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A New Beginning

By: Cop4u_69



Frank and Ann had known each other for a short while and became lovers soon after they had met. They knew that they could never be more than secret lovers but they accepted that fact. Frank had learned many of Ann’s desires and he planned on fulfilling as many as he could. He loved hearing the things Ann wanted to have done to her and what makes her so wet. Soon Frank had a plan to assist Ann in one of the things she talked about but wasn’t sure that she would ever do. He spoke to her of this plan and she was very nervous and didn’t know if she could actually follow through on it. Over time and after Ann had thought on it for a long time, she decided that she wanted to give it a try. The plan was set in motion and the more they talked about it and the closer it got, the more intense Ann became. 

Anne had been emailing Kelly for some time now Kelly was a friend of Franks. He had given Kelly, Ann’s email and Kelly had sent Ann an email that had started things off. Ann would read Kelly’s emails over and over and even sent Kelly a few hot emails herself. All these emails back and forth made the wanting inside Ann increase. She knew that Kelly was experienced with women and maybe that made it better. It also made Ann a bit apprehensive since this was to be her first time. Frank and Ann had read Kelly’s erotic stories together and enjoyed wonderful sex as a result. Could she be for real? 

The day came when things were set and the plan was about to turn into reality. They plan was to meet Kelly a good distance away from where they all lived so that there was less pressure. They could get away to an area where they wouldn’t have to be worried who was watching or who might see. As they drove Ann felt the warm wetness grow between her legs as she thought about the possibilities of tonight. She smiled at Frank and he knew exactly what was happening. He took her hand and placed it between his legs for her to feel the growing hardness there. They both smiled a knowing smile and the drive continued. 

There were lots of questions too. Was this going to be a night of fulfilled fantasy or a night of disappointment? They had both anticipated this for so long and wanted it so much but was it too much to hope that it would be all they dreamed about? Ann wanted to be with a woman so much and she knew that Frank wanted to be there for her first. Her fantasy and his were all tied up together and each wanted it for the other more than for them selves. 

As Kelly drove through the mountains her mind was filled with the anticipation over tonight. She had done threesomes before and she had made love to woman since she was a teenager so why should she be so excited and hesitant about this encounter. Well one reason was she was going to see Frank he had been a man that had filled her thoughts and body with so much pleasure. Things hadn’t worked out for them because they had different directions in life. They both knew and understood that the only thing they agreed upon was sex and that wasn’t enough for a full time relationship. They had remained friend and even though they didn’t see much of each other they were in contact by emails all the time. 

Ann seemed really excited about being with a woman but Kelly had been there before. The woman would say it was her ultimate fantasy and she loved having her pussy eaten and her nipples sucked and, yes, even the kissing…but when it came time to turn the tables many of them found a way out of it. They had fulfilled their desire but found that they weren't really that interested in being with another woman. Maybe Ann would be this way too but it didn't seem this was the case. Kelly had read Ann’s emails and there was so excitement in her words – but… 

That was okay though – she loved making love to a woman and she loved watching a man make love to one as well. She got so hot watching a woman suck a man's cock and she knew that no matter what else happened she would have an incredible orgasm just watching that. Just let things progress as they would and no one would be disappointed. 

Frank and Ann pulled into the parking lot of the Westend Lake Inn and Frank went and checked them in. They had only about a half hour before Kelly was supposed to meet them in the restaurant. They went to their room and began to freshen up. Both of them had butterflies in their stomachs but they were good butterflies. It was hard for Ann not to stay wet and with Frank it just wanted to stay hard. They were almost ready to go meet her. 

Kelly drove her little sports car into the parking lot and took a deep breath. Why on earth was she so nervous this was a piece of cake? But somewhere inside her she knew this would be different. She really liked these two people and she wanted it to go so well for both of them. She wanted this new experience to be one that Ann would never forget and would want to carry out again even if it were with someone else. 

She got out of the car and went into the restaurant at the Inn. She had brought an overnight bag but decided to leave in the car just in case things didn't work out. She checked the bar and the tables but didn't see either one of them so she took a seat at the bar and ordered a soda. No liquor for her tonight – she wanted all of her senses in good working order. Just then she heard her name called and her stomach did a flip-flop. There they were and the night had begun. She walked over and gave them both a big hug, which was returned in full measure. Ann was beautiful and very sensual just as Kelly knew she would be. She had seen a few photos but they never do anyone justice. She looked at Frank and smiled, it had been some time sense Kelly had seen Frank in the flesh and he looked better than ever. Her groan instantly started flowing and she had to squeeze her legs together for the fear that her juices would run down her leg. Needless to say she still found him very attractive. 

Dinner had been light and the conversation had a nervous laughter. The food was delicious and the staff very attentive. Somehow none of them had their minds on dinner. After they finished eating the tension grew even more. Finally Frank suggested they go up the room and get comfortable. They all laughed. The room was a very nice it was very large with a great view of the mountains. There was one large bed that seemed to dominate the entire room. Kelly took a chair and looked around and was impressed with the room. She couldn't believe she was still this nervous. Ann offered her a glass of wine and she decided that it might not be such a bad idea. Ann poured and Frank offered a toast to the two lovely ladies. This time the laughter was genuine and seemed to ease the tension some. 

After a few drinks things became lighter and the conversation seemed to flow and everyone was becoming less nervous. Kelly decided to ask Ann why she wanted this so much. How do you explain things like that? Ann stated that it had been a fantasy of hers for a long time but she was always too afraid to follow through on it. As the years passed the need to feel the touch of another woman just seemed to get stronger and more intense. Then when she had met Frank and learned that it was ok to open up and discuss her deepest desires without judgment. Frank had encouraged Ann to explore her sexuality and that it was ok to look outside of the box. Kelly had to laugh because she remembered the things she had done with Frank for the first time and told Ann that she knew exactly what she meant. It was obviously that Ann was becoming comfortable with her own sexuality and open to trying new things. As they talked George sat on the bed next to Ann. He began to rub her back and without even thinking about it Ann’s body moved to his rhythm. Kelly watched the comfortable exchange between them and it helped her relax some. 

Frank’s hand moved down Anne’s arm and then up to her shoulder. Slowly he moved down to her breasts and cupped them in his hand. Anne sat up a little straighter. Kelly found this movement so sensual. It pulled at something in her that made her want to be part of their lovemaking. Anne began to unbutton her blouse and Frank slipped it over her shoulders and let it fall to the bed. She had beautiful breasts, hidden only slightly beneath her sheer bra. Her nipples were already hard and her breathing a little more shallow. Kelly's desire grew. Slowly Frank traced the outline of her nipples with his finger as his tongue licked her neck and down her shoulders…stopping occasionally to nibble at her soft skin. Kelly had on a dress that buttoned down the front with no panties and now she wanted to touch herself so badly. She began to unbutton her dress from the bottom up and let it fall to the side, revealing her secret place. Anne watched Kelly so intently, looking into her eyes to see what was there. She saw them grow heavy with desire and it only heightened her need. Frank had removed her bra and Anne's breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Frank wanted to suck on those lovely nipples but he also wanted Kelly to see how lovely Anne was. It was working for all of them. 

Anne's hand reached over to unzip Frank's pants and allow his growing erection to be released. Kelly's eyes moved from Anne to Frank – a veritable feast for the senses. Slowly Anne began to massage Frank's engorged member while he sucked on her nipples. His hand moved up Anne's thigh, sliding her skirt up and revealing that she too wore no panties. Kelly could stand it no longer. She moved her hand over her hot and very wet pussy, rubbing her clit, inserting her fingers into her own wetness. Frank laid Anne back on the bed and slowly removed her skirt. He spread her legs ever so slightly and Anne's body shivered… so did Kelly's. His hands moved over Anne's body in soft easy circles. He turned his head and watched Kelly massaging her pussy and he was in heaven. He nodded his head only slightly to Kelly indicating that he would like for her to join them on the bed. Kelly's knees were so weak from desire that she wasn't sure she could move. Frank sensed her hesitation and went over to her. He took her by the hand and lifted her out of the chair, taking her over to the bed. He placed her hand on one of Anne's breasts and that was all it took. The invitation was accepted. 

Frank continued to stroke Anne's legs and pussy and Kelly took one of Anne's nipples in her mouth. She sucked so gently and then flicked her tongue over the hard nipples. With her hands she fondled Anne's other breast, ever so slightly pinching the nipple and feeling it grow even harder. Anne reached up and put her hand behind Kelly's head, pulling her to herself. Kelly could not resist the urge to kiss those soft lips and the two women kissed as only women do – with a tenderness born out of knowing a like spirit. Frank moved down to kiss Anne as well, but he was kissing other lips – lips that were swollen with desire. His tongue moved along that tender clit as Kelly's tongue softly traced the outline of Anne's mouth. Frank knew Anne so well and he felt the explosion so close. He wanted Kelly to be the one to bring it about. He moved up to the two women and kissed each of them gently then said to Kelly, "You do this for her please." Kelly looked into Anne's eyes and knew it was okay. She slid her body down, touching both Anne and Frank as she moved closer to that sweet juice. Her body was on fire and her pussy was so wet and hot. She wanted to taste this beautiful woman, to bring her pleasures beyond measure. 

Her fingers gently spread Anne's outer lips so that she could have full access to her clit and all of her juices. Anne was so wet and Kelly licked up all of the juice she could. Now she went to that bud that waited for her mouth, her tongue. She flicked her tongue across it ever so lightly and felt Anne tremble. Then slowly she guided her tongue up and down each side of her clit, massaging it with each stroke. Anne was trying so hard to hold back. She sensations were incredible and she didn't want them to end. She knew now that she was right – a woman's touch was different. It wasn't better than a man's only different. It was knowing the amount of pressure to use because you were a woman, knowing what would bring you up to the highest peak but then bring you back down just enough to keep you from cumin. Kelly flattened out her tongue and slid it from Anne's pussy up over her clit and then down again several times. Kelly glanced up to see Frank watching every movement as he played with Anne's nipples. His erection was as hard as blue steel. She could feel Anne so close to cumin and she couldn't prolong it anymore. She sucked that needy clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it even as she sucked. It was the end…Anne exploded into an incredible orgasm, her body shaking all over, and her hips moving back and forth. Kelly continued to suck until Anne could take no more – then Kelly proceeded to lick all of those luscious juices from her. She decreased the pressure but softly kissed the throbbing clit. Then she put her hand over Anne's pussy and used just enough pressure, rocking her hand back and forth to bring about those aftershocks that are so nice. She did this until Anne began to relax and her breathing slowed. 

No one said a word. It wasn't necessary. The reality had been as good as the fantasy…but it wasn't over. Anne pulled herself up then moved to take Frank's hard cock into her mouth. She took all of it in as her fingers massaged his balls. Kelly watched in wonder at this marvelous sight. Anne let his cock slide out of her mouth as her tongue worked its way up the shaft of that blue steel. When she got to the head she made little circles around it with her tongue, all the while pumping it gently with her hand. Frank groaned as the wonder of having his cock sucked and being watched by another woman overwhelmed him. Kelly began to play with her own wetness. Watching this was such a pleasure for her. Frank reached over and slid two fingers into Kelly's pussy as she twirled her fingers around and around her clit, such pleasure for all of them. Watching Anne deep-throat Frank was almost enough to bring her to orgasm but she held back. She saw Anne watching her and it made the hunger grow for her pussy to be eaten by this woman. As if she sensed Kelly's thoughts, Anne reached over and laid her on her back. She would not let this fantasy be incomplete she wanted all of it. She ran her fingertips up Kelly's legs, over her belly and to her breasts. She loved the feel of a woman. Her skin was different from a man's, the feeling of her so new. With Kelly on her back, Anne straddled her and dove into what she had been wanting for so long. Oh the bliss…this was all she hoped it would be. She had tasted her own juices so many times but this was heaven. She loved the feel of the soft skin that surrounded Kelly's clit. She loved the little shock waves she felt go through Kelly's body each time her tongue passed over her clit and then lingered, barely moving back and forth. 

Anne felt Frank move behind her and insert his hardness into her. Could this be any better? Tasting a woman and being fucked by her man. Each time Frank thrust into her it made her head move deeper into Kelly's pussy. Finally she started to suck on that clit, to lick it as she had felt Kelly do, to do to Kelly all those things she loved as a woman. Kelly reached up and massaged Anne's clit as George's cock dove in and out of her pussy. Kelly thought she could not stand another minute. This was more than she had hoped for. She couldn't believe this woman had never done this before. It was as if she were meant not only to be fucked by a man and to suck his cock, but also to lick and suck a woman until she came. And cum she did… Kelly came repeatedly as Anne sucked and licked her and at the same time watching Frank's cock move in and out of that wet pussy. She pulled a pillow under her head to she could reach Anne's pussy with her mouth. She used her tongue on Anne and on Frank's cock but all the while she was shuddering from the orgasms that had started. Anne did not stop; she continued to suck Kelly's juices from her and then to play with her clit. She tongue fucked her until Kelly thought she could cum no more. All at once it happened, the three of them reached a peak at the same time. Frank pumped his hardness in and out of Anne faster and deeper while the women ate each other's pussies. All three of them came together in a rapturous orgasm. 

The heat in the room was almost stifling as they lay on the bed totally spent. Anne rose up on one arm and looked at Kelly as she lay there panting. "Thanks for making this fantasy a reality for me and bent over Kelly and placed a soft tender kiss on her lips. You are wonderful Kelly said to Anne as Anne laid her body next to Kelly’s. Frank smiles at the both of them knowing this wouldn't be the last time…not tonight or for a long time to come.

A New Beginning



For nearly the past two years I have been dating a wonderful man, I will call John for the sake of this story, wonderful for the way he makes me feel and the growth I have learned since knowing him. When we met I was the typical early thirties divorced mom, just having got out of a dull and lifeless marriage. Looking back to the beginning it’s hard to imagine what a naïve young woman I was with regards to the varieties of the male sexual appetite. John has continually encouraged me to push the edge of my desires, and opened my mind to many wondrous new ideas about the spice that makes great sex so delicious.

Many times we have discussed the possibility of inviting other men, women or couples into our sex life. Of course, John is agreeable to whatever I would prefer, but truthfully, having another man or men join us is what gets my motor racing. On more than one occasion John has said he would love to be a fly on the wall while another man had his way with me. My mother always told me, “be careful what you wish for, it may come true.”

So tonight, if all goes as I have planned; our relationship will forever be changed, and hopefully in direction that will suit us both. 

I invited John over to my quaint little studio apartment, it’s nothing to brag about but comfortable. Although it’s a small cozy hideaway it’s going to be perfect for my plan. I greeted John at the door wearing my sexiest house robe, cut short just below my ass cheeks, sheer satin material that barely concealed my red half cut bra that exposed my hard nipples. Had I not shaved my pussy to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom then the patch of hair would have been seen as well. I hate to wear panties when I know I am going to have hot sex. To finish my ensemble I wore a matching garter to hold up my sultry white stockings. I had a few casually placed candles lit in each of the two rooms of my apartment, which provided the only luminance for tonight’s activities.

The door bell rang and the first of my two guests for the evening had arrived, just as planned. I opened the door to see the wide grin of my beloved John; his jaw practically hit the floor as he took in the sight of me in my sexy garb. His grin was of confidence, knowing he was in for something special tonight. However, little did he know that what he was going to get was the furthest thing from what he thought he was going to get, and I mused at the irony. 

I ushered John inside, and told him that we should just head to my boudoir. As we entered the room I was telling him how I had always fantasized about tying him to the bed. He looked at the bed, a solid wood four poster bed, and noticed that I had already attached soft braided ropes to each of the four posts one for each of his four limbs. His confident smirk seemed to turn to slight state of panic. In an effort to ease his concern I told him that I would absolutely not do anything that would hurt him, but I thought it would be a tremendous turn on to have him totally vulnerable and exposed to my whims. With some reluctance he finally agreed. 

I had him strip off all of his clothes and lay in the middle of the bed as I seductively began to attach his arms then legs to their respective posts. I made sure that the ropes were going to adequately secure him to the bed, but not so tight that he would be uncomfortable to lay here for a couple hours. When he was completely bound, I asked if anything was too tight, for which he replied everything was fine. He’s a typical man, for the most part anyhow, if he thinks he’s going to get off he’ll agree to just about anything. 

Just as I had finished with his restraints the phone rang. I glanced at the clock, and thought, right on cue. I motioned for John to be quiet and then I answered the phone.

“Hello. Yes, how are you tonight. I am fine. Yes, I am ready. Ok, that’s great. I’ll see you in five minutes”, and hung up the phone. John immediately asked who that was. I smiled and said that he was a new friend that I hoped to enjoy tonight, and asked if he objected. I could see by the expression on his face that sharing me with another man was the furthest thing from his mind. Before John could respond, as he was considering his answer, I continued by saying that he had always said he wanted to watch me while I was with another man. He shrugged his shoulders to agree, even though I am sure his mind had conjured up the idea that he would have one of his drunken buddies come over and maul me. “Well tonight you will get part of your wish, only part because you will not get to watch, but you will get to hear every nuance of our coupling through this paper thin wall that divides these rooms. We will be on the other side of the wall doing whatever we want and hope you enjoy the sounds that echo through the wall.”

Then I reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a ball gag, and John gasped. “I hope this won’t be too uncomfortable for you, but I just can’t have you making noise that might disturb my new friend.” He began to protest and soon realized that I was taking control of the situation, and that he may as well submit to my desires. He opened his mouth and I inserted the plastic ball between his jaws, and then gently wrapped the bands behind his head and tightened them so that he could not slip of the gag. Lastly, I reached into the drawer once more and pulled out another new toy, a wooden paddle with several holes bored in it, and made sure John had a good view of my instrument of discipline if he disobeyed me. “If I hear even the slightest noise from you while my friend is here, your sweet little ass will pay dearly.”

The door bell rang, and I said, “Perfect timing. I love a man that is punctual.” I blew out the candles in the bedroom, gave John the shush sign and headed toward the door to greet my new friend. I opened the door wide, proud of the way I looked and wanting to be assertive. Our eyes met briefly and then our respective gazes slipped downward taking in the total sight of each other. Victor, Vic, was a delicious looking man. Tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscular arms and legs, clean shaven, strong chin, gentle eyes and a toothy white smile, and by the bulge in his trousers I suspected he was blessed. If his ear to ear grin was any evidence to his satisfaction with my appearance, then I would guess we were really going to have some fun.

“Please come in Victor, I am so pleased to finally meet you.”

“Oh I am so pleased to meet you as well, and may I say you are absolutely stunning.”

I blushed, never knowing exactly how to respond to compliments. “Thank you, kind sir. I am glad you think so.” “Vic I must apologize for not being completely prepared for tonight. I had planned to strip my bed and clean the sheets for us, but I was running so late that I never got everything done. Hope you don’t mind if we just play out here.” 

Vic casually said “no problem, what ever suits you, works for me.” “Do we need to worry about your boyfriend coming by?”

I chuckled a bit inside, “No, he’s going to be tied up for at least a couple hours, so we shouldn’t be disturbed. I am so anxious to see what’s under your clothes. Would you mind standing and doing a slow strip for me?”

“Not at all”, as Vic walked to the middle of the room and began to unbuttoned his shirt. 

“Take it off, take it all off you big stud, lets see what you got for me”, I urged.

First the shirt came off exposing a very masculine chest and arms, and it was evident that in his younger days he had a chiseled body, but he still looked awesome. Then he slipped off his shoes and socks, and slowly began to undo his trousers. They soon fell to the floor. The only thing left for this beautiful specimen of a man to remove, were his boxers. He turned his back to me and slowly inched his shorts down over his muscular round ass, bending at the waist until the shorts slid to the floor.

“Oh my God, you are a beautiful man.” Then he turned to face me and I was speechless. I was amazed to see the enormous appendage he had hanging from his pelvic area. The only thing I could think to say was, “is that really a third leg?” and we both laughed. I slipped off the sofa onto my knees and crawled over to him to get a better view of the object of my desire. I gently held his half hard cock in one hand, truly amazed at its weighty size. 

“This thing is huge. I hope you don’t kill me with it.”

“Oh no little lady, I will be careful until I know you can take it.”

“Well kind Sir, this looks absolutely delicious. Mind if I have a taste, or two?”

“Please do.”

I guided his cock to my open mouth and tasted the tip of his bulbous head with my tongue. His taste, as a small drop of precum was seeping from his one eyed snake, was exquisite. I slowly sucked more of his cock into my hungry mouth like a wanton slut, coaxing it to grow to its full potential, and grow it did. Within moments his cock had grown to an abnormal length, at least compared to what I have had before, but more impressive than his unusual length and girth was that his cock was so rigid. “Why don’t you have a seat and relax while I feast on this prize for a bit”, I suggested. 

We moved our action to the sofa and I resumed my position between his thighs and went back to work bathing his delicious cock with my mouth. I sucked on his cock and massaged his golf ball sized testicles and tried to imagine how sweet his seed would taste. “Just so you know, Vic, I don’t like anal, and I am certain I couldn’t accommodate you back there anyhow, but I will do just about anything else.” 

“No problem, baby, just so you know I don’t care to eat pussy.”

I was surprised by his candor and replied, “That’s ok, and that’s what I have a boyfriend for.” 

I was so lost in the experience of sucking this magnificent cock that I nearly forgot that John was tied to bed in the next room. He was probably hearing me slurping on this nice cock and Vic’s grunts and groans as I sucked him harder and deeper. I can only imagine what he may have been thinking, but hoped that he was enjoying this as much as I.

“I need this cock inside me now. May I?”

“Sure, Climb on board, baby.”

I climbed up and straddled his lap and began to lower my dripping wet pussy toward his stiff cock. I guided the head toward my opening and gasped as the tip slowly started to find its way inside. “Oh my God, you have been so blessed. This undoubtedly is the biggest cock I have ever had”, making sure that John could hear those comments. Slowly I inched my way down taking more and more of his fantastic manhood deeper into my body. His strong hands gripped my ass cheeks to help control my descent on his massive cock. 

“Take that cock, you hot little girl, I know you can bury that bone in your hot wet pussy.”

Soon I had nearly buried that bone and was hoping I could eventually take it all. Then I began to ride his cock up and down, filling my cavity with every down stroke. His hands helped to lift me and then drop me back down on his prong. I was becoming more comfortable with his size and began to massage his generous cock with pussy muscles, and he moaned and groaned more deeply and began to grind his hips against my weight. I brought my feet up on the sofa next to his legs and held onto the back of the sofa and began to pummel my tender tight pussy on his big cock. 

“Oh your cock feels so good. It’s stretching my tight pussy like never before. I want to feel you explode your cum inside my pussy. Please fill me with your seed.” 

Vic tightened his grip on my ass and thrust his cock deep into my pussy as I was coming down on his cock. The sensation was convulsing through my body as wave after wave of pleasure was being pounded into my pussy. Then he gasped and said, “I’m cumming, I’m gonna fill that hot little pussy of yours.” A warmth filled my body like I’ve never felt, and I realized that he not only had cum, but he had gushed a thick load of warmth deep into my womb.

“Oh my Vic, that was glorious. I could do that with you all night.” 

“Well little lady I would be more than happy to give you some more. If you will just suck on me for a few minutes, I will be ready to go again shortly.”

I pulled off of his still hard cock and it glistened in the candlelight. It was completely coated with our sex, but I was so ravenous that all I could think of was getting it back inside me. I knelt before him and began to tongue bathe his cock cleaning him of our juices. I could feel the cum starting to drip from my pussy, and used my fingers to rub the it all over my pussy and on my tits massaging my own nipples with the slippery spunk. I wondered if this is what heaven would be like. I sucked on his cock like a baby would a pacifier, a huge pacifier, and it responded by growing to that solid steel state that I enjoyed so much, just moments before.

“How about I take you from behind this time little lady?” Vic asked.

“I was thinking the same thing, but please be careful.”

“Of course, I will be, little lady.”

I got on the sofa facing the wall. The wall this room shared with my bedroom. I stuck my ass into the air and poised my back so that my pussy was wide, open and inviting to the fuck I knew I was going to receive.

“Please fuck me, kind Sir.”

Vic got behind me and guided his cock to my awaiting pussy and slowly began to insert it into my silky smoothness, using the load of cum he had pumped into me earlier to lubricate his entrance. Within moments he had his whole cock buried inside my pussy, and I was gasping for air. For the first time in my life I was scared to have a man behind me getting ready to pound my pussy, scared because this man was so well built that it really made me nervous, but so well built that I wanted him badly. He rhythmically began to piston his entire cock in and out of my pussy, slow and deliberate were his strokes. I thought, I could take this all night long. His strokes began to quicken and the force increased also.

“Do you like this big cock little lady?’

“Oh yes I love your big cock. You are filling my pussy like it’s never been filled. I am yours. You can fuck me till you get tired.”

Then I felt the fire radiate from the tender flesh of my ass cheeks as his hand came crashing down on my butt. I was surprised by his action, but also excited even more.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard with this big cock you little slut?” His hands spanked my ass cheeks, yet again.

“Oh. Yes. Yes Sir. Please fuck me hard with your big cock.”

His pace quickened even more and he gripped my hips and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts. The pain of his enormous cock stretching my pussy soon gave way to the most incredible pleasure I have ever received while being fucked. We rocked back and forth like a well lubed machine, as he pounded me and my pussy into oblivion. When I was beginning to think I could no longer handle his invading cock I sensed that he was reaching a fever pitch, and was about to cum.

“Oh my God, please fill my pussy. I want your cum inside me. I need your cum inside me. Fuck me harder. Pump your cum inside me.”

He bucked like a wild stallion sending his cum deep into my pussy, splashing against my insides. It seemed like he kept cumming as he continued to pound my pussy for a few minutes. He collapsed on the sofa next to me and we lay there trying to regain our breath.

“Oh my Vic, that was the most wonderful fuck I have ever had. I hope you are satisfied, because I don’t think I could take another fuck like that tonight.” 

“Yeah I am fine, but if you want to take a load in your mouth I would be happy to give you one before I leave.”

“If that’s what you want I would be happy to serve.”

“Would you please, I love to finish off the night with a load in my woman’s mouth.”

“Ok, but let me get something out of the other room first.”

I opened the door to my bedroom and there lay John. Just as I had left him, except that under his still hard cock was a huge puddle of precum. I gave him a quick shush sign and approached the bed. I opened the bedside table drawer and got the slippery sex lotion. As I was just about to leave I thought I might toy with John for just a moment. I slid one finger into my cum soaked pussy and then wiped it over his upper lip just under his nose. I wanted him to get a good sniff of the cum that filled my pussy. His eyes glazed over and I left the room.

“Vic, we need to do this quick, because John may come over soon.”

I knelt down before him and began to suck on his half hard cock. Within a short time it was rock hard yet again. I squirted some of the sex lotion on my hands, and began to massage his balls and shaft while I sucked on his glands for all I was worth. The combination of using my hands and masterful mouth on his great cock was breaking him down, and I knew he would cum soon. I slid my finger between his muscular buns and found his tight little sphincter hole and began to knead my finger tip inside as I firmly stroked his shaft with my other hand. A little bit more finger up his ass, and he was beginning to moan like a man who was about to cum. His salty precum was a steady stream into my hungry mouth and I knew the reward was near. He held my head in his hands and fucked his big cock into my mouth as the first spurts jetted out and hit the back of my mouth and fell down my throat. He came like no man I have ever known, flooding me with his seed.

I finished my deed, and we were both pleased. He had a devilish smile and I was more content than I had ever been. Vic wasted little time gathering his clothes, saying his good byes and leaving, but just as he was leaving he did suggest that he bring one of his friends over another time to play with us. 

“That sounds exciting to me. We’ll have to see if we can make that happen. Thanks so much for coming by. It was truly a pleasure to meet you.” Then he was gone.

I went into the bedroom and dimmed the lights so I could see how my poor John was doing. He had a glazed over look in his eyes, a look of lustful desire, but I could also sense that he was possessed with conflicting thoughts about my betrayal. I was hoping that the desire would win the conflict.

“Did you like hearing what happened tonight?”

He looked into my eyes, still gagged and bound, and reluctantly shook his head yes.

“I am glad you liked it because I did too, and I hope to do this kind of thing more often. Do you object?”

He shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head no.

“You see John; you planted these seeds many months ago when you suggested we have other men join us in bed. I began to do some research on the internet, chat rooms and web sites and even responded to a few personal ads for men that like to fuck other men’s women. I learned quite a bit and the more I learned, the more I realized I wanted to start this. Have you ever heard of the term cuckold?”

John shook his head no.

“Well a cuckold is man that enjoys giving his woman to other men to be used as they see fit. Often times these men are referred to as doms or bulls. Usually the cuckold is in the back ground during any kind of play time, but not always. Do you think you might enjoy being a cuckold to me?”

John shrugged his shoulders yet again, I sensed this meant maybe.

“Well would it be easier to say yes if I promised to suck you off tonight?”

He shook his head yes, I knew that would work.

“That’s good to hear sweet John; I really believe that we will both be very happy with this decision. However, there are few rules for cuckolds. First, I get to have any man, or men, I want any time I want, no questions asked. Ok?” He shook his head yes. “Second, you will be required to do whatever I ask when we entertain other men which will almost always include licking their cum out of my pussy when they are done. There may be men that will want for you to use your mouth to clean their cocks, and on a rare occasion there may be a bull that wants to humiliate you by fucking your ass in front of me. Do you agree to these terms?”




A New Beginning



He shrugged his shoulders yet again and meekly agreed to be my little cuckold slut when other men were over. 

“I am going to remove your gag so you can get your first taste of another man’s cum. Are you ready?” I took the gag off and he worked his jaw trying to get it back to its usual form. “Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Yes, I will try it.”

“No honey, you will do it. Scoot down lower on the bed.”

I climbed onto the bed and held onto the head board as I squatted down toward John’s face. I felt his tongue part my juicy tender lips and a flood of cum ran out of me into his mouth and all over his face. He lapped at my offering getting plenty to taste.

“Do you like the taste of Vic’s cum?”

“Yes.”

“I am so glad to hear that. Did I tell you that his cock is as black as the ace of spades?”



A New Beginning



Having been married for several years, something happened that sparked a flame of lust. Our sex lives had become like most married couples, normal but dull. Living in a vibrant area where sex was all around, it wasn't long before it affected us and created a new beginning for us.

After coming home from a short trip to see family, we were lying in bed, talking about the trip and for some reason, right out of the blue, my wife blurted out that she wanted to try something different in bed. I tried not to let her see my surprise because she was always one who seemed not to be interested in trying new things and methods so when she said that she wanted to try something new, I was taken back and didn't know what to say.

"You know, I've been thinking," she said, moving closer to me. "We seem to be in a rut. We need something to liven up our lives."

I wasn't sure what she was getting at, at first but I let her continue.

"You know we're not getting any younger and I think we should, while we still can, explore new avenues of sex."

I felt the first pangs of stirring in my groin at this but I still didn't say anything.

"I've been thinking about sex a lot lately and about John," she softly said.

My mouth dropped and my eyes widened when she said that. John was our son. He was still living at home even though he was through school and working. I had no idea that she had ever had thoughts of having sex with John or anyone else but here she was, telling me that she wanted her own son, to fuck her. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at me.

"Will you talk to him?" she asked as her hand found my hardening cock. "Please talk to him soon. I want him inside me so much, I can hardly stand to be around him without saying anything."

All I could do was nod as she continued rubbing my cock, finally taking me in her mouth and sucking the exploding come out of me, my mind full of visions of her and John together.

My wife is very attractive and keeps herself in good shape so it wasn't hard to imagine anyone wanting to fuck her. I promised I would talk to John that day after I relaxed. Later that day, I went looking for John and found him in his room, working on his computer. When I walked in, he quickly looked up and closed the window he was looking at but not before I had a chance to glimpse what it was. He was looking at movies of men fucking each other and sucking cocks. I felt the stirring in my groin again as I stepped towards him.

His face turned red as he watched me sit down on the edge of his bed. 

"Sorry son, I didn't mean to startle you," I said quickly, smiling at him, trying to put him at ease.

"That's ok, Dad. I wasn't doing anything important anyway," he answered.

"Son, I need to talk to you but I don't know where to start," I said noticing he was squirming a little in his chair. "Your mother asked me to talk to you about something but I feel a little foolish trying to explain it to you."

He turned towards me in his chair and I could see the bulge in his shorts.

"Go ahead, Dad."

I hesitated but couldn't keep my eyes off the bulge in his shorts. He looked at me then followed my gaze down to his groin. He looked up again and smiled, not saying anything. He slowly stood up and let me have a full view of his bulge. He had a funny look on his face as he watched me and the silence was deafening between the two of us. It was a very awkward moment for the both of us but especially for me, never having any thoughts of men before but here was my son, standing in front of me, just out of reach, with a massive erection and showing it off to me.

I felt the stirring again in my own groin watching him and he noticed it right away. Without a word, he took a step towards me, staring at my growing erection. I slowly stood up as he took another step towards me. We were so close, I could feel his breath against my face. I searched his face as he did mine, our erections only inches from each other. I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me by reaching out with his hand and putting it on my cock. I groaned a little as I felt his hand on me and he moved right up to me, pressing himself against me. His face was inches from mine and I couldn't help but lean into him and our lips met briefly.

When we parted, he had a smile on his face as his hand groped harder against the cloth of my pants.

"Dad," he said softly. "I've dreamed about touching you for so long. I never thought you would be interested."

I leaned into him again, my arms going around his neck, pulling him against me harder. I sighed as our lips met and our tongues were suddenly inside each other's mouth, exploring and sucking. I opened my eyes and looked at John. He had such a serene look on his face and it made me want him even more. It seemed so simple, standing there, kissing his lips, running my tongue in and out of his mouth. I closed my eyes again and just relished in the feelings I was having.

He moved his head away from me and whispered in my ear.

"Dad, I want you."

It was with a sudden urging that I realized that I wanted him too. I slowly snaked my hand down his back and rested it on his ass, pulling him against me again. He groaned softly as I did and I could feel his hardness against mine as we stood holding each other. He reached around me and held my cheeks in his hands, just as I was doing to him. His breathing matched mine in intensity. I couldn't think of anything else but seeing and holding his bare body so I stepped back from him a little and took his hand, leading him towards the bed. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him directly in front of me, reaching for his belt and undid his pants. I slowly pulled them down over his erection and he stepped out of them, tossing them away with his foot. Next I looped my fingers in the elastic of his underwear and started to pull them down too. When I reached his erection, I stopped and looked up at his face. He was watching me closely, a glint in his eyes as I continued uncovering his bare skin. I gently pulled his underwear over his erection and it sprang up at me, stopping only inches from my face. I could smell him, the erotic odor of a man's cock and I wanted to touch him so badly. I pulled his underwear down some more until they dropped to the floor where he again kicked them aside.

I just sat and stared at his hard cock, it's head so close to my face. He quickly pulled his shirt up over his head and when he did, the head of his cock brushed briefly against my cheek, leaving a slightly wet spot on it. Now he totally naked, standing inches from me, a look of lust fully enveloping his face. 

"Please, Dad. I want to feel your hot mouth around my cock," he whispered.

I looked closely at his head and saw the wetness developing there. I slowly stuck my tongue out and gently licked away the moisture. It had a slightly bitter taste to it but it wasn't revolting so I did it again, this time, splitting his slit open and sticking the tip of my tongue further into it. He groaned above me as I continued licking his head, circling it with my tongue, tasting him and wanting him.

I ran my tongue under his crown and he groaned when he felt my tongue on his shaft. I opened my mouth and for the first time, I took his cock into me, marveling at the feeling of hardness yet sensing a softness too. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his hips forward, sending his cock deep into my mouth. I felt it growing inside me and I sucked on it, trying to get as much of him inside me as I could.

"Easy, Dad. "Take it slow. Suck on it gently." He whispered as he moved his hips forward and back, sliding his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I held onto his legs as he continued slowly, pumping himself in and out of me, gently stroking my head as he did. 

"That's it, Dad. Nice and slow. Suck me. Suck me harder."

I did as he wanted and sucked on him with a renewed frenzy. He groaned again and started moving his hips back and forth, effectively, fucking my mouth, sending wave after wave of lust through me. I don't know if it was the gravity of the moment or the fact that I was letting my son fuck my face, but I found myself wanting more.

After a few more minutes of pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, he stopped and pulled himself out of me. I looked up and he was staring at me, a look of love and satisfaction, completely shrouding his eyes. He reached down and pulled me up, off the bed, quickly reaching for my pants and undoing them. I didn't move or even try to stop him. I wanted him to see and feel my bare cock and see what he was doing to me.

He pulled my pants and underwear down together. When they got to the floor, he helped me step out of them, tossing them behind him. He then reached up and pulled my shirt up over my head, again tossing it aside as he had my pants. He then looked at me and a smile came over his face. I pleaded with my eyes. He understood as he quickly, knelt down in front of me and took my hard cock in his mouth, circling my head as I had done to him and slowly sucking it as far into his mouth as he could, gently licking and sucking on it. 

I groaned softly as I held his head against my groin, moving my hips slightly, back and forth, sliding my cock over his tongue as he continued sucking me. I felt the familiar twinge in my balls but I didn't want to come yet so I reached down and stopped him, pulling myself out of his mouth. He looked up with a slightly puzzled look on his face and then stood up.

"I want more, son," I said, almost whispering.

He didn't say anything but moved onto the bed, lying on his back, holding his arms open for me. I knelt on the bed and lowered myself down on top of him. I could feel his hardness sticking into my leg so I moved a little to the side, his hard cock reaching between my legs, under my balls. My cock was mashed between our hips and I moved to his side, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his cock, lowering my lips to his. As our tongues swirled inside each other's mouth, I rubbed up and down his shaft, feeling even vein and bump and circled his crown gently with my finger. As I did, he groaned into my mouth and raised his hips up against the palm of my hand. I pushed down on his cock and he groaned again.

"Fuck me, please, Dad," John said into my mouth.

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked.

He didn't hesitate.

"Yes, Dad, more than anything."

I just looked at him, still rubbing his hard cock with my hand. Without a slight bit of hesitation, I said, "I will son but only if you fuck me first."

He looked up at me with surprise in his eyes. Without either of us saying anything, we rearranged ourselves so he was on top of me, his hard cock rubbing the insides of my thighs ever so gently as we kissed and sucked on each other's tongues. He moved down my body with his tongue, licking and sucking on my nipples then further until he took my cock in his mouth again. After sucking me for a few minutes, he lowered his face and licked under my balls, sending a shiver through me. He spread my legs apart and raised them over his shoulders, dipping his tongue along my crack, running it up and down, wetting everything he could reach. He probed my hole a little, sticking the tip of his tongue right against it and pushing.

I grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs up against my chest, opening my cheeks up to him. He didn't hesitate in starting to concentrate on my hole as he licked and probed with his tongue. I groaned as he took a finger and gently pushed against my hole until it gave, his finger entering me ever so slightly.

"Push against me," he said and I did, feeling his finger going further and further up my canal. 

He was filling my hole and the feeling was overwhelming. I pushed harder and felt his knuckle enter me and I groaned. He started to slowly, finger fuck me, taking his time in pulling and pushing his finger in and out of me until I got used to his motions. Then he pushed and pulled harder, ramming his finger in and out of me quickly. All I could do was groan and push back against his thrusts. I felt him pull his finger completely out of me and it felt so unusual to be so open yet fulfilled at the same time. It's hard to explain what I was feeling but I wasn't empty for long as John got on his knees above me, and pointed his hard cock at my hole, gently pushing it into me, taking my breath away.

The pain that shot through me was intense at first but as he slowly entered me more and more, it subsided and by the time he was fully inside me, his balls resting against my cheeks, the pain had completely gone. My eyes had watered from the pain and when I looked at him, it was hard to see the look on his face but he was concentrating on what he was doing. He waited, holding himself deep inside me, waiting for me to tell him to go ahead and fuck me.

"Fuck me, John," I mumbled as I watched him through water filled eyes.

He slowly pulled his cock almost completely out of me and stopped, just his head inside me. He then slowly, thrust himself fully back up my canal, his balls hitting my ass when he reached the end of my canal. He did this two or three more times and then started speeding up. His balls made a slapping noise against my cheeks every time he thrust completely into me and I grunted when I felt his head hit the end. He leaned against my legs, holding them wider apart and grunted and groaned every time he thrust into me.

I marveled at how he slid his whole length, back and forth, in and out with such ease. He was sweating as he fucked me and his sweat dripped on my chest and the back of my legs as he continued fucking me harder and harder, faster and faster. His breathing was becoming labored but he kept going at me until I felt his cock twitch and suddenly, a hot sensation filled my canal as he exploded inside me, sending wave after wave of hot, sticky come deep up into me. He groaned loudly when he came and held himself against my cheeks, trying to get as deep into me as he could. 

His cock spurted over and over again, sending come around his cock and out of my ass, he came so much. After he finished, he slowly pulled his cock out of me and his come ran down the insides of my legs, pooling on the sheets under my still upraised ass. He just leaned back on his haunches and looked at me, a slight grin on his lips. He watched the come trickle down my legs and as I lowered my legs, he moved aside to give me room to stretch out. As I lay there trying to catch my breath, he said with a raspy voice, "That was the best fuck I have ever had."

I smiled weakly at him and he grinned back at me.

"You've done this before, then?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I didn't know, son."

"I'm not totally gay, Dad, I'm bisexual. I like both men and women."

I didn't say anything but just watched his face, his eyes particularly. After what seemed like a long time, I finally felt good enough to roll over and he moved up behind me and pressed himself against my back, snaking his arms around me, holding me against his body. I could feel the coldness of his sweat and mine as it intermingled as we lay holding each other, not saying anything. He finally spoke but only in a whisper.

"What did you want to talk to me about earlier, Dad?" he asked.

His question snapped me back to where I had walked into his room and I laughed.

"It's nothing really. It's just your mother wanted me to talk to you about something, that's all."

"Well, go ahead. Tell me what she wanted to know," he said.

"I don't know if I want to tell you now that I have you holding me but she wanted to know how you feel about going to bed with her."

I felt John smile as he snuggled against my back.

"So Mom wants me too, huh. Now that I've fucked you, I think it only fair that I fuck her too, don't you think."

We laughed and I turned so I was facing him. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "Do you think you could handle the both of us in one night?"

He leaned forward and kissed my lips as his answer. Pulling away from me, he smiled.

"Yeah, I think I could but only if you fuck me too." he said, looking right into my eyes. "Only if you fuck me too, Dad."

"It's a deal," I answered and pulled him against my chest, smelling his hair and body as we held each other for a few minutes.

That night, after dinner as we all sat in the living room, I told my wife how John would love to fuck her but only if I was there too. She looked at me first then him and the smile on her face said everything. She just nodded and stood up, leaving the room.

"Do you think she still wants me to fuck her?" John asked.

"Oh yeah, son. She wants it more now than ever. Let's see how this plays out, ok?"

He smiled and we waited for my wife to return. When she did, we both just stared. She had been gone for about half an hour and I was beginning to wonder what she was up to but when I saw her, I knew. She had changed into a teddy, well almost a teddy. It was erotic lingerie, barely covering her. Her nipples stuck out through the holes in the front of it and we could see her cunt, peeking out at us from under the garment. She had put on outlandish makeup, lots of eye shadow, a bright red lipstick and her eyes were half closed as she walked into the room and stood in front of the two of us.

I looked over at John and could see the bulge growing in his pants as he stared at his mother. She noticed it too and licked her lips seductively while not taking her eyes off him. John stood up and slowly walked towards her as she watched him. He reached out and touched one of her nipples and she closed her eyes, groaning softly at his touch. He got bolder and took both her breasts in his hands and caressed them with his palms, all the while she stood sighing and moaning softly. He then leaned down and touched the end of one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue and she groaned louder, pulling him against her, wanting him to suck her tits.

I watched as they almost danced as John noisily sucked on her protruding nipples while she held his head against them, wanting more and more. He finally stood up and pulled the top of the teddy over her head, completely exposing her breasts. Leaning down again, he started sucking on them again as I stood up and moved closer to them.

I moved behind her and reached down between her legs, which she opened for me. Finding her hole, I dipped a finger into her, making her cry out. At the same time, John moved to her other breast and noisily started sucking on it. I moved back and pulled the bottom of the teddy down across her ass and let it drop to the floor. Moving back into her, I ran a finger up her crack and probed at her ass hole, just enough so she knew what I wanted. She pushed slightly back against my probing and I found my finger inside her, moving up her canal as she spread her legs even further apart.

"Oh fuck," she muttered as the two of us continued using her body.

John stood back and quickly pulled his shirt over his head and undid his pants, pulling them down slowly, watching her eyes devour him as he did. When his hard cock sprang out of his shorts, she gasped and reached out to grab him, making him groan. I did the same and soon the three of us were totally naked, my wife sandwiched between the two of us. When she leaned forward to take John in her mouth, I quickly pulled her cheeks apart and started running my tongue, up and down her crack, making her squirm against my tongue. I probed her hole and easily entered her, thrusting my tongue as deep into her as I could.

I tongue fucked her for a few minutes, then replaced my tongue with my finger, slowly thrusting it up into her, feeling her canal constricting around my finger, holding it fast inside her. She pushed back against me and I fucked her with it as she continued sucking John's hard cock. He was groaning, as she tongue lashed his hardness, circling his head and splitting his slit open, sticking her tongue tip down into it, sucking the precum out of him. He couldn't stand it any longer.




A New Beginning



"Mom, I want to fuck you," he said, taking her head away from his cock. 'I want to fuck you now."

She smiled slightly and stood up, closing her cheeks around my finger. She moved over to the couch and lay down on her back, her legs spread wide apart, inviting John to fuck her. He moved over and pointed his hard cock at her cunt and leaned down, entering her in one full thrust. She gasped and cried out, as he started to plunge in and out of her soaked cunt. I moved behind him and spread his cheeks apart. He stopped when he felt my tongue hit his hole and groaned loudly. I spread his cheeks further apart and stood up behind him, my hard cock aimed at his hole. Leaning forward and guiding my cock with my hand, I found his opening and entered him, making him grunt from the force of my thrust.

I waited for him and we worked out a steady rhythm so that when he plunged his hard cock deep into his mother's cunt, I pulled my cock out of his ass, leaving only my head inside him. When he withdrew from her cunt, I thrust forward as fast and as hard as I could, my balls slapping against his ass every time. We moved like this for quite a long time. Our groans and sighs filled the room with noise and we fucked with abandon until I couldn't hold it any longer and exploded inside his ass just as he started coming inside his mother's cunt.

I held myself against his ass as he held himself against her cunt, filling the two cavities with hot, liquid come. He and I groaned and grunted every time we spurt another load of come and soon we were pulling out, carefully. I fell back against the couch while John just leaned back, his still semi hard cock inches from his mother's cunt. She noticed it through half closed eyes and pulled him into her again only to feel him grow inside her. He pumped his cock deep into her and fucked her again while as I watched his ass rise and fall, his cheeks greasy from my come, which was running down his crack.

Their groans and moans again filled the room as John fucked her harder this time than before. He again, exploded inside her, sending her into a frantic spasm as she felt his cock spurt his second hot load up into her.

We spend more time in bed now than anywhere else. If I'm not fucking my wife or son, he is fucking one of us. We sleep together and love together with a deep new understanding. Indeed, a new beginning.



A New Beginning



Jill was 27 when it happened. The crash had caused many changes in her life. Some were good some were not. If one must have their leg severed in a car wreck, money is a small consolation. The elderly gentleman who had run his car into hers pushing it off the road and down into a ditch was remarkably wealthy and extremely remorseful. Money would never be a concern for Jill again.

One day she was co-captain of Team USA water polo and the next day she was a woman missing her leg just below the knee. Her world turned upside down.

In the rough months that followed, Jill was feeling sorry for herself. Brad, her boyfriend of two years, could no longer handle the stress. They decided to end their relationship. He had barely touched her since the accident. Which may have been partially her fault. She could not bear to look at the ugly scars where her leg had once been. She was sure she would never find a man to love her with her damaged body. She settled on the thought that she would be alone for the rest of her life. 

Being a pragmatic woman, Jill decided if she couldn't pursue her love for sports, she would explore the other areas she had only let herself imagine in her deepest dreams. It had been twenty-one years now since the accident and masturbation had become her only source of sexual pleasure. Her nature was conservative so over the years she would only nibble at the edges of the hedonistic lifestyle.

Jill's once tan and taut body had slowly become that of a nearly fifty year old woman. Her life had become monotonous. She decided to buy an old estate in dire need of care. She thought having something new to focus on would lift her spirits. Since her new home was near Tulane University, her alma mater, she interviewed several students to find an acceptable handyman type boarder. Louisiana summers are brutally hot, humid periods full of sweaty activities. Jim was the one chosen to fill all of Jill's needs. He was average in most ways, blurring with all the other applicants except for his eyes. He had the warmest deep, dark blue eyes she had ever seen. He was tall and tan with sandy blonde wavy hair. He was a senior needing a place to finish up his final year. She guessed he was about 23 years old. He also had a great, welcoming smile. She had instantly felt comfortable with him during their interview. They decided he would move in right away even though school wouldn't start for another two weeks. He figured he could get a jump on the work that needed to be done before he was burdened with schoolwork. 

The house trim was in desperate need of painting so they decided that would be Jim's first task. The sun was brutal; it had been in the high nineties all day. Jim had been painting for almost three hours, when he heard Jill call his name. "Jim are you thirsty?" Jill asked, as she struck a sensual pose near the ladder. At 48 she was still stacked, just in a slightly looser fashion. " I could really use some Ice water!" Jim said. Jill shuffled toward the kitchen to get a pitcher of ice water. He admired the way she jiggled because of her prosthetic leg. Jim was thinking how nice it would be to lie down with this woman who was most likely older then his mother. He felt a swell in his pants.

Jill suggested they take a dip in the pool to cool off. Jim couldn't wait to see her in a bathing suit. He was perfectly comfortable even after she had removed her prosthetic leg and slid into the pool. Jill had been floating on her favorite raft for about 20 minutes when she turned and caught Jim staring at her and could feel her face immediately turning flush. Jim was embarrassed. He gave her a quick, shy smile and then suggested they get back to work. Jim prayed she wouldn't see the bulge in his pants as he quickly reached for his towel.

Jill could not shake the feelings that had risen up inside of her for the rest of the day. It had been so long since her body had reacted to any man in the intimate way she had only dreamed she would ever experience again. Masturbation was the only form of sexual pleasure she had received since the accident. She longed for the pleasure of having someone deep down inside her and to feel loved again.

That night Jill lay awake in her bed listening to the crickets chirp and the familiar hum of her fan. It was so hot she had gone to bed naked. She could not get Jim off of her mind. What was she thinking? He was half of her age. All of these thoughts about him had left her clit swollen and in dire need of attention. She played with her special spot. Today she came almost instantly. Her body shivered. It was the most powerful orgasm she had been able to achieve herself. 

She went to bed dreaming of lying naked in Jim's young muscular arms. Staring into his deep blue eyes after a long passionate night of making love.

Jill awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining bright .She couldn't believe she had slept past ten. That was so unusual for her. As she began to roll out of bed she suddenly remembered the thoughts she was having last night when she was trying to fall asleep. Her face began to feel warm again and she immediately felt her nipples becoming fully erect. She gently rolled them between her fingers sending tingles throughout her body. Jill was suddenly flustered and afraid to face Jim's sweet smiling face this morning.

She hopped in the shower to try and settle down. Instead she was overwhelmed by thoughts of Jim's naked body again. She reached down and felt her swollen lips and the warmth from the juice that had already begun trickling from her most intimate spot. This time she used the firm pulsing from the shower massage to satisfy her throbbing clit. After letting the hot water run over her naked body for what seemed like hours, she finally forced herself to get dressed and march downstairs. She was secretly hoping Jim had already begun today's task of painting the fence.

