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The Secret

By: Marvin La Master



I pulled up in front of the house, slid my keys under the seat and got out of the truck. I could hear the roar of a John Deer mower and in the back yard, however I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. From within I heard a familiar female voice saying "it's open". 

I opened the door, stepped in and walked across the living room toward the kitchen. As I stepped around the corner, there stood Shelly at the sink, her back was to me. She was looking out the window at Jim as he made another pass around the yard. Shelly is a tall slender blonde with long legs and average size breast. Her eyes could make you melt and her ass cheeks looked like two ripe melons just waiting to be thumped. I had met them two months earlier and we had become good friends. 

Sometimes between a man and woman there is this chemistry, a sexual chemistry that is hard to explain. Maybe lust is the word. Anyway it was there between Shelly and me. I stepped up behind her and slid my hands around her waist. Her reaction would determine my next move. She leaned her head back and I kissed her on the right cheek. About that time Jim made another pass under the window. My pants suddenly got tighter. The summer dress that she was wearing was loose fitting and I began to move my hands across her belly. I could feel a strange strap on her lower stomach and ran my fingers only- across her pubic area. Her body lunged backward as if I had struck a nerve. I quickly moved my hands straight up to her breast and found hardened nipples. Here came Jim again. I squeezed her tits real hard as he passed by and she let out a loud squeal. The mower drowned it out. 

I licked her neck and ran my hands back down to that strange strap. I moved my hands around to her soft cheeks and spread them as I gently and gracefully lifted her up. I didn't feel any panty lines. I started to gradually lift up the dress and rub her thighs. We were making a circular motion with our hips and keeping a good rhythm. Her hands were on my rod which was unfortunately still locked away in my jeans. Her back was still to me and I had reached that patch of hair that my body had longed to see. It had a little piece of material covering it. I realized that she was wearing a thong. 

Here came the mower. I must of been crazy doing this with his wife, in his kitchen while he was mowing his yard. Anyway, my fingers were now in the hair. I slid down and put my open mouth on the vee shaped masterpiece and gently yet forcefully bit into the flesh. She moaned and put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me in to her and rubbed my face into her wet slit. My tongue was fighting that little strap and suddenly I repelled it down to the floor and dug in as far as I could bury myself. She put her hands on the counter top and lifted herself on to it and opened her legs. 

I was on my knees with my face literally eating up all manner of juices and anything else that was in there. Her clit was more like a small penis standing out from between her lips. I just sucked it. The roar of the mower was getting faint as Jim got farther away from the window. She was having massive orgasms and her twat was so juiced that I had her cum in my eyes, nose throat and on my neck. I pulled my face out of her and inserted two fingers, then three. Her vagina was contracting and was so wet that I started putting all my fingers and thumb in her. She let out a moan and spread her legs as wide as she could get them. I had always heard of fisting and now this is what she was wanting and I was not going to let her down. As the hole got bigger, more of my hand disappeared She was so wet. Then we started relaxing. I slowly finished that act.

I stood up and went for a nipple. Her juices were now all over the dress and her breast because of my face. She reached for my belt buckle and I stood up. Her eyes met mine and she kissed and licked my face like there was no tomorrow. Her hands were working all the time on getting my rod out. As she left my face and went down to my rod, her hands jerked my pants and shorts down . Her mouth was on my rod like Bee's on honey. I put my hands on the counter to brace myself and Looked straight out the window at Jim cruisin' round the yard. I had had all I could of this oral stuff I could stand, it was time to consummate this relationship! 

I grabbed Shelly by the arms and lifted her up and sat her down on the counter. I put my hands on her waist and raised her up till her head almost touched the ceiling. Her pussy was in my face and I pulled her in close and gnawed at the patch of hair through her dress. I got hold of the dress material with my teeth and slowly started to let her down. As she went down the dress stayed up exposing her pussy and allowing my penis to engage her wet juicy cunt. My extended rod found her hole on the first attempted. She had opened her legs and now had them wrapped around my waste. Our eyes met, then our noses brushed against each other. That was like kissing. We did it again and then locked our lips together as our bodies began to prepare for that final flurry of orgasm's. She had another orgasm and then I came. I could hardly contain my groans and I had to set her down on the counter as I exploded all up inside of her. I was spitting profusely and jerking her up and down like a rag doll.

Suddenly it was over. I fell into a chair and she leaned back against the cabinet. I looked up at her face and there was a semi-smile and frown on it. She must have had fifteen orgasms. I said, "are you alright?" 

She started coming back to reality and said "Oh Yea!" The clock behind her showed six twenty five. It was six ten when I walked into the kitchen. All that pleasure in only fifteen minutes! What could I do with this girl in an hour? 

I picked up a dish towel and started to wipe the excess cum off my yielding rod and she said "no way!"" Not on my good towel!" She sounded mad but slid off the counter and down to my limp prod. She opened her mouth and gently cleaned it off. A moment later I had my pants up and my shirt tail back in place. She said Jim was in the back yard waiting for me and to go on out. She headed for the back of the house and I went out the front door, stepped out and around to the side gate. Jim saw me and motioned for me to come on in. He was about to wrap it up and soon we would go to the game. I really like this guy. 

What happened next is another story.

The Secret



It wasn't until 2 a.m. that it occurred to Monica that it was getting late and she should be going home. It had been another night of effortless conversation and lots of laughs with her closest friend Gabriel. She had arrived around 6 and they went out for dinner, then came back to his house for more drinks and time together. He played around with his guitar for a while, singing to her bits and pieces of new songs he was working on. But for the last several hours, they had been sitting on the couch just talking. Other times he entertained her with stories of his many romantic conquests (which followed being broken-hearted by his last girlfriend) but not tonight--he seemed calmer, more subdued. Maybe he has gotten it out of his system, Monica thought.

That she had been hopelessly infatuated with him ever since they met almost five years ago is her secret, not to be shared with anyone for fear it would destroy their friendship. Gabriel relied on Monica , she was the first he would call when feeling happy or sad. And she liked being in this special position, being such an important part of his life, even though she knew he would never love her. Soon he would find another serious relationship--but she told herself she would deal with that then. She used to read into his words and gestures, smiles and jokes, looking for signs that he shared her feelings. At some point it had become too painful and she stopped. She held him in her arms the night his ex left him, stood by his side as he went out into the world and found an endless number of women to sleep with (he was after all extremely gorgeous and famous), shared herself with him as much as she could without revealing the secret. It was a great friendship they had.

So when Monica thought she saw a longing look in his eyes as he sensed she was getting ready to leave, she ignored it. She grabbed her coat and thought she heard him sigh but ignored that too. 

"It's late, I need to go" she said to Gabriel.

He got up and followed her across the room to the door. She gave him a kiss on his cheek as she usually did. 

"I don't want you to leave" he said looking in her eyes.

Puzzled, Monica just stared at him. He leaned into her and would have kissed her at that moment were it not for her hand on his chest, which she raised in surprise and pushed against him.

"Gabriel, what are you doing?" she asked.

He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. 

"I think we're supposed to be together, Monica. I think I just figured this out. Don't you want to stay?"

Monica hesitated, for though this is a moment she had wished for, now that it was here it scared her and she couldn't trust it.

"Seriously, Gabriel, why now? I think you're drunk and lonely and I happen to be here, but I don't want to do this. I can't." She tried to sound more convincing than she felt.

There was silence.

"Be honest Monica, is this not something you've ever wanted?"

She evaded his eyes and didn't answer, but could feel that she was blushing.

"Look at me", he asked.

So she did and in that moment she realized he knew. Had he always known? Feeling exposed and vulnerable and even a little angry, she shook her head.

"No, I'm leaving now. This isn't fair. You're gonna wake up tomorrow morning and feel like a fool."

"I'm sorry" he managed to say before she opened the door and walked out. 

On the way home, Monica felt everything: anxious and excited (maybe he really wants her), angry (he's just looking to get laid), scared (will everything be different now), embarrassed (her secret was out), and sad (wishing she could have him). But no matter how many things she felt and thought, life goes on and soon she was home and in her own bed, with the evening's events behind her.

The next morning she was surprised to get a call at 9, even more surprised when she saw it was Gabriel. Waking up early was not his strong suit, especially after such a long night. She picked up the phone sleepily--it had been a restless night.

"Monica, did I wake you?'

"No, it's okay, what's up?"

"I wonder if we could get together a bit later, maybe you could come over around 4?"

This was not an unusual request, they often saw each other day after day, but his tone seemed strangely formal. Still, Monica thought, maybe it's my imagination--maybe he doesn't even remember all of last night.

"Okay, sure, I'll see you then. What are we doing?"

"I'm not sure, just come over, okay?"

"Okay then" and she hung up.

Further sleep was out of the question as she spent the next few hours anxiously anticipating 4 o'clock and wondering what Gabriel was up to. She hated herself for trying on five different outfits--she used to do this a lot but had stopped a long time ago when it became clear to her that Gabriel was oblivious. She hated hoping that last night meant something had changed. She chose a silk black and olive summer dress and black sandals. Her long wavy red hair and green eyes complimented her pale skin and the colors of her dress. Berry red lipstick accentuated her lips. Finally the hour came and she arrived back at Gabriel's house.

The first thing she noticed is that he had cleaned up, and she remembered how much she loved his house, like him, from the first time she saw it. His living room was bright and full of comfy furniture (the rocking chair was her favorite), and the French doors were open onto the deck, from which there was a beautiful view of the beach. She had stopped ringing the door bell long ago, so she walked in and saw him standing outside, leaning over the railing and looking out. He turned around when he heard her greeting and smiled. Somehow, as gorgeous as she always found him, today he was even more so. Casually dressed in cargo pants and a light blue T-shirt, no shoes, his brown eyes shone bright, his dark hair slightly disheveled by the warm summer wind, and his body tall and toned, betraying his Spanish lineage in its darker color. 

"Hello, sweet Monica" Gabriel said smiling. He often greeted her in this way but it embarrassed her today. "You look so beautiful today" he went on. Monica smiled back.

"Hi Gabriel". She put her purse on the table and walked up to him. "How are you?"

"Better now that you are here" he said still smiling. Monica wasn't sure how to react. Everything felt different but at the same time she wanted to act as matter of fact as possible.

"How did you sleep?" he asked her.

"Not very well" she admitted.

"Me neither".

There was a long pause and so that she would have something to do, Monica leaned over the railing looking at the ocean.

"This view never gets old" she said.

"It's true" Gabriel replied though he still had his back towards the beach and was only looking at her. He put his hand on her left arm and said, "Let's go sit, we need to talk".

In that moment Monica knew that whatever would come next, there was no pretending that last night didn't happen. It was clearly on his mind. They walked the few steps and sat down at the table. Gabriel pulled his chair close to her so that their knees were almost touching. Monica felt self-conscious about her dress, which short standing up was even shorter now that she was sitting. She sat back in the chair as much as she could and crossed her legs quickly.

"First of all, I wanted to say that I'm really sorry about last night" Gabriel started. "I did have too much to drink and acted like an idiot".

Monica accepted his apology with a nod but inside she felt devastated. Despite her better judgment, she realized that she had allowed herself to hope that he wanted to be with her, not for sex but for something more. She felt ridiculous, of course he didn't, if he had wanted to be with her he would have done something during the past five years. This is where he tells me he feels bad for leading me on and sorry for me because I have a crush on him, she thought.

She realized he was watching her and did her best to hide her disappointment. 

"Let's just forget about it Gabriel" she said.

"No, I don't think we can do that" he replied. "I was nervous and drunk and so acted badly but it wasn't an accident".

"Nervous?" Monica asked.

Gabriel sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Do you remember when we were out last night and I left you at the bar to go talk to James?"

"Of course," Monica said. James was Gabriel's producer on the album he was working on.

"He made a comment when we were talking about how good you looked. And after he left, I watched you for a little while" Gabriel continued. "You were sitting there with your back half-turned and talking to the girl next to you. And I felt like I was seeing you for the first time. It was overwhelming. At that moment you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen" Gabriel finished.

"Seriously, Gabriel, what's gotten into you?" Monica joked but she started to feel her heart beginning to race.

"I am being serious Monica. And the rest of the night I was watching you, seeing you like never before."

Gabriel paused, looking at her. Monica lowered her eyes. He leaned forward and continued.

"And I realized something else too. You have feelings for me, don't you Monica?"

The question floated in the space between them. Now Monica's heart was pounding, her mouth was dry, and she began to feel flushed. She got up abruptly and walked back towards the railing, leaning against it and keeping her head down. She was excited and embarrassed, wanting some distance from him.

Gabriel went on. "You know, I really don't know how I could have been so blind. How long have you felt this way?"

Monica didn't answer. He persisted.

"I think it just never occurred to me that you would want someone like me. You are so much more sophisticated and cultured. I am just a singer after all."

"That's crazy Gabriel" Monica finally said. "You are the most amazing person I have ever met!" Her words betrayed her intense emotion, her voice a bit shaky.

"How long Monica? How long have you felt this way?"

"I've always wanted you" she said. Monica said it quickly as if it wouldn't mean so much if the words came out fast. She looked straight into his eyes, and just said it, feeling a great sense of relief. She thought, I have nothing to lose now, just get it over with.

Gabriel was silent for a while.

"I can't believe it" he began. "All these years, how could I not know? I've been so self-absorbed I suppose, I must have hurt you so many times. And you have been such a good friend to me. And you never said anything. All this time you've been by my side and I looked right through you."

Monica felt a tear run down her face. Gabriel got up and walked up to her. He wiped the tear off her cheek.

"But I see you now" Gabriel added. 

There was a long awkward pause. Monica played with the belt of her dress anxiously. She knew he was looking at her but was afraid to meet his eyes.

"So what now?" Monica finally broke the silence. She looked at him and saw that he was smiling. 

"Now we stop talking" Gabriel replied. They stood looking at each other for a moment; he felt he was swimming in her green eyes that revealed her desire for him and she noticed his long eyelashes that almost made it seem he was wearing eyeliner.

And then Gabriel kissed her. He touched her lips lightly with his, savoring their fullness and tickling them with his tongue. Monica shivered. He took her mouth in his but softly still, kneading her lips between his. His right hand cradled her head. Monica felt overwhelmed with desire for him. She entered his mouth with her tongue and kissed him deeply. He was surprised and turned on by this sudden aggressive act. He grabbed her waist with his left arm and pushed her back against the railing, now returning her deep kiss, penetrating her mouth without delay. She sucked on his tongue while putting her arms around him, feeling his hot and hard body against her. Gabriel pulled away for a moment and lifted her onto the railing so that they could be at the same height. He started kissing her again and they both devoured one another, their lips united, tongues caressing, breathing as one. The world receded in the background and only the two of them remained, locked in this embrace.

"I should have known, you have fire inside of you" Gabriel finally said. He looked at her flushed face, sparkling eyes, and wondered again how he could have so blind for so long. He saw everything now--her lust for him, longing, and maybe even love. He wondered if he too loved her.

He started kissing her neck with soft but powerful lips, letting himself linger here and there, and whispering to her the whole time.

"I want to taste you, and touch you, all over your body. I want you to feel what it's like to be in my arms, to be mine. I want you to feel my body on top of you, and feel me inside of you. I want you to want no one but me because no one can do the things I want to do to you."

Monica started to tremble. All she could do was sigh and feel her heart racing even faster, feel every cell in her body responding to Gabriel.

"Say yes Monica, say that you want me" he asked her as he sucked gently on her right earlobe. He let go and looked into her eyes.

"I want you so much Gabriel". She said these words with the passion of five years in them, five years in which she only dreamed of saying them. He smiled.

"Put your legs around me" he told her.

Monica did as asked and he lifted her off the railing. She held on tighter with her arms around his neck and he buried his head between her breasts for just a moment.

"You smell so good" he said. He then carried her into the house and through the living room, up the few short steps leading into his bedroom. He reached the bed and sat down gently, Monica sinking into his lap, her legs still around his waist. One of the straps of her summer dress had fallen off her shoulder, exposing part of her right breast as she wasn't wearing a bra. She watched him look, felt his erection against her, and took a deep breath.

"I'm nervous Gabriel" she admitted.

"Me too" he said, to her surprise.

"You've had so many women" Monica insisted.

"Yes, but I am the musician sex god, right? I imagine you have pretty high expectations."

That he could feel so vulnerable had not occurred to her and she was moved by it. But still doubts remained.

"And what if we lose our friendship?" she asked.

Gabriel pulled her closer.

"I don't want to be friends anymore. Monica, we're going to make love right here right now, that's all that matters. We're both scared of what comes next, but let me show you how good this can be, beautiful girl."

Gabriel put his left hand on her bare shoulder and with his right pushed down the other strap of her dress, leaving both of her breasts half-exposed. And with that Monica gave in--what will be will be but this moment is all there is.

She reached down and grabbed his T-shirt, pulled it off over his head. She had seen him without a shirt so often and lusted after his chest and dark pointy nipples. But now with him in her arms and freedom to do what she pleased, she found him absolutely irresistible. She looked at him and shook her head.

"Gabriel, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen" she said sincerely and he laughed, his easy, you're so silly laugh, but she could tell he was pleased to hear it. 

Monica pushed him down on the bed and began kissing his body. This alone, she thought, I could do for hours. His skin was hot and velvety, tasting a bit salty. His hard muscles tightened under her touch. She could not get enough and she covered his entire chest with soft kisses, following his clavicles, licking the space below his neck, kissing his pecs. He watched her breasts heaving above him as she was enjoying the feel of him, imagined what it would feel like to touch them. But this was her time and he didn't want to rush her. When she started licking one of his nipples though and then as she took it in between her lips, Gabriel couldn't resist anymore-- he cupped one of her breasts through the soft fabric and closed his eyes with pleasure. Monica now moved on to the other nipple and sucked on it more hungrily. Gabriel moaned. She flicked her tongue across it and this made him squeeze her breast, sending shivers up and down her spine. She felt his hard cock against her and let her weight rest on him. Gabriel moaned again. He let go of her breast and in one swift move rolled Monica on her back. He allowed himself a few moments of feeling her body under his while he kissed her mouth passionately and then got up, took off his pants. Now this Monica had not seen and it was of course the best cock she could have imagined, long and thick and hard, but not so big to be disgraceful. A few drops of semen glistened at the tip. She sat up and on the edge of the bed, wandering what Gabriel wanted of her next.

He kneeled in front of her and removed her sandals, one at a time, caressing her legs. He then stood up and put out his hands. She took them and let him stand her up. He stared into her eyes as if his eyes too wanted to penetrate her. He reached with his hands under her dress and took off her panties. They were wet and he liked that. 

Gabriel then eased the straps of her dress down her arms, slowly, one at a time, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. Monica's dress now rested on top of her breasts and she could tell Gabriel was enjoying the view. A slight tug on her dress is all it took for the top to fall around her waist, her breasts now fully exposed, nipples hard and goose bumps on her skin. Gabriel took her breasts in his hands, wrapping his long fingers around them, and sighed.

"My God, Monica, your breasts are amazing. So beautiful and soft, perfectly shaped."

His words conveyed genuine admiration and Monica was excited by them. His touch felt electric and she let him caress her. He kneaded her breasts softly, then ran his fingers across, and finally indulged himself by playing with her nipples. His cock stiffened even more.

Gabriel bent down and took Monica's left nipple into his mouth. She gasped with pleasure. He held it his mouth and licked it with his tongue, at first just the tip and then taking all of it, and more and more of her breast. He cupped the rest of her breast in his hand and he was so skilled at this that Monica had to hold on to his shoulders, lest she fall. He moved to the right breast and did the opposite, kissing it all over and leaving the nipple for the end, so that when his lips squeezed it Monica almost did fall. He caught her in his arms and laughed.

Gabriel turned her around and holding her tight across her breasts with his left arm, he began kissing the back of her neck, moving her hair out of the way gently. She wondered if he remembered her telling him one drunken night that it was one of her favorite places to be touched.

"I really like that" she said just in case.

"I know you do" he whispered in her ear. His voice, the first thing she had fallen for, so passionate and sexy when he sang, was even better in a whisper. He had a slight accent and sounded a bit out of breath.

He covered her with wet kisses while reaching over with his right hand and finding his way under her dress. Her pussy was wet and he groaned with approval. He buried his lips in her neck and squeezed her breasts even tighter as he started exploring with his fingers. At first, he caressed her outer lips, and the feeling of pleasure was so intense. For him, getting to touch her most private self and watch her excitement take over and for her, feeling tingling sensations all the way down to her toes, in her breasts, and a throbbing starting to build deep inside her. Her body stiffened and he stopped for a moment.

"Just relax, Monica. Take a deep breath," he whispered.




The Secret



I will preface this story by saying that I am not now, nor have I ever, considered myself a lesbian. I have however always had a fascination with the female body. I've explored my own body since I was young and continue to this day to pleasure myself daily. I am married now and have two beautiful children. I am happy with my life and don't consider it lacking anything. My husband and I have a great sex life and when the opportunity presents itself we fantasize about adding another female to the party. It satisfies a sexual need I find myself yearning for. Today, I've been thinking about the woman that opened that door for me. I remember the day so vividly that it sends chills through my body.

She was beautiful. She was always curvy from what I can remember and her chocolate hair always hung just over her shoulders. She carried herself so confidently every time I seen her, the pangs of jealousy would riddle my bones. I was never as confident as she, but she gave me the ability to walk into a room on campus and pretend that everyone was looking at me. I knew the truth, but it felt good to pretend they were staring at us and not just her. 

We'd been friends since middle school and now here we were; away at college together. We were probably the best friends anyone could have. We shared a dorm and I never denied to myself when she walked from the shower to the bed room in her towel that my desire grew wet. I was always scared she would see me unwrapping the towel with my eyes or how hard my nipple grew as I shifted on the couch trying to hide what I was really thinking.

After finals our junior year, we were both exhausted. The year was coming to an end and we both had some not so successful classes. It was a rough year. She was going on about her anatomy professor and how he only failed her because she wouldn't sleep with him. She was avid that was the reason and continued to tell the story as she undressed with the bathroom door open. I heard the sudden woosh of the shower as it came on and suddenly I grew uncomfortable. I couldn't let her know how much I wanted her body against me. I just couldn't let her know my secret. She continued telling the story, but it was difficult hearing her over the rushing water. Rushing water that I knew was dripping over her nipples and caressing every curve of her beautiful body. I almost couldn't stand it. I reached under my shirt and softly pinched my nipples. I suddenly panicked when she yelled to me to come into the bathroom. I rushed to the door and composed myself before walking in.

"Did you hear what I said?" she questioned me and truthfully I had lost track of what she was saying.

"No not over the water." I said. She opened the curtain slightly and I could see her dark nipples through the clear material. She caught me looking.

"For god sakes Sandy, they're only tits!" She slid the material over them so they would show up more clearly. I licked my lips and suddenly realized she was flirting with me. Wasn't she? I smiled wryly and she knew I was uncomfortable. 

"Sandy do you find me attractive?" Her hand moved to her nipple and slowly began twisting it ever so gently. I couldn't lie to her. Somehow she knew. She dropped the curtain back unveiling her bare pussy and sexy curves. I stuttered losing all my words and froze. I can't believe this is happening.

"C'mon Sandy. Don't you want to run your tongue though both my lips?" She traced her thigh and then ran the tip of her finger between her pussy lips. My face flushed and I began to breathe shallower. I had said that, but not to her; not to anyone. I had written it in my diary. I had probably written my fantasies about her once a week in my journal and she knows. Oh my god; she knows. I was mortified and then suddenly relieved. This beautiful goddess that I've been fantasizing about and masturbating to for the past year was surrendering before me. 

"You obviously know exactly what I want to do to you and what I have done to you a thousand times in my head." I reached for the curtain and pulled it all the way open. "How long have you known?"

"I found it yesterday. You left it on your bed and I read it. I'm not sorry." She bit her lower lip and reached out for me. Her hands explored my breasts and slid down my back. She pulled my shirt over my head and I removed my jeans. I tried to control my excitement. I stepped into the steamy shower and pull the curtain closed. Hesitantly I leaned my face over her breast and began running my tongue around her erect nipple. I glanced up to find her eyes closed and her head leaned back. Her fingers began running through my hair and I pressed on. I rotated between her tits as she let out soft moans. Even in the shower, I could tell how wet my pussy was becoming. I slowly kissed down her abs to the top of her slit. I looked up at her and she sucked in the moist shower air in anticipation. I pushed my tongue between her lips and began softly caressing her clitoris. Her knees began to grow week and I could feel her sweet juice dripping from the corner of my mouth. She tasted so sweet. 

"Hold on." She pushed my head away and I thought something was wrong. "I have to lie down or I'm going to fall when I cum." She sat down in the tub and I positioned myself directly in front of her swollen pussy. The water sprayed on us but was at the right angle to put pressure on my ass. That was another little secret that she hadn't learned yet. I leaned in and licked her clit firmly. Her fingers twisted around in my hair. Soft short moans were escaping her throat and I could tell she was so close. I slid my tongue down a little farther and licked inside her hole. A deeper moan came from above and I looked up at her. She had pushed my face back down and I went back to massaging her clit firmly with my tongue as I slid my middle finger into her pussy. Her back arched as I curled the tip of my finger slightly and brushed passed her g-spot. She was definitely primed for a good cum.

"Does that feel good?" I smiled and I ran my tongue back through her pussy lapping up more of her juice. She giggled and twitched while I kept curling my finger inside of her tight little hole. She couldn't speak. I slid a second finger into her cunt and began to fuck her a little harder. She could only manage to grunt and buck her hips against my fingers. Her left hand grasped at her nipples while her other hand held on to the edge of the tub. I suppose I had my answer. When her body finally relaxed against the tub floor, she looked at me and smiled. Her tongue graced her lips and she leaned forward to wrap her lips around my nipple. By now the water had made our hands and feet prune. We rinsed off and got out of the shower. 

We've never really talked about it with our husbands. We're still friends and to this day we get together every once in a while to have a girls day. 



The Secret



Charmine Paquette dodged construction workers and equipment as she ventured down the hall towards the only meeting room available. Leave it to the Government to fuck everything up, she thought. First the Centre for Brain Health was told that they were not on the closure list even though the Centre was not affiliated with an University. Then, on a Monday morning, workers arrived to remove what was salvageable before demolishing the building. She was tired. All the staff were forced to work around the clock to locate places for the patients. Sleep was obtained on couches or unused gurneys but they did it, she thought happily and in only three days. Her next thought was that she was going to sleep for a week beginning tomorrow. As she rounded the corner, she observed a woman sitting at the end of the hallway surrounded by a gaggle of workers.

All the other doctors were in the room waiting unsurprisingly for head psychiatrist Grant McPherson to make his grand entrance. Charmine arrived just before McPherson, slowed by two puzzling problems: Why was a woman in the hall? Who was she? The door slammed into the wall as McPherson stormed into the room. Everyone jumped.

"Why can't he open the door quietly and just walk into the room?" Charmine mouthed silently to the group.

"People we did a great job! The Centre has decided to give each one of you a bonus. Your checks are in your folders and I am sure each of you will be an asset to your new employers." It was unusual for McPherson to give anyone a complement let alone to the whole staff. Everyone waited for the other shoe to drop.

This time it was Charmine who spoiled the good news as she finally remembered the identity of the woman in the hall. "Grant, why is Margrete Dragon still here?"

"Impossible, I have Porter's report showing her name ticked off leaving here and arriving at her new residence," blustered McPherson. 

Charmine opened the door and pointed to the gaggle of workers surrounding the seated woman. McPherson and the rest of the staff were startled.

Margrete Dragon was comfortable with the attention she was receiving. Since infancy, her blond hair, blue eyes and a moon face caused anyone who saw her to gush over her good looks. However, her beauty hid a fierce intelligence that enabled her to enter University at the age of fifteen. However, her parents didn't believe that girls needed higher education but should prepare themselves to be wives and mothers. They refused to pay for her costs and she never spoke or visited them again, not even attending their funerals. Margrete entered University with generous scholarships that paid for tuition and textbooks. She met Professor Kurtin who taught her how to use her assets to gain her goals. Their affair had to be very discrete because she was under the legal age and Kurtin did not want to go to jail. All changed when she met his wife Gloria. Gloria insisted she move in with them. 

Gloria and her two friends taught Margrete how to dress to attract lovers plus they enabled her to obtain a position with the university that paid a good salary. As well, it surprised Margrete that she was able to control both the women and Kurtin. Each obeyed her every whim. The orgies were mutually beneficial because the women had a willing subject and they introduced her to mechanical aids to enjoy sex. She encouraged the women to suckle her plus someone would either engage in oral sex or use some type of device to satisfy her. As well, she allowed the women to undress her while Kurtin waited for her to be placed beside him in bed.

Margrete had dressed to dazzle. She picked a red mini skirt with a slit. Her blouse enabled her to expose her cleavage including exposing the swell of her bosom. Her breasts strained the fabric of the blouse and erect nipples gave the impression of ripping through. As well, she used her stiletto heel to lengthen her leg. The skirt rose to the top of her thighs. By positioning the slit she was able to give the sex starved audience a look at more bare leg and naked hip. 

It was a different life for Charmine. She published her first successful novel before finishing high school. Her parents suggested she become a Psychologist which would enable her to do research without having to treat patients. In addition, they recommended she use her new experiences to continue writing. Charmine was always short and skinny a condition that prevented many boys from dating her. Although she lived with one of her male colleagues until she graduated, she had never felt comfortable with the relationship. At one time, she speculated that she might be a lesbian but after a couple of experiments decided to give up sexual pursuits.

"Leave it to that drunk Porter to fuck everything up," said Cohen. "If we report this, both the Government and the police will investigate. There goes our new jobs."

Hurrah! She thought. I might be able to use Dragon to overcome my writer's block. She would be a perfect model to use as my main character, beautiful, tall and sexy in my new novel "Female Serial Killer." Charmine observed that McPherson was still in shock.

"I have an idea," said Charmine before McPherson recovered. "I'll take her home and during the long weekend drop her off at her new residence. The new doctors will see that her name has been checked off, assuming somebody has placed her in the wrong room. We go on with our new lives."

"This sounds dangerous," somebody said.

"It's not like Dragon is a serial killer or violent. During her time here she has been the model patient," replied Cohen.

Indecision was not one of McPherson's character flaws. He quickly gathered his material, wished everyone good luck in their new jobs, took Charmine's arm and escorted her through the workers before stopping in front of Margrete Dragon. 

Although Margrete's eyes were open, the chaotic scene in front of her had faded away. She replayed her path to the Centre. After graduating 'Summa Cum Laude', she was offered a position at Columbia University by one of the professors she barely knew. In this way she was able to complete her PhD at very little cost to herself. But it was meeting Sergei Orolov who changed her direction by giving her advanced training on separating marks from their money. They were able to enjoy a lifestyle above their means. As well, Sergei taught her how to make the mark appreciate helping her. Their only failing was separating a mark from his money who had to perform an illegal act to obtain his gift for her. The company complained to the police.

Using these ill gotten gains, they were able to travel in circles that had big untapped sources of Funds. Their first victim was a Russian who liked to watch Sergei make love to her. It took a little time but eventually they were able to find out where his accounts were and the all important passwords. Margrete was able to enter the accounts and put every third deposit into a series of accounts belonging to them. They had made one error. The Russian was a money man for the mob. His death was very painful. Sergei fled to Argentina. The mob found him and even the promise to give the money back did not help him. 

By this time, the police had arrested her for fraud. While waiting for her bail hearing, she heard a couple of officers talking about the death of a Russian money man. Time was at the essence. She switched identities with her cellmate who was slated to go to some psychological institute. Margrete was sure that the Russians would not look for her there, although she wondered if her cellmate's death was caused by the Russians. 

"Ms. Dragon, you'll be going with Dr. Paquette," said McPherson. 

She rose by leaning towards the men such that her breasts, especially her nipples, seemed to rub their chests then bringing her legs underneath her hips. Everyone including Charmine and McPherson were mesmerized. She glanced at her luggage but before she could act one of the workers stepped forward.

"Bellissima, let me help you," said the worker. He was short barely taller than Charmine. His hair was black to go with his dark eyes, mused Charmine. He picked up Dragon's luggage with ease and loaded Charmine's car. Margrete Dragon smiled before kissing the worker and entering the car. As a result, Charmine thought that any brain cells the worker had left were totally destroyed. Almost as confirmation, she saw that the worker was rooted to the parking lot as they drove away. 

This is a day of surprises, thought Charmine. First she had found that Margrete had been missed in the transfer of patients to other institutions. Then when they stopped to get groceries, Margrete knew what to pick plus she paid for all the purchases. Charmine wondered where she obtained the cash as patient's funds were kept by cashiers and only given to the patient when they were allowed to exit the hospital on a day pass. The next shocker was that Margrete was an excellent cook although she asked why Charmine's kitchen utensils were still in their original wrappings. Charmine decided to question Margrete later as she was tired after eating the meal. 

Margrete woke her and led her to one of the upstairs bathrooms. Charmine felt her clothes being removed. Then Margrete proceeded to undress causing Charmine to gasp. Her naked body was a work of art. Charmine felt drawn to the huge breasts highlighted by loose blond hair and a bare vagina joined by well toned legs. Margrete helped her into the bathtub and joined her. Both women washed each other's hair then using a cloth began to clean each other. 

Much to Charmine's surprise, Margrete was an excellent lover. For the first time in her life, the secret of her clit was unlocked. She was in a different universe with flashing yellow lights. The bathroom was left behind although she was aware of sucking Margrete's nipple. Eventually, she began to shudder, gasping then felt herself go limp. Her hands squeezed Margrete's breast before she collapsed spent on her lover. Even when Margrete dried her, she had another orgasm. She fell into a deep sleep after another massive orgasm when they went to bed. Never in her life had she been so aroused and so satiated. 

The next two years produced a new lifestyle for Charmine. Margrete took complete control. She dressed and undressed Charmine, bought clothes, although Charmine thought the new look was too young for her. Thanks to Margrete's excellent culinary skills soft curves replaced old angular parts of her body. Secretly, Charmine was pleased because when they went to malls or other public places, both men and women ogled her as well as Margrete. The new image gave her more confidence to begin working on her novel, "Female Serial Killer." She was happy that she did not have to think about the mundane items of life but could concentrate on her task of researching and writing her novel. As well, thanks to Porter's error, Margrete was able to enjoy life without the fear of some authority putting her back into an institution. 

It did not concern Margrete that she thought of Charmine as more of a daughter than a lover or that she was involved in an incestuous relationship. Absentmindedly she stroked Charmine's hair not feeling aroused as her breast was being suckled. Margrete had found a paste that hardened her nipples and gave the appearance of being sexually excited. Both were naked. Margrete admired Charmine's new figure. Her hair was no longer like straw but more silken, dark brown and making its way down her back. Margrete stroked her round ass no longer were bones protruding but instead presented a heart shaped invitation to be touched. Even Charmine's breasts were no longer the size of oranges but more like grapefruits. The new Charmine was a passionate, sexy plaything. It was almost like an artist following in love with a new creation, Margrete thought. Charmine sifted such that Margrete could run her fingers along the slit until she found the clit. Charmine moaned and pressed herself into a willing breast. Margrete speculated that it was the time to find another venue for her lover/daughter.

After a period of careful researching, she found a social club that would serve both of their purposes. The club was called the Outcasts. She hacked into the website using the knowledge gained from studying Quantum computers. Sergei had always said she was a genius, when it came to modifying applications.

The membership list surprised her because it was composed of professional women who were lesbians. As well, a large number were in the upper levels of law enforcement and this piqued her interest. Margrete enrolled them and was able to have their membership approved by hacking into the approval process. 

Once they were members it was not difficult to throw parties for selected members. Party invitations became eagerly sought after. This was due in part to Margrete's culinary skills but also, the house's location on a cul-de-sac that afforded privacy. These career women were very careful about engaging in an activity that would jeopardize their livelihoods. 

It wasn't until the fourth party that Margrete put the second part of her plan into action. She had cultivated the friendship of Vivian and Gail. Both women were agents of police intelligence units. Margrete speculated that by using their laptops, she would be able to make discrete inquires on whether or not the Russian mob was still active. It helped that the women were never more than a few feet from their workstations. 

Vivian was eager to have oral sex. Margrete had put a firm pillow underneath her hips that caused Vivian to push her shoulders into the bed. Oral sex was one of Margrete's better methods of gaining control of the lovemaking. Most women could hardly wait until Margrete engaged into a method of bringing them to a climax. In this case, Gail liked to use some form of aid while Margrete serviced Vivian. A glance to the rear showed a large dildo strapped to Gail's hips. Lubricant was used both on the dildo and Margrete's anal cavity.

The size of the dildo worried Margrete. She felt the artificial phallus device being forced into her ass. There was some pain but the lubricant seemed to be working. Vivian bucked as Margrete pressed harder into her vagina. Her anal channel felt full as Gail pushed more robustly. Eventually her pain decreased as the dildo went further up the channel. Gail reached around Margrete's hips and began to message her clit. This time Margrete was truly aroused. Vivian wrapped her hands around Margrete's head in order to push the eager tongue further into her vagina. Suddenly, they began to climax. Juices flowed from Vivian's abused vagina covering Margrete's face. Gail climaxed and grasping Margrete's breasts pushed herself into a sweaty back. This time Margrete had a bonus. Her climax caught her by surprise because it was unusual. She rarely had an orgasm. 

After they had recovered. Margrete retrieved a thermos and glasses. The women drank greedily knowing that whatever Margrete offered was good. Unknown to the women the drink contained a cocktail of drugs that would cause them to drop into a deep slumber for a short period. Margrete made the night nurse her lover at the institution and learnt how to make this sleeping potion without leaving residual effects. The nurse gave this concoction to other patients because she did not like to be interrupted when they were engaged in lovemaking. 

It was easy to bypass their passwords and access the files she needed. However, it was only when she reached Interpol that she was able to answer her questions. There she found that Interpol speculated that this branch of the Russian mob were wiped out by the Chinese Triads. She felt relieved with the knowledge that she could continue with the rest of her plan. Hurriedly, she backed out of the files and wiped all traces of her inquiries from both laptops. 

Reaching the living room she observed Charmine sitting on Gerri Dublinkski's lap having a conversation with other women around the coffee table. She kissed Charmine and saw her winch as Gerri squeezed her breast. Margrete thought that Gerri was possessive when it came to Charmine. This was good because another piece of her plan was coming together. 

"Charmine, I need help to put the food on the table." She smiled when Gerri debated whether she wanted to release her grip on Charmine's breast. Eventually Charmine followed her into the kitchen.

The next few months were boring to Charmine as Margrete did not throw any parties. She thought she could invite Gerri to dine with them but Margrete was not in the mood to have guests. Although she took Charmine to Boston occasionally, Charmine was left to her own pursuits. Something was up but she didn't know what.

Charmine was surprised when she answered the door to find Gerri on the other side. As usual Charmine was naked. Gerri wrapped her arms around her and issued a passionate kiss before entering.

"Gerri, thanks for coming. Charmine would you get us drinks?"

