4 comments/ 36521 views/ 0 favorites A Fantasy Come True By: foxywoman Sexual fantasies were always on Jane's prurient mind. Most of them she had told her fiancé Ron about. There was one dream, though, that she had kept to herself, until, that is, the day Ron announced his birthday gift to her. "Tell me your most erotic fantasy, my love, and I will make it come true for you. Whatever it is, no matter what, you can have it. Pretend I don't even exist in your life and just come up with exactly what you would really like to have happen to you sexually. Even if you want a dozen other guys to fuck you I promise I won't be jealous. Really, you can have anything your heart desires," Ron told her. "OK," she told him. "You're on. But I have to warn you my ultimate sexual fantasy is complicated and specific and might cost you a fortune to produce. It's something that's been in my mind ever since I took that massage seminar at Esalen Institute in California years ago. We did things there during that two weeks that taught me a new reality in sensuality and opened my eyes to possibilities of pleasure that I hadn't ever experienced before," Jane said, hoping he wouldn't back out of his offer. "That's all right, lover. I don't care how much it costs. I just want you to have the ultimate sexual experience once in your life," Ron told her, grabbing Jane by the shoulders and kissing her firmly on the lips. She returned his kiss and they cemented the deal by peeling each other's clothes off and making love. They did all their favorite things: sucking, fucking, licking, using fingers and mouths and tongues to elicit as much pleasure as they could for each other until they were both exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, covered in sweat, saliva and cum juices. Afterwards, as they lay in each other's arms relaxing, Jane described her fantasy to her lover and waited for his response. His reaction was very positive and very obvious. He had another raging hard-on. Jane was delighted he liked her idea and immediately climbed on top of Ron and lowered her wet cunt onto his stiff cock. She fucked him slowly at first, lifting her ass up and down on his long shaft, but as she got more and more turned on she couldn't help herself. She started moving faster and faster, pounding herself into his body. She had her hands on his shoulders, pushing and pulling her body as hard as she could, feeling her cunt throb and her clit getting rubbed with every stroke. Finally she felt her orgasm building inside her and she began to rock her pelvis against his, grinding her clit against his crotch, feeling his big dick deep inside her pussy filling her up. Looking right into Ron's eyes, Jane felt so close to him, so completely connected. Ron was smiling at her, knowing she was about to cum. They had been to this point so many times before that he knew her every move, every response. He urged her on, telling her to go for it. "Come on baby, do it! Don't stop. Make yourself cum and then keep fucking. I know you want it. Cum now! Cum Jane, cum!" he yelled. Jane felt it starting, felt her orgasm beginning and screamed "Oh, God, I'm cumming, Ron. I'm cumming, baby!" And he was right, she didn't want to stop at just one. She knew there was more and kept on fucking him as hard as she could, rubbing her cunt into him as fast as she could, riding him, out of control with desire and lust and love all combined. Again and again she came, screaming with relief and pleasure each time till one final orgasm racked through her entire body as she felt Ron's cock explode inside her in spasm after spasm as he came. The next day Ron quietly began making inquiries and plans towards fulfilling Jane's ultimate fantasy. She was right. It was going to be expensive and complicated but like they say in the commercial, she was worth it. There was nothing he would deny her, nothing he wouldn't do for her. So, he searched and found what he was looking for: a place that could fulfill her wildest sexual dreams in perfect detail. He booked all the necessary reservations and told Jane to pack her suitcase. On her birthday, Ron drove Jane to JFK airport to see her off on her adventure. They had talked it over more than once and she was sure he really wanted her to go through with this. She was sure this wasn't going to harm their relationship. Otherwise she would have cancelled the whole thing and stayed home. They didn't make a fuss at the boarding gate. Just a big hug and a big kiss and off she went down the aisle with her carry-on bag and her purse. Off to Switzerland, to the huge new spa there in the Alps called Ecstasy. It was forty-five thousand square feet of luxury and decadence dedicated to pleasure and sensuality. In the winter there was also skiing, but this was summer and the tourists flocked to it to enjoy themselves in the cool mountain air, escaping the heat of the big cities of Europe as global warming had changed their moderate climate significantly in the last decade. The long flight went quickly because she slept, dreaming of what was to come. When the plane set down in Geneva, she retrieved her luggage and found a taxi to take her to the resort. It was a slow ride, but the scenery was breathtaking and her excitement was building up with every mile. The receptionist at the front desk of Ecstasy spoke perfect English and gave her a key card for her room. A young man in an impeccable blue uniform carried her suitcase and carry-on for her and showed her the impressive suite before leaving with his tip. Ron had thought of everything in advance and even had filled her wallet with Swiss Francs so she didn't have to exchange any currency when she got there. Jane opened the bottle of white wine that was in the ice bucket and poured herself a goblet of golden liquid. The wine had a slightly sweet bouquet and a hint of oak. It was delicious. She sat by the window in a comfortable upholstered chair and sipped it while enjoying the view of the jagged mountains. On the table in front of her was her itinerary for the next two days. There it was. Everything she had asked for. Of course she knew that not everything that was going to happen was spelled out in black and white. This was, after all, a very discreet establishment. They could arrange anything your heart desired, but they weren't exactly going to describe it in detail on their computer printouts. Jane knew, though, that they had agreed to everything Ron had asked for and the thought of it had Jane's cunt dripping, slippery wet. For the remainder of the day, she was just going to indulge in simple pleasures. Lunch. Soak in a hot mineral bath. Swim in the big indoor pool. Manicure. Pedicure. Facial. And it was all heavenly. She enjoyed every minute of it. The food was exceptional and the professional staff of beauticians and aestheticians were skilled and personable. She went to sleep that first night feeling pampered and beautiful. The next morning she ate breakfast on the terrace. Muesli, fruit and yogurt. Herb tea. No caffeine to make her more nervous than she already was. At ten o'clock, her special appointment would begin and she could hardly wait. Anxious for the experience to begin, Jane arrived at the massage room a few minutes early. They were expecting her and a beautiful tall blond woman ushered her into a wood-paneled room. It was spacious and had lovely paintings on the walls and was scented with evergreen. It was the smell of Christmas trees. The room was warm and in the center of it was a large cushioned massage table, covered with a flannel sheet and a small round pillow at one end. The blond woman introduced herself as Annette and told Jane she would be the director of Jane's massage experience. "Everything has been provided for, exactly as your instructions were outlined, Jane, so you can just relax and enjoy yourself now. You are in good hands, literally," Annette explained. "You can put your clothes on that chair there and make yourself comfortable on the table. We will be right with you in just a moment," she said, and left Jane alone, closing the door behind her. Jane folded her clothes as she took them off and laid each item on the chair. She put her shoes under it and noticed how warm even the floor was. Nice. Comforting. The table was high and there was a low step stool to make it easier to climb up onto it. Very comfortable, she lay back with her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. A moment later, music began pouring gently into the room from hidden speakers. Soothing melodic music. Perfect. Her senses were already flooded. Heat, scent, comfort, music. She was ready for the rest and didn't have to wait long. She heard the door open and heard footsteps. When she opened her eyes, Annette and four other attractive young women had entered the massage room along with one very good looking man. As the six trained massage therapists each took off their robes to reveal six naked fit appealing bodies, Annette introduced them and asked Jane to roll over onto her stomach. Happy to comply, Jane made herself comfortable and smiled to herself at how lucky she was. Six gorgeous young people were about to give her enormous amounts of pleasure. She could hardly wait to tell Ron all about this but for the moment she was intent on just concentrating on herself and the sensations to come. Hands. Lots of hands all over her body. With her face down through the hole in the table for her to breather through, she couldn't see who was doing what but she loved what was going on. Someone was rubbing her left foot with deep pressure into her arch. Someone else was rubbing her right foot in the same way, like identical twins. There were hands running up and down her arms, soothing as they rubbed in a delicately scented oil. Another set of hands was on her ass making delicious circles, one hand on each cheek, kneading down into the muscles, relaxing and stimulating at the same time. And her back. That was the best of all. The hands there were bigger than the rest and stronger. It had to be the man. Peter. The fingers were digging into all the tight spots, urging them to surrender. He never lost contact with her back. It was a constant flow of touching from her neck to her hips, up and back, in a never ending rhythm. Once her back started to feel loosened up, she noticed he moved on to her shoulders, first one then the other, caressing, massaging relentlessly until she was devoid of stress and tension there. Then he moved on to her neck and her head, making her start to tingle with a surfeit of sensations building as her awareness moved back to her legs. The women who had been rubbing her feet had moved up to her calves and thighs, stroking upwards with long smooth movements all the way up to her ass. Their fingers were self-assured, not at all shy. At the top of the thigh, there was no hesitation to avoid touching her between her legs. The women touched everything with equal pressure and detail. Jane tried to take it all in at once, all six sets of hands. She luxuriated in the feeling of being touched all over at once. It was incredible. So soothing and relaxing and yet so exciting too. Six beautiful people touching her everywhere. It felt wonderful and she knew this was only the beginning. Time was impossible to keep track off. Jane didn't even try to guess how long she lay there on her stomach, being caressed this way. Finally though, she heard Annette's accented English asking her to roll over onto her back. As Jane did so, someone put the pillow back under her neck and immediately twelve hands were on her again. Everywhere. Rubbing, massaging tight muscles, turning her into a mass of warmth and pleasure. Now she knew why this spa was called Ecstasy. That's what this was. Ecstasy. Something was different though. The hands at her shoulders were now