Instead, as she opened her bedroom door she was greeted with the smell of freshly brewed hazelnut coffee. Her favorite! When she finally made it to the kitchen she was shocked to find Jim preparing a wonderful breakfast for her. The table was set with fresh flowers from the garden. There were hot biscuits on the table, fresh sliced tomatoes and he was just sliding the western omelet onto a plate. Jill was at a loss for words, but her body was reacting fiercely. She felt a charge run through her as he pushed in her chair. She tried to eat, but couldn't. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't anticipating what happened next. Without saying a word Jim was gently sweeping her long, golden hair off the back of her neck. He slowly began massaging her back and shoulders. 

She was taken aback by the shock she was feeling every time his warm, callused hands changed position on her neck. She began to experience feelings she hadn't felt in years. Her body was suddenly coming back to life. Jill's' nipples had now swelled to a point inside of her black lacy bra.

Jim slowly lowered his hand and began massaging her back as he tenderly kissed her neck. She smelled so sweet. He had yearned to touch her naked flesh. His cock was now rock hard and bulging out of his shorts. He was wondering how far she would let him go. Her wanted her – all of her. 

Jill thought she was dreaming. This young, attractive man with piercing blue eyes could probably have any young college girl in town. Here he was caressing her tired body – the one she thought no man would ever find attractive again. 

Jim's hands slowly traced down Jill's back then he slipped his arms through hers and softly grasped her breasts in both hands flicking his thumbs on her fully erect nipples sending shock waves through her body. She knew she should stop him but her mind could not override the intense feelings that were rippling through her body.

As she turned to speak to him he quickly placed a finger over her lips and stared at her lovingly with those gorgeous eyes. She had totally lost control. He bent down and kissed her with his sweet, tender lips. He kissed her gently at first, tasting her lips. Then he couldn't hold off any longer and slipped his tongue into her warm mouth to explore. Jim's cock was throbbing now he needed to explode.

Jim gently grabbed Jill by the hand and led her to his room. He carefully unbuttoned her shirt, slid it off of her shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. He let out a groan when he saw her nipples poking through her bra and quickly removed it. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her rapid breathing. He opened his mouth wide and immediately began sucking on her sweet pink nipples rapidly rolling his tongue and taking as much of her tit in to his mouth that he could. 

He slowly pushed her back and guided her to the bed. There were pre cum drops glistening from the head of his swollen cock which was still tucked inside of his shorts, aching to be released. Jill was soaking wet with anticipation. There was warm sweet juice dripping from her cunt. Her clit was throbbing. She wanted to grab his head and push his face into her pussy. 

Jim began tenderly kissing down her stomach as his hand slowly glided up her thigh. He barely got his hands near her sweet spot and could feel her warm juice. He spread her legs wide open and hungrily licked her clit with the tip of his warm tongue. He thought he was going to cum with the first taste of her sweet cream. He began flicking his tongue in circles over her sweet spot. She was moaning and squirming with pleasure. He had to have more. He eagerly slipped his tongue through her swollen lips deep inside of her tight hole as the warm juice slowly slid down towards her sweet ass. He began nibbling lightly on her clit. Jill's body stiffened and she lifted her ass up in the air and screamed with pleasure. She had been without for so long her body just exploded! He was slurping up every sweet drop of juice that was pouring out of her cunt. 

Every nerve in Jill's body was dancing excitedly. She had just reached the most powerful orgasm of her entire life.

Jim had finally torn himself from her sweet pussy and with his chin dripping with cum he rolled her over and pushed the pillows up by her prosthetic leg to help give her some more balance. His cock was throbbing like it never had before .He had to feel her warmth before he exploded. He dropped his now damp shorts to the floor. His bulging cock was finally able to protrude fully from his lean body.

He grabbed her sweet ass and teased her clit with the head of his big cock. He held her tender ass steady and slid his cock into her tight warm pussy. She let out a scream as she felt him go deeper inside of her. He began pounding faster his belly slamming against her ass. He had never felt such pleasure. She was moaning now and pushing hard against him every time he slid in. 

Jim was aching now and couldn't hold out any longer. He plunged hard and deep and let out a moan as he shot his hot, creamy load deep in her cunt. She let out a whimper as she collapsed into her second orgasm. He gently slid his cock in and out of her until he had released every drop of his sperm and his now soft cock slipped out of her. He watched as his cum slowly poured out of her swollen pussy.

Jill lay on the bed unable to move until her thumping heart slowed down and body no longer quivered. Jim grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up. She had tears in her eyes. He kissed her tenderly, thanked her and said that was the best sex he had ever had. He also told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world. 

Jill had once again felt loved. 



A New Beginning



She fought hard to hold back her smile as she stepped, for the first time, on campus. The feeling of freedom and independence overwhelmed her. For the first time she had no one to answer to, no one to check in with. She could do whatever she wanted, with no one to tell her otherwise.

Kristy walked through campus to where her dorm room was, as promising thoughts of her upcoming year raced through her head. She was just 18 in July, and felt as if she was just beginning life. She was a tall slender girl, with a beautiful face and a body to match. 

In high school, she was very popular. She was the girl that all the guys wanted to be with. She hung out with the "in crowd", and was very active in her school. She had the same boyfriend since freshman year, who was equally popular, and as handsome as she was beautiful. They were the envy of most of the school, most likely to succeed in whatever they set out to do.

Her personality as well as her looks equally attributed to her popularity. She was friendly with everyone in school, and always treated everyone with the same kindness and bubbling demeanor, regardless of how they looked or acted. Sometimes her close friends were put off by the fact that she would "even be seen" with some of the people she talked to, but it never bothered her. Kristy felt that every person was unique in some way or another, and that every person she got to know had the potential to broaden her own personality. Why anyone would deny themselves of such an experience, simply because someone doesn't look or act like you do was beyond her. It seems that is what the whole point of getting to know other people was about.

Although, despite all of her wonderful traits, something was not right with Kristy. It seemed to her that ever since she could remember, she lived her life doing as she thought other people would expect her to do. Being the person she is, she always tries to exceed the expectations of others around her, be it her parents, friends or her boyfriend Matt. She rarely takes the time to live her life for her, which is why she is overwhelmed with excitement now. She has decided to cease this opportunity, and from this day on, live life more for herself. She has the chance to start over, and let herself experience life on her own terms.

She entered her dorm room, dragging her things behind her, and noticed that her roommate was already there and gone. Her things were left half unpacked and scattered across one side of the room. Kristy began to neatly unpack and put away her things, unaffected by the untidy first impression of her roommate. She was to enamored by her newfound freedom to worry about anything else.

Days later, Kristy had once again found herself falling into her old habits, struggling feverishly to make a good first impression on her professors. Her feelings of freedom and independence were soon replaced with overwhelming feelings of anxiety. She spent her first week closed in her room studying, and wondering, as she listened to the other students laugh and carry on in the hallways, how anyone else had any time for themselves. 

She had only seen her roommate twice at this point, and wondered how she managed to stay away for as long as she did. Her name was Mary, and she was a very quiet person. Not in a shy way, but more like, "it's too bothersome to answer your boring questions using more than one word" way. She wasn't nasty or rude, just not the type who liked to talk. She was a pretty girl, but seemed to hide it underneath her jet-black hair and pale face.

As Kristy sat among her piles of books and papers, she began to feel her stomach sinking as she thought. Not even one week and the only person she's met doesn't talk. She began to think about her parents, and what advice they would give her. She wanted to call, but did not want anyone to think that she was already homesick after a few days. Her thoughts then slowly drifted to Matt, her boyfriend. She wondered how he was getting along, as they were across the country in different colleges. She thought about how they had agreed to split-up before college. It was obviously the right thing to do, seeing as how they would be apart for four years. They both knew that pretending to carry on a relationship when they were over three thousand miles apart was just ridiculous. Still, she wished he was there with her.

She let her thoughts overwhelm her, and began to cry. As she sat alone in her room, wishing to see a familiar face to comfort her it hit her. She didn't need Matt or her parents! She didn't need anyone. She was free to do whatever she wanted. Her feelings of independence came rushing back to her as her tears dried up. She pushed aside her books and got up to pace the room, thinking out loud about all the things she was going to do with her freedom. She had worked herself up into such an excitement, she was almost breathless, and sat back down to regain her thoughts. 

Again, her thoughts turned to Matt, but this time not just him, but of the times, they spent alone. Matt was her one and only lover. She thought about how Matt used to tell her how he loved her after they made love, and how wonderful he said she had made him feel. She remembered the things that he used to say, and the words he used to describe how he felt when he was with her. And as if she were looking at herself from another point of view, realized that she never truly understood what he was feeling. She could see herself saying the same things back to him, and not understanding why, but only that it made him happy. Her mind became a flood of thoughts, as this revelation crashed upon her. She felt like she was watching a movie that didn't make any sense until the last minutes when everything seemed to tie itself together. She began to realize what had been missing from her life. She never really loved Matt, and didn't face it until this moment. She definitely had feelings for him, but not in the way that she pretended. Matt was just the expectation she needed to live up to. She realized that their relationship was just following her pattern of life.

She sat back as a cold rushed over her body. She felt like she had been told bad news, but it somehow liberated her. She realized that it wasn't just Matt himself that was the problem, but the lack of feeling that she had denied herself. She wondered how she could ever let herself sink into such a situation. How she could be so deep in a place that didn't allow her to feel anything for herself, and worse, why did she feel so content there? She gazed at the books piled on the desk in front of her and smiled. She had the rest of her life in front of her, and was determined to find whatever she had been missing.

As she reveled in her thoughts, she felt as if she had broken out of a cage that had confined her for years. The feeling was so overwhelming she was almost finding it difficult to breathe. Suddenly she wondered what she had missed out on in her past four years. She wondered if there was anything, or anyone that could have given her the passion she was missing. Maybe she was so blinded by what she thought was love and passion that she wouldn't have known it if it was ever really there. Did she miss it? Was it there for her all along, and she just didn't recognize it? Her mind began to race through all of the faces of people she knew all of the places she'd been, hoping that something would spark. Instead, the more she thought, the more she realized that her life was never her own. Her mind began to slow down, as if it were running out of gas, and she soon fell asleep.

It was hours later when she was jolted awake. It took her some time to focus on where she was. Her neck was stiff from the chair she had fallen asleep in. She was alone in her room, and everything was quiet for the first time since she came here. She got up, turned off her desk lamp and fumbled into bed. There was a full moon out that kept her room lit enough for her to see the outline of the things around her. As she began to close her eyes, she realized what it was that had woke her up in the first place.

It was a night, just like tonight. She closed her eyes and started replaying it in her mind. The more she thought, the more vividly it came back to her, and it felt as if she was there again. All the sensations, everything she felt, were as if it were happening to her all over again.

It was shortly after her freshman year of high school had begun. Her and her friend Kim had arrived back at Kim's house after a party, where she had just met Matt. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, just like she had that night. It has been so long since she felt like that. She remembered sitting on Kim's bed, talking and laughing. 

Her eyes flew open briefly breaking her concentration. She held her breath as her eyes scanned around the moonlit room. She exhaled slowly as her body relaxed again, and she gently closed her eyes. She could see Kim's room, lit dimly from the light of the television, just the way the moon lit her dorm. Kim slept next to her, closely huddled into her body. It felt warm and comfortable. Kim's leg was uncovered, and draped across her body. Her mind re-lived the way her eyes were drawn onto her skin, glowing from the blue light. Her mind's eye scanning back and forth over the smoothness of her skin, starting high above her knee, just below her hip, straight down, over her ankle to the tips of her toes. She could feel her warmth on her fingertips as she gently reached out to touch her. Her body tingled with sensations she had never before experienced.

Kim's body shifted tighter into hers, and she could now feel her sleeping breath on her ear and neck. Her body was hot and she began to perspire. She felt a breeze coming from Kim's bedroom window, and as it blew over her, she became aware of every part of her body. Her breasts felt heavy lying on her chest, and her nipples were hard and straining the fabric of her shirt, the way they did when she was cold. They were sensitive, and felt as if they were burning when her shirt lightly brushed them. There was a tingling sensation between her legs, and as she became more aware, she felt a dampness there. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and her stomach felt queasy at the thought that she may have wet herself while she slept next to her best friend. Her hand shook as she reached down to inspect herself, praying that it was just her imagination. As her fingers came in contact with her damp panties, her body was jolted by what felt like an electric shock coursing through her body in an instant, causing her to wince out loud. She quickly pulled her hand away. Her body felt as if it was being stuck with millions of pins and needles all at once. Her toes tingled, and she felt an almost painful throbbing between her legs. Her body, now soaked with sweat, crawled with a feverish sensitivity. Her mind was working hard, but all she could concentrate on was the sensations within her. She could not tell what was happening, and held her breath anxiously. 

Again, Kristy's eyes flew open. Her body experiencing all of the sensations as if it was happening all over again. She grabbed at her shirt anxiously and pulled it over her head. Her breasts throbbing, she gently took her nipples between her fingers and squeezed lightly, rolling up and down the stiff flesh sending shivers through her body. Her mind was vividly recapturing the image of Kim's smooth skin against hers. She was again drawn to the intense throbbing between her legs, and quickly rolled her damp panties down over her ankles and slipped them off. Her hand instinctively reached between her legs and cupped tightly over her pussy. She pressed hard against herself, and her body uncontrollably jumped as the heel of her hand pressed into her sensitive clit. She slowly slid two fingers up to her clit and circled the spot where the throbbing was coming from. Her body shook every time her fingers glided over the hard little bump. As she gently massaged it, the sensations grew steadily, more pleasurable each time. She was almost scared to keep going, unsure of where this feeling would lead her, but it felt too good to stop. She pressed harder and faster as her pleasure built, and spread throughout her body. She could feel that something was going to happen soon, but she didn't know what. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, bracing herself for what was to come. Suddenly, images of her friend came rushing into her head. Her soft, naked skin on hers, her warm breath tickling her ear and the shape of her foot resting on her leg sent her over the edge. Kristy's hips lifted off the bed uncontrollably towards her pressing fingers. Everything around her seemed to disappear as her body shook and convulsed with pleasure. She couldn't breathe, and she felt as though she was screaming but couldn't hear. A sharp pleasure washed over her body for what seemed like days, and she could feel wetness pouring out between her legs onto her fingers. Every muscle in her body clenched tightly around her center, and then as quick as it came, washed away. 

She lay still on her bed, naked and sweating. Her senses slowly beginning to return. She managed somehow to crawl under her covers, and as she basked in the wonderment of her very first orgasm, she drifted to sleep.

Kristy woke the next morning with the same excited feeling in her stomach that she used to get on Christmas morning when she was young. She looked over at her alarm clock, which read 10:38. She had missed the start of class, and didn't even make an effort to get up. Her mind buzzed as thoughts of last night were rushing back. She had never experienced such a powerful emotion, and as she thought more about what happened, she wondered what it meant. Was she attracted to women? Was she a lesbian? Maybe it was just Kim who she was attracted to. She thought hard to remember any other incident where she may have felt the same as she had that night at Kim's, but nothing seemed to click. Nothing that strong at least. She remembered incidents where she caught herself looking at other women, but didn't recognize them as sexual, until now. She remembered admiring outfits, or shoes, but as she thought harder, she realized there was more to it. She could vividly remember the way they moved or their smell. She could see herself admiring her friends for more than just their clothes or hair. She remembered the shape of their bodies. She remembered how their breasts looked, or the curve of their hips. It wasn't the shoes or the clothes she was noticing, but the way those things made a girls body look. The way a tight shirt would strain against their breasts, making them round and firm, or show off some belly. The way shoes might make their legs look.

As all these different images flashed in her mind, this time for what they really were, she felt her body start to tingle again. She concentrated hard, until her thoughts settled on one incident in particular. It was graduation, and she was sitting in her living room talking to her friend Lisa. Her parents had thrown a small pre-graduation party for her and some friends, before they went to the big party that night. Lisa looked exceptionally gorgeous that night. She wore a short black dress, and sexy strap heals. Kristy recalled their conversation, and the way Lisa sat across from her with her legs crossed. She remembered staring at her shoes, and the way her eyes traveled from her foot all the way up her leg to the hem of her dress. Kristy recalled the way she sipped her drink, and how delicate her manicured fingers looked when she held her glass. She could smell her perfume, and delighted at the way Lisa's bright eyes widened, and the warmth of her smile as they spoke. The harder she focused on Lisa; everything else in her memory seemed to dissolve, until just the two of them were there. The conversation seemed to fade as well, and all she could hear was the sound of her breathing and her heart beating. She concentrated hard on Lisa's image. In her mind, Lisa leaned into her, uncrossing her legs, and began to speak to her again. Her voice rang louder and clearer in her ears. Lisa was telling her to touch herself, begging to see it. Lisa began to run her fingers up and down her own legs. Kristy's eyes followed Lisa's fingers to the darkness beneath her dress. Lisa was speaking to her softly, whispering Kristy's name. Her mind flashed images of Lisa's body, as she felt in intense pressure welling up inside her. She could almost feel Lisa there with her, as she quickly became aware of her own body. Still concentrating on the scrambling images in her mind, she became aware of her hand working feverishly between her legs. Her mind now jumbled, flashing pictures of Kim and Lisa, one after another, all the while hearing Lisa's voice encouraging her. Her mind was moving fast and everything was beginning to become blurry. Images of Lisa and Kim combined with others began to mesh, until they didn't even make sense, until she finally felt her body tense up, and waves of pleasure overcame her.

Two days had passed in a blur since Kristy became aware of her feelings. Although she felt relieved, as though she had found a big part of her that had been missing, she didn't know how to cope with the fact that she was attracted to other women. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else in her life, and often found mind wandering off. She wasn't able to recall anything she had heard in her classes the past two days, and hadn't opened a single book. Her mind seemed to be set off by the slightest incident, and blocked everything else out. She found herself fantasizing about different girls she would see. She tried hard to think of boys, but it just didn't happen. There was no denying the way she felt.

She sat in her dorm room, wishing desperately for someone to talk to. Who would she tell? Her parents? Her friends? There was no one for her to turn to. She was going to have to figure it out on her own. She decided to log on to her computer and see if she could find anyone to talk to. She read through some of her mail, but there was nothing interesting. Just a few jokes and notes from her friends asking how she was getting along. She even entertained the idea of visiting some of the chat rooms, but she knew that it wouldn't do her any good to tell her feelings to a stranger. Besides, you never knew who you were really talking to anyway, so she just logged off. 

It was still early, and she was feeling hungry. She decided to take a walk and get something to eat. She found herself in this little pizza place, just off campus. It wasn't crowded like it usually was, but there were a few people there. She took her pizza, sat down at an empty table and began to eat. Not even a minute passed when she heard a voice from behind her. 

"English lit with Brogan right?"

She turned to see a girl that she thought she recognized from one of her classes. She was cute. About 5'5. Long brown hair, and dark eyes. Kristy's eyes darted up and down the girl's slender frame, and felt her mind start to wander. 

"I sit right behind you I think."

Kristy's mind snapped back.

"Oh yea... hi... I'm sorry, I just spaced out for a sec."

As she spoke, she realized that it might have been the first thing she said in days.

"It's okay," the girl said as she sat down at Kristy's table. 

"I'm Kate, nice to meet you."

"Kristy, same here."

"You're not expecting anyone are you?"

"Not at all."

The two sat, eating their pizza and talking about their classes. They seemed to hit it off pretty well. As it turned out, they were in a few classes together, and Kristy was able to get some of the assignments she had missed the past few days. They finished their food, and had remained talking for well over an hour. Kristy liked Kate, who reminded her a lot of herself. Even better still, she took her mind off the things that had been troubling her for the past few days, and Kristy felt almost normal again. Not once since they started talking did Kristy think of her in a sexual way. As that thought occurred to her she felt relieved, fearing lately that she had turned into some kind of lesbian pervert who could only think about sex.




A New Beginning



After a while Kate suggested that they walk back to Kristy's dorm so she could give her some of the notes she had "misplaced." Kristy couldn't tell her the real reason for not knowing the assignments.

"I would say we could go back to mine, but my room mate's a pain in the ass. She's in bed already, and she gets up at like 4 am everyday!"

"That's okay, I've only seen mine like three times. She hasn't slept there once."

"You don't know how lucky you are. I already put in to be switched out, but unless something becomes available, I'm screwed."

They walked back to the dorms talking and laughing the whole way. As they headed into the building, they realized that they lived in the same place, Kristy one floor below Kate. They entered Kristy's room, and Kate sat down at the desk and started to copy down all the assignments that were due in their classes.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this Kate. You are a real lifesaver."

"It's no problem. You should just be thankful I introduced myself to you."

"I am! Don't worry I'll pay you back I promise."

"Oh yea? What did you have in mind?"

"What do you want?"

"Hmm... "

Kate put her hand to her chin and pretended to think about it real hard.

"Give me a couple of days and I'll think of something."

Kristy laughed, "Okay you got it."

"So what's the deal with your room mate? Where does she stay?"

Kristy shrugged her shoulders. "Beats me, All I know is that her name is Mary."

"Do you think she'd be interested in changing rooms with me? I mean since she's never here anyway... Oh that is unless you like being alone."

"No I would love to have someone to talk to, believe me. I can ask her if I see her again."

As she spoke, she realized that she didn't really mean it. She did seem to like Kate a lot, but truthfully, being alone the last few days has really been helpful. She knew that she still needed more time to sort through all her feelings, and having someone around all the time would make it difficult.

"Okay then. I'd better get going. It's getting late, and I should get there before she goes to sleep. I'll meet you downstairs tomorrow, we can walk to class together."

"Okay it's a date."

Those words sounded funny to Kristy as they came out, but Kate just smiled and left the room. Kristy felt like her old self for the first time in days, and fell right asleep that night. 

The next morning when she woke up, she saw that Mary was asleep in her bed. She quietly got ready, and left to meet Kate. She didn't want to wake her, so she wouldn't feel bad about not asking her if she wanted to move.

She reached the dorm lobby about twenty minutes before class started, and Kate wasn't there yet. Just as she was sitting down Kate pushed her way through the entrance. Kristy looked up and smiled at her.

"Sorry, I grabbed the wrong book and had to go all the way back up stairs."

"It's okay, I just got here."

They walked off for class, talking as if they'd known each other for years. They spent the whole day together, and Kristy realized all the things she had missed her first week. All the parties, and the sorority pledging. Not that it was too late to try to join a sorority, but it wasn't something that she was very interested in to begin with. Kate was obviously of the same mind.

It was late in the afternoon when they decided to go back to Kristy's room to get ahead on some of the assignments that were given to them. When they got back to their building, Kate went to her room to change, and they would meet at Kristy's in a few minutes. 

Kristy walked through her door to an empty dorm room. As usual, her roommate was no where to be found. She started to get undressed to change into some sweats when Kate walked in. She stood in her room in her underwear, and the strangest feeling overtook her. She could almost feel Kate's eyes roaming up and down her body. Her skin felt hot, and she didn't want to turn and face her. She wasn't embarrassed; she had changed in front of other girls before. This was a different feeling, as if she was being spied on, and she liked it. She took her time finding her sweatpants, pretending she had misplaced them somewhere.

"What are you looking for?"

"I can't find my sweatpants. I know I put them in her somewhere."

"So? You don't need them do you? It's just us girls here."

Her stomach jumped. 

"No it's just... "

"Well if it will make you feel better, " and without any shame Kate stripped off her shirt and pants and stood there in her bra, panties, and socks. Kristy was speechless.

"Now let's get to work."

Kate made herself comfortable on the bed, lying on her stomach, and Kristy sat in the chair at her desk. Almost immediately Kristy found herself staring at Kate's body, her mind drifting away from the work at hand. Kate was usually wearing less revealing outfits, and Kristy could never really tell what was hidden underneath. Her skin was darker, and smooth. Her legs were very shapely and tight, and her but was firm. Maybe it was because Kate was a great deal shorter than her, that she never expected her to have such a beautiful body. 

"What do you think?"

Kristy hadn't realized that Kate was talking to her.

"Huh? What do I think about what?" Her stomach jumped at the thought of being caught staring at her new friend.

Kate rolled her eyes.

"What do you think about the assignment?"

"Oh I think it's fine."

There was a long pause, and Kate just started at Kristy smiling. Kristy looked down at her book, trying to act as if she had been there the whole time. Kate sat up, crossing her legs and pushing her breasts out slightly. 

"How many girls have you been with?"

Kristy felt like she was going to black out. Her body felt numb, and her throat was dry.

"What? What are you talking about?" "I want to know what it's like to have sex with another girl."

"I wouldn't know, I've never had sex with a girl." 

Her tone was short and snide. She spoke as if she'd been insulted, but it didn't seem to throw Kate off at all.

"But you think about it right?"

"NO! Why would you ask me that?"

"C'mon Kristy. I watched you in class. You stared at every girl in the room. I know you never lost your notes. You never wrote them down."

"Oh so I didn't take any notes and that makes me a lesbian? Maybe I just have a lot on my mind. What do you know?"

"I know that you were just staring at me, and you didn't hear a word I said." Look it's no big deal, forget I said anything. Maybe I should go."

Kate got up and grabbed her clothes.

"No don't leave. I'm sorry."

Kristy didn't even look up as she spoke. Kate dropped her things and sat back down on the bed. 

Kristy looked as though she wanted to speak, but every time she started, it was as though she thought that she shouldn't say what she was about to. Kate saw her struggling and spoke up.

"Look Kristy I'm sorry. I mean I barely even know you and I'm already assuming I know everything about you. It was stupid of me to say anything. I... "

"You're right." Kristy interrupted. "I didn't take any notes. And I have thought about other girls. Lately I've been thinking about it a lot. And... and I was staring at you."

Kate smiled. 

"I think about it too sometimes."

"You don't understand. Lately it's like I can't think about anything else. The only time I've felt normal is, well when I'm with you."

Kristy started to tell Kate everything. She told her about Matt and her life before college. She told her about her friends, Kim and Lisa, and Kate listened intently. Kristy spoke quickly, as if she couldn't get her thoughts out fast enough. She abruptly finished speaking and waited for Kate to react. When she said nothing in response, Kristy spoke up.

"I know what you're thinking, but I can't help it. I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean? There is nothing to do. Kristy you are not a freak. I... well I just feel bad that you weren't happy for so long. I think you should do whatever you have to do to make yourself happy."

Kristy remained quiet, still staring down at her feet.

"As long as we're being honest I should tell you... I think about it a lot too. I never did anything either, but I used to think about it all the time, you know my friends and stuff, but I would never have told them. When I would... ,you know... I would think about them doing it with me, or to me. Sometimes I did it while they were there, and they didn't know it. Then I saw you in class, checking out all the other girls. I noticed you never said anything to them, and when I saw you alone at the pizza place, well, I wanted to see, well I thought that you were... you know."

Kristy looked puzzled at what Kate was trying to say. Kate rolled her eyes, got up and walked over to Kristy. She knelt down beside her on the chair, and put her face next to hers.

"I thought you might want to fuck me" Kate whispered. 

Kristy looked into Kate's eyes.

"Really?"

Kate nodded. "That night, after we came home, I thought about it. I thought about you, and, well like I used to."

Kristy felt hot. She felt like she was sweating, and she couldn't speak.

"I think we should see if it's as good as we imagine it to be."

Before Kristy could speak, Kate's lips were on hers. Her kiss was soft, and sent chills down Kristy's spine. She opened up her mouth and her tongue met Kate's. She reached out and touched Kate's shoulder. Her skin was soft and hot, and Kristy immediately felt moist between her legs. 

Somehow, they wound up on the bed, embracing tightly and kissing, fumbling with one another's clothes until they were both naked. The sensations from Kate's skin rubbing against Kristy was indescribable. Kristy felt Kate's hand slide down her belly and cup her mound, and without warning, Kristy came. She lost all sense of what was happening around her, and felt as though she forgot to breathe. She opened her eyes to see Kate's smiling face.

"Already?" She said slyly.

"Yea... uh... I... I don't know, it just felt... sorry."

"It's okay. I'm glad to see I had such an effect on you."

They kissed hard again. Kristy's whole body was sensitive to Kate's touch. She felt Kate's foot sliding up and down her legs, as her hands busily fondled her breasts. Kristy reached out and touched Kate's skin with the tips of her fingers. She let her hand slide down her skin until she found her pussy. She noticed how soft and silky it felt as she let her fingers explore. She soon found her clit, and noticed how stiff it was, and much bigger than her own. She let her fingers glide over it, and delighted in Kate's reaction. Kate's hips were thrusting wildly into her hand; until she felt Kate's body stiffen and shake. Kate squeezed Kristy hard as she came. 

Chapter 2

The two girls lay naked on the bed next to each other, gently caressing and kissing. Neither one of them spoke. Kristy was fascinated with Kate's body, and couldn't keep her hands off it. She let her hands roam over her smooth skin, completely consumed with how it felt. Her fingers brushed gently over her nipples, delighting in Kate's shivering reaction every time she did so. Her mind was strangely calm, and she felt at ease for the first time since she had been at school. 

Kristy closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of Kate's soft lips trailing gentle kisses on her skin. She let her hands fall to her side, opening her body to Kate, to do with her whatever she pleased. For the first time in her life, she was giving herself entirely to someone else, without hesitation, and she felt comfortable and free. She wasn't self-conscious of her own body as she had been in the past. She wanted Kate to touch her everywhere. 

Kate acknowledged Kristy's submission, and ceased the opportunity, touching and tasting every part of her delicate body, right down to her toes. Kristy giggled, as Kate kissed and licked her feet, and back up to her belly and breasts. 

"What do you want me to do Kristy? I'll do anything you want."

Kristy pulled Kate towards her, kissing her hard on the lips.

"Tell me what you want."

"I don't know."

"Yes you do, but you have to ask me for it."

Kristy didn't know how to respond. She didn't know what she wanted, except that she didn't ever want this to end. 

"Tell me what you think about when you fantasize about your friends. What were they doing to you?"

Kristy remained quiet. She had never thought about it like that. Kate hesitated for a moment, fearing that she was being to assertive.

"I just want to make you happy."

Kristy smiled, and wrapped her arms tightly around Kate.

"You have."

"I just…I want to do everything. I want you to know that I'll do anything you want."

Kate grabbed Kristy's hand, lowering it between the two of them, and placing it between Kristy's legs.

"I want to watch you."

Kristy was thrown off a little by Kate's request. She wasn't sure if she could do something like that. She too wanted to please Kate, and do anything she wanted, but she felt unsure. Kristy's sexuality was still so new to her.

Kate saw her hesitation.

"And I want you to watch me."

Kate propped herself up on her elbow, hovering over Kristy, and stared directly at her hand made it's way between her own legs.

"I want to share everything with you. This is what I think about when I'm by myself…"

Kristy watched as Kate's fingers disappeared between her legs. Her hand moved slowly, gliding up and down. Kates eyes gently closed, and she began to whisper.

"…I imagine that someone is watching me as I masturbate. I know they're watching, and I want them to see me…"

"Kristy felt a familiar tingle between her legs as she watched Kate. Her hand moved on it's own, mimicking Kate as she described her fantasy.

"…She begins to do it with me. We watch each other, and encourage each other without speaking. I feel her eyes on me, watching everything I do…"

Kate's hand began to move faster and more intentional, as did Kristy's. Her breathing became quicker. Kristy felt her juices start to churn inside of her as she pressed her fingers into her stiffening clit. She felt little sparks of pleasure begin to shoot right down to her toes as she rubbed herself.

Kate opened her eyes quickly, catching Kristy's stare. 

"Oh God, that is so hot."

Kate's body twitched as her eyes roamed over Kristy.

"Make yourself cum for me. I want to see you."

Kate collapsed next to Kristy, her body shifted up and down as she fingered herself. Watching Kate play with herself was too much for Kristy. She wanted to devour her. 

"Kate I'm going to cum for you."

Kristy pressed her lips on Kate's, as Kate exploded, moaning loudly into Kristy's mouth. Kristy felt Kate's body stiffen beneath her, and she shuddered uncontrollably as her own orgasm took over her body. Kristy rolled onto her back before her orgasm had subsided, and Kate rolled on top of her, holding her tightly as she recovered.

When Kristy's breathing returned to normal, Kate kissed her quickly.

Kristy smiled, feeling almost empowered that she was able to give Kate what she wanted.

"Is that how you imagined it?"

"Better."

Kate brushed the hair away from Kristy's face and kissed her cheek. 

"Now it's my turn to do something for you."

Kristy wanted to speak in protest, feeling that she couldn't do anything more, but Kate wouldn't allow her. Kate quickly slid herself down between Kristy's legs. Kristy could feel her breath between her legs, and before she could react, she felt Kate's tongue probing her gently, causing her body to tremor. The feeling was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Kate's tongue lashed wildly between her legs, causing pleasure she had never felt before, touching places she didn't know she had. It minutes Kristy was crying out loud as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced ripped through her body. Kate crawled up next to kristy, holding her tightly, until the two drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

As Kristy drove she felt almost nauseous. There was a knot her stomach, and she felt almost dizzy. It was a long ride home, and she fought herself every second of the way not to turn the car around and head straight back to school.

It was summer break, and the first time Kristy was going back since school began last fall. She had been able to come up with excuses during the year of why she wouldn't be back over the holiday breaks, but now she had to face it. There was no way she could keep away for the whole summer.

Kristy was a much different person now then she was just a few months ago, both on the inside and out. She was still beautiful, and her personality could still win over anyone she pleased, but she had something now that she'd never had before. She had confidence, direction, and assertiveness. She didn't worry about little things that used to seem so important. She had the ability to know exactly what she wanted, and the confidence to get it. She was no longer shy and inward, and she knew exactly what she needed out of life to be happy. 

But as she headed for home, she didn't feel that way at all. She felt like her old self. The person that would sacrifice her own happiness, to please others. The person that would create the image of what other's thought she should be to make them happy, and not looking for her own satisfaction, losing sight of the things that would make her happy.. She hated how it felt, and began to feel suffocated at the thought of it. She was not going to be that girl again, but how was she going to tell people who she really was?

She tried to keep her mind occupied with other things as she drove. She thought about Kate, her girlfriend back at school. Kate was everything to Kristy, her lover and her friend. She was the person with whom she could share anything with, her deepest thoughts and desires, and wouldn't be judged. She was the person responsible for helping Kristy figure out who she was and what she needed to be happy and complete. Together, they explored their newfound sexual freedom in every way imaginable, doing everything they desired, and knowing that as long as they were together, they could do anything.

Kate and Kristy were inseparable throughout the year. Anyone who knew them was in complete awe of their relationship. They made no attempt to hide their relationship from anyone, and most people accepted them as they were. It was something that was totally new for Kristy. 

But now, for the first time in almost nine months, they were forced to be apart, and Kristy felt as though she was losing everything that Kate had helped her find. She wondered how she would sleep at night without Kate nestled against her. She thought back to the first night they had spent together, and it made her long to be next to her. It was the very day that Kristy's old roommate had moved out to live with her boyfriend off campus that Kate moved in. 

She pulled into her driveway, and took a deep breath before heading into the house. She felt as if she wanted to just run in and scream "I'm a lesbian," skipping the awkward "hello's" and "tell me everything's" that she was sure to encounter, prolonging her anxiety for that much longer. She laughed at the thought and headed into the house.

She was surprised to find that no one was rushing to greet her, and even more surprised to realize that no one was home. She knew someone would be here, as the front door was unlocked.

"HELLO? Anybody here?"

"KRISTY!"

It was her little sister, Melissa, who hurried excitedly to greet her. Before Kristy had time to react, Melissa had practically tackled her, hugging her so hard she almost fell over. 

"Hey munchkin! I missed you too."

The first thing Kristy noticed was her sister was no longer little, and "munchkin," the name Kristy called her all her life, was no longer suitable. Melissa was actually about two inches taller than her. 




A New Beginning



She stepped back from Melissa's hold, and took a second to admire her.

"What the hell happened to you? Where's my sister?"

"Ha ha very funny!"

"No I'm serious! Look at you! You're all grown up! You were still a little shrimp when I left!" 

"Yea well I guess I was just a "late bloomer" as mom keeps saying."

"Yea I guess so! I can't believe it. You've got boobs and everything!"

"Shut up! I can't believe you!"

Melissa just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and was heading into her senior year at high school. She was one of those kids who missed the deadline for kindergarten, and as a result, was older than most of the kids in her graduating class.

Still, Kristy was amazed at her sister's appearance. She had just always figured that Melissa was going to be tiny, but as she looked at her she could see that wasn't the case. Her figure had developed into that of a woman. She had full breasts and rounded hips, and she couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between the two of them.

"So where is everybody?"

"Well dad's at work, and mom went out shopping so she can make your favorite dinner tonight."

She put on a snide voice as she spoke, and Kristy laughed.

"It's all she's been talking about the whole week! Kristy this and Kristy that, Kristy will be here…"

"Well you know they always liked me better!"

Melissa laughed.

"Do you need help with any of your stuff?"

"Yea, that would be great. There's only like two bags."

They walked outside to the car and retrieved the bags, and brought them upstairs. Melissa stopped halfway down the hall.

"Here you go." She said proudly.

"What do you mean? My room's over there" Kristy pointed to the door at the end of the hall.

"Correction, your room used to be over there. Now, this is your room."

"You moved into my old room?"

"You weren't using it anymore. Finders keepers!"

Kristy laughed. "Okay you win."

As Kristy entered the room, she noticed that everything was meticulously put in it's place, except that everything was in a different room.

"Mom made me move everything piece by piece so it looked the same as you left it. Maybe she figured you wouldn't notice that you were in a different room or something."

"Yea…"

"Oh by the way, Lisa called before. Said that everyone was going to Mugs tonight around nine."

Mugs was the local place that everyone hung out in. Mainly because they were pretty lenient on who they served alcohol to. 

"Okay great. You coming?"

"Me?"

"Sure why not? I'm sure you can get in!"

"Yea that would be awesome!"

Just then the front door swung open and Kristy's mom shouted, her voice echoing throughout the house.

"Where's my baby girl?"

As Kristy's mom badgered her with the "hello's" and "tell me everything's," Kristy started to feel her old self sneaking through. She knew she would have to tell the truth soon.

Kristy's family talked over dinner. Kristy listened as her parents went on about the typical things that went on since she was away. Nothing really exciting, just more of the same old stuff that went on while she was still here. Kristy laughed at how ordinary life home was.

"Well it doesn't sound like I missed much."

Melissa laughed, and except for that, she was silent throughout the entire meal.

"Well tell us about college sweetie. There must be so much going on."

"Nothing really to tell dad, just a lot of studying and pizza!"

Dinner conversation slowed down, and finally Kristy's mother let them off the hook.

"Well you girls better get going. I'm sure you're excited to see your friends. We have the rest of the summer to catch up. You keep a close eye on your sister."

"Mom!"

"Don't worry mom, she'll be fine. We won't be too late."

The night proved to be fun, as Kristy caught up with some of her old friends. She learned that no one kept in touch with her ex-boyfriend Matt. The last anyone heard, he had dropped out of school after like three months, and was working out west somewhere, managing a sporting goods store. Kristy was a little disappointed that she didn't get to see him. There was a part of her that wanted to let him know how good she was doing.

She spent much of the night talking with Kim and Lisa, all the while remembering her sexual thoughts of both of them as they spoke. After a few hours, and a few drinks, she realized she was getting very horny as sexual scenarios between her two oldest friends played out in her mind. She told her friends that she had to get her sister back early and said goodnight. She hoped that she would be able to talk to Kate on-line before she went to bed that night, and relieve some of her sexual tension.

Melissa was unusually quiet on the ride home, and Kristy began to inquire as to what she was thinking about.

"I didn't have to be home this early. Why did you want to leave?"

"I was just tired I guess. Long trip today. Is everything okay with you?"

"Yea, I guess. Why?"

"You just seem quiet, that's all."

"I guess I'm tired too."

They drove a little further, and it occurred to Kristy that her sister was quite a different person than she used to be. She wondered how she would react to her new lifestyle, and decided that she would be the best person to talk to first. Maybe she would get an idea of how her parents and friends would react. 

Kristy turned off the main street leading home, and drove towards the park. There was a secluded lot where no one was around after dark. Matt used to take Kristy there in high school to "make out"

"Where are we going?"

"There's some things I need to tell you, and I didn't want to talk to you at home."

"Is everything okay?" Melissa sounded concerned for her big sister.

"Yes everything is fine. There's just some things I need to get off my chest, and I wanted to tell you first."

"Really?"

"Yea is that okay?"

"Oh… well, yea sure…I guess."

Kristy smiled. She knew that even though her sister was trying to play it cool, she felt special that her big sister would come to her first about something that was obviously important.

Kristy pulled the car into the lot and shut the motor off. There was no one around, and Kristy suddenly felt very nervous.

"So what did you want to tell me?"

"Okay, but you have to promise not to say anything to anyone. I have to tell everyone when the time is right."

"Yea of course."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I won't say a word, just tell me."

"Okay…"

"Well?"

"I'm thinking…"

"Ugh, just say it."

"Well I met someone…"

"OH You're engaged!"

"GOD NO! Just listen."

"Oh. Okay sorry."

"I met someone and…"

"And?"

"Melissa I'm gay."

Melissa said nothing.

"Are you mad?"

"What do you mean? Like, you have sex with girls gay?"

"Yea. Well not with girls…Kate."

"Kate?"

"Uh-huh."

"So that's it? That's what you had to tell me?"

"Yea. Why were you expecting something more?"

"Well no, I don't know."

"You don't hate me now do you?"

"No of course not. I just…well it's a little weird that's all. Well not weird…"

"It's okay, I know what you mean."

There was a long silence. Neither person really knew what to say.

"Okay then, I guess well go home."

Kristy went to start up the car when Melissa stopped her.

"No wait. How did you know? You were a lesbian I mean."

"When I met Kate."

Kristy gave her sister a short, somewhat edited version of what she had experienced. Her sister asked some generic questions, but didn't seem effected by the conversation either way. As they drove home, Kristy felt like a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

When they got home, everyone was asleep. The girls made their way to their rooms.

Kristy logged on using her lap-top computer, hoping to catch Kate, but she wasn't signed on. She dropped her a quick, suggestive e-mail, telling her she was thinking about her, and she couldn't wait to see her again.

Just as she was settling into bed, Melissa slipped through her door. She was wearing a pair of pj's that Kristy recognized as an old pair of hers. 

"What's up?"

"I uh…I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, ask away."

"Well…what's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"Another girl…what's it like?"

Kristy was thrown off by her sister's question, and was unsure on how to answer."

"Well for me it's…I don't know…I can't really describe it."

"Did you always like girls?"

"Yes, I mean, I did, but I guess I never really realized it. Why?"

Melissa didn't answer, but Kristy knew. She sat up quickly and looked at her little sister.

"Melissa? Is there something you want to say?"

"I don't know."

Melissa's eyes started to water, and her voice seemed strained. Kristy knew she was struggling, and she patted the bed, indicating for her sister to sit next to her. Melissa flopped beside her on the bed, and Kristy hugged her tightly.

"It's okay."

Melissa tried hard to hold back her tears.

"Have you ever…?"

Melissa shook her head.

"I just…I think about it all the time. There is a girl at school…"

"Is she…?"

"I don't think so, but I think about her all the time."

Kristy hugged her sister tight, assuring her that everything would be fine. Kristy's heart sank as she thought about her little sister being in as much pain as she was. Kristy knew her own feelings of confliction, and wouldn't wish them on anyone, especially her sister, whom she loved.

Kristy pulled back from her sister to tell her that she would be okay, but before she could speak, Melissa kissed her on the lips. The kiss lingered for several seconds until Kristy pushed her away.

"Melissa…I…"

Melissa pulled away from her sister.

"I'm sorry"

"It's okay. I know what you're going through, but I can't…we can't…I'm your sister. You're just confused."

Melissa's eyes welled with tears, and her face turned red. Kristy hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that! Please don't think…"

"It's okay Melissa. I don't think anything. I love you, and I know what you're feeling. Tomorrow, you and I will spend some time and talk okay?"

She wiped her eyes, and hugged her sister tighter.

"Go get some sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."

Melissa slumped off the bed and left Kristy's room. 

Kristy turned out the light and tucked herself into bed. Her mind was racing, and her heart was heavy with sadness for her sister, but every time she closed her eyes, she felt Melissa's lips on hers. She tried to forget about it, knowing that it was wrong, but the more she thought about it, the more vivd it became. She began to feel excited, as she let her mind wander. What was she thinking? This was her sister! This isn't right! She wished Kate was here. She thought about Kate, conjuring up all of the mental images she could. She began to touch herself, as she imagined Kate lying next to her. She flipped over onto her stomach and placed her pillow between her legs, something Kate had shown her. She rested on her hands, and closed her eyes tightly as she humped her pillow, shivering as her clit rubbed the fabric. She imagined Kate beneath her, as she pumped her hips faster. She could feel her orgasm coming on. Just as she was about to come, she thought about her sister, her lips pressing against hers, her full breasts and soft skin. Kristy came hard, silently shuddering as her orgasm overtook her. As she lay in her old bed, her juices seeping out of her, she felt dirty. She couldn't believe she just masturbated to images of her own sister. She felt she had somehow betrayed Kate, and she began to cry, until she finally fell asleep.

CHAPTER 4

When she woke the next morning, she instantly recalled her actions from the night before. A feeling of guilt washed over her, and she knew she needed to talk to Kate. She picked up the phone, and dialed, praying she would answer. 

"Hello?"

"Kate it's me."

"Hey, I must have just missed your e-mail last night." Her voice lowered. "I miss you already!"

"I miss you too, you have no idea. This is hell!"

"Did you tell anyone yet?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about. you?"

"Not yet. I'm debating if I even should or not. Who did you tell?"

"My sister…"

"And…"

Kristy told Kate what happened, all except what happened after Melissa left the room. Kate took a few seconds to respond.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I don't think there's anything I can do. I know what she's going through, and it kills me. What do you think I should say?"

"Do you think she…wants you?"

"KATE! God no! We're sisters! She's just confused. She's probably got so many things running through her head…"

"But she kissed you. Why would she do that if she wasn't attracted to you?"

"KATE STOP IT! This is serious!"

"I'm being serious! Why is it so hard for you to think that she wouldn't want to be with you?"

"BECAUSE SHE"S MY SISTER KATE! My little sister who I grew up with! She's confused, and she probably didn't know what she was doing. You're making this into something that it's not. She was just looking for someone to confide in. It wasn't that big a deal!"

"Are you sure?"

"Kate!"

"Kristy listen to me. It's not as unusual as you think!"

"What are you talking about? What do you think, my family is a bunch of rednecks sleeping with our cousins and sisters?"

"Of course not! Kristy just listen to me. You're her big sister. She looks up to you, I'm sure. It's only normal. Last night you told her something about yourself that practically no one else knows…"

"Kate please. Don't lay this philosophy stuff on me now…"

"It's not Philosophy Kristy, It's human nature." Kate paused, taking a deep breath.

"Kristy listen. I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone else, and you have to swear you won't hate me for it."

Kristy's body tensed up in anticipation. She didn't want to imagine where this was going.

"Kris?"

"What."

"I love you."

"Kate what do you want to tell me?"

"Tell me you love me first. I need to hear you say it."

"Kate, of course I love you, you know that."

"And you promise that what I'm going to tell you won't make you think any differently?"

"Kate, you know me better than that! I just can't believe that there is something you haven't told me."

"Well this is the only thing, I swear. And when I tell you, you'll know why, but I think it will help."

"Just tell me already."

"I've had fantasies about my sisters. I used to imagine them touching me. I would sometimes masturbate thinking about them, from the time I was young."

There was along pause. Kristy couldn't believe what she was hearing. The words repulsed her, and a cold feeling rushed over her. Kate waited for a reply, shortly fearing that she shouldn't have confided this one truth in her life.

"Kris…?"

"I don't know what to say Kate. I can't believe…Why would you tell me that?"

"Kris, listen to me, it's not what you think. It's not entirely sexual."

Kristy was silent as Kate spoke.

"It's a normal thing…"

"NORMAL?" Kristy thought, "What is normal about this?" But she didn't speak, she let Kate finish.

"They are my older sisters. I look up to them. When I was little, I wanted to be everything they were. I wanted to be important to them, and at some point, those feeling get confused, mixed in with other feelings. When you're little, you have those feelings, but you don't understand them, or even know what they are, but then you realize… I don't know, I can't explain it, but it's not unusual. You don't have an older sister, but what Melissa is probably feeling is normal, and probably not new. She may have just realized it last night. I'm not saying she necessarily wants to have sex with you, but she wants to be close to you."

"So you're telling me my sister thinks about me when she masturbates?"

"Ugh! I didn't say that! You don't get it! That's not just what I'm saying. I can't believe you!"

"Me?"

"Yes you! I thought I could tell you something! Something I never thought I could ever tell anyone, because I love you, and I want to help you, and you're judging me for it!"

"Kate I'm not judging you…"

"Yes you are, I can hear it in your voice. You didn't listen to what I said, You just heard what you wanted to hear."

Kristy knew Kate was right. She was judging her, and she knew it was wrong. She loved Kate no matter what, and nothing she could say would change that, At least Kate was being honest, and that was more than Kristy was doing. She neglected to tell Kate that she thought about her sister last night. Kristy was indeed judging her, and to make matters worse, for the same thing she felt. She felt terrible, how could she be so hypocritical.

"Kate, I'm not judging you I swear. I just, well that's a lot for someone to hear, and it took me by surprise a little, that's all. I would never judge you, and I don't want you to think that you can't tell me everything. I'm sorry for making you doubt me."

"No, I'm sorry. I know it's not something you hear everyday, and I shouldn't expect you…"

"Yes you should! I understand what you're saying, but I don't know if it's what my sister is feeling."

Kristy didn't want to believe that Kate could be right about this, but it seemed to offer a logical explanation. She could understand how it could be possible, and Kate's explanation seemed to validate everything her sister may have been feeling. After all, she knew Kate, she loved Kate, and she knew she would never tell her anything that wasn't true. If she had feelings like this, then it was definitely possible that Melissa was experiencing the same things. 

"I'm not saying that it definitely is, but it sounds like it to me. I'm not the only person to feel those things Kristy, It's very common, and it's probably what your sister is experiencing."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes."

"So what should I do?"

"Talk to her."

"What would I say Kate? What would you say?"

"I don't know."

"I mean is this just a fantasy thing, or is it real?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what you're telling me. You said you've had feelings… sexual feelings for your sisters, but would you actually do anything?"

"I don't know, maybe, but it's not like that…"

"Kate honestly, what would you have done? I mean, I understand what you're saying, and It makes sense. I know it's not just sexual, and she's probably confused, But if it was you, and you had the chance?"

"Why are you asking, are you planning on seducing your sister?"

"Kate!"

"I probably would have. I mean, I definitely would have."

Kate's voice was low and intentional, and it made Kristy hesitate.

"Kate, do you still think about it?"

"Sometimes… You're not mad are you?"

Kristy felt a twang of jealousy pierce her for a split second, at the thought of imagining her with someone else, even if It was her sister, but she also felt something else. The thought excited her. Images of Kate, and someone Kristy imagined to be her sister, flashed through her mind, causing a slight tickle between her legs.

"No of course not. I understand."

This was a whole new territory for Kristy. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that such a thing could be arousing. The thought of two sisters making love was somehow exciting. 

"Now let me ask you something?"

"What?"

"You have to be honest."

"Of course."

"Did you like it?"

"Like what?"

"Like when she kissed you?"

"I don't know it was so…unexpected, I was kind of thrown by it."

"But did you think about it again?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"Yes."

Kristy couldn't believe she admitted that, especially to Kate. Even though Kate had just told her how she has had sexual desires for her own sisters, It still felt as though she was somehow betraying her."

