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Krista

By: Just Plain Bob



I had fantasies about it. I'd see her tied up on a bed while I beat her with a whip. I imagined sitting on a float at the lake and pushing her head underwater and holding it there every time she tried to climb out of the water. I pictured her being tied up and being tossed into a cage full of pit bulls that hadn't been fed in a week. If it was gruesome enough and painful enough I would imagine it happening to her. Who was it that brought out all this anger? None other than my older, overbearing and absolutely hateful sister.

Krista had decided early on that her mission in life was to torment me. From taking my toys away from me and breaking them when we were young, to ratting me out to our parents when I was older, to interfering with my love life (or more to the point - preventing me from having one) Krista went out of her way to cause me pain and grief. There was the time she told my parents that I had copies of Playboy in my room and that I looked at the pictures and masturbated. I came home one night, missing my curfew by ten minutes, and the next morning Krista said to my mom and dad, "Did you know that Bobby came home two hours late last night?" 

But the worst thing that she did, the absolute worst as far as I was concerned, was to spread the rumor that I had a teeny tiny dick. Granted, I wasn't all that well endowed, but from what I saw in the locker room my six and a half inches put me well within the norm. But the damage was done and when I'd ask a girl out I'd get a response like, "Sorry little one, I already have a date tonight" and then there would be a snicker or two as I walked away. Life was not easy for me being the kid brother of Krista.

Then Krista got married and I was finally the only kid in the house and I expected that things would get better for me. Wrong! She called my parents two months after she had moved out and told them that she had heard from a very reliable source that I had gotten drunk at a kegger, had thrown up all over the place and then had gone outside and passed out on the lawn. All lies - well almost all - I had been at the kegger and I had drunk some beer, but none of the rest of it was true. I resigned myself to the fact that Krista was going to be the bane of my existence until the day one of the two of us died.

I should have known better. I should have expected Krista would somehow find out and blab to my parents, but with her not living at home any more I tended to forget about her. That was a major mistake on my part because her husband was out of town that weekend leaving her at loose ends. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I had six of my buddies over to play cards. There was beer of course and we were about three hours into having a great time when I heard, "Mom and dad are going to love hearing about this." I looked up from my cards to see Krista standing there smirking at me. I don't know for sure what caused it, probably years of being subjected to shit from her combined with three hours of beer drinking, but whatever it was that smirk on her face touched it off. At any other time it probably wouldn't have happened, but my buddies had been drinking beer for the same three hours that I had and they were just loose enough to go with the flow.

I threw my hand down, got up from the table and walked over and put my arm around Krista. That I would even do such a thing surprised her and kept her off guard long enough for me to get between her and the door. "Guys, this is my sister Krista and a better piece of ass this town has never seen. Have any of you guys fucked a married woman?" Krista was struggling now, trying to pull away from me, and I laughed. "Krista is one sick little slut. Her kick is domination. She likes to pretend that she's being forced, but her new husband doesn't like to play her sick little games so she asked me to set up this card party for her. Come on guys, give her the fuck that she wants."

The guys jumped up from the table crying, "Oh yeah" and "All right." Krista was fighting hard to get away from me and she almost did, but the guys got there before she could and with the hands of seven guys on her she didn't have a chance. "Remember guys, her fighting and protesting is just an act. You don't have to be gentle, but no marks or bruises on her. She doesn't want her brand new hubby to know what a slut she really is so don't do anything to mark her."

I led the guys up the stairs to my bedroom and they carried Krista up, kicking and screaming all the way, and dumped her on my bed. "Hold her down while I undress her. Can't let hubby see torn clothes." I pulled her high heels off and then had a thought. 

"Any of you guys want her to keep her heels on? She looks really slutty naked except for heels." 

A couple of the guys said, "Hell yes" and when I had Krista stripped I put her heels back on. 

"I prefer to fuck her with her nylons on, but they would get too messed up tonight and hubby would notice. When I had her naked I stepped back and said, "Feast your eyes on that guys, the hottest cunt in town."

One of the guys said, "You fuck your own sister? No shit?"

"How else would I know how hot she is. Somebody pull her legs apart and stuff a cock in her cunt."

The entire time this was going on Krista was fighting to get away and calling me every name in the book and a few that hadn't yet been put in the book. I laughed and wadded up her panties and stuffed them in her mouth. I looked down at her and saw the hatred in her eyes and I smiled at her and took one of her nipples and squeezed it until I saw tears come into her eyes. 

"Okay, who wants to be first?" 

Danny was already between her legs and he started shoving his cock into her and I saw her display discomfort. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Payback was a long time coming sweetie and I'm going to see to it that it is a pure assed bitch." I turned to the guys, "Who wants her mouth?" Al stepped forward and I said, "Just hold her head and fuck her face. She likes it that way, it makes her feel used and that's part of her sick turn on. One last thing - I get her ass first. Go on and have fun while I go down and get us some more beers."

On the way downstairs I thought about how bad I had just fucked up. I'd gotten just a little too carried away and it had gone way farther than I should have let it, but what was done was done and it was too late to worry about it now. My parents would disown me and that would cause some emotional pain, but the pain wouldn't last long because Krista's husband was going to kill me. Well, as long as I was going to die I might as well enjoy my last few days. I took beers back up to the guys and when I got back to the bedroom Danny had finished and Bernie was fucking Krista. Al was still fucking her face and I stood, sipped my beer and watched. Bernie came and Mike was the next to bury the bone. 

"Hey Al," I called out, "You close to cumming yet?"

"Any minute now. Why, you going to be next?"

"No, but I want to make a position change."

I went across the hall to my parent's bedroom and got the tube of KY Jelly that I knew they kept there. I went back to my bedroom, stripped and then waited. Al announced that he was cumming and I told him to push it in deep and make her swallow every drop and I watched Krista's throat as she did her best to keep from choking on Al's load. As soon as Al was out of her mouth Krista started in again on calling us all names and Al stuffed her panties back in her mouth. I told Dave and Steve to hold her down and then I told Mike to get off of her and lie down on his back. Then I had Dave and Steve pick her up and set her down on Mike's cock. "Pull her down to you Mike, that will elevate her ass for me." I put some KY on my fingers and began to work on her asshole. I wasn't trying to make it easier for her, but I did want to be able to ram my cock in her ass with making me feel any discomfort. 

After a minute I had her greased enough to suit me and I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "This shouldn't hurt at all sweetie. Remember, you're the one who told every one that I had a teeny tiny dick and a teeny tiny dick sure couldn't be any bigger than the turds you push out every day, right?" She turned her head and looked at me and I could see the pleading in her eyes. "No mercy here sweetie, I've got too many years of being fucked over by you to make up for."

I put a dab of KY on my cock, lined it up with her brown eye and pushed. Even through her panties I heard the moan and even as it came out I knew she loved it. And it pissed me off because I thought I was going to cause her some pain and get even with her. Nothing to do for it now but press on and I laughed, "God does she ever love this. She screams at me to never stop. Her dumb ass husband doesn't know what he is missing." I held Krista's hips and fucked her as hard as I could while Mike pushed up from underneath. Having our cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane was a little unnerving at first, but I quickly got used to it. Krista was making all kinds of racket so I said, "Take the panties out of her mouth and feed her some cock. Dave pulled the panties out and shoved his cock in and grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her face. 

Krista's ass was so tight and felt so good that I wanted to stay there all night, but the guys were yelling at me to hurry up so they could have some. I started ramming my cock into Krista's butt hole and I heard her squealing around Dave's cock as I busted my nut in her. I got out of the way and Steve took my place. I went to the bathroom and washed my dick and then went back and watched for another ten minutes or so before getting bored. I left Krista and her six stallions and went down stairs to turn on the computer and surf the Net.

About an hour later I heard shouting from upstairs and I went up to see what was going on. When I walked into the room Krista was on her back, legs up on Bernie's shoulders and she had her nails dug into his ass cheeks. He was fucking her as hard and as fast as he could and Krista was yelling at him, "Make me cum you bastard, make me cum." The rest of the guys were stamping their feet and hollering, "Go Bernie, go" and "do it Bernie, do it." Bernie moaned, "I can't hold it, I can't stop it, I'm going to cum" and Krista cried, "Not yet damn you, not yet." Then Bernie came and Krista was crying, "God damn you, god damn you" and then Bernie was out of the way and Mike immediately took his place and rammed his cock into her. Krista's legs locked around him and as he started pounding into her she was crying, "That's it, that's it, make me cum, fuck me hard and make me cum."

Al walked over to me; "You sure weren't shitting when you said she was the hottest piece of ass in town. How long you been fucking her?"

"For years Al, for years."

"You dog you. Pussy as great as that and you been hogging it all to yourself. Some buddy you are."

Mike got Krista off and then he came and made way for Al and I went back down stairs shaking my head at the way things had turned out. My sister the slut - who would have thunk it.

I got back on the Net, but all the noise from upstairs kept intruding on me so I logged off and went back up. I sat down in the corner of the room and watched as buddy after buddy poured the cock to Krista while she moaned, groaned, and hollered at them to fuck her hard and make her cum. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see that the boys had been fucking Krista for almost four hours. The guys were beginning to run out of gas and a couple of them were starting to get dressed. Krista noticed, "No, not yet, I'm not ready yet. Stay a little longer. Please guys, don't leave me now." Mike laughed, "Maybe next time honey. I didn't know we were going to do this tonight and I didn't take my vitamins."

"Come on you guys. You got me going, you can't just leave me now."

"Sorry honey, you just flat wore us out."

By then they were all dressed and Dave looked over at me and said, "Thanks dude. I just wish you would have done it sooner."

When Dave said that to me Krista looked over at me as if seeing me for the first time. Her eyes were hard and her voice angry when she said, "Get your fucking clothes off and get your ass over here. You started this and now you have to finish it."

I just sat there and looked at her.

"God damn it, get over here. Don't leave me hanging like this."

"Fuck you Krista. I did this to you to get even with you for all the shit you've put me through over the years. If you are over there hurting right now that just adds to my revenge."

"Please Bobby, please, I'm begging you. The last guy had me right on the edge of my orgasm when he stopped. Help me Bobby, please help me. I'll do anything that you want, just help me cum."

I'm not made of iron and my cock was stiffer than hell after watching my buds work her over, but the thought of helping her went against the grain. I saw the pleading in her eyes and I had a thought. What if I could get my revenge spread out over the coming weeks?

"You'll do anything that I want?"

"Anything Bobby, anything, just help me."

"I don't know Krista. Why should I trust you now?"

"God damn it Bobby, what do you want me to do?"

"Okay, there is a way to do this" and I got up and got the cassette recorder that I use for taking notes in class and I came back. "Here is what I'm going to do. I'm going to tell you what I want you to say and then you repeat it into the tape recorder." I told her and I saw the hatred flare up on her face again and I shrugged my shoulders, "Your choice Krista. I'll do what you want, but only if you do what I want." I saw the defeat in her eyes and I turned on the tape recorder.

"What is it you want me to do Krista?"

"I want you to come over here and fuck me Bobby. If you will do that for me I will fuck as many of your friends as you want me too once a week for the next month."

"The next month has five weeks in it. You realize that, right?" 

"I don't care Bobby, just get over here and fuck me."

I left the room just long enough to hide the tape and then I went back into my bedroom and stripped. I walked over to the bed and Krista reached up and grabbed me and pulled me down to her. "Put it in, god damn it, put it in and fuck me."

I can't say that I put it in; I can't even say that I slid it in. What I did was fall in, at least that is what it felt like. It felt like I had put my cock into a bag of warm pudding - it felt great! This was the first time I had ever followed somebody else into a pussy and I loved it. Krista didn't know it yet, but I was going to be the last one to fuck her from now on. Krista saw the expression on my face, "What's the matter? You too good to soak your cock in the mess you caused to be put there?"

"Fuck no, it feels great. I just wish I'd have done it sooner."

"Oh yeah? See how you like this" and she grabbed my head and pulled me down and kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and she twirled it around and then broke the kiss. "Like that? Like tasting your buddies?"

I don't know what kind of answer she expected, but I was through being pushed around by Krista. "Doesn't matter if I like it or not, the thing here is that you loved taking their cocks in your mouth and sucking the cum out of them. You might not admit it to yourself Krista, but you are a fucking gangbang slut. You loved every cock that got pushed into you tonight and I know that you can't wait for it to happen again next week."

Krista moaned and her legs came up and locked behind me as she pushed her cunt up to meet my cock as it drove into her. "You bastard, you sick bastard. You don't even care that you're fucking your own sister, do you?"

"I'm the sick one? Who was it that told me to get my fucking clothes off and to get my ass over here? You aren't my sister. You are just a cum filled whore who can't get enough cock. All I am is the guy who is going to see to it that you get it. You are nothing more than a married slut with a hot cunt and I'm going to see to it that it stays full from now on."

"Oh god, fuck me, fuck me hard. Make me cum lover, make me cum."

Lover? Where the hell did that come from? The sister that has hated me forever calling me lover? I felt her nails bite into my ass and I felt the four inch heels on her shoes digging into the back of my legs as she screamed in my ear, "That's it lover, that's it, almost, almost there, almost, oh yesssssssssss" and she had her orgasm. I wasn't even close and I kept pounding away at her pussy and she began yelling, "Oh yes, oh god yes, oh yes lover, do me, do me, make me cum, make meeeeeeeeee" and she had another one and this time I came with her. But to my surprise and Krista's delight my cock didn't go soft. It started to, but after Krista's final climax she pulled my head down and started kissing me and as our tongues dueled I felt my cock stop going soft and go the other way. Krista felt it too and she started pushing her pussy up at me and I got harder and harder and then we were fucking again.

I woke up the next morning with Krista wrapped around me and her hand on my cock. When I tried to move she woke up and her hand closed tight on my cock. As it grew she slid down, took it in her mouth and sucked me off. When I'd cum she slid back up and cuddled next to me and her hand played with my limp cock while she said, "What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are we going to do until tonight?"

"What's tonight?"

"Have you forgotten all ready? I'm a married slut with a hot cunt and you said you were going to see to it that it stayed filled from now on. So, what are we going to do while we wait for whoever it is that you are going to call to get here?"

My cock was getting hard again so I rolled over and mounted her. "Will this do for the time being?" 

Krista looked up at me, "You certainly are a naughty young man, but yes, I think that this will do, that will do nicely."

Krista



How I got tangled up with Krista is a good question. Tall, young, slender, sexy, dark auburn hair down to her wide shoulders, a narrow waist, one of the best-looking asses I've ever seen. Take your pick, as they are all good answers. Together, they make up one hell of a package. A package very few men could resist, even if they wanted to. I know I couldn't.

I met her at a small Italian restaurant down by the beach. She was dinning alone and so was I. The place was packed and the young woman seating customers asked if I minded her joining me. One look and I didn't mind a damn thing. Krista's dark sultry looks went straight to my heart and head. Both heads as a matter of fact.

She wore a dark green knit dress that clung to her curves in all the right places. It cupped and displayed her full breasts and round ass to perfection. Dark hose highlighted more than hid her shapely legs and the four-inch heels added both to her height and the shapely curve of her calves. All in all, she was gorgeous.

Her face was a little long to be beautiful but her wide sensuous mouth, chiseled aristocratic nose, and dark eyes added an air of mystery and brooding that was both sexy and a challenge to all who looked at her.

"I don't mean to intrude." She said as we sat down.

"No intrusion at all, I welcome the company. Having to dine alone is sad but something I do a lot these days." I told her.

"Someone was supposed to meet me but it seems they have stood me up."

"I find that hard to believe. That someone would stand a lovely lady like you up, that is. He must be a fool or crazy."

She smiled and nodded. "Thank you. No, he's neither of those, just a deadbeat dad that won't pay his child support."

"I'm sorry to hear that. How many children do you have?"

She grinned and shook her head. "None. I've never been married. I'm the lawyer for the wife. He won't talk to her so I invited him to dinner to discuss it with me. I guess I'll let the courts take care of it now, since he isn't here."

"A professional blood sucker." I replied, grinning back at her.

"My family is originally from Transylvania, so...." She replied with a soft laugh and then she asked, "Why do you dine alone a lot?"

"My wife past away a few years ago and I find dating to be a real pain for the most part. I was painfully shy around women when I met my wife twenty-five years ago and I guess that hasn't changed much but mostly it's finding a woman who's not a total head case."

"I understand believe me." She replied. "Finding a good man isn't easy either. All the good ones are married, gay, or wimps. Then there are the players and the want to be players those are the worst. They usually have a good wife at home and still want to chase anything in a skirt."

"I know the type. I work around some of the worse ones. My partner is a good example, he has a fine wife and lovely children, but he has two young girlfriends on the side. One of these days he's going to end up alone or dead if his wife figures it out."

"I represent women in that position all the time." Krista replied, a sad frown on her face. 

To change the subject, I asked, "What do you do for fun?"

She grinned and replied, "I hurt people." 

I cocked my head to the side and gave her a questioning look. She laughed as the waitress arrived to take our order.

When the waitress left, I asked, "How is hurting people fun and for that matter, different from your normal job."

She smiled and replied, "One is for money, and the other is for pleasure. Some people like a little pain with their pleasure and there's always a little pain with great pleasure."

"Uh huh." I said softly. I wasn't sure what to make of this. Was she pulling my leg or serious.

"Don't dismiss what you don't understand or know anything about." She said softly but with a challenging overtone.

"Oh, I understand it somewhat but pain has never been my thing. I like pleasure with my pleasure, if you don't mind."

"Are you sure about that?" She asked with a smile that was both warm and chilling at the same time. "That works for most people but then there are the ones that need something extra, the ones that are jaded by normal sex and or the ones who just like pain. They are the ones that I find interesting and pleasurable."

Our order arrived and halted conversation for a while.

*****

After the meal, over a last glass of wine, Krista asked, "What are you doing Friday night? I just moved into my new house and I have some friends coming over for a house warming. Would you like to come?"

