0 comments/ 307209 views/ 12 favorites Making Amends By: BeccaAnn The porch light was out when I came up the walk. That means trouble. It means that Mom or Dad woke up sometime after my curfew and realized I still wasn’t home. Not that I think I need a curfew - after all I am eighteen. But Daddy says as long as I’m still living under his roof then I’ll abide by his rules. I leave for college in one month, so I guess I can live with it until then. I bend over, quite a feat in the clothes I’m wearing and lift the doormat to find the key. I can’t see anything since the light is out, and it takes several minutes for me to determine the key isn’t there anymore. They must be really pissed. It is nearly 3 am, and I was supposed to be in a 12:30. My friend Laura and I were at this rave and just totally lost track of time. Normally I change before I come home from a party, but this time I just threw a baggy sweatshirt over my halter-top and coochie cutters. All that peaks from beneath the sweatshirt is a tiny triangle of fabric in front, and the round bottom of my tight little ass cheeks. I do a little tug, to straighten myself out as I rise from the mat. The shorts are tight, and have been pressing against my pussy lips all night. I could smell myself driving home in the car. All I could think about on the drive home, was that I hoped that no one noticed I was so late coming home, and that I desperately needed to play with my pussy. Now I know both hopes are dashed. I’m going to have to knock on the door to get let in, and the resulting fight will ensure I don’t get to shove anything in my box for several hours. Just as I am about to knock I see the living room light come on inside. I see Mom’s small, thin shape winding toward me in the darkness and say thanks it is not Daddy awake. She opens the door, her mouth a thin line of disapproval. I walk through the open door, pulling my sweatshirt lower, hoping she wont notice. “You’ve really done it this time Kara Nicole,” she scolds. “Your father is furious. He’s waiting for you in the living room.” We stand there for an awkward moment, before she turns and goes into the living room. I follow her, pulling hard on my sweatshirt. I know the second I am in full light my mother will be as angry as my father. I turn the corner and stop abruptly, for not only is my father waiting in the living room, but my sister and brother as well. Tina is 20 - a tall girl with an athletic build. She has small, high breasts with the largest nipples I’ve ever seen, and long muscular legs. If you looked at Tina and I side by side from the neck down you would never know we are sisters. I am much shorter than her, with a thin build, and while my tits still aren’t huge, they fit well on my frame. From the neck up however Tina and I are near mirror images. We inherited our black hair, fair skin and green eyes from our mother’s side of the family. Jason, my brother, at 21, looks more like our father. He is several inches over six feet, with the build and musculature of a quarterback. His hair is a sandy brown, his eyes a startling shade of blue. I’ve often thought to myself that my brother is quite handsome. Both Jason and Tina come home during the summer semesters at school to work. Normally I love to see them, but I sensed tonight that their presence didn’t bode well for me. My mother sat in the couch between Jason and Tina, and Daddy sat alone in his armchair. I stood in front of them, feeling smaller every second. Daddy’s voice was deep and thick with sleep when he finally spoke. “Where have you been Kara?” I swallowed a few times, trying to make my mouth work, but before I could answer he spoke again. “It doesn’t matter where you’ve been I suppose. I can see what you’ve been doing.” My face flushed instantly at his insinuation. While I dressed provocatively, and often flirt, I am known as a cock tease only. I have never been with a man. “No Daddy, I .. “ “Be quiet Kara,” Daddy ordered quietly. “This family will not tolerate anymore of your behavior. This is the third time this week you have come home after curfew. Don’t think we didn’t notice. You brother and sister both abide by my rules and I expect the same from you. Your behavior shames this family, and thus the whole family will see you receive your punishment. Come here.” Now I am not a stupid girl, I know when to fight and when to cut my losses. I could tell by the set of Daddy’s jaw that tonight it would be better not to argue. I walked slowly to his chair. “Take off your sweatshirt Kara, so your family can see how you have representing them.” Now I wanted to die, to disappear into the carpet. But slowly I grasped the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I felt the pull of my shorts as they rode higher into my crotch with the stretching motion. I knew that Daddy could perfectly see the outline of my pussy lips, and that Mom, Jason and Tina could probably see half of my ass. My halter-top is tight, and rides up without constant correction. Now it is nestled comfortably just beneath my breasts. My nipples are hard, my skin flushed and I can imagine the image I represent now. I hear my mother gasp, and see the frown on Dad’s face. “You look like a slut Kara. Did your mother and I raise you to be a slut?” “No Sir,” I meekly reply. “As your punishment you will receive forty spanks, ten by each member of the family. You will count each one out loud, and thank each person for helping to punish you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I nearly sob. Spankings have always been a family affair. Daddy has always said that public humiliation stings longer, and so from the time I was a tiny girl the ritual has been the same. The one being spanked kneels down, puts their head on the floor and their bottom in the air. Everyone sits on the couch and watches Daddy spank. This is the first time that everyone has spanked someone. I know Daddy is really mad. I slowly turn from him, and walk to the center of the living room. I drop to my knees, and lean down, placing my cheek against the harsh carpet. I feel the crotch of my shorts nearly disappear into my pussy, and I know that my lips, as well as most of my ass are probably visible. “Tina,” Daddy says, “you go first.” My eyes are tightly shut and I hear Tina rise and move toward me. I feel her kneel next to me and place one hand on my bare back. She leans forward and whispers to me, “I can even smell you, slut.” Now I should explain that my sister and I don’t get along. Actually we pretty much hate each other, and I knew she would make this as painful as she could. She raised her hand and brought it down swift. SLAP! I jumped in surprise