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry about?"




A New Beginning



The slight breeze from the window gently wafts across my body, the whisper of cold sending ripples across my skin, and my nipples tighten. The coolness of the morning air is fresh and pleasant, and I simply lie awake, savoring the solitude and the song of waking birds.

Dan has been away for three days now, and I miss him less with every passing day. I still can’t believe I ever got involved with a man like that. My self-esteem is low enough without his constant nattering. Isn’t that the manly way though, quick with the criticism, but slow with the support. Well no more. Today is the start of a new chapter in my life, and I am so ready. 

The blasting shower, prickling my back with needling sensation is exquisite. I turn toward the showerhead, and lean back slightly to allow the pulsing water to drench my breasts in the spray. My nipples tingle under the onslaught of sensations, and arousal courses through me. I pinch the hardened points, adding to the warming rush of emotion. I am tempted to just let my fingers drift downward, but I belay the thought for now, anxious to get on with this day. 

Showered, dressed and primped to the nines, I’m all set for the appointment. I do a little pirouette in front of the full-length mirror, looking for anything amiss, and finding none. I run my hands down my hips, and wonder how Dan ever thought my ass was fat. I wonder just what it was that he disliked about curves. I love the way this dress hugs the every nuance of my ass, and exemplifies the swell of my full breasts. I giggle, thinking that anyone I get involved with again has surely got to be an ass and boob man. A quick run-through with my fingers in my newly bobbed hair, and I am set. I take a final glance in the mirror, and I like the new look. The sassy pixie looks great, and the ease of maintenance is a refreshing change.

The drive to the real estate office is even a pleasant task. The usual sharing of the road with the morning commuters isn’t the tension filled nightmare of a week ago. God that man drove me, but just thinking about the last words to him brings a smile. Nothing like a screamed ‘get the fuck out’ to really drive home a point. I am almost laughing as I think about it. I feel so great I can hardly stand it.

I wheel into a parking spot just off the front entrance of the agency. The building looks impressive enough, but what I want right now is results, and I expect no less than that. I didn’t know the agent I was going to speak to, but he came highly recommended. Well his add in the paper looked impressive anyway. The only little concern I had was perhaps his age. That’s certainly something a newly unattached babe who’s twenty-nine and holding would be anxious about. I want to keep my options open, even if this does turn out to be strictly a business visit.

As I enter the open and airy office, a matronly receptionist greets me. I sure hope she isn’t his mother, although her friendly manner isn’t hard to take. She offers me a seat as she tells me that Brad would see me straight away. I decline her offer for a drink, although I suppose I should have enquired if it contained rum. A good rum-buzz would have fit my present mood nicely. 

I had just flipped open the first pages of a magazine, when the receptionist came back and said “Brad will see you now,” and she motioned for me to follow. She walked me past several still empty desks, and opened a door to a large office in the back of the agency. That’s when I first laid eyes on Brad, and what a delectable sight he was. 

When he stood and rounded the desk to greet me, I was impressed already. He stood about six five, and for a girl that stands five eleven in flats, that’s a pleasant sight. I can’t stand being next to a man whose face is eye-level with my breasts, as it always makes for an awkward situation. I certainly don’t discourage a man from openly ogling my boobs, but when they carry on a conversation with them, well that’s annoying.

We exchange pleasantries, and a handshake. I love his large hands fully wrapping my own. I watch his eyes closely, and they only leave mine for a brief second, of course sneaking what he thinks is an unnoticed glance at my breasts. I like that.

After I’m seated, we begin a little discussion about the weather, interest rates, and of course the housing market. I know all this but I listen intently, well at least it gives me the opportunity to check him out properly. 

My eyes drink in his handsome features, packaged so well in the crisp and beautifully fitted suit. The lack of any jewelry on his hands, particularly a wedding ring, also piques my interest. It’s somewhere between the current home sales statistics and the economic state of the nation, that I drift away, thinking only of his long fingers. I watch his hands fiddling with a pencil as he delivers his spiel. All I can think about is what those fingers could do to me, and of course the old theory about the length of a man’s fingers relating directly to the length of a certain part of his anatomy. I feel the familiar tingle of desire in my nipples as they tighten and stress the thin fabric of my bra. He notices too.

I haven’t heard ten words of his pitch when he asks me, “Well, what do you think”

“Sounds interesting,” I reply, my mind suddenly jarred back to reality and I frantically search the archives for a snappy reply, “perhaps you should see the place and you could give me a better idea of what to expect?”

“That sounds perfect,” he replies, smiling warmly. 

I’m relieved I actually came up with something that sounded reasonable, but I’m still a little unsure of just what I have agreed to.

“The only appointment time I have open for the rest of the week is just before noon tomorrow, would that be alright?” he asks.

“I’m off tomorrow, so that would work out for me too,” 

“Great, I’ll be over about eleven then,” he replies, still smiling. I like the fact he still has all his teeth, and well polished too.

“See you then,” I reply, noting him rising to escort me to the door. It’s polite of him, but I hope his move is also to check out my ass while my back is turned. After all, I am still thinking about those fingers of his.

The drive home is a series of heady thoughts about Brad. Just days without a man in my life and I am already poised for the hunt. Damn it feels good.

I have great plans for getting a real head start on some last minute cleaning, but those plans vanish as I open the door to the ringing phone. It’s Mary, and she’s concerned about me. She tells me there’s only one way to be cheered up after a breakup, and that’s a serious shopping expedition. She hasn’t suffered a similar situation, but in her case she simply considers a good shop as preventative maintenance. Who can argue with that? I agree to meet her, and besides, a nice new and well fitting outfit would be perfect for tomorrow. 

I don’t know where the day went, but it’s after eight when I get home. I’m exhausted, and the odor of heated plastic emanating from my purse tells me the shopping was hectic and frenzied. I love it. Well I certainly wasn’t in the mood for any cleaning duties; those could wait until tomorrow morning. Right now it was time for a good soak, a nightcap and off to bed, curled up with a nice romantic novel of course.

I’m up and at it first thing in the morning, and finally finish with the cleaning. A good soaking is in order before I have to get dressed for Brad. As the large garden tub fills, I whip off the sweats and have my usual gander at my naked body in the mirror. I’m pleased I don’t have a single blemish on my ass, or anywhere else for that matter. A cursory look for any stray nipple hairs is always in order, and the twins are good to go. I give the thirty eights a little wiggle, and I like how the headlights bob straight ahead, and simply scream to be noticed. I smile.

I gingerly climb into the tub, now filled to capacity and steaming hot. A couple of gasps later, I’m neck deep in the soothing heat. I lay my head back in the little depression at the end of it, and savor the surrounding warmth, the bubbles of the bath oils just touching my chin. This is heaven.

I close my eyes, thinking about the dark haired stranger who so completely ravished me last night. Well at least in my dream. I make a mental note to pick up another novel by Christina Reeves. That book was absolutely the hottest read just before drifting off to sleep. My left hand finds my right nipple, the most sensitive one, and I tweak at the hardening flesh. 

Two tweaks later, I feel the stirring of sensation in my groin, and my right hand slips between my thighs. I run my hand over my shaven mound, the smooth slickness intensified by the bath oil. I toy with the little tuft of hair at the very top, carefully trimmed to direct anyone’s attention downward. I don’t think men exactly need a roadmap, but I don’t like taking chances. I run a finger along the outer lips, testing for any sign of bristle. Sure, Brad has a little brush guard growing on his upper lip, but a whisker burn is not what I want to give him. My finger slips a little deeper into the slick depths as I think of Brad. Could he possibly know I have seduction on my mind?

A three-finger grip on my nipple and a pussy full of fingers has me on a full charge toward a very intense orgasm. I am right on the edge when the moment is shattered by the loud and incessant ‘Riiinnnggg, Riinnnggg, Riiinnnggg’ of the phone.

“Shit, shit, shit…this better be good,” I curse as the damn thing continues to ring. My legs are like jelly as I crawl out of the tub, wrapping a large towel around me. I drip my way to the nightstand and snatch up the phone.

I feel a lot better when I hear Brad’s voice.

“Hi Anne” he says, almost apologetic, “Hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time”

“No, actually you just gave me a break from housework” I lie, as I fall onto my back on the bed, the towel tossed and fingers again at my crotch, “what’s up?”

“Well I’m running a little late, and I probably won’t be able to make it over there until about eleven thirty…is that still alright?”

“No problem at all,” I reply, almost gasping as my fingers massage my hardening clit between them, “In fact, how about I invite you for lunch”. I damn well knew what I’d love to feed him.

“Hey that sounds great!” he said enthusiastically. “Thanks ”

“I’ll see you around eleven thirty then”

“See you then” Brad replies, “Bye for now”

The phone isn’t quite hung up yet when the first waves of orgasm tear through me. I pray he didn’t hear the scream.

I am still giddy as I slowly weave my way back to the tub.

After a settling soak, I am busy wondering just what I can possibly feed the man, other than the planned beaver. That was reserved for the second course, if all went as I hoped it would. Sadly, the only place I can cook is the room farthest from the kitchen, so I flip through the frozen entrée’s in the freezer, hoping to find a matching pair. Thankfully a couple pasta meals surface, and they are almost identical. Relieved, I head back to the bedroom to dress.

Two hours and eight changes later, I’m ready, preened to perfection and dressed in the new clothes I bought yesterday. I decide to go with the simple white blouse and the short black skirt. It has the professional appeal that I thought Brad would enjoy, of course being braless and panty less would only add to the appeal should he care to investigate. With a final twirl in front of the mirror, and I’m off to do battle with the pasta, debating whether to use the oven or just nuke the stuff. I decide on the microwave as I enter the kitchen.

At precisely eleven thirty, I hear the doorbell. I try not to run to the door.

“Hi Brad, really good to see you again. Hope you brought a hearty appetite” and I didn’t mean it to be for the pasta.

“Hey good to see you too, and thanks for the invite to lunch” he responds. “Us single guys don’t often get good home cooking”

I hope the Swanson’s lives up to his expectations.

“Well come on in, lunch is all ready, so lets indulge”

The pasta came out remarkable well, and we actually enjoy a rather decent meal. I make a mental note to mix slightly different pasta’s from now on. Nothing like learning a new trick or two when it comes to cooking. Lunch with Brad turns out to be a delightful time. He’s immaculately dressed, well mannered and very polite. He’s quick with the compliments, and even has a vocabulary consisting of more than a series of grunts and gestures. He’s a wonderful contrast to the usual jackass sitting across the table from me, and I find myself enjoying his presence more by the minute.

When the last of the pasta is consumed, I rise to get the desert from the refrigerator. I think about doing a serious lean, perhaps letting him know I am indeed bare-assed beneath the skirt, but decided against it. That might be just a tad too overt. 

I managed to scrounge up a can of fruit cocktail from the pantry, although I couldn’t exactly recall when I had bought it. It still looked good when I opened the can earlier. I almost feel guilty while waiting for Brad to test the first spoonful. I dive into my portion after his third mouthful.

With the last of the desert gone, Brad is quick to compliment me on the wonderful lunch. Now if there’s one thing that I can really appreciate in a man, it’s his ability to pay a compliment on a frozen entrée, and not whine about it being the consistency of cardboard. He was a charmer all right, and the whole situation was turning out even better than I had envisioned.

“Let me just put the dishes away, and I’ll give you the grand tour”

“Want some help,” he replies quickly, rising from his chair.

“Heavens no,” I reply, “it’ll just take a moment”

I can feel his gaze roaming my nipples as I take the plates from in front of him. The sensation has the desired effect, and I feel the hardening points press to the silky blouse. They are eraser hard as I deposit the dishes in the sink. I catch him staring as I turn toward him, and I feel the first beginnings of moistness dampen my pussy. I look at his long fingers spread across the table.

“Come,” I say softly, “I’ll give you a little tour”

“Great”

“How about we start with the patio,” I say, knowing the bright sunlight was sure to increase the opaqueness of my blouse and allow him to observe the every bump and wrinkle of my erect nipples.

He follows me out the patio doors, and I toss in a little exaggerated wiggle, just for good measure.

“This is really nice,” he remarks. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that he can see right through my blouse or he has a thing for a very Spartan patio. I don’t care; either reason would be cause for celebration. 

He’s still remarking about the patio’s potential as we go back into the condo to tour the bedrooms. I am brimming with enthusiasm for the possibilities, and I feel the ache of intense desire in my breasts. The twins are demanding attention.

The glance into the spare bedroom is thankfully brief, and I’m so happy he decides against opening the closet. I knew the doors were practically ready to explode with all the junk and clothing I had packed so tightly behind them. The total lack of any furnishings gave the room a very airy appeal, well at least that’s what Brad said, and who was I to argue. The short walk to the master bedroom seems like an eternity in slow motion. It’s now or never. I am certainly ready, but would he be? An acorn of doubt begins to manifest itself into a giant oak as I reached for the doorknob. 

As I hold the door, Brad moves past me, and I feel his brushing touch across my nipples, jutting hard against my blouse. The sensation sends a pang of desire shooting through me. 

As I turn to follow, he suddenly turns, and we collide. I am momentarily off balance, and I feel his arms wrap me. I couldn’t have planned it better.

“Good heavens!” Brad exclaims, “Excuse my clumsiness”

“No problem,” I say, noting his lack of desire to remove his arms from my waist, “I’m just glad you caught me”

Without even thinking about it, my hands reach behind me and cover his, and I press tighter to him. A gentle push, and I maneuver his hands downward, and I feel the warmth of his hands spanning my ass. It’s a good feeling.

We are looking into each other’s eyes, and my arms move around his torso, pulling me closer. The sudden warmth of his lips on mine is exquisite. I feel his ardor growing with the intensity of the kisses, and I press to the growing bulge in his slacks. Can a seductress be seduced?

I’m becoming more aroused by the second, and my one lone inhibition falls away as easily as his suit jacket. We look wordlessly into each other’s eyes as my fingers pull his tie from the collar, and begin unbuttoning his shirt. I get weak-kneed as his hands hike my skirt, and I feel the warm touch of his long fingers cupping my bare ass. The hard bulge of his groin, pressed so tight to me, adds to my aroused senses.

His hands leave my ass as I peel his shirt from him, my fingers running through the mat of chest hair as I finish. I revel in the rugged features of his upper torso.

I lean slightly away from him, allowing his fingers to manipulate the buttons of my blouse. The touch of his hands between my cleavage is electrifying, and my nipples ache with desire. He doesn’t rush, and that pleases me. 

As my blouse drifts away from my body, he’s cupping my breasts in his large hands, and I moan slightly as his fingers dance across the hardened points. My own fingers busy with his belt and zipper.

He undoes the small belt of my skirt, and with a gentle tug the waist clears the swell of my hips, and it falls to my feet. I am naked, aroused and alive before him, and his eyes rove my form. I slowly move closer, kissing down his chest as I kneel before him, pulling off his slacks as I move. I am eye level with the pronounced bulge in his jockey’s, and my hands move to the waist, slowly peeling them over his cock. I almost gasp as his stiffening cock clears the elastic band, bobbing shamelessly. If his dimensions are any indication, I’m going to pay a lot closer attention to the length of a man’s fingers. He’s well endowed indeed. A little more of a tug, and off come the underwear, and my hands move to his cock. I don’t have to lean to kiss the flared knob.

His hands are in my hair as the growing phallus reaches full height. This is where I stop. This cock would be savored. I rise, kissing him softly, and pull him toward the bed. I was particularly needy right now, and I wasn’t about to be denied.

His lips and hands are everywhere as he falls to the bed with me. It’s like he somehow knows that ravishing my right nipple will get him everywhere, and he makes the most of it. I’m on fire as he mouths and bites the sensitive flesh. I’m too hot for a slow savor, and our movements become more frenzied.

My legs spread at the touch of fingers to my dampened pussy. I am so ready as his kisses drift downward, his tongue stopping to swirl my navel, then moving downward. The moment his lips caress my pussy lips is exquisite, and I spread further. 

My moistened fingers grip my nipples, firmly pulling as his kisses intensify. His tongue begins a delicious lashing exploration, the tip finding the ever-changing point of pleasure so expertly. He has me on a roller coaster of sensation, up and down with every stroke of his tongue. I squirm beneath his touch.

I moan loudly as his fingers bury deep into my slick wetness, and his tongue lashes at my clit. He has me at the precipice of desire, and one step away from the free-floating ecstasy of orgasm. I leap.

Ferocious contractions grip my entire being as he mouths my exposed and swollen clit. I vibrate from head to toe in the electrifying sensation, as wave upon wave of rippling pleasures course through me. I am lost, wanton and weak when it ends. I quiver as the last ripples ebb, and Brad moves beside me, kissing my nape. I wonder if I’m still in control as I wallow in the pleasure. I no longer care.




A New Beginning



The soft kisses and gentle caresses from him are a noted contrast to the usual selfish moves of former lovers. It’s a newfound and unexpected pleasure that I simply enjoy. No bad-boy has ever touched me like this.

I’m still reassessing my lifestyle choices, when the urgency of his kisses increases. Now I find I’m the one who wants to satisfy. My hand moves to the throbbing cock, my fingers wet his flared knob with the slick pre-cum dripping profusely from it. I love a cock crying for attention.

My lips move through the hairy chest, roving downward on the chiseled torso. His cock is level with his navel, and I taste him as my mouth moves over the swollen knob. The intense rigidity warns not to linger, and I lower to caress the large balls. I give each the individual attention that obviously pleases, his rising hips signal his pleasure. I revel in the manly odors of him.

I want him badly as I again move up his torso. I savor the clear skin, devoid of the omnipresent tattoos and scars of my usual paramours. I bite and pull at his nipples, small and hard in the mat of hair. His hands are again in my hair as he presses me tight to him.

The kisses are loaded with desire from both, and he rises slightly, rolling me onto my belly. His lips are at my spine, kissing down the length of ridges. It feels sweet. I am flying as his caressing lips move through the dimples of my lower back, and I moan as his lips plant kisses across my ass. I feel him urging me, and I move to kneel before him, splayed, exposed, and wanting.

I swoon in pleasure as his hands spread me further, and his tongue delves the valley between my cheeks. I relish the sensation of his tongue there, swirling the puckered skin. I am so ready as he moves lower, dipping to my sodden pussy. A jolt of pleasure tears through me as his tongue touches the swollen clit. I push back against him.

I feel him shift on the bed, and I close my eyes, anticipating what I know is coming. I am swimming in desire as I feel his velvety flesh press to my wetness; the pressure against my tightness is divine. I am in ecstasy as his cock slowly enters me, driving ever deeper with every short stroke. Despite my wetness it’s a very snug fit, and I am rapt in the new sensation.

He continues the slow strokes, the depth increasing with each. I’m off and running as he begins the long, intensifying strokes of heated desire. 

I love a verbal partner, and Brad is quick to oblige. His moans and expressions intensify my satisfaction at being impaled by his cock. I too moan loudly and often. It's wonderful.

I match his cadence as his hands move to my hips, pulling me to him with increasing want. My entire being is consumed with desire for what I know is near, and I push hard against him. He is fiercely hard as our bodies slap together. I reach between my legs to press and gently squeeze his swelling balls. I squeeze harder as they swell and pulsate in my palm. He cries out as I feel the hot deluge pour into me. My own orgasmic tumult quickly follows, and my pussy cramps to his trembling cock. I feel his entire length twitch and move with every blast. I am drenched as the intense hardness in me wanes. He continues with slow, full-length strokes as the last drops flow from him. I feel the wetness creeping down my inner thighs.

I fall prone and spent to the bed, as the last dying wave of orgasm ripples through my belly. I can barely breath, and so awash in emotion I’m near tears. This is the best ever.

Brad cradles me tenderly in his arms, soothing and caressing in the afterglow. I press tight to the warmth of him, satisfied beyond all hopes. 

My mind drifts to thoughts of new beginnings, as I rest my head on the rise and fall of his chest. I am filled with doubt, even more so as he whispers.

“Are you really going to move away once you sell this place?”

Could he be the one? Could he be forever satisfied with great sex and frozen entrees? 

Perhaps I might just linger on and explore the possibility. For the moment I simply snuggle tighter to him. An answer could wait.



A New Beginning



This is how it all began...

I have been married for nearly 7 years. About 6 months ago, my wife and I had a very big fight. Names were called, accusations made and threats leveled. In the end, she moved out, back home to where her parents lived. We had agreed in the past that our intentions were to relocate there, however, we just had not been able to financially afford the move. This devastated me. I didn't know what I would do or if the marriage was worth trying to save. Over time, anger subsided and conversations between us began to show promise of a future together. I began to travel and visit her and the children and we became more amicable towards each other. Except in one way...Our sex life had come to a screeching halt.

I am a very sexual person. I enjoy the feelings of flesh on flesh, the heat of passion, the smell of wanton sex, the sight and sound of carnal pleasure. I was missing this terribly. Through our talks, I realized it would be awhile before our love life would ever resume. Enter " the other woman". 

Jennifer and I had dated in high school and briefly after college. I guess you would call it dating , it was more like we were friends with "benefits". We would party together or whatever, but we would always end up together in bed. Now let me tell you, she was definitely not your ordinary "partner". She was rather uninhibited about sex. She did things to me I still have a hard time getting out of my mind. But I digress.

Over the past couple of months, I had been talking with Jennifer. She was aware of the situation I was in with my Wife. She was very sympathetic to me about what was going on. Like a good friend , she had been there to listen and offer advice. She had also been flirtatious with me a couple of times, bringing up different "escapades" in conversation. This part really helped boost my ego. I knew in my heart, she and I didn't have a chance for anything to happen, but the thoughts of things possibly taking place kept my fantasies going when I had to "relieve" the pressures. 

A couple of days ago, my wife and I had a heated discussion about different things, Money, our relationship, SEX. I had been feeling depressed due to the lack of any commitment on her part or advancement on our part. I was also Horny as Hell. I needed to pick up a couple of things in her store, so I decided to pay Jennifer a visit.

I stopped in at her store near closing time. I didn't plan it that way, it just happened. Unfortunately, she had several customers ahead of me to wait on. Normally, I would have left and come back at a later time, but I needed some of the stuff she had ordered in for me. I sat on a stool beside the counter and waited my turn. When time came for Jennifer to wait on me it was past her closing time. She told me to wait a minute and proceeded to lock the door and flip the sign over to closed. I didn't think anything about it at the time, I knew she had to go home soon anyway. 

Upon returning to the counter, she began with the typical friendly conversation, asked what I was up to, how things were going, etc. I returned the small talk and steered the conversation to the reason I was there. " I really need to get those cases and the battery pack for the phones."

She proceeded to go into her little office and rummage around for a minute before returning with my stuff. She placed the items on the counter and teasingly asked, " Is this all you need today?".

Jokingly and with a wink, I replied that what I really needed was some relief. Jennifer just giggled and turned around. I immediately leaned over the counter some to try and take a look at her gorgeous rear. She had the kind that you want to lay beside and eat off of. She turned around abruptly and caught me in mid-stare. " Caught you looking," was her response to my obvious stare. Needless to say, I laughed lightly and tried to make some remark to blow it off. 

As Jennifer rang up the sale, we continued with the light banter. I noticed her shrugging her shoulders and asked if there she was having a problem. She told me that she had slept wrong the night before and had stiffness in her neck and shoulders. I innocently offered to rub them for her and she accepted. I got up from my seat and moved around behind her. She was standing behind her register/computer and there wasn't much room for the two of us, but I squeezed in as best I could. 

I pulled her long golden hair out of the way and began by placing my hands around the upper portion of her neck and slowly working my fingers down with moderate pressure. I didn't want to choke her, so I started working my way down towards her shoulders. The tension in her muscles was easy to feel. It was as if they were made of stone. I tried to move around to allow myself better leverage, accidentally grazing her behind with the front of my crotch. She let out a low moan.

I wasn't sure if the moan was from the massage or my rubbing her rear, so I told her that there was not enough room to give a good massage and stepped out from behind her. "You are not getting away that easy. What you start you have to finish." I just looked at her and let a sly grin appear. 

Jennifer finished her work at the register and said to follow her. She took me into her small office. The room was dark and small. There were piles of stuff everywhere, all over the floor, on the table, on top of the desk and even in her chair. She went straight to her chair and sat down. Turning the chair to face away from me, she pulled her hair out of the way and said, "Now, is this enough room for you?"

"We will see," I replied as I stepped up behind her. I returned my hands to her neck and began again with the massage. Slowly I worked my way out over the Trapezius muscles and finally ended at the outsides of her shoulders. 

I sighed lightly, stepped back a step and told I was done. She leaned back in her chair, with her head draped over backwards and asked me If that was really all I could do. 

"Well no," I replied, "but I don't want to create any problems for myself."

"Don't worry about that. Remember, I have had you inside me before so don't feel ashamed if you get excited.". How could I say no.

I stepped back up to her and began again on the top of her shoulders. This time instead of the deep pressure style, I tried a more flat palmed pressure approach. Easing back and forth, then slowly wrapping my fingers down, I started moving up and down. My fingertips coming into contact with her bare skin of her chest, exposed by her shirt. As I was massaging, her moans became deeper and more guttural.

In a move that surprised me, Jennifer reached up and started unbuttoning her shirt. I took this as a good sign and began to move lower on her chest with my hands, continuing now in a slow circular motion.

Each time around I would allow my hands to inch ever lower, until I finally began to make contact with the fabric of her bra. Not receiving any resistance from her, I went farther and farther down as my fingers began entering under her lacy fabric. With each successive drop, she became more verbal. 

Catching me by surprise, she raised up and said " Stop Right There."

I asked if I had done something wrong

"No, not yet" she replied as she reached in , unhooked her bra, unbuttoned her shirt and removed it.

Settling back into the chair, she reached up and took my hands. She directed them directly onto her breasts and with a smile, looked up and said "Now that is better."

With her looking up at me in that way and my hands covering her breasts, I couldn't hold back anymore.

I leaned down as I began caressing her breasts again and placed my lips to hers. The passion for me was returned as she immediately thrust her tongue into my mouth. Our lips did their dance of passion as she reached above my head and pulled me closer. 

Drawing away to get my breath, I removed my hands from her breast and slowly spun her chair around so we could face each other. Kneeling between her legs, she leaned forward and resumed our kiss. Our hands roaming over each other, trying to make as much contact as possible.

Our passions were growing. She asked me to stand up, then did the same herself. Without hesitation, Jennifer reached out and began pulling my shirt up. As I pulled my shirt over my head, she placed her hands on the sides of my chest and leaned in close.

The sensation of her hot breath against my chest was incredible, but it was nothing compared to the jolt of electricity that went through my body as she darted her tongue out and made contact with my nipple. On seeing my reaction, she moved to the other side and did the same thing. 

I pushed her back a little and looked her directly in the eyes. "Do you realize the consequences we face if we let this go any farther?"

" I know what I stand to lose, but I remember the incredible sex we use to have. I want to relive it once, if for no other reason than for the fun of it," came her reply.

I was incredulous. Here we were two people, married to someone else, about to have sex, and I was not thinking one whit about my wife. In fact my brain wasn't really thinking of anything but getting her clothes off.

Our kissing began again as she placed her hands on my head and pulled my lips to hers. Our tongues began their dance again as I pulled my hands from her sides and slowly reached up to cup her breasts. I began to slowly squeeze and fondle her as she removed her hands. I realized why when I felt a tug at my pants. 

She fumbled for a second because I was wearing button fly jeans, but as soon as she figured it out, she gave no hesitation in opening my fly. I began squeezing her nipples between my fingers and she let out a gasp. 

"MMMMM that feels good," she responded to the work of my fingers. 

"But this feels better'" she finished as she reached in and grabbed my now hard cock.

" I agree," I said , momentarily breaking our kiss. 

She tried to stroke me slowly , but there was not enough room for both me and her hand. To better the feeling, I removed my hands from her breasts, and began working my pants down over my hips. 

When finally free, she wrapped both hands around my shaft and began stroking in earnest. Now don't get me wrong, I am not hung like some porn star, but Jennifer has these petite little hands that make anything she grabs look big. 

I moved my hands to her pants and began undoing unfastening them. Fortunately for us, they came open in a flash. The increased urgency showed as we began kicking our pants off. 

Standing there in her office I drew back and took a long look at her up and down. "Just as nice as I remembered except for one difference," I said to her. 

"I like this better than before," I breathed into her ear as I placed my hand on her clean shaven crotch. 

Our kisses began again as I stroked the smooth skin of her outer labia. I could feel the swelling of her lips as her passion grew. The warm moisture from inside could be felt as I stroked my finger over the slit of her lips. This sent a shudder coursing through her.

"I remember something I never got around to when we used to go out." I said softly. " What's that/" she asked

"I'll show you," I replied. "Get up here," I said as I turned her and helped her up onto the edge of the desk.

"Could this mean what I think?" she questioned. 

"Oh yes it does" was my reply as I slowly began tracing kisses down her neck. 

I reached her chest and paid particular attention to her nipples, which were by now very erect and wonderful to suck on. Each time my tongue circled her areola, her chest would rise as she tried to push more of herself into my mouth. I switched to the other side and proceeded to do the same there. Again being met with the rising of her chest, this time with a hand behind my head pulling me into her flesh even harder. I knew she was enjoying this, but I had other things on my mind. 

I began to trace little licks down her stomach. I began to notice the undeniable scent of her sex below. She anticipated my moves as now she had pulled her legs as far apart as she could and moved forward. This allowed an unobstructed view and easy access to her.

Upon reaching her lips, I slowly traced a line down one outer lip then the other. " That feels wonderful," she moaned. Not wanting to disappoint, I continued with slow flat licks of her lips, running from top to bottom and then back up. 

This was the first time I had ever gone down on her. When we dated before, I had no experience and was afraid I would be bad at it. However, after watching a few porn movies and talking with a girl I knew that was a lesbian, I felt confident in my technique.

Next, I placed two fingers onto her very swollen lips and began easing them apart. To my excitement, her clit began to show itself proudly before me. Immediately I reached out with my tongue and flicked it lightly.

"Oh my, yes," she barked. " Do it more and don't stop till I tell you to"

Happy to do so, I continued my attack. I would lightly flick her clitoris once or twice before placing my lips around it and sucking in. Each time with a hearty reply from Jennifer. Next, I let my tongue trace down until it was above the soaked opening of her passion. Reaching out until it hurt, I started pushing in, past her inner lips, until I felt her walls surround my tongue. 

I eased a finger over and began rolling her love button around. It felt as if each successive touch of my finger sent a wave of contractions through her insides, each one squeezing my tongue buried deep inside. 

"FASTER WITH YOUR TONGUE," she said loudly as she reached down and pulled my head up a little.

Who was I to argue. So off I went, flicking my tongue up and down as fast as I could. " THAT"S IT...OH YEAH...YOUR GONNA MAKE ME CUM..."she wailed. 

I was looking forward to this. I had always wanted to give her an orgasm like no one else, so I slowed my tongue and inserted my finger inside. 

"What are you doing," she asked. " I was so close."

" Just relax and enjoy," I replied before returning my mouth to the job at hand. 

I began to reach farther inside until I could reach her g-spot. I drew my finger back across it and nearly got a bloody nose from the reaction. Jennifer had bucked her hips forward involuntarily and popped my nose with her pubic bone. I inserted my middle finger along with the first. "That's even better," she purred as she slowly ground her hips back and forth. 

Unfortunately, I could not quite reach her g-spot with both fingers inside her so I pulled the middle one back out. 

"Why did you do that," she asked. 

"Because I can't do this," I replied as I again drew my finger across her g-spot.

"OH YEAH...THAT'S OK THEN"

I eased my soaked middle finger down a little and began pressing it between her cheeks. I had eyes on her other prize too, but I didn't plan on telling her about that yet. I continued to slowly flick my tongue across her clit, draw my finger across her spot and press my other finger farther down until it came into contact with her little rosebud of an anus. 

"Whoa, You're going to far there" she said.

"Just relax, I know what I am doing"

I continued to lick and flick her as I put steady pressure on her anal opening. I did not intend to enter her, but I did want to give her the best orgasm I could. 

" Ooooh, Don't stop now...JEEZ, you have got me so turned on..." she panted out while I worked away at pleasing her. 

I could tell she was getting close again as she was driving her hips into my hand harder and her breathing was getting heavier.

" OH I AM SO CLOSE..." 

I started pressing harder at her anus.

"YOU ARE MAKING ME SO WET..."

I closed my teeth lightly on her clit

"I AM GONNA CUM..."

I pressed harder and drew my finger across her g-spot.

" HOLY SHIT... I'M CUMMING..." she yelled out as her body became rigid. She began grinding her hips into my face while pushing my head into her sex.

I stopped my actions and just left my fingers in contact where they were as she came down from her orgasm. I knew that once she had calmed down I could remove myself from her, but at the same time I had to tease her a little. Lightly I moved my fingers and tongue just once to see what she would do. And was answered by her literally jumping back and removing her self from me. 

"That was the most intense orgasm I have ever felt. How did you learn to do that?"

And with a sheepish grin, "I'll have to tell you about that later," was my reply.

"Well I guess I need to try and return the favor..." But that is another story entirely...



A New Beginning



The sounds from the apartment above hers were the same she'd heard over and over again. When Sarah had arrived, she'd vowed to do everything to NOT reveal what she really was- though that was sort of a given, now that she'd had time to see human culture for what it really was. That being said, she could still pass as a human, albeit an unusually abnormal one.

"No, please, don-" SLAP!

"Shut up, you're my daughter! You do what I say, when I say it, and that's final!" 

She'd resolved to not interfere with others' lives, after a few disastrous attempts at intervention. She still had the lightning-shaped scar on the left side of her throat from the knife the man had pulled on her. She'd been weaker, then, and had used her 'tazer' on him, and then lost it- at least, that's what she'd told the police. The story the mugger had told the police was much more farfetched, and had made a minor note in the tabloids, but that was it.

"Leave our daughter alone, Marcus!"

"You stay out of this- she's your daughter, you refuse to control her!"

"She came back thirty seconds past her curfew, because the bus was late!"

"Oh, so now you're taking her side!" 

She flipped onto her other side, pressing pillows to her ears to try and drown out the sounds passing through the poorly insulated ceiling of her apartment. For the two months she'd lived here, the family above her had slowly gone from slightly bad to... well, what it was now. She gritted her teeth and mentally cursed her exceptionally acute hearing. Deciding that passively blocking out the sounds from above wasn't working, she got up, and dressed in her workout clothes, and began to practice kickboxing on her punching bag. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"Deborah, get me a beer."

"Marcus, you're drunk."

"SO? I said, GET ME A FUCKING BEER!!"

KA-WHAM!! KA-WHAM!!

Not enough. She could still here them. Frustrated, she picked up the punching bag, stand and all, and hurled it at the ceiling, where it impacted loud enough to wake the dead, crashed to the floor, and left sizable dents in both places.

"Hey up there! Keep your goddamned dispute down, you're not the only people in the frik'n building!" Her voice was rough and coarse; the scar on her throat had originally dug deep enough to damage her vocal cords.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch!" The man's voice echoed through the floor as he stomped twice and then went back to berating his family. That was the final straw. She concentrated and then stepped out of her apartment, clad in a navy blue sport bra and black Lycra shorts. Locking the door behind her, she walked sedately towards the stairwell. Halfway up the stairs to the eighth floor, the lights went out as the city went into a blackout when the power plants shut down. 

Shouts and cries and curses echoed from all over the building. The drunken husband hadn't seemed to notice, and in the cover of darkness, she picked the lock on his apartment, silently opened the door, closed and locked it behind her, and walked into the living room, able to see easily through her optical cybronic implants. The power out ended as the power plants started up again at a silent mental command, and the husband yelled in drunken shock as the lights came on and a stranger was in is living room.

"I've tried to be patient. I've tried to ignore you. I've tried to simply hope you move out. But every day YOU" she pointed at Marcus "get more drunk, and more hateful, abusive, and you get LOUDER. That's the ONLY friggin' reason I'm here, right now, is because I'm tried of trying to get some sleep while you are still up at 1AM abusing your wife and child. Are you gonna shut up, or do I do that for you?"

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch!" Marcus had been a steel mill worker before he'd been laid off, and had owned an impressively muscular body. Since then, he'd degraded and had grown a beer gut, but could still throw a mean punch.

She, on the other hand was built like a bouncer's wet dream- muscular, lithe, and powerful. Standing at seven feet three inches, she cut an imposing figure- chalk white skin from head to toe, silver-white hair down to her shoulder blades, and eyes like lightning. And there was a major storm brewing in those eyes.

On the heels of Marcus' comment, the burly man was laboriously getting to his feet. She was already in motion, her fist moving at high velocity. 

Her first punch was intended to warn the guy that he was outclassed, and landed in his ample stomach. With a loud grunt, Marcus fell back into his chair, blinking drunkenly.

"Stupid bitch, I'll have you arrested!" He tried to get back up. She let him, her blood was boiling with rage now, and she figured letting him get a punch in might shut him up. The drunk was on his feet, standing among a pile of beer cans, swaying slightly. He swung once, missed, but the second blow landed on her right cheek. 

She let fly with a flurry of blows on his stomach, chest and two on his face. "Touch me again and you'll regret it."

Marcus snarled and leapt at her, missing by a good margin and crashing to the floor. She landed one blow on the back of is head and he passed out. She nodded to the woman standing in the doorway, who was looking nervously at the man lying prone on the living room floor.

"I'm sorry to have to bothered you, miss, but that bastard seems to think he's king of the world. I hope you'll forgive me for taking him down a few notches."

The trembling woman nodded slowly.

"I'll just let myself out, then." She walked to the door and then did let herself out. She walked back downstairs, into her apartment, and fell asleep.

The next day found her relaxing until her afternoon job. She worked as repair staff at the local community college. 

She arrived with her usual promptness, and grabbed her tool belt and a list of things that needed doing, some of them were routine, and others were not. One of the desks in classroom 3B was rickety, and rather than shell out for a new one, he simply had maintenance fix it. Today she had bathroom duty as well, restocking the restrooms with the appropriate materials, and then she'd have to do the classrooms.

It was in the third floor restroom of the classroom building that she found the girl.

The third floor classrooms were rarely used, and as such, the restrooms even less. So she was both surprised and unsurprised to find someone hiding in the stall, trying to muffle her crying.

She poked her head into the stall. "Hey, you okay, kid?"

The girl looked 20-ish, and her face was blotchy and stained with tears. She hunkered down and reached out. "You okay?"

The girl sniffled. "What do you want?"

"I'm the maintenance crew, kid, I came in here to restock the TP and such, and as a result, I found you. Why are you sitting in here, crying?"

"M-my dad's total bastard- last night he lost it and started hitting mom when she tried to stop him hitting me- because I came back a few measly seconds after the clock chimed 1."

Her blood ran cold, her mind reviewing the previous night's events.

"You want to talk about it?"

"N-not really."

"Fair enough. What's your name?"

"Dana. Yours?"

"Me? I'm Sarah." Sarah smiled kindly; pulling a tissue from the roll she kept in her pocket for cleaning up minor spills. "Here ya go, dry your tears kiddo. Though I'm probably the same age as you, so I guess I don't have the right to call you that." 

"How old are you, Sarah?"

"Me? 22."

"How come you're not in college?"

"It never came up- once I got outta high school, I had to do other stuff, and never really got around to going- plus it's so damned expensive. Even community college."

"So you're a janitor at the college?"

"Nah, that's part time- My full time job is... erm.. I'm a bouncer."

"Like, one of those guys that keeps people from misbehaving at a club?"

"Yeah."

"But... why not just work that job full time? Why take a second job?"

"Because it's nice to hang out with other people my age, and working here lets me do that, sorta."

She sat in silence with Dana for a few minutes.

"You gonna be okay?"

"I think so."

"You think so?"

"Well, I'm scared to go home, cause of my dad."

"If you got home early, would that help prevent anything from happening?"

"I think..."

"You think?"

"He'd probably get mad at me for catching a ride with someone else."

"Ah. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't. Well, look, I'll give you a ride, and if he tries anything, I'll keep him from hitting you. If he persists, I'll call child services."

"He'll just get angrier."

"He'll have nothing to get angry at. If he hits you, they take you and toss him in jail. If he hits his wife, they still toss him in jail. Maybe overnight, but still... Besides, if he comes after me, he'll have a lot to worry about."

"You'll stay and help?"

"Yeah, I will. So you'll take my offer?"

"Y-yeah. Thanks." Sarah smiled at Dana.

"No problem. I'll see you at 4:00, ok?"

"Okay!" Dana managed a weak smile, and Sarah went on to finish her duties and went on with her day.

At four o'clock, she stood outside the school, next to a sleek motorcycle. Tinted chrome, non-reflective black paint, and all angles, it looked like the illegitimate love child spawned of a Stealth Bomber and motorcycle. The result was beautiful. 

Dana came out of the classroom building and started towards the bus stop, and then headed for Sarah when she waved.

"Hey! Dana!"

Dana came over and looked the bike over. "What kind of motorcycle's that? I've never seen one like it before." Sarah chuckled.

"And you likely never will again- this is my own design, built entirely by me." Dana blinked.

"Is it safe?"

"Safer than most motorcycles. It's not going to suddenly fall apart on us while I drive, if that's what you're thinking." Sarah got on, and with an odd electrical whine, the engine started, and the sound faded down to almost silent as the bike idled. 

"Climb on."

"Okay..." Dana climbed on behind Sarah wrapping her arms around the taller woman's torso, blushing as she accidentally bumped against Sarah's breasts.

"Sorry."

"S'ok- they're kinda hard to miss, y'know?"

The tires spun for a split second and then caught, and Sarah sped away from the curb, weaving in an out of traffic, following Dana's shouted directions to her apartment. Just as she had thought, Dana was the child of the family who lived right above her. A minor spell was enough to alter the memories of her previous late-night intrusion, and they would be looking for someone else. Dana walked slowly up the stairs, dreading going through the door, but she went in.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL DAY?!"

"I've been at school, Dad."

"You're lying! I saw you walk over to your friend's house!"

"Dad, you walked me to the bus stop this morning."

"More lies! Come here, so I can make sure you listen next time." The ominous tone was enough for Sarah. She walked in and leaned again the doorway casually. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. And she was at school- I'm the janitor there, I saw her there several times today."

"She's my kid, you stupid freakish bitch! I'll correct her the way I see fit!" The normally calm gaze Sarah possessed was suddenly red hot at the man's comments. She was used to ridicule over how she looked, but this guy somehow managed to rile her.

"Touch her once and I'll have child services on you before you could pull your hand away. Touch her twice and you'd be out cold before you hit the floor." Her voice was as cold as a Minnesotan midwinter blizzard.

"Shut up, bitch!" He leaned back to ready a blow for Dana.

He never even got halfway to having it ready.

Sarah struck with the speed of a lightning bolt, lunging across five feet of moldy carpet with a right hook that knocked the man out of his chair and had him on the floor in a quarter second. He lay there, dazed and rubbing his cheek. Sarah walked over to Dana.

"Sorry, but watching him do that kinda set me off. You ok?"

"Yeah, I think so." Dana came to a conclusion right then. Her father had been getting worse, and he probably wasn't going to stop at this level. It was time to leave.

"I can't stay here, though, Sarah."

"S'ok. Want to stay at my place until we get this settled?"

"Yeah. Let me get some stuff."

"Take all the time you need, I'll wait here."

Dana ran down to her bedroom and grabbed a few sets of clothes, the few precious things she had that weren't broken, and stuffed it all into a duffel bag. She walked back to the living room. Sarah looked up at Dana as she came back, apparently unaware of Marcus getting to his feet behind her, anger written on his face.

"Sarah, I'm all set to..." She trailed off in horror as Marcus reached for Sarah, aiming to strangle her. Without even looking, Sarah's fist lashed up and backwards, hitting Marcus square in the face, and the man fell back, clutching at his now probably broken nose.

"Ready, Dana?" Dana managed a slow wide-eyed nod.

"Cool. Let's go. I'll get the bag." Sarah gently took the bag from Dana's hands and walked with her down one floor to Sarah's apartment. Slightly messy here and there, but overall much nicer than the one Dana had lived in. "I've got a spare bedroom I don't use, you're free to shack up in there."

"Thanks." Dana looked at the ceiling rather nervously, as though her father might fall through it at any moment to begin his reign of terror anew.

"Dana, if he tries anything, I'll break his legs. Slowly."

Dana looked at Sarah, and giggled weakly.

"Thanks. Uh, Sarah?"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

"Why am I doing this for you?"

"Yeah."

"Because despite my total indifferent-seeming attitude, I do care about what goes on around me, and I have a streak of good samaritanism in me a mile wide." She grinned rakishly and dissolved into giggles. "Whatcha want for dinner, Dana? I'll cook up most anything- it's more fun."

"Well... do you do Mexican food?" 

Sarah's eyes lit up, "Do fish swim? How hot do you like it?"

"Kinda hot- not too hot, though."

"All right. In that case, don't touch the stuff that's sparking or glowing."

"Glowing?!" 

Sarah laughed, "I'm kidding! Chill!" Sarah grinned at Dana. "Glowing? Honestly, you think I'd serve spiced toxic waste?" 

Dana smiled a little, "I guess not." 

Sarah chuckled, "Go get moved in and stuff, shower if you need to, I'll have everything ready in about half an hour."

"All right."

Dana walked into the room Sarah had given her, her head spinning.

She barely- hell, she really didn't know this woman, this... AMAZON at all, and yet here she was, living with her while this pale individual was watching over her protectively- hell, she'd even threatened to hurt her dad if he tried to go after Dana again. Not always the best idea, but her heart was in the right place.

That wasn't the only thing that was in the right place. She was HOT, H-O-T hot! For all the height and muscle mass, she was still feminine- easily enough to sport the single biggest pair of breasts she'd ever seen, thought of, or dreamed about. She was so powerful, too, and despite all that strength, she was careful, lithe, restrained. Her mind kept returning to every curve of Sarah's body that Dana had seen, and daydreamed about it while she showered, daydreaming of the two of them in bed, laying together, maybe a small loving touch here and there...

"Dana! Yo!" Sarah was waiting patiently in Dana's bedroom, calling through the bathroom door.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Dinner's ready! You'd better come quick before I eat it all!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Dana quickly got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel and peeked out of the bathroom. Her bedroom was empty, and the door was closed.

She could sense Dana's arousal from all the way across the apartment, while cooking dinner. Her blood ran warm and then warmer as thoughts leaked from Dana's mind and were picked up in Sarah's.

'Sweet goddess above! I thought she might have been Bi, but she finds me attractive? I mean, I know I'm no slouch- I had all my peers falling all over themselves, in ANY form, to try and bed her, and she'd turned them all down. But Dana... wow!  

She pulled tortillas from the oven, and stirred the contents of pots on the stove, and kept the cooking going for a few more minutes, and then went to find Dana.

She leaned against the shower door and did her best to block out the exceedingly erotic thoughts coming from within.

"Dana! Yo!"

"Huh? What is it?"

"Dinner's ready! You'd better come quick before I eat it all!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Sarah smiled and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door and going to the kitchen and setting the table.

A few minutes later, Dana walked out. Casual jeans and a blue t-shirt was all she wore, bare feet padding nearly silently across the carpet. Sarah smiled. "Hey. You hungry?"

"Yeah- it smells delicious!" Indeed it did. Savory smells of all kinds. Most of them laced with one spice or another, the predominant ones being garlic, onions, and salt. Dishes were arranged beautifully on the table, their contents steaming, a few of them chilled, and all in all, it looked wonderful. Sarah chuckled and sat. "Well, don't stand there gawping, sit down and eat!" Dana smiled and did so, putting a tortilla on her plate and loading it up with what looked good. Sarah had one on her plate and had loaded up almost everything- sautéed onions, refried beans, grilled chicken, a little sour cream, lettuce, tomato, mushrooms, black olives, red beans & rice.... And she already had a stack of four on a second plate, ones she'd made already. She smiled and held it out to Dana. 

"Want one?"

"No thanks, I'll make my own."

"All right." Sarah dug in, eating quickly, but neatly. Her stomach protested its emptiness with a few growls and groans. Dana raised an eyebrow.

"You sound hungry, Sarah."

"I am! Exercise and keeping rough people out of the club works up quite an appetite in me." She smiled and devoured another burrito, after loading it up with peppers and hot sauce.

Dana blinked, but ate her dinner, making small talk with Sarah. Sarah politely ate, talked, and did her best to make Dana comfortable. Dana was done eating in maybe half an hour, not eating much. Sarah made like the energizer bunny, and she just kept GOING. It was incredible to watch, in a way. Dana was simply amazed. Where was she PUTTING it all?

A quick glance told the tale. Her stomach, normally slightly curved inwards, smooth but muscular, had bulged outwards, giving her the appearance that she'd swallowed a basketball, and she was still going strong.

"How can you eat so much?" 

Sarah swallowed her mouthful and answered, "I work out a lot and I keep myself physically active all the time. So I have to eat a lot to keep myself going. I usually have a small breakfast & lunch and just go to town at dinner."

"Wow..." 

'Goddess above, she's even sexier with that stomach!' Sarah did her best to close out Dana's thoughts, but it was difficult. She concentrated on eating instead.

Three hours later, she was full, very full. Really, truly, hugely full- one of the biggest meals she'd eaten, ever. Her stomach was huge, bigger than an over-inflated beach ball, her bellybutton popped out, and she leaned back and sighed, gingerly patting her stomach. 

"Oooh... now THAT was good. You like my cooking, Dana?"

Dana nodded slowly. 'I'd like the cook even more- goddess, she's turning me on so much!'

"Dana? Hey, you okay? You're spacing out here..."

"Oh! Sorry!" Dana blushed a little, and Sarah smiled at her. 

"Sorry, I'm not used to having company, and I usually only eat like this at night, so..."

"It's okay, Sarah. It's just... surprising you can eat so much- a meal that size probably would have killed anyone else." Sarah chuckled.




A New Beginning



"Yeah, I'm a tough girl. However..." Sarah groaned, slowly getting to her feet, leaning heavily on the table as she stood up, her huge belly thrust out proudly before her as she leaned back, looking hugely pregnant, her full heavy breasts resting proudly atop her belly. "...I am going to go and lay down to sleep this off." 

It was rather late- 8:17 was what the clock said- and Dana was feeling a little tired as well. "I'll go and sleep, then, Sarah. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night Dana. Sleep well." Sarah waddled slowly into her bedroom, closed the door, and the lights in the living room went out. Sarah sighed, lying down on her bed, sinking deep into the soft mattress, lying on her back. She wriggled out of her pants, and shirt and bra, leaving only her panties on, the white silk garment flush with her body in such a way that it seemed seamlessly linked to her, a part of her body. She closed her eyes, running slender fingers over her belly and breasts, sighing happily, and savored the sensations her finger produced on her body, and lost herself, half-sleeping while touching her belly and breasts, eyes closed.

An unknown time later, she opened her eyes as a second pair of hands joined her own. Dana was standing next to Sarah's bed, blushing, her fingers gently stroking Sarah's belly.

"Dana? What gives?"

"Well, I came in here because I think my dad's at your door and is trying to get in, but when I came in here to tell you, I got... uhh... distracted."

"He's at my door? For the love of the goddess, I swear I'll kill that bastard!" She practically threw herself out of bed, hopping from foot to foot as she pulled a pair of pants on and then a shirt, and walked over to the door. 

Anger radiated from the other side of the door in waves of nauseating energy. She grabbed the handle and almost ripped the door off it's hinges as she yanked it open, her free hand in motion, connecting with the man's face before he could even register that the door was opening.

"Go the fuck away, you stupid shit head! Scram! Bother me again and I'll really make you sorry!" The drunken man clutched at his mouth, probably to try and find the teeth Sarah had knocked out, and that was the last thing she saw, because then she shut the door and re-bolted it, and walked back to her bedroom. Dana was waiting.

