened my eyes to possibilities I've never considered, fantasies I've had, but never admitted to wanting. I went to the lifestyle club, dressed to tease, to seduce. I was with a friend of mine, a woman with kissable lips, pierced nipples begging for a taste, and a body with curves in all the right places. She wasn't feeling girl time tonight so I knew if I wanted to play, I needed to find a man, someone who could keep me interested, someone to fascinate me, fuck me. I often find that when you aren't actively looking, the best experiences tend to occur. At the club, there was this man with beautiful "fuck me eyes", eyes that offered a glimpse of wicked pleasure as well as a promise of mischievous fun. I had met him previously at another event, but I had no idea he was interested in me. He was with someone else this evening, but I did know that at places like these, being with someone else doesn't matter as much as opportunity. I introduced myself to others, flirted with old acquaintances, never letting him out of my sight, waiting for the perfect opportunity, the best chance to seduce and conquer. His date wasn't feeling well and he took her home, telling everyone he would be back. I wished her well, sorry she wasn't feeling well, but not sorry for a chance to get what I wanted, what I needed. While he was gone, I danced and drank, feeling reckless with all the sights and sounds of a lifestyle club. I watched kisses, caresses, even acts of sex as I waited, becoming aroused with the freedom, with the carnal nature of the evening. Seeing him return, I left the dance floor and made sure I would cut him off before the dance floor, in the area of the playrooms. I stopped in front of him and pushed him into a room. "Hey sexy," I purred, ready to pounce, to play. "Hey, yourself," he responded equally ready to play, to explore. Words were needless then, since we both knew what was going to happen next. Pushing me gently onto the bed, he leaned over me to kiss me, our tongues leisurely tasting one another, exploring. He broke the kiss to ask me to scoot to the edge of the bed and I complied, both of us removing my clothing. He kneeled between my legs and began to taste me, licking my pussy lips and clit before he began to suck hard on it. I fell back onto the bed in ecstasy, my moans coming easily and effortlessly as he made me cum repeatedly. He was a pro at finding out what I liked and how I liked it. I cupped my breasts as he licked me, pinching my nipples to heighten my pleasure as well as fulfill my need for pain. "That looks so sexy," he tells me, pausing for a moment to tell me this. I looked down at him, his face shiny and wet with me and I want to kiss him, taste me off of his face. I crook my finger to beckon him upwards, to kiss me. He moves up my body and we kiss, this time more passionately and intense. In between kisses, his clothes disappear, but we continue to explore as well as taste each other. He tasted my lips, my nipples, other parts of my body, in no hurry to rush the act. Honestly, diary, there was a reason he was in no hurry to rush the act of fucking...this man was "blessed" and I do mean "blessed". Looking at him, I was reminded of the times I watched Mandingo perform, loving the way he took care of his ladies, but afraid of the size. I am not a size girl because I have a tiny pussy; furthermore, frankly most men with dicks this size usually aren't good lovers since they believe that ramming that sucker home will make a woman cum. "I have a tiny pussy," I blurted out, nervous. I had no idea how this would work, how I would be able to take all of him. He laughed. "I'll take care of you, you can do this." He kisses me again and I forgot about my nerves for a bit. He played and learned my body, learned that I liked teeth on my nipples as well as all over my body. I enjoyed his learning, climaxing over and over again until I forgot about being nervous and wanted to be fucked. "Don't you want to be inside of me?" I asked with a smile, wanting to get past the anticipation, the worry. "In due time," he said and continued to tease and taste my body. Finally, he climbed on top of me and slid slowly inside me. I could feel everything and I do mean...everything. I felt so full and I knew I didn't even have half of him inside me. He teased his strokes so that each stroke he went deeper and deeper, his eyes staring into mine, and I felt the pleasure spiral inside of me with his strokes. We played like that for awhile until I began to get frustrated, for I was so close, but I needed something and I wasn't quite sure what it was. Apparently, he did. "Turn over," he told me, withdrawing out of me. He positioned my body so that my head was down on the bed, my arms stretched out in front of me, my back slanted so that my ass was in the air. It felt like yoga except I was naked on a bed at a lifestyle club. "Grab the edge of the bed," he said and I did, my hands holding the edge of the bed as instructed. He entered me slowly and it was the same as before, feeling full and knowing he wasn't all the way inside me, except this time I felt the tingles of what was missing before. He slid all the way in and I moaned, very close to an intense climax. "Fuck, that feels so good," I moaned, clutching the bed tighter. He began to move faster so that I lost all sense of words, all sense of thought. I lost count of how many times he made me cum this way, my mouth and throat sore and dry, but beyond caring because it felt so fucking good. I wanted this moment to last forever, but I needed one more thing, one more act to satisfy my desires, my needs. "Wait," I said, pushing up on my knees and elbows. He ceased moving inside of me, pausing to see what exactly I wanted. "Come here," I beckoned and he withdrew from my pussy to move onto the bed with me. I brought his head down to mine for a kiss, devouring his lips, his tongue before positioning my body for maximum impact. Diary, it shouldn't come as a shock that I needed to feel him in my mouth. My oral fixation has been a long-standing desire that I love to fulfill, to give to others. He has more than earned it this evening and I wanted to try it to test my limits. I moved my body so that I was on my side, my head right around his hips so that my hips were by his head as well. I removed the condom, glancing up at him before I began. His beautiful eyes encouraged, challenged me to push my limits, see if I could take all of him. Never breaking eye contact, I wet my lips and opened my lips wide, slowly sliding my mouth down his hard cock. I'm not going to lie, that was the first time my mouth and throat were full of cock, as I continued to move until he hit the back of my throat with his length and thickness, but I've never been a girl to back down from a challenge. I licked, sucked, and used my tongue and mouth all over his hard cock. It was the first time I needed to take multiple breaks for air during a blow job, but he let me. He would hold my head tight when he was in my throat, holding me in place as I licked and sucked, but then allowing me to move, to release when I felt the need for air. He read me well so well that I never panicked or gagged while pleasing him. I was enjoying this moment, learning him, his likes and taste, when he decided turnabout was fair play. Once, during a conversation before this moment, there were a bunch of us discussing sexual positions and likes. "Fuck me eyes" mentioned he liked licking pussy. I arched an eyebrow in disbelief. There are those that say they love licking pussy, yet when you give them a chance you get five little licks before they are done. He wasn't lying. Even though he licked and sucked on my clit earlier, he was a quick study. This time, he knew what to do to make me cum fast and hard. I tried to keep him all the way in my mouth as he pushed me to an intense clitoral orgasm, but the most I could do was suck on the head of his cock as my eyes rolled in the back of my head while I violently shuddered from his mouth. He teased me that way for awhile, drawing out my pleasure while I became a heap of quivering muscles on the bed. After one particularly intense orgasm, I scooted away from his mouth, wanting more of his fucking. I turned over and arched my ass in the air. He needed no more encouragement than that, grabbing another condom, and moving behind me. Before this, he was gentle with me, letting me adjust to his thickness and length, but now? It was like practice was over, time for me to show what I've learned, to take all he wanted to give me. He slid into me without pause, pulling my hips closer as he fucked me ruthlessly, without quarter, knowing it was what we both wanted. My fingers clenched the sheets, as I turned my head, lost in sensation. He began to smack my ass hard while he fucked me, pausing to say, "Good girl" as I began to shudder from another intense climax. My body continued to convulse, his dominance of me, mentally and physically getting to me. I had to give him credit, for our first time fucking he figured out without me telling him that I needed pain with my pleasure. I didn't want this moment to end and it seemed like fate was smiling upon me because he was still hard, still fucking me. I felt like a goddess, all sweaty and boneless, wanting nothing more than what he gave so easily. He asked me to log into my phone and handed it to me. I logged in and handed it back, wanting more, craving more. Nothing mattered at that moment except receiving