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Too Shy

By: JukeboxEMCSA



The young man has a casual grace to his motion as he walks through the food court, an idle affability that tells Mei he doesn't realize just how hot he looks. He probably just threw on whatever clothes he could find, headed out to the mall, and didn't give a second glance to his appearance...but the effect of relaxed, easy charm is one other guys would spend hours trying to duplicate. He radiates charisma in a way that has Mei following him with her eyes all the way from the Baja Grill down to his table.

"Did you see what I saw?" Rebekah says. Mei looks across the table at her. Her friend's eyes are practically popping out of their sockets, and a deep flush suffuses her cheeks. She's twirling a strand of her auburn hair absently around her finger as though she's already had ninety percent of the hot daydream Mei is still half-way through.

"I saw." One advantage of her Chinese heritage, Mei's blush doesn't stand out quite so much against her skin. Still, she feels like she's practically wearing a neon sign that said, 'I'd Like To Fuck That'. "And he's sitting by himself, too. Makes me wish..."

Rebekah gives her a secretive little look. "Go on."

Mei looks down at the table. "You know."

"Oh, I know," Rebekah says. "But I want to hear it from you."

Mei squirms just a little in her chair. "Maybe you should go talk to him," she says. She doesn't really want that, but part of the fun now is drawing it out, letting Rebekah tease her a little.

"Oh, but you're so much better at getting the boys than I am." Nobody listening to the two of them right now would believe that. Rebekah is openly flirting with Mei, now, her large breasts thrusting out just a little, her eyes half-lidded in a seductive stare, while Mei can barely even meet her gaze.

"I..." She almost says it, there. But they're in a public place, and even though their voices are drowned out in the babble of conversation, she still feels watched. It's harder, admitting it out in the open like this, in the middle of the day with soccer moms and college students walking around.

"Better hurry," Rebekah says, her eyes still on the boy as he eats his burrito. "Some other girl might get to him first, at this rate. Or he'll walk away, and you'll never get your chance."

Mei's stomach lurches at the thought. She leans forward, close enough that she can say it quietly. She wishes Rebekah wouldn't make her say it, but she knows that her friend is just trying to help. It's a game, but it's also therapy. She might not be able to admit it to the young man yet, not without help, but she can admit it to her best friend. "It makes me wish I was a slut."

Rebekah sighs happily, and leans across the table as well. She puts her lips to her friend's ear and whispers, "Pussymind time."

*****

Rebekah knocked on the bedroom door. "Mei, are you awake?"

She heard the sound of bedclothes rustling, and after a moment, a sleepy voice said, "Yes. What is it?"

"We need to talk. Can I come in?"

"Sure." Rebekah opened the door as Mei switched on the light by her bed. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her body still under the covers.

Rebekah sat down on the edge of the bed, adjusting her robe slightly to cover her thighs. "I just wanted to apologize. I know that Mark and I were kind of loud a little bit ago, and I feel really, really bad about it."

"Loud?" Mei said, her voice a little too light. "Honestly, I hadn't even noticed. I was asleep."

"You mean it? You didn't hear us at all?"

"Nope," Mei said, "I was out like a light until you knocked."

"Then in that case," Rebekah said, "we really need to do something about your sleepwalking problem." Mei didn't say a word. She just sort of froze in place like a deer in the headlights. "I saw you."

It took Mei a little bit to find her voice. "OK," she said sheepishly, "I walked in on you. But really, you should have at least dragged him into the bedroom, Rebekah! I totally didn't mean to intrude, but--"

"But you stood there for forty-five minutes while we fucked like rabbits in there." Rebekah could still feel the warm, squishy sensations between her thighs. "If it's any consolation, I was planning to drag him into the bedroom, but when he got his fingers into my panties, well...I just melted. He's got this little callus on his thumb where he holds the tennis racket, and when it rubbed against my clit, ohhhh..."

Mei drew up the covers a little tighter. "Could we not talk about this?"

Rebekah tried to look indignant, but couldn't suppress a grin. "Oh, so you're embarrassed to talk about him finger-fucking me, but you can stand in the dark and watch us do it?"

"I..." Mei let out a defeated sigh. "Did Mark see?"

"No. He was at the wrong angle, and besides, for a lot of the time he couldn't see anything except my pussy." Her expression softened, became one of concern. "Is that what this is about? Was it because it was Mark? I mean, I saw you looking at him the other day, but every girl looks at Mark like that, and a lot of the guys. I swear, Mei, if I'd have thought for a second you had a serious interest in him, I'd never have--"

"It's not that," Mei said. "If it hadn't been you, it would have been some other girl. I could never work up the nerve to say anything to him, Rebekah. I'm too shy."

"Well, now that I know, the next time he comes over I'll make sure to invite you to join us. I can't see him saying no to a threesome."

Mei ducked her head under the covers. "I can't see me saying yes!" she said, her voice ever so slightly muffled by the sheets. "It's not easy for me like it is for you, Rebekah! I..." Her voice tightened for a moment with a combination of nervousness and desire. "I want to, to do...the things you do."

"Fuck, you mean?"

There was a brief pause. "God, yes! But I just...I can't bring myself to admit it."

"You're admitting it to me now, that's a start."

"I'm hiding under the covers while I say it. I don't think I'll get many dates that way."

Rebekah sighed and yanked the covers off. "Come on," she said to the suddenly very exposed, very naked Chinese girl. "I think I know a way to help you with your little shyness problem."

Mei started to cover up, but a glare from Rebekah stopped her. "OK," she said, standing up. She looked back at the bed at the same time Rebekah did, and her eyes widened. With a yelp, she snatched the vibrator off the bed and hid it under the pillow.

*****

The second Mei hears the words, her eyes flutter for a moment and her expression becomes hazy. Then she blinks once, twice, and looks over at the boy in the food court. "Wow," she says. "Just...wow."

Rebekah stands up. "What are you waiting for?" she asks.

"Not a thing." Mei walks over to the young man's table, arriving just as he finishes eating. She sits down in the empty seat across from him. "Hi," she says. "I'm Mei." She leans in, just a little. She doesn't have much in the way of breasts, certainly not compared to Rebekah, but when she's like this, she feels like flaunting what she does have. "My friend over there, the one standing up right now, is Rebekah." She glances at his hands. No ring. Good. "We've got a van out in the parking lot right now, and we were wondering if you'd like to come out there and hang out with us for a while." She reaches under the table and puts a hand on his knee.

The expression on his face is magic. She doesn't even need to look to know he has a hard-on. Even for a guy this smoking hot, getting propositioned by two college girls probably doesn't happen every day. He just nods and stands up, holding his drink in front of his crotch to avoid any awkward stares.

Mei puts her arm around his waist and walks with him out into the parking lot, Rebekah constantly staying about twenty feet ahead of them. Rebekah always stays a bit ahead of Mei and the boy. She claims it's to avoid drawing attention to them, but Mei suspects that she really just likes showing off the way her ass shimmies as she walks. Mei doesn't mind. It is a very nice ass. Certainly the boy seems to like it. "What's your name?" she asks as they head down the rows of cars.

"George," he responds after a moment. He's probably distracted by Mei's hand in his pocket. His cock isn't quite as impressive as the rest of his physique, but it's certainly long enough to satisfy, and Mei plans to make sure it gets quite a workout.

"Nice to meet you, George," she says as they get to the van. Rebekah slides open the door, revealing a mattress where the seats had once been. It's a good trade. The mattress gets more use than the seats ever did. She damn near pulls George into the van as Rebekah gets in, then slides the door shut behind her.

Once inside, Mei pulls off George's clothes while Rebekah undresses her, but George is too distracted by the feel of her hands on his body to do anything about Rebekah's clothes. Which just means that after undressing George, Mei has to undress Rebekah, too, but that's anything but a chore. It is time-consuming, though. As every body part is revealed, it just looks so tempting that Mei has to touch it...or lick it...or nibble it. She almost feels sorry for George, but the sensation of his hands between her legs tells her that he's finding ways to occupy his time.

Then she and George get to know each other better for a moment while Rebekah goes into the glove compartment for some condoms. She's just running her fingers over his cock, getting used to the gorgeous, sexy way he inhales sharply when she strokes a fingernail along the shaft, when Rebekah slides in on the other side of him. Mei circles her fingers around his cock near the base and begins to nibble lightly at his nipples as Rebekah unrolls the condom onto him.

Then Rebekah straddles his crotch and guides his cock into her cunt in a smooth, easy motion, rocking up and down on his body as he moans and gasps in time with her rhythm. Mei sits up next to George's head, and asks, "Ever lick pussy before, George?"

George has a hard time focusing on the question. Mei has to repeat it twice before he manages to get out, "T...twice..."

"Three times," Mei says, turning around so that she faces Rebekah and straddling George's head. She feels George's tongue begin to lick at her in long, lapping strokes that send little bolts of lightning from her clit straight to her brain. He isn't the best she's ever had, but at times like this, just the excitement of the situation does most of the work, and Mei feels her orgasm start to build. She reaches out and tweaks Rebekah's nipples, watching those pillowy breasts bounce in time to the movement of her body.

She's been playing with Rebekah long enough by now to know when the other girl cums, listening for that long, panting exhalation that signals orgasm. It doesn't take long, which is good, because George shoots his load into the condom after only about five minutes of sustained fucking. That's the only problem with threesomes. Just the excitement of the situation does most of the work.

But as she and Rebekah embrace, Mei knows that they have a way to pass the time until George is hard again.

*****

"Just watch the crystal," Rebekah said, giving it another tap that sent it spinning again. "Picture yourself inside it, picture the glittering lights surrounding you, all around you as you listen to the sound of my voice and relax even deeper."

Mei took a long, deep breath, and felt her muscles loosen as she sat on the couch facing her friend. She hadn't even known Rebekah knew hypnosis, but the other girl had just giggled when she'd mentioned that.

"It makes a great ice-breaker at parties," Rebekah had said, "and there are quite a few guys who get verrrrry interested when they hear about it."

Now Mei was sitting, relaxed and comfortable as she watched the crystal spin. It almost felt like she didn't have to really listen to Rebekah talking, like the words just sort of went into her head without needing to think about them. Her actual brain, the part of her that did all the thinking, was just looking at the crystal and paying total attention to the pretty way that it spun and flashed and glittered before her eyes, and she could listen and speak without needing to worry about what was being said. 

Mei leaned back against the couch, feeling the soft, comfortable cushions supporting her head and neck, and found herself wondering exactly why it was that she was so shy about sex. Part of her recognized that she was being prompted to think about it, but her conscious mind just let the questions slip away, into her unconscious mind. Her unconscious mind could answer them. "It's naughty," she said absently. "Sex is naughty and I mustn't." She recognized the tones of her parents in her speech, not memories of things they actually said, but the beliefs they held and conveyed to her.

"I have to fight those urges, keep them held in tight and never give in to them." Mei hated herself for thinking that, she'd been away from home long enough to know that repressing her sex drive wasn't doing anything healthy for her at all, psychologically or spiritually. But as much as her conscious mind knew that, her unconscious mind was the one that had a hold of her tongue when she went up to a boy she liked, or even a girl.

She liked girls? "Yes, I think I'm bisexual. But that's even more naughty. I'm a bad girl for wanting that, I'm a bad girl for watching you. I'm a..." Even through the hypnosis, it was hard to say. But Mei couldn't stop herself now. "I'm a bad girl for wanting you. But I couldn't stop myself. I..."

She couldn't stop herself. Mei thought about that for a moment. Or rather, Mei was directed to think about that for a moment, but she couldn't really tell the difference right now. Why couldn't she stop herself, she wondered? "Because I was so horny. My pussy was so wet, it was so hot watching you and Mark, that I just had to keep looking." Her pussy just took over her brain, she thought. "Yes, my pussy just took over my brain."

Her pussy was wet right now, wasn't it? "Yes. My pussy is wet right now." She focused on that sensation, the building arousal in her cunt. She imagined it seeping up, smoothing out her mind and making her so hot that she'd have to give in to those urges, have to do what her pussy told her to. It wouldn't be her fault that she was being so wanton, so needy, so slutty. She wasn't in control of her mind. Her pussy was in control of her mind, so she could do all the things she'd been wanting, deep down, for so long.