at the strength of my sister. “One,” I began counting. SLAP! “Two.” SLAP! “Three.” Already I could feel my butt warming, the sting lingering after only the third blow. SLAP! “Four.” SLAP! “Five.” I felt the tingle begin - the same sensation that I feel when I’ve used my hairbrush on myself. I will it to go away. But it does not good, as the sixth, and seventh and eight blows fall, I feel my pussy pulse and moisten. SLAP! “Nine.” SLAP! “Ten.” My sister rises from next to me, and I open my eyes to see a smug smile on her face. “Thank you for helping to punish me Tina,” I whisper. She smiles wider, and I cant help but think how disappointed she would be if she knew how much I wanted it to continue. I hear another person rise from the couch, and can tell by the quiet shuffle it is my mother. She kneels beside me, again places her hand on the small of my back. slap! Her hand falls much gentler than Tina’s. “One.” slap! “Two.” slap! “Three.” She is too gentle, and I find myself pushing back against her hand. I push back just as her hand falls, and contact is made with my pussy. slap! Just that slight tap against my already sensitive cunt makes me gasp, and I forget to count. My mother pulls back; sitting on her heels, and holds up her hand. “Michael,” she says, holding up her hand. “I think she’s enjoying this.” You can see three drops of cum glistening on her fingers, and she wipes them on the back of my leg. My Dad rises swiftly from his chair and closes the gap between us in three long strides. His hand is suddenly between my legs and rubbing, and again I moan aloud and thrust automatically toward him. He withdraws his hand and lifts it to his face, sniffing. “What a whore,” he spits. His fist is suddenly in my hair, dragging me upward. He whips me around to face my family. “Do you like this Kara? Do you like being spanked?” When I don’t answer he shakes me hard. “Answer me girl? Are you a slut how gets off from being spanked by her own family?” Again I don’t answer, and he shakes harder, pain shooting through my skull. “Yes,” I whisper. “Say it louder whore.” “Yes Daddy.” As soon as the words are from my mouth, he releases me. His movement are quick, and without a chance to resist at all I find my shirt pulled over my head and my shorts around my ankles. “Well Kara, if you are going to act like a slut, then we are going to treat you like one.” He grasps my hair again, pulling me down to the floor. He releases the tie of his bathrobe and lets it fall open. His cock is eye level with me, large and straining against his briefs. “Suck it slut,” he orders. I glance quickly at my mother, and see that not only her, but Jason and Tina as well are looking on in rapture. Their mouths are slightly open, breathing hard. Jason’s hand is on his crotch, rubbing slightly. I turn back to Daddy and find he has released his cock. It is only maybe six inches long, but it is as wide as a soda bottle. He pulls my head toward him, and I barely have time to take a breath before his dick is in my mouth. He moans aloud, his other hand coming also to rest within my hair. “That’s it Kara, show Daddy what a slut you are.” I have no choice, he is fucking my face - thrusting forward with his hips and pulling me to him by my hair. I am suddenly overwhelmed by the fact I’m sucking my Daddy’s penis, and slight tremors run through me. I release my subconscious grip on Daddy’s thighs and one hand goes to my left breast, pinching and tugging at the nipple. The other goes to my pussy, I feel the wet trails on my thighs, as I plunge three fingers upward. Daddy’s humping motion rocks us both, and the thrust of my hand matches tempo with his cock. My lips barely fit around it, my teeth gently scraping how and then, and when that happens his hand momentarily fists tighter in my hair. Suddenly he stops, releasing me. The taste of pre-cum is on my lips and I want more. I want to suck my father’s dick more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Again, before I could make a move, Daddy is moving. He comes behind me, grabbing my hair, and pushes me toward the couch. I see Tina, once hand beneath her tee shirt, and I know she is probably pulling on her nipples, like I was moments earlier. Mom’s hands are clasped tightly between her thighs, and she is rocking slightly back and forth. Jason sits between then, one hand in his shorts, open jacking his cock. “Take out your brothers dick,” Daddy commands. “Suck him.” I don’t have to be told twice, and pull him hastily free of his clothes. His dick is longer than Daddy’s, but not nearly as fat. If feel more like a popsicle. I feel Jason’s hands replace Dads and then Dad’s hands on my hips. I realize suddenly what he means to do. I am scared now - I’m a cock virgin, and I don’t think Daddy can fit inside me. I pull away from Jason, “Daddy no!” I receive a quick, sharp slap on the ass. “Put that dick back in your mouth Kara!” “Daddy please, I’ve never done that before Daddy! You’re too big. Daddy please!” He laughs at me. “You expect me to believe a slut like you has never had a dick in her? You suck your father and brother off without any objection, and expect me to believe you’ve never fucked anybody? Spread your legs Kara, or we’ll do it the hard way.” Try as I might I couldn’t bring myself to move, I was paralyzed. Daddy’s hand was suddenly back on my head, thrusting me down into Jason’s lap. His public hair tickled, an I could feel the hardness of his half satisfied cock against my cheek. “Tina, Mary - grab her arms.” I feel them, my sister and mother, holding me down. I feel Daddy’s knee come between my legs. My wetness has slicked the entire inside of my legs, and he slides easily between. He has me open now, my tight pink slit open to him. I am trembling, I am afraid, but I need it so bad. I turn my face and again take Jason’s cock in my mouth. I feel Daddy’s hands spreading my ass, and then his moan of pleasure. He is rubbing against me now - sliding his thick cock up and down my wet pussy lips. I feel him stop, just at the entrance, the large mushroom head gently pushing against me. He rocks back and forth, and in time with Jason’s thrusting, works the tip of his cock inside his little girl. I am moaning into my brother’s crotch now, sucking for all I’m worth. I’ve never been so full. Mom eases her grip on my arm, and I quickly pull my hand free, pressing it against her flannel covered mound. She moans aloud, and I find Tina releasing my other arm, and placing it herself against her bare pussy. Daddy is pushing deeper, thrusting a little harder each time, and Jason’s grip is tightening in my hair. I fingers find the folds of Tina’s damp pussy, and she is