the pleasure he offered. I heard him snap pictures using my phone and I waited, my pussy clamping down on his dick as he snapped photos. He handed my phone back to me so that he could resume fucking me. He paused again to reach into his bag he had next to the bed. He rubbed lube into my pussy, adding more lubrication. He also added lubrication to my asshole. Once again, I was blissfully happy. My inner whore was in control and could care less what he wanted as long as he made me cum. I felt pressure and was unsure of what was there until I felt the vibration of the bullet. He began moving inside of me again, the bullet vibrating hard in my ass and him stretching my pussy full of cock. I don't think I used words at this point. I moaned, I shook, I shuddered and convulsed, soaking the sheets beneath me with my orgasms. Time ceased to matter, I became obsessed with feeling him bring me to another earth shattering climax. I became a mindless, obsessed junkie, fixated on experiencing another hit, another trip. I felt him get close to his because he began to fuck me harder, which triggered about three more orgasms out of me. He collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and sated. He removes the bullet before withdrawing out of me to lie next to me on the bed. I look at him, dazed and speechless. With the exception of my master and one other, I've never had a man bring me to this point the first time fucking me. He kisses me hard on the lips and begins to dress. I reach for my clothes, dressing without putting on my thongs or socks. I decide to go sans underwear and socks, putting on the halter top and pants. He turns me to face him, kissing me again. "Next time we are going to get hard, fast, and furious," he said in between kisses. "Something tells me we will need lots of lube," he said and kissed me one more time before he left. I sat on the bed, still stunned and disheveled. My hair was a mess, my body and lips deliciously sore. "Fuck me," I said. I snapped a picture of myself and sent a picture to my best friend. "I think I'm broken," I texted. "Girl, he done fucked up your weave," she texted back quickly. "You must feel good." I laughed. I did feel good. I finished dressing so that I could find my girlfriend and get ready to leave. On the car ride back to the hotel, I leaned my head against the window, lost in my thoughts. Back in my room, I scrolled through my phone and found the four pictures of us. Looking at the photos, I was surprised at how sexy they were as well as surprised at the tug of lust I felt just by looking at them. I sent all four to him with a smiley face. I knew I was going to sleep well tonight. I also knew that I wasn't ready to share this experience with my master...at least not yet. I plan to use this night as an incentive for him to come over and punish me. Ha! I also knew I would see "fuck me eyes" again...and soon. Until then diary, His naughty submissive Dear Diary Ch. 08 - August 5 - I got great news today, diary! Both Marie and I are going to the same college! She was just able to get in; i've been accepted since May. It's going to be such fun! - August 12 - I leave for college in a week, there's so much to do! no time to write right now, except to say that Marie and I don't get to be roommates, it was too late for that. but that's okay, at least we'll get to hang out together. - September 10 - College is great! I love being away from home. sure the work is hard, but there's a lot of fun, too, and the freedom is amazing! Tomorrow Marie and I are going to the closest big city... she brought a car, which is the best, i'll tell you more later. - September 13 - Have i told you about my roommate? Her name is Sarah. She's gorgous, seems like basically a country girl. She's from idaho, or oregon, or somewhere out west. She's about 5-5, with lots of legs and lots of chest and lots of natural blond hair on top. Blue eyes, long eyelashes, and a great tight body. I'm jealous. And she doesn't seem to realize the effect she has on men. She wanders around the campus in tight t-shirts and cutoff jean shorts that look like they've been painted on, and the men drool, and she flirts, and doesn't realize that they're hers for the taking. Amazing. I hang around with her sometimes just to get the falloff attention when she ignores them. And Marie's really busy with her roommate, but we still get to see each other about 4 times a week, so that's great. we eat together a lot. Anyway, that's life at college! I'll tell you more later. - September 24 - I've found out some new information on Sarah. She's not quite the "simple country girl" i had thought she was! Let me step back... earlier in the year, we had agreed on a system where if one of us wanted the room to themselves, we'd let the other know in advance if we could, then hang a "do not disturb" sign that i stole from a hotel on the doorknob. We each had friends we could go stay with for a day or an evening or something. Well, Sarah said she might want the room one friday night, so i made arrangements to stay with Marie. I forgot clothes to sleep in, though, so i went back to the room to get them around 10pm. There was no sign on the door so i went inside. I was getting my stuff together when i heard the knob start to twist. I figured it was probably just Sarah, but then i heard a man's voice. In a moment of panic, i did what any normal person would do - i dived into the closet and pulled the door mostly shut, hiding in the dark. Why? i have no idea. Perhaps my subconscious is really demented. Who knows? but that's what i did. So there i am, sitting on the floor of the closet, looking through the crack in the door. I saw Sarah come in with a really cute guy i'd seen her with before. Josh is about 6 feet tall, which makes him look like a giant next to Sarah. He's what i would call an ordinary kind of guy, you take one look at him and think "okay", except that he's somehow gorgeous at the same time. I'm not sure if it's his eyes (green), his skin (perfect), his body (very athletic looking, from what i've seen - he tends to wear baggy clothes, so i don't really know), or his personality (which is great), but he just comes across as gorgeous. Sarah looks perfect next to him, except for being so short in comparison. He's dark where she's light - they're a good pair. All i cared about was that he was nice to her, since she's such a giving, sweet person. Sarah told him sweetly that she'd be just a minute, and walked into the bathroom attached to our room. Josh wandered around the room, looking at things, walking into and out of my vision as he did. I head Sarah's voice through the bathroom door yell "almost ready," and then josh sat down on Sarah's bed, across the room from the closet, and well within my field of vision. Hell, wherever he was taking her, i wanted to go too! I heard the door open, then the lights in the room flicked off, leaving the room dark except for the moonlight and streetlights coming in through the window. Josh was partially illuminated. What the hell... i started to think. Then i heard Sarah speak. If i hadn't known that it was Sarah, i wouldn't have believed it. The normal, fun-loving Sarah voice was gone. In it's place was a deeper, huskier, all around sexier sound. And it was saying something i couldn't imagine Sarah saying. "MMMM, lover... stand up and turn around so i can see that ass." I watched, mouth open in suprise, as Josh stood up and turned around. He didn't look suprised. What the hell... i thought again. "Bare it for me" came the voice, like liquid seduction. Josh's pants fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, followed quickly by his underwear. His shirt joined the pile, and his sandals, leaving him naked in the moonlight. I sat there, in the closet, taking this all in. Whatever had made Josh seem gorgeous before was in full force now. His body was fantastic, at least the back of it. Perfect muscles, all up and down his body. His butt especially was perfect; there's nothing else to say about it, it was perfect. I was instantly jealous of Sarah. She was so good looking, and she had this guy obeying her every request. Then Sarah walked into my view, well, her back, anyway. My mind quit thinking "what the hell..." like it had been, and moved on to "what the fuck?" Sarah was not, in any way, a country girl right now. It started with black high heels that must have been5 or 6 inches high. Black stockings crawled up her legs to end in tight elastic around her very upper thighs. The thin black string of a thong disappeared between her gorgeous cheeks (i would kill for an ass like that. literally. kill.) A black bra strap ran across her back. Her blonde hair, which she always wore down, was up in a severe ponytail, high on her head. Her stance as she stopped behind Josh dripped with confidence and authority. I would never, in a hundred years, have though Sarah capable of this. I watched as she stood directly behind Josh and reached around with one hand. I heard Josh gasp, and figured she must have grabbed something that got his attention. I could see her running her other hand up and down his back, over his ass and partway down his legs, grabbing at it, occasionally smacking him. He groaned his pleasure. She moved directly behind him and wrapped the other arm around him, pressing her body, now the perfect height, against his. Her arms were shaking, so she must have been giving him some sort of massaging on some part of his front. Occasionally