Her friend would watch her, help her, keep her safe. She wouldn't need to worry about bad things happening when her pussy took over her mind. Her friend would say to her, 'pussymind time', and that would be Mei's cue to understand that her pussy was going to do all the thinking for a while. So she could have the sex she so desperately, secrely wanted and she wouldn't have to feel so bad, so naughty. Mei sighed deeply, feeling a surge of joy run through her body. She couldn't wait for Rebekah to wake her up now. She wanted to try it, right there on the couch.

"...and wake." Mei blinked a few times. "Well, that was productive. You're a very good subject, Mei. Most people don't go that deep that fast."

"I think..." Mei thought back to the warm, dreamy trance she'd just experienced. "I think it helped that I really wanted what you were telling me. It was like...like you were just giving me an excuse to do what I wanted to do anyway." She scratched her head. "Does that make any sense?"

"Only one way to find out," Rebekah said, leaning back. "Pussymind time."

Mei lunged forward, pushing Rebekah onto her back. "Oh, FUCK, have I wanted to do this for months," she growled, pressing her face into Rebekah's tits. The robe didn't provide much of an obstacle, and it felt like only seconds before she felt her pussy pressed tightly up against Rebekah's thigh, and felt the other girl's warmth against her own body. "I have..." she said, unable to get the words all out at once in between bouts of furious tit-worship, "wanted to fuck you..." she felt the pleasure building as she ground her hips against Rebekah's, "for months..."

Rebekah was grinding back now, and it felt so good. "Oh, God," Mei moaned as she felt the warmth of the other girl's body against her own, "Every time you brought a boy home..." Mei wanted to kiss her, and so before she could even finish the sentence, she brought her mouth up to Rebekah's. "I wished it was me..." Just a moment ago, she'd never have had the nerve to kiss another girl, but the blazing heat in her pussy was more important than her inhibitions, more important than her fears, more important than anything. "With him..." Her body told her what it wanted her to do, and she had to do it until she was sated. She gave Rebekah a long, slow, wet kiss, even as her hands moved over breasts slick with saliva. "Or with you..."

There were so many things she wanted to do to Rebekah, so many places she wanted to kiss and touch and lick and rub and grind. "Or with both of you...." She rubbed her own small breasts against Rebekah's larger ones, feeling their nipples flick against each other, the contact practically making Mei swoon. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." It was getting harder to talk. The feel of their bodies, pressed together so tightly they almost felt merged, was too intense to describe with words. Mei had a new language she was trying out tonight, a language of touch and taste and feel, and it was saying things words never could.

Rebekah's tongue was in her mouth now, and she could feel Rebekah moaning all through her lips and right down her throat. She wanted to try to explain just a little more about how good her friend was making her feel, how wonderful it was and how grateful Mei was to be opened up and freed like this, but right now, it just felt so good to grind, and right now, it just felt so hot to keep rubbing, and right now, Mei just wanted to keep kissing her, and right now, she was...was...

Mei let out a squeal as she felt her first lesbian orgasm hit. All it made her do was want to change positions. She had to keep fucking. Her body was telling her it wasn't sated yet.

*****

Mei lies back on the mattress, her legs still a bit too unsteady to begin the long process of getting dressed. Rebekah lies beside her. George had walked off a few minutes ago, apologizing for having to leave. "I think he enjoyed himself," Rebekah says.

"He was certainly walking funny," Mei replies. She looks over into her friend's eyes. "Thank you," she says. "I know I'd never have been able to do that on my own. It's just good to know I have someone like you, someone who isn't going to let me get hurt. Someone I can trust."

"Pussymind time," Rebekah says, and watches Mei's eyes glaze over again. She sighs happily as Mei kisses her way down Rebekah's body, slowly moving down towards Rebekah's still-horny pussy. She certainly isn't going to let her best friend get hurt, she thinks as Mei laps at her clit. Then again, this isn't hurting anyone.

THE END

Too Shy All Over Again



I'm one of those people that is afraid of life, afraid of other people. Shy as a kid, painfully shy. No girlfriends until mid-20's, then married my first one.

Thirty years later, after endless work on myself, endless therapy, workshops, challenges and successes, children, a divorce, and a passionate love affair that ended with her leaving, I finally felt normal. I was over my shyness. I could talk to a woman, make a date with one.

Then, prostate cancer. Surgery. Nerve-sparing, what a bunch of bullshit! It even makes your penis shorter, did you know that? They cut out the prostate, and then pull the urethra inwards to sew it together, cutting off an inch and a half from what was already too short.

And the nerves, they've never recovered.

I thought the loss of ejaculation would be a good thing. No more mess. Fucking wrong. God, ejaculation is SO erotic! I miss it so!

Three separate male responses to sex: erection, ejaculation, orgasm. They are independent. You can have any one without the others. And me? Thank god I can still have an orgasm. But I can't say I cum, can I? There's no cum.

An amputee can still feel his non-existent arm. I can still feel my cock, telling me it is hard. But then I feel it, and no, it's soft, small.

Viagra and a lot of stimulation can give me a 20% erection. Hey, you'd be surprised what you can do with that, when it's all you have.

Bimix, it works better. Papaverine and phenolanine. Injected directly into the cock with a hypodermic. Really, it doesn't hurt much, and a full cc gives me 50% erection for 20 minutes. It's great! Very inconvenient. But when she tied me up and injected me and fucked me, hey, that was pretty hot!

Do you know what this does to a guy? It tears him apart. No longer a man. We feel we are no longer a man. Very much so. I'm not macho, thank god. I'm a sensitive, educated, nice guy. If I were macho, I'd probably have committed suicide by now.

I don't feel the male energy that used to drive me in my daily life, the energy that spurs strong and healthy interactions with others. Forget sex, man. This affects everything. There are millions of guys out there who are missing their maleness. Don't give me any of that psychological bullshit, either. You try it, you'll know.

And the women, sure, they claim size isn't important. But when there is no size at all, the truth comes out. I just read a profile, a woman said "hubby is impotent, and I just want some real sex". Fuck. Yep.

Two positives. The orgasms, they last longer. Not as strong, not the intense male BANG. A female orgasm. Long, undulating. Really, really nice, and sometimes they can be super-powerful!

And oral sex. Funny how necessity can change one's attitude. Completely. Never liked oral. Either way. Now, I love it. Can't get enough of eating a woman. I come best with oral stimulation.

But I don't feel like a man. I don't fucking feel like a man. How do you date, in this condition. I have a new date, tomorrow. When do I tell her? What will she say? How will she try to worm her way out of THAT situation?

Sex drive is so much lower now. Is it the lack of erections? Or is it just aging? I now know that erections FED my sex drive. And I hunger for that food once again.

Still, I do get horny.

And strangely, necessity seems to be changing my attitude once again. I never had any interest in men or cocks. Except my own. But now? Fantasies almost every night.

Touching a cock. Just touching one. I crave that experience. But I'm too shy. The shyness has returned. I learned how to be with a woman. I know nothing about how to approach a man.

I don't want to love him. I don't want to kiss him. I want to smell his cock. Touch my lips to it, explore it with my lips. Taste it. Feel his balls, while I kneel nude in front of him. Take him into my mouth. Suck him off, hear him cry out as I taste him exploding into my mouth.

But how? I'm picky about my women. I'm picky about men. I don't like most of them. Too dangerous for me. How do I find another shy guy like me?

I keep remembering that once-in-a-lifetime orgasm. Before she left me, when she fucked me in the ass with a dildo, wearing a harness. Jesus mother-fucking christ. I literally collapsed on the bed, exhausted, after that orgasm.

What would it be like to have a real cock in me? Fucking me in the ass? I crave it. I crave that experience.

Dating sites are full of men looking for men. I won't touch them. Too much disease. Too many experienced men. I desire a partner like myself, a bi-curious mature man, a newbie, inexperienced, shy, maybe one that still gets erections. Or maybe not. What would that be like? I wonder. Sucking a soft cock.

Life goes on.



Too Sick to Work



It's been a horrible night... you were tossing and turning all night long... you know you are coming down with something and you decide you had better stay home today.

You call out and ask me to bring you some water hearing you I make the trip to the kitchen filling up your favorite glass for you... the tall one covered in puppy dogs, kittens and flowers... you are SUCH a girl!

I walk into the bedroom and set your glass down next to the bed and realize just how beautiful you are. I peel back the covers... slowly... gazing at your body... with a severe hunger in my eyes. I hear your protest but I ignore them.

I strip off my jeans and shirt so you could see how hard I am and I climb up between your legs. Yes, I know you're not feeling well but that will not stop me.

I push your legs apart and without wasting any time I bury my face between your legs with every intent of devouring you completely!

I gently run my tongue from the bottom of your crack all the way up to your clit... stopping to slowly suck on it very gently... and just when I started to get your attention I pull off your clit and lick my way back down stopping at your entrance and running my tongue around until I pressed my mouth forcefully against you and started ramming my tongue in and out... in and out... just for a few seconds... long enough to get you to moan and then I lick further south gently licking around your most intimate area before I started my tongue running back up your slit.

Slowly I pass your entrance heading back to your clit where I would suck the now protruding nub into my mouth and flick my tongue across it in a way that would have you screaming out with your back arched and just as you neared orgasm I would stop my sucking and slowly move back down to your entrance and run my tongue around you until you were panting... until your hips were gyrating and you were trying to get me inside of you.

Then I proceed south and again lick around your most private of areas... this time inserting my tongue just ever so slightly... before you could protest I would be moving back up to pay more attention to your entrance.

I can tell by your breathing just how much you want to cum... but I won't let you yet... no, I am going to continue teasing you... tormenting you... so you again feel my face pressed against you and my tongue fucking your pussy and just when you think you cant stand it any more I move further north... back to your clit...

Oh that wonderful clit... how I love flicking it with my tongue... but this time instead of the hungry pressure you have come to expect I use my fingers to expose you and begin to very gently flick the very tip of my tongue back and forth across the very tip of your clit... starting slowly and picking up speed but not pressure... 

As you try to grab my head to keep me in place and your back arches up and you can just start to feel that orgasm boiling to the surface I again back off and move down to your entrance where I will lick you quickly... making you want something... anything... to be put inside you.

And in a shocking move I will very rapidly move my mouth back up over your clit and suck it into my mouth where I can ravish it and that's what I will do is suck on your clit and flick my tongue across it bringing your right back up to the edge and then just as quickly I will be back down teasing your entrance... before you can catch your breath enough to protest I will again suck your clit hard into my mouth and flick my tongue across it just until you start to scream out and I will return to your entrance... I will do this back and forth always bringing you to the brink until you cry out begging me for sweet release...

Finally I will start moving off your entrance in a slow but determined motion back up to your clit and just before reaching your clit I will insert two fingers into you... the shock of the sudden entrance will make your eyes fly open and I will curve my fingers upwards finding your g-spot... as your back arches and your arms stretch out towards the headboard looking for something, anything to hold on to I will latch down on your clit and suck it hard into my mouth and begin sucking in and out so that it just barely rubs against my teeth... not in a painful way but in a way that provide that perfect amount of touch and friction.

With my fingers massaging your g-spot and my mouth working your clit I will hang on to you until you ride through the crest of the largest orgasm you have ever experienced and just when your orgasm starts to subside I will release your clit from my mouth to allow you to regain your breath... its funny how you stop breathing on these huge orgasms... just as you start to relax I apply more pressure to your g-spot and begin flicking my tongue back and forth across your clit in a feather like way until you are again screaming and as you just start to cum I clamp down on your clit and suck it hard into my mouth where I will again suck it back and forth across my teeth... some how I have taken your normal "after-shocks" and turned it into another full blown orgasm... and I will stay with your writhing body all the way through to the end... until you cant take anymore and you are begging me to stop as you thrash around.

Once I pull my fingers out of you and set up on my knees I will look into your glazed eyes as you are trying to figure out what just happened and why the room is spinning and I will lift your legs up over my shoulders and plunge into you... filling you with my hardness... and I am VERY hard with desire. 

