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A Dream Come True

By: thats just wrong



It was another beautiful day in south Florida, it was about 5pm and I was waiting in the car to pick up my sister Meghan from dance classes, which she has been taking since she was 3 yrs old. Several months ago I made a show with my parents about not wanting to pick up my sister especially on a Friday but they said I could use the car on the weekend if I picked her up. I really didn’t mind because I was able to see several beautiful nubile goddesses dressed in spandex tights showing off their bodies in detail.

My sister hopped in the car with a giggle in her voice “like the show Brian? I said why do you think I agreed to pick you up every day? She just said I thought so. Now let me describe my sister to you she is 5’6” and 115lbs of hard body she has shoulder length brown hair and the cutest heart shaped face with almond shaped eyes, she had 36c cup breasts (I checked the hamper) and an ass to die for. I was only 2 years older then her at 20 and we went to the same high school so I knew all of her friends. She asked me who I thought was the hottest at the dance studio? I said besides you? She just smiled and said seriously? (Little did she know how I lusted after her) I told her celene who was a real beauty she was 5’2” with a great ass huge D cup breasts Brown eyes and long brown hair, Celene was also her best friend, I started the car and was about to pull out when Meghan said Brian wait for Celene I said I cant drive her home she lives on the other side of town. Meghan said no silly she is sleeping over tonight she saw me smile and said I thought you would like that.

Well Celene came to the car and both girls got into the back seat so they could whisper and giggle to each other so I could not hear them. About half way home Meghan said to Celene I cant ask him that he is my brother. Which perked my ears up, Celene said he is your brother you know he won’t tell anyone. Meghan climbed over to the front seat and said Brian can I ask you a personal Question I said sure she said promise it wont leave this car. My sister and I have always been close and she knew I would not say anything. I said I promise, I could tell she was embarrassed she sat there for a moment and didn’t say anything I said out with it! She said well I have been with Drew for 6 months (her boyfriend) and well … I … Out with it I said! How do you give a Blow Job? My jaw dropped to the floor. I was speechless, but then an idea began to form, I said why don’t you ask celene (trying to see how sexually active she is) Celene piped in and said she has never done it before either. I said well it’s important to be careful of your teeth they can bring pleasure but they can hurt also. Just then I pulled into our driveway and the conversation ended for the moment. I said we would continue this later. 

It was 2 AM and I just got home from my date with Donna we had a great time but as usual I had a bad case of blue balls. I checked on my sister and her friend and they had fallen asleep with the light still on so I went in to turn it off but not before checking the 2 of them out very carefully they were wearing thin tee shirts and no bra’s and I could clearly see there nipples through there shirts which caused me to catch my breath. Meghan’s were small and pink and looked to be about a half inch long, Celene’s were much thicker and darker (because of her Italian heritage) my eyes traveled further down there young hard bodies when I was surprised again neither one was wearing panties and both of them seemed to be shaved clean as a new born baby. This had me hard in nothing flat. So I shut the light closed the door and went back to my room to relieve my extremely blue balls that were even worse now that I had that brief peep show.

I close my door turned on my TV with the headset on and popped in my favorite porno and began to stroke my 8” cock to hardness. There was a seen of a blond chick with huge boobs sucking a cock all the way down her throat, which reminded me of the question my sister asked me earlier today. Then the seen cut abruptly to a brunette getting a big dick shoved up her ass (which, being an ass man was always my favorite) but not tonight I kept thinking of the question my sister asked and had this vision of my sister with my 8” dick in her throat sucking for all she is worth until suddenly my balls tightened up and exploded with the biggest orgasm of my life the first salvo of cum hit the head board just to the right of my face and three consecutive shots hit my chin chest and belly, my balls were throbbing and I had a head rush like you get if you had been under water too long and suddenly broke the surface and took a gasp of air it took a full 5 minutes before I came down from my orgasm I cleaned my self up and threw the towel on the floor by my bed. I put my shorts on and went out to the kitchen to get a drink. It was then that I noticed that my bedroom door was slightly opened?? I was sure I closed it but thought nothing more about it 

I was in the kitchen and opened the cupboard to get a glass and an idea hit me I took the cereal bowls from the bottom shelf and put them on the top shelf, I downed my drink retired to bed I woke up around 8am which was normal for me and found a note on the kitchen table from my parents saying they went to the Honda classic and would not be home till about 6 pm (my parents are big golf fans) so I sat at the kitchen table with my coffee and news paper when my sister came down the stairs rubbing her eyes and said good morning she went to the fridge and fished out the O.J. and chugged from the container. I said that is gross use a glass! She said she only wanted a mouth full and she didn’t touch her lips to the container so it’s not gross. Just then Celene came down the stairs and I said good morning sleepy head she mumbled good morning.

My sister asked where mom and dad were and I told her she then whispered into celene’s ear and they both giggled. Meghan asked celene what she wanted for breakfast and she said cold cereal would be fine. Yes! I was in luck my sister went to the cupboard opened it and noticed the bowls were on the top shelf she looked over her shoulder at me but I was engrossed in the sports section (or so she thought) she had to stretch to reach the bowls which made her shirt ride up her body giving me a perfect view of her sweet ass and pink pussy lips. She then got the cereal for Celene then said I think I will have some too and went back to the cupboard and stretched again but this time her leg’s were further apart and I could see right into her virginal pussy I got hard in a second and was staring at my sister when Celene said Meghan you are giving your brother quite a show. I was caught! My sister looked over her shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes and said we are even now! 

I didn’t know what she meant at the time but decided to drop it. They finished their breakfast and announced that the were going to get some sun out by the pool and went to change which left me in the kitchen with a huge erection I turned back to the news paper to get my mind off my sister which seemed to be working for my dick was back to its normal state of sleepiness. 

Just when things were back to normal Meghan and Celene came down the stairs in the skimpiest bathing suits I have ever seen they were sinful and my dick sprang back to full life. Meghans Bathing suite was a tiny white ensemble which left very little to the imagination And Celene’s was just as illegal as the walked by me I got the second shock they were g-strings which showed there perfect asses off to my eager eyes. After they went out to the patio I went up stairs and took a cold shower and came back downstairs dressed in my bathing suit. 

I decided to join them in getting some sun out back. The two of them were stretched out on the chase lounges on their stomachs with the strings of their bikini tops untied and their ample breasts visible from the sides. I groaned and dove into the water startling them I swam the length of the pool under water and the cold water did wonders in bringing my erection under control. 

I got out of the water and pulled the one remaining lounge chair up besides my sister and started to get comfortable when Celene asked me if I would mind putting some lotion on her back. I groaned knowing my erection would be coming back to life in moments I grabbed the oil and squirted it on her back and proceeded to rub it in quickly Celene said come on Brian you can do better then that she said sit on my ass while you do it you wont crush me so I did as asked and began to give her a massage with the oil she groaned and said that is much better I rubbed her shoulders and worked my way down her back to her ass which was completely naked because the string of her bikini was between the cheeks of her ass . (I said to my self what the fuck and went for broke) and began massaging her ass in earnest working the tight muscles of her sweet ass then moving back up her back then working along the sides of her breasts getting a good feel of her ample tit flesh I worked my way back down to her ass and noticed she had spread her legs slightly apart giving me an unobstructed view of the string of her bottoms disappearing into the folds of her pussy I was hard in seconds and I knew she could feel it. I worked my hands down her legs massaging her thighs and calves then worked back up the insides of her legs till I was rubbing between her legs and working my index finger across the base of her pussy. 

Meghan said ok that’s enough now do me. I could not get up with out her seeing my erection but luck was with me when she turned her head and wiggled down the lounge chair to make room for me, spreading her legs in the process I proceeded to give my sister the same treatment I just gave Celene and as I was working her ass muscles I could hear her groan and say that feels nice I worked down her legs and back up the insides. Her legs were spread wider then Celene’s were and I could see everything she had. As I massaged her inner thighs my index finger again began to work up and down her slit bringing another groan from her she wiggled her ass and my finger slid in further I could smell the unmistakable smell of aroused pussy this had gone too far I slapped her bottom and said your done and quickly jumped on my lounge chair hiding my erection. 

My sister said let me put some lotion on you back now and before I could say anything she was sitting on my ass and began rubbing my back with oil. It felt great she then said ok turn over so I can do your front I said that’s ok just my back is fine. Meghan said are you afraid to show that erection you’ve had since this mornings peep show? Meghan said “come on roll over” so I complied she again sat astride my torso but this time she was sitting on my erect cock she squirted some oil on her hands and leaned forward to massage my chest as she leaned forward I felt her pussy lips separate and my dick slide between them I was in heaven she worked up my torso and down again moving her hips back and forth in the process. My god I thought my sister is dry fucking me she leaned all the way forward to rub oil on my shoulders and in the process mashing her clit against my erect cock she let out a groan and looked me straight in the eyes she licked her lips smiled at me and ground her hips harder against my dick, she then sat up straight and said you never did answer my question yesterday? 

I was confused, when she said you know how do you give a blow job I was speechless I stammered and sputtered and said ok go in the kitchen and get a banana she said why I said I cant just describe it, you have to experience it she smile and said o.k. And went into the kitchen and came back empty handed, said sorry I used the last one on our cereal this morning she came back to the chase lounge and sat on my lap again I groaned she then shocked the hell out of me and said how about we use this banana and put her hand firmly on my erect cock I just groaned and said you win you two have been teasing me since this morning and I give up she clapped her hands and said Celene come over here and have a look she then proceeded to take my 8” cock out of my shorts and said wow this is bigger and thicker then drew’s 

I beamed with pride at that comment . She said o.k. What do I do? I said you begin licking like it is a lollipop she said that’s easy enough she then dipped her head and began licking up and down my dick I was in heaven she said mmmm its so soft and hard at the same time she did this for a few minutes and said what next I said put the head in your mouth and suck being careful not to use your teeth. When my sister put the head of my cock in her mouth 

I thought I would explode right then and there but Celene said o.k. Let me try I could not believe my luck here were the 2 hottest chicks I knew and they both want to suck my dick Celene picked up where Meghan left off and popped the head of my dick into her mouth and began to suck. Again I was in heaven but the pause between my sister and celene was enough time to let me regain my control she then began bobbing her head up and down while sucking my cock it felt glorious. 

I through caution to the wind and told Meghan to take off her bottoms and sit on my face so I can lick that bald pussy of yours she giggled and said you don’t have to ask twice she proceeded to take off her bottoms and stepped over my head. I could not believe it, here I was staring straight into my beautiful sisters wet opened pussy. 

She began to lower her pussy to my mouth I stuck my tongue out and began to lick her and it was delicious I stuck my tongue out and lightly licked the outer lips starting at the bottom of her pussy working up the right side towards her swollen clit, but skipping over that returning to the bottom and going back up the left side again skipping her clit, I then curled my tongue and slipped into the bottom of her pussy like a shoe horn and scooped up her pussy and deep into her hole and my nose was rubbing her clit she started moving her hips back and forth working my face as if it was her own personal dildo the whole time she was fucking my face Celene was still sucking my dick she was only taking about half of it into her mouth but it felt great. She was using her tongue on the underside of my cock and also sucking like it was a straw in a McDonalds frozen milkshake. 

I thought she was going to suck my balls out the tip of my dick which was about to blow I brought my hands up to my sisters hips and moved her off my face so I could warn Celene I was about to blow Meghan said she wanted to see and got off my face and knelt next to Celene. Celene started bobbing up and down faster and sucking harder and then I blew my cork the whole world went black as the feelings ran from my balls up my spine and exploded in my brain then back down to my balls the first shot ripped right down her throat which caused her to gag pulling her mouth off my dick only to be replaced with my sisters my second shot came with no less intensity then the first and I felt that feeling again as I shot my second salvo down my sisters throat, but she was prepared and didn’t gag she just hummed Mmmmm which brought another salvo of cum out of my dick then she pulled her mouth off and Celene went back down on me sucking the rest of the cum out of my dick until there was no more left to give. 

She then pulled her head off my dick and said with a smile how was that? I said perfect she then said I feel a little left out! I said what do you mean? She said, you ate your sisters’ pussy but not mine, don’t you like me? I smiled and said clime aboard, and she did just that. 

I was sucking her bald pussy and licking her clit till she was shaking then I felt my sister slip my half hard dick back into her mouth and began sucking my cock up and down and back and forth just then Celene’s pussy slammed down on my face and exploded into my mouth the sweet pussy juices just flooded out of her and all over my face and mouth and chin just then I felt my sister pull, her mouth off of my fully erect prick and I groaned because it felt so good then I felt her lips touch the tip of my prick again and slowly slip down my prick but it felt different this time, it was then that I realized it was not her mouth but her pussy. 

I felt the crown of my dick at the opening of her pussy she was pressing down with more and more force suddenly it slipped into her pussy with a pop causing her to freeze in place I could tell she was scared because of how thick my cock is she began to pull off of my dick till I was no longer inside of her. I thought great she gave up but then she pushed back down again and my dick popped in a little easier she repeated this about 5 times massaging the head of my prick with the tight opening to her pussy pop! Withdrawal pop withdrawal pop withdrawal pop and then her pussy was slowly going down my cock then she stopped because I hit her hymen. 

She raised up a little and slammed down all the way till I was buried to the hilt in my sisters incredibly tight pussy my god I was fucking my sister and I didn’t care it felt too fucking good. Meghan just groaned and said my god I feel so full it was then that Celene turned around and saw my sister sitting on my lap with my dick rooted firmly in her cunt the head of my dick wedged 2 inches into her womb. 

I could feel her cervix squeezing around the head of my cock and her bald pussy lips mashed against my pelvic bone. Celene said oh my god this is so hot. She turned around and faced my sister planting her pussy back on my mouth and said how does it feel? Does it hurt? Meghan just said I feel so full he is so big. I could feel the walls of her wet cunt squeezing my dick like a second skin. My sister then started tightening her pussy, which I didn’t think, was possible because it felt like I was forcing my cock into a straw, her pussy was so tight. 

Meghan then began moving up my dick and I could feel the head of my prick pop out of her womb and her eyes went round and she said Oooh! And smiled down at me and just wiggled her ass back and forth a few times. Every time she moved I could feel my prick moving, no gliding along the wet walls of her pussy, then she stopped and started moving up and down an inch or so at a time getting used to the fullness in her pussy then she pulled all the way off and slammed down. I felt 2 pops one when my dick went past her opening to her pussy and a second much harder one when I entered her cervix she did this 3 more times. All the way off then back down pop…., POP! All the way off then back down pop…., POP! All the way off then back down pop…., POP! She stopped with my prick buried deep in her womb and ground her clit against my pubic hair celene could see the whole shiny length of my prick as it exited Meghans pussy Celene said hold on a moment and leaned forward and began to lick the base of my dick sucking Meghans juices off the side of my dick then she started working her tongue up to where my prick was still inside my sisters cunt and continued licking my sister paying special attention to her swollen clit Then Meghan slammed back down taking me to the hilt I felt every inch of her pussy as it engulfed my prick. She reached behind Celene’s head and pulled it back down to her pussy and Celene began sucking her clit taking her little nub between her lips and nibbling on it while flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip. 

I could tell this was really getting to her because her body began to vibrate which I first felt in my prick which was still stuffed into her tight wet cunt Meghan began sliding her pussy forward and backwards sliding the head in and out of her cervix the vibrations began to radiate outwards until it consumed her body and she erupted in the mother of all orgasm’s, her juices were running out of her pussy and down my prick and balls which Celene was still taking care of sucking one then the other. Meghan leaned back putting her hands just below my knees trying to catch her breath causing my dick to pop out of her womb I was about to loose it I could not believe I held out this long (she was huffing and puffing like she just ran a marathon) she then sat back up forcing my cock back into her womb and that was all it took I felt my balls tighten up and the whole universe want black except for my dick my spine and my brain as the first shot erupted from my dick with the force of a bazooka rocketing deep into my sisters womb Meghan stopped and said Oh! My god! And pressed harder down on my dick then the second eruption came with the same intensity as the 1st and she gasped and that was all she needed for a second orgasm, her pussy was convulsing around my prick causing a third forth and fifth salvo of cum to be pumped deep into her womb. 


A Dream Come True



It took a few minutes for us to cool down. When she pulled her self together she leaned forward and lifted Celene up to her face and planting the hottest sexiest kiss right on her mouth. With celene sitting up again her back was blocking my view of my sister so I put my hands on her back and gently pushed her torso back down to where I was buried in my sister’s cunt I then grabbed her hips and pulled her back the inch or so needed to bury my tongue back into her pussy licking the outer lips and working my way from her clit to the back of her wet lips then up to her tight pink asshole she was a little startled when I started pushing my tongue into her ass but I could tell she liked it because she was pushing back trying to get more of it up her ass I then began to work one of my fingers in and she went wild grinding up and down on my face and finger 

I felt Meghan moving slowly up my semi hard prick and back down an inch at a time she did this for a few minutes until I was rock hard again she started moving all the way off and back down up and down faster and faster then she stopped and just ground her pussy against me rubbing her clit on my pubic bone back and forth I could feel the head of my dick pushing in and out of her cervix then celene said my turn Meghan said not yet I am almost there she slid her hips back and forth sliding me in and out of her pussy then all the way to the top and back down faster and faster until she erupted on my dick slamming all the way down and grinding back and forth on my dick I felt her orgasmic contractions squeezed my dick and if it wasn’t for the fact that I had just cum I would have erupted on the spot. 

Meghan collapsed against Celene and said Oh my god that was intense. Celene helped meghan off of my prick and positioned her self over my cock and began to lower herself down my prick the juices from her orgasm mixed with all of the saliva I coated her pussy with caused my dick to slide right in till I reached her hymen I thought 2 virgins in one day this is incredible Celene then raised all the way to the top of my prick hesitated for a moment then slammed all the way down my prick taking me to the hilt. Aieeee! She screamed and I could see the tears running down her cheek. She started to get off but I held her hips down and said come down here and pulled her close to me so her huge tits were hanging in my face. 

I started licking around her right nipple. Circling around it a few times but not touching it, then I flicked it back and forth, which brought a little moan from her lips. This let me know she was getting used to my prick wedged deep in her tight hairless pussy. I then sucked hard on her nipple flicking my tongue across the swollen tip as I lightly flicked her left nipple with my thumb this caused Celene to start breathing faster and she started rocking her hips on my prick slowly. 

I could tell it still hurt her a little but the pain seemed to be blending with the pleasure as she speeded up her motions She raised herself off my dick till just the tip was still inside and she slowly moved back down taking me full inside of her, she hesitated a moment… then moved back up to the tip and then back down faster then before but still controlled. She turned to Meghan and said you were right I feel so full. Celene then sat up straight taking her beautiful tasty tits from my mouth and started moving up and down my prick slowly at first then slightly faster and faster until she was pumping her pussy up and down my prick at full speed she started saying oh my god oh my god oh my God!!!!!!!!!! And she went off like a stick of TNT her tight pussy clamping down on my prick like a vise it was too intense and I felt that familiar feeling tingling in my balls and I couldn’t hold back any longer and I went off. 

The first shot went deep into her pussy, which caused her to gasp, pushing all the way down on my prick I pumped 3 more shots into her cunt the last one felt like some one gripped my balls with a vise and squeezed. I was done. These 2 vixens had drained my balls dry. Celene was still in the throes of her orgasm and was just coming down when she collapsed on my chest and just let out a deep sigh. We caught our breath for a few minutes when I suggested we hop in the pool to clean off and then order some pizza………………………

2

We finished the pizza and cleaned up just when my parents pulled into the driveway. I told the girls to go change their bathing suits because my parents would flip if they saw them. The two girls took off at a dead run, tit and ass flesh bouncing and jiggling all the way up the stairs and into their room. My parents had gone grocery shopping after golfing and after I helped them put them away the girls came down the stairs. Celene in jeans and a halter-top and Meghan in a faded blue jeans skirt and blouse. Meghan announced that celene had to go home now and asked my father to drive them. He said he was tired and told me to take them I again put on a small show (I groaned and said hurry up brat and get you stuff together the bus is leaving in 5 minutes) the girls sat in the back giggling and whispering and I had a cool c.d. playing and was thinking of the incredible events of the day. I had fucked and been sucked by the 2 most beautiful babes in the world and one of them was my sister! 

We dropped Celene off and Meghan got in the front seat next to me she turned down the radio as we pulled out of the driveway and headed home. I asked Meghan what brought that on this morning? She said that last night when I came in and turned off there light she said they were awake we decided to ask you about oral sex and went to your bedroom to continue our earlier conversation. Meghan giggled and said but you were a little busy with that movie and big dick of yours. A light bulb went on in my brain and said that is why the door was opened this morning when I got up and that is what you meant by now we are even. But that does not explain what happened this morning. Well Meghan said we were watching the movie and you and got so hot! It was the 1st porno film we ever saw hell it was the first time we ever saw how enjoyable sex could be. I decided then that a blow job was not enough I wanted to fuck and could not wait the 3 weeks drew was out of town on vacation. So Celene and I hatched the plan last night (you know she has always had a crush on you) 

I asked why you didn’t tell me sooner? Well you are a senior or will be this September and she is going to be a sophomore and was afraid you would laugh at her. Just then we pulled into the driveway and went inside. Our parents called us into the living room and told us to sit down. Meghan and I looked at each other and fear went through our eyes. Were we caught? How? Our father said that they won a tournament prize today it was a 14-day cruise to the Caribbean’s and because he had 3 weeks of vacation and it was only good for a year they will be leaving tomorrow morning at 5am. 

Meghan and I were stunned into silence. The 2 of you are old enough to take care of yourselves. We got enough from the store to last 2 weeks and here is 200.00 for gas movies etc. no parties no over night guests this is the 1st time we have left you to alone so don’t let us down. Meghan said cant I have Celene sleep over a few times. Our parent looked at each other (they really liked Celene) she was a good kid, well mannered, respectful. They said Celene and Celene only. With that settled Meghan looked at me and smiled.

It was 4:45am when my parents woke me up they asked me to take them to port everglades. It took an hour to get there 45 minutes to check in and an hour to get back it was just before 8am when I pulled into the driveway opened the front door and smelled bacon and eggs cooking I smiled because I was starving. 

I went into the kitchen and my jaw dropped there was Meghan at the stove cooking eggs totally naked! I just stood there staring at her perfect ass and I mean perfect I thought to my self this is going to be a great 2 weeks. Meghan looked over her shoulder and said well? She said go lock the front door then get naked and have breakfast with me. I locked the front door stripped naked and sat at the kitchen table. Meghan put a plate full of Bacon eggs and toast in front of me and said dig in. 

I said aren’t you going to have some? She just smiled and said she has something else in mind for her breakfast. She climbed under the table and slipped the head of my prick into her wet mouth I looked down through the glass kitchen table and saw the back of her head with her hair cascading across my thighs she brought her hand up and grabbed my dick by the base and proceeded to lick and suck the head of my dick slowly and with long slow strokes of her tongue she turned her head and said with a tone of laughter in her voice your not eating. 

I said its kind of hard. I know she laughed as she sucked my dick into her mouth then off again and said if you don’t eat before it gets cold you wont get another one of these again. That was enough motivation for me I dug into my breakfast with determination and she did the same to my dick slowly she worked more of my dick into her mouth, sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling the whole time then I could feel the head of my dick against the back of her throat pressing firmly but going no further she sucked back up to the top and back down several times before taking it as deep as she could again pressing insistently at the back of her throat she held it there for a few seconds breathing through her nose and then she pressed harder against her throat which slowly began to open up allowing another inch of my dick in with only an inch and a half to go. 

She pulled slowly off until I was no longer in her throat then back down taking an additional inch down her throat then back off and back down until the base of my dick was firmly pressing against her nose. She did it! She had my whole cock buried down her throat. She stayed there for a few seconds getting used to my girth then she did something that blew my mind and almost my cork she swallowed and I felt her throat try to pull me into her stomach she did this 3 more times and then pulled off my dick till just the head was in her mouth she licked the head a few times then kissed it and turned her head and looked at me. 

I could see the tears in her eyes from the strain she smiled at me and said how am I doing? I told her it is the best blowjob I have ever had! She beamed up at me and went back to work on my dick. She popped the head just past the ring of her lips and sucked as hard as she could as if she were trying to suck the cum from my balls then she went all the way down my dick to the base till I was rooted firmly in her throat and began swallowing as if it were her last meal 4 or 5 times she did this until I told her I was about to cum. She slid her throat up and down the top 2 inches of my dick a few more times then all the way to the back of her throat again and swallowed and that was it I popped my cork and pumped shot after shot of cum down my sisters throat strait into her stomach. 

Meghan kept her lips firmly pressed against the base of my prick as throbbed, pulse and released shot after ropy shot down her tight throat. I groaned and said my oh my oh my that was incredible Meghan you are a fast learner where did you learn to do that? She said after I left this morning she went into my room and watched a porno and paid close attention to the blowjob scenes. 

I said come up here and give me a kiss. Meghan stood up and straddled my lap and sat down on my now soft dick and we kissed not like brother and sister but like lovers our tongues dueling back and forth exploring every inch of each others mouth. I reached around my sister and pushed my empty plate aside then I grabbed Meghan by the waist and lifted her up and planted her ass on the edge of the table. I slid my chair back and separated her legs and was greeted by a beautiful bald wet pussy that was begging to be sucked, and that is exactly what I did. 

I dove right in sticking my tongue as far in her hole as it would go rubbing my nose against her clit. Meghan let out a moan and said that feels awesome. I pulled out just enough to start licking along the outer lips working my way up one side then down the other working slowly towards the center until I was once again buried in her wet grotto sucking her juices out of her and let me tell you she was delicious I worked my way up her pussy until I was at her clit which was swollen with excitement. I flicked it lightly with the tip of my tongue, which caused Meghan to jerk suddenly. She leaned back until she was flat on her back on the kitchen table. I then began working around her clit with my tongue flicking it back and forth, the whole while Meghan was shaking and grinding her pussy against my face harder and harder. Meghan said don’t stop I’m almost there. 

I then took her legs and draped them over my shoulders lowering my tongue to her rosy pink asshole and began licking she let out a guttural sound from deep within and it was then that I stuck my tongue deep into her ass and that is all she needed to push her over the edge and cum like gang busters she sat up straight grabbing the back of my head pressing me deeper into her ass as her pussy was convulsing and leaking all over my face and down my chin. She was squeezing me with her dancers legs and pressing me deeper into her ass until she let out a final gasp and leaned back releasing her death grip on my head. 

Once the throbbing in my head stopped I stood up and pressed my dick into her wet channel plowing forward till I was buried to the root this caused Meghan to go off again squeezing my dick with her orgasmic contractions. I put my right hand behind her neck and pulled her up and told her to put her arms around my neck and wrap her legs around my back and hold on. I then stood up with my sister rooted deeply and snugly on my 8” dick and walked her out of the kitchen and over to the sofa laying her gently on her back as I pulled out of her to get better positioning she said no don’t take it out it feels Soooo good. 

I told her not to worry I will be putting it right back in. Which is exactly what I did pressing my dick into her steaming twat to the hilt while lowering my weight on to her petite frame. I looked Meghan in the eyes and saw the love and trust glowing up at me and I knew I never wanted this to stop. I began moving in and out of my sister in slow long strokes as I licked and nibbled along the right side of her neck until I was at her ear, which caused her to shiver and sprout with goose bumps Meghan then turned her head towards me and we began kissing, gentle tender kisses nibbling each others lips and flicking our tongues back and forth. The whole while I was slowly pumping my dick in and out of her cunt moving from side to side pressing in from the right side then from the left. Meghan had to have the shortest pussy channel I have ever fucked into because I could only get about ¾ of my dick into her before I hit her cervix. I slowed my strokes and placed the tip of my dick against her cervix and then pressed forward my dick popped in and as tight as her pussy was her womb was even tighter surging forward until I had 2 full inches buried in her womb I slowly withdrew until I could feel her cervix snapping closed over the tip of my dick and then I slowly pressed back in a millimeter at a time until I was buried to the root again, I repeated this several times gradually picking up speed until I had a slow but steady rhythm moving in and out of her womb. 

It was incredible the ring of her pussy clamping tightly around the base of my dick and the entrance to her womb squeezing the tip of my dick. It was like I was fucking 2 pussies at the same time I could tell Meghan was getting close to her orgasm again because every time I pressed fully into her she pressed back like she wanted another inch in her grinding her pussy against my pelvic bone. She whispered in my ear that she was about to cum. So I slowed down and pulled slowly out of her pussy. She had a pained pleading look on her face and I told her to turn over and get on her knees. 

She quickly did just that. With one leg on the floor and her head and arms on the armrest I re-inserted my prick into her seeping slot and I slowly surged forward till I bottomed out. Meghan gasped and said you feel even bigger then before. I told her in this position I have deeper access to your sweet cunt. Meghan said it feels like your going to come out of my mouth. I then began to withdrawal from her pussy And to my credit I did not speed up I just kept the same steady pace in and out of her pussy back and forth 2 inches at a time in and out of her womb slow steady strokes getting longer and longer until I was pulling all the way out of her pussy and then slowly pushing back in to the hilt. I did this for a good five minutes till her movements became erratic and her pussy clamped tightly around my dick in a gripping orgasm that I felt pulsing along the length of my cock. It took great effort on my part not to cum right then and there but I succeeded in holding back the torrent of cum that was about to coat my sister’s womb. 

I pulled back and looked at my sister’s shinny wet pussy and couldn’t resist burring my face into it. Working her pussy with my tongue up and down back and forth. Then I worked up her pussy till I was at her rosy pink asshole and began licking around her tight sphincter, which caused Meghan to gasp, Oooohh! My that feels awesome. I worked more of my tongue into her ass till I felt her relax a little then I inserted one finger working it slowly in and out of her sweet ass. Slowly I pressed more and more of my finger into her ass till I had the whole finger buried in her ass. I pulled it out and then slowly worked a second finger into her then a third until she was grinding back on my hand trying to get more into her ass. I pulled out of her and she said no! Don’t take it out! 

I told her I have something better for her ass then mere fingers. Meghan said yes! Please fuck my ass. I slipped my prick back into her wet pussy picking up enough natural lube to make the intrusion into her ass. Working the tip of my prick against her rosy asshole I pressed forward and felt her asshole opening a little at a time to let the head of my prick in and then suddenly I was past her sphincter She let out a deep guttural moan then I slowly pulled out and I heard an audible snap as her sphincter closed then I pressed back in a little more insistently I did this a few times until she begged me to give her more. 

So I did just that pressing forward an inch then pulling back out then pressing forward two inches then back out then a third and Meghan said hold it right there that is all I can take. I only had about 3 inches of my dick in her ass and another 5 to go. Meghan asked how much more I have to go and I told her about 5 inches. She screamed 5 inches! No way it feels like you have your whole leg up my ass. I said just relax I wont hurt you and for the next 3 or 4 minutes I worked those 3 inches in and out of her ass until she was used to it. 

I asked if she was ready for a little more? Meghan said yes give me more. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and surged forward another 2 inches Meghan let out a groan and said keep going. I could tell she was in pain but she wanted my entire prick buried in her ass. So I pressed forward another inch. Meghan Screamed that’s it no more I told her I only have 2 more inches to go. Two inches! No way no more. I pleaded Meghan It will only hurt for a second then you will get used to it. Meghan relented and said o.k. Do it quick. So I plunged forward the rest of the way burying my prick to the hilt in her ass. 

Meghan fell forward bringing me with her causing an additional half-inch to surge into her ass. Meghan was openly sobbing but there was nothing she could do she was pinned to the couch with my prick buried in her ass to the hilt. We stayed like that for a minute till she stopped sobbing. I then began flexing my prick in her ass causing her to gasp. Then I pulled out an inch and pressed back in slowly working that last inch in and out of her ass then back in 2 inches and then out again taking about a half inch more out at a time then back in to the hilt. I kept this up until I was pulling almost all the way out of her ass then pressing all the way forward to the hilt. I asked if it still hurt. She said no it’s starting to feel great. 




A Dream Come True



I said are you ready to get your ass seriously fucked? Meghan said go for it! That was all I needed to hear. I began sawing my 8” dick in and out of her ass. Full long strokes back and forth slowly building up speed until I was hammering her sweet asshole for all I was worth. Meghan was moaning and babbling some nonsense and I continued pumping her asshole back and forth and I Knew I couldn’t hold on for much longer so I told Meghan I was about to cum. She said fill my ass with your hot cum. And that is just what I did, my balls let loose with a mighty pulse of cum that rocketed into her bowels surge after surge of cum 3….. 4…. 5… shots and this caused Meghan to hit her own orgasm pressing her ass against me and I pulsed 3 more times into her ass. I was done I collapsed forward onto my sister with my dick still buried in her ass to the hilt. We fell asleep like that with my dick still inside of her ass. 

I woke up about an hour later with my soft dick still in her ass. It was probably only four inches soft but her tight sphincter held the base of my prick in place. I began reviewing the events of the last 24 hours in my head I came in Celene’s mouth, Meghans pussy then Celene’s pussy then this morning down Meghan’s throat and now in her ass what was going to happen next? Thinking these thoughts was causing my dick to get hard again slowly inch by inch, it was pulsing deeper into my sisters sweet perfect ass getting thicker and longer till I was fully erect and once again buried in her ass to the hilt. 

I looked down at my sister and she was awake and smiling. She said you are amazing don’t you ever get enough? I said not of something this perfect and slowly pulled my dick out of her ass until only an inch and a half remained inside of her then I began pushing back into her but it was slow going, during our little power nap all the lube and my cum seem to have disappeared. I could tell Meghan was in pain so I pulled all the way out with a pop. 

I looked down at my sisters gaping asshole, which was no longer, the rosy pink puckered hole it was this morning. I t was still opened wide enough to get my middle finger in to the hilt without touching the sides. I said don’t move, ran up stairs and grabbed a beach towel and my lube and headed back to the couch. I folded the beach towel in half and put it on the couch at the other end. Then I told my sister to get up on her knees but leave her head on the pillow sticking her butt in the air I dripped a good amount of lube into her still slightly opened asshole working it in and out with my finger I sat down and coated my dick with some lube and told her to climb aboard. 

Meghan stood up and walked down to the end of the couch where I sat with my dick sticking straight up in the air. Meghan turned her back to me and began moving backwards. I grabbed her hips and lifted supporting most of her weight. Meghan placed the tip of my dick at the opening of her ass and pressed down an inch and a half. I slipped in without any effort or struggle. I said to Meghan, are you ready for this? She said yes! And I let go of her hips, which she was not ready for. 

She let out a yelp and an ooof as she bottomed out on my dick. That didn’t hurt at all we should have used that stuff the 1st time. It feels divine! Meghan leaned back against my chest and I reached around her cupping her Beautiful breasts in my hands causing her to sigh and began sliding her hips back and forth causing my greasy dick to slide in and out of her ass a couple of inches at a time. Then Meghan leaned forward and put her hands on her thighs and began moving her ass further up then down my dick. I grabbed her hips and helped, pulling all the way off leaving an inch in her ass and slamming back down. I was driving my dick in and out of her ass making squishing sounds as my well-lubed cock slid in and out of her greasy asshole. 

We kept this up for a good fifteen minutes, my dick gliding in and out of her ass until she slammed all the way down on my dick and came! Her whole body spasming and convulsed and then I felt my balls getting coated with her pussy juices. We stayed like this for a few minutes till Meghan’s breathing returned to normal then I again grabbed her hips and lifted her off my dick then lowering her back on she leaned forward again, and once again began pumping her ass on and off my dick. Faster and faster, pumping in and out pulling all the way off and then back down to the hilt she was incredible her ass was moving in a blur. My dick was slipping in and out; her ass was pumping up and down. 

I could feel every ripple of her ass channel as it glided along the length of my cock. Meghan slowed and lowered her ass till I was rooted in her to the hilt. Grinding her hips in slow circles Meghan took a few minutes to catch her breath. I told Meghan to turn around and face me. She slowly pulled off of my prick and I could see the whole shiny length exiting from her ass till it came all the way out with a pop. She turned around and faced me lowering her ass in one smooth motion back on to my dick. 

I grabbed her face in both hands and pulled her to me kissing her forehead then her left eye then her right eye and then the tip of her nose. Meghan looked at me with such love in her eyes then we were kissing, probing each other’s mouth with our tongues. I lowered my hands to her ass and gave her a gentle squeeze and then lightly began dragging my fingertips up her spine till I was at the base of hear head then back down the sides causing her to shiver and sprout with goose bumps. We broke our kiss and I started kissing her face working my way around to her neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive flesh. Meghan began slowly lifting her ass off of my prick then back down creating a slow steady pace gliding along the length of my prick. In.. out…. All the way up then back down over and over. The only sounds we could hear were our breathing and the squishy slurping noise of her ass sliding up and down my prick

Then on the up stroke she pulled off a little too much and my prick popped out but it was too late she was already moving down. But this time I speared her pussy pop… POP! To the hilt she stopped groaned and came and at that same instant I blew also pumping a gallon of cum into her womb. I was spent! I had nothing left. Just then the phone rang startling both of us. Meghan looked over her right shoulder at the portable phone on the coffee table. Being the nimble dancer that she is she leaned back putting both hands on the floor in front of the couch giving me a perfect view of her body with my dick still rooted in her wet cunt. She grabbed the phone with her right hand and pulled herself back to a sitting position and answered the phone. It was Celene and Meghan didn’t waste any time telling her that our parents were gone for 2 weeks on a cruise. 

Meghan put a fake sad face on and said my parents said no one is allowed to have any friends over while there are gone…… except for you they said you can sleep over if you like!! Then she was quiet for a few minutes while Celene talked. Meghan said yesterday was crazy cool wasn’t it? No he isn’t freaked out … I’m sure… no he doesn’t think you’re a slut… yes I am sure. How am I sure? Well let’s just say that I am in the living room on the couch naked with his big dick leaking cum into my well-fucked pussy! 

Meghan Said Brian we’ve got to talk in private for a moment please excuse me she slowly raised her self and my semi hard prick exited her pussy with a pop! She stood up straight and looked down at her pussy as our mixed juices ran down the inside of her leg’s then took off towards her bathroom. I took that moment to go to the bathroom and shower up and retire to my room for a much needed nap.

I woke up about 3 hrs. later it was 2:15pm and I was starving. I went out to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and what did I see?… a big ole’ sandwich with a note next to it from Meghan. It said Celene and I went to the mall to pick up a few things. Thank you for an awesome morning. Enjoy the sandwich because you are going to need you strength for tonight ….. PS. Celene is sleeping over. Xoxoxo

I decided to do some shopping myself after mowing on that delicious sandwich. I went to GNC and picked up some ginseng, yohimbe, and goto kola to give me the energy I think I will need this evening. Then I went to an adult toy store to pick up a few surprises for the evenings activities. Then I finished off by stopping at the grocery store to pick up a few more things. Just then my cell phone rang. It was Meghan Hey sweetie what’s up? Nothing Much whatcha doin’ right now? Picking up a few things at the grocery store I said . listen can you stay out of the house for a few hours? Sure I can I told her. What ya got planned? With a twinkle in her voice she said you’ll see and then she hung up the phone. Good thing we had one of those electric coolers in the back of the SUV to keep the stuff I got cold.

I got home just as the sun was setting. I opened the front door and saw what they had done there were candles of every shape and size flickering and bouncing everywhere and the sound of soft jazz through out the entire house. There was a note on the rail by the front door that said put the food away and then have a seat on the couch lean back and relax! So I did just that…..

Tell me what you think and I will continue this story.



A Dream Come True



Misty lie in bed, her hand between her long legs with two of her fingers deep in her steaming pussy. She moved them in and out as fast as she could go. Her other hand toyed with her firm breasts and nipples. She needed to cum so bad every inch of her body was on fire. She had only been with one man in her young life and he didn't know the first thing about pleasing a girl.

"Please, cum!" she moaned as her hand began to tire. She'd been fingering herself for close to an hour with no sign on an orgasm. "Oh please, cum, cum!" she moaned again bursting in tears and rolled on her side with her fingers still deep in her lonely pussy. "Why can't I ever cum?" she asked herself looking at the alarm clock next to her bed. "Shit!" she yelled kicking off the satin sheet and headed to the shower.

Later that morning, Misty made her way to the campus job board hoping to find a better job than what she had. Being a waitress at the student center didn't pay enough, she needed a better place to live and more clothes. And she was sick of the boys coming on to her. She wasn't interested in them; she needed a man to please her.

Misty read through all of the same ads, it seemed she was doomed to be a waitress for the rest of her days in college. She was just about to leave when an ad at the very bottom of the board caught her eye.

WANTED:
Female wanted for daily house keeping. Cleaning, laundry, dishes, and dusting. $350 per week. 1750 Oak Dale Drive.

"Oh shit!" Misty gasped with excitement. "That's right down the street from me." She looked at the money again, and thought how much more it paid than the student center. "Damn, I could even move to a better place making that much money." She said taking down the ad. She knew it was against the rules, but this just had to be her job, she didn't want anyone else to see it.

Misty thought of her next class, but the great job filled her mind, "Fuck it! I'm going now, I can't let this slip by!" And off she went to the address. She walked as fast as she could, thinking of some of the things she could buy. 'Maybe a new toy to help my lonely pussy would be nice' she laughed to herself, 'A nice long, fat cock that vibrates would hit the spot.' She giggled feeling her juices begin to flow from her body.

She made her way to the house, it looked like the grass hadn't been cut in a year, and the bushes had never been trimmed at all. Doubt filled her mind as she looked over the house, 'How can they afford to pay so much when they can't even keep up the house?' she asked herself and thought about getting back to her class.

"Hello." A voice called from the house. "Are you here about the job?" a man asked as he opened the front door. "I was beginning to wonder if anyone would come up to knock. Most people see the place and just leave. I was hoping you'd be different." He chuckled warmly walking from the house. He was a big man, way over six-foot tall and must have weighed close to 250 pounds. His gray hair and beard looked like the yard; they hadn't been trimmed for a very long time.

"I was just thinking about it, is all!" Misty lied looking at the tall man and his beard. She walked up to him; she too was a tall person at five-foot eleven inches tall. "So the ad said $350 a week, is that right?" she asked hoping it was.

He smiled at her as he looked at her long, wavy, blonde hair and into her dark, blue eyes, "Yes, and if I like you, I'll make it $400." He smiled when he saw the happy look on her pretty face. "I'm John Towers."

"Oh wow! That would be great. I live in the crapy apartments down the street." She said pointing her finger. "I could move getting paid that much a week. I'm Misty Waters, nice to meet you." She replied holding her hand out.

He laughed and replied, "Now wait, don't plan on moving yet, I haven't even hired you yet." He smiled. "Come in and let me show you around and you can decide if you want the job or not." He added holding the door open for her.

As Misty walked by John, he could smell a faint scent of her perfume and it had been a long time, but he also thought he could smell that she was very aroused. "Are you single Misty?" John stopped. "I'm sorry; I had no business asking that. Someone as beautiful as you must have a man to take care of you." He added looking to the thin white summer blouse that just did cover her large 36 c breasts.

Misty could see his brown eyes gazing at her breasts, for some odd reason it didn't bother her. He was an older man not some little college boy that would cum in his pants, she bet this man knew how to make love to a woman. "It's all right. I'm single, but looking." She replied with a smile seeing him still looking at her chest. She began to feel the fire building deep in her pussy. The fire her fingers could never put out.

"Well, let me show you around. There's really not much to do. Maybe a few dishes, some dusting and some laundry." John said looking to her firm ass covered by a pair of skintight jeans. Her wonderful ass was well rounded and very firm with a deep seductive crevice.

Misty again saw him looking at her; she was getting more turned on by each passing second. He wasn't a bad looking man, he just needed a shave, and haircut and he would turn on any young college girl in heat. Mostly, a poor college girl that had never been able to have an orgasm in her life and prayed that someday she would.

"You keep it up very nice. Why is the outside so bad?" she asked putting her hand on her 36-inch hip. She could see his eyes again roaming over her body, but she didn't care. She was more excited than she had ever been in her life. No man had ever looked at her this way and she loved it.

"I've been hiding from the world for the past ten years and last week decided it was time to get my ass back in gear and get on with living." He smiled a hurt smile. "Someone very close to me died and I blamed myself, but now I know it wasn't my fault." 

Misty watched his eyes as he told her some of his past, she could see that whatever it was it was still in his heart. "Well John, now you have me to help you and beware, I won't let you sit and feel sorry for yourself." She said walking into a room in the back of his house. She looked and saw a big screen TV with two very plush recliners with a table between them. "This is nice!" Misty said looking at the hundreds of movies that were sitting on selves that went as high as the ceiling.

"This is another problem spot for me, if I'm lucky enough to get a woman to look around, they leave when they see this room." John said with a frown. He really liked this girl and she was so fucking pretty, his cock had started to get hard for the first time in years.

Misty gave him a puzzled look, "Just because of some movies? That's bull shit, a guy needs movies to keep things alive." She winked at him as she looked over his massive movie collection. She figured he had tons of porn movies, but most were just action movies. She looked to a glass case hanging on the far wall, there must have been close to three hundred movies inside. "What are these?" Misty asked as she walked to the case.

"This is the problem. I used to make movies a long time ago." He replied knowing the beautiful girl would soon be running out the door. He dearly loved looking at her great breasts, her ass was the best he thought he'd ever seen in his life, and he'd seem many of them.

Misty just looked at him, "Are you kidding? You're a movie star?" she said with excitement in her voice turning to read the titles of the movies.

John Towers, 'Biggest Cock on Earth'

John Towers, in 'Big John Goes to College'

John Towers in 'Every Man's Dream'

John Towers in 'How to Split a Pussy'

Misty knew his name and had seen some of his movies at her Dad's house. She loved seeing how big he was and always wondered what something so big would feel like inside her pussy. Her face had turned red with embarrassment, "This is too cool!" she said looking to him. "I've seen a few of your movies before." She added seeing his eyes between her legs, on her wet and very excited pussy. "I'm a big fan of yours!" she added with excitement in her soft voice.

"So, are you going to run away?" he asked looking up the front of her nice body. He could feel blood rushing into his long cock for the first time in so long.

Misty could feel him taking her top, freeing her firm breasts, "Heck no! I think it's cool." She said with a big smile enjoying him looking at her. She spread her legs just a little, placing her hands on her hips she said, "I'll start in the morning, it might take a few hours the first few times I come over, then it will only take an hour or so each day." She said, again watching his eyes roam all over her body. "One more thing, can I barrow one of those?" she asked pointing to his many movies, feeling her face turn red again. 

John smiled at Misty and replied, "What are you doing watching that kind of shit? How old are you anyhow?" he teased wanting to see her turn red with embarrassment again. 

"I'm 19 I have you know, but the first time I saw you I was only 16." She laughed knowing her face must have looked like a ripe tomato. She could feel the heat between her legs and her fluids running from her pussy to her already wet panties. "I've loved watching you from that day on." She said with embarrassment hoping her pussy hadn't made the front of her jeans wet.

You were only 16! I'm shocked!" he teased her more. "What was a girl that young doing watching a movie of mine?" he asked moving closer to her body. "It may have traumatized you for life." He added feeling the heat coming from her. He could also feel his cock filling with blood again. 

Misty stood her ground; she liked having him this close to her. "One weekend my parents went out of town and I found your movies." She replied feeling his breath going down her thin blouse making her big nipples hard as rocks. 

"I'll let you watch one on one condition." He paused to look at her swelling nipples. "If you tell me what you liked in it and what part turned you on the most." He said looking into her wonderful blue eyes.

Misty thought about what he had said, did she want to tell a man she just met what turned her on or not. Should she just tell him now that she loved seeing his massive cock tearing open a tight pussy or when he came into a woman's mouth and made her gag he shot so much cum? She better wait and pull herself together. She knew that meeting him and seeing one of his movies it was going to be a very frustrating night alone.

"Sure." She said looking at his many movies. "What one did you like the best?" she asked seeing him looking at her ass. He was turning her on so much; she only hoped that tonight she would be able to cum.

John looked to her face; he thought of one movie that he had fucked seven different women. He reached to the self and pulled it down, "This was one of my best. I had fun in it. I got to fu.. do seven girls in this one."

Misty just about came in her panties when John started to say 'fuck'. She loved when a mature man like him would say that word. She knew they knew how to 'fuck' not like the boys in college. 

"Well I'll watch it and let you know." Misty said with a grin and couldn't wait until she could get home to watch him 'fuck'. And to see his massive cock tearing open some young girl's pussy. "Hey, I used to cut hair for some kids in high school, would you like me to cut yours?" she asked hoping he would say yes. She wanted to see him like he was in all of his movies. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen in her life. "One more thing, I'm a big girl, it's all right if you say that word."

John again looked to her heaving breasts and watched her nipples pushing through the thin bra and blouse. "Sure, I was going to go get it done, but if you can that will be even better." he smiled giving her breasts one last good look.

"I'll see you in the morning, about nine OK?" she asked hoping it would be. She would be burning to see him again by that time.

"Whatever you like pretty girl. I'll be here." He said watching her walk towards the door.

2.

Later that night Misty lie on her bed naked as the day she had been born, ready to watch John's movie. Her body was on fire. Juices were all ready running from her pussy and down her slender thighs. Her clit had swollen three times its normal size and throbbed with lust. 

"Oh GOD I hope I cum tonight!" she moaned placing her hand between her legs gripping her wet pussy. "I need to shave; you're getting as hairy as John." Misty giggled as she gently ran her fingers over her swollen clit.

She used her other hand to push 'play' on the remote control. The movie started, there was John driving down a busy city street, looking at some hookers standing on a corner.

"Any of you girls up for a good, hard fuck with a giant cock?" he asked the women as he looked them over. A young one moved to look inside his car. 

"I could use a good hard fuck. How big is your cock?" she asked licking her lips. "I just love it when they're big, long and split my pussy."

"Get in girl." John laughed. "This cock will make all your dreams cum true." He said looking at hers tits just like he had been looking at Misty's all afternoon.

Misty watched with eager eyes ready to see John's massive cock. "This is going to kill me." She moaned slipping two fingers deep into her dripping wet pussy.

John sat on the bed watching the girl undress. She moved to him and began to pull of his pants, freeing the massive cock to fuck her pussy. "Oh my! I bet you're going to tear me in two with this." The girl moaned as she sucked the cock-head into her little mouth.

"Oh shit!" Misty cried out when the head went in the girl's mouth. "I want to do that someday, John." Misty moaned closing her eyes trying to imagine what it would feel like in her mouth. But, she knew where she would want him, deep in her burning pussy, as far as it would go. She kept her eyes closed hearing him moans as the girl sucked his stiff cock.

"I'm ready to fuck a hot pussy." John said pulling the girl on the bed, spreading her legs and moving between them. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never known." John said in the sexy, calm voice that Misty loved hearing. "I'm going to fuck you easy at first, then I'm going to fuck you like the whore you are." Misty watched as he fingered the girl's pussy, making sure that she was wet enough to take him inside her young body.

"Oh John, I'm ready for you." Misty moaned out wishing that it were she under him rather than the girl on her TV. By this time, Misty had four fingers deep in her soaked pussy, pushing them in as far as she could.

John again spoke his magic words, "Want me to fuck you?" he asked the girl under him.

Misty answered for the girl, "Yes!" she cried out as her fingers tried to please her pussy.

"Want this big cock in you?" John asked as he held the massive cock in his hand.

"YES!" Misty screamed out hoping no one had heard her. She kept quiet from then on and answered him in her mind as she watched him please the young girl. Her hand moved in and out of her pussy. She looked down and couldn't believe that her whole hand was inside her body, and it felt so good. Just like a giant cock.

Misty watched as her hand moved in and out of her body and remembered that this was called 'fisting'. There were hundreds of web sites that she had seen, and it had turned her on seeing a man put his hand in a women's pussy so far.

"Oh GOD let me cum!" she cried pushing her hand deeper inside her body. She could feel her tender inner flesh, so soft, warm, and silky. Farther she pushed her hand in, she moaned as her wrist would enter and exit her body. "I want to cum!" Mist cried when she knew that this wasn't even going to help her.

Misty turned on her side, leaving her right hand inside her. Tears ran down her face as she heard John and his words of lust.

3.

The next morning she woke up, her eyes were swollen from crying and her lonely pussy burned move than ever. Her hand was sticky from being inside her body, "Yuck! It was fun last night, but now it's kinda gross." Misty said moving to the shower to rinse off. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm up, then stepped in, "Oh yes!" she moaned as the water hit her swollen nipples, cascading down her stomach, running between her long legs to the spot that needed a man deep inside.

Tears filled her pretty eyes once more, as the need to have a man inside her began to overwhelm her body. Misty fell to her knees, "Please, let me cum just one time!" she cried as the warm water ran across her lonely body. Misty soaped both hands and began to caress her breasts. Gently at first, making sure she gave her nipples the attention they craved.

Her delicate hands moved down her stomach, making tiny circles, lower and lower until her fingers ran over her swollen clit. Her soft moans of lust filled the steamy bath, "Oh yes! John fuck me! Fuck me with your giant cock!" she moaned out as her fingers moved in and out of her very lonely body. Praying that she would get some relief from the constant burning that haunted her young and lonesome pussy.

Tears ran down her wet face, dripping on her beautiful unloved breasts. Breasts that needed loved and cared for. "I hate my life." Misty sobbed out. "Why can't I get a good man to make love to me?" she asked looking up to the heavens, hoping that she would get an answer, but nothing came, just like all the other times she had prayed for a good man in her life.

She sat on her feet enjoying the water running over her exposed body, praying that this misery would be over soon. As the water began to cool, Misty pulled herself from the floor and stepped from the shower, "I guess I better get my ass moving, John will be looking for me."

She gently wrapped in a big fuzzy towel and went to her dresser, "What shall I wear? Do I really want John turned on or do I just want to tease him nice and slow?" she thought to herself for a few seconds, then reached in the top drawer to pull out a see-through white knit blouse. She pulled it over her head, down her chest until it covered her aching nipples.

"Now, what would make this sexy ass and fine looking hips drive a man insane?" she looked through each drawer with care, wanting to find something that would make each of her great curves stand out, mostly the curve between her lonely legs. "Ahhh, here we go!" she moaned when she saw the blue spandex bike shorts she had bought last year. "John, I pity you today, my fine handsome, long cock friend!" Misty giggled pulling on a pair of blue panties.

Misty strolled down the street enjoying the warm sun hitting her face, breasts, and her hurting pussy mound. She ignored the boys driving by and their child-like catcalls to her. She was looking for a man; not some little college boy and she knew where he lived.

As she made her way to John's place she noticed some trucks on the street and in the driveway, "Wonder what's going on?" she asked aloud and saw men working on the neglected yard. "It's about time!" she said as the men stopped to look at her great body. It sent rushes of steaming blood straight between her legs.

'Sorry guy's, this pussy has one man in mind.' She said to herself, knocking on the door.

"COME IN!" Misty heard John yell out. "It's open." He added. 

'GOD I hope I didn't over do it. If he wanted he could rape me with ease.' She thought looking down; she thought she could see a wet spot formed on the front of the spandex shorts. 'Can I really take something so big inside me? Will it hurt me?" she asked herself.

"Hello there!" John said as he opened the door. "Didn't you hear me yell?" he asked looking down her great body. Misty could hear him gasp for air as he looked over every inch of her. "Wow! You are on fire!" He said trying to pull his eyes to her face that's when he saw her red eyes and the enormous bags under them. "Are you all right?" he asked taking her hand, leading her into the house.




A Dream Come True



Misty followed him inside, "Well, I sleep like shit anyhow and I guess I was excited about the job and meeting you." She smiled as he looked over her breasts, stopping to gaze at her rigid nipples seeing them poking through the knit blouse. "So last night I was lucky if I slept five minutes." She said with a frown. How could she tell the truth, she had been in agony all her young life not knowing what it felt like to have an orgasm.

"You poor baby." John said softly reaching to caress the hair from her face that was covering her left eye. "You just take it easy today, hell if you want or need to just curl up on the couch and take a nap." He added taking a quick look between her long legs.

Misty loved having him look at her; it sent chills through her, knowing he was looking at her. "Sure, but I want to cut your hair before I do anything." She said in a soft, loving voice. She wanted to see him the way he had been in his movies. In truth, she really wanted to see his long, thick cock rammed in her to its root.

"You won't go to sleep while you're doing it will you?" he teasingly asked her giving the side of her hip and ass a good looking over. He loved how the meat on her outer thigh looked where it connected to her great ass.

Misty laughed at his words and gently slapped his arm, "NO! I wouldn't do that." She said standing; walking towards him she made sure to put just a touch more sway in her hips. She knew how to turn on a man, but until now, she had never used her talents. "Where do you want it?" she softly whispered in his ear, running her fingers across his ear.

John's eyes grew as big as plates at her words, "What..Um Um.." he stuttered out turning to watch her walk into his kitchen, enjoying her great ass wiggle as she walked. He loved seeing her folds of flesh where her legs and ass connected.

"Where do you want your hair cut, silly man." She giggled like a little girl in love for the first time. "I guess in here will be the best place." She said leaning her firm ass against one of the counters, enjoying its coolness against her burning flesh.

John watched between her legs as she slightly spread them; "You are a very pretty woman." He said looking like he was in a trance. He looked up and down every inch of her hips and ass, wondering what it would be like having her young, alive body under him for a few hours. He hadn't been with a girl as pretty as she in his life. Just the nasty women that were in the porn business and they were all nothing but whores.

"You better stop with all them sweet words of yours." She smiled at him seeing his eyes were still roaming over her hips. "Someone as young as I might take it the wrong way." She teased him, wondering if he would ever pull his eyes from her crotch to look at her face. 

At last, he looked up, seeing that she had been watching him watch her, "Sorry." He said with a red face. "I don't mean to stare, but you are so attractive." He added feeling his cock had almost grown to its full size, he only hoped he looking at her so much wouldn't turn her off.

"It's fine." Misty smiled seeing his cock was hard. "I'm glad you enjoy looking at me." She smiled again and pulled a chair n the middle of the floor, patting it she said, "Sit down, sir so I can begin." She said in a teasing processional voice.

John rushed to the chair, "Oh yes ma'am. Anything you say." He grinned looking up to her breasts, seeing that the tips of her nipples had made it through the knit fabric. 

Misty quickly peeked down too also see her tiny buds pushing through her blouse, but she didn't care. It turned her on so much to know his eyes were glued to them. "How do you want it?" she asked in a sexy little girl kind of voice.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped when he heard her. "You're killing me talking like that." He said looking into her dark, blue eyes trying to imagine being inside her while he looked deeply in them.

"Like what?" Misty softly asked in the same voice. She moved to his side, wrapping a towel around his shoulders, she accidentally pushed her pussy against his arm. "Mmmm, so sorry." She moaned with a look of pleasure on face.

John sucked in a deep breath at the feel of her hot pussy on his arm, "Oh I just bet you are." He laughed reaching around to hug her ass. "OK, you get the $400 a week, now 'please' take it easy on me, I'm an old man." He laughed enjoying the softness of her shorts and her great ass on his hand.

"You are not old!" Misty yelled stepping back to glare at him. "You are a sexy man that could turn on any girl in the world." She said pointing to his face. "I know you sure do turn me.." she stopped and could feel her face turning as red as a tomato. 

John replied, "You turn me on to, Misty. Very much to be a matter of fact young lady." He said smiling at her. "Come on, let's get this done so you can go rest. Maybe the pool will be ready when you wake up." He added reaching his hand out to her.

She trembled at his words. She knew she excited him and now she was sure of it. "There's a pool hidden out there?" she teased him. "I don't have anything to swim in." she frowned thinking how she would love being in the pool with him.