Margrete like Charmine was nude. However, she had a tinge of jealousy. Gerri's eyes were solely devouring Charmine. But she thought this was the time to move to another life. Gerri would take good care of Charmine and as the President of medium sized trucking line, she was used to solving a range of obstacles. 

"I need a favour," began Margrete.

"If I can, depending what it is," Gerri said carefully.

"I want to get back into the computer business. This will involve me moving to Toronto, Canada. I don't think it's fair to put more stress on Charmine, moving to a new city and me being away as I try to get a business off the ground.

"With that in mind, would you move into here and look after Charmine for awhile?"

Charmine was upset. It bothered her that Margrete thought that she was incapable of looking after herself. She was about to voice her objections when she glanced at Gerri. Gerri was smiling almost like she had been given the best present ever. Charmine remained silent.

"What happens if I don't want to give her back?" Gerri demanded.

"I'm sure that we will come to that bridge sooner than later. Right now, I need to solve the now problem," replied Margrete.

"It's ok with me. When are you leaving?"

"Next week but I wonder if you can take Charmine to your place tonight. I have to settle a few issues and I won't have too much time for her," said Margrete.

Charmine liked living with Gerri. Although Gerri was possessive, she was not controlling. The only carry over from living with Margrete was that she was required to be in the nude when she was in the house. She bought clothes that suited her and pleased Gerri. As well, Gerri treated her as a lover not a daughter. However, her research had raised an issue that a blond person was sought for unsolved murders in Toronto. Could this be Margrete? Gerri began to massage her clit disrupting her train of thought...



The Secret



"Let me tell you a secret." I blush and my pores raise as he comes up behind and whispers in my ear, without touching me. I could almost hear the mischievous smile in his voice. 

It had been so long, him being in the army made our relationship strained and opportunities for playtime few and far in between. But when I felt his commanding presence, heard his teasing words, inhaled the scent of him and felt his strong hands on me, I knew having him whenever I could was better than not at all. 

"What's that, Sir?" I say shakily, as I feel my skin tingling for him to touch me and my cunt throbbing in anticipation. 

"My cock wants some attention." He says, whispering still. 

I giggle. "Is that so?"

"Yes it's so." He retorts. "From you."

I spin around to face him, brush my hair to the side and shift uncomfortably, looking up into his deep set blue eyes. He was smirking as he reached down to run his fingers through my black hair and pull me closer so that my body pressed into his. 

He grins. "I have an idea...how about I give you some free playtime to play with my cock however you like? A bit of a reward for your good behaviour and commitment."

A shy smile curls on my face, and I bite my lip, trying to hide my enthusiasm.

"What if you don't enjoy it Sir?" After all my lessons in control, some of which left harsh physical reminders on my small frame, I had my doubts that I would please him. 

"I will let you know or you can always ask my permission."

"OK Sir, I want you on the chair."

He obliges and sits on the lone chair at the foot of our bed. He looks relaxed with his bare back slightly slumped on the chair back and his long legs wide open. "But I want you naked, how I like you best."

I stand in front of him and take off my white satin nightie, to reveal my dark erect nipples. I slowly peel off my pink lace panties. He watches me attentively and grins, as his eyes glaze over my thick, curvy body that was so pleasing to him.

I fall to my knees in front on him and place my hands on my thighs, looking up admiringly at him; up at his broad shoulders and square torso. I remember what I have learnt. 

"May I take it out Sir?"

"Yes." 

I unzip his pants and slide my hand into the opening, grabbing his half erect cock. I begin to stroke it slowly up and down the shaft and I see him watching down at me, eyes narrowing in pleasure. Soon I take it out its confinement, and begin stroking it vigorously as it grows harder in my hand. He enjoys the sensation, throwing his head back. I sit back on my heels and wrap my two small hands around it, pumping it. I bite my lip and look up at him. My eyes are filled with lust at the sight of its thick deliciousness and I seek permission again as I fantasize about it pounding my hungry cunt. 

"Can I touch myself, Sir?"

He grins. "Yes, and spit on it, get some lube on there."

I hastily slide my hand down my belly and shove two fingers into my slippery cunt. My thighs were already stained by my wetness as I spread my legs further apart. As I held firm to his cock I look up at him with my large brown doe eyes, move my head forward and let spit drip slowly from my lips to his cock, leaving a strand of spit connecting the two. 

"Mmm...good girl, very sexy."

I pump faster and gasp as I pleasure myself. 

He grins. "I missed you my disgusting little slut...and by that I mean disgustingly sexy, disgustingly horny and disgustingly loyal."

"Fuck Sir, you know how to get to me. I want your cock in me." I almost plead.

"Which hole?" He teases. 

"Whichever one you want Sir, all three are yours." I say meekly. 

"I know that, but you're the one asking for it."

I look away as his eyes pierce into me, warranting my answer. My face burns in embarrassment. 

"I know what you're thinking. You want it in your pussy don't you?" 

"I want it where it pleases you, Sir." I begin a slow, teasing stroke on his cock.

"I bet you're sitting there holding my hard cock, imagining it in your pussy...imagining sitting on it, every bit of it inside of you. Riding it, losing control like you always want to, bouncing on it, fucking it and punishing your own pussy with a deep painful but arousing fuck."

"I want you on the bed, Sir." I beg, as his words hit my G spot. 

He sits up and his cock slides out of my hand. He positions himself sitting near the middle of the bed. I spread my legs and climb onto him, letting his hard cock rest on my wet entrance. I pause momentarily to see his cock extend all the way past my belly button. I slowly begin to move my hips, my slippery slit rubbing up and down its veiny exterior from head to base. I was torturing myself more than anything else. I begin moaning. 

Suddenly my little game is interrupted as he grabs my throat to look me in the eyes. "Do it."

I wrap my hands around his neck to steady myself as I slide his cock into me inch by inch. My breathing quickens as it stretches me. I thrust my hips forcefully onto its length, every time it fills me up I let out a muffled scream. My cunt walls shudder in ecstasy. He watches down at me fucking myself on him, as his pink member disappears in and out my brown cunt. 

"Rub my clit." I command, with a pained expression on my face. I was so close to cumming around him that I lost control.

"Are you telling me what to do?"

I stop riding him, but leave his cock in balls deep. I feel my cunt juices drip onto them. I look at his stern expression and look away, slighted. Yet I was feeling playful and fearless. I put my head on his shoulder and whisper in his ear, "Maybe." 

"Just because we have play time, it doesn't mean that you can tell me what to do." He shakes his head. 

With one swift movement he flips me over so that my ass is in the air. He grabs my hair painfully and pulls my head back so that my ear is by his mouth. 

"Maybe we should stop fucking for tonight." He whispers threateningly. 

Then I feel him slide his steel head on the entrance of my pussy, trailing wetness to my tight asshole where he pushes it against. My body shudders in fright as I recall my painful anal experience a few weeks ago.

"Or maybe I should fuck you here where it hurts."

"I'm sorry, Sir, please don't." I feel my eyes welling up with tears as I look back at him.

"Hmmm." He smirks and grabs hold of my ass cheeks. With one hard thrust he slides the length of his cock into my pussy, much to my relief.

Without hesitation he begins pounding into me like a piston in an engine, with almost animalistic aggression that I fell forward a few times and had to steady myself. I screamed out as he painfully slammed into my cervix. He digs his nails into my fleshy caramel thighs and I feel my breasts ache from being flung around from the ruthless fucking. He was not gentle as he grunted and cursed in sadistic pleasure. 

"Now cum, slut."

I squeeze my eyes together and concentrate on the sensation of his cock in me, extracting enjoyment amidst the pain I was feeling. I dared not displease him a second time. Soon I felt my cunt pulse around his cock and he withdrew it despite me pushing back all I could onto him. I felt the intense pressure on my lower abdomen ease as three spurts of squirt juice shot out of me, wetting his cock, dripping down my thighs and creating a huge wet spot that was quickly spreading between us on the sheets. 

I remained on all fours, panting, exhausted and dazed. I turned around to see him smiling.

"Did I please you Sir?" I ask excitedly.

"No, because my slut is using her mouth to speak while she should be cleaning me with it. Clean your mess off me."

I lunge forward to his kneeling frame. My body rests on the damp spot as I take his still hard, now glistening cock into my mouth and look up at him as I lick it clean.



The Secret



I am a first time writer and I would like a few comments on how to make my story better. Thanking you in advance. - Incestualgirl

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As Nicola walked through the door she could hear noises coming from somewhere in the house. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened carefully. It sounded like muffled moans but she couldn't be sure. She followed the noise up the stairs and around to her mother's room. She could hear grunts and moans and as the door was slightly open so she stuck her head in out of pure curiosity. What she saw shocked her and at the same time sent a tingle through the young girl's body. At 18 she was 5'6" and had developed quickly, with nice pair of full tits, long brown hair and long tanned legs with a tight shapely ass attached. She was beginning to notice men, women and children looking at her in ways she never noticed before. But she was not ready for what greeted her as she peeked around the door.

Her mother was straddling someone with her back to the door. Who? She could not see, but she could clearly see the 8-inch cock on which she was impaled. She was bouncing up and down swaying her head from side to side moaning and groaning. With words like,

"That's it baby mmmm yeah oh yeah fuck me oh fuck me honey."

Her mother loved every minute of this skewering and Nicola knew it. The cock was moving fast into her as she bounced up and down on it. Nicola could clearly hear the squelching from the cock mashing into the soaking wet pussy of her mother's. Lana was gripping her ass as she rocked and bounced on this magnificent cock that had Nicola mesmerised. 

Then she heard it. She could not believe it but she was certain. She heard her 19-year-old brother, Ken's voice, and he said 

"Oh mom oh yeah mom that's so good fuck me oh yeah f...fuck me." 

Nicola nearly lost her balance as she leaned in the door when she heard this. She wanted to scream but her throat tightened up and to make matters worse she could feel herself getting hotter and sweatier as she watched her mother's beautiful frame bound up and down on her brother's cock. She envied her mother's body and looks, even though Nicola made grown men stir in their pants. Her mother, Lana was 47, 5'8" with a 32D-24-34 figure. Her long wavy fair hair cascaded over her shoulders and her ass was still pert and firm even after 2 kids.

Nicola couldn't help herself as she walked into the room wanting to scream at them but she couldn't. Unknowingly to herself her hand had made its way to her young tight cunt and was rubbing it through her shorts. She had started to play with herself ever since that night at a friend's sleep over when they sneaked some boys into the room. One of the boys from her class had played with her tits and pussy and she had liked the feelings it produced. So now here she was walking to the bed with her hand rubbing slowly over her wet vaginal opening as her mom and brother fucked each other. The all of a sudden her mom's head spun around. But she was in the middle of her first orgasm and could do nothing but scream out her daughter's name as she came. Ken had no idea that his sister was there and replied with, 

"Yes mom I wanna fuck her too oh yes mom you want her just as bad as me."

This burned Nicole's ears but she could not move from the spot she was in. Her mother recovered quickly from her ordeal and jumped off her son's cock leaving him confused. That was when Ken seen his sister. She was still standing there with her hand no longer moving but still on her cunt with a visible wet patch under it. Lana stood there naked in front of her young daughter. She held out her arms and said,

"Oh baby I am so sorry but it was only a matter of time before you found out dear. However, I would have liked to do it in a more less awkward way." 

Her young girl had grown up enough that now was the right time to introduce her to the family secret. Ken had only found out a week before and she hoped Nicola would be as willing to the idea of incest as much as Ken was. She explained also that she had involved them a little earlier than she had expected because of their father dieing only 2 years before. She explained how lonely she had got without their father around to comfort her in their big cold bed at night.

This she said as she stroked her son's still hard cock. Nicola could not take her eyes of her brother's hard member and as she guessed, the secret was that her mother's own family had been indulging in this taboo act for many years. Also it had been Lana's wish to carry on the tradition and even get her children involved with their aunts and uncles. Nicola was still confused by the idea especially since she had just watched her mother come while fucking her sibling senseless. Her mother told her that sex was an act between two people (or more) that loved each other and who can love each other more than one's own family. This settled Nicola for the time being. Just then Lana realised her son was close and she told the young virgin girl to take hold of his cock and she directed her through the steps of how to make a man or boy come. Nicola had never seen a hard cock before and she marvelled in its feel. Her mother went around the other side of the bed and held her girl's hand as she pulled on her brother's young hard prick, which was still wet and slimy from her mother's cum only moments before. Lana did not want them to disappoint her family when she brought them into the fun. She wanted them to be able to satisfy her brothers, her sister, her parents and thes who had also become accustomed to this depravity.

As she stroked his cock her mother instructed her to lean forward and gently taste the head of his cock. Nicola felt the texture and taste of his used cock, which she found intriguing and searched a little more with her open mouth as Lana played with his bulging testicles. Ken was in heaven; here he had two gorgeous women playing with his cock and he loved it. Lana was impressed by her girl's willingness and encouraged her to take as much as she could into her mouth. Her son groaned and grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet as Nicola took 4-inches into her sweet hot soft mouth. Lana got up from where she was kneeling and walked around the back of her daughter. She whispered in her ear that she would make her feel as good as Ken and proceeded to take off her young daughter's shorts and panties as Nicola moved to accommodate her mother. Then Lana pulled off her young girl's blouse and realised her she had no bra on. This made the oversexed mother even wetter as she coaxed her daughter on to the bed so that she was on all fours sucking on her brother cock. Nicola scooped her hair to one side so as too not have it in her way. Then she realised that her legs where being spread and that her mother had begun to play with her young pussy. Her pussy was still quite hairless but it had begun to sprout some dark hairs and it looked so inviting. The attentions of her mother made her suck more intently on her brother's firm shaft. Her mother looked at this sexy young pussy, which was already starting to get wet with cunt juice and was in awe at how beautiful it was. She remembered how she would sneak into Nicole's room and pull off her panties and gaze at it with wonder and now, here it was only a couple of inches from her face begging to be sucked. She spread the pink puffy lips apart and licked from her clit to her anus. This sent a shock wave through the young vixen's body. She took a deep breath and continued pleasuring her older sibling. He was nearly there and was arching his back trying to fuck his sister's mouth. Lana then inserted a finger into the young girl's wanton pussy and continued to lick her anus. She then followed that with a second and pushed in as far as she could until she hit a stop. It was then that she realised her daughter was still a virgin. It was not that she had thought Nicola had had sex it just had never dawned on her before. She continued to probe her cunt and brown cavity as Nicola sucked greedily on Ken's cock. Moans and groans filled the air and he was urging his young sister on,

"Suck hard sis oh yeah Nicola mm yeah suck harder Nicola oh its so good sis mmm I'm nearly there." 

When Lana heard that she shot up from her daughter's exquisite cunt to get some sperm in her mouth. She so liked the taste of it. She encouraged her young girl on and told her how good come tasted and felt as it flowed down your throat and chin, and that she'd love it! Nicola pulled and sucked on his prick until he arched his back and froze. Then he was there with a, 

"Ohh nnnggghh I'm cumming mom I'm cuummmmminnng in her mouth mmm oohh Nicola yeahhh mmm fuck ohh yeah keep sucking mmm yeah." 

Lana's eyes opened like saucers as she watch her daughter swallow as much as she could. But Ken's young testicles had been building up so much his jets were long and full. Jet after jet of hot gooey come shot down the hot little vixen's throat that she nearly gagged. But she wanted too much to impress her mother that she held back. As she continued to suck on his cock as it began to go limp and she let in flop from her mouth with a gasp of breath. She and her delightful mother looked straight into one another's eyes and embraced each other in a passionate filled kiss, sharing her brother's fluids with her very horny mother. They kissed each other so hard and so vigorous it was like they were two long lost lovers who had been waiting so long to be back together again. They enthralled each other and Ken moved off the bed to give them room. He went over and sat in the rocking chair that was in the corner, still totally naked of course as they both whispered how much they loved each other and how they would do anything for each other. As they kissed Lana took the young girls hand and placed on the older woman's drenched pussy. Nicola could feel the warmth and moistness of the slit. She slowly stuck one of her fingers into her mother's snatch as Lana crooned and arched her back to meet the little didget that was invading her. Lana then kissed Nicola on her neck and slowly nibbled her ear lobe. Nicola giggled with the ticklish feeling as her mother moved down further to the young girl's breasts. They were both breathing hard as they realised how turned on they both were. Lana then nibbled on Nicola breasts as she slipped her finger into Nicole's pussy. Nicola was beginning to moan as she began to feel the pleasure welling up inside her. Lana then made her way down to the sweet pussy, which she had only just got a taste for. Nicola was so nearly there and she arched her back to meet her mother's searching tongue.

Just then they heard the phone began to ring. Ken jumped from the rocking chair and answered it as the phone startled the two girls. It was the principal of his and Nicole's school. He wanted to talk to their mother but there was no need to worry, as it wasn't anything serious. It was about some PTA meeting but it was enough of an interruption to take the heat out of the proceedings. Lana was the secretary of the parents committee so she had to sort one or two things out. She kissed her son and daughter and told them that they were not to speak of this to anyone. They were also not to play with each other unless she was there because she wanted to teach them and she did not want them to get into any bad habits, which would mean they would not make good enough lovers for her family. She also wanted Nicole's virginity in tact for when they visited their grandparent's house. Lana wanted her daughter broken in by Lana's father, John. She wanted her daughter to feel the special feeling of losing her virginity as she did. The two of them understood and went to there own rooms. 

But Ken could not wait. He wanted his younger sibling so much. When their mother had left the house Ken wandered into his sister's room and found her naked hungrily licking her fingers and hands. She had just finished having a wank but he did not know this. As he walked towards her he said,

"Nicola I know what Mom said but I do want to play with you again, so much."

Nicola was now obviously very turned on and welcomed her brother with open arms as he flopped onto the bed beside her. Her hand instantly was on his prick, which was already rock hard. They kissed each other and were moaning softly as she rubbed his crotch and he began to play with her now pointing nipples. As she began to unzip his trousers and she felt his fingers part her folds and rub her clit. She then pulled out his throbbing member and jerked him with her little fist. Nicola then reminded her brother they could not fuck. Ken was clearly frustrated by this but soon didn't care as his mind came back to the young hand on his pulsing prick. Nicola then begged her brother to suck her cunt but he had a better idea. He got her up and lay on his back as he told her to straddle his face and suck his cock while he tongued her clit. Ken had seen this on a video he found in his mom's room. Soon Nicola was bucking against Ken's face as he fucked her mouth. In the space of two hours she had gone from knowing very little about sex to being completely obsessed by it. As they sucked and licked Ken began to cry out his nearing orgasm,

"Ohh yeah sis mm suck my prick I'm gonna cum mmm yeah please sis ohh yeah."

Her brother's words urged her on and were enough to send her over the edge as she felt him gush into her mouth. He came with a torrent of cum that shot into her waiting mouth. She gulped down his salty excretion and soon was splashing into and onto her brother's mouth and face. 

"Ohh fuck Ken ohh yeah mm suck me bro ooh yeah mmm fuck... fuck ohh yeah ohh god Ken I love this mmm yeah."

The two siblings exhausted from their playing slowly found their way back to one another's mouth and embrace as they mixed each other's juices. Again Nicola savoured her taste and her brothers as they both fell asleep holding each other. 

While all this was going on in Lana's house there was some fun to be had in her childhood home. Her sister, Marie, had decided to drop in and found her younger brother, Daniel, sucking on his mother's cunt. As she walked in she responded with, 

"Mmm what do we have here?" 

Her mother's eyes shot open and greeted her youngest daughter with a welcoming smile. Marie was quite similar of her sister except had one child who was 18, Karen, and was 5'9." She had a superb body 38D-26-36. All of Daniel's friends fancied the arse off both his sisters but especially 45-year-old "sis" Marie. Daniel was 36 6'1" with an athletic build. He was quite tanned and had that classic chiselled jaw that ran through all the males of the McConnell family. As for his mother, Elaine, she was 65, 5'6" and could still attract the men with her 34DD-26-34 sexy body. She looked after herself very well and as she well knew sex is the best exercise anybody can do and in her family she had enough of that to make sure she was always in shape.

From Marie's vantage point she could see Daniel's long 9-inch member hanging down between his legs as he slurped on his mother well used pussy. She reached under him and slowly ran her fingers up and down it as he greeted her with a muffled, 

"Hi sis" and she replied back, "Hi bro." 

There was a special connection between him and his sister as she was the first to bring him into to the family joys when he was 18. He would never forget her for this and figured he owed her for this. Then she reached into one of the nearby bedside drawers and pulled out a 12-inch black dildo. She also took out some lubricant as she remembered how much he liked to be fucked up the ass by not only dildos but also his father and the dog, which was out in the back yard. She lubed up his ass with her two middle fingers and then the dildo. She then slowly inserted the long thick rubber cock up his ass as he moaned into his mother's open cunt. Elaine could see everything Marie was doing and told her daughter, 

"That's it my sweet fuck his ass oohh yeah fuck him as he sucks my cunt mmm he is a cunt sucking ass fucking bastard oohhh yeah keep it up mmm fuck him fuck him." 

Marie loved hearing her mother talk like that and reamed her brothers ass while he sucked harder on his mother cunt. The sight was amazing and all Daniel could do was fuck back onto the long dildo, which by now he was taking about 8-inches of, and suck on his mother cunt as she came in his mouth with suck intensity. 

"Ohhh I'm ccummmmminnnngg ohhh fffuuucckkk suck my cunt mmmm you dirty fuck suuccckkk ooohhh my baby mm suck mommy's cunt mmm"

Daniel's mouth and face was covered with his mother juice as his sister fucked him harder as she got so turned on by the sight of her mother cumming all over her brother face. She had seen this many times before but it was still unbelievably arousing to watch it. While he cleaned his mother's cunt with his tongue and mouth his sister slowed down her fucking then Daniel turned his head to let Marie know he was ready. She slowly but surely quickened the pace at which she fucked his tight muscular ass. His mother had got up from in front of him and slid herself under his hanging cock. So now here this young man was straddling his mother while getting ass fucked by his sister with a big black rubber cock. Marie moved her leg up and down between her mother's crotch and slid it up and down over her clit. Her shin was rubbing hard against her mother's clit as she impaled her younger brother. He was moaning loud now screaming,

"Yes Marie fuck me oohhh yes fuck my ass you bitch mmm I want it so much ohhh Marie mm fuck me mmm oohh yes yes..." 

He was nearing orgasm as his sister fucked him hard and deep. 

"Mmmm mom ohhh I'm gonna cum ooohh fuck mmm mom Marie mom mom ohhh yes mmm fuck me fuck me mmm" he yelled. 

Then he came hard whimpering as his sister pulled in and out of his overused ass. Hot thick globs of cum shot into his mother's mouth as she swallowed in vein trying to get every last drop into her stomach. Then he collapsed onto the bed exhausted as he always is after a good ass fucking and his mother let his cock fall from her cum drenched mouth and hands. Marie then pulled the shit-covered dildo from his ass and offered it to her mother to lick it clean. Elaine took it deep into her mouth as she cleaned all of her sons shit from the long thick fake cock. As she stood up his mother looked triumphantly at her young daughter as she said,

"Come here my sweet and get what you deserve."

Then she gave her a taste of her brothers cum and shit as she kissed her daughter hard flicking their tongues, mashing the lips and grunting and growling as they savoured the flavour of the young mans cock and ass. Marie still had the dildo in her hands and she placed it against her mother's already soaking cunt. Her mother moaned hungrily into her child's mouth as she felt the think long shaft slip into her sopping hungry cunt. She reached down and held it in place as her daughter quickly hopped out of her clothes. She fell back onto the double bed and Daniel gave them room as he turned around to enjoy the show. His sister was pushing the dildo in and out of her mother as the kissed feverously. Elaine pulled her daughter tight to her as she fondled her ass and pulled on her back almost trying to fuck her whole body. 

While this was going on Daniel's young virile shaft was beginning to get life back into it. He sat on the side of the bed stroking his cock as his mother and sister got very hot and heavy. Now they were locked in the classic sixty-nine position, heads bobbing between spread thighs, the sound of tongues and lips working their magic rising above the stillness of a country afternoon. Breasts flattened against bellies, their bodies moving together, fingers caressing firm bottoms, thighs shifting open then closing, muffled groans filling the room. She was really working her mother's cunt hard and as sucking hard on her clit as her mother growled into her daughter's cunt. Her mother had her pussy lips pulled apart as she tongue fucked her sexy daughter. She inserted two fingers into her soaking cunt and slowly bent them back and forth over the G-spot. Marie was crooning, 




The Secret



"Oh mom oh mom suck my cunt mmm yes mmmm oohh mom I love you ohhh please mm," 

and her mother was grunting and moaning back as she sucked hard on Marie's clit. Her young child was nearing the peak and had forgotten about her mother's pleasure as Marie's eyes glazed over with pure ecstasy as she screamed,

"Ohhh mom I am cumming oh suck my cunt mmm ohhh yes mom oohh fuck me mm yes god mmm." 

Now Marie, she was a squirter and Daniel knew this as he put his mouth and face beside his mother's, and squirt she did, all over her mother's and brothers face mouth and chest as her juices gushed out from her cunt. Her mother was growling back at her, 

"Mmmm baby cum on me like you do mmm baby come on mommy's face all over mommy's face mm yes." 

Daniel loved the taste of his sister's cunt and caught one full lot of cum juice right on his tongue. Marie was wracked by and awesome orgasm as she was licked clean by her hungry mother. Then Marie flopped totally fucked as she resumed fucking her mother with the long dildo. Elaine took about 10 inches of the fake fuck rod up her fuck hole as she arched her back and screamed and howled loudly into her daughter's cunt. 

"Oh Marie my sweet baby fuck mommy's cunt mm yes suck on my clit ooh I'm gonna cum oh yeah you fucking slut suck my cunt."

When her daughter heard these words she went wild and completely impaled her Elaine on the 12 inches of the rubber dong. With lust burning deep in her loins she fucked her mother to a spine shattering orgasm, which Marie gladly cleaned up. 

Daniel by now had already gained most of his strength back and moved around behind his sister. Elaine watched as her hot young son slid his thick member into his sister's pussy. Marie let and audible moan escape her lips as she felt her pussy lips being stretched. And Elaine egged on her son,

"That's it baby fuck up the cunt mm yeah fuck the horny bitch ohhh baby really let her have it"

Marie did love Daniel so more than anyone else in the family and wanted his cum in her. She lunged back onto his lump of cock meat as he pushed into her. The two met with a loud slap and a pair of growls like two dogs in heat. Daniel moved in and out of his sister slowly and then gathered momentum. His balls were slapping off her pussy lips and clit sending streams of pleasure through his sister's body. Elaine was not idle during all this she was soaking his gonads and lapping up as the female cum juice still visibly running down her daughter's leg. Marie could take very little more and clamped her mouth around her mother's now empty cunt so she could suck all her mother's juices out. Daniel asked for the dildo so he could ream his sister's ass. Marie gladly handed him the, cum and shit covered fake prick. Daniel spit down to his sister's ass and violently shoved the well-lubricated dildo up her ass. Marie jumped forward as she felt her ass nearly spilt. The jolt caused her to suck hard on her mother's clit who in turn took a deep breath as she clamped onto Daniel's balls with her lips. He then lunged forward again and started the whole domino effect all over again. Daniel could feel the thickness of the dildo through the thin membrane separating his sister's cunt and bowels. The continued to fuck wildly, as they all came within minutes, this time like one unison choir, as they cried out. It was a simultaneous explosion of lust as all three of their pumping bodies exploded with the power of their orgasms. Daniel kneeled behind his sister and she could feel hid godlike masculinity pulsating in her throbbing wet cunt hole. 

All three toppled onto the bed as the dildo fell from Marie's ass with an audible plop. Cum was oozing from Marie's cunt and dribbling from Daniel cock. They were all completely fucked out, as they lay exhausted on the bed kissing and fondling all they could reach.

Then all three of them decided to clean themselves up. Elaine then informed her daughter as to why she and Daniel were fucking when she came in. Normally there was no reason behind sex in their family but this was a good one. Lana had rang and informed her mother that she had a very important announcement and she wanted all the family, who knew of the family secret, to be present the following day at 2pm. They then told her that they assumed Ken and Nicola had been informed of the secret and they were going to be let in on the fun. Daniel said how they then talked about the things they would like to do to both children and so on. This obviously had inflamed their arousing. Marie was visibly turned on by this and decided to go home to tell her loving husband and daughter of the fun to be had the next day. 

Marie's husband Mike was a strong tanned man of Irish/Italian back round and stood 5'11" tall. He had a 9-inch cock, which was 4 inches in diameter and would split a horse into two. Young Karen had become accustomed to her father babies arm and loved the feeling of rocking back and forth on it as it pressed against her clit and ass when she fucked him. Karen was 5'6 and was an absolute vision. All the men in the family loved fucking such a young girl and had been doing so ever since she was informed of the family secret less than a year before. She had developed into quite a beautiful young lady. Her tits overflowed in a D-cup and she had a 26-inch waist along with a curvy 30-inch ass. Her long wavy fair hair flowed over her shoulders and she loved the feel of it tossing from side to side while she played with it.

Meanwhile at Lana's house she was getting her kids ready for the big introduction. They were watching hot video's, which had all manner of sex practices going on in them. The three sat on a couch naked as they watch the depravity on the screen. Lana sat between her two children and talked them through all the scenes on the screen. She held her sons cock in one and a played with her daughter's clit with the other. All the while the two children where listening intently to their mother and fingering her cunt and sucking on her nipples. It all got a little too much too handle and they got too aroused. Soon fucking each other and doing everything that was on the screen; except of course Nicola and Ken fucking! Nicola got off her side and walked around kneeled in front of Ken and took his long cock into her mouth. Lana sat back and fingered her slit as she watch her two offspring get wrapped up in their arousal, all the while reminding them that Nicola could not fuck until her grandfather. Nicola followed her mother's instructions as she expertly played with her brother's testicles and licked up and down on his shaft. Ken was running his fingers trough her hair and guiding her up and down as she started to take his cock into her mouth. Her mother then told her to swallow all of her brother, which she could not. She could get about 4 inches into her mouth but not the full 6. Her mother told her to relax her throat and not to force it. As your natural reaction is to gag it took a bit of coaxing but soon Ken's whole cock was down her throat. She glided up and down on his cock until he could take no more when he exclaimed,

"Oh fuck I'm cumming ohhh Nicola ohhh fuck yes mmm I'm cumming."

In response to this his mother jumped down onto her knees beside her daughter and whipped his cock out of her child hungry jaws. He came like a fountain, 8 strong jets of cum spewed from his cock. While he came his mother spun it around like a hose and his cum went all over both faces mouth and tits. They lapped up all of his cum like two thirst stricken dogs. 

When he was finished they turned to each other and giggled they sort of checked each other out almost making sure one didn't have more come than the other. The room was filled with mmm's and ahhh's as they started licking each other's faces and tits and scooping morsels of cum from each others cleavage and shoulders and feeding it to each other. Nicola then pushed her mother onto her back as she started to kiss down her body. Lana directed her though what to do like,

"Play with my nipples baby mm just like that oohhh yeah mmm just like the video mmm squeeze my nipples honey yes mmm play with mommy's nipples mm bite and suck on them baby make them hard." 

Nicola did just as her mother said and soon had her mother gritting her teeth with enjoyment. Then she told her daughter to go down further but slowly. As she did she kissed and licked all the way down her mother's flat soft skinned belly stopping to play with her belly button. Her mother was arching her back as Nicola reached her hairy mound. Nicola could smell her mother soaking pussy and could not wait to taste it. After she had left her brother and mother that afternoon she had gone into her room to finish off what they had started. While she was playing with her pussy she came like she never did before while masturbating and her hand was completely soaked as where her thighs and ass. Now Nicola had not known but she too was a squirter like her aunt and when she came she could get the strong smell of herself. So she raised her hand up to her face and examined it more closely. She then had a taste and it was good. She completely cleaned her hands and reached down to her cunt for more. Now she thought she wanted to taste her mother. So here she was inches from her mother's cunt feeling her cunt moisten. She looked deeply into mother's eyes slowly closed her and went down lick and kissing till she found her mother's clit and Lana told her that was the right place. She then reminded her young daughter of the video's and to follow what she had been told before. Slowly her mouth began to pick up speed. She was sucking harder and faster on this cunt that tasted even sweeter than her own. Lana was so close and was nearly fucking Nicole's face in desperation to vent how aroused she was. Ken meanwhile was pulling on his cock watching this incestuous bonding. He watched as his mother screamed and yelled,

"Oh my baby I'm gonna cum mm yes suck mommy's clit mmm yes Nicola oh mm honey ohhh fuck mmm," 

as she entered her first orgasm of many she hoped that her daughter would give. Her body was racked by a tremendous spine trembling orgasm. Her body jerked violently and it was all her daughter could do to hold onto her hips as she bucked furiously against her mouth. Nicola licked and sucked on her mom until she came down from the great height she had reached. 

Lana then took hold of her daughter by her head and guided her back to her mouth. She kissed Nicola softly in a show of appreciation for what her daughter had just done for her. Lana could taste her cum on her daughter's lips and tongue and sucked and licked her face and mouth clean. She then proceeded to roll her on her back, as she was about to repay her horny little slut for the tremendous gift she had given her. She kissed and licked down the nape of her neck and lick right down the middle of her cleavage. She was pinching and twisting her daughter's pert rock hard nipples between her fingers. Nicola was whimpering in pleasure and was very close to the edge because of what the evening had done to her. Lana began to lick and gnaw on her young sexy daughter's aureoles and nipples. As she did her hands slid down her hips and began to play with the already hard erect clit and drenched cunt of the young girl under her who she so adored and loved. Nicola let out sighs and little whimper's as her mother teased her clit and pussy. She then entered two fingers into her pussy and Nicola began to buck against her hand as she was enveloped by lust and overcome with arousal. As her mother began to kiss down her belly she ran her fingers through her sexed up mother's hair whispering,

"Yes mom mmm please make your little girl cum mmm I wanna cum in your mouth mm oh mm please taste my sweet mmm." 

These words were like were like music to her ears and she moved quicker down her navel. When she reached her cunt Lana was greeted with a hot wet pussy. She spread her pussy lips apart as Nicola closed her eyes and slowly gave a lick to her virgin daughter's clit. This sent a shock wave through the young pert body of the sex kitten of her daughters. Through all this Ken had regained most of his strength and had a brain wave as he watched his mother's ass sway in the air. He slowly moved behind his mother and placed his young cock at the opening of his mother's cunt. When she felt the touch on her now well-sucked pussy she looked over her shoulder and gave a reassuring nod to her sexy young child. He slowly pushed into her and felt her cunt walls grab him. She moaned into her daughter's pussy as he fell forward into her vaginal cavity. All the while Nicola was moaning and groaning to her mother "yes mom ohhh yes" as the young child neared the climax she so thoroughly deserved. Then it hit with loud shrieks and howls of,

"Ohh mom I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGG OOOHH FUCK MMM YOU CUNT MMM OON MOM MMMM I'M CUMMING SUCK ME MM,"

followed by a murmur of inaudible grunts and growls. Young Nicola nearly went unconscious with this explosion in her body. This was when her mother realised her sexy little daughter was like her sister a squirter. She was overjoyed as two visible spurts gushed from her tight pussy onto and into her mother's mouth and lips. She informed her daughter of this and how she was thrilled but she was in a world of her own. 

Lana was then brought back down to earth as she felt the tremendous thrusts of her son's cock into her pussy. He was ripping her apart and she loved it. Ken had never shown this enthusiasm so far and she was over the moon about it. 

"Ohh baby fuck mommy mmm yes fuck me hard baby cum in me hard mmm." Then she got an idea she wanted to feel his cock up her ass. So she told him so. He followed her commands and spit onto her anus and proceeded to finger her ass as she said. First one finger then two finally he had four fingers up her ass as her slide in and out of her ass and cunt. This was too much for Lanais she came all over her son's cock. Ken felt his mother cunt walls contract and begin to milk his cock. Then he pulled out and placed his well lubricated man sized cock at the rim of her ass. Something came over him and he lunged violently into her hole. Lana shot back to life with a howl. He continued to fuck her fast and furious. She loved every minute of it till finally he came within two minutes of entering her engorged backside. He came with strong powerful gushes of sperm that triggered a new wave of orgasms in his mother. They both collapsed onto the ground completely exhausted but knowing they could go a few more rounds. However Lana decided that they should save their strength for tomorrow because tomorrow they would tell the family that they are to be involved in her families" affairs.

She got Nicola dressed like a naughty, horny little schoolgirl. She had the pleated tartan dress, tight fitting white blouse and dark grey cardigan. She also wore black pop socks held up by a suspender belt with a tiny pair of black lace knickers. Her legs were finished with a pair of high-heeled sandal shoes. Her hair was tied up in pigtails her make-up was applied a little too heavily. She had of course dark red blusher on her cheeks, which matched her lipstick, with thick black mascara and eyeliner. She looked like a right little minx who wanted the principal to punish her. 

Lana was dressed all in black. She wore a long black ¾ length leather jacket under which she looked like a true mistress of S&M, which she was not. She had a black leather corset that hooked to her leather panties, which were hooked around her crotch to the other side. It also had suspenders attached. These wear clasped to a pair of black fishnet stockings and then came the stiletto thigh high boots which finished off the out fit. For this she decided to dye her hair black, which she wore, in a very high ponytail. She had the perfect make-up to finish the outfit with black lipstick, eyeliner and mascara. Both of them looked at each other in the full length mirrors and instantly wanted to tear off the clothes, which they spent hours choosing, and getting into. Ken was given the task of carrying the black bag, which had all the toys in it. They had cock rings, dildos of all shapes and sizes, double dildos, strap on's, vibrators, butt plugs and a mixture of lingerie. In reality they did not have to bring a thing, as the family home was well equipped. Ken got an instant hard on as soon as he seen is mother and sister. Nicola wanted to fuck her brother's brains out there and then because her mother had her so aroused with all the talk of what would go on. 

While Lana and her children were preparing everyone turned up at the family home ready for the occasion. As they entered they greeted each other with loving open mouthed searching kiss's and, getting a few quick feels and fondles along the way. Garth, who was Lana's brother, and his wife Becky were there. He was 28 and, just like his younger brother Daniel in build and looks except he had one of the biggest dicks anyone in their family had ever seen. It was 11 inches long and had enough cum in it to drench all the faces of his family in one go. Becky was the typical blonde bimbo who loved cock and cunt alike. She was 5'10" with legs that never seemed to stop and a 36D-27-36 body to die for. Becky looked good in anything and she knew it, but never the less, a cock was a cock and a pussy was a pussy, and as long as she was in this family she would do anything they wanted and she loved it. She stood there in a long white form fitting dress under which her sexy outfit could be clearly seen. She wore a white silk bra and silk panties. She also had on a garter belt, which was attached to two long white silk stockings, which were capped off by two high heeled white shoes. She looked good enough to eat, as she would find out later. 