I begin to pound my cock in and out of you... watching your eyes try to figure out how I have again pushed you into another orgasm and as you scream out I push your knees back up next to your head and take your pussy like it was meant to be taken... I own it... and I pound into you until my passion over takes me and I feel that sweet release bubbling up from deep inside me... I tell you I am going to cum and hearing those words pushes you into your next orgasm... you can feel my cock swelling inside you and as I start my first squirt I tell you that you are getting my cum and you can feel each pulse of my cock and each squirt of cum through your own contractions... 

At the end I release your legs and let you put them down and I stay up on my hands for awhile just looking into your eyes... enjoying your beauty... as my cock softens I allow it to slip out of you where I then roll you over onto your side and curl up behind you. I pull the covers up over us and wrap my arms around you pulling you closer and holding you tight as you drift off to sleep.

Some time while you are sleeping I slowly and quietly slip out, careful not to disturb you leaving you to sleep until your body is rejuvenated.

As you awake you look for me and not finding me you wonder if it was a dream... running one hand down between your legs you realize it was not a dream... you smile and doze back off wondering what else the day will bring.

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The author lives in Fort Lauderdale, is single, good looking and looking for Ms. Right!



Too Smart



Pamela loved the plan. In fact, if she and Hal got caught by her husband, Chet, she'd probably love it all the more. She wanted Hal, but she also wanted Chet to know that he'd been cuckolded and both that he wouldn't blame her for it and couldn't do a thing about it.

The opportunity for the perfect act of adultery arose with the garden club's plan for the Halloween costume party at Evangeline, the deteriorating plantation house on the Mississippi below Natchez, an ideal haunted house location for a costume party. The place hadn't been used for more than two decades, not since the last of the Turnballs died out from some family-shared rare form of anemia.

Pamela's best friend, Cindy, had recently married a grade A hunk, Hal, and Pamela wanted to lay with him so badly that her body ached for him. She had grown tired of Chet years ago and spurned all of his efforts to revitalize their sex life. Lately he had been into kinky outfits and had this strange notion that if they tried exotic positions and she let him take her in the ass it would somehow bring them closer together. Not a chance, she thought; she just needed a strong man's cock throbbing inside her, and she had every belief that the handsome, muscle-bound Hal was just what she needed.

And Cindy had played right into her hands—in fact had given Pamela the idea of how she could pull off the feat. Cindy was so busy with the party arrangements that she asked Pamela to help her and Hal find their costumes. Pamela took Hall shopping and had gotten Hal alone, half dressed, in a changing room, where she quickly was assured that Hal's eyes for her very definitely had been of the roving variety. He was so hot and what he was packing inside his briefs was so massive that Pamela nearly melted on the spot. But she needed something more than a quick grope and some lip work in a costume shop changing room. She needed what Hal was packing pumping inside her, and, for her own sense of humor and thrill, she wanted Chet to suffer in the process.

Her plan was simple in a complex sort of way. She selected the identical costume for both the men and the women of the foursome. Hal and Chet and she and Cindy were close to the same size and build, so, with a bow to Shakespeare and large masks over the upper section of their faces, and if she arranged the tryst in the dim garden of Evangeline, she was sure that she'd be able to say that her coupling with Hal was simply a case of mistaken identity all around, what with both men in vampire costumes and both women decked out as Little Bo Peep. Even if Chet or Cindy discovered them in the act—and Pamela did so hope it would be Chet, if anyone—neither she nor Hal could be blamed.

The night of Halloween proved to be ideal for Pamela's plan. The evening was warm and the moon was nearly absent, leaving the old plantation house's boxwood gardens, with its mazes rich with deadends and isolated park benches, dripping in the rich atmosphere of stolen love. The party was in full swing when Pamela, having just parted from her husband on the dance floor, gave Hal the high sign that she was going out into the garden to an isolated bench nearly swallowed by a graceful old magnolia tree.

By prearrangement, she would stand in front of the bench, facing a nearby giant spruce tree, as if deep in thought, ready to be approached from the rear by an "accosting stranger," who she was prepared to tell the world she believed was her husband, pursuing his latest fetishes to enhance their married life, an activity she would say she was willing wholeheartedly to succumb to in this enchanted garden on Halloween night.

And then, just as she had planned, her lover was there, close behind her. The cape from the costume she had picked out was swirling about her, and his strong arms were enfolding her. He kissed the hollow of her neck and she turned her head, meeting his lips with a hungry, open kiss. Tongues dueled, hers giving in to his as he stroked his big, consuming tongue in and out of her mouth, a harbinger of delights to come. She found his taste intoxicating, and, just as if she were drinking sweet wine, his kisses were loosening her, making her weak while at the same time inflaming her to his touch.

His hands ripped at the laces criss-crossing her peasant's blouse across her ample bosom. He was being rough and insistent with her as he freed the vest that the laces had been holding together and pulled her breasts, one by one out of the low-necked billowy blouse. And she loved him being rough with her. He worked her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers, making her flow start. And he kissed her deeply, using his teeth, in the hollow of her neck. Her world was spinning; she was loving this; she was putty in his strong arms.

One hand left the breast work to the other and traveled down her body until it gripped her hard in the crotch. She moaned at the strength and insistence of his hand there and she could feel his manhood rising and pushing at the small of her back.

She had grown so weak that she had to fall forward, across the seat of the bench, gripping the top of the bench's wrought-iron back with her hands spread, holding herself in place as her lover continued his steamy onslaught on her willing body.

Her lover's hands were pulling at her long skirt, hauling yards of material up to a bunch around her waist, exposing Pamela's milky white thighs and dimpled bottom to his roving search. She felt and heard her panties being ripped away, and then his long fingers were invading her cunt, searching for and quickly finding her clit and sending flares of pleasure charging through her. But it was a electrifying feeling that seemed almost to be happening to someone else. His lips and teeth were still firmly planted in the hallow of her neck, and she was feeling woozy, almost as if she were rising up out of her body and watching this glorious ravishing she was receiving from somewhere up in the branches of the magnolia tree. But that was all right with her, because a glorious ravishing it was.

His long, slender, talented fingers working deep inside her fold was driving her to rapture, and she experienced an orgasm that eclipsed anything her husband had been able to do to her for years.

Her lover's lips left her and her head lolled to the side as she felt them reengage with her in the crevice between her soft butt cheeks. He was kissing and tonguing her at her puckered hole, and she had never known what ecstasy this could invoke. That long, thick tongue was invading her there, while the fingers of one of his hands continued to stroke her pleasure spot, encouraging her to explode once more under his expert touch.

She was writhing under him now, hardly able to hold herself up bent over the bench. He sensed she was about to collapse, and he rose up and took her breasts in his hands once more and both held her up to him and squeezed them until she screamed out in pain-laced ecstasy. Then he was holding her there with just one hand and he was using the other one to slap a huge cock, a monster cock, against the small of her back and her thighs, urging it to hardened even further, when it already was making Pamela weak in the knees at the thought of taking him in her love canal.

That wasn't his immediate plan. The slappings of his tool turned to rubbings across her bum and up and down in the crease between her cheeks and then he was centering on her puckered backdoor.

Pamela arched her back and screamed to the distant sliver of a moon as he entered her there and started to stroke her, reaching a new depth with each stroke. He pulled her close into him, with the fingers of one hand entering her vagina once more and stroking her clit, his other hand cupping a breast, and his lips and teeth back at the hallow of her neck. His cock was impossibly huge, stretching her further with each stroke, filling her beyond capacity. But she was growing weaker, and his kiss continued to have an intoxicating effect on her, making her feel both the full pleasure and pain of each stroke but being somehow distant from what was happening to her. She only knew that she'd never been taken like this and that she loved him throbbing and growing and working inside her. He brought her to a third orgasm even more electrifying than the first two.

She was a rag doll now, supported only by him. He pulled out of her and picked her up in his arms and carried her underneath the spreading branches of the nearby towering spruce tree. He laid her on her back on a sturdy bough near the base of the tree that was fully able to support her slight figure. Then he spread her legs wide and straddled her pelvis. She felt that she should scream and beg for her safety when she saw the battering ram that his cock had become, impossibly larger than it had ever been inside her ass canal, but she was just too drowsy and drunk with the hard vigor of him and filled with a burning desire for her consuming lover.

He entered her gently and slowly and she cried out and arched her back again, being sure that he would split her apart. All she could see were burning eyes through the black mask and a magnificent naked torso as his supercock slowly moved up into her. Despite her desire for him, she couldn't stop crying out for him to stop stretching her beyond all limits and digging deeper than she thought any man could reach. He brought his lips down to hers to calm her down, and, indeed, his intoxicating kiss caused her to reduce her protests to soft sobs, turning to sighs and then moans, and then cries of ecstasy and desire as he started to fuck her in long, deep-penetrating strokes. His lips and teeth went back to the hollow of her neck and she had wrapped her legs around his plump, trembling buttocks now, wanting to hold him inside her forever. It felt like his entire body had entered her and pushed toward the very center of her, possessing her fully and for all time.

As he deeply stroked, she continued to weaken, until her legs lost their hold around him and both her legs and arms, feeling like lead weights, just dangled down the sides of the pine bough. He was holding her body to him with a strong arm wrapped around on the small of her back and stroking, stroking, stroking his giant cock in and out of her in never ending rhythm.

Her lover lifted his head from the hollow of her neck and howled to the skies as he flooded her insides with a fountain of semen that burbled up around his encased cock and dribbled down her thighs. He pulled his still-hard cock back out almost to the surface and then plunged back in for a second flooding and then a third and a forth. Pamela just lay there under him, lost in her own drowsy world, a sweet little smile of complete satisfaction on her lips.

When she was able to wake enough to take stock of her surroundings, Pamela was alone. She spent many minutes trying to pull her clothes back into some semblance of order. She was still weak and disoriented, which she chalked up to just having had the most wonderful fuck of her life.

Somehow she managed to stumble back into the plantation house, where she found that most of the guests had gone home and the party planners were busy straightening up.

"My God, Pamela, where have you been? We've been worried about you," Cindy was saying, or so it seemed. Pamela was having difficulty concentrating on her friend even though she was standing just a few feet away.

"Out in the garden," Pamela was saying with a weak wave of a thin, alabaster-white arm toward the French doors, although she was slurring her words and having trouble standing upright.

"Well, you missed a real mess in here," Cindy was saying. "Right after you left, that ancient sink in the kitchen started playing like Old Faithful, and Hal has been fighting the flood ever since.

Pamela looked dully at a pair of men's legs emerging from under the sink cabinet. Hal. Hal was in here all the time. Then who? Pamela's thoughts raced to her husband, Chet. He'd had her after all the way he'd wanted her. And she had to admit that he had been right. That was the best coupling performance he'd ever given her. Maybe . . .

"Oh, hi, Chet," Cindy was saying as she waved across the room behind Pamela's back. "Everything all right at home now? As you can see, we've finally found Pamela, although she isn't acting like Pamela."

"Pamela, Pamela. Are you OK? Your babysitter called, and we couldn't find you anywhere, and Chet had to go on home and sort that out. And . . . Pamela? Pamela? You look so pale and weak. And, what's that? Oh, my God, Pamela, you have blood dribbling down from a wound there in the hollow of your neck. Chet, push that chair over here fast. I think she's going to . . ." 



Too Smart for Her Own Good!



Look the first thing I want you to know is I love my wife, Patti, that all said she could be such a phony at times. She is a career student always worried about this cause or that cause, even in her mid-thirties. She wears her hair straight down with bangs, black framed glasses, and black clothing that makes her milk white skin look even paler, you know the whole "student-intellectual look." But most people will listen to her talk about the plight of other countries, however, they are really paying attention to her huge fat 42DD tits, she is a bit heavy, but those tits of hers are way out of proportion with her body. At times she has thought of getting a reduction but never went through with it.

One morning she was reading the Times as she told me about what her latest professor, a Doctor Mantuu, was telling her. I had met him and his assistant at a college function and could see them sneaking a look at her big tits as she babbled on and on about their own country.

Finally I had to tell her to stop. "Look, I appreciate you want to further your education, but all they are really interested in are your soft white tits."