"I can find you a shirt and I think your shorts will be fine. What do you think?" he asked hoping that she would go for his plan. He wanted to hold her so bad. It had been ten years since he had held a woman in his arms and he really wanted to hold her.

Misty thought over at what he had just said, "Sure. I think it will be great." She said trying to imagine being in his arms with his foot long cock resting against her hot pussy. As it gently spread, open her delicate folds of flesh as it began to make its way deep inside her.

"Well great!" he beamed with excitement thinking of Misty in his arms with his long, thick cock deep inside her beautiful, young body.

She began cutting his hair, with each snip of the scissors she inched closer and closer to John until she could feel the heat coming off his body. She bent down to cut a strand of hair and pressed her pussy against his left hand, "OOPS, sorry." She said giving him a sexy wink of her blue eyes.

"It's all right, you can do that anytime." He replied looking straight into her lonely soul and savored the feel of her warm sex on his hand. "I'm right handed if it was ever happen again." He added, gently moving his big fingers over her delicate shorts.


Misty trembled with delight at his soft touch between her legs. It sent chills through every inch of her body. "Ahhh, careful." She slowly pulled from his hand. "I'm really hurting there." She lied, how could she tell him that she was on fire and if he touched her a second more her body would explode.

"I'm sorry. I just ummm. Well, I'm sorry." He said looking up to her like a little boy that had hurt his mother. John would never do anything to hurt this beautiful girl. In just one day, she had help bring him from the coma he had been hiding in the last ten years. From first sight of her, his heart had opened to give Misty all of its love. The only worry that John had was the massive cock between his legs. Not many mature women could take it with out being hurt, how would he make love to this innocent girl.

Misty ran her fingers through his thick hair, "It's all right, I'm just very tender today." She lied to him again and went back to cutting his hair. She loved being this close to him, but today she felt so tired. Plus, her poor pussy was hurting so bad, it had never been this bad ever in her life.

John keep his hands folded in his lap, he wanted nothing more than to touch her all he could, but he didn't want her to be upset or even leave. "When you're done, I think you should go lie in the guest room for awhile, maybe you'll feel better." he said with concern.

"Maybe on the sofa for a few minutes, you're not paying me to sleep; you're paying me to work." She smiled at his kind offer to rest. She knew if she feel asleep, she would only dream of sex and today she was sure to dream of his hand on her aching pussy.


John reached and caressed her smooth ass, "Where ever you like, but you really need to lie down." He said not even thinking of his hand on her soft ass. He gently caressed her left cheek as she snipped off his hair. His big hand roamed around, enjoying the warmth of her body and the feel of the spandex.

Misty loved his hand on her; she began to relax more with each gentle caress. It seemed like his hand was made to fit her ass. Her breathing increased and she could feel wetness forming in her panties. She smiled at John, letting him know that this felt good and she needed more.

John returned Misty's smiled and slowly let his fingers move to the deep crevice in her ass. John felt her suck in a deep breath as he slowly moved his fingers down the sexy opening, moving lower and lower until he could feel her thigh. "You're beautiful!" John moaned, pulling her weak body against his. He felt her young body trembling and his fingers probed deeper into her wonderful, young ass.

Misty lied against his side as his fingers tormented her body. She needed to cum on him so bad she wanted to cry. Her heart pounded as he caressed deeper and deeper into her wonderful ass. She jerked away from him and ran to the sofa, where she curled into a ball and sobbed herself to sleep.

4.

John went on cleaning his house and did a few things in the yard before he decided to check on Misty. He walked into the living room where she was sleeping on the plush sofa. He looked at her as she slept her arms over her head, giving him a great view of her wonderful breasts. One of her long legs rested on the back of the sofa, while the other hung off the side, making a great view between her young legs.

John sat in a recliner opposite of the sofa watched Misty in her restless attempt to sleep and wondered what could be so disturbing to this beautiful girl. 

John hoped he hadn't damaged his growing relationship with her. He had not felt this way about a woman since, Jenna came into his life so long ago. He closed his eyes and drifted back in time…

"Ready on the set!" Tom Collins the director yelled out. He had been directing first class porn movies most of his adult life. When he got the opportunity to direct one of John Towers movies, he knew that would launch him to superstardom. "Let's move it people!" he yelled again. "Someone please go tell John we're ready and get the new girl on the set, please." He added moving to his chair.

John walked from his trailer, wearing his favorite silk robe, "Tom, I don't like going into a scene without knowing who I'm going to be with." John said giving Tom a frown. "This can be hard enough, but when I don't know if I even like the girl it's a real bitch." John added moving to the plush bed.

"John, trust me." Tom smiled, "When you see this girl, you are going to get as hard as a fuck." He laughed turning to see Jenna walking to the set. "John, Meet, Jenna. Jenna, this is John." Tom smiled at them.

John looked up to see one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life. Her warm smile was the first thing he saw. Every white tooth in her mouth could be seen with ease. Her soft green eyes looked like they belonged in a tigress as she looked him over, stopping to look just a bit longer at his hips.

"I can not tell you how happy I am to meet you and I just want to scream when I think of all the things you're going to do to me. I've dreamed of this day from the first time I ever saw you." Jenna said with a big grin on her pretty face. She slipped off her robe, "Do I look all right or do I need to change?" she asked turning slowly around making sure John saw every inch of her.

John looked over her tempting body covered in a small half shirt that just did cover her firm 34c breasts and as he looked down to her 36-inch ass came into view. She had worn a very small pair of white, bikini panties that looked like they would fall of her hips any second. John looked closer and could see her young, bare pussy pressing against the already wet panties.

"Oh yes. You look very good!" was all John could manage to say. He could feel his long cock coming to life under the rode. He had never been this turned on by one of the regular girls. "I'm ready Tom. Let's do it!" John said as he stood up slapping his hands together. He was ready to fuck the holly living shit out of this young girl.

John let his robe fall to the carpeted floor, turning to Jenna he asked; "Does this look all right to you?" he held his cock in his hand and moved it to Jenna's mouth. She sucked him down her silky throat without even a thought. "Oh yes! Why don't you whores learn to suck a man like this?" John pointed to the other girls on the set.

"Fuck you, John! If you didn't have a horse cock, maybe we could suck and fuck you better." Tiffany Marlow yelled back to John as she watched the new girl suck him with ease. She had stringy, bleached blonde hair, her tits were sagging, and she looked like she was close to 50 years old, when in fact she was only 30.

John laughed at her words, "Up yours, Marlow. When I'm in you it feels like I'm fucking air you're so loose." Everyone on the set started laughing at his words; he could even feel Jenna laughing as she kept on sucking his cock.

"FUCK ALL OFF YOU!" Tiffany screamed knocking over a table with food and drinks on it and she stomped off the set.

"John?" Callie Rogers yelled to him. "You didn't mean that about all off us did you?" she frowned as she pushed back her waist long black hair. "I think I suck you pretty good. Don't I?" she asked looking at the young girl that was devouring his massive cock. "She's a fucking animal!" Callie laughed, she couldn't believe how far down the girls' throat John was.

"I'm sorry everybody. I just had to piss that bitch off. I love being with all of you. Especially this girl." He smiled pulling from her mouth. "You better stop. Tom might get mad if you suck me off." He said pulling Jenna to her feet. He gave her a soft hug, "I can't wait to fuck you, girl!" he whispered.

Tom laughed at John, "Whenever you're finished, I'd like to shoot this scene." He gave John a stern look. "Remember, you're a husband, your wife hasn't fucked you in months, you're going to piss, you see your daughter masturbating and you join in."

"Sounds good to me!" John said giving Jenna a wink and thought of being up her tight pussy.

"PLACES. John, Jenna, you ready?" Tom asked his star and very pretty young actress. "OK, action."

John walked down the fake hallway; he heard soft noises coming from a room. He opened the door to look in; he sees a very pretty girl lying on a bed, rubbing her pussy, "You OK sweety?" he asked the girl as he walks to the bed.

"Oh Daddy. My pussy is on fire!" she softly says to John. "Can you help me; I just can't seem to make myself cum." Jenna moaned in a little girl voice.

John couldn't believe this girl and what a sexy voice she had, "My little baby. This should be something that Mommy should show you how to do." He replied to the sexy actress. "Daddy could get in lots of trouble if anyone found out." He added as he reached to caress her very flat stomach.

"Daddy, Please!" Jenna begged him looking up to him with tears in her eyes. "Just help me rub it, Daddy." She pleaded biting her lower lip. Taking hold of his right hand, Jenna guided it between her legs. "YES! YES, DADDY!" she screamed out with passion.

John was in total shook at the talents of this wonderful girl. She even had him thinking it was real. "Oh baby, we mustn't do this." He said trying to pull his hand away, but Jenna held him with all her might.

"No Daddy. I need you!" she cried out as she held his big hand against her soaked pussy. She was on fire and the sooner she got his massive cock in her the better. "Rub it Daddy! Please, please." She begged him thrusting her pussy into his hand.

John began to rub her; moans of delight filled the set. "Is that better? Does Daddy's girl feel better now?" he caressed Jenna, letting his middle finger creep into her moist folds of sex.

Jenna's eyes about popped from her head when John's finger entered her, "Oh Daddy! Yes, yes!" she screamed, this time it was real, not acting. "Make me cum, Daddy. My pussy is on fire!" Jenna moaned knowing it was nearing the time that he would take her. She only hoped she wouldn't orgasm as soon as he entered her.

"Hold on, little girl. All Daddy's like to have their cock sucked before we fuck." He said caressing her face with a smile. All of the movies were add lib, so John got about anything he wanted from his starlets. "Does my little girl know how to suck a big, Daddy cock?"

Jenna tried not to laugh, "Oh Daddy, I don't know how! Will you show me?" she asked in her little girl voice.

"John moved closer to her so his cock was only inches from her face, "You know when you're sleeping or when you're sick?" he said caressing her right breast. "And how you suck your thumb?" he asked pulling the massive cock from his shorts.

Jenna smiled, licking her pink lips, "Like this Daddy?" Jenna slowly sucked her thumb into her mouth, making little moaning sounds as she looked to John. In and out, she gently sucked her thumb, looking at John the entire time.

"Oh yes I think that will do just fine." He replied moving his cock-head to her lips. "Suck your Daddy, then I'll fuck my baby girl." He said gently pushing into her very willing young mouth.

John moaned with pleasure as Jenna sucked him down her throat. Deeper than before and this time she swallowed around his throbbing cock-head. John watched Jenna making love to his cock. Her pretty eyes were closed as she kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of him.

"TOM!" John yelled out. "You better say 'CUT' before she kills me right here." John laughed looking down to his beautiful co-star.

"CUT!" Tom yelled out laughing at John.

5.

Every one on the set began to clap and cheer Jenna. She was the best thing to hit porn movies in years and they all knew it.

"She's great!" Callie said with wide eyes and a stream of pussy juice running down her overweight thighs.

John got off the bed, "Tom. What are you paying her?" John asked the director. 

"Right now its just base, but I'm moving it up to top star! $20 grand for her sweet little ass." He said shaking his head in disbelief. He had made many films, he couldn't ever remember anyone like this, and it was her first time out. "John, I pity you when she fucks you!" Tom laughed, slapped John on the back.

John turned to see Jenna pulling on her robe; he reached to help her. "You are great!" John smiled at Jenna. "Will our other scene be the same way?" John asked hoping like hell it would be. He loved her sexy, teasing voice. He could get hard just thinking about Jenna talking.

"Mmmm, does somebody like that?" Jenna asked as she reached for John's hardening cock. "Are we doing it tonight or in the morning? " she asked as her gentle hand began to pump up and down his long, thick shaft. "If it's in the morning, can we practice it tonight?"

John was in shock; this little beauty wanted him now. Not later, not in the morning, but now. She had made him so hard in the bed scene and he knew that he needed to fuck someone soon. "I think that can be worked out. Want to come to my place?" he asked moving closer to her beautiful body.

Jenna now held his long cock with both hands and had begun to stroke up and down the thick shaft. "Will it hurt, Daddy?" she asked in her seductive little girl voice as she looked to his face.

"You are going to kill me, I can see it coming." John laughed enjoying her delicate hands on his stiff cock. "I think as wet as this sweet pussy is." He slid his right hand between her legs. "You will be just fine, little girl."

Jenna gasped at his touch, "Good Daddy, I don't want my little pussy hurt. It's way special place." Jenna moaned moving her wet pussy against his hand.




A Dream Come True



John stood with a dazed look on his face; he had never had any girl turn him on so bad in has life. "Tom!" John yelled across the set. "Tell everyone to stop, we are doing this scene tonight. No way I'm letting this mood slip by." John said looking to Jenna.

"People! We're doing it tonight, this means overtime!" Tom yelled walking to John. "I'm calling to have a doctor standing by, I think she's going to kill you." He laughed looking to John and then down to see John's cock being pleased by Jenna. "Sometimes you make me sick, John." Tom teased.

John gave Jenna a soft kiss, pulling from her he went to the bed, "I say we pick up right where we left off." He said looking to Tom and then to Jenna. "This is going to be one of the best scenes ever filmed."

Jenna crawled on the bed next to John and whispered, "I can't wait to fuck you. To feel this big, beautiful cock in my pussy." She added cradling John's cock in her soft hands. "My pussy is going to be so stuffed full of it." She softly moaned. "Hurry, Daddy!" she pleaded. "Hurry and fuck my 'baby girl' pussy." She moaned again as she began to dry hump the bed.

"If we're not ready to go in ten seconds, I'm just fucking her and you people are welcome to watch!" John said lying next to Jenna, taking her right nipple into his mouth, he began to gently suck it.

Tom sat in his directors' chair, "Are we ready?" he looked around the set, seeing people running for their places. "ACTION!" he yelled knowing this scene would win every award in the porn business.

"Oh Daddy." Jenna moaned turning over to her back. Spreading her legs wide, "Daddy, fuck my hot 'baby girl' pussy." She begged John looking into his eyes. "My little pussy is on fire."

John got on his knees, ripping off her delicate panties, "All right. Daddy is going to make it all better." he said caressing her face. "I'm going to slid my long cock deep in my baby girl." He whispered kissing Jenna's mouth. "I'm going put it in her real deep, so I can make her feel good." He moaned moving on top of her. "Can Daddy be your 'boyfriend' now?" he asked lining his cock to Jenna's wet pussy.

"Oh yes, Daddy! You have always been my boyfriend." Jenna moaned wrapping her arms around his neck. "Fuck my pussy, Daddy!" she cried out lifting her hips to his stiff cock. "Fuck me!"

John looked to her face, Jenna was the most incredible actress he had ever worked with, "Here goes my love." He moaned pushing his massive cock deep into her young body. John couldn't believe the feel of her insides convulsing around his cock shaft. Her back was arched in delight and her pretty eyes were rolled back into her head as she gasped for air.

"OUCH! OUCH! Pull it out, Daddy! It hurts my tiny pussy!" Jenna screamed out to John, giving him a little wink to let him know that she was only acting. "Please, please! It's killing me, Daddy!" she cried, acting as if she were trying to get out from under him.

John held Jenna by her hips; "No you don't little girl. You wanted Daddy to fuck you, now I'm going to fuck your hot pussy until I fill it full of thick, hot Daddy cum!" he said holding her slender hips and started thrusting in and out of Jenna's tiny pussy. 

"No, no! I'm too young to have cum in me!" Jenna teased as she still acted as if she wanted him out of her body. If anything, she wanted him to fuck her deeper and faster. "Please stop, Daddy!" she teasingly begged him and could feel the heat building deep in her stomach.

John loved Jenna and her wonderful acting talents; she would be a big star in no time at all. "No! I'm going to fuck you until I cum in your belly." John moaned as he used Jenna faster and deeper. "Do you know what cum does to a pretty little girl like you?" John asked Jenna, feeling her hot pussy begin to milk his long, hard cock and knew she would be cuming very soon.

"Oh Daddy! Yes I do!" Jenna moaned wrapping her small arms around his strong neck, knowing it would be just a few seconds until her pussy would be cuming around one of the biggest cocks on earth. "I'll have a real baby! Not a stupid toy!" she moaned out as her tight pussy locked around John.

John stopped when he felt her body tighten on him, "Oh baby! Cum for Daddy. Cum on my big, hard cock!" he moaned out hugging her body as close to him as he could hold her. "Cum on me!" he moaned again, but this time his words were for Jenna, not the camera that watched them.

She looked into his eyes and felt a bond that she had never felt before, "Yes!" she cried out as her body released around John's cock. Her orgasm ran through her body like a raging river. She lost all control, flopping in John's arms like she was having a seizure. 

"Oh My GOD!" was all John could say when his massive cock exploded inside Jenna. He squeezed her body against him as hard as he could. With each blast of cum he injected in Jenna, brought another great orgasm to her. "You're beautiful!" John cried as he fell on her spasming body. It seemed liked their orgasms would never end.

"Oh John!" Jenna moaned holding his face to her heaving breasts. "That was the most incredible feeling I've ever had in my life!" she said grabbing him for a deep, passionate kiss.

"And… cut!" Tom yelled out when Jenna had said John's name. "Wow! You two have just won every award the porn business has to offer." He added trying to hide his very hard cock.

The entire crew broke out in clapping and very loud cheers for John and Jenna.

John and Jenna were married a few weeks later and began to live a dream come true. They continued to make movies together, sometimes two or three a month. Their movies broke sales records that are still standing today.

Until one cold, rainy winter night the dream shattered.

"Do we have anything to eat?" John asked Jenna coughing into his hand. John had a very bad cold and had been under doctor care for over two weeks.

Jenna frowned, "No, you've been so sick; I didn't want to leave you alone." She replied hugging him.

"Shit! I'm finally hungry and we don't have anything." He said caressing her hair. "Want to send out?" he asked knowing what she would say.

Jenna made a face, "Yuck! Pizza, I hate that crap." She laughed at John.

"I'll get dressed and go get us something." John said and started to get out of bed.

Jenna grabbed John by the arm and pulled him back down, "No you don't Mister!" Jenna pointed her finger in his face. "You're not leaving this bed. I'll go get you some soup from the store." She said in a motherly voice and slid from the bed.

John watched her tight, panty-covered ass as she slipped on a skintight pair of jeans. He moaned at her and asked, "Can I get some of that when you get back?" he asked feeling his cock coming to life.

"Oh my GOD yes!" she Jenna purred at his words. They made love five or six times a day, but for the last two weeks nothing. She was on fire. "Can I ride it and call you Daddy?" she asked with pleading eyes.

John smiled at his beautiful wife, no man could ever ask for more, "Only if I can call you, Daughter." He said giving her a tiny wink with his eye.

"Oh fuck!" Jenna moaned grabbing her purse and car keys. "I'll hurry and you be hard! Love you!" she yelled and ran out into the stormy night.

John lied in bed and fell asleep waiting for Jenna to come home.

'DING-DONG!

'DING DONG!'

"SHIT! Did you forget the house key again?" he yelled out laughing at Jenna. She always forgot the key. He pulled himself from the bed and went to open the door. Pulling it open he laughed, "You'd forget your head if it wasn't…" John looked at the policeman standing on his porch.

"Sir, are you John Towers?" one of them asked.

John's heart tensed, "Yes." He said as fear ran through him.

"Sir, is your wife's name Jenna Towers?" the police officers asked with white faces.

John's heart twisted into a knot, "Yes." 

"I'm sorry to tell you this… there has been a very bad accident just down the road." He paused and stepped to John. "Your wife was killed."

John's heart broke like a twig that had been drying in the summer sun, he feel to his knees and wept like a baby.

6.

John jumped from his thoughts of the past, wiping tears from his eyes he looked to see his long cock at full hardness for the first time in so many years. He shook his head trying to clear the thoughts of Jenna. Even thinking of that last night with her made him hard.

"Damn!" he whispered and moving to the bar to fix himself a nice stiff drink. He gulped down a big drink, "That's what I needed after that dream." He said looking to Misty. She had turned on her stomach; John couldn't help looking at her great ass. "My GOD!" he gasped looking at her. "I hope you want me as bad as I want you." He added, reaching to make Misty a drink.

It was after midnight, she had been asleep since early afternoon. John took both glasses and moved to sit on the floor next to Misty. He couldn't help looking at her. She was a very attractive woman and would be a dream come true for any man.

"Misty." John whispered in her ear. She didn't move a muscle. "Sweety, it's time to get up so I can walk you home." He added looking to her inviting neck, wondering if she liked to have, it kissed.

"No!" Misty cried. "I don't want to be alone anymore." She sobbed hugging John to her firm breasts.

He reached to return her loving hug; his hand began to caress the ass he had been admiring. "You don't have to be alone anymore." He said as he slowly moved his hand around her great ass. He could feel her relaxing, just like she had early that day.

Tiny moans came from deep within Misty's body. She moved closer to him as his fingers found the deep crevice between her cheeks. "It feels so good! Don't ever stop!" Misty whispered turning to give John full access to explore her.

"I won't baby!" he whispered softly in her ear as he began to place tiny kisses on it. "You are burning up." He whispered moving to kiss her neck.

"I'm so hot." Misty moaned and pulling her blouse over her head tossing it to the floor. "Pull my shorts off for me." She said lifting her hips.

John reached to pull off the bike shorts, leaving Misty in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. "Is this better?" he asked kissing her shoulders and moving his hand back to her ass.

"Yes!" Misty gasped turning to look at John. "Will you love me?" she asked putting out her lower lips and began to sob.

It broke John's heart to see her cry; he pulled her from the sofa and on his lap. "Don't cry." He said rocking her in his arms. "I'll love you forever!" he kissed her lips.

"Take me to your bed. I want to feel you deep inside me." Misty whispered caressing his hair. "Every since I turned into a lady, my insides have been on fire." She sniffed back a tear. "The only man I was with didn't do a think for me." She sniffed again. "And, anything I try to do for myself never helps?" she began to cry harder.

John tried not to cry as Misty sobbed in his arms, "Baby, I'll love you." He stood up, holding her in his arms, taking her to his room. John gently laid Misty on his bed, "You relax my princess, I'll make you feel better." he softly said pulling down his jeans.

Misty gasped when she saw the monster she had invited into her body. It looked twice the size as it did in John's movies. As Misty watched it pulse with blood, growing bigger by the second. She knew she needed the giant cock in her body.

Misty's breasts heaved with excitement, thinking of the pleasures John was going to give her, "Hurry! I need you to fill me with that." She moaned reaching for his long cock, pulling it to her waiting, young mouth. She sucked the large head into her mouth, gently teasing it with the tip of her hot tongue.

"Oh yes!" John moaned out. "Misty you are wonderful." He watched as she pleased his cock. 

Her pretty eyes also watched as she moved it in and out of her mouth. Her dreams of having a giant man to please her were coming true. She pulled from him, "I'm ready!" she panted lying on her back. "Take me, John. End my sleepless nights." Misty begged him with all of her lonely heart.

John looked at Misty's beautiful body; "Yes!" he moaned climbing on top of her. "I've waited so long for you to come into my life." He said kissing her lips. "Tonight I dreamt the last time of my past. From this moment on, I'll only think of you." He said with tears running down his face as he gently inserted his cock in Misty.

"Oh my GOD!" Misty screamed out with pleasure. John's massive cock drove deep into her tiny pussy, for the first pleasing every part of her. "Talk like in your movies." Misty purred as her inside welcomed John inside. It was just like a lost part of her had been found.

John smiled at his new lover, "Does my little girl like my cock?" he asked Misty.

"Oh yes!" Misty cried out with joy.

"Want me to fuck you with it?" he asked moving it slowly in and out of her young body. John loved the feel of her muscles trying to hold him deep in her; it felt like a hand was holding him.

"Yes! Yes!" Misty moaned enjoying the feel of him touching places that had burned so deep in her. She squeezed her tight muscles as hard as she could; she never wanted him to leave her body.

John moaned at her powers over his cock, "I'm going to shoot ten years of cum up your hot, sexy pussy." He cried out. "Do you want my cum in you? Swimming all around in you, giving you the chance to have our baby?"

Misty smiled at his words. It was a good possibility since she wasn't on the pill and he didn't have on a condom. "Will you still fuck me when my belly is all swollen up?" she asked pushing her slender hips to meet his cock. "Would you like sucking the warm milk from my body?" she smiled up at him.

"Oh yes! I'll fuck my girl even more." He said thrusting in her faster and with more force.

Misty stopped; something was rushing through her body. Something was taking over her, OH MY GOD!" Misty screamed as loud as she could. Her first orgasm in her life had at last came. "GO! GO! JOHN! OH MY GOD!" her fingernails dug into his back as her orgasm rushed through her.

"Go baby, cum, cum!" John whispered in her beautiful ear. "Cum on me, it's been so long." He held her spasming body to his. "MISTY! OH MISTY!" John called out to the beautiful girl under him. His cock released so hard, he thought he was dying. 

Misty hugged him; "It's so hot!" she giggled as he filled her pussy with cum. "Fill my pussy, handsome. Give me your son. Make him strong like you and give him a giant cock just like yours."

"Yes, yes!" John moaned, as the two feel asleep in each other's arms.



A Dream Come True



I'd met Joan at a company function and we had formed a friendship in the subsequent weeks of casual dating. We had a mutual interest in art and the theater and enjoyed going out together. Although she was a very attractive lady there was nothing in our relationship other than the good night peck on the cheek as we left each other to catch our separate transport home. 

A photographic display was scheduled for the local gallery, of black and white artistic classic poses, no details given of the nature of the pictures. It was with intrigue that we approached the gallery, having met at our usual coffee bar. There was no queue, but, what was unusual was the attendant at the door. We had to provide evidence of being over the age of twenty one and would be admitted as a couple, this was made obvious, when a single male and then a single lady were denied admission whilst we were providing the requested data.

It seemed unusual but we went inside to find the area main lights off and only strategic spot lighting on, we seemed to be the only ones in the gallery until we realized that all patrons were being carefully segregated from each other by turnstile gates. We followed the floor signs to the first turnstile and then the alcove which was vacant.

A glance at the picture made me start with embarrassment as the picture revealed a semi naked couple in a very compromising pose, I heard Joan's sharp intake of breath at the sight of the sexually explicit nature of the photograph, I turned to say maybe we had made a mistake and should leave the exhibition, but seeing the open mouthed look of lust on Joan's face I hesitated. She turned to me and asked if I was turned on by the picture, when I affirmed that the picture intrigued me to some extent she took my hand, something she had not done before, and suggested we explore some more. Having made this decision we preceded to view the rest of the pictures. By the time we had finished I had an erection that was difficult to conceal and by the flushed look on Joan's face she was excited by the whole display.

Emerging into the night air we decided that a coffee was in order and proceeded to our normal venue. Having secured our usual booth, which not only gave a degree of privacy from being overheard but also from being seen by the other patrons. Joan was the first to raise the subject of what we had just been exposed to, how sexually arousing she had found it all and that I seemed to be similarly affected given the physical signs I had shown. I blushed and admitted that all the scenes had been to my liking but normal people seldom had the opportunity to indulge in such practices.

Then to my delight Joan said that she indulged in the privacy of her flat, to many of the things we had seen, but not of course to the joint activities that some pictures had portrayed, due to the a lack of a suitable partner. It was my turn to admit to some of the delights that we had enjoyed viewing together and broached the idea that we could maybe indulge ourselves. Joan looked away and I thought I'd gone to far, but she looked sideways at me and from under her long lashes gave me a look that thrilled me to the core, so full of sexual fervor was it. She asked whether I had any of the things that we had observed in use, I said that I owned a collection of the male items plus some mutual bits and pieces. 

We arranged to meet on the Saturday and would then go to Joan's flat which was self contained as she thought we would be better off than at my rented rooms, and a nosy land lord i the offing. During the next few days I purchased what I considered expendable items for our projected session. Having placed my items and contributions in an overnight bag I caught the train and was soon knocking on the door to Joan's apartment. She must have been watching as I had hardly knocked when the door opened and she was letting me in, the light from the hallway was behind her and she was in silhouette but I could see she was dressed for the occasion already, something I'd not been able to do traveling by train as I had.

Following Joan to the lounge I admired her figure, showing to advantage, as the pale blue dress she wore rippled as she walked and making that beautiful swishing sound that is such a feature of the material from which the dress was fabricated. She took my bag from me and suggested that I shower, change into the robe I would find in the bathroom, then join her in the bedroom. Proceeding to the bathroom I found a gorgeous robe behind the door I could hardly wait to feel the caress of the material on my bare flesh but with a degree of control I undressed and showered, dried and powdered my self well, then donned the robe and found my way to Joan's bedroom.

The room more than met my expectations and I realized then that Joan was indeed of the same mind as I, something that I had long thought to be not possible. She was reclining on the shinny surface of the bed gently caressing her breast through the sensuous dress that she still wore, I could see her nipples erect under the fingers of her hand. Joining her on the bed I took her in my arms, my hands replaced hers on her breasts and she fondled me through the robe she had provided. Her arousal continued and she pushed my hand down below her waist, easing the dress above her thighs my hand encountered a pair of directoire knickers in the same glorious material that we now knew thrilled us both. 

As I gently massaged her through the delicate material she used her hand to stroked me through the robe, the erection produced with this treatment was soon on the verge of ejaculation, placing my hand on hers I suggested that rather than make a mess we relieve the tension and then we could enjoy what we could now do together in line with the photographs we had seen.

Placing a condom on my penis I proceeded to masturbate, Joan was rubbing her vagina, we watched each other as we climaxed almost in unison. Joan said she wanted to try out the fourth pose we had seen. I removed the robe and stood naked whilst Joan removed the condom and cleaned me with a tissue. 

Holding a pair of latex panties out to me she helped me into them adjusting the lubricated penile sheathe around my member and pulled them up my waist, the rubber skirt was easy as I stepped into it as it just sat around my waist, the blouse was a good fit as she pulled it over my head and helped my arms into the sleeves. She caressed my nipples and stroked my bottom, she put on a pair of elbow length latex gloves looking me in the eye as she did and licking her lips all the while. Still standing before me she took off the latex gown and replaced the rubber knickers with a pair that had a phallus attached, she pulled these up her lower legs and to mid thigh, then lubricated the inward extension of the phallus prior to inserting it into her vagina. 

With more lubricant she pushed the built-in dildo into her bottom, she made the flesh colored latex panties secure around her waist. As we stood before each other from the neck down we had changed gender, Joan looking like a young man but for her firm and rounded breasts and me a slight young woman due to the lack of mammary development 

She turned me round and made me bend over but I could still see us both in the mirrors placed on each wall, picking up the hem of the rubber skirt she eased my latex panties down to expose my bottom, the cool touch of her latex clad fingers and the KY jelly sent a thrill through me. The fingers gently probed my rectum and lubricated me thoroughly, standing back, she lubricated the phallus and rubbed it in the crease of my bottom. A judicious thrust put it past my sphincter and due to the downward curved design engaged my prostate. 

Joan proceeded to slowly push in and draw out, as we established a rhythm the speed increasing as we became more adept, with every forward thrust my sheathed and lubricated penis rubbed on the rubber of the skirt I was wearing. Soon I was on the cusp of enjoyment and Joan slowed the action to prolong the pleasure so successfully that it was another twenty minutes before I had a massive ejaculation induced only with only the stimulation of my bottom. She explained that she had always wanted to do that to a male dressed as a female, the enjoyment enhanced by the thrill obtained by the two inserts in her own body. 

We paused and sat on the rubber sheeted bed, me to remove the skirt and blouse and Joan to take off her special panties. Having placed the panties on the bedside table she rolled onto her back, drew her legs up to expose her vagina to me and requested normal coitus with my still rubber sheathed penis. After bringing myself up between her legs I put the pair of latex gloves on my hands and the condom on my already rubber covered penis she handed to me, and proceeded to fondle her labia and then clitoris. Soon Joan was handling my sheathed member and brought the tip to her vagina and helped me to enter her, my hands moved up to her nipples and pinched and massaged them at her bidding. 

On request I began slow gentle thrust and withdrawal motions, soon however she was asking for a greater thrust and movement. I obliged and the pleasant feeling in my penis increased but due to the double covering of rubber the sensitivity was reduced and enabled me to continue until with multiple climax Joan begged me to stop. My own climax was held in delay but I still had the pre-ejaculation sensation in my loins. After resting for a moment Joan started to rub my penis with long firm strokes, being slippery from both the KY jelly and her own natural juices her hands slipped nicely over my member, it was not long before semen was spraying into the sheathe as I climaxed. 

Getting up we both went to the shower, standing there together I removed my latex panties and we soaped and washed each other. Drying off and powdering each other Joan provided a latex bath robe for each of us before we went into the dining room to sit down to the cold collation she had prepared earlier. 

Our conversation revolved around the fetish that we both had for rubber and latex and the origins we thought had started the desire. Joan traced hers to child hood when she was put into rubber pants because of a bed wetting problem which was cured by the age of eight but she continued to secretly wear the panties which gave her a sense of security. Reaching puberty this became confused with her emerging sexuality until the two were joined in her mind and sexual pleasure was enhanced with the use of latex.

The only time she had tried to explain the need for this material to any one, he had laughed at her and made jokes about wetting the bed, the closest she could then come to its use was with the mandatory condom she insisted be used. Even when she masturbated any of her partners she used a condom and latex gloves just to feel the soft rubber in her hands. My addiction to mackintosh was an early association with a rubber coat sheet and having had my diapers changed while face down on my nurses rubber apron on her lap.

This was reinforced when my nurse found me cuddling up to the rubber sheet in my cot and she used the sheet to rub my penis. This made me feel nice and drop off to sleep, this stopped when, I believe, my Mother found out what was going on and the nurse left. her replacement thought I was a dirty little boy, having I suppose, been told of the action of my previous nurse. This attitude led me to be very careful of telling anyone of the fetish in later life, having tried a couple of times my dates gave me a funny look and we soon went our separate ways.



A Dream Come True



Darnell was soon to be home alone Kim was heading out to run some errands she had told him she might be gone most of the afternoon he knew exactly where she was going well almost everywhere but there was one stop that Kim was determined to make and make it a surprise for him, she kissed him softly and passionately.

“You be a good boy now and I will have a little surprise for you when I get home.” She whispered in his ear nibbling on it gently.

“Oh really?” he asked 

“Oh you bet my baby, I will show you when I get home.” She replied as she was walking out the door.

As she walks out the door, he hands her his cell phone, he didn’t like her to go out alone without it, he just watched her, the way she walks the way her body moves, the way her long hair flows ever so delicately over her shoulders, (he couldn’t help but think about that very first time he ever laid eyes on her, that day at the airport, as he walked out of the terminal, although he couldn’t immediately see her, he knew she was there for he could smell that wonderful scent of her perfume that he loved so much, it didn’t take him long to find her she was right in front of him, as he spotted her for the very first time he remembers just standing there looking at her, in her white sweater and her black jeans, her hair was up, oh god how he couldn’t wait to let her hair down, he wanted so badly to see it, for he had remembered all the times that she had told him that when she put her hair up it always went up wet, and even though the rest of her hair would dry, the hair in the bun would remain wet, he remembered the first time she touched him, the first words she said to him, the way she said “Welcome home daddy.” In her soft sexy little voice.”)

He didn’t want her to leave he just wanted to walk out to her wrap his arms around her and spend the afternoon alone with her, she is everything he could ever want and as they had spent months apart, he dreads every moment that she is away from him just as she does.

She proceeds down town to run the errands that she had to accomplish, making one last stop, stopping at his favorite little store, there was an outfit in there that he had been eyeing and the last time they were in there together he told her just how he would love to see her in something like that although he wasn’t quite sure just what he would do if he ever did.

Well don’t you know Kim remembers all these little comments that Darnell likes to make, she wanted so badly to make him smile and she wanted to see just what he would do yet in another way all she could picture was him seeing her in it for the first time and seeing the very sexy dominant side of him come out, oh how he drives her crazy when he gets like that with her, what she loves most is that he knows how to control those sides, (the side of him that loves her, protects her, respects her and is with her every day, and the side of him that comes out when she works him into a dominant mood, ( the one that again loves her, and protects her and respects her yet in a very sexy dominant way gets her submission and controls her with his gorgeous hazel eyes, with his voice and with his body). 

At that very moment as she stood waiting to check out the outfit she had bought she found herself in a daydream, (she needed that, she needed him to control her, to take her and make her beg, and plead and scream for more, she needed for him to take her as fast and as hard as he possibly could she needed to feel him as deep inside her in any way physically possible) she quickly pulled herself out of her day dream when she found her hand slowly working it’s way between her legs, just then his phone rang, looking at the ID she knew it was him.

“I love you my baby girl, when are you coming home I miss you.” He says in his soft sexy tone.

She couldn’t help but smile as he said those words to her.

“I miss you too I will be home in a little bit, I won’t be long I promise.” She replies.

She knew at that point it was time to get out of there, she needed to get back home to the man that she loves so much.

When she arrived back home she quietly walks in the house, the T.V. was on yet she couldn’t find Darnell, as she slowly walks down the hall looking into their room she found him, sleeping ever so peacefully on the bed, all curled up with her pillow, wearing nothing but those sexy blue satin boxers she had bought him, she knew he was missing her and right there with him was just where she needed to be.

Very quietly she puts down the package that she had bought, slipping out of her jeans and sweatshirt, leaving on only her satin bra and thong set that he absolutely loves gently she lays on the bed beside him, leaning into him she kisses him ever so softly on his shoulder.

“I’m home baby, I love you.” She whispers softly, as she wraps her arm around him.

Slowly she feels him snuggle in closer to her, resting his head now on her breasts gently she slides her fingers into his hair, running them through it ever so gently.

“That’s right baby, mommies right here.”

Softly he moaned a couple times almost in a soft sexy sort of whine as he nestled into her chest like a baby would at that point she knew he was content.

“I miss you so much every minute that I have to be away from you, I love you more than you may ever truly know.” She whispered as she drifted off to sleep, feeling and listening to him breathe.

A little while later she awakens to the feeling of him sucking on her nipple ever so gently, she had no idea that he had even unhooked the hook on the front of her bra, when she looked at him he had what looked like apparently drifted back off to sleep but she was curious to know.

“You enjoy that don’t you baby?” she asks softly as she stroked the back of his hair gently.

He didn’t answer in a word, he just moaned softly in agreement, as his head moves ever so slowly taking her other nipple into his mouth his hand comes to rest on the other breast massaging it gently, she moans softly gripping onto the back of his hair as her back arches.

Stopping for a moment he looks up at her, smiling the sexiest smile, she could see all the love and desire in his eyes as she lightly ran the backs of her fingers over his cheek.

“It’s ok mommy, just relax for me, let me take your body to a whole new world with me, and you know I can.” 

“Oh god yes I know, no one knows that better than me, but before you do there’s a little surprise that I promised you but you have to close your eyes until I tell you to open them.” She whispers softly.

“Ok I think I can do that, although taking my eyes off you isn’t going to be easy.” He replies.

“I know baby I know, but it’s only for a minute I promise.” 

He closes his eyes as she gets off the bed, taking her little package into the bathroom with her as she closes the door, she changes into the outfit that she had bought, getting herself together she even proceeded to wet her hair down.

“Don’t open your eyes baby.” She says as she walks out of the bathroom.

Walking over in front of him, wearing the baby blue satin crotchless body suit that he had so badly wanted to see her in, she leans in kissing ever so softly at his ear.

“Open your eyes daddy.” She whispers in her sexy little voice.

Opening his eyes the look on his face was priceless as he just sat there staring at her, almost like he was in shock.

“What’s the matter daddy?” she asks.

“Jesus baby girl, do you have any idea how many times I have dreamt about you wearing that very outfit, oh my god you are such a naughty girl aren’t you?” 

“Oh yes I am; now the question is what is my daddy going to do about my being so naughty?”

He stands up with her, taking her into his arms, his hand working its way into the back of her hair, taking a handful of it into his hand he pulls her head back, making her look at him.

“What am I going to do about it? Is that what I heard you ask me?”

“Oh yes that’s exactly what I asked you, what are you going to do about it daddy?” she answers, in her what he likes to call her little smart-ass sort of tone.

“First things first, daddy is going to feel every inch of your body in this outfit, then your going to get on that bed, and then your mine, you want to be naughty and tease your daddy, and backtalk me, oh yeah baby your mine, Don’t you move till I tell you to, do you understand me.”

“I am a good girl daddy I won’t move.”

Slowly he runs his hands from her shoulders, down her arms, ever so slowly down her sides, over onto her breasts, over her belly, over her hips over her ass, slipping his hands between her legs, pushing her legs apart slightly as her pussy was exposed to him, he ran his tongue over her pussy lips, her body shutters lightly, he looked up at her with the most domineering look in his eyes glaring at her, it was a look that she hadn’t seen before.

“You are a very bad girl, daddy told you not to move didn’t he?” he asks in a very sharp tone.

“I am sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to move.”

“That’s not going to work with me this time, daddy told you not to move and you couldn’t or just chose not to obey, now daddies going to have to punish you, I am telling you right now I don’t care just how wet I am about to make you, you had better not cum until I tell you to, and because you were such a bad girl daddies now going to make sure that you cannot move.”

Taking her to the bottom of the bed, taking his handcuffs out of the box under the bed, he handcuffs her hands to the posts of the bed above her head, spreading her legs as far apart as he possibly could without hurting her he handcuffs her ankles as well, settling himself in between her legs he begins to devour her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it, he slips two fingers as deep inside her pussy as he possibly could, working his fingers in and out of her at quite the rapid pace as he sucked harder and faster on her clit.

Her soft moans now turn to screams as she knew she was so close, yet she remembered what he had told her, she fought so hard to hold it back, until he started to play at her rose bud, sliding a finger deep inside her, her body began to shake, he knew she couldn’t hold it back much longer.

“Cum for me now baby!!!” he commanded in a very sharp yet loving tone.

That was all she needed to hear, as she ground her pussy against his mouth, releasing all the juices that she had been holding back, he stayed there for a few moments enjoying what she had just released to him.

“That’s my good girl, you do know how to obey don’t you?” he asks.

“Yes I do.” She replies knowing that he would now figure out that she had done it on purpose.

“Well let’s see just how well you can behave.” He states as he stands in front of her releasing her hands and ankles.

Spinning her around he bends her over the bottom of the bed, once again handcuffing her hands and ankles back to the posts of the bed.

Standing on the side of the bed in front of her, he opens his jeans, lowering them stepping out of them ever so slowly, teasing her, stroking his manhood slowly, he could see it in her eyes, just how much she wanted him, as she runs her tongue over her teeth.

“You want daddies cock don’t you bad girl?”

“Well you’re going to be daddies good girl and suck daddies cock and do it now.” He commands as he slides his body onto the bed in front of her.

Placing his hands on the back of her head, he gently pushes her head down, as she opens her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, she runs her tongue over the head of his cock, his body jumps as he pushes his cock deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as he began to fuck her pretty little mouth, faster and deeper he fucked her mouth, knowing she couldn’t get away, her moans grew louder as she sucked him harder, his moans grew in intensity his head threw back.


“That’s right my good girl, get to the center of daddies tootsie pop daddies got a wonderful surprise in there for you.” He lets out in a scream.

The grip on her head got tighter as she could feel his cock hardening, his balls tightening as they slapped against her chin, his moans turned now into screams, instantly he grabbed onto the base of his cock squeezing it stopping what was about to happen.

Getting off the bed, he gets in behind her, in one swift motion, he buries his hardened, bulging, throbbing mass deep inside her very wet pussy, as deep as he possibly could, fucking her pussy as hard and fast as he possibly could.

His head threw back one last time as she lets out with one hell of a scream he releases all his love juices deep inside her, she could feel his cock pulsing inside her, when the pulsing subsided, he pulled it out of her once again getting back on the bed in front of her, as she wraps her lips around it one last time, cleaning him up completely.

In an instant she started to cry, he gets off the bed, releasing her hands and ankles, taking her into his arms holding her close to him, as her body began to settle.

“It’s alright baby I am right here.” He whispers in her ear.

“I know daddy, but now my question is this, what else can I possibly do to make this happen again? I love you daddy!!!”



A Dream Come True



I never really thought I'd actually find the kind of relationship I wanted, the kind I felt I needed. Sometimes though, just when you're ready to give up, everything works out. That's the way I feel right now. I just completed my first weekend as a slave to the perfect Woman. I've been searching for the right fit on the internet for a while now. I liked being able to stay hidden until I found what I was looking for, but now that I have a part of me wants to scream it to the entire world. I have to admit, this whole thing scared me as much as it excited me. I trolled the BDSM personals on a few sites, left a ton of messages and emails for Women who seemed like they might be right. Most of the responses I got just weren't what I was looking for though. Then finally I received this email:

Dear pet,

I am not one of those Women who wants to spend Her days beating the crap out of some stupid man who gets turned on by it. I desire a slave. I desire a man who understands that I am superior to him in every way. I want a doting, pathetic, slaveboy who feels lost without My approval. I don't want to have to beat your ass to make you obey, I want a slave who is deeply hurt anytime he fails to please Me and will do anything to correct his poor behavior and please Me better the next time. I want a slave who's every thought is of Me and how to make Me happy. My slave will understand that My pleasure is his greatest reward. he will learn that his greatest pleasure is Mine. he will follow me like a puppydog, he will be moved to tears sometimes just looking upon Me, he will adore Me in every way, in his eyes I am perfect. Interested?

Mistress Samantha

I was blown away. In one simple paragraph she had described exactly what I wanted and needed in a Mistress. So I wrote back and we began to send emails back and forth. After a few exchanges we began talking on the phone. It was at that time, she asked me if I would like to start a bit of training to prepare myself for her? I eagerly accepted the offer. She put me on a bathroom schedule. I was given specific times of the day when I was allowed to go with no exceptions unless I called her for permission. And I was never allowed to pee standing up for some reason. She also had me begin keeping a journal, I had to detail everything I did during the day...and I mean everything. I had to get permission as to what clothes I wore and had to have my schedule approved by her. She also strictly forbade any masturbation. As she explained, it was Her cock and i could never use it without Her permission. I never wanted to more, than when I felt her control over me, but I was so proud of myself for not doing it. I was like a little boy who did something to please a parent, showing that he was growing up a little bit. I know it sounds silly, but obeying her made me stronger and prouder than I'd ever been.

After a month of this training, Mistress Samantha finally agreed to meet me. She allowed me to travel to her and stay with her for one weekend, as her slave. No promises, no commitments outside of this one weekend. For this weekend, I was her property, if I was strong enough to accept my place, on my knees, face to the floor before her. I was in such a rush to get to her I got a speeding ticket, and could have gotten several. 

Mistress had a house about two hours from where I lived. She was in a rural area. She gave me directions as to how to get there and what to do when I arrived. I followed them each precisely. When I reached her long, winding driveway, I pulled in just far enough to be off of the street and got out. I took all of my clothes off except for the Women's panties she'd instructed me to buy for myself. Then I got down on all fours and began to crawl. The driveway wasn't paved and the stones cut into my knees and hands, but I was oblivious. I crawled on as fast as I could. As I approached the house I saw the doghouse out front just as she had described it. There was a pole there with a chain attached to it and as per my instructions I crawled to it and fastened the collar to my neck, binding myself to the pole. Then I took the panties off and put them over my face. As Mistress had instructed, I had gotten a pair that I could not see through. And then I waited. I waited for hours it seemed until she finally came for me.

She took the chain off of the pole and led me away without a word. I guess the only reason I actually knew it was her was because she told me that it would happen this way. She didn't say a word. I could smell her though, there was a soft and subtle scent of strawberry in the air. I didn't know if it was a shampoo or a lotion or a perfume, but it was intoxicating. She clapped once to indicate that we were at the stairs, like she had told me she would, and I crawled up the stairs to her porch. Once there she brought me around and I heard her sit down on a what I assumed was a porch swing. I heard a shoe drop the ground and immediately felt her parting my mouth with her big toe. I took it into my mouth greedily. I'll always remember the taste of her foot that first time. It was midday and her foot had obviously done some sweating inside her shoe. I could smell it as well. Everyone has smelled a sweaty foot at some time in their life and I don't know many people who consider it a pleasant smell, but in this moment I did. The smell of her foot was amazing. I loved it and savored it. It was her scent and for that reason alone, it was beautiful. The taste was equally incredible. Salty and warm, it tasted like nothing I'd ever had before and I quickly found it to be the most delectable thing I'd ever had in my mouth. I sucked and licked eagerly and I heard her softly purring. The sound of her pleasure only intensified the incredible taste and smell I was already experiencing. My---oops, I mean, her cock, was as hard and engorged as it had ever been. I think she must have seen this because she laughed, a quick wicked little laugh. Then, she abruptly removed her toe from my wanting mouth. I knelt there, on all fours, mouth open, hoping that she'd give me more, but she didn't. She began rubbing her foot over my face, and then, finally, she spoke to me.

"Welcome slave," her voice was musical and warmed my ears. "You've been a good boy and followed my directions precisely. That pleases me. I can also see by your reaction how much you truly enjoyed worshipping my toe. That pleases me as well. Have you memorized the greeting I emailed you, pet?" she asked.

I nodded my head yes.

"Good," she whispered, "let's hear it then."

I proudly began,"Greetings, Perfect Mistress Samantha, i am honored, but undeserving to be here in your presence. You are perfect in every way and I am lower than the dirt on your beautiful and perfect feet. I present myself to you and beg that you accept me as your slave. My only want is to please you, my only need is to serve you. I beg you to allow me the opportunity to obey your every wish and command. I beg you to take me as your slave."

"Hmmmm," she purred, "good boy, I am very pleased indeed." I could hear her as she stood up then. "I will accept you as my slave boy. This weekend, you are my property, I own you. You're entire existence is serving me, pleasing me, obeying me." With that, slowly paced around me and upon reaching the point in front of me again she took my--um, her cock between her toes and giggled. "Tell me slave, what did you think of the picture I sent you of your Mistress Samantha?"

Mistress had sent me a face pic via email a few weeks earlier and I'd been haunted by her beautiful, mysterious eyes ever since. "I think you are beautiful, Mistress Samantha." I replied.

"Good boy," she responded, "in fact, to your eyes, I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. From this day forward, your definition of the word beautiful is what you are about to see, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Samantha," I replied. And with that she removed the panties from my face and I saw her for the first time. As soon as I saw her I knew that she had been right, but it amazed me that it was true. All my life I had dated women who were model-like. Whenever I'd walked into a room with a date, everyone noticed her. By my former standards, Mistress Samantha would have been average, but I knew, in that first instant I saw her that she was, in fact, my new definition of perfect. She was curvy and even a bit heavy. She was wearing a form fitting little black dress that accentuated every bit of her.

She had questioned me in an email about the kinds of women I had dated and knew what they looked like, knew what kind of woman I was normally attracted to, so I think she was especially pleased to see the look of awe and wonder that came over my face when I was allowed to look at her. If I had spent the rest of my life, kneeling there before her, looking up at her, I would have been happy.

"Well?" She questioned.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever, or will ever see Mistress Samantha. I am unworthy of the great honor of looking at you my Lady." I replied. She stood before me then petted me on the head the way you'd pet a dog.

"You're going to do just fine my pet," she said.

The weekend was a blur. Even now, driving home I'm having trouble remembering everything. I feel like I've lived a lifetime in these past few days. Mistress Samantha taught me the proper way to worship her body. I learned how to massage her, how to tend to her feet, how to eat her sweet and perfect pussy for hours on end. She treated me somewhat like an animal. I was fed from a bowl on the ground and drank from a water bowl as well. When I went to the bathroom I was let outside and pointed to an area where I was allowed to go. At one point, after a long day, Mistress Samantha took off her socks, rolled one up into a ball and repeatedly threw it and had me fetch. Then when she was tired she put me in a corner with the other dirty sock and let me lick it and chew it and play with it. A few days earlier I was a man, but in her presence I'd been reduced to this slave creature who was literally honored to be allowed to play with her dirty socks.

I learned how to give Mistress a bath the way she liked it. I learned how to cook for her and how to serve her meals. Her cock was at attention for what seemed to be the entire weekend. She used it on one occasion and I'm proud to say I had the great honor of being used for her orgasm. She even allowed me to cum she was so delighted, although I had to lick her clean afterward. Who am I kidding though, the honor of putting my tongue inside her made it more than worth it.

At night, Mistress watched a movie. I got to watch her enjoying the movie. I looked at her adoringly the whole time. I smiled whenever she laughed. I never got to look at the screen once, but I don't think I've ever enjoyed a movie more.

I did things I'd never imagined I'd ever do. I licked her ass for over 3 hours one afternoon. At one point, grinning mercilessly, she even made me beg to lick her underarms. I did, of course. Knowing that she wanted me to want to lick them was all it took. If I knew that she wanted me to desire something, I desired it. I ate her pussy for hours at a time. I think that may have been my favorite part. Bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, I felt like I had a purpose in the world. Making her happy made me whole.

She never dressed me like a woman, but she did put lipstick on me a few times and I wore lacey pink panties for her when I wasn't completely naked. She also called me names like bitch, princess and little girl. I barely even noticed what she called me though, I was too caught up in the fact that she was calling me at all.

She never lifted a finger for anything the entire weekend. If it needed to be done, I was doing it. I think it would have hurt me to see her having to do anything that I could have been doing for her. I cooked, cleaned and did the chores. I groomed Mistress Samantha each morning. I was her chair when she used the computer. I was her footstool when she wanted to put her feet up. She was a Queen and I was her servant. Her every whim was happily taken care of by me.

Now, driving home, its taking everything I have to not turn around and beg her to keep me forever. The only thing keeping me from doing that is that she commanded me not to do that. I'm allowed to call her when I get home and resume my long distance training once again and she's promised to allow me to come for another weekend soon. I don't know how I can wait a single moment though. My need to serve her and please her is beyond anything I've ever known.

I belong to her now. I only gave myself to Mistress Samantha for a weekend, but I am hers forever now and I think she knows that. I guess a position as her slave needs to be earned over time and I'm certainly willing to pay the price. I belong at her feet and I can't wait to get started on earning my place there. I never really thought I'd actually find the kind of relationship I wanted, the kind I felt I needed. Sometimes though, just when you're ready to give up, everything works out. It worked out for me, kneeling at the feet of the perfect woman, my owner, Mistress Samantha.



A Dream Come True



My heart leapt with joy when I saw the words on the computer screen. Some how he had managed to arrange time for us to spend together, and best of all; he was already on his way. I dashed off the only reply that came to mind - YAHOOOOOOOOO- and ran upstairs to take a shower and wash my hair. I love to be fresh and sweet for his arrival. 

I love him so much and I always want him to hold me in his arms and smell my pure and enticing desire for him. After drying my hair and putting on his shirt, the one that always makes me feel so close to him, I sat at my computer to play some games while I waited. 

Before long, I heard a knock at the door and turned to see him smiling at me, and I knew he loved me as much as I did him. I jumped from my chair and fairly flew into his arms. It was hard to believe I had seen him only a few short days ago, but when we are parted, each day seems like an eternity. My heart is so full of love and desire for him, sometimes I feel like I will burst.

His arms closed around me and I went up on my toes as he covered my lips with his hungry mouth. I could feel the desire in him bubbling to the surface and I returned it in kind. Our love and desire for each other is always lurking just under the surface and when we are together we both find it hard to control our sensual and erotic longings.

He kissed my breath away and I longed for more. No matter how much time we spend in each others arms fulfilling each others fantasies, it is never enough. We yearn for each other. No more than that, we hunger for each other - a strong and deep hunger born of wants, needs and desires we both so freely share. He lifted his mouth from mine and reluctantly I dropped back down to my feet throwing my arms around him and holding on for dear life.

He gently pried my arms free and handed me a bag full of things he brought for lunch. "Fridge," he said, as he swatted my butt towards the kitchen. 

With a smile I put the food in the fridge and returned to the living room. I was all ready to join him on the couch, but was halted in mid stride.

"Now I want you to go up and get in the bath tub. I will give you a few minutes, but only a few to do as I say." 

Without a word I turned towards the stairs and headed for the bathroom. As I passed the couch, I lifted his shirt over my head, gave him a devilish grin and ran nude from the room. 

I started the water into the tub and added some bubble bath. Easing myself into the tub, I wondered what he had in mind. He always managed to have something new and exciting in mind. I often wondered where his ideas came from. 

The warm fragrant water was beginning to cover my body and I leaned back against my pillow and gave into the wonderful feelings it was creating. I heard a gentle tapping on the door and his rich soothing voice ask if I was ready. 

"Yes," I answered.

"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you." 

Closing my eyes, I heard the bathroom door open and close and the shower curtain being pulled back. I felt a cool breeze blow across me and I shuttered, as much in anticipation as in response to the breeze. 

I could hear him moving beside me and he was a tangible presence even when he was not physically touching me. I could sense him getting closer and closer and I felt his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his bare skin as I surrendered to his warm passionate kisses. 

My head swam as my pulse began to race. He could turn me on so easily. A kiss, a touch, even just a look could do it. We are so in tune to each other - so perfectly matched. As he backed away from me, I began to open my eyes, but I felt his fingers gently close them again and I remembered what he said.

I relaxed back into the bath as he turned the water off. I felt him gently push my legs apart and I reached up to touch him. He firmly placed my hands on my knees and told me to keep them there. I did as he ordered but it was not an easy command and he knew it. I was constantly reaching out to touch him whenever we were together, not satisfied unless a part of me was connected to a part of him. I sighed a groan of exasperation and tried to keep my hands still.

Suddenly I felt his hands slowly and gently stroking my body. He started at my shoulders and my neck. Drizzling water over me and rubbing it in, he moved down my body with agonizing determination. I could feel my body reaching up to him, straining to have his touch caress my already hard and excited nipples, but he would have none of it. 

As I tried to angle my body to meet his caresses, he just subtly changed direction. I began to moan low and strong, my desire for him overtaking me, and I could visualize in my mind the slow smile covering his face as he saw my body cry out my need for him.

"You wanted memories of my hands on your body when you take a bath," he said, "so sit back and enjoy it." 

I tried to do as he wanted, but my desires and needs were taking over. I wanted his hands everywhere at once. I began to move restlessly in the water and suddenly I felt him stroke my breast and oh so lightly pass over my nipple. His slow deliberation was driving me to distraction and he knew it.

I felt his hands move over my belly and gently - oh so gently - trace the outline of my pussy lips. I drew in a deep breath and just at that moment his lips sucked my nipple into his mouth. He worked my nipple with his teeth and his tongue and at the same time his fingers gently spread my pussy lips and began to stroke the inner folds and my tight hard bud.

It was almost instantaneous - I came so hard and so unexpectedly. My body was so primed I had no control. I wrapped my arms around him as my body was overcome with wave after wave of nerve wracking pleasure. I kissed his face and his neck as his mouth and fingers continued their sensual play. He had no intensions of giving me rest. He stroked my body to one orgasm after another, until I was light headed from the sensations.

My heart was pounding and my breath was ragged as I held onto him for dear life. As he slowly backed away from me, I opened my eyes and gazed into his eyes. They were so filled with love and joy it took what was left of my breath away. 

"Close those eyes." Unwillingly I did as he instructed. I didn't want whatever he had planned to end. I felt warm water from a wash cloth run across my breasts and down between my legs. It was so relaxing, I let out a loud sigh and eased back down on my pillow.

Suddenly the warm relaxing water was replaced by drops of what felt like ice water. The shock caused me to take in a deep breath and laugh. I wondered what he had, but dared not open my eyes to find out. I felt him spread my legs wide once again and felt extreme cold applied to my pussy lips. It was cold and smooth, but not melting like an ice cube would. What did he have?