"Thank you for the invitation but you don't need an old man like me dragging your party down."

"Most of my friends are older than me; I enjoy the company of older people. They are more intelligent and far more cultured than people are my own age. Please come, I think you will enjoy it and meet some good people. You might even find a lady or two that aren't head cases. Well, not head cases in a bad way, anyway." She ended with a soft chuckle.

I thought about it for a second and then agreed to come to her party. She gave me the address and stood up to leave. "Dress is casual to say the least and there will be entertainment. A kind of entertainment the likes of which you've never seen." She said with a grin before she turned and walked away.

I wondered what she meant by that as I stood up and reached for my check. It wasn't on the table and neither was hers. I hurried to catch her but she was already gone.

*****

I arrived at her house at the beach around eight. It was an old house built on a rise just above the sandy shoreline. The high tide mark was nearly to the well-manicured grass. I parked in the circular drive, off to the side. My pickup truck looked out of place among the exotic sports cars, limousines, and fancy luxury cars. 

Looking at the cars, I wondered if she had been pulling my leg with the leisure dress comment. I had worn new levies, my good cowboy boots, and a western cut jacket, which is leisurely for me. I decided to leave the hat in the truck. 

Feeling more than a little out of place, I walked up the sidewalk and rang the bell. I'm not sure what I expected but when Krista opened the door, I nearly dropped my teeth. She wore a black satin and lace corset, a black garter belt, sheer black stockings and black five-inch spiked heels. 

My eyes darted from her face, to her well-displayed breasts, to the narrow strip of dark hair above her bare shaven sex, and then settled on the small leather cat of nine tails in her hand. I had planned on saying hello, my mouth was open, but nothing was coming out.

She grinned at me and stepped to the side. "Come on in and join the fun. We got started a little early since it's a special occasion in more ways than one." 

My mind and body were stuck in neutral and I couldn't find the clutch. Krista laughed and took my arm, pulling me inside. Once I was out of the way, she shut the door and locked it. "You're the last guest to arrive so now the fun can really begin."

Krista had been a surprise but the tall slender naked redhead standing next to the sweeping stairs at the end of the entrance hall was a shock. The only thing she had on was a black leather collar around her neck with a thin gold leash attached to it. Her breasts were small and upturned at the ends. Her hips were narrow, almost boyish but a shockingly red vee of hair on her mound and the smoothly shaven pussy lips between her thighs screamed out that she was all female. Her eyes were on the floor and her hands were behind her back.

Krista caught the direction of my eyes, turned, and walked toward the set of double doors leading off to the right. "Why don't you follow me?" She said softly, a thin, hard smile on her face. "And bring my pet along, will you." She indicated the girl. "You seem to find her most interesting."

My mind was in a whirl to say the least. Her last words held a note of amusement and for some reason they snapped me out of my brain freeze. I started to turn around and leave but curiosity had a firm grip on me. What the hell was going on around here; kept screaming through my brain.

I walked over to the girl and indicated for her to follow Krista but she shyly held up the leash to me. With a mental shrug, I took it and followed Krista into the next room, leading the naked girl. 

There were ten people in the room, five couples. Two couples were sitting on a couch near the fireplace and two other couples were sitting on another couch about ten feet away facing them. Between them was a young couple. He was sitting in a chair and she was lying on her stomach on a low narrow table, her head off the edge and over his lap.

Krista introduced me to the people on the couches and then to the young couple. The young couple didn't rise or speak. They were both tied in place and had rubber balls in their mouths. They were both naked. Things were getting odder by the minute. The four couples were fully dressed but relaxed and at ease, as though the couple in the middle was an everyday occurrence.

"If you'll take a seat," Krista said indication a large overstuffed chair near the fireplace, "We can begin."

I sat in the chair and was surprised when the redheaded girl sat down in my lap and cuddled up to me. 

"It seems my pet likes you." Krista said. "If she gets to be a pest just swat her on the butt and she'll go away."

The girl grinned and shook her head. 

"Swatting her on the nose might be a better idea." One of the guests said with a laugh. "I've swatted her on the ass and all that did was to make her want more."

"Yes, that is a problem with some pets." Krista said to the man as she looked at the girl in my lap. "But I can make this one regret being bad in more ways than one." The girl dropped her eyes and squirmed on my lap. "You play nice. Mr. Green is new and doesn't know how to handle a pet, as they should be handled, but he'll learn rather quickly from me, if you don't." Krista said softly with an edge of iron in her voice. The girl nodded quickly.

Looking at me, Krista said, "She likes to be stroked and petted so feel free to do so. Just think of her as a large hairless pussycat. She even purrs if you stroke her right."

"I'll just bet she does." I said softly.

Krista chuckled and turned to the other guests and the couple in the middle. My eyes were on her gorgeous ass when a young girl dressed in just a French maid's apron approached me and asked what I would like to drink. I ordered a bourbon and water. The little maid's ass was unbelievable as she swayed it on the way to the bar. With all the distractions, I missed part of what Krista was saying.

I asked the pet what I had missed. She leaned over close to my ear and whispered, "That's Mark and Lisa in the middle. They've been married for four years and he's complaining that she doesn't give him enough blowjobs or take enough interest in sex. She's saying that blowjobs don't do anything for her and that he doesn't take enough time to make her cum more than once. He says that it takes her forever to cum a second time and he wears himself out trying."

"Who are they and how did they get here?" I asked her in a whisper.

"They are friends of friends. They have a problem and asked the mistress if she could or would help them try and solve it." The girl whispered in my ear. Then she licked my ear and nibbled on it for a second before she added, "I like the way your hand is stroking my back but you need to put the other one to use as well. I like being petted in public; people watching while you do it does make me purr, among other things."

My left hand had been stroking her back slowly and I hadn't realized it until she said something. I brought my other hand up and cupped her left breast with it. It only took a second or two for her nipple to get rock hard. I felt funny sitting there completely clothed with a naked woman on my lap in a room full of strangers. The fact that my dick was trapped painfully in the leg of my jeans under the girl's warm ass wasn't help things one bit.

The girl squirmed and then shifted slightly. Now I could feel the heat from her sex pressed against the side of my shaft. As I gave her breast a gentle squeeze, she arched her back and made a soft purring sound in her throat. She was quite distracting to say the least but I found that I liked being able to make her purr. It was a sort of power trip.

"We're going to try a little experiment with these two." Krista was saying as she slipped the ball out of the Lisa's mouth. Lisa tried to say something but Krista quickly pushed her head down and over Marks semi hard dick. Mark squirmed his hips but couldn't move much. Krista brought some straps up and used them to hold Lisa's head tightly in place.

Krista released Lisa's head and walked to the foot of the table. The end leaf where Lisa's legs were tied split apart as Krista pulled on them. She spread Lisa's legs until the leaves clicked and locked. She then turned and pulled a machine over between Lisa's wide spread legs. 

When she pulled the cloth off of it, I could see an electric motor section with two arms about three feet long sticking out, one above the other. It took me a moment to realize that there was a dildo attached to the end of each arm. 

"Now we're going to attack the other end.... I mean other half of the problem." She said with a wicked grin as she lubed up the dildos. 

She moved the machine closer, until the head of the lower dildo touched Lisa's pussy. Lisa wiggled from side to side for a moment but that just allowed the dildo to slip inside. When it did, she froze. Krista moved the machine slowly forward driving the dildo deeper. Lisa made a muffled noise around Mark's dick, which made Mark moan loudly. 

The dildo on the top rod was smaller than the lower one and Lisa's noises grew louder as it touched her asshole. She tried to pull her hips away but couldn't move far. Krista eased the machine forward. When Lisa relaxed the small imitation dick pressed tighter against her nether opening. Lisa squired around trying to get away from the intruder but just succeeded in driving both dildos deeper into her sex and ass. 

Lisa shook her head and made a loud muffled sound. Mark groaned again. I could see that Marks dick was now rock hard and probably wedged in the back of Lisa's throat. 

Krista locked a brake on the machines wheels and went to loosen the straps holding Lisa's head. She only loosened them enough for Lisa to breathe but not far enough so that she could get Mark's dick out of her mouth. 

"Relax; you're going to really enjoy this in a few minutes." Krista whispered as she stroked Lisa's hair. Lisa struggled harder for a moment and then seemed to give it up.

Krista walked back to the machine and inspected the way the dildos were seated. She unlocked the brake and eased the machine forward a few inches. Lisa moaned loudly and flexed her hips. The dildos went in a little more before Krista locked the wheels again.

"Now we'll see if you can cum with a dick in your mouth." Krista said with a sadistic smile.

Turning to the machine, Krista adjusted a knob and then threw a switch. The two arms moved very slowly back and forth, pushing in on one dildo as it pulled on the other. Lisa tried to yell around Mark's dick but all that did was to make Mark stiffen up and groan loudly around the ball still in his mouth.

Krista picked up a remote control and walked up to stand by Lisa's shoulder. She showed Lisa the remote and whispered, "This little knob controls how fast, and hard you are fucked and it won't stop until I flip this little switch." She paused and clicked the knob up one notch. The speed of the dildos increased. Lisa's hips jerked and she yelled again. 

After a few moments, Krista whispered, "Now suck his dick and do a good job of it. The quicker he cums the sooner I turn this off. Every two minutes that he doesn't cum, I'm turning this knob another click. So it's up to you now."

Lisa didn't move. She seemed frozen except for a slight movement in her hips from the dildos working in and out.

I had been watching what was going on intensely. The redhead moaning and whimpering made me look at her. She was biting her lip as her fingers worked slowly between her legs. Her eyes were tightly closed. The heat from her sex was like a red-hot branding iron against my manhood. 

I pulled her hand away from her sex. Her fingertips were slick and shiny looking. Her eyes flew open as I stuffed them into my mouth and sucked on them. Her flavor was sweet and natural. She moaned loudly and wiggled around on my lap. 

When I was satisfied that they were clean, I took her fingers out of my mouth and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You're not to do that. Even I know that much." She whimpered softly and nodded her head sharply. "I can do that but you can't, right." She nodded again.

I dropped my hand to her lap and rubbed the tops of her thighs. As my fingers moved between her thighs and traced up and down along the smooth sensitive skin, her legs spread slowly. When there was room, I used a fingertip to trace the outline of her sex. She shivered and spread her legs a little more.

"What got you so turned on?" I asked the pet in a whisper as my fingertip slipped between the folds of her sex and traced the length of her satiny slit.

She whimpered and flexed her hips as she replied, "It's that machine. Mistress used it on me once while I ate her pussy and I nearly came my brains out. It fucks both holes at whatever speed she sets it at and it doesn't stop. Ever so often, it squirts some lube out of the heads of the dildos to keep things slick. It feels like a man is cumming in both holes and just adds to the pleasure. I thought I was going to die."

I stopped my fingertip at the top of her slit and rolled her hard clit around under it. She moaned loudly and pressed herself tighter to my finger. "She only used it on you one time? Why is that?" I asked now using my fingertip to circle her clit.

She whimpered softly and flexed her hips. When she didn't answer, I stopped moving my finger and brought it up to my lips to suck on it. Her eyes had been closed but now she opened them and watched me suck on the finger. 

She moaned softly and whispered, "I had never eaten a pussy before and refused to try it. Mistress tied me down, hooked me up to the machine, and let it fuck me until I was beyond caring. Then she sat down on the table in front of me and shoved her pussy in my face. I went crazy, licking, sucking, and tonguing her until she came a half dozen times. I must have cum a hundred times."

My finger returned to teasing her clit.

A loud noise from Lisa drew my attention back to the pair in the middle of the room. The machine was fucking her faster and her hips were rocking as much as the straps holding her in place would allow. From the looks and sounds of it, she was cumming big time. For the first time her head started to move as she sucked on Mark's dick. 

Mark yelled around the ball in his mouth as his hips shook. A moment later, globs of his white milky cum appeared sliding down to the base of his shaft. 

Krista, true to her word, shut off the machine. "Now, you two can rest before we go on to the second part of our experiment." 

Looking around at the people on the sofas and me, she smiled and asked, "Well, what do think so far?"

One of the women on the left sofa giggled and asked, "When can I try that damn machine, its incredible looking."

"Later dear, late." Krista replied with a grin.

I hadn't paid much attention to the people on the sofas until now. Most of the men had their dicks out and the women had their shirts either off or unbuttoned. One woman was completely naked sitting on the floor between her husband's legs and from the looks of things had sucked him off as they watched the show. 




Krista



"We're going to take a ten minute break and let Mark and Lisa catch their breath, so feel free to check them out if you like. We may need a volunteer to take Mark's place if he doesn't feel like he's up to a second blowjob." Krista said with a grin as both Lisa and Mark made loud sounds of protest. "Maria, will be around to refresh drinks, so drink up and enjoy."

Krista walked over to me and smiled as she reached down, pulled my hand out from between her pet's legs, and licked my fingers. She sucked on my index finger for a second and then asked, "Has she been a pest?"

"Not in the least." I replied. "She was naughty once, but I put a stop to that."

"Oh! She must have been playing with herself without permission, unless I miss my guess." Krista said as she looked at the pet sharply. When I nodded she added, "Well, I can't blame her to much. It's a damn sexy show and I have neglected her as of late. Maybe you should sit her on your dick for the second half and see how she likes that."

The pet had been clinging to me as though she expected to be punished for her indiscretion but at Krista's suggestion, she perked up and looked up at her mistress through her eyelashes. 

Krista stroked her hair for a second and then said, "Most everyone will be undressed for this second half but it's not mandatory, nothing around here is. People do as they like and to whom as long as it's agreeable to both parties. Pet here; loves to show off and be shown off, so sitting her on your dick, facing the show would be the way to go. That way everyone can see your dick in her, her spread pussy and it'll allow you to play with her breasts, so everyone can see."

The pet squirmed in my lap and the heat of her sex went up a notch. I halfway expected the leg of my jeans to ignite at any second. As it was, I expected to be branded for life. "She likes that idea but I've never.... Uh.... Had sex in public, well, not like this anyway, where people were watching. In a semi public place yes but never anything like this." I said a bit flustered.

"It was only a suggestion." Krista said with a smile. "I remember what you said about being the shy type, so I arranged for pet to give you something to keep your hands occupied and a bit of cover. There is one thing though; she can't cum until you do, just for your information."

She stroked the pet's hair once more and then leaned down and kissed her on the lips. When she straightened up, she winked at us and said, "Have fun." Then she turned and walked away.

Maria came by and handed me a fresh drink. I asked pet if she wanted something to drink. Her reply made me grin and Maria to laugh. 

"I sure do but you still have your pants on." She said in a sultry voice and then licked her lips. Her tongue was long and narrow and she looked so sexy as she stuck it out and wiggled it at Maria.

Maria laughed and wiggled her finger at the pet. "You behave; mistress will have both our ass's if you don't. Anyway, that tongue of yours is way too dangerous for me. It liked to have killed me the last time I let you near me."

"Spoilsport." The pet said in a teasing voice as Maria walked away. Maria grinned at her over her shoulder and swayed her ass even more than normal. "Tease." Pet called out.

"This must be a fun place to live." I said to no one in particular.

"Yes it is. I've been with mistress for four years and her pet for three and there is never a dull moment believe me."

"How did you two meet?" I asked making conversation.

"She hired me to be her secretary when I dropped out of law school. I was one of the ones that burned out early and it was just pure luck that I found a job in the field I love. Mistress isn't easy to work for but she's a whole lot easier than law school was."

"Uh huh." I said and shifted my position in the chair. 

"Am I getting to heavy?" Pet asked.

"No, it's that last drink. It seems to have gone straight through. I need to make a short pause for the cause as they say."

"Come on, I'll show you were the bathroom is." She told me as she stood up. "I could use a chance to freshen up myself."

Both of the downstairs baths were occupied so we went upstairs and found one available. I expected the pet to go to her room or another bathroom but she followed me as I went into this one. She went over to a cabinet and got out a washcloth. She wet it at the sink and then looked around at me. "Don't mind me; I'm a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist. I even like water sports from time to time." She said grinning at me.

I looked at her for a second and then went to the commode to pee. She watched me as I watched her. She turned towards me and lifted her foot up to the edge of the vanity. With her sex exposed completely to me, she took her time rubbing herself with the warm wet rag. She paused once to rinse out the rag and then went back to cleaning up.

When I had finished, I put my dick away and made sure it was in a much more comfortable position than it had been in earlier. Pet got a pouty look on her face and said, "Now I won't have a big old lump to rub on when I get back in your lap."

"It was about to break in that position. That is if you didn't fry it first." I said with a grin.

"It was all your fault. You had me so wound up and hot, caressing and petting me so nicely. I nearly came twice but I remembered what my orders were and held back, just barely."

"If I had known you couldn't cum first, I would have behaved myself." I told her. 

"But that wouldn't have been any fun. People who aren't subs or pets don't understand most of the time. The control is a big part of the game for both mistress and me. Anyway, holding back will only make me cum harder when I'm finally allowed to get off." 

That made sense to me. I grinned as I walked over to the pet and knelt down in front of her. She started to put her leg down but I stopped her with my hand on her thigh. "Let me check and see if you got clean enough." I said as I leaned in and ran my tongue over her outer lips and then up over her mound, to trace the vee of red hair there.

Her hands found my head and she whimpered softly. When the tip of my tongue parted the folds of her sex and teased the slick satiny depths of her slit, she arched her back and pressed her sex tighter to my mouth. I found her clit and circled it a few times. She groaned loudly and then made a sound of frustration as I stood up.

"Clean as a whistle." I said with a grin.

She groaned softly and put her foot on the floor. I took a hold on the leash, passed it over her shoulder and then down her back to the crack of her ass. I passed the chain between her legs and pulled it tight. I watched as it slipped between her ass cheeks and up between the parted lips of her sex. Holding the very end of the leash high, I led her out into the hall and then downstairs to the living room. 

I paused in front of my chair and moved my hand back and forth. The chain was flicking across her clit as I did. She made a whimpering sound and closed her eyes. 