"Drunken asshole doesn't know when to give up." She muttered, lying back down on the bed. Dana looked nervously at the door.

"Sarah, he can't get in, can he?"

"He can, but he'd have to break the door off its hinges first, and if he did that, I'd be awake before it hit the floor. You're safe here, Dana."

"I'm... I'm still scared, Sarah."

Sarah reached out and gently pulled Dana into the bed, cuddling her close. "He can't get you if I'm here, that much I can absolutely promise. Okay?"

Dana clung to Sarah, pressing close, still nervous.

"It'll be okay, Dana."

"All right." Sarah lay awake for a long time after Dana had fallen asleep, listening for danger.

She awoke groggy and feeling ill. She tried to sit up and came fully awake as she realized she was restrained.

She was tied to the bedposts on her bed. As she began to take a sort of mental inventory to see just what was going on, she heard Dana cry out in pain from the living room. The sound of someone moving- it sounded like her father- came from the same room, and Dana cried out again, weakly, protesting something. Anger surged through her body. 

'Screw subtlety' she thought, and she heaved with all her might. The metal posts creaked and strained, the rope fraying from the strain put on it. She wrenched herself free and leaped off the bed, curling into a ball and hurling herself through the door, rolling to her bare feet among a shower of wood splinters. A few muscles he hadn't realized were bruised screamed fiery pain through her nerves, but she ignored it. The scene in front of her was enough to make her sick.

A case's worth of empty beer cans were littered on the floor of the living room. A mix of smells, most of them unpleasant, filled the room almost thick enough to choke someone. 

Dana's father was trying to rape his daughter for whatever reason, but between his bulk and his drunkenness, he hadn't done much more than half crush her and scare her to death- plus hitting her some, Sarah could see some new bruises already.

"DIE!!" She didn't stop to think, didn't care about the repercussions, didn't care about anything except that fact that this CLOD was trying to hurt someone she cared for. A fireball of electrical energy leapt from her outstretched hand and slammed into the obese man, knocking him out. Sarah blinked, her head clearing, and suddenly she realized.

Dana had seen her throw the lightning ball.

"Wh... what ARE you?!" She shrieked, scrambling from beneath Marcus and cowering in the corner, away from Sarah, shivering in fear and terror.

Sarah simply was silent. Since her cover had been blown, she simply summoned the rest of her clothing onto her body, and levitated Marcus off the couch, summoning some of his cleaner clothing onto his body, and sent a message to one of her friends. 

'Mike, I'm sending you a troublemaker. Bury him as deep in the cells as law allows.'

'Gotcha. Cover blown?'

'I'm that predictable, aren't I?'

'Yeah. Once you get the victim calmed down, bring her down here for an official statement so I have some reason to bury this guy. Want me to come by with medical help to calm her down?'

'No, I'll do this myself.'

'You always do. Send the perp.' A flash of light and Marcus vanished.

'Got him, Mike?'

'Man, what did you do to him?'

'I used a tazer on him. Unofficially, I did a low level nerve fry to get him to stop raping his daughter.'

'Sweet Goddess above! What else did he do?'

'Hit her multiple times last night and just now. Must have drugged me somehow or something- whatever he used, it's potent stuff. I'll toss you blood sample later so you can analyze it and try and track this stuff down- it's good enough to even put one of us out cold.'

'Damn. I'll look later on, ok?'

'Deal. See ya.'

Sarah terminated the mental link and looked over at Dana. The entire conversation had taken less than a second. The girl cringed.

"What're you gonna do to me?" She cried.

"I'm going to sit here until you're calm enough to talk, or, if you want, I'll help you move back into your mom's apartment upstairs. Your choice."

Dana was unsure of what to do, and then leapt to her feet, dashing into the room Sarah had let her move into, and shut the door behind her, bolting it. Sarah sighed, changing into workout clothes and walked over to the stack of weights in the corner of the living room, and started working out. She lost track of time, but it was a good solid hour before the door clicked open once more. Sarah set down the leg weights she had and waited. After a few moments, Dana came out. Sarah sat calmly on the workout bench.

"What are you?"

"Something sent here to find people like you and help them."

"That doesn't tell me what you are, Sarah- and what should I call you?"

"You can still call me Sarah- that is my name. I'm a Flier."

"What did you do to my dad?"

"I stunned him, though I should have done it differently- but I was just so mad that he was trying to... hurt you like that that I didn't think about not showing off, all I wanted was for him to stop."

"Is... is this what you normally look like?" Sarah shook her head.

"Nope, this is me doing my best to look human."

"So... what do you normally look like?"

"You really want to see?"

"Yeah."

Sarah nodded, standing up, her breasts bobbing heavily from even this slight motion. Lines of silver traced up and down her body, beautiful flowing lines of metal moving along her skin in small rivers, those same lines moving through her hair as well. A pair of long, thin extensions of cartilage grew from her back, the flexible 'wings' crackling with energy, blue-white lightning crackling along them as rainbow energies formed wing-like shapes. Her eyes glowed slightly, and she looked almost... regal, though there was beauty and sex appeal to spare on her body as well. Dana just stared.

"Well?"

"I.... Uh..."

"I take it you like it?"

"Uh.... Huh.... "

Sarah went back to her 'human' form.

"You ok? How far did he get?" She'd decided that she'd calmed Dana down enough, Sarah decided that making sure she was okay now that she wouldn't get hysterical would be a good thing.

"He didn't get anywhere at all. He was t-too drunk to do anything."

"You gonna be ok?"

"Y-yeah... I think so." Sarah smiled kindly, and leaned towards Dana, hugging her comfortingly.

"If you want to move out, then that's fine- if I were in your shoes, I'd feel pretty nervous about living with some strange creature."

"But you're not a strange creature! You've been kind and done your best to help me, even though you don't know me well at all. I mean, you scared a me a little, especially with the... what DID you do to Marcus?"

"I shocked him with a low-power lightning bolt."

"L-LIGHTNING?"

"Yeah. Lightning. The stuff that makes loud noises when there's a storm going on. The thing that makes thunder." Sarah raised an eyebrow at Dana. The girl managed a sort of strangled squeak.

"You can throw -lightning-?"

"Yeah. I can. Why?"

"Is that even possible?"

"Sure. Watch." Sarah grinned, standing, and executed a joint-popping stretch, and flexed her fingers. A small ball of lightning formed on her right hand, about the size of a tennis ball. A compact point of light the size of a marble sat at its center, pure white light, yet muted so it somehow didn't blind when looked upon. Crackles of lightning lanced outwards to the edge of the sphere, flattening on contact with whatever held it in, if anything at al, and the ball rolled in her hand for a moment, then jumped to her free hand. She produced two more such spheres and proceeded to juggle them flawlessly, even occasionally tossing one over her shoulder or in an awkward arc around her body, and still moving flawlessly. She caught them all, and they winked out, after which she bowed.

"See? Easy as pie, for me." Dana giggled slightly. 

'I've won her over, I think.' Sarah thought to herself.

"With that said and done, Dana, I am a little tired. I'll go to bed, unless there's something you need."

"Actually...." Dana started, and then thought to herself. 'For something- no, someone_- that's not human, all she's done is tried to help me. Protect me even, though she's a little misguided on doing that it seems, all this in the space of two days. She is nice, though, and hot, even.'

"Can I stay with you?" Sarah smiled.

"Sure." She looked kindly down at the girl and gently scooped her into her arms and started to carry Dana to her room, and Dana stopped her.

"I meant stay in your room, Sarah. Is that okay?"

"Dana, I've only got one bed in my room..."

"I don't care. I feel safer close to you." Sarah's emotions flipped in on themselves at those words, words she had hoped to hear from someone she loved- and had, once, long ago, though it felt like ages to her.

"Thanks, Dana. I'm flattered." She stepped through the door to her bedroom and closed it behind her Dana, clad in panties and an oversized t-shirt, was gently lain down on the queen size bed. The mattress was at least two feet deep, and almost absurdly soft. Sarah, clad in a sport bra and her black shorts, climbed tiredly in beside her, and pulled the sheets up over them both.

"Why's your mattress like this, Sarah?"

"It's about as close to being in space as I can get- it's comforting for me."

"Being in space? As in outer space? Outside the atmosphere?"

"Yeah. That's why Fliers are called that- not because we can fly, but because we can fly among the stars. Once I manage to figure out how, I'll take you up there."

"What do you mean, 'fly among the stars'? Like with a spaceship?" 

Sarah chuckled, "Nah, we do it the way it was meant to be- out in the pure black, feeling the solar rays on your skin, dancing on moonbeams, without a single thing between you and the vacuum of space but your own skin." She smiled happily, her eyes half-closed as memories past flashed before her eyes. For a moment, she looked almost... sad.

"I miss those days." She said, softly.

"Hey, you'll be able to do it again."

"Not for any decent length of time."

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm keeping an eye on you, beautiful." Dana blushed.

"I dunno, am I really?"

"Yes, you are, even with the marks that Goddess-bedamned who claims he's your father put there. Speaking of which, tomorrow morning I gotta bring you down to the police station so they can see what he did to you. You'll also have to identify your dad in a lineup so my buddy knows who to put in the deepest cell the law allows him to."

"You have a friend in the police?"

"Kinda, Mike Turn. He's an officer there, and he's a flier like me. Specializes in physical healing, so he'll probably take a minute or three to fix you up and get rid of those bruises and such. You'll probably be healthier at his hands than any other doctor."

"Is he as big as you?" Sarah chuckled.

"Nah. I'm an exception- I have a battle magick at my disposal, so I have to keep in shape- a mage who is flabby of body is also flabby of mind. My body reflects my magical element- powerful and flashy." Dana giggled, and tugged at Sarah's bra suggestively.

"Flashy? You can say that again."

"HEY!" Sarah laughed and tickled Dana, who giggled helplessly under the merciless tickling of Sarah's lithe & nimble fingers. She kept looking for new places to tickle, when Dana's squirming accidentally ended up pressing her breast against Sarah's hand. Sarah stopped tickling and blushed. Dana gasped for breath and looked at Sarah.

"I'm sorry Dana, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay. I kinda liked it." Sarah blinked.

"You did?"

"Yeah. I'm bi, I like either sex."

'Oho!' Sarah's mind said, and she quashed a partially formed idea- there would be time for THAT revelation later.

"Do you want to touch mine?" Dana was no slouch in the bust department- She sported a pair of 48F cups (DDD in some manufactures) and they were quite full, shapely, and soft.

Sarah, on the other hand, made Dana look almost flat by comparison. Her breasts were huge, round, heavy spheres of soft, sexy flesh, a little bigger then basketballs. Sarah, blushing profusely, tugged her bra off, baring her massive chest for Dana to see. The girl gasped- Sarah was even bigger when she was braless.

"I don't mind having them touched- they're quite sensitive." Tiny nipples just the barest shade off of white beckoned Dana's lips. The massive spheres invited her hands- indeed, that entire chiseled body seemed to call Dana's entire being with a sexual summons that was nigh irresistible. Her hands found the soft spheres, her lips settling on a nipple, and Sarah moaned, pulling Dana close and seeming to envelop the smaller woman's body with her own, loving, caring, protecting, and erotically thrilling all at the same time. 

Tiny fingertip touches brushed down Dana's body, the smaller girl thrilling to Sarah's touch, Sarah almost orgasming from Dana's lips and hands on her breasts, her cries quiet, though the emotion within them spoke volumes. A silent climax from Sarah had her back arched and lightning harmlessly playing across her body. Fingertips found Dana's nipples, and her lips met Dana's in a passionate kiss. Soft moans came from both of them, bodies locked in sensual bliss. One of Sarah's hands found it's way to Dana's nether regions, and the smaller girl gasped, her eyes wide. Sarah's fingers moved expertly, seeming to find just the right places to touch in all the right ways, and all too soon Dana was in the midst of a shuddering orgasm... and a second... and a third...

Pleasure overwhelmed Dana, her senses useless in the deluge of wondrous emotion Sarah invoked in her. An unknown time later, Dana finally regained enough control to blink and look over at Sarah.

Sarah was smiling kindly at Dana, one arm under her pillow, the other draped along her body.

"Have fun, Dana?"

"Ooooh yes indeed I did." 

Sarah chuckled, "Glad I haven't lost my touch, heh heh." 

Dana groaned at the pun, "Don't make a habit of that."

"Ah, you dislike puns?"

"Definitely."

"But you know why you're so attracted to me?"

"I have a sinking feeling you're going to tell me anyway."

"It's because of my electrifying personality." 

Dana crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Sarah grinned and continued. "I be that pun was a real shock, wasn't it?"

"Gah, stop already!"

"Why? Anode you'd like them, that's why I'm doing this."

"Sarah!" Dana pouted and punched Sarah in the arm.

"Ow! All right, I guess you want me to - OW! All right, all right! I give up!"

"Darn right! Those puns are awful!"

"They're supposed to be, silly!"

Dana's only reply was a raspberry. Sarah chuckled.

"You wanna come with me to work tomorrow?"

"Sarah, the college is closed on weekends."

"The club isn't." Dana blinked.

"You want me to come with you to a strip club, on a Saturday night?"

"Technically I start in the afternoon."

"That's not the point! Aren't I too young?"

"You're 19, Dana. If you're with me, you'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. If I'm not there, Eddie or Sam will be."

"Eddie or Sam?"

"The two other bouncers. Anyone with me never gets touched without their permission."

"So no one gets close to me?"

"No one you don't want to."

"I can live with that." Sarah smiled, pulling Dana close as she fell asleep.

The next day found Sarah on her motorcycle, Dana clinging to her, as she rode to the club she worked at-The Golden Sunset. This was Dana's first time into any such place, and she was amazed. A calm foyer that looked like it belonged in a ritzy, expensive hotel, though a bit small for such a role- had red-carpeted floorboards that creaked beneath it. The woodwork was intricate and beautiful to behold and gleaming brass and gold finish were everywhere. A coat rack stood off to one side, and assorted garments hung on it, past a second pair of tinted glass doors with gold trim, into the club itself.

The view was breathtaking. Music played softly from speakers in the ceiling. The carpet gave way to polished wood, the tables also wood with frosted glass tops, and around each tall table was two or three barstools, arranged so that people sitting at them would have a clear view of the stage. The tables closer got successively lower, like bleachers, until the people in front of the stage were actually in armchairs, comfortable and soft from the looks of them. Side alcoves with round polished wood tables and cushioned 300-degree benches, and a curtain for privacy at each. People stood or sat, in groups of two, three, and more, chatting amiably amongst themselves. A pair of what looked like honest-to-goodness bikers was talking animatedly to a trio of police officers. Several people of Middle Eastern descent were talking to a group of Indians. A Chinese man, and an American were arm wrestling, with a Russian, two Filipinos, and a Cuban cheering both of them on. The general atmosphere was one of friendly companionship.

The bar, off to the left, had no one behind it, though it seemed to be stocked with every single known, and probably a few little-known forms of alcohol-carrying liquids, all in many forms, and various extras for mixed drinks, and the like.

The stage was well lit, but not blinding for whoever was on it. At the moment, there was a young woman who looked a little unsure of herself, sporting a pair of breasts almost as large as Sarah's. The girl slipped and fell, her top snapping, and even as Dana watched, one of the patrons- a young Caucasian male -climbed onto the stage, helped the girl up and did his best to fix the strap, and silently climbed down, all without trying to grope her at all. The girl smiled at him and went back to dancing, flashing suggestive smiles at him from time to time.




A New Beginning



"SARAH!!" A few people near the door noticed the tall pale Amazon walk in, and a few of the patrons came over, looking to strike up a conversation.

"Hey, gang. This here's my friend, Dana- she's a guest here, so keep an eye on her for me, would you?" A few smiles and more than a few nods, as Sarah turned and walked to the bar, scooping a huge mug from behind it and pouring almost a full gallon of some kind of dark liquid into it.

"All right you drunken bunch! The bar is officially open!" Sarah boomed out from behind the dark polished onyx counter. A chorused shout came from all over the room, and people ambled towards the bar, collecting drinks as Sarah poured them. The gawky young man and dancer from earlier were among them. The busty girl came over to Dana, the strained straps of her bra creaking with every step.

"Hey, I saw you come in with Sarah. If she's watching out for you, you're definitely in good hands." She smiled at the young man next to her. "Almost all the regulars here know her, so they'll be here for you." A big, calloused, dark hand landed on Dana's shoulder.

"Moira, are you going to try and keep Sarah's friend from meeting everyone?" A voice came from above and behind her. A tall black man, probably just as strong as Sarah, was standing there in jeans and gray shirt.

"Sam! What makes you think I'd o that?" She said sweetly.

"Because no matter who comes in that door, you try and hypnotize them with those breasts of yours, kid."

"And there's something wrong with that?"

"Just keep your priorities straight, my dear."

"No problem, Sam!" She smiled and spun quickly, her top somehow staying intact as she walked, the young man at her side, towards a door at the back of the establishment.

"Who was that?" Dana asked the man with the hand on her shoulder.

"That, Dana, was Moira. Talented girl, beautiful, sexy, hornier than anyone I know, and with a heart of gold. She's like Sarah is- I trust you know Sarah's secret?"

Dana nodded.

"And so am I, as well as a few of the customers. You need any help, just yell. Someone will come running." 

"Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Who's Eddie?" The big man smiled, and pointed over to a card table, where a small ratty little man was dealing cards. He looked like the most crooked men alive, and though his smile was imperfect to look at, the feeling behind it was honestly genuine.

"Him?" She squeaked incredulously.

"Yes, That's Eddie. Everyone underestimates him, unless they know him, in which case they stay clear of anything that'll tick him off. There's no kinder man in the world." Dana blinked.

"There's more to this place than meets the eyes, Dana." 

"So I see."

"Oi! Dana!" Sarah called from behind the bar. "C'mon over here!"

Dana walked over to the bar, and settled herself in one of the chairs there. Sarah passed her a bottle of soda.

"How do you like this place, Dana?"

"It's... it's... it's incredible!"

"Glad you like it. Take a look up on stage- I think you'll get an eye-opener."

Dana turned to face the stage.

Dancing was a slightly older Asian woman, still thin, though not a total knockout. Dressed in a filmy silk dress, she sashayed around the stage. It wasn't erotic, or sexual, it was simply beauty. Yet the men, and even the women, were all watching. Most men would have turned away due to the lack of skin, or shape to her skin, but everyone watched.

"That's Gwen. She's a wonderful woman- everyone here knows her, and she enjoys dancing for us all, yet we all know- she herself included- know that she's hardly the right body for an erotic dance. So she employs beauty instead. Everyone loves her- it's hard not to."

There was a simple, perfect beauty about the woman. She was elegant.

All too soon, it seemed, she was gathering her dress and stepping off the stage. A few of the guys at the bar spoke up.

"Hey! Sarah! Go on up there!" Sarah actually blushed.

"Naaah, I look awful."

The guys simply started chanting her name, grinning boyishly at her.

"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"

"Oh, all right. Has everyone else left?" They all looked around. 4:00 and the only people there were the employees and the regulars.

"Yeah, no one who doesn't know." Sarah sighed. 

"All right, all right! I'll do it. But Sammy, YOU have to go first."

"Me?!"

"Yes, you!"

"Why?"

"So I can go and get myself ready."

"And I don't get time to?"

"Nope!"

"Who'll be security?"

"The regulars, Sam! Hello, use your brain- these guys know better than to act up, and if anyone does, Eddie'll KO the sucker."

"All right."

"Good!" Sarah beamed at Sam, and walked to the back room. Dana looked at Sam in confusion.

"But... you're a guy!" Sam smirked.

"Fliers, like Sarah, and myself, can be either gender, Dana. I'll be female up there." Dana just gaped as her brain tried to absorb this information.

Sam was gone once she looked up at the stage.

An orb of dark energy, crackling with black light (the real thing, not the puny stuff given off by those 'black lights' that party stores sell) appeared onstage, and when it faded, a slender black woman was onstage, dressed in gray and black silk gauze scarves. Tiny pinpricks of the same black energy whirled around her as she began to dance. Not an erotic dance, an actual dance, beautiful, as she moved and undulated her body to some unheard music. She was more along the lines of the average human woman than the other girl who had been onstage earlier, Moira. It was beautiful, and hypnotizing to watch.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Samantha, controller of the void!" Samantha bowed and hopped off the stage, walking over to Dana.

"See? Piece of cake! Hey, Sarah's about ready. Keep your eyes on the stage."

"And now, ladies and gentlemen- The seductress of the storm, controller of clouds, she who laughs with lightning and is ravishing in rain, our very own bartender, Sarah Whitmore, the mistress of the tempest!" Everyone cheered and clapped. A tiny gray cloud formed onstage, and began to grow, lightning crackling within it, tiny feeble sparks, mere children to the real thing, the cloud grew larger and darker, and when it was big enough to hold Sarah, the lights in the club dimmed to a very low light, and there was a rumble of thunder. The clouds began to dissipate as something moved within them.

Wearing nothing but gray plumes of storm cloud, Sarah danced onto the stage. Curved lines of metal flowed up and down her body, lightning crackling along them, every long strand of silver-white hair was charged with the electrical energy Sarah seemed to embody. More sparks glowed and danced in her eyes as she moved, and a slight breeze started up, moving the clouds away from her body, revealing every inch of skin. Dana gazed in wonder at this beauty of femininity, when her eyes were caught by something. Sarah's waist was genderless- no sexual organs. Her breasts were still perched proud and round on her chest, moving in rippling, hypnotic movements, but aside from her body shape and breasts, she was neither male nor female. That said, she was still dancing erotically, occasionally teasing the audience with a touch here and there. Sam put her hand on Dana's shoulder.

"Don't be too surprised by that- she prefers to go female-genderless most of the time - say's it feels right for her. Most fliers have a form they prefer to be- I like being male, hence my 'Sam' form."

"She was all female around me, though."

"Because she was keeping up the appearance of being human, though she never does a very good job of that- gets found out too often."

Sarah had worked her way along the stage and was now in front of Dana and Sam. She grinned at Dana, winking and undulating her body, almost within arm's reach of Dana.

She was beautiful. Her breasts seemed, if possible, even bigger than before, and her white skin almost glowed, the metal strips on her body adding to the appeal. A pair of wings, made entirely of soft, rainbow electrical light, extended from her back, her eyes glowing brighter with energy.

"Dana, you asked to see me as I truly am. Now you have."

Dana nodded slowly, amazed.

"Ah, you must be Dana." Dana turned, hearing the voice in her ears and in her head at the same time. An ordinary man- one of the police officers Dana had seen when she walked in- was sitting at a table nearby, and he beckoned Dana over.

"Nice to meet you."

"Did you just speak in my head?!"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Sarah asked me to come here today so I could get a look at the damage that was done to you last night."

"That's all?"

"I need to have some reason for putting a man in jail, and that means evidence. In this case, you."

"I have to go to the police station?"

"No, that won't be necessary."

"What'll happen to my father?"

"What do you want to happen?"

"I'd like him to be the way he was before he lost his job. I don't know that that'll happen, so I'll settle for him never taking custody of me again- and my never seeing him again."

"Fair enough. I can do that."

"How'd you speak in my head like that?"

"Take a guess."

"You're like Sarah and Sam, too?"

"Mmm-hmm. It's my specialty. I can help get Sarah to be your legal guardian, if you like."

"I think that's best, all things considered."

"Consider it done."

"How come you actually look... normal? Sam and Sarah could take on a boxer or wrestler and win without breaking a sweat, and Sarah's skin tone doesn't help with her blending in." The man chuckled.

"Because I'm half human. I can't change my gender, and I have a little magic, but more or less, I'm Joe Average."

"I see." He smiled.

"I'm David, by the way. Go ahead and watch Sarah- she doesn't dance very often."

Sarah was dancing with Moira on stage now, and between the two of them, the sexual tension in the room was nigh unbearable seeing both of them dance, occasionally touch one another was almost too much to resist.

"So go up there, Dana. Moira will watch if you go up there."

"I-I've got almost nothing compared to those two, though!"

"No, you've got Sarah's love and attention, and that means more to her than the sexiest or bustiest partner on the planet. Go on up- you can stay dressed if you want to."

Dana climbed onto the stage, and after an awkward moment, Moira was gone, and Dana was dancing with Sarah. It was a heady feeling, having this sexual, sensual buxom goddess of a woman dancing with her, because she loved her. Sarah was amazing, executing motions and moves that would leave most women envious, or jealous, or both. She moved with Dana, letting the smaller woman orchestrate the dance, flowing around the girl like a hurricane around the heart of the storm. Lightning danced and flowed around them both, winds ruffling clothes and hair alike, and Sarah ended the dance by embracing Dana in a loving hug, though due to her height, she lifted Dana's feet right off the floor.

Applause resonated off the walls of the club like dynamite going off in a bomb shelter. Sarah somehow dressed in her jeans and t-shirt once more, hopped off the stage, and gently lifted Dana down.

"Have fun?"

"Yeah! That was amazing!" Sarah grinned.

"Glad you liked it." Sarah went back behind the bar, the doors were unlocked and the non-regulars came streaming in to see the stuff the public was allowed to see. Sam, reverted back to his 'bouncer' form, walked over to Dana.

"I suppose I should talk to you about Flier relationships a bit, before you find something out and draw your own conclusions." He sat down at a corner table with a mug of some kind of beer in his hand. Dana sat down with him.

"What do you mean?"

"Fliers don't get married. We're polygamous- most of us, when we're in the mood, have anywhere from six to ten relationships- sexually involved ones- at any one time. Sarah's done her best to limit herself, stay single while she's here, and so forth. She'll do her best to stay true to you, but.." Sam sighed. "Hell, we don't even reproduce the way humans do, Dana. It take two couples to form a child, and even then, the fliers you'll meet here, on this world, will only form the soul of a child when they copulate- the body is made... elsewhere." Dana blinked.

"And?"

"Plus, fliers have mating cycles- once Sarah's hits her, she'll do her best to restrain herself, but sooner or later, she'll have to have sex with SOMEONE, preferably more than one someone. Most of the time, she'll come back here and do that with me, since we're both roughly on the same cycle. Sometimes, she'll hook up with Moira or Catherine."

"So, she's got lots of kids, then?"

"No, Dana. Fliers- the ones who go out into our world and your world- are physically sterile. We only produce the souls. There are designated mothers who gestate the bodies, and once the body's ready to be born, Sarah gives the soul to the mother, and she births the child, and that's that."

"You're confusing me, Sam. Just lay it down plain."

"There are two groups of Fliers- the Parent Caste and the Social Caste. The Parent Caste stays at home, on our world. Any Flier you meet is a Social Caste Flier. They produce souls, the Parents produce the bodies, and when both are ready, the body and soul are united and the Parent Caste fliers raise the child until he or she is ready to go out into the world. As such, we- the fliers you'll meet- do not have children, ever. We can become pregnant, but there is no end result that we see."

"So Sarah will be really horny every once in a while and want to have sex with anything that moves, and if she gets pregnant, there'll be no child that I'll meet."

"Yeah. Plus, the kid won't look like her- she looks the way she does- skin and such- because of her power, the storm. A child of nature magic- trees, plants, and the like- would be green or brown skinned, and would love gardening. Sarah loves storms."

"I think I get it."

"Worried about her?"

"Not much I can do to change it?" 

"Nope."

"Then I won't worry."

"Good." Sam smiled. "Head over to the bar and keep Sarah company."

Dana walked over to the bar, wondering what to say. Sarah noticed her coming and then did a double take, looking more closely at Dana. Once the girl was sitting down, Sarah slid her a can of orange soda and smiled slightly- was she nervous?

"So, Sam's told you about us, then?"

"Yeah."

"And... you're okay with this?"

"Not much I can do about it- besides, it could get interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yeah. You, me, Sam, Moira- things could get interesting." Sarah blinked and then started laughing softly.

"As long as you don't hold it against me, lovely."

"Nah." They smiled at one another. 

"Hey, look at the lovebirds!" Mike called out from his table. Sarah leaned back and solidly threw a bottle of beer at the off-duty policeman. The bottle pegged him in the forehead and bounced off; it was a fake, made of foam rubber. The rubber bottle landed on Eddie's card table and he scowled at Sarah.

"Hey, we're playing cards 'ere! Lay off, Sarah!"

"Pah, I wasn't aiming for you, Eddie!" The dealer's response had the bottle nailing Sarah in the teeth and she grinned, the bottle vanishing. Sam chuckled.

"Sarah, we all know your appetite is legendary, but isn't having the beer AND the bottle pushing things a big too far?" Sarah chuckled.

"Pah, laugh it up, Sammy! You eat as much as I do!"

"Not a chance! I stop well short of- Hey!" The beer in Sam's mug vanished. Sarah managed a smug grin.

"Sam, you should never give away a lady's vital stats. Meal size is included in that, you know. I could always tell everyone yours, you know."

"Oh yeah? Get your pale rear over here, bartendress- I challenge you to an arm wrestling match." Sarah smirked.

"Amusing. What're the stakes, Sammy?"

"Loser buys the winner dinner for a week."

"Done! Get your checkbook and take out a loan! I'll milk this for all it's worth."

"Ha! Like you have a chance." Sarah leapt over the bar counter and put her elbow on the table and flexed her hand. Sam's arm snaked out and met hers. Everyone crowded around and Dana sat next to Sarah.

No one was sure when the match had begun, but after a minute or two of neither side neither gaining nor losing, their hands started quivering. Sarah's arm began to falter, slowly moving towards the table. When her knuckles were about an inch away from the wood, she grinned at Sam, and yawned.

"Having fun?"

"Loads. I think you're toast."

"You do that." Her hand began to rise, slowly, inexorably, moving towards victory, and after three more minutes of steady motion, rapped Sam's knuckles to the tabletop.

"Ha! Break out the wallet, Sam! I win!"

"You're going to make me break the bank for this, aren't you, Sarah?"

"Yeah. You'd better take out a mortgage on everything you own, hee hee hee!"

"Hrmph. I don't have to tell everyone about how much you eat- your bragging is doing it all on your own."

"Bah!"

"He's right Sarah." Dana chimed in. "Just from your bragging alone I doubt I'll ever take you out to dinner on my payroll."

"You're right- you'd never get the chance, because I'd be taking you out to dinner every night anyway!"

Cheerful banter filled the bar, and the rest of the night went by swiftly. Closing time came, and everyone filed out into the night. Sarah, Dana, and Sam were the last ones to leave, the clock over the bar reading 2:30. Sarah climbed onto her motorcycle, and Dana climbed on behind her, her arms wrapped around Sarah's waist.

"All set, Dana?"

"Yep!"

Sarah started the engine and took off. 

When they arrived home, Dana paused in thought in the doorway.

"Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"When school closes for the summer, what do you for the summer?" Sarah grinned.

"Racing!"

"Racing?"

"Yep! Street racing!"

"Street racing?"

"Yeah."

"As in the illegal high speed late night races between guys on the street for money?"

"Yup."

"You don't use the motorcycle, do you?"

"Nope! I've got a car that I'm putting together for that."

"Putting together?"

"Yeah- Last summer, some idiot crumpled the front end, and I had to buy a whole new engine for it. THAT was a pain in the ass, and I made the guy who did the damage pay for it. Hee hee hee!"

"Can I see the car?" Sarah chuckled.

"Later, love." Sarah lounged on the couch, yawning.

"Sarah, if you live in an apartment, and you keep your bike on the parking space on the street reserved for you, then where do you KEEP the car?"

"It's at the police impound lot, courtesy of Mike."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, it's not a problem." Dana cuddled close to Sarah.

"All right." They closed their eyes and slept.

"All right. Would someone tell me why we haven't moved against her yet?"

"We did. The situation necessary to capture her attention was created, and she is romantically interested in the victim, as predicted. The knockout powder we used worked as predicted, but it did not keep her unconscious long enough for us to act. Since she has not changed residences, we believe she has not become aware of us."

The first man spoke again, his voice harsh.

"Fine. So when CAN we move against her?"

"We hope to lure her into a trap, using the victim as bait. Hopefully, this will work."

"Hopefully."

"Yes, sir."

"You don't want to fail me."

"I understand, sir."

"Oh my god."

"Aha. I see you like it?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this about a car- I sound like SUCH a guy, but it is beautiful."

"Glad you approve of my handiwork." Dana giggled.

"As if I'd dare disapprove of it. Is there anything you CAN'T do?"

"Sure. I can't build a time machine, or move cities, or control people's minds, or any number of things."

"You had to take that literally, didn't you?" Dana asked, dryly.

"Of course." Sarah grinned.

The car stood on the lot in front of them, an object of perfection. Big, treadles flat racing tires adorned all four wheels, fragile road-hugging circles of premium rubber. The aluminum body had been laced with titanium, the metal brushed slightly, and then tinted, to match the windows, giving the car a stealth-fighter-ish look. The running lines set along the sides, under the doors and bumpers, and over the raised tail, were reflective silver, streamlining the angular beauty of the car. The rims were also brushed chrome; solid disks rather than spokes. There was no keyhole on either door, and the handles were recessed, barely visible. The mirrors were, oddly enough, missing entirely, and the grille was darkened steel. Just behind the rear wheel wells were two slight curved of metal like a piece of pipe wall, with spokes and machinery set within. The entire car just screamed out that it was a custom job, and was beautiful while doing so. Sarah smiled.




A New Beginning



They had been trying D/s play for awhile, each trying out both roles to see which they liked best. They had agreed on rules and safe words. She was finding the submissive role very satisfying. Or at least until he went too far. He had her blindfolded and naked. She did not protest when he tied her to the bed. The gag was a surprise. 

"I don't want the neighbors to spoil our fun," he said, "be right back." Then she heard the others. She had no idea how many.

"Mmmmmmffffff, nnnnnnnn," she tried to object. They had talked about having a threesome, but this sounded like more and they had not set any ground rules for this.

"Ain't she a sight?" he said. A murmur of agreement. "Sorry about the gag," he continued, "I know some of you wanted her to suck you off, but we don't want anyone to break up our fun if she gets too noisy." A slap on her breast made her jerk. "Just have fun. My slut whore likes lots of cock." His sudden crudity shocked and angered her.

Hands touched her clitoris, probed her. "Man, she's dry as a fucking desert!"

"Here, use this." Fingers pushed lubricant into her. Then they began. One after the other mounting her and thrusting deep into her. She thrashed and fought. There was no joy, no pleasure in this. "Come on, whore," said her boyfriend, "you know you're liking this!" They finally finished with her. He left her tied, blindfolded, and gagged while he went with his friends.

When she was sure they were gone, she let her anger and hurt burst free. Tears soaked the blindfold and the gag muffled her sobs. She was limp and drained when he finally returned. He freed her, removing the blindfold and gag. 

"God!" he said. "That was fantastic!" He slapped her playfully on the bottom. "You're a great slut!"

Her eyes turned ice cold. She said nothing as she went into the bathroom to clean up. He was drinking beer and watching a game on TV when she finished. She wrote a short note and left it on his pillow. He never saw her leave.

She walked out of town. She had no idea where she would go and at the moment did not care. The sound of motorcycles barely registered before they swept into view. She ignored them and kept walking until a huge biker blocked her. She went to step around him when he grabbed her wrist.

"Lost?" asked a deep, soft voice. She looked up at him. His eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, long black hair swirled around his shoulders, and his muscular body held the big motorcycle easily balanced while he kept her wrist in his hand.

"Hey, Demon!" called one of the other bikers, "either bang the bitch or let's go!"

Demon saw the flare of anger in her eyes, yet she had not struggled in his grip. "Go ahead," he said, "I'll catch up." With a roar, the others took off. Demon took off his sunglasses. She found herself held by hypnotic amber eyes. "You don't like being called a bitch, do you?" he asked softly.

"Not bitch. Not whore. Not slut," she snarled. 

He pushed the kickstand down to steady his bike. "Tell me," he commanded. Before she could stop herself, she told him everything. By the time she finished, he was holding her against his muscular chest, stroking her hair and back, comforting her, giving her the touch her boyfriend had not. When he kissed her, she yielded, her lips parting under his, her arms around his waist.

"Hey! Take your hands off her!"

She stiffened. Demon's eyes glittered. "Is he...?" She nodded. "Do you want to go back with him?" She shook her head, no. Demon looked over at the man she had left. "You lost her when you abused her trust," he said with cold softness. "She's mine now." And he stood up, looming over seven feet tall. His gleaming amber eyes made the other man shiver. Suddenly afraid, he went back to his car and left.

Demon looked down at her. "Mine?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied softly. He put her on the back of his bike. She held him tight, her breasts pressed hard against his back, her hands warm on his bare stomach. He turned off the highway and rode along a dim track deep into the woods. In a small clearing, he stopped and parked. 

"To keep you safe from the others," he said, "I must take you and mark you as mine."

She shivered slightly and looked up into his amber eyes. Could she give herself to another so soon after the betrayal she had at the hands of her former boyfriend? And what would she be getting herself into by being with a biker named Demon? She had often wondered what it would be like to have a strong man, a master. This looked like her chance to find out. She knelt before him, head bowed, offering her crossed wrists.

Her trust pleased him. "Remove your clothes," he said softly. She did so quickly, folding and laying them aside. He had quickly stripped and his penis had begun to swell. He knelt in front of her. He caressed her cheek. "This will be fairly quick," he said softly as he gathered her in his arms. He kissed her, feeling her silky skin against his. Her hips rocked against him as he aroused her. He laid her on the ground, held her arms over her head and plunged into her. 

She arched, gasping in shock and pain as he forced her to accept the most enormous penis she had ever felt. He thrust again. He thrust again. He was huge! He took her quickly, bringing her to a shattering orgasm as he pulsed his own deep into her. She lay quivering under him, her hips still rocking against him. He still held her hands over her head. His free hand caressed her cheek. "I have taken you," he said softly, "now I must mark you as mine."

"Please," she moaned, writhing on his still hard penis, "please stay in me when you do it." He felt so good!

"Yes," he agreed softly. He picked up a huge knife and showed it to her. The he leaned down to her breast. She arched to his lips. He sat up, straddling her hips, keeping her impaled on his massive penis. He caressed her left breast, gripping it in his large hand, squeezing it. She moaned, her hips moving against him. With slow deliberation, he carved a small pentagram in the taut skin of her breast and then a sigil for his name in the center.

She was whimpering when he finished, her blood seeping over his hand. He leaned down to lick her breast. His tongue moved over the carving, removing the blood. When his lips closed over the carving, she convulsed in orgasm caressing his monstrous penis with her intense spasms. He held her tight until her orgasm faded then he slowly withdrew from her. He held her a few more minutes. Then he had her dress, leaving her panties and bra behind. Her shirt was left open, the tails tied at her waist. He pushed the fabric aside to kiss his mark on her breast. She moaned, arching to his lips.

He put her back on his motorcycle and started down the highway. He soon caught up with the others. There were a few grins as they saw her behind him. He moved to the front of the pack and led them all to their camp. When they stopped, he put her in front of him and bared her breasts showing his mark. 

"She is my woman," he said with cool softness, "not a camp bitch or whore or slut. Mine." His cold golden gaze looked over the others. They shifted nervously and everyone nodded agreement. "Strip, woman," he whispered in her ear. Trembling, she complied. The other bikers watched her, shifting a bit. "Kneel." She went to her knees, back straight. She felt something cool around her throat. A chain collar. HIS chain collar. She quivered, aroused. "Show them," he whispered, "show them you are mine." 

She unzipped his pants to free his massive penis. Then, moaning softly, she began kissing the hot weight in her hands. Her lips and tongue caressed his hardening length, savoring the taste of him, taking him as deep into her mouth as she could. His hips moved slowly as her mouth and tongue sucked on him. A hoarse grunt, a hard jerk, and he exploded into her throat. The bikers watched her throat convulse as she greedily swallowed every drop of his fiery ejaculate. She cleaned him with her tongue then leaned against his thighs. His hand caressed her head. He looked down at her. "Shall I share you?" Her arms tightened around him, she kissed his penis again.

"If you wish," she murmured. He looked deep into her eyes. He could see that she really did not want to accommodate all of them, yet she would if he required it. He had asked, not just handed her to them. He caressed her again.

He looked at the others. "One time only," he said, "you may share my woman. One time only. Then never again." She lay back as the gang lined up. It took hours and each one made sure she had a hard orgasm before he withdrew from her. She was limp and throbbing when the last one slowly withdrew from her.

Then Demon was with her, holding her in his arms, caressing her. "You did well, woman," he murmured, "I am pleased." She put her arms around him. 

"Please, Master," she breathed, "take what is yours." And he mounted her, plunging deep into her tender body. She arched and convulsed in an immediate orgasm. Another savage thrust. She writhed under him, wanting the sweet pain of his monstrous penis in her on and on. He took his time, savoring her body, the intense caressed of her orgasm on his steel hard penis. He took her to sated exhaustion and beyond until her only focus was the huge, steely organ penetrating her convulsing body again and again. And again...



A New Beginning



This is a tale of a possible future for all of us. It is a story of a world gone awry, and of survivors, and how everyones' lives changed. This is an erotic tale, and is not meant to offend anyone, so please be aware of these facts.

A NEW BEGINNING

This is a tale of a possible future for all of us. It is a story of a world gone awry, and of survivors, and how everyones' lives changed. This is an erotic tale, and is not meant to offend anyone, so please be aware of these facts.

Karen walked beside her husband of nineteen years, her mind in a turmoil. "How could this be happening?" she thought. "I know we have been warned about this since my grandmother was a child, but not one of us dreamed this would come to pass."

The truth was, it had come to pass, and she, her family, and everyone in the Northern hemisphere was now caught in a great global wintering. First the "global warming", bringing the melting of the polar caps and glaciers, devastation caused by multiple tsunamis, the oceans enlarging by the huge increases of water released by the melting ice, cities along the Eastern and Western seaboards of the United States under water, Great Britain nearly destroyed, and other countries with similar disasters.

Then, after many years of the warming, new polar caps formed, causing a slight change in the balance of the earth, and the cold weather came. It had taken generations, but now the United States was slowly becoming uninhabitable, and those who could find a place in the warmer climates to settle, were doing so.

Most of the countries offering work and housing were in Africa and surrounding nations, and they were extremely hospitable to young, healthy Americans with good job skills, as long as they had attractive white wives and daughters. Asylum came with a price. Their women for a life in a livable climate.

"I can do this", Karen told herself.  "I've been married to David for fifteen years, and I have been faithful, but I was a "player" when I was young. How bad can this be?" As she walked to the steps of the Embassy of the African country offering her family a job and a place to live, she reminded herself that this was for her family.

A guard took their documents, and after looking them over, picked up an inter- office communicator, conversed for a minute or so in his home language, and turned to them. "Mr. Mgtofomo is sending someone to escort you to his office." he informed them. "Please be seated." 

Soon a young, attractive blond of about 24 came down the corridor, approached them and identified herself as one of Mr. Mgtofomo's assistants. As they walked down the hall, Karen noticed that all of the embassy staff were comprised of black men, very fit in appearance, regardless of their age, and white women of varying ages from late teens to early forties. 

"Are all of these women American?" Karen asked . "Not at all" the pretty young girl, who had introduced herself as Deanna, answered. "Some are English, German or from other European countries. The men of the Union are open to all countries with white inhabitants." 

The Union, she then announced, consisted of many of the African Nations, joined together for financial and political power. Because of the conditions of the climate, this Union was now exercising it's newfound power by subjugating the inhabitants of previously powerful white nations. To be specific, all of the female family members of those selected for immigration are considered fair game for the black cocks of their African hosts.

Karen had heard rumors, she and David had talked about the stories they had heard, and decided that for the sake of the family, they had to try to get in the immigration pool. So here she was, putting her body on the line for their chance. She was curious, she'd heard stories of the virility of these men, their dominant behavior towards women and girls, and the size of their sexual organs. On the one hand, she was repelled by the thought of what she was about to do; but she was excited, stimulated to the point she could feel the wetness between her legs, as she walked to the office of Mr. Mgtofomo.

"He is very good as a lover. He has a lot of staying power; he knows how to touch you in places never awakened; and he is huge. One of the biggest, and I've had most all of the Africans in this Embassy. All of us working here will eventually go to the Union, and we all are looking forward to our new lives, and the men we will belong to." Deanna enthused. "Just relax, go with the flow, and enjoy yourself. You'll like it. A LOT! I assure you."

Karen and David glanced at each other as they reached the door, Deanna pausing and gesturing at the door. Karen reached out and touched her husband's hand, and he squeezed it affectionately. They entered, and Deanna introduced them to their case officer. He was tall, not overly handsome, but not ugly, and muscular for his age, which appeared to be in his mid forties. 

Soon, the initial queries were dispensed with, and Karen found herself relaxing in the presence of this large, powerful man, who held the future safety of her family in his hands.

"You will address me, and any other members of the embassy staff, as Sir, and you will find that when you arrive in the Union, it will soon become second nature." he advised them with a smile. 

"Contracts have been drawn up outlining the conditions of your immigration to our lands. Please take time to read them." He then placed papers on the desk in front of them. 

"As you can see, there are several basic conditions of your terms of employment and immigration. You will work in your fields of expertise." 

"Karen, your first obligation is to your husband's employer. He is your families' makabichi, or guardian, and your protector. However, if you are working, you may have to negotiate with your employer to continue with this responsibility, because he is also your makabichi, and as such, may also want you." 

"David, you must accept these conditions and help your wife in this matter. The Union allows immigrants who agree to the basic condition that all wives and women of age under the laws on the Union are receptive to sexual union with the husband's employer, as they are, technically mahawara, or concubine." 

The man who held their future in his hands continued. "Your daughter will also become one of your employers' many white mahawara. But don't worry. We have found that all young white immigrants have readily accepted these conditions. Many with relish."

"You may be required, Karen, to also accommodate your guardians' family, friends, or business associates. How do you feel about all of this? Do you think you can make the adjustment?" Is your body responding to the implications of the agreement you are entering? And in what way?"

Karen thought for a while before responding. "We'd heard rumors, of course; and I have thought about it. I mean, becoming a partner to someone other than David. It is somewhat exciting, sex with another man, especially a black one. I hadn't considered the possibility that there would be other men involved, but I think – no! I know I can handle it."

"But what about your body?"

"I am becoming excited, and turned on-"

"What is this turned on?" asked her questioner.

Karen blushed and replied "It means my body is responding as if it were preparing for sex." She hesitated and continued "My nipples are getting hard, and my panties are getting wet."

Mr. Mgtofomo leaned back in his chair, and smiled. "you understand this interview determines whether you will immigrate or not?" When both David and Karen nodded, he continued "One of the perks of this position is my obligation to determine if applicants are truly in agreement with the contract. Would you please come here beside me, and remove your clothing?"

"Must I, here, in front of my husband? Isn't there somewhere we can go, in private?"

"Oh, we can go somewhere else, if you prefer. That is, if you don't want to fuck in front of your husband. But he must see you bare your body to me. That will indicate his agreement in this business."

Karen rose, unbuttoned her blouse, laid it upon her chair. She then removed her skirt, putting it with her blouse. She stood there; an extremely attractive 37 year old blond, 5',4" tall, 112 lbs, with a curvy body with fairly large, breasts and a trim waist above a well rounded behind. Without thinking, she threw her breasts forward and placed her hand upon her hips, enhancing her beauty.

The black man behind the desk looked at her, and she could see the glimmer of anticipation in his eyes as he motioned her to his side. "Now, the rest." he demanded. 

Karen felt a delicious tremor through her body, and she reached behind her to release her bra, and she held the garment against her breast as she looked in his eyes. H didn't have to ask – she threw the bra on the chair, and waited. She saw him look down at her panties; so she pulled her last piece of clothing off, placed it with the rest, and waited again.

She didn't have to wait long. His large black hand reached towards her breast, and she instinctively leaned to place her breast in his hand. His thumb rubbed her nipple, and it responded immediately to the caress. 

"Beautiful," he breathed. "I love women with large aureoles, like yours. And I can see you are excited."

"That's not the half of it," she thought, as she moaned quietly. 

But not quiet enough, as David heard her respond. He was both excited and repelled; as he watched this man who held both of her breasts now, who leaned forward, looking into her eyes, and seeing agreement, gently licked one, then the other, of her nipples. 

"Oh, God," she thought, as she placed both hands behind his head and caressed him, as he licked, sucked, and bit her breasts lightly. "I'm ready to cum already, and he hasn't even touched my pussy." 

As if he could read her mind, his hand reached down and tickled the hair between her legs. She shuddered violently, and she opened her legs to give him fuller access to her body. She lowered her head and kissed Mgtofomo on the lips; tentatively at first, then with obvious passion.

"Go ahead, you know what to do next." he whispered into her ear. 

She kissed him again, and smiled as she unbuckled his belt and released his fly. She then looked at her husband as she reached inside, found his cock ; and pulled it out of his clothing. 

"God, it's really big." she said with a whisper, as if to herself. "Admit it!" she told herself. "You knew long before you came to this building today that you would have to give your body to one or more of the officers of this embassy to obtain immigration status, and you will have to accept your husbands employer and who knows how many others between your legs in the months and years to come. You are excited and ready to do this!" 

She gently tugged on the shaft in her hand and was mesmerized by the change caused by her ministrations. As she watched, it became longer and fuller, until she could not touch her fingers as they encircled the black cock. She didn't notice Mgtofomo's hand reach under the desk and press a button. 

The door opened immediately and Deanna entered the room. Karen looked over at her in embarrassment but continued to stroke the cock in her hand. 

"I told you so!" Deanna whispered as she passed by Karen to approach her machabichi. She smiled at him as she came to his side. 

"Why don't you give David a tour of our building, and introduce him to some of your coworkers?" he asked. 

"Certainly." she replied, as she walked over to David, took his hand, pulling him from his seat. David looked back at his wife as He and Deanna walked out of the door. 

Karen looked up at the man seated in front of her, and kissing him passionately, she then fell to her knees. She had practiced fellatio for some years, but was not comfortable with it, but she found herself looking forward to taking this huge black cock in her mouth. She licked the head, tentatively at first, then with relish. Because it was so large, she had trouble getting it in her mouth, but she prevailed; and began pumping the cock in her hand as she sucked upon the large head in her mouth.

Mgtofomo chuckled, stood up, and pulled Karen to her feet. He then stuck his middle finger in her cunt to the hilt. She gasped, and nearly fell to the floor, but he had her firmly in his grip, one hand upon her elbow, and the other in the center of her passion. 

"You are quite wet." he announced. "Are you ready for some African cock?" 

Karen moved her hips against the wiggling finger exploring her moist channel, and said against his mouth as she kissed him. "Oh yes, please. NOW!" 

He handed her his pants, as he pulled them from his legs, and told her to pick up her clothing, and follow him. She did so, and trotted to catch up to him as he pressed upon a panel, causing a hidden door to open.

Karen gasped in wonder as she entered the room. "This is so beautiful" she said as she entered, taking in all of the rich colors an accouterments, the elegant furniture, and the double king size bed. 

The lighting was subdued and romantic; music gently caressed the air and there was a small table with food, cheese, fruit and champagne by the bed. The bed clothing had been turned down, and Karen realized that this was planned all along, and she spoke of it to her host.

"But, of course!" he laughed as he gathered her in his arms. "All applicants either end up in this room, or they go home to remain. This is all part of your interview."

"May I ask how many times you've conducted interviews in this Room?' she inquired. 

Mgtofomo thought for a moment and replied "Once or twice daily, five or six days each week, for Fourteen months now." Karen was staggered by the sheer numbers, as she calculated these figures in her head.

Mgtofomo lay down upon the bed, looked into her eyes and ordered "Join me now, please." He knew he must press the advantage, keep her a little off balance, to complete her first step into her new life as a woman for the men of the Union.

Karen walked to the edge of his bed, turned and moved to the bottom of the bed, then crawled up towards the naked black man lying against pillows by the headboard. She kissed his feet, then his calves, and his thighs. She looked down at his cock, which was fully erect and pulsing so strongly she could see it move. 