"Better tie this thing in a knot ." he chuckled. 

Then I knew what it was. I had experimented and used some condoms to make ice dildos, which I had in the freezer. I had told him about them in passing but never thought he would remember them. 

For what seemed like a long time, he amused himself by rubbing the dildo all over my body. I never knew where it would strike next - lips, breast, pussy, belly - he just kept it moving. Sometimes followed by some soothing warm water and sometimes not.  

My body was on fire. I had a very strong sensual reaction to ice which I also told him, but I don't think he expected it to be quite as strong as it was. My hips were swaying and I was moaning. In a quiet voice I was begging for more. I couldn't get enough. 

Finally he moved down to the opening of my pussy and began inserting the dildo. As he moved it gently in and out, my hips rocked wildly. I arched up to get more and more of it inside me. I can't even describe the feelings it created. It hurt from the extreme cold, yet it ignited a fire in me that was intense and demanded satisfaction.

My body started to match his motion as he stroked me faster and faster. Just as I was ready to cum, he leaned down and bit down on my nipple. I felt like an explosion went off inside me and traveled right up to my brain. My muscles contracted around the dildo and my legs clamped shut, trapping both it and his hand. 

One orgasm followed another as my pussy milked the ice dildo buried inside of me. When the orgasms finally began to subside, my legs fell apart of their own accord and he gently removed what was left of the dildo. 

Again, he bathed my body with the warm fragrant bath water as I tried to calm down and regain some normal breathing rhythm. 

My eyes were closed. I had no energy to even try to open them. I was lost in the feelings and sensations he had created and in a state of total love and relaxation. I was thinking of how carefully he had planned this wonderful activity with me in mind. He wanted to create the perfect memory for me and he had. 

He bent over me and kissed me gently. As he backed away, he reminded me to keep my eyes closed; he wasn't finished yet. My mind was too enraptured to even think about what he had in mind. 

With a start I felt something very warm begin to rain down on my body. It only took me a second to realize what he was doing. He was making me as truly his. He was marking me as his lover and his submissive. 

We had discussed this before and I told him how much I wanted him to do this, but only when he was ready. Only when he felt that the time was right and he wanted me to be his very own. My heart burst with joy, as he warmed my body with his and he made us one. What I am sure took only moments seemed to go on for a long time.

My mind did not want to give up the feelings this primal and erotic act were creating in me. I loved him more than ever and longed to have him hold me in his arms and kiss me. What others would consider dirty or disgusting was for me, an act of pure primitive love. His way of telling me he loved me, wanted me and would protect me from now on.

I was swimming in an ocean of fulfilled desires and I never wanted to come up for air. I just wanted it to go on and on. As I surrendered my total being to him, my heart sang. 

Long before I was ready to come back to the present, I felt him taking down the hand held shower and adjusting the water. With tenderness and loving he rinsed off my body. Then he helped me to stand and turned me to face the shower wall. He carefully washed my back and butt and turned me around to once again let the water run over the front of my body. Then he lovingly wrapped me in a towel and helped me out of the tub. 

He took me downstairs and dried me from head to foot. He had opened up the futon before he came upstairs and he took me over and laid me down. He eased himself down beside me and covered my body with his, sharing his warmth with me. I laid there sighing in his arms. I was not capable of speech. I just wanted him to hold me in his strong protective arms and let our love wrap us in a private cocoon. A place for our love to just be nurtured and grow. 

We stayed this way for awhile, just holding on to each other and letting our feelings flow freely. Before long, I knew he wanted to make love. I knew our shared experiences upstairs had made him long for my body. One of our favorite positions is side by side and he moved me into place as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and it was. 

I felt him rub against me, his cock beginning to respond to the moisture of my pussy. He slid his finger down to my pussy lips and gently slipped them into the folds. He has the most incredible fingers I have ever felt. No one has ever been able to play my body like he does. I was quickly lost in his attentions. I gazed into his eyes as he quickly brought me to the point of release. I could feel my eyes closing on their own as he pushed me over the edge and I was once more overtaken with orgasmic pleasure. 

I never cease to be amazed at how he can bring me to climax time and time again. Even when I am totally exhausted and don't think it can ever happen, it does. He seems to be able to read my every thought and mood. He anticipates my needs and fulfills them in every way. As I was still floating from my recent release, he slid his cock inside me and began to gently rock back and forth. I could feel my body responding as my vaginal muscles wrapped tightly around his cock and milked it as it moved in and out of me.

I have no idea how long we stayed like this, but I know it was a very long time. He would rest and then begin moving again or sometimes he gave me no rest, but went from one orgasm right into the next, always checking to see if I was ok.

In one swift movement, he was towering over me. I had my legs wrapped around him and he was slamming into me with all the passion, desire and pent up need inside of him. I urged him on lunging back up to meet each thrust and begging him to fuck me harder and harder. We were slamming into each other in almost a savage mating rite, our tensions raising higher and higher.

Just when I thought I could hold out no longer, I felt the first waves of orgasm overtaking him and I let go. Together we screamed out our release and total fulfillment. At precisely the same moment we reached the height of our passion and satisfaction.

We held onto each other so tightly, each of us unwilling to be the first to let go. Finally in complete exhaustion, he collapsed on top of me. I loved the pressure and feel of him. I loved having him so close and so happy and satisfied.

I knew I had sated him as he has sated me. He rolled quietly to one side and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder and we drifted off into a sleep of pure and sweet contentment.



A Dream Come True



1.

Drugs are my life. As a pharmacist for 20 years, I thought I had seen everything there was to see. On Tuesday night, October 27, 1998, I found, to my delight and surprise, that I was wrong.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and I had given my deliveryman the rest of the day off to go to a Halloween play in which his little girl was to sing. Although I had never heard of a Halloween play or Halloween songs, I didn't question Frank's intentions. He had worked for me for nine years and was of strong character. A little short on brainpower, he more than made up for his slow wit through trustworthiness, and he was as reliable as the sunrise.

He was a single parent and I was eager to please him by granting him a few hours off work. I figured I could make a few deliveries myself on the way home.

Kate Raymond was a great customer. She had severe back problems resulting in two major surgeries in the last two years. She had to take a wide range of pain medication to help her recover from her most recent surgery in January. I had noticed by her records that her physician had gradually reduced the dosages and she was taking about half the medication she took right after the surgery. She never asked for special treatment, although I would have jumped at the chance to provide it.

Kate was a widow in her early forties. She was a five-foot tall blonde with a face and build that simply gripped my attention every time I saw her. I suppose she noticed my furtive glances, but she didn't return them. Her husband had died about a year ago in a skydiving accident. Although I wanted to pursue her, I thought she would return my interest with a little flirting when and if she was ready.

She called me at 4:00 to refill a prescription and needed it delivered that evening. I told her I would be happy to deliver it myself at about 7 p.m., the last stop before home. I could tell when her voice softened a little that she was glad I would be coming by.

I closed shop at six and made three deliveries. At 7:00, I knocked on Kate's door and prepared to make my last delivery. Kate answered the door quickly.

"Hi, Steve" she cooed in a voice so mellow I thought I could feel it flowing into my ears. She was dressed in a silk blouse and a dark skirt cut just above the knees. I could see that the skirt had a slit up to mid-thigh. She wore dark nylons and moderate heels. She looked outstanding.

Kate had a wireless telephone at her ear and asked me "Can you please wait a minute? This is an important call I've been awaiting for three days! The liquor cabinet is right there. Just help yourself and relax on the patio for a few minutes, OK?"

She turned and confidently walked down the hall and turned left, out of sight, continuing her conversation, not waiting for my answer. She knew she didn't have to wait for one.

Accompanied by her husband, we had met socially at parties and business meetings through the years. She knew I liked Bushmill's Irish Whiskey, neat. I wasn't surprised when I opened the liquor cabinet and there was a full bottle and a cocktail glass, easily within reach. I gladly poured myself a short shot, closed the cabinet and looked about.

Her one-story home was neat, clean and very classy. Strauss chandeliers adorned the living and dining rooms. The fireplace was glowing and I could smell rich incense, probably jasmine, burning on the mantelpiece. The carpet was white with red insets and the furniture was brass and glass. The liquor cabinet was in a large oak wall unit that held her stereo system and television. I was surrounded by the soulful sound of classic Aretha Franklin pumping from several directions.

On the other side of the living room, I could see the wide patio door, slid open with the screen closed. I strolled out onto the wide patio. It was bordered on the back by a low masonry wall topped by bricks. The property dropped downhill on the other side of the wall to a drainage channel. Below were neighboring houses, obscured by trees and gardens. It was peaceful and the sun had just set. The sky was clear and I could see stars twinkling between the slats of the massive ramada overhead. I took a sip of whiskey and felt it flow to my stomach and spread comfortably through my abdomen and chest. I sat in a nearby patio chair and wondered what lay in store for the evening.

2.

I had left open the vertical blinds in front of the sliding glass door between the patio and bedroom, giving a clear, unobstructed view from the patio chair I had left purposely in perfect viewing position, about ten feet from the door. I kept chatting on the telephone, although all I could hear was a dial tone. I had come to the moment of truth. My stomach tumbled and I was shaking a little, but a four-ounce vodka martini I had just finished gave me the courage I needed to continue the drama. I already had all the confidence I needed.

I had arranged it all. It was my show. I was the director, producer and star. I had called Frank Warren a week ago and asked him to take the afternoon off today. I offered him $50 for the favor and told him to make up a reason. Frank said he would do the favor out of friendship, but would not take my money. Frank said I had tipped him very generously and that it was the least he could do. He didn't ask for an explanation, nor do I think he really cared. It would give him a good excuse to catch up on daytime television.

Frank and I went way back, long before he worked at Steve Silver's Pharmacy. I first met him 15 years ago. I was selling premium cable TV packages, door-to-door, and Frank was a TV freak. He had heard the local cable system was expanding their system and couldn't wait to snap-up two dozen channels. His delivery job at Silver's was a perfect fit for him and, because of my health problems, we saw each other now and again when he delivered my prescriptions.

Although I felt good, I knew I still needed drugs to feel human. I kept reasonably fit and watched my weight. I missed my husband Jim terribly. I had gotten used to living alone since his death last year, but the surgery and recovery were very difficult without his constant support and attention. I was just to the point of recovery where I could bend and turn a little.

Jim and I could be classified as closet exhibitionists. We enjoyed doing naughty things where there was a chance we might be seen, and a few times, we were. Nothing ever came of it and it was quite exciting for both of us.

We used to play-out fantasies, too. Our favorites were "Zorro and the Maiden" and "The Movie Director and the Porn Star". I missed our sex and, over the last month, I had masturbated several times, fantasizing about our past. Actually, I was starting to enjoy the masturbation quite a bit.

I had masturbated for Jim many times (his favorite was me standing over his face and masturbating while he looked up at me and masturbated). Now it was the only sex I had and I was getting good at it. I had two favorite vibrators, one with a classic shape and smaller size, black with a gold tip, and one shaped like a finger, especially useful for anal stimulation.

I was ready for something exotic, but I wanted to make it wild and exciting. Steve Silver was just an acquaintance. I had met him a few times, but had never thought of him sexually until he starred in a nighttime dream last week. I never remember much of dreams, but I awoke thinking about him and those thoughts turned into passionate fantasies over the next few days. I decided to act.

I knew Steve drank Bushmill's, so I bought a bottle for the liquor cabinet. I went shopping and bought a new blouse and skirt, and made a stop at Frederick's of Hollywood for the more basic essentials.

That afternoon, Steve answered the call himself, just like I knew he would, and told me Frank was off for the afternoon but that he could make the delivery on his way home, at about seven. My plan was working perfectly.

I decided to use the "telephone dodge" to get him into the right place at the right time. He knocked on the door at exactly seven (Steve was always punctual) and I asked him in to wait a moment while I finished an important telephone conversation. I told him to fix a drink and relax on the patio. I turned and walked away, not giving him a chance to answer and trying not to give away my excitement.

Now he was there, he had just taken a seat in the chair I had so carefully placed. I knew this would be the turning point. I had to be smooth, get his attention, and then set the hook. Like I said, I had the confidence, liquor beat down any inhibitions, and it was show time.

3.

It was just as if I had sat down in a movie theater with a wide-screen view. I saw Kate stroll into her bedroom and slowly pace around the bed, talking on the telephone. I was startled at first, and my leg muscles tightened and began to lift me from the chair. But they quickly relaxed and I settled back. My libido and voyeuristic nature had overcome my surprise. The sliding glass door was closed, so I couldn't hear what she was saying, but the lights were on and I could see clearly.

The bedroom was of moderate size. I could see a vanity on the wall to the right. There was a six-foot walkway and then the foot of the bed. The head of the bed was against the wall to the left. The entrance to the bedroom was to the far right corner. The remainder of the back wall was a closet with mirrored sliding doors. In those doors I could see the remaining wall I could not see directly. Against that wall was a dresser and a lamp in the left corner. The headboards and footboards of the bed were white, ornate tubing resembling a design a blacksmith might make with wrought iron. Painted-porcelain ornaments adorned the bedposts and a comforter in a white duvet covered the bed.

I continued to watch her stroll about the bedroom, smiling and laughing as she talked on the telephone. I decided I never could be lucky enough to get a view into this window while Kate did some exotic dance or such. I had been a voyeur since I was twelve, when I first peeked into the keyhole of the bathroom door to see what was really between my 17 -year old sister's legs. The best I could tell was that she had an ample growth of pubic hair, but I never saw any details.

I peeked into the neighbors upstairs windows, into the "girl next door's" bedroom. The best I got there was a brief look at her bare ass when she accidentally brushed the curtains aside when she pulled off some clothing.

At every chance, whenever there was the possibility of seeing without being seen, I took it. I'm sure I've spent a couple of thousand hours waiting for the moment that never came in over thirty years of trying.

In college, I had a view into 18 different rooms of two all-girl dormitories across the street. My two roommates and me kept binoculars nearby. We even had numbered the windows so we could call-out the location of activity and a potential flesh-flash quickly. Although we all bragged about having seen this girl or that girl do one thing or another, we never saw anything anyone else could verify. I believe the dean of women interviewed each girl before assigning her to a dorm room. Those who would qualify for "Religious Training for Virgins" would get a room with windows that opened toward boy's dormitories. In two years, I never saw more than a fat girl pull her sweater over her head to reveal her bra, then walk away.

Although an admitted voyeur, I never went out of my way to create peeping opportunities. I didn't choose apartments or homes based on views into other buildings. I didn't go about at night dressed in dark clothes and hide in bushes. I thought that was far too dangerous and even perverted. If I could see something without breaking the law, then great.

I also have always had a penchant for daytime exhibitionism. I could control daytime flashing in the home. I would leave doors or drapes open and strategically place lights so someone could see in. If a woman or girl passed by or came to the door, I would be naked, masturbating in a place where she might see me. This was all very exiting, but never amounted to a full-on sexual encounter or even a stare. I guess I wanted the excitement but not the cost of being labeled a pervert by the neighbors or business community. That would have been far too great a price to pay for a moment of sexual excitement.

It took about 10 long minutes for Kate to finish her conversation. She put down the telephone on the vanity, walked to the closet, slid open the left-side door and sorted through a few house robes. She pulled out a green one, laid it across the foot of the bed and slid the closet door closed. She stood at the end of the bed and unzipped her skirt.

I wondered if Kate might have forgot I was there! Yes, that must be it! She surely wasn't going to undress for me. Why would she do that? She must have forgotten!

She slipped off the skirt, folded it and laid it on the vanity. Next, off came the black slip to reveal her nylons. She didn't wear a garter belt. She wore what looked like panty hose with large openings at the front, sides and back. Suspender hose, I think they call them. Her black panties were very sheer. As she undressed, I saw a direct rear view and could see a front view in the closet-door mirrors. The sight of the crack of her ass and dark pussy hair through her panties gave me an instant erection, although the tail of her blouse hid most of the view.

She was looking up slightly, as if she was deep in thought, and began unbuttoning her blouse, the cuffs first and then the front, from the uppermost button. She undid the last button, opened the blouse, slid it down her shoulders, and stopped with her hands behind her. She had caught her own attention in the mirror and twisted slightly back and forth.

She wore a sheer bra through which I could just see her areolas. I could also tell her breasts were full and her bras needed no padding. She slid the blouse the rest of the way off, opened the closet door, hung the blouse neatly and slid the door closed.

By then, all she wore was a black sheer bra, black sheer panties, black very sheer one-piece suspender panty hose, red shoes with moderate heels, dangling silver earrings, a choker pearl necklace, a gold band bracelet on the left wrist, a gold watch on her right wrist, two rings on each hand, and silver-framed glasses, moderately tinted. Her immaculately styled blonde hair topped off this perfect image.

I drank down the rest of the Bushmill's, rested my left hand on my cock, and squeezed it through my trousers. I felt a little spurt of precum squirt from my cock into my jockeys. It probably left a telltale wet spot on my trousers, but I was too engrossed to look, nor did I really care.

4.

I had just finished the opening act. I knew the next act would be the one that would determine how the still-unwritten third act would play out. I looked back up into the makeup mirror I had placed above the closet, hidden from Steve's sight. I couldn't see his face, of course, but I could see him from the chest down. He was massaging his cock through his pants!

It was time to go from naughty to erotic. I decided to take off my rings, bracelet and watch. Given the excitement I felt, I might forget about them and hurt myself a little later. I walked over to the vanity, to the end nearest the window, took off the jewelry and started putting it away. The easily recognizable guitar riffs of John Cougar Mellenkamp's "Hurts so Good" began through the bedroom speakers. I slowly began to dance. You know, the dancing you do in-place from the waist down, when you're doing something else.

As I put the last ring away, I increased the movement to the rhythm and danced in front of the vanity mirror. Here, Steve was to my right and I could watch myself in the mirror that Steve couldn't see. I must admit, the time I spent earlier in the day at the beauty shop paid off. I was looking so good, I turned myself on.

The loose sheer bra allowed by breasts to shake and sway with the dance. I moved to enhance the motion. I stepped and moved so Steve got a view from every angle, but kept my gaze in the mirror. I started running my hands over my torso. I slowly cupped by breasts, then moved my hands in small circles down to my tummy. I just grazed my pussy and lightly caressed the inside of my thighs. I danced over to the mirror in the closet doors. That's where Steve could see me from two angles at once. I could also glance into my spy mirror to keep tabs on my audience.

John Mellankamp closed out his delightful song, then as programmed, ZZ Top stepped in with "Legs" and would follow with "Sharp Dressed Man." I felt great. I was ready to continue the strip tease. I made sure I was in the right spot for the best view, reached to the center of my back and unhooked my bra. I let the straps slide down my arms while I danced and my tits sprang free. It was glorious. I flung the bra onto the vanity and began massaging my tits. My nipples were hard and the pair stood out like they were begging for more.

I stopped in the perfect place, spread my legs a little, lifted both breasts, one cupped in each hand, dipped my head as close as I could to my chest, and slowly ran my tongue from close to my right collar bone down my right breast to the nipple and sucked it

gently, letting my teeth graze it a little. I repeated the action on my left side. I could feel my pussy getting damp. I closed my eyes and continued the breast massage briefly; I looked in the spy mirror and was gratified to see Steve's cock out of his pants. It was standing straight up and I could see how it curved. He had one hand on his balls and used the index finger of the other to gently rub the very top of his cock. I wasted not a moment to expose myself to him.

5.

I could hear the stereo through the still-open living room patio door. Just as ZZ started "Legs" I unzipped by trousers, reached into my jockeys and pulled out my cock. It was dripping wet. As I saw Kate unhook her bra, I used the first two fingers of my left hand to gently massage my prostate gland between my balls and ass hole. As she threw the bra aside, I felt another spurt of precum squirt out. When she took a sexy pose and licked her tits, I began spreading the wealth of precum over the head of my cock with the first two fingers of my right hand.

Kate continued massaging her tits while she had her eyes closed. It looked like she was fantasizing about sex and, yes God, please make it so, was going to continue the massage between her legs. I gently gripped my cock with my right hand and began slowly stroking it up and down while barely increasing the pressure of my prostate massage. I moved my hips slightly to the beat of the music. I was ecstatic.

As Kate continued her dance, she put both hands between her legs, put the index fingers of each hand into her panties from the side and started massaging her cunt. She watched herself intently in the closet-door mirror and began exaggerating the back-and-forth motion of her hips in dance. She was so hot I thought I could see steam between her legs. Through her panties, I could see that she was massaging her clit and cunt lips. My mouth began to water.

I watched as she slid her panties over her hips, one hand on each side. As the panties passed her hips, the crotch snapped from between her legs and the panties fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them and never missed a beat, continuing her dance. Her pussy hair was neat and not too thick. I think she must have trimmed it recently. Her naked shape was incredible. Her tits were firm, nipples hard, and even when her legs were together or she took a step, I could see the gap between her legs. Now, with only the suspender pantyhose, shoes and a little jewelry, she was simply outstanding.

She danced to the vanity, bent at the waist and opened the top left drawer. She withdrew from the drawer a tube, a jar and two vibrators. The tube looked liked KY Jelly and the jar was definitely petroleum jelly. One vibrator was beige with a long thin extension on the end that looked like a finger. The other had a gold tip and black body, but was smaller than the vibrators I usually see in adult stores and catalogues.




A Dream Come True



"Sharp-dressed Man" started throbbing on the stereo and Kate danced back to the mirror. She slid the closet door open, took out a towel and spread it on the carpet where she stood. She slid the door closed and started dancing over the towel, rubbing

the smaller vibrator over her torso and legs. She opened the jar and dipped the end of the vibrator into the jelly. I could see a small glob on the end.

As she continued to dance in place, she thrusted her hips forward and used the first two fingers of her left hand to gently spread her pussy lips. With her right hand, she massaged her clit with the vibrator and then moved it between her pussy lips to her vagina and slowly back up to her clit and above to the top of her pussy. She went from there to her vagina and back slowly several times, watching herself in the mirror and moving her hips back and forth with the music.

I pulled down my pants and jockeys. I stroked my cock with increasing pressure and massaged my prostate with the same rhythm. Occasionally I would cup my balls in my left hand and play with them, one at a time. I put some cock juice on the middle finger of my left hand and inserted it into my ass, fucking my ass and jacking-off at the same time. Look out on the patio now, baby! I want to show you my cock. I want you to see me fucking my ass and jacking off. Come on baby, look now!

6.

By now, my cunt was dripping wet. I inserted the vibrator into my cunt and fucked myself slowly, swallowing the full length into my cunt and drawing it out again. I looked up into my spy mirror and saw Steve very busy with himself. He had pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles. He had pulled up his shirt and was fucking his own ass with his left middle finger and jacking off with his right hand. Now was the time to make contact, to let him know he was drawn into my trap and that I wanted to sex him tonight.

I bent over and picked up the towel I had put on the floor to soak up my cunt juice. I walked over to the patio door and spread the towel out right in front of the door. I lay on the towel with my ass in the middle and my cunt toward the door and spread my legs wide, drawing my feet under my knees. I dipped the anal vibrator in the Vaseline, turned it on and slowly inserted it into my ass hole as far as it would go. I inserted the other vibrator into my cunt and started fucking myself again. I fucked and rubbed and squirmed right in front of the door.

I lifted my head and saw Steve standing just a few feet away on the other side of the door. His pants and shoes lay in front of the chair he left. He was jacking off furiously, fucking and rubbing and squirming in plain view. Our gazes met. I stopped fucking long enough to motion him toward me with my right forefinger. Continuing to jack off with his right hand, he reached for the handle of the sliding door with his left hand, slid it open, stepped in and slid the door closed.

Without a word, he stepped to my right side and knelt. I took his cock with my right hand and guided it into my mouth. He literally tore off his shirt and was stark naked. He put his right hand behind my head and used his right hand to manipulate the anal vibrator into and out of my ass hole while I continued to fuck myself with the vibrator in my left hand. I was so turned on, sucking, fucking and groaning.

It felt as if every nerve in my body started contracting into my vagina. I squeezed and relaxed my vagina around the vibrator with increasing rhythm and strength. My cunt felt like it was going to catch on fire! Suddenly, the warmth of my cunt exploded into the rest of my body, I arched my back and screamed "Oh my God!, Jesus, Oh Jesus!" Just as I was coming, Steve took his cock out of my mouth and the vibrators out of my ass and cunt, turned a little to his right, put his hands beneath me and lifted with his hands on my ass cheeks and put his face into my pussy. He licked while I came. Cunt juice literally flowed from me like from a faucet. He continued to lick and stick his

tongue into my cunt. I came for what seemed like a full minute and finally let my body relax.

Steve continued to hold my ass up off the floor with his hands, squeezing and massaging. He continued eating my cunt and I begged him to stop. He had me at his mercy and he did not stop. I started laughing and pushing and he finally let go. He turned and looked toward me with his wet face and licked his lips. I got up onto my knees and told him to lie down. He did so quickly and I took his cock with both hands and stroked it. I leaned over and took all seven inches into my mouth. His moans told me he was very grateful.

8.

Kate continued to stroke my cock with her right hand while she gave me her beautiful head. She pressed between my legs with her left hand and I spread them, as she wanted. She used the middle finger of her left hand to fuck my ass while she sucked my cock. The slurping and sucking sounds she made excited me even more.

I tried to hold back the rising Vesuvius within me, but it was useless. I exploded into her mouth. She coughed a moment from the sheer volume and pressure of the cum, and then continued sucking every last drop from me. I was drained, but she kept sucking, stroking and fucking like I had more. My cock tingled and I actually screamed with delight. I rolled back and forth and moaned, but Kate's head stayed with my cock no matter what I did. I thought was going to pee I was so sensitive. She finally slowly withdrew her finger from my ass and raised her head until the head of my cock sprang free from her mouth. Cum dripped down her chin and she grinned. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to me. We locked in an open-mouth kiss. Our tongues explored each others mouth and we continued slurping and sucking as if we were still eating each other's sex organs.

We collapsed together onto the floor and continued the firm embrace. We started talking like we had known this would happen. We complemented each other on our sexual tastes and appetites, using words like outstanding, unbelievable and prodigious. She pointed me to the shower as my cock went limp. I took a long, long warm shower. I began thinking about the last hour's action and my cock began twitching to life. I soaped it up and stroked it a little to make it hard.

The shower curtain was clear plastic. Kate had been watching me and pulled the curtain aside. "Give me a chance to take a shower now. We can do more things together. Give your cock a rest. Go have another drink and I'll see you in a few minutes."

Most of my clothes were still on the patio. I didn't even bother to look for something to put on. I went naked into the living room and poured another Bushmill's, a double this time. I poured a tequila shooter and went to Kate's bathroom. I reached into the shower without looking. She took the glass from me and thanked me. I sat on the bed and sipped my drink, telling myself that I had found the mother lode of all sexual passion in this woman. I gave thanks to every deity and lucky charm I could remember.



A Dream Come True



"Oh my God, Allen, I just had the weirdest dream!" It was Sarah, my best friend, on the phone. We had known each other for only a year, but were extremely close. I twice tried to date her, but she wasn't interested. Nevertheless, I still was strongly attracted to her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, I dreamt about this girl I know, April. It's weird, because in life we're friendly, but in the dream she got a guy to rape me!"

"Who was the guy?' I inquired.

"It was Brice, a guy I ride motorcycles with – but he's not one of the hot ones."

"Oh, well that's too bad. If he was hot then it wouldn't be rape, right?" I poked fun at her shallowness, knowing that she wouldn't take the jab seriously.

Sarah continued, "It wasn't even a rape fantasy – just a full-on brutal rape."

Intrigued by this comment, I asked "Rape fantasy?"

"Yea," she said, "Something like 80% of women admit to having them, myself included."

Content with that explanation, our conversation shifted to more mundane topics. Before we hung up, Sarah suggested that we go to dinner after she got off work on Monday evening, and I agreed.

Monday evening rolled around, and Sarah and I enjoyed a relaxing dinner at a local diner. As was often the case, we ended up going to her apartment afterwards to watch a movie and have a few drinks. This particular night it was "Kiss the Girls," a thriller with Morgan Freeman and Ashley Judd. The movie was nothing to write home about, but spending time with Sarah made it worthwhile.

About halfway through the film, Sarah excused herself to use the bathroom. Perhaps due to the perverse plot of the movie, my mind instantly hatched a scheme to rape my dearest friend. I rushed into Sarah's bedroom, found a roll of duct tape in her top desk drawer, and stormed into the bathroom. Sarah was just washing her hands, and was shocked when the door quickly swung open. I grabbed her wrists, pulled them behind her back, and securely duct taped them. Sarah began to shriek, but stopped when a strip of duct tape covered her mouth. 

In the heat of the moment, I hefted Sarah over my shoulder and carried her to her bed, where I threw her down on the mattress. I ripped off her blouse and slacks, then stepped back to unbutton my pants and admire Sarah's body.

She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but her features were exactly what I liked; Sarah had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, wide hips and a round ass, and perfectly-proportioned breasts (they were, in fact, perfect – she had them reduced six months ago and the doctor did a marvelous job).

Sarah tried to take advantage of my pause by running away, but couldn't do much because her hands were bound. I threw her back down on the bed and ripped off her bra and panties. At last, the girl of my dreams was completely naked in front of me!

Obviously by this time my cock was hard and I was able to get to work. I grabbed Sarah's ankles and pried her legs apart. I rubbed her clit with my cockhead and quickly slid inside her. Her muffled screams quickly turned to moans as I methodically thrust and withdrew from her sumptuous pussy. Sarah's legs wrapped around me and her ankles locked together – I knew I had her on the edge of climax. I fell down on top of Sarah, and kissed her neck as I continued fucking her. 

Sarah quickly climaxed, but I decided to take my time. I flipped Sarah onto her stomach and lined myself up behind her to re-enter her pussy. As I pushed my cock back into Sarah, I pressed my thumb against her beautiful rosebud asshole. Sarah whimpered as my thumb struggled through her sphincter, and then I could feel her ass bearing down on my thumb. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my index and middle finger, lubricated from Sarah's pussy. After sliding them in and out in rhythm with my cock thrusts for several minutes, I knew Sarah's ass was ready for something bigger. I withdrew from her pussy and grabbed my cock near the head. Sarah widened her knees to spread her ass more, and I pressed at the entrance. Sarah whimpered as she struggled to take my cock, but as she relaxed I slid in. 

I began pumping deeply. As tight as Sarah's pussy had been, her asshole was even tighter, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. A dozen or so strokes later, I reached my limit and was about to cum. I pulled out of Sarah's ass and rolled her onto her back. I straddled her stomach and started pumping my cock with my fist, and shot my load onto Sarah's luscious tits. 

I rolled off of her and pulled the duct tape from her mouth and wrists, then lay next to her in the bed. Sarah rolled to face me, and smiled. 

"Sarah, will you go out with me?" I asked.

"I'm still not ready to date, Allen," she said, words I dreaded to hear. "But you can rape me anytime!" She smiled and kissed me, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.



A Dream Come True



I've written this story in many forms. At one time on version of it was published in Penthouse letters. It was only a stylized version of the last part. The sex was in the car. The events all happened except for the actual sex.

This story takes place some thirty years ago in "The Great White North". It is fiction based on events that actually happened.

I'm Ted, an average looking guy who is not very tall and not extremely handsome. I'm not ugly either, but I have suffered from low self esteem for most of my life. This is probably why when I first met my wife, Allison, and she told me that she loved me I was hooked. We were attending the same university in one of the plains states on the Canadian border. Allison was French-Canadian. She was not what you would call a looker, but what she lacked in looks she made up for in passion. On our first date I had my hand down the front of her jeans and was fingering her to orgasm while her tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth.

Having grown up in the forties and fifties, I would not have sex with Allison until she actually told me she wanted it. We did everything but have sex. I would put my hard cock between her legs and stroke back and forth until I came. We would masturbate each other to orgasm and I used my tongue on her nipples and her pussy. At this point I must say that I was 28 and Allison was 19.

I grew up in New York State and there were so many cops around you could only park and neck with a girl for about thirty minutes before one came along and told you to move along. In this place where I was going to school there were only 50 troopers for the whole state which was four hundred miles long and three hundred miles north and south. With few large towns all you had to do was go a little ways out of town and you would never be bothered by any one.

Finally we had been going together for about three months and went on an Easter break holiday to visit her parents and her married sister. The sister lived about two or three hundred miles away and her Father let us take his car for the trip. On the way there and back we did the heavy petting to orgasm bit quite a few times and once just before we got back to her parents place we pulled off the road to have one last make out session, so I thought.

Allison had other ideas. She said that she didn't want to get her clothes messed up, we had dressed up to go to a fancy restaurant that evening and she had a suit with skirt, blouse and jacket on. Allison started to take off her clothes. She took off her jacket, then her blouse and her skirt. I had a sport coat dress slacks and shirt and tie on, so, finally getting the picture I started to undress as well. Allison was down to her slip, panty hose, bra and panties. She proceeded to take off everything but her slip. I quickly got down to my under shorts.

We then lay down on the front seat and started to kiss and fondle one another. She pulled up her slip so that my very hard cock would have access to her obviously wet pussy. I slid it in very gently at first so that she would get used to it. Unfortunately I had a problem with premature ejaculation and I was coming almost as soon as I was all the way inside her. We held each other and kissed until I felt myself getting hard again. I asked her if she wanted to do it again and she said yes. This time I was able to last long enough for Allison to have her own orgasm. We lay in each others arms until the glow wore off and then put our clothes back on. There was still about forty miles to go to get to her parents house so we stopped at a diner for coffee. Looking at Allison across that table she had a rosy glow about her that I just knew people could see that she had just been fucked.

When we got back to University we just continued our love making. My car was not working so I would borrow friend's cars to go out on dates and we would fuck in the front or back seat of those. Pretty well all we would do was fuck on our dates. We had already pledged that we would get married one day. I graduated that June, but Allison was only a sophomore and had another two years to go. This was fine because I was going to the Law School at the same university the next year.

I couldn't get a good job locally for the summer so I went back to New York and worked on a rail road project with a bunch of other college guys. When I got back to school in September and started in Law School, Allison and I went back to our old habits of going out on a weekend and having sex in my car (a shitty little Corvair). One night she broke down crying, saying that all I wanted to do was fuck. I couldn't bear to see her cry and I assured her that I loved her and that sex was not all I was interested in. We still fucked a lot, but we also did other fun things like going to plays and dances.

On one particularly hot date we took my car and parked out on a deserted road and had sex. Afterward I licked her pussy and clit and brought her to orgasm. As soon as my cock was hard again I put it in her and we went at it again. I repeated my tongue action and then we had sex again. All told we did it nine times in a span of about three to four hours. We also finished off a six pack of beer.

Within the next week we went out for Mexican food and then had sex on the front passenger seat of my Corvair. This was in December, just before the Christmas break that would change my life.

We went to her parent's house for Christmas break and we fought from the time we got there. I didn't understand until she told me that she was pregnant. She wanted to know what I was going to do. I told her there was only one thing for me to do and that was to marry her. I needed to get away and clear my head. I made an excuse that I had to get back to school to study for my end of semester finals. It was clear that I would have to drop out of Law School after the first year. The GI Bill was paying my living expenses and I had saved up the tuition from my summer job, but there would not be enough money to continue and raise a family at the same time.

We were married in January and moved into a one bedroom furnished apartment over a store. The rent was only $90 a month and my GI Bill benefits were $160. We ate on about $12 a week and rarely went out for dinner. The law books for my second semester courses cost about $100. (Eat you hearts out modern day law students.) Living together was really something. We would be studying and I would get the urge and off to the bedroom we would go. We probably fucked about four times a day during that period. I even got a very painful prostrate infection. The doctor told me that it was probably from too much sexual activity. We could still have sex, but ejaculating hurt like hell.

By the beginning of the summer I had a job on the border with what is now the Department of Homeland Security. I was also scheduled to teach, that next year, in the same school Allison had gone to before she went to college.

One of Allison's friends was a girl named Kate who was a few years younger but hung out with the wild bunch that were roughly the same age as Allison. Kate was a real looker and had a fine body and she knew how to show it off.

In the next three years Kate became one of our very close friends and often came over to our place or had us over to hers. Often I would be dispatched to pick Kate up or go to her place to get something. If it weren't for my lack of self esteem I would have seen that Kate was coming on to me. She told me about what her boyfriends were doing to her and asked my advice. She would be talking to me with barely anything on, sometimes sitting next to me with our thighs touching

It wasn't until one day right after New Years when Allison asked me to go get Kate and bring her over to our house when it all suddenly became clear to me. I picked up Kate and brought her to our house and we started drinking. On the way over she told me that she had been having sex with her boyfriend, but she had never had an orgasm. We went through one bottle of booze and I went to get another while Allison called some other fiends to come over. In those days we talked about sex a lot and there was barely any subject that was taboo.

By two in the morning Kate was fairly drunk and tired. Allison suggested that I have her lay down on the sofa we had in the front room. I took her to the front room sofa, laid her down and put a blanket over her. I bent down to kiss her and she kept pressing her lips on mine until I had to break it off or risk getting caught.

A short time later the other guests decided to leave and went to put their coats on. Kate woke up and came into the living room to get ready to go home. She said she only wanted me to take her home. Lifting her shirt up she said, "I don't want any one else to see this." About this time, after seeing the other guests out, Allison came in and announced that she was going upstairs to bed.

Kate and I left to over to her house. It was about a ten minute drive and the outside temperature was about minus 10 degrees. We just tried to stay warm. When we got to her house I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately again and again. Finally she said, "lets finish this inside." I walked her to her door and into her bedroom. Everyone else in the house was long since asleep. We took our coats and boots off and then I started to undress Kate. I lifted her sweatshirt over her head and for the first time saw those beautiful breasts. She wore no bra and didn't need to as they stood firm and proud with nipples sticking out from the cold. We had to be careful with our hands because they were ice cold and touching bare skin could be disastrous. Rubbing our hands between our legs we were able to warm them sufficiently so that our passionate embraces could continue.

I unfastened her jeans and began to pull them down. I wanted to see this woman in all her glory. She sat down on the bed and I pulled both legs off at the same time. Kate took her panties off and there was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen ready and waiting for me. I striped my shirt off and Kate went to work on my belt and then the zipper. In very short order my pants were on the floor and my cock was making a tent in my boxers. Kate took it in her hand she felt it, and stroked it before letting her tongue go to work. This was almost too much to believe. Here was this gorgeous woman I had dreamed of for so many nights, licking and sucking on my cock. Allison never did this. Kate started to take my whole cock in her mouth and the feeling was overwhelming to me. I said "Kate I'm going to cum if you keep this up." She looked up at me with a beautiful smile and said, "I want you to cum in my mouth." Within minutes I let loose with a tremendous blast of cum saved up from all of my fantasies about this gorgeous creature. Kate swallowed every drop.

When everything had subsided and my softened cock plopped out of her mouth, I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. I could taste myself and it felt so good. I kissed her neck and moved down to her breasts, sucking each one while my fingers played with her lips and clit. Gradually I moved down to where I could put my tongue between her lips and taste her sweet nectar. I licked up the length of those beautiful lips and when I came to that little pleasure bud Kate moaned. I kept licking in an up and down motion for quite some time and then I put my lips around her little bud and began flicking it with my tongue. At the same time I had one finger deep in her pussy stroking her "G" spot and the index finger of my other hand stroking her anus. The moaning was getting so loud now that I was afraid someone in the house would wake up. Finally I put my tongue right over her clit and started moving my head from side to side very rapidly. This seemed to be the right combination because very shortly Kate started to buck up pushing her pelvis into my face and crying out, "I'm cuuuuuuuuummmming." "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Myyyyyyyyyyyyy Gooooooooooooood it feeks soooooooooooooooo gooooooooooooooooooooood." At the same time Kate started to squirt fluid from her vagina and I couldn't tell if she was peeing or what. Much later I realized that she was ejaculating.

"I need to have your cock inside me" Kate said as she moved further up the bed. I was rock hard again and wanted to feel that juicy pussy around me. I climbed up between her legs and guided the head of my cock to that wet warm opening. We kissed and Kate could taste herself on my lips and face. Even though her pussy was tight and wet it took longer to cum than when she had me in her mouth. The next time we tried it doggy style and then with Kate on top. We both agreed that this was the best sex either of us had ever had or were likely to have for a long time.

We also agreed never to tell Allison what we had done.



A Dream Come True



I have wanted and waited many long years just to have one full, exquisite, lustful night with my Master. Well, tonight it will happen. My husband is working out of town, his wife has gone to visit her kids. 

I am just super elated, the erotic jubilance that I am feeling, well, quite frankly, is just out of this world. I can only dream that the wanton yearning of anticipation will only be half as exuberant as the night itself. Just the thought of being able to fall asleep and then to awaken in his arms, heaven, here I cum!!

I just got home from work, what a hell of a long day this has been. Waiting and watching the clock, shit how time drags when you are counting the minutes, just longing to be elsewhere. But now I can get ready. As the excitement starts to build, my stomach is fluttering, my cunt is actually yearning, if you can believe that, and my head is spinning. I need to take five and calm down, relax. Ah, a hot, scented bath should do the trick.

Running the water, adding sweet jasmine, just the smell of that stuff is intoxicating, but relaxing. Taking off my cloths, I can't resist running my hands over my breasts, playing with my nipples, my clit, fingering my cunt, juicy cunt. Oh what the hell, before I get in, a little play time with my toy (replica made of my master). No need for lube, just roll it around my wet cunt, and in he goes, fuck it feels good. 

Leaning over the counter, I thrust it in and out, my muscles are grasping it, latching on to it, propelling it in, out, in, out. OH, I can feel the climax building. Faster, harder I ram him in, going deeper, faster, harder, deeeeper, "shit, shit, OH shit mother," I'm cumming. 

As my orgasm ends I can feel my secretion dripping down your shaft. Fuck that was great. Only now I have a hand covered in juice, it's down my thigh, my cunt is still in spasms. Oh well, I can leave you in as I bath, let it unwind, then take you out and clean both of us.

Laying in a luxurious scented bath, I can feel my pussy starting to slow down. I love just having you in there, it's as if you were molded for my cunt. 

Light my candles, lay back and sip my wine. I don't know why but my breast become so sensitive under the water, just lightly rubbing them can make me cum, but it sure is a dreamy sensation, all the same. 

Well, enough of this I need to get shaved, and washed. Have to have a soft, supple, hairless pussy, legs and pits. Not to mention a douched out cunt now as well. I can't forget to clean out my ass either. All cleaned, shaved, dried and applied lotion, plus you are cleaned and put away. Now all I have to do is get dressed, grab some stuff and I am off to Masters house.

It is a breezy but warm, early summers eve, so I will wear my long wrap around skirt, low cut short sleeved top and sandals. I have some wine, salad and fruit, OH don't forget some toys and what not. I am off and out the door.

Pulling up his driveway, he opens the garage doors, need to conceal my car. Closing the doors, shutting off the motor, I grab my stuff and we leave the garage. 

As I walk out I see that he has a picnic area set up for starters. So as I go to sit on the blanket he has laid out, I feel his hand cup my ass, "tonight we will have dessert before dinner, and this is my desired dessert," as he give my ass a swat.

I am never super crazy about ass fucking, but when he wants it that way he always makes me so bloody, super, horny first, that it ends up I don't care where I get fucked just that I do. So I know that soon he will devour my entire body, dessert, my ass(oh yea, that's what he is aiming for), more like a three course meal, with all the trimmings for me. I can't wait, I am just starved!!

As I go to sit on the blanket, he tells me "lay flat on your back and spread your legs." 

Doing so, he comes down, he runs his hands up my legs bringing my skirt with him. Laying his now naked body between my legs, putting the pressure of his cock against my clit and cunt. He just kinda rubs his shaft in a circular motion, grinding it into my clit, making me jittery with anticipation. 

He slides his hands up my side, stopping to cup my breasts, holding them at the base he gently squeezes them in a milking motion. Rubbing his thumb over the taunt nipples, just making my wanton pussy lift in excitement against his membrane. 

Slipping my shirt over my head, exposing my bosoms for his awaiting mouth and tongue, as he mills his cock hard against my rosy, protruding bud. His mouth is sucking hard on my nipples, teeth scorching my breasts as he lightly pulls away only to nip the ends, then sucks them back in again. Softly tyrannizing them between his molars. Making me drive them up into his face. His tongue lightly flicking the ends sending electric flashes down to my snatch. Wet flicks mixing with cool air, fuck I am cumming. I can feel my cunt spasm. Cum is now slipping out and moving down to my ass, just where he wants it. 

This is the only time I can get away with cumming and not getting punished. Needless to say I take advantage of it.

Placing my nipple clamps on, just behind the brown head, so the nipple itself is pointing straight out. I draw in a quick gasp of air, as the pain hits. Then the soothing begins as he softly takes them into his mouth to roll his tongue around the tips. God, now all I feel is the beating, like a heart beat. All is fine and dandy in the boob section.

Working his way down to my clit, leaving very red, small tattle-tail teeth markings. Trailing all the way to the top of my hood, by passing my clit and cunt he continues to the inside of my thighs. Leaving small bite marks in the centre of small hickeys, this has me heaving my ass and cunt up into the air. 

Placing his hands on the ground mid way up my mid-section, with a rocking motion he runs his hard cock between my vagina lips, up to my clit, down and up between my ass cheeks. Coming back up, down, around and up, over and over teasing both cunt and clit as he passes over them. Cum catching him as he goes, shit but does that feel cool.

He stops, brings my knees up and spreading them out, he slides his hands under my cheeks to raise my ass up. Taking his tongue he licks from my cunt to my clit, lightly at first them applying more and more pressure as he repeatedly continues. Fuck am I horny! 

I push my clit up higher into his face, as he clamps his teeth onto my clit, gently he pulls upward, stretching my clit, sending shock waves everywhere. He releases it and then buries his face and starts sucking. At first just my delicate rose bud, then taking more and sucking harder, I start really meshing my clit into his face. I am sighing "OH my god, fuck babe, OH Master more, more, please, please Master." He is in there sucking, biting, sucking, biting, my orgasm is unbelievable. 

I am clutching the blanket so hard my knuckles are turning white. I can feel the hot juice running out of my cunt and down to my ass, soaking into the blanket. I plead with him, "Master fuck me, fuck me, PLEASSSSSE fuck me." 

"Not yet," as he places two fingers into my cunt.

Still assaulting my clit with his mouth, I frantically fuck his fingers. Just covering them with my cum. He is now inserting another finger, while circling my anal opening with his thumb. I am going crazy with lust and wanting. With vise gripping force I clamp onto his three fingers. Fucking them like there was no tomorrow, begging him to fuck me, "come Master, please fuck me, now please, please," as I feel a onslaught of cum spew out of a very desperate pussy. 

He take his fingers out, he puts two into my ass, shoving them clear up to his knuckles. Twisting and turning them, preparing my ass for him. Thrusting them in and out, as he continues eating his pie. I continue to beg and plead, "fuck me, fuck me, god fuck me NOW!" I screamed as he is twisting and turning three fingers in my ass. I am literally going insane, with desire for his hard, huge, engorged cock. 

As he slides his fingers out, he tells me "flip over and get your ass in the air." I instantly respond. 

In position and unable to wait, I reach around and grab his massive cock and try driving my cunt onto it. But he is quicker, he pulls back, slaps my ass, and hands me my vibrating dildo. I start inserting it and he said "stop, put it on your clit." 

He lubes his cock and enters my ass. With the vibrator sending my body into spasm I automatically push back towards him forcing his cock deeper into my ass. He grabs my hips, holding them tight he rams me harder and harder, going faster and getting in all the way. He is now as deep in my ass as he can go. I squeeze my ass together as he pulls out and pushes back in. 

God I am cumming, I am cumming. "Get in my cunt please, please," I beg master, "please!!" 

"No," I will release my juice deep in you ass. "Stick the dildo in your cunt, so I can feel the vibration too."

I have never felt so full, or so royaly fucked in my life. He starts ramming my hips into his groin as he continues to fuck me, over and over. He is now moaning, groaning with ecstasy. He grunts and gives on hell of a shove as he starts to release his essence. 

I have reached a climax never before experienced and literally shooting cum and my dildo out of my cunt. At the same time he gives me two more groans and drives the last of his juice home. We both collapse, panting, waiting to get our pounding hearts and breath back to normal. 

As he rolls off of me and onto his back, I turn over placing my head on his chest. Laying there for about a minute when he whispers in my ear, "Bitch that was stupendous, now get me my dinner, I am ravished, I need substance Bitch if you want any more fucking tonight." I knew tonight would be spectacular but this, this is going to be the most awesome night ever.

I proceed to get the steaks on the bar-b-que, salad, fruit and wine out. This tee shirt of his works great as a make shift sundress. It sure is nice being able to cook in next to nothing. The meat is ready, (his will be ready again soon too), we can sit down and eat. 

We are almost finished, I take a cube of pineapple, walk over to him, place it between my lower lips and present it to him. It feels cool and very intoxicating as he sticks his tongue just under it. Hooking it on to his tongue as it slips up to my clit. 

Sitting on the table just in front of him, my legs spread on either side of him, I reach behind me and take a wedge of honeydew melon, placing all but a small end up my cunt. He pinches it between his finger tips and slides it completely into my cunt, as he moves it from side to side, in and out. Pulling it out, he tilts his head back, places it on his tongue. I trickle some wine on it as he slides it into his mouth, chews and swallows. 

Grabbing a grape and splitting it in half, he rubs it up and down my cunt. What a wet, cool, sensational feeling. Bringing it up to my mouth, I open then swallow as he drops it in, awesome tasting.

Taking a piece of watermelon, I rub it all over my breasts. Lean forward so that he can suck off the juice while I eat the melon. God, having him savouring the sweet liquid as his mouth devours my nipples and breasts. Shit am I getting horny. Before I have too much cum dripping I better move on, there is still a few more pieces my cunt would love to taste. 

The sliver of cantaloupe is so wet, chilling, and starts to warm up as I run it from cunt to bud, bud to cunt. In and out and up to my clit, applying a little pressure on my sweet bud. Moving it in a circular motion and then down and into my cunt, back up to my clit. Now just letting it slide in and out of my very fruity pussy. Taking it out I swirl it in my wine before taking a bite and sharing the rest with my Master. 

Taking his glass he has me lay back and lift my ass. He places the end of a spoon just inside my cunt to widen and keep it open as he pours in the remainder of his wine. Feeling it run in, I get a fucking rush. He take the spoon out and gets on his knees. Pulling my ass just over the end of the table he proceeds to insert his tongue and release the fruity, spirited, nectar into his mouth, finally quenching his insatiable thirst. 

Moving his tongue around sucking as he swallows is just driving me berserk. With the final remains in his mouth he takes his tongue out, gets up, leans over me and gives me a deep tongue kiss that sends the delicious nectar down my throat. With most of the fruit eaten, it is time to clean up and move on with our evening.

With our mess cleaned up it is time to head downstairs. To our room of lust and wanton desires. As I enter the room, I see he has a few things in place for our night of sexual fulfillment. We remove what clothing we have on and get into bed. Wanting to take that marvellous cock deep into my mouth I start to nibble my way down his chest. 

He tells me, "stop, tonight, before you get this cock anywhere, you will prove to me that you can hold back cumming, until I am ready or be punished." It could be a painfully, blissful night.

As instructed I lay on my back, he extends my arms over my head and secure my hands in the ties that are attached to the headboard. Placeing two fluffy pillow under my lower back raising my ass up off the mattress, brings up my knees and secures my feet into leather stirrup's he has designed and place on the side of the bed. Which makes my legs partly extended but bowed wide at the knees, exposing my clit, cunt and ass for his playing pleasure.

As he places himself between my very opened thighs, kissing and nibbling from my groin up to my breasts, sending yearning throughout my body. He reaches my nipples and takes one in his mouth and one between his finger tips. Rubbing these very tender tips with finger and tongue, he has me sighing in pleasure. Milking one and sucking the other, switching back and forth, milking, rubbing, sucking, god it feels so good, I can feel the climax building. Knowing if this keeps up I will be punished for cumming. I hold back, knowing it is a fruitless effort. 

As he gently suckles each tit, I have started to thrust them into his face, he sucks in more. He has my nipple in the back of his mouth between his teeth he rotates his jaw. I start to moan with the excitement that is building down deep inside my body. "Ohhhh that is sooo good." I am unable to keep from cumming. "Oh my god, Ohhh babe, more, more!!", I scream as I go into a orgasm that releases a stream of hot cum. 

"WHAT did I tell you bitch, tell me." 

"You said if I came before you were in side me that I would be punished." 

"So what happens now Bitch?" 

"I will be punched?" I started to plead with him, "but Master you are thee greatest lover that there is, how do you expect me not to cum, when you are thee Master at making me want you, crave you, desire you?" 

"Doesn't matter, you have to learn to restrain yourself so that you explode all over me, that is what I want. Do you understand Bitch." 

"Yes Master."

Master takes his fingers and slides them into my wet cunt. Moving them inside of me, I start to fuck them. The faster he thrusts them the harder I squeeze my muscles around them. Over and over he continues, as my cunt is getting moister with every thrust, I start raising my ass to meet his thrusts. He pulls them out and rubs my clit with them, making my body go into spasms. As I start to sigh and moan with pleasure, I feel his very wet fingers rub against my nipples, covering them with cunt juice. 

He then cup the underside of my breast, pushing it upwards and instructed me to lower my head, I do so. Then he commands me, "suck it clean," as he forced the tip into my mouth, "suck it clean, Bitch." 

I shook my head no, in response. The next instance, I feel a electric shock go through my other breast as he zapped it with a small battery. Screaming out my protest, only got it shocked again and a command to suck it clean. "It's your cum, your mess, and suck until you start to climax." So I did as I was told, but he did the other one.

Low and behold, wouldn't you know it, the climax was starting to build. He released my breast, as I did, and moved down south. Placing his tongue on my clit he started doing little circles, applying more pressure as he went along, placing more of his tongue down each time. With the flat of his tongue he generated it up and down my cunt, stopping to add pressure at my clit and sticking the tip in my cunt as he got to it.

OH god, how he was making me so bloody horny. I started to raise my ass and thrust my cunt into his face as his tongue entered the pussy's cave. Leaving his tongue in there I start to go into fuck mode. Begging , pleading for his cock. "Please master, please," with short raspy breaths I continue to beg, "your cock, I need your cock." 

He removes his tongue and slips in three fingers as his mouth goes straight up and latches onto my clit. I am thrusting as he sucks and bites. 

OH shit, if this keeps up I will cum again. So good, electrifying vibrations are just zipping through my entire body. I start screaming, "fuck me, fuck me, god please fuck me!!" 

I am fucking his fingers in rapid succession of thrusting my clit up hard into his face. This is driving me insane. Still bound I am frantically thrashing my body up and down, panting so hard, with gasps of breath, "OH shit, oh god, OH god, Master, please, your cock, your cock inside of me, please, your cock NOW," is all that escapes, as cum shoots out. 

He stops, looks at me, with that grin on his face and twinkle in his eye, (he just loves making and watching me cum), I hear: "You couldn't wait you slutty little greedy Bitch!!"

He reaches into the night stand drawer and produces his short cattail whip. Sitting between my spread legs, with his legs extended up by my sides, he rests his cock up between my lips, slightly, ever so slightly he moves it, as he whips my breasts, leaving small welts all over them. "I am sorry, please stop, please," I start begging with tears running down my cheeks. 

"I told you, bitch, I told you!!" 

He slides his ass down the bed, as he smacks the inside of my thighs, red welts start to appear. Screaming, sobbing, tears streaming down my face,(I'm a good actress with tears), I try to close my knees together, but he stops me, and zaps my precious bud with that fucking little battery. The jolt that goes through out my body is horrifying, but strangely stimulating. 

With a sobbing voice and tear stained eyes, I scream, "stop, stop, OK I'll do it right, just stop please!"

So, given another chance, I start to relax as he gently lets his fingers play in my cunt as his mouth is sucking my clit. He sucks my bud into to his mouth and proceeds to massage it with his tongue. God I feel so good. 

I feel his thumb press against my anal opening, and then in it goes. Fingers in my cunt, thumb up my ass, clit in his mouth, I am in heaven. Then he pinches his fingers and thumb together just as he bites my hard protruding bud. Holy fuck, that sends simultaneous pain and awesome pleasure sensations surging through out my body. As I close my muscles around his fingers and thumb, I feel him pull them out. 

With out missing a beat I feel my vibrator slide in my cunt, on HI and two go fingers go up my ass. This is hell, it feels so good. "Oh Baby, harder, harder, please please, OH, OH my, OH, OH," my body is starting to spasm, climax is building very quickly. 

"Please Master, fuck me, fuck me please. Oh god, I need your cock, need your cock inside me, fuck me, fuck me, ohhh yeah baby." 

I feel his fingers leave my ass, and toy leave my cunt, making me sigh with disappointment, but also with longing as I know that his cock will only be seconds from entering. "OH god, yes babe, yes," 

I feel his huge engorged cock penetrate me. He releases my legs and I wrap them around his body, locking my feet together over his back. I draw him close to me. Using them to lift my ass as I really start fucking that awesome Johnson. Ramming it in and out, faster, harder, faster.




A Dream Come True



I am pleading, "Cum Babe, cum, give it to me, give it to me, harder, harder, so, so good." 

"OH my, OH my," I feel the start of my release. "Cum Master, cum Master," I repeat as I feel his essences moving through his shaft. 

"Yes, yes," as I lift and thrust my ass as he rams his cock deep and again deeper.

Panting and almost out of breath, I scream, "cum with me, cum with me, OH yeah, yes." 

I feel his release deep inside as I let my cum go. One, two hard frantic thrusts and his shaft is drained. As he collapses on top of me, we softly feel our body's slowly winding down. 

And he says, "You did good bitch, you did good." 

As we lay entwined in each others arms, savouring what we just shared, I can't help but think that this has definitely been worth the wait. The best part is, that it isn't over yet, I still have tomorrow morning. "It is getting late," 

I whisper, not wanting to break the serenity of the atmosphere, "we should be getting a shower and then get to bed." He agrees and reluctantly we separate and head to the shower.

God this really feels good as the water rains over us. Our caresses are so soothing and relaxing as we take turns lathering up each others body's. Just feeling his hands gently scrub all the tender spots he just finished fucking so ravishly. And to feel his body slightly quiver in response to my fingers moving over his as I lather him is quite a ego booster. But it is late, we get out, dry off and head to bed. Laying in his arms, are body's entwined, we fall a sleep almost instantly.

I just love taking his whole cock into my mouth, when it is small and soft. Gently rolling my tongue around it. Tightening my lips at the base of the shaft and just sucking the head. Feeling it grow hard and big under my seductive tongue's caresses. Just dreaming about it I know my body is responding to the sexual overtures of thought. 

As I wake from my dreamy thoughts and open my eyes, I realize it is still very early morning, and I wasn't just dreaming. I have his beautiful cock in my mouth. Well I've gone this far might as well finish. Not only is his cock in my mouth but I realize that his fingers are rubbing my clit.

Sucking up and down his now huge cock, I feel it hit the back of my throat. He rolls me on top of him with my knees on both sides of his head, so as I am sucking he can too. He starts thrusting as I start rocking back and forth. What a awesome sensation.  

I feel his cock slid into my throat as his tongue enters my cunt and then comes out and up to my clit. Closing my throat to keep his head just slightly down it, so that when I rock back it gives it a little tug and squeeze as it comes up into my mouth. I feel both our climaxes, really starting to build. 

