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The Trophy

By: weenie2





In what is now the eastern European country of the Czech Republic, in the Sudeten Mountains, deep within the catacombs beneath the city of Liberec, legend tells of the existence of female creatures known as "Gargirls". Legend, passed on from generation to generation, describes the Gargirl as a creature that is gorgeous, sensuous, graceful, demon- tailed, and bat winged. Created from the forced breeding of young, captured, human virgin females and the Devil's own cave guardians known as "Demon Chimeras," the crossbred Gargirl is a beautiful, deadly and cunning predator. 

Although no one has lived to tell of their description, it is believed that Gargirls have long and deadly claws with at least one demon pointed tail. Almost all the species have demonic bat type wings for flight with the exception of the desert "Lamara", which has none. Their choice of prey is the female of the human species, preferably a blonde haired virgin, as the skin and muscle texture is tender and juicy with that particular human species. 

Once their prey is close enough, the Gargirl's demonic, hypnotic stare renders them virtually powerless and incapable of movement. Now defenseless, the Gargirls can easily control the subject for whatever the Gargirl desires at the time, which can range from simple personal sexual and erotic pleasure, or pure brutal rape, to satisfying simple hunger pains. 

Of the entire legend told of the Gargirls, one part in particular is quite interesting and worthy of taking note: the ability of their sexual organs, their vagina and breasts in particular, to produce a rare and extremely rare, valuable, stimulating and intoxicating digestible milky sweet tasting liquid or elixir called "Lankar" for the sole ingestion of a Gargirl's prey. As more and more Lankar is ingested by the Gargirl's meal, prior to its serving, the sinister and undetectable effects; the softening, tenderizing, and sweetening of the flesh and muscle tissues... much like the effects of the venom of a poisonous snake. Most importantly, Lankar eventually sedates and renders the victim completely powerless to move, thus making it very easy for the Gargirl to devour her meal. 

But, legend also tells of rare cases where the human pursuit is not of a Gargirl's Lankar, but the pursuit of the Gargirl herself... for actual love as guided by the heart. In such cases, the effects of the Lankar elixir when mixed with these feelings of love, produce powers for the good of the love affair, helping the progress and unification of the two. It is also told that when this mixing of love and Lankar occurs, it will produce powers that help to protect and conquer for causes of good against evil. 

In the world of the Gargirl, love can protect and lust can destroy. The choice is yours.......(for the full story of the Gargirls, visit the internet... Weenies Gargirls of Samral....

The following story is a Gargirl memory of a particularly delicious "meal"....



THE TROPHY

Khrishka, alone in her favorite childhood hiding place, admired her favorite trophy. Although it had happened over two hundred years ago, the gray lamara (a Gargirl without wings) still remembered her prize: a young, beautiful female - petite, feisty, somewhat muscular in stature, and most important of all, a dashing, longhaired virgin blonde. As Khrishka stared at the skull, her thoughts began to drift.... 

It had been unseasonably hot that day, the gray lamara remembered, as she lay restless and alone in her dark and wonderfully cold cave, waiting for the sun to set. As she quietly fingered her swollen clit, she could hear, as well as feel, the hunger pangs in her stomach. For several months now, her meals had consisted of average to below-average looking, non-virgin human females, mostly brunettes, with over- sized tits and extremely hairy pussies; quite disgusting, but food nonetheless. Of all the females she had devoured, none had come close to satisfying her personal, erotic 'Frothing' cravings for young, petite, firm supple breasts, with pale, almost milky white skin and a hairless cunt (hairless because of being shaved or because of the youthful age of the human). 

As Khrishka's hunger pangs increased, and her erotic thoughts changed to ones of frustration, she decided to alter her hunting strategy. Utilizing her long, strong, beautiful body with legs made for strength and endurance, combined with her wickedly powerful tail, she traveled far from her normal 'stalking' grounds. 

Having gone several miles, Khrishka finally came upon a forest. In the distance, she could see a small hot spring in a secluded clearing. With her super sensitive hearing, she could hear an ever so faint moaning, along with heavy breathing. 

"Mmmmmm....ahhhhhhhh......mmmm...", then several quick gasps of air in between. 

With her powerful nocturnal vision, she could see a female figure floating on top of the warm water in the middle, steam rising off its surface. The lamara slowed her pace considerably as she approached the spring. Khrishka was now deadly quiet. Jumping at least fifteen feet in the air, she studied and stalked her prey from within a leafy nearby tree. 

The girl, obviously knowledgeable of water and its characteristics, was simply lying on her back, floating on top. Her face and young breasts poked out of the water, nipples erect, her feet about 3 feet under. Khrishka quietly leaped to a nearby tree, drawing herself closer for a better view... stalking.... With her body temperature well over twenty degrees hotter than normal, pure, white saliva began to drool from her mouth. Her pussy also began to slowly drip her erotic sexual essence or 'lankar' as the Gargirls called it. Drifting into a 'Frothing' or feeding trance, her pupils began to dilate and vibrate violently. 

Khrishka could see the young girl's right hand between her legs. As the lamara watched, she could see and hear the water around the young girl's crotch slapping with small tiny waves. 

"Yesssssss....", Khrishka hissed. "Finger fuck that pussy of yours...", Gargirls had found, through experience over the centuries, that the more a human was sexually aroused, the more tender and tasty its meat became.

"Harder you cunt... harder..." The girl's moans grew louder and more intense.

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.... Purrrrffeeeccctttt!" 

After an hour had passed, the young girl finally climbed out of the hot spring. Without anything to dry herself off, she decided to lay upon a flat, warm rock nearby. Khrishka could now see her prey in all its splendor. The girl appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years of age, average in height, possibly five feet five inches, and somewhat muscular in build. Her breasts were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, with her nipples still standing hard and erect. Her young pussy was protected by a small blonde pubic bush. And her hair ... Ahhhhhh, her hair... a beautiful shade of golden blonde. Of all the different colors of human hair, blondes were the tastiest. Khrishka drew in a deep breath through her ultra sensitive nose. 

"Ahhh... And a virgin too! Puurrrfeeeccttt." Lamaras, with their acute sense of smell, could detect a virgin over three hundred yards away....something about how the pussy changes in smell, once it has been penetrated. 

As Khrishka continued watching her prey, she could feel a warm, steady trickle of 'lankar' ooze' from her now hot vagina, flowing down the inside of her left leg. A trickle of drool began dripping from her mouth as well. 

With her 'Frothing' frenzy in full swing, Khrishka was unable to control herself. Suddenly, she sprang from the tree, pouncing on top of the girl, knocking her off the rock onto the ground. 

To the lamara's surprise, the girl managed to momentarily free herself with a hard blow to her face. Khrishka had been fought off before, but this hit was, by far, the hardest she had ever felt from a female. A small trickle of blood flowed from the left side of her mouth. 

"Who and what the hell are you?" the naked girl screamed at her attacker. Her eyes quickly scanned her assailant. She had heard of creatures such as this, blue in skin color, long horns and a long, sharp- pointed tail, but she had regarded the stories as myth and fairy tale, never really believing them. How wrong she was. 

Khrishka stood quiet, staring at her prey. Then, a smile formed on her face. 

"Finally, the perfect meal! A gorgeous, young, beautiful blonde virgin with the ability to fight back", Khrishka said softly to herself, wiping the blood off her mouth. She put a finger in her mouth and tasted her own blood.

"Opportunities like this come along once in a lifetime" Khrishka chuckled to herself. The sheer thought of the challenge, coupled with the girl's beautiful looks, caused the lankar to follow more steadily from her vagina. 

Khrishka then slowly walked toward the girl. Her hands spread wide open, exposing her long sharp claws, her long, pointed tail violently twitching. 

"What are you going to do with me?" the girl asked, her body now in a defensive stance, her fists high and clenched. 

Khrishka continued her approach. 

Suddenly, the girl tried to escape into the nearby forest. The lamara was pleased. 

As the girl approached the forest and what she thought would be safe refuge, she heard a voice from behind. 

"Think you can run and hide from me you little fucking cunt?" it quietly said. 

Already knowing what her attacker looked like, the girl kept running. 

"You are going to make a worthy meal for me, my pretty." 

"Meal?" the girl thought to herself. Digging deep within her soul, she managed to run a little faster. 

"Excellent ", the voice said in a whisper. "You are fast for a human female... very fast. Excellent." 

Weaving in and out of tall rocks, the girl suddenly found herself in a dead-end. She tried to quickly assess the situation, huffing and puffing as she did so. The rocks were so smooth and tall... very tall. She turned to face her attacker. She saw nothing there. Not wanting to waste any time, she attempted to scale the rocks in front of her. As she climbed to the halfway point, the blue creature she had thought she had lost, quietly and easily appeared at her right side. 

"Going somewhere... bitch?" it said with a smug smile. 

The girl tried to swing and hit the blue creature, but its reactions were too fast. Then, with one hard blow of its left hand, the girl was knocked off the rock, landing hard on her side. Stunned from the impact, the girl rolled over on her back, trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and there, standing at her side, was the lamara, its tail vibrating violently. 

"Why?" the girl asked the creature, coughing hard. Blood flowed from her mouth freely.

Khrishka knelt down to closely examine her beautiful prize. The girl, still dazed, lay with her legs spread wide open, exposing her pink pussy. Bright, white drool now flowed steadily from Khrishka's mouth. 

The girl tried to scream for help, but Khrishka strategically grabbed her by the throat. The pressure was just enough to stop any effort to scream. She then tried to struggle free, swinging her arms violently at her attacker. Landing a couple of good blows to the creature's face, the girl expected its grip to loosen. 

Suddenly, she felt a quick increase in pressure on the backside of her neck. As quick as the pressure came, it suddenly went away. In its place was a feeling of... nothing. The sensation, or the lack of one throughout the girl's entire body, was strange. She could hear birds chirping in the forest perfectly well, but that was all. Unable to even blink or move her eyes, the girl began to panic...but only in her thoughts. After considerable mental effort, the only thing she found herself able to do was breath and stare straight into the dark evening sky. 

"Why, you asked?" the now familiar voice said in a hisssssss. 

The girl continued to stare into the sky, unable to respond. 

"The answer is: simply because I'm hungry." 

It was now clear to the girl what was happening. The stories she had always ignored were not myth or fairy tales at all. Terrified, but unable to move, she realized her time was running out.

The face of a creature now appeared in the girl's restricted view. Its eyes glowed an eerie blood red. The bright, slimy drool dripping from her mouth was now turning into foam. With its body positioned on top of the girl's chest, its eyes stared directly into hers. She could hear very heavy breathing. Drops of slimy foam hit her beautiful but perfectly still face. 

"I must admit that your instinct to survive is the greatest I have ever encountered", the voice said with a tone of admiration. "You should be proud. You were a worthy prey." 

The girl lay there, motionless, her eyes wide open. 

"And I bet you're probably wondering what's happening to you, aren't you? Why you can't feel anything." 

Silence. 

"It's a little trick we lamara's learned ages ago to subdue our meals." 

There was that word again. 

"We've gotten so good at it that we can paralyze almost every part in the body, except your vision and your ability to breathe. We wouldn't want you to die and miss anything, now would we?" The girl could hear a slight giggle. 

"The hardest part was learning how to paralyze the larynx. But as you can feel, or in your case, not feel, we've figured that out." 

"Oh... and don't worry", the voice continued in a hiss. "I guarantee ... you won't feel a thing..." 

The girl lay motionless. 

"Now sit back and relax", Khrishka said with a smile. Then, as quick as it came, the smile was gone. 

"This won't hurt a bit." 

Khrishka slowly bent down, opened her mouth wide, and with her long sharp fangs, took a hard, deep bite of the girl's pussy; a tasty delicacy for lamara's.

The girl's vision began to blur as tears of fear, not pain, filled her eyes... 

It was happening...

The Trophy



For those of you that do not like a lot of narration, you probably should read something else.



Diane drifted into town at the end of summer; besides a few personal belongings she only had a box; a very special box. The box contained SIX trophies. Having previous experience as a supply administrator, it was easy for her to get a job. She did a great job, always meticulous and professional and no one could ever claim otherwise. 

Diane also had a secret that she hid from everyone, until she couldn't. It pressed down upon her like a heavy weight. It would eat away at her resistance until she had none. 

Diane had been pretty and drew guys to her like moths to a light. But, she had always been a little stand offish with everyone because of her father. Her father was a drunk and she could never have anyone over to her home. Her mother had left them both when she was 18. She was never abused by him, but she was never really loved by him either. He had died in her first year at college.

When she was in college she had tried to spend all of her energies on getting an education, and then she had met Roger. He was her professor and she was totally unprepared for the older man's charms. Needing that love from her dad was probably why she had been attracted to her professor. They'd had a brief but intense affair and she had gotten pregnant. Roger had just laughed at her when she had told him the news. He had no intention of leaving his wife. 

Diane knew she wanted revenge. Only one thought coursed through her brain, he must pay. Then while arguing with him, her head had seemed to explode. Like wandering through an impenetrable mist, she had been lost in her rage. Her subconscious had taken over and that had been trophy number ONE. Once she was free of the blood rage that had taken hold of her, Diane had been horrified with herself and her first instinct was to run. Then a little voice in her head had told her that running would get her caught. So she covered up what she had done and had quietly gotten an abortion. Finishing college before leaving the area, she knew that she had been lucky to get away with it. 

Her dark brown hair had the same luster, her gray eyes shown just as bright. She was still attractive which was necessary to attract a man when the time was right. Every few years a subconscious urge tried to consume her. Diane would fight it as best as she could, but her will power would slowly drain and eventually she would give in to it. It had been many years since that first time. Diane would concentrate on her job trying to avoid people, but after that first time, the struggle became harder and harder for her. 

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In the time she had been at The Hartfield Company, it had become well known that Diane was a card carrying, flag waving man hater, why was up for debate. She claimed to be a lesbian but with a personality of acid rain women didn't like her either.

When she would finally give into the craving, she would choose and older man. In this case it was her manager Chris Evans. Once her subconscious had selected her next lover, she would spend time getting him into the proper frame of mind. She would first make sure that no one else would even suspect that this was anything except business as usual and then she would start being friendly to him. 

Diane always dressed in a skirt and button up blouse. If she and Mr. Evans were going to be alone, she would make sure her skirt would ride up and a few buttons on her blouse were open. Innocently flirted sexually would be her bait to draw him to her. 

Slowly, little by little, she had him thinking the way she wanted him to. It didn't take too long until Chris would sneak a peek every time he thought she wasn't looking. Diane eventually started meeting him for drinks after work at some nightspots around town, someplace where no one knew either of them. She always wore a blonde wig and dark sunglasses and explained she didn't want anyone to know they were seeing each other.

Enough flirting and exposed skin eventually led to them having an affair. When the craving took over Diane would develop a desire for cum from an older man. She wanted cum to shoot out of a hard cock into her mouth. Her mouth watered at the thought of how it tasted. She wanted to experience a hard cock slamming into her pussy and feel it throb deep inside of her as it shot a load. The craving had to be satisfied, even though all of the rest of the time she hated the thought of being penetrated by a man. 

Diane had led Chris to where she wanted him to go. There were absolutely no emails or phone calls between them. No one could know about them. He was more than willing to cooperate; he didn't want his wife to find out. 

It was late Friday afternoon. Diane trembled as she knocked on his office door, "You busy?"

A smile lit up his face when Chris looked up to see who it was, "Not for you."

She had waited until she could approach him with no one around. "Are we still on for this weekend?"

Chris felt his cock stirring in his pants, "Oh yeah. My wife is taking the kids to visit her mother. I told her I was too busy to go, so she left today." 

Giving into the craving made Diane desire a man, but it had to be from a man that was about the age her professor had been. Her professor had been her first lover. Diane had let him do anything that he had wanted to. Chris had been invited to do the same with her. But, this time would be special for them. 

"My wife is gone tomorrow, how about my place this Saturday?"

Diane was almost shaking in anticipation and couldn't wait until tomorrow; she needed it now. His house would never do, "Your home is out. We can't do anything there, your neighbors will find out."

Chris sighed, "And my wife will only be gone today and tomorrow."

They had been meeting at various places around town to have sex, now she needed someplace different. "Don't you know of any out of the way motel where no one will know you or me?"

"Well there is the Overlook Inn. It's usually packed during the spring and summer but no one goes there during the winter."

Diane nodded, "That's perfect. You go there right after work and I will be there in a couple of hours. "Remember Chris, no one can know about this or I won't do it."

If Chris had been thinking with his big head instead of his little head, he would have noticed how excited Diane actually was to have sex with him even though they'd had sex many times. But he was thinking of how good sex was with her and simply gave her directions to the motel.

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Chris had checked into the motel, wondering where she was, and he was becoming impatient. He couldn't think of anything but having her suck him and then fucking her. He felt like a real man when he was with her. 

Diane had left her car in the parking lot of a bar that she and Chris sometimes went to. She had picked that location because it didn't have security cameras in the parking lot. She got out wearing a disguise and used a pay phone to call a cab.

The cab driver found an old man in the parking lot of the Esimed tavern and took him to the Overlook Inn. He was paid in cash and given a $20 tip. He drove away wondering who the old man was; they really hadn't talked very much. 