more delicate and smaller. Women. There was someone else massaging her face with a light feminine touch as well and one set of hands on each of here own plus someone was rubbing her stomach, another woman she thought. The strong hands of Peter were now on her legs, running up and down the length of her. His hands were kneading her thighs deeply. It felt great to be so aware of what was going on and yet to be giving in to it completely at the same time. Gradually the hands at her shoulders moved down too Jane's breasts, making circles around the nipples at first, then gently rubbing them in synchronization, the two women mirroring their movement perfectly, mimicking each other. The woman who had been rubbing her face started to caress Jane's lips with her finger tips, then began to kiss her with her own lips, slowly urging Jane to open her mouth, using her persuasive tongue to explore Jane's, tantalizing her, exciting her while the other women stimulated her nipples so much that Jane couldn't help but moan and groan into the woman's warm wet mouth. With all this going on, Jane was suddenly aware that Peter's fingers had begun to explore her cunt, rubbing her pussy lips with oil and opening her gradually but thoroughly. His knowing fingers found her clitoris and began to rub it slowly but with just enough pressure to make her start to melt into a daze of sexual excitement. While he was rubbing her clit, another finger suddenly was inside her cunt and she couldn't tell whose that was. Suddenly there was so much stimulation coming form so many places that she couldn't keep track of who was doing what any longer. It was all just an overwhelming flood of sensation, unbelievably exciting. She was getting so turned on she could feel her heart beating faster and faster, feel her breathing getting ragged, having to breathe through her nose as she kissed the woman at her face harder and harder. The pressure and movement on her clit was getting faster and more intense and the women playing with her nipples were now sucking on them intently, vigorously flicking them with their tongues. Jane's hips were grinding into Peter's fingers and her tongue was wrapped around another tongue when she felt her first orgasm hit her. Her mind was a swirl of sensation. Her body convulsed in a surge of pleasure as her cunt contracted, cuming for what seemed like minutes. Nobody stopped. Everyone kept touching her everywhere. Hands were running up and down her arms. Hands were cupping each breast while mouths still sucked on her sensitive nipples, making her ache to cum again. Meanwhile, Jane felt someone get up onto the table with her. She opened her eyes. It was Peter. He was on his knees between her legs and he was eating her pussy. His tongue was caressing and massaging her cunt and clit the same way her had rubbed her back and shoulder. Deeply without stopping. A never-ending flow of delicious, exciting sensations flooding her pussy. At the same time, other hands had moved to her feet and legs again, keeping up the monumental assault on her senses. It was too much. On the brink of another orgasm she tore her mouth away from the woman who was kissing her and screamed her lungs out. No words, just a gut wrenching release of noise as she came and came and came. Before she even had a chance to catch her breath, Peter plunged his long stiff cock into her dripping wet cunt and began to fuck her hard and deep. He had his hands under her ass now, pulling her towards him as he plowed himself into her over and over. Jane closed her eyes and just allowed herself to feel. Just savored the moment of such a rush of feelings. Her cunt, her tits, her hands and arms, her feet and legs, her lips, everything was being attended to at the same time and it was fantastic. It was even better than she had imagined it would be. She felt alive and on fire everywhere. Suddenly, without even thinking about it, she began to cum again, this time from the very center of her body, from her core. Everything shuddered at once and she went from a state of tension and excitement to a place of complete relaxation all at once. Jane sighed with a deep sense of satisfaction. She felt Peter getting off the table but sensed that his hands were still on her, moving up towards her face. She opened her eyes again just in time to see him bend down to kiss her lightly on the lips and say "Au Revoir." Each of the six did the same in turn. Lightly each one touched her from her feet to her face, then kissed her goodbye with a smile. Annette was the last to go and told Jane to sleep for a while if she wished before she left. Before the door even shut behind her Jane was fast asleep. When she woke up, Jane noticed that the music was no longer playing. All that remained of her fantasy was the scent of the oil and the pine wood of the walls. As she dressed to return to her room and prepare to go home to Ron, she knew how much fun it was going to be to tell him all about her experience. She knew it would turn him on to hear all about it and she would enjoy reliving it in the telling. A Fantasy Come True It was 8.30am when I woke shivering under the covers and wishing the plumber would arrive early to sort out the central heating! I lay in bed pulling the covers tightly round me thinking maybe this was the warmest place to be right now and wondering how to pass a bit of time. My mind wandered to the man I had been exchanging sexy emails with for the past few days and parts of me warmed almost instantly. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine him there with me. My hands began to wander and I imagined they were his. I ran them over my large full breasts pausing to tease my already hard nipples before letting one slide down over my belly and slip between my legs. I was half surprised to find myself so wet and swollen. I flicked my finger over my clit imaging it was his soft tongue, it didn't take much. I played out in my mind him working his way back up trailing delicate kisses up my stomach, over my breasts, my neck and eventually kissing me hard on the mouth so I could taste myself as he had. I was again surprised, this time to find that the soft warm kisses had been my fingers trailing along and the unfamiliar taste in my mouth was in fact my fingers covered in my juices. My fantasy continued this time wanting him inside me I reached to the bedside drawer and took out my vibrator, not exactly the real thing but it would have to do. I slid it gently between my legs into my wet hole, I was so wet it slid in easily, I pumped it in and out, slowly at first then building up speed and plunging it in deeper and deeper with each thrust, teasing my breast with my other hand. I was almost about to cum when the doorbell rang. I jumped, startled at the bell intruding on my thoughts, and then swore before removing the vibrator from me and climbing out of bed. I grabbed my dressing gown on the way to the door and wrapped it around me. At the door stood the plumber, my wish had come true and now I was wishing he had been just a few moments longer in arriving. I let him in and was surprised, it wasn't the usual guy this one looked uncannily like my email friend. As he passed me to come through the door he brushed again me and my dressing gown slipped slightly revealing my chest which was flushed from my recent excitement. I saw him looking and covered myself quickly. I showed him where the boiler was and explained the problem. A 2 minute job he assured me and he was right, he fiddled with a few nuts and the boiler was working again. I offered him a drink which he accepted and then asked for the bathroom so he could wash his hands first. I directed him up the stairs and told him 1st on the left and went to start making drinks. I then realised I had meant 1st on the right, I had just sent him to be bedroom with the unmade bed with the used vibrator still lying on it. I felt my face redden at the thought of him finding it. And then I heard him call. I went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted for him to repeat himself as I hadn't heard what he had said. He shouted down that there was no towel. I started up the stairs to fetch him one, puzzled as I didn't remember moving the ones from the bathroom. I opened my bedroom door to get one and there he was laid on my bed completely naked with my vibrator in his hand and a hard on to rival it in size and hardness between his legs. I stood at the door, my mouth hanging open as I stared at him. "What are you doing" I yelled. He smiled and raised an eyebrow and nodded towards my vibrator "think we can do better than this" then looked at his own erection "and it would be a shame to waste that" "Just get your clothes on and leave please" I said half under my breath still in shock at the sight in front of me and also at myself for feeling so turned on by it. He rose from the bed and walked towards me, I backed away and was almost up against the wall when I noticed his clothes in a heap beside my feet. He stood in front of me, the tip of his cock almost touching my belly and whispered "are you sure?" I licked my lips and nodded, but there was a slight hesitation as I thought no I'm not sure. He noticed it also and took it as the uncertainty it was. He leaned towards me, his lips brushed against mine and one of his strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him. I could now feel his cock hard and hot against me, just a thin piece of material between us. His other hand he stroked against my cheek and then down my neck, between my breasts and lower until he found the belt for my dressing gown, he pulled the cord and all that was holding it together was him leaning against me. Looking right into my eyes he moved ever so slightly away from me releasing the fabric and allowing it to fall wide open revealing my nakedness to him. He gently slid it completely off my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, he looked me up and down, obviously appreciating what he saw as his cock twitched in excitement. Moving to me again he pushed me up against the wall, the coldness against my back making me gasp. He began kissing me, his hands running through my hair and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him even closer to me. Almost without me realising he slipped his feet between my own and gently parted my legs before bending his knees, I could feel his cock sliding down my belly and towards my now almost dripping hole. I raised one leg and wrapped it around him, allowing him to easily slide himself in. Even though I was soaking wet, he was so thick that he couldn't enter me in one thrust, I could feel myself stretching around him and it felt so good. He grabbed at my leg and pulled me harder to him with each thrust burying him deeper and deeper into me. When I thought I could take no more I felt him spasm and his hot cum filled me mixing with my own. He collapsed against me pinning me harder against the wall, breathing hard against my neck. I felt him slide out of me and pull away then he looked down at himself and me and said "I think we need to clean up" "The bathroom's the next door" I stammered. He raised an eyebrow and whispered "how about we clean each other?" He led me to the bed and told me to kneel before sitting on the edge and lying back so his face was under me. Then I felt his tongue flick against the inside of my thighs and up towards my dripping pussy. I leaned forward - my breasts flattening against his belly and took his still hard cock into my mouth. I tasted the same taste I had first encountered earlier that day but mixed with his saltiness. As I licked all of his juices from his cock I felt his tongue flicking over my already swollen clit and then his lips around it sucking on it before he finally plunged his tongue into me. I took his cock deep in my