Krista came into the room and smiled as she saw what I was doing. "Are we teasing or punishing?" She asked me. 

"A little of both." I replied. "She showed me to the bathroom but didn't ask for permission to come in or to clean herself up. I thought she was being either over familiar or taking advantage of my ignorance so I gave her a few licks and then led her back this way. I figured that chain would work itself into some good places, especially coming down the stairs. It also flicks her clit so nicely when I do my hand like this." Pet whimpered softly as I moved my hand back and forth rapidly several times.

"You seem to be finding you place here rather quickly." Krista said with a smile. "I took you for the dominant type when we met at the restaurant. I'm glad to see that I wasn't wrong."

She caressed the pet's breast for a moment and then pinched her nipple. Pet sucked in a sharp breath and then moaned softly. "You seem to be in good hands but remember he is my guest and has all the same privileges that I do. He also will be shown the same respect that you show me. Is that understood?"

Pet nodded vigorously and moaned again as her mistress pinched the nipple again. "Good, now mind you manners. I trained you better than that. In showing him disrespect, you disrespect me and you know what happens if you do that." She nodded again just as hard as before but her eyes were on the floor. 

"That's a good little pet." Krista whispered as she released the nipple with her fingers and then leaned over to first lick and then to suck on it. The pet moaned softly and then whimpered as I moved my wrist from side to side. 

When Krista was finished, I said, "Sitting on my dick does sound like a good idea." I had looked around the room as I had come in and she had been right about everyone being naked or mostly so.

"Let her sit astraddle of it to start, otherwise you will cum way to early. She is as hot and tight as anyone I have ever seen and loves a big bone to chew on, from either end." Krista said with a grin as she turned to walk toward the center of the room.  

I stepped behind the chair, slipped off my boots and socks, and then stepped out of my jeans. I laid the jeans and my jacket over the chair back and then unbuttoned my shirt but kept it on. I saw pet eyeing me as I undressed and flicked the leash hard one-way and then hard back. She gasped loudly and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes dropping instantly to the floor.

"Better." I whispered to her as I led her around to the front of the chair and sat down. I pushed my hard dick down between my thighs and held it there by pressing my thighs together. I indicated for her to turn around and take a seat on my lap. She turned and I pulled the leash out from between her legs and the crack of her ass. She backed up and sat astraddle my thighs, her legs spread wide by mine. 

"You are on full display now. Everyone can look at your pretty little pussy anytime they might want to. Are you all wet from being teased and punished by mistress and me?" I asked her sharply. She nodded and squirmed a little. My fingertips brushed over her outer lips and she whimpered softly. "Should I show them how wet you are or should I tease you some more? All these people can watch my fingers as they play with your sweet little pussy and tease your hard clit. That should just make you dripping wet."

Krista asked for our attention. "Mark wants to stay where he is and doesn't want a volunteer, I'm sorry to tell you gentlemen who asked earlier. Whether or not he can cum again isn't really the question, anyway. The question is how fast Lisa can cum a second time or even a third." She said running her hand up and down Lisa's back in long gentle strokes. "Lisa wants to have multiple orgasms but finds it hard to do and Mark can't keep going long enough to get her there." She picked up the remote for the machine and grinned as she went on. "Well, this baby doesn't get tired; it keeps on going and going and going...."

She held the remote out in front of Lisa and flicked the switch to on. The machine was back to its lowest setting and as the dildos started to move slowly, Lisa took a gasping breath around Mark's dick. The speed might have been the same but now the stroke was longer, the base of both dildos touching her ass cheeks and pussy lips on the in stroke and the smooth area below the head showing on the out. She was getting full six to seven inch strokes.

"Let's make sure everything is nice and slick." Krista said as she pressed another button. From the way Lisa gasp again and wiggled, I assume the machine had given her a squirt of lube through the dildos. The pet moaned softly in my lap and wiggled her ass from side to side.

"Are you remembering how that felt moving inside you and how the lube felt as it shot into you're ass and pussy?" I whispered into her ear.

She nodded sharply and then moaned as I lowered my finger that had been resting in her slit and pressed it to her opening. It slipped in easily as she moaned again and wiggled from side to side.

"You are so wet." I whispered. "I'll bet that my dick would slide in all the way in one go. Oh yes, you would love that wouldn't you? A big hard dick sliding all the way up in your tight little pussy, stretching the walls, and making you feel so full."

She nodded, and then gave a jerk as I removed my hand; spread my thighs, and my dick popped up to slap against her pussy lips.

Krista increased the speed a notch and Lisa gave out with a muffled moan. I noticed that she was sucking, almost like nursing on Mark's dick. Mark was hard again and was moaning softly to himself.

The pet was whimpering softly and then leaned back against my chest and asked in a whisper, "Can I move, please?"

I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts as I replied, "Yes you can. Let everyone see how hot you are as you hump against my shaft." I gave her breasts a squeeze and then rolled the hard nipples between my fingers. She groaned loudly as she lifted her hips and rubbed her slit along the top of my shaft. She felt hot and very wet where she moved against me. Soon I was sliding easily between her pussy lips.

I looked around the room and found that we weren't the only ones in this position or the one opposite to it. The same woman was on the floor with her husband's dick buried in her mouth. She was moaning softly as she sucked on him and from the two fingers, she had buried in her pussy. 

Krista looked over at us and winked. I winked back and rolled pet's nipples again. She groaned and shivered, her hips moving a little faster. Krista grinned and moved over to kneel in front of us. I couldn't see past pet so I was surprised when a hot mouth engulfed the head of my dick. Now it was my turn to moan softly. Krista swirled her tongue around the head and then popped me out of her mouth.

"Up." Krista said to pet and pet pushed herself up with her hands on my thighs. Krista held my manhood by the base and rubbed the spongy head around and over pet's hot opening. After a second or two, she centered the head in pet's opening and said, "Sit"  

Pet did, sliding down over my shaft almost all the way in one movement. Both of us moaned loudly. Pet from being filled and me from her excruciating heat and tightness. 

Pet's hips started to jerk and Krista whispered loudly, "Don't you dare cum!" Pet made an odd moaning, groaning sound deep in her chest and sat still. Her insides were churning around me and I was on the edge of cumming myself.

I felt an odd tickling sensation on my nuts and then fingers gave me a gentle squeeze. I moaned loudly and went off like a roman candle. Pet lifted her hips at the first jet of semen and then dropped down to grind her ass against my hips. Suddenly, a hot wash ran along my shaft as her orgasm exploded out from our union. We were both cumming and cumming hard. Her hot pussy was trying to crush me one second and suck me in entirely the next. I was lost in the feelings of her and my own orgasm.

When I came back to my senses and the world once more meant something, pet was leaning back against my chest, a deep purr coming from her throat. I was still planted deep in her pulsing pussy, my shaft only semi hard. Krista was back over by the table urging Lisa on to another orgasm. From the words that Krista was using, I say it was a third or maybe even a fourth. There was cum around the base of Mark's shaft again so he had gotten off at least once more.

The rest of the room looked like an orgy as couples were fucking and sucking everywhere, on the couches, on the floor, even standing up. One woman was bent over the back of the couch, sucking the guy kneeling in the seat and getting fucked by another guy from behind. I found the odd woman out under the table licking Lisa's clit one minute and Krista's the next. 

I'm not sure what setting the machine was on but it was truly giving Lisa a ramming. Her hips were flexing up and back and she was shaking her head from side to side as far as the straps would allow. Then her head would stop shaking and she would suck the hell out of Mark's limp dick. Mark would struggle for a second and then moan loudly.

I grinned as I wondered if he was having multiple orgasms also or at least trying too. Pet's little pussy was a warm velvety throbbing tightness around my whole shaft that wouldn't allow it to go down. I had some idea of how Mark felt, as her pussy would clamp down ever so often and milk at my shaft. 

My hands were still on her breasts and I rolled her nipples the next time her pussy squeezed me. As I did, her pussy clamped down and held me tightly, a soft whimpering moan replacing the purr. It became a game to see if I could time the roll of her nipples with the squeeze of her pussy.

My dick was slowly growing back to its full size as her hips slowly rocked to the feelings from her nipples and pussy. 

Lisa was jerking and trying to yell around Mark's dick almost continuously by now. Mark would give a twitch from time to time but was quiet. The rest of the people in the room were sprawled out or back sitting on the couches. Krista looked around and then turned the little switch kicking the machine up to its highest speed. Lisa gave a jerk and made a long drawn out moaning sound before she went suddenly limp. Krista grinned and switched the machine off.

Pet was now sitting up and rocking back and forth on my lap. My dick moved a little each way as she did. The head was so sensitive that just this much movement was enough to make me groan softly. It was almost painful but it felt so damned good. I now saw what Krista had meant about pain and great pleasure going hand in hand.

Krista walked over and stood in front of us. With a grin, she squatted down out of my sight. Pet gave a jerk and moaned loudly, so I assumed she was teasing pet's clit. I could feel Krista's chin brush my balls from time to time. Pet began to rock harder and faster. 

It wasn't long before there was a flood along my shaft and pet's hips went into a frenzy of motion as she came and came hard. She was once again trying to crush me one moment and suck me in the next. I saw Krista's face over pet's shoulder; it was slick around her mouth and nose. She winked at me.

Pet slowly relaxed and then leaned back against me with a big sigh of contentment. The deep purring began a few seconds later.

Krista sat down straddling my knees, kissed Pet softly on the lips for a moment, and then asked, "Did you leave anything for me?"

Pet nodded and sighed again.

"Then get your lazy ass up and trade places with me. I need a hard dick and a talented tongue about now. I'm the only one who hasn't cum their brains out around here." Krista said with a grin.

Pet sighed and struggled to stand up. Krista helped her. When pet came up off my dick, it was like pulling the cork on a bottle. She whimpered loudly and then gave a big shiver as I came free.

"You're going to love this one Mistress." She whispered as she moved out of the way.

Krista looked down at my manhood and smiled. "Nice, very nice and all slick and juicy I see. I think you loved it too."

"Oh yes." Pet replied. "May I clean it up a little for you?"

Krista turned around and sat down straddling my thighs in the same way that pet had done, my dick sticking out in front of her. Hands pushed my knees apart and I felt a hot silky mouth on the head of my manhood and groaned softly as Pet's long tongue did magical things along the shaft and around the head.

"Don't you dare make him cum." Krista said with an air of authority. "I want that to happen deep in my pussy." 

Krista lifted her hips and put her hand on my shaft. "Let go!" She said and the mouth disappeared. She lifted my shaft and rubbed the head up and down her slit. I felt a tongue on my balls and then around the base of my shaft. I groaned deeply and put my hands on Krista's hips.




Krista



The groan almost became a yell as Krista literally dropped herself over me. Krista was as hot, tight, and wet as pet had been. Her ass touched my hips and then she lifted up until just the head was still inside. Then she sat down hard again. She repeated this a half dozen times and exploded around me, a sudden gush along my shaft and over my balls announcing her orgasm. I could feel the muscles of her stomach jerking and twitching.

Krista sat silent and still but her insides were rolling and grabbing at me a mile a minute. I could feel pet's chin on my balls and her tongue working around the base of my shaft again. The tongue disappeared and Krista made a soft sound deep in her throat as her hips made short choppy movements back and forth. Pet was attacking her clit, keeping the orgasm rolling.

I reached up, cupped Krista's breasts, and pinched her long hard nipples. She groaned loudly and moved her hips harder and faster, the heat, and wetness of her pussy going up a notch. The way her muscles were working me over was wonderfully painful. I couldn't believe it but all of a sudden, I was cumming and cumming hard. I'm an old man and we're not supposed to do things like this. 

This orgasm was just as strong if not stronger than the first. I heard myself moan and then groan from somewhere far away, as Krista's orgasm kicked up another notch, her sex milking me for all she was worth. I just relaxed and went with the flow, literally.

Krista slowly relaxed back against me as her orgasm subsided. She was breathing heavily and her sex was still quivering and grabbing at my semi hard manhood. Her arm moved and she whispered breathily, "Enough, quit!"

I felt pet's head resting on my thigh. "Yes, mistress." I heard in reply and then a deep sigh of contentment.

I released Krista's breasts and lowered my hands to her thighs. I felt pet's hair and caressed it. I was totally drained and like pet's sigh, I was totally content.

Krista blew out a soft breath and sat up with a groan. "Are you sure he came before you did?" She asked pet. I felt pet's head nod against my thigh. "Damn, I thought I was sitting on a fountain." 

Pet nodded again and whispered, "There's going to be one hell of a mess when you get up."

"I'm not sure if I can get up." Krista whispered back. "I see now why you had so much trouble."

I heard pet giggle and her head disappeared from my leg. "I'll help you." I heard her say and then she stood up. I watched her look around and then she grinned as she whispered, "I think the three of us became part of the show." She shivered and shifted her weight from foot to foot. "My little pussy is a swamp and I'm wet to my knees."

"I'll be in the same shape when I stand up, believe me. Now help me up, I need to check on Lisa and Mark."

Pet helped Krista to her feet and my poor dick was pulled from her pussy like a cork from a bottle. I could see the mixture of our juices running down the insides of her thighs. My lap was a mess.

Krista noticed this and grinned as she said, "We'll have to clean that up when the show is over." Then she winked and went over to stand by the table that Lisa was strapped down on. 

She removed the straps from Lisa's head but her head remained where it was with Mark's dick in her mouth. Krista caressed Lisa's hair and said, "I think you like that in your mouth." Lisa sucked on the dick, then raised her head, and lowered it in a long slow movement. Mark moaned and shivered. 

"I wouldn't be surprised if you get more blowjobs than you want from now on." Krista told Mark as she removed the ball from his mouth.

Mark took a deep breath and blew it out noisily. "I'm about to die right now." He said as his hips jerked.

Lisa lifted her head and released his dick, which was semi hard. "Don't worry dear, I won't kill you, but I'll guarantee you'll lose some weight." She said and then sucked his dick back in her mouth. After a moment, she released him again and added, "We're going shopping for some toys also." Then she was sucking on him again.

Mark moaned loudly and shook his head.

Krista moved to the machine, unlocked the brake, and rolled it back. Lisa groaned and sucked Mark harder as the dildos came free. 

Mark jerked and moaned, "Oh God, not again!" 

I don't know if he came or not as there wasn't any cum at the base of his shaft. I did see Lisa's throat moving as if she was swallowing. Shortly there after, she lifted her head, licked her lips, and grinned at him. "Yes, again and again and again." She whispered huskily.

Pet went to help Krista un-strap Mark and Lisa. People were now up and milling around, talking and joking. One guy told Mark, "If the blowjobs get too much for you, just let us know, there are several volunteers to help you out."

"I'll keep that in mind." Mark replied as he stood up on shaky legs. 

"The hell you will." Lisa said. "You wanted blowjobs and you're going to take them like a man or else. You're going to be eating a lot more pussy too."

Everyone laughed as pet helped Lisa off the table. Lisa stood there on trembling legs for a second and then sat back down on the table. "I'm going to be walking funny for a week." She whispered with a groan.

"I know I did." Pet whispered back.

Lisa looked at her sharply and asked, "You've had that damned thing used on you?" 

Pet grinned and nodded. "Don't you just love it?"

Lisa's eyes got wide and then she grinned and nodded sheepishly. "Actually I do. I wonder how much one costs."

"Mistress had this one specially built by a friend." Pet said. "I'm not sure that you could actually go to a store and buy one."

"You can," Krista said, walking up behind pet. "But they are very expensive and hard to find."

"You can say that again." The woman who had asked about trying the machine out earlier said. "I've been looking for one for ages and can't find one for love or money."

"I'll give you the name of my friend that built this one but don't be surprised at the price. It probably won't have anything to do with love or money." Krista said with a chuckle.

"Oh, my kind of people." The woman said as she left to find her husband.

Krista grinned and turned to pet. "Why don't you take Lisa and Mark upstairs and show them the master bath. They could use a shower and a soak in the hot tub."

"Yes, mistress." Pet replied.

"Oh and pet, please don't get cleaned up yourself. Mr. Green and I plan on doing that as soon as the guests are gone."

"Yes, mistress." Pet purred with a big grin, looking my way for a second. "Does that mean I get to clean the two of you up also?"

"Is there any other way?" Krista replied grinning over at me.

*****

Linda or pet as she is normally called is now my wife. She is still Krista's and my pet, which means she never dresses unless we are going out and then she normally just wears a coat, or a dress with buttons all the way up the front. That way we can show her off as little or as much as we want. She is never without her collar, although I have been indulgent and bought her several different ones to go with different moods and situations.

Krista has a new pet, Lloyd, a young man in his early twenties. I have had the pleasure of helping Krista with his training. It's very interesting, the differences between male and female pets. I personally prefer the females but I can understand and see why Krista might want a male pet. He's hung like a small pony and can eat pussy for hours. 

I've had to discipline Linda a couple of times for showing to much interest. The same can be said of Lloyd. Maybe after Lloyd's training is done we'll turn them loose together and see what happens. Until then, we will play one against the other. It makes for a more enjoyable training period for Krista and me.

*****

I have to say that there have been some major changes in my life since that night in the restaurant when I met Krista. I have learned things about myself and people in general that I never even suspected. I have found a woman that I can love and a power that I never knew before. I am now master of my own life and the lives of several others. There is no greater feeling. 



Krista and her Master



It was Friday and had been a very long week for Krista. Krista is a teacher and works with kids and other teachers. This week was particularly hectic with classes, training other teachers, and many meetings. So many things going on that she was unable to make her daily workouts or even attend to herself. She was looking forward to the weekend and being able to forget about work. Of course the weekend wasn't going to be a do nothing weekend. Every weekend Krista went to a secluded home outside the city. At this home Krista got to explore a side of her that no one at work ever saw, her submissive side. All day long she was telling others what to do and being a sub gave her the chance to reverse that and trust someone else to know what's best for her.