he would grunt in either pleasure or pain; i mean, it sounded like pain, but i couldn't imagine Sarah hurting anyone, so it must have been pleasure. A few times he tried to say something, but didn't get more than a word out before Sarah's whispered "shhhhh" stopped him. I couldn't believe it. Here i was, sitting in a closet, watching this gorgeous guy being, i don't know, pushed around may be the best phrase, by my "innocent" roommate! And yes, i realize that i was once again being some kind of perverted voyeur, but how could i leave now? I would most certainly ruin the mood, to say the least! I was trapped... if i could have left, i would have. I know what you're thinking, diary, but yes i would have. Anyway, as i watched, i was more and more amazed. Sarah was talking again now, in that strong seductive voice. Her hands continued to move as she said "do you like that, Josh? Do you like it when i stroke your big cock? Does it get you hot?" Josh was mumbling his assent, not speaking out loud. She continued "and do you like the way i play with your balls while i jack your dick, Josh? huh? does that make you want things? Tell me what you want, Josh, go ahead, tell me...." Josh mumbled something. Immediately she reached back and slapped him on the ass, hard. "What was that, Josh, i couldn't hear you. What do you want?" Finally Josh spoke up, just loud enough to hear "I want you." Sarah responded immediately. "You want me, Josh? What do you mean? You want to fuck me? you want my tits? my pussy? tell me what you want, Josh." Josh replied in a low voice "I want you." Sarah replied by pushing down his shoulders. He suprised me by dropping to his knees before her. "You know you have to be specific, Josh, if you want something. I guess we'll just move on to what i want." Sarah spoke these words as she walked in a small circle around his kneeling figure, him moving around on his knees to follow her because of her hand gripping his hair. As she circled, i saw the rest of her outfit. The bra was low cut, showing off fantastic cleavage, ending just above where her aerolas would end. The thong was almost as small in front as in back barely covering anything. Her skin was smooth all the way to the fabric, no sign of hair down there at all. At least i could be finding out if she was a natural blond, but no luck. I thought i had been as suprised as i was going to get. I was wrong. She turned her back on Josh, bent over, and put her hands on the bed, shoving her gorgeous ass into his face. "take off my thong, Josh" she breathed, "but you may not touch me." Josh carefully pulled the thong off of her, not once touching her skin. I was starting to think this wasn't the first time they'd done this. Sarah turned and pushed Josh backward until his back touched the bed. She pushed his head back until it lay on the bed, his nose pointing up to the ceiling. Then she climbed over him, got on hands and knees, and let her knees slide sideways until her bald slit was touching his mouth. "eat me, Josh... make me scream" she breathed. I watched as he went at her voraciously, not using any part but his tongue and lips, as per her command. I was looking from a slight angle to the side, so i could see about three fourths of her face. I watched her breathe heavily, watched while her mouth opened in a series of silent moans, watched as she started squeezing her breasts with one hand through her bra, then watched as she tore the bra off and continued to massage her breasts. Her hips were now moving, pushing into Josh's face; still she made no sounds. I was breathless watching. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth when she released them, in time with her hips pressing into Josh's frantic tongue. Finally, she made a noise, gasping out through wide parted lips as her body shook in orgasm. When she stopped shaking, she climbed off Josh and stood over him. "You've been a good boy... i think it's time for your reward." She pulled him to his feet and pushed him on the bed. Then she climbed on top of him, again, her soaking crotch over his mouth, facing his feet, and started stroking his cock as she ground into his mouth again and again. I watched in amazed astonishment as she made him eat her out again in return for a hand job. Finally he came, spraying his seed high into the air. She kept right on grinding his face until she came again, then finally climbed off. "Get dressed, and get out" she said, and disappeared into the bathroom again. I watched as Josh gathered his things and left the room without a word. I took that moment to get the hell out of there. Marie couldn't believe it when i told her. When i saw Sarah the next day, she was just as normal as ever. I'm going to have to keep an eye on her and figure out what in the world she's all about. Anyway, that's all for now, dear diary. More soon. xoxo kel * * * * * To Be Continued... Dear Diary Ch. 08 Author's Note: This story involves bondage, lots of teasing and MF sex. enjoy! ----------------------------------------- Dear Diary, Luke really did have something kinky for me! He said he'd really liked the handcuffs that Dru had me keeping out on my desk and that he'd always wanted to try them... I was too nervous to let him handcuff me but he said that he was fine with me handcuffing him! Although, I think he might have regretted it once he let me... I have this whole, kinky kind of dominant side that I never knew about! Or at least, seriously teasing... As soon as I had him handcuffed to my bed, I stood over him and started doing this really sloooooow strip tease, making sure to touch myself all over while I slid out of my clothes. He kept moaning and telling me to get down there so he could touch me with his mouth... his dick was SO hard from watching me. It made me feel incredibly powerful and seductive. As soon as I was completely naked I straddled his stomach and started playing with my breasts, leaning over so that he couldn't quite touch them with his lips. He cheated and managed to flick one of my nipples with his tongue, but I made sure to stay out of range after that. I just moaned and sighed and played with my breasts... he was getting SO frustrated watching me. So I moved up so that my thighs were straddling his face and turned around, that way I could watch his dick bobbing as he tensed with anticipation... but instead of lowering my pussy onto his mouth, I reached down and started playing with myself there too! Sliding my fingers back and forth along my pussy lips, teasing my clit and my hole... I was so wet from teasing him. When I pushed a finger into my tight hole we both moaned. He told me to stop being a tease, so I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and let him start eating me out. While he was doing that, I started running my fingers very lightly up and down his thighs and his stomach, making sure never to get too close to his dick. I was amazed at how big and swollen he'd gotten, the head of his dick almost looked purple... and the more I teased him the more intense he became in eating me out. Running his tongue up and down my slit and sucking on my pussy lips... it felt fantastic! I teased him even more, running my hands like I was going to touch his dick but then moving them away at the last second... and he just responded by pleasuring me even more! I guess he thought that if he pleasured me then I'd finally do the same to him... but I was enjoying myself too much with teasing him. So I got up before I came, and that in and of itself was quite an effort. My pussy was so wet and swollen and ready to cum... but the disappointed look on his face was worth it. Leaning over, I kissed him lightly on his sticky lips and then began giving him light kisses up and down his body while he moaned. Again I never let my lips or fingers get too close to his dick... although I bestowed light kisses on his balls. I thought he was going to explode, especially when I let my tongue slip out and tease his balls a little... he was talking at me constantly, alternating between begging me to do something and ordering me to do something. It was really hot. Finally I let my tongue start sliding nearer and nearer to his dick, making his hips jump every time I got close... and then he'd moan as I'd veer away. Then, right when he didn't expect it, I gave him one long lick from the base of his dick all the way to the tip of his head, and he gasped like I'd taken his breath away. Then I couldn't take it anymore and I straddled his waist and positioned his dick at the entrance of my pussy. It felt so big as I started sliding down it, opening me up and stretching me out... I moaned... I was so horny after all the teasing. I could tell he was incredibly horny too, and even though I was dying to just fuck him hard and mercilessly, I couldn't help but tease him some more. Very, very slowly I went up and down his length, moving up so that he was almost all the way out of me and just bouncing up and down on his head. He gave a kind of strangled cry and tried to thrust up into me hard, but I wouldn't let him.... and then I slooooowly slid all the way down to the base. And he moaned... his eyes actually rolled up into the back of his head. It was really hot having him completely helpless before me, his wrists secured at the head of the bed... because I know that if he'd been able to he would have grabbed me and rolled us over so that he was on top. But I couldn't tease him nearly as long as I wanted, because I was so