Chris answered the door and saw an old man wearing gloves and an overcoat, "Can I help you?"

Diane started chuckling, "Chris, it's me."

"Why are you dressed as a guy?"

Carrying a medium size case, Diane walked around him and into the room. "I don't want anyone to know I'm here." She hung her coat up and still wearing the gloves went into the bathroom. She removed almost everything she had in her bag. Taking off her disguise and removing her theatrical makeup. After placing all of the items in her bag she removed the man gloves she was wearing, she put on a pair of long white bridal gloves. Only then did she get dressed to give Chris his sensual evening.

Waiting was making Chris irritable. First Diane had been late and then she had come looking like an old man. Now she was taking forever in the bathroom. 

Diane finally opened the bathroom door, stopped and posed for him, "Do you like?"

Chris was amazed, "Wow." Diane looked like a woman on her wedding night. Her hair was done up with a tiara. She was wearing a negligee that accented each and every curve of her body. The sheer material and lace seemed to be inviting him to explore and enjoy. 

Diane walked to the bed and sat down, "Don't keep me waiting."

Chris didn't have to be told again and headed for the bed. He thought it odd that she had on long white gloves. They accented her sexy lingerie and he just figured that was the reason she was wearing them. After his lips pressed against hers he didn't give it another thought.

"Mm," the journey was part of what made the end so special. Most men didn't understand that, just wanting to pull a woman's clothes off and get to it. Diane felt his hands on her breasts, "Easy tiger, we have plenty of time." 

Slowing down, Chris had gotten the message. He suspected that Diane wanted more than just sex. He had told her that sex was all he could give her. Slowly licking her lips and face, he thought that it might be fun to pretend and give her this fantasy for one night. 

Diane relaxed and let him please her; after all she'd had sex with Chris to get him to this night. She had no sex at all until she finally gave into the urge, not even playing with herself. She had enjoyed making him cum and having his hard cock inside of her body. 

Chris let his fingers roam lightly across the silky material of her negligee. When he barely brushed across her nipples he heard her softly moan. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

Diane lost herself in a red fog. There was no past or future, only the now. Her eyes were open but she wasn't seeing Chris, but Roger. This was the night he had promised her. "Make love to me." This was her wedding night.

Diane was a mystery to him. She obviously enjoyed sex with men but yet he had heard the rumors about her only liking sex with women. He wondered if she were bi. She had a mass of dark curls and wide innocent eyes that drew you in and held you. She kept her body tanned and toned and could have easily passed for a teenager if she wanted to. 

Diane felt her nipple between his lips and held Roger to her. "Yes...oh yes."

Sucking them through the filmy material, Chris soon had both of her nipples hard. Hearing her moans had started to affect him. He placed her hand on the bulge in his pants. "Please."

Roger wanted and Diane obeyed. Fumbling with his zipper, she soon freed his semi hard cock. 

Chris felt her slim fingers as she started to play with him, "That feels good."

As his cock got hard, she started gently stroking him. She wanted Roger in her but not yet...not yet.

Chris worked his way slowly down her body, moving her negligee as he went. Her skin was soft and if felt good touching it. He was tantalized at the sight of her shaved pussy through her lacy panties.

"Ooh," Diane felt him slide his hand between her legs and across her thinly covered pussy and the heat started to build in anticipation of what was coming.

Chris licked the lace panties and her pussy. If he hadn't already been hard this would have done it. 

Diane softly moaned. Roger always did know how to please her.

Chris slowly made his way down her silky tanned thighs. Her skin felt smooth and smelled sweet.

By the time he had reached her calves she was in a bad way. Feeling him trying to take her panties off, Diane pushed off of the bed to help. 

Chris got between her legs, his face just inches from her pussy. He loved giving a woman oral sex and prided himself in being able to take her to the heights of pleasure. He started by slowly licking the outer edges of her pussy. 

When he started rubbing her clit with his fingers and thumb she started squirming around. "Um," Diane felt her heartbeat quickening as the pleasure increased. 

Chris grinned, "Well if you liked that, you will probably like this. He licked two of his fingers and slipped them inside of her; at the same time he started licking her clit.

"Mm," Diane felt her pussy being tortured and loved it. His fingers were sliding in and out while his tongue licked her everywhere. The heat was building and building. 

Chris licked and nibbled Diane's sensitive flash and eventually had three fingers in her. He got into what he was doing to her and liked to see her squirm. But turning her on also had affected him. He needed her, and he needed her now.

She felt alive, every part of her tingled. Diane felt the torture she was enduring stop. Looking at him through half closed eyes, she saw Roger positioning himself. "Oh yeah," his hard cock slid inside of her and it felt wonderful.

Diane felt delightfully hot as he pushed into her. He would always feel some pangs of regret the day after he'd had sex with Diane, but sex with his wife was so boring. His wife would pretty much just lay there until he was finished. He and Diane had run though a lot of the positions in the Kama Sutra. 

"Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah," Diane hands had turned to fists. Pounding the bed, she exploded in an orgasm as Roger started pushing in and out of her. 

Diane writhing under him made the sensations of being inside of her all that more intense, but it was making his control start to slip. He pushed and pushed wanting to go deeper inside the scathing heat of her body. 

Diane had climaxed so quickly. Roger was making her whole body reach for a whole new level without ever really calming back down.

Chris didn't really want to cum this soon, but her slippery hot pussy just felt too good. "Baby I can't hold back."

Diane wrapped her legs around Roger, "Cum for me."

"I'm cumming! Ugh...ugh," Chris shot load after load of hot cum. 

She felt Roger's hard cock jerking deep inside of her. Knowing his sperm was in her triggered another, even more intense orgasm. The two lovers held each other, and kissed as they basked in the afterglow of the joining of their bodies. The room filled with the sounds of their breathing. 

Diane finally pushed Roger off of her. Her negligee was left on the bed, but she still wore her gloves. She went to the bathroom to clean up and brought back some refreshments for them.

"What's this?" Chris accepted a glass of champagne.

Diane smiled, "I want this night to be special for us."

Chris raised his glass, "To us." They clicked their champagne glasses together and drank. He had drained his glass so Diane went to her bag in the bathroom and got him another.

He accepted the champagne, but sipped this one. He thought that the champagne had tasted odd but suspected that Diane had just purchased a cheap bottle. The second glass tasted just like the first one, so he didn't give it another thought.

Diane didn't rush the evening. Moving back on the bed, she and Roger kissed and cuddled as she waited patiently for him to finish his champagne. With his champagne gone, Diane led Roger to the bathroom. 

Chris watched her start the shower and thought it peculiar that Diane would keep her gloves on.

Diane adjusted the temperature. Stepping into the shower, she motioned for him to get into the shower with her.

A shower with her sounded like fun and he wondered if she would suck him. He loved oral sex and with his wife, he actually preferred a blow job to full sex. 

Diane fully intended to suck Roger off, she was thirsty and not for champagne. But first things first, she soaped up her gloves with some body wash she had brought. She would have loved to let him wash her, but unfortunately that was impossible this time. Besides, she had already cleaned any trace of him off of her. Taking her time washing his body she enjoyed the sensations she was giving to him. 

Chris was feeling the two glasses of champagne. He felt very relaxed and assumed that it was from her washing him.

Licking her lips, Diane got on her knees in front of him. She loved going down on a hard cock, but she also liked using her mouth on a soft one and feel it slowly get hard. 

"Um," he watched the water splashing on her face as he saw and felt Diane use her tongue, lips and mouth. This was way more than what he experienced normally. 

Diane remembered the first time Roger had her suck him off; she had no idea what she was doing. She actually thought a blow job involved blowing, but it didn't take long for her to figure how to do it. 

Diane looked up at Roger as she sucked him. Using plenty of saliva, she sucked up and down his shaft taking care not to graze his cock with her teeth. 

Chris enjoyed everything he and Diane did more than what he experienced with his wife. Unlike his wife who's oral sex was sort of mechanical and performed without passion. Diane wanted him to know that she was enjoying it as much him. "Mm," he liked it when she varied her rhythm, speed and intensity; but he loved it when she gently played with his balls like now.

Diane tried upping the pace for a few strokes. She wanted to take him to the edge then bring him back. She was enjoying herself and wasn't ready to have him cum just yet.

Chris could feel that he was well on his way to getting off again, in spite of the champagne making him a little sleepy. He fought it off the lethargic feeling, not wanting to miss any part of their evening.

Diane licked, sucked and played with his hard cock. Using her tongue and fingertips, she payed special attention to just under the ridge of his cockhead. 

Judging from the look on Roger's face, she could tell it was time to get him off. Diane never took a hard cock all the way down her throat, it made her gag. Instead she used her hands and mouth together as she moved up and down.

Chris was close and knew from being with Diane before that she liked for him to cum in her mouth but always wanted for him to let her know when he was going to get off. The pressure was building in his balls and what she was doing felt fantastic. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna...," he gripped the handrail, "...um...um...I'm CUMMING!"

Even from that first time, there was never a question of whether she would swallow or not. She knew that she didn't have to, but just the idea of a hard cock shooting scalding hot cum in her mouth for her to swallow was such a turn on for her.

Diane felt the first shot of cum land at the back of her throat. Timing her sucking, she greedily swallowed every drop. Leaving his cock in her mouth until he was finished, she remembered that first time she had tasted Rogers cum. It was a unique taste and hard to describe. She had found out that food seemed to affect the taste. 

Chris was exhausted, "Oh baby that was great." He watched Diane turn off the water for the shower and turn on the bath instead. 

Diane got out of the tub. Adding some bubble bath, she made him sit down, letting the warm water and bubbles surround him. 

If he hadn't already been relaxed from the champagne and having gotten off twice, the back rub she was giving him while sitting in warm soapy bubbles would have done it. Diane was still wearing her gloves and using a sponge to lather him up. It was a very sensual massage.

Diane smiled as Roger relaxed in the tub of bubbles. He was so handsome. 

Roger was feeling more and more tired as she continued. Finally he watched Dane stand up and walk to her bag. She fooled around for a moment then poured him some more champagne and handed it to him. 

Diane raised her glass, "A toast to us."

Chris was feeling a very drowsy and had barely heard what she had said. He needed to rest for a little bit, he wanted to have sex with her again before they left each other and ended their night. "What shall we toast to?" 

"I told you, to us."

Chris raised his glass, "To us," and drained it. He put the glass on the edge of the bathtub and sank down into the bubbles. 




The Trophy



Diane smiled at the picture of Roger relaxing. "Have you enjoyed yourself tonight?"

"Oh..." he started choking "...yeah. That champagne...tasted a little...bitter." 

Diane took his glass, "That's because of the poison Roger."

Chris tried to stand but was too weak. Short of breath, he started coughing and gagging.

"You were mean to us Roger. You should have married me, but instead you laughed when I told you I was pregnant. That hurt us Roger." Diane got right in his face, "I got an abortion...It was a girl...Our daughter Roger." Diane shuddered, "I could hear her scream in my mind. She looked at me as they ripped her out of my body! I heard her ask me, "Why are you killing me mommy?" Diane started crying, "Now, every night as I lay awake I relive that moment over and over. Late at night, I can sometimes hear her crying for me, but I can't get to her." He sobs shook her entire body. "Our daughter needs me and I can't comfort her."

She stood up, "Now it's time for you to pay for hurting me and your daughter Roger."

His choking was making it hard for him to breathe. Chris watched Diane going back to her bag; it was the last thing he ever saw.

The blood rage over, Diane came out of the fog of her revenge. She saw Chris's blood mixing with the bath water and knew that she had done it again. She had fought it and lost, once more. 

Changing back into her old man disguise, Diane cleaned the rooms of anything that could implicate her. Taking his keys, she packed up her things and took everything necessary to keep from being caught. Driving his car back to the bar where she had left her car, she parked on the opposite side of the building. Making sure no one was outside to see her; she left the car with the seat pushed back as if a larger person had driven it and then carried her things to her own car.

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The next day housekeeping discovered the murder. Police were called to the Overlook Inn and found a mystery. The victim was a white male in his late forties identified as Chris Evans, a production manager at the Hartfield Company. He was in a bathtub full of water mixed with blood. His penis had been cut off. All evidence that could identify who had committed this crime had been removed. The victim's wallet with credit cards and money had not been taken but it had been gone through. They eventually found his car when the manager of a neighborhood bar complained that it was abandoned in his parking lot, but that lead went nowhere.

Besides what Chris Evans had eaten in the normal course of his life, toxicology found a mix of champagne, sleeping pills and cyanide. At the motel no other fingerprints had been found in the room but his and the motel staff. His car had his, his family and a mechanic's fingerprints. The sheets and towels had been taken. All guests of the motel had been accounted for, mostly locals having a one nighter, and not one knew a thing that helped. No one that he worked with had any idea why someone would want to do anything to him. The only clue they really had was a report from a taxi driver that he had driven an old man to the motel. 

After about a year later, the case was still officially unsolved. Diane decided it was safe to leave.

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Diane drifted into town at the beginning of summer; besides a few personal belongings she had only a box; a very special box. The box contained SEVEN trophies. 



The Trophy Final



This story is intended to be read as a sequel to "The Find" published in Erotic Couplings on July 13th 2009 by the same author.

As requested in public comments I have tried to include more details. Hope you like it. Chapter 3 is in the planning stage but not written yet. Feedback or suggestions are welcome.

Chapter 2: The Trophy Final

I had just blown the final whistle. "Me mum wants to see you. Over there, Paul," said the St Mary's under 12s striker and pointed to the goal at the far end.

I had thought he seemed vaguely familiar when he ran back to the centre circle after I allowed his second goal. His use of my name clinched it. "Terry; Debbie's lad," I realised.

Debbie was a fond memory from last summer; a chance meeting after she left her purse in McDonalds and I took it round to her house. She was kind, feminine and uninhibited; just my type. But she had two kids, Terry and a toddler whose name escaped me and had hinted at a difficult past. So she had stayed a one night stand; until now.

Involuntarily I looked where Terry indicated. She waved and beckoned and I couldn't help trotting over. She was dressed for winter in jeans, an anorak and, typical Debbie, a fluffy pink woollen hat. It didn't look like she had planned this. She didn't know what to say and I guessed that Terry had put two and two together on his own initiative.

Debbie shivered. "Give me ten minutes to shower and change," I told her, "Then I'll run you home." She nodded and told Terry to get showered and changed as well.

When I came out of the referees hut she was waiting nervously rocking her toddler in a buggy. She sat in the back of the car with Chantelle. But I could see her in the rear view mirror. She took her hat off and shook out her chestnut hair. It was longer now but as rich and soft as I had remembered it under my strokes. She still wore glasses and had no make up on, her cheeks were rosy from the wind, and her full lips broke into a secret smile. 

She had moved to a semi on a newer council estate. The furniture was still second hand and it was obviously a playground for kids but it was clean and feminine just like before. She sent Terry to his room to do his homework and put Chantelle down for a nap. Then she said, laughing "I'm going to take the shower you interrupted last time," as if to reassure me that the memory was happy for her too.

I half hoped she would ask me to join her but she didn't. Instead she left me alone in the living room. I couldn't help being nosy and realised that the photo of her ex, Terry's dad, which used to face the sofa had disappeared.

She came down fully dressed and got on with dinner. I realised that my growing desire would have to wait. She was focused on her family. She knew how to stretch a budget and produced a delicious dinner before we settled down to a cosy evening. Chantelle was into everything, I helped Terry with his maths and we watched soap operas on TV. It was all so domesticated that I began to think nothing was going to happen and we were just friends. But I enjoyed it. She was relaxed and it was a pleasant evening.

Eventually the kids had had enough and she put them to bed. She was a few minutes but it was worth the wait. She came back down in her nightie. It was a pretty floral print thing, very short with a cream lace hem and a neck line that barely covered her nipples. She put an old movie on and nestled down beside me, stroking my thigh gently with her long caressing fingers. I wrapped an arm round behind her back. She was slim enough that my fingers could reach the top of her thigh just below the frills of her negligee. She knew how to take care of herself. They had been recently waxed and her skin was smooth as silk. Underneath her muscles were toned and there was no fat on her at all. The contrast was exciting and I traced little patterns with my fingertips always ending in the valley between her legs. But they stayed together. She was tired, yawning after a hard day with the kids, and just wanted to cuddle; which was fine with me. I was tired too after the Cup Final had gone into extra time. 

Debbie liked natural things. Her hair falling onto my shoulder was unadulterated with dye or gel and her long brown tresses smelt deliciously of peach shampoo. I played with little ringlets of it and felt her body grow limp as she relaxed totally. She took off her glasses and snuggled into me, eyes closed and a dreamy expression on her face. As her right shoulder tilted down under my arm her nightie strap failed in its duty. Her breast popped itself into my left hand. 

She defined the expression "small is beautiful." She wasn't flat chested, just beautifully proportioned. Their size left room for an inch or so of gently contoured valley between the tops of her breasts which then subtly widened. The swellings themselves had plenty of colour and shone with health before turning up slightly into pointed, firm, pink tits. When cupped her breast felt firm and she eased it into the palm of my hand until it was comfortable with her nipple thrust between my second and third fingers. I curled my finger tips round the top of her orb and kneaded her very gently until she made a soft purring sound.