She didn't touch it with her hands, but took it into the sanctuary of her mouth. She smiled when she heard him groan, and began gently suckling on it as she bobbed head up and down. Mgtofomo began undulating his hips up and down, trying to obtain maximum pleasure from her mouth.

Finally she placed her small hand around his shaft, and began a pumping motion as she kissed his stomach, his nipples, throat and finally his lips as she continued to play with his cock. She took her other hand and found his hand, and pulled it to her breast, and moaned in lust as he played with her nipple, tugging and pinching. She then put his hand on her hot, wet cunt. 

"See how hot and wet I am for you?" she whispered in his ear. "Put your big, black African spear in my pussy." 

She rolled over on her back, placing her legs on either side of her head, and whispered "Please." 

Mgtofomo raised himself between her legs, and ordered "Put it in your body yourself. This is a necessary part of your relationship with any man of the Union. It reaffirms your wish to serve while you live in our Union. Do you understand?"

She reached out, took hold of his cock, pumped it for a while, and placed it at the entrance to her love channel. 

"No man has been there except David since our marriage." she thought. "Well, this is a new era with a new beginning." Then she thrust her hips forward to accept this new cock into her cunt.

"Oh, My God!" She screamed. "Ungh!, Ungh! Ungh!" she moaned as her new lover pumped forcibly into her body. His rhythm was animal like and fierce, and her body was thrown into a powerful orgasm, so strong she found she couldn't breath. 

Mgtofomo continued with his thrusting, cleverly moving his hips and or his pelvis to change the friction between their sexes onto different points of her sheath. She screamed again, and began her own counter thrusts, as her eyes opened wide in her orgasms, until she literally saw stars.

"Oh, God! I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Please - - please--------PLEASE!-----CUM WITH ME!"

He ground his loins against hers and buried his shaft as deep as he could, as she ground up against him, her buttocks raised off the bed; as she felt the hot stream of his own climax. And that triggered a climax in her body stronger than she had ever experienced.

Her heart racing, she lay there under this man, a man she had only met minutes ago; but a man she knew would introduce her to a new land, new cultures, and new partners in heart pounding sex. 

After a long while of lying together, idly caressing each other, Mgtofomo turned to her and asked "What was that about. I mean, your crawling up the bed, kissing my body as you came?" 

Karen laughed and replied, "I read a lot, and I remember reading somewhere that most countries with multiple marriages and concubines have the custom that a man's partners approach his bed in that manner, showing her subservience to him"

Mgtofomo laughed with great relish. "I think this will be a new custom in the Union, and all men of the Union will have you to thank for it. You will be honored for this!"



A New Beginning



It was almost a year since Arnold's wife and son died in a freak car accident. He loved both very much, and the memories hurt to much for him to stay in Ireland any longer. Arnold was 35, still attractive looking, 6'3", dark hair blue eyes, well built, 180 lbs, but the emptiness in his face showed, and he felt twice his age. So in a desperate attempt, Arnold packed up and left for the country where so many of his forefathers went in desperate times, America.

Arnold was well educated, had his degree in Software Engineering, so he had no problem getting into the States. Even though, he like almost everyone else in Ireland, had relations in the States, he wanted to forget his old life and try to start anew. He had plenty of money after his wife died, the insurance of both his wife and child, plus the money he made selling his house, left his financially secure. 

Florida was the place he picked. The sun and sea were what he loved. He spent many a long evening looking across the Atlantic from the west coast of Ireland, feeling its freedom, dreaming, thinking of what he would do now. Arnold got to Florida, and spent a few nights in an hotel near the sea. He searched the adds for a job and an apartment. Within a week he had gotten himself a job at an all girls college, teaching computer science. He had a number of years work experience, knew several computer languages, and had several references which secured him the job.

It was an exclusive college, for 'rich kids'. It was the sort of college that girls were sent to, to teach them 'proper' behavior and give them a broad background in the field they were most interested in. Arnold only thought colleges like this existed in England for the upper class. Class discrimination also existed in the States. There were very few male lecturers in the college, but they had a hard time getting someone of sufficient standard for the college, and Arnold's background was everything they were looking for, they couldn't refuse him.

He was introduced to his class Monday by the head Mistress.

"This is Mr. Arnold ladies. He is your new instructor for computer science."

It was a class of 25 girls. They were about 18 to 20 years old. And everyone looked beautiful. It was apparent they were from rich backgrounds, and all well dressed. The college had no uniform as such, but 'encouraged' the girls to dress well, as 'proper' ladies.

"I'll leave it to you Mr. Arnold then." she told Arnold.

"Hi. I'm Arnold More, and as you may have noticed from my accent, I'm from Ireland. I'm going to teach you about computers, how they work and how we can make them do what every we want. The bulk of the material will be based around computer languages .... "

Arnold continued on. The nervousness was apparent in his voice, but after the hour was up, he had settled into it. Afterwards he realized how much he enjoyed it, and how much it helped him take his mind of his troubles for the first time. 

He finished up early, and continued to look for a suitable apartment near the college. But he had no luck.

After a week in college, and getting to know most of the other lectures, a teacher named Heidi offered Arnold an apartment. Heidi was 5'8", blonde, blue eyes and a beautiful body. 36C 24 36. She thought the girls stance.

"It's fairly big, two bedrooms, with a large living room, bathroom and kitchen." Heidi replied. "Are you interested?"

"Yes, great!" Arnold replied. "I've been looking for a place for weeks now. Anything will do."

That weekend Arnold moved in. 

"Hi Arnold." Heidi greeted him. "This is Francess, she shares my room."

"Hi Francess. Nice to meet you." Arnold said.

"Hi." was all Francess said, in a cold voice. Francess was Italian decent. Dark brown wavy hair, that went down just past her shoulders. She was also 5'8", with dark brown eyes. She had a fabulous body, 37D 24 36. Arnold was a bit puzzled by the cold reception he got from Francess.

Heidi showed Arnold around. His room was small, but not too small, there was a double bed, and it was nicely decorated. But the main attraction for Arnold was the view of the sea. There were big glass sliding doors that led out to an open balcony of the 8th floor apartment. And the sea was only about 600 yards away. The sound and smell of the sea was beautiful.

"Interested?" Heidi asked Arnold.

"Yes, definitely!" Arnold replied.

"Francess was here first. It's really her apartment I guess, but the rent is just that bit too much, and we decided to get someone else. Francess works at a near by electronics company. Excuse her attitude, but she isn't that interested in men. We have had a few girls, but they left, or it was too expensive for them."

Suddenly it clicked in Arnold head. Not having experienced any thing like this back home, it came as a bit of a shock, but it didn't matter to him.

"Are you two ... well are you both ... 'intimate'?" Arnold asked. 

"Yes we are lesbians." Heidi replied. "Is that a problem?"

"No no!" Arnold replied blushing, "I just didn't realize. It really make no difference to me."

"Good!"Heidi replied. "That's the reason other women left. But if you want to bring other girls back her, or what ever your preference is, that's OK with us."

"Oh I don't think there will be much of that." Arnold said, as his past came gushing back in his mind.

After a few weeks Arnold settled into his new life. He began to enjoy himself as the smile came back to his face. The college offered him a new responsibility as he did his best to educate the girls, realizing he was part of forming their future. Heidi and Francess were also a new realization for him, and opened his eyes. At first he couldn't figure out how Heidi could be teaching girls to act proper, when she led a lesbian life herself. But soon he found out she was as normal as anyone.

Heidi was always full of life. And every morning she came into the kitchen usually with a sort dressing grown, sometimes with only her panties and bra on. Heidi and Francess got used to Arnold, and soon didn't think anything about walking around half naked in front of him. Arnold didn't think anything much about it himself at first. Gradually he began to notice just how beautiful they were.

Heidi's breasts were fairly big and firm. She had nice sized pink nipples, he could see them through some of her bras. Some were see through. Her breasts didn't wobble or giggle about much when she walked. She had a beautiful round ass, which Arnold soon got to adore. Francess had a fabulous body also. Her darker skin was very attractive to him. Her larger breasts were fabulous, truly her best assets. She had very full round breasts, with dark brown nipples, surrounded by large aureole. Her breasts tended to wobble a bit more in her skimpy bras as she walked. She had a firm body, firm tight ass, she worked out often, and spent a lot of time at the local gym.

Soon the life returned to Arnold's penis also. The hormones began to ebb and flow again. He looked forward to seeing them walk around the apartment in their underwear. The bulge in his pants also showed the women just how much he liked them. The two girls just teased him more. Arnold of course realized this but dare not ever make a move. Sometimes he got a glimpse of Heidi naked as she walked from her room to the bathroom.

The summer came, and the heat rose to the 100s. Arnold still went to college in his crisp shirt and tie and dark colored pants, just what was required. But it was too hot for any underwear. The girls themselves, dressed well, mostly in short skirts, and white blouses. It was always required for them to remain decent at all times. 

At Arnold sat at his computer, in front of the girls during their two hour tutorial, he found himself looking at them, admiring their young firm bodies. Looking at their tanned long legs underneath their desks, Arnold stared at them, one girl in particular. She was in the front, and had a very short skirt. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to solve the problems Arnold had set for them, her skirt rode higher and higher. Arnold could only stare as her panties came into view each time she crossed her legs. Other girls in the class saw him stare.

Suddenly he was wakened from his trance as the girl whose legs he was staring at called him:

"Mr. More!" She called.

Arnold blinked and looked at her.

"Yes Jessica." he replied.

"Can you help me a minute, please sir?" Jessica asked with a big smile.

Arnold rose from his seat immediately and waked towards Jessica, it was only as he started to walk did he feel his erection causing a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Unfortunately, almost half the class noticed his bulge also. Arnold was blushing as he walked around the desk towards Jessica, unable to hide his erection. He could hear some giggles echoing around the room.

He stood by Jessica, with one hand on her terminal screen, the other on the back of her chair, looking at the screen, trying to brush off his 'unfortunate' situation. Jessica just stared at his bulge.

"Yes Jessica?" he asked.

Jessica snapped out of her little trance and explained her problem to Arnold. Every now and then she took small glances at his crotch while talking, looking at his still hard cock.

Arnold, even though he was concentrating on the problem, looked at Jessica now and then, and at her legs. Her long legs, and firm thighs, were clearly on show for him. Jessica had pulled back to give Arnold better access to the terminal. As he explained to Jessica the solution, he looked down, and couldn't avoid her spread legs. Jessica realized this and spread her legs a little more. Her skirt was displaying almost her entire legs.

Arnold became more and more distracted, and stuttered his way through the explanation. His cock hadn't felt this hard in a long time. Then he saw Jessica raise her right leg and rest her ankle on her left leg, like a man usually would, with legs spread. She stared in Arnold's eyes, looking very interested in his explanation. She glanced at his bulge now and then. Her skirt was now bunched up around her waist, exposing all her legs and silk white lacy panties. Arnold couldn't take his eyes off her. For the first time in years Arnold realized how horny he felt. Pictures went through his mind. Wondering how it would feel to touch her .. to bury his face between her soft thighs .. to taste her pussy .. 

The bell went.

Everyone got up and left. Jessica rose, and Arnold watched her skirt fall back into place, covering her panties and the tops of her thighs. Arnold came back to reality, and felt Jessica press into him as she got up to leave. She brushed his cock with her hand as she passed.

"Bye Mr. More." Jessica smiled.

"Err ... yes, bye Jessica, we'll continue this the next time." He replied.

Jessica left giving him a wink and a smile.

Arnold was confused. He had mixed feelings and thoughts. He had flash backs of his wife and child, but the pain was less. He was also confused about the girls. He hadn't felt that horny in such a long time. But he knew he would have to keep his hormones at bay at work. He would surly loose his job if he ever had any sexual relationship with any of the girls.

He walked the beach as he had done so many times since he got here, thinking, sorting his mind and mixed feelings. As he strolled the beach he saw all the beautiful bodies sprawled out in the sun. The heat sun, sea, sand, tits and pussy was getting too much for Arnold so he went home.

As he entered the apartment, he could hear Heidi and Francess in the bedroom. They didn't hear him come in. 

"Oh yes fuck me, stick it in deep Francess baby. You fuck so good ... yes Ohhh fuck ... YES!"

Francess and Heidi were at it again. It was like so many other times. He would hear them often through the thin walls at night. The buzzing of the vibrators, the moaning, screaming. They seemed to be at it all the time lately.

Arnold walked towards his room, and noticed they left their door half opened. He stopped and stared. Francess had a huge 10 inch strap on dildo, and was fucking Heidi. He could only see them from behind. Heidi was lying on her back, legs spread. While Francess was between her legs pumping away at Heidi. Her firm ass looked beautiful as it pumped up and down between Heidi's wide spread legs. The sweat was rolling down her back, dripping down between the cheeks of her ass, down towards her pussy. What a beautiful sight Arnold thought.

"Bet you wish this was Arnold's cock pounding into that tight pussy of yours, don't you bitch!" Francess said as she fucked Heidi. 

Arnold nearly dropped when he heard this. He opened his pants and pulled out his already stiff cock. It was a long time since he felt it like this. It felt so good as he ran his fingers up and down the length of his 8 inch cock. As he stroked his cock, looking at the two women fucking, Francess slowed down, and stopped. She flopped back on the king size bed, and Heidi sat up. She instantly saw Arnold. Arnold froze, with this fist clenching his rock hard cock. She only smiled and said nothing. Francess was flat out, eyes closed. Heidi was so beautiful. 

Heidi then laid back and picked up the nearby vibrator. She spread her legs and switched it on. She inserted it into her pussy. Every now and then she'd take it to her lips, sucking her own cum off it. She stared at Arnold as she did it. Arnold resumed his masturbation. Even lying back on the bed, her tits stood proudly up. There was only a slight sag to the side. Her nipples, although not long like Francess', were much thicker when erect. Her labia were red and swollen, and as she slipped the vibrator in and out, her pussy lips clung to the side of the vibrator, kissing it. Arnold could only stare at her bare pussy, how he wished it was his cock and not the vibrator that was sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. He wasn't able to see Francess' pussy, the strap on dildo was covering it. But he guessed it was also shaved because he couldn't see any hair at all. After a few minutes Heidi started bucking off the bed, moaning, and Cuming. She clenched her eyes shut.

When she came back down, and opened her eyes, Arnold was gone. Arnold was in his room, lying back on the bed naked, cock in hand. Pulling furiously on his big fat cock. It felt so good as he pumped his fist up and down his cock. Soon he felt the cum boiling deep in his balls. The pre-cum was already running down the sides of his cock, he rubbed it into the big bulbous purple head of his shiny cock.

"Ohhhhh! Fuuuuuck!" he roared.

His whole body tensed up, he raised his hips off the bed, suddenly his cum burst up his cock, spewing it a few feet into the air. He came for a long time sending spunk flying every where, most of it landed in a large pool on his chest and stomach.

Then just as he was stopping coming, the door burst open and Heidi stood there naked.

"Are you all right Arnold..... oh sorry!" Heidi said. "I thought something was wrong when I heard you roar, but it looks like everything is fine."

Heidi stared at arnold's cock. It was still rock hard, still twitching in arnold's cum covered hand. Arnold jumped off the bed, startled.

"Oh....I'm fine...I was just .... well I guess you see. Sorry I didn't mean to shout ...." Arnold said.

"It's OK Arnold, I understand." Heidi cut in. "I guess we make a bit of noise much the same now and then too."

Heidi stared at Arnold's now still stiff cock. Cum was dripping down his chest and stomach, off his hand and cock also, it was every where. She stared at his shiny cock knob for a minute as it glistened with cum. Arnold stared at her for a minute also. trying to take in all of her beautiful naked body. His eyes were switching from her big firm tits, that stood so proudly out from her chest, to her glistening wet, bare pussy lips. Her nipples were a beautiful sight. He felt his cock remain as hard as ever, as he studied her.

"Well ... I'll leave you to clean up, bye!" Heidi finally said as she disappeared out the door, with a wide smile.

Arnold flopped back on the bed, exhausted, cock still hard.

"Oh boy, did I need that." he said to himself. Arnold felt a bit guilty of what he did. Both from masturbating, and from spying on Heidi and Francess making love, for which he apologized the next morning to Heidi. To get his mind of things, that weekend he bought himself a car, and spent the weekend driving around in his convertible, sight seeing. He drove up the coast on Sunday, and found a secluded stretch of beach. He parked the car and went for a swim.

Arnold loved to swim naked, especial in hot weather like this. He striped and ran in to the water, loving the feeling of the water caressing his body. The water felt so relaxing, and he floated on his back letting his cares and worries drift away.

Monday morning he felt fresh, and better than he did in a long time. The girls also seemed to look more beautiful than ever. Jessica looked as sexy as ever, as did they all. Today was a normal lecture class, no PCs. Arnold was at the board explaining more principles and concepts to them. Finally he gave them a problem to think about. Arnold walked down through the class, checking on them, helping them through the problem.

Jessica like most of the other girls, thought Arnold was good looking, and after his performance the week before with Jessica, they were out to impress Arnold with their bodies. Some of them were dressed more provocatively than usual. Jessica for one, was dressed in a short loose mini skirt. She had a halter top on, and it was obvious she was wearing no bra. Her smallish breasts, and hard nipples were clearly outlined by the top for Arnold to see.

Vivian was wearing colored leggings and a tight tee shirt. Vivian was tall with long legs, and very large breasts. Vivian measured 38DD 26 37, about 5' 10". A very attractive blonde.

" Mr. More!" Vivian called.

"Yes Vivian." Arnold replied.

Arnold approached Vivian, admiring her body, taking in those huge globes bursting through her shirt. As Vivian asked the question, Arnold's cock stiffened as he admired her body. She turned to face Arnold as he explained. Her long legs were spread as she sat, and the leggings were riding up the crack of her pussy, clearly outlining her already swollen labia. Arnold stared at her body, fumbling and stuttering as he answered. Vivian's nipples began to swell and harden, as they became more and more apparent.

Arnold managed to break free and went to the board. He called the classes attention as he wanted to explain Vivian's point to everyone. He wrote, and then faced the class, his cock was still rock hard, and remained hard as he looked at the girls, both Vivian and Jessica were exchanging glances at each other giggling, as were most of the others. They set Arnold up, and he knew it, but didn't care. If they wanted to see his cock, then so what. He didn't care now, but started to relax and enjoy the attention. His pants were a bit tighter than usual, and he still wore no underwear, so his hard cock was clearly outlined by his pants for them all to see.

He could see the girls staring at his hard cock and swollen cock knob. They seemed to gasp and admire his cock, as he did their beautiful bodies. By the end of the class a small wet patch appeared at the top of his knob where the pre-cum was oozing out his flared piss hole. Finally the class ended, and Arnold waited behind before leaving, waiting for his erection to subside, but it didn't drop much.

When he left the class Heidi was talking to Vivian and Jessica down the corridor and Arnold was walking their way.

"Mr. More!" Heidi called. "This sort of attire is not allowed in school. Are you aware of that?"

"Er .. no, no I wasn't Miss Redwood." Arnold replied looking bewildered. 




A New Beginning



"Well it's my job to teach these girls as I see fit. This is what their parents send them here for!" Heidi replied. "I want you two in my office at 4:30 this afternoon. You will also attend Mr More."

With that Heidi marched off. The girls looked at each other, then at Arnold. They knew what was inshore for them, Arnold didn't. Arnold was bewildered by it all. He never saw Heidi like that before, in such a defiant mood.

Arnold went to his office, and logged on to his PC. He was preparing for his next class, but started to browse the net instead. He found lots of erotic pictures, and got hard looking at them. Arnold then got up and took off his pants, and sat back at his desk with only a shirt on. He started to stroke his cock as he flicked through the pictures.

Knock Knock!

Arnold was startled and kicked his pants under the desk, he pulled his chair in closer to the desk to hide his bottom half. 

"Come in!" he answered.

Vina Carter walked in. She was one of Arnold's students, a very bright and very interested girl in Arnold's material. She was also very beautiful. Vina was dressed in a short light material skirt, that just went a few inches past the cheeks of her ass. She also wore a white blouse, standard dress in the school. She had a beautiful figure, 36C 24 34. She had long blond hair that went right down her back, she was constantly flicking it back over her ears.

"Sorry Sir." vina said. "I have this problem with my program, do you have the time to help me?"

"Sure!" Arnold said.

Arnold closed the window with the erotic pictures, and cleared a space on his desk for vina's program. Vina had a computer printout tucked under her arm, with her books. She was generally a very nervous girl, and the fact she fancied Arnold so much, made her even more nervous. 

Arnold leaned over the desk to hide himself more, as Vina approached the side of his desk. Just as she reached to get the program listing under her arm, it all fell over the floor as she fumbled for it.

"Oh NO!" Vina almost screamed. "I'm sorry Mr. More, I'll only be a minute."

Arnold was just about to help her, as he usually would do, but remembered his predicament. Vina bent over at the waist to pick up all the loose pages. As she did, her skirt rose. As she picked up more and more papers, the skirt rose more and more, until her ass was completely exposed. Arnold penis stiffened once more, hitting the wood under his desk.

Vina wore only a wispy pair of panties, and they were bunched up into the crack of her ass, exposing her beautiful ass for Arnold to admire. She continued to apologize as she went. Vina had a wonderful shaped ass, nice and full, but not too big. The cheeks of her ass were firm. How Arnold wished he could sink his cock between the cheeks of her ass, but he knew he must never do any thing like that. As he studied her ass, he noticed her skin wasn't as clear as her legs were. He could swear he saw red streaks across her ass. He wanted to ask, but soon she was finished and presented the problem to Arnold.

As she leaned over the table, Arnold could see her ample bosom down her blouse. His cock was aching at this stage, it felt like it would boor a hole in the desk it was so hard. After 20 minutes they struggled through the problem, and Arnold solved it. All though it, Arnold noticed how her hands shook so much.

"Vina do you mind if I asked you a personal question?" Arnold finally asked.

"No Sir, no not at all." Vina replied.

"I know you are nervous, but you are trembling with more than just nerves. I couldn't help but notice the red streaks on your ... bottom. Are you all right? Has someone hurt you?" Arnold asked.

Vina blushed crimson, and went silent.

"It's OK Vina," Arnold said, "you don't have to answer. I was just worried, I wouldn't tell a soul, I promise."

"Miss Redwood." Vina began. "She spanked me."

"Heidi Redwood spanked you? Why?" Arnold asked.

"If ever we step out of line or anything we get spanked." Vina said looking down.

"It looks very sore Vina. Are you all right? Did you put anything on it? Is she allowed to do this?" Arnold had a line of questions, his penis had now gone limp.

"Our parents sign a paper allowing her to do it. The main reason for this school is for discipline." Vina began. "We get spanked all the time, for the slightest thing, always by Miss Redwood. We are not allowed to put anything on it either. We are mend to remember it." 

Vina look mad now.

"Is it sore now Vina?" Arnold asked.

"Yes very sore Sir." Vina was almost crying at this stage.

"Here, I have some ointment in the drawer." Arnold said reaching back and opening the drawer. "To hell with her stupid rules!" 

Arnold was now mad, but didn't realize he had exposed himself to Vina. 

"Oh! Mr. More!" Vina gasped.

"Oh never mind that ... it's the heat." Arnold said. "Come around her and lift your skirt, I'll rub some of this into it." 

Vina came around and lifted her skirt with both hands, sticking her beautiful ass out to give Arnold better access.

"I'll just take these down first." Arnold said as he pulled Vina's panties down her long legs. 

Vina had to spread her legs slightly to let Arnold take her panties down. He noticed how damp her panties were. Arnold then opened his jar of cream and dabbed a blob of it on Vina's left cheek, then her right. Then using both hands, one on each cheeks, he gently rubbed the cream into Vina's cheeks.

"Oh thank you Mr. More ... that feels so good ... ooohhh yes, lovely ... so cool." Vina said.

Vina hoped Arnold didn't see the damp patch in her panties. Hoping he wouldn't know it was from him in the class that she got so turned by, and the dampness was the wetness from her tight pussy. A pussy no other man had ever entered.

Arnold's penis had hardened again. Her skin felt so smooth, so sensuous. He wanted to kiss her ass so bad, to suck her ass and pussy, and to sink his cock into her pussy. He worked the cream down to he tops of her legs also.

"There that should do it." Arnold said.

"No No don't stop!" Vina pleaded. "It's still a bit sore .. you didn't get it all yet!"

Arnold happily returned his right hand to Vina's ass. 

"Where did I miss you ... here" Arnold said trying to find the spot. 

"No left a bit ... left a bit more ... yes right there ... right in there ... oooooohhh yes Mr. More, your fingers are sooo good ... mimmmmm yes." Vina moaned, guiding Arnold's hand between the cheeks of her ass.

Arnold was feeling as horny as Vina now, as his fingers slid up and down between the cheeks of Vina's sweaty ass. Rubbing over her puckered ass hole.

"Vina I'm not sure if I should ...."

"Oh Mr More, please, don't stop." Vina interrupted him. "Just down a little more, it feels so good, please!"

Arnold couldn't resist this sweet sticky girl. He slid his finders down lower, between her legs as Vina instructed him, towards Vina's pussy. 

Neither could speak now, Vina could only moan, as Arnold slid his fingers across her pussy lips. Vina had little hair on her pussy. What little hair she had was as blonde as the hair flowing down her back. Vina arched her back and sucked in air, bucking against Arnold's hand. 

Arnold had his other hand on his cock, as he stroked it with the same pace as he stroked Vina's pussy. The friction of the cream on his hand felt wonderful on his cock.

"Please Mr. More, stick your finger into me ... oh oh oh yes yes yes!!" Vina moaned as Arnold slid his middle finger into her pussy.

He couldn't believe how tight she was until he probed deeper and touched her still intact hymen. Then he realized she was still a virgin. So he removed his finger and started to rub her clit. 

"Oh god Sir, oh god oh my god, I think I going to ..... YES YES Ohhhhhh fuck YES!" Vina moaned as she came like she never did before, pouring cum all over Arnold's hand. He had to take his other hand off his cock to steady her as she bucked furiously against his other hand. Soon she finished and Arnold quickly removed his hands. Vina turned and faced him.

"Oh Sir I sorry, I was just so ..." she could finish.

"Horny?" Arnold finished her sentence.

"Yes sir." she said looking down at Arnold's cock. "Oh my Sir! It's so big, I've never really seen one this close before, so big! Can I ... touch it?"

Arnold was in no mood to argue, he felt so horny himself. Before he could answer, Vina was on her knees with Arnold's thick cock in her hands pumping it.

"God Sir, I can hardly get my hand around it! Am I doing it right?" Vina asked.

Arnold was stretched back in the chair, eyes rolling in his head. 

"Oh you're doing fine, just fine Vina, just concentrate on that big shiny knob at the top." Arnold said.

"Wow!" Vina said. "Like this?"

"Oh yes like that Vina ... oh fuck yes!"

Vina continued to pump Arnold's big fat cock.

"I think maybe it would be better if I used some of that cream." Vina said.

Vina took a dab of cream from the jar and applied it to Arnold's cock, massaging it in to the skin.

"Gee Mr. More your cock is really shiny now." Vina said. "Look at how the veins bulge. Look at how shiny the top of your cock is. Are you ready to cum yet?"

Just as she said it Arnold moaned and let loose, sending spurts of white spunk into the air hitting Vina in the face. After the first few shots of cum hit Vina's face, she pulled back, and continued to pump and milk Arnold's cock for well over a minute. Vina held on with both hands, and the cum flowed down Arnold's shaft, onto Vina's hands, covering her with spunk.

When Arnold stopped Cuming, he opened his eyes and looked at Vina. She was smiling up at him, and liked the cum off her red lips, tasting Arnold's spunk.

"Mimmmm" Vina said. "It tastes lovely Mr. More!"

Vina licked her lips, then looked at her cum covered hands and liked them clean also, finally sucking each finger in turn, just like it was honey. She then starred at Arnold's deflating cock, smiled and looked at Arnold. Arnold knew what she was about to do, and she took his entire cock in her mouth. Sucking Arnold's cock clean of cum. She sucked it, kissed it, liked it, until not a trace of cum was left anywhere. 

"That was nice." Vina said as she stood up. "We must do this again some time sir! And look it all big and hard again." 

Arnold came to, and realized what happened. He sprang to his feet. 

"No Vina No! Never! Do you understand." Arnold suddenly panicked. "We can never do this. I could loose my job over this. Please, you must tell no one, and we can never repeat this, OK!"

"That's OK Mr. More." Vina replied reassuring him. "I promise, no one will ever know. It will be our secret."

With that she Kissed Arnold on the lips, grabbed her stuff and left. Arnold noticed how all her nervousness had gone. She was cured!

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At the end of the day, Arnold was recover from his 'little' experience with Vina Carter. He walked down the corridor to Heidi's office. She had a large office, with a secretary. Both girls were already waiting in the secretaries office. At 4:30 exactly Heidi Redwood buzzed her secretary:

"Send them in!"

The two girls entered followed by Arnold. He closed the door after him.

"OK you two, you know the rules! You must be dressed decently at all times! Prepare yourselves now!"

Then looking at Arnold she said: "As for you Mr. More, anything of this nature must be reported to me at all times. I shall explain out code of conduct to you later. Stand over there!" 

Arnold stood by and watched Vivian and Jessica strip. Jessica was punished for wearing no bra, and when she removed her mini skirt, it was apparent she wore no panties either. Vivian was punished for wearing leggings that exposed her vagina too much, and it was also apparent she also wore no underwear. Arnold watched as both girls stood with just their tops on. Jessica was first as Vivian stood by Arnold.

Jessica was bent at the waist, exposing her beautifully large bottom to Heidi. Heidi had a leather strap, about 2" thick in her hand, and proceeded to spank Jessica. Jessica's large bottom rippled with each slap. The leather strap left a red mark with each blow. Her ass was a really beautiful sight, one Arnold had dreamed about. He felt his penis stiffen as Heidi continued to spank Jessica. Heidi spanked Jessica all over. The large cheeks of her ass were red, as were the tops of her legs. Heidi seemed to be enjoying it all, and Arnold had to admit to himself that he too was enjoying the beautiful sight. The spanking wasn't too hard. Just enough to sting Jessica's bottom. Jessica didn't flinch or cry, but seemed to take it all quite well.

After about 25 slaps, Heidi finished, and Jessica automatically swapped places with Vivian. As Vivian leaned forwarded her large tits seemed huge as they strained against her shirt.

"OK Mr. More, I don't usually allow this, but just so you will take all this serious, you will apply the punishment just as I did." Heidi ordered Arnold.

Arnold was shocked, and couldn't speak as Heidi handed the strap to Arnold. He wanted to protest, but deep inside he wanted to try this. 

SMACK!

"A bit harder than that Mr. More!" Heidi ordered.

SMACK!!

"Yes that's better, 25 of those will do." Heidi said.

Arnold continued to spank Vivian, but at a slower pace than Heidi. Vivian was also enjoying being spanked, especially by Mr. More. She rotated her hips slightly at each spank. Arnold noticed how she had spread her legs more than Jessica, and he saw a glimpse of wetness forming between Vivian's legs. Arnold spanked Vivian just below her ass. Vivian bit her lip, trying not to make a sound, and stuck her pussy out as far as possible, bending more. Her pussy came into view quite plainly, and indeed Vivian was dripping wet.

Arnold's cock was bursting in his tight pants, and sweat was pouring out of him, he spanked her a little harder, enjoying every second of it now. He lost count, but just continued spanking Vivian's bottom, watching it wiggle and turn redder. Watching her pussy drip, wishing he could fuck her right her, right now, in front of everyone.

"Stop stop Arnold, that's more than enough!" Heidi call out.

Arnold came to, realizing what he was doing.

"Sorry ... I ... I lost count." he said.

All three women were looking at him. The two girls stared at his ragging hard on. Heidi noticed it a little later.

"OK you two, get dressed and get out!" Heidi ordered. "and I don't want to see you dressed like that again!"

Jessica and Vivian got dressed quickly and left giggling. Heidi turned to Arnold.

"Are you OK Arnold?" She asked. "You got a bit carried away. I know, it happens me too. But you have to control yourself." 

"Sorry." was all Arnold could say.

"By the looks of things you really enjoyed it, and I think they did too." Heidi said. "Come on, lets get home. I'll drive you."

On the short drive home, Heidi started a heart to heart talk with Arnold and they decided to go for a drink.

Arnold was drinking double whiskeys.

"I know you find these girls attractive, I do, but you must resist from doing anything stupid."

"It's not that easy." Arnold replied.

"You'll have to get laid Arnold, it's the only solution. Find yourself a woman!"

As Heidi continued her little lecture to Arnold, Arnold noticed how her skirt rose as she sat on the stool, giving him a wonderful view of her thighs. Her skirt rose up exposing the tops of her stockings. Arnold's cock was rock hard again, he couldn't take much more. His head was spinning, he felt so confused, couldn't concentrate anymore. Never before had he felt this bad. Heidi babbled on and Arnold didn't hear a word she said. 

" ..... so you see Arnold, we all need a little love, you have to get over your wife's death and get on with your new life. She would have wanted that."

These last words echoed in Arnold's mind, "she would have wanted that". Despite Heidi's babblings, she never spoke a truer word. He thought back to a time when he and his wife actually talked about this. Although it was in a half joking mood, there was never the less, truth and seriousness when they agreed that if ever the other should die, they would continue on living and neither would want the other to be alone for the rest of their lives.

Arnold started into space as he sat at the bar. Heidi got up to leave.

"Are you coming up of what?" she asked.

"Yea, I'm coming." Arnold finally said, and they left.

That evening it was Heidi's turn to do the cooking. All through dinner he just stared into space. Thinking.

"Come on cheer up!" Heidi said. "We'll watch a few videos to cheer you up, drink a few beers. Francess is gone for a few days. She's visiting an ex-girl friend of hers called Kelly. She went straight on Francess, that's the main reason she hates all men. Come on, help me clean up."

Arnold finally spoke and gradually came to.

"I guess you're right, I need a woman." he smiled.

After cleaning up Heidi went to take a bath. She was babbling to Arnold. Arnold entered the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the bath as they continued talking, about school, women, men, sex. Heidi and Arnold had become close and confided in each other like a brother and sister.

Arnold looked Heidi over as she lay back in the bath. Her wet blonde hair floated in the water. Her large breasts were sticking out of the water, partly covered with bubble bath. She had one leg lifted out of the water as she rubbed the sponge up and down her long leg. She had a beautiful light tan all over her body. Needless to say Arnold's cock was stiff as usual.

"...even though Francess still fancies this girl Kelly, I still love her. She's getting over it gradually, and I know she loves me to and wouldn't leave me for another woman."

The water just barely covered her flat stomach, and as she lay in the bath with her legs spread, Arnold could see her smooth bare pussy. She was now sponging down her breasts, rubbing the sponge over her tits and nipples. Arnold cold see her nipples harden and the water gently flow down the sides of her tits, gently clearing the soap and bubbles away.

"Do you, or did you ever fancy men?" Arnold asked.

"Nah, not really. I went out with some, had sex with some, but I never enjoyed it. I never had an orgasm with a man. They are quick and to the point. Most don't even know what foreplay is!" Heidi said. "Here, do my back please."

Heidi handed Arnold the sponge and turned over, keeping her head out of the water and exposing her back and glorious ass completely. She was resting on her elbows, and her legs were bent at the knees, sticking up in the air. Arnold came around and knelt on the floor. He gently brushed her wet hair over her shoulder and sponged her back. Heidi's ass was exposed to her air. The water formed in to a narrow stream between the cheeks of her ass, gradually disappearing to emerge between Heidi's slightly spread legs.

"Maybe you just haven't met the right man?" Arnold said.

"So did you have anyone in mind?" Heidi asked in a sarcastic tone, seeing Arnold's come on a mile away. "You just continue doing my back and forget about that! ... a bit lower please ... ah yes, that's the spot!"

Arnold moved down her back, rubbing her in a slow deliberate manner. After a few minutes, he moved the sponge over the cheeks of her ass, down the backs of her thighs, and back up, in long slow strokes. Heidi didn't seem to mind. So Arnold slowly concentrated on her ass more and more, till her formed small circular strokes around her ass, from cheek to cheek. Finally he went for it, and slid the sponge slowly between the cheeks of Heidi's ass. Down the valley, between her legs a bit. He dared not move under to her pussy.

"Ohhh yes ... mimmmm that's nice." Heidi moaned softly.

Arnold got a bit more bolder when he found Heidi enjoyed his administrations. Letting go of the sponge, he used just his hand. Heidi's smooth skin was such a turn on. Her ass felt so good as Arnold ran his hand all over Heidi's ass, and down the backs of her thighs, along the insides which were so sensitive. Heidi unknowingly, spread her legs more. Arnold traced his hand back up towards her ass, only a fraction from Heidi's pussy. He then slid his fingers into the crack of her ass, teasing her anus with his finger tips. Heidi was bucking back against Arnold's fingers, moaning.




A New Beginning



Slowly Arnold slid the top of his middle finger into Heidi's ass hole.

"No No Arnold, we can't do this." Heidi said as she suddenly realized what was happening.

Heidi stood up in the bath and smiled at Arnold.

"Hand me the towel please." She said to Arnold.

"Sorry," Arnold said, "I got carried away."

"Mmmm, you certainly did. So did I." Heidi responded. "You also got very carried away in my office too! I think you enjoyed spanking young Vivian a bit too much!"

Arnold watched Heidi dry herself. She looked to erotic as the water dripped off her body. Drips formed on the ends of her nipples and on the protruding lips of her pussy.

"You got a bit carried away too!" Arnold said.

"Yes I know. As I said, it gets difficult to control." Heidi said.

"Do you and Francess like spanking each other?" Arnold probed.

"No, she's not into that. Pity!" Heidi said.

Heidi put her robe on and left the bathroom.

"I'll get the video and the beer ready while you have a bath." Heidi ordered Arnold.

Arnold had only a quick shower. His cock stayed hard for so long now, he was committed to have some sort sexual encounter with Heidi. He had a cold shower to finish off, to try and cool things down a little.

Soon both were on the couch in their dressing gowns, drinking beer, and watching a video. It was a porn video. Arnold was surprised.

"Where did you get this?" Arnold asked.

"Oh me and Francess have a little collection, helps get us in the mood!" Heidi told him. "I thought you might like it also. It's a sort of a little reminder of today!"

Arnold didn't know what she mean until he saw the video. It was a lesbian video. It also showed them spanking each other. 

After a few hours of videos, they were drunk, and it was dark. Arnold looked over at Heidi. Her gown was open, and she was rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples with one hand, while fingering herself with the other. Arnold then took his gown off, and started to stroke his rock hard cock. It was already oozing pre-cum.

Heidi saw Arnold masturbating naked, so she got naked also. Soon the video was over, and Arnold turned on one of the lamps so they could see each other. Heidi became dominant and turned on so much by it. Suddenly she stood up in front of Arnold, put her hands on her hips and said:

"I'll have to teach you a lesson young man!"

She went to her room and returned quickly with a paddle.

"Now bend over the couch and be punished!" she ordered.

Arnold was so turned on by her, that he submitted to her, and got up to bend over the couch. 

SMACK!

"Take that!"

SMACK!

"And that!"

Heidi spanked Arnold hard. Soon his bottom was red, and he love it so much. After 30 spanks she stopped. Arnold rose and faced her, feeling his bottom stinging. Heidi looked at his rock hard cock and frowned at him.

"What are we going to do about you, I just don't know!"

Heidi chest was heaving, beads of sweat were forming on her body, she looked so beautiful. Arnold felt is ass turn to a very warm sensation.

Suddenly he grabbed her, sat down and put her across his knees. He took the paddle from her hand and started to spank her. 

"Hey!" Heidi shouted. "No way ... stop ... let me up ... don't you dare!"

Heidi wriggled and squirmed on Arnold's lap, but he was too strong for her. He held her down with his left hand, pressing on her back. He could feel her tits draped over his left thigh. His hard cock was pressing into her stomach. Heidi kicked her legs like she was swimming, trying to get off him.

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Oh you fucking bastard! Stop!!" She cried.

SMACK!

Arnold continued to spank her as hard as she did him. After much protest and abuse at Arnold, Heidi began to enjoy it, never being on the receiving end before.

SMACK!

"This is for Vina!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

"And for Jessica!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

"And for Vivian!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

"And for all the others!" Arnold shouted.

Arnold was in his element, all his frustration and anger and any other excess energies were released. He landed over 30 slaps on Heidi's large bottom. She glowed red when he was finished. 

Heidi was panting, not crying, and enjoyed it all, much to her surprise. She never felt so turned on before. He let her up and dropped the paddle. She knelt in front of him and they kissed for a long time. Arnold knelt in front of her also, and they rubbed each other ass as they kissed.

Arnold lifted her up on the couch and laid on top of her, Kissing her all over. Heidi's ass stung. He sucked her tits, kissed every inch of her body before ending on her pussy. Heidi spread her legs, and Arnold buried his head in her pussy. He kissed her bald pussy, licked all around her labia, before sticking his tongue deep within her.

He pumped her pussy for a long time, almost burying all four finger in her pussy. Arnold sucked her clit and flicked it with his tongue, making Heidi cum several times. He was just about to bury his cock in her dripping pussy, finally getting to fuck a beautiful woman in the pussy:

"No No Stop!" Heidi shouted.

"What??" Arnold replied. "I've been missing this for years, and you want me to stop!"

"No stupid!" Heidi replied, "Fuck me in the ass!"

Heidi got up, turned around, and with one leg kneeling on the couch, the other standing on the floor, she bent down, grabbing a cushion, and presented her red ass for Arnold to fuck. Arnold couldn't believe this. He never met a girl in Ireland who wanted to do this. It was all a dream come true.

Heidi's ass hole was already wet with her cum. She was dripping wet, and lying back made it all flow down the crack of her ass. She had a terrible itching sensation in her ass after the spanking and Cuming so much, she needed to be satisfied, and Arnold had just the thing!

Arnold placed the head of his cock at the entrance of Heidi's ass hole, and slowly slid it into her tight ass. Despite it being tight, he found it surprisingly easy to insert his cock. Heidi relaxed her ass, being used to it by francess fucking her so often, and all the dildos and vibrators that had been inserted in her over the years.

Arnold gradually got into a rhythm and fucked Heidi's tight ass, holding on to her hips as he pumped his cock into her. Heidi had one hand buried in her pussy, flicking and rubbing her clit. She was surprised at Arnold's stamina. He was sweating furiously, trying to make it last as long as possible. The sensation of Heidi's tight ass hole, and the sight of her beautiful ass was beautiful.

Heidi's tits swayed back and forth as Arnold fucked her. She came many times. It was the best sex she ever had. The feeling of a real hot thick cock in her ass was better than and rubber or plastic fake cock. The sensation of it sliding in and out with such vigor and determination was better than any vibrator. She wanted it to last forever.

"Yes Yes Arnold ... keep fucking me ... I love that cock of yours ... oh fuck YES! YES! I'm cummmming .... Oh Oh Oh!"

But Arnold couldn't last much longer, and he came with her, filling her ass with spunk, as spurt after spurt of cum filled her tight ass. Heidi felt him cum, and it sent her on one of the longest orgasm she ever had. She clenched the mussels in her ass as she came, milking all the fuck juice out of Arnold balls.

After a few minutes he was spent, and his balls drained. He plopped his shrinking cock out of Heidi's ass hole, and fell back on the couch panting. Heidi got up and turned around and lay on top of him. The feeling of her warm body was beautiful, as each experienced the after glow.

Soon both fell into a deep sleep, the feeling of Heidi's tits and nipples on Arnold's chest was beautiful, and the warmth of her pussy on his cock was so soothing. 

They slept till morning in each other arms. Arnold woke up feeling great. He never felt so good in years, but he felt the mixed emotions coming from Heidi. Things carried on as normal for Arnold at work. He was beginning to enjoy it more and more, looking forward to seeing his beautiful students each day. The girls didn't dress as daringly as before, blouse and underwear were worn, but Arnold got plenty of flashes of panties, and the tops of their stockings. Vivian and Jessica were particularly aggressive, they would come up to Arnold desk asking questions, leaning over exposing plenty of cleavage.

Arnold couldn't get over the size of Vivian's and her 38DD breasts, they were magnificent. She always unbuttoned a few extra buttons of her blouse when she came to class, and by the end of the session, she was very wet. She fancied Arnold so much, and loved looking at his hard cock, enjoying the power she had over it.

Arnold gave them a mid term test, and Vivian's results were very poor. He handed out the papers with the results on top, and he noticed the bitter disappointment in Vivian's eyes, she almost cried. So he thought he'd better talk to her after class, and told her to call to his office when she had the chance. She was bitterly disappointed and Arnold felt sorry for her. Suddenly she felt so stupid for the way she carried on up till now.

Arnold had gotten into the habit of sitting in front of his computer in his office, browsing the net looking at porn material. He loved to masturbate looking at the pictures, but only took his cock out of his pants, he dared not get caught with his pants down again. He had forgotten about Vivian's appointment, and her troubles, lost in his own little world, until Vivian knocked. She didn't even wait for a reply but entered after she knocked. Fortunately she didn't see what Arnold was up to because she was still so upset, and Arnold managed to cover up, and hide himself using the desk.

"Hi Mr. More." Vivian said in a very distressed tone.

"Hi Vivian, sit down." Arnold said as he offered her the seat in front of the desk.

Vivian sat and could only look down. There was a brief pause, waiting for each other to speak. Arnold felt bad about it, he liked all his students and didn't want any to fail, and this felt very awkward. They both tried to speak at the same time, but Arnold let Vivian go first.

"Oh Sir I'm so sorry. My mother will kill me for failing, she goes on about how much my education costs, and she's a widow for about a year, ..." Vivian made a burst of excuses, and started to cry.

Arnold wanted to get up, but once again found himself in an awkward situation, with his cock spooking out of his fly. So he got her a tissue to dry her eyes, the ones he used to clean up his mess after he jerked off.

"Oh Vivian don't cry, it's not that important, just a mid term exam, it's only a very small percentage." Arnold said.

Vivian took some concealments form this.

"Couldn't you just pass me, please Sir?" Vivian pleaded, batting her eyes. "I'll be so good I promise ..."

"Stop Vivian!" Arnold interrupted her. "What happened, you do have potential, I can't understand the bad mark, I was as generous as I could."

"Well Sir ... it's you." She said looking directly at Arnold.

"Me? I don't understand." Arnold replied.

"Well Sir ... YOU ... your body, your hard ... well it's just that you turn me on so much, I couldn't concentrate." Vivian blurted.

"Oh!" was all Arnold could say.

Vivian rose from the seat and came around beside Arnold, she leaned over him, one hand on the desk, the other on the back of the chair.

"Sir you have to help me!" Vivian looked at him.

Arnold backed away, trying to push away from her on his swivel chair, unaware that his semi-hard cock came into view.

"Oh Mr. More, you are naughty boy!" Vivian said in a sarcastic voice, hands on her hips. "You've been play with yourself haven't you ... and what's that on your screen?"

Arnold left a picture of two naked women on the screen, one had her tongue up the others pussy.

"Didn't you mother ever tell you that that sort of thing can make you blind." Vivian said with a giggle. "Here let me show you the real thing!"

Arnold was stretched back in his chair, unable to move or speak. Vivian had taken him totally by surprise. Vivian started to unbutton her blouse, letting is drop to the floor. She then unzipped her skirt, and wiggled out of it, moving her hip provocatively as she stripped. She stood in her large bra, and whippy panties, and stockings and suspenders. 

Vivian looked as Arnold look as he eyed her up and down several times, trying to take all of her beautiful body in. Vivian just stared at his cock and watched it stiffen to the beat of his pounding heart.

Vivian dropped to her knees and proceeded to unbutton his pants. 

"My my Sir, what have we here. Oh it is a big one. Let me take these off."

Vivian pulled Arnold pants off. Arnold lifted his hips to accommodate her. She then unbuttoned his shirt. Soon he was naked, and Arnold could only sit and stare at those huge tits, that were bursting free of their tight confides.

Vivian took his cock in her hand, while still kneeling, and started to stroked Arnold's cock. She was so good at it, Arnold was in a trance and couldn't stop it.

"Do you like that Sir?" Vivian teased. "Does it feel good having your cock rubbed? Bet it feels better to have ME stroke your big fat cock than YOU."

Arnold's eyes rolled in his head, his mind was swirling. Meanwhile Vivian continued her tease:

"Ohh it's so big and fat Sir, so long!"

"Bet you'd like to stick your fat cock in my mouth."

"Or maybe between by big tits."

"Maybe you'd like to sink your fuck pole in my tight pussy."

"Oh I'm getting so wet Sir thinking about it, just like I do in class. I think I need some SPECIAL attention to help keep my mind on my work."

"Would you like to see my tits Sir?"

"Yes." Arnold croaked.

"OK then Sir, I think you should undo my clasp, her at the front." Vivian teased.

Vivian released Arnold cock to give him access to her bra. Arnold fumbled with the clasp, but managed to open it. Vivian's huge 38DD tits spilt free, they were the biggest tits he ever saw. They were firm and stood out amazingly well, despite their size. Her nipples were a nice size surrounded by huge aureole.

"There now Sir, that's much better." Vivian said.

Vivian rubbed them with her hands, all over.

"Oh that feels so good Sir. I do have to moisturize them each morning to keep my by tits supple and smooth. It takes me a long time to rub the cream all over them. I do have to get my Mum to do it some times. She has big breasts just like me Sir, we're almost like sisters you know."

Vivian continued to rub her tits while looking at Arnold's face. Arnold was glued to them. Vivian began to focus now only on her nipples. She pulled them between her thumb and forefinger, pinching them, making then hard.

"Here Sir, you can rub them if you like. You'd like to wouldn't you?"

Vivian let her tits go, and Arnold took over. Repeating Vivian's circular rubbing motions, feeling her nipples against his fingers as he rubbed them over and back.

"Oh yes Sir, that feels so good. Would you like to kiss them Sir?" Vivian asked.

Arnold still couldn't speak, his mouth had gone dry. He watched Vivian stand and lean over him, offering him her tits to suck. Vivian held her left tit in her left hand and pointed the nipple towards Arnold's mouth. Arnold accepted it hungrily, sucking, kissing and pulling on the hard stiff nipple for ages. Vivian repeated it, offering him her right tit and nipple.

"Oh Sir ... I love how you suck my nipple .... ohh yes! ... their so sensitive, just like mums, mimmmm ..." 

After 15 minutes of sucking Vivian's tits, Vivian rose and turned around, and leaned forward, offering her panty covered ass to Arnold. Arnold grabbed both cheeks and kneeled them.

"Please Sir, take of my panties, they are so wet!"

Arnold pulled Vivian's panties off.

"Do you like my ass Sir?"

"Oh yes Vivian, I adore it, I dream about it." Arnold managed to say.

"Then kiss it Sir, kiss my ass and lick it." Vivian said.

Arnold did just that rubbing her cheeks, and kissing them. He then spread the large cheeks of her ass and started rimming her ass hole. Something he never did before. He inserted his tongue in her ass, liking out her ass hole. Vivian wasn't expecting this, and it drove her wild.

"Oh Sir!" Vivian moaned. "Oh YES lick my ass, suck it out ... ohhh that feels so good Sir .... "

This went on for quite a while. Then Arnold broke free, and cleared a space on his desk. Vivian laid back on the desk, draping her legs over the edge, spreading them wide. Arnold then sat back down and moved his chair into the desk, and began to suck Vivian's pussy. Within seconds of liking her clit, Vivian came, and came. Pouring juice into Arnold waiting mouth, and he lapped up every drop. 

After 20 minutes of pussy liking, Vivian asked him to stop.

"Fuck me Sir, fuck me quick!" 