horny too! So I started moving faster and faster on top of him... funny thing then, he asked me to slow down! I could tell that it was because he was REALLY close to cumming, his dick was so big inside me, but I didn't listen to his request. After all, I was the one in control! I got faster and faster, really slamming myself down onto him, and he let out a really loud cry and I knew that he was about to cum.... So I slid all the way down so that he was completely inside me and I started grinding against his body, trying to get myself off quickly by rubbing my clit against his groin. But it seemed to do something spectacular for him too! He gasped and his hips shot upwards against my grinding body and I could feel him immediately swelling up and starting to shoot cum deep into my pussy... the incredible feeling and the way his body was so hard against my swollen clit made me lean forward for balance... and suddenly I was cumming. It was fantastic... I just kept rubbing and rubbing, grinding against him... and then the most incredible thing happened! It was like Luke couldn't stop cumming either, his face got all screwed up in almost painful pleasure, and he twisted and writhed underneath me, groaning like he was still orgasming! And I was just cumming and cumming and cumming.... Eventually my orgasm slowly started to fade and I kind of collapsed on top of him, and he moaned and was finally able to relax underneath me. After awhile of us just laying there he told me, "If I wasn't so sore I'd be in mind to teach you a good lesson for that." I just giggled and wiggled my hips again which made him gasp. We spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching TV. The handcuffs are back on my desk, just sitting there and looking completely innocent... but I know better. It was a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be. Dru was definitely right. I could definitely do that again! Dear Diary Ch. 08 As Michael reached the hotel room door where he stayed, he hesitated. Still thinking about what had happened between him and his eldest daughter, he really hadn't decided much at work, and it had been too busy to get any serious thinking done. So he hesitated, his hand pulling away from the knob, he just stood there, not sure what to do...to try and fight what his daughter was doing or embrace it, and her. For several minutes he was lost in thought, until other patrons of the hotel started to walk toward him and he slid his door key in and opened the door. It was quiet inside, and it being a small room, it was more so. Michael wondered where Marie was, honestly expecting her here waiting for him when he arrived from work. Or maybe that was just his own desires, he wondered to himself. He started to take off his jacket when Marie walked out from the darkened bathroom, surprising him slightly. "Oh damn I was thinking you were...whoa!" Michael exclaimed, finally noticing how his daughter was dressed. Marie was dressed as your typical school girl...except the outfit wasn't typical. The skirt was far too short, not even covering her ass cheeks which hung out beyond the bottom of the skirt, and that was not to mention the fishnet leggings that went with it. And the shirt was a bustier with sleeves...open in the front too the point that her nipples were ever so slightly covered. Not to mention the 'fuck-me' high heels which she wore. But what really completed the picture were the pigtails Marie had placed in her hair. She looked at him with a smile as he stood speechless. "I take it that you like?" Marie asked as she struck a pose...sticking her thumb in her mouth, gently sucking on it as she smiled. "Does my big daddy like?" She asked again, as she bent over slightly showing the side of her uncovered ass to him. "Holy shit!" Was all he could say as his daughter turned in place, showing him her bare ass. He could see her juices running down her inner thigh, and the thought that she must have been waiting, dressed like that, for him for some while. "Jesus Marie!" he uttered, finally looking up at his daughter's face, seeing her brow's humorously uplifted, waiting on his answer. "Yes...God yes!" Michael answered, grinning as his eyes again wondered down his daughter's body. Marie openly laughed, but started to slowly walk towards her father. "I thought you would." She said as she threw her arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss. Michael accepted her tongue and groaned as she rubbed her breasts against his chest, he heard her growling as they kissed. She broke away and looked at him. "I had to get some incentive to make sure you didn't try and change your mind about us..." She said in a whisper her mouth going to his neck as she started nibbling. "Take off your pants, unless you want me to get them wet..." She suggested to him and he knew how they would get wet...he could smell her oozing juices from here. He hurriedly stripped, not only out of his pants, but everything. "I've been a naughty girl today daddy; you might want to punish me." Marie purred as she suggestively offered her ass for punishment. Michael groaned loudly. "Jesus Marie, if you don't stop teasing I might not make it to the bed!" He said with a smile. Marie laughed, but moved toward him, still grinning as she pushed him backward unto the bed. "Whoa!" He muttered as he fell. Seconds later Marie climbed over him and he could feel the heat from between her legs like an oven as she straddled his legs and crawled upward, and Michael could feel her leaving wet spots along his thighs. She started kissing his stomach and working her way up. When she reached his nipples, she began sucking them, all the while settling her hips over his. He then felt his erect member as it met her steaming, sopping wet pussy and Marie shifted and started to take it inside herself. Slowly lowering her body down his cock, he gasped out when he felt her bite down softly on his nipple. "Don't bite it off." He whispered with a smile, looking up at the ceiling in bliss. "Only if I get hungry!" She growled out playfully as she bottomed out on his imbedded member. She then started to slowly rotate her hips atop him. "You are so wet! We won't get much friction." He muttered out, it feeling like times after he had already come inside a woman...his daughter was drenched. Marie just nodded as she began bucking harder. "You feel good to me. You gonna last awhile?" Marie asked, sounding a bit out of breath as she leaned up, looking at her father. "I think so." Was all he said as his daughter continued her slow, steady motion atop his cock. She nodded and smiled. "Good...because...I'm not....Uhhhhhh!" She muttered out hoarsely as she sped up her thrusts, making them deeper as she raised herself up and slammed back down on the spike impaling her. "Ohhhh god...not...not long...at all." She moaned out as she began panting heavily. "Oh god daddy...pull my nipples!" She growled out as she raised back, her hands on his chest. Michael reached up without finesse and taking his daughters nipples in his fingers, began tweaking and pulling them. "Oh good...pull them...hurt them!" She gasped out, very close to orgasm as she slammed down on him. Michael fought getting too excited as his daughter rode him hard, and he now twisted her nipples mercilessly as she commanded him, with immediate results. "Oh Shit! YES YES...goddamn yes...uuuhhhhhhh...AARRGGHHHHHHH!" Marie screamed out as she impaled herself hard on his cock and came. Michael could feel her pussy squeeze him like a vice and he was a hair away from coming as well. He palmed her breasts in awe as she bucked on him, her juices running down him to the sheets below. Marie continued to growl and moan, until finally spent, she looked weakly down at her father, and then collapsed in his hands. "Was that good baby?" He asked her as he lowered her to his chest, embracing her. They both were panting for breath, but she nodded to him. After a minute she was able to talk, and she lifted up to look at his face, giving him a deep kiss as she did. "I was primed, I can tell you. I have been back for two hours in this get up waiting for you, afraid if I touched my self I wouldn't stop...and I wanted to surprise you, not have you see a rutting child on the bed." She purred out as she started to play with his chest hair, her hips ever so gently moving again. He laughed at her statement. "And I don't have a rutting child in my bed now? I'd say we just rutted." He chuckled as he leaned up and kissed her. She grinned and rolled her eyes. "Well yeah, but not at first. Did you like the little schoolgirl?" She asked as she lifted back up and started to work her body a bit more. "God yes...I almost came right there in my pants." Michael told her, and she laughed again. "Well I thought you might need reminding about what happened and I have two more outfits in case you get cold feet again." She confided too him as she started to hump atop him more vigorously, watching his face closely. "Really? When can...uuhh...I see them?" He asked, his pleasure growing again as his daughter started working his cock again. "Uh-uh, it's a secret. For me to...oh god...ooohhh...know...and you...hhhaaaa...ah fuck it!" She gasped out as she was getting into fucking again instead of talking. "Fuck it...huh?" He muttered and giving her a huge grin started hammering his cock into her, fucking his hips hard and fast up at her. "Ohhh daddy...oohhh god...OHHH GOD...OHHHHHH!" Marie screamed out again as her father slammed into her, holding her hips and thrusting hard against her. Again Michael felt her pussy clamp down on him, but he wasn't as close to orgasm as last time and just watched his daughter's wonderful expression as she came. Her mouth panting out in that amazing 'O' shape. But it was a quick orgasm and she soon came down from it, panting and gasping for air. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "No fair...you didn't...come!" She gasped out as she fought for breath. He shrugged as he rested a minute. "I love watching you come." He told her and she actually blushed. "Oh now you blush?" he chuckled as did she and she stuck her tongue out at him. "I like watching you come too....that's why I wanted you too!" She growled out and playfully pinched his nipples. They both laughed, and then a sudden thought hit him. "Marie are you on the pill? I had a vasectomy after Mary, but..." He asked her hurriedly. She laughed again. "God yes dad, I've been on the pill since fourteen." She giggled out. "AND I usually have them use condoms as well...so don't ask that one." She threw in as she looked down at him, more serious now. He nodded. "I was just wondering...I mean I know it should be impossible ...but you never..." He said and it was his turn to blush. "Now you blush! After you blow about a gallon of joy juice inside your innocent daughter!" She laughed out, mocking him slightly. "So...you gonna come this time, or do I have to hurt you?" She asked before he could respond to her other statement. "Is that a promise?" He asked jokingly. She raised an eyebrow at him. "It can be, but I don't think you would want it. I had a boyfriend that was heavily into that and I became quite good at being his mistress." She said with a smile, though being serious. "Ok, Mistress Marie...make me come!" He said with a smile. She started slowly riding him again, smiling at him in a serious way. "I might have to pull out my old whips and cuffs..." She said with a grin as she tightened up her pussy as she rode him, trying to get him to come. "I bet you would." He said, knowing she was serious. She smiled at him. "I will...and you better come or they come out." She said playfully...she had left them at school, but it was fun to play. She took him deep, grinding her hips, rubbing the head of his cock well inside herself. She leaned far back, trying to take every millimeter of him. He grinned, reaching forward and started to vigorously stroke her clit. "Oh god...you...rat! You better...come!" She panted out as her own pleasure skyrocketed. "I'm close." He groaned out as his fingers flew over her clit. Marie worked herself even faster on his cock, keeping it deep within her. In seconds her father started to orgasm. "Oh Jesus...UUHHHHHHH!" He grunted out as his sore balls started to blast deep within her and Marie sighed as she felt her pussy grow even more wet, She furiously worked herself on his spewing member, close herself. She was panting and moaning in frustration for a few seconds until she hit a wall and blasted through it. "UHHHHHGGGAAAWWDDDDD!" She grunted out as her body started to jerk. In seconds her rubber legs gave way and she fell backward from her father, landing between his spread legs, her pussy still contracting as her orgasm died down. Her father's cock slipped from her now gushing pussy as it began to shrink; she jerked up and tried to put her hand under her ass to limit the stain on the bed. He noticed her and started laughing, and she began blushing. "I think it's a lost cause Marie!" He said as he sat up and looked between their legs. "I think you would need a bucket." He said in finality as he looked at her. She grinned back and removing her hand, let her slit ooze all it wanted. She then looked at her dripping hand and then brought it to her mouth, sucking her fingers. Her father cleared his throat and sat up. He gave her a "eww" look, but she continued to lick her hand clean, even then dipping her other hand to her open pussy and pulled back with more. "Ok...well I'm going to clean up, my ass is wet..." He told her as she continued to lick her fingers. "Want me to get that for you?" She teased, and he chuckled although he knew she was probably serious. He didn't say a word as he walked to the bathroom. She laughed, but continued to clean herself like a cat would. But soon grew tired of it and getting up, looked at the big wet spot in the bed. She uncovered the spread for the sheet to dry...just in case they needed that bed later. "Sleep in the other bed for sure." She commented as she took in herself. Her top was fine but the skirt and stockings were wet and stained, so she took the outfit off and put on a shirt she had in her bag, and got panties for after she washed up. She casually ran a finger through her still dripping slit and after smelling it, popped it into her mouth. "I love you honey but that's kind of...nasty." Michael told her from the doorway. He had watched her for a few seconds and was smiling as she shrugged. Marie looked at him, smiling as well and walked toward him. Standing in front of him she reached another finger down and brought it up to his face. "Uhhh...no!" He told her. "Oh come on, mom never made you eat a little cream pie afterward?" She asked him in all seriousness. "Only once or twice and I made it clear I didn't like it." He told her. She brought the finger closer to his mouth. "Marie!" "Daddy, you are fucking your eldest daughter and you have a problem with eating a bit of your own cream?" she asked him, looking at him sternly. "Yes I do Marie." He told her with a grin. Marie eyed him a few seconds, then grabbed his arm and pulled him to the used bed and backed him up. At first he was shocked, then stunned at what she was doing, but now he knew what she intended and resisted laying back. "Marie!" He muttered loudly out at his daughter, but Marie brought her foot under the back of his and pushed with her shoulders and he fell back on the bed. She immediately followed, straddling his hips, looking at his eyes. "Marie dammit..." he started but she shushed him, and he was so shocked...he did shush. "After what we did...with everything that HAS to happen to keep this family together dad...you can't be squeamish over THIS! I was playing then, but I realize that if you are going to balk at this little concoction then this family is in deep shit dad! Do you want to get divorced from mom...DO YOU! Do you want your whole family blasted apart or are you going to be pigheaded and proud and not keep it together...whoever's fault it is!" She railed at him in a huff, her heart beating hard. She wasn't sure why she went from a bit of play to throwing all of the cards on the table, but it was now out there. He looked confused. "How did you get from that to me getting a divorce?" He cried out, a small grin on his face. She chuckled aloud and shook her head. "I'm not sure, but are you going to eat my pussy?" Marie asked, trying to get it back to playful. He grinned but shook his head. "I really don't want too." He told her. "Well 'don't want' is better then wont...it's dinner time daddy!" She laughed out as she turned her body and using her hands to restrain him. She knew that if he wanted to that he could stop her but again he didn't. She settled her head over her fathers crotch as her legs rested beside his head. "I really don't like this Marie." He told her as he looked up at her still messy bush. "I know, but you have to learn to do unpleasant things, so...lick!" She commanded him with a slight giggle. She could hear a low 'eww' from him but felt his tongue as he started to lick her. "That's a good daddy...get in there good!" She said and pushed her pussy hard onto his mouth. She giggled as she looked down at his soft member. Opening her mouth she took him into her mouth and began nursing on him. Later in the evening, after another round of sex, they were both tired and a bit sore. Now both beds were wet, though this one only slightly. Both were too tired to change the sheets, and besides, they might just get them dirty as well. They had the TV on, though neither was really watching. Marie had her head on her father's chest, near asleep. "Marie...does your mother want a divorce?" He asked his daughter and Marie took a half minute to register the question and the answer. She moved around and looked at him, her cheek on his stomach. "No daddy, she doesn't. Do you?" Marie asked quietly, fearful of the answer. "No, though I thought about it a bit after...well after I left. But only for a bit." Michael explained to her. "She made mistakes, but it WAS the kids that did this mess." Marie told her father. Michael grinned at her. "And who seduced their father?" He asked playfully. Marie blushed, but giggled. "Guilty as charged, but I wanted to make sure you understood how it felt and what was going on..." She explained to him and he looked hurt. "Was...is it only for that?" he asked, and Marie shook her head. "Hell no daddy, I love you and too be honest I wanted to do this for a long time...a real long time. I just never would have except with what happened. I figured the damage to the family was already there. What I was hoping was that me and you...us, maybe it would help heal the family. Did it?" Marie asked her father, her eyes misting slightly. Michael looked at her. "I don't know about the family, but...maybe we shouldn't have done this, but I'm not sorry we did. Or at least both of us together makes me happy, though even now...confused