She was looking at the clock waiting for the final bell to ring. She knew that when she arrived at her destination that there was going to be some punishment because she had not met all he obligations to her master. 

The first was to pleasure herself once per day and it had to be done in a specific manner. She had to bring herself to the brink or orgasm then stop for a few minutes. During the break she had to pleasure her ass with a toy. Her ass needed to be trained to be available whenever her master desired. Then she was to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and take another break. During the break she had to continue training her ass. The third time she focused on her pussy then she was permitted to orgasm. She could pleasure herself more than once per day, but always had to get permission from her master first. She requested permission often, but not this week.

The bell rang and the students filed out. As the last one left Krista let out a sigh of relief. She made sure everyone was out and no one was hanging around she closed the door and headed back to the desk. She didn't sit all the way down. She took one last look around then hiked up her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. She noticed they were soaked thanks to her desire for the weekend to begin. She stepped out of them and quickly put them in her purse. Her master required that she wore no panties when travelling to and from his home.

Krista tidied the desk and left the class room to head to her SUV. When she climbed into the driver's seat the skirt rode up a little and she was a little surprised at the coolness of the leather seat as the back of her thighs touched it and she settled into the seat. She buckled in and started the vehicle as she headed toward her master's home. While she was driving she kept her right hand on the gear shift and to her it felt like the head of her master's cock that she so loved to please.

The drive was uneventful and took about thirty minutes. Krista parked her SUV in the garage. She entered the home through the mudroom into a huge kitchen. She passed through the kitchen to an adjoining room, her changing room. Once in the room she began to remove her clothing and hang her clothes neatly in the closet. She set her bag and purse on the floor in the closet as she wouldn't need them till she left early Monday morning. She closed the closet and from the table next to it grabbed her collar and put it on. When she finished she looked at herself in the mirror and realized she had broken another rule. She noticed the stubble of pubic hair on her pussy. Her master required that her legs, arm pits, pussy, and ass be shaved clean at all times. Krista hoped he wouldn't notice and she could take care of it when she showered that night.

Krista left the room and headed down the hall to the foyer. In the foyer she headed up the stairs to the second floor. Right near the top of the stairs was her destination. She opened the door stepped in and then closed the door. She saw her master was sitting in his chair and she quickly moved to kneel before him. When she kneeled she placed her hands behind her back as was required.

Several moments went by. He finally looked at her and said, "Krista, you have violated the rules I've given you. I will have to punish you." She wondered how he knew. "You didn't pleasure yourself at least once each day. That is vital to you learning control. This means that your ass may not be ready for me when I want it, if I want it. That means it could be painful for you. I don't want to hurt you, but perhaps that is the way you will learn."

Krista wasn't quite sure what that meant, but she knew better than to question it. "Stand up and bend over!" He demanded. Krista quickly got to her feet and bent over so her torso was parallel to the ground. He stepped around behind her. He admired her ass for a moment then he cupped his hand. Using his hand he gave Krista six hard and fast whacks on each cheek of her bottom. Her ass became a bright red and the sting was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes.

"Stand up and spread your feet apart." was his next order. As he stepped in front of her Krista's heart sunk as she was sure he would notice the stubble. He moved in close so his face was in front of hers. She didn't notice his arm move, but she felt his fingers on her mound. Then the look in his eyes told her he noticed. How could he not. "Krista, you have broken another rule. Am I working with a five year old?" She knew better than to respond.

As he moved behind her again she bent over because she knew what was coming. Quickly she received another six whacks on each cheek. Her ass was on fire now and tears were in her eyes. He stepped back in front of her and she stood up again. He stood back further and looked her in the eyes. Without warning he used his right hand to slap her left tit twice, once with the forehand and once with the backhand. Then using his left hand he did the same with the right tit. It stung but her nipples betrayed and became instantly hard. He grabbed each nipple with his fingers and pinched them several times. It hurt, but it was exciting her as her pussy was starting to leak her juices.

Then he stepped away and grabbed something from the chair. It was a leash and he fastened it to her collar. "We have things to take care of." he said. He pulled on the leash and guided her into the hall. They went down to the third room and entered. Inside was a table in the middle. It had some sort of straps at the corners. He said "Go lay on the table on your back."

Krista did as she was told. Then her master walked to the end where her head was. He grabbed her and pulled her body toward him so her head would hang off. She noticed when he did this that her head was perfectly aligned with his groin and felt her pussy getting wet as she thought about sucking his cock. He moved to the corner by her left hand and used the straps to secure it to the table. He did the same with her other hand and with each foot. She lifted her head to look down between her breasts at him. She adored him and knew he was doing what was best for her.

She saw him reach below the table top and heard him fiddling with something. When he stood up he grabbed the table top with both hands between her feet. Then he slowly moved his hands apart and her legs were spreading. She felt the table disappearing from under her ass. She was completely vulnerable.

He moved back up to her head. She was hoping she could now please him by sucking his cock. "Lift your head. ", he said. She did and he draped a thick cloth over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head. When he was done she wasn't sure what to do with her head. She couldn't keep holding it up, nor could she let it hang down. She would have to alternate positions for now.

She heard him snap his fingers, then a door opened, and someone walked in. The sound of the footsteps told Krista this other person had moved between her legs. This new person touched Krista's feet very lightly with their fingernails. Krista just felt the nails, not the fingers. Could this be a woman? Then the nails started to glide up her legs ever so lightly. They inched closer to her pussy. When they arrived the fingers glided over her stubbly mound. The touch of the slender fingers and the faint smell of perfume confirmed it was a woman.

Krista felt a finger travel down her slit and when it reached the end it slid into her soaking pussy. Krista jumped from the intrusion, but tried to squeeze tight as the finger was pulled from her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." said the woman as she pulled her finger from Krista and licked it clean. "Very tasty."

"You can enjoy that later. Now I want her pussy clean." said Krista's master.

"Yes, sir." said the woman.

Krista heard the woman move about and also the noise of running water. The woman gathered what she needed for shaving Krista's crotch area. She had a bowl of water, shaving cream, a towel, safety razor, and some oil.

She scooped some water and held her hand above Krista's pussy. The water dripped onto her mound. When her hand was empty she used her hand to massage the water in. Then she grabbed the shaving cream and dispensed some onto her fingers. Gently she covered Krista's pussy and anus. The woman grabbed the razor and started shaving Krista, starting at the top. Slowly and methodically the woman removed every whisker from Krista. When she was finished she scooped up some water to rinse the remains of the cream away. She grabbed the towel and wiped the area clean and dry. Using some of the oil she massaged the area to sooth any burn from the razor. When she was done she stood up to admire her work.

Krista couldn't see it, but her master directed the woman to push Krista's feet further apart. As Krista's feet move she felt her pussy opening up and her clit being exposed and her wetness couldn't be contained. At this point Krista's head was hanging down and she sensed her master straddling her head. Then she felt his testicles resting on her chin. She lifted her head and opened her mouth to take them in. She enjoyed having his balls in her mouth. Whack! Something struck her clit and it stung. Then again she felt it and several more times. It stung, but she dared not let those balls out of her mouth. She didn't know for sure, but it felt like her master had spanked her clit with a riding crop.

Her master nodded to the other woman. The woman dropped to her knees in front of Krista's pussy. Gently she kissed Krista's thighs and alternated from side to side. She moved closer and soon was kissing the lips of Krista's pussy. By now Krista was soaking wet inside. Starting at the bottom of her slit the woman started licking all the way up to the clit. When she got to the clit she sucked it into her mouth. Krista wanted to cum, but hadn't been given permission. The woman kept doing this and brought Krista to the edge, then without warning the woman backed off. Her master backed off pulling his balls from her mouth.

The woman helped the master quickly untie Krista, roll her over and retie her to the table. Her legs were pushed further apart. Krista lifted her head and opened her mouth. She expected her master's cock and she wasn't disappointed. He stuck it in and started to push forward. Krista's position allowed him to push all the way in and his cock went straight down her throat. He grabbed her head and slowly pushed in and out. Krista knew she was doing well.

Whack! Whack! Whack! The riding crop struck her ass each time the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. She lost count, but it stung and it excited her. She didn't know if she should cry or scream out loud if she didn't have a cock filling her mouth.

Her master nodded again and the woman poured some lube on Krista's exposed anus. It was cold at first, but Krista felt it quickly heating up. She didn't have time to enjoy it as she felt the woman stick a finger all the way in her ass. This had her head spinning. Soon there were three fingers pumping her ass and her master's cock all the way down her throat. Her master grabbed her head tighter and thrust his cock in her mouth and held it there. Then she felt his hot cum shooting down her throat. He wasn't pulling out, but she felt the fingers slipped out of her ass. She felt the cock softening and then slowly being withdrawn. As it finally slipped out she swallowed whatever cum was left in her mouth.

While she was savoring the cum of her master the woman was strapping on a dildo. The next thing Krista knew the woman was pushing that dildo deep into her pussy. Krista's neck was tired so she hung her head down. She could see down the length of the table and watched the woman thrusting into her. The woman started playing with Krista's clit. In no time at all Krista was at the brink of an orgasm. She desperately wanted to cum. She knew her master wouldn't permit it. The woman was keeping her on the edge and then she felt the sting of the riding crop several more times on her ass. She couldn't see it but she imagined the red marks on her ass looked like a bunch of bombs had gone off in a field.

Then the thrusting stopped and the dildo was pulled out of her pussy. Her master presented her cock to her again. Krista knew her task was to make him hard again. She started by licking the head. His cock responded quickly. Then she licked the shaft as he grew harder. She returned to the head and sucked him into her mouth.

Krista had a rhythm going when she felt the head of the dildo pushing against her anus. Her ass offered little resistance as it slid in. Soon she was feeling full. It almost felt as though the dildo was in her stomach. When her master was at full hardness he pulled out of her mouth. She heard what sounded like something being unbuckled while the dildo was all the way in her ass moving around. She realized the woman stepped out of the harness. Her master moved behind her and in one smooth motion thrust his cock into her pussy. While he was fucking her pussy the woman moved under her and was started licking and sucking her clit. Krista nearly had an orgasm.

After a few minutes her master's cock was being pulled from her pussy and the dildo was being pulled from her ass. The mouth was still on her clit. She was being held on the edge. Then she felt the head of her master's cock pushing into her ass. It was wider than the dildo and hurt. Quickly the pain went away and Krista never felt so full. Her master was fucking her ass deeply. The woman was eating her pussy. If that wasn't enough to keep her head spinning every once in a while her master would spank her.

After what seemed forever Krista felt like she was going to explode. She tried to squeeze her master's cock harder with her ass. He felt it. "Krista I want you to cum NOW!" With that command Krista felt the built up pressure release and let go of an orgasm like she had never felt before. Then she felt her master's cum deep in her bowels and another wave of orgasms began. Her body started spasming and the woman sucking her clit clung to it.

After Krista had recovered from the orgasms and her master pulled out of her the woman got out from underneath her. The woman helped untie Krista then she left the room. Krista's master removed the blindfold and helped Krista to her feet. He took her by her leash and led her to her bedroom where he tucked her into bed. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Krista there is more to learn tomorrow." he said and left the room. Krista was asleep before the door closed.



Krista and Lia



"Do you trust me?"

Krista had forgotten how it progressed this far. On her back laying on her bed, her arms covered her small, pert breasts while Lia's hands had grasped onto the waistband of her panties, the only article of clothing on her body before she'd be completely naked. She stared down across her pale skin, her slim body. Lia's chin rested on her raised knees.

Krista was reluctant, but she knew how to answer, "I trust you."

"Then why so protective?" Lia inquired.

"This is just..." she had a moment's difficulty with words "... new to me."

"Come on," Lia tapped her hip, "let's get these off you." Lia again tugged at the waistband.

Although hesitant, Krista flexed her hips a little, lifting her small butt off her bed just enough that Lia could get the panties off her waist. Krista kept her thighs tight together, however, but Lia fought through that resistance, getting Krista's panties around her bent knees and off her ankles. Krista moved her hand immediately to cover her crotch, leaving her other arm across her chest.

Lia leaned in and tugged at her arm, "Come on, you shouldn't be so shy about this." Lia got to her feet next to the bed and slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. "Would it help if I did this?" She slid the panties off her hips, past her knees and let them drop to her ankles before kicking them aside. "See, now we're both naked."

Slowly Krista sat herself up, using the hand she had over her crotch to push herself up while keeping her thighs tight together and her arm over her breasts. "How can you be so comfortable like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Naked!" she all but yelled. "How are you so comfortable being... naked in front of others?"

"Because I'm comfortable with my body," she was forward about it. "I mean, okay I'm not the slimmest girl around, and my tits could be a little bigger, but there's not much I can do about that. I just accept what I have."

"And you're comfortable with others seeing you naked?"

Lia seemed somewhat perplexed by that inquiry, "Why should I not be?" She pointed to Krista's arm, "Now lower your arm. Let me see them."

Krista still stonewalled, but didn't say a word at first. "Why?"

"If you want to be comfortable being naked in front of others, why not start with your best friend?"

"Who said I wanted this? You're the one pushing me into this."

"You wanted to see my tits, so it's only fair that I get to see yours."

Krista's voice was becoming elevated. "Yes, your tits. Just your tits. That's all I asked to see. And it'd be fair to see only my tits if you hadn't started stripping naked and then trying to strip me naked."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Not all of us are as comfortable as you with being naked in front of others."

"Even in front of your best friend?"

"Yes, even in front of my best friend," Krista was almost yelling. And to help accentuate her point, she brought her arms into her words. "I mean I was only looking to just settle a curiosity." Krista rested her arms at her sides to support her weight.

Lia almost froze in front of her. "Consider it settled then." Lia moved in closer.

Krista looked up and saw a completely different expression on Lia's face, one she'd never seen before. "Are you alright?"

"Can I touch them?"

"What?" Krista suddenly became aware that she was sitting open in front of her best friend. But she wasn't given an opportunity to get a response. Lia cupped her hands under Krista's small breasts, the first time anyone else had ever touched them, cradled them. Her nipples went firm almost instantly. Krista could only stare at Lia's face and take in the expression in her eyes and the new sensations radiating from her breasts and nipples.

Suddenly Krista went limp. For a moment she completely lost track of everything around her. When Lia pulled her lips away from hers, all Krista could do is mindlessly stare back, seeming unable to form any kind of response. When Lia leaned in again, though, Krista sat forward a little and met her lips. This kiss felt different to her as well, different from any guy she'd ever kissed. The lips were softer, the touch gentler. She put her hand behind Lia's head so she couldn't break away until she wanted to.

And it seemed giggling was all either could do in response, which was a bit of a relief unto itself as it at least showed no immediate feeling of fear or regret at what just occurred. The girls had been friends since elementary school, but this was crossing several lines that Krista never expected to cross. Not that being naked with her best friend wasn't crossing lines unto itself. Add onto it the gentle kiss to her lips and the gentle touch of feminine fingers on her breasts.

The warmth of lust flushed through her entire body, but was most pronounced between her legs. It was possibly just a reaction to the new experience, but the sensations that came with it were difficult to ignore and she adjusted herself a little, a little much to not escape notice as well.

Lia pulled her hands away. "You okay?" Lia asked.

"Mhmm," she muttered. "Just wasn't expecting all of this." She could feel the warmth spreading into her cheeks as well, and given her lighter complexion it was likely visible even in the low light. "Feeling a little... flushed."

A smile grew onto Lia's lips. "Can you show me?"

Krista moved herself back on her bed a little more and lifted one leg onto the bed, exposing her mostly-shaved pussy. She looked down across her body as she touched herself, its warmth flooding into her fingers, its nectar seeping out between her lips.

"That is so hot," Lia whispered.

Krista smiled a little grin. "Feels warm too," she noted.

"Can I feel?"

Krista leaned back onto her arms, leaving her pussy open and exposed. Lia moved in closer again and gently lay her hand against Krista's pussy. "Very warm," she noted and started rubbing her hand against Krista's pussy, "warm and wet." Lia trenched a finger between Krista's lips. Nectar flowed onto her, and she pulled her finger away and slid it into her mouth.

Krista was momentarily puzzled. Why would Lia want to taste what just came out of her pussy? She sat forward again and gently rubbed her pussy a little more. Juices readily flowed onto her fingers. She brought them toward her mouth, then paused.

"Taste it," Lia said. "It's so sweet."

Krista slid her fingers between her lips, her juices hitting her tongue, its sweet flavor sending shivers through her mouth and down her body. She moaned against her fingers. "It is sweet. God I'm getting so wet, too."

Lia took Krista's fingers and gently licked them, staring into her eyes for each moment. Then she kissed her lips again. "Lay back," she whispered.

Krista adjusted so she was laying on her bed as before, on her back, her legs spread open only just with her knees elevated. Lia climbed into the bed at Krista's knees, and she looked into Krista's eyes while gently spreading her thighs apart, kissing her way to her pussy.

"What are you doing?" Krista asked.

"I'm going to eat your pussy," she whispered, just inches from her target.

"You're going to" She inhaled sharply as Lia's lips touched her pussy, cutting off her words and any thought she might have had. She exhaled a long, deep moan, inhaling sharply again when Lia kissed her clit, then again letting out a deep moan, or it could've been just her saying "Oh" upon realizing what Lia was saying. Whichever is immaterial.

Krista settled into the bed below her. Lia's tongue and lips worked up so many new sensations in Krista's pussy. She'd played with her pussy before, even giving herself what she thought were orgasms, but like the kiss earlier, this was something completely different. The ones she'd given herself felt like small pops compared to the charge building and holding in her pussy.

And then fingers entered her, probed her, felt around the various corners of her sex, something completely new to her - sensations she could only dream of giving herself, building up the charge in her pussy much faster. Breathing harder, moaning increasingly louder with each breath, she grabbed hold of the blanket beneath her with both hands as the sensation grew beyond her pussy. Her pussy gripped around Lia's fingers.

"Mmm... you're going to cum, aren't you?"

