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Glen

By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER



I'm gay. I'm gay and I do not care who knows I am gay but I am gay with happiness, gay with excitement, and gay with the pleasure of him. I miss him when he is not with me. I miss him when I cannot have him but I have to work and he is never there with me when I am driving to and from work but I wish he was with me. I am so lonely without him. He blanks my thoughts when he is with me. He satisfies me and fills my need for him.

I did not know that I was gay. How could I? I always thought I was a well adjusted heterosexual man who loved women but I am hopelessly in love with a 21-year-old Scotsman named, Glen.

I do not care if I am the only one who loves him or if there are others who love him, too. That does not make a difference to me so long as he is there when I need him. He does not have to be faithful to me. Matter of fact it is more exciting when I can share the pleasure of him with another. I do not care if he has been used and abused by others who were in desperation for him to be by their sides, so long as I can count on him to be by my side when it is my time to be with him. 

Yet, for the brief time he is with me, he is mine, all mine, and I love him. I really, really love him. Bought and paid for, during our limited time together, he belongs to me and I to him. Whenever we are together, we are as one. He fills me up and I swallow all of him, always.

I am old enough to be his father, yet I am in love with a 21-year-old. How can that be? I always preferred women for my companionship, so this is very new for me. Now, sometimes and I am finding out more and more times, I prefer his company to that of the company of women, especially if the women who I obviously care for has hurt me and rebuffed me. Then, I will go down to my favorite bar and seek out the company and close personal companionship of my young friend. Then, later, I will bring him home with me and back to my room and we will share some private moments together. I love him.

It was a decade ago that I was first introduced to him. Until then, I did not know such pleasure existed. Now, I look for his familiar shape, will not settle for another, and have done without until I find him, again. He is my favorite, my joy, my best friend, my preferred companion, my best buddy, and my friend, especially at night, yes, especially at night, when I am alone, lonely, depressed, or sad or if I just want and need to relax.

I want him always. I want all of him now. I love the taste of him. I want to savor him, drink him, and guzzle him. I love the smell of him and the feel of him on my lips and in my mouth. He is so fine, so smooth, and he never fails to satisfy me.

Glen, I love you and I am not ashamed to say it. I do not care who knows that I love you, but I do. I'm gay. I'm giddy with being gay.

The first time I smelled and tasted him, I was intoxicated with his delight. His bouquet drove me wild. It is a masculine fragrance of cherries and oak with a touch of sweet sherry. The color of him is like that of dark amber. He is my image of a man, a man's man, a manly man, and a macho man.

The first time I held him, held him up to the light and looked at him, he drove me wild with anticipation. The first time he touched my lips, I was wild with excitement. He seduces me with his taste and intoxicates me with his liquid. When I take him past my lips and swirl him around in my mouth, he fills me with wet warm pleasure that I have never experience with anyone or anything before.

I take a pinch of him every evening and savor his pleasure late at night until I cannot stand it any more and must imbibe in another dram of him.

Glen Livet, my favorite 21-year-old, single malt scotch, I love you.

Glen Alder



© Sir Will 2005

Lisa looked around her at the big dimly lit room. The dark bookcases, the pictures that hung from one wall, the heavy velvet curtains pulled tightly shut and all but deadening the sound of the heavy rain which fell outside. How had she got herself into this bizarre situation. Oh how she now wished she had listened to her friends, to her husband, even her children All had told her that it was just stupid to go searching for your ancestors in the middle of winter in Scotland.

Twenty-four hours ago she had been with her family in their small hotel suite on the outskirts of London. They had a nice evening in the West End of London, put the kids to bed and she and her husband of fifteen years had enjoyed one of those all too rare evenings alone. Love making, that quiet, assured, pleasant activity, had developed over the last fifteen years. The raw early emotion and passion of their relationship had long ago begun to ebb. Lisa believed herself to have a happy marriage. Todd and she had been childhood sweethearts and the whole township knew that they would marry as soon as it was seemly. But now, passion for Lisa came in two, non-physical, forms.

First was the passion for romance and excitement. A passion which had found a constant fuel in the cheap novels which she bought at the local Seven-Eleven. She enjoyed the intrigue, the deceit, the powerful love and, yes, the raw passion that always brought the main characters together. She had always wondered, fleetingly, about the true passion, the erotic encounters which went un-mentioned in these stories. The female usually melting into the hero's arms, a deep smouldering kiss, the close embrace - the next chapter!

Second was that passion which had brought her to this forbidding place. It was the passion to learn more about her mixed ancestry. Her parents had both passed away relatively early; the task of sitting down to talk (and write down) those childhood stories about the "Good 'ol Days" had remained undone. Now she was trying to remedy that; to learn more about that Scots, Irish, Afro-American cocktail which had formed her genes and her being.

She had spent hours on the internet, using some of her allowance to explore genealogy web sites to trace her roots, especially the Scots line of her maternal grandmother. They intrigued her, the family was well documented and she had been able to go back three generation and find the birth records in the mid-18th century baptismal records in Mallaig. She had copies and they showed the home to be Glen Alder but where was this place? The place name did not exist. Of course she had found Mallaig, the small port in Western Scotland from where the steamers went to the Western Isles. She had ordered and received a detailed map of the area from Borders but nothing of the name Alder was to be found in this part of Scotland.

She had given up hope.

Then a visit to a local second-hand bookshop had produced the find she was looking for. A slim volume "Ramblings in Western Scotland" had a small fold-out map at the back and there, as plain as anything, was the words "Glen Alder House". There could be no mistake it was there and just off the main road. Perhaps the house had been renamed? Lisa didn't care. She had found what she was looking for and now this working trip for her husband come holiday had provided the opportunity to see for herself.

An early flight from Heathrow, a hire car at the airport, all the maps she had and Lisa was off. She had barely left the outskirts of Glasgow and found the A82 when the sky had turned grey, then black as rain, increasingly heavy, started to fall. She stopped for lunch at a roadside inn and then for coffee and some cake at very small cafe just north of Fort William. She had asked if anybody knew of Glen Alder, but only blank looks and a shrug of weary shoulders had been obtained from the lady behind the counter. It was now getting dark, but she resolved to press on. Could she find the road to Glen Alder before heading into Mallaig for her pre-booked overnight at Mrs Armstrong's B&B. She set off again peering through the windscreen, past the wipers now on full speed.

What was that on the left? A road, well more like a track, but wide, leading off between two high stone walls, built like the gateway to some large house. It was the right area, it was on the right side of the road. Could it be? She pulled the wheel and turned in. The gravel road stretched before her into the darkness, the first 20 yards illuminated by the car headlamps. She could see no house, no buildings, nothing. She drove on. How far, a mile perhaps two and then BANG.

The wheel lurched in her hands, the car veered. She was powerless to stop the slide into the ditch. She remembered hearing the rain and the engine racing and then all was silence. A black silence.

"Miss; are you OK?" She nodded; her hurt head. She heard the rain, but no engine. She looked around. This was not her car. It looked like the inside of a farmer's vehicle, plain and austere. In the pale light she could just make out the shadow of a man. "Are you OK?" The shadow spoke again. She was aware of his dress, camouflage fatigues, a dark woollen ski hat pulled down over his head, his face painted in black paint. The figure moved towards her and reached out to touch her, she recoiled, and then fell back against the side of the vehicle as it started to move.

"We will take you to the house. They will check you over before the boss has a chat with you." The shadow did not wait for answer, but turned to look out through the front windscreen and the two pale beams of light which illuminated the road. She could not ask a question, her brain was still foggy and. in any case and she thought it better to wait until they arrived at wherever they were going.

The journey did not take long and soon she was being led through the imposing doors of a large house. Few lights seemed to be on as she moved into a well lit hallway. Suits of armour stood at the foot of a long wide staircase, large oil paintings - portraits of long dead people - hung from the walls which were panelled in a dark oak.

She followed the shadow to a small room just off the main hallway and was ushered in. "Somebody will be with you in a few minutes" and the shadow was gone. The room was well lit and looked for all the world like a doctors consulting room. A large desk, an examination table, some small chests and a screen were virtually all that was in the room. She looked around the walls - no oil paintings here, just the wood panels and ....... She looked higher. Near the ceiling was a small camera, the little red light seemed to wink at her. What was that doing in a doctor's room? Was somebody watching? Her feeling of unease was cut short as two people entered the room by a side door in the panels. Both female, one was dressed in a crisp nurse's uniform, the other in a simple tweed suit.

"Good Evening" the tweed suit asked breezily, "How's the head?"

"Fine, just a bit sore" Lisa spoke softly, still unsure of her surroundings.

"Lets have a quick look at you, sit over here please and let me examine you" the tweed suit spoke with a level of authority that Lisa was sure came from years of ordering people around. No bedside manner, just cold efficiency. Lisa sat on the chair while she was examined, pencil lights into her eyes, a finger tip examination of her scalp, reflex tests on her knees. the tight bandage around her arm as her blood pressure was taken. All performed in silence except for various figures spoken by the tweed suit and written onto a clip board by the nurse.

"Nothing to worry about; just some mild concussion from hitting your head. You will have a bit of bruise and a headache but that's all. Be fine in a day or so." For the first time the tweed suit smiled at her. An almost reassuring smile that at another time, and in another place, would have put her at ease. Now it just lowered Lisa's sense of anxiety.

"Go with the nurse and she will get you some coffee and the boss will see you and explain." Not waiting for an answer she disappeared through the panel door. Lisa felt the nurse behind her and rose from the chair to follow her out of the room, back down the hall and off into a much larger room near the front door. Lisa looked around, unaware until she heard the click of the door that the nurse had turned on her heels and left her inside the room.

This room was much grander. A large desk in one corner was augmented with several large comfortable looking sofas arranged in front of a fireplace in which a log fire was burning. Book shelves filled two walls, pictures a third and large windows behind the desk the fourth wall. Heavy velvet curtains were pulled tightly over the windows, but the light from the fire and the dim room lighting gave the whole a warm comforting glow. In front of one settee was a small tray on which a pot of coffee, a cup and some biscuits had been placed.

Lisa moved over and sat on the sofa. Carefully, with a hand shaking slightly, she poured herself a cup of coffee and settled into the sofa to await "the Boss".

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Lisa shook herself, aware that she was on the point of dozing off and stood up. The log fire still burned in front of her. She felt the coffee pot - stone cold. She had fallen asleep. For how long? What time was it? Even, what day was it? She could hear the sound of the rain still against the windows. How had she got herself into this bizarre situation? Oh how she now wished she had listened to her friends, to her husband, even her children. All had told her that it was just stupid to go searching for your ancestors in the middle of winter in Scotland.

Lisa heard the soft click of the door and turned to see a man approaching her across the room. She was immediately drawn to his smile - a broad smile which spread across his face and lit up his deep blue eyes. As he reached out his hand to shake hers, she was aware of his height, over 6 foot she imagined and his build, broad shoulders and the bearing of somebody who obviously took care of himself and his fitness. Her hand was lost in his as he squeezed it gently. "Please take a seat" the smile showed her the way to chair now in front of the large desk and held it for her as she sat down.

"I expect you are wondering what all this is about?" the smile changed to a questioning look.

"Well yes" Lisa started, "I can remember turning off the main road and then nothing much apart from being brought here and being seen by the doctor . Then I think I must have dozed off for a few minutes on the sofa." Lisa blurted it all out, anxious to get her story across.

The man smiled "Quite a long nap I would say, but you are safe and no harm done" the smile slipped slightly as he went on "we don't get many visitors here so we need to know what brought you to our little corner of Scotland." He raised an eyebrow - that quizzical look again. "I'm Peter Sanders by the way Lisa, but Peter is fine." Lisa, the word hit her like a thunderbolt - he knew her name, she became aware for the first time that she did not have her bag with her. Of course, he must have her passport. She relaxed slightly.

"So, if you can, tell me in your own words, what brought you here." Lisa sensed that the cheery disposition had slipped slightly and that Peter had shifted into a more official, authoritative mode. She started to explain how her mixed ancestry had driven her to search out her roots and how she had taken this opportunity to try and trace her grandmother's line which was based around this part of Scotland. Mention of her visit made her pause - her family her husband, they would be missing her. She should call.

Peter looked up from the pad on which he was writing notes "What's the matter?" asked with just a hint of real sympathy.

"My husband and children" Lisa replied with concern and some panic in her voice "they will be missing me." "I should have called."

Peter wrote something on his pad "we will look into that and put their minds at rest if needed." Lisa wondered about the "we," who was "we" and how would they know how to contact them.

"My bag - it has ....." she started to look around but Peter stopped her to simply say "we have the information. Don't worry, they may not even be worrying about you yet."

"Oh my husband will" Lisa almost snapped back, "he is so possessive, he would be expecting me to call. Perhaps if I could just call ....... leave a message?"

Peter looked at her, his eyes seeming to be a deeper blue now "Possessive you say?" Lisa quickly nodded "I am surprised he let you come here alone then. In the middle of winter; leaving him in London."

Peter's words rang like alarm bells. He was right; it was so unlike Todd to even let her out of his sight for more than a few hours. Now here they were in Europe and he had let her go to the west of Scotland, alone. Why? How did this man opposite know where Todd was? Of course her bag, the hotel name was there. Had he already made contact? Lisa could feel the situation becoming more unreal, like something from a Le Carre novel!

"Please continue" Peter's voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked back into those eyes once more; they seemed so deep, impenetrable. She could feel them looking into her as if he could read her mind, her thoughts. The smile, the disarming smile which spread over his face, a face full of sympathy, as if he knew he had touched a raw nerve and then retreated from the consequences.

Lisa did continue, but her narrative lacked concentration and she started to stumble over her words. She explained about her search for Glen Alder, the fact that she could not find it on the map, then the second-hand book with its amateurish hand drawn map.

Throughout, Peter looked at her still wearing that sympathetic smile, occasionally looking down at his notes until she stopped. Lisa looked back at him, looking for some sign that her story was to be believed, that perhaps she could continue her search and return to her family in London. "So you came here searching for somewhere called Glen Alder did you? Mmmmm." Peter looked down and turned the page. "Tell me about your husband."

Lisa was startled. "What? Um why?" she stumbled unsure of this new, unexpected turn in the conversation. Peter smiled that smile again "Please" the politeness gave away that this seemed to be an instruction, an order even.

"Well" Lisa began, "he is a good man we were childhood sweethearts and he has been moderately successful and looked after us well." "We have two children and his work brought him to London and we tagged along for the ride." Peter was making notes, Lisa was unsure if this was what he wanted to hear or not. "I am sure he loves us" and then added, with a flashback to his possessive nature, "I am sure he loves me."

Peter looked up from his notes and into Lisa's face once more. That soul searching look "I am sure he does." Peter's comment direct to the point but perhaps with a hint of knowing that this might not be the whole picture.

"When are you due back in London?" Peter's change of direction once again catching her off guard. "Ermm ... day after tomorrow." "Which is?" Peter was looking down again, didn't he know the answer? "Friday" she added quickly, "we need to move on to Europe on Saturday."

"OK" said Peter finally, "I just need to check on a few things and I will be back. I will get some lunch sent in for you and be back as quick as I can." He rose from the chair, picked up his note pad and headed for the door "Don't worry" and he was gone.

Lisa turned around. Lunch? What was the time? She rose to go to the window but was interrupted by a noise behind her. A door opened and a thin man dressed like a butler entered with a small tray which he set down on the desk. A chicken salad was revealed when he lifted the lid. She was about to say "Thanks - my favourite" or something equally trite when he bowed and said "We hope this has been prepared the way you like it." She was shocked - no speechless! How did they know she liked chicken, salads, CHICKEN SALAD?