own mouth and sucked at it, wrapping my hands firmly around the base holding it steady as he again filled me with his cum. His tongue was still in me and I followed him and released yet more of my juices into his eagerly waiting mouth. I rolled to the side and lay gasping, my pussy throbbing and all of me exhausted. a Fantasy Come True Once a fetish has been imprinted on—some might say infected—your brain, its grip is unrelenting. You will have as much success willing it away as willing your eye color to change. And if an opportunity, no matter from where, presents itself to exercise your fetish, then it will be irresistible. For a long time I've had intense fantasies about women who smoke with holders. Still, I was startled—or maybe shocked is a better word when reality confronts a fantasy—when, the summer before I entered my final year of college, my mother began to smoke with a holder. Maybe it was because her divorce had been finally settled and she wanted to try something new and maybe it was because she wanted to try to escape post-menstrual depression. I was to find out later. She was now living alone in the house where I grew up—I was an only child—but I knew from when I'd call her from school that she occasionally dated. Except when she was stressed, mother smoked only occasionally, perhaps after a meal or at a party. I once asked her why she smoked, "I smoke only for pleasure, a little bit like eating a chocolate-covered cherry now and then." And then, smiling, she added, "and because of the erotic effect it has on some men. Of course, other men think it's a nasty habit." "Put me squarely in the former camp," I almost said out loud. Mother was small, about five-foot two, and probably weighted hardly more than 100 pounds. She had a light olive skin, dark hair, small breasts, and, apparently about the same time she started to smoke with a holder, had her hair done in a blunt cut. At 47, she was still a very attractive woman. Although I loved both my parents, I could hardly say that about how they treated one another. As I grew older, their fights increased, typically occurring after a party when Dad would begin by accusing mom of flirting and she would reply that she did so because he always ignored her. And there were money issues. Poor mother never learned—or, more likely, never wanted-- to balance a checkbook and Dad would accuse Mom of spending extravagantly. I was pretty sure however that he had a very good salary as an insurance executive and he never seemed to think twice about the dues to his exclusive country club or the "business" trips he and his buddies would take on short notice. Once I was back in school that fall, my fantasies began to involve my mother more and more. At first I tried to suppress these thoughts with their hint of incest, but they were so insistent and arousing that I soon just let them go wherever my imagination took them. The plan over my Christmas vacation was to spend the first few days with my father, stay with mother from the 23rd until New Year's day, and then go back to my father's for the rest of my vacation. (Ah, those long school vacations. What luxury!) By the time I finally stepped into my old home on the morning of December 23, I was obsessed with thoughts of my mother and her provocative smoking. The first day with mother was devoted largely to last minute shopping (we're both procrastinators). We picked out a not-too-tall Christmas tree and I bought a 12-pound turkey, cranberry sauce, potatoes, and string beans to cook on Christmas Day. (Although not great, I'm a better cook than Mom.) After that, we split up to look for presents for one another. I got mother, who liked to splurge on presents for me, to promise me that she'd buy only two and I said I'd do likewise. Actually, earlier, I had gone online to buy her a silver cigarette case for her unfiltered Pall Mall 100s. The second gift, I bought that afternoon: a bottle of the perfume "Obsession," both appropriate gifts I thought given my fantasies. Too tired to cook, we ate dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant. After two glasses of Chianti mother was frisky and kept probing me for details of my romantic life—meager as it was—at college. Finally she asked, "I'm curious, Sweetie, just what kind of girls do you like?" "Well, to be truthful, Mom, I prefer small women, just like you. I suppose that's all very Freudian." "Ah, my darling Oedipus. His mother is his secret love." I blushed. If she only knew! As soon as we got home I set up the tree, leaving it to be decorated on Christmas Eve, a tradition at our house. Mother said she was tired and was going to bed early. "Would you like a nice back rub to put you to sleep," I asked, delighted when she answered, "That would be lovely." She told me where to find some massage oil and pleaded, "Please warm it up with your hands. I hate the shock of cold oil on my skin." I did as she asked, and gently began to rub and kneed her shoulders. She sighed, "Oh darling, that feels so good, so good." But by the time I had worked down to the small of her back she was asleep. I covered her with a sheet and then her comforter, kissed the back of her neck, and went to my old room to sleep. Mother slept in Christmas Eve morning, but finally came downstairs in her nightgown, cigarettes, lighter, and holder in hand, aroused by the smell of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon. I poured her a cup of coffee and announced that I was making scrambled eggs with a bit of cheddar cheese and chives. "Yummy," mother murmured. As she finished her eggs and toast, I was praying that she'd light up and I wasn't disappointed. To a hard-core fetishist like myself, every gesture mother made with her cigarette, holder, and lighter was riveting: how she carefully inserted her unfiltered Pall Mall into her holder so as not to wrinkle the paper; how her fingers curled around the holder as she raised it to her lips, and how—what an unexpected touch—she handed me her lighter and said. "Can you give me a light?" It took me two tries to produce a flame and as I moved as I moved it toward the tip of her cigarette, my hand began to tremble. "You're not nervous, Sweetheart, are you?" mother laughed. I'm sure you've lit a woman's cigarette before." "Actually, Mom," I answered, "not many of the girls I know smoke." "Well, I obviously do and I love it when a man lights my cigarette." The next few minutes watching mother smoke languorously with her holder were an unmitigated erotic experience. After each deep drag, mother would hold the smoke in her mouth and then open her lips slightly before exhaling a thick white stream. I especially loved it when she would sometimes clench the holder between her teeth to free her hands to pour a bit more cream or sugar into her coffee after I had refilled her cup. Her holder was one I had seen on the web: a black and silver 5" Lady Denicotea with a built-in filter, elegant and practical. I was hoping that mother might light up a second time, but no such luck. Instead, she said, "Let me get dressed and then we can decorate the tree. You can build a fire and put on some Christmassy songs. You'll find a couple of albums by the CD player." I did as I was told, mother finally came down stairs, and we began to decorate the tree. Although the tree was hardly taller than mother, she was a perfectionist when it came to decorating and scrutinized the placement of each icicle and each light. When we finally finished, I suggested that I make sandwiches and we go for a long hike in a wooded park about a mile away. "But Sweetie, it's cold outside," she protested. "Don't worry Mom, I'll make a thermos of hot coffee and I'll hold you close as we walk." Actually, it wasn't that bad outside, but by the time we got to the edge of the park we were ready to sit down and eat lunch. During our walk and over lunch mother did most of the talking. She told me about her crazy mother and father, her wild escapades in high school and college, how she met my dad, why they fought and why the finally got a divorce. She also told me how lonely she sometimes got now that she lived alone and how much she loved having me around to help her and to fix things that were broken or didn't seem to work properly. "And just think, Baby, just one more semester of college and you'll be out in the real world. I so hope you can get a job near here so I can see you more often. I can't tell you how much that would mean. I think you must be the only person in the world who really loves me." Because it was getting colder, we decided to bag the walk in the woods and head back home. Once we got there and I had revived the fire to warm us up, I told mother that I had a few errands to run and that I wouldn't be gone for long. I knew where there was a high-end food market with a good selection of wines. I picked out four bottles of a 2000 red Bordeaux, a chèvre for an appetizer, and a good bottle of domestic Champagne to drink while we opened our presents in front of the fire. Mother's dinner was not so great: the steaks were over done, the baked potatoes under done, and the broccoli soggy. Mother was simply not into cooking, as I well knew from experience. But she tried and that made me love her all the more. Fortunately, the Bordeaux smoothed over everything, so by the time we had finished the bottle and were on to desert—it's hard to ruin vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce—we were feeling pretty good, but not drunk by a long shot. "Look Mom, let me quick put the dishes in the dish washer while you get the pillows off my bed and yours. After I stoke up the fire we can put the pillows in front of the fire along with some of the cushions off the couch." When mother came down with the pillows under her arms, she had changed to her silk pajamas. She looked stunning and I told her so. As I put a couple of big logs on the fire and prodded them with a poker so that the embers came to life, mother went back to her room to get an ashtray and her cigarettes, holder, and lighter. I knew she adored Frank Sinatra so I put on a two-CD set called, "Music to Make Love By." After mother arranged the pillows and cushions to her liking she carefully inserted a Pall Mall into her holder and, with out asking, simple passed her lighter to me. I think my hand must have been trembling as much as before because she reached out with her free hand to steady it as she dipped her cigarette to the flame. "I love to watch you smoke with your holder, Mom. You're such an elegant smoker." "Oh, I know because I saw the way you looked at me while I was having a cigarette after breakfast. But, I have to confess; I'm not surprised because when I was cleaning out your old room a few months ago I found a wooden box with a flimsy lock that I easily picked. You know, of course, what I found." I blushed, "Yes I do. Those were pictures of beautiful models smoking with holders that I cut out over the years from those old Vogue and New Yorker magazines from the 50s and 60s that Aunt Helen had left in the attic. I never thought that you or anybody else would ever find them." "Here I thought I'd find Playboy centerfolds, but instead I found ads featuring sophisticated models, all smoking with holders. You, my darling, have a serious fetish, but it's a fetish that shows excellent taste. I think it's endearing and I'm so happy that I can make your fantasy come to life." "Well, believe me, Mom, I'll stack you up against any of these models any day. I mean it: When you smoke with your holder you are irresistible. And as long as you now know a little bit about some of my fantasies, I must confess that another one I have is that you let me taste what you taste when you smoke." With that, mother turned the tip of the holder toward me so that I could have a drag. "No Mom, I