Between the breaths and moans, Krista somehow managed to utter "Mhmm". And Lia's seemingly expert fingers worked her pussy until, with one large scream exploding out of her lips, it exploded out of her pussy and across her body, a torrent flooding her nerves, her back arching and her pussy gripping tight onto Lia's fingers and washing them in juices.

A few seemingly unending moments later, it released Krista's body. Her back relaxed, but her breathing was still a few paces behind the rest of her. "You've... done that... before... haven't... you?" Krista breathed.

"Maybe once or twice," Lia replied, obviously not telling the truth. She spread Krista's legs apart and crawled up her body, her eyes meeting Krista's. "Did you like that?" Seeming on reflex, Krista lifted herself up and kissed Lia's lips, holding the kiss for only a moment before her still-lingering breathlessness caught up with her. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," Lia observed.

Lia pulled away and dropped herself off the bed. Krista at first wondered if she was going somewhere before she asked her to sit up completely. Lia climbed behind her, spreading her legs to each of Krista's sides before reaching her arms around her and motioning her back against her. Krista settled back into her friend, her breathing still a little heavy but her body relaxing.

"That was incredible," Krista breathed as her body settled even more.

"It doesn't have to stop here," Lia noted.

Krista looked back across her shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"I want to see you play with yourself."

Krista was momentarily stunned. "You're serious?"

"Completely."

Krista looked down at her pussy and rubbed her hand against it. "I don't know about that. It's very sensitive right now."

Lia reached her hands around to Krista's pert breasts and took them, cradling them in her hands. A gentle squeeze to her nipples and Krista's head fell back against Lia's shoulder. "But you're going to try to push me to doing it, aren't you?" Krista asked.

"Mhmm" was Lia's brief reply as she focused her attention more in Krista's chest as she rested her chin on Krista's shoulder to get a better view.

Her growing desire compelled Krista to play. She did her usual, rubbing her pussy and gently sticking a finger or two inside her. Everything felt amplified and her pussy jolted with every touch. Lia's hands explored other areas of Krista's body, sliding her hands and gently scratching her nails across Krista's tummy and her inner thighs as Krista's play only got more deliberate, more intense.

Lia's hands found their way back up to Krista's neck, and her lips soon found the same. A gentle tug of Krista's hair sent her into convulsions. Moans turned into screams. Everything in her body seemed to explode at once, intensity unlike anything she ever thought possible. Lia held Krista gently around her tummy until it all died down and all of Krista's weight collapsed into her.

After a deep breath, all Krista could do is start loudly giggling, to which Lia felt compelled to join.



Krista Cums



Krista always had an affinity for her doctor, but never thought about breeching that patient/doctor confidence, until she recently divorced and learned that her family physician had also gone through a divorce. However, that line of "properness" between doctor and patient had essentially disintegrated when Krista masturbated. She found herself thinking of Dr. Stein...Kevin...before she even started to undress to expose herself for self-play. Thoughts of Kevin always made her aroused and very, very wet, and today was no different.

On her drive home, the music selection sucked and there were more commercials than music, so she turned off the annoying radio and began to focus on de-stressing once she got home. To Krista, de-stressing usually involved some combination of self-gratification, which always ended in a very rewarding orgasm.

During her commute, Krista began to think about her last annual examination with Dr. Stein. She was nearly certain that Kevin was as aroused as she was; under his lab coat Krista caught a glimpse of a very defined erection and it was obvious that Kevin's penis was quite substantial.

As she mindless made her way home, Krista reflected back on how Kevin teased her clit when he was doing the digital exam. She felt her pussy and nipples tingle with that thought. Krista felt her panties getting damp.

It wasn't long before Krista arrived home and she quickly undressed so she could continue exploring thoughts of Kevin while she fingered herself. Something she often did was close the bedroom window blinds, but today, she decided to leave them open. Krista's neighbor was mowing the lawn and she was in a bit of an exhibitionist-sort of mood, not even sure if the neighbor could see into the bedroom from their backyard.

Krista removed all of her work clothes and propped herself up comfortably with pillows on the bed. She positioned herself so that if the neighbor could see in, he would have a fine view of Krista's legs spread and full view of her engorged and glistening pussy.

With thoughts of Kevin -- how well-endowed he clearly is -- Krista began to smear around the wetness that had been oozing from her cunt, all the while, she was aggressively teasing her nipples with her other hand. She recalled how Kevin spread her pussy lips with his hands during the examination. Sure, this is all part of the annual exam to ensure healthy "lady parts", but Kevin tested the waters a bit. Krista thought back over the years how other doctors flat-out skipped this step while fondly remembering how Kevin essentially played with her clitoris. It felt like as he was examining her that he almost tugged on her clit before he began to encircle it with his gloved fingers. Krista noted that Kevin had used his left hand to keep her pussy lips spread while he carefully played with her clit. She certainly didn't mind -- in fact, Krista let her knees fall open a bit more than usual at that point -- inviting Kevin to notice her demeanor and would feel encouraged to touch her in a non-patient manner. 

All the while, Kevin was asking Krista about her sexual health -- if she was having intercourse, how regularly, with one or multiple partners, if she masturbates -- and how regularly, etc. All questions were very normal to ensure her sexual health. The slightly odd thing about it all was that the questions and conversation all took place as he extensively fingered her.

Krista opened her eyes long enough to see John, the neighbor, slowly push the mower up over the yard while straining vigorously to catch a glimpse of Krista masturbating! THAT really heightened Krista's arousal and decided to walk over to the window and really give John a show. What John didn't realize is that Krista was fantasizing about her last annual exam with her physician.

While Krista plunged her fingers deep into her cunt, she would tug and pinch her nipple simultaneously. Occasionally, Krista would remove her fingers from her pussy and slowly lick them for John's pleasure, which she would then return her fingers to her clit and rub it in short, hard circles trying to keep herself at the edge of orgasm.

As she entertained her neighbor, Krista continued to think back to Kevin and her exam. She liked the breast exam, but it was all-in-all unremarkable. It was when Kevin started to examine her cunt is when he blurred the line between doctor and patient. 

When Krista was enjoying the exam, she noticed the very familiar sensations of arousal filling her pussy. Kevin had to have noticed, but she sensed that further encouraged him. They knew one another well after nearly 15 years of doctor/patient relationship, and there was always a little sensual tension between them. The nurse was not at all interested in what phase of the exam they were in, so Kevin and Krista played off of one another's energy as the examination began to take longer than usual.

Kevin eventually got around to the Pap smear, which was a bit of a mood killer, but he found a way to build back into a bit of a sensual environment. After he extracted the speculum, he re-applied some lubricant and told Krista that he was going to examine her anus, which he had never done during the many previous years of doing her annual exam. Initially, Krista was a bit nervous over that, but once Kevin swiftly and with a bit of authority inserted his middle finger deep into her ass, she realized that it felt rather good.

He told Krista to take a few deep breaths and let them out, which she did. The next thing she felt was Kevin inserting a couple of fingers back into her cunt. She began to feel Kevin press directly onto her g-spot while the pressure in her ass enhanced the experience until she was trying very hard not to cum. 

Krista realized that her tits were exposed as the gown that opens in the front had fallen open, and Kevin was clearly enjoying fingering her while watching her very hard nipples become even more aroused. Initially, Krista felt extremely exposed but quickly got over her inhibitions with every stroke of his finger in her ass. 

With her breathing becoming more shallow and rigid, Kevin decided to slowly remove his finger from her ass and then the couple of fingers from her pussy. 

As nonchalant as ever, Kevin went over to make a few notes in her chart as the nurse seemed to snap back to "nurse mode" and handed her several paper towels so she could clean herself up before getting dressed. 

Krista sat up on the table and loosely covered her tits as Kevin confirmed that she would be getting the results of her pap in the near future, and thanked her for coming in as he was exiting the exam room with the nurse close on his heels. 

Suffice to say, Krista was extremely excited to return for this year's annual examination!

Krista realized that "neighbor John" had stopped mowing and had found some new lawn activity to engage in that would allow for an uninterrupted view of Krista's climax. Her excitement had her cunt on fire and allowed herself to come when she inserted her fingers deep into her pussy. 

Once she came, Krista positioned herself back on the bed and felt all of the tension from the day drain from her body. 

She began to contemplate that the dynamics between her and the neighbor would be forever different...



Krista On Display



I wasn’t sure who she was exactly. She’d wandered along with a few girlfriends, all of whom had boyfriends, and she was sitting alone over by the barbeque. She’d been there for a fair while too, seemingly in deep thought. 

Her name was Krista; about 25, long dark hair and brown eyes. She was sitting in one of those plastic deck chairs, her little white skirt stretched tight across her smooth thighs.

I was leaning over pretending to have an itch below my ankle, and having a good look. I could see the light pink, almost white fabric covering her crotch and I glanced up to check but her eyes were glazed. She was miles away. And I snuck another quick look; the darkened area directly between her legs distinguishable from the thin, panty covered, milky white skin above.

I suddenly felt eyes from above though, and peered up to find uncle Frank grinning down at me. He knew!

“Hey Frank,” I offered shrugging and smiling up as he sat beside me.

His gaze sought my little find for a moment, his long, thin body stretching back and to one side as he examined the young woman’s panties, his eyebrows flickering and his eyes flashing up at me. “Who’s that?” he asked.

“Not sure Frank, I think she came with that crowd down at your tennis court.”

“What’s she looking at?” he asked then, but really, he was just thinking aloud.

She sat staring into space, or more precisely at a salad bowl on the table. But you could see she was looking right through it.

Frank leant down for another peep under her skirt, his grin lifting his big, oddly shaped ears. And I noticed another guy, Graham Ford, one of Frank’s neighbors, he was standing above and behind her and leaning over a small fence, his eyes lowered over her shoulder.

Graham was a heavily built guy of about forty-five, an Engineer with the local council and a good mate of uncle Frank. He was standing there with his beer almost spilling, holding it absently, and his eyes probing beneath thick glasses and searching down the front of young Krista. 

Her breasts were not exactly huge, and with a supple, natural look about them, and held loosely beneath a fitted blouse, which appeared to be gaping slightly upon her breath. Her dark hair flowed softly behind her shoulders, one of her sweet little hands folding within it and caressing it aside as she finally awoke from her trance and peered around. 

Someone had called her name.

Graham strolled over after she’d gone. “Who was that?” he asked me, as if I was suddenly the authority on guests at uncle Frank’s barbeque.

“She’s Frank’s new model,” I lied.

“Fuck!” Graham declared, searching back over his shoulder. “Nude?” he added excitedly.

“Just kidding mate,” I confessed.

“What’s her name?” Frank asked me seriously.

“Krista. Why?”

“Never know…” he shrugged.

It was about three hours later that I came across Frank standing in the kitchen with the young woman and I hung back listening to him trying to convince her to pose for a portrait.

“I really couldn’t,” she finally declared, shaking her head and meeting his smile.

Frank nodded in agreement, saying that he understood, his big, bony hand slipping across to cover hers. “It’s a pity though,” he concluded.

“It’s just that… well, you know… I’m no model!” she went on, peering down at herself.

“It’s about beauty, not perfection,” Frank replied smoothly and she blushed.

She gazed down at her feet then, her face still flushed, her hands wringing at her waist.

“Did I mention the ten thousand?” Frank added, turning his back and searching in the fridge for something.

She looked up then, and watched him open a bottle of wine. He poured two glasses and handed her one.

“Not bad for an afternoon’s work don’t you think? And you won’t have to sit there for hours without moving either. As soon as I get the right pose I’ll take a few photo’s and that’s it.”

“Ten thousand…” young Krista uttered, holding the wine and peering up at Frank.

“I know what I want,” Frank said simply and evenly, feigning a toast then gulping half of the wine down.

“But what do you mean by sexy? Is that nude?”

“Actually no. It’s not about nudity so much as an impression, something in your eyes mostly.”

“In my eyes?” Krista smiled, blushing again and sipping a little of the wine.

“Sure! No different to acting really, it’s about capturing an image of what’s beneath the surface.”

“So I won’t have to take my clothes off then?” the young woman pressed, peering up at Frank skeptically yet still smiling lightly.

“Well, maybe some,” Frank chuckled disarmingly and refilled his glass. “But in the name of art, not pornography,” he assured with enough conviction to convince.

“And you’ll pay ten thousand dollars, for just a few hours?”

“I’m rich!” Frank answered simply and raised his glass again, but that time he waited for Krista to raise hers.

They agreed to do the sitting that evening after the other guests had gone home. And Frank called me in after Krista had returned to the back yard for her tennis game. He’d seen me waiting in the living room. He winked and placed his long arm over my shoulder, “I’ll be needing your help okay…”

I really wasn’t sure what Frank had in mind. He was filthy rich and often did things for kicks but I doubted he would actually want to have sex with the young woman. I mean, he’d certainly want to, but it wasn’t his style to pay for it. He was about fifty and very ugly but he seemed to manage okay when it came to attracting ladies. All I could imagine was that he was genuine, and for the first time ever, he was going to do a portrait. Usually he did landscape.

Anyway, the barbecue meandered along. There were about twenty guests, most of them in and around the pool and a few still playing tennis. It seemed like the party would extend to dinner with everyone gathering in Frank’s living room by sunset.

It was a large entertaining area and there were groups of people chatting and carrying on all over. I’d ended up behind the bar and was happy sitting there serving drinks. I noticed Frank sticking close to his subject, making her quite nervous I thought, and he was taking some liberties. Graham and another of the neighbors, mister Marcus, a Greek guy of about sixty, were sitting opposite Krista on a couch. She was sitting in a lounge chair and Frank was resting on the arm of the chair. The two guys were watching him gawking down her top and she was sitting there with her cheeks flushed while he examined her. At one point I saw her hand clasping at her chest and folding the open fabric together but as soon as she released it Frank was at it again and his hand slipped to the back of her neck and began massaging.

She stood that for a while then her head rocked to one side, her eyes closing slowly and opening again, Frank’s bony hand slipping beneath her collar and his other hand moving to act upon her shoulder as well. Her head rocked forward then, and as she leant a little the two neighbors sat up and their heads extending. Her face reddened fully, her eyes flashing up at them. Frank’s hands worked firmly though and he leant close to her ear, whispering something and holding her while his mates had a look down her blouse and my cock hardened as he slipped his fingers in front and held her top open for them. He just lifted the fabric away from her body and showed them her breasts, though I could see from the bar that she was wearing a light pink, almost skin colored bra. I could see the lacy trim.

I served a few drinks for someone then, their bodies blocking my view for a moment and when they left I found that young Krista was sitting back in her chair again, and that Frank had released her but she was still quite red in the face and peering intently at the two men staring across at her. And Frank leant to her ear again, her eyes flashing up at him as he withdrew and after a moment, with her hand clutched within Frank’s, she uncrossed her legs.

Fuck I was throbbing! And Graham and mister Marcus leant towards one and other, their shoulders touching as their heads angled to be looking up her skirt. And I watched the young woman’s eyes divert and fix upon the wall as she allowed her knees to move apart slightly, her free hand gripping the arm of the chair, her nails digging into the fabric as Frank gently stroked the hair from her cheek, lifting her face and turning it towards himself. And he was nodding and I could hear his steady, reassuring voice, low and smooth, as his neighbors jostled for the better angle to view her crotch, her knees straying just a few inches and though her head remained to one side, I saw her eyes roll to fix upon the two men examining her.

Frank continued to stroke her hair while checking back over his shoulder at the other guests. No one was watching. And after a moment young Krista, with her face fully flushed, slowly opened her legs a little more.

Her skirt stretched then, riding up her thighs, and from the bar I could see the contours of her pussy outlined beneath the damp fabric of her little panties. Her inner thighs milky white and bare, the pink cotton sheer and clinging to her sweet young slit, the slightly darkened patch above the furrowed center belying a neatly trimmed little bush. I held the pulsing head of my cock firmly while she sat there with her legs open for the two men, her eyes closing again as her hips rolled and her pussy seemed to pucker, the furrow up the middle of her panties stretching flat then folding inward again. And I imagined how puffy and engorged the fleshy petals of her little flower would be, and how warm and tasty the nectar. 

She peered up at Frank as Graham reached for her thigh but Frank shook his head at his mate, holding up a finger as if to say “not yet”, and Krista sat up and fixed her skirt. 

The guest were dispatched very shortly after that; Frank making his way around the room while Krista tried to avoid eye contact with the two old men leering at her. It appeared they were to be remaining on to help with Frank’s little project and I wondered what my role would be. I knew nothing about art or photography. I was just a humble mechanic of 31 without a creative clue.

I’d decided to wait behind the bar and watched Frank cruise around and shuffle his guests along. The crowd that Krista had arrived with had broken up earlier and the last of them checked with her before leaving. “Are you sure?” some guy was asking her, swaying drunkenly and being dragged away by his girlfriend. “I’m okay…” Krista replied waving after them but that left her alone with the neighbors, and Frank had gone into his studio. 

The young woman sat with her legs firmly closed, peering around the room at anything but the two men in front of her. They were chatting and chuckling between themselves. Her eyes came to rest upon mine, for the first time as a matter of fact, and through a questioning look they brightened and she offered a nervous smile. It ended suddenly though. Graham had leant forward and he touched her knee, pushing it aside, and she peered down at him, her fingers clutching at the arms of the chair as she allowed the big man to spread her legs again.

Graham sat back. “Lift up your skirt,” he said thickly, his voice dry and gruff and young Krista turned away, her eyes wide and seeking the wall as she folded the hem of her skirt up, uncovering her little pink panties and she seemed to gulp a breath as Graham lifted a foot, pressing it against the inner of her other knee and moving it aside.

“That’s it…” he uttered, his hand closing over his erection and feeling it firmly. “Fuck yeah…” he gasped, causing the young woman to look down at what he was doing and her eyes widened.