That feeling of unease swept over her again. She picked at the food and then, surprised that she was hungry, ate more heartily until all had disappeared. She drank the tall glass of fresh orange juice (another favourite) and sat back in the chair. All was quiet, even the rain seemed to have stopped. She went to the window and pulled the curtain. 

The disappointment that the window was shuttered was almost too much. She looked more closely and could see through a broken shutter. A vast lawn opened out in front of the window. It seemed to go on for ever, framed by flowering shrubs of some description, all bathed in a weak sunlight. Beyond was the grey outline of some mountains, still swathed in dark rain clouds.

"I must get the shutter fixed." Lisa jumped out of her skin at the sound of Peter's voice. "Come and sit down I have some news for you." The smile had returned, reassuring but somehow, well Lisa could not quite work out what but there was something; a something which she found intriguing but mysterious.

She followed Peter over to the sofas and they both sat down, but on different sofas facing each other on either side of the now dying fire.

"We have made sure that your husband and children are OK" Peter began, "they have been enjoying themselves visiting the sights. They don't appear to be expecting to hear from you until tomorrow. They obviously think of Scotland as a foreign land with little communications." He smiled at his comment, that warm smile again. "So, no need to worry."

"We are still checking a few other things but I am sure we can let you go in the morning." Peter was looking as though this comment should reassure Lisa, but for her part she could not understand what there was to check. She was just a simple girl from the mid-West trying to trace her family tree after all.

"What are you checking?" Lisa began to get agitated and not a little worried. What if they found out something about her which might stop her being released? 'No that's silly' she thought 'there is nothing.'

"Well" began Peter, "you are here and you have no right to be here. The public are not allowed here and certainly not a foreign national." Lisa started to worry about the type of place this was. "We have to be very careful and you appear to know some things which you should not."

"What things? I don't know anything about this place. I don't even know where I am." Lisa was now starting to panic.

"You know this place as Glen Alder" the words rang like alarm bells "but that is classified information." While Lisa was trying to take in these words - classified = secret - Peter continued, "You also come from an interesting part of the US as well."

Interesting? What was interesting about her home state? "I don't understand."

Peter looked at her, those eyes again seeming to bore into her mind; reading it. "Well," Peter's eyes now bored into her, looking for some reaction, "your government has a number of installations in your neighbourhood which are ..." a pause, still looking for a reaction " are shall we say not very well known."

Lisa was even more confused, she knew of no military or government establishments anywhere near her home except for the state guard barracks just down the road. "I I I don't know anything about that" her voice now pleading "I'm just here to search for my ancestors. I'm not some sort of spy."

Spy - the word made Peter smile, why did people watch all those James Bond films, nobody in his job ever used the word. "I'm sure your right, but we just need to check. It will take a few more hours and then, tomorrow morning, we will take you back."

Lisa was both relieved and concerned. Why would it take until tomorrow? "She started to ask the question "Why ...." But was cut short by Peter raising a hand.




Glen Alder



"It is not for me to set the time, but we need reports from America and the clock is against us. I have arranged for your bag to be put into one of our guest rooms so you can change. Perhaps you would like to join me for dinner?" Peter was looking at her, that warm disarming smile spread across his face. "It's not the Savoy, but it's not bad."

Peter watched Lisa as a look of resignation spread over her face. "Everything will be fine" he said rising from the sofa to pull a cord by the fireplace, "Mary the nurse will show you to your room and get anything you need."

Peter smiled again and left, as Mary the nurse re-entered the room. "Let me show you your room." She had changed from the starched uniform and was now in simple slacks and a sweater. 

Lisa followed her up the staircase and then down a long corridor. They passed many rooms all with doors tight shut until they came to a second staircase. This narrow flight of stairs led them up to a small landing with just four doors, one of which Mary opened and led Lisa inside..

The room was sumptuously furnished, a big four poster bed dominated the room and the walls were covered with more paintings of stags and Scotsmen. Mary opened a door in the panelling to reveal a small en-suite shower room. "I hope you don't mind," she spoke with a soft Scots accent, "we checked through your bag. Nothing has been removed." She smiled and went on "We have also put a dress in your size in the wardrobe - you may like to wear that for dinner with the boss?" Mary smiled, the look telling Lisa that it would probably be better for her to dress appropriately for dinner. They seemed to be full of surprises, now even a dress shop. Lisa weakly smiled back at Mary.

"If you need anything, just ring" Mary pointed at a bell in the wall near the door, "We will come for you in a couple of hours." Mary smiled again and turned and went out through the door they had entered by. Lisa heard the soft click of the latch and then the quiet noise of the lock being turned. Clearly she was not expected to move from the room! She inspected the room, and then went to her bag and took out the modest few things she had brought with her for the two nights she expected to be away. She put her spare clothes in the wardrobe and spotted the simple red dress that hung alone on the hanger. She checked the size - it was indeed hers. She placed her spare underwear carefully in one of drawers and then immediately took out a clean bra and panties and headed for the bathroom. If she was right, she had been in these clothes for nearly two days and a shower was definitely in order.

She spent a long time under the shower, enjoying the warm sharp spray. When she finished she wrapped herself in one of the large fluffy towels and returned to the main bedroom. There was expensive cologne on the dresser and a hair dryer. If she was going to dinner in her family house, Lisa decided, she ought to make the effort to look the part. She took her time to get ready, the last step being to slip into the red cocktail dress. She smoothed it over her rounded hips and admired herself in the full-length mirror. "Mmmm not bad" she thought as she smoothed the material over her nicely rounded hips – no lines; she was glad she had packed some of her better underwear rather than the practical stuff! She was still in front of the mirror when, exactly two hours after Lisa had entered the room, Mary returned to escort her to dinner. 

Lisa noticed that Mary had changed again, now wearing something a bit more formal, but not to the standard of Lisa's dress – had she misread the signals and gone over the top? She was taken through one of other small doors on her landing and then down a small narrow corridor and, finally, through a large door at the end into a small room. Unlike the other rooms she had been into, the furnishings here were more modern, a couple of very soft looking sofa around the fireplace, plenty of book shelves lining the walls and a small dining table in the corner, already laid with just two places. "Make yourself comfortable" Mary's soft voice floated into her as she looked around the room, "Peter will be here very shortly." With that she left Lisa to take in more of her surroundings.

A soft click announced Peter's arrival through the other door. He moved silently across the carpet towards her, hand outstretched towards her "Well Lisa you look wonderful" Lisa could see those blue eyes twinkle and move quickly, taking her all in " I hope you don't mind eating here in my quarters, its so much nicer that the main mess." He took Lisa's hand and raised it to his lips. Lisa felt his firm grip: nearly too tight, a complete contrast to the soft kiss place on the back of her hand. Lisa smiled and, inwardly, a secret smile at the thought that people still did this in England.

Peter suggested a drink and without waiting for a reply, poured two glasses of chilled champagne from the bottle neatly placed on the small table by the sofa. "To a pleasant evening" Peter raised his glass. Lisa raised hers and touched it with a bell like clink "Yes, thank you."

Lisa found, as the evening progressed, that she was warming to this man. He was clearly very intelligent, he was also easy to talk to and, there was always that smile. As the simple dinner progressed they talked about her life in America, what she did, what she liked and disliked. Her interests; tracing her family history. The occasional visit by a young smartly dressed waiter did little to stop the flow of the pleasant social conversation. As the sweets were served the emphasis changed and Lisa found herself asking questions of Peter, her own interrogation of this handsome but secretive man. Did he live here all the time? "No but most of the time." Was he married? "No" – divorced because, according to Peter " .. she didn't share my tastes." An answer Lisa thought funny in the extreme but also one which a sixth sense told her not to try and resolve! How long had he been doing this work (whatever this work was)? Could not (would not) say. Did he enjoy it? – a guarded "Yes."

Lisa declined cheese and biscuits and the clean cut waiter brought in a tray of coffee and placed it on the small table by the sofas, before adding a couple of logs onto the fire. "That will be all Brian." Peter's quietly spoken order. "Yes sir. Good night sir." And Brian was gone. "Shall we adjourn to the fireside?" Peter poured coffee and started to explain that picture which hung over the mantle may well be one of Lisa's long lost relatives. The small inscription on the frame simply reading "Third Laird of Glen Alder." At that moment a small buzzer sounded on a telephone and Peter rose to take the call. After a couple of grunts and "OKs"., Peter replaced the handset and said "I just need to pop out for a couple of minutes." Lisa turned to face him as he left the room - that smile again and he was gone.

Lisa sat pondering the painting; did she resemble this bearded, kilted man, with two massive hunting dogs at his feet? She rose from the soft furnishing and moved closer to the painting.

Suddenly she was aware of a presence behind her. She had heard nothing but she knew that somebody was behind her "Striking picture isn't it?" Peter's soft voice spoke close to her ear. She could feel his very being behind her. "I can see some similarities between the Third Laird and you."

"Can you?" Lisa stared into the picture scanning the old man's features, "I am not so sure that I look so similar."

"Well I can see some similarities, but I think you are also like him in other ways;" a long pause, then Peter continued "he had a reputation as a very secretive man, a man who liked to take risks, passionate even."

Lisa was shocked, how did this man she had met only a few hours earlier know what she was like, what went on in her head? She continued to look forward simply stating "What on earth makes you think that? You hardly know me."

"Oh I think I know you very well Lisa, if I am correct, there are things inside your head which you have keep suppressed. Things which even your best friends do not know about you." Lisa started to get worried – it was true she had thoughts about her emotions and fantasised often, but how could he possibly know. She let out a nervous laugh, aware that she may be sending more signals about herself.

She suddenly felt him move closer, his hands resting lightly on her hips, now whispering in her ear "Lisa I am sure I am correct. You need to release those hidden emotions, live those fantasies while you have the chance." She could hear him breath in her cologne, aware now that he had probably selected it for her. "This is crazy Peter, I think I should go to bed." She tried to make it sincere but remained rooted to the spot.

"Lisa, I know that you don't mean that," his hands started to move lightly upwards "you need release and I want to give you that experience." His hands stopped resting along the line of her bra. "Come with me on a journey of discovery, let's discover the true Lisa." His hands remained still, applying just a little pressure to hold her still.

"Peter, this makes no sense, let me go."

"I'm not holding you, you are free to go, but I think you want to stay. " his hands started to move back down her sides "You came to learn about your roots, but I am offering you the chance to learn about you." Peter's hands moved round to her front, gently pulling her back against his firm body. "The real you."

One hand opened and spread over her tummy and the pulled her back against him firmly.

"Peter, I'm a married woman. I can't; shouldn't do .. do .... Do whatever it is you think we/you want to do."

Her words just came out as a jumble. An inner turmoil was starting within her. One voice inside was saying 'walk away, this is wrong, you don't need this,' another was screaming 'stay, find out more, take a risk.'

She could feel Peters breath on her neck, his lips now close to her ear, his warmth making those little hairs stand to attention. "You want what is starting now, you need this Lisa, release those emotions Lisa," the hands started to move, upwards " let yourself be free."

His hands came to rest over her breasts, slowly closing over the mounds, a gentle but firm pressure as Peter's lips moved, for the first time over her neck to her ears, applying featherlike kisses along her skin.

A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped Lisa, released by her subconscious self, "Peter stop, please" her hands went to cover his in a half hearted attempt to pull them away from her bosom.

"I cannot do this, my husband my family, its wrong please, please just let me go."

Her voice sounded firmer, more meaning, but her hands betrayed her inner feelings. There was little attempt to free herself, to remove his hands, to move away from his body which now warmed her back.

"You are very attractive Lisa; beautiful," his hands moved now, more of a caress; upwards to her shoulders, down her arms and back to caress her breasts once again.

Lisa let out a silly little laugh "I'm not pretty, just a humble farm girl. But please Peter; please stop, no more." Her voice was getting weaker now, the sincerity ebbing away.

Peter's right hand continued to caress her breast, but the left moved higher moving her shoulder length hair away from her neck to enable his kisses to continue along her neck. She felt his fingers move again, then heard the sound and finally felt the fresh air on her spine as Peter lowered the single rear zip which held her dress together.

"Peter ..." Lisa's voice stronger now, "please stop this has gone far enough, I'll scream if you don't stop." She heard Peter chuckle as the zip continued to move slowly down her back and Peter's lips followed. "Feel free to express yourself Lisa, nobody can hear us." Lisa panicked "What? .... What do you mean?"

"Simply that the walls are very thick and we are the only ones this side of the house." His lips reached the line of her bra and then returned to continue kissing her neck. With the zip undone, his right hand now moved more easily over her breasts, his squeezes, just that bit harder. Lisa knew she was reacting she could feel her nipples harden inside her bra, her sensible side was telling her to flee, but .......

Suddenly she could feel the material of the dress being moved, Peter's kisses were moving along her shoulder, moving the material of the dress away as he went. As she wrestled with her conscience, she felt the material fall from the point of her shoulder and that right hand did the rest, tugging the material down her arms to expose her upper chest. Panicking, she tried to raise her arms to cover her partially exposed breasts, but the fallen dress now seemed to tie her arms down by her sides; she was powerless to stop that right hand's return to fondle her breast.

"Peter please stop this," she was whimpering, a cry of near desperation, "please, .......... Oh please." 

"Shhh just go with the flow." Peter's voice quiet but firm in her ear. Then she felt him squeeze her right breast again, harder than before and her body reacted, arching back against him as some hidden desire overtook her.

She was just aware that Peter's left hand was undoing the clasp of her bra before the satin and lace feel away to leave her exposed. Both hands now returned, taking her firm breasts into their palms, her small hard nipples trapped between thumb and forefinger. A deep, nearly silent, groan escaped her lips as she felt herself falling into a blissful state - the inevitable result of having a man's hands, touching her over-sensitive nipples. Lisa had often thought that she may reach orgasm simply through her nipples; now here was a man she hardly knew moving her to that euphoric state, using just the right balance of pressure and caress. And there was also his kisses,, now firmer, moving over skin. She could feel his teeth scrape over her pale skin, feel the tips of her ears being drawn slowly into his mouth. She wanted to keep saying no, but the words refused to come out, her body instead pressing back against him.

She could feel herself reaching that high she craved; her breathing became shallower as she sensed the first moisture between her legs. His hands left her breasts for a moment, but only for the moment it took to push her dress and bra down her arms which now hung limply at her sides. The hands returned to continue their delicious torture as her dress fell in a puddle of red cloth at her feet. Lisa now didn't care that a mere satin thong was now all that was between her and total exposure, her body ached for release and she could feel herself rising to that point. Peter was pressing himself into her back, moulding her body against his and she could feel the hardness of him pressed against her bare bottom. One hand now moved down to cover her tummy, leaving the other to continue the caress and the torture of her too hard nipples. That lower hand spread over her stomach and then moved lower, the fingers capturing her mound, using the satin to apply an erotic massage her to her puffy lips. At the first touch of his finger to the top of her slit, Lisa spilled over the edge. A low sound escaped her lips; a "Yesssssss" said softly, almost like a cats purr. Peter felt it too, the sharp intake, the quickening breath, a movement in the lips of her pussy, the backward pressure against him and then, finally, the warm dampness creeping over the satin.

Lisa's mind was racing. This was wrong, what had she just allowed to happen? She had just had a wonderful orgasm, it had taken only minutes, she didn't usually cum that quickly. Certainly not standing up. "Peter please, that was wonderful, but let me go now", then softly adding a further " please."