She got offended saying that black men lusting for white women was a racial stereotype and that I should be ashamed. I told her I was not bringing race into it, that many men had stared at her big tits. Deep down though the thought of Patty getting slammed by a huge black cock did turn me on, something I had never told her before. Patty could be a horny bitch in bed, one of the reasons we stood together all these years.

"Maybe he got the wrong idea from the way you were dressed showing off your, um assets." I said remembering that low neckline sweater she had worn that night. 

"No, I don't think that was what it was. Besides you will have your chance to see tonight as Dr. Mantuu and his assistant are coming over to discuss my latest paper."

I could have kicked myself for not remembering, great another mind numbing night of intellectual one-upmanship. Little did I realize what was going to happen.

The evening started out okay, we had a light diner from a takeout place and were having wine in the living room. I sat there barely paying attention to the proceedings when Patty said something to get my attention. "My husband is under the impression that most black men are interested in sexual liaisons with white women as a show of dominance and he also believes in the other myth, that black men are endowed with some sort of superior sexual power. He even (she paused to laugh) thinks you were giving me the once over."

Dr. Mantuu and his assistant gave a polite laugh, then they got up and sat down on either side of Patty. "Well as you know some myths are true or at least based somewhat in reality. Even the white man in popular culture recognizes that black men are endowed with, let us say, a superior potency."

"Come now. You must be joking. There was a recent study that, for instance debunks the myth of black men being, let us say, better endowed, it is a piece of folklore. Their deviation in size is not more than the average Caucasian's."

"Again I beg to differ. And if it is evidence you require I am more happy to oblige." They now had my full attention. Was it the wine or were they going to do what I thought they were going to do? The professor and his student reached down and unzipped their pants, Patty at first thought it was a joke, until they pulled out their cocks. Even semi-hard they were near the ten inch mark. My wife stuttered. I did not know what was going to happen next.

"Now Patty, what do you think now that you can see evidence of such?" she stuttered. "Of course you have to prove your thesis by making us both totally hard." she looked at me and I told her she was the one who brought it up.

"You are joking, right. I know some cultures practice sexual hospitality but... honey?" she said turning to me, I laughed and told her she should test out her theories. The professor grasped her hand and guided it to his dark cock. Patty tried to pull away but he put her hand right on his dick, the hand with our wedding ring on it. She made some noise of protest but then she put her hand around his cock and he guided it up and down his shaft until she was doing it on her own. The assistant did the same with her other hand. "Oh my!" she said as their cocks grew bigger and bigger and bigger under her manipulation.

"So do you think it is still a myth?" he asked to which she quietly said no. Honestly their cocks easily topped the twelve inch mark. "As for the other thing, what was it, oh yes, lusting for white woman, well not to put our sisters at shame, but there is a certain delight in satisfying a woman of Caucasian breeding, or breeding a Caucasian as it was." he laughed. "And we have both wanted to suck on those big tits of yours."

"My husband?" she said.

"Is probably enjoying the role of cuckold. I did a paper on it once." he said. "and you probably secretly relish the delight of being violated by a black man, Your literature is full of such violations." he said as his assistant and himself squeezed her fat tits. Despite her protests I could see her huge nipples growing rock hard under their kneading. 

The assistant pulled up her black sweater to reveal her big tits, now only held in by her bra. "Husband would you mind undoing your wife's bra?" he said. My wife hoped that I might protest but I did not. I got up and unsnapped her bra relishing my role as an assistant. They told me to remove her sweater and I did so leaving her half naked on the couch between the two men. All the while she kept stroking their cocks hard. I did not know if what they said about being a cuckold was true but I did get off on seeing her stoking those big black cocks.

They removed her bra and they both squeezed her big tits, then they sucked on them, my wife winced as they sucked harder and harder until she softly came. The professor leaned over and kissed her deeply, she hesitated but then returned his kiss. Then the assistant kissed her. The men reached up her skirt and fingered her pussy through her panties. "Maybe we should stop, this is going too far. My husband?" she trailed off.

"Your husband knows his role in this matter and is enjoying it." the professor told me to come forward again and remove her shoes. I did so. Then I helped slide off her skirt. "Now you may either object or you may remove her panties." I slide them off of her. The assistant pushed his black fingers inside of my wife making her come, she could barely speak.

"My hands are getting tired." she said having been jerking them off for ten plus minutes. The professor laughed talking about the superior staying power of the black man. "Hmm but maybe we ought to give you a break."

The assistant got up, and I wondered did my wife look disappointed when he pulled his cock away from her grasp? The professor pushed my wife onto the couch sideways and started to lick her pussy, within minutes she could not speak, all she could do was groan, the assistant meanwhile stripped naked. He came back to the couch and dangled his cock in my wife's face, at first she did not open her mouth, until he pinched her nipples hard ordering her to suck his cock, she opened her mouth and let his shaft in.

After a while the professor got up to disrobe while the assistant licked my wife's pussy. All the while my hard-on was throbbing. My wife took the professor's cock in her mouth and despite her jerking of the shaft he did not come.

Finally both men stood up and told my wife to get on the coffee table on all fours. "Are you going to wear a rubber?" she asked them to which they laughed. 

"How dare you say that, you should know from our culture that the single most highest honor we can give you is a child born of our seed." She looked to me but I also agreed, too turned on to say anything else.

"Oh my I can't believe this is happening," she said as she got onto the coffee table. The professor pulled her ass up a bit more and then slowly pushed his large black cock into my wife's pussy. 

She groaned and moaned as the huge shaft thrust into her. "Look your husband right in the eye and tell him you hope I, what is it you Americans say? Knock you up with my black cock, say it." 

My wife her face in a mixture of ecstasy and pain said it, "I want his big black cock to knocks me up." He then pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back inside of her again and again. All the while the assistant, with no help, without touching his cock, kept it rock hard.

The professor banged my wife for what seemed like forever. He made her beg for him to cum and when he did it seemed like quarts. Then the assistant grabbed her up and put her on the couch on her back and fucked her for twice as long as the teacher. When they were done my wife was trembling. Over the next several hours they fucked her in every position possible. 

When they were done they got dressed and told my wife they had an interesting opportunity for her, a semester in the professor's homeland. 

After she recovered shame faced she asked me to forgive her, I told her I would if she sucked my cock. She did so and then we fucked once, she had to beg off as her pussy was sore, instead she jerked me off all over her big tits. In the back of my mind I was very excited about the professor's offer.

"Are you sure?" My wife asked. "It will be a whole year apart." I told her it was okay. Deep down I planned to fuck that Asian grad student of mine the whole time she was away. Little did I know what was in store for her when she got to the professor's homeland.

A few weeks later my wife sent me back a letter stating that she had had to adapt to the customs of the land it was accompanied by a video of her head being shaved. She explained it was the custom, and her hair would grow back. She would live in a community with the other women studying them.

Then came another email with a picture, she was naked and hoped I would not be mad, her nipples and pussy had been pierced with huge heavy iron rings.

The week after they had tattooed her tits with native markings. She told me she now was the professor's temporary wife.

Then came the big file, it took me several hours to download. Somebody with a hand camera had filmed it. My wife naked was surrounded by a circle of men, she sucked on their cocks as they roughly grabbed and pulled on her nipples. The film skipped forwards and I watched as upwards of twenty men fucked her dumping load upon load on her. 

Then came the finale; she was up on a low table. A village woman coated her finger with some sort of thick clear substance. The woman then pushed her finger into my wife's pussy and asshole. At first there was nothing then she started to squirm and shake. She begged in their language and then in English for them to fuck her. She laid like that for several minutes. Finally the professor, totally naked came out and pushed his fat cock into her asshole and fucked her as she fingered her pussy. When he came he pulled out of her leaving a close up of her cum filled anus.

"So you see I will be staying here for a little longer." said my wife on her knees and clearly pregnant. I am now their slave and wife for the next year." she then took the professor and his assistant's cock into her mouth and started to suck on them. The film ended there.

I woke May up and fucked the shit out her all night long. My wife, after giving birth came home a year later. She was now more obedient than ever, I made her keep the nipple and clit rings as a reminder of her slavery. I bought a wig so she could keep her head bald. Heck, I was even able to continue to, with her blessing, fuck May.

One day the professor did come back and out of hospitality I let him fuck May's tight little pussy while I fucked another one of his wives, a British exchange student, but that is another story.



Too Soft Of A Bed



I had gone into the service straight out of high school, primarily because there was no way at the time to further my education by going to college. My younger sister Janice had done much better in school than I had, given several scholarship opportunities, and upon graduation which was only a couple of months away now for her, would be able to take advantage of going back to school where I had not. Already eighteen, she was an attractive young woman with long dark hair, ocean blue eyes, and a flirtatious smile that she often used to her advantage, which she immediately began doing to my service buddy Dave who had come to stay with us for a while, looking for work and hopefully finding a place of his own to stay in shortly after that.

There was plenty of room at the old house, I had two older siblings, a brother and sister who had moved out long ago, now married with families of their own. So when I asked my folks if Dave could come and stay with us for a while, they (along with my flirtatious sister) welcomed him with open arms.

At six feet, an inch perhaps taller than I was, with similar builds though he had green eyes instead of brown, we could nearly pass as brothers, with even our looks somewhat being the same. But Dave was, and immediately became part of the family after moving in with us, as he and I began searching for work, though enjoying the "down time" as we called it having just been released from the service.

Janice had more than enough credits to graduate from school already, and though she continued to attend school, she had a light afternoon schedule, which allowed her to come home far earlier than most of her classmates did. With mom and dad at work during the day, I began to see a side of my sister I hadn't seen before, and though I'd been gone myself for the better part of two years now, it wasn't just the sudden growth and maturity she had gone through during that time, but the obvious change in attitude that I also saw whenever mom and dad weren't around. The only way I could describe it accurately, was to simply say my sister Janice was a naughty woman.

That very point being expressed one afternoon to me by Dave shortly after my sister had come home. I had been sitting downstairs in the den watching TV when Dave came down to join me.

"Man, I really don't know what to think about your sister," he said candidly.

"Why? What'd she do now?"

We lived in a very large, three-story room home, the main or master bedroom where my folk's slept being on the top floor, along with several other rooms now used mostly for storage. The second floor consisted of six additional bedrooms, along with two baths, one of which was shared by Janice and I, the other being given to Dave for his own use, though connected to the smaller of the bedrooms, though he didn't mind as he didn't have much in the way of personal clothing and items anyway. The main floor contained all the living, eating, and entertaining areas, including a large added on den that my father had built. Though the property surrounding the place was still substantial at just over three acres, at one time during the civil war, it had once operated as a small plantation, a summer home in fact for the people who'd originally owned this place in addition to another (somewhat famous one) further south.

"Well, I was just coming out of my room, thought I'd head downstairs and raid the refrigerator," he began. "About that time, your sister comes out of the bathroom, it was obvious she'd been in taking a shower as I'd heard someone go in and do that earlier, anyway, she's busily drying her hair with a towel, has another one wrapped around her as she comes out. Next thing I know, the one she's wearing, well...let's just say she's suddenly not wearing any more as it falls off her."

"That must have been funny," I said imagining it, "I can just imagine her embarrassment and surprise when that happened."

"Yeah, more like me who was the one embarrassed and surprised, not your sister! I expected her to make a grab for the towel or something you know? But all she did was stand there smiling at me, even took the towel off her head, shaking her wet hair out some, and THEN leaned over picking up the other one, still smiling, still looking at me, and then walked by me without covering herself up, before going into her room!"

That was a little surprising to hear. As I recalled, Janice had been considerably a lot shyer than that as I remembered just before leaving, even the swimwear she'd worn back then had been considered fairly modest, though I had seen her wearing a very skimpy, somewhat revealing one shortly after arriving home.

"I think she likes you," I responded, joking around with him more than anything, especially as I knew that my shy friend was still a virgin and intended on staying that way until he got married.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I think she's sweet on you. Hell...maybe next time she'll invite you into her shower."

He blushed upon hearing that. "Next time I hear the shower running, I think I'll turn around and head the other way, might be safer that way."

"Yeah, might be," I said continuing to laugh at him.