When the clock chimed midnight I realised that I had dozed off. So had she and she didn't wake. I whispered her name but still she didn't stir. I decided not to wake her. Gently I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to her bedroom. For a mother of two she was in amazing condition and easy to lift.

Her bedroom was like her private, woman space, with all kids clutter banished. The moonlight filtering through the chintzy curtains showed a patchwork quilt turned down on a single bed. I laid her on the bed gently. I wondered what she liked to sleep in. It was warm in the room and it occurred to me to take off her nightie. I knew she had no bra on but I wasn't sure about panties.

It's naughty I know but I thought, "A little peek won't hurt, surely." I gingerly eased the hem up her silky hips. A little triangle of sky blue lace was lying between her almost closed thighs. Tiny pink and yellow flowers lay just above her mound, and it was so tight that the valley of her cameltoe was showing. Paradise!

"I'm not asleep, Paul," she said. "I just wanted to see what you would do." I felt a right cad but she just smiled and said, "Don't worry I chose them for you." Then she sat up and invited me to continue taking off her nightie. I did, exquisitely slowly, kneeling in front of her and kissing every inch of her stomach and breasts as I lifted it. Finally she raised her arms straight above her head to help me. 

The lift of her breasts was breathtaking and I just buried my face in their valley. She held me tightly and whispered, "I really am tired but just come in and hold me."

I undressed, still hopeful. But By the time I had stripped naked her eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly, eyelids fluttering as she began a dream. I slid in beside her and tucked my hand under her breast. Unconsciously she laid claim to me throwing her arm possessively across my chest. Like that we shared her single bed all night and I have never slept better. 

As the sunlight slowly woke me I became aware of something lovely and soft and warm under my right hand. As awareness grew my brain attached meaning to sensations; soft cotton, an oval shaped bulge underneath, two walls of warm flesh rubbing against my finger and thumb, a valley the length of my middle finger, a mild scent a bit like sweet and sour sauce.

It all came together when I opened my eyes and realised that my hand was covering her panties, my palm on her mound and my fingers curled down between her legs. She was looking at me greedily and I realised that I had a huge stiffie.

"I've been watching you grow for half an hour, Paul," she said giggling. "Take them off. They're soaking".

They were and I did. She knelt over me as I guided my cock towards her passion place. She had perfect vulva, tucked inside her narrow slit until I spread her; beautifully proportioned, oval, pink, glistening with juice and with no hair to disguise their femininity. I lingered rubbing my foreskin on her protruding clit until it folded back and my tip found her opening. It was like receiving darts of electricity and I had to pull her down, thrust up my own pelvis and thrust deep inside. I wanted to cum but didn't want to cum yet. She knew it and made me slow down and caress every part of her as I throbbed away deep inside. 

She was so lovely, leaning forward and teasing me with her waves of hair until I had to throw them back and suck her breasts like a baby. She seemed to know that this satisfied a deep, never articulated need in me and rocked backwards and forwards cradling my head as I pulled gently on her tits.

She couldn't take any more, eased her nipple out of my mouth and threw her body back until she was horizontal, arms downwards, hands flat on the bed, bracing herself. Her flexibility was incredible. I was looking at eye level along the length of her thighs, firm, slim and dribbling with cum into her pussy with my own cock inside it. The proof of my huge manhood, and the pressure of my cock thrusting upwards against the front wall of her vagina, drove me crazy. I fired on all cylinders. So did she; simultaneously shuddering convulsively as her orgasm rippled through her body.

We collapsed in a heap, spent, breathless and stunned by the power of what we had unleashed in each other. But half an hour later, only the kids needing breakfast stopped us going for a repeat. 

But I knew I'd cum back for more. How did I know? After breakfast when I was about to leave Terry gave me his winners medal from the Cup Final yesterday. "You're a winner mister," he said in what he hoped was a man to man tone. "You make me mum happy. She'll take me to the United game this afternoon. You coming?"



The Trophy Wife



About two years ago, our next door neighbors sold their house and moved out West. They were both in their mid thirties with one little girl of about four years old. He was a fairly average looking guy with an average build, but his wife was short and weighed well over 200 pounds. Why he found her attractive, I never quite understood. They had always been nice to me, but I wasn't going to miss them. 

About two weeks after they moved away, the new couple moved in. Unfortunately, I was out of town over the weekend in which they moved in. One weekend later, I was shooting hoops in my driveway on my basketball goal when the new couple emerged from the garage. They waved at me and then came over to my driveway to introduce themselves. The new neighbors had already met my parents earlier in the week, but I had not seen them or met them as of yet. My mother had casually mentioned that their last name was White and that the wife was kinda cute.

The husband's name was Ron, who looked to be in his mid forties. He was tall and thin but yet somewhat muscular. He was in fantastic shape for someone at his age. It was his wife Elizabeth who really caught me eye. To say that this girl was attractive would be an understatement of grand proportions. Although Ron was at least 45 years old, Elizabeth did not look a day over 25. In all of my 19 years, this was beyond a doubt the foxiest babe that I had ever laid eyes on. Elizabeth was wearing an eye popping peach halter top with a plunging neckline. With the deep V neckline, almost a quarter of her stunning chest was visible. Her bottom half was covered with a jean skirt which perfectly showcased a pair of the most shapely legs which I had ever seen. She sported a pair of pale blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. Her blond hair hung a little longer than shoulder length, and she had cute little bangs above her forehead. 

As I talked with Ron and Elizabeth, I was mesmerized by not only the ravishing beauty who stood before me but also by her soft sexy voice. We only talked for about five minutes, but I was completely overcome with lust for my new neighbor. Within a few weeks, Elizabeth had become the talk of the entire neighborhood. Since I was lucky enough to live next door to this buxom beauty, my other male teenage friends were extremely envious of my close proximity to her. 

From my bedroom window, I could see over the fence into the White's backyard and swimming pool. My eyeballs grew as large as saucers when Mrs. White first appeared near the pool in a very revealing two piece yellow bikini. Her mountainous boobs were practically oozing out from the small yellow triangles atop her chest. Unfortunately, my school and work schedule did not give me a great deal of free time; therefore, my voyeuristic opportunities were somewhat limited.

As the weeks wore on, I gathered more information about Mrs.White. From several different sources, I found that Elizabeth and Ron had been married less than one year. Prior to her marriage with Ron, she had been engaged to a National Hockey League ( NHL ) player. Supposedly, she had ended the engagement. Rumors begin developing about her previous relationships, but the most interesting one involved her and the NHL player. A friend of a friend indicated that he knew a guy in an adjoining suburb who actually owned a videotape of Elizabeth doing the wild thing with her former fiancee, the NHL player. I actually could feel my cock growing as my friend indicated that she "did everything" on the tape including anal. I never saw the tape nor did anyone that I knew ever see the tape. For I all I knew, this could have all been some sort of urban legend; however, it certainly peaked my interest in my new neighbor.

My Mom had talked with Elizabeth on a few occasions and found that she was 27 years old and that this was her first marriage and Ron's second. Ron was a fairly high level corporate executive with a Fortune 500 company. During the week, her husband was almost a workaholic which included various overseas business trips. My Dad estimated that Ron earned between 200 and 300 thousand dollars per year. Elizabeth was so attractive that she was becoming some sort of cult figure in the neighborhood - at least with all males between the age of 13 and 25. When I mentioned and described to my friends about seeing her in the skimpy 2 piece bathing suit, they were all ears. One of my 16 year old friends actually offered me money to take pictures of her. 

Eventually Spring rolled into Summer which created a few more bikini watching opportunities. With their backyard being fenced in, I was hoping that she would take off her top, but unfortunately this never occurred. As she lay face down on the chaise lounge, she would untie the top which gave me an excellent view of the left side of her left boob. 

A few weeks later I was relaxing at home, when the phone rang. My parents were at work while I had the day off from my part-time job. Elizabeth, my sexy next door neighbor, had called concerning a computer problem. Her husband, Ron, was overseas and would not return until the end of the week. During the past few months she had learned that I was sort of a computer expert. She asked me if I could come over and try to fix her problem. I quickly threw on my shoes and walked over to her house. As she answered the door, I could see that she was decked out in a black halter tank top and a pair of extremely short white shorts. She guided me into the study which contained a computer, monitor, fax machine, couch and small TV. 

"After I turn on the computer, it says that the operating system is not found. I have turned the computer off and then again back on, and I get the same message on the screen. I guess for some reason it doesn't recognize my Windows ME." said Elizabeth.

She had the problem diagnosed correctly, but on a scale of 1 to 10 this problem rated at least a 7. After trying a few options, I finally called the computer manufacture. With their help, we were again up and running. It took almost an hour and a half to solve the problem during which time I was obviously distracted by Elizabeth's good looks. Her boobs were practically spilling out of her halter top. Unfortunately for me, I was wearing only a thin pair of jogging shorts - without any underwear. Without the underwear, my cock would pitch a tent more easily. As I arose from the chair, I could see that she obviously noticed the bulge in my cotton shorts.

"I'am sorry. I'am so sorry." I said. With my embarrassment soaring to record levels, my face turned beet red.

"That's OK. That's OK." replied Elizabeth in her soft soothing voice. To ease my embarrassment, she quickly changed the subject and thanked me for fixing her computer. After she walked me to the door, I returned to my house. My mind was still spinning as I was still incredibly embarrassed by the whole episode. Luckily for me, Elizabeth never told my parents or anyone about my erection. I knew that if my "incident" had become known, I would never hear the last of it from my other teenage friends.

One morning in early August, Elizabeth again called me with a computer problem. To decrease the likelihood of another hard on, I wore an athletic supporter beneath my cotton shorts. I had never been so embarrassed before in my life, and I certainly did not want a repeat performance. After I walked over to her house, she explained that she had bought one of those flat panel monitors. She was trying to connect the new monitor with her computer; however, she was getting some sort of error message indicating a frequency problem. Apparently, the old and new monitor were at different frequencies. To solve the problem, I adjusted some settings. This fix was somewhat easier than the previous "operating system" problem. 

By the time I finished with her computer and monitor, it was almost 12:00 Noon. Elizabeth asked me if I would like to stay for Lunch. Since I was wearing my jock and I was beginning to feel more comfortable around this sex goddess, I accepted her invitation. I couldn't help but notice her thin blue blouse as well the tight fitting jeans. Elizabeth was barefooted, and her well manicured toenails were painted bright red. When she briefly looked away, I would steal glances at her mountainous chest or her sexy tanned feet. We talked casually about many different topics, but she was most interested in my sporting activities. I was on the swimming team at college which gave me a slender and somewhat muscular frame. 

"I love those swimmers at the Olympics. They look so sexy with their shirts off." said Elizabeth.

"I don't claim to be an Olympic swimmer. In fact, I lost by almost 2 seconds to a guy that didn't make the qualifying round." I said.

I was being modest. I was a good competitive swimmer, but certainly not on the level of the Olympics.

"I know this may sound sexist, but would you mind if you took off your shirt. I 've seen you once or twice outside without your shirt, but I want an up close view." said Elizabeth.

I wasn't sure where this was going, but I quickly obliged and removed my shirt as well as my T-shirt. 

Elizabeth stepped over and sit down on the arm of the lounge chair in which I was sitting. She grabbed my biceps before tracing her fingers along my upper chest not before she gently swirled her index finger around my left nipple. I could feel my cock expanding, but the jock was keeping my missile in check.

"You've got nice pecs." cooed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth then sat back down in the couch less than 4 feet from me. We started a conversation about swimming before the discussion drifted off into different topics. After another 10 minutes or so, she excused herself to go the bathroom. 

"Just sit right there, I will be back in about 5 minutes." 

Ok, I'am not going anywhere." I replied.

When she returned to the Den, my eyes certainly grew larger, as she had changed outfits. Elizabeth was now decked out in a yellow halter top with a matching low waist yellow skirt. She had also slipped her cute little feet into a pair of gold open toed 4 inch heels.

"How do you like this dress? "My husband loves it. He says that it gets him all horny. Does it turn you on?"

Yes. I mean you look pretty in the dress." I stammered. She looked more than pretty. Elizabeth was downright ravishing standing there with her spectacular cleavage in plain view not to mention her completely bare mid drift. Her belly button was at my eye level, and if the dress had hung any lower on her hips, her pubic area would have almost been exposed.

"I don't mean to be nosy, but do you have a girlfriend?"

"No I don't - not at the present time."

"Have you ever been with a girl before?"

No one had ever asked me this question before, and I was beginning to become uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"No I haven't. I have been with a few girls, but I mean I've never gone all the way, if that's what you mean."

"Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it is admirable that you are waiting for the right girl." replied Elizabeth.

"Do you have any coins?" asked Elizabeth.

"No. I don't have any change."

She disappeared into the back bedroom and returned with a quarter.

"How would you like to play a simple little game?" asked Elizabeth.

After I said yes, Elizabeth began describing the elements of the game.

"When I flip the coin in the air, you call it as heads or tails. If you call it correctly, you get to take off all my clothes. If you lose, I get to take off all of your clothes. It's that simple. So, do you want to play."

My mind beginning racing as I contemplated the chance of viewing this girl in her birthday suit. I quickly accepted the offer. After she showed me the quarter, she flipped it in the air. 

"Heads." I yelled.

When the coin rolled to a stop, I watched in horror as it landed on tails.

"I win." she declared.

She wasted no time as she squatted down and untied my shoes and pulled off my socks. My cock was stiffening, but at the same time I was overcome with anxiety. I was a complete virgin, so exposing my genitals to Elizabeth was uncharted territory for me. 

"Stand up." instructed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth quickly grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. 

"A jock! You're wearing a jock." exclaimed Elizabeth.

"Do you always a jock?" she asked.

I then explained about the erection which she saw 6 weeks before, and that I was was trying to avoid another embarrassing situation. She brought her hands to her face and began laughing hysterically. After gathering herself, she carefully examined the bulge in my athletic supporter. Then in one swift move, she pulled the jock down my legs and over my ankles. While still on her knees in front of me, Elizabeth calmly stared at my prick as it began throbbing and slowly expanding. 

"Has a girl ever seen your cock before?"

After I told her no, she instructed me to sit back down on the couch and to watch her strip. Just hearing her sexy voice say the word "strip" caused my rod to pulsate and throb even more. With my virgin eyes, I then watched as Elizabeth lowered the yellow skirt over her hips before stepping out of it. A small red thong was now that all separated me from her viewing her feminine treasures.

Elizabeth then twirled around to give me a thrilling look see at her shapely ass and legs. As she removed the halter top from her chest, my cock began throbbing rather noticeably. I had seen nude females before in magazines, videos, and DVD's, but this was my experience with a live topless girl. As I stared like a deer in the highlights at her nipples and tan lines, she seductively squeezed her boobs together.

"In case your wondering, my two friends here are 36C's." 

I then watched in almost disbelief as my naughty neighbor pulled her skimpy thong over her thighs, knees and calves until the thong was gathered at her ankles. While still wearing the high heels, she stepped out of the thong and carefully hung her undergarment around my neck. After removing her high heels, Elizabeth dropped to her knees so that she was now at eye level with my tower of pleasure. She then began to give me the mother of all cock teases. Elizabeth began by planting kisses on my ankles before moving Northward to my calves and to my inner thighs. Elizabeth gathered my bloated balls in her soft hands.

"Your nuts weigh almost 5 pounds. I'd say that you are fully loaded."

After I let loose with a deep moan, Elizabeth began licking and sucking the drops of pre-come now glistening on the tip of my purple headed monster. After her tongue danced along the top of my prick, she lowered her full luscious lips and engulfed me in her hot mouth. I could feel her mouth filling with warm saliva as she began to work up and down my shaft. As I felt my orgasm building, she quickly stopped and told me that it was my turn to pleasure her.

Elizabeth sat down next to me on the couch and encouraged me to touch and feel her breasts. After placing each of my nervous hands on her mounds, I began to massage and knead them. Within minutes, I was kissing and suckling her now erect nipples. With my hands still exploring her chest, our lips met. Although I was inexperienced, she throughly enjoyed my light kisses on her cheeks, forehead and neck. My attention soon was again refocused on her voluptuous chest and then on to her flat stomach. She realigned herself on the couch so that she could spread her long tanned legs. At 5'7", her legs were just as important an asset to her as her gorgeous face and spectacular chest. 

"I guess you have noticed that my pussy is shaved. Ron likes me to have that clean shaven feeling down in my crotch."

With this being my first time and all, I was caught up in the excitement, and I didn't really notice that she had shaved her bush.

Like a teacher and pupil relationship, Elizabeth began giving me the grand tour of her inviting snatch. Just like some sort of tour guide at Yosemite, Elizabeth showed me her clit as well as the folds of her pussy. After allowing me to touch her puckered asshole, she guided my fingers into her wetness. With her careful direction, I rubbed 2 and then 3 fingers on the g-spot on the top of her vagina. To continue my sex ed 101 course, she lowered my head toward her love canal. She guided my mouth to her clit and instructed me to lick it and suck it as hard as I could. While attending to her clit, I re-inserted 2 fingers into her tight pussy. My education was soon paying huge dividends as I could clearly see that she was not only moaning but was also humping my mouth and my hand. Elizabeth was now writhing in ecstasy as I again jammed 3 fingers into her pussy and onto her g-spot. Within minutes, Elizabeth's orgasm hit soaking my hand and the couch with her love juice.