He is thrusting harder and faster. Pushing me downwards he inserts four fingers into my cunt. Now I start squeezing them, fucking them as fast as he is thrusting his cock down my throat. I can feel his cum coming up his shaft. As he drives it into my throat, I start to swallow to keep it there as he thrusts 3 more times, shooting his very essences deep in my throat. 

I can feel it run down into my stomach. Ramming and turning his fingers inside my cunt he brings me to orgasm as I explode my juice. With a sigh of satisfaction, I turn my body around and engage in a very sensual thank you kiss. 

Feeling wonderfully exhausted, I lay my head on his chest, glance at the clock, it's 2:30. Better get back to sleep, I have some pleasurable work to do in the morning, before I go to work.

I wake to the feeling that someone is watching me. As I open my eyes, it is him, Master. I stretch and give a big sigh. It is so nice waking up to him in my bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a very, very arousing good morning kiss. As we lay embracing each other, I feel that something is very much awake already this morning. This is going to be a super start to a great day.

As I let my hand cup his steadily growing cock, he rolls me on to my back, spreads my legs and gets in-between them. I feel him start to suckle my nibbles. It is a super feeling this early in the morning. All I can do is sigh with pleasure. He gently nibbles from one to the other. Sucking them harder and harder, I feel my nipples firm up in response. There is a tingling sensation going all the way to my toes. He starts to trail kisses down my belly and straight to my sensitive bud, which is starting to open and flower beneath his touch. 

He is running his tongue up and down and from side to side of my cunt. Easily bringing me to my first small climax. Moaning my pleasure, he starts to suck and nibble my ruby bud. Taking more and more, his suction keeping it taunt as he flicks the tip with his tongue. This has me thrusting my cunt into his face. I try to speak but all that comes out is, "OH babe, OH my god, fuck me, fuck me, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

He just continues to suck, bit, and torture me with ecstasy. As I feel the juice running down my ass, he releases my clit and proceeds to run his fingers down by my ass and up to my clit. Rubbing all that escaped juice around my ass and over my clit, applying pressure where need be to have me panting and begging for more. He slips three fingers into my cunt and lets me fuck them for about a minute or two, then slips two into my ass. 

He whispers, "we are going to get this ready and this morning we will fuck both."

He moves his fingers around just inside my ass for a minute and then pulls them out. Laying on his back, I get on my knees, just beside him with my butt facing him, I take his amazing cock into my hot watering mouth.

As I circle my tongue around the head and up and down his shaft, I feel him insert a couple fingers into my cunt and place his thumb on my clit where he proceeds to excite both making his fingers very wet. I am now sucking his cock hard, and taking it deep into my throat. Suck, release, deeper and deeper I take him until I feel him enter my throat. I have a gag reflex as he shoves two fingers knuckle deep into my ass. As I relax my gag relax and take him into my throat he moves his fingers in and around my ass, stretching and making me ready for him. 

I feel myself cumming. Sucking harder on his cock, fucking him with my mouth, he inserts his fingers back into my cunt to get them wet with my juice. This time as I take him into deep into my throat, he inserts three fingers onto my ass. Stretching my ass so I can soon receive his cock with ease. 

As I am fucking his fingers he is thrusting his cock just as vigilantly down my throat. I stop and moan, "fuck me babe, fuck me." 

He pulls out his fingers and replies, "OK, get up here and sit on it", "take it deep into your cunt and fuck me Bitch, fuck me hard!"

I straddle his body, taking his cock deep into my hot, juicy awaiting cunt. As I move up and down clamping my cunt muscles as I move, he is rubbing my clit making me fuck him like a freight train leaving town. "Fuck Babe, fuck Babe, god how you fill me."  

As I fuck faster taking him deeper and squeezing harder each time, he starts to moan along with me. This is ecstasy. I start to scream my pleasure and he is saying, "fuck me Bitch, come on fuck me harder, harder." I feel that we are both coming into our climax. 

Can't wait for him to shoot his cum inside me. As I am moaning "fuck me babe fuck me," 

I hear "in you ass bitch, in your fucking ass." As I move up this time, I let him slip out, using my hand I gently glide his engorged, super slipper cock into my ass. 

As I start to slide down on his cock, I feel him thrust up to meet me. Getting him just inside, he thrusts again sending his cock deep into my ass. Now he is really working my precious bud, making my cunt spasm and my ass close around his cock as it moves up and down his shaft. Still rubbing my clit I start to reach a climax. 

"Oh god Babe, cum Babe, cum with me." I start to move faster and faster on his cock. I can feel myself starting to release. He grabs me by the hips and pushes me all the way down on his cock. 

I know he is ready, "OH god I am cumming," I scream! He rams my hips down again, releasing his essence deep in my ass. With a grunt and moan of pleasure, he repeats this two more times. Closing my ass around his cock I squeeze him until all his cum is deposited deep, deep inside my ass. 

God we are both so pleasantly exhausted. Panting to catch my breath, I lift my ass off his cock and collapse beside him. With his arm around me he pulls me close, kisses my forehead as I lay my head on his chest. As we relax and come back down to earth, I hear his heart beating and realize by his breathing, he has drifted off into a blissful slumber. As I have some time before I need get ready for work, I happily doze with him. My last thoughts, I will remember this night till the day after forever. 



A Dream Come True



They were doing it. They were finally getting together after all this time. 'Just a cup of coffee'. They had promised each other that was what it was going to be; just a time to finally meet and look in each other's eyes face to face. They had spent so much time getting to know each other online it was almost surreal. Sure, they had traded pictures but they weren't the kind of pictures that one masturbated to just to get off. They shared pictures of their lives ... her horses, his camping trips, their kids. They had shared their dreams, their passions, what they wanted out of life. 

But Dan had wanted more than Cindy could give at the moment. He wanted what she had tried to give to another and failed; her heart. And now it was just a tattered, broken shell of what it used to be that she had successfully locked away behind a high tower encrusted with thick veins and thorns and she had become pretty damned comfortable sitting up high in that tall reclusive shelter of walls. He kept chipping away at the base of her tower, which didn't bother her too much until he would get frustrated and act like he was going to walk away. Funny how that would make her move to the one window way at the top and peek out to see if he was really going to just give up and go away when something inside of her didn't want him to.

After all the time that had passed, Cindy was surprised that he had never quite given up on her even though, online, he had moved on to be with someone else. He told her that he was lonely and she didn't blame him. She never expected him to stick around and wait on her to get my shit together. But they kept coming back together ... kept talking and building on the foundation of what they had started and she felt her walls crumbling a little bit more each time they spent together.

They finally decided that they would meet offline. Dan was coming her way with his new job and setting up the website for a company not twenty minutes away from her and would be here for a few days. It was the perfect opportunity to just get together, chat a bit and meet someone that they genuinely cared for, even if it was only as friends. 

But even knowing that it was just a meeting between friends, Cindy took her time preparing for this meeting. She wanted to look her best. Donning a brand new suede tulip skirt in a light camel color that came just above her knees, an irresistibly romantic lace-trimmed v-neck Mohair sweater that was the soft color of a robin's egg, and knee-eye chocolate suede boots with metal eyelets, Cindy felt undeniably sexy with a hint of class. She wasn't sure what he expected but she wanted to make a good impression. Glancing in the mirror one last time at the soft curls of golden-hued auburn that cascaded down over her shoulders and swayed down her back, she had to smile at the reflection of a girl that looked not a day over twenty-nine. She could definitely live with that.

They had agreed to meet at a Starbuck's that was about halfway distance between Cindy's house and Dan's hotel so it was convenient, safe and to boot, one Cindy's favorite places to just relax, chill and get to know someone who she felt she had already known for years. As her car drew nearer to the destination, she began to feel the nervous butterflies well up in her belly. She hadn't been on a real "date" since her divorce and even though she wouldn't necessarily categorize this meeting as a date, she knew that it had the beginnings of one marked all over it. 

Pulling into the parking lot, Cindy took a moment to check her make-up one last time, mostly a nervous habit, pressing her lips together to even out her lipstick and then flashed a smile into the lit mirror. It was now or never. Turning off the ignition and dropping the keys into her suede purse, she stepped out of the car, maintaining her false bravado as she locked the door behind her and headed up the walkway to the intimate but chic coffee shop. She knew what he looked like ... and she wanted to start searching the place as soon as she walked in the door but kept telling herself to play it cool. Cindy's eyes scanned the place quickly as she headed to the counter, a soft smile playing over her lips as she ran into one of her favorite baristas, Lynne. She and Cindy used to teach together at the same school so she already knew what Cindy's usual was without her even having to say a word. "Hey Lynne," Cindy said, pulling out her money as she tried to look casual but Lynne could see something was up.

"Okay, what are you doing in here, looking like THAT on a Saturday night?" she asked before relaying Cindy's order and then leaned against the counter some as there were no other customers behind her to find out what was going on.

Cindy couldn't help but laugh some, resting a hip against the counter as her eyes scanned the intimate and dimly lit seating area with a half smile. Not seeing him yet, she softly replied, "Well, if you must know, I'm meeting a friend," shifting her gaze to Lynne to add, "For the very first time."

Lynne seemed to perk, her smile radiant as she replied in a cheerful but low voice, "Bout damn time you got out and had some fun. Where are you meeting the lucky guy?"

Cindy laughed, smiling to Chuck and blowing him a kiss as he passed her the steaming cup of a specialty brew that Lynne had recommended but she never knew what it consisted of. "Here," Cindy replied quietly, taking a slow sip as she gazed at her over the rim.

"Get out," Lynne whispered in an excited voice, her gaze darting around the place for a moment before replying, "What's the guy's name?"

"Dan," Cindy replied quietly, taking another sip. "He's traveling through on business, staying for a few days, giving us a chance to meet for the first time. We met online," she explained.

Lynne's eyebrows furrowed some as she stood up, glancing over to Chuck and Walt cleaning equipment. "Didn't we have a Dan in here just a few moments ago?" she asked and Cindy could feel her heart going a million miles a minute in the confines of her soft, Mohair sweater.

Cindy turned quickly, her fingers tightening on the cup in her hand. He was already here? Or was he? But she couldn't see him anywhere. Maybe he had changed his mind. She wasn't late ... was she? Glancing down at the delicate watch wrapped around her wrist, she began to feel somewhat sick. 

"Calm down, sweets," Lynne replied, shooting Cindy a smile. "He didn't look stupid enough to walk away from a chance to meet you. In fact," she added with a knowing look and a quick wink, "He was kind of cute!"

Cindy chuckled, cast Lynne a wink and went to find a seat that semi-faced the door. She wanted to be prepared when he walked in and see him first. Getting surprised always got the best of her and she wanted to remain coy and aloof.

Cindy hadn't been sitting there long when she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck and two strong hands resting on her shoulders. She almost jumped out of her skin! "Hello Cyn," came the deep voice and without even turning around, she knew who it was.

She took a deep breath to calm the nervous butterflies that were threatening to erupt out of her mouth and drown in the coffee cup that she slowly lowered to her lap as her free hand reached up to gently cover his hand on her shoulder and turned slightly to gaze up at him. A soft smile flickered over Cindy's lips as their eyes locked and she could see that he looked as speechless as she felt. "Dan," she breathed, his name rolling off her tongue like a familiar poem. 

His smile took her breath away and in that instant she could see everything they had shared online was real. He DID make her heart flutter wildly and more than anything, she wanted to pull him close and show him that she desired him even though she acted like a scared rabbit online. But here, with him standing right in front of her, she wanted their dreams to come true. 

"You look beautiful, Cyn," he said, lifting one of her hands to his lips to press a tender kiss to the inside of her wrist; one of Cindy's weak spots and he knew it! Her eyes followed him appreciatively as he moved around her to sit down at the table with a half-gone cup of coffee and in that moment, she knew that he had been here a while and that everyone in the place was part of his plan to keep her in the dark.

Swiveling her gaze to Lynne and her little entourage', Cindy saw Lynne blush, grin and duck for cover in the back room and she couldn't help but laugh as she looked back at Dan with an amused twinkle in her eye. "How did you manage to get my friends involved in this?" Cindy asked.

"Oh," he began, looking at her over the small space that separated them, "I have my ways." Cindy didn't doubt him for a second.

They were sitting on two plush chairs that were sitting in an L-shape next to one another. If she were to cross her legs the other way, she could run her foot right up his pants leg. Cindy actually considered it for a moment as she took a sip of her coffee and just looked at him. Dan wasn't model gorgeous ... those kind of men didn't usually appeal to her anyway. She considered those guys "eye candy" unless something happened to prove her differently. But the outdoorsy, rugged sportsman type of guy was more her type. Cindy was a country girl at heart and she loved to be outside doing things and men that have that "aura" about them, attracted her faster than a 'pretty boy'. Dan was her kind of man and she smiled gently as their eyes locked. "I bet you do," she replied, not being able to not tease him with a little bit of a sexual innuendo. After all, that was one of the things she did best.

Dan laughed, always appreciative of the little banter that they had between them; forever on the brink of teasing and Cindy knew he loved it. But it was different now. Now they could see each other's faces and reactions when the teasing started. She could see a burning fire light up in the back of his eyes and could feel a soft blush kiss m her cheeks as he just looked at her with this unabashedly open look of hunger. It was making Cindy even more nervous to just see him watch her, his eyes falling to take in the way she was dressed, lingering on the curve of her breasts and the cleavage that showed by the V-neck of her sweater and then back up to her eyes where he just seemed to grab hold of them and not let go. It was a very powerful and overwhelming feeling.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Cindy tried small talk. She needed something to ease up the sexual intensity that she could feel thicken between them. She definitely wasn't ready for THAT but the more he looked at her, the more she could feel it affecting her. She shifted some, hoping that her hardening nipples weren't poking out beneath the softness of the Mohair sweater but without even looking down, she knew they were. It was apparent in the way his eyes kept moving from her face to the swell of her breasts.

"So, have you been here long?" she asked, lifting a hand to push back an errant curl that had curled over her shoulder and laid over the rise and fall of her left breast.

"Not long," Dan replied, leaning forward a bit to set his coffee cup down and then folding his hands together, rested his elbows on his knees as he looked at her. There was so much in his eyes that Cindy wanted him to put voice to but at the same time, she was afraid she knew exactly what he was thinking and honestly, she wasn't sure she was ready to really hear it. "I got here just in time to get a coffee before you showed up," he added with a smile.

Cindy took a sip of her coffee, her taste buds rejecting the bitter brew for something she knew they would much rather be enjoying right now as her eyes shifted from his down to his lips. "I'm glad you didn't have to wait too long," she replied, glancing back up to him again.

Dan turned more towards her, a smile lit over his lips and she sensed it before it even happened. His right hand moved towards her, sliding over the knee of her leg that was crossed over the other. Cindy sat mesmerized momentarily as she saw it slide down her calf to the leather of her boot and then slide upwards again, this time beneath the edge of her skirt. Her breath hitched in her throat as she pretended to be more interested in the coffee in her cup than the sudden lurching of her belly or the tightening of her body at his simple touch. She wanted him to keep going and all the sudden she was very sorry that they had agreed to meet somewhere so public like Starbuck's. She wanted to be alone with him.

He must have read her mind because Cindy felt his hand suddenly pull free of the knee beneath her skirt and reach for her hand, pulling her slowly upwards with him as he stood. "Let's get out of here," he said in a low but strong voice. It wasn't a question but more of a statement of what they both knew was only a matter of time before it became a reality. 

Cindy's fingers curled around his as her other hand set down the half-empty cup of coffee, the last thing on her mind one of their specialty blends. Instead her head was now full of all the places on his body she wanted to explore with her hands and tongue. And then they were walking out the door, hand in hand, heart to heart. She had never felt this drawn to anyone before in my life. Dan just simply ... touched her.

She'd recall every moment that it took for them to get from the coffee shop to his hotel if Cindy could remember it. But she couldn't. It was as if they just melted into each other's arms and wound up standing together, limbs entwined and mouths locked onto the other as if it was a life force that they couldn't live without. All she knew was that even though she wanted to press to go faster so that she could lie in his arms like she had dreamed of doing so many times before, it was all in slow motion and Cindy was enjoying every heart-stopping moment of it.

They fell onto the bed together, their limbs entangled and his hard body pressing hers down into the bed. But it was the kiss that sealed Cindy's fate. As his kiss deepened and his arms wrapped around her, she shifted beneath him to accept his weight, wrapping one arm around him as her lips parted beneath his. Her other hand had a definite mind of its own as it slid up to the back of his neck, the slender fingers plunging into his hair. 

Dan moaned softly against her lips as his tongue slid into her welcoming mouth and she could feel his hips press firmly against hers in blatant desire. Soft, uncontrollable whimpers escaped into the recesses of his mouth as her hips shifted to rub up against his. Cindy's fingers were rubbing the nape of his neck just below the hairline as her tongue delved past his into his mouth to taste every inch therein. She was starved for him.

Cindy could feel him shiver as her fingers teased his neck even as their kiss deepened. His fingers slid up into the thick, soft tresses of her golden-kissed auburn mane as his other hand slid beneath the skirt to her left hip and yanked her hard up against him. Cindy could feel the throbbing hardness between his legs causing a soft purr to rumble through her throat to vibrate into his mouth as her tongue tangled with his.

She was inhaling his breath as if she was dependent upon it for her very life as her fingers stroked the nape of his neck in a wanton, arousing caress. Shifting one leg to wrap around his, it caused the skirt that she wore to ride upwards on her thighs, exposing her scantily clad cunt that hungered to grind up against the growing bulge trapped in his jeans. 

Dan growled softly against her lips, his kiss deepening and growing more passionate with the lust that had burned between them for so long, kept in check by the computer screens that had kept them separated. But there was nothing now to keep his shuddering form from grinding into her, beginning a rhythm that she quickly matched. 

Cindy moaned, unable to stop her trembling beneath him as his growl echoed in her ear. Shifting her hips so that when he thrust up he would be entering her if not for the barrier of their clothes, she couldn't help but wonder if he could feel just how wet she was through the thick material of his jeans. Sucking his tongue deeper into her mouth, she could hear his deep groan as he pushed up against her more than willing body.

Dan's hands began to tug at the annoying clothes that covered her, his frustration apparent that they were still dressed as his kiss became more demanding, more sporadic. Cindy couldn't help but gasp reflexively as she struggled to aid in his removal of their clothes, unwilling to break contact with him even in the short moment that his shirt was tossed away. Her eager hands tugged on his shirt and jeans, needing to feel his naked against hers as soft whimpers and moans began to lift to his ears.

Dan shifted as his shirt came off and lifted up just enough to let her unbutton his jeans. Cindy's name rolled off his tongue in a soft growl as his jeans and boxers slid down to bare his shaft and then lay against her firmly, his hard cock pressed against her belly. She moaned deeply, her body arching naturally at the soft growl and pulled him back to her as their mouths collided once more in a savage kiss, mirror to the want that burned between them like a raging inferno licking along dried timber. Her hips thrust up against his in blatant invitation to go ahead and take what she had longed to give him for almost as long as she had known him.

Dan gasped softly as she finally offered her body to him, something he had dreamed about for almost as long as Cindy had, and he pushed up from her for a long moment to gaze down into her face, shaking from the core of utter desire he felt inside of him. As his eyes met hers, she knew that he was asking, without words, if this is really what she wanted. Meeting his gaze without hesitation, the smoldering blue depths of her eyes speaking things that she wouldn't dare give voice to ... not yet ... Cindy's arms answered his silent question; reaching to pull him back down against her, her lips moving against his in a whispered caress, "Please Dan," she begged in a soft needful cry.

That's all it took. Dan melted into their shared kiss again with a moan and shifted his hips to align his cock with the opening to her innermost being, sliding the head along the soft wet petals as his groan heated up with need and lust. Cindy shifted beneath him, her thigh moving from where it was wrapped around his leg to more of his bared hip, opening herself for his first thrust as her hand moved from the back of his neck to his shoulders. Her nails dug in as she felt his cock head drag over her wet, swollen slit and moaned deeply into his mouth as her hips pushed upwards, causing it to enter just a bit more into her moist depths.

Dan shuddered hard with a moan and pressed against her as the head slid into her tight sheath. Biting her lips sensually as his body tensed up to press into her, he suddenly drove his shaft deeply inside. With a deep inhalation, he stole her breath, the muscles in his chest and belly tensing up as his cock was surrounded by wet heat. Cindy couldn't control the shuddering beneath him as he surged forward, impaling her on his length. Her nails scored his back as she arched up beneath him with a groan of pleasure. As he marked her lips with his teeth, she could feel her cunt walls clamp around him as if they would never let him go.

Dan groaned deeply, drawing back to breathe, shaking as he looked into her eyes. "God, you feel good ..." he managed to say before taking a deep breath and surged forward again, gripping her hips firmly to drive his cock deeper into her tight, unused cunt. He growled sensually, shaking as his cock throbbed and her nails scratched at him like a cat's. Cindy could tell he loved the sensual feeling of the slight sting of pain as she arched up against him.




A Dream Come True



Cindy's lips parted as their eyes locked, his words permeating her entire being like a subtle orgasm that caused her cunt walls to tighten around him in a vise-like grip that milked his cock with each thrust forward. Long nails raked down his back to his hips where she dug in, her own hips thrusting up and grinding to heighten his pleasure. "Oh Dan ...right there," she managed to purr.

Dan growled in pleasure as she told him what she liked and she could feel him still completely for a moment to find the exact spot mentioned. Slowly, ever so slowly he pushed up, tensing his groin muscles to force his shaft to stiffen more. "Right ... right there?" he teased. The arch of her body answered his question but he drew back, forcing her to answer him verbally, just to hear the lust in her voice.

Cindy gasped, the breath seemingly sucked from her as he thrust right into the most sensitive spot locked in the velvety walls of her cunt, a shudder coursing through her as she arched up for more. She whimpered as he pulled away, the lust written across his face enough to send her into a frenzy as her nails bit into his hips to draw him back in. "Yessss, please ... Dan!" she cried out in wanton need.

He grinned, shuddering with the erotic pain of her nails digging into him and he pressed into her again to follow her instructions. Pushing hard into her, he slid across her g-spot skillfully, applying pressure dead center as if to make the spot spread over the head of his cock. He grunted and tightened the muscles again to make him stiffer and harder inside of her as she cried out with each hard push forward, banging the head of his cock into her cushiony flesh that seemed to shudder violently around him . Her head fell to the side, curtained by the golden-hued veil of crimson that covered her face in a silken caress as her hips as her hips thrust forward for more. Dan could feel her hands slide further up his back, unable to stay still as he growled softly in passion. He needed her just as much as she needed him.

He pulled back slowly just to press into her again, nice and slow this time but harder and more forceful to make the bud of her g-spot throb against the head of his cock. He jerked into her to make her scream and scratch at him, loving the feel of her body shuddering beneath him on the bed. "Right there?" he asked her again to tease and torture her, making her stay coherent enough to respond to him.

Cindy cried out, her body arching almost violently beneath his, her head snapping back up to face him as dark blue eyes widened, smoldering with the lust he had unleashed in her. Her nails dug into the fleshy part of his hips again as her walls clamped around him, her whole body beginning to spasm uncontrollably. "Yesss ... yesssss," she moaned, half of it choked on a sob.

Dan pushed into her hard and forcefully to keep her riding the orgasm, making her fly higher as he leaned close to whisper in her ear, "That's it baby ... cum hard. Don't stop." Lowering his mouth to nibble her neck, his hips began to gain a strong, stable rhythm, hard and forceful to keep her body on edge, driving deep to the hilt and back out again to the head ... in and out, in and out.

Cindy shuddered helplessly beneath him, his words sending her over the edge of that deep abyss that whispered her name, akin to flying as her head pushed back into the bed. Long lashes fluttered closed as she gasped for breath between her cries of passion. Her cunt walls clenched and spasmmed around him as her back arched deliciously up towards him as if begging for even more. "Dan ... oh god!" she sobbed.

"Oh yeah ... that's it baby," he spoke in a husky voice, shuddering as he watched her cum, smiling from ear to ear as he heard her cries that matched the shuddering he could feel deep inside of her. Thrusting harder into her against her spasmming cervix, he whispered, "Deeper baby, feel it ... just let go. I've got you."

Cindy's eyes fluttered open to find his penetrating gaze on her, moist parted lips gasping for breath as he continued to drive her over the edge again and again. Her whole body jerked and quaked beneath him, unable to stop it any more than she could stop herself from breathing in his essence as she clung to him. Her hips continued to thrust up to his, unable to get enough as she half moaned, half sobbed in her need for him; "Oh Dan ..."

Leaning down to kiss her sensually, Dan drove his tongue into her mouth in perfect rhythm with his cock. Pulling back to utter the same demand, he pushed against her cervix and past it just to feel her shudder uncontrollably. Pulling back again to thrust slightly shallower, he groaned out the words, "Come on baby, feel it from your toes to your head ... I've got you," before returning to her lips to hush her cries or words, keeping rhythm with his hips, hard and demandingly.

Clinging to him, Cindy's whole body seemed to arch and spasm in a multiple array of spectrums of light as he pushed her into a place that she had never been. Her body responded to his words like he had some magical hold over her, like she had been trained to do exactly as he said, vaguely aware of her nails scoring his shoulders. Her sobs were lost in the recesses of his mouth as she flooded him with her hot, sweet nectar.

Dan pushed her hard and demandingly, watching her closely to be absolutely sure he doesn't push her too hard. As she spasmmed hard from her core a few times around him, he jerked up into her cervix forcefully to spread her again, grunting hard as he came, his hot seed splashing into her ... filling her. He kept pressure on her, growling her name sensually into her ear. "Don't you dare stop, girl ... keep cumming," he demanded.

Cindy's cries began to blossom more into screams of delight, intermingled with uncontrollable moans that echoed from deep within. Her eyes closed in rapture as her body simply responded to him, her control slipping from the fingers that clung to his jerking body, a cry of passion echoing above the others as he exploded deep inside her; their cum intermingling, surging through her like a bolt of electricity.

Dan grunted hard as she quaked beneath him, milking him with all she's worth as he continued to cum, shaking as his cock jerked and his balls emptied into her. He cried out in pleasure, his hands clenching onto her hips only to pull her up against him, jerking into her just to hear her scream, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh yeah baby ... oh ... god!" and slowly ... slowly he began to let her go, shaking uncontrollably as he began to guide her down.

Cindy's moans were lost in the shout of his pleasure, her own screams of delight wrapping around his sounds like they were meant to intermingle together in this passionate embrace. Her body still shuddered and spasmmed around his cock as it jerked and erupted one last time, silver tears slipping down her cheek from the intensity of it as she simply moaned his name, "Dan ..." as her palms pressed him closer.

Dan melted against her, nestling his head against her breasts as he stroked her body, her hips and her thighs to guide her to come down. He was panting hard as she clung to him with her fingers splayed out over his back. She willingly accepted his weight as one hand seemed to move up on its own accord to press his head lovingly to her heaving chest. "Calm baby, just breathe," he whispered, pushing up some to watch her eyes as one hand reached out to caress her face, reading her body and its reactions.

Cindy could feel him pull back some, eliciting a soft whimper from her throat even as her eyes remained closed, eyelashes fluttering some as she felt her trembling body begin to calm, even if just for a bit. Gasping for breath as she lay beneath him with her thigh still wrapped around his hip, she softly called his name, "Dan ..." hearing his voice.

"Yes baby, I'm here," he said in a soft voice. "Come on back now, breathe." He watched her face fondly, stroking the beautiful assets of her cheek and temple.

Eyelashes fluttered as she tried to make her way back through the hazy fog of where he had taken her, still somewhat lost in the aftermath of their joining. She hadn't imagined it ever being this intense. A tremble snaked down her spine just with the intensity in which she had needed him as she finally managed to open her eyes which fell on his face wide-eyed for a moment before a shuddering sigh escaped her lips. The fingers of one hand reached up to gently touch his face as he gazed down at her.

Cindy inhaled deeply as a sudden shy smile kissed upwards on her lips, a soft blush lifting to her cheeks as her hands moved to cradle him close. Her eyes seemed to try and memorize his face and the way in which he looked at her in this moment, filing it into her memory for another time. Her voice was somewhat shaky and husky as she managed to whisper in a teasing voice, "Can we do that again?"

Dan simply laughed, his strong arms pulling her closer before he answered back as seriously as she had ever heard him speak, "Mmmm ... we sure can. Just give me a few minutes to breathe."

Cindy laughed softly, snuggling into his arms. He was like a dream come true and she never wanted to wake up ... ever again. 



A Dream Come True



MATH TEACHER, MRS. ROGERS

I was adopted by a loving couple and raised in a small town in Northeast Ohio. When I was 18 years old in high school, I developed a strong interest in math mainly because I had a very good teacher, Mrs. Pauline Rogers, who also was an attractive lady: about 5'2" and 120 lb, blonde, firm boobs, and slim legs. When ever I was close to her, I tried to inhale her intoxicating perfume. I worked hard to please her, who I guessed was about 35 years old. In turn, she was glad to have one male student interested in learning math. There were rumors that Mr. Rogers, a basketball coach, was cheating on her. I dreamt of being her lover and jacked off at least once each night imagining every conceivable sex act with her. 

When I was studying at the State University, I heard that Mrs. Rogers left the school district when her husband was transferred to Pennsylvania. After graduating in Computer Technology, I started working for a young IT company in Cleveland. 

YOUNG BETH

My 20-year old girlfriend, Beth, who was to start her sophomore year, came to see me on Saturday afternoons. She was a beautiful, vivacious, and intelligent, woman. She was also a good lover: she loved to have her boobs fondled and sucked for a long time, followed by having her pussy eaten. Having been called a nerd and avoided by many pretty girls, I felt lucky to have had Beth as my girl friend. She and I had been going out for about 18 months. I loved to fuck her tight, juicy, pussy, and Beth made sure I wore a condom every time we made love. Thus, it came as a surprise when she told me, "I missed my period. I'm late by couple of weeks."

I knew Beth wanted to get married. I recalled her words, 'The women in my family marry early.' Also, her family blamed me for ruining her young life. I was not ready to get married; however, I did not want to abandon Beth with a child. I said to her, "You know I love you. Let's elope and get married."

She had a large extended family and wanted to have a big wedding, but I held my ground and we got married in front of a judge with only a few friends in attendance. Beth and I agreed that she should continue her studies; thus, we saw each other only during weekends. Unfortunately, after about two months, she suffered a miscarriage. Soon afterwards, after her family convinced her to do so, she filed for divorce from me.

After dad retired, my parents moved to Raleigh, North Carolina. Soon, they had many friends who were also retired. One day, mom called to say that Dad bought a two-bedroom mobile home in Florida from a friend who was moving in to an assisted living home. She said, "We don't get as much snow in Raleigh as in Northern Ohio, but it does get cold during January and February."

I said, "A mobile home is not a safe place during a hurricane."

Mom said, "We plan to stay only the winter months when there are no hurricanes." 

After a pause, she added, "The mobile homes at Sandy Pines were built after hurricane Andrew. All are spacious and well-furnished. Our mobile home is at the end of a road with trees on one side, and friendly neighbors on the other three sides. We love our private fenced-in backyard and swimming pool."

A few years later, the company I was working for was bought up and a number of us found ourselves working part time. On top of that, it was a cold winter in Northern Ohio. Early March, I was talking to my parents and complaining about the bitter cold, when mom suggested I take a break in Florida; she suggested I could stay in their mobile home. I was to spend Wednesday-Friday with them and another two weeks after they returned to North Carolina; mom had to be back for an important event of her book club.

I flew to Orlando via Charlotte; from Charlotte to Orlando, I sat in an aisle seat next to a mother and an overactive son. Across the aisle was a friendly, attractive, lady with light brown hair, blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. She was dressed in jeans, a pink short-sleeve blouse, and sneakers, and had on costume jewelry: dangling ear rings and a necklace. We chatted about the full flight and other matters.

DEE ADAMS

At the airport baggage carousel, I was met by my mom and dad. As dad and I chatted, mom talked to the lady I met on the plane. 

Mom introduced the lady as, "Dee Adams, our neighbor." Dee again flashed that dazzling smile. 

Eagerly, I said, "We talked on the plane."

She said, "Yes, nice meeting you."

I drove my mom's car to Sandy Pines Park for about an hour. On the way, mom explained, "Pauline, behind our mobile home is a friendly lady and stops by often with a jar of jelly or a loaf of bread. Dee, next door, is also a friendly neighbor. Both Pauline and Dee are also from the north, but live here year round." After a pause, she added, "Pauline's husband, Fred Barnes, was much older than her; I guess about 20 years older. Fred died about a year ago in a nursing home. Pauline has been away to see her family near Wooster. I miss her."

Late Thursday morning was unusually warm. I looked out of the widow of my bedroom and saw Dee about 25 yards away, reading a book while sunbathing. She had on a wide-brim straw white hat, sunglasses, a white tank top, tapered thighs, well-toned legs, long neck; most of all, what made me stare at her were her lovely cleavage and large breasts that sagged sexily. I just could not help ogling her for a long time. 

That evening, under an awning next to the swimming pool, dad fixed drinks for mom and me. I volunteered to grill marinated chicken. My mom had invited Dee for dinner; she came dressed in shorts, a short-sleeve blouse, and high-heel sandals. She brought a bottle of wine that was served during dinner. Afterwards, we played card games; she and I played as a team against mom and dad. Dee was a much better player than me; when I complimented her on her talent, she said modestly, "I've had lots of practice."

Mom said, "Ted, now you know why we like it here; each week, we could go to three/four small parties."

Dad brought a boom box to the front porch and started playing a CD on it. Soon, mom and dad were dancing on the concrete apron. I asked Dee to dance with me and she agreed; she was a good dancer and we danced for several minutes while talking about the nice weather we were having. A short time later, she said, "I need help carrying a few boxes to my pick up." I nodded my head and, as I walked with her to her mobile home, she said, "I'm going to put some of my stuff in storage until I move in to a condo."

She and I loaded several boxes on a pick up and moved it under an awning. I was perspiring heavily. Dee also perspired and her sweat flowed down her cleavage creating wet spots. As we sat in her kitchen sipping ice water, I could see her nipples outlined under her sweat streaked clothes. When Dee saw me staring at her nipples, she said shyly, "Hope you like what you see of this old woman!"

I blushed and said, "You're not old. You're a beautiful woman. I can't help it."

Dee touched my face, looked in to my eyes, and said, "You flatter me, Ted. I knew you were watching me sunbathing this morning. I'm your mom's age." 

Eagerly, I said, "I don't care. I'm attracted to you."

She smiled and said, "You're sweet. Right now, I need a shower. You should go home." She walked with me to the front door where she quickly kissed my cheek and said, "Thank you for helping me. See you later."

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Next morning, as dad and I were loading my mom's car, Dee came to say goodbye to my parents. Mom told her that I was taking them to the airport and staying in their mobile home for several days. Mom turned to me and said, "If you need something, Dee can help you." I nodded my head. 

At the airport, when mom went to freshen up, dad confided to me that my mom had a lump in her breast. He said that both were hoping that the lump would be benign. We agreed that he would keep me informed of developments with mom. 

After I returned from the airport late afternoon, I put on shorts and a tank top, and sat under a tree reading the Saturday paper. I also put on sun screen. I saw Dee carrying a small box to the pick up truck; she was dressed in beige shorts and a white short-sleeve blouse. She waved to me and said, "I'm going to have iced tea. Want some?"

I said, "Sure, if it's not a bother."

She said, "No bother," and came with two glasses of iced tea and offered me one. When she asked to see the various ads on sales, I gave them to her. After she sat in a chair next to mine, we chatted as we read the paper. Again, I found Dee to be easy to talk to. 

Later, Dee said, "I can use your help storing the stuff we loaded."

I said, "Ok. It has cooled off a bit."

Dee drove her pick up to a mini storage where we unloaded her stuff. Afterwards, she drove to a bar and said, "The food is good here. They have happy hour specials." After a pause, she added, "This is my treat to thank you for your help."

I said, "Thank you."

After she ordered a light beer for herself, she said, "I love beer, but I got to watch my weight and limit myself to a bottle a day."

To tease her, I said, "You are celebrating today; you should have two."

Dee touched my hand on the table and said, "I think you're trying to get me drunk."

I said, "May be just get tipsy," and squeezed her hand; I was pleased when she did not pull her hand away until the waitress brought our beers. 

Dee had soup and salad, while I had a club sandwich. After finishing our meals, I asked her to dance with me in the bar area and she agreed. 

During a slow dance, she said, "I'm glad you do not mind dancing with an older woman."

I replied, "Based on the envious looks I am getting and the admiring looks you are getting, I would say no one cares about our age difference." 

While Dee smiled, I quickly added, "I think you are beautiful; I'm very glad to be with you."

She blushed and said, "I'm nervous. I have not dated since my husband left me."

I said, "I've been busy working. After my divorce, I did not go out for a year or so. I went out just a few times recently. Let's go slowly."

Dee said, "I think you should go out women your age. Tonight; we can watch a movie at my place."

After Dee turned on the TV, she sat next to me on the sofa, and snuggled with me. She said softly, "Ted, just hug me and hold me in your strong arms." It felt good to hug Dee. I inhaled her perfumed neck as I kissed it and slowly rubbed her slim arms. After a while, she got up, turned off one of the bright lights, and whispered, "This is so cozy," and softly French kissed me. After the movie ended, she again French kissed me. The movie was followed by a soft porn program featuring skimpily-dressed young blondes with big boobs. 

After watching the program for a few minutes, Dee said, "You should be hanging out with one of those young ones with huge boobs."

I looked in to her eyes, and said, "I'm sure they were enlarged considerably. I think you have much better ones."

Dee blushed and said, "Thanks. Mine are natural," and, after sitting in my lap, she French kissed me. When she felt my rigid erection in her crotch, she whispered, "I'm glad you're really turned on by me."

I mumbled, "Yes," and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Much to my delight, she removed her blouse and gently pulled my face in to her cleavage. After I kissed her cleavage and inhaled her perfume, I kissed her neck and exposed shoulders. "I need to freshen up," mumbled Dee and, after patting my crotch, left.

Several minutes later, I heard Dee whisper from her bedroom, "Come over, Teddy. Take your clothes off." Inside the bedroom, I saw she had on a black silk night gown; underneath it her boobs sagged sexily and her nipples were stiff. She pushed me to lie on my back on the carpeted floor; after she slowly impaled herself on my stiff cock, I felt her love juices coat my stiff cock. As she fucked me slowly, leaning forward, she offered me her boobs to suck. She pushed her crotch hard, back and forth, on my cock, and began to moan. I held on to her succulent boobs without climaxing, as she whimpered, "I got to have you. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhh. Cummming."

Dee smiled and whispered, "I'm glad you're still hard." Slowly, she got off of me, and moved to engulf my cock with her mouth and my mouth with her nectar-filled pussy. Gladly, I slurped Dee's love nectar and unloaded my stored cum in to her sucking mouth.

I must have dozed off for several minutes when I felt Dee snuggling with me. Later, we fell asleep on the floor.

When I woke up, Dee was talking on the phone. I saw she was dressed to go to work. I was putting on my clothes, when a group photo on Dee's dresser caught my eye. In the middle of it was Beth, my ex wife when she was 18 years old. 

We were having breakfast when I said, "I've to be honest with you. Are you related to the 'Charles' family? I was married to Beth Charles for a short time." 

After several moments, Dee said sadly, "I can't believe my niece, Beth, was married you. You looked vaguely familiar. I recognize you from her wedding pictures." 

After a long pause, Dee said, "We have to stop seeing each other."

I said apologetically, "I did not know you were Beth's aunt. I like you very much. No one will know. Let's talk it over."

Dee pleaded, "I need my family; I can't hide you from them. After a few years, I may be moving back to Ohio for the summers. You take care of yourself."

MEETING PAULINE IN FLORIDA

I knew Dee was right and that she had made up her mind to not see me. If there was a silver lining to our break up, it was that I had not gotten too fond of Dee.

For about a week, I stayed busy working on my computer in my parents' mobile home and out of Dee's way. I missed her, but I knew she would not see me; then, she moved out of her mobile home.

Late on Friday evening, I went jogging when it was not too warm. After jogging couple of miles, I passed two briskly walking petite women who waved to me. Later, while sipping beer, I was reading the day's newspaper on the front porch when a lady walked up the steps, and said, "You must be Ted Bradford. I'm Pauline Barnes your neighbor. I returned last night from Wooster." Pauline looked pretty even though she still had on her walking clothes. She had nice legs, wide hips, and a large bosom.

I said, "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Barnes. I saw you walking. Forgive me, but you remind me of my high school math teacher, Mrs. Rogers." 

Pauline said excitedly, "I am that Mrs. Rogers. I married Fred Barnes after divorcing my first husband. I remember you now. What happened to all your wild hair?" 

I laughed and said, "I lost most of it. I am so glad to see you, Mrs. Barnes." As I shook her hand, even after several years, I recognized her perfume. 

Pauline said, "You are a young man now, call me Pauline. You're handsome too. What's your weight? How tall are you?"

I blushed and said, "Ok, Pauline. I weigh about 180 lb; I'm just over 6 feet. Would you like to have a beer?"

I was delighted when she said, "Sure, a cold beer sounds good. My refrigerator is nearly empty. Bring me a glass of water too."

She talked about her family: she had a daughter and two grandchildren near Wooster; she went to attend a birthday of her grandson and got stuck in a heavy Lake Erie snow storm. 

She said, "I guess everyone at school knew my husband was cheating on me; he liked athletic, young, women. After my divorce, I met Fred, a widower. Before he retired, we began to spend part of the winter in Florida; he was sick for a whole year before he died. I am thinking of living in Florida most of the year."

We talked like old friends about the high school we both knew. I also told Pauline of my short marriage to Beth, divorce, and single life afterwards. I did not mention my brief affair with Dee. Our conversation became open and personal.

She asked, "How come you're home alone? Are you seeing any one?"

I said, "No. But, I'm looking."

Pauline said, "It's mostly old folks around here. You won't find many young women."

I said, "I don't think age is an important factor in dating."

She asked, "Would you date a woman say 15 years older than you?"

I said, "Sure, if I find her to be attractive and intelligent. My generation does not have old hang-ups when it comes to dating. I believe in happiness," and we clicked our beers as a toast to that hope.

After finishing her beer (I had two), Pauline thanked me and left.

SATURDAY WITH PAULINE

Next morning, I sat on the front porch enjoying the cool air, when Pauline stopped by and said, "Ted, my car is still in the garage and I need groceries." I noticed she had shoulder-length grey-blonde hair. She wore a red short-sleeve blouse and white shorts; she also had a sparkling smile and blue eyes underneath wire-rimmed glasses. She still seemed to be about 5'2" tall, but slightly heavy, about 130lb.

I said, "I need groceries too. I'll be glad to give you a ride after I shower, say in about 20 minutes."

I guess I did not say that I would pick her up after I showered and got dressed because she walked in to the living room as I was drying myself while watching a morning TV program. It so happened that I was rubbing my partially erect cock when I heard Pauline mumble, "Oh, my. Ahhh, I knocked on the door."

When I turned my head towards the door, I saw she had a dreamy look as she stared at my cock and my naked body. I mumbled, "I'm sorry, Pauline. I'll be back soon," and went to get dressed.

Later, as Pauline sat demurely in the passenger seat, I saw she still had nice, smooth, legs; also, she wore open-toe sandals and had red toe nails. She wore a multi-strand costume necklace and dangling ear rings. Her perfume smelled nice. 

As we shopped together, Pauline helped me select fresh fruits and vegetables; she told me: "I hope you like fruits and vegetables. I'm sure some of Fred's health problems were due to his mostly meat diet. I've given up eating red meat and pork." 

After shopping, as I helped her unload groceries, she said, "Ted, while you are here, please change a lamp for me. I'll hold the ladder for you."

After I changed the fluorescent lamp, I looked down to Pauline's sexy cleavage and then our eyes met. Blushing, she turned her head away. While we were drinking iced tea at the kitchen table, she told me, "I get my teacher's pension and Fred left me more than enough to live. But, I didn't expect to be widowed at my age." 

I said, "I'm sorry you were widowed at a young age."

In a sad voice, Pauline said, "Fred was so much older than me. He took care of me until he got very sick; over the last several years, we did not have much love between us."

I held her right hand and said, "A beautiful woman like you deserves better."

She smiled and asked, "You think I'm beautiful? You don't think I'm just an old widow?"

I said, "Yes, yes, you're beautiful. You're not old. In fact, would you have dinner with me?"

Blushing, Pauline said, "You're a nice guy, but I have to clean my place. If you have no other plans for tomorrow evening, please go to a birthday party for a good friend, Ruby, with me. She and I walk together; her daughter Nancy arranged the party; I understand only a few friends will be at her mobile home. We can have dinner here before we go to Ruby's. Let's see how the evening goes."

I said, "Thanks. I'll be here about five and bring a bottle of wine for dinner."

As I was leaving, Pauline hugged me, kissed me on my cheek, and said, "It will be a warm evening, put on light clothing."

SUNDAY WITH PAULINE

Sunday evening, I put on shorts and a tank top, and walked to Pauline's home. She had on beige shorts, a green tank top, and costume jewelry: dangling ear rings, three-strand necklace, and bangles on her small wrists. Her hair looked more silver than blonde and shiny. She looked alluring and blushed when I said, "You look lovely."




A Dream Come True



She blushed and said, "Thanks. Let's visit for a few minutes before dinner." 

Pauline poured herself a glass of the white wine from the bottle I gave her and I gladly accepted a can of cold beer. For dinner she served baked fish fillet and vegetables, and rolls of bread. After dinner, she was pleasantly surprised that I picked up the dirty dishes and helped her load the dishwasher. 

She said, "Fred rarely helped me in the kitchen. Your mom must have taught you well."

I said, "Yeah, I helped my mom cook and clean."

In the small kitchen, it was unavoidable to run in to each other and one time Pauline giggled when she grazed her chest on my back.

Afterwards in the kitchen, Pauline said, "I have a kink near my shoulder blade. I did not have a good seat on the plane."

I said, "Let me rub it," and, as I pressed my right palm around the right shoulder blade, Pauline moaned in relief, and leaned in to me. My cock grew stiff as I held her close to me with my left fore arm around her neck.

Pauline cooed, "It's been a long time since I hugged a man. It feels good. Fred was not much in to hugging and kissing."

Taking the hint, I turned her to face me and French kissed her passionately. I was delighted when Pauline pushed her tongue in to my mouth. After our kiss ended, she held my face with both hands and looking in to my eyes, whispered, "You're a handsome man. I'm glad you like me. You're so young."

I said earnestly, "I care for you. Let's have a nice evening."

Pauline squealed when I lifted her up in my arms and French kissed her passionately; during the kiss, she threw her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. But, as she looked in to my face, I saw apprehension in her face. She said, "Let's go to Ruby's party." 

I thought it would be a good idea to get her out and said, "Let's go."

RUBY'S PARTY

As we walked to the party, I said, "Tell me about your friends." 

Pauline said, "Fred and I met them at a Fourth of July picnic. Nice people. Ruby is a bubbly, happy, person; she was widowed about two years ago. She helped me deal with my grief for Fred. Nancy is an attractive young woman." 

At Ruby's mobile home, we heard music, and found several middle-aged and older couples on the front lawn. A friendly man said, "The birthday girl is in the den." 

Pauline and I went looking for Ruby. We were walking through the living room when we heard squeals from the den with shades drawn to block the daylight. We saw an older woman, about 60 years old, was on a sofa with her breasts bared, her long pearl necklace twisted around her left boob, and her head thrown back. A muscular younger man, about 40 years old, in shorts and a tank top, was fondling her large, left, sagging boob, and suckling the other. 

Pauline whispered, "It's Ruby. I assume the guy is her boyfriend she met two weeks ago. She confided he was eager to make love to her." 

I heard Ruby coo to the young man, "Jimmy, that's enough for now. You can have them later. Let's meet our guests," and pushed his hands and head away. She got up, pushed her boob underneath her bra, and smoothed the wrinkles on her sleeve-less, pink, dress, adjusted her jewelry, and came to greet Pauline. She was a petite woman with shapely legs, big boobs, a sparkling smile, and blonde-dyed hair. Pauline hugged her and wished her a happy birthday. 

Ruby said to us, "Thank you for coming. This is Jimmy, my boyfriend. The food and drinks are in the Lanai," and, leading him by his hand, walked with us to the Lanai in the back. As Ruby was chatting with us, Jimmy stood behind her and hugged her lovingly. After a short time, Jimmy began to kiss Ruby's neck and nuzzle her covered boobs. He had a tattoo on his beefy upper left arm: 'Love Old' in the middle of a large heart. 

A well-endowed woman in a tank top greeted Pauline. When Pauline introduced me to Nancy, she slurred, "You're cute. Take good care of Polly." Pauline blushed, pulled me in to her arms, and we began to dance with two other couples on the patio. Jimmy and Ruby were also slow dancing with him holding her tightly in his massive arms against his body. 

After dancing a short while, Pauline said, "It's warm here. Let's go inside where it's cool." In the den, we saw that Ruby was in Jimmy's lap on a large sofa. There was only an old, narrow, couch for us to sit which I offered to Pauline; she said, "You sit in it and I will sit on your knee." The couch sagged when I sat in it, and Pauline ended up sitting partially in my lap and my cock became stiff. Any doubts I had that she was ignoring my erection were dispelled when she smiled and whispered in my ear, "I'm glad I turn you on," and French kissed me passionately. 

Jimmy again began to make out with Ruby, but she managed to hold his hands away from her boobs. She blushed and giggled when Jimmy whispered something in her ear; she got off of his lap, mumbled her excuse, and walked out of the den. Jimmy got up and followed her. In a few minutes, we heard Ruby's squeals outside the mobile home.

Pauline went to the small window and whispered in a trebling voice, "Jimmy has Ruby in a bear hug under the large tree. They are French kissing. He has lifted her dress up, but she's trying to push it down. Now, she has her right hand in his shorts and he has his under her dress." I went over to the window and saw Ruby pull out Jimmy's stiff cock; it was huge and her hand barely covered its girth. She jerked it slowly until it got even bigger. She pulled him towards her belly by his cock. He pulled her panties down. After she lifted her left leg, Jimmy slowly pushed his big cock in to her old pussy. Jimmy lifted petite Ruby off her feet and while holding her in a bear hug fucked her pussy. Ruby squealed with pleasure as he fucked her for several minutes and then became still while growling like a wild animal. A short while later, we heard Robby's motorbike roar away.

Pauline whispered, "I'm amazed old Ruby is able to take Jimmy's powerful thrusts. I guess she got her birthday present," and giggled.

I said, "I'm turned on watching young Robby love older Ruby."

Blushing, Pauline said, "I know," an obvious reference to the tent formed in my shorts by my stiff cock.

After freshening up, Ruby joined us in the den and took Pauline aside to talk to her privately; I heard the two women giggling a lot and then I saw Pauline blush. Nancy announced from the Lanai that there was plenty of birthday cake left and, much to my surprise, brought a large piece of cake to me. Nancy was about to feed me a small piece of the cake with a fork when Pauline interceded; mischievously, she took a bite of the cake, sat in my lap, and French kissed me. Ignoring Nancy, she continued to French kiss me and then put her small hand on my cock lump; she whispered, "Let's go home, darling."

SWIMMING WITH PAULINE

Walking back from Ruby's party, I said, "It's not too dark. It's still warm. Let's go take a dip in our pool."

Pauline smiled and said, "Ok. Let me change in to my new swim suit. Ruby said I'm a free woman; I should move on with my life, like she did. She also thinks you're cute."

I waited eagerly to see Pauline in a swim suit. I was not disappointed when I saw her in a two-piece black swim suit; her boobs sagged sexily in their confines and the few protruding hairs at the top of her thighs indicated healthy growth of pubic hair. After Pauline put on a light robe and handed me two beach towels, we walked underneath the trees holding hands, talking, laughing, and French kissing occasionally.

Suddenly, she said, "I don't think you can catch me," and started running. I ran after Pauline and, when I caught her from behind, she pushed her buttocks in to my crotch; after I nuzzled her covered boobs, she tilted her head to the side for me to French kiss her. Wiggling out of my grasp, she jumped in to the pool and cooed, "Come join me. I dare you to take your clothes off."

Quickly, I removed my clothes, and entered the pool near her. I hugged her and, after kissing her lovely neck, I French kissed her. Her hardened nipples and alabaster boobs were clearly visible beneath her wet bikini. Wanting to see and fondle her large boobs, I reached behind her back and unhooked the bikini snaps. Without the support of a bra, her boobs sagged sexily. Pauline tried to keep her boobs covered as I tried to fondle them.

I said, "They are beautiful. I love them. They seem to be bigger than in my dreams."

Blushing, Pauline said, "I'm glad you like them. They grew couple of sizes the last few years."

Giggling, Pauline removed her bikini top and threw it aside. As I grasped the more than handful beauties that seemed to float on water, she moaned with pleasure. In turn, she grasped my stiffened cock, and French kissed me, making her intentions to make love very clear. She cooed, "It's smooth, hard, and pulsing. Just holding it in my hand makes me ooze. I wanted to hold this in my hand since this morning," and, while giggling, added, "I almost grabbed it this morning."

Yet, she signaled that she wanted to play some more by swimming away from me. I swam after her, caught her smiling against the wall, and, while fondling her buttocks, French kissed her. After the kiss ended, as she swam away, I grasped her panties and pulled them off of her. 

Pauline giggled, gently grasped my stiff cock, and cooed, "Wow. It has grown so big."

Gently, I inserted my right middle finger in to her pussy and twisted it in the well-lubricated channel; as she moaned with pleasure, I also suckled her right boob. After I inhaled lung-full of air, I crouched and kissed Pauline's hairy crotch. Giggling, she pulled my head up, and said, "Let's go inside. I don't want you to drown."

In the twilight, after we quickly wrapped ourselves in the beach towels, she led me to her home. Shyly, a naked Pauline stood in the middle of her living room, and as she toweled her wet hair and body, I saw her drooping boobs jiggle and my erection stiffened. She blushed when she saw my red cock head peeking between the parted towel. Softly, she said, "I'll be back after freshening up," and left for her bedroom.

Several minutes later, Pauline returned in a red negligee, red panties, and gold-plated jewelry: a three-strand necklace and dangling ear rings. After I hugged her and French kissed her, I fondled and suckled her sagging boobs for several minutes. I slid to my knees and I saw she had grey-blonde pubic hair, wispy on her labia; I began to kiss her crotch and smell her love nectar mixed with freshly applied perfume. When my nose was in her slit, she held my head firmly, and said softly, "You're my first lover since Fred. Be patient."

I said, "Let's go to the sofa."

As she sat on the sofa, Pauline mumbled seriously, "We always loved in the bed room," and asked seriously, "What do you see in an old widow?"

I said, "I see a beautiful, desirable, woman. I want to love you." She smiled and cooed, "I like you too, my handsome student," and gently grasped my stiff cock in her small hand. Quickly, I slid to the floor and lifted Pauline's thighs on to my shoulders and started slowly kissing first her smooth inner thighs and then her panties-covered crotch. I took my time loving her crotch and fondling her covered boobs. After a short time, she opened her eyes partially to watch me loving her. I saw her eyes opened fully when I pulled up her flimsy bra to expose her shining, sagging, boobs. She closed her eyes when I suckled her left boob and then the right one.

Pauline opened her eyes again when I tugged on her panties to lower them. When she did not help me take them off, I pushed them aside at the crotch. I barely heard her mumble, "What are you doing?"

Without stopping, I mumbled, "I want to lick your beautiful pussy and sweet nectar."

Blushing, Pauline whispered, "I'm oozing there. It's nasty there; Fred never did that," and when she felt my tongue on her juicy pussy moaned with pleasure, "Ahhhhhhh. Teddddddy. Goooood." Pauline's pussy tasted sweet and had very pleasant heady odor of perfume, sweat, and sex nectar. It was also small with a big clit and looked very pretty, and I wondered if she had her daughter by c-section. Pauline relaxed her thighs wide, grasped my hair, and her body convulsed to a long orgasm, "Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Oooooooh. Cummmmming. Tedddy. Tedddy."

I remained still with my nostrils in her crotch and my hands on her boobs until she lifted my head, smiled, and cooed, "That was the best orgasm I ever had. I'll be back in a minute," and left towards her bedroom.

Several minutes later, Pauline returned with a big smile on her face and a box of tissues, and cooed, "You have been patient. Lie down on the sofa. I want to play with you." Kneeling on the place rug, first she kissed my pussy-nectar covered lips, and then began to toy with my cock and balls; most of the time she played with my cock. She giggled and talked to my cock, "You're throbbing and leaking; I bet you are full of spermies. I have to kiss you," and kissed it along the full length.

I mumbled, "I'm close to cumming."

With determination, Pauline pumped my cock with her small fist. She squealed when the first jets of cum flew up high and landed on my chest and her hair, but she did not let go of my throbbing cock. After my climax ended, she wiped my cum off of my chest with tissues. Then, she kissed me on my lips and said, "I have to shower. Call me tomorrow," and left for her bedroom. 

I got dressed and went home to find a message on my cell phone from my boss to fly to Cleveland next day; he had more work for me. Next morning, I called Pauline and told her that I have to be away until Saturday, and that I would call her on Thursday to confirm my travel plans. Not wanting to leave my mom's car at the airport, I took a shuttle van to the airport. My work in Cleveland went well. I worked long hours, but found time to exercise in the hotel gym. I was assigned new clients in Central and South Florida, and allowed to lease a car for my work.

ABSENCE MAKES FOR GREAT SEX

On Friday morning, I called Pauline to inform, "I am returning on tomorrow afternoon. But, I have to be in Tampa on Sunday night for an early morning meeting on Monday." 

She said, "Meet me for a drink at the Hilton; take a taxi. My car should be fixed by then; I'll be waiting for you in the lobby. I miss you."

I said, "I miss you too."

I called Pauline from the taxi to let her know I am on my way to see her. It was about 5 p.m., when I got to the hotel. I saw her seated in a chair in the lobby and walked up to her. I saw her silver hair in a pony tail and whispered to her, "Love your silver hair color."

She said, "I'm glad you like my new hair color." As we hugged, I smelled her freshly applied perfume; she had on large pearl stud ear rings, and a gold bead-pearl necklace; she was dressed in a short-sleeve black silk blouse, black skirt, and black high-heel sandals. Her blue eyes sparkled underneath her glasses.

I whispered to her, "You look lovely, very alluring."

She smiled happily. I followed her to the elevators and then down a corridor on the 12th floor, when I asked, "I thought we were going to have a drink?"

Pauline giggled and said, "If you are not too thirsty, we can go to the bar later," and unlocked the door to a room and nudged me inside.

Pauline said softly, "A friend helped me get this room for a special rate. I thought we should get away for a day or so. This is my welcome gift to you."

I said, "Thank you," and hugged her, and kissed her neck and shoulders. Pauline and I both giggled when we saw our images in the closet door mirrors. I wanted to eat her pussy and decided to do it in front of the mirrors. I pleaded, "Baby, take off your skirt and blouse; I want to love you here in front of the mirrors."

Blushing, Pauline nodded her head. Soon, she was just in her black silk push-up bra, and flimsy silk panties. In turn, I stripped to my shorts. I saw her staring at the bulge in my shorts. I slid to my knees on the carpeted floor and pushed my face in to her crotch. She cooed, "I've been thinking of you since you called me. I'm very wet there."