Arnold quickly stood up and sank his cock into her pussy.

"Oh Vivian ... oh fuck ...." Arnold moaned.

"Do you like it Sir." Vivian replied. "Is it nice and tight?" 

"Oh Vivian it's the best I ever felt, oh fuck ... yes!".

Arnold had just sunk it into her, and was just starting to pump his aching cock in and out of her tight pussy.

KNOCK KNOCK!!

"Oh fuck!" Arnold said as he frozen. "Just a minute!" he called out.

Vivian hoped up, grabbed her clothes and got under the desk. Arnold quickly button up his shirt, sat down, lowered his chair a bit, and pretended to be working.

"Come in!" Arnold called out, leaning over the desk.

It was Heidi.

"Hi Arnold, I just need to talk to about your grades." Heidi said. 

"Sure, sit down Heidi."

Heidi sat down and stared calling out certain people with problems in Arnold's class. There were some low grades, but Vivian was the only one who failed.

"I'm worried about Vivian Rollson." Heidi said. "She seems to be doing badly and I think she needs a close eye kept on her." 

Heidi was under the desk as they talked, and had taken Arnold's still hard cock in her mouth. Arnold could feel her tits rub against his legs as he spread his legs to allow Vivian access to his cock. Vivian sucked Arnold's cock silently. Licking around the fat head, kissing and sucking each gland in turn.

"Are you Ok Arnold?" Heidi asked. "You seem a bit flushed!"

"Oh I'm j...just fine." Arnold stuttered. "It's the heat you know. About Vivian, I think I have the matter in hand."

"Nevertheless Arnold, I think it might be a good idea to talk to her mother about her. Talk to Vivian and arrange a time to met her."

Vivian was sucking Arnold's cock, and tried to bob her head up and down, but hit the table with her head.

"What was that?" Heidi asked.

"Oh just my leg, sorry." Arnold replied.

They talked a little more, as Vivian sucked Arnold's cock with such expertise. Soon he started to cum, emptying his load into Vivian's mouth. Arnold's face went almost purple.

"Are you sure you are OK Arnold?" Heidi asked.

"F...F...Fine." He managed to say. "Just a bit of indigestions. But I think it's gone now .... ohhhh"

His face slowly returned to normal as Heidi got up to leave. 

"I think you should visit the nurse and get yourself checked out." Heidi said.

"Oh I'm sure there's no need for that, I'll be fine." Arnold replied. 

"GO!" Heidi ordered and left.

Arnold pushed back from the desk and a smiling Vivian emerged, licking her lips.

"So are you going to take me into you personal care Sir?" Vivian asked. "I'm sure my mom would be too happy to see you also. Why don't you come around Saturday night?"

"Oh I wouldn't miss it for the world Vivian." Arnold said.

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Friday came and Arnold arrived home to find Francess and Heidi in a funny mood. Through dinner Heidi hardly ate, and Fracess looked angry. 

"So what happened girls, lovers quarrel?" Arnold said in a half sarcastic tone.




A New Beginning



There was a pause, then finally Francess blurted out:

"Well as a matter of fact YES!" Francess roared. "And it was about you ... tell him Heidi!"

"Arnold you'll have to leave." Heidi said looking at the floor. 

"What!"

"I'm sorry Arnold." Heidi said. "Francess knows about what happened between us. I can't let that happen again. I love Francess. That's the way it is and always will be."

"I understand." Arnold said. "I'll leave as soon as I can, OK"

Arnold felt terrible about it. It wasn't just leaving, he knew he'd miss them very much, but it was that he hurt Heidi and Francess, and come between them as lovers.

He spent Saturday looking for a new place, right up until he had to go to Vivian's house. he arrived at eight.

"Hi Mr. More!" Vivian said. "Come in please."

After the introduction to Vivian's mother, they went into the front room and had some beer to drink. Vivian's mother was as beautiful as she. They did look like sisters, she had a body as big and as beautiful as Vivian's. Vivian was dressed in the skimpiest denim shorts, and tight tee shirt with no bra. Her big breasts and nipples were clearly shown and caused a stirring in Arnold's shorts immediately. 

Vivian's mother had a summer dress, which hugged her body completely. She was only 38, and kept herself in good shape. She had long blonde hair like Vivian except with more curls in it. Arnold could only stare at her breasts as they heaved up and down with every breath. He looked nervous about it.

They talked some small talk for a while before getting into the real discussion. Then the door bell rang.

"I have to go now." Vivian said. "It's my date, I'll leave you two to talk."

Vivian's date was a big hunk of a guy, a real fit lean guy. The sort every girl would be after in school, but Vivian had him. He was a nice guy you would take to immediately.

"I'm sorry about Vivian, Mr. More." Mrs. Rollson. "She's generally very good, and her late father insisted she'd go to that school, but it's so expensive, and her father would turn in his grave if she failed."

Mrs. Rollson was like Vivian in personality too. She burst out with excuses too, just like Vivian. Arnold tried to calm her.

"Mrs. Rollson, it's Ok really. I don't think it's anything to worry about at this stage. She's only a bit distracted at the moment, that's all. And please, call me Arnold."

Mrs. Rollson smiled and relaxed a bit more.

"You can call me Stella." Mrs. Rollson replied. "In what way is she distracted, usually she doesn't, have any difficulty concentrating."

"Well, it's difficult to explain Stella." Arnold began. "I think she's fond of ... men a bit too much."

"But I don't understand Arnold, there are no men at your college?"

"Well ... er ...yes Stella ... it's me." Arnold said.

"Oh I see." Stella said. "She's a crush on her teacher!"

Stella laughed, and Arnold followed, relieved by the way she took it.

"I haven't told anyone else the real reason." Arnold said. "I had Vivian in my office, and we ... talked about it. Ms Redwood said I should talk to you about her. Well to be quite frank, I don't know what to say. As I said before I think it's only a temporary thing, it will pass. Maybe you could say something to her?"

"I agree, I don't think there is anything to worry about. Ms Redwood takes her job a bit too serious I think, but I'll have a word with her."

It was a lot easier than Arnold had thought. The two soon got chatting, and Arnold found it very easy to talk to her. They talked about their marriages and the death of their spouses, something Arnold found very difficult to do before. Soon they passed the night away chatting, and Arnold got up to leave around 12.

"Stella, would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?" Arnold asked.

Stella accepted, and Arnold went home felling better than he had done in a long time.

On Sunday evening, Arnold arrived to be greeted by Vivian. She was smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh Mr. More, you devil, making a move on my mom." Vivian whispered. 

Arnold just looked at her, then Stella came into the room. She look fabulous. She was wearing a light cotton dress that showed her curves beautifully. It had a very low neck line, showing plenty of cleavage and came below her shoulders. It was very short also, showing plenty of her long legs and firm thighs. Arnold was speechless.

He told Stella that night of his relationship with Francess and Heidi, and explained how and why he had to leave. It was then she insisted Arnold stay with them. After much persuasion, he finally agreed, not knowing exactly what he was letting himself into.

By Tuesday Arnold had moved into the spare room, for a price much more reasonable than before. Stella was also delighted and the extra money helped her a lot.

Life with Stella and Vivian was a major improvement. He enjoyed their company, and Vivian was beginning to improve at school. Arnold was able to give her tuition at home also. She always dressed in very few clothes, showing off as much of her body as possible. 

On thing Arnold found strange was they would bath together. They also spent a lot of time together, and would sit and watch TV in their dressing gowns, or negligee, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

One Saturday night, Vivian was out with her boyfriend, leaving Arnold and Stella alone. Stella came and sat at the other end of the couch next to Arnold. She was dressed in a negligee, and looked beautiful. Soon a horror movie came on and Stella moved closer to Arnold. At certain scenes she buried her head in Arnold's shoulder, so he put his arm around her to comfort her. This made Stella cuddle in closer to him.

As it went on she had her arms wrapped around Arnold, mashing her body into him. Arnold could smell her light perfume and feel her warm sensuous body. He found himself squeezing her tighter. Stella just lay in his arms, and slowly felt Arnold's arms wrap around her, working his hands towards her breasts.

Stella adjusted her position and lay down on the couch, resting her head on Arnold's lap. She lay on her side watching the TV, with her legs curled up, and arms reaching up holding on to Arnold leg. Arnold looked down on her beautiful body, resting his hand on her side. Slowly he worked his hand up to her breast, feeling the side of her firm breast. He lay his hand their for a moment, feeling the warm of her large breast.

Stella felt Arnold's hand on her breast, and mover her arm up further, grabbing his far leg, giving him better access to her breast. She felt Arnold's hand reach forwards and gently grasp her full tit. He rested his hand their for a moment. Stella the felt Arnold's cock stiffen in his pants under her head. Slowly it stiffened as much as possible, stretching and straining against the material of his pants, and pushing against Stella's head. Stella felt her own pussy getting wet, and began rubbing her thighs together slowly.

Stella turned on Arnold's lap and faced him, lying flat on her back with her knees raised, legs spread slightly. her negligee had slipped up to her waist, Arnold could see the light blonde curls of her pussy slightly. He then grasped her breast and gently squeezed her tit. He felt her nipple stiffen under his fingers. She had larger, longer nipples than Vivian's. He then felt her other breast and nipple.

After 10 minutes, Stella stood up and faced Arnold. Her body was outlined by the flickering light of the TV through her negligee. Slowly she grasped the ends of the flimsy material, and pulled it over her head, throwing it to the ground. There before Arnold stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

Arnold stood up and undressed. Seeing Arnold's hard cock, spring free made Stella so wet. She dropped to her knees and took his thick cock in her mouth. Stella sucked Arnold's cock feverishly, it had been so long since she had one. Arnold held on to her head and moaned. The feeling of her soft tongue and lips on his cock was exquisite. She sucked cock so good, and massaged his balls with one hand as she did. Now and then she took a ball in her mouth and sucked on it. 

Then it was Arnold's turn as he led her to the couch, laying her back. He spread her legs wide and began kissing and nibbling all round her labia. Arnold never saw pussy hair so blonde before and thought it was the most beautiful pussy he ever came across. He spent along time just kissing, rubbing and admiring it, before he gently parted her pussy lips and began sucking and kissing inside her pink pussy. He ran his tongue around it, licking up her juices. 

Stella felt Arnold probing her pussy with his tongue. She then felt her clit being licked and sucked, like nothing she ever felt before. She had several small orgasms before he stopped. 

Arnold then knelt between her spread thighs on the couch, and admired her pussy one last time. Then he took a firm grip of his cock with one hand and held on to the couch with the other, and slowly inserted his hard cock into Stella waiting dripping pussy. Finally, after so long he had the chance to fuck another woman, and not just any woman, but the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her full ripe body was perfection. 

Gradually Arnold began to pump in and out of Stella pussy. He was surprised at how tight it was. The beautiful warm friction was perfect. The most exquisite soft pussy he had ever fucked, and the only one since his wife died. He felt her daughters pussy momentarily, but finally, this was the real thing. Arnold used long slow deliberate strokes, starting at the tip of her pussy, and then slowly sinking his fat cock deep into her pussy until their pubic hair mashed together. The contrast between his dark brown hair compared with her light blonde hair was beautiful.

Stella felt Arnold's cock pump in and out, and she wrapped her legs around his back, clenching her pussy muscles to make her pussy nice and tight for Arnold. Working out helped her do this without much effort. Gradually she felt her orgasm build, and she clawed Arnold's back and ass. Then she felt Arnold's mouth sucking her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipples in turn, sucking it in, making her nipples rock hard. The feeling was exquisite.

Arnold continued to mash and suck Stella's big firm tits and nipples. She was driving him crazy now, clawing his ass and back, and squeezing his cock with every stroke, like a soft velvet glove. After only ten minutes of fucking Stella's pussy, he couldn't hold out much longer, and he wanted this moment to last forever.

Stella was also holding out as much as she could. When she sensed Arnold's Cuming she let go also, and both approached orgasm together. Arnold spurting his load of cum deep into Stella's tight pussy, and Stella drenching Arnold's cock. 

Afterwards, they remained locked together for several minutes, enjoying the after glow of the experience before sitting up.

They sat naked and held each other and talked for a while. Arnold felt he had to come clean with Stella.

"There's something I need to tell you. After the midterm exam Vivian came into my office, and we ... well, sort of had sex." Arnold said. He looked in Stella's face for a reaction.

"What do you mean, sort of had sex?" Stella asked.

"Well it was more of ... oral sex and petting." Arnold said blushing. 

"Oh I know." Stella said. "We tell each other everything you know. We are very close. Why do you thing I wanted you so badly." 

"Don't you mind?" Arnold asked.

"She can be very persuasive, I know. And it can be very difficult to refuse her." Stella replied.

They hugged each other, Arnold felt much more relieved. Then he began to understand what she was saying. She seemed to be speaking from personal experience, but he let it go.

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School went on as normal. Vivian did improve and seemed to be able to concentrate more on her work. The end of terms result proved it. Arnold came to love all his students, and they loved him. All their result were very good due to the good relation and Arnold's natural teaching ability.

Arnold had several visits from the girls in his office, but managed to refuse their temptations. His healthy relationship with Stella improved the situation. 

One day however, he was sending one of the horny girls out of his office with a pat on the bum, when Heidi spotted him, she was furious. After the girl walked away she called him. 

"Mr. More!" 

"Yes Ms Redwood?" Arnold replied.

"I want to see you in my office 4:30!" She ordered and walked away.

Arnold was curious all day what she wanted. Finally in her office at 4:30, he found out.

"What do you think you are doing touching a girl like that?"

"What are you talking about Heidi, I did nothing!" Arnold replied.

"Listen Mr. More, something like that can get you fired." Heidi said. "I will not tolerate anything like that in this school! Do you understand."

"Cool it Heidi." Arnold said trying to calm her. "Nothing happened. Besides, have any ever complained?"

"That's not the point! I'm sorry I have no option but to report this. I don't think you'll be working here any longer." Heidi said.

"I don't believe this!" Arnold said looking shocked. "You can't do this. I love this job." he pleaded.

"Then take your punishment, like the girls do." 

"Oh I see!" said Arnold. "You're feeling horny. Francess still doesn't like being spanked, or to spank."

Then, while still standing Arnold began to undress, looking at her straight on. Soon he was naked, and turned to lean over the spanking chair, while still standing.

"OK Ms Redwood, I'm ready." Arnold replied.

Heidi also stripped, standing in only her stockings and suspenders. Her pussy was already wet, and her nipples erect. She approached Arnold with the 2 inch leather strap.

SMACK!

SMACK!

"That's for being a very bold boy!" Heidi cried.

SMACK!

SMACK!

"That's for forgetting poor Heidi, and her bottom!"

Heidi gave Arnold 30 slaps on his rear. By the time she was finished, it was good and red, and stung like hell. Arnold stood up and faced Heidi. He had a raging hard on. Then he grabbed the strap out of Heidi's hand.

"OK now it's your turn!" Arnold said with a wicked smile.

Heidi walked proudly to the chair but didn't assume the usual position. She bent at the waist, spread her legs about a foot apart, and grabbed her ankles, presenting her large bottom to Arnold.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Arnold gave her 30 of his best, without saying a word. Then she was about to get up when Arnold ordered her:

"Remain as you are!"

Her dropped the strap and rubbed his hand all over her hot red ass. Then he ran his hand between the cheeks of her ass, fingered her ass hole for a while, then traced the lips of her pussy, feeling how wet she was. He pumped her pussy with his finger for a while, making Heidi hornier.

Then he grabbed Heidi by the hips, and with one smooth stroke sank his cock into her pussy for the first time. Heidi was shocked and straightened up and tried to get away from him. Arnold however was too strong and grabbed her by her large tits and held her close to him.

"No! No! Let me go!" She pleaded.

But Arnold held on to her and started to fuck her, pounding into her pussy, making audible slapping noises as he pounded into her sore ass.

"Oh no!" Heidi moaned "Oh no I c...can't ... oh fuck yes ... oh god feels so fucking good."

Arnold let her lean forward to grab on to the chair. The burning sore sensation was exquisite to her. Arnold fucked her hard, the slapping sounds becoming louder and louder. Heidi's ass quivered and shook with every stroke. Arnold then leaned forward and reached under her, pinching her nipples hard with both hands. 

"Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... fuck me hard ... oh god ... I love your cock, it's so fucking big and hard .... oh oh oh "

Arnold fuck her with all his might. Pounding into Heidi's pussy like nothing he ever did before. Sweat was rolling down his body now. Heidi came several times, pouring juice all aver Arnold's big fat cock. Most of it rolled down his cock shaft and dripped down his balls on to the floor.

Arnold suddenly removed his cock and placed the damp wet head of his cock at Heidi's puckered ass hole. He then drove his fat cock deep into Heidi's bowels, and started to pump her ass hole furiously. Heidi loved every second of it. She never realized how much she loved good hard rough sex. And begged Arnold to fuck her hard.

"That's it you bastard ... slap that fat fuck tool into me ... make me cum again ... oh yes ... my ass hurts so much ... fuck me ... fuck me harder ... harder you bastard!"

Arnold felt his cum boil up the shaft of his cock, sending spurt after spurt of cum deep into Heidi's bowels. After emptying his balls into Heidi's ass, he staggered away, pulling his cock out of her ass with a plop. He sat down for a while recovering himself.

Heidi couldn't sit. Her pussy and ass were too sore, so she clung on to the spanking chair.

"Thank you Arnold." She said with a smile. "I really needed that." 

"My pleasure Heidi. Anytime." Arnold replied.

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Back at the house, Arnold had moved into Stella's bedroom. His life with Stella was like a dream come true. He found out what Stella and Vivian did in the evening together.

One evening he walked into the room to find Stella and Vivian standing naked. They were a beautiful sight. After bathing they would rub a moisturizing cream into each others body. They said Hi to Arnold and continued on as normal.

Vivian was rubbing the cream into Stella back and ass. 

"Honey!" Stella said to Arnold. "Would you do my front please?" 

"Sure!" Arnold said hardly believing his ears, or eyes.

Arnold took the cream from Stella and rubbed dabs of it onto Stella's breasts. he spent a long time rubbing his hand all over Stella's huge tits and nipples. Paying particular attention to Stella's nipples. Soon they were as hard as Arnold's cock.

"There is more of me darling. You're worse than Vivian!" She laughed. 

Arnold blushed slightly, and spread the cream all over her chest and stomach. Vivian was already on her knees doing Stella's ass. So Arnold knelt started on Stella's long legs. Rubbing cream all over her legs, paying particular attention to the insides of her thighs. Arnold rubbed his finger along Stella's pussy lips, to be met by Vivian's fingers who was rubbing Stella's ass hole. Stella began to moan.

"Oh you naughty people ... what are you doing to me ... oh oh ... no ... no ... oh stick your fingers in .... mimmm ... yes yes ohhh." Stella moaned.

Arnold sank two fingers into Stella's pussy, while Vivian sank her cream covered finger into Stella's ass hole. Slowly they pumped Stella's ass and pussy simultaneously. Stella spread her feet about two feet apart to give them better access.

Arnold looked between Stella's spread legs to see Vivian's large tits swaying as she pumped her mothers ass hole. Arnold used his other hand to tweak Vivian's nipples to hardness. He rubbed her tits one by one, squeezing and tugging at her nipples gently, while still pumping Vivian's mothers pussy with his other hand.

Vivian enjoyed Arnold's touch and became as horny as her own mother. Vivian removed her finder from her mothers ass hole, and leaned forward to suck her mothers ass hole instead, spreading her cheeks with her hands. This gave Arnold better access to her tits also.

Arnold saw what Vivian was doing so he began to suck Vivian's mothers pussy. He kissed and nibbled Stella's labia gently, while he continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers. Soon he worked his way to Stella's clit and sucked it feverishly. His chin practically touched Vivian's chin as they sucked Stella out. 

Soon Stella was approaching orgasm. She had her own large tits in her hands, teasing her own nipples. She loved the feeling of her daughters tongue up her ass and Arnold's tongue up her pussy. It was a beautiful sensation. Suddenly she burst with the biggest orgasm she ever had.




A New Beginning



"Oh fuck fuck fuck ... I'm cummmminnngg ....ohhhhhh!" She screamed. 

Stella shook uncontrollably as her body spammed with a huge orgasm. Arnold who had both hands now on Vivian's tits, had to let them go and grasp her mother to hold her still. He sucked Stella's clit hard, while Vivian sucked her mothers ass hole hard. Vivian also had a finger up her mothers pussy.

After several shattering minutes, Stella stopped Cuming and shaking. Vivian and Arnold let her go also, but she lost balance. Arnold caught her and laid her on the bed. She panted for several minutes afterwards before finally speaking. Arnold and Vivian were by her side rubbing her body.

"Oh my god ... you two ... come her and kiss me!" Stella said with a smile.

Arnold and Vivian kissed Stella's full lips together. They hugged for a long time before Arnold got up to undress. The two women grabbed him and threw him on the bed. As Arnold lay back, Stella and her daughter began to suck and kiss Arnold's cock and balls. Vivian got to his cock first, and took it in her mouth in one go. Stella gently sucked Arnold's balls in turn. They swapped now and then, and it wasn't long before he erupted in Stella's mouth. After he finished Cuming, Vivian pushed her mother aside and sucked whatever sperm remained on Arnold's cock. She then kissed her mother, and they shared Arnold's sperm back and forth as they kissed.

It wasn't long before Arnold was hard again. Seeing his hard cock, Vivian straddled Arnold and sank down on his hard thick cock. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his cock, her big tits jumping about as she fucked him. Stella watched for a while before she straddled Arnold's head, burying her twat in Arnold's face. All Arnold could see was pussy and ass.

Arnold sucked Stella's pussy once more, loving her taste. Stella rocked back and forth on Arnold's faced. One second his nose was buried between the cheeks of her ass, the next he came up her air. 

Meanwhile, Vivian was fucking away on Arnold's cock. Both mother and daughter held hands as they fucked Arnold, smiling at each other. Soon they all came together. Vivian's poured her juice all over Arnold's cock as he pumped his load up Vivian's pussy, and Stella poured her juice over Arnold's face.

Arnold found his rightful place, and the life he was looking for after so long. He and Stella married. The three had several moments together and several hours of sex of all kinds. Vivian later married, but visited regularly.

Francess and Heidi remained together, but Heidi still required a regular spanking from Arnold, and being the man he is, he was always willing to lend a helping hand. 



A New Beginning



It was a nice clear sunny day on the Costa Blanca in Spain. There were in fact no clouds in the sky at all which was surprising for the month of October. There was a little breeze but it was quite warm, increasing to hot when the wind dropped down to still.

The old style Spanish house, or finca, stood on a slope facing south, with a panoramic view over the city and countryside, right down to the sea shimmering through the gaps in the rocky hills that bordered the coast. Silvery flashes appeared in the sky from time to time as planes approached the distant airport, reflecting the sun.

On the naya of the house, which also faced south, a man sat in an armchair, his Doberman at his feet. He was relaxed and reading, a coffee and a Spanish brandy on the table beside him. He was wearing glasses to read. The time was around eleven in the morning but he didn't check it. He wore no watch. Men of his age didn't need to know the time, unlike those who still had a living to earn.

The dog suddenly stood and trotted off towards the gate. The man didn't move. The dog wasn't agitated so it must be someone he knew. Sure enough the figure of Mary Martin soon appeared at the gate. Mary was his neighbour from the next street, living about five hundred metres from him. Her and her husband Graham were also his nearest English neighbours.

"It's open Mary," he called, "come on in." Prince the dog leapt up and down as he recognised his friend. Sure enough Mary produced a treat for him as soon as she had opened the gate. She walked the ten metres or so to the naya.

"Well Fred my darling, you look nice and relaxed. Can I join you for a while? Graham has gone off to golf again and I'm feeling starved of company."

Fred looked up at her. He was delighted and almost excited to see his friend. Mary was wearing light blue short shorts that showed off her smooth brown legs to perfection. Above her shorts she wore a thin white ribbed cotton top, low cut and buttoned down the front. The top finished just above her cute belly button, showing an enjoyable expanse of smooth brown stomach. Mary was thirty-five years of age.

Fred was wearing what he mostly wore at home, a pair of old swimming shorts. Todays were multi green and yellow stripes. At all other times he wore nothing and could show a good all over tan. Fred was sixty-one years of age.

He hadn't got up to greet Mary and now she bent down before him and kissed him on both cheeks. Why did he have the feeling that she had shown him the beautiful cleavage down her top for just a second longer than she needed to. Nevertheless, in his shorts his cock stirred slightly.

"Hi Mary darling. Can I get you anything?"

"I'll have the same as you, you old reprobate," laughed Mary as she sat down in the armchair opposite to him, showing her thighs all the way up to her crotch. Fred's cock stirred again. "Coffee and brandy for an escaping wife!"

Fred stood to go and fetch the drinks, noticing that Mary was looking at the front of his shorts. He instinctively looked down but his penis hadn't yet risen enough to show much difference. Mary laughed as he went through into his kitchen to get her drinks.

"I see I shall have to try harder," she trilled.

Fred's heart began to pump faster as he made the coffee and poured the generous measure of brandy. He'd always fancied Mary, much more so since his wife had gone back to England, saying that she couldn't stand the heat. He still had his urges and Mary was part of his dreams every night. Days too if he admitted it!

When he returned with the drinks he immediately noticed that Mary had undone another button on her top, now fastened with only two. Her ample charms were almost totally revealed. He tried to control himself. Graham and Mary were two of only a few friends that he had.

"To what do I owe the honour of this visit, my darling," Fred enquired, looking into Mary's eyes as he spoke. "A lady visiting a randy old goat like me could get herself a reputation you know,"

"Good," replied Mary cheekily, "I'm glad to hear that you're still randy. I can't see much evidence of that."

"That's because I'm exercising mind over matter control. Your goodies are still very much appreciated, I can assure you. I could sit here all day and just look at you. Anyway, as I was saying, are you here to borrow something, need help with your Spanish or just to gaze at a randy old man?"

"That last one is closest," said Mary seriously. "Graham is always off golfing or some such and I get lonely on my own all the time. He thinks I've got plenty of friends and don't need much else. The friends I've got are all women and can't fuck me Fred and that's what I want now and again."

"Christ Mary, you are only a young woman. There must be any number of young men around here better equipped than me. I hope I haven't got the wrong end of the stick in that you are suggesting that I can help you out."

Mary got up and moved over to Fred, squatting down in front of him. She deftly unfastened the remaining two buttons of her top and pulled the material apart, unveiling her beautiful firm round brown breasts. Fred looked as her nipples erected themselves in the open air.

"Don't you fancy me then Fred or are you too old to get it up any more?" Mary grinned as she watched a bulge grow inside Fred's shorts. He growled and grabbed a firm hold of her big tits. She put her hands down on to his growing erection. They kissed hard.

The kiss grew in intensity. Mary opened her lips to his pushing tongue, allowing him access and thrilling to his swirling motion all around her own. She pushed back and her tongue entered Fred's mouth. They made what seemed like gallons of saliva, drinking the mixture down.

Fred was really mauling Mary's big breasts and pulling on her nipples. She moaned and grabbed at the waistband of his shorts, hauling them off with only a minimum of help from Fred as he lifted his hips to help her. His cock bounced into view and Mary captured it in both hands.

"Wow, that's a biggy," she enthused. "It's a lot bigger than Graham's and bigger than most of the others I've seen. I'm going to play with this."

Mary wrapped both hands around Fred's cock, leaving only the tip showing. She opened her mouth to eject a mouthful of saliva all over his prick. She rubbed his tool until it was wet and slippery.

"That's really lovely, all stiff and hard. I would love to toss you off all over my tits. How does that sound? Would you like that?"

"Mary, I don't think that I can imagine anything better right this second. I feel as though I'm asleep and dreaming my favourite dream."

"Do you really dream about me Fred?" smiled Mary, still gazing down at Fred's long hard spike encased in her fingers. She pumped his shaft slowly. "Tell me about your dream."

"You'll have to let go of me or I'll shoot off all over you almost before I get started." Fred's breath had started to quicken. "Sit back a minute and drink your coffee and brandy. Take your top right off though and stroke your tits as I describe my dreams of you."

Mary sat back in the armchair again, hanging her top over the back. She lifted her brandy glass and took a large swallow, dribbling a little of the liquor over her big round breasts. She rubbed it in to her flesh and Fred's cock twitched.

"Right, begin", she smiled dreamily, her tongue showing between her luscious pink lips.

Fred lifted his own glass.

"Ever since Joan left I deliberately dream about you almost every night," he began. "I start by thinking of you as I settle down to sleep. That's why it's almost always you in the dream. I used to dream about you before Joan left but that was not always deliberate. You were just there. I used to wake up with a big hard on, like this one here, but Joan was very rarely interested. So I've been one frustrated wanker for some time now!"

"Poor Fred," said Mary, "we must definitely do something about that, mustn't we? Go on."

"Well, and please excuse the language Mary sweetheart, I have fucked you in my dreams for many months now and in all sorts of unlikely places. In both our houses, in our cars, on the beach, in restaurant toilets and down in the town in public view. I've fucked your cunt, your mouth and your arse. I've licked you out and you've sucked me off. I sometimes wake up covered in my spunk when I dream about you sucking my penis."

During Fred's description Mary had let her spare hand drop into her lap and start to gently stroke herself. As Fred finished a damp patch became visible under her caressing fingers. His cock, still hard, twitched again as he watched. In her turn, Mary kept looking at his erection.

"Don't worry about the language," Mary said. "I know all the words and if I read our feelings right we will be using them to each other very soon. Can I have another brandy?"

"Of course," said Fred, getting up to fetch it for her, "as long as I can drink some off your tits. I'll have some more too."

He made as if to pull his shorts up but Mary stopped him, resting her hand on his waist.

"Don't cover him up Fred. I'll only have to expose you again and anyway, talking of exposure, you seem to be tanned all over. How come."

"I spend a lot of time naked," replied Fred as he walked into the kitchen. He poured the drinks and then, as an afterthought, picked up the bottle and took it outside with him. He almost dropped it as he stepped on to the naya. Mary was still in the armchair but now she was naked! Fred was entranced by her smooth brown belly and completely naked pussy

Fred regained his composure and leaned over Mary's completely tanned figure as he poured the brandy. Mary watched him look at her and then lifted her legs so that her feet rested on the edge of the chair. Her beautiful pink crack seemed to be inviting Fred closer. Fred stood tall and close to Mary, tipping the bottle so that a big splash of brandy landed on the slopes of her breasts, then it trickled between them, heading for her belly button. She still gazed steadily into his eyes but she spread her knees.

"Don't waste any, Fred darling," she said quietly.

"Fucking Hell, no," gasped Fred as he put the bottle on the nearby table and dropped to his knees between Mary's. "I'm going to drink all of that right now."

He licked straight into Mary's belly button, collecting most of the spillage and then licked quickly up to her breasts, grabbing hold of her nipples as he did so. Then she pushed his head away from her teats and pointed downwards. He didn't see any brandy below her naval and said so.

"I think that you should make sure though, don't you. I'm sure I can feel some liquid down there."

Fred wasted no more time. He lifted Mary's legs higher until he could put her feet on the arms of the chair. Her pink crack opened up before his eyes. He gave a little groan and lowered his mouth to the target. His open mouth completely encompassed her cunt and he thrust his tongue into her crack. He licked from the bottom all the way up to her clit. He agitated her clitty furiously and was rewarded with Mary's reactions.

"Oh yesss, Fred. Oh fucking Hell. That's it, that's perfect. Do it deep, do it hard, yesss, yessss, yesssss! Suck me hard; lick me out. Don't you dare stop!"

Fred tongued and sucked with a will. Mary was making copious juices so he had to drink as well. He thrust first one then two rigid fingers deep into her pussy and frigged them hard and fast into her. Mary howled into an orgasm.

"Ohh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, I'm coming now. Don't stop. Yesss that's it! That's it yesss. Oh my God, suck me."

Mary made more juice, almost making Fred spill some but he was determined to have it all. Slowly Mary relaxed and leaned back in the chair. Fred stood and pushed his hips forward, his hard stiff cock pointing straight at Mary. She reached out and took him in one hand, her other one creeping back down to her crack. She started to stroke his magnificent throbbing tool.

"Don't toss me too hard," gasped Harry, "I'm nearly ready to come already. I want to fuck you with this erection. Will you let me Mary?"

"Why do you think I came round here today?" laughed Mary. "I knew you were at home and I needed a man to fuck. So why not a man I know and like and who must be short of sex. Do you want me now or do you need to settle down a little?"

"I want you instantly Mary but I'm going to wait a little. If I fuck into you right now I'll shoot my load in about five thrusts. I feel like a schoolboy again. I think I'll have to go and take a piss to relieve the pressure a bit and then I'll let you stiffen me up again."

"I do feel honoured that I can make you feel like that," Mary said, still holding his rock hard cock. "I'll come with you for a pee, you've got me feeling very wet too."

Mary slowly stood up and, leading Fred by the cock, she pulled him off the naya and round the corner of the house to the toilet in the swimming pool changing room. There were no passers by to see them through the gates. She sat on the toilet, still holding Fred's cock, and opened her legs wide to show him her golden stream pissing out of her naked crack. Fred groaned.

"I need to piss Mary. I'll do it all over you if you're not careful. Your pee is turning me on."

"Another time Fred, although it does sound tempting," grinned Mary. She stood up and pointed his prick at the pan. "Right, off you go. Do your worst."

Harry let fly with a powerful streaming piss, Mary still holding him. She seemed fascinated to watch him.

"That's great Fred. It feels lovely holding it while you pee. I can feel it rushing through your shaft, all powerful and hot. In all our years of marriage I've never once seen Graham pee, he's always been much too shy. He's never watched me either."

They returned happily to the naya and their respective armchairs, still anonymous to any watching neighbours.

Fred's cock rested on his thigh, still thick and long but now soft and waiting. Fred knew he was going to 'get his oats' and was happy to wait.

Mary picked up her brandy again and with the other hand idly pulled at her nipples to harden them up and then covered her pussy, gently pressing down on it with her palm. Fred watched as she inserted one, then two, fingers into her crack.

Mary looked across at Fred as his tool hardened up again.

"Well Fred, my friend, shall we go for it now? This pussy here is getting wet again and I can see you growing. Let's fuck now, shall we?"

Fred stood up and, taking one of Mary's hands, pulled her to her feet. There was a smallish dining table on the naya and Fred lifted Mary and sat her on the edge of the table. By now his cock was full length and hard. He stood between her legs and moved his tip to the entrance of her wet passage. Mary moaned and took him in hand as he licked and pulled on her nipples with her teeth.

Mary stroked the tip of his cock up and down her crack, rubbing it hard on to her clit. His and hers pre cum juices combined to form a wet junction between them. Mary looked down.

"Look how juicy we are Fred and just look how big your cock has grown. That's fantastic for a guy as old as you. How old are you now, sixty?"

"Sixty-one," replied Fred. "I have to admit I'm quite proud of my size today. Mind you, I've not had a fuck for months, long before Joan left. Are you ready, Mary?"

"I'll always be ready for you and your big cock, Fred my darling. Joan must have been mad. Do you think she will come back? Go, on, fuck me now. Fuck me hard, as hard as you like."

Fred carefully but forcefully thrust the whole length of his cock into Mary's sopping wet cunt. He stopped deep in her.

"Fucking Hell Mary, that feels fantastic and no, Joan is not coming back. I phoned her only yesterday and told her to get the divorce papers ready. Jeez, your cunt is hot! Feel this!"

He pulled back to the entrance to her pussy and then rammed his cock back into Mary's hole. He did it again, and again, and again! She grabbed him tight and gasped as she bit into his shoulder.

"Ohh yes Fred, ohh yes. Fuck me hard and fast. Don't hold back. Shoot your load into me. I want to feel all your hot cum squirting into my pussy. Yes oh yes, that's it, harder and faster. Oh my God I'm going to come soooon!"

So was Fred, his balls were clenching as they started to prepare to deliver his consignment of spunk. He gripped Mary's arse cheeks tight and pulled her to him. He adjusted slightly and fingered her bum hole, inserting a finger of each hand into her tight arsehole. Mary held him tighter and shouted, loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

"I'm fucking coming Fred, all over your cock, all – over – your – gorgeous – prick. Ohhh my God! Fill me up. Shoot your load. I want it!"

Fred obliged. His sperm filled his piss tube as it shot out of him deep into Mary's pussy. The next shot was as much, as was the third. He felt that he had litres of it to discharge. He pulled right out of Mary and shot the rest of himself all over her lovely tits and belly. There was an awful lot, reflecting his lack of pussy over the last three months and his self-control about not wanking too often.

Mary was ecstatic with the result of his ejaculation. She spread his spunk all over her tits and belly, taking little tastes as she did so.

"Oh Fred, that was fantastic. Your cum tastes really good. I shall suck you off next time and drink it all. There will be a next time, won't there?"

"Fucking Hell Mary, of course there will. I shall stand on the steps of this naya every morning with my cock at the ready. If you don't get here soon enough the Guardia will be called out to arrest me for indecent exposure."

Mary laughed. "They will be here in a minute if we don't move. My shouts were loud enough to attract an audience. Come on, I saw a fantastic large shower in your inside bathroom last time I was here. Let's go play in there and if you are able to get it up again I will suck you off in there. At worse you can pee on me. I shall certainly pee on you 'cos I want to go again."

Mary took hold of Fred's now flaccid cock again and led him off to the bathroom and the shower. Fred's prick soon recovered due to the novelty of his experience today and Mary duly obliged with the suck-off. He delightedly fountained another considerable amount of spunk, this time down her throat. Mary swallowed the lot.

Afterwards they had another drink or two, still naked, and made plans for future encounters. Graham was to be encouraged to go to golf more often and Mary would give two rings on Fred's phone to warn him to get ready.

"By the way Fred, my darling, you remember earlier when you were telling me your dreams? You said you 'almost always' dreamt about me. Who else did you dream about?"

Fred looked uncomfortable and somewhat embarrassed and didn't reply, moving to replenish Mary's glass.

"Come on Fred, you can tell me. I won't repeat it anywhere. I'll be the soul of discretion. Please trust me; I know I'll find it quite horny."

"All right but you have to promise you won't be angry at me and fly off the handle. More importantly you have to promise that you'll still come and visit with me, fucking or not."

"Of course I promise Fred. I want more of today, as often as possible so don't worry your lovely cock about that. Who is she? Who else did you dream about?"

"Jessica!"

Mary was stunned for a moment then she laughed. Jessica was Mary's daughter, sweet seventeen, built as beautifully as her mother. She went to school in England but came to Spain every holiday, sometimes bringing one or two nubile school friends.

"I can understand that, you dirty old man you!" She carried on laughing. "She will be here in a couple of weeks. She has two girl friends coming but they won't be here the first week. I'll bring her round and we'll see what develops. I don't preach to my daughter what she should do sexually; I just try to give sensible advice. I know she's not a virgin any more but I don't know her tastes in men. I'm sure that she would love to come round here and play naked in your pool even if she won't jerk you off. She can't do that, swim naked I mean, in our pool as all the neighbours can see. Here Fred, let me take care of that for you."




A New Beginning



Talk of Jessica swimming nude in his pool had got Fred erect again. Mary knelt before him and pleasured him with hand and tongue. Fred rested his hands on the top of her head and closed his eyed, pumping his cock into her mouth as she sucked firmly but softly. She didn't go as deep as his throat but it didn't matter, he was too fired up to notice. All too soon his cum filled her mouth. She looked up at him, showing her mouth full of his seed. He pulled her to him and they kissed, both drinking a share of his spunk.

"Wow, three big loads," smiled Mary happily. "I'll be here tomorrow definitely Fred. Graham's got a big golf tournament from about eleven with a dinner afterwards. I'm gonna come round here and cum. Is that OK Fred?"

"Of course it is, you gorgeous sexy woman you. I can't believe my luck!" 

*

This was not originally written to be continued but as I finished this encounter I can see that there are possibilities for the future.  If you would like more please tell me.  The number of requests will decide it.



A New Beginning



"Ten years! I can't believe it...it feels like twenty!" Rita laughed as she held up her wine glass to toast David.

David smirked; he was used to her sarcastic sense of humor.

They were celebrating their tenth year anniversary of having met in college. They both started off as Business majors, but David decided to pursue a career in Psychology with a minor in Computer Science. They had been best friends since they met in her junior and his senior year at NYU. They had seen many lovers between them but always managed to keep their relationship purely platonic.

Rita was a pretty black woman with shoulder length straight black hair that had a handful premature gray. She was curvy, about a size 12 and David thought she carried it well. She was quite the business professional. She worked for a well known conglomerate in the city as a PR rep and was greatly respected in her field. 

Even though she was not as mischievous as David, she had a great sense of humor. Both she and David were big fans of British comedy and they often enjoyed weekend nights together reliving old Monty Python skits or some other obscure BBC show. 

David had a very playful personality in contrast to Rita's stern, sometimes serious decorum. He was an extremely handsome man. Tall, about 6' 2" dark brown hair and green eyes. He had a cheeky smile and an infectious laugh. He had no lack of women at his door. He was successful, single, handsome and incredibly sexy. All this and the charm to make any woman melt like butter.

"What movie will it be tonight?" David asked as he stood up and carried their dinner plates to the kitchen. He had spent at least an hour preparing the meal; Chicken Parmesan with wild rice and peas. He noticed the peas on Rita's plate were virtually untouched and the sight made him chuckle. 

"I don't know, I was thinking maybe Sci-Fi...Do you still have those DVDs of Red Dwarf? I still haven't seen part of season 3."

"I think so" David said as he rinsed the plates to prepare for their cleaning in the dishwasher. "You might have to look for it, it's probably underneath all of the 'backups' I made from the video store."

Rita rolled her eyes. "One of these days you're going to get caught, you know."

"Never." He said with an evil grin.

As Rita rummaged through his impressive collection of stolen movies, she came across one DVD in a blank case. It had no markings and no title. Out of curiosity she popped the disk into the player and pushed 'PLAY'.

As David finished loading the dishwasher, he dried his hands and went to join her in the living room in front of the TV. He entered the room and froze in his tracks.

Rita was sitting on the couch watching a pirated version of a fetish porno. All of the male characters seemed to have insatiable desire for orally pleasing the females.

She was taken completely by surprise and her hand covered her mouth as she silently gasped at the scene. She sat, mesmerized.

Finally, Rita looked back at David's red face and howled with laughter.

"You little freak!" She buried her face in the seat cushions as she tried to control the convulsions. David picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at her. He missed.

He tried to go to the television set to turn it off, but Rita caught him at the last minute and wrestled him for the remote. She stuffed it in her shirt and stood in front of the TV with her arms spread blocking him from the screen.

"I wanna see how this ends!" she laughed. David was becoming more embarrassed by the moment.

One of the men was stroking his cock while his face was firmly planted in a woman's ass. Rita thought it was rather sick, but like a car wreck she couldn't turn away.

David finally broke in front of her and hit the POWER button on the TV. It all disappeared into a tiny white dot on the screen.

Neither of them said a word while Rita took her original seat on the couch. David sat on the floor next to her trying to think of something to say.

"So, this is what you do when I'm not around, huh?" Rita teased.

David had never felt guilty about his secret pleasure. Until now that was. He felt ashamed that his best friend thought he was a freak. Maybe he was. Even so, she had no idea that he had fantasized for years about taking her in that way. He was certain it would never happen now... until he picked up the scent of Rita's arousal.

The scent was heady and dizzying. He needed to get closer, but he wasn't sure how to go about it. Finally, he just swallowed his pride and asked.

"You liked it, didn't you? I can tell from here." He said confidently.

Rita looked at him incredulously as he motioned his eyes between her legs. How dare he?

"May I?" again motioning toward her thighs. "Please? You don't have to take your clothes off, I just..."

Rita wanted to scream in protest, but she was more curious than angry. She hesitantly turned her body on the couch and sank into its arm parting her legs slightly.

David sat kneeled on the floor beside her, his eyes fixed on what he had lusted for all these years. He lifted her left leg and let it hang on the side of the couch so that her foot rested on the floor. The aroma was overwhelming and intoxicating. David thought he would cum right then and there. The bulge in his pants was becoming painfully swollen. He tugged at his cock from outside his pants hoping to relieve some of the discomfort, but his efforts were futile.

The thin cotton fabric of Rita's black pants did little to hide her obvious and increasing arousal. David slowly ran his hand up Rita's thigh as he eyed the growing moist spot leading from the seam where the fabric came together between Rita's legs. He'd once heard someone refer to it as a "camel toe." He thought the metaphor was quite disgusting. How could a thing of such beauty be likened to such a ridiculous looking animal? There was nothing he could think of that could give justice to the exquisiteness of the beautiful female form. Right now, all he could see, smell, THINK about was that wonderful orifice between her legs. He was in a trance and was completely unaware of anything else around him.

He stood up on his knees and plunged in, head first, between her legs. He was in heaven. The smell from her was so exhilarating he felt dizzy...like he was spinning. He grabbed the tops of her thighs with both hands in an effort to get closer to the aroma emanating from her pussy. He licked the wet fabric in a faint hope to get a taste of what he imagined was the most luscious tasting cunt he'd ever had. David moaned with frustration for, though not for lack of effort, he could taste nothing. 

Rita watched it all in amazement...or was it amusement? She had never seen anything like it. This man was completely taken in by the smell of her body. She looked down at his rock hard cock trying to break free from his pants and found herself even more aroused. She'd never seen him like this before. The idea that she had so much control, that she could bring this strong, handsome, confident man helplessly to his knees was exciting. She felt the new secretions flow from between her legs...and it drove David crazy.

David's hands pushed Rita's legs open wider as he desperately tried to kiss the swollen nub through the fabric that lay so cruelly between them. The scent was much stronger now and it was all he could do to keep control. His hand went instinctively to the throbbing head of his member as he slowly rubbed it in an effort relieve the ache. Finally, it became too much for him as he had to free himself from the material restraints. He unbuckled his belt and pant button in one fluid motion. He unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out the most beautiful white cock Rita had ever seen. Rita had never seen a white one close up before and was spellbound. It was gorgeous...no less than 8" rock hard with a purple mushroomed head. It looked like it was ready to erupt and she had a front row seat.

David buried his face once again between her thighs as he slowly stroked his dick with his right hand.

Rita watched, transfixed, as he did this. She had never seen a man pleasuring himself before. Not in real life, anyway. She wanted to be repulsed by the sight, but couldn't. Here was this man, her friend, jerking off to the smell of her pussy...and obviously enjoying every minute of it. There had to be something inherently wrong with that, right? She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. She was mesmerized at the sight of his hand on his dick, his soft moans and his erratic breathing. This gorgeous man was getting off on her.

David still, in vain, trying to taste her body through her clothes made an effort to keep her hard clit protected by the warmth of his lips. In his attempt, he could feel Rita's hips slowly start to move beneath him. The feel of her pussy rubbing against his mouth made him ache even more. He wanted to taste her, he wanted her to cum so he could devour every last drop of her juices.

Rita was writhing with desire. She moaned and instinctively opened her legs wider as though she was extending an unconscious invitation. She finally slid her hand down underneath the rubber waist of her pants and found her throbbing clit. She rubbed the aching bulb as it sent shockwaves through her body. She found her drenched hole and quickly slid two fingers inside. The feeling was indescribable. She'd never been this turned on before. She closed her eyes as her back arched in pure pleasure.

David sat staring at the scene before him, barely able to hold on, he thought of how jealous he was of the fingers that got to taste that sweet cunt. He could see her fingers racing in and out of her through the fabric as he was on the brink now and ready to explode. Rita screamed as she brought herself to the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. David's cock exploded with seemingly endless streams of cum. His body writhed in convulsions for a long time before they finally subsided. Both of them were exhausted.

After their breathing returned to normal, they looked at each other as though they were strangers. They had never seen this side of the other before. David smiled at her, she shyly smiled back. David looked down and realized he was still holding his now limp cock in his hands and decided to return it to the security of his pants.

Rita did the same. She reluctantly withdrew her fingers from her drenched hole and pulled her hand from her pants. Just as Rita's hand emerged from their barrier, David's mouth immediately found them, sucking them with what little strength he had left. He closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy as he swallowed the silky, warm juice from her fingers. It was unbelievable. It was the single most incredible thing he had ever tasted. And he wanted more.

David was the first to break their long silence as Rita's fingers achingly slid from his lips. 

"Please...I want..." he whispered as he looked down her body and rubbed her inner thigh. 

Rita sat up and looked at him. She rubbed the wet hair from his brow. His eyes now fixed again on the massive wet spot in the material between her legs. She knew what he wanted, and offered no resistance.

Rita lay back down as she took David's hand and slid it over her soaking wet cunt. David could feel himself hardening again. He shifted again to his knees and grabbed the material on either side of her waist and slowly pulled both her pants and panties down in what seemed to him to be slow motion, gradually exposing the elusive object of his desire. 

His eyes lit up with anticipation. He tried to take it all in. The sight, the smell, her lust...it was all too much for him. He had it in his mind that he would take his time and savor every moment of this opportunity as it may never present itself again. But when he saw the thick milky liquid oozing from within her orifice, he lost all control. He had wanted to do this for years but, ironically, their friendship was the hindering factor. David had never told her about his fixation with eating pussy, never mind his almost crazed obsession with wanting to have hers. He had wanted this for so long. Now, here it was, served up to him on a silver platter. All he could eat and he couldn't wait to get started.

He dove hungrily into the curly black hairs between her legs. Rita gasped at the unexpected ravaging. It was so intense, but exhilarating. David, still sitting on the floor was contorted trying to get better access to his divine meal. Finally, he grabbed her at the hips and swiveled her around so that now she was facing toward him. He clamped his arms around her thighs and moaned as he buried his face in her unbelievably sweet pussy.

It seemed to go on forever. Rita thought she would pass out. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body. She stopped counting at the 4th one, barely holding on to consciousness at that point. David was doing all kinds of obscene things to her and she didn't care. In between her orgasmic screams, she could hear the sloppy wet noises David made while trying to swallow every last drop of cum from her body. He would only stop periodically to feast his eyes on his decadent entrée.

After Rita's last orgasm she could take no more. She sat up and pulled David's head from her body. He sat back not realizing it had been over an hour since he first started his invasion. When he finally stopped, he realized his jaws ached something fierce. He hadn't even noticed, he was enjoying himself too much. What Rita hadn't noticed was that in all that time, David hadn't cum again since the first time. She eyed the very large bulge that had formed in his pants again and decided to correct the situation.

She grabbed David by the hair and pulled him down to the floor. She slid down from the couch and straddled him at the shins. She freed his cock from his clothing and slowly pushed the head of it into her warm mouth. She expertly sucked him off, taking her tongue and circling his shaft on every up stroke. She wanted to feel him cum inside her mouth. It didn't take long. David's body tensed up as he pushed her head and held it down to the base of his member. He shot his load several times into her throat before he was able to let go. Cum dribbled out of Rita's mouth and down his cock. 

They both collapsed on the floor and slept...

When David awoke the next morning, the thoughts of the previous night's events immediately came to his mind. He looked around for Rita, but she was gone. He looked around for traces of their escapade last night but saw none. No clothing, jewelry...nothing. He feared for a brief moment that it was all a dream until he looked at the still damp spot on the couch from where he'd had the finest meal of his life. He smiled. 

It was no dream.

PART 2

It had been 3 weeks since he and Rita spent that night together and he hadn't heard from her once. All of his messages to her phone went unanswered. He couldn't get her out of his mind, she clouded all of his thoughts. Memories of what they'd done, fantasies of what he'd like to do. She was all he could think about. He needed to see her again, he wanted to take her entire body and make it his...but if nothing else they definitely needed to talk.

David was planning on a surprise visit hoping they could get what happened out in the open. As he was contemplating what he would say to her, the doorbell rang.