Elizabeth turned her attention back to my cock me as her tongue began to circle my bulbous head. After completely swallowing my cock alive, her strong lips squeezed the base of my dick, milking it as it continued to grow. Her slender hands tickled and danced along my swollen balls. My manhood was completely encased in her mouth. Just when I thought that I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped her cock teasing. 

"Are you ready to stick that cock in my pussy?"

"Yes! Yes! please." I moaned.

After she lay back down on the couch and spread her legs, I positioned my member over her volcanic opening. Because of her first orgasm, her clit was red and swollen. Her entire snatch was wet from her pussy juices. With one leg on the couch and the other draped across the back of the couch, I slowly eased my missile into her moist cunt. Inch by inch, I was soon in up to my balls in her honey pot. After seductively winking at me, Elizabeth moaned in pleasure and tugged on her erect pink nipples. With my cock now buried completely in her pussy, she instructed me not to move. After she began massaging her clit, she kissed me on the lips and gave me the green light to start thrusting. I started slowly but quickly increased my pace until I was relentlessly banging my flagpole into her. 

"Oh fuck me. Fuck me harder!" screamed Elizabeth.

With her legs now flailing in the air, her entire body began spasming. Her loud screams and grunts soon had my balls boiling with lust. I lost all restraint and began wildly bucking my hips into her slippery paradise. I could feel my balls tense up as I released jet after jet of my spunk deep into her drenched pussy. 

After we both recovered from our simultaneous orgasms, Elizabeth began licking and kissing my sensitive nipples. This horny trophy wife was some sort of nymphomaniac, and I was certainly more than happy to accommodate her needs. Our lips again met for some passionate kissing. Her tongue was darting in and around my mouth generating all kinds of new and exciting sensations for me. My hands soon made their way back down to her 36 inch tits. Like a child with a new toy, I kissed and licked her curvy chest for what seemed like an eternity. 

After leading me by the hand to her bedroom, I lay down in the middle of her king size bed. The feeling of the cream colored satin sheets beneath me was absolutely incredible. As Elizabeth knelt between my spread legs, I ran my hands over the smooth sheets. After placing soft light kisses on my upper legs, her fingers began tracing little circular patterns on my balls. Her hands soon made their way to my now semi-erect prick and began slurping and sucking on my manhood. As I started moaning, my buxom neighbor started to feverishly fisting my cock. She began to develop a rhythm as she would jerk my member for 10 or 15 seconds before swirling her tongue around my purple cockhead.

"Are you ready for me to sit on your dick?" asked Elizabeth.

Before I could answer, she poised her damp pussy over my crotch. After mounting me, she slowly guided my blood engorged member into her snatch. I rested my hands on her hips as I moved into her. She moved her hips back and forth, impaling herself even deeper on my prick. As she leaned forward, her massive tits were now pressing against my chest. Elizabeth began kissing my face and neck while my missile was vigorously pumping and thrusting into her love-tunnel. As the fucking frenzy continued, I cupped the cheeks of her ass in my hands. My cock was slick with her love juices as it reamed in and out of her pussy.




The Trophy Wife



Author's note: Absolutely no animals were harmed in the development of this manuscript.

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Sandra was a trophy wife. She had met her husband, Marvlyn, when they were in college, he was an early draft pick for the NFL, and she was the aspiring cheerleader. When he was drafted his second phone call was to propose to her, his first call was to his posse, they had always been there for him; they were the family he never had.

Life was comfortable for Sandra; she wanted for nothing, had most any material desire filled immediately, if not sooner, and played the trophy wife role well for her husband. With all the endorsements and notoriety, the bank account was not a worry. Her love life though had never been much to speak of. Marvlyn was not the stereotypical black man; he was undersized as a lover and did not possess the sexual drive to keep her satisfied. 

The year after his retirement from professional football Sandra had discovered Marvlyn with a young member of his posse in a close embrace in the pool house. Marvlyn had the young man's penis in his mouth and was obviously comfortable with the act. She made no mention of it to him; she was after all a wallflower, an object to prop up his charade. Her first inclination was to leave him, but that would serve nothing; no...being the dutiful wife was her lot in life and had provided her with a very good lifestyle, she would continue as she had all along and ignore this newly discovered idiosyncrasy. 

Sandra's family had not approved of her marrying a black man. They didn't attend the wedding nor did they send congratulatory sentiments. They didn't disown her, but they might as well have; she grew apart from them. With all this emotional baggage it was difficult to call home and confide in anyone, but she desperately needed someone to talk to and she couldn't trust anyone she knew with such intimate information. She picked up the phone and dialed the number for her brother's home phone.

"Hello?" a male voice intoned.

"Chuck, is that you?" Sandra asked, not having spoken to her older brother in years.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"Chuck, this is Sandra."

"Oh my gads, how have you been Sandra?"

"Ok...well not so ok...Chuck I need to talk to someone, I'm so desperate, can we meet?"

"Are you in trouble? Do you need a lawyer?"

"No, no, nothing as dramatic as that, I just need a shoulder and I can't trust my friends. Will you help?"

"Of course, when and where?"

"Can we meet at your house this evening?"

"Sure!"

"Its good to talk to you again Chuck, I'll see you there, bye."

***

As she drove toward her brother's house she thought of all the time Marvlyn spent with the posse. Had he always been this way? Had he been with all of them? Did he even like girls? These thoughts haunted her to Chuck's door step. 

Chuck greeted her warmly, if not affectionately. He listened as she recanted the strange tale of her life as a trophy wife to this sports superstar. It seemed very odd to him that people would prostitute themselves this way. Still, he listened. And as Sandra began to describe her sex life, or more accurately the lack of a sex life, he was spellbound by the tale of this man-amongst-men and his impotence with his wife. Then Sandra explained Marvlyn's posse of young men and how she had found him with one and the realization that it was young men he had a taste for and not her.

Chuck had been a good listener up to this point, but had to interject a thought, "Sandra, any man would be lucky to have a woman like you. You are beautiful, and smart, and you have the grace of an angel. What he's done to you is not an indictment of your femininity; on the contrary, it's an indictment of his manhood."

Sandra broke down and cried at this reaffirmation. "Oh god, what am I to do?"

"Leave him."

"I couldn't do that. He would keep everything, he has lawyers and friends...And I couldn't live any other way."

"So that's really it, isn't it?"

"What?"

"It's about your life style, not him."

"I suppose...yes! You're right it is about the money. But I've earned it for all those years of being there for him throughout his career. Haven't I?"

"What price for your dignity?" Chuck said a little too smugly.

"I didn't come here for a lecture Chuck"

"I know, I'm sorry, really I am."

The door bell rang and interrupted the siblings just in time to dispel the mounting friction. Chuck answered the door and invited his step son, Jim in. Chuck introduced Sandra to Jim and they greeted each other nervously. Jim was just dropping off things for his mother. Sandra saw the opportunity to leave and excused herself; Chuck said if she ever needed a shoulder, she knew where he was.

"Thanks for everything, Chuck, goodnight." She said and left.

"Wow, Dad, how come you never told me your sister looked like that?" Jim burst out as the door shut behind Sandra.

"Keep a civil tone young man, that's a confused young woman and she needs sympathy not molesting."

"Sure Dad."

***

Weeks had passed and Sandra was still unable to reconcile her contempt for Marvlyn's penchant for the down-low and her unrequited sexual needs. She had to do some thing, anything to stave off a confrontation with Marvlyn. She wondered if she could have a back-door man and keep it secret. No, someone would find out, or her lover would blab his mouth. What if she had a girl friend instead? No, she just wasn't cut out to be a lesbian; foiled, and foiled again.

She was lounging around the house when a perverse thought crossed her mind; what if she had an affair with her brother? Of course it wasn't a serious thought, her mind was just grasping at straws. But later, as she readied for bed, she had the same thought again; "what if?" She gently placed a finger between her legs and began teasing her clitoris, mewing tiny little kitten sounds as she did. Moments later she sobbed an "Oh" as she climaxed from the dual impetus of imagination and stimulation. She went to bed with her secrets, and cried herself to sleep.

The morning came with a fresh new outlook, Sandra was invigorated, and had to celebrate the change with someone. She picked up the phone and called her brother.

"Hello?"

"Hi Chuck."

"Hi Sandra."

"Chuck, I feel great and need to celebrate with someone, are you available?"

"Well...I guess so."

"Great, I'll pick you up, bye."

Thirty minutes later Sandra was driving them both to a neighborhood bar to celebrate. 

"You won't believe what happened to me yesterday, Chuck." Sandra started off, prattling.

"You're sure in a good mood, what a change, huh?" Chuck commented.

"Oh, you won't believe what I've been up to." She said, incredulously.

"Well don't keep me in the dark, what's up?"

"Well, I was still down – you know – then it hit me, I had to have an affair too."

"You what?"

"Well, I mean I didn't really have one mind you, I just thought about it."

"You thought about having an affair and now you're happy?" Chuck asked confused.

"Sort of..."

"How do you sort of have an affair Sandra?"

"Well..." Sandra thought it would be easier to explain it to him, "I was thinking about having an affair and then...I thought, no, I could never keep it hidden from Marvlyn, and then it hit me and 'bam'! It was so simple that I didn't think it through at first."

"What didn't you think through, what are you talking about Sandra?"

Sandra had led such a shallow, material life for so long she had begun to believe other's shared her narrow perspective. "Well I was thinking if we had an affair no one would be the wiser, no one would suspect us."

"You're nuts! You want me to...No way am I getting involved with you like that, no way!" Chuck gasped as he shook his head emphatically.

Sandra pulled the car over to the side of the road, looked at Chuck with a level gaze, and began to explain her logic to him. "You see, its perfect, Chuck." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Sandra, you can't be serious, how could you ever believe I would go for an idea like this?"

Sandra said nothing, but what she did, said all that needed to be said; she slipped her blouse down over her breasts exposing her perfectly shaped breasts and nipples to her brother, gently pressing them up with her hands from beneath. 

Chuck stared spellbound, never had he ever seen such perfect flesh, taught, supple and perfectly formed. He squirmed in the seat, visibly uncomfortable. Finally saying, "Sandra I..."

"No need to say anything Chuck, I see how you feel," pointing to his groin area, the material of his pants straining against the rigid man-flesh beneath, "Would you like for me to help you with that or should I take you back home?"

Chuck began to speak, "Uh..."

Sandra cut him off as she bent over and quickly rescued his penis from his pants, placed it to her warm pouting lips, and began to stroke it vigorously. Chuck was completely under her control, within seconds he was spewing his semen into her mouth. 

His excitement subsiding, Chuck looked at his sister as she replaced her blouse, somehow he felt safer with her clothed, her ravishing beauty was intimidating. "Sandra we shouldn't have..."

"We? We didn't do anything, I sucked you off, big brother, now I would like for you to at least hear me out."

"Ok, Sandra, I'm listening."

"It's like this, I can't leave Marvlyn, and I can't chance running around with other men, if Marvlyn ever found out...well you could imagine what would happen. Anyhow, I thought if we had a casual relationship, you know, with sex once in a while, I could always say that I was just visiting my brother, don't you see?"

"What about my family? My life? Did you think of that?" Chuck asked.

"Chuck what I need is sex, you are the only one who I can have sex with. You are attracted to me aren't you?"

"Well..." Chuck began to squirm again.

"I'll make you a promise; make love to me once, if you don't want to continue after that I won't press you again about it, deal?"

"Just once?" he implored, cautiously.

Sandra saw his resolve melting away, "Once and you can choose what happens next."

***

Sandra drove to a motel and after securing a room for their parlay, moved urgently to the room, unlocked the door and invited Chuck inside. Excitement over what was to come was roaring through her as she shoved his pants down around his calves, then knelt to help him get his feet free of the pants. Right in front of her face was his powerful cock. A few curling strands of his pubic bush had swathed around the shaft giving it a gift wrapped appearance. 

As she knelt at his feet, Sandra looked up at him, her deep blue eyes glittering with excitement. With feathery, delicate fingers she stroked the now rapidly stiffening tower of his prick. The cords of muscle in Chuck's throat stood out with the strain as he combed his fingers through Sandra's hair.

Deliberately taunting Chuck, Sandra tickled the sensitive skin on the insides of his strong thighs. She pushed back between his thighs, her fingers gently lifting and weighing the ovoid, sperm-heavy masses of his testicles. She saw his belly ripple with excitement from her bold explorations.

The first Sandra saw of that hard rod was its curving, bulbous head-just the tip of it-just its shy slit. She pulled the top of his under pants that still obscured his man-meat, exposing more and more of his cock, the white pinkish cap of the glans, the groove under it, and the special sensitive wedge on the underside where the groove curved upward toward the slit, like the top curve of a valentine. Then she was exposing the pale shaft with its soft skin and the bulging ridges of its veins that slid over the hard, hot core. And behind that ready, erect phallus, like an artistic backdrop, were the dark blond, almost brown curls of his pubic hair.

The shaft of Chuck's cock rose steadily, until it was aimed straight at Sandra's face. Without flinching away from it, she exposed his balls in their wrinkled dark sac nestling between his hairy thighs. She licked her lips at the sight of such a demanding cylinder of turgid meat, but that wasn't what she wanted this time. She didn't want a heavy bulk hammering down her throat. She needed it in her already streaming vagina.

Wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard cock, she fondled the rock-hard tower, feeling the skin shift over the unyielding core, and measured the tenseness there. She looked down at it greedily. Its curving cap was aimed now at the soft swell of her belly, as if ready to fuck her in the belly button. It was unlike her husband's prick, this, her brother's man-meat was impressively large.

Chuck reached around her arms and fingers as she fondled his erection. Sandra had to let go of Chuck's cock when he moved between her tanned, sleek legs. Then he slid his hands up the backs of her legs to her buttocks and hauled her hips forward into his face. His nose bored into the tangle of her pubic bush and jammed into the hot folds of his sister's pussy.

Sandra sucked in her breath involuntarily as Chuck's tongue speared into the searing heart of her sex. Her head rolled as passion flamed through her from the unexpected oral assault on her vagina and clitoris. Marvlyn didn't perform oral sex on her at all. 

She sprawled backwards on the rumpled covers of the bed, spreading her legs open to expose her crotch. She knew he could see the excited pink lips of her pussy through the dark bush of hair. Her breasts stood, proud, pale and firm as she lay on her back.

And she had feasted her eyes on Chuck's, powerful frame. As he had moved over her his cock had bobbed and weaved, drooling its own excitement. A shining drop was suspended by a glittering strand that stretched and stretched and finally broke, letting the heavy drop fall. 

Then he had been on her and into her warm, receptive vagina, and the perverse vision of her husband fucking his young friend had flashed through Sandra's mind. Why here and now did she have to see that? Why here and now, with Chuck's cock sunk in her streaming vagina did she have to fight down memories of her husband's, lover's face, of his tall, muscular body? Her imagination filled in what she was uncertain of-the curling black bush and the jutting cock that she had only imagined.

Then Chuck's pelvis collided with hers and the vision in Sandra's mind was obliterated by a fiery blast of pleasure. Her clitoris was mangled between their bodies, converted to a nova-knot of heat that flared out through her body, knotting her muscles and bringing a grunt from her lungs. Chuck pistoned his cock in her guts and her hips answered with twisting jumps of their own. His body felt rough and harsh against her tender skin. Lust raged through her.

Chuck thought that for a second, just a second, as he had penetrated her vagina with his cock Sandra had frozen. For a fleeting moment her body had gone limp and unresponsive under him as the hot folds of her vagina had enfolded his prick. But then, before he could worry about it or respond, she was alive under him, her body writhing and moving to accept him as he plumbed her depths. The feel of her tight vagina embracing his big phallus was enough to obliterate all thought about the incident. All his attention was concentrated on the feel of his sister's firm body against his, on the engulfing of his prick by her clinging, slick, wet folds. 

Pushing up, he watched her features. They still had that beauty-queen like appearance, and twisted with passion as he pistoned his prick in her tender belly. Then he lowered himself on her again and they writhed together ecstatically and relished the feel of their flesh, squirming against each other's bodies.

Sandra's hips took on a life of their own as she tightened her vagina around the cock pistoning in it. Her hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words were streaming from her lips as she urged Chuck on, clawing at his back, spurring his buttocks with her heels as she spread her thighs still more widely in an attempt to get more of him in her belly.

"Fuck, me, fuck your baby sister." she chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into her guts. "I'm going to cum, so fuck me. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into your sister."

Chuck saved his breath for the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into her guts. Listening to her say "fuck your sister" drove him to higher levels of extreme agitation. The fire was building deep in his groin, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking themselves to pump hot semen into Sandra's hole.

"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cumming," Sandra rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer lust as fire seared through her body. And then, unbidden, flaring up in her mind's eye, was the face of her husband's male lover, his eyes laughing at her as she climaxed.

Chuck was beyond caring what the woman under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into her vagina, stuffing her with his bulk. Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into her guts, his muscles straining against hers as he fought to skewer her completely on his prick.

The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, and then they both relaxed simultaneously. Sandra was pinned like a bug under Chuck's bulk, her slender, feminine arms around his big, masculine torso, her graceful legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His pale buttocks were nestled between her slender thighs.