She just stared at him though and I noticed her face redden but also, her legs widened a little further and she seemed to slip lower in her seat, her skirt gathering right up around her waist and the corner of her lip curled slightly upward as Graham worked his erection and stared straight at her pussy, with her hand resting upon her thigh and her fingers pressing in a little.

Mister Marcus sat there watching, his hand resting upon his crotch but only lightly and Frank approached from behind Krista. She peered up at him but he turned and approached the bar, placing his camera down and he motioned for Krista to come over. She stood and walked quickly, glancing back anxiously at the two men who were moving their chairs.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I guess…” she replied, again offering a little smile but her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation, her hands clasped in front and wringing nervously.

“Are you sure this is okay? I’ll drive you home now if you like,” Frank offered sincerely, taking her hands and she peered up at him.

“What do I have to… do?” She uttered, her sweet voice catching in her throat.

Frank caressed the hair from her forehead, his bony fingers gently touching her cheek and his voice was low and warm. “Will you show us your tits?” he asked, glancing down at them briefly.

“What… now?” the young woman uttered, her face almost catching fire it went so red.

“Just undo your blouse for us… it’s okay,” Frank went on softly, releasing her hands and stepping back so that she was in full view of his neighbors. 

They were gawking up at her, their faces set, their jaws gaping, their eyes fixed and wide.

She looked down at them, her fingers shakily fiddling with the buttons on her blouse and when she’d undone them she tentatively pealed the fabric away, opening her little top and exposing herself.

“It’s okay…” Frank said to her and he slipped a finger beneath the little bow and opened a pen knife, applying the blade beneath and suddenly the cups of Krista’s bra sprung away and her tits fell out, swaying gently, her nipples erect. 

She instinctively tried to close her top but Frank caught her hands. 

“It’s all right, just leave it so we can see when you move. You don’t have to take it off,” he assured, his tone smooth and confident.

They were fucking beautiful. I just stood watching from the side while Frank explained about getting her mood right for the portrait. I could see clearly, the fabric of her blouse brushing against a nipple, the gentle fall of her supple, milky white breast, the way it moved and wiggled as she drew another sharp, shallow breath, the cup of her bra sagging beneath.

Frank had explained that the presence of the two guys watching was to stimulate a sense of trepidation he wanted to see in her eyes. His voice was kind of dim and hazy as I studied the bare breasts in front of me but his attention turned my way and I looked up to meet his eyes. He nodded and gave me a little grin then addressed Krista, causing her to look at me as he spoke. “But I also want to see a little sparkle in your eyes,” he went on, his head tilting to one side as he reached down and lifted the front of her skirt up, “so I want you to let my nephew here… well, I want you to let him inside you while us older guys watch.”

Frank stepped around behind her and folded her skirt up to her waist. She looked from me to the two older men watching.

“What about me?” Graham asked, “Can I fuck her as well?”

Krista’s cheeks reddened again but she didn’t turn away.

Frank slipped his long fingers down the front of her panties and pressed up into her firmly “feels like you want it…” he whispered into her ear and she leant back against him, allowing her arms to fold behind my uncle and her top opened, her tits popping out the front and she arched her back showing them to us as her eyes closed and as Frank reached further down and fed at least three fingers up into her wet little gash.

“Do you have condoms?” Krista asked softly and my cock nearly burst, a huge wad of cum welling at the base and it nearly erupted at the sound of her sweet submission. She was going to let us all have a turn, adding huskily, “If you have some you can gangfuck me if you want…”

“In the bathroom cabinet,” Frank shot at me and I hurried to get them.

Returning, I found they’d spread her on the rug in the middle of the living room. Frank was between her legs, his big mouth wide and his long tongue slicing up inside of her. Mister Marcus was sitting on the couch above with his hand inside the fly of his trousers, and moving slowly back and forth. And Graham was leaning above her head, his thick, rigid cock out and he was trying to stick it into her mouth but her head was turned away and her mouth closed tight.

She was seemingly resisting a little, her hands pushing down against Frank’s head but suddenly he pressed her legs wide and started lapping and suckling her clitoris and she braced, her head being lifted and turned and her mouth opened so Graham started fucking it. He took hold of the back of her head and began thrusting urgently, rooting her lips frantically and suddenly he held, his cock pulsing and Krista’s eyes widened, a little frown creasing her forehead and some semen began seeping from the corner of her mouth.

I watched Graham finish, his face contorted, his hands gripping her head and her neck gulping as she swallowed his cum, and while I watched I fitted a condom over the swollen head of my dick, rolling it down and kneeling beside Frank. He looked up at me, juice dripping from his chin, “ready mate?” he asked and I nodded.

Krista was peering up at me by then. She was laying there with her legs wide, her tits resting flat upon her chest, her nipples firm and wobbling gently as she panted rapidly, and I lowered and drove my seven inches deep inside of her, pressing up into her hot, sloppy cunt until I felt her juices gush over my bare balls and I was about to start humping when mister Marcus suddenly slipped down to his knees beside her, his old, flaccid penis squeezed between his fingers and a thin spurt of fluid pulsed from the end of it to drip down and splatter over her tits.

She was staring up at the old guy, his spent dick hanging from his trousers, his face white and his eyes bulging, and I started rooting, holding myself up and watching her tits flop and bounce while I humped her. The clear fluid dribbled from her chest and down beneath her arm, another stream snaking down her belly and pooling in her navel. Frank was standing above working his erection into a rubber sleeve, his pants at his ankles and she peered up at him while I fucked her but her hips were lifting and she was grinding her open cunt against my cock and suddenly she gripped the leg of the couch and started thrusting her body upward. She had braced herself up off the rug and I could feel her little pussy squeezing my shaft as she began to shudder and I held, my balls rolling halfway along my shaft with the force of my eruption. And I held firmly up her while her cunt milked my throbbing cock dry.

I rolled off then and stood with the condom sagging and Frank climb between the young woman’s legs. His cock was way out of proportion to the rest of his frame. It was short and thick and he pressed it up into her firmly, her eyes closing again and she laid still while he used her, bending her legs up, folding them over his arms and humping up beneath. And I could hear his balls slapping against her butt as he pounded her so I went around behind to watch. Her cunt was red and swollen, the lips of it stretched around the thick shaft penetrating her and Frank’s old balls were dripping with her juices and suddenly he pressed up firmly, his balls contracting and he held, his body jerking uncontrollably, his groan escaping upon a sharp breath. And young Krista’s legs fell aside, spread and limp as she peered around at us all watching Frank’s cock sliding in and out of her little pussy. He just worked it in and out for a few minutes before sitting back and allowing her to close her legs.

The two old guys from next door were resting back on the couch with big grins splitting their faces. Frank and I were sitting on the floor holding our used condoms and smiling down at young Krista. She was still laying on her back with her tits exposed and her legs bent up, and her knees together but from below Frank and I could see her wet little pussy all open and hot. She smiled up at us both, her eyes sweet and a little sparkle lighting them in a fashion that reminded me of Frank’s portrait. She glanced down at the condom I was holding and then at the one Frank had, then she looked up at us again and smiled, her eyes flashing once more at the condoms and up again, “do you want to pour it in my mouth?” she asked sweetly. 



Krista's Magic



I've never been a big fan of horror movies. It's not that I scare easily, but they just don't do much for me. I will say, though, that the scariest movie I ever saw when I was a kid, was a film called "Poltergeist." It came out when I was about thirteen or fourteen, and it frightened the shit out of me when I first saw it. It's about a bunch of people living in a housing estate that's been built on an old cemetery, and in the big finale, there is this huge storm, and coffins start popping up out of the ground, and the lids flying open, with skeletons in ragged, rotting clothes start falling out, and it's a shocker!

Years later, as an adult, I was at the video store one day, and they were selling off a lot of their old ex-rental VHS movies, and I found an old copy of "Poltergeist" on the rack, for two bucks. I bought it, and took it home, but I never got around to watching it again. That was about a year before my marriage broke up.

I've got to say one thing here, and that is, divorce sucks. I guess I didn't need to tell you that. It's one of those things in life that's self-evident, like, the Pope's a Catholic, or, Queen Elizabeth believes in the monarchy, so everybody knows it and doesn't really think about it, but it's only when you go actually go through the three-dimensional trauma of ending a marriage, that you realise just how much divorce sucks.

When my marriage finally ended, everybody got something. My now ex-wife got the house, and the kids, the lawyers got a chunk of money, and I got the privilege of continuing to pay the mortgage on said house, and the honour of having said kids over every second weekend and half of each school holiday period, plus the right to pay a further chunk of money in child support until our youngest child turned eighteen. I certainly didn't begrudge supporting my two children, but considering I wasn't the one in the marriage that was fucking every deadshit in town, except for her lawfully wedded husband, I kind of thought there were certain fairness issues about the whole thing. Then again one of the many things I had learnt in nineteen years as a cop, was that life isn't always fair.

Now that I was suddenly single, I had to find a place to live, and I was lucky enough to have a work colleague with a spare room for me to stay in for a while, but he made it clear the arrangement could only be temporary, or else his marriage may end up on the rocks, too.

I did the rounds of the local real estate agents, trying to get something to rent, but the story was the same everywhere. Ever since a new university campus had been opened in the city, rental accommodation was as scarce as hens' teeth, and I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever find a place. One afternoon, in my lunch break, I slipped out to visit the last real estate agent in town, just down from the police station, to try my luck there.

The tenancy manager was a middle aged lady, who told me the same story I'd heard every other place I'd been to, but after I told her my situation, she sighed sympathetically, looked at my police uniform shirt, and seemed to look hard at my shoulder patches, as though she was thinking. "Look," she said, "I like to help the boys in blue wherever I can, so I may be able to help you out. I can't guarantee anything, though."

"I'm ready to try anything," I said.

"I've got a friend," the lady started, "and she has a granny flat at her place. She asked me for some advice a while back, about renting it out. She's a single mother with a couple of kids, and the flat's just sitting there, so she thought she might be able to rent it out for a little extra money. How about I give her a ring and get back to you?"

I told her I'd appreciate if she could do that, and I headed back to work. Later that afternoon, I got a call from a lady, giving her name as Vicky, and she said she'd had a call from the real estate agent, about renting her granny flat out. I asked her if she was interested in letting me rent it from her, and she said, "Why don't you come over this evening and we can talk about it?" I took down the address, and I said, "See you there."

A little after five, I drove over to the address, and my knock was answered by Vicky, who greeted me with, "Hi, I'm Vicky Campbell. You must be Sergeant Strong."

"Craig," I answered, "Please, call me Craig." She offered me a handshake, and when I had a good look at her, I realised she was rather hot, but in a wholesome, approachable way. I was guessing she was maybe mid-thirties, and she had long, wavy dark hair, and a pretty face, and her figure was slim but curvy. She was dressed in a pair of snug-fitting blue jeans, and a beige coloured, knitted top.

She took me inside her house, and over a cup of coffee, we discussed the granny flat she had for rent, and a few other things. Vicky told me she had two kids, one boy and one girl, but she didn't elaborate on how old they were, and I saw no need to ask. After we finished our coffee, she said, "I suppose I'd better show you the granny flat, and you can tell me what you think."

Vicky took me around to the side of her house, and showed me the granny flat, built onto the house, but fully self-contained, with it's own front and back door. It was small, with one bedroom, a small kitchenette, a combined living/dining room, and its own bathroom, and the back door led out into Vicky's back yard. I needed somewhere, and this place was too good to pass up in the circumstances, so we settled on a hundred bucks a week, and I told her I'd take it.

"When do you want to move in?" Vicky asked, and I said, "I'm off duty tomorrow. How about I move straight in?" The deal was done.

I'd moved out of my marital home with very little in the way of household belongings, so next day, I bought a furniture package from a discount store, and after they delivered it, I set about turning the granny flat into a home. I'd bought a double bed, and a dresser, along with a three-seater couch that folded down to a double bed, thinking that when my two kids came over for access visits, they could sleep in the double bed, and I'd have the fold-down couch. By the time I added a coffee table, and a few other items, like a TV and cheap stereo system, I had the place pretty liveable. I was quite pleased with myself, and I spent my first night there, sleeping peacefully in my new, if slightly spartan, "bachelor pad."

Next morning, I woke up with another day off, and seeing it was Saturday, I had a relaxing breakfast, and sat on the back step of my flat, to finish off my cup of tea. 

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I sat there, taking it all in, and I heard a voice say, "You must be Sergeant Strong."

I looked up, and there was a young, teenaged girl, standing a few feet away, looking down at me as I sat on the step. She was petite, with a curvy figure, brown eyes, and wavy, ash-blonde hair, but apart from her light hair, she had a particular resemblance to Vicky, my new landlord. She was wearing a tank top, with horizontal stripes in rainbow colours, a pair of denim shorts, and sandals. She was a pretty little thing, I had to give her that.

"And you must be Vicky's daughter," I said, standing up from the step and setting my cup down on an outdoor table.

"I'm Krista," she said, offering me a handshake, just as her mother had done.

"My name's Craig," I said, accepting her handshake, "I moved in here yesterday."

"Well, Mum was right," she said, giving me a smile, "She told me you were good looking. She was right about that."

"Does you mother know where you are?" I asked, trying to deflect her obvious attempt at flirting.

"I'm seventeen years old, Craig," she said, meeting me head-on, "In fact, I'll be eighteen in a couple of months. My mother doesn't need to know where I am at all times."

"Fair enough," I said, with a chuckle, "You just can't be too careful these days."

"Your name suits you," Krista said, "You look pretty strong. I'll bet you look good in your uniform, too."

I realised this was not an appropriate conversation to be having, so I said, "Krista, you'll have to excuse me, but I've got a few things to attend to. I'd better get back inside. Okay?"

"I guess I'll be seeing you round," Krista said, and as I returned to walk inside, she added, "I'm looking forward to getting to know you." I went inside, but a couple of times during the day, I got a mental picture of that hot little body in those shorts and tank top. What a little heart-breaker! I thought to myself.

The back door of the granny flat was a sliding door, made of glass, and it looked out into Vicky's back yard. The next morning was a Sunday, of course, and in the mid-morning, while I was tidying the place, I looked out the back door, to see Krista lying on a deck chair, in a black bikini. She had a big pair of sunglasses on, and although her bikini was not the briefest I'd seen, it was wrapped around a curvy seventeen-year old body, so seeing her like that made me take a long, hard look.

I went back to what I was doing, and a few minutes later, I heard a tap at the door. I looked over, and Krista was standing there outside my glass door, in that little black bikini, holding a bottle of suntan lotion in her right hand. I slid the door open, and Krista said, "Hi, Craig. Can I ask you a favour?"

I looked at the suntan lotion, and I knew what she was going to ask, so making a distinct effort not to let my eyes stray to her cleavage, I said, "What would you like me to do?"

"Can you be a gentleman, and put some suntan lotion on my back. I don't want to risk getting sunburn," she said, tilting her head, and smiling at me.

"Krista," I said, "I really don't thing that's a good idea."

"Why?" she said, "It's only a little suntan lotion."

"Why do you think?" I asked. I tried to give her the look I give suspects when I think they're bullshitting me.

"I don't know," she answered right back, undeterred, "You tell me."

"Because you're seventeen, and I'm thirty-nine," I said, trying to be firm, but gentle, "I don't think I need to explain any further."

"Seventeen, thirty-nine," Krista repeated, "They just numbers."

"They're very important numbers, Krista," I said, still trying to be firm, "One day, you'll understand."

"You're a cop, Craig," she persisted, "So, I couldn't be in safer hands, could I?"

"Okay," I said, shaking my head, then looking around, "but only in the back yard, where everyone can see us."

"You're no fun," Krista replied, but she walked over to the deck chair, with her bottom wiggling impudently in that black bikini, and she lay face down, handing me the bottle. I rubbed some lotion onto her back, being as quick as I could about it. "That was quick," Krista said, as I put the lid back on the lotion, and put it down beside the chair.

"In my line of work, you learn to get the job done fast," I said, giving her a little smile, and I excused myself, and went back inside, thinking I probably shouldn't have let her talk me into doing it in the first place. 


Over the next day or so, I met Vicky's other child, a little boy called Richie. He told me he was seven, and a few times later on over the following days, I saw Krista playing in the back yard with him. He looked a lot like her, and it was obvious they were close, as brother and sister, despite the age gap. Krista continued to flirt with me, but only when her mother wasn't around, so I made a point of not being alone with her, just to be on the safe side. 

Life went on, and I settled into my new life, living in Vicky's granny flat, having my two kids over on access visits, and after a while I didn't see much of Krista. I guessed she had found something or someone better to occupy herself, and one payday, I went to Vicky's door to pay my rent money, and we had a little conversation on her doorstep. While we were talking, a Daewoo sedan stopped outside, and the driver tooted the horn twice, and moments later, Krista burst out the door between us, saying, "Coming through, coming through. Gotta go. See ya."

She was half way down the driveway, and Vicky said, "Aren't you forgetting something?" Krista turned, and said, "Oh, Hi Craig."

Vicky continued to look at her expectantly, and after a moment, Krista said, "Oh, sorry!" She zipped over, and kissed her mother on the cheek, and said, "We won't be long. I'll be back in a couple of hours." She turned, and walked quickly down the driveway, and with a quick glance over her left shoulder, she said, "See ya, Craig," and then trotted to the passenger's door of the Daewoo, jumped in, and the car drove away.

"Krista's got her first boyfriend," Vicky said, watching the car drive away, "I think this is where my hair starts turning grey." She gave me a wry look, and said, "Terry's his name. He seems nice enough, but young girls and young guys, you know what I mean."

"I think I do," I said, not really knowing what to say.

"She's pretty grown up, though," Vicky added, "and she's just turned eighteen, anyway. I think she'll be okay."

You don't know the half of it, I thought to myself. Over the next few months, I'd see Terry's Daewoo parked outside Vicky's house when I came home from work, from time to time, and once or twice, I saw her walking with him in the street, when I was driving around in a police car on duty. I thought it was good to see she'd found someone her own age, and I didn't pay it much attention after that.