Marie and Mike were there along with their young 15-year-old daughter Karen. Marie had come quite provocative and dressed in a satin see through crotchless black cat suit and along with make up the seemed to extenuate her cat looks. She sported a long black fur coat to finish off the out fit. She felt and looked so snug and sexual in her arousing get-up. Karen had on a long blood red, elegant gown topped off by a pair of matching elbow length gloves. Underneath she decided to go with a deep red bustier that laced up the front. Wiggling into the tight lingerie, she pulled it up into place and got her full breasts settled into the cups. With the bustier was a matching set of sexy panties, held together by three small ties. These Karen slid up her legs, settling the string back between her ass cheeks and the small patch of front material over her silky haired mound. Next came a pair of red coloured silk stockings. She attached them to the garters that were part of the bustier. Finally Karen slipped on a pair of red high heels with a strap around the ankle. What any man wouldn't do to get into that young sexy cunt.

Daniel of course was there along with his mother and father who was John. John epitomised everything the McConnell's stood for. He was a wealthy businessman with the looks that had women trembling. He was now 57 and was still as fit and as well built as ever. His 8-inch cock had still life in it and he still brought pleasure to his two young daughters and anyone he could charm which was still alot of people. Elaine was just as ready and her descendants for the evening's entertainment. She came was waiting at her door to greet her children wearing a classic French maids out fit. It was black with ruffled shoulders that kept falling down. It was only long enough to barely cover her ass but when she bent over people got the full over of her panty covered ass and cunt. She wore a pair of fishnet stocking that held themselves up along with a pair of black stiletto shoes that made her legs seem so amazingly long. To finish if of she wore a white tiara styled cap. She was there to serve all the needs of her family and after 55 years of life that meant all the family needs. There is one member of the family that must not be left out and that is the family dog, Henry. He was a black lab, which satisfied many of the family's needs. He was a guard dog along with a true companion through and through. If he could talk, the stories he could tell of what he had seen and done would amaze some of the even most sexually liberated persons. All the family stood around with drinks in their hands and talking about general life, things like work and how everyone looked so sexy. Elaine served the drinks like a true servant and she got quite aroused as everyone coped a few feels. There were a few crude remarks by some of what they were going to do to each other but all were brushed aside with laughter as they awaited Lana's arrival. 




The Secret



All the way from their house to the family house they talked dirty to each other and were not allowed touch. They spoke of how the would lick and suck each other's most intimate parts and how they would come all over each other. This brought laughter to the car as Lana reminded her daughter of her display and told her that her aunty Marie would teach her how to control the squirting and make it more exciting. They also talked about whom in the family they would like to fuck and suck and Lana informed her children of some of the displays that had gone on during some of their family get together's. Ken's burgeoning hard on raged under in his shorts. They were still a good 45 minutes away and Ken knew that if anyone so much as showed him a pussy he would come all over his pants. He persuaded his mother to let Nicola jerk him off, which Nicola was only too willing to perform. As she pulled on her brother's firm lump of cock meat her mother looked intently at his face in the review mirror. The look on his face spoke of pure lust and instantly relief when he came. Nicola had him cumming in no time and they stopped at a gas station to let him clean up. Nicola then lifted her hand to taste her older brother's sweet cum. Lana asked to help clean her lovely daughters hand as she to wanted to taste the virile flavour of her son. Lana at this stage was in the same boat as her son but wanted to let one of her family members bring her off like only they could. She could smell and feel the wetness in her knickers but never the less held off. She constantly scolded her young daughter every time she touched her young pussy. It was in the same state as her mother's and after feeling her older brother cum all over her hand and licking it clean she needed relief. The last bit of the journey seemed to take forever but they finally pulled into the drive way and Lana looked around to see none of the cars were missing. 

Lana walked into the house and told her two children to wait in the hallway while she made her entrance and then introduced them into the family secret. When everyone seen Lana the room fell silent as she announced,

"Ladies and gentlemen I present Ken and Nicola Maguire."

Everyone applauded as the two children entered the room and all marvelled at how good looking both were. The whole family ogled Nicola, as she was looking particularly fine. Karen's cunt began to moisten as she looked at her male cousin knowing she was going to fuck him for the first time. John opened his arms and the two children ran to him and gave him a he hug. The two of them felt their grandfather's stiff cock straining through his trousers. All the family took their seats for the show as Ken and Nicola were initiated into the family secret. John comforted his granddaughter and helped her feel more comfortable by the surroundings. Here her loving family surrounded her but she had never before seen the look in their eyes like they had right now. The look was of anticipation and pure lust as they waited for their mother and father to fuck the two young children Elaine walked up to Ken and placed a loving kiss on his lips and assured him everything was going to ok. She pulled him in tighter to her as she kissed him deeper. Ken reached behind her and grabbed hold of her ass as Elaine looked at her daughter 

"I see you've trained them in well."

He clasped her mounds between his fingers and massaged them feverously. The two of them dropped to the floor in a mesh of moans and groans as they explored one another bodies with their hands and fingers. Ken's top was of in a second and Elaine was licking and kissing down her grandson's torso as he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair. Slowly she closed in on her target. She undid his buttons as she reached her hand in to find the erect cock that her grandson wanted to shoot all over her. She then gently placed her lips on the head of his organ and he groaned loudly as she sucked him all the way into her mouth. She was quick about it and nearly had him cumming immediately. She pulled him out not wanting to taste his cum, yet! She then slid back up to face him and moved her panties to the side. She then straddled his cock and slowly eased herself onto it. This sent a thrill through her whole body, as did it to his. 

Mean while her husband and her sexy little granddaughter where not idle. They too had ended on the floor with John on top his sexy family member. As the two kissed and fondled each other Nicola ran her fingers into his trousers through the zipper and felt his huge cock. Nicola gasped when she felt the length and girth of his cock as she said,

"Oh granddad can I suck on your cock please."

John so willingly obliged as he lay on his back and slid down his trousers. Nicola expertly gripped his shaft and licked form balls to head scooping up a trickle of precum that had oozed out of it. John groaned and sighed lightly as this young girl was going to bring him off in her mouth. After a while he told her to stop, as he wanted to break her cherry. Nicola laid on her back with her grandfather on top as her legs spread wide and her panties were pulled to one side. Directly behind Nicole's head were her brother and Elaine, with Elaine straddling her your grandson and bucking like a bronco. She was sitting astride him bouncing up and down urging her husband on,

"That's it John fill her with your lovely cock. Break her in."

Elaine's words shot through his body as he slowly eased the head of his cock into her sweet tight pussy. As he neared her hymen Nicola arched her back and John warned her this would hurt a little. She nodded her head in acknowledgement and bit her bottom lip all the while looking directly into her loving granddad's eyes. He eased forward loving the feel of the tightness of breaking a girls into an untouched pussy. As he did Nicola whimpered and moaned and shut her eyes tightly. He was in and with one more thrust he had 6 inches of his cock up her pussy as she moaned,

"Oh it hurts mommy ohhh mommy he's splitting me ohhh stop, stop!"

However John knew this would pass and he was right as he withdrew and leaned back in she wrapped her legs around him as much she could almost not wanting him to leave again. He could feel her tight walls grasping his cock. Fuck she was so tight and warm he felt like he never wanted to leave this sweet place. Nicola too was loving it as this man who she loved pummelled her now soaking wet pussy. She could feel him nearly hitting her cervix and bucked her hips wanting him to fuck deeper. He pumped in and out as he was lost in the throws of pure ecstasy. He soon had his full 8 inches in her sopping cunt as Nicola came like a tornado. 

"Ohh I'm cumming ohhh yes granddad fuck me mmm yes ohhh yes I'm cummminnnggg."

At this sound everyone watched closely as Nicola came hard next thing they realised Nicola was a squirter. Everyone gasped as her come gushed from the edges of her engorged pussy and splashed all over he school skirt, her thighs and her grandfather. This sent John over the edge and he shot many hard jets of spunk into his granddaughter. He collapsed exhausted after such a good fucking. When he withdrew he pulled her knickers across to catch the dribbling juices from her sopping snatch. Nicola slid down him and took his now soft cock into her mouth and cleaned him of her and his juices. The sight of her husband fucking the Nicola also had a profound affect on Elaine. She went wild atop Ken. She bounced wildly threw her first orgasm, which helped Ken reach his climax as Elaine's cunt milked the young cock of her grandson. 

"Oh yeah baby fuck your sexy nanny cum in her cunt ohhh baby oh ken my sweet boy"

He shot long strong spurts of cum up her willing pussy as the four entertainers fell to the floor hugging licking and kissing each other with fondness. Elaine pulled her knickers back in place and felt them fill up with juices as she got up and walked toward Lana with her arms outstretched.

Everyone in their seats at this stage where not idle. Cocks where out, fingers where in cunts as they watched the two young siblings get a fucking they would remember for the rest of their lives. Becky was sitting beside Mike pulling on him as he buried three fingers in her pussy her dress was now down passed here tits and both Mike and Karen sucked on her tits. Behind Karen was Daniel; he had two fingers embedded in the young girls pussy. Marie was giving him a blowjob and Henry had situated himself behind her licking Marie's pussy. Garth meanwhile was sitting in his seat wanking when Lana and her mother stopped from their embrace. They looked at him and as the two sultry fem's walked toward him with Lana saying,

"Awe bro all on your own we'll soon fix that."

Lana dropped to her knees and took hold of his thick shaft and placed the head into her mouth while her mother offered him tits to suck. 

Nicola crawled over to her brother and gave him a passionate kiss as the two of them looked at their depraved family and felt like they belonged. Then the two got up and walked towards the sex scene. Ken went to his sexy cousin and his sexy Aunt Becky as Nicola offered cunt to Mike's big tool. The room filled with moans and groans, ooohhs and aaahh's, as the depraved family welcomed Ken and Nicola into the family secret.



The Secret



I've got a secret. Not a big, earth-shattering secret. If it were to ever come out, governments wouldn't collapse, monetary systems would still be stable, the sun would still rise. But it's a secret nonetheless.

To understand my story, you'd probably need to know a bit about me. I'm 41. I have a beautiful wife and two active young sons. My computer consulting business has been successful beyond my wildest dreams. We have a big, comfortable house in the suburbs, a Golden Retriever, a mini-van and my SUV. We attend church regularly, take 2 vacations a year, and head into Manhattan several times a month for an evening out. With all this going for me, why, you may ask, do I have anything to hide?

Mostly it has to do with Andrea. She is the perfect wife. Literally. She's 31, with clear blue eyes and honey-blonde hair that she has touched up every few weeks. She works out for two hours every morning, and has the best tits money could buy. Even after 2 pregnancies, she doesn't have an ounce of body fat. She's a fiend about her diet (and mine too, for that matter), never allowing fried food or sugar to pass her lips. Whenever she attends business functions with me, every head in the room turns in her direction. She is the wife everyone expects me to have.

Don't get me wrong. She's a terrific person and I do love her. We have a good life together. We even manage to have sex two to three times a week when I'm not away on business. But she doesn't turn me on. At least, not the way Lauren does. Who is Lauren? She's the woman I should have married. Lauren is my secret.

We first met twenty years ago in college. We were the only two people left relatively sober after my fraternity's "Winter Wonderland" beer bash. I was on keg duty, and didn't really get to drink too much. Lauren didn't like beer, so she'd brought her own wine coolers. Somehow, we'd ended up talking together on the porch of the frat house long after everyone else was passed out or having a drunken fuck-fest in one of the bedrooms. 

We talked about so many things. We were both Northerners, and found winter in Florida to be strange. We talked about music and books. She was a Computer Science major, like me. She came from a modest background, like me. Our birthdays were two weeks apart; mine in July, hers in August. We both had part-time jobs off campus. She was a Junior. I was a Senior.

She was bright and articulate and funny. It seemed so natural when I finally kissed her. She let me slide my hand under her shirt to feel her mammoth tits straining against the satin of her bra. I got so hard so fast that I would have fucked her right there on the porch swing if she had let me. But she hadn't. She'd pushed me gently away and said with a knowing smile "There's time for that." And she was right.

We met as much as we could over the next few weeks. Sometimes we'd study together. Sometimes we'd grab a cup of coffee and just talk. Sometimes we'd do more than just talk. We'd lie in my bed in various states of undress. We'd kiss and caress. I finally got past the satin to experience those breasts. They were huge and full and soft. I'd let my tongue coax the nipples out, then suck them as if something might actually come out. Lauren would moan and whimper and I'd try to slip my hand down her panties, but she'd always stop me. "There's time for that."

Finally, one day in February, I was walking to class when I heard someone call my name. I turned to find Lauren waving at me and heading my way. "Dan, hi," she said when she finally caught up.

"Hey, Lauren. What's up?"

"I have a little something for you," she said. She slipped a small white envelope out of her Calculus book and handed it to me. "Open it in private," she said, eyeing my fraternity brother, Steve.

I felt like such an idiot. It was Valentine's Day. "I'm sorry," I said, sheepishly. "I don't have anything for you."

"That's okay," she replied with a sly grin. "You will. I've gotta run. I'll see you later." It was a statement, not a question. It was almost an order. It made me smile.

"Sure. See you later."

"So Dan the Man's a chubby-chaser?" Steve said when Lauren was out of earshot.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What do I mean? You know, you like the meaty ones."

"Meaty?"

"Come on, Danny Boy. I'm trying to be polite. She's not exactly slim and trim."

"You think Lauren's fat?"

"Not exactly fat, but she is pushing maximum density."

I turned to look at Lauren as she was walking away from me. Her hips were full, her bottom round. Her thighs were on the thick side. I knew first hand she had a few small rolls here and there. But none of it had ever bothered me. And as I watched her bottom swaying slightly as she walked, I started to feel that familiar sensation in my groin. I turned and started walking while I still could.

Steve caught up with me and said "Hey, man. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. It's just surprising, you know. That girl is just so different from Sandy, you know what I mean?"

I did know what he meant. Sandy was my ex. She was blonde and fit and was captain of both the women's tennis and swim teams. She was also a snotty, snobbish bitch. I'd finally broken up with her after she made fun of my parents' home and the fact that my father was a mailman. Lauren was different from Sandy in every way.

" 'That Girl' has a name, and it's Lauren." I grabbed the door to the computer lab and jerked it open. "I'll see you later, Steve."

"Dan..." Steve began, but the door just shut in his face.

I sat down at a computer terminal and pulled out the envelope Lauren had given me. There were lipstick marks at the seal. I smiled as I opened it. It was a simple Valentine's Day card with a big pair of lips on the front. Inside the printed message said "A Big Valentine's Kiss Just For You." Underneath it Lauren had written "It's Time. L." There was a business card from a motel close to campus. I turned it over and saw Lauren's handwriting. "6 o'clock. Room 18." I slipped the card back into my notebook. I would be there.

At the appointed hour I stood nervously in front of room 18. I knocked lightly. There was no answer. I checked the back of the card. Room 18. This was the right room. I knocked again, this time loudly. I heard footsteps coming towards the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Dan."

The door opened and there stood Lauren, wearing only a large black t-shirt. "Come on in. Did you knock before? I thought I heard something, but I was running the bath."

"Yeah, I did. I thought for a moment I was in the wrong place."

"Believe me, Dan," Lauren said shutting the door. "You're in the right place."

I looked around the room. It was a standard double room, clean, nice but nothing fancy. "How are you paying for this?" I asked.

"I pulled a couple of double shifts at work. I didn't want our first time together to be in my dorm or your frat room. I wanted some privacy."

"That's really sweet of you. Oh, and speaking of sweet, these are for you." I handed her the heart-shaped box of chocolates I'd brought.

Her face lit up. "Oh, Danny, that's so nice. You really didn't have to."

It was oddly moving. She was obviously a girl who wasn't used to getting presents. "I know I didn't have to. I wanted to."

She took the box and studied it. Then she put it on the table, and came close to me. She reached up and slipped her hand behind my head drawing me to her. Her lips were soft. Her mouth opened to welcome my tongue. I put my arms around her and ran my hands down her back to her bottom, then up again. Yes, there were rolls, but they didn?t put me off. I slid my hands under the shirt. She was wearing silky panties. I drew my hands up and over them, up to the flesh of her back. I kneaded and caressed her, as she drew my tongue into her mouth again and again. 

I kept one arm around her and moved my other hand around the front of her. I felt the slight swell of her belly under the silk. I slid my hand over the front of her panties, my fingers tracing the outline of her mons. She pulled away and gasped slightly. Her cheeks were flushed. I took a step back.

"I want to see you," I said.

"Do you?" she asked, earnestly.

"Yes," I answered firmly. "I do."

Without saying another word, Lauren grasped the edges of the t-shirt, and pulled it over her head in one swift move. Her large brown eyes studied me as I studied her. She stood there in a matching bra and panty set, black with little red hearts all over. Her breasts almost overflowed the cups of the bra. Her belly swelled out slightly. Her thighs touched. She was definitely chunky. But all I could think about was being inside her. How those thighs would part and welcome my mouth, my hands, my dick. I wanted her on her back, on her hands and knees. I wanted those tits in my face as she rode me. I was rock hard.

A smile played on her lips as she noticed the bulge in my jeans. She moved closer to me, tugged at my zipper, and slid her hand down into my tighty-whities to grab hold of me. Her mouth found mine again and she sucked my tongue to the same rhythm she used to stroke my dick. I ran my hands down her back and into the silk of her panties. My hands caressed her ass, pulled the cheeks apart, kneaded them. I felt her shiver. I pulled back away from her, and kicked off my jeans. I quickly yanked my shirt over my head and tossed my socks into a corner. 

I stood there in my briefs for a moment. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked her.

"Yes," she answered quietly. "I'm sure."

"Good," I said as I quickly came towards her. I caught her off guard as I pushed her down onto the bed. I nibbled her nipple through the satiny bra. "I want this off," I told her.

"Then you'll have to take it off," she replied, meeting my gaze. I blinked first. Lauren laughed as I struggled to unhook her bra.

"Damn it, what is this thing, stapled shut?" I asked in exasperation.

Lauren giggled, then reached around and with one hand quickly undid the hooks. The bra popped loose, and I grabbed it and tossed it aside. Her breasts were finally free, and they separated, resting to the sides as she turned on her back. I gathered them in my hands and licked her nipples, one at a time. I began sucking on them, teasing them until they were hard and I heard Lauren's familiar moan. I ran my hand down to her panties and this time, there was no objection when I slipped inside. 

I kept my mouth on her breast as my fingers explored her. I slipped through the soft curls to find her damp. I dipped my middle finger into the warmth of her opening, then gently drew it up to tease her clit. Lauren whimpered slightly, so I did it again. She moaned softly. Leaving her breast, I eased her panties down and dropped them on the floor. She was completely naked. My hand went back between her legs and began to work her again. I slipped two fingers in her, and stroked her clit with my thumb. Her moans got stronger and she began to writhe. I was so turned on I wanted to slip my dick in her right then and there. I wanted to fuck her hard and strong until her moans turned into screams. But I didn't want this to be over in five minutes.

I removed my hand, and Lauren closed her legs and rolled on her side. The sight of her round ass was almost more than I could take. I closed my eyes and pictured her on her stomach, imagined myself pulling those cheeks apart and sliding into that perfect little hole. I imagined her firm flesh meeting mine as I pumped her. When I opened my eyes, Lauren was standing next to the table slipping the ribbon off the box of chocolate. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"You'll see."

She carefully picked out a bon bon and popped it into her mouth. She didn't chew. She was letting it melt. She climbed back next to me on the bed and before I knew what was happening, she'd pulled off my briefs and my dick was in her mouth. She skillfully moved her head up and down, and I could see the chocolate coating my shaft. It was warm and sticky. Lauren's tongue explored the tip of my cock, probing the hole until I thought I would cum right then. She licked and sucked until the chocolate was gone. I could barely move. I was almost too hard.

"Bring me the box," I told her. 

"What?"

"Bring me the box," I repeated.

Lauren got up and brought me the open box of chocolate. I propped myself on my elbow, and selected a solid disc.

"Lie on your back," I told Lauren as she came back to bed.

"Sure," she replied, and she eagerly complied.

When she was settled, I eased open her legs, and slipped the little chocolate disk into her slit. I teased her clit with my finger until she was completely wet. I pulled apart her nether lips with my fingers, and softly licked her little pink button. Lauren gasped. I used my tongue to coax her clit out of hiding, then sucked it hard. She arched her back, almost trying to pull away from the intense sensation. I plunged my tongue inside her over and over. I drew it up to tease her clit, then plunged it inside her again. The taste was chocolate mixed with musky sweet and I couldn't get enough. Lauren was moaning and gasping, and I knew it was time for more.

She let me kiss her, tasting her own juices on my tongue. My hands kneaded her breasts. I was so ready to be inside her. I positioned myself between her legs and was about to enter her, when she started to wiggle away.

"Wait, stop." she said.

I was dizzy from the effort it took me not to plunge ahead. But I could never force myself on a girl, even if we'd gotten this far. Why was she stopping? What had I done? Then it hit me: a condom. I needed a condom. 

I slowly eased myself off the bed and struggled to the spot where I had dropped my pants. I fumbled with my wallet, and finally found the strip of condoms I had placed there just in case. I tore one off and made my way back to the bed. But Lauren wasn't lying there. She was standing next to the table, studying the chocolate.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"There's something I haven't told you," she said, not meeting my gaze. 

"Is it so important?"

"Yes, it is." She picked out a piece of candy, and came towards me. "Open your mouth." I did as I was told, and she fed me the chocolate. "This is me."

I didn't understand what she meant. "This is you?"

"This is me," she repeated.

The chocolate melted until the cordial inside oozed out and I could taste the fruit. "You're a chocolate covered cherry?" I asked.

"Yes" she answered.

It took a minute for me to make the connection. Then I understood. I finished the candy and said "Are you saying you're a virgin?"

Lauren looked at the floor. "Yes," she said softly, her dark hair falling across her face.

I was flabbergasted. "It never occurred to me that you hadn't done this before," I said. 

She looked up hesitantly. "I haven't exactly had guys lining up at my door to sleep with me."

I had the distinct feeling that the rest of the evening relied on how I responded to this. "Fools," I said simply.

Lauren smiled, and I knew I'd said the right thing. "Do you still want to do this?" she asked.

"Only if it's what you want."

"It's what I want."

It was quiet for a moment. "Okay," I said. "You're going to have to get a little closer."

Lauren laughed and came back to the bed. I kissed her, and started all over. This time, while she was writhing under my tongue, I gently eased the condom onto my stiff cock. I slipped two fingers in and out of her until her moans had achieved a level of urgency. I replaced my fingers with my dick, moving in and out until she realized what was going on.

"Oh my gosh, you're inside me!" she exclaimed.

"Not all the way," I told her. "Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Do it! Do it!"

So I did. I pushed forward until I met resistance, then I pushed some more. Then it gave. Lauren gasped as it registered with her. I stayed still inside her, teasing her clit with my fingers. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded silently. I started moving again and gradually Lauren relaxed and began to move with me. I kept my eyes on hers, and when she closed them and began to moan I quickly began to rub her clit while I pumped her. Her back arched, and she started to shake. I could feel her insides sucking and grabbing my dick. I closed my eyes and the black behind my eyelids turned a milky white. Something inside my mind exploded and I felt an immense physical release. When the whiteness cleared, I was resting on her. I moved gingerly to pull out of her without hurting her. I rolled on my side, and Lauren rolled away from me with her knees together.

"Are you okay," I asked after a moment.

Lauren didn't reply, she just nodded.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Again she didn't say anything, just shook her head "No".

"I'm going to go clean up a little."

"Okay," she said softly.

I had a hard time standing. I stumbled to the bathroom, where I found a quickly dissipating bubble bath. Heart-shaped candles were mostly melted on the side of the tub. She'd planned something sweet and romantic. I felt a slight pang. I hoped I hadn't disappointed her. I eased into the tub. It was cold. I added some hot, then quickly washed up. When I got out, I felt incredible. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the room. Lauren was lying right where I had left her.

I went and sat on the bed next to her. "Lauren, are you alright?"

She turned to me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. I was just reliving it. I want to remember everything about it."

"I hope it was okay."

Lauren laughed softly. "It was better than okay."

"Well, it gets better the more you do it, you know."

"Just don't say it's like riding a bicycle."

"A few more times we'll have you riding something, but it won't be a bicycle."

Lauren laughed again. "So I guess you'll be sticking around for a while?"

"For as long as you want me," I said.

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise. Now let's get you cleaned up. I'm starving. You want to order a pizza?"

"Sure," she said.

I helped her up and she went into the bathroom and eased herself into what was left of her romantic little bubble bath.

The funny thing is, Lauren was the one who wanted to remember that evening. But it's stayed with me all these years. 

We were a couple after that. What little free time we had, we spent together. Even my fraternity brothers, initially shocked by my choice, gradually accepted her. We spent hours in my bed, fucking and sucking and talking about life. It was there I told her about the job offer. 

"A bank?" she asked. "What are you going to do at a bank?"

"I'll be working for the Mainframe Supervisor." 

"It's in New York."

"I know."

"Nobody's hiring in Florida?"

"Not with an opportunity like this. My parents have worked their whole lives for me to have a chance like this. It's a great starting point. Who knows where it could take me."

Lauren sighed. "Hey, who knows. Maybe you can get them to hire me when I graduate."

"I'd love that."

That was the beginning of the end. But I didn't know it at the time.

It was a gradual progression. I graduated, moved back to New York, and started my new life. I put in 14-hours days. I learned everything I could. I started to see the future of computers in the financial industry, and I wanted to be in on the ground floor. I stopped returning phone calls, mainly because I was never home. I missed Lauren's 21st birthday. I saw the men in the corner offices, men with professional and monetary success. Men with pictures of their adorable children and perfect wives sitting on their Mahogany desks. I wanted to be one of them.

One night, late in September, I came home around 10 p.m., Chinese take-out in hand. I checked my answering machine. 5 Messages. They were all from Lauren. The first four were basically, 'Hi, it's Lauren. Call me back." The 5th message stopped me cold. She was crying.




The Secret



I've got a secret and I can hardly contain myself. I want to tell Darrin, my husband of 30 years; I want to tell him in person. I want to look into his eyes when I tell him I had sex with another man with him not around. I know he won't be mad because he has let me enjoy sex with other men before but not without his prior knowledge. And he has told me a couple times in the past that if I had the chance to have a quickie with someone to go ahead and do it, but to let him know as soon as possible because wanted to hear all the details while they were still fresh in my memory. But I just talked to him on the phone and I felt I was going to explode if I didn't tell him, but I didn't. I have never kept a secret from him in all of our years together. The main reason I want to tell him in person is because he gets off on my sexual tales and I know the sex afterwards is going to be good! 

I'm not going to lie. The sex is not as often as it used to be and that is expected after 30 years. I am 48 and Darrin is 50. Oh, by the way I am Valerie. The guy I had sex with is our neighbor Don. Let me go back a few years and set up how it happened.

Don move in next door about 10 years ago. He and his wife Joanne where our age, Jo's birthday was 2 days after mine, and Don was 4 days before. They had only been married 5 years. We hit if off right off the bat, the first time we met them I remember I was wearing white halter top and tight yellow bike shorts. If you have read any of my previous stories, you will remember I was an exhibitionist back then and still am today. I rarely wear bras and haven't worn panties in years. 

I remember Don trying to check me out, without my husband or I catching him. I told Darrin to tell Don it was all right to look and that I loved being looked at. I watched as Darrin told him and still remember the big smile he got on his face as Darrin told him my enjoyment of showing off. He then looked at me and I winked at him. 

Darrin told me later that Don told him he wished his wife would loosen up a bit. But where they had just moved from, her mother lived just down the road and gave her a hard time if she wore something that was the least bit revealing. He said that Jo hardly ever went braless even around the house, and sometimes even wore a bra to bed under her long legged pajamas. Today she had been wearing a long, loose, dark blue t-shirt and baggy long pants. 

We invited them over to our house that Saturday afternoon for a cookout and a dip in our pool. Darrin and I normally swim nude but today I wore a hot pink string bikini with moderate ass coverage and Darrin wore a tight black mid-cut suit. Don couldn't keep his eyes off my body and of course I made sure to bend over a few times in front of him and give him a good look at my ass. I noticed Jo kept giving Darrin a look every now and then too. He did look good in that tight suit which did nothing to hide his bulge and being the naughty girl I am, I teased him a few times by grabbing and squeezing him I front of Jo. 

Jo was wearing a black swim dress that completely hid her figure but I could still tell she had a nice one. I actually had to turn and hide a laugh when I saw Don's suit it was one of those ugly, baggy board shorts kids wear, that went from his bellybutton to below his knees. Come on now guys! Do you really think women really like those baggy things? I don't! I love a man in a tight form-fitting suit and I think most women do to. I don't mean a little Speedo but something tight and about short-shorts length, something like tight boxer brief underwear. Darrin has a pair of black 'Jockey' boxer briefs he has worn at the beach a few times. They look like they are painted on him when her get them wet, and we both love the looks he gets. 

I got talking to Jo later and told her that she need to come over a few times a week and to join me in getting a tan and since it would be just her and me for her to wear her smallest bikini. When she told me she didn't own any I told her not to worry that I had a couple dozen she could choose from. She agreed to come over the next day. 

She came over around 9am and pick out the biggest I had, about 2 inches wide on the side and full ass coverage. She was my size so it fit her good. I on the other hand, I wore a white g-string. Jo looked a bit shocked when I walked out to the pool practically naked. I told her I hoped she didn't mine my near nudeness, but that Darrin and I usually tanned completely nude, and that was one reason we put up the tall privacy fence around the backyard. I told her I didn't want to ruin our new friendship but she needed to know the facts about Darrin and I. Her mouth dropped open as I told her that we were nudist and ran around the house and backyard naked most of the time and that I was an exhibitionist and loved displaying my charms to unsuspecting men in the smallest amount of clothing I could legally get away with.

She then admitted that she wish she had more courage to wear less but she could always hear her mother screaming in her head that only sluts and whores dressed like that. I asked her what was more important in her life now. Making her mother happy or her husband happy. I also reminded her that she was now halfway across the country from her mother and that what she didn't know would not hurt her, but it would eventually hurt her and her husband if she didn't keep him happy. She said I was right and asked if I could show her a few tricks. I told her I would love to, but that she was not to get upset with me if I told her she need to do something she now thought was disgusting. She looked out the corner of her eye at me and meekly agreed.

I decided to go slow today we just talked about our thoughts on clothing and sex. I had untied my top as I got sun on my back and when turned over to get sun on my front and left my top off. As Jo looked at my tits, I said to her that I hope she didn't mine because I was use to being topless and the top was uncomfortable. I was surprised when she smiled and said it was my backyard and I could wear or not wear whatever I wanted. 

An hour or so later we got out of the sun; I remained topless as we went inside. I told her she could keep the bikini she had on, as I never wore it anymore, it was too big for my taste. I urged Jo to remain in the bikini the rest of the day, so she could get use to her lack of clothing. I even convinced her to leave it on when Don got home and to give him a big hug and kiss even before she said hello to him and if possible to open the front door for him in the bikini. She blushed and said that would really shock him but that she would do it. As she left I told her I would see her in the morning.

Jo arrived around 9 again wearing the bikini and with a big smile on her face. I asked what the big shit-eating grin was about. She told me that she met Don at the front door just as I suggested. Don was so shocked that she had to pull in into the house and shut the door behind him, but as the door shut he grab her and turned her around and kissed her some more. They ended up on the living room floor having sex. She said it was the first time she had ever had sex anywhere else but the bed, but it would not be the last. She said she remained naked the rest of the night and they had sex a couple more times. She laughed and said she never knew being naughty could be so much fun. 

I lead her to my room and told her it was time to pick out a smaller bikini. She chose a baby blue thong to wear and I put just my g-string bottom back on. Down at the pool I complained the bottom was leaving a tan line I really didn't want and removed my bottoms. Now nude I convinced Jo to get topless, a half hour later she removed her own bottoms. She said the sun felt wonderful on her bare tits and just had to see how it felt on her ass and pussy. We tanned nude the rest of the week. I let Jo borrow one of my short sundresses to wear home and suggested she wear only it, as she was now, and when Don came home, to meet him at his car this time in that little dress and see what happens. 

She came over wearing only one of her large t-shirts the next day. She said she needed to wash the dress because they got cum all over it and she didn't want to return it so nasty. Then she told me that what got them so excited was that when Don pulled up in the driveway, she mustered all her courage and opened the front door and went out to him barefooted and in just that little dress. She then leaned in the driver's window and gave him a big kiss. That's when she heard a noise behind her. She hadn't noticed that their other next-door neighbor's 16 yr old teenage boy had been doing yard work and had seen her bend over to kiss Don; baring her naked ass to him. He dropped the rake against the garage door making the noise. Out of habit, she quickly stood up straight and smoothed down the back of the dress, but instead of being embarrassed, it had strangely excited her. Once inside the house Jo said she started to laugh and Don asked what was so funny. She asked him if he had any idea why the boy dropped the rake next door. When he said he didn't, she turned and flipped up the back of the skirt and said he had seen this as I bent over to kiss you. Jo said he kissed her and turned her around and bent her over the arm of the couch flipped up the dress, he then dropped his pants and took her right there. She said her pussy was so wet he slid all the way in on the first push. 

I asked her if she would like to go shopping with me. She was more than happy to. I gave her another short sundress and I put on one so short it just covered my ass. She was amazed that I was going wear just it. I told her the dress she now wore and a pair of shoes was all she was going to wear too. Her eyes got big and her mouth opened but before she could say anything I told her not to complain because she had already agreed to my rules. She nodded in agreement. She told me on the way to the mall that she was very nervous and excited at the same time. She had never worn a dress with nothing under it in public before, even one of her long dresses and that she hadn't even worn a short dress in public before and now she was naked under this one. I looked over at her and she was absentmindedly rubbing her hard nipples though her dress. I just hope she didn't faint with all her excitement. 

She didn't, we got her a couple more dresses, some short-shorts, and a couple halter-tops without any mishaps. She actually seemed quite relaxed to her lack of underwear by the time we left. She even commented once home that she actually enjoyed the day. She doesn't even know how much fun going pantyless is yet; just wait until she starts flashing her pretty little ass.

We got together again that weekend, Jo was still a little nervous about wearing one of my little bikinis in front of man besides her husband but I talked her into wearing the blue thong for Darrin and Don. The looks on their faces were priceless. I wore my little white g-string and Jo said Don's mouth dropped when he saw my bare ass. That gave her the courage to come out. Don told her she looked wonderful in that suit and gave her a kiss and then stood up straight when his hand found bare ass. Jo giggled and asked if he liked that too. Don just smiled and shook his head up and down quickly. The guys must have talked ahead of time too because both of them were wearing tight black boxer briefs! We all went for a swim for a while and when we started getting hunger the guys started the grill. Jo and I went to the lounge chairs to get some sun then Jo asked if she could remove her top. I said no, lets get naked instead. Jo looked over at our husbands and then at me, smiled and said OK we're almost naked anyhow. We must have been there 5 minutes before they noticed. 

Don rushed over and helped Jo up telling her he loves the changes she has made lately and gave her a deep kiss. When they broke, Jo told him she loved him and that she now wishes she had done this years earlier, kissing him again. I walked over to Darrin and pulled down his shorts. I heard Jo gasp with an "OH MY" a couple minutes later as I was slowly stroked Darrin's hard-on. I let go of him and walked over towards Don and Jo. I asked Jo if she needed any help with him. She smiled and said that she handle it this time as she told hold of his shorts and pull down before he could move. 

We all remained naked the rest of the day. I gave Don a naked hug before they left and Jo did the same to Darrin. We got together many times over the years always nude. We all grabbed and teased the others mate many times but never had sex with them but we did frequently have sex with our own spouses while the other couple watched, many times at the same time next to each other. We often spent weekends at a nude resort about two hours from our houses. We all enjoyed being naked with other naked people all around us. 

Jo did get the exhibitionist bug and we had a lot of fun flashing together. One of our favorite outfits to have fun in were 2 short, thin, yellow gauze sundresses. We stumbled on them one day while having our fun at the mall and just had to have them. We once wore them to 'Universal Studios' in Orlando on weekend. Were we both were totally naked beneath them but didn't have any problems till late in the day when we got caught in a sudden downpour. The dresses were completely see-thru. We had a blast at all the stares we got and were extremely turned-on by the turn of events. We all climbed in the back of Don's big SUV and had sex before we left the parking lot. Jo and I rode back home naked. 

Our fun came to an abrupt halt last year when big SUV ran a red light and hit Jo right in the drivers' door of her little Honda, killing her instantly. Don was devastated but had to maintain for their now 7-year-old daughter. Jo gave birth about 3 years after we met. 

Darrin was out of town last week and Don called saying Kerri, the daughter, was sick and asked if I could help. I grabbed on of Darrin tank tops and went next door. Kerri has seen all of us nude or near nude many times, so me being almost naked was normal. Kerri had a temperature of 101 and I found out she had eaten some old chicken salad sandwiches she found in the refrigerator that afternoon. She asked if I could stay with her tonight and I said I could. I slid her over and got in bed with her. 

A short time later her fever had dropped off and she fell asleep. I slipped out to go get a drink and found Don naked in the livingroom watching a porn flick. I slipped up behind him and watched him slowing stroking a nice size hard-on. I asked if I could join him. He jumped and then told me never scared him like that again and ask what I said. I told him I asked if I could join him watching the movie. He never let go of his dick as he patted the seat next to him. I walked around the couch and plopped down right next to him. He then removed his hand from his dick saying he was sorry. I told him to continue if he wanted, I like watching Darrin play with himself.

We watched the porn for a while and I leaned against him as he put his free arm around me. As in habit with Darrin I let my hand fall into his lap next to his dick, I noticed what I had done but decided to leave it there. I had put my hands around his dick many times over the years in teasing play but this felt different. I could feel the sexual energy pulling my hand to his dick. I looked into his eyes and said to please allow me. He removed his hand and I wrapped my finger around his hot, hard cock. I began to move up and down its length a couple minutes then slid off the couch to between his legs and took his dick into my mouth. I love a hard cock in my mouth and I wanted this one. In all my years of cocksucking, I have gotten pretty good, at least Darrin says so. In a couple minutes Don said he was about to cum, I increased my efforts receiving my reward at he shot again and again down my throat. He told me that I didn't have to do that. I told him I know, but I had wanted to. 

I told him that I was going to check on Kerri and go back to bed and kissed him goodnight. I was so turned-on I couldn't go back to sleep so I got out of bed again and went back to the livingroom, Don was still there and he had himself hard again. I made a clearing my throat noise and asked him if that was all he ever did. He said it wasn't but that he couldn't believe what I did earlier and got hard jut thinking about it. I walked around in front of him and removed my shirt. 

Now naked I climbed on his lap facing him, I reached down and took his dick and guided it toward my pussy and lowered myself onto him. I moaned as he entered me. I thought to myself my husband is not going to believe this. He had jokingly told me last week that Don hasn't had sex since Jo died and that I ought to help the old man out. I slapped his arm as we laughed about it. I joked when I said that maybe I would but only if he were around to protect me. And now I was fucking our best friend and he knew nothing about it. Hell, 5 minutes ago I knew nothing about it. 