kneeling over my hand now, lunging herself up and down on my digits. Mom raises her gown and the fingers of my other hand slip beneath the elastic of her panties and into her warm, hairy bush. Daddy’s hands are on my hips, pulling me - and I can feel my pussy stretching wide. I raise my head just enough to encourage him. “Yes Daddy, fuck me! Harder Daddy, give me all your fat cock.” I slide my tongue back over Jason’s dick, just as Daddy buries all of himself in me with one final shove. I am so full of cock at his moment, so aware of the thickness of the cum coating my fingers from my mother and sister, that I cannot stop the orgasm. It washes over me, making me spasm around my Daddy, my hands and arms trembling. I suck in, trying to breathe through Jason’s meat. I feel him trembling too, and suddenly my mouth is filled with cum, warm and sweet, sliding down my throat. It sends me into a second orgasm, and I hump back against Daddy, moaning aloud, cum dribbling down my chin as Daddy empties his cock into my virgin womb. I collapse into Jason’s arms, feel Daddy pull his dick from me. He gently turns me around, and lifts me off the floor, settling me in Jason’s arms. He stands before me, raising his limp dick and says, “Be a good little slut and clean Daddy up.” To be continued . . . Making Amends I awoke to the unthinkable; Columbus High school had had a fatal shooting. I stood in shock as the news broadcast told the story about a outsider kid who got fed up with being made fun of and went nuts in the schools main courtyard with his Dad's handgun, killing two and injuring thirteen before he killed himself. Although this wasn't the first time something like this happened in the country, but what made it so much of a shock for me was that Columbus High was not five miles from the high school I go to now Longpark. As I sat and ate breakfast I thought about how bad it must have been for the shooter. Getting made fun of was nothing new to me. I'm six feet tall and skinny, and I'm not really a vision of popularity. I know what it is like to get constantly harassed by everyone at school. I found myself thinking about what I'd do in the same situation, and quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. As bad as being made fun of, I knew it would all pass after school was over and done with. Besides why would I want to be friends with the jerks from school? I wouldn't mind a couple of the cheerleaders though but to hell with it. At school the mood was definitely somber. The usual chatter of the main courtyard was down to a dull murmur. I think the scare of just how close that shooting was, really hit home with everyone at school. Even the jock table ignored me as I walked toward my class. No one even glanced my way to say some lewd remark or anything. My first class was art and I really liked the teacher Mr. Mackey, but I liked sitting near the cheerleading team captain Stacy Child. She was a vision of complete perfection; I mean this girl could beat Britney Spears in a beauty contest on her best day. I expected to continue our art project of drawing an imaginary neighborhood with the use of depth, but instead Mr. Mackey stood at the center of the room. He looked around at everybody before he spoke. "I take it you have all heard about what happened at Columbus." He said. The room was silent and Mr. Mackey took it as a yes. He turned toward where Stacy and a couple of jocks were sitting. "I want you to think about this for a minute. You might think that the young man who did this was some sick depraved kid or something, but the fact was, he was just another kid. He was someone who got made fun of and picked on and drove to the breaking point by other kids, just like you." He turned to all of us and raised his arms. "It could happen here. You realize that? Think on that one guy who everybody makes fun of, think about the things you may have said to that individual and how it affects him." He put his hands down. "I would like you to think about what could be done to make it up to the one you all think is a loser, because you never know what that 'loser' may do tomorrow." While it was a good speech I couldn't help thinking that everyone began to look at me. I mean sure I got made fun of a lot but did they really it think I was capable to do something like this? Without turning around Mr. Mackey said. "Everyone get your supplies and continue with your projects." Once settling I resumed the work I was doing to a Victorian style house that I had place on the edge of my block. It was then that Stacy sat down next to me. I glanced up at her in surprise that she was sitting down next to me. She caught my eye and smiled sweetly, a smile that warmed me. "Hi, James." I blinked and shook my head. "Uh, hi Stacy," I looked around. "Did you want me to move?" She put her hand on my shoulder. "No, no nothing like that. I just wanted to see what you thought of what happened." I looked at her and felt a bit of anger rise in me. She wanted to see if I was going to go psycho like the guy from Columbus. "Why do you care about what I have to say all of a sudden?" I asked sharply. She jumped in her seat slightly. "No reason I just thought I'd ask is all." "Yeah, you wanted to see if I was going to go all crazy like that other guy. You know what Stacy? You and your fucking jock asshole friends can go fuck themselves." I said and took my stuff to another table. She paused a minute and then came after me. "Hey wait a minute." She said. "Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that you know? I just wanted to see if I could make up for being mean to you." "I'm well aware of the fact that you're only doing this because of what Mr. Mackey said. I don't want you to be sorry I want you all to go to hell and leave me alone. That alright with you?" I asked. Stacy frowned. "I really do to want to make it up to you James. I never realized the effect teasing could have and I want to do what I can to make things better." I snorted to myself and said sarcastically. "I think a blowjob would make everything go away." Stacy was silent for a second then she put an arm around my back and leaned in real close. I froze as she pressed her lips to my ear and I could feel her warm breath flow over the side of my face. "It's a deal." She whispered. Then she pushed away from me and walked back to her table. My eyes widened and I sat still for a minute. When glanced at her, she had resumed her work like nothing had happened. Did she really say yes? I didn't have any other classes with her so as they day went on I figured she was joking and forgot about it. I did the various class assignments and by the end of