A slight frown wrinkled the smooth skin of Sandra's forehead as she nestled her chin on Chuck's shoulder and stroked his back tenderly. She felt his cock slowly shrinking in her, retreating from her depths, leaving a hot, sticky pool in her vagina.

Finally, after several moments of lying there together, Sandra asked, "Well Chuck, what do you think?"

"I...I don't know Sandra."

"Would you like to be together again, just to see if it is something you would like to continue? I know I made a promise, but you're not bound to it, just take your time."

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course you may." Sandra said with a smile, "Chuck," she continued.

"Yes."

"You are the best lover I've ever had."

This made Chuck smile. He had already made up his mind, but would wait to let her in on it, just to add a measure of control over the situation. God, but she was beautiful. How lucky could he get? He knew he wanted her again, had to have her again.

***

Chuck's wife, Mary wasn't unattractive, but few women compared to Sandra for beauty and charm. When Mary began noticing that Chuck no longer initiated sex as he had before, she began to wonder about his, now, common absences from the house. He kept telling her that he was visiting his sister. "After all these years, she pops up now? How convenient!" She had a friend follow him for a week, sure enough, he was meeting with his sister, sometimes they went to lunch or dinner, but mostly they spent time together at her home. This news did nothing for Mary however, she still longed for her husband's embrace.

Sandra asked Chuck if things were ok at home.

"Just great!" he responded.

"Chuck, you are a wonderful lover and your stamina is impressive, but if you aren't keeping up with Mary at home...well she could become suspicious, do you know what I mean?" Sandra said, unsure if he understood how a woman might react to being cut off so abruptly.

"I see what you mean, three times a week with you has kept me away an awful lot. Maybe I'll treat her to a romantic weekend."

"Good idea, and its on me," she said handing him two crisp hundred dollar bills.

"Sandra, you don't have to pay me..." he began to protest.




The Trophy Wife



"I'm not paying for anything, I'm treating my brother to a weekend with his wife."

"Thanks."

***

The weekend came and Chuck had everything planned for their romantic getaway. Dinner and a play – Chuck hated plays – then they would return for a night of romantic love making.

All went well until they were in bed and Chuck realized that he couldn't get an erection, Mary tried everything he liked, but to no avail. Chuck was in a near panic, "she's going to find out now" he thought. Then he remembered the first time he was with his sister, how she had bent over his lap and sucked his penis, the vision of the act flashed through his mind, and he felt a stirring in his loins. Chuck seized on the opportunity; he closed his eyes and thought of his sister, her absolutely flawless beauty, the gentle curve of her waist as she pulled her clothes off...He was rigid now and Mary was administering to him orally...He continued his fantasy, imagining his sister was sucking his penis. Rumblings in his loins foretold of the impending orgasm, he quickly pulled Mary away from his turgid meat and drug her up and into position above his penis, quickly reaching down and spreading her pussy, he thrust upward into her waiting cunt.

Mary began to rock back and forth, quickening the pace until she felt the flush of her cheeks, the clammy feel of her hands and the quivering in her belly, then as if a tidal wave had struck her she climaxed with Chuck's penis thrusting up to meet her rocking motion. She was spent, but allowed Chuck to continue to complete his orgasm. 

He came with a sigh, "Uhhh."

Chuck was worried; what if he wasn't able to perform? What about next time, what if he wasn't so lucky? That could spell disaster for he and Sandra. He had to do something, but what? He called Sandra and explained what had happened with Mary.

Sandra realized then and there that Chuck was smitten with her, his lust and desire had consumed him, she smiled as he vented his concerns to her. "It's ok Chuck. You just need a little help, lots of guys do that aren't keeping two women, why not you?"

"What are you talking about Sandra?"

"Viagra, Cialis, or something like them, that's what they're for, Chuck."

"Hey, I didn't think of that!" Chuck sounded relieved.

"Go to sleep big brother, we'll worry about this next week."

"Goodnight sis."

***

Jim, Mary's son had flunked out of college and then flunked out of junior college. He was now trying to get into a trade school to learn electronics, but only lacked the initiative to enroll for the next semester. He had been hanging around and saw Sandra several times as she visited his step dad, Chuck. Jim had lost his cherry when he was in high school, but hadn't been so lucky since. One shot and done, he lamented, as he watched Sandra move so effortlessly to her car, admiring her legs as they swung from the curb into the car, before disappearing as the door closed. God! Was she a dish, he thought. If only he had a shot at that piece of ass...

Chuck was away at work when Jim came by that afternoon, he seemed to be away a lot anymore Jim noticed. Jim always used the front door and rang the bell when Chuck was there, but usually just let himself in through the back door when he wasn't. Today Jim walked to the back door, but as he rounded the corner of the house he heard the muffled sounds of a woman groaning – or more exactly, moaning sexually – through an opened window. Jim froze under the window, took the chance to peer through the screen and saw his mother sprawled upon the bed, thrusting a rubber dildo into her vagina. Jim recoiled from the sight, pulling back from the window, before stopping again, his mom was a woman after all, and who would know? He moved back into position and watched as his mother wriggled on the bed with the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy. 

Her whimpering was steady and Jim realized that she wasn't even close to a climax, so he looked around to ensure no one could observe him, confident the hedges were camouflage enough, he pulled out his now hard penis and began to Jack off while watching his mother masturbate. Jim was much more aroused it seemed than his mother, he came in great gobs of semen upon the brick wall of the house. His orgasm over he replaced his penis in his pants and then had a mean thought; "how funny would it be to walk in and interrupt her just now?"

Jim moved to the back door and made as much noise as he could as he entered calling out as he did, "Hey, Mom, are you here?"

A long moment later he could hear a crackling voice from the bedroom, "Uh is that you Jim?"

Jim laughed a mean little laugh, then said, "Yeah mom, what are you doin'?"

"Just taking a short nap, son."

"Oh, well I was hoping to catch Chuck, has he been around?"

"No, I think he's visiting his sister."

"They sure spend a lot of time together, don't they?" Jim said matter-of-factly.

"I suppose so." Was all Mary could manage to say.

"Well, let him know I stopped by, would you?"

"Ok." Mary said with a sigh.

***

Sandra managed to get several sample packs of Viagra for Chuck. As they nestled together in her spare bedroom, where they had now taken up residence when together, she produced them and explained their use. "Maybe we should try one now, to see how they work." Sandra wondered out loud.

"Sandra, I don't need anything to get up for you." Chuck implored.

"Well let's see what happens anyway." Sandra's pleading tone convinced him.

What happened then defies description. The frantic thrashing he gave her resembled sex, but was mostly a chemical reaction. Never had she been so thoroughly fucked, she didn't know it was possible to pass out from an orgasm, but it happened, Chuck fucked her into oblivion. For his part Chuck continued to fuck his sister, even after she had passed out. He was a raging bull with this stuff in his veins, indomitable. But as he was impossibly possessed under the influence, he was equally exhausted afterward. Sandra was unable to rouse him until the next morning. Nearly exposing their subterfuge, they decided not to chance that again. Chuck was relieved, Sandra less so.

Mary had worried about Chuck, he hadn't come home and that wasn't like him. Just as she was about to start looking for him, he came dragging in looking for all the world like he had been up all night.

"Where have you been?" She asked firmly.

"At Sandra's." he replied, "She's having problems with Marvlyn, and I lent her my shoulder to cry on."

"Just you shoulder?" Mary shot back.

"Mary! She's my sister." He stated flatly.

Mary realized she had crossed the line, "I'm sorry, I was worried about you."

"I know I should have called, but it was late by the time I thought about it. But now I need to sleep, ok?"

"Yes dear, you sleep"

As Chuck slept Mary wept, her life was slipping away and she didn't know why or how. She was determined to find out what was amiss, but for now she would have to rely on her collection of sexual aids to help her through the long lonely days, and nights. She quietly retrieved her favorite dildo from her chest of drawers and set about relieving the pressure of sexual need that seemed to constantly haunt her of late.

She went into the living room and began her tender ministrations to her clitoris, her eyes closed tightly she dreamt of a kinder gentler time when she was free of these sexual burdens, and Chuck was there for her, and she for him.

Just as Jim drove up he noticed that Chuck's car was home, "Finally" he thought. As he walked up to the door he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, he looked intently through the large picture window and saw there his mother on the couch, facing away from him with her breasts bare and her right hand wrapped around a dildo, thrusting in and out of her vagina. He froze, looked around and realized he couldn't watch from here, not the front of the house. He decided to see if he could move to the side of the house and look through the side window. Gaining an angle to observe his mother required that he be fully framed in the window himself. Rising up fully he peered through to look directly at his mother's spread form on the couch. As before he pulled his penis from his pants and began stroking it to full length. He pulled at its hardness rapidly. As his orgasm built he closed his eyes and continued to administer to himself.

It was then that Mary opened her eyes, and standing there, framed in the window was Jim with his eyes closed, his lower lip between his teeth. She pulled her gown down and leapt to her feet, fully expecting Jim to move. But he didn't move. Mary went to the window and what she saw there startled her; Jim had his penis in his hand and was masturbating. "Oh god" she thought, he must have seen me. Dread and shame washed over her, and she gasped, placing a hand over her mouth as she did so.

Jim sensed the movement and opened his eyes to see his mother's form as it turned from the window. "Oh shit," he gasped as his penis began to lurch with the first load of semen, splattering on the brick wall in front of him. He released his prick and stuffed it back into his pants, even as it continued to convulse in climactic surges sending streams of semen down his leg. He beat a retreat, knowing not where he was going.

Mary wondered how much Jim had seen, maybe if she didn't make an issue of it, it wouldn't become an issue. Later that night Jim returned fully expecting to have to explain his lewd behavior, and rang the door bell. Mary answered cheerfully greeting her son. Jim was confounded, but thought that maybe she didn't see him in the window, but if she didn't...then he sure wasn't going to bring it up. So they both played the innocent part and neither was aware the other knew.

That night as Mary showered, she imagined Jim's dick as she gently rubbed her clit, the intensity of her orgasm when it came surprised her. She would definitely have to remember the scene of her son masturbating in the window.

That night Mary dreamt of her son watching her as she masturbated, she pretended not to know he was watching, and put on a show for him. She woke with a start, her hands were between her legs, she was sweating profusely, and her heart was pounding in her ears, the orgasm wracking her body continued for several moments, before subsiding into a warm fuzzy feeling. Mary slept comfortably the rest of the night.

***

Sandra worried that Chuck might have been found out so she didn't call him the following day. She busied herself with meaningless tasks around the house waiting for him to call her.

The call came late in the afternoon, "Hi sis, man did I have a hang over."

"Are you alright?"

"Yea, I'm ok, just tired. I slept all day. You know that stuff takes it out of a man."

"Oh god, I thought the worse, What about Mary?"

"I told her you and Marvlyn were at odds and that I was your shoulder."

"Good. You get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok. Love you sis."

"I love you."

The siblings were becoming more than lovers, the sex had become something more, something dangerous for family members to engage in; they were IN love, and hadn't yet fully realized it.

Sandra felt the relief course through her as she realized that they had dodged a bullet. They would have to be more cognizant of what they were doing, she mused. 

Chuck began to wonder if he had made a mistake using the Viagra with Sandra, he had no problem becoming aroused by her, just the thought of her made him get hard, as he was now. He heard Mary in the shower and took the opportunity to stroke his meaty penis, his hand firmly holding the girth of it as he pumped the foreskin vigorously. The vision of his sister's wondrous form danced in his mind as he began to spew his thick seed onto the floor beside the bed. With a smile he grabbed a tissue and wiped it up. 

***

Mary began to think that her dream may have been a premonition. Maybe she should put on a show for Jim, it wasn't as if she was actually having sex with her son, it was just a tease. Chuck had left to visit his sister and she was all alone. She was wondering just how she was going to lure Jim to watch her when she heard a car pull up outside. She looked and saw Jim coming down the walk way. She tore her clothes from her and then laid spread eagle on the floor. She began to thrust a finger into her pussy, writhing on the floor. She closed her eyes just enough to appear to be closed but the whole while watching the large picture window of the front of the house.

Jim approached the house, but because of recent events, he looked into the window before entering the house. He almost missed her lying there, spread on the floor. He did a double take and saw she was completely bare and obviously engrossed in her revelry. "We have got to keep meeting like this" Jim mused under his breath, moving silently to the side window again, as before. He didn't have the angle this time though. He would have to find a better view.

Mary watched as Jim left the front window and moved around to the side of the house. She could just make out his form as he tried to peer into the room. She then realized he couldn't see her from where he was. What was she to do? Then he was gone, but where to? She stood nervously, and went to her room retrieved a dildo, and returned to the living room. This time she would take care to position herself for his benefit. She began playing with her dildo, and wondered where Jim had gotten to.

Jim made his way to the back door and let himself in quietly, moved through the kitchen and saw that his mother was no longer on the floor. He was just about to announce his presence when she returned and sat on the couch, dildo in hand, and began anew her sexual exposition. She seemed to be looking around but for what? He stood in the shadow of the kitchen and removed his raging hard-on from its confinement, watching as his mother stuffed the spongy dildo into her cavernous cunt, he began with long slow strokes of his meaty flesh. 

Suddenly, Mary saw a glimpse of movement from the shadows in the kitchen, smiling that he was still there she began to act out her fantasy for him. She began to moan loudly as she thrust ever more forcefully into her sopping crotch, she kept her eyes on the shadow the whole time, straining to see a glimpse of her son's beefy meat. But she was unable to see through the darkness. Just as she was about to resign herself to blindness, he stepped ever so slightly forward, just a flash was all she saw. Then she turned herself to face away at an angle to him, maybe he would move to see her she thought.

Jim was ecstatic, his penis was throbbing and he was pounding it mercilessly, as he watched his mom's sopping pussy. Just then she turned and he couldn't see her as well, she was facing away now. He moved forward, but was now in the indirect light from the living room, he began to retreat, but when he saw her arch her back and redouble her efforts, he cautiously moved forward just enough to see her pussy again. 

Mary chanced a glance toward Jim and was astounded to see him fully exposed in the light, pounding his wonderful penis. She must have telegraphed her wonderment for at that moment Jim stopped stroking his penis. Mary looked into her son's eyes and saw the recognition of what they were doing register on his face.

Jim was stricken with shock; his mother was looking straight into his eyes as he was masturbating, watching her masturbate. 

Mary continued to plunge the rubbery phallus into her sopping cunt, tears of emotion streamed down her face. 

Jim saw his mother's tormented reaction and wondered why she had reacted so?

Mary began to climax, "Oh, Oh, Jim, Jim, ahhh," She moaned through clenched teeth.

Had he heard correctly? Was his mother moaning his name as she came? His penis lurched back into his hand, rapidly exploding onto the kitchen floor. 

Dazed, Jim took a paper towel and began cleaning up his semen from the floor. His mother said nothing, but rose and went to take a shower. Jim left without saying anything to Mary, wondering just what strange twist of fate had caused this encounter.

***

Chuck was cuddling with Sandra and was dreaming of what it would be like to be her loving husband. Something out of the question of course, but a dream none the less.

She gripped his long, burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Oh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The thick rod of flesh with the massive head was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Chuck groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet mouth.

"Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head. Sandra's tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. 

He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely while he watched her. "Oh, that feels so goddamn good."

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, God yes! Milk your fingers over the skin!"

He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the pillow as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glands at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the bed to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

Sandra could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. She was sucking on her own brother's cock, Chuck's cock.




The Trophy Wife



"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.

"I've got to fuck you," he muttered.

She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock head. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the bed. Chuck rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. 

"Oh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"And you've ... God, you've got such a sweet pussy," he worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Oh, it's going to feel so good! Hurry! Fuck me now! Now!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy, sweat soaked material of the bed.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then Sandra felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ohhh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Chuck shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick sex filled air. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of his sister's cunt and she was loving every minute of it ... God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking ... he had never thought of anything as wondrous as this before and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt.

"Oh, Oh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me Chuck, fill me," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her lithe calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. 

Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the bed and the firm white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going insane, he thought. I'm going to lose my fucking mind! Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.

"Aaaaaagh, I'm coming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'm coming. I'm coming too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into his sister's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, the muscles of her cunt began clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb apart. 

He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion the sibling-lovers exploded into a mutual sexual haze, convulsing to exhaustion, slowing, and then, sleep.

Chuck awoke to Sandra nuzzling against his neck. He smiled at the beautiful woman who was at once his sister and his lover, and said, "I love you Sandra."

"I love you too." She chirped.

"No, I think I really love you." Chuck said emphatically.

Sandra said nothing, but she smiled a knowing little smile, she too had fallen in love.

***

Mary was at a loss to explain her behavior with Jim. She had deliberately exposed herself to her son and then shamelessly masturbated to orgasm in front of him. What was wrong with her, she wondered? She would confront him tomorrow, she promised herself, and she would end this outrageous behavior tomorrow.