I was delighted to see a wet spot on Pauline's panties. Eagerly, I pulled her panties down and saw the grey-blonde pubes around her slit were matted. She watched with a combination of amusement and arousal as I stared at her lovely pubic area and inhaled her aroma of arousal. Holding on to my head, she raised her leg a bit to open her vagina. Without wasting more time, I clamped my mouth on her swollen vagina eliciting a loud moan from her, followed by incoherent whimpers about me being a darling young man. I licked her clit and her engorged labia, and slurped her nectars. It did not take long for her to grasp my head tightly, bend her knees and open her thighs, and go through a long orgasm, "Ahhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh. Teddddy. Teddddy."

After a few minutes, Pauline said, "I loved what you did with your mouth. Now, I want to make love to you." She led me to an upholstered chair, helped me remove my shorts, and, after I sat in it, she straddled my lap. Holding my rigid cock in her small hand, she whispered, "Just be patient; you got a big one, I have not made love in couple of years." Indeed, her pussy was tight, but slick. After pushing the first two inches of my cock in, Pauline smiled and paused to let her vaginal walls expand, and then pushed the rest of my rod in to her belly. As she rested, she said, "I'm perspiring," and removed her bra.

I felt indescribable pleasure with my cock buried to its root deep inside Pauline's tight love channel; it was much better than I had imagined in my dreams of love making with my teacher. Watching her pendulous boobs swaying and her tight pussy sliding over my cock triggered my climax deep in me; hugging her tightly to my chest, I pumped several jets of my cum, as I grunted, "Cummmming. Cummmming. Uhhhhhhh."

When my cock remained stiff several minutes after my climax, Pauline looked in to my eyes and cooed in surprise, "It's still stiff." 

I said, "I'm turned on by you."

She smiled and said, "You're also young and strong. Carry me to the mirrors." With Pauline holding on to me by her arms and legs, I carried her to the mirrors. She looked at our coupled bodies in close contact; then pulled her boobs away from my chest, and said, "I love it. You're deep in me." A few minutes later, I set her buttocks on the vanity, and pumped my cock several times in to her pussy in long strokes. We both giggled when the pumped air escaped making slurping sounds. When I lifted her again and turned towards the closet door mirrors, she said seriously, "Next to your young body, mine looks old with wrinkled skin and sagging boobs."

I said, "You're a very attractive woman. We care for each other; that's very important," and smiling added, "Your pussy is tight and juicy. Let me show." I carried her to the large bed and gently set her down on her back. I scooted between her legs and quickly thrust my cock in to her gaping pussy. As I thrust in to Pauline again and again, her boobs jiggled sexily, and she whimpered with pleasure. I had my second climax while I hugged her tightly. 

Several minutes later, after my cock softened and slipped out of Pauline's pussy, she said, "I need a shower before dinner. Your fluids dribbled on to my thighs."

I said, "I need one too, but you go first," and dozed off. After a short nap, I got ready for dinner.

At dinner, Pauline looked elegant in a black see-through blouse over a black bustier, and the pearl jewelry. We talked about my trip to Cleveland. I could see she was happy being with me and that I was not going to move away. She told me that she was not interested in teaching math in Florida, and was thinking about working part time either for a real estate company or with amateur theater productions.




A Dream Come True



After we returned to our room, in front of the closet-door-mirrors, she was adjusting the black see-through baby doll outfit she had put on when I hugged her from behind. She cooed, "I want to see you naked."

Standing naked in front of her and ogling her mature curves, I couldn't get over how beautiful she looked. Pauline was also watching our images in the mirror as she hugged me, and rubbed my hairy chest and armpits with her small hands. After I turned around, she rubbed my back, buttocks, thighs and legs. My cock became fairly stiff; I moved behind her, placed it in the crevice between her smooth buttocks and fondled her drooping boobs. She closed her eyes, reached behind, and hugged my neck. As I slowly I rubbed her smooth armpits and wrinkled underarms, I whispered, "So smooth and sexy." 

Pauline asked, "What do you like about me? Be honest."

I said, "I love all of you. I love your prominent boobs and your tight pussy. I love your slim upper arms and sexy arm pits. You're great in bed."

Pauline giggled, blushed, smiled, and said, "Wow! That's a long list, lover."

I said, "I had a huge crush on you in school. I'm glad I met you now; I have more confidence."

Pauline, blushing more, said, "I'm not surprised you had a crush on me; after all, you were a teenager. What did you dream about me?"

I grasped Pauline's small hand, put it on my stiff cock, and said, "Suck it." She let her hand slide on my penis, feeling its smooth surface and hard core. I knew that while holding my cock, she was also building up her passion. While watching our images in the mirror, she slowly bent my cock, opened her mouth, and began to suck it. Pauline smiled proudly when my cock grew and stiffened. I then lifted her up and while French kissing her carried her to the bed. After I sat propped up against the head board next to her, she cooed, "I want to ride you." 

I suggested, "Face away from me; I want to see your buttocks." I then watched utterly fascinated my cock disappear past Pauline's grey-blonde pubes between her sagging, wrinkled, buttocks, deep in to her belly.

Pauline looked over her shoulder and cooed, "I can see I'm plugged by your fat thing." After a while, she said, "I'm going to have another orgasm. Rub my breasts; pinch my nipples." I held her against my chest tightly while I massaged her boobs and pinched her nipples. Soon, I felt her pussy pulsing rapidly around my cock and her loins convulsed, as she let out joyous sounds, "Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhh. Teddddiiiii."

After a few minutes, Pauline pulled out my still stiff cock with a popping noise, and rolled on to the bed. She smiled and cooed, "My second orgasm today. I can't believe I came on your cock." When she went to freshen up, I dozed off with the TV still on; when she returned to bed, she whispered, "What's your pleasure, lover?"

I said, "I'm tired; may be I'll jump your bones later."

She giggled and said, "Sounds good. Meanwhile, I will hold these," and gently grasped my balls and leaking cock.

I was more tired than I had realized and slept soundly. I woke up to the smell of coffee; it was about 8 a.m. Pauline said, "I'm glad you woke up. I brewed coffee on the vanity; here is a cup for you." 

As I sipped the coffee, I heard a knock on the door and breakfast being delivered. Pauline, dressed in a black silk robe, arranged the plates of food on a table. As I ate, I saw she was a vision of loveliness: red lipstick, diamond ear rings, and a gold necklace with a diamond-studded pendant.

I said, "I feel rested. Thank you for the breakfast. Looks like you've been up for a while. You look lovely."

She smiled and said, "Thank you," and, after a pause, added, "I've showered. Go take a shower."

I mumbled, "I sure need one," and went to the bathroom.

Later, as I was drying my hair at the vanity, I saw first her smiling face with red-lipstick-coated lips, and then her black-mesh-encased sagging boobs whose sight triggered a desire to grasp them and make love to her. I maneuvered Pauline to be in front of me and for a long time I fondled her covered boobs. Intentionally and slowly, to further arouse me, she lifted her left arm to lift up her hanging left boob and exposed her creamy arm pit.

I mumbled, "I love the mesh bra and panties, and your sexy arm pit."

She said, "The sales woman at the mall said these get guys going; I bought three pairs: black, white, and red.," and, smiling, grasped my growing cock. I was touched that Pauline bought sexy clothing to please me. Recalling she liked to have her pussy licked, I slid to my knees and began kissing the mesh-panties-covered crotch. Pauline moaned with pleasure as I licked on her clit and said, "Let's go to bed; I'd love to do a 69."

I said, "I'd love it too," and led her to the bed.

While I stretched on my back, Pauline removed her panties and crouched on top of me with her crotch near my face and her mouth near my standing cock. I found it exciting when, in the day light, I saw Pauline had wispy, grey, pubes on her labia and on her mons.

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Later, while driving her car to Sandy Pines, Pauline said, "Honey, that was a great mini honeymoon. I like the way you take care of my needs first. Keep in mind if you need me badly, you can go first; I bought a new lubricant for spontaneous love making." After a pause, she giggled and said, "You sure dump large amount of semen each time you cum; good thing I can't get pregnant."

Blushing, I said, "Thanks. You're the best lover I ever had."

LOVING AFTER ANOTHER ABSENCE

The following week, my work in Tampa required more time than I expected. On Tuesday, I called Pauline to inform her that, instead of on Wednesday, I was returning on Thursday evening. Pauline said, "I miss you. You're invited to dinner at my place on Thursday."

Late Thursday, after I showered, I put on shorts and a tank top, and walked to Pauline's mobile home with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. In her kitchen, Pauline greeted me and offered me a cold bottle of beer. As she placed the flowers in a vase, she cooed, "Thank you for the lovely flowers and chocolates."

She looked lovely in combed silver hair drawn to a pony tail, wire-rimmed glasses, multi chain necklace, dangling ear rings, and bangles on her wrists. She had on white high-heel sandals and a white apron. I saw she had on white mesh bra and panties underneath the apron. I hugged her poking my erection in to her buttocks and mumbled, "You look gorgeous."

She blushed, looked in to my face, and said, "Thanks. I better freshen up," and went to her bedroom. After returning to the kitchen, she cooed, "I have to make a salad," and turned to work at the counter. She squealed when I pressed my bulging cock lump in to her mesh-cloth bikini-clad buttocks and grasped her sagging, mesh-covered boobs, in my hands.

As I kissed her wrinkled neck, I whispered, "I missed you. I've been dreaming of loving you. I can't wait."

Pauline said in a loving voice, "You want me here in the kitchen?"

I said hoarsely, "Yes. I want you, darling."

After I lowered my shorts and underwear, she grasped my stiff, leaking, cock in her delicate hand, bent forward on the counter, and placed it at her vaginal opening. Although I loved the feel of rubbing my cock against the mesh cloth, I wanted it in her pussy. I lowered the panties past her wide hips and found her opening was wet. She whimpered with pleasure as I slowly pushed my hard cock in to her slick pussy until my crotch was cushioned by her soft buttocks. Her snug, slick, pussy around my cock felt heavenly; I stood still holding on to her boobs while my cock twitched and precum flowed out.

At that moment, the oven timer went off; Pauline giggled and said, "I have to take out the cake." 

Reluctantly, I pulled out my cock from her pussy with a plop, and waited patiently as she removed the cake from the oven and set it aside to cool. As soon as she removed the oven mitts from her hands and turned to face me, I slid to the floor on my knees and, as she squealed happily, I began to lap and suck her juicy pussy. Wanting better access to her pussy, I lifted her to sit on the counter and lifted her right leg, and resumed eating it. She watched me in fascination and was getting turned on. When I felt her nectar became slicker, I stood up, removed her apron, and lifted her up to straddle my waist; she wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. After I maneuvered my cock to the entrance of her wet channel, she pushed it in to her belly very slowly. In a leisurely manner I carried her to her bedroom, placed her on her back with her hips at the edge of the large bed. I stood on the soft rug with her legs around my waist, shuffled forward between her thighs, and plunged my cock in to her gaping pussy. 

Once I saw Pauline's naked loveliness in front of me, my precum began to dribble out in spurts. Her boobs jiggled as I plunged again and again in to her belly. When she realized I wanted to fuck fast, lovingly, she spread her legs high and wide signaling that I should plunge my cock in and out of her juicy pussy with abandon. As my climax built up, she cooed encouragingly, "Cum in me, lover. Cum in me." I locked my mouth on her's in a passionate kiss and fucked her frantically. I did not last long before I climaxed for several minutes. I collapsed on top of her as I pumped a large amount of cum and then became still. But my cock was still stiff.

Pauline cooed, "That was awesome. You needed it," and, after gently pushing me aside, went to freshen up. She returned to bed and smiled when she saw my cock was still stiff. After I sat up leaning against the bed's backboard, she straddled my waist and, impaled herself on my cock. After she squatted on my cock, she French kissed me, and fucked me slowly while holding on to my shoulders. I held on to her swaying boobs until she began to whimper incoherently, "Teddddy. Cummming. Ahhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh."

Pauline enjoyed for several minutes her orgasm. Before she could get off of me, I pleaded, "I'm close to cumming again. Please squat and fuck me again." She obliged me until I released another load of cum deep in to her wide-open pussy. We hugged each other lovingly and rested for a while.

Afterwards, with only her glasses and jewelry on, she served salad and chicken sandwiches for dinner in the Lanai. As we cleared the dishes, I heard loud thunder and then the power was lost. Pauline said, "Lighting must have hit a line nearby. It's not safe for you to walk outside; spend the night with me." 

Gratefully, I said, "Thank you."

Pauline lighted candles in lanterns and, as a cross breeze kept us comfortable, we talked and loved each other in the living room. Shyly, she said, "I like the way you love me, especially the way you lick my pussy." So, I kissed her from her toes to her forehead, spending more time on her soft underarms, sexy inner thighs, and pussy. Thunder storms continued during the night. In the periodic lightning, her jewelry and bright eyes reflected the bright flashes. She sucked my cock to stiffness and encouraged me to fuck her doggy-style. 

We both fell asleep. In the humid atmosphere, even though we did not exert ourselves too much, we both perspired. I loved the way Pauline smelled and her body glistened. I licked her sweat-covered crotch, armpits, and neck. After drying herself and me with a towel, she licked my cock clean of our love juices. Next morning, when I got up, she was in the lanai reading a book in the day light. She had on only a tank top and looked very sexy. I went to her, hugged her, and knelt in front of her. She giggled when I lifted her legs on to my shoulders and kissed her thighs. Her pussy opened up like an elongated flower. She asked, "What are you doing?" 

Without saying a word I licked it for several minutes; with no urgency to bring her to an orgasm, I just satisfied my craving to suck on my cherished lover's most private parts early in the morning.

Later, we went for a brisk, long, walk; when we returned, the power had come back on. While Pauline was making coffee and pancakes for breakfast, I took a quick shower. When I came out of the bathroom, she was talking happily on the phone. She was dressed in a white tank top, shorts, and sneakers; she had put on costume jewelry and lipstick. After hanging up the phone, she said, "That was Ruby. She wants me to go shopping with her to a mall and then for groceries. I'm picking her up in five minutes. I think she wants to talk to me about Jimmy."

I asked, "Is she ok?"

Pauline smiled and said, "Yes. She's very happy. I'll call you after I'm home and rest up." 

I said, "Let's go out to dinner. You know the restaurants around here. Pick one that's not too fancy."

She nodded her head, kissed me quickly, and went to pick up Ruby. I went to my parents' mobile home, mowed the lawn, and did other chores. 

FRIDAY EVENING WITH PAULINE

For dinner, she was dressed in silk, lavender, sleeve-less blouse, and a pink skirt. She wore costume jewelry: four-strand necklace, large dangling ear rings, and bangles. I told her, "You look lovely," making her blush. The restaurant she selected did not take reservations from small groups and we had to wait in the crowded bar. After I bought our drinks, I sat in the only available chair in a corner. Pauline sat on my right knee and put her left arm around my neck for balance. By doing so, inadvertently, she placed her creamy arm pit next to my head. Slowly, I turned my head to the right and was able to sniff the mixture of her perfume, deodorant, and perspiration. When she realized I was sniffing her arm pit heaven, she whispered in my ear, "I see you're having fun. That's so sexy." 

I smiled and said, "I started to like your perfume when you were my teacher."

In the restaurant, Pauline said, "Jimmy wants Ruby to move in with him. I told her he should move in with her."

I smiled and said, "I know you want Ruby to kick Nancy out. By the way, she doesn't do much for me."

Giggling, Pauline said, "I have nothing against Nancy. I don't like to be called Polly."

I said, "I know. She's lonely. I feel sorry for her, but she should figure out what to do. By the way, loving you means a lot to me."

Pauline said, "Does it not bother you some people are staring at us?"

I said, "You mean like that older couple and the two old ladies seated behind me?" She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. 

I reached across the table, held her hands, kissed them, and said, "I don't care what others think. I care for you."

After we finished our dinners, I helped her get up from her chair and then French kissed her. She returned my kiss and whispered, "Thank you darling." As we walked past the table of the curious four, I placed my hand on Pauline's buttocks.

On the way to Sandy Pines, Pauline said, "Ruby said Jimmy has a large video collection of younger guys loving older women; they watch them together." Shyly, she added, "She lent us a video that she said is their favorite."

Earnestly, I said, "I would love to watch it with you tonight."

She said, "Great. We will camp in the living room. You need to connect the VCR in my den to the large TV in the living room." After a pause, blushing, she added, "I found a full-length mirror on a stand with wheels; you can move it to the living room. I know you get more turned on seeing us loving in a mirror. I like it too."

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I had already placed the large mirror next to the TV. Just as I finished connecting the VCR, I heard Pauline say, "Hello lover, you like my sexy outfit?" I turned and first saw she was in a bright blue silk, bustier and panties, black silk thigh highs, and black high-heel silk sandals; then I saw she had on large pearl stud ear rings and a pearl choker. She also had on bright red lipstick and light make up on her face that did not mask her wrinkles. Her shoulder-length, silver, hair was shiny.

I was speechless looking at the gorgeous woman in front of me. I managed to say, "Honey, you look lovely, good enough to eat." She then lifted her slim arms high above her head and pirouetted several times. I crawled on my knees to her and kissed her pretty ankles, up her legs, knees, and thighs. When I nuzzled her crotch with my nose, I discovered her panties had a slit. 

I wanted to kiss her crotch, but she touched my head and cooed, "You can do that later. Stand up, take off your clothes, and hug me." Pauline grasped my semi erect cock and French kissed me. She then handed me two gift boxes and said, "Wear them, lover," and I wore a black, silk, tank top, and white tight briefs that had a large slit. 

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She reached underneath my tank top and rubbed my chest for a long time, and then pulled my cock out of the briefs and pumped it until it stood up touching my belly. It was as though she was drawing sexual energy by touching me and holding my cock. Gently, I inserted my thick middle finger in to her pussy; it was wet and slick. Pauline moaned, when I scooped her love nectar, and licked it off. 

She grasped my cock and led me to an upholstered chair in front of the mirror. As she sat in it, she cooed, "Eat me lover, I am ready. We can watch the video later." Soon, she placed her wide-open legs on my shoulders and watched with half closed eyes me eating her. Framed by the blue silk panty-slit, her glistening pussy looked bright pink, and I gladly licked and sucked it until she had an orgasm. After Pauline's orgasm subsided, she got up, looked at my still hard cock, and said, "I imagine I will be captive a while watching the video; I better freshen up."

While she was freshening up, I removed my briefs and started playing the video tape; I skipped the previews, and warnings. Pauline returned with a box of tissues and a glass of water, and sat on my knee on the upholstered chair. The video was about young male bikers loving older women. In the first episode, a muscular young man, about 25 years old, in a tank top and jeans, was admiring his shiny Harley in a garage. An older voluptuous blonde, about 45 years old, who was dressed provocatively, came to visit him in her red convertible. It was obvious they were lovers. There was not much conversation between them; after he told her she looked beautiful a few times, he French kissed her, and fondled her big buttocks and sagging boobs. He spent a lot of time suckling her heavy boobs. In turn, the blonde rubbed the young guy's big lump in his crotch, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his massive stiff cock. Later, the blonde lovingly played with his clean-shaven balls and sucked his cock. Pauline cooed in surprise, "That young man is really going after the old blonde. She must be at least 20 years older than him."

I whispered to Pauline, "This young guy wants his mature lover badly," and nudged her to stand up and remove her silk panties. Gently, I pulled Pauline to sit in my lap and held my throbbing cock as she slowly impaled herself on it.

The couple in the video was in a bedroom with the blonde lying sideways on a bed and the young guy eagerly licking her glistening pussy. Watching that scene made my cock throb more and release more precum. Pauline exclaimed, "That guy loves sucking her. He doesn't care her boobs have spilled over the side." I giggled when she exclaimed, "She has wrinkles on her neck and on her thighs!"

Pauline was getting excited too and her pussy inadvertently grasped my cock hard. I said, "Honey, if you do that a few more times, I'll blow my load; don't move too much."

She cooed, "I can't help it. I'm being loved by my young lover and watching a sexy video."

In the video, the blonde was riding the young guys cock while he was fondling her sagging boobs. Gently, as Pauline raised her arms, I pulled down her bustier and grasped her sagging boobs. Her pussy felt very tight around my swollen cock and that sensation triggered my climax: a steady flow of cum, followed by uncontrolled jets of cum from my twitching cock; I mumbled, "Sweet goddess. Pauliiine. Pauliiiine. Ahhhhh."




A Dream Come True



Pauline stood up and ran to the bathroom holding a wad of tissues against her crotch. Afterwards, she said, "Ruby said the next episode has a special granny. Let's take a break; I bought chocolate chip cookies." 

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About an hour later, Pauline turned on the VCR. She had put on a black, see-through, negligee. She also smelled of freshly applied perfume. We saw a petite woman, about 60 years old, with sparkling blue eyes and short gray hair working in a kitchen. She was dressed in a tank top, shorts, and high-heel sandals. She opened the front door and let in a muscular young man, Billy, about 35 years old. He called her 'Granny Eve.' From a brief dialog, we understood that he lived next door, his girl friend left him, and he had been riding his bike to forget her. After Eve hugged Billy to console him and tried to pull away, he held on to her, and fondled her buttocks. Eve tried again to pull away half heartedly, but soon allowed Billy to French kiss her.

Pauline whispered, "Eve looks a lot like Ruby, but Billy is younger and bigger than Jimmy. Wow, he's groping her and she's really enjoying it." Pauline also grasped my semi rigid cock and squeezed it.

Giggling, Eve said, 'But, you always called me granny,' and walked a few feet away from Billy. 

Billy followed her, hugged her, and said, 'You're so sexy. I always wanted you.'

Eve said, 'You did! I'm flattered. I have needs too. I haven't had a man since Charlie died.' Smiling, she whispered, 'I thought of you too when I used my dildo.' 

Billy said, 'You're beautiful,' and carried her to a sofa in the living room. Soon, he was French kissing her passionately. Shyly, Eve removed her tank top to reveal big sagging boobs in a white bra. Billy said, 'I love your big tits,' and started to suckle them. As Billy was suckling Eve's boobs, Pauline muttered. "Look at those tits. No wonder the guy likes them." I knew Pauline was getting turned on looking at Eve, who looked a lot like Ruby, making love to young Billy. I was also turned on watching Billy suckle Eve's sagging boobs. I pulled Pauline over to me, helped her embed my cock in her well-lubricated pussy, and held on to her drooping boobs; soon she was working her engorged clit on my cock.

When Billy nudged Eve to suck his cock, she cooed, 'I love sucking your young cock.' After she sucked his cock for several minutes, Billy helped her lie on her back and spread her legs. As he rubbed her gray-hair covered and wrinkled pussy, he said, 'It's beautiful.' Billy licked it for several minutes as Eve moaned loudly. Pauline said, "Look at those grey pubes on her wrinkled pussy." Later, Eve straddled Billy's lap and slowly took his big cock up her pussy.

Pauline whispered, "Wow, she took that baton in to her old pussy," and continued to fuck herself on my cock. She lifted her arms and, as I kept pinching her nipples, she began to mutter: "Teddiiii. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Cummming."

Later, when Pauline saw Eve was bent over the back of a sofa and Billy was fucking her pussy from behind, "She muttered, look at her tits swing," and got off my lap and bent over the back of the upholstered chair. I did not need an invitation to quickly stand behind her and, while holding her shiny wide hips, fucked her in long strokes. As Billy splattered his cum on Eve's buttocks, I released several jets of my cum deep in Pauline's pussy. My cock stiffened again when I saw Eve riding Billy on the sofa; Pauline let me couple with her on the chair, and let me kiss her lovely neck, arm pits, and boobs. I whispered to her, "You are a lot of woman. I love making love to you," and carried her to her bed to rest with my cock imbedded in her snug pussy.

On Saturday morning, the sun rose brightly, and the air was crisp and clean. Since Thursday evening, we must have fucked each other ten times. Pauline cooed, "I got lots of loving from you in two days, more than on my honeymoons. No one can love me like you do." Later, laughing, she said, "This place needs cleaning and airing out."

I said, "I'll help you clean."

EPILOG. It has been three years since Pauline and I have been living together. She sold her mobile home, even though it suffered little damage from the hurricanes that went over Central Florida. We bought a condo together. My mom died from breast cancer and Pauline helped me a lot with my grieving. A year after mom's death, dad is dating Margie, an older friend of Ruby.



A Dream Come True



A few of my friends and I drove to New Jersey to see you at a show you were performing. We left early in the morning and drove all the way up there. And we made just in time before you guys went on stage. You were so happy that I drove all the way up there to see you. You gave me the biggest hug in the world and for some odd reason it felt really good. You still had about 20 minutes before going on stage, so you decided to hang with me for a little bit, introducing me to just about everyone you knew in the place. Brought me some drinks and just had a good time. When it came time to perform, you went up there and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which was so adorable. 

The band played it first set, and when you got off stage, you said to me " I watched you the entire time I was on stage."

So you grabbed my hand and we went outside, where it was a little bit cooler and there was not so much noise so we could talk. So we went for a walk, and we went to your apartment considering you had about 45 minutes to kill before going back on stage. So you decided to show me your place, I was feeling a little tired after driving 12 hours to see the show. 

So we just chilled there and talked, and I was sitting on the kitchen counter, and you made me something to drink. The next thing I knew you looked at me, and said," wanna smoke?" 

and I just looked at you like you were nuts, and said yes. So we smoked, and we drank some more, it was just a great time. I was sitting on the counter and I slightly spread my legs and pulled you between them, and I leaned forward getting ready to kiss you, but you pulled away and said," what are you doing?" 

and I simply replied, " I came up here to make out with you.. So let's get going!" 

you grabbed my face in your hands, and pulled me closer to you and in that instant we were kissing. I slowly took your hands and moved them to my thighs, and had you move my skirt up a little more and had let you touch me in places I never thought I would have let you touch. I gently lay back on the counter, and you pulled my body closer to the edge of the counter, and you slid your face between my legs. Sucking on my clit, and pleasuring every part of my pussy you could. As soon as we were getting really into it, there was a knock at the door, not realizing we had wasted away 35 minutes of making up for lost time, you quickly stopped, and I sat up looking at you. 

You had the biggest smile I have ever seen on a man. You picked me up off the counter and you put me down I kissed you so I could taste myself on your sweet lips. I whispered in your ear, I wish I could return the favor right now, but you do have a show to put on, and I guess I'll just have to wait for my turn. 

At the show everyone continued to drink and have a great time watching you on stage, which was incredible. There was some girl at the bar and she was talking about you and how she liked you and wanted you, but she knew there was this special girl coming a long distance to be with you and how you only wanted her. That her was me I thought, I was that special girl; I was the girl you wanted. 

Just in the instant I leaned over to the girl, and said you know will? And I thought I'd let you know I heard what you said, and yes I am that special girl. She just looked at me and was like oh hi, and walked away. For an instant I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

After the show we all chilled for a little bit, and you and I left the bar and went home where we could be alone for a little bit. You had plans in an hour so we made sure we had fun for every minute we had together. You opened the door and let me walk in first, I turned around and looked at you and said let's watch some TV? So we sat on the couch next to each other and we were cuddling and kissing. 

And then the next thing I was straddling you, you grabbed my ass and held it for a minute, after letting go a good song came on the TV and I started to grind in your lap as you caressed my breasts. Between my legs I could feel something poking me. I stopped kissing you and I leaned back and I saw how aroused you were. As I was looking at your hard throbbing dick, you started unbuttoning my shirt exposing my breasts. Feeling them and touching them and kissing them, I gently slid down onto my knees, and unzipped your pants exposing your hard dick. I began to caress it and I wrapped my hand around your dick and I opened my mouth ever so slightly and began moving down inserting the entire thing and moving up and down pleasing you. 

After a couple of minutes, you made me stop, while I was standing you slid my thong down from underneath my skirt and pulling me on you again. As I straddled you I slowly inserted your dick into my wet pussy, and moving up and down. Closing my eyes feeling every movement of your dick inside me. Wrapping my arms around your neck and kissing you. Fucking you felt so natural so fulfilling something that felt so right. 

As we continued to fuck, we changed positions, as you turned me around and bent me over the couch and starting to fuck me from behind, it was the most incredible feeling in the world. After that you laid me on my back on the couch, and inserted yourself back into me. Thrusting with every move, faster and faster making me moan with desire. As I continued to moan, you would thrust faster and harder making me moan more and more, which made you thrust harder over and over again. I started to climax with such passion; you came inside of me filling me up. Laying with me you leaned down and kissed me, and said, " I think you had your turn, and it was more then I could ever imagine." 

Just as you finished saying it, we heard people walking towards the door. It was our entire group of friends, quickly getting dressed again. We sat on the couch and finished watching the TV even though it was an infomercial. You decided to go out drinking some more, and I wasn't really feeling the whole going out again, so I decided to stay here and chill. I asked if I could take a shower and you showed me where everything I needed was. 

The funny thing was, you were part of it, but secretly you stayed in there with me, and we hopped in the shower. You wanted to wash my body, and I let you, you felt every part of my body. Your fingers found it way down to my pussy, and sliding them inside me making my head fall back in the falling water. Pulling my leg up on the edge of the shower, you bent down and starting eating my pussy making me grasp the shower wall. After a while I pulled you up and I kissed you again, and you pressed me up against the shower wall and I quickly moved around, and pressed you up against the wall. I looked at you, and I kissed your lips, working around to your neck, working my way down. 

Before you know it was I was sucking your dick while the water rushed over the both of us. After we both had our fun, we both finished showering, and got dressed. You had left but not before making sure I was comfortable in your bed. I lay on my side with my arms under my head, and my legs slightly bent wearing a tank top and boxer shorts with the blanket barely even covering me. You crawled on the bed, and gave me a kiss and told me that you would be back soon and to have sweet dreams. 

As the night passes you come home, to find me in the same spot that u left me in. So instead of waking me up by getting into bed, you sat in the chair at the end of the bed, and watched me sleep, thinking to yourself how beautiful I was, how peaceful I looked while I slept. In the morning you woke me up with sweet kisses on the back of my neck, and shoulders whispering my name and telling me to wake up in my ear. 

I slowly opened my eyes, and I began to smile. I had asked you why you didn't come to bed, and you told me how you didn't want to wake me because of how beautiful I looked. As we lay in bed, we go over what we had done the night before remembering all the pleasure and the feelings that evolved over night. Kissing my neck and rubbing my body, I suddenly got excited and wanted to feel you inside me again.

I rolled over onto my back, and I pulled you closer to me wrapping your arm around my waist pulling me even closer. You slowly and ever so lightly moved your fingers over my body making me squirm in the bed. Running your fingers down my arm to my side making me tense up with desire. Kissing me, you slowly moved your fingers further down my body. You slowly began to move your fingers between my legs, teasing me with every touch. We moved the covers and got underneath them, you slowly undressed me, and teased me with every touch. Throwing each article of clothing across the room landing on a different piece of furniture in the room. 

I laid on my back and as I pulled you on top of me, I spread my legs and you found your way into me with such ease. Pushing slow and easy at first, making sure I was OK and you weren't hurting me. Making sure I was comfortable at every minute of this adventure we were embarking on. With every thrust into me, I moaned heavily arching my back with such pleasure pushing into me, calling out your name made you fuck me harder and harder. Running my hands down your back pushing the tips of my fingers into your back with pressure every time you thrusted me. 

After we finished having sex, we laid next to each other kissing and talking about things. We finally got out of bed and took showers getting ready for whatever the day had in store for us. We went out for the day to the beach, we spent the entire day together, which was just wonderful. As the day progressed we became more involved with each other, finding out what we both liked, things that got our hearts racing. By the time night came, we all decided to go out drinking as a big group. It was like you and I have been together forever, we were inseparable. Hugging and kissing at every chance we got. 

We took many pictures to capture every moment we shared together. While we were at the bar, you were standing behind me with your arms wrapped around me, blowing on my neck teasing me, kissing my neck. So to get back at you, I started to move my ass back and forth in you lap. I started to feel something, and you spun me around, and grabbed my hand and slid it between our bodies all the way down to your once again hard dick, and you leaned forward and whispered, you need to stop this, you are driving me insane. 

I looked up at you, and said, "isn't that what I'm supposed to do all the time!?" You pulled me even closer to you, and I just slightly started to rub your dick making it harder then it already was. 

"Another shot" I yelled, and 

you said, "I think I'm going to need more than one!" 

After we went bar hopping for a little while, we decided to walk on the boardwalk, and we played some games and you won me a stuffed animal a big frog. You noticed they had the sky taxi thing, and you wanted me to go on it with you. I wasn't feeling the whole not being on the ground, but I decided it was worth a shot. We all got on the ride, and I had the frog sitting in my lap covering what was going to take place on the ride. We were holding hands and I put your hand in my lap underneath the frog. 

Your fingers started to do what it knew to do. As the ride continued we acted like nothing was happening, but our friends being smart asses as they are, started yelling things at us. As we moved through the sky, you leaned over and said to me, I think this is what it was supposed to be like. The motion of the seat and what was happening to me was the best sensation in the world something that I have never felt before. I closed my eyes, and put my head back, and just felt everything you were doing. By the time the ride was over we were finished and everyone started to yell at us, so I turned around, and grabbed your hand that had pleasured me, and I sucked on them; everyone's jaw dropped with amazement. 

After we got off the ride, we walked some more holding hands and joking around with everyone. We decided it wasn't a good idea for us to drive back to the apartment, so we all got hotel rooms. In our hotel room, there was a big tub, big enough for two or more. So I drew a bath adding a little bubbles to it. I carefully slipped into the tub, just as there was a knock at the door. 

"Come in" I yelled and in you walked. 

"Oh a bath? For me too?" 

sure why not I motioned for you to get in with me. You slipped into the tub sitting at one of it and me at the other. We just sat in the bath splashing bubbles at each other and talking about what could come of this. As we talked, you looked at me, and said was it worth driving all the way up here? I looked at you, and said no it wasn't, just then you grabbed my foot and pulled me under the water. 

Letting me up for air, wiping the bubbles out of my face, I kept nodding and saying yes, yes it was worth it. Every bit of traffic, every bit of tension on the road it was all worth it. So far the past two days have been so much fun and enjoyable. "As for you?" I asked, you looked at me 

and said, " I couldn't believe you came up here to be with me, I love this feeling when I'm with you it feels like nothing matters, just you and me. You are very thing that I wanted and I don't see how I'm ever going to let you go back to South Carolina." 

As bath time came to end, you got out of the tub first and grabbed some towels. You held it open for me, so I stood up and you wrapped it around me and slightly bent over, and picked me up out of the tub and gently placed me on the floor. You began to towel dry my arms and legs, you even wrapped my hair up in the towel for me. 

After a few minutes you left the room letting me change into something a little more comfortable. After I exited the bathroom, you laid on the bed and was watching some TV. I crawled on the bed in front of you, so I could have your arms around me. We laid there just watching the television, it felt so soothing to have someone to lay next to. I was getting tired and started to drift off to sleep and you knew it. 

You leaned down and say, " it's okay babe, I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you, and I love you." 

As quickly as you finished saying that the last words I said that was I love you too. And I fell asleep. You looked down at me and said what? 

And once again I said, " I've always loved you Will." 

And the smile grew from a smirk to the biggest grin in the world and on that note you fell asleep with your arms around the girl who once got away, but returned and who loved you just as much as you loved her.



A Dream Come True



Another Saturday morning, a day for hangover recovery. In other words, I will be drinking large quantities of water and eating soup while swearing off alcohol for the rest of my life. At the age of 23 and a recent college graduate, this has been my routine for nearly five years.

Normally these Saturdays are the most miserable days one could possibly experience, but today, just like every other Saturday over the past three months feels much better than all that have come before. That is because as I roll over my eyes fall on the most beautiful woman I have ever known.

First, let me tell a little about myself. I am just an average guy. I'm not overweight, but I am certainly no Brad Pitt. I have blonde hair, green eyes, and I am usually sporting a farmer's tan that any construction worker would envy. Recently, I had made an effort to lose weight and get in better shape. The results are beginning to show as I have dropped from 215 pounds to 195 pounds. My ultimate goal is somewhere in the 170-175 range, but that is a few months off.

In order to lose this weight I completely altered my diet from a beer and pizza based diet to one based on fruits, veggies, and home cooked meals. I say all this so that you may understand how I met my current girlfriend.

One day while running my daily mile at the local park, I saw what can be described only as beauty incarnate. I was smitten immediately. She was without question my dream girl: black hair that hung just below her shoulders, a slight tan, toned body, and a small smattering of freckles on her nose and shoulders. Throw in her beautiful brown eyes and a smile that could melt steel and it's safe to say that I did not see the tree I ran into.

As I was getting to my feet, completely embarrassed that I had managed to run into a tree, she ran up to me and asked if I was okay. Although I was ashamed at what had happened, I couldn't help but stare at this gorgeous creature before me. She seemed truly concerned with my well being and asked what happened.

Apparently, my run in with the tree had knocked me senseless as I immediately responded, "I was too busy staring at you." Instantly I realized what I had said and apologized for my outburst, blaming it on the heat, fatigue, and the tree.

My outburst did not bother her at all as she flashed that heart fluttering smile and gave me a look that said, "Thank you." Needless to say my cheeks were red for reasons beyond the mile I had nearly completed.

She extended her hand and said, "I'm Lacey."

Excepting her outstretched hand, "Nice to meet you Lacey, my name's Neil." How soft her hands were; I did not want to let go.

Either out of pity or genuine concern Lacey led me back to the parking lot and made sure I was okay.

"I'm fine, I promise," I told her, "my ego may be a bit damaged, but I am no worse for the wear."

It was then that I thought she would say good-bye and go about her business, but she was about to shock me with the greatest words I've ever heard: "Well since I'm the cause of your pain and anguish, let me make it up to you by taking you out for dinner tonight." I was dumbfounded. Here was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she was asking me to dinner!

I must have seemed a bumbling fool when I responded. "Yeah! That'd be great, I mean, if you know, that's cool or whatever." Idiot, every time, to say I was less than stellar when it came to dealing with women would be the understatement of the year.

Stifling a giggle she smiled and for the first time I noticed the twinkle in her eyes and my stomach and heart began turning somersaults. So we exchanged numbers and I gave her my address as she said this date was on her.

The rest of the day all I could think about was Lacey. Everywhere I looked I saw her smile, her eyes, and those freckles that gave her a cuteness that I would rate as a 100 on a 10 point scale. We had agreed that she would pick me up at 7 o'clock so when 6 o'clock rolled around I hopped in the shower. I made sure to shave and even ironed my polo shirt and jeans so that I would look as good as possible for our agreed upon casual date.

When she knocked on the door I nearly tripped over my coffee table as I ran to greet her. When I opened the door my jaw dropped as she stood before my in a sexy light red sundress that took my breath away. Noticing my reaction she flashed that knowing smile and asked if I was ready to go. Wiping the drool from my chin and pulling myself back together I told her that I was ready to go to the ends of the earth if she wanted.

We decided for a nice little pizza and pasta restaurant that had outdoor seating so that we could enjoy the wonderful Alabama spring weather. The food was as always terrific, but the company was endlessly more enjoyable as we spent nearly two hours eating, sipping wine, and telling each other the generic first date information about ourselves.

Finally Lacey suggested we hit up a quiet little martini bar in the town just 5 miles away so that we could talk some more. Completely enthralled as I was, I would have agreed to anything this goddess wanted.

We spent another 3 hours sipping martinis and cocktails and started talking about more personal things. It became quickly apparent to both of us that we were definitely hitting it off extremely well and we both were comfortable enough with each other to discuss things that were usually reserved for later dates.

When midnight rolled around, Lacey popped a question that caught me completely off guard and started a conversation that solidified her in my mind as my dream girl and soul mate.

"So, do you consider yourself a kinky and open minded guy?"

The answer was definitely a hell yes, but I wasn't sure whether that would be appropriate or if that appealed to her so I answered her startling question by saying, "Define kinky." Lame, I know, but I was afraid the answer my drive her away.

"Well, everyone has a different definition, but the reason I asked is that I consider myself to be very kinky and open minded and it is important to me that I find someone to share my fantasies with who will let met share in his fantasies."

In my head, I was throwing a party as it seemed I had found everything I wanted in a woman. She was beautiful, had a great sense of humor, extremely intelligent, and now it seemed that I had found someone to share all my wants and wishes with.

Still afraid to lay out my fantasies so early in our relationship, I said, "Well, I too consider myself to be kinky and open minded, but I feel a bit uncomfortable talking about these things so soon. Perhaps we could save that conversation for a later date."

The look on her face turned from one of mischievousness to one of worry as she seemed to fear that I would not be interested in sharing the things she fantasized about. But, as fate would have it, I managed to save the situation with a moment of relationship Zen. I leaned in close to Lacey and whispered, "There are many things that I want and desire to see and do, and would love to do with you, but I prefer to save those things for another day. I would hate for us to waste all of the great sexual adventures we want in too short of time."

This seemed to relieve her of her fear and we continued talking for another hour or so until I suggested we go somewhere else more private. Lacey's eyes twinkled, her lips broke into the sexiest grin and she said that would be great.

I paid for our drinks, although Lacey put up a minor protest, and walked with her back to her car.

"Where do you want to go?" Lacey asked.

"I was thinking we could go to my place and get to know one another better."

With a grin she started up her car and we rode to my place, flirting the whole way there. Halfway to my apartment I gained the courage, or perhaps the alcohol did it for me, and placed my hand on her thigh.

Now, don't get me wrong. I am not usually the "sex on the first date" kind of guy, but I was enchanted by Lacey's beauty, charisma, and personality. We had clicked like nothing I had experienced before and I wanted so badly to be with her that nothing in the world was going to stop me.

Finally we made it to my apartment and found ourselves sitting on my couch. I had mixed a couple of cocktails for us to sip on and as I sat down I found that I could resist no longer and leaned into Lacey and kissed her. She immediately wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back with a ferocity that I was more than happy to match.

"Let's go to your room," Lacey whispered as we broke our kiss.

I was happy to oblige and scooped her off the couch and carried her to my bed. I set her on the bed and lay down on top of her. Immediately the kissing began anew as our lips met and she wrapped her arms around me. I began to kiss her neck and worked my way to her ear where I lightly blew and nibbled which elicited a moan and caused her to wrap her legs around my back.

I felt her hands slide down my back and pull my shirt off so I leaned up to make it easier for her to get my shirt off. I decided to take my shoes off as did she. Continuing our passionate embrace, I worked my kissed from her neck down to the valley of cleavage where her heaving breasts came together. Kissing lightly around the valley, I pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and began sliding the dress down her body.

With her dress removed I was once again struck by her beauty as she laid before me wearing only a black lace bra and thong that made my little general stand at full attention. Seeing the tent that I was pitching, Lacey reached up, unbuckled my belt and jeans, slid the zipper open and began to pull my jeans off.

To make it easier on her I rolled over onto the other side of the bed and pulled my jeans all the way off so that now we were both lying in just our underwear.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," I whispered in her ear.

I was continuing my kissing from before as I slowly made my way back to her breasts when she pulled my head up.

"Promise me you'll be here in the morning."

"Of course I will, "I laughed, "I live here don't I?"

Lacey was not amused by my attempt at humor; obviously she had been hurt before. "I don't mean just physically here. Promise me that when we wake up in the morning you will be mentally here as well. Promise me I am not just going to be a trophy, a one night stand."

I crawled back up so that our faces were nearly touching, "Lacey, since I laid eyes on you at the park today you have consumed my thoughts. Your beauty is unsurpassed by any woman I have ever seen. Tonight as we were eating, drinking, and talking I could not help but think how perfect you are. I've never clicked with someone the way we have tonight. I'm hoping that tonight is only the first of many we will share together."

For once in my life I had spoken from the heart without mumbling or stumbling. I meant everything I said and it was obvious she felt the same way. Before I could finish my last sentence she rolled me onto my back and began kissing me with a passion and fire that I had only dreamed of experiencing.

Before I had a chance to put my arms around her, Lacey leaned back and slowly removed her bra, making me wait in anticipation. When she finally let it drop down and threw it off the bed I was drooling like a crazed dog.

"Go ahead, feel them, lick them, and suck them. I love to have my breasts played with."

I needed no further encouragement and started licking all around her breasts with my tongue occasionally flicking over her nipples. I could hear her moans and she put her hand on my head and pulled me in tighter to her. She started to run her fingers through my hair just as I started to lightly nibble on her nipples.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she moaned.

I continued to lick and nibble her breasts until she pulled me off and stood up over me. I had no idea what she was doing until she slit the thumbs into the waistband of her panties and did a slow striptease. Slowly she inched her thong down until her shaved pussy was exposed to view.

The sight of her pussy sent me over the edge and I pulled her down onto her back on the bed. Before she had a chance to recover my head was already between her legs taking in the sight before me. Licking a woman's pussy was a joy to me and I couldn't wait to slide my tongue over her clit and into her pussy.

I started by licking, kissing, and nibbling her inner thighs and slowly worked my way up to that musky place I like to call heaven. Looking up into her eyes I grinned as I began licking her lips up and down while I rubbed my index finger over her now soaking slit. I continued to lick her and slowly began to slide my finger into her waiting pussy. But, I was only teasing as I pulled my head away to gauge her response.

"Don't stop, please! Please lick me, lick my pussy!"

I was more than happy to oblige as I continued my assault on her pussy. Only this time I inserted two fingers and began to lick towards her clit. Finding her clit exposed from its hood, I placed my mouth over it and began to brush it with my tongue. By this time I was slamming my fingers in and out of her pussy as hard as I could.

Her moans were driving me wild and finally I felt her pussy contract as she grabbed the back of my head and forced me down hard onto her clit. Her orgasm was loud and sloppy as she came all over my fingers.

As her heart rate slowed down I worked myself back up to her face and she kissed me with again with that passion that drove me wild. Before our tongues could meet she rolled me onto my back and began licking her way down my chest and stomach until she reached my boxers, which by now were soaked in my precum as my cock strained to be released from its cage.

With a devilish grin in my direction she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them off, exposing my rock solid hard on. Without hesitation she took the tip into her mouth and gave it a quick suck. Using her hands she held my dick and in one quick motion swallowed me whole.

It was all I could do to not come right on the spot as I felt her tongue and her throat massaging my raging cock. She began to bob her head up and down and used her tongue to massage my shaft stopping occasionally to suck on the tip. After only a few minutes of this I felt that familiar tingle in my balls.

"I'm about to cum," I moaned.

She moaned with my cock deep in her throat and that was what sent me over the edge as I began to shoot my load deep into her mouth. I half expected her to gag or be pissed, but much to my pleasure she swallowed it all and seemed to be enjoying herself.

When she had finished sucking me dry and I was out of breath. She crawled up and gave me that sexy smile one more time. I kissed her long and hard, which caught her off guard as most guys wouldn't do such a thing, but I didn't care. She was beautiful to me no matter what.

To be continued... 



A Dream Come True



I curse myself again as I drive along the dirt road to the house. "Why do I put myself through this agony?" I say out loud to nobody.

The party is at a house out in the sticks and I'm thankful that the moon is full because otherwise I'd be lucky to see the road. When I finally arrive at the house, cars are parked in the driveway, and all along the dirt road, stretching in both directions. "This is just great!" I mutter, more ticked off at myself than the parked cars.

The only reason for going to this awful party is the chance to see Sandy. I'll probably stand in a corner, pathetically drinking myself into a stupor while I watch her with him. "Oh, yes, that sounds like a wonderful time," I say to myself.

Passing all the parked cars lined up along the road, I park at the end of the line, pulling onto the grassy berm and nearly into a ditch in the process. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" I mutter as I make the long walk to the house.

The party is in full swing and I'm obviously about the last one to arrive. The host answers the door and guides me to the bar where I get a beer and take up my post in the corner, nodding at the few people I really know and looking like the idiot that I am.

Sandy comes storming out of an adjacent room, looking as lovely and sexy as usual, wearing a sexy short skirt and low cut blouse, but something is obviously wrong. He emerges in short order and tries to grab her by the shoulders, but she turns and pushes him away. The two of them exchange words but all that I can see is that Sandy is pissed. He was always such an asshole. How could she have even picked him over me? I take another swallow from my beer, a scowl on my face.

Sandy gestures forcefully to him, obviously giving him a piece of her mind. Finally, he turns away from her, giving her a wave of disdain and disappears the way he came.

She stands there defiantly until he is gone, but then her shoulders slump, she leans back against the wall and starts to cry. Quickly trying to regain her composure Sandy glances around, hoping that whole room wasn't watching her little drama. Spinning around on her heels, Sandy makes her way to the front door, opens it, and leaves, slamming the door behind her.

Putting my drink on the bar, I make my way through the room to follow her. When I open the door, I find her sitting on the steps, sobbing.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

Startled, Sandy turns and sees me, her eye's brightening a little. "You saw that?"

"Yes, what did the jerk do this time?", I say, and then quickly, "I'm sorry, I had no right to ask that. It's none of my business."

Standing up and turning to me and still fighting back tears, Sandy says, "Well, its all over now. How could I imagine that I could change him?"

"You look like you could use a hug," I say, opening my arms to her.

Folding herself into me, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly, soothing her shaking body, taking in the fragrance of her perfume, and listening to her sobs, grateful for this small opportunity to hold the woman I love.

Squeezing me tightly, she returns my hug, and my heart begins to thump in my chest. Pressing my face against the top of her blonde head, I whisper, "It will be okay. You'll be fine, I know it."

"You're such a good friend," she says, "I'm so glad you happened to be here. Now all I need is a ride home. The jerk left me stranded!"

"Say no more," I say while taking her hand. "I'll take you. My car is down the road aways, though. Besides, you know I'm really big on parties," I add sarcastically.

We walk hand-in-hand in the moonlight until we arrive at my car. When we stop, I reach past her to get the door, but she tugs at me to stop, squeezes my hand and says, "It seems like you're the only one that cares for me sometimes. You're always there for me."

Summoning up my courage I say, "I do care for you. I've always cared for you."

Sandy looks so beautiful standing there in the moonlight, so desirable, so sexy. I may never have another opportunity like this again so I lean forward to kiss her and, amazingly enough, she moves toward me and lets me. I know that she must be able to hear my heart pounding in my chest or feel my body tremble. I've always wanted to feel her lips on mine. Sandy puts her arms around me, kissing me back, but much more deeply. My involuntary reaction is to put my hands on her firm butt and pull her more closely to me.

"Wow!" she exclaims when she finally breaks the kiss and we stand there next to the car, arm-in-arm, looking at one another.

"Yeh, wow!" I can't tell you how often I've dreamed about doing that"

"Really?"

"Yeh."

"Me, too!"

"Really? You've really thought about kissing me?" I was almost dumbfounded.

"Yes, you nut! I've always wondered how it would be with you. Couldn't you tell?"

Hearing Sandy say that to me excites me so. It's as if a dream has come true. Pulling her body close to me, I kiss her again, a passionate kiss that conveys all the love that I've kept hidden from her all this time. The taste of Sandy's full lips is intoxicating to me, making me bolder, making me want more.

With her body pressed against mine, my body responds, and I know she can feel my hardness growing. Sandy quickly moves her hand between us and rubs it against the front of my pants. "Mmmmm," she coos, "I'm getting to you, huh?".

"Yes," I pant. Pushing her back against the car, my hands dart under her skirt so I can cup her ass with them, squeezing her full, firm cheeks. Her skin feels so silky under my fingers, and my cock aches as she continues to brush it through my pants.. My kisses move from her lips to her neck, making her throw her head back and moan. My lips glide down her clavicle until I reach the edge of her blouse. Taking the cloth in my teeth, I tug it gently, and expose her soft white shoulder. Sandy's breathing becomes faster and deeper and more of her breasts are exposed as the fabric moves downward. Her moans drive me wild, but not as wild as her hands fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. Sandy's smooth hands slide inside and caress my chest, my nipples stiffening at her touch.

Breaking out of the kiss, I look intently at her, asking with my eyes, "Is this what you want?"

Sensing my question, Sandy nods nod back to me. My desire makes me bolder and I grab the elastic of her thong, pulling the flimsy garment down swiftly. She is now as excited as I am, and she raises one leg, then the other to help me, and soon the thong is off and tossed away into the grass. As we kiss again, she pushes my unbuttoned shirt off of my shoulders, letting it fall backward so her hands can explore my chest.

Lifting her up slightly, I push Sandy onto the hood of my car, laying her backward on its cool surface. Her heaving breasts strain against her blouse, such a wonderful sight in the moonlight. Holding her long, tan legs I remove first one shoe, and then the other, letting them drop to the ground. I begin kissing her feet and watch as her skirt starts to ride up toward her stomach, exposing her pussy, the moonlight betraying the glistening wetness there.

Pressing Sandy's left foot against my chest as I kiss the right, I know she can feel the pounding of my heart through the sole of her foot as I nibble on her toes. Taking both feet in my hands I alternate my kisses between them, watching her face and as I do so. As my kisses move from her feet to her ankles, Sandy's hand moves between her legs. As she slides two fingers across her open pussy, my kisses move down to her calves. Sandy's body undulates with the pleasure of my kisses and as she clutches at her breasts with her other hand, one pops out from its hiding place, exposing the taut nipple that shows me the extent of her excitement. I reach for it, and roll its hardness between my thumb and forefinger causing her to groan more loudly. 

Moving my attention back to her legs, I let my tongue trail along her inner thighs, first one side and then the other, my hands pushing her skirt higher and higher.

As my tongue approaches Sandy's soaking pussy, she wraps her legs around my neck and, taking my head in her hands, she guides it forward, until she feels my hot breath on her pussy. 

All my senses seem to be heightened. The sweet fragrance of her pussy fills my nostrils and when my tongue slides between the wet lips, I nearly swoon as I taste her sweet nectar for the first time. Running my tongue through Sandy's pussy, I feel her body shudder as she gives herself up to me. "Oh, my god, that feels so good," she moans as she pulls me more tightly into her with her legs.

The cool evening breeze blows over my back and she brings her bare feet up to my shoulders, using them for leverage. Sliding a couple of fingers inside her as I lick her, she presses into my shoulders with her feet as she lets her thighs sway back and forth against my head. As the pressure builds inside her, Sandy's toes curl and I know that she is only moments away from cumming when the quiet of the country is suddenly broken by the sound of a car approaching!

We freeze like statures as the lights of the approaching car bathe us for a second, Sandy's legs draped over my shoulders, my face buried between her legs. When the car passes, she giggles. Neither of us knows what the passengers saw, but it was only a minor interruption. Nothing is going to stop us from completing our pleasure.

Resuming my licking and sucking, Sandy again begins to feel the pleasure mounting. The tension in her legs and her soft moans lets me know that she is close. Engulfing her clit, I suck on it firmly until her body writhes with pleasure, her juices exploding into my mouth. Crying out, Sandy holds my head in place until the last wave of orgasm washes over her.

Continuing for a few moments longer, I finally break away and watch her lying in the cool moonlight, her breasts heaving, her bare feet still pressed against my shoulders ,her pussy glistening in the moonlight.

Looking at me with such lust, she says, "I need you inside me now!"

Stepping backward, I quickly unbuckle and unzip my pants to free my raging erection.

"I'm getting to you, aren't I?" she laughs, as she looks me up and down, her eyes sparking with anticipation as they linger on my hard cock..

As Sandy slides off the hood of the car, she pulls her blouse down off her shoulders exposing all of her sweet, full breasts to me, nipples stiff as she runs her hands over them seductively. Sandy watches me intently as I stroke my hardness for her.

"You look so delicious," I say. "I must be dreaming!"

At that Sandy turns around and hikes up her skirt, giving me a good view of her magnificent ass. Looking back over her shoulder, she giggles again and says, "Are you going to just stand there petting that thing or are you going to put it to good use?"

Standing barefoot in the grass in front of my car, she spreads her legs apart and leans onto the hood. My pants at my ankles, I waddle toward her, causing her to giggle again, until she finally feels my cock pressing at her wet pussy.

Grabbing Sandy's hips I thrust deeply into her, making her moan with pleasure. The feeling of being inside her sends electrical shocks through me, the pleasure is so intense. It was as though we were meant for this moment, a perfect fit.

Sandy bucks back onto my hardness, crying out in pleasure with each thrust. I lean forward and reach for her breasts with one hand, squeezing them as I pound into her.

With sweat dripping off my brow, I thrust into her faster and deeper, my entire being focused on our love-making, my goal to bring her as close to me as possible, to give her such pleasure that she'll never let me go.

Looking back at me over her shoulder, Sandy makes that Oh-my-god-I'm-about-to-cum face and it drives me over the edge. I feel my cock stiffen inside her, extending just a little deeper, and she erupts with me. I cry out with pleasure as I fill her sweet, wet pussy.

Sandy collapses onto the car and I onto her, both of us breathing heavily for a few moments. If another car had passed right then, what a sight they would have seen. Sandy with her blouse shoved down to her waist and her skirt shoved up. Me, with my pants down to the ground, my body glistening with sweat in the moonlight.

As I kiss her neck and bare back, I say, "Give me a chance to love you. I'll always be there for you."

"Come on," she says laughing, "Take me home. I want to spend the night in your arms."

Picking up her shoes and climbing into the car, we drive off, leaving her thong somewhere in the grass, a surprise for someone to find the next day. As we drive away, I touch her thigh, truly happy for the first time in my life. 



A Dream Come True



I stood there, staring at her in awe. I had dreamed of this moment for years. She had become that unobtainable dream; the woman at work who I'd been sure would never have anything to do with me.

She was a dream. The way she moved. The perfection that was her body. Her smile and her laugh caused my heart to ache with unrequited longing every time I saw her. She'd always been so nice to me, but then she was nice to everyone. She would toss that auburn hair over her shoulder as she spoke and I would melt. But I could never show it. I knew that a woman that was this beautiful would never have anything to do with me. 

Yet here I stood. And there she stood. My heart beat faster, my soul burned with angst. What was happening had to be misunderstanding. I had only dreamed of her from afar for so long, and now I was standing in her bedroom, next to her bed, staring into those eyes. I was deaf with shock and trying to catch up.

"Martin, I've needed you for so long..."

Her soft words echoed in my mind over and over again. Was I fantasizing? Had she really just said that? Was the fix-up job she'd asked me about really just a ruse to fulfill all of my dreams?

I stepped towards her, gently caressing her shoulders, waiting for her to slap me and wake me from my daydream. Instead she tilted that lovely face upwards, parting her lips for a kiss. I trembled as I bent my head forward to join with her, still waiting to wake from the dream. 

Her mouth felt so good against mine. Soft, thick lips. Flushed with desire, I tried to calm myself as I caressed her lips with mine. I tried to project every bit of my soul, every desire, all of my ability to love, through that first blissful kiss. I could make love to her mouth forever! I sucked gently on her lower lip, drawing it into my mouth, then our tongues danced together in an erotic ballet. 

I was lost. Nothing else mattered, I can't tell you if we kissed for five minutes or and hour. The world stopped, time stopped, I was lost in her soul. I never wanted to be found.

I came to realize, now that she was actually in my arms; what had been a longing had become a hunger that would never be sated; a thirst that could never be quenched, no matter how often I feasted at her altar. Anything else I did from now on would only be flashes of life between the times that I could hold her close to me again.

As if I was afraid she would simply disappear if I moved too quickly, I reached down and lifted the peasant blouse she wore over her head, discarding it onto the floor. I traced my fingertips across her shoulders lightly, then down her arms until I was holding both of her hands in mine. I held them to her sides as I knelt down, covering her chest and abdomen with massaging kisses as I went. I reached up and unfastened the lacy little bra she was wearing, dropping it aside. 

I had watched her walk by so often, wondering what those breasts would look like, and I had to stay in place a moment now, taking in every detail of them. She is a petite girl, and her breasts are medium sized, very pert. Her areola and nipples are the bulbous, swollen type, and I subconsciously mapped every texture, every rise and swell of them in my mind now; I would be able to see them in my mind's eye now, and often when I was away from her, I would.