As I slowly rode Don's hot rod, I started to think of all the possibilities with Don, Don and Darrin together and at the same time. I have never had sex with two men at once but have fantasized about it and now it could very well be a possibility soon. That just made me hotter and I started to ride him harder. Before long I felt Don begin to cum and I came with him. I remained in his lap with him inside me not wanting to get up. Don looked up at me and said he had dreamed about do that for years but didn't dare ask. I kissed him and told him some dreams do come true. Then I smiled and said, "Over and over and over again if you get my drift." I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and got back in bed and feel into a nice peaceful sleep. 

Kerri felt better in the morning and watched cartoons as I cooked breakfast. I was getting horny again as we ate and told Don that this naughty lady needed her ass fucked. He about choked on his breakfast as he gobbled it down. He did and it felt great. I told him I wanted to do him and Darrin at the same time and he said he was up for it just let him know when I was ready. I told him I was ready but Darrin wasn't around or I would do it right here and now. 

That's where I stand now. Darrin won't be home for three days and I haven't been this horny since I was 25. I've had to use my vibrator 3 times today already. I would go see Don but we've had sex 5 times the last two days and I'm sure the guy needs a rest. Ya'll wish me luck because I think that when Darrin get home, I'm the one who will need rest from two men taking care of me. The next few months should be very enjoyable! 



The Secret Admirer



It was her birthday, and Susan was spending it hiding in her corner office. At least here she no one would badger her to go out and do something to celebrate. She just wanted the day to pass without notice. It was a Saturday, so with any luck she could escape well meaning friends and co-workers. As the elevator opened to the floor of the office building where she worked, she hurried down the hall, smiling when she noticed that no one else had been so inclined to spend their weekend working. Good she thought to herself, I have the place all to myself. Smiling she stepped into her office and closed and locked the door anyway. Just in case. She thought as she turned toward her desk.

She was half way across the room when she stumbled to a surprised stop. There on her desk was a brightly colored gift bag. The tall thin kind that usually held wine. Susan looked around the room, expecting to see someone, only to find that she was indeed alone. Cautiously, she made her way over to the desk. There was a small card lying next to the bag. Susan reached out and gingerly picked it up as though it might bite her at any moment. Opening the card she read aloud to the empty room.

“ Happy Birthday. I hope you will enjoy the wine, “ Susan read. 

The card was not signed. She turned it over searching for a hint of who was responsible. Nothing was there either. Shrugging her shoulders, she picked up the bag and withdrew the bottle of wine. Whistling between her teeth she found a bottle of Far Niente chardonnay. Well, whomever it was from had excellent taste. Susan thought to herself. She stood there holding the wine bottle alone in her office and debated with herself about whether or not she should save it for later, or open it now. “What the hell,” she mumbles to herself, “ Who is going to know?” She smiled to herself and left her office, closing the door behind her, and headed down to the conference room to borrow a glass.

After an hour or two Susan sat back and stretched the kinks out of her neck. Just under half of the bottle of wine remained on the corner of her desk and she smiled at the relaxed feeling that the wine had helped to course through her. Feeling languid, and having accomplished a good deal of work, Susan decided that she needed a quick break. She stood up and walked to the door. As she took a step out of her office her foot bumped into a box sitting on the floor, in front of her office. Again the box was brightly wrapped and there was a card on top with her name on it. Picking it up Susan looked up and down the hall to see if the person who had left it was anywhere in sight. She could detect no one and turned back into her office to inspect the package. 

Opening the card, Susan tried to think of who could possibly be responsible for these gifts. Still drawing a blank, she read the card.

“ I hope you are willing to play. Please put this on.” Again the card was unsigned. Her curiosity peaked; Susan lifted the lid on the box. Reaching in she pulled out what was inside. Her mouth dropped in mild shock. There in her hand was something that she had seen and heard about, but had never thought she would ever have one in her possession. A blue, butterfly shaped, soft plastic pad with straps attached, hung from her fingers. Susan looked over her shoulder as though expecting someone to jump out and laugh at the practical joke they had played on her. No one was there. Susan looked back at the card lying on her desk, and sure enough her name was clearly printed on the outside. There must be some mistake. She thought. Who would dare to send this to me? Susan looked at the clitoral stimulator held in her hand, and then looked back inside the box as though the answer would be in there. Instead of an answer she saw instructions, and noticed that there was supposed to be a remote control. Looking back in the box all Susan found was another card with the words “please’ and “trust me” written on it.

. Susan stood and stared at the “gift” for a few minutes, her mind blank with shock and confusion. Finally, she snapped out of it. Looking around her once again her gaze rested on the bottle of wine. Remembering her earlier “ what the hell” attitude, Susan put the stimulator back in the box, picked the box up and headed for the ladies room. Once there, she pulled up the short, tight skirt she was wearing, and shimmied out of her panties. Pulling her present out of the box, she followed the directions that came with it, slid it on, and adjusted the straps so that it fit snugly and was positioned just right. Satisfied that she had it on right, Susan pulled down her skirt, and picked up her panties. Putting the panties in the box, Susan picked it up and left the restroom. 

Half way down the hall heading back to her office, Susan stopped in her tracks as vibrations suddenly rocked her. “Oh, my God!” Susan put a hand out against the wall to steady herself. She squeezed her eyes shut and struggled to take in a deep breath. Just when she thought her knees would give out, the vibrations stopped. Susan straightened away from the wall and looked around her. There was still no one in sight. Finally able to drag air into her lungs, she started back to her office. She quickly ducked inside and turned and locked the door once again. She turned and leaned against it feeling safe for all of a moment, before the vibrations hit her again. Gasping, Susan stumbled awkwardly to her desk. 

Susan blindly held onto the desk as she worked he way around it to her chair. Pulling the chair out she spied yet another package, as the vibrations against her clit stopped. Susan picked up the box, and dropped down into the chair before her knees gave out. She plucked the card off of the top of the box, and read, “ Thank you for trusting me. Please change into this.” Taking a deep breath and holding it, Susan opened the box. She released the air in a soft whoosh as she held up a black corset. Complete with garters and black silk stockings. Susan noticed that there were no panties included, and that the garters would easily fit over the straps of the stimulator she currently wore.

Looking at the outfit, Susan felt herself grow warm, and her heart began to beat faster. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Who would do this? She hadn’t been seeing anyone for at least six months, and all of her free time lately had been mostly spent at work. Susan poured herself another glass of the wine, and drank it quickly, too agitated to appreciate the fine quality or taste. Setting her glass back down, she stood up and began to remove her clothing. As Susan stripped she began to smile. Never before had she felt so wicked. She realized that she was really turned on. As she fastened the stockings to the garters, Susan could resist reaching between her thighs and slipping her fingers beneath the butterfly. She could hardly believe how wet she was. Susan didn’t think she had ever been this hot. She quickly withdrew her hand as the vibrations began again. Just when Susan thought she would go over the edge, the vibrations stopped, and a knock sounded on her office door.

Slightly panicked Susan called out breathlessly. “ Who’s there? “ When there was no answer to her query, she got up and walked over to the door. She stood behind the door and opened it just enough for her to peek out. Nothing was there but an envelope on the floor. Quickly Susan bent and retrieved the envelope. Almost slamming the door shut she quickly locked it and made her way back to the desk chair. Susan tore the plain white envelope open and pulled out a folded letter. Leaning back in her desk chair Susan began to read. 

I hope you have enjoyed your gifts. I have thought long and hard about what to get you for your birthday. For weeks I have been fantasizing about you. About seeing you with your beautiful blond hair down around your shoulders. Shoulders that are bare, showing your creamy white skin. I want to slowly kiss my way from your small delicate ear, down along your neck, nipping and licking along the way.

I want to see you dressed in that corset your breasts swelling upwards almost spilling over the top, your nipples hard and straining for my mouth. The movement of your excited breathing pushing your breasts against the lace that is holding them. The friction causing your nipples to harden even more. I want to watch you tremble, as I lightly brush my hand over first one and then t-he other. Would you touch yourself for me? Imagine that it is my hand you feel? 

Unconsciously, Susan’s hand reached up and touched her breasts, as the letter had asked. She fondled her breasts, and as she continued to read the vibrations on her now sopping pussy, began again.

Oh, yes. Just like that. You can feel that in your pussy, can’t you? You are wet and hungry, and want so badly to be filled. But I want to admire my handiwork a little more. I want to watch as you squirm against the vibrations I have set off against your heat. I want to stroke your body and watch as the heat of my hand moves over you. 

Susan’s hand began to shake. But she couldn’t stop reading if her life depended on it. 

I know you want to come, but not yet. Not until I say so. First I want to see your thighs tremble as you stand before me. I want to look at you standing before me, your pussy framed by the black stockings and the garter belt. I want to watch your hips move as the vibrations that I control, hum through you. Stand for me, and let me see you. 

Again, without thinking, Susan did as the words on the paper she held told her. 

You know I am close by. You have known it since you opened your second gift. You know that I can see you now. You know that I want you. And, you know that you want me. Turn around and invite me in. I have so much more in store for you.

Susan let out a small gasp as she realized that the words were true. She had known that someone was near. Each time she received a gift she had felt the presence. And, how else could the clitoral stimulator be used by remote, if the control was not near? The question was, did Susan really want to turn and face her mysterious stranger? 

Yes. Susan had to be honest with herself. She was indeed hungry, and she knew instinctively that only this man could fill her. Slowly she laid the letter on her desk and turned around. There outside her window her mystery was solved. The man that she had been flirting with for the past few Saturdays, stood on the platform used to suspend him as he washed the windows of the building. Jake. She knew his name was Jake. And she knew that she wanted him. As he watched her, the vibrations stopped. He quirked a dark brow upward and she smiled. Susan walked to the window, and opened it, allowing him inside her office. 

“ Happy Birthday, “ he whispered lowly. His voice was gruff and washed over Susan in a heated wave.

“Thank you”, Susan answered a little breathlessly. “ Would care to finish what you have started?”

“ Oh, baby, you don’t know how much I’d like to do that.” Jake smiled, his teeth flashing through the mustache and goatee that covered the dark skin of his upper lip and chin. 

“ But first,” Susan smiled as she stepped closer to him, “ I think I want to unwrap the this one last present.” Susan now stood directly in front of Jake, and had to look up at him as his muscular frame towered over her. His shoulders were wide, and his arms bulged with his strength.

The t-shirt he wore was stretched tightly across his chest. 

Susan pulled the bottom of his shirt from his jeans. Sliding her hands beneath the material, she ran them slowly up the skin of his stomach and over his chest, bringing the shirt up with her. Jake grabbed hold of his shirt, pulled it off and flung it out of the way, to land somewhere on the floor behind Susan. Susan sighed in appreciation as she raked her gazed over the smooth ebony skin of his stomach, the hard muscles quivering under her touch. His large hands framed her face as he tilted her mouth up for his kiss. 

Susan opened her mouth to the hot probing of his tongue. His mouth ravaged hers, his tongue plunging deep. He moved one hand to bury it in the silkiness of her blond hair. The other hand swept down her side and around her back to press her up against his hard body. She moaned in frustration as she tried to rub against him, only to have the plastic butterfly block her. He reached down and deftly undid the belt that held it on, and dropped it to the floor as well. Susan moaned again as he hauled her back up to him, the hardness of his crotch pushing against her. 

Jake shuddered as he moved his mouth from hers, and found her ear with his teeth. Like his letter had promised, he kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down the smooth column of her neck. He brought his hands up to cup and squeeze her breasts, as she frantically worked to unfasten, and tug his jeans down over his hips. Somewhere in the back of her mind she gave thanks that he wasn’t wearing any shorts under his jeans. 

His cock sprang forth, and Susan grasped it her hands. He was so large, and heavy, and her excitement grew as she fondled him. The thumb of one hand circled the tip, and rubbed the fluid of his pre come around the ridge of his cock. With her other hand she reached back and took the weight of his balls in her palm, as her fingertips stroked the sensitive skin just behind them. She felt his penis twitch in reaction to her touch. 

Jake broke the embrace and leaned down to untie the heavy work boots he wore, so that he could shed his jeans. In record time he reached for Susan once again, and grasping her waist with both hands, he lifted her so that her breasts were level with his hot mouth. He suckled her through the lace of the corset, and Susan wrapped her long legs around his waist. Her back was arched and her head thrown back as she wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders. Her hands went to the back of his head to hold him to her. She panted and moaned as she squirmed against him. 

Jake moved his hands to grasp her ass and rub her steaming cunt against his stomach. Susan could feel the pressure building up inside of her. Her focus centered on the teeth and tongue that alternately bit, licked and flicked her tight nipples, and the pulsing need in her hot, wet pussy. “Please”, Susan gasped. 

“Please what?” Jake’s voice was muffled as he continued to press his face to her breasts. “Tell me what you want.” 

“ Oh, baby, I want you. I need you!” Susan pleaded.

Jake walked a few steps forward until he reached her desk. He let Susan slide down him until she sat on the edge of the desk. Jake stepped back and took his cock in his hand. “Suck me,” he demanded. Susan slid off of the desk, and dropped to the floor in front of him. He was so large she licked her lips in anticipation as she grasped the base of his cock in one hand. Gently squeezing, she pressed her tongue flat against the head of his dick, then she opened her mouth wide and took him inside. Creating a vacuum in her mouth, she began to suck him.

With her other hand she ran her fingernails lightly up the inside of his thigh, over his balls, to the small stretch of skin between his balls and his anus. Jake’s hips bucked and his hands came to rest on her head, more for support, that to hold her there. Susan rimmed his anus with her finger, and drew her hand back slowly toward his balls. At the same time she licked and sucked the tip of his cock, wrenching a low moan from him. 

“That’s enough. I don’t want to shoot yet.” Jake pulled his hips back until his penis slid out of Susan’s mouth. He lifted her once again, and set her on the edge of her desk. Grabbing her desk chair he slid it over in front of her and sat down. Then Jake lifted Susan’s legs, bending her knees up and back, until her feet rested on the arms of the desk chair. 

Smiling, Jake ran his hands up the smooth length of her silk clad legs and thighs. Susan leaned back on her hands, as Jake’s fingers found and spread her pussy lips open. “You are so wet, you juices are dripping down your cunt to your ass.” Jake blew a gentle stream of cool air over her open cunt. Susan’s hips bucked and she whimpered in reaction. Jake finally leaned forward and pressed his tongue to her swollen, hard clit. Licking and sucking he drove Susan higher and higher. He pushed first one, then two fingers into her hungry pussy. Susan began to shudder with the driving need pounding through her, as he worked his fingers in and out of her, stretching her making her ready for him. His tongue continued to flick back and forth over her clit.

Satisfied, Jake stood and rammed his hard, aching cock into Susan’s cunt. Buried deep, he asked her, “Is this what you’ve been wanting? What you’ve been waiting for?”

“Yesss!” Susan hissed between her clenched teeth. “Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!”

Jake began to drive his engorged cock in and out of Susan’s pussy. The heat and feel of her inner muscles clenching him were spurring him on, faster and faster. Harder he pounded his cock in and out of her, over and over again. Knowing he was close, he reached down between them, and found her clit with his thumb, and began to rub it. “Come for me! Now!” Jake growled panting. Then he felt the walls of her cunt squeezing him sporadically as Susan screamed the release of her orgasm. Thrusting into her once, twice more Jake spurt his cum deep inside of her. 

Catching his breath, Jake slid them both to the floor. Just as they were dozing off, Susan murmured, “Happy Birthday to me. Thank you Jake. For everything.”



The Secret Admirer



Copyright 2001

{This story was somewhat difficult to write. There's a fine line between a secret admirer, and some very inappropriate ways of pursuing a woman. I aim to make this story the kind of romantic fantasy a woman would love to have happen}

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Friday

Debby looks down at the stack of mail on her desk. The usual stuff-invoices and checks, an office supply catalog, a few pieces of direct mail advertising, and something different. She sets aside the regular mail and focuses on the nice envelope with the wax seal. The paper is very attractive, obviously expensive, it's sage colored and has a cottony feel. Her name is on the front, hand-written in black ink, very neatly and with a precision that conveys intelligence. She slides her letter opener inside a seam and it slices through the paper. Inside she finds one page of stationary. She unfolds it and breathes a hint of cologne. She lifts the letter to her nose and smells a very masculine scent, spicy and aromatic. She envisions a man in a tuxedo with this scent, very classy. She's finds herself curious as she Focuses on the words:

Debra,

I have been admiring you for some time. I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. We have met before, but only briefly. Allow me a chance to win your affections. I would like to take you to dinner one week from today--the finest restaurant in town. I will suprise you with something nice each day next week leading up to Friday. I will give you instructions on when and where we will meet for dinner. My identity will be revealed then.

Warmly,

YSA

Deb chest heaves and a warmth fills her blushing chest. Her mind reels imagining all the possibilities. Who could this be? She thinks of a few men she finds attractive and smiles, pondering, hoping. She grabs her purse and finds a mirror, she powders her nose and admires her face. Romantic thoughts fill her mind as she sees herself in the company of a handsome man catering to her every need-- A man consumed by her beauty, and eager to please. Yeah, I am worthy of this she concludes. I wonder what he'll do next....

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Monday

Deb wheels her chair up to her desk and sets her purse underneath. The weekend was nice, but end of month bookwork needs completing, and people will want paychecks too, so it's back to work. Her thoughts of the Secret Admirer only crossed he mind occasionally over the weekend, but staring at the stack of unopened mail from the weekend she begins to wonder. she rifles through the stack of envelopes quickly....no.....nope.....nuthin.....Ah Ha!there's the sage colored stationary. She lifts the envelope to her nose and breathes in the masculine scent. Setting aside the rest of the mail, Deb slides a fingernail through the wax seal and the flap lifts nicely. Inside is the perfectly trifolded stationary.

It reads:

Hello Deb,

I am guessing it is Monday and you are just getting back to work. This puts us another day closer to our Friday rendezvous. I'm sure you have some shopping to do. Maybe you would like to have some new perfume to debut that night? Bloomingdales at the Mall of America has a gift certificate in your name waiting behind the Fragrance counter. Go pick out whatever you want.

I look forward smelling it on you Friday.

YSA

Deb folds the letter up neatly and returns it to the envelope. "What makes him so sure I'll show up?" she asks herself. But before putting it away, she closes her eyes and lifts it to her nose. She inhales deeply and imagines a man: handsome and sexy, dressed in a tuxedo, his eyes fixed on hers. They are seated in a padded booth built for two in an elegant restaurant. The room is lit by candles casting a soft glow. He reaches across the table and takes her hand and caresses it softly. His hands are soft, yet strong. She imagines his arms to be muscular and strong; she wonders how good it would feel to be inside them. He squeezes her hand and says she looks beautiful. She smiles and bashfully looks down. She looks up to see him still smiling and studying her face. The diamonds in her earrings beam light in all directions forming a frame around her face. When the waiter approaches and he slides to the center of the booth, you meet him there and review the wine list and appetizers together. You lean forward slightly allowing his arm to fall comfortably behind you. The waiter takes your order and promptly retreats to the kitchen. You turn to face your man with your lips only inches apart. You smell the cologne you have longed to attach to this man. Your lips meet in a soft kiss. You feel a surge of lust rise up inside you as you feel his hand drop to your knee. Your hand meets his and slides it up higher on your thigh.

"I want you" he whispers as you part your legs just slightly. He feels the top of your silk stockings and strums your garter belt.

"In time" you respond....

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Tuesday

Another day has arrived and the anticipation continues to build. Deb is constantly reminded by the scent of the new perfume picked out last night at the Mall--so much fun to be able to select 'whatever. The clerk behind the counter smiled knowingly, but wouldn't divulge anything about the man that left the credit at the counter. She attempted to pry it out of her, but in the end all she would say was that you were one lucky lady.

Deb opens the door to the office and marches inside. She feels an extra spring in her step today. She feels prettier than she did yesterday, and can't really explain why. Others around the office seem to pick up on it, and she notices the looks she gets from admiring men and women seem to be a little longer and more frequent than normal. She smiles inside, and slides into her chair. "What will he do today?" she wonders as she reaches for the mail. Close to the top of the stack she finds the letter. She tears it open and reads:

Little things throughout the day

Make me think of you and say

How lucky I am to have found

A woman fit to wear a crown

And so I know I owe to you

The chance to feel the way I do

Please enjoy the gifts you get today

This debt is one I must repay

YSA

Deb folds up the stationary, opens the front of her desk and unties the ribbon holding the other letters together. She sniffs the letter for the wonders the cologne holds, then adds it to the stack and reties the bow. 

A few hours later a courier arrives at the office. He asks for "Debra". She waves him over and signs for the package. Inside the large box she finds: a brown wicker basket. It is wrapped in gold plastic and holds many items. She sorts through the small jars of bathing salts and lotions, boxes of soaps and creams, scented candles and long matches, Potpourri chips surround the items and fill the office with wonderful aromas of clove, cinnamon, and lemon. At the bottom of the basket she finds a gold box full of the unmistakable chocolates of Godiva....

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The steam rises warming the air and fogging the mirror. Deb pours the bathing salts into the water and inhales the soothing vapor. She places a CD in the player and fills the room with soft, relaxing music. She slides a long wooden matchstick from the decorative metal tube and strikes it against the side. Around the room and on the corners of the tub are positioned candles. She moves from wick to wick lighting them. With the atmosphere near perfect, she lets the white tericloth robe fall to the floor and turns off the water. She admires her female form in the foggy mirror. She's been blessed with a figure a Barbie doll would be proud to own, and she's done her best to care for her body. She tests the water with her fingers, then steps inside. She lays back in the hot bath and feels the tension leave her body. The moisturizers in the water softens her skin and makes it a pleasure to touch. "I don't blame him for wanting to touch this body" she concludes as her hands glide over her skin. She turns to notice the flicker of candlelite illuminating a cool glass of Chardonnay resting on the edge of the tub. She reaches for it and enjoys its combination of sweet and oaky flavors. Her hands travel down to her legs and she decides to shave. She reaches for the razor and cream. The steel blades glide across the surface of her skin crisply removing the stubble. Her legs feel so smooth it arouses her. She decides it is time to shave another area and guides the razor around her mound and over the sides of her fleshy lips. She sets the razor aside and rubs her fingers over her clit and closes her eyes. The image of her handsome and sexy secret admirer comes into view. Her free hand slides up her thigh, over her stomach and cups a breast. She begins to tease and tug a nipple imagining it is the hand of her romantic secret lover. She feels her insides stir. Her fingers begin moving faster as her clit hardens and swells. She feels her pussy fill with wetness, yearning to be filled. She slides her middle finger inside. She imagines her man naked on top of her, his cock deep inside. Frozen, hovering over her, she interlocks her fingers behind his strong neck. She lifts her lips to his and enjoys a soft fleshy kiss. She releases her grip and lets her hands slide down over his shoulders. Her fingers dance through the hair on his muscular chest, then continues down over the bumps of his tight and hard stomach. Her hands wrap around his back side grabs his hard cheeks and pulls him into her deeper. She thrusts up into him. She feels her clit contact his pelvic bone and she grinds against it. As if reading her mind, his thrusting picks back up and takes her to the top at the perfect pace. She feels his balls tighten and hears him groan as her own orgasm comes thundering through. She feels the jets of cum surge as her muscles spasm and her body convulses. She opens her eyes, looks around the room, and returns to reality. "Wow, that almost felt real, I gotta start taking more baths" she giggles reaching for her wine. Her body still shaking as She turns the water back and reheats the tub. A wide smile of satisfaction fills her face as she sighs. Then she remembers: "The chocolates!!" She lifts up and reaches over the edge of the tub and finds the gold box. She unwraps a nugget of pure heaven and take a bite. It melts in her mouth and transmits a message of joy to her brain. "This Secret Admirer stuff isn't half bad" she chuckles popping another chocolate into her mouth.

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Wednesday

Deb rolls into work with a smile on her face. She can't remember when she's slept better. Her first thoughts this morning when she opened her eyes were of what new surprises the day might bring. Her body still feeling refreshed and invigorated from last night's bath has her feeling younger and prettier than ever today. Everyone in the office seems to pick up on her vibe as faces turn and smile in her direction as she makes her way to the desk. She isn't seated but a few seconds when she looks down at the phone message in the middle of her desk; her hair dresser had called to confirm their appointment. "I didn't schedule an appointment with my hairdresser tonight" she whispers as she dials the number left on the note. Her hairdresser answers the phone. "Hi, this is Deb, I got your call about our appointment, but I think there has been a mistake, I'm not ready for another cut."

"I know" responded her hairdresser, " and he told me you'd call".

"Who told you I'd call?" Deb asks.

"Your Man friend" she replies " I didn't have an opening in my schedule, but when a guy tips like that, I do a little rearranging". " So be here at 5:30 tomorrow, and don't eat beforehand, he's sending over a variety of salads from the D'Amico deli down the road. And with the facial, manicure and hairstyling, you'll be here a while." "Quite a guy you've got there Deb,how long have you been hiding him from me? With treatment like this I'd keep him a secret too."

"Yeah, he is quite a guy" she responds, "and he's a mystery to me too" she laughs. "See you at 5:30 tomorrow, and oh! about my daughter-"

"She'll be fine, she's got tickets to see Harry Potter at the theater. One of our daycare providers will take her, we'll feed her too"

"Wow! o.k., see you tomorrow". Deb hangs up the phone and leans back in her chair. She's been at her desk for five minutes and Mr. Mystery has already rocked her world. Little does she know that her secret admirer isn't done for the day...

"That does it, I'm calling my best friend, I can't believe this is happening to me, I've got to tell someone" Deb whispers to herself as she dials the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, whatcha doin?" Deb starts.

"Not much, just shuffling papers, what's news with you?" her friend Natalie replies.

"Lots! you are not going to believe what is happening to me". With this Deb launches into the whole story. At times she hears herself talking so fast she has to remind herself to slow down. Her friend listens intently, occasionally interjecting comments like "Oh my God", or "You've got to be kidding me". She finishes her story with the "invitation to dinner proposition".

"So what are you going to do, or should I ask what are you going to wear?" Natalie laughs out loud.

"I don't know what I am going to do" Deb whines "What would you do? I feel so confused. I wouldn't normally ever consider such a meeting, but my god, this guy has made such a supreme effort. Besides, I'm dying to find out who it is. He says we've met before."

"I'll watch your daughter, just drop her off at my place after work. You'll need lots of time to get ready."

"So you think I should go?"

"Without question. Just bring your mobile phone, call me and let me know where you are and how its going. I'd go in a second. I'd go crazy if I didn't at least find out who my mystery man was."

"Thanks, Hun. I had to tell someone, this is all just so unbelievable. I'll talk to you later."

"Anytime. Keep me posted--and you'll owe me DETAILS after this. Bye." Natalie laughs and hangs up.

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Deb rifles through her mail the moment it arrives and finds her daily letter, same distinctive stationary, same masculine scent. Inside it reads:

I'm sure the anticipation is building. By now, you've probably decided whether you will see this through. Don't be nervous. Enjoy the day.

YSA

Later that day, a delivery arrives. The Courier goes straight to her desk. Her co-workers turn and look.

"Getting lots of packages aren't we, Deb?" one inquires.

"Yes, I was expecting this one." Deb coyly replies without divulging anything.

Deb tears the shipping box open and sees the distinctive pink and white stripes of Victoria's Secret. Her face goes flush as she feels the stares from her co-workers. "He wouldn't" she pannicks as she slowly lifts the lid. On top of the tissue paper is a single sheet of stationary, unfolded, print face-up. On it is written:

Relax, you can show them what's on top. They'll believe you bought them for yourself. Stay warm. YSA

Deb unfolds the tissue paper and lifts out the first piece. Pajama pants. Soft, cottony flannel, Cream colored with hundreds of little red roses with short green stems. Deb lays them across her knee and pulls out the matching top: long sleeves, buttons up the front, and a soft little collar.

"Those look cozy" your co-worker offers. Deb senses she was hoping to see something a little sexier, and is relieved that it wasn't.

"Yeah, these will keep me warm this Winter." she responds with confidence. Deb feels the redness leaving her face. She begins folding the pajamas when she notices another layer of tissue paper in the box with something else underneath. Deb looks up to make sure the coast is clear, then lifts the paper off. Underneath she finds silk-lipstick red with lace at the bottom, spaghetti straps and --my god!! It's a Teddy. She feels the soft material quickly, then covers it up and repacks the box. She feels the heat flush back in her face. She looks up to see if anyone has noticed, but fortunately they have returned to their work. She slides the box under her desk next to her purse. "That's pretty bold," she says to herself. But somehow its o.k.. Maybe it was the way he saved her with the modest pajamas, but while a teddy is an awfully forward gift, she still feels in control. "This guys has got some guts" she concludes and returns to her work.

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Thursday

Deb enters the office bright eyed and smiling. She pours a mug off hot coffee and sits down to work.

"What's with you these past few days?" a co-worker asks. "You just seem so full of life."

"I don't know" she replies, half wondering aloud exactly why it is that her attitude has gotten so good. "I've been taking some extra time to do some nice things for myself this week, and I've been sleeping really well. Guess I've just been indulging myself a lot lately and it feels good" she says convinced that, to a degree, it's really true.

"Guess I'd better start doing the same," her co-worker responds "because you are just looking terrific these days."

"Thanks" Deb smiles. "How sweet of you to say".

Deb turns to her "IN" basket and pulls out a ledger. She begins studying the number and making entries when her mind begins to wander. She finds herself thinking back to last night. She tried on the Teddy and matching thong panties, stood in front of her full length mirror and admired her body. Her blonde hair rested nicely on her bare shoulder. The chill in her bedroom made her nipples to poke dramatically through the front. The Teddy followed her figure to the waist, then fell loosely to mid-thigh. She imagines the look on his face the moment he sees her in with her bedroom eyes: his jaw dropping, his breathing stopped. She sees him in his own silk boxer walking towards her. She envisions his hairy chest and hard body. His hand reaches forward and touches her jaw. He gently coaxes her face to his where their lips meet. Her body falls defenseless to the power of his kiss. She feels her hands lift to his chest, over his pecks to his neck where she holds his face tightly to hers. They kiss passionately, hungrily. Effortlessly he sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the bed. She sees the rose petals strewn throughout and on the pillows. She feels the weight of his hard body on hers. His lips move to her neck and his hands to the thin straps of her top. He peels down the top and sucks a hard nipple into his mouth. Deb groans as his teeth rake across them. She feels his hard cock with her toes as he slides lower. He lifts the bottom of the teddy up over her stomach. He lowers his lips to her mound. His tongue extends and licks up the center of her opening. A strand of juice from her pussy connects his wet tongue with her clit. He looks up at her and smiles. 

"You taste so good" he moans as he lowers his lips back down to your clit and sucks it deep into his mouth....

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Thursday afternoon has Deb in a slight panic. Now that she has decided to meet her secret admirer, she's confronted with the problem of what-to-wear. "If we are going to the finest restaurant in town, I'll need to dress up. What should I wear?" she laments as she raps her nails on her desk nervously. "Hopefully today's mail will offer a few more clues, but I don't have time to shop."

Deb's prayers are answered later that day when the Courier arrives at the office.

"Looks like I'll have a job as long as you are around," he chuckles as he hands over the box. Deb signs on the dotted line and sends him on his way.

"You win the lottery or sumthin'?" your nosy co-worker chimes.

"Just having my Christmas gifts sent here, got an early start on my shopping this year," Deb fibs to fend her off.

She opens the box and finds the familiar Victoria's Secret box inside and slides the cardboard band off. Just under the lid lies today's note:

Worried about what to wear? Fret no more. And don't worry transportation to dinner. I've arranged for that. Someone will be at your door at 7 p.m. tomorrow night.




The Secret Affair



Quite a few incest stories on this site start with a small teaser, something about "Enjoy, this story is absolutely true and happened to me!" While I won't be one to call my fellow writers lairs, when the love making starts after just simply 'walking in on one in the shower', I think they get reality and fantasy slightly confused.

The following story absolutely happened to me. I haven't told anybody, and quite frankly, it still bothers me some time. It isn't a tale of rape, or sexual harassment. I was an adult at the time, and so was she, it was just the people we hurt along the way. I've changed everybody's name, because I don't know how I could face my family again if they knew what had happened.

The summer before my senior year of high school started out like any other. My part-time job at the mall had me working only 18 hours a week, and I had just turned 18 years old.. So, I laid around and played video games, and occasionally hung out with friends. One day, my grandmother called. "Mark," she asked me in her simply, grandmotherly way, "Are you busy today?" she asked.

I sighed and continued navigating the menu screens of my favorite video game with my free hand while my other hand held my mobile phone to my face. "No, grandma," I said. I assumed she wanted some chores done at her house. She had me come over a few times throughout the summer to do small things for her. This was starting out like one of those times.

"Can you go over to Aunt Melissa's house?" she asked. Aunt Melissa, married to my Uncle Rob, was young, in her early 30's. She was blonde, and fairly attractive. Since I was 14 she had gotten into my teenage dreams in one way or another. Uncle Rob was my mom's brother, and since Melissa was fond of going to her parent's house for the holidays, we rarely saw them. When I did see her, we were both polite, and I was quite shy.

"Uh, sure, what for?" I asked dear old Grandmother. My crush on Melissa was my secret. I didn't tell anybody, and I tried to come off cool and confident when people brought her up. My grandmother explained that my aunt had talked to Grandmother on the phone, and she thought it could be useful if I did chores for her too. So, I became the family chore boy, and quickly got dressed, hopped in my used Jeep, and drove down to my Aunt's house.

My uncle worked hard, and their house was decently sized. He had such a well-paying job that Melissa had afforded to take a few years off to raise their only son, Bobby. Four years later, and she was still a stay at home mom. I parked my Jeep and headed up to the house and knocked on the front door. She answered.

She was shorter than me, and sort of plump and soft, though not overweight. She had stunning blond hair and some blue eyes. Her breasts seemed to jump out at me, though they weren't overtly big. Being a teenager, I had thought about her just taking me of course, but she didn't, and I wasn't even 18 yet.

"Oh hey," she said. She was completely uninterested in me. I was a little disappointed. She gave me a list of chores to do, all fairly boring and uninteresting. I got quickly to work on them. I thought about taking off my shirt, or something like you'd see in a porno, in hopes that she would come on to me, but I decided against it, and truth was, I never saw her after the time I got their. My cousin Bobby kept me company, while he told me various stories.

It was about 5pm and I had only gotten about a fifth of the chores done when my Uncle Rob came down. He was friendly, and probably my favorite uncle. He thanked me for helping out, and gave me a pretty large sum of cash. He said my aunt might call for me to come back another day, and I said ok, and left. I never saw Melissa.

The following day, she didn't call, so I didn't come over. The following weeks, I finally gave up that I would ever get to execute my lust for my aunt, so I went back to dreaming about porn stars, and local girls at school.

They didn't show up at my family party, yet sent a card with another healthy sum of money. I wasn't surprised.

About a week later, my phone rang. I answered. "Hello?" I asked.

"Hey, Mark," Melissa's voice said. She sounded like she had been laughing a few minutes before. "Can you come over for some chores?"

I smiled, and felt something exciting in my stomach. "Sure," I replied, and sped the whole way there.

I showed up and knocked on the door. She showed up, carrying Bobby. She was wearing a tight yellow sun dress. Her breasts were showing and I tried to slowly lower my eyes and sneak a peak. Today, she was much more friendly. She touched my casually, and laughed with me. We flirted casually, with no real romantic overtones. The chores were light today, and mostly she followed me around, and her and Bobby kept me company with some light, fun banter. Still, whenever she stood next to me, she got a little closer than you would except for aunt-nephew, and she seemed to love casually touching me, and her hands lingered on my teenage body.

Things continued like that for a few more days. She had me come over every day. Her and Bobby became my best friends that summer. She bought me lunch and paid me well. Soon, she started dismissing me before Uncle Rob came home.

"I think that'll do it for today, Mark," she said. Bobby was up in his room playing. I smiled at her and nodded.

"Alright, Melissa. Call me if you need me," I said casually, and I turned to the door, but she placed her hand on my arm. I stopped, and she slowly leaned up to my face. Her soft, warm lips came slowly on mine. The moment seemed to last forever. It was a slow seductive, kiss, with no tongue action, but I could just feel the passion coming from her body. Her hand graced my lower back while we kissed. Her lips were warm, and I felt kept after she slowly pulled away. Her hand slipped off my body has well.

My face turned bright red, I could feel the heat from my face, and my dick stirred in my pants. "I, uh, ok." I said, not sure how to treat what just happened.

She saw my reaction, and had something similar. Her face turned red, and she turned away from me. "Ok, later then," and she left. On my whole drive home, I felt my heart beating in my chest, with my mind replaying the long soft kiss. Aunt Melissa had gone from one of my crushes, to a friendly family member, and now, back to the object of my lust.

As soon has I got home that night, I let myself into the shower and masturbated until my dick was practically bleeding. I had it bad for her. The following day, she didn't call. I was disappointed, but I thought she might still be embarrassed. The second day, I thought about calling her, to ask if she needed me to come over, but she called first. I agreed (of course), and came right over.

She was there, with Bobby. Today was more of the same. She was friendly, followed me around, touched me casually. Near the time she usually dismissed me, she sent little Bobby up to his room to play, and I felt my heart race with excitement. I had just fixed their TV connection, and was sitting on their couch watching TV. Melissa came back in. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt and I could see the lacy black bra she had under. She handed me a roll of cash. I thanked her, and stood up and headed to the door. But, something came over me. Today, I like to think of it has the moment that changed everything.

I stopped, and leaned into her. My hands went around her body, embracing her, and I leaned my head forward. She took the invitation, and pressed her lips against mine. Our wet, warm lips softly pushed against each other. Her slender hand slowly moved around my back and gently grabbed my ass. It was the first time I had such contact with a woman. It sent shivers through my body, and my cock became hard instantly. It pushed up against her soft body, and she felt it. She pulled away. She was beat red, and looked embarrassed. I must of looked the same way, yet, unlike her, I had a confident smile on my face. She thanked me, and left right away. I didn't know what to do, so I left.

O f course, I raced home, and masturbated like a freak when I got there. Her touch felt so fantastic. I wanted to call her and chat with her like a girlfriend, but I knew I couldn't.

The next day, she didn't call. I was confused, and ashamed. However, like before, she did call the day after. This day was probably one of the funniest.

It was mid-July. It was close to 100 degrees, and felt muggier than hell. She and Bobby greeted me as normal, and she had me set up a little kiddy pool for Bobby. The pool was plastic one, maybe seven feet in diameter and about two feet of water. Once I had it set up, little Bobby changed into his trunks and played nicely in. Then, Melissa came out.

She was wearing a blue bikini. Her breasts looked shapely and fine in the tight top, and her ass looked pretty damn good too. Her skin was tanned and appealing. She smiled at me, and tossed her blond hair in my direction. I loved the feeling. We seemed to both acknowledge the sexual tension between us, and she seemed to love teasing me.

She sat with her feet in the pool and talked to me and Bobby. Finally, I shed my shirt, and cleared out my pockets of goods, and climbed into the pool with my jean shorts on and paddled around with Bobby. I glanced over at Melissa from time to time. She was wearing rather big sunglasses, but seemed to smile at my hard, teenage body. I had fun playing with my little cousin, and sneaking peaks at her body shimmer in the July sun. Occasionally, I caught running her hands over her breasts or in between her legs. I wanted to go over, say some corny line from a porno, and pull my dick out, but I couldn't. After all, she was my aunt.