But Peter continued to hold her against him, the caress to her breasts now feather light, appreciating the sensitivity, the other hand continued to caress her pussy, his fingers tracing the line of her slit and smoothing the satin over the top. "We have only just started on the journey Lisa." The words whispered into her left ear once more. "Turn around."

She remained still, a sixth sense telling her that if she turned she may be lost to this man. "Lisa turn around please." His hands had left her and the voice was now firmer; a quietly spoken order. She remained statue-like, unable to move. "Now" this time Peter's voice was raised slightly with a mere hint of menace. She slowly turned.

"Thank you." Those blue eyes met her brown eyes, looking deeply into her; they scanned Lisa slowly, taking in the near naked body. Lisa felt vulnerable and unprotected. "You are beautiful Lisa, very, very beautiful." Lisa smiled a weak smile and a soft "Thank you" looking downwards.

Peter's hand reached out to cup her chin and lifted her face up, her lips to his. That first touch was like an electric shock, her eyes opened fully to look into Peter's, her lips parted and she felt the tip of his tongue move between them. Her tongue reached out to meet his, to touch it, to try and move around it; tongues caressing. It was the most sensual kiss Lisa could remember, the soft pressure between their lips, two tongues moving around each other, no other contact between them. Slowly, very slowly, Peter moved his head away, his eyes locked with hers. She felt his hands move down her body, suddenly very aware of her nakedness. The fingers gently moved her wet thong to one side, the tips now touching her bare, shaven pussy lips; so warm and slick with her juices. The finger at the bottom of her slit now, slowly moving up, grazing her clit, then it was gone.

Then a finger, the same finger, in front of her touching Peter's tongue; she could see the trace of moisture – her moisture - on the tip as Peter tasted her.. He repeated the caress, the finger moving slightly deeper between her pussy lips, hovering longer over her clitoris; a wetter finger, a longer taste. This time the finger placed at her own lips, allowing her to taste her own juices. Lisa thought they tasted differently from the rare previous times she had tasted herself.

"So sweet ........... so good," there was a slight huskiness about Peter's tone now. This time the finger returned and stayed, stroking her pussy lips, teasing them, ..... caressing them. Patiently coaxing them to unfold, to reveal the wet warmth of her labia and the hardness of her clitoris which, with each stroke, began to emerge from its tight hood.

Lisa could feel a weakness in her knees, she raised her hands to his shoulders, using them to support herself as his fingers continued their exquisite caress of her pussy. All the time her eyes locked into hers. She could sense two fingers at work now, sliding each side of her inner lips as they stroked upwards, moving round in circles as they reached her hard clit, caressing, teasing, squeezing. Fingers now made slick by the juices which escaped from within her as they passed upwards on each caress.

"Mmmmmmmm" Lisa faintly murmuring, admitting what she did not want to admit, that she was coming close to cumming again. He was making her cum using just his fingers. Her head fell forward as a wave of pleasure overtook her body. Through half-open eyes she could see his fingers moving over her sex, her skimpy thong now just a satin ribbon pushed to one side. She could see her breasts with their still hard nipples, she could feel the heat and passion building inside her abdomen. She was powerless to prevent the inevitable as his fingers started to move more quickly, more powerfully.

Then it was upon her like a steam-train "Ohhhh God ........ yessssss" barely audible except to the man who was now bringing her to these heights. Peter felt her passion rise and then, just as felt her tense, he pushed the two digits inside her

"Nooooooo," Lisa's legs nearly gave beneath her, she held on to this man whose fingers she now felt like two small penises, caressing the entrance to her womb. Her hot juices escaped her, she knew, she could see, them shining on Peter's hand as it moved, slowly now, over her pussy. "What? ...... What are you doing to me, this is wrong ..... so wrong" she moved her head up to look at him, to look into those eyes once more.




Glen Alder



"I am releasing you Lisa. Allowing you to live your fantasy, for just this day." He gently removed his hand and used the other to raise her head and kissed her once more. A soft kiss, just lip to lip; a long sensual kiss which allowed Lisa to slowly come down from her high.

Peter then moved back slightly, leaving her to stand alone. He caught her eyes once more, holding them in his gaze. She was initially unaware that Peter was starting to remove his clothes until a flash of white as his shirt was cast aside; then she was vaguely aware of him undoing his belt, and pushing his clothes down his legs before kicking them into a corner. Lisa knew he must be naked, but she could not bring herself to look, it was the last barrier and she knew it.

Peter's hands moved to her sides and slowly pulled her towards him. She felt the tip of his penis, his slightly damp penis, touch her belly button before being trapped between their naked bodies. Her breasts became flattened against his sculptured chest. Then he kissed her again, a deeper kiss this time, his tongue exploring her mouth, moving into the very corners, his teeth against hers, strong hands holding her small body against his muscular frame. This kiss seemed to go on for ever; it started to release those same feelings inside Lisa, feelings of real passion, even lust.

She felt his hands move upwards, cupping her face, to release the kiss. He looked deep into her eyes and then gently but firmly applied downward pressure. Lisa felt powerless to stop him and sank slowly to her knees her eyes looking up into his until she felt his hard warm flesh against her cheek. She knew what he wanted and she knew that she wanted to do it for him, although she knew she should not betray her family in this way.

For the first time her hand went to his manhood. She seemed mesmerised, he was not long, about the same size as her husband, but the purple head which was now emerging from the foreskin was much wider. This was only the second erect penis she had every seen and the only non-circumcised one. She put out her tongue and touched the very tip, her first taste of this man. Then, forming her lips into a perfect 'O' Lisa slowly took the crown into her mouth, easing his foreskin back as she did so. She had read many accounts of giving perfect head and had tried many on her husband, she believed she was good – no complaints – but how to know?

She let her tongue run over the head, bathing it and felt Peter's hands close around the sides of her head. Encouraged, she let the tip of her tongue run across the small slit at the top, then move around the whole head again. She ran her tongue around the back of the head, inside the ridge ad felt Peter's grip tighten around her head, almost blocking out all external sounds as he covered her ears. She closed her mouth slightly, allowed her teeth to hold the head of his erect penis lightly by the ridge while she flicked her tongue over the head again, tasting the pre-cum which started to seep again from that small slit. She felt Peter shift slightly, moving himself deeper into her mouth, she felt the head touch the roof of her mouth, forcing her tongue down the underside of his cock. She became aware, for the first time, that he was shaven as her small hands rose to take the weight of his balls and caress the tightly drawn sack. He eased back and then gently moved forward again, a gentle fucking motion using her mouth like a second pussy. She steadied herself with one hand, enjoying the sensation as his hard flesh moved across her tongue, as the tip pressed against the back on each stroke.

She eased his member out of her mouth and holding it erect, used the tip of her tongue to caress the full length of him, starting at his not sack and slowly moving up to the head. She repeated the oral caress, looking up at the end of the stroke, catching his partially closed eyes as she sought to lick the latest spot of cum on her tongue. The next time she started further back stopping to gently suck each of his balls between her soft lips, before continuing onwards to the tip.

"Lisa that is so good ... I just knew you would be." Peter's turn now to speak in a low tone, the sensations of Lisa's oral caresses getting to him. He was close to cumming but he needed to test Lisa, to see if he was correct. To see if there was a Lisa who had not been seen before.

Peter held her head more tightly and pushed his cock back between her lips. This time the inward stroke was stronger, firmer, sweeping past her tongue to hit that spot at the back of her mouth. She looked up with questioning eyes. Had she done something wrong? The second thrust was the same, this time lodging at the top of her throat. Lisa understood, she had done this to her husband but only when she was in control and he was not as thick as Peter. She tried to relax and felt the next thrust move into her throat. An impulse to gag was stopped by Peter pulling quickly back but the fourth stroke was deeper still, she felt his balls hit her chin, felt that fat head of his cock lodge in her throat, felt herself start to gag, but this time Peter held her there longer. Her frightened eyes looked up into his face, was he trying to choke her?

He pulled back again and she sucked in some air sharply before Peter slowly pushed his cock back into her mouth, into her throat. He was holding her against him, stroking her throat, willing her to take him as deep as it would go. She felt her eyes start to bulge and fill with water, she wanted to gag, she could not breath, then Peter withdrew, pulling back completely, a curtain of saliva and pre-cum hung from the tip of his cock to her lips. He moved sideways, leaving a wet trail across her nose and cheek, then sharply back, his hard heavy cock smacking into the side of her mouth before forcing its way back into her mouth. She felt the rush, tried to relax her throat as his cock pushed firmly into her, she held his cock, trying to hold an angle which would allow her to swallow more. Then she heard him groan, he was moving fast now, his cock moving in and out of her mouth pushing into her throat. Then with one final thrust he pulled her head sharply forward, his cock lodged deep into her throat where he spasmed and spewed his cum.

Lisa had had cum in her mouth before and always swallowed but this was new, she could feel the thick salty cum slide down her throat deep inside. She felt him withdraw slightly as a second spurt hit the back of her tongue and throat. She looked back at him, his eyes tight shut now, beads of perspiration forming on his brow, his hips still pushed forward. She felt him again and more of his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed, then as gently as she could, she started to bathe his cock in the combined mixture of her saliva and his own cum. Slowly cleaning him.

When she had completed her task she moved her head back and sat back on her heels. Peter looked down into her eyes and saw the look he was looking for. The look that told him that she was indeed longing to fulfil her desires, her dreams, her fantasies. He slowly knelt before her and kissed, tasting the saltiness of his own sperm on her lips.

It was a long kiss, even a loving kiss; an expression of a new relationship which was just beginning. He gently eased her back onto the lambskin rug in front of the fire, the warm orange light from the flaming logs casting soft shadows over Lisa's skin. Peter stayed kneeling between her thighs looking down at the women he wanted to possess. The woman who wanted to be processed by him.

He reached out with his left hand and took a single ice cube from the wine bucket. As it melted between his fingers, he let the thin trickle of melt water fall onto Lisa's passive body, forming a fine rivulet across her stomach. When the first was melted he took another, this time letting the cool water draw a line around each of her small nipples. Then he took a third, but this one he placed on top of her right nipple, making her gasp at the sudden cold shock to that most sensitive area of her body. He took a third and placed it over the other nipple, sitting back watching as her body heat and the fire slowly melted them until only the hard nub of brown flesh remained in a small pool of water.

He took two more and repeated the process. Again she gasped as the cold blocks were placed on her hot sensitive skin.

They had barely melted when he took another cube. She waited for the cold to touch her breast, but jumped when, instead, the cube was placed on her mound. Again Peter sat back to watch the ice melt and form a rivulet down between her pussy lips. Lisa bit her bottom lip. This torture was exquisite and unlike anything she had experienced. As the first cube melted, Peter reached for another this time stroking it over her emerging labia to linger on her clit hood. A soft barely audible groan escaped Lisa's lips.

When she saw Peter reach for another cube of ice, she moved slightly, giving him easier access to the space between her thighs. This time however, Peter help the ice to her pouting pussy lips, holding it there, watching as the heat from her pussy quickly turned the ice to water. The next cube, Peter held more tightly against her and Lisa started to wonder. "surely he was not going to ....?". The next cube answered this unspoken question as Peter slowly pushed the fast melting cube between her pussy lips.

The cold sensation inside her was intense, almost burning as the cold cube passed over her hot interior. "No more." A whisper, her eyes closed, her head slowly shaking from side to side "No more." But the next cube followed the same path and was quickly followed by another. Lisa was not sure if she was in pain or intense pleasure, the sensation inside her pussy was intense, all her nerve fibres seemed to be on fire. More ice further intensified the feeling and she was aware that ice was staying formed into smooth oval shapes inside her, filling her entrance.

Still more ice followed and she could feel the cold travel inside her, higher inside her. Then a different sensation. Her eyes opened and looked down as Peter inserted his rigid cock between her numb lips. She could feel him surge into her body, pushing the remaining ice high into her womb, his thick broad cock opening her fully as his weight bore down on her lower body, driving deeper.

His fingers still cold from the ice, reached forward and took her hard nipple and squeezed it. Twisted it. Pulled it. He withdrew until the head of his cock has lodged just inside her. His free hand moved down and stroked her lips encircling his cock before coming to rest on top her distended clitoris. He stroked it, massaged it. Lisa tried to move; tried to move her pussy over his cock. Tried to fuck herself on his cock but the one holding her nipple refused to allow her any movement. If anything he seemed to be pulling her away, dragging her breast into a taut cone shape as his fingers held her. The massage of her clit continued, Peter seemed to know all the buttons to press and still he remained barely inside her.

She could feel the ice water trickle out past his cock while he continued to stroke her. The most powerful feelings were now building inside her. This was unlike any previous experience. It was building from deep within her; her backbone seemed to weaken as her lower body started to take over. She opened her mouth to speak but a mere gasp was all that came out.

Peter could feel her inner muscles start to contract he knew she was close, very close, but he continued the assault on nipple and clitoris. Lisa's head was going from side to side; she was barely in control of herself. She tried to surge towards him, tried to impale herself, but still he would not give her that release. She felt her clit must be raw; she could no longer feel her nipple.

Then, suddenly, he let go of her nipple. The blood rushed back into it and all the nerves fired, sending pleasure waves to her brain. Her climax was upon her. She uttered a low guttural moan she surged against him and now, unrestrained, his cock speared into her core. The trigger was released, she screamed her release.

Peter's cock surged into her body, pressing deep into her, inner muscles grabbing him, milking him. Still he drove forward, she felt him touch her inner walls and she came. Oh how she came.

Her body convulsed, She screamed. Her eyes opened wide, a look of lust and hate mixed into one look of utter satisfaction. She felt his cock twitch within her. Felt the splash of his cum against her insides, sending her into another climax and spasm. Another spurt seemed to burn her and reach high inside her. Then all was quiet, black, serene.

She opened her eyes and realised she was somewhere different. The room was candlelit she was on her back, her arms above her head, her legs spread. She tried to move but found that she was bound somehow. She tried to tug herself free.

"Don't move." Peter's quiet voice of authority.

She looked around – discovering that she was back in her room and spread-eagled to her bed. Peter was by her side, naked, the candle light accentuating the hard muscles of his slim body. His penis semi erect. She realised that she must have passed out and that she had probably been out for some time.

Then she realised that the centre of the candle light was her. She looked down and became aware that a small candle had been placed on her right breast. Another was on her left, then she could see more, little points of soft yellow light all over her body stretching down. They were those small tea-lights used in lanterns and she now became aware that the small metal containers were hot on her skin, creating small areas of heat. Then she saw Peter pass her with a large candle in her hand – a large white candle at least two inches thick and over a foot long.

She could just see him at her feet, bending forward, then she felt his fingers gently opening her sex. She sensed she was still wet, his fingers gliding easily over her. She was just starting to enjoy the sensation when she felt something being pressed against her labia.

Lisa realised it must be the candle "No please Peter, not that." Her eyes looking piteously into his, "It's too large." She bit her lip as the tapered end moved slowly into her body, the shape helping its smooth passage as her lips opened wider to accept the invader. Her whimpered cries of "Nooooo" went unheeded as the candle passed further into her. She could feel Peter turn it slightly as he pressed it remorselessly inside.

Peter watched carefully, the erotic sight as her labia stretched to accommodate the church candle was having an effect on his own body, his cock starting to rise as more of the candle slowly disappeared. He pushed on until he saw Lisa's look change and he knew it must be close to filling her completely.

Lisa lay still, she dare not move for fear of moving the candles. The back of her mind sending signals to make her feel proud that she had successfully accepted this large object into her. Then Peter was at her side again, another candle in his hand – a large church candle which was lit, the small yellow flame giving off small black smoke trails as it fluttered in the breeze. He held it above her. She looked into his eyes – surely he would not? His eyes locked with hers as his hand turned slightly.