the day the mood in school while still not normal had certainly elevated from what it had been this morning. I went directly home after school, and first thing I noticed was a red Mazda sitting in my driveway. My Dad was in the kitchen sorting out a stack of papers and putting them in his briefcase. He looked up when I walked in. "Hey son! Your friend just got here so I let her in, she's waiting for you in your room. And let me tell you son, you've got yourself a hell of a looker there." "Stacy's here?" I asked puzzled. "Yeah, get up there and do your thing." My dad said. My dad is a dirty bastard sometimes. I went upstairs to my room and opened the door, and sure enough, there Stacy was, staring at the posters on the wall. She turned to me as I came in and shut the door behind me. "Why are you here Stacy?" I asked, eying her up and down despite myself. She had somehow changed her clothes and beat me here, which I never would have expected from the beauty queen. She wore a white tank top that cling to her body revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her large firm tits pressed at the top trying to be released and I imagined my hands squeezing the shit out of them. She wore now a pair of jean cut-off shorts that barely covered her ass. Her long legs were smooth and tan; I wondered how tight she could wrap them around me. She leaned against the far wall of my room right next to the window. With her left hand she gave the blinds a jerk and they slide smoothly down, dimming the room. "We made a deal." She said softly. "Deal?" I said. "Stacy that was a joke. Look I know you all give me nothing but shit, but you don't have to make it up to me." She stepped toward me. "No one should have to go through the shit that me, the football team, and other cheerleaders put you through. I mean the incident with the honey and feathers, come on, you must have been cleaning that out of your hair for a week." I grimaced remembering the eight hours I spent in the tub scrubbing until the damn water was freezing cold. She came up to me and took my hand. "James, think of this as the payment for all your suffering." I looked into those beautiful green eyes that I so often dreamt about and gave in. I nodded and smiled thinly. "Alright." She grinned and pushed me toward the end of the bed where she left me standing. She backed up slowly smiling as me as she reached my deck, she leaned back on it, making sure to press she chest out toward me. She ran a hand across her stomach and said. "So what do you want to do to me?" I swallowed and my cock grew achingly hard in my pants. "I thought it was just a blowjob?" I said. "I could do that." Stacy said. "And more. Come on James I know you've fantasized about me, everyone at school has. I'm giving you a chance to do whatever you've always wanted to me. Tell me what your biggest fantasy has been about me." I hesitated. "You really want to know?" She smiled and nodded. I sighed, "Don't get mad because it's a little weird." She scoffed. "Just fucking tell me already would you?" "Alright here goes." I took a deep breath. "I always knew I'd never get you under normal circumstances, so what I would always dream of was we'd be at a party and you got a little too drunk and end up hitting on me. Since I'd never get another shot and it'd be kind of a payback from me I'd take you upstairs and have sex with you." She seemed a little disappointed. "That's it?" I shook my head. "Even while you're drunk you'd still be aware enough to tell me not to finish in you." She stopped me. "Finish?" She smiled. "Oh you mean cum!" I nodded. "Yeah. You'd tell me not to but I'd I was going too anyway. I'd finally uh, cum inside you and leave you there. Then a few weeks later you'd find out that I got you pregnant and we had to get married." She nodded. "Well unfortunately I can't help you with the getting pregnant part because I've been on birth control since I turned eighteen, but I've always liked to roleplay so I think I can reenact some dirty talk for you that will drive you nuts." "Really? You're going to let me have sex with you?" I asked brightly. She nodded. "Oh yeah; and this time I'm GOING to MAKE you cum INSIDE my little pussy." The thought of that made my cock press into my zipper painfully, as if it understood and was trying to bust out. Stacy came toward me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her firm tits smash against my chest. She grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was unsure of how to react, but my body seemed to take care of it for me. I grabbed her waist and my tongue pushed her into her own mouth and further. I could taste her, drink her in, and she moaned forcefully as I did so. Finally she pulled away breathing deeply. "Oh wow." I smiled and pulled her top over her head. She didn't fight it and let me remove her top, revealing her toned stomach and large 36C breasts. I gripped one firmly and pulled it into my mouth, sucking and squeezing the soft flesh. Stacy moaned delightfully and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head to her chest. My cock was painfully confined and I needed it out so I let her go and motioned to my crotch with my eyes. Stacy smiled and dropped slowly to her knees. I watched with eager eyes as the girl of my dreams reached up and undid my jeans and peeled them down. I kicked off my shoes and then kicked the jeans away. She rubbed my cock through my underwear for a second before tugging the them down and off. My cock sprang forth like a viper unleashed and Stacy gasped as it seemed to reach out for her. "My god!" She said. "You've got an eight inch beast in here!" She exclaimed. I really didn't think I was that big, but if she said so I wasn't going to argue with her. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked slowly. "It's so hard too. Are you made of skin or steel, James?" She laughed and brought her lips to the head of my prick. I felt her tongue snake around my tip and she opened wide to let my prick slide between her lips. Her breath was warm and I felt my cock get slick with her saliva. She bobbed her head up and down sucked with a passion. I'd only ever had one blowjob before this, from my cousin Jessie and she was nowhere near as good at it as Stacy was. Stacy worked her mouth over my cock like it was a vagina with a tongue. I felt a tightening in my balls as they became ready to shoot their burden into her mouth. Stacy sensed I was close and she let my cock fall from her mouth, a long string of spit dripped from her chin to my prick. She looked up at me, "You wanted to cum inside me right?" she asked. I could only nod, not sure if my mouth could form words. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts before slipping them off. Her pussy was bare and shaven smooth. I could see her lips and my cock twitched as if it saw them too and wanted to bury itself into her as much as I did. "What's your favorite position?" she asked me, clutching one breast into her hand. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Doggie." I said. Stacy grinned. "Mine too!" She turned toward my desk and planted her hands firmly on the top of the cold wood. She bent over as far as she could, pressing her ass out toward me, giving me a perfect view of her cunt. She turned her head to look back at me. She reached around with one hand and spread her labia open so I could clearly see her dripping hole. "My pussy gets wet easily, but you've got a pretty big cock so go slow anyway ok?" She said. I walked up to her completely intent on fulfilling my dream. I placed my hand on her ass and lined my cock up to her pussy, pushing lightly. The head of my cock popped in easily and she gasped loudly. She was very tight though and I had to work at pushing the rest of my shaft into her tight body. I grabbed her hips and began to slide in and out of her, her moans exciting me. "Oh fuck me James!" she pleaded. "Your big fucking cock feels so good in my pussy! Ohhhhhh! Fuck I can't wait for you to cum in me! I wanna feel you big cock shooting a big load inside my little pussy. I want to feel your little sperm trying to find my eggs." Her words drove me on and on. With each moan, each gasp for breath I moved faster and harder into her. I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of her. Her cunt gripped tightly on my cock every time I withdrew as if trying to hold me in or pull me back. I could feel her juices on my balls and heard the slapping sound I made as I drove into her. I reached around to grab her tits and she pushed her body up so I could reach easier. I pinched and twisted her nipples as I slammed my cock into her. "Oh yeah, play with my tits. Squeeze my fucking tits!" She cried. I felt the return of that tingle in my balls that slowly radiated up my shaft. My cock hardened and swelled and I knew I was near the point of no return. "I'm close." I managed to grunt. "Oh yes! God, James cum inside me. Make me cum with you, I want to feel you fill me with seed. Get me pregnant you fucker! Pump it all inside me so I can hold it in, I won't let a single drop spill out." Stacy screamed. I grunted and shoved my cock all the way inside her when I exploded. She screamed as my semen erupted from my cock like someone popped a cream-filled balloon inside her. I came for what seemed like forever, my cock constantly twitched and throbbed inside her, oozing more and more seed into her. Finally it was over and I slumped over her back. She sighed contently and kept her ass pressed to me so she could feel my cock get soft inside her. I backed away and sat on the floor looking up at her. Stacy stood and turned to face me. "My god, that was incredible." She said. She grabbed her shorts and hiked them up. She grabbed her top off the floor and put that on while I just sat there naked and watching her. "That was so good I want to do that again. What do you say?" She asked me. I looked up at her. "Uh, sure." She got down on her hands and knees and took hold of my cock. She stuffed it into her mouth and licked and sucked all our juices off it leaving only her spit left. Then she stood up again. "I'll talk to you tomorrow at school and then maybe we can hook up afterward ok?" She said. I nodded. "Ok." "Great." She blew me a kiss and left. We hooked up about twice a week for about a month straight, until one day Stacy came up to me with a gloom look on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked. She just stared at me. "Come on what is it?" "You've got your ultimate wish." She said simply. "What do you mean?" I asked my heart in my throat. "I'm pregnant." She said. I grinned, "Really?" She nodded, and then a slow smile spread across her lips. "And yes, I will marry you." That's how I got my wife Stacy. We got married right after we graduated and she gave birth to our little boy October of that year. That was twelve years ago and we are still together today. Nobody makes fun of me anymore. Making Amends "Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Mark asked, trying not to lose his temper or yell too loud. "No. I want to meet her." Mark stared at Codi, incredulous. His mistress was out of her mind. What woman in her right mind would want to meet the wife of the man she'd been fucking for the last eighteen months? He looked at the nearly-naked young woman who was reclining on the bed. She was still the most adorable, scrumptious, fuckable little thing he'd seen in – well, EVER. When she'd walked into his drama class two years prior, he could barely keep his eyes off of her. She was sweet, charming, talented, with the barest wisp of a voice. Boys were panting after her, small wonder. EVERYTHING about Codi screamed "Sex Kitten". She had hair that was streaked blonde, a bit from sunlight, a bit from a bottle, but it suited her. Sexy, bedroom brown eyes. Round, perfect breasts that were always showcased, be it in a tight sweater, a halter or in a low-cut blouse. She always wore heels, not runners like so many of the other kids. Nor did she wear jeans nowadays, always short skirts or tight, white pants. That was partly his doing. One day, Mark had told her how pretty she looked in her outfit, and from that day on, the jeans vanished. If the pretty young girl ever wore panties, he couldn't see a panty-line. She wasn't tall, but she was extremely cuddly. Despite all of this, she was smart, articulate, possessed of a quick wit. She was daring on stage, accepting challenges. In a short time, Codi became Mark's favorite student. He also developed a small crush on the pretty eighteen-year old. It soon became apparent to him that crush was mutual. Inwardly, Mark let out a long sigh. He shouldn't have, but his marriage to Linn had grown so stale at that time. He loved his wife, Linn was everything Mark had ever wanted in a wife. Smart. Sensual. Classy and intelligent, devoted, good at her job. Which was precisely the problem. He and Linn had been together for over ten years, there were no more surprises. The sex was – good, but it was predictable. He began fantasizing about Codi, wondering what the sexy, 18-year old teenager might be like in the bedroom. She had graduated nineteen months prior to the beginning of their affair. Codi came back to visit him, just past her 20th birthday. She didn't hide her attraction to her older teacher any longer, Codi