don't want to taste the smoke second hand. I want you to blow it straight into my mouth so I can taste exactly what the smoke tastes like when it comes from your lungs." Mother smiled, took an extra deep drag, and blew a jet of creamy white smoke into my expectant mouth. "God, that was wonderful, Mom. Please do it again." I was quite hard by now and I think mother noticed the bulge in my pants although she said nothing. "Why don't you open the bottle of champagne, Sweetie, while I go get some glasses. Mother heard the load "pop" as she was returning from the kitchen. "Ouuu, I just love that sound, don't you. It fits this occasion so well. Lounging before a roaring fire with my handsome son, listening to Frank Sinatra, opening presents, talking about our deepest desires, and showing how much we love and appreciate one another. What more could I ask for?" "OK, Mom, even or odd? Even I open my presents first, odd you open yours." "Odd," Mom said. "Sorry, Mom, it's even, I get to go first." Mother's two presents were simple, tasteful, and much needed: fur-lined gloves and a wool scarf. "Thanks you so much, Mom, I really can use these." I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. "Now it's your turn." Mother was nothing if not expressive. "Oh, I love this cigarette case. You've such good taste. You certainly didn't get it from your father. I'm going to put my Pall Malls in it right now." As soon as mother had opened my second present far enough to see that it was "Obsession" she clamped it to her chest. "You are psychic my son. This is absolutely my all time, favorite perfume. I'm going to put some of it on right now so you can smell what a wonderful gift this is." Mother dabbed a bit behind her ears, and then on the back of her neck. "Come smell, Sweetie." And I did, giving her a little kiss at each place. "Mom, I've always been curious. Exactly on what part of her body does a woman put perfume?" "Well, my naïve son, it depends on what she plans to do. If it's an ordinary date, she puts her perfume just where I just did. If it's a very serious date, she also puts it in other places." "Like where, Mom?" "Why don't you try to guess, Sweetie." "Well, I suppose she puts it everywhere she'd like to be kissed." "That's right, and where do you suppose that would be?" mother said with a taunting smile. "OK, I guess on her nipples, on her belly, and on the inside of her thighs." "And anywhere else?" "And I guess if she and her date were really involved, she'd put a dab of perfume on her vagina." "You mean, on her pussy, don't you? Your mother wasn't born yesterday: Pussy, bush, beaver, snatch, cunt. I've heard them all. And for a man it's his dick, cock, rod, baton, prick, and so on. For me, I love the soft fuzzy sound of "pussy." Besides, you know what a real pussy does if it's stroked. And "cock" makes me think of a strutting roster. Believe me, it doesn't offend me if you use either of those terms. The others I really don't care for." "Mom, since we've broken the ice about sex, I've got to ask you. Did Dad ever kiss your pussy?" "He didn't like to, Sweet Pea, and he thought my breasts were too small." "That's a shame, Mom, because I think your breasts are perfect. I guess that my tastes in women are a little unusual with my holder fetish and all, but women with balloon breasts just don't appeal to me." "So now you must tell me, son, did you ever kiss one of your girlfriend's pussy?" "No I never did, but I fantasized about it a lot because I guess to me a women's pussy is the essence of her womanhood. It'd like a mystical cave you've got enter if you want to worship the goddess who it belongs to. I know what I'm saying may sound a bit over the top, but that's how I feel." "Tell me, my Baby, have you ever fantasized about kissing my breasts or pussy?" "Yes I have, all the time. You discovered my long-standing holder fetish when you found my stash of pictures. Well, after I first saw you smoking with a holder last summer, you started to appear in my fantasies. I suppose because of the strong incest taboo I tried to resist these intrusions so that at first all I would try to think only of lighting your cigarettes. But I couldn't keep the floodgates closed for long. I began to fantasize about kissing every part of your body while you lounged on your bed, languorously smoking with your holder." As I finished my latest confession, mother took a deep drag on her cigarette, brought my mouth close to hers, and filled it with smoke. "I would love for you to fulfill your fantasy." With those electric words, I almost creamed on the spot. Opening the jacket of her pajama top, I began to gently nibble on her beautifully erect nipples and then to suck and kiss them. Mother had laid out a path for my mouth from her breasts, to her tummy, and--once I slid down her silken pants--to her inner thighs and, finally, to those irresistible second set of lips. Anyone who has had the thrill of tasting pussy knows that that there is no other taste like it. It is primitive, elemental, intoxicating. I couldn't get enough of that sacred cave that I began to savor in every way I could with my tongue. This was total ecstasy. Time had stopped. At last I was aware of mother's fingers in my hair, gently lifting my face toward hers. "Oh, Sweetheart, I am in seventh heaven. The fire, Sinatra's voice, drinking champagne, and smoking while you ravish my pussy. You are the lover I've always dreamed of." My engorged cock was between mother's legs, ready to enter her, when she whispered, "Please, Sweetie, no penetration. I want to save that for later. Right now I just want to savor the way you're making love to me. I know this may sound silly, but I feel like you've taken me to a famous restaurant, renown for its appetizers. The problem is that they are so yummy I want to have two of them and then skip to the dessert. The main course is for another night. But instead of "appetizer" I think the French word "entrée" works better. My pussy is an entrée to my body and your tongue is making also making its entrée. The wonderful thing about this entrée is that we both can enjoy it at the same time. Now, with all this talk, I ready for the second entrée, are you my love?" Once is never enough and I approached mother wet pussy with renewed awe, reverence, and lust. It was pure joy to hear her low moans the way she would suddenly catch her breath. When mother raised my head a second time and I straddled her hips she could see that my foreskin was so pulled back by my engorged cock that it was hard to tell that I was not circumcised "God, I love this restaurant's menu," mother laughed, "and it's the only one I know of where they encourage you to smoke at the same time you're enjoying the meal. I don't know about you, my darling, but I'm ready for dessert. I want to try the specialty of the house where the chef peels a banana, reams out a hole along its center, and fills it with a heavenly cream. I can't wait to try it. It's especially delicious if eaten with a lot of smoke I'm told." Mother asked me to change places with her, inserted another cigarette in her holder, and had me give her a light. She then began to devour her dessert. I'd never had a blowjob before, much less a smoky one from my mother! "Oh Mom, you are unbelievable," I cried out. While she moved her mouth and tongue back and forth over the enflamed head of my cock, she stroked the shaft with her holder. "I want to light your roman candle my baby." "Oh Mom," I cried when I could stand it no longer, "You're bringing me off. I'm going to cum into your mouth." "Cum to mommy, my love, cum, cum. I want to suck out every last drop of your wonderful cream." And I indeed exploded like a roman candle, again and again, as deep as I dare go without choking my mother. Finally, we collapsed, totally spent. I pulled mother up until her breasts were against my chest. I caressed her hair and whispered in her ear she had given me a priceless Christmas present. I told her how much I loved her and worshipped her and how much I wanted to take care of her and protect her. a Fantasy Come True The fire had died down and the living room was getting cold so I helped mother put her silk pajamas back on and lifted her—all 100 pounds of her!—into my arms to carry her upstairs to her bedroom. We climbed into bed, but even though I was naked, mother's body, small as it was, soon warmed me under her thick comforter. She fell asleep almost immediately, her legs intertwined with mine and her head resting in the crook of my arm. I resisted sleep as long as I could as I played over and over in my mind what had happened that evening. But soon, I too was dreaming. A Fantasy Come True Whenever I was around him - my boss - I couldn't help but feel flustered and lost for words. It had been a long time since I had felt that way about someone and it made me feel like a school girl with a crush. He was handsome, in an old fashioned way, with eyes a piercing brown that seemed to look right through me. He always dressed smartly for work, pinstripe trousers and a carefully ironed shirt - ironed by his wife, that is. He knew women found him attractive too, you could tell by the way he spoke: confidently, but always with a teasing smile. I knew it was pointless, but I couldn't help fantasising about him - if for no other reason, it passed the time in a job I had no interest in. I used to think about the effect I might have had on him too; I was aware I was quite good looking, and a lot younger than some of the other women that worked in the office. We would flirt with each other but I didn't really think it meant anything other than friendly banter - of course, I knew he was married. However, it certainly made my job more entertaining. I'd been working as a temp for almost a year, ever since I had graduated from college. I hadn't meant to be there for that long, but somehow I had become stuck in a dead-end position that wasn't really going anywhere and I was struggling to see a way out of it. I knew I wasn't ever going to push myself to find a career I was interested in without biting the bullet and leaving my job at the office, so after giving it a lot of thought I decided to hand in my notice. I felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as I knocked on my boss's door on the morning I'd committed myself to the decision. There was no answer straight away so I knocked again, then half-opened the door and peered around. My boss was sitting at his desk on the phone looking deep in conversation, but looked up as I came in. He stopped speaking for a moment and smiled, signalling for me to take a seat. "I'm sorry, I'll have to call you back," he told the person he was talking to, "something just came up." He put the phone back into the cradle and gave me a long look. "So how can I help you this morning?" he asked, sitting back in his seat and folding his arms. I hesitated for a moment suddenly feeling slightly unsure of myself, but managed to hand over the envelope containing the letter I had written the night before, explaining my reasons for leaving. "I've decided to hand in my notice." I said, not quite meeting his eyes as he took the letter from me. "I'm sorry." I added, somehow trying to soften the blow. He raised his eyebrows and let out a long breath. "I can't say I'm that surprised." He said, sounding disappointed. "I know this job isn't really what you want to be doing." I nodded in reply. "I'll be sorry to lose a good employee though, you have always been better than this place." I blushed slightly at the compliment and he gave me a long look. "Actually, I won't just miss you as my employee," he added, "I like being able to see you everyday." "Well, I'll miss working here." I said, trying to bring the conversation back to safe territory. "You've been a good boss." "I hope I have, to