Jim dropped by just after Chuck left, and said nothing as he got a beer from the fridge and sat down in the living room. Mary paced around her bedroom trying to decide how to explain herself to her son. As she paced the room she began to feel a tingle between her legs, slight at first, but increasing with her pace. Finally she realized that she didn't want to end it, she wanted to continue, and experience the intense feeling of her sordid fantasy. She got her newest dildo, a big black one, and changed into a Japanese kimono. She casually moved to the living room, having said nothing to Jim in days, she wasn't going to say anything now, she sat opposite him and began slowly playing with herself, first with her fingers then she placed the dildo at the entrance to her now sopping pussy.

Jim watched as his mother began her routine. She was confident and sure in her movements, she acted like he wasn't even there. He pulled his pants down around his knees and fondled his penis and testicles. He watched as his mother's pussy lips stretched to accommodate the massive black dildo she was pushing into her wet snatch.

Mary looked up to see Jim's hefty manhood being stroked while he watched her pump herself full of rubber dick. She was envious of his real meat, while she was relegated to the plastic version. She watched lustfully as he continued, just a few feet away, masturbating that wonderful phallus. She wondered if she could ever bring herself to touch his penis, to stroke it even once just to feel it in her hands. Her lust was apparent on her face, her lower lip quivered as she raised the tempo of her strokes. 

Jim noticed the change in her demeanor, he didn't know what it meant but he realized that something profound was happening a flood of desire came over him as he moved to his mother. 

"Mom..."

"Shush... Jim, let's just be quiet together. Ok?" Mary said as she pulled her son to her, resting his head on her chest, forgetting for a moment that she was unclothed and still exposed to her son. They stayed that way for several moments, a mother and her child in a loving embrace.

Jim spoke first, "Mom I'm so sorry I just... you know... uh, I just..." 

Mary looked down and smiled at her son, but the scene she saw there shocked her to her core, her son was slowly stroking his erect penis while his head was wedged between her bare breasts. "Oh, my god, Jim!" she squealed, "What are you doing?"

Jim hadn't forgotten the sight of his mother masturbating, then, he remembered the erotic taboo of her actions, and his fire was rekindled. Then suddenly, Jim, very agitated, manhandled her back onto the floor and he then moved down beside her, and began caressing her breasts, and then stroking her abdomen and her thighs, finally stroking between her legs. 

Mary was at first scared at this rough treatment from her son, shocked, and then resisting, "No, Jim, Stop." She said, but the heat had been built to uncontrollable levels by her fantasy act, she needed release, her body began responding to his caresses.  

He continued roughly stroking her, now her inner thighs to her cunt, her body jerking when she felt his touch there, whimpering now as his fingers took possession of her cunt, invading the moist lips. She turned her head away when he tried to kiss her, refusing to surrender her lips. However, he continued his expert stroking of her breasts and the now moist red lips of her cunt, Mary, gasping as he found her clitoris, caressing her until she was groaning. He was steadily overcoming her resistance and her obvious intention of not responding to him. 

"Mom, I want you. I need you. I'll treat you like you deserve to be treated."

Mary remained quiet, except to resist his rough treatment. He continued his caresses, his stroking of her body, gradually pushing her legs and thighs open more, her cunt pulling open, Mary was trembling, whimpering now, her body flushed as she was responding to him against her will. Soon it was clear that she was helpless, her legs spreading fully to his pressure against her thighs. She finally surrendered, her arms falling to her sides. The picture that she was presenting was incredibly erotic, her firm breasts, her legs and thighs spread, her wet cunt opening, compliant now, moaning as he stroked her. 

Jim felt her surrender, relishing her helplessness now, as he prepared to mount her. He lifted her legs and thighs, as he rose up, mounting her and directing his cock against the wet swollen lips of his mother's cunt. She could see as he moved his cock up and down the lips of her cunt, moistening the large purple head of his cock. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and began to push with a steady pressure as Mary's whimpers changed to groans as she felt herself beginning to stretch to accommodate his entrance into her defenseless cunt. 

He continued the relentless pressure, stretching her more till finally, with a hoarse cry from Mary, the head of his cock entered her. Slowly he began to push further into her, and her cunt stretched tightly around his cock, Jim moving in and out with short strokes, wetting his cock as he continued to penetrate her deeper with each stroke, Mary, wide eyed and moaning with this invasion. Then finally, with one last thrust, he impaled her on his cock. Then Mary cried out and her body began jerking, and her lovely legs clamped over his thighs as her trembling body erupted in a powerful orgasm, which took her completely by surprise, she had never been treated so rough, and by her own son, she worried that she had come during the violent incestuous treatment.

Gradually Mary relaxed, and at that point Jim began a slow deep thrusting into her, his cock shiny with her juices, pulling back each time till the head of his cock was at the entrance of her cunt. He took a long time with her, but finally he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, Mary jerking with each thrust as now her body began to respond. She was flushed, trembling and groaning, as Jim moved her closer and closer to another climax. Finally, with a shrill cry, her orgasm was upon her, crying out again and again as her legs clamped over his thighs, her body jerking, her arms gripping his back. At that moment, Jim's own climax began, groaning, he erupted into her, gripping her ass as he fully impaled her, spurting into his mother's belly, draining his cock into her.

***

Mary was no longer concerned with Chuck's lack of attention, she was however very concerned about Jim's amorous attention. She had never been so thoroughly consumed as she was with him. But it was wrong; she could not allow it to continue. 

Jim had other ideas. His mother had been his second lover ever and by far the best. He was totally consumed by her, and he hoped she too had these feelings. His future had become a bright path of sensual warmth with his mother at the gateway to his soul.

Jim waited until Chuck had left for the day and walked up to the back door, stuck his head in and said, "What, no show today?" laughing as he did so.

Mary shot a stern look toward him saying, "Jim about last night...We can't...shouldn't be..."

He cut her stuttering off, "Mom, lighten up. We made love, so what?"

"She was taken aback by his cavalier attitude, "Just like that, you fuck your mother, and 'so what' is all you have to say?"

"Mom, I didn't 'fuck you'. I made love to you." He corrected her.

Mary was stifled by his assertion, she wondered if he was toying with her, "What we did was not love it was wrong, Jim."

"How can you say it was wrong? When we were together it felt pretty right to me, and you weren't complaining either!"

Mary blushed at his brazed depiction of her sexual antics. 

Jim moved close to her, felt her heat, he could smell her musk, but he made no overt move toward her.

Mary quivered as his close proximity to her triggered a response in her, a sexual response. She began to sweat, her pussy moistened appreciably, her hands were clammy and shaking perceptibly.

Jim moved past her to the fridge, got a beer and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Mary agonized over the predicament, frozen to the spot where she stood, her willpower was waning. She pried her feet from the floor and moved down the hall to the guest bedroom.

***

Weeks had passed and Chuck was relieved that Mary made fewer and fewer demands for sex lately, in fact they hadn't been together for over a week now and she seemed to be ok with it. So much the better for him, he thought. It never occurred that something was amiss.

Sandra was picking him up and they were going to have to go to a motel, Marvlyn was having a party for his posse at the house, she informed him.

Just as they were registering for the room Jim was passing by and noticed his step father and his sister walking arm in arm into the motel room. "What the hell?" he wondered out loud, turned his car around and drove back to the motel. He made his way along the side walk toward the room he had seen them enter. He walked slowly by the room, listening intently for tell-tale sounds, to no avail. He spent the next twenty minutes sitting in his car, and then retraced the walk along the front of the motel room, this time he heard muffled sounds of passionate love making emanating from the room. "Ain't this a bitch?" he mused to himself, "Dad's got one hell of a slice!"

The following day Sandra got a phone call from her step-nephew, he said that they had to meet to discuss a grave situation with Chuck and his mom. Sandra was reluctant to comply, but he was insistent. 

They met at noon; she had insisted they meet openly so the mall was chosen for the occasion. He seemed very nervous and fidgeting as she approached. She looked stern and unforgiving as she confronted him, "Ok, why did you drag me out here?"

"Uh, well I was over by the Starlight Motel yesterday and I..."

"Just what do you think you saw, Jim?" she asked tersely.

"I walked by the room, and I heard plenty..." he shot back defiantly, "You and Chuck are lovers."

Sandra realized that nothing was going to convince him otherwise, so she changed her demeanor, "Jim just what do you want? Who would believe you? Chuck is my brother after all."

"Well, I don't know..." Jim said unsure of his position, "I wasn't thinking of any thing...you know...really." He lied, unable to complete the extortion in the face of this awesome beauty.

Sandra saw through his lie, and decided to play along for the moment, "Jim, you've busted me fair and square, I suppose I owe you an explanation, but not here."

"Where?" he asked.

She had him now, "My house. Leave your car here and I'll drive."

Once at home Sandra had him where she wanted him; naked and on his back. She pried his already stiff prick from his pants and placed it gently to her lips, Jim began to buck instantly as sperm began shooting from his overly excited prick. His premature ejaculate spattering on Sandra's face and neck.

Jim had never been so close to anyone as beautiful as she was. He was overwhelmed and it showed in his lack of performance.

Sandra took the opportunity to disengage from this would-be extortionist, "We really should be getting you back to your car. My husband will be home soon."

"Husband?" Jim said nervously.

"Uh huh, didn't you know? Well, ask Chuck about him some time, but for now we better go."

As Sandra dropped Jim off he asked if they could get together again.

"Jim it was nice and all, but I think we are even, do you understand?"

"Sure, ok." He said dejectedly.

Seeing the hurt look, she said, "Look, I have to go, but maybe we'll see each other again."

This seemed to pick him up and he smiled, turned and walked away.

Sandra thought about telling Chuck about Jim, but decided against it. She trusted Jim to be quiet for now.

***

Jim obsessed over Sandra, he had never dreamed of such a beautiful woman, and then to be so close, he had almost had her, he felt as if he had been deprived. He continued to see his mother four or five times a week. 

Mary had become quite comfortable with her son as lover. Jim had grown into a sincere pleasure giving lover for her. She reveled in her new found sensuality; she looked forward to the trysts with her son.

Chuck was none the wiser for Jim's antics. Sandra was content to leave it as it was.

Jim had begun to have other ideas; his obsession over Sandra had taken its toll on his restraint, he thought of telling his mother of Chuck's indiscretions, but that wouldn't do anything but cause a major debacle. But he must do something, he thought. And he intended to make it happen soon.

Chuck and Mary had planned an infrequent night out and Jim took the opportunity to devise a plan to get at Sandra again. He called her and explained that Chuck and Mary would be gone most of the night and that it would be in her best interest to spend a few hours with him at their house tonight.

"Jim, I won't be black mailed like this." Sandra intoned.

"No, no, you've got me all wrong, I just want to be with you Sandra, I wasn't up to snuff last time, this time I'll show you what I can do. Ok?"

Sandra was amused at his brash manner, "Jim, you've got a lot of nerve. Ok, I'll be there at eight, but I'm leaving at nine."

Sandra arrived promptly at eight, and found Jim nervously pacing the floor. She looked at her young nephew his obvious agitation belied his earlier confidence.

"Would you like to go to the bed room?" he asked.

She turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with passion. "Yes, we'll go into the bedroom." she breathed softly.

He moved ahead of her, walked quickly into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. He waited but she didn't follow. He listened for her voice, but all he heard was the sound of laughter floating through the doorway. Goddamn it, she must have suddenly lost her nerve!




The Trophy Wife



OK, in this one, Tony is a rich old man with a hot wife. He likes to show her off; she's his; he owns her. but in a bar one night while they holiday, Eleanor is kissed by a younger man, and she realises what she's been missing.

Loving Wives ... hmmmmmm. This should be interesting. Still ... *shrug*

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I hope you enjoy the tale despite the category. Firgive any errors I may have left herein.

GA - Isla Mujeres, Mexico. 28th June 2012.

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She sits at the dressing table in hour glass perfection, posing as she always does, with her legs crossed at the thighs while she pouts and carefully paints her lips a princess pink. She sees him reflected, slouched against the door jamb and studying her exquisite spine and the feminine curve of her nudity, notices the constant suspicion, a shadow in funereal black in his mirrored eyes and she turns to regard him in reality. For a moment they wordlessly confront the two decades between them; and then anguine mistrust slithers away.

'Everything OK?' she asks and rubs the corner of her coral mouth and teases her sculpted blonde hair.

In a voice slick and low, his English accent indeterminate, he compliments her. 'You're looking gorgeous as usual, my dear.' She demurs with a lowering of eyelids and turns back to the glass. 'That hair colour ...' His eyes roll with gluttonous ecstasy.

The hair, she knows, is just how he likes it -- ash-blonde and piled atop her head. Everything about her, the nakedness complimented by the simple choker strand of pearls encircling her throat -- the symbolism of the collar, a stamp of ownership apparent; the earrings dangling; the manufactured breasts; the blush of her skin from the day's sun; manicured nails; the discrete tattoo and precise borders of her pubic bush, miniscule and decorative triangle that remains; all of it, she knows, is the way he likes it.

He nods and smiles and shows his wife a fortune of orthodontic artistry in a grin rimed with perennial fear of cuckoldry while she straps the shoes, chosen by him, around her ankles and carefully steps into the dress.

'Will I do?' she asks and pirouettes.

Stepping back with a forefinger at his chin he muses playfully.

'Beautiful,' he replies, as she knew he would.

They leave the air-conditioned opulence of the suite without speaking and the warm Mexican night embraces them as they stroll, she with dainty grace of long practice in her high shoes, he with a proprietorial air and a hand low on her back. 

Look at her, his expression says to the hawkers with their slightly desperate offers of cigars or weed. To the clod-hopping hoi-polloi, sunburned husbands, street vendors and touts, the affluent and the not, his smirk says: look at her and lust after her. You can desire her and fantasise, devour her in your dreams, but she's mine; I alone can touch, kiss and taste her. Look upon her with envy and think of her next time you're with your own wife ...

He chooses a table close to the boulevard and seats his wife to the best advantage, her plumage dazzling amid the dowdy starlings. She arranges herself gracefully and avoids every male eye in the bar as ceiling fans suspended from the angled thatch whirr overhead. Pink lips purse around the straw as she sips at the minted mojito while the glass sweats beads of moisture.

Her eyes chance upon the young man, vernal and collegiate whose artless face regards her with open adoration. Some insidious instinct coils viscerally within her and she looks away quickly with a glance towards her ever-present and attendant spouse.

Later, after she leaves the table and visits the bathroom to repair her subtle make-up she hears a male voice and gasps.

'You're so beautiful,' the man says.

She turns, her eyes widening as her fingers go to her mouth. Her first thought was for her husband.

'What?' she asked. 'You shouldn't be in here ... This is the ladies ... My husb—'

Blue eyes pierced her with spears of intensity.

'I know. I'm sorry.' He grimaced. 'I wouldn't normally do this but ...' She shivered, not an unpleasant sensation, as his eyes slid over her body. '... I've seen you at the hotel ... by the pool ... and I ...' His eyes blinked like Bardic lamps, a signal of his desperation. 'Shit,' he muttered and combed his fingers through fair, slightly unkempt hair. 'I'm sorry,' he repeated. 'But I had to tell you how gorgeous you are. I know you're with him,' his chin jutted towards the door to the bar beyond, to where her husband waited like a Meerkat. 'And he's always with you,' the man continued, 'but I had to tell you how I feel about you. You're just so ...'

His voice dwindled to nothing for there was nothing he could say.

'He's my husband,' she said and looked into those blue pools of distress. Somehow his eyes held her there.

'I know, but he's ...'

'... Old?' The heels clicked on the tiled floor when she turned to face him, the wash basin and mirror behind her now. 'I know he's old, but I'm no spring chicken myself.' Regarding her anxious suitor she said, 'Anyway, how old are you?'

'Twenty-two,' he mumbled to his shoes.

'Then there's twenty years between us,' she said, pointing first to him and then turning the finger to herself. She then added, 'And twenty years between me and him.'

He took a step towards her, stopping when he saw her face.

His voice cracked when he said, 'I could make you feel so good.'

And she thought of it, all of it, in an instant. She reminded herself of the security of being a rich man's wife and then thought of the cost to herself, to her freedom and independence. She'd given herself completely to him, sold herself. He'd be in here at any moment too, checking on her, wondering where she was, why she was taking so long -- checking on his property; his investment.

But this young man, the desire in his face ... And she wondered at the physical pleasure to be had in his body. She studied him; saw the big shoulders and the definition in his arms. No doubt, if her were naked before her, she'd see the plates of pectoral muscle, a ridged stomach ... and very probably an iron hard tumescence she could hang a beach towel on.

'I bet you could,' she whispered and closed her eyes, just imagining his erection spearing into her vulnerable cunt. 'I just bet you'd make me feel good.'

Emboldened, he took another step. His fingers reached for her. A pulse fluttered like the heart of a hummingbird in her throat and she watched his hands as they came closer.

'I'd love to fuck you,' he sighed.

'We can't ...'

But he was on her then, with his fingers against the bare flesh of her arms and his mouth on her lips as his tongue slid between them and searched blindly for hers tongue.

A reckless jubilation surged through her and she returned his ardent kiss, snuffling and moaning into his mouth as the smouldering lust flared between her thighs.

'I want you,' he murmured. 'I want to fuck you so bad ...'

'Oh ...' she groaned. 'Oh, oh, oh ...' That word on his lips again called images to her mind. She saw herself naked and supine, her legs open to him and all of her exposed to his hungry stare. What would it feel like to have him inside her body, to feel the living thing gliding in and out, a sweet slide oiled by their desire?