I had no idea of course, nor had I really thought about it, if my younger sister was in fact sexually active already, or just going through the motions. In a way, I half thought she was just trying out some moves on him or something, still unsure of herself, but with Dave being a somewhat safe target to shoot at, the fact that she was, didn't surprise me.

It was a couple of days later however, that I got a firsthand idea of what Janice was doing to poor Dave, and actually found it amusing, though additionally somewhat exciting too, though I had certainly never thought about any of my sisters in that regard before either.

On the second and third floors of the house, there was a small walkway that ran all the way around, just large enough to sit a few chairs or a small table outside of our rooms, each having its own entryway leading out to it. At the time I was doing just that, enjoying a book I'd begun reading along with nice cold beer when I saw Janice come out of the house directly below me, tossing out a large fluffy comforter on the grass which was next to the pool a few moments later. She was again wearing the same bright blue bikini I had seen her in once before as she obviously prepared to do a little late afternoon sunbathing. I really didn't think much about it, until I saw her sit down, glance about briefly, though for whatever reason, she never looked up towards where I was sitting, and took of her top.

As kids, I had seen her nude perhaps a handful of times, and there again always only briefly, and always usually accompanied by a wailing and gnashing of teeth for having done so, either inappropriately walking in on her in some manner or fashion of undressing, or barging (sometimes purposely) into her bath in an effort to purposely embarrass her yes, as kids were sometimes often wont to do. And sure yes, as she grew and matured, so did her figure, which I now realized had continued to do so, though I hadn't seen her for a number of years now by this time, as her fairly large sized, very supple, very firm breasts came tantalizingly into view.

Not wanting her to catch me looking at her, I quietly scooted my chair back, though still being able to lean forward through the slats in the railing that served as a safety rail for the walkway and still be able to see her. I knew that spying on my own sister was weird enough, but I was curious to get a peek at what she now looked like. But content with just seeing her boobs wasn't enough as I watched her also quickly glance about before removing her bottoms as well, though she now rolled over onto her stomach, giving me only the briefest glimpse of her totally shaved pubic area. And though she had now concealed her pert breasts and mound, I was treated to the visual of my own sister's lovely tight tanned ass. It was clearly evident she'd been doing this for a while, as she had absolutely no tan lines to speak of.

I had just about decided to go back into my room through the sliding glass door when I saw Dave come walking outside heading towards the pool area. Carrying a towel, wearing a pair of swim trunks, I knew he was coming out for his afternoon swim, something he always did around this time, and something as I now realized Janice damn well knew as she lay there, expectantly waiting for him. Coming around the side of the house, Dave didn't spot her immediately, not until he was nearly on top of her, causing her to look up towards him upon hearing him.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were out here!" he stammered awkwardly upon seeing my sister.

I grinned, shaking my head as I sat there looking down at the two of them, it was almost comical in a way. Janice lifted herself up, using her elbows to do so, but simultaneously allowing her breasts to be exposed as they dangled down invitingly, giving Dave a clear and unobstructed view of them as she did so.

"Going for a swim?" she asked though obviously she knew that was his intent. "Just got out myself," she lied lying there. 

"Ah yeah, I was planning on it," he continued to stammer, trying hard not to stare at her, though she wasn't making that any easier on him either as she suddenly sat up. 

"Well don't let me stop you," she now said, once again smiling, though fully revealing herself to him in the process. I watched as poor Dave slid by her, diving into the pool, which was even the shallow end, causing Janice to laugh, along with myself, though I chuckled quietly in doing so, seeing Dave re-submerge rubbing his head, which he'd obviously hit diving in.

As Dave swam doing a few laps, Janice continued to sit watching him, though her back was turned towards me, but she was obviously still trying to give Dave a view, even though he seemed to be trying to ignore her the best that he could while she sat there.

Finally having enough of the silly game going on outside, I went back in all the while chuckling to myself over my own sister's new found boldness, and poor Dave's equally shy Puritanism, an interesting match.

It was a few days later when Dave came to dinner, wincing with pain as he sat down. He had been nursing a back injury for some time, something he'd sustained while in the service, and which I knew about. He'd already told me that the bed he was sleeping on was too soft, and I had mentioned to him that mine was considerably harder, and that perhaps we should go ahead and switch beds, if not our rooms, something I didn't mind doing for him, knowing how bad his back really was.

Even mom applied some sort of deep-heating ointment on it for him, which seemed to help, but then suggested herself that perhaps the two of us should switch rooms for the night, and perhaps next day make it an even more permanent swap. Personally, I'd always preferred the old feathered beds we still had, and had missed them in the service, still never really getting used to the harder firmer mattresses we'd been given to sleep on, not to mention the ground.

We had nearly finished eating dinner when Janice arrived home, one of her rare days when she'd stayed over after school helping out on one of the many committee's she was involved with. Around mom and dad she was once again that other self, barely speaking, let alone acknowledging mine or Dave's presence, and disappeared shortly after that up to her own room where she spent the rest of her time until it was time for all of us to head off to bed.

As we'd already agreed earlier to do, I soon after went into Dave's room to sleep, and he into mine. As I had always done, I slept naked, it was a hot summers night, though a cool breeze usually drifted through during the evening just enough to make it comfortable while sleeping, so I along with everyone else, usually kept the sliding doors to our rooms open. The room was pitch black, there was no moon out at all, so the room along with the rest of the house was considerably darker than usual because of it.

Sound asleep, as I was also a very sound sleeper, it took several moments for me to begin to realize that something weird was going on, though initially I thought I was just having a very erotic dream...too erotic as it turned out.

As I began to come around, and realized in doing so that I had a very hard firm erection, and that someone was currently sucking it, I started to sit up, my voice groggy, sleepy as I did so, which is probably why Janice didn't pick up on the fact that it was me and not Dave who's cock she currently had in her mouth.

"Janice?" I managed to squeak out in surprise and alarm, trying to sit up.

I felt her hands pushing me back however, her mouth still securely wrapped around my prick as she tried speaking. "Shhh, you'll wake everyone," she cautioned, and then added, "Please, don't stop me or make me go, I've been wanting to do this ever since you came here."

There was no excuse really, which I later blamed on my own confusion and sleepiness, though I was within moments no longer so as I felt my sister's mouth hungrily devouring my prick. A thousand thoughts entered my mind all at once, none of which made any sense, or gave me excuse for allowing her to continue doing what she was doing. There is no doubt I should have more forcefully made her stop, making her realize the mistake she had made, and though she'd have no doubt been mortified, I know that we'd have sat laughing about it later afterwards when we thought about it. Instead, I lay there letting her suck me, lick me, pleasure me in ways I hadn't felt in too long a time, another excuse, another reason I remained silent, letting her continue to touch me, suck me, and fondle my shaft. Somehow I blanked out that this was my sister, it was dark after all, and I couldn't really see her, or she me obviously. At the moment, it was all about the sensation, something I hadn't felt or enjoyed with another woman for almost a year now, and something I had been missing for far longer than I cared to admit.

To be honest, I don't know what might have happened had I continued to just lay there letting her mouth work its magic on me, which it was. The first tingle of knowing release not that far away now, but when she spoke again, the very words she used made me realize I couldn't just lay here and continue on with this charade without her realizing the mistake she had made. I felt her mouth finally release me, the movement of her body as she slithered upwards, attempting to straddle me as she did so.

"Please, please fuck me now," she breathed in a half whisper.

For a moment, it was as though time stood still, yet in that moment I knew exactly what I had to do, and how I had to do it. I knew the moment she realized that she had made a mistake, she was more than likely to freak out, especially as I'd continued to lay there, allowing her to suck on me, suck on her brothers cock without telling her she was sooner than now anyway.

Before she could cunt me, which she was attempting to do at that moment, I shifted, wrapping my arms around her and rolling her over as I did so onto her back. Taking this as some sort of accepting sign however, she rolled with me, expecting I am sure for me to plunge into her at that moment, which I was sorely tempted to actually do. Instead, I placed my hand over her mouth, using the weight of my body to pin her to the bed instead.

"Don't scream, listen to me," I said, letting her know in the heartbeat of a moment, hearing the sound of my voice, that she had indeed made a mistake, but also in that very same moment, telling her as I did so, that I'd allowed her to continue making it. 

And of course she did struggle, briefly, until I again asked, pleaded with her to remain calm and listen to what I had to say before she bolted from my room back into her own, which I knew she would have done, leaving a tornado of debris in unspoken words behind if I'd let her.

When I had finally secured from her the promise that she wouldn't run from my room, would let me say something before she did so, I finally took my hand away from her mouth, and lifted some of my weight from her, though fully expecting her to flee as I did that. She didn't however, feeling her more like collapse in her own confusion as the reality of what had just happened washed over her like a tidal wave. Now I did sit up, allowing her to do the same.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed finally, which I knew now was a defense of anger, and had fully expected, though thankfully she spoke far more softly when even saying that than I would have under the same circumstances.

And again, had I not allowed it to continue, I could have made the claim that I was myself confused, sleepy and groggy when first feeling her, realizing then she had made the mistake, explaining to her about the switch of rooms that she couldn't have known about, but I hadn't done that. I'd allowed it to go on instead. All I could do then was apologize, somehow...if I even could, and admit that I had succumbed to my own desires, sensations, and somehow get her to understand that, perhaps not enough to as yet forgive me for doing it, but enough so that she could at least find a way to do so later. It was the best I could possibly hope for at that point.

She listened, which surprised me as I said that, as I actually sat there on the side of the bed naked as she was, telling her all this. And I was again surprised as she didn't move away from me as I might have expected, our thighs close enough to actually touch as we sat there in the dark together.

"There's no excuse for it Janice," I said once again for perhaps the fifth or sixth time. "It's just been a long time since I've even been with a woman, and using the fact I was at first sleepy, and groggy that I didn't even know it was you, let alone anyone else, is no good reason for letting you continue on without realizing it was me. Again, I'm sorry, but the simple truth of it is, it felt too fucking good, and I didn't want it to stop!"

There was only a momentary pause, I sat quietly waiting now for the explosion to come, hoping when it did, it would still at least be a quiet one, but when she spoke, the only explosion that came was the one inside my own head as I tried to make coherent sense out of what she asked me.

"It did?"

"Yes, it did," I said simply, still expecting her to now stand up and leave, but she didn't.

"Really?"

"Yes...really."

There was a momentary pause before she spoke again, though it seemed like an eternity before she did.

"Promise you won't say anything to anyone about this...ever!" she said.

"I promise," I said honestly, for the very first time feeling relieved.

"Promise?" she asked once again

"I promise!" I said assuring her that I wouldn't, though short of tearing out my own heart, I didn't know any other way of convincing her that I meant it either. Then I felt her reaching over, her hand once again wrapping around my somewhat still stiff prick. She stroked it.

"Janice?" I said questionably, now confused all over again, this is not what I had expected, though neither had she obviously.

"Have you ever thought about anything like this? Growing up together I mean?" She asked still stroking me, feeling me suddenly begin to stiffen within her hand.

"Well yeah, a few times," I admitted, though still wondering myself now what the hell the two of us were doing, or rather what she was, though I again sat there allowing her to do it.

"Me too," she said softly, then adding as though this made any more sense than anything else had up until now either. "I once caught Debra and Mark fooling around," she whispered excitedly.

"You did? Where?" I asked suddenly interested, and then in a strange way, Janice and I seemed to slip back in time together, back to a time when as kids we'd naturally formed an alliance against our much older siblings, who had seemingly formed an alliance of their own, a far more intimate one than I'd ever realized, and was just now hearing about. Once again, we were sitting together just like the old days, sharing confidences, secrets, against the two of them, even though they were no longer here with us, no longer doing or involved in doing as far as either one of us knew anyway, what they had once been doing together.




Too Soft Of A Bed



"Didn't you know?" she asked without telling me, the tone of her voice excited, just the way it used to sound when she'd come to me with some tidbit of information that we might use against them, or in some way even out whatever imaginary score we were keeping while playing against them.

"Are you kidding? No...I certainly never caught them doing anything," though as I thought about it, I nearly had, memories coming back to me only now, things I should have been more aware of, though I'd never really considered the possibilities of it until now, which I then did admit to when thinking about it. "How...where?" I asked her once again, actually getting excited wanting to hear about it.

