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Double D's

By: dott



Our online chat during the day had centered around one thing and one thing only … control. You were ready to be used for my pleasure and your mind was well ahead of your body in its need to have your free will in my hands. Walking in the door I applied two Velcro restraints just up from your hands and made sure they were tight. Pulling your arms behind you I made sure that the clips on the restraints clasped together at the wrists so that you were in effect cuffed. I quickly removed your top and bra leaving them open and hanging to expose your breasts as much as I could with your arms pulled so tightly behind you. Backing you toward the front door and with little pressure on your shoulders you were on your knees in front of me within the first 4 minutes of my arriving. With one last movement I took a leash from my pocket and clipped it to the cuffs on your wrists. This allowed me the luxury of looping the other end to the doorknob where I tightly tied the leash. Bound and on your knees in front of me with no way to get your hands free you were a beautiful sight. Your lips slightly damp from being licked at the anticipation of what you knew was to come.

I quickly lowered my pants and with a quick motion forward I had half my cock deep in your open waiting mouth. I just let your lips rest around me for a few seconds while I took in the beautiful sight of you submitting yourself on your knees before me. Your tongue began to snake its way slowly around my throbbing rod as you sought to harden my cock. Your head began to bob slowly at first till I was banging the head of my cock against the back of your throat over and over again. I was easily able to see out your front window and see the traffic passing by as you proceeded to bring me to the edge of bursting time and time again until finally I told you to stop. Pulling my dick from your mouth I helped you to your feet and quickly led you to your bed where I was able to reverse your bonds so that your hands were now tied in front of you. I wanted you to feel the plateau of pleasure you had me dancing on just moments before as I laid you back and quickly removed the last of your clothing. 

With the intent of suffocating myself, I buried my face in your dripping wet pussy till I started to see spots. My tongue dancing from your clit to your ass and back again as your legs tensed around me. Reaching up I joined my hands with yours pinching your already hard nipples while I lapped your vulva like it was my only sustenance. You were bucking into my face trying to get as much of my tongue buried in your fuck hole as possible while you started to cum. It was all I could do to keep from cumming from the friction of the covers on your bed. Hot, sweaty, and glowing we slowly drifted back to a place where we could talk. We needed water and that's what you provided. Returning to the bedroom with an ice-cold bottle you had the most wicked grin on your face and it was then that I knew you had a wonderful idea.

Quietly and in a cock sore raspy voice you told asked me "should I call Dena". Jokingly at first I commented, " Hmm with Debbie and Dena I would certainly have a set of Double Ds". I started to realize you weren't kidding as you left the room and quickly returned with the phone in your hand. All of a sudden I knew that your plans for pleasing me were just getting started. Your intention quickly took on the single-minded purpose of you, your girlfriend and me fucking in a mass of flesh in your bed.

Knowing Dena was at work when you called you were coy with your invitation. Telling her to take a half hour break and that you had a surprise for her was one way to get her out of her responsibilities for only a short period of time. You quickly spoke with her work partner to insure that you would get her back to work in a timely fashion and it was a NECESSITY she come visit. With only a small clue of what was to transpire Dena agreed and was quickly on her way.

The anticipation had my cock raging hard. Resting totally nude in your bed while you played with my cock we waited 5 minutes for the knock at the door. You quickly left the bedroom to answer in nothing more than a smile. Your conversation was easily overheard as you led Dena back to the bedroom and to the surprise of me nude with a raging hard on in your bed. A quick kiss and quick comment to Dena that I had just spent the last half hour eating you out "like there was no tomorrow" was quieted by you falling back to the bed and swallowing my cock. Dena quickly seated herself on the edge of the bed where she could see your mouth encircle me. Our introduction to each other consisted of me telling her hello as I put my hand on her ass and used the other to cup one of her firm breasts. In less than 1 minute of her watching this hot scene she stood and quickly disrobed to join you in your feast. All of a sudden I had a wonderful ass in my face and my fingers in a wet pussy as two lovely ladies … my double D's preceded to kiss each other around my stiff cock. The combination of hot mouths licking up and down the sides of me had my head spinning in a hurry. It wasn't long at all before I lost track of whose mouth or hands were stroking me. It was a miracle that I didn't explode on the spot.

Shifting positions Dena laid on her back lengthwise across the bed so she could finally get Debbie's face between her thighs. You dove in to her pussy with much gusto as you watched me position myself on my knees by Dena's head and shove my dick into her mouth. Dena's hands on my ass pulled me faster and deeper into her waiting throat as you managed to make her whole body flush with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around your head and milked my cock over and over again to the rhythm of your licking. Watching your juice covered face I couldn't wait for a taste anymore. Joining you on my knees I quickly added my face and my hands to Dena's wet open pussy. As I lapped at her clit you began to push my face harder and harder into her dripping snatch. Finally seeking more leverage you moved to the top of my body laying on me and holding her dripping crotch as tightly to my face as possible till she began to moan more and more loudly. In a matter of seconds I was face down without air, in a churning orgasming pussy intent on milking every bit of pleasure from my face as possible, as Dena came over and over grinding her clit on my nose. With spots in my eyes from the lack of air I positioned myself back on the bead as we all collapsed in a heap.

True to your word you sent Dena back to work all aglow in just over half an hour.

With only one thing on our minds as Dena left we reentered your bed so you could climb on top of me and ride me till I FINALLY came. The miracle of the evening that I survived so long to get to at last bury myself in your hot well licked hole and cum from the root of my toes. As always you more than pleased me with your perverse desire to please and be pleased. Where will your kinky side take us next?

Double Duty



I was so glad this day was over and my three-day weekend was just beginning. This week had dragged so slowly; it seemed more like a month. My boss, Mr. Farrell was going to be out of town so he’d given me tomorrow off. It was supposed to be nice through the weekend so maybe I’d drive down to the lake. I should go shopping for a new television but I wasn’t sure what I wanted.

The apartment was quiet, too quiet. My son was off to spend his annual two-week vacation with his father. He hadn’t really wanted to go with his dad but it was part of our visitation agreement. I didn’t need any more problems with his dad; he was a big enough pain in the ass. 

The apartment was stuffy so I thought I’d open up the sliding glass patio doors and let some fresh air in. There was a very warm breeze blowing as I stepped out on the tiny patio.

“Hi Ms. B!” I heard voices greeting me.

I looked towards my neighbors and saw Alex and Tyrell sitting out on their patio. Alex and Tyrell were both city policemen. They worked together and lived in the adjacent apartment. I always felt safe knowing the two of them were usually just a shout away. The two black men looked very handsome in their uniforms. Alex and Tyrell were both in their mid-twenties, six foot tall or more with very muscular builds. Tyrell was bald; I suspected he shaved his head because he liked the look.

“Hi guys!” I spoke, returning their greeting. “Nice day!”

“Where’s your son, haven’t seen him all week?” Alex asked.

“Oh, he’s been with his father up in Chicago this week.” I replied. “He’ll be back next Sunday afternoon.”

I had to dress very conservative at work. Mr. Farrell was a stickler on dress code. Dresses and skirts had to be at least knee length and absolutely nothing low cut. Even jewelry had to be kept to a minimum. I called it my “granny look”. At least I could wear what I wanted for the next few days. I’ve got a great figure. I just didn‘t get the chance to show it off very often. I’m 36, 5’9” tall, slim with shoulder length dark hair. I couldn’t attract any of the men at work, probably because of the way I had to dress. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been out with anyone; it had been so long ago. I started to head back into my apartment to change out of my office attire.

“Ms. B. How about having a beer with us?” Tyrell shouted.

I wasn’t much of a drinker but a cold beer did sound good. I told them that sounded pretty good. I walked across the short grassy area in my high-heels towards the two men. Alex slid the patio door back and I stepped into the coolness of their apartment. The cool air was very refreshing. Alex and Tyrell motioned me towards their livingroom. It was the first time I’d ever been inside their apartment. It was very nice, all leather furniture with light oak accessories. 

I noticed a big screen television along one wall and asked them about it. Alex started telling me all about it while Tyrell went to the kitchen to get the beer. The television had every feature you could dream possible and the picture was crystal clear. Alex said he and Tyrell were big sports and movie fans, that‘s why they‘d purchased it. Tyrell came back from the kitchen and handed me a cold glass of beer. It tasted great, really hitting the spot.

Tyrell motioned towards the couch, so I walked over and sat down. The leather was a little stiff but very comfortable. Alex sat on the couch with me. Tyrell sat in a leather swivel chair across from me. I had always been curious about police work so I asked them about their jobs. From the description of what they got involved in, it was far from glamorous like it’s often portrayed. Alex and Tyrell loved telling some of the funny incidences they got involved in. They talked for more than an hour, one funny story after another. Tyrell had kept refilling my glass and I was really beginning to relax. I enjoyed the two men’s company but I should be getting back to my apartment. I was getting a little hungry, probably from drinking the beer. 

Alex suggested they call out for pizza. I could eat with them if I liked. It had been awhile since I’d had pizza. Their offer sounded tempting so I took them up on it. Alex went to the phone while I used their bathroom. When I returned, Tyrell had poured me another beer. I’d had enough beer so I just nursed it till the pizza arrived. Tyrell asked me about my job. I gave them a brief explanation of what I did and how boring the job was. I’d thought seriously about looking for another job but I didn’t know what kind of work might interest me more.

The pizza finally arrived. It smelled great when Alex opened the box. Tyrell put a couple of big slices on a plate and handed it to me. We sat in the livingroom, eating pizza and watching the evening news. I ate all that I wanted so I set my plate on the coffee table in front of me. I took a big drink, finishing the beer off. The effects of the beer had me very relaxed, even a little sleepy.

“How about some desert Ms. B?” Alex said almost in a whisper.

“I couldn’t eat another thing.” I replied, my voice a little slurred.

I didn’t catch their real meaning at first. I felt Alex’s arm around my shoulders pulling me towards him. He leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. My lips responded immediately. It had been so long since I’d been kissed. Alex’s lips moved over mine. I tried to keep our lips together making the kiss last. I could feel the heat in my body rising. I put my hand on Alex’s shoulder trying to pull him closer to me. Tyrell came over and sat down on my other side. Alex’s lips parted from mine. I opened my eyes, seeing him smiling. Tyrell put his huge hand on my chin and turned my head towards him. He put his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. I felt his tongue slide between my lips, licking them back and forth. I parted them so his thick tongue could moisten them freely. Tyrell played with my lips, then slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. He worked his tongue over mine then swirled it around my mouth.

My body was reacting to all the kissing. I wasn’t objecting as they took turns kissing me and probing their hard tongues inside my mouth. Tyrell’s hand was at the hem of my skirt pushing it slowly upwards. His strong hand brushing back and forth on my leg. I pressed my legs together to keep his hand from getting any higher but that didn’t stop him. He kept rubbing along the top of my leg, inching my skirt higher. Alex was kissing me harder, grinding his lips on mine. I felt his hand cupping one of my breasts, massaging and fondling it. My breathing was coming in slow deep breaths as the two men worked on me. I knew I should stop them but my body was hungry for attention.

Tyrell had my skirt almost pushed up to the top of my thigh-high nylons. He strong hands rubbing up and down on my legs. I relaxed, letting them part just a little. Tyrell’s hand immediately slipped down between my legs. Alex and I parted lips. Tyrell waited a minute to let me catch my breath before putting his lips on mine. He slid his huge tongue between my lips and probed deep inside my mouth. He worked it in and out of my mouth slowly. It was like he was tongue fucking my mouth. I moaned deeply as he continued sliding his tongue in and out. 

I was so engrossed with Tyrell that I hadn’t noticed Alex unbuttoning my blouse. He pulled the blouse from my skirt and spread it wide open. I felt the cool air passing over my chest. Alex put his hand up to my breasts and squeezed them. The heat inside my body was building; my lips were getting tired from all the kissing. Tyrell stopped kissing me. He was looking down at his hand up under my skirt, just above the elastic of my thigh-highs, mere inches from my panties. I put my hand down to his arm, forcing him to stop. He kept his hand where it was at, not pushing up any farther. Alex kissed me on the neck several times. He put his fingers on the front clasp of my white, lace-trimmed bra. I held his wrist to keep him from pulling on the clasp. My head was clearing but my body was still very aroused. I knew I should get up from the couch and leave but I couldn’t get my body to cooperate.

“Hmmmmmm. Be a damn shame to get this far and not see those beautiful tits of yours, Ms. B.” Alex whispered.

Alex toyed with the clasp. I released my grip on his wrist letting him pull the clasp apart. My bra sprang apart, my breasts bared for their eyes. I looked down at them. My nipples responded as the cool air whisped across them. They were growing erect, blossoming on their own. Alex grinned and took one of the nipples between his fingers. He pulled on it gently causing it to elongate.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh……………… ohhhhhhhhh” I moaned deep, watching Alex play with my aroused nipples.

Tyrell slid his hand down my leg, lifting my foot up onto the edge of the coffee table. My skirt was still pushed to the top of my nylons. Tyrell kissed me softly, barely pressing his lips against mine. His hand slid between my legs, gently massaging the bare skin just above my nylons. Alex was kissing my breasts and sucking on my hard nipples. He took turns, doing one breast and then the other. I couldn’t hold back. I felt myself slipping into a long slow orgasm. My body squirmed on the couch as it overtook my heated body. Tyrell’s hand was on my pussy, rubbing back and forth over my panties. His manipulations prolonged my orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhh………. Hmmmmmmmmm” I moaned, letting myself enjoy the sensation I was experiencing. 

Alex rose up from the couch and headed towards one of the bedrooms. Tyrell kept rubbing my pussy, keeping me aroused. Alex came back to the livingroom, slowing approaching the couch. He was completely naked. His huge black cock pointing straight out from his muscular body. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I was mesmerized by it’s size. Alex stood in front of me. He put his hand down to take mine. I put my hand in his and he pulled me up off the couch. I was standing right up next to him, leaning against him to steady myself. Alex took my hand and put it on his rock hard cock. I couldn’t get my fingers around it but I could feel it pulsating. Alex’s cock felt so hot. He stepped back and I followed him, still gripping his cock. Tyrell came up behind me, his strong hands on my hips.

“Let’s see what the rest of that hot little body of yours looks like, Ms. B!” Tyrell exclaimed.

I couldn’t see his face but I’m sure he was grinning as much as Alex. I had to stop this before I let it get any farther along. Maybe it was already too late, I didn’t know.

“We’ve got to stop………. this is…………. crazy.” I could barely get the words out.

Alex and Tyrell knew I wasn’t serious. Tyrell pulled my blouse and bra off, tossing them on the couch. Then his hands slowly unzipped my skirt and pushed it down my legs. Tyrell lifted each foot one at a time till I’d stepped out of it. He tossed the skirt on the couch with the rest of my clothes. I stood there wearing just my white panties, nylons and high-heels. Tyrell ran his hand over my ass.

“Damn that’s one hell of an ass!” He exclaimed aloud. “Got to be some good fuckin‘!”

Alex grinned looking down at my hand, still holding his pulsating fuck shaft. He pulled the front of my panties outward and glanced down at my trimmed pubic hair. His grin got even bigger. He let go of my panties and they snapped back. Tyrell put his hands on my panties and started to pull them down my legs. I let go of Alex’s cock and tried to stop him but he already had them down to my knees. He let go of them and they fell around my ankles. I stepped out of them leaving them lay on the floor. I looked down, seeing the large wet spot in the crotch of my panties. Alex and Tyrell noticed it too.

“Spread those gorgeous legs!” Tyrell ordered.

I spread my legs a little. Tyrell pulled them much farther apart. He pushed my shoulders forward with one hand, sliding his other hand between my legs. He gently rubbed the lips of my pussy. I couldn’t keep from wiggling my ass. I held onto Alex, my hands at his waist. Alex reached between my outstretched arms and grasped his cock near its base. He pointed it up towards my face. I couldn’t wait to taste his hard black meat. I put my lips on the bulbous head of his cock, kissing it all over. I had to work my lips around to get it into my mouth. My lips were stretched over his shaft, my tongue swiping along the underneath side. I tried pumping my mouth up and down on his cock but I couldn’t get much past the head. I sucked on the head of his cock as hard as I could. Tyrell was fingering my pussy, sliding up and down the tight slit. I felt my juices flowing. Alex held the back of my head but I still managed to suck his cock as hard as I could. My hungry mouth was making loud slurping sounds.

I felt Alex’s body tensing. His leg muscles were taut. I held his waist tight, my lips clamped onto his hard fucking cock. I sucked him till he came. His hot load shot hard to the back of my throat. I managed to swallow it just before he blew his next load into my waiting mouth. My nostrils flared trying to breath. I managed to swallow Alex’s second load. I was choking a little so I took my mouth off his cock. His firm grip on my head started to ease. I pulled myself up clawing at Alex’s chest for support. Tyrell pulled his hand from between my legs. Alex’s cock was still oozing cum; it dripped down onto the carpeting. Tyrell held me by my waist, pulling me back against him for support. I managed to slowly get my breath back.

“Fuckin’ damn, you love cum cocktails, don’t you?” Alex exclaimed.

I just nodded my head. I looked back at Tyrell. He was perspiring even though the air conditioner was running. Tyrell pushed me towards one of the bedrooms. I saw Alex walking slowly towards the kitchen. Tyrell pulled the blanket off the bed and threw it on the floor. I kicked off my high-heels and got on the bed, stretching out in the center. Alex entered the bedroom carrying a couple of beers. He handed me one and I took a big swallow, washing my mouth and throat. I handed the beer to Tyrell. He finished it off. Alex got on the bed and took my nylons off. His eyes were focused on my hot pussy. He lowered his mouth to my pussy and started licking it with his strong tongue. He probed it inside me, licking my inner walls. I saw Tyrell stripping off his uniform just before I closed my eyes. Alex worked my pussy over like an animal. He sucked my clit with his lips till I thought I would lose my mind. I had a tremendous orgasm lasting several minutes.

“AHHHHHHHHHH…………. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD” I cried out.

Alex licked my pussy slower and slower till he finally stopped. I opened my eyes seeing Tyrell standing by the side of the bed, grinning. His rock hard cock was as big as Alex’s. 

Tyrell was putting on a condom. I didn’t think I could handle his big cock up inside me. He saw the frightened look on my face. When Tyrell got the condom all the way on, he reached for a box on the nightstand. He opened the box and pulled out a large tube of lubricant. I looked up at Alex.

“Better put plenty on.” Alex suggested. “She got one tight fucking pussy.”

Tyrell squeezed a stream of the lubricant along the top of his hard cock. He took his hand and smeared it all over the long shaft. He stepped into the bathroom, grabbing a towel to wipe the excess off his hand. Tyrell walked to the foot of the bed and stood there looking down at me.

“You think you can handle all this?” He said grinning.

He was shaking his huge black cock at me when he said it. I think he was giving me a chance to say “no” and back out.

“You think you can handle this?” I said defiantly.

I spread my legs wide and slipped my fingers down over my soaking wet pussy. I was calling his bluff. Tyrell climbed between my legs pushing them farther apart. His cock looked at big as my lower arm. My eyes were bulging seeing it that close. I looked up at Tyrell’s face. He could see I was bluffing.

Tyrell pushed the wedge shaped cock between the lips of my pussy. I tried to pull away from him for a second. He pushed his cock into me slow and easy. I felt the head of his cock pass through the opening of my pussy and push deeper inside me. My pussy was being stretched as far as it could. I took a deep breath and held it till Tyrell had it worked almost all the way in. I couldn’t believe he’d gotten it inside me. I exhaled slowly when Tyrell pulled back. He pulled it all the way out. I stared at it till he pushed it back inside me. I gasped as he pumped in short, quick strokes. Tyrell’s magnificent cock was like a warm fire in my pussy. He began to take longer and harder strokes inside me. The lubricant all over his cock was making slurping sounds when he fucked into me. I felt his hot balls smacking against my ass. Tyrell put his arms under my legs so they rested in the crook of his arms. He fucked me slow and easy, then hard and fast till I came. I pushed down with my legs, lifting my ass up off the sheets. Tyrell slowed his fucking to a leisurely tempo while the orgasm took over my body. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming out. When my orgasm slipped away, he began fucking me hard again. Tyrell pumped me till his whole body went rigid. He shot his load holding my ass up off the bed. He slowly pulled his cock back and then took one more deep plunge. Tyrell must have cum for the second time. He was panting for breath. His arms collapsed to his side, my butt fell back on the bed. He was perspiring so much; streams were running down his muscular chest.

Tyrell managed to drag himself off the bed and head towards the master bathroom. I swung my legs off the bed. Alex helped me to my feet. I walked down the short hall to the main bathroom to get cleaned up. I had to force my legs to walk. Alex followed me into the bathroom, making sure I was alright. 

I headed back to the livingroom to find my clothes. Alex was on the phone conversing with someone. I spotted my white bikini panties lying on the floor by the couch. I picked them up and slipped them on. Tyrell came out of the kitchen and handed me a cup of hot coffee. It tasted good, much better than the beer I’d been drinking earlier in the evening. It was mid-evening, almost dark outside.

“You alright Ms B?” Tyrell asked.

“Yes, I’m alright.” I answered, knowing he was barely able to hear me.

“Why don’t you stretch out across my bed and grab a quick nap?” Alex asked.

“That sounds good but I should get dressed and get back next door.” I answered. “Well ………..  maybe just a quick nap.”

I headed into Alex’s bedroom and climbed in under the covers. I must have drifted off almost immediately. I slept for several hours, well past midnight. I woke up hearing voices coming from the livingroom. Not just Alex and Tyrell’s voices, but female voices as well. I pulled the covers off and headed down the hallway, staying in the shadows from the livingroom lights. Except for my panties, all my clothes were laying on the couch. I wondered if the women had spotted them, wondering whose they were.


Alex saw me standing in the hallway. He motioned me to come out to the livingroom. I shook my head “no” but he kept motioning.

“Come on out.” Alex said. “Hell, don’t be shy.”

I walked slowly into the livingroom, my hands covering my bare breasts. I saw two young women standing with Tyrell. They didn’t seem surprised to see me standing there wearing just my panties. Tyrell introduced them to me. They were fellow police officers just getting off duty. One of the women, Shawndra was a black girl, about Alex and Tyrell’s age. She was slim with short hair. The other woman, Carla, was a tall blonde and built like a body builder. She had very muscular arms and a firm handshake. She was probably in her early thirties. 

“Looks like Alex and Tyrell have been giving you one hell of a workout!” Carla stated, grinning.

“Hope you guys saved some of that for Carla and me.” Shawndra quipped.




Double Duty



I was sitting on the couch in the family room, bored and lonely. That damn clock, that incessantly ticking five-dollar clock, was driving me crazy again. She was late again. Andrea, dear friend and–at least from my end–love, was half an hour late again.

Desperately I needed to see her again, and yet she was nowhere to be found. I thought of her beautiful face, those elegant green eyes, that silky brown hair. I thought of all the parts of her I'd never had the chance to see. I pictured her in that cute orange bikini she'd worn last summer in Miami, thinking of the way her nipples poked seductively into the tight fabric, the way I could just barely make out what I really wanted to see down below, just a little bit of that perfect camel toe. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore.

My right hand shot to my lap, unzipping my cargo shorts and placing my hand on the front of my panties. Already I could feel my juices soaking into them. I brushed my palm across my pussy. Laying down, I knew there would be no further turning back.

As my nipples hardened, my other hand reached up my shirt to greet them, one by one. Fondling my breasts with my fingers, feeling their perfect balance between firm and sensitive, I remembered why I loved even their smallness. And of course I was reminded of Andrea's larger breasts, D cups as she'd told me with a giggle. How I wanted to touch them in that moment... but I'd held back. Why had I held back?

My right hand by now felt real wetness, fluid far sexier than simple sweat. I could feel the lips of my pussy engorging, my clit growing eagerly, my whole body begging me for more. I slid my panties aside with my thumb, and it was Andrea's thumb, as she was playfully exploring my body, grinning with such joy at the sight of my wet pussy. 

With the same vigor I would someday use to fuck her I tore off the shorts and panties, throwing them across the room, leaving me bare from the waist down, soaking in my crotch, and hot all over. I let my left hand glide down my stomach as my right beat it to its destination, greedily claiming my sizeable clit for itself. The left acquiesced and took up post at the next best place, stroking back and forth across the lips of my pussy. 

And I took to rubbing my clit with two fingers; they were Andrea's fingers, pressing just hard enough to move my hood up and down, covering and uncovering my clit. I rubbed it with my palm; it was Andrea's palm, pleasuring me just the way she knew. Not to be outdone, my other hand–Andrea's other hand–began massaging the lips of my pussy, increasing the warmth and wetness even further, gently drawing them open with affection and coaxing until finally it had revealed the full glory of my tight and eager cunt. There my left hand draws a teasing circle around, promising to go inside when the time is right. My cunt and I moan with anticipation.

My right hand pulls away, slides up my body; my clit cries out in loneliness. My left hand arrives to satisfy her as I assault the fingers of my right with my tongue. What is not already covered in my silky juices is dutifully coated in sticky saliva, and then my right hand plunges back to its post, where my left barely has time to move out of the way.

This is her tongue, gentle but firm, sweetly caressing me. I begin to moan, softly at first, then growing louder. "Oh, Andrea! Take it inside me! Now, Andrea!"

And two of my fingers, my surrogate, joyfully oblige, plunging in to join the warmth and wetness fully. How I wished I could take them deeper. I pressed them against the wall of my cunt, the other hand rubbing and pleasuring my clit. In two-part harmony they brought me closer to my goal.

Slowly I built up a rhythm, alternating strokes of my clit-hand and pumps of my cunt-hand, building in loud, heavy breathing and hard, tight muscle contractions. Soon another level of pleasure was mine. No longer satisfied with two, I forced in a third finger, feeling my tight walls stretch to meet the challenge.

Soon, my body started to spasm, rippling and thrusting at the place where Andrea should have been. The creaks of the old couch are drowned out by my moans. Before long I am in a full and forceful orgasm, feeling waves of tingling warmth and joy flow through me in a symphony. "Oh, Andrea! Oh God!" I cry, as my pussy vibrates with pleasure.

Unwilling to let it end, I stroke faster, press harder, moan louder. The bliss intensifies, taking me higher, higher, testing the limits of my body and the couch. Then suddenly and finally it hit a momentous peak, a glorious perfection, and warm, sticky cum gushed out of me, pulsing again and again, covering my hands and the cushions. Gradually the orgasm began to fade into sweet and gentle pleasure, and I lay there, cradling my femininity in joyful hands.

As my breathing relaxes, I gently remove my hand, drawing it up my body, leaving a trail of wet loveliness in its path, leaving its mark on my t-shirt. In my mouth it goes, where slowly I savor the sweetness of my femininity, wondering if Andrea could somehow taste and smell even better. 

Suddenly I hear a click which draws me out of the bliss. I forgot I'd given Andrea a key! What would she think if she saw me like this?

As the clicks are followed by a creak, I force myself to stand, and begin searching frantically for my panties. At the last possible moment I grab them, turn, and do my best to cover myself, just as she walks in.

But she isn't upset. Instead she smiles. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jessie."

"Hi, Andrea. I, um..."

"It's okay. Actually, it's better than okay. I'm sorry I'm so late; I guess I can't blame you for starting without me." I realized she had her hands behind her back, but the rest of her didn't look sheepish. In fact she looked really horny.

My eyes went wide. "With... without you?" I stuttered.

"Yeah. You think I can't tell how you feel about me? You think I'm so blind? I'm surprised you couldn't tell what I feel. Here. I brought you something, Jessie." And she brought her hands around to the front, revealing an enormous and gorgeous–and above all double-headed–dildo.

My jaw went to the floor, and I started muttering unintelligibly.

"I hope you like it. I know you like boys too, so I thought I'd get one that looks kinda," she giggled, "you know. Realistic."

"Yeah..." came out almost understandable.

"I tried him out already; I hope that's okay. He's everything they say he is. And I don't even really like boys."

"O...okay?"

"Better than okay, right?"

I decided to nod rather than trying to speak any more.

She drew closer, and so did I. As soon as she was close enough she began stroking my thigh with the dildo and my chest with her free hand. "You can drop that any time, sweetie."

I'd forgotten I was still holding the panties, still hiding needlessly, and let go without hesitation. Gazing at my pussy, Andrea put on a wide grin, and through her sweaty t-shirt I could see her nipples firm up. Playfully, she rubbed the wetness of my shirt into my nipple, then brought the dildo's firmness up my leg. "You're all wet, aren't you?"

"Wet for you, Andrea."

And then she kissed me. That moment was all I would have needed; I could have died and felt fulfilled. Her lips conjoined with mine with such intensity, such depth, that I felt–and hoped–we'd never be able to let go. Her tongue caressed mine so eagerly, so playfully, I thought I'd cum right there. 

As quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, and a giggling Andrea whispered in my ear, "Well, since you're all warmed up, it's silly to wait, isn't it?"

I nodded like a kid in a candy store who'd just been offered a taste of the finest chocolate. 

Slowly but firmly Andrea shoved her gift inside my pussy, its firm girth filling and stretching my cunt. "How deep you want him, baby?"

"As deep as he'll go," I purred, taking advantage of my free hands to unzip her pants. 

The thought that she had no fear, no reservation, about my body turned me on even more. She pretended to use my clit as support–I knew she was really just pressing it to excite me–as she shoved the proxy cock deeper, deeper inside me than anything had ever been. I felt him pressing against parts of me I didn't know I had, and still she shoved him deeper.

Fumbling around as spasms of pleasure shook me, I managed to get her pants to come down and drop to her knees. I was stunned, not least by her incredible beauty, as I saw she wore nothing under them but trimmed silky hair and glistening wetness. My gasp was her giggle, and she said, "It's all yours, Jessie. Do whatever you want with me."

Happy to oblige but nervous, I let my hand slowly sneak up on her clit, and rubbed it with the rhythm she was using to thrust the dildo into me.

By now he wouldn't go any further, and was jammed into the back of my stretched and ecstatic cunt. I don't know how, but somehow I'd managed to take eight inches of my love's beautiful gift. 

She gripped him differently, and pressed him against the top wall of my cunt, expertly finding and pressing my G-spot as if she'd done it a thousand times before. As I moaned she slowly but firmly thrusted him in and out, rubbing my clit as I rubbed hers. I tried to touch more of her, but was much too enthralled by the bliss she was giving me.

Gently but inexorably she took me higher, raising me to a new level, holding me there for a moment, then taking me higher still. Somehow she knew my body better than I did myself.

As I was about to cum, she drew the dildo out a few inches, and I let out a moan of excitement. "It's not fair of me to hog him, is it?"

"Not at all," she laughed.

Eagerly I turned around and bent over, displaying for my dear Andrea my taut buttocks, waving them as seductively as I knew how. She mounted me almost virilely, leaning down to kiss my neck and nibble my ear.

But she must have seen from the way I started rubbing my clit that I wanted it hotter than that, and I wanted it now.

Swiftly she pulled away, laughing with delight as she bent and took the other end of the dildo inside her cunt. I could feel her slide him in almost as if he were a part of me.

Immediately we shoved him deep enough for our pussies to sweetly kiss, then slid just two fingers between. I pulled him out of me and shoved him into her; she slid him out of her and pressed him into me. With our free hands we did not neglect each other's clits, and soon we were perfectly alternating thrusts and sharing cries of joy.

Somehow she came first, and hard; her body's forceful spasms flowed through the dildo and forced me to follow. The pleasure reached peaks neither of us had ever before imagined, and still we pushed it longer and higher. Each time I considered letting it end, she pressed me harder. Each time she thought about letting it fall, I stroked her faster. 

Finally we both could take no more, had no more strength within us, and at the same time let out one deep breath and collapsed like an overloaded bridge.

As we lay in what must have seemed the silliest of positions, sighing and moaning, I couldn't decide whether to pull away and hold her, or stay right where I was and hope the joy would never end.

I cannot imagine a more wonderful dilemma.



Double Duty



The following fantasy is a work of fiction. It definitely contains coarse language and sexual situations, but that's the whole point, isn't it? 

This is a new storyline, and I suppose there could be some debate about which category to post it in, but since none of the characters involved are actually celebrities, I put it in Erotic Couplings. 

I hope you enjoy it. Please, let me know your thoughts, and if these two should continue. 

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I'm such a putz. 

No, really, I always end up agreeing to do things I don't really want to do. 

That night in the bar, for example. I don't even drink, so what the hell was I doing in a bar. I hate bars ; they're loud, smokey (even though they're not supposed to be), and full of idiots who think the only way to have a good time is to get wasted enough that they can't remember anything anyway. 

I know, I know... I shouldn't pussyfoot around it, and tell you what I really think, right? Well, I guess I should be happy for the way things turned out, but at the time... Not so much. 

I work with a bunch of guys at my office that tend to socialize together. Because I don't drink, I tend to be on the periphery of their circle of friends. Not far enough away from centre to avoid being drafted as designated driver, however, and not confrontational enough to decline their thinly veiled invitation. 

At least it wasn't going to cost me anything, except an evening of time. The bar of choice for my 'friends' had a policy of providing designated drivers with complimentary non-alcoholic beverages. They gave out an I. D. card, which you just showed the bartender, and you were all set. 

So, here I was, sitting in my chair, nursing a large Coke, and watching my office cohorts hitting on every woman in the joint (unsuccessfully, I might add) and getting blotto. This was fun, right? 

I heard a slurp from my glass, and looked down to see that I had sucked up the last of my drink. Time for a refill. I weaved my way through the crowd, and flashed my 'keep your friends out of jail free' card, from arms length. The area around the bar was crowded, but I slithered through a crack in the mob, and got into a pocket right in front. 

I reached for the glass the bartender put on the counter, only to find it snatched up by the delicate hand of a blonde woman. She had her back to me, letting me check out her ass, which appeared quite nicely shaped, firm and athletic. Actually, her arms and shoulders had the same strong, toned quality. Her blonde hair, softly wavy and lustrous, contrasted against the snug black of her tank top. 

"Excuse me," she said, loud enough to be heard over the din without sounding angry. "I think this is regular... I asked for diet, please?" she asked handing the glass back. The bartender looked at me, knowing it had been my glass, and his eyes flicked back to her for a second. 

He was right. Without saying a word, he'd told me I should talk to her, and had given me the perfect conversation starter. 

"I think that was mine," I said, leaning closer to her ear from behind, so I wouldn't have to yell. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, finally turning to face me. 

Funny, when I got up this morning, the last thing on my mind was what I'd say if I came face to face with Scarlett Johansson. Talk about poor preparation. 

Okay, I'll admit I was staring, and she smiled. 

"I really hate to burst your bubble," she laughed, "but I'm not her." She held her hand out to shake mine. "I'm Bailey... Bailey Lewis."

I took her hand clumsily, still staring and searching for my power of speech. A big, burly guy stepped in behind her, and glared at me. 

"Is this guy bugging you, Bails?" he growled. He was a side of beef with feet, and had the muscle tone of a marble statue. I now knew why my friends had avoided this area of the bar. Here there be monsters. 

"Too early to tell, Keith," she giggled, still shaking my hand, "he hasn't said anything yet."

The bartender pushed a glass of pop in front of each of us, about the time I recovered my senses. I took my glass, and held it up. 

"Very nice to meet you, Bailey Lewis," I said. She picked up her glass and clinked it with mine, raising her eyebrows in an unspoken question. "Oh, yeah... Eddie Morrison. You know... I think you're prettier than she is. You have the most beautiful blue eyes." She was still holding my hand. 

"No Keith, he's not bothering me at all," she said, turning her head to wink at the behemoth. "Go back to your drink." She moved a little closer to me. 

"That was a really good line, Eddie Morrison," she smiled. 

"No," I replied, "that was the truth. The resemblance... Is it an act of nature, or cultivated?" 

"Truthfully, a bit of both," she admitted, "but there's a very good reason for the cultivation. I don't know if I should tell you though."

"No problem. It was very nice to meet you," I repeated, "and I meant what I said about your eyes." I raised my glass again, and went back to my friends. 

I was either playing it cool, or being an idiot, by walking away. Only time would tell. 

As it happened, time didn't take long to decide. My seat was facing in the general direction of hers, at the bar, but a constant swarm of patrons milling about between us made watching her impossible. Still, I kept casting glances in her direction, and was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her through the crowd. Even more fortunate was the fact that she was looking at me when I did. The crowd parted long enough for us to make eye contact, and for her to smile, raise her nearly empty glass and tilt her head suggestively. 

I'm no expert on women, but it seemed that I was being given an opportunity here. I chugged the remainder of my drink, and worked my way through the resurgent crowd. I was glad to see that she seemed happy to see me stepping into the gap beside her, and perching on the stool. 

"So, Bailey Lewis, what's new?" I asked, with a smile. "Anything interesting?"

"I've decided to tell you my secret, if you still want to hear it," she laughed. "First, though, tell me something about Eddie Morrison. What brings you here tonight?" 

I flashed my Designated Driver card at the bartender, who refilled my glass. She did the same, and we tapped cards together in a symbolic toast. 

"Those are your friends?" she asked, gesturing in the general area where my workmates were trying to outdo each other for alcoholic consumption. 

"Yeah, sort of. We work together, and I got drafted to make sure they get home in one piece, no matter how much they try not to," I answered with a grimace. "Similar story for you?" 

"Pretty much. I'm not much of a drinker anyway, but I have a big gig tomorrow, so I definitely wouldn't be doing anything tonight. The guys knew that, and asked if I'd keep them safe, which is really kind of funny, given my job." The bait had been cast, and I was playing the role of the trout, while Bailey, the sexy angler, looked at me with a hopeful sparkle in those big blue eyes. 

"Okay," I said, swallowing the hook, "You have a gig? Doing what? What's your job?" I didn't even get to the question of a 120 pound woman protecting a guy who easily weighed twice that much. Almost three times. 

"Well, the answer to that also tells you why I look like Scarlett," she laughed, allowing me to figure it out. 

Hmmmm, I thought. She could be a lookalike... a celebrity impersonator, but that wouldn't explain her reluctance to drink. That really only left one answer. 

"So I will guess you're in the film industry?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. 

"Very good. I like a man with a good head on his shoulders," she smiled, and leaned closer, "and another one between his legs!" A wink. 

And I like a woman who says things like that! 

"You're too athletic to be just a stand in. Stunts?" I continued. 

"Ooooooo, you're good!" she giggled, clinking her glass against mine again. "Actually, I do both for her. I'm a couple of inches taller than she is... and a little bit, ahem, bigger," she said, pulling her shoulders back to display her chest, "but she doesn't mind looking better on screen. We've been together for several years now, and she always wants me on her movies."

I was listening, but my eyes had lingered for a few extra seconds on her chest, which was really quite nice. Usually one of the first things I notice on a woman, I can only assume it was her spectacular eyes that fooled me. 

"So that was you kicking ass in Iron Man? And the Avengers?" I laughed, replaying it in my head. Mostly I was imagining her in that Black Widow catsuit. Holy shit, she looked hot in it! 

"Yeah, that was me, the parts that weren't done digitally, anyway. Actually, the digital bits are me, too... at least, my movements, if not my actual body."

"That was some outfit!" I growled, smiling back at her. "Still have it?" I laughed, nudging her shoulder. 

"Maybe," she giggled, giving me a coy smile, "I'm really popular at Halloween! Seriously, if you like that look, you'd love the Mo-Cap stage."

"Mo-Cap?" I asked, puzzled and intrigued at once. 

"Motion-Capture," she clarified. "Big open stage, with these cameras all around that track the markers on our suits as we go through the motions. Computers use the markers to create a digital skeleton, then put the animated character's body on the skeleton. There's a lot more to it than that, but that's the general idea. Believe it or not, I didn't actually have a fight with an alien on a flying sled, racing through and above the streets of New York. That was a lot of work. Some actual footage, some Mo-Cap, all put together. Kind of fun."

"So, I'd like it there?" I asked. 

"Yeah. Skin tight leotards, with green ping pong balls stuck on them as tracking markers. Sexy as hell, in a Tron kind of way." She leaned closer. "Especially the markers on the boobs. I swear the person who designed the suits was a man!" 

Now, how can you listen to a woman describe that, without seeing it? I imagined her athletic form, wrapped in a second skin of black Lycra...that incredible ass...those delicious breasts...green ping pong balls on the nipples. Strangely erotic. I filed the image away. 

"So these guys with you... stunt performers, too? Even the hulk?" 

"I'll tell him you said that!" she laughed. "He'll take it as a compliment! No, Keith is with Set Security, but Stevie and Ricardo are fellow 'crash dummies'," she said, pointing to the other two well built guys at the table with Keith. He was chatting to a cute brunette, and she was pawing one of his gigantic biceps, obviously entranced by the beefcake. 

I looked back to Bailey, who was licking her lips unconsciously, and looking at me with a hungry expression. Up close like this, she really didn't look like Scarlett, at least, not as much as she did from across the room. The hair, the lips and the cheekbones were very close, but the eyes were very different, and in my opinion, much prettier. I took a chance, and leaned closer, tilting my head as if to kiss her. Would she meet me halfway? 

She smiled, and touched her lips to mine softly, a quick introductory peck that piqued my interest even more. 

"What's your gig tomorrow, then?" I asked, staying very close to her. She didn't pull away. 

"Ah, yes... Well, tomorrow, Ricardo over there is going to hit me with a car," she said, as calmly and easily as if she was discussing the weather. "Nothing I haven't done before. We will, however, make every effort to get it right in one take. I hate getting bounced twice."

"So what makes a pretty girl like you go into that business?" I asked, genuinely curious. 

"Sometimes I ask myself that same question!" she chuckled. "Started as a Production Assistant on local movies where I lived at the time, then somebody noticed me, and that led to some stand in work, then a few simple stunts. A stunt director took me under his wing, and now I'm here. Pretty cool, really. I get to hang out with some pretty neat people... Scarlett's a dear to me... I travel a fair bit, and the money's decent. Never a dull moment."

"I'll bet," I replied, still watching her eyes, which I found intoxicating. We were still very close together. Suddenly a massive shadow blocked out the sun... or the overhead lights, anyway...as Keith came up to order another round. 

"Everything cool, kiddo?" he rumbled menacingly. 

"Yeah, it's all good," she said, still looking at me. "I have an idea. What are you doing tomorrow morning, Eddie?" 

"I had no plans, other than inspecting the inside of my eyelids. What did you have in mind?" I asked, hoping it involved being close to her again. 

"Want to come watch me work? You might find it interesting, and we can talk more," she suggested. "Once I'm done doing my impression of a rubber ball, I'll be free for the day." 

"Where and when?" I replied eagerly. She turned to her huge friend. 

"Do you have a card, K?" she asked, and he fished one out of his pocket. She took the pen he offered, too, and scribbled a few lines of text on the back. She handed it to me. "Will you take care of him, tomorrow, big guy?" Keith nodded. 

"Call me when you get there," he said, now smiling at me and extending a hand approximately the size of a canned ham, into which mine disappeared quickly. "My number's on the front. See you tomorrow." He slapped me on the back, a bit too hard for my taste, but probably as gentle as he could be, given his size. It appeared that I had been accepted. 

We talked for a little while longer, until one of my friends wobbled over to us. 

"There you are!" he slurred. "Hey! Who's the babe?" 

"I'm sorry," I said quietly to Bailey, "but I think I'd better perform my job here. Designated Driver to the rescue!" I said with appropriate, superhero grandeur. She laughed, and crooked her finger at me. I had stood, but now moved closer again. 

"I'll see you tomorrow," she whispered, "but I wanted to give you something to think about, until then." Those eyes sparkled again, and she planted another kiss on me, this one decidedly more than just a peck, with her tongue burrowing into my mouth eagerly. I heard my friend starting to make some comment that I was sure would kill the mood, and elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up. Bailey finally pulled back. 

"Will that do?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. All I could do is smile, and nod. 

***

I woke up early, before my alarm went off. Even my subconscious mind was eager to spend the day with Bailey. Shower, shave, dress and breakfast...I was out the door early, driving to the address she had given me. I parked nearby, and placed the call as I walked back. 

"You got Keith," the voice rumbled. 

"Hey, Big Guy," I laughed, "How's your hangover? It's Bailey's friend, Eddie...from last night, at Donahue's? Remember me?" 

"Sure do. Where you at?" he growled. 

"Walking in from a couple of blocks away. Can I get you anything on my way? You want a coffee?" Yes, I was sucking up. It never hurts to be extra nice, especially when the person in question is a fucking gorilla, and stands between you and a beautiful woman. 

"Sure. Grande Americano with hazelnut syrup. Thanks. Call me again when you get close." 

The phone went dead, thankfully before I could make any comment on his surprisingly girlish taste in coffee. I wasn't expecting the hazelnut thing. 

Keith's coffee in hand, I waited until he parted the crowd at the entrance, to join him. He led me in, handing me a guest pass on a lanyard as he did. 

"Thanks, bud," he thundered, taking the drink from my hand. "Bails is doing her safety prep and walk through now, so you can't talk to her, but she reserved a seat for you."

Keith led me through the labyrinth of cranes, dollies and other doodads, finally pointing to a folding chair parked off to the side of a camera rig the size of a Volkswagen. I took my seat. Bailey looked up from her planning, and smiled, giving me a finger wave. She was beautiful to watch, oozing confidence. This was her world, and she knew exactly what she was doing. 

I had never actually been behind the scenes at a movie like this before, and it was fascinating. The thing I found most interesting was how much stuff... cameras, boom mikes, gaffers, reflectors, and all manner of cables...was just inches out of the camera's view, yet we as viewers, think that it's just us watching. 

"Quiet on the set!" someone yelled, and the second-unit director pointed. 

"ACTION!" 

A bronze 1969 Dodge Coronet came speeding down the block, screeching into a four wheel drift as it flew around the corner, just as the character played by Bailey Lewis, playing the role of Scarlett Johansson playing the character, stepped off the curb. Bailey /Scarlett froze, then dodged the Dodge to the left, leaving a smashed passenger side of the windshield in her wake as she flew in a shallow arc over the car's roof . She landed in a pile of cardboard boxes, which hid the crash pad underneath. Dust, dirt and bits of glass flew wildly about, and the car continued on its way. 

"Cut!" the director yelled, and the small crowd people on the scene, myself included, broke into applause. It not every day you get to see a pretty blonde woman bounce off the hood of a speeding car, and not end up spending the day giving statements to the police. Even better that the same pretty blonde rolls to a stop, stands up and dusts herself off, undamaged. 

A few people stepped in quickly to check on Bailey, patting her on the back and exchanging high-fives. 

I was still applauding when she walked over to me, and did a little curtsey in acknowledgement. She smiled, and waved me closer. I stepped in, and she took my hand. We hugged, and I could feel the layers of padding and armour under her costume. 

"That was amazing!" I bubbled enthusiastically. "Doesn't it hurt to get hit like that?" 

"Well, I could claim superhuman strength, but the truth is...it only looks like the car hits me. It's a glancing blow, but from the camera's point of view, it looks worse," she explained. "The landing is the hardest part." 

The wardrobe people showed up, and collected her costume, which she shed without modesty in front of me, leaving her in her pads and a one piece undergarment that covered her from the neck down. 

"Follow me, please," she chirped. "I need to ditch this protective gear, have a shower, and then I'd like to get some lunch." 

I followed, watching her ass wiggle in the protective skin, and several people stopped us along the way to congratulate Bailey on her successful stunt. It took us about five minutes to reach her trailer. 

"Have a seat, Eddie," she said as we stepped in. "There are drinks in the fridge, and some snacks." She vanished around the corner. 

I had never been in a movie trailer before, either. Part lounge, part makeup room, part apartment, it had interesting stuff everywhere. I opened the fridge, and grabbed a coke, then took a seat. That's when I noticed the mannequin. 

It was standing in the corner, and while it didn't have a head, hands, or feet, it certainly bore a striking resemblance to someone who had recently made my acquaintance. I had stood, and was taking a closer look, when Bailey walked in, wearing a robe, with her gear over her shoulder. 

"Ah, l see you've met my doppelganger. She's where I customize my gear, as most of it is not made for a girl my size," she laughed. "I usually don't let people in here when she's naked. She's shy." 

Well, I could only see one reason for that. Apparently, this was not a generic, stock item from the mannequin factory. The body molded in fibreglass before me was undoubtedly the twin to the one under the robe. Made me wish I'd noticed it right away. Staring at the fibreglass tits now would be obvious. So would fondling them. 




Double Duty



She self consciously turned the dummy away from my gaze with a giggle, but that just showed me her ass, too. 

"Sorry," I apologized. 

"Just messing with you," she laughed again. "I'm going to hit the shower. Can I trust the two of you alone?" 

I walked over, turned the mannequin out to face front, and put my arm around 'her' shoulders. I smiled. 

"No," I replied. 

Bailey laughed hysterically. She was still laughing when she disappeared into the bathroom. I took my seat, and sipped my drink, casting a more than occasional glance at the facsimile of Bailey's body. Very. Nice. Tits. 

A voice called to me from the bathroom. 

"Eddie? Can you do me a favour?" 

"Sure Bailey. What do you need?" I answered, standing and taking a few steps toward the open door. 

"Are you close?" she asked, over the sound of the shower. 

"Yes... Just outside the door. What can I do for you?" 

"Wash my back? Please?" she giggled. 

Okay, that got my attention. I took another step, peeking around the door jamb. Yup, there she was...one naked, dripping wet, athletic, blonde beauty...in all her glory, peering around the edge of the glass shower door. As if the invitation wasn't evidence enough, she added two words that clarified the situation completely. 

"I'm horny," she said. 

"On my way," I replied, beginning to shed clothes at an accelerated rate. It only took me a few seconds to get as naked as she was, and I joined her in the shower, where she was standing under the warm stream of water with her eyes closed, awaiting my touch. Just where to touch first...that's the question, given she was starkers, gorgeous, and eager. 

I decided a kiss would be a fine place to start, and as my lips brushed hers, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and held me close, pressing her deliciously firm, wet body against me. The kiss heated up, passing the temperature of the water quickly, as our tongues tangled playfully. She pulled back, and stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes, adorned with droplets of water on the lashes, then spoke. 

"I hope you don't mind," she whispered, kissing me once more. "I always get pretty worked up on days when I have a job to do, and afterwards, I need to release the tension. Over the years, I've found nothing relaxes me like a really good orgasm. I know that sounds obvious, but I found that I couldn't get myself off quite the way I needed." She smiled, and continued. "So, that's your job. You are now part of my tradition. Take me to bed, and fuck me until I can't stand up. Unless you don't want to?" A mischievous grin crossed her face. 

Now, as an unattached, single male, the likelihood of me 'not wanting to', was somewhere between zero and 'are you fucking kidding me?', so she was pretty safe in her assumptions. I felt her warm hand wrap around my dick, which had already decided not to let her down, standing straight out. 

"Ooooooo, nice cock, Eddie Morrison! I'll take this as a 'yes'! " she laughed, giving it a few tugs of encouragement. She turned her back, and nestled my hard dick between the cheeks of her ass, wiggling it playfully. As I wrapped my arms around her from behind, planning to cup those pretty tits of hers, I noticed the bruises on her back, near her left shoulder. 

"Ouch!" I whispered. "That looks painful. Is that today?" 

"Yeah..." she replied, shaking her head, "... I missed my takeoff point by a few inches, and caught a little more of the car than I'd hoped. It looked good, though, right?" 

"Oh yeah!" I laughed. "Never saw a human fly quite that way before!" I leaned in, and kissed her boo boo. She felt it and giggled. 

"Ooooooo, thank you. All better now!" 

My hands slid up her wet body, and finally stopped when I was serving as a human bra. I hefted the globes gently. She really did have nice tits. 

"Any other places I should kiss?" I asked, fondling her softly. "Everything okay up front?" 

"Hmmmm, maybe you should cover all the bases, just in case," she whispered, turning slowly, "Better safe than sorry... " Her mouth pressed in again, and her tongue dipped demandingly into my mouth. "Mmmm, you're a good kisser, Eddie Morrison," she purred playfully, "I assume you know how to use that dick?"

"I muddle through," I replied, kissing her neck. She tossed her head back. 

"Well, I need you to 'muddle through' me," she hissed. "Take me to bed and muddle me over and over. Muddle me real good!" 

"Will that be before, or after lunch?" I asked, still nibbling her neck. 

"Decisions, decisions," she whispered, "I think...both." She turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. "Lock the door, please. I'll be in bed." 

Right. I grabbed a towel myself and was drying madly while I walked into the other part of the trailer. I found the lock on the door, and clicked it, then turned back to join her in the bedroom. 

Perhaps 'bedroom' was an overstatement. Apparently, sleeping was the last item on the trailer designer's priority list. More of a closet, with a mattress wedged in from wall to wall, it was big enough to catch a nap on, and marginally big enough for two, but hardly a room at the Ritz. If this was their sleeping arrangements, I suppose that having sex wasn't even considered. Still, it was a horizontal surface, and soft enough to be somewhat comfortable, so it would do. Hell, I'd probably have agreed to fuck her on a bed of nails, if she wanted to. 

Anyway, I stood at the door, looking at Bailey, who was laying on her side, holding the sheet aside for me. 

"Care to join me?" she asked, smiling brightly. I did, so I did, easing in beside her, and into her embrace. She kissed me again, then spoke again. "Seriously, Eddie, I don't want to make assumptions about you, and I don't want you to think I'm just using you. If you don't feel good about this, I understand."

I can't say I'd ever had a gorgeous, naked woman say anything like that to me, before. 

"Thanks, Bailey, but I think I will go along with you for now," I laughed. "I am willing to provide my services as a tension releaser." I was smiling. 

"Oh thank God!" she giggled, "because I am so horny, and you appear to have such a nice cock!" We wrapped each other in our arms again, and kissed ardently. 

Just listen to the media, and they'll tell you that Scarlett Johansson is the most beautiful woman alive. I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers, but I had a difficult time believing she was any more desirable as a bedmate than the woman in my arms right now. Her body was so smooth, firm and strong. She was an athlete, after all. Then there were her eyes, an icy blue colour that went perfectly with her hair. 

I was currently busy fondling her very sexy breasts, and she was moaning her delight. A perfect handful, her firm, round globes were capped by thick, stubby nipples and tightly puckered areolas. They were magnetically drawing my lips to them, but Bailey had a handful of her own, and before I could latch on to one of her yummy nubs, she was heading south, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I watched, staring into those incredible eyes as her mouth opened wide, and slowly swallowed my dick.  

I squinted slightly. So, that's what Scarlett would look like sucking my cock, I thought. 

I know, I shouldn't have thought it...I should have just enjoyed the moment, and the pleasure Bailey was giving me, but I, like so many millions of other men, had looked up at the big screen, and wondered what those plump, luscious lips would look like sliding up and down my dick. Bailey made her living, at least partially, by standing in for the actress, and that's sort of what she was doing now. Fantasies are fun, but I wasn't stupid enough to vocalize any of those thoughts. No, I'd keep them to myself. 

Bailey was sucking and stroking with a purpose now, the wet sloppy sounds of her mouth filling the small room. I think every guy must do the same mental gymnastics when a woman takes a place between his legs. You need to discern... without asking the question, of course... whether the oral attention you're about to receive is a preparatory, teasing activity, or a straight up, empty your balls freely, don't hold back blowjob. Misreading the signs can lead to hurt feelings and, depending on the woman, a quick end to the festivities. 

Nothing spoils the mood faster for a princess than an unexpected, unwanted mouthful of hot cum. 

Fortunately, I didn't need to worry. Bailey was staring into my eyes, sucking furiously, with her hands a blur of twisting strokes on my shaft, leaving no question that this was a BLOWJOB, pure and simple. She was moaning, encouraging me to cut loose and marinate her tonsils at my leisure, and that time was getting very near. 

"Oh shit, gonna cum, Bailey!" I grunted. She moaned again, a long, drawn out 'mmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm'. "Gonna cum, gonna cum, GONNA... AHHHHHNNN!" 

Wow! I mean, really...wow! Not twenty minutes ago, I was waiting for Bailey while she was taking a shower, thinking we were going to lunch, and hoping to get the opportunity to sample her tasty lips again. Now, those lips had just brought me to a mind numbing orgasm, and swallowed every drop. Things change fast. 

Since she had just sucked all the starch out of my stiffy, I needed a little time to recover. I didn't bring anything to read with me, so I'd need to find something else to occupy a few minutes. Maybe Bailey could suggest something? Her legs were spread wide, and she was pointing at her cunt. 

My god, I thought, now that's a very pretty little kitty, smooth and bare save for a playful tuft of blonde curls on her mons, just above her clit, which was quite large and prominent. 

When she was sucking my cock, I didn't really notice how she had to contort her body to fit in the tight confines of the 'room'. I just laid back and let her take me to heaven. Now, I was the licker, so I had to find a way to make it work. I dragged her toward the entrance, taking a place on my knees on the floor. Bailey placed her feet on the door frame, like putting her feet in the stirrups at the doctor's office. Well, the doctor is in. 

I kissed her clit, softly.

"Oh Eddie," she whispered, "you have no idea just how much I love being licked."

"Well, why don't you tell me about it, then?" I replied, diddling her pouty lips with the tip of my tongue. "I'm all ears."

"Mmmmm, I'm not used to having lines when I perform, but I'll try," she giggled. I caressed her clit, sucking it gently. "Oh god, that's a very good place to start!" 

For someone who professed to be a silent performer, she was surprisingly loquacious, unleashing a constant stream of moans, groans, and words of encouragement. My tongue was occupied, so it wasn't much of a conversation, but I was able to agree with most of her comments. 

"Uh huh, that's it, baby...I like that," she breathed. "Oh fuck, yes, oh here it cums, I can feel it! Oh yes, suck my clit, please...yes, it's cumming, it's cumming...Oh FUCK...CUMMING! NGAHHHHHN! YESSSSS!" A deluge of tasty pussy gravy flowed freely from her snatch, and I slurped it up diligently. 

Bailey laid back, catching her breath. She rummaged under her pillow, and came out with a string of condoms. She tore one off, and handed it to me. 

"Present for you. Sorry, I didn't have time to wrap it," she whispered. 

"I think it's self wrapping," I replied, with a smile, tearing it open. "Now I feel guilty ; I didn't get you anything." She laughed. 

"Oh yes you did!" she hissed, watching me roll the rubber onto my rejuvenated shaft. "And you just wrapped it for me!" The puns were flying. She wasted no time, swinging her leg over me, and sitting up, with her hand guiding my dick toward her juicy cunt. 

"I'll bet this fits in here fine," she laughed. "You've already unwound me quite nicely, thank you...but now I want to get fucked!" She dropped her body slowly, spearing herself with a sigh, until her pussy was full. "Oh yes...very nice cock, Eddie Morrison!" 

I laid back now, and let her please herself, riding me with a gleeful lilt to her moans. She rested her hands on her thighs, and established a nice rhythm of firm, aggressive strokes, her ass slapping loudly against my hips. Her beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts did an enticing little dance, quivering, jiggling and bouncing before my gaze. She saw me watching intently. 

"My, my, Eddie," she whispered, "you certainly seem focused right now. Tell me...do you like my tits? Do you like the way they move?" She squeezed her arms together, making the generous globes bounce more with a few especially rambunctious thrusts, and awaited my response. 

"Bailey, I love your tits!" I didn't feel the need to scrimp on the praise. "Your breasts are so sexy, so perfect...and yes, I love the way they move!" 

"Thank you," she said, accepting the compliments graciously. "I like them, too, and I like it when I see the appreciation in your eyes. Thank you."

She rode herself to a nice, gentle orgasm a few minutes later, and rolled off, trading places with me wordlessly. My cock was welcomed back into her pussy with a contented groan, and she pulled my lips to hers. 

"Please, baby, just one more," she asked, caressing my face gently and looking deep into my eyes. "Fuck me so nice, and make me cum one more time. Please."

How could I say no? 

It didn't take me long to find a pace that was sustainable for me, and pleasing for her. Okay...it was pretty pleasing for me, too, my cock sawing in and out of her warm, wet cunt, feeling her muscular feminine sheath gripping my shaft so tight. 

We were very compatible, deriving pleasure from each other to the point where we both neared our peak together. Her breathing was ragged and rapid. 

"Oh yes, baby, that's it. Fuck me, baby," she whispered, "getting close. Will you cum with me?" I nodded. 

Her eyes widened, then screwed shut, and she moaned, as her pussy clutched my intruding member. She came hard, but when she felt me gushing inside of her, filling the condom, her grimace of orgasmic joy morphed into a smile. 

"Mmmmm, yes, cum in me baby. I Love that feeling. So intimate, and sexy. Even better without the rubber, but..."

"Shut up and kiss me," I laughed. 

She did. It was lovely. 

***

There was a knock on the trailer door. We'd been laying quietly in each other's arms for nearly half an hour, before finally stirring, and getting ready to go for lunch. 

"Would you get that, please, Eddie?" Bailey called. She was still getting dressed, but I was fully clothed. I stepped out of the bedroom, and unlocked the door. I swung it open. 

What's with this place? I thought. Does everyone look like Scarlett Johansson? 

For the second time in the last twelve hours or so, I found myself face to face with the actress...or someone that looked like her. This one appeared to be the real deal, but I had been fooled before. I still had nothing to say. 

"Just checking on my girl," the sexy blonde said, looking up at me. "May I come in?" 

I was still having trouble engaging my power of speech, so I just stepped aside. She pulled herself up the steps, into the trailer. 

"Hi, I'm Scarlett," she said, extending her hand. The next line was obvious, and mine, but I was still stalled. "You are?" she prompted, as I took her hand. It was soft. 

"Um, Eddie," I replied, at last. She smiled. 

"Nice to meet you, Eddie. Is Bailey decent? Ah, speak of the devil!" she giggled, as Bailey walked in. The two blonde beauties hugged. "I'm sorry I wasn't at your gig this morning. Frigging publicity crap to do. I heard it went well?" 

"I guess you could say that. Not perfect, but I heal fast," Bailey laughed. "Might result in a minor re-shoot on one of your scenes, but the DOP was happy, so I guess it looked good."

"I'll say!" I laughed, finally finding my voice. "She bounced off the hood of that car like a blonde rubber ball." 

"So, you were there, Eddie?" Scarlett asked, a twisted little grin on her face. 

"Yeah," I answered. "Bailey invited me." I suddenly had the feeling that the real reason for my presence here was not a secret, at least not to everybody. 

"Well, welcome to the family," she laughed, shaking my hand again. I looked at Bailey, who shrugged. 

"Like I said. She's known me for years," she said, smiling widely. 

Part of me wondered how many men had filled my role in the past, but I'd just gotten laid, after having been gloriously blown earlier, so I was too relaxed to care.

"We were just going to get something to eat. Care to come along?" Bailey asked. Scarlett looked at her watch. 

"Uh...yeah, I can do that. I've got about ninety minutes before I need to be in makeup," she smiled. "Let's go." 

"Lion Head?" Bailey asked. 

"Ooooooo, yeah, I like it there!" Scarlett bubbled. With that, the three of us headed out. Bailey hooked my left arm in hers, and about a dozen steps later, Scarlett had done the same with my right. 

I kept on looking around for Alan Funt, and the Candid Camera crew. Maybe Ashton Kutcher was punking me. This was NOT a normal day for me, as I hardly ever had sex with a beautiful woman, then went to lunch with an actress. Maybe it would become a more frequent occurrence. I could dream. 

I really hoped there was a paparazzi around to capture this moment for posterity. My friends would never believe it. Most of them didn't even remember last night, so they didn't know who Bailey was, or why she looked the way she did. 

The walk to the restaurant was about ten minutes, and I just walked in silence, letting the girls talk around me, and trying to keep from smiling like a lunatic. When we arrived, we went right in. Since the studio was very nearby, the management of the restaurant kept a separate dining area for the 'stars'. Knowing they could be seated quickly and quietly made them more likely to use the restaurant, and knowing there were likely celebrities inside kept a lineup of people waiting to get in. It was a win-win. 

As soon as we were seated, Scarlett spoke up, telling the waitress what she wanted, and that this meal should get charged back to the studio, under her name. 

"Just in case I have to run," she laughed. "You two have all day, but I have to be back in an hour or so." 

"Well, thank you...um," I said, "I feel like I should call you Miss Johansson. Is that weird?" 

Both Bailey and Miss, um, Johansson laughed. 

"Yeah, it is. While I appreciate your respect, please, just call me Scarlett," she said, smiling. 

"May I ask a favour, Scarlett?" I asked quietly. 

"Certainly," she replied. 

"Would you allow me to take a picture of the two of you?" I begged. "My friends won't believe me when I tell them this story. 

"Oh, you can't tell them," Bailey warned, "or we'll have to kill you!" She didn't flinch. 

I looked at her, surprised. I glanced at Scarlett. She stared at me coldly. 

"Like she said," she pointed at Bailey, then dragged her finger across her throat. "Dead meat." 

It was only a few seconds, but I'm sure the look on my face said it all. I bought it. Well, she was an actress, after all. They both laughed. 

"Gotcha!" Bailey giggled, high fiving the actress across the table. 

"Whew!" I laughed, wiping my brow. "Yeah, you got me!" 

Scarlett waved to the waitress, who approached. 

"I think we can do better than just a picture of the two of us," she said. "Give her your phone."

I did, and the ladies shifted around, taking places on either side of me. They each lifted my arm, and wrapped it around their shoulders. We became a three headed body, and I felt boobs pressing in from both sides. My blonde bookends smiled, and the waitress took a few images. 

"One more special one," Scarlett added, and counted down. "Ready? Three, two, one, now!" 




Double Duty



Both of them kissed me on the cheek, and the waitress got it. 

"Thank you," she said to the server, handing me my phone back. 

"Now, those are for you, only," Bailey warned, for real this time. "If I see them in the newspaper, I'll sick Keith on you!" I nodded, and crossed my heart.

Scarlett's food arrived, and Bailey ordered her meal, while I quickly figured out what I wanted, then ordered mine. 

Lunch was pretty normal. Good, tasty, and other than the company and the incredulous looks of the other patrons, just like any other day. I mostly just listened, letting them talk shop, discussing a fight scene in a couple of days, in which Scarlett would be forced to do some closeup work. 

Having the actress here was fun...an unusual occurrence that would make for a great story...but Bailey was the reason I was here at all. She touched my hand several times during the meal. I liked it. 

Scarlett looked at her watch. 

"I need to go back soon," she whispered. 

"Right," Bailey nodded. "You want to handle that, Eddie?" 

"Sure," I replied. "Um, how?" Bailey smiled. 

"Call the hulk!" 

"Got it," I laughed, grabbing my phone. "Hey, Keith, it's Eddie...yeah, you're welcome. We're over at Lion Head...Bailey, Scarlett and me," I winced. Should have given the actress top billing. "Scarlett needs an escort back. Okay, see you in five."

"You're fitting right in," Scarlett giggled, exchanging a look and a smile with Bailey. 

Before long, it suddenly got very dark in the room. 

"Ah," Scarlett said, "I know that shadow. Hi Keith." 

"Miss Johansson," he rumbled. "Ready to go?" 

"Yep," she said, standing. "Take care of my girl, and have fun," she whispered, looking at me. She started out the door. 

Keith reached over and stole a handful of my fries before he left. He winked too. 

***

We had quite the meal on Scarlett. By the time we were finished, I was feeling very full. 

"I think we'd better go for a little walk," I said quietly, "or I'm not going to be of much use to you, 'tension reduction' wise." Bailey nodded, wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and we set out. There was a nice, wooded park not far from the studio gates, and we ended up there, wandering slowly along the pathways. It was fun just being with her, listening to stories about her involvement in various films I had seen. 

"So, I guess I'll be paying closer attention to the credits when I go to the movies from now on," I smiled, as we sat on a bench under a tree. When she sat back, I saw her wince a little. 

"How's the bruise?" I asked. 

"Well, let's just say I know it's there," she replied, putting on a brave face. 

"Here," I said, waving her closer. "Lean on me. I've got to be softer than the hard wood of the bench." 

"Hard? Wood?" she giggled. "My goodness, what are you suggesting?" She leaned back against my side. "That's better, thank you." She turned her head and kissed me softly. "I like you Eddie. Would you like to spend some more time together? I'm here for about a month...maybe longer if the weather is uncooperative." 

"Yes, of course, I'd very much like to see you again," I replied, smiling. "I like you too."

What's not to like? I thought. Gorgeous, funny, sexy, interesting, stacked and thoroughly enjoyable company, she ticked all the boxes. 

*** 

Bailey waved to the guard at the gate as we walked in, and steered me down a side alley, into one of the massive soundstages. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. The place was huge, easily big enough for a couple of airliners to park inside. 

"You'll see," she whispered, leading me by the hand through a maze of walls, halls and doorways. It was dark, but not black, in here, with a few small skylights providing enough ambient light to navigate. She seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go. Finally, we came around a corner, and she stopped. 

"Ta da!" she giggled, gesturing like Vanna White. 

We had reached a set that looked like something from Conan the Barbarian, or some similar 'castles, swords and sorcery' type of fare. The walls were stone, or made to look that way, and there was a big pit in the middle, about fifteen feet in diameter, filled with what appeared to be furs and silks. It was an orgy pit. 

"I thought we might be more comfortable here. The trailer will do in a pinch, but I like to spread out, if you'll pardon the pun." Her hands caressed my face, and she kissed me again. She could see my hesitation. I'd never made love alone in a building the size of a football stadium. It was far from cozy, and the prospect of getting caught had me a bit nervous. 

"This stage is out of use for a while, so no one comes in here, except at night, when the guards run their patrols," she reassured me. She started to peel her clothes off, starting with her top, a soft, long sleeved sweater that had made her boobs look so yummy during lunch. She was half naked before I even got started, and by the time I dropped my underwear on the pile of clothes, she was nestled deep in the furs. I joined her. 

"Ooooooo, this is comfy," I whispered, snuggling beside her and burrowing under the 'covers'. I'd never felt this much fur on my bare skin before. It was very sensual. "I like this! I'm going to have to build an orgy pit in my living room!" 

"I like it too," she giggled. Her bare breasts surfaced in the sea of fur, showing two very hard, very erect nipples. "See? Told you!" 

I cuddled next to her, and she rolled toward me, moving in for another kiss. Without the restrictions of her trailer walls to crash into, we rolled about, necking and groping each other like a couple of horny teenagers. I began to wonder what other surprises she might have up her sleeve, for future rendezvous. 

Bailey rummaged through the loose pelts, finally finding what she was looking for ; my cock. Her lips parted, and she gobbled the length of my shaft down her throat easily. 

This was fun. The fur, the feel of Bailey's lips on my cock...fucking on a movie set, in a movie studio...pretty cool. A few busty blonde slave girls short of a full orgy, but the one that was here was more than adequate for my needs. 

She sucked me for a few minutes, getting my dick nice and hard. She finally released me and crawled across to our clothes, where she fished in her pocket and came out with another condom, which she tossed to me with a smile. 

She stayed in place on all fours, obviously suggesting her position of choice, and once I had my little buddy dressed for action, I manoeuvred through the furs and took my place behind her. She was still quite adequately lubricated...hell, she was soaked...so I was easily able to slide home, not stopping until my balls were dangling against her clit. 

"Mmmm, that's very nice, Eddie. So deep and full," she moaned, "I've always loved getting taken like this. Fuck me, baby!" 

I gripped her hips, and began, gently shafting her to start, getting my balance and stance on the shifting mattress of animal skins under me. Once I was stable, I shifted gears, giving it to her harder. The muted 'slap, slap, slap' of my hips meeting her firm, sexy ass probably didn't carry very far. The same might not be true of her moans of pleasure, which were getting a little more robust, but she was adamant that we were alone here, so I deferred to her expert opinion. 

I enjoyed the feel of her muscular, athletic glutes flexing with the minor adjustments her body was making to keep her in place. Her butt was nearly as flawless and hard as the one on the mannequin in her trailer. It barely rippled at all, despite the increasing fury of my thrusts into her cunt. 

"Oh baby, your cock...wow...it does some really good things to my little pussy!" she gasped. "I think I'm going to cum!" 

I gave her a few particularly savage strokes, and she dropped her face into the 'covers', shrieking unintelligible words as she came. Her arms pulled her forward, until she was flat on her stomach, with me laying on top of her. She was gasping for air, and turned her head. 

"Off please," she asked. "I need to see you, feel you...hold you, kiss you. That was wonderful!" 

Once I lifted clear, she flipped herself over and spread her legs again with deceptive grace, welcoming me back happily. She held me close, hooking her legs around my hips and grinding her pussy over my cock. 

I could almost hear the violins. Well, we were on a movie set, so imagining a suitably romantic, orchestral soundtrack, to accompany our love scene, might be understandable. When I say love scene, I mean it. While our initial coupling would have been more appropriate for a porn movie, this part of the session was far more loving, with us rolling around in each other's arms. We never separated, sharing scorching kisses and moans of quiet passion, while taking turns being in the dominant top position. It was hot, sweaty, protracted, and unbelievably sexy. 

I have no idea how long we went at it, nor do I care. God, she was incredible, her body so firm and perfect, pressed tight against mine from top to bottom. My hands couldn't stop their eager exploration of her body's every inch, so smooth and curvy. I felt her shudder through at least three more orgasms, with accompanying ragged gasps of joy. There was just enough light to see her eyes, as they searched intensely around my face, following her gentle caresses. It was very, very intoxicating, and I would be more than happy to do this as often as she wanted. 

My orgasm left me exhausted, resting on Bailey's chest, while she lovingly stroked my back and shoulders. I was finally able to roll off her, and we snuggled together quietly. 

Then we fell asleep, holding each other. 

***

What the fuck? I thought. It suddenly got a lot brighter overhead, and I opened my bleary eyes to see the huge industrial light fixtures on the ceiling above us humming to life. There was a loud metallic 'clack', the sound of a circuit breaker being thrown, and more lights came on. 

"Shit!" Bailey whispered, leaping to her feet. She grabbed our pile of clothes from the rim of the pit, and dove back beside me. "Bury these," she said, handing me the pile, "then burrow under the furs and hide! Shhh!"

My brain wasn't quite awake yet, so my reflexes and reactions were a little off. I sat there, dumb as a stump, and watched Bailey disappear into the massive pile of pelts. Only then did I really understand what was going on ; our cozy little fifty thousand square foot love nest had visitors, and they probably wouldn't understand our presence. I pulled a few furs aside, dumped the clothes into the hole, and threw a pelt on top. Now all I had to do was make myself disappear, too. 

I excavated a hole for myself, crawled in, and covered myself. Laying on my side, I could see through a crack in the pile. There was a flashlight flickering in the distance. 

"Are you hidden?" I heard, barely audible, from beside my head. 

"Yes," I whispered, equally softly. "Who is it?" 

"Probably some grips, getting a crane or something. It's cool," she breathed, "unless they walk through this pit, they'll never know we're here. Just relax, and stay quiet." 

It was a long, nerve wracking ten minutes, but finally, an engine was heard starting up. It revved higher, then moved away. About a minute later, the same loud metallic clunk that signalled the lights coming on was heard again, and all went dark. 

"Thank god!" she giggled quietly, uncovering her face. I did the same, but she didn't waste any time pouncing on me again, planting a voracious french kiss on me. It would appear that the prospect of getting caught turned her crank a little. The kiss lasted quite a while, before she let go. "Okay, that's enough danger and intrigue for today. Let's get out of here." 

Now we had a new problem ; how to find our clothes? I knew they general area where I'd stashed them, but the pit was big. It took a few minutes of feeling around before I hit something that felt familiar, which turned out to be Bailey's bra. Then I found my pants, and using my cell phone, which was in the pocket, as a flashlight, we were able to find everything else. 

Once dressed, we found our way out to the door, but Bailey stopped and pulled me to her for another kiss before proceeding. 

"Okay, baby," she whispered, "there's only one more question to answer before I walk you out to the gate." 

"What's that?" I asked. 

"Tonight? Your place or mine?" 

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Double Duty Pt. 02



I had several requests to continue this story, so here you are. Bailey and Eddie are back together. 

Thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings. I appreciate the opportunity to tell the story. 

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I was sitting in the theatre, watching the credits roll upwards on the big screen. Most of the people who had been watching the movie with me had already left, but I stayed in my seat. 

I was here alone today. That really wasn't usual for me, as I often attended movies alone, even if I had a girlfriend, which wasn't the case right now. I hadn't been able to keep a woman in my life for the last two years, at least, not for longer than a few weeks at a time. That coincided with my increased interest in the movie business. 

Ah, there it is...the reason for my distraction in terms of female companionship. The name, moving slowly up the screen, lost amongst the hundreds of other names to most, but glaringly obvious to me...and half the reason I wanted to see this movie in the first place. 

I said 'half the reason', and it was relatively true. I always had a thing for Scarlett Johansson, which I'm sure puts me in a club with the majority of men on the planet. That 'thing' began long before I met her...I still have the pictures of that day at lunch on my phone to prove it...and before I slept with her stunt double. Given the resemblance between the two, I suppose the name on the screen now might be given more than half the credit for my attendance today. 

Bailey Lewis. Now that was a great memory. A couple of weeks of incredible sex, in various interesting places. Lunch with Scarlett. It was, to say the least, fun. 

Fun I wouldn't mind getting a little more of. It had been two years, but if you don't ask, you'll never get an answer. I tapped my phone, waking it up, and scrolled through my contact list, stopping in the 'K's. There was the person who might be able to answer my question. 

I suppose it was hardly fair to ask any woman to match up with my memories. That's the real reason I hadn't been able to keep a girlfriend in my life since Bailey. It's almost as though I had really been with Scarlett, as the line between them was a little blurry, especially when I kept seeing her over and over on the big screen in various movies. By 'her', I mean Scarlett...or Bailey. I was having a problem with who was who. In my mind, it was almost as though Scarlett was Bailey's stand-in. I knew who really did the hard stuff, and who was the on-screen eye candy. 

My phone crackled to life, and I heard it ring three times. 

"You got Keith," I heard. During the time Bailey was in town, I had been folded into her circle of friends, which included a few of her fellow stunt performers...and the hulk, Keith, who had maintained contact even after the rest of the travelling circus had left town. You can never have too many friends, especially those who are as big as your basic silverback gorilla. If nothing, he'd be handy should I ever need to move a piano. 

"Yo! Dude...how's tricks?" I laughed. "Lift any cars lately?" It was more than witty banter, as Keith's physique was more than just show. He participated in 'strongest man' competitions, and was getting a reputation for it. I had a feeling his set security days were numbered. 

"Eddie!" he rumbled back. "What's up, you scrawny, lucky little turd?" It was said with affection, or at least the 'bro' version. He had called me variations of the 'lucky turd' moniker ever since we met...and I had benefited from Bailey's attention. To him, she was like a little sister, so it wouldn't pay to make her unhappy, and have to deal with an angry Keith. 

"I'm at the movies, and just saw Bailey's name scroll past," I said seriously. "Have you heard anything from her lately?" It got quiet on the other end. 

"I'm not sure I can answer that, pal," he said, like distant thunder. "I kind of promised I wouldn't." I suppose he realized that his comment might sound like she didn't want to see me, and clarified. "She's not ducking you, bud." Another silent pause followed, then he continued. "I guess I could tell you they're starting work on a sequel in a couple of weeks. Someone we both know will be back in town then, for a month or so, but you didn't hear it from me. That someone wanted her presence to be a surprise, and she'll have my balls if you wreck it."

I still found it amusing that a 5'4", 130 pound woman could intimidate a monster over a foot taller and 200 pounds heavier. I mean, she was intimidating... she intimidated me, a little... but for different reasons. Personal ones. 

"My lips are sealed," I smiled, "but thanks for not telling me. I owe you one." 

"Bring me a coffee sometime and we'll call it even," he laughed. "Talk to you later." The line clicked off. 

Two weeks. I could wait two weeks. For her? No problem. 

I just hoped I could sleep until then. 

***

Two weeks is a long time to be excited. After a week or so, I felt like a kid before Christmas, knowing she was coming back to visit. 

I ran through the memories of two weeks, nearly two years ago. That visit had been cut short...Bailey had been called away on another production, one that only needed her stunt performance, and not her closeup double work for Scarlett. I hoped this time would make up for it, and she would be here longer than scheduled. 

Bailey had spent several nights in my bed last time around, and not just on the occasion of her doing a stunt and needing a release afterward. I had the distinct impression that we were becoming more than just physical, but never had the opportunity to explore that thought before she left. Maybe this time... 

"Who the hell is that?" I cursed, as a loud knock on the door interrupted both my thoughts, and the TV show I wasn't really watching. I stood, and went to the door, looking out the peep hole. 

Nothing. Just empty hallway. I opened the door quickly and stepped out, looking down the hall toward the elevator, expecting to see...I don't know...maybe someone delivering flyers or something. No one was there. I muttered under my breath and turned back, retracing the three steps I had taken in that direction. I was still grumbling as I closed the door behind me. 

"Hi!" the cute blonde chirped from her seat on my couch. 

The voice surprised me, and I jumped, eyes wide, until I recognized who it was. 

"Bailey!" I gasped, looking around comically, wondering how the hell she got in. Apparently, she had added 'ninja' to her skills list, slipping silently past me while I was looking the wrong way down the hallway. 

She laughed, and walked over to where I was trying to get my heart started again. "How? What? When?" I blurted. 

"First...I'm sneaky. Second...you know what, and third...about an hour ago," she smiled, stepping into my arms. "Surprised to see me?" 

Surprised? Yeah, you could say that, and I knew you were coming...just not so soon, and certainly not so quietly. My mouth wasn't making noises, hanging open, so she took charge. 

"I'm sorry," she giggled. "I should have called. Oh my! I'm not interrupting someone, am I?" she asked, suddenly realizing that I might have been with someone. Like that could happen. 

"No!" I gulped, snapping back to consciousness. "No. I'm...I'm alone. I just...wow, you surprised me." I pulled myself together, and pulled her closer. She felt...perfect, almost as though she never left. The firmness of her body erased the time between our last embrace and this one in an instant. 

"I've missed you," she whispered, holding me tight. Her lips searched for mine, finding them right where she left them, and every bit as receptive as ever. 

The kiss was...hmmm...how do you describe heaven? Her lips parted almost immediately, and my tongue soon had company in my mouth, tangling with hers like two amorous boas in a steamy jungle. My hands wandered across her back, from her neck down to her much more interesting and incredibly tight backside. I came up for air, trying to remind myself that I wasn't supposed to be expecting her at all. Better not get Keith in trouble. 

"So...what are you doing here?!" I gasped, finding it easy to convey the surprise I was still feeling. "Got any new boo boos for me to kiss better?" 

"No," she giggled, smiling brightly, "No new boo boos...although I want you to feel free to kiss whatever you like. You know...preventive medicine...that sort of thing." She hugged me tight again. "I'm here for a shoot, but it doesn't actually start until late next week. I thought I'd make up for being torn from your arms early last time. You're sure I'm not getting in your way?" 