In early October, I was out in a police car, working with a young rookie called Sylvia, and when lunchtime rolled around, she told me she wanted to go through the drive through at McDonalds, to get some lunch. As we pulled up at the window, I noticed the kid working there was wearing a Frankenstein mask. "What's the story with the mask?" I asked Sylvia, when she'd been served.

"Halloween, Sarge," she said, looking at me as though I didn't know anything, "You've gotta get with the times."

"I don't get this Halloween thing," I said, "We never used to have it here in Australia when I was a kid, but I'd see it on American TV shows, and movies all the time. I always thought it was just some eccentric American idea." I looked at the pictures of ghouls and ghosts, and the spooky writing on the box with Sylvia's lunch in it, and I added, "Now, every year, all these companies are promoting it, and you get kids trick or treating and stuff. I've never understood what it's all about."

"Haven't you ever gone trick or treating?" Sylvia asked.

"Never," I answered, "It never went on when I was a kid. Only on TV."

"Then, you haven't lived," Sylvia said, with a little chuckle.

Two weeks later, it was a Friday evening, and I was due to start another four-day break in the morning. I'd had a long day at work, and I was planning a quiet night at home. Not that I could afford a wild social life anyway, between paying a mortgage on the house my ex-wife lived in, and paying child support, but tonight I was planning to kick back and relax.

I heard a knock at my door, and when I opened it, I saw Richie, dressed as a little vampire, accompanied by Krista, who had, of course, recently turned eighteen, dressed as a wicked witch. She had a black dress on, with a pointed hat, and a stick-on, fake pointy nose, and black boots with big silver buckles, and it was obvious the witch outfit was meant for a girl a couple of sizes smaller than she was. "Trick or treat!" Richie said, as I opened the door.

"Aren't you a little old for this?" I said, looking at Krista.

"Mummy said I couldn't go trick or treating unless Krista comes with me," Richie explained, and Krista looked at me with her eyebrows raised, and an expression that said, There's your answer.

"Well, isn't she a good sister, helping her little brother out like that?" I said, to Richie, but Krista answered, looking at me with a deadpan face, enunciating every word carefully, "Do you have any idea how stupid I feel, dressed like this?"

"I thought you looked kinda cute," I said, trying to sound as patronising as I could.

"Oh, so I'm cute now?" Krista said, stepping forward, and smiling at me.

"Mummy rented these clothes at the costume shop," Richie added, and I looked at his empty basket. "You haven't done very well with your trick or treating," I said.

"You're the first person we've tried it with," Krista said, "We're just starting. We're rookies at this," she said, smiling at her own use of police jargon.

I went back inside, and I found a packet of caramels and a box of Minties. I hadn't thought about trick or treating since the discussion in the car with Sylvia, so I had nothing else to offer, and I took a pathetic handful of sweets out to Richie, and put them in his basket. I was about to apologise for my meagre offering, but he looked like I'd dropped a hundred dollar note in there, and he said, "Thanks, Mr Strong," showing his basket to Krista.

"Well, we better get going," Krista said, and she added more quietly, "and get this over with."

"Have a good night, Samantha," I said, "or it is it Endora?"

"Watch it," Krista said, brandishing her magic wand at me, "or I'll turn you into an orang-utan. I can do that, you know."

"Who knows? I might like being an orang-utan," I retorted.

"Not if I make you an orang-utan with self esteem issues," she said, and as Richie tugged at her sleeve, they turned to go. "See you later," she said to me as they left. I watched them walking down the driveway, and it occurred to me that Krista's witch's dress, being too small for her, was like a mini skirt, showing off her shapely legs. I wondered if Vicky had realised what she'd look like in it when she hired it.

I went back inside, and cooked myself some dinner, then tidied up. I was a little conscious that I had two milestones in my life, coming up. Firstly, I was due to turn forty in November, and a month after that, I'd have twenty years in The Job. I had no plans of leaving the force just yet, but I was thinking, This is not how I saw myself at the age of forty.

After dinner I decided to watch a little television, but one look at the TV guide showed there was nothing much worth watching on that night. I decided to look through my DVD's for something light-hearted, that didn't require too much mental effort, and I found a copy of "Sleepless In Seattle," that I didn't even realise I had. It must have got mixed in with the stuff I took with me when I moved out of my house, but it seemed to be the sort of movie I was looking for, so I started watching it.

About halfway through the movie, there was a knock at my door. I stopped the movie, and answered the knock, to find Krista standing outside, still wearing her witch's outfit, but without the pointy nose and the black hat. It was now dark outside, and Krista said, "Hey, Craig." She stepped in my door without waiting for an invitation, and it was then that I noticed she had ditched the big black witch's boots, and was now wearing black heels. They were emphasising the sexy shape of her legs, and she walked past me, looked around herself, and said, "What're you up to?"

"Watching a movie," I said, thinking it wasn't a good idea for her to be in here alone like this.

"You really live an exciting life," she said, smiling at me. She went over and sat on the middle cushion of my three-seater couch, and said, "I got a bit bored, thought I'd come and see what you're doing."

"How was the trick or treating?" I asked.

"Richie did okay," she said, "He's next door, working on his tooth decay as we speak."

"You probably shouldn't be here," I said.

"Why?" Krista asked, as though we'd never talked about this before.

"Does your mother know where you are?" I asked.

"Mum's getting lucky tonight, if you know what I mean," she said, smiling up at me from the couch, "She's got this on-again, off-again boyfriend, called Dallas." She sat back, sitting with her legs open, so I could see her black lace panties, under that too-small witch's dress, and she said, "At the moment, it's on-again." She sighed, and added, "I think Dallas is having a sleepover tonight. My mother is occ-upied."




Krista's Magic



"Krista," I said, using my firm but gentle voice, "You should sit like a lady."

"You shouldn't be looking," she answered back. She had a challenging look on her face.

"Krista, I've been cross-examined by experts in my time, so don't try and play word games with me," I said, trying to sound firm again, "and if you are going to come in here and talk to me, don't go flaunting yourself like that."

"Oooooh!" Krista said, "I love it when you get all authoritarian like that. It sends chills down my spine." She drew her knees together, and said, "I've got this fantasy. Do you want to hear about it?"

"I've got a feeling you're going to tell me anyway, so you I may as well say 'yes," I said. I sat on a kitchen chair, across the room from Krista, on the couch.

"I've got this fantasy that you arrest me for something," Krista said, "and you've gotta frisk me. You know, up against the wall, searching me for concealed weapons and stuff. Really thorough. Every little nook and cranny."

I couldn't help smiling, but I kept up my firm, policeman's voice, and I said, "Well sorry to bust your bubble, but that'll have to remain a fantasy. You see, you're a female, so if I arrested you, I'd have to get a female officer to search you." I let that sink in for a moment, and added, "And I'd make sure I got the biggest, ugliest, most intimidating female cop I could find to do it. You never know, she might even enjoy it."

"Eww!" Krista answered, distastefully, "I think you've just saved me from a life of crime." She turned around on the couch, so her head was now resting on the armrest to my right, and lifted her feet onto the other end, showing off those high heels, and she said, "Just changing the subject a little," pausing to smooth her dress down over her thighs, "Tonight, you told me I was cute."

"Yes," I said, speaking in a matter-of-fact voice, "But I meant 'cute' like a little girl wearing a wicked witch's outfit."

"You still said it," Krista persisted.

"What happened to Terry?" I asked, trying to turn the discussion away from what I'd said earlier.

"Oh, Terry," Krista said, dismissively, "He's old news. History. Ancient history in fact."

"Well, why can't you get another boy your own age?" I asked.

"Been there, done that," Krista said, "But that's the whole point. They're boys. They don't know anything." She sat up again, on the left cushion, and continued with, "But a guy like you on the other hand, would know how to treat a lady."

I had to chuckle at Krista, all of eighteen, saying that. "How do you know anything about how I treat a lady?"

"My instincts tell me," she replied, airily.

"Krista, I don't think this is a good conversation for us to be having," I said, but her reply was to look at the TV screen, and say, "What are you watching, anyway?"

She picked up the DVD cover from the coffee table, and looked at it, then, with mock sarcasm, she said, "Here we go. Sergeant Craig Strong takes time out from his action-packed police schedule to watch, wait for it," and she paused to turn the DVD cover around to show me, and said, "a chick movie." She giggled at herself, and my choice of movie, and she put the DVD cover on the table, and she said, "What on earth were you doing, watching that?"

"I just felt like something light," I said, with a little chuckle.

'I thought you'd at least be watching "Die Hard," or one of those Sylvester Stallone movies where he kicks the crap out of all the bad guys." She shook her head, and said, "I'm really disappointed."

"Sorry I shattered your illusions," I said, still chuckling, myself.

"Actually," Krista said, with something obviously going on in her head, "I've got an idea."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's Halloween," she replied, "So, you should get in the spirit of things, and watch a horror movie with me."

"Got none," I said, "I'm not a big fan of horror movies."

"That's okay," Krista answered, "We've got the 'Nightmare On Elm Street' boxed set next door. Every Freddy Krueger movie they ever made. Just the thing for Halloween viewing." She stood up, and said, "How about I go and get them, and we can sit here in the dark and watch Freddy Krueger, and if you get too scared, you can hold on to me for reassurance."

Suddenly, I had an idea. Krista was full of bravado, but I found myself wondering just how much of her was all talk. I remembered that when I unpacked my stuff, the day I moved in, I had come across my old copy of "Poltergeist," and I'd put it with all my DVD's. "How would you like to see something really scary?" I said.

"Like what?" Krista said, "I thought you didn't have any scary movies."

"I just remembered I've got one old one here," I said, kneeling down, to reach into the cupboard under my TV stand, and I looked through the DVD's and VHS movies in there, until I found "Poltergeist." I took it out, and Krista took one look, and said, "What's that?"

"A movie," I answered, like it was obvious.

"Is it black and white?" Krista asked, "It looks old enough." She was looking at it as though she thought it might jump out of my hand, and bite her.

"It's a video tape," I said, surprised she didn't seem to know. "When I was your age, all movies were like this," I added, slipping the tape from it's cardboard cover. I had to connect up my old VHS player to the TV set, but within a minute, I had the movie started.

I sat back on the left cushion of the three-seater couch, and Krista went to the light switch, and turned off the light, and as she sat on the right cushion, at the other end of the couch, slipping off her heels, she said, "You've gotta have the right atmosphere."

In my police career, I've seen stuff in real life that's as gruesome as any horror movie, but even so, some of the images in that old movie from the 1980's are enough to send a chill down my spine, especially when you don't see them coming. I've got to give Krista credit, it was twenty minutes or so into the move before she moved closer to me, and sat on the middle cushion of the couch, and a couple of times, she let out a scream, and covered her face. By the time the coffins started popping out of the ground, she was already holding onto my right arm, but when that first one popped up, and fell open, with a rag-clad skeleton bouncing out, she screamed, and literally jumped off the couch, to straddle my right thigh, with her back to the TV, burying her face into my right shoulder. "Omigod! Turn it off!" she wailed, throwing her right arm around my chest, "That's terrible! Turn it off."

I grabbed the remote, and hit "pause" instead of "stop," unintentionally freezing the frame on a hideous close-up image of a decayed skull, and still with her face pressed into my shoulder, Krista said, "Is it stopped?"

She turned to look over her right shoulder, and let out another scream when she saw the TV screen, once again burying her face against my chest. "Turn it off!" she said, her voice muffled by her mouth being pressed into my shirt. This time I grabbed the TV remote, switching the TV right off. The room went dark, and Krista lifted her face from my chest, and said, in a quiet voice, "Is it safe to look?"

"It's only a movie," I said, gently. I only meant to have a little fun with Krista, seeing she was talking big earlier on, and I felt a little guilty that I'd frightened the daylights out of her. "You okay?" I asked.

"Fuck, no!" Krista replied, and then, more quietly, she said, "Oops, sorry. I mean, no, Craig, I'm not all right." With a giggle in her voice, she added, "That was the scariest thing I've ever seen." She put her arms around my chest, still straddling my thigh, and said, "You better let me hold onto you till I get back to normal."

This probably wasn't the result I expected when I decided to show the old movie to Krista, but I was now sitting on my couch, alone, with a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl, who had both arms wrapped around me. I felt a hot wave of excitement going through me, and that lump in the throat feeling, but I had my arms down by my sides, avoiding, or more to the point, fighting off, my natural instinct to embrace this lovely body. For a few moments, we stayed like that, neither of us speaking, until Krista broke the silence. "For God's sake, Craig," she said, lifting her head from my chest, "Put your arms around me, and hold me. We both know where this is leading."

"Krista," I said, "we better stop this now, because we can't do anything. You know that."

"Why not?" she asked, "I'm legal, I'm not virgin, and I'm safe."

I looked at her, unsure of which of those three things to address first, but before I spoke, Krista started again, and said, "Terry and I started doing it after I turned eighteen. Mum said it was better to be safe than sorry, and she took me to the doctor, and he put me on the pill."

"Was Terry your first?" I said, not that it was any of my business.

"Yes," she said, "He's the only one so far, but I'm hoping that'll change tonight." She looked at my mouth, and said, "Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to help myself?" Without waiting for an answer, Krista kissed me on the mouth. It was a fairly brief, but very exciting, kiss, and she broke it, and drew her head back, looking at me for my reaction. I didn't make her wait long. Consumed by a sudden, overwhelming desire for her, I moved my arms up, around Krista's shoulders, and pulled her to myself, kissing her hot and hard on her pretty mouth, holding the kiss as long as I felt decent.

When I broke the kiss, Krista took a breath, and said, "So, I guess that's your answer." She began to shuffle around a little, so instead of straddling my right thigh, she was now straddling both my thighs, and facing me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, holding her sexy little body, letting my hands move to the small of her back.

"Of course I want to do this," Krista whispered in the dark, kissing me once more, "I've wanted to do this for ages."

"Once it's done, it can't be undone," I said, as I felt the excitement welling up in me.

"Let's just do it," Krista responded. She moved in to kiss me again, and for the first time, out tongues met, as we kissed passionately, tasting and exploring each other's mouths. We kissed like that for a few moments, and as we broke the sexy kiss, I took hold of the hem of Krista's black, wicked witch dress, lifting it, and she took the weight on her own thighs, lifting her bottom so I could pull her dress up over her hips. Her black lace bikini pants were now exposed, and now that my eyes were adjusted to the darkness, I could see her properly. I reached down between Krista's legs, to brush against her pussy, feeling the warmth through the crotch of her panties.

"I'm all yours," Krista whispered, "You're the one with all the experience. You should take the lead, and show me what it's like to do this with a man."

"Let me take you into my room," I said, "We can be more comfortable in there."

"I want you to take charge," Krista whispered, with her lips almost touching mine, "I want you to say, 'I'm taking you to my room,' not 'Let me take you to my room." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Okay," I said, "I'm going to take you to my room. Happy now?"

"Not as happy as I'm gonna be," Krista said. She slipped back off me, and stood in front of me as I sat on the couch, and she said, "Come on, take me to your room."

I stood up, and after what Krista had said about taking charge, I took hold of her, embracing her sweet, curvy body, and kissing her hard on the mouth. I felt a little shudder go through her body as I kissed her, and after breaking the kiss at my own leisure, I reached down abruptly, lifting her and throwing her over my right shoulder. "You're coming to my room now, " I said, as I started heading towards my bedroom door.

"This is what I meant by taking charge," Krista said, bent over my shoulder with her head down near my lower back, as I strode the few steps to my bedroom door, and once inside, I stepped over, and set her down on her feet, at the foot of my double bed. I was now sizzling with the desire to possess this beautiful girl, to have her carnally, and so satisfy the overwhelming lust she had ignited in me, but I was also conscious that she was just that- a girl, and as much as she had invited me to "take charge," I could not bring myself to just help myself to her body, plundering her sexually, without allowing her the option to set some boundaries.

I kissed Krista's soft, sweet mouth, one more time, and I said, "Krista, you told me to 'take charge,' but this is about you, too. Okay" She nodded, but didn't speak, and I said, "I'm going to take off your clothes, and put you on my bed, and I'm going to go down on you, but I'll only do that if you feel comfortable with it." I swallowed, and I added, "If I go down on you, and lick your pussy, it will give me a lot of excitement, and I think you'll like it too, but I'll only do it if you're okay with it."

"I've fantasised about you going down on me," Krista said, "so I'm more than just okay with it."

"I just don't want you to feel like you're being used," I said, gently, holding Krista by her slender shoulders, "I want you to enjoy this, too."

"Well, you better get my clothes off, then," Krista said, "I'll let you know if I feel uncomfortable, but I don't think that's gonna happen." I undid the buttons at the front of Krista's black wicked witch outfit, and slipped it over her shoulders, tossing it on the floor. In the moonlight coming though the window, I saw she was wearing a black sports bra, along with her black lace pants, and she looked down at her bra, and back up at me.

I unclipped Krista's bra, and slipped it off her, dropping it on the floor with her dress, and then I looked at her perky, firm, rounded breasts. "They're lovely," I said, as I gently fondled both breasts with my hands, stroking the nipples with my thumbs.

"They're sensitive, too," Krista whispered, looking down at her own breasts, then back up at me again. I bent down, gently kissing her right breast, then placing my lips over her nipple, and caressing it with my tongue. Krista took a sharp breath, and she shuddered again, and said, "That's nice."

I took my mouth from Krista's pretty little breast, and I said, "I might spend some time on those later, but right now, I'm going to put you on my bed, and go down on you."

Krista gave me an oddly solemn look, but did not speak, so I said, "I'm going to lick you on your pussy, Krista. I'm going to taste your clit, and I'm going to put my tongue up inside you. I'm telling you this so you know exactly what I'm going to do."

"Well, someone's gotta be the first," she said, smiling mischievously.

"You mean nobody's ever gone down on you?" I asked.

"Only you in my daydreams," she said, still with that cute little smile.