as hell sweetie." He told her being serious. Marie laughed, kissed his stomach. "Same as me dad, confused and happy. The best sex I've ever had, but daddy...you belong to mom...not me." She told him, being serious and looking at his face. He looked like he was about to have a sudden panic attack. "Oh God, how do we...I tell her about this!" He muttered out, his hand going to his forehead. Marie smiled. "Let me do it daddy, I'll explain it to her. We didn't have a choice. Or am I wrong that even though you weren't seriously thinking divorce, you probably would be in weeks to come?" Marie asked him, her fingers crossed in her head waiting for his answer. "Maybe, I didn't see a way out of what was going on. I certainly blamed your mother more then I should have." He told her and Marie sighed slightly. "I just found it so hard to think of Mary or Genie as 'guilty' parties. I guess my daughters aren't as innocent as I had thought?" He asked, aiming the comment at her with a smile. She smiled back at him. "Guilty again dad." She confessed then remembered about her sister's requests. "Oh hey dad, I went over to the house after you left for work and well anyway, Mary and Genie asked if they could come over and see you tomorrow? Would that be ok?" She asked, figuring he wouldn't say yes, but not certain. He was quiet for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah sure, why not. I mean...I'll be a bit embarrassed with Mary, after what...you know..." he explained, but Marie interrupted him. "You mean after so sucked your cock and swallowed your cum?" She asked him teasingly. His face turned very red in embarrassment. "Marie, please...she's my youngest daughter..." he said, feeling guilty and upset, but again she interrupted. "Dad, you can't do that! Mary is sorry about what she did, but only that it didn't work on you. She isn't innocent! She is still a child at heart, but she has the mind of a whore!" Marie told him; trying to make sure he had the right perspective. "Marie, that's enough! Mary is not a whore!" He chastised her. Marie nodded. "I'm sorry dad, the wrong words. I just don't want you to blame yourself...or mom. Mary did it...willingly, that's all I meant." She told him and he calmed down. He was quiet then for while and she thought some more about what she said about her sister. "Dad...I'm sorry I said that about Mary. I guess your right. I mean she did know what she was doing, but...from what I've talked to her about, she isn't fully aware of what she does." Marie said, trying to sooth any hard feeling she may have caused in her father. She felt his hand on her head as he began stoking her hair. "I understand Marie...it's ok." He told her. Dear Diary Ch. 08 Dear Diary, I have always been an avid reader. I love engaging my mind, traveling to different places, experiencing different points of views, starting and completing the journey through the eyes of beloved characters. However, I never understood the folktale of Bluebeard's wives until now. As a sheltered teenager, it seemed asinine for the wife to become obsessive over the one door she could not enter. If I had a castle, I mused, I would not be concerned about one door, since I would have hundreds at my disposal. Yet, like Bluebeard's wife, I never had an obsession that would compel me to dwell on it day or night, not until I met him. Before my master, I thought submission was for the weak, and I would never in my wildest dreams give a man that kind of power over me. Like Odysseus, my hubris made me believe that I could control everything, even my relationships with men, for I was used to winning, to fulfilling my desires, my wants. Foolishly, I never knew that there are people who you meet who will change you, a catalyst for a significant change that will burn past your armor and resonate deep in your soul. If you believe all the fairy tales girls are told to believe and want, this change will be for the better and end happily. But not all stories end with marriage and happily ever after. For sometimes you have to wander the confusing dark to appreciate the gift of light. Obviously, I can live my life without him. I won't die if I never see him again. However, when he is here, I feel like he is a bright star and I'm caught in his orbit, the two of us drawn together, attracted the other. He makes me burn brighter and hotter than any man I have ever met. Often, I think about what I can do or say to make him come visit me, come and fuck me so that we are both satisfied. Yet I always crave the pain he gives me without hesitation, without pause. I don't think he understands how much I need it or why I've grown accustomed to it, like breathing or sleeping, but it is a part of me. It's this sleeping Leviathan, its hunger dark and vast, waiting for him to fulfill the need, fulfill the ache. He was the one who introduced pain and submission into my sex life; furthermore, I don't know how I existed without it. I crave it always, whether I'm at work, with family or friends, or even at home by myself, feeling the need to wear his marks, his visible reminders of lust, all over my body. I have no filter with him. Most of the time, I keep my impulsive nature on a short leash, for I know I'm very capricious with my desires so that I purposely guard myself against foolish mistakes and encounters. Nevertheless, he gets under my skin and I find that I have this need, this desire to get under his. I text him impulsively and frequently, never stopping to think if it is a good idea or not. He once threatened me with the worst spanking I ever had if I continued and a part of me thought to provoke him to that stage. He calls me his slutty submissive and I answer, knowing he could call me anything he wanted and I would find pleasure in it. His pleasure is my pleasure for I have this desire to please him that surpasses my own wants. He leans over me, my carnal master, and I look up shedding all the layers of me. In his eyes, I become Desire, no inhibitions, no rules, just his for the moment, his to play, manipulate, and fuck. His fingers burn hot against my skin as he holds my hips in place while I'm rubbing my pussy against his hard cock. As I ride him, I can feel my wetness coat his dick, his stomach, and his thighs. I arch my body as I ride him, wanting him to be inside of me, to penetrate me. He pulls me down to suck and bite my nipples, feeling me shudder in ecstasy, but still I ride him, knowing he loves feeling how wet I am for him, how much I want him. My brain becomes fixated on committing every delicious feeling, every sigh, every moan, and shudder to memory. I often wish I could stop time, pause life at this moment, our bodies entangled, warm and naked, pushing, pulling, frantic in our lust to please the other. He captures my lip between his teeth and bites hard, his teeth the catalyst I needed to climax. He pulls my hair hard as I shudder above him, hissing in pain and pleasure, needing more, craving more. Rolling me over, he kisses me hard, rubbing my clit with his fingers, gently teasing my body into another climax. "I love it when you are dripping wet for me," he whispers in my ear. I fail to respond to him as my body begins to tremble signaling another orgasm. After feeling me squirt all over his hands, he wipes his hand on my belly and turns me over. I feel him caress my ass as I arch my hips toward him, anticipating his next move. He plays with my pussy this way, listening to my sighs and moans before I feel his fingers move toward the crack of my ass. He pushes two fingers deep inside my ass, pushing against the tight muscle, making me push against his hand, wanting to feel his dick inside me-any way possible. "Feel that?" he asks. "Where am I?" I bite back a moan and reply, "My ass...please fuck me." "Not yet," he chuckles. "But soon." Removing his fingers, I hear him unwrapping the condom, only to feel him thrust inside my pussy. We both sigh at his slow penetration, making me feel every inch slide into my wet, warm pussy. He grabs my hips roughly as he fills me, holding me into position until he is ready to pick up the pace. I rest my head on my pillow, knowing he prefers to set the pace. I feel him slowly move in and out of my pussy as if he was experiencing me for first time all over again until he suddenly begins to fuck me hard, the way we both love it. I grab the comforter in my hands as a way to hold on, to take all of him. I lost count of how many times I climaxed, especially when he began to spank me while fucking me. I felt him fuck me harder knowing this indicates he is about to cum. I feel my body shaking under him, knowing his orgasm will trigger mine, and it does as he slams into me, my body convulsing around his. Collapsing onto the comforter, I finally understand the story of Bluebeard. When you are told you can't have something or you can't do something, the impulse becomes a desire. One you would do anything to fulfill, to sate. "Who are you?", he often asks me, watching me writhe beneath him, lost in violent lust. I know what he wants and often I refuse to answer verbally what my body conveys every time he visits me. I.....am......his.... His.....submissive. Dear Diary Ch. 09 - Nov. 30 - I know i haven't written in a while, dear diary, there's a lot to tell. Life is amazing, to say the least. The big news is that i lost my virginity over thanksgiving; the bigger news is that it was to a woman. Actually, more than one woman. I'm so confused! Let me start at the