It seemed ages from when Lisa saw the clear droplet leave the candle until she felt the splash and pain as the wax dropped onto her soft belly. Her eyes flew open, her mouth about to shout, to beg him to stop when she saw and felt the next wax droplet. This landed higher up on her chest, the third higher still. She realised that she could not squirm, could not avoid the wax. If she did, then she would spill the little pots of hot wax in the other candles. She looked imploringly at Peter, aware that the wax droplets were working their way up her body. The sixth droplet was delivered with precision to her left nipple. She screamed as her tender flesh absorbed the heat, hardening with the wax into a point. Another scream announced the seventh droplet as it descended onto her right breast. As the eighth droplet landed again on left nipple she was aware that pain on the surface of her body was giving way to a deeper feeling. As the ninth droplet splashed on her hard right nipple she felt the unmistakable sensations of arousal developing within her. The momentary pain she felt on her tender skin was quickly absorbed and replaced with a yearning; a longing which came from deep within her, a desire to experience pain to lift her to new heights. Seemingly unable to control herself, her deep throated sigh in response to the tenth droplet, gave her increasing elevation away so that as the eleventh joined the ninth on her right nipple her body started to squirm; reaching up to try and capture this new droplet. She no longer cared about the small candles decorating her body as she moved in response to the small hot droplets of ecstasy dropping from above. Her eyes screwed tightly together, blocking out all other external stimulate as she concentrated on her breasts. She felt another droplet on her right breast (the fourteenth? She had lost count). She arched upwards to receive the next droplet on her other nipple but there was none.

Still she waited her body lifting, the small candles moving precariously on her body.

Still nothing – she craved the stimulation

Then she felt the pain, knowing instantly that the fifteenth droplet had been delivered with pin point accuracy to her clitoris, so exposed by the combined effects of the large candle which still stretched her labia and her increased state of arousal.

"Jesusssss," her voice a soft harsh whisper; a hissed expression of her mixed feelings. Her eyes flew open catching Peter's concentrated smile as he delivered another droplet on top of the last. The heat of her exposed flesh sufficient to ensure that the wax solidified more slowly; running down each labia lip to meet the hard cream wax of the object still embedded within her. Now her body reacted like never before.

"Yesssssss" she hissed the words again, her body arched upwards to meet the next droplet, the small candles moved and she felt pain now at several points across her chest and, of course at the very heart of her. She could feel the need for sexual release rise inside her, like a tidal wave starting deep within beginning to rise upwards She writhed beneath Peter's blue eyed stare, locking his eyes with her own, several of the candles fell away from her body, their flames extinguishing as the molten wax doused the flame before emptying itself over her pink flesh. She saw Peter raise the candle a final time then she saw it move and a gleaming droplet of wax started to fall like a sparkling teardrop downwards; its final destination never in doubt.

Lisa did not need to feel it hit her, the thought of it was sufficient. That was the catalyst needed to throw her over the edge, to enable the tidal wave to hit her full bore. Her body strained and stretched upwards, her sinews standing proud from her pale skin as her orgasm started, a concentrated burst or energy which exploded and engulfed her body.

The wax droplet touched her but her screamed release was already on her lips. Peter watched her body, as the last droplet splashed onto her body, he saw her convulse, drag the large candle further into her body before partially expelling it, the cream surface smeared with her clear fluids. As her climax took hold, Peter watched as her body sucked the candle back into her body, deeper, much deeper than he had dared push it, only the very end now visible.

Now beyond all previous experience, Lisa's body tightened further until it snapped like elastic, A single note of ecstasy emitted her lips, her muscles expelled the candle almost entirely, its sides smeared with her sweet juices. As Peter removed it, Lisa's eyes rolled back.




Glen Burroughs High School



All characters in this area of eighteen years of age... sadly I don't' feel that I am very good at writing this type of genre, but I love to write erotic stories, as I believe they are fun and much harder to write, than one would think. Anyway once this gets published, I hope you all enjoy it... 

Glen Burroughs
Student Madeline: 

day: Monday 

Madeline's plan was all set, her mom wouldn't be home until twelve or one, it was nearly ten P.M. Madeline was nervous as she was going to go out to get milk. Obviously going out to get milk, isn't a reason to be nervous, what she was going to do had her stomach in knots, she put her hand through her hair. As she grabbed her car keys, Madeline plan was going to see her, get the milk, bottomless, the blouse she wore, showed her butt and her vagina. So when she slips off her panties and pants, walking into the store who was ever working at the drugstore, would get a great view. 

While Madeline would, have an experience of a lifetime, she knew there was no way she could get busted for it. As she had her Glen Burroughs school ID card, which would keep her out of trouble as she made sure she had her debit card and the ID with her. They were in her pocket, she walked to the door, looking out the window seeing the pitch black night. She was still barefoot as her shoes were next to the door, she stopped before he opened the door. She took another look outside, she didn't see anything or hear anyone. She undoes her pants, she pulls her pants and panties down to her feet. If anyone to even a glance, they'd see she was partially naked. She steps foot outside, feeling the cool air on her legs.

Madeline goes to Glen Burroughs high school, where the faculty and students are allowed to go naked. They can go to the school nude, or around the town of Sunny hills, or the neighboring towns that surround it. As long as you had your Glen Burroughs ID, you couldn't be hassled or get into trouble. You could go bottomless, nudity or any other state of undress, keeping the card with you'd be ok.

Glen Burroughs was an oil tycoon, who came to the town of Sunny Hills California, he threw around money to just about everywhere he could. Eventually he started to throw his money, at the city council, until he got what he wanted. Glen Burroughs was always a fan of naked people, he really loved naked women, so he figured if he gave money to the right people, someone would make it ok to have naked girls in town. After some negotiating and serious bribing, it was made ok, Glen got it to involve seniors in high school. The school named after him, would run during the summer and anyone who goes to his school could go naked as long as they had a Glen Burroughs ID. It was very rare for anyone to take the school up on its offer and he died before he even got see his dream come true. 

It is still very much ok, to either go to Glen Burroughs or around town, as it does happen every so often. 

It was going to happen tonight, as Madeline was outside her door, she grabs her shoes putting them on. She also didn't' have a bra on, as she was outside her car several feet away. 

The reason she was doing this was simple, boredom, she wanted to do something that she would remember for the rest of her life. She figured doing what she was going to do. Would be something that she'd remember, she figured getting bored while nude in public would not happen. She was going to go through with it, as she walked to her car, she stopped, forgetting she locked the door. She was so exposed, as she walked back. 

Her heart thumped, as she did something that caused her to gasp. She pulled her blouse over her head, tossing it into the house. She was totally naked outside as she shut the door. Goosebumps covering every part of her body, she made her way to the car, her breasts bouncing, she liked the way it felt, she didn't know how she'd react, when she went into a store. She stepped into her car, her breasts would be seen by any driver that pulled up next to her. She started the car, taking off down the street, no one came out of their houses as a young naked girl drove. 

The store was a few blocks away, as she keeps on driving, no one was out on the town, as every other house had a porch light on. Madeline arrives at the store pulling into the parking lot. Her nerves kicked into high gear, as she had nothing to cover herself and her clothes were blocks away. She grabs her debt card as well as the ID, she sits in the car for a moment shivering despite a warm June night. 

Glen Burroughs high school takes place during, the summer not only did it allow for its students to go naked. It also helped them get some classes off their plate, before their senior year, so when you finished with Glen you'd go on to the your regular high school, minus four classes that you don't have to worry about. 

Madeline stepped out of her car, the cool night air again hitting her body. She looked down at her body, can't believe she actually did this, it wasn't some dream, she was very naked in public and in a few moments people were going to see her. She walked through the parking lot, her C cup breasts bounced as she walked to the store. The parking lot, was fairly empty as she stepped into the store. The cashier's back was turned, as Madeline walked into an aisle, it was a toy aisle and a clerk was in there putting child toys on to the shelf. 

He looks up seeing Madeline in the aisle, every part of her teenage body was shown to him. She took a breath, as she walked down the aisle, his mouth was open, as she made her way past him. His eyes scanning her body, as she walked out of the aisle, she went into the next aisle, that was empty, as she took her hand, she rubbed herself, feeling her wetness, she stops, walking out of the aisle, she turns around as the clerk came out of the aisle. He took another look, as she stood in front of him, her body on fire. 

She walks towards the milk, feeling the air from the cool on her body, with him no doubt watching her. She took the time, to rub herself, biting her lip. A security guard, walked out from the back, as Madeline stood in front of him. He was huge, as he walked over to her. She stood, her entire body on display. 

He scanned her up and down for several moments, as he begin to talk. 

'Do you have an ID' He says.

'Yes' Says Madeline.

She gives it to him, he looks at it, then hands it back

'anything I can help you with' He asks. 

'no just getting some milk' She says. 

She walks over to it, grabbing the milk, he comes over as well, 

'Let me get that for you' He says.

'Thanks' Says Madeline. 

He takes, the milk.

'anything else" He asks. 

'No that's it' 

She was getting calmer with being naked, as they walked to the register, she suddenly felt his hand on her butt. She didn't' say anything as she felt him rubbing it. They made their way to the register, his hand firmly on her butt. He puts the milk down, as she gives the guy at the register her debit card. He had a perfect view, of her breasts, he finally speaks up. While the security guard's hand was on her butt. 

'Debt or credit' 

'Debt' Says Madeline. 

He hands her a little keypad she types in the number, as the security guard hand was still pasted to her butt. He bagged up her milk, she grabbed the bag. As the security guard rubbed her butt, she walked out of the store. No doubt leaving those guys, happy she got into her car and masturbated, she screamed at the top of her lungs...



Glen Finds Trouble



Glen did well for himself after he stowed away on the luxury starship cruiser the Phallic Explorer, while escaping from an angry Belinda's ray gun. The ship's medic, SB, had looked after him well right from the start. So from the time Glen's sexual performance had been thoroughly tested, till now, Glen had nothing to complain about in the sexual satisfaction department. He was accepted as part of the Phallic's crew. And even if a rather sheltered member of it, he had still entertained some of the bizarre sexual talents of the well heeled and phallicaly augmented passengers.

But now, after 2 weeks on board, Glen wanted a change of scenery. And the starship Phallic Explorer was nearing its first port of call.

"So can we get off at the next port?" Glen asked the medic. 

SB knew that Glen was getting restless from being cooped up. 

And though Glen had enjoyed the frequent and varied sexual demands being placed on him he was feeling just a bit drained. Also he was worried about what might be happening back on Earth. He was concerned that he had no idea what Belinda was up to, and hadn't been able to access any decent news services on board the starship.

"Um. Do you want to?" SB responded drowsily his tumescent dick resting inside its favourite bed, Glen's passage.

"Of course," Glen replied, wiggling his butt automatically as SB's cock stirred inside him,"I want to see something except the inside of this ship."

"I doubt Prong will let you go down alone. But I can probably get you off for a few hours," SB added frowning.

The medic wished he knew more about the man in his arms, the man who he was taking risks for. The man his cock was growing inside. Hm. He moaned as Glen arched back and their lips met and opened to each others exploring tongues. SB knew that Prong was already unhappy with the way he was keeping Glen apart from the rest of the crew and had limited other men's access to him. But he didn't care, he wanted Glen in a way he had never wanted another man before. A way that meant he was ready to fuck Glen almost any time the medic could get his hands on him. 

But SB also knew virtually nothing about his lover. Apart from the fact that a ray gun blast had followed Glen's last minute escape into the cargo hold of the Phallic, just as it was about to leave Earth. And also that he had a mind block. Not something any ordinary man had. Oh, and of course, that he was the best lover SB had ever had. 

***

On the bridge of the Phallic Explorer Prong stroked his two cocks as he studied the charts for their first port of call. Both cocks were a good size, about 7 inches long and reasonably thick, emerging from his nest of black pubic hair,they were rooted just a bit apart and they were now hard, sticking up and revealing two large balls. Prong used his usual alternate pumping action to pound the two erect pieces, one hand sliding up on one cock, the other sliding down the second one. He always came from the right hand one first. It was his dominant side. In every way.

When he'd come from his right hand cock he would slow the action on the left one while he recovered. Then when he was ready again he would finish the other side. The two ejaculations took a while to happen. And that long drawn out coming, almost coming, and coming again, was what he loved best about having dual cocks. Timing, he decided as he looked vaguely at the charts, was everything. 

Pangone 1 was being promoted as the new Erotic Dream World - Prong had laughed when he heard that - how many times had he heard that claim. But now the old Erotic Dream World had been closed after the natives got ownership back through the Galactic High Court, and everyone was looking for a replacement. So Pangone 1 was a new stop for the Phallic Explorer, for this tour anyway. And Prong actually had to study the approach. After a few minutes he grunted and yelled at his robot pilot and shut off the charts. It was an easy one.

He fisted his right cock faster and shot off a load with a couple of spurts, grunting with the release, then he massaged the left one slowly as he moaned and mumbled before lifting the pace and shooting off another series of creamy spurts from his left cock. 

"Yes," he moaned, "Yes, yes," As he collapsed back on to his couch, well spent.

The final approach was imminent and Prong set the orange warning buzzer off and pulled the body hugging webbing of the couch about him. His sensors were turned right down as he waited the required time before setting off the final red alarm, and the red light over his door began to flash. 

He set his sensors for a voyeuristic series of gay orgy's and settled back and drifted off as the ship began its last jump and the webbing caressed his body the way he liked it.

*****

As soon as they were in orbit around the planet all who were going down to Erotic Dream World were getting ready to enter the Phallic's shuttle for the journey down to the surface. But Glen and the medic arrived to find that they had been allotted to Culvers private landing shuttle, rather than the Phallic's own. Of course Culver had demanded it, having taken a liking to the natural arsed Glen. And Culver Towns left when he was ready, so the rest of the passengers and crew were still organizing themselves when Culver's shuttle separated from the Phallic and they began their descent. In the small, but luxurious cabin of the shuttle Glen had found the medic absent, and himself slotted in between the blond muscle-bound Culver and his companion.

And of course Glen had experienced both their mouths, and other parts, yet again. 

As soon as they were in transit the companion's mouth had started working it's magic on Glen's cock, sucking it in a way that was more of a sucking massage, while deeply penetrating and fucking his slit in the most invasive and complete way possible with his thread like tongue. Meanwhile Culver himself had his fingers inside, exploring Glen's numbed natural arse while fucking his mouth with his cock tongue. Glen had come twice before Culver finally filled his mouth with his sweet, watery, tongue cock cream.

Then it was Culver's turn and the two men knelt to service his two huge cocks. The companion swallowing one whole huge pole, while Glen sucked the other huge cap briefly. But Culver pulled Glen back up and lying back in the transit couch again had him in a 69. But this time Culver's tongue cock went straight for Glen's tight natural arse. The feel of that tool sinking up inside his channel, then fucking him in a way no normal cock ever could, made it hard for him to satisfy Culver's second cock. Glen was left still trying to bring that enormous pole to ejaculation long after he had shot another creamy load down Culver's chest and felt culvers tongue cream flood his insides. When Culver finally came in his mouth Glen nearly drowned, the huge thick cock filling his mouth and trying to enter his throat, as it pumped out it's load of hot cream.

Not long after that they were all webbed into their couches as the shuttle prepared to land. The landing was surprisingly gentle. But Glen lay for a few moments exhausted by the earlier activity and watched in surprise as Culver and his companion bounded up and exited, leaving Glen lying there. 