you." He replied, and I felt slightly uncomfortable. He was incredibly attractive, sitting here in front of me, and all I could think about was what his eyes might be searching for when they left my face and lingered on my body. I'd always liked dressing up for work, and today I was wearing sheer stockings with the fastenings just about hidden under an above-knee-length skirt. I wore a tight-fitting white blouse that just showed a little bit of cleavage and black heels. I always wore my hair down, and right now it hung in loose waves around my shoulders. If I'm being honest, I dressed up for him. I hoped to get his attention and it seemed today, perhaps I had. He leaned forward over the desk and reached for my hand, which was resting on the surface. "You don't have to leave, you know." He said, gently stroking the back of my hand. The sensation sent shivers through my spine. I should have moved my hand away, but I didn't. "Yes I do, you know I do." I replied, meeting his gaze. "What if, perhaps, we could come to some kind of arrangement?" He asked, looking at me in a meaningful way. "What do you mean? What kind of arrangement?" I asked, feeling a guilty spark of excitement as my mind raced through the possible meanings to his question. He slowly traced his fingers along my arm and back down again. "What if, perhaps, you were to help me?" He proposed, with a slight grin as he carefully took my hand and pulled it towards him, "Then maybe I could help you in return?" He rested my fingers on his lips, and still I didn't pull away. He opened his lips and I could feel his breath on my fingertips as he kissed them. "What would you do for me, exactly?" I asked, feeling slightly breathless. He put down my hand and leant back again, looking rather business like. "What if there were a vacancy opening here soon? Something more suited to your creative talents? Perhaps I could help you... acquire the position?" He looked at me questioningly, waiting for an answer. "And what would you like me to do in return, exactly?" I asked in reply. "I'm sure you could think of something." He said quietly, mischievously. My heart was racing. I couldn't quite believe this was happening. I'd thought most of my feelings towards him were one-sided but clearly I was wrong. "But... you're married." I stated. He shrugged and smiled. "Does that matter?" He asked. I didn't say anything, but just sat for a minute as he watched me with that smirk on his face. I'd fantasised about this for a long time. I'd wanted him ever since I'd started working there., and now his proposition hung tantalisingly between us. Then slowly, almost involuntarily, I stood up and walked around the desk to where he was sitting. I stood in front of him, between his legs and he reached up behind me and placed both of his hands on my back, pushing up my top so he could feel my skin. I took a small step forward and he moved his hands down over my bum, then around to my stomach and under my top. Not looking away from my eyes for the whole time, he slid his hands up, over my breasts and kept them there. I felt an overwhelming urge of desire for him in that moment. All thoughts of his wife and the job left me and all I could hear was our breathing. "I've wanted this for a long time." He said, his smirk replaced by look of longing. "Me too." I whispered back. I took hold of one of his hands and placed it on my thigh and slowly moved it up towards the top of my stockings where they were fastened to suspenders. I heard him sigh as his fingers brushed against my lips through my pants. I was wet and he could feel it; it seemed too much for him. He grabbed me from behind and lifted me onto his lap. I was sitting with my legs either side of him and I could feel his cock against my cunt. He was hard, but we were completely separated by our clothes. He kissed me then, deep and long and I could feel him pushing against me through his trousers. We were both breathless. I stood up again and undid my pants from my suspenders, sliding them down my legs but keeping my skirt on. At the same time he unbuttoned his trousers. Without any pause to think about the consequences I climbed back on top of him and slid his dick inside me, skin on skin. He pushed upwards, hard and it took my breath away. I started to rock back and forth on top of him. He undid the top few buttons of my blouse and pulled it back to expose my bra, then pulled my bra downwards until both of my breasts were spilling out of my top. His fingers wound through my hair and pulled back my head, leaving my neck and chest exposed to his lips. I then got up and turned around so I was leaning on the desk in front of him while he stayed sitting on his chair, and he ran his hands up my thighs inside my skirt before bringing my body down onto his dick. I held onto the desk as he pounded into me from behind. He reached his arm around my front so he was holding onto my waist and using his other arm he pushed me into the desk and held me down so my breasts were pressed against the hard wood surface and I was completely powerless to him. I couldn't move from this position even if I'd wanted to and his thrusts were getting harder and harder. Then the hand he had around my waist reached down between my thighs and I felt his fingers slide across my cunt lips, slowly rubbing back and forth, then pressing harder until I felt myself getting lost in the sensation. Our bodies began to burn hot as the friction grew between us. He continued to hold me down as he moved in and out of me, and in a few seconds our breathing stopped and our movements slowed as we both came at the same time, losing ourselves completely in the wave of ecstasy that washed over. He pulled out while I was still leaning on the desk and I felt a warm trickle leak down my thigh. I didn't normally have sex unprotected. Something about him made me forget myself. We both cleaned up and got dressed without speaking. As I turned to leave he asked, "So you'll start tomorrow then?" The mischievous twinkle was back in his eye. "I guess I will." I replied, surprised at the way this morning's events had unfolded. I never thought I was the type of person to sleep my way to the top. It certainly didn't feel all that bad. A Fantasy Come True I first met Carl through an online dating service in the male seeking male category. Having never been with a man before, I was apprehensive about getting together. I kept debating in my mind if I should. Finally turning my longtime fantasy into reality had won out. Nervous, I went to his place of business where he had suggested in an earlier e-mail we get together. Meeting him for the first time, I saw Carl was a big man. Stocky, with thinning hair and in his mid-sixties, he wore glasses and had a huge pot belly. He struck me as an old football lineman long gone to seed. I knew he was gay from our online chats. I'm older, too, but years younger than Carl. I realize it was late in life for a man-to-man encounter, but, as I said, it was a longtime fantasy. I'm slender with a bubble butt. I have hair on my head but nearly none on my body. Over time, I've learned most people view me as above average in looks. At the time, it was early spring weather so I was wearing a pullover sweater with jeans and Carl was dressed in jogger's sweatpants with a tee-shirt beneath a light jacket. Carl was an upholsterer. He used his shop for his business. Walk-in customers were infrequent, with most of his jobs being done by appointment. Retired from a longtime career with a big company, his self-employment appeared to me to be more hobby than business to me. He confirmed my thoughts by telling me a main purpose of his shop was to serve as a meeting place for sexual encounters. He never invited anyone to his home. He repeated a comment from his online profile. "I'm looking for casual sex, not a long term relationship." His profile had also noted he was strictly a top wanting a bottom. We were the only two people in his out-of-the-way building and after a few moments of conversation, Carl invited me into the back. After following him through a cluttered workshop area, I stepped into a small room. A pair of bare bulbs hung from the ceiling and the floor was concrete with a small carpet square fronting a rolled arm couch and matching chair. The couch and chair looked like castaways; their well worn fabric was ripped and soiled. The carpet was filthy. A stack of male porn movies sat on a fold-out table. A television and its disc player sat on a wooden side table across the room. A tiny washroom with sink and stool was inset in the back wall. The room's front wall held an old door with an upper window glass leading out to a four car parking lot. Blinds over the door glass were open, allowing Carl sight of anyone approaching his business. The armchair was positioned so an occupant could watch a movie and the lot at the same time. Shutting the door to the workshop behind me as I entered the back room, Carl grabbed me by the arm and twirled me into a bear hug of an embrace. Then, lowering his face to mine, he kissed me fully on the lips, his tongue probing past them into my mouth. Although surprised by Carl's sudden contact, I reacted by dueling his tongue with my own, swapping and tasting him. There was a different feel to kissing a man, I thought. With my lack of resistance, he let his hands slip down to cup my ass cheeks grinding his pelvis into mine. I could feel the length of his stiff cock pressing against me. He broke our embrace, stepping back and breathing hard. "Let's get naked. Take off those clothes." Carl shucked off his jacket, tee shirt, and sweatpants easily. Because he was not wearing underwear, he stood buck naked. Almost. He'd left on his athletic shoes and black socks. It took longer for me to remove my clothes. I not only wore more clothing but felt a bit self-conscious. Even so, as I did it, my eyes roamed over the naked older man. He was a self-described bear. He was hairy all over. His back, shoulders, and buttocks were covered with it along with the normal places like arms and legs. Beneath the overhang of his huge pot belly a long thick circumcised cock sprang from a thicket of pubic hair. A big hairy ball sac dangled below it between his fleshy thighs. Carl's stiffly bobbing cock was far bigger than mine. I'd always considered my size slightly better than normal, but it didn't come close to comparing with his. Still, he said, "Nice," with a grin, reaching out to rub my hard cock as it sprang free from the waistband of my underwear being stripped-off. He briefly kissed me again while fondling my cock. He put a thick-fingered hand on my bare shoulder, pressing me down. "Suck me," he commanded. I dropped to my knees on the carpet, my face close and near level with his heavy-veined cock. I hesitated, arriving at a point of no return. Second-guessing him, I silently questioned if I truly wanted my fantasy to be real. Carl took the decision from me. Putting his hands to the back of my head, Carl prodded my closed lips with the mushroom-like cap of his cockhead. I started to speak, telling him my reservations, but with a buck of his hips Carl drove his big cock past my parted lips into my mouth. My lips barely stretched around its thickness. Carl began working his cock in and out of my wet mouth, but never deep enough to choke me. He was so big I could do little beyond simply holding my mouth wide open, letting him use it for his pleasure. Reaching up to his large drooping balls, I began rolling them like marbles in one hand, feeling their weight and knowing his nut sac was filled with cum. Using my other hand, I rubbed his hairy ass. Quickly pulling his cock out of my mouth, he backed himself into sitting in the armchair. "Waddle over here on your knees and suck my cock," he demanded. Doing as I was told, I duck-walked