beginning. There were a bunch of people who stayed in the dorms for Thanksgiving vacation. Sarah, me, Marie, and Tina, Marie's roommate, were among them. 7 days with no responsibilities, we were ready to have a good time! We ate out a lot, went shopping, spent Thanksgiving day watching football in my dorm room (some of those players are really hot!), and made plans to meet Saturday night at Marie's room, then go out to Tina's parents' house. They left town Saturday afternoon, and we made the 2 hour drive to their house, arriving around 6 on Saturday. The house was fantastic! It had a hot tub. It had a big screen television. It had great couches and chairs and decks and bedrooms and bathtubs and showers. Tina was definitely from money, i thought as i walked in the door. Things were looking up even more when she pulled the key to the wine cabinet from its supposedly hidden location, and opened up what was to be the first of many wine bottles we would kill that weekend. We settled down to watch some television, all of us sacked out on one piece of furniture or another, after dinner and another bottle of wine. We were all somewhat toasty, especially Tina. While flipping around on the television, we came upon one of thsoe bad softcore sex movies that are on cable. That's when the whole thing started to get out of control. We watched for a few minutes, then Marie complained about the movie being boring. Tina looked at her strangely and ran out of the room, returning in a few moments with a stack of dvd's. She looked at Marie pointedly, and threw one of the discs into the player, then sat back down on the couch. Before i go on, let me give you a sense of the atmosphere. We were all tipsy, for sure. Sarah, who i've told you about, was in the lazy boy. She was wearing a half shirt and a sports bra, and jean shorts. She was laying so her back was on an arm, her butt was in the seat, and her legs were over the other arm, laughing way too much. Tina is about 5-6, 120 pounds maybe, with long strawberry blond hair. She's tough, reminds me of Marie. She's muscular, and wearing leather pants, barefoot, and a man's dress shirt over her sizeable rack. Her butt looks great in those pants, too. She's lying on one of the couches. I'm on the other couch, wearing my usual jeans and a white tshirt and sandals. Marie is on the floor, lying on her stomach. She's wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Okay, back to the story. The disc starts to play and the first thing we see is this huge breasted blond, naked, sucking on a humungous cock. It was just mammoth. We had moved out of the softcore and into the hardcore, for sure. As we watched the camera pulled out, and we saw that the woman sucking was also getting fucked from behind by another huge cock. There was silence in the room as we watched. There was the occasional bit of nervous laughter, but by and large the silence continued as we watched them do her, finally cumming on her face and back. The thing was plotless, as most of them are, and the next scene was an orgy. An all-out orgy, with about 15 guys and as many girls. There were pairs, threes, fours, and mores, and it got all of us hot. Finally the movie was over, and we all got up and walked around, almost embarassed to look at each other. Tina looked at Marie and asked "better?" Marie, being a smartass, answered "it was alright i guess... have anything more interesting?" Tina looked her up and down, and answered "maybe." She grabbed another of the discs and popped it in, and grabbed a deck of cards. She looked Marie in the eye "I challenge you to a game of poker; the winner gets to be the boss of the loser for the rest of the weekend." Marie put her hands on her hips and answered "I've got a better idea. We all play, and the winner gets to boss the others around for the weekend." I tried to step in and say what a bad idea that was, since i really didn't know Tina at all, but Sarah stepped up and said "Fine." Which, when you think about it, figured. She did like to boss people around. I sighed and said "i'm in." We all sat down at the dining room table, the tv playing another episode of "Jail Babes" or some such movie in the background. Tina dealt first, and authoritatively. I had a bad feeling about this, a feeling that turned out to be right. When the game was over, Marie hadn't won. Neither had I. Neither had Sarah. I was worried. Tina stood up and said "well, slaves, are you going to back out?" We all looked at each other and shook our heads; rules were rules, and we'd play by them. "I'm so glad" Tina replied. "Kelli, clean up the dishes. Marie, go make us something for dessert. Sarah, come with me." She grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her out of the room. Marie and I looked at each other, wide-eyed, then shrugged and went to do as our new "Mistress" had commanded. A deal was a deal. A few minutes later, Tina returned. "Marie, come with me." Marie complied without complaint, and they left the room. Again, a few minutes later, Tina returned. "Kelli, come with me." And i went. She led me upstairs to a room i hadn't been in yet - her room. Once we got there, she threw me on the bed by my hair and slapped me on the ass, hard. I cried out in suprise, and she put her face right next to mine on the bed. "Are you going to wimp out, Kelli? Don't you have the nerve to see this through?" I frowned at her and stood up. "Bring it on, Tina." She did. Rummaging through her drawers, she grabbed several items and threw them onto the bed. "Strip naked and put these on. Then come back down to the living room." She stormed out of the room and slammed the door. I obediently stripped off my clothes and slid into the ones she'd prepared for me. The shorts were leather, and were small for me, and small to begin with; basically they were a cross between panties and hot pants, and fit like they were glued to my body. The bra wasn't much better, a leather thing a cup size too small. It pushed my breasts up and out. I could hardly believe it when i saw the last item: a black dog collar with studs. I sighed and put it around my neck, feeling like somehow Tina must have planned this all ahead of time. I walked into the living room as red as a strawberry, until i saw Marie and Sarah. Marie was in a corset-like thing of some sort, with laces in the back, fishnet stockings, and black heels. She looked great, like some sort of dark vinyl or leather goddess. She, too, had on a collar, but hers was red. Sarah was another story altogether. She was dressed in red lace, the barest pieces of it failing to completely cover her crotch and her breasts. Her nipples peeked out over the top of the wispy bra, and the panties were so miniscule they could hardly be seen. There was a very nervous look in her eyes. Tina stripped off her shirt, leaving her in a black bra and those fantastic leather pants. She ordered us all to sit, and we did. She paced in front of us for a few seconds looking intimidating. Without a beat she grabbed Marie's collar, attached a chain to it, and pulled Marie to her feet, throwing her none too gently against the wall. She grabbed her hands and feet, and pushed her to the point where she was spread eagled, her face pushed against the wall. Tina leaned into Marie's ear and whispered "wimping out yet?" Marie shook her head in reply, and Tina walked over to me, lowering a hand to mine. I took her hand, and she raised me to my feet. With her other hand, she grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her to her feet as well. "Sarah here is having a real problem with this, i think" Tina commented. "The problem is, and maybe you don't know this, that Sarah is a dominant. She likes to be in control, and being out of control is not a good time for her. Unfortunately, she risked submission in order to have the opportunity to dominate us all, and submission is what she's going to recieve." She dragged Sarah over to the back of the couch, and roughly pushed her forward, doubling her over, leaving her ass high in the air. I was looking forward to what Tina was going to do to Sarah - i thought it was only fair after watching how she used Josh, that she be used as well. Call it justice, whatever, i just wanted to see her be someone else's plaything. Tina handed me one side of a long leather strap and ordered me to drop to my stomach and run it under the couch. I did so, and Tina proceeded to use it to wrap around the whole couch, attaching a small ring on the strap to a short chain that connected to the handcuffs that now bound Sarah's wrists. Sarah was whimpering quietly now in the back of her throat; i really wanted to know what she was thinking. Several sharp practiced yanks on the strap resulted in Sarah's face being pressed into the seat of the couch, her feet no longer on the floor, with her ass sticking up even higher in the air. Tina stepped back, admiring her handiwork, and then her hand shot out and slapped Sarah's exposed bottom, hard. A jolt ran through Sarah, but she didn't cry out. The red print of Tina's hand was visible on Sarah's butt. "Did you like that, Kelli?" Tina asked, suprising me. I nodded in reply. She pushed me over against the wall next to Marie, and gently guided my hands into a spread eagle position mimicing Marie's. "Tonight may seem to be about me, Kelli, but really, it's about you" she said, and slid her hands around my stomach, caressing my bare skin. "You are perhaps the most innocent seeming person i have ever