flirted outrageously. Mark, flattered by her attentions, flirted right back. They went out for coffee. The follwing time, they had dinner. When Mark suggested room service in a fancy hotel, half-kidding, Codi accepted his offer. He had never considered cheating on Linn. Never. But from the moment Mark took the passionate teen in his arms, the second his lips fused to Codi's soft, full lips, he was lost. She was tearing the clothes from his body, buttons popping everywhere, red fingernails raking across his hot flesh. Oh, the sex. Linn was all sensual, seductive, soft. Codi was wild, vivacious, insatiable. Codi sucked cock like it was the best thing in the world. She rode his cock with her tight pussy, those tits he'd fantasized about for months jiggling, he sucked on the strawberry-pink nipples, seeing them turn into hard little pegs. "Oh Mark, it's even better than I thought it would be. Fuck me teach, FUCK ME, FUCK the hell out of me!" Mark complied with that. She rode him, squirming, hips rolling, hunching back and forth and taking all of him. Her hair whipping about, her little whimpers arousing him more than he'd been in years. He kissed the little butterfly tattoo above her pussy, noticed his name in tiny letters underneath it. He looked into her soft brown eyes. "I've had a crush on you for months" she told him. It was entirely true, with his salt & pepper hair, steel-grey eyes, strong voice and commanding personality, Codi didn't even care he was 25 years her senior. He just turned her on. Kissing him again, Codi turned over. Mark fucked her doggie-style, his still-hard prick thrusting into her like there was no tomorrow. For hours, they coupled, neither wanted it to end. They ordered room service, ate hamburgers and promised they'd do this again. "Again" became a twice-weekly thing, then three times, then finally, nearly every day. Linn always worked late at her Photography Studio, leaving him alone much of the time. Mark made sure he was always home in time to greet her. In the daytime, Mark lived for Codi's cocksucking lips, the little gasps of pleasure she emitted when he fucked her from behind, cleaning each other in the shower afterwards. Mark also knew full well it couldn't last. It was one of those "too good to be true" arrangements. Mark tried to feel guilty about it, but couldn't. Linn remained loving, but there seemed to be a part of her that was gone. It bothered him, like she was slipping away. He turned more to Codi, who was more than happy to give him the vibrant passions he truly needed. Mark knew he wasn't being fair to Codi, but she just brushed him off. "I know what I'm getting into, lover!" she'd purr and begin going down on him. His cock would stiffen, within minutes he'd forget about everything and lose himself in her wanton embraces. Finally, Mark went home to Linn. He told her everything, calmly and truthfully. Then came a revelation that shocked him to the core. Linn had been having an affair of her own. That was so unlike her. To think of his Linn with another man made him shake with rage. It was at that moment Mark realized despite everything, he was still deeply in love with Linn. Mark wanted to know who the other man was, he was ready to kill the bastard, but Linn calmly refused to tell him anything. She hugged her husband tearfully. Mark suggested marriage counselling, to which Linn agreed. After that, things began to get better. Linn began cutting back at work, Mark tried to break it off with Codi. "I love my wife dearly Codi, this isn't right!" he implored the pretty blonde. Try as he might, Codi was in his blood. He cut back on their fling, but he couldn't give her up, not entirely. One day, she agreed to cut him loose if they could spend one last day of passion together. He agreed and it had been magic, until she had dropped this bombshell on him. "Okay, why the hell do you want to meet her?" "I dunno. Curiosity? I want to see the woman I am losing you to. Remorse, I certainly should give her some kind of apology. Whatever, I think I owe it to her – and to myself – to meet her and try and sort things out, to make amends of a sort." Mark sighed, he knew better than to argue with the pretty teen when she'd made up her mind. "Okay, I'll set it up. When?" "Day after tomorrow, that'll give me time to get ready. In the meantime, who says this afternoon is over?" Codi moved her blonde head towards Mark's growing cock. Codi, despite the self-assured front she had put on in front of Mark, was nervous and terribly upset. She had promised herself not to fall in love with him, it was just a fling, but she'd failed miserably in that attempt. Mark was all she had ever wanted. She was terrified of meeting Linn, she didn't have a clue what she would say to the woman. Still, Codi steeled herself and rang the doorbell. She adjusted the pink sweater and short, white skirt she'd worn and smiled as Mark opened the door. He had this grim look on his face, so Codi impulsively kissed him on the nose. "Smile hon, it's not going to be that bad. She and I will likely talk and it will all be over." A small look of sadness crossed her pretty features. Mark felt rotten. He had hurt this sweet creature, who he adored. His marriage was extremely important to him, but so was his adorable Codi. Why this was so awkward, why things couldn't have been different? Every bit of this situation drove him insane. When Mark's wife descended the staircase, Codi let out an audible gasp. She saw the most stunning woman she had ever seen in her life. Linn's auburn hair was up, her makeup tastefully done. She was dressed in a black satin sheath that hugged her like a second skin. Diamond teardrop earrings hung from her lobes. Her face was beautiful, exquisite, like a painting. Her skin was tanned, but her eyes had a slight Asian look to them. Mark had told Codi one time that his wife was half-black, half-Filipino, it made for a remarkable combination. Codi was nearly breathless as Linn approached her and held out her hand. "Hello Codi, I'm Linn, Mark's wife." There didn't seem to be any animosity in her tone, so Codi took her hand. Linn gripped hers gently. "Would you like a drink? Mark, be a dear and bring us some Chablis." Meekly, which was somewhat uncharacteristic of her, Codi followed the stunning woman into the living room. Invitingly, Linn patted the divan and asked Codi to sit beside her. Codi felt mildly uncomfortable in the presence of her lover's wife, Linn's eerie calmness about everything unnerved her a bit. Mark returned with their drinks and went to sit down across from the two women. Linn frowned and Codi sensed something was coming. Her butterflies grew