She asked me to come inside, about 30 minutes sooner than usual. I smiled and followed her into her house. Her ass shook seductively while she led me inside. I watched her ass carefully, and wondered what we would do now. She smiled at me and turned back. "Are you watching my butt?" she said with a giggle. I smiled and shook my head. "No, of course not!" I said. I was embarrassed, but she seemed to like the attention.

As soon as we were in the living room, she grabbed a roll of bills from the table and offered it to me. When I reached out to grab it, she pulled it back, and slipped her slender hands around my wet, bare body. She pulled me close, and I put my arms around her. Her saintly-covered bussom pressed up against my chest and we kissed. Today, we kissed with tongue for the first time, hers slowly entered my mouth and chased mine around. She cooed softly and I could feel my cock starting to rise in my wet jeans. I tried to position my hips so she wouldn't feel. After we made out for what felt like a few minutes, she gave me my money. "See you later, stud," she said. I smiled. I felt like such a badass, dating an older woman.

Later that night, a few girls that were my age that I had been trying to go out with my earlier in the summer called, and I was rude to them. After all, I had gotten father with a sexy, older woman earlier in the day, so I didn't need them.

Oddly enough, for about a week and a half, she didn't call. I called once, but got the answering machine. I started to get worried, so, when I was eating dinner with my parents and brother, I brought it up.

"Aunt Melissa hasn't had me over to do chores for a while," I said. My dad snorted and my mom looked uncomfortable. For a moment, I wondered if that had known somehow.

"Well... her and Uncle Rob are having some... marriage problems," My mom said softly. My younger brother was sitting there, and I just said "Oh".

After dinner, I went through a range of emotions. At first, I felt glad, as if I could somehow get a relationship with her if she got divorced, but soon, I convinced myself that wouldn't happen. Then I imagined Uncle Rob somehow finding out, and getting angry. He is my favorite uncle, and I felt sorrow for hurting him.

Then, I imagined Aunt Melissa has some kind of cougar, using me like a boy toy, and I got mad at her. I was confused, and angry. This is why I warn against incest. Romantic relationships are already a minefield of emotions, and when adding the dynamic of family, it only makes it worse. It may seem awesome, but trust me, it's overrated.

So, I gave up on Aunt Melissa. I stopped waiting for her calls, and I went out to a few movies with a nice girl that was a year younger than me. I was planning to go to the Zoo with her, when my phone rang one morning. It was, Aunt Melissa, of course.

"Hey, stud, how's it going?" she asked. The word stud was whispered compared to everything else. We chatted briefly, about how she had been busy with some things, but wanted me to keep coming over again. I agreed, and went over that day.

She greeted me alone, Bobby was elsewhere. "Hey, Mark," she said. She was wearing tight clothes and leaning against the wall. I smiled and gave her a long hug. Our bodies lingered for awhile. We chatted for awhile and she gave me a list of chores. I went of doing them and she followed me around. We made small talk, and during the day, she mentioned that they were sending Bobby to a day camp for preschool children. I felt a slight rush, and turned and smiled at her, and she returned my smile.

That day, Uncle Rob came home early and got Bobby for a doctor's appointment, so, Melissa gave me a rather quick hung and handed me the money. She told me to come over without calling at the usual time, and I agreed.

The next day, I arrived at the house, and let myself in. She was nowhere to be found on the first floor, but when I started to go up to the upper floor, she was standing here, wearing her tight yellow sundress, one of her (and my) favorites. She slowly walked down the stairs, smiling at me with a seductive, empowering grin. We greeted each other.

"Bobby is at his day camp today. He'll be gone all day for three weeks," she said, her body coming close to mine. My heart was beating, I knew something was up. I felt myself being overcome with lust.

"Oh, that's too bad, I liked the little guy," I said.

"Yeah, I guess," she said, and she lead me to the living room, we both sat down. She sat close to me, yet, with her body facing mine. Her breasts seemed to be projected in my direction. "Can I trust you, Mark?" she asked.

I paused, my face turned red. "Yeah, sure, Melissa," he said.

She smiled and shook her blond hair. "Your uncle and I are having some problems. We're not..." she laughed and looked around. "We're not having sex like we used too. He works too much," she said. My face turned even redder at the word 'sex'. I had dreamed about this moment, but never imagined it actually happening. The blood started going to dick and I felt my face pounding red.

She kept smiling, "I didn't mean to make you comfortable," she said. Her hand went to my thigh and I felt my cock start to get hard. She must have noticed the growing bulge in my pants. "Can I trust you, Mark?" she asked.

I nodded nervously. I wanted to be cool and collected, but I was a nervous wreck. My hands were shaking and I was trying to think of some way to hide my growing boner. Her hand slowly slid up my leg. "We can never tell anybody," she said. I knew she was talking about sex, but I was too nervous to move or say a word. Slowly she reached my bulge and started slowly running her fingers over it. She moaned softly and grinned at me at feeling my growing dick. Slowly, she stood up and knelt before me, I spread my legs to let her get at my crotch.

My heart was racing, and everything seemed to be going so fast. She carefully undid my pants, and reached inside, pulling my cock out. I practically came just feeling her warm, soft hands on my hard shaft.

I clenched the sofa and she flashed her eyes at me. Her hands jerked up and down my shaft, making me extent to my full length. She rubbed my thigh and softly told me to relax. With that, she wrapped her soft lips around my cock and went down on me. Her eyes locked with mine. 

I didn't last long. She went down about twice before I clenched my fists and shot my load in her mouth. It took her by surprise, but she smiled. Her hand started fondling my ballsack and she started sucking the cum from my cock. I apologized, "I'm sorry, Melissa," I said.

When she finished, she stood up and licked her lips. "It's alright, you'll get better the more we do this," she said. I felt better already. She slowly started undoing her sundress. I felt odd, so I stood up and took off my shirt and pants, but kept my underwear on. She dropped her dress, and was wearing some bright red underwear and bra. She smiled at me and walked over and wrapped arms around me. We embraced, and kissed.

I felt much more comfortable kissing her. We kissed, full on with tongues, and we let our bare bodies grind together. This time, I didn't bother hiding my hard cock from her.

After a few minutes, she pulled away teasingly and laid back on the sofa. "I'm wet," she said with a grin. I didn't know what she meant at first, but I smiled.

"I'm glad," I said. I must have sounded so stupid to her, but at the time, I was trying to come off manly and experienced, which I wasn't.

She slowly slid her little red panties down off her waist, giving me my first view of a female vagina. She was slightly trimmed, and soaking with wetness. I smiled and she nodded and told me to come close.

"Get on your knees, go down on me," she said. I felt my hands shaking, and did as she asked. My hands slowly rubbed her smooth, inner thighs and she pulled her lips apart, showing me her pink.

My voice cracked when I spoke, "Uh, I haven't... done this very much," I said, trying to sound like I had done any of this before. She nodded and smiled.

"Just start using your tongue, you'll be fine at it," she said. I nodded and brought my lips to her pussy. I was afraid at first, but slowly poked inside of her with the tip of my tongue. It was wet and warm, not was I really expected. She let out a long lustful moan, which gave me more courage. She kept moaning and cooing, and encouraging me, and I started licking her out. My tongue just went in circles in every direction. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but she was moaning so loudly, I felt good about myself. 

She started rubbing my blond hair, which scared me at first, I thought she was pulling me away, but she told me to keep going, and faster. I looked up and saw her rubbing her own breasts with her red bra still on. I stopped after seeing her, "Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Fuck no!" she shouted, somewhat angry," Keep going, Mark, it feels so good," she said, and I kept it up. I licked her out for a few more minutes until she told me she was too horny and asked me to stop. I was worried I had something wrong, after all, she didn't climax with a screaming fit like the girls in pornos I had seen, so I was concerned.

I stood their out of place, until she told me to take my briefs off and she started taking her bra off. I got a full look at her full, shapely breasts and smiled. Her breasts were so awesome, and I remember her nipples standing up on end, and being so hard.

I dropped my briefs and let my cock come out, full and hard. She told me to come on top of her and put it inside of her. She was very kind and guiding. She asked me to pull out before I came and I agreed, thought at the moment I just remember my cock pulsing with the blood flow and just wanted to be inside her so bad. So, she flipped her hair and started rubbing her own hard nipples. She smiled and told me to come on. So, I did.

Slowly, I penetrated her with my manhood and I gasped for air. She felt so warm, it was incredible. I started thrusting my dick in and out, as I was a veteran of porn watching. She started moaning, even louder than when I went down on her, and she seemed to enjoy it. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to enjoy rubbing her tits, but I didn't care. Besides, she occasionally opened her eyes and rubbed my chest.




The Secret Affair



During the love making, she shouted out in lust that she loved me. I remember thinking at that point that I wanted to live with her. I don't remember how long I lasted, it wasn't very long. I pulled my cock out and held it oddly. She opened her eyes. "Mmmm," she said, "let me take care of that." She crawled over and sofa and once again, slipped her lips over my head and looked up into my eyes. She had me in her mouth only for about a half a second before I blew my load in her mouth. She smiled, and starting grabbing my balls while she smile and sucked my seed down.

Once she had finished, she laid back on the sofa, satisfied. I sat next to her, and she laid her head on my chest. I felt like the manly badass in the world, and I put my arm around her naked body. He sat there, for a few moments, without saying anything. I had never touched a woman like this before, so I used the opportunity to carefully touch and feel her full pair of breasts. She cooed and kissed my chest softly in response. 

Part of me wanted to go again, but she had other plans. She stood up and grabbed her bra and panties. "See you tomorrow, stud?" she asked with a grin. I was confused, and slightly hurt, but I got the hint. We both got dressed, and she told me good bye. We didn't hug, or kiss, and she didn't pay me.

The drive home, I felt both victorious and hurt. I really didn't know what to think. When I got home, I strutted around my brother like the king of the jungle. I wanted to brag about losing my virginity, but, he was a minor, and probably would tell somebody.

That night, however, was horrible. I thought my Uncle Rob, and started having nightmares and uneasy thoughts. I had betrayed him, and to this day, I still feel bad about it.

The next couple of days, she didn't call, and I didn't feel care. I had nightmares about Uncle Rob finding out and killing me, or worse, telling my parents, which, for some reason, seemed the worse possible outcome. My summer was almost over, and I had to begin my senior year of high school soon. I had about two weeks left when she called. She sounded giddy, and said she had a surprise. Despite all my bad feelings, I felt reinvigorated. I came right over.

That day, we were fairly straight to business. I walked in, and she hugged me. She took my hand led me up to their bedroom. She told me to sit down and once again, got on her knees, and gave me a blowjob. I came in her mouth. She then came on the bed, and we started kissing and undressing. Once we were both naked, she gave me a playful lesson of how to use a condom, and put it over my hard dick. 

She told me about the 'cowgirl' position, and I laid back on their bed. She mounted me, wrapping her legs around me, and slid her pussy over my cock. She rode me hard, but I lasted longer than before. She actually started screaming loudly, and I was slightly worried that I was hurting her, but I wonder if she was coming close to climaxing. I shot my load into the condom and told her. She seemed slightly disappointed, but she climbed off and laid next to me in her husband's bed.

We snuggled and kissed with our naked bodies for about 15 minutes, until she told me that she'd call me. I felt rejected, but this time, she gave me a longing kiss before I left.

Next week, it all came to a end. With only days before school started, I called her in desperation. I missed the feeling of her body, and I wanted her. She answered the phone rather curtly. "Yeah?" she said.

"It's Mark? Can I come over today?" I asked, with a slight ladies' man swagger.

She sighed. "Yeah, I guess," She didn't sound so sure, and I didn't know what to do. We paused on the phone, until she said, "Actually, that sounds really good," and I thanked her and came over.

When I walked In, she was sitting in the living room, watching TV and talking on the phone. She waved to me, and I smiled at her. I stood there for a few minutes, uncomfortably while she finished a phone with a friend. She was talking about her marriage, and it didn't sound good. While standing in their house, I saw pictures of her and my uncle, and my guilt came back. I thought about leaving, but soon enough, she hung up and addressed me.

"Come on, lets go," she said, with no passion or emotion, and she headed up the stairs. I followed her to my uncle's bedroom.

When I walked in, she already had her shirt off and just had taken her bra off. Her breasts looked so inviting, but she didn't seem to be in the mood for foreplay.

We undressed in silence, and she laid back on the bed and spread her legs. "Try to make it good," she said, running one hand through her blond hair and rubbing her tit with the other. I nodded, this didn't seem like a good day to come over.

My cock got hard soon enough, and I pushed into her. We fucked, rather emotionlessly. She moaned, but softer than our previous encounters, and her eyes were closed the whole time, her fingers were pretty occupied with her nipples. At times, I was cooing louder than her. I pulled my dick out, and held it nervously. She opened her eyes, and it almost seemed to be an afterthought for her. "Oh, blow it on my chest," she said. I grinned from ear to ear, and jerked myself off, spreading my white seed on her big bussom. She didn't look at me or smile, she just rubbed it over her nipples, feeling the sticky substance over her hard, sensitive tits. 

I wanted to cuddle with her, but I felt so used. She stood up and started for their bathroom. "I'll call you, next time," and with that, she slammed the bathroom door. I heard the shower start soon after. Shower sex had been a fantasy of mine, but, I didn't think tonight was a good time. I got dressed, and left.

School started, and she never called again. Later in the year, my mom gathered me and my brother around, and confided in us that Uncle Rob and Aunt Melissa were getting a divorce. I felt so much sorrow, not that I was losing my lover, but for Uncle Rob. Melissa's affair with me could have only made things worse. To this day, I feel guilty whenever I talk to him, or he gives me a rather good Christmas gift.

So, four years later, and we haven't heard from Aunt Melissa. She still has regular contact with my uncle, they exchange Bobby on opposite weekends, but I haven't talked to her since I last saw her shapely ass walking through that bathroom door. I don't think she told anybody in the family, since they are all still friendly with me. Uncle Rob and little Bobby are still quite friendly. The family's opinion on Melissa is quite negative, and she is the butt of quite a few jokes. I feel compelled to defend her, but I never mention her.

I've thought about looking her up, or giving her a call, but I never have. I've been busy with school, and my own sexually-active girlfriends.

So now, let me preach here a few minutes. Most of you are probably reading this because you think that incest is appealing, but let me warn against anybody who would try to start an incestuous relationship. It hurts, far worse than you could imagine, and leaves nothing but trouble. I have problems still looking my uncle in the eyes, and I had trouble dating girls of my own age for a few years.

So, now I've told you my secret. The one I'll probably carry to my grave has far as telling somebody in person. Here's to helping me sleep better at night. 



The Secret Attraction



'Where are my brown loafers?' Edward Barnes yelled down the stairs.

Katherine, his wife of almost nine years, flicked her eyes towards the ceiling as she tried to finish off preparing a large strawberry Pavlova dessert. Sighing quietly to herself, she walked from the large kitchen of their impressive detached house, along the hallway to the bottom of the stairs.

'Have you tried looking in the bottom of the wardrobe?' Katherine called up to him, the sharp tone of her voice almost daring him to summon her upstairs to help search for the elusive footwear.

'Found them,' came the curt reply a minute later, without thanks.

Katherine allowed herself a little shake of her head and mouthed a silent curse as she returned to the kitchen. It was only ten o'clock in the morning, but already the late June heat was starting to sit heavy in the still air.

She wished she was outside, sitting beneath the large beech tree at the bottom of their garden, with only a magazine and cup of coffee for company. Her pale complexion and shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair meant Katherine did not fare well in a strong direct sun, but nevertheless she enjoyed the combination of warmth, shade and relaxing solitude.

That would have to wait for another time, though. Today being the 26th, and therefore the nearest Saturday to the 25th, meant observing a Barnes family tradition that Katherine had been introduced to eleven years ago, just a couple of months after she had first met Edward.

Her husband's father, Charles, had been born on the 25th of June - exactly six months away from Christmas. To Charles this had seemed significant and therefore the perfect excuse to hold a celebration which, over the years, had grown to rival the more usual December festivities.

Relations, friends and even employees from the Barnes family insurance business were now obliged to attend, with the centrepiece of the day being a long, boozy buffet lunch that would usually last into early evening.

The venue was always a large marquee erected in the middle of the expansive lawn of Edward's parents' house. The only stipulation for attending was that guests were expected to prepare and bring a dish for the buffet. This year, Katherine and Edward had been allocated desserts.

Which meant that Katherine, with no assistance whatsoever from Edward, had spent the previous afternoon in the kitchen. She had been attempting to make the perfect meringue for the Pavlova, knowing that the recipe dictated it should be allowed to cool and dry out overnight.

And she wanted it to be perfect; every item presented for the buffet would be subject to intense scrutiny by the harridans of the Barnes clan. Any mistakes would merely give them ammunition for snide comments and gossip for months to come.

The finished meringue ring resembled a mini fortress of swirled white peaks. Katherine began to fill it with dollops of whipped cream, which she then topped with a generous pile of glistening, quartered strawberries.

Sieving on icing sugar as a final touch, Katherine heard heavy footsteps clomping down the hallway, approaching the kitchen.

'Are the children ready? We'll need to go soon. I don't want us to be late,' Edward said, looking at his watch.

Katherine looked back over her shoulder at him, standing in the doorway with his arms now folded. He was dressed in his usual preppy wardrobe, which today comprised a pink polo shirt tucked neatly into pale tan chinos.

She noticed the dark brown leather belt straining against a waistline that had begun its inexorable expansion a couple of years ago. The ensemble was completed by the elusive loafers and a light blue sweater draped over his shoulders.

'I told them to go upstairs and get changed, Edward,' was all Katherine said in response before turning back to her dessert, clenching her jaw.

Maybe if she could have faced one of their increasingly regular arguments, she would have asked him: Weren't you just upstairs? Why didn't you check on the kids? And who the hell still wears bloody chinos?

The answer to that last question was simple, though: most of the men attending her father's birthday party.

'Right, well I'll go and get the car ready,' Edward muttered as he turned and departed the kitchen.

Getting the car ready? What exactly did that entail, Katherine wondered to herself. Whenever she used their Range Rover - invariably with the their son and daughter in tow and carrying armfuls of whatever detritus was required for the activity they were about to embark on - it was just a case of inserting the key and starting it up.

Not much preparation required there at all, but then Edward's excuses for avoiding his parental duties had never been great.

It was not as if he was a bad father. Rather, he saw his role as a painfully traditional one, as doubtless his father and all of his ancestors had in turn done before him. Organising the children was Katherine's function, one she had given up a promising career in public relations to pursue. She still hung onto the dream that one day she would return to work but, with a seven- and a five-year-old, that remained a distant aspiration.

Sometimes, in her most private thoughts and usually after a few glasses of wine, Katherine could find herself speculating how her life would be if they had never had a family. She loved the children, of course, and would do anything for them, but witnessing the carefree existence of some of her childless friends was prone to invoke envy pangs.

Standing back from the kitchen counter, Katherine admired the completed Pavlova, a satisfied half-smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. The dessert was bigger than she had envisaged, about twelve inches in diameter and six high but she was pleased that, for once, something she had made actually resembled the picture in her cookery book.

Sure, there would be whispered comments that it was an easy recipe, but Katherine had long since learnt that universal praise at a Barnes family event was unattainable, so why bother attempting anything too complicated?

After a frantic fifteen minutes organising the children, getting changed into a cornflower blue sun dress and quickly dabbing on some make-up, Katherine was on the driveway, shepherding her offspring towards the waiting Range Rover. Edward sat motionless, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, saying nothing.

As usual, the car radio was tuned to some dry news programme. Had she been on her own, Katherine would have switched to a pop station, but she knew Edward could not stand what he termed 'that noise'.

Sitting in the passenger seat, she reflected that that was just another symptom of their age gap: she was thirty three, while Edward was ten years older, and unfortunately old for his age, too. His attitudes would often betray that he seemed to have more in common with his parents' generation than with theirs.

With the journey only being twenty miles, it passed quickly and mostly in silence, apart from the muted chattering and occasional squabbling coming from the back seat. Involuntarily, Katherine swallowed hard as their car swept through the grand iron gates of hers' house. There were already lots of cars parked there, mostly no more than a couple of years old, and mostly with a prestige badge.

Katherine recognised some of them as belonging to the advance party. This was some of Edward's siblings and assorted other relatives, all instructed to arrive early to help set out the buffet and complete any last minute preparations. The Barnes family knew when they were on display, and they liked everything to be just right.

As Katherine opened her door and stepped down onto the gravel driveway, a slightly plump woman sporting a severe dark brown bob rushed out from the house, beaming at them.

'Katherine, Edward, how are you,' she cried, before sticking her head through the open car door to greet the now excited children.

'Sophie, so nice to see you,' Katherine lied as the two women air kissed each others' cheeks. 'You're looking well,' she added, although it was clear that Sophie had managed to put on a few pounds since their last meeting just a month ago.

'Oh thank you, Katherine. I like your dress, is that the one you wore last year?'

Katherine forced a rictus grin, pausing to compose a clever reply that would reciprocate the offence without being too obvious. However, the appearance of Edward between the two women saved her the effort.

'Don't want to interrupt your gossiping, but do you want to get the kids un-strapped and out of the car, Katherine? They're slowly cooking in there!' he said, as he went to embrace Sophie.

'And how's my baby brother?' Sophie asked Edward.

Katherine and her sister had never seen eye to eye. Perhaps it was Sophie's self-appointed role of domestic goddess? Certainly she had, through innocuous sounding comments and observations over the years, made it abundantly clear that Katherine did not - and could not ever - measure up to her standards.

But at least it meant that today Sophie had taken it upon herself to organise entertainment for the kids, and Katherine watched as her children rushed off with their aunt in search of cousins to play with.

'Right, I'm off to say hello to mother and father. You better look after these,' Edward said, handing Katherine the car keys. 

She just glared at her husband, snatching the keys off Edward and letting him wander off without a word. Yet again, with no prior discussion, it seemed that she would be driving them back later.

That meant that Katherine would not be able to have a drink, the very thing she could do with right now to both combat the ever-increasing heat and dull the experience of the party. However, even with several hours to go, she dare not risk being branded an irresponsible drink-driving mother by any members of the extended Barnes family.

It also meant that Edward would spend much of the afternoon filling himself with alcohol. Some people were happy drunks, or aggressive drunks, or wild drunks, or amusing drunks. Edward, however, was a morose drunk, and Katherine knew that when they got home, he would undoubtedly just disappear to his den, leaving her to put the children to bed.

Sighing to herself, she opened the tailgate of the Range Rover, and carefully lifted the Pavlova out.

The marquee was, as ever, impressively large and it was refreshingly cool inside. Even Katherine had to admit that she was impressed with Charles Barnes. He had even thought to hire some catering-sized refrigerated displays, which sat humming quietly in the far corner. She gently placed her Pavlova into one of these, alongside half a dozen other desserts. Thankfully, it would not be disintegrating into a melted mess in the heat.

The party was beginning to get busy, and the chatter of so many conversations filled the marquee. Although it was too early for anyone to start eating yet, the savoury items were already on display along a long trestle table at the end of the marquee.

Not able to face making excruciating small talk with anyone just yet, Katherine sneaked across to inspect the various dishes. Not that she considered them the opposition, of course, but she merely wanted to check that her effort had come up to scratch.

Numerous platters and bowls were laid out, full of various salads, quiches, cold meats and salmon. Continuing her slow inspection, one dish caught her eye. Katherine could not figure out what it was, so she paused, trying to establish what might be in it. 

It seemed to have the consistency of coleslaw, but was a vivid yellow with various indescribable dark bits floating around in it. She was considering sticking a finger in it for a sneaky taste, when a sudden voice close beside her made her jump.

'What on earth is that?' the man, who had appeared unnoticed at her side, asked. 'It looks kind of... weird... and very yellow.'

Katherine turned her head to look at the man standing at her shoulder. She instantly recognising him, but struggled to place a name to the face. He was around her age, a little taller than Edward and certainly a lot slimmer around the middle. Katherine noted with approval that he was wearing smart designer jeans and a blue and white chequered short-sleeve shirt, which showed off his lightly-tanned forearms.

'Oh, sorry Mrs Barnes,' the man continued, his eyebrows knotting in concern, 'please tell me you didn't prepare it?'

'No,' she laughed, 'and you must call me Katherine.'

His expression relaxed, evidently relived he had not insulted her. He returned her smile.

'OK, Katherine it is.'

'Katherine it is,' she repeated, hoping that he would now reveal his name.

'You don't remember me, do you Katherine?'

'Well... I do.' Then, after a momentary pause, it hit her. 'You were at the firm's Christmas Ball, weren't you?'

'That's right,' he laughed, 'I work for your husband.'

But what's your name, Katherine thought, desperately trying to remember. They had chatted for a long while back in December, but specifically about what she could not recall. She remembered his brown eyes, though, and the way he had made her laugh. On that occasion there were no driving responsibilities, so she was free to drink, something she put her temporary amnesia down to.

'OK, I admit it, I can't remember exactly what you do for the company.' she said, pleased at her strategy for eliciting a name without offending him.

'I'm in risk management, which really is as dull as it sounds, I'm afraid,' he replied, grinning at her. Damn it, was he enjoying this, teasing her?

'That doesn't sound dull at all. Not as dull as being a housewi...'

She cut herself off mid-sentence, suddenly conscious that she shouldn't be complaining about her lot to an employee of her husband's.

'Is your wife here with you?' Katherine asked, rapidly changing the subject.

'Uh no, I'm not married Katherine.'

The answer surprised her, if only because most of her friends were already married and busy raising families. 

'How insensitive of me, you might be gay,' she said, immediately regretting the insensitivity of the comment. What if he was, or hadn't come out, or had just gone through a messy divorce, or was a widower, or was any number of other things that were equally none of her business?

'Don't worry Katherine,' he smiled at her. 'And if I was gay, I'm sure I'd be flirt... chatting with your husband instead of you.'

'Oh, are we flirting?' she enquired deadpan, pleased that she was now the one doing the teasing. Perhaps they were? It had been so long, it was unfamiliar territory.

'Sorry, it was a slip of the tongue... I meant chatting, honestly,' he said, his face turning crimson with embarrassment.

Then, as she looked at him, by a miracle of memory his name returned to her.

'Well, Ben, I really have to circulate. Maybe we'll bump into each other later on and do a little more, er, chatting?'

'Yes, I hope so,' he replied. 'And well done for eventually remembering my name Katherine,' he added, winking at her.

Katherine spent the next couple of hours doing exactly what she had told Ben she would be doing. Moving around the party, dutifully spending time with hers, occasionally checking on the children, and sometimes venturing into the sultry garden, which was bathed in the hot June sun.

She came across Ben a few times as she mingled, but he was always with other people. She could not stop thinking about him, and his slip of the tongue, though. Did he really think that they were flirting? And what on earth had they said to each other at the firm's Christmas Ball?

Katherine could not deny that she had fantasised about having an affair in the past, mainly at those times when she was particularly frustrated by either her husband or her routine. But she had been content to leave it as just a fantasy. Besides, her daydreaming would usually end when the reality of the consequences hit her.

She knew from others' experiences that the Barnes family had a peculiarly Victorian attitude to infidelity. A male member taking a mistress might be tolerated if they were discrete and did not produce any bastard offspring. Any similar dalliance committed by a woman, however, would result in them being virtually ostracised.

Katherine hated that, but there was little she could do about it and shamefully accepted it as just one of the prices to be paid for being a Barnes. She had often wondered whether Edward had strayed during their marriage but, really, she did not want to know the answer.

After another excursion around the gardens, Katherine returned to marquee. She had already eaten her first course a short while ago, and was now ready for dessert.

Inexplicably, when she had arrived at the buffet table earlier the mystery yellow coleslaw-like dish had all gone. It seemed its contents and flavour would have to remain an unsolved mystery until next year.

She noticed there was a cluster of people gathered around the refrigerated cabinets, already helping themselves to the desserts. Katherine wanted to convince herself that she was not concerned, but she could not help it; she had to see whether her Pavlova was popular.

Katherine sidled up to edge of the group, and through the huddle of bodies she saw a man's lightly tanned arm manipulating a large portion of her Pavlova onto a plate.

Moving in closer, she realised it was him. Ben. About to eat her dessert. She felt a strange, nervous, sensation in her chest.

'What on earth is that?' she asked, almost in a whisper. 'It looks kind of...'

'It looks kind of yummy,' Ben interrupted, turning to face her.

'I sure hope it is, I'd never live it down if I gave everyone food poisoning,' Katherine said, unable to help herself smiling at him.

'Wow, so this is the Edward and Katherine Barnes contribution to lunch?'

'Um, well more just the Katherine Barnes contribution, if I'm honest.'

'Somehow I can't imagine Edward up to his elbows in egg whites making meringues,' Ben laughed. 'I was thinking of taking it outside, it's getting a bit busy in here. Why don't you grab some too, before it all goes, and join me?'

'Well, I should really be, er... I'm not sure what, to be honest.'

'Take this,' he said, handing her his plate, ignoring her excuses. She watched as he cut himself another equally large portion. Then she felt his free hand resting lightly against the small of her back, guiding her through the throng and out of the marquee.

Katherine could not help taking a sly glance over her shoulder, just to check that they were not being watched. Thankfully, their leaving seemed to go unnoticed.

The afternoon sun seemed at its strongest as they walked through the sprawling gardens. Katherine knew the grounds well, and she led them away from the house and marquee, down to somewhere she knew would offer them some shade and - equally important - a refuge from the crowd.

Coming to a seemingly impenetrable wall of azaleas, Katherine stepped through a narrow gap into a small area of lawn, enclosed on all sides and shaded by the shrubs.

'A secret garden,' Ben commented, looking around.

'That's what they call it,' Katherine confirmed, as she sat down on an old wooden bench. 'A great place to come if you don't want to be found by your nagging relatives or noisy children.' And your husband, she wanted to add, but decided against it.

Ben joined her on the bench, and they began to eat the Pavlova in silence. But it was a comfortable, relaxed kind of silence, not the tense, foreboding variety Katherine was used to.

'That was excellent, Katherine, thank you' Ben said as he scraped the last spoonful off his plate. 'You're certainly an excellent chef.'

'You're welcome, it's nice to be appreciated,' she replied, genuinely pleased that he had enjoyed it.




The Secret Attraction



They drifted into an easy, cosy chat. Katherine realised it was an unusual situation for her, talking with another adult who was not either a mother of one of her children's friends, or Edward, or one of his relatives. And it was a refreshing situation, despite her initial fear that she might fall into the trap of discussing schools or other domestic arrangements, subjects she knew were boring to others.

Similarly, it seemed that Ben was adamant that neither his work nor the company would be topics for discussion. That pleased Katherine, partly because she had no interest in her husband's work, but mostly because she did not want to be reminded of Edward. 

Eventually though, after almost half an hour after they had finished eating, her curiosity got the better of her.

'So tell me Ben,' she asked, 'do you have a girlfriend?'

'I was in a long term relationship which lasted almost five years. But it finished soon after Christmas.'

'Oh, I'm sorry, that must've been painful,' Katherine said, noticing that while Ben appeared to be staring towards the ground, his gaze was actually concentrated on her bare calves.

She was delighted that her pale slender legs, which she reckoned were probably her best feature, were still capable of grabbing attention. She was even more pleased that she had summoned up the effort to wax them last night, despite being almost too tired to bother.

'I think it was painful - very painful - for her. It wasn't an amicable split, that's for sure. She still hasn't forgiven me for walking out on her, which is understandable. I've not really forgiven myself, if I'm honest. She was probably expecting an engagement ring, not a break-up.'

'Oh dear, scared of commitment, Ben?' Katherine joked in an attempt to keep the mood light, but immediately sensed her attempt at humour was being ignored.

'No, not at all. The trouble was I met someone else. Someone who - and I know this sounds corny - I thought was the ideal woman for me. Attractive, funny... I think there was a spark there.'

'But you said you don't have a girlfriend. So you didn't get together with her?'

Ben looked up at her, a sad smile on his face.

'Oh God, this is embarrassing,' he said, hesitating. 'That ideal woman...'

'What?' she said intrigued.

'It's you Katherine.'

Katherine was stunned. They sat in silence for a few moments staring down at the grass, not daring to face each other. Ben seemed mortified that he had made such a revelation.

She tried again to recall their conversation at the Christmas Ball. What on earth had they talked about? What she had said or done to make such an impression on this man?

They hardly knew each other, but maybe Ben was correct, perhaps there was some kind of spark between them? After all, she had spent most of this afternoon thinking about him, but that might only be because of how he compared to Edward; not a tough benchmark, really.

How ironic, Katherine thought, as she realised she was now grateful for today's enforced abstinence. At least it meant she could think more clearly, but she was still very confused. However, she knew what she must do.

'Look, Ben, you're a lovely guy, and I'm very flattered, but I'm married,' Katherine told him gently but firmly, even giving a little wave of her left hand to emphasise her wedding ring. 'I should go. People will be wondering where I've got to.'

With that, she stood up from the bench and started to make for the opening in the azaleas. But only after two steps she felt him tug on her hand.

Then, suddenly, they were stood facing each other, only inches separating them. Katherine knew that she could have turned from him then; and she should have pulled away as he drew her nearer, too.

But Katherine did neither of those things, and she found herself being kissed by this man, his lips hard against hers. She wanted to resist, but soon her tongue was against his, as her arms wrapped around his waist. Ben was a good passionate kisser, which was about the only thing she was sure of right now.

Their bodies pressed closer together, their skin sticky with a slight sheen of perspiration brought on by the June heat. Katherine could sense her nipples hardening as her breasts were squeezed against him and, from the pressure against her stomach, it was obvious that Ben was getting aroused too. He held her head, running his fingers through her hair as their mouths moved greedily together.

Suddenly, they heard voices approaching. In a panic, Katherine pulled away, although her by now unkempt hair and the scarlet blush rising up her neck and across her face would immediately cause suspicion in whoever caught them. Both of them stood completely still, waiting. Katherine, her chest pounding, bit down hard on her bottom lip.

The voices - one of which she now recognised as belonging to her sister Sophie - got louder. But then, to Katherine's relief, she heard the people begin to move off. The secret garden had, thankfully, helped to keep their secret. When she was sure they were alone once more, she opened her mouth to speak to Ben, but he was ahead of her.

'That was close,' he said, grinning.

'Close! Close! Do you know what would've happened if that bitch had caught us?' Katherine hissed in a stage whisper, now worried that they might be overheard by persons unseen beyond the shrubs. 'I thought you were supposed to work in risk management Ben.'

'I'm off duty,' he replied with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. 'Listen, I'm sorry we nearly got caught, but I'm not sorry I kissed you... and I didn't exactly feel you struggling to get free, Katherine.'

At that, her frown disappeared, and she let out a little chuckle. The truth was that the kiss, and almost getting caught, had been a thrill for her.

'I really do have to go now, I have to find out what havoc my children have been causing, and my drunken husband will probably need chauffeuring home.'

'Wait, let me give you this,' Ben said, reaching into his wallet to retrieve a business card. 'Call me. Please.'

Katherine took the card and, without looking at it, slipped it straight into the pocket of her dress. As she disappeared through the gap in the azaleas and strode quickly towards the marquee, her eyes scanned the other partygoers. Fortunately, there were fewer people about now, and so her exit from the secret garden went unobserved.

She knew she should not call Ben, but a nagging feeling inside told her that the temptation would be hard to resist. 



The Secret Between Friends



This is a MAN/MAN story so if you don't like, don't read. A big thanks goes out to my 

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The wedding ceremony was over. Everyone was now in the dinning hall enjoying the reception. Randal Keith Orton and his new wife, Samantha, were doing rounds checking on friends and family. As Randy moved from table to table, he couldn't seem to find the one person he was looking for. Going over to his WWE family, he inquired on the whereabouts of one of his close friends. One explained they heard him mention something about not feeling well and going to the restroom, pointing to the doors nearest to them. He left them with some passing words about the open bar as he went to seek out his buddy. 

Orton made his way through the hall and out the doors to find his friend. About halfway down the corridor he located the restroom. When he entered, Orton noticed a lone figure standing in the far corner of the room, next to the sinks. Randy locked the door behind him and crossed the distance of the restroom. He could see the distressed look on his friends face as he approached. 

"John, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

John Cena turned to face Orton and smiled, doing his best to regain his composure. 

"Yeah, I'm fine Randy. It was just a really touching ceremony, that's all," he replied.

Orton wet a cloth and wiped Cena's face, then gently took it in his hands and looked into his eyes.

"I know it hurts, I'm hurting too... last night all I did was cry. But we have to be strong, for each other."

Cena turned his head away from the embrace. "I know and I'm trying. I really am but being here and seeing it is just too much... I think I'll leave early. I don't want to ruin your day."

Orton pulled Cena's face up to look in his eyes again.

"You can't leave, not yet... how am I supposed to finish the day without seeing you here?" His eyes became watery at the mere thought.

Cena wiped away the tears that manage to leak from Orton's eyes. Randy let a sad smile show as he closed the distance between them, locking their lips in an electrifying kiss.

Cena pulled away hesitantly, catching his breath. "We can't; not now... they will realize you're missing."

"So what? They are already drinking. A few minutes more won't hurt," he replied brushing away another tear.

Randy kissed him again and slowly walked Cena back until he was pressing him against the wall. He pushed his tongue into his lover's mouth, tasting it, memorizing it, relishing in it as he felt Cena's hard cock pressing against his own. They broke for air both gazing at each other, neither saying a word.

Cena reluctantly pushed Orton away, and then walked to the sink. He splashed his face with cold water, trying to compose himself before having to face everyone again.

"Let's get back before anyone thinks anything," he said walking to the door.

Orton checked himself in the mirror before following his secret lover to the exit, only to find him still standing there.

"It's locked. Are we locked in?"

Orton laughed at Cena's semi-panicked voice.

"Oh no, I did that on my way in… for privacy," he said with a wink. Reaching around Cena, he flipped the hidden lock, while at the same time placing a light kiss against his ear.

Cena smirked and opened the door, motioning him to walk out first. Orton bowed politely and took the lead. They both headed back to the hall and went their own separate ways. Cena moved toward the open bar, and Orton went back to his new bride.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Everyone was drunk and happy and eventually the crowd started to wind down late into the morning. Most had a room there at the hotel but others were taken home. Cena decided to take his leave since the party was wearing thin and most were saying their good byes to the bride and groom. He got online behind an older couple and sipped his drink as he awaited his turn.

At his turn, he respectfully kissed the bride on the cheek. Then Cena gave her some beautifully bullshitted words about the marriage.

"Oh, John thanks so much for being here. It wouldn't have been the same without Randy's best friend," Samantha chirped drunkenly and gave him an all too friendly hug for his liking.

"Anything for my boy," he replied. They shook hands and shared a manly hug for a few seconds more than normal. Cena smiled sadly and staggered his way to the elevators.

'Stupid drunk bitch,' he thought on the elevator ride up. 'I hope you're too drunk to consummate the marriage.' Cena chuckled at the thought.