I traced them with my fingers tenderly, lovingly. Around the bottom, across the top, circling her erect nipples. I made love to them with my mouth and she sighed with passion. All the while I was lightly caressing her sides, her arms, her back with my fingers. I could not get enough.

She reached down and unfastened the skirt that she wore and it fell to the floor, where she kicked it away. The only thing left covering her was a lacy pair of white boy short panties. Trying not to show that I was shaking, I lowered them for her and she kicked them away also.

I traced my fingers along her sweet buttocks, down her thighs and calves while I smothered her abdomen with kisses. Just above her sex was a light, downy patch of matching auburn hair. Her small, smooth lips were shaven, and shown with a light sheen of her arousal. I couldn't help myself. I bent down and gently sucked the traces of her juices from them and she sucked in her breath with pleasure.

She took my hands and guided me back up her body until I was standing before her again, sharing another kiss. She reached forward with trembling hands and unfastened my belt, unbuttoned my pants and let them fall. She began to unbutton my shirt from the top, but I simply grabbed either side of it and ripped it apart, sending the buttons flying, then pulled it from my body. 

This time she slowly lowered herself down my body, caressing and kissing my chest and stomach as she did so. She lowered my briefs and helped me remove them and my pants from where they were piled at my feet. 

Her lips on my body felt so magnificent, sending fire through all of my senses. I felt her lips on my manhood, which had long since become hard and wanting. She explored every inch of my erection with her lips and tongue before she drew him into her molten, satiny mouth. My knees started to buckle and she grabbed my firm buttocks with both hands, holding me tightly to her in support. This was no obscene act; she was making love to my member as surely as she'd made love to my mouth moments earlier. She caressed him with her lips, teased just below his flaring head, and sucked him into and out of her. 

I knew that I couldn't last long like this. I was in heaven, and my body screamed out for the inevitable crescendo that was imminent. It took every bit of will I had to take her hands the way she had recently taken mine and guide her back up to a standing position. I kissed her again, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. When I pulled my mouth from hers she looked into my eyes in puzzlement; she knew I'd liked her attentions. I leaned in close, sucking tenderly on her earlobe and whispering, "I was raised that ladies always come first my love."

She smiled appreciatively as I covered her lovely throat with kisses. Gently I lifted her body in my arms and carried her to the middle of the bed, laying her down tenderly on her back. I stared into her eyes and tried to absorb all of her through them. 

I slowly kissed my way down her body again, this time continuing along her hips and the outside of her legs until I reached her feet. I tenderly kissed the tops of them, then worked my way up the insides of her legs. As I reached the insides of her thighs I lay down between them, kissing them all the while, sucking here and there.

I love making love to a woman's sex with my mouth, and I took a moment to gaze on the sight of hers. Softy I blew cool air across her moisture laden lips, drawing a sigh from her. I sucked first one, then the other of her lips into my mouth in turn, caressing them wholly with my lips, swirling my tongue across them. Next I covered her entire sex with my mouth, caressing it, massaging it lovingly.

I nuzzled against it, parting those lovely petals and running my tongue up and down between them. I inhaled her musky scent and reveled in her taste. I used my lips to part her labia even more, opening them up so that I could find her swollen clit between them. I flicked it once with my hardened, pointed tongue to let her know that I had found it and she shuddered with satisfaction. Flattening and softening my tongue, I bathed it gently, caressing it tenderly. I was rewarded with her bucking softly, rhythmically against my face. 

Now I hardened my tongue again and lashed out at it, dancing back and forth, up and down, swirling the little bud before bathing it once again with the flat of my tongue. All the while I used my lips to caress hers.

As a momentary diversion for her, I lowered slightly, pressing my tongue into her velvety tunnel until I found her g-spot, rubbing across it several times before I returned my attentions to her little love bud.

After a few minutes of making love to her womanhood, her sighs and moans increased in intensity, her bucking hips became more frantic until she was crying out through her first orgasm, its tendrils snaking through her entire body like fire. Her fingers tangled themselves with my hair and she held my face tightly to her while she came. I swelled with pride and with lust.

When her muscles relaxed and she fell back on the bed, I ever so lightly traced the outlines of her sex again, careful not to torment her post-orgasmic sensitivity. As she grew more relaxed and some of the blood left the extremities of her sex, I covered it entirely with my mouth again and gently caressed it. I wasn't trying to titillate her right now, just relax her. I listened and when I heard a lustful, "MMMmmmmMM" escape her, I knew she was ready once again.

It was time to up the stakes a little, so as I began my attentions to her inner lips and her clit once again, I gently inserted two of my cum moistened fingers into her, soon finding the mildly bumpy surface of her g-spot. While my tongue and lips danced with and darted across her nether regions, my fingers played across her insides, reading then like Braille. Soon she again found her rhythm, massaging herself across my face as my lips caressed hers. 

Again I was rewarded with another shattering orgasm, this time she raised her hips up off the bed as the pleasure coursed through her body. She cried out almost in surprise, "OOOHH GAAAAWWWDDD!!!" Shoving herself into my devouring mouth in craven lust, "YEEESS!! UUUNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGHHHH...OOOOHHH!!!"

One orgasm after another coursed through her body in wave after wave. She didn't pull away or try to stop this time, "Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!! Yessssss!!!!!  OH F-U-C-K!!!!!!"

Music to my ears! I danced my tongue across her little love bud and kept at her for what seemed like forever until she finally dropped back to the bed in exhaustion. 

I moved down a little and kissed her thighs lightly this time, tenderly sucking on them. She tried to pull me up to her, but I resisted, "Trust me.....trust me...." She caressed my hair with her fingertips as I continued to love her sex with my mouth gently. It took longer this time, but sure enough in a few moments she was ready again. 

I replayed my earlier attentions to her all over again, and soon she was gyrating her hips again, sighing out in pleasure as her orgasm approached. I had another trick up my sleeve and looked forward to using it. As her body led her into another pulsating orgasm, I suddenly sucked her clit and the flesh around it deep into my mouth, as if I was fellating a little cock. Massaging the lower part with my closed lips, I darted my tongue around her distended little love bud. Her hips came up so far off of the bed that I was nearly kneeling in order to stay with her. I cupped her tightened buttocks in my hands to support her, but didn't stop my attentions to her sex. She screamed! Literally screamed out in an agonizingly intense series of full body orgasms. Every part of her body was drawn tight, every nerve ending on fire. Oh, what I would give to know what a woman feels like when she experiences this!

Her head was thrashing back and forth frantically as she tried to find words, her chest heaving; I got yet another reward. She ejaculated! Her hot cum shot out into my mouth, striking the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, relishing the passion of the moment, her taste, the feel of her. 

She stayed up like this for a long, long time, and then suddenly the sensations surging through her body released her, and she fell to the bed, covered in perspiration and her own juices. My God she was beautiful!

I moved up her body and lay down on top of her gently, tracing her face tenderly with my kisses until she had recovered enough to return my attentions. Our lips melded together, my eyes locked to hers; I suddenly raised my hips up and slammed forward, impaling her sopping pussy balls deep onto my long, hard phallus with one quick, violent thrust. She sucked in her breath, "MMMPPPPHHHHH!!! YEEEESSSS!!!! FUCK ME!"

Ever so slowly, I slid myself back out of her love tunnel until only my head was teasing her lips. Then I slowly slid back in, savoring every sensation. I repeated this several times, enjoying the molten glove of her sex.  Then I leaned up onto my knees, raised her legs up over my shoulders and slowly began to increase my rhythm. She returned my loving thrust for thrust and soon we were pounding ourselves against each other with abandon, both frantic for our release. Any semblance of restraint was gone now for me, I wanted, no needed to become one with her, to drive my tool through her until I got release.

"OOOOHHHH GAAAWWWWDDDDD!!!! Oh Michele!!!!! UNGH!! AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

It felt like my manhood was exploding within her. Like every bit of stress, any angst I'd ever felt in my entire life was leaving my body through my coupling with the woman of my dreams.

The feel of my pounding cock, my unbridled passion, my seed erupting within her in sudden volcanic release sent her over the edge and she cried out as we shared our orgasm together.  It seemed to last forever, and would have been glorious to me if it had, if we had stayed in that place together for the remainder of our lives.

I leaned forward and picked her up into my arms, still impaled upon me. She sat in my lap, her legs around me while we came down from our intense high together. 

She looked up into my eyes; I saw all of my dreams within them. I whispered to her that I loved her, thanking her for coming into my life. She traced my lips with her fingertips and told me that she loved me also, and we kissed once again.

Much to my surprise my erection had never waned, still throbbing within my old flame; my new lover. She pressed herself into me, but winced slightly. I asked if it was too much and she nodded apologetically. I ran my fingers through her hair, telling her it was O.K., we had a lifetime to make love.

We drifted off to sleep with me cradling her in my arms, my hand cupping one of her lovely breasts, my still aroused manhood pressed against her lovely backside. This was a dream I hoped I would never wake from. 



A Dream Come True



I must thank the seeker and Kitschx who helped me Edit and Polish the Story.



"Ohhh God, Dad, please, more... just... a bit more... Please help me come", Selma whispered to me. 

I was busy sucking on her clitoris, while we were flying through the sky at 35,000 feet. My dream cunt, my obsession, my very own daughter was right there in front of my face.... My dream come true... at last. 

But before I proceed, let me back up a bit, and give you a brief introduction. I am 56 years young, and in the pink of health. I am a Surgeon by profession. I run my own Hospital in Indonesia. My wife, like me, is part Malay and part Indian. She is 51, and very pretty, only a bit overweight, and unfortunately, losing interest in sex. 

However, we share a very happy home, and a happy marriage with two wonderful boys. Our eldest son is Roger, who is a Bio-mechanical Engineer in Florida. He is married to Hilary, who is an American girl. 

Samuel, my other son, is a Doctor. He is married to Selma, who is also a Doctor. Sam and Selma fell in Love during their Medical School days. Though she is two years his junior, she often used to come home and to the Hospital. We knew that they were going to get married and both my wife and I had no objections. I discovered later that her Dad had wanted her to marry the son of some business associate. So Selma's dad was a bit unhappy initially at the thought of her marrying our boy Samuel. Both Sam and Selma did their Masters study in America. They worked in a hospital there for a few years and are now back in Indonesia with us. 

Selma is 29 years old. She is a tall, well proportioned woman. I would guess her measurements at about 34 - 26 – 36. And she is an extremely attractive girl. 

In my opinion, she would be well suited to act in some advertisement, especially for lingerie. She has that look that is sexually beckoning. 

After their return to Malaysia, Selma started coming to the hospital . With both my son and his wife now there, I started to slowly handover various responsibilities to them. I continued to see my patients. I supervised what my son and daughter did with the patients and provided them with what I felt were necessary inputs. For some time now, our family have been prominent citizens. We have earned respect in the community, so I wield a certain amount of influence in the Country. I was the personal Physician to at least two State Ministers, members of the Royal family, and also to several Generals in the Army. 

I have noticed that Selma very often comes in to my examining room and watches me interact with patients. She always assisted me in the Operating Room. I found that I was starting to feel a bit more than just a fatherly love toward her. 

I always loved it when my Daughter in Law would kiss my cheeks as Birthday/ Anniversary greetings. I used to get a brush or two now and then during clinic and surgery meetings. Selma would also give me a peck or two while I was watching TV or eating. 

In retrospect I now recall that these kisses were not all initiated by me. Once, while I was reading some stuff from an adult site at home, Selma she walked in. My back was to the door and I did not see or hear her come in to the room. 

She said "Dad..." 

When I turned and saw her, she just smiled at me and went out to get me a glass of milk. 

I was a bit embarrassed to say the least. I had no idea how long she was standing behind me, and whether she saw me as I had unconsciously been stroking my semi-erect cock through my pajamas.

She started to smiled at me a bit differently, sort of a 'knowing' smile, from that time on. 

I used to imagine and fantasize about Selma. I had even written a story to this site, that I did not post. It was tentatively titled "Selma, my darling daughter in Law". I never got it to the point where I really considered it finished, but was developing the story. 

Around late fall last year (2007), Sam and Selma were to travel to Washington, D.C. for a Medical conference. They had even paid the delegate fee and the Hotel deposit in advance. One of Sam's Patients, who was a very important person, wanted to schedule a surgery at that same time. Sam and Selma could not back out from the conference without losing a lot of money. By chance, it happened that my wife and I were to travel to Florida around that date to spend time with Roger, my eldest son. The four of us decided that I should travel with Selma, attend the conference, fly to Florida with Selma afterwards, while my wife would join me with Sam in Florida for a family reunion at Christmas. Both Hilary's and Selma's Parents were also going to be joining us for the Holidays. 

I was thrilled at being presented with the opportunity to travel with Selma. We were to fly to New York from Djakarta, with a stop over in London. We were traveling in First Class and there were hardly any other passengers in that section with us. There was just an elderly couple with a small boy, probably a grandchild, and two businessmen, who appeared to be Japanese. They were engrossed in such deep a discussion that they did not even seem aware that the flight had taken off. 

After takeoff, Selma took out her Lap top computer and started to open a presentation file. This presentation was in regards a paper that she was to present at the conference. Selma asked me to review it for her. 

I reached over towards Selma for the lap top and started to read the presentation when she said, "One minute". She minimized the presentation file to check out something else.... 

It was then I noticed an icon on the screen which I thought was titled "Selma my darling daughter" 

I was a bit taken aback. 

Selma checked some file, and after a minute gave the lap top back to me and said, "Can you check out that presentation, Dad?"

I smiled over at her and started to look into one of the in flight magazines. I opened the lap top. Before I opened up the presentation file, I looked at the icon and saw that the file was indeed what I thought it was. I opened the file to find that it was my story, and I started to read when I noticed that Selma had got up from her seat and probably had gone to the rest room. 

Actually, she was watching me from afar. She later admitted this to me. 

I was stunned to see that the story was mine. But it was somehow different. It had been edited and more intimate stuff added. By reading this, I learned that my idiot son Sam did not give Selma much in terms of oral pleasure, but that he did at least get oral sex from her. 

In that revised story, the new author (I presumed it was Selma) had mentioned how much she had wanted me (Dear old dad) from the beginning, and how she harbored a deep lust for me. 

I read the story, or should I say the new story, and my cock was getting quite when she returned to her seat, sat down, and with a smile asked me, "So Dad, how was it..?" 

I was a bit taken aback and did not reply. I looked at her quizzically and she said , "The presentation Dad ...?" 

I replied "...Good... uhhh very good." 

The flight attendant came to check if we needed anything and Selma asked her for a Vodka Martini. I was stumped as I had never seen her drink anything but Wine and an occasional glass of beer... Selma proceeded to ask one for me too and said...."Relax Dad , Holiday season..." 

I smiled back at her observation... 

When the Drinks were delivered, I asked for the next round as well. 

Selma asked for a dinner menu. After we had a nice meal of Chicken a la Kiev, a shrimp salad with some nice dry white wine to go, a couple of glasses each, Selma asked for a blanket and the overhead lights were switched off. 

I was in a tizzy, and did not know what to do. To quote Hamlet (Sort of...) To do, or not to do....

Selma wrapped the blanket in such a way that it covered her and even a bit of me, she placed her head on my shoulders and said, "Is this o.k. Dad?"

I said, "Of course."

She snuggled up to me. By now her breasts were rubbing my forearm and I was feeling extremely randy. I slowly put my hand around her and patted her shoulder and she covered my hand with the blanket. 

My hand started to drop from her shoulder. I should mention that her shoulder skin was exposed to my touch, as she had worn a sleeveless blouse. I was just touching her arms when she bent down and my hands came in contact with the soft flesh of her breasts. I could hear her exhale softly with a 'hissss'. I thought I felt her hands groping my pants! I normally avoid alcohol, being a surgeon, so I was not too sure if it might just be the Vodka that was making me imagine all this, or if it was really happening. 

I soon realized it was real. Selma's hands were all over my thighs, and she had sunk down in her seat so that her head was lying on my belly now. 

She turned her face and looked up at me and asked... "What's wrong Dad? Is there some problem? Not feeling Sleepy?" 

My reply was just a muffled grunt, as she had hit a very sensitive spot in my groin with her hand. I threw caution to the wind, and my hands groped for her Breasts. In no time at all I found them. As I started to massage and feel around, she looked at me and smiled, and she proceeded to unbutton her blouse and her bra to provide me with easier access.... I mentally gave thanks for the system the airlines have developed that provides fairly large blankets to first class passengers. We were both covered by the blanket and the cabin was fairly dark. 

In any case, as near as I could tell, almost all of the passengers on the plane were asleep. 

My thoughts drifted back to Selma and I felt those beautiful breasts. I carefully lifted the blanket just a bit and peeped in to see that her breasts were very fair and they felt quite firm to my touch... Her nipples were erect by now, and she was lying face up on my lap. I bent over to kiss her sweet lips. 

She was breathing heavily as I continued to massage her fine tits. I was in heaven! I was by now grunting, and she had sat up to take my face in her soft hands and move it to her breasts. I leaned over, under the blanket, and started to go to town with my tongue lapping at her nipples. 

She was whispering in my ears... "So daddy wants his baby's milk? He wants to suck her boobs?" 

In the spirit of her comment, I replied, "Yes, baby! Please..."

She grabbed my head and pressed my mouth on to her swollen nipples. 

I grabbed them between my lips and started to suck on them. I imagined I was sucking on them as if I were a hungry child.

She said "I've waited so long for this Dad. Please don't stop. Suck me dry, both of them!" 

She then pressed on my head indicating she wanted to transfer my lips to her other nipple. 

I started to bite just a bit, when she said, "Ohhhh, yesss dad! Please be a bit rough... hurt me a little..."

I lifted y head just long enough to say, "O.K. baby...", and bit her nipples and squeezed those lovely melons hard.

She hissed and said, "More... Please Dad..... more, more, suck me more, bite me, more." 

I started to let my hands do a bit of exploring of her body while nibbling her nipples, and let them grope up her thighs. Thanks to the inventor of the sarong Selma was wearing. It turned out to be such a convenient dress for such amorous occasions. 

Oh, her young thighs were so smooth and well rounded. I kept moving my gentle caresses up her thighs. By now I had also hit a nice high in terms of the stiffness of my own erection. 

Selma was busy trying to unzip my pants and take my stiff cock out. 

As soon as my fingers touched her slit, I found her pussy to be wet already. In fact she was drenched and she almost yelled out the word "Daaaad...."

I was afraid that somebody in the cabin may have heard us.... The sexual tension of all this was too much. My fingers found her clit and I started to finger her. 

She said "Oh, dad, please, oh, God, nooooooo," just before she tensed up and climaxed. This climax was her second. She was moving around so much that it was obvious that she yearned for more... 

I asked her, "Was it good???"

She said only, "Wow...." 

Before I could say anything in response, she had my dick out of my trousers and held the shaft with her hand. Selma said, "Dad, you are big... Much bigger than Sammy!" 

I had started to leak my pre cum, which she licked up eagerly. She started to lick my knob first, and tease the length of my shaft with her tongue. I whispered into her ear that it had been more than 6 months ago that I made love, and hence I may not be able to hold off for very long. 

She turned her face toward me and smiled at me. She said, "No problem Dad! We will take care of that." 

She continued to lick and suck my cock. I was in such a state of complete arousal that I did not notice the blanket had come off and her blowing me was fully visible to anyone that happened to be awake. 

I tried to pull the blanket back up over us when she said, "No dad! It's too hot.... So what if someone sees us. We don't know them! 

I was dumbfounded at her boldness. In one of her hands she held onto both of my balls and asked me, "So dad, you've been holding your cum up inside here for your little daughter? Are these balls full for me Dad? Do you like it???"

And then Selma pressed my shaft between her fingers while she bit me gently on the tip of my cock. She started to let her teeth run gently along the full length of my cock. 

That felt so good that I said, "Selma that is sooo fantastic." 

She asked me, "Does ma, Blow you dad..." 

I told her the truth, which was No.... "Maybe three decades ago when she was younger and before the boys were born....." 

Selma said, "I bet she hasn't done this...", and proceeded to suck me like a vacuum cleaner. 

I told her, "Selma dear, I am going to come.... please..."

She said, "Yes daddy, come for me Dad, come...", and her lips held on to my shaft tightly while she proceeded to suck me dry..... 

I shot my load of cum for her, and she lapped it up. 

As I was coming, she looked up at me and smiled with her eyes and swallowed my cock down her throat... 

I was so thrilled and blown away..... 

I guess one could say I was blown away by my Daughter. 

She said "Dad, I came again when you did... it was fantastic" and she smiled with her cum covered lips. 

I told her, "Selma, no favor goes unrewarded." I moved to get on my knees in front of her. I suppose you could say I was half kneeling, half squatting. I moved my hands to her hips and she raised her hips for me. I reached forward and pulled her soaked panties off her hips. 

She knew what was coming and said, "Dad, you know Sam does not like to do that for me. From your story I found that you were obsessed with licking my Cunt, now your daughter's cunt is all yours ..." 

At first I started to kiss her thighs and to gently let my hands roam around the mound above her cunt, but below her navel. She closed her eyes and was leaking her own pre-cum. She was hissing with pleasure and moaning slightly. She grabbed my head and held it to her tightly. 

Selma brought my head to her cunt and said, "Please Dad, eat your daughter to your heart's content." 

I said, "All in good time...", and proceeded to tease her with my fingers and kiss her thighs. I found her swollen cunt lips with my finger tips and started to fondle them. Then I reached for her clitoris. Her clit was standing in attention and the opening of her vagina was oozing. I felt her wetness.

She said, "Ahhh.... please dad, please...." 

I could not resist any longer, and proceeded to lean forward and lick her cunt lips. 

The moment my tongue touched her cunt she came loudly and said, "More Dad, please once more Dad!!!"

I planted my lips firmly on her clit and started to suck her cunt, and more importantly, paid attention to her clitoris. As I sucked she cried, "Ohh, God, what a wonderful feeling , oh , please Dad... don't stop, make your baby come once more, please!"

At this encouragement, I started to suck her clit like it was her nipple and she was screaming and creaming.... Her screams were soft but not her orgasms!!! I was busy down there and she had her eyes closed and legs spread for me... My dream was finally coming true! 

Selma came again, more violently than before, only to find my lips still firmly clamped on her clit. I was still licking and sucking!

she was twitching. And by now she was a bundle of excited nerves. It was then we both turned to see that the lady flight attendant who had served us was sitting just behind us and watching our sexual display, with her skirt up around her waist and her right hand deep inside her Panties!!! 

I looked at her right in the eyes. She smiled at the two of us and said, "Please, carry on!"

My daughter was by now even more excited, if that is possible. I dropped my head back to Selma's lap, knowing that we had a willing voyeur.

I held my mouth firmly on Selma's cunt lips. I pushed my tongue inside Selma's cunt and felt her clit with my hand. I 'tongue fucked' her again, until she came and said, Enough dad, Please, Stop, I cannot take more!!!" . I removed my lips and noticed that Selma had closed her eyes and was in a world of her own.

As I came up I spied the flight attendant ,was also deeply engrossed in bringing herself to a climax.Her eyes were closed and she was moaning in a soft voice " Yes, dad,that's the way your Paula like it , lick the bud Dad , yeah ,suck your babys Clit.." and then she came so loudly that Selma woke up from her slumber and looked at Paula.Paula smiled at both of us and whispered " Thanks dad, you were terrific.." gave us a wink , adjusted her Uniform and went back to her Work Station.

We landed and as we left the aircraft I noticed Selma exchanging a few words with Paula and giving her a business card... 

I thought to myself.....What is in Store for me at the Hotel Room in Washington, D.C.??? Well that story is for another day...

I hope you enjoyed reading about our flight one tenth as much as I enjoyed living through it! 



A Dream Come True



Julia sighed as she flipped on the light and tossed her keys on the table. Her tiny little house seemed so silent and lonely. It was nice to be away from a hectic work day, to be back her haven where she could curl up in her rocking chair, drink some tea, and delve into a really good book. Still, sometimes, even in her three-room little cottage, things seemed empty. There were too many lonely echoes and she caught herself talking to no one but herself from time to time.

Tonight was especially hard to stave off loneliness. It was the beginning of her two-week holiday break. She realized that she really had no friends other than those she had at work. They would be doing their own thing with family and friends right now. 

Mentally, she tried to cheer herself up. It was the holidays! That meant cooking and baking and dinner with family, presents, and bright decorations. Julia lit the squat little woodstove that crouched next to the window, listening to the mournful noises of the wind outside. She saw that there was a bit of snow blowing up in miniature drifts on the porch. Frost, her big Alaskan malamute, was sprawled contentedly in the snow, watching the closing night for any intruders.

Smiling, Julia poured some tea and bustled about the house, straightening up. It was only a few minutes before her face was again set in a troubled frown. She knew why she was having issues with the holidays, whether she wanted to admit it or not. It was Jake. She'd known him for more than a year now, since he'd started working at the small recycling plant where Julia was employed. They had become fast friends—best friends even. She got used to seeing him almost every day. 

She wished he was here now. It was the perfect evening to be inside, wrapped in blankets in front of the woodstove, talking. The snow outside had picked up, but inside everything was so cozy and just right for cuddling. She'd even lit a few candles. It would be heaven just to rest in his arms and watch the lights flicker...

Good God, what was she thinking? Jake and she were friends, and nothing more. She had been secretly devastated to learn that his most recent relationship had been with another guy. At last, she had met a guy who she thought she could actually fall in love with, and, just her luck, he turned out to be gay. At least he made the greatest best friend.

She remembered the few times during a heat wave that they had gone swimming together. It had been hard to keep her eyes off of him. She certainly hadn't made friends with him because of his looks, but she couldn't help thinking how lucky she was. At least she could look at him. He was gorgeous. He had striking eyes set in a well-defined face. A wiry, lean athlete, he was no taller than she, but carried himself so well that no one would have noticed. She remembered staring at the way his muscles moved, glistening and wet. 

Angrily, Julia told herself she had to stop thinking like this. She hauled out a book and sat down with it determinedly. No more thinking about Jake. 

Before long, her fingers began wandering as she read. As she turned the pages, one hand massaged a breast, thumb rubbing back and forth, squeezing. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples began to appear through her shirt as tiny, hard dots. Flicking her thumb back and forth over the little, raised points, Julia let out a sigh. She put down the book. Slowly, she stripped off her soft cotton top, pinching her breasts lightly as she let it drop onto a chair. Unbuttoning her jeans, she slithered out of them with a wriggle of her small, shapely ass. She contemplated her underwear—skimpy red lace with black trim—and then slipped them off as well. 

Wandering naked across the room to her kitchen cabinet, Julia winced as she realized that all of her curtains were down and in the wash. She shrugged it off. Her small cottage was set well back from the road in a fairly un-traveled neighborhood. It had once been a vacation summerhouse for a more wealthy, previous owner and had been situated with privacy in mind. 

Julia had decided to treat herself today, celebrating her time off with a bottle of wine—something she rarely bought. Uncorking it, she got out a fine goblet from the back of the cupboard and poured herself a full glass. Wine and bottle in hand, she returned to sit in a wide, fluffy armchair, pulling a small throw over her lap. She felt a bit pampered, with the candles lit, the musky taste of wine, and the slippery feel of the blanket's silk lining against her bare skin. She continued reading, but distracted herself increasingly; at first tugging gradually at one blushed pink nipple, then the other. Eventually, one hand meandered down under the blanket, toying with her clit. She rubbed it in slow circles, then pressed deeply on the small, pearl-like spot.

"Mmmmmm." She rocked her hips, tilting her pelvis upwards, her fingers moving faster. The blanket had slipped off onto the floor. Stopping abruptly, Julia sighed and poured herself another full glass of wine. She had to watch; Jake was trying to slip into her fantasies. Long ago, she had promised herself that she would never let herself fantasize about being with him, both out of respect for her friend and out of self-preservation. She didn't want to open that can of worms. 

Perhaps it was the slight effect of the wine, perhaps not, but soon her mind drifted again. She imagined him suddenly showing up on her doorstep. His car had broken down or something. Since the weather was so bad, he asked if he could stay the night... She slipped a finger into her pussy, feeling how wet she had become. The book had now joined the blanket on the floor. She worked a second finger and then a third into her now dripping cunt, her other hand busily tweaking her clit. She imagined what he looked like naked, his toned muscles and slim belly, the hollows of his hips shadowed just so, his cock-- 

Shit, she had to stop! Julia took a swig from the wine bottle, noticing that there was barely half a glass left. What the hell, why not? She sipped the last of the wine, berating herself. She had to stop this nonsense. Thinking about what it would be like with him would only make her want him more, and she knew only too well how far that would get her. Why, oh why did she have to fall for someone she could never have? She downed the last bit of wine, fingers rubbing at her damp, swollen lips. Still, what was the real harm of imagining? She could do it just this once, couldn't she? Then maybe she would stop thinking about it for a bit. Why not?

She attacked her clit with more fervor, quickly shoving three fingers into her aching cunt. "Oooh, I want you," she murmured. Her fingers on her clit were sending tingles all over her body, jolts of desire shooting straight down to her drenched cunt. Slowly, her hips gyrated into the air. God, she wanted fucked. She wanted something deep inside her pussy, she wanted to be filled. 

She glanced around the room. She had never been one for toys, nor did she often even play with herself. She was somewhat shocked at herself right now, but she was feeling so damn turned-on. God, but she wanted something; her fingers just weren't enough. "Uuhnh," she groaned as her clit throbbed. Her body tossed, awash with heat. Her roving eyes finally fell on the empty wine bottle... 

Flipping it over, she straddled it on the chair arm, stretching her cunt wide with her fingers. Slowly, she pushed down onto it, her fingers flying over her clit, rubbing in quick circles. "Oh, yeah, just like that, baby," she moaned, closing her eyes. Her juices were streaming down over the glass, slippery and glistening. Lifting her legs off the floor, she let her bodyweight pull her down, impaling her on the makeshift dildo. She plucked at her tits, moaning. Drawing the thick glass phallus from her, she plunged back down on it, grinding her hips in towards the chair arm, stimulating her clit on the back of the chair. "Fuck, fuck, mmmm... Fuck me," she hissed. Pressing further, she whimpered, writhing, as she felt it bottom out. Lifting slightly, she shoved again, harder, stretching her cunt to its limits.

"Oh God!" she cried and began grinding up and down on the glistening shaft. "Oh, yessss..." She moved faster and harder until she was taking the glass in up to where it began to narrow at the neck. Her cunt was dripping, making a damp spot on the chair. "Oh, Jake!" she shrieked at last, stiffening, and then she collapsed into the chair, the heavy glass rod still all the way inside her.

She stirred at last to slip it out, and lay panting, sprawled over the armchair. Slowly, her senses returned. She couldn't believe she had done that. Now all she could think of was Jake, and how very badly she wanted to touch him, caress his body all over. How much she wanted him to fuck her silly. 

"Good lord, I'm a horrible person," she muttered. Shaking, she cleaned up a bit. She peeked out the door to check on Frost. The dog just panted at her happily. Dazed, she wandered back in and finally fell back into the armchair. Now she'd done it; she'd unleashed the demons. All she could do was think about the moment that she'd cried out his name—how just saying it had overwhelmed her whole body. 

"Fu-uuck. That was the best orgasm I've ever had," she whispered, sighing deeply.

"Was it now? Would you care for another?" A male voice spoke from behind her. Shrieking, Julia leapt to her feet, spinning around to find herself nose to nose with Jake. He was laughing.

"Oh my God!" Julia gasped, clapping her hands to her mouth. "Oh...shit." She covered her face, burning with shame, tears pressing at her eyes. She felt Jake softly pulled her hands away, but kept her eyes cast down, mortified. 

"Jules, it's okay," he reassured her. She just shook her head wildly.

"Jake, I am so sorry, I just—I--" Before she could get any further, he leaned in and kissed her.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," he told her quietly. "You just never seemed interested, and I was just too scared."

"What? But, Jake... You're gay, right?" Julia gasped. Jake started laughing again. 

"God Jules, is that what you thought? How did we never talk about this? I'm bi."

"Um, oh. I see," Julia whispered faintly. "I—mmmpff." Jake cut her off again with a kiss, pulling her close. Pressed against him, Julia could feel his hard-on rubbing against her thigh through his jeans. "Were you watching the whole time?" she questioned accusingly.

"Maybe," he returned, flirting. "That was pretty hot, you know..." Julia didn't know what to say. Suddenly, Jake picked her up and tossed her into the armchair. He bent over her, breathing hotly into her ear. "How 'bout the real thing?" Julia almost passed out, her heart was pounding so hard. "You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," Jake told her, "and I've just watched you make yourself come, begging for me to fuck you." 

Stepping back, he unzipped his jacket and pulled his shirt off over his head. Unlacing his boots, he kicked them off, undid his belt, and shimmied out of his jeans. He bent quickly to pull off his socks, flashing Julia a great view of his gorgeous ass. Straightening, Jake pounced on her, barely giving her enough time to take in the sight of his naked body, muscles highlighted by the candlelight. She almost went through the roof as he clamped his mouth over one of her nipples.

"Jesus, Julia, I want you so much," he gasped, peppering her breasts with kisses. "Is this okay? I mean, tell me what you want." He looked up at her face for reassurance. She had been so in shock that she had been simply laying there, draped over the chair, arms and legs flung wide. Now, his words and the passion in his eyes goaded her into motion. Grasping his shoulders, she pulled him up to meet her lips in a wild, ferocious kiss. Arching her back, she rubbed her pussy against his hard-on, moaning. 

Pulling away, he dropped down to his knees in front of the chair and fairly dove into her cunt, his tongue probing, his lips sucking hungrily. He latched onto her clit and swirled his tongue, making her body jerk violently as she bit back a scream of pure pleasure. She came right then, writhing as her muscles rippled, her juices dripping down his chest. She recovered just long enough to catch her breath to shriek as he plunged his fingers into her soaked cunt. Mewling with ecstatic agony, she shoved against him, pushing his fingers even deeper into her pussy. Her body shuddered as she reached another earthshaking orgasm, colored lights dancing in her vision. He gave her a break this time, shifting to reverse their positions.

She saw what he wanted, and eagerly obliged, grabbing his rockhard cock with both hands. She licked up and down his shaft, changing their frenzied pace to a slower one. She wanted to savor this. Carefully, she fit the head of his cock into her mouth, sliding her lips over it gradually. She flicked her tongue. Pulling her mouth away, she began working her hands up and down, relishing the smoothness of his skin. She swirled her thumbs over the head, making his body jerk, cock pulsing in her hands. Swiftly, she took him into her mouth, plunging down until her nose was buried in his soft hair. It was his turn to cry out, fingers clawing at the cushions. She bobbed her head up and down, letting him feel the tip of his cock sliding over the back of her throat.

"Stop, stop," he gasped. "I'm going to cum." Julia pulled away for a moment, looking up at him with a devilish grin.

"Would that be so bad?" she asked.

"Oh, I've got more plans for you first," he told her, returning her wicked smile. He pulled her up into his lap and had her lie back, resting her head on his shoulder. Reaching down, her began rubbing her clit with one hand, his other kneading her breast. He bent his head to slowly suck on her free nipple and thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock up between her legs. Julia was practically senseless with pleasure, bucking and wriggling in his lap.

"Fu-fu-fuucck," she groaned. "Jake. Oh God, Jake, fuck me. Shove that hard cock up my pussy. I want you in me NOW." Jake could only give a strangled moan in return as he flipped her over one of the chair arms and buried his cock in her from behind. She screamed his name as one of his hands pressed into her clit and he started pumping his hips, slamming his cock all the way into her over and over. 

Their skin slid together, slippery with her cum, her ass cheeks were bouncing up and down deliciously. Turning her over again, this time draped backwards over the chair so her breasts were exposed, he bit lightly at her nipples and rammed up into her cunt with one thrust. 

"Jake, Jake," she shrieked. "Cum inside me, Jake. I want to feel your cum filling up my pussy." Her words whipped him into a frenzy, and he drove his cock into her dripping cunt even faster. They were both howling as her pussy clenched around his shaft, their muscles spasming, as his cock pumped jet after jet of hot cum into her. He gave one more final thrust, his cock slippery with cum, feeling the head sink into the back wall of her passage. Then he collapsed on top of her. 

Panting, they lay in a crumpled heap across Julia's armchair, bodies trembling, still twitching from little aftershocks. 

"Oh, Jesus, Jules. God, you're incredible," Jake gasped. She moaned in response, sitting up.

"Jake..." She wrapped her arms around him and felt him adjust his body to cradle hers, returning her embrace. They sat in a tangle of limbs, sated, and blissfully happy. 

Julia glanced up to see Frost with her nose plastered to the window. She laughed.

"We gave her quite a show," she said, pointing. "You know, you've got some explaining to do. Such as how you ended up spying on me in the dark of night when you're supposed to be off on holiday."

"I know, I know," he returned. "Still, I'm guessing you're not too mad at me, huh?"

"Oh, hell no."



A Dream Come True



My husband has a fantasy about watching me kissing another woman. Little did he know his dream was about to come true.

It all started as a very innocent night of exploration, trying something new. I have always enjoyed him being in control but tonight it was my turn. I had already made arrangements for a friend to sneak quietly into the house while he was distracted. So after an enjoyable supper and a little TV viewing it was time for playing.

During the day I had secretly put a rope under the mattress and hide the ends from his view. A blind fold was hidden as well. Now it was time for them to make an appearance.

As I pulled out the end of the rope on my side of the bed I could see his eyes begin to question how this night was going to run. I took his right hand and tied it up and then walked around the other side of the bed, pulled out the rope and tied up his left hand. I made sure he had very limited movement of his arms and would not be able to stop anything that happened.

Now he sleeps without a shirt so there was no fabric to get in my way up top but his underwear would need to be removed. I reached down and stroked his cock to life through them. He was starting to get excited as he realised that I was in control of him and anything he did.

I climbed between his legs and started rubbing and kissing his cock through his underwear. When he was fairly hard I started to pull them down and started licking and kissing his erect cock. After a few minutes of this he was fully hard and standing at attention, just the way I wanted him to be. Now it was time for the blindfold.

I pulled it out from its hiding spot and gently raised his head and tied it so that he was no longer able to see anything that was happening. I stroked and licked his cock some more so he knew my intention was only to please him. As he grew at ease I could see he was really getting into this.

It was during this time that I gave a cough loud enough for my friend to know it was time to enter. As she came quietly into the room I could see she was fully undressed and already as excited as was. I got off the bed and motioned for her to get on it from the other side. This way he had no idea there was two of us in the room.

She understood what needed to be done and immediately took over where I left off with his juicy cock. She never touched him with her hands but her tongue was running all over his entire erect shaft and balls, licking up the juices that were slowing dripping from the head. I stood and watched while she enjoyed every minute of pleasure she was giving him and it seemed he was totally enjoying it too as he was moaning every time she would suck his cock deep into her warm mouth.

This continued for some time and I could see he was very excited and soon would not be able to control himself. Now it was time for him to realise what truly was happening, but I wasn't going to remove the blindfold. I crawled on the bed, and quietly whispered in his ear "Are you enjoying yourself? Do you like the feel of her mouth on your hard cock?"

It wasn't hard to know that he fully understood what was happening at that very moment. How could one mouth be whispering in his ear and another mouth be deep throating him at the very same time? A deep moan erupted from his mouth and his cock seemed to grow even harder.

Now he has always enjoyed a nice juicy pussy so I knew that tonight would be no exception. I could see she was really into sucking him, so I reached down and felt her wet warm pussy. She was so wet that as soon as I touched her she broke her silence and a moan escaped around his cock. I slipped a finger in and moved it around making sure it was nice and wet. Pulling it out I whispered to him about how wet it was and that I really wanted to taste it. I asked him if he would like a taste to but all he could do was groan. I slipped 2 fingers into her pussy this time and then bringing right up close to his face I licked them off. He could smell her scent and I let him know just how wonderful it tasted. He asked for a taste, so I slipped them in again and this time let him lick her juices off my fingers.

Now I really enjoy making my husband cum and he really enjoys watching it shoot all over me but tonight was my turn to watch and he was not going to be able to stop it from happening. I slipped down between his legs and the two of us took turns licking, sucking, and kissing his cock and balls. I could tell he was about to cum and he was trying to get us to stop what we were doing by wriggling around on the bed but we had his legs pinned down under us and after a few minutes he could no longer hold it anymore.

His cum shot out of his cock and all over his belly as we watched and stroked it until there was nothing left. This was a most glorious site, my husband covered in his own glistening cum; it was just begging to be licked from his stomach but I had other plans.

I asked him if he was ready to see what was going to happen to him next and he quickly said yes please. I reached behind his head and unfastened the blindfold. As his eyes adjusted I could see he was wondering why I wasn't untying his hands yet as well. I told him there was still more to come and he needed to be patient and let us enjoy him.

I moved closer to my friend and started to kiss her. It was a deep passionate kiss, tongues interlocking, licking each others lips and tasting his pre-cum in each other's mouths. I could see he was totally enjoying this scene as his cock was getting hard again. I moved down and started licking and sucking on one of her nipple and then the other, bringing them to tight little buds. I told him how hard they were and asked if he was enjoying what he was seeing. He agreed that this was the hottest thing he had ever seen and didn't want us to stop.

I continued my sucking on her nipples and ran my hand back down to her pussy. Her clit was so hard that as soon as I touched it she almost came. I slipped my fingers back into her wet pussy and asked him if he would like another taste. He asked if he could and I ran my fingers across his lips and into his mouth so he could suck them dry. He told me he wanted to watch me lick her pussy so I moved down and slowly started licking around her clit and juicy opening. She was moaning so loudly and his cock was so hard I thought they both might cum before I could get to what I wanted to do.

Just a minute or two before I thought she would climax I stopped. I asked her to sit across his stomach, facing him, right on the spot that his cum was still lying. I sat behind her across his legs with my breast pressed into her back and made sure that his wonderfully hard cock was sandwiched between our 2 bodies. I reach up and slowly began pulling and playing with her nipples while I kissed her neck and shoulder, running my tongue along the sensitive spot behind her ear. She was starting to wiggle and this only added to his cock growing harder then I ever thought possible between our two hot wet bodies. She turned her head so we could kiss again, tongues licking and diving deep into each others mouths.

With one hand I reached down to her pussy and started rubbing very slowly that very hard clit while the other hand still pulled and pinched her hard nipple. I could feel her juices mixing with his on his stomach as well as new juices dripping from the cock pressed between us. Still not wanting her to cum yet I made sure to stop as soon as I thought she was close. The look on his face told me he was enjoying this show like he had no other.

I reached under her bottom and lifting her ever so slightly I pushed his cock forward so it was at the entrance of her pussy. Letting her slid slowly down he let out a loud moan as his cock was soon buried deep into her. He was trying to move up and down so he could relieve his frustrations again but with both of us sitting on him this made it impossible. With his cock deep in her pussy I went back to pinching her nipples and rubbing that hard clit. This time there was no stopping, she was going to cum and he was going to feel it all from deep with in her. As she got closer and closer he started to moan louder and louder. I knew he would cum as soon as she did. I gave one final hard pinch on her nipple and she exploded with a scream. A second later he thrust hard off the bed and I knew he had cum deep inside her. It was enough to bring my own powerful orgasm from deep within me.

She fell, exhausted, off to the side off him and I crawled up his body gently untying his hands. Kissing him gently on the lips I asked if he enjoyed himself while being in my control. He grinned and said I could do that anytime I wanted but next time he wanted to see the entire show. 



A Dream Come True



I sit at my computer late at night waiting for my Daddy to come home. I was pretty much daydreaming until......

He enters the front door and walks slowly with purpose to me. I turn as I hear his foot falls approach, but I do not meet his eyes; instead I focus on the floor. I wait to feel his touch, but he holds back. I feel naked without his heat.

Finally he tells me to sit before him and look into his eyes. As I comply he reaches down to remove his garments for my ministrations.

He has trained me to use only my tongue and mouth to make him hard. As I begin to run my tongue under his rod, I can feel it harden to silky steel. I take the head in my mouth and slowly draw it further in until I feel it on the back of my throat.

His fingers snake through my hair and lock in the back as I take him even more deepas he adds pressure to the back of my skull. I hear his grunt as I start to gag on him and my throat begins to work. My eyes water up and he pulls me away from him just slightly only to thrust in once more. I can't help but to moan on the intense pleasure I am feeling; knowing that I am giving him what he needs from me.

I continue to take him in my mouth over and over as he directs me. His grunts and moans begin to mingle as he becomes even harder in my mouth. I can feel the throbbing of his heart through his cock. Too soon I feel his life juices jet into the back of my throat; and he is spent.

I can see in his eyes he is pleased with me, so as he removes his still hard cock from my mouth he tells me to remove my cloths. His words were spoken softly but with authority, and I follow with out delay.

Once my clothes are off, he motions for the stairs. I know what he is wanting of me, so I precede him up and into the bedroom. I put on the blindfold left on the bed and lie back against the pillows.

I can feel him to my right as he reaches down and takes first one wrist and then the other to tie them together. And then he pulls them above my head where a hook is placed at the headboard. I feel the cold steel of the hook just between my wrists as he restrains me there. Now I am dependant of him.

I could feel his essence at my feet. Slowly he spreads my ankles apart and the bed dips with his weight. All of my senses are on alert, as the feel of his lips touching softly to my ankle and moves ever so slowly up the inside of leg until he reaches my knee when he kisses just at the curve. It sends shivers up my body and I break out in goose bumps. My arms are still restrained above my head and I am unable to do more then wiggle just a little from the pleasure I feel.

I can feel his other hand on my opposite thigh as he spreads my legs further. He licks higher until he reaches my flower that has started to blossom under his touch. His breath is warm as he just hovers very close to my lips.

I'm a little shy of that area, this he knows, but he wants to make me comfortable with his eyes on my most secret of places. I feel exposed, but he tells me how beautiful I am to him. He seems to know what to say when I'm feeling weak.

Finally he licks very softly up my slit until he reaches my clit, where he then kisses and sucks it into his mouth. I can't help but to moan and even arch my hips closer. But I can barely move with both his hands firmly on my inner thighs holding me down. 

He repeats the process again and again. I am so close already, but he does not let me cum yet. My moans become more of soft throaty screams that mingle with his kissing noises and grunts.

He changes tactic and starts to fuck me with his tongue. It feels so hot and wet as it goes deep. I feel his nose right at my clit rubbing and sniffing as he continues relentlessly.

I'm about to cum it is so good and finally he is there. He rams into me hard and fast; I cum almost instantly but he rides out my orgasm and it mingles into another.

I can't touch him, but I pull at my restraints as I scream from pleasure. My legs are over his thighs as he lifts my hips to him and pumps even more deep. There must be a puddle at this point, because I am still cumming.

Finally I start to come down weak from the orgasms, but he is not done with me. He pulls out only long enough to turn me over. The twist of the turn makes my restraints even tighter on my wrists causing a slight burn.

I'm now on my knees with my arms in front of me. I can hardly hold myself up, but he jams his hard cock back in me, and he moves firmly but slow this time.

I begin to feel my juices flowing again and then he slaps my ass first on one side and then the other. Not too hard, but with my skin already sensitive from the orgasms I've already had, it hurts so good.

He pulls out and slaps my cheek again and then slams in to me as I moan then pulls out again only to slap my ass again and entering over and over and over again. Before long I am cumming yet again.

I did not think I could cum so many times in one night. He finally joins me as I cum once more and we are complete.

He reaches up and unties my wrist and I collapse to the bed. I could feel him at my back and he wraps his arms around me and tells me he is pleased. He removes my blindfold and kisses me deeply before I close my eyes for a much needed rest.

It was my dream come true.



A Dream Come True...



A Dream Come True: Tom's Fantasy Fulfilled

My name is Tom, I live in Manchester, where I have lived all my life with my parents, about four miles out from the city centre. People say that it always rains in Manchester, but that's not true. At least it doesn't rain here more than it does anywhere else in the North of England. It's easy to get into the countryside from here. The Lake District is less than an hour's drive away, and it's beautiful there whatever the weather is like, whatever the time of year. 

I went to school in Manchester. I finished my A-level exams at seventeen, thinking of going to University like my sister did, but I was offered a job in computer sales. The money was good and it seemed like too decent an opportunity to miss, so I took it. I knew I could do some study later in life if I needed to. 

I am fairly quiet. I don't often go out except on occasional drinking sprees with friends from work. Consequently I have never had much luck with women and never had a steady girlfriend. 

It was springtime. My sister Jenny was visiting from Leeds, where she had lived for the last couple of years, since finishing university there. Jenny had brought a friend with her to stay for a few days, Jane, who lived in York. I'll never forget Jane, she was twenty-five, the same age as my sister, and I was a nervous twenty year old. 

I can remember thinking how hot Jane looked when I first saw her; she had long black hair, a really cute ass and shapely rounded tits, not too big and not too little. She was graceful too. When she entered a room, she didn't just walk in, she glided like a goddess. I thought she was wonderful, but she seemed so inaccessible: too perfect. 

Neither of them took much notice of me on that visit. They were far too busy, wrapped up in meeting Jenny's old school friends. They would disappear about eleven o'clock in the morning and not return until at least three o'clock the next morning. One night, they didn't come home at all and I stayed awake, tossing and turning in my bed, wondering where they might have gone. 

I became a bit obsessed with Jane. I found myself getting up at ten in the morning and waiting in my bedroom, opening the door just a crack when I heard her come out of her room, trying hard to catch a glimpse of her when she was on her way to the bathroom. One morning I was lucky. She came out of the room with her head turned back, talking to Jenny. She'd obviously just got out of bed and was sleepily tying the chord of her dressing gown, but not before I succeeded in getting a glimpse of her tits, fresh and alluring. 

Those few days came and went far too quickly. After they had left, I found I couldn't get Jane out of my mind. When I went to work, I found myself drifting off in the middle of talking to customers. The same thing happened when I went to the pub with my mates; and I jerked myself off every night, thinking about that glimpse of her tits. 

I had to do something. I had to invent a reason to travel up to York and see her but the problem was to think of something that would not make my intentions completely transparent. I didn't want Jane to know how much I'd been thinking about her. 

Sometimes things happen in life where it's as if someone's looking down on you, smiling. That's exactly what I thought when I got a memo at work asking me to enrol on a training course in some new software that had just been developed. I always go on the training courses, even though they might be a bit boring, because they are useful and they look good on your CV. In addition to that, training courses mean paid time off work, accommodation in a four star hotel, and a few good drinking sessions with the other course members, very few of whom give the 'training' element of the course very high priority. 

I was in the process of filling out the application form, when my eyes flicked to the venue. I stopped breathing for a moment. It was the address. I couldn't stop staring at it. The hotel where they were holding the training course was in York! My hand shook as I filled out the form but I was still the first in my department to complete it and hand it in. 

That was it: the perfect excuse, just thrown at me. All I had to do now was to say - casually of course - that I might 'drop in' while I was in the area. 

A week later, I somehow summoned up the courage to phone Jane. 

"Of course, drop round. I'll meet you from the station if you like." 

I paused for a few moments, taking in what she had just said. Was she really offering to meet me from the station? I panicked then, having to think of something to say that had to sound like I wasn't bothered one way or the other whether she met me or not: and it had to be quick. 

"Well, I wouldn't want you to go to any trouble." 

"It's no trouble, I'm not doing very much at the moment. It will be good to see you. When's the course?" 

"In a month's time. I have to be there on Monday the seventeenth at nine." 

"Well, why don't you come up for the weekend before, make a holiday out of it. I can show you round York. It's a beautiful place." 

I could hardly believe my luck. This was just getting better and better. I agreed, trying not to sound over-enthusiastic. I arranged to travel up on the Friday night. 

One eternal month later, I was standing at the railway station in York, my heart racing. I could see Jane standing there, waiting. She hadn't spotted me and I stood for a few minutes, just taking in her beauty. When she did notice me, she grinned, smiling with her mouth and her eyes. 

As she walked towards me, I felt myself flush with the uncertainty and the anticipation. What if she isn't interested in me, sexually? I'm not sure if I could stand it, after all the waiting. But then again, what if she is? 

"Hi Jane," I said, amazed by how cool I sounded, "thanks for meeting me. It's good of you." 

"No trouble at all, Chuck," she responded. "Let's go and dump your stuff and then we can decide what to do for the evening." 

I threw my case into the boot of her car and we drove to her place, a couple of miles from the station. On the way, we exchanged small talk about how my sister was doing and what I was expecting from the training course. Our talk contrasted completely with what was going on in my head. All I could think about was whether or not we might fuck. 

We pulled up outside her flat. It was fairly small, just one tiny bedroom, but a good-sized kitchen and living room combined. The whole place was cluttered; a notice board covered in postcards on the inside of the kitchen door and lots of hippie ornaments and papers scattered about on every surface. It felt really welcoming though, a place to relax. 

From the first we seemed to hit it off. After I had recovered from my initial amazement that she would even look twice at me, I found it so easy being in her company. We spent the evening swapping life stories and laughing with each other. I didn't try to have sex on that first night. I was just so pleased that we were together. I did spend an uncomfortable night on the sofa though - restless, wanting to jerk myself off, but not feeling able to in case, for some reason, she came into the room. 

The events of the next night will remain sealed in my memory forever. Before Jane, my only sexual experiences had been adolescent fumblings in the back of the car I would borrow from my sister sometimes; uncomfortable, clumsy and predictable, with some girl I didn't really fancy but who I had heard was an easy lay. With Jane it was different. 

In the evening, after spending the day walking round York, we decided to stay in and watch a video, a cosy night in, just the two of us. I brought a bottle of red wine, Cotes du Rhone, and we ordered a pizza to be delivered. Jane cleared the papers and magazines off the table and we ate the pizzas, sipping the wine and talking. I was starving, I hadn't eaten all day, my stomach wouldn't settle, being full of the butterflies of anticipation. 

After we had cleared the plates away, Jane kicked her shoes off and stretched on the sofa. 

"Let's not watch the video yet," she said. "Let's put some music on and talk for a while. You choose the music, something soft." I could tell that the couple of glasses of wine she had drunk had made her slightly tipsy. I felt as if she was thinking about sex too, but I couldn't trust my instincts. Again the seeds of doubt took root inside my head. What if it was just wishful thinking on my part? 

"That's fine by me." I said, grinning nervously. I handed her a glass of wine. She took it from me and sipped it slowly. 

I put a CD into the player and turned round and looked at her. She was so lovely and sexy, lying on the sofa with one arm behind her head and one hand balancing the glass on her flat belly. My eyes lingered on her tits, which were straining against her tight T-shirt. I longed to slide my hand up inside that T-shirt and caress them, but was afraid that she might object. My eyes flicked up to her face, meeting hers for an instant. She was watching me watching her. My face reddened. I realised that I had been staring. 

"It's all right, you know," she whispered. "You can touch them, if you want to." 

I could feel my face go even redder and felt a stirring in my cock when she said that. I hesitated for a moment, then I reached out and placed my left hand on one of her tits, letting it rest there, savouring its warmth and softness. I rubbed my hand gently all round and passed my thumb over the nipple, feeling it stiffen. I looked at Jane and noticed that she had become flushed. Her lips were parted and I heard her give a sharp intake of breath. 

I took the glass out of her hand and put it on the coffee table, which was placed at the head of the sofa and stood beside her for a moment, just looking. I didn't really know what to do next - I had never done anything like this before. 

I had a feeling that Jane was enjoying being watched, so I plucked up the courage to ask her to do something I had been longing for her to do, ever since that first glimpse, coming out of her bedroom. 

"Can I see them Jane?" I asked, nervously. I could hear my voice quiver. 

Slowly and sensually, she pulled her T-shirt off over her head and dropped it to the floor. I watched while she unclipped her bra and let that drop too. Placing her arms behind her head, she was completely topless now. I felt so aroused. My cock was straining against the material of my pants. Her nipples were pink and hard, contrasting with the whiteness and softness of her skin and she was looking into my eyes smiling and dead cool. 

She parted her legs slightly, so I could see her panties, lacy and black, just covering her mound with a few stray wisps of pubic hair escaping either side. There was little damp spot betraying the fact that she was definitely getting turned on. I yearned to see more.

Again I plucked up the courage to ask her to do something I'd been longing for. 

"Take your panties off?" I croaked. 

Jane immediately lifted her hips and wriggled out of her panties, leaving her skirt on. How did she get to be so confident? She lay on her back on the sofa. Opening her legs she pulled wide her pussy lips, showing me the way inside her. I don't think I had ever seen anything quite so beautiful. She looked just like a model in one of those magazines that my friends passed around sometimes. Only she was real. 

I was so excited, I thought I was going to faint. Jane beckoned me to come nearer, indicating that I should kneel in front of her, between her parted thighs. She guided my shaking hands along the inside of her thighs, slowly upwards, towards her hot, wet pussy, pushing her knees further apart. I had never been so turned on before. My breathing was becoming really heavy, my mouth hung half-open and my cock seemed to get harder every second. The sight of her cunt lips, pink and glistening under her skirt, was driving me wild. She pulled my hands further up so I could tease her cunt with my fingers, which slipped easily into her wetness. I had never known anything like it. The 'easy lays' I mentioned earlier were nothing like this. 

Jane moaned quietly. I looked up and could see that she had her eyes closed and her head back, as if she were giving into the pleasure. It made me feel slightly bolder. 

I had never tasted a woman's juices before, but I had often wondered what it was like. I leaned my head forward and licked the inside of her thigh, running my tongue up towards her open lips. I wanted to taste every inch of her. 

"Oh yes, lick my clit," she moaned. I wasn't exactly certain where she meant, so I explored around her swollen lips with my tongue, noticing a pea sized swelling, covered with a hood, just towards the top of her slit. It was hard, like a tiny erection. I flicked my tongue over it, tentatively. Jane moaned again, louder this time, telling me that I had found the right place. I flicked again, she grunted again, and jerked her hips up, pushing into my face. I increased the rate of flicks of my tongue, letting myself be guided by her response. The taste was incredible, like nothing I'd ever experienced; it was sweet and slightly creamy. 

I was nearly there, being this close to her. I could taste the sweetness of her juices and my cock felt like it was about to burst. Gaining more courage by the second, I unzipped my trousers and slipped them off, quickly followed by my boxers, my cock stiffer than it had ever been before, sticking up towards her. When she saw my cock, she opened her legs wider. 

"Fuck me Tom, fuck me," she moaned, sitting up and ripping off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. 

I didn't need to be asked twice. I pulled her hips towards me and stroked the tip of my cock up and down her wet lips. 

"Push it in deep!" she pleaded. 

I plunged my cock deep inside. God, it felt lovely, hot and wet and so sexy. She pushed towards me and together our bodies began to thrust. She was shouting now. 

"Oh, deeper, faster, please!" 

I was so carried away, it didn't take me long to cum, holding on to her hips like that and pulling her towards me while she pushed too, in rhythm. I felt myself explode inside her and she shouted out. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting round my cock while I came, and hear her screaming, so I knew that she was there as well. Our spasms ebbed and waved, in unison, and gradually subsided until we were still. We lay there for a long time, with our arms round each other, relaxed, before I reluctantly pulled myself out of her and curled up beside her on the sofa. 

We spent the next couple of hours talking before Jane led me to the bed and we fell asleep, naked, legs and arms intertwined. 