larger, then Linn spoke to her husband. "Mark – I think we two women have a lot to talk about. Why don't you go to the bar down the road and have a few drinks? I think the two of us should speak privately." Mark went to say something, but there was a look in Linn's eyes that seemed to tell him to remain silent. He got up, put on his coat and left. Codi felt the tension mounting. Codi turned to Linn and said "I think I --" but Linn put up her hand and motioned for her to stop. "It's all right, Codi dear. You don't need to apologize. I'm not mad – not about any of it." "You're not?" Linn shook her head, her eyes still dancing. "No. I love my husband, I can see why you're attracted to him." Linn could certainly see why Mark adored Codi, she was so exquisitely sexy and cuddly. "As a matter of fact, I told Mark that he didn't have to stop seeing you." Codi was stupefied at that comment, why was Linn being so kind? Linn went on, trying to alleviate Codi's nervousness. "I met Mark when we were in High School, we were very young when we got married. I loved him then and do now, but something was lacking. I assume Mark told you I also had an affair?" Codi nodded, just listening to Linn was allaying her fears. "He told me that you wouldn't tell him who the man was, either." Linn smiled, it lit up her whole face. Every time she looked at Codi, Codi's heart raced a little bit. How could Mark EVER have cheated on her? Linn was strikingly beautiful. "Who said I was having an affair with a man?" Linn said, almost demurely. That little revelation hit Codi like a lightning bolt. This stunning, exquisite, beautiful creature was gay? Codi was about to speak, but again, Linn continued on with her story. "I assume you know that I am a photographer by profession?" Codi nodded, so Linn continued. "In the last few years, I haven't been getting as much work as I used to. Now Codi dear, you mustn't tell Mark about what I'm about to tell you. Promise?" Wordlessly, Codi agreed and Linn took her hand in appreciation. Once again, the petite blonde felt her pulse race. Linn had the softest, smoothest skin she'd ever felt! "A little over a year ago, to help supplement our income, I started doing boudoir photography. I charge considerably more for it, and it's been very lucrative. Unfortunately, it has kept me working later in the evenings, which in turn, kept me away from Mark." Codi put her hand to her mouth. "So that's why you haven't been coming home to Mark, which is how it began with the two of us." She felt a bit guilty about all of this now. Linn smiled at Codi, showing off a row of dazzling, perfect white teeth. "Yes. Well, partly." Linn continued her story. "A while back, I booked an appointment for a client. Her name is Aliyah. She sounded nice on the phone, a soft, throaty voice and a pleasant personality. Aliyah told me she wanted some nice, erotic pictures of herself as a gift to her lover. I told her I would be more than happy to help her out." Linn's eyes misted over as she told the rest of the story .... Aliyah showed up promptly at Seven, as she had promised. She rang the buzzer to Linn's studio and was buzzed up. When Linn saw Aliyah for the first time, she had her breath taken away. Aliyah was --- imposing, spectacular, sensual, voluptuous --- the kind of woman that commanded attention. Linn felt herself irresistibly drawn to the gorgeous creature now occupying her studio. Aliyah was tall, with a magnificent presence. She was full-breasted, with long, jet black hair and large, natural breasts. Her blouse was low-cut, her skirt hugged her hips and ass. This was a woman who was quite comfortable in her own skin, Linn knew instantly. Linn talked to Aliyah for a few minutes, trying to make her feel comfortable about posing, as she did with many of her clients. "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm very comfortable being naked, I've been photographed before!" Aliyah said as she reached out and squeezed Linn's hand. Linn could barely catch her breath. This magnificent creature was arousing her! "Shall we start?" Aliyah asked, her voice a husky purr. Linn nodded and got Aliyah into place. She set up the lighting, Aliyah looked seductive, hot, as Linn backlit her beautiful frame. She began snapping picture after picture, Aliyah looked more beautiful in every one. For the next set, Linn had Aliyah remove her skirt. She snapped a roll of film of the leggy brunette in stockings, heels and the scarlet top she had worn. Linn felt a bit hot, but she normally kept the studio cool, because of the overhead lights. The top followed and Linn couldn't help but let out a gasp. Underneath it, the sensual young woman wore a deep scarlet bustier, that came up under her breasts. And what breasts they were. Full, round, natural, with huge pink nipples. Linn smiled as Aliyah removed the thong she wore, which covered a totally shaved, pouty-lipped pussy. It was taking all of Linn's composure to concentrate on her work as she snapped picture after picture of the stunning woman. Aliyah went to change and came out in a silvery bustier, with black stockings and stiletto heels. No one on earth could have resisted her, Linn knew as she continued to photograph the woman. She simply exuded sex from every pore. Finally, Linn was done. She showed Aliyah a few proofs, the woman seemed extremely pleased with the results. She was close, so close, Linn could see how stunning her blue eyes were, how sweet her perfume smelled. "Are you all right?" Aliyah asked out of genuine concern. "You seem a bit flustered." "I-I'm fine" Linn stammered. Aliyah smiled at the sensual photographer. "Am I having this effect on you?" Linn nodded, struck mute for a few seconds. "Y-yes. You're so exquisitely beautiful, I can't help myself, I -- " Aliyah silenced the exotic black woman with a full kiss on the lips. Linn felt herself drawn into the kiss, it seemed right, yet so forbidden. She returned it and the two embraced for a few minutes, then drew apart. "I'm very flattered that someone so beautiful thinks that I'm attractive." "Y-you think I'm beautiful?" "Oh dear, don't play the false modesty card with me. You know you're beautiful, you're a photographer. Have you ever photographed yourself?" Shyly, Linn admitted that she had. "Nudes?" Again, Linn nodded. "Let's see them." It was not a request. Linn went to get the nudes, then joined the sensual brunette on the divan she'd photographed Aliyah reclining on. She showed Aliyah all of the nudes, the woman was the first to have seen them. Not even Mark had viewed them. Aliyah oohed and aahhed over every photo. "See, silly girl?" Aliyah said, with a deep smile. "You're beautiful. Anyone