'Eleanor!' she heard, and her heart froze.

***

The following evening, after a night and a day of name-calling, bullying, and finally tears, the husband perched on the edge of the bed. It seemed from his bent and dejected form that he wished it were the precipitous edge of an abyss into which he could just roll forward. His head snapped upright at the sound of the knock at the door and he looked towards his wife.

Her eyes gleamed as her voice curdled, 'He's here.' She looked towards the door with a cocktail of fear and anticipation churning and mixing greasily in her stomach, as though the man beyond was an anachronistic Viking intent on plundering her in the air-conditioned opulence of the suite.

After a pause she moved towards the door, quite naked save for black hold-up stockings and irresponsibly high shoes. With one hand on the handle she inhaled deeply. 'OK,' she said as the breath sighed from her. 'Here I go ...'

She stepped into the hall and smirked when she saw his jaw unhinge.

'I didn't think you were coming,' she said quietly as her arms enfolded his neck. She raised one knee and he, in automatic response, hooked a hand under her leg as she kissed his mouth. She held the kiss, thrilled by the possibility of being discovered, dressed for sex and draped around her soon-to-be lover as some vacationer wandered along the corridor.

He cupped a taut buttock in his palm. 'I ... I almost didn't,' he stammered. 'But I just ...' His eyes moved across all of her when she eased away from the embrace and took a backward step into the room. 'I had to come. I want you so much. Jesus,' he muttered and stroked a hand across his brow. 'You look so ... just so ...'

She laughed and turned. 'Come in,' she said, and with a hip-swaying catwalk gait walked away from the door.

Her husband looked up from his crookbacked regard.

'Do you have to do this?' he asked in a voice as tortured as his expression. 'Isn't there another way? Anything ...?

Not unkindly, she replied, 'I do. I'm sorry but I have to.' 

The man moaned and hugged himself, elbows in his hands.

She steeled her resolve. 'It's a prison,' Tony, this marriage. You don't love me; I'm just another trinket for you to show off to your friends. You choose all my clothes, decide my hair colour, tell me where we're going and who we're spending time with ... You even persuaded me to have the boob job so you could dress me up like some shopfront mannequin ...' She sighed. 'I don't know ... I thought we'd talked this through.' She reminded her husband of discussions since his discovery the evening before. 'All we did for most of last night and all of today was talk about this. I want to do it ... I need to do it. I didn't want to sneak around and have an affair behind your back ... I do have respect for you, Tony ... but I can't go on the way we were. If it's divorce,' she shrugged, 'then so be it.' She waited for a response in vain with breasts atop her folded arms. When none was forthcoming she continued with, 'You don't have to stay and ... watch ...'

His bleak-eyed interjection came then: 'I have to watch.'

Eleanor shrugged. 'He wants to watch us,' she said to the young man standing awkwardly behind her. She turned to face him. 'What do you think?'

He swallowed heavily as his eyes once again roved over every soft contour. 'I ... I don't care,' he said in a treacly voice. 'I just want you ...'

She glanced a final time at her husband and then, to her lover she said, 'Come and get me then ...'

***

The captain of industry watched his wife walk to her lover. They embraced and kissed. The young man's hands came round and squeezed the globes of his wife's buttocks.

He heard her voice, so familiar to him, silky and low, say, 'Come on, let's get you undressed.' Torture as, when the young man had disrobed, his wife added gleefully, 'Oh my, now that's impressive.'

Cuprous bile threatened when the faithless bitch kissed her lover again. The kissing was the most difficult to bear, suggesting an intimacy he'd not enjoyed with the woman for some time. Even when she knelt, supplicating herself before that tumescence and taking a full-fisted grip on it and licked the domed head of it for the first time it was less of an ordeal to witness.

His wife laved and slurped and poured praise along with viscous saliva onto the stiff, thick length of the young man's cock. She gabbled wide-eyed enthusiastic praise at the latent power of the ordnance in front of her face, almost unhinging her jaw to accommodate the ardent girth of the cannon's thick circumference.

'Is that good?' the blonde crooned after sucking herself hollow-cheeked. 'Do you like that? Me sucking your cock?'

'Shit,' the young man grimaced, his eyes clenched in his twisted face. 'Everything about you is ...' He gasped and left it unsaid when she took hold of him down at the root, the heel of her hand at the tight sac of his scrotum as she stroked the length of him slowly.

'Don't come yet,' she warned in a voice dark with menace. 'Not until you've licked me and fucked me ...'

The old man sat on the bed and watched in slack-jawed, morbid fascination.

'My wife,' he muttered. 'My beautiful wife ...'

The woman turned her head, still on her knees with the boy's erection in her fist. Drool slimed her chin as she looked at her husband.

'Thank you for this,' she sighed, smiling. 'Thank you, Tony.' And then she smiled at her lover, her face uptilted. 'Lick me,' she grinned. 'I think you'll explode if you put it in now, so just lick me first, make me come.'

The couple moved to the other bed, she leading him by the penis. She settled on her back and folded her long legs at the knees. The fingers of her left hand, the third bejewelled and encircled by the wedding band, splayed the lips of her sex.

'Lick me,' she breathed, exposing herself to his gaze.

He knelt on the carpet and hooked his fingers under her buttocks. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he leaned in, ducking forward to taste the essence siping from the opening. The woman groaned and pulled her knees back towards her shoulders. Her fingers thrust into his hair. She encouraged him to push his squirming tongue deeper, to lave at her clitoris, to explore her with his fingers.

The old man, still watching from his lonely bed looked down into his lap. With some surprise in his expression he unzipped his trousers and examined the shrivelled giblet within. As he listened to the soft moans from his wife the thing between his legs, hitherto dormant for some three years, twitched and unfurled slowly like some cyclopean beast awakening from hibernation.

He coaxed a resurrection with a forefinger and thumb while the pair on the other bed continued, oblivious to the miracle growing alongside them.

Obscene liquid sounds came from between the woman's legs as the young man worked at her, his chin smeared with her desire.

The blonde's eyes opened when she sensed a shadow pass by her side. She looked up to see her husband, his legwear shucked to his knees and a febrile erection jutting from the grey matt of his pubic bush.

'Tony?' she croaked. Noticing her husband's arousal, and sensing its fragility, Eleanor reached for him. 'Let me suck you,' she murmured. 'Put it in my mouth, darling.'

Eager as a puppy, with myriad scenarios running through his entrepreneur's brain Tony, survivor of many a boardroom clash, clambered onto the bed. Eleanor would remain his trophy wife, men would still envy him, and this way, if he shared her, allowed her to fuck and be fucked, he would keep her as his. He reasoned that catching her kissing another man could work well for him. After all, hadn't his penis, asleep for so many months and years, suddenly flourished? Wasn't his beautiful wife now kissing his phallus tenderly?

'Keep licking me, baby,' Tony heard his wife say when her lover raised a curious face from between her thighs. 'Keep sucking my clit ...' And with some wonder lifting her voice, she added, 'It's just my husband come to play too.'

The boy bent back to his task and Eleanor kissed the tip of her husband's penis.

'Is this for me?' she asked her husband, her eyes shining; an then her face twisted into a snarl. 'Oh, fuck,' she groaned to the man between her legs. 'Lick it there ... Just there ... that's it ...'

Tony knelt on the bed, back bowed to offer his fragile new erection to his wife. His fingers pushed through her hair, a sausage-fingered comb that wreaked havoc on the carefully coiffure pile.

'I wasn't happy,' Tony mumbled as his wife, wall-eyed with the onrush of her climax stared up at him unseeing. 'But I'm starting to think I could get used to this.'

'Oh, fuck ... Tony, kiss me. I'm going to come. Kiss me ... please.'

Tony kissed his wife, his tongue sliding past petrolatum pink lips to find hers wriggling and alive. She gasped and breathed into his open mouth as she came, grunting her lover's name.

The two men stared at each other in an odd moment of awkwardness when Eleanor, in a lithe, athletic movement, her body jack-knifing, heels scything dangerously, rolled across the bed and stood. 

With hands against her hips she studied her husband. 'Tony,' she began as she pointed a pink fingernail. 'You're hard ... I haven't seen you stiff for ...' Her pink lips clamped shut at her gaffe.

The young man, his chin smeared with mucus rose to his feet, uncertain in his nudity and this turn of events. Eleanor's attention was diverted by his movement. 'Put it in me,' she said. 'Fuck my pussy while my husband fucks my face.' She leered at Tony and dropped a slow, lascivious wink. 'What do you say, darling? Would you like to fuck my mouth? Do you think you could make me gag with that hard cock of yours?'

Her husband growled as his eyes flicked towards his young rival. 'I think I can manage that,' he snarled. He stared belligerently at the young man, his eyes flashing, hot coals of renewed lust for his trophy wife. 'You can take care of my wife's cunt,' he said generously. 'I'll look after everything else.'

Eleanor took a small packet from the bedside table. She tore off a corner and approached her young lover.

'Protection, darling,' she said while her fingers rolled the gossamer thin condom over the boy's penis. 'I don't want your swimmers getting me in the club, eh.' Her husband's impotence had rendered birth control unnecessary but the young man, probably brimming with fertility, was a different story. 'Oh my,' Eleanor purred and arranged herself on the bed. She knelt, palms down and straight-armed and she looked back over a shoulder. 'Put that thing in me and fuck,' she murmured. Turning to face her husband who had moved to the foot of the bed, she said, 'Come on, Tony, show me how much iron you have in that cock. Fuck my face and make me gag.'

'Look at me,' Tony growled when his wife's mouth closed over him. 'Let me see those big, beautiful eyes ...'

'Oh, shit, she's so tight,' the young man groaned as, with Eleanor mumbling incoherent words through a mouthful of hard cock, his penis nudged the corolla of the blonde's piss-flaps and he penetrated her.

He looked down at the woman's body, taut and athletic, her buttocks trembling when he thrust against her. His hands moved over her back, gliding palms over soft skin until, like some malefic beast intent on doing her harm, the man bent to crouch low over her spine and licked the tender side of her throat while his arms encircled her waist. He jabbed his cock into her and grunted and lifted those heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing and pawing the dense fruit.

'Oh fuck, do it to me, baby,' the woman groaned. She dropped Tony's penis from between her sucking lips and her head fell forward, loose and unhinged at her neck. She clawed fistfuls of bedding and sobbed while strands of hair fell loose. Eleanor, her face masked with slack-jawed idiocy born of lust, her eyes glazed, the lids heavy, groped for her husband's cock. 'Tony,' she mumbled. 

With his wife pawing the air, Tony held her cheek and offered his cock to her mouth.

'Here,' he growled and smeared the woman's face with the dribbling end. 'Suck it.'

Not a word passed between Tony and the young man; no communication other than venemous coruscations sparking from their eyes as both vied for the woman's attention. As was his way Tony used crude obscenity to dominate his wife. Using degrading appellations he forced his rejuvenated penis into her mouth, cruelly pushing himself beyond where she was comfortable. Eleanor chocked and gagged, small tears sliding from the corners of her eyes while her husband poured epithets and accusations of previous sexual transgressions upon her blonde crown.




The Trophy Wife



'You fucking whore,' he snarled, her hair twisted in his fingers. 'Choke on it, you cunt. Am I fucking your throat like you wanted? Am I doing it the way all those other bastards do when you get gang-fucked in toilets?' He pulled himself from his wife's stretched lips. Cords of slimy drool hung from his cock. Tony lifted Eleanor's face by her goo-smeared chin. He brought his face inches from hers. 'Slut,' he spat making her flinch. 'Parading your tits and legs and arse for everyone to see ...' He stared into his wife's eyes intently. 'You fucking love it don't you? Don't you, you whoring cunt.'

'Oh, God, Tony ...' gasped Eleanor. 'What's happened to you?'

'I woke up to the fact I've married a slut.'

'But, but ... I'm not, Tony. I've never once been unfaithful.'

'Until now,' he grinned. 'Kiss me, slut.'

Eleanor moaned and, with her eyes squeezed shut, kissed her husband. She realised the name-calling was just part of the game. He still loved her in his own way, but he had to be dominant and in control. 

OK, she thought. I can do that, and then broke away from Tony and looked back towards her lover.

'Fuck me,' she snarled. 'You've stopped. Why? Fuck me. Hold my hips and really bang me.' She turned her streaked face back to her husband. 'I'm yours, darling,' she murmured.

The young man, initially concerned by the apparently vehement exchange between the spouses took Eleanor at her word. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and regained his tempo. He looked down to where Eleanor's body accepted him and saw her labia, the thick and meaty flaps sodden with her outpouring, clinging to the shaft of his cock. Her skin was stretched, purple and inflamed around his girth so tight he imagined it might split. He groaned again and once more leaned in to lick and kiss her neck. His hands moved from the woman's hips to glide over the smooth curve of her buttocks, down silky thighs to her stocking tops.

'So sexy,' he moaned. 'Such a beautiful woman ...' He saw Tony's anguished face as the old man concentrated on his wife's big-eyed stare. He could hear the lewd slurps and wet smacking as Eleanor slobbered and sucked.

The young man, despite the heat of the sensations boiling in his cock, wondered for a moment at the couple. He'd wanted Eleanor from the moment he saw her in the hotel; the fact of her marital status was no deterrent such was his desire. Lust overwhelmed everything else -- morality, common sense, respect ... He had to have her. That Tony was scared witless at losing his trophy wife was obvious, the man never left her alone; she was always in his sight, until that is the moment in the bar that Eleanor had visited the toilet. He made his move then, in that unguarded moment, and here he was, inside her. Fucking her. Something had occurred while he'd been in that room with the couple, a shift in attitude that had come from Tony. The young man decided he didn't really care too much, after all he was balls deep inside this woman. And he was going to come.

'I'm going to come,' he blurted on a great exhalation of breath. 'Oh fuck ...'

'Do it,' Eleanor gasped as Tony's cock plopped from her mouth. 'Come for me, darling ...'

The young man grunted and groaned, his fingers leaving pale indentations on Eleanor's tanned buttocks, her hips and tops of her thighs. He gave several short, jabbing thrusts as semen pumped into the vulcanised teat.

Eleanor reached an arm under her body. Her scissored fingers held the ring of the condom tight against the man's shaft as he withdrew. She rolled onto her side and saw the shrivelled Johnny bag with its dollop of gloop dangling and swaying. 'Put it in the bin,' she said with odd domesticity and pointed. Then she rolled onto her back, her legs falling apart bonelessly. 'And you put that into me,' she said, smiling at her husband.

'But what about ...?' Tony mimed a bulbous stomach.

'I don't care,' Eleanor whispered. 'Put a baby in there.' She shrugged. 'If it happens it happens, but just get here and fuck me.'

Still in most of his clothes, Tony lay atop his wife. Her arms went around him and they kissed. He began to move.

'How long is it since ...?' he began. 'Oh fuck, you're so hot and wet ... Eleanor ...'

'I know, Tony,' the woman sighed. 'We'll talk about it another time. Not now, baby. Not now ...'

Oblivious to the young man standing there, and whose erection was already recovering, Tony gabbled, 'Anything you want, Eleanor. Anything. You want to fuck other men ... OK. Anything you want.'

'Thank you, darling,' the woman purred as she stroked her husband's hair. She looked beyond him to her young lover. 'I think I might just enjoy our friend here for a few more days. We can figure everything out when we get home.'

Tony's leathery, shrunken nates rose and fell as he pounded his wife's pubic bone with relentless force. Eleanor moved her hips to meet his thrusting, eyes gleaming while she urged her husband on with whispered encouragement.

'Are you going to fuck me with that?' she asked the boy.

'I want to, yes,' he nodded, gulping, his eyes wide while he slowly stroked his tumescence.

'When my husband's come,' she grinned and winked.

To which, with a shuddering moan, Tony's ejaculate seeped from the eye of his cock into his wife's body.

When her husband rolled off her, Eleanor lay like a survivor of some maritime disaster, sprawled loose-limbed and bedraggled atop her ruined raft. She fingered the gloop oozing from her cleft and showed the men her swollen, shining clitoris.

'Oh, fuck,' she sighed as her fingers described lazy circles through her vulva. 'I'm going to finger myself and come. You,' she pointed to her young lover. Wank for me. Let me watch you. Do it for me ...'

The man glanced at Tony and then back at the woman on the rumpled bed. He saw her as she was now, no longer immaculate, but no less desirable. If anything this sloe-eyed slattern, with her laddered hose, rats' nest hair and kiss-swollen mouth, was even sexier. He knelt on the bed and walked to her on his knees, his erection waggling and waving.

Reaching for a breast with one hand while the other stroked his length, he sighed and breathed, 'Will I ever find another woman like you?'

Eleanor chuckled and rubbed herself, her eyes feline. With a soft, silent snarl she blew a kiss towards him and then groaned as she jabbed two stiff fingers into the gooey opening.

'Wank it,' she snarled. 'Pull your cock.'

When Eleanor came the young man grunted and aimed the eye of his penis towards her breasts. He too grunted as semen arced from him to shower down on Eleanor's pneumatic tits. The hot stuff slithered over the flanks of those mounds as more of the stuff spattered onto her thick nipples, elongated and rubbery teats the size of thimbles, and Eleanor, with a cry of delight and her thighs clamped against one wrist, smeared the gloop into her skin with her free hand.