SB appeared and grabbed Glen's arm. "Are you alright?" the medic hissed, looking intently at him. 

SB had accompanied them, but Culver had locked him in the air lock for the duration. Now he removed the sleeve from Glens channel and examined the over stretched passage and worked his healing magic on it. 

"I'm fine," replied Glen, totally satiated, "So could you give me a cock tongue?" he asked the medic, only half seriously.

"What?" snapped SB, "Do you want to be a freak? Do you know what having a cock tongue really means?"

Glen was feeling far too well fucked to think of anything else, "That I can fuck with my tongue," he replied frankly, "And come with it."

Glen had definitely liked the feel of the watery cum from Culver's cock tongue flooding his bowel, and still felt he was swimming in it. 

"Is that all you can think of?" the medic hissed angrily. "What about not being able to eat or drink? What about not begin able to talk properly or, or,. . ,?" SB waved his arms about in frustration at not being able to make his point as well as he wanted to. "You hot young studs never understand. Culver has to be tube fed, the same with his companion. And they have voice enhancers. You think you really hear them? Well you don't. It's all artificial, they mouth the words, that's all. And you wont hear the companion say anything because Culver has turned off his enhancer; he said he was sick of listening to the man talking all day."

Glen vaguely took in what the medic was saying and grunted. He had only really been fantasizing anyway. He actually had other things in his life, apart from sex, that required a fit healthy body with all its faculties. In top working condition. A cock tongue, however enjoyable, had limited use.

The medic had meanwhile dragged Glen off the shuttle and away from the Pangone spaceports arrival's area into a small, greenery enhanced, rest area. Smooth flat topped rocks were arranged in small clusters, for seating. And larger hollowed ones stood among some luridly flowering shrubs, looking as if they were couches made to be reclined in. The sounds of gently flowing water and rustling leaves filled the small, apparently sunny area, which was empty apart from the two of them.

"What are you so worried about anyway?" Glen asked.

"Culver's cocks can go to 15 inches long, they can kill a normal man. He wouldn't care as long as he enjoyed the fuck." SB replied angrily. 

"I think I can look after myself SB, and the ride down was definitely a great fuck," Glen replied, looking about, knowing he could look after himself and annoyed with the medic for behaving as if he had to look after him, and wondering too why he let him. 

Glen looked beyond the rest area to see the Phallic Explorer's own shuttle had landed and was just releasing the other passengers and crew.Then he dropped to the ground behind the smooth sitting rock next to him.

***

"Shit," Glen said, suddenly on full alert.

SB looked down at him in confusion, "Wha. . . "

"Sit down," Glen hissed, grabbing SB's arm and pulling the medic down onto the rock he was hiding behind. "Just pretend you are . . . . resting" he added, peering out from behind the medics backside.

It was her, Belinda, undressed to kill. And pacing up and down as she watched the other Phallic passengers pass through the arrivals area and move off into the Pangone Pleasure Dome. She was hard to miss with her long flame red hair and perfect naked looking body glittering in the light. Glen knew there was only one augmented body that perfect, and only one way she could have got it there to Pangone before him.

"Shit," Glen said again, pulling his head back. "SB," he added quietly, "I am afraid I have a problem." 

"Oh God," the medic said, looking down into the handsome irresistible face of the stud below him, feeling his heart miss a beat. 

"No, a woman," Glen replied smiling, as he slid a hand over the medic's package and squeezed it gently and gazed into his eyes, hoping the man still felt like looking after him.

****

Belinda knew that the Phallic's passengers were too well heeled and connected for even her to mess around with them. And Captain Prong and the Phallic's security were also too highly rated to be approached, being used to ejecting even very high class, well connected tour groupies, of all sexual constructions.

So Belinda paced and fumed as the passengers floated, walked and rode by her, on their way into the Pleasure Dome.

Damn Glen, she thought with annoyance, as the last of the Phallic arrivals disappeared. "The bastard must still be up on the ship, hiding out," she mumbled. "Well we'll see about that, Grinner," she added for her accomplices benefit, knowing he would be monitoring her. She was smiling as she strode off into the arrivals hall and disappeared to meet up with Grinner and make the next move - one she thought she would enjoy.

***

In the rest area Glen was peering around the medics backside and massaging SB's package while he watched Belinda walk away and disappear. 

"She's gone," he said, releasing SB's engorged tool and standing up. 

SB immediately stood and pulled Glen's hand back to his cock, and planted his mouth on Glen's as he ran his arms about his neck. Glen felt the medic's need and led him to one of the stone couches and lay him back in it. He knew it was time he showed SB he could give it as well as he took it.

The medic whimpered as Glen bent to suck him. SB knew he would do whatever Glen needed him to do, if he really was in trouble. But where that would lead he had no idea. He opened his legs and grasping Glens head pulled him back up needing to see his face as he was possessed by him. Glen continued stroking the medic's tool as he kissed him. Knowing what was going to happen and wanting it desperately, SB came quickly, his cream landing on both their bellies. And SB was still panting as Glen straddled the couch level with his arse, smiling as he began to work his long fingers into the medic. 

Stroking them over the medics twitching entrance had him whimpering again, 

"Yes," SB was saying, "I want it all," he gasped. "Yes ."

"And you'll get it all," Glen said agressively, surprised by how much he wanted to fuck the man. 

Glen hadn't touched the medic's entrance before and took his time, aroused as much by preparing SB to take him as he would have been by having him suck him. Getting one finger in past the rim he made the medic jump and give little squeals through his parted lips as he panted with excitement. Glen used his other hand to stroke the medics hard belly and his torso, up to his nipple's. 

SB began to beg him, "Fuck me, fuck me," he said in a murmur, his eyes fixed pleadingly on Glen's as more fingers spread him and opened him.

When he was ready Glen lifted SB's hips, so the medic could see his erection completely and watch it enter him. The Medic moaned and held his legs back as he watched the cap being fed into him, but then he was arching back and his eyes were glazed as he fixed them on Glen's. Glen smiled at him and began to slowly fuck himself in deeper, taking possession of the one person he knew he could rely on to help him.

The rock looking couch was quite soft and conformed perfectly to their bodies, making the fuck extremely easy to work to shallow and deep, and hard and slow. 

Soon the medic was lost in it and moaning and gasping, "Yes, oh, deeper, faster, slower, oh yes," as Glen also lost himself in a display of expert cock work and stamina.

Glen finally came inside the medic and remained in there as he subsided, leaning forward to take the medic's mouth in a deep kiss as the medic embraced him and wrapped his calves about his hips, holding him inside. 

The medic broke the kiss first, "I 'd have helped you even without the fuck," he said.

"I fucked you because I wanted to, it was time," Glen replied honestly, resuming the kiss.

It was a while before they separated, and when they did Glen wiped the cum that dribbled out down the medic's inner thighs, marking him invisibly.

"So what now?" the medic asked, looking up at him. "She isn't your wife, legal partner, whatever, is she?" he added frowning. 

"No," Glen replied, laughing at the serious look on the medic's flushed face. "Certainly not, nothing like that SB. She's just trouble and a danger to Galactic peace," he finished, frowning himself.

Real trouble, and she has company, Glen thought.

"Do you know any way that we can get off his Pleasure World, apart from on the Phallic?" Glen asked casually.

*

This piece can be read alone. 

But it is also the Fourth part of Glen's Galactic Adventures.

Part 1 is Glen Joins the Phallic Explorer

Part 2 is Glen passes Inspection

Part 3 is Exploring Glen's Inner Spaces.

Thank you for being interested in Glen's adventures.



Glen Ivy Hot Springs Pt. 01



I'm spending the day at Glen Ivy Hot Springs, relaxing. I normally go with girlfriends, but not always. I've come here alone a few times and it's glorious to not worry about anyone else's schedule or needs.

There are many women here, all ages, all shapes and sizes. I'm comfortable in my one piece, even though I can no longer "rock the bikini," the way I once did. My suit is black and strapless, with ruched material in front, which is kinder to the softness that remains after two pregnancies. 

There are also a few men at Glen Ivy, albeit not as many as women. Mostly married couples, a few gay men sometimes... But there are a few older men who come here alone for the therapeutic waters. 

My routine is as follows: arrive, unpack in the locker rooms, change clothes and head out to the "Vista" pool, an oblong hot tub (about 12 feet long and narrow) facing out over the valley. I come here first because this is the moment when I really feel like I've gotten away from the stresses of work, home, kids...

I lean back against the jets and feel the warm water bubble around me. It's very early, so there still aren't many people in the various pools. I wish I'd bought a Mimosa or a Bloody Mary or a Tequila Sunrise, even though it's before 10 am, but no matter. There's time. A few people begin to filter up onto the various decks. Some young women enjoying a bridesmaids' party, then an older couple arrives, sliding into the water. 

Then I see you. Inside my tummy, butterflies begin to beat their wings, fast.

You stroll up to the pool, completely nonchalant, slip off flip flops and walk down the steps. You find an open spot on the bench, a few feet away from me. With a sigh you submerge and immediately come up, shaking off water, and you extend both arms out along the rim of the pool. Our eyes meet and you give me a nod and a greeting, like I was any other perfect stranger. I blush and look away, my heart pounding. 

He's here, I'm thinking... Omg hope did he get here?

Trying to maintain my "game face," I join in with the casual conversations around me. I mentally go through my checklist of what I do next at the resort, and wonder whether I should tell you, so it doesn't feel like I am constantly running away from you. Then my dilemma is instantly solved.

"This is my first time here," you comment to the pool in general. "Any suggestions for how I should spend my day?"

Several people remark about this or that service, the order in which they do the mud and mineral baths (FIRST mineral bath, THEN mud...) other features of Glen Ivy. You listen politely, making appreciative noises. Then I put in, "After this soak, I have a specific ritual here... You'll probably develop your own. But next I'll go to the lap pool to swim laps, 20-30 at least, before getting into the mineral tubs ... Followed by the red clay mud (then a shower). After that I float in the shallow upper deck pool and tan for awhile. My appointment in the Grotto is at noon, and that process takes about an hour... By then I'm ready for lunch. After lunch I'll nap in a lounge chair up on the "quiet" deck, slipping in and out of the hot waters there... Finally I take a sauna and clean up to go home...

Wow, that was probably more than you needed to know, right?" I finish, smiling at you with a twinkle in my eye. 

The others listening remark that I must have been here a hundred times to work out a regimen so specific. I say, no only a couple dozen times... And we all laugh. I stand to get up and you casually follow me out of the pool. 

Out of earshot of the others now, you ask, "Is my being here going to disrupt your day?"

"Absolutely not! I'm so excited you're here... This is going to be wonderful!" Selecting towels from the stacks nearby, I hand you one and wrap one around me. "Do you want to swim laps with me?"

"Definitely," you reply, slipping your flip flops on again. 

"I'm really so glad you're here. There are a few things I've never been able to try, but now I can," I add, mysteriously.

We swim our laps, chasing one another like dolphins playing in the ocean. You show off your expert strokes and perfect swimmer's flip at the end of each lap. We finish, and as we approach the mineral baths, one of the private tubs becomes available. (There's one large pool flanked by 2 private tubs on either side, tubs that really are only designed for two people.)

Commenting on our perfect timing, we slip into the water. Sitting across from and facing each other, our knees touching, we hold hands for the first time, our fingers entwined over our knees. "I'm so glad you came," I say. 

"Me too," you say as you pull me closer and our lips meet in a tentative first kiss. Soft, delicious lips and just a taste of tongue, we keep it publicly appropriate. Our hands are trapped together, no roaming allowed yet. 

"What's next?" you ask, when I pull back, a little flustered from the kiss. 

"Well, THIS opens our pores, so the next thing we do is the red clay mud. We rub a thin layer all over our exposed skin (avoid your face!), sit and let it dry for about 20 minutes, then shower and scrub it off." I notice your piqued expression, and I quickly add, "Swimsuits stay on, the showers are public... And we have to help each other to get good coverage in the beginning and to get it off properly at the end. That WILL be fun, but we have to be good... Everything is public." Every so often a European visits Glen Ivy and they strip to get the red clay off, but I don't share this with you as I figure it will give you ideas.

That's where we go next, and it is a unique thrill, to play in the mud together, smearing each other with the smooth red clay, laughing at the Pygmy-effect it has on us. We can't resist painting Indian war-paint marks on our cheeks and under our eyes, but we pay special attention to the areas on our backs that we can't reach, and the backs of our legs, sliding fingers under each other's suits surreptitiously. This is not the first time the Glen Ivy mud area has been used as foreplay, and it won't be the last. When we are fairly covered in mud, we select two lounge chairs to lay back on and allow the sun to dry us. While we wait, we talk in quiet tones, idle chit chat about our week, plans we have, and stories we've been reading. Soon we notice that the mud is dry and caked, and when we smile or talk huge wrinkles appeared where it cracks. "Ugh! THIS will feel great, now!" I promise, leading you to the showers. The showers are recessed in surrounding walls that look like rock. A couple of the recesses are big rooms with 5-6 shower heads, but a few are singles or doubles. We find a single available and take turns under the heavy spray, assisting one another with sloughing the mud off. There are soap dispensers at every shower, and a long handled natural bristle brush for exfoliating. 

"Sunscreen will be really important after this," I say, "because the top layer of skin has been removed."

We take our time to be sure that every trace of red clay has been washed away. Your fingers slide in and up and around my bathing suit, brushing against my more tender areas in a tantalizing and teasing way. I find mud behind your ears and in your eye brows and carefully smooth and wipe it all away. No matter how careful we are, we are sure to find more red mud later on, but we do the best we can, enjoying fondly each other under the water spray... Perfectly acceptable practice since everyone else is doing it too, to one extent or another. 

"This is the reason to always come with a friend," I mention. "It is really hard to get all the mud on and off properly."

"Oh, I plan to 'get you off properly'," you murmur in my ear, and the butterflies in my belly take flight again. 

Finally done with the shower, we grab two fresh towels and dry off as much as possible. I reach for my pool bag and bring out sunscreen SPF 45, and proceed to slather it all over your back and chest and arms, not forgetting your neck and ears. I squirt a small amount in your hand and tell you. "Face." And then begin applying to myself, the areas I can reach. You assist with my back and legs, your touch burning a trail of fire and desire all up and down my legs and my spine. I'm trembling with excitement, but I know anticipation and patience bring awesome rewards. 

I take your hand and lead you out of "Club Mud" and up the path, through the beautiful foliage and flowering birds of paradise to the upper level of the resort. There's a waterfall and palm trees in this canyon, and it feels a million miles away from the L.A. basin with the freeway tangle ups and crime and noise. This is a paradise, quiet and soothing, as if we are on an island in the Caribbean. There is a large shallow pool on this level, and dozens of blue plastic float mattresses hang on a rack nearby. We grab two and step into the water, stretching out on our bellies and floating head to head. The pool is shallow enough that we can anchor ourselves with just one foot hanging off the mattress, or touching the bottom of the pool with our hands. We continue to chat quietly together, flattering one another and flirting, nuances and double entendres flowing like the gushing waterfall. It's a good thing we are face down because your erection has been teased all morning so far, and lying face down in a cool pool makes it easier to hide your excitement. As we get warm we slip off into the water and slide back up onto the mattresses, flipping over to our backs. We hold hands and link our feet to keep from drifting apart and we nap a little in the refreshing breeze, listening only to the birdsong and waterfall. 

Suddenly conscious of rumbling stomachs, we check the time. It is noon. 

"You have to come with me to the Grotto... It is delightful and we'll get apples and tea down there," I say. 