David opened the door and was stunned to see Rita on the other side. She looked at him, dumbfounded and embarrassed. They both stood there staring at each other, both of them unsure what to say.

"Can I come in?", Rita finally asked.

"Of course..." David said as he stepped back and opened the door wide enough for her to enter.

"I've been trying to call you, but I can't seem to get a hold of you. You must be busy." David mumbled as he held her gaze.

He deduced that she had just gotten off of work as she was still wearing her dark blue skirt suit with a silky white blouse. As David's eyes fell on her stocking-clad legs, he couldn't help but imagine the length of them reaching that private area that she had so willingly let him invade in what seemed like an eternity ago.

"It's been really crazy at work. I meant to call but...well, you know how it goes."

As David nodded, she could feel him undressing her with his eyes. She somehow felt violated and she wasn't sure why. Considering what had happened between them a few weeks ago, this was nothing. She became nervous and she turned to walk away from his intrusive gaze.

"Good" said David. "I was starting to think it had something to do with our night together. But now I know better, huh?" He folded his arms.

"About that night...we have to pretend it didn't happen." Rita tried to look him in the eyes as she said it, but couldn't. She looked down at her feet, rubbing her fingers together. "We can't stay friends with that night looming over our heads. If things are going to go back to the way they were, we..."

David broke her sentence as he used his body to pin her to the wall behind her. He lifted his knee and placed it in between the crevice between her legs causing her skirt to pull at her outer thighs. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"I don't want things to go back to the way they used to be...and neither do you." He lazily kissed her neck as his breathing quickened. "Do you know how many times I've abused myself fantasizing about that night? In the shower, in bed...FUCK, even at work! I can't get you out of my head."

She tried to push his weight off of her body, but he held her there pinning her wrists to either side of her head preventing her struggles. When he removed his knee from between her legs, they could both feel the stiffness growing in his pants. He took one of her hands and placed it on his stiff cock. He released her other hand and grabbed her hair, viciously pulling her mouth to his as he kissed her violently. In his intense struggle with her, she squirmed and she screamed as he cruelly bit her lip in an instinctive effort to subdue her. The bitter taste of blood made him break his lips from hers. 

A flood of guilt rushed over him. The last thing in the world he ever wanted to do was hurt her. On the contrary, he wanted to give her pleasures she'd never felt before. He wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to give herself to him completely and without question. As he watched the blood seep into the cracks of her lips, he felt ashamed and released his death grip on her. 

Rita's eyes began to swell with tears and it cut David like a knife. All he wanted to do was make her feel better. Make the pain he inflicted go away. He once again pinned her to the wall this time kissing her more softly and passionately. This was their first REAL kiss and Rita found this new sensation of kissing her best friend exciting. He was an excellent kisser which was no surprise considering how well he performed other tasks. His tongue explored her mouth seductively looking for her tongue to join his. When he found it, he gently coaxed it into his mouth.

Rita felt her hesitation fade and she began to feel powerless from the ecstasy David was releasing within her. Her lip still stung a bit, but it was of little consequence. She barely felt the pain over the immense pleasure.

David's acute sense of smell was piqued again as the familiar aroma he had been dying to inhale again fell on him like a brick. The scent or Rita's lust for him.

His hand leisurely found its way up the underside of her skirt searching for the source of the intoxicating aroma. He was so glad she was wearing stockings rather than panty hose for this made his goal much easier to achieve. When he found it, he moved the material from her panties aside so he could enjoy the slick feel of her moist slit and throbbing clit. When he slipped his middle and index fingers inside her hole, Rita gasped. He pulled his fingers out with excruciating slowness. He fingered her softly at first then more quickly and violently as Rita was on the edge of her first orgasm for the evening. The wet "squishing" sound his fingers made as he entered and exited her pussy made them both crazy with desire.




A New Beginning



"Cum for me, baby" he whispered over and over in her ear.

When she came, her back arched against the wall and David tried to keep his own composure as she came back down to Earth. 

Rita's body jerked as David removed his fingers from her and rubbed her clit to make sure she was really done. She convulsed a few more times, then it ended. Rita slumped over in his arms, completely exhausted.

David sucked her juices off of his fingers with an intense fervor. He immediately dropped to his knees and peeled her soaked panties from her body. He lifted her left leg onto his shoulder and viciously devoured her from the inside out. After Rita's third orgasm, her legs felt like rubber and she could no longer stand. David stood up and led her by the hand to his bedroom. The night was far from over...

David carelessly mauled Rita's body with his hands. He unbuttoned, unhooked and unzipped every piece of clothing that was separating her flesh from his view. When it was all over, she stood completely naked in front of him for the first time. Her 5'7" mahogany frame was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She was about a perfect size 12. Not fat and curvy where necessary. He slapped the side of her ass and it shook like Jello. He smiled. He reached out to grab one of her breasts to suckle. Outside of his moans, only one word could escape his lips before they finally rested on her velvety, brown breast. 

"Jesus."

His tongue made little circles around her dark brown nipples that drove them both wild. Occasionally he would try to take as much of her 36C cup breast into her mouth as he could...each attempt was in vain but he felt he could die trying. 

He turned her so that her back was facing him and laid her gently on the bed. She was now on all fours and he had spectacular view of that drenched, brown pussy. Rita lay on the bed bent at the elbows with her head resting on her hands. David tore off all his clothing within seconds, never taking his eyes off her drooling cunt.

Again he slipped his fingers inside to feel the sopping warmth of her pussy. He stroked his cock as he fingered her, reveling in that erotic "squishing" sound again.

Another orgasm consumed Rita and she completely collapsed onto the bed. David climbed on to the bed beside her and turned her on her back. He sat between her legs emphatically licking the newly produced cum from inside her thighs.

When he was done, still between her legs, he crawled up her body and found her tits again. He sighed as he licked and sucked every square inch of her breasts until they were raw and sore to the touch. Even though Rita writhed from the pain, she didn't want him to stop.

He pushed himself up to kiss her lips and he felt her legs open wide beneath him. The head of his cock was roughly brushing again the opening of her pussy. They both felt it and it felt wonderful. David resisted his strong urge to sink himself into her slick hot furnace, not sure if Rita wanted to go this far. While they kissed, every move they made rubbed his dick more and more against her waiting hole. Finally, David filled with desire slowly pushed up and felt the head of his cock slip through her outer lips. The feeling was incredible. It was all he could do to keep from thrusting himself all the way inside her. As they both ached for his entry, his eyes begged hers for approval.

"I won't if you don't want me to" he whispered hoarsely in her ear. He prayed to GOD she wouldn't say no, not sure that he could control himself anyway. She was numb with pleasure. She said nothing.

"Tell me NOW if you don't want me to, Rita!" Each second that he waited for her response, he slowly entered her even further. It was excruciating.

"Yes, do it PLEASE!" Rita finally cried breaking her spell.

David's body slammed into Rita's with so much force the lamp on the nightstand shook and almost toppled over. His moans were muffled as he buried his face in her neck. David nearly collapsed from the feeling of her hot, incredibly tight pussy enveloping his cock. He couldn't ever remember feeling anything like it before in his life. It was unreal.

Rita yelped at the intrusion and tore her fingernails into his back. She couldn't let go, she didn't want to. All she could feel in the world was his hard, throbbing cock inside of her and for right now that was all she needed. 

It took almost thirty seconds for David to make his first withdrawal from that sensory paradise between her legs. With painstaking slowness he re-entered her body barely being able to contain himself. He loved the sloppy sounds of their wet bodies coming together. Each time their bodies met, Rita would scream and there was that soggy slapping sound that made the feeling more intense. His balls slapping against her ass while he pounded her sweet pussy was the most delightfully erotic sound he'd ever heard.

His movements quickened as his back started to arch into a hump. He reached underneath her arms and grabbed her shoulders from behind. He was pounding into her with such intensity that the lamp finally gave way and fell to the ground but he didn't notice. The head board banged against the wall so violently Rita was sure it would give too. 

Rita came first, grabbing David's neck as she tried desperately to find something to hold on to while he continued his assault on her aching hole. Her orgasm was so intense, her whole body stiffened and her breathing stopped. It would have seemed as though she was in suspended animation had it not been for David's furious invasion of her body.

It was now David's turn. Sweat poured from his face from the frantic pace he was keeping. When he finally came, he took one arm underneath Rita's back, the other underneath her waist and rolled her over on top of him. His left arm held her head to his neck and with his right he tightened his grip around her waist as he pumped his seed deep inside her body. He roared with every convulsion. She couldn't move. He held her there until every last drop of cum was drained from him. She could feel it spilling out from between them.

He was finally able to release his grip on her and they both collapsed on the bed. 

As Rita drifted off to sleep, David wondered if he would again wake up to find her gone. He turned on his side and held her in the "spoons" position so that he would know when she awoke.

He wasn't going to let her get away again.



A New Beginning



Thank you to 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' They make my stories readable. I can't thank them enough.

I was sitting there in a nice restaurant minding my own business when I heard the commotion across the aisle. I looked up and a man was standing up yelling at this woman. "You fucking bitch, slut, whore, get the fuck out of my life. Take your fucking bastard kids with you." 

Before I could get up and stop him he backhanded the woman. I grabbed him and gave him a punch to the face, bloodying his nose and knocking him down. By then, the manager had shown up with two male employees, picked the man up and took him to the nearest exit and threw him out.

Minutes later, the police showed up and talked to the man out in the parking lot. I helped the distressed woman up and took some ice cubes out of a glass and wrapped them in a cloth napkin and she held it against her cheek. I guided her out the front door with all the spying eyes watching us. 

The police separated the two of us and talked with me. I told them exactly what happened and that I stopped the man from beating on the woman more than he had already done. I explained that I didn't know either of the two people involved but did what I felt was right. I went back into the restaurant and finished my dinner. The manager came over and thanked me for helping out and told me my dinner was on the house. I told him in that case I would have dessert.

I was sitting there eating my free dessert wondering what the hell I just did. I butted into an argument between two people not even knowing either one of them. I did what I felt was right on impulse. I wondered how I would have acted if I had thought about it. Hell, the idiot might have had a gun or something. I still felt good about myself believing I did the right thing. In fact a number of people came up to me and congratulated me as they left the restaurant. I had to get back to work, but I was feeling pretty good about myself, even though my knuckles hurt.

I was a personnel manager at one of the local businesses. I had to get back and do some interviews for a couple of positions. My bosses wanted my opinions by the end of the week. These positions needed filling and I was the first interviewer. They counted on me not to waste their time on applicants who didn't meet the criteria they wanted. They knew I was good at my job and almost always went with my recommendations. We had to fill two positions: an engineer and an assistant personnel manager.

My duties were getting heavy with contract negotiation time coming up. I had two people for the bosses to look at for the engineering position but my assistant hunt wasn't going too well. I had interviewed about twelve people with decent credentials but didn't feel secure with any of them yet. I wanted a go-getter but not so far as to think they could replace me. There were a couple of really cocky men that thought the world owed them a living. I had four more interviews set up, two for today and two tomorrow.

My next interviewee was a good looking woman. She had good prior knowledge of personnel departments. She was a secretary for one in her last job. The last man I interviewed didn't have the understanding of the union plant. He wouldn't be a good negotiator. Well, two more interviews tomorrow. So far the secretary had my vote.

I went home to my apartment. I lived alone now. I had been married but like in most cases it was either cheating or money problems that resulted in divorce. Mine was a cheating wife due to mistaken identity. Maybe that needs a little more explaining.

In my younger days - I am now forty-four - I was known to be a ladies man. I couldn't help it. I liked my women. If I saw a pair of thighs or tight pants I went after it. My only requirement was that the woman not be married. As much as I loved to look at married women, I didn't want to be responsible for their divorces. I had my share of women, all sizes and shapes. I did prefer women who were slightly overweight. Not obese but enough overweight to give me something to hold on to.

I met my ex-wife about fifteen years ago. My single friends and I went to the local nightclubs. That seemed to be the place where the women let loose. I ran into Bree there. She was a looker. We hooked up pretty quickly and spent most of our time together. She was divorced at the time because of catching her husband with his secretary. She walked in with a dinner for him since he said he was working late. As she approached his door, she saw he had his secretary bent over the desk with her skirt up on her back with no panties in sight. He was plowing her with everything he had. They were making so much noise that they didn't see Bree walk in. He exploded into his secretary and then turned around and saw Bree. 

Too late for any excuses, she screamed that he needed not come home. He could stay with his slut. She would be at the divorce lawyer's the following day. They had only been married for two years at the time. By the time I met her, she was divorced and out sowing her wild oats. I remember her saying, if she had to do it all over, she would have picked up some guy and fucked him in front of her ex to get revenge. I laughed and told her I better remember that. 

To cut a long story short Bree and I were married about six months later. Our life was good. That was just before I got my promotion to personnel manager. She had a good job as a department head in one of the local department stores. Our life looked like it was going somewhere and was very satisfying. We didn't have any kids, not that we didn't want any, but it just hadn't happened. We took trips together and enjoyed our life. Whenever we got with friends my buddies would tell her what a pussy hound I was. 

I remember I had to keep telling her, "Used to be pussy hound. Since I met her I was true blue." 

My friend were big kidders and jokers. They were always playing jokes and pranks on each other. They never hurt each other but got pretty raunchy once in awhile.

One time Bree got a little aggravated. I could hear it in her voice. She told everyone that if I ever cheated she would get even. I laughed and told her she didn't need to worry because I had no intention of cheating on her.

It was about two weeks later that my buddies thought they would have a little fun with me. One of them took his girlfriend up to my office while another one of my friends called my wife and told her to bring me a dinner. I would be working late. The whole idea was when she walked in they would all just have a laugh. They didn't know that was the exact circumstances of her first divorce.

I had a dinner appointment with my bosses, who were all involved in the latest contract. I know I had told my wife I would be home late because of the meeting. I don't remember now whether I told her it was a dinner meeting. It wasn't that important to know anyway.

I had no idea my friends were going to do this. Well, Bree showed up with some Chinese food and was headed to my office. Bill had his girlfriend over my desk plowing her fields. When Bree heard the sounds she got closer to the door. She could see a man fucking a woman through the screens. Of course she thought it was me. She didn't go into the office. She just dropped the food right there on the floor and headed out the door crying. My friends didn't catch up to her in time as she got in her car and drove off.

I was sitting at the table when my cell phone went off. It was Bill telling me what had happened. I told my bosses I had an emergency and had to leave. They said the meeting was about over anyway. I rushed to my car and went to the office. Bill and his girlfriend along with Jim and his wife were there. They apologized over and over to me. I told them the one they needed to apologize to was Bree and we all headed to my house so they could explain the prank and misunderstanding to Bree.

We went into the house and called for Bree. She didn't answer. I headed upstairs to see if she was in the bedroom. She was there alright with a total stranger between her legs pumping her for all he was worth. As I entered the room she looked at me and asked, "How does it feel, you cheating bastard?" as she laughed at me. At that point all my friends came into the room and saw Bree spread eagled with this stranger she had picked up.

I turned around and walked out. My friends tried to stop me but I kept going. 

Jim called me the next day and apologized again. He told me what transpired after I left. 

Jim's explanation of what happened after I walked out:

We all stood there wondering what had happened. At about the same time the stranger pumped his load into Bree. 

He got up and told her, "Anytime you want to get even again, lovely lady, give me a call." 

He left her a card and smiled at them as he walked past them.

Bree looked at them and said, "Where the fuck is he. I want to know his fucking response."

Jim spoke first, "He left Bree. He walked out the door. The reason we are all here was to tell you that Jack didn't fuck anyone."

"He did, too. I saw him, in his office, fucking some woman."

Barb spoke, "It was me, Bree. I was having sex with Bill. God, I'm so sorry. We were just playing a little joke on you and Jack. You ran out so fast we weren't able to catch you. We called Jack and told him and waited for him to get back to the office. He asked us all to come over here and apologize to you. That's why we're here."

"Where was Jack then, if he wasn't there?"

Jim spoke, "He had that contract dinner meeting with his bosses. Remember, he told you about it the other day when we were all together."

Bree started crying and told us all to get out. We tried to explain further but she said she didn't want to see any of us again.

As Jim finished telling me what happened I told him, "I feel the same way, Jim. Tell Bill also. You guys went too far this time. You fucked up my marriage and right now I don't want to see any of you. Now please leave my office or I'll have you fired for being in here after hours. You had no right to do what you guys did, Jim. Joke or not, you went too far." Jim turned around and left my office.

My phone kept ringing. It was Bree. She kept saying how sorry she was and asked me to forgive her.

"Bree, you took a strange man into our marital bed within an hour of thinking I did something that I promised you I would not do. Our marriage is over. If that's the full extent of trust you have in me, it's not enough. I want nothing more to do with you. I loved you. I guess I always will. You don't just fall out of love with someone. At the same time, Bree, I hate you. I hate what you've done to our marriage. By the way, your stranger friend didn't even wear protection. I hope you didn't catch an STD or maybe even get pregnant. Don't call me again. You can talk with Sally, my lawyer, about the distribution of assets."

That was the misunderstanding of my marriage. Sally told me that Bree did see a doctor and took a morning after pill. I was at least glad for that. She made a huge mistake that I could never forget but I didn't want her to pay with an STD or pregnancy. Over time I was able to put my life back together without her.

I'd been a bachelor again for the last several years. I had my share of sex but a single guy does miss the love whether he admits it or not. I headed to bed hoping for a couple of good interviews the next day.

The first woman that came in had one hell of a body. I could jump her bones in a second. When she took our typing test she failed. She didn't know much about computers which was a necessity in this day and age. Too bad I had to let her go. Maybe I could meet up with her sometime at the lounge, I thought.

My last interviewee came in. It was the woman from the restaurant. She looked at me and said, "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you would be interviewing me."

I was taken aback. She was a beautiful woman all dressed in a nice skirt and blouse. She looked sexy as hell but at the same time she looked very business-like. She had one hell of a bruise on her right cheek where the man had struck her yesterday. She had quite a bit of makeup on it to help cover it up.

I held out my hand and said, "Jack Jones, I'm the personnel manager here."

She knew her business etiquette. She didn't offer her hand till after I offered mine. 

"Jenny Smith. Glad to meet you, Mr. Jones, and before we go any further I want to thank you once again for helping me with the incident yesterday. That was very bold of you to help a woman in distress. There aren't too many men that would take that chance today. So thank you once again."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Smith. May I call you Jenny?"

"Jenny is fine and it's Ms. Smith. I'm not married."

That was a surprise after what the man said yesterday. I began reading her resume. She was personnel manager herself at one of the largest department stores. They were closing their doors in a number of states including ours. Jenny told me she could move to another state or take a settlement package and find another place of employment.

I kept thinking about the whore, slut, bitch with bastards issue. If that stuff were true my bosses would be very angry if we hired her. Our company didn't need that kind of baggage. I decided to put her through the tests. She was the fastest typist we have ever interviewed. She sat in front of the computer and was faster on it than I was. She looked at me and told me she could tell I had a problem with her. Being a personnel manager herself she told me she realized I couldn't bring up the subjects that were mentioned yesterday. She understood that some private facts weren't allowed to be asked. She told me that she knew she was perfect for the job and was more then qualified.

I had to agree with her. I looked at her and asked if we could speak off the record? I know it's not supposed to be done but I had to have answers because I wanted to give her the job but if some of the other facts came out later we could have some problems. My bosses usually went with my recommendations but I was nervous about recommending her, even though she was the most qualified candidate.

She sat back in her chair and just stared at me. It was quiet for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. "Mr. Jones."

"Call me Jack, please"

"Jack, I respect you for what you did for me yesterday. Now off the record you want me to tell you some very personal things that have nothing to do with my ability to do the job. I'm not real comfortable with this. I will make you a deal."

"Deal? What kind of deal?"

"You put my name in for the job today. You know I can do it. I know there is no question in your mind that I am more than capable of doing it. Tonight you take me to dinner and I will tell you what ever you want to know. If you aren't satisfied with my answers, you can withdraw my name tomorrow."

Holy shit! I can't believe what she just told me. Damn, this woman is perfect for the job. Besides she really has me interested in her. "Okay, Jenny, I have never done anything like this in my life."

She smiled at me, "Jack, just so you know. You're not getting laid tonight. You're just going to find out about my past. By the way, Jack, you aren't married are you?"

"No, Jenny, I'm very single."

"You have my address on the resume. Is 6:00 PM alright?"

"Six o'clock is fine Jenny." I can't believe what I just did. Taking out an interviewee for dinner. I better turn in her resume for the job right now. Otherwise someone might think she got it because of the date. Boy, I sure hope I didn't make a big blunder here. 

I checked her address out. It was a very nice house in a nice neighborhood. I pulled up in her drive and knocked on the door. I was greeted by a beautiful girl of about eighteen. "Are you Mr. Jones?" she asked.

I replied in the affirmative and she invited me in. "I'm Shelly Smith. Glad to meet you, Mr. Jones. Your actions precede you. Thank you for helping out our mom the other day. We appreciate it. Mom means everything to me and Brian. Brian's my older brother."

"Thank you, Shelly. I just did what seemed necessary under the circumstances." Wow, this girl was one class act. A long way from what I would have called a bastard kid.

Just then Jenny came down the stairs. My God, she was beautiful. I know I stared at her too long. I couldn't help it. Other than the bruise on her face she was a perfect specimen of a woman. I couldn't help looking at her legs as she came down the stairs. I could picture her legs going all the way up to her ass. Damn, what was I thinking? This was a business dinner.

As we got ready to leave, Shelly held out her hand and said, "It was very nice meeting you, Mr. Jones, and once again thank you for helping my mom." I smiled and we walked out the door.

What was I doing here? Was this a date, a business dinner, an interview? How did I put myself in this situation? That's one for the books. This lady was every bit as smart as I was. We seemed compatible in intelligence. I opened her car door and as she slid in I saw much more thigh than I should have but again I was a thigh man. I closed her door and got into the car. Then we headed for the restaurant. I must say she looked beautiful and even was able to use make up to cover the bruise on her cheek.

We headed for The Red Lobster. When we pulled up she glanced over at me and said, "One of my favorite restaurants." 

I answered with, "Mine too." We sat down and I asked her if she wanted a drink before dinner. She said that if this was an interview then the answer was no but, if it was a date and me just wanting to know more about her, the answer was yes. Damn, she was smart. 

The waiter came over and asked if we wanted anything to drink before dinner. I glanced over at Jenny for a response but she wasn't giving any. I asked the waiter to please bring two glasses of white wine. I glanced back over at Jenny and this time she was smiling. She knew this was more than an interview.

We did a little small talk and drank our wine and were eating our salad when Jenny asked if I was ready for the intimate details she had promised. I told her I was beginning to find her intriguing and yes I would like to know about her life.

She looked back at ne and said, "Jack I hardly know you. How much do you feel you need to know for the job purposes."

"Well, I would like to know everything about you but we both know that's not fair so just tell me about the psycho and why he slapped you."

"Fair enough, Jack. I will have to go back and tell you a little about my past so it all makes sense. When I was eighteen my boyfriend and I had a child. My son Brian. We never got married but lived together like so many young people did at the time. Two years later I had a second child. You met her tonight. Shelly was my beautiful baby girl and of course now a beautiful woman.

"Brian, my son, is away at college and Shelly goes locally. She didn't want to leave her mom home alone. I lived with their dad until he went in the service and became a casualty of war. That's what they call it, you know, 'a casualty of war,' not a father of two young children or a husband or lover, just a casualty of war. Well, anyway I was left alone to raise my children. My parents helped. In fact they are still in our lives. They are in their sixties but are still good parents to me. I also have a married sister and we are kind of best friends. I didn't put my age on my resume. As you know it's not required but I am forty-one.

"I dated throughout the years. I could never find a man that I felt that close to again. That's when I met Joseph, or Joe as we call him. He was the psycho you almost met yesterday. He has been in and out of my life throughout the last five years. He was a nice person and at times loving. He has a big jealousy problem. He thinks he owns me and if I ever go out with another man he usually shows up and ruins it. We never lived together nor were we ever engaged or anything like that. He asked me to marry him a number of times but I have always told him, 'No,' that I just wanted to be friends. He can't accept that.




A New Beginning



Last Saturday the department store where I worked was having their goodbye party. They rented a hall and had dinner and drinks. We all worked together for so long and then our place was closing. Everyone was hugging, kissing and crying. We were like one big family. It was sad saying goodbye to so many long time friends. No one did anything that would be considered disrespectful. Joe found out I was going to the party without him. Of course I didn't want to take him due to his jealousy. When he called me on Sunday I told him I would have lunch with him on Monday. That's when you saw us at the restaurant.

I told Joe he was just too jealous and that I didn't love him and thought we shouldn't even see each other anymore. That's when he became enraged and called me all those names and he said he would get even with me. Then he stood up and slapped me. The rest you know."

She had tears in her eyes as she finished talking. I took her hands in mine and I held them gently. I wanted to cheer her up before our main course arrived so I told her I had good news. I turned her resume into the bosses that afternoon and she had an interview with them Friday.

She asked me how good her chances were since she was considered unemployed as of last Friday. I smiled and said, "Yours is the only recommendation I turned in."

She smiled at me as our dinners arrived.

I really enjoyed her company. I decided to take it easy and let life take its course. I didn't want to jump into any relationships. After dinner I took her home. She thanked me for a nice dinner and good conversation. I watched as she entered her home and then left for my own.

I didn't see her again till Friday. She was right on time and I greeted her and asked her to follow me. We went into the conference room with the three members of management and myself. There were two men and one lady doing the interview. They looked over her resume and asked a number of questions. I sat back and listened to her answers, all of which were precise and excellent. They asked me to escort her to the lounge and for me to return for our discussion. 

As I entered they smiled at me and said she was a brilliant choice and commended me on finding the qualified people needed in our business. They told me I could tell her that she could start Monday and that it was my job to see she got whatever she needed, since she would be my assistant and working closely with me. I thanked them and then went to talk to Jenny.

I walked into the lounge with my head down like there was a problem. I could see the questionable look on her face. I looked up and smiled and said, "Congratulations on your new position as assistant manager of Human Resources. That's what they called us now - Human Resources.

Jenny looked so happy as she stood up and started to give me a hug, then said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just so happy I wasn't thinking."

I smiled and said, "Maybe another time then." We both laughed.

I introduced her to Rose who is my secretary and would also be hers. I explained that Rose was one of our most respected and long time employees, being with us for over thirty-seven years. Rose would answer any questions she had for now and take care of the needed paperwork and I would see her on Monday. I told her we would be spending a lot of time together and if she had any questions, she should not hesitate to ask. I tried to be businesslike but it was hard because this was one exceptional woman.


I found myself thinking of Jenny all weekend. Starting Monday we would be working closely since contract negotiations were coming up and the company was also going to expand.

I was almost glad to go to work on Monday because I knew I would see Jenny. I tried to look extra nice and put on probably too much cologne but I wanted to look good. You would have thought it was my first day. I arrived before Jenny. I was seated at my desk when she arrived. I asked her to be seated and we started with a little small talk. Her office was next to mine with Rose's desk just outside of our doors.

I explained what we would be doing over this next couple of months for negotiations. It looked pretty good for us this year. Profits were up and we would be able to give the employees a raise. Of course we would have to barter back and forth but we already knew what the end result would be.

Time flew working with Jenny. I asked her if she made plans for lunch or if she wanted to eat lunch with me. She chose me. Over the next two months we had lunch together at least three times a week. She was growing on me and I knew it. I would have to ask her out but was waiting for the right time. Then as luck would have it she asked me out. 

Her son was going to be home from college and she was having a get-together at the house for his twenty-first birthday. She mentioned that it was all couples but her. Shelly and her boyfriend, her son and his girlfriend and a few other friends and their husbands and wives. I gladly accepted. She said it was Shelly's idea, that she worked so much right now she hadn't been dating much and seeing she spent all that time with me that I was the proper choice as her date. We both laughed and I told her I had to remember to thank Shelly, that I wanted to ask her out but just wasn't sure how to go about it.

Jenny looked at me, waited a few seconds and the softly said, "Next time just ask me."

The get-together was nice. I met Brian for the first time. He was a big strapping man now who was studying engineering. I told him if he kept his grades up we might have a position for him when he graduated. That put a big smile on his face and I received a big thank you and handshake. I met Jenny's brother and two sisters and their families. Jenny didn't tell me the truth about only couples being at the party. There were a lot of kids and single people there also. When I mentioned it she smiled at me and said, "I waited two months and you weren't asking me out so I took matters into my own hands."

There must have been near fifty people at the house. When someone started playing some music I looked around for Jen. I wanted to dance with her. I needed to get close. She came up behind me and said, "Okay boss, time for that hug," as we started dancing. She remembered the time in the office when she almost hugged me.

I held her close and it just happened. I kissed her, right there in front of her kids, her friends and her family. I don't know what made me do it. Probably two months of pent-up passion. It wasn't a peck, it was a lover's kiss. At the end of the kiss, I felt embarrassed. I apologized and she told me to shut up and she kissed me again. God, how I wanted her.

We continued dancing and of course went back to acting normally but we both knew it would never be the same. Her relatives even started to treat me differently. I don't know, it was just a feeling in the air. It was like I was falling in love and everyone could see it.

As the party was ending, I said my goodbyes to everyone. I was getting ready to go to my car when Jen stopped me. 

"Jack, if you have a minute, there is something I want to show you." 

Then she excused herself from her remaining guests and I followed her into the house and into her bedroom. As I walked in, she turned around and she kissed me again. I mean really kissed me. "Jack, I'm falling for you and I need to know if you feel the same. I'm not a slut or a whore but I am a woman, Jack."

"I've fallen for you too Jen. It's been so long since I've felt this way about a woman that it's awkward for me. I've wanted you since the day we met - well, the second day we met at the office. Do you want to be my girl?"

"Yes, Jack I do." We kissed one more time and went back outside to join the remaining guests. I asked Jen if she was free the next day and she said she was. I told her I had something to show her and would pick her up around noon. I gave her a light peck on the lips and went home. 

The next day was Sunday and I picked her up at her house around noon and she asked me what I wanted to show her.

"My apartment,"I answered. "Jen, I want to make love to you. If we do this, nothing will ever be the same. Are you alright with this? I promise you dinner afterwards, if you like." I smiled.

"I'm alright with it, Jack, but what about our relationship at work?"

"You will still be my assistant, I don't care who knows about us. Hell, they probably all know my feelings about you anyway. I think I have been wearing my feelings on my sleeves ever since you started working there."

I pulled into my parking space at the apartment and we went in. It was cleaner than usual. I spent the whole morning straightening up the place. Jen came in and looked around. I first kissed her in the living room. Then she walked into the kitchen and I backed her up against the counter and started kissing her again. Only this time I didn't stop. I unbuttoned her blouse and started kissing her neck and shoulders. I put by hands on the sides of her breast and kissed the valley between them.

I was in heat and Jen was arriving at the same spot quickly, as I reached behind her and unfastened the clasp on her bra. I pulled her blouse and bra off her shoulders and kept kissing her breasts. I heard Jen say, "God, it's been so long since a man has made love to me like this. God, I love it, Jack."

She freed the buttons on my shirt. As she opened it, I pulled her against my somewhat hairy chest and felt the nipples of her breasts pressing against me. I quickly unbuttoned her pants and let them fall to the floor. She reached over and unbuckled my belt and I let my pants fall also. We both stepped out of them and I asked Jen where she wanted to do it for the first time.

She replied, "Anywhere, Jack, just make love to me."

I pulled down her panties and took off my briefs also and sat in the nearest chair. After kicking her panties to the side, she straddled me, took my rock hard cock in her hand, put it to the opening of her pussy and ever so slowly lowered herself down on me. She didn't even have to move. I felt her pussy pulsating the minute she lowered herself all the way down. I reached behind her and squeezed her ass as we both climaxed. It was unbelievable. It all happened in a matter of minutes.

After we both settled down, we went into the bedroom and started all over with sensuous sex. The licking, eating, sucking and total loving kind of sex. This time we stayed in the bed for hours, resting and making love. When we were finished we were too tired to go out to eat.

About seven that evening I took her home. The next day was another work day. After dropping her off I went home and went back to bed totally exhausted.

As Jen and I entered work on Monday, our bosses called us in to talk with us. They told us that the company was going to add a new division to our present plant. They wanted Jen and I to head the hiring process. There would be over sixty jobs to fill and they were going to let us make all the final decisions. They said they trusted my judgement in the past and saw no reason to double-check our choices. There would be approximately five salaried positions and the rest hourly. The rest of the salaried jobs would be promoted from within our present work force. We had to make it all happen in the next three months.

We were both to receive a bonus when the job was done. We didn't have to worry about the wage scale since everyone started on the same level. Most of the jobs were of a production nature and they would be union members since it was a closed shop, meaning all hourly workers had to join the union within thirty days. So Jen and I had our work cut out for us.

Jen had a great suggestion. She could go through her employee list of the department store where she was the personnel person. Many of her old friends would be looking for work. She said she knew the good from the not so good, as she put it. It could save us a lot of time and the company money on the hiring process. Jen designed a letter for all former employees of her department store, and we posted it in the paper under the help wanted section. We got permission to give first priority from our union and the company since this was a unionized department store. That way everyone was happy.

When we started our interviews we decided to both interview different potential employees separately making a yes, no and a possible pile. Then there would be a second interview of our yes pile until all positions were filled. We had to interview everyone who applied because we were an equal opportunity employer. The only exception was of the department store employees. 

The union provided us with a list of the store's former employees and Jen went through making check marks for me on all the ones she had an opinion on.

By the end of the week we started interviewing applicants. We allowed twenty minutes per applicant. It went well with Jen's list making it much easier. After a couple of weeks we found we were way ahead of schedule and decided to slow up a bit to give us time to be together. 

We had a night out and another great night of making love. Jen was a wonderful lover and we started talking about possibly a future marriage. I remember Jen saying other than work she knew nothing about my past. Since I was forty-four and such a good lover she wanted to hear about it.

I told her not that night, because right then I just wanted to make love to her. I promised that I would sit down and tell her about my past. I told her it might make her change her mind about me. She said outside of my having killed someone she doubted that would ever happen.

I asked her about the shady part of her past and whether I was going to hear about it. She laughed and told me I knew about her past and she wasn't about to tell me about her dull sex life. There wasn't a man alive that could make her feel the way I did.

I asked her about crazy Joe and she replied, "Yes, Jack, I had sex with him. I was at a low point and he happened to be there. It happened and I'm not proud of it but I was single. Now the only man I want is you."

A couple of days later Jen said she wanted to introduce me to one of her old girlfriends that was a department manager at the store. She was divorced, good looking, and I was to keep my hands off her.

In walked my ex-wife Bree. We were both surprised to see each other. Jen had no idea that Bree and I were once married. After the divorce Bree took back her maiden name.

I was dumbfounded and had no idea what to say. I hadn't seen Bree since the divorce and here she comes in with my girlfriend and possibly my future wife. Jen looked at both of us and said, "What is it? Do you two know each other?"

Bree looked at Jen with tears in her eyes and said, "Jen, Jack and I were married. There was a big misunderstanding and Jack walked out on me."

"Misunderstanding? You were fucking a strange man in our bed. You call that a misunderstanding?"

"It was a mistake, Jack, you know that. I thought you were cheating on me."

"Mistake? You call picking up a stranger and fucking him a mistake? Picking up the wrong steak, misspelling a word. Those are mistakes. What you did was tear my heart out and give it to the dogs. I'm sorry, Jen, I'll talk to you later. I can't stay here right now. Please cancel or take my appointments for the rest of the day. I'm sorry."

I had to leave. I couldn't handle it. My girlfriend and ex-wife were old friends. I had no idea what to do then. Jen was probably going to offer her a job. I don't think I can handle this.

I wasn't much for drinking in public so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a bottle of whiskey. I took it to my apartment and started drinking it. I called Rose at the office before I was drunk and told her I wouldn't be in the next day which was Friday. She asked me if I wanted to talk to Jen and I told her no, just tell Jen I would be in Monday.

I started drinking until I had passed out. I could hear my phone ringing in the background over and over but was too far gone to answer it. Much later I heard a knocking at the door. It sounded so far away. Then there was someone there. I was passed out on the couch and a woman was applying a cold towel to my forehead. Who was it? I couldn't focus. I passed out again.

I woke up and it was dark in the room except for a lamp in the corner. I was still lying on the couch with my head on a woman's lap. Who was it Bree or Jen?

I finally was able to focus and there was Jen putting another cold compress on my forehead. She had tears in her eyes and said, "I'm so sorry, Jack, I had no idea." 

I got up and staggered to the bathroom and threw-up. I was in there for about ten minutes. After washing my face I came out and Jen had made us some coffee. I really didn't have a taste for it right then but knew I ought to drink it. Jen looked at me and said, "Jack, we need to talk about it. Bree told me her side but I need to hear it from you and where we stand now."

I proceeded to tell Jen about my marriage. I told her how it was a nearly perfect marriage till my friends pulled the prank on Bree and how it backfired. I told her how I found Bree fucking the stranger in our bed. I just couldn't live with it and never returned to the house other than to pick up my belongings. The marriage was over.

"Do you still love her, Jack?"

"Yes, in a sense I do. You don't just fall out of love. It's kind of like you and your boyfriend who was killed. You still have feelings for him, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do, Jack, but that was different. He was killed."

"Yes, Jen, it was different but similar. When I saw Bree with that stranger, she killed our marriage. At that point it was over. I still carried feelings for her in my heart but I could never love her outwardly again."

"What about us, Jack. How do you feel about me now since you've seen Bree again. She is a beautiful woman, Jack."

"Jen, I have a special place for you in my heart. It's a place only for you and no one else. I love you as much as any man can love a woman. I would marry you tomorrow if you wanted to marry me. You made me feel like a total man again. You've shown me that I was able to love again. I thought those days were gone but I have them with you. You mean the world to me."

"What about Bree, Jack?"

It's over between me and her, Jen. I don't care if the two of you want to be friends but I can't be friends with her. Not right now. I know she's smart and you want to offer her a position. I'm okay with that as long as all dealings with her are through you. At least for now."

"Jack, I can handle that and I love you so much. I can handle all the excess baggage you have as long as you love me and make love to only me."

"For the record, Jen, if you have any problems with anything I do, please come to me before taking any action against me."

"I promise, Jack."

Well, that's how we handled the situation. Jen did offer Bree a job but if she had any problems she had to take them to Jen. Off the record Jen told me that Bree still had feelings for me and Jen said she wasn't going to tempt fate. Bree wasn't allowed near me.

We filled all the positions in record time. We also closed the union negotiations without a hitch. The managers were so impressed that they promoted me to unit manager in charge of the new section with a hefty raise. They promoted Jen to human resource manager. 

We were so happy that we were going to go out and celebrate. I was on my way to Jen's when my cell phone rang. It was Jen. She said she was home alone and psycho Joe was banging on her front door trying to get it. I told her not to worry because I was on my way over. I was about five minutes away. When I got there the front door jamb was broken open and I heard screaming from the bedroom. I rushed in and saw Jen's blouse was ripped open and Joe was holding her down trying to rip her panties off.




A New Beginning



I reached around and grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the door. I hit him time and time again, on the face, in the stomach, anywhere I could find a place to land a punch. He went down and I started kicking him. The next thing I felt was the police pulling me off of him. I was so enraged I almost hit the officer till he held my arms back.

The police took him into custody on charges of breaking and entering and attempted rape. He would be going away for a long time. 

After the police left, Jen explained what happened.

It seems as though Joe had been stalking Jen for months, watching her every move. I guess he really was a psycho. He did tell her he was going to get even with her someday. He had yelled through the door that if he couldn't have her, no man would. After she called me, she called 911 and left the phone off the hook. Apparently they were able to hear his conversation as she ran to the bedroom and locked the door. He was able to just kick it in and then he was going to rape her.

He had a knife which the police found next to the bed. During the fight with Jen, she had kicked it out of his hand. She was quite a fighter.

After everything was pretty much back to normal, I asked her about our night out. She said she didn't think so but if I could find a way to lock the front door she would lie down and rest with me for awhile. 

That's exactly what we did. We kissed and held each other. She did let me rub her breasts and mound a little. We got up just in time and she got dressed before her daughter came in.

"What happened, mom? The door is busted down."

Jen explained what had happened and Shelly came over and hugged me. "It seems you are always saving my mom. Why don't you hurry up and marry her so you will always be there when she needs you?" Shelly smiled.

"Do I have your permission to marry your mom, Shelly?"

"My God, yes. I don't know why you two waited this long. I never met two people so right for each other."

"In that case," I knelt on one knee in front of Jen and asked her to be my wife. Jen and Shelly both started crying and Shelly said, "Answer him, mom."

"Yes, Jack, yes, I will marry you."

We were married within the month. We actually had a church wedding with Brian giving his mom away and Shelly as the maid of honor. I needed a best man. I talked to Jen and she told me that someday I had to forgive my friends. I made a special call to Jim and asked him to be my best man because I was getting married again. I told him to ask Bill to come also. I had a new wife and a new beginning and I did miss my friends. I made them promise that there would be no pranks.

For those who are interested, Bree was invited to the wedding but chose not to come.

Life is good. Starting over is a good thing no matter what the age.


Thank you for reading my story
comments always welcome
DG Hear



A New Beginning



*Sora Marie belongs to a friend of mine named Madeline. Arsena is mine. Jigen and the rest of them belong to Monkey Punch. Enjoy!!*

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Arsena Lupin sat at her vanity, polishing her Baretta. She was somewhat at peace with herself now. Sora had finally come around to allowing her to be close. The only person she wasn't so sure about was Daisuke Jigen, Sora's husband.

Sora, Jigen, and Arsena had formed their own gang, with Sora as their leader. It seemed only right since both Jigen and Arsena were in love with the girl. They would both follow her anywhere.

Jigen had told Sora that he didn't mind if Arsena and Sora were a couple too. He knew that Sora loved him and it was okay if the two girls became close. Sora had taken it to heart and Arsena and Sora became lovers.

But Arsena still wasn't sure about sharing her lady love with Jigen. She didn't really know Jigen as well as she thought she did and it was confusing to her. She knew she should accept what she had and be happy. But jealousy kept her from doing that. Jigen would always have a larger part of Sora than Arsena would.

Arsena was so deep in concentration that she didn't hear her door open or soft footsteps approach her. She wasn't aware of anyone's presence until two large, strong hands settled on her shoulders.

She jumped and looked up into the mirror. The shadowed face of Daisuke Jigen was reflected back at her.

"Dai..." she said, her hand flying to her throat. "You scared me..."

"Sorry," he said, rubbing her shoulders. "You were so far away from this world a moment ago...What were you thinking about, 'Sena?"

Arsena looked up into his face. "Actually...I was thinking about you..."

He looked shocked. "Me? Why me? Shouldn't you be thinking of Sora?" 

Arsena sighed and looked away. "She's part of it...To tell you the truth...I'm grateful to you for allowing her and me to be together...but....I feel so selfish..." She lowered her face, shadows covering her features. "I don't want to share her with you....I want her all to myself...I'm a horrible person..."

Suddenly, she was being turned around. Jigen was on his knees on the floor and he looked up into her face. She hadn't realized that she'd been crying until a tear fell and splashed on his coat.

" 'Sena...you're not selfish...And you're not horrible. You want what anyone wants. A person who is for them and only for them. You don't want to have to share...But we're going to have to...Sora can't choose just one and neither of us can live without her," he said, reaching up and wiping her tears away.

Arsena nodded. " I know, Dai...I know...." Her tears welled up again and she tried hard to stifle them, failing miserably.

Jigen wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her against his chest. She broke down and sobbed hard into his jacket. He ran soothing hands up and down her back and whispered soft words of comfort to her.

After a few minutes, she calmed down and pulled away, sniffling. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and took out a blue handkerchief, handing it to her.

She dried her eyes and then looked at him. "Dai...Why did you come here tonight...? You never visit me in my room."

Jigen looked into her emerald eyes. "I came because I felt that you needed to talk to someone. Maybe it wasn't me, but I didn't want to just leave you if you needed someone. And...I don't know. I just wanted to maybe talk to you about this whole situation."

Arsena reached out and took off his fedora. She said, "If we're going to talk...I want to see your eyes."

Jigen blinked a second and then nodded. He raised his dark eyes to her and she was lost in them momentarily. He had seen so much while he was in the Mafia. It was obvious in the blackness of their depths. 

She slid off of her chair and sat down on the floor with him. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them gently.

They sat there for a while, unable to speak. Finally, Jigen said, "Well, it's not up to Sora to fix this...You and I have the problem, so we need to work it out. We don't know each other very well anymore. There was a time when we did. But things have changed. So...Maybe it's time for some rediscovering of each other."

Arsena blinked a couple of times before asking, "What kind of rediscovering, Dai?"

She distinctly saw him turn bright red, even in the dark. "Well...um...sexually...If you get what I mean."

Her jaw dropped. "You mean...? Have...sex....with each other...?"

Jigen nodded. "Yeah. We don't know each other as a man and a woman...Just as partners of the trade..."

Arsena blushed and looked down. "But...what if Sora doesn't want anyone else to touch you...? I mean...you ARE her husband, Dai..."

Jigen brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "I'm not saying making a regular habit out of it. I love her very much...She is the number 1 woman in my life. But if we can discover each other in a way...to at least have some kind of an affection for each other...That would make it easier for Sora, wouldn't it? She wouldn't have to worry about us fighting all the time over her...We would understand a part of why we are all a group now..."

Arsena blinked and then blushed again. "W...well...You're right...Really you are. I'm just a little scared...The only men I've ever been with have hurt me...I don't really like to be with men that much." 

Jigen suddenly stood up and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He set her down and then sat beside her. 

" 'Sena, I won't hurt you. I care about you. And I don't think Sora would ever forgive me if I did hurt you. But I won't...I'll be gentle and loving...I couldn't be less with you. I've known you far too long to treat you roughly," he said, brushing a lock of her dark hair away from her cheek.

Arsena bit her lip and then took his hand in hers and held it to her cheek. "Okay, Dai...I trust you..."

Jigen leaned forward and pressed his cool lips to hers. She was a little surprised at first and then relaxed, letting him invade her mouth. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her hard.

His hands worked down to the front of her nightgown. It was a pale pink negligee that didn't cover a lot. All it took was a quick pull on the ribbon at the top and it slid open, the silky material falling to her sides.

He stared in awe at her silky breasts and the smooth, pale tummy that was uncovered. He moved his hands to her breasts and squeezed them gently. She had a very voluptuous chest and her bosoms were the color of cream.

Arsena moaned softly and shifted her hips a bit. "Dai...I forgot how much you like breasts..." She smiled and reached down, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He chuckled. "Yeah...I'm a breast man...I can't help it." He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on the rose-colored nub softly. 

Arsena arched her back, crying out at the sensation. She gripped his arms and bit her lip. "Ah!" she gasped out.

He slipped a hand down to her covered mound. He stroked her clit through her underwear. His mouth never left her nipple.

She moaned and pressed her hips against his hand. "Dai...Please...Rub me without the thong...Take off my underwear...I want to feel your fingers on me!"

Jigen pulled his mouth away from her nipple and nodded. "As her ladyship wishes." He grinned and slid her underwear off of her.

Arsena spread her legs for him. He pressed two fingers against her clit and flicked them on it. She gasped and arched her back sharply.

"Ah!!!" She threw her head back and panted hard.

Jigen watched her in fascination. "Wow...So breathtaking...A goddess..." He stroked her clit hard and fast.

She thrashed and moaned, gripping the sheets tightly in her hands. The movement of Jigen's fingers was driving her crazy. She was so wound up from watching Sora every night that she was ready to come soon. 

"Dai!! Oh! I'm c...coming...!!!" She cried out as she came hard, her cum running out of her tight opening.

Jigen slid down and lapped up her cum, cleaning her up. Her body twitched when his tongue laved her sensitive clit.

He moved up to her and kissed her hard. She was panting hard and she held him tightly to her to steady herself. 

"Oh, God.... Dai.... That was...so good...It's been awhile..."

Jigen smiled at her and stroked her face softly. He nuzzled her neck gently and kissed there. "Well...we're not finished yet. I still have to come..."

Arsena shivered. "Dai..."

Jigen lifted himself up on his arms and stood up. He was still clothed. He shed his jacket and pants, taking time to undo the tie at his throat. Once that was undone, he threw it to the floor and his white shirt followed suit. He took his shoes and socks off and finally slid his boxers off, tossing aside his undershirt.

Arsena stared at him for a moment. He was big. Very big. She could see how Sora might find great pleasure with that monster. She swallowed hard.

Jigen seemed to notice that she went a bit rigid. He walked to her. 

" 'Sena...Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah...I'm fine. You're just...big..." she ended, bluntly.

He looked down at himself. "Am I really? I don't really think so."

Arsena looked at him in the eyes. "Dai...You're big...Trust me...And, if you're gonna put that monster in me, you'd better do it before I lose my nerve."

Jigen came back to the bed and crawled up from the bottom, moving between her legs. He kissed her knee and moved up more, kissing her on the lips softly.

"This may hurt a little bit...If it does, I'm sorry. I'll try to be gentle," he said, stroking his cock as he looked at her.

She nodded. "I trust you. I know that any pain I feel won't be because you did it on purpose...I'm ready for you."

Jigen kissed her again, deeply and slowly, painstakingly slid himself into her. She cried out into his mouth and bucked her hips.

Tears sprang to her eyes. It hurt! But she knew that he was being as gentle as he could. So she forced herself to relax.

After a moment of burning discomfort, it finally passed into slight pleasure. He thrust into her and she gasped, holding his arms tightly.

"Dai!!" She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her harder.

He thrust fast and hard, pounding her forcefully into the mattress. She moaned and gasped, sobbing in pleasure. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, slamming home each time.

She screamed out as her orgasm hit. He kept pounding, sweat pouring down his face and back. The bed shook under the duress and squeaked in indignation. The headboard was slamming against the wall and shaking everything that it touched.

Her breasts bounced up and down as she was being assaulted. She felt like a slut from a film. And she loved it. But she could also feel the gentleness in Jigen's movements. He was taking care not to go too hard. And he was treating her like a lover, not a whore. 

His body stiffened as he pounded into her once more. He came hard inside of her, his cum flooding her opening. He cried out and buried his face in her neck.

She held tight to him while he rode out his wave of pleasure. Finally, his body went limp and he collapsed on top of her. They both panted hard and gasped out hot breath. It had been a wild ride. 

When Jigen could move again, he gently pulled out of her and lay beside her, eyes closing a little. He smiled at her.

"Dai..." she mumbled. She sought his hand in the covers and held it in hers. 

" 'Sena...That was...wild...And really, really good...Maybe now...I understand you better...I see how your body works...How you react...I get you now..." he said, squeezing her fingers softly.

She smiled back. "I think I understand you too...And maybe I can see why Sora loves you...And why I really won't mind sharing with you...But we need to ask her permission...I don't want her to get angry with us for this...I couldn't stand if she got angry with me."

Jigen nodded. "Yeah. I don't want her angry with me either. But this...this was something that had to happen."

Arsena snuggled close to Jigen. "Mm-hmm...And now we are better people for this...Thank you, Dai...for showing me that everything's okay..."

Jigen wrapped an arm around her and kissed her. "Thank you for allowing me into your bed so I could show you..."

They fell asleep curled around each other, both knowing that things would be a lot smoother from now on. They knew each other better and were ready to face their situation head on.



A New Beginning



Dear Reader, 

I hope you enjoy New Beginning. As with most of my work, it is part true, part fantasy. I enjoy your letters and feedback. Thanks, Hope you cum.