between his spread knees and dipped my head down to lick and suck his big cock while he settled himself comfortably in the arm chair. "That's it, nibble my cock." He instructed me again and again about how he wanted to be pleased. "Lick the head," he said. "Lap my balls with your tongue. Suck them into your mouth." All the time, my nerves were buzzing. I felt a thrill surge through me as I was casually used by another man. To me, it was nasty and hot. Finally, he said, "Just suck the cockhead. Flick the underside with your tongue." Complying, I cupped his hairy balls while he jacked-off in my mouth. He worked his hand up and down faster and faster, his balls jouncing wildly in my palm. Then, he went still with a groan. A hard jet of cum spurted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and laying down a sticky line onto my tongue. A sudden wetness came into my mouth. Spurting a second jet of cum, Carl coated my tongue again. I could taste his gooey wad and smell its musky odor. Again, I was surprised that I found it pleasurable. I swallowed it. Above me, Carl muttered, "Oh, yeah, take it all. Gobble it down, cocksucker." A weak spurt drooled from the slit of his cockhead and oozed down into my mouth. Using the tip of my tongue, I licked the sticky juice still welling from the slit. "Milk it dry," he urged. I mouthed his deflating cock until it was limp. Pushing my face aside, Carl told me to stand. When I did, he remained seated in his chair. Taking my cock in hand, he brought his mouth to it and began sucking me. His hot mouth felt good. I was getting ready to cum, when he backed me off with his hands, letting my cock slip from his mouth. Rising from his chair, he turned me to face away from him. Reaching around my body with one arm, Carl began jacking me off. "I don't swallow cum. You do, bitch," he said, while pressing his hairy damp skin against me. The limp length of his cock aligned with my ass-crack. Within a minute of being jacked-off by him, my cock was spewing cum. I watched my initial spurt arc into the air and fall to the carpet. Leaning my head back, I kissed his lower jaw, my eyes closed, reveling in the splendid sensation of my cock's ejaculation. Carl whispered down to me, "That's it, baby. Cum for me." After I stopped shooting, Carl stepped back. He cleaned his fingers of cum dribbled from my cock by wiping them on one of my ass-cheeks. Scrutinizing the carpet where I'd deposited cum, I noticed other dried cum spots nearby. It made me wonder how often the filthy carpet had been used by other men standing in my place. Telling me to turn so he could study my bubble butt, Carl eyed it critically before saying, "You'll do. I want to fuck that ass, but it'll have to wait. Next time you come, wear flimsy women's panties. I like that. I don't care what color, surprise me." Slipping on his sweatpants, he added, "By the way, never bring a rubber. I don't wear them. I enjoy going bareback, dumping my load into a bottom. I like the idea of it still seeping out of their ass days later, reminding them of me." His words had me concerned. I knew going bareback wasn't practicing safe sex. But realistically, I knew lust would prevail and I'd be back, taking my chances with Carl. Or, the thought arose, any man who wanted me. A Fantasy Come True "Hey wait up!" Mark called to Alexis as she walked to her car one night. Alexis turned and smiled, although not as widely as she wanted to. She really liked Mark but would never dare to let him know. She was in a long term yet dead-end relationship, one which she couldn't bear to end, simply because she didn't want to hurt her fiance. She was old fashioned, and firmly believed that people should not cheat. Her fiance was head-over-heels in love with her and although he knew she was unhappy, he held on to every bit of hope that she would feel the same way once again. Mark walked toward Alexis. He was very handsome, with a slight yet muscular build. Alexis was curvy but athletic. She dressed rather conservatively, since her rather sizable breasts often brought unwanted attention. Mark seemed to like her but only as a friend which was understandable since she was engaged. As much as she tried to fight it, she could not help but be drawn to Mark. He was intelligent, witty and undeniably attractive. She spent many nights fantasizing about him. "I wanted to talk to you about something......" he stopped abruptly and fell forward. Alexis realized with horror that someone had stuck him from behind just as a large hand closed around her mouth. "Make just ONE sound and you're dead" the voice was low and meant business. Panic threw a lightening bolt into her heart. Her hands were quickly bound behind her back, she was blindfolded and her mouth gagged. Terrified beyond belief, she tried to listen for Mark as she was pushed along. Suddenly she was lifted into a vehicle and she heard a loud thud next to her which she could only imagine was Mark's unconscious body. "Oh my God! What is going on! Who are these men?!?" she thought but didn't dare make a sound. If she were alone she would fight tooth and nail to escape but she couldn't bear the thought of something happening to Mark. "What the hell?!?!" came a loud yell from what she tagged in her head as Man #2. "Who is this woman?? We told you to bring HIM!" "We had no choice, this bitch was right there, he would have been in his car if we didn't grab him when we did. Just chill, maybe we could use her" said Man#1 Grunts of agreement came from what sounded like two or three other men. Suddenly she felt someone standing very close to her, breathing on her face "She's not bad looking, maybe we could do A LOT of using" he sneered. Panic, fear and terror filled her entire body "Please God, don't let them hurt me!" "Never mind her, wake HIS ass up" said Man#2. Alexis heard a splash and a loud slap. Nothing. "Oh my God, I hope he's only unconscious!" she thought. Just then someone else came close to her, she felt her breasts being grabbed. "Look at these tits! Maybe I can use THESE, ha ha ha ha ha!!!" She started to thrash her body around to fling his hands off, it was hard to figure out which way to go with the blindfold on but she would never make it easy for this criminal to touch her! She felt a fist slam into her jaw and sank into darkness. Mark opened his eyes. "What the hell is going on here?!?!" he started to his feet but was shoved down by two masked men. Last thing he remembered was being hit on the back of his head. "Somehow they dragged me into the back of this van" he thought. There were at least six men in the van he assessed. One driver, one seemed to be the leader, sitting in the corner with his arms folded, two guarding him and two were hulking over another figure on the....."Oh my God no!!! They got Alexis too!" The leader spoke, "we have you finally Agent Tower, didn't think we would find you huh? and we have this lovely young lady here so cooperate or I'll let my men play with her" the look on his face was ominous. Suddenly one of the men lifted the unconscious Alexis to her feet, her hands were bound behind her, she was blindfolded and gagged. The one who held her up took off her blindfold. The other one took out a knife. "No!! Don't you dare hurt her!!!" The man placed the blade in the collar of her shirt and pulled downward, ripping her shirt open. Her chest was exposed, she wore a simple black bra with the tiniest bit of lace trim. Her breasts were large and pert yet looked soft to Mark. Even though the situation was critical, he was a man after all, and couldn't help but stare. The man cupped one and said "Shall we have a taste of your girlfriend here? or are you going to tell us what we need to know" Mark was in a complete panic. He knew what they were after and his many years of training were clear, he must never give away what he knew. This was different, an innocent civilian was in danger. He racked his brain for a plan. Suddenly the man with the knife slashed Alexis across her chest, just above her breasts. "No!!!" screamed Mark "she is innocent, she has no idea who I am!!!" Alexis moaned and stirred. The cut was superficial but she was bleeding, dripping down her body. She woke up. One of the men was walking over to Mark as Alexis woke up. "He's alive!!" she thought. Her chest was aflame and she could feel something wet dripping down "it's blood, they cut me!!" She was distracted from her pain with the vision of the man standing over Mark with a knife. He reached back and plunged the knife into Mark's left shoulder. Mark grimaced but refused to give them the satisfaction of screaming. Suddenly, mayhem ensued. "Abort, abort!!!" "WHAT ABOUT THEM!?" "Throw them out, we gotta go!! NOW!!" Mark and Alexis were thrown from the van. They both tumbled onto the grass, groaning from the fall. Mark was in serious pain from his wound. He reached for Alexis first, took out her gag and untied her hands. "Are you ok?" he asked. She glanced down, mortified at her lack of covering. He quickly realized the issue and took off his blood-soaked shirt and put it on her. "Better?" he asked. She nodded. She stared at his shoulder. Before she could speak he pulled her up, "no time to lose, we have to get out of here, NOW!" His car was across the street, they bolted. "We need to call 911!" Alexis finally found her voice. "Sorry Alexis, I can't explain why but we can't. Do you trust me?" his eyes pleaded as he looked over at her. She nodded, thoroughly confused but understanding that something very big was going on. She didn't know him as well as she thought! They pulled up in front of a house. "I live here with my roommates, lucky for us they're all away on vacation" They both made their way upstairs. His bedroom was on the 2nd floor, with his own private bathroom. Suddenly her instincts kicked in, "Mark, where can I find a first aid kit? I'll grab a chair, meet me in your bathroom" She was certified in First Aid, but never imagined she'd be using her knowledge to help her number one crush. "Here it is" for the first time in his life, Mark felt shy. He handed the kit to Alexis. She washed her hands and started on his shoulder. His chair was facing the mirror along the wall. He could see her wound, it was not bad, the bleeding had mostly stopped. His eyes could not help but follow the trail of blood lower, where the undone buttons of his shirt showed her flushed breasts. She was cleaning his wound carefully and realized that he was staring at her chest via the mirror. She debated whether or not to stop and button his shirt higher or just let him enjoy the view. This was a dream come true in a way, she was half naked with Mark in his house! Her mind raced and she blushed as she remembered the nights she spent alone in her bed, stroking herself as she fantasized about him. She always knew that they would only remain fantasies yet here she was, being this close to him was more than she could bear. Then she thought of her fiance. "No, I must turn this off! I'm engaged!" "Alexis?" "Yes" "I have a confession to make" The End A Fantasy Come True At 19 I had many things going on, as most guys do. I was always attracted to my cousin Heather M. and thought she was great! I would fantasize sometimes but that's all it was. One night though something changed... Heather my cousin was visiting us for several days and my girlfriend and I would show her around the big city. Maybe the 3rd or 4th day into her visit my folks went out of town for a couple of days. That night there was just the 3 of us and not doing a heck of a lot. We had a couple of beers and were just sitting in the living room. Like a lot of you, Well one beer led to many and then Heather asked if we wanted to play truth or dare... Ahhh ya I guess so. I asked my girlfriend and she said sure, why not. We got asking silly questions