"So, you've got no problem with me kissing you, and tasting the most private part of your body?" I asked, "It's very intimate."

I saw Krista swallow, and she said, "I want it, just like I want you." I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her around to the side of my double bed, and placed her down on her back. I slipped her black lace panties off, and she assisted by lifting her bottom, looking at my face intently as I looked at her pussy for the first time.

Krista's pubic hair was natural, but grew in a neat triangle, and I gently ran the fingers of my left hand through her bush, and then pressed the tip of my long finger into the top of her pussy slit. "Would you prefer I was shaved?" Krista asked, speaking softly.

"No," I answered, looking down at her pretty little pussy, in the moonlight from the window, "You look beautiful down there." I very gently fondled her pussy lips with the fingers of my right hand, then stroked her labia with my thumb and first finger.

"That's good," she answered, still speaking softly, "because I was thinking about shaving myself. If you like it natural, I'll leave it that way."

"It makes you look more grown up," I said with a little chuckle, but Krista simply said, "I thought I heard you say something about licking me."

I had Krista lying on the right side of the double bed, so I knelt down on the floor, beside her, and parted her thighs very gently. Then, I moved down to kiss her on her inner lips, which were a little swollen, and just protruding from her outer labia. I kissed her again, and this time, I held the kiss, and gently worked my tongue between her inner lips, tasting her pussy, and the fluid that was oozing from her. The scent, and taste, of Krista's pussy were both exquisite, and immediately, my arousal went up about four notches.

As my tongue probed at her most secret spots, Krista sighed and said, "Mmmmmm, that feels so good. It's even better than I dreamed it would be." I worked my tongue down towards the opening of her pussy, tasting her there, and then working it inside her. Once again, Krista flinched a little, and took a shuddering breath, and I pushed my tongue right up inside her, gently tongue-fucking her for a few strokes.

I withdrew my tongue, and then swept it back up between her inner lips again, but this time there seemed to be more of her sweet, sexy nectar pooled there, so I swept some into my mouth, tasting and enjoying the fluids Krista's arousal had drawn from her.

Then, I gently brushed the left side of my tongue against her clit, and she gave a little involuntary jerk. "Ooh!" she said, "I didn't expect that."

I decided it was time to get a little serious with Krista's clit, so I worked my face a little further into her pussy, and she opened her thighs just a little wider to give me better access. My lips were now coated with her slippery sex fluids, so I placed them around her clit, and moved my mouth back and forth a few times, and almost immediately, I heard a throaty gasp from Krista's mouth, as I she lifted her pelvis from the bed. "Oh, Craig!" she cried out, "What'd you do then?"

I released her clit from my lips, and Krista relaxed. "That felt so good," she said, speaking quietly, but with a note of excitement in her voice.

"I can make you come, doing that," I said, looking at her face from down near her pussy, although once I said it, I hoped I hadn't lost my touch from lack of practice.

"Really?" Krista said, "I only get orgasms from touching myself."

"I thought you said you and Terry were having sex," I said.

"I never used to come, though," she said, "I wanted to, but it never happened."

"But you've had orgasms, haven't you?" I asked, thinking this had brought a new dimension to what Krista and I were about to do.

"Only when no-one else is around," she answered, with that smile again.

"Did you ever get on top?" I asked. Krista shook her head, and said, "Never. Terry's not very adventurous."

I stood up, and I walked around to the other side of the bed, and I lay next to Krista on her left side. I turned to my right, and put my left arm over her chest, and I held to her to me, and I said, "Krista, in my experience, women nearly always come when they get on top. Do you want to try that?"

She smiled, such a cute little smile, it was almost out of place in an encounter like this, and she said, "You really want to make me come?"

"Of course I do," I whispered, "I told you this was about you, too."

"Maybe we should get started," Krista said, and she sat up and moved down, to kneel next to me. She looked at my crotch, which was now bulging with my hard cock, and she said, "Do you want me to take your pants off?"

"One of us has to," I said, "And I guess I took yours off, so go ahead."

Krista undid my belt, and began to slip my jeans down, while I lifted my bottom to help out. "This was supposed to be you taking charge, but it's more like a team effort, now," she said, as she slipped my jeans and underwear off, and dropped them down with her dress on the floor. She looked at my erect cock, then at me, but said nothing.




Krista's Magic



"Making love is supposed to be a team effort," I said, speaking gently, watching this beautiful, naked, young girl, as she moved up the bed to kiss me on the mouth.

"Let's take one for the team, then" Krista chuckled, as she climbed on top of me, and then sat back, squatting over my hard cock. "So, I just climb on?" she asked, looking at me as though she really needed to know that.

"That's it," I said.

"One more thing," Krista said, as though her mind was working on something. She sat back down beside my cock, and said, "Just for the fun of it, there's one 'take charge' thing I want you to do." She looked down at my cock.

"What's that?" I asked, curious about where she was going.

"I've never gone down on a guy, and I want to try it, but what I want you to do, is use your best cranky old sergeant voice, and say, 'Krista, suck my cock!' Say it like it's an order."

The sound of Krista's girlish voice, trying to sound like a cranky old sergeant was so funny, I burst out laughing, and so did Krista. "Krista!" I said, my voice sounding more croaky with laughter than stentorian, "Suck my cock!"

We both started laughing again, and Krista said, "This is not how I pictured that in my head," but she leant down, and tried to go down on me. Even though I was only watching her, and I had not said anything further, she said, "Stop makin' me laugh. I can't get my lips around it." Once she got over her giggles, Krista leaned down, and gently placed her lips on the shiny head of my hard cock. She had a look of concentration on her face, as she took about two inches into her pretty little mouth, and she bobbed her head a few times, rubbing the tip of my cock with her tongue. Her soft, warm mouth certainly felt fantastic on my cock, but she was no expert at giving head. Even so, it was enough to make me flinch a couple of times, and she took her mouth away, and looked at me. "Did you like that?" she asked.

"It was great for a beginner," I said, encouragingly.

"It's kind of exciting, having it in my mouth," she said, and makes me want it in my pussy even more," she said, smiling at me in surprise, "I could feel myself getting wetter." She moved up, to rest her head on my chest, as I lay on my back, and with our faces close, Krista said, "I could get to like that. You and I are gonna have to spend some time practising this oral sex thing." She sat back, like she was before, ready to squat over my cock, and she said, "Now, where was I?"

Krista took my hard cock in her right hand, and gently lowered herself, guiding the head to her pussy, and as I felt my cock touching the warm, wet, slippery opening, she took a quick little breath through her mouth, and lowered herself a little. Her pussy was snug, but she was also very wet, and as I watched about half of my tool going inside her, I felt the walls embracing me. She lifted a little, and the movement of her tight pussy on my cock made me flinch with pleasure, and Krista smiled at me, saying, "I must be doing something right."

"You're going great," I said, and Krista eased back down, taking more of my cock inside this time. She lifted again, bringing another flinch from me, and she said, "I could have gone all the way down then, but I just wanted to tease you." Her smile was wickedly sweet.

She eased back down, and the feeling of my cock right inside her, with her slick, slippery pussy walls hugging me, was almost breathtaking. Now that my cock was buried up inside her, Krista lay on top of me, kissing my mouth, and beginning to stroke her pelvis gently, as she got used to the feelings herself. She took a breath, and said, "Hold me," as I placed my arms around her, and she started to move a little faster, swallowing, and saying, "I've never done it this way, but it feels incredible."

"If you're on top, you can be in control," I said, taking a shuddering breath myself, "It'll push on your clit and, you'll probably be able to come," I added, hearing the strain in my own voice. Krista and I had barely started fucking, but her pussy was so snug, so wet, that every movement she made was ecstasy for me, and I had to resist the urge to grip her buttocks, and just start thrusting into her until I satisfied myself.

Krista started to thrust a little faster, in short strokes, and she said, "Ohh! I can feel that! I can feel that!" She shuffled a little, pushing her pelvis closer into mine, and started thrusting again, now taking me further inside herself, and she began to thrust faster, deeper, now moving her pussy along almost the full length of my unyielding cock. The pleasure was mounting in me, but I fought the urge to finish myself off inside her lovely body, and I put my hands on her firm buttocks, feeling them clench with every thrust.

"It's getting better," Krista said, her face suddenly serious, her eyes starting to focus in the distance, her thrusting becoming faster, as I met her every movement with a tilt of my own pelvis. "You were right," she said, "I think I'm gonna come! I think I'm gonna come!"

Her body began to shudder, as her thrusting became a little more erratic, and she lifted her head, with a look on her face as though she was about to cry, and she cried out, "Ohh, so good! Too good! Ohh, God!! That's good!!" as I felt her pussy walls clamping around my cock. Krista closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, as a spasm wracked her whole body, and I realised I could not hold back any longer myself. My own climax burst inside me, in a wave of ecstasy that consumed my entire soul for a few precious seconds, as I felt myself coming hard inside Krista's pulsing pussy. Spurt after spurt, wave after wave, my orgasm was truly amazing, and from whatever place I went for those few moments, I realised I hadn't come like this for years.

As reality returned, and the final twinges of sweetness faded, I found that Krista was lying with her head on my chest, breathing hard, and I could feel the beating of her heart. My arms were around her shoulders, hugging her to me, and I could feel the film of sweat on her naked body. My softening cock was still held inside her, and she lifted her head to look at me, and she said, "That was gorgeous!" She moved to kiss me, open-mouthed and offering me some tongue, and her kiss was like a sweet little postscript to the hot sex we had just had.

"Are you okay? I asked.

"When I stop tingling, I'll let you know," she said, and added, "That was awesome!"

"I'll second that," I said, "That was just amazing."

"Really?" Krista asked, lifting her head to look at me, as though she wasn't sure if I was just saying that to make her feel good, "You mean that was special for you, too?"

"That was more than special, Krista," I said, "That was fantastic." I took a breath, and swallowed so I could continue and I added, "It isn't always like that. It's always good, but not always that good. You were great." I knew I was gushing, but I couldn't help myself.

"We were great," Krista answered, "That was a team effort." She climbed off me, and lay down on my left, in my double bed, and I held her to myself, as we lay there. We talked quietly for a while, and she told me her instincts were right, and I did know how to treat a lady, but as we spoke, I realised I had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. I decided to worry about that later, because after all, that was tomorrow, and this was now.

That night, Krista had come to my little house, dressed as a make-believe witch, but her magic turned out to be very real. It was as though she had cast a spell over me, and I realised that, whatever the consequences, I would never be the same again.



Kristeena



The first time I met Kristeena was in church. She was a pretty girl with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. I had known her for years, and we had grown up together in church, her family sitting a few rows back from mine. She had a large family of seven – typical for a lot of Catholics – and even though she was recently eighteen, she was still living with her parents to help raise the younger children, who ranged from her sixteen year old sister down to the newborn twins. I always felt guilty about the thoughts that went through my head during the service, looking back every few minutes at her studiously listening to every word the priest was saying while I imagined what she looked like naked. I had a good imagination too, because her dresses had always been long for even the most conservative of Catholic girls

But apparently her parents had decided since she turned eighteen to allow her to wear what she wanted. Having known her for years, it was quite a shock to turn around mid-service the week after her eighteenth birthday only to see a pair of panties peeking from beneath a very short yellow skirt. It was Kristeena, and she was wearing make-up too – a first for her. Like her clothing, it must have only been permitted since her birthday. Her thin brows were furrowed in concentration and her luscious red lips pursed as she followed along with the priest's reading. Suddenly, without warning, her eyes darted over and caught me staring up her skirt. I thought quickly and boldly met her gaze before slowly running my eyes down her body. Her parents, seated to her left, were intent on the Bible in their laps and paid no attention. 

Instead of closing her legs in horror, I saw a flicker of a smile on her face and a little pink tongue slowly lick her upper lip. Then, to my astonishment, her legs slowly parted. It was barely a movement, just a slight adjustment to anyone else, but it opened up a whole new world to my gaze. I could see the silky smoothness up her upper thighs, her satin pink panties, and, unless it was my imagination, a small wet spot soaking through. I felt a lump in my throat and turned back to the priest's melodic droning, my heart pounding in my chest. A moment later I heard a soft cough. Turning back, I saw that her hand had moved from the top of her Bible to her legs and she was slowly running her fingers along her thigh, her brilliant blue eyes glued to my face. Casting a furtive glance over at her parents, she gently lifted her heavy bible up from her lap and quickly slid her other hand beneath it, setting the Bible back down. This way, its heavy pages rested on both legs, but the front was tilted up giving me a look at something I never thought to see in church. Her fingers went straight to her panties, rubbing the smooth fabric with a slow back and forth motion. I saw her arch her back slightly, biting her lip and closing her eyes. I couldn't believe it. This young beauty was masturbating in church just for me! My cock was straining in my pants, but I dare not move, being that I was seated in the front row. The aching intensified as I saw her gently pull the panties aside, revealing two of the most perfect pussy lips I have ever seen, smooth and pink and now definitely glittering with moisture. She gently inserted one finger, first up to the knuckle, then all the way, and I heard a sharp intake of breath which she covered with another soft cough. Her mother glanced over absently, but saw nothing and returned to her Bible. Kristeena's eyes met mine and she nodded her head slightly in the direction of the back. I couldn't believe it: she was asking me to follow! I nodded once and turned back to the front, my breathing quickening, my heart now like a jack hammer in my chest. I heard her slowly rise and whisper something to her mother, before sidling out of the aisle. I waited thirty seconds before doing the same, trying to do everything as slowly as possible, knowing someone would stop me at any second. As I walked down the aisle, I focused straight ahead, terrified of meeting anyone's eyes. I reached the back door of the auditorium and stepped out into the hall, exhaling sharply as I did so and realizing I had been holding my breath. I looked around for a moment before I saw her at the other end, glancing over her shoulder and disappearing around a corner, her dark hair floating about her head like a ghostly trail. I hurried after her, adjusting my cock in the tight confines of my pants, wishing I could pull it out right there. But I was surrounded by closed doors and the sounds of children in nurseries and Sunday school classes that told me I was not yet in the clear. I reached the end of the hall and found her waiting for me around the corner in front of an large, open room. She grabbed me by the shirt ad pulled me inside, shutting the heavy door behind me and locking it. 

Without a word, our lips met, all the passion from her little show exploding in each others mouths. Our hands were all over one another, tearing of ties and shirts and blouses. Her tongue was buried in my mouth, probing wildly as if battling mine for dominance. My hands found their way beneath her skirt, gripping her luscious ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing them before I shoved them beneath her panties to pull her cheeks apart, gently rubbing her asshole while she ground her hips against the hardness in my pants. But I knew we had little time. As I undid her bra strap, her shaking hands were fumbling with my belt and zipper. Her beautiful tits spilled out, creamy and soft, tiny pink nipples swollen erect with excitement. I devoured them hungrily as her hands finally finished their work with my pants and she dove one beneath my boxers, gripping my cock with inexperienced but eager hands and began stroking it. I could finally handle it no longer, shoving my pants and boxers down around my ankles and pushing her to the ground. She willingly obliged, turning over to kneel on all fours and still wearing her skirt, her perfect little ass turned up in eager anticipation. I dropped to my knees, yanking her panties down to expose her beautiful asshole and pussy looking up at me, wet and pink, cunt dripping with readiness. My cock was throbbing hungrily, my purple head engorged with blood looking as if it was about to explode. Without hesitation I plunged it in, all seven inches sliding through her sopping wet twat all the way up to my balls. She cried out, her back arching and head thrown back.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled. 

"Shut the fuck up!" was my whispered response. "You're gonna get us caught."

She obediently lowered her head to the floor, covering her hand with her mouth to muffle her moans as I began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, but more and more rapidly. Her cunt was so tight, I knew she had to be a virgin, but the lack of blood told me that my cock was not the first object shoved in her perfect little pussy. The slap slap of my balls against her was accompanied only by an ecstatic moan with each thrust. I pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her brown little asshole before letting some spit drip down into it, enjoying the way it pooled around the rosebud. Licking my middle finger, I slowly pushed it inside of her. Her groans turned to muffled screams, and I felt her cunt tighten around my cock as she quickened the pace, slamming her ass back against me as if desperate to drive me deeper and deeper into her. I shoved another finger and then another into her asshole, each one accompanied by a cry of pleasure and pain until I had three finger knuckle deep spreading her asshole open. I let a long stream of saliva from between my lips down to her opened hole and watching it disappear inside of her, sliding into her bowels. Knowing I was close, I removed my hands and gripped both hips, increasing the tempo until her punctuated moans became one long animalistic cry. Suddenly, I pulled myself out of her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her around to face me. Her cheeks were flushed and her lipstick smeared from covering her mouth, and at that moment, all I wanted was to blow my load all over her face. I began pumping my cock fiercely, but she looked confused.

"Why did you stop?" she begged. "Don't stop!"

"I wanna cum on your face. In your mouth and on your tits!"

Her eyes lit up. Her inexperience was rapidly turning into unbridled lust. 

"Oh yea, cum all over me!" she begged. "Cum on my tits and mouth! Yea cum in my mouth! I wanna swallow you!"

These words coming from a girl I had seen grow up in church my whole life were all the encouragement I need. With a gasp, I jerked and a steady stream of jizz exploded from my cock, splattering against her face, tits, and even inside her mouth. She quickly put her mouth over my cock and began to suck me down, swallowing as quickly as her mouth filled up. When I was finished, I fell back to the ground, breathing heavily. She began wiping the cum off her face and tits, and licking it off her fingers with relish.

"Oh my God," she whispered, "It's so good!"

I had risen by this time and was pulling my pants back up. She sat there for a moment longer, inspecting herself to ensure no jizz was being wasted before following suit. A few minutes of silent dressing, and we were ready to leave.

She opened the door and started to walk out before stopping suddenly and peeking her head back in. 

"Thanks," she whispered. 

And then was gone. I waited a few more minutes before following, my mind racing with what had just happened. All I could think was, "God, I can't wait until next Sunday!"