Let's not open that can just yet, I thought. It's a conversation I really, really want to have before you vanish on me again, but I have a feeling that now might not be the time for a deep evaluation of emotional attachment. It'll take a while, and probably delay getting to the much more enjoyable stuff I want to do right now. I'll just remember you said that you had missed me. 

"You could never be in the way," I replied, crushing her in an overly emotional hug. 

"Ooof! Easy, there, honey," she groaned, pecking my cheek. "I'm not wearing any of my protective gear." I relaxed my grip, and she made eye contact. A very Scarlett-like crooked grin crossed her face. "Or underwear, for that matter."

Bailey always was full of surprises. From that first time, in her trailer shower, she had always been ahead of me. A modern woman, in a man's game, I suppose it went with the territory. I didn't mind, in the least. 

She had pirouetted out of my grasp, and was now wiggling her ass at me as she slowly crept down the hall toward the bedroom. A pause at the door. 

"Come hither, my darling," she smiled, and disappeared around the corner. 

Two years? Seemed like yesterday. 

***

Sweat and sex. That's what the room smelled like, and rightfully so. We were well and truly into it. 

By the time I made it into the bedroom, she had been dropping her clothes... a warmup jacket and stretchy yoga pants, no underwear, as advertised... on the floor. I had quickly shed everything and joined her under the sheets, and we had immediately begun pawing each other into flaming passion. I had soon moved to eat that delicious pussy again, spending several minutes grazing between her thighs. I'm proud to say I brought her off twice, before she turned the tables, and swallowed my cock eagerly. A few minutes of sensual sucking led to the application of a condom, then she mounted me, fucking me with obvious need. She came again, with a muffled scream, and I rolled us over. 

Now, sweat was dripping off my nose, as I drilled her receptive cleft firmly. She had a full glow going herself, beads of feminine exertion covering her body from top to bottom. 

"Oh fuck, Eddie," she gasped, gazing deep into my eyes. "You're so good for me."

I kept spearing her damp depths furiously, but my mind had other thoughts. Inappropriately timed thoughts. 

I wonder how many other guys have been 'good for you' in the last two years? I remember the reason you initially let me into your life ; to release the tension following your stunt gig. Back then I had just been happy to get laid, but two years of thinking had added layer upon layer of complexity to the situation. Now, I had to wonder. How many other 'tension relievers' had there been since? 

Not now! I demanded of my brain. Just enjoy the moment...the sensation of her incredible body under yours, and her pussy gripping your cock. Cross that bridge later, after you finish fucking her brains out! 

Another drop of sweat splashed across her upper lip, and she smiled, pulling me down for another scorching kiss. I pounded her into the mattress, listening to her squeaks and moans of bliss as she built toward another orgasm. Mine was equally near. 

"Fuck me Eddie!" she squealed. "Fuck me! Make me cum, again...I'm begging you...then spray that hot juice of yours all over me! Do it!" 

Words became animal noises of ecstasy, as she went over the top once more, driving me over with her. I yanked my cock out, and an elastic snap signalled my desperate removal of the pesky prophylactic. My balls pulled up tight, and I deluged her, squirting ropes of hot semen across her panting chest, neck and face. The goo slid across her sweaty skin, pooling in the low areas. 

It was well worth the two year wait, but I hoped to increase the frequency a bit, from here on out. 

"So I guess you missed me, too," she smiled, playfully tracing her fingertips across her cum-slicked chest. She dragged my semen from the areas where it had collected, and painted the spots I had missed, including her tall, stiff nipples. Again and again, she dripped my discharge from her delicate, painted nails, drizzling it like icing over her nips. 

I didn't feel the need to answer her...not with words, anyway. I leaned closer and kissed her softly. Her lips quivered against mine, sensing the emotions I was trying to convey in the embrace. 

"Mmmmm, that's a yes," she giggled. "No doubt about it." 

***

Saturday morning dawned, and I rolled over, turning my back to the decidedly too bright side of the room. It had been an energetic evening, and I was still recovering from round 3.

Something was wrong. I should have bumped into...

I opened one eye. Her pillow was empty, and the sheets were rumpled in her absence. 

"Bailey?" I called groggily, rolling out of bed. I staggered out to the living room. 

"Hi honey," she smiled. She was sitting at the dining room table, tapping at her laptop. She looked up from the screen and grinned. "Nice outfit." 

"I like yours too," I laughed. Yes, she was as naked as I was. "What's up?"

"Nothing really. Just couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd check some numbers," she answered. 

"Lottery numbers?" I asked. "You mean I could be sleeping with a millionaire?" 

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but no," she giggled. "I'm checking on one of the stunts I have to do. It's kind of intimidatIng."

That got my attention. This is the woman who casually bounced off the hood of a speeding car twelve hours after I met her. If she was intimidated, it had to be big. 

I sat beside her and focused on the screen. It was all numbers, not at all what I was expecting. 

"Um, this looks, uh, confusing," I gestured. "What is it?" 

"It's a program that calculates the details of a stunt," she smiled. "Can't you see that?" A grin tickled her lips. There was nothing on the screen beside the columns of numbers. "Isn't it obvious?" 

"Oh yeah...sure it is. I was going to say that," I laughed, playing along. 

"Well, that's what it is," she giggled, typing in a box. 

"You mean there's actually a program for that? I thought you lunatics just did it by feel," I smiled. 

"Only on the Internet, honey, and we call those guys 'idiots'," she said, referring to the plethora of YouTube morons who are ensuring they will not procreate, by slamming their testicles into the nearest hard object. 

"Seriously...there's a program for that?" I repeated. 

"Baby, there's a program for everything. It's just a matter of paying the right egghead. As far as stunts go, it's all physics. Forces, acceleration, vectors, trajectories...all that exciting stuff." She pointed at the screen. "See? That's me," she smiled. "Don't you recognize me?" A theatrical gesture to her spectacularly nude body, before she continued. 

The number she pointed to said '58.05', and it was at the top of the column. Below it, a vertical list of numbers began with '1.0', and grew steadily higher. The column colours changed from green, to yellow, to red. Another parallel column also had growing numbers, from 1 to 150. A few other text boxes had variables in them, which she was changing repeatedly. 

"So you're 58.05?" I joked. "I had you pegged more as a 98.3 kind of girl."

Bailey snorted, and nearly peed herself laughing. 

"Boy are you ever gonna regret that when you find out what it means!" she howled. And howled. Finally, she got herself under control. 

"Okay! Shit, that's so funny!" she gasped, catching her breath. "I assume you're giving me a grade, out of 100?"

"Um...yes?" I said sheepishly. "I would have given you 100, but your left little toe is crooked." She looked at her foot. 

"Uh huh. Okay. No. It's my weight, dummy!" She watched my face as I realized that she hadn't weighed 58.05 pounds for decades. So... "It's in kilograms. Wanna retract your statement?" 

Damn metric system. Let's see...kilos to pounds...times 2.2...carry the one...except on a leap year, or during an eclipse. Oh shit! 217 pounds! 

"Yes please," I begged. "Would you believe 55?"

"Awww...aren't you sweet." She kissed me softly. "So," she pointed, "me, height of drop, time, g-forces...these green numbers are safe. Yellow is dangerous, and red is..."

"DEAD!" I gasped. "I don't like dead. I rather like my girlfriends alive and kicking."

"Girlfriend? I like that," she smiled. "I agree. Dead is no good. So we use a bigger airbag." Her fingers changed a few values. The green now reached further down the column, as did the yellow. The red zone was now just the last few rows. "Much better. Still scary, but doable." 

"I still don't like it," I said. No smile this time. I was serious. "How high?" 

"I'd rather not say," she replied, and kissed me. "It will only make you worry, and I was trying to avoid that. That's why I came out here while you were asleep. You weren't supposed to wake up, and catch me." 

I grabbed the laptop. Now that I knew what to look for, I could read the jumble of figures. 

"It's in the green, though, right? Please tell me it's in the green!" I said desperately. The green went down to 90...meters! It's hard to believe that a fall from almost 300 feet could ever be considered 'safe'. 

"I'd like to honey, but that would be a lie," she said looking me in the eye. She suddenly looked so small, and delicate, despite her confidence. "102," she relented. 

102 meters... 334 feet was well into the yellow zone...and closer to the red than I cared to think about. 

"ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?!" I bellowed. It came out harsher than I intended. 

Bailey sat there calmly, naked, legs crossed, arm across the back of her chair. Her eyes were placid...peaceful even. When she spoke, it was with a confidence borne of experience. 

"Eddie, honey...I know you're worried, but please don't say stuff like that. I've done this before. This is higher, but I've done it before, so please trust me when I say I'm sure it will be fine. I don't take uncalculated risks. I have every intention of rolling out of that airbag, waving at the helicopter, and going to lunch with you."

"Helicopter?" I asked, still unconvinced. She rolled her eyes, and stood up. 

"Oy! Look honey, it's almost three weeks away. Now, you can worry about it for three weeks, and waste our time together, or you can trust me, and get your ass in the bedroom. I could use a good pounding with that big dick!" She walked slowly away, turning into the bedroom. She stopped and looked back at me, extending her hand. "Come on, baby." 

I glanced down. My penis was soft, shrivelled, and scared...hardly 'big dick' material. 

"Okay," I nodded, starting toward her, "but I think I'll need some help. My little buddy is worried, too."

"Mmmmm. I think I can handle that," she smiled, as I took her hand. "After all, I'm a professional." 

***

She did. Handle it, that is. Also suck it, which was a marvellous distraction from the ghastly images racing uncontrolled through my head. Eventually, she sucked those images right out of my skull, and replaced them with much more pleasurable ones. 

There's one now. I was looking up at her marvellous tits, as they weebled and wobbled with her movements. She was rising and falling smoothly, skewering herself on my prong. Her eyes were locked on mine, peeking through the gaps in her blonde hair as it dangled across her face. Her plump lips, so moist and delicious, were parted as she panted through her exertion. This was much better than the thought of her twisted, broken body, after the unsuccessful high fall stunt. 




Double Duty Pt. 02



There I go again, ruining the moment with things better left unthought. She's here, she's alive, and she's one helluva fuck. Isn't that enough for right now? 

The internal argument began, as the practical me fought with the part that really wanted more from this relationship. The part that cared more about Bailey and her safety than I would admit. 

This whole point is moot. You knew what she did before things started. Hell, remember watching the car hit her? Wasn't that scary? This is what she is, and that's part of the appeal. No strings, lots of fun, great sex, and she's gone for a while. The perfect girlfriend. 

Yes I know that. I don't expect her to stop being her. She's a wonderful woman, and that's why I'm falling in love with her. I do trust her. She is a professional, and always is well prepared for her gigs, but I can't help worrying about her. How could I not? It's a dangerous business. 

"Helloooo? Are you in there?" I heard. Bailey's pretty blue eyes penetrated the haze. She was leaning forward, resting her breasts on my chest, and squeezing her pussy around my shaft. I focused again, and she smiled. "Ah, there you are! I thought I lost you." She pecked me on the lips. 

"Sorry, honey. It's a lot to digest. Please don't be angry," I said softly. I'd never had a woman stop fucking me because of distracting thoughts before. Of course, I'd never had a woman like Bailey before, either. 

"Angry? Because you care about me, and my safety?" A soft smile crossed her lips. "I'm still a woman, you know? It's nice to be cared about. I'm not angry. I just don't know what more I can do to ease your mind."

"Dar Robinson did this, didn't he?" I asked her. She smiled. 

"You've been searching the Internet, haven't you?" she giggled. 

"Well, my girlfriend is a stunt performer. I was curious."

"There's that 'girlfriend' word again," she grinned. "It's going to go to my head." She was still resting on my chest, gazing into my eyes from inches away. She traced a fingertip over my lips, then kissed me. "Yes, Dar did this, several times. Successfully. He set the standard. He also showed us what not to do. He died doing a stunt he'd done a thousand times. It was nothing, a milk run, on a motorcycle. He made the mistake of taking it too lightly. No matter how many times you feed a tiger, it's always going to be a tiger, and always capable of taking your life. If you remember that...and I do, every day...you stay in control." Another kiss followed. "Trust me, please. I know it's dangerous, but that's the point. I won't take anything for granted, and I won't do it until I feel absolutely comfortable with the setup."

"Comfortable? Somehow that wouldn't be my choice of words," I laughed. "334 feet from a helicopter is a long way down. How long will you be in the air?"

"About six or seven seconds, but they shoot it slightly faster than normal, so it looks longer. It's actually kinda fun, and one hell of a rush."

It occurred to me that I would never be comfortable with the idea of her doing what she does, and she would never stop doing it to make me comfortable. That left me with a simple choice to make ; trust her to be in control of her own safety, or...walk away. 

And...I didn't want to walk away. I had become attached to her. This conflict proved it. I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. 

"Okay. It's going to take a bit of getting used to," I smiled, "but I'm with you. I trust you."

"Good. Now..." she whispered, flexing her pussy around my cock, which had softened, but was still inside her, "...Where were we?" 

Bailey leaned closer, and kissed me again. Her soft, luscious lips tasted so sweet, and she playfully pulled back several times, not allowing my tongue to reach hers, despite my repeated attempts. Finally she relented, and we locked together. The passion of the embrace did the trick, flipping my internal switch from 'concerned' to 'aroused', and causing a corresponding reversal of blood flow to my penis. It began to swell again, and she noticed immediately. 

"Ooooo...he's baa-aaack!" she giggled, giving it a pelvic squeeze. "I love that feeling of it growing while it's already inside me." She resumed the kiss, waiting until I was fully hard before she began to stroke herself again. Soon she was sitting up again, high in the saddle. I was the horse, and I watched her bounce enjoyably on my very appreciative erection. 

Bounce was the word. If you've been paying attention at all, I'm sure you can guess why, and that I found it hypnotic. Bailey's perfect breasts dangled in my face, jiggling jauntily, and urging me to partake in some nipple stimulation. I was happy to do so, and gathered one of the stiff little nubs into my mouth, suckling deeply. She moaned softly, and stroked my hair. 

"That's my good boy...all stiff and hard for me to ride, and sucking my tits so nicely," she smiled. 

With my fears somewhat assuaged, and pushed aside by my libido, a certain level of normalcy returned to our day, and to our relationship. Well, normal for us, anyway. 

We reconnected, and for about a week, we were just like any dating couple. Walking arm in arm, dinners out, movies...all the usual stuff. 

Mostly we had sex, though. Lots of sex. Lots of deeply satisfying sex... satisfying on more levels than merely the physical. It was lovely, and confirmed the thoughts and feelings of the last two years in her absence. 

She had me hooked. 

***

I had some vacation time coming, so I took a break from pointlessly shuffling papers at my office job to become more involved in Bailey's stunt. By 'involved', I suppose I was being ambitious in my description, as I was merely in attendance while she did the work. She was all for me being there, confident that I would feel better about things if I was able to see all the planning that went into the preparation. 

She was right, of course, but feeling better was a relative term. On a scale of 1 to 10, where 1 is totally relaxed, and 10 is scared shitless, I went from a 46 down to 18. A huge improvement, but it fell well short of giving the whole thing a glowing recommendation. 

If it wasn't totally comforting, it was at least interesting. Very interesting. I was amazed at how much technology was involved. And math, lots of math. Next time someone complains about things they learned in high school that they've never used, smack them up the side of the head for me. Of course, a lot of this is brought about by the fact that it's difficult to hang a plumb bob from a helicopter 334 feet in the air, and say 'put the airbag here'. Even if you could, it would be hard to put the chopper back over the exact same place again. That's where GPS comes in. 

Yes, it's good for a lot more than finding your way to Grandma's house. As the technology has matured, it can now do more than tell you to turn right on Main street, and with a sensitive enough receiver, it is possible to know your exact location on the planet, in three dimensions, within 5 meters. 

However, 5 meters is an awfully big error from 102 meters up. It's partially because of the lag required to process the signals from satellites that are so far away, and moving relative to the receiver. 

So, for purposes of avoiding a disastrous miss of the target, they create their own signals, aimed up, instead of down, from a set of four transmitters placed in extremely precise locations around the dead centre (there's that word again...dead) of the airbag. Those signals are strong, direct and on a discrete frequency. They allow the pilot to know the exact height of the helicopter to within inches, and the position over the target with equal accuracy. 

That's accuracy I can live with. Bailey even took me for a ride in the chopper to show me the system at work. It was pretty impressive, especially when she dropped a paint marker as we hovered over the zone. 

Once we landed, she walked me over to the markings on the ground where the airbag was to be placed. The area was about to size of a small single story house, about a eight hundred square feet, with lines that crossed diagonally from corner to corner, marking the exact centre. 

The paint blot was only a foot and a half off centre. 

"Feel better?" she asked. 

"Much," I smiled. Down to about an 11. 

Now that I knew her beautiful body wasn't going to miss the target due to error, there was only one real issue ; the target. 

Perhaps you've heard the saying 'it's not the fall that kills you, it's the sudden stop'? Truer words were never spoken. The emphasis should be on the word 'sudden'. 

You can fall thirty feet onto concrete and die. Very sudden stop. You can also fall a hundred feet into water and live. It's not just that water is softer. Ask anyone who's done a belly flop in a pool how soft water is. It's also that it spreads the deceleration over a longer duration, and that reduces the g-load to survivable levels. 

That's where the airbag comes in. The trick is to adjust the deflation speed so that it's not too slow (she'd just bounce off) and not too fast (splat). It has to be in the appropriately named 'Goldilocks' zone ; just right. 

To make sure that was the case, Bailey ran several trials, tossing a g-sensor equipped dummy out of the helicopter, then checking the data. The deflation gates were adjusted, and the test was run again, over and over until the g-loads were well within the green. WELL within. 

My anxiety level dropped into the green, as well. I trusted Bailey, but in truth I needed more than just 'trust me because I say so'. She knew that. 

That's why she wanted me to see her process in action. Now that I had the understanding, I could relax. 

At least, until the day I would have to watch my darling throw herself out of a helicopter. 

334 feet. 

Fuck. 

***

Just to prove the equipment was functioning perfectly, Bailey spent some time every day in the chopper, tossing paint markers of various colours out of the open door. By the time she was done, there was a multicoloured paint blot three feet in diameter, in the centre of the cross hairs. She was satisfied, so I was, too. 

I would prefer the only falls she took be into our bed, from my arms... but if she had to do it, at least I knew she was well prepared. 

As if my anxiety level wasn't high enough dealing with the 'big fall', Bailey's physical talents were required for another stunt, as well. 

This one was a car stunt, pretty simple, but still dangerous. 

According to the script, Scarlett's character is driving the car, and fighting with her passenger, one of the antagonists in the film. After an elbow to the head that stuns the bad guy, she opens the door and bails out, just as the car goes off the road, and over an embankment. 

It was a perfect example of how the movies trick us, because that one scene was a combination of several shots. Some were using Scarlett herself, in a car on a trailer. Some were externals, and close ups. Then there was Bailey's bit, a relatively small section, if you went by time. But without it, there was no conflict resolution, and Scarlett's character dies along with the baddie. 

Compared to the high fall, this one was simple. That's also what made it dangerous. As Bailey had said, Dar Robinson took the stunt that killed him too lightly, made a mistake, and died. She promised not to make that same error, but she had to be distracted by the much more difficult action to come. 

I was so proud of her. She truly was a consummate professional, and walked through this gig with her usual, thorough attention. Only when she was totally satisfied did the cameras roll, and I watched her tumble out the drivers side door with perfect timing. The camera just below caught both Bailey and the car as they arced through the frame, and another recorded the car as it flipped and crashed down the hill. 

Blocked from view by strategically placed bushes, a landing pad and net accepted Bailey's body on its ballistic trajectory, and brought her to a safe stop. 

Piece of cake. Next. 

A few clean up shots with Bailey running and diving down the hillside into those bushes followed. Later, Scarlett would do close ups amid branches and flying dirt, looking pretty and exciting for the audience, but I would always know who really risked her life for our entertainment. 

With her day complete, I took my girl home. I had my own job to do for her. 

The shower in my apartment was more spacious than the one in her trailer. Within minutes of arriving at home, we were both under the soothing spray, and I was inspecting her for damage. Two bruises, and a small abrasion on her hip left me a very short list of places that required my boo boo kisses, and I quickly moved on to areas I was kissing for pleasure alone. That was a much more comprehensive process. 

After I dried us off, we retired to the bedroom, where I resumed my duties. 

"Would you like a massage?" I asked her. "I'm not a pro, or anything, but I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Well duh!" she giggled. "I make it a rule never to turn down a massage." She arranged herself on her stomach quickly, just in case I changed my mind. "Please. Do me." 

'Do me' gave me a lot of latitude. Okay honey. Prepare to be done. 

I put some lotion on my hands, and began with her upper back and shoulders. Despite her feminine appeal, she was very strong and muscular. I didn't hold back, leaning into my hands fully. I knew she wouldn't break. 

"Mmmmm," she groaned. "I could get used to this. Okay, you're hired."

"We didn't even discuss salary," I said quietly, digging into the base of her neck. She moaned deeply, and exhaled. 

"Oooooooooo, I think you'll find my...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...bennnnnefit package is woooooorth whiiiiiiile," she smiled. 

Benefit package? Cute. I liked it. 

As I continued to work on her, it occurred to me that this might be the perfect time to ask some of those questions I wanted ask. Relaxation should get me some answers. 

"So honey, you said you missed me?" I asked her. 

"Huh?" she moaned. 

"When you arrived at my apartment...remember?" I said, still kneading her shoulders. "That night, you said you missed me. Did you?" 

"You're asking me about that now?" she giggled in a lazy, almost sleepy voice. "It's been weeks."

"Well, I forgot about it, and just remembered," I smiled, moving down her back. She groaned again. 

"Yes honey, I missed you," she breathed. 

One down. Now the harder one. 

"How many other 'tension releasers' have you had the last two years?" I asked, hoping it didn't sound too accusatory. 

"Are you sure you want to ask me that?" she whispered. My hands were working her lower back, just about to move onto her ass. "How many girls have you had?" 

"Three," I answered freely. "I kept comparing them to you, and they didn't match up well. You're a tough act to follow." 

"That's very sweet of you to say," she sighed. I was now kneading her muscular behind, and occasionally dipping into her crack to tease her a little. "Two," she breathed, "for largely the same reasons."

She turned her head in my direction, and opened her eyes slowly. 

"You're hard to follow, too," she smiled. 

As well as pumping up my ego, and my dick, her admission gave me hope that she was feeling that same way I was...that we were more than just the physical act to each other. 

My hands had paused while she was speaking to my heart, and now I resumed, shifting down to massage her feet. I had never known a woman who didn't melt during a good foot massage, and Bailey was no exception. 

"Oh god, yes honey," she groaned. "That's so good. I love it. Keep going, please."

Now, don't get me wrong, but...rubbing her feet was as far away from the bits I wanted to touch as I could get. As much as I loved pleasing her, I wanted a little something myself. 

I switched feet often, eliciting the moans of joy I was seeking. Moving up her legs, my hands worked her calves deeply. Based solely on her vocalizations, I'd say she was enjoying this as well, and when I began to move north again, she spoke. 

"Are you sure you're not a professional?" she sighed, "because this is heavenly. I think I love you."

I froze for a second, then kept going while considering my response. It took me a few seconds to sort it out, and she beat me to the punch. 

"I hope that didn't come out wrong," she said quietly. "I don't want to put extra pressure on you, and I know that my career would make any man think twice before making an emotional commitment..." 

"Shut up," I laughed, smacking her ass. "I love you too, so stop making excuses."

Bailey giggled, and lifted her butt a few inches. 

"Want to spank me again?" she asked, flexing her firm glutes. "I'm a very bad girl." 

"Yes you are," I smiled, rubbing her thighs deeply. "That's one of the things I love about you."

She laughed again, and relaxed, lowering her backside to its resting position. Her thighs spread a few inches, giving me more access as I continued working her hamstrings. I could feel her beginning to shiver. 

"Cold?" I asked, pausing my actions. 

"Horny," she replied, spreading her legs a little more. "Don't forget to rub... everything." 

Hmmm, let's see...neck, back, butt...feet, calves, thighs...I had covered everything on this side...except... 

I dipped my hands between her lean yet muscular thighs, and slid upward. She inhaled in anticipation, and groaned as I just grazed her labia, on the way to tease her tight little sphincter. I ran my fingers over it several times, plucking the rim gently. Bailey sighed, and her ass did a little dance under my digits. One hand reached back, and captured my hand, pulling it away from her puckered rosebud. She rolled over deftly. 

"Darling, it's not that I don't like having my back door pleasured," she smiled, arranging herself for comfort and free access, legs spread. "Someday, I might let you break it in for me, but today, I'd like it in the traditional opening." She put my hand on her mound, then pressed her fingers over mine. She hooked my fingers between her puffy, slippery lips, then left me to it, reaching for my own obvious arousal. 

"You play with mine... I'll be checking out yours," she giggled, pulling me closer, and twisting her body to bring my weapon within range. She smiled, and licked the head of my cock. I watched her lips open, and slide so deliciously over my shaft. 

It's a good thing that my bed sits quite high, otherwise this could have been an uncomfortable exercise of contortions. As it is, her body was laid out nicely on a platter, and I was hungry for a taste. 

My right hand burrowed deeper between her thighs, my two middle fingers worming inside her damp cleft. My cock was disappearing into Bailey's mouth, and her moans vibrated through my loins, encouraging me to probe deeper still. 

My left hand was stroking her beautiful blonde mane, but... If I turned my shoulders just a bit I could reach her breasts. Mmmm, so soft, yet resilient, and enough to fill my hand beyond capacity. So now I had both hands busy, giving a decidedly personal massage, and receiving one as well. 

My fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, and she was sucking me furiously. It was an unspoken race to see who would pop first. She was winning, but I had a little trick that might turn the tide for me. Now... where is that...ah, there it is. A patch of texture, deep inside, on her anterior wall. 

I rubbed across it firmly, pressing in harder, and causing her to gasp around my cock. A deep groan followed, and what I interpreted as 'oh my god', mumbled past her cocksucking lips. Target acquired...full speed ahead. I began to stimulate her mysterious, mythical, but totally real g-spot, pressing, rubbing and thrusting at warp speed. 




Double Duty Pt. 02



My cock fell out of her mouth as she tilted her head, and screamed. 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! That's it! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" 

Her body bucked, and she came. Bailey didn't squirt... at least, I hadn't made her squirt yet, but I'd keep trying to coax Old Faithful into action. I guess the best description would be a gush, and my hand was quickly coated in her warm, delicious honey, while wet sucking sounds came from her pussy. My fingers were awash, but kept torturing her spot, prolonging her orgasm. 

Her nipples were standing up like radio antennae, and she was screaming unintelligible words of joy, until she couldn't take any more. Grabbing my wrist with both hands, she yanked my fingers away, then melted into the bed, gasping for air. 

"So..." she panted, "... You're worried I... might get...get, um... hurt... doing a...stunt...and then you try...to kill...me?! There's no software to prepare...for you!"

There she goes again, stroking my ego. Also my cock. She pulled me into her mouth once more, and tilted her head back, giving me a straight shot down her throat. 

"Fu' m' mouf," she moaned, and grabbed my hands, placing them on her breasts. " 'um 'n m' 'oobs." 

Pretty sure I got the first one... 'fuck my mouth'. The second one involved her boobs somehow, but I'd figure that out as I went. 

I loved it when she did this, taking me all the way down her throat. Blowjobs are incredible, but this routine was even better, and she knew that I was powerless to resist. Her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling my shaft in until my balls rested on her nose. I grasped her perfect tits, and began to thrust gently, while she moaned encouragement. 

"Oh fuck, baby, that's so fucking good," I grunted. "Gonna cum soon!" 

Bailey's hands left my ass, and gestured, pointing at her chest frantically. The light bulb went on over my head. Oh...cum on my boobs! Got it. 

A few more strokes into her sucking mouth, then I pulled back, and went to manual control, fisting my shaft while she licked my balls. The added stimulation pushed me over the edge, and I aimed at the centre of her cleavage. 

Several spurts of gooiness leapt out, landing with a 'splat' across her curves. Over and over, my nuts surged, and ropes of cum painted her tits. She dragged her fingers through the creamy mess, then licked them clean. 

"Mmmmm mmmmm, good," she smiled. "Thank you for relaxing me, darling." 

I was something of an expert on relaxation right now, as all my bones had apparently turned to jello, and I was collapsed in a pile on the floor. 

"You're welcome," I replied. 

***

It was time. 

I watched the helicopter lift off. Bailey waved, and blew me a kiss, then went back into concentration mode. I heard the chatter on the radio between Bailey and the pilot, as he called off the altitude and range. 

A huge hand thumped across my back, and I turned to see Keith smiling down at me. Moral support. He knew how much she meant to me, without ever asking. 

The cameras started to roll as they neared the drop zone. The tension was very high on set. Everyone knew this was dangerous, and I wasn't alone in my concern for her safety. 

Bailey's voice penetrated the silence, loud and clear on the radio. 

"Ohwha... Tajer... Kiam!" she intoned, then repeated the mantra. Members of the crew joined in, softly, as she sped up. "Ohwha... Tajer... Kiam! Ohwha... Tajer... Kiam! Ohwha tajer kiam! Oh what a jerk I am! Geronimo!"

As I craned my head upwards, a figure leapt out of the hovering chopper. I knew who it was, and my ass puckered tight, as I held my breath. My heart raced, and I said my own little prayer. She kicked, and flailed wildly as she fell, part of her performance, and only as she neared the bag did she pike neatly and flip onto her back. 

Whuuuuuuuump! 

I felt the blast of air as it exited the airbag, even from fifty feet away. The gates fluttered and extended like party favours, until they had performed their function. 

The safety crew...with me hot on their heels...was on the move before the director yelled 'cut', reached the edge of the bag within seconds. I held back, and let them do their jobs. 

It was the longest ten seconds of my life... until Bailey crawled out of the tangle of nylon, and stood up. As promised, she waved to the chopper. Everyone broke into a loud cheer, and applauded. She was fine. Undamaged. Exhilarated. 

She pounced on me, first giving me a hug that would make an anaconda jealous, then a kiss that made several crew members cover their eyes in mock embarrassment. 

"See?" she giggled. "Told you there was nothing to worry about!" We began to walk off the set, side by side. 

"I know, I know," I smiled. "I guess I just worried about being a widower before I got a chance to ask you to marry me." 

Oops. That wasn't supposed to come to light quite that way. I had planned to ask her tonight, when we were alone, in some romantic fashion, not when we were both overdosing on adrenaline after the most stressful and exciting day of my life. 

She froze, and turned slowly to face me. She looked more nervous right now than she had throughout the whole process of planning to jump out of the helicopter. Her face was pale. 

"Eddie...did you just...?" she asked, and staggered slightly, nearly fainting. 

We were still quite close to the safety crew, and when she looked unsteady, they were on her instantly. Four medical staff members were suddenly pushing me aside, as they swept her away. 

Before you could say 'marry me Bailey', they had her on a gurney, with people taking her blood pressure, pulse, and checking her perfect blue eyes while they rolled her along toward the waiting ambulance. 

Throughout the journey, Bailey protested. The oxygen mask muffled her words. Those words became laughter, as she realized resistance was futile in this case. She laid back and let them do their thing. 

From the periphery of the scrum, I watched and listened. I was amused, but a little concerned. It was possible her near faint was related to the stunt, and not my clumsily worded proposal. The medical staff hadn't heard our conversation, so when they saw her unsteady on her feet, they reacted accordingly. When in doubt, they erred on the side of safety. I appreciated them looking out for my girl. 

According to what I was hearing, Bailey's pulse was a little high. Understandable, even without the proposal. Her blood pressure had been low for a few seconds, but had now returned to normal levels. Her eyes were clear, she showed no signs of a concussion. She was talking to them quietly, and gestured to me. Two of the EMT's looked over at me, then back to her... then back to me with smiles on their faces. One of them nodded, and started to walk in my direction. 

"You're Eddie?" she asked, as she stopped in front of me, adjusting her stethoscope. I nodded. 

"Is she okay?" I asked in response. 

"Her vitals are all good now, but we're going to take her in for observation anyway, just to be safe. The drop in blood pressure has us concerned, but it's fine now," the pretty brunette said, then smiled, "and I think we have a possible reason for it. She says you sort of...asked her something... something important?"

I smiled, and nodded. She smiled back. 

"Well, I've been asked to tell you that the answer is 'yes', and she asks you to meet her at the hospital." With that, she patted my arm, and went back to the ambulance. 

Yes. She said yes. Well, at least we'll always have an interesting story to tell about the day I proposed. 

***

It took me longer to get out of the area than it took the ambulance, for obvious reasons. I was in no major rush to get there. They'd have her quite sequestered for a while, doing all that medical stuff that they had to do. I took my time. I had to go home anyway, to get the ring. 

Along the drive, I had time to relax and think. Now that I was emotionally invested in her, I found her career mentally exhausting. I doubted that I would ever get used to the woman I loved being in such dangerous circumstances. The buildup of anxiety and tension beforehand was overwhelming. 

Afterward, though, I was surprised to find that I felt not only relief, but exhilaration, almost as though I had been with her throughout. If this is what she feels, I can understand the attraction. Adrenaline is a very powerful drug. I could also understand her need to get that release after the fact. Just now, I hoped to be the only one providing it. 

Arriving at the hospital, I checked at the nurses station to see where she was. I was directed to a room down the hall, where I was told they had her wired for every function known to medical science. 

It seems that on her initial examination, everything had been well within normal ranges. The doctors were questioning why the EMT's even brought her in. Upon hearing about the long freefall, and the near faint, it was decided she needed more observation, just in case there were internal reasons for her faint. 

The information about my proposal was omitted. They assumed that reason had to be physical, not emotional. I hoped they were completely wrong, and would gladly take the blame. 

I walked down the hall, and stopped in the doorway, leaning against the jamb. She was laying in bed, and indeed looked like she could get HBO beamed directly to her brain, with wires coming out of nearly every part of her. Half a dozen monitoring devices beeped and whirred in the corner. She looked small and delicate again. Also kind of sexy. 

"Some big tough stunt woman you are!" I laughed, and she snapped her head in my direction. A smile. "Hit by a car? No problem. Jump from a helicopter? Piece of cake. But...make one little proposal, and you faint. I'm disappointed."

Bailey looked at me and pouted, like a child being chastised. 

"I wasn't prepared," she smiled. "You surprised me. Next time, warn me beforehand!" 

"Next time?" I asked rolling my eyes. "How many times do I need to ask you to marry me?" 

"Maybe just once more," she giggled. 

"Okay, fine..." I sighed. 

"Don't forget to warn me," she reminded me, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

"Right. Fair warning. Are you prepared?" I asked. She nodded. I dropped to one knee. 

"Oh my god!" she gasped. 

"Bailey...will you...?" 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she blurted, cutting me off mid sentence. 

I was going to drag it out a little longer, but the poor girl had been through enough already today. So had I. I cracked open the box, and retrieved the sparkling solitaire from inside, placing it on her offered finger. She tittered happily. 

"Ah, there's the reason," a voice said from behind me. 

We both looked in that direction, to where two nurses were standing, looking into the room. I was still on my knee. Their concerned faces were slowly melting away, to leave smiles instead. 

"We monitored an increase in pulse, respiration, and blood pressure. Now we know why," the taller nurse laughed. "Carry on. Don't let us stop you. What's the answer?" 

"I said yes," Bailey replied, as I stood again. She pulled me closer, and kissed me. 

"Well then, congratulations," she smiled. "I'll make a notation on your tracing ; 'vitals momentarily elevated due to marriage proposal. Affirmative response'." With that, they left us alone. 

"You are so going to get fucked when I get out of here," Bailey purred, holding her hand up to admire the bauble. "With any luck, that'll be in an hour or so, unless you have anything else to say that might make me faint?" 

"Hmmm," I smiled, counting on my fingers. "Did I mention that I'm pregnant?" 

I'm not sure what effect laughter would have on her diagnostics, but they probably heard us from down the hall anyway. I thought she was going to pee herself again. That laughter was the best medicine for both of us, releasing all the remaining tension from a day that was chock full of it. 

***

Bailey's estimate of her release time was a little optimistic, but the exact time didn't really matter. She was perfectly healthy. No concussion, no internal bleeding, no broken bones...not a scratch. Other than agreeing to become my wife, she was the same beautiful, sexy woman who woke up in my arms this morning. 

We strolled out of the hospital entrance, with her holding her left hand out. The diamond shone on her finger, and she giggled like a schoolgirl, pressing herself against me. She felt wonderful, as usual. When we reached the car, I opened her door, and she looked up at me lovingly. Her arms circled my neck. 

"You know, just because you proposed, it doesn't mean you get out of doing your job," she kissed me softly. "I could really use a release of tension, tonight."

"Yes Ma'am," I smiled, caressing her back as she snuggled into my chest. "Home?" 

"Eventually," she breathed, "but I'm feeling al fresco. Can you think of a place where we can satisfy that feeling?" 

"I've got just the spot," I laughed. "It'll take about an hour, but the wait should be worth it." 

"Well, what are you waiting for," she grinned. "Tally ho!" 

***

As it happens, I was off on the time it took us. Traffic had been light, and we rolled to a stop in the parking area high in this little coastal village overlooking the ocean inlet. I had lived in the village years ago, and used to make this short hike often. 

Walking together further up the mountainside, through the heavily treed area, I held Bailey's hand. She was quiet, and I had little to say as well. 

"Are we there yet?" she giggled, her first comments since we started up the trail. 

"Getting close," I answered. "If memory serves, it's just up ahead a bit. I think it will be worth the effort." 

A few minutes later, we had reached the plateau, and cleared the trees, stepping out into the open. Bailey stood silently, awestruck. 

We were probably almost a thousand feet up, looking out over the inlet through a wide vertical ravine. To the left, trees provided a framing element for the view. To the right, vertical rock set the boundary. Dead ahead, we were staring down the barrel of a spectacular sunset, just beginning, as the mountains and wispy clouds to the west began to cast their shadows. 

"Wow..." she whispered, and turned to face me. A bright smile crossed her face. "Maybe just once more?" she asked. 

It took me a minute. Once more? Once more for what? She wasn't helping, so I had to figure it out. Something I've already done, probably today? Ah, of course...

"Bailey, will you marry me?" I asked, for the third time today, sort of. As long as the answer was the same, I'd be happy to ask her a few more times.

"Yes," she smiled, and kissed me again. There was a large shelf of rock that stepped down the cliff face, and she took a seat on the edge, patting the warm, sunlit spot beside her. "Let's watch the sunset for a few minutes. Then you can..." she arched her eyebrows, "you know." 

I had a better idea than merely sitting beside her. I stood on the next ledge down, about four feet below, and leaned back against the vertical surface, facing the sun as she was. Bailey wrapped her arms around me from behind, and leaned forward, resting her big soft breasts against my neck. She toyed with my hair, and kissed the top of my head. 

Silently, we watched the sun slipping slowly behind the mountains. Standing, wrapped in her loving embrace, with the warmth of the sun spotlighting us, in this beautiful, idyllic setting... It could hardly get better than this. 

Well...actually it could, and that's exactly why we were here, wasn't it? 

I let her decide when she had seen enough romantic sunset. Personally, I would have had her naked by now, and bent over a convenient boulder, but she wanted to let the moment sink in, so it was her choice when it should end. Fortunately, I knew she was every bit as horny as I, and wouldn't need to wait long. 

I felt her shifting position behind me, then her tongue was teasing my ear, and her hands were rubbing my chest. 

"Now," she whispered, "I assume you brought me out here into the wilderness to get me alone, and take advantage of me." I turned in her arms, and looked at her smile. "Or would you prefer I take advantage of you, instead?" 

She giggled, and kissed me deeply, pulling me close to her chest. This position was a little too high for actual sex, but for necking and playing with her body, it was nearly perfect. My hands wasted no time unzipping her jacket, and sliding inside to fondle her breasts softly. She shrugged the jacket off, and pulled her t-shirt out of the waist of her jeans. Our lips continued to feast on each other hungrily. 

Soon, she had peeled the shirt off over her head, and I had only her bra between my hands and her perfect breasts. That lasted seconds, before it joined her jacket and shirt in a pile on the rock behind her. 

Her nipples were standing up, thick and tall. It could have been the cool breeze, but I chose to believe it was me, and her arousal. Either way, since she was so conveniently positioned for nipple nibbling, I leaned in and grabbed one of her stiff, pink buds with my lips, suckling softly. 

"Ooooo, that's nice, baby," she smiled, stroking my hair and holding my head close. I grazed on her nips for a few minutes, while my hands worked on unzipping her tight jeans. She helped, then untied her shoes, tossing them over her shoulder. 

Lifting her hips, she skinned her jeans off, letting me tug them off over her feet. She knew where I was going, and moaned a few words of encouragement, laying back on her pile of clothes. The panties that matched her bra were too pretty to rip off, so I gently peeled them up her thighs, and off. 

Bailey was a professional athlete, of a sort, so her body was not only firm and strong, but also flexible. She spread her legs wide, holding them high and straight. 

"Ah," she breathed, "there's something about being naked in nature that makes me very wet." She dipped a finger between her puffy labia, and offered it for me to taste. It was slick to the second knuckle. "See?" 

"I'd rather taste for myself," I laughed, hooking her legs over my shoulders. She sighed, and laid her head back, licking the wet digit clean herself. 

She was wet, and as always, delicious. I buried my face deep in her gash, worming my tongue in further to drag more of her ambrosia out. 

This was a unique situation. I'd never eaten a woman's pussy in broad daylight, and full view, before. Okay, the light was waning, and we were alone and isolated, but this trail was well used. If people were coming down the mountain before dark, we would be hard to miss...a naked goddess, legs splayed wide, with a man feasting on her gaping, oozing pussy. I suppose that thought had crossed her mind as well, and may have contributed to her dripping wet condition. 

My tongue and lips worked their magic, teasing her succulent lips, nibbling on her clit, and probing her sopping wet depths. I knew from experience that if we were home, in my bedroom, she'd be screeching her bliss at the top of her lungs from the first lick. Here though, she was trying to stay quiet, and that was only making me more determined to get her to scream. 

I added two fingers to the package, and within seconds she was quivering. A puddle was accumulating on the smooth rock under her butt. She was moaning softly, and her stomach was clenching tight under my hand. The orgasm she was fighting back was a doozy. 

I flicked my tongue rapidly across her clit again, and was rewarded with a yelp, so I latched onto the engorged button and sucked hard. Her thighs shook, and... 

"mmmnnaaghhhnnoooOOHHMMMYYYYYYGODDDDD!!" she shrieked, twisting and bucking in my grasp. Her abrupt scream echoed off the stone around us, but I was too busy slurping up the honey she was gushing out to care. She tripped seamlessly from the first orgasm, to the second, and the third, each marked by another screeching yelp, and a fresh wave of her juices. I would have kept going, but Bailey's hands pushed me away desperately. She had reached her max. 




Double Duty Pt. 02



I stood up, and wiped my chin with the back of my hand. Only then, did I realize how dark it had become. The sun was gone, and the shadows were deepening rapidly. Bailey's body was hanging limp,, her legs dangling over the edge of the rock that had lifted her to a comfortable munching height. She was still catching her breath, gasping and panting. 

"Oh my fucking god," she mumbled, "you did it to me again." Her eyes fluttered open. "Shit, it's almost dark, and I didn't get to return the favour." 

"No problem, honey. You can pay up later," I smiled, helping her to sit up. She pulled me in for another kiss. 

"Mmmmm, you taste like pussy," she giggled. "I'm quite tasty, aren't I?" 

"Absolutely." 

Together, we fumbled around in the near darkness, locating her clothes piece by piece. Her panties, and one shoe took a few minutes to find, but we managed. At last she was ready for the walk down. 

It took more than twice as long to get down. Lit only by the feeble light of our cell phones, and being extra careful of our footing, we were still caught out a few times by loose stones, sending us sliding momentarily. 

"Careful honey," I laughed, holding her hand. "No airbags to break your fall, here." 

"I thought that was your job," she smiled. 

Fortunately, we didn't have to test that theory, and made it slowly back to the road. The car was still there, and we took our seats. 

Bailey immediately reached for my belt, and began to free my cock. She grinned, and winked at me. 

"You drive. I'm going to make a down payment," she giggled, and began to lick my burgeoning erection like a stick of candy. "After all...I owe you, and I always pay my debts." 

She did pay in full, later that night in my bedroom. 

Sorry, I guess that should be our bedroom, shouldn't it? 

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Double Duty



I grabbed a comb from my purse, headed to the bathroom and ran the comb through my hair. Carla stood in the doorway watching me. She was staring more than just watching. I saw her eyes in the mirror looking at my butt and breasts. She was smiling and sipping a beer. I had to brush past her to get out of the bathroom. Tyrell and Shawndra were sitting on the couch, kissing. Shawndra was just wearing her bra and panties. Carla stood behind me looking over my shoulder. She reached around and started cupping my breasts. I put my hands over hers but I couldn’t pull them away. She fondled my breasts with her strong hands. I looked down watching my nipples growing erect. Carla pushed my head forward when she started kissing me along the back of my neck. I felt her hot breath tracing towards my ear. I’d never been touched by another woman before.

“I think this lady’s ready for some action!” Carla exclaimed. 

Tyrell had fallen asleep sitting in one of the recliners. Shawndra and Alex had stopped kissing and were watching Carla and me. They got up off the couch, Alex walked towards me. I could see the bulge in his briefs had grown. Shawndra walked over and picked up a duffle bag. Carla grasped my wrist and pulled me back towards the bedroom. She turned on the lights as we entered. I stood there, not knowing what was going to happen next. Shawndra unhooked her bra, her breasts were quite small but her nipples were like tiny little fingers. Alex stripped off his briefs, his huge black cock stood straight out. Shawndra walked up to me and started rubbing my pussy over the material of my panties. I spread my legs willingly when she reached down between them. I looked towards Carla; she had taken off her jeans and t-shirt. She had very muscular legs. She had her bra and panties off in seconds. Alex walked over towards Shawndra and me.

“Hang on there Alex!” Carla exclaimed, grinning. “We get her first.”

Carla ordered Shawndra to take my panties off. She pulled them down my legs and I stepped out of them. My pussy was getting hotter. Carla motioned for me to get on the bed. I stretched out watching Carla approach me. She reached down and spread my legs, climbing on the bed between them. She was licking her lips back and forth. I felt her warm breath blowing on the lips of my pussy. I spread my legs farther apart causing Carla to smile. She licked all around my pussy. I felt my body beginning to squirm against her hot tongue. Carla grasped my legs firmly and held me down. She flicked her tongue against my clit, causing me flinch. Carla vibrated her tongue up and down my pussy. I was moaning as her expert tongue worked me up. My hands were grasping the sheets, I felt an orgasm building. My legs tensed enough to lift my butt up slightly. Carla stopped licking my pussy till I settled back down on the bed. She put her mouth back on my pussy and darted her tongue inside me. I gasped as she swirled her tongue inside my pussy. I felt my orgasm building again. Carla slid her tongue up to my clit and toyed with it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had a fantastic orgasm, my juices flowed.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhh………… ohhhhhhhhhhhh” I moaned aloud.

Carla kept her mouth on my pussy, sucking hard. My orgasm finally faded letting my body relax. I opened my eyes slowly. Carla was making the last of her slurping sounds. Alex was leaning against the dresser sipping on a beer. I looked over at Shawndra. She had a bright blue vibrator in her hand. It was long and slim, tapered at the head. Shawndra was applying some lubricant to it. She approached the bed, grinning. She was holding the vibrator, twisting the end back and forth. It hummed when she turned it on. Carla rolled me over onto my tummy and spread my legs, holding them apart. Shawndra lay across me. I felt her spreading my butt cheeks. She pressed the vibrator against my ass, not my pussy. I tensed, trying to get away from the vibrating head. Shawndra teased my butt with the vibrator and then slowly penetrated me with the tip. I felt it starting to vibrate inside me. She pushed the vibrator in a little deeper. It felt so different, an experience I’ll never forget. Shawndra turned the vibrator speed up a little. My ass was bucking as the vibrator hummed inside me. I felt Carla release her grip on my ankles. I kept my legs apart. Shawndra slowly stroked the vibrator in and out of my ass. She finally pulled it all the way out. I felt my ass still tingling.

Carla pulled a dildo from the duffle bag. It was flesh colored with straps dangling from it. She untangled the straps and stepped into it. Carla pulled it up her legs and adjusted the straps tight. It looked like she had a cock, a big cock. I knew she was going to fuck me with it. Shawndra told me to get up on my hands and knees. She took the lubricant and smeared it all over the dildo. I watched intently as she applied the lubricant. Carla got on the bed behind me and grasped my waist with her strong hands. I felt the dildo slip between the lips of my pussy and then slide all the way inside me.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh………….. Ahhhhhhhhh” I moaned.

Carla fucked the dildo in and out of me steadily. She gyrated her hips making the dildo swirl inside me. I was panting for breath. I started moving my ass back towards Carla as she increased her tempo. She slapped my butt hard. I fucked back towards her harder. I almost pushed her back off the bed but her strong legs kept her into me. She started fucking me with long, hard strokes. I came within a few minutes. Carla kept plunging the dildo harder. She released her grip on my waist and I fell forward, the vibrator slipping out of me. I lay there hugging the warm sheets, my body still quivering. I felt the bed move when Carla got off the bed. I closed my eyes till my body stopped shaking. 

Alex came over and sat on the bed. He rolled me over onto my back. He seemed concerned that I was alright. I told him I was fine, just tired. I looked at his cock. He was hard and I knew he wanted to fuck me. Carla and Shawndra had left the bedroom.


“Why don’t you shut the bedroom door and turn off the lights?” I asked him, smiling.

Alex followed my suggestion and came back to the bed. My pussy was tender but I wanted him to fuck me anyway. We kissed and held each other. Alex sucked gently on my tender nipples. I told him I was ready. He didn’t waste any time pushing his huge black cock inside me. The lubricant from the dildo greased his fuck pole, allowing him to enter me without much resistance. We fucked slow and easy for quite awhile. I locked my legs around his waist forcing him to fuck me deeper and faster. He pumped his cock into me until I felt his hot cum spewing deep. He got off at least twice. His body froze as he came the second time. I held my legs tightly around him till his body relaxed. He was forcing himself to take deep breaths. He laid down on top of me and then rolled off to one side. I ran to the bathroom to pee and get cleaned up. Alex’s cum was dripping out of me, down my legs.

I heard moans coming from the other bedroom. I stood in the doorway watching Tyrell fuck his huge cock into Carla. Shawndra was straddling Carla’s face. I could see Carla’s tongue lapping at her pussy. I watched till Tyrell shot his load deep into Carla’s pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and held her legs apart. Shawndra leaned over and sucked Tyrell’s cum out of Carla’s gaping pussy. Tyrell saw me watching, he got a big grin on his face. I went back to the bedroom and stretched out along side Alex. He put his strong arms around me and we drifted off to sleep. 



Double Edged



I can’t believe that my rental car has stalled...and here I am, out in the middle of nowhere! I find a map in the glove box but it’s not much help I can’t find this dirt road I’ve ended up on anywhere on it. I’m not surprised. 

I think about calling you with my cell phone and decide not to. You can come find me when I don’t show up at your door on time. After all, this was your idea, to meet out here in your cabin for the weekend. I can’t believe I let you talk me into it. We could have stayed in the city at either of our apartments, but no, you wanted to come out here and be "one with nature".

Well, at least the car has died in a semi-shaded spot. I get out to look around, but there’s not much to see...just more road and more trees, neither of which will help me. I can feel myself start to sweat. (It was 90 when I last checked the outside temperature.) 

I climb back into the car, since by getting out and walking around it, I haven't accomplished anything but making myself hot and thirsty. I try the key again and (surprise, surprise!) nothing happens. I try turning the key backwards and the radio comes on. I leave it on. I have no qualms about running the battery down, its not like the car is going to need it. I roll down the window and lay the seat back. I might as well get comfortable while I wait.

I check my watch (I’ve been here 15 minutes). The car is starting to feel like an oven. I turn it off and take the keys to open the trunk. I've worn jeans and a t-shirt to drive in, but I’ve packed shorts and a tank top, in case the cabin’s A/C is on the blitz. I change quickly. I don’t know why, its not like there’s anything out here to see me except a few random squirrels maybe a few chipmunks. 

I laugh at the thought as I drop my clothes back into the trunk, and then I hear the leaves rustling behind me. I stop laughing and look around. I don’t see anything but, nervously, I slam the trunk closed and hurry to the side of the car. Just as I reach for the door, a large hand closes over my mouth. I kick and struggle and try to scream, my nails clawing at the fingers over my mouth, but to no avail. A strong arm holds me pinned to a large, hard body. 

Then I hear it, that unmistakable click and the feel of cool steel as it is pressed into my neck. I am instantly still, I need no further convincing. The hands holding me relax a little but the pressure from the knife never lessens. Then, a whisper in my ear.

"Don’t scream." 

I nod (just barely) and the hand falls from my mouth. I gulp in tiny breaths of air, wary of sucking in too much with the knife still pressed at my jugular. A soft cloth is placed in my hands and then brought up to my eyes. Again the whisper, soft and almost soothing.

"Put in on, and make it tight.” 

I do as I’m told and once I’m blindfolded the whisper comes once more.

"Can you see anything?"

"No." I whisper back, afraid to shake my head, hoping he won't mind me speaking. I didn't scream and I could barely hear my own whispered reply. 

The knife leaves my throat. He runs the point down my neck; down my over the tops of my breasts, which are barely visible at the collar of my shirt, and then he rests the point at my ribcage. My hands are clasped in his behind my back.

"Walk." 

I can't see anything and I take one shaky step.

"Faster." 

The knife digs into my side just a little and I make my steps a little quicker. I hope he'll be my eyes and not let me fall or walk into anything, it would be to his disadvantage if he did. I would have a chance to get away. My steps become surer, I can tell that we've left the road and we're walking into the woods. He weaves us around trees I assume, then tells me to stop. The knife digs even deeper into my side.

"Don't run, I'll catch you." 

His voice never rises above the whisper he first used. My hands are released. I stand perfectly still, waiting. The knife digs in deeper and I wince, but I still don’t move away. After he pulls away the knife, I take in some larger gulps of air. I'm still not moving, and I can’t see but I can hear his breath close behind me.

Another sound comes... I hear him ripping something and then he has my hands again and he's pulling me to the ground. I don’t resist, the feel of the knife in my side still a fresh memory. He ties my hands above my head, to what I'm not sure. It doesn't feel like a tree. Then the knife is back, pressed at my throat. It glides down my neck and, this time, between my breasts. My shirt falls open at his slight tug. There's no doubt that the blade is sharp, my shirt is sliced through like it was nothing more than hot butter. The straps at my shoulders are gone in seconds. 

The point of the blade is dancing lightly across my stomach, up my sides, underneath the edge of my bra... I shiver and it stops. He slides the knife down between my breasts again, this time my bra meets the same fate as my shirt. He pushes the now useless material away. He never uses his hands or fingers on me, just the sharp blade and its point. With feather-like touches he circles first one breast and then the other, my nipples hardening under the cool steel tip as it passes ever so lightly over them.

He moves away now, and but I can still feel his eyes on me. I can tell he’s staring at me, I can hear it in his breathing. I wait, wondering where his blade will tease me next, and then I feel it or, rather, I feel the air as my shorts are sliced away as effortlessly as my other clothes. The point is then tracing my panties, almost caressing along the top. Again, with more force along my hips cutting the silken fabric but not my flesh.

I’m lying naked before him now, wet with anticipation, and wanting the blade to caress my skin again. Finally, it does, but not like I expected. I feel it heavy on my stomach just above my navel. Heavy because he’s no longer holding it. Heavy because he’s lain it on my stomach. Heavy because it's just lying there and I crave the feel of it. The handle is hot like fire from where he’s been holding it so long. The other end the blade, still cold as ice, only connects with my skin when I take in deep breaths. It hovers barely a hair's width over my skin, the handle just thick enough to keep it from fully resting on me.

He touches me for the first time since he released my hands hours ago, or was that only minutes ago, perhaps it was only seconds...time has lost all meaning now. The only thing that holds meaning at this moment is the weight on my stomach, the fire and ice, and his hands. 

They start at my knees. Slowly he drags them up my thighs, nudging my legs further and further apart. I arch my hips up, eager for his touch as his fingers find me. Slow gentle circles at first. Tempting me, torturing me, teasing me... Then he slips two fingers inside me, his knife play has left me wet and wanting. This is the only encouragement I need to come the first time.

He puts his other hand on my stomach. Whether to hold me down or catch the knife I’m not sure, but he accomplishes both as he waits for my pleasure to subside. With expert skills he takes me right to the brink of pleasure once more. Then, keeps me there for a very long time stopping and starting, slower and faster, gentle and harder, deep and then deeper finally allowing me over the edge, and then pushing me over several more times. 

He’s kissing me as I come again violently for the... I’m no longer sure how many times this will make, with his fingers still deep within me, with the knife still lying on my stomach, and now with his tongue tasting every corner of my mouth.

I’m still catching my breath as he releases my hands. He picks me up, and I rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me through the woods... Too tired to care which direction, to exhausted to notice that my hands are free and I could remove the blindfold, too spent to do anything but lie there in his arms. I hear the gravel crunch beneath his feet and I know that we are back at the road, even before he sets me down on the cold hood of my car. 

I hear him walking away from me. I raise my hands up and hear him speak from somewhere behind.

"Not yet." 

So I drop my hands from the blindfold and wait. The trunk of the car opens and I start to panic. Funny, how I pick now to finally start. But then with relief I hear it shut again.

Once more I hear that click in my ear as he reopens the knife, and I instantly start thinking back, trying to remember when he closed it, when I'd last felt the cold steel on my burning flesh. It must have been when he cut my hands free, but it doesn’t matter, the blade has found my skin once again. 

Gently cupping my face with one hand, he runs the knife down the other side, caressing my cheek, and then I feel the blindfold fall away. It takes only a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. It's not that bright out anymore, the sun has already started falling from the horizon, but he’s already gone as quickly as he appeared.

I look down at my hands to find that I’m holding the knife, and my clothes are folded neatly on the hood of the car beside me, and my keys are lying on top of them.

I wonder if he was even really here, I feel like I’m waking from a dream. But the knife I’m still holding and the faint red lines circling my wrists prove I've done more than dream the past several hours.

I get dressed and climb into the car. As the engine purrs to life the cell phone rings. It’s you on the other end. I smile as I hear your voice again, soft and whispering in my ear once more. I do so love it when you whisper.

"Did you enjoy that?"

I don’t even have to think as I reply, "Yes."

"Good." You say, and then, as you hang up, "Decide where and how you want to play next weekend and give me a call."

I hang up the phone, put the car into drive and start home. I find myself smiling as I begin to wonder how many more sharp blades you can leave with me... 



Double Edged Sword: Caleb's Story



(c) 2005 JW Omnimedia. All Rights Reserved.

I'm telling this story because I'm still trying to sort out how I feel about everything that's happened. I got what had always been a fantasy, but things did not work out quite how I thought they would in the end. Never did I think it would lead to my beautiful wife of five years, Jen, to be with another man. All I can tell the other guys out there is to be careful what you wish for. I guess I should start at the beginning.

My birthday is at the beginning of October and every year Jen does something nice for me, but since this one was going to be the big four-oh, I thought she was going to do something extra special. I was thinking maybe a surprise party or a weekend away, something to mark the occasion. She'd been hinting for weeks that she up to something, but I couldn't pry any clues out of her and if any of our friends knew what she was up to they weren't telling either. Three years ago, for Jen's thirtieth, I whisked her away to the Bahamas for a long weekend with the surprise that two couples we were close with met us down there. That was such a wild time I still only remember half of what happened. If Jen planned something similar, I could go along with that.

About a week before my birthday I was out with the boys playing poker on a Friday night as Jen was working second shift at the hospital that night. I arrived home shortly before my wife, glum because I was down fifty bucks. It just didn't seem to be my night. My luck, however, was about to change, or so I thought.

Jen got home shortly before midnight and she wasn't alone. I knew Brianna from going to work parties with Jen and we'd all hung out once or twice before for a few beers. She was a nice girl, sexy as hell, and a big flirt too. She and Jen had been working together for just a couple years, but had become fast friends and if I didn't think my wife could take care of herself I would have been worried, because Brianna was the type of girl who liked to find trouble.

"Can I have one of those?" Brianna asked, setting her bag down beside the couch. Both girls were in green scrubs, having come right from work. I was having a beer while flipping the channels in the living room.

"I'll grab you one." Jen told her. She gave me a kiss before disappearing into the kitchen. She returned with three beers and handed one to Brianna, who sat at the far end of the couch. Jen settled in beside me and laid her head on my shoulder with a sigh.

"Rough night?" I asked.

"I'm just tired. I thought the shift would never end." She pulled the scrunchie out of her russet hair and it fell just past her shoulders when she shook it out. Jen wears almost no make-up when she works, but she still looked beautiful.

"The patients were particularly bitchy tonight. There was this one old guy who kept pressing the call button to have me come down and adjust his bed. I know the old perv was just trying to look down my top when I leaned over."

I laughed. "Old pervs need love too. Looking down your top was probably the high point of his day."

"Besides, you wouldn't be complaining if he was thirty instead of sixty," Jen teased.

"Or if he had a big bank account," I joined in.

"Very funny. Next time I'm sending you down there, honey."

"But you're his sweetie. I wouldn't want to disappoint him."

"If he wants something to look at you've got the edge on me!" Brianna said, staring at Jen's chest. My wife's chest is significantly larger than her friend's. Jen is a curvy, sexy woman, while Brianna is a tiny little thing, barely over five feet tall and very petite. She's twenty-five, but could almost pass for a teenager. But don't get me wrong, Brianna has an incredible, tight little body, which she quite enjoys showing off, and she's stunningly gorgeous. Brianna is half Filipina and her slightly up slanted eyes and flawless light brown skin lend her an intoxicatingly exotic air. 

"What, these old things?"

Brianna surprised me by leaning across me and hefting Jen's breasts in both hands. "Yeah, those things. I'd kill to be bigger." She unhanded Jen and moved back to her seat.

"It's not like I'm Pam Anderson or anything. I'm only a 36c. Yours don't look that small. Besides, if you were my size they'd look really huge on you."

"I guess you're right." Brianna now fondled her own breasts. "I'm only a B, but they are really nice. What do you think, Caleb?"

"Those scrubs are pretty baggy," I said, taking a sip of my beer. "It's hard to tell anything. If you'd lean forward so I could get a proper look…"

"If you play your cards right, mister, you just may get your chance."

That took me by surprise. I'd have loved a chance to see what was going on under those scrubs. Jen shot her friend a look and muttered, "Bree." Brianna gave her an innocent look back and replied, "Jenny." She was the only person I'd ever met who got away with calling my wife that.

"Is there something I'm missing here, guys?"

"There's a reason I asked Bree to come over tonight. There's something I wanted to talk to you about and she wanted to be here to make sure everything was clear."

"This is sounding interesting. I don't think it's about you guys swapping shifts."

Jen swallowed about half her beer and set it down on the table. Turning to face me she said, "Now don't get all excited, but I have an idea for your birthday that I think you'll never forget."

"I hope not anyway!" Brianna chimed in.

"This is starting to sound ireally interesting now." I said.

"I want to make your number one fantasy come true, honey."

"I'm going to be an NFL quarterback!" I shouted. Jen punched me in the arm.

"No, the more realistic one. You've always said you wanted to see me with another woman and I'm ready to make it happen, if it's something you really want."

I was speechless. I'd sort of figured it out, but hearing Jen say it was something altogether different. We'd talked about it when watching late night Cinemax, Jen actually likes the softcore stuff, and even role played it in bed a couple times, but she'd never said anything to indicate she wanted to make it a reality. I know she'd done some "experimenting" in college and she'd told me some pretty hot stories, but I thought that part of Jen's life was closed. I certainly didn't think she'd ever want to try that with me in the room. Did I really want it? Of course I wanted it! And if the other woman was going to be Brianna that was really incredible, I was getting a hard-on just thinking about seeing the girls in a lip lock. 

"And you'd be the other woman?" I asked.

"I think so, with conditions." 

"Conditions?" I was thinking this was the part where they told me I could only sit back and watch, which I was fine with if this was the only way to make it happen. 

"I've been thinking about this for a while and when I thought who I could ask Bree is the only one who came to mind. I don't want to pick up a stranger and I don't trust our other friends to keep quiet about it. Bree's perfect and I thought she would be game. However, there are some concerns. She has a boyfriend, Frankie."

That was news to me and my heart sunk. I did not want to hear that he had to be there too. That would ruin it for me. Let him go find his own threesome. "And…"

"And I don't want to go and do something behind his back, so I had to ask him first. He said he didn't mind on one condition."

"Which is, and I want you to think about this, we wants us to do the same thing for him." Jen finished.

Now I was confused. "I don't think I get it."

"If we put on a little show for you, he wants us to do a little show for him." Jen said.

"So he would be…"

"No, not at the same time. I don't think either of you swings that way," Brianna laughed.

"Let me gets this straight. If I watch you girls hook up together, then you two are going to go over and do the same thing in front of this guy…"

"Frankie." Brianna said.

"Frankie. Frankie gets to watch you two fool around too."

"If you just watch." Jen said, looking nervous.

"I don't have to just watch?"

"Whatever you do with me, with us, Frankie gets to do too."

"So if I…" I didn't even finish the thought.

"Yeah, the more fun you have, the more fun Frankie has." Brianna said.

"What do you think, honey? This was the hook I had to think about before I said anything to you." Jen said, looking concerned.

I didn't know what to say. It was hard to make such a choice. If I watched my wife together with Brianna, then Brianna's boyfriend would get to watch them too, without me there. Could I handle that? I was surprised Jen would even do that. And, if I fucked Brianna, which I would have loved to do, then this Frankie guy, who I'd never even met, was going to get to fuck Jen? I knew that wasn't going to happen.

"I need some time to think about this. It's pretty heavy." I said.

"I know, honey," Jen said, rubbing my arm.

"Do you guys mind if I grab a shower while you think about it?" Brianna asked.

"Sure, it's at the top of the stairs on the right. You should be able to find everything you need, but if you can't, just give a shout." Jen said. After Brianna was gone, Jen asked, "Are you freaked out?"

"Jeez, honey, I don't know what to think. Trust me, there's nothing I'd love more than to see Brianna seduce you."

"Who says she'd be doing the seducing?" Jen grinned.

"Okay, fair enough. But I'm not sure how I feel about you performing in front of this Frankie guy. Could you do something like that?"

"I'd rather not, but I'd be willing to do it if it gets you your fantasy. I can't think of any of my other friends I would ask, seriously, or I would have. So if we do this you're just going to watch?"

"I don't think I have any choice. But, if there was no Frankie, would you want me to do more than watch?"

It was Jen's turn to think about things. "I might be jealous, but I'd be okay with it, I think. It's hard to say. Whatever you decide is okay with me. This is supposed to be all about you, honey. I love you and I want you to have a memorable fortieth birthday."

My cock, throbbing in my jeans, was casting its vote, but the big head wasn't so sure yet. "Let me at least sleep on it."

"Hey, Jenny, where do you keep the clean towels?"

We both turned and I was shocked to see Brianna standing on the stairs in a sheer black bra with her scrub pants slung low enough to see her string bikini panties. Her perky nipples were pretty clear through the bra. I also noticed a ring in her belly button. Damn, she had amazing abs. She just smiled at the look on my face and I knew it was entirely for my benefit. Jen just took it in stride.

"I'll come up and show you, hon." Jen kissed me and climbed off the couch.

"Kewl, maybe you can wash my back while you're up here."

Jen smiled over her shoulder at me and teased, "Only if you do mine while we're in there." She pulled her top off, revealing her own beige satin bra and followed Brianna up the steps. What a pair those two were!

While I was downstairs imagining what they might be doing up in the shower I weighed the pros and cons over and over again. Could I really pass up such an opportunity? God, it was so hot that Jen even wanted to do it. The harder I got the more difficult it became to think objectively. If Frankie was just going to watch wouldn't it be okay? That wasn't cheating. It wasn't like he'd be touching Jen. I almost wanted to just flip a coin.

After giving it the weekend I made my decision. It might have been playing with fire, but I just couldn't pass up the chance. It would be a birthday I would never forget and give Jen and I years of role playing to live out in the bedroom. I wasn't thrilled with the trade off and I knew it would be a rough night for me when Jen was out fulfilling the other part of the bargain, but if Jen was okay with everything I wanted to do it. After another conversation with my wife to make sure she was a willing participant, we agreed to give it a go. Two weeks later, both Jen and Brianna took a Saturday night off and things were set.

Jen disappeared early that day to go shopping and get ready with Brianna. I waited at home with instructions that they would pick me up at seven sharp. I was ready almost an hour early and paced the living room until the door bell rang, head filled with visions of the night to come.

I answered the door and received my first surprise of the night. Both girls were standing there, sex personified. Jen wore a black strapless cocktail dress with a satin bodice that had fringe hanging from it. The skirt was three or so inches above the knee and her long legs were sheathed in shiny black stockings and ended in four inch stiletto heels that made her as tall as I am, about 5'10". Her breasts looked like they were going to spill from her dress at any moment and her russet hair was piled up with two strands free and framing her face. A black satin choker with rhinestones was fastened around her throat. It had been a long time since I'd seen my wife so dressed up, although the dress was more daring that what she usually wore, and I'd almost forgotten how stunning she could be. I was so caught up staring at Jen that I didn't give Brianna a proper once over until she cleared her throat.

Brianna was wearing all white, but she still looked like a little porn star. Her black hair, which usually hung to the middle of her back, was pulled up as well and had highlights, her lips were painted slut red and kohl accentuated her exotic eyes. The dress was thin satin that looked like it was just draped over her tiny body. The neck was a halter that cut low in the front, showing that she was wearing something that pushed up underneath. The back was low cut, coming to a point with a butterfly embroidered around it. The bottom was a short as Jen's dress, but also had high slits on both sides. Her stockings, like her dress, were white. All I could do was stare at them, no words seemed good enough.

"Aren't you going to tell us how nice we look?" Brianna asked.

"I think the look on his face says it all. Happy birthday, honey." Jen put her arms around me and gave me a long, loving kiss. "You look very nice too." I was wearing a black blazer with a charcoal mock turtleneck and black pants. I'm not Adonis, but I'm in shape for a forty-year-old guy. The boys and I still get together to shoot hoops once or twice a month. My brown hair, which I keep pretty short, only has a few flecks of gray in it so far.

"Happy birthday, Caleb," Brianna said. She rubbed that sexy little body against mine and even though she was wearing high, strappy heels, still had to stretch to kiss my cheek.

Jen arranged for one of those Lincoln Navigator limos so no one had to worry about driving. The driver was a tall, handsome Hispanic guy in his late twenties and he held the door for us all as we climbed in the back. It was fun watching the girls, especially Brianna with those slits, try to get into the high vehicle without flashing the goods. The driver must have been happy he drew this assignment.

There was an hour drive downtown, but the bar in the back was more than enough to keep us busy. The back of the limo was huge and at first Jen sat snuggled up against me while Brianna sat by the bar and poured us champagne. More than once I caught a flash of her panties and the fact that she was wearing garters with those stockings. My cock was so hard it ached. It didn't help that Jen's breasts were pressed against my side and she dropped a hand into my lap.

"Someone's having a good time already," she joked. She massaged me and I pulled her tighter into my side. 

"I feel left out," Brianna pouted.

"Then come on over, Bree. Join the party."

Brianna crawled across the seat and settled on my other side, wrapping herself around me. My blood was really pumping now. She rubbed my chest and I felt her breath on my neck, but she didn't do anything more. She really had me considering going further than I wanted, but I remembered the rules and I didn't want that other guy doing anything more than watching with Jen.

"If you keep that up, Jen, I'm going to need a change of pants before we go to dinner."

"So you want me to stop?" Jen asked innocently.

"I guess if he doesn't want us paying attention to him we'll have to have fun ourselves." Brianna said. She beckoned Jen with a crooked finger and my wife climbed into my lap, facing her friend. Brianna held her face in both hands and softly kissed her. It stayed sweet for about two seconds and then I saw Jen open her mouth and accept Brianna's tongue. This wasn't going to bring my hard-on down!

They kissed a little more, just to tease me, and then we were at the restaurant. The way the driver was grinning when he let us out made me wonder if he had a way to see through the divider.

We were shown to a round booth in the back of the restaurant and again I sat between the girls. The wine never stopped flowing and I think Jen was hitting it hard to work up her courage for later, though from what I saw in the limo I didn't think she needed any help. I was treated to a huge prime rib dinner with a baked potato, while both girls had the lobster. Brianna seemed to be licking a lot of butter off her fingers and I was glad the table cloth was long. Jen checked to make sure I was enjoying the show and again she had me very close to cumming before she stopped teasing. This time, though, I didn't just sit still. She opened her legs when I slid my hand up her thigh and I felt that she was wearing garters just like Brianna. God, I love that look. My fingers traveled her bare thigh and I rubbed her through lace panties, which were already wet. When I found her clit and teased it Jen loudly dropped her silverware onto the table and hunched down in the booth, quietly moaning. She isn't ordinarily very quiet and I knew if I kept it up she wouldn't be able to control herself. Brianna was staring at her very amused and while I would have loved to do the same to that sexy little thing, I kept myself in check. I teased my wife while they waiter collected our plates and then gave her a break. The look the waiter gave me, like I was king of the world, was worth everything.

After dinner the limo was waiting for us again and I wondered where we were off to next, but the girls wouldn't give me any clues. I thought maybe a dance club or something like that. It seemed too early to be going home and the thought of watching those two rubbing against each other on the dance floor was enticing. Instead of a club, we were taken to the Westin hotel downtown. This time when the driver held the door he gave me a wink, like he wished more than anything he was me. 

We did not go up to a room, but instead the girls led me to the bar, where we sat on the corner. Jen ordered me a top shelf scotch on the rocks and they each had a cosmo. Every eye in the bar was on my companions, who were going out of their way to fawn over me. Sitting on the high stools, both of their skirts had ridden up high and with the slits on her dress everyone in the bar knew Brianna was wearing garters. 

"So what's the plan ladies?" I asked.

"We just thought we'd stop down here for a drink so you could show us off before we got to the fun part of the night." Jen said.

"I'm already having a lot of fun myself." I said.

Brianna leaned in so her lips brushed my ear and said, "Every guy in this place wants to be you right now, even the ones with their wives. That must feel pretty good." Her hand hovered right above the forbidden zone. That girl was an unbelievable tease.

"They're probably wondering how much you paid for us," Jen giggled.

"And if they can hire you when I'm done."

When we finished our drinks the girls decided that I, and everyone else in the bar, had had enough teasing and Jen pulled a key card out of her tiny purse. She took one hand and Brianna took the other and they led me to the elevator.




Double Edged Sword: Caleb's Story



There was another couple, who looked about my age, with us in the elevator and while the guy's tongue was almost hanging out of his mouth the woman he was with just looked at the girls with distaste. Somehow I think I was going to have a better night that he was.

The room was huge, with a king sized bed against one wall and a sitting area with a small couch and a coffee table by the window. In the near corner, by the bathroom, was an elevated hot tub. This was going to be a very good night! Jen led me to the couch and helped me out of my jacket and then sat on my lap. Brianna produced a bottle of champagne from the fridge and poured three glasses.

"Are you having fun so far?" Jen asked while Brianna was on the other side of the room. She was caressing the back of my neck and running her fingers through my hair, something she knows gets me going. 

"It just keeps getting better and better. You've planned everything perfectly so far." I played with the fringe on her dress and Jen giggled and then kissed me. As we kissed, she lightly rubbed my nipple through my shirt, bringing it to a hard point and I tried to do the same to her, but I couldn't feel much through the dress and whatever she was wearing underneath. Still, making out with my hot wife brought the wood I'd been sporting on and off all night right back. I was about to reach for the zipper on her dress when Brianna interrupted us.

"Don't get ahead of yourselves guys. We've got plenty of time tonight. We've got all night."

Brianna handed us reach a flute of champagne and then took Jen's hand and helped her to her feet. The girls stood in front of me, looking stunning, for a few moments, sipping their champagne, and then whispered to each other. Brianna went over and turned on a boom box that sat on top of the fridge while Jen snapped open her purse and pulled out a wad of bills folded over. She fanned out the bills and I saw they were all singles. She handed me the money and pulled the coffee table back toward the end of the bed, which left a nice space right in front of me. Brianna skipped through tracks on a CD until she came to "Let's Get It On," and then she joined Jen, saying, "Enjoy the show. It's all for you."

The girls swayed separately to the music and Brianna fixed me with a sultry gaze as she moved her hands up and down her body. Since the song was a slow groove, the girls' moves were slow and sensual. Jen followed Brianna's lead and touched herself as well, turning around and bending the show me her ass. I love my wife's ass. It's round and shapely and soft and I think it's only gotten better with age as it's grown slightly plumper. I'd seen Brianna's ass in jeans and I knew it compared favorably, but she had a tight, hard little ass. Jen turned around again and found herself in Brianna's arms. The shorter girl held my wife close and they danced together. Their lips brushed briefly, but then Brianna turned Jen around and slowly drew down her zipper. Jen was titled forward and rubbing her ass into Brianna while the girl pulled the dress away from her body. As that dress came down it just got better and better. Jen was wearing a black satin and lace bustier with lacing up the front and garters, which attached to her stockings. Skimpy panties, which barely covered anything, completed the outfit. Sometimes Jen dressed up in lingerie for me, but never anything this elaborate.  I thanked the heavens for blessing me with such a sexy wife.

Jen turned, pulled Brianna into her arms, and kissed her full on. She grabbed Brianna's ass and even lifted her dress, giving me a very nice view. This was way more passionate than the teasing in the car, like Jen really wanted her friend. Jen unfastened the halter at the back of Brianna's neck, but didn't let go of her to let it fall. They were enjoying kissing way too much to pull apart. When Brianna's dress finally dropped to the floor I saw her lingerie was identical to Jen's, just in pearl white. The bustiers pushed both girls up, but Jen had a lot more spilling out the top than her friend did. I gripped the loveseat hard because it was the only way to keep my hands to myself.

They kept dancing and rubbing against each other, gradually moving closer to me. Brianna was the first to look for a tip, planting a foot between my legs and pulling out her garter. I took one of the bills my wife had given me and slipped it under her garter, feeling the smoothness of her leg. She stayed between my legs and turned to gyrate her butt in my face. It was a nice butt and I wanted to grab it, but instead I slipped another bill into the waistband of her panties. Brianna sweetly thanked me and sat herself square in my lap, making sure to grind into my bulge, and put her arms around me, presenting her cleavage to me. "One more please," she asked and I pushed a folded bill between her breasts. Brianna kissed my check and then moved aside, still dancing, so Jen could take her place. 

Jen was more daring than her friend, but probably only because she could be. I had a sense that Brianna was enjoying teasing me, but also making an effort to hold back. Jen put her arms around me and rubbed against me, sinking down to her knees and rubbing her face against my crotch while staring up at me. When she slinked back up my body, Jen pressed her thigh into my hard-on and rubbed it vigorously while pressing her cleavage into my face. She didn't even bother going for the money. Turning around, she planted her round ass in my lap and ground down like a pro. If I didn't know any better I'd think she'd been moonlighting as a stripper. Jen didn't stop with the lap dance until my cock was ready to burst. She turned back and gave me a kiss before pulling away again.

Brianna was back and this time she had a can of whipped cream, a box of candles and a lighter. Okay, I thought, what's next? Brianna pursed her plump, ruby lips and blew me a kiss and then asked, "You don't mind if I help Jenny out of this do you?" She was playing with the laces on the front of my wife's bustier. Obviously, she'd helped Jen get into it, so she knew how to get it off quickly. First she had to unclip the garters from Jen's thigh highs, but the stockings stayed on once they were disconnected. As she removed the bustier, Brianna copped a feel, massaging both Jen's breasts and I saw her fat, ruddy nipples thicken from the attention. A dusting of freckles spills down Jen's chest and over the slopes of her breasts and Brianna seemed to be playing connect the dots as she touched her.

Leading Jen to the bed, Brianna laid her down on it and then retrieved her supplies. "We thought cake is just too cliché so tonight Jenny is going to be your birthday treat." Jen shivered and cried out when Brianna sprayed the whipped cream onto her flat stomach and then up a line between her breasts. She capped each nipple with a dollop of whipped cream and then took a candle and planted it in the mound of whipped cream on Jen's belly button. She lit it and said, "You want to come over here and blow Jenny out before she gets scalded with hot wax, unless she's into that sort of thing. I wouldn't know…yet."

I was over there like a rocket and knelt down by the side of the bed while Brianna sat up by Jen's head and stroked her hair. My wife was smiling down at me and told me to make a wish. I knew what my wish was, but unfortunately all of it wasn't going to come true tonight. I blew out the candle and then pulled it out and let Jen suck the whipped cream off of it. The whipped cream on her tummy was so tempting, so I bent down and began licking and sucking, which made my ticklish wife giggle and jiggle. But her giggles turned to moans and I saw that while I wasn't paying attention Brianna had bent down and helped herself to the whipped cream on Jen's breasts. She was licking all around Jen's nipple and then sucked it between those juicy lips. Jen bit her lip and moaned, holding the back of Brianna's head. Damn, that was so hot and I got lost in just watching. Brianna pulled back so I could watch her tongue at work and then she moved onto the whipped cream on Jen's other breast. She rapidly flicked her tongue over Jen's nipples and my wife moaned very loudly. I know just how much she likes to have her nipples teased and Brianna was doing a fine job.

Brianna licked her way down the line of whipped cream and I had to get out of the way when she reached my spot. I went back to the loveseat, knowing it was my turn to watch again, at least for now. She didn't stop at kissing and licking Jen's belly, which was still sticky, but moved down and rolled Jen's panties down as she did. Jen lifted her butt so Brianna could push the panties down past her thighs and then the sexy Filipina kissed all over Jen's exposed thighs and pussy. My wife keeps a nice, neat landing strip and Brianna kissed all around it, but did not kiss her pussy. I could tell by Jen's moans that she was getting frustrated by all the teasing and wanted some real stimulation, but Brianna, forever the tease, wasn't ready to give in yet. While I watched them I opened up my pants and pushed them down. There was no reason to hold back any longer. I was rock solid and I stroked myself while I watched the girls together.

Letting her lips brush Jen's pussy, Brianna traveled upward again and returned to focusing on her breasts, but she did move a hand to Jen's pussy. She stroked those red lips while kissing her nipples. Jen was breathing heavy and gripped the sheets with one hand while holding onto Brianna with the other. I had a perfect view as Brianna spread Jen open and teased her, finding her clit and rubbing it. Jen cried out and jerked her hips, pushing at Brianna. She pinched and rolled Jen's clit, but not too hard, as Jen didn't like it rough. It seemed that she knew just what to do to my wife. Brianna dug two fingers into Jen's pussy while rubbing the heel of her palm against her clit and my wife went crazy. 