The next day, when I woke up, Jane was still asleep. Totally enthralled, I couldn't resist lifting the covers up, slowly and gently so as not to wake her, to look at her warm naked body. Knowing that she was asleep, I felt more confident about gazing at her, letting my eyes rest, not just on my favourite places but all over her body, her calves and smooth thighs. Her left arm was still outstretched, where my head had been until just a few moments ago. I snuggled back onto her arm and lay there, grinning to myself. 

She woke up then and turned towards me, her soft mouth meeting mine, tender kisses all over our eyes, cheeks and lips. We made love, slowly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

PART TWO

A couple of hours later, showered and groomed, we both sat at her table talking. We agreed that we had never had such wonderful sex before. I told Jane that the best sex I had had before was by myself, fantasising. 

"What's your favourite fantasy?" Jane asked. "I would love to know." I thought about telling her the truth, but didn't want to risk her being shocked, or even appalled, so I made something up that really, I found pretty boring. It was something about fucking a film star, the first thing that came into my head. 

We both looked at each other, smiling, each of us knowing that the other was remembering the events of the previous night and that morning. We decided to go for another walk round the city centre, holding hands and talking, before sitting down on a park bench and gazing into each other's eyes. God, it was intense. 

Looking at her, I noticed that Jane had a puzzled expression on her face. 

"What is it Jane?" I asked her. "You look like you're worried about something." 

"Well, I'm not really worried," she replied. "More sort of curious." 

"Curious about what?" I asked, intrigued. 

"Do you remember when we were talking this morning, and I asked you about your favourite fantasy?" 

"Yes." I replied, wondering what was coming next. 

"Well," she said. "I sort of didn't believe you. It's just that you didn't sound at all excited when you said it and well, it just didn't ring true." 

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to lie to her, but I was really scared of telling her the truth. Like I said before, she might be appalled. 

"You can tell me the truth you know," she continued, obviously noticing my reluctance to answer. "I think that whatever you fantasise about is ok, because it's just in your head and it's safe. I would really like to know. You never know," she giggled, behind her hand, "I might just get turned on by it." 

My mind was in turmoil. I knew that if I made something else up, Jane would see right through it, but I was terrified of her knowing the truth. What kind of choice was that? Tell her the truth, and risk her being appalled and never speaking to me again? Or make something up and risk losing her trust? I realised that I didn't really have a choice. If I lied to her, she might never feel able to trust me, so I would just have to risk her knowing. 

"Well its about these two girls," I began, faltering. "They're sisters. One's twenty-five and one's twenty-six." I could feel myself going hot, partly because I was feeling so anxious, and partly because I was getting turned on by what I was thinking. Dare I tell her that these two sisters are actually my cousins? I had to. Jane would be able to tell if I left anything out. 

"Go on," Jane said, looking interested "tell me more." 

"Well the thing is, Jane…" God, I was shaking now. I couldn't control it. "They're my cousins. Please don't be shocked. It's just that when I saw them on the beach last summer, they both looked really sexy. They had their bikinis on and, well, you know…" 


"Yes, I know." Jane grinned. You can imagine how relieved I was when I realised that she wasn't shocked at all. It made me wonder what on earth I'd been worried about. I should have known that she would be so open about it. 

"Tell me about them." Jane asked, looking into my eyes and smiling. "I would really like to know the sort of things that turn you on." 

"Well, the younger one's called Julie. She's got brown hair and this kind of olive skin. She goes jogging so her legs are quite muscular. Not too muscular though, she just looks really healthy. Her tits aren't very big, but that really suits her. When she was wearing her bikini, she looked really hot." 

"What about the other one?" Jane asked, watching me intently. 

"Well, she's called Sandy, She's got black hair and green eyes, just like you. Her skin was tanned when I saw her on the beach and her tits are enormous." 

Jane was leaning on the back of the bench with her hand under her chin, looking at me. 

"What do you fantasise about doing with them?" She asked. I had a feeling then, that she was getting turned on, listening to me talk about how I got turned on by my cousins. She certainly looked interested in what I was saying. 

"Well, I love Sandy's tits. I imagine myself fucking her and fondling them, and licking on Julie's cunt from behind at the same time, while she bends over in front of me." I felt the familiar twitch in my cock while we were talking. I was surprised at the ease with which I was telling her this stuff. I had never dared tell anybody before. 




A Dream Come True...



"That sounds really erotic," said Jane. She laughed, "I would love to see that." 

I thought to myself how amazing Jane was, and how lucky I was to have met her. There's not many gorgeous women who would be so cool about discovering that someone they had just had the most amazing sex with was into fucking his own cousins. She was more than just cool - she seemed to be really into it. Talking about it was getting her turned on as well. I could tell. 

"I'd like to meet them, "she continued. "To see for myself what they look like." 

"I've just remembered," I said, "I have a photo of them in my wallet, from when we were on that holiday last year." Of course I hadn't 'just remembered'. I kept that photo in my wallet because I loved to look at it. They were so sexy. I loved to study their bodies, whenever I got the chance. But I wasn't going to tell Jane that. 

"Show me then," said Jane, looking really interested. Of course she knew that I hadn't 'just remembered' my photo, but she didn't seem to mind. 

I took the photo out of my wallet and handed it to her. She looked at it and gave a sharp intake of breath. I thought to myself that she seemed surprised, as if she recognized them. But she shook her head for a second as if she were telling herself she had made a mistake. She sat there for a while, scrutinising it. 

"What is it Jane? Do you know them?" I asked, puzzled. 

"No, they look like a couple of friends of mine, but I was wrong. I don't know them. You're right though, they are both really sexy. Where do they live?" 

"They live down south," I said, "but sometimes they come to stay with us. I think they're due for a visit quite soon. I heard my mum talking about it." 

Jane and I went back to her place then. We spent another night of passionate, tender lovemaking, before I had to pack up and enrol on the course. 

It was a few months later, after I had visited Jane at weekends on a fairly regular basis, when my mum told me my cousins were coming. I felt my heart begin to race. I couldn't wait to tell Jane about it and I telephoned her as soon as I could. 

"Guess what?" 

"What?" she asked. "You sound excited." 

"My cousins are coming to stay next weekend. Our parents have booked some kind of cheap last minute break together, and Sandy and Julie have asked if they can come and keep me company, while they're away." 

"That's great!" Jane said. "I bet you'll be pleased to see them." I heard the mischievous tone in her voice and I realised that she was thinking about my fantasy of fucking them both. "Why don't I come to stay on Friday night, I'd love to meet them." 

I paused for a second, part of me wanted my cousins to myself, but I knew how much Jane wanted to meet them. "OK then, that'll be great," I said, a bit reluctantly. "About eight o'clock?" 

"Fine, I'll look forward to it." 

I was on tenterhooks waiting for my cousins' arrival. I loved Jane to bits and thought she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, but the thought of my cousins coming to stay was getting me really hot. 

Eventually Friday night arrived, and so did my long awaited cousins. My Aunt and Uncle dropped them off, picked my parents up, and left for the airport. We watched the car drive down the street, as if to make sure they were really gone. 

I held the door open for Sandy and Julie, my hand damp with sweat, I was so nervous. Can you imagine how I felt when Sandy turned round to me, flicking her hair back seductively, only to tell me that Julie and her had made arrangements to go out that evening? 

"But… who with?" I stammered. I had been really looking forward to spending time with them and I was so disappointed, I could have burst into tears. "I didn't think you knew anybody round here, I thought you had come here to be with me." I felt so foolish. I thought how they must see me as some little kid, irritating and immature. And here I was, proving it by getting the sulks. 

"Oh, just somebody we met when we were on holiday once." Sandy replied, casually "Tell you what, we'll spend the day with you tomorrow, won't we Julie?" 

"We certainly will." said Julie, looking at me and smiling. "Don't worry, we'll make it up to you." I felt slightly better then, but wondered who on earth they were both going to see. I really didn't think they knew anybody round here. I didn't want to reinforce their idea of me as a dumb kid, so I pretended to be cool about it. 

"Ok, you obviously don't want to tell me who you're meeting. I won't push it. My girlfriend's coming round later, but you can meet her tomorrow I suppose." 

I noticed Sandy and Julie exchange looks, their beautiful soft eyes glancing at each other, knowingly. They both suppressed a giggle. 

"Share the joke then you two." I asked, feigning a smile. 

"Oh no, it doesn't matter. You wouldn't understand," said Julie. They both burst out laughing, holding their bellies and bending forwards, their faces contorted with laughter. I felt myself go crimson. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't understand why they were being like this. I wished they would leave. This was nothing like I expected and I felt really stupid. Like the dumb kid I knew they thought I was. 

The phone rang. I answered it, knowing it would be Jane. 

"Have they arrived yet?" she asked. 

"Yes, but they're going out." I said miserably. "They say they'll meet you tomorrow. Do you still want to come?" 

"Of course I do." Said Jane. "Why don't you go to the Video shop and get us a film. Something we can watch together, while they're out." 

I felt better straight away. "That's a good idea. I'll go and get it now. See you later then." I knew that Jane and I probably wouldn't pay much attention to the film, we would more likely be concentrating on other things, like each others' bodies. 

I explained to my cousins that I had to go out for a while and gave them the spare key, in case I was asleep when they came back. We all left the house together, Julie and Sandy going in one direction, and me in the other. 

Jane arrived about five minutes after I got back from the video shop. I poured us both a drink and we curled up on the sofa, watching the film. I told Jane how disappointed I was that Julie and Sandy had gone out, and all about how they had been sharing some joke they wouldn't let me in on, and how they had made me feel like a kid. 

"Aw, I'm sure they don't think of you as a kid," she said, putting her arms round me. "Come here, I'll make you feel better." We cuddled each other on the sofa, French kissing. Jane lowered her hand to my crotch and stroked my rapidly stiffening cock, through the material. It felt so good; I began to forget all about my cousins and started thinking instead about the sweet taste of Jane's pussy. 

"Come upstairs with me," Jane whispered, blowing gently into my eardrum. "I've got a surprise for you." 

Jane and I had never fucked in my house before. The thought of it made me really hot. I had this sudden vision of her naked, bending over the edge of my single bed, and me fucking her from behind, holding on to her tits. 

We both stood up. Jane smiled. She took my hand and led me up the stairs while I followed behind her, like a puppy dog. 

In our house, you have to go past my parents' room, before you get to mine. Their door was shut, as usual. Jane stopped outside it and let her hand rest on the handle. 

"That's not my room," I said, "mine's the next one along." 

Jane didn't say anything. She just smiled and opened the door. 

The vision that greeted me was one of the most incredible sights I had ever seen. The usual covers on the king-size bed had been replaced with red silk sheets, and matching cushions. Sitting up in the bed, side-by-side, grinning, were my two sexy cousins, in the bathing suits they had been wearing when we were on holiday last year, when the photo had been taken. 

I must have looked quite a sight, standing there transfixed with my mouth open and my cock bulging. I thought I had been transported from hell to heaven in one short evening. 

Sandy patted the bed, in the space between her and Julie. My knees buckling, I walked over to the bed and climbed in, between them, while Jane explained what had happened. 

"It was when I saw that photo." She said. "I did recognise them. We've known each other since we were at school when we were little and we've been writing to each other ever since. I knew that they'd had the hots for you for a year, as much as you had the hots for them. I just thought it would be a kind of early Christmas present for all of you. They let themselves back in to the house while you were out getting the video. It was all planned. That's what they were laughing about before. They weren't laughing at you, they were laughing because they were so excited about the surprise; but they had promised to keep it a secret. So they couldn't tell you, even if they wanted to." 

To tell you the truth, I didn't take in much of what Jane was saying. I was still in shock and horny as hell. Besides which, while Jane was talking, Sandy had unbuttoned my shirt and Julie had unzipped my trousers and pulled them down, while I instinctively lifted my hips, so they would come off easily. 

Julie and Sandy stroked along the inside of my thighs and around my chest, without touching my cock, which was poking straight up. Sandy wriggled over so she was kneeling up facing me on my right, her thigh pressing against mine. Julie did the same on my left-hand side. They carried on massaging my chest and thighs, both of them together, leaning forward. 

"We're sorry we made you feel uncomfortable before," murmured Sandy, softly, "aren't we Julie?" 

"Very sorry," replied Julie, "we've got some ideas about what we can do to make it up though." They both smiled at each other, and at Jane, who was still standing by the door, watching. 

I reached out and felt around Sandy's tits with one hand, and Julie's with the other, delighting in the contrast. Sandy's full and fleshy, wobbling slightly every time she made even the slightest of movements, and Julie's flatter and firm, but the nipples more prominent. I felt like I couldn't take my hands off and fondled them both, feeling their nipples stiffen. I was aching for one of them to touch my cock, but they seemed to enjoy teasing me, their hands exploring all over my body, except for my cock and balls. 

Jane smiled. She came over to the bed and slipped her hands behind Sandy's back, unclipping her bikini top and throwing it to one side. She walked round the bed and did the same to Julie's. Jane seemed to be really proud of the fact that she was the instigator of this incredible get-together. She was grinning to herself. When she unclipped their bikini tops, Sandy's tits tumbled out, soft and swollen, with raspberry nipples, but Julie's were firmer, with nipples like bullets. 

Jane stood next to the bed, looking over us all. She undid the buttons of the summer dress she was wearing and let it drop to the floor. She slipped her panties down and stepped out of them, keeping her eyes fixed on us while she was doing it. Last, she unclipped her bra before sitting down next to us, on the bed. 

I bent my face forward towards Sandy's tits and nuzzled them, licking all round them, exploring the soft parts and the nipples with my tongue. I couldn't believe that I was doing the one thing I had been dreaming about for a year, but never, not in a month of Sundays, believed I would ever be able to do for real. Sandy cupped underneath her tits with her hands, lifting them up for me. I thought I was in heaven, especially when Jane knelt beside me and lowered her face next to mine, to Sandy's tits. She licked them too, our faces touching. 

Jane and I turned our faces towards each other and explored each other's mouths with our tongues, then back to Sandy's nipples. 

"Thank you Jane," I whispered, my voice shaking with the intensity of the feelings that were coursing through my body, "I don't know what to say, just thank you". Jane just moaned in response. Sandy was moaning too, her eyes shut and her head back, as if lost in another world. 

I realised, with a twinge of guilt, that I had been neglecting Julie, so I reached down, sliding my hand inside her bikini bottoms and slipped a finger inside her. Julie moaned. I was hot to find out what it would be like to feel a cunt in each hand, so I reached the other hand down and slipped a finger inside Sandy's. Both were warm and wet, and I cupped one in each hand, letting my fingers explore the lips and rubbing a thumb on each clit. Jane and me were still nuzzling on Sandy's tits, I moved my head away from Sandy's tits towards Julie's, who pushed her chest towards me while I lapped round her hard nipples. 

I thought I must have been the luckiest guy alive, my fingers up the two cunts of my sexy cousins, and my girlfriend joining in and getting turned on by it all. My cock was straining and aching to be touched. 

Almost as if they had given each other a cue, Sandy and Julie both lowered one hand, simultaneously, to stroke my shaft. Their fingertips were all over my cock, lightly running over the tip, down the length, and around my balls. They were both wriggling on my fingers, moaning, their heads back and eyes shut, while they felt my cock with one hand and their own tits with the other. Mirror images of each other. 

I couldn't move. I lay back, letting them press down on my fingers, alternately French kissing Jane and nuzzling Sandy's tits. 

Jane knelt forward then, her ass in the air, and lowered her face towards my cock. Holding her weight on her forearms, which she placed either side of my pelvis, she licked and kissed round the tip, sending electric shocks through my whole body, while Sandy and Julie continued to stroke round the base and around my balls. They ground their hot pussies down onto my fingers while Jane straddled my face and positioned her cunt lips over my mouth. I lapped at the sweetness and she moaned too, along with Julie and Sandy. My licking got faster, in time with my thumbs rubbing on my cousins' clits. 

My cock felt like it was going to explode – all those delicate touches and all I wanted now was to plunge my cock in a cunt or a sucking mouth, anywhere tight, where it could go in deep. 

Jane sucked more firmly now, as if she were reading my mind, taking my cock in her mouth, as deep as it could go, while I flicked my tongue around her clit and deep into her hole. She moved her head up and down in rhythm on my cock. Sandy and Julie tightened their grip on the base and my hips bucked into the air as I felt the sperm rising inside me. 

Can you imagine what it was like? Jane's cunt on my face, my cousins feeling their own tits and grinding their dripping mounds on my fingers, with all three of them stroking and sucking on my cock. I couldn't hold back any more and I felt myself erupt in Jane's mouth. She swallowed every spurt, and wriggled on my face, moaning with pleasure. 

My two cousins cried out in unison, "Oh fucking yes!" I was in heaven. All four of us thrust and bucked, shouted and moaned, while we let the orgasm take over our bodies. Slowing down, we collapsed on the bed and lay in a heap, until we fell asleep. 

PART THREE 

In the morning, I was the first to wake up. I crept out of bed, so as not to disturb anyone, and tiptoed to the door. As I reached the doorway I turned round, surveying the scene. The three of them were lying close to each other, in the foetal position, like spoons, with Jane in the middle. Three sweet faces all facing the same way, all with their eyes shut and all breathing gently. I left them to their sleep and then went off to shower, and dress. 

The morning was still and silent. Everybody was asleep and I felt like I was alone in the house. I made myself a coffee and sat at the kitchen table, sipping on it and thinking. On one hand, I couldn't believe what had happened last night, but on the other hand, I knew that it had. I had definitely spent the night fucking my two cousins and my girlfriend. Just thinking about it made me go hard, I could feel my cock stirring in my trousers. 

I instinctively reached my hand down to stroke the hardness. I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my hardening cock and, almost absent-mindedly, pulled the end. Gazing into space, I pondered on the previous night. My strokes became firmer and faster when I remembered my cousins' hot cunts on my fingers, and faster still when I remembered sucking on Sandy's tits. 

I was getting carried away with my stroking when I realised that there was someone watching me. I looked up and saw Sandy, standing by the door. By the expression on her face, I could tell that she had been there for a while. My face reddening, I clumsily tried to put my cock back in my trousers, which proved difficult because, even though it was wilting slightly, it was still stiff. 

"Don't stop on my account," Sandy said, coming closer. She looked sleepy. Her hair was dishevelled and she rubbed her eye with her fists, yawning. She was wearing a low cut top and skimpy panties. It was obvious that she had not long woken up and had simply thrown them on, rather than walk round the house completely naked. 

"I need a glass of water." She muttered, almost as if she were speaking to herself. "Where do you keep the glasses?" 

"Um, over there." I pointed to the cupboard under the sink. Sandy bent down in front of me to fetch a glass for herself, her ass towards me; full rounded buttocks barely covered by the thin strip of gusset, which prevented me from seeing her crack. She took her time finding the glass, as if she knew I was looking. 

By the time she stood up, my cock had become hard again. Sandy stood up, filled the glass with water from the tap, and turned round to face me. She took a long draught and just stood there. 

"Do carry on," she said. "That's quite a sight first thing in the morning." 

My cock wilted, for real this time. I felt vulnerable with Sandy standing there, watching me. I didn't know what to say to her, so I just sat there, my face scarlet. 

She came over to the table, stood beside me and leaned down, rubbing her hand on the outside of my trousers. I could see inside her top. My cock twitched. 

"Let me help you do that?" she smirked, sliding her fingers up and down my hardening bulge. 

As if in a daze, I slid the chair round, so she could get at my cock more easily. Sandy pulled her top off, unzipped my trousers and then lowered her head sucking the whole of my cock into her warm wet mouth, where it hardened again. I reached down and took her breasts into my hands fondling them while I brushed her tousled hair with my lips. 

Sandy lifted her head up and held my cock, now as hard as it had been last night, in both hands. Her eyes were glued to it as if she were loving stroking it and licking on it. She knelt between my legs and placed my cock between her breasts, squeezing them together with her hands. My body seemed to take over, forcing me to thrust my cock up and down between her tits while she carried on squeezing them together. Every time I thrust up, I could see the tip of my cock, shiny with precum, rising up between her nipples and underneath her chin. Sandy lowered her head and flicked her tongue out so it met with my tip at every stroke. 

I thrust in and out, in and out, my pace quickening, my breath in short gasps, until I couldn't hold back the orgasm any longer. A few more strokes and I was cumming, spurting all over her face, her tits and her mouth, which she held open, her tongue taking most of my sperm. 

After I had cum, Sandy stood up and put her top back on, saying nothing. She padded to the door where she turned round, just for a moment and winked at me before going upstairs. 

I sat there in a daze wondering, yet again, if what had just happened was real, or whether I had just had the most erotic dream of my life. 




A Dream Come True...



The rest of that weekend was spent sucking, licking, masturbating and fucking each other, before my cousins and Jane had to leave. 

I tidied the house up just in time for my parents' return on Sunday evening. 

"What did you get up to while we were away?" Mum asked. 

"Oh, we just stayed in," I replied, telling the truth but at the same time thinking that I must be the luckiest guy alive.



A Dream Come True



Thank you all for everything you've said about my stories, I really appreciate it. Here's another one that I hope you all enjoy. It is a fictional story, as are all of my tales so; be sure to remember that anything CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional tale. Oh, and don't forget to vote; and remember that, as always, I pray that you all find peace and God's blessings.

MoogPlayer

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Hi, my name is Michael Masterson and I'm fifty-one years old. My once dark brown, almost black hair has a touch of gray here and there, but I still have sky blue eyes, stand at a height of six feet, four inches tall; and because I work out twice a week, I still weigh a solid two hundred and forty pounds. However, I was eighteen, going on nineteen years old, and in my freshman year of college, when what you're about to read took place. 

My father, Tom Masterson, was a Navy fighter pilot who flew the F-4 Phantom-B during the war in Vietnam; and was a major influence in my life as I grew up. He saw to it that I was put into a Karate dojo from the time I was six, remaining there until right after my eighteenth birthday, which, after studying the martial arts for twelve years, I was a second degree Black Belt.

My mother, Jenny, short for Jennifer, put me behind a piano when I was but a child, seven years old, where I studied music until I went to college. The reason she did that, as she later said; was to give me a sort of buffer from the karate; and because of the study habits my parents instilled in me when I was young, I ended up graduating a year early from high school.

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Chapter One

I was rather shy around girls, but around my male friends, I was well liked and got along with all of them. However, having only been out on three dates in high school, all of which ended with nothing more than a hug at each of the girls' front door at the end of the date, I went to college a virgin. 

Still though, I secretly wished to have a girlfriend, someone I could not only be seen in public with, but also someone to care for me as much as I wanted to care for them. I guess it just wasn't meant to be at that time, and because of what you're about to read, it was a good thing, too.

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I was born and raised in Key West, Florida until I was ten years old, and then my father's fighter squadron was ordered back to Vietnam. From there we, Mom and I, moved to Texas to a small town that was located about sixty miles south of Houston. My maternal grandmother lived there and had a stock ranch that produced some of the finest live stock, beef, in southeast Texas.

However, the moment I arrived in Texas, I felt like I was living in a foreign country. The people in Texas were friendly, mind you, but when I began attending school there, I felt very odd and out of place. Because I had long hair, everyone laughed at me and called me names, and it was a blessing that my Sensei, or Karate instructor, had a brother that lived nearby who also owned his own dojo, because I honestly think I would've gone crazy my first year there, had I not had a place to continue my martial arts education.

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It was during the fall semester of my fifth grade year, and I had just reached the first level of my brown belt, when the proverbial shit hit the fan. In the school system where I lived in Texas, grades kindergarten through the fourth grade was called Elementary School. Then grades five and six were called Middle School, grades seven and eight were called Junior High School, and then grades nine through twelve were known as High School. However, it was in the fifth grade that I was acknowledged as someone who was not going to allow myself to be bullied, and that reputation followed me all the way through the end of high school, thank God.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a troublemaker by any means, but like I said earlier; I was in the fifth grade at the time; and it was during our recess period that I was approached by these three assholes who began to taunt me, calling me a sissy and told me that I looked like a girl just because I had long hair. There were no dress codes where I went to school, but because I was a loner and kept to myself, I was automatically targeted as a weakling. I assure you that that was most certainly not the case with me; and because I hate bullies, even to this day, I refused to let them push me around.

I didn't start the fight, but I damned sure finished it, leaving all three of these dick heads on the ground with fat lips, bleeding noses, and each one of them holding their balls. I was very thankful that a teacher had witnessed the whole affair, and therefore I was not suspended, unlike the shit heads that picked on me to begin with. After that day no one ever picked on me again and I was left alone. But, being left alone meant that I didn't have any friends until I got to high school, where everything began to change after that.

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My history teacher, his name was Joe Hazelwood, took an immediate liking to me. And I found out he had served two tours in Vietnam, which, because of my father also being a Vietnam Veteran, we had a common ground that our friendship was based on.

Joe encouraged me in everything I did, challenging me mentally by reminding me that I was only as good as my grades when the time came for me to go to college. And when he found out that my father had put me under martial arts instruction when I was very young, he was very pleased, knowing that I possessed the skills to rise to any challenge set before me.

I was an only child, because my mother had endometriosis after I was born, and had to have a hysterectomy. Therefore, I had no siblings to talk to, and nobody to seek advice from, except my parents. They were both very loving and attentive towards me, but they didn't really understand me sometimes so; Joe Hazelwood more or less became a mentor to me, always ready to answer any question I might have. He never once made fun of me, nor did he make me feel stupid by asking him some of the things I did. What he did do was become a very good friend to me, one whom I still respect today, even though he's in his late seventies now.

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I also discovered through my love of music that I could play and sing very well, and not only did my band director, Mr. David Shepard, want me in the school band, but he put me in what he called, "The Jazz Ensemble" which was reserved for only his finest students. 

My choir teacher, Mr. Harold Rankin, also put me in "Concert Choir" which was reserved for only his finest students as well. So, I had three teachers who recognized the good in me, which made my time in high school a little more bearable. Don't get me wrong, I got along with my other teachers well enough, but it was those three guys whose teachings helped through the emotional and hormonal hell known as high school.

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My grandmother, God rest her beautiful soul, believed in my musical abilities; and because I was her only grandchild that truly loved her because of her; unlike my greedy, asshole cousins, my mother's sister's children, who only cared about her because of her money, she bought me my first set of electronic keyboards when I turned fourteen. 

I'm talking about a Rhodes, 88 Key, Electric Piano, a Moog 55 Modular Synthesizer, a MiniMoog Synthesizer, a Mellotron, and an ARP 2600 Synthesizer. Man, I was in hog-heaven, as it only took me about three months before I had more or less mastered every one of them.

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The only thing that I disliked about my grandmother's life was the fact that she died in her sleep two years later, when I was sixteen; leaving an empty place in my heart. And it thoroughly pissed off my Aunt and my cousins when she left everything she owned to me. So, out of respect for her, I kept her house just as she left it, choosing that house as the place where I would eventually settle down and raise my own family when the time came.

My greedy Aunt, who had always been a slut, and her demon seed offspring, three different children form three different fathers, none of which were married to my Aunt, all tried to contest the will, but Granny was a lot smarter than that, hence the reason that that the estate remained in probate until I turned eighteen.

You should've seen the way my Aunt and cousins tried to suck up to me, kissing my ass at every given opportunity. I simply told them all to fuck off, and when my cousin, who was older than me by eight years, tried to threaten me with beating my ass, I made sure that my parents heard him do it, which gave my father reason enough to not only personally kick the shit out of him (to the point that he spent five days in the hospital recovering from that ass kicking), but also get a permanent restraining order against all of them.

That way, if my fucked up Aunt, and/or any of her bastard children ever so much as set foot on the property, they would be arrested. They never bothered us again after that, and even though they are my relatives, I won't hesitate to have any of them arrested, those fucking parasitic assholes. Now, back to the story...

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Because of the fact that Mr. Shepard let me play my keyboards with "The Jazz Ensemble", Mr. Rankin also very nicely asked if I would also play my keyboards when I sang with "The Concert Choir" as well. 

By the time I was at the end of my junior year in high school, both "The Jazz Ensemble" and "The Concert Choir" had won more than several awards throughout the state competitions that we'd entered, making not only both of my music teachers, but my fellow musicians and vocalists proud of me, as well as proud to be friends with me.

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My senior year was the year that I'd had the three dates which I'd mentioned earlier, and like I also said earlier, each one of them ended with a hug and a "thank you" at each of the girls' front door when the date ended. Granted, I most certainly didn't expect any of them to "put out" on the first date, but it would've been very nice to have at least gotten a second, or maybe even a third date, hell, maybe even a goodnight kiss.

However, the moment word got out at school that these three girls had gone out with me; they each one acted like they didn't know me after that, which kind of hurt my feelings. I mean, I wasn't ugly by any means, but I guess it was because, once again, I had long hair and didn't necessarily fit into their trite little molds of what they expected a guy to look like. It was also the time that I decided that the girls I attended high school with were not only selfish, but they were also very shallow minded, almost every last one of them. 

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My S.A.T. scores were extremely high, and not only was I ranked third in my graduating class, but along with that ranking came four academic scholarship offers. One was from the University of Texas in Austin, the state capitol; the second was from the University of Houston, the third one was from Southern Methodist University in Dallas, and the last one from Texas A&M University in College Station. Needless to say, because Houston was closest to my hometown, I chose the scholarship that the University of Houston had offered me.

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When I first arrived on campus that year, which was in the fall of 1977, I immediately felt right at home, mainly because I wasn't the only person there that had long hair. And as I look back now, I realized how petty and stupid that the people from my hometown acted simply because I had long hair. Jeez, what a bunch of shallow minded, redneck idiots.

I had to spend the first semester of my freshman year in the dorms, and once I met my room mate, a guy named Rick Sparks, and discovered that he, too, had long hair, I knew that everything was going to be perfectly alright. My major that first semester was undeclared, but I knew that I wanted to do something that pertained to music, hence the reason that I made sure that I had more than one music class in my schedule.

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As a graduation gift, my parents bought me a brand new Chevrolet, Silverado pick up truck, which, not only was it fully loaded, but it came in very handy when the time came to move my personal belongings, clothing, and musical gear, to college with me. My room mate, Rick, just so happened to be a guitar player, and when he saw me moving my keyboards into the dorm room; he was ecstatic, telling me, "This is so cool, man. Now I've got someone I can jam with."

"I'm glad that you're happy about it," I grinned, "But don't you think it's going to get a little bit crowded in here, especially when we want to study?"

"Hell no, Mike," he laughed, "This dorm building has three study halls so; I don't really see a problem with that, do you? Besides, this is Bates Hall, and not only is it one of the best coed dorms in the Quadrangle, but the female to male ratio in this building alone is five to one. And let me tell you now, the women here are very hot, and they absolutely love musicians, bro."

"Is that right?" I knowingly grinned, "Well then, if that's the case, I can live with it if you can."

"That's the spirit, Mike," he laughed, giving me a high five, "We're gonna rock our asses off, man." 

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Classes didn't start for another five days, which gave me and Rick plenty of time to find our way around campus, as well as be able to identify the buildings that our classes were going to be held in. Rick was majoring in music, leaning toward performance and theory; and the more he and I talked about it, the more I thought about following the same direction as he did. Still though, I needed to make it through my first semester before I declared a major. And while I knew that my classes weren't going to be easy by any means, I still felt very confident that I would do well, regardless.

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The next afternoon I was in the gym working out in the weight room, when these three jock assholes, seniors, came into the room and began to run everyone out. I paid them no attention, continuing my work out until the biggest of them approached me and said, "You need to get your little ass outta here, freshman."

"There's plenty of room in here for everyone," I told him, "I'm not in your way."

I had just placed the hand weights I was using back onto the weight rack, when this jerk put his finger in my face and menacingly growled, "You can either leave on your own accord, or you can be carried out of here, freshman. The choice is yours."

I just looked at him, and then politely said, "I'm asking you as nicely as I know how, to please leave me alone, alright?"

He began to laugh and said, "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, get the fuck outta here, now."

"You guys don't own this gym," I said, "Like I just said, there's enough room in here for everyone."

However, when he went to grab me by the arm, I simply side stepped him and said, "Look, man, I don't want any trouble."

"It's too late for that, dickhead," he growled, and then tried to rush me. However, once again I quickly hopped out of his way, making him not only miss me, but run head first into the wall, as his friends laughed at him

"Leave me alone," I firmly warned him, "Or I'm not going to be nice about it the next time."

"Fuck you, asshole," he growled, "You're dead meat, you little motherfucker," and then he took a swing at me.

I blocked his punch, while at the same time, grabbing his wrist, placing him into an arm lock, and then flipped him over my shoulder, making him crash into the wall...again.

When he got up I could tell that he was mad, and in doing so, I knew that I was going to have to use brutal force to keep him off of me. So, when he tried to rush me again, I gave him a hard spinning wheel kick to the left side of his face, which this time, knocked him out cold.

Then I looked at his two cohorts and determinedly asked, "Do you two want to try anything?"

"No, man," they both said, backing away from me, "We don't want any trouble."

"That's fine," I replied, trying to remain calm, "But when your friend here wakes up, you need to tell him that if he wants to do this again, he's going to end up getting hurt a whole lot worse, are we clear?"

"Very clear," replied one of them, "I'm sorry he messed with you."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," I replied smiling, "But you should tell your buddy what I said, okay?"

"No problem, man," the other laughed, "Damn, dude, that was cool."

"No it wasn't," I quickly told them, "There's nothing cool about hurting someone," and then I turned and quietly walked away.

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On my way back to my dorm room I knew that the guy whose ass I just kicked was probably going to come looking for me, which meant that I was going to have to grow eyes in the back of my head. I silently cursed myself for having done what I just did, but I was left with no choice. Furthermore, I was definitely going to have to warn Rick about this clown, so that he wouldn't get hurt when the guy came looking for me, and this guy would, too, these types of idiots almost always did.

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"You did what?" Rick asked, astounded at what I told him.

"You heard me," I replied, "This asshole didn't leave me any choice."

"What did he look like?" Rick asked, and when I described the guy to him, he laughed and said, "From the description you just gave me, it sounds like you had a run-in with Terry Watkins."

"And," I said non-plussed, "Who is Terry Watkins?"

"I'll tell you who he is," Rick began, "Not only is he the captain of the football team, but he's a two-time All American who will probably get picked in the first round of the NFL draft when he graduates this year."

"Big deal," I replied, "He's just another bully as far as I'm concerned, and he'd damn well better leave me alone." 

"Holy shit," Rick warned, "You'd better pray to God that he doesn't find you; or you'll end up getting crushed like a beer can. This guy is a fucking monster when he gets pissed off."

"Horse shit," I said, "He doesn't scare me one bit."

"Okay, buddy," Rick told me, "But don't say that I didn't warn you."

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Later that evening, Rick and I had been sitting in our dorm room for about half an hour playing music together when I heard a knock on our door. I opened it to find the head football coach, Coach David Larson, standing there with his arms crossed, and an angry look on his face.

"Which one of you, drummed my quarterback this afternoon," he asked me, "Was it you?"

"I didn't "drum him" like you said," I replied, "But I did defend myself, because he attacked me first."

"If that's the case, which I'm sure it is; then I'm here to thank you for knocking some sense into his hard head," he replied, his angry glare suddenly melting into a warm smile, "What's your name, son?"

"Mike," I replied, "Mike Masterson, sir."

"I have a proposition for you, Mike," he grinned, "Do you mind if I come in so we can talk about it?"

"Not at all," I smiled, ushering him into our dorm room while wondering where this was going, "Come in, sir."

"My name is David Larson," he replied, extending his hand, "And I'm the head coach of..." 

"I know who you are, Coach," I politely interrupted him, "What can I do for you?"

"It's like this, Mike," Coach Larson began, "The other two guys who were with him and had witnessed what happened in the gym between you and Terry Watkins, told me that you moved faster than anything they've ever seen before; and I guess I was wondering if there was any way I could get you to teach my players how to do the same thing. You see, this year's team has the potential to be the best football team that's ever come out of this university, and I'm looking for all the help we can get."

"I know that there's a martial arts instructor right here on campus, Coach," I explained, "Why don't you ask him?"

"I think that my players would feel more comfortable with a fellow student as opposed to another member of the faculty," Coach Larson explained, then laughed, "Besides, I already asked his arrogant ass a couple of years ago and he turned me down. He said that football players lack both the knowledge and/or the skill needed to facilitate the use of martial arts training."




A Dream Come True



"That's a load of crap. Anyone can learn it." I told him, "It sounds to me like he just plain didn't want to do it."

"And that's exactly why we're having this conversation now," Coach Larson laughed, "So; will you do it?"

"Do it, Mike," Rick grinned, "I think you'll like, and you definitely won't have to worry about Terry Watkins coming after you for revenge?"

"You won't have to worry about that whether you do it or not," Coach Larson strongly replied, "But I really could use your help, Mike."

"Okay, Coach," I smiled, "I'll do it as long as it doesn't cut into my study time."

"Thank you, son," Coach Larson smiled, relieved, "I'll get back to you and let you know when I want you to come out to the field house. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure," I said, "That will be fine with me."

"Alright then," Coach Larson heartily grinned, getting up to leave my dorm room, "You'll be hearing from me soon, and thanks again, Mike."

"No problem, sir," I chuckled, as I escorted him to the door, "I just hope it helps the team."

"Good man," Coach grinned, "I knew I could count on you," and then he closed the door behind him on the way out.

"Holy shit, Mike," Rick grinned, "I never knew you were such a bad ass."

"I'm not," I quickly told him, "I just defended myself, that's all."

"Maybe so," Rick laughed, "But for you to get the attention of the Head Coach of the football team, Coach David Larson himself; now that is major...really major."

"Nah," I dismissively chuckled, "It's no big deal, well; not to me it isn't."

"You keep telling yourself that," Rick chuckled, "I've got a strange feeling that things are about to change for you my friend. I only hope you don't forget about me."

"Gimme a break," I laughed...

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The next day, Friday, Rick and I woke up and went to the cafeteria and had breakfast first thing that morning. After I'd eaten and my belly was full, I had to go to the bookstore to pick up a book that I was going to need for my Political Science class.

It was a book that wasn't so much one of the many college books that I already had. This was a novel called, "Out of the Darkness", that was written by a guy named Gerry Lundy. He was a combat veteran himself who seemed to have a great knowledge of the facts contained in the book. 

I was surprised when I later found out that even though it was considered to be a historical fiction, the facts that were in this particular book had all actually occurred during the war in Vietnam, and for some unknown reason, weren't in most of the scholastic history books; hence the reason this book he become required reading for all incoming freshman.

After I'd found the book, I went to pay for it, and working in the book store behind the cash register, was a girl that I thought was more beautiful than any girl I'd ever seen in my whole life. She stood five feet, six inches tall, and had long dark hair which flowed to her waist. Her measurements seemed to fit her height, and I was certain that she weighed no more than a hundred and fifteen to a hundred and twenty pounds at the very most. 

She wore glasses and from what I could tell, her eyes seemed to be the same color as mine. I tried to talk to her while I paid for my book, but she seemed like she was a little shy, and if anyone could understand that, I most certainly could.

Still though, right before I left the bookstore, I made sure that I knew her name, and when I asked her, her pretty face seemed to brighten when she replied, "My name is Amy, Amy Ross; what's yours?"

"Mike," I quietly replied smiling, "Mike Masterson."

"It's nice to meet you, Mike Masterson," she brightly grinned, "I hope you have a nice day."

"You, too," I grinned, "Maybe I'll see you later, Amy."

"Hmm," she knowingly smiled, "I hope so...I'd really like that."

"Me, too," I grinned, and then left the bookstore and headed back to my dorm room.

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Chapter Two

I hadn't been back in my dorm room for more than ten minutes when I heard a knock on my door. And when I opened it, there was a guy standing there dressed in athletic clothing which bore the U of H logo, who I correctly assumed, was one of the assistant coaches.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mike Masterson," he cordially said, "Are you him?" 

"Yes, I am," I politely replied, "What can I do for you?"

"It's nice to meet you, Mike, I'm Coach Peter McGavin," he replied, extending his hand, "I'm one of the defensive coaches, and Coach Larson sent me to come and escort you to his office so, will you come with me please?"

"No problem," I told him, as we shook hands, "If you'll give me a minute to change into a tee shirt, and my ghee pants, I'll be ready to go, if that's okay with you."

"Take your time," he said, "Coach Larson said that you were very good at what you do."

"I don't know how he knows that," I chuckled, "He's never seen me fight."

"Maybe not," Coach McGavin chuckled, "But according to Tommy Bell, and Randy Squire, you move faster than the speed of light."

"I hope you'll excuse me," I said, "But who're Tommy Bell and Randy Squire?"

"Oh, that's right, you didn't know their names," he knowingly laughed, "They're the two guys who were in the gym with Terry Watkins when you knocked some sense into that hard ass head of his."

"Well, I'm good enough to defend myself," I humbly replied, "But I'm really not faster than the speed of light; believe me, Coach."

"Relax, kid," Coach McGavin laughed, "I've got a feeling that you're going to be just what this team needs to come out on top at the end of the season."

"I don't know," I said, pulling my shirt over my head after I'd changed pants, and tied the laces on my shoes, "Maybe."

~~~~~~

I got into my truck and followed Coach McGavin's car to the other side of the campus where the football stadium and the athletic offices were located. Then once we got out of our respective vehicles, I followed him into the field house which sat between the football stadium and the practice fields.

~~~~~~

As I walked beside Coach McGavin down the corridor of the field house, I saw who I correctly assumed were football players looking at me with angry faces. I could tell that they all knew who I was, and to be honest, it wasn't really anger that I saw on their faces, it looked more like contempt than anything else. 

"Knock it off," Coach McGavin growled at them, "Terry got his ass whipped for doing something stupid so, stop trying to intimidate this guy."

"Don't worry about it, Coach," I said, loudly enough for all of them to hear, "I'm not intimidated one bit."

"Good thing," Coach McGavin laughed, stopping in front of Coach Larson's office door and opening it, "Follow me, kid," and I did just that.

~~~~~~

"Mike," Coach Larson smiled, as I entered his office, "It's good to see you, son; I'm glad you could make it."

"I told you that I would be here," I replied, "And I've only got two things that are the most important to me, Coach."

"Is that right?" he asked smiling, "And just what might those two things be?"

"My word, and my balls," I told him, "And I don't break either one of them for anyone."

"I told you, didn't I?" he grinned at Coach McGavin, "I think this guy is going to be the kick in the ass that these players need to get them motivated."

"That's the thing, Coach," I said, "I still don't know what it is that you want me to do with your guys."

"That's easy," Coach Larson smiled, "I want you to teach my quarterbacks how to evade the rush, and I want you to teach my receivers how to keep from being tackled."

"But that's football," I explained, "I practice Martial Arts, two total different animals."

"And I've got this feeling that tells me that you can find a way to merge the two of them together, Mike," he explained," Besides, you're the first person ever, to get away from Terry Watkins without so much as a scratch. I guess what I'm asking you to do is teach my guys the difference between brawn and brains. Are you up to it, Mike?"

"I can do that," I told him, "But I don't know how much good it's going to do."

"I've got a lot of faith in you, kid," Coach Larson grinned, "And if anyone can do it, I've got an overwhelming feeling that it's you."

"If you say so," I replied, "Tell your players to line up on the practice field in their sweat pants and tee shirts, and I also want them to be bare footed."

"Bare footed," Coach Larson asked, "Why?"

"I thought you trusted me, Coach," I plainly said, "Maybe my being here isn't such a good idea after all."

"I'm sorry, you're right," he chuckled, "I'll have them out there in ten minutes. Coach McGavin, would do the honors?"

"Yes, sir," he knowingly grinned, "It would be my pleasure," and then he left Coach Larson's office on his way to the locker room."

~~~~~~

Ten minutes later I was face to face with the starting line up for this year's football team; and as requested, they were all dressed in tee shirts, sweat pants, as well as being bare footed. Coach Larson quickly got their attention and said, "Okay ladies, this year we're going to do things a little differently." 

Then pointing at me, he continued, "For all intents and purposes, this is Coach Masterson. He is going to teach you how to not only maintain your focus, but also how to keep from getting your asses kicked on the field. I want everyone to do exactly as he tells you, or face me if not. Are we clear on this one?"

"Come on, Coach, one of the guys, who I later found out was the starting middle linebacker, complained, "He's a fucking freshman. What the hell is he gonna teach us, for Christ's sake?"

"Coach Masterson," Larson loudly asked, "Would you care to demonstrate?" Then he leaned over and quietly told me, "Don't hold back when you teach this one, okay?"

"I'd love to, Coach," I loudly replied, "Ask him to step forward."

And when I was face to face with the guy who'd insulted me, I looked at him and said, "I want you to try and tackle me."

"Your ass," he viciously laughed, "I'll break every bone in your body, dude."

"Go ahead," I taunted him, "Take your best shot...punk."

"Okay," he sneered, "But it's your funeral," and then he lunged toward me.

I quickly side stepped him, and after his body had passed by me, I used my hands to direct his body onto the ground...hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

"Are there any more takers?" I asked the rest of the group, while their peer was lying on the ground, rolling and writhing back and forth, trying to catch his breath.

"That's all well and good," one of them cockily sneered, "But you can't take all of us, bad ass."

"Maybe not," I defensively replied, "But I promise you that I'll kill the first four of you so; you decide amongst yourselves who wants to die first, asshole," which elicited laughter from not only Terry Watkins, Tommy Bell, and Randy Squire, but all of the coaching staff as well.

After all of the hoopla died down, and I was finally taken seriously, I spent the rest of the morning instructing the quarterbacks and receivers how to legally use their hands and forearms to do exactly what they'd seen me do at the beginning of class to the middle line backer, whose name, I later found out, was Gary Moses.

After the morning session was over, Terry Watkins sought me out in the locker room and with a warm smile and a friendly handshake, he said, "I'm really sorry about how I acted towards you in the gym the other day, Mike. I was very wrong, and I guess I've been that way for a long time now so, thanks for taking it easy on me, brother."

"No problem," I grinned, "As long as you don't do that to anyone else, then we're good to go, you and me."

"No sweat, man," he laughed, "If you ever need me for anything, I don't want you to hesitate to ask, okay?"

"I will," I smiled, "The same thing goes for you, too. Now go get a shower and wash the grass outta your hair."

"Smart ass," he laughed, and then took off toward the locker rooms.

"I think that went very well, Mike, "Coach Larson grinned, "Thank you for everything."

"It was fun," I lightheartedly replied, "If you need me for anything else just ask."

"Oh, this is only the start," Coach said, "I'd like for you to do this at least twice a week until football season is over, please?"

"I don't mind at all," I replied smiling, "But like I said when we talked yesterday, my studies come first, okay?"

"No problem, Mike," he grinned, patting me on the shoulder, "We'll see you on Tuesday then?"

"Sure," I chuckled, "What the hell." 

"Great," he replied, as I walked away, "Thanks a lot...Coach."

~~~~~~

When I got back to my dorm room, it was nearing lunchtime, and because I'd more or less been working out the entire morning while I was teaching, I was in definite need of a shower so; after taking off my dirty clothes and then grabbing my shaving kit and a towel, I headed for the showers.

~~~~~~

The warm water felt good on my aching muscles, but knowing the showers like I did, I knew that the supply hot water would run out rather quickly. Still though, it didn't stop me from enjoying the therapeutic feeling of not only the warm water on my body, but also the steam as I inhaled it, loosening the small bit of congestion I had.

After I stepped out of the shower and dried off, I wrapped the towel around my body in order to be able to stand at the sink, using the mirror to shave without nicking my face, and/or God forbid, having to use something, primarily that damn irritating styptic pencil that my father gave me, to stop the bleeding.

~~~~~~

I'd been gone from my dorm room for no more than twenty minutes when I got back to find that an envelope with my name on it had been slipped under my door while I was in the shower, and was sitting in the middle of the floor.

When I picked it up to examine it further, you can only imagine my surprise when I saw that the insignia of the Beta Kappa Tau fraternity that was eloquently embossed in the upper left hand corner of the envelope. This was a very well known fraternity on campus, as it was reserved exclusively for the athletes, primarily football players. And as I'd already heard, it was also well known for throwing the best parties with only the prettiest of girls in attendance.

I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why they had even sent me a letter of any kind, much less placed it under my door. But still, I opened it anyway and pulled the letter out of it. I couldn't believe what I was reading in the letter, which said,

Coach Masterson,

We, the members of Beta Tau Delta fraternity, cordially extend an invitation to you to attend a party that is being thrown in your honor at the Beta house tonight at Seven Thirty, p.m. Someone will be around your dorm room to pick you up at Seven p.m. and personally take you to the party.

It is our wish that you come and enjoy this evening with us, where there will be dinner, drinks, and dancing. This is our way of saying thank you for the things that you've taught us thus far, and will hopefully continue to teach us in the near future.

 "Respectfully,  Terry L. Watkins,  President of Beta Tau Delta,  University of Houston

"Well, I'll be damned," I said to myself. I wondered if they might've been up to something, but I decided to go along with it and except their invitation at face value. I then picked up the telephone that was in our dorm room and called their fraternity house to except the invitation I'd just received. And it was just my luck that none other than Terry Watkins himself answered the phone when I called.

"Beta House," he answered, "Terry Watkins speaking."

"Hey Terry," I grinned, "This is Mike Masterson, I just called to say thank you, and that I accept your invitation to the party tonight."

"Oh, hey, Coach," he jovially replied, "I'm glad that you decided to come tonight. We're all really looking forward to having you over here."

"Look," I said, "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but why are you guys inviting me? I mean, I'm nobody special."

"Don't say that, Mike," he gently replied, "We were all so excited after practice this morning, and this is our way of saying thanks, my friend. Please, I promise you that nothing will happen to you," then he laughed, "Besides; none of us are stupid enough to mess with you after your little demonstration with Gary Moses this morning."

"It's not about that at all," I tried to explain, "I'm not a violent person, Terry. I studied the martial arts so that I wouldn't have to fight."

"I understand that completely," he grinned, "That still doesn't mean that we're not grateful to have you as a coach...Coach."

"Come on, man," I laughed, "You can dispense with the Coach shit any time."

"Not in this lifetime," he good naturedly chuckled; "We'll see you tonight, and don't even think about backing out, okay?"

"Okay," I grinned, "You win; I'll see you guys tonight then."

"Good deal," he chuckled, and then right before he hung the phone up, told me, "Oh, and dress casually."

Right after I got off the phone with Terry, my stomach growled just then, loudly enough to wake the dead, making me laugh, and to myself, say, "Alright, I'm on my way to feed you so, shut up."

~~~~~~

I hadn't seen my room mate, Rick, since right after breakfast that morning, which, I wasn't really worried about. I figured I would run into him sooner or later anyway. Hell, knowing him, he was probably with some girl somewhere, and that was okay, too. 

But I was still excited about the upcoming party and I couldn't wait to tell him. However, the thought that was foremost on my mind was getting some lunch so; I was relieved when I finally walked through the cafeteria doors.

I went through the serving line rather quickly, getting a big barbecue sandwich, with some fries, a nice sized piece of fresh apple pie for dessert, and a tall glass of milk to wash it all down with.

As I scanned the room for a place to sit and eat, I still don't know whether it was luck, or perhaps divine intervention, but I saw the beautiful Amy Ross sitting all alone at a table, with her nose in a book while she ate her lunch. Needless to say, I made a beeline to her table, and when I approached her, I quietly asked, "Do you mind if I join you, Miss Ross?"

"Of course not," she sweetly giggled, "But only if you call me Amy. Miss Ross sounds so stuffy."

"Thank you," I smiled, taking a seat across the table from her, "It was really nice meeting you earlier."

"I enjoyed meeting you, too," she smiled, "I was hoping that I would see you again."

Just looking at this stunning beauty who was now sitting across the same table from me, made my heart seemingly skip a beat, and the fact that she was acting like she was interested in me made everything that much better.

However, before I could reply, three guys that I recognized from practice this morning stopped by our table, patting me on the back, saying, "Hey, Coach, are you going to be at the party at the Beta House tonight? It's going to be a good one, dude."

"I'll see you guys later, "I politely dismissed them, "Take care fellas."

"Coach?" she inquired, "I thought you were a student here."

"I am a student here," I replied, and it was then that I filled her in on everything that had taken place; starting with the fracas that had occurred in the gym with Terry Watkins a couple of days prior, as well as how and why Coach Larson had enlisted my help with the football team.

"So, that means that you're a jock then," she disgustedly replied, "I can't stand you guys with your cave man mentalities, accompanied by your penchants for drinking alcohol until you pass out, not to mention the disgusting disregard that you have for women, " and once she said that, she abruptly stood up and left the table, not looking back.

"Wait a minute; I'm not a jock," I said, but it was apparent that my words had fallen on deaf ears, because she continued walking away, "I'm just trying to help...the team."




A Dream Come True



I thought that she was extremely rude for not even giving me the chance to explain myself any more than she had. And what made matters worse was the fact that I'd become very attracted to her, even though I hardly knew her.

"Damn," I said to myself, "And I really thought the she might be a girl that I could eventually call my girlfriend."

What I didn't expect, was the sudden feeling of hurt that was coursing through me. I mean, I knew that she didn't owe me anything, nor did I her, but still, it would've been nice to get to know this beautiful creature. Hell, if anything, we could've at least become friends, maybe even more. 

However, I guess it wasn't going to happen now, and I still don't know why, well, actually I do, but at the time, I couldn't explain why I was feeling as desolate as I suddenly was. Then again, I shouldn't be stupid enough to fall head over heels for a girl I didn't even k now. But that's just how I was, naïve and stupid when it came to girls.

~~~~~~

Later that evening, I was getting dressed to go to the party over at the Beta House when Rick, my room mate came in grinning.

"What's up?" I asked him, "You look like the cat that just ate the canary."

"Not yet," he smiled, "But I've got a date tonight with a girl named Sheila Ward, and man is she hot."

"Cool," I grinned, "I hope you guys have a great time."

"So," he knowingly smiled, "I heard that you got an invitation to a major party being thrown over at the Beta House tonight. What gives?"

I told him about how practice had gone that morning, including the reasons surrounding why I'd been invited to the party. However, when I told him about meeting Amy Ross, as well as the way she'd treated me earlier at lunch, he began to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" I irritably asked him, "I don't see anything funny about this...any of it."

"Relax, brother," he smiled, "It just so happens that Sheila and Amy Ross are room mates. How else do you think I knew about your being invited to the party tonight?"

"Is that right?" I hopefully asked, "Would you try and explain to Amy that I'm not..."

"It's already been done, Mike," Rick impishly grinned, "You see, I was there at their place with Sheila when Amy came in fuming mad about meeting this really cute guy; and then when she found out the he was a jock...."

"I'm not a fucking jock," I interrupted, "I just teach..."

"Calm down, Mike," Rick continued laughing, "Once she told us your name, I explained everything to her and told that you really were a nice guy. But the thing is I don't know how much of it she bought though."

"If she doesn't want to believe the truth, then to hell with her," I distastefully replied, "I don't have time for some holier than thou girl who wants to form a shitty opinion about me before she hears the facts; and I sure as hell don't care what she thinks either."

"Yeah, right," Rick laughed again, "Why don't you tell that shit to somebody else, man?"

"And just what do you mean by that?" I asked.

"She really does like you, Mike...a lot," he chuckled, "And I can tell that you really like her a lot, too...a whole lot more than you're letting on, dude."

"You're wrong," I lied, "Besides, how could you possibly know how either of us feels toward each other?

"Because," Rick knowingly grinned, "She had the same look on her face that you've got on yours right now, and she tried to deny it just like you."

By this time I was ready to leave and I knew that my ride would be here any moment to pick me up. So, as opposed to admitting to Rick that he had been right about everything, I simply changed the subject and said, "Look, bro; I gotta go. I'll be back later tonight, okay?"

"Okay, Mike," he smiled, "Have a good time, dude."

And then someone knocked on my door, and when I answered it, I was surprised by the fact that Terry Watkins himself was there to greet me. I looked at Rick smiling and said, "I'll see ya later."

~~~~~~

"Are you ready, Coach?" Terry asked, as we walked outside to his Mustang convertible, "There are a couple of smoking hot girls back at the Beta House who are really anxious to meet you, dude."

"Cool," I grinned, as we hopped into his car, "Lead the way, my friend."

~~~~~~

The frat houses were on Fraternity Row, one block over from Sorority Lane, both of which were located all the way on the other side of the campus from the freshman dorms. I couldn't believe all the parties that I saw going on as we drove down the street to the Beta House, which, by the way, was the last one on the right side of the street, as well as the biggest house on Fraternity Row.

~~~~~~

When we pulled up in front of Beta House, loud rock and roll music could be heard blaring from every window in the house. I even saw a couple of half naked women giggling and waving at me from out of the upper windows on the second floor.

"Holy shit," I grinned, "This is wild."

"Hang on to your hat, Mike," Terry grinned, "You ain't seen the half of it yet."

"Is that right?" I chuckled, while Terry nodded his head, laughing as we got out of the car and then headed up the walkway to the front door, "I can't wait to see what's inside..."

~~~~~~

The moment we opened the door and stepped inside, the whole house, music included, went deadly silent, as all eyes were upon us.

"Brothers and Little Sisters," Terry loudly announced, "The guest of honor has arrived," and less than two seconds later, two of the guys that I'd taught earlier that day, lifted me onto their shoulders and started to carry me toward the bar, as everyone in the house began to loudly chant the words, "COACH, COACH, COACH, COACH...", and before I knew it, I was being gently set back onto in front of two very pretty girls, who, I quickly discovered, were twins.

Thankfully, Terry was right behind me, and while making introductions, said, "Ladies, allow me to introduce you to the toughest son of a bitch I've ever met, Mike Masterson," and then he turned to me and chuckled, "Mike, allow me to introduce you to the Bennington Twins, Toni and Tawny."

"Hi, Mike," they giggled in unison, then stood up on their toes and kissed both of my cheeks at the same time, as the crowd cheered and the music came back on.

"Oh, my God," I said to Terry, "Which one is which...I mean, how do I tell them apart?"

"Don't worry about it, Coach," he knowingly chuckled, "I'm sure you'll find a way to tell them apart before the night is over."

They were both blonde haired; blue eyed, and had the exact same 38DD-24-36 figures, while purposefully informing me that they were my escorts for the party that evening, and that if there was anything I wanted; then they would be more than happy to provide it for me, regardless of what it was.

"Damn," I said, to myself, "You gotta love this."

I had to say though, all the guys at Beta House genuinely treated me as if I was one of their own, everyone one of them making it a point to introduce themselves to me. Granted, they may have been a little wild when it came to drinking and partying and such, but each and every single person there, bar none, were nothing but very respectful when it came to how they treated and/or spoke to me. 

And for the very first time in my life, I felt as if I belonged somewhere. However, what surprised me the most was the fact that I could tell from talking to these guys that they were all very intelligent; and for those who lacked in book learning, they more than made up for it by their honest and sincere attitudes, by openly admitting their strengths as well as their weaknesses. Hell, these guys were nothing like the people that Amy had said they were. Besides, who the hell did she think she was anyway?

Still though, if the whole truth were known, I'll tell you exactly who she was. She was the girl who'd captured my heart from the very first moment I saw her; and although I had two beauties on my arms that night, both of whom had more or less guaranteed me wild, unbridled and uninhibited sex by the end of the night, I still couldn't get Amy off of my mind.

I know that I'd only met her twice, and had been with her, if you wanted to call it that, one time, but I still couldn't shake her. And even though the Bennington Twins were two extremely beautiful girls, and at the present, were tantalizingly putting their hands all over me, there was something about them that seemed tainted, impure, but not Amy. I don't know how I knew that, but I just knew it, that's all.

Still though, I didn't want to insult the guys who I knew were honestly trying to show me that they were accepting of me, plus, I was going to have to deal with twice a week for the rest of the football season so; I stayed at the party...at least for a little while longer anyway.

Don't get me wrong, it was fun watching some of the antics that were being pulled, beer bongs, watching the girls there, all of which were very attractive, doing shots while they were being held upside down by the legs as their dresses fell up/down, exposing their barely there thong panties.

The twins were engaging me in conversation at every given opportunity, and I was being attentive, answering their questions and talking to them, but my heart and mind were elsewhere, and definitely not where I was at the time. I also felt that the Toni and Tawny were somehow aware of it as well.

I knew this because after consuming more beers than I wanted to drink that night, the twins suggested that we retire upstairs to a room that had been strictly reserved for the three of us for the rest of the evening.

"Look, girls," I politely replied, "I'm very flattered, believe me, but what you're suggesting is really not for me, at least right now it isn't."

"What's wrong, honey," one of them said, which one I don't know, "Don't you think that we're pretty?"

"Of course I do, you're smoking hot, both of you" I sweetly told them, "But I guess I'm just a little old fashioned when it comes to that sort of thing."

"Aw, that's okay, sweetie," the other one kindly replied, "Whoever it is that's on your mind is one lucky girl."

"What makes you think that I've got someone else on my mind?" I asked.

"But before I could reply," Tawny, finally letting me know which one of the two she was, looked me in the eyes and sweetly said, "We're girls, too, Mike, and we can tell when a man is in love with another woman. Now get your handsome self out of here and go to her right now."

"What about you two?" I asked, "Are you girls going to be alright?"

"Don't worry about us, handsome," Toni giggled, "We've never had a problem getting home from a party."

"You girls are the best," I smiled, tenderly kissing them on their cheeks, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetie," Tawny playfully teased, "Now, get your handsome ass out of here before we change our minds and keep you all to ourselves."