The heartbroken man reached his room in one piece, and after a few minutes of trying to get the card in the slot, finally made it inside his suite. Upon entering, he downed his drink and stripped off his suit. Deciding a shower would relax him; Cena started the water and sat on the tile bench, allowing his sorrow to over take him. Eventually, he washed himself and staggered out, throwing on a bathrobe. Dragging himself into the bedroom he grabbed a beer from the mini bar and flopped down on the bed. The tears stopped but the pain was still there.

'He's probably in her right now,' he thought bitterly.

He took a big swig from his beer and lied back across the bed, slipping in and out of consciousness. Unknown to him a lone figure slowly walked over to his prone body smirking evilly and licked their lips. Quietly the intruder knelt between Cena's spread, partly covered legs and lightly ran his finger tips up the still wet thighs. Cena moaned lightly, thinking it's all his drunken imagination.

"I want him so bad I can feel him. I really am wasted," he said to the room.

The fingers continued their path under his robe and brushed against his cock, sending a tingle through his body. Cena's eyes went wide at the feeling, and he froze. He couldn't get his eyes to focus. The ceiling was a white blur.

'Was that real or in my mind?' he thought, catching himself before he said it out loud.

Cena waited for the touch again but it never came. Laughing out loud, he messily poured the rest of the beer into his mouth and threw the can across the room. He closed his eyes again, trying to drift off once more. This time the intruder waited a little longer before slowly running their finger tips up Cena's thighs again and spreading his robe to expose his mostly dry and bare lower body.

Cena didn't bother to open his eyes this time. He believed his mind had taken him to a place where he could be with his lover and he desperately wanted to stay. The fingers continued over his abs and retrace their path back down. They grazed his cock teasingly, making it stiffen. He moaned into the touch, whimpering when it disappeared. The touch came back but this time with a purpose. It gripped his cock and stroked it making John's hips thrust up into the hand. Then the hand left again only to be replaced by something warm and wet completely surrounding the cock. Cena's eyes open on impact and his body shot up off the bed... not a smart move for one so drunk. He closed his eyes as his world tilted and his head began to pound. He moaned as his cock was sucked into an incredibly hot mouth.

"Who's there?" he managed to get out. No answer except for a hand that pushed him back down on the bed.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" he tried to steady his voice but the sucking was pulling him away from his focus. It felt too good to stop it and also a bit familiar. 

Finally his world steadied a little. Cena cracked open his eyes and shifted his body up onto his arms to see who was between his legs. With his vision is still blurry, he could make out some of the face and yet didn't believe what he saw. He dropped back to the bed and half laughed, half moaned at the situation.

"Fuck… I am so fucked up. Who the fuck are you?"

The mouth let Cena's cock slip out and chuckled huskily.

"I am exactly who you think I am," the person replied in a smooth voice.

"Oh no, you can't be! That's my drunk and unstable mind playing tricks on me," Cena replied incredulously.

He felt the person getting onto the bed, their body rubbing against his own. John felt his robe being pushed open to fully expose him and lips made a trail from his chest up to his own stopping right before they touched. Cena was breathing heavy and trying to hold back his moans. How did this person know all his spots? It couldn't be him, it just could.

"Baby, look at me."

Cena practically cried out, "Ran-dy!" Tears broke from his eyes as he gazed up at his lover. 

Orton smiled down at him and kissed him hard while grinding their bodies together. Cena's hands were all over, pulling him down closer. They broke for air breathing heavily, and Orton trailed butterfly kisses all over Cena's face and neck.

"But how, when? Oh god, Randy, you shouldn't be here! What about her? What if someone saw you?"

Orton placed a finger to his lips to quiet him.

"Baby relax, it's all ok. I took the extra key to your room before I gave you yours."

He kissed and licked Cena's neck before continuing, "When I came in you were in the shower and I didn't want to disturb you. As for her... well she passed out before we even made it to the room."

Orton kissed him full in the mouth taking his breath away.

"And no one saw me. I put you on this floor alone for that very reason," he said with a smirk.

Cena stared at him, "Y-you planned this?"

"For the most part, yes. I need to be with you, no matter what obligations I may have."

Orton kissed him again, slipping his tongue into Cena's mouth. Cena responded whole heartedly, running his hands over Orton's body and just now realizing the only thing on him was a pair of shorts. Cena slipped his hands under the waist band and pulled them down pushing them the rest of the way off with his feet.

Randy laughed as Cena broke the kiss to moan at his lack of underwear.

"I want you John, more than ever."

Cena moaned his reciprocating want against his lover's lips as he reached for the other's neglected cock. Gripping the fully erect cock, John stroked it in time with Orton's stroking hand, making his lover thrust into his grip. They both moaned at the feeling of each other's hand. Orton spread Cena's leg apart and idly toyed at his opening, pressing in a little. This caused Cena to unwillingly release the grip on his partners cock.

"That's it baby, I want to hear you."

"Randy... Randy... please.... take me... now!" Cena panted between moans.

"Mm not yet, not just yet," Orton answered twisting his hand teasingly along Cena's cock.

Orton leaned down and took Cena's rigid, hard, and leaking cock into his mouth, sucking him deep. Cena moaned out as he was engulfed into his lovers' mouth once more. His hands went down to Orton's head, rubbing it as his hips thrust up into that hot orifice. 

Cena was in heaven. He was no longer able to voice his wants, only move and moan. His body was begging to be taken. Cena felt fingers teasing his entrance again and he pushed against them. Orton slipped one partially in, slowly teasing his lover.

Cena couldn't control himself, moaning his lover's name over and over. Suddenly Orton stopped and crawled off the bed altogether. He reached down to grab his shorts digging in the pockets. Cena jumped up.

"What's wrong?" he asked a little frightened.

Orton took the item out of his pocket and showed it to his worried lover.

"Just lube, nothing to worry about," he replied kissing him again.

Orton's body covered his beloved's once more, making them both whimper in need as their cocks brushed against one another. With a sexy smirk, Orton slowly coated his fingers, cock and Cena's opening. Taking his time, he worked his fingers inside Cena stretching him and teasing him. First one finger then two entered his anxious lover. Orton's control was slipping quickly, but he knew he had to prepare him. That was his first priority, he could never hurt John. He then settled himself between those provocatively spread legs, after he tossed the lube and bathrobe. Stroking his lover's cock and kissing him passionately, Orton aligned his dick with that readied entrance. Randy slowly pushed himself into his lover, breaking the kiss but keeping his lips mere inches away. Cena moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure as he was being filled. The intense look of ecstasy on his lovers face made Orton groan into his boyfriend's ear.

"Fuck baby… you are so sexy."

"Randy..." Cena moaned pulling Orton's lips to his and thrusting up to tell him he's ready for more. It hurt but he couldn't wait any longer.

Orton started off with their familiar rhythm of steady yet hard. His lips were all over Cena's neck and chest, covering them with light kisses. The trail always led back to his lover's ear, where whispers of naughty nothings and deep promises had Cena arching up, begging to be filled even more.

"You're mine, John… mines always," he whispered pulling his cock almost all the way out. "Say it baby... tell me what I need to hear."

"I'm yours... only… always. And you… are mine," Cena got out between whimpers.

Orton smiled and thrust back in hard, making Cena arch off the bed and had his lips seized once more. The pace quickened and Orton caught hold to Cena's cock. He stroked it in time to his thrust, wanting his love to orgasm first.

"John, baby… cum for me. I need you to cum," Orton groaned out with his orgasm nearing.

Cena's world spiraled out of control, and all of the feeling in his body merged to one point as he came. He screamed Orton's name and held tightly to his lover's body, as his cum coated them both.

"Yes baby, yes... oh John... I'm cuming." Orton's hips snapped forward with one last hard thrust as he groaned, filling his lover with his seed. Cena's body jerked as he felt his boyfriend's cum flowing within him. After resting for a moment, Orton pulled Cena into his arms and laid down pulling out.

"John...." Orton began, looking into his lovers eyes.

Cena looked up and smiled, pressing his lips against Orton's, then pulled away to grab the discarded bathrobe, cleaning them up. Once finished he was right back in Orton's waiting arms. Sedated and in his loving embrace Cena tried to not think about other things but it was just too hard. Something was bugging him and he couldn't help but voice it.

"Randy..." Cena said hesitantly.

"Yes baby, what's wrong?" Orton looks down to see his lovers' eyes close.

"Tell me this isn't some drunken dream. Tell me you're really here... because I know when I wake up… you'll be gone."

Orton didn't move, he barely could breathe when he heard those words. Yeah, it was almost like a dream because he had to go back to his new wife and his new life. He pulled Cena's face to his.

"Open your eyes baby, please," Orton almost begged.

Cena blinked his eyes open, sleep heavily upon him.

"I love you, John. No matter what happens I will always love you and this… this is real. What we have is so real. Never forget that baby, ever. Nothing matters but our feelings for each other."

Orton kissed him passionately pouring all of his emotions into that one final kiss. When he pulled away he felt a bit overwhelmed and saw there were tears on Cena's face. He then realized there were tears coming from him also.

"I love you too, Randy."

Orton smiled and hugged Cena close lulling him to sleep. He could see light coming up from behind the curtains and knew he had to leave soon if he didn't want anyone to see him. When he heard Cena's breathing even out, he stealthily slipped from the bed, dressed, and tucked his lover in, placing one final goodbye kiss on his forehead. Then he snuck out and back to his honeymoon suite. Upon arriving he found the scene he left... his new wife still out cold in bed. He stripped her of her clothing and pulled the covers over her before he left. Hopping in the shower, Orton stood under the spray of hot water letting it wash away his tears and the evidence of his love affair not too long ago.

'How am I ever going to do this?' he thought as he bathed.

He had to make it though. He chose his path and now he had to walk it. Finishing up, he dried off and dressed for bed. He slipped in beside his wife, and turned on his side away from her. As he settled in and allowed himself to relax enough to drift off, his last thought was of his lover and there last few moments together.

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Thank you



The Secret Book of Spells



Would you bid everything you had for the contents of a sealed locker?

If you did, what would be the results?

I started this as an entry to the Halloween Story Contest, but it doesn't really have anything to do with Halloween and I didn't want to warp the story just to make it fit.

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"Sold to number 24!" screamed the auctioneer.

I couldn't believe I did it. I just paid $2,730 for the contents of a storage locker, sight unseen.  I have an absolute maximum of $800 that I will bid for the rights to an unclaimed locker. I have bought dozens of lockers at auction and never paid more that $800 for any of them– ever. But for some reason I had bid $2,730 for this one.

There were a total of seventeen lockers to be auctioned today.  I had hoped to pick up at least three or four of them. With a maximum of $800 on any one locker, making money was a matter of odds.  The percentages are that the contents of a locker will be worth somewhere between $1200 and $1600 dollars.  I was figuring that they would probably go for under $700, or at most $750. But even if I had to pay my maximum every time, I could still get three lockers for $2400 and have some cash held back for the next auction.

My dream was that one of them would be that fabulous find everyone was sure they were going to make... some day. These were relatively small lockers in an older area of town, so they were more likely to be at the lower end of the value range. But even if one of my three was a pure bust, I would most likely recoup my money on the other two.  It wasn't gambling.  It was playing the percentages. And it worked. If you stuck to the system, you made money.

But I didn't stick to my system.  I don't know why, but something I couldn't understand kept forcing me to keep bidding higher and higher and higher on the second locker. It was way beyond my system maximum and approaching how much cash I had on me and yet I kept bidding. 

As I bid, my mind was filled with images of unknown treasure on the other side of that locked door.  I knew I should quit, but something I couldn't understand was compelling me to keep bidding.  I could almost hear a voice in the back of my mind telling me that the contents of this particular locker– whatever it was– were worth everything I had in order to possess them. 

The other bidders slowly dropped out as the bid inched upward and upward.  I rechecked the wad of bills in my hand.  I had $2,730.  The bid was $2,725 and the auctioneer was calling out, "Do I hear twenty-seven thirty?"

I took a deep breath and waggled my finger at one of the helpers who pointed at me and loudly yelled, "Yip."

The auctioneer's chant immediately changed to "Do I hear twenty-seven thirty-five?  Twenty-seven thirty, looking for twenty-seven thirty-five.  Twenty-seven thirty, looking for twenty-seven thirty-five."

Now I was holding my breath. That was all I had. This was a pure cash auction. I couldn't bid any higher even if I wanted to.

 "Twenty-seven thirty going once...  Twenty-seven thirty going twice...  Twenty-seven thirty sold! ... to... hold up your card son, so we can get the number right.  Sold to number twenty-four!"

There were still fifteen lockers to auction, but since I had no money left with which to bid, I walked over to the clerk's table and presented my bid tag.  "Number 24," said the clerk.  She smiled at me and said, "Ah yes, the high bid for the day... actually for the whole week." She giggled and added, "Maybe for the whole year." Then she held out her hand and said, "$2,730– in cash– and we'll cut the lock off the door so you can examine what you bought."

I laid my stack of bills on the table. The clerk counted them, carefully arranging them face down in proper order with all of the bills facing the same direction.  Having satisfied herself that the proper amount was there, she turned to one of the helpers and nodded.

The helper picked up a large set of bolt cutters and started walking over to the door of the storage bay that had just been auctioned.  He held up a card against the door and read aloud, "A 214."  He then ran his finger beneath the number painted on the front of the door and read aloud once again, "A 214."  There was a loud pop as the bolt cutter snapped the lock.

He picked up the pieces of the lock from the ground, turned to me and mumbled, "It's all yours.  Make sure that everything is cleaned out by 6:00 pm or you get charged storage fees."

As the man walked back to the clerk's table, I stood nervously before that now-unlocked door.  What was behind it?  What had I just paid everything I had to get?  Were the contents of this locker really worth $2,730?

"Only one way to find out," I said aloud as I reached out and pulled upward on the handle to the garage-style door.  

The door creaked and groaned and rattled as it rose.  It had evidently been a long time since this unit had been opened.  I gazed into the darkened interior of the bay and my heart fell. It was worse than bad. It was worse than terrible. It was worse than a locker full of junk. The locker was empty!  There was nothing here!

I had just paid $2,730 for NOTHING!

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As if in shock, I stepped slowly into the musty storage area and slowly turned around looking at the dusty concrete floor.  Nothing!  There was nothing!

Then I saw it... a small table sitting in a corner at the very back of the bay.  In the dim light it looked more like a flower stand than a table. I think it was what used to be called a telephone stand back when telephones had to sit on something. There was something sitting on it, and it wasn't a telephone.  I wasn't sure what it was until I had walked all the way to the back. Then I could see that it was a book... an old book... a very old, leather-bound book.

My heart lightened... a little. Maybe it was worth something.  Maybe it was a rare book.  Maybe it was a really, really, rare book. Maybe– just maybe– this wasn't a complete disaster.

I picked it up and blew the dust off of the cover. It had obviously been sitting there for a long time. I turned its spine toward the light so that I could read the title.  Embossed in gold overlay it read, "Secreta Libro Cantus."   

'Secret something,' I thought.  'Maybe Secret Book something. Isn't Cantus something to do with singing?' 

I started to open the book, but it was locked.  There was a wide flap of dry leather extending from the back cover of the book across the side and over to the middle of the front where it slipped into a flat, ornate lock.  There was no key.

"Shit," I said aloud.  I was very tempted to just tear the book open to see what was written inside, but I knew that if the book was worth anything at all, it had to remain intact for me to make any money on it.  I would have wait until I got home to pick this lock, or maybe find a key in my coffee can full of old suitcase and book keys. I cradled the book in my left hand and picked up the small table with my right and began walking back to my pickup.

I had arrived at this auction expecting to be taking home a truckload of things to sort and sell.  Now I could almost hear people's thoughts as I walked slowly toward the parking lot carrying a single item.  I even heard someone say aloud as I passed, "Whoa!  Glad I was outbid on that one."

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I finally got around to checking out the book the next morning. It was a very simple lock.  A bent paperclip and little patience was all that was needed to unlock it.  I had a lot of practice opening similar locks on Bibles and diaries that I had found in previous locker purchases.  I carefully folded back the leather clasp and slowly opened the book. I was holding my breath and hoping for an old date... a really, really old date... or a famous name... or SOMETHING that would make this book worth more than the $2,730 I had paid for it.

There was an ornate title page with what appeared to be gold-pressed lettering identical to the title on the spine of the book, "Secreta Libro Cantus."  Beneath that in a very ornate script it said, "He who possesses this book has the secret to all of Mortimer's spells and incantations."  Below that in scrawled handwriting were the words, "Warning–  Always use the feather."  And finally near the bottom of the page in a barely legible hand was printed "NEVER WISH FOR HAPPINESS."

The rest of the book was blank.  There were 365 pages - I counted then.  I carefully folded over each and every page as I examined it, and each and every damned one of them was totally and absolutely blank.

I picked up the book and shook it. I don't know if I was hoping something valuable would fall out of it or I just needed to hit or shake something. "What in the hell are you?" I screamed at the book in my hands.

A handwritten note fluttered down and landed face up on the small table.  The handwriting looked similar to the printed warning on the title page of the book.  It read, "Grandpa and Art Babbit stole this book from Walt in 1941.  He thought Mr. Disney would settle the strike just to get it back, but he was wrong.  The secret to understanding the book is supposedly contained within The Myth of Mortimer's Feather, but I could never figure it out."

"Great!" I exclaimed aloud. "Now all I need is 'The Myth of Mortimer's Feather.'"

There was a loud click and a softer rubbing sound from behind me.  I looked around as a drawer slid open in the small table. Inside the drawer was a sheaf of paper bound together with a metal clip of some sort.  The title page read "Walt Disney Productions." Under that it said, "The Myth of Mortimer's Feather."  That was crossed out and in pencil was written in the same hand that warned to always use the feather, "DUMBO, The Flying Elephant."

"Holy Shit!" I muttered aloud. "This is a planning script for a Disney movie.  It might be worth something."

I ran to my desk, brought up my computer and Googled, "Disney Dumbo Art Babbitt"

Evidently there had been a animator's strike during the production of Dumbo.  Art Babbit was one of the organizers of that strike. "Grandpa" must have been one of the animators who never got their jobs back. Disney had dealt with the strike very ruthlessly. To show his disdain for the strikers, he even added a scene to the movie where the clowns get drunk and sing, "Goin' to ask the big boss for a raise."

I entered "Disney Mortimer" in the search and found that the name Walt had originally intended for "Mickey Mouse" was "Mortimer".  His wife convinced him to name it "Mickey" because Mickey Rooney was popular at the box office. But Mortimer still showed up as an "alter ego" for Mickey, sort of an evil twin and rival for Minnie's love, in some of the cartoons. 

I continued looking up things on Disney and his cartoons and found several articles which pointed out that many of the Disney cartoons were blatant retellings of ancient myths.  Disney had an extensive collection of ancient scrolls and manuscripts, many of which contained various magical or pagan practices.  One of those scrolls was evidently The Myth of Mortimer's Feather, and Disney had very loosely based his cartoon movie DUMBO on that story. He had even originally used The Myth of Mortimer's Feather as the working title of the movie.

A little more investigation revealed that Disney had also wanted to name the mouse in that movie "Mortimer."  Again he was persuaded to go with a different name and Dumbo's tiny companion in the movie was  "Timothy Mouse."

I picked up the blank leather book and slowly turned the pages.  "This gets weirder and weirder." I said out loud, and then added with a deep sigh, "If only I knew who wrote that note."

It felt as if the book jumped in my hands and I had to grab wildly to hold on to it.  I ended up grasping it in one hand by the front cover with the rest of the book dangling over the table.  Another small piece of paper fluttered to the desk.

That paper had not been in the book just moments ago! I was sure of it. I had turned each page carefully as I counted it. The first slip of paper might have been at the back cover and I missed it, but I know this little card had not been in that book before now. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck rising as I picked up the small piece of stiff paper and looked at it.

It was a business card for a Doctor William Michelson.   The address on the card was a local private "rehabilitation center." I called the number and asked for him, but was told that he was not available.

A very polite young woman informed me that there were several other doctors available who would be able to help me. She would be more than happy to make an appointment for me.

I explained, "This is actually a personal matter.  I need to talk to Doctor Michelson about a book I found.  I think it once belonged to him."

"A book?" she replied, and then added curtly, "One moment, please."

After several seconds of silence, a male voice came on the line. "Did you say that you wanted to see Doctor Michelson about a book he once owned?"

I answered, "Yes, an old leather book."

I started to explain about the auction, but he cut me off with "How soon can you be out here?"

"I can come out now," I answered.

"Bring the book.  Ask for Doctor Roberts.  I'll be waiting for you."  Whoever it was then hung up.

***

The rehabilitation center was located up in the hills a little west of where Sepulveda Boulevard blends into the 405. It would have been a lot faster to just take the 405, but something told me to stick to the surface streets. I stayed on Sepulveda all the way through Mission Hills, picking up the book at each of the stoplights and looking once again at the blank pages. I guess I was hoping for further enlightenment as to what in the hell it actually was.

I just missed making the left turn signal onto Rinaldi and was sitting there waiting for a long light when a very well-endowed young woman in very tight white shorts and an equally tight blue tube top started across the street. She was walking with a young man carrying a camera and both were pointing over at the cemetery, so I assumed they were tourists and were going to take pictures of some famous graves or whatever.

As she passed in front of the car, I found myself thinking, 'Nice rack.' Then I almost said aloud– I know it was almost... I'm sure I only thought it... I swear I didn't say it aloud– ' If you're going to wear something that tight and show that much, you might as well wear nothing and show it all.'

Suddenly there was a loud shriek and she was grabbing at her top. The seam had split all the way up the side and the top was falling off her now exposed breasts. She and her boyfriend or husband or whatever he was  stood in the middle of the street with her screeching and trying to pull the fabric over herself. But with no tension on the stretchy material, it had shrunk to practically nothing.

I was surprised that her enormous breasts were apparently natural. They blended into her body on the sides in a normal fashion rather than looking like two giant knobs that had been glued on in the front. She turned and looked at me as I yelled, "Holy Shit!" 

I know I said that out loud because the young man raised his left hand and flashed a finger at me as he hustled his hysterical companion back across the road. For some reason, traffic allowed them to get to the curb without a lot of shouting and honking despite the fact that the light had turned green.

I looked down at the book in my hands and whispered, "Holy Shit." I'd seen tits before. My first shout had nothing to do with that display, no matter how spectacular it was. I had screamed out when her boobs popped out because I knew that I had caused that display with just a thought... and this book.

I had to wait for another cycle of the lights to make my left turn, but as soon as I turned, I pulled into a parking lot and opened the trunk of my car.  I had a small duffle bag in there with gym clothes in it. I pulled out a pair of sweat pants and wrapped the book in them.  Then I stuffed it all back into the bag. It barely fit, but something told me I needed to hide the book from whomever this Doctor Roberts was.

I pulled out of the parking lot and went back to Sepulvada.  There was an old fitness club a little ways south at which I had a "daily pass" membership. That meant I paid almost nothing in yearly dues, but I had to pay extra for those days I actually used their equipment. I hadn't paid much in the past six months or so, but I could still get in, and more importantly, if I paid for the day, I could put my gym clothes in a locker. 

As I passed the women's workout room, a Pilates Yoga class was in progress. The door shouldn't have been open, but it was. They were all bent over doing some sort of exercise. I was standing in the doorway admiring the stretching ability of modern Yoga pants when the entire class went down onto their hands and knees facing away from the door and started doing leg extensions. As they pushed back into a tight ball, the fabric was now pulled even tighter over a room full of very nice asses. Cameltoe does not even begin to describe the effect when they raised up slightly, stuck one leg up in the air behind them and pointed their foot directly at me. It was obvious that the stretch material was more than form-fitting everywhere on their body. Evidently several of the more booty-endowed ladies hadn't heard about the recall of the yoga pants that turned almost totally sheer when stretched. One black woman apparently also hadn't heard of underwear.

As interesting as the view was, this wasn't why I had come to the gym. I shook my head to get my mind back on track and continued down the hallway to the men's locker area. I chose a long-term locker and put the duffle in it and my lock on the outside. I don't think they ever checked who was using the long-term lockers, but just in case, I upgraded my membership to monthly. I also put a month's dues on my credit card with automatic renewal. If I couldn't get back here for a few days, or even a few months, the book would be safe in my locker... I hoped.

As I walked down the front steps back to my car, for just a minute I had an image of an auctioneer standing in the locker room calling for bids before they opened it.

***

When I got to the clinic or rehabilitation center or whatever it was, they paged Dr. Roberts and asked him to come to the reception area. He was a mid-50s man who looked exactly like you would expect a nut house doctor to look.  He had black, horn-rimmed glasses and a overly trimmed beard that was showing traces of gray. The place was very 1960's professional with green paint on the walls and all the orderlies in white pants and shirts and the nurses in white blouses and uniform skirts. The good doctor himself was wearing black suit pants, a white shirt and a white lab coat. He looked very much like he had just stepped out of a rerun of one of those old black and white TV medical shows. To me, it looked a little forced and fake, but I guess it was all part of the package that you sell the client to get them to pay the exorbitant fees for services there.




The Secret Book of Spells



His first question was, "Did you bring the book?"

"It's in a safety deposit box," I answered. "I can't get to it until tomorrow." I wondered what Gus down at the gym would think of me calling one of his lockers a safety deposit box.

"It would have been better if you could have brought it with you today," the doctor replied. "Tell me how you came to have it in your possession."

"I bought the contents of a storage locker at an auction yesterday," I answered, figuring it was easier to stick close to the truth unless there was a reason to lie.

"There were some papers with it that indicated that it had once belonged to Dr. Michelson." OK, that was a lie, but I didn't want them to know I had opened the book. I looked down like I was reading something in my hand and finished with, "I called the phone number on the card, and here I am."

I waited a moment to check his reaction and then asked, "May I speak with him?"

"That might not be advisable," he answered. "He is very delusional and sometimes prone to... to... accidental violence."

There was something about the way that he had to search for a word to describe what happened that made me wonder. If you have to pause several seconds and the best you can come up with is "accidental violence," then some really weird shit must be going on. I decided to push it and see if I could speak with Dr Michelson.

"Perhaps if I just met him for a few moments and asked if the book was his?" I suggested. "If it is, then tomorrow I can bring the book out and we can discuss it further."

The doctor looked up at a tall, blond nurse standing in the doorway and nodded his head. She disappeared around the corner and returned in a few moments to say, "He seems to be pretty calm right now. He must have allowed his meds to work."

'Allowed his meds to work?' Medication either worked or it didn't. You could refuse to take it. I've heard of mental patients hiding pills under their tongue until the orderly walked away and then spitting it into the sink or toilet. But how in the hell can you "not allow" your meds to work?

"Nurse Murphy will accompany you," Dr. Roberts said gravely. "But if she tells you to leave, you must leave immediately. It is for your own safety. Don't ask why or delay in any way, just leave."

He turned to face me directly and said in his most professional demeanor, "If you are willing to accept those criteria, you may visit with Dr. Michelson for no more than five minutes. Is that acceptable?"

"Of course, doctor," I answered with what I hoped was a sincere smile.

He nodded again at the nurse and she motioned with her hand for me to follow her as she took off at a rapid walk. I didn't mind following her down the long hallway. She was young and pretty with a very athletic body. She also had a really great ass that bounced and bobbed very nicely in her white dress as she took long strides down the hall. She opened a locked door with a swipe of her ID badge and started down a shorter hall with just four doors.

"Doctor Bill is in room three," she said over her shoulder as she continued at her brisk pace. I noticed that the other rooms in this section were empty. I was starting to wish that the hallway had been longer. I was really enjoying Nurse Murphy's ass as we walked along. For just a moment I thought that it would be nice to take "naughty nurse" Murphy to a Halloween party some day.

Another swipe of her card and the door to room three was open. She motioned for me to enter and then stepped through the door behind me. Dr. Michelson was sitting at a small desk singing to himself. "You have a visitor, Dr. Bill," the nurse said in that cheerful, overly-condescending way that people automatically use when speaking with someone they know is mentally ill.

He looked up at me smiling broadly and said, "Welcome, my strange young man. What brings you to visit me in my kingdom?"

Well, they had warned me that he was delusional. I glanced over at Nurse Murphy. She was leaning against the door trying to project bored indifference, but I could tell she was very carefully taking in everything that was happening. She had lifted one leg slightly and was resting the sole of her foot against the doorframe behind her. The pose really showed off her shape, but I doubt that was why she was doing it. It also gave her the leverage to launch herself across the room at either of us if things didn't go the way she wanted.

I paused to enjoy the display her posture gave me. 'That would look even better in a naughty nurse costume,' I thought to myself and then turned to ask Doctor Michelson about the book.

There was a sudden screech behind me and when I spun back around the nurse's uniform had changed. The long white dress was gone and in its place was a very abbreviated skirt that ended just below her asscheeks. She had on transparent white stockings that ended mid-thigh and white very high-heeled shoes. The top barely came below her tits and was held together with a single button between her breasts. An old-fashioned nurse's hat with an oversized red cross on it was perched on her head.

"Dr. Bill!" she screamed. "What have I told you about doing things like that?!"

In the meantime Dr. Michelson was giggling wildly and clapping his hands together. He looked over at me and bounced up and down in his chair. "The book found you! The book found you!" he said between giggles. He clapped again and held his hands together as he looked at me and said, "The book found you, didn't it, my strange young man?"

He was now starting to laugh continuously. His eyes were very wide open and wild looking. He leaned in close to me and stopped laughing. Then he said quietly, "Remember, always use the feather." Then he said a little more loudly, "And don't wish for happiness or you will end up in here with me."

After another burst of laughter, he took a deep breath and drew himself up straight like he was struggling to break through something. His eyes cleared for a moment and he said in a clear, quiet voice. "We only have a moment. To understand what is happening, you must read Mark Twain's Mysterious Stranger and watch the movie DUMBO."

He laughed again and clapped his hands and said with a joyful shout, "It's all in there." He sat there shaking his head up and down as he repeated, "It's all in there. It's all in there. Just look for it. It will explain everything."

He stopped his bouncing and giggling and began quivering like he was forcing himself to once again grab hold of a moment of sanity. Then he continued in almost a whisper. "The feather can be anything. It doesn't have to be the book. Walt used a little image of Mickey that he always kept with him."

His eyes started to glaze over again and he started to giggle. "Don't forget," he burbled, "a key has two uses." He giggled again and moved his finger up and down. "Just like a light switch."

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but suddenly the room was full of people. These new arrivals weren't dressed in hospital whites. They were dressed in camo body armor and were wearing what appeared to be protective face masks and breathers. "Time for the king to go back to sleep," I heard one of them say as he pushed a hypo injector against the doctor's arm. There was a slight "pffft" and Dr. Michelson dropped as if he had been shot.

Two of the intruders laid Dr. Bill carefully on the bed and turned to face me. One of them nodded his head at me in a way that indicated that I was to follow them. I walked back up the hallway with one of them in front of me and one behind me. His ass was nowhere near as interesting to watch. In any case, I was much more concerned that I was about to get mine kicked– in one way or another.

We were almost all the way back to the front area when the front escort suddenly stopped and spun around to face me. I half-way expected him to attack me, but instead he motioned with his hand at a doorway and nodded his head indicating for me to enter. I did and found myself in a small conference room with Dr. Roberts and Nurse Murphy.

"There are some papers we need you to sign before you leave," the doctor said firmly. I looked over at nurse Murphy. She had a hospital style robe over her naughty nurse costume, but she still looked very interesting.

"And if I don't sign them?" I asked.

"You don't leave," she answered. Her voice had none of that artificial cheerfulness that I had heard earlier. She now sounded more like a Marine than a nurse.

"What do they call a female SEAL?" I asked. I wasn't really sure where that came from or why I said it. But it was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

She gave me one of those "you are an inch from dead" looks and answered, "Ma'am."

I got the message. "Yes, ma'am," I said. "What do I need to sign?"

She set a stack of papers in front of me and walked out of the room. The two burly orderlies stood by the doorway. Their masks and filters were in their hands and I could now see their faces, but it didn't make them look any less threatening.

"These are basic non-disclosure papers," explained Dr. Roberts. His tone was no different than a loan officer at the bank explaining a car loan. "They say that you acknowledge that you have been made aware of top secret government information and will not disclose it to anyone, at anytime– ever."

"And if I slip up and tell someone?" I asked.

"Then we have the excuse to arrest you," he answered. His eyes narrowed, "Or at least explain your disappearance." His voice wasn't so cheerful as he said that.

"Understood," I said. "May I ask why all of this hassle over an old German diary?"

"The book is in German?" he said with surprise.

"Yes," I answered, hoping I sounded very believable.

"Bring it out here tomorrow, and maybe I can tell you."

I got up from the table and started toward the door. I wasn't sure if they would let me leave, but it was worth a try. I was sure that I didn't have a chance in hell of getting through the two "orderlies" unless they were willing to let me go.

To my surprise, the two large men in camo stepped aside. Dr. Roberts, if he was really a doctor, accompanied me to front desk. Nurse Murphy was right behind him, now dressed in a set of green scrubs. As we approached the front door, he said, "Make sure you bring the book back here tomorrow. We know its not in a safety deposit box because you haven't been in a bank in the last two days."

I must have looked surprised because he grinned at me and said, "Security cameras. Facial recognition software."

Nurse Murphy walked up to me and took my hands in hers. She looked directly into my eyes and said, "I know that you really want to bring that book out to us."

I felt a strange warmness in my hands. It was as if something flowed out of her into me. At the same time, I felt a similar warmth move down from my shoulders. There was a sudden heat at about my wrists and Nurse Murphy quickly let go of my hands. Her eyes were wide in surprise, but she said nothing and made no other indication of anything being strange.

She turned and looked over at Dr. Roberts. Her face was turned slightly from me, but I could see that she made a very small motion with her head. It looked like she was shaking her head "no".

He turned back to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He tried to sound fatherly as he said, "We don't want to hurt you. And we don't want to cheat you out of anything. We know you paid $2,730 for the book. When you bring it to us tomorrow, you will leave with a check for $10,000. That's more than three times what you paid for it."

I smiled back at him and shook his hand. That same warmth flowed down from my shoulder as I said, "Sounds good to me, but I prefer the $50,000 in cash."

I was waiting for him to correct my amount, but instead he answered, "Cash it is." Then he added, "But if you aren't here by noon..." he nodded his head toward the two orderlies and nurse Murphy. "... they come looking for you."

I really hope I only thought and didn't say, 'I wouldn't mind having Nurse Murphy looking for me.'

***

My first stop after I left the clinic was the kid's section of the video department at the local WalMart. Actually I went through the grocery section first and picked up some dark ale and other necessities of life. After I was sure that no one was actually following me, I headed for the video section.

I selected three DVDs just to confuse anyone who might be watching on the security cameras. I had no need for Lion King or Cinderella, but I really needed to see DUMBO again. I vaguely remembered seeing it as a kid. It had something to do with a circus and a flying elephant. I remembered hearing something about it in the news recently because one group or another was objecting to it being re-released because it had old-fashioned racial and ethnic stereotypes in it. I didn't care about that. I was more interested in something else it evidently had in it– Mortimer's feather.

When I got home, I dug through my stack of old, useless shit I had from previous auctions and found the German diary. It was exactly like I remembered... old, leather, and filled with a very precise hand telling of who knows what... I can't read German. 

What was in it didn't matter. It was more or less the same size and color as the book in my gym locker. It even had the fold-over flap with a lock on the front. I had a feeling I could take care of any other minor discrepancies later.

I set it on the table and went out on the internet to look up Mark Twain's Mysterious Stranger. I had never even heard of it before. It's a weird ass story about some angel that comes to this kid in the Middle Ages and raises all sorts of hell with his life and the life of just about everyone else in the area. The important point for me was that near the end of the story, the kid wanted his father or uncle or whoever the hell it was to be happy and the angel makes him crazy because "No sane man can be happy, for to him life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is. Only the mad can be happy, and not many of those. The few that imagine themselves kings or gods are happy, the rest are no happier than the sane"

Dr. Michelson evidently wished for happiness and ended up insane. He even believed himself to be a king. In one of his moments of almost sanity, he must have written the warning about not wishing for happiness. Then he must have hidden the book in a storage locker with a long-term contract paid in full. I wondered how long he had been in his kingdom at the government nuthouse before the payments ran out.

Next I watched DUMBO. I sort of remembered a feather in it somewhere from when I saw it as a kid, but didn't know what it meant. In my memory all I could see was the baby elephant flying with a black feather held tightly in his little trunk. I nearly dropped my beer when the movie finally got to the part where DUMBO loses the feather and the little mouse has to tell him the secret of the feather. "There is no magic feather," says Timothy Mouse. "It was you all along."

I replayed that segment about five times before it finally hit me. "Holy SHIT!" I exclaimed aloud, this time actually dropping my beer into my lap. That was me at the hospital! They thought Dr. Bill changed nurse Murphy's uniform, but it was me. I thought of her in a naughty nurse costume and suddenly that was what she was wearing. And I didn't have the book with me!

That's why he knew that I had found the book. No! That's not what he said. He didn't say I had found the book. He said that the book had found me. What else did Dr. Michelson tell me in all his crazy babbling?

I tried to pull the conversation back into my mind. "It doesn't have to be the feather..." There was something else. "A key has two uses..." And then he said something about a light switch.

Did he mean that the book unlocked something in me? It must have. I obviously no longer needed the book to make things happen. But if I didn't need the feather– I mean the book– to make things happen, why would I need it at all?

"Click!" The lights came on in the room.

I know I didn't think about that. I didn't wish for the lights to come on. I wasn't even thinking about them, but the light switch moved on its own and the lights came on.

"What the hell?" I said aloud.

"Click!" The lights went out.

"Oh!" I said and started laughing. I almost shouted "He was telling me that a key also locks things. I need the book to turn it back off so I don't accidentally wish for happiness and end up at the funny farm."

I was practically bouncing up and down in my chair. 'Don't go getting too happy,' I told myself. I just need to keep this under control. And I don't need the book itself. He told me that Walt used a small image of Mickey that he always kept with him. I seemed to remember one of the online stories saying that Walt had a golden Mickey on his keychain.

I couldn't see myself with a Mickey Mouse keychain. That would create some really interesting problems for me at the gym, not to mention the fact that it was too easily lost. I wanted something a little more permanent. I imagined little Timothy with the feather in his hand and suddenly there was a stinging on my left arm. A tattoo of the mouse in full uniform holding the feather had appeared on my forearm. 

"Too much," I said aloud. Then I thought, 'But the right idea.' The mouse disappeared from my arm. There was another light stinging sensation and a small black feather appeared on my left ring finger between the first two knuckles.

I touched it and said aloud, "Off."

I suddenly felt empty, as if something had drained out of me.

I touched it again and said, "On."

The strange warmth that I had been feeling since I first touched the book returned.

"It's good to be the king," I yelled aloud as I reached for the ice cold glass of dark ale that had just appeared on the table in front of me.

I was beginning to understand why the government wanted this book. What government wouldn't want soldiers who could just imagine something blown up or make an incoming missile disappear with just a thought? I had no doubts that Dr. Roberts and his cohorts would do anything necessary to obtain the book. A fake German diary wasn't going to cut it.