"God, yes!" Jen cried. "Oh God, please don't stop! That's sooo good."

Brianna kissed her, but it was hard with Jen's constant moans and she went back to kissing her breasts and nipples. Jen pumped her hips at Brianna's slim fingers and the girl fingered her harder and faster. Jen's cries reached a fever pitch and I knew what it looked like when my wife came. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing as I watched Jen cumming I came myself, making a sticky mess on the floor in front of me.

Jen pushed herself up from the bed and although she looked in my direction she wasn't looking at me. Did she even remember I was there? She grabbed Brianna and pulled her down on the bed, rolling on top of her. This time I had to move to get a good look at what was going on. Their tongues were dueling in and out of their mouths and Jen pressed her hand to Brianna's black panties. The girl spread her legs and pushed back while still grabbing for Jen. Jen worked her hand into Brianna's panties and must have found the right spot because the girl arched off the bed and clutched at Jen. Jen was also trying to pull the bustier down, but Brianna had to help with that and together they got it to the point that Brianna's breasts were squished out the top. It didn't look comfortable, but she didn't seem to mind. Brianna's right nipple was pierced and Jen looped the ring with the tip of her tongue and tugged on it.

"Oooo baby, pull it, Jenny," Brianna cried. She reached down and pressed her hand over Jen's, seeming to make Jen rub her pussy even harder. Even though I'd just cum, I could feel my cock throbbing to life once again as I watched them get it on. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Jenny! Ohhhh yeeaaahhh! Jennyyyyy!" She screamed, almost loud enough to rattle the windows.

"You girls are fucking awesome!" I told them as they rolled around on the bed. "This is the best birthday ever!

"It feels like it's my birthday too." Brianna joked while tracing circles on Jen's breast with her red painted fingernails. "How are you holding up there? Do you need Jenny back, or can I play with her a little longer?"

I desperately wanted to fuck my wife, but I also wanted to keep watching them. I was even hoping to help Brianna play with Jen. As long as I didn't touch Brianna I could keep within the boundaries I'd set for myself. "You guys take all the time you need. I'm just enjoying myself watching for now."

"How about you fill the hot tub and we all take a soak. I think the three of us will fit." Jen said while kissing Brianna's shoulder.

"My pleasure." I said.

While I filled the hot tub, Jen helped Brianna out of her lingerie and stripped down the rest of the way herself. The two nude girls came to stand on either side of me and while Brianna helped me off with my shirt, Jen knelt down in front of me and shed my pants. Once I was nude, Jen grasped my cock and licked it up and down like it was the sweetest lollypop. She's always been great with her mouth and tonight was no exception. Brianna sat on the side of the hot tub and watched us, spreading her legs wide and touching her pussy, which I knew she was doing for me. I watched her and enjoyed my wife going down on me. Once Jen had my cock nice and wet she popped it into her mouth and sucked it thoroughly, deep-throating me and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked me. Damn it felt good and watching Brianna play with herself I almost shot my load down Jen's throat, but I didn't want to cum again yet and so I stopped Jen.

"That was great, honey," I said.

"I'm glad you liked it, but why did you stop me? I wanted to make you feel good."

"You're already doing that."

"Come here, Jenny," Brianna said and then kissed my wife. She told me, "If I can't share at least I can get a taste this way."

The hot tub designed for two was a tight fit for three, but I know I wasn't complaining. I had Jen on one side and Brianna on the other side. Jen was half on my lap and Brianna was pressed very closely to me. Brianna's nipples kept grazing my arm and somehow I didn't think that was an accident. We spent time in the hot tub drinking champagne and chatting while I touched Jen and she touched me and Brianna alternated between touching herself and my wife. Of course to get at Jen she had to lean across me, pressing her naked body to mine. While Jen and I were kissing, Brianna was bent across me kissing and sucking on my wife's right breast. Under the water we were tangle of limbs as Brianna reached into Jen's lap and Jen had a firm grasp on my cock. At that point I actually had arms around both girls. 

Jen shifted and ended up between Brianna and me. She leaned back so that Brianna and I had unfettered access to her chest and side-by-side we kissed and sucked on Jen's breasts. She was running her fingers through my hair and she'd half pulled out Brianna's hair so that it tumbled sloppily around her face, making her look even sexier. Jen was going crazy from all the attention, moaning both our names and leaning her head back. Brianna and I also teased her pussy together. While Brianna flicked her clit with her long fingernails, I had two fingers slowly moving in and out of Jen's sex.

"Oh God guys, you're too much! Mmmmm, God yes! Mmmm…"

Playing with Jen with Brianna was the hottest part of the night for me so far as I love seeing my wife get off. I knew two mouths teasing her at once had to be overwhelming. Brianna pulled back and was urging Jen to sit up on the side of the hot tub and once Jen moved, Brianna buried her face right between Jen's legs. I could only see the back of the girl's head, but I heard slurping and licking and the look on Jen's face told me all I needed to know. With her whole chest to myself I attacked mercilessly and after just a couple minutes Jen had another screaming orgasm. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her.

I was shocked when Brianna grabbed me and kissed her full on the mouth. Her tongue shot into my mouth and I couldn't help kissing her back. I tasted Jen's pussy on her and I thought that was why she had to be doing it. Brianna was an amazing kisser and soon I wasn't thinking about rules very much. She pressed her body to mine and I felt her sex rubbing against my rock hard cock and I grabbed her tight little ass. She didn't try to put me inside her, but she sure had me wishing she would.

Jen interrupted and Brianna kissed her briefly before passing me back to my wife. Jen plastered herself against me as Brianna had and we made out while the other girl stayed at our side and caressed the both of us, even kissing the side of my neck. We'd all had a few glasses of champagne and no one seemed to mind that the rules breaking down a little bit. Jen held my cock and rubbed it against her pussy, whispering, "You want to fuck me, don't you Caleb?" I breathed, "Yes," to her, but she still kept teasing me, splitting her pussylips with my head and rubbing her clit. 

"You'd like to fuck me too, wouldn't you?" Brianna whispered, biting my earlobe. I didn't see any harm in admitting it and nodded. I felt her hand close over my cock too and my blood began to boil. Brianna took control, holding my cock and teasing Jen's pussy with it, teasing both of us. "You're so fucking hard, I can feel how bad you want it. And Jenny's soaking, she needs your cock inside her. Let's go over to the bed."

Neither of us was in the mood to argue, so Brianna led us to the bed, holding Jen's hand and my cock, and told me to lie down. Jen climbed on top of me, but it was Brianna holding my cock and putting inside her. Jen sank onto me and ground down while Brianna rubbed her clit, causing Jen to buck on my shaft. Jen's eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip, but it didn't stop her from crying out. Brianna looked very pleased with herself. She massaged Jen's breasts while my wife moved on top of me, pulling up until I almost slipped out of her and then slamming back down onto me. The bed creaked under us and Jen rode me faster and harder while Brianna never ceased sucking on her nipples and teasing her clit.

"Oh God, please don't stop! Oh please!" Jen begged. "God yesss! Yesss!" Jen was fucking like a woman possessed and I don't think I've ever quite seen her like that before. It felt fantastic inside her and I had to try not to cum because I wanted this to keep going. Watching Brianna tease Jen while she rode me was like starring in my own porn movie. I was doing my fair share of moaning too and calling out Jen's name, urging her to fuck me. Those big, firm breasts of hers bounced up and down wildly while she rode me, only fettered by Brianna's mouth on them. 

Fingernails tickled my balls and I knew it wasn't Jen's hand. Brianna massaged both my balls I couldn't believe she'd gone there. Damn, it was incredible and I felt all my resolve melting away.

"That feel good?" Brianna asked. I nodded and moaned, "Yeah." Brianna licked my nipple and went on. "Jenny's pussy is so good, isn't it? She's fucking you good and hard." I nodded again and Brianna kissed me, tongue dueling mine. She kept one hand on Jen's clit and the other on my balls and both of us came to screaming orgasms. Jen kept riding hard as I came inside her and her pussy gushed around me, soaking us both. Brianna didn't let go until we couldn't continue. Jen lay in my arms and Brianna lay along the other side, pressed against me.

My eyes were closed and I felt one of them playing with my cock. I think part of me didn't want to know who, so I kept my eyes shut. I was sticky and slimy with Jen's juices, which made it easy to stroke me. A mouth covered me and for a second I thought it was Brianna pushing things further, but then the sexy Filipina was whispering to me.

"Can you go again, sexy? Do you have it in you?"

"I don't know." I gasped. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had three erections in one night, but if it was going to happen, tonight was the night. Those girls were like living Viagra. I felt some stirrings in Jen's mouth, but stayed soft.




Double Edged Sword: Caleb's Story



"I bet you can. I bet we can get you going again." Brianna was stroking my hair and kissing the side of my neck. "I'd love to see you get hard again, but I'm jealous. I want to feel you. You want to feel me too, don't you?"

I nodded and felt my cock gain more life.

"I know you want to fuck me, Caleb. I know Jenny wouldn't mind. Would you like to fuck me from behind? I bet you would. I can see you like that idea. Come on, baby, get it hard for us again. Maybe Jen needs help?"

"Maybe," I breathed, nothing thinking about anything but her hard little body against mine.

Brianna took that as an invitation and slipped down beside Jen. While Jen bobbed up and down Brianna got lower and sucked on my balls. That opened my eyes. You have no idea what's it's like to look down and see two beautiful women going down on you. You'd lose your mind too. Jen gave Brianna room and both girls licked their way up my shaft, their tongues meeting and dueling over the head. They both kissed my cock and then Brianna deep throated me and Jen sucked on my balls. Needless to say I was rock hard in no time.

Slithering up my body, Brianna lay on top of me and asked, "Do you want to fuck me? Tell the truth, Caleb."

I looked at Jen, but she was no help. Her eyes were hooded with lust and I think she would have said yes to anything. "I want to," I whimpered.

"I know you want to." Brianna said, rubbing her sex on my shaft. God, I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed my name.

Jen lay beside me, kissing me when Brianna wasn't. She was still playing with me, rubbing my balls, while Brianna's soaked pussy slid against me. "Want do you want, honey?" Jen asked. I searched her face and saw no jealousy there. "Tonight's your night."

"Caleb," Brianna whimpered and kissed me, her hair tumbling around my face. Someone, maybe Jen, grabbed my cock, put me in position, and I thrust up, burying my cock in Brianna. She gripped me hard and held me inside her. God, she was like a vice around me. She was jerking me off just using her pussy. I'd never felt anything like it. I grabbed her ass and moved her up and down on me, but she didn't release her hold. Soon she was bouncing up and down on me and I heard us squishing together.

"Fuck me from behind, baby," Brianna begged and jumped off me. She spun around and rested on her forearms with her ass jutting in the air. It was so inviting. I jumped up and buried myself in her again. I held onto her narrow hips and slammed into her as hard as I could. Brianna was looking back of her shoulder, pleading, "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Ooooo yeeahhhh!" She sounded a lot like a porn star.

Jen was watching us and playing with herself. She had two fingers busy in her pussy, moving them almost as fast as I was fucking her friend.

My balls was slapping Brianna's thighs and if I hadn't cum twice already I would have cum in two seconds from her tight pussy, but now I could hold out and I planned on working Brianna hard. I didn't know what she was used to, but I wanted to show her a good time. 

"Smack my ass! Smack it hard!" Brianna cooed. Sure, I could do that. I whack her ass hard and she cried out. I spanked her again and again and every time I did it I felt her pussy tighten around me.  "Oooooo yeeeaaa! Ooooo yeeeaaa! Fuck me, fuck me Caleb!"

I was getting into it. "Fuck, yeah!" I told her. "Fuck you hard!"

"Yeeaaaa…fuck meeeee…fuck…yeeaaaaaa…make me cuuummmm!!!" 

Brianna noticeably stiffened and her pussy really locked down on me. If she was cumming, I didn't stop, but only fucked her harder. Brianna rode that wave and then in a couple minutes she seemed to cum again. Once I was satisfied she'd cum twice, I pulled out and turned to Jen, ordering, "Come here."

Jen got up on all-fours and my wet cock slipped right into her. Yeah, I loved my wife's round ass. It jiggled and shook nicely as I plowed into her from behind. I was able to get two meaty handfuls as I pulled her back into me and Jen was screaming, telling me to fuck her harder. That sweet ass was a blur as she pushed back to me and when we came, we came together. Jen held me inside and ground against me as I unloaded.

When I was done fucking Jen I was well and truly drained. Jen seemed exhausted too and rolled into my arms. We kept our hot, sweaty bodies together and basked in the afterglow of what had happened tonight. I was so out of it that I never noticed Brianna get out of the bed, but then I heard the shower running.

Brianna came out of the bathroom naked as the day she was born and pulled on a pair of jeans. She stood topless and brushed her wet hair out before pulling it into a ponytail and putting on a red top. Her stuff was already packed in a bag and she crawled onto the bed with us before leaving. First she slowly kissed Jen and then kissed me, with lots of tongue.

"Tonight was amazing guys. I hope you had a great birthday Caleb."

"It was one to remember, that's for sure."

"I'll touch base with you later, Jenny. You guys have a good night."

I don't think she was gone five minutes before we were sound asleep. In the morning we made love until it came time to check out and a car service took us back to the house.

In the cold light of day I realized what I'd done. The deal with Brianna was that anything I did with her Jen would have to do with Frankie when the time came. Would she really hold us to it? I mean, I didn't think Brianna would force Jen to fuck her boyfriend, would she? I couldn't imagine my wife being with another man. I'd had to get used to the idea of her being naked in front of this Frankie, but now there was the possibility it was going to go much further than that. Jen and I had a lot of talking to do and it was a conversation I dreaded.

To be continued…



Double Elimination



Disclaimer: The writings here are total fiction; the characters and events have no basis in persons living or dead. This story is intended for those over 18 years of age, and contains subject matter of an adult nature. (Smoking fetish, light bdsm)

Double Elimination

I am naked except for a leather mask. My wrists, ankles, knees and elbows are strapped to a St Andrews cross. My movement is very limited. And yes, I am here because I want to be. Across the room is Karen. She is just finishing touching up her makeup and lipstick. Karen is 25 years old, about 5'5" and 120 lbs. Blonde hair down to her shoulders, and is gorgeous. Her movements reflect her years spent as a stripper. With her makeup finished she reaches for a cigarette. I watch her as she brings her BIC to flame, and touches it to the end of the Virginia Slim. A quick inhale and a slow exhale.

"Are you ready to begin?" I quickly nod my head to the affirmative; a ball gag keeps me quiet. She smiles coyly and approaches. I hear the squeaking sound of the black vinyl corset she has on. Black hose, spike heels, and a small tattoo complete the outfit. My erection begins to grow. Karen is close to me now, smiling, taking a drag from her cigarette. Slow exhale.

CLICK......iiieeeeeeeeeeeee. The sound of the camera shutter, flash, and the unit's batteries recharging for the next shot.

" I see my worries about you being able to perform in this condition were needless. Hmmmm. Looks like you are going to be just fine. For an old man that is..." Karen smiles, takes another drag and exhales up towards the ceiling. She is now just inches from my chest, looking up at me, and lowering her left hand. With a few quick strokes, my penis is now rock hard. CLICK......iiieeeeeeeee. Karen smiles at me, glances to the right to confirm the green light is on and takes another drag on her Slim. Smiling, she lowers herself as she kisses her way down my chest. CLICK......iiieeeeee.

Karen reaches the level of my erection, and smiling, takes my penis into her mouth, very gently. Her tongue does a quick lap around the engorged head, wetting it well. Now another drag, quick inhale, and my cock is back into her soft mouth...Smoke comes from her nose and around the penis. CLICK....iiieeeee. Another inhale, another exhale, and methodical insertion into her soft mouth. CLICK....iiieeeee.

Now begins the hardest part of my job. Not to cum. I must think of something else...but what....her mouth is so exquisite. Her long fingernails tugging at my balls are shear perfection. Must think of something else.......

Tri City Nine Ball tournament last April. I was shooting good pool. I had won the first three matches and was working my way up the left side of the card. I had my $50. Fee back, one more win and I was in the money rounds. As I glanced at the right side of the card (first round losers brackets) I recognized several of my fellow league shooters. I seemed to be the one with the most success today. Even with the "Double Elimination" scoring, chances of a payout seemed good.

"Attention double A. Round four coming up. On table twelve we have Misters Stevens and Jackson. Table nine, Misters Rudy and Beckfield and on table five we have Misters Webber and Smith.

"Hi, Ron Webber good luck." 

"Steve Smith, same to you." We shook hands, and lagged for the first break. Steve took the lag, and I racked the balls. Steve had an impressive break shot. Side of the kitchen, and all the power of a pro. I played him well, and we went back and forth winning and losing. I ran out of games. In the race to seven, I came up a game short. We shook hands; I complemented him on his game. After putting my cues away, and with case in hand I retired to the bar for a cold one. About half way through my Bud Lite, Steve ambled into the bar, and took the stool next to mine.

" I drew Rudy in the next round, what does the right side look like for you?"

Steve Smith was tall, about 6'3" and maybe 200lbs soaking wet. Being about 35 years old would be my guess, and about 20 years my junior. Dark brown hair, neatly trimmed mustache, and a bright smile. Things that I had not noticed during our match, as I always play the rack, not the opponent. "I haven't checked it yet, thought I would grab a cold one first. I should have an hour at least before I play again. Can I buy you a beer?"

"Diet Coke please. Beer doesn't do anything for my game."

We chatted on about pool for about 40 minutes. Steve's father and mother owned a bar in Midland. Steve grew up around pool tables, and until recently, the bar had seven on which he could practice. Steve worked in the bar part time going to school. After he finished college with a degree in business, he went into the bar business with his folks full time. Economics had dictated that the pool tables be replaced first with a dance floor, and when that didn't fill the house, they built a stage for live bands, and eventually strip artists. The strip artists made the business a success, however, Steve managed to keep a small area just for the pool shooters. We hit it off well, and since I enjoyed his company, and his nine-ball ability, we set a date to shoot some pool at his club.

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CLICK....iiieeeeeeeeee.

Karen was now deep throating me. Oh God. Her feel, her gentle sucking. Her mouth made a slight pop as she pulled back.

" I need a fresh cigarette. Can I bring you something? Oh, sorry, forgot you can't talk too well with the ball gag. I'll just be a moment. And bye the way, you taste pretty good for an old guy."

"Mmmmmph......" I nodded. I was fine, and a short break was very necessary for my self-control. I think Karen could sense where I was at, and out of friendship, was going to spare me. For a while anyway.

With her freshened lipstick, and newly lit Virginia Slim, Karen returned to survey her captive. " You have some small beads of sweat around your neck. Very sexy I might add." Bringing her red nails gently across my neck, and down my chest she glanced into my eyes, I could detect arousal within her too. Maybe this scene was affecting her? Karen broke off the eye contact with a wink, and resumed her position on her knees. Now resting her right hand on my left hip, her cigarette at a right angle to and in between her first two fingers, she reinserted my still hard cock back into her mouth. Her left hand went back to massaging my balls.... Oh God. Here it goes again.....Think...think....

CLICK.....iiieeeeeeeeeeee

Steve's club was nice. Not too busy at 3:10 pm, but Steve told me the best time to come in was between 3 and 4 when his evening bartender was there to take over for him, allowing him some time to shoot pool. I shot well. We ran perhaps 25 racks of 9-ball, and although we weren't keeping score, I won 19. Afterwards we took a booth at the far end of the bar, and away from the stage. Steve made a motion to the guy behind the bar, and momentarily a very scantily clad dancer brought us two Bud Lites and a tall glass of ice water.

"Ron this is Karen, Karen this is Ron Webber." With the introduction, Karen set the beers in front of both Steve and I, and slid into the booth next to me with the ice water.

"Nice to meet you." Karen was a "looker" all right. Blonde hair, green eyes and a wonderfully proportioned body. My guess would be 25 years old. If I were just a quarter century younger. 

"I watched you two shooting pool and you seem to be pretty good."

"Steve edged me out a couple of weeks ago, but today I put up a better fight."

Little did I know that I was looking into those deep green eyes that would later hold me captive.

The conversation progressed politely for many minutes about the bar business, pool, and life in general. Karen admitted to being relationship impaired and the lack of opportunities to meet men while working strange hours in a strip joint. I was impressed by her ease and intelligence. Steve excused himself to tend to some business, Karen moved to the other side of the table, and reaching down into her waist apron, pulled out a package of Virginia Slims and a lighter. 

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

"No, go right ahead. Were you waiting for the boss to leave before you had a cigarette?"

"Nah, Steven encourages it while we are visiting with the men. Seems many men get off on seeing women smoke, for some reason. Most all of us smoke at least while working."

"I spend some time on the Internet, and there are several web sites devoted just to women smoking. Smoking Fetish web sites are what they call themselves. Some are very well done. Let me have your email address and I will send you the URL for some of my favorites." I shot her a quick smile. Karen smiled back. "I don't have a home computer, and I must confess, I just never have gotten interested in them." 

Bar business was beginning to pick up and Karen was ready to get back to work. Before leaving the booth, we exchanged phone numbers, and I offered to make her somewhat computer literate. Before the week had passed, a time was set for her to visit my house and learn a little bit about computers.

CLICK......iiieeeeeeeeee

A most inopportune bite on my foreskin brought me back front and center.

"OMMMphhhhhhhhh"

Sleeeshhhhh pop...Sorry"

"Onnnnnnnmmph...KNNNN" I had better get back to thinking.

I was doing some bill paying in the front study, a monthly task I hated, and however, living by myself meant cooking cleaning and bill paying. I heard a car on the gravel driveway, and with out looking I reached over and pushed the button on my computer. After serving Karen a cup of coffee, I proceeded to show her the basics. I took her to a smoking site, explained how the "links" worked and offered her the big leather chair and let her drive. She took off like a shot, and after a few minutes of looking over her shoulders, and smelling her shampoo, I was back finishing off my paper work.

"How much money do you suppose these models make?"

"There seems to be a bunch of em, so I imagine it pays pretty well."

"How do the photos get to the web sites?"

"That's easy. You take a digital camera, shoot the photos, down load the camera into the computer, then submit them to the web master which is usually mentioned somewhere on the homepage." The wheels were turning in her pretty head. I could almost see dollar signs in her eyes.

"Do you have a digital camera?"

"Yep" 

And a star was born. Karen went out to her car to get a couple of her costumes and her makeup case while I got out the camera and a fresh cartridge. We shot some photos around my fireplace, leather sofa, back porch and sun deck. Karen tried three different outfits. During each pose, she had a cigarette and imitated what the other women were doing on their shoots. In less than two hours, we had a dozen or so winners, and while Karen had to dash off to work, I spent the evening on the computer using photo software to fine-tune the shots. After completing them, I attached them to an email and sent them off to five of the web masters that Karen had picked out. I used my email as a return as Karen didn't have one, and her home address for the necessary release forms that would be coming should they be accepted for the web site. Just sit back and wait.

Eight days went by, during which Karen would check with me about every other day but no bites until. "Howdy partner.... Guess what?"

"Hi Karen, you sexy thing you. Did you get a bite?"

"Not just one bite, but two. I got releases and checks for $500. and $350. And get this; they want me to do another layout. This time a little more customized. And I need you to help again." Karen giggled as if she were almost giddy.

"Have camera, will travel" I doubted she was old enough to get the reference.

"Two things, I need you to have an open mind, and does you camera have an automatic timer and would you by chance know where we can borrow a thing called a Saint Andrews Cross."

CLICK....iiieeeeeeeeeee

Slluuurrrp pop.

Beep Beep Beep

Karen paused, and glanced to the right. I couldn't tell if she was smiling or not. She kissed her way up to a standing position, and pressed herself in real close to me.

With a whisper "The red light is on the camera, are we out of pictures?"

"Mmmmmm Mmmmmm"

" Good timing.... I have a little bit of this cigarette left, and I don't want any witnesses for this part." With her half spent Virginia Slim in her right hand holding my cheek, she nuzzled her face into my neck. Her left hand went back to my swollen cock. Standing to her tiptoes, and with one smooth motion, she inserted me into her very wet mound. It didn't take long before Karen had finished herself, her cigarette and thankfully, me.

The End

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Double Ended Dildo Day



We'd been planning it for a week. Filthy text messages were exchanged, cable-ties acquired, alcoholic drinks imbibed, sex shops perused. We knew we were gonna be filthy rude, so when we saw the double-ended dildo, we knew we had to have it. It was a translucent electric blue, around sixty centimetres long and as thick as my cock.

The bus journey home was amazing. Her anticipation was obvious as i slid my hand up her skirt and over her pussy. I've never known a woman get so wet when she's aroused. I slid my fingers along the length of her and pushed two fingers deep inside. She squirmed and wriggled down into her seat, forcing my hand further into her hot wetness. He hand rubbed me through my trousers as she watched me lick her stickiness from my fingers.

Within minutes of arriving home she was naked but for her white French knickers. Her red hair tumbled across her freckled shoulders, her lips were parted in anticipation. Her beautiful breasts were exposed, light pink nipples hardening under my gaze. She climbed onto the bed, her weight on her knees as she bent over slowly. Her perfect round arse was in the air, the stain of her wetness radiating out from the crotch.

I grabbed her hands roughly, pulling her arms behind her back. Her upper body was supported by her shoulders as i pinned her wrists in the small of her back. I fastened them with a cable-tie, pulling it tight enough to dent her skin. She gasped.

She was exactly where i wanted. She looked so fucking hot. My cock was straining at my jeans as is struggled to unbutton them. As they dropped to the floor my dick sprang free. I tugged my t-shirt over my head and stood naked in front of her. For a while i stood and watched, then took two steps closer to the bed. Her eyes had that glazed look she got when she was anticipating something rude. 

I planted my hand at the base of my shaft and shoved it towards her face. She opened her mouth and i pushed the end past her willing lips. Her tongue danced over it, licking greedily at the smooth tip. Her movement was restricted, and as hungrily as she lapped at my penis, she couldn't get any more of it into her mouth. I pulled it out and rubbed it over her face, leaving wet trails of her own saliva on her nose, chin and cheeks. I slapped her face gently with my swollen cock, enjoying the small moans she emitted with each blow. I dragged myself across her lips again and her tongue darted from her mouth and across me.

I moved around her and knelt behind her on the bed. Roughly i hooked a couple of fingers into her knickers and pulled them over her glorious bottom. I left them halfway down her thighs as i stared at her. A long rope of sticky wetness dripped from her pussy down to her pants where it pooled in the crotch. She shifted her position slightly, spreading her milk-white thighs further apart, exposing more of her wetness and giving me a first glimpse of her pink anus.

My hands roamed over the pink globes of her ass, lightly stroking her skin. My thumb moved to her swollen red lips and dipped inside. She instantly tried to move backwards, but my slippery thumb was quickly moved backwards out of her reach. Instead, i touched my wet thumb-tip to her cute, tight ass, massaging her own fluid into her dry hole. As my thumb made wet circles of her anus, my other hand moved to her wet cunt, cupping it as she strained backwards to make me touch her harder. My slick fingers spread her open and she squealed with excitement.

I withdrew my hand completely and gave her ass a short, hard slap. Immediately a red hand mark spread across her pale buttock. I slapped again in exactly the same place. A third stinging right hand followed. With each blow she sucked her breath deeply through her teeth and exhaled slowly as she said the words, 'Oh fuck'.

I wrapped my left hand in her long hair, twisting it around to jerk her head back. Her throat was exposed and a bead of blood had formed on her lower lip where she had bitten it. I brought my right hand down in a wide arc, spanking her across the top of her right thigh, then the left. Repeatedly i delivered blows to her legs and her arse until the whole area was red and tingling.

I let go of her hair and watched as her face fell back to the bed. She gathered a corner of the sheet in her teeth and bit on it as she wondered what i would do to her next. With one hand on each of her buttocks, i pulled her apart. I dipped my mouth to her and trailed my lips across the smooth skin of her ass. My hot breath and gentle kisses smothered her peach of an ass until my mouth fell beween the gap where her tightest hole waited for my tongue. Making it into a point i teased the sensitive skin of her anus, licking, probing and teasing her. My hands crept around her ass until i was able to shove my fingers into her wet cunt. They slid in easily and i firmly started to finger fuck her. I pumped and twisted three fingers deep inside her, kissing and tonguing her arse the whole time.

I pulled my soaked fingers from here and wiped her wetness down the backs of her thighs. I reached behind me for the long rubber dildo. I rubbed the end over her sticky cunt, sliding her wetness all over her ass and then her legs. I pushed the end into her mouth, forcing her to suck her own juices from it. She slurped it clean, gasping and moaning as i fed it into her mouth. Her lips stretched around it and she sucked it like she was giving it a blow-job. I pulled it from her mouth and rubbed it around her face, into her eyes, all over her forehead, chin and neck. 

I moved behind her, striking her ass with the heavy dildo, landing a blow between her legs, swinging it at her pussy and then slowly sliding it into her, inch by inch. I pushed the rubber cock six inches into her, then slid it further inside. I watched as her pussy stretched around it and listened to her telling me how much she was fucking loving it. The dildo was disappearing into her and i'd never seen anything look so erotic. I pulled it out quickly, taking just enough time to look at her wetness smeared all over it before i slammed it back into her, pushing her forward on the bed. I fucked her in long, hard, deep thrusts, ploughing the dildo in and out of her as she gasped and moaned, begging me to use my cock on her.

I pulled it from her, positioned myself behind her and rested my swollen head just inside her entrance. She writhed and tried to push herself back onto me. I pushed in the opposite direction and watched as my veined penis was engulfed by her red-hot cunt. She milked my cock with her muscles as i pushed myself into her to the hilt. I started to fuck her, pulling my cock clear of her before slamming it back in, my balls bouncing off her clit as i fucked her from behind. Each thrust of my hips caused her arse to shake and shudder. With one hand i held her bound wrists, helping to pull myself deeper inside with the extra leverage. My other hand reached underneath her to touch her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard.

I pulled my cock from her and pressed the dildo back into her, feeling it slide more easily into her this time. I was soaked with her juices and moved my cock to her mouth, leaving the rubber toy sticking out of her. She licked the head, tasting herself. She sucked me further into her and i shoved myself until the tip of my penis touched the back of her throat. She looked me directly in the eye as her lips moved over the base of my stiff shaft. 

I pulled the toy out of her and pressed the slimy tip to her anus, watching carefully as it stretched around it. The rounded end of the dildo disappeared into her tightest hole and she moaned out loud. Using her own wetness as a lubricant the smooth shaft of the rubber dick was eased slowly but surely into her back passage. When there were five inches buried inside her i started to fuck her in slow stroked. The dildo never left her ass entirely, but the bulbous head came close to popping out. Each time, however, i eased it back inside her. With my other hand i reached underneath her and rubbed her clit, massaging it between my thumb and forefinger. Her wetness was running out of her and over my hand. I pushed my thumb right into her soaked cunt. I could feel the toy through her thin wall and it gave me an idea.

With the dildo buried in her ass, the other end was hanging out of her in a lazy arc. I grabbed the loose end and made the toy into a rough loop, pushing the other end to her pink pussy lips. I pushed it past them and filled her with her new toy. She looked so fucking filthy with her ass in the air and a u-shaped plug deep inside her. She was practically crying with pleasure as i took hold of the exposed part of the toy and started to fuck her with it. I pushed hard and pulled gently, grinding it into her tight holes whilst carefully ensuring that it never left her. I fucked her like that until she came hard, her whole body shaking as she whimpered and fell face first onto the bed. 

Lying flat one her stomach with one end of the sex toy still in her pussy, i positioned my cock at her ass. She grunted as i slid it easily into her, the tight smooth walls of her ass loosened by the dildo. I could feel it through the wall separating her two holes and it made my dick throb to think of her being filled up like that. I began to pump my cock in and out of her tight ass, pulling her hair and biting her shoulders as i fucked her.

We rolled onto our sides and she drew her legs up to her chest. Her ass stuck out further now and it was easier for me to fit my entire dick deep inside her. The top of my thigh kept banging into the length of dildo which was protruding from her pussy. Her wetness was running down her legs. My fingers rubbed her clit furiously as my other hand gagged her whimpering mouth. I fucked my helpless girlfriend in even, languid strokes, pulling myself out and easing myself back in, all the time strumming her swollen clitoris. When i felt her body begin to tense for the umpteenth time i slammed my cock hard into her. My balls twitched and spasmed as i emptied my hot spunk deep inside her ass, grunting as we came together loudly.

I held her for ages, our juices mingled together as we kissed and stroked each other, amazed at how good we were together -- and already planning our next epic session.



Double Entendre



Kari Bates is an attractive 36-year-old mother of two. She's no supermodel, but she has the look of that good looking school teacher that most boys had a crush on during their school years.

She stands 5'6" with a slender 34-B-24-24 body. Brown hair, parted in the middle and hanging almost to her shoulders. Bright blue eyes hidden behind her thin rectangular framed glasses and an ever-present smile.

Kari is a very conservative and modest woman. Her husband, Scotty, is the only man she had ever been with. They met in high school and Kari, holding on to her strict religious upbringing, kept her virginity until their wedding night.

They made a cute couple. Scotty was a good looking man, though a short one: barely taller than his wife. The two were active in their local church and Kari worked as a stay home mom.

Even her clothing was modest. Kari never dressed in anything revealing. Her B-cup breast were always well covered and it was rare to see her in shorts or anything else that exposed too much flesh.

She was also on the naïve side. Her oldest child, a freshman in high school, often chided her mother for not thinking about what she said. Kari often said things without realizing that her words could sometimes be taken out of context, causing Kari's daughter some embarrassment at times. She had told her mom that some of her statements could be taken sexually. Kari had been embarrassed by this, but still never thought much about it.

Today Kari was home alone while her husband was at work and the kids at school. Her husband had arranged for some contractors to do some work around the house. They had begun the day before but had to finish the work today.

It was late May and the weather was turning hot. Kari, as was her nature, felt a desire to offer the men something cool to drink and be of help in any other manner that she could.

She went outside, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, to offer the men cold water or anything else. Had her daughter been home Kari would have be warned of her absent minded wording. But she was alone and, true to form, said all the wrong things.

"Boy, don't you guys look hot." She said to the four men working outside. 

She made some small talk, offered them drinks and then said, "If there is anything I can do for you guys just ask." She had told them. Followed with "I'm serious, just ask and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better today. But I have to insist on at least two of you at a time. I can't have just one of you with me."

Kari went inside thinking nothing of her conversation. She had simply offered refreshments, a cool place to rest and informed them that she couldn't be alone with only one of them so that the neighbor's wouldn't think anything funny was going on if they saw a lone man go inside with her.

To the four men working outside Kari's words had a completely different meaning.

Ricky, the oldest of the men, watched Kari as she walked inside. He was six foot tall and muscular. Well tanned already from working outside. "Boys, I think she wants a gangbang."

"That is one horny housewife." Don replied, shaking his prematurely balding head. Don was slightly taller than Ricky and more rugged looking.

Juan, the youngest at 19, wasn't so sure. "You don't really think she wants to have sex, do you?"

"Sure the fuck sounds like it to me." Antoine, the 21-year old tall, muscular black man with the clean shaved head and full beard added. 

"Well we're almost finished here," Ricky said. "And she has me too fucking turned on to ignore her. Let's finish and go inside and take her up on her offer."

The men busted ass to finish the job in the next half hour. Then went to the door and knocked.

Kari answered the door, finding the four sweaty men asking to come inside to cool off. She let them come inside and poured them all glasses of water.

The men drank the water in the kitchen, and then Ricky said, "Are you serious about making us feel better?"

Kari smiled. "If I can I will." 

"Well that pussy would sure make me feel better." He replied.

Kari's mouth dropped open. She didn't know how to respond to Ricky's rude comment. Then she felt Don's hands reach around her from behind to grope her tits.

"What do you think you're doing?" She blurted out as she pushed Don's hands away.

"Come on, girl. You obviously want us to fuck you." Don said, grabbing her and pulling her tight against him."

"No I don't!" She protested.

"You're not going to get us all hard and horny and back out of this now." Ricky said. "Let's strip her."

Kari screamed as the four men grabbed her and began forcibly removing her clothes. She wrestled against them, but soon found her body bare and pushed onto her back on the kitchen counter.

"Please stop!" She yelled as the men began groping her bare breast and fingering her pussy.

Kari was in a panic. She knew that she was at the mercy of these men and was fully aware of what they wanted. Kari would have to admit that she had fantasized about having sex with more than one man at a time. But she would have never willingly done so.

The men took turns stripping while the other three continued molesting the struggling housewife. Soon Kari saw all four of them naked around her. Each of the dicks hard in anticipation of being thrust into her body.

Kari could not help but to observe that all four men were more endowed than her husband.

Kari had no regrets with her husband's size. She knew that his five inches was just below the average, but he had always satisfied her with it. But all four of these men were larger. Two of them, Antoine and Ricky, were both a good three or four inches larger.

"Suck my cock." Antoine said as he grabbed her head and pulled it back over the counter.

Kari resisted as the black piece of meat was thrust into her face. She did not want to do this but soon found her mouth open and lips wrapping around his pole.

Ricky was pulling her legs apart on the other side of the counter and she could feel his long, thick cock pressing between her legs.

She tried to protest but could not make anything more than grunts as Antoine fucked her face.

She cried out in rage as Ricky thrust his pole deep inside her pussy. She realized at once that he filled her more than her husband ever had.

Now Kari was being pounded by two strange men at the same time. She had gone the better part of a year before allowing her husband to get this far on their wedding night and now here she was trapped between two men who were forcing her to have sex in her own kitchen.

"Oh fuck." She heard Antoine say just before she felt her mouth filling with his cum. She was surprised with how quickly the black man had climaxed and was not expecting this. She gagged at first and began gulping down his warm salty seed, realizing that she had not permitted her husband to cum in her mouth for a few years now.

Antoine shoved his cock deep into her throat as he came, spewing his cum as Kari's mouth pleasured him.

He pulled out his spent cock and she raised her head and watched as Ricky fucked her.

"Please stop." She pleaded.

But Ricky did not listen. He held her legs apart and slammed his cock into her pussy ignoring her pleas.

Ricky began panting and moaning. Kari felt his pace quicken and his thrust become harder and deeper and knew that he was about to cum inside her.

"No, pull out!" She yelled.

But Ricky was not going to be denied his climax inside her tight pussy. He cried out in lustful joy as he orgasm began, sending his cum jetting into Kari's pussy as he pounded her without mercy.

As soon as Ricky was finished Don grabbed her and pulled her off the counter. He forced her to bend over the kitchen table and thrust his cock into her from behind. Kari's arms were held tightly in front of her as Don fucked her.

She no longer begged for them to stop. Once Ricky had cum inside her she felt the will to resist begin to fade. But what she hadn't expected was the feeling that was now coming over her.

Don's cock was actually bringing her pleasure!

Kari resisted the sensations growing inside her. She could not allow these men to make her enjoy this rape. She was being forced fucked by them and could not be made to enjoy it.

But as Don came closer to his orgasm his fucking was doing the same to Kari.

"Oh God, no." She begged as she felt her body coming close to climax. Her legs shook beneath her as her orgasm began. Don's cock took her over the edge. Her pussy gripped his shaft as her juices began to spill out onto his balls.

Don groaned as his cock released his cum into Kari's pussy, mixing with her own juices as the two came together.

Don pulled out of her and Juan took his place. The young man fucked Kari with jackhammer-like speed as she lay on the table. Her pussy was still sensitive from her orgasm with Don and she could feel it responding again.

But before the feeling could grow any stronger she felt Juan blowing his load into her thrice-fucked pussy.

"On your hands and knees." She heard Antoine order. The black man helped her to the floor where she knelt as he got behind her. He thrust his cock inside her and she felt her body responding at once.

Kari wasn't sure what had come over her. But she decided that this was feeling too good to resist. And she justified it because it was being forced upon her. She could not be blamed for being raped, so since she was guiltless why not just enjoy the fulfillment of a long held fantasy. One that would be kept a secret between her and her four attackers.

Kari reached up and grabbed Ricky's cock and began stroking it. He moved before her so that she could begin sucking on his cock as Antoine fucked her.

Kari could not believe that she was actually enjoying this. She greedily sucked on Ricky's cock as she fucked back against the black man behind her. 

She began cumming almost immediately. She had to pull her mouth away from Ricky's cock as her orgasm tore through her. It subsided but Antoine was still pounding her from behind. Finally he came inside her, but not before bringing her close to the verge of another climax.

"Fuck me." She said to Ricky. Not wanting to be denied one more orgasm.

"I knew you wanted it." He said, quickly moving around her body and kneeling behind her, thrusting his cock into her sopping wet hole.

Don took Ricky's place at her face. Kari began sucking his cock. With her right hand she grabbed Juan's and began jacking him off. Soon she was taking turns sucking each of the men one at a time.

She pulled her head away from Juan as he was about to cum. She began sucking Don's while she jacked Juan off all over the side of her face.

Ricky was fucking her with all his might, enjoying the change that he saw taking place in the women kneeling before him. He watched as Don's eyes rolled back in his head as he began cumming in Kari's mouth.

She gulped down his cum then pulled free, crying out her delight. "Oh yes, I'm cumming!" She yelled. "Fuck me harder!"

Ricky was ready to cum too. Hearing Kari's cries of satisfaction made his orgasm even better as he unleashed his seed inside her.

Kari fell forward onto the floor as Ricky pulled his cock out of her. She was covered in sweat and her body was shaking from the effects of her multiple orgasms and the realization of what had just happened.

As the men began dressing Kari slowly got to her feet. "Get the fuck out of here." She told them, trying to sound like she was mad. She was to a point, but she could not deny that she had been more satisfied in the past forty five minutes than she had even been. 

She needed to clean up before her kids got home. She would never tell anyone what happened here today. But, even though she would never had done this on her own, this would always be a fond memory for the pretty housewife. She even wondered if there was any other work that her husband could find for these men.



Double Exposure



Brace yourself, this one is long.

Chapter 1.0

I now know I have a dirty mind. Sure, I'd like to think it is no more than an average male's imagination, but after recent events, I can say with confidence that even my passing thoughts could make a sailor blush. My perception has shifted, almost like a lens that is changing focus, and if there is one thing that I can speak about with confidence it's that perception is indeed everything. It can change the simplest meanings of the most simple things. Red becomes crimson. Sweat becomes tears. Or sex becomes incest.

Maybe a more accurate term would be filthy mind? It's all just semantics, really. Just one point of view much like that of a photograph, which is appropriate really, for that is indeed my profession. Though it wasn't until recently that this darker side, this id as Freud would call it, started seeping into my work, subconsciously controlling what I shot and how it was viewed. What's really funny is that the origins of this dark journey were so innocent too.

You see, photography for me was really a hobby that turned into something greater. A camera was a part of our lives growing up for my family. We had more photo albums lying around the house than books. Every single major life event, and even the minor ones, had visual documentation to mark its importance. Everything from my sister's first steps to my graduation, Birthdays, Holidays, and Family Vacations sealed in cellophane in binders on shelves. My Dad was always the one behind the lens, snapping away any chance he got. Sometimes I think he missed the experience of these moments viewing it all through a lens instead of with his own eyes. Don't get me wrong, he was incredibly talented, but it's funny thinking back because most of my childhood memories of my father include the sound of something clicking and flashes of light.

Regardless of what apprehension that may imply, photography was ingrained in my day-to-day and became part of my life. I guess I inherited my father's eye, because the moment I laid hands on a camera, I was a natural. Lighting, framing, everything was all second nature. So much so that when I got my first SLR at the age of 16, I stayed up all night memorizing the manual. ISOs, F-Stops, Shutter Speeds, it all made perfect sense to me. So, naturally, this became my calling. Even when the world turned digital, I evolved right alongside, though my passion stayed with film.

As the years rolled on, I graduated college with a degree in photography and instantly started selling my services freelance. It wasn't easy at first, but I had a great head start thanks to a couple of my projects in senior year being published in a several local, and one national magazine. And with that, I moved out of my parent's house just outside of San Francisco and moved into the City. Fortune kept rolling my way and I had a great flat large enough to double as a studio and home. So, as you can tell, it appeared I had all my ducks in a row, but of course, every now and again things can throw you off course.

Every Sunday was Family Dinner night. It was something that we have maintained in my family for years now. The four of us were there, scrambling to set the table and pleasant chit-chat carried from one person to another. I was pouring the wine while joking with Dad about my recent photo shoot when I overheard my mother.

"Have you told your brother yet?" she asked Kelly as she set down the pasta.

"Mm-Mmm." Kelly shook her head looking at me.

"One sec Pops." I turned to my sister. "What's up?"

She rolled her eyes as we she took our seats. "Well, I was going to wait until after dinner so thanks Mom. Kinda' let the cat out of the bag there."

"What's going on?" I asked again.

"Your sister had a little bit of an opportunity," said my dad as he began to serve himself.

"Let her tell him, Charles." My mother took a sip of her wine as she settled in.

Kelly took a big breath and turned to me. "You know how I have been dabbling in designing clothes? Well, I've been having a great time at it and I've been getting some great feedback. It's kinda like you and photography; I'm a natural. I've got a great eye for style while keeping it flirty and kinda fun; especially for women with bodies like Mom and me."

"Something for girls with curves," Pops chuckled as he raised his glass.

"Charles!" Mom smacked him with her napkin causing Dad to flinch.

Regardless of how it was taken, Dad's comment was pretty spot on. I hadn't really studied their figures before, at least not on purpose, but both my mother and sister were shapely gals. They were in no way what you would consider thick, thanks to yoga, but both have curves where men like to look. Some credit due to their regimen and some to genes.

"So anyway, like I was saying, I've been really diving in deep on this, and last week one of my professors passed on a few photos of my work to a contact of hers and they loved it! They asked to see more and I want to really blow them away."

"Holy crap, Kelly! That's awesome!"

"I know, right!" She was ecstatic. Her green eyes sparkled as her grin stretched across her face. "Right now, they've only seen a couple of my pieces. A summer dress, a couple tops and shorts, and a swim suit. What I want to do next is show off what I can really do and step it up a notch both in style and presentation. Soooo... Jason." She started to push her silverware around her plate. "I was wondering..."

"You want me to be your photographer, don't you?"

"Don't worry, I'll totally pay you. It would mean a lot to me and you are the best photographer I know."

"Sis, don't worry about it. We're family; I got your back." I laughed. "So what you thinking? Day shoot, night shoot, studio?"

"You know I was thinking something like at the beach. I figured it'd be the best way to show off a spring and summer look. It's just an idea."

"No, I like it." I smiled. "Have you thought about models yet?"

Her eyes went wide. "Oh shit, no I forgot." Her eyes went wider as she covered her mouth. "Sorry Mom! I keep swearing around you."

Mom waved it off. "Honey, I keep telling you; you're twenty-one. You're an adult."

"I know. It's still weird."

"When did you want to do it?" I asked, straining to get back to the topic.

"What?" Kelly turned to me. "Oh, I was hoping by the end of next week. I don't want the offer to grow too cold, you know?"

"Gotcha," I said, deep in thought. "I don't know who I can grab with that kind of notice. How many girls do you need?"

"Just one. I want to keep it simple."

"What about you?" Dad asked Kelly. "It's your line. You're a pretty girl. Couldn't you do it?"

"Personally I don't have any issue doing it. Hell I wear the clothes anyway but isn't that a little tacky to showcase your own line like that?" asked Kelly.

I shook my head. "I wouldn't recommend it. You want it to appear like your line is for anyone and everyone. That message might not come across if all they see is you in your clothes."

"Hell, then use your mom."

"Charles!" She smacked him again.

"What? Why not?"

My eyes quickly darted up to our mother. I never really looked at her in detail either, but she is where Kelly gets most of her charms. She possessed many of the fair traits of both her Irish and Japanese lineage. Deep and dark red hair she kept cut just below her shoulders. Green, almond shaped eyes with a fair complexion and rosy cheeks, though that may have been the wine. To be honest, she'd be perfect.

"Oh that would be so awesome Mom! Please! It's just a couple dresses and swimsuits!" Kelly pleaded.

"Swimsuits, nice!" I joked.

"Jason!" Mom glared at me.

"Hey, don't mind me. I'm just the photographer." I laughed. "I'm sure they're not bad anyway, Mom. It's not like your daughter's been spending hours on end crafting bikinis."

Kelly appeared to shrink in her chair as silence filled the air.

"They're bikinis, aren't they?" Mom asked.

Kelly replied with a sheepish nod.

I looked from Kelly to my mother. I could sense glimmer of apprehension. "Well Mom," I said with a shrug, "I'm down if you are. It's always exciting working with a new model. You game?"

She glanced my way, giving me just a moment to see a sparkle in her eye. With a smile, Mom shrugged her shoulders. "The things I do for my kids," she drained her glass in one gulp and nodded.

An hour later, glasses refilled and bellies full, Kelly and I were down in her workspace; our former basement. The walls were newly painted and now holding clippings from various fashion magazines. Several sizing mannequins and sewing machines were residing now where my first dark room used to be. Oh well, C'est la vie.

"They're right over here," she said as she grabbed a rolling garment rack and flipped through the hangers mumbling yes's and no's as she selected her line-up. Finally with a handful, she laid them out on her work station.

"Alright," she sighed. "What do you think?"

"You did all this?" I asked picking up a red summer dress.

"Yup." She fidgeted and sipped her wine. "That's one of my favorites."

I set it down and picked up another. "This is incredible, Kelly."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Absolutely. I'm impressed, seriously. Are you sure you have enough time to size them all to Mom?" I asked.

She smiled. "They shouldn't be too far off as it is. You see that dress form?" she asked pointing to a mannequin embedded with sizing dials. "I call her Lucy."

I raised an eyebrow. "A dummy named after Mom, huh. Let me guess, Mom was your first model."

Kelly smiled proudly. "Yes indeed. Sized it right to her: Course that was a little while back though. I tend to use myself for most of my work now but we aren't too far off from each other," she said as she examined herself in the mirror.

I raised an eyebrow as I held up one of her bikinis. "That's convenient, because you don't really have much room to work with on some of these." She looked up at my reflection as I examined the piece of garb.

"Not ashamed of showing off a little skin, I see." I said.

She smiled. "Hey, you know me. If you got it, flaunt it."

"Well, Mom's gonna' be the one flaunting it so I hope you're okay with that."

She shrugged. "If it sells my goods, I have no problem with her showing hers," she giggled

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as she laughed.

Her eyes softened as she looked at me in the reflection.

"Thank you for doing this, Jason. It means a lot to me," she said. "And, even though she won't say it, it really means a lot to Mom too."

"You're welcome," I said as I hung the clothes back, and then stopped. Something she said was off. "Wait, why do you think it meant a lot to Mom? Isn't she-"

She shook her head, scolding herself as she turned to face me.

"It's nothing," she said. "Forget I said anything."

"Wait a minute Kelly. Come on. What's going on?"

She took a deep breath. "I don't know. It's weird," she said. "It's like... She's just happier when you're around."

"Mom? But she's always happy."

Kelly shrugged. "Honestly, Jason, I'm not sure. I mean she appears to be more so around you, but you're not here most of the time and Dad's here just a little more than that. I think there's something going on between the two of them."

I set down my glass. "You think they're fighting?"

She shook her head. "I don't know... Actually that's not true, I know they are because I can hear the mumbles through the walls, but they never do it in front of me."

"They seemed fine at dinner. I mean, they were acting like they always do."

She looked me in the eye. "Even though they say we are adults, they still try to keep things from us. They want to appear composed, I guess. I don't know what's going on, but I can always feel this tension in the air. Mainly from Dad, to be honest. He comes home late from work, then goes out, then comes home late again. He always spends the night here, but... I don't know what it is. I never see them spend any time together anymore unless you're around." She shook her head in disbelief. "Seriously, it's gotta be frustrating for her. I don't even think they're having sex anymore. They were noisy as hell after you moved out for college, but nothing for the last year."

"Thank you, Kelly. I wasn't expecting to hear about our parents bedside manners, but now I can sleep good tonight."

She smacked my arm. "Jason, I'm serious. I'm concerned for her."

"And not for Dad?" I asked.

She remained silent for a moment, tapping the side of her glass. "Not really." She looked up at me. "I know it's kinda' fucked up to say that, but I feel like he's leaving her high and dry here."

I sighed. "It's an awful lot of speculation."

She shrugged. "You're right, it is." Kelly said. "But I can't explain it any other way. Mom's always the happy-go-lucky one and I wouldn't be surprised if she's the only reason they haven't gotten divorced. She'd want us to stay together as a family."

"You might be right."

"I think I am," she said staring in my eyes. I was surprised not to see any tears. "That's why I think it's good that she's doing this." Kelly stirred her glass. "You realize she wouldn't have said yes if you didn't agree to as well."

"What makes you say that?"

Kelly shrugged. "She just... You're her boy." She took a large swig of her wine.

I smiled, "Thanks Kelly. I'm going to try and not put too much thought into the fact you said our undersexed mother has a thing for me."

"Argh!" Kelly groaned in annoyance. "That's not-"

"No, it's fine. Like water off a duck's back," I said to which she smacked me again.

"You always joke."

"Hey, I can't help it! It's just my thing."

She rolled her eyes then downed the rest of her drink. "Fuck it. Thanks for saying yes," she said as she headed back up the stairs.

I followed suit, but joking aside, the conversation stuck deep in my gut.

Chapter 2.0

Between the three of us, we worked out the details for the shoot. Kelly used to style hair and makeup before finding her calling with fashion so we had that covered. For the location, we settled on heading up to a cove north of the city where we'd be able to get some great shots of the waves breaking against the rocks. We went there years ago for a family camping trip so the area was somewhat familiar.

A week passed and the day of the shoot was here. I had a quick gig in Oakland early that morning so I got to the house just before we needed to head out. Our goal was to get both bright sunlight and sunset shots before we called it a day. So far, everything was looking peachy.

"Hellooooo!" I bellowed as I entered the house.

"We're back here," I heard Kelly call.

I found them in the master bath, both sitting on stools facing each other. Mom in a white robe and Kelly in black yoga pants and a pink tank top, focused on applying Mom's mascara.

"Hey Bro. You get my message," she asked focusing on her task.

"No, what's up?"

"Your dad can't make it," Mom said. "His client is having a... I don't really remember. He won't be there."

"Oh well, sucks for him." I checked my watch. "How we doing here?"

"Just finished her hair and I'm just touching up her makeup." Kelly tilted Mom's chin up.

"How's it look?"

I knelt beside them. "Not bad," I said.

"What a charmer," Mom smirked.

I chuckled. "No seriously, you're stunning Mom, you know that. What we need to do now is accentuate her best features. Really make it pop, you know?"

Mom looked up to me. "And what are my best features?"

I gave her a once over, though I really didn't need to. "I'd say... your eyes and lips are the first things that stand out. They're captivating, alluring. Even a natural pout."

"And what about beyond my face?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

I winked. "I'll leave that one to our fashionista here."

Kelly studied Mom's face. "Okay, so focus on the eyes and lips."

"Let me try something," Mom said. She stood up and grabbed her a couple items from her kit. With some quick flicks and gestures, she turned back to us. "Better?"

I studied her one last time. She looked flawless.

"Gorgeous."

She smiled and blew a kiss at me.

"All right, let's pack it up."

Five minutes later, we were in the car.

We couldn't have picked a better day. The sky was partly cloudy with bright pillars of light piercing through any opening it could find. The three of us, in the mean time, were huddled together in my SUV for the hour long drive; me, your friendly driver, Kelly in the back seat flipping through my portfolio, and Mom was in the passenger seat staring out the window as we traveled along the winding coastal highway.

"Damn, Jason you really got a range here," Kelly said.

"What are you talking about?" I replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

"All these crazy photos you've done. Models, Foods, Nature... Is this a riot? Where was there a riot?" She looked up at me.

"It wasn't a riot. It was a protest. I took that one last year when I went to Madrid with Garry and Elliot. I got you that statue, remember?"

"Oh yeah." She looked back to the photos. "It's on my dresser... Holy shit I've seen this one before! You didn't take this!"

Looking back, "Which one?"

"This Lady Gaga one."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "No that's me. They got published and I think that's how you saw it."

"Bull," she said.

"It is! I was friends with an aide and she passed on the recommendation. Kinda like you and your gig. It's all in who you know."

I could see Mom smile from the corner of my eye.

"Wow you must be blowing up then. How many shoots do you do a week now?" Kelly asked.

"It varies. On a busy week, anywhere from five to six. Slow week, one if any. Keep in mind I tend to book things further out than just a week."

"That's it?"

"Well, yeah. That's a lot. There's a lot of work between shoots. Setting up and planning prior, not to mention the time it takes to edit afterward."

Kelly closed the portfolio and bounced in her seat. "So what's the craziest shoot you ever did?"

I looked back to her. "Craziest? What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Whatever," she smirked.

"Craziest..." I had to think. I could see Mom shift in the seat beside me, gaining interest it would seem. "You know, probably that Lady Gaga one."

"Really? That's it? Nothing spicier or anything like that?" I appeared to have disappointed my sister.

"Spicy? Well," I had to think. "I've done a couple swimsuit ones before."

"So swimsuits are considered spicy then?" Mom asked.

"No, not really, but sometimes... I mean..." I looked back at Kelly. "Wait. What do you mean?"

"You know, like lingerie or... no lingerie." She giggled.

"What you mean like boudoir?" I asked.

"Yeah. Ever done it?"

I glanced an eye to our mother who chuckled to herself.

"You know I can't say that I have. Never really crossed my mind to be honest with you."

"Bullshit! You totally thought about it."

"Need I remind you that our mother is in the car."

"She said I could cuss."

"That's not what I was getting at." I fidgeted. "I don't think we should talk about this with her here."

"Don't use me to get out of the questions." Mom seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.

Kelly beamed. "See? Mom wants to know!"

"Jeez, what's with you two? Okay so, yes, maybe I have thought about it. Okay. It's just not high on my to-do list. Happy?"

Kelly's brow furrowed. "Why not? If some chick was willing to pay you to take photos of her in the buff, you're telling me you're not interested?"

I looked at her through the mirror. "You know what; I don't feel too comfortable having this conversation right now. Let's change the subject."

She sank in the seat. "Fine, but don't think that I'm going to forget about this."




Double Exposure



"I know you won't," I sighed returning my attention to the road. It was a good thing too, as a sharp turn was just ahead. I applied pressure to the brake, though not nearly enough. As we rounded the turn, it felt like gravity pulled at our sides.

"Easy there, Captain," Mom said as she gripped the armrest tightly.

Suddenly, a loud CLANG burst from the back as my equipment banged together followed by the sound of metal rolling around. Something came loose.

"Shit!" I chastised myself. "Kelly can you check to see what that was?"

Kelly rolled her eyes and unclasped her seatbelt.

"Fine," she said. "But try not to stare at my ass."

"No promises," I joked at first but then the rearview mirror earned its name.

There, in the back seat was the surprisingly perfect ass of my sister, framed by her black yoga pants. The bumps in the road spoke to the firmness as she reached for an unknown object. The fabric stretched tightly across her skin, hugging the curve of her buttocks which left me to wonder why there was no panty line.

As if sensing my eyes, she peered back over her shoulder and spotted me in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, and then wiggled her ass. What a little tease.

"Jason," I heard from my right. "If it's not too much trouble, do you mind keeping your eyes on the road."

"Sorry Mom," I said. "But she's-"

"And Kelly, stop teasing a brother."

Kelly returned to her seat. "Okay Mom," she mumbled. Looking back up to the mirror, she stuck out her tongue.

"Everything okay in the back?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I think it was your tripod that fell over. A knob thing came off and was rolling around," she said while holding up the part. "I'll fix it when we get there."

"How much longer is that?" Mom asked.

"Actually, here we are." I said as we pulled off the highway onto a tiny road leading down to the beach.

The beach was spectacular. Large rocks carved into bulbous and jagged shapes defied the waves that beat against them. The surf was choppy, topped with a mist that a strong breeze blew off the tops of the waves before they crashed. Salt lay heavy in the air, fresh and clean and the temperature was just below what would be considered hot. It looked to be a perfect day.

We unpacked quickly, trying to save as much light as we could. I carried the bulk of the equipment; which was primarily the dressing room kit, two large duffle bags, and both my digital and film SLRs. Kelly carried the clothes and Mom just carried a makeup kit for touchups. Had there been anyone to see us, I'm sure we would have been quite the troop as we marched our way along the sand.

"Oh wow, Jason," Kelly said in awe. "This is so beautiful."

I smiled. "Thanks, Sis." I pointed up the hill back towards the car. "The campsite we used to stay at was up over there." I turned to Mom. "Damn, that must have been, what, twelve years ago?"

"Fifteen," she said without looking up. "I almost forgot about it." Mom seemed to laugh as if lost in a memory as she watched the thundering waves.

"Man, that was like a whole other lifetime ago," Kelly said, trudging along ahead, leaving Mom and me behind.

The wind billowed through the air, forcefully pushing against us. I couldn't help but chuckle hoping they didn't spend too much time working on Mom's hair. I turned to ask her when I noticed she was lost in thought.

"Hey Mom," I began. "Doing alright?"

"Hmm?" she said turning back to me, her hair flittering in the breeze. "Sorry. Just thinking."

I smiled. "No worries. How you feeling?"

She scrunched her nose. "A bit nervous, actually. I hope they turn out good."

"Hey, between her clothes, my skills, and your looks; we're gonna blow it away. Don't even stress."

"I know," she said looking down. "It's just... never mind." She shivered, snapping herself out of her train of thought. "So... any pointers?"

"About what? Modeling?"

"No, I was thinking of investing in a tech company and wanted your advice," she said. I remembered now who I got my sarcasm from.

"Oh, okay. Fuck off then," I joked watching her eyes and smile grow big in shock.

"Watch your mouth, young man!" she said laughing as she smacked me in the arm.

"What? Didn't you just say last night it's okay if we swear?" I said.

"No, I said it's okay for your sister. Never said it was okay for you, Buster," she teased. "Now come on now, be serious for a moment. I've never really done this before so what do you suggest I do?"

I shrugged. "Honestly, nothing too far outside of the norm. We aren't going for posh, or glamour; that's not this style. We are going for fun, sassy, with a little bit of sexy." I said showing an inch between my fingers. "I've actually been thinking about it and I think you've the perfect personality to showcase with this line up so basically, just be yourself."

She raised an eyebrow. "Easy to say. So what, no poses or anything?"

I laughed. "Oh we will be doing poses. Just do what you feel inclined to do. Go with your impulse first. If need be, I'll guide you."

She stared into my eyes and sighed. "Okay Mr. Director. I'm all yours," and she smiled.

Kelly turned around as if sensing a lull in the conversation. "So where are we going to do this?"

"Just up ahead. There's this really nice cove around that bend I think would work well."

As we made the turn, the wind almost died as we came upon an incredibly secluded section to an incredibly secluded beach, framed by a large rocky cliff holding the mountain back from the ocean. Large, shimmering boulders lay in the wake firing off immense pillars of water as the waves crashed.

"Oh my God! This is perfect!" chimed my sister, her eyes sparkling.

I smiled back. "Glad you like it. Let's get set up. We got a lot to do with little daylight left."

It didn't take us that long to get all squared away. We set up the dressing room which was quick and easy, and even went as far as to weigh it down with some loose rocks. The wind had picked up and the last thing we wanted was to go chasing into the ocean to grab some shower curtains. Kelly set up her temporary garment rack right next to the room, making sure that all of the dresses and suits were not wrinkled and were ready to wear.

"Okay Mom, here's your first look," Kelly said as she handed her a red polka dot summer dress. "Figure we'd start with a cute one."

Mom smiled and went into the changing room. As she got ready, I inspected my equipment.

"Damnit. Looks like the tripod's busted after all," I said in as I tossed the unit on the sand.

"Is that going to be a problem?" Kelly asked.

I shook my head. "Not really. Probably really wasn't needed anyway, but I always like to have my options. I can fix it back at the studio." I grabbed my Digital. "Almost ready?"

As if on cue, Mom emerged from the dressing room with a "Ta-da!"

I couldn't help but whistle. The dress was adorable, sleeveless and with the skirt falling just below the knee and an almost too deep V for the neck line. At first glance, it seemed a little conservative, and yet, somehow, it crossed the line into flirty. She almost appeared to be painted on a B52.

"So," she said while walking up. "How do you want me?"

"You just do your thing," I said. "You're at the beach. Go play."

With a tilt of her head, she smiled, winked, and then took off running through the shallows, leaving trails of sand and water flying in her wake.

"Oh shit," I said running after her furiously clicking away while Kelly laughed and prepared the next look.

It was one of the best times I've ever had on a shoot. She was an absolute natural with an uncanny ability to switch from pose to pose with ease. We got action shots and power poses and sultry seduction. She'd lay in the sand or jump in the air. Distant shots of her standing on the cliff's edge, or close-ups of her biting her lip while staring at the camera. We went from one dress to another to another and more still. Blouses, skirts, boy and Bermuda shorts. We were like a machine, power changing and clicking away. It was without a doubt the best time I ever had on that beach.

"Good news Big Brother, first looks are done!" Kelly exclaimed as she walked up to me as I reviewed the pictures on the camera.

"That's awesome!" I said looking up. "We got some really solid ones I think you're gonna love." I examined my watch. "Looks like we have about an hour and a half until sunset. I might need you to hold the reflector for me so we can reflect some light if it gets too dark."

"Sure thing," she said. Something was on her mind.

"She changing?" I asked.

Kelly nodded. "Yes sir. She's trying on the first Swimsuit. And actually, about that..."

I powered the camera off. "What's wrong? It doesn't fit?"

"It fits fine. It's just something we really didn't plan for."

"Then what is it? It's too skimpy for mom?"

"Well, no. I mean yes it's pretty revealing, but she doesn't seem to have an issue with wearing it. It's just... She didn't shave down there." Kelly waved her hand in front of her lady parts.

I blinked. "Come again?"

"Look, she's a little embarrassed about it. I told her you can probably fix it when you edit the photos."

"How bad is it?"

She tapped her foot. "I don't think she's ever done it, to be honest. I mean, it's nicely trimmed, but it's still puffing the fabric and... Do you want to see? It's kinda weird with me describing it."

"You think me studying Mom's crotch is less weird?"

She shrugged and laughed. "I really don't know." She looked at me. "Tell you what; she can probably hear us anyway so let me ask her if she's comfortable with you taking a look." She turned and began walking away.

"Whoa! Wait a second!" I said chasing after her but she was already there.

"Mom it's me. Jason's here and I told him about the situation." Kelly said looking at me.

"Oh great," Mom said through the curtain.

Kelly indicated I should speak.

I looked at my sister and shook my head. "Hey mom, it's Jason." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Kelly's saying you're concerned about... Look, we're adults, at least you and I are." Kelly scoffed at my remark. I continued, "Do you want me to take a quick look."

She hesitated. "I don't know."

I shrugged, looking at Kelly. "You know, we got a lot of shots today, and I think some really solid ones. Let's call it a wrap and finish the rest next week."

"No-no-no-no-no!" Kelly stammered. "I can't do that, these need to be in by Tuesday."

"Sorry Kiddo," I said to Kelly.

We heard Mom sigh. "Honey, it's fine. I'll just take care of it in here. Do you have any scissors or something?"

"Yeah, I have-" Kelly's eyes went wide. "Shit," she said scurrying to her kit. "God damn it!" She began to rip through her tiny pink bag.

"Kelly, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm an idiot, that's what," she said. She stopped and looked up at me. "I fucking left them on the counter."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Her lips tightened. "Yup," she nodded. "I remember setting them down after final touch ups." She laughed at herself. "I even made a mental note to put them in the bag. Fucking rookie."

Mom's voice carried over to us again. "Look, it's not a big deal. I can just tuck it in or something." I had to shake my head. Never thought the three of us would be having a critical conversation about Mom's pubic hair.

Now, don't ask me how, but for some reason that sparked an idea.

"Oh shit," I said softly. "I think I got something."

Kelly looked up, deflated.

"What?"

"I got a bag in my car."

"You carry scissors with you?"

"No," I said. "But it is an emergency kit, so to speak."

Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"Sorry. That's what my college buddies called it." I shook my head. "I got an overnight bag with a shaving kit. It might be a little closer than what you prefer Mom, but I think it will take care of our little problem."

Kelly's eyes sparkled. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," I turned to the changing room. "Would you be okay with that Mom?"

It was somewhat odd asking your mother if she would have any qualms with an impromptu pussy shave. What an interesting day.

I could hear her sigh, then "I guess we don't really have a choice."

Kelly's smile lit up her face. "Mom, you are the freakin' best!" she chimed. "I'm gonna go grab the kit," she said as she turned.

A sudden flash of realization hit me. I kept more in that bag than a shaving kit.

"Kelly," I started, "Why don't you let me-"

"I got it, Jason," she said. "I should take some stuff up to the car anyway. I'll be back in a jiffy." She grabbed a bundle of clothes and started trotting up to the car.

"Kelly!" I said as I attempted to catch up with her. "That's not the only thing I keep in the bag. It's an overnight kit."

She stopped and turned back smirking. "Really now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Let me just-"

"Oh no," she said. "I got it. You stay with Mom and make sure you get the settings ready."

Though I had nothing but time to kill and the settings were locked, I knew I couldn't talk her out of it.

I shook my head as I handed her the keys. "Should be under the passenger seat. Little black bag."

"Nice," she beamed. "Be right back."

In less than five minutes, she was back, running up like she was clearing home plate after a grand slam.

"She still in there?" she asked.

"No Honey," Mom said as she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. "Getting a little claustrophobic."

"No worries, Mom." She held up the kit, a small black bag half the size of a shoebox. "Guess what I got?"

Mom eyed the bag with her hands on her hips. "Fan-tastic," she said rich with sarcasm. "So now the awkward part..." Her fingers drummed against her hips. "... I've never really shaved myself before."

Kelly and I tilted our heads. To be honest, I had no response. It never even occurred to me in this situation to ask her experience level.

"Really?" Kelly asked. "Not even in college?"

Mom shook her head. "I just keep it, you know, trimmed." She waved her hand over her privates. I chuckled knowing now where Kelly gets these gestures.

"Wow, Mom," Kelly said. "You're a little more reserved than I thought. Not even a wax?"

"No, I've done that, but it's not an option right now is it?" she said.

"I guess not," Kelly sighed. "So do you want me to do it?"

My face had to look dumbstruck. What in God's name is going on here?

"Oh no, Kelly. That's quite alright. I just need to know... you know what? Forget I said anything. Gimme the kit." Mom reached out.

"Mom, it's okay. I don't mind. I mean I'd rather do it for you than have you accidentally cut yourself out here."

"Kelly..." Mom started.

My sister tucked the kit under her arm. "Tell you what; let's just go over behind those big rocks there near the water. We will have some nice privacy and Jason will stay way the hell away. You can do most of it, but I will be there to help for the tough spots."

Mom looked to me.

I shrugged and waved them away. "Hey, you girls do your thing. I'm just here to take pictures."

Mom looked down and shook her head.

"Oh fuck it," she said. "Not a word of this gets back to your father, you two." She pointed a stern finger at my sister and I as she walked behind the rocks.

"Scouts honor," I called out watching my sister skip off behind her.

I tried to busy myself checking and double checking cameras and settings. The lenses were ready and clear. The ISO was perfect. Plenty of room left my memory card. It had now become blatantly obvious that all I have now been doing was killing time. Problem is, that's what I needed to do. I needed to kill time, toll away moments, because any time I stop for a second, my mind instantly went to what was happening on the other side of those rocks. And with the way the day had turned out, dark thoughts corrupted my imagination.

My mother, more than likely laying down in the sand, or perhaps sitting on a large rock, her legs spread and bathing suit bottoms removed. Her eyes fixed on my sister between her thighs. Kelly's fingers holding tight the sensitive skin of Moms loins. I imagine her face close enough to smell the woman that she is. A razor gently sliding through the foam on her soft skin in hushed scrapes.

They say nothing. Eyes fixed on the task. Their breaths become deep. Long. Kelly's face is so close. Her mother's vagina a handful of inches away. She can see the glimmer of moistness shine across her lips as they begin to slowly part with each heartbeat. It's as if it is calling to her, welcoming her inside.

Kelly stares transfixed, inching closer and closer. Mom's scent washes over her, growing stronger with each passing moment. Kelly's mouth grows dry as her breath grows hotter, billowing across our mother's most private skin, funneling up to her moist, sensitive vagina and blowing across her shimmering clitoris. Deep and dark waves of pleasure bring goosebumps to their skin.

Slowly, Kelly's tongue snakes out from between her dry lips and pushes forward, begging to taste the salty flesh...

"Hey Jason! Are you asleep?" Kelly called out.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the present. What the hell was that?

"Shit! Sorry," I said shaking my head. "All done?"

Kelly was walking up to me with Mom's towel draped over her arm.

"Yes Sir!" she chimed with a wide grin. Her cheeks and skin were bright red. "That was so wild. I've never studied a vagina that close for so long. Got to say, Moms got a nice little cunt."

If I were drinking anything, I would have choked.

"Jesus, Kelly!" I exclaimed.

"What? She does."

"I'm gonna add that to the list of weird shit I didn't expect to hear today."

Kelly shook off the towel, obviously proud of herself. "I'm just saying, I'm impressed." With a big flick, she let it catch the breeze and gently laid it on the sand. "I don't think it's a big deal but I didn't give her a complete clean-cut. I left a little race track right here because I think that's a little hotter." She traced her finger up and down her pelvis.

"How'd you do that without scissors... you know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."

Kelly chuckled taking great enjoyment out of my discomfort as she laid herself down on the towel.

I slung the camera around my neck. "Where is she now?"

She lifted her hand gesturing to the rocks. "Moisturizing her lady bits." She tilted her head to look. "And... there she is."

I turned to see our Mother walking up in a tight dark red suit. If she had gone for joyful radiance before, she looked mischievously tantalizing now. She looked firm; her skin had a slight tan from the day's actions. Her hair now tied up in a bun with a few loose strands falling free elongating her neck and enhancing her collar. Her breasts pressed tight against her body appearing larger than I recalled. They were held firm in two half cups suspended by a thick strap wrapped up and around her long neck. Her arms brushed against her sides with each step of her long, sultry legs. I could see her hips swing ever so slightly as she tried to maintain her better balance as she walked barefoot through the sand.

I could feel my mouth going dry as I stared.

She walked right up to me, halting with a tiny jump as if coming to attention; her back straight and chest sticking out proudly. She knew she looked good.

"Awaiting orders, Sir," she said with a mini salute of her hand.

I raised an eyebrow and took her in.

"Dear God, you look absolutely stunning!" I said.

I could see her blush ever so slightly.

"What a charmer."

My mind suddenly flashed back to the daydream from only moments before. I had to shake my head, clearing my thoughts.

"So, how you feeling? All set and ready?"

She nodded as she fidgeted with her bikini bottoms. Her hand reached down as she rubbed her crotch in the most nonchalant manner. It didn't stop the knot from forming in my stomach or stop my blood from heating up.




Double Exposure



She scrunched her nose. "Sorry, this feels kinda weird. I'm a little tingly."

I tried to clear my throat. "Rest assured the feeling is mutual. Shall we?"

"Put me where you want me," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

I nodded, attempting to chase away taboo thoughts.

"Kelly, I'm gonna need your help." I said. "You see that silver thing over there," I pointed to my duffle bag. "I need you to grab it for me. You're gonna be my Bounce for these photos."

She got up, dusting the sand from her arms. "Okay.... What does that mean?" she asked as she picked up the object, a folded up disc.

"You'll see. Hold one side and give it a firm shake." I said and watched as she did exactly that.

Instantly the tension released and it unfolded creating a large, flat disc one yard in diameter. One side was a soft white fabric, the other a highly reflective crumbled aluminum.

I continued. "Your job will be to use the sun to bounce light back into our models face. Kinda like a soft spot light."

Kelly flipped the disc around in her hands with a smile. "This is pretty cool."

I chuckled. "Glad you like."

I surveyed the area. "Alright, so..." looking around. "Mom, let's start with you in standing in the surf. Kelly, I'll need you behind me, crouching low over here. Sound good?"

They both nodded and assumed their positions. Mom, shifting her weight between one foot and the other as waves washed up behind her. Kelly, squatting down, the reflector in front of her illuminating our mother. The sun was my last fear, as it had just begun to set.

"Okay, we are going to have to do these real fast with quick changes. We have about an hour light left." I said.

They both nodded.

"Alright, Mom, look right here. Remember how we made the last looks more fun and flirty? Well these need to be more flirty than fun. You good with that?"

She smirked, placed one hand on the small of her arched back, pushed her ass and chest out as she leaned forward.

"Like that?" she asked.

I could hear Kelly giggling behind me. "Our Mom's the best."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Perfect," I said and started snapping away.

The hour blew by in a heartbeat, though I had begged for each second to remain longer. I couldn't determine what was more enthralling; watching our mother through my view finder, or catching her between shots with my own eyes. She was like a different person, as if something she had caged up had been released.

She began to sway in place, rocking her hips to songs that only she could hear. Her eyes fixed to the lens, beckoning for the viewer to come closer. Her lips would purse, or part to allow a deep breath, or even feel the momentary caress of her tongue if she felt inclined. She toyed with the camera, toyed with me, even Kelly who never said a word except during changes which were not that frequent. But, true to their promises, were quick and expedited. Perhaps due to the sparsity of covering, but it felt like only a second would pass from when she went in to when she came out wearing another suit always slightly more suggestive then the previous.

She had been wearing the last suit, a light blue string bikini when we moved to the boulders. She leaned against a rock, looking at us over her shoulder. The fabric framed her ass perfectly. Tight, and curvaceous. A string from the tie hung low and brushed against the shelf of her buttocks as it blew in the breeze. I couldn't help but grow jealous.

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"Beautiful," I said rotating to portrait.

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"Lift your chin up a little."

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"Nice. Hold it."

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"Now shift your weight and lower your right arm a little."

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"Good. Now a little more."

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"There you go. Perfect"

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"Perfect," I whispered.

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She was certainly a sight to behold. Tempting. Alluring. Captivating and so much more, yet at the same time, in the back of my head, I kept having to remind myself that this was our mother. The woman who birthed us, raised us, and supported us all our lives. I had to keep reminding myself over and over because it was in those moments when I stopped, that my mind began to wonder what her skin tasted like. How it would feel to run my fingers through her hair. To nibble on her neck or feel the weight of her ass cheek in my palm.

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Kelly's voice suddenly broke the sounds of the shutter.

"Mom, can we try something?" she asked.

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"What is it baby?"

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Kelly shifted her weight, keeping the remaining light from the setting sun upon our mother.

"While you face that rock, could you maybe reach back and untie the top?"

Shit Kelly, you are not helping my situation.

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She continued, "Don't worry, we won't see anything."

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I couldn't believe my sister would ask that, but I was even more shocked to see Mom's fingers slowly sneak back and latch on to a strand, and then gently, slowly, pull it free. With a soft snap, the knot came undone leaving Mom's bare back exposed.

"How's that?" she asked her daughter while looking at me.

"That's hot, Mom. Very sexy," Kelly said.

I couldn't help but take in her form. Though she was not completely topless, save only a strand wrapped around her neck, her open back was incredibly sexy. I feared I was losing a battle within myself. I almost forgot to continue.

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I heard Kelly's voice again. "Now take a step back, Mom."

She did.

"Now one more."

She did again.

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"Now lean forward, keeping your legs straight."

Our mother reached her hands out and slowly walked her palms down the boulder, pushing her ass out to us. The fabric tightened around her waist pressing deep into her crotch. It clung so tight, so snug against her that I could just begin to make out the shape of her woman hood. The edges of the fabric shimmered, more so on the moisturized skin deep within her inner thigh. The logical part of me blamed the mist of the waves that hammered the rocks, or even the lotion she had applied earlier. But then again, I couldn't help but wonder if this glimmering skin, this moisture was dripping from excited lips beneath the bottoms.

A soft breeze brought something new to my attention. Her top swung low leaving her chest hidden in the shadows. Her breasts were hanging free, the undersides softly illuminated by Kelly's light. My eyes strained, searching deep in the dark for the rest of her. Perhaps it was that desire, that carnal and taboo lust that convinced me, but for the briefest of moments, that I saw her nipples, hard and dark and prickled with the same goosebumps that rippled across her skin.

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Slowly, to the beat of the crashing waves, she stood back up, her top falling into place covering her chest. She rotated, facing us and retreated to the rock, arching her back against the surface.

Her hips rocked back and forth as her hands rubbed against her skin.

"How am I doing, Jason?" she asked.

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My blood pumped as I watched her hips sway.

"Perfect."

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Her hand snaked up across her stomach, fingers trailing across her skin.

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"Raise your hands higher," I said.

Slowly they rose.

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"Cup your breasts," I said.

Her hands went over the top.

"No," I said. "Go under."

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Her eyes fixed on mine as if seeing me through the lens. Slowly she snaked her hands beneath the top, caressing each tit with her hands. She squeezed, and began breathing harder.

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She raised an eyebrow. "Still think I'm reserved?"

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"Fuck no," I breathed, perhaps a bit too loud.

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Her breath caught short, as if she had tweaked her own nipples. I paused and looked at her over the camera. She winked at me.

"Anything else?"

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My mind went a mile a minute as I began to feel my stomach tighten again.

"Bring your hands to your hips," I said, and she did.

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"Hook your thumbs into the straps on each hip."

She slipped her right thumb into the waistband.

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"Both hands."

She hooked the left side.

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"Good. Now pull them out just tad."

She did, lifting the waistband away from the skin.

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"Perfect. You're such a natural, Mom," I said.

"Same to you," she replied.

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"Now, without going too far, pull them down just half an inch. Make it look like you were taking them off." I said as I squatted down.

Mom hesitated for a moment, and then peeled back the waist just one tantalizing inch, revealing an extra strip of skin I had never seen before. The band had resealed just below her hip, showcasing the slope of her pelvis before it disappeared under the covering.

"How's that?" she breathed.

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"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

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"Now," I smiled, "Go ahead and pull them off," I joked.

Mom stopped, looked at me a moment. Then, before I could apologize, her hands moved lower, taking the bathing suit with it.

Kelly's breath caught in her throat as we both stood transfixed, watching our gorgeous mother slipping her panties off. I began snapping away, photo after photo; I didn't want to miss a fraction of a second. It was intoxicating, watching the fabric peel off her skin, rolling backwards like peeled fruit, which in many ways it was.