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I glanced at her in the mirror while tying my tie. She was across the room and standing at a three quarter profile to me, adjusting the back of an earring. She was in her bra and panties, and stood with her legs slightly parted concentrating on her effort. I smiled a small smile to myself. It had been four years since "I've seen her like this. We live together, sleep together, but we never let each other see one another. Let me explain. Several years ago, she began to gain weight. She hated if I mentioned it, so I didn't. I wanted to avoid fights. We had stopped having sex six months earlier. I refused to continue asking and waiting for it. I had no interest in fooling around outside our marriage, it just wasn't worth the pain and anguish. Her weight gain thereafter only insured that I would not come looking for intimacy. The more she gained, the farther apart we grew. We never spoke of it, we just grew to understand. If I needed relief a few times a month, no matter, I was no stranger to my own hand. Sometimes my orgasms by myself were more intense than with her anyway. Now, four years and who knows how many jerk offs later, she has realized what we have done, and she knew it was about the weight. She decided to reverse the trend, and for four months now has been on strict regimen of vegetables and protein. She has transformed her obese self about seventy five percent back to where she was five years ago. I have gained a few pounds also in the last year, but only by ten percent, not like her fifty percent weight gain. She has not stood in the same room with me for several years in this state of undress, she obviously feels proud of her accomplishment, and wants to show me the result so far. I'll admit, I get a little aroused now when I see her. She has been going to the gym also in an attempt to tighten the skin up as well. I can tell that she has gone back to good grooming of her hair and nails, her pubis also seems to be neater beneath her panties.

"How late are you working today?" I ask.

" Only until six, do you want to eat out?"

"No, I'll just have the chicken left over."

We talk small talk, then she puts on her uniform, kisses me goodbye and runs out the door.

Several weeks and several pounds later, on a Friday night, she calls me to the bedroom. 

"Hey, sit down." I sit on the bed.

" What are you doing later?" She asks. I know that she is trying to win me back. 

"What did you have in mind?" 

"How about we meet here at ten and see what happens."

" Sounds like fun." I say.

"I miss you," she says

"I know. I've missed you too,"

"Have you?"

"Sure why would you think otherwise?"

"You never said so, it's been years."

"You know why. Why pretend you don't know?"

"I know, I'm trying."

"I know you are, and you're doing wonderfully."

"What else do I need to do?"

"Nothing, you're doing it. But I'll tell you this; "I won't be a giver to a taker. I will only give what I get in return. I spent too many years giving love to you and being frustrated. It wasn't worth it to me anymore. That's why I quit. I will only give back what I get. The more you give, the more I will return."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you have to be an active partner with me, not passive."

"Ok, I'll try."

"I know you will. Will you want some wine at ten?"

"Yes, wine will be nice."

"Ok, I'm going to finish my chapter." I'm trying to write a short story.

At nine thirty, I hear the shower in out bathroom. I have used a separate bathroom for

Nearly five years.

I go to mine, and shower also. I have brought in a pair of boxer shorts and a robe.

At ten I went downstairs for the wine, then returned to our bedroom and closed the door. She had lit two candles in the bedroom. There was no other light on. She was lying across the bed in a shiny satin gown.

"Wine?"

"Mmm thanks."

I poured. she sat up. Her breasts swayed under the satin. Her nipples were hard and were poking through.

"Looks like you're glad to see me," she laughed a little. "Yes my nipples feel so sensitive."

"Are they aching to be sucked?"

"Yes. "

"Are you nervous?"

"I'm shaking. It's a good shaking. "

"Yeah, it's good."

"Mr. Poky is here," she looked through my shorts opening, my erection was poking through. "I want to do everything you want. I won't hold back."

"Anything?"

" Yes."

"What does that mean, anything?"

" I will suck your cock, I will lick your balls."

"Yes, you will."

"I will. I will be different."

"Yes I know. What do you want?"

"I want everything. I want you to suck my pussy, eat me and fuck me everywhere."

"I will give what I get, no less."

"If your mouth is on my pussy, my mouth will be on your cock."

I sipped my wine, and kissed her. It was the first time in years, she reached out to touch my face, then stroke my erection.

My pre cum began to drip. She spread it around my cocknead and brought a drop to her lips. She licked it, and then spread a drop on my lips. We kissed, both tasting my pre cum. Her tongue slid into my mouth as her hand stroked my turgid cock. My hands slid up her sides and stroked her now hardened nipples. She moaned into my mouth with pleasure. I pulled at her nipples and scraped my nail across her breasts with my nails.

" I want you to see me," she said. I lifted the nightie over her head and her breasts swung free. Her nipples were long and hard. Her eyes were half lidded with lust. She wore a thong with black lace over her pussy.

I put my hand on her thighs, and she leaned back, opening her legs for me. My hand continued under her to her asshole. She was smooth as silk there. She widened her legs to give me access, and moaned again. I stroked the area around her ass hole. Her breasts rolled around as she swayed from side to side.

My fingers traced her lower lips until I felt wetness there. I stood and slid my shorts off; my cock was waving left to right. Another drop of pre cum had formed and was dripping down.

Her eyes watched me and were narrow slits. I kneeled in front of her again and continued to stroke her vulva through the material of her thong. I took the drop of pre cum and spread it on her nipples. They were hot and hard. She gasped. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth and sucked her breast into my mouth. She still gave my fingers complete access to her cunt and her ass as she threw her head back and I sucked her whole tit. 

'Uunnnggghhh...suck them' she moaned, then; "untie my thong...oh please..." I pulled the bows at the sides and it fell away revealing her shaved cunt.

' You shaved your pussy."

'Yes.' she answered.

'Why?'

'Why what?'

'Why did you shave your pussy... tell me.'

'I knew you would like it.'

'What else, tell me, say all the words.'

'It felt good.'

'What else?"

"Do I have to say?"

"Yes, you have to."

"I wanted to feel your mouth on my naked pussy."

"What about cunt, can you say cunt?"

"Yes cunt."

"Do you what me to do something to you? Say it."

Her lips were parted and dripping. I slipped my fingers into her vulva and stroked her clitoris with her wetness. My other fingers still stroked her smooth ass hole. I wet my finger with my pre cum and inserted it there and had fingers up her ass and in her cunt. 

"Say it" I said," say how dirty you want it, say the words."

"O god oh god, fuck my holes...make me cum... eat my cum." She had never spoken this way to me before. 

"Are you asking me to eat your girl cum from your pussy and lick your ass?"

" Yes... oh my god yes."

I lay down and crawled under her now spread legs and licked her open cunt from her ass to her clit and back again. She began to quiver and opened her legs wider. She began to slide her cunt up and back over my tongue and wiggled her ass onto my face. I opened my mouth and engulfed her ass. She screwed her asshole onto my tongue and groaned as I slipped my tongue inside her.

"Is this what you want baby, is this what you dreamt about, my mouth on your ass and your cunt?"

" Yes... oh god yes, lick my holes."...

" Say it... keep saying it as dirty as you want it."

" Lick my holes lick my ass hole... fuck my ass with your tongue, eat my cum."

"Cum in my mouth baby" I said "squirt your girl cum in my mouth." 

She quaked and lay down across me engulfing my cock down her throat as she slid her cunt over my nose and chin. I began to squirt streams of cum in her mouth she sucked and gagged and swallowed as I probed her ass. Her cunt convulsed and gushed liquid hot lava.

"I'm eating your cum, I' m sucking your cum baby." I said.

I continued ejaculating streaming squirts of cum in her mouth she gagged and sucked; my tongue licked her ass hole as I squirted.

We were both soaked in cum. I rolled her over and slipped my cock into her asshole. It slid in without any resistance, she whimpered "oh god yes fuck my asshole cum in my ass."

I stoked with my still throbbing cock. My fingers fucked her cunt as I stoked into her ass. My cock began to wither and I slipper a finger into her asshole and continued fucking her. She started to cum from my fingers in both holes.

" Don't stop, I'm cumming oh my god don't stop fucking meeeeee."

Later after we collapsed and slept for a while. Hours later I woke to her fingers stroking my cock. She smiled at me and slid down the bed. She lifted my cock and licked my balls. 

"Mmmm I love your hot balls. I want to suck your balls baby." My cock began to react. "Mmm and your hot cock. You're not going to sleep tonight; I'm going to make up for a lot of lost time."

She licked my balls then licked up the shaft of my now hard cock. 

"Just relax" she said. I raised one leg and bent it at the knee. She reached around and stroked my ass. Soon her finger had found my asshole and as she licked my cock she stroked me.

" Unghh..." I moaned.

"What baby, what do you want? Do you like my finger here?" She said as she stroked me. 

"Yess... oh yess." I panted. My cock grew harder. She spit on her finger then rubbed her spit on my ass hole. In a moment she slid her finger into my ass as she licked my cock. Soon she was finger fucking my ass as she sucked.. I began thrusting into her mouth and impaling my ass deeper onto her finger.

"I'm going to suck you and fuck your ass until you cum in my mouth." she panted. Just then, I did. I began to squirt cum into her mouth as her finger went deeper into my ass. After three or four jets, I collapsed into a sexual coma.

The next morning I woke to her straddled across my face. Her pussy was stroking my nose. I watched for a moment smiling, then extended my tongue for her to stroke her clit on. She giggled as she used my face to fuck herself with. We fucked for the entire morning, stopping for bagels and a shower. Finally we collapsed and slept through the day and into the next morning. 

All I could think of at the time was; it was worth the wait. 



A New Beginning



All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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He grasped the doorknob, and twisted. It wouldn't budge. Locked.

He inserted the pin into the hole on the knob, and pushed the door open.

The room was dark. A small nightstand light and a flickering candle on a tall dresser provided the only light.

She was sitting on the side of the bed, and clutched her red terry cloth robe closed as she stood up.

"I told you ... We decided that this had to end."

He walked toward her. "Please ... don't make things more difficult than they have to be." 

He touched her gently on shoulder.

"No!" She pulled away.

The robe opened slightly with her movement, exposing a shadow of cleavage. No nightgown. She hadn't put in on yet after her bath.

"You agreed. This can't go on." She clutched her robe tighter as she saw his wandering eyes.

He touched her cheek. She swatted his hand away.

"I'm your mother, Drew. You know this wasn't right. You agreed we had to stop ..."

"... No, pl-please ... I thought you loved me."

"You're my son. We can't love in that way. They would lock up. This is sick."

She touched the top of his head. "This was all my fault." She ran her fingers softly through his hair. "You need to be the strong one. My big boy. Please leave my room. Be strong for me." Her eyes were moist.

"This is our room, Mom. We shared this bed." He grabbed her by the shoulders.

She tried to twist away but he was too strong.

"Get out now."

He pushed her onto the bed. His weight was on top of her. 

She slapped him. "Now get out!"

The anger in her eyes turned into fear as she looked into her face.

"We can't, honey." she said in a hoarse whisper.

He pulled the robe open with only token resistance. Her heavy breasts flopped out, spreading across her chest. Her pink nipples were hard. She white skin glistened with moisture from her shower. Or was it sweat?, he feverishly thought.

His tongue traced her soft curves. A salty nipple popped into his mouth. He sucked greedily at his mother's tit. She squirmed under him. His knee slid between her bare thighs. She opened for him, and moaned.

He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth until he could fit no more of her sweet flesh. She cradled his head.

He played with her tit by alternating between sucking and dragging his teeth against her nipple. He could hear a low moan.

He was lost. He head was swimming at he continued to suck loudly on his mother's breast. No, maybe he was found. This was where he belonged. This was home -- sucking the goodness of mom's breast. 

He sucked and licked her nipple, rolling his tongue over its rubbery surface.

She patted his head. "Maybe ... the other one, baby. This one's getting sore." 

He didn't understand but he felt his anger resurrecting itself. His senses sharpened as he woke from his stupor.

He felt her hand gently coaxing him away. 

He bit down. "Owwww. Goddamn it. Watch the teeth." He dragged his teeth roughly against the rubbery flesh.

She tried to pull him away but he held firmly to his mother's breast.

"Stop it! It hurts! You being rough."

He lifted his head and looked into her angry, confused blue eyes.

She pulled herself to a sitting position while clutched her hurt breast.

Slap! He left watered at her blow but he didn't flich.

"Get the fuck out of here. NOW!" She tried to push him away but he was too heavy.

"Don't turn it into a rape, Mother." He felt flushed with heat as he realized that he had actually said those words.

"A rape?" She pushed violently at him but he held her fast.

Oh, my God. Please, Drew. I shouldn't have let things go this far." She lowered her voice. "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry. I will get you help.Counciling."

"You think things can go back to normal, now?" His hand slid under her robe. "After I've had this ..." He grasped the bare cheek of her ass.

"You fucking bitch. All these years of cock teasing. All those years of frustrations. We are finally together. And YOU think now you can just push me aside?"

"Ouch! ..." He pinched her butt hard. 

His hand wandered from her ass. She squirmed as his hand slid between her legs. She was smooth, cleanly shaved for both of their pleasure. His index finger traced her cleft. His finger slid into her warmth. Her slickness betrayed her. She gasped as he touched her clit.

He pulled his hand out, and rose up from the bed triumphantly.

She looked up at him questioning. Her legs hung open.

"Take off the robe, Mom."

"Drew? ..." Her eyes were pleading.

"Take off the robe."

She stared upward at him for a moment expectantly but then averted her eyes fumbled with the robe. She let it drop to the floor besides the bed.

She sat up on her knees. Her breasts hung pendulantly.

He opened his zipper.

She knew what to do without any prompting. He inhaled sharply as he felt her moist lips on his cock. Her tongue went to work, darted playfully at his cock head. 

"Oh, God ... Mom." His hand reached for the back of her head. His fingers twisted into her long blond locks.

She gagged as he pushed her head roughly into him. "Do it like you mean it. She tried to pull away but he held her tight.

He yanked her back by her hair until only his cockhead was in his mouth, and then pushed back toward the back of her throat. He repeated this several times until she copied his rhythm.

"Suck it." he said in voice that sounded lame to him. "Suck it down, ... bitch." he repeated through his teeth.

He was also ready to erupt. It would have been so cathartic to let himself go at that moment. To give in. But what then?, he thought. Would this be the last hurrah before the bedroom door locked forver? A visitors pass to heaven before the gates slammed shut for eternity behind him?

He pulled out from her. She looked dazed. Her mouth hung open, stupidly.

She fell back on the bed. She opened her knees. Her bare pussy was glistening. For him.

"On your hands and knees..." He put some more steel into his voice, adding "...Now." 

She turned around with her big rounded bottom facing him. Goading him, a voice said in his head.

He yanked his pants down to his knees. And mounted his mother like a dog. Like a bitch.

He was estatic as he scaled her soft curves. Her bare flesh tingled with electricity. His cock buried itself inside her delicious warmth. She was slick and hot. His hands grasped a hanging tit in each hand. 

He pulled back and slid effortly back in her slickness of her cunt.

He increased his rhythm and fucked harder. She moaned loudly. Her butt shook under his assault. They grunted in unison.

"I love you, Mom. But you're such a fucken bitch." He twisted her nipples.

They were both covered with a sheen of sweat. A dark musty smell penetrated his nostrils. The animal smell of fucking.

He let go of one breast, and slapped her butt hard.

"Ohhhh ..." He slapped again and again.

She buried her head in the mattress but he grapped a handful and yanked backward, forcing her head back.

Her pussy tightened against him. He knew she was close.

He pulled out. His cock shook violently. He was afraid he was going to lose it all then but the moment passed. She looked behind at him, questioning.

One wet lock of hair was plastered to her forehead. Her eyes were pleading. Big blue pleading eyes. He looked into those cow eyes as reached downward and adjusted his cock.

His cock quivered against the moist crack of her ass. 

"Drew? What are you doing?" He smiled at her slyly.

"No ...." she protested. She tried to crawl away but he reached under her, and held her tight against him.

"Shhh, Mom." His right hand reached under her. She humped his hand when his finger found her clit.

With his other hand, he guiding his cock against his mother's asshole.

This would be uncharted territory for both of them. He had thought about this, of course, many times before. But he would never, never have dared to bring it up. But now was different. Their relationship now entering a different phase. Like opening a locked door and peering into the darkness before them.

"Drew ... please. not that way."

He pushed against her sphincter. She gasped and tried to squirm away but he held her underneath by her abdomen.

At this moment of intense intimacy he found it strange that fog lifted from his mind. It was so clear, and he had finally he had finally come alive. He knew he needed this. They needed this. It wasn't just the physical act. It was the act of servility she was going to give him. The gift of her body to both of them inaugurate the beginning of the next phase of their relationship.

"Let go, Mom. You know what is going to happen." He patted her rump. "It will go so much easier if you relax." 

He pushed harder at her tight ring. "Mom, this will tear you up if you fight me. I don't want that. I'm going to have your ass either way."

"Please ... please ... Drew." she said frantically while still trying to pull away. "Not this way. We can go back to before. The regular way."

He pushed upward on her abdomen to give him leverage. He pushed again at her anus, and felt it open slightly. She was getting tired or just surrendering to her fate.

"Come on, Mom." He reached for her pussy. His finger massaged her clit; and he could feel her body start to relax.

His cockhead entered her sphincter. It was just the tip but the sensation was overwhelming. Her anal sphincter spasmed, trying to expell the rude intruder, but only succeeded in gripping his cock tighter.

"Fuck ... fuck ..." he whispered hoarsely. He wanted to savor this moment of penetrating his mom's ass but he was afraid he was going to lose it. He finally broke through the vestige of resistance between them. He felt so powerful. He wanted to devour raw every voluptuous curve of her body. Eat her alive. She was his mother, his lover, his bitch and so much more. He wanted to revel in her warm, quivering flesh.

She was breathing hard. She was in pain but she gave up the struggle. He kissed the back of her head. His mouth found her ear under her long blond hair. His tongue traced the inside of her ear.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered as he pushed hard into her butt. "I just ... want to feel so close to you", he said as he quickly swallowed a giggle. Like her sphincter, his emotions, so long under assault, had now started shutting down. He wasn't sure what he really felt any more.

He slid past her anal sphincter. He was in now. Oh, yes. Fuck. He was there.

"Oooh..." she moaned loudly. She tried to move her hips but it now seemed to be an attempt to find a more confortable position than a struggle to get away.

"You killing me ..." She pushed her hips higher and lowered her head. He helped her spread her thighs further to relieve some of the pressure of his assault.

"Shhh... Mom. You know I have to do this. The worse is over."

"Be gentle ... please." He fingered her cunt as he slowly buried himself into his mother's ass.

He had three fingers buried into her cunt now. 

He was now buried full hilt into his mother's butt. His balls rested against the padded cheeks of her bottom. She was tight. He had to resist the temptation to start fucking her ass. She had stopped fighting him but she was still tense.

He rested as he stroked her clit quickly with his index finger. He felt her body start to loosen as she adjusted to his invasion.

He tentatively pulled back slightly as he continued playing her clit. Her love button. 

He pushed back into her, and her ass swallowed him back into its depths.

He picked up the rhythm. Fucking for real now. 

"Ooooooh", she moaned. But he couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. 

Did it matter? an evil little voice whispered in his head.

"I'm fucking your ass, Mom." 

"You ... " he said on a downward stroke.

"Fucking ..." He pulled upward. She started moved her hips to unison with him.

"Bitch ..." He slammed into her rectum with full force. She made a high-pitched wail that didn't sound human.

"Your beautiful big butt, Mom. I fucking it now." 

Her elbows and knees gave up under his weight, and she fell flat onto the pink sheet. 

He lifted her hips and continued to rape her ass. He could hear her grunt hoarsely at each stroke into her butt. Or was he hearing himself?

Her asshole gripped his burning, sore cock like the finger of a leather glove.

Her butt quivered as he continued to pound her.

He was almost there. Almost there. He switched to quick, shallow strokes.

He touched her clit, and her body shook violently.

He screamed as he spasmed into his mother's ass. Tears were in eyes as he filled her bowels with his seed. 

It was over, he thought as he collapsed onto his mother's nakedness. He must have fallen asleep onto her like this, he thought later. His next memory was his mother spooning against him as she slept.

Later that night he woke to find her fellating him. His cock still felt raw but he gave up under his mother's ministrations. She swallowed. A first for her, he thought as he surrendered to a blissful sleep.

His last thoughts before succumbing to a dream were that sometimes when a door is locked, you have to go around to the back door. 



A New Beginning



"Sunny, are you going to the dance tonight?" The voice was a little louder than it needed to be. The caller often spoke that way during telephone conversations, because she wore hearing aids and turned them off, or removed them, for her telephone calls.

"Oh Polly, I don't know." Sunny took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "It has not been a good day for me. I spent half the afternoon at the Social Security office. Mandatory retirement stinks."

"You need to go to the dance tonight," Polly announced, almost as if it was a command, and then lowered her voice before adding, "I talked to Jim earlier, he said Bob is back in town." Polly's pride at knowing, and passing on, a juicy tidbit of gossip did not escape her friend's attention.

Instead of showing elation, as she knew Polly expected, Sunny did not seem interested. "Well, then I think I'll stay home."

"What? Sunny! Jim said Bob was specific about asking if he thought you would be there." Suddenly recalling Jim told her not to say anything, Polly adds, "Actually, he asked Jim how many of the women he used to see at the dances were still coming regularly."

"Polly, I hate to say this, but Bob is not the kind of man I want in my life. In fact, I'm not sure I need a man at all." Sunny clamped her mouth shut, and said a silent prayer that her remark escaped Polly's immediate attention. Despite how much she enjoyed her conversations with Polly, Sunny knew her friend was a gossip who often called another friend to pass along information she believed was too delicious not to share.

"Oh darn," Polly exclaimed, "I've got call waiting on this phone. Someone's trying to call. I need to go. I'll call you later."

Happy to escape the conversation with Polly, Sunny returned to the cooling dishwater to finish her early supper dishes only to have the phone ring for the second time.

Polly immediately started speaking without waiting for a greeting, "Jim's on his way to pick me up. We're coming to get you in twenty minutes. Wear that new silk dress. Gotta go, bye."

Sunny grumbled to herself, but it was only half-hearted, because she was soon smiling. She really would like a reason to get out more often. Her date of mandatory retirement was swiftly approaching. Other than regular housework and a few outside chores she would like something to occupy her time. Perhaps she could find some volunteer opportunities. Being sixty-five does not mean you have to stop being active.

She stripped off the t-shirt and sweat pants she changed into when she got home, pulled the new silk dress on, and started buttoning it. Looking in the mirror, she realized the top of her bra showed and so pulled the dress off. After removing her bra, she donned the dress back on, closing the buttons from top to hem. She then slipped her feet into comfortable low heel shoes without bothering to wear stockings. The community room where the senior's dances were held didn't have good lighting and it wouldn't matter that her legs were bare. 

Finally, she combed her hair and applied a fresh coat of lipstick, but didn't refresh her makeup. Many of the women, who attended the regular Tuesday evening senior's dance, wore very little makeup. However, she sprayed a little cologne into the air and walked through the falling mist on her way to front door. She just barely had time to grab a little cash, a credit card, her driver's license, and house key, stuffing them in her pocket as she walked out the front door when Polly's boyfriend, Jim Preston, tooted his car horn. 

****

Meanwhile, in the same minutes Polly Jacobs was commanding that Sunny go to the regular Tuesday evening senior's dance, Gerald Burris was doing much the same to his younger brother, Hale. However Gerald's visit was done in person. Gerald complained that Hale should not have retired and then gone back to work half-days. Yes, he was earning more as a consultant than he did as an employee and he did get to keep his retirement pay, too. Unfortunately, Hale's half days at work interfered with Gerald's need for a fishing partner.

"Dammit, Hale. Come on. I figured the only way I'd get you off your ass was to come get you. Put your coat on and let's go."

"Okay, I'll go," Hale agreed, although he had initially declined. "But let me change shoes. These rubber soles aren't very good for dancing."

Gerald turned to walk out the door of his brother's house. "I'll meet you there. I'm taking my car. I might get lucky tonight."

Hale chuckled as he walked toward his bedroom, knowing his brother's luck. Gerald said he usually found a woman to take home halfway into the night of the dance. He occasionally made it all the way inside her house. A few of those times, he bragged, he spent the night in her bed. 

****

Hale was a few minutes behind his brother as he walked into the community room of one of the local city parks, noticing that in one small corner of the room four older men were setting up guitars, keyboard, and a simple set of drums. He had forgotten that Gerald said the first Tuesday of the month often had a live band. For the remaining dances throughout the month, a local radio station DJ played music the seniors enjoyed dancing to, which included, mainly, country and western. Some of the music was quite old, but had a good beat.

Hale introduced himself to the two couples on the opposite side of the long table. Before he could sit down, Gerald returned with a beer in each hand, giving one to Hale. "Here, next round is on you."

As he removed his coat and put it on the back of his chair, Hale's attention was drawn to the entrance. Two women and a man, who was almost completely bald, walked in the door. He watched the shorter blonde woman, as she laughed at something the man said. Behind the couple was a taller woman, laughing as she caught her skirt when a gust of wind blew through the door, lifting the light material, showing half of her thighs. Hale's breath caught in his throat so suddenly he coughed. 

"Damn." Hale muttered under his breath. He watched, almost spellbound, the soft material with the swirl of blue, green and gold colors, clung to her body as she walked into the large room. Her full, but not large, breasts were cupped by the detail of the dress. They rose as she raised her fingers to comb through her short salt and pepper hair, brushing the windblown strands away from her face. In a heart stopping moment, the woman looked across the room straight into Hale's eyes and smiled.

Hale heard one of the women across from him announce, "Oh my, there's Sunny. I'm glad Polly convinced her to come tonight. I'll bet Bob is the first man to dance with her."

The other woman at the table added her own comment. "Bob may get to dance with her, but I'll bet you, she still won't let him take her home and I wouldn't blame her."

"Be nice, Patsy," the first woman complained.

"Nice has nothing to do with it, Marie" the second speaker scoffed. "Bob's fickle for chasing after Janie and too dumb to know what's good for him. Sunny's twice the woman Janie will ever be. Janie filed for a divorce before their first anniversary."

"No she didn't. Bob filed," Marie seemed to know what she was talking about. "He told me he wasn't going to let her come back down here to live and leave him with that big house on the lake. So, he came back down here, too." 

As the two women traded gossip, Hale looked at his brother and mouthed, "Sunny?"

Gerald nodded and leaned over to whisper, "Sunshine Benson; used to be Sunshine Thomas, Herb Thomas's widow. She married Bert Benson after his wife put him in a nursing home, and then took him to the cleaners, or so his son said. Sunny stayed with Bert until he died about a year ago. I heard they were cousins,s, or something."

Hale knew there had to be more to the story than that, but he wasn't really interested right now. Rather, he was more interested in the woman. As he listened to his brother answer his questions about the two people with Sunny, he watched as the couple and Sunny moved to a table across the room where two other couples and another woman were sitting. They all got up and hugged Sunny, then hugged the blonde and shook hands with the man. All of them were chatting and being friendly. Another couple from the next table caught Sunny's attention before she could sit down and she moved to their table to give each of them a hug, or a handshake, too. She talked for a few minutes, throwing her head back to laugh at something one of them said. 

Before taking his seat at the table, Jim Preston turned toward the concession stand but came back when Sunny called him. She had some paper money, which she was trying to put in his hand. At first he refused the money but finally took it and returned a few minutes with three beers. Polly tapped Sunny on the shoulder and pointed across the room. Sunny and Polly both waved at Patsy and her date, who returned their greetings with energetic waves of their own. Sunny looked at the other people around the table and lifted her chin slightly when Hale raised his beer and nodded at her. She blushed, and then smiled, nodding her head at him. 

Slightly embarrassed from the attention of the good looking man across the room, Sunny turned to ask Polly, "Who is that man sitting beside Gerald Burris?"

A moment later Hale saw that the woman sitting beside Sunny was looking at him. Polly turned back to Sunny, obviously answering Sunny's question about everyone at Hale's table. For the entire time he was being examined, Hale did not look away from Sunny, nor did she take her eyes off him.

Hale would have been embarrassed at Polly's response to Sunny's question. "That's Gerald's gorgeous brother, Hale. His wife died about a year ago. Half the women in this room would like to give him a key to their house, but he probably wouldn't take a single one of them. This is the first time I've seen him here. Isn't he luscious?" Polly's last remark was followed by a deep throated growl.

As the band began the first number, a slender man with thinning blonde hair and a stiff hipped gait, sauntered across the room, and hugged Sunny. Sunny turned her head when he tried to kiss her and despite the rebuke, the man led her to the dance floor. She was laughing at something one of the women said as she walked slower than the man, who had to stretch his arm to pull her behind him. Anyone witnessing this could see that she wasn't quite ready to dance, but she went anyway. Hale watched the man pull her into his arms. He was surprised to see Sunny push against him, preventing him from holding her as tightly as he wanted as they began to dance. 

Across from him, Hale heard Marie say, "See, I told you Bob was going to be the first man to dance with her." Seconds later, Marie was urging her partner, "Come on Jerry, let's dance."

Before Marie stepped into Jerry's arms, Patsy was urging her date to dance also, which left Gerald and Hale alone at their table, enjoying their beer. As both couples vacated the table, Hale looked up and saw Sunny, plus the man with whom she was dancing, had covered half the dance floor. They were directly in front of him. Sunny glanced at Hale, smiled, and pushed herself a little farther away from her partner. Hale almost stood up, but settled back in his seat, without taking his eyes off the beautiful woman he planned to dance with, at least once, before the night was over. 

During the next hour, Hale chatted with the other people at the table, sat out a few dances, or danced with each of the women at his table, plus two other women in the room whom he had known for some time. Both of those times, he was on his way across the room to ask Sunny to dance with him, but another man got there first. Each time he was within Sunny's sight, she was looking at him, smiling softly. He knew she was watching him, because he could not keep his eyes off her. 

When a dance ended, leaving Sunny and her partner standing right in front of Hale as they applauded the band, he stepped onto the dance floor. He had finally decided he was not going to wait any longer to dance with the fascinating woman.

Hale took Sunny's arm, "May I have the next dance?"

Sunny turned to look at Hale and nodded, stepping into his arms as a slow waltz began. She smelled wonderful. He slid his hand down her back and pressed her closer to himself. He felt the softness of her hair against his cheek when she rested her forehead on his shoulder for a moment. Before he negotiated a fourth of the dance floor, Hale could feel his erection growing. He knew he was holding her closer than any man had done. He also knew she could not avoid feeling the beginning of his erection.

He could do nothing about it, nor did he want to. The moment he had his arms around the woman, Hale felt the beginning of his tumescence. He felt the heaviness against his leg, the delicious feeling of excitement spreading throughout his body as the woman matched her steps to his. 

It had been several years since he had truly felt a sexual arousal to this degree. The years of his wife's illness and since her death, he had not found much to excite him, although if asked, he would admit that he had not been looking, either. It may not have been the purple headed erection of his youth, but it was curious, comfortable, and exciting, to know Sunny caused such a quick reaction to his libido. 

Sunny leaned back for a moment and looked up at Hale. He raised one eyebrow, as if to ask, "Are you offended?" Sunny gave him a soft smile and allowed him to pull her back into his arms. He reveled and responded to the exquisite feeling of her breasts rubbing softly against his chest. Her belly brushed his, and her soft hand rested in his, while her other hand rested on his shoulder. He celebrated her nearness, breathing in the musky fragrance of her own arousal, as the heat between their bodies rose around them.

Their dance ended much too soon. Sunny was in a haze of sexual excitement. It had been a very long time since a man had excited her so much. Neither she nor Hale spoke, they merely held each other, as he led her around the dance floor. Sunny was not sure she even heard the music playing. He had his arm around her and her eyes were closed with her cheek resting lightly against his shoulder.

Sunny felt a bubble of moisture escape between the lips of her labia, which belied the myth of vaginal dryness she heard some of her peers whisper about. At least that part of her body still worked, even if other parts did not work as well as they did when she was younger. After a whole day of accepting that she was almost sixty-five, feeling a sexual thrill because she was dancing with a good looking man, meant the day was ending just a little better than it had begun. 

During the first two hours Hale noticed the man, whom he assumed was Bob, approached Sunny for additional dances. Occasionally, he was successful and other times he was not. Once, when a man at her table took her hand to lead her to the dance floor, before Bob could get to her, Bob turned around and walked briskly toward the small concession stand. His footsteps were hard and determined, as if he was not in the least happy about his failure to reach her before another man asked her to dance.

After another hour, a few couples began to leave the dance. Some were couples who had arrived together, or had been sitting at the same table. However, occasionally a man from one table walked across the room to take the hand of a woman at another table and lead her, or hold her arm, as they left the building. Hale had already picked out the woman his brother was interested in; she danced about every fourth dance with Gerald.

Knowing he wanted to hold Sunny again, he walked across the room, stopping in front of her at about the same time Bob approached her. Hale offered his hand to Sunny and she stood, ignored the same offer from Bob, to take Hale's hand.

Over Sunny's shoulder, Hale watched their progress around the dance floor, carefully steering them away from the crowded areas of the floor. He bent his head down and whispered, his lips just barely touching her ear, "I want to kiss you," and then he straightened his head as if nothing had been said. 

Sunny rested her head on his shoulder for a moment and he felt her lips touch his neck. At the corner of the dance floor he leaned down and quickly kissed her cheek. When he turned away to avoid a collision with another couple, he pulled Sunny tighter into the curve of his body and felt her press herself against his erection. 

A few steps farther along and they were directly in front of the entrance. Hale grabbed her other hand and pulled Sunny behind him as he left the building. Moments later, they were in the cool night air and he had his arms around her, with her back against the side of the building, captured and held there by his body. He pressed his lips to hers and just held them there, savoring the softness of her.

He raised his head for a moment to look at her, "Kiss me, woman," he pleaded, and returned his mouth to hers.

Very slowly she parted her lips, and then she pushed lightly against Hale's chest. "Please."

"Please what? Please don't kiss you, or please do?"

Sunny turned her head away, "Just, please. Don't rush me."

Hale took his arms away from her, held them out the sides of his body, took a step back and grinned, "Then come over here, and kiss me."

Sunny took one step forward, put her hands on his face and raised herself to her toes, tilted her head and kissed him. He dropped his arms, but did not touch her. It was a long slow kiss. Something of beauty, so gentle and easy that Hale knew it was the best kiss he'd ever received, given, or shared. When she took her hands from his face, he simply stood there, with his eyes closed, savoring the blood pulsing through his body and the deep throbbing inside his head.

When Hale opened his eyes, Sunny was gone, and he was hurting.

He spent several minutes pacing in front of the entrance, breathing deeply, and calming his intense sexual arousal. Finally, he started walking toward his truck, but at the last second turned around and returned to the building entrance. When he entered the building Hale saw to his astonishment, Sunny dancing with Bob. She turned her head to look straight at him just as the couple, with whom she arrived, walked by Hale; the woman had her purse tucked under her arm.

Hale took one step forward, not sure if he intended to cut-in, take Sunny away from Bob, or planned on doing something else. Seeing Hale come towards her, Sunny slightly shook her head and turned her face to respond to something Bob said. However, she did not smile at Bob. 

After their dance, it took little imagination to know what was happening when Bob stopped by the table he had occupied most of the evening. Without letting go of Sunny's hand, he retrieved his jacket, and turned to leave the building. Hale stood and took his own jacket off the back of his chair. When he caught his brother's eye, he pointed toward the entrance and waved. Gerald nodded once, and pulled the woman he was dancing with a little closer to him. Hale grinned at his brother, who did not bother to hide his own smile.

With no intent, other than leaving the dance, Hale followed a few cars out of the parking lot. Two cars ahead of him, the passenger in a large expensive sedan, lit by the headlights of the car behind it, was wearing a dress with the swirl of blue, green and gold colors of the dress Sunny wore. For no reason, other than the look on Sunny's face when he watched her walking toward the building's doors, Hale turned into the same line of traffic as the sedan, even though the sedan entered the line of traffic with a squeal of tires. A few blocks down the street, the sedan needlessly made a wide turn, which was overcorrected and then straightened, before going several blocks into a residential area. Hale followed, calling himself every kind of a fool, with no more brains than a lovesick teenager.




A New Beginning



The sedan came to a sudden stop at the curb in front of a town house. Hale pulled his truck to the curb, turned off his lights and engine, and sat for a moment to watch. Bob left the driver's side of the car, to open the passenger door, but instead of offering his hand to help Sunny out of the car, he stood in the open door, effectively blocking her from leaving the car. With the door open, the car's interior lights were on, showing Sunny turned with her feet outside as if she was prepared to stand, but Bob was in her way. Bob was leaning over, straightening up, and then leaning over again. He seemed to be saying something to Sunny, who was shaking her head.

Sunny put her hand on Bob's chest to push him back. When Hale saw that Bob did not move, Hale stepped out of his truck. He walked to the passenger side of the car and offered his hand to Sunny, surprising Bob.

"Come on, Sweetheart, I'll walk you to your front door."

When Sunny looked up at Hale, he saw she was almost in tears. Bob straightened up and raised his voice, to ask, "Who the hell are you?"

"If you'll take a step back, I'm the man who will walk this lady to her front door, sir."

When Sunny reached for Hale's hand, Bob slapped her hand away and spoke sharply to Hale, "You're not needed here. Get lost, buster."

Sunny had jerked her arm back when Bob slapped her hand. Hale leaned into the car, to take Sunny's arm and felt a hand squeeze his shoulder.

"Hey, bud. I thought I told you, you're not needed here." Bob's voice was slightly slurred, either from a slight speech impediment or from enjoying the beer he had been drinking for several hours. 

Hale ignored the hand on his shoulder and pulled on Sunny's arm, to help her out of the car. He did not turn his head to look at Bob, but his remark was loud enough for there to be no mistake, to whom he was speaking. "I think the lady can decide that for herself. Come on, Sweetheart, I'll walk you to your door."

Hale held Sunny's shaking arm for the entire walk to her front door, speaking quietly to her, despite Bob calling her name. "Don't look back. If you want to, look up at me, but do not look behind us." 

When they stepped up to her front door, Hale asked, "Do you have your key?" Sunny took her eyes away from Hale's face for only a moment, just long enough to take her key from her pocket and place it in his outstretched hand. Hale reached over in front of Sunny and pushed the key into the lock, "Ignore him and watch me unlock your door."

Hale turned the knob, but only opened the latch, without pushing the door inward. Instead he turned to Sunny and put his hands on her shaking shoulders. "Now, we can stand out here and pretend we are talking, or I can step inside with you until he leaves. The choice is yours."

Sunny looked up, "Would you like to come inside?"

"I would like that very much, thank you," Hale replied, pushing the front door open and putting his hand at the small of Sunny's back, urging her to walk inside. He closed the door behind them and backed up against the door, watching Sunny take several deep breaths, rubbing her fingers across her forehead.

"How much did you have to drink tonight?" Hale asked, leaning against the front door, his arms folded across his chest. From outside came the sound of a car door being slammed and tires screeching down the street.

"Oh, just two, no it was probably three beers, but I didn't drink all of them. I very seldom drink. I've just had this dull headache since mid-afternoon." Sunny jerked at the sounds from outside, looked around, and lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry. I'm not being a very gracious hostess. Come with me and we can find a more comfortable place for a conversation."

"I'll find my way around, if you'll go fix both of us a large glass of cold water." 

"Water?"

"Yes, alcohol is dehydrating. You'll feel better tomorrow morning if you drink a big glass of water tonight. Maybe the water will help your headache, too." 

Sunny found Hale sitting on the couch in her living room, his coat and tie were on the back of the couch with his shoes on the floor beneath his coat. He took the glass of water from her, thanking her and patting the cushion beside him.

"Come sit down and I'll work on that headache," he offered.

"You don't have to..."

"Come on, Sweetheart, I don't bite," he chuckled for a moment, and then added, "At least I don't bite very hard."

Sunny drank half of her water and put the glass on the table in front of the couch. She looked down at her hands folded in her lap, "Thanks for..." she tilted her head toward her front door.

Hale nodded and turned sideways, leaning against the end of the couch, He separated his legs, slid one behind Sunny, and patted his chest, "Lie down here. Take your shoes off and put your feet up."

Sunny objected, but Hale put his hands on her shoulders, turning her back to him, and pulled her back to rest her head on his chest. They talked quietly as he massaged her temples, across her forehead, and down the sides of her neck. They traded information about themselves, perhaps being a little more honest than they could be in any other setting. There was no one to overhear them, nor did they need to see the other's expression. When they spoke of their deceased spouse, or how difficult being a surviving spouse had been, for each of them, they did not need a lot of information to understand what each other had been through.

Some time during their discussion, Sunny rolled over to her side and Hale scooted down until her head was resting on his shoulder. It was not surprising that, when she looked up to respond to one of his questions, he leaned down to kiss her. Her hand automatically went up to rest on his other shoulder pulling him closer for a more thorough kiss. 

His mouth went down her neck, and then up to the soft spot beneath her ear. "My God, you are delicious." They kissed easily, learning the feel and taste of each other's mouth, until Hale said, "Sweetheart, I'm going to take you to bed or you better send me home, which I'd really rather you didn't do."

"Hale, it's been...I haven't done this...I'm not sure."

"I don't care. You know what? I really don't care. I mean about the sex," Hale pulled Sunny up and kissed her hard. "I'd enjoy making love to you, but I haven't had someone to hold in a long time and I miss it. If holding you is all I get, alright. I want more, but at least I won't be alone tonight. You're a warm body next to me, someone who returns my affection, who will understand that I'm not a young stud anymore. Alright?"

"Hale..." Sunny started to admonish him for talking about being an old man. She had already done that a few times when he complained that he wasn't as active as he had been in previous years.

He put his hands on her face and lifted her to look at him. "If I was a teenager, I'd already have your clothes off and I'd be searching for a condom, if my brain was working well enough to think that far. I'm not a teenager, I'm a mature man. I'm not going to lie to you, or do anything you don't want. But I want some comfort, a lot of time, and your participation." Once again he kissed her hard. "Now, take me to your bed, or send me home."

Sunny laughed lightly as she stood up straight, putting her hands in the small of her back. Her laughter showed some strain, or embarrassment, as she stretched, "Oh my goodness, my back. I agree about needing more comfort than that couch." She took his hand and pulled, giving him time to stand up straight. 

Hale put his hands on her waist as they walked down the dark hall and then slid his hands down to cup her bottom. Sunny stopped and stood still as he moved nearer to her, his erection pressed against her. She turned to him, reaching for his belt buckle. He captured her hands and pulled them up to rest on his chest. With his arms around her, he backed her against the wall, pressing his body against her to hold her still. 

He buried his face in her neck as his hands rose up to cup her breasts. "Oh my God," he exclaimed, a catch in his voice as her nipples hardened beneath his palms. "It's been a dozen years since I've held a woman like this."

Hale stepped back, brushed Sunny's hair behind her ears, kissed her gently, and asked her, "Have I told you how beautiful you are? I stopped breathing when I saw you walk into the dance tonight." He watched her face as he brushed the backs of his fingers down the front of her dress, across the slopes of her breasts, and finally putting his hands around her waist.

"It's the silk dress," Sunny explained.

"Maybe," Hale nodded. "But I'm going to feel the same when I see you without the dress." 

Hale smiled and bent to kiss her, his lips barely touching hers. Sunny felt herself tingling a little, the contact so fleeting it was barely there. It wasn't enough and she wanted more, so much more. She could feel the heat of his hard body pressed lightly against her. She wanted him more than she had thought as he reached up and opened the top button on the silk dress.

Her hands stayed on Hale's chest as he opened several more buttons. Apparently, he was just as aroused as she was when she felt his nipples. They were hard as pebbles as she felt them through the fabric of his shirt. He shivered in response and pulled her closer, capturing her hands between their bodies. 

Suddenly he was in a hurry. Hale took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled her between his thighs. Hale took a deep breath, trying to slow down, as he slowly ran his hands from her waist, up her body and brushed against the sides of her breasts, pressing the heels of his hands against the fullness.

It had been so long since a man had touched 

Sunny so tenderly and she wanted more. Keeping his gaze fixed on her face, Hale slowly unbuttoned more of her dress. Sunny was almost afraid to breathe, thinking about what it would feel like when he was finally touching her skin. One by one, he undid buttons, enjoying himself, as if he was opening a gift, until eventually he opened the top of the dress and slid his hands along her ribs before cupping each breast gently. 

He slowly rubbed his thumbs across her erect nipples. Sunny flinched as a soft sound of pleasure escaped her mouth at the sensation. Hale just smiled, pulled her close then captured a nipple in his lips and suckled gently.

"Oh Hale..." She breathed his name in a deep exhale of her breath, as he began to nibble the captured bud. Her eyes closed; turning her head from side to side she lost herself in the feeling of his hot mouth on her nipple. Tiny shivers of desire shot down her nerve paths straight to her feminine core as she pushed her pelvis toward him, seeking relief from the delicious torment.

His mouth moved to the other breast as a hand moved around to her back, holding her still and helping her press herself to his mouth. Sunny felt him undoing the remaining buttons on her dress and before she was even aware of it, the dress was sliding off her shoulders, pooling around her bare feet. 

Hale rested his cheek against her stomach, enjoying the feel of her softness, unsure how much further Sunny would go, and unwilling to push her beyond what she wanted to do. Teasingly, he touched the softness of her belly moving lower and lower, finally stroking her, moving across her sex. She gasped out loud, her body shook with the stimulation as his fingers rubbed across the wet crotch of her panties. Her legs trembled as she held onto his shoulders. He rested his mouth against her, tasting her salty skin. 

Her desire for release was growing more urgent. "Please..." she begged, her words were barely coherent.

"Please what?" Hale asked, smiling at her. "Please don't, or please do?"

"I need..." she paused. "I...I want you to..." She gasped as he brushed his finger over her cloth covered swollen clitoris. 

He moved his hand farther down her back, slipping his fingers inside the elastic of her panties dragging them down her thighs. Then he pushed his finger between the lips of her labia, across her clitoris, and slid deep inside her. It had been a long time since a man had touched her that way. She shuddered and cried out with the pleasure of his finger sliding in and out of her.

He used his thumb, gently rubbing her clit, while his fingers, wet with her juices, continued their exploration. Sunny showed her appreciation moving back and forth between his thighs. Her breathing was fast, almost panting, and her hands were tight on his shoulders, her fingers digging into him. 

She could feel her orgasm approaching, the muscles of her inner thighs were quivering as the pleasure pushed higher and stronger.

Sunny leaned forward resting her cheek against the top of his head, threading her fingers through his hair as he continued to stimulate her, increasing the pressure and speed as he listened to her wordless moans and felt her movements against him.

He twisted his finger inside her, turning his palm upward and rubbed the tip of his finger across the rough sensitive spot at the top of her vagina. That's when it happened. She exploded, her body shook, a flood erupted filling his hand, running down his arm and soaking the top of his shirt. Without stopping to let her relax, he did it again, pulling the rough tip of his finger across the spot inside her and an additional gush of her juice splashed on him, ran down her legs, and hit him in the mouth as he moved his face closer to her.

For a few moments she was unaware of anything around her, and then she began to descend from the height of her climax and realized what she had done. Other than a husband, she had never been touched so intimately by a man and no man had ever elicited such a strong climax from her. Despite the pleasant humming of her body, she wanted to pull away from Hale. She wanted to hide, escape, or ask his pardon. 

She started to turn away, unable to look at him, and did not want him to look at her. He seemed to understand, instead of letting her go, he pulled her closer, and held her, as he used his teeth to nibble at the soft flesh on her side until she was laughing and struggling to escape the tickling sensation. 

Chuckling, Hale said, "I told you I don't bite very hard." He fell back on the bed, pulling her down with him. 

Almost afraid to say anything, Sunny whispered, "I've never done that before. I guess I had too much beer at the dance. I should have gone..."

"Sweetheart," Hale interrupted her. "That was not urine. I know it wasn't, I tasted it."

She tried not to show she was shocked, "You did!" Suddenly sitting up Sunny said, "You still have all your clothes on."

"Yeah, I just sort of noticed that myself." Hale reached down and began to pull his belt loose. Sunny moved his hands away and did it for him, then started unbuttoning his shirt, remembering how it felt when he unbuttoned her dress. 

"Oh my," Sunny said, slowly moving her hand across the front of his pants, brushing across his erection. With a twinkle in her eyes, she looked at Hale, "Is this for me?"

"You little flirt," Hale mumbled as he stood to remove his shirt, pants and boxer shorts. "Going around bare breasted and letting every man in the room know it."

"I know," Sunny groaned and buried her face in her hands. "I was getting dressed in a hurry so Polly and Jim didn't have to wait for me."

"I loved it." Hale admitted. "I may have to insist on the reinstitution of bra burnings so I can keep you that way."

"Hale..." Sunny started to chastise him for teasing her. She looked up at him as he sat down beside her. A mat of salt and pepper hair covered the upper part of his chest, narrowing to a line that traveled all the way down his body. His dark blue eyes seemed to devour her as he reached out to cup her breast. As he had done before, he brushed his thumb across the soft nipple, watching it pucker and harden. She watched his eyes darken with desire. 

Sunny leaned forward to kiss him. Their mouths grew increasingly hungry as he sucked on her bottom lip and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He had not kissed her like that earlier. Those were gentle explorations, a tender exchange of affection. He was devouring her mouth, moving his body over her, looming above her, his mouth going down her neck, kissing her, nipping at her soft skin, using his teeth, almost painful in his intensity.

He could smell her, the musk of her arousal. His hand found her wetness, his finger searched for her depths, and his palm felt her heat. His erection was throbbing, hot, and almost painful with his need for her. 

With no preliminaries, he was pushing his hardness into her, groaning with the first feeling of her heat surrounding him. Sunny closed her eyes, feeling every inch of him as he entered her. And then he was going deeper and deeper and deeper, pausing for her tightness to adjust and envelope him, letting her feel him inside her. His balls resting against her, letting her know he was all the way inside her. 

Hale began to stroke in and out, going slowly, watching her face, waiting for her to join his movements. Sunny lifted her hips to meet him, every movement he made caused another fresh flow of moisture, as she squirmed and moved beneath him, the sensations were exquisite to him. The velvet softness of her heat surrounded him. 

With his arms braced beside her, Hale enjoyed this woman beneath him. He watched her, his cock felt like it was made for her. It was a perfect fit in every way. He stopped for a moment, hoping to make it last a little longer, he slowly withdrew until just the head remained in her, and then he pushed back in and stopped. Each time he was fully seated in her, she groaned and lifted her hips as if she could pull him farther into her. 

He felt it building, the lust, the passion, the animal urge. His breathing was labored. His blood was hot. His balls were tight. His thighs burned and his arms strained as he plunged in and out of her. His cock seemed to grow as their bodies fused. A fine coat of sweat covered his back, and glistened on her breasts, as if she had been sprinkled with glitter.

Sunny closed her eyes, feeling her approaching climax, barely aware of Hale watching her, feeling her clitoris rubbing against him with each thrust. Her head rolled from side to side. She pleaded with him, "Hale...Hale...now...now...oh..." and then she groaned, arched her back, and lifted her hips to meet the intensity of his movements.

He thrust harder and deeper, an urgency to feel her muscles contracting around him. Her ejaculate splattered his belly, flowed across his cock, ran down his balls, and dripped down his thighs as he threw his head back and groaned loud and long, almost an animalistic growl. His head jerked forward, back, and then forward again, over and over, as his own climax sent liquid heat deep inside her. 

And then she was quiet, but not still. She shuddered and trembled with the small after shocks of her climax. Hale rested some of his weight on her, panting hard as he tried to regain his breath, brushing her sweat dampened hair away from her face. He kissed her gently, a soothing kiss for her and gratitude for what she shared with him. After a moment he rolled to the side, taking her with him, unwilling to let go of her, for even a moment. As his breathing calmed he rolled onto his back, pulling her up to rest on top of him, his arms around her.

Sunny nestled against his warm body, listened to his heartbeat, and felt a calmness overtake them as she closed her eyes. Perhaps mandatory retirement wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

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