"I'm hungrier than that..." you protest, but I cut you off with a kiss.

"Trust me... You'll love it, and the apple will help. After the Grotto we'll get a good lunch."

We stand up and splash carefully out of the pool and hang up our mattresses. Grabbing two fresh towels (I love that they are stacked practically EVERYWHERE here), we wrap up and head toward the locker rooms. Before we get to the doors, I point you off toward the left and we enter a small room to check in, then take an elevator down to the lower levels, feeling ever more like we are in a cave in the middle of the earth. All the walls are made of faux rock, and the effect is cooling and mysterious. The recessed lighting creates dim shadows which give an illusion of privacy. 

Here at a counter we turn over all our extra possessions, my glasses, your flip flops, and drop off the used towels. We go forth with nothing but our swimsuits. Being completely blind without my glasses, this is very disorienting for me, but I have you to guide me. "I keep forgetting that I need to wear contacts at Glen Ivy," I say, holding your hand and standing as close next to and behind you as I can, clutching your arm. 

"What happens here?" you ask, but there's no time to explain. 

"You'll see... It's great."

We are guided to a small recess in the rock wall and told to face the wall with our hands on the wall overhead and our legs spread. (Think of the position you would be in for a police search.)

Two team members use a soft house painter's brush to apply a thick creamy layer of warm mousse-y "green mud" to our legs, back and arms. It is the most erotic feeling, being brushed up with this warm cream. They give instructions to massage it in (it will never absorb or dry) and not to apply it to our faces, but to watch the clock and rinse in about 15 minutes. We are directed through a narrow tunnel to an interior room, dimly lit, with rock benches lining the walls. In the center is a table with a huge glass cooler of iced water with fruit floating inside. Today it is green apple slices, but I have seen strawberries and even cantaloupe before. It infuses the water with the slightest flavor. We pour ourselves plastic cups of water and sit along the sides, barely able to see one another or the other patrons in the dim light. You sit right next to me, closely, and whisper, "How sexy is this? No one can see me do...this." And you slide your hand up my mud covered thigh and slip easily under my swimsuit, finding my snatch immediately. I gasp and move closer, opening my legs a little for you. 

"I told you you'd like it," I murmur in your ear, purring as you plunder my pussy, slowly at first and then inserting two fingers to feel my hot wet hole. Your other hand caresses my shoulders, massaging in the green mud as we were told to do. I place one knee sideways on the bench, turning more towards you and stroke your chest and belly, likewise massaging in the nutrient rich mud. My back is to the room, for all anyone looking would see, we are just two lovers engrossed in conversation. This day's foreplay has gone on long enough, but our opportunity for completion isn't here yet. "Keep your eye on the clock, Dan, because I'm getting really hungry..." With that remark I reach down into your board shorts and smoothly stroke your turgid length, the creamy green mud acting as the perfect lubricant. I stroke you and feel your cock twitch in my hand. "Really. Very. Hungry."

You glance up and see that almost 15 minutes has indeed passed, so I extricate my hand from your shorts and your hand from my pussy, and we stand to enter the next room, the shower area. Since the green mud tends to get everywhere, they've installed curtains over the showers so people can remove swimsuits in order to thoroughly rinse both body and suit before redressing and exiting the shower. We find one that will accommodate us both and we enter, closing the curtain behind us. There are people here too, but not very many, and with the piped in music (soft African jungly music) and echoing walls of the cave interior, plus the sounds of water pouring, no one can hear anything. The lighting in the main room is a bit brighter but here in the shower with the curtain closed we are still enshrouded in shadows. 

You draw me into your arms and we share a long deep kiss, full of desire and promise. The mud still slips between our chests and legs as the smoothest lubricant. It is a clean, fresh smelling "mud," very moisturizing, but very thick, so it takes a lot of stroking and rubbing under the shower water to remove it. You pull my swimsuit down until it bunches up at my waist, revealing my soft B-cup breasts and take my nipples between your fingers, tweaking and rolling them gently. I moan and kiss you harder, our tongues entwined as we plunder, desperately needing more more more...

We stroke, touch and fondle one another, cleansing ourselves of the mud. Here too there are dispensers with herb-y smelling cleanser, and we start to really smell like we've been to a spa. The scents are wonderfully aromatic without being overpowering, and they are therapeutically chosen for the relaxation they inspire. However relaxed we feel emotionally and mentally, physically we are both as tightly wound as springs, and we both know there will be only one remedy-abandoning ourselves to our lusts and engaging fully in the passion that has percolated beneath the surface ever since you appeared at the Vista pool almost three hours prior. As the water cascades over my hair, neck, shoulders and breasts, you follow with your mouth, licking and nibbling each area as it is cleansed of the green mousse. My hands loosen the string that holds your shorts up and I slide my hands around to grasp your ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly. Then they wander around to the front and stroke your manhood, hard and smooth. Your shorts slip further and fall down to your feet, where you step out of them. 

I slip down to my knees, taking your cock in my mouth as the water continues to cascade down my hair and chest and back. My hands slide along your legs, cleaning them of the mud as I massage your thighs and calves while taking your cock balls-deep in my mouth. You taste so good, filling my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat. I relax and push harder and the head of your cock slips deeper, blocking my airway. I hold you here for a long moment, working my tongue and lips at the base of your cock. When I absolutely need air I pull off with a soft 'pop' and look up at you. Your face has a look of such extreme astonishment, and tender affection for me, it makes me blush. I swallow your cock again, this time maintaining eye contact as I stroke in and out along your rigid prick. I hold your ass hard with my hands, hopefully conveying to you that today is long from being over and I want you to go ahead and cum for me, blast me with your seed, and finally have the release you've been missing for so long. 

Apparently the message was conveyed, since you grasp my head with your hands holding me tightly to you, and throwing your head back and groaning with a shudder and a shake you explode in my mouth.



Glen joins the Phallic Explorer



Glen looked about. The storage hold on the starship was almost full of interlocked containers, and for a moment he panicked. He had to get into the crew quarters before they sucked the air out of there or he would be no more than pink sludge spread over the cargo. Not a nice thought. 

Fortunately the alarm alerting everyone to get ready for departure came on just then, with an orange light flashing somewhere behind the cargo to his left. Glen managed to crawl back there and find the exit door, but waited till the red light began to flash and the final alarm hooted before he opened it. Adjusting his clear compression suit he rearranged his package flatteringly in its webbed housing and stepped out into the corridor beyond, ready for anyone. 

Looking up and down the corridor Glen saw nothing enlightening as to which might be the best direction to go, so being a man with leftist leanings he took a chance on going left. And around the first corner he came to the flight deck and heaved a sigh of relief and stopped. A spare body form couch stood empty behind the pilot and he slipped unnoticed into it, quickly securing the webbing about him. He set the end of the thin drain tube at his slit and it automatically began to glide up his urethra and expand to form a tight fit, and he sighed and quivered at the feel of it. Meanwhile another tube found his anus and slid in there to fill him firmly by expanding once it was inside. 

Glen had always liked preparing for take off. And he moaned a bit as the two tubes expanded and contracted inside him like living organs, striving to maintain just the right pressure in his passages to take away whatever came naturally. He could happily dream the next 18 hours away on pornographic mind stimulation and wake up dry, in every way, so he selected a varied programme of erotic fantasies to be fed to his mind on the first leg of the outward journey.

But in spite of the pleasure he was experiencing already, Glen's last thought before he slept was, 'where the hell am I going'. He'd not had time to care about the starship's destination as he dived out of the way of that last blast of a very angry Belinda's ray gun.

***

Down in the starship's medical center SB, the ship's medic, was immediately aware of Glen's body hitting the couch. He knew every last molecule of the bodies of the crew and official passengers and had their vitals automatically monitored. But the webbing that Glen was wrapping around himself hit the medic with an immediate sensory overload. 

Hmmmmmmm. The medic moaned as the wave of sexual arousal hit. SB had total sensory access to the webbing encasing Glen as he struggled to analyze the stowaway's vitals and log them in before the ship leapt into star drive, and out of the system. 

SB's sensors told him the stowaway's body was firm and well muscled. The medic swallowed hard. A body like that was rarely found among starship crews. In the navy yes, SB thought with a flash of regret, but not on commercial ships, though the Phallic explorer was better provided than most in that regard. His mind locked onto Glen's body signs as he sensorily cruised over the man from head to toe, finding the highly aroused mid section most interesting. 

The stowaway's body was humming already from the sensation of the probes making their way inside his two lower orifices. And SB's own body was getting pretty aroused feeling just how much Glen liked those sensations of intimate penetration. In particular the feeling of the soft nosed round headed probe expanding inside Glen's anal passage was making the stowaway moan and spasm. The webbing's sensor's were also observing the stowaways increased arousal elsewhere as the webbing began its circulation stimulating massaging of Glen's entire body.

The medic groaned, and increased the firmness of the webbings massage of both the stowaways and his arousal paths. SB was close to fully engorged and moaned as he felt the size of Glen's growing erection. Shit he gasped. The guy was all natural and hung. He wanted to have them both pumping out their semen till they were exhausted, and he was going to. He had all the webbing controls and could expand and contract and pump the orifice inserts in both their bodies so they screamed and begged for more, and he was going too, he sure was, and he made the adjustments. 

"Yes," SB gasped as the adjustments took effect, "Oh yes."

***

Glen's almost mindless body responded to the probe in his arse as the head stroked over his walls, giving off tiny stimulating shocks each time it brushed over his prostate. The smaller probe twisted and slipped in and out gently fucking his soft slit deep and shallow, and Glen bucked and pumped his hips as the webbing tightened itself over his body in a wave, before clamping on his hard nipples and tugging at his balls. 

The webbing also gave his fingers something to dig into as he moaned and twitched violently as his first ejaculation was sucked up by the pulsing urethral probe. Inside his mind Glen was fucking a beautiful nymphomaniac while an enhanced Longinium stud was making full use of his channel and another was deep throating him. He wasn't sure which one he was kissing and it didn't seem to matter, he just wanted more and rolled about till he imagined he was fucking the second Longinium and the Nymph was sucking him.

***

SB in his medics couch enjoyed much the same sensual experience, without the induced pornofantasy images, the hunky stowaway was plenty for him. Whoever this stowaway was he was certainly welcome on the Phallic. But no way was the man waking till the medic had a chance to examine him in the flesh, and the captain could ensure he carried no lethals. So SB set Glen's couch to manual override and settled back for 17 more hours of shared sensory fucking, hoping the rest of the crew and passengers had an uneventful trip that didn't require his services. 



Glen Passes Inspection



"So, who is he?" the Captain asked, staring down at the stowaway writhing in the couch.

SB had been stunned when he had seen how good looking the man was. The stowaway already had enough going for him in the action department to have looked as ugly as a galvanic warthog. SB would still have been more than satisfied with sexual use rights in return for making the man's trip passenger class comfortable. But writhing in pleasure on the couch he had found a prime human male. Extra prime and all natural.

Captain Prong loosed the couch's webbing and opened up the stowaway's clear compression suit. 

"Hooee," he whistled, admiring the naked body before him, and particularly the hard, thick,10inch erection that had popped out. "So what's he doing here? He ain't some passenger's mindless fuck toy running loose is he?" Prong asked stroking his own plasma enhanced twin cocks to stiffness. 

"No, he's all human. But he's got a block." 

The medic frowned, that was the one thing that wasn't perfect about the stowaway, SB hadn't been able to get any info out of the man's mind. Not even a name.

"So he's a crim. Shit," Prong said, his cocks flagging. "How'd he get in here then? I'll kill security."

"He jumped into the cargo bay just before departure. A ray blast hit the hull just behind him." 

"What?" Prong yelled 

"Hold on Captain, it wasn't an enforcement ray, it was a private one and low power, ship's fine. Then he hopped on the couch just as we red lighted. Knew what to do. He's traveled before. And Captain, he's all natural."

"What?" The captain said, his 2 cocks slipping to hang mode. "That ain't natural. Shit. But hey, some of the passengers will like it." 

Personally the Captain mistrusted any guy whose sexual organs weren't artificially enhanced. 

"But he's been maximized," the medic replied smiling. 

After ten years working on phallic improvement therapy he had finally reached the point where if it weren't natural he didn't want it in any of his orifices, thank you. Nor did he like his own quite nice natural tool in any enhanced ones. He knew what they did with those things - and it made him shiver just thinking about it. 

"Yep he's maximized," SB repeated.

That he liked. Making sure a man or woman, had got the maximum benefit of the genes they'd been born with was 'natural'. Yep a 10 inch (maximized) natural cock was just fine fucking in his arse. And a tight natural arse was just the best fuck.

"I'll just wake him up and take him to my medical center," the medic said, getting business like as he released the couch's mental hold on the stowaway. 

In seconds Glen was open eyed and smiling, already snapped out of the four way fuck he had been enjoying in his mind. A small moan as the pulsing organic tubes slipped out of his slit and his well massaged arse was the only sign he gave that he was just emerging from 18 hours of all ways porno action.

"Hi," he said, smiling up the two men standing beside him, "I'm Glen. Nice to meet you." **

When they had told him he would have to contribute something to the running of the ship in return for staying on board, Glen had smiled his agreement without giving it much thought. It was a long time since he had piloted anything bigger than a pleasure craft, but hey, there weren't many jobs on a ship that the didn't know something about.

"The Phallic explorer prides itself on the quality and sexual experience of its crew Glen, and I reckon you have what it takes opt make a real contribution opt the passengers enjoyment during transit," the Captain droned, as he stroked his left dick.

Glen's mouth dropped, 'This is the Phallic explorer? The all male tour ship that offers its passengers the ultimate erotic holiday?" he asked, suddenly not sure if being part of Belinda's insane schemes to overthrow the government might not have been safer than being where he was now.

"You got it Glen," the Captain replied, smiling broadly at the still reclining stowaway. 

Glen gazed down at the two thick cocks the Captain had flopping about, and wondered what sort of improvements some of the extremely well heeled passengers might have. The Captain reached down and stroked Glen's stiff rod, "Yep. I reckon you will have no trouble paying your way."

'Cough," the medic interrupted, "I have to take him for a full health check, before he goes anywhere near anyone," he said gruffly, "Now follow me Glen, and hurry. I haven't got all day," SB added, leaving the bridge and striding off along the corridor and stepping into a drop shaft.

Glen stepped into the shaft behind the medic, expecting to fall to the bottom. but instead the medic was suspended there and he just slipped slowly down past the man. And the medic placed his hands on Glen, running them over his body as it slowly slid by him.

SB examined and tongued the feet casually as they slid past him, then stroked and kissed the calves, then the thighs, finally slipping his hands and tongue between them. Glen slid to a halt suspended in the drop shaft as the medic's mouth and fingers made contact with his package. The hands explored his scrotum and rolled his balls about gently as the mouth explored his growing erection.

"Is this part of the medical exam?" Glen asked, looking down at the black curly haired head of the medic, now level with his phallus. 

"A preliminary," SB chuckled. "The first stage only Glen. I give a very thorough exam, and there will be many, many more, the Captain insists on a healthy crew."

The medics hands completed a stimulating examination of his testicles before he began to mouth them and Glen groaned. He widened his legs and lifted them slightly in the weightlessness of the drop shaft as the medic's free hand slipped back to his still sensitive rim and the firm fingers explored the so recently occupied passage beyond. 

The medic's vast and intimate experience showed in the effect he was having on Glen. Even after Glen's previous 18 hours of stimulation the medic's mouth and hands already had him quivering and whimpering and gasping.

"Yes, yes, fuck," Glen moaned, as his erection grew to its full length and the action inside his arse had him dripping. "Kiss me, fuck me," he begged. 