Lower and lower she went until suddenly a thin line of hair appeared; Kelly's masterpiece. It was almost like a beacon lining up my vision and letting me know what was to come, and based on the sudden throbbing in my shorts, my cock was begging to know as well. And there it was, the final moment where I knew in one second's time, I would be seeing the loins from whence I came, and the most anticipated region I had ever wished to see. Just one second more.

It was then that she stopped, and in one fluid motion, pulled the suit back up in place.

"There you go," she said with a wicked smile. "All done."

I sat there dumbfounded. This must be the visual equivalent to blue balls.

"You're such a tease, Mom," Kelly laughed behind me. I had honestly forgotten she was there.

Mom walked toward us, retying her suit behind her back. She was so very proud of herself. She stood over me with the biggest shit eating grin, leaned down and kissed my head.

"That was so much fun," she said. "Thanks for talking me into this." She rubbed my head, the same way she would when I was five.

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head as I stood. "Hey, it's what I do."

"And you do it well." She stood up straight, hand on hips. "Now, who's hungry?"

Chapter 3.0

Over an hour later we found ourselves at a crowded bar... or perhaps it was more of a pub? Regardless, it was much closer to home. The walls were paneled in what appeared to be a deep cherry wood dimly lit by small rectangular wall sconces. There were no booths, only tables of thick oak, where not a one had gone unscathed by carved vandalism.

We sat at one of these tables along the wall, each with hamburger, a full pint and a single pitcher of ale in the middle.

I raised my glass. "Here's to your first shoot as a designer, and yours as a model!" I cheered over the ever constant murmur of the crowd.

They both smiled wide, holding up their glasses as we clinked them together and took a deep swig.

"Wow!" Mom exclaimed, "That's strong! What is it?" She indicated to the beer.

"It's an IPA, Mom," Kelly stated wiping her lips of suds. "It's a strong beer so go easy."

Mom seemed to scoff. "Oh please, I've been drinking since before you were born."

"Okay... Just warning you," Kelly backed down.

We turned our eyes back to the bar. Though it was Friday, it seemed pretty active for this early in the evening. The other two must have been having the same thought.

"It seems a bit packed for a dive bar to you?" Kelly asked.

Mom looked around, holding with two hands a monster sized hamburger. "I'm not sure. Never been here before," she said before taking a monster sized bite.

I was about to say the same when I spotted a slightly overweight bearded man in a plaid shirt grab a microphone. He held in his other hand a well used notebook, corners bent and darkened.

"Ladies and Gentlemen it is that time of the week!" The announcer's voice reverberated throughout the pub to scattered hoots, hollers and applauds.

"Oh shit, is it karaoke?" Kelly groaned.

I shook my head. "I don't think so..."

Mom and Kelly looked at me quizzically.

"Trivia Night." I said as I pulled out a pen and pad of paper from our condiment stand.

"It's Friday night Trivia!" our bearded friend confirmed. He sounded like he was announcing a boxing match. "Make sure each team has a pen and paper. Four members per team. No cell phones, tablets, laptops, or any item that takes batteries. Twenty questions in all. Tie breaker goes to the best team name by applause."

"We doing this?" Kelly asked as I flipped to a blank page.

"Sure," I said. "Why not? It'll be fun. You down, Mom?"

"Mm-hmmm" she said while finishing off her meaty sandwich.

"Jesus, Mom!" Kelly exclaimed in disbelief. "You destroyed that thing."

"Momma was hungry," she said licking the sauce off her fingers.

"You don't say..." I mumbled in slight disbelief.

"Question number one," he bellowed. "What famous..."

I'd like to say we decimated the competition, but to be honest with you, I have yet to go to a trivia night at any bar and say "Wow, that was easy." Luckily, between the three of us, we at least played to our strengths. We felt pretty solid on thirteen out of twenty, and were shooting for the moon on the rest.

"So we feel good on this?" I asked handing the sheet to Kelly for her review. She glanced over the answers.

"As good as we'll ever be. Mom?" She handed it to her.

She just smiled and held up her hand signaling 'okay'.

"Okay then... Shit! We need a team name!" I exclaimed.

"Just put 'Team Awesome' or something," said Kelly.

"Wow, seriously?" I looked at her. "I'm trying not to be an asshole and all here but that is probably the lamest team name I've ever heard."

"What's it supposed to be then?" she asked.

"Anything. Best ones are witty in some way. It's a bar, play to the audience."

"Something dirty then," Mom chimed in.

Kelly and I shared another look.

"Well this can get awkward real fast," I said.

"Quit being so uptight," Mom said with a slap. "How about.... Friday Night Threesome."

We shrugged. "It's okay. Miles closer than 'Team Awesome'," I joked. Kelly retaliated by throwing a french fry at me.

I tapped the pencil against the table. "Hmmm... Periodic Table Dancers?"

They chuckled and shook their heads.

"Ass is the New Vag?" Kelly threw in. Mom raised an eyebrow.

"I like it, but..." I said to which both Mom and Kelly laughed.

"Cunning Linguists?" Mom threw out.

I laughed out loud.

"I missed something here," Kelly said.

"It sounds like cunnilingus," I informed my sister. Her furrowed brow remained.

Mom sighed. "When a guy eats you out, honey."

"Mom!" Kelly said, cheeks blushing.

Mom just shrugged. "You're the one who likes the ass."

Our announcer was rounding the tables collecting the answers. He was one away from ours.

"He's almost here, just give me something."

Kelly shrugged. "I don't know, 'Fuck Condoms'. Just put that."

"I am learning so much today about you two," Mom joked.

"Here he comes," I said as he approached.

"Fuck it. Just do the ass," Mom said.

"I really wish I heard the beginning of this conversation," the announcer stated as he approached our table. I wrote down our team name and handed him the pad. He read it over, chuckled and couldn't help but eye my two companions. He walked away with an approving nod to me.

"What'd you put down?" Kelly asked.

"I went with yours. 'Ass is the New Vag'."

Mom seamed to sulk as she poured another glass. "I really liked Cunning Linguist."

"I feel like we are learning so much about you two," I said. Seriously, oddest day of my life.

"Mom," Kelly said, "Your phone."

Mom's arm was illuminated by a soft glow coming from the screen of her smartphone.

"Oh shit. It's a voicemail. I didn't even hear it ring." She grabbed her device and left the table.

Kelly and I were left alone.

"Well Sis. It's been a long day. I hope it turned out the way you wanted."

She shrugged, holding her beer with two hands. "We shall see. It was a lot of fun though." She smiled. "How long until the photos are ready?"

"I was hoping to do some tomorrow and the next day if need be. I don't really have anything else on my plate that's as time sensitive." I poured myself another pint. "Actually, with the way the night's going, I might as well stay at the house. I left my computer there so I can stick around." I leaned back in my chair.

"That would be awesome!" Her eyes shimmered brightly. "Thanks again," she said, "I mean it; you are a life savor. I would be so screwed without you. And, it was soooo much fun." She raised her glass. "Here's to a wonderful day."

"My pleasure," I said as I clinked my glass to hers.

Her fingers drew shapes in the condensation of the glass.

"Jason, can I ask you a question?"

I nodded.

"You're not dating anyone, are you?" she asked, though it felt like more of a statement.

I took a deep breath. "Not really. I tend to stay really busy. Especially as of late." Unfortunately, it was true. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Curiosity, I guess... I found your condoms in your overnight bag. Did you know they have an expiration date?"

"I did, but I don't think-"

"They expired last November."

I raised an eyebrow. "No shit?" Well that's embarrassing.

She nodded, smirking. "So I take that to mean Big Brother hasn't been getting any?"

I rolled my eyes, sighing, "Nope."

"Not even from the models?"

"Mm-mm," I replied. "I mean don't get me wrong, I've tried, but I don't know what it is. Kinda in a slump but at least my work keeps me distracted."

Kelly nodded. "I hear ya there."

"Really?"

"Yup," she said. "Been focusing on school so much that I haven't had the chance to go out and meet some boys." She chuckled, "It's funny, because sometimes I'll watch a movie or read a story or stumble upon something dirty online and I'm like BAM, instantly horny. So I'll either go downstairs and work, or work on my downstairs," she said with a wink. "Some of the stuff mom wore today was created in a fiery urge to fuck."

If I had been drinking something, I would have spit it out right then and there... for the second time today. Kelly didn't seem fazed.

"I'm surprised Dad hasn't wondered why we go through so many batteries these days." Her eyes focused on nothing as she picked up her dill pickle and took a crisp bite. "So Big Bro, how long has it been?" she said, turning her attention to me.

I tilted my head. "Since my last..."

"Bonin'," she smiled.

I took a deep breath, eyes looking to the ceiling as I traced back my memory. "Probably over a year." I brought my gaze back to her. "You?"

"Close to the same, give or take a week. I stopped counting after six months."

I laughed. "What a sad bunch we both are."

"I know, right?" she responded. "I guess it's good that you don't shoot nudes or you'd probably have a heart attack. Been a while since you saw a vah-jay-jay," she teased.

Then her eyes narrowed as she scrunched her nose and smiled.

"It's too bad."

"What?"

A mischievous sparkle twinkled in her eye. "It's too bad you didn't get to see my handy work with Mom. Would have fixed that problem right away."




Double Exposure



I set my glass down. "Man, Kelly, what is your obsession with getting me to see Mom's... business?"

"I'm not obsessed!" she said. "I've barely even brought it up."

"The fact that you've brought it up is bizarre enough on its own." I laughed. "And, you've brought it up twice now." I said raising two fingers.

"Have I?" She leaned back in her chair. "You're probably right. I don't know why it's on my mind still," she said with a shrug. "It was just so cool. I've never studied another vagina besides my own before. I mean it was different, but also very similar to my own." Her hand unconsciously traveled to her crotch, giving it a light squeeze. "Oh my gosh it sounds so dirty!" she giggled, "I'm so bad."

I raised an eyebrow. "Sounds to me like you are thinking of pitching for the other team."

"Fuck no, I love the cock," she blurted out, and I rolled my eyes. "But, can you keep a secret?"

I looked in her eyes; a fire seemed to be slowly burning. I nodded.

She took a final swig of her drink. "I touched her pussy."

"What?" I asked, leaning in.

She did the same. "I did! I touched her pussy when I was shaving her. It was so wild. I never thought I'd be in that position, but there I was, kneeling between Mom's spread legs with my face inches from her cunt." She put emphasis on the final word, as if enjoying the feel of it as it came of her mouth.

My heart began pounding as visions of my day dream came sweeping back.

She continued. "She didn't seem to be too concerned about how close I was, or maybe she was, I don't know. She just joked about how maybe she should get me some glasses. I laughed, but to be honest with you, I was captivated by the moment and it felt kinda like instinct or something that brought me so close."

"Oh Jason, I could smell her," Kelly said in a deep voice, her hands gripping the edges of the table. "It had that deep and heavy and sweet scent all at once. Kinda like sweat and honey, it's tough to explain. I don't know why, I felt my mouth water."

This was getting deep. I could feel my neck pulse, with each beat of my heart as I leaned against the table with crossed arms.

"And you touched her?" I asked.

Kelly blinked slowly and nodded. "It wasn't really intentional. I mean I didn't mean to but it was the final pass, and I was swiping the blade over the hump of her mound. I was using my other hand to hold her tight so that it was as close a shave as possible. When I let go, my hand slipped down, right between her thighs and my fingertips slipped across her lips."

Kelly's chest was heaving.

"Mom's breath caught in her mouth, as did mine. Her lips had parted for me; my middle finger had actually been inside her! It was only for a second, maybe even half of that, but it was enough time for both of us to know."

My mouth felt dry. "So what did you do?" I asked.

She laughed. "Nothing. We both started mumbling, she said 'Thank you', I think, and I let her finish up the rest. I mean, part of me wasn't really sure that it really happened. It wasn't until I was walking away that I notices a tiny little strand of liquid clinging to my middle finger."

She was looking at me now. Waiting for me to ask the next question.

"So, did you... what did you do?"

She smiled, eyes fixed on my own. "Are you asking if I licked it?"

I nodded.

She shook her head. "Mm-mm." she said, and then her eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle. "It was pussy juice," she said in a whisper. "I put it in my pussy."

I stared at her, speechless, dumbfounded.

Kelly started laughing.

I shook my head. "You little..."

"God you are so easy sometimes," she chuckled. I couldn't recall the last time I had seen her so pleased with herself. She managed to compose herself. "That was fun," she said, then shivered and started fanning herself with her hand. "Kinda got myself worked up there too. I mean look!" she said raising her arm, showing me the tiny bumps that prickled their way up and down her arm. She made no mention of the two little bumps now protruding from her breasts.

"You kids behaving yourselves?" Mom asked, startling the both of us as she took a seat.

"Welcome back, Mom." Kelly said as she munched on her fries. She began wiggling in her seat. "We were just talking about y-"

"Everything okay?" I interrupted.

Mom looked up to me and put on her smile. "Yeah. It was just your father."

"You were gone a while."

"I know. We were trying to work something out." It was tough to tell in the low light, but her cheeks appeared a little flushed. "His meeting went well and they are out celebrating."

"Well that's great, right?" I said.

"Mm-hmm," she nodded and finished off her beer. She seemed somewhat distracted. Then, suddenly, she sat up straight. "So have they announced the results?"

I blinked.

"Not yet," Kelly replied looking around the room. "I don't see the guy anymore. Maybe there's a couple more tables somewhere."

"Goodie," Mom said as she poured the last of the pitcher in the glass. "So what were you kids talking about while I was gone?"

"Not much," I said with a shrug.

"Yeah," Kelly said. "Oh, except I was just telling Jason about how I helped sh-"

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the results are in," the announcers' voice bellowed across the tiny pub.

He read off the answers, and we followed along to the best of our ability. Our responses were pretty much what we expected, though we were pleased with a two impulse answers that much to our surprise turned out correct. In the end, we were sitting pretty with fourteen correct.

"And now, the winners!" he called out.

One by one he listed the teams and announced their scores. I was a little surprised to hear the points start off so low. The teams were pretty amazing and ranged in creativity. There was 'The Trivia Trollops', 'Kings of Kegels', 'Win or Lose, We Still Booze', and many more, some being rowdier than others. Yet as he announced, we were getting more and more excited because our team name had yet to be called. And then he said it.

"And with fourteen points, we have a three-way tie for second place!" he called, leading to murmurs in the crowd. "When I call your team name, please stand up."

Mom, Kelly and I all shared a look. It may have to be read to others like 'Oh shit.'

"First up; My Couch Pulls out, but I don't!" He called, leading a group of four large frat boys to stand up and cheer. I kinda liked their name.

"Next; Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver!" the crowd burst out laughing as a mixed group of four stood, clapping and throwing each other high fives.

"Finally; Ass is the New Vag!" he said as the room erupted in laughter and cheers.

We looked at each other with wide, shocked grins and slowly stood. I could feel the eyes of the crowd turn to face us. What a sight it must have been to see me beside my sister and mother, though I had a sneaking suspicion, no one knew our relations. As a matter of fact, we should be proud! I mean why not for there I stood, a young man with two incredibly gorgeous women who, according to our team name, like to keep it adventurous.

We looked at each other, cheeks flushed and border-lining embarrassed when it seemed that all at once, we shared the same thought. 'You know what... Fuck it!'. We turned around, facing our audience and stood there, filled with pride and righteousness. It was our decision, and we're gonna own it. Kelly had her fist in the air, nodding sternly as if to say, 'Fuck yeah! Ass IS the new vag, bitches!' Even our mother got behind it yelling out 'Damn right!' It was a sight to see.

"Alright everyone, by a show of applause, who takes home second?" Our announcer spoke. "Let's hear it for 'My Couch Pulls out but I don't!'"

The crowd cheered, jeered and yelled. We too applauded, though softly.

"How about 'Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver!'"

The sound of clapping grew the cheers intensifying.

Our announcer chuckled, turning his hand to us.

"And last, 'Ass is the New Vag!'" he said, but was cut off abruptly by the roar crowd. A dozen or so were on their feet, including the party of Frat Boys who cheered louder than the rest.

"There you have it! The tie and second place go to 'Ass is the New Vag!'" He cheered causing us to laugh and high five each other.

Our emotions were high, adrenaline kicked in.

"That was fucking awesome!" Kelly shouted leaning across the table as the crowd still applauded. Mom and I were nothing but smiles.

"And finally, in first place; 'What's Trivia Night?'" He called out turning his hand to a seated group of wide-eyed elderly individuals, mouths agape and staring at the bar in disgust, shock, and disbelief.

The announcer brought over a fresh pitcher of beer, the rewards for second place, then walked away laughing, though not before giving me a knowing slap on the back. We were only able to finish half of it, before we decided to call it quits for the night. We paid our tab, filed into the car with Kelly getting behind the wheel. Mom and I fell into the back, me on the far right and her in the middle. She brought her feet up to rest on the seat as she leaned into me, closing her eyes and thanking me for a wonderful day

I leaned against the door and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. I could feel Kelly's eyes from the rear view mirror staring back at us for a moment before I caught her gaze. She smiled, winked, and pulled out of the parking lot.

As we drove down the road, my eyes couldn't help but travel down our mother's body. Her dress had ridden up her thighs, and though I had seen more of her only a few hours ago, I found my vision fixed to the pale orange beams from the street lights as they traveled up her exposed flesh. I closed my eyes, feeling her weight as she snuggled closer, the scent of sea salt lightly drifting from her hair. This day was over, our first photo shoot done. And though my thoughts turned to hungered anticipation for my day of editing, I would later find out my scheming sister had already been planning our next shoot.

Chapter 4.0

I awoke to a quiet house with a pounding headache and the feeling like all the water that was in my body had been sucked out in the middle of the night. My tongue felt thick, my skin dry, and my thoughts felt like they had to wade through a dense fog to become actions. Somehow, I was at least able to sit up and put my feet on the floor.

I was in my room, well what used to be my room at least. It had been converted to a guest room or sorts. All the furniture had remained the same; the bed, dresser, shelves, all those had been mine all through high school. Everything else in the room that had given it personality was gone. No posters or photos; all had been replaced with generic books and oddities you might find at a Home & Garden store. Though it looked different now, it still had the same feel I remembered. Perhaps that's why I was able to navigate it so well in my drunken stupor last night. But, who knows?

My eyes continued around the room, settling on my nightstand. A full glass of water sat beside my charging phone. Well, that settles it; I at least had help. I was in no state to plan ahead with any sort of morning hydration, let alone charge my phone. I grabbed the glass and downed the contents.

It was absolute bliss. Hands down, the best water in the world. So refreshing and thick and blessed by every god that was ever conceived. It tasted pure, fresh, and heavenly, like liquid ambrosia. I felt like a sponge made wet, finally become useful as my senses slowly started to return.

Though I may have had help up into the room, I definitely did not have help changing. I sat there still in my jeans, shoes beside the bed. My shirt for the most part was off; only one sleeve still remained on. So, for a brief moment I felt like an idiot. How drunk was I that I couldn't successfully remove my own shirt? I put it back on and meandered straight to the restroom.

It was only 8am but I was already wide awake and there was no going back. Kelly and Mom were still out like a light, my sister proving this by slow heavy breathing accompanied by the occasional snore as I passed her cracked door, silent and barefoot. Mom's door on the other hand, was wide open.

She had been just a tad more successful in prepping for bed for she had been laying face down on the covers, resting on her arms in nothing but her panties. For the second time in two days, her naked back was presented to me, but this time, it felt different, more intimate. Her head was turned away from me, and perhaps that was why I lingered in her doorway allowing my eyes to travel up and down her body without fear of reprimand.

Her legs were so smooth, now with a slight tan thanks to our time in the sun. Toned, and shapely. My pulse quickened as I gazed higher up, falling into the tiny shadows of her inner thighs. Her panties were black briefs that seemed to be pulled up a little tighter than they should be. They framed her cheeks perfectly, showcasing the perfect round globes of her buttocks. The curve of each cheek running out and around; forcing the eye to travel inwards to her loins.

Her breath suddenly caught in her throat, shaking me from my lecherous stare. She stirred, mumbled something inaudible to herself and readjusted her arms. A moment later, her heavy, even breathing continued once more as she drifted back into a deep sleep.

I backed away from the doorway, my senses suddenly on high alert. What the hell was wrong with me? I was just checking out my mother... again! I shook my head, and immediately regretted doing so as the hallway spun. Bracing myself on a wall, I slowly made my way downstairs, being ever so thankful for the coffee I knew awaited me.

Within ten minutes, I was pouring a cup when I heard the sounds of footsteps coming downstairs.

"Hey, look who's up," chimed the voice of my sister behind me. "I would love a cup, thank you."

I turned my head and smiled. "Good morning to you too," I said, seeing her there in a pink tank top and polkadot pajama pants that hung low, hugging her hips. Her hair was as disheveled as my own. I grabbed a second mug from the drying rack. Filling it up, I handed the steaming liquid to my sister.

She grabbed the mug with two hands smiling through heavy eyelids. She pursed her lips and blew across the surface. "Thanks," she said and took a loud sip. "Oh my God that's amazing... How'd you sleep?"

I took a seat at the counter of the island in our kitchen. "I was out like a light. I don't even remember getting in the room."

She laughed and sat down opposite me. "I'm not surprised; you were a pain in the ass to get up there anyway."

"So it was you."

She nodded. "Yep. Both you and mom passed out in the backseat, all snuggled up like prom dates."

I raised an eyebrow. "Prom dates, huh? Is that a thing?"

"It is now."

"Well thanks for the help," I said as I stretched my back. I could hear vertebrae crack. "You help Mom too?"

"Yes sir. She was easier but was much further gone than you." She stretched her arms up, arching her back as well. Her breasts pressed hard against the tank top, threatening to rip their way out.

I diverted my gaze back to my mug. "You might want to close the door next time when you leave," I said.

"Awe now, why would I do that?" she said, settling back down. "I wanted to make sure you had something nice to see when you woke up."

I looked up to find her smirking. "First off, gross," I said. "Second, there's nothing to see that I didn't see yesterday."

Kelly squinted. "She didn't go completely topless at the beach."

"Well she was facedown when I walked by." I said with one final sip of coffee.

She smiled broadly. "Ah ha! So you did look!"

"I never said I didn't look, I'm just saying you should close the door!" I said as I rose from the counter. "What's with you trying to get me to see mom naked anyway? It's kind of weird."

Kelly looked at her coffee, lost in the steam that curled from the dark roast. She shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I myself love to look. You got to be honest, in the last couple days she's looked fucking hot. Like, not just model hot, but naturally. It's probably always been there, but maybe I'm just noticing it now. I don't know what it is but maybe seeing her open up is kind of making me open up too." She took a deep breath, eyes now focusing on me. "I mean remember? Right there at the end of the shoot, I mean holy shit it was crazy. She almost took off her panties in front of us both! It was so crazy! Not to mention getting to actually shave her down there." She shook her head, her voice growing husky. "I never knew mom could be such a tease."

I nodded, noting her nipples hardening. "Yeah, that caught me a little off guard too."

She took a sip of her coffee, returning to the present. "And so," she continued, "After last night, and seeing moms amazing tits up close, I kinda had another wild idea. I figured the least I could do was give you a chance to see them too. Kinda like a 'Thank you' of sorts." She smiled up at me.

I tilted my head. "So as a way to say thank you for yesterday, you were going to have me see somebody else's tits?" I immediately knew the folly of my question the moment I asked.

She squinted, leaning back in her stool. "Are you saying you want me to show you my tits?" she asked. Shit.

"No-no-no-no-no! That's... That's not what I mean." I stammered.

Her smile widened. "Are you sure, cause it just sounds like you wanted to see my tits."

"No Kelly, Seriously, I don't want to see your breasts."

"Don't call them breasts, call them tits. It sounds dirtier."

"Fuck no; I'm not calling them anything. Just keep those..." I said pointing "...to yourself." I turned, rinsing my mug in the sink, trying to find a distraction to get out of this conversation. "Jesus, this whole weekend's been so fucking weird."

Creeping up behind me, Kelly continued. "Well, I guess if you want to see them, then yes, I should show them to you."

Oh shit. I put the cup in the dishwasher and turned to my sister. "Kelly, no means no. I don't want to see your tits. I don't want to see Mom's tits. You're my sister and she's our mother. And this... this is way outside of the norm."

Her eyes shined with mischief. "Who gives a fuck about the norm? This is more fun." Her wicked grin faded to soft pouting lips with soft eyes. "You know what that Big Brother? This top feels a little loose. These straps for some reason just keep falling down." Her hands played at the thin straps.

I pointed my finger at her.

"Nope! Kelly, stop that!"

She blinked her big, puppy dog eyes at me. "Stop what?" she asked letting one strap fall off her shoulder. "Oh there, you see? They're doing it again."

"Kelly..."

She continued. "I guess it's kind of good that it is it's getting really warm in here. Do you feel a little warm?" She let the second strand fall, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric clung to her top as she gripped the seat of the stool between her legs, pushing her breasts together.

"You know what, Kelly, I'm gonna' go to the other room." I said gesturing, "You do whatever you want with your breasts, tits, melons, whatever... I don't give a shit. I'll just be in there and you stay here."

Her smile returned as she leaned back and grabbed her chest. "Really? You think they're like melons?" She hoisted them up, one in each hand.

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck it. Have fun!"

She winked, "I will." But before I could leave, her eyes quickly flew to my crotch, suddenly growing wide. "Oh why hey there little guy!" she said, "Are you trying to come out to play? I have a couple friends you may enjoy." She jiggled her breasts.

I looked down, instantly shocked and embarrassed to find my jeans tenting out in front of me. Though my mind had been in discomfort, my cock was crying for joy at the prospect my sister was offering. Few things are worse than your body betraying you to your family.




Double Exposure



"God damnit Kelly!" I exclaimed as I left the kitchen, face flushed red and dignity long gone. "I don't have time for this. I got your project to work on."

"Oh shit!" she said quickly changing demeanor as she chased after me, fixing her straps as she ran. "Please let me help!"

"No, you got your boobs to worry about." I said as I picked up my computer bag and camera. My cock still cried out to me, begging to bury itself between what I'm sure were her spectacular tits.

"I'm sorry Jason, I was just teasing. I really want to see them!"

I turned to her, seeing honesty in her pleading eyes. "Alright," I said, and then pointed at her chest, "but those say inside."

"No promises," she said. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

Shaking my head, I set the laptop up on the dining table. It took a few minutes to plug everything in and boot up the machine, and longer still for all of the photos to transfer over. Finally, we were ready to go. The photos were imported and the application was live.

We scooted our chairs in tight working side-by-side, the lights in the room dimmed so as not to cast a glare on our screen.

"Here we go," I said more to myself. "Okay, there are... just over 2,500 photos in total so this may take some time."

Kelly whistled. "Wow, that many?"

I nodded, my focus locked on the screen. "Yup. You had a lot of looks." I scrolled up to the first. "What I normally do is quickly scan through the images and flag those that look promising. That way we can thin out what we want to work with. Sound good?" I looked at her. The side of her face was illuminated with a soft pale glow, enhancing her soft pale skin. She looked to me, biting her lower lip with excitement and nodded.

"All-righty then... here we go."

We scoured through the photos, reading one after the other with the most incredible scrutiny. Kelly blew me away, tackling the project with intense professionalism. She was proud of her work, and it showed. We worked like a team devouring each and every one. Approving one out of every ten. It wasn't that the other nine were horrible, even though some of them mom would find infinitely embarrassing, it's just that the other ones were nowhere near as good as those that we kept, the ones that looked like they had fallen right off a magazine page. And though the clothing was the event, the main attraction was without a doubt, our model.

She looked so natural, so playful, provocative and alluring. Never would I have guessed this was her first go around. She looked like a puppet freed from strings, opening up in ways I hadn't seen since childhood, if ever at all.

We landed on a picture of her standing in the surf sporting a yellow sun dress with the skirt cut just below mid thigh. It was flapper inspired with a low cut in the back, but that was hidden from camera. A breeze had kicked up and she had bent to stop the dress from blowing up. Eyes sparkling like the water behind her, with a large smile as she laughed.

"She wears those clothes well." I thought, and then suddenly realized I had said it out loud.

"Yes she does," Kelly almost whispered. Her mind seemed to be taking her elsewhere, just like my own. "To be honest with you, most of those are made with her in mind."

"I can tell." I flagged it and moved on. "Alright, first batch done. Now, onto the swimsuits."

"About damn time," Kelly said. I couldn't help but look at her. "...What?" she asked.

Shaking my head, I clicked the next photo.

For the most part, the emotions these shots elicited remained the same as those previous. However, there was a slight and subtle shift in the atmosphere. Her smiles were still there, yet it was almost as if their meaning had methodically changed. From joy to seduction. I had not been aware of the time how well she was obeying my suggestions, for though there was still the element of flirtatiousness, what first appeared to be someone out at the beach, turn now to the feeling of prey who lures you in.

I'd like to say we were more forgiving on these photos, but that's not the case. If anything our intent was to be more scrupulous, straining and searching for flaws. But the further in we got, the more distracted we became. After a short period time, we were so enthralled by the images; we forgot to flag them and continued clicking from one to another. Before we knew it, we stumbled across her leaning over in the light blue bikini for our hungry eyes.

Our eyes lingered on the screen, held captive by the sultry nature of the image. Her ass was presented to us in glorious detail, separated only by a thin blue sheet of fabric that did little to hide the shape of her sex. My breathing had deepened as I took her in, stared into her eyes that stared back at me. I felt like I had been wrapped in a blanket of lust. My pulse quickened and senses peaked as I felt a rush of blood travel to my groin.

"Jason are you sure you've never done boudoir before?" Kelly asked her voice heavy.

I nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm absolutely positive."

She swallowed. "I think you need to give it a shot." I could feel her breath as she leaned in closer. "Jesus, just look at her," she whispered. "If I was a dude, I'd be all over that."

"She would still be your mother."

"I don't know if that would stop me," she replied.

I shook my head, trying to snap out of this arousal that had taken over me. I prayed that Kelly's focus would remain fixed to the screen so she would not grow aware of the twitching in my pants. Each breath felt more labored as my muscles tightened. My cock strained against the confines of my jeans begging for attention.

Kelly laughed. "She's such a tease."

"Am I now?" Mom's voice suddenly echoed behind us.

We both jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion. She stood behind us with her arms crossed leaning against the entryway in a white cotton bathrobe. Her hair shimmered as if slightly wet while her skin had that glow like she just emerged from the shower. Her eyes were fixed to the computer where there, in full screen, she saw herself being lewd and mischievous.

"So that's them, huh?" she asked, never taking her eyes from the photo. "I think I look fat."

I almost fell out of my chair while Kelly burst out laughing.

"You look fine, Mom," I said. What the hell is wrong with my family?

She shrugged and walked over behind us, placing a hand on my chair and one on the table, leaning in to see the image better. Instantly, her scent washed over me. It was like vanilla and lavender, mixed into one. I strained to keep my eyes focused, but I didn't know where I could safely look. In front of me our mother appeared to be moments away from exposing her privates, while directly beside me, I could see the fold of her robe opening causing the swell of her cleavage to spill into view. A tiny droplet of water ran from a wet strand of hair, tracing the curve of her collar bone before plummeting between the valley of her breasts.

"May I?" she asked looking down at me.

I jumped in my seat, startled again from my sinful surroundings. "W-what?" I stammered. She smiled, pointed to the trackpad I was using. "Oh, it's all yours," I said standing up to allow her a seat.

She said her thanks as she sat. I stood now directly above her, hand on her chair and trying not to stare down her chest; it was one of the greatest challenges of my life.

"I'm surprised you two didn't wait for me," she said as she zoomed into the photo, focusing on the small of her back.

"I would have, but I had intended on doing a grand showing after they were all edited. Some of them aren't too flattering."

"Really?" Mom said as she panned around the image. "What about this one? Do you think this one is?" She turned around, raising an eyebrow to me.

"You're kidding right?" Kelly asked. "Mom, look at you. You're friggin' hot!"

She turned to Kelly, smiled, then back to me. "You think so too?"

I turned back to the image, but I didn't need to. "Absolutely."

Mom's smile widened and she turned back to the computer, clicking to the next image. "What can I say? You are a great photographer."

I shook my head. "I wasn't the one who made you look good. That was all you. I just capture the moment."

"You do that well," she said as four more photos flashed by on the screen, slowly growing more and more sensual. "I can't believe I did some of these," she said, covering her mouth. "What kind of mother am I?"

"The best as far as I'm concerned, Mom," Kelly said.

"I don't think I can say I'm the best. Certainly not after this one," she said clicking on the photo of her untying her top "I'd think they'd take my 'Mother of the Year' title away for that."

"I'm sure some people would actually offer it to you," I joked, though I have no idea where it came from. "Besides, we are the only ones who know you are our mother. No one else knows."

That seemed to take a weight off her shoulders.

"You do have a point," she continued to click. "Kinda makes you wonder though, doesn't it?"

Kelly and I shared a look. "What's that?" my sister asked.

Mom continued. "Makes you wonder if we've ever seen photos like ours."

"You mean like a mom modeling?" I asked.

"Maybe," she continued clicking through. "Maybe the photographer's the model's son, or daughter, or father, or mother. Maybe the subjects in the photo are related and nobody knows. It sure would change the context though, wouldn't it?" Her eyes were glued to the screen, fixed on the final image I had taken. There she was with her thumbs hooked to the bikini bottoms, slipping them down over her hips. A light sheen glowed across her skin, catching the light that trailed down her body. But our eyes stayed focused on her thin strip of hair teasing us to what lay below. The photo oozed of pure unadulterated lust.

Mom suddenly shook as if rippled by goosebumps. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth. "What am I saying? Sorry, that sounded really bad. I don't know what's come over me."

"It's fine, Mom," I said as I placed a hand on her shoulder and my finger touched the bare skin of her neck. It felt like electricity. "We're not judging".

She smiled, shook her head and looked at us. "Thanks."

Kelly beamed her playful smile. "Aren't they cool?" she pointed to the photos.

Mom nodded. "I'm blown away."

"Me too!" Kelly replied. "When do you think you'll be done?" she asked me.

I looked at the time; it was almost noon. "Let me take another look through to see which are keepers, but... I'll probably have the best done by the end of today."

"Good, then you're staying for dinner," Mom stated.

"Um, I'm not sure-"

"It's lasagna."

"I'm staying." This should require no explanation other than she makes it from scratch.

Kelly stood up, stretching once more beside me. "Dad gonna be here?"

Mom shrugged lips tight. "We'll see." She headed off to the kitchen. "I'm gonna make lunch in the mean time."

Kelly shook her head as she watched Mom leave.

"Hey Bro," she whispered, "After they're all done, can I still get copies of all of them?"

I shrugged. "I don't see why not. I'll put them in two separate folders for you."

"Me too," Mom called from the kitchen. I swear her hearing only got better over time.

"You got it," I called back taking a seat in front of the computer. It was gonna be a long day.

Chapter 5.0

Over a week had passed and I was once again between gigs. A new sushi bar was opening and needed a photographer for promo shots and menu items. I had done a few before, but I always tend to forget how sometimes, you don't really want to see the sausage being made, so to speak. But hey, the waitresses were cute and since my 'Day at the Beach', my shots have started to lean a bit more toward provocative. It was slightly strange to find yourself inspired by your mother's lewd actions and then ask the same from others. There were no underwear shots, mind you, but somehow I was able to coax the impression of desire, all with innocent smiles.

The shoot went well and the owner was ecstatic all throughout, loving my ideas and giving me free reign. The girls were great too; one in particular caught my eye. Perhaps it was how she teasingly batted her eyes, or her quirky banter, I wasn't sure. What I do know is that for the last week, I have been hungrier than ever and felt like I had been in a constant state of desire. Had I been working myself too much? I hadn't dated, let alone messed around with a woman for over a year. My hormones seemed to have suddenly kicked back into gear as if I had been reliving puberty. My cock would spring to attention at the slightest hint of sexual nature, leading me to jerk off two, sometimes three times a day. I needed to get back out there. I needed to find a girl, figure out a way to make it work or at the very least, sow some oats by plowing her field. And this little dark haired beauty; my new playful model, oh how I'd love for it to be you.

It was the perfect motivation, and it looked like I already had an in. She was laughing at my jokes, and smiling when I caught her eye. This should be a cake walk, right? Well the problem is, I don't know why, but at the end of the shoot, as soon as I turned the camera off, it's like my confidence went right out the fucking window. All the words, all the sayings I practiced in my head just minutes before, vanished. I mean I had imagined the best lines in the world, perfect scenarios that all I had to do was walk right up and say them and she'd instantly beg me to fuck her right there on the counter, regardless of who was watching. Of course I didn't really expect that to happen, but there seemed to be a part of me that felt it was within the realm of possibility.

So there I stood; my face as blank as my mind before her, and this lovely goddess is waiting for me to speak. You want to talk about awkward; this could be a case study. Nothing was said; she just smiled, waiting as I struggled to even think of what her name was. It's embarrassing but I still can't recall. And so, to save myself, I thanked her, grabbed my gear and took off.

As soon as I was in my car and done yelling at myself in the rearview mirror, I heard my phone chime with a new text. It was from Kelly.

K: Hey Big B. I submitted my portfolio and they LOVED the photos! I can't thank you enough! Thank you thank you thank you!

Well that at least brought a smile to my face. I typed out my response.

ME: No prob sis. Glad you liked.

I tapped on 'Send' and couldn't even put the phone away before she responded.

K: I didn't like them... I LOVED them. Everyone was impressed.

K: Can't wait til we do it again!

I chuckled. We'd never talked about another shoot, but why the hell not?

ME: Sure thing. Let me know when you got more to show. It was fun.

I was about to put the phone away when she replied back.

K: Will do.

Then...

K: I'm bored. What you doin?

ME: Just got in my car. Had a session at that new place on Pine St.

K: What new place?

ME: Its a sushi bar. The food's good.

K: That's cool. How'd it go?

ME: Fine.

ME: Actually better than fine. It went great but I'm a little out of it.

K: What's up?

I stared at the screen in the muted silence of my car. Fuck it.

ME: Nothing really. I just choked in front of this girl.

K: Like on the sushi?

ME: No not on the sushi.

ME: I wanted to ask her out and couldn't for some reason. I think I panicked.

K: LOL!!!!!!

K: You're kidding!

K: Oh man shouldn't you have that down at your age?

My eyes were spitting darts at the screen.

ME: Wow. Thank you for your support.

K: awwwwwwwwwwe come on. I'm just joking.

K: Was she cute?

ME: Yeah. She was one of the main girls I worked with.

K: one of the models huh? look at you mr photographer.

ME: You're forgetting I bombed miserably.

K: Yeah, but you were trying for it. What was she like? Why her?

I shrugged to myself then typed my response.

ME: She was cute and fun. Took a little bit for her to open up to the camera though.

K: Go on.

ME: I don't know. She was funny and kinda sassy. She kinda teased me at times which I thought was a good sign.

ME: Pretty eyes. It was like she'd look straight at me through the lens.

K: Kinda like Mom did?

ME: I don't know, maybe. She wasn't as crazy as Mom, that's for sure.

K: So why now? I thought you didn't have time for the ladies? ;)

ME: Not sure really. It's just been a crazy week.

K: ...

K: Been thinking about the photo shoot with Mom, huh?

ME: ... yeah, sure. A little bit. Why?

K: Nothin. I've kinda been a bit worked up this whole week myself.

K: Mom too, I think.

ME: why do you say that?

K: ... promise not to freak out?

ME: No, but tell me anyway.

There was a pause... and then:

K: I caught her getting herself off.

My eyes went wide and I brought the phone to my chest, suddenly concerned for prying eyes in the solitude of my car. I chided myself and responded.

ME: What? When?!

K: yesterday morning. I got up early and went downstairs and she was on the computer with her back to me.

K: I thought she was just shopping or something but she suddenly let out this MOOOOOAAAAN.

ME: She was looking at porn?!?

K: Yup!

ME: LOL Holy shit!

The image suddenly filed my head of me standing in Kelly's shoes, creeping around the corner to find that sight. Just the idea brought with it the familiar sensation of my cock beginning to stiffen.

ME: What did you do?

K: Nothing. I just stood there. It looked like she had one hand feeling her tit she used the other to click her mouse ;).

K: She had her legs spread wide. It was so hot!

My cock was crying from my pants, begging to be released.

ME: You're so bad. Getting turned on by Mom.

K: I know! It's so nasty! But god it got me wet. Shit I still am just thinking about it!

My blood began to burn through my body as if it were pure fire.

ME: whoa there TMI.

I said, though only half meant it.

K: oh come on. You can't tell me that it's not a sexy image. You'd have been hard as a fucking flag pole if you saw her.

K: I bet you're hard right now. Are you?

ME: That's a little personal.

K: Why? you already know I'm wet.

K: Just tell me about your cock. It's hard, isn't it.

K: Come on Big Brother ;). Don't be shy now.

This was insane. My fingers trembled as I typed my one word response.

ME: ... maybe.

K: I FUCKING KNEW IT!

K: Is it wrong that this is turning me on more?

ME: YES!

K: Too bad. You're still in the car huh?

ME: yeah. Why?

K: I was just thinking that it's too bad. I'm at home so I can at least take care of my business.

K: you get to sit there in public with a boner and do nothing about it.

ME: first off, TMI. Second, that's mean.

K: What? I'm just saying it kinda sucks for you.

K: Me, I get to play with my kitty right away.

K: Its so nice.

ME: Please tell me you're not doing it right now.

K: ... maybe.

K: ;)

ME: Okay, this is getting too to be a bit too much.

K: Awe come on and play a little.

ME: No, I need to go anyway. Don't get me wrong, the thought of texting with my little sister while she fingers herself is tough to pass up.




Double Exposure



ME: that was sarcasm by the way.

K: I don't think it was.

K: But fine.

K: Oh, were you coming by for family dinner this weekend?

ME: I'll be there.

K: Good.

K: See you then!

ME: Take care sis.

K: Will do. I got a kitty to feed. Go easy on your trouser snake!

I rolled my eyes as I tossed my phone in the passenger seat. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing so hard I almost thought my heart had relocated.

The car was started and in a flash, I was home, pants around my ankles and cock in hand. And as I squeezed my flesh, coaxing out my sweet release, I kept telling myself to imagine the waitress; stripping off her clothes with pouting lips and begging for my cum. Yet no matter how hard I tried, each time I closed my eyes my imagination was corrupted with thoughts of my sister's wet and hungry pussy, and the more it happened, the crippling sense of shame slowly began to fade.

Chapter 6.0

The next two days stumbled by on my calendar, drawing me closer and closer to our Family Dinner night. The time itself passing felt like an eternity. My senses were dulled, yet heightened at the same time. It was like I had been stumbling around my flat like a zombie in puberty. My libido had never felt like this, not even in high school. All thoughts had continually drifted to the opposite sex and two of these members in particular; as my conscience stayed with its losing battle to keep me cool like the last iceberg in heated waters; slowly but surely melting away until there was nothing.

What was I going to say when I faced them? How can I look my own mother and sister in the eye when they had been the root of my carnal fantasies for the last few days? What could I do, or should I do for that matter? This is my blood, relations, relatives. There are laws both written and moral that state that acting on these desires is the most forbidden of acts. And yet, the more my mind pondered the morality of these unions, the more I found myself craving to know what it would feel like. Imagine how intense it would be to experience the darker side of love making for that's exactly what it was; making love, but in such a way that it instantly became my deepest and darkest fantasy.

So where then is the transition from fantasy to reality? What would it take and would I dare take the risk? Any action would require reciprocation from either party, and what if it was not met in likeness? I would expose myself then and be completely vulnerable. I would be humiliated, possibly shunned, and if made public, well, that would be the end of everything. Though that is the extreme, and I doubt very much it would lead in that direction. As a matter of fact, there was an ever growing possibility that we may all be in the same boat. But if that were the case, and this ever growing powder keg were to finally blow, we would need some sort of catalyst to be the final touch... And leave it to my father to provide.

"Check out my new gadget!" he said as I walked in the house that Sunday night. He stood over the dining room table with piles of cardboard and plastic while cradling a new Digital SLR. His fingers adjusted the dials with giddy excitement.

"Wow, Pops! That's awesome!" I said as I eyed the familiar device. "I didn't know you needed a new one."

"Neither did I, but your mother picked it up for me. I think it is the same model as yours."

It was.

"Timing couldn't be better," he continued as he squinted his eyes and looked through the viewfinder.

"Why's that?"

"Got an early flight to China tomorrow morning. I have to audit one of the manufacturing facilities." He powered off the camera and placed it in a red camera bag. At no point in time did he make eye contact with me. "Last minute notice."

"Yeah, I'd say so. How long you gonna be gone?"

"Just the week. Be back on Saturday, jet-lagged as all hell, I'm sure."

"Probably," I said. "Where is Mom anyway?"

He nodded over to the kitchen. "She just picked up Chinese and is in there with Kelly."

"Chinese food before China?" I asked, noting the irony.

"Yup." His tone lacked any sense of enthusiasm, and then in a hushed voice, "She's kinda' in a mood."

"Thanks for the heads up," I said as I turned to leave, and then stopped in the doorway. "Are you not coming?"

He shook his head. "I've got to finish packing up then hit the sack. We'll chat next week, I promise." I turned to leave again but he stopped me this time.

"Oh, and can you tell your mom I'll be sleeping downstairs on the futon in Kelly's workspace." He could sense my confusion. "She's such a light sleeper that I don't want to wake her when I leave. You know how it is."

With that, he went back to his work with his back to me leaving me with nothing to do but finally leave the room. As I entered the kitchen I found Kelly and Mom sitting at the kitchen counter eating Chinese food out of To-Go boxes. Both girls dressed casually, Kelly in a green spaghetti-strap tank top and black yoga pants and Mom in a cute gray summer dress.

"If it isn't my two favorite ladies," I said as I approached from behind.

They both turned and smiled up at me, Kelly while slurping up a long noodle.

"Hi Baby," Mom said standing up and kissing me on the cheek. Kelly remained seated as she stretched her arms high asking for a hug with chow mein and chopsticks still in hand. I reached down and squeezed her tight.

Mom motioned to the surplus of white boxes. "Help yourself. I think Beef with Broccoli is that one over there," she said pointing to a box. "I may have splurged a bit too much."

"Mom, you always get too much," said Kelly.

"I second that," I said as I picked up some food and a box of my own.

"At least you kids never went hungry."

I smiled. "You got us there," I said as I took a large bite. "So Dad's going to Ch..." I started to say between chews but stopped the moment I saw Kelly's eyes go wide and she shook her head.

Mom sighed. "Yes, flights tomorrow at 5AM" she said as she moved the contents of her box around without reason. "He's packing up now."

"Sorry," I said. "Is this a thing right now?" A tension seemed to fill the air.

She relaxed a bit. "No, it's fine. It is what it is." She shrugged as she set her food down before taking a deep sip of her wine.

"The camera was nice. What's the occasion?"

This time she shook her head. "No occasion," she said looking at me. "Just wanted to do something nice." She smiled, though I couldn't tell if it was sincere. Regardless, I returned the grin.

"Well it was," I said then felt the immediate need to change the subject. "Kelly tell you the good new yet?"

Mom laughed then rolled her eyes; this was genuine. "About the shoot? That's all I've been hearing about for the last week."

"Uh-uh. We've talked about other things," Kelly defended, though she began to grow uncertain. "I'm sure we have. We've talked about Jason a bunch."

"What?" I asked, mouth full of food once more. "What about me?"

Kelly deflated a bit. "I told her about your cold feet at the sushi place."

"You did what?" My eyes were wide. "Why would you-"

"It's not her fault, Jason," Mom said calmly. "I might have coaxed it out of her."

"I don't... Why did..." I stammered, too many questions coming at me at once.

"It doesn't matter," Mom said. "To be honest with you, we were more confused than anything else. I mean two weeks ago, at the shoot, you were so confident and driven. Very..." Her eyes were without focus as she searched for words. "... very masculine. Basically I did almost everything you asked. You were totally in charge. You knew what you wanted and what you needed and you took it. You were in your element. So, naturally, we were confused because it didn't seem like you."

My eyes went back and forth from my mother and sister. "Thank you ladies. Now I'm thoroughly embarrassed."

"Oh hush, you're fine," Mom said as she threw a napkin at me. Kelly just giggled as she slipped a glistening mushroom into her mouth and winked.

"Well that's nice." I said, setting down a now empty box. "It's good to know that my dating life or lack thereof, is a great conversation topic for my family. Really reassuring."

Mom raised an eyebrow. "I sense sarcasm," she said sarcastically. Kelly started giggling again. I then noticed the near empty bottle of red beside them.

"Jason, it's cool. If you can't talk about it with us, then who with?" my dear sister asked. "I've already told you all of my... most of my secrets." Her eyes had that same glimmer than I had started to become familiar with over the last few weeks.

Reluctantly, I said "Okay, fine. Suggestions?"

They shared a look, and then Mom spoke. "We just think you should start in your comfort zone. From what I hear, you were not shy behind the camera. It was when you stepped in front of it that you lost your nerve. You want something from a girl; ask her when you feel in control."

Kelly nodded. "I'm with Mom on that."

I looked between these two ladies once more and shrugged my shoulders. "Alright," I said. "I'll give it a shot sometime."

Smiles crossed their faces and for a moment, they looked like twins.

"Good," our mother said as her eyes darted to the microwave clock. "Now, the night is young and we don't have to be up at the butt crack of dawn so you guys up for a movie?"

"Sounds like fun," Kelly said.

"I'm down," I replied in turn.

"Great! I'll just clean all this up real quick while you kids go choose one from the cabinet." She began to rise, but I stopped her.

"I got this, Mom. You and Kelly pick something out and I'll join you in a second."

"You don't have to-"

"I know, but I insist." I held my ground. "Go, and grab and open the bottle I brought. You two galls killed the last one, I see."

Her eyes looked up at me, sparkling and bright.

"Thank you, Jason." She leaned in and kissed my cheek again. I could still feel the warmth of her lips as she pulled away.

The girls left the kitchen, leaving me to my duties. It wasn't too bad. Just like we said, there was more left over than eaten, so most went in the fridge. I quickly cleared the counter, wiped the surface and brought the empty containers and trash over to the can. I opened the lid then stopped, my eyes settling on something within.

Resting on a crushed, empty cereal box was a small pink shopping bag with letters printed with glitter. It too was crushed and empty, but a small piece of paper was sticking out the top. Curiosity got the best of me as I reached into the bin and withdrew the paper.

I held in my hands a receipt, barely faded but printed with today's date. It was from a lingerie boutique found in our mall. My eyes scanned the receipt made to a Lucy Jones, my mother, and on it she had purchased a black garter belt set with bra and panties. Instantly my imagination took over as I pictured my mother in a wide of poses all equally undressed, sporting her new night wear in all her glory. My dark and forbidden desire was coming back as my pulse began to quicken just picturing it. And then, a realization hit me.

The day after the photo shoot, mom requested a copy of the photos. Not just the photos that would be used for the portfolio, but all of them, knowing very well that it would include the more sultry moments of our shoot.

According to Kelly, Mom has been acting different for the last week, so sexually wound up that she was caught masturbating to online pornography with Kelly in the house.

Dad just received a new digital camera, the exact same model as mine and mom just purchased a seductive set of lingerie.

Looks like none of us walked away from that photo shoot unscarred. Mom was so turned on by being the focus of the attention that she is trying to re-live the experience through a more provocative means. And based on Dad's response to the camera, Mom probably didn't even get the chance to tell him about the lingerie before he dropped the China bomb on her.

And just like that, the solution for our puzzle started to come together. They want me to be more assertive, and I can't argue with that. Mom needs to be the center of attention, yet directed into action. But what about Kelly? My shadow during the shoot. The one who has been getting off on taunting and teasing me for the past week. My sister who soaked her panties by watching our mother pleasure herself. I had a suspicion, but needed to test the waters.

I discarded the trash into the bin, throwing with it the receipt that I had been holding and closed the lid. I washed my hands, catching my own darkened reflection in our window over the sink. It was like looking at a shady version of myself, but still an image of what I was, or was becoming. I stood straighter and my focus was determined. It was like staring into my subconscious and witnessing the beginning of a new path being trekked. This was going to be something new and I now felt ready.

Our father was nowhere to be seen when I joined the girls in the living room. Kelly was sprawled across the love seat clicking through our movie channels while mom relaxed beside her on the sofa. Three glasses of wine were waiting on the coffee table, only one of them was still full.

"We were wondering when you were gonna show up," Kelly exclaimed as she continued her search.

"Sorry," I replied, taking a seat on the floor, "Kinda got caught up in something. Anything yet?"

"Nooo," her voice was filled with disappointment. "Nothing to get too excited over."

I reached down and grabbed my glass, eyeing Dad's red camera bag sitting all by itself on the table in the adjacent room. I took a big sip, feeling my concerns and hesitations begin to melt away.

I took a deep breath. "So Mom, I never heard what you thought of Kelly's photos. You got your copies, right?"

"Oh absolutely," she began. "Kelly gave them to me last Monday. They were so amazing. I am so proud of you." Her smile lit up the room, as she settled into the couch with her legs crossed tightly and holding her glass with two hands.

I beamed in response, my own cheeks reddening. "Thanks, it really means a lot to me. I had probably the best model ever." I took a seat on the other end of her couch, leaning back into the corner.

"Oh stop it." This time her cheeks blushed. "I was just having fun."

"We could tell," Kelly chimed in, leaving the television on some late night comedy channel which was ignored by us all.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" I said taking another sip. "Actually, I'm kinda' curious... Would you be interested in doing another shoot sometime? I feel like it's great practice for me."

She smiled and shifted in her seat. "Of course I would. Any way I could support you I will."

Kelly tilted her head. "I don't have anything that is ready right now though. I put all my work into the one we just did."

I nodded. "That's true, but I was thinking it didn't have to be a fashion shoot but maybe something different. Something that might be new and fun and would help me out a little."

My sister's eyes narrowed as Mom asked the question.

"What were you thinking?"

"So, both of you were just talking about how I am very comfortable behind the camera, like, that's my zone. And when it comes to relationships, there needs to be away that I can merge the two together. To somehow bring more intimacy into my photography." I swallowed and continued. "And so, because I trust you both implicitly, I figured you would be an incredible resource for me to stretch my legs and try something more... provocative."

Mom took sip as Kelly now asked her question.

"More provocative? Like what?"

"I would say kinda like what you asked in the car a while back. I think I should start dabbling in boudoir."

"Seriously?" Kelly's eyes narrowed.

I nodded.

Silence filled the room as the two leaned back, their faces reflected no emotion.

"So you want our input?" Mom asked.

"I was actually hoping for your participation... as my model."

She took a deep breath, leaning back as she recrossed her legs.

"Jason, I don't think-"

"Before you say anything," I interrupted, "Let at least tell you why."

"... Okay," she said slowly nodding. "Go ahead."

"Thanks Mom," I said as I leaned forward. "For the past couple weeks, I've been continually reflecting on our shoot. I know we all had a great time, because it was just that: a great time! We trusted each other, it was fun, and we got great shots out of it too." Their eyes were fixed to me listening to each word with intense fixation.

"Now I know we are all aware it started taking an interesting turn in the end, but the more I have thought about it, I feel I was starting to tap into something else, something that's obviously a bit more risky. I mean..." I was struggling to find the right words. "What I'm trying to say is that I want to explore a different avenue or direction here. Something that can elicit new emotions, cause hey, that's what photos do. So I know this sounds weird, and probably inappropriate, but the way I see it, it isn't that different from the photo shoot we just did. It just has different... subtext, so to speak. And to do that, well, I need a model and an assistant and I can't imagine anyone better than the two of you."

The air was thick with tense silence as they pondered the words. Kelly's eyes turned back and forth from Mom to me, eager to hear her thoughts.

Our mother swirled her glass and took a deep sip. "Before I say yes or no... What did you have in mind?" She settled her eyes on me as she leaned back into the couch.

I could feel my cheeks flush. "Something simple. Something that would appear intimate."

"You're being awfully vague," she said, "I know you have a specific idea of what you want."

She knows me well. I felt a sheepish grin cross my face.

"I do. I was thinking underwear or lingerie."

"Lingerie? That could be pretty bold." Her eyebrow raised but her even tone remained the same.

"I guess. It really depends on the kind."

She looked back to her glass deep in thought watching the wine spinning around the crystal bowl. Her cheeks still red and growing deeper in color.

Her chest rose as she took a breath. "I don't know... I don't think it would be appropriate."

"I know, it sounds weird and I totally understand how you feel. Thing is, it's not like you are going to be exposing yourself or anything. I'm not looking for nudie pics. Just... it'd be kinda like the bikini shots. Same thing; just different story."

She didn't look up. Her face was unreadable.

"It would mean a lot to me, Mom," I continued. "I can't think of anyone better who I trust and who could capture what I'm looking for. I need your free spirit. I need your expressions along with your willingness to experiment, your drive, your understanding, and your patience. You're my perfect model. I need you, Mom." This was my last leg, and I still wasn't sure what I was doing.

The tension in the air was thick, hanging heavy like a curtain as Kelly and I looked at our mother with rich anticipation. She shook her head then finished the remainder of her glass.

"Fuck it," She shrugged. "I better get Mother of the year for this." She leaned forward, setting her glass on the coffee table. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the top of her dress. "So when and where, stud?"

Kelly's smile was bigger than I had ever seen it as I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"Honestly, I was thinking it would be best if it was in a bedroom; perhaps a large one with a kingsize bed and a large vanity mirror."

It only took a moment to realize what I was describing. "My room?"

I nodded.

"I guess saying it might be a bit too personal would be out... When?"

Another deep breath and stood up. "How about now?"




Double Exposure



"Right now?" She was taken aback. "But your father-"

"He's downstairs fast asleep. Early flight, remember?"

Her mood seemed to change as she shifted in her seat. "I do." Her clothes somehow seemed to grow tighter. "Do you have your camera?" she asked looking up at me with her large almond eyes.

"No," I said, sensing suddenly their collective disappointment. "But I do have a camera."

Confusion showed upon their faces up until my eyes settled on Dad's red camera bag sitting just in the other room.

"You want to use Dad's camera?" Kelly asked bewildered. "What a way to break it in."

"It's the same as mine, and I'll just load the photos on my laptop which is in the car. Plus, I want to take advantage of this opportunity."

"And what opportunity is that, son?" Mom asked, her voice seemed rich with honey.

I smiled. "You said yes."

She smiled, her lips stained red by wine. "Okay then," she said, standing slowly and picked up her glass. She walked to the wine cabinet with a natural sway from her hips, grabbed a bottle and turned. "Come up in ten minutes," she said before leaving me and my stunned sister.

Kelly's eyes were bright and her mouth agape.

"Oh my god I can't believe you asked her to do that! I can't believe she said yes!" she whispered as our mother's footsteps trailed up the stairs. "I can't believe you did that! What's gotten into you Big Brother?"

"Just going with my gut now," I said hearing the door close upstairs and turned my attention to my dear, dear sister.

"Are you in?" I asked.

She shook her head, uncertain. "In for what?"

"I want your help with this. You are part of the reason I'm in this mess so I think it is only natural for you to be my bounce again."

She stood, bringing her face close to mine so her voice could turn to husky whisper. "I know you have something up your sleeve and I am all in." I could sense heat coming off her body as she laid her hand lightly on my forearm. "... and if this goes anything like last time... I might need you to be as well."

She pulled back, still looking up at me with lust filled baby doll eyes as she bit her lower lip.

Chapter 7.0

Mother was still in the bathroom as Kelly and I began to set up, my eyes already scanning the room. It had a perfect balance of modern and antique. It was large and well lit with a soft white light pouring out of two large paper lamps on both sides of the king size bed. Kelly began unpacking the bounce leaving the bags beside a brown wingtip chair opposite the bed.

"Why don't you go check on Mom?" I asked of Kelly as I began prepping the settings on the camera, my eye now fixed in the view finder as I knelt, focused the camera and began snapping at different corners of the room.

"Sure thing," she said, standing up and walking to the bathroom. Her ass passed right into my field of view, framed brilliantly in those glorious yoga pants. I couldn't resist taking a picture.

Kelly didn't miss a stride as she looked over her shoulder with a smirk and then disappeared in the bathroom.

What the hell was I doing? It was so certain surreal; setting up a photo shoot, a boudoir photo shoot, to which my mother would be in the main subject while my sister assisted. As far as lines go, this would certainly be crossing it already, but the baser side of me, my carnal and twisted id was begging for me to push the limits to find where my desires would be satiated. Yet I could not ponder long for within moments Kelly returned, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"Whoa," she said, "She is totally ready." Kelly grabbed the reflector and stood next to me. "Are you?"

I held her gaze in my eyes, already my pulse was thundering through my veins as I nodded. Kelly smiled, taking a deep breath then passed behind me as I looked to the bathroom door.

"Ready when you are, Mom," I called.

My breath caught in my throat as she rounded the corner.

She stood in the doorway backlit from the light that oozed out of the bathroom. She wore the very same outfit that I could tell she purchased earlier. It was a black bra and thong with a silky black garter belt and stockings finishing it off with a set of high heel pumps. She was sexier than I could've ever hoped for, blowing away any of my expectations. Though still, I could see behind her eyes lay uncertainty.

"You okay?" I asked.

She hesitated, fighting the urge to cover herself.

"I feel a little exposed," she said holding the doorframe. "This is nothing like with the swim suits."

I looked back to Kelly as a new thought came to me.

"What if we were to even out the playing field a little?" I asked. Both girls looked at me in confusion.

I continued, "If it would help, I could strip down a little, and maybe even Kelly too if she's willing." I nodded toward my sister who was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

Mom's uncertainty was growing. "I don't know. Maybe this is a little too much..."

"No Mom, it's fine," Kelly said as she dropped the bounce. Before either I or our mother could respond, she had already peeled off her pants leaving herself in pink bikini panties and the halter top. She shucked the pants to the side. "Sorry, no bra so that's as far as I can go," she said while juggling her breasts in the most nonchalant manner.

This was some kind of night.

"You're up Bro," Kelly said. I looked over and saw Mom smiling, her eyebrows raised, as if now daring me to do the same.

I rolled my eyes and said "Fuck it."

Off came my shirt, shoes and socks leaving me in just my jeans in front of my scantily clad family. I couldn't help but blush as I heard Mom whistle from the doorway.

"Thanks," I joked, this time I was the one to roll their eyes. "I'll take that to mean you are feeling better."

She smiled and raised her arms higher up the doorframe, stretching her body out as if she were already being shot.

"Now remember, if you are uncomfortable, let me know. This is just to be an exercise."

She nodded.

"And I believe it goes without saying that none of this ever gets back to your father."

Kelly and I both nodded.

She smiled.

"Well then Mr. Photographer... Where would you like me?" she asked leaning against the frame once more, this time sliding one of her legs against the other.

I swallowed, struggling to find my voice. It came. "Let's start on the bed."

She sat on the end atop the white comforter, facing us. I turned to Kelly as she smiled, crouching down and positioning the bounce to catch the light the way I had shown her. Her nipples pressed with fury against her top threatening to rip through. My own cock again stirring as the gravity of what was about to happen begin to sink in.

Show time.

I brought the camera up to my eye.

"Let's start with you sitting up straight. Legs together but your feet apart."

"Like this?" She did just that, staring straight at me, posed as if the embodiment of every man's desire.

"Perfect!"

"Now bring your hands to your knees keeping your arms straight... That's it. Amazing, absolutely stunning."

My fingers worked their magic clicking away and changing settings.

"Now give me a pout. Nice. Now tease me a little..." and she did. At first by blowing a kiss, then running her tongue across her lips. "Now spread your legs, but just a tad. Remember you are teasing the camera. Tease the viewer."

And she did, pouting, licking, blowing kisses, all while letting our eyes run up her thighs to her panties.

"Beautiful. Now spread them a little wider." Her knees where now a foot apart.

"Wider," I instructed. She spread them now two feet, then three. Her hands began to rub up and down her thighs as her chest began to rise and fall in deep breaths, yet at all times, keeping her focus fixed on the camera lens.

My eyes darted over her body, displayed yet hidden in such an erotic tease. Her hands softly moving up and down her glorious thighs; sliding against her tight skin leaving a trail of goosebumps rippling up her body. The fabric of her panties holding tight against her mound with just a hint of transparency, though not enough to show what was beneath. Yet still, my eyes would linger, captivated by the area where the soft skin of her inner thighs meet the curve of her pelvis.

Her breasts would heave with deep breaths; the kind that drew her taught stomach in and out. Each one appeared to threaten to cause her cleavage to spill out of the brassiere, aided by the fact she would occasionally roll her shoulders, thrusting her chest out further still.

It was surreal to say the least, this forbidden show in front of me while hearing only the sound of heavy breathing and the click, click, click of my shutter with every picture captured.

I could see her fingers beginning to knead her skin as she bit her bottom lip looking at us.

"How you doin' Mom?" I asked, still shooting away.

"I'm good, baby." She said. "How's it looking?"

"Amazing," Kelly replied, her voice crackled as if coming out of a dry throat.

I smiled. "Couldn't agree more." I rotated to portrait. "You look incredible. Sexiest woman I've ever shot."

"Really?" she asked, though it didn't sound like a question. She took her hands off her thigh and placed them both between her legs on the bed, her arms now squeezing her breasts together.

I couldn't click fast enough.

"Absolutely." My fingers were a blur. "That's hot! Hold that pose for a moment. Excellent. Now open your mouth a little like you are letting out a moan."

And she did; only she really did moan. A soothing, and sensual sound that had my cock throbbing.

It was like we were watching another woman, or at least the one she was meant to be now breaking free once more. Her inhibitions sliding away, subsiding to this primal creature that has been longing for release.

"Perfect," I said softly. "Now slide one hand up your stomach then cup your breast." I could hardly believe the words came from my mouth, but they did and she obliged without a second thought. What I didn't expect was for her to place the other right over her pussy with her middle finger pressing into the cleft.

"Damn," I breathed, now at full mast and straining against the seams of my jeans. "That's so fucking hot, Mom." I said as I caught her eyes shifting to my condition. Her hand squeezed her tit.

"Does that bra clasp in the front or the back?" I asked.

"Front," She said.

"Undo the clasp but hold the cups to your breasts." God I wanted to see her.

Her hands moved to between her tits, clapping at a hook and then snapping free. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her slowly bare the skin between her breasts.

She held the cups against her skin, waiting for direction.

"Show me," I commanded.

And just like that, she pulled the bra away revealing the most flawless breasts I had ever seen. The nipples were hard and brown against her pale skin. They were firm yet had that perfect amount of sag. I was speechless as she shrugged her shoulders and bra fall behind her.

My mouth felt dry as I finally remembered to take a breath.

"Now I want you to stand up," I commanded. "I want you against the wall with your back to us and lean from the hips."

She smiled and rose and with a purposeful sway to her hips, crossed the room to a nearly bare wall. She leaned forward, placing her hands against the way and presenting her marvelous ass to us. She looked at me over her shoulder, awaiting instructions as she rolled her hips from side to side.

"Perfect." I continued, snapping away. "How you feeling?"

She closed her eyes and purred. "Slutty."

"Good, now put a foot on that stool and unclasp the garter."

And she did, slowly. First the left, then the right.

"Now slide the garter down bending at the hips."

She crossed her legs, and bent over, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushed her perfect ass to us as she slid the garter over her hips and down her long legs. Once gravity could take over, they fell the remainder of the way, letting her step out of the tiny shards of fabric; leaving her in only her panties and stockings.

I continued to shoot.

"Turn around," I said.

She did. Her back pressed to the wall and her hands began to explore her body.

"Grab your hair," I told her. "Now with your other hand, grab your breast. Good. Now pinch your nipple."

A low moan through gritted teeth escaped her mouth as she did just that. Her legs pressed together, rubbing back and forth against each other.

"Now look at me and cup your breasts with both hands as if you are offering them to me."

"Like this?" She pressed her tits together with one finger on each nipple, circling the nub and stimulating her like an electric shock. Tiny beads of sweat began to drip down between her mounds.

"Is this exciting you?" I asked knowing very well the answer.

"Mm-hmmm," She cooed, her eyes shut as she continued to toy with her nipples. "It reminds me of something I long forgot."

"What's that?" I asked.

She opened her eyes and released her tits.

"It reminds me how much I love having a man's cock right here," she said running her middle finger down her chest, between her heaving globes.

"You like that, huh?" I asked.

"Oh god yes," she breathed. "I really do. I love making a man hard and feeling it pressing against me." Her eyes once more darted down to my concealed erection, pulsating and begging for release.

It was getting harder and harder to maintain control. Time to move forward.

"Put your hands on your hips and loop your thumbs in the waistband of your panties."

She tilted her head, concealing a smirk and followed my directions.

"Now pull them down an inch like you're teasing us."

She did just that only pulling them away from her side as she swayed back and forth; first the left then the right. Each time hinting like she was about to show us more than we had asked. Then they lowered, stopping just as we saw a wisp of hair.

And now the gamble.

"Take them off," I commanded and heard Kelly's breath catch in anticipation.

Without a missing a beat, our mother pushed her wet panties down unveiling her pussy to me for the first time, glistening and gaping with a small patch of hair.

She stood there naked, displaying her body to both of her horny children clad in nothing but stockings, pumps, and a look of pure carnal hunger. I had played my hand, but had not called the game.

"Come back to the bed," I told her. She did just that, sitting on the edge and immediately spreading her legs wide. I got closer, standing now between her legs and shooting down. My clad hardon now right in front of her, but she never broke my gaze.

"What now?" She asked, biting her lip and playing her role well.

"I want you to reach down and touch yourself, but keep looking at me," I said.

She shivered as one hand snaked down her body and her breath catching as her fingers trailed over her clit.

I could smell her. The scent was intoxicating to say the least. I felt like I could taste her in the air, that tangy yet sweet flavor of a woman.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she gasped. "It's so, sooo nasty." Her hips were now gyrating as she began to pleasure herself.

"I think you like being nasty," I said, now kneeling down and getting a close up view of the action.

"Maybe," she moaned as her finger circled her gaping folds. Her lower lips were swollen and parted, oozing with a hunger to be filled.

"Show me your pussy," I said to her.

Her eyes were closed. "You can already see it."

"I know I can see it," I said, now my voice growing stern as I set the camera to the side. "I want you to spread the lips with one hand and really show it to me."

There was a brief moment of hesitation. Perhaps I had gone too far, pushed her out of her comfort zone altogether. But then her hand reached down and with her middle and index finger, she pulled the edges of her womanhood wide open, allowing me to gaze into her pink, moist depths.

I could see her pulsating, feel her eyes on me watching her expose herself so intimately. It looked so warm, so inviting. So much so that I had to take it one step further.

"Stay here," I told my mother as I stood up between her legs. I turned from her, a look of confusion on her face as I handed the camera to Kelly.

"You know how to work this?" I asked, her own expression matching our mother's.

"Yeah, kinda." Her eyes now narrowing.

"Just keep it on Auto then and stay focused on her," I said pointing to Mom who had begun to grow conscious of her nudity. "I will tell you where to shoot from. This is still my project."

"Okay?" she replied.

I could see she would need minor direction. "Start over there, and get level with Mom. Remember, keep her in focus."

"Jason," Mom called out, "What's going on?" She began to cover herself.

I turned back to her, free from the camera and now standing between her legs again as she looked up to me.

"I want to try something different now." I looked in her eyes. "I want to try a couple's shoot."

Her skin flushed and I could see her poorly covered nipples stiffen again at the thoughts that coursed through her mind.

"With me?" She asked. "You want to shoot this with me? Jason, I really don't think that I can do this anymore-."

I interrupted "You can. It will be fine. We won't do anything weird. Nothing overtly sexual, just simulation. Just pretend. It's all a big tease for the camera." My voice was stern, calming. I could see her arms lowering slightly.

"But with you?" She asked. "...Why?"

"... Because I want to," I said. "I trust you and I love you and right now, I want nothing more than to be with you in this, or more for you to be with me."

"But I'm your mother..." her chest was beginning to rise and fall with each breath as her eyes began focusing once more on the bulge in my pants.

"The camera won't know."

"But I'll know." Her eyes were locked on my clad member.

"As will I, and so will Kelly. But I don't care about that right now."

"You don't." She looked up at me.

I shook my head.

"Are you still my model?" I asked her.

She nodded, her eyes burning with lust.

"Do you trust me?"

She nodded again, this time biting her lip gently.

"Good. Then unbuckle my pants."

The words seemed to hang in the air, echoing in my own ears as I waited for her to act. And then, just like that, I watched her arms fall from her chest as her hands reached out for my waist. Her fingers grabbed onto my belt pulling me closer, the tips sliding between my jeans and skin causing the hairs of my navel to brush against her skin. She undid the clasp, and then began to pull the belt all the way out and tossed it to the side. Her hands reached forward again, this time undoing my button then grasping the zipper and slowly pulling down, easing the pressure that had been building in my pants.

"Oh Baby," she purred seeing now my member still sheathed behind my boxer shorts but now being able to see the shape of my manhood up close.

My pants were pulled down to my knees before her hands dashed back up to the hem of my boxers. But before she did anything, she looked up again.

"May I?" She asked, batting her eyes at me sweetly.

"Please do," I said.

With a smirk, she pulled the hem forward, slipping the waistband over the crown of my engorged cock, and then gently slid them lower, the elastic squeezing the underside of my shaft the entire way. Pre-cum had begun to seep its way from my tip, beading up into a small pearl that shimmered in the light. My mother sat, naked in front of me, mouth agape and staring at my cock in all of its glory as my sister was snapping away; capturing each passing moment of this taboo scene.

"Oh my god, Jason," Mother whispered as she took in the sight.

I don't know if I've ever been this hard. The skin on my cock felt like it was being pulled tight, the crown red and throbbing and pointing straight at my mother. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her hair and shove my cock between her panting lips... But not yet.




Double Fantasy



I had been trying to catch up with her for almost two miles. When I first spotted her she was almost a hundred yards ahead of me on the winding trail through the forest. Now the gap had narrowed to about five yards. And there was no doubt she knew I was there. During the last quarter mile she had sped up considerably. It was difficult for me to match her speed. It is a game runners often play when they realize another runner is coming up behind them. The challenge is unspoken and uncalled for. Yet consciously the silent gauntlet is thrown down and an unofficial race begins. 

She was stretching my limits. I was chasing a woman who was obviously in very good physical condition. And it showed. Her body was beautiful. Her muscles were toned and well defined. Indeed, the reason I had put in so much effort to catch up was for the purpose of checking her out more closely. From a distance she was a blonde wearing tight black shorts and a black top. She looked good. But up close, she looked magnificent. Her firm, round ass was delightfully inviting as it gyrated with the long smooth strides of her nimble silky legs. I was becoming quite excited watching her and the exertion, the sweat, and the heavy breathing all served to magnify my arousal. 

Finally, I was able to close the gap completely. I was running side by side with her. 

"Hello! Great running today!" 

"I let you catch up with me." 

"Oh really. And why did you do that?" 

"I wanted to see what you looked like." 

"I see, well, do I pass the test?" 

"You'd do." 

"Hmmm...a little forward aren't we?" 

"Yeah, I'm very straightforward. I say what's on my mind, unlike a lot of guys who play phony games in hopes of getting a prize" 

"Well, I ....." 

"Like you, running up behind me staring at my ass, having lewd fantasies. Then you come up to me, pretending to be interested in my running. You're so full of shit. Why don't you just say what is on your mind?" 

Her directness stunned me. And she was absolutely right. But her attitude shifted me into a defensive and I might say a somewhat disciplinary mode. I decided to take a chance. "OK, I'll tell you what is on my mind, lady. I'd like to spank that beautiful ass of yours as hard as I can". 

She giggled. "Well, that's more like it. At least you're telling the truth now". She backed off the pace and got into line running directly behind me. "I'm studying your ass now, boy. You have a pretty nice one too. I like your tight shorts. I like watching your buns bounce." 

She came back up to my side. Our strides were evenly matched again. "OK, we heard your fantasy for me, now here's mine for you. I want to run my hands all over your body through your clothes. I want to feel you up. That's it, nothing more, nothing less. You let me do that and I'll let you spank me, nothing more, nothing less". 

"You're making an offer I can't refuse." 

She stopped running and walked off into the woods. I followed. She stopped and leaned against a tall birch tree. We looked at each other as we were catching our breaths. Stopping suddenly had caused us both to sweat profusely as our overheated bodies attempted to cool down. 

"What's your name?" 

"LuAnne." 

"I'm Michael, I'm...." 

"I really don't care what your name is. Now just stand still and shut the fuck up." 

Her hands were on my chest. She slowly ran her fingertips all over it, feeling my muscles, and the contractions and expansions of my breathing. Putting her fingers directly over my nipples, she rubbed them through my sweat soaked tee shirt. I gasped as she scraped her nails across them one by one. I wanted her. I wanted her badly, right then and there. But I felt frozen in place. She was very powerful. And she was extremely intense. Her eyes followed her fingertips absorbing my body into her psyche. I watched with increasing fascination as she took her pleasure from exploring my body. 

As her hands went below my waist, LuAnne kneeled down in front of me. She reached up and pulled the waistband of my tight shorts up slightly higher. Then she went to the bottom of the shorts and tugged them down slightly. She smoothed them out, making them hug me tighter emphasizing the huge bulge in front. My cock was so hard, it could've cut diamonds. She touched the area all around the bulge pushing against the material to make it even tauter. Her hands then moved down my thighs feeling the wet, naked skin of my legs. Yet her eyes never left my crotch. She was hypnotically focused on it. I could feel it twitching inside my shorts but with the material drawn so tightly over it the slight pulsing of my erection was barely visible. Barely, but no doubt enough for her to see as she concentrated on it. She seemed transfixed as if in the midst of the satisfaction of the needs of a deeply rooted mystical phallic fetish. 

Finally she moved her damp fingers to my cock. The light pressure was exhilarating to me. I reached forward to stroke her long blonde hair as she touched me but she slapped my hand away. I could only watch. My breathing became heavier again as she caressed and stroked me. I let out a moan as she squeezed my member between her fingers through the cloth jacking it up and down. My desire for relief was immense, yet I knew it was not forthcoming. Her touching me was for her thrills not mine. I moaned softly as she put her lips on the swollen bulge. She moved them slowly up and down over the length of my covered shaft. Never once did she use her tongue but even through the cloth I could experience the soft feel and warmth of her tender lips. I felt like I might scream as the pressure built inside my cock. I could feel the stirrings inside as the come started to rise up from my balls. An orgasm was imminent. She stopped, taking her mouth off me. 

"Turn around, boy." 

I didn't think. I merely reacted. I had no choice. She was in complete control. I turned around. 

She placed her hands firmly on my cheeks, feeling and massaging them through the strained material. I sighed joyfully as she again put her lips to me. I felt them travelling over the firm solid flesh of my ass. The feeling was delightful. For a finale she stuck one finger on the crack of my ass and pressed inward. She rubbed it up and down while forcing the material deeper until it was lodged in the crack. Then she stopped. 

"Turn around again." 

She was leaning over the low branch of the tree, her ass high in the air. It was my turn. 

"Very nice, but I give my spankings on bare skin." 

She glared back at me with a look of disdain, pausing momentarily before sliding her shorts down to her knees, where gravity took over and dropped them down to her ankles. I was awestruck by the sight in front of me. Her ass was a portrait of perfection. Never had I seen cheeks so round and firm. But what was so amazing was the color. The skin was pure lily white with no freckles, moles, or blemishes. My mouth watered as I contemplated this vision of exquisite beauty. Primal impulses coursed through my body and soul as I savored the thought of corrupting the virginal purity of the white skin so naked and vulnerable before me. The wickedness of it all thrilled me. 

I started slowly with spanks so soft they were soundless. As I progressed I stopped every now and then to massage the skin to increase the blood flow. After several minutes her anal complexion took on a red tinge. It was beautiful to see the transformation. Gradually I cranked up the hardness and severity of the whacks. Luanne was silent and still but as the intensity increased her breathing became noticably heavier and she began to squirm slightly seeking relief by a repositioning of her butt. But no relief was coming to her. The spanking took on a life of its own as I stepped up the force of the spanks. I was exerting a lot of energy myself as I started to sweat heavily again. Her ass turned a bright crimson red as the onslaught continued to build in intensity. My hand was numb from the thrashing it was administering. The smacking sounds grew ever louder reverberating through the trees. I was becoming a bit concerned that a passerby might hear us as the spanking reached the peak of its crescendo. Luanne's grip on the branch was weakening as her determination to absorb and withstand the spanking withered. In a barely audible voice she whispered "Daddy, daddy, yes, yes, oh yes, please daddy." These utterances gave proof to her surrender as she collapsed on the ground. The spanking was finished. 

I sat on the ground as we both recovered. Luanne pulled her shorts back up and stood. She was reasserting herself. 

"I hope that filled your need." 

"Yes, most definitely. I enjoyed it very much." 

"Good, because that is all you're getting, boy. Do not ever speak to me again. If you ever follow me again I will leave you in the dust. I can do it easily. You are really no match for me." 

"I believe you, but I was hoping to see you again. This was good. I'd like to take it a bit higher." 

"Too bad. You may see me in your fantasies, for that is as close as you will get. Fill your head with me as you jack off. And from the looks of you, I think you could use your hand right now." 

She sprinted off. I did not even try to follow. I kept my eyes firmy glued to her ass as it faded into the distance. I never saw her again. Except in my dreams. 



Double Fantasy



I was enjoying a quiet night at my home, reading a romance novel, and listening to the rain outside. I love to relax after a crazy, hectic day at work this week. Then, my cell phone was ringing. I got it and answered. 

"Hello?" I said. I was talking to my boyfriend Kevin, who lives a few blocks from me.

"Hi, baby. How are you doing?" Kevin asked.

"I'm fine, just relaxing by the rain, reading a book. And you?" I responded.

I heard another voice saying "Hi" to me. It was Nick, Kevin's friend. I said "Hi, Nick."

"That's great. Nick and I were wondering if you would like to spend the night with us. We couldn't help but think about you. You're sexy, beautiful, funny, and just thinking about you makes us hard." Kevin added.

After talking with Kevin and Nick for an hour and a half, I packed my overnight bag and got in my car. Even though it was raining outside, I was excited about tonight. While driving, I began thinking about the really good sex I had with both men, at separate times. Kevin's not only the tall, dark, and handsome Southern (because he's from Kentucky) gentleman, but a very romantic, chivalrous, kind-hearted man as well. He has a well-toned, slight ripped body. When Kevin and I have sex, there's foreplay, passion. and romance involved. He would always put my sexual needs before his and we would do it nice and slow. Plus, he treats me like a queen and worships me and my body like the plus-size sex goddess that I am. He loves to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. When we have sex, there's always an afterglow. He's also very caring; sometimes whenever I have a headache and don't feel like making love, he would get me an aspirin.