and a few subtle dares. I have to admit I was feeling kind of horny. My girlfriend was slim about 5'6 true blonde hair and very cute. She was about a 34B, where as Heather was about 5'4 125 lbs, strawberry red hair, a few freckles and about a 36C. I asked if we were daring?? and dared my girlfriend to take her top off. She had no real problem as it was just the 3 of us. She lifted her top above her head and she was wearing a light green see-through bra. Her perky nipples and areolas had no problem showing through the bra. Yes definitely had a hard on at this point. It seemed that it has turned into a dare, dare game now. Heather dared me to take off my shirt. No biggy, I'm a guy.. I looked at Heather and dared her to take off her blouse. She looked a little embarrassed but started to unbutton the blouse. As she removed her blouse there was a lovely Full set of boobs hidden under a fairly plain bra. Her skin looked so soft and lightly covered in freckles which seemed to turn me on more. It was like gang up time... My girlfriend dared me to remove my jeans and as I was taking them down I could see Heather watching very closely. Once they were shed I said I'll grab a couple of more beers. When I got back they were giggling and laughing, so I asked what's up? Nothing, just girl talk... I said I was going to roll another joint and it was my girlfriends turn and to my surprise she dared Heather to remove her jeans. I must have stopped and jaw open because she asked if that was ok. Yes by all means.. Damn OK!! I had never seen Heather even in a bikini so here I was looking at this cute girl slowly removing her jeans. God she looked wonderful and damn was I hard! She had a pair of bikini panties on and again they were plain but what a sight. Wow she looked great. My girlfriend laughed and said that I really approved of what I was seeing. Heather asked, how so. LOOK, he has such a hard on!! Heather looked and a slight blush appeared but seemed to enjoy the fact that I was hard. As we passed around the joint we were all at the point of seeing someone getting nude. Heather dared my girlfriend to remove her bra and as she did I don't know if she was excited or there was a bit of a breeze, but my God her nipples were rock hard. Well damn... Heather I dare you to remove your bra!! This time she didn't seem to mind. She unclasped it and there was a lovely set of breasts just standing free. Her areolas were large but a light color and her nipples, not poky like my girlfriends, large round and damn Hot looking. Out of my mouth came WOW!!! Now she gave a bit of a blush.. my girlfriend gave me a friendly slap on the arm.. We just laughed. My girlfriend looked at me and said.. Mike, I dare you to stand up and remove your underwear. NOW, I felt awkward. I stumbled a bit and they both were saying, come on.. do it! I said ok.. and started to move them slowly down. Come on Mike Heather said.. In a moment or two I was standing in front of both girls with a raging hard on. I'm circumcised with a nice head and 6 1/2". Heather just stared at me, so I took my hand and slowly stroked it a couple of times. Can I sit now? Yes, go ahead my girlfriend said. Heather told my girlfriend to remove her panties and in a moment she was sliding them off and we could now see a lovely set of pouting pussy lips that were damp. She shaves around her lip area and trims above. How inviting... Mmmmmmm I looked at Heather and said... Heather, remove your panties for us please. She stood up and slowly lowered the panties. As they lowered, I could now see her pubic hair starting to show. Her pubic hair was also a strawberry red color but seemed so silky, not course! Then as they fell away for the first time I saw my cousins pussy lips. They were a light red color and looked so smooth. As she sat back down, her pussy lips parted a little and oh my God was it a wonderful sight. I just said... God, I'm so horny! Both of them said ya, me to! I leaned over and kissed my girlfriend and ran my hand up her leg. She sighed and I moved closer and moved down and kissed her pussy. I heard a sigh, not just from her but from Heather. I looked at Heather and asked if she would touch me. Without a hesitation she got onto the floor and grabbed my cock. She had such a light touch that it sent tingles through me. As she slowly stroked my cock I turned and continued to lick my girlfriends pussy. She loves been eaten out and I love going down on her. She tasted wonderful and was getting wetter by the moment. She said wait! Huh.. I said. She moved over me into a 69 position. She was watching Heather stroke me as I started back on her now open lips. She was wide open and her juices were now flowing quite well. I tried to look at Heather as I ate out my girlfriend but just could not see her. Heather continued to stroke me slowly as though to feel every inch. My cock head was so swollen now and the feelings were wonderful. For a split second Heather stopped and there was a wet pair of lips engulfing my cock head. I looked up but could not see who had their lips on my cock. God the feeling was getting amazing but I still didn't know who it was. It was actually exciting not knowing. I continued to eat out my girlfriend the best I could and all of a sudden my whole cock was engulfed and a hard sucking felling back to the head. The feeling was amazing. There was again another slight pause and my cock head was being sucked and licked. It felt somewhat different and then I knew that Both girls were sucking my cock. I went into high mode on my girlfriend and licked, and sucked all the juices I could. I would flick her clit and then plunge my tongue as far inside her as I could. The licking and sucking continued on my cock and my head was actually starting to spin. My girlfriend was about to cum as she thrust her pussy hard into my mouth. Her juices were running down my cheeks and the next thing I knew she was shouting out... I'M CUMMING!!!! I looked up and her head was high in the air and they was a sudden flood of her juices. She came with such a force. I stopped for a moment to concentrate on my self. The feeling was unbelievable. The sucking and licking was incredible... It wasn't a slow build up. It was like an explosion. I'm CUMMING I said and Bang!!! I shot like there was no tomorrow. It was so powerful and it was like a whole body orgasm! I just grabbed onto my girlfriends ass as I kept cumming. I couldn't think, couldn't breath it was wild. In a few moments it dawned on me. It wasn't my girlfriend that finished me, it was my cousin Heather. It was her mouth sucking my cock as my girlfriend was cumming. My girlfriend rolled off of me and there was Heather still kneeling between my legs. She had cum on her cheek and she just looked at me and giggled. I looked at her and said WOW!!!! This was F***ing amazing. I sat up and kissed my girlfriend and then leaned to my cousin and kissed her. We actually open mouthed and tongued. I could still taste myself in her mouth. Not bad, but sure as hell different. I looked into her eyes and just said thank you. No, it was definitely "my" pleasure. The next thing I heard was my girlfriend saying, hey that's not fair... Heather hasn't cum!! That's ok Heather said... Whoa.. no it's not! I told Heather to sit on the couch and as she did I moved between her legs. I asked my girlfriend to come closer and I whispered in her ear. She kind of said Ummmm, well OK! Heather asked WHAT? Nothing except that it's your turn now. I slowly moved her legs apart and then lifted up and moved towards her. I looked into her eyes and said come here. She bent forward and I gave her a long open mouth kiss. I slowly moved down and was now looking at a beautiful set of wet pussy lips. I slowly moved forward and started to lick her lips and give a few sucks on her clit. She let out a few whimpers and I got her to slide her ass forward giving me complete view and full access to her pussy. Damn, she tasted sweet and I just held her outer thighs and started to give her a complete bathing from my tongue. She was so wet and leaning back into the couch. As I concentrated on her clit, I moved two fingers to her wide open lips. I placed them at her opening and then slowly slid them inwards. I was licking, flicking and kissing her clit as I started a faster and deeper as well as a hard thrust now and then. She was moaning loudly now and as I looked up I gave my girlfriend a nod. This was her cue to pinch and play with her nipples. I don't know if it was the shock of having her nipples being touched but her eyes opened quickly and she just started to moan loudly. I continued my liking and sucking and fingering and my girlfriend flicked her nipples. Heather started cumming with such force. She actually screamed for a moment and her juices gushed into my mouth and face and then her thighs clamped so hard on my head it almost hurt. She bucked several times and her whole body shook. It was actual convulsions for a little bit and then she started to calm down and slowly relax. We all just looked at each other and started to laugh and giggle.... What a night to remember!!! A Fantasy Come True Lacy loved how it felt as she swam; slicing through the water gave her a feeling of freedom. That feeling was one of the few things that gave her an escape from everyday life. Looking over, she saw Stacy and her brother Wes, talking and having some beers. She and Stacy were the last of their family and both women enjoyed it when Lacy visited. Stacy never got in the water anymore; her therapy for cancer just sapped all the energy out of her. Wes sometimes did. Stacy could tell her husband was watching Lacy but couldn't really blame him. She hadn't really been able to take care of her husband's needs for some time. Plus her sister had a nice body and enjoyed showing off. Wes had positioned himself so that he could see Lacy swimming. Stacy had her back to the pool. Wes pretended to listen to what his wife was saying but his attention was on his sister. Lacy was 5'5" with jet black hair and large hazel eyes. He figured that she didn't weigh much, maybe 100 pounds. She liked to wear a really skimpy bikini and her 32c breasts were practically hanging out. Lacy got a thrill flirting with men. Every girl knows the look of lust men get and she liked giving it to them, but nothing else; to tease but never to please. She swam on her back and casually glanced over at her brother. Yeah he was staring at her breasts. Wes was pretty good looking. At 5'9" about 200 pounds and blond hair, her sister had done all right. She knew that Stacy was on a long road to recovery which left Wes unsatisfied. That didn't mean Lacy was above trying to give him an erection. Lacy had a few guys she dated, but wasn't serious about any of them. She just used them for sex. Her brother was trying to hide that he was practically undressing her with his eyes. Lacy hoped that her sister didn't notice. Being as he was staring at her chest anyway, she swam on her back to give him a good look. Lacy was an old hand at this game. Glancing over every now and again she would catch him leering and the expression of guilt he got always made her smile. Sometimes she would stop and just stand in the water facing him. She would play with her hair and absently rub her breasts. When he got the look that said he was about to explode, she would turn and swim away. Wes was in a bad way and there was nothing that was going to help. He had always thought Lacy was hot. Before Stacy had gotten sick if he had been worked up, his wife would be there to take care of it. This wasn't the case now, he would be doing it himself later. Finally Lacy got out of the pool and joined them at the table. The wind had come up so she took a seat in the sun to keep from getting a chill. She reached for the beer that Wes handed to her, making