The medic let Glen's body drift lower, keeping his hands busy working Glen's cock and balls. Glen's hands were stoking his own nipples and belly and pulling the medics head to him, as the medic kissed and licked and nipped his way up the slowly falling torso.

When they were face to face Glen fell on the medic's mouth and drove his tongue in as he wrapped his legs around the man's hips and positioned his hole over the medic's rigid 8 inch cock. The medic did some fancy hand work and Glen came, his cream dampening his and the medics bellies as they moaned their approval.

The medic took hold of his tool, and as Glen slowly descended onto it rotated it and stroked the head about Glen's well opened passage walls. Glen groaned and slowly released the medic's mouth, running his hands down the man's torso to tangle in his pubic hair before moving back up to his nipples. As the phallus creeping ever higher inside Glen began to hit sensitive territory and he let himself lie back as they slowly continued to descend. 

Glen was almost weightless, getting all the support he needed from having his legs clasped about the medic's hips, and whatever else he needed by having the medic's hard nipples clamped firmly between his thumbs and forefingers. 

The medic yelped at the painful grip, and cried out while running his own hands over Glen's exposed belly and chest, grasping and tugging at the stowaway's fine trail of body hair and hard nipples 

When the medic finally bottomed in him Glen groaned at the fullness and began to pump his hips. SB arched back getting even more depth inside the stowaway's passage as Glen increased his speed and pulled up further and further with each pounding. Soon he had the medics tool plunging up inside him to the hilt, then almost leaving his passage each time he pulled back. The medic clawed at Glens's chest and tugged at his balls and cock as they rubbed against him and his own hips started to match the pumping rhythm of Glen's. 

It was a few weeks since the medic had enjoyed an almost zero G fuck, and a long time since Glen had. He had forgotten how much more pleasure he got when he could relax his whole body and just go completely with the sensation of something thick working inside his channel, whether it was sliding up and down his passage gently or pounding it brutally and when it rotated he yelled out his approval. 

Glen lost concentration and grasped at the medic's arms as he fell back further and further, his head almost falling past his arse as he lifted his legs higher and tried to pull the medic's cock deeper and deeper into him with each driving stroke. His legs lifted up and splayed out behind the medic's back as his torso floated, lightly held only by the medics firm grasp on Glen's hips as he now pumped the moaning and rehardening stowaway's body back and forth, up and down. 

Then SB began to rotate the near weightless body on his tool. He twisted Glen's hips about, first one way, then the other, turning his passage on his tool, grunting and moaning at the firm grip of the channel as it stroked around him. Then he pumped Glens tight passage as he rotated him, and lost control completely as he twisted Glens body brutally around his throbbing pounding pole. 

Glen cried out and writhed with the strange forceful movement of the tool inside him, as it touched every part of the depth it had reached. And just before they landed the medic cried out and arched back, filling Glen's channel with repeated bursts of the cream he had been holding for this moment. Glen felt the heat of it, and moaned loudly with each burst.

SB withdrew his cock with a slurp, as he pulled Glen upright and the stowaway straightened his legs, his feet touching down gently at and bottom of the drop shaft along with the medics as they arrived at the level of the clinic. 

"That wasn't a bad preliminary," Glen said dreamily as he pulled the medic to him for a deep wet kiss. 

"Time now for your official examination," the medic said when the kiss was over. 

And wrapping his hand around Glen's refilling cock he led him through a sliding panel into the small but state of the art clinic.

"Now I am going to have you sit back in this chair Glen," the medic said. 

SB indicated a sloping backed, narrow seated, chair with extensions arching up from each side of the seat, and guided Glen to it, still holding his cock as Glen turned and seated himself. The chair cradled him intimately, pushing his hips forwards, letting his back curl comfortably and giving him an excellent view of the medic's hand holding his dick. When the medic lifted Glen's legs and placed each one up on one of the extensions, the stowaway smiled, knowing that his puckered, cum slicked, hole was now clearly visible to the medic standing before him, and perfectly positioned for another fuck. 

"So do we start the examination now?" Glen asked, ready and willing but wondering if he had the strength. 

"No. No. More preparation Glen, you must know that good preparation always gives a better result," said the medic, smiling lasciviously, leaning in for a kiss, then producing a small steel box and opening it. 

SB extracted a small clear button from the steel box and placed it on one of Glen's nipples, it tickled, no more, then he took out another and placed that on the other nipple. 

"What are those for?" Glen asked, not feeling anything. He had expected them to be clamps of some sort. 

"I have to ensure that you are healthy," the medic replied smiling.

"Oh," said Glen, not sure what bit of his health his nipples showed. 

The medic extracted a long thin sock shaped piece of clear film and slipped it over his patient's cock. "My health again?" Glen asked frowning 

"Of course," replied the medic, "I have to monitor your sexual health Glen, which on this ship means your ability to perform." 

The medic removed another clear tube and moving forward between Glen's thighs ran his fingers up and down the soft inner parts of his patient's thighs, then teased and circled his rim, smiling as he held Glen's eyes with his.

"You obviously enjoy your work SB," Glen responded, quivering a little, and smiling back at the medic who had already given him plenty of enjoyable attention

"With you Glen, I do not think of this as work. Let's say youre examinations will be a wonderful excuse for me and you to share many pleasurable hours of fucking," 

Glen laughed lazily and arched as the medic finally slid the clear soft tube into his anus, and sighed, "Oh,oh." Then, "It's going deeper. Oh yes," he moaned, feeling the soft plasform begin to move up and expand inside him. 

The medic applied more buttons to Glen's chest, his feet, and hands and neck.

"My health still?" Glen asked huskily, now quite aroused and curious about what was happening. "And how do those tell you about my healthy ability to perform?" 

"Oh, you'll find that out very soon" the medic replied, fixing Glen with his eyes again as he stroked his fingers up his inner thigh again, before planting a last button in the middle of it. He stroked the thigh for a little longer seeing Glen filling more from the stimulation.

"Unhm," Glen sighed, liking the feel of the medic's hands on him, as well as the sensation of the tube settling inside him.

"Now relax Glen, I'm going to start measuring your sexual responsiveness to various stimuli," the medic said, leaning forward and kissing Glen full on the mouth and slipping a final unexpected button inside it and onto his tongue

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm the medic hummed taking out a small remote and pushing the start button. 

Glen felt nothing for a few moments. Then it began. So faintly at first that he wasn't sure anything was happening. His nipples began to ping slightly and he sighed, feeling the stimulus increase till he was crying out and writhing from the pleasure pain of the exquisite torture they were undergoing. Then that stopped and shivers were running up and down Glen's inner thighs, his cock jumped, and his ass spasmed as the shivers became stronger, and again he was crying out and writhing in the chair. When they stopped he fell back sweating and reached for his engorged cock 

"No, not yet Glen," the medic said, pushing his hand away. Glen couldn't help grasping himself, until the medic pulled his hands to the side and clamped them gently down. 

Then Glen felt his feet were being caressed and his cock jumped higher. The unstoppable intimate attentions moved over his body, occasionally introducing him to erotic sensations he had never felt before. He discovered that only a small stimulation of his inner ear had his hips bucking in mindless ecstasy, and his passage had only been stimulated for moments by the insert before he came, overwhelmed by the way his body tingled and throbbed from the attentions it was receiving.

The medic saved the data for future reference, released Glen's hands, and moving between Glen's thighs sunk his fingers into his puckered hole, probing in there and stretching his passage further. Glen pulled him into another deep possessive kiss as the medic stripped the buttons from his chest. When he could SB bent his head to suck and nip at the exposed dark tips as Glen moaned and thrust his chest out and pumped his hole up and down on the probing fingers.

Then the chair was being lowered until Glen's head was level with the medic's own cock and Glen leant forward and swallowed it. He rolled it in his mouth lovingly, tonguing at the soft domed cap, trying to probe the soft slit with his pointed tongue tip, stroking the veins with his tongue, sliding his lips up and down it, rotating it in his mouth . The medic groaned and grabbed Glen's hair and began to pump into his face. Glen opened his throat and took in as much as he could, wrapping his fist about what he couldn't take and sucking deeply on the thick rod.

The medic pulled out to shoot his cum over Glen's muscular chest, giving him back his cock to clean, then bending to lick up his own cum from the stowaways chest.

"Did I pass?" asked Glen, relaxing back as the chair rose again. He was spent at last and drowsy as his hands caressed the medic's chest and belly.

"You reacted well," the medic replied, applying a stimulator to his own cock, so he could fuck Glen himself, one last time before the man fell asleep exhausted. "Your erotic responses are all in the high range. Of course we haven't tested you as a top yet. Or with multiple penetrations. But that can wait." 

"Oh," gasped Glen, wondering if he would survive whatever went with being tested as he fucked, and feeling the medics cock stroking his entrance briefly before it was worked into his ass alongside the plasform tube. "Oh no," he gasped, feeling the fullness of the firm tube and a thick cock stretching him just inside his entrance. 

"Is it too much?" the medic asked, stopping his penetration just inside the rim of the muscle 

"Oh," gasped Glen feeling himself opening. "Oh no. Just hold it. Oh." he gasped again as the medic moved the chair's extensions wider apart and slightly higher, spreading Glen's thighs wider apart and opening his ass wider.

"Yes," sighed Glen, "No don't stop," he croaked, but gasping again as the medic moved in deeper. Then he was taking it, moaning encouragement and arching his body in the chair as he was well plowed one last time, before falling asleep with the medic still stroking up inside him.



Glenda



I always considered my mother to be a dried up old bitch, a real certifiable bitch. Well, she used to be anyway. Now, she's my whore, my cocksucking, cum swallowing, hot pussied whore. She fucks me with her mouth, cunt, or ass whenever we get a chance and, believe me, I manage to find a lot of reasons to go to her place and do things for her. Unknown to me, my wife, wanted me to do things to her, too.  If only I knew how the two of them had planned the whole thing, I wouldn't have waited as long as I did..

My wife's mother, Glenda, who is a 50-year widow is not all that much to look at, but she more than makes up for the lack of looks in bed. She stands a little over 5 feet, weighs about 105 pounds and, after looking for myself, wears a 28A cup. Small but still fairly firm for an old broad with nice nipples that beg to be sucked and I love to suck them as much as she likes having my lips wrapped around them.

It all started the day she teased me by showing so much of her body off to me that I ended up raping her. Only it wasn't really a rape, she had really wanted me to take her but I was just too dumb to realize it and didn't know what was going on at the time. Anyway, I was working in her yard cutting the grass and trimming the hedges and she came out of the house dressed in only the skimpiest of bikinis. Without a word she dropped the bra and walked in front of me shaking her tits and asking me how much I wanted to suck her nipples. Now her yard is well shielded from the neighbors by thick hedges and a privacy fence which surround a nice little in-ground pool. I looked at those tits shaking in front of my eyes and started to reach for them. as any good red-blooded American boy would. She slapped my hand away and told me I was such a naughty little boy to try to take advantage of her like that. She even told me that she was going to tell Gloria, my wife, that I was trying to play around with her tits and trying to seduce her.  Well, I figured that if Glenda was going to tell Gloria about all this, I may as well have done something to get in trouble over.

Now, I'm a fairly heavy man about 5'6" and 185 so Glenda was no trouble to grab around the waist and throw to the ground. She was a bit startled and she bounced a little as she gasped in surprise that I would do such a thing. Before she could recover and get to her feet, I had torn the bottoms of her bathing suit almost in half as I took them off her and had placed myself between her legs, forcing her thighs open with my knees. To keep her quiet, after smelling the heady aroma of pussy juice, I stuffed her torn bottoms in her mouth and held her hands well above her head.

Glenda's eyes popped wide open when she first saw the size of my cock and she started shaking her head violently from side to side. I laughed and ran first one and then two fingers into her tight pussy. She was dripping wet and, with a vicious smirk on my face, I slid my cock deep inside her in one violent thrust. She screamed, I don't know if in ecstacy or in pain, but her bottoms kept the sound from coming out. I started ramming my cock in and out of her pussy as fast as I could and knew I wasn't going to last very long. This was payback time for all the teasing I had been subjected to over the past year and I was going to make sure I had all of what was coming to me. My balls started to tingle after only about twenty strokes or so and I knew that the heat was coming out of my cock slit pretty soon.

Slowly Glenda's moves changed from trying to push me away and stopping the invasion of my rigid pole of flesh to trying to pull me deeper inside her cunt. Her body arched up from the ground as she started fucking up to meet my thrusts and that motion put me over the edge. I sprayed hot slippery sperm deep into her honey-pot and mixed it with my cock. My cum had made her pussy so slick and I was still so horny that I took advantage of its slickness by pulling my cock out of her cunt and flipping her over. 

Once I had her on her belly, I pulled her hips up and opened up her asshole with my free hand. I didn't even probe it with my finger. I just lined the cockhead against the puckered pink hole and pushed. She didn't quite know what I was doing until my cock burst through the ring of muscle and went deep into her shithole again in one massive thrust. She tried to scream once again, but those bottoms were still doing their job and muffled the sound. My second cum took a bit longer, but was just as satisfying as the first one had been. I sprayed the walls of her rectum with my slippery seed and held my cock deep inside her until it finally shriveled up and popped out.

When I finally had pulled out and released her hands, she rolled over. Spitting her bottoms out of her mouth, she let me have it both barrels. "You motherfucking bastard! How come it took you so long to fuck me? Wasn't I good enough for you? Godddamn it! You didn't have to rape me! You could have been a little more gentle with me."

I was shocked by what I was hearing from my mother, a woman I had conisdered a dried up old prune. "I didn't want Gloria to find out that I was trying to make up my mind to fuck you, you slut. And damn it, I did have to rape you to put you in your fucking place!"

"Gloria? It was her fucking idea to have me tease you. You've been sticking that dick of yours into her so much lately that she needs a break. Sonny, if you had been half the fucking man I thought you were when you married my daughter, you would have taken me to bed at least a year ago! Damn it. I've been teasing you for that long at least. What did I have to do, walk around naked in front of you? Yeah, I did, didn't I? But those were only my tits and you went berserk. You fucking asshole--where to you think you get off taking advantage of a horny old bitch like me?"

"You gonna tell Gloria about this?"

"I don't have to, you stupid cock headed asshole."

"What do you mean?"

"Look over there. What do you see?"

Turning in the direction Glenda was pointing, I was stunned once more. Gloria was standing near the pool dressed in nothing more than she was wearing the day she was born and rubbing her fingers up and down her slit as fast as they could travel. She moaned as her body shook violently from a gushing cum that made her weak in the knees and knelt on the grass beside the pool.

Suddenly it dawned on me that I had been set up by these two women in my life. But what a setup! And, somehow I knew that that was not going to be the last time with Glenda. In fact, I was convinced it wouldn't be the last time when Glenda leaned over and slurped my cock into her hot mouth as Gloria stepped up behind me and caressed my nut sack before sticking her tongue up my ass. As I looked down, I saw Gloria slip her tongue deep into her mother's cunt, licking up the cum I had just put there. My cock naturally started getting very hard once again.

I just knew I was going to love this new incestuous relationship. Now I wonder if I could talk my mother into joining us--nah! Why ruin a good thing? Little did I know that my mother was to be next, but that's another story for another time.