Then I thought of me and Nick. Nick's a tall, blonde hair, blue-eyed hunk with a boyish, youthful face, a slightly toned physique, and a round ass that I love to squeeze while having sex. When Nick has sex with me, he wouldn't stop kissing my lips, especially when we take off our clothes. He loves my scent, luscious curves, and taste. Like me, Nick's very playful in and out of bed. He loves to go down on me and he would also kiss all parts of my body. While kissing, he likes to lick me all over. He loves all of me, my body included. A lot of times after sex, he would smile and look into my eyes. He likes to compliment me on everything.

I arrived at Kevin's house. Kevin greeted me with a smile and his arms were wide open. 

I heard him say, "I'm so glad you're here. I just love seeing you." 

I looked deep into his green eyes and said "Me too, Kevin". 

He touches my waist. In a heartbeat, he deeply, passionately kissed my lips. His large hands were resting on my back, moving lower to my bottom and back up to the front. I felt his large hands carefully unwrapped my pale purple wrap sweater, revealing a white lace bra. I watched as Kevin took off his sweater, showing me his well-toned body. We continued to kiss as he took my hand and lead me to his bedroom.

Then, he unzips my dark jeans, sliding them off my body. Now I was in my white lace underwear. Kevin looked at every inch of me. 

He said, "Baby, you look sexy yet so irresistible." 

I loved the feel of his fingers touching my skin. He pulled me close, giving my mouth one long kiss before sitting me down on the large bed. 

He whispered, "Close your eyes." 

While my eyes were closed, he opens the door. I hear footsteps, felt his warm lips kissing my neck, and his hands on my back. I recognized his intoxicating scent of him and the ocean. 

Kevin said, "You can open your eyes now."

I opened them and there was Nick, standing in front of me with a sexy, seductive, wicked grin on his face.

Kevin straddled me, and leaned in, placing gentle kisses on my neck. I relished his familiar, slightly musky smell. Nick, beside me, teased my ear, licking it wetly- I squirmed at the tickly-squishy sensations. It felt great to be worshipped by two hunky guys! I felt Kevin's hands moving lightly over the smooth satin of my bra. Gently, he coaxed a nipple to hardness-and brushed lightly, teasingly. I pressed against his hand, wanting more. He eased my bra straps down, gazing at my naked flesh, uncovered. I love how I do that to him!

He bent down, sucking my nipple, now very erect, into his mouth. He flicked with his tongue, making me moan-God it felt so good! I pulled Nick's head to my other breast, suckling both of my lovers.

Nick stood by the nightstand, took off his t-shirt, and touched himself. He was getting hard just watching me and Kevin. Meanwhile, Kevin was moving his lips lower to my belly. My fingers were running through his hair. I shivered feeling his rough facial hair against my skin. He was taking his time like he always does. His hands found my panties and I arched my back, making it easier to remove them. He started to softly kiss my knees and thighs. 

Then, he said, "I have to taste you." before moving down to my clit. 

My hands rested on his shoulders as he was lapping up my juices with his tongue. He replaced his tongue with his lips and began sucking me. I was getting hot and wet the minute he began tasting me. My moans were loud and intense. Nick got back on the bed, sat beside us, and gave me kiss. I could Kevin's fingers sliding in and out of my hot, wet womanhood. My walls were clamping on to them. While Kevin took off his navy blue boxers, he was laying on top of me. His hands cradled my face, kissing my lips again. As we kissed, his manhood slipped into my womanhood in a smooth thrust. As he was going in and out of me with each thrust, Kevin wrapped his arms around while kissing my lips and neck. My hand was holding on the covers and the other was touching Nick's body.

Our intense orgasms had washed over Kevin and me like a tidal wave of passion. After that, Kevin laid himself down on the bed once I got myself up. I was on top of Kevin, giving him kisses on his face and neck while my hands were repeatedly touching his body. I moved my lips to his abs and chest, planting soft kisses there. I could hear him softly moan. His fingertips were tangled in my silky strands of my almost-waist-length dark brown hair. My lips found his erection and I slowly began sucking him. Kevin has always treated me good in and out of bed, now I was returning the favor.

I could hear Kevin moaning as I gave his cock one long lick. His hands were still roaming through my hair. 

Amazed by my oral assault, he asked "Baby girl, what you did was so good. What made you do it?" 

I got him out of my mouth and replied "Kevin, you've always treated me good in and out of bed. I thought that maybe I would treat you for once." 

"Thank you. Thank you for getting me off." Kevin hoarsely whispered as he kissed my forehead and face.

'I think someone's feeling left out." He said, looking at Nick. 

Then, I turned to Nick, touched his face, and said, "Don't worry, Nick. I didn't forget about you."

I started kissing Nick's lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth and his hands were cupping my 40C breasts. I was taking off his jeans as I began kissing and licking his neck, his weak spot. Kevin sat up and played with himself for a while and then his hands caressed my body, feeling my soft skin while softly kissing my neck. Nick was doing the same thing and his hands were resting on my hips. He moved his lips lower to my breasts, kissing them all over. My hands were tangled in his blonde hair as he moved lower, kissing my spots, my neck, breasts, and stomach. 

Suddenly, I felt his fingers inside me deep, covering them in my liquid silk with my walls clinging on to them. Nick told me to lie down and relax. I did just that. He opened my woman lips and he and Kevin were licking, tasting, and sucking them. Heat was surging through my body at the thought of feeling two tongues licking and tasting me there. After my extreme orgasm, Nick got up. I laid him down and began to taste him. While I was on Nick, Kevin was behind me, licking and kissing up and down my spine. He loudly moaned and held on to my hair. He couldn't take it. 

He looked down and said, "Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum." I took him out of my mouth. 

It was still raining outside while the men and I having our threesome. Their hands deliciously caress all me over, making me feel the heat of their hands. Kevin was kissing my lips while entering me nice and slow as Nick kisses my neck. Feeling him and his warm male liquid spilling inside me was making me hot. It felt so erotic. My hips were grinding against both men. After having a collective orgasm, I laid back on Nick's body as Kevin laid on top of mine. Our bodies were covered in sweat, burning with very intense passion and ecstasy. While I was in the afterglow, both men held me in their arms, catching our breaths.

THE END



Double Feature



This is a work in progress, but I've been slaving at it too long and am beginning to wonder if it's getting away on me. All my old "fans" and anyone else who reads it, please rate, review, and give me your honest opinion.

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Part 1

The old Metro Theater was one of the few remaining buildings in Old Towne. A fire had claimed most of Morris in 1923, with the exception of this, since it was brick, not so flammable as the wooden storefronts that had surrounded it; and perhaps four square blocks of sprawling Victorian and plantation-style homes, already considered old at the time. The half dozen or so still standing were definitely seeing the ravages of time. They had all been converted into between four and seven apartments each, courtesy of the local slum-lord. Mostly they were populated by the seedier aspect of those who worked the various warehouses and trucking companies which made up the majority of the district. 

Melissa had moved in from out of state, right after her world caved in on her. She had never left. Well, that was not exactly true. Her apartment was good for sleeping, cleaning up, avoiding life when she chose, and a few times, none recently, a night of sin and debauchery. No one who actually knew her knew where she lived. She didn't care to say, and spent her time in the downtown area where she worked a hipster coffee bar/cabaret. Or as hip as you get in a city of under a hundred thousand, anyway. 

Not many crossed the river into Old Towne. Why would they? Really, the only attraction was the Metro. Even Melissa, who drove by it nearly every day, had never attended. Tonight she found herself there, haphazardly, after an hour of cruising with Mark. Usually they just drove around town or up into the hills, but tonight they were crammed into hard plastic chairs, watching Monte Python for the fortieth time. Dark and musty, ripe with scents of butter and salt, the spacious high ceilinged cavern-room echoed once and damped in its weird acoustics as the second show of the double feature ran opening credits. Obviously, the management had recently revamped the sound system. There had been talk around town of some kind of grant and a restoration. Stereo surround-sound harkened from all corners. Overpowering at times, at others, it only tickled auditory perceptions. 

They sat in two narrow seats, mid-row. Two long-deprived people, splitting an armrest and cup holder, sharing air and space and skin, were experiencing a heightened awareness of each other. The others sprinkled around them, breathing, rustling, they paid no mind to. 

It started accidentally, knee brushing knee, "Oops, sorry!"

"That's okay." However, a question had been posed in that simple gesture. As though she'd been shocked, such was the jolt. Melissa's nerves tingled up her thigh and straight to her gut, where giddiness diffused slowly to far quadrants. Touch was needed and necessary. She parted her lips, and licked them nervously, holding back her want. 

In the same shape himself, Mark understood why she did nothing further. The easy answer was because he was the man, and it was expected that he'd take the lead in such matters. It went beyond that, though. She respected his distance, albeit somewhat grudgingly. For as long as she'd known him up until a month ago, he'd always been involved. Plus, his major in college had been theology and he planned to go to seminary as soon as he scraped up the money. Since he'd graduated he'd been working two part time jobs and various odd jobs, swallowing his pride and living with his parents to save up faster. This was only a slight inconvenience for him. Nothing much stood between Mark and his goals once he got something in his head. He'd made this one in junior high, long before Melissa met him. 

She knew this about him. Frankly, she hated it. Not the fact that he had goals, or that he'd sacrifice to achieve them. Not that at all. She thought that his choice of a profession was nothing but a waste of a good man, forever tied to religion in the service of ingrates. And then there was chastity, of course. She'd been burned in such an environment. They called it "ministry" but she called it "misery." Once resigned to that life, one could be nothing short of perfect and ideal without bringing constant fire. Oh, how she knew that. Her moments of weakness had put an end to all of her young-woman's dreams of service to the greater good. Now she scorned, quietly. Rebelliousness didn't need to be loud to be 'heard.' On the other hand, she retained enough of her own strict upbringing to be wary of 'making' him sin. There was no way she was about to give up her self-control without an open and obvious invitation. 

Fifteen minutes into the second movie, Melissa felt someone's hand on her leg. This surprised her. She continued to stare straight ahead for some time, thinking that if she reacted she'd scare him off. He'd never touched her before in anything but a friendly or brotherly way. 

This went on maybe 20 minutes. Mark fought with himself in his head the whole time. It was clear as day she considered him fair game, now more than ever. Why was she not making her move? Probably because he would shoot her down again. There was just no way he could give in to the vibes she was unconsciously throwing. No way. He'd watched her life go places he never wanted his to go. If he thought he could save her, he would, he'd tried, but she just laughed him off. No, she wanted him. Pure and simple. Well, he couldn't exactly use the word 'pure' in that context. If not, then she'd settle for friendship but she was not going to be a P.W. (preacher's wife). She'd told him so. 

So why was he playing with her knee? All the little axioms about cows and milk, about wedding rings being the best form of birth control spun through his mind. He'd better start praying right now. "Oh, lord..." There was no answer, there was only her leg, and his, when she finally reached out and reciprocated. Settling into that for several more moments, Mark grit his teeth in an effort to not move. He did anyway. Turning slightly, he treated her to one of his always-special hugs; it was just his way, from day one when they'd barely known each other and were already saying goodbye it had been the same. Interesting how fate had found them in the same town only a few weeks later. Mark didn't give the quick and perfunctionary hugs he'd been doled out as a child. His were lengthy, more than simply "holding" or squeezing. They involved slight changes in position and re-clasping. Melissa had seen him do this to practically all of their mutual acquaintances. He was just a "huggy" person. None-the-less, one always felt extra-loved when he was finished with them. 

There was that word again. They'd always thrown it rather carelessly between themselves. Well, it was normal they'd "love" each other in some form. That was a godly thing. If either of them chose to twist it, that was on their own heads, or so the popular dogma had led them to believe. 

Fast forward 18 months, 2 collective fiancé(e)s, and several abortive come-ons. Once in her embrace, he found strange comfort in her much smaller person. He scooped her into his arms, laid her head to his chest, and ran his hands up and down her back or as much as possible within their tight confines. She extended her arms and did the same, since this was allowed, poking her fingers slightly into his lats and ribs. Though tall and quite slender, he had powerful muscles from riding bike all the time, and a heavy bone structure like an Eastern European farmer. 

Drawing his head back, he looked down into the swirling green eyes, seeing what he always did at these times--desire, knowledge of forbidden fruit, and her understanding that it was something they couldn't share. He'd always had his terms, and she'd had hers; they'd never meet in the middle. 

Enough! Why not? Why the hell not? He was in as bad of need as she. The amber eyes changed subtly, considering, while she stroked his unusually-colored auburn-red hair. 

Melissa let out her breath in a hiss when he lowered his head to nuzzle her cheekbone, then under her hair to her ear. There were little ways he had to tempt her, testing the strength of her resistance, but it had never gotten this far. Her fingers clawed the material of his shirt, otherwise she remained motionless, waves of heat chasing all over her body. How much did he expect her to put up with, anyway, without feeling or saying anything? Early in their friendship, she'd learned perforce not to let on. She had done nothing more than announce she had more than friendly feelings for him, this after rolling around on his bed for half an hour, tickling each other and giggling. After that, he'd refused to see her for two months. 

This, however, was different, and more. Sticking his tongue in her ear and biting on the lobe was not just teasing, or was it? Her spine arched. The rest of her body stiffened further in her effort to hold herself back. 

He was not unaware of her struggles. And there were his own, too. She gave him a look that was pure (damn that word again) sex. He was trained to think it was evil, despite his body's reaction, which was hardly unpleasant. In fact, he enjoyed it, that she exerted her force of will this way. That she'd respect him enough to leave him be. Was his regard for her more than that of the 23 years he could remember of conscious training? The scent of her wavy blond hair, and her small round breasts pressed against his chest, were driving him mad. Deliberately, his mouth left her ear and found her lips. They were smooth and supple, and, after the first startled instant when she actually jumped, pliant, then aggressive. 

Her whole mind screamed "Oh God!" when he kissed her. Once past that barrier of resistance, her whole factor of restraint uncoiled like a spring and she loosed her amorous attack. She kissed back, not just his mouth but his whole face, sucking and softly biting on his lips when he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it rhythmically, running her own tongue up and down the sides of it, fully aware of what that symbolized. How she actually felt, Mark didn't know, but her control extended to her mannerisms. She was as skillful at this as at other talents of hers that were more tangible, very collected and methodical, way beyond high-schoolish. Experienced women were something he knew nothing of. 

Debating, he yanked his head back; he was out of his depth. Truth be told, and his own innate sensuality aside, he'd only had sex three times in his life; twice with virgins who'd promptly dumped him out of shame, and once with his former fiancee, who after having lead him on for over two years had turned out to be frigid. So, yes, certainly, he had a complex about sexual frustration and resistance. And a guilt complex. Fighting the oncoming tide of chemical reactions from both of them, he was keyed to that aspect. This girl was about to tear that all away, if he went on. It was not in her nature to be coy, and she'd been toyed with too long already. She was no virgin, a fact that had always disconcerted him. Now he wondered if that wasn't a benefit. 

Her body, in the hard, itchy seat, moved around in small wave-like undulations. She clung with both hands to his arms, giving the same kind of attention to his neck that she had his mouth. He closed his eyes, moaned silently, and gave in to it. While he'd been messing with her resolve, he'd been able to ignore his erection, which embarrassed him somewhat, being in public. Now he noted that shaft between his legs was angrily trying to get out of it's encasement. His pants were suddenly way too tight. 

He buried his hands under her clothes, finding her skin, which was like crushed velvet. In an embrace turned very heated, he caressed her arms, back, stomach, anything he would get at, while she shifted restlessly. Her fingers forged paths of their own. The skin she sought was not as fine-textured, but mostly smooth. She concentrated on the differences between them--his sharply defined torso, his long graceful neck, the hair under his arms. Until the more commonly known ones here found, and they were, for they called like homing devices, both their bodies in total were erogenous receptors. 

Sensory overload set in quickly, only to be overridden and overridden with more and more. Their light, quick kissing alternated with longer, deeper, till they had to come up for breath. Mark's little piece of reality gave way; he felt like he'd been drinking, or had been thrown out of a plane. 

They drew in toward each other, magnetized. Giver alternated to receiver. Already he was fit to burst. Her small hands discovered his condition and called out reserves of fluids still dammed. Shaking, for it was so hard not to just throw her on the floor or over the seat and slam it home, he borrowed frantically further under straps and webbing and rubbed her hardened points. Her nipples were like knobs of glass. He squeezed them hard, then pulled, then swiped at the very tips with his thumbs. She arched into it again; a stifled choke in her throat made his penis lurch in response. She felt it, her eyes flew back up to his as she undid his button, and unzipped him. She spit into her palm and wrapped one shaking fist around his cock as far as possible, moving only barely, just squeezing. Their eyes locked, breath coming in small synchronized gasps as bodies hunched for leverage. 

As if the thought were an arrow to his brain, suddenly and all-consumingly, he was obsessed with touching her pussy. If the path leading to his destruction ran between her thighs, then so be it. He moved his hand between her legs. The material there was moist, and so warm. No, no that was not enough. He tried again, under the tight waistband, lower, feeling a second waistband and the silk she swathed her privates in. Temporarily freeing one hand from his cock, she undid her fastenings to ease his access. He found soft crinkly pubic hair, then the top of her slit, and lower yet, shaved folds that are coated in her juices. Sliding in slickness he touched all the surfaces. The small hard node at the top part of her wet vulva ticked and throbbed under his fingers, like a tiny animal heart beating impossibly fast. Her head dropped back from their mouth-play, and her eyes closed. Still though, she kept up the steady stroking of his manhood, only pausing occasionally for more saliva. She'd been trembling all over since the beginning; his own hands were by now shaking in the effort not to let himself go and cum into her hand, and in his absolute testosterone-driven need to get into her pussy. Her opening was steaming hot and streaming with fluids. When his forefinger slid in, it was almost like getting sucked in. She raised her head back up and found he was watching all of her physical responses. Her breath hissed in once more through the sharp teeth she worried her lower lip with. "Please!" She whispered almost soundlessly, so no one but he could hear. 

"What?" He knew what, but he wanted for once to hear a girl say something dirty. 

"Oh, fuck, Mark, that's soooo damn GOOD. You're making my crazy...But you're such a tease!" He loved the torment in her voice. This was not a contemplation of giving in or not. There was doubt at his willingness or ability to satisfy her, as well as her own need to get off. He thrust a 2nd long thick finger into her dripping snatch, then a third. She squeezed down hard on his digits which he reflexively pushed in so hard he lifted her three inches off her seat. 

"I can't stand it," is what she meant; but what came out of her mouth was more like each word swallowed, surrounded by a small silent breathy moan each. The movie was in a quiet moment, and she was trying still to avoid attention. He was quite sure that everyone around them knew exactly what was going on, which only further aroused him. 

"Jesus," he breathed, surprised at himself for saying that, "Come! I want you to..."

She looked up at him with a glazed, agonized expression and said softly, "I can't, not like this..."

"Get on my lap! Now!" He wanted to see this; the magnitude of it burst into his consciousness. Her cum became his meaning, became more important than anything for the time being. He was slightly angered at her lack of faith in his abilities, and at the refusal at any level. He totally forgot it was he who'd been holding her off for over a year and decided, simply, heatedly, to make her. Make her cum, make her let him do it to her, make her let him watch her response and her orgasm and what a woman looks like when she has one. 

Disconnecting her very skilled hand from his member, he dragged her bodily into his lap, so both of them faced the screen. With his throbbing man-flesh tucked between her buttocks, he pressed his legs together around his balls, parted her legs around his, and began again. His fingers still wet from her juices, he reached up her shirt. With so much better access now, he kneaded her breasts, each hand weighing and covering. Leaning sideways a little, tilting her head up, she kissed the underside of his jaw. She could only reach so far, licking and biting a trail down his neck. The tickling combined with a hint of pain. He moved both hands downward, over her belly, finding her gushing again. 'Like coming home,' he thought, chiding himself for the double meaning. 

This time when he sank his fingers she went limp and surrendered to the sensation. Her hands came to rest on his forearms, tracing the hard muscles and tendons as they stroked her center. Because he could, she was letting him, he rocked her whole pelvis with the thrusts of his hand. At first, her internal muscles clenched and unclenched in time to his muted pumping, but gradually she simply contracted, tighter and tighter. It was impossible not to think of what her tunnel could feel like against the fire of his cock-skin. Pre-cum trickled from his tiny hole onto her back. He wondered briefly about it; he'd never had more than a few drops before. 

She was now beyond turning back but what he was giving her was not quite enough. "My clit...my clit..." she whispered urgently. Moving her hands off his arms, she spread out her folds for him, laid them back flat and guided his right fore- and middle fingers to just the right spot, one on each side of her tiny feminine phallus. He rubbed, using her natural lubrication all over it. Her whole lower half was doing some combination of quivering and twitching, her pelvis gyrating slowly and deliberately, but unconsciously. 

"Harder," she commanded in another whisper, as she pushed momentarily on his fingers. As soon as she returned to holding her labia back, he increased his pressure and speed. 

All she wanted in the whole world was to cum. Mark's fingers felt so damn good to her, first just touching her at all, then more-so as he gained skill. Her clitoris vibrated on its own and his touches were like frosting on it. Luckily, by this time a chase scene was on-screen, accompanied by loud metal/rap which blared throughout the theater. Like two fists knotting simultaneously, a dual avalanche of ecstasy rumbled then roared down her insides. She came on his hand, locked in place, holding her breath, clothes askew but still covering everything. Her pussy spasmed and let go another outflow of wetness. As his motions slowed she shuddered with aftersparks, and he removed his hands from under her clothes. 

Languidly, she flopped back into her original seat. It only took seconds for her to catch her breath. Like quicksilver, she licked her palm and she soon had him ready to unload. Her stroking was relentless, fast and full of urgency just like that of a man in such dire need of release he jacks himself off in a bathroom stall. When the friction worked away her saliva, she bent down and actually spit on him. It was nearly as slick as her cunt slime. Just the though of that brought him to the brink of orgasm. He spread his thighs apart, slouched, tucked in his pelvis to push into her hand. His cock felt powerful like steel to him; and overly full, like it was congested. A second hand joined her first, and she double-fistedly pumped up and down his length. Faster than he would have liked, but it felt too good to help it, his cum jetted into her waiting hand. She caught it all, then straightened till his eyes were on a level with hers. The tongue that had been in his mouth not long ago shot out and slurped his cream out of her palm. Watching that, his penis tried to come to life again. 




Double Feature



Interlude

It was not nearly enough. 

"Get up," he growled. She'd never heard that tone from him before. It didn't scare her at all. She relished the thought of whatever was coming. 

Taking her hand, he stood and prodded her out into the aisle. Her clothing was in disarray, and she made some attempt to straighten it, one-handedly, as he pulled her up the ramp. They walked quickly down a dimly-lit narrow corridor, toward the glowing red exit sign. Mark shoved open the bolt, kicked the door out of their way, and picked up his pace. 

Behind the theatre, there was an overgrown lot filled with waist-high weeds, ending in a chain-link fence. Not much light shone back there, not from the theatre's parking lot nor the city's street lights. The nearest was fifty years off and broken. 

"What?" she asked him, like a bad mafia movie, as if she didn't know. Her voice broke the silence like brittle glass. 

He didn't look at her, in fact, he put his head down. However this all factored in with his ideas of right and wrong, it overwhelmed him. The utter conflict of blinding lust on one side, and a sense of love and purity on the other, only served to prod his sexual craving, "sin," they'd both been taught from a young age, into a maelstrom throughout his body. He'd been caught in it to some degree before; it had always ended badly. Well, that could not be helped. He took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. "Look, I know it's wrong, it's bad, and I'm sorry for even thinking about... but...god, Melissa...I gotta...I gotta..." He sounded like he was in pain. 

The interpretation was simple. She had seen his struggle with his conscience, against his honest reaction slowly being drowned in a mire of broken commandments. It was painful to watch. In what she considered her past life, she'd been through the same set-up several times. More intensely than just about anything, she hated the way normal young people were shamed and threatened into denying what they felt for fear of condemnation, a judgement mostly of men (read: other people). On the other hand, neither did she like the wet underwear against her sensitive female parts, and this admission, vague though it was, coming from him, the stoic, added to the problem. Just for that, she was going to goad it out of him, piss him off enough to trip the lock in his head. Now that she'd given him a taste of her, and he obviously wanted more, she could provoke him, couldn't she? Even if he acted out of anger, it would be better than forever extinguishing this fire.

"You gotta what? Throw me up against this fence and have your way?" By then they'd actually reached the fence. It was about 12 feet high. On the other side, a cliff of sorts plunged nearly straight down. Glancing over at him, she thought to herself his coloring, even in the low light, looked a little pasty. Time to prod things along. "Fucking A," she continued, "this is getting old, Mark! How long? How fucking long? What do you want? For me to love you? Get a grip." 

She couldn't call that a lie, but it was untruth just the same. 

Part 2

Well, obviously she was not in for a romantic evening. What exactly was I offering her? Certainly nothing honorable. More like, a dusty field full of unripe tumble-weeds and a stepped-up schoolyard fence. The chilly air had cleared my head a little, but the thought of her flesh pushed up against that fence, into diamond patterns, was too much. I was hard again. This was so ridiculous. I didn't do this shit. I had standards, know right from wrong. You don't force women. You don't do it in plain sight. You don't let your base instincts get away with you like that so all you can think of is the first opportunity to sink your meat into that tight pink slot and push it till you're sated. But what would I know? I'd never had sex like that. 

She kept in front of me, deliberately putting her back to me. When she'd stood still, facing away for several seconds, she stretched out her arms and threaded all her fingers through chainlink squares above her ears. Her forehead rested right on the wire, with one of those diamond shapes exactly centered. Her eyelids were lowered and tears seeped from under them down her cheeks. 

We'd cried in front of each other before, though always under controlled conditions like church, so I wasn't really freaked by this reaction. It wasn't what I'd expected though. She'd been nasty and sexual a minute ago, damn near accusing me of intent to rape. Her next outburst had sounded like she wanted it that way. No, couldn't be... She wasn't...?

"Why are you crying?" It's one of my gifts, I've been told, empathy. Immediately my soft spot for women in pain showed through, despite other less soft things that weren't going anywhere. 

She choked, but couldn't get out any understandable words. 

I went up to her and hugged her from behind. If I'd had any ideas at all of NOT finishing what we'd started, this was a mistake. Embracing her soft, shaking body from the back like that released my lust for her. I've never professed to being psychic, this was probably just instinct, but when I touched her again complete comprehension of her reaction flooded me. Adrenaline and blood flowed fast through my system to my uncomfortable prick. This girl wanted it so bad she was crying in frustration. 

Threading one hand through her hair, I used it like a bridle to hold her head still while I licked all the saltwater off her face. She froze, gasped, and her eyes flew open. Never had I done anything even remotely kinky with a woman. Melissa gulped. Trying to look at me, she yanked her own hair several times. There was no sense of fear left in me. This was not me, it was someone else, or that's what I kept telling myself, uselessly. 

Meanwhile, I soon lost the desire for any kind of foreplay. In the theater we'd entertained ourselves for nearly two hours already on such delights. As if something had flipped a switch in my mind, all thoughts of the teasing, gentle kind of sex ("lovemaking") I'd thought of as right and proper were dead and buried. My cock was the only piece of me thinking straight right then. I shoved it into the small of her back and pulled up her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to the sky. I forced her bodily against the steel chain link. She let me. Her zipper went down easily enough, but in spite of there being no button or snap I couldn't find a way to open her nearly skintight pants (later I learned it was a hook and eye.) Rip! I pulled whatever was hindering me apart. The navy blue contrasted with her pale skin as they peeled down. Her underwear was wet in the crotch, a large patch that ended under the curve of her ass. I didn't bother removing them. They'd do just fine pushed to the side. 

Backing away just a bit, I had my burning wood out in seconds. Balls, too. Worried about getting caught in my zipper, I eased the faded jeans down my legs six inches. I didn't like the thought of my ass hanging out in front of God and everyone. No way to help it. 

Grabbing her about the waist, I prepared to give her a boost. "Climb up there a little." One foot, then the other, the toes of her soft moccasin-like shoes slipped into links a foot off the ground. She had somehow kicked one foot out of her pants. Then she moved each hand up half that distance and pulled. I jammed myself back up against her, probing past her panties; i was holding them aside with one hand now. Her cunt juices ran down onto me as soon as I touched her with my spear. Strange thoughts floated in the sea of upcoming sex, about my arsenal--my gun, pistol, spear; bullets, cannon, all these weapons I was going to use on her. A little voice over my shoulder said, in a thick pentecostal holiness accent, "You been holdin' out WAY too long, boy!" Damnit, was I going psycho? What the fuck was wrong with me, thinking like that? 

Not caring anymore about lining it up or going slow, I plowed my eight inches into that girl's slick poontang. Her wetness covered me from tip to nuts, creating smacking sounds as I rode her there, holding her up, on the fence. Her back arched and she ground her ass back against me. The inside of her was so soft, so caressing, I just wanted to keep fucking her forever. Several times she slipped but each time she found a new handhold. Each time I rammed it back into her to hold her steady. She fit me tight; if I'd been another quarter inch it would have been too much.

It went on for what seemed like hours, though it was just minutes. We churned around and around, struggling against our clothes and gravity, against and into the itch of release. Clouds blew past the moon, mixing light in strange ways over our rhymically crashing bodies. Her grasp faltered finally as I whipped my cock backwards. With the next forward thrust, I slammed her into the wires held her flat against them, frog-legged, while I continued to wind my spring into her clenching hole. I don't know what did it for her; I was past caring. Her moans graduated into choking grunts and then drawn-out gasps punctuated by "uh's." My prick was still swelling, little by little. It had never, ever been that hard, not even after 8 months of total abstinence I'd tortured myself with once. I'd have been afraid my skin would split, but that didn't matter, either. In the moment, she was mine, my possession; this was how I owned her. I was going to keep banging that pussy, ripping her up till I was damn good and ready to be done. 

Without warning she howled. Like a coyote. Her cunt shut down on me so hard for a moment I couldn't move in it but an inch or two. Her internal heat rose a few more degrees instantly, and a second later I was sliding slicker than glare ice. My lower guts tripped over themselves as I realized she'd orgasmed. Then, both in mockery and in pure animal victory, I howled over her. She broke it off and laughed just a bit. "Oh, my legs, ow!" she said. 

Still spread-eagled, bent-kneed on the fence, she made a pretty picture, just as I'd envisioned at first. She was going to have imprints, especially where her breasts jutted through and on her elbows and knees, the leverage points. Fucking her like I imagined that rapist she'd alluded to would, my concentration centered solely on my piece. My only goal was to drive it as deep as I could, as many times as I could before my own body betrayed me in cumming. It wasn't even in my thinking anymore, running on auto-fuck pilot, whether I hurt her, satisfied her, or how long our copulation did or didn't go on. I needed to shoot, to blow my wad; the pressure built up in places I'd never been aware of before. My balls had drawn up flush with my body and only got tighter. The wrinkled skin still was catching her wetness. Something behind the base of my cock throbbed very hard; it tingled and caved in, and I couldn't hold back. I was starting to cum. I jacked myself in her pussy two last times, already blasting semen from both barrels down that one narrow tube. It damn near burned on it's way through all the ductwork affectionately known as the "o-ring," around in a circle from testicles, up past prostate, around bladder, and barreling like a luge down the mountain from root to top of my woman-fucking, -plowing, -packing meat. I jabbed it into her like a sex-crazed heathen, never having imagined it being like this. Grinding her hard, the rest of my load shot out of me, spurting repeatedly. Her cunt tightened around me again; she made several low grunting noises until finally she caught her breath and held it. All this time I was still pumping out sperm. I couldn't stop; didn't want to. I had to grab the fence myself by the time it was over, so close was I to passing out. 

Slowly, I became aware of voices behind us in the lot, some distance away. 

"Where they fucking?"

"Yeah, I think so..."

"Did you see that? Damn it's making me horny." 

"God, that's SICK!" 

They were too close for comfort. We had to get out of there. Her feet hit the ground with a thud. When her knees wobbled and wouldn't hold her, she sat down hard on her bare ass. I reached down intending to pull her to her feet; rather, I keeled over, and landed on my half-bare ass. The decent into hell and sex was over. Here we were, back where we started, in a vacant lot under the night sky. Neither of us would mention it, I didn't think. Formally, solemnly, I intone-voiced that we'd have to make our own peaces with God. We looked at each other, cracked up, and then ran for my car. 



Double Feature



I'm standing outside a movie theatre somewhere in Los Angeles pacing back and forth totally unsure of what I'm going to do.  I was sure 5 minutes ago when I turned the corner.  I was positive that I was going to purchase a ticket and go inside.  I mean, what's the big deal?  It's only a movie, two hours out of my day.  Nothing is going to happen.  I know this.  So why am I so bloody nervous?  Why are my teeth chattering under 90 degrees of California sunshine?  I can't seem to shake the blush that's covered my body in red dye #4 and I tell myself it's just the heat. Looking at the marquee again I see that the movie started 20 minutes ago and I realize the odds of you actually being in there are slim anyway.  You were probably joking when you invited me and I just mistranslated.  It happens online all the time.  Someone cracks a joke you would catch instantly if you'd actually heard it spoken.  But the written word carries no intonation and misunderstandings are common.  I mean, you've never met anyone from Lit before, why would I be the first?  Sure we talk quite a bit and flirt jokingly all the time.  I think of all the times you've laughingly told me to send you my panties, but it's always a joke.  Why would this be any different?  After all, you still haven't even told me your real name!  The odds of you actually being in that theatre are nil.  

For some reason this calms me a bit and I manage to walk into the cool lobby and purchase a ticket without tripping over my own feet.  The sudden change of temperature raises goose bumps on my skin and makes me aware of exactly how short the sundress I chose to wear actually is.  I get half way to the theatre doors and abruptly turn to the right, heading to what I hope is the ladies room as I don't even bother looking at the sign on the door before shoving it open. Fortune is with me though and I see a long line of mirrors and sinks in front of me with no sign of a urinal anywhere. 

I run cold water over my hands and pat them against my forehead before even bothering with the mirror, but when I do look up I'm not as displeased as I thought I would be. The humidity has barely caused any frizz, and by the grace of some unknown deity I don't look anywhere near as nervous as I actually am. The blush is still there but it's faded to a subtle bubblegum pink. 

Taking a very deep breath I head back to the theatre doors, not allowing myself to stop outside them but forcing my feet to take me through and into the dark, cool theatre where I stop, almost frozen in my tracks. 

The theatre is empty, completely barren.  The movie is playing but there isn't a soul in the seats. A great wave of relief tinged with disappointment floods me I a start to laugh. 

Of course it's that moment that you push yourself upright in your seat and turn your head toward me. My laughter cuts off instantly and I just stand there, looking shocked and unsure. What are you doing here?  You were supposed to be kidding. You look equally shocked and I realize you probably assumed I wasn't coming 20 minutes ago. But you recover first, smiling warmly at me and holding up your popcorn as an offering. I'm so nervous my stomach seems to be crawling up into my lungs, but I smile back and walk slowly down the isle. Pictures rarely do people justice, and yours did not give a hint at the spark in your eyes, or the way your closely trimmed beard accents the strength of your jaw line.  You are far more handsome than I had expected.


I realize to you it must look like I'm putting on some kind of show, taking my time reaching your row, swaying my hips and glancing downward coyly. At least I pray that's the way it's coming off and you don't realize I'm actually petrified of tripping and rolling ass over ankles down the isle.  I watch you look me over and I'm suddenly very aware of my body, the way my dress hugs tight over my breasts and hips, the goose bumps rising anew on my skin.  Your eyes make a barely noticeable pause at what I'm sure are my nipples pressed against the thin, silky cotton before your eyes meet mine and your smile grows wider and more dashing.  You let your gaze linger on my face and the curls framing it before you lower the seat next to you for me. I smile and sit, trapping your hand for a moment between the rough upholstery of the theatre seat and the smooth warm skin on the back of my thigh. You move your hand promptly but slowly.  I can feel the heat of your skin, the weight of your touch and it remains after you've moved your hand back to the arm rest.  It doesn't fade and as we both turn to watch the screen the tingling burn increases.  

I try my best to ignore it and get myself interested in the film but the idea is hopeless.  I can't follow a single line of dialogue.  I can't believe I'm sitting here.  I can't believe your sitting here!  Dixon Carter Lee is sitting next to me eating popcorn and watching Harrison Ford do something heroically Harrison on the movie screen.  No. There is no such person.  Dixon is a character on a message board - a fantasy and the distractingly attractive man sitting next to me is all too real.  Yet somehow, nothing seems real at the moment.  The darkness of the theatre, the soft hazy light of the film has given everything an other worldly feel, as if I've somehow stepped into a fantasy.  Reality seems to have shifted just slightly to the left and I can still feel a heavy tingle where we touched.  If I closed my eyes it would be as if your hand were still there, pressed against my thigh.  It reminds me of the last time I felt such a lingering sensation.  I was 14 and Jason Fields had brushed my calf with the back of his hand as he was reaching down into his back pack for a pen.  I could have drawn a circle around every molecule of skin he'd touched and the sensation lasted the entire hour of our French class. 

Suddenly everything shifts again, the rational, confident adult woman is gone, and I'm an unsure freshman, sitting next to an upper classman far out of my league praying for him to notice me without noticing me.  I try to shake the feeling but it won't fade and neither does the hot tingle where your skin grazed mine. Questions fly through my mind.  What am I doing here?  What was I thinking?  I should be in a museum. I should be shopping. I should be doing a dozen different touristy things.  I should not be sitting alone in a movie theatre with a man whose first name I don't even know feeling like some insecure school girl!  This isn't right.  I should leave.  That delicious burn will fade if I just get up and go. You'll understand.  Hell you probably don't care one way or another.  

I turn to tell you I have to leave, just in time to catch your eyes snapping back to the movie screen.  I freeze for a split second as it registers, then grab another handful of popcorn to give reason to my movement and settle back into my seat.  Were you staring at me?  You had to be.  Why else would you have that slight air of guilt about you when I turned?  Of course I could be imaging things.  I shift in my seat just enough to be able to watch the screen and still see you out of the corner of my eye.  I watch the actors move but I don't see them.  I see your eyes slowly moving over my legs, up over my breasts to my profile, so slowly that I never would have noticed had I not been looking for it.  I listen to the soundtrack but I'm not hearing it.  I'm hearing the subtle changes in your breathing as you try to seem unaware of me sitting here.  You lift your arm to the back of my seat, not touching me but resting on my hair.  After a moment I can feel the tiniest friction as you rub a lock between your fingers.   I know I'm not supposed to notice, so I pretend not to and simply stare at the screen, wondering what you're thinking, whether you can feel the pressure in the air that is threatening to suffocate me.   Are you battling with the same logic and rational that is tearing through my brain?  

Focusing on the movie is pointless.  The physical memory of your touch on my thigh is all I seem to notice.  I try and make it fade.  Try to focus on other parts of my body, but that only brings me to the realization that I want that same burning on every inch of my skin.  I'm dying for you to touch me and nothing I try and think about, no internal lectures about right and wrong can mask that.  At the moment I can't even place a definition for wrong.  I just need you to touch me and the waiting is killing me.  

I lift my legs to rest my feet on the seatback in front of me, pushing my knees toward my face. I've done it a thousand times before in a hundred theatres with dozens of people and the move is completely unconscious, but it causes the flimsy silk of my dress to ride up my thighs and while the tops are covered well enough, the side and back of my left thigh all the way to the curve of my ass is now right in your sightline.  It takes a moment for me to notice the air has gotten even thicker, to realize you've stopped breathing and why. At first I'm not sure what to do. My heart starts to pound and I can feel the heat marching over my skin from my head to my toes. I silently thank God for the darkness of the theatre and hope it masks most of my blush. 

I can hear you breathing again, heavier than before as you shift your arm back to the arm rest between us. Disappointment pours into me and I tell myself that I should be relieved.  You aren't going to touch me.  I know that you want to, I can feel it, but you are stronger than I am.  I should be relieved, but I'm not.  I want to feel more of that amazing heat.  

Everything in my head is telling me not to, but my body refuses to listen, and I lean over you, stretching across your lap for the soda in your left arm rest. My breasts press into your arm and you close your eyes tight, inhaling the scent of my hair as it passes under your face. Your knuckles move, grazing my nipple and I swallow a groan, but a barely audible sigh escapes me before I lean back into my seat, sipping from the soda straw.  A moment passes and I realize that may not have been the smartest thing to do as the heavy, tingling sensation is now roaring over my breasts.  My heart is pounding so hard I can't believe you don't hear it.  Teasing you is driving me insane and I can feel the tingle traveling down to my clit. All it would take is one more touch to start the throbbing. 

I bring my feet down, pulling my left foot to the edge of the seat, causing my dress to ride high on my thighs, barely covering me.  The rational arguments are screaming through my mind now.  What are you doing?  You know this isn't right.  I shove them into oblivion, shift my foot until my leg is pressed against the side of your arm and wait.  I don't know what else to do.  I'm not going to tear off my panties and drop into your lap.  I don't even know how to go about doing that!  With my natural grace I'd probably get my toe stuck in the leg hole, stumble, bash my forehead on an arm rest and knock myself unconscious.  So I wait what seems like an eternity until I hear you breathe a very quiet, shuddering sigh as you lift your hand from the arm of the seat and ever so lightly brush the back of it over my thigh. 

My breath catches and my clit starts to throb, but I'm frozen in the heat and I can't think to move. You stroke the back of your hand agonizingly slow over my skin, pushing the thin silk higher with every stroke and then turn your hand and give my thigh a squeeze, moving your thumb gently over my skin.  Your hands are warm and slightly rough.  You push a bit, silently instructing me to bring my thigh back down to the seat and you brush the back of my knee as I do drawing another sigh out of me as my legs part slightly.  Now your fingers are better able to roam up the inside of my leg.  You're taking your time, enjoying the soft heat of my skin.  Or are you not sure how far you can take this?  Suddenly I realize I'm not sure myself.  All I know is that I wanted you to touch me and now you are and it's not enough.  My clit is throbbing.  I need to cum, but more than that I need you to make me cum.  I slide a bit forward, forcing your fingers closer. Your breath catches, but then something changes.  Your breathing stabilizes.  You're suddenly calm.  You've made a decision and for a moment I am terrified that you are going to tear your hand away and leave.  But you don't.  Instead you shit closer and run your first knuckle over the damp satin covering my pussy, pushing slightly against my clit. That earns you a quiet groan as my hips slide further forward and I drop the soda into the cup holder. You press my clit again, this time more urgently, letting the tiny circles of my hips guide you, feeling my juices soak through the silk.  I'm panting now, fingers curled around the arms of my chair and you twist your hand, pressing your thumb hard against my clit, "Cum for me".  It's the first thing you've said to me and the sound of your voices sends wild shivers over my body making me cry out as I cum in shaking waves, gasping for breath and collapsing back into the seat. 

You lean over and kiss my shoulder as your fingers probe the edges of my panties, but the material is pulling tight across my body and you can't slide them under. You raise your lips to my ear, "Take your panties off". Neither of us has looked away from the screen yet, but as I raise my hips and push my underwear down to my knees you bend forward and finish their removal, tucking them discreetly into your palm and bringing them to your face. You look at me, drawing my eyes to yours and smile as you inhale my scent, a shocked laugh escapes you, you had thought I was lying.  Then you slip them into the pocket of your jeans. 

Watching you leads my eyes to your lap and the very visible bulge there. They open wider and my breath catches. Chuckling that cocky chuckle I love you take my hand and press it to your growing cock, lifting your hips slightly. All of the fear of consequence has left you and now you are feeling completely in control and sure of yourself.  You know how badly I want you and it fills you with confidence and power. My fingers instinctively try to squeeze you but the thick material of your jeans makes it impossible. You raise my hand and kiss my palm, your lips warm and smooth. I can feel your smile against my skin.  Turning you make sure the theatre is indeed still empty before unbuttoning your jeans and sliding my hand inside them to your cock, hard and throbbing. I'm shocked at the heat of you as you curl my fingers around the shaft and squeeze your hand over mine. I stroke you free from your jeans and you push them down over your hips.  My eyes are locked on the head of your cock and I my mind flash to all the jokes you've made about me giving you a hand job.  Now it's my turn to chuckle, knowing I need to do more than that. 

I lean forward slowly, allowing my dress to fall forward, feeling your eyes on my breasts, and take the head of your cock into my mouth, running my tongue over the tip and under the rim, scraping my teeth over the top as my hands stroke your shaft. You groan as I take you all the way into my throat until my lips are pressed against your belly and you burry your fingers in my thick curls. Your hips start to thrust slightly and I let you lead the pace, using my tongue and teeth over your cock, sucking harder as you pull out of my mouth. Slipping a hand between my thighs I press a finger into my pussy, covering it in my juices then lift your balls to your body and slide my finger behind them, moving it back to your ass, pressing, rubbing but not entering you. Your moans are more constant now and I suck harder on the head of your cock, stroking the shaft tightly, wanting so badly to taste more of you as your precum slides over my tongue. 

Abruptly and with more strength then I would have imagined, you grasp my arms and pull me up to you pressing your forehead to mine and panting heavily. Pushing the hair back from my face you kiss me, hard, demanding but so sweetly my muscles melt and I fall into you. Pulling me into your lap you slide your tongue past my lips, tangling with mine, kissing me so deeply I loose thought of all else until I feel your hands on my breast and I groan into your mouth. You pull the ties that hold my dress up loose and it falls to my waist, freeing my breasts to your eager hands as you kiss my over jaw, down my neck, nibbling and sucking my nipples into your hot, wet mouth. My body starts shaking and I squeeze my thighs tight, waiting for the orgasm to take me but you lift me suddenly and drop me into my seat, kissing over my stomach and pushing my skit over my hips. "I need to taste you".  I don't know if it's the words or the way you say them but an electric current slams through me and now every inch of my body is on fire.

I'm shaking with anticipation as you kiss your way up the inside of my thigh, licking the crease where it meats my body, sliding your fingers over my smooth lips.  You push my thighs up and back, pulling my ass to the edge of the seat and give me one long lick from my ass to my clit.  I shudder, digging my fingers into your hair as your flick your tongue over my clit again and again, sliding your fingers into my pussy and rubbing that sweet spot until I'm moaning your name over and over, begging you to let me cum. You wrap your lips around my clit and suck, playing your tongue in delicious circles and when you feel my body tense you slide one wet finger into my ass. My hips rise off the seat as my back arches and I cry out shuddering. 

Remembering where we are you quickly cover my mouth with your hand and I nibble your palm as the orgasm slowly recedes. Without giving me a moment to recover you rise up and slam your cock into me, freezing instantly, caught off guard by the tight velvet heat, you shudder with pleasure trying not to move, not to cum. It subsides a bit and you move slowly, building a steady rhythm that I match, reaching up to grab your hip and pull you into me. You move faster now and I can feel my muscles tense, my back arch and I know I'm about to cum very hard - when a noise outside the theatre doors catches our attention and you jump instantly back into your seat. 

A minute passes and whatever it was is gone. You're panting now, but your cock has not lost one bit of its smooth hard pride. "Come here baby" you motion for me to rise and taking my hips in your hands guide me back onto your cock. Grasping the back of the seat in front of me I grind back into you, squeezing you tight as I pull away, moving slowly then an little faster. Your hips buck up to meet me and you feel so good thrusting inside me, rubbing all the right places, my clit sliding over your shaft. As my body tenses my movements become jerky and your stand up, pushing me against the seat in front of me, taking my breasts into your hands as you slam your cock into me harder and faster. Your hand cracks down on my ass and I want to scream your name but I can't so I moan it over and over while you whisper into my ear "Cum for me Sunny, cum with me". Hearing you say my name like that throws me over the edge and I start to cum hard moaning "Dixon" over and over.  Then you whisper one word that pushes me to ecstasy and I cry it out just as I feel you tense, groan and empty into me. You shudder and collapse against me. Waves like aftershocks take us both, causing our hips to buck slightly again and again.  Your arm is wrapped tight around my middle, supporting me.  You're panting against my cheek and your breath is sweet and buttery.

When we've both caught our breath you turn me around and kiss me tenderly, deeply before pulling the front of my dress back up and tying it behind my neck. You place tiny kisses over my shoulders, across my collar bone and then sit back in your seat buttoning your jeans. 





Double Feature



This story and all of the character belong to me. That’s my copyright statement, not that I think anyone would want to take them. I don’t advocate any of the acts in this story. Unprotected sex, especially this variety, is extremely irresponsible and unconscionable. But, this is fiction, where’s there is no HIV and no STIs unless you write them in, so keep that in mind. I hope you enjoy it.

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It’s dark and slightly humid when she enters, the air thick with the musk of countless loads of semen. She stands along the back wall for nearly half an hour, thinking of the smirk on the cashier’s face as she bought the ticket. A single woman, no man by her side as she ducks into the dingy swinging metal doors, wearing a short skirt and top cropped just high enough to bare an inch of her belly. She imagines she’s a bit of an anomaly here, a fact reinforced as she watches three drag queens slide through the shadows, enticing the men scattered through the darkness. Their movements are almost more interesting than the sight on the screen.

Almost, but not entirely. There, splashed large against the front wall, is a woman on all fours. A man is behind her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with insane ease as she cries out in pleasure and claws at the carpet. Her noises are interrupted only occasionally by the man’s grunts, by his muttered, curt demands, and by the slap of their skin together.

For reasons she can’t quite define, the sight of the wigged heads bobbing up and down over anonymous laps is, however, in another way more enticing. More real, more dirty, and she wonders what that feels like. To solicit anonymous sexual contact, not for money but for the sheer pleasure of it. For the sheer pleasure of sucking cock, of maybe getting fucked.

She intends to find out soon enough. It’s why she came, after all. Why she drove nearly an hour away from her home to a city where she’s not known, why she researched until she found this theatre. Six months… that’s how long it took her to work up her nerve. She drove up numerous times, circling by the front of the building but, at the last moment, unable to bring herself to go in. This time, though, she parked her car, got out, and bought a ticket. And now here she stands, the lone female lost in the darkness behind a crowd of horny, aroused men. She’s not sure her presence has been noted yet. She slid in like a phantom, hid herself like a chameleon.

The movements of the drag queens continue to mesmerize her. She watches them, maps their routine. Circle the room and spot a target first, then ease into the empty seat beside the man chosen. Eyes forward, one hand will make the initial foray, usually aiming straight for the man’s cock. There is then either acceptance or rejection. For those batted away, it is simply on to new prey. No hard feelings and no drama, just another circle around the theatre until someone else is identified. If the advance is accepted, then one of three things happens. Option one… the drag queen’s head disappears, only to reappear at regular intervals for a minute or perhaps two. Most don’t take much longer than that. These men aren’t concerned with longevity or stamina. The mission is to cum and cum quickly, which all do. Option two… the couple gets up and walks over to the wall. Here the man will lean against the wall and the drag queen will drop to the ground in front of him. She likes this option, because it gives her more to watch.

Option three is a bit of a mystery to her. Here, the men will disappear into the bathroom. She doesn’t know what they do there, doesn’t know whether it’s simply yet another blowjob, delivered this time in relative privacy, or if the bathroom is reserved for fucking.

Not that anything’s private, really. Those who choose the wall almost immediately attract attention. Thirty seconds after choosing a position, they are beset. Men flock, drawn like a herd of ravenous, mindless animals, hands immediately reaching into their pants to pull out their cocks, hoping to be next. Some attempt to push their way into the oral action, others attempt to use it as an opportunity to slide their cock into a hopefully willing ass. Most are turned away.

In her mind, she puts herself in that position. She thinks about what it would be like, to be surrounded by hard, willing cocks. She thinks about strangers pawing her in the darkness, trying desperately to position her body for their use. She thinks about feeling a faceless cock slide into her pussy or her ass as another pumps into her mouth, and she’s already so wet that her pussy lips slide against one another with such ease that she’s almost embarrassed.

She’s not sure if she’s ready for that, but isn’t yet disturbed enough to leave. Part of her wants to try something. After all, she’s made it this far. She’s entered the theatre, has paid her fee.

The door creaks open and she shrinks back into the darkness, hiding once again. The man who walks past her, unseeing, is tall. He has close-cropped hair and dark skin, face shadowed by stubble. He’s lean, with a long, lanky body, and she’s instantly drawn to him. Something about his white vee neck tee-shirt and worn jeans appeals to her. He is handsome, in a casual and disheveled way.

Not long after he sits, one of the drag queens slides into the chair next to him. The advance is rebuffed, and, at her perch against the wall, she breathes a sigh of relief. For long moments after that, she watches his broad shoulders, highlighted by the flickering light from the screen.

Something in her makes a decision, and before she realizes what she’s doing, she’s easing out of the darkness. Heads turn, then do a double take, as she walks by, and some of the men mumble invitations. She ignores them, instead making her way steadily toward the man. Brushing the seat with a kleenex she has brought, she sits next to him, aware of the way his body instantly stiffens. He glances at her briefly, and when their eyes meet she sees a bright flicker of surprise. She blushes, then looks away, her hand landing lightly on his knee. When it is not brushed away, she trails her hand upward, fingers soon tracing over the length of the bulge in his crotch. Through the thick fabric of his jeans, she maps his outline, pleased by the thickness of his cock, by its length.

She smiles when she feels him shift in his seat, and flicks open the line of buttons holding his pants together with an ease that surprises her. He is wearing boxer briefs underneath, and ever so gently she eases them over his cock, pushing them down underneath his balls, leaving them and his cock free. Almost amazed with herself, thinking of how far she’s come in such a short span of time, she hesitantly wraps her hand around his shaft, slowly sliding it up and down. He moans softly and, emboldened, she slips her hand down to his balls, fondling them. They are heavy and hot, covered with a soft, sparse layer of hair. She weighs them in her palm, rolls them between her fingers, traces patterns on the skin. He moans again, and then, without warning, slides a hand behind her head, pushing her down.

She resists for a second, but something about the force of his hand on the back of her head, purposefully pushing her down, is exciting. Very exciting, and she slides back in her chair so that she can take the head of his cock in her mouth. It’s large, and heavy on her tongue, and she takes a second to become used to the taste of him. Soon she begins to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she slides his shaft over her tongue, her mouth a warm, wet cavern around him. She loves the way she feels – slutty – with the slurps she makes as she sucks him almost deafening in her ears. His hand is still against the back of her head, guiding her, sometimes pushing her down farther than she would have gone on her own. The forcefulness arouses her even more, and she moans, the noise vibrating through his cock.

It is enough, apparently, to send him over the edge because, without warning, she feels a spurt of thick, hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She nearly gags, the sensation unexpected, and before she has time to think about it, she is swallowing the thick, viscous liquid. It slides slowly down her throat, spurt after thick spurt, and though she is not sure why, she continues to suck as he relaxes, as his cock begins to soften.

When she finally pulls free with a pop, she’s sure her cheeks are blazing red with embarrassment. She’s not sure what came over her, and the feel of the stranger’s cum in her belly is as heavy as lead. Despite that, she’s more aroused than she can remember.

“How much?”

His words startle her, his voice scratchy and low, and she turns to look at him, confused.

“I’m sorry?” she asks, almost laughing at the prim tone of her voice.

“How much do I owe you?” he asks, and she recoils, horrified.

“You don’t owe me anything,” she whispers, mortified, realizing suddenly that he thinks she’s a prostitute.

He sits back, clearly a bit shocked.

“Then why…” he starts to ask, brows beetling.

Lowering her head, voice full of shame, she says, “Because I wanted to.”

This seems to excite him after it sinks in, and he leans over, lips by her ear. “So you get off on sucking cock?”

The harsh words grate, and she feels alternately demeaned and aroused. To hear it put that bluntly is far from flattering, but she’s not delusional enough to try and convince herself that there is any pretty way to paint her actions. She was not forced to come to the theatre, not forced to approach this man nor suck his cock. She did it because she wanted to do it, because it excited her. Now that she’d done it once, she has no doubt she’d do it again.

So, clearing her throat, she nods. “Something like that.”

“Maybe you want to fuck?” he asks, and despite the crudeness of the question, she can’t help the little shiver that races down her spine.

There’s a hand sliding up her thigh suddenly, moving quickly until a finger is slipping into her unprotected wetness. The man grunts in surprise, his digit instantly coated with her thick arousal.

“Oh, I think you do,” he growls, almost to himself, and she gasps and spreads her legs further as one thick finger pushes roughly into her.

She looks over, and to her surprise, sees that he’s hard again.

His finger is pushing into her, far from gentle, but she loves it. Loves it so much that she thinks she might cum soon, if not from the actual sensation then simply from the thought of what she has done and is doing.

“Come here,” he said, tugging at her, surprisingly strong arms lifting her from her seat. Before she has time to think about it, she finds herself still facing forward, thought this time perched above his lap. She hears the slide of fabric against fabric as he scoots down in his seat, and then the thick tip of his cock is prodding against her pussy. He positions himself, his tip just inside of her, and stays that way for a second. She shivers in anticipation, then cries out loudly in surprise as his hips jerk up hard, instantly burying his long length in her pussy.

The cry draws the attention of the other men, and she hears muffled footsteps as some draw nearer. They’re not brave enough to approach completely yet, and she doesn’t know exactly what she’s going to do when they do. For now, she watches the woman on the screen, legs over the shoulders of the man on top of her, breasts bouncing wildly as he fucks her. The cock inside her own pussy is still for the moment, filling her completely. Large hands push her shirt up over her breasts, baring them, and long fingers find and pinch her nipples, drawing another cry.

“You’re so fucking wet,” the man mutters, seemingly amazed. “Such a fucking slut. Fuck yourself on my cock, slut.”

She’s shocked at the words. Shocked at what he’s called her, what he’s said to her. Shocked by how much she enjoys it. It’s like his commands give her permission to revel in her sluttiness, and she braces her hands on the back of the seats in front of her and starts to grind herself back into his cock. His hands are still on her breasts, cruelly pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples, and she loves it. The pain shoots straight down her belly to her pussy making her, impossibly, wetter. Soon she has worked up a sweat, the bounce of her body on his lap hard work. He’s lasting much longer than when she took his cock in her mouth, no doubt because of that first quick cum.

A dark shadow falls over her, and she looks up to see than a man has finally become brave enough to approach. His skin is extremely dark, the color of coffee beans in the darkness of the theatre. He’s bald, and stoutly built with wide shoulders and a small paunch. He’s got his cock out and ready, and she takes in the long thickness of it with both trepidation and excitement.

The man beneath her shifts suddenly, and without warning she finds herself standing and bent over. He’s standing as well, and she shivers as he leans over her back to whisper in her ear.

“Suck it,” he says, pushing her head forward.

She hesitates for a moment, but there’s something about the dark cock pointing at her face that beckons her. She has to stretch to fit it in her mouth, but soon she finds herself pinned between the two. The man in front of her rocks his hips, gently thrusting into her, as the man behind slams into her hard.

And then he’s gone, and she wants to turn around, to see what’s going on, but she can’t because the man in front of her is holding her head. Not that it matters, really, because less than a second later she feels his cock pressing insistently against her anus, and she stiffens, wanting to protest. She can’t, though, held steady by the man in front of her, his cock in her mouth prohibiting speech. She can only think that the man behind her must have brought his own lubricant, because the thick tip of his cock presses into her with more ease than she had expected. Not much more, though, and he still struggles to penetrate her. As soon as he does, though, he pushes in deeply, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. There is a moment of intense pain, and then nothing but surprisingly pleasant fullness.

She gasps, her body still remembering the pain of his penetration. He’s thick inside her, seemingly thicker than he was when he was in her pussy. She knows that can’t be true, that he can’t have grown in the second he was outside of her body, but she can’t deny that the taut stretch of her anus around his cock is less than comfortable. In fact, tears come to the corners of her eyes, but she tries to blink them away.

The man in front of her resumes his rocking motion, having successfully completed his task of keeping her still. He pushes further and further into her mouth, sometimes bumping roughly against the back of her throat, and she wants to protest but there’s no way. Not with his cock constantly in her mouth. Though, truth be told, she’s not sure she actually would protest if she had the chance. Having no choice, having her mouth be little more than a fuckhole for him, is intensely arousing.

The man behind her, having obviously decided that she has had enough time to grow accustomed to him, begins to move. She’s had her ass fucked before, of course, but there’s something about the sensation that makes it feel like new each time. The long, slow stroke, so different in feeling than when a cock is in her pussy, nearly drives her wild. Her body almost immediately grows tense, antsy. She begins to rock, pushing herself back on the man’s cock, wanting more.

A sudden, sharp slap to her left buttock startles her into stillness, and she cries out in surprise around the cock in her mouth. Another to her right buttock, and then a series of four more to each cheek have her near tears. She whimpers, hands tightening on the back of the chair upon which she’s balancing, and shivers as he leans down, lanky body covering her back.

“Be still, bitch,” he whispers in her ear, fingers trailing with incongruous tenderness along the side of her neck. “And hurry up and finish him off.”

Almost despite herself, despite the fact that some part of her thinks that she needs to be repulsed by this man, by his demands and by what she’s doing, she isn’t. Instead she starts to suck harder, her tongue wrapping around his cock as she pulls him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her efforts, however, seem to go unrewarded, as the man continues to pump his hips gently and slowly into her mouth, his rhythm unbroken.

He continues on like that for long minutes, until her jaw begins to ache from the sheer girth of him and tears again begin to gather in her eyes. Finally, when she thinks he’ll never cum, he finally does. Thick, hot spurts of cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallows furiously to take it all in.

The man steps back with a groan and a sigh, and she takes a second to run her tongue along her lips. Without warning, the man behind her winds a hand through her hair, yanking back and pulling her upper body up towards his torso, his other hand wrapping around her other upper chest.

“Such a fucking slut,” he whispers hotly in her ear, the words almost loving. “Taking my cock in your ass, swallowing two loads of cum. Such a fucking slut. You fucking love this, don’t?”

She whimpers at the words, though whether it’s from embarrassment or acquiescence, she doesn’t know. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

He takes her left nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pinching cruelly, his nail digging into her tender flesh. “I said, you fucking love this, don’t you?” he repeats, tone harsh, demanding.

Her head drops forward, cheeks flushed deep red with embarrassment. She can’t quite comprehend the situation she’s gotten herself into, can’t quite accept it as reality. It seems somehow removed from reality.

Nevertheless, she nods, a weak, “Yes,” spilling free from her throat like the squeak of a mouse. It’s obviously enough for him, because his grip on her nipple eases, and she pants with relief.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, voice filled with obvious amusement. “The first step toward self-actualization is admitting what you really are. Not that I care what you really are. All I care about is what I’m about to do to you. Do you know what I’m about to do to you?”

She takes in a deep breath, almost as if she’s bracing herself. Based on his unpredictable behavior, she figures it’s a wise move.

“Uhm, not really,” she says softly, clearing her throat.

The hand wrapped around her torso sneaks up to her chin, turning her head to the side so that his lips are pressed gently to her ear.

“I’m going to fuck your ass raw, and when I’m finished, I’m going to leave. And if you and I are ever here together again, maybe you’ll remember what I did for you and you’ll show your appreciation.”

With that, he pushed her head down again until she was once more bent over the back of the seat in front of her, hands braced on the armrests as he positioned himself behind her. He used his feet to push her legs further apart, the move seeming to make his cock feel even larger inside of her, and she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the onslaught.

She didn’t have long to wait. Seconds later he’d pulled himself free of her spinchter only to push back in, stretching her wide all over again. He did this two, three, maybe ten times, until she was whimpering and he was sliding into her with ease. And then, he wrapped his fingers around her hips to hold her steady and began to pound into her, his hips slapping loudly against the flesh of her buttocks.

Each thrust pushed her hard into the seat back she was bent over, and she wondered idly if she’d have a horizontal bruise across her abdomen the next day. It wasn’t a thought she entertained long, though, with the man behind her shoving the entire length of his thick cock up her ass.




Double Feature



“Reaming,” she thought to herself, the word from the porn stories she’d perused online popping to mind. “That’s what he’s doing to me.”

It wasn’t long before her occasional grunts turned into moans, before her moans got loud and louder until they were almost screams, though from arousal or from the increasing pain of his fucking, she wasn’t sure. The more the thrust, the more the friction built, and the hotter her spinchter felt. Burning… burning and tender soreness, brought about from his near abuse of her body, and she knew she shouldn’t like it nearly as much as she did.

But she did like it. Liked feeling violated and abused. Liked the pain and the humiliation, enjoyed the delicious degradation of having this stranger thoroughly fuck her ass.

Liked it so much that, with a scream, she came.

Her entire body tightened as she did, spinchter tightening around the man inside her so tightly that the feeling of him inside of her was almost excruciatingly painful. The tightening was involuntary, a byproduct of her orgasm, and even as he continued to thrust and even as she willed her body to loosen, it wouldn’t. And so, for what felt like forever but was probably only a few minutes, he continued to thrust into her, each movement only increasing her discomfort until finally, with a grunt, he came.

Seconds later she felt him ease himself free of her and heard the zip of his zipper. Fast footsteps heralded his departure, and as she was about to turn around and watch him go, she felt a hot splash of something wet shoot across her back. Knowing instantly that it was cum, she spun around to see where it was coming from. Standing, seeing a young man who looked barely old enough to be in the theatre jerking off to her right, cum flying in ribbons to land on her now exposed belly, she blushed even dark red if possible.

As the young man groaned, milking one last drop of cum out of his cock, he looked up at her, eyes slitted in a smirk.

“I’d fuck a bitch like you any day,” he said with a smile, stuffing himself back into his pants. “If you want some real cock, I’ll be back here on Saturday.”

Mortified, the import of what she’d done hitting her fully, somehow, through the smirk on the young man’s face, she pushed her skirt down and tried to straighten her shirt. She could feel the fabric sticking to the cum now coating her back and belly, and she whimpered with embarrassment, stumbling as she ran out of the theatre.

As she made her way through the lobby, it was as if she couldn’t escape the smirks and leers of the men milling around, and tears streaked down her cheeks and she wondered what she must look like. Lipstick smeared, hair a mess and with a freshly fucked look on her face, cum plastering her shirt to her skin. She could feel it slowly starting to drip out of her well stretched spinchter as well, and she sped up, not able to bear the thought of the men seeing cum drip down her thighs.

She winced when she slid into her car, her asshole burning and sore to the touch. Her asscheeks still stung from the small spanking she’d been given, and she squirmed in her seat, looking for a way to sit that felt in the least bit comfortable. She couldn’t find it, though, and resolved herself to simply dealing with the discomfort. After all, there was something oddly appealing about it.

By the time she’d made it back to her house, the cum on her back and belly had dried, sealing her shirt to her flesh, and she knew that most of the cum inside her had leaked out of her ass. She could feel its wetness in a puddle on her skirt. She felt used, abused, degraded, humiliated… she felt like a true and proper slut.

And she couldn’t wait to go back.



Double Feature



What a day.

It was Friday, which meant two new movies had premiered. However, it also meant that J.J. had to deal with all kinds of headaches. From being short-handed to having to make caramel popcorn to people complaining about the sound or someone on their cell phone, she was tired and just glad that she had two days off before starting it all over again.

She walked to the side parking lot, digging for her car keys in her purse, when she heard him.

"Hey, J.J." And there he was, leaning casually against his car with his hands stuck in his pockets. It was pretty obvious he was waiting for her, but part of her actually liked that. He smiled, and even though she was tired, her pussy started to get a little wet. God, does he know the effect he has on me sometimes?  

"Hey, Jack ... you stalking me now?" She walked up to him and he took a step closer to her. They stood there for a second, that same sexual tension from before starting to hum and thrum between them.

"Something like that ... I'm actually here to kidnap you." His broadening smile took away any threat behind the words and that wetness between her legs got a little stronger. She sighed, though, and shook her head.

"I can't ... today's been hell and I just want to chill out and relax."

He touched her arm to stop her from turning away, causing small goosebumps to rise on her skin. "No worries ... but why not do that with me? Remember that drive-in I mentioned? It's about an hour away and I'll drive so you can relax."

He ran his hand softly over her arm, stroking her skin and making it heat up. She looked at the sun low in the sky, considering the offer. She looked back at him and his blue eyes were serious, but kind ... and he looked good and his touch felt so good. Her resolve weakened and she had to laugh when he winked at her and smiled.

"You're gonna let me relax? No funny stuff?" Her words betrayed what her body had started to yearn for, but the part of her that was tired ruled for now.

He held up his first two fingers pressed together. "Scout's honor. I promise that you will be feeling relaxed and good in no time." He opened the passenger door to his Toyota Avalon and looked back at her. She shook her head at the double entendre and his slightly knowing smile, but she couldn't help start to think about how well Scouts tie knots ... and this just led her to think about him tying her up. Oh, man, he just knows what button to push, doesn't he?

She sat in his car and he closed the door. Whistling softly, he climbed into the driver's seat and they were off ...

One thing she had to admit, his car was really comfortable. The leather seat started to leech away her stress and worries a little at a time. He had turned the music down low, but smartly didn't try to make conversation. After a few minutes of his confident and easy driving, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

He snuck little looks at her from time to time as he drove the country highways to the drive-in. She had colored her short hair recently, turning the light blonde locks into a dark pink that he really liked and matched the color of her glasses. Her face was turned slightly away from him, making the soft curve of her neck more prominent. His gaze moved down her body, covered by the work T-shirt and dark slacks she wore. He watched her breasts fall and rise slightly and his cock started to get hard ... he hoped he would get to see more of her than the last time now that they wouldn't have to rush.

As they got closer to the drive-in, the night took over and he reached over to adjust the temperature on her side. Kicking the temperature up a few notches to keep her warm, he couldn't help but let his hand fall to her knee. His cock hardened even more and he shifted in his seat to ease the pressure. I wonder if she knows what she does to me?

She had actually almost fallen asleep and his hand on her knee was so soft and natural that she didn't really feel it at first. The car slowed and turned onto a side road, making her more conscious of her surroundings. His hand had shifted when they turned and she noticed it now, liking the way he left it there and didn't rush things.

She turned her head to him and smiled through half-closed eyes. He looked back, returning her smile and gently stroked her knee in small circles. She sighed and closed her eyes again, enjoying his soft touch. The more he circled, the more relaxed she got. At one point, she shifted in her seat and opened her legs a little wider, implicitly giving him permission to explore.

He noticed and started to slide his hand softly from her knee to her inner thigh and back. After every four or five strokes, his hand would end up a little higher. It was becoming maddeningly teasing to her and she opened her legs even wider. She kept her eyes closed, wondering if he was watching her. As his hand ever so slowly worked its way up her leg, closer and closer to her heat and wetness, she bit her lower lip gently. His soft chuckle answered that question, which made her wetter still.

Suddenly, his hand was gone and they were slowing and turning into a gravel driveway. She opened her eyes and saw that they had pulled into the drive-in and were now behind three or four cars waiting in line to enter. When she looked at him, half-upset and half-horny, he was smiling back at her with obvious lust in his eyes.

"Sorry about that, guess I should have told you we were there." She looked down at his lap and couldn't help but see the large bulge in his pants. She smiled back at him. Two can play that game. Surprising herself a little, she boldly reached over and stroked two fingers up and down his hard cock. He groaned low and long and his pelvis stiffened at her touch, thrusting his hips a little.

She gripped his pants-covered cock in her hand and squeezed, making him growl now in pleasure. Squeezing and pulling gently on his cock, she smiled sweetly at him. A horn suddenly sounded behind them and they both jumped, realizing that the space between them and the drive-in's entrance was empty now. She took her hand away and laughed softly as he cursed under his breath.

He drove forward, paid the man and pulled into the large open area. Driving down the rows, he searched for a spot that wasn't too close to anyone else but close enough to the screen. Finding a good spot and pulling in, he shifted the car into park and tuned the radio dial to the FM station shown on the signs throughout the lot. The sound for the preview on the big screen floated into the car and he turned it down just a bit. Rolling down his window a crack, enough to let in a gentle breeze but not enough to make the car cold, he turned to her and flipped the center console up and out of the way.

She smiled, slid closer to him and he laid his arm across her shoulders. As they settled in comfortably together, she felt relaxed and warm. The short nap had actually done her a ton of good, it seemed, and his stolid presence took away any lingering stress and thoughts of work. In fact, her thoughts kept turning back to the day he had snuck her in the kid's party room to have his way with her.

Remembering the passion and heat of that encounter, she couldn't help but shift her legs and clench them together. As the movie started, she snuck a glance at him and realized he wasn't paying any attention to it at all. He was looking right at her, a wry grin on his face.

"What ya thinking about?" The spark in his eyes told her that he probably already had a pretty good idea. She looked at his lap and noticed that the bulge there hadn't gone down at all – damn, I think it's even bigger – and then back at his face. The grin was gone now, replaced by a scorching look of lust that shot straight into her pussy and made her catch her breath.

"Ummm ... probably the same thing you are, obviously." He reached over and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and she shivered. "That day ..."

"What day was that?" He slid even closer to her and gently kissed her neck right behind her ear. He slipped one hand down, gently pulled her T-shirt loose from her pants and stroked the soft skin of her stomach.

"Mmmmmm ... you know what day, don't tease."

He kissed down her neck and then turned her face to look at him, his own mere inches away. "I want you to tell me, though." His hand had inched higher under her shirt and her back arched a little. She wanted him to touch her, touch her all over and her heated need made it hard to think.

"The ... the day we fucked." He kissed her hard and strong right after the last word had escaped and she groaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced for a minute until he finally broke away from her, resting his forehead on hers.

"You mean the day you asked if I could keep 'up' with you the next time?" He gently pulled his hand out from under her shirt and took her hand in his. Before she knew it, he had put her hand on the bulge in his pants. She moaned at how hard he was and started to massage his cock through his pants again. "What do you think? Does it feel like I can keep up?"

She shot back a wry grin of her own at him. "It feels like you're going to miss another movie, Jack." He smiled and kissed her again, the car starting to heat up.

She had to see his cock again, especially now that she didn't have to worry about getting caught or missing work. She pulled his zipper down and slid her small hand into the opening, pushing the soft cloth of his boxers up and to the side until her fingertips touched the soft skin wrapped around his hard cock. She moaned as she could feel his cock twitch with every quickening beat of his heart.

"Mmmm ... yessss ...." She wrapped her fingers as well as she could around his cock and started to squeeze and stroke it. She pushed her hand even deeper into his pants and ran her fingertips over the throbbing head of his cock. They slipped around it, over and under it, and she felt her fingers getting wet with his precum. "You feel soooo good."

He groaned at her touch and unbuckled his belt and pants instead of replying. Besides, he didn't trust his voice wouldn't crack with the passion she was building in him. He lifted his ass off the seat and pushed his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to pop free.

"Oh, yes ..." she murmured as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and started to pull up and down on it. She could see the thick purple head glistening in the dim light of the car and licked her lips in anticipation.

He was watching her intently and ran his hand up her back to caress her neck and the back of her head. Even after that first time, he wasn't quite sure how forceful she liked it, so he gently pushed her head down slightly, but didn't force it.

She adored it when a man took control and she had wanted to taste him since the first time she saw his cock. She slid down her seat until her knees were against the passenger door and her face was level with his cock. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock and squeezed, watching the shaft jump and thicken even more.

She leaned in and licked the head of his cock, feeling him exhale long and low yet push his hips up. She swirled her tongue around the head, enjoying the salty taste of his precum ... enjoying it so much she had to have more. She captured the head of his cock between her lips and sucked hard.

He growled loudly and tangled his hand in her hair. His other hand was gripping the steering wheel tightly as she started to bob up and down on his cock, her tongue dancing around the shaft. He didn't know if she was teasing him with the slow pace, but he really didn't care as the waves of pleasure shot through him.

His growl laced right into her pussy and she clenched her legs together again. She enjoyed sucking cock, especially when her partner was vocal about his appreciation. His whispers of "God, yes", "Oh, fuck ..." and "Oh, baby ..." only made her wetter still and she started to suck even harder even though his girth was already making her jaw ache a little. She felt his legs open to give her better access and she moved her hand down to play with his balls, squeezing them gently and feeling their fullness of cum. Cum she wanted to explode in her mouth ...

When one of her fingertips grazed the sensitive area between his balls and his asshole, he jumped so hard that he almost made her head hit the steering wheel. "Damn, baby, how did ... oh shit ..." He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence as she started to stroke and scratch lightly at that spot.

He started to thrust up into her willing mouth, gripping her head tightly as he fucked it. She had found that special spot and was mercilessly driving him crazy with it. He couldn't speak any more, only breath hard and fast as she worked him into a frenzy. He could feel his orgasm building up, but couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

She felt his cock start to thicken in her mouth and that made her suck him even harder, bobbing up and down faster still. "Baby, baby, baby," he said quickly, "... I'm getting close." He moaned and she pushed her finger hard against that special spot, still sucking him fast and as deep as she could go. He knew then that she wanted his cum and he couldn't hold back any longer. The spasms in his loins melded into one long one and he felt the first explosion of cum shoot into her mouth. His whole body tensed as he shot again and again into her mouth, his head thrown back on the seat's headrest.

She held her head still as he exploded into her mouth, filling it with his salty sweetness. She swallowed spurt after spurt, her reward for her work. When he finally started to relax, she let his softening cock slowly slip out, but not without swiping her tongue across his head one last time. She smiled when he jumped and wiped a dribble of cum from her chin, licking it off her finger.

She snuggled tight against him and looked at his face. Catching his breath, he smiled softly back at her and kissed her long and deep. She didn't expect that, but moaned into his mouth at his willingness to share with her. His hands moved back under her shirt and this time didn't stop until they found their target and squeezed her breasts through her bra. She lifted her arms up and let him pull the T-shirt over her head.

He threw the shirt on the back seat and reached around her to undo the bra clasp. When the bra came loose, she held the cups in place with one hand and looked at him. Reveling in his undivided attention, she slowly pulled the bra away to reveal her firm breasts. Slowly reaching out his hands to touch them, he traced intricate patterns around their fullness. The more he traced, the harder her nipples got and the faster her breathing became.

He pushed her against the seat and leaned in to capture her left nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly as he sucked on it and lashed his tongue across it. She tangled her hands in his short hair and pulled him tighter against her, filling his mouth with her breast. After a minute or two, he roughly pulled his mouth off her and captured the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He started to switch back and forth between them, suckling and kissing one nipple while he squeezed and pinched the other one, electric shocks shooting through her.

He finally pulled his mouth off her breasts and leaned back slightly to catch his breath. They just looked at each other for a long moment, the heat between them building and building. Suddenly, she grinned at him and pushed herself up off the seat. In a move worthy of a gymnast, she pushed herself over the top of the front seat and into the back seat. All he caught a glimpse of was her soft ass swinging in front of and past his face before he could even make a move to grab it.

She laughed softly and started to pull her pants off. "What are you waiting for, an invitation?" He looked back at her and just smiled, but with such passion and lust it made her bite her lip.

He shot a look out the windows to see if anyone had parked near them, but thankfully the nearest car was three spots over. Just to be on the safe side, he only shucked his pants and pulled his boxers back up. Anyone paying any attention would see the tent in his boxers, but he didn't plan on being outside that long ... and honestly didn't really care if they did.

He jumped out of the car, whipped around to the back door and opened it. Starting to climb into the passenger seat, the vision before him stopped him halfway through with one knee on the seat and the other leg still on the crushed gravel. In that short time, she had pulled her pants and panties off and was leaning back against the other door in front of him.

His view of her was breath-taking, mouth-watering and speech-defying ... shadows played against her pale skin, but only accentuated her sexiness and beauty. She had started to rub her pussy in anticipation and he could just barely see the glistening juices around her pussy lips and on her fingers. He watched as she slipped one finger deep into her pussy and heard her moan throatily.

His rapt gaze was turning her on so much she ached ... she pinched the nipple on her left breast, making it harder still as her other hand slipped and slid around her pussy. Propping her legs up slightly to give him a better look at her sex, she slowly finger-fucked herself and remembered when he had impaled her on the folding table. She couldn't really see what state he was in now, especially after he had already cum in her mouth, but she fervently hoped he would impale her again and again and again

He growled softly without even knowing he had, making her moan even louder. He closed the passenger door and pushed down his boxers, kicking them to the floor. Now she saw just how excited he was and her eyes widened. So big again so soon. But he didn't move closer to her for some reason ...

When he wrapped his fingers around his cock and started to pull slowly up and down on it, she moaned at the realization of what they were going to do. When he spoke next, low and almost in a growl, she almost came right there.

"Play with yourself ... I want to watch you."

He knew he could probably hold back from cumming again for a while, but she turned him on so damn much, he had to be careful. He wanted to fuck her good and long and hard, so he slowly fisted his cock and drank the sight of her in ...

She slowly pulled her wet finger out of her pussy and brought it up to her mouth, sucking the juices off it. He groaned at this erotic sight and she smiled. She moved her hand in a slow caress down her body, stroking her breasts and stomach before returning to her drenched pussy. She toyed with her hard clit, rubbing her juices against it, and she closed her eyes as the pleasure shot through her.

Eyes still closed, but feeling the heat of his stare on her, she slipped two fingers into her pussy and started to work them in and out. She pressed the heel of her palm hard against her clit and felt her pussy clench around her fingers. She knew she could cum easily if she kept doing this, but she so desperately wanted his cock in her pussy, filling it and giving it something so much thicker to clench around.

Her eyes shot open in surprise when she felt his hand grab her wrist. He had quietly scooted closer to her until he was kneeling right in front of her, still stroking his engorged cock. He gently pulled her wrist to him, sliding her fingers out of her pussy. When he put her hand on his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, she smiled lustily and rubbed her juices around his shaft, coating it. When he put his hand on her pussy and mimicked the actions she had just been doing – his two fingers sliding in and out of her easily and his thumb rubbing her clit – she stopped smiling and threw her head back in intense pleasure.




Double Feature



He didn't say a word as they mutually stroked each other; the only sound they could hear was each other's labored breathing. Almost at the same time, they both picked up the pace. She gripped his cock hard and stroked it firmly; he turned his fingertips up and stroked them in and out of her pussy like he was beckoning her.

His fingers were now stroking a sensitive spot in her pussy so well that she couldn't help herself. Catching her off guard, her orgasm hit her full-force and her pussy clamped down on his fingers again and again. She twitched and thrashed in front of him, her soft skin glistening with sweat. With her head thrown back against the seat, she lost herself in the spasms of pleasure until they slowly dissolved into the afterglow.

Watching her cum so intensely and the fact that she had never let go of his straining cock – in fact, she had gripped him just the way he liked it, strong and hard – had almost made him cum with her. Thankfully, he had been able to hold back so he could have what he so strongly desired right now.

"J.J." Just the sound of his voice made her pussy spasm one last time around his fingers. She lowered her head and looked at him. He was sweating slightly from the passion and his voice was almost too low and gravelly to make out. He cleared his throat and firmly pressed his hand against her pussy.