sure to push her chest out, "Thanks." "You're welcome." His eyes had been drawn to her breasts again and he moaned under his breath. Stacy was not feeling well and stood to leave, "Thanks for taking me tomorrow for my therapy." Even though Lacy liked being a prick teaser, she really did love her sister. "That's okay sis, I don't mind." "I need to lie down," and she walked away leaving her husband and sister. As he watched his wife leave, Wes felt a pang of guilt for having lusted for her sister. "I'm glad you offered to take her, I'm all out of vacation time." Lacy placed her hand gently on his, "I'm happy to help." Wes felt electricity where she was touching him. Her towel had slipped showing her barely contained 32c's. "Lacy stood up, "I guess I should go change and go on home. I'll be back in the morning to take her to therapy." Wes waited for his sister to leave, and then headed for the bathroom. He needed relief before he went to bed. He and Stacy would watch television until they got tired. -------- The next day Lacey drove her sister to the hospital. Stacy realized that she would be tied up all day. It was silly for her sister to just wait. Stacy told her she would go home and that Stacy could call her to come back later. As she drove off, Lacy chuckled at her own joke. She hadn't said she would go to her own home. She went to Stacy and Wes's home. She'd had a key made just for this reason and no one knew she had it. Parking in the driveway, she could barely wait until she was inside and took her clothes off. Once inside, she ripped all of her clothes off and headed for the pool. A sunny day, a pool and no one around was something she was going to take advantage of and no one would ever know. ------ Damn! Wes was pissed off. The city had a power outage and his work was affected. They exec's at work had determined to just close the plant until tomorrow and send everyone home. The trouble with that decision, Wes was hourly, and if he didn't work he didn't get paid. They had said that everyone could put in for vacation time to cover it, but he was all out. ------- Lacy swam with nothing on. She just did laps and actually enjoyed herself more than when she had trying to show off for Wes. After several of those, she climbed out of the pool. She had brought her own towel, which was one of the reasons Wes and Stacy didn't know she came in when they were gone. Stretching out on the towel she just relaxed in the sun, working on her tan. By the time they got home she would be long gone. Even though he was still mad, Wes had spent the drive home trying to figure out what he could do so he wouldn't just waste his day. He saw her car long before he got to the driveway. "What the fuck is Lacy doing here?" Then he got worried. Was something wrong with his wife? He parked beside her car and ran into the house. "Stacy?" He didn't get an answer. "Where are you?" As he hunted for her, he was getting more and more worried. Wes happened to look out the window of his bedroom and saw his sister lying by the pool with nothing on. He ran out to his back deck. "Where's Stacy? Is she all right?" The warm sun had felt so good Lacy had fallen asleep, and woke up screaming. She saw her brother admiring her and scrambled to cover herself with the towel. "Stacy's at the hospital getting her therapy." "How did you get in here?" Lacy had to think quickly. "Ah - she gave me her key and told me I could swim until it was time to come and get her." Wes knew that was bullshit, "Stacy gave you her key? Let me see them." His wife had a teddy bear key that Wes had given her as a gift. He knew she would never let it out of her sight. Lacy knew she was caught. There was nothing to do but just tell the truth. "Oh, all right. I had a key made and sneak in here every now and then to swim, when I know I will be alone." Besides being attracted to Lacy, Wes had a fantasy that he would catch his sister in a compromising situation and could use it to black mail her and fuck her. He walked over to her. "I think you should fucking leave," and he jerked the towel off of her. Lacy screamed again and reacted by trying to cover herself. She grabbed the towel back, "That's mine." Wes nodded and let go of the towel, but not before getting another good look. His sister was hot, her breasts were a nice and full, her nipples a dark pink. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, probably because of the bikini she wore. "You know that I have to tell Stacy about this." "Yeah, I know." Her sister would never understand why she had broken into their house. "I guess she'll probably be pretty upset with me." "Why didn't you just ask?" "She would have said no. She hates the idea of anyone being in her home with her not there." Wes already knew that about his wife and hadn't really expected an answer. He put one hand on the towel and gave a gentle tug. "You know," he paused for affect, "I don't have to tell her." The first thought that ran through her brain was how could she let herself get into this? She got the message loud and clear as she felt him pulling at the towel again. "You have to be really nice to me though." "No, uh-uh." Wes simply took out his cell phone. "Then I might as well tell her you broke into our house and the only reason I didn't call the police was because you are family. Oh yeah, you can't come back." "Wait," Stacy was her only family. She could tell her sister about what Wes was trying to do and Stacy might believe it or not, but things would never be as they were between her and her sister. She put her arms around Wes and pressed her lips to his. She felt him kissing her back as he took the towel off of her. He cupped her breasts and they were soft but firm and way better than he had imagined. "You just take care of me once a week and this never happened." Lacy knew she had no choice, at least not one she could live with, "Whatever you say." Wes slipped his tongue past her pick lips. He had always dreamed of kissing her lips but it was only now that he appreciated they were the same pink as her nipples. She didn't want to do this but kissed him back. She remembered something she had heard once; if rape is inevitable you might as well relax and enjoy it. Being so close to her was making him get an erection, especially after the previous night and her flirting. He bent down and grabbed the towel and picked both it and her up. Lacy squealed being carried into the house; she hadn't realized that her brother was so strong. He wasn't straining at all. Wes made his way through the house and finally put her down in the family room. After he took his clothes off, the two of them just stood there. Lacy really didn't know what he wanted. Sex of course, but he hadn't really said anything specific. "Don't just stand there, get into it." Lacy dropped to her knees and grabbed his semi hard cock. She licked all over making him wet, he was hard when she stopped. Wes looked into her eyes as she encircled his cock with her lips. His hard cock disappearing into her mouth and throat felt amazing. He knew she could make him get off without much effort. Lacy liked sucking cock. Feeling the head hit the back of her throat was a real turn on for her. She prided herself in her oral sex skills. Wes had gotten himself off many times as he had fantasized about having sex with Lacy, and hopefully last night was the end of that. Now he would have her do everything for real. She was sucking his cock until her nose was embedded in his pubic hair. She then let it almost all of the way out, but the head stayed in her mouth so she could lick it all around. If he didn't stop her he would cum too soon. He took his cock out of her mouth and pushed her to the floor, "Lay down on the towel." Wes waited for her to do as he asked then bent over and kissed her some more. She figured that it could be worse. Her brother was a good kisser and he had enough down there to satisfy her, if he knew how to use it. Wes licked his way down to her breasts. Just thinking of sucking her nipples was making his mouth water. He trapped one of her nipples between his lips and gently sucked. He teased a little, licked all over her breasts only to come back to her nipples again and again. Lacy relaxed and enjoyed the moment. Her nipples were sensitive and some pleasant sensations were coming from them. Wes kissed her some more and headed between her legs. Spreading her pussy lips to expose her clit, he gave her a long slow lick. "Mm," Lacy rolled her eyes and moaned. If this was how it was being with him, she should have done more than tease him a long time ago. Her thighs were toned and tanned. He kissed her smooth skin and used the same in and out method on her clit that he had used on her nipples. She couldn't seem to stop moaning. His tongue on her clit was giving her shivers. She was already hotter and wetter than the last time she'd had sex and that had been less than satisfying. Wes positioned himself so that his cock head was just at her pussy. He could see light reflecting off of the drops of moisture. In one fluid motion his hard cock slid in her body. "Ahhh," this wasn't turning out like she thought it was going to. Wes couldn't help but compare Lacy to his wife. They were both similar in many ways, but the differences were wonderful. He bent down to kiss her, "This is better than I imagined." She put her arms around him and returned his kisses, "Um hum." Wes started sliding in and out of her really slow. He concentrated feeling everything her body was giving him. Everything that she was feeling was magnified as the heat started building. Each inch of his hard cock seemed to take forever to make it all of the way in and then back out. Each thrust sent out a deliciously full sensation through her. Wes started going a little harder and a little deeper. He kept his pace steady, slowly increasing his speed. He tried to prolong what was happening, but he did slam his hips forward to make his cock go deep at the end of each stroke. This made her breasts bounce in a delightful way, so He started sucking on her nipples again while continuing to fuck her. Lacy was constantly moaning as each thing he did felt better than the last. A tingling sensation started at her clit and spread through her chest. Wes had tried to make what was happening last, but he was near the end. He had held back as long as he could and started to slam into her. Lacy reacted instinctively and wrapped her thighs around him. The heat inside of her had gotten to the point where it wanted to explode and she helped him get her there. She flexed her legs pushing him into her deeper on every thrust. Her body seemed to suck him back inside as he tried to pull his cock out for another thrust. He used different angles trying to help his cock reach all of the places in her. His balls were slapping against her ass. "Yes, fuck me!" A feeling of tightness started at the base of her stomach and the sensation spread through her entire body. Wes needed a release. He his control was gone and he was fucking at a frantic pace. Lacy screamed as her body was shattered by a powerful orgasm. Waves of sensations caused intense muscle tightening in her pussy, followed by a fiery release shooting through all parts of her body. Wes rammed as hard as he could, "I'M CUMMING!" His cock erupted as shot after shot of hot cum exploded out of him. The room was filled with both of them trying to breathe. Her orgasm left her drained. She realized that he was still lying on top of her but didn't have the energy to do anything about it. Finally, she managed to speak again, "Are you all right?" Wes rolled off of her but not before kissing her again. "That was fantastic." Her thoughts about being blackmailed were changing; she was not pissed off anymore. The sex was better with him than she'd had in a long time.