met" she continued, sliding her hands upward, avoiding my breasts and tracing the bare skin of my arms "but i think there's something else in there waiting to be called out, and i'm going to do the calling." With that she landed her hands on my breasts and squeezed them, giving me a shocking mix of pleasure and discomfort. "You, for sure, will not leave this place unchanged; that is my goal." Her hands cupped my bottom next, squeezing again through the small bit of leather i was wearing down there. She let me go, and stepped back, then ran her hands up and down Marie's body for about a minute. I could tell it was turning Marie on, the pinching and grabbing and general helplessness of the situation. Then, having finished with Marie, she walked out of my line of sight, and i heard the sound of flesh on flesh as she, presumably, smacked Sarah again. I could see Marie's chest heaving with excitement. I wondered if this was how Tina and Marie spent their time together as roomates! Soon Tina was behind me again. I was shocked as she spun me around, pushed me back against the wall and kissed me, deeply, driving her tongue into my mouth. I had no choice but to return the kiss, which was suprisingly warm and wet and made my knees almost buckle. Even when i'd kissed Marie that one time before i hadn't enjoyed it all that much, and figured i just didn't like girls that way. Tina corrected that thought for me, and i got more and more turned on as the kiss continued and her hands roamed my body again, squeezing, caressing, touching. After a short eternity the kiss ended, and i sagged against the wall. Tina walked over, spun Marie, and did the same to her while i watched. Finally, she walked back to Sarah, whispered something in her ear, and brought her hand down hard on Sarah's ass again, this time causing Sarah to cry out in shock. Her cries turned me on, i can't lie. What happened next is amazing... and i'll tell you about it tomorrow, Dear Diary. :) Dear Diary Ch. 09 Author's Note: I hope you've enjoyed this series, I know I've enjoyed writing it... although for me it was a little bit different than many of my other stories. This particular entry has MF sex and a lot of teasing. Enjoy! ----------------------------- Dear Diary, Well, ever since I handcuffed Luke he's been HEAVILY hinting that he'd like to do the same to me... to tell the truth I'm really curious, but I don't want to just give in either. It's kind of fun teasing and resisting... although he's gotten in the habit of holding my hands down above my head when we have sex which is an awful lot of fun. Dru told me I should just go for it. She says it's kind of fun to be helpless, and also really easy cuz you're letting the other person do all the work. Which is definitely true, when I had Luke handcuffed I was the one doing EVERYTHING. Still, it's kind of a scary thought to be totally at the mercy of someone else, even if they've already been totally at your mercy. I trust him... it's just a little... I don't know. I don't know why I wouldn't let him do it if I trust him. And I DO trust him. It is kinda fun to try and make him work for it though. Dear Diary, So I wanted to try handcuffing Luke again, but he wouldn't let me! *giggles* Said that turn about's fair play and I can't do it to him again until I submit! I'm getting more used to the idea, although of course I couldn't give in when he was trying to bargain for it. I just flipped my hair, and we had sex with me holding HIS hands down above his head! He rather liked that I think, I did too, even though we both knew that he could have easily overpowered me at any second. I really like that he let me do that though, be on top and holding him down. He was really just playing along, since there's no way I could have ever REALLY held him down. It was really sweet in a way. Very typical of Luke though. I think I could totally be falling in love with him. Dear Diary, Ha... So I guess Luke just got tired of waiting! We were making out, with him on top of me, and he took off my shirt and bra so that I was totally topless. Then he started running his hands up and down my arms, pushing them above my head, and that's definitely not unusual coming from him lately, but then all of the sudden I couldn't move my wrists anywhere! The sneaky bastard had handcuffed me without even warning me! I yelled at him, and he laughed and started trailing his fingers around my breasts, making my nipples get REALLY hard... Dru was right. It really was kind of hot being at his mercy, I couldn't do anything at all! Not even tease him back! Then he took off my pants and started running his hands up and down my thighs, mimicking what I had done to him when he'd been hand-cuffed... he didn't touch my pussy OR my nipples but he touched ALL around them. This really feather-light very teasing touch that had me panting for more. THEN he began brushing his fingers across my pussy and over my nipples, but it was such a light touch that it just made me ache even more! I was starting to beg him to REALLY touch me, but he just smiled and kept trailing his fingers over my body. When I thought I was going to explode, he leaned over and started using his tongue. Just as lightly as he'd been touching me with his fingers, and it made me WRITHE before him. I was totally helpless to his teasing, my arms all stretched out, and the whole situation was really turning me on. Not to mention what he was doing to my body. He started to undress too, and I could see that he was REALLY turned on by what he was doing to me. His dick was just as swollen and purplish looking as it had been when I was teasing HIM. There was a little bottle in his jeans pocket that he pulled out, like lotion, and he poured some into his hands and then began really firmly rubbing my breasts with it. It smelled like strawberries, and it felt WONDERFUL to have him firmly touching me... except that he was watching my face like he was expecting something to happen... Then my breasts started tingling, and my nipples, getting really warm too... and I thought it was just the friction of his hands, except that he moved them away and my breasts were still hot and tingling! My nipples felt like they were so swollen and almost fizzy with sensation. I asked him what the lotion was and he said it was warming lotion. And with that, he started rubbing it into my pussy... sliding two lotion covered fingers up into my body. I went WILD... it was like I was burning, inside and out, on fire with an itch, a NEED for sex. I was writhing as he slid his fingers in and out of me, my breasts tingling almost unbearably. Then, suddenly, he also slid a slick finger into my ass and I gasped with shock... it was the first time that he'd ever even TOUCHED my ass, and definitely the first time anything had ever entered my ass!!! But he didn't seem to want to linger there, he just wanted it to burn as much as the rest of my pleasure centers. I was almost disappointed when he pulled his finger out, it had been such an interesting new sensation, but a little relieved too. It had been slightly uncomfortable having something in my ass... although perhaps not nearly as uncomfortable as the warm tingling that remained. Luke just sat back and watched me writhe for a bit, blowing on my heated flesh and making me moan and beg for him. Then, as the tingling was finally starting to subside, he positioned himself between my thighs and thrust into my body. It only took one stroke, I was so wet and ready from all the teasing, so turned on that my body just accepted him and clutched him into me. His hands started running up and down my sides as he fucked me hard, almost as though he was totally ignoring my needs and just taking pleasure in my body. It turned me on even more that he was fucking me so hard like that, with such abandon... I could feel my orgasm rising even though he wasn't anywhere near his, and I SCREAMED when it hit me. Everything felt so good, so hot and tingling and pleasurable, and his dick pounding away at my pussy... my arms above my head, I wanted to hold him but couldn't and my wrists kept jerking on the cuffs. My whole body was on fire with ecstacy. And he kept thrusting and thrusting... my orgasm slowed and then swelled again as he continued to pound my sensitive pussy, rubbing his groin against my body and making me thrash as he ground against pleasured, swollen flesh. My clit felt like it was going to explode, I couldn't stop cumming, and he didn't stop fucking me... Tears were running down my cheeks from the sheer unadulterated pleasure of it, and then his arms tightened around my body, tightening so that I almost couldn't breath, and he thrust hard one last time. I gasped, my breath almost knocked out of me from the force of it, and I felt his dick swelling inside of me. My legs tightened around his body, holding him into me as the final dregs of my last orgasm shuddered through me. We both groaned as he began to spill inside of me, pulsing against my sensitive walls, his body moving slightly against mine as he filled my pussy with his cum. Then he kind of sighed and relaxed, his weight resting completely on me. I sighed too, feeling totally exhausted, although my body was still tingling a little from the lotion. We kissed, and he undid the handcuffs and we cuddled. And while we were laying there he started stroking my hair, and I looked up at him and he said, "I love you Erin." And I smiled and said, "I love you too Doug." And everything was perfect.