"I have to be in you ... now." The firm order, coupled with the yearning in his voice, stoked her desire even higher. She wouldn't be happy now either unless he was filling her up. Gently letting go of his cock and watching it jump and twitch on its own, she stared into his blue eyes.

"How do you want me, Jack?"

He didn't answer her; he just put both hands on her hips and pulled her onto him. She slid easily over his lap until she was straddling him, his hard cock nestled between her legs and ass cheeks. Maybe without even knowing it, he had found her favorite position, the one where she came the easiest and hardest. 

Lifting herself up slightly, she reached down and took hold of his cock. He shifted slightly down the back seat, his eyes never leaving hers. She pointed his cock straight up and nestled the head of it against her pussy lips. Her wetness, coupled with the juices she had spread around the shaft as she jerked him off, made it easy for her to slide down and push his cock deep into her.

When he filled her completely and she felt his balls against her pussy lips, they both let out deep and long sighs of pleasure. He flexed his cock and she felt it jump slightly in her. He put his hands on her hips as she started a slow up and down rhythm. She was wet – so wet – but he was so thick and hard that he was still almost too big for her.

That slow rhythm didn't last long as her pussy stretched for him and she started to ride him faster and faster. She threw her head back and forth, her pink hair swaying in front of her eyes, and he grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands, pulling them onto him to match her down stroke.

When he leaned in and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, almost biting it, she came a second time hard and quick. With a short scream, she bounced on him, her pussy clenching his hard cock and making squelching sounds as she drenched his balls with her juices. Her orgasm crashed over her again and again as he kept his lips locked on her hard nipple and sucked hard on it.

After what seemed like an hour-long orgasm, she collapsed on top of him, her head lying in the crook of his shoulder. When he flexed his hard cock in her again, it sent a small after-shock through her pussy and she moaned. Breathless, she marveled that he was still rock-hard.

Her words came in short bursts of air. "Did ... you ... come yet?"

"Not yet ... but it's all I can do to hold it back," he said through gritted teeth.

She raised her head and stared into his eyes. "Don't ... don't hold it back. I want it ... please."

His smile wasn't gentle any more, but one of need and desire. "Turn around then," he ordered.

When she moved, he couldn't believe it. Keeping his cock firmly in her pussy, she simply swiveled around until her back was to him. Oh shit, she IS a spinner. She leaned slightly forward, resting her arms on the front seat, pushed her ass down on him to take the last half-inch of his cock into her, and squeezed her pussy muscles.

When she heard his growl and felt his hands grips her hips, she looked back at him.

"Fuck me, Jack ... make me yours."

He firmly grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, not waiting for any more permission. The sweaty skin on the back of his legs made squealing sounds as they moved across the leather of the back seat, but all he could hear was the squelching of her pussy juices around his cock.

She laid her forehead on her arms and felt his balls slap repeatedly against her pussy. She urged him on with moans and groans and tried to squeeze her pussy as tight as she could around his cock. When he slapped her right ass cheek with one hand, she jumped in surprise but moaned in pleasure.

"Again ... do it again."

He slapped her other ass cheek, enough to leave the sting a little longer and make her ass a little redder. She bit down on her arm to keep from screaming as he slapped one cheek, than the other. He stopped only to pull her ass cheeks apart so he could watch his cock piston in and out of her, the skin of it shining with her juices. Even though it was going to be his second time cumming, he knew it wouldn't be much longer ... she had this crazy effect on him. His hips shifted into overdrive as he slammed his cock into her pussy and he felt another load of cum rise up from somewhere down near his toes.

Almost surprising her, he slammed her hips down onto his own and held here there forcefully. With a loud growl that might have escaped the confines of the car for other drive-in goers to hear, he shot another load of cum deep into her. His whole body tensed and quivered as he filled her up. After a long minute, he jumped slightly when her pussy squeezed one last bit of cum from his balls and he slowly relaxed.

She leaned back against him and felt his cock start to shrink gently inside of her. She didn't move right away ... she enjoyed the feeling of him and didn't want it to end, their sweaty skin cooling slowly. He kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder and reached around to cup her breasts. He languidly stroked them, not with the intent to turn her on, but to just enjoy the feel of her body at his leisure.

His voice behind her was low, but with a hint of laughter. "So ... you feeling relaxed and good yet?"

She laughed, remembering what he had told her earlier this evening. "What do you think?," she replied, squeezing her pussy muscles around his softening cock.

He moaned at the feeling. "I think you might make me shoot for a triple feature tonight, much less just a double feature."

Though she was pleasantly sore and a little tired, the thought of another round and his touch on her breasts sent tingles through her body. She lifted up slightly, letting his cock escape her, and swiveled around again, this time sitting in his lap with her legs to one side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into him.

"You really think you got some more in you? I wouldn't want to wear you out so quickly."

He laughed and pulled her naked body even closer to him. "I think I can accept that challenge."



Double Feature Ch. 02



This story belongs to me.  Consider this my copyright.  I DO NOT recommend that you do any of the things described in this story.  Unsafe sex is reckless, irresponsible and dangerous.  That's my public health disclaimer.  Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.

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She couldn't believe she was back. She'd waited nearly a month, torn between an almost overwhelming desire to return and a heartfelt fear that she was on the verge of a very dangerous precipice. Ready to tumble over, if the racing of her heart as she pulled into the parking lot of the theatre was any indication.

It was dark outside. Fitting, somehow, for the darkness she could feel building inside of her. The intensely compelling urge to throw away her inhibitions and her morals and any sense of self-preservation that she might be clinging on to in favor of the oddly fulfilling freedom of pursuing pleasure with little regard for any possible costs. It was almost like a force inside of her, a separate entity driving her to do things that her mind insisted she was incapable of doing.

Foolishness, really, because she was well aware that she was more than capable of doing what she was about to do again. After her first trip to the theatre, she'd spent the month in between masturbating herself to near exhaustion every night, thinking of how it'd felt to be there, to take strangers' cocks in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. Thinking of herself bent over the back of that chair as the man behind her tore into her. She'd been sore for nearly a week after, a twinge of pain shooting through her every time she sat.

She'd loved it.

And now she was back. She was wearing a short, loose black skirt and a tight black tank top. No bra, no panties, and no hose... just black heels. Fashionably slutty, in an easy to access way, she'd told herself as she'd assembled the outfit. A man had only to flip her skirt up to get to her pussy or her ass, and with no bra she didn't have to worry about fumbling fingers searching for the hook. Practicality was what she was shooting for, because there was no need to complicate her mission.

And what was her mission? To get fucked, for one, though beyond that she hadn't made any plans. The spontaneity of it all was almost as fun as the actual act. Not knowing what would come next... not being able to control what came next. That was perhaps the best part. That sense of recklessness, and the knowledge that she was probably just an inch away from being out of control of the situation. From being a pawn, unable to resist what might happen.

The lobby was empty as she walked in the theatre, save only for the cashier at the desk. His smirk let her know that he more than remembered her, and perhaps remembered the way she'd fled the theatre only a month ago. Maybe he'd even heard talk of her exploits. The thought made her a little wet.

"Well, welcome back, sweetheart," he said, and his voice was raspy as if he smoked a pack or two too many during his offtime. "Long time no see."

She blushed, uncertain how to answer. So, she merely shrugged her shoulders shyly, looking down.

"Cat got your tongue?" he teased, winking as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter. The move brought him closer to her, so close that she could smell his cheap cologne and see the hint of dark blonde stubble that was already beginning to take over his jawline.

He was a fairly young man, probably only in his early thirties. He had long blonde hair, currently pulled back into a slightly frizzy ponytail, and bright green eyes, but other than that, his features were unremarkable. He looked like an ordinary kind of guy, one that she wouldn't look at twice in her everyday life. But, even though he was kind of scrawny, he still had that lean, rangy look about him, letting her know that he was undoubtedly stronger than he appeared.

At her continued silence, he chuckled. "Hell, who needs conversation anyway. It's $20 tonight."

Eyebrows rising slightly at that, she moved to slide off her shoe, looking for the cash she'd stashed there. She figured prices might be a higher on the weekends, but it was still a little more than she'd expected.

"Unless..." he drawled, drawing her attention and halting her movements. "Unless you want to work out a deal."

The lascivious tone in his voice caught her interest, and she paused for a second before clearing her throat. "Just what kind of deal?" she asked, surprised as the words came out as a teasing whisper.

At that the man smirked again, then nodded his head to the side.

"Why don't you come around to this side of the counter and I'll show you," he said suggestively.

By the time she'd stepped around, he had already unzipped his pants and pulled his semi-hard cock free. Standing there, one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other propped up against the counter, he looked from her lips to his cock and then back again.

She stood for a second, a number of witty comments racing through her mind. In the end, she opted to forget about the banter and get right down to business. After all, it was an inevitability. She was going to suck his cock regardless of what was said and who said it, and there was really no need to prolong the obvious. She saw him as a warm-up, really, and the fact that she was trading the use of her mouth for the admission fee to the place where she'd come to get royally fucked was irony in a delicious sort of way.

The floor was hard beneath her knees, and it was hot and airless under the counter, but she didn't really care. His cock, once she'd stroked it to life, was fairly normal in size and appearance, and she wasted little time before taking him in her mouth. He gasped, then hissed, then slid one hand under the counter so that it rested against the back of her head and then let her do all the work. She could hear him talking with others occasionally, accepting their money and offering change in curt exchanges, and had to wonder at his apparent staying power. He showed no signs of cumming quickly.

Intrigued, she moved beyond the simple, standard blowjob. Slowing down, she teased him slightly with her tongue, wrapping him in the soft, hot, wetness of her mouth as one hand gently manipulated his scrotum, squeezing and stroking the flesh there. Sometimes, with no warning, she moved quickly, taking him fully in her mouth until the tip of his cock barely pushed into the opening of her throat, and she'd suck hard, creating an unyielding vacuum around his flesh. It was interesting, almost like an experiment, to see how he responded each time, until finally she grew weary of the play and began to bob up and down rapidly, fucking his cock with her mouth.

His breath started to come in harder and harder pants, and soon his hand was a constant pressure against the back of her head, pushing her further and further onto his cock and holding her there for longer and longer amounts of time. She felt him swell only seconds before he started to cum, and she swallowed each thick spurt with ease, some part of her taking pride in the fact that she'd caused that.

When she pulled away with a light smack, he looked down at her, a dark grin on his face. "Good job, sweetheart. For that, I'll give you half-off. Only $10 for you tonight."

At the words, she rocked back on her heels, shocked. "You can't mean..." she sputtered, incensed.

"Pay up or I can't let you in," he said smugly, one eyebrow cocked expectantly. "And wouldn't that be a shame."

"You... you... you tricked me," she fumed, digging a $10 bill out of her shoe angrily and then slapping it into his outstretched palm.

"Not so," he qualified, shoving the bill into his money drawer. "I said we could work out a deal. You didn't bother to ask the terms. Besides, you know you would've done it for free. I heard the story about the last time you were here. Seems to me like you're a slut for any hard cock you can find, and I don't see why I shouldn't be able to get in on that action just because I'm stuck out here. The way I see it, I was doing you two favors at once."

Left gaping as he turned around, leaving her standing there staring at his back like a fool, she took a minute to think over what he'd said. He'd heard about the story about the last time she was there, he'd said, which meant that he wasn't the only one. What kind of room would she be walking into, then, if all of the men there thought they had only to whip out their cocks and she'd be more than happy to service them? She couldn't handle that.

But she was already at the theatre, another part of her mind insisted. She'd paid her $10 and worked the rest off in trade. Might as well go ahead and go in... she didn't know what it would be like. It could be that the cashier only heard the gossip because he worked there.

So, taking a resolute breath, she made her way down the dirty steps that led to the theatre and slid in quietly again, once more hiding herself in the darkness. The movie was different this time, and definitely piqued her interest.

A beautiful blonde girl lay on her side, one leg held up high in the air. Behind her, barely visible, was a large, muscular black man thrusting excitedly into her. Her breasts jiggled with the force of his movements, and her eyes were scrunched closed in an __expression of pleasure/pain. Five other black men stood behind and to the side watching, each stroking an impressively long, hard cock. As she watched, the man behind her rolled over onto his back and she straddled him, hands resting on his shoulders for balance. Even as she eased into place, another man approached and knelt down behind her, his cock immediately zeroing in on her unfilled ass.

She watched, enthralled, as he slid his cock slowly into her ass until he was buried fully. The sounds the girl made were exquisite. Low moans and shrill squeaks, and she could tell from the look on the girl's face that she wasn't faking the intensity of the moment. To be filled that fully, to be impaled on two cocks as large as the ones nearly splitting the actress on the stage in two... she thought she might just cum from the mental image alone.

She didn't, though, and looked away from the screen in an attempt to keep calm even though the sounds of the threesome on screen were almost enough to keep her in a constant fog of dazed arousal. But, she needed to check out the scene, needed to know if there was any good reason for her to stay.

There were more drag queens there, of course. It was the weekend, after all, and so the theatre was slightly more crowded than it had been the last time she'd come. As she watched them circle the room, as she watched them find willing partners, she wondered about the men who came to the theatre. Were some gay? She knew they had to be, even if the film being shown was the epitome of heterosexuality. Were some straight? She imagined that was true as well. After all, some of the men rejected the advances of the drag queens. Not that accepting a blow job made them gay, that is. She imagined that some of the men figured a mouth was a mouth, no matter to whom it was attached. Were some of them bi? She had no doubt.

Part of her wondered if she held any interest for the gay men there. Would they see her presence as a chance to try out something new, or to return to something they hadn't had in a while? Did they subscribe to the "a hole is a hole" philosophy? Part of her wished they would. She didn't know why, but the thought was a tiny bit thrilling to her. Not that she would know, of course. She didn't plan on asking for names or sexual orientations before playing around. And maybe it was better for her not to know, and to simply be able to imagine.

Not that she really had time to think about it. The door to the theatre swung open and a man entered, pausing just inside and looking around as if trying to spot someone. The someone he was trying to spot, apparently, was her because as soon as he made out her form, he ambled over. Shifting into the darkness even further, she waited apprehensively, not quite sure about this turn of events.

He didn't bother with her show of shyness, though. Instead, he moved in right beside her, leaning against the wall by her shoulder and hemming her into the corner. One of his hands found hers, and before she could protest he'd placed her hand on his cock.

"The guy at the desk told me you'd be more than happy to help me out with this," he whispered in her ear, and she drew back, a little shocked at both the words and at his bluntness.

"He was mistaken," she said sharply, though she didn't remove her hand from where it was, resting over the front of the man's blue jeans. The man was only a little taller than she, with a bandy build that reminded her a little bit of a rooster parading around. His hair was cropped close in a military style cut, and he wore glasses with round lenses that weren't the most flattering in the world. But despite that, despite the fact that she didn't really find him attractive and that his cock, from what she could feel of it, wasn't all that impressive, she didn't make any overt move to push him away.

Tilting his head to the side, looking at her contemplatively, the man nodded his head slowly from side to side. "Nah, I don't think he was. I think," he continued, putting his hands on her shoulders and slowly turning her so that she was facing the wall, "that he was exactly right."

She wasn't sure why she didn't protest, first when he pressed her against the wall and then when he flipped her skirt up over her buttocks. But she didn't, and when he eased her legs apart with his thigh and ran his fingers through her slit, finding them instantly coated by her thick wetness, she decided it didn't matter. For whatever reason, she was going to let him fuck her.

And fuck her he did. Seconds later she felt his cock in her pussy, with no real pretense of foreplay. Instead, he simply pressed into her and started thrusting, short little thrusts that she could barely feel. He wasn't well endowed, nor did he seem all that interested in whether or not she enjoyed the experience, and after what was probably only around 45 seconds of frenzied activity behind her, he came.

"Thanks baby," he whispered in her ear, panting from his short-lived exertion, then patted her on the ass before disappearing out the door once again.

Left almost bewildered by the encounter, it took her a second to comprehend that she had known for less than two minutes the man whose cum was slowly leaking out of her pussy. She'd been thoroughly and completely used. He'd treated her more or less as a prostitute, there only to satisfy his desire. He hadn't bothered to worry about her pleasure. In fact, he'd been less than concerned about her pleasure because if he'd thought that she would get anything from his less than impressive performance, then he'd been sadly led astray at some point during his past.

As she surreptitiously reached between her legs and used a napkin she had brought with her to wipe away some of his cum, she tried to come to grips with the fact that while she hadn't enjoyed fucking the man, she enjoyed what he stood for. The mere thought of what he'd done made her wet. The fact that she'd let him, a stranger who she didn't even find attractive, fuck her and fill her dripping pussy with his cum before disappearing with nothing more than a "Thanks"... well, it made her want to do it again.

It was time to pick some prey.

So many, many choices...

Almost every type and variety of man she could imagine was there. Tall, short, fat, thin, bald, hirsute, black, white, Asian, Hispanic. Every type, and she couldn't help but think of them as an all-you-can-eat buffet lined up just for her. Chosing would be the hardest part.

She thought for a moment, mulling over her options, before she decided to try someone unlike anyone she'd ever been with before. He had darkly tanned skin and slicked back black hair. If she had to guess, she'd say he was probably from Puerto Rico though she wasn't sure. Regardless, he looked more than surprised when she gingerly eased herself into the seat beside him and placed her hand lightly on his knee.

Feeling oddly confident, unsure whether or not her newfound control of the situation was due more to her past experience or the load of cum already sitting heavily in her belly, she turned to him and smiled. "If you don't want me to do this, then tell me now."

Resisting the urge to laugh at his nearly panic-striken ____expression, she trailed her fingers lightly up his thigh, running a sharp nail over the button fly of his jeans. He didn't say anything, merely swallowed convulsively and nodded his head up and down in a somewhat frantic motion, and she smirked as she began to pop open the first of five buttons.

It didn't take long for him to ease down in his seat to help her out, and within seconds she'd eased his semi-erect cock out of his briefs. Determined to make semi into fully, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him lightly, thumb brushing against the first few drops of precum that almost immediately began to ooze out of his tip.

Intrigued, interested in getting a closer look, she eased out of her seat so that she was resting between his legs, knees bent so that she was even with his lap. Thick, dark hair grew in a thatch at his crotch, curling up around his balls and the shaft of his penis. It was oddly coarse under her fingers, so she quickly abandoned playing with it in favor of his much more interesting cock.

He was fairly average in size, perhaps 5 or so inches in length and wide enough for her to wrap her fingers around his shaft and only have the tips touch. His skin was warm, almost burning hot, and she decided then that she'd let him fuck her if he made any move to do so. Until that, though, she was going to taste him.

Leaning over his lap, lips poised above the tip of his cock, she looked up, her eyes meeting his. Inky black in the darkness of the theatre, she thought she could see, nonetheless, trepidation and excitement. She wondered if the look was reflected in her own eyes.

Not that she had too much time to mull it over. She was there to wax poetic about the situation. So instead, she flicked out her tongue, clearing away the thick bead of precum that had gathered on his tip, then took as much of him in her mouth as she possibly could. Closing her mouth around him like a vacuum, she pulled upward slowly before swallowing his cock once more. It was a slow, steady rhythm, one that she quickly found herself lost in until the low reverberation of a moan broke into her haze. Glancing upwards, lips still wrapped tightly around the tip of his cock, she watched as the man threw his head back, as he wrapped his fingers tightly around the chair arms. His chest was heaving rapidly as he drew in harsh pants of air and she would have smiled had she not been otherwise engaged. Instead, she tightened her hold on his tip and began to stroke him with her tongue. Lash after lash, until she felt him rise up off the seat slightly and heard his moans turn to grunts, and she barely had time to slide her lips down to the base of his cock, taking his tip in her throat, before he came.

Pulling back, letting the second and third spurts hit her tongue heavily, she swallowed the thick cum. He tasted much different from the cashier, more pleasant somehow, and she pulled away, licking her lips as she straightened.

He stood quickly as well, cock still hanging free of his pants. Grabbing her hand, he looked at her earnestly, dark eyes full of something close to wonder. "Marry me," he said, voice heavily accented.

She was startled for a moment, then just laughed, patting him gently on the cheek. "Thanks, but no," she said, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the lips. "But maybe I'll see you around sometime."




Double Feature Ch. 02



"Oh, you'll see me again," he said, nodding fervently.

As she moved away, she grinned, amused by the whole situation. It was sweet, in a strange sort of way. Almost made her want to blow him again.

"Well, look who it is."

The sneering words broke through her fog, reminding her exactly of where she was, and she looked over, instantly catching sight of the young man who'd cum on her back and stomach the last time she was there. He was leering at her, light blue eyes almost malevolent, and she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.

"I've been looking for you," he said, sidling closer. His movements pushed her deeper into the shadows until soon she found herself against the wall, trapped by the pressure of his lean body against hers. Up close, he looked no older than 20. He had short cut dirty blonde hair, combed precisely, and skin so freshly shaven it was almost shiny. His face was a mass of angular planes, his body taut with ropey muscles she imagined he'd gotten from some manual labor job. As he ran a hand up her arm, she could feel the harsh scratch of his callused palms against her skin. He was rough and unrefined, of that she was sure.

"How's your ass?" he continued on, one hand circling around her to dig into her buttocks. "Looked like you got a good working over that last time."

Clearing her throat, blushing dark red in the darkness, she managed a meek, "It's fine."

"Well, don't worry," he said, kicking her legs apart, his construction boot hard against her ankles. "I can fix that for you in no time."

She gulped, intensely excited by his words, by the lack of concern she could see in his eyes. He was far more interested in getting what he wanted from her than he was in anything else, and the thought alone nearly made her cum. She realized that that was what she craved. Callous disregard, the sense that she was merely the means to an end, a body to be used.

"Fuck... you're so fucking hot for my cock you probably already creamed yourself," he murmured, lips curling up in a snide sneer. "Let's see, slut... pull up the skirt."

Stiffening slightly, she paused, not sure why she felt unsure of herself, why she felt reluctant to bare herself in the darkness of the corner.

At her hesitation, his eyes narrowed, becoming angry little slits. Grabbing her chin tightly in his fingers, he leaned closer and growled, "I said, pull up the skirt."

Something about the near hositility in the tone of his voice excited her. So, fingers trembling, she reached down, gathering the material of her skirt in her fists and slowly bunching it up until it was gathered around her waist. Then, hands trembling, though whether from fright or excitement she wasn't sure, she pulled it up further, baring herself.

One of his rough hands traced up her thigh until his fingers barely teased the thatch of hair covering her slit. Looking at her with a devilish grin, he slid one finger deep into her pussy with insane ease. "Looks like I was right," he said, self-satisfied arrogance in his voice, and she thought for a second about telling him about the load of cum he was probably fingering but then changed her mind with a bit of an evil smile.

A smile he saw. Confused, he curled his finger forward and pulled hard against her inner wall, drawing her stumbling toward him. "Something funny?" he asked angrily as she whimpered.

Shaking her head furiously, she looked down, hiding her grin this time. "No. Nothing," she said as calmly as she could manage.

Still looking at her distrustfully, he slid his finger free. She sighed in both relief and disappointment.

Cocking his head to the side, observing her for a second, the man stepped forward suddenly, pushing her back into the wall again. "Take off your shirt," he said, voice gravelly rough, and her eyes widened.

If she took off her shirt she'd feel... well, she'd feel naked. She'd had it pushed up above her breasts before, of course, and was well aware that others had been able to see quite a large amount of her naked skin but she'd still been wearing something. To take her shirt off would be to remove that small bit of safety she'd been able to cling to before, as useless as the illusion may have been. But, she remembered his anger the last time she'd hesitated to do as he asked, and so she let go of the skirt she still had gathered around her stomach and slowly reached down to grab hold of the hem of her tank top. Pulling it upward, revealing her taut abdomen inch by inch, she couldn't help shivering as if the air conditioning had been accidentally set on freezing.

As she self-consciously let the garment fall to the floor, she watched the man in front of her zero in on her breasts, his nostrils flaring with excitement as her nipples began to draw into hard little buds.

"Play with your tits for me," he said, his voice hoarse.

"But..." she began to stutter, horrified at the idea of doing that for him.

"I said do it," he said, words strained, and she gulped. She didn't want to touch herself for him.

Not at all. Which is probably why the thought made her even wetter.

So, she reached down hesitantly, running her hands along the outside of her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together before letting them fall. As she began to flutter her fingers across her nipples, she looked up to realize that she'd drawn a bit of an audience. A small semi-circle of men stood some feet away, some of them merely watching and others watching while stroking their cocks, eyes full of covetous lust.

"Pinch your nipples," he instructed curtly, reaching down to unzip his pants. "Do it hard, or I'll do it for you."

Nodding, suddenly feeling intensely unsure of the situation and of her prudence in getting herself into it, she took her nipples between the thumb and forefingers of her hands and began to pinch, soon drawing a startled gasp from herself as the pain/pleasure sensations ran down her spine to pool hotly in her pussy.

"That's good," he praised as he pulled his cock free of his pants, one hand absently stroking it. "Now twist... and then jiggle them up and down."

Embarrassed beyond belief, she twisted her nipples until she felt ready to cry out, then began to shimmy her hands up and down, shaking her breasts. She felt foolish and hopelessly aroused at the same time, the combination potent.

"That's nice," he said again, tone surprisingly smooth. "Now, down on your knees, hands behind her back."

Surprised by the sudden change, she knelt down carefully, trying very hard not to think about what might be on the floor, and then clasped her hands together at the small of her back. Then, before she even had time to register what was happening, he was cumming, the thick, white spurts landing in slashes across her breasts, criss-crossing her skin. His head was thrown back and his breath coming in harsh pants as he painted her with his cum, and then suddenly it was over, and she barely resisted the urge to whip the sticky substance off of her.

"Ah, I feel better," he said with a sigh, then stepped closer. "Now, suck my cock until I get hard again so I can fuck your tight little ass."

Surprised, dazed almost by the unexpected turn in events, she gently reached forward, taking his still semi-hard cock in her hand. Bringing it to her lips, she could still taste cum on him. Despite herself, she immediately took him more deeply into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip, searching for more.

"Oh, that's good. Fuck, you like to suck cock, don't you," he mumbled, one hand going to the back of her head.

In lieu of replying, she simply took him deeper into her mouth, one hand coming up to lightly scratch his thigh. She could hear the sounds of the movie in the background, could hear gurgling that indicated to her than the woman on-screen was sucking cock as well, and couldn't help imagining herself in that position. Camera off to the side, a long day of fucking ahead of her, and money in the bank for her efforts. If the thought of it all didn't terrify her, she thought it might just be a perfect existence for her. She could be a slut turned legitimate. Only, she couldn't imagine that being the star of her very own porn could be quite this demeaning nor this fun.

The man's cock was beginning to grow hard once more, and she soon found herself straining to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate him. His tip was prodding her throat, sometimes pushing into it and causing her to gag violently, and she shivered at the thought of it buried deep within her ass. He was large, very large. Long and thick and soon he'd be inside of her.

"That's nice, slut," he said, voice a tad slurred as he wound his hand through her hair and pulled her back, her lips sliding off his cock with a pop. "Now get up. The boys say they can't see a thing over here. We're gonna move so they can get a better look at the free pussy just waiting for them."

He tugged roughly on her hair, nearly dragging her to her feet. Once she was standing he hurriedly shoved her skirt down over her hips then took her hand, pulling her after him until she was once again at the edge of the row of seats. With a hand on the back of her neck, he pushed her down so that she had her hands balanced on the outside arm of the last chair in the row, then roughly kicked her feet apart again.

Before she could even settle into place, she felt the tip of his cock prodding against the entrance of her pussy. He pushed into her slowly, rapidly filling her up and stretching her wide, and she whimpered, not sure whether it felt good or hurt.

A sharp slap to her left buttock startled her, and she yelped even as he slapped the other cheek, beginning a pattern that alternated between the two.

"You know what every good slut needs?" he asked rhetorically as he continued to spank her, drawing louder and louder cries from her as her skin grew hotter and more sensitive. Each blow built upon the other until they were almost unbearably painful for her, and she danced around from tiptoe to tiptoe, trying to move away but unable.

"She needs warming up," he finished with a cruel laugh, the spanking continuing for at least another minute after his words. When he finally did finish, she was sure she had to be bleeding, the pain was so bad. A tentative touch to her buttocks revealed nothing but swollen, sensitive skin, and she sniffled, horrified by what he'd done in full view of the men gathered around them.

"You're fine," he said condescendingly, then slid his hands up to cup her hips, fingers digging into her skin. The words were quickly followed by his first hard thrust, and she soon found herself being fucked roughly, his body slamming into hers, re-igniting the pain in her buttocks with each slap of their skin together.

Despite herself, she felt her body begin to tighten, felt her orgasm loom increasingly closer with each scrape of his cock inside of her. She began to tremble, knees shaking as her pussy tightened around his cock. The pressure built and built until her climax was unavoidable, and she screamed it out loud, body shaking heavily.

The man behind her took advantage of the moment, pulling his cock free of her pussy and pressing it to her ass. Her sphincter was tight, even more so because of her recent orgasm, but he pushed unrelentingly, one hand forcing the thick tip of his cock into her.

She scream as he penetrated her, the pain nearly overwhelming. Uncaring, he pressed forward, sliding into her slowly until he was buried fully, and she felt as if his cock was nearly piercing her belly. Her asshole burned painfully, his cock feeling incredibly thick inside of her.

"Fuck, she's tight," he said for the benefit of the men standing around watching the show, cocks in hand.

"Then loosen her up," one replied with a laugh, drawing chuckles from a few others. Her face flamed bright red with embarrassment at the words, and she kept her eyes down, unable to look up and see who was watching her.

"Don't worry about that," the man behind her said, beginning a series of short little thrusts.

Soon he was moving smoothly, his cock sliding in and out, each long draw tortuously pleasurable for her, and she found herself beginning to want more as she became more and more accustomed to his cock. Hesitantly, she began to rock back into him, encouraging him.

"Oh, this bitch wants it bad," he chuckled, pulling her ass back tight against him and holding it there. "And if she wants it, who am I to deny her?"

And just as quickly as that, the thrusts turned from long and lazy to short and hard, and she soon found herself trapped in a pattern. About 20 long seconds of hard thrusts and then he'd pull free of her, cock popping out of her body loudly, before he'd guide himself back into her, re-penetrating her. Each time felt like the first time for the first few minutes, until it became easier and easier for him to slide back in. And when it became easier, he really began to fuck her, pulling her hips back hard so that she slammed into him.

Friction was beginning to build between him as any lubrication he might have had from fucking her pussy quickly dissipated, and soon she found herself mewling and quivering, body torn between the pleasure of feeling his cock sliding in and out of her and the burning heat building in her sphincter. It felt so good yet hurt so much, and she was conflicted, torn between her desire to feel him fuck her as long as possible and the pain signals shooting to her brain, urging her to get away.

The man fucking her ass chose that moment to begin to thrust harder, nearing orgasm quickly, and she began to scream out with every thrust, her body a mass of pleasure and pain mixed together. He seemed to fuck on and on until she knew she couldn't take it any more, and then finally she felt him tense and freeze, his cock deep inside her as he came, emptying his cock deep inside her bowels.

When he pulled free, she nearly collapsed in relief, her asshole a burning, raw mess.

"Look at that boys," she heard the man say as he zipped up. "Left her gaping wide open. My advice is you fuck her pussy until that tightens up a little, or you probably won't even be able to feel it."

Horrified, she quickly reached back to see if what he said was true, but her hand came in contact with a furry belly before she could feel, and then without warning there was a hard cock sliding into her pussy. Surprised, frozen in shock she felt the man behind her begin to pound into her, his average sized cock ramming her again and again. And, much to her horror, she felt her body begin to tense again. Already on edge from the ass-fucking, it didn't take much for the cock in her pussy to drive her over and soon she was screaming out another orgasm. With her body clamped down over him tightly, it was only a few seconds before the man fucking her moaned, emptying his load in her pussy.

He pulled away only to be replaced by a new cock before she could even catch her breath, and she began to whimper, her crotch quickly becoming a mass of overly sensitive nerves and soreness. But, the next one was quickly, thrusting only a few times before cumming, and she started to stand only to be pushed back down, yet another cock prodding her pussy.

"Not yet, sweetheart," a deep voice rasped, hand on the back of her neck holding her down. "You don't leave until I'm done."

"Please," she whimpered, not sure how much more she was going to be able to take. "I don't know if I can..."

"Oh, you can. You will," he said sternly, the strict tone of his voice sending chills down her spine.

And she did, letting him pound into her even as she winced, the pleasure quickly becoming an almost numbing pain. Until he pulled out, his cock sliding almost too easily into her ass, and she stiffened, a short cry echoing in her throat as the blaze of pain in her already sore sphincter renewed itself. But, he continued thrusting in and out despite her outburst, the sensation oddly pleasurable despite, or perhaps because of, the burning, and to her utter embarrassment, she felt her tired body begin to tense yet again.

"You wanna cum?" the man asked as he picked up on her arousal, deep voice sounding almost amused as one hand reached around under her, long fingers finding and pinching an erect nipple. "Fine... you let him jack off on your face, I fuck you until you cum." 

Whimpering, horrified at the words, she weighed her options. Her asshole was fast getting almost unbearably raw, despite her suddenly re-ignited arousal, and part of her was dying to cum again. In fact, her body ached with it, muscles tense almost to the point of cramping, and the low throbbing deep in her belly urged her to take the man up on his offer. But, to have someone cum on her face?

How embarrassing. How degrading.

"I'll do it," she bit out, the words short, and the man behind her chuckled, patting her bottom heavily, drawing a hiss as the still stinging skin protested the move.

"Good girl," the man praised, then, to someone else he said, "Go ahead man. She's up for it."

Seconds later, she saw a shadow fall over her seat and looked up to see an older gentleman kneeling in the seat in front of her. He had his jeans unzipped and pushed down slightly, one hand circling under his hairy pot-belly to furiously tug on his erect cock. It wasn't a very appealing site, and as she moved to turn away, to tell the man behind her that she'd changed her mind, she felt his hand wind through the hair at the nape of her neck, roughly holding her still.

Seconds later, a few thin spurts of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, splashing her across the lips and chin, and she struggled to move out of the way but found she couldn't, head held taut. She could feel the cum on her skin, hot and sticky as it began to slowly drip down her flesh.

"Fuck yeah... thanks man," the man muttered, looking at the guy behind her as he tucked his cock back into his pants.

"No problem," came the reply, and then, "there's a few more guys back here who want a turn. I told them you wouldn't mind."

It took her a second to process the fact that the last part of that sentence was directed at her, but when she did, she shook her head 'no' vigorously. Or, at least she tried, but the man still had an iron grip on her head, holding her still.

"No," she pleaded even as another man approached her, one hand on his cock. "No, please... I don't like..."

But it was too late. Already intensely aroused, the man started to cum seconds after positioning himself, and she found herself quickly closing her mouth as another thick load of cum shot out toward her face, hitting her on the forehead and slashing down across her nose. A few spurts later, and his last jet hit her chin, mingling with the other man's.

"Now, just be a good girl," the man behind her said soothingly, keeping up a steady rhythm in her ass. "There's only about 15 or so of them left. Won't take them long at all."

At that, she almost felt like crying. But, there wasn't time, as man after man eased up to stand in front of her, the slapping sounds of his hand on his cock preceding the first shot of cum. She quickly lost count, though it seemed like the men went on forever. And throughout it all, the man behind her continued to steadily fuck her ass, drawing whimpers and moans from her with increasing frequency as she grew more and more tender.

And then, obviously feeling somewhat sorry for her, he used his free hand to reach around, finding her clit. He began to circle it somewhat roughly, pressing into her hypersensitive skin, but by that point it didn't take much to send her over the edge, and she exploded in orgasm even as another man spewed a load of cum on her face, this time getting a good mouthful as he took advantage of her as she cried out her climax.

As she tightened down reflexively on the cock inside her ass, the man behind her moaned, and she felt his body jump as he emptied himself inside her ass. A long minute later he pulled free with a plop, patting her on the ass as he did so.




Double Feature Ch. 02



"Thanks for the fuck," he said cheerfully as she slowly straightened, wincing as the move drew a bolt of pain. She could feel the cum not coating her face slowly start to migrate downward with the pull of gravity, inching down her neck and onto her chest.

Turning, she found a man standing behind her, sheepishly holding out her clothes, for which she was grateful. Moving stiffly, she pulled her skirt on and, using her hand to wipe away a large volume of the cum splattered all over the skin, she eased her shirt over her head. It almost instantly began to soak up the remaining liquid, plastering itself to her body. Reaching up gently, she felt the cum matted in her hair, and despairingly gave up a trip to the bathroom to try to repair some of the damage. She would need major assistance to clean up that kind of mess.

Moving slowly, stumbling slightly as her rubbery legs almost gave way, she made her way out of the theatre and into the harsh lights of the lobby. Squinting, too exhausted to care that she looked like she'd bathed in cum, she tottered across the slick linoleum floor.

"I see you got your $10 worth."

The words startled her out of her trance and she looked over to see the smirking face of the cashier as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

"You look like hell. Glad I got there first," he added, reaching down with one hand to cup his crotch suggestively. "Come back soon, alright."

"Fuck you," she said wearily, shoulders slumping.

"Sure as hell will, next time," he shot back, wriggling his eyebrows. "Might even cut you a deal again."

Sighing, feeling almost hysterical laughter begin to bubble up in her throat, she simply ignored him, making her way out into the parking lot and into her car. As she squished gingerly into her seat, feeling the wet, oozing mass of cum coating her pussy and ass and every so slowly continuing to trickle out of it, she began to relax.

It was difficult to do, of course, because the mere act of sitting was, at that point, almost excruciating. Not that she didn't relish the pain. She wasn't foolish enough to try and trick herself like that. She'd gotten exactly what she'd come for that night, even if it had been a little more than she expected. Sitting there, reeking of cum and sure she'd barely be able to sit the following day, she began to grin. A wide, borderline insane kind of grin that quickly made itself into a laugh.

"I wonder what they're showing next weekend," she murmured to herself, putting her car into gear.

Not that it really mattered, she acknowledged silently. She'd be there regardless.

The End



Double Feature Ch. 2



They sat through the rest of sleepless in Seattle. Nicole could feel the goose bumps on her arms at the ending and the man snuggled her close in his arms. The lights came up so that the patrons could leave the theater for intermission but Nicole didn't move.

~Is he going to leave or stay~ She thought to herself. But he didn't leave he stayed right there next to her. Finally after moments of silence passed he turned to her and brushed a few hairs away from her face. She couldn't look up at him she was so nervous what must he think of her.

He cupped her face in his hands and drew her eyes up to his. His face was chiseled a strong jaw and cheekbones his eyes were piercing blue and staring into her own. She lowered her eyes again and looked over clothing. He was in a nice loose fitting black dress shirt and casual but clean relaxed fit jeans. He had a soft tummy sticking out over his belt slightly but his shirt was loose and hung down below his belt slightly. She ran her eyes back up to his face and bit her lip.

"My name is Greg." He said matter-of-factly causing them both to burst out in giggles at the fact that this man that she had just sucked to satisfaction that she feels so close to so suddenly just said his name to her for the very first time.

"I'm N n Nicole." She stammered out her face blushing. "I I came back to the wrong theater."

His face fell a bit. 'Oh"

"I mean I'm glad I did but I was in screen 2 and must of gotten lost on the way back from the bathroom. B but I'm not sad I didn't make it back."

"Why might I ask is a beautiful girl like you in a movie alone on Valentines Day?" he asks

"Um." She says then silence

"You are alone aren't you?" He asks

"Well… Um not r really…." She says

"Oh." He says

"But.." she bites her lip. "J just cause I didn't come alone doesn't mean I don't wish I hadn't."

"Huh?" He says then grins at her. "Oh… You wish you had come alone so that you could stay here for the rest of the show?" 

"No I wish I had come alone because Andrew is an ass!" she sighed

"Andrew is it?" he said with a disappointed sigh.

"So what happens now." She asks him trying to get of the subject of Andrew.

"Well, I guess you have a few options don't you?" he asks her starring into her face but she doesn't meet his glance.

"Options?" she asks him.

"Yes you know choices things human beings get to make since they have free will." He pokes her in the sides to lighten the mood "Silly."

"HEHehe s stop that w what are they my o options." She giggles out.

"Well you can stay here, or um go back to the right theater. He grinned. "Or we can go someplace, or I guess you can leave the theater all together by yourself."

She touches his hand gently. "I don't want to go back to the other screen."

He smiled.

"I don't want you to either." He glances down at his watch. "I sure didn't figure there would be many couples here this late did you go to dinner before this?"

"No." She blurted out a lot crasser then she ment to.

He tried very hard not to chuckle at her quick answer. "Well then screw the movies girl you deserve to be shown a night out."

She bit her lip. Could she really leave the movie theater with this stranger… he didn't seem strange but what if he was some weirdo kinky sex freak? ~Anything would be better then sitting through a movie with Andrew~ she thought to herself.

"You ok?" he asked her.

"Y Yeah um l lets go." She said

"All right then." He scooted out of his seat and stood up Nicole couldn't believe how big he really was. He was about six feet tall maybe a little under but it wasn't his height she noticed. It was his shoulders his frame. His shoulders were probably as wide around as she was tall. He wasn't a fit muscular body builder kind she could tell he had been single for sometime his chubby tummy told her that story. But she didn't care because he was so handsome. Not only his beautiful eyes that she could stare at all day but his whole self his manner his body his smell. How could she feel so close to someone she barely knew.

He took her hand in his and they walked out into the lobby. Her eyes scanned the crowd to see if she could see Andrew. There he was over playing video games. ~He sure is worried about me~ she thought. She stared right at him hoping he'd look up wanting him to know she found herself a real man almost willing him to look up. Finally he did just as Greg was opening the door for her Andrew looked up at her. His eyes fixed on her own. She turned up to Greg and stood on her tippy toes and kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back a bit deeper then she had intended him to. There they were kissing blocking the door with Andrew starring right at them.

She opened her eyes and took a step back blinking slightly then felt a tap on her shoulder. She ignored it and walked out the door Greg followed her with Andrew close behind. Finally she was sick of it sick of hearing her name called over and over. She turned around.

"WHAT?!" She asked him angrily.

"Nicole where are you going?" He said sounding more angry then hurt.

"To dinner." She said Greg held her hand tighter and pulled her to him holding her in his arms as she spoke protecting her.

"You don't even know that guy Nicole quit fucking around and come back inside to watch the rest of your stupid movie!" He spat "you're the one that wanted to come to this dumb show in the first place."

"I wanted to have a romantic evening something you obviously know nothing about!" She said back her body tensing.

"Your such a slut Nicole I'm gonna tell all your friends what a horny little bitch you are! That you ruined our night to go off and fuck some guy you don't even know!" He said angrily grabbing her arm. "Or you can just come back with me and we can have a good time like we always do!" 

She pulled her arm away and he grabbed it again. Greg grabbed Andrews's wrist and twisted it applying his thumb into that sensitive spot under the wrist.

"I THINK she said she didn't want to go with you." He said as Andrew moved to his knees with pain. He didn't say anything as Greg cradled Nicole in his arms and took her to his car.

"Thanks." She said when they finally got in.

"No problem. That guy is an ass no wonder you don't want to watch a movie with him. How'd you ever get messed up with a young kid like that?"

She fidgeted in her seat. "He's not that young just immature." 

"He's got to be 20 years old Nicole." He said

"He's 22." She said.

"22 huh you like em young?" He grinned at her

"He's older then I am!" She blurted out

'OH really.. how old are you?":

She blushed "20"

"HMM" He said "So where would you like to go for dinner?"

"I don't feel much like eating now… could we go rent a movie or something?" She asked

"Sure thing I got a lot of DVD's at my place would you like to go there or is that to scary?" He grinned

"No!" she blurted out again "I wanna go there please?" 

"Ok then."

They drove for a few moments talking about the movie and what a lame ass Andrew was. Finally they pulled up in front of a decent sized home just a few blocks from the main roads in her town.

"Wow you own a home?" she asked

"Well when you have no wife, no kids, and no dates ta waste all that money on it adds up ya know?" he smiled

"I guess." He took her hand in his she was trembling. They walked inside.

"Go ahead and pick one while I get us some soda. Clear or brown?" he grinned 

"Got any yellow?" 

"Sure thing."

Greg went to the kitchen and got a few sodas and some chips and brought them to the table. Nicole informed him that she had the DVD in and ready to go.

'Ready?" She smiled snuggling against him on the couch

"Sure what movie are we watching?" 

"Not sure never seen it." She stated

"Oh…." His throat got very dry "what is it called"

"The woods" She said "It sounded scary"

"Um… it's not exa-

She cut him off with a big kiss on the lips. "I'll be fine"

He grinned and shook his head then she kissed him again. Before she let him say anything else Nicole heard moans from the TV. When she turned back around to see the screen there were two men on the screen fucking the hell out of some blond chick.

She turned around and sat next to Greg on the couch watching the pornographic DVD unfold before her eyes. She trembled slightly shifting in her seat. Greg touched her thigh softly pressing her knees apart he put his face to her pussy and kissed her through her pants. She moaned and he kissed then again her body was twitching and stretching pulling at her clothing. Before she knew what was happening she was naked laying on the carpeted floor with Greg between her legs licking and nibbling at her clit. 

"UHHHHH." She moaned out clinching her legs together. He pushed them apart again holding her knees to the floor his tongue plunged into her cunt hole over and over he nibbled and licked and swirled his tongue around her pussy.

"Like that baby girl?" he grinned up at her before plunging his tongue in again fucking her faster with it.

"PLEASE GREG FUCK ME PLEASE." She moaned out.

Greg slid up her body kissing her stomach and neck licking her hard nipples. He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it hard causing her to writhe on the floor with pleasure. "UHHHH." She moaned out as he licked and bit and teased her nipple to an extremely perky point. He flicked it with his tongue again while he took his cock from his pants and teased her with the head of it on her clit.

"PLEASE." She said

"Please? Baby are you begging for my cock?" He asked her.

"Please yes give me your cock PLEASE." She whimpered as the head pushed in and out a few teasing times.

"Get on your knees Nicole." He told her in a demanding voice she quickly complied getting on hands and knees with her face towards his cock.

"No turn around." He said slapping her ass hard as she did so he took her hips in his hands and lined the head of his cock inside of her pussy. "beg!" He demanded

"Please fuck me please fuck your naughty little girl." She said

That was all Greg needed to hear to wake the beast within himself. He plunged his cock so deep into her he instantly felt her cunt stretch and tear slightly around him. Ripping his shirt off he pulled her hips toward him over and over bucking her cunt like the wild beast that needed to fuck within him. It had been so long since Greg had felt himself inside a woman he couldn't stop. He pushed her to the floor so she was laying flat against it still pummeling her cunt he pulled her legs open even more grabbing one of them he flipped her still on his cock around so she was on her back. He leaned down putting her legs on his shoulders and fucked deep within her. She screamed and moaned from the pleasure her cunt was receiving wincing slightly as her legs ached from being held so far up. SLAP SLAP SLAP His balls slapped against her skin he pinched her nipple extremely hard fucking the hell out of her. She moaned and creamed all over his carpet begging for more her naughty little slut coming out. 

"Please yes master FUCK ME PLEASE." She screamed

He lifted her up and held her to his cock slamming her back against a wall and fucking her deeper banging her body again and again against the wall he bit her neck and nipples licking and sucking and fucking her. Finally letting her feet touch the ground he spun her around only letting his cock be from her body for a moment and put one of her legs up on the couch. Her breasts pressed against the cold dry wall as did her face her pussy was raw and wet dripping all over her legs and thighs she let her foot being on the couch spread herself open even further and he knelt down letting his cock attack from slightly below her till he was standing up. He pummeled her cunt this way for what seemed like forever. Over and over banging her tittys against that rough cold wall fucking the hell out of her pussy. Fucking it deeper harder banging her pussy her body UHH UHH fucking and fucking and fucking until his cock could not hold back.. His balls tightened up and he slammed his cock as deeply as he could in her cunt and shot his hot juicy load into her causing her to scream louder with excitement causing her yet another orgasm. He pulled his body back causing her to fall back to her knees. She turned around and grabbed his cock sucking and licking the cum off of it her cum and his.

"MMM." She moaned.

Greg knelt down and scooped her up caring her to the bed and laying her on it he held her close with her head resting on his chest listening to his heart beating.

"are you ok?" he asked her "I didn't hurt you did I?" 

"No Greg… but I think I finally know what a man is."

"I'm sure Andrew will become a man when he's my age… maybe" 

"how old are you?"

"35." He said with a grin

"Well then old man… I'd like to be your littlegirl forever."

"We'll move you in tomorrow then!" he said materafactly. 

And Nicole never argued with it. The next day she moved all her things to his home and never spoke to Andrew again.

The end.

*Ok I know this wasn't the BEST I've done but heck I needed to finish the tail to move onto the next story… anyone got any ideas?*



Double Feature! TV Show Wives



Home Improvement: Jill gets reassurance over her doubts.

Jill Taylor made it home from her psychiatry class, being stressed out over having a big test to do later this week, paper needing to be finished, and the classes on top of it all she dropped her bag of books on her computer desk by the front door. Quickly making her way upstairs to her bedroom. Before she starts any kind of work, she just wants to take a nice soak in the tub to relax. No one home. Quiet. A very, very rare thing she takes advantage of whenever she can get it.

Pulling her shirt over her head ruffling her brown hair some Jill noticed her bra-covered breasts in the mirror and how they're looking nice and full. But only because her bra is helping. Never really taking her appearance in such a insecure light, she kept looking at herself. Pushing her chest out and looking at herself in the mirror. Reaching behind finding the clasp to her bra unhooking it. Keeping her eyes on her breasts when she unclasped quickly noticing that they fell a little. Still sitting high, but in her stressed out mind, she questioned them.

Taking a look at herself on a side view. I don't look all that bad, do I? she thought. Cupping her hands under her breasts feeling them with gentle squeezes and massages. Her lacy beige and brown bra still covering her breasts, the straps on her shoulder keeping her bra from coming off. Sliding her arms through the straps and pulling her breasts out of the cups letting the bra to fall off of her to land on the ground near her feet. Looking in the mirror again but now at her bare breasts, she noticed they are not as high as they were while in the bra.

"Calm down, Jill," reassuring herself everything is ok. "Just the stress." Telling herself reasons of this sort of thinking.

Looking at her breasts again in the mirror she found herself looking at them with better adoration and knew there's nothing wrong with them. They look great, she thought. Especially for having had three kids.

Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans Jill wriggled out of them, then pulled her matching panties down. Looking at herself again in the mirror. This time fully nude, Jill looked at herself below her breasts. Her stomach a little round looking. Looks great due to it matching her body shape. Went well with her curves, she noted. And her hairy pussy that she keeps trimmed and lets it to fan out so far. Her thighs round and fleshy, soft looking and very sweet to the touch. Turning her hips to the side looking at her bare butt in the mirror on a slanted view.

Going to the bathroom that connects to the bedroom she turned the water on holding her hand under the water waiting for it to heat up before allowing it to fill up in the tub. Finding the right temperature, she went back to the bedroom to get clothes to wear until she goes to bed. Rummaging through her dressers not hearing the door open when Brad popped in to ask something.

"Hey, mom, is there an--" stopping in his tracks he was frozen at the sight of her bare backside. Her back towards him, he noticed a her back's natural curves and her butt looking so plump and her legs naturally apart.

"Oh, God, Brad!" Without thinking, she turned around allowing Brad to see her front side, now of which his wide eyes completely took in.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Blurting out, unable to say anything but. His eyes though never leaving her body and Jill still taken back by his walking in on her.

Quickly pulling herself together, Jill hugging her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. "It's ok." She told him, understanding it was all an accident and she normally does not parade around the house like this so he's not used to such a thing. She started thinking, though, what if I see what he thinks of me of whether I am attractive or not. He's my son. We should be open and honest to one another and he would give me an unbiased answer. Slowly allowing her arms to go back down to her side standing naked now in front of her older son Brad. He did not, however, rush out of the room upon taking notice of this.

"Mom?" Wondering now what is going on when he quickly seen her move her arms no longer covering herself up. Trying hard not to stare at his naked mother in front of him. His brain still in a jell-o mindset he just stood there staring.

"Brad, I want to ask you something and I'd like an honest answer. We are family and should have strong honesty with each other."

"Umm, ok." Was all he could muster out. He didn't really know what to say let alone process anything now. He didn't even know why he was still in the same room with his naked mother. His eyes quickly scanning her naked body before he quickly snapped them back to her eyes.

"Do you find me attractive?" Noticing she worded the question badly by the look of Brad's face after hearing it. "No, honey, I mean, if I wasn't your mother and you saw me walking down the street, ok? Would you find me attractive?" Understanding there is really no way to ask this in a delicate way and should just get it out in the open.

"I, uh, I- I." Hearing the water in the bathroom. "Umm, the water is still running in the bathtub."

Jill quickly remembered that and ran into the bathroom checking the tub seeing that it didn't overflow. Brad's eyes watched her butt sway and her thighs slightly jiggle from the little run to the bathroom. The tub was close to overflowing if another minute or so had went by. Returning to the bedroom, wanting an answer; an outside answer; an honest one. She felt Brad would be honest and tell her straightforward.

Getting closer to him, she knew he was still young and the sight of a naked woman, even if it is his mother, is going to have effects on him. Getting closer, she took his hand and put it on the side of her hip. He took in the warmth of her body, eyes wide open, unable to believe any of his is happening. He forgot to breathe and let out a loud sigh, just now feeling his breath has shortened. His dick growing hard in his pants, straining against his jeans.

"See? Just a human body. We're both adults here, Brad. You are eighteen and we have trust that no one else can give me. I just want an honest answer honey."

Feeling her soft skin against his hand, he finally looked down, taking in a full, up close sight of her breasts. Her nipples hard now, light pink they are, soft looking against her pale breasts. Jill took note of him looking at her breasts. Taking his other hand she placed it on her breast showing him nonverbally he has permission to touch and feel them. Guiding his hand from the outer side to underneath and, then, over with his palm over her stiff nipple. Feeling ashamed he is getting hard over just a question and looking at his mother like this he took a step back and taking his hand off of her breast.

"Brad, it's ok. It is perfectly natural this should happen." She knew what it was that made him step back in shame. "Come here." Taking his hand again and this time putting it over her stomach. Taking his other and putting it back on her hip in the same place. "Just touch and explore; look and see. Take in my body and tell me what you think, please." Jill wanting to know if she was desirable still. Just wanting the question in her mind answered. It wasn't so much the stress that is having her do this, well, part of it may be. But lately, with turning, well, turning more additional in age. She often wondered if she still has what made guys always take notice to her. Lately it seems she hasn't been seeing that much anymore.

Brad did as she asked, seeing she really wanted an answer. His hands moving slowly across her warm body. Moving his one hand under her breast and the hand on her hip around back to her butt. He squeezed and kneaded a little bit. Feeling her soft flesh in his hands. He had to admit, it felt nice. He enjoyed touching girls his own age bodies. But this! This was different. Her body is matured and felt soft, and even had a softer look to it. She's really feeling nice.

Jill closed her eyes taking in the touching and hearing the deep breaths of Brad. His hands moving up and down her sides. Moving to her back down to her butt where he would squeezed each cheek with his hands, feeling her flesh just form in his hands and go back to its delicious roundness when he lets go. Running his hands over her stomach to her breasts lingering on them with light squeezes and touches here and there and back to her stomach. He hesitated now.

"It's ok. I asked you to do this and told you to touch and explore me. That means you can touch down there too." She found it slightly odd he can touch her with ease until it came to her vagina.

Feeling his body shaking a little bit from his nerves now, he ran his hand slowly from her stomach to between her legs. He felt her hair, then, taking a swallow, her lips between her thighs. She opened her legs a little bit for him to get better access. His other hand finally making its way down stopping at her curly brown hair. Playing with her hair and his other hand cupping her pussy, not looking at it, though, just touching. Feeling wetness between her legs he moved away from her pussy to her legs now. Where he didn't feel as nervous now. Crouching down to touch her legs. They were so soft. Especially her thighs.

"I don't see what you have to be worried about, mom." He finally said something. Feeling his nervousness fade away when he stood up and looked her in her eyes. "You have a beautiful body."

"You didn't even look at my body while touching it." Jill thought he was just trying to get done with her request quickly.

"I saw enough when I walked in on you and you showing it off while asking me to do this." He smirked.

"True." Jill let out a little laugh. "Come here," holding her arms out to give him a hug. He didn't hold back now that he was comfortable. "Thank you." Feeling his hard dick straining against his jeans push against her naked body giving her a complete answer now.

--(---{******}---)--

Carrie Heffernan: The Subway Way

Sitting down on the bed falling backwards pulling her dress pants up for another day at her job of being a legal secretary. Finishing up with putting her shoes on she went downstairs to leave out for a whole new day. Doug already left for work, her car in the shop being fixed up, she has to go to the subway. Yay, she thought snidely.

"Hey, Spence." Carrie saw him at his post in the subway, where he works.

"Hello there! How are you this morning?" Asking, handing her her token to get through.

"Well, I have to take this awful cramped form of transportation, have a pile high stack of papers at work to get through by the end of today, and my dad, God bless him, woke me up in the middle of the night asking if we have any extra batteries for the remote in case the ones already in the working remote might run out."

"Right! Have a--"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Carrie said, waving bye to him as she walked off to the subway.

On the subway she had to stand since obviously there are no more gentlemen left in the world to stand up to allow a lady to sit down. Holding her work briefcase tight, it just got a little more crowded at the next stop. Now, almost officially jammed, this day is starting off wonderful!

Looking at her watch seeing ten minutes or so until she gets to where she needs to be, letting out a deep sigh, holding on her briefcase and the handrail hanging from the ceiling of the train, she just standing there, waiting.

SCREEEEEEEEEE-- CHH -- PSSSHHHH

The murmuring all around here, the questions, the crowded space, now a train stopped in the middle of a blacked-out tunnel. "This is just great!"

Standing there waiting. Waiting. Darkness. The low voices of questions but no answers. She stood there, annoyed out of her mind. Oh, my God, I am going to kill someone! she thought to herself.

Next thing she knew, oh shit! she screamed in her mind. Someone is feeling her butt! Just grabbing and manhandling it like there's no tomorrow! Well, for him, there will be no tomorrow when I find out who is doing it! Moving up and away from the hand she walked right into another hand. This one reaching between her legs cupping her crotch over her dress slacks.

Keeping quiet, afraid it might incite something worse, being in the dark and all, she just stood there. Closing her eyes, though it doesn't really matter being in the dark, anyways.

Next thing she knew another pair of hands grabbed her breasts kneading them and squeezing them. Quite hard, actually. She noticed a pressure around her hips go away, but what? Oh, her question answered as quickly as her mind answered. Her slacks unbuttoned and unzipped and a pair of hands being stuffed down inside her panties both front and back. The one in front feels rough and hard, but the other one, touching her butt and spreading her cheeks is soft and slender. Holy shit! A woman! she immediately knew the familiarity of such a touch. Unlike a hurried and straight to the point touch of a man, this is definitely a woman!

Letting out a soft breath and shuddering, she felt a finger slide inside her pussy hole. Oh, shit. The woman's finger just circled around her butt hole never entering-- yet.

She felt her juices seep out and going down her thighs. The second finger slid inside her. All this shock and awe made her forget about the hands touching her breasts, which are now out in the open when she felt them being pulled out of her bra. One being a male's hand and the other a woman's. Are these the same people that are -- oh my! -- feeling the woman's finger, which is wet now, push inside of her butt. Her middle finger, she guessed, feeling one finger pushing in on one side of her butt and two others on the other.

Letting out little moans, trying to keep quiet, not wanting any attention near her, or heard from her. She felt the two fingers roll and swirl all around inside her now wet, juiced up pussy and a finger sliding in and out of her butt. Her nipples and breasts being pulled and massaged at the same time.

This mysterious fingering event taking over her whole body. Her mind focusing on the touching and prodding. Her body rocking in rhythm with the fingers. Rock forward when the two fingers -- now three -- push forward inside of her, and push back when the -- now two -- fingers push inside her butt. Never has she felt this full in her life! And it is just fingers!

All inhibitions leaving her now in the throws of pleasure. "Mmnnphh!" She made a quick guttural sound. Feeling the two fingers in her butt make it down to the mystery woman's second knuckle, two whole fingers inside of her now. "Unhhh!" Feeling all three fingers push in all the way inside of her until she felt the guy's hand and three fingers full inside her pussy. Juices squeezing out between her pussy hole and his three fingers. Stretched like never before, this guy has some thick fingers, she thought. Feeling him slowly spreading his fingers while deep inside of her. Same with her butt, these two must know each other, she concluded. They are working like they've done this before. The two fingers inside her butt began spreading stretching her ass open.

Upon her reach of an orgasm, her breaths short, and her chest heaving from all the touching in the dark; she felt the fingers leave her holes and the hands on her breasts leave. She had a little orgasm naturally, but was nothing compared to what she felt building up inside of her. This was just water calmly washing up upon the beach kind of orgasm. Not the tsunami that was building up, damn it!

Quickly coming back to reality she hurriedly pulled her pants back up from around her thighs and buttoned and zipped them. Buttoning her shirt up and tucking it in as quickly as she can. She stood there, feeling the rush and excitement leave her body, but not the thoughts. She is going home tonight after work and getting two of her toys and going to vibrate fuck the hell out of both her pussy and ass with the thickest ones she has.

Oh, yeah, she thought. Almost feeling it, and feeling her panties being soaked because of her pussy being wet still.

The lights and power came to full power shortly after her subway experience. It started moving, and, behold, there is a seat open. Scanning all the people the train car has less people in it, she noticed. Everyone going about their business, making no eye contact, just sitting or standing. An open seat, thank you! she quickly took the seat, forgetting all about her briefcase, she picked it up. Not even remembering when she had dropped it.

Finally catching her breath, her heart returning to normal, and the mysterious excitement rushing in her mind slowly coming to a stop as she is thinking about it over and over. 



Double Fucked Slut



As I write this, my pussy and ass are still sore and throbbing from the pounding you guys gave me earlier tonight. I'm amped up and can't sleep, and you've both passed out from exhaustion, so I thought I would just sneak into the office here and write this all down so I can remember every detail of the incredible session of sucking and fucking that we just finished about an hour ago... 

When my roommate's friend James shows up to watch the game, I figure it's just another guy football night so I don't even give it much thought. I let him in and I swear he gives me a little "look," but then I think maybe I just imagined it. I mean he's been over to our place a hundred times, right? Sure, I've told my roommate Mark that maybe I have a little "thing" for him and that the idea of him and James giving me a good double fucking has fueled many a masturbation session. But so far it's always remained just a fantasy, and surely Mark never actually TOLD James that I felt that way. So I go about my business, finishing up a report for work and doing some straightening up before heading to the hot tub for a little soak before bed. 

I get undressed outside, climb in to the hot tub, and settle in for a nice relaxing soak. One great thing about renting this house was the private jacuzzi in the back and we've had many a wild party here. Hmmmm, just thinking about some of the things that have gone on here... I glance towards the den, where I can just see the edge of the couch and I hear the guys yelling at the TV. I breathe deeply and let the water wash over my naked skin. It feels so good...and I guess I drift off for a few minutes. 

I awaken to splashing and see both of them buck naked climbing into the jacuzzi with me. I'm momentarily shocked. I mean, not that it isn't a very nice site. They're both in great shape and the contrast between them is great...Mark with the dark hair and eyes and smooth olive skin and James, fairer, light brown hair and blue eyes, a few freckles...yes, very nice. I've seen Mark naked before of course, I mean we're roommates and occasional fuck buddies; he's very nicely endowed but I glance at James before he's submerged his lower half in the water, and WOW. I feel a little tingle in my groin... this is turning out to be an interesting evening. 

"Hope you don't mind if we join you," Mark says, giving me a clearly devious little smile. 

"Not at all," I say, trying to play it cool. 

James just kind of smiles at me. Yeah, they've definitely been planning something. 

I look back and forth between them. "OK, what are you two up to?" I say.

"Oh, like you don't know," James says. "Mark told me about your little fantasy."

I stared at Mark, stammering, "Oh my God, you TOLD him?? I'm so embarrassed!! How could you do that??" I was glad it was dark out here so neither of them could see me blushing furiously 

"Don't be embarrassed," James said. "I've wanted to have at you since the first time I saw you." He slides over next to me as Mark slides up on the other side. I don't even really have time to say anything before James pulls me back towards him and starts to massage the back of my neck. Mark gets in front of me and starts lightly tracing his hands over my breasts, rubbing the nipples with his fingertips until they start to stiffen. I slip my hands around Mark's neck and start kissing him tentatively, my lips brushing against his and my tongue tracing the contours of his lips. James tilts my head back and starts kissing me on the neck while Mark crushes his lips against mine, parting them with the tip of his tongue and beginning to explore the inside of my mouth. Mark is an amazing kisser and he doesn't disappoint me this time either. I can feel my pussy start to tingle as his tongue flicks mine, and the addition of James kissing and sucking my neck is really getting me going. I take one hand off Mark and reach down and behind me, feeling for James's cock, but he grabs my hand and brings it back up. "Don't rush it baby, we want to take our time with you," he breathes in my ear. 

I kind of moan and press my ass against him, feeling how hard his cock is already and I want to feel that cock in my mouth NOW, but I can see that I'm in for a night of teasing. Mark laughs a little and lowers his mouth to my nipples, which are just above the surface of the water. He holds one of my ample boobs in one hand, massaging the stiff nip while he sucks on the other one. I moan and roll my hips a little bit and momentarily I feel James' hand between my thighs, teasing my pussy with his fingertips. He runs them up and down my slit, barely touching, then slowly he works the swollen lips apart and flicks a finger over my stiff clit. I moan and arch my back, trying to get his fingers deeper into my pussy but he pulls back and just continues to tease me for a while.

"You guys are killing me," I moan, my head still tilted back and my eyes closed.\par 

"Oh we haven't even begun to tease you yet," James says, standing up and turning me around so his cock is right in front of my face. "You want to suck this, don't you?"

I nod vigorously, my mouth watering for that thick cock...it has to be at least 9 inches, about 2 inches bigger than Mark.\par 

"Tell me how much you want to suck it.

"Oh my God, please let me..." I moan.

"Let you what?" 

"Please let me suck your cock," I say. 

He looks at Mark. "What do you think, does she deserve it?" 

Mark waits a minute....a LONG minute.... before nodding. Those bastards, I think, but I'm too horny to care. I wrap my lips around James' thick cock and flick my tongue around the head. I hear him moan a little and know he's loving it so I slide as much of that cock as I can nto my throat and flatten out my tongue, letting it rub back and forth on the underside of his cock. When it's good and wet, I wrap my hand around the base and start sliding it up and down while I suck at the head. I massage his balls with the other hand and when I feel his hand twine through my wet hair and pull it tightly, I know I'm doing a good job. I feel Mark come up behind me, his own cock rock hard against my ass. 

"OK, I can't have all the fun here," James breathes, turning me around toward Mark's throbbing dick. I slide it into my mouth, deep throating his 7 inches, while he holds my hair in one hand and reaches down to play with my tits with the other. James goes for my pussy again and I gasp as he easily slides two and then three fingers into my slit, reaching up with his thumb to rub my stiff nub. Fuck, they're gonna make me cum already, I think as I continue to pump Mark's cock in my mouth. I'm moaning around his cock, rolling my hips back and forth against James' fingers and just as I feel like I'm about to go over the edge, James pulls his fingers out of my pussy as Mark pulls out of my mouth. I groan in frustration, but they both lift me out of the water towards the edge of the jacuzzi. 

"Let's take you inside and give you a proper fucking," Mark says. I am tingling all over as we quickly dry off and head for the king size bed in Mark's bedroom...more than enough room for three people to play. I lay down first and they lay down on either side of me, and in an instant I feel hands all over my body. James is on his knees with that delicious cock once again right in my face, so I turn my head slightly and begin flicking my tongue against the purple head. Mark gets down between my thighs and goes to work on my pussy. He spreads my lips gently with two fingers and lowers his mouth, kissing all around the outer lips before zeroing in on my now throbbing clit. He grazes it a few times with his lips and tongue, but I thrust my hips at him, moaning while I suck James' cock down my throat. Taking my mouth from the cock for just a minute, I tell him to lick my clit...please... before I go back to sucking. He finally does, burying his tongue in my snatch, and then flicking my clit in tight little circles. The fasted he goes on me, the more furiously I suck at James and before long we're both moaning as we get close to explosion. I'm first, taking my mouth off his cock to scream that I'm cumming, still pumping his cock up and down with my fist and in a minute he's moaning for me to suck him, so I stuff his cock back in my mouth just as I feel a stream of hot cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow all of it, licking the head of his cock clean while I look up at him. He has an evil smile on his face and I know he wants to cram that cock into my dripping pussy. Mark meanwhile is licking my juices from his lips as he crawls up on top of me. He crushes his lips against mine so I can taste my own sweet pussy and I know it's time to really get down to business. "Get on your hands and knees," Mark says to me and I do, knowing what's gonna come next. Mark kneels in front of me, pulling my hair just hard enough to send a shiver throughout my body. "Suck my cock," he says, looking directly into my eyes. I eagerly start sucking him, while I feel James come up behind me. My ass is high in the air and I feel his hands first on my hips and then kneading my ass. 

"Goddamn Mark, she's got a great ass, doesn't she?" he says, giving one cheek a sound smack. I groan and suck harder at Mark's cock. "Fuck yeah, she does," Mark says, his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly. "Amazing pussy too...why don't you fuck her and see for yourself." 

I feel my pussy start throbbing again just at the thought of that fat cock sliding into me, but fortunately I don't have to wait long to feel the real thing. He's rock hard again and I'm already dripping wet from Mark's pussy eating, so he has no trouble sliding in, though I can feel my pussy walls stretching to accomodate him. I groan in the back of my throat as he slowly penetrates me, inch by inch until he's balls deep in my cunt. He starts to slowly stroke back and forth and it feels fucking amazing. I push back against him to get all of him as deep inside me as possible and he's hitting my g spot with every stroke. Lost in the sensation of having his huge cock filling my pussy and Mark's tool filling my mouth, I almost don't notice that Mark is close to coming. He grabs my head and rams his cock into my throat and I'm brought back to reality for a minute. He's fucking my throat furiously while James speeds up his own thrusting. 

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!" Mark grunts, spraying his load in my mouth and over my lips. Some drips down my chin and catches my tits before hitting the bed spread. "Jesus Christ, you suck amazing cock," he breathes as he falls back on the bed momentarily. I smile a little, licking his jizz from my lips. My tits swing back and forth as James continues to pound me from behind and Mark just takes in the whole site. Then he looks at James, raising an eyebrow. \par 

"I think it's time to switch places again," Mark says and James replies, "my thought exactly."

Before I can protest, James slides out and lays on his back. "Come over here and ride my cock," he says to me and I'm only too happy to oblige. I straddle him, letting his cock slowly sink into me as I lower all my weight onto him. Mark gets behind me and gently pushes me down onto James, making sure he has total access to my tight asshole. As I start to ride James again, Mark works one and then two lubed fingers into my ass, slowly opening me. I gasp at first, but then relax so he can get me good and lubed up. I look back at him while he fingers me, his other hand stroking his cock back up until it's stiff again. When I'm lubed up, he gets behind me, his hands on my hips, and slowly teases my asshole with the tip of his cock. James starts to massage my clit as Mark works his way into my ass and the feeling is amazing. I roll my hips back and forth, clenching James' cock in my tight pussy as Mark's cock fills my ass. When he's all the way in, the two of them start stroking in unison, filling every inch of me with their cocks. I have never felt so FULL before and the feeling of two cocks in me at the same time, James stroking my clit and Mark kissing and biting my neck, begins to send me over the edge.

"You like having 2 dicks in you, don't know?" Mark whispers. 

"Oh, fuck yes," I moan.

"Yeah, I know you do. You're our little cock slut, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," I grunt. 

"Damn right you are," James says from below me, rubbing my clit furiously while Mark squeezes my nipples. "And you're gonna come all over our cocks, aren't you?" 

"Oh God, yesssss...." I groan. I really am close to cumming and this is putting me over the edge.

"Cum for us," Mark says as they both speed up their thrusting.

It's too much for me. The feeling of both of their cocks working in my holes, my clit being fingered, my nipples being pinched and squeezed. 

"Oh fuck...oh FUCK...I'm gonna cummmmm!!!" I scream and within seconds, I'm coming like I never have before, drenching the bed in girl juice as I explode.

"Goddamn, feel that pussy squeeze....oh fuck, she squirted all over me," James says, smiling up at Mark. "Goddamn that's hot....gonna make me cum too..."

"I know, me too....fuck...FUCK," Mark grunts. 

I am laying on James as I feel both of their cocks get even harder and then Mark pulls out, spraying jizz all over my back as James empties his load into my pussy. James pulls out and some of his cum drips onto my red, raw pussy. We all lay in the tangle of sheets for a while, breathing hard and trying to return to our senses. I really think James will be visiting more often...at least if I have anything to say about it. 



Double Fucked Wife



My real estate business was going well, and I was in Hong Kong for a few days, meeting a client from the United States that was about to construct a multi-storey apartment building in town. There were three companies competing for the tender to sell the apartments, and I felt confident because I had worked with this client before. His name was Trent, and he was a little older than me, aged in his mid-fifties, and was married with two grown up children.

The background to the rest of the story is that I, at age 46, was married to Steve, and work in my own real estate business which I purchased from my former boss, Al. I am tall, blonde and still have nice bouncy boobs and a curvaceous arse. I like to fuck, but in recent months have been trying not to play outside my marriage too much, preferring to fuck Steve as often as he is willing.

I was, in my hotel room, having arrived the day before. The meeting was tomorrow, and I decided to go shopping to find something new and classy to wear. Two hours later, I was in the spa in my room, sipping on some champagne and eating some strawberries when my mobile rang. It was Steve.

"Hi baby. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I'm sorry we can't be together, but I promise I'll make it up to you when you get home, ok?"

We chatted a while and I promised him I would be a 'good girl' on this trip, and would save myself for his surprise when I got home.

The next morning, after showering and dressing in my new outfit, I went down to enjoy a buffet breakfast before heading downtown to the meeting. As I sipped on my coffee and ate a Danish, I looked round the restaurant and noticed a young couple about ten metres away. They appeared to be on their honeymoon. He was a dark skinned guy with amazing white teeth, and she was asian, from Japan I guessed, as he skin was pure white and her hair jet black. They were a striking couple, and I smiled to myself at the thought of my own honeymoon all those years ago, when Steve and I had been in Bali and I had worn the see-through white swimsuit in the pool and ended up fucking three other men on my very own honeymoon!

Aaaah, those were the days, when we were wild, crazy and fucked like rabbits.

Soon after I was in a cab on the way to meet Trent, and as I climbed from the cab onto the street, I checked my appearance in the windows and smiled. My classic black high heels were classy, yet provocative, with their five inch heels. My red satin blouse was flashy yet sophisticated, and the buttons were undone just enough to flash the black lace of my push-up bra, highlighting my boobs. My black boned jacket completed the outfit, and I had chosen to put my hair up in a bun, completing the look with some brand new Chanel earrings as a birthday treat for myself.

I was met in the foyer by a young asian woman who introduced herself as Ayumi, Trent's personal assistant, and we made our way to the penthouse level of the building. At the top we got out and walked down a short corridor into a massive open space, featuring glass all the way around, giving amazing views of Hong Kong harbour and the city. Trent greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I flushed at the memory of the one night we had spent together. I was ravenous that night and ended up begging this American stud to push his small cock into my tight arse as he was not really pleasing me much with his fucking. I was embarrassed as I thought back to that night, but kept my composure, hoping my sexual kinks would not have a negative effect on my ability to win the contract.

I was the last to arrive for the meeting, and as we sat in the leather chairs round the conference table, Trent made introductions. I was the only one who had chosen to come and tender for the contract alone. The other two companies were represented by five people in total. David and Candy were joint partners from a firm in Sydney, and they were hoping to break into the Melbourne market by securing this contract. The other company was a firm from Singapore, and they had three men, all very formal and business-like. One was a sales agent, Stuart; the second the lawyer, Toshi, and finally there was Yanaka, the owner of the company, and a much older man than the rest of the people at the meeting. I thought it unusual that the owner himself would attend a business meeting, but was to learn later that he was very much a 'hands-on' type of owner.

Trent began by explaining the details of the property that we had all received by email, before going over the process for selecting the successful company to handle the sale of the apartments. It was a process I was familiar with, and I sat quietly, my eyes wandering the room assessing the competition.

When finished, Trent gave each of us the chance to present, and I have to admit, whilst a little nervous in front of the strangers, my competitors, I was quietly confident of winning the tender.

The meeting last about two hours, and as we finished, Trent said his goodbyes and wished us all well. I made my way back to the hotel, removing my clothes and showering as I was a little hot from the meeting and needed to freshen up before deciding what to do with the rest of the evening. 

In the shower I was playing with my boobs, pinching and fondling my nipples, when my mobile rang. I stopped playing with myself, dried off and wearing only a towel, picked up the phone to check who the missed call was from. It was Trent.

I dialled his number as some water dripped off my thighs onto the carpet.

"Hi Trent. Sorry I missed your call. I was in the shower, honey."

"Ooh, now that sounds tempting!" he said, flirting with me!

I had promised Steve I would be a good girl, so I decided to play straight.

"I was wondering what you were up to for dinner tonight? I'm in town alone and thought it might be nice to have a gorgeous woman to escort around town if you're interested."

"Hmm, well, I seem to recall last time you made me an offer like that we ended up being very naughty! But dinner sounds nice."

"Ok, great," he said, "I'll pick you up round eight. Wear something nice because the place I'm taking you is sort of formal, ok?"

"Formal?" I asked. "Well, lucky I bought something suitable then isn't it? See you at eight."

I spent the next couple of hours just relaxing, and by the time the room phone buzzed, announcing Trent was there to pick me up, I was quite hungry. I was wearing a simple black cire gown with red roman gladiator stiletto sandals for maximum effect, and had my blonde hair down, with matching bright red lipstick.

The dress was just slightly see-through when light was behind it, and as it was completely form fitting, I had chosen not to wear a bra, but simply a tiny little Wicked Weasel thong on my bottom, as it highlighted my buns. If I'd been in the mood to 'play' I would have left the thong off altogether, but my promise to Steve was fresh in my mind and I was planning to be a good girl, have dinner and then fly home the next afternoon and wait to see if I was successful with the tender, before fucking my husband's brains out, win or lose!

As I exited the elevator into the foyer, my heels clicked on the Italian tiled floor, and I noticed a few eyes cast my way. I felt flattered that, at age 46 I was still able to run heads with my looks. I walked slowly on purpose, seeing Trent seated in the lounges near the revolving doors.

He stood to greet me.

"Now that is a stunning dress." he said, making me flush with pride as I felt my nipples tingle and harden, pressing against the very thin material.

Taking me by the hand, we looked every bit the courting couple, and we headed out into the warm night air towards the car that was waiting, his chauffeur holding open the door for us.

Inside the limousine we each had a glass of champagne as we headed to the restaurant, arriving about ten minutes later.

As we entered the restaurant, Trent put his hand on the small of my back, and I tingled as his fingers paused, feeling the outline of my tiny thong. He smiled at me as we walked in, and were greeted by the waiter.

I was surprised to see that we were shown to a table with several other people already seated. Puzzled, I looked to Trent, and he smiled, then whispered in my ear, "Very important customers, babe. These are the project financiers. They wanted to meet the agent I have recommended for the tender to act on their behalf."

I was shocked.

What Trent told me meant that his decision was already made, and that I had won the multi-million dollar tender!

I wanted to scream out in excitement, but I was aware of my surrounds. I wanted to ring Steve and tell him the great news, but Trent was starting to introduce me, and I knew the significance of the people I was meeting for the first time, given Trent's sudden announcement seconds earlier.

Dinner was a blur, and I'm sure I had too many glasses of champagne, but I felt amazing. My mind kept racing thinking about the tender and what it meant in terms of financial windfall for my agency. As I sipped my fourth glass of champagne, I felt something brush my thigh. I looked down and noticed a hand. Next to me, the man I had been introduced to, Jason, was calmly talking to Trent across the table, but his hand was purposely now rubbing my thigh through the thin material of my dress.

I politely lifted his hand from my thigh, not wanting to attract attention. However, Jason was persistent as well as slightly rude, and a few seconds later his hand was once again on my thigh as he chatted away. I felt my face flush a little, feeling the warmth as he gently squeezed my thigh, and I shifted nervously in my seat, not wanting anyone else to see what he was doing.

Once more I removed his hand, and this time I crossed my legs as I hoped that would stop him being so naughty.

It didn't.

Minutes later, as he turned to talk to me and asked me what I thought about the new apartments, his hand once more touched my thigh, this time delving slightly further, coming to rest in the cleft between my crossed legs.

I am sure I blushed, and as I mumbled an answer, finished off my fourth glass of champagne, I felt my nipples stiffen as Jason's fingers began to work their way deeper, even though my long gown was stopping him from getting inside.

As we finished our dessert, a band began to play some soft music, and a few couples rose to dance. I was almost relieved when Trent asked me to join him for a celebratory dance. Jason's hand quickly disappeared and Trent took me by the hand, and I was glad he did for I actually stumbled a little from too many champagnes!

Once on the dance floor, Trent took me gently in his arms, and I placed my own arms around his neck, as much as a balancer as anything else. He whispered in my ear as we danced.

"You look ravishing in that dress. Did you realise it is almost see-through?"

I pretended to be shocked.

"What? It is not!" I replied, my nipples now throbbing as I knew men had been watching me all night as the light from the chandelier had been casting outlines of my curves under the dress.

"You big tease! You know very well we can all see your braless boobs and amazing arse!"

I smiled and giggled a little, feeling very tipsy and rather horny. As I pressed my chest into his, I felt his hands lower to the globes of my bum right there on the dance floor. My mind went to Steve, back home, and I fantasized that he was standing behind me, about to press his own body against my arse cheeks, sandwiching me between myself and Trent.

My mind was snapped from my fantasy by the feeling of a man, a real man, not my imaginary husband, standing behind me. It was Jason.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked Trent.

"Not at all, be my guest," said Trent, before guiding my arms across to Jason who assumed the same position, only a little closer.

He was tall, and I found myself looking upwards as he began to talk, his hands innocently placed upon my hips at this stage.

"Trent tells me you're quite the businesswoman."

I blushed, pleased that Trent had described me that way to his associate.

"He also tells me you're a wicked fuck."

I was shocked, and my eyes must have given me away, as I pulled back from him.

He trapped me, pulling me firmly against his muscular chest, my own big boobs squashing hard against him now, my nipples aching as my senses confusion took hold.

"Relax, I am impressed. He tells me you're the best fuck he's ever had."

I had no response apart from the burning sensation in my pussy as I tried to digest what he had just said

.