Glenda



You have a lot of time to think when you are sitting on a cot in a jail cell. No TV, no radio or newspapers to distract you, nothing but a wall with names and dates crudely scratched into it. You could spend time wondering what was behind RAMOS 4-12-81 or what the story was that went with I FUCKED MARIE AND HERE I AM, but I didn't. What I thought of mostly was why I was there - what caused me to be sitting in a jail cell. The primary reason was clear enough; another man found me with his wife and decided to get physical over it and it turned out that my game was better than his. The end result was that he was at the hospital emergency room and I was in jail, but the real question was why was I with his woman in the first place? Just what was it in my make up that had put us in my bed?

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Any shrink worth his salt will tell you that your problem, whatever it might be, had its roots in something that your parents did. In my case they would have been absolutely right. I was eleven years old at the time. My mom and dad both worked during the day and so the house sat empty from around seven-thirty in the morning until at least five in the evening. It was in the spring, April if I remember right, and I had a bad case of spring fever so I decided to skip school and go home. 

If I had walked to school that morning it never would have happened. I would have come down the street to use the front door and I would have seen mom's car parked out front and I wouldn't have gone into the house. But I had ridden my bike to school that day and so when I came home I came down the alley so I could put my bike in the garage. I let myself in the back door and I was halfway up the stairs on the way to my room before I heard the noises. It sounded like some one was hurt. There was a lot of moaning and when I heard it I got scared because no one was supposed to be in the house. But scared or not an eleven year olds curiosity is a strong thing so I slowly moved up the stairs to investigate. 

The noise was coming from my parents bedroom and I quietly tip-toed down the hall, ready to turn and flee if necessary, and I peeked around the doorframe and saw my mother on the bed with a man I had never seen before. I knew what they were doing because I had seen some French post cards and some of the older kids had described what I was looking at as fucking. Mom was on her back and her legs were spread in a wide vee and sticking up in the air. She had on all her clothes except for her underpants and the man's pants were off, but he still had on his shirt, shoes and socks. From where I was standing I couldn't see much, but what I did see was enough to stamp something into my brain that has stayed with me these past forty years. My mother was wearing nylons, a garter belt and high heels and the picture of those nylon-covered legs and high heel clad feet has never left me. I have had a nylon, high heel fetish ever since and it was that fetish that put me in the jail cell.

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It started when I was laid off from the job that I'd had for twenty-one years. I had to go out and find something else and I finally found a job in the office of a paper company. The first couple of weeks I spent learning my way around and getting to know my new co-workers. There was one co-worker in particular that I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of. Her name was Glenda and besides being a very sexy looking lady overall Glenda wore high heels every day of the week. It didn't matter if she was in a dress, a skirt, slacks or jeans, the shoes were always high heels and I always got a hard on when she walked by my desk. About a month after I started they reorganized the office and Glenda's desk ended up where I got to spend most of the day looking at her legs. It didn't take Glenda long to realize that she had an admirer and it soon became obvious to me that Glenda had some exhibitionist tendencies. She also must have had a touch of evil in her. She rearranged her open front desk so that all I had to do was look up from whatever I was doing and I couldn't miss the display.

Once Glenda knew she had my attention she started to torment me. Her skirts became shorter which had the effect of showing a lot more leg. When sitting at her desk she would open her legs just wide enough to make me wonder if I was going to see the Promised Land. Several times she did open them wide enough to let me see the color of her panties. I knew that she was doing it on purpose, but every time I looked up from enjoying the scenery I would find her looking studiously in another direction. This went on for months and then one morning I glanced over at her and saw that her legs were spread wide and I noticed that she had no panties on. I also noticed that she had a shaved beaver. The sight took my breath away and when I finally was able to tear my eyes away and look up I saw her looking at me with what I can only call an evil grin on her face. It seemed that Glenda wanted to move things onto a higher plane.

Over the next couple of weeks Glenda would flash her pussy at me two or three times a week. If she had been single I would have been after her in a heartbeat, but I just wasn't the kind of guy who goes after another man's wife. Girlfriend or fianc‚e no problem, but wife, no. I did spend a lot of time wondering what her motives were. Did she just like being the exhibitionist, did she get a kick out of teasing me, or was she sending me an invitation? I was still wondering the day she flashed me with her shaved pussy and then, while I watched in stunned disbelief, shoved a battery operated dildo in it. I looked up and she winked at me, licked her lips and then blew a kiss at me. Twenty minutes later she got up and walked over to my desk, "Enjoy the show?"

"It was a little distracting and I'm afraid it probably is going to make me late in turning in this report."

"I should charge admission, but I get so turned on by the looks on your face that I'll settle for asking you your advice."

"My advise about what?"

"Here, take a look at this" and she handed me a catalog. It was from a company called the Leslie Shoe Company from some place in Michigan. "Take a look through it and tell me which style would look the sexiest on me."

I leafed through the small book and saw that Leslie catered to those who wore high heels. Strappy sandals, classic CFMs, high heeled boots, they were all there. I pointed to a shoe that was all thin straps with a five-inch heel and she looked at it and then back at me.

"Funny. I would have bet that you would be a "come fuck me pumps" guy."

"Normally I am, but you have small, sexy feet and I like to see your painted toes. CFMs would cover them up."

"Ooooh, do I detect a trace of kinky here?"

"No, I just know what I like."

"Well okay. Since you are my primary audience and that's what you like, that's what you will get."

Before I could ask her what she meant by "primary audience" she went back to her desk.

The next day Glenda swung by my desk when she got to work. She dropped a magazine in front of me and said, "You like toes so read the story on page 46."

I picked up the magazine and saw that it was an issue of LEG SHOW. I turned to page 46 and saw that the title of the story was "Maude's Toe Sucking Slave." I looked over at Glenda and saw that she was inserting her battery operated toy. She blew me a kiss, spread her legs wide so that I couldn't miss a thing and then she went to work on the pile of papers in front of her on her desk.

It is hard to get any work done when a woman is doing her absolute best to hold your attention, but I did my best and I was able to finish my report by lunchtime. I glanced over at Glenda and made a decision. In all the time I had been with the company there had been no social interaction between Glenda and me. No lunches together, no coffee breaks shared in the break room, and in fact I don't believe that before she showed me her shoe catalog we had exchanged ten words with each other. All that we had going was her teasing of me. I got up from my desk and walked over to hers. She looked up at me and I said, "How about lunch?"

She gave me an appraising glance and then said, "I guess I could do that."

After the waiter took our order Glenda said, "What took you so long?"

"So long to what?"

"To finally get around to asking me out?"

"You're married and I don't usually mess around with another man's woman."

"What's different now?"

"I guess it is pretty much curiosity about what is going on between us at the office."

"Truth?"

"Anything else wouldn't mean a thing."

"I have a kinky side that I wasn't aware of until about a year ago. I found a copy of LEG SHOW and after I read it I realized that I was like some of the women that are in the stories and that I wanted some of the same things that they wanted. When I saw the way you looked at my legs and feet I thought that you might be like some of the men in the stories and I began to tease you to see what you would do. You kept looking, but you didn't do anything so I kept escalating to see if I could get to you. When you still didn't do anything I decided to approach you with the shoe catalog. When you mentioned toes yesterday I remembered the toe-sucking story and that's why I dropped the magazine on your desk this morning. Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"A man like the men in the stories."

"I don't know. I've never read any of the stories. What kind of men are they?"

"Kinky."

"Kinky how?"

"Toe sucking, leg and feet worshippers, submissive and like that."

"Sorry. My biggest turn ons are heels and hose, pretty feet and great legs, but I don't suck on toes and there isn't a submissive bone in my body. What about your husband?"

Glenda gave a derisive snort, "Him? Melvin? Mr. Twice a Week Missionary Position Only? He got outraged the first time I put on a pair of high heels. He actually made me take them off before letting me leave the house. I have to hide my heels in the trunk of my car. I leave the house in tennis shoes or flats and change after I get here to the parking lot."

Now while I won't chase after a married woman, I won't pass up a free shot at one so I said, "Missionary only huh? Well, maybe I can help you out a little there. I don't know if you would consider it kinky enough to suit you, but I eat pussy, love blow jobs and anal sex and I do make love in positions other than the missionary."

"Is that an invitation?"

"No Glenda. You are the one who has been sending out invitations. All I'm doing is giving an RSVP."

Glenda gave me an unreadable look and was silent for several moments and then she said, "I guess that since I've never done any of those things that they might be considered kinky, but I had really hoped for a toe sucker or a man who would like to do something really weird like maybe pee on me or let me pee on him. But I guess a girl has to take what she can get. When?"

"When what?"

"When can we get kinky?"

"That's up to you. I have no one to answer to, but you have a husband to worry about. You have to pick the time."

"Mel bowls on Tuesdays and Fridays and he goes right from work to the bowling alley. I'll have until ten-thirty on those nights."

"Well then, since tomorrow is Tuesday plan on leaving work with me and we will see what we can do about getting you some kinky."

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For someone who had never sucked a cock or had anal sex Glenda took to it like a duck takes to water. By the time she went home that first night her mouth and ass had been well broken in, but what Glenda loved more than anything else was to have her pussy eaten. She had never experienced it before and she absolutely loved it. It was the first thing she wanted to do when we got to my place and the last thing she wanted to do before she left and the fact that I did it after fucking her and with my cum still in her pussy just drove her wild. She was energetic, enthusiastic and willing to try anything and for the next three months we did our best on Tuesdays and Thursdays to fuck each other's brains out. Near the end of the third month Glenda told me that she wouldn't be able to see each other for a while. Winter leagues were over and there would be a few weeks before the summer leagues started up and there was no way she could get away with her husband home.

"The good news lover, is that he loves to bowl and he will be bowling in three leagues this summer on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The bad news is that the summer leagues start an hour later than the winter leagues did so I will have to go home after work and fix his dinner and then wait for him to leave."

I wasn't happy about it, but those are the kinds of things that happen when you are playing around with a married woman.

The two weeks drug along and seemed to last forever and it didn't help that Glenda kept me fired up during the day at work with her displays. Finally the two weeks were up, summer leagues had started and the first Monday Glenda showed up at my door she was hot to trot. She was shedding her clothes as she came through the front door and left a trail of them to the bedroom. She dropped down on the bed, "Hurry lover, eat my pussy. It has been too damned long and I'm hotter than hell." As soon as my mouth touched her pussy I knew what was going on and I pulled back and looked up at her. She was looking down at me with an apprehensive look on her face.

"Trying to be a little kinky are we?"

She looked away.

"Don't you think that I should have at least been asked first?"

She still wouldn't look at me.

"When?" I asked.

In a weak voice she said, "Just before he left for the bowling alley."

I was torn between telling her to go home or making her go into the bathroom and douche before we went any farther. It wouldn't be the first time I had eaten a pussy with another man's cum in it, but before I had always known ahead of time and it was my choice. I wasn't all that pleased that Glenda tried to sneak one by me. Again in a weak voice Glenda said, "Please lover, please? I just want to know how it feels."

Well, I had been two weeks without pussy and I already knew that it wouldn't kill me so I bent back down to Glenda's cunt and began to work on it. She went absolutely crazy. She bucked, twisted, ground her pussy against my mouth and screamed as she had orgasm after orgasm. I'd eaten her pussy before, dozens of times, but she had never gone off like that, not even when I ate my own cum out of her. For the rest of the night she was a sex crazy slut and when she finally left me at ten-thirty I was pretty damned exhausted. Just before she left she said, "That was awesome lover. I've never, ever felt like that before. Can I do it again, please?" For sex as good as I'd just had that night I would have eaten her after a gang fuck so I told her yes. I didn't know it, but that yes was going to put me in jail.

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For the next two weeks Glenda showed up for our Monday, Wednesday and Friday get togethers with her husband's sperm inside her and she proceeded to go absolute nuts when I ate her out. The rest of our time together she tried to fuck me to death and came damned close to doing it. Monday of the third week is when it all went to hell. Glenda and I had had our usual exhaustive evening and I walked her to the door when she was ready to leave. I opened the door to let her out and found a man standing just outside the door. Glenda's face went pale and she squeaked, "Mel, what are you doing here?"

"Stupid question you fucking whore. He just had a piece of your ass and now I'm going to tear off a piece of his." 

He pushed Glenda out of the way and took a swing at me and the fight was on. Glenda was screaming at both of us to stop, one of the neighbors called the cops and there I was, sitting in jail.

They held me over night while they waited to see how badly damaged Glenda's husband was and when it appeared that he would survive they issued me a ticket for disturbing the peace and then turned me loose. I got home to find several suitcases in the middle of the living room floor and Glenda sitting at my kitchen table sipping coffee. She saw me looking at the suitcases and said, "I didn't unpack them on the chance that you might tell me that I can't stay."

"What about hubby dear?"

"We had it out when he got home from the hospital and I packed up and moved out."

It turned out that Mel had gotten suspicious of what Glenda was up to when she started pressuring him for sex every night just before he went bowling so he decided to skip a night and see what she was doing. I wasn't all that keen on setting up housekeeping at my age, especially with a woman fifteen years younger than me, but Glenda was superb pussy and she did love to fuck so I let her stay.

And then things got weird.

After a month of good sex Glenda said to me, "Sweetie, something's missing. We have fun in bed and you are a great lover, but I miss those fantastic orgasms I used to get when you would eat my pussy after Mel had fucked me."

She looked at me expectantly as if waiting for me to say something so I said, "And?"

"Well baby, I was wondering if maybe it would be okay with you if I went once or twice a week and got myself laid so I could come home and you could eat my pussy?"

"Good God no Glenda, it would not be okay with me. Who knows what you might pick up and bring home to me."

"Oh no lover, it wouldn't be like that. It would be safe, I promise."

"And just how would you be able to manage that?"

"Well, Mel wants me back. He keeps calling me at work and so I met him for lunch a couple of times this week. I told him why our getting back together wouldn't work, that I needed five times more sex than I could get from him and I also needed the oral and the anal sex that he would never consider. He says he can change and he wants me to give him a chance."

"So what are you saying, you want to go back to him?"

"Not if he doesn't change. It isn't a simple thing lover. I loved him when I married him and with the exception of sex he was a great husband. He says he still loves me and I guess deep down I still love him, but I will not go back to straight sex in the missionary position. Mel swears he will change and I told him that if he did I would consider coming back home."

"You still haven't spilled what you are after."

"I want to date Mel on the nights he doesn't bowl."

"So, what you are saying to me is that you want to cheat on me with your husband."

"Well yes, I guess that is one way to look at it, but look at the bright side. If I go back to Mel you can go back to living the way you did before I imposed on you."

"Why would I want that?"

"You can't fool me sweetie. You are nervous having me around and it shows. You were happier than a pig in shit when you only had me over two or three nights a week. That won't change lover. I told Mel that I wasn't giving you up. He has his nights out with the boys when he goes bowling and I'll have my nights out with the boys with you."

"Obviously you have a plan."

"Oh I spelled it out for him loud and clear. If he wants me back he has to let me suck his cock, he has to give me anal sex and he has to eat my pussy. That's the biggie. He has to eat my pussy after I've fucked you and he has to be willing to let you keep fucking that pussy."

"And you think he will?"

"I don't know lover, I really don't know."

"When do you want to start this plan of yours?"

"He's outside in his car waiting to see if I come out."

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That was six months ago. Glenda saw Mel every Tuesday and Thursday until summer league was over and now she sees him every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday during the winter leagues. So far he has had anal sex with Glenda, and has gotten used to eating her pussy while in a sixty-nine, but he keeps putting her off when she says he has to eat her with me leaking out of her. I don't know if he is just playing Glenda to get steady pussy or if he really wants her back and I don't really care. Regardless of what Glenda thinks I am in no great hurry to go back to living alone. The nights Mel sends her back to me full of his cum are the wildest nights of sex that I've ever had and I'd just as soon that they never stop.