Janice laughed, the fact that she continued to sit there still slowly fondling my prick had actually become secondary to the excitement of hearing whatever it was she was about to tell me.

"It was the year you graduated," she began, "just before Christmas that year. You'd gone out shopping with mom and dad, I hadn't gone with because I was still home with a cold if you remember."

I did, I remembered that as though it was yesterday.

"Well Mark and Debra must not have known that I'd stayed home instead of going with you, I was in bed sleeping in fact determined to kick this thing and start feeling better again, especially with Christmas being only two days away. But that's when I heard voices coming from the bedroom next door, I rolled over listening, which as you well know was too easy to do as thin as the walls are."

That I remembered too, for a number of reasons, it was almost impossible to listen to music without someone else complaining about it, no matter how low you thought you had the volume on so it wouldn't disturb anyone.

"Go on!" I said anxiously, then felt Janice actually remove her hand from me, though she now scooted back onto the bed resting her back against the headboard, which I now did as well, somewhat surprised, relieved, and again thrilled to feel the touch of her hand upon me as she sought me out in the dark, though continuing her story as she did so.

"That was also the year that Mark proposed to Cindy, New Years Eve, though none of us, except for Debra knew that, and which as I soon learned, she was actually crying about in her bedroom when Mark came in to talk to her about it. I couldn't say anything to anyone about it, because then they would have known, would have known I'd not heard only that, but everything else they had said and done too."

"Like what?" I pressed anxiously, though my sister's hand was pressing my prick somewhat anxiously in response to that.

"I'm just getting to that part," she said letting me go, though I could now barely see her spreading her legs as she sat next to me, the feel of her thigh now resting against my own as she sat there, her hand slipping down between herself, though I couldn't positively confirm she was doing what I sat there imagining she was doing, which now aroused me even more.

"I heard Debra telling Mark through her tears, that though she was certainly happy for he and Cindy, that she was also sad by it, because she knew that she wouldn't be seeing him anymore. I thought that was an odd thing to say, I mean we all knew they'd eventually get married, we just didn't know when, though we also suspected it was going to be pretty soon. And even if they did, it's not like Mark would suddenly disappear from the face of the earth or anything, hell...having Cindy around was like having another sister all of a sudden, and we all felt that way, including yourself," she told me which I most certainly agreed with.

"Yeah, I know that," sounding a bit impatient now, though I had noticed that Janice was in fact touching herself with the subtle motions of the bed telling me so, and just enough closeness between us that even with the room being as dark as it still was, that I could just barely make that out.

"Which is when I hear Mark say to Debra, 'Just because I'm getting married to Cindy, it doesn't mean that you and I can't still have fun together from time to time,' which at first I didn't understand, I mean I was still what, fifteen? Not quite sixteen at the time, still a virgin then," she added, giggling when she said that. "So naturally, I thought they were just talking about his leaving, and how we'd never be living together as a family again after he had."

"Yeah, I can see that," I admitted, though still more anxious now than ever to hear where this was going.

"Then came the good part!" she giggled conspiratorially, making me feel like this was just happening now, and that she'd just come running up to my room to share it with me, which is how I think we both felt at that moment, now even more so as I did something quite unexpected, placing my hand between Janice's legs, which she simply allowed as though expecting it, wanting it, and once again doing the same thing to me. I now felt like I was that age again in fact, the excitement, thrill of doing something naughty, sharing something with my sister, my alliance with her as we sat there touching one another.

"Suddenly, she's gone from crying, to moaning, which for a moment I thought was just a different kind of crying, but as I sat there listening, I realized it wasn't, especially when I heard Debra telling Mark how good it felt for him to be inside her, how she was going to miss not having that...as often...as she had had."

"No shit!" I said, still feeling like the kid I had been back then as I listened to her.

"No shit! And I don't mind telling you Mike, hearing them now knowing what they were doing inside her bedroom was making me horny!"

"Would me too!" I agreed, though I was also extremely horny now with my finger swirling around inside my sister's wet juicy pussy, which I'd even begun making sounds with as we sat there talking.

"So now, I'm sitting there laying in bed with my head against the wall, playing with myself, listening to the two of them doing it, first time I ever heard the word fuck too," she told me honestly, used by any of our family anyway, she amended. "Though I certainly knew what it meant, but here's Debra, almost screaming it out at the top of her lungs, so they obviously thought they were the only one's home at the moment."

"Obviously," I said over the top of her as she went on.

"Debra going..."Oh Mark, Mark! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Shhh!" I suddenly said holding my finger up to my sister's, in her excitement, her voice suddenly raising up a level, dangerously so, making her realize she was almost screaming it out as though she was herself experiencing it.

"Sorry," she giggled once again whispering. "Got a little carried away, especially with you sitting there fingering my pussy, and me holding onto your dick."

"Yeah, me too," I smiled into the dark, though the tone of my voice told her I was just as excited as she was.

"Anyway," she again continued, "After hearing that...I knew I had to see it for myself!"

"No...you didn't!"

"Oh yeah! I did! Just imagine, if you can remember, it had just snowed, been doing so on and off all day, anyway, all I had on was my nightgown, though I did throw my robe on, along with my slippers, then slid open the sliding door, and slipped around to their room from the outside. Though the door was closed, and I couldn't hear them nearly as well now, I could see them since the curtain was still parted, and gave me just enough protection to stand behind while peeking in on them. And because of the way they were on the bed, they weren't facing in my direction either, so I could safely stand there and watch them without them even being aware that I was."

"What where they doing?" I asked, the image already forming inside my mind, though now rubbing Janice's clit had a lot to do with that too, I'd asked breathlessly.

"They're doing it doggy-style, there's Debra kneeling on the bed with Mark fucking her from behind, her tits are swinging wildly beneath her while she is, and there's me, now standing outside the window looking in with my own fingers doing myself while watching them."

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed, causing Janice to suddenly shush me.

"Quiet!" she added with a giggle, "Or I won't finish the story!"

"Ok, sorry," I said sheepishly, once again whispering now myself.

"Then the really nasty, naughty part," Janice teased, just as her hand was now doing to my prick, squeezing out some nice pearly lubrication which she'd begun using to pleasure the head of my cock with, rubbing her thumb and finger around and about it as she did, and just as I was doing to her clit, my fingers likewise tickling her with her own juices.

"Suddenly Debra sort of collapses, I watch her hand disappear beneath her down between her legs, she's frigging herself like crazy, and now I can actually hear her again clearly as she cums, next thing I know, Mark's pulled his prick out of her, and he starts squirting, I watch it as he shoots like four or five clear up over her back, the first two over her head hitting the bed when he realizes it, and starts pumping himself off against her back, and then her ass instead."

"Oh fuck," I moaned remembering to keep quiet.

"And of course, I did too," she told me.

"I bet...I would have too," I said agreeing with her.

"But the point is, something I want you to know and understand is this, I came thinking about you, wishing that was you, doing that to me!"

Once again there was a moment of silence, but only a moment.

"Really?"

"Yes...really!"

"You wished that was me fucking you like that?" I asked, seeking some sort of reassurance, confirmation from her as I asked it.

"Yes...and I still do," she added, giving me all that and more. "So...will you, right now?"

This time there was no pause, no hesitation, no nothing except me rolling over towards her, just as she turned rolling over with her back towards me. In the next instant, I had slipped deeply inside my sister, my cock buried to the hilt inside of her, the warmth of her pussy engulfing me, caressing me, capturing me as I began fucking her, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster until her breasts where swinging wildly, even though I couldn't see clearly that they were, I didn't have to, I saw them inside my head, saw them as surely as I was the one standing outside the window looking in at my older brother fucking Janice and not Debra. Though this time, it was me doing it, and as I now suspected and hoped for, would be doing again, as often as we could safely manage it until we'd decided otherwise.

"Make me cum Mike, make me cum...please, and then pull out and shoot on me, just like I told you in the story, she said. Let me feel your hot cream splashing against me!"

Moments later she was, and moments after that, I was. Squirting just like she'd asked me to do, and though I didn't, couldn't really see it, I could feel it, and knew simply by the force of the explosion, that I was squirting well over the top of her head, and finally aiming down to finish pumping myself off against her ass as she cooed pleasurably beneath me still very much in the throes of her own orgasm.

#

We lay there together in the dark for the longest time just holding one another, our hearts only then beginning to calm when something she said prompted me.

"What did you mean by 'like I told you in the story' was it?"

Once again there was silence for a moment, though she snuggled even deeper against me.

"Yes, it was," she admitted. "I lied to you."

"Why?" I asked, now back to feeling totally confused.

"Because I don't think you would have let yourself actually do it unless I hadn't aroused you again," she said honestly now. "And I was being honest with you about the part I had thought and fantasized about the two of us several times. But there's something else you need to know too," she told him then.

"What?"

"That I knew you had switched rooms with Dave."

"What?" he said again bewildered. "You...you knew?"

"Please Mike, please, don't be angry with me. But I over heard mom telling dad how soft the bed was that Dave had been sleeping in, and how the two of you had decided to switch rooms for the night, I knew then that if I pretended to come into the wrong room, that you might go along with it, at least long enough for me to do what I did, and still pretend I wasn't aware that it was you. I figured you'd kick me out once you woke up...but you didn't.," she reminded me.

"What about Dave then?"

"Dave?" She actually laughed. "That day I came out of the bathroom? Well, I was actually hoping it was you when I heard someone come out into the hall. I was actually disappointed that it wasn't you, but then when I saw it was Dave, I decided to drop the towel anyway, I figured he'd go straight to you with it, and so if nothing else, that maybe you'd wish it HAD been you coming out, and not Dave. I'd thought maybe it would make you a little jealous even if you thought I was interested in him."

"What about that day by the pool?"

Once again she laughed. "That too! I heard you go downstairs into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and then head back upstairs to your room. I knew you'd head outside and sit on the walkway, so I purposely came out so that I knew you could see me. I didn't have to look to know that you were, but I peeked briefly just to make sure, and saw that you were indeed sitting up there. When Dave came out to go for a swim, I honestly wasn't expecting him, but used that to once again try to make you a little jealous perhaps, but trust me, I was never ever attracted to Dave, only to you."

I guess I should have seen it coming, though how I don't know. Janice had gotten one of her scholarships in writing, her hopes of one day becoming a journalist, so I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised that she had taken me in so entirely.

"So that never really happened between Mark and Debra?" I then asked, changing the subject, and ignoring the rest of what she'd just told me, which spoke volumes to her since I'd obviously accepted her reasoning, by asking her the unrelated question.

"No, I never saw them," she did say, and then giggled. "But the part where she said that she was sad because they'd probably never do it again, I did hear."

"Really?"

"Yeah...really."

"So maybe they really had been messing around all that time."

"I think they were," she said, her hand once again finding me in the dark.

"You're not just telling me another story to get me all excited and aroused again?" I asked.

"No...I'm not," and then adding. "So, are you?"

"What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think you are," she giggled. "Only this time, can we turn a light on? I want to see you this time," she said.

"I'd like that too, and this time, I'd like to see you on top."

"Oh yeah, and I want to feel that too, feel your hard stiff cock all nice and deep inside my pussy."

"And I want to play with your tits."

"As much as you want."

"As often as we can," I said hopefully.

"Whenever you want to," she said turning on the light, climbing over to sit down on me.

"Fuck you forever."

"Forever," she moaned sliding down and over my cock until it filled her. "Fuck me forever, and forever, for as long as you want to, wherever you want to."

#

As for Dave? Well, he left the following day without saying a word to anyone for some reason, moved back to his own hometown. Never heard from him again either, didn't make any sense to my parents who thought he'd liked staying there with us.

"Maybe it had something to do with the bed," I'd told them. "Maybe he'd had a hard time trying to sleep."

Anyway, that's the way I figured it.



Too Soon To Die



Sheila felt good, oh so good! She hadn't known it'd feel so wonderful. When the senior girls in school had whispered about it in the Girls' she'd been slightly disgusted. It had all seemed so physical, so awkward. Now she knew firsthand what it felt like, how magical it could be. 