The music stopped and we headed back to the table with the other guests.

My mind was racing. I was dying to get home to Steve, to take hold of his cock and suck it, kiss it, lick it and fuck it, but he was ten hours away by air!

"Well folks, it's been a great day," said Trent, standing. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get Dee back to her hotel as she has a big flight home tomorrow to share her news with her husband, Steve."

As we all said our goodbyes, and the other owners wished me well with the sales, Trent took me by the hand and we were hailed a cab by the concierge. Just as it arrived, Jason came almost running out the door of the restaurant too.

"Mind if I join you? Trent tells me we're staying in the same hotel!"

"Of course she doesn't mind. Jump in," said Trent, before we all climbed in and headed towards the hotel.

In the back of the cab it was a bit of a squash, and I was in the middle. Trent was a gentleman of course, but Jason was all over me with his hands, and his left arm he put on the back of the seat behind me, his fingers rubbing the skin of my neck as we drove along. I liked the feeling on my skin, but my mind was telling me to stay true to my husband and wait till I got home to satisfy the incredible urges that were coming from my pussy and swollen nipples.

We chatted as we drove, and thankfully, before long, we made it to the hotel.

Flustered from the close contact of being sandwiched between two men other than my husband, and Jason's fingers on my neck tickling me all the way home, I was in need of some release. I couldn't wait to get up to my room, ring Steve and then masturbate with him together on the phone to release the sexual tension that had built up in my loins.

The men showed me up to my room, and despite some urging by Jason and an offer of a drink by Trent, I managed to maintain my composure and decline their offers and went to my room alone. Trent and Jason decided to have a night cap in the hotel bar, and I headed to the elevator alone. Inside the elevator, I was aware of just how flushed and horny I was. I was alone, and while watching the lights head towards the 14th floor, I played with my nipples that were very hard and poking against the thin material of my dress. I actually gasped as I tweaked my right nipple and felt a surge of lust through my pussy as the sexual energy in my body took hold.

Inside my room, I peeled off my tight black dress, and then, wearing only my small thong, I decided to be a little naughty. I went into the bathroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and took a photo of myself pinching my right nipple and pouting. It turned me on pinching it like that, and I knew Steve would love it, so I texted him the photo, before stripping off completely and jumping into a nice hot shower.

As the water ran over my shoulders, I soaped up my big boobs and played with them, before dropping my right hand to my pussy and giving myself a good wash, before fingering myself too, noticing just how wet I was inside. I pumped three fingers in and out a few times, enjoying the feeling of heat inside my pussy, and as the water flowed down over my boobs, I closed my eyes and imagined Steve fucking me, his strong hands squeezing my tits as he pumped me from behind, just the way I liked it.

I was just about to climax in the shower, when there was a knock at my hotel room door, and I froze, my fingers still buried in my cunt.

Who could that be? What did they want? Could I ignore them and maybe they would go away?

I chose the latter course of action, but, as I stood there in the shower, the water flowing down over my fingers still buried inside my pussy, the knocking at the door came a second time.

"Dee? Are you there? It's me, Trent. I forgot to give you the details of the tender and I don't think I'll be up when you leave in the morning."

Dammit.

I pulled my fingers reluctantly from my pussy, washed my own juices off them and then turned off the water.

"Just a minute."

Quickly grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around my body, folding the end down inside my cleavage , my hair dripping wet, and went to the door. I was flushed in the face, horny as a toad, and had just about climaxed after fingering myself in the shower seconds earlier, having sent my husband a racey photo. I hardly felt like answering the door, but given the tender with Trent was worth well over a million dollars to my agency, I knew I had to answer it.

Opening the door in my towel, water dripping off my legs and hair, I was surprised when not only Trent, but Jason too was standing there.

I was hoping Trent would just give me the envelope he was holding, but he asked if he could come in and explain the details to me, so I let them both in, trying to cover myself as best I could.

"Sorry to catch you at such an awkward time, babe." Said Trent.

"You might be, but I'm sure not!" said Jason, "You look hot, Dee, mind if I join you when you're finished being all business-like with Trent?"

He smiled, half joking, but his words caused my nipples to throb once more, and I felt them poking against the towelling material as his eyes cast their way up and down my entire body as I stood there.

Trent spent a few minutes going over the details with me, and then, as I stood there my pussy on fire from the earlier arousal, kissed me on the cheek, his hand patting my butt as we said our farewells. Then, Jason stood and approached, and his cocky attitude was starting to get to me. As he kissed me on the cheek, pausing a few seconds, his breath was warm against my face, and his hand pressed against my breasts in the towel, and I swear he even felt one of my erect nipples for a second.

Three minutes later, they were gone, and I was spreadeagled on the bed, my fingers buried inside my hot, wet cunt as I imagined what it might have been like to rip off my towel and fuck them both, right there and then.

Just as I approached orgasm again, my mobile phone beeped.

It was a text message back from my husband, Steve, and showed his hard cock that I knew so well, in his fist being pumped with our bed in the background. The text message said, "Horny, huh? Good! Enjoy yourself! See you soon....love, Steve."

My mind raced. "Enjoy yourself!" Did that mean he wanted me to masturbate again? Did it mean more than that? Was he encouraging me to fuck without him being here?

My hazy, hot, aroused mind was playing tricks on me, and my fingers inside my pussy once more were rapidly causing me to approach the orgasm I was yearning so badly.

As I fell back on the pillows once more, I thrust the three fingers of my left hand back inside my pussy, and began to fuck myself to orgasm. My right hand was pinching and pulling my nipples, the way I love them to be touched during sex, and I was almost there within a minute or two..

Knock, knock.

"Fuck! What now?" I almost yelled as I was snatched from my cum yet again, my nipples red and swollen, my pussy sopping and the fingers of my left hand wet with my juices.

I grabbed the towel and covered up again, then opened the door, expecting Trent to be there telling me he had forgotten something.

It was Jason.

I wanted to kill him for snatching me from my orgasm yet again, but my body was betraying me. My mind told me to tell him to go away, but my pussy wanted him to tear off my towel and fuck the shit out of me. Steve's text message had confused me, the alcohol had affected my judgement, and the frustration that had built up inside me all night was getting to me, so I stood there, in my towel, hair all over the place, face flushed, fingers wet from pussy juice and smelling like a women's pussy.




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"Fancy a nightcap?" he asked, holding up a bottle of really nice champagne. My Achilles heel. It was Moet Chandon, and I was actually a little thirsty from all my hard work trying to make myself cum.

"I have an early flight and I'm married, so one drink and then you have to go, ok?"

"Whatever you say, babe. I just wasn't in the mood to sleep and seeing you in that towel like that before made my cock hard as a rock. I just had to see you one more time before you fly out tomorrow."

He sounded almost sincere, despite the fact I knew he was there for only one reason. The thing was, I wasn't sure I wasn't wanting exactly the same thing!

He popped the cork and I grabbed some glasses from the mini bar, and sat down on the bed next to him as he poured.

"To you. May you sell all those fucking apartments before Christmas!"

We clinked glasses and I gulped down the frothy, cold liquid, before Jason topped up my glass again.

"Naughty. What happened to one glass?" I teased, my body relaxing a little more now as I sat there in my towel, my boobs still pressing against the towelling material.

"Well. It's too good to waste, and I happen to know it's your favourite. Steve told me."

A puzzled look came over my face.

"Steve told you? When did you talk to him?" I asked, confused.

"He texted me about ten minutes ago. He said to tell you the photo looked great and to enjoy yourself."

Now this was confusing, and very arousing at the same time. As I sat there, still wet, horny and wearing only a towel, this man I had not met before dinner that night was sipping champagne on my bed, saying that he had received a text from my husband, and, in my opinion, had almost given this stranger approval to be with me.

"How did he get your number? Do you know him?" I asked, wanting some clarification.

The champagne was getting to me again, and my whole body felt warm and fuzzy, especially my pussy and nipples

.

"Trent introduced us online when we were doing reference checks for the tender applications. It's company policy for us, so I called Steve and had a chat. He seems like a good guy. I must say, I had no idea how fucking hot you look standing in front of a mirror in just your g-string!"

He held up his phone and showed me the picture I had sent Steve earlier.

That bastard! My own husband has sent a sexy pic of me to another man!

My pussy twitched and shook at the thought, and as I gulped down the remainder of my second glass in five minutes, Jason took that as a signal of approval.

He took me by the hand, put my empty glass on the small table, and then removed my towel, very slowly from around my body. My hair was still quite wet, and I knew my nipples were really erect as I stood there, completely naked in front of this 'almost' stranger.

We kissed, and his tongue was hot and wet inside my own mouth as his hands explored my arse, pressing my boobs against his chest for the second time that night. However, unlike earlier on the dance floor, when I had mildly protested, this time I was like putty in his hands, begging him to ravish me and release the orgasm that had been welling inside me for an hour or more.

For a brief moment the married woman inside me took over, and I stepped back, removing his hands from my arse.

"Jason.......I...I can't do this. I'm married, remember?"

He paused for a moment, then, with a forceful rush, he spun me round and before I had time to protest, his finger found my clit and started to rub it the way that drives me absolutely crazy.

I was his, and he knew it.

I parted my thighs slightly, encouraging him to finger me, and he took the bait. Slowly, as his right hand continued to play with my clit, his left hand dropped and two of his fingers found my sopping wet cunt, yearning for penetration.

I moaned and leaned back against his body, his mouth biting down on my neck as he almost lifted me off the floor with his fingers inside me, pumping up and down and causing my body to once again start the climb to orgasm.

I was ravenous and the thought of cheating on my husband made me even sluttier as I reached down and found his zipper, undid his pants and then stuffed my hand inside, finding his hard cock and giving the shaft a few hard strokes in my fist.

Momentarily he removed his fingers from inside me, long enough to take his pants off, and remove his shirt, before spinning me round once again, and then kissing me full on the lips again, as his hands reached down to push inside me once more.

His three fingers were now inside me, pumping slowly, as his thumb throbbed my clit and his other hand held me tightly round the waist. I was putty in his hands as he worked me towards the orgasm I knew would be a massive explosion of lust.

I squeezed his balls and pulled them down away from his cock quite hard, and he responded by jamming the fingers up inside me even further. His thumb on my clit was driving me crazy and the orgasm began to well inside me from my pussy walls as my nipples ached from hardness as they pressed against Jason's muscled chest.

My knees began to shake as I felt the orgasm building inside me, and I was moaning loudly, wiggling my hips to move Jason's fingers inside my cunt as we kissed.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Again!

"OOooh, fuck!!" I moaned into Jason's neck as his fingers froze inside me. His thumb stopped moving across my clit and I let go of his large balls.

"Who the hell could that be?" I cursed.

Jason threw on his pants, panicking.

I grabbed the towel and covered up once more, my body truly on fire, the orgasm ripped from my grasp as I walked towards to hotel room door.

"Who is it?" I hissed, wondering who it might be that had interrupted my orgasm yet again!

"It's me, Trent! I left my room key on your dresser! Can I just come in and grab it, please?"

I looked across the room to the small dresser near the TV, and, sure enough, there was a room key sitting there!

"Ok, hold on!"I said through the door, before looking at Jason and indicating he should hide in the bathroom. After all, I wasn't sure how me fucking one of the owners might appear to Trent!

Jason grabbed his things and jumped into the bathroom, before I opened the door.

"Sorry about this, Dee. I'm really embarrassed. Were you asleep? You look a little...flustered!"

I smiled, thinking that I was about as far from asleep as I could be!

"No, no. It's ok. I was just chilling out and thinking about Steve. It's my birthday today and Steve tells me he has a surprise waiting for me when I get home tomorrow."

"Today? Why didn't you tell me? Ooh, I would have got you a cake to share with the others at dinner!"

He leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek as he said, "Happy Birthday."

The problem was, that as he stepped forward, my towel chose that very moment to drop completely to the floor, leaving me standing totally naked and exposed at the very instant Trent kissed me on the cheek!

I'm not sure what Trent thought, but he must have given it as a signal from me because the next thing I know, the birthday peck on the cheek turned in to a full-on tongue kiss, and his hands were all over my body, squeezing my boobs and wandering down to my arse.

I was in a state of combined shock and total arousal, having experienced such a sexually frustrating evening to date. I responded the way my nipples wanted. I responded the way my pussy begged me to.

I kissed him back and threw my arms round his neck, yearning for him to touch me, lick me, kiss me, finger me and fuck me.

My mind however was focused on three things as my body went into auto pilot and we began get sexually serious right there standing near the door. The first thought, as his hands mauled my tits the way he knew I loved them being touched, was that my husband was at home, and it was my birthday and he was preparing a surprise for me when I got home the next day. The second thought as my pussy ached and my clitoris throbbed as his fingers found it and gave it a delightful tweaking, was that Trent's cock had failed to satisfy me the one time we had fucked previously. The third, and possible most sexually arousing thought, as that Jason, with the sexual confidence and large cock, was still in the bathroom, and that he could probably hear Trent and I getting it on now as Trent was starting to moan and I was also doing a little squealing as our tongues entwined and his fingers did a merry dance on my clit and pumped in and out of my very wet pussy.

My mind was racing but my body was winning. I parted my legs as Trent continued to push his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I found myself almost wishing he would jam more of his fingers into me, and push them deeper with every thrust as I was dying for some serious sexual release.

I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, and his small cock was well and truly erect, bulging in his underwear. He stopped finger fucking me, which caused me to gasp and whimper, my own fingers replacing his as one hand frigged my clit and the other pushed four fingers into my snatch, without any difficulty whatsoever. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed, and whilst Trent continued to shed his clothes, I finger fucked myself towards a rapidly arriving orgasm that I had been needing for hours now.

"Whoa, birthday girl. Slow down there!" said Trent, his lack of awareness of the sexual needs of a woman once again on show.

I was dying to cum and just wanted him to either help make me cum, or shut up and let me do my thing.

However, I guess he didn't get to be the CEO of a multi-national company without getting his way, and before I had a chance to speak, he had taken my hands away from my clit and pussy, and guided me back towards my bed, where he lay me down on my back, and thankfully, spread my legs and began licking my clit with his tongue.

I lay back, closed my eyes, and my hands drifted to my large boobs with their swollen nipples. I squeezed and played with my tits, all the while imagining Steve fucking me the way he does so well, from behind, and with the force of a Mack truck!

The tongue on my clit was very good, and I was pleased to see that Trent had improved his cunnilingus skills since we had fucked. He was actually pretty good at it now, and I found myself starting to rise to orgasm once again that night.

Just as I felt the surge of passion start to rise from my cunt, with the hot, wet tongue lashing my clit quite fast now, there was a movement to my left, and I spotted Jason peeking through the bathroom door!

I was momentarily snapped from the focus of my orgasm as my mind raced. I wondered what Trent would think if he saw Jason. I wondered what my husband, Steve would think if he knew I was in my room making love to one man while another stood watching, having started the whole extramarital thing earlier that night!

I didn't care, as my nipples, pinched between my fingers, and my clit, being tongue lashed by Trent, took control of my thoughts once again.

I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my own pleasure, and felt the orgasm start to surge once more from my loins as Trent continued to lick me.

About a minute later, enjoying my rising orgasm, I opened my eyes as I pinched and twisted my aching nipples, and saw that Jason, now totally naked, was standing on the side of the bed opposite Trent, his huge, hard cock pointing lewdly above my head. I glanced to Trent, buried tongue deep in my pussy, but he seemed oblivious to his colleague standing over me.

Instinctively I reached for his wonderful cock, realising that this was the only cock in the room capable of satisfying me that night, and I took it in my mouth as I lay spread-eagled being licked to orgasm.

The scene must have looked erotic indeed. I was on my back, my large boobs showing off their erect nipples, a man buried between my legs licking my pussy. I was now deep-throating the very large cock in my mouth and as the man I was sucking moaned and reached down to squeeze and play with my boobs, it started!

Like an avalanche rumbling from the mountains of snow, the orgasm started low in my pussy and began to take over my entire being. The built up sexual tension and frustration of the night's events had a dramatic effect, heightening my usual sexual energy and causing my body to convulse and shake like a tsunami of sexual release.

It was indeed a good thing that my mouth was full of cock, because my moaning and squealing as the biggest orgasm of my life took over my body was intense! I am sure I would have woken Steve back home in Australia with the volume of noise I made as I came, had the cock in my mouth not started to spurt its own orgasmic load of semen directly into my hungry cock sucking throat! I gulped and shook, swallowed and convulsed, came and digested the huge load of cum that was deposited into my cumming mouth as I climaxed on the wonderful tongue that was licking me to climax.

I shook and came for almost a full minute, my boobs squeezed by Jason as I swallowed his cum. I was on sexual fire as Trent slowed his licking in response to my amazing contractions around his face with my thighs.

I licked the remaining cum off Jason's cock and lapped at his balls, moaning like a pussy cat eating its food. I was so fucking satisfied it was crazy, and I remember thinking it had been the best orgasm ever, just as Trent removed himself from my thighs, and stood up to reveal a glistening face, coated with my pussy juices all over his tongue, lips, mouth and cheeks.

As Jason recovered from the ravenous blowjob I had just given him, and I luxuriated in the post-orgasmic bliss, my mouth still covered in Jason's cum, I reached for a glass and rolled off the bed to pour myself a drink.

"Well, that was a nice surprise! Happy Birthday, Dee!" said Trent.

"No, thank, YOU!" said Jason, giving his now flaccid cock a nice shake as he stood there, his other hand on his hip.

"Well actually, I should be the one thanking both of you. You have no idea how good that orgasm was, or how long I was waiting for it! You guys teased me all night and then with Jason hiding in the bathroom, and Trent forgetting his keys just at the wrong moment, jees!!"

We all shared a giggle, and then there was a brief moment of awkward silence, until Trent, the more conservative of the two men in my hotel room, spoke.

"Well, I guess we should head off and let you get some sleep!"

Truth be known I was totally wishing they would both stay and fuck me ragged until I couldn't walk.

"Well, I guess you're right. My flight leaves early and I'm sure Steve will have something big planned for when I get home."

That's when Jason, the cocky one whose lovely cock I had just drained of a huge load and swallowed, spoke up.

"OOoh, come on, babe! Don't try and tell me you don't want a pair of cocks to fuck the shit out of you right here and now. You know you want it bad, and Trent and I are just the guys to give it to you. Get over here and let me suck on those gorgeous titties of yours and let's get this fucking party really started so we can give you a proper birthday present."

I was a little shocked, but he was totally right.

"I'm not sure we should stay, Jason. After all, Dee is a married woman!" said Trent, before the three of us giggled together.

"Well. If you put it like that, how could I refuse?" I said, walking slowly over towards the cocky stud, my big boobs shaking nicely as I wiggles my body to make them shake even more

.

I walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips, his hands dropping to cup my arse behind me, and as we enjoyed a really hot kiss, Trent moved in behind us and pushed his little dick between my thighs, and I moved around until I nestled it between my butt cheeks, and felt the heat coming off the little cock behind me, as the large one hanging downwards in front of me started to come to life again and I felt it poke my belly.

Jason then collapsed down on the bed, and I fell onto my hands and knees before him, taking his cock in my mouth and marvelling at the way it started to swell once more. I can't speak for other women, but the feeling of a soft cock hardening in my mouth as I suck it is one of the most amazing sensations I have experienced. I kept sucking Jason until his cock was rock hard again, my right hand playing with his balls, tugging on them as I deep throated his impressive manhood. Behind me Trent had positioned himself with his cock pushing at my pussy entrance. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it to. Even though he had a small cock, I guided it into me and the sensation of sucking a cock and being fucked at the same time caused me to gasp a little.

Trent then settled into a nice rhythm playing with my tits as he fucked me doggie style, and I kept sucking Jason's cock at the same time. Jason leaned forward as I was being fucked, sucking his cock, and started to scratch me back with long raking movements, which was sensational. I was in cock heaven as the two men pumped me like a spit roast and fucked me in between them, cock in pussy and mouth at the same time, boobs played with and back being scratched. It was lovely and I was totally enjoying being fucked by the two men.

We stayed in this position for a good five or ten minutes. I'm not sure because it was so heavenly that time seemed to stand still as I rolled back and forth on the cocks inside me at both ends.

Jason then decided that he wanted some fucking, and I have to admit I was glad he did, because he had a cock that felt almost twice the size of poor Trent's little wiener.

The guys swapped positions as I spun around on the bed, offering my wet pussy to Jason, who pushed his nice cock inside me with one long, deep thrust that was heavenly. Then, in front of me Trent played with my boobs and I took his slimy, juice covered cock into my hungry mouth and first licked my juices off it, before being easily able to deep throat him with every suck.

Before long Jason worked into a lovely motion with really long, deep strokes that hit the bottom of my pussy every time he pumped into me. Just as I thought it could not get any better than this, his fingers found my clit and I once again felt an orgasm surging through my body. The feeling of another cum approaching was too much for me, and I reached back and pushed my own finger into my cunt where Jason's cock was pumping in and out. I rubbed my finger along the shaft of his cock as he fucked me, and I moaned as I felt the larger penetration caused by my own finger inside me at the same time. Then, when it was coated with my own love juices, I pulled my finger out of my pussy, leaving Jason's cock in there to fuck me alone, even as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. I reached back and found my bum, poking my wet finger into my arsehole and playing a little first, before pushing it all the way in until my entire finger was buried in my own arse.

I knew it must have looked hot to Jason, and so I decided to have some fun with the two men fucking me. 

"Oooh, I can feel your cock going in and out of my pussy, Jason. My finger is fucking my arse and I can feel your big clock sliding in and out through the skin back there. Can you feel my finger fucking my arse baby? Can you?"

I was on my knees, being fucked from behind by a huge cock. Jason was pumping me with fantastic long, deep strokes, his hands gripping my hips as he pumped me. I was sucking a cock in my mouth, and finger fucking my own arse at the same time.

I decided it was time to really blow these guys minds and show them what a hot fuck I could be when my husband was not around and I was in the mood to fuck.

I dislodged both cocks and my own fingers from my arse, then asked Jason to lay down on the bed. I then turned to face away from Jason, my boobs facing Trent, giving Jason a full on view of my arse and back. Then, lowering myself down, I pushed his amazing cock into my arse, slowly, moaning and making sure the guys heard exactly what was happening with every inch that pushed into my tight arse.




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"Oh, fuck. That's it, right there, yes, push that cock into me, shove that big cock up my tight arse! Give it to me."

I reached back and made sure everything was well lubricated back there, as his cock was quite large, and I wanted to fuck the shit out of myself with his cock in my arse. Then, as I started to bounce up and down, gradually increasing the amount of his cock that was fucking my arse with every stroke, I took his hands and placed them on my tits, and he started to squeeze as he fucked my tight arse up and down.

"Come here, Trent. Double fuck me baby!"

I was wanton with lust, and knew I needed some double penetration to satisfy my hunger for cock.

I leaned back, with Jason's entire cock buried to the hilt in my tight arse, and guided Trent's little cock into my pussy, until both guys were inside me and I was being double fucked on the bed.

It was heaven.

Every time I rolled my hips backwards, Jason's cock would push deep into my arse, and then as I rolled forward and it slid backwards, Trent's smaller cock would push into my pussy. We fucked like this for a good ten minutes until I felt the orgasm coming back, and I knew this would be my last for the night.

"Ohhhh, fuck. I'm gonna cum with your cocks inside me you guys. Double fuck me till I cum and don't stop, whatever you do!"

Three minutes later, with a scream that I am sure would have alerted the local police, I came on the cocks that were double fucking me! Jason's cock buried in me as I shook and had my orgasm, and I felt him spurting jet after jet of cum into my arse as he ejaculated deep into me with his own orgasm. Trent managed to cum almost at the same time, and the three of us were a mess of sperm, pussy juice, ass lubricant and orgasms as we all collapsed on the bed in orgasm heaven.

The next day, on the flight home, I closed my eyes and remembered how fucking good it was to fuck two men at the same time. I couldn't get the feeling of complete cock filling fucking out of my mind as I jetted back home to my husband, wondering what birthday surprise he had in store for me......



Double Fun



One Friday evening, while working part time as a stripper, I really decided that I was a bit too tired for the usual activity most of my colleagues would engage in after dancing: going back the hottest babes for free pussy. I hadn't done this all the time, preferring just to get my dick sucked, since you couldn't always say where these girls "came from," if you know what I mean. This was the era of herpes, so I tried to take only so many chances. Lots of times, I would get a babe for hot action, regardless of the risks, but this particular night, I just wanted to chill for awhile, then head home.

After dancing, lots of the dancers, me included, would at least wash up and get themselves clean, since you really work up a sweat dancing and shaking your butt for the ladies. I had just finished getting dressed in something a lot less revealing, and had hung up my clothes before heading back into the club. Since we usually danced in the same clubs over time, I got to know the bartenders, and could always slip behind the bar to get myself a drink. I had just started to pour myself something, when a lady came up to the bar.

"Gin and tonic, please," she said. I noticed she was about 30, a BBW, and I quickly placed her with another big woman sitting off to one side during our show. I thought her companion had given me a nice tip, but who remembers? 

"Got it," I said. As I filled her glass with ice, I turned to the bartender.

"Robbie. Gin and tonic?" I asked. He started to move toward me, when I waved him off.

"No," I said. "I got it. How much?

"Buck and a half," he said. Then he reached over and pressed the no sale button on the register so I could access the change. The lady held up two fingers.

"Two," she said.

"Two it is," I said. I quickly mixed the drinks, and gave them to her, making eye contact. 

"Three, my dear." 

She gave me a five, saying, "Keep it." I held her hand briefly, then said.

"My thanks." I briefly watched as she walked away, wide hips swaying slowly. Her ass was big, and round -- just the way I like it. I placed her five in the register, took out two ones and placed them in the tip jar. I watched as some of the other dancers went right to some of the women I had decided were desperately in need of hard dick. It's sometimes fun to watch how long it takes for these ladies and dancers to excuse themselves, and even more interesting, to see them both come back in after a short while, and see the dancers pick somebody else. I didn't tend to do that, but then, I wasn't one of the more flamboyant dancers, so I never expected to, either.

Since I was as much a people watcher as anybody, I decided to stay and see what was going on, and kept helping Robbie with drinks. Sometime later, the same big woman came up along with her friend, and took two of the seats at the bar near me. I acknowledged them with a smile, and noticed that their drinks were almost done. Pointing to their glasses, I asked "Ready for more?"

"Yes," the first one said. She smiled with her mouth and eyes, adding, "And some conversation, if you can spare it." I returned the gaze.

"That would be my pleasure." I quickly mixed their drinks, took their crisp $5.00 (gratefully adding $2.00 to the tip jar) then returned to them. In my family, we all helped with laundry, and my sister is a big girl. I figured the first girl to be about a size 18, while her friend was about a size 22; both of them with lots of soft curves. Plus, they were really pretty. I offered them my hand.

"My name's Wade. And you?"

The second one giggled. "We know who you are." "I'm Deb; this is Allie." We shook hands. Then, Deb looked to her friend. "What we wanted to know is, why aren't you out there with the other dancers? You're not gay, are you?" She said this with another giggle. Allie rolled her eyes a bit, and I could see that Deb's joke was just that, and not some commentary.

I smiled. "Not gay, I just enjoy watching my buddies, too." Their eyes widened.

"You mean, you watch them with these girls?" Deb asked. Now I knew why they were so surprised. I chuckled.

"Not very often," I said. "I just enjoy seeing who they hook up with, and what they do if and when they come back in. It's fun."

Allie seemed relieved. "Why aren't you doing it too?" she asked.

"Well, once I take off the eye patch, some women don't even know who I am, but today, I just felt in the mood to people watch." Deb quickly glanced at Allie, before asking, "Have you ever hooked up with somebody from here?" I nodded.

"Sure," I said, and here I decided to see of I could shock them. "This is a great club to pick up some pussy after shaking your stuff on stage." Their eyes widened again, but I could see that it wasn't because they were shocked -- they were turned on.

"So," I continued. "Did you enjoy the show?" They nodded, before Deb added,

"We've been to some shows before, but you guys are good." Then she added, smiling, "Did you remember that I gave you a tip?" I leaned over the bar to her.

"Yes, I did," I said. "And I remember that I enjoyed it very much."

"Really?"

I smiled again. "Oh, yes," I replied. "While you slipped the money in my g-string, I was checking you out." I pointed toward her heavy tits. "And any time you want to show more of these to me, you just go for it." They both laughed, and Allie said, "You're bad."

"Of course I am. That's why you came here, isn't it?"

"Fuck, yeah," Deb said. This babe was getting turned on by the talk, and I decided to let them think about that for awhile. I pulled back to behind the bar, and went to fill a couple of drinks for customers. When I came back about five minutes later, Allie asked,

"So, are you going to stay behind the bar all night, or can we talk somewhere else?" 

"You want to try to get a table here?" I asked, looking around at the club, "Or…"

Deb spoke up. "You want to come to our place?" She looked toward my glass behind the bar. "What are you drinking? I bet we have it."

"Anything soft," I said. "This is ginger ale."

We got that," Deb said. 

"Cool," I said. "And what are we going to talk about?" I leaned toward them again. "There's not going to be a test, or anything, is there?"

"Allie placed her hand gently on my hand, saying, "Anything you want to." Her eyes seemed to be pleading. "Just come home with us, okay?" I thought for a short while, perhaps only two seconds, before deciding this could be great fun.

"I'm with that," I said. "I'll get my clothes."

Deb got off her stool. "We can meet you outside."

"Meet me at the door," I said. "I don't want any of my buddies movin' in on me." They smiled, and moved toward the door. I quickly retrieved my bag, and met Allie outside.

"Hi," she said. "Deb's driving up in a minute. Do you want me to go with you in case you get lost?" I didn't quite know what that meant, but thought it would be okay. "That's cool," I said. "My car is over the side." Just then, Deb drove up, and I motioned for her to follow us to the side of the building. We got to my car, and I let Allie in, saying, "Deb seems to be excited." 

Allie grinned, "Deb is always excited -- I worry when I take her here that she's gonna rape somebody." She pointed toward Deb's car. "Let's go."

As we turned on the right first street, I turned to Allie. "I take it you don't do this very often. What's up?"

"We never have," she began. "but we've thought about it - more than once."

"I can live with that," I said. "Why me -- though I'm not complaining."

Her eyes twinkled. She turned toward me slightly, learning on the passenger door. "What if I told you that you were the only dancer left?" I pouted.

"Well, I would feel completely devastated, and undesirable." She laughed.

Well that wasn't the reason." She looked up briefly. "Actually, we were looking for you when the other dancers came out. We were disappointed, thinking you had left until I went up to get our drinks. We wanted you since Deb gave you the tip." She stopped, "You were checking her out weren't you?"

"I said I was," I said, smiling. She fanned herself.

"When you made that comment about her tits, I could feel her hand on my thigh -- she wanted you right then, and I could feel myself getting wet."

"And you're still wet, aren't you?"

She nodded and said, "Yes." I let my eyes linger on hers as much as I could and still follow Deb's car.

"Do you know what you want?" I asked. She hesitated.

"You don't have to answer now -- just think about it." So," I continued, "Are you two roommates?"

She shook it off. "No," she said. "We met at work, and just clicked." She sighed. "And, you know, the big girls always hang out with other big girls." She didn't say it with much pleasure. 

"And all the better for me," I said. She looked at me again.

"Do you really like big girls?" I kept my eyes on the road. 

"Actually, I don't have a 'type.' I was checking Deb out because I thought she was cute and, yes, I did check out her tits especially. They look really nice." I shook my head. "Anyway, when I meet a pretty woman who wants to spend time with me, I'm into it, whether they're younger, older, big, petite, it doesn't matter to me." I looked at her and added slyly, "And …, I enjoyed checking out your ass when you walked back to your table." She smiled and chuckled. Shortly afterwards, we made two quick turns, and parked in front of an apartment complex. I felt the need to know a little more before we went into the apartment. I turned to her.

"You ever get it on with Deb, or with her and another man?" She hesitated before answering. She smiled, and blushed, saying, "I guess it's stupid to deny it now. We've done a lot of cuddling, and sometimes she helps me out or I help her out, if you know what I mean, but we've never gotten laid together before." She looked up, and I think I saw some fear in her eyes. "And, well, I guess I don't know what to expect." I took her hand.

"That's part of the charm," I said. "We all want this to happen, let's just go with it, okay?"

She looked in my eyes, searching for something, before saying "Okay."

When we got out of the car, I took her by the hand and led her to where Deb was standing by her car, waiting for us.

"I thought you got started without me," she said. "I was gonna be so pissed at you both." I laughed, squeezing Allie's ass.

"Well, we didn't forget about you, though," I said. "Can I feel your ass, too?"

"Oh, fuck," she said. I moved toward her and placed my hand on her big round ass, rubbing it roughly.

"Think you can handle it?" I asked. She recovered quickly enough to say, 

"Do you think you can?" We walked up the stairs, entered the building, then got in the elevator up to the apartment. It turned out it was Deb's. She was taking out her keys, and couldn't seem to pick out the right one, when I noticed that she was shaking. I took her hand gently, leaning toward her ear.

"Either you're a little nervous, or you just came for me," I said. "It's okay, babe, give me the keys." She gave me her keys, and I quickly took the right one and opened the door, opening it wide. I looked back at Deb. "Bathroom?"

She pointed. "On the left, second door."

I quickly went to the bathroom, took care of business, and returned to the living room. As I approached, Deb called from the kitchen, "What can I get you?" As I sat down on the couch with Allie, I answered, "Ginger ale or something lemon/ lime if you got it." I placed my hand on Allie's shoulder. 

"Feeling okay?" She nodded. "Good." Deb returned, giving Allie a mixed drink, and my ginger ale in front of me. She came and sat on my other side, holding a glass of wine. I looked to both of them, saying, "I don't know whether I want to sit here, or sit across so I can check you two out again." Deb answered immediately, taking her tight t-shirt over her head, and reaching back to open her bra.

"You sit anywhere where you can see my tits," she said, as she threw her bra to the floor. They were big, with large, dark nipples, and her nipples were hard and long. 

"I guess I have a nice view right here," I said. "What do you do with these when you're alone? Show me." She already had her hand on her tits, squeezing them and pressing her nipples, while she moaned. She looked into my eyes,

"You like seein them, don't you?" 

"Yes, I do. Play with those titties for me, baby. Be real nasty for me." I looked over at Allie. "Is she always so nasty, Allie?" Allie nodded and I could see that her breathing was becoming deeper. "Can you be nasty for me, too?" Allie hesitated, clearly not as horny as Deb, or maybe just more reserved. 

"Do you need something else to see, Allie?" I didn't wait for her answer, as I went for Deb's tits, licking her hard nipples.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Deb said, as she drabbed my head to press my lips harder against her floppy tits. She was really going. She began to whine. "Baby, suck me good, oh yeah!" I glanced over at Allie, who had begun to squeeze her tits through her shirt. I decided to help her along. 

"Hold on, baby," I said to Deb. I turned to Allie, and without asking permission, started unbuttoning her shirt, licking her chest above her bra, as I reached behind and unclasped it. Then, looking into her eyes, I began to squeeze her tits. Her skin was so warm and soft. I could feel her breathing change immediately. 

"Oh," she said. "Mmmmmmm." Her head began to move slowly back and forth. "Hold up your titties so I can suck them, Allie," I said. She held up her globes and I quickly licked her hard nipples, back and forth, making her squirm. I heard a sound behind me.

"Shit, that's so fucking hot," Deb said. I looked over to her, and she had pulled up her long skirt, revealing her wet pussy, which she was playing with while she watched me suck Allie's tits. This bitch was out of control. 

"Mmmmm, yeah, babe," I said to Deb, while I squeezed Allie's nipples. "Deb, you are a fucking FREAK." 

"Wade," Deb said. "Show us your dick, c'mon." It was time, and I was getting much too hard in my pants to be comfortable. I stood up, looking at these hot babes, and quickly pulled off my shirt and pants, revealing my g-string. Their eyes lit up, when I said,

"Take it off for me, ladies." They both sat up, and grabbing the string, they pulled it down quickly. My dick sprang up and hit me on the stomach as they gasped. I'm perhaps a little bigger than most, but I think it was more the idea of a hard dick that got to them than anything else. 

I took my hand and shook my dick at both of them, before saying, "Look, I want to taste some hot pussy, and I know you babes have it. Now, open you legs so I can have a lick." Deb shifted quickly on the couch, and slip toward the end, as Allie took off her pants and panties. I quickly got on my knees and blew gently on Deb's lips before licking up her slit. She shuddered immediately, then started to breathe heavily. This bitch was on fire. I continued to eat her. She tasted good, too. I nibbled on her clit, then sucked it into my mouth, feeling her writhe on the couch. I looked over and Allie's hand was busy, quickly playing with her clit as she watched, clearly as turned on as Deb. I wanted to switch, so I stood up and said to Deb,

"Taste some of your pussy, babe," I said, as I kissed her hard and rough, our tongues poking into each other's mouths. Then I kissed Allie before lowering myself to her pussy. She reacted immediately, with a strong shudder. I think she came the minute I licked her clit, but she kept bucking, trying to get me to lick and suck her pussy harder.

I leaned up, saying "You taste good, Allie." Looking at Deb, I said, "You want to taste some of this?" She shook her head.

"Fine with me," I said. "But, kiss me and tell me she don't taste fine." I kissed her again, and I could feel her get hotter the more she tasted the pussy juice from Allie. I stood up.

"Start using that nasty tongue on me, babe," I said to Deb, who got the message right away. Sitting on the couch, she was the perfect height for sucking me good. She licked the head lightly, then put just a little in her mouth a few times, before diving in, and trying to swallow me. Allie started rubbing her pussy again, and putting two fingers inside her as she watched, her eyes unblinking. Then, she decided to get a little freaky herself. She took her fingers, stood, up and placed them in my mouth, so I could taste her again. I looked at her hotly. "Give me more," I said. She reached down to her pussy, got her fingers wet, and gave me another taste. I had forgotten about my blowjob, and was concentrating on Allie. Then I told her, "Get some more, and give it to Deb." She got more juice, and I pulled away from Deb, just as Allie quickly stuck her fingers in Deb's mouth. Deb tasted it, and reached for Allie, grabbing her tits, then thrusting her tongue into Allie's mouth. I decided to see what would happen next, but after a few seconds, Deb looked back me, saying "I want it." I looked at Allie.

"Watch us babe," I said. "I get so hard when babes watch me fuck." She obediently nodded her head, leaning back on the couch, resuming her pussy play.

I quickly moved the coffee table out of the way, then pulled Deb's skirt up to her waist and she lay down. I stayed above her for a short time, then used my dick to play with her clit. 

"Shit," she said. She grabbed my arm. "Now, baby, now. Please fuck me!"

I spread her legs wide and thrust all the way in at once.

"Fuck!" she yelled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I thrust in and out of her very wet pussy, while she squeezed her tits. "Oh, my God, it's so good!" she said.

"Suck your titties, Deb." She began licking her nipples back and forth and her breaths came more shallow louder as I fucked her. 

"Ahhhh." I could feel her pussy squeeze me as she came. I knew she could do more, so I picked up the pace. I placed her legs over my shoulders, allowing me to get even deeper. 

"So fucking deep!" she said. "Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!!!!" Her body went rigid, and she squeezed my dick so hard I slowed down, allowing her breath to get back to normal. She opened her eyes.

"You liked that, didn't you babe?" All she could be was nod her head. I slowly pulled out, my dick glistening from her hot juices. "Lick off you juices, babe," I said. And she hungrily reached up and licked me clean. I bent down and kissed her tenderly, before turning to see Allie, breathing heavily. I came toward her side of the couch, and laid down.

"Ride me, babe. I want to see your big titties while you ride me. She moved quickly above me, taking my hard dick in her hand, and placing it at the entrance to her pussy. She sat down slowly. "Ohhh," she said. "You're so big, I…." I didn't want to wait so I thrust up to meet her, banging her hard and hearing a loud nasty fucking sound.

"Oh, my God," she said. Her eyes widened, then closed almost to slits. "You really fill me up. Mmmmmm." I let her set the pace at first, and she just sat for awhile before moving slowing up and down, enjoying the feeling of every inch of my dick going all the way in her snatch, then coming almost out again. Her slow movements also helped me to regain my control, so I knew I could fuck her for awhile. 

"Your pussy is so wet and hot, babe," I said. "Give it all to me, can you do that?" she just nodded her head, as I could see she was getting worked up. I grabbed her tits, squeezing, and pulling her to me. Now I could lick her nipples, and thrust up into her a little harder. I could tell she liked it.

"I want to fuck you hard, babe. You want me to fuck you hard and nasty till you cum? Do you want that?" She gritted her teeth, before shouting, "Yes! Fuck me hard, babe, now. Give it to me!" I grabbed and slapped her ass, pulling her down on me hard, then started rearing up and slamming into her hard, so I could hear that nasty slapping sound that always got me off. It took her awhile, but she was on fire now.




Double Fun Ch. 02



After shooting a huge load in the mouths of these two hot babes, we all laid down to rest, still breathing heavily. After a few minutes, Deb left to go to her bedroom, and both Allie and I used the bathroom, before returning to the living room and sprawling on the floor. Deb soon returned, but she was not empty handed.

"I've never done this before," she said, as she sat opposite us, leaning against a chair. She carried in her hands a dildo (that looked about the same size as my dick), a butt plug, and a tube of K-Y.

Deb said, "I got so hot when you were fucking me, because I knew Allie was watching." She looked over at us. "No one has ever watched me before, and I want it again." She paused, before asking, "Can you watch me again? I want to get all hot for you." 

I could feel myself getting hard at the thought. I put my arm around Allie, before saying, "Do you want us to spank it too, or do you just want to be alone?" Deb shook her head. "Just watch me and tell me how hot I am."

"Go ahead and blow, baby," I said. Allie nodded her head, leaning against my chest. Deb laid back, cupping her tits and squeezing them slightly before picking up her toys. She gently rubbed her clit before opening up the K-Y and squeezing some on the butt plug. She closed the K-Y and started playing with her lips again, focusing on her clit. As she got herself hot, she started teasing her ass with the plug. I looked down and could see Allie's eyes were transfixed on Deb, watching everything she was doing, almost in the trance.

"Plug up that ass, baby," I said. "Be nasty for me." I could feel Allie's breathing change as I spoke; she was obviously getting turned on watching her friend fuck herself.

"Oh yeah. I'm so wet," Deb said, as she pushed the butt plug up her ass. It was longer and thicker than most butt plugs, but this babe clearly wanted to feel it. She opened her eyes to look at us. "Are you getting hot watching me?" she pleaded. I pointed to my dick.

"What do you think? I don't get this hard watching cartoons." Allie could only nod her head. "Good," said Deb, as she finally put the plug up her ass. "I want to get you horny just by watching me." She pressed the palm of her hand on the plug, then turned her attention back to her tits. She kneaded and squeezed them, saying "Oh yeah. It feels so good." 

"Lick your nipples babe, just like it was me suckin on 'em," I said." She squeezed her tits tight, bringing her nipples close together before licking them and sucking on them. "Shit, I'm so fucking horny right now." As she said this, I felt Allie's hand grasping my already hard dick. She absent-mindedly began stroking me slowly up and down. I looked down and saw that her nipples were hard, and her breathing ragged.

"Ahhhh!" Deb had an orgasm from sucking her nipples. She leaned back and stopped for a minute, before grabbing the K-Y and the dildo. She quickly lubed up the dildo, and started rubbing in up and down her slit. 

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Baby, I want to see you fuck yourself. I want you to be so fucking nasty for me. I want you to cum again." 

"Uh-huh," was all she could say. "Mmmmm, yeah, I want to do it. Ummmm." And she slid the entire dildo into her slit. "Oh fuck!" 

Just then, Allie sat up and bent over, pulling my dick toward her wet pussy. She turned and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"You have to fuck me," she said. Since I was thinking with my dick anyway, I knew what I had to do. I scooted her up so we could both look right at Deb's pussy with the big dildo sticking out of it, and I quickly lubed up my dick with her pussy juice before plunging in.

"Uhnnnn!" Allie felt my stick up her slit and pushed back, willing me to go harder and faster.

"Look at us, Deb," I said. "We're so fucking horny watching you, we had to fuck, too." Deb opened her eyes, and smiled.

"You got hot watching me?" She seemed genuinely delighted, and started pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt even harder, rubbing her clit at the same time. I hadn't lied -- she had really gotten me hard just watching her get herself off. I turned my attention back to Allie, whose big ass looked so tasty bent over and receiving my dick.

"Fucking good, ain't it, Allie? Your pussy feels so good on my dick, and I can watch Deb be a freak, too. Damn!" Allie turned her head to look at me. She was breathing heavily as I pounded into her.

"Fuck me hard, baby, yeah!" I watched as her big tits swayed back and forth with every thrust. Damn, fuckin this babe was keeping me hard! Just then, I felt Allie start to push back harder.

"I want it.... I want it.... yeah, baby yeah!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting harder, slamming her ass into my thighs. I turned to see Deb going wild with her dildo.

"Watch her cum, Deb. She's nasty too!" That was all it took for Allie. She pushed back hard, and her breathing became rough and uneven.

"Oh, my God,... Ahhhh.... ahhhh.. ooooh! Baby, I'm....aaaaaah!" Her face became flushed again, as she looked back at me, then slowly she moved forward and lay on her stomach, her breathing finally coming back to normal. Just then, Deb got up on all fours, and pulled out her butt plug, while bending over.

"My ass, baby, my ass!" I wanted it too. I lost no time in lining up my wet dick and feeding it right into her ass. It felt good.

"Uhhnnn, yeah," I said. She was slick, but tight in her ass, and I could still feel the dildo pressing up against my dick from her pussy.

Deb looked back at me. "Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck my ass hard. Ooohhh!" I grabbed her hips and started pulling her back at me while I thrusted. It almost hurt, the way I pulled her so hard against me, but she was getting off on it.

"Oh, yeah," She said. "Fuck me like an animal, I just want your dick so bad. Fuck me!" I could feel her cum a couple of times while I pounded her, her heavy ass cheeks quaking every time I fed her my stick. 

"Love your ass, baby," Gonna fuck your ass off with my hard fuckin dick." I slapped her ass hard once, and she shuddered, cumming for me. I struck her one more time, when I began to feel my balls tighten. I wanted to spray her ass with my load. I speeded up, ready to shoot.

"Yeah. Gonna cum in your ass, baby. Fuckin yeah!" I closed my eyes when I started to shoot, and shot hard, then I felt the dildo against my dick. As I opened my eyes, I saw that Allie had pushed the dildo hard into Deb's pussy as we both started to cum. This was un-fuckin-believable. I came hard, almost wanting to collapse, then slowed down and finally pulled out of her ass, and lying down on the floor. We were all breathing heavily, then I could hear their breathing slow, as mine did, and we finally fell asleep, tired, but very, very satisfied.



Double Fun



"Your hard dick! It's so big and hard. Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" I slapped her ass again, and I could feel her shudder. I gave it all I had, bucking harder and harder against her big ass and pussy, hearing our bodies slap each other, until I could see her face get red, and her mouth open wide. Then, I felt her vice like pussy squeeze my dick like no tomorrow. Finally, she collapsed on me.

"Oh!" Then she tried hard to regain her breath, as she lay there panting and moaning at the same time. I looked at her and said. "Didn't you tell me that Deb was the horny one?" She laughed, then got serious.

"I've never been fucked like that before," was all she could say. We kissed a bit before she rolled off slowly, then sat up, looking at Deb, still rubbing pussy.

"Fuck! That was so hot!" she said, as she continued. 

"Cum for me baby," I said looking her in the eyes. "Cum for me like the nasty girl you are." She closed her eyes, and rubbed, harder, until her body arched, and she began to shake.

"Ooooooooo! Oh, God!" she said as she erupted. Allie and I watched her cum before she rolled off and gave Deb a kiss. They looked over at me as I watched them.

"You're still hard!?" Allie said. "I don't believe it!"

"I'm still hard, and I need to be inside your throats right now."

"Fuck yeah," Deb said, as she flew to my dick, and tried to deep throat me.

"Babe," I said. "Take your time." I rubbed her neck gently. "I want it deep, but we have time. Just suck as much as you can." She continued to move up and down, getting more and more in every time. When she came up for air, she licked my stick up and down a few times before being nudged out of the way by Allie, who knelt down and took over. She licked slowly around the head a few time, looking me in the eyes, trying to see what she was doing to me; it worked. Finally, she opened wide and took me down. She was good, taking me almost down to my balls, and sucking just enough to keep the pressure on. She took me down two or three times before coming up, her eyes asking.

"Damn good, baby," I said. "I'm feelin goooood right now." She smiled, and got back down the business. Deb was enjoying just watching, but I knew she couldn't stay idle too long. She gently touched Allie's shoulder, and Allie offered her my dick. I hardly ever felt like I wasn't being sucked. 

The pressure began to build. "Soooo good. Suck my dick, nice and nasty. I want you to get my load. Yeah, keep up that pressure -- lick the head, so I see. Shit." These babes had a mission now, to see me shoot. And it wouldn't be long as they started jacking while they suck me. 

"Fuck, yeah. Keep it up -- yeah." Just then Deb opened wide and got me all the way down, so she could lick my balls. That was it.

"Uuhhhh. Take it babe!" I yelled, as I began to shoot hard into her throat. Allie could see what was happening, and pushed Deb, but she didn't move. Then, she lifted Deb's head so she could see what she wanted. When Deb came up, I pulled her to me so we could share my load, just as Allie took me deep into her mouth. Deb and I kissed deeply, our tongues wrestling as we both tasted my cum. I could still feel myself pulsing in Allie's mouth, and she soon came up to kiss me, too. I may not be into the taste of my own jizz, but when I get it from a nasty babe, I'm on it. Allie and I kissed until I pulled Deb back, and then we did a three way, licking each other's tongues and faces, and sharing my load. Finally, we all lay back exhausted and satisfied, with lips covered in my cum.



Double Girls and Double Dares



Rebecca and Cindy was a couple of twenty-one year old identical twins from Vancouver, British Columbia. It was the start of the summer and they had just finished their under graduate studies in English Literature and had decided to take a backpacking trip to the United States before attending graduate school in September. 

The girls were a little above average looking, more of your small town or girl next door look. They would individually both be a six or seven on a scale of one to ten, but the fact they were twins obviously drove up their sex appeal. 

They were around five foot five inches, about 130 pounds, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes with average b cup breasts and average curves for girls of their height and weight. 

The girls were each other's best friend and very seldom left the other's side. They did everything together. The same growing up such as activities, friends, jobs and even went to the same university. Both did a bit of dating growing up, but didn't really have a lot of time for the opposite sex, since they were always content keeping each other company and kept busy with school and part time jobs. 

Now that they were both finished with university for a few months, they thought it would be nice to do some travelling and take in some of the North American cities they had always wanted to see. 

The girls saved a bit of money from the part time jobs they worked while going to school, but not a lot, so they were confined to a budget. They purchased one way train tickets to San Francisco, a city they both always wanted to experience, and left Vancouver carrying only a large backpack each. 

The train ride was 24 hours long and they were cramped into a row of three seats, with Cindy sitting next to the window and Rebecca in the middle. There was an older Indian guy, probably fifty years old, wearing a turban sitting to Cindy's right in the center isle. 

The girls had lots of time to pass, but it was no problem for them. They had developed games to pass time over the years and could always keep each other easily content. First the girls began talking and planning their trip, but the conversation became boring and the girls were getting tired. 

It was about 11:00 p.m. when Cindy suggested to Rebecca that they play their double-dare game, which they had played since children and had never gotten old. Rebecca clearly agreed as the challenger always got to give the first dare and neither had ever refused up to this point in their lives. The dares were usually silly and nothing more than a laugh at the other sister's expense, but nothing really that bad. 

Rebecca's first dare was, "Cindy, I double-dare you to unbutton your blouse, show your cleavage and order a drink from the steward." 

Cindy protested, "Come on, you have to be kidding, he is cute and all but..." 

Rebecca countered, "We are on vacation. You say that you never let loose, well here is your chance and besides, the old guy next to me is fast asleep, so he won't see anything." 

Cindy looked at Rebecca saying, "So it's going to be like this is it sis? Just remember I have a double-dare for you, too." 

With that said, Cindy unbuttoned her shirt clearly down past her chest, close to her belly button. You could clearly see the tops of her milky white breasts and someone standing above would get an even better view. 

As the steward walked by Rebecca shouted, "Excuse me, can we get some drinks over here please?" 

The steward, a guy in his late twenties, definitely a pretty boy in great shape walked over and you could see his eyes almost pop out of his head as he fixed a glare onto Cindy's cleavage. He began stuttering his words asking the girls what they wanted to order and both girls calmly ordered their drinks. 

Cindy looked down at her cleavage showing, smiled and said, "Oh! Sorry about that! This shirt seems to always come open." Cindy then quickly buttoned her shirt back up and the steward went off to grab their drinks. 

Both girls giggled and Cindy said, "Fuck! I can't believe you made me do that! You are such a bitch! It's a good thing he was cute, but with that said it's my turn." Cindy looked at Rebecca saying, "OK. Your double-dare is to pretend you're sleeping and put your hand on that Indian guy's crotch. For at least two minutes." 

Rebecca challenged, "That's not fair, Cindy! At least the guy I picked for you was good looking! This guy is old and disgusting!" 

Cindy countered, "Well at least he won't see your tits and it's just two minutes. He probably won't even know." 

Rebecca gave in, "OK, fine." 

The Indian guy was in a deep sleep with a line of drool running down his chin and his legs spread wide open. Rebecca leaned back in her chair and reclined it all the way, getting in a position which made her look like she was sleeping. Then she reached her right arm over and gently placed it on the crotch of his cotton slacks. Rebecca could easily feel his cock and balls and made sure her eyes were shut tight, to claim to be sleeping if need be. 

No more than thirty seconds after her hand was on the old guy's crotch the steward came back with the girl's drinks. He immediately noticed Rebecca's hand on the Indian passengers crotch and looked at Cindy saying, "Wasn't she wide awake only a minute or two ago and does she know that guy she is sitting with?" 

The steward gave both girls drinks to Cindy, but in the process must have woken up the Indian passenger sitting next to Rebecca. 

Rebecca could clearly hear the entire conversation as she was just faking being asleep, but couldn't do anything to blow her cover, no matter how bad the situation. Just when she didn't think it would get any worse, she felt a warm hand on top of hers and the cock beginning to grow hard in her hand. The steward had already walked away, but Rebecca had this guy next to her getting a hard-on with her hand cupping him. She felt the Indian guy begin to move his hand up and down to create some sort of friction, this had to stop and suddenly she herd a grunt and then felt some wetness beginning to seep through on her hand. The Indian guy pushed her arm away and then got up and walked away. 

Rebecca opened her eyes, looked at her sister who clearly saw the entire thing and was bursting with laughter. Rebecca said, "Oh my fucking God! That was the most disgusting thing I have ever experienced! I gave him a fucking hand job, that wasn't in the dare!" 

Cindy laughed, "Ha-ha! Good job! You should be proud. It only took like thirty seconds, but the down side is that you didn't complete your dare. I told you to keep your hand there for two minutes and it was only there for one minute. I guess the next dare is yours, but I will let you take a break for now." 

Rebecca cried, "That's not fair! He left on his own and I went way further with my dare than you did. Either way I am getting you back, you had it way too easy with yours." 

Cindy chuckled, "OK fine, well maybe we should get some sleep, especially before your friend comes back after getting cleaned up." 

Rebecca agreed, "Yea, very true, well at least we should be there by the time we get up and I don't want to be tired on our first day." 

The girls both cuddled up as best they could to try and get some sleep before arriving at San Francisco. 

At 7:00 a.m. both girls woke to the sound of the train whistle arriving at their destination. Thankfully, Rebecca's Indian friend was already gone, but he left a note with his number on a business card next to Rebecca. Both girls laughed again and Rebecca ripped up the card and threw it on the floor. 

The girls exited the train and were excited to begin their first day of their new adventure. The weather was great, giving them an opportunity to wear their fitted t-shirts and short shorts with flip flops while they worked on their tans. They first hit all of the tourist spots like the Golden Gate Bridge, The Palace of Fine Arts Theatre, and finished later in the evening at Pier 39 Marketplace. The only down side to the trip at this point was the very high number of homeless people they noticed in various places downtown, they seemed to be everywhere. 

It was later in the evening and the girls decided they should probably check into the hostel, something they probably should have done much earlier, but didn't. Luckily, there was one just a few minutes away, but to their surprise the attendant told them they were completely full. The attendant advised them it was very late and the hostels book up very quickly and gave them a list of the seven hostels in the area and access to their phone. To the girls' disappointment after calling all seven, they were all completely full. It was probably because of the time of year with all of the college students being off for the summer. 

Rebecca said, "Well maybe we should just throw out the extra cash and get a hotel room for the night." 

"Rebecca, are you crazy? Hotel rooms are a fortune here and we don't' really have that much money. It's going to tap into our entire budget for this vacation." 

Rebecca asked, "Well what do you suggest?" 

"Well it's our first day here. We could always explore for tonight and maybe catch a few hours on a park bench or something and then check into a hostel first thing in the morning for tomorrow." 

Cindy asked, "Are you serious? You are insane." 

"Come on Becky, it's just one night and we must have counted a hundred homeless people today. If they can do it all the time we can certainly do it for one night." 

"Yea, I guess you have a point, but let's make sure we get to a hostel early tomorrow and check in." 

The girls began their stroll of the down town core of San Francisco, enjoying the buskers and culture, trying to make the best of their situation. By the time 3:00 a.m. rolled around, the girls began to get tired and their feet became sore from carrying their backpacks. They strolled into a close by park area and were lucky enough to find a bench that wasn't occupied. There was however, another bench next to it with an old wino homeless guy curled up on top of it, hugging his paper bag containing a bottle of cheap alcohol. 

The old guy looked to be in his sixties, skinny build, white greasy beard and hair and wearing tattered old clothing. He wasn't bothering anyone and was probably just completely intoxicated and minding his own business. 

The girls settled on the bench across from him in a foot to head position, to maximize space on the small bench and used their backpacks as pillows. It still wasn't very comfortable and the girls were having trouble sleeping. 

Cindy spoke up saying, "I can't sleep." 

Rebecca agreed, "Me neither. This is so uncomfortable! I don't know how that guy is sleeping so good, I guess he is used to it." 

Cindy, "Yea, I know, he is out like a light. Since we both can't sleep, let's play double-dare." 

Rebecca shrugged, "OK, sure, let's get this over with." 

Cindy murmured, "Hmmm, OK, since you didn't finish your last one, I double-dare you to put your hand on that guy's crotch for the one minute you have left from your last double-dare." 

Rebecca gasped, "NO WAY!! That's even worse than before, what's up with you wanting me to touch ugly guy's crotches?" 

Cindy laughed, "Hey, if you finished your dare last time you wouldn't have to do this one." 

Rebecca reluctantly agreed, "Fine, but you remember it's my turn to dare you next." 

Rebecca then got up quietly, walked over to the old drunk and knelt down beside his waist area. She then very softly lowered her right hand down and placed it directly on his crotch. The old wino didn't budge and inch and clearly didn't know this cute university grad had her hand on his cock. 

Rebecca looked over at Cindy and mouthed with her lips, "BITCH," and laughed. 

Cindy looked at Rebecca and counted down with the fingers on her hand, five, four, three, two, one. 

Finally Rebecca was done and her double-dare was completed and surprisingly it wasn't that bad after all. She then softly walked back to the bench where her sister was laying and lid down beside her. 

Rebecca shook her head and looked at Cindy saying, "You are unreal, I can't believe you made me do that! With that said, now it's my turn and I double-dare you to put your hands in that hobo's pants and give him a hand job until he cums...just like you made me do to that Indian guy on the train." 

Cindy chuckled, "That's all you got is it sis? I thought you were going to get me back." 

Cindy then got up off the bench, strutted to the homeless guy and sat on the bench next to his head, not being careful at all and pushing him over to make room. 

The hobo slurred, "It's my bench, get your own." 

Cindy didn't say anything. She just leaned forward and moved both her hands to the hobo's crotch area. 

The hobo grunted and said, "Vicky, I told ya I got no money. You can beat me off, but it will have to be in the IOU bank." 

Cindy looked over at her sister and said, "Well, I guess he thinks I'm someone else." 

Cindy fumbled with his stained jeans and could smell a pungent odor just from unzipping the zipper. To her surprise as soon as the zipper opened out sprung a 6 inch uncut cock, surrounded by mounds of grey pubic hair. Cindy wrapped her right hand around it and began to tug on it. She didn't have much experience with guys, but knew the basic principals of a hand job. She also knew that if she wanted to get this over with she had to make him cum, so the faster the better. 

Cindy stood up and then completely unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. She then got on the bench and sat on his knees and faced him, this gave her easy access to jerk him off with one hand and play with his balls with the other. Cindy did as she planned and continued, working his cock hard and trying her best to make him cum. This must have gone on for fifteen minutes or so and she thought it would have been over by now, but guessed that his whisky dick was giving him extended stamina. 

Cindy knew she had to do something so that her double-dare was completed. She went this far and didn't want to fail giving her sister the chance to give her the next dare. She then hooked both hands under her t-shirt and pulled it over her head and quickly unclasped her bra and threw both to the side of the bench. 

Cindy then leaned forward and slapped the hobo in the face waking him up. 

He responded, "What the fuck, I got no fucking money!" 

Then he looked down at his hard cock and the cute twenty-one year old topless female with her hands wrapped around his cock, rubbing the head of it on her nipples. 

Cindy spoke up, "How do you like that? What do I have to do to get you to cum?" 

The hobo responded, "Well you're doing pretty good for starters, but how about you do some sucking down there too." 

Cindy had never given a blow job before, but was always curious. She just didn't want it to be with this guy. 

She replied, "Well, how about we compromise. Rebecca, pass me a package of that crystal light." 

Rebecca complied, throwing Cindy a small serving pack and was curious what her sister had in mind. Cindy spit on the hobo's cock and began to spread her saliva around the hobo's cock. She opened the pack of pineapple-orange flavored crystal light and poured it on his wet, spit smeared erection as it stuck on. 

Cindy then lowered her head and pinched her nose with her right hand and held his cock up with her left. She then stuck her tongue out and began to lick the base of the hobo's cock, licking the drink mix off of his cock. 

Cindy looked up saying, "It's a good thing I like pineapple or you wouldn't be getting this treatment. Believe me." 

The hobo looked down at the sexy beauty licking his glistening shaft and said, "Hey, do you mind if I sit up for a bit?" 

Cindy replied, "If that will make you cum faster, please do." 

The two shifted positions and the hobo sat on the bench with his pants around his ankles as Cindy knelt on the ground just in front of him, between his legs. She continued to jerk his cock while giving him a random lick. The old hobo reached down with his dirty right hand and began to twist Cindy's hard, perky nipples and she gave a quick yelp. 

Cindy glared and said, "Now Mr. I don't mind you playing with my breasts, but be gentle!" 

The hobo laughed and followed it with a loud grunt. Cindy felt his haft begin to stiffen harder and his body began to squirm. She knew he was enjoying his treat and continued to pump his cock with her head directly above it. Suddenly he popped and a huge wad of cum spurted up hitting Cindy on the bottom of her chin. She backed up and the next eruption shot up and arced down to her breast, followed by the last which hit her arm that was still holding his cock. 

Cindy stood up wearing only her short-shorts and flip-flops and looked over at her sister. She had the vagrant's cum dripping from her chin, down her neck, running down her breasts and on her arm. She was a mess. 

The hobo spoke up, "If you like pineapple, you should have a taste of what's falling off your tits there." 

Cindy out of curiosity took her arm and held it in front of her mouth, gently touching the white cream with her tongue. 

Cindy looked back at the hobo saying, "Nice try, guy! It tastes nothing like pineapple, not bad, but nothing like pineapple." 

Cindy then said to her sister, "See I knew I could do it, but wow I am a mess! Can you throw me a towel?" 

Rebecca threw Cindy a small towel which she had in her backpack and replied, "Wow, I am impressed! You really followed through with it. I am nervous to find out what you will dare me to do next." 

Rebecca helped Cindy clean up and the next thing they knew, the sun was coming out. The girls walked to the hostel and booked a room and took a shower. 

Their adventure on the road had just begun. 



Double Glazing



There is little sex in this story, and the little there is implied rather than described graphically. The reader will have to use imagination.

*

Chapter One

I first met Eve Chatsworth at the behest of her husband, Aubrey. We worked for the same company, Sunrooms. We supplied and fitted double glazing units, conservatories, Fascias and conservatory furniture. I was one of the working cogs in the business, and he was the best performing salesman. That he was an egotistical, condescending, patronising bastard, was neither here nor there. He was the most successful agent we had. It was typical of him to enter my office that day without knocking, and hand me a package.

"John. Do me a favour. I am pushed for time, an appointment that could be a big sale, and I promised my wife this necklace, the clasp has been repaired. Run it over to her, would you?" I was up to my eyeballs with work, mostly going through his fuck-ups. He may be the most successful salesman, but he was also the one with the shoddiest of paperwork. No! Shoddiest is not the right word, deceitful would be better. Getting customers to sign incomplete order schedules, in order that later he can add extras they hadn't agreed to, was deceitful. But he seemed to have the gift of talking them round usually offering them discounts and free services to mollify them. Even with the discounts it boosted his commission.

His request put me in a quandary. I was overloaded with work, and taking an hour out of my day to do his 'favour' would mean my working late. I did have the option of refusing, but that may not have been sensible. Aubrey was vindictive. If I refused, he would make sure that I would pay later, by giving me so many problems of administration that my work day would extend from eight hours to ten or even twelve hours, in addition he was the blue-eyed boy as far as Bob Sellick, who owned the business, was concerned and Bob would rate the sale more highly than any piffling paperwork. I took the umbrage and the package, locked my files away and left.

I had never been to his house before. I knew where it was though, in Sutton Coldfield just to the north of Birmingham. The Royal Borough of Sutton Coldfield was a medieval town, granted a charter by Henry the Eighth. A bounty for the local Bishop who had been helpful in one of the King's divorces. The town was also mentioned in one of Shakespeare's plays. The actual area where Aubrey lived was an imposing location known as Little Aston Park. Private roads, large detached houses set in their own grounds, they oozed money and privilege. It was one of those places where properties scorned such conveniences as numbers, they had names! So you couldn't find your destination by following a number sequence, the area subtly reminding you, that if you didn't know where the house was, you had no business here. I drove the grass-verged roads slowly, looking for 'Sycamores'. Every house was different, those that you could see as many were set back behind woodland and along with those differences the placing of the house name was different too. Some placed the name inside the porch; others favoured rustic signs at the entrance off the road. They were tacked to trees, on garage doors. One even had the name created in wrought iron set in a plinth. Each house had to be scanned, and rejected, taking up to a minute to find the name and drive on. I eventually found 'Sycamores', and cautiously navigated the curving drive. It had taken me nearly twenty minutes from entering the Park to find the house.

It's strange when you meet someone's wife for the first time. You know the husband, and mentally endow the wife with his characteristics, attitude and physical appearance. When Eve Chatsworth opened the door I was staggered, she was the total opposite of Aubrey. He was loud, pompous and aggressive. She was quiet, kind and mannered. He was built large, florid of face and sweated a lot, Eve was petite, elegant, fragrant, in her early thirties I would guess and had that air about her that told you the beauty without was merely a reflection of the beauty within. 

One similarity they did have was dress code. Aubrey always appeared in suits, the best of Savile Row hung from his shoulders, immaculately tailored to his frame. Suits that always seemed to be freshly cleaned and pressed that morning. Eve was dressed in a way most women would for an evening out. A little blackdress fashionably short, a gold chain necklace, which hung to a point between her small breasts, and three inch high black heels, her make-up, was perfect. It was incongruous as you don't expect that on a Monday mid-morning.

"Can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Mrs. Chatsworth?"

"Yes." 

"I am John Birch from Sunrooms." I introduced myself. "Your husband has asked me to drop off this package for you." Her face cleared and lit up.

"Oh, Mr. Birch, it is so kind of you to come all this way. Thank you. Aubrey has spoken of you. Please come in, would you like a coffee, or tea?" I wanted to refuse and get back to the office, but her offer was so genuine that I had to accept.

"Thank you Mrs. Chatsworth. A coffee would be very acceptable." She walked ahead of me through the foyer; it had to be described as a foyer in this house, entrance hall sounded so down-market; and into a kitchen that was almost bigger than my flat. Gleaming stainless steel abounded with polished marble work surfaces everywhere. Not one single item was out of place, did anyone actually cook in here?

"How do you like your coffee?"

"Strong, please Mrs. Chatsworth, with one sugar and a little milk." She turned and smiled at me.

"Do please call me Eve." I sort of bowed my head in acknowledgement.

"I am John." From somewhere in the house I could hear music playing and I recognised it immediately. "Nice music." I commented. "That's Mendelssohn's overture to A Midsummer Nights Dream, if I'm not mistaken." Eve looked at me in surprise.

"Oh, you know your music." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I have enjoyed good music from an early age." She was busy with the coffee, so didn't reply immediately. She put the cups, large French style bowls really, on the breakfast bar.

"Do sit down." I pulled one of the high stools forward and sat.

"I like music as well." She mused. "Aubrey is not keen on classical though. He calls it cacophony music. Its years since I went to a concert. I can only put on my classical CD's when he is not in the house; He becomes very irritable if I do. I should love to go to the Symphony Hall one day, but..." Her voice faded away.

"That's a shame. The acoustics in the Symphony Hall are superb, and the CBSO is a great orchestra." She looked at me over the rim of her cup.

"Do you go frequently?"

"It depends on the programme, but normally every six weeks or so."

"I envy you." She said wistfully. "I would love to go, but Aubrey wouldn't hear of it." She completed the sentence she had left unfinished a moment before.

"The man that hath no music in himself." I muttered quietly, but not quietly enough. Eve was startled.

"That's apt. Sounds like Shakespeare. Is it?" 

"It's from 'The Merchant of Venice'"

"What's the full quote, can you remember it?" She smiled to encourage me. I gave that some thought and it came to me.

"I think it goes. 'The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils." 

I felt a little embarrassed by this; after all with that quote I was suggesting her husband was false. But Eve didn't seem perturbed at all.

"Yes. That sounds like Aubrey. I shall have to remember that." She sipped her coffee, and her eyes glinted with mischief. "Well, here is a find. A man who recognises music immediately and can come up with the perfect quote from Shakespeare at the drop of a hat. It would appear that you appreciate the Bard as well." I acknowledged that I did. 

"Yes. I go to the 'Rep' whenever they do a season and of course to Stratford as much as I can." Eve seemed to give that some pensive thought.

"I would love to be able to do that. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"None I'm afraid. Music, the Ballet and Billy Waggledagger, well all literature really, that's me. Boring I suppose." She laughed at the use of the comic name for England's renowned playwright. But she disagreed.

"No it isn't. All my husband talks about is his successful sales, and how important he is to Sunrooms. Now that is boring. Music makes the soul sing, and Shakespeare? Well Shakespeare is so full of homilies and quotes that we could spend a lifetime reciting them and never run out. No. John, the man who loves music and Shakespeare is definitely not boring and if you can come up with apt quotes like that from memory, conversation is certain to result." She grinned. "It did this time, didn't it? And you like Ballet? You are an unusual man."

It was time I headed back to the office. I thanked Eve for the coffee and left. Before she closed the door, she told me to call if I were in the area. Some chance, I thought. Me? In that area? Like in a month of Sundays. I did go away with some interesting thoughts. Aubrey's wife was not too respectful of her husband. That would make the guys in the factory and the fitters very happy if they knew that. Sadly I realised that I couldn't say anything. However it would be a little thought of comfort when Aubrey was next having a go at me. As I drove I ruminated on my visit. Mrs. Chatsworth was certainly an eye-catcher. She was more than that as I sensed in Eve an untapped vitality. Inside the elegant, glamorous woman was an exuberant girl trying to escape her prison.

There were even more schedules on my desk when I returned. I booted my computer and started entering the details. All our pricing was held on disk, and as I entered the sizes and qualities required the price was automatically generated. At the end of the exercise the final charge was shown, and I could compare it with the price quoted by our representatives. Normally they would be within two or three percent and I could allow that, but occasionally there was a much larger variance. I then had to go through the whole thing to find where the problem was. Aubrey's submissions were always the worst, and there were more from him than anyone else. I didn't get away from the office until nearly eight that evening. That meant tonight I would be eating a takeaway, rather than cooking something for myself.

*

Chapter Two

My week gradually eased as the paperwork mountain slowly melted away. I did work late most evenings, but by Thursday I had caught up sufficiently to be able to leave at a reasonable time. Aubrey had condescendingly thanked me for running that errand, and then informed me that I shouldn't have accepted coffee.

"My wife is too hospitable at times. You had plenty of work to do here. You should have come straight back." I wanted to point out that I was doing him a favour, and it was his selfishness that had me leave all this work in the first place. The bloated unctuous sod is a complete arsehole. He went off to practice his superior attitude elsewhere. Thankfully I got back to work. 

I occupied a somewhat unenviable position in this business. I had no defined job description. Bob Sellick referred to me on occasion as his General Manager, at other times Production Manager, and even Administration Manager. Yet my contract of employment contained none of those terms. This was Bob's way. By not defining an employee's position, it meant that there could be no standard pay structure, or employee benefits. Despite this lack of structure he was generous to those who worked hard for him, and indeed I had received some very good bonuses over the years. He allowed me a company car on the rather tenuous excuse that I may have to visit customers or suppliers from time to time. He understood when I had to take time off to care for my father. Bob and my dad were old friends, and I suppose I got this job on the back of that friendship. However, what ever the reason then, I was here now because of the integrity and hard work I gave him. 

So why did I let Aubrey treat me this way? Theoretically he had no authority over me, he was a self-employed agent. It was a habit of years. When I came to work at Sunrooms, Aubrey was already the number one Salesman, and I was the newbie. Being Aubrey he immediately made me aware of his importance to the company, and being the raw recruit I fell into line. No matter how I progressed, our relationship never changed, a situation unknowingly reinforced by Bob Sellick, who thought the sun, moon and stars shone out of Aubrey's fundamental orifice. I could cope, just, with this. But after meeting her, I wondered how the hell Aubrey managed to marry a woman like Eve! He was wealthy without doubt, but Eve did not appear to be a woman who would marry for money.

Then a strange thing happened. Eve phoned me at work. It would appear that after a lot of pressure Aubrey had booked two seats for the ballet at the Hippodrome in Birmingham. It was the Royal Ballet and they were doing 'The Nutcracker'. Now it seemed that Aubrey had second thoughts and was refusing to go.

"John, I know I am presuming on our acquaintance, but do you think you could escort me? I would love to see the ballet, and Aubrey says he won't mind." Of course I agreed. Eve asked if I could be at their house by six, the next Saturday, everything was arranged. I did wonder about Aubrey's attitude but the man himself cleared that up the next day when he came into my office. He was practising his 'we're all friends together' attitude.

"John, thank you for stepping into the breech this Saturday. I can't stand that pansy stuff, but my wife loves it, and obviously you like it as well. You don't have to drive in, I have organised a Limousine with driver. He will collect you from outside when the show is over as well." I noted his reference to that pansy stuff, and his relating me to it. Whatever, I was looking forward to an evening of ballet accompanied by a lovely lady.

Aubrey was nowhere to be seen when I arrived at 'Sycamores'. As it was the ballet I was suited, my best suit, Tie and polished black shoes. I parked in front of the double garage, and rang the doorbell. Eve opened the door and I was again taken aback by her appearance. Hair and make-up were immaculate, and her dress appeared to be worth more than my monthly salary, although to be honest I wasn't too knowledgeable about Ladies couture. It was black of course, and fitted her slim figure perfectly. There were diamonds in her ears, and diamonds hung around her neck in a gold necklace that again hung to a point just between her breasts. I did know a little about Gems. The jewellery was probably worth more than my annual salary. She smiled genuinely in welcome.

"It's so nice to see you, John and looking so handsome. Thank you for helping me tonight. Aubrey has decided to go off to London for some Fenestra conference." Fenestra was the trade organisation for the double glazing industry in the UK. I smiled at her, how could anyone not smile when presented with this vision of womanhood?

"I am happy to be able to step in, Eve. From what I have heard it is a good production, and please allow me to say you look so stunning you may well attract more attention than the performers." A look of pleasure suffused Eve's face.

"Oh I do allow compliments John, rarity gives them an added pleasure." Just at that moment the Limousine arrived. It was a Mercedes 'S' class! The driver opened the door, and Eve, pausing only to wrap a white Pashmina, a real Pashmina, shawl round her shoulders got in the back of the car with an ease born of practice. I followed her.

The production was good, and I probably would have enjoyed it anyway but it was enhanced by this beautiful woman sitting at my side. We were sitting at the front of the stalls, the best seats in the house, thanks to Aubrey. My usual place was towards the rear of the circle, the price plan was better there for my budget. The driver and limousine was waiting for us right outside the front doors, ignoring the black cab drivers who felt they had been ousted from their rightful place. Eve didn't seem at all surprised at this; it was obviously something she was used to. We hadn't talked too much in the theatre, but once in the car she bubbled with the excitement of it all. The music, the dancing and the occasion had all melded together to provide an enchanting evening. We arrived back at her house.

"Will you come in for coffee or a drink, John?" I was a little uncertain. But deciding that as I was doing Aubrey a favour, escorting Eve was a favour? It would not be inappropriate to go in for a coffee.

"A coffee would be good, thank you Eve." I left just after eleven-thirty with a chaste peck on the cheek from Eve.

On Monday I sat at my desk and leafed through the Fenestra monthly journal. Funnily there was no mention of a seminar that weekend. I shrugged my shoulders and put it aside. Eve may have misheard. Life returned to its usual humdrum, of paperwork, problems, and Aubrey's put-downs. The Ballet had been enjoyable, but in my mind I understood that it was a one-off. A fleeting glimpse of the good life with a beautiful woman at your side. My work carried on as usual, the highlights being occasional trips to Concerts. I went to the Symphony Hall one evening. It was a programme of John Barry's music. Some classical bigots maintain that music written for the movies cannot be described as proper Classical music. I differ. Just listen to his haunting, evocative themes for 'Dances with Wolves' or 'Midnight Cowboy' and you will change your mind. Music is only classical because of it's timeless appeal, Barry's music has that in spades. As I sat there allowing the music to transport me, a thought crept insidiously into my head. Eve Chatsworth would have loved this!

Three months later Eve phoned again. 

"John, Aubrey has another sales seminar next weekend. I just wondered if there was a concert happening that Saturday, and if so would you be prepared to escort me once more. It would be my treat of course." Under normal circumstances I would have jumped at the opportunity. Normal would mean that Eve was not married to anyone let alone Aubrey. Much as her company, in a platonic sense, had been delightful, I could not see Aubrey viewing a second outing with quite the same equanimity. 

"Eve." I started slowly not knowing quite how to put this. "I can look up to see if there are any concerts for you. My escorting you though, may be seen as inappropriate. I doubt that Aubrey would take it well."

"Nonsense, John. I shall tell Aubrey about it, he will be fine."

"Would that be before or after the event, Eve?"

"I will speak to him tonight. That is if you can find something."

"Well, there is a concert. I had intended to go. It will be light orchestral, with some choral. It's at Atcham Park near Shrewsbury."

"I didn't know there was a concert hall there."

"There isn't. Its in the park, the usual thing is to take ground sheets or boat chairs, and a picnic. It starts at four in the afternoon. If the weather is good it can be very pleasant."

"It sounds lovely. If I talk to Aubrey tonight, will you book for me as well?"

"I would be delighted."

"Thank you John. I am looking forward to it."

I wondered if Eve knew what I knew. There was no Fenestra seminar that weekend. I had the bloody monthly journal open on my desk. What the hell was Aubrey doing? With that thought I checked back to the weekend of the Ballet just to confirm that I had read it properly before. Again there was nothing in the journal about any function that weekend. Aubrey was up to something, but this knowledge would have to remain with me.

The following morning the man himself came into my office. I expected his usual rant, but no. He was sweetness and light.




Double Glazing



"John. My wife has told me about her plans for next weekend. Thank you for standing in again. I think that stuff is rubbish, but she loves it. I understand you are going to Atcham. You had better take the Jag. I won't be using it. I doubt that my wife would be comfortable in that Ford of yours." He managed to make the word 'Ford' sound like a profanity. I was speechless for a moment.

"Eh......Yes. Well no trouble, Aubrey."

"Good. Oh and John, let me know what the ticket price is. I'll cover that." He left, seemingly as embarrassed as I, leaving a vacuum of unanswered questions. One of them was why he never called her Eve, always 'my wife'.

In the afternoon, Eve phoned.

"Have you seen Aubrey?" The question was posed immediately after saying hello to me.

"I have indeed. I was somewhat surprised as well." She gave a soft laugh down the phone.

"Are we going?"

"I was offered the Jag, to go in. I can't pass that up, can I?"

"No, I suppose not." She sounded a little disappointed. I realised that that wasn't the thing to say, to imply that the Jag was more important than her company. I quickly added.

"But that fades into insignificance compared to the company I shall have." I heard her chuckle.

"Great recovery! You got out of that well. Can you get tickets for us?"

"That's no problem. It's in the meadow, so no seats to book. We can pay at the gate."

"You said that people take a picnic, is that right?"

"Yes, they do. There is usually a break for about an hour round about six. That's when the hampers come out."

"Right. I shall prepare the picnic. Oh, and John."

"Yes?"

"I am happy to go in your car if you wish. Aubrey thinks that we should go in style; it shows that he can afford it. I don't have those pretensions."

"We'll go in my car then. To be honest I would have nightmares if I were to get his precious Jag scratched."

I had some thinking to do. How had Eve coerced Aubrey into agreeing with this? It was puzzling, first her conviction that when she talked to him, he would agree, and secondly his attitude when he saw me in the office. There seemed to be guilt there, guilt and embarrassment. Suddenly a light clicked on in my head. Of course, he would know that I understood his excuse for the weekend was rubbish. The journal was on my desk, the latest edition was always there, with the reading list for it on a post-it note. But what did Eve know that had made him so amenable? I knew not, and probably never would. It did promise me a convivial day at the concert with Eve; I did not consider for even a moment that Eve had any interest in me. I was just a convenient escort, sharing our enjoyment of classical music.

Eve phoned me twice over the next few days. First of all to ask what she should wear. I advised her to be casual.

"It is a meadow, and I doubt that heels would be practical, flats and slacks, oh and bring a warm sweater, it could get cool later. I will take a couple of boat chairs from the showroom, so we won't have to sit on the grass." The second time she called was to ask me if I had any food allergies. Not to my knowledge.

"I have eaten so many take-away curries over the years that I suspect my stomach has become inured to most foods, and also some very strange ingredients." Eve laughed brightly.