I picked up the old diary. It was close, but no cigar. I tried to remember the original book. The outside said... what the hell did it say? If I could only remember it exactly, I could make this book the same.

The diary shook slightly in my hands. It was suddenly darker and, I think, just a little bigger. On the side of the book it now said, "Secreta Libro Cantus." I opened it and found that the title page also said "Secreta Libro Cantus." Beneath that were the words, "He who possesses The Secret Book of Spells has the secret to all of Mortimer's spells and incantations."

I found myself laughing aloud. I knew that wasn't what it said in the original book. In the real book it said, "He who possess this book has the secret to all of Mortimer's spells and incantations." I, or anyone who had seen the true book, would be able to tell immediately that this was a phoney. The two hand-written warnings were also absent from the title page. Like the original, the rest of the pages were blank.

I finished three more dark ales and went to bed.

***

I fell asleep almost immediately, but had weird dreams all night. I don't know if it was other feathermen speaking to me or what, but by the time I got up in the morning, I knew exactly what I had to do and how to do it. First on the list was to take the fake book to Dr. Roberts.

I got there at 8:30 and he met me in the lobby. I held the book up so he could see the name on the spine. "Maybe that isn't German," I said, shrugging my shoulders, "but I still can't read it."




The Secret Book of Spells



I handed him the book and said, "I don't have a key either, so you'll have to pick the lock."

"So you haven't actually read the book?" he asked.

"I can't read German," I answered, continuing to play dumb. "Didn't think it was worth breaking it trying to get it open."

I then tried to smile and look as dumb as possible. "I can count, however," I said. "Do you have my money?"

"Right here," he replied and handed me a small canvas duffle.

"Do I need to count it?" I asked.

"I assure you all fifty thousand is there," he replied.

"Thank you," I bubbled and pumped his hand up and down in an overactive show of thanks.

"You could do one more thing for me," I said very quietly as the heat flowed down through my arms. "You can erase everything you have on me and change all the names so I'm not connected with this in any way. And then forget that you ever saw me."

I released his hand and continued smiling at him and saying, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I gave him one last "Thank you" as I went out the door. A few minutes later I was headed north on the I-5. I exited east on the Sierra Highway and headed over to the I-15 to Vegas. Four hours later I was checking in at The Mirage.

I paid cash for three nights. They were a little surprised that my only luggage was a small canvas bag, but I told them I planned to buy what I needed as I went along. They looked at me a little suspiciously until I dropped another three grand on the counter and told them to apply it to my account against future purchases. That seemed to smooth everything over, but cash usually has that effect wherever you go.

A bellhop rushed forward to escort me to my room. He seemed confused that there was no luggage to carry, but he wasn't about to miss out on the opportunity for a good tip from some rube who was flashing a lot of cash. I let him show me to my room and gave him twenty for his efforts. I waited a moment and then said, "Is that enough?" I reached back into my pocket and said, "If my dream is right, I'll be rich tomorrow. If I'm wrong it will all be gone anyway." Then I handed him another twenty. I wanted him to remember me and to remember that I was some hick doing something crazy.

I slept all afternoon and then watched the news and some game shows on TV. Around 9:00, I went down to the restaurant. I think I've had better steak, but I really shouldn't judge the place by that experience. It could have just as easily have been my nerves affecting how the steak tasted. I dawdled over my meal until 10:30, then left a huge tip to make it up to the waiter and servers.  I walked into the casino at exactly 11:00. It was show time.

I carried my little canvas bag up to the teller cage and asked for $35,000 in thousands.  A few moment later I walked away with 35 yellow chips with the Mirage name and logo in the middle. I wandered over to the roulette table and stood watching for several minutes. After standing there for several rounds, the croupier looked over at me and said, "You gonna place a bet?"

I tried to look as confused as possible and asked, "The payout if I guess the right number is 35 to 1, right?"

He laughed and said, "Yes, the payout on a straight bet is 35 to 1. Make sure your dollar chip is in the very middle of the square."

I loved the look on his face as I carefully placed the thousand dollar yellow chip on number 24.

"Seventeen Black," cried the croupier as he pulled the losing chips– including mine off the table.

I placed another yellow chip on 24.

"Twenty-Three Red," he cried and again pulled my chip into his trough.

There are 37 numbers on the wheel, if you count zero and double zero, but the payout is only 35 to 1. That means that the odds are slightly stacked in the house's favor. If you play long enough, you will lose everything. That is the reality of roulette. The fact that I had $35,000 and was betting $1,000 each time would cause most watchers, like those who monitored the ceiling cameras, to think that I was playing the odds and hoping that 24 would come up at least once before I went bust. They have a name for that system in Las Vegas... it's called, "Stupid." 

As the croupier carefully whisked my thirty-fourth chip off the table, I casually reached down and touched my left ring finger. Then I placed my final chip on number 24.

The croupier spun the wheel and dropped the ball. I don't think I breathed at all as it clattered and bounced its way around the wheel. Finally it came to rest.

"Twenty-Four Black," yelled the croupier and pushed a new stack of 35 yellow chips over to me.

I set them on top of the one I had already bet and said, "Let it ride."

"Are you sure?" the croupier asked, looking up at the bank of camera ports that surrounded the table.

"Yes," I answered, trying to look very scared and nervous. Actually, that wasn't much of a stretch at this point.

I noticed that he pressed a button of some sort on the side of the table before he gave the wheel a spin. I had no doubts that a light or buzzer alerted the security room to a very high stakes wager.

He spun the wheel and dropped the ball. It seemed to clatter and bounce forever before it finally settled on black 24.

His voice wasn't quite the same as he announced, "Twenty-Four Black."

Two men in dark suits appeared just behind me on either side. "That's one point two six million," the croupier said. "Someone from the cage will have to arrange payment."

"That's OK," I said. "I will probably have to arrange for a wire transfer anyway."

As I reached down to pick up my stack of chips, the larger of the two men stepped up to me and said, "Would you mind accompanying us to the security office, sir?"

"Why?" I asked.

"It's normal procedure when there is such an unusual win." He waived his hand and added, "... just a formality." The formality included walking through a metal detector and having a hand wand run up and down my legs.

"I knew that my number should come up before I ran out of money," I said as sincerely as I could. "Then when it did on my last chip, I just couldn't control myself and told him to let it ride." I started giggling slightly. "I really don't know why I did that." I clapped my hands together trying to imitate Dr. Michelson. "I can't believe it came up twice."

"Yeah," the man behind the desk said, "neither could we." Then he smiled at me and said, "But it is obvious that you don't have anything on you that would affect the wheel. And neither you nor anyone near the table comes up in our database." I was sure I would in the future.

He walked around the desk and held out his hand. "I would like to personally congratulate one very lucky man." He shook my hand and asked, "How would you like your winnings?"

"I'd like the chips I had on the table back in cash," I answered. Then I pulled my checkbook out of my pocket and said, "The rest I would like wire-transferred to this account. I will deal with it later."

"You do realize," he told me, now sounding very much like a father giving his son advice, "that we are talking about over one million dollars... less taxes." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "We need your social security number to properly credit Uncle Sam's share."

"No problem," I said. About ten minutes later, I was walking back down the hallway to my room with 350 brand new Benjamins in my little canvas bag.

As I was opening the door, I was thinking, 'All I need to make this a perfect day is a beautiful blond who wants to have fantastic sex with me.'

That's when someone shoved me from behind and pushed me into the room and onto the floor.

I landed on my stomach with a loud "umph" and immediately rolled onto my back preparing to defend myself.

Whoever it was had fallen with me and was lying on top of me. Our faces were just inches apart. It was Nurse Murphy.

I tried to bring my hands up in front of my face, but she pushed them aside easily and leaned in and... planted a wet, sloppy kiss right on my lips. "God! I am so happy to see you!" she grunted as she reached around behind my head and pulled my face back against her own.

"Glad to see you, too, Nurse Murphy," I grunted back. I found myself thinking, 'I wish I could see more of you,' and suddenly her clothing was on the floor beside us. A second later my clothing was also strewn around us and she was dragging me toward the bed.

"Call me Sarah," she panted at me. "And you can drop the 'Nurse.' I quit The Center this afternoon. I was never really a nurse anyway."

If I hadn't known that everything that she was doing was because of my own mind, it would have been more like rape– not that I was objecting. She was all over me with her mouth, and I mean all over me. I don't know how I didn't fire off long before she even got to straddling me and going full cowgirl. OK, I know how, I just hadn't thought about that aspect of it before.

She bounced up and down on me going higher and higher and I wasn't that far behind her. She was squeezing me with her cunt muscles as she moved up and down, and it almost felt like I was being milked like a cow. Finally she started shuddering and reached up and squeezed her breasts and shouted, "Now!"

Gentleman that I am, I complied with her command and erupted within her. She collapsed panting on my chest. A few moments later she said between deep breaths, "That was for me. You don't know how long it has been since I have been able to risk letting myself go like that. We can go slower in the future."

Maybe I really am a gentleman. I felt guilty. Changing her uniform into something much more interesting was one thing, but turning her into my personal sex slave or whatever was another. "I'm sorry," I started to mumble. "I didn't mean to do this to you. I'll make it right. Just give me a little while to figure out what I have to do."

That's when she started laughing. She sat back up on my waist with me still just barely inside her. "You didn't do this to me," she said with a giggle. "I'm immune. That's why Doctor Roberts wanted me at The Center. I was the only one they'd ever found who was immune to Doctor Bill's thoughts."

She put her finger on my lips, which were open wide in shock, and said, "My clothes, not-so-much, but my body is immune from anything you might come up with in that dirty little mind."

She swung her leg up and rolled over next to me so we were lying side by side. "And even more importantly," she continued, "you are immune from me. I knew that as soon as I couldn't force you to bring the book to The Center."

I suddenly realized what was going on. "You've had the book, too," I almost shouted.

"Not exactly," she said with a grin. "But while I was on leave in Japan, an old Shinto priest stopped me on the street one day and gave me a scroll. He said it was the Dragon Scroll and that it held the secret to the Dragon Warrior's powers."

She laughed and then continued, "I thought it was just some of that oriental bullshit for tourists, but then weird things started happening around me. Just when I thought I would go nuts, a note– written in English–  fell out of the scroll telling me to go see a particular show at some little Kabuki theater down in a really old area of Tokyo. I couldn't understand a damn thing, but in their dance routine, one of the girls kept pointing a scroll at a lamp and it would suddenly light. A little later she would point it again and the light would go out. After the performance, she came up to me and said in very broken English, 'It doesn't have to be the scroll, chosen one. But keep the scroll safe so it can choose the one to follow you.'"

She rolled up onto her side and pointed at her hip. There was a small scroll tattooed there, on the outside just below her waist. "It works just like your feather," she said. She pressed it and said, "The lamp comes on."  She pressed it again and said, "And the lamp goes off."

She rolled over so that she was lying almost on top of me. She reached down and ran her hand up my leg, starting at about my knee. My prick began to stir. "The only problem is that certain things can override the switch." She ran her finger lightly over my penis and it finished springing to attention. "Like an orgasm," she said with a wicked laugh.

"As you would have soon discovered," she continued, "a tremendous burst of energy is released in that instant when your mind loses control during an orgasm." She kissed me lightly on the lips and went on, "It isn't enough to damage objects around you or make weird things appear in the room– usually– but if you are touching someone at that point..." She laughed. "... and that is sort of the whole point of sex, isn't it?" She pushed herself up onto both elbows and explained, "If you are touching someone at the point of orgasm, you sort of fry their brain."

She laughed again and said, "Some of the guys I've dated wouldn't have had anything to worry about. They went off before I could even get warmed up. But until I met someone who was immune, I was limited to wearing out dildos and vibrators." She gave me a crooked smile and said, "You gave me my first real flesh-to-flesh orgasm in eight years."

"So if I had feathered some bimbo from the casino into coming up to the room with me..?"

"You would have fucked her senseless." she replied. "And she would have stayed that way for a long, long time." She made a strange face and shrugged her shoulders. "Trust me, I speak from experience."

Her face and her voice got very serious. "That's how the center found out about me. I got arrested for drugging my date. I was originally as much a prisoner as Dr. Bill, but I still had my mind and I slowly erased myself from everyone's memory as anything but 'Nurse Murphy.' Before I left yesterday, I even made sure that the Nurse Murphy in their files was a 58-year-old employee who took early retirement and moved away."

"What exactly is the scroll and what did you do with it?" I asked.

"The scroll is now in a Shinto Shrine in a little village south of Tokyo. As far as what it is, have you ever seen Kung Fu Panda?"

"What!?" I exclaimed.

She laughed again and began to explain. "Walt Disney wasn't the only movie maker to steal ancient myths and make kiddie movies out of them. The Dragon Scroll in Kung Fu Panda was blank, but it opened up the power in Jack Black's character. Does that sound familiar?"

She smiled at me and raised her eyebrows as if waiting for me to answer, but before I could say anything, she continued, "There's a joke in there that only someone who knows about the true scroll can get. According to the real legend, the true Dragon Scroll is supposed to come from 'Master Woog,' or as it would be said in Pig Latin 'Astermay Oogway.'"

She laughed again, "Oogway was the name used for the master in the movie."

She turned serious and asked, "What are you going to do with the real book?"

"There is a new storage facility going up in North Hollywood," I replied. "They claim that their building is 100% earthquake-proof and will last for 200 years. I figure a pre-paid storage rental of 100 years ought to test their claims.

"And I'm going to invest the million in stocks or whatever. I figure I should be able to pick what will be profitable. You and I should be able to live comfortably for a long, long time."

A bottle of body gel suddenly appeared in my hand. "In the meantime," I said with what I hoped was my best sly smile, "I think we need to bleed off more trapped sexual energy before one of us explodes and turns this whole hotel into a giant brothel."

"It's legal in Nevada," she said as she rolled over so I could start massaging her back.

"But not in Las Vegas," I said as I slid my now slippery hand between her beautiful round buttocks.

"Details, details," she murmured. "Either of us could change that without leaving the room."

When we finally left the room and checked out four days later, I asked the desk clerk, "Would you settle an argument for me and my wife. 'Is prostitution legal in Las Vegas?'"

"A lot of tourists think so," he replied, "but no. Legal in Nevada, but not in Las Vegas itself."

Sarah looked at me with her eyebrows arched in a questioning manner. "Just checking," I said. "Just checking." 


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The Secret Box



NOTE TO READERS: THIS IS A VERY VIOLENT STORY! If you are offended by such things please pass on this one, both for your sensitivities and my ratings. 

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My heart was pounding. I grabbed my wife from behind unexpectedly, cupped my gloved hand over her mouth and put the gun to her head. I strained my voice in an effort to hide my identity when I spoke. I told her to do exactly as I said and not to make any attempt at escape, if she did... the I would pull the trigger. I tied a blindfold over her eyes and held her arm behind her back to quietly lead her out of the room.

I don't know how she found it, I can't say that I care really, not now anyway. I kept a box that was maybe the size of two cigar boxes tucked away in my closet. Intentionally hidden was more like it. I didn't really keep much in it though, it was just my place. I had some odds and ends in it normally, only when she found it, there was a letter in it that I had written. It was in my hand, addressed and dated but not sent. 

The thought had occurred to me to throw it away when I chose not to send it. I don't know why I couldn't, but I didn't. I tucked it into my secret box for safe keeping until I could decide whether to send it or burn it. That's something about letters of passion though, they're damned detailed aren't they? I don't know if my wife had a clue. 

Just like the indecision of the letter, I was never decided if she knew more than she let on or was genuinely clueless. I'll probably never know, I don't plan to ask. I looked into my box one day and discovered it was empty. Empty! My blood went cold! Who else could it be but my wife? Did she find it? Did she read it? My mind began buzzing through all of the alternatives, scenarios, tell tale signs. 

Tell tale signs? I couldn't muster any from recent memory. She seemed normal enough from what I could remember. Surely if she read it I would have heard about it, she had to say something! Just then, for some reason I looked all of the way into the box and saw a folded piece of paper taped to the front edge of it. As I read it my face flushed hot and cold. Why would she leave this but not say anything? 

My wife had definitely been the one who found it. My heart was pounding the more I read. What should I do? I kept thinking over and over. I taped the letter back into the box and looked at my watch. She was due home very soon. I went to my dresser and pulled out my holstered .38. I pulled the gun from the holster and put the holster back into the drawer. 'Breathe' I kept telling myself. I opened the chamber of the weapon to check for bullets, empty! I closed it back... and waited. 

I had decided to wait behind the drapes near where she would come in. The size of the valence made it a perfect hiding place. I had pulled the neck tie from my shirt and held it rolled in my hand. I couldn't let her see me. 

The door opened and I flinched. I didn't hear her drive up. It was too late now to back out. I could see her through the crack of the curtains. She put down her keys and purse, her back was to me. I slid out undetected. This is where my story began. When I attacked. 

I had her blindfolded, one arm behind her back and my gun to her head. She was shaking. I doubt she noticed but I was shaking too. Her body and her breathing shook violently as if she were terribly cold. I didn't know where to take her. It all happened so fast. 

I led her around the house like a game of pin the tail on the donkey so that she would be disoriented. I felt like I had to disorient her so she wouldn't know what her surroundings were. It would serve to limit her options. I decided on the open space of the living room, right in the middle. 

I put my fingers into her hair and pulled it tight, my mouth very near her ear I said 'Don't scream, don't yell and don't fight and you just might live bitch!' She shuttered and said in almost a whisper 'w-w-what do you want?' 

I forcefully ripped her blouse off and then tore her bra off of her. She cried out. "Shut up bitch!" I said and then began tying her hands behind her back with the torn shirt. 

I opened my pants and pulled out my cock and forced her to her knees. Holding her hair in my hands I guided her mouth to my body. When her lips touched me I said 'you know what to do'. She shook her head in refusal. I tightened my grip on her hair and put the gun to her forehead. 

She pushed herself away turning her shoulder into my legs. Forcefully I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth onto my throbbing body. This time she didn't resist. Her tongue licked and lips squeezed around me until I felt my muscles begin to tighten in response. I felt the head of my cock on her throat and she gagged. 

'Get up!' I ordered. She pulled her head back and tried to get up. She couldn't with her hands behind her back. 'Get up!' She shook her head. I grabbed her under the chin and lifted. 'Get up! Now bitch!' I half pulled and she rose to her feet. 

"Oh yea... I picked the right house." I said looking her up and down. I reached out and squeezed her nipple in my fingers. She cried out.. 'I'm gonna eat you alive.' I growled. I held her hair in my hands and starting at her neck, I ran my tongue up to her temple. She tasted powdery and sweet. She tried to recoil but found that she couldn't move. 

Still holding her head by her hair, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked and bit it. She stood there as I accosted her and said nothing except for the occasional painful gasp or cry. I stepped back and looked at her, arms tied behind her back, blindfolded and wearing only her skirt and stockings. 

'I bet a prissy bitch like you ain't never really fucked huh?' I began. 'I bet you get on your back and say 'Ok my GQ man, you can have my pussy now. Naa, you ain't never been fucked. Your like a Corvette that's only been driven by some old granny to church on Sunday. Well, today is your lucky day, it's Friday and I've got the car. Let's open her up and see what she can do.' She cried out and tried to fight and pull away. 

I stepped behind her and held the band of her skirt in my tight grip. 'Yea bitch, let's party!' I ripped the skirt apart to the slit and threw it to the side and tore her panties down the back and let them fall to the floor. My wife fought harder. 

I took some KY from my pocket that was in the box and put it on my hand. I pulled her ass apart and slid my finger into her rectum. She gasped. I massaged it and entered another finger. Her abdomen strained again causing a long moan to escape her throat. I felt her loosen slightly. 

I pulled a dildo from my other pocket and slathered KY onto its surface and slid it into her anus. She strained and groaned and her knees began to buckle. I turned her toward the couch and pushed her over onto it. She breathed heavy and strained against her reflex to push. 

The dildo glided easily into and out of her and her strains subsided. I slid my other fingers into her pussy and pressed against her swollen clit. Her strains and gasps began again. I roughly pulled her from the couch and let her bend to the floor with her ass in the air. I slathered the dildo again with the KY and slid it back into her loose anus. 

I squirted the gel it onto my cock and then rammed deep into her body. 'Oh yea!' I said. It's like getting fucked by two guys at once. I thrust my hips into her as I articulated the replica cock in her ass. 'P-p-please untie my hands.' She said between gasps. 'What do you say bitch?' 'P-please.' she added. 

I untied the tie and she pulled her hands to the floor. As I slid into her she thrust herself back onto me. The dildo was deep into her as well as my cock. She forced herself onto the probes entering her body over and over. The dildo was in my way slightly. I pulled it out of her and rammed my cock into her starving body as hard and deep as I could. 

My wife clawed at the carpet trying to keep herself upright. She reached back and pulled her anus open with her fingers. She knew I was about to come. I grabbed the KY bottle and squirted onto the loose sphincter. The dildo was roughly the same size as I was so I squirted some onto my come glazed erection and slid in. To my surprise she forced herself back onto me all the way. As relaxed as she was, this was still tighter than her pussy. I rammed into her as forcefully as ever. "Yeaa Bitch! You like it in the ass don't ya. You'll be my whore from now on!"

She groaned but still pushed against me. My body swelled and I ejaculated into her. Even my ejaculation was forceful and plentiful. I slid my still hard shaft out of her loose anus and slapped her hard on the ass. She cried out. 

'Damn good pussy bitch. I pushed her to the floor and laid on top of her body. She was laying face down with her head to the side. I licked her face. 'You just stay where you're at and I'll go without killing you for what you made me do. I went into the kitchen and scrubbed my shaft with soap and water and a cloth. I dried it, and did it again. 

I went back into the living room where she was laying and flipped her over, then pulled her legs apart. 'One more thing bitch!' I squirted the KY onto my still hard shaft and rammed my cock into her loose pussy. I fucked her shamelessly and without regard. I called her a cunt, a bitch, a whore... everything I could think of. My cock swelled and I ejaculated.

"You're a good fuck for a prissy bitch." I said getting my clothes on. "Maybe I'll catch you again for another shot up that tight ass." 

I got into my car and drove to the store and then to the Pizza drive through for dinner. I was gone for about an hour. I headed home and went inside. My wife stood in the kitchen, her hair wet from a shower and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. 'Hey baby,' she said. 'Did you get dinner?' 'Sure did.' I said holding up the pizza box. We sat down and ate and talked about our day, except the last two hours.

The letter in the secret box was written to her. It described a fantasy I had about her, but I just couldn't bring myself to give it to her. The possibility of rejection was just too overwhelming. She found the box while looking for something else and read my letter.

She wrote her letter and replaced mine so that I would find hers. She described a fantasy of being raped at gunpoint and being 'forced' to do things. She wanted to be roughed up, tossed around and violated with a heavy hand. 

She in fact had placed the dildo and KY into the box and took the liberty of removing the bullets from my gun. Her perpetrator would make her do awful things that she's never done before (but wanted to). She also left an added note about the secret box. She liked the idea of passing notes about secret desires. It would be like thinking something and having the other secretly read your thoughts. 



The Secret Breeder



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written as a joke in response to being woken up by my lover who was, well, in midst of -- uhm -- the deed ... all unbeknownst to me. I woke up all kind of confused and I slapped him (kinda hard). He was all indignant, then got all spooked and apologized (ahem, after we'd finished), stating he thought it would be cute to wake me up like that. Entitlement is a funny thing at 4:30am though. 

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It's okay if they don't fight back, he recited to himself feeling the limp body over his shoulder and his growing erection straining against his acid washed, Guess jean waist. He hefted her weight over his shoulder and she flopped down on the table groaning incoherently. She mumbled something about the metal lamps overhead being shiny as he stretched her left leg over the stirrup and strapped it in, only to do a half turn and repeating with the other leg in relevant silence. She was naked already except for a blanket that he had wrapped around her but it now failed to protect her exposed sex. As any good boyfriend would have done, he had wrapped her to protect her modesty but now was no time for modesty. The breeding was to begin.

Tyler -- at least what he'd decided to call himself here -- really did love her but knew, deep down, that their mutual love for each other was dangerous. When he began to mistake their love making for a real human relationship it was time to impregnate, imprison and move on. She had no free will under the power of his race. Sure, he was hominid but his race was long dying and their time tables had shifted to a matter of priorities verses sensibility. Offspring were important to the tribal leaders than love or emotion, just as were the female vessels they needed to conceive their young and no woman had been born to his people since the Great Tainting. It was earth's women that held the key to their survival. They were the queens of tomorrow; willing or not.

Adele was the prime of that type, a young black haired and blue eyed beauty with great lineage, prime in her health, well-educated and perfect in all the many ways he needed her to be. Her figure was chiseled and yet accented with fine curves that in the fleshy-tan of her body, soaked only in the bright Hawaii sun, she was a marvel to behold. And, yet, her fated quality was that she was alone. Having left her comfortable nest, two thousand miles away from home, and working long hours to live in paradise, it had taken him months to even land a date with her, months to court her, and now he was going to reap his wild reward.

Her birth control he'd sabotaged with sugar pills and he'd been cooking dinner for weeks, priming her with enough hormones to stimulate the ovulation he needed. At night he'd prick her very gently for a drop of blood off from her finger while she slept under his hypnotic gaze and tonight he knew she was ovulating.

Tonight she'd get no choice, and he grieved for that fact, that she was another missing person poster amongst a mass of nobodies. But her reality would change. It was a price the best had to pay and he was no longer capable of empathy when the ends truly justified his means.

He shifted around her, opening the blanket and exposing her breasts in his ship's operations room. Very coldly he conducted his prep business, as he made his logs and adjusted her. Then he undressed. 

Cold hard muscle crawled out of his layers of clothes, linking each frame of his body in smooth transition to the next. By the time he'd stripped to his boxers his erection was shifting up out of the elastic waist band like a big purple flare, the second head, which fell just above his testes was smaller, but it was meant to stimulate the anus as well. He was not small; but she'd taken him before -- although he'd never exposed his dual genitalia to her.

He stepped forwards and took a side instrument, a long and slender colon cleaner, and he used a lube bottle's contents to prepare it liberally. He took some excess and he found her anus with his finger, very gently applying pressure and lubricating the opening. When pleased with that he took the soft but firm head of the contraption and very easily slipped it into her.

She gasped and her head lurched up, blue eyes rolling with a, "Please..." But her protest was cut short by a long stare and a bead of sweat formulated on his forehead. 

Adele was as strong willed woman, but not strong enough as the head if the chrome-shimmering machine popped past her sphincter and was announced with a pleasurable groan out of Adele. Using a hand pressurizer he expanded the side bulbs in the contraption to lock it in place as she wriggled in her restraints. Then he clicked on the water.

It took a few moments before the pain hit her, as her bowels flooded with a soapy water mixture. As quick as it hit, it fell away with the pleasure of being able to pass the water while he drained her bowels. 

For fifteen minutes he proceeded to repeat the procedure, until he was satisfied to her cleanliness and the state of arousal at the enema process compelled. Finally he released the pressure knot inside, withdrew the instrument, and set it back to its compartment. His own fluids, now dribbling out the head of his penis, coated his shafts and balls. He wanted to take her and the pheromones produced let him know she was ripe and ready at such a response.

First he slipped in two of his fingers into the folds of her labia, working them slowly upwards to feel the glands respond. 

She shot up, "NO!" Her eyes dilating rapidly as she screamed and thrashed. He withdrew his fingers suddenly and felt her buck under him. He gritted his teeth realizing she was aware of his assault.

Guilt and shame shot through his being and his lips quivered. His hesitation was enough of a tell but his pride and his mission were of more potent strength. This could not fail.

"I am so sorry, Adele. I love you -- I do. But to be together is impossible. You have to bear the burden of being chosen; I've tainted you. No man, no other man can give you a family. I've had you Adele, I've made your body change in great ways," he held her thrashing frame down at the waist and his arms coiled around her then, up her ribs and cradled her neck. "I'm not here of this world, love."

He shot a look at her that put her back down hard in the physical paralyzed state again but her eyes still shifted and watered as she focused on him.

"Listen," he growled, guilt and frustration trembled in his intonation, but moreover he was inwardly amazed at her resilience. "I found you. You are mine for the sake of my peoples. Don't forget that I love you but my burdens are your burdens now."

Tyler gave no time for her to respond as she started shifting again. He first positioned his main shaft and slammed it into her causing her to gasp. He was big and knew how to use it against any woman. She clamped down over him like a vice grip and he shifted his arm under her as he withdrew slightly. This time her asshole, resolved to the previous assault, opened just enough to wedge the head in and then he bucked his hips forward causing Adele to scream. There was no patience or slowness this time. He began assaulting both holes without mercy and with great physical enjoyment.

The mental anguish he experienced was more than he really could stand though. Her eyes plead with him for a general explanation and her body, yet, betrayed the fact she was in love with him still. The passion and fire shot through her only to be soured in confusion and a frustrating inability as his mind and a bunch of straps kept her locked to the procedural table.

She cringed and her eyes flickered at him, but she truly felt the pang of sex run deep up her spine warping her mind to how deep he always went, how big he was and how fantastic sex had always felt with him. Even now he betrayed her and it still felt the same awesome pleasure. It raced across her inner thighs and her nipples rippled in hardening shock. Although the emotional violation sent her reeling and rage kept her ability to break through to him, she still loved this strange man in his confusing and mad antics.

Adele's own hips bucked back against him spontaneously -- but not trying to rhythmically merge their thrusts. No, she was trying to escape the metal table, the leg stirrups and the mind hold he had over her. 

She offered herself to him - offered her love to him, her life, her feelings, her emotions. Was it a mistake?, she wondered. Each thrust confused her more just as his own mind-control over her slipped away in the throes of his love making -- or was it still a breeding? -- he shuddered and she shuddered against him. Their conjoined orgasm was building to a powerful crescendo. The tempo increased as she felt the sliding of his massive dual organ press home into her. When he thrust the final time she cried out while his concentration snapped away from him.

They writhed together an she grabbed for his face, her lips latching onto his for a split second and she felt her belly contract as his seed bed down into her womb with immeasurable force and a different type of physical bliss. For a few moments the orgasms kept coming -- harder and faster than anything she'd ever felt in her life. It was spontaneous, wonderful and a beautiful in a bizarre way.

When she looked at his face, a spinning whirl of emotional distress, she ran her hand across his cheek to mop up the tears he bled. 

She loved him. She really did. That was why forgiveness bled out of her being for even this type of action -- a seemingly great big betrayal. Granted, he deserved a punishment for all of it... So she picked her hand off his wet cheek and swatted him across his face. The clap it made echoed in the big star ship walls and then a glow of red instantly charred his pale features.

He looked shocked and then his face furrowed as her grinning face glared up at him. With a sigh she simply said, "You could've just ASKED."



The Secret CFNM Life of Tom Murphy



There was one character trait about Thomas J. Murphy that superseded all others: his innate desire to please people, especially women. As a young boy he would take great pleasure in helping his mother clean the house or run errands for her. His father, having died in an automobile accident when he was just an infant, left a tremendous hole in his mother's life. As time went on, she relied upon him not only for the physical labor he provided, but also for the emotional support that she could not get from her daughter Andrea, who was two years older than Tom. Andrea was a complex, highly spirited, and beautiful young woman who liked to take advantage of her younger brother's generous and self-effacing nature; so much so that his mother had to frequently intervene in order to keep the boy from becoming her plaything. Tom, of course, had no desire to devolve into some obsequious lackey, and as he grew into young manhood he acquired a particular strength of character that could not be easily manipulated. But the desire to please was always foremost in his mind.

This, of course, did not mean that he did not go out of his way to help his sister; he did. More often than not, he took great delight in cooking meals for both his sister and his mother, anxiously waiting to hear their combined moans of pleasure as they sampled their first morsel of food. Unlike most boys in their teen years, who often found themselves in open rebellion against their parents and other siblings, Tom loved being needed by his family. He saw it as an obligation to step into this dead father's shoes and protect and defend the ones he loved. That his mother and sister both seemed to rely heavily upon him for most things pleased him no end. However, beyond this familial devotion, he could be as rebellious as any other young man when confronted with those exemplars of external authority: teachers. And this extended to even the most placid and sanguine of this species who, of course, were all male. 

As time wore on his sister's taunts and manipulative schemes subsided and she recognized him at last for what he truly was: a genuinely loving and caring young man; handsome, intelligent, and by the time he reached his eighteenth birthday, physically imposing at 6' 3" tall. He was also, however, prone to introversion, but when in the company of those whom he loved and trusted, he could easily become the life of the party. In effect, he was a man of composites, showing one face to the outside world, while showing another only to those who inhabited his private inner sanctum.

The Murphy's lived in a lovely, but small, converted farmhouse about twenty miles west from downtown Boston. The town was small too, never surpassing a few thousand in total population. Everyone knew each other, and that was how the Murphy's liked it. But, as Tom was finishing high school, he began to think beyond the limited confines of his provincial town to the wonders that existed in the far-flung places of the world. He felt a little like George Bailey in "It's A Wonderful Life," who always wanted to see exotic and novel places, but was never able to do so for one reason or another. Tom would not allow that to happen to him. He would work and save his money and, after college, he'd make sure to travel the world. He might even take his mother and sister along too, if he could afford to do so. He had a very big heart, Tom Murphy did.

After earning his degree in teaching from one of Boston's most renowned educational institutions, Tom continued to live with his mother and sister, finding a teaching job as an associate professor of political science at Harvard. Although he often had the opportunity to date attractive women, he rarely did so, finding himself at a loss to devote time to pursuits that he found at odds with his devotion to study. He had also promised his mother not to live on campus but to return home every night to be with her. He didn't mind this restriction because it made him feel good to be needed. He truly enjoyed caring for his mother. Not that he was a mama's boy. He wasn't. He was just a dedicated and loving son—a man of rare and exceptional talents who didn't need a woman on his arm at every moment, like some men did.

The few times that Tom did go out on dates, he tended to prefer intellectual, self-confident, pedigree types that represented the antithesis of the provincial, sheltered, and timid varieties, which seemed to flourish in his own hometown. On one occasion, he asked a fellow teacher, a certain Ms. Severance, to have dinner with him at a pricey restaurant in Harvard Square. At first she played hard to get, but Tom's good looks and charming ways soon won her over. She was tall, about 5' 9", and quite stunning, with long, coal black hair that fell to her waist, and eyes that sparkled like two huge aquamarines. Physically, she seemed flawless. But it was not so much her fabulous looks that attracted him—it was her commanding presence that both impressed and excited him most.

Tom dated more often as the school year proceeded, being drawn to any woman whom he thought might offer him an intellectual challenge. He dated women from the college faculty and staff, as well as women whom he met at clubs, parties and other social events. Once he even dated a woman who ran a local salon, simply because she was feisty and was not afraid to tell off some male customer who tried unsuccessfully to come on to her.

But the truth about his nature, which for most of his adult life had been unconsciously suppressed, finally came to light when Ms. Severance and he were conversing in her classroom after normal school hours. They had been discussing an issue relating to world politics and he was losing the argument. Most men would have become angry if they found themselves losing ground to a woman, but he found himself wanting to surrender to this dominant, intellectually powerful Amazon. With each counter argument she offered, his position weakened further still, until he realized that he was becoming sexually excited watching her make a fool of him. As they sat across from the table from one another, he occasionally glanced at her feet and lovely long legs. He wanted more than anything to run his tongue up and down those delicious limbs in humble servitude. He wanted to remove her shoes and suck each pristine toe into his mouth, cleaning each one with his hot, wet tongue, on his knees before her like a supplicant, begging for the chance to devote himself to her every whim.

But what finally drove him to the realization that he enjoyed being dominated by women was when, moments later, a female student came walking into the class to be reprimanded by Ms. Severance. The student, a pretty young girl of nineteen who had been caught with marijuana in her handbag, looked nervous as Ms. Severance ordered her to sit down. Tom quietly seated himself behind the girl and to her left so that he could continue to stare lustfully at Ms. Severance's beautiful and sexy legs. 

With every caustic remark delivered to the girl, Tom found himself getting more and more turned on. And as the verbal barrage continued, his cock began to grow. Shielded by the student, Tom could take in more and more of those astoundingly long legs that seemed to captivate him beyond his comprehension. Was he going mad with lust? He didn't know, nor did he care. All that mattered to him at that moment was that he felt a tremendously powerful sexual thrill that made him gasp with pleasure.

And then, in the middle of her strident harangue, Ms. Severance let the shoe from her right foot drop, exposing the succulent foot and its perfectly manicured toes. It was an unconscious effort on her part, but it brought Tom more joy than he could imagine. There was nothing he could do but reach down toward his crotch and begin stroking his aching penis. He knew it was wrong. He knew that, if caught, he might lose his job, but he was beyond caring now. All he wanted to do was to get on his knees and worship those lovely appendages that so captivated him.

As he stroked his stiff prick, he imagined himself completely nude in front of both women. And this new and exciting fantasy began to take on a form all its own as he pictured himself the naked plaything of this commanding woman and the chastised girl. He wanted them both to watch him strip the clothes off his body, his huge jutting hard-on waving in the air, his two bulging testicles overripe with hot sperm, ready to shoot its monstrous load of molten white cream high into the air for both women to enjoy, and then to bask in the sublime radiance of their collective beauty, totally drained and spent.

And then he started to cum. He could feel the warmth of his semen saturate his pants as his hand forced spurt after spurt of milky spunk from the depths of his swollen balls, all the while keeping his eyes focused on Ms. Severance's luscious legs and feet. It felt so good, not only because of the visual treat he was experiencing, but because his orgasm coincided with a particularly virulent verbal attack upon the cringing girl. He had never cum so hard before.

From that moment on, Tom began to utilize the Internet to provide the bulk of his clothed female, naked male (CFNM) experiences. He found many adult sites dedicated to providing its members with quality CFNM videos and photos, and he quickly became a CFNM junkie. For hours on end he would sit in front of his computer jerking off to pictures of naked men being controlled and manipulated by dominant women. He was thrilled as never before.

It was during the fourth year of his teaching tenure at Harvard that he met and fell in love with a strikingly beautiful blonde woman from Cambridge—a socialite from a very rich family who had roots going back to the days of the Revolution. Her name was Abigail Worthington, and she was, at only 22 years old, a force to be reckoned with.

Abigail was a brilliant, strong-willed, and tremendously ambitious woman who had been recently elected to the Cambridge town council—the youngest person to occupy that post. She single-handedly was responsible for initiating a series of tax cuts that brought welcomed relief to the town's struggling economy and also engineered an all-encompassing jobs program that brought an influx of workers into the community from all parts of Massachusetts. For this she was greatly admired by her peers and the average worker, who saw her as a champion of the people. Rich and powerful as her family was, she herself was a person who believed strongly in Democratic principles, seeing this as the only viable route to a town government predicated upon justice and equanimity. For all her money and status, she remained essentially a woman of the people. 

During one of her speeches delivered at Harvard one humid July afternoon, she was introduced to Tom by a mutual acquaintance. Tom quickly became enamored of her and she of him. After a brief courtship, the two married and settled in a luxurious apartment on the southern end of Harvard Square overlooking the Charles River. He had never been happier.