Sheila smiled as she thought of her virgin days. At 17 she felt a woman – after last night, sated with love. She turned to the man lying beside her. How lovely he was! That strong body, smooth to the touch lay lightly touching her. She ran her fingers gently over his back, seeking to memorize his contours. With a sudden twist, he turned and pinned her beneath him! His mouth sought her out greedily. Their tongues played together, fast and furious. Hands flew about, pressing, caressing, and kneading. Sheila drowned in the wondrous rapture of skin against skin. Oh the sensations he produced in her naïve body! He stroked the fire in her skillfully, making her beg for what she knew was the climax; that aching peak of satiation. She needed it again. Already after just the first time, she hungered for it with an intensity that bought a smile to his face. She was hot and eager for all he could teach her. He was pleased.

He teased her ruthlessly. Let his questing fingers seek her pleasure points, make her moan and writhe beneath him. Mercilessly he kept up his sweet torture, making her plead. Please, please touch me there, she gasped and impatiently led his skilful fingers down there, where she needed them. Yes! Oh the bliss! Yes, please. More, more. Sheila was lost in sensual delight. Her womanhood wet and throbbing. He decided to torment her further. Moving over her soft belly, planting kisses all the way to her feminine mound. Oh God! He teased her nether lips with his tongue and was rewarded by their parting –warm, succulent flesh. He licked greedily. She was so sweet, so tender. Her fingers twined in his hair and pressed him closer to her core. He found her little bud, that focal point of pleasure in her and began to swirl his tongue on it. Suckle it. Flick it fast and hard. Sheila thrashed on the bed, sweating. Her hips bucked and she pressed him close. He used his fingers to probe her depths. Long fingers moving in and out of her, trying to assuage the need in her. How slick and wet she was! Her nectar coated his fingers, his mouth. When she began to cry, he sucked hard on her bud and took her over the edge. As Sheila's body stopped shaking, he kissed her gently and crooned in her ears. My sweet, my beautiful girl. Was it good? Oh yes! She nestled closer and breathed in his manly perfume. Her hand, with a will of their own sought his erect manhood, pulsing against her thighs. She caressed his length with wonder. How beautiful! Satiny soft yet so hard. The head so perfectly formed, like an exotic purple flower, glistening with the morning dew. 

She hungered for it. As she slithered down his length to reach her prize, he smiled contentedly. His pupil had natural talent! He let her feel him, learn his masculinity. She gently took him in her mouth. Gently nibbled his head. Hearing him groan, she licked the purple head and sucked it. He liked it so much. Yes, my sweet. Do that. She sucked him rhythmically. Tasted his salty wetness with pleasure. When he could bear this no more, he lifter her head and pulled her back on the bed. Sheila waited with bated breath as he made her kneel and pressed her head onto a pillow. She lay there before him, totally exposed. Her warm, still throbbing wetness lay before him – an inviting pink warmth. Her young breasts dangled, nipples erect. What a delectable sight, it was! He pushed his erection into her. The thrust made her gasp. She felt him so deep inside of her. It was so good. Better than before. She felt filled, completed. He sighed with satisfaction as he slid in and out of her welcoming warmth. She had got the rhythm. She moved her hips in tune with him. They began to moan, to gasp. The entire consciousness focused on that join of their coupling. Faster, harder. Yes, yes. He held onto her hips and gave it all he had. Eyes tightly shut, she moaned throatily. That sweet feeling approached, they both felt it. That tingling started at the base of their spine. Yes, nearly there. Please, please. Yes. Oh yes! She cried as she shattered and he exploded inside her. They collapsed on the bed and lay panting. Gathering their breath in the glowing aftermath of their love making. The musk of their love was everywhere. In her hair, in his hands, in her mouth. They rested. 

It was nearly 3am when Sheila slid out of bed. Catching a glimpse of herself in the wardrobe mirror, she smiled. How wanton I look! Tousled hair, swollen lips. Her breasts felt tender and down there she was bruised. But what sweetness that pain had! She put on her clothes- the white shirt, the blue skirt and her school blazer. Combing her long hair she pulled it back into a ponytail. This will do, she thought. Everyone at home would be asleep. She'd let herself in quietly with the latch key and take a shower. Then go back to bed so that mom wouldn't suspect anything. Her friend Marianne would be game and vouch for her having been with her late, studying for a test. Satisfied with this plan, Sheila tiptoed back to the bed and planted a kiss on his lips. He was sleeping like a baby! I love him, thought Sheila. He is so gentle, so handsome. My heart thrills for him. 

He was her English teacher. She was his best and favorite pupil. When she'd visited him at his flat with the quarterly assignment in her hands, he'd seen through her pretext. He had known what she needed and he'd wanted to give it to her. So, he had offered her some wine, played her some music on his piano and then kissed her. She'd melted into him and didn't resist when he finally led her upstairs to his bed. His sweet virgin. His darling Sheila would first realize the world of sensual delight under his expert hands. 

Now, slipping out through his front door, Sheila shivered with the cool morning air. The streets were still dark and deserted. But it was safe enough, she felt. Her house was about 5 blocks away, in the best part of town. There the streets were always well-lighted. She set out jauntily and decided to take a short cut across the playground. It was very dark there, she could see but it'd save her time and she wanted to be sure she got in before the milkman arrived at 4am. As she began to cross the dark playground, her thoughts went back to the pleasures of the night. I am so happy, she thought. Now, I have become a woman. And I have found my mate. Glowing with love and satisfaction, she walked on, scarcely noticing her surroundings. Her feet walked mechanically while her thoughts were far away. She didn't see the dark shadow following her. She didn't hear him until his hands gripped her shoulders and threw her on the ground. Her scream died in her throat as his muscular hands strangled her. Her head swam. She needed air, she needed to breathe. Half fainting, she barely realized his hand tearing her clothes off, reaching for her womanhood roughly. She mustered up her last strength and tried to free herself. She tried to yell for help. Help, please help. His hands returned to her throat and pressed. Pressed till she had no coherent thought in her head except that she didn't want to die. No, no it was too soon. Too soon to die. 

It was the colonel's dog that found the tangled bundle in the alleyway off the playground. He sniffed it and then howled. When the colonel came running and saw what it was that his dog had seen, he paled and shouted for help. When the police finally identified the dead body and notified the parents, it was nearly noon. And he wondered if her parents had found out. Perhaps they'd take her away from the school. So, he waited. Waited for some news.



Too Sweet to Resist



Hi. How are y'all doing? You're probably wondering who I am, and why I'm writing this story. I wonder why I'm writing it myself, so I can't really tell you much about that. I can tell you a little bit about who I am though. My name is Kelli Stewart. I live in Arlington, Texas with my mom and dad. I had a little brother, but he died of leukemia a couple of years ago. I was sad about that for a long time. I don't think my parents have really gotten over it yet. I had an older sister that died just a year before that when she had a bad reaction to the anesthesia the doctors used to put her to sleep before they took her tonsils out. They said the reaction happened because she didn't tell them she'd been using cocaine. I don't know. Maybe that's true, and maybe it isn't. I just know my sister's dead, and so is my brother. I try not to dwell on them too much. I was really close to both of them. 

I have another sister. Her name is Laurie. Oddly. She and I aren't really that close. She was much closer to Kaleb, that was my brother, than she ever was to me. We got closer after Michelle died. Then we got even closer after Kaleb died, but we're still not quite like most sisters. Maybe it's because we're so different. She's really wild. I mean really wild. I'm not exactly pure, and I'm certainly not a virgin, but she's been with a lot of guys. I mean a lot. She doesn't know I know about it, but she even turns tricks. She's been doing it for a while. I think she did it the first few times just for the fun of it. Kind of like on a dare. But after that, she just kept doing it because to her it is easy money. 

She's really street smart. She barely finished high school and she's not that much in the way of book smarts, but she's a Rhode Scholar in real life matters. I'm just the opposite. I'm very book smart, but I don't seem to know my way around the streets at all. My sister Michelle was both. Sally, that's my mom, says if someone could put Laurie and me together, they'd have Michelle. I look a lot like her. More so than Laurie anyway. I'm almost as tall as she was. I'm five-nine, and Michelle was five-ten. Laurie's only five-five. Plus I've got lots of freckles, just like Michelle had. Laurie's whole complexion is a smooth dark brown. She doesn't have a freckle or a blemish anywhere. She does have a tattoo on her ass. She's thinking about having her tits done too; hers are really small, while mine are big, round and firm, just like Michelle's were; so that might leave some kind of scar. Without that though, her skin is absolutely perfect. I don't see how. She eats chocolate like it's the staple of life. She smokes around fifty cigarettes a day. And, the only time a piece of fruit or a vegetable ever enters her body is when she uses a cucumber to masturbate with. I won't even get into the amount of coke she packs up her nose. I'd be lying if I said I never had an occasional drink or a cigarette, and I've been talked into the odd line of cocaine, but Laurie acts like the stuff has no consequence whatsoever. I mean none. 

Still. She's Laurie and I love her, and being Laurie works for her. To tell you the truth, being Kelli hasn't really been working so well for me. As smart as I supposedly am, I seem to screw up a lot. One of my perpetual screw-ups is what led to the events of this story. I'm heading into my senior year at St. Joseph's Academy in Arlington, TX. Where, as I already mentioned, I live with my parents. I've been dating my best friend Cathy Diaz's brother for over a year now. Timmy is beginning his sophomore year at the University of Texas. Laurie warned me that college guys only hold onto their high school girlfriends so they'll have a sure piece of ass set aside for the weekends they come home to get their laundry done. Cathy even said similar things to me, and Timmy is her brother. I refused to listen to either though, and doggedly stayed with the belief that Timmy and I are different. Can you spell S-T-U-P-I-D? I can. Didn't I tell you how book smart I am? 

Timmy has a friend that played strong safety for the Longhorns last year and got drafted by the Jacksonville Jaguars. He sent Timmy two tickets to their preseason game with the Dolphins and we flew to Florida last Friday to watch the game. I'd been to Dallas games before, but this was the first time I was ever a player's guest and our seats were really cool. Then one of the other players was having a party in their hotel and we got invited along. It seems as if he rented the entire floor of this hotel that was downtown on the St. Johns River. It was beautiful. All the rooms were open and people were going in and out. Buckets of champagne and wine coolers and every kind of drink imaginable were right there with a snap of your fingers. My sensitive nose didn't have any trouble detecting that not all the cigarettes being smoked were Marlboros. That was cool. When one got passed my way, I didn't turn it down. How often does a teenage girl get to party with NFLers anyway? Besides, it's not like it was the first joint I ever toked on. When the mirror, with white lines laid out on it, made it's way to me; I couldn't turn that down either. That would have been rude. 

Somehow, between the wine coolers I drank, and the pot I smoked, and the cocaine I snorted, I lost track of Timmy. Don't ask me how, but while I was in the process of looking for him, I managed to avoid the offers to be kept company that I received from a certain wide receiver and a certain running back that I won't name. Too bad, because when I finally wandered into the right room, I found Timmy shirtless and down to his boxers, lying on a king sized bed, kissing and sucking the nipples of a blonde cheerleader, who oddly enough was only in her panties. Maybe it was the pot, or the booze, or even the coke; but that didn't piss me off. I just thought he must have been waiting for me to come join them and that's why they both still had their underwear on. I know. S-T-U-P-I-D. I'm stupid. 

So, rather than storming off, I started lifting my white tank top over my head. Now, even though I have fooled around with and done some kissing with Cathy, I wasn't really into the idea of having sex with this cheerleader. Still, I know the idea of a threesome turned Timmy on. What guy doesn't it turn on? And, if watching me go down on this bimbo made it better for him, I was willing. Only problem was, once I was down to my panties, and crawled onto the bed, I discovered that the bimbo wasn't quite as willing to share her new discovery. Just because the guy's girlfriend was willing to eat her pussy for him didn't mean she wanted the girlfriend taking that dive. 

So. Embarrassing scenario number one occurred when she called me a dyke and told me to get away. Much worse was when she told Timmy to get rid of the dyke or she was leaving. Now, most of you are probably thinking Timmy told her that was no way to talk to his girlfriend that she was the one that should leave. If that's what you're thinking, then you're just as S-T-U-P-I-D stupid as I am. No. Timmy told me to leave. Right. Me. Not the blonde, bimbo, cheerleader he'd only met half an hour ago. Me. The girl he'd know since forever. 