"Well you're not getting a curry. The menu will be Pate and French Toast, cold chicken and salad, and some strawberries with cream. Oh and wine."

"Sounds delightful. I am hungry already."

"And I am hungry for culture." Eve replied. "John, I am so looking forward to this, a concert! I haven't been to one in years."

I arranged to pick her up at one o' clock that Saturday. It would take us about an hour to get to Atcham Park, we would have to queue to get in, then park and find somewhere to settle, so a margin of time before the concert started at four would be useful.

*

Chapter Three

Eve was waiting for me when I arrived at her home. It was a very different woman to the one I had seen before. The gold chain was there, over a check shirt, and she was wearing jeans. You can tell with jeans, good brands fit well; cheap ones look as if they are a sum of parts not actually related. Eve's jeans were more than good, I doubt if there was much change out of four hundred quid for them. Her lips were glossed with just a little lipstick; apart from that her face was bare of make-up. Her sunglasses were parked up in her dark brown hair. She looked younger without the make-up. Eve asked me to come in and carry the hamper to the car. Yes! A Hamper and it was heavy. My mind marvelled with anticipation of delicious things. Eve, though delicious, was not included in my mind's menu.

Once on our way, Eve became chatty.

"I had to sneak these jeans in without Aubrey seeing them. He would have a fit if he saw me wearing them."

"Why? You look damned good in them."

"Thank you, John." There was pleasure in her voice. "Aubrey thinks that Jeans are down-market, and therefore no wife of his should wear them." I made no reply to that, and it seemed that Eve didn't expect one, as she carried on. "I am really looking forward to the concert; do you know what they will be playing?"

"Yes, I had a look at the flyer they sent. There's 'Morning' and 'Solveig's song' from Peer Gynt, Tchaikovsky's overture to 'Romeo and Juliet' and 'After the Storm' from Beethoven's Pastoral. I hope that isn't prophetic. Then after the break it's all rousing stuff, 'Jerusalem', 'Pomp and Circumstance' we get to sing along. There's more, but I can't remember exactly what."

"So you sing as well?" I grinned.

"I mouth the words. My singing voice is somewhere between Lee Marvin and Harpo Marx."

"Wasn't Harpo the one that never said a word?"

"Exactly, that's advice that should apply to my singing." Eve was grinning.

"You haven't heard me sing yet."

"I doubt that one false note could come from someone as lovely."

"The day is complete already. You have paid me two lovely compliments, more than I have had in years. Every girl should keep a literary man in tow." She sighed. 

The next question was the one that women will ask of any single man.

"Do you have a girlfriend, or significant other?" I smiled a little at the expression significant other. I was well aware of the rumour sometimes circulating around Sunrooms, that I may be gay. No reason apart from my being thirty-one and single. Then of course there was my liking for the arts. Why is it that an appreciation of music and literature inevitably leads to rumours of homosexuality? Aubrey I am certain was the root of most of this gossip.

"At the moment I am between girlfriends, and no significant other." Eve was smiling.

"I thought you would pick up on that wording. Aubrey thinks you're gay, probably one of the reasons why he was not unhappy with you escorting me to the ballet and today. I didn't tell him you're not."

"Oh! And how do you come to that conclusion?" Eve was grinning.

"Women know." I could not see her face, I was driving, but I could hear the inflexion in her voice. "You looked me in the eye, and your eyes opened wider, which means you liked me. And, even though you did it on the sly, you looked at my breasts as well, more than once. Gay men don't tend to do that. I was rather flattered, as you seemed to like what you saw. It made me feel desirable again. I liked that."

What did she mean by that? Made her feel desirable again. For me the conversation was getting too personal. I cleared my throat, which for some unaccountable reason had got dry.

"Did Aubrey get off alright?"

"I would imagine that my husband is getting off as we speak." She replied bitterly. I could say little at that point. I understood the slang expression, yet hearing it from Eve's lips was quite a shock. My silence spoke more than words could. Eve broke the silence.

"Oh come on John. You know as well as I that there is no Fenestra seminar this weekend." I prevaricated.

"Well, no official one."

"John. Don't be kind to Aubrey. I can assure you that under the same circumstances he would happily drop you right in it. Besides I am fairly sure what my husband is doing this weekend, and next week I shall know for certain."

"What do you think is happening?"

"I am not going to say until I have the proof. If it is as I think, then I will go to my solicitor and start divorce proceedings. Please keep that confidential, John. I won't tell what he's doing as you have to work with him. That wouldn't be fair on you."

Eve was full of surprises. In the space of ten minutes she had put a full stop to the conversation twice. It was also good to know that the Golden Boy was possibly tarnished. I cleared my throat.

"To be truthful I was admiring the gold chain necklace." Eve picked up that I was referring to her comment about my wandering eyes and started to giggle, which was very infectious. I caught the bug and chuckled as well. Eventually she was able to say.

"Liar!" Then she giggled again. "But I didn't mind you looking." We were now on the motorway, North West of Wolverhampton, so I was able to relax my driving a little.

"Why didn't you go to University?" Eve asked. "I would have thought that with your interests that would be a certainty for you." 

"I had the offer of a place at Durham. But my mother died, and dad was in a bad way. I couldn't go and leave him, so put my plans on hold. Then the job with Sunrooms came up. Dad was keen that I took the job and eventually that relegated the university idea into the background."

"Why did your dad push you to take the job?" 

"He and Bob Sellick had been friends for years. He saw the job as more useful than getting a degree in English Literature, and becoming a teacher."

"Ah! That explains things." I took a sideways glance at her.

"Explains what?"

"Aubrey has always been disparaging about you, but I always felt there was something there that prevented him making your life a total misery. That you have a personal connection with Mr. Sellick explains that."

"My dad does, but I don't think that I have that connection."

"It doesn't matter if you do or don't. What does matter is that my husband believes it. He refers to you as Birch, or that man, you know. It's his way of telling people that you are unimportant."

"Yes I know. He speaks of you in a similar fashion. He always refers to you as 'my wife'. He never uses your name. I don't like that, as it objectifies you."

"Well that is what I am to him, an object!" Again, Eve made one of those statements that stop you in your tracks. Luckily she went on to explain. "Have you ever seen Aubrey's watch? Not the wrist watch, but the fob watch he wears with a waistcoat."

"You mean the Gold Half-Hunter?"

"Exactly! He flourishes it frequently as he wants everyone to know he has it, an antique Gold Half-Hunter! Well I am like that. I am that decorative vase you have on the shelf, it is just for looking at, and it has no use. That's me, an elegant ornament for his arm. He insists I dress as you saw me when you came round, so that I always look my best. That flatters him, not me. I am happier dressed like this. We have that big house, five bedrooms and three bathrooms, yet there is only the two of us. We have a lady in to clean, and a man to care for the garden, we mostly eat out, so I have little to do, I am just the pretty doll, waiting in the corner for its owner to pick up and play with. That's my life." Eve had pulled her sunglasses down during this speech, but I had seen the glint of a tear in her eye before she did that.

There was nothing to say. Everything she had said matched Aubrey's character exactly. His insistence that everyone should understand his success and the exhibition of his success, the public show-casing was very important to him. I put my hand over hers, and she covered mine with her left hand.

"Thank you. I am sorry about that outburst. Those thoughts have been going round in my head for months, no years. And I have never been able to let them out. Why I did with you, I don't know, except perhaps that I knew you would understand."

"I think I can understand."

"Yes. You would, After all we are both victims of Aubrey, each in our own way." She lifted her sunglasses and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "I must look a sight now." She reached for her handbag.

"Yes." I said. "You do look a sight, a sight for sore eyes." Eve immediately laughed.

"Don't you mean a sight with sore eyes?" She examined her face in the mirror on the reverse of the sunshade. "It's a good job I didn't put mascara on this morning." She turned in her seat and watched me drive. I could sense a question being formed.

"Why do I feel so comfortable with you? John." I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Possibly because I don't challenge you to be something you're not. We are acquaintances, I have no design upon you, and you have none on me. We can just be ourselves."

"Well you're certainly getting to see the real me." I could feel her demeanour change. "How much further is it?"

"We'll be about another twenty minutes."

*

Chapter four

I parked the car as close to the meadow as possible, and we carried the hamper between us. In my other hand I had the two boat chairs. They had carrying cases which unzipped completely to make a waterproof ground sheet, they were as light as modern manufacture could make them, but even so I was happy when we found a spot, with a good view of the stage, that had been erected in a natural shallow bowl in the parkland. 

Having set up our chairs, we placed the hamper between us. Eve immediately offered me a choice of coffee, or wine. 

"A glass of wine will go down well." She opened the hamper and I saw straight away why it was so heavy. Whilst appearing to be a normal wicker hamper, inside it was fully lined with insulating material. The top had small legs attached so that when opened fully it could act as a table. Very clever! "That's neat." I commented. Eve grinned.

"You know Aubrey. He has to have the best, even if he never uses it." I wondered if there was an innuendo there. She pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay, handing it to me. "Would you open this while I find the glasses?" The bottle was nicely cool, and had a screw top, I had opened it just as Eve handed me a cork pull. She looked at me with the open bottle and the cork screw in her hand.

"Oh!" 

"It was a screw top." I explained. She looked perplexed, and then giggled.

"Aubrey would never, ever open a bottle of wine with a screw top. That wouldn't have class." I laughed with her.

"Well I'm downmarket. All the wine I drink comes from supermarkets, and has screw tops. Have you got the glasses?" Eve delved into the hamper and came up with two large goblets. She held them out and I poured. We raised our glasses. Eve looked curiously at me.

"No toast?"

"Well funnily enough, Shakespeare didn't cover the topic of drinking too well, so how about? To music and the company of good friends." 

"That sounds right." Eve agreed with me and we drank.

"Nice wine." I commented.

"Thank you. I chose it myself. Not from Aubrey's cellar, but from the local shop."

"Your choice is impeccable."

The first half of the concert was thoroughly enjoyable, especially as when I glanced across at Eve, she was sitting spellbound the excitement plain on her face. Live music does tend to do that. When you see someone enjoying the spectacle as much as Eve was, it is contagious. It made me sad to think that she had been denied this pleasure for so long, and happy that I was the one who had facilitated her reunion with live music. At the finale to the first half she clapped so hard and so enthusiastically I was sure her hands would sting for minutes.

The hamper was opened and we set to the repast eagerly. With a mouthful of pate and salad I asked.

"So what do you think?" Eve's eyes sparkled.

"It was magic." Looking at me she continued. "I haven't enjoyed myself so much in years. I am listening to live music, in this lovely setting and with a truly gallant gentleman as company. What more could a girl wish for? I hope you are enjoying it as much as I, John?"

"Oh yes. But I doubt that I can match your delight. Your face gave you away. 'O! She doth teach the torches to burn bright'" I grinned at her bemused expression.

"Don't tell me." Eve smiled as she searched her memory for the source of the quotation. "I am sure I have heard it before, but can't place it." I opened my mouth. "No. Let me think." I returned to the pate and salad. "Ok, I give up. Where does it come from?"

"Romeo and Juliet."

"Of course. I should have remembered." She looked coyly in my direction. "That was another nice compliment. You could seduce a girl with those words you know." I had little to say.

In the second half the music took on a different air, stirring with marches like 'Liberty Bell' by Sousa, and everyone clapping along with the rousing refrain. Then towards the end we had 'Jerusalem' and 'Pomp and Circumstance No. 1'. It is a tradition that the words by Benson, 'Land of Hope and Glory', are only sung on the repetition of the melody, when the audience stand to sing. It was quite a sight on that summer evening when probably five thousand people rose as one and sang those words. Eve, emotional tears running down her cheeks, and I stood and sang along with them. The evening concert came to an end and the applause for the Conductor and orchestra, carried long after the Conductor had left his rostrum. To cheers he returned and picked up his baton again. I had no doubt that the encore was arranged well beforehand, as the orchestra easily went through the opening bars of 'Jupiter' from the Planet Suite. It has to be one of my favourite pieces. The combination of Holst's music and the lyric poem by Cecil Spring-Rice was haunting, and the audience was again on its feet to sing 'I vow to Thee My Country' a poignantly beautiful and most heartfelt of hymns. Surely this or 'Land of Hope and Glory' would be perfect anthems for this country, rather than the dirge we have. I have often envied the Americans their anthem, they have a pride in standing with the hands over their hearts to sing 'The Star Spangled Banner', whereas we in this country can only drone through ours looking to end it as soon as possible. The difference is that the American anthem is about an ideal, as is the French 'La Marseillaise'. Our anthem is to a person, when really it should be to our country and an ideal.

Unwillingly, and with sadness we packed the hamper and folded the chairs. As if by design a Church bell from the village which was a mile away started to toll. Grey's Elegy came to mind, and I recited "The Curfew tolls the knell of Passing day." Eve had the same thought and carried on with the second line, "The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea," I smiled and together we finished the first stanza, "The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me." Eve came and hugged me.

"Thank you, thank you for a magical day." Eve didn't relax the hug.

"Believe me, there was just as much pleasure for me." I replied, my arms went around her and went on without thinking. "A lovely summer's day, wonderful music, and a lady who's beauty surpassed both." My interest in Literature will get me into trouble one day. The look on Eve's face!

"John. I have never been complimented so much, and with such lovely words. But you must stop. I could get so used to it, and that would be bad for me." At that moment we looked into each other's eyes. The hug had become an embrace, Eve's eyes asked a question and mine answered. This was an epiphany moment. That fraction in time when you realised that your life was never going to be the same again.

We took our time packing the car; there was little point in hurrying as the queue of cars leaving was stationary. Sitting in the car patiently gave us an opportunity to recall the highlights of the music. We eventually left Atcham Park having sat for almost an hour waiting for the traffic to ease. I was tired, but it was a good tiredness. We had said little since that moment of the embrace. Eve suddenly broke the silence




Double Glazing



"The fitting end to this day would be for you to take me back to your flat and make Love to me." Eve had been doing that all day, making comments that stopped my thoughts completely, and froze my tongue. I just didn't know how to reply to that. Eve waited. She understood my temporary speech impediment, her smile revealed her mischievous intentions.

"Eve. Nothing in this world could compare with that pleasure. But..." She finished my words.

"I am married, you were going to say."

"Yes."

"I knew that would be your answer. We cannot have the fitting end to the day. You wouldn't countenance that, and I wouldn't allow that either. You are quite easy to read at times, John. You couldn't be part of an adulterous affair, I doubt that you could lie well enough. Nor could I. But I may not be married in a few months time." She hesitated. "John. I don't know how to pose this question, but would it be possible, if that happens, for us to see each other, become friends, perhaps more than friends?" I was stunned. Eve! This lovely woman, way out of my class was suggesting that we could be friends, perhaps lovers? Was I going to refuse? No way!

"We are friends already, Eve. If that happens, and only if, yes we could and if you wished it, I would be honoured and delighted to be your lover. We could go to concerts together, Stratford for the plays."

"Ballet?" She asked.

"Yes. The ballet as well. But why are you so certain that your marriage to Aubrey is going to end?" Eve was thoughtful. When she straightened her shoulders I knew she had made some decision.

"I will not tell you exactly what is going on; after all you have to work with Aubrey. All I will say is that he is cheating on me and I believe it has been going on for months, possibly years."

"Ah!"

"I have had a private detective follow him for some time. If she gets the evidence I need, then I shall see my solicitor." She grinned. "My solicitor is very good. My father was a solicitor, until he retired, and he recommended that I see Mr. Gaunt."

"So will you take Aubrey to the cleaners?"

"No. I shouldn't have married him in the first place. It has never been a proper marriage. We have separate bedrooms you know, he hasn't wanted me as a woman for years." The car swerved a little when I heard that. I couldn't believe it. Married to someone as lovely as Eve, and not sleep with her? Eve continued. "I just want sufficient money to buy a flat, and then support myself. I used to be a legal secretary, and I am sure I can get work again."

"Aubrey made you stop working?"

"Yes and no. He didn't want his wife working, it would reflect badly on him. It was important to him that he supported me, and was seen to support me. I acquiesced." She paused. "John, don't get the idea that this has anything to do with you. I had already made up my mind to divorce Aubrey, and I was not looking for a replacement. I just know that I am so comfortable with you; I think we could be good friends. You actually talk with me, not at me. In many ways it was serendipity that you called that day." We drove on, coming off the motorway at Great Barr. As we neared Little Aston, Eve asked me to stop the car. I drove into a lay by and switched off the engine.

"Would you kiss me please, John?" I leaned across and kissed her cheek.

"Not like that, properly." Our faces drew closer until our lips met. She opened her mouth, and licked my lips with her tongue, my lips parted and her tongue slipped into my mouth. This was heaven! How long did we kiss? I have no idea. Eventually Eve pulled back, our lips lingered sticking gently before parting. I was breathing faster than usual, and from her heaving breast, Eve would appear to be as well.

"When I was in your arms, I had this feeling that it was an important moment. Your kiss sent tingles down my spine. I am sorry, John but I'm afraid that I am going to seduce you one day. Not now, not in the immediate future, but one day we will kiss like that again, naked in bed." I nodded. The kiss had told me as much as it told Eve.

"If and when you're single again. You won't have to seduce me; I shall eagerly await my Mistress for her pleasure."

"John, take me home before I forget myself."

*

Chapter Five

We had no contact at all over the next few weeks. I had no idea what had happened, but I got a clue from Aubrey's behaviour three weeks after the concert. He was not the usual loud, overbearing bully of before. His face was ashen, and he had many conferences with Bob Sellick. He didn't seem to be working as much, or if he was it was not with his usual success, as the number of orders he put in fell dramatically. It didn't take too much intelligence to understand that he had indeed been found out, and was in receipt of bad news. Whether that was a threat to divorce or the actual papers, I knew not. That was confirmed to me in an attack from Aubrey. He came into my office and I could tell he was viciously angry.

"You Bastard! You evil little shit. You must have told my wife that there was no seminar that weekend. You have been envious of me for years and saw your chance to get back at me. Well it won't do you any good. I am seeing Bob Sellick later and I am going to get you sacked!" I didn't say anything. He wouldn't hear my denials anyway, and arguing the case may lead to Eve's prior knowledge being revealed. I was also certain that Bob would not sack me. This was a private matter. I was uncertain though when Bob asked me to come to his office the next day.

He looked up when I entered his office.

"Ah, John. Take a seat, will you?" He placed the papers he was reading in a neat pile on his desk. Without preamble he went on. "Aubrey has been to see me, asking for your dismissal. According to him you let slip privileged information about his whereabouts to an unauthorised person." I almost laughed. This was Aubrey at his most pompous.

"No, Bob. Aubrey accused me of telling his wife that the Fenestra seminar he claimed to be attending one weekend was not scheduled. The seminar wasn't in the calendar, but even so I didn't mention that fact to his wife." Bob looked puzzled.

"His wife?"

"Yes. The weekend he was away at this so-called seminar, Mrs. Chatsworth and I went to a concert at Atcham Park. Aubrey was aware of it, and had given his permission for Mrs. Chatsworth to go."

"You are saying that the unauthorised person he was talking about was his wife?" His voice had gone up an octave. I nodded.

"I assume that's who he meant."

"The man's lost his marbles!" Bob was shaking his head sadly. Then he picked up on something. "How did you know he had claimed to be at a Fenestra meeting? He didn't tell me."

"Mrs. Chatsworth mentioned it, when she asked if we could go to a concert. That's why she talked to Aubrey to get his agreement to our going."

"But you didn't tell her the Fenestra thing was bogus?"

"No." Bob was getting angry, knowing he had been duped by Aubrey with his fanciful tale.

"Thank you, John. I shall have another word with Aubrey when he is next in the office. Oh, and by the way. It was never my intention to sack you, whatever Aubrey may have said. We don't get rid of the engineer, just because the first mate's gone crazy." I got up to leave.

"Thank you, Bob." Just as I got to the door, he looked up.

"John. By the way, do you know where Aubrey was that weekend?"

"I have no idea, Bob."

You really had to admire the gall of the bloke. You could say that the offence, of which he accused me, would have been technically correct, if I had indeed told Eve. But using that technicality when the unauthorised person was his wife was either a dazzling spur of the moment idea, or completely stupid. Perhaps the situation in which Aubrey found himself had unhinged him, and his supposed grounds for my dismissal had rebounded on him.

I really could have found amusement from this situation. My Bete Noir was being brought down. But I didn't find pleasure in that. My world was crashing as well. 

I had been a late surprise for my parents, Mum was in her mid forties, and dad in his fifties when I unexpectedly made my entrance. They had given up on the idea of being parents. Mum's death had resulted in my not going to University, and now it was obvious that Dad was not going to be around for much longer. A series of strokes had left him immobile. He was in a Nursing Home and getting the best of care. I would see him every day after work, and Bob would also go and see him during the day. It was no surprise when the Home's manager phoned me and suggested I come and see dad that day. They doubted he would last until the evening. I told Bob who instructed me to forget everything and go see dad.

I was there within the hour, but too late. Dad had passed away ten minutes before I got there. I sat with him, memories fighting each other for position at the front of my mind. It was strange really. He had been too old for us to be friends. He didn't understand my culture and I his. His values I imbibed, but his priorities were completely different to mine. To him a good solid job was better than wasting three years at University. Some would hold a grudge, but I didn't, he was my dad, and advising me as best he could. Bob arrived a little later and joined me in vigil. He seemed more upset than I, but then they had been friends for almost seventy years.

The funeral was surprising. Bob had written to all the staff and offered the afternoon off work. Those who wished to attend were welcome but it wasn't mandatory. The Church was packed with fellow workers who all expressed sympathy for my loss. Aubrey wasn't there, but Eve was. She kept a low profile, not wishing to draw attention to our acquaintance. After the interment I was thanking everyone individually for their being there, when suddenly Eve was in front of me. She had waited until almost the last. Black does become a woman, and for Eve it truly set her beauty in a class of its own.

"John, I am so sorry for your loss. I would love to hold you tight and comfort you, but tongues would wag. My thoughts will hold you in my arms tonight." I shook her proffered hand.

"Thank you, Eve." I looked to see if anyone was too close. "I'll hold you as well tonight." The merest smile touched her lips, and she mouthed.

"Good. I'll call you soon."

Bob had insisted that I took a week off. Apart from the visit to a solicitor to start getting my dad's affairs in order, I had little to do. I wasn't ready to go to his house and start the emotional process of clearing his clothes and personal items. It would have to be done to sell the place, but only when I was ready to face it. It did occur to me that I could just move in, and sell my flat. The Will had me inherit everything, and dad's house was nearer work than the flat. I went back to work early, as at least it would occupy my mind. Bob was surprised to see me, until I explained.

"Yes, I can understand that, John. But if there is anything that needs to be done, just go and do it. Let me know if there is anything I can do, anything! I shall miss your Dad. He was a really good friend to me."

"Bob, I was surprised that so many members of the staff came to the funeral. They didn't know dad."

"John. They came for you. You don't seem to realise how well thought of you are around here."

I was in my office a little later that week when Andrew Sellick came in. Andy was Bob's son, and whilst not working in the business was often around. We got on well, which was just as well considering the bombshell which awaited me.

"John, will you come into Dad's office with me. He wants to sort some admin problems."

"Yes. No problem Andy, will five minutes be ok? I have to get this schedule finished."

When I joined them I was surprised to see the company solicitor, Brian Mills there. Bob smiled and invited me to take a seat.

"John. Your dad's death, reminded me that I am the same age as him, so I decided it was time to retire. Andrew will be taking over from me..." He paused. "And you, if you wish will be in partnership with him." I sat there with my mouth agape. Eventually I managed some words.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" Bob grinned.

"I said you will be in partnership with Andy. Who else could run this business? I once told you that you were the engineer. You sit in that office and you have your finger on everything that is done. The business couldn't work without you, and there is another factor that has to be taken into account." He turned to the solicitor. "Would you explain to John?" Brian nodded.

"John, over the years your father had made various loans available to Mr. Sellick and his company. They were personal loans and no collateral was asked for nor pledged. Mr. Sellick kept a full accounting of these monies, and interest was paid, but no capital repaid. He has asked that in lieu of the capital repayment, shares from his personal holding should be issued to you, giving you a forty-five percent interest in the business. You may accept or decline that course of action. If you decline, the capital will be repaid to you over a period of fifteen years, with ongoing interest based upon the ruling bank rate of the time. I have a legal agreement here for you to read, I would advise you to let your own solicitor go through it with you. Sign it only if you are happy with the agreement." My mind was blank. My dad had lived frugally, where did he get the money to make these loans? Or was it because he made the loans that he had to live the way he did? Eventually I was able to make my brain work. I turned to Andy.

"Andy. How does this sit with you, it will affect you as much as me if I agree?"

"Not a problem for me John. As dad said you are the powerhouse behind the business. I haven't been too involved with it, my veterinary business takes most of my time, and I would much rather you ran it, than have to find someone else to run Sunrooms. Dad trusts you, why should I differ?" I needed time to think, and took the agreement to show my solicitor. I had just returned to my office when Andy joined me.

"John, I want to emphasise that not only do I have no objections to dad's plan, I positively endorse it. We have known each other long enough for you to know I have no real interest in the business. I am much happier ministering to sick animals. I am not your problem. If you decide to accept this offer, Aubrey will be your problem. He won't take lightly your becoming his boss overnight." I had already given that thought. It may not be as much a problem as Andy envisaged. I had inkling that Aubrey would resign his agency anyway.

"I appreciate your assurance, Andy. I have to think about this for a while. Give me a couple of days, and I'll let you know my decision."

*

Chapter Six

As if on cue, Eve phoned me later that afternoon. She phoned after office hours, when the lines were put through to my desk. It was good to hear from her.

"John I need to see you. It's all happening, but I need someone to talk to. It's not about making decisions just someone who will listen while I get it all off my chest. Would you do that for me, just listen and give me strength?"

"Of course I will, Eve. Where would you like to meet?"

"Can I come to your flat? I will probably do a lot of weeping so I don't want to be anywhere that's public. Would that be alright with you?"

"Will you want anything to eat?"

"You're not going to suggest a take-away curry, are you?"

"No, I was thinking something light, like poached egg on toast."

"That will be perfect. I'll see you about seven, if that's ok."

"That's good for me, the address is..." Eve interrupted.

"I know where you are. See you at seven."

Promptly at seven the door bell rang. It was a different Eve that stood there. The chic, the confidence had gone. In place of the glamour there was a woman, still beautiful, but with an aura of wretchedness, and tension. I opened my arms and Eve rushed straight in to be held close. This was not desire, nor any vestige of lust; it was comfort of one to the other. I kicked the door closed with my heel all the time maintaining the hold I had around Eve. I felt her relax a little and a small sob seem to squeeze out of her. The grip she had relaxed and she leant back a little, lifting her face she wordlessly asked for a kiss. As with the hug, it wasn't a kiss of desire it was simply a kiss re-affirming our contact.

We moved down the small vestibule and into the living room. Funnily no words had been spoken since I opened the door. She sat down and exhaled, like a punctured balloon. She smiled at me.

"John, you don't know how many times I have wanted to phone you, or even jump in the car and drive here to see you."

"You should have." She shook her head.

"No, I couldn't. If Aubrey had found out he would have found some way of involving you in this messy business. As it is he has now signed the papers and we should get the Decree Nisi within the next three weeks. Six months after that I can apply for Decree Absolute."

"Do you want to talk about it?" She did.

"Yes, John. I want to get it out of my system, but could I beg a cup of tea first? I'm parched." Eve followed me into the kitchen. It had no more room than for one person to turn round in and open overhead cupboard doors without having to duck, so she hovered in the doorway as I boiled the kettle and put the cups on a tray.

"The private detective did well, she got incontrovertible proof of what he had been up to, and when Mr. Gaunt, the solicitor, saw it he offered the opinion that it should be a simple divorce. I moved out before Aubrey got the papers." The tea was made and I picked up the tray.

"Shall we go and sit down?" I followed Eve back into the living room, and pulled up a small table for the tray. Eve took her cup and held it in both hands.

"It was horrible, John. What he was doing. Horrible! I had never thought that he could be like that. He denied it all at first, and then when Mr. Gaunt wrote to him with some of the detail, he gave up and signed. I was surprised he gave in so easily, but as I wasn't asking for anything, apart from my clothes and the jewellery he bought me, he decided not to bother. Mr. Gaunt suggested that if Aubrey contested the divorce it would have to go to Court, and Aubrey would not want the publicity, it would reflect badly on him. He advised me to claim a lot of the capital in the house, but that would have delayed the divorce so I told him not to do that. I went to a hotel at first, and then found a little flat to rent. I have been looking for a job; there are one or two possibilities, so hopefully I shall have an income soon. I would think that by now Aubrey has cancelled all the credit cards, but I couldn't spend his money, could I?" It was all tumbling out without order, yet it served for Eve to get this out, even if it was some kind of verbal diarrhoea.

"How are you managing? I can help if you like." She shook her head.

"No, I'm alright. I kept all the jewellery. Now Aubrey has signed, I shall sell it, a little at a time. I shall never wear any of it again."

"Do you want to tell me what he was doing? Don't if it upsets you." She thought and then said.

"No. That wouldn't be fair. You have to work with him. You would lose respect for him if you knew. Let's just leave it that he was cheating."

"I don't have much respect for him anyway. He tried to get me sacked." 

"What?" 

"I'll tell you later, go on with what you were saying." Eve thought again, she straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath.

"He goes to a house on the south side of Birmingham, the woman is a Dominatrix, and Aubrey allows her to beat him with canes and whips. I understand that he, sometimes, gets to beat another woman and have sex with her." My mouth dropped open. I would count Aubrey as capable of many things, but that?




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"You have the evidence?" Eve nodded.

"Yes, all the details, and she even managed to get some photographs. It has been going on for a couple of years, but I only got suspicious six months ago. That's when I employed the detective. My solicitor said it was important to establish if it was a regular arrangement. He's been going off every six weeks for two years. I assume that many of those trips were to see this woman." She sobbed. "I should have known that his going to all these seminars was a lie." Wiping her eyes she observed sadly. "No wonder he wouldn't come to bed with me. I may have noticed the bruises."

I went and started making some toast and poached eggs, needing time to digest that shock. I had already chopped some Rocket salad, and made a light dressing for it and with the dressed salad on top of the toast, and the poached egg placed on top of the salad it made an appetising sight and light meal. Eve ate hungrily. The conversation was light, until we finished eating and I had made more tea.

"You said Aubrey tried to get you sacked?"

"Yes," I replied, "for divulging his whereabouts to an unauthorised person."

"Who was that?"

"You!"

"Me?"

"Yes. I was accused of telling you that Aubrey was not at a Fenestra seminar that weekend of Atcham. Only Aubrey didn't inform Bob that you were the unauthorised person." She laughed at this.

"So a wife is unauthorised to know if her husband is cheating. He has a bloody nerve. I am glad I told you now."

"Well I may not be working with him too much longer." I suggested. Eve looked at me sharply.

"Why? What's happened?" I explained Bob Sellick's decision, and how it affected me.

"Why would he do that?" Eve was puzzled.

"Because my dad made loans to him in the early days when Bob was starting the business. Dad never said anything to me, but Bob didn't forget, and has decided that he would rather I run the business than anyone else. His son Andrew is more than happy to leave it on my shoulders, he's a Veterinary Surgeon, and he doesn't want to get too involved. So when Aubrey finds out that I am in effect his boss, I suspect he will leave." Eve was looking at me with a questioning face.

"And if you and I get together, he will jump to the conclusion that it has all been a plot against him. Perhaps we should forget about us. Aubrey can be very vindictive you know." Later I wished I had listened more carefully.

"No! Rather than that I will refuse the partnership. I can, you know." 

"You would give up that opportunity for me?"

"Gold or glister, I'll take gold." Eve's eyes glittered.

"You are a lovely man, John. I cannot think of another man who would forgo the chance of a lifetime for a woman's sake. But you can't do that. I won't let you. We must think of a way around it. Is Aubrey so important to Sunrooms?"

"Yes and no. He brings in more business than any of our other agents, but at the same time the profit on his jobs is lower."

"Why?"

"He gives too much away."

"Oh."

I had been thinking about this since my talk with Andy. A glimmer of an idea came to me. The investment my dad had made was secret. So there was no reason for the partnership details to be general knowledge. If, as Bob had inferred, that I ran the business anyway from my office, there was no reason to change the perceived status. If the other employees didn't know, and just assumed that Andy had taken over, then Aubrey wouldn't know either. It would piss him off that he didn't have the same access to Andy, as he had to Bob, but he would have to get used to that. I explained my thinking to Eve.

"Do you think that will work?"

"Possibly. It is a private company, and there is no need to divulge the actual owners except on Company House returns, if nothing is seen to be changed except Bob's retirement. Then I think it could work. I will have to get Andy's agreement, but I doubt that will be a problem. He doesn't think much of Aubrey anyway."

"It's funny really." Eve mused. "No one has much time for him, yet Aubrey seems to have an influence on all our decisions." 

"I've noticed." I added wryly.

It was time for Eve to go. I was seeing her to the door, when she turned and pulled me to her. We kissed, her mouth opened and tongues duelled for possession of the other's mouth. As she drew back she watched my face for an indication of my feelings. Used as I was to hiding my feelings I had to put into words that which my face could not show.

"Eve, you mean so much to me. My life will never be the same now, and wherever it goes, I want you there, with me." The right quotation from Shakespeare came to me. "I would not wish any companion in the world but you." She smiled. 

"Yes John, I will be there, and you are the companion that I need. I don't understand how this has happened, but I know that with you I can be a real person. That's a good feeling. Let's get this over with, and we can be together. These last few weeks I have come to realise that going through all this shit is worthwhile only because you and I will have a chance." She raised her face for another kiss. Then she was gone. It was hard, this forbearance. I had the same question as Eve. I didn't understand how this had happened. How was it possible that our common interests led us to this place? That a friendship could suddenly become a passion, almost without either of us noticing? 

I called Andy Sellick. The following day to set up a meeting with him and his father, telling him that I was minded to accept the partnership but with strings attached. The meeting happened two days later. I referred to the conversation I had with Andy about Aubrey, addressing Bob.

"It seems ridiculous to allow someone who is not an actual employee to shape our decisions, but Aubrey is one of the most productive agents we have. Andy and I are concerned that Aubrey would not care to work under my aegis, and resign his agency. That would be like cutting our collective noses off to spite our faces. Therefore I propose that I accept the partnership, but remain as I am, with no official announcement of the change in ownership. Allow all the staff and agents to believe that following your retirement, Andy has taken over, and that all staff, including me report to him." Bob wasn't happy about that, but Andy could see the sense.

"Dad. I think John is right. For the time being we have to ensure that we retain Aubrey's order input. John would still be doing the job he has always done. You said yourself that he ran the business, and he would continue to do that. Nothing would appear to have changed. The only difference would be that he was now a partner, and as it's a private company, there is no reason for anyone else to know that. I will make time to show my face frequently, and John can keep me up to date on any issues that we need to decide upon jointly. The most important thing is that it keeps Aubrey onside." Bob was still unhappy, but accepted the proposal.

"Well at least I know the business will be in good hands." We shook hands, and I promised him that signed agreement would be in the hands of Brian Mills within a few days.

A week later it was a done deal. The announcement to the staff was quite simple. Mr. Robert Sellick was taking a well-earned retirement, and his son Andrew Sellick would take over the reins. No mention of me at all. Aubrey was quick to remind me of my precarious position.

"You by rights should no longer be here. If Bob was not such a pussycat you would be looking for another job right now. But don't worry, Birch. Your time will come. I doubt that Andy will be such a pushover as his dad." I kept my blank face. Aubrey would go too far one day. It was only his success rate that kept him here, and I had plans in mind that would put a dent in his smug arrogance.

*

Chapter Seven

Up to this time commission had been paid according to the value on paper of the order. Bob had instituted this, years ago, and had never envisaged a situation where the average gross profit margin of forty-five percent could be eroded. However Aubrey with his manoeuvrings often reduced the margin, sometimes to dangerous levels. I had put the facts in front of Bob on a number of occasions, but he wouldn't act on it. Now I put it to Andy that commission should be paid only after the true costs were established. He was sceptical at first until I showed him real examples. I had removed the agents names not wanting to be seen as partial in my criticism. He may have been a Veterinary but he understood the concepts of profit and loss.

"Bloody Hell, John. After we have paid commission on some of these jobs we are down to about thirty percent. This can't go on. Who is doing this?" I said nothing. Then the light dawned on him. "Aubrey!" He exclaimed. "It has to be Aubrey." I remained quiet, allowing him to make a decision. "Institute your scheme immediately. Draft a letter to the agents and I will sign it."

I suppose some would call this payback. To a certain extent it was, but it was the company I worked for that was being short-changed. My partnership in Sunrooms demanded that I take action. I prepared for the shit to hit the fan.

Aubrey stormed into my office, if anything more florid of face than usual. I would imagine that his blood pressure was hitting something like one hundred and ninety. He was waving the letter from Andy.

"You sneaky little turd. This is all your doing I know. Faking up figures to fuck me over. Well that is it. You are going this time and no mistake. I am going to tell Andy that if he doesn't sack you, I am going to resign. Then where will your precious business be?" I sat there calmly. How I did it I don't really know but I managed.

"Aubrey." I explained in as calm a voice as I could. "I was asked for a breakdown of the work we had carried out over the last year. I provided it, as it was a request from my employer. The records had no name, nor addresses on them so that individuals could not be identified. Andy has acted to protect his business. If you have a problem with that then you had best take it up with him. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do."

Andy phoned me at home a week later.

"I had a visit from Aubrey today, at the Surgery."

"That was nice for you." I commented dryly.

"Yes. You should be flattered to know how much he worries about you, suggesting that you were not up to the job, that you were probably cracking up, making all sorts of mistakes in your paperwork, and that it would probably be best for you if I put you out of your misery, and allowed you to leave." I could hear Andy laughing now. "Oh, it was a jolly meeting."

"What did you tell him?"

"Well I said that if mistakes had been made, we would put it right. I asked him to come in one day with his order copies and we would compare them with ours. He went quiet at that point. Muttered something about it could all be an oversight, and he wouldn't pillory anyone for that. Then he left. John. Is there a possibility that he could go elsewhere?"

"It would be difficult for him, Andy. I was at a Fenestra conference about a year ago. I got the feeling that our competitors wouldn't touch him with a bargepole. They seemed to know about the tricks he plays."

"Not from you?"

"No. But someone has talked. They mentioned actual cases, so whoever it was had lots of information."

"Did you mention this to dad?"

"No."

"Why?" I remained quiet. Eventually Andy seemed to get the picture.

"I see. He wasn't as gullible as he appeared at times, was he?"

"No, Andy. He wasn't."

Bob Sellick was one of those people who never appeared to be quite with it. I had often thought that he cultivated this guise to relax people and put them off guard. Bob could well have let slip, purposefully, details of Aubrey's machinations. Others would think he was being absent-mindedly indiscreet. I would imagine it done to protect his business, deterring competitors from poaching his best salesman. The fact was that whatever the reason, he had made it nearly impossible for Aubrey to obtain an agency with another company.

I was surprised at myself for taking so easily to the subterfuge and machinations of business. My life had changed completely. I still acted the part of the humble cog, yet now made decisions that affected those around me, albeit as a covert partner. That thought brought to mind another change in my life. Despite Aubrey's insinuations, I had a healthy interest in the opposite sex, and had enjoyed a number of relatively long-term relationships. This experience was sufficient for me to know that Eve was different. I had a connection with her that seemed to spring out of nowhere. A connection that surpassed any of my previous love affairs, she seemed to see in me the same. It gave me a warm feeling to know that she was as eager as I to take our relationship further. Was my life falling into place? Or was fate preparing me for a momentous downfall?

Our work went on. None of the other agents complained about the re-structured commission scheme, and Aubrey went quiet. Despite his bluster, he was no fool, knowing that his copy orders would not stand up to scrutiny. I had one of his orders for a conservatory in front of me. Aubrey had charged only for normal glass, but building regulations specified armoured glass for windows that came down to within a metre of the floor level. Armoured glass was much more expensive than ordinary plate. Under the old system Aubrey would have got commission on the value on paper of the order and Sunrooms would have made a loss. Now he would get almost nothing, as he would be paid according to the profit in the job.

I was desperate for news from Eve. I phoned her at her flat. She had told me she didn't have a direct line to the flat only a call box on the ground floor, where any of the residents could answer. I spoke to a young lady who seemed not to know Eve by name, but guessing that she was the one who moved in a few weeks ago. She agreed to leave a message for her.

Eve phoned me that evening.

"John, I am so pleased you called. I was going to phone you, but you beat me to it. Can we get together, please?" She sounded very down.

"That's why I phoned, Eve. I wanted to see you so much. Can I come to you, now?"

"Not a good idea. I'll come to your flat. Is that ok?"

Twenty minutes later she rang my doorbell. She was straight into my arms, and locked this way we walked into the living room and fell onto the settee. Our lips came together, and by accident my hand brushed her breast. I removed it immediately.

"No, don't John. I want you to touch me, hold my breast please?" Happily I cupped her breast. "Oh my darling, that feels so good." She murmured between our kisses. I stretched slightly and Eve responded by turning to lie alongside me. In this position I could no longer caress her breast, instead held her tightly to me. Soon the urgency to hold tight faded and we got comfortable, laying next to each other, yet able to talk. She took my hand and placed it back on her breast. She smiled.

"I like the feeling of your hand there. It is very comforting."

"It is for me as well." I replied. "It's like plugging into each other and making a connection." She nodded.

"Yes. It joins us. I haven't been touched for years. I told you we had separate bedrooms, didn't I." I nodded, she had told me that. "I realise now that as an ornament, I couldn't possibly be sullied by base bodily functions." We lay quietly for a while, enjoying the closeness. I murmured quietly.

"Oh that this too, too sullied flesh could melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew." Eve sat up.

"Hamlet!" I nodded. "Ok, Mr Clever clogs. What act, and what scene?"

"No idea." I grinned and Eve smiled easily. She lay back in my arms again. I could feel her quiver with humour.

"I haven't been sullied in a long time." She looked up at me. "I am looking forward to being sullied, by you!" I kissed her.

"I got the Decree Nisi yesterday. Six months and it will be absolute." The silence was heavy with thoughts of what that would mean for us. "I don't know if I can wait that long." She stirred and our eyes met. "I want to go to bed with you, John. I want to be with you, naked. I want you inside me, taking me, making love with me. Is that so wrong? To want you so much." The vision of Eve and I in bed, perspiring with passion crying out to each other in our delight filled my mind. My emotions told me to take her into my bedroom, now! Then the reality broke over my dream. She was still another man's wife! 

"Eve, my love. It is just ten feet to my bedroom, but that ten feet could be ten thousand miles for all it matters. We must wait. The Nisi has been granted, but until Absolute you are still married. We cross that ten feet and we will have descended to the same level as Aubrey, adulterers. When we do make love, I want it to be without guilt." Eve sadly agreed with me. I was gutted, until a thought struck me. I could be wrong, but I was certain that one of the fitters had been divorced in a little over three months.

"Wait a moment." I got up and switched on my computer. Eve looked perplexed. I looked over my shoulder and told her what I had heard. I logged on and searched for a site which covered the topic of divorce in the UK. After trying a couple I finally found a site which explained the procedures simply.

"Look!" I pointed at the relevant paragraph. The Petitioner could apply for Absolute after Nisi had been granted in six weeks and one day from the date of Nisi. Eve had the biggest smile.

"I shall talk to Mr. Gaunt tomorrow. I may have misheard him, but I am sure he said six months." She turned to me. "If it can happen that quickly, can we go away for a week or two immediately after? Find somewhere quiet, and just love each other?"

"How about a cottage in the country, or do you want to go abroad? We could get a villa in the Mediterranean somewhere, quiet, with its own swimming pool."

"Secluded?" Eve suggested. "Then I can run around in the nude. I've always wanted to do that. I can get naked with the man I love, and he can have me whenever and wherever he wants." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "And would he be nude also?"

"If the woman I love is on offer whenever and wherever, it would be silly of me to wear anything. Clothes would only get in the way." Eve's eyes were so expressive, and now they gleamed.

"I love it. It all sounds so deliciously decadent. And I have never been decadent."

I searched for Mediterranean Villas. There were plenty, but most were for families. Eventually I found some. A couple on Formentera and a few more on Majorca. Eve liked the look of the two on Formentera, as the beaches close by were classified as 'clothing optional'.

"I have always had this urge to wander around naked. Aubrey wanted me dressed in the best and made up to the nines. All I wanted was to get out of my clothes and make up and be completely natural. If you don't have a problem with that, John, I think I would like to try."

"Why should I have a problem with seeing you 'au naturel'?" I asked. "The only problem I can see is that I will be showing everyone how much I desire you."

"There is a way to solve that problem, John." She replied archly. "I shall exhaust you before we go on the public beaches. That will take care of you, and I shall be extremely happy as a result." She giggled. "Bugger! I am getting wet just by thinking about it. I had better go before I forget myself." 

Her leaving was a long drawn out affair, neither of us wanted to let go of the other, and our lips clung together. One kiss was never enough, another then another was claimed, firstly by Eve and then by me.

She phoned the next day.

"Book the Villa, my darling. In six weeks and one day I shall be free, and ready to make free with you."

"You have obviously talked to your solicitor."




Double Glazing



"Yes, and you were right. So start thinking in terms of Sun, Sea, and lots and lots of deliciously making love. I have years of deprivation to make up for, and you are the chosen man to assist me in that."

"I'll start taking the vitamin pills."

*

Chapter eight

Aubrey was working again, although his success rate had dropped slightly. I did notice that his orders were now more complete, and we were getting close to the forty-five percent gross profit margin. His attitude to me though was still antagonistic. Whenever he came into the office he would take every opportunity to make snide remarks. These usually inferred that my sexuality was doubtful. The urge for me to retaliate was powerful, but I resisted. The demon on one shoulder wanted to throw my burgeoning relationship with Eve in his face. The Angel on my other shoulder told me to keep quiet. I did keep quiet. The Decree Nisi could still be challenged, and if Aubrey had even the slightest whiff of our relationship he would make things very difficult for Eve.

Knowing that I often worked late, Andy had taken to dropping into the office after his surgery had closed. We cleared up outstanding issues, and he would sign any documents that needed his signature. He was well aware of Aubrey's attitude, and he seemed to have more of a problem with it than I.

"John. I am going to have words with Aubrey soon. I knew about his divorce, and made allowances for his emotional state, but even so this can't go on. He is making your position untenable."

"Leave it, Andy. There's no point in cracking the egg before you need to fry it." He was shaking his head.

"No, I can't leave it. His sneers and imputations will eventually become common gossip in the place, and the factory hands and fitters may lose respect for you. I can't have that." I didn't want to stir up trouble such as this, so I had to tell Andy what was happening.

"Andy, I have a reason for not challenging Aubrey. There is something I should tell you, but in the strictest confidence. If it got back to Aubrey, then someone else would suffer." He was intrigued.

"Whatever you tell me, stays within these four walls. My word on that."

"I have been seeing Mrs. Chatsworth, socially."

"Ah! Just socially, John?"

"It's a little more than that." Andy grinned.

"I have met Mrs. Chatsworth on a couple of occasions in the past. She's a stunner. You are a dark horse, John." He stopped and thought for a moment. "Hey! This isn't the reason for the Divorce?"

"No. The divorce is because of something that Aubrey did. Nothing untoward has happened between Mrs. Chatsworth and me. The reason I am putting up with Aubrey's snide remarks is that I don't want any hint of this to get out. I believe that he would make things difficult for Eve, if he knew."

"So, John. Are you looking at a possible long term relationship with the delectable Mrs. Chatsworth?"

"I believe that is what it will be. But do understand, Andy, there has been no impropriety. The divorce must go through first."

"Ok, John. We will play it your way. You do understand that it will get worse with Aubrey, especially if he finds out that after the Absolute is granted, you are seeing his ex-wife."

"Oh, yes, I have recognised that. I will let slip then, that I know why he was divorced, and if he wants to play silly buggers, I can play as well......And before you ask. No! I cannot tell you the reason."

"Take care, John. You may be playing with fire."

Six weeks and one day crawled very slowly. Eve phoned me quite frequently now, and came to see me at the flat a couple of times every week. We couldn't be seen together in public nor did she want me to phone at the flat she was renting, the phone downstairs was quite public, and she was afraid that Aubrey may get a hint by talking to others in the building. I told her when I had booked our holiday Villa.

"We fly from Birmingham on the Tuesday following your absolute. I'm sorry Eve, but I couldn't get anything close to the beach, and still secluded. So I have booked one that is reasonably close. It has a private pool, and there are no other buildings for at least a mile in any direction. I have also booked a hire car, so we can get round the island and see places of interest." I had printed off the pictures of the Villa, and Eve, having seen them gave approval.

"Looks very good and secluded." She retorted. "And from the look of it, I won't need to pack any clothes at all." We laughed together.

"Well only for when the maid comes in twice a week."

"Damn. I was hoping to get an all-over tan."

"May I help you with the sun block?" I volunteered.

"Funny you should mention that. I was just thinking the same thing. Much attention should be paid to the areas that don't normally see the light of day." She kissed me with a mischievous look on her face. "I am actually thinking of your areas, not mine."

"That could be interesting."

"That's what I thought." A sudden thought struck her. "What about food?"

"We are close to the harbour town of La Savina. According to the Travel Agent there are lots of little bars around the harbour where we can eat. All we need to do is get basics for breakfast and drinks for during the day."

"Oh! So I will need clothes after all."

"Just some light frocks for the evening." Eve put her arms round me, and asked softly.

"Would you like me to go without bra and panties?"

"When you said you wanted to be decadent you meant it! That would be very interesting, but if you do, you must be prepared for a reaction from me." 

"That's ok. I can help you with that." Eve replied nonchalantly. "In fact I look forward to helping." 

Later that evening Eve became serious.

"John. Will we be together after? I mean when we get back from the holiday."

"Darling Eve. That's what I would like. I was going to sell my dad's house, but I have been thinking that we could move in there together. It's nothing like the 'Sycamores', so if you don't like the idea, we will think about somewhere else."

"Being nothing like the 'Sycamores' is a point in its favour." Eve replied. "I actually disliked that house, but as in so many things it was Aubrey's choice. Are you sure you want us to live together?"

"Yes. That's the way I am. If we have a relationship it is either one hundred percent or nothing. If you agree to that, then marriage is part of the package." Eve seemed astounded.

"You can't mean that. I am damaged goods."

"I do mean it. Eve these have been the most important few weeks in my life, seeing you, knowing what you mean to me. It hasn't happened in the usual way, meeting, going out together, falling in love. There are no rules that say it has to be that way. All I know is that I want you in my life, I love you. I have sympathy for your situation, but my loving you has nothing to do with that. You are not damaged goods, you are perfect for me." She smiled.

"You lovely man. I have no doubt that I want to be with you. It was Atcham that made my mind up, being with you seemed so natural, so right. I will tell you now that if you propose to me I will say yes."

There are plenty of people out there who would counsel us not to act in haste. My dad would have for one. Even the wise Angel on my shoulder was telling me to slow down, yet I couldn't. People talk of love at first sight, there are so many clichés to cover this situation. Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread. Don't cross your bridges before you come to them, Marry in haste, repent at leisure. All of them were banished from my mind by the energy that existed between Eve and myself. I had no doubts and if Eve would have me, we will be together.

With my mind elsewhere, work had become mechanical. I found myself having to stay late at the office simply to check and re-check the schedules I had posted that day. More than once I found simple mistakes that would never have occurred before. Aubrey's stinging comments no longer bothered me. His position as the king-pin had been eroded. His impending divorce was unknown to almost everyone in the office except Andy and me, yet it's affect on Aubrey was noted by most without knowing the reason. The stipulation about commission payments had an adverse effect on his success rate, and he was now little better than the other agents. Aubrey knew this as the monthly sales figures were circulated to the agents. He, of course did not look at himself as the arbiter of his misfortune. Like so many of his kind he looked for plots and intrigues to explain his present troubles.

*

Chapter nine

These days were longer than ever before, hands on the clock seemingly welded to the spot rarely moving. The long hours adding up to weeks that seemed without end. It came as a shock when one Sunday Eve gaily announced that on the following Thursday, Mr. Gaunt would apply for the Absolute. We were together at my dad's house. I had been clearing the place of his personal effects, and Eve came to help. She was happy as the apparent long wait was over. I turned to her.

"I thought it was another week yet." She shook her head, the smile broadening.

"Are we planning to celebrate?" Eve was asking two questions in one. I went and took her in my arms.

"What would you like to do?"

"I know what I want to do, but you would think me very forward if I told you." Unsurprisingly I had thought about this. An idea came to my mind. I picked up the local paper and leafed through to the entertainments page. It was as I thought.

"There is a concert at the Symphony Hall that Friday. It's music from the movies. Let's say we try for tickets, have a late meal, and find the perfect end to the day." Eve nodded eagerly.

"Yes, we shall have our music, have our meal, then you can have me." She paused momentarily. "And I can have you!" She lifted her face for a kiss. "John, you would be shocked to know how much I want you."

"No more than you, Eve, if you knew how much you are desired." 

We returned from the concert that Friday. I had Butterflies in my stomach, and was sure that Eve also suffered that fluttery anticipation. I made coffee, and we sat quietly talking about little, for both of us the anticipation made concentration difficult. Eve told me that she was going to brush her teeth, got up and kissed me. She took her little bag. I listened as she went into my bedroom first, then a few moments later I heard the bathroom door close. It seemed ages before she came out. I waited a few minutes then went round switching off the lights. The bathroom light was still on when I went in to brush my teeth. I undressed and put on a clean pair of silk boxers. Eve was in bed, just her eyes peeking at me from the top of the Duvet. She pushed the cover down slightly and grinned at me.

"You will not be needing those, Mister." She was looking at my Boxers. I took them off and slipped under the Duvet. Immediately Eve held me tight, her arms going round my back, mine similarly encircling her There are no words to describe getting into bed with your lover for the first time. Holding her naked body against yours, the breath that you take at that first awesome contact held in your lungs for moments until your body pleads for you to breathe again. I could recall little except my words of love to Eve, and her squirming, clinging, seeking to place every inch of her skin against mine, as if she felt the need to bind us together. That touch was electric, chasing words away with the frisson that passed between us. Eve's face of love as she looked at me when I filled her, the dismay when I drew back, and the delight as I filled her again. The kisses that sensitised our lips, the flavour of our combined breath as we breathed mouth to mouth exhaled and inhaled over and over again, the fragrance of our mingled perspiration, our murmurs and cries. All of these would remain with me. There was no race to finish, no prizes for triumph, just two people who had found each other, and celebrated their love and union with Paradise.

That Saturday we talked excitedly about our forthcoming holiday, making promises of loving that in all probability our bodies could not keep. Later we did the mundane things, shopping, buying food for the evening and the Sunday, as we had decided that Eve would stay over until the Monday morning. On Sunday we got up late, luxuriating in laying in bed, holding each other and talking. It was the first time that Eve had ever done that, and she insisted that this should be a ritual she wanted to repeat.

"It's so good. Laying here with you, touching in a loving way and talking. I feel as if I have come home to the place I should have been for all those years. In your arms."

The next Tuesday we flew out of Birmingham to Ibiza. Formentera has no airport, so after landing on Ibiza we took the ferry across to Formentera. The ferry actually docks in La Savina, so we were able to notice the many small bars and restaurants lining the harbour. A agent was waiting for us, holding up a placard with my name printed on it. He had the keys to the hire car and directions for getting to the Villa. There was little trouble in finding the place, there was only the one main road which ran east to west on the island. We had to make a right turn at the sign for Platya de Migjorn. The maid who would come in twice a week to change the beds and clean, was waiting by the door. She was a happy soul and welcomed us warmly. We settled in and the maid told us she would be back in three days. She showed us the fridge in the kitchen which surprisingly was full of soft drinks. There was also tea and coffee, so we would be well served for the first couple of days.

Eve wandered out to the pool and as soon as the maid had left I heard the splash as she dived in. I strolled through to the patio. Eve was swimming the length, Her dress and underwear laying casually discarded on a sun lounger. Eve was swimming in the nude! I joined her. Eve was a far better swimmer than me. She teased me, allowing fleeting touches, then with a smile and a stroke or two she would be half way across the pool. My laboured crawl would bring me back to her, only for her to escape easily yet again, laughing. Eventually she tired of teasing me, and swam to the ladder and climbed out to stand, breathtakingly beautiful, the Sunlight playing on her lovely body, flickering reflections from the water streaming down her breasts and flanks in rivulets. Those same rivulets caressed her curves so lovingly. I wished I could be those rivulets. I clambered out, breathing heavily with my inexpert swimming as much as my need to join with her. She watched me as I walked towards her. I spoke the last line of a poem..

"No beauty she doth miss, When all her robes are on:  But Beauty's self she is, When all her robes are gone."

Her arms opened and clasped around my neck, Our wet bodies slithered together, and we kissed.

"Have me!" She expressed her need. "Have me, here, now. I want you."

I cupped her buttocks and lifted her, Eve's legs opened to grip my upper thighs and as I lowered her slowly on to my erection she used one hand to guide me into her.

Later we lay in each others arms. Eve raised her head and looked at me, her love patently obvious on her face.

"That verse was beautiful. I said you could seduce me with your words, and you did, who was the Poet?"

"In the anthologies the poet is anonymous, but there are many who believe it was written by Francis Davison an Elizabethan poet." 

"Do you know the rest of it?" I shook my head.

"Sorry. If you like we can look it up when we get home." 

Throughout our stay there, in that idyllic Villa, Eve would take every opportunity to tease. It was never anything but light-hearted teasing, and invariably would culminate in a culmination. She had promised me that she wanted to make up for years of deprivation, and I was more than happy to accede to her wishes. I was curious that she and Aubrey had been only occasional lovers. She explained to me one night as we lay in bed, sky clad and holding each other despite the warmth of the evening.

"When we first married, we were as I thought normal. We slept together and Aubrey would want sex about once a week. It gradually became less, and when we moved to the 'Sycamores', Aubrey informed me that he never slept well alongside of me. He told me I moved too much. So we had separate bedrooms, and from that day he didn't seem to be concerned that we didn't have sex. I wasn't a virgin when we married, but not that experienced. I wondered if this was normal or that I didn't please him, so I tried to make it up to him by being the wife he wanted, you know, the immaculate, well-dressed woman you saw."

"Doesn't sound normal to me." I commented. She wriggled against me, reminding me of her body cleaving to mine.

"Well of course it wasn't normal. I know that now. You have ploughed me so beautifully these last few days and nights. I will have to go easy on you John. I'll settle for only twice a day when we get back home." She giggled. " But for the moment I am still feeling deprived. I could do with some more sullying. Do you think..." She felt for me and found my erection. "Oh well done my darling lover. Just lay there, I'll do all the work."

Later she collapsed on to me, breathing fast and hard. As her breathing calmed, we kissed slowly, tenderly and deeply.

"You lovely man. You do it for me every time. I could feel very bitter, you know, that I didn't discover you earlier, before I married Aubrey. I feel so wanted and cared for with you. Your eyes tell me how much you desire me, so it's your fault really as seeing that desire in your eyes makes me want you."

"So it's down to me then, this attack on me."

"Yes, my darling, it is. Though I do encourage you. I love watching you, watching me when I am naked. I confess that I take my clothes off in order to see the desire in your eyes and this other beautiful reaction. I see that look and see you hard and I get wet. I'm a hussy really. But I am your hussy."

This holiday cemented that which we had known. This was not just a flirtatious affair, it was a connection that would last for many years. I had never been a demonstrative man, yet now I took the lead in holding Eve's hand as we walked around the harbour at La Savina, through the quaint lanes of Es Pujols, and completely naked on the long beach at Migjorn, something that delighted Eve, although worried me as she would insist that we stop frequently to kiss. Indeed at one point I had to make a hurried diversion into the sea, her kisses had become too passionate. I waded waist deep willing my ardour to subside, and Eve shook with laughter waiting for me to emerge. By the end of our holiday I was convinced that my future would be with Eve. We lay in bed that last night, and I proposed just after we had made love.

"Eve, I love you unreservedly and I want you in my life. I don't want a semi-detached relationship, I want permanence. Would you consider marrying me? Possibly not straight away, as you have only just been divorced, but when you feel that you have your life together again." Eve turned to kiss me, then drew back so she could see my face.

"John, my lovely darling man. I don't need to wait. The divorce is only confirming that a marriage which was dead a long time ago is officially dead. To all intents and purposes I have not been a married woman for the last eight or nine years. Yes, yes, yes. I want to be your wife, as soon as you wish." 

*

Chapter Ten

We returned to real life, and real life problems. Aubrey was bringing in so little business, and seemed to be drinking, or so Andy told me.

"He was in yesterday. I could smell Whisky on him, but he appeared sober, although I am not sure if he would pass the breathaliser test." I was concerned about this and was prepared for another vicious attack when next I saw him. However I would not postpone Eve's and my plans to marry. In many ways I had had enough of Aubrey. No longer would I tip-toe around him. Discovering Eve had finally made up my mind that he would no longer be a factor in any decisions I would make.




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I was in a strange city for several weeks of computer training. After ten days of sitting in a classroom on a hard seat I was in a real funk. I needed something to change my attitude. That's how I found myself in a small room in this bathhouse taking my clothes off. At this time was 31, 210 pounds in good shape, 7 inch cut and somewhat hairy.

This was my second trip to the baths, my first in my hometown being uneventful. I stripped, wrapped a towel around my waist and went exploring. After walking the long corridor of the second floor I went to the first and found the wet area. I had a long slow shower. The spray of the hot water felt very good. I spent time washing myself and paying attention to my cock which hard partially hardened. The jacuzzi was next. Not bothering to put the towel back on I made the forty feet to the hot tub naked and climbed in.

I wasn't aware of it until after I sat down but it seems I had an audience of five other guys, either sitting around on lounge chairs or in the pool. It seems that they had watched me in the shower. I felt a little embarrassed but paid it no mind.

After a good soaking I made my way to the steam room. I found a nice corner in the foggy room to sit. Shortly, I was joined by one the watchers from the pool area. We exchanged greetings. He identified himself as Dave. Dave asked if it was my first time. I said yes at this bath. He told me that I had made quite an impression on one of the others. He told me which one. On leaving the steam room I noticed this guy checking out the soft drink machine. He was about 25, 6'6" 240 pounds, well muscled. I decided that this is just what would get me out of my funk and made the move. Walking to the drink machine he turned and smiled. Greeting him, I asked if coins were required to get a drink. He replied in the affirmative. I made a smart remark about not having any pockets. He laughed and carefully checked me out. I was nude and made no effort to cover myself. I always wanted to be an exhibitionist. He said that he had some cold Evian in his room if I was interested. I said yes and turned to go and pick up my towel by the showers. In the process of picking it up I dropped my room key. In picking it up I made sure that my new friend got a good look at me. When I turned to follow him to him room I noticed a protrusion in the front of his towel. I guessed, correctly, that he liked what he saw.

We made out way upstairs to his room. Once inside he told me his name was Adam and I told him mine. As he removed his towel he expressed his appreciation for the opportunity to see me nude. I told him that I enjoyed being nude and if he was up to it he could now see me up close.

My towel fell to the floor and we stepped close. His lips followed his hands onto my nipples, my lips on his nipples, followed by hands stroking cocks to finally a 69 with mouths engulfing hard cocks. We lay on the small cot provided. We began giving each other gentle licks to each other's cock. Soon the cock I was servicing began to grow. Before long it was eight inches long and nice and thick. His balls were dancing in their sack each time I ran my tongue along his cock. I took it in my mouth and began a steady up and down motion. I could feel it touch the back of my throat. I had to work at not gagging but soon I got the hang of it. I could feel Adam take all of my cock in to his hot mouth. Soon my balls were bouncing off his chin. Suddenly we were interrupted as the door opened and Dave from the steam room entered. Seems Dave was a friend of Adam. I later discovered that they set this up. He entered and asked if he could watch. We agreed and proceed to continue our play.

I was concentrating as best I could on the cock in my mouth. It was difficult as my friend, Adam, was doing a super job on my seven inches. I was afraid that I might come too quickly.

Suddenly I felt hands on my ass cheeks. They were spreading them apart. I turned to check if it was Adam, but Adam has his hand stroking Dave's cock. Dave's cock was large and long. It looked to be at least 10 inches long and about as round as my fist. Dave asked if I had a problem. I said no as long as he used some lube and finger my hole to loosen me up as this was my first anal in a long time. He said fine and proceeded to lube my ass with one and then two fingers. I almost came at that moment but managed to hold it. Since Adam was a little smaller, Dave suggested he should go first. We agreed and changed positions. Dave was now lying on the cot with his mouth pistoning up and down my cock. Adam was behind me lubing my ass with one, two and then three, or maybe four fingers. It felt like he was in all the way to his wrist.

I heard the ripping of the condom pack but I continued to play with Dave's massive missile. Then I felt hands spread my ass cheeks and the head of a cock poking at my hole. He was very gentle and in a few moments he had the head inside and was slowly pumping back and forth. The feeling was incredible. This was my very first fucking and I knew it would not be my last. Adam continued his in and out motion and Dave continued to suck my now dripping cock. I was so caught up with these events that I had stopped playing with Dave. Adam slowly began to increase his tempo. By now I was asking him to fuck me good and hard. Adam did what I asked and after about three or four minutes he began to moan. I could feel his cock swelling in my ass. I was hoping I could take it all. Shortly, Adam groaned loudly and pulled me close impaling his entire cock inside me. I am sure I could feel his spunk exploding from his cock.

After a couple of minutes Adam withdrew and before I could move Dave was behind me sliding his condom cover cock in to my ass. It was a good this that Adam had gone first as Dave was massive. But he knew what to do. First he slipped the head of his cock into me. He let me get used to it for a few minutes before continuing. I don't know how I did it but I took all he had. Now he began his pumping action. It did not take long for Dave's cock to start to increase in size. It was definitely going to be a good fuck. His cock was rubbing against my prostrate. Adam was now sucking my cock. Dave started to groan and I knew he would come shortly. Between Dave's pumping, rubbing my prostrate and Adam sucking my cock it only took a short time for Dave to explode in a massive organism. It felt like he had a hose up my ass going full blast. The moment I felt the first explosion of Dave's spunk I exploded in Adam's mouth. I must have shot a pint of sperm in Adam's month, on his face and chest.

I could not move. Here I was bent over trying to keep myself from falling. Dave was still inside of me letting his cock slowly deflate and Adam was licking up my come and sucking me dry. As Dave pulled out there was a loud round of applause. It seems that we had had an audience of several appreciative onlookers. Several ask if I would let them fuck me. However I was worn out from the fucking and sucking with Dave and Adam. Reluctantly, I asked for a rain check. I went down to take a shower and sit in the spa. On checking the clock I had been there almost four hours and it was time to leave.

While I was checking out, I overhead two other customers talking about their witnessing some guy getting fucked by two men with 12 and 14 inch cocks and taking it all. I laughed to myself, thinking that it did not take long for this story to spread. Fourteen inches, I doubt it! Or maybe!

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Steve and I'd had a particularly stimulating time in a restaurant. A nice meal, some wine, flirting across the table, gentle body contact going to and from the restaurant. Then we had gone to a pub where we had bumped into two of Steve's friends from the tennis club. A few more drinks and more flirting, and this time I had three men to tease. Steve loved it, watching me use my womanly wiles to elicit a reaction from his two friends. When the landlord called "Time!" Steve asked Richard and Colin if they'd like a nightcap at our house.

As we walked home I walked in front with Steve and his two friends followed us. I had worn Steve's favourite dress, a little black number that ended just above my knees but clung to my curves, emphasising my boobs and my bum. Underneath I was wearing a new push-up bra and thong matching set that Steve had bought me for my birthday, black hold-ups and my favourite (3-inch heeled) black shoes. The shoes improved the look of my legs and put a wiggle in my walk but I consciously put a little extra wiggle into my walk as we headed home. I assumed from the silence behind us that Richard and Colin were enjoying the view.

We arrived home and Steve let us into the house. I made straight for the stereo and I put some CDs into the multi-player. When Steve returned from the kitchen carrying everybody's drinks he found me posing in the living room trying to mimic Rhianna's moves in her video of "Umbrella". Without an umbrella and with the figure of a mature lady as opposed to the gorgeous Rhianna I think I wasn't quite managing it! Richard and Colin were smiling and I was having a good laugh, which was the important thing as far as I was concerned anyway.

Steve handed out the drinks and that brought my dancing to a halt. Steve and I sat on our two-seater sofa as the two guys had already taken the three-seater. The chat from the pub about films and books continued for a while then Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful" started playing. I love the song so I stood up and just started gently swaying to it with my eyes closed. I heard movement from the sofa and felt Steve approaching me. He took hold of my hands then moved close to me and we started slow-dancing together.

I kept my eyes closed and drifted with the music. Another slow number started (I forget what it was) and we stayed together. I felt Steve's hands stroking up and down my back then they rested on my bum. I knew that my back was to his friends and could feel that his hand movements were lifting my dress but I decided to just go with the flow. There was silence behind me as I felt the slightly cool air around the tops of my thighs. I knew that Richard and Colin could see my bum cheeks and my nipples grew with the excitement of it.

Steve's hands released my dress and moved to the top of my back. I felt him playing with catch of my dress and he whispered in my ear 

"Are you ok with this Sue?"

I mumbled "Mmmm." against his neck and pulled him closer, moving my crotch against his erection.

The tightness of my dress was gradually lessened as Steve pulled the zip downwards, exposing my back to his friends. When the zip reached its limit at the bottom of my back Steve stepped away from me and then turned me around to face his friends. Steve slid the dress off my shoulders and down my arms, revealing my bra enclosed chest and then my stomach to Richard and Colin. With my dress bunched at my hips I gave a slight wiggle and with a little bit of help from Steve the dress dropped past my hips and pooled at my feet on the floor.

I stepped away from the cloth at my feet and opened my eyes to see Richard and Colin with mile wide smiles on their faces. The sparkle in their eyes spoke volumes.

Steve picked up my dress and moved it to the sofa then came back to me. He placed his hands on my hips and we started moving again in time with the music. I felt Steve move up against me and his hands drifted up my sides and around to my front where they rested underneath my bra. Steve's lips rested against the back of my neck and he moved them to nuzzle under my ear. 

"We can stop this anytime you wish." he said.

I pushed my bum back against him and his erection nestled between my bum cheeks, still enclosed by his trousers. His hands moved upwards over my breasts. My nipples were peaking over my bra and he had no hesitation in taking them between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling on them. I looked and Richard and Colin. My eyes moved to each of their faces in turn then drifted downwards to their crotches, where bulges could be seen. I lifted my eyes back to theirs and nodded as Steve's hands moved to my back and released the clasp of my bra. As he loosened my bra and removed it from my shoulders I dropped my eyes to their crotches again.

As my bra dropped away, exposing my breasts and nipples to their gaze, their hands dropped to their crotches. They both unzipped and loosened their trousers. Steve's hands moved down and under my thong and gradually slipped it down my legs. As I stepped out of my thong Richard and Colin stood up, dropped their trousers and underwear and removed their shirts. Then their hands moved to their tools and they started stroking them to full erection.

I continued to sway to the music and started moving my hands over my body as Steve stepped away from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see him removing his shirt and trousers. There I was, one hand stroking my breasts and nipples, the over moving over my pubic hair and edging between my legs, with three naked men stroking their cocks. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that this would happen tonight.

I felt hands tentatively touch my breasts and realised that Richard and Colin had moved up close and taken matters a bit further. I opened my eyes to see that they were both still stroking their cocks but were playing with my nipples with their free hands. Richard asked "Do you like having your nipples tweaked Sue? Is it getting you hot?". I didn't reply but I could feel myself getting damp between my legs.

I placed my hands on Richard's and Colin's chests and push them away slightly. Then I reached down and took Richard's cock in my hands, working up and down his rod, which was already leaking pre-cum. As he was a little distance from me, my reaching down to stroke his cock meant I had to bend slightly at the waist, presenting my shapely bum to Steve.

Steve's hands rested on my bum cheeks then one moved between my legs. I stroked the cocks slowly as Steve teased me, his fingers caressing my lips, right at my entrance. I decided I was going to have to share my favours so I moved towards the Colin's cock, edging away from Steve's hands. After stroking Colin's cock and spreading his pre-cum over his knob end I returned my hands to Richard's member. I alternated between Richard and Colin as Steve played with me. Eventually I decided it was Steve's turn so I stood up straight and turned around to face him.

As I took Steve's cock in my hands one of the other men came up behind me, reached around and started playing with my breasts. Steve's cock was also leaking pre-cum and I was enjoying playing with it when I felt a cock edge between my legs from behind and rest against my lips. I released Steve's cock and my hand moved between my own legs. As I played with my clit I touched the tip of the cock but I didn't allow it to enter me. I wasn't sure I was ready for that but I also wasn't sure how long my resistance would last. 

The cock withdrew from between my legs and I couldn't help but moan in frustration – or was it relief that temptation had been temporarily removed? Richard and Colin moved either side of me and took hold of my arms. They held my arms out from my body and started kissing my fingers, then slowly worked their ways up my arms. By time they had kissed their way from my shoulders to my neck I was whimpering with pleasure. 

Steve moved forward, now stroking his cock. He nudged my legs slightly apart then eased his cock between my legs. He rubbed it against my clit as he moved forwards then rested it against my lips. Steve's hands reached out and enclosed my breasts. His thumbs rubbed across my engorged nipples. I moved my hips downwards to encourage his cock inside me but he moved with me to maintain the tease – the rotten so-and-so.

Richard and Colin were kissing my neck just below my ears, driving my mad with desire. They encouraged my hands down and backwards until they brushed against their cocks. I wrap my fingers around their cocks and started wanking them again. Steve started moving his hips back and fore, rubbing his cock against my clit.

I started begging 

"Please! Fuck me Steve. Put it inside me. Now!"

Steve laughed and asked 

"Do you really want me to fuck you in front of Richard and Colin?"

"Oh God, yes please!" was my reply.

"OK, there's only one way to work this."

Steve turned me around to face his friends then pressed down on my shoulders, encouraging me onto my knees. As I settled onto my knees I felt Steve move between my legs from behind. I dropped my body forwards and Steve's cock pushed against my lips and slid inside me. Richard and Colin both sat down on the sofa and started stroking their own cocks as Steve started moving in and out. I was so aroused that after only half a dozen thrusts I was screaming as an orgasm ripped through me.

I watched Richard and Colin wanking. I'd never seen a man do that. I tried to watch exactly what they were doing to pick up some tips for next time I gave Steve a handjob. He invariably enjoyed what I did for him but I'm always keen to learn from an expert! I could see that they liked to play with their balls at the same time as they worked up and down their lengths.

Meanwhile Steve was continuing to saw in and out of me. With one hand pressing down on my back ne reached around with his other hand and started playing with my clit. Pleasure rippled through me as Steve picked up the pace. Richard started to twitch on the sofa and I saw him look at Steve.

I assume that Steve gave his assent and Richard knelt in front me. His cock was right in front of my face and I didn't hesitate to wrap my lips around the tip. As I slowly enclosed his length Richard grunted and I felt a slight throbbing then a first spurt of come hit the back of my throat, quickly followed by a second. I swallowed what I could then withdrew my mouth. Richard wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked vigorously to release a couple more spurts which I took on my tongue.

Steve took hold of my hips and somehow managed to increase his pace again. He was fucking me like he never had before as Colin took Richard's place. This time Colin continued to wank while I just opened my mouth. Colin grunted "Oh yes!" so I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Moments later he came, his first ejaculation hit me in the face but the second and third landed on my tongue.

As Colin came Steve shouted "Yes!" and I felt his first blast of jism in my cunt. Steve held my hips and continued to pump inside of me. As I felt him continue to spurt my second orgasm hit me, following which I dropped my head onto my arms against the floor.

As I was getting my breath back Steve withdrew from me. I couldn't move for a short while and just stayed in position with my elbows on the floor, my head resting on them and my bum in the air. Richard and Colin got up from where they were and walked around behind me. I felt hands stroking my bum and couldn't help but moan with pleasure.

Suddenly I felt fingers inside of me. I was still extremely sensitive and couldn't help but twitch. I'm not sure whether it was with pleasure or just surprise. Then I felt fingers against my mouth and detected slickness. I realised that one of the men had scooped some of Steve's come out of me and was rubbing it over my lips. I just dropped onto my side and licked the jism off my lips but kept my eyes closed. I'm not sure exactly what happened next but I assume that Richard and Colin got dressed before Steve showed them to the door.

I opened my eyes to see Steve reaching towards me. He took my hands in his and helped me up from the floor. There was still some of his come inside me and as we climbed the stairs to the bedroom I could feel it dribbling down my legs.

When we reached the bedroom Steve took me in his arms and hugged me closely and told me how much he loved me. I felt his cock growing again and looked at him in surprise. "What, so soon?" I said and he just smiled. We made it to the bed. Steve gently caressed and kissed my body, arousing me again. Then he slipped his cock inside of me and we made love before falling asleep in each others arms.



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As Brian entered the room he saw a young woman sitting at the bar with her back to the door. God what a back! She was wearing one of those backless tops so that the complete expanse of her back from shoulders to the beginning on the crack of her ass was completely exposed for all to see. 

A middle-aged guy walked over from the far side of the room and leaned in close to her. If he had figured the angles right he was probably getting a good look at her left breast – maybe even her nipple. The guy leaned back as if waiting for an answer. The girl shook her mane of sun streaked blonde hair and the guy slunk back to his seat.

Classic shut down! Brian walked to the other end of the bar and sat down. He had a perfect view of her profile and her profile was just about perfect. Imagine your ideal woman and there she was. She glanced in Brian's direction and he smiled warmly at her. The smile was returned ten fold – she was exquisite. A slight nod of her head indicated the empty seat beside her.

"Hi, Brian Winters." He offered his hand and she took it squeezing it ever so gently. "Erica." He released her hand and they fell into an easy conversation. As they talked another man approached them with an unsteady gait.

"Yer was-ting yer time guy – she ain't giving it up for no guy, no how. Don't matter what's in yer wallet –she ain't gonna give it up." The drunk started to stagger off and then turn, nearly falling over. "That fucking tattoo is nothing but trouble and you mark my words." 

Brain was intrigued. "I believe that man was very drunk." She flashed that dazzling smile again. "What was that crap about a tattoo all about?" The expression Brian received in response to his question indicated that he might need glasses. The girl glanced over her shoulder and down. Brian followed her line of vision. Fucking A!

Brian swallowed as he saw the tattoo positioned just above the crack of her ass. He looked and then looked again. It was two hearts, the one on the bottom had its point up, on one on top point down and overlapping the lower. Down through the center of both was a long thin shape with lines. It was that shape that had required the second look…it was a screw. When Brian sat back up Erica smiled.

"I absolutely love getting screwed in the ass…and screwing in the ass in return." Brian found his mouth go dry. "Pardon me?" he managed to squeak out. "You mean you like it and you do it in return?" Brian felt his heart pound as his cock stiffened in his pants.

"Exactly." That dazzling smile was making it hard to think. "I believe that it's better to give than to receive." Brian lowered his gaze and found himself looking at an absolutely perfect right breast capped by a soft pink areola and nipple.

Brian was startled out of his revere by the soft touch of her hand on his. He was losing all sense of perspective, he realized that if she asked, he would go with her. He grabbed at his wedding ring and held tightly – it seemed to ground him - momentarily. He eased slowly off of the seat. Erica fixed him in her gaze in much the same way that Brian had seen on the Discovery Channel when a predator had its prey in sight and was intent on devouring it.

She glanced at the ring on his third finger, "I actually prefer married men for the most part – they're so much more adaptable to following a woman's lead. Of course, a married couple is a rare treat indeed. I particularly enjoy opening up a wife for her first time – have you ever fucked your wife in her ass? – no? Good, you wouldn't believe how incredible the turn on is in presenting a freshly anally deflowered wife to her husband for him to enjoy while I then open him for the first time too – you are an anal virgin aren't you?"

Brian's head was spinning so much that as he struggle to back away he bumped into the person behind him. He turned to apologize and was transfixed in the icy glare of his wife. Brian looked at his wife, then at Erica then back at his wife. Announcing to no one in particular and the bar in general "I have to find the bathroom." He quickly walked away from the bar.

When he returned it was to a scene that he knew would haunt him for years to come. His wife was now seated next to Erica. The two women were surrounded by a group of four men – men who continually laughed and touched the two women. The two women seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the attention. As far as Brian was concerned it seemed that his wife was enjoying the attention a little too much.

As he approached the group he was stopped dead in his tracks. One of the men was cupping his wife's breast and lifting it slightly. She batted his hand away and wagged a finger at him only to have a different guy cup the same breast. She let him hold it longer and instead of batting him away she simply placed her hand against his arm. SHIT! Brian felt the hair on the back of his head stand up as he watched the guy draw his thumb repeatedly across her nipple until she finally (but much too slowly in Brain's opinion) pushed the hand away.

Brain noticed that the two guys around Erica each had a hand under her shirt and it was clear that they were giving her a good feeling up. Movement caught his eye and he saw the first two guy's crowd closer to his wife. He watched her head bow forward then shake slowly side to side. For whatever reason he couldn't seem to get any closer to the group so he moved slowly to his right until he was positioned on the other side of Erica. 

Brain gasped as he saw the men had unbuttoned his wife's blouse. Her breasts were straining against the cups of her bra until he saw the tension release. The bra was pulled up and two hands quickly covered and kneaded her naked flesh. Brian was close enough to she her nipples lengthen and swell. He tried to call out to her – to stop her – didn't she know what she was doing? How far was she going to let this go? How far was she going to let them go? He got his answer all too soon.

The two men feeling up Erica left and joined the two with his wife. She was turned around on her stool and made to lean back against the bar. Erica turned her back to Brian so that his view od his wife was partially blocked. He watched and heard his wife gasp as her head fell back. He was shocked as her torn panties were placed on the bar. Brain tried to move, tried to call out – it was as if he was paralyzed. He watched powerless as his wife's knees were lifted high – she was fully exposed to them now.

Brian never actually saw the penetration of his wife by the four men. He'd seen and heard her reaction to being filled countless times when he had entered her. He saw and heard it four more times as one by one they took her. He watched, powerless, tears streaming down his face. When the four men were done, when they had finished having his wife – they simply left. 

Brian began to feel his body again. He slowly moved his arms and legs. He took a napkin from the bar and dried his face. When he looked up Erica was smiling at him and brushing her hair back from her face. Erica leaned in kissing Brian softly on his mouth. She stood , adjusted her shirt and walked away. His heard his wife take a deep breath and exhale, "Wow." She looked up and immediately saw Brian. Her smile was dazzling.