During the first two years of their marriage, Tom seldom felt the need to seek out his sexual thrills via the Internet. His beautiful wife was more than a match for his own powerful sexual urges. However, in the third year of their marriage, his desire to seek out anything related to CFNM, so long dormant, suddenly resurfaced, and he began to indulge his passion whenever his wife was not at home. A part of him felt like he was betraying his wife's trust—that what he was doing would not be understood nor appreciated by her. But his desires quickly overcame any misgivings he might have had, and he assiduously pursued his rampant fetish as often as he could, sometimes spending hundreds of dollars per month in adult site membership fees. He charged these fees to his own personal credit card, the bill of which was delivered to his own private post office box.

Tom was extremely careful to erase all evidence of his Internet behavior. The last thing he wanted his wife to know was that underneath all that façade of outward manly bravado lurked a closet fetishist. He knew that he wasn't a true submissive, yet he did enjoy watching naked men humble themselves before women. He also enjoyed watching men's bare bottoms spanked by clothed women and especially enjoyed it when multiple women tied men down to a table and milked their stiff pricks until they lost control and spewed giant arcs of cum high up into the air. He always watched these orgasmic sequences in slow motion, enjoying every savory spurt of cum as the women's expert stroking forced the sperm from the men's excited tools.

But more than enjoying watching ropes of cum cascade into the air, it was the women's reactions to the men's orgasms that really turned him on. Sometimes he would imagine his wife doing the same thing to him, and he laughed aloud knowing her conservative upbringing would never place her in that role. On one hand he was thankful for it, on the other he was dismayed because he wished she were a little more adventurous. The truth was, he was afraid to tell her anything about his clandestine desires for fear she might think him a pervert, which of course he was. She was a woman of quiet dignity and a community leader. She would never understand. It would have to be kept a secret from her—forever.

It was in the fourth year of their marriage that Tom finally made the decision to seek out CFNM experiences in the real world. He had often read about people who took part in wild CFNM parties and he wanted desperately to be dominated by beautiful women and to have them watch as he masturbated in front of them. In truth, he had grown jaded with what was available to him on the Internet. And his wife's focus on conventionality in their bedroom encounters left him hungry for something more exciting and unusual.

Searching through one of the CFNM blogs one evening, Tom came across an ad listed by an organization known for holding lavish CFNM entertainment such as strip shows, private events, bachelorette parties, etc., that catered to women. The company, called "Ladies First," was looking to hire handsome, well-built males to serve as waiters for their all-women events. The men would have to go completely nude with the exception that they must wear bowties and shoes. It appealed to Tom immediately.

He sent an e-mail to the contact listed on the page and the next day received a reply to come in for a personal interview at the company headquarters in downtown Boston the following week. He was to report between the hours of 10:00 AM and 7:00 PM to the "Lansdowne Studio" on Boylston Street, where he would be asked to remove his clothes before an audience of several females. If he felt uncomfortable doing this, the e-mail stated, then he need not apply.

When Tom read this his heart leapt for joy. A chance to finally expose himself before a group of clothed women! Outrageous! And thrilling! That night he hardly slept at all.

The rest of that week, and for part of the next, Tom was preoccupied with the thought of stripping himself naked in front of a bunch of fully clothed women. It was all he could think about. Abigail didn't know what to make of his odd behavior. When she questioned him if anything were wrong he quickly reassured her that it was his workload at the college that was putting a lot of stress upon him. This was true to some extent, but far from the whole story. Somehow he managed to convince her that he was telling the truth. She bought his story and thought nothing further of it.

On Wednesday of the following week Tom arrived at the "Lansdowne Studio" promptly at 10:00 AM, having called in to work sick that day. His wife had already left for an out-of-town company meeting several hours earlier. As he walked in the front door he found the room empty, with the exception of an attractive-looking middle-aged woman who was sitting at a desk at the far end of the room. As he walked toward her she lifted her head slowly and smiled at him.

"May I help you?" she said politely.

"Yes," Tom replied. "My name is Tom Murphy and I have come for the interview with 'Ladies First'."

"Oh, of course." She let her eyes take in the full measure of him. "Please fill out this form and give it back to me and I'll let them know you're here."

"Where are all the people?" he inquired. "I thought there would be a lot of guys..."

"Most of them come in at noon when they're on their break from work and some come after 5:00 PM. This place can get pretty crowded. Be thankful you don't have to deal with that."

The woman handed Tom a clipboard containing some paperwork and a pen, then retreated through a door behind her. Tom sat in a nearby chair and filled in the form with a shaking hand. He had no idea what to expect. And that look that woman gave him! It was downright lustful! He felt his heart begin to beat wildly in his chest as he supplied the necessary information.

A few minutes later the woman re-emerged and in a lilting voice said that "they" were ready to meet him. Tom hurriedly finished writing on the form and handed it back to the woman.

"All done," he said smiling nervously.

She took the clipboard from him and told him to proceed though the door from which she had just emerged.

"Good luck, Tom," she said, almost laughing as she did so.

Tom was not prepared for what he encountered as he opened the door. There, before him, was a large rectangular table around which sat no less than two dozen women—all fully outfitted in business suits and all very attractive—discussing in a most animated fashion the merits of the males whose pictures they had displayed before them. Their ages ran the gamut of what he thought were young girls in their early twenties to more mature specimens in their fifties and sixties. As he walked in their conversations came to an abrupt end and all eyes focused on him.

"Mr. Murphy," one of the older women said to him. "Please come in and have a seat over there."

She pointed to a chair that stood on an elevated platform about a dozen feet from the head of the table. As he sat down all the women shifted their chairs to get a good view of him.

"He has nice shoulders," one young blonde woman commented to another.

There were several giggles and then the older woman spoke. 

"Okay, enough ladies. Mr. Murphy, my name is Esther Wallace. May I call you Tom?"

"Please do."

"I have to ask you several questions and then you will be asked to remove your clothes. Is that all right with you?"

"Ah," Tom hesitated. "You mean remove my clothes in front of you?"

"Yes," she replied, in a matter of fact tone. "In front of all of us. Do you have any objections?"

"Well, I..."

"You did read the ad didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then you know that all our waiters go naked at our events."

"Yes, I know that. It's just that I've never done this before. You have to admit it does seem a bit odd."

Tom's hands were starting to feel clammy. Maybe he wasn't really cut out for this CFNM thing after all—at least not the reality of it. 

"If you are uncomfortable being nude in front of women then we really have nothing further to discuss I'm afraid."

"No, no, it's not that," he replied quickly. "I just want to know...will my face be posted all over the Internet? I have a reputation to uphold."

Esther smiled. "You need not worry about that, Tom. All of our clients, as well as those who work directly for our company, are guaranteed complete anonymity. Like you, they have reputations to uphold too."

"Come on!" one of the young girls sitting in the back of the room shouted. "Let's see some beefsteak!"

At her instigation, the rest of the women began to push him to remove his clothes. At first hesitant, he found their raucous encouragement titillating, and when he exposed his muscular bare chest to them to wild applause, he lost all timidity and rapidly disposed of his pants, shoes and socks.




The Secret CFNM Life of Tom Murphy



"The underwear, too," Esther gently reminded him.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"But I have a..."

"Hard-on," Esther laughed. "Yes, I can tell. Take it out. We all want to see it."

The entire room echoed her sentiments with a huge roar of approval.

Tom felt his legs begin to shake beneath him and wondered if he could take that final step of exposing himself to a room full on clothed strangers. For a brief moment he considered putting his clothes back on and walking out. He thought of all kinds of reasons why he shouldn't be doing this. Notwithstanding the moral implications involved, he was worried about his wife finding out. She would never understand his fetish and it could easily spell the end of his marriage—to say nothing of putting his teaching job in jeopardy. He was taking an awful risk and he knew it. Yet, as his fingers reached underneath the elastic band of his underwear and he began to slowly pull them down, he felt an overpowering sense of exhilaration that he had never felt before. It was as if he were finally accepting the truth about himself; that he wanted nothing more than to please women and to be controlled by them. When his 9-inch erect cock sprang into view the women's collective gasps and moans served as a form of repudiation for all that he felt. There was no going back now.

"Lovely!" Esther remarked as she stared at his swollen cock jutting out before him.

All the women in the room went wild seeing his incredible physique on full display. Tom felt elated but somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I can't help it."

"Don't be sorry," Esther giggled. "A handsome man with a handsome penis has nothing to apologize for. I just have a few questions for you and then you can go. Ladies, please quiet down."

Tom was invited to sit down as he was being questioned. Most of the inquiries dealt specifically with his sexual preferences, which at first put him off a bit. However, he fought the inclination to be disingenuous and told Esther the truth, causing him a good share of embarrassment and pure entertainment for the women.

"So, how many times a day do you masturbate, Tom?" Esther asked him, trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, I guess it depends on my mood," he answered honestly. "Usually once a day, sometimes twice."

"Do you have trouble keeping an erection?"

A mature woman sitting next to Esther laughed aloud. "Does it look like he's having any trouble? Look at it for heaven's sake!"

The interview went on for another ten minutes, after which he was told that he was hired.

"It's rare that I hire anyone on the spot," Esther said to Tom. "But I have a good feeling about you. I think you'll make a wonderful addition to our team."

"Thank you," he replied as he reached for his underwear. "I really enjoy pleasing women." Never had he felt so alive and willing to make women happy.

"Esther," one of the young girls across the table from her said. "Don't you think he should...?" She started to jerk her open fist back and forth for all to see.

"Oh, yes," Esther replied. "I almost forgot."

She reached into her valise and pulled out a paper that she handed to Tom. "The president of our company just the other day issued a new hiring regulation which states that all employees must be willing to masturbate themselves to orgasm before the hiring board. And that means you, Tom."

The entire room broke out in laughter.

"You can't be serious," Tom objected.

"I'm deadly serious," Esther replied. "Lately many of our waiters have been asked to masturbate themselves or have themselves masturbated by our clients. It's becoming an increasingly common practice these days. I'm afraid you will have to comply with this regulation or we can't hire you."

Tom looked stunned. "You mean you want me to jerk myself off here right now in front of all of you?"

"That's right," Esther said looking somewhat bemused. "It's already hard anyway, so you're halfway there now."

All the women in the room wholeheartedly agreed. They each began to urge him to masturbate himself while they watched.

"Come on, Tom," one pretty young brunette said in a coaxing voice. "You said you want to please women so...please us! Jerk it off. We want to watch you cum."

"Do it!" screamed another beautiful young girl. "Jerk it off for us baby!"

With encouragement such as this, Tom found himself slowly stroking his cock for their enjoyment. He was in his element now and he knew it. Although he was undeniably a plaything for this lascivious group of women, he also had them in the palm of his hands, knowing that his good looks and attractive body were as much an allure for them as his desire to show off for them was for him. He had to suppress a laugh when he thought of how ridiculous he must look. Yet none of the women were laughing—they were groaning with pleasure. If his wife could see him now she'd be filing divorce papers in a minute. But even this thought could not stop the hand that now pulled on his prick with ever increasing speed, forcing the sperm deep within his balls to react violently with each feverish stroke.

During this time Esther took a seat in front of Tom, admiring his technique. She was a very tall woman, about 5' 11", and as she sat there with her beautiful long legs crossed, he found it hard to keep his eyes off them. He wanted to shoot his plentiful load of sperm all over those gorgeous limbs of hers. He could see the cum splashing onto her perfect legs, the jets of hot semen coating her from ankle to knee in one incredible burst of white lava. She knew that she was exacerbating his lust and removed her shoes so that he could see her lovely feet. He knew he could not hold off any longer.

"Better move back," he warned Esther. "I tend to shoot pretty fucking far!"

"Do it," she ordered him, ignoring his warning. "I want to watch every fucking spurt!"

His huge schlong reared back once, and then twice. Suddenly the hot cum flew out of his excited prick with a vengeance, sailing out a good fifteen feet over the head of Esther and landing onto the front end of the table where an enthralled group of girls were forced to lean back to avoid getting splashed. This was followed by a tremendous round of cum bursts, each successive blast flying out further than the one before it. The women sat amazed as their eyes followed the thick white ropes of cream as they shot out errantly around the room. Esther got a huge dose of sperm on her right leg, which caused her to laugh hysterically. A few of the women sitting at the table also got hit with Tom's generous offering, but they didn't seem to mind. When it was finally over Tom was greeted with a roar of applause.

"Amazing!" Esther exclaimed, as she removed a few tissues from her pocketbook and began to wipe the sperm from her leg. "I have never seen a guy cum like that before. Amazing!"

"I've never been worked up like that before I guess," Tom conceded.

"You have a thing for women's legs and feet I see."

"Yes, I do. And yours are beautiful."

"If they can inspire you to do that then you'll be a big hit at our parties I'm sure!"

After he had put his clothes back on he said goodbye to the women and walked out of the room to a thunderous roar of applause.

As Tom was driving home he found it hard to believe what he had just experienced. He felt ashamed of himself for having to deceive his wife in this way, but his lust was uncontrollable. He was a slave to his desires and he had no choice but to obey those desires. The very fact that he knew he was doing something illicit made it all the more exciting for him. Esther told him that he could expect to work his first assignment in about a week. If he could have made those intervening days disappear with a wave of his hand he would have done so, and not have regretted it in the least.

************

In the days following his interview, Tom was careful not to overcompensate in being nice to his wife. He knew that although she was not suspicious be nature, any overt attempts to cater to her might arouse her curiosity. So, he played it cool and casual—quite in keeping with his nature. Thus, Abigail suspected nothing. But then she had her own professional issues to contend with, and these occupied a great deal of her time, often requiring her to spend days away from home conducting business out of state. Though they did not spend a great deal of time together, the time they did have to themselves was spent wisely and always with great displays of warmth and affection.

It was the day before he was to report for his first assignment that he and Abigail found themselves with an entire evening to share. He business appointment had been cancelled and he had completed grading final papers for the semester. As she sat at the dinner table with him he smiled to himself wondering how on earth she had the energy to work a 10-hour day and still have enough energy to cook dinner. It seemed to him that she must possess some superhuman qualities that mere mortals like him could never possess. As he stared at her he was drawn to the conclusion that she had become more beautiful with the passing of the years. Now at 26, she was at the height of her beauty: a stunning blonde goddess who commanded the respect of everyone, including him.

"Do I have something on my face?" she asked, finally realizing that he was staring at her.

"Nothing that shouldn't be there, my darling," he said grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

"Then why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm sorry. You're just so damned gorgeous."

"You're an idiot," she replied as she lifted a fork full of food to her mouth.

"I can't help it," Tom protested. "You are".

Abigail shook her head and looked at him as if he were crazy. After she swallowed her food she took his hand in hers. "If you want to get me into bed all you have to do is ask." She impulsively reached down between his legs and laughed. "Hard as a rock! You little fiend!"

Tom had indeed grown erect as he sat there lusting after his wife. Without a further word between them, she led him into the bedroom and threw him down on the bed. "I'm going to fuck you, you horny little bastard," she said as she ripped his shirt off.

Tom smiled. He loved it when his wife played the dominant role—as she had done so often before. He had no choice but to submit to her will and he loved her for it.

"I haven't tasted your hot jizz in a long time," she reminded him as she removed his pants and underwear. "After you fuck me, I want you to shoot your hot load right down my fucking throat. Do you hear me, you little shit?"

"Yes, Abigail. Whatever you want."

"That's right you little fuck. Whatever I want! Now take off those fucking shoes and socks and start playing with yourself."

"Aren't you going to get undressed too?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No, I want to fuck you with your clothes on."

She laughed. "Fine. I'll leave all my clothes on except for these."

Abigail lifted up her skirt and quickly removed her underwear. She shoved them right into Tom's open and waiting mouth.

"The smell of my cunt is all over those fucking things. Eat it up you fucking piece of shit!"

Tom was in heaven. He absolutely loved it when his wife talked dirty to him. It didn't happen often but when it did, he was grateful for it. Looking down, he saw his prick expand to new dimensions under her verbal assault.

She grabbed his huge tool in her right hand and began jerking it off with hard, rapid strokes. With her left hand she caressed his bulging ball sack.

"These guys are full of heavy cream," she giggled. "I don't know if I'll be able to drink it all down. Maybe you should just jerk off in front of me this time."

That was unexpected. Never before had she offered to just sit and watch as he masturbated himself in front of her. It was something he welcomed with utter joy.

"I want you to sit there in that chair with your legs crossed so that I can shoot all my hot sperm all over them."

"You love my legs, don't you?" she said, sensually rubbing her hands up and down her miraculous limbs.

"I adore them. And your beautiful feet too."

"Then start sucking you mother fucker!"

Abigail dragged his naked body to the chair where she forced him to kneel down as she sat before him with her feet in his face. Without a word, Tom started kissing one foot and then the next, finally taking several toes in his mouth and lavishing them with dutiful obeisance. She sat back and watched contentedly as her husband licked, sucked and fondled her toes with his playful tongue, never once stopping until both feet were entirely cleaned to her satisfaction.

"I need to be fucked right now," she said rising from her chair.

Leading him to the bed, she had him lay down on the edge of it with his legs spread apart while she lifted her skirt exposing her astoundingly lovely derriere to his face. His prick was bobbing back and forth in wild anticipation of entering her.

"I'm going to lower my cunt onto your big fucking dick," she said, tossing her blonde mane to one side as she turned to face away from him. "You will fuck my cunt until I have had several orgasms. You will not ejaculate inside me. Is that understood you son of a bitch?"

"Yes, Abigail. I promise not to cum inside you."

"Good," she replied as her nether lips caressed the tip of his penis. "Because I want to see you shoot your hot seed all over my legs."

As she lowered herself onto his towering cock, she gasped aloud. He did too. It was an unbelievable feeling to see her round and tight ass rise up and down the length of his pulsating shaft. He knew that if he saw her lovely face, sexually stimulating in its lustful contortions, it would probably bring him over the edge. As it was, he was happy to have her pleasure herself in this way, as he felt he could hold off ejaculating for a much longer time.

Within a few minutes he felt her cunt lips tighten up around his cock and he knew she was having an orgasm. She cried aloud at the intense pleasure she was feeling as he continued to pump his penis in and out of her hot pussy with wild abandon. This went on for about a half hour until she had experienced more than seven separate and distinct orgasms. Tom was barely able to ride out the last one, as his balls were now sending out urgent signals to his brain that the sperm trapped within them must be relieved, and soon.

Abigail, sensing that her husband was now ready to cum, stood up and quickly sat down in the chair, crossing her long and luscious legs before him. The urge for him to shoot his hot cream was out of his control. No sooner had she sat down than he was on his feet before her stroking his meat for all he was worth.

"Look at you," she said enticing him, coaxing him. "You're like a fucking wild man. You can't get that sperm out fast enough can you, you bastard? You pervert!"

She thrust out her legs at him, inviting him to coat her limbs with his hot spunk.

"You drive me insane!" Tom said, his breath coming now in short gasps.

Abigail laughed heartily at this admission and lifted her feet under his scrotum to play with his overheated nuts.

"Spit it out!" she laughed. "I want to see every fucking spurt of your hot sticky spunk as it splashes all over my feet and legs, you fucking miserable mother fucker!"

His prick could take no more. Tom screamed aloud as the first volley of creamy goo shot out of his agitated prick, flying over his wife's head and splashing into the wall behind her.

"Ha!" she exclaimed, not even attempting to duck. "Nice shot!"

The second load was launched in the same fashion, but this time the ejaculate hit the picture to her right.

"You're not getting it on my legs!" she admonished him.

Forcing his cock downward, Tom let out a continuous barrage of hot semen all over his wife's outstretched limbs. Abigail watched in rapt fascination as her husband's penis discharged its pent up load in a series of volatile bursts, the white cream forming interesting geometrical shapes on her legs as if he were frosting a cake. Much of the sperm settled on the area just beneath her knees, but several shots managed to find their way onto her delicate feet, forming a pasty white patina between her long and well-shaped toes. After wringing the last drops of sperm from his now deflated penis, Tom fell back onto the bed, exhausted. 

It was later while they were getting ready to go to sleep that she reminded him that it had been two weeks since they had last had sex.

"I can't believe it's been that long," he said, kissing her goodnight.

"I'd say it was worth the wait," she replied, turning off the light.

"Well," he replied, "it certainly turned you into a foul-mouthed whore!"

"You're not upset with me for calling you all those terrible names are you?"

Tom chuckled. "No, darling, of course not. I like when you take command like that. It's very sexy."

"You know I don't really mean those things."

"I know darling. I know."

"Because I would never really treat you like that. Not you."

"Honey, it's okay. Go to sleep."

Tom leaned over to give his wife a kiss and held her in his arms until she fell asleep.

He had performed well. His wife and he were both happy. But he still could not get out of his mind why she had chosen to keep her clothes on. And he dare not ask her why. Had she somehow discovered his secret CFNM passion? He mulled this thought over and over in his mind until he joined his wife in blissful repose.

************

The e-mail Tom received the next morning from "Ladies First" made him shudder with excitement. He had waited until Abigail had left for work before he turned his computer on. When he saw the message he was thrilled.

The e-mail told him to report at 9:00 PM that evening to the private residence of a Ms. Hornsby, who lived about 30 miles north of Boston in a small town he knew had been the repository of the state's most wealthiest and powerful people for the past two hundred years. He was given driving directions and a few words of encouragement. He was also informed that all the waiters were to perform "in the nude". The message was signed "Esther". 

Tom knew that Abigail would be in Manhattan for several days on business, so there would be no questions about his comings and goings. For this he was grateful. All day long he imagined what the house would look like, how big it was, how many women would be there and what would be required of him beyond the obvious tasks any waiter would perform. His wife had called him around dinnertime to tell him that her drive to Manhattan had been very tiring and that she would be going to sleep early. She told him that she would call him again the following morning. Things were working out perfectly.

By the time Tom got onto Route 93 heading north out of Boston, he could feel his adrenalin pumping. All kinds of wild thoughts flitted around in his head—mostly of an impure nature. If his wife only knew! A whore she might be in the bedroom, but she was a perfect lady otherwise and not the most open-minded person when it came to taking sexual liberties. As the miles passed however, he thought less and less of what his wife might think and only about playing servant to the demands of a group of strange women. He pushed down on the gas pedal as he remembered the show he had put on last week in front of Esther and her associates. He wondered if she would be there tonight.

Even before he reached the front gate of the Hornsby mansion, his eyes opened wide to take in the sprawling vista before him. Never before had he come face to face with such an imposingly beautiful house. It rose before him like some otherworldly megalith; even in the dark its formidable structure bearing down upon him, making him feel squat and insignificant; reminding him by its very existence that he was only some poor schlep, incapable of ever reaching such exalted heights of power and majesty as exemplified by the occupants within.




The Secret CFNM Life of Tom Murphy



He gave his name to the attendant and was admitted inside the front gate. He was told to park in the rear of the butler's quarters and then to enter the mansion through the side entrance that led into the kitchen. The small parking area was almost full with cars as he pulled up into the lot, and he could hear the sounds of people laughing and talking loudly from inside the palatial house. The cars were mostly middle-of-the-road affairs, much like his own modest sedan. He knew that this tiny lot was only for the people who worked at the mansion and wondered where the greater parking area was located—where all the luxurious automobiles with their respective chauffeurs would wait patiently for their cherished cargo to return. Although it was dark, the area behind the house was quite well illuminated, and he imagined that the property probably extended for miles into the inky vastness beyond.

"Well, this is it!" he said to himself, as he rang the buzzer on the side door entrance.

A few moments later a handsome young man of about twenty opened the door and welcomed him in.

"You must be Tom," the boy said, shaking Tom's hand.

"Yes, I am," Tom replied, genially. "How did you know?"

"Everyone else is here already, so I just assumed..."

Tom's face grew dark. "I was told to report here at 9:00 PM. I'm fifteen minutes early."

The boy laughed. "Don't worry about it. The mistress...Ms. Hornsby I mean...she decided to move things up a bit in order to accommodate some celebrities' schedules. She was able to reach everyone by cell phone except you."

"I had it on all the time," Tom said somewhat defensively.

"Relax, Tom," the boy said patting him on the shoulder. It's not a problem. We're in the mountains here. Sometimes the signals get lost. Anyway, most of the guys are locals, so don't sweat it."

The boy, whose name was Jimmy, showed Tom around the kitchen and introduced him to the two dozen or so other men who would be serving the guests. All the guys still had their clothes on.

"I thought we were going to all be in the nude," Tom inquired.

"We are," Jimmy replied. We're just waiting for Ms. Hornsby to give us the word. She should be here shortly."

"Is Esther is here too?"

"Yes, but she prefers to be addressed as Ms. Wallace. We are the hired help after all." 

"How many celebrities are there?"

"Actually, quite a few. And some you probably won't recognize. But they're rich and powerful nonetheless. Come on, take a peek."

Jimmy led Tom to the doors leading out from the kitchen into the main dining hall. As he looked through the small pane of glass framed into the upper portion of the door, he saw a mass of people dressed in elegant attire, indulging in conversation with one another.

"That's senator Clinton right there," Jimmy said, pointing to the right. "And there's Ashley and Mary Kate Olsen to her left."

"Holy shit," Tom said under his breath. "That really is Hillary, isn't it?"

"Yup," Jimmy replied. "But those Olsen girls are really beautiful, aren't they?

"I had no idea," Tom said, his eyes transfixed on the sight. "But they're so tiny."

Jimmy agreed. "But there's a lot of talent in those little packages."

The young man pointed out several other famous people to an increasingly anxious Tom, who wondered how he was going to be able to walk around naked in front of this group of luminaries.

"I can't believe we have to parade around in our birthday suits in front of them," he said, turning to Jimmy. "Have you ever done this before?"

Jimmy laughed aloud. "Oh, that's right. They told me that this would be your first time. Yes, I have done this many times. It's really no big deal. After a while they don't even notice you."

"Really?" Tom asked. "Do you mean to say that those women out there have naked guys waiting on them all the time?"

"Many of them do, yes. The women are all part of some greater clandestine organization that I know very little about. All I know is that they throw frequent parties and the guys always serve them in the nude."

Tom looked around the room and spotted a woman he thought he knew. "That's a local politician," he remarked. "I know her. She serves on the same town council as my wife does. Her name is Cheryl Adams."

"That's right," Jimmy said. "You'll find people from all walks of life in this group." Suddenly his face brightened. "Look over there!" he said, pointing to the right. "That's Kelly Ripa and Gwen Stefani with a group of their friends. I really love Kelly. She's just so beautiful. And those legs on Gwen. Awesome man."

Kelly did indeed look ravishing, and Gwen's legs were the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. They seemed to go on forever. Tom could hardly believe the flow of celebrities that were now making their way toward him. Within minutes he had counted no less that over 100 Hollywood stars, all elegantly attired and without exception, beautiful.

The first to enter the dining hall after Kelly and Gwen had been absorbed into the crowd were Teri Hatcher, Drew Barrymore, Carla Bruni, and Kirsten Dunst, all of them looking like they had just walked down the red carpet. This group was followed by an astonishingly lovely Patricia Heaton, a classically gorgeous Brooke Shields, a rapturously beautiful Diane Lane, and Connie Nielsen, with her stunning patrician good looks.

Tom looked on with wonder at the amount of female loveliness before him. He knew that despite his anxiety of appearing nude before these women, his lust would provide him with all the impetus he would need to perform his job well. Even now he felt his cock within his pants start to grow.

"We better get ready," Jimmy advised the enervated Tom. "Ms. Hornsby is right there."

With a nod of his head the young man indicated that the mistress of the mansion was indeed coming their way. Tom caught a brief glimpse of her before walking quickly away from the door. She was tall and imposing, but like all the rest of the women in attendance, quite lovely.

The kitchen door swung open and Tom retreated back a few steps. Ms. Hornsby halted a few feet in front of him and looked him over, then let her gaze rest on Jimmy.

"I want this to go by the book," she told the boy as she adjusted the clasp that held her long auburn hair to one side. "You're in charge of these guys. Make certain they do as they are told. If there are any questions you can defer to me."

"Yes, mistress," the young boy replied refusing to meet her gaze.

"Ms. Wallace told me that you have participated in these affairs many times before, so I expect a high level of professionalism from you and all. Two things: no fawning over the guests and, if required, you will perform for them. Understood?

"Yes, mistress."

Tom looked confused. "Pardon me, Ms. Hornsby," he began. "Perform?"

The mistress gave Tom a rather unconcerned look and turned to Jimmy.

"Educate him. Fast."

And with that she walked over to the chef and his crew to give them further instructions.

"Okay guys," Jimmy said. "Let's get these clothes off and get out there. Just remember to keep your bow ties and your shoes and socks on. You can all change in there."

He pointed to a small room just off the kitchen that was filled with folding chairs. As Tom and the other men entered the room and began to undress, he turned to Jimmy.

"The mistress is not too friendly."

"She's always like that—at least toward men. Wait until she gets drunk. She'll be plenty friendly then."

"What did she mean, 'perform'?"

Jimmy smiled. "Sometimes when the women get really drunk and randy, they like to see the guys masturbate for them. It's not done all the time, but let me tell you, it can get pretty wild when it does."

"It's happened to you?"

"Several times. I mean, come on man. Look at those women. They're all fucking gorgeous right? If they want to watch you jerk off, you do it. No questions asked."

"Have you ever had sex with any of them?"

"No. They never go that far. But they will let you eat them out. And some will jerk you off into their faces. But no fucking from what I've seen."

Tom shook his head numbly as he removed his underwear. He was semi-erect.

"Sorry about that," he said to Jimmy in an apologetic tone. "These women are getting to me already."

"It's okay," Jimmy chuckled. "Look around you. A lot of guys are sporting wood too. The women like it. Just don't touch them unless they want you to, otherwise you'll get yourself fired. The mistress doesn't take any shit from anybody—especially guys."

"No problem. I just want to make people happy, that's all."

"Then you just might end up being the star of this fucking show!" Jimmy said grinning broadly.

Tom laughed and put aside his underwear to put his bow tie on.

"It's show time fellas!" Jimmy shouted. "Man your battle stations!"

Tom was one of several waiters in charge of serving drinks to the guests. Each waiter was assigned a certain quadrant of the main dining hall and they were to provide services only to that particular area. With his silver tray loaded with glasses of champagne, he and his counterparts formed a single line that extended from the kitchen door to the end of the galley. On Jimmy's orders, the men began to file out into the main hall, one after the other, seeking their targeted guests.

It was a completely exhilarating feeling that Tom felt as he felt the collective eyes of the female guests turn their attention to him and the other naked men while they sauntered up to the women with their trays full of champagne. He had never been so close to such illustrious people before and he tried very hard to keep his penis from becoming erect even as he found himself in the midst of such beautiful women.

As he began serving out the champagne, he noticed that many women were openly staring at his cock and making comments. At first he thought these comments might be of a derogatory nature, but as he listened more intently he discovered that his penis was being appraised favorably.

"Nice package on that guy," he overheard Teri Hatcher say to some unknown blonde girl standing beside her.

The girl nodded in agreement and then turned away as if it were something she had often seen before.

To his right, Tom saw Jimmy serving champagne to the Olsen sisters. Jimmy's cock was standing at full attention and the twins giggled loudly as they watched his rather large prick bounce up and down in front of them. At one point he saw Mary Kate reach out her hand and give his cock several tugs. Ashley couldn't stop laughing.

"Ah, there you are!"

Tom looked behind him to find Esther Wallace appreciating his muscular round buttocks.

"Nice ass," she said grinning. "I meant to tell you that the other day but I got sidetracked. How are things going here?"

"Quite well, Ms. Wallace," he replied, offering her a glass of champagne.

She accepted the drink and let her eyes survey the room.

Tom was careful not to address her as "Esther," remembering what Jimmy had told him earlier.

"We have more stars in this room than in the whole Milky Way," she said to no one in particular. "I didn't think they'd all show up."

Esther took one more look around and downed the entire contents of the glass.

"Don't let anyone fool you Thomas," she said handing the glass back to him. "We might appear civilized, but underneath we're all just a bunch of fucking sluts!"

She walked away and into a group of middle-aged women who were admiring the genitals of one of the younger waiters. "I just love young cock!" she shouted to the women as she slapped the boy hard on his ass.

The boy's cock rocked to and fro under the impact of her assault and he retreated behind a stout older woman to avoid another confrontation.

Esther was clearly drunk, and it surprised Tom that she would allow herself to compromise herself in this way, considering the professional demeanor she had displayed during his interview the previous week. He continued to make his rounds until all the drinks had been dispensed and then returned to the kitchen to fulfill some orders.

Ms. Hornsby was walking toward him from the opposite direction when she stopped and grabbed him by the arm. "Just watch where you point that thing!" she said staring at his crotch.

He hadn't even realized it but his penis was almost fully erect. And it wasn't just him. Many of the waiters had grown erections simply from being in the company of so many gorgeous women. The entire room was reeking of feminine scent and he felt as if he were overdosing on pheromones.

"Yes, Ms. Hornsby," he said respectfully, admiring her hard, sumptuous ass as she moved past him into the crowd.

With another tray of alcoholic refreshment on his plate, Tom returned to the group of women he had served earlier and handed them their drinks. This time, Ashley and Mary Kate were there, and both girls smiled as they took in his fully erect penis.

"We're glad to see you too!" Mary Kate said, looking down at his cock and laughing.

Tom thought both girls were quite beautiful, but he was enamored of the more demure of the two—Ashley—and he went so far as to make eye-to-eye contact with the lovely twin.

"You have a really nice body," she said to him.

"Thank you, Ms. Olsen," he replied smiling. "Is there anything more I can do for you?"

"Maybe later," she replied coyly.

He wondered what she meant by that, but she just curled her sexy lips into a faint smile and resumed a conversation she was having with another woman.

Suddenly, from across the room, he heard sounds of a commotion. Everyone turned to look in the direction from which the noise was coming. It seemed that one of the women attending the party had found out that her co-worker, a guy by the name of Richard, but whom she insisted on calling "Dick," was one of the waiters serving her group. He politely informed her and the bunch of women in her immediate circle, that he did not like the name "Dick" and preferred to be called "Richard". Of course she would have none of that and continued to call him "Dick". His continual protests only aggravated matters until all the women began addressing him as "Dick." The laughter began coming in steady and unrelenting waves.

"Dick is a great name," Carla Bruni told him. "After all you have a huge one. It makes sense!"

"You wouldn't want to call that big thing 'Richard' would you?" Drew asked him. "A big penis deserves to be called 'Dick'. It's much more suitable."

"But I don't like it," he protested. "My name is Richard."

Hillary put her arm around his shoulder and took in the area around his crotch. "No, your name is 'Dick'. Your name is 'Dick' because you have a really fucking big dick, 'Dick'!"

It was true. Richard had an enormous appendage. It guessed it to be at least a foot long or more. And his balls were equally big and distended.

"My name is Richard, Ms. Clinton," he shouted over their laughter. "Richard! Do you hear?"

Upon seeing this lowly waiter attempt to assert his authority over her, Hillary and the other women let out a long jeer. He cowered, suddenly realizing that he was naked and surrounded by a group of very formidable women.

"I say your name is 'Dick,'" said Hillary, grabbing at his protruding cock.

The horrified waiter dropped his tray. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to jerk you off in front of all these women right now," she said laughing in his face.

"Oh, my God!" Richard exclaimed. "No, you can't!"

"Yes, I can," she said fisting his big pole with relish. "I want to see everything you have stored up in those huge fucking balls of yours. And so does everyone else!"

The entire room was in an uproar. It was something out of a wet dream.

"I want you to say your name for everyone to hear," Hillary demanded of the young man. "Go ahead. My name is..."

"Richard," he replied, moaning as she stroked his stiff meat with great fervor.

"No!" she yelled, slapping his ball sac.

Richard cried out in pain and reached for his cock.

"I'll give you another chance," Hillary said to him. "If you insist on disobeying me, I'll crush you nuts to dust! Do you understand?"

Richard was helpless to do anything but submit to her will. He knew that he could not fight off a roomful of women, even if he did manage to escape the crazed politician's clutches.

"Now," she resumed, as she once again took his huge prick in her hands and began to sensually jerk him off. "What is your name?"

"Ah, it's a...a..."

"Tell me you little son of a bitch!"

She continued stroking him up and down, up and down, seeing the telltale sign of pre-cum forming on the tip of his penis.

"Say it," she insisted. "Say it!"

"Oh, God," he cried out as her hands moved up and down his shaft with increasing speed.

"Say it or I'll..."

Her hands were now a blur on his expanding cock. The women all watched on in gleeful anticipation as he was driven to the point of orgasm.

"I love watching guys cum," Mary Kate laughed.

Ashley said nothing. But I saw her run her tongue over her lips, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. 

"Your name is...?" Hillary roared.

"Dick!" he screamed, as the first spurt of hot white cream shot out of his tortured prick.

Upon hearing him say this, Hillary put all her force into the handjob, demanding every last ounce of sperm from him. 'Dick' did not disappoint.

As Hillary pulled upward on his shaft, an enormous volley of thick, white love juice sailed out into the crowd of astonished onlookers. I watched in amusement as the pasty offering flew high up into the air, cascading in huge downward bursts of pearly nectar that soared over the heads of Teri, the Olsen girls, and even Drew, who was standing a good fifteen feet away. The stringy ejaculate finally found its way onto the dress of Esther Wallace, who recoiled at the sight of it.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she screamed aloud, dropping her drink. "You're at it again aren't you Hillary?"

Hillary was too busy to pay Esther any attention as the next round of explosive climaxes overtook her victim.

I counted at least twelve separate and distinct ejaculations, most of which shot out a great distances, raining down upon heads, torsos, and other inanimate objects. The floor in front of Richard was coated with semen, some even splashing onto Hillary herself as she assiduously continued to masturbate him until she was satisfied that he had been completely drained of his sperm. It was the most intense and sexually stimulating handjob I had ever seen a woman give a man. By the time the last dying spurt of cum had been ejected, Dick had to sit down to recuperate.

Wiping the sperm from her hands and bowing to a tremendous round of applause, Hillary turned to Richard and asked: "What is your name?"

A weary Richard lifted his head and, sadly admitting his defeat, replied: "Dick".

The crowd gave Hillary another round of applause.

"She gave a really great handjob," Mary Kate said to her sister. "How could her husband even think of cheating on her with talent like that?"

"I know," Ashley agreed. "Did you see the load he shot out? I had to dodge it several times or I would have gotten soaked!"

"Me too," Mary Kate said, looking at the sperm-covered floor not more than a few feet from where she stood.

"I can't wait until we get them all to shoot off at the same time," Ashley said, giving Tom a quick glance.

"We're going to need our umbrellas if they're anything like Mr. Dick here," Mary Kate replied with a grin.

Tom's cock was throbbing over what he had just seen. And the Olsen girls' remarks only served to excite him even more. He excused himself and made for the bathroom. There was nothing to do but to relieve the tension in his balls. He passed through the kitchen and into an outer hall that led to the servant's quarters. There he found the bathroom, but it was already occupied.