I was in shock as I stumbled from the bed and snatched up my clothes. Fortunately, I had enough sense to put them back on before I exited into the hallway. Unfortunately, I was out of the hotel and walking along the river walkway before I realized that I had next to no money and Timmy had both tickets back to Texas. 

I was about five blocks from the hotel before I really started thinking about what I was going to do. I mean, shit. Here I was a couple of thousand miles from home with seventeen dollars in my purse and no ticket. I'd say shit again, but that doesn't even begin to describe what I was in. Deep shit maybe, but not plain shit. 

I fished into my purse and dug out my cell phone. I might be the one that can solve differential equations in my head, while Laurie only passed Algebra II because she blew her teacher the day of the final; but I trusted Laurie to know what to do about this a hell of a lot more than I trusted me. Only problem was I got her voice mail when I called. Fuck! What was I going to do now? I went ahead and left Laurie a message, "Laurie. It's Kelli. I'm in more shit than I know what to do about. Please call me back on my cell and tell me what to do."

I closed my phone and dropped it back in my purse. I gave marginal thought to calling Cathy, but I knew she'd have about as much clue as to what I should do as I did. For about half a millisecond, I thought about calling my mom; but there is no fucking way I'd put myself through that kind of torture unless it was life and death. Were I just a little bit smarter, and I were I just a tab bit more sober, it probably would have occurred to me that walking the streets after dark in the clothes I was wearing actually was on the verge of being life and death for me. 

As a matter of fact, when I reached back into my purse to pull out a cigarette to try to calm my nerves, a blue Nissan Frontier pulled up to the curb I was standing at, just as I placed the cigarette to my lips. The passenger window rolled down, and a sort of cute guy asked me if I needed a light. Since I hadn't been able to find any matches in my purse, I clinched the cigarette between my teeth, shrugged my shoulders and said, "Seems so."

He handed me out the truck's lighter, and I took it from him so I could hold it to my cigarette. After it was lit and I was blowing out a stream of smoke, I handed the lighter back to him. He had nice hands. Strong looking. I like a guy with strong hands. I hate guys that have hands that look like they belong on a girl. I handed the lighter back to him and said, "Thanks."

As he was putting the lighter back in place, I noticed the driver for the first time. He was kind of cute too, but not as cute as his buddy. He had blond hair. Hair so blond it was almost white. I like that. He looked like he'd had an acne problem when he was younger, so his face was a little scarred up and he had a long pointed nose, but he was still rugged looking and I like that. Rugged gets me going. 

Now, if they'd asked me if I wanted a ride, I'm just dumb enough that I would have thought they were being sweet. As it was, the one nearest me said, "We're looking for a date."

Even I am not so dumb that I haven't heard that asking for a date was code for trying to pick up a hooker. But, I'm also not so smart that I didn't realize that he hadn't just chosen his words poorly. So, I thought I'd tease him a little about his accidental pun. Yeah. I know. S-T-U-P-I-D. I'm stupid. Anyway, in my attempt to be cute, I said, "I might be. Y'all aren't cops, are you?"

They both shook their heads and the driver said, "No way, baby."

There was a bit of an edge to this guy's voice that his friend didn't have. I still wasn't catching on yet though. So, I said, "Cool. How much?"

At this point, you're probably really wondering how I got fifteen hundred on my SAT. Well join the club, because pretty much everybody wonders that. To my asinine question, the passenger said, "We'll give you fifty bucks to suck us both off."

Like I said, I'm not overly streetwise. But, I'm not THAT dumb, so it finally hit me. I thought about the white cotton tank top I was wearing with no bra underneath it. I thought about the way the temp had dropped about twenty degrees in the last hour, and my nipples that were now about an inch long were poking out against the fabric of the tank top. I thought about the way it rode up above my belly button and combined with the low riding shorts I was wearing showed everyone that wanted to look my twin-balled stud pierced through my navel. I thought about how short my shorts actually were, and how well they revealed every inch of thigh that there was of my well-tanned legs. Not to mention the good amount of butt cheeks they also showed. As that all ran through my mind, it hit me. OH FUCK! THESE GUYS REALLY THINK I'M A HOOKER!

"Uhhhh-" I stuttered. " I think there's been a misunderstanding here."

At that, the driver snapped impatiently, "Okay. We'll give you fifty bucks a piece to blow us both."

I shook my head and stepped away from the curb. They both angrily flipped me off and shouted something about me being a fucking cunt as they peeled away. I was so shook up that I nearly dropped my cigarette. I took two or three deep drags and used it to light a second one before I discarded it to the street. No sooner had I tossed the cigarette butt to the pavement before a beautiful, black, stretch limo was pulling to a stop along side the curb I stood at. Oh shit, I thought. Here we go again.

But, to my relief, when the curbside window lowered, I heard a familiar voice and saw a familiar face. "Kelli," he said in his charming British accent. He looks like Sean Connery, but his voice is pure Cary Grant. "What are you doing here all by yourself?"

It was Laurie's friend, Paul. She referred to him as her friend anyway, but even I knew she was his mistress. She didn't mind me knowing, but she tried to keep it from Sally. Sally would never stop bitching if she knew Laurie was fucking with a married man. I'd only met him three or four times, but I was still so fucking happy to see him, I nearly pissed my shorts. "Oh my God, Paul," I said as I waved my hands and jumped up and down on the sidewalk. "Thank God you're here. I'm in such deep shit."

The door opened and he said, "Get in the car, child, before someone mistakes you for a streetwalker."

It was one of those super luxury models that had two seats turned so that they faced each other. It even had a bar and other amenities between them. I couldn't help but giggle at his comment as I crawled into the car and sat in the seat facing opposite of Paul. As soon as he shut the door, he asked, "What's so funny?"

"Two guys just offered me fifty bucks a piece to perform a certain service for them."

"What service was that?"

At that point, I turned to my right to see that I was not the lone occupant of the seat facing Paul. "Howie," Paul said sternly. "Don't be rude. She's only a child."

"I'm not a child," I said indignantly. I didn't really realize at the time, but I must have been slurring my words quite a bit. I'm not that much of a drinker, and I'd had quite a few wine coolers back in that hotel. 

"Of course she's not a child," the man Paul had referred to as Howie said. Howie, I thought. Hmmm. Oh shit! This can't be that Howie. Laurie and her friend Amanda had had quite a time with him in the back seat of a Mercedes while they were in Amsterdam two summers ago. That, while his son Harvey was driving the Mercedes with Laurie's friend Taylor gaving him a blowjob as he drove. Taylor had been the one to tell me about it of course. Laurie still tried to shield me from such things. Silly bitch. 

I suddenly felt his hand resting gently on my shoulder. It was a strong hand. Did I tell you I have a thing for hands? "Huh?" I said.

The hand rubbed my shoulder softly. "I asked if you wanted a drink."

"Howie," Paul said. "She's too young for a drink."

"Jesus, Paul," I said. "You act like I'm twelve or something. I'm a big girl who has had a drink or two before."

"I'd say you've already had more than a drink or two tonight."

I giggled again and said, "That and a few other things."

"Really," Howie said. Intrigued, his hand sliding down and rubbing my back. Nice. "What other things?"

"Well," I said as I leaned my head to one side and sighed as Howie's hand moved to my neck. "Just things."

His fingers felt so good that I didn't even notice the straps of my tank top being slid down over my shoulders and onto my arms. It seemed the natural thing to do to just lean my body back into his and let him work. I felt his lips on my neck and moaned. I heard Paul scolding him again and wanted to tell Paul to shut the fuck up myself, but Howie beat me to it. "Shut up and enjoy it, Paul. You know she's too sweet to resist."

Without conviction, Paul replied, "She's Laurie's sister."

"Uh-huh," Howie said between placing kisses on my neck. His hands had stopped rubbing my shoulders and were now cupping my tits. I gasped as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. He whispered in my ear and I raised my arms in obedience to his command. With my arms up, he lifted my tank top up over them and off of my body, exposing my breasts for both he and Paul to admire. 

His hands returned to my boobs as his lips returned to my neck. A glance in Paul's direction let me see him fidgeting in the seat as his hand dropped and began to rub his erection through his trousers. Howie had seen it too and whispered in my ear again. I smiled and dropped to my knees in front of him. All thoughts of protecting me must have left his mind, because his legs opened as soon as my knees hit the floor of the car, and as my hand reached for his zipper, he softly whispered, "Yes."

I freed his erection from the confines of his trousers and leaned my lips down to the head of his cock. As I let Paul's dick slip into my mouth, I felt Howie's hands working my shorts and panties down my thighs and to my knees. I lifted up so that he could pull them the rest of the way off. Somehow, my tennis shoes had been removed without me even realizing it, leaving me naked in the car with the two men. 

Paul gasped as I sucked harder on his cock and I moaned inwardly as I felt Howie's fingers work magic on my slit. Oh shit! Goddamn that felt good!

My legs opened and I felt something being rubbed up and down the length of my moist pussy lips. It felt bigger than anything I had ever felt against my pussy before. I wanted to turn and look, but Paul held my head down on his cock as he began to cum. Though it's not my favorite thing in the world to do, I had no choice but to swallow him and keep swallowing as he sprayed the back of my throat with his load. 

I continued to suck for all I was worth trying to get every last drop out of him. His semen tasted different from Timmy's. I've heard that diet has something to do with how semen tastes. I wonder if that's true. As I finished sucking Paul, I felt the most mind-bending stretch I'd ever imagined as Howie's cock shoved into my cunt. 

He'd worked the head in as I finished and Paul let his hands fall off of my head so that I could lift up and scream, "Oh my God! That's so fucking big!"

Howie continued and pushed about an inch more into me, and I screamed again, "Oh shit! Oh fucking shit! It's too fucking big! Stop. Stop. STOP!"

He stopped, but didn't pull out, so I whimpered, "Please. Take it out. You're too big."

"Shhh," he said. "I'll go slow. I'm big, but I've yet to meet the girl that couldn't take it."

"Please," I whimpered again, but he had resumed his pushing. The pain was so intense; I thought I'd pass out. I had been with three guys other than Timmy and none of them were anywhere near this big. Taylor had told me she thought Howie was around nine or ten inches and thicker than any cock she'd ever seen. And, believe me, Taylor's seen a lot of cocks.

Oddly, enough, Paul began to stroke my hair and as Howie was about halfway in I began to relax. Then Paul's fingers left my hair and slid their way down underneath me until he was stroking my clit as Howie pushed his cock the rest of the way into me. The feeling of being stretched like that is indescribable. It felt like someone had shoved his or her whole arm inside me. God, Paul's fingers on my clit felt good though. Then, Howie began to inch his way out of me. He pulled back about an inch at first. Then he pushed it back in all the way. He did this ten or a dozen times before he pulled out a little more than an inch and pushed it back in all the way. Then with each stroke, he pulled out a little further on the outstroke, until finally only the tip was left still inside me. 




Too Sweet to Resist



By that time, I'd adjusted to the size of his cock and was pushing back to meet his strokes and was groaning and purring with pleasure at the combined magic of Howie's cock pumping in and out of me and Paul's fingers manipulating my clit. After what seemed like a lifetime, my orgasm built up inside me and exploded with such force that I can't believe my screams didn't shatter the limo's glass. 

As my screams began to subside, I felt Howie's cum oozing down my leg and dripping from the lips of my pussy. At that point, I suddenly realized he'd fucked me without a condom and went into an immediate panic. "Oh shit! Oh fucking shit! You just came inside me!"

Howie laughed and said, "I usually do when I fuck a girl."

"Do you usually fuck girls who aren't on the pill?"

As his smile faded, my phone rang. I answered it without looking at the caller ID and heard Laurie's voice, "What the fuck is going on, Kelli?"

I groaned and said, "Oh fuck, Laurie. I'm in even deeper shit now than I was before when I called."

Not knowing what else I could say to her, I just pressed the end call button and dropped the phone back on the seat. Did I mention being S-T-U-P-I-D stupid?