~~~~~~

I walked out of the Beta House that night feeling better than I'd felt about myself in a long time. I knew I had a bit of a walk ahead of me, but I didn't care, it was only about ten o'clock at night, and I knew that I could at least be back to the dorms by no later than ten-thirty; ten forty-five at the very latest. So; I started walking, making my way back to what was home while I was in college...my dorm room.

~~~~~~

When I got back to my dorm, there was a note from Rick on my bed, telling me that if I got back home before eleven o'clock, he and Sheila would be at a bar right near our side of the campus; a place called, "Shenanigan's", and that they wanted me to meet them there, because Rick had something very important that he wanted to tell me.

"Why not," I said aloud.

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

I pulled my truck into the parking lot at Shenanigan's, turned off the engine, and then got out while locking the door behind me. I walked in and looked around, and sitting at a booth was Rick and a very pretty blonde sitting closely beside him, who I assumed was Sheila. There was also someone else who was sitting at their table but they had their back to me and I couldn't quite make out who it was.

~~~~~~

"Hey bro," Rick said, waving his hands in the air as I made my way to the table, "I've got someone I want you to meet."

I assumed that it was Sheila he was talking about, however; I felt my stomach jump into my throat when I arrived at their booth to find that Amy was the person who'd been sitting with her back to me.

And when I saw that it was her, I looked at Rick, then glared back at Amy and said, "I'm sorry, Rick, but maybe some other time," then I turned and walked away.

~~~~~~

The moment I got to my truck, I heard a now familiar female voice coming from behind me that said, "Just who in the hell do you think you are, asshole?"

I turned back around to see Amy standing there with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, and God did she look so beautiful just then. However, I was still pissed off at her because of the way she'd treated me earlier that day so; I said nothing, then got into my truck, and was attempting to pull out.

The moment I put my truck in gear, she pulled my door open, and with pure contempt in her voice, said, "You can at least talk to me after the way you treated me."

"The way I treated you?" I angrily said, "You were the one who insulted me, and then you turned your little prissy ass around and walked away without even giving me a chance to explain myself so; don't give me any shit."

"I know," she quietly sniffled, "And I'm so sorry, Michael; give me another chance...please?"

"What did you say?" I snapped, "I can't hear you, dammit."

"I SAID, I'M SORRY, YOU ASSHOLE," she yelled, "I WAS WRONG, MICHAEL, OKAY? CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?" and then she began to bitterly weep, her arms wrapped around herself as painful tears poured down her face like a colossal rain in a heavy thunderstorm.

I knew that I already belonged to her, but the moment that I saw the tears falling down her cheeks; I thought my heart was going to break right there on the spot, making me throw my truck back into park, and then turn off the engine and get out.

"It's okay," I softly told her, as I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my handkerchief and then began to gently wipe the tears from her beautiful face, "Why don't we go back inside and talk about it, alright?"

"Okay," she whispered, gently placing her arm around my waist as I closed the door to my truck and locked it, "Thank you, Michael..."

~~~~~~

"It's about time the two of you kissed and made up," Rick teased, once we went back into Shenanigan's and sat down at his and Sheila's table.

"You shut up," I laughed, "We still have a lot to talk about."

"Who," he continued to tease, "You and me? I don't think so."

"No, goofy," Sheila smiled pulling him up from the booth, "Why don't you and I go back to our place? Are you gonna be okay, Amy?"

"Yes," she sniffled slightly, gently squeezing my waist where her arm still remained, "I'm okay now."

"I'm taking Rick to our place, Amy," Sheila knowingly grinned, "If that's alright with you."

"That's fine," Amy softly replied, "I think Michael and I are gonna talk for a while, but I'll call you when I'm on my way home, alright?"

"Okay, sweetie," Sheila grinned, leaning down then whispering into Amy's ear, "You've got a good one. I can already tell so, give him a chance, okay?"

"I know," Amy quietly replied, "I'll see ya later, girl," and then after standing back up, Sheila took Rick's hand and they walked away.

Once they were gone, Amy looked back at me and said, "Thank you for giving me another chance, Michael, even though I know I don't really deserve it."

"Yes you do," I gently replied, "I think everyone deserves a second chance in life. I mean, hell, it's only fair."

"Rick told me about what you're doing with the football team," she said, "And I think that it's very nice of you to teach those guys how to think before they react."

Before we go any further," I said, "There's something we need to get straight right now, Amy, okay?"

"Okay," she softly replied, "But if it's about you being with another girl tonight then I understand because I...."

"It's not that," I politely interrupted her, "Hell, I'm still a virgin, but that's not what I'm talking about. It's about your opinion of jocks."

"You're still a virgin?" she laughed, "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Look," I angrily replied, getting ready to stand up, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all, because if you're going to..."

"No, please don't go, Michael," she quickly interrupted me, holding on to me tightly, as if her life depended on it, "I'm sorry, but please...don't go, okay."

"Okay," I relented, "But from now on, you need to understand that I am not a liar, by any means; and if you want to be with me, then you need to stop disputing everything I say. Do you understand?" 

"I understand," she quietly replied, looking at the floor, "I'm sorry."

"Oh, one more thing," I smiled, gently placing my finger under her chin and lifting her face to look me in the eyes, "I'll never hurt you...not ever, okay, beautiful?"

"I've heard that before," she sniffled, as I just realized that she wasn't wearing her glasses, leaving me wondering if her eyes had always been so beautifully blue.

"Maybe so," I told her, "But you've never heard it from me."

"We'll see," she softly smiled, "But would you do me a favor in the mean time?"

"Name it," I grinned, "What can I do for you, sweetie?"

"You can start by taking me out of here," she told me, "Then I want to go to your dorm room, because Rick told me that you're a great piano player and I want to hear you play. Is that okay with you?"

"Of, course it is," I smiled, standing up and taking her hand, "But there's something I want to talk to you about on the way to my place, alright?"

"That's right," she began to giggle, "You wanted to tell me about your jock buddies, didn't you?"

"Yes," I said, "And I prefer to call them athletes, and not jocks."

~~~~~~

On the short drive back to my dorm, I told her about the truly intelligent people that I'd encountered earlier at the Beta House, and that, like her; I'd been very wrong in my opinion of these guys, too. I also wanted her to know how truly brilliant I thought that most of them were.

Amy listened to every word I'd told her, and while she didn't really cast an opinion of her own either way, I could tell that she was taking her time to not only process, but digest the information I'd given her, making me wonder how this was all going to turn out.

~~~~~~

When we got back to my dorm room, her eyes widened when she saw all my gear lined up against the far wall of the room.

"Wow," she excitedly replied, "Do you know how to work all of this stuff?"

"I sure do," I smiled, "Would you care to hear a demonstration?"

"Yes, please," she giggled, "I love electronic music."

I played a medley of classical music, beginning with Beethoven, the Fifth Symphony, which flowed into Clair de Lune, by DeBussy, and then ending it with Rachmaninoff's Etude in G#; and when I was finished, Amy was simply beside herself.

"Oh, my God, Michael," she enthusiastically smiled, "That was beautiful. Why aren't you majoring in music as opposed to athletics?"

"What's it going to take to make you understand that I'm not an athlete?" I groaned, "I haven't declared a major yet, but now that you mention it, I'm probably going to do that after mid terms in the spring."

"How long have you been playing?" she asked, "And why did you study Karate?"

"I've been playing for eleven years now," I told her, "And the reason I studied that martial arts is because I can't stand a bully, or anyone who bullies others."

"Can I do something without you thinking that I'm some kind of slut?" she meekly asked, "Please, Michael?"




A Dream Come True



"First of all, there's nothing you could ever do that would make me thing that you're a slut," I chuckled, "And secondly, yes, you can."

"Oh, gosh," she nervously fidgeted, "Oh, hell, here goes nothing," and then she threw her arms around my neck, and then proceeded t give me the sweetest, most tender kiss that I could ever imagine getting from a girl. 

And while it was my first kiss, I couldn't think of anything that felt better than that, hell, I still can't, but that's another story. When the kiss ended, not only were we both breathing heavily, but her pupils were dilated, as were mine.

"I've got a confession," I softly said, feeling a little embarrassed, "I hope you don't think that I'm just an immature kid either."

"Oh, sweetie," she tenderly cooed, "What on earth would make you think that I would think that about you?"

"Because," I said, "You're the first girl I've ever kissed."

"Oh, Michael, honey," she sweetly replied, "I would think that as handsome as you are that you had all kinds of girlfriends in high school."

"I didn't," I told her, "The girls that I went to high school with all made fun of me because I had long hair, and I didn't fit into their shitty little molds of what they thought a guy should look like."

"That really sucks," she empathized, "But didn't you at least go out on any dates?"

Then I told her about the only three dates I'd had, and also how those same girls had treated me afterwards at school the following week.

"I'm really sorry, sweetie," Amy softly replied, "Girls can be selfish as hell sometimes, not to mention very shallow bitches."

"Maybe," I said, "I wouldn't know though."

"I wish that you and I had known each other back then," she sweetly smiled, "I would've showed you off to all of my friends...as a matter of fact," she began to impishly giggle, "I think I'll do that very thing as soon as I can get you to come home with me."

"Really," I wistfully asked, "Are you sure that you father won't raise hell with you because of the length of my hair?"

"Dad was killed in Vietnam when I was nine," she quietly replied, sadly looking down, "It's just Mom, my little sister, Nikki, and me now."

"Oh, jeez, Amy, I'm really sorry," I told her, placing my arms around her shoulders and hugging her closely against me, "My Dad was a Navy fighter pilot who fought in that shitty war, too."

"Oh really?" she lightly smiled, her head lying on my shoulder with her arms still around me, "Tell me about your family, Michael."

"Okay," I grinned, "I grew up without any brothers or sisters, and Mom and Dad made sure that I had everything I needed, but not everything I wanted. Dad, whose name is Tom, was a great role model, and he was the one who put me in martial arts, but Mom, whose name is Jennifer, but everyone calls her Jenny, God love her sweet soul, she put me behind a piano when I was seven years old."

"So, you're an only child, huh?" Amy giggled, "You sure don't act like one, but I guess after what you just told me about your family, I think I understand why. Your parents sound like pretty good people to me."

"They are," I grinned, holding her in my arms when an idea popped into my head, "Hey; would you like to meet them? We can leave in the morning if you want to."

"Do you really mean that, Michael?" she asked smiling, "I would love to, but only if you're serious."

"I've never been more serious in my life," I excitedly grinned, "We can leave bright and early tomorrow morning if you want to."

"I can't sleep with my contact lenses, Michael," she told me, "That means I need to go back to my dorm room."

"No problem," I smiled, grabbing my truck keys, "Just tell me where I need to take you."

"You don't need to take me anywhere, silly," she impishly giggled, picking up the telephone receiver, "Sheila and I live on the floor above you guys."

After talking on the phone, she looked at me and said, "While I'm gone I want you to get ready for bed...I'll be right back."

"Does that mean that you're going to spend the night here with me?" I uneasily asked, "I mean, that's okay, but I..."

"Relax, Michael," she sweetly interrupted, gently kissing my lips again, "Just because we're going to sleep together doesn't mean anything is going to happen, okay?"

She could clearly see the relief washing over my face, making her giggle and say, "I do think that it's very noble of you to be concerned about that, though; and believe it, or not, the way you reacted just now makes me respect you more than you will ever know, you handsome thing."

"I can't help it," I told her, "I'm sorry if that seems old fashioned, but that's just the way that I am."

"I think it's one of the most beautiful qualities that a guy could have, Michael, especially this day and age," she breathed, softly kissing my lips, "I'll be back in a few minutes, okay sweetie?"

"Okay," I smiled, "I'll see you when you get back, pretty girl."

~~~~~~

Amy had been gone for about twenty minutes, and I had just taken off my pants and put on a fresh pair of boxers, as well as a clean tee shirt, when I heard a knock at the door. Of course I knew who it was, and when I opened the door, Amy was standing there smiling, also wearing a pair of men's boxer shorts, as well as a tee shirt which made it obvious that she was braless, and her glasses. She was also carrying a medium sized canvas overnight bag that she had apparently packed for the trip we were taking tomorrow.

"Hey gorgeous," I smiled, taking the bag from her as she walked into my room, "You can sleep in Rick's bed if that will make you feel more comfortable."

"I don't think so," she giggled, quickly kissing me, "I want to sleep with you, Michael...I mean if you want me to. You do, don't you?"

I set the bag on the floor, and then after I gently pulled her into my arms, I made sure that I gave her the softest kiss that I knew how to give. It wasn't a French kiss, mind you; but it was still soft and tender none the less. I wanted to wait until we knew one another better before things went to that level where kissing each other was concerned, and from her body language, I could tell that Amy felt the same way that I did.

"Does that answer your question, pretty girl?" I asked her smiling.

"Oh, my God," she breathed, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, "It sure does...and thank you for not trying to shove your tongue down my throat, Michael."

"You're the only girl I've ever kissed, Amy," I shamefully replied, looking at the floor, "So, I don't know how to kiss like that."

It was her turn to make me look into her eyes, and when she did, she tenderly smiled and softly said, "Don't worry, baby, when the time comes, I'll be more than happy to show you how I want you to kiss me, okay?"

"Okay," I smiled, "Thanks, Amy."

"You're welcome, Michael," she grinned, "But what're you thanking me for?"

"For not making fun of me because I'm inexperienced," I quietly replied, "I already told you that I was still a virgin."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Michael," she softly smiled, with her arms still around me, "Not that it matters, but I'm still a virgin, too. I mean, I've been out on a few dates, and I've kissed a few guys, but as far as having sex goes, I've never done it either so; don't worry, baby, okay?"

"Okay," I happily replied, "But can I ask you something personal without pissing you off?"

"Seeing as how we're trying to get to know one another, I don't see why not," she sweetly smiled, "I mean, it's not like you haven't shared personal information with me."

"Well," I uncomfortably began, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I figured that maybe you might've had sex with your boyfriend in high school. Most girls do you know, and I was wondering why you didn't, and please don't get mad at me for asking you that."

"That's a fair question," she giggled, making me feel very relieved, "But for me, I guess I want to be in love with the man that I make love to the first time. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes," I smiled, "I guess when you put it like that, I feel the same way, and thank you for being so sweet about it."

"You're welcome," she giggled, quickly kissing my lips, "Can we get some sleep now? I can't wait to snuggle up next to you."

"Sure," I grinned, pulling back the covers on my bed, "Come on, pretty girl, last one in is a rotten egg."

~~~~~~

That night, as we lay together in my bed, became a night that I'll remember for the rest of my life. Amy snuggled as close to me as she could get, almost lying on top of me, and I was thankful that my dick chose to behave that night. 

"I really like laying next to you like this, Michael," Amy softly told me, "I haven't felt this safe since way before my Dad died when I was a little girl."

"No one will ever hurt you as long as you're with me," I sincerely replied, "I promise you, Amy."

"I don't know why I trust you, but I do," she told me, "And I don't give my trust easily either."

"I know that what I'm about to tell you, you've probably heard before," I said, "But something wonderful happened inside of me the very first time I ever laid eyes on you."

"You're wrong, sweetie," she tenderly replied, "Nobody's ever told me that before...what happened?"

"I'd better not say," I quietly said, "Or you're liable to think that I'm some kind of idiot."

"Please, tell me, Michael," she smiled, "I promise that I won't think badly of you...please?"

"You got into here," I replied, laying my hand over my heart, "I don't know how it happened so fast, but it did."

"Good," she smiled, laying her head on my chest, as she curled her body around mine, "I only hope that I can find a way to stay there."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem for you," I said, "But don't hurt me, okay?"

"You sound like me," she said, "I'm the one who worries about getting hurt."

"You'll never have to worry about getting hurt by me," I chuckled, gently hugging her close to me, "And like I just said a few minutes ago, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you either."

"Rick said you were a bad ass," she teased, giggling.

"Bull shit," I laughed, "Rick talks entirely too much."

"You should've heard him tell me about you," she smiled, "I can tell that you two are pretty close for having just met one another."

"Rick is a good guy," I grinned, "And he's one hell of a guitar player, too."

"That's what I hear," she said, "Well, at least Sheila told me he was, anyway."

"I meant to ask you something earlier and I forgot," I said, "And I hope you don't think I'm being nosy, but how old are you?"

"I just turned nineteen a few days ago on the fourth of August," she teased, "Why? Does it bother you that I'm a little over a year older than you are?"

"Oh really," I chuckled, "And how would you know that."

"It's like you said earlier," she giggled, yawning this time, "I guess Rick really does talk too much."

"Get some sleep, silly girl," I laughed, gently hugging her as I kissed her soft temple, "We're leaving early in the morning."

"Good night, baby," she sleepily said.

"Nitey nite, pretty girl," I quietly told her, "I'll see you in the morning."

~~~~~~

Chapter Four

We were up bright and early the next morning, and after we'd both taken our showers, separately of course, and gotten dressed, we stopped at a Denny's Restaurant™ for breakfast, my treat, and then took Amy to meet my Mom and Dad.

~~~~~~

I already had Emerson Lake and Palmer's "Tarkus" album in the tape player so, that's what we listened to on the trip home. Amy sat right next to me with her hand on my leg the whole way there, and I couldn't have been happier about it.

"I like your taste in music," she smiled, "I've never heard these guys before, but they're damn good."

"I think so, too," I smiled, "Keith Emerson, the keyboard player, is one of my influences."

"I can tell," she replied smiling, "That's why you're so good yourself."

"I'm really glad you think that," I proudly told her, "But I just like to play. I don't really think about whether I'm good or, not."

"And that another reason why you're good," Amy teased, "Because you're also humble, too."

"Whatever," I grinned, changing the subject, "We'll be home soon. I can't wait for you to meet my parents."

"I'm a little nervous, Michael."

"Don't be," I smiled, reassuring her, "They're gonna adore you, just wait and see." 

"What about you?" she sweetly asked, "How do you feel about me?"

"I think you know the answer to that question," I chuckled, "Or don't you remember what I told you last night before we went to sleep?"

"Of course I do," she smiled, "I just wanted to hear you say it again."

"What're you talking about?" I teased, "What did you want to hear me say again?"

"That you care for me," she softly admitted, "Because I really care for you, Michael. I have since the first moment I saw you, too; and I'm terribly sorry for the way I acted toward you before."

"I've already forgotten about that," I said, softly caressing her cheek with the back of my hand, "And I want you to do the same, okay?"

"Okay, baby," she tenderly replied, "I'm really glad I met you."

"Me too, Amy..."

~~~~~~

"Damn, boy," Dad teased, as we pulled into the driveway of my boyhood home, "School ain't even started yet, and you're already homesick."

"Be quiet," I laughed, as Amy and I got out of my truck, "I brought somebody I want you and Mom to meet."

"Holy cow, Mike," Dad exclaimed, smiling from ear-to-ear the moment he saw Amy getting out of my truck, "Who's this pretty girl you brought here?"

"Dad, this is Amy Ross, my girlfriend," I proudly said, "Amy, this is my father, Mister Tom Masterson."

"It's nice to meet you, sir," Amy smiled, standing on her toes, and kissing Dad on the cheek, which of course made his face turn beet red, "I see why Michael is so handsome...he looks just like you."

"What a sweetie," Dad proudly blushed, looking at Amy and the back at me, "And she's beautiful, too."

"Thanks Dad," I proudly grinned, placing my arm around Amy's waist, "Where's Mom?"

"JENNY," Dad shouted smiling, "HONEY, COME QUICK! SOMEONE'S HERE TO SEE US!"

OH, MY GOODNESS," Mom squealed, as she came flying out the front door of the house, throwing her arms around me, "What're doing back home, sweetie?" And then she looked at Amy, and with a giant smile on her pretty face, asked, "Oh, my God, Michael, who is this beautiful girl you've brought home?"

"Mom, this is my girlfriend, Amy Ross," I chuckled, "Amy, this is my Mom, Jenny Masterson."

"Hello, sweetie," Mom began to sniffle, throwing her arms around Amy, "It's so nice to meet you...you're so pretty."

"Thank you, Missus Masterson," Amy sweetly smiled, returning Mom's hug, "It's very nice to meet ..."

"Oh no, sweetheart," Mom giggled, "My name is Jenny and my husband's name is Tom. You're a grown woman and I want you to call us by our first names, alright, pretty girl?"

"Okay, Jenny," Amy giggled, "Thank you."

"Come in this house with me, baby girl," Mom smiled, taking Amy's hand and leading her inside, "Michael, honey, would you bring the bags inside, please?"

"Sure, Mom," I proudly smiled, winking at Amy, "I'll see you inside."

"Okay, baby," Amy smiled, gently squeezing Mom's hand.

~~~~~~

"So, tell me, sweetie," Mom asked, as soon as Amy was inside, "Can I get you something to drink, or maybe something to eat?"

"A glass of iced tea would be nice," Amy sweetly replied, "But only if you have some already made."

"I sure do, baby girl," Mom happily chirped, "How do you like it?

"Unsweet, with lemon," Amy smiled, "Michael didn't tell me how beautiful you were."

"Aw, thank you, sweetie," Mom proudly grinned, "But you're beautiful yourself ya know."

"Thank you, Jenny," Amy beamed, "I see where your son gets his beautiful heart from."

"That's such a nice thing to say," Mom said, "How long have you two known each other?"

"Just a few days," Amy replied, "I wouldn't call it love, not yet, but I really care for him...a lot."

"I can tell by the look in my son's eyes how he feels about you," Mom tenderly smiled, "And I can tell by the way he acts around you, too."

"Tell me what you mean, Jenny," Amy suddenly asked, "Please?"

"I'll tell you this, sweetie," Mom replied, "The fact that he brought you down here to meet us tells me that he truly cares for you with all of his heart. He's like his father that way."

"Like his father," Amy said, "What does that mean?"

"It's like this," Mom smiled, handing Amy a glass of iced tea, "The men in this family...when they love, they love unconditionally and with all of their heart. I can tell that it wouldn't take much for my son to fall in love with you, Amy. All I ask is that you don't hurt him...I think it would literally break his heart, okay?"

"And here I thought that he might hurt me," Amy contemplatively replied.

"That's something that I know will never happen," Mom said, sitting down at the table beside her, "Not in this lifetime, sweetie, not ever."

"I don't know how I know this," Amy said, "But I believe you, Jenny, I really do."

About that time I walked through the front door with Amy's bag slung over one shoulder and my duffle bag, half full of dirty laundry, on the other.

"Hey, Mom," I smiled, "I'm going to put Amy's bag in the guest room, if that's okay with you?"

"That's fine, sweetie," Mom smiled, giving Amy a knowing wink, "But I would've thought that you two would be sleeping in your room though."

"That's a nice thought," I smiled, looking at Amy, "But not yet, Mom, we haven't known each other that long.."

"That's fine, baby," Mom sweetly replied, placing her palm on my cheek, "Whatever you two want to do is fine with your father and I."

"I took my duffle bag to the utility room, and after dropping if off in there, I gently took Amy's hand and told her, "Come with me, sweetie, I'll show you where you're going to sleep while we're here, okay?"

"Okay, Michael," she tenderly replied, "Thank you, baby."

The look on Mom's face that day was one that I'd never seen before, as Amy and I disappeared down the hall to the guest room.

~~~~~~

When we got to the guest room I gently set Amy's bag on the bed and then told her, "I hope this room is alright with you, but if you need me, I'm just right across the hall, okay, pretty girl?"

"Do me a favor and hold me, Michael," Amy said, using a gentler tone of voice I'd never heard her use, "I've got something I want to give you."

I did as she asked, and then once our bodies were fully touching each other's; she slowly placed her soft lips upon mine. Amy began to kiss me, and in that moment, I felt her mouth open and her tongue gently probe my mouth, as it slowly opened and our tongues danced a dance that began long before either of us were ever born. The deeper we kissed the more I realized that I fully and totally belonged to her now...to only her and no other...until time itself ceased to exist. 

"I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you, Michael," Amy softly cried, "I think I'm beginning to fall deeply in love with you."

"I need to tell you something very important," I softly replied, my arms gently wrapped around her while I held her body firmly against my own, "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you...I love you, Amy. I know we barely know each other, but I love you with all my heart."

"I know," she softly but happily wept, "I love you; too, Michael...It's crazy, isn't it?"

"Not all, my love," I softly breathed, "Not at all..."

~~~~~~

Later that day, I took Amy horseback riding, placing her on the back of my Mom's horse, a gentle Roane mare named Bell. Of course I rode my Andalusian stallion, which I raised from a baby named, Zorro. We rode all over the property, all three hundred acres, and when we got back home that afternoon, Amy helped me brush the horses down while I made sure that they were fed well. 




A Dream Come True



"Easy, girl," Amy sweetly told Bell, gently holding a handful of oats to her mouth, as Bell ate it, "You're such a sweet girl, yes you are."

"So are you," I smiled, "The sweetest girl I've ever known."

"You say that because you love me," she softly said, "Don't you?"

"Not really," I teased, "I say that because it's one of the many reasons why I love you."

"I've never known anyone like you, Michael," Amy tenderly replied, "Not ever."

"Then that's a good thing," I smiled, "Yes?"

"Of course," she giggled, gently kissing me, "It's a very good thing."

~~~~~~

After we finished brushing the horses down, and after I'd put the saddles back in the tackle room, Amy and I sat together in the swing that was out in the gazebo, which itself, was in the middle of Mom and Dad's very spacious back yard, between the barn and the house.

"I love it this place," Amy smiled, holding my hand, practically sitting in my lap, "It must've been wonderful growing up out here."

"It was," I smiled, remembering my childhood, as well as the days when my grandmother was still alive, "The only thing I regret is the fact that my Granny is not here to meet you. She died when I was sixteen."

"I'm sorry, baby," Amy told me, again tenderly kissing my lips, "It sounds like you loved her very much."

"I really did," I said, and then I proceeded to tell her about how my Aunt and cousins had treated her, and how, although I knew she loved my Aunt, her daughter, Granny wasn't going to give her anything, because she felt she didn't deserve it.

"Oh, my God," Amy disgustedly replied, "I would much rather have my grandmother here as opposed to anything she owned."

"I feel the same way," I replied in total agreement, "But some people are just bad seeds to begin with, and the only thing I know to do is to pray for them."

"I love you, Michael," Amy softly told me, "I'll always love you."

"I love you, too," I said, "And now that we're together, I can't even begin to imagine my life without you, and I sure as hell don't want to either."

~~~~~~

Little did either of us realize that Mom and Dad were looking out of the kitchen window, sweetly watching us sitting together, holding hands as we kissed and talked?

"Look at him, honey," Mom smiled, gently wiping the happy tears from her eyes as she and Dad talked, "Do you think we might be looking at our future daughter?"

"I think so," Dad grinned, "I mean, look at the way Michael is with her."

"I know, and I think it's so beautiful," Mom sniffled, "He reminds me of someone I met two years before he was born."

"Oh really," Dad teased, his arms around Mom's waist, tenderly holding her against him, "I wonder who that would be?"

"Smart ass," Mom giggled, "You know damn good and well who I'm talking about, Thomas Lee Masterson."

"Yeah, those were some really great times," Dad smiled, nuzzling Mom's neck, "But they've only gotten better over time, baby."

"I love you, Tom," Mom softly replied, "And I love our son."

"I love you, too, Jenny," Dad replied, holding Mom tightly against him, "You and Michael are, and will always be my whole world; I want you to know that."

"I know," Mom purred, leaning her head against Dad's chest, "I've always known it."

~~~~~~

After an hour or so had passed, I was getting hungry and I'm sure that Amy was, too, even though she hadn't said a word. Standing up, I looked at her and held my hand out to her and said, "Come with me, baby, I'll bet Mom has something really good cooking for us."

"Okay, sweetheart, "she gently replied, "Now that you mention it, I could probably eat something."

Amy and I began walking toward the house, and the nearer we drew, the more the aromas coming from the kitchen's exhaust stack, which was sticking out of the roof of Mom and Dad's house, began assaulting our noses with an aroma I would know anywhere, southern fried pork chops, with mashed potatoes and gravy."

"Yum," I grinned, "You're going to love what Mom is cooking, baby." 

"I don't know what it is," she giggled, "But it smells very good and my stomach is beginning to growl."

~~~~~~

"Hi, babies," Mom happily smiled, as we walked into the kitchen from the back door, then out of the utility room, "Michael, honey, go wash your hands and help your father set the table while me and Amy finish getting supper ready."

"Oh, that sounds good," Amy beamed, "What can I do to help, Jenny?"

"Not a thing, baby," Mom giggled," But you and I can have a little girl talk while the men around here are earning their keep."

~~~~~~

"Oh, my God," Amy grinned, after we finished eating, "Everything was so delicious. I've never had pork chops that tasted like that before."

"See," I grinned, "I told my Mom was the best cook in the world, didn't I?"

"She sure is," Amy proudly smiled, reaching across the table and gently squeezing Mom's hand, "Thank you, Jenny, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, baby," Mom giggled, "Now you've got another reason to come back here, huh?"

"You betcha," she smiled, "You all have been so nice to me, and I haven't felt this good since way before my father passed away."

"Aw, sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Mom suddenly said, "How did it happen, baby girl?"

"He was killed in Vietnam," Amy sadly replied, "I wasn't very old, and my younger sister was still a little girl."

All at once Dad stood up from where he sat, and then after coming around the table to where Amy was seated, he leaned down, and placing his arms around her, he softly told her, "You're always welcome in this house, baby girl; and any time you want to talk about it, I'm right here, okay sweetie?"

"Yes, sir," Amy began to cry, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, I mean that," and then she quietly rose from her chair and cried into Dad's chest, while he stood there with his arms around her, letting her get it all out.

"Shh," Dad soothed her, while Mom placed her hand into mine, sadly looking into my face, "It's going to be alright, sweet girl...I promise you."

It took another five or six minutes until Amy had calmed down enough to return to her seat, but once she did, Dad looked at me and quietly said, "Come on, son; let's you and I get the table cleared and then we can do the dishes so that your mother and Miss Amy can have some time to talk, okay?"

I did exactly that, making sure that everything on the table had been cleared, while Mom took Amy into the living room where they could be alone for a little while. My heart was breaking for Amy, but I knew that if anyone could bring her back to normal, it was Mom.

~~~~~~

Chapter Five

"This may be none of my business, son," Dad said, while we were washing the dishes, "But you're in love with that beautiful girl...aren't you?"

"Yes sir," I plainly told him, in no uncertain terms, "I know that we haven't known each other that long, but I just can't help how I feel."

"Don't worry about it, Mike," Dad smiled, gently patting me on the shoulder, "I fell in love with your mother the first time I ever laid eyes on her so; I fully understand, trust me."

"You're the best father a guy could ever have, Dad," I proudly told him, "I just wanted you to know that."

"Listen son," Dad said, stopping what he was doing and looking me in the eyes, "Your mother and I have loved you your whole life; and you've made us both very proud, Michael; and if Amy makes you happy, then that's all that matters to us, besides, she's the prettiest girl your Mom and I have ever seen."

"Thanks, Dad," I proudly replied, "I think she's the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen, too."

"Then do what ever it takes to make her happy, son," Dad kindly said, "But the most important advice I can ever offer you is, don't ever let the sun set on an argument. In other words, you two don't ever want to go to bed while you're still mad at each other...do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, sir," I honestly replied, "I know exactly what you mean."

"Good," Dad grinned, "Because I've got the strangest feeling that you two were meant for one another."

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After my father and I finished doing the dishes, I went to the living room where I discovered Mom and Amy looking through a couple of old picture albums, making me immediately realize that Mom was showing Amy my old baby pictures.

"He was only eight months old in this one," Mom chuckled, neither of them aware that I was behind them and was now watching their every move, "Wasn't he a cutie pie back then?"

"What do you mean back then?" Amy conspiratorially giggled, "He's still a cutie pie, or at least I think so."

"You love him, don't you?" Mom sweetly asked, "I can tell by the way that the two of you act around one another."

"Oh, my God, Jenny," Amy sighed, leaning back with her hand against her chest and a far away look in her beautiful eyes, "It feels like my heart's going to burst just by him being in the same room with me."

"I know how you feel, sweetie," Mom tenderly smiled, "But don't ever let him know that, okay? We don't want to make his head any bigger that it already is."

"It's too late for that," I teased, suddenly making my presence known to them, "And just so you know, Mom, we haven't had sex yet, because we..."

"Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversation, boy? "Mom interrupted me, as she crossly admonished me, then she smiled and said, "But I'm glad to hear that you've decided to wait for a while before having sex. It tells me that you're both taking your time."

"Of course," I grinned, taking Amy's hand, "But do me a favor and please stop showing Amy my baby pictures, Mom, okay?"

"Awww, I think that you were a little sweetie," Amy giggled, making me blush, "Almost as cute as you are now."

"Come on, and take a ride into town with me," I chuckled, "I want to show you off to my old friends."

"Is that right?" Amy knowingly smiled, "Will I meet any of any of your old girl friends tonight?"

"Not likely," I said, "I never had any, or don't you remember what I told you earlier this week?"

"I'm sorry, baby," Amy sweetly replied, "But I'll bet we can still make some of your buddies envious. What do you think?"

"I think you're probably right," I laughed, smiling at Mom, "See, I told you she was smart, didn't I, Mom?"

"Yes, you did," Mom teased, smacking me on the butt, "Now get your cocky little ass out of here, boy," as Dad laughed in the other room.

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Because the legal drinking age in the Texas was eighteen at that particular time (I turned 18 right before I started college), and the fact that it was Saturday night, I decided to take Amy to a local place called, "The Armadillo" if for anything, just to have a beer and dance a little bit.

We'd not been there for more than ten minutes when an old friend of mine from high school, Mark Locke, stopped where we were sitting, and smiling widely said, "Mike Masterson, how the hell are you doing, buddy, and why aren't you in Houston? Aren't you going to college at the U of H?"

"Yeah," I grinned, standing up to shake his hand, "I wanted to bring my girlfriend down here to meet Mom and Dad."

"Wow," he said, looking at Amy, "She gorgeous, bro; aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Sure," I chuckled, "Mark Locke, this is my girlfriend, Amy Ross; Amy, this is an old buddy of mine that I basically grew up with, Mark Locke."

"Hi, Mark," Amy cordially smiled, "It's nice to meet you."

"Holy shit," Mark chuckled, "It's really nice to meet you, Amy." Then he turned to me, and while good naturedly teasing me, said, "Damn, bro, she's beautiful, what the hell is she doing with the likes of your ass?"

"Because she has good taste, asshole," I laughed, pulling one of the two extra chairs out from the table, "Just like I do so; sit down and let me buy you a beer."

However, before Mark could take his seat, an old nemesis of mine, Perry Harang, one of the guys whose ass I'd kicked when we were fifth graders, brought his drunken ass to our table and immediately began to start talking shit. 

"Masterson," he slurred, looking at Amy, "What're you doing with a woman that looks this fine sitting at your fucking table, dickhead?"

"You're drunk," I firmly told him, "And I'm only going to tell you once to get the hell out of here now; do you hear me?"

Paying me no attention, he went to take Amy's hand and said, "Come on, baby, I'll show you what it's like to be with a real man."

"Fuck off," she replied; rising from her seat and coming around the table to stand next to me, "I can't stand a redneck, much less a drunk redneck."

"Is that right," he laughed, "Well, you've got a smart mouth, bitch."

"Alright, that's it," I growled, "Get out of here before I kick your ass...again."

"Fuck off," Perry hissed, withdrawing a switchblade knife, "I'll cut your dick off, and then when I'm done, I'm gonna fuck this little cunt until she screams, you little motherfucker," and then he lunged toward me.

I had him disarmed in a matter of two seconds, but not before he cut the top of my right forearm as I deflected his parry with the knife. Of course it only cut the sleeve of my shirt, but I was angry now, and because of not only what he tried to do to me, but especially because of what he'd said to my precious Amy, I quickly bent his arm backwards at the elbow, breaking it and making him scream like a little bitch in the process.

The club owner, Tommy Alexander, who just happened to be good friends with my parents, saw the whole thing and was on his way to my table to throw Perry Harang's stupid, drunk ass out of the club, but couldn't get there before Harang pulled the knife, making me break his arm for it.

"I wanna file assault charges against this piece of shit, Tommy," Perry wailed, when Tommy arrived at our table, "He viciously attacked me for no reason."

"You're full of shit, Perry Harang," Tommy laughed, "I saw the whole thing, you dumb ass, but I'll tell what I'm gonna do."

""What's that?" Harang asked, still crying, "What're you gonna do?"

"I called the Sheriff's Department, and they're on their way here right now, "Tommy kept laughing, "And when they get here, I'm filing charges against you for not only bringing a weapon into my club, but I'm also going to press charges against you for being drunk and disorderly, as well as attempted assault with a deadly weapon so; how do you like that, you stupid ass?"

"They won't stick," Harang began to laugh, "My father's a lawyer and he'll get me out of it."

"Not this time, Mamma's boy," Tommy laughed, "You're still on probation for the last stunt you pulled in here, or have you forgotten?"

"Fuck you," Harang growled, then looked at me and said, "This ain't over with, Masterson. You' better start growing eyes in the back of your fucking head, motherfucker."

And once again, making sure that he understood me in no uncertain terms, I leaned down so that only he could hear me, and plainly told him, "The next time you come around me, they' re going to take you away in a fucking body bag so; you'd damn well better leave me alone, This is your last warning...asshole."

Then I stood up and took Amy's hand and said, "I don't know, sweetheart, but I've had about all the fun I can stand for one night; how about you?"

"Me, too," she softly replied, kissing me on the lips, "Would you take me away from here, baby?" 

"Come with me, beautiful" I smiled, as we walked out to the parking lot.

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"What the hell was his problem?" Amy asked, as we made our way across the parking lot to my truck, "Jeez, what an asshole."

Suddenly I heard a female voice behind us yell, MICHAEL MASTERSON, WAIT A MINUTE BEFORE YOU LEAVE...PLEASE?

I turned around to see who it was that was calling my name, and lo and behold if it wasn't one of the three girls whom I'd had a date with when I was a senior in high school.

Her name was Renee Sanderson, and while I'd always thought she was a very pretty girl, she, too, had treated me like a pariah back then, just because I didn't look a certain way. However, once I met my beautiful Amy, I laughed, knowing that none of them could, nor would ever be able to hold a candle to her.

"Hello, Renee," I pleasantly said, once she'd caught up to Amy and I, "What can I do for you?"

It was apparent that she didn't know that Amy and I were together, because you could tell by the look on her face that she might've had other plans. However, when she saw that Amy and I were holding hands, she looked at me and sadly said, "I guess you two are together, huh?"

"That's right," Amy almost jealously barked, "What do you want?"

"I was wondering if I could have a few moments to talk with Michael alone," Renee hopefully asked, "I mean, if it's alright with you."

"Michael and I are together now," Amy politely said, but the venom in her voice was still noticeably present, "Besides, he told me how shitty all of you bitches treated him when he went to high school here; and like I've already said, we're together now so; no, it's not alright with me for you to talk to him alone...right now, or ever, for that matter."

Renee began to say something, but Amy stood on her toes planting a very hot kiss on my lips, and then cutting her off in mid sentence, looked back at Renee and said, "If you'll excuse us, we're going back home to make love," and then took my hand and led us away, but not before looking back at Renee, quietly telling her, "Oh, and by the way, Michael has ten inches of the fattest, most beautiful cock that you'll never see," laughing as she turned back around as we quickly made our way to my truck; and Renee turned around to go back inside.

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"Damn, Amy," I chuckled, driving back to Mom and Dad's house, "That was kind of mean, don't you think?"

"Not at all," she bluntly replied, and then began to quietly sniffle, "I almost lost you once, Michael; and I will not allow it to happen again...okay, baby."

"I love you," I softly told her, "I love you with all my heart, baby."

"You better," she began to giggle, "Or I'll kick your ass."

"Oh, and one more thing," I teased, "I hope you're not too disappointed, but I don't have a ten inch cock."

"Good Lord, I hope not," she groaned, "You'd kill me if you did," making me laugh.

We rode in silence for a few minutes longer, until she began to squirm in her seat, letting me know that something was on her mind. I knew what it was, but I wanted her to think that she was not that easy to be able to read so; I simply asked her, "I can tell something's bothering you, Amy, so; tell me, what it is, baby?"

"Well, um, I uh, I was... I was wondering about something now that it's been mentioned;" she uneasily replied, but then just blurted it out and asked, "How big is your cock when it's hard?"

"It's just a little over eight inches long," I quietly replied, "And almost three and a half inches around."

"HOLY SHIT," she said, then suddenly catching herself, "I mean, um, well, that's nice baby," and then scooted up next to me, closely riding beside me in silence as she turned the radio on to cover the nervous discomfort I knew that she was feeling. I said nothing and simply placed my arm around her to reassure her that everything was alright as we drove the rest of the way home in companionable silence.

Still though, I could tell that she was thinking about it the whole way home, and I knew that she was worried, but then again, I also knew that everything would be just fine, and that God would find a way for us to be able to make love with no fear, and very little, if any, pain, or discomfort for Amy when the time came.

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My parents were asleep when we got back to the house, but Mom, God love her, had left a note on the kitchen counter indicating that there were two covered plates in the refrigerator which only required reheating in the microwave in the event that we might be hungry.




A Dream Come True



We lived in the Midlands UK and my ex wife who at this time was 36, she was your average looking redhead, not particularly pretty but different, nice figure almost seductive look with her dark very narrow eyes and deep husky voice she came across as what I suppose you would call a temptress and even though she was not particularly confident when at parties or events men would hover around her like bees round an honey pot. She was prudish on the surface but underneath not so prudish. I think if I knew then what I know now things would have been different but that came down to my naivety. She was brought up in a middle class family and seemed very respectable and interested in living your average everyday life of a Mother and housewife something of which she did very well. I think to describe her sexually would be that she had sex because she thought it to be her duty, we talked about her with other men during sex but on reaching her climax the subject became taboo, when under the influence of alcohol she would become aroused very easily and I would be guaranteed sex she would flirt with other men and enjoyed the attention, her confidence would rise but saying that she would drink very little unless we were going out dancing or some similar activity and then she would drink whatever was put in front of her.

We had a friend he was about 27 who we had known for a few years and who always fancied her, he always flirted with her he was a bit of a clown and I could not help but laugh even though I knew he fancied her like hell but never said anything it was more of a fantasy the thought of him and her, she would cut his hair on a monthly basis when he would spend most his time making her laugh or flirting. He was average looking guy who had just finished in a long term relationship.

This night which was a Saturday night we were going out with friends to a club, disco I suppose you could call it then, my sister and her husband were there and some friends of ours whose husband also fancied her, she really did have this aura that attracted men. My wife had been up since 4:15am because she was at work she started at 5am she finished at 11am and went shopping, so no sleep in the afternoon something she would not have done anyway. She decided to wear a white button up blouse and knee length black skirt basically her normal attire for going out, so she wore a white bra and black knickers with black high heels but no tights she was only 5ft 4in tall so looked good in heels and her breast were 34B our friend left his car at our house and came in the taxi with us. She danced the night away the guys in our group were doing their usual, feeding her drinks like there was no tomorrow she always drunk lager and blackcurrant or southern comfort and she had no idea what she was drinking by the end of the night. She seemed ok well she was a bit high to say the least but conscious until we got her outside, the fresh air hit her and she went out like a candle in the wind, we had to wait for a few moments for the taxi. We got home getting her into the house was a challenge but we managed after a few difficulties, we put her on the sofa sitting her up lying back against the back, head drooping forward she was well gone. Her black skirt had raised showing off her black panties which had see through lace panels on the sides and the front which showed off her red pubic hair, obviously to his delight and he said that he now knew what she wore underneath. I was quite a way down the line as far as alcohol goes so didn't care and just left her like it.

The next challenge was to get her to bed we got her upstairs she tried to assist but it was 1:30am and after a 4:15 start in the morning combined with excessive drink I think her energy levels were suffering. We manoeuvred her into the bedroom laying her on the bed I suggested we pick her up again and take her to the bathroom which we did, at this stage I am sure it was becoming a dream come true for him for me a difficult part of the night something I didn't want. We stood her in front of the toilet basin I asked him to hold her up I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down I helped him lower her down onto the basin at this stage I think he was expecting to have to leave the room, but I asked him to hold her while I went and pulled the covers back on the bed on my return she was conscious he said she had finished which was a relief so I removed her shoes and her panties which were moist I presume from wetting herself at some time. We escorted her back to the bed holding her up on either side she sat on the edge drifting in and out of consciousness, she looked at us reached out and felt his crotch she opened her eyes looked up I presumed she knew what she was doing. I had that feeling of this is pretty damned erotic not quite right but it's horny feeling which you go extremely hot sweaty and nervous and your heart pounds away. I then said to him I am going for a pee and to make a drink and said just throw her clothes on the floor and have fun, he looked at me with surprise, but then he did have that look of lust about him.

I walked out of the room and left him I went into the toilet and hesitated because even though I had this fantasy of her going with another guy I never really wanted to watch but just wanted to have a peak to see what was happening so I waited to let things progress. I approached the bedroom door which I had partially closed I could see she was naked and so was he and he was half on the bed she was on her back and he was leaning over her fondling her breasts. I crept downstairs and put the kettle on I heard nothing for a short while then heard movement which became a regular sound I was presuming he had actually got up her, I hastily made my way upstairs and kept a distance from the door I could see he was between her legs her knees were raised and she had one hand holding onto the brass bedstead he was thrusting away, up until then it was one of the horniest thing I had ever seen, she looked coherent and responding. I went back downstairs and waited feeling excited and quite worked up. It quietened down for about maybe 3 could be 7 minutes time is difficult to judge in those scenarios then I heard a more intense bumping and what sounded like a flurry of activity I presumed it was over with I heard some movement but I guessed he was getting dressed. I sat on the sofa and then heard him coming down the stairs, he appeared at the door look flustered fully clothed he looked at me shook his head in disbelief and said that it was fantastic. I said that I would wait to see if she said anything and if not I would wait and see what developed; he said she was awake for most of it. He put his shoes on I offered for him to stay but he said he would go home it would not take him long to walk his car was parked on the roadside outside.

I switched everything off and proceeded upstairs I entered the room she was face down head on one side one knee was pushed up the other leg was straighter; her hand was resting on the pillow fingers still touching the bedstead. I now understood the silence then the flurry he had obviously taken her on all fours which is her favourite position and after he had finished she must have just collapsed where she was. I was about to cover her over but could resist in looking and there was quite a wet patch underneath her which was leakage, and on pulling her inner thigh and cheek apart revealed what looked like a very well used messy vaginal opening.

I covered her over and that was it she got up several times during the night to go to the toilet and did not rise until late morning and that was because we had to fetch the children. When we got I was nervous and waited for her to ask what happened but nothing was said and until this day never has been, I don't know if she knew it was him or not I believe she did know. I noticed she had a bite on the inside of her left breast. 

I must say that it was probably the most erotic experience of my life I have seen and experienced more extreme encounters and been involved with quite a few threesomes but the fact that it was so personal and there were feeling involved it gave it that edge.



A Dream Come True



After the funeral of my mothers partner, she experienced what can only be described as a 'shit storm' of financial issues. She had no money for rent so she lost her house, she would have lost her job too if she wasn't so good at what she does.

Without anywhere else to turn I offered her to come and stay with me.

A few days later we had her things packed and moved them into my flat. Unfortunately however, I only lived in a one bedroom flat, so being a gentleman I offered her the bedroom while I would take the sofa.

"Would you mind staying with me for a while? I don't want to be alone" she sobbed as we unpacked her clothes.

"Of course mum. If you need anything at all you just let me know, okay?" I replied as I hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you darling. I love you" she replied without moving from our embrace.

"I love you too, mum"

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We settled into a routine over the next few weeks. She would leave for work in the morning while I, being unemployed, stayed at home and kept the house clean. I would have dinner on the table for her arrival, then the rest of the evening was spent in front of the TV talking about our days and the TV shows we usually watch.

When it came to bed time we would usually go up together. Ever since mum moved in she hated to be alone, so we would cuddle and talk until we fell asleep.

It was all perfectly innocent to us, however my mother was oblivious to the deep incest fantasies that filled my head every day since I was a teenager.

I may have had these thoughts in my head but I would never act on them, atleast that is what I kept telling myself.

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One night mum was taking a bath so I decided to run upstairs to grab my phone off the charger in my bedroom.

"Oh sorry mum I thought you was in the bath still, I just came to get my phone" I said quickly in shock.

Mum was sitting on the bed with a towel around her waist, her breasts hanging freely while she was brushing her hair.

Now I am not going to lie, mums breasts were not "perfect" or "huge", they were what I imagine would be average for a woman in her 50's. A little bit of sag but still very erotic and beautiful.

"No problem dear, go ahead and grab your phone. I will be down soon" she replied, not bothered that I had a full view of her chest.

I tried to move but I couldn't. All I could do was stare. It was obvious that I was turned on due to the bulge in the front of my shorts.

"Mum... er.. errrm" I stuttered trying to find words.

"Oh don't be silly. They are just old womans boobs. Past their sell by date." she replied. But she was serious? She actually thought of herself like that?

I walked over to the bed and sat down in front of her and took her hands in mine.

"You are a beauiful woman. You have the body of a woman half your age and the breasts of a goddess"

I was staring into her eyes so she knew I was only talking about her.

"Oh shut up, you have to say stuff like that. I am your mother" she said back to me.

I know exactly how stubborn mum can be, afterall I got my stubbornness from her.

So I decided instead of trying to convince her with words, I would show her.

I took her tub of cocoa butter, removed the lid and took a small handful. I held her hand with my left hand and applied the butter all up her arm, slowly massaging it into the skin. Making her not only smell great but feel great too.

Mum looked a bit confused at why I was doing this but she didn't complain. She shifted back onto the bed and laid down on her front.

I continued to work the butter all over her back, around her shoulders and her neck, I even managed to get a bit on her side boobs as I worked my way around her ribs.

"Can I remove the towel mum, I'd like to do your legs next" I asked her feeling confident.

What mum didn't know is while she was at work, over the past few months I had been taking massage classes and it was time to put what I had learnt to the test.

"Okay honey. Pass it to me though my hair is getting the pillows wet" she replied.

I grabbed another handful of cocoa butter and began working it into her waist. Taking my time to apply pressure firmly and evenly all over her body.

Next up was her ass. I decided to play innocent to see her reaction. I applied a little bit of cocoa butter to her ass and rubbed it in quicker than the rest of her body, then moved down to her legs.

She made a little grunt, which I smiled at. I guess she was disappointed that I didn't spend longer on her ass.

Instead of working down her legs I decided to skip down to her feet and work my way up again. Normally I would have massaged her feet and kissed/sucked her toes but I decided not to let her in on all my little secrets... just yet.

I worked out all her tension in her lower legs which I can tell she loved because she was making a low moaning sound into the pillow. Next up was her thighs, my heart beat sped up, my breathing got faster. I was getting closer and closer to her pussy.

She spread her legs ever so slightly but I didn't respond. I finished up working on her ass and I stood up to adjust my shorts.

"Do you want your front done too mum?" I asked her with a smile on my face.

"Can do, if its not too much trouble" she replied.

As she rolled over I could have sworn there was a little wet patch where her pussy was. That made me smile.

Mum could clearly see the bulge in my shorts so she must know this isn't all innocent. I took her wanting to carry on this massage as a good sign.

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Mum laid on her back now, naked and in all her glory. Her tits sagging slightly to her sides, nipples stiff and pointing outwards. Her pubic hair remaining untrimmed and dark brown.

She was so natural. It truly was a beautiful sight.

I dropped a dollop of cocoa butter on her chest just above her breasts and started massaging it in. Around her neck again and down her stomach, completely avoiding her breasts for now.

Once her whole top half was covered I moved up to her tits. I had to fight off the urge to bend down and nibble on those nipples. They were the sexiest little things I had ever laid my eyes on.

Mum moaned openly as I rubbed and squeezed her nipples and then groaned as I stopped to move down her body.

With both her legs laid out straight I lifted her right leg up so that her foot was still on the bed, but her knee was pointing up. I massaged around her calf at first and eventually moved up to her thigh. Getting as close to her pussy as I could.

I then did the same with her other leg. It was at this point I decided to take my chances and go for it.

With both her knee's pointing upwards I put one hand on each knee and spread her legs apart.

For a few minutes I massaged her inner thighs before getting to her outer vagina. I used my thumbs to apply pressure to her lips and then took my finger to press on her clit. It was hot, very hot! And oh so wet.

I easily slipped my finger into her pussy, oh the heat was incredible. Mum was moaning now and wiggling her ass ever so softly.

"Oh baby what are you doing to me" she moaned in the most sexy way imaginable.

"Sshhh, lay back and relax while your baby takes care of you" I said with such confidence.

I moved my head down and started slowly licking around her pussy. Probing my tongue in ever so gently and slowly. I wanted to enjoy this moment forever.

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*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I jumped at the loud beeping coming from my alarm clock. My sudden jolt forcing my stiff morning erection into my mums back.

I silently cursed to myself for being awoken from that dream.

I leaned over to mum, gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her it was time to get ready for work.

*sigh* I wonder if I should tell mum about my dreams...




A Dream Come True



All comments and feedback welcome. 

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Lucy looked at the bed, the outfit laid out on it. Could she do this? Was it crossing a line? It was her turn but she still wasn't sure. Finally she shook herself out of her reverie and picked up the skirt, getting dressed at last.

Dan waited downstairs, nervously awaiting her decision. He'd done what she asked, sleeping with her in the office, the whole time he'd spent on edge wondering if they'd get caught. It was exciting and it meant when she asked what he wanted in return he had a chance to suggest this. Would she think it was too weird? The door to the lounge opened and Lucy was standing there, wearing exactly what he'd asked. 

"Wow!" he said, staring hungrily at her.

"I think you mean get to class!" she replied, with a nervous giggle. 

Lucy had pulled on her old college uniform, grey skirt, white shirt, blue blazer, white socks. She stood looking at herself in the mirror for a moment before picking up the pint of water he'd left for her. She drank it quickly, wondering once more if this was a good idea. She could hear him downstairs, flicking through the TV channels and walked slowly down the stairs.

In the doorway, Lucy pressed her knees together, wiggling her legs slightly. "I need the toilet first sir. Can I go?" 

Dan stood up, a smile forming on his face just as he felt his cock stiffening in his trousers. "No time for that. Take a seat Lucy."

"Yes sir."

Lucy sat down at the computer desk in the corner, swivelling the chair round to face her husband. "I really need to go sir. Please, I'll only be a minute." As she spoke she let her legs open and close, flashing her white panties for just a second each time. 

"Get on with your work Lucy."

Lucy turned back to face the desk. Despite her desire to pee she felt herself getting more and more turned on. Without glancing behind her to see what Dan was doing, she slowly moved her hand up her skirt, gently stroking her clit through her panties. 

"Are you cheating?" Dan snapped, making her jump as he had quietly come to stand behind her. "Turn and face me now!"

His heart was racing as he was finally getting to live out the fantasy he'd dreamt about for such a long time. "What are you doing?"

"I was touching myself sir."

"Well don't let me stop you." 

Lucy pretended to look shocked. "But sir, surely that's not allowed."

Dan smiled. "Just do it."

Lucy lifted her bottom off the seat and peeled down her panties, trying to ignore the ever growing desperation. With one hand she pulled the lips of her pussy apart as with the other one she began to gently stroke up and down, gathering up wetness and rubbing it into her clit. Dan stared at her as she leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes as she concentrated on the sensations spreading round her body. 

Dan began to undress. "That's very good Lucy," he said as he lowered his zipper and pulled out his now rigid cock. He held it in his hand as he moved forward, stroking it gently as he watched her. With some effort he pointed it down towards her, whispering to himself. "Come on, come on."

With a sigh he began to pee, it splashed over Lucy's white shirt, making it stick to her skin. She opened her eyes in shock, not expecting this. 

"What the hell?" she snapped.

Dan couldn't stop now, he had to finish. After a few more seconds, the urine stopped flowed and he stood proudly looking at her. 

"Sir, what did you just do?"

"Enough," he replied. "I've got to have you."

He grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him. The two kissed as Lucy pushed Dan's arms down to his sides, holding them in place.

"We shouldn't be doing this sir," she whispered as she allowed his cock to rub between the cheeks of her bottom. She lifted herself slightly and guided it up her pussy, sinking onto it and moaning loudly. Dan pressed against her stomach with his hands, feeling the wetness of her shirt as she rode him gently. 

"I'm going to pee," she said. "Are you ready sir?"

There was a pause as she stared still, raised up so just the tip of his cock was inside her and then she let go of her bladder. A gush of piss splashed out, running over his cock, soaking his balls, his thighs, his stomach. 

As she peed she began to slowly ride him again, letting his cock move in and out of her even as his hand began to toy with her clit, hot pee trickling over his fingers. It was all too much for Lucy and with a quiet gasp, she came. Her orgasm made her pussy tense up and she stared into Dan's eyes as the contractions gripped his cock inside her. She froze for a few moments before beginning to lift her hips again, faster now, wanting his cum inside her. 

Dan began thrusting his hips, knowing he was close. He grabbed Lucy's bottom with both hands and gently toyed with her anus, brushing his finger round her hole as he rammed himself up her one last time. With a cry of satisfaction he came, spunk shooting up and filling her pussy. 

Lucy jumped off him then, moving to suck the last of the cum from the end of his cock, licking his shaft and tasting her own wetness and her pee along its length. She stood up then and looked down at him.

"That was very naughty sir," she said, pulling on her panties. 

Dan looked up at her. "I can't believe you peed on me. I love you so much. Thank you."

Lucy lowered herself onto his chest and leaned down to kiss him. "Quite all right sir, but I may need some more lessons in learning to control my bladder if you'd like to teach me."

The End