Her husband joined her, kissing her with a fervour she'd not experienced from him for a long time.

'Eleanor,' Tony gasped. 'Eleanor, my trophy wife ...'



The Trophy Wife: Alternate Ending



A couple of people took issue with Chapter 2, complaining that suggesting a sexual attraction between Amy and Ellie was too predictable, and that Ellie's reaction should have been more confrontational.

Well, I thought of it less as "predictable" per se and more "adhering to convention." This is Literotica, after all, which pretty much expects every character to want to do the nasty with most every other character.

But I want everybody to be happy, so let's visit the alternate universe in which Chapter 2 began with a bang: 

I've lived in Florida for almost ten years, and the weather here still surprises me: last week in March, and it was already hot as hell. I never thought I'd be filling the backyard swimming pool on March 29 but after several days of mid-90s days and steamy nights, I decided it was time.

Late that first night I heard noises outside, and went out to find our neighbor, Amy, swimming in the pool. She apologized, I reminded her that I'd told her she could could use the pool any time – I just hadn't expected to hear her there at 1 am, is all – and she explained that between how hot her house was – the central air was broken and she and Dan couldn't afford to fix it yet – and Dan being away for a few days, she just couldn't sleep.

Since the pool had just been filled and the water hadn't had time to warm up... well, let's just say it was difficult to ignore the fact that Amy's nipples were rock hard and trying to force their way through the top of her one-piece bathing suit.

And I was having my own rock-hard issues, which I tried to hide from our neighbor (and my wife Ellie's best friend).

We chatted for a bit, then she went home and I went back upstairs.

The following day, while I was at work, Ellie and Amy hit the malls, to get a start on their summer wardrobe. In the evening, Ellie told me about some of the naughty clothing she'd bought (and would let me see when the time came), and about a white bikini Amy had bought, which she'd probably never wear anyplace other than in her own bedroom to try to get Dan to show some interest in her – and then teased me for showing "way too much interest" myself in her description of Amy's new outfit.

Late that night, I heard Amy outside again, and saw the bikini in person: the top was a thin strip of fabric going around her body, just barely covering her areolae. Down below, it covered her pussy in front and much much behind. Oh, and it was almost transparent when wet.

Amy was a bit more flirty tonight – not surprisingly, since she had to have known how the bathing suit looked – but we both behaved. She told me about her troubles with Dan, then convinced me to join her for one last dip in the pool. When we were underwater, my enjoyment in watching her breasts through her now-seethrough top was cut short when she gestured for me to swim back up to the surface. When I did, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts as I passed her. I managed to hand onto my pants and my dignity, and when she joined me at the surface, she laughed as if her attempt to de-pants me was the funniest thing in the world. I wondered whether it was my turn to try to pull off a piece of her swimsuit: I was tempted, but I knew that would be going a bit too far.

She must have known what I was thinking, and abruptly said she'd better get back inside.

Which takes us to the third night:

I couldn't sleep, and I didn't even try. Would Amy come by again? The night was certainly hot and steamy enough for a swim; but would she feel uncomfortable after things got out of hand the night before?

Well, they hadn't gotten out of hand, not really. But they could have. And on some level, I knew, we'd both wanted them to.

At a quarter to one I got dressed -- just in case Ellie woke up and wondered where I was going -- and went outside. When I got to the pool area, I stripped down to my boxers, sat on the same chair I'd used the past two nights, and waited.

And at about a minute to 1, I saw Amy crossing over from their back yard to ours. She was wearing her robe, and I hoped she had the same white swimsuit underneath.

If she noticed me there, she didn't show it. She stood by the side of the pool, dropped her robe, and dove in.

I couldn't believe it. I was half-right: she was wearing the bottoms of her new bikini. But just the bottoms.

She swam the length of the pool and then back again, then climbed out. Her bikini bottoms almost transparent, water dripping from her bare breasts, she walked over to me. I didn't even try to hide my erection.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "After last night, I figured if seeing me like this bothered you, you wouldn't be showing up here tonight."

"No," I said. "Not at all."

She cupped her breasts. "Do you like them?"

"Are you kidding? Who wouldn't?"

She sat next to me, and the smile left her face. "Dan thinks they're too small. He claims he can't stand his ex-wife, but he can't stop telling me how her tits were so much bigger than mine. He wants me to
get a boob job, I'm sure of it."

"Don't you dare!" I said without thinking.

Her smile returned. "Then I won't," she said. "Jamie..." she started slowly.

"Yes?"

"You know I've always liked you, right?"

"I've always liked you too," I said.

"I don't mean just as a neighbor, you know."

"I know. And, well, me too."

"Jamie..." She nodded down at her breasts. "Go ahead if you'd like."

I hesitated for a moment, then brought both of my hands to her breasts. "Mmmm," she said softly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said softly, never taking my hands from her breasts.

"I know. And I shouldn't be doing this either," she said, softly brushing her hand across my cock.

"Ggggg," I said; or something like that.

"Maybe we should jump in the pool before things get out of hand," she said, closing her hand softly around my cock.

"You're probably right," I said, lightly pinching a nipple, otherwise not moving.

"Maybe... maybe we'd better cool off before we do something we shouldn't," she said, pulling away from me and running over to the pool.

She jumped in, and after a moment I jumped in after her. She dove underwater and I went down as well, marveling at the sight of her bare breasts swaying in the cool water, her nipples hardening as I watched.

I pointed up, as she had the night before, as as she passed by me – very closely, since I'm sure she suspected what I had in mind – I grabbed at her bikini bottoms and they easily came off in my hands.

I followed her to the surface, and she said "That was very naughty."

I smiled and said "I know."

She swam over to the pool and pulled herself up, sitting naked on the ledge, her legs apart to let me see her bare pussy. Waiting for her to tell me to stop, which she never did, I swam over to her, rested my
hands on her knees, and brought my mouth to her pussy lips. I circled her pussy with my tongue, stopping only to kiss her clit.

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled it closer to her, and I thrust my tongue into her pussy, fucking her orally. I could see her squeezing her breasts hard; and after about five minutes, she brought
one hand to her mouth to stifle the sound of her orgasm. She pushed my head away from her pussy, took a moment to compose herself, then dropped back into the pool. "There's something I always wanted to try," she said, slipping my boxers down my legs.

As soon as I stepped out of them, she took a deep breath, dove under the water, and took my cock deep into my mouth. I was as hard as I needed to be, and the feel of her warm mouth after the cool water felt
exquisite. And an underwater blow job... I never thought I'd experience that.

I felt certain I'd cum in less than a minute -- maybe half a minute – but after about ten seconds she pulled away and quickly surfaced, coughing and spitting out water. "Okay," she said, "that's sexy as
hell in theory, but I don't know how anybody does it without drowning."

She took my hand and pulled me over to the shallow end, where a railing was installed next to three steps. She turned her back to me, grabbed the railing, and said "Fuck me, Jamie."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Do I sound unsure? Fuck me now, damn it."

I put my hands on her waist to brace myself and without any hesitation, slid my cock slowly into her pussy.

"Fuck!" she said. "Not like that. Harder. Faster. My pussy's hot as hell."

I rammed my cock into her as hard as I could, and I heard her gasp.

"Oh, you're so hard, so hard," she said.

"Your pussy feels so good," I said. "So wet. So hot."

"Oh fuck, fuck, Jamie, fuck me hard, just like that."

I really don't know what the fuck we were saying after a point: just random porno words, fuck and hard and wet, as she begged me to go faster. Finally she said "Cum in me, fill my pussy with your hot cum,"
and I have to be honest I hadn't even thought about whether it was safe to cum in her -- but seconds after she said it, I began spurting cum inside her, continuing to pump my cock into her as I came, feeling my cum, mixed with her own pussy juices, spraying out of her pussy, dripping down her legs, dripping onto my balls. And then she came, screaming, her scream echoing in the quiet night.

I kept fucking her until her orgasm came down, knowing that Ellie might have heard her screaming, but knowing there was nothing I could do about it at that point anyway.

Of course it hardly mattered, because when we looked up, we saw Ellie standing by the side of the pool watching us, dressed in a short, diaphanous teddy that would have made me hard all over again if I
weren't so thoroughly spent. And surprised. And, well, scared.

"Having fun?" she asked us.

"This isn't what it looks like," I said.

"It looks like my husband fucking my best friend," she said. She raised her hand from her side, and I saw that she was holding a gun. "Out of the pool," she said to Amy, pointing the gun at her.

"Ellie," I said, "what the fuck..." 

She turned the gun on me for just a moment to shut me up, then back at Amy.

Amy hesitated, looked down at herself. "Yes, I know you're naked," Ellie said. "Now out."

Amy climbed out of the pool, and Ellie walked her over to a spot under a tree, maybe fifty feet away. I could barely see them, the moonlight shaded by the early spring leaves, but I heard Ellie say something, then Amy say something, then Ellie saying something that sounded very angry, and then Ellie shot her.

"What the fuck," I said again, much more loudly, running naked from the pool. I grabbed the gun from Ellie's hand, and looked down at Amy's body. How had this gone so bad so quickly? We'd bought the gun last year after a series of home break-ins across town, but I didn't think Ellie even knew how to load the damn thing.

"Get a hold of yourself," Ellie said. "First thing, we have to get her into the house before rigor begins. Good thing she's small. Pick her up – carefully, damn it, we can't have any post-mortem bruising – and let's get her into her house. We want her in her living room before the blood begins to pool in her body"

"How the hell do you know all this?" I asked her.

"I watch a lot of CSI," she said. "Now will you focus?"

"Right," I said. "Sorry." I picked up Amy's body. "Carefully," Ellie said again. "Carry her as if she were still alive and you don't want to hurt her. Carry her as if she's an egg you can't afford to break."

"What good will this do?" I asked her.

"She'll be found in her own home, and let Dan try to explain it when he gets home."

"That's not right," I said.

"The bastard's spending the week with his girlfriend. Ellie never believed that 'trip for work' bullshit. Why do you think she came on to you? So let him use his girlfriend for an alibi if he can. Maybe he can convince the police it was that burglar from last year; who gives a shit?"

I was just lucky I didn't trip over something walking through the backyards to Dan and Amy's house in the near-darkness. When we got to the house, Ellie didn't turn on any lights. "I don't want any neighbors across the street see the lights suddenly go on at 2 in the morning," she explained. 

I gently laid Amy's body down on the floor. "But wait," I said to Ellie. "She's got my... uh... semen in her. Won't the police find that?"

"So?" Ellie asked. "Perfect. They'll think Dan found out you were fucking her, perfect motive for him. Stop being a little girl about this. I have this all thought out."

I think the scariest part of all this was how much thought Ellie had put into it. What if she decided she wanted me dead next?

We left Amy there, Ellie re-locked the door with her key – we'd exchanged keys with Dan and Amy a while back – and we went home.

And Ellie fell asleep almost immediately.

I couldn't sleep, How could I sleep? Three hours ago Amy was just a cute neighbor. Since then I'd stripped her naked, performed oral sex on her, had sex with her, watched my wife shoot her, and helped her move the body to help frame her husband. And Ellie didn't seem the least bit bothered by it.

I might never sleep again.

And then I heard the noise. Not outside this time, but footsteps. Coming upstairs.

The bedroom door opened. 

Amy walked in, still naked.

"Amy!" I shouted. "What the fuck...?"

"Quiet!" she said sharply. "You'll wake Ellie."

"What do you mean, you're talking as loudly as I am. You were dead. Weren't you dead? You were dead."

"Shhh! You'll wake Ellie," she said again. "Just because she can't hear me, doesn't mean she can't hear you."

"What?"

She walked over to my side of the bed. "Do the math, Jamie. I am dead."

"I'm asleep, then. Of course."

Amy climbed into the bed next to me. She pointed to me: "Awake." Then back to herself: "Dead. And I have some unfinished business here." She pulled back my blanket, exposing my cock. How could I be so hard already? Probably because my cock has no idea Amy's a ghost. It just sees a naked woman climbing into bed next to me while my wife sleeps on my other side.

She took my cock in her hand, said "I never finished that blowjob," then leaned over me and slid it into her mouth.

Her mouth felt warm around my cock. Is that normal? Fuck, what's "normal" when a dead woman is giving you a blowjob?

This has to be just a wet dream, I thought. That's it. I'm asleep. Just because somebody in my dream tells me I'm awake doesn't make it so. I came home and fell asleep. Or maybe the whole night was a dream: Amy never came over to swim tonight, half-naked, we never fucked, Ellie never shot her, I just fell asleep waiting for her.

She sucked harder, licking my shaft at the same time. Shit, this is no dream. I've never had a wet dream this good. Nobody has.

Suddenly she squeezed my balls lightly, and I began cumming into her mouth. She continued sucking hard as I came and a few seconds later, both physically and emotionally drained, I finally fell asleep.

         #

When I woke up, not three hours later, Amy was still in the bed, on my left, while Ellie slept on my right. "Hey, neighbor," Amy said.

"Umm," I said, "you're still...?"

"Dead?"

"I was going to say 'here'."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No. I mean no, but... I thought the blowjob was your unfinished business, and now you're, you know, supposed to move on. Or something. I don't know how these things work."

"I decided to stay. Is that okay? Don't worry, I'm not going to start looking like a zombie or anything. I figured I'd stay here with you guys." She reached over and stroked my cock. "And any time you want a good fuck, I'm here for you. Does that sound good?"

"It sounds great," I said, "but..."

"But what?" she asked, softly pumping my cock.

"But nothing."

"It works both ways though," she said. "When I need to be fucked..."

"Of course."

She climbed out of the bed, put her hands on the back of a chair near the window, and leaned over. "I need to be fucked," she said, with a smile. "And since you're the only one who can see me..."

I followed her across the room. My cock was already hard and when she said "Don't wait, put it in me now," I slid my cock slowly but firmly into her pussy. "Mmm," she said. "I could get used to this. What do you think, Jamie – could you... ahh, that's nice... could you get used to having me around? Could you satisfy both your wife and a ghost girlfriend?"

"I can," I said, fucking her more quickly now. "I will, or I'll die trying-- oops, I mean..."

She started to laugh, but her laugh was cut short by a gasp. "Oh, like that. Just like that."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Feels so good. Your pussy feels so good. I want to--"

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ellie suddenly shouted.

I froze.

I could see her trying to wipe the sleep out of her eyes. "Why are you standing there against the chair with your dick sticking out?"

"Um..."

"Don't ask me," Amy said with a grin."I'm invisible, remember?"

"Post Traumatic Sex Disorder?" I said. "I mean Stress. Stress Disorder."

"Nice recovery," Amy said.

Ellie walked over to me "I swear, it looked like you were sleep-fucking or something." She reached for my hand, and my cock slid out of Amy's pussy.

"Awww," Amy said. Then she suddenly turned around, pushed me to the side, and planted her mouth on Ellie's left breast and began roughly sucking her nipple

"What are you doing?" Ellie asked me. "Wait, you're not doing that. Jamie, what's going on here?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound innocent..

"Huhh, huhh," Ellie gasped, enjoying Amy's sucking in spite of her confusion. Then Amy got to her knees and planted her face in Ellie's pussy. "Oh! That feels so... Jamie, what the fuck's going on here?"

"Um..."

"Tell me," Ellie repeated. "That feels so good. But it scares me. Jamie, tell me now. Please."

Amy took her face away from Ellie pussy. "You can't tell her, Jamie. Not ever. If you do, I'll disappear forever."

"Um..."

Ellie grabbed the back of Amy's head and pulled her mouth back onto her pussy. "Shut up. Don't stop eating me out, I'm so close."

"What?" I said. "What?"

Amy went back to work on Ellie's pussy with renewed vigor, and Ellie started making breathing hard, almost hyperventilating, the way she sometimes did when she was ready to cum. Her knees started to buckle as she groaned very loudly. I grabbed her under her arms. "Help me to the bed," she said, catching her breath.

"I never saw you cum that intensely before," Amy said.

"We never had Jamie watching us before."

"Ellie," I said, "you can see her? Hear her?"

"Jamie, grab your cell phone from the nightstand."

"What? Okay, but..."

"What's the date?"

"April Fir... fuck... oh, fuck..."

Amy leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. "Yup," she said.

"April Fools, dear," Ellie said.

"This was all... you were..."

"That's right," Amy said.

"You're psychos."

"Jamie," Ellie said, "Dan's gone. He is off on a business trip, but he made it clear before he left that it's all over. He hasn't touched Amy in months, and, well..."

"You have?"

"They're probably going to sell the house," Ellie said. "Divorce, that's what happen. I told Amy she could live here with us for a while, but we wanted to make sure you were..."

"That you'd be okay with the three of us living in close quarters," Amy continued. 

"One bed," Ellie said. "And if you and I want to fuck, or you and Amy, or... me and Amy... anything goes. For as long as we want it to."

"Hell yeah," I said. And what followed were some of the best years of my life.

Especially after Amy's cousin Dawn showed up.

And really, was there ever any question about the story somehow ending up this way? This is Literotica, after all, which pretty much expects every character to want to do the nasty with most every other character.