in their right mind would find you desirable. I certainly do." Aliyah's second kiss was certainly more passionate than her first. Her tongue slid along Linn's soft, full lips and demanded surrender. Linn felt herself drawn into a lesbian embrace .... "You had sex with her?" Codi asked, as Linn related her story. Linn's eyes still had that far-away look. "Oh, yesss .... " she sighed. "I know that I'll never forget it ..." Aliyah was in full control of the situation. She got closer to Linn, the two continued their embrace on the divan. Aliyah reached out and cupped one of Linn's silk-clad breasts, rubbing it through her blouse. She could feel Linn's nipples hardening. "You're very responsive. Have you ever been with a woman?" Linn nodded, shyly. "Once. In college. Even my husband doesn't know about that. It was my only affair, we were married by that time. You?" Aliyah smiled. "Almost constantly. My current lover is a woman. Her name is Sugar. It suits her, believe me." Aliyah giggled a little at that, which seemed slightly out of character for her. Linn felt a small pang of jealousy, but Aliyah would have none of that. Sensing the way the stunning photographer felt, she began kissing her neck, behind her ears, running her fingers through Linn's dark hair. It was up for the moment, but Aliyah unpinned it and let it roll down in dark waves, curling loosely around Linn's exotic face. She thought Linn was exquisite, with unrealized potential. "Strip for me, beautiful" she told Linn, who felt herself flush. She was eager to do so, however, and begin wriggling out of the tight, black leather slacks she wore. Her blouse followed, she now only wore her heels. "Keep them on!" Aliyah told her. She crooked her finger at Linn, who rejoined her on the divan. Aliyah kissed Linn again, who was now more ardently returning her kisses. Linn found herself fully succumbing to the lesbian seduction, she was curious to see where it would go next. Gently, Aliyah pushed Linn back prone on the divan. She was surprised to see Linn wore no panties. "Slut" she giggled again, Linn joining her this time. She ran her hands up and down Linn's dark thighs, feeling the goosebumps she was raising on Linn's soft skin. Aliyah had never felt skin this soft, she could have stroked the other girl forever, but she wanted to bring pleasure to the sexy photog. She moved in close to the desired object, Linn's dark, velvety pussy. It beckoned to Aliyah, "Come, Kiss Me, Eat Me", and Aliyah began to do just that. She placed her full, soft lips squarely on the beautiful pussy and began to lick. She was slow at first, but the little whimpers she could hear Linn making encouraged her to pick up the pace. Soon, Aliyah was feasting on the most delectable snatch she had ever tasted. Linn's entire body arched upwards, eager for more licking. This was the most decadent, incredible feeling she'd ever known. Mark was a very giving lover, but Aliyah was both giving AND taking at the same time. She knew she was soaked, but Aliyah was taking it all and demanding more. She felt Aliyah's slender digits sluicing in and out of her pussy, while her thumb strummed Linn's clit. "Like it, my little bitch? Like the way I'm treating your cunt?" Usually, Linn didn't like lewd words during sex, but coming from Aliyah, it seemed both natural and right. She threw all caution to the wind. "Oh yes, you slut. Fingerfuck me Aliyah. Fuck my horny cunt. Oh, fucking Christ, I love the way you're fucking my cunt!" Linn's loss on inhibition spurred Aliyah on. She swung her body around, moving on top of Linn's seductive face. "I'm going to ride your face, you fucky bitch, and you're going to eat my cunt! Understand?" Linn nodded in assent. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to please her new lover. She grabbed Aliyah's broad hips and pulled the woman down on her face, plunging her tongue into the depths of Aliyah's pussy. The beautiful brunette was highly responsive and her juice began to coat Linn's licking tongue almost instantaneously. Linn found her new lover sweet, with a heady flavor. She wanted more and began feasting on Aliyah with all her passion. Making Amends 25 Years Later As I sat alongside her in the First Class cabin of Air India's AI-111 flight cruising over the Atlantic on its way to New York this lovely Sunday afternoon, my thoughts go back down the memory lane. The kaleidoscope of some of the prized possessions in my memory bank, the secrets no one has ever known, which only she and I are privileged to have shared, unfolded before my eyes even as her bare arm and shoulder rested on my body. My thoughts went back to the time when I was a kid, when my family used to live in a nice little house in a small hill town in northern India. It was a lovely little house that we lived in. The house was on a slope and the three rooms we had were at different levels, with substantial vacant undulating land all around it. I remember vividly the day when a new family moved in two houses next to ours. The family differentiated itself from scores of others in the neighbourhood because it had a little girl, almost my age. I had few friends and the first sight of this girl made me want to become friends with her. In due course, we did become good friends. In fact, we soon grew to be each other's best friends. She was a very sweet girl indeed, and I always enjoyed her company. We were too young to understand what love was but I always felt this magnetic attraction towards her. For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed being with her, talking to her, joking with her, studying with her, playing with her..... I was always very keen in studies. She was one year my junior at the same school and had herself no mean prowess in studies. We used to spend long hours, discussing various subjects. I was amazed that she could discuss Physics, chemistry, Biology and Mathematics with equal felicity. Our discussions used to be lively and intellectually stimulating. Like me, she was also always keen to understand the what, why and how of processes. Arising out of an urge to excel in studies and life, I had often requested my parents to give me a separate room, where I could indulge in my passions undisturbed. Because the house was not too large, this had not been possible. In time, I succeeded in persuading my dad to build a little cottage on the sloping piece of land that was 10 feet below the lowest room in the house, with entrance through a wooden ladder from the rest of the house above. That the cottage would permit a stunning view of the Himalayan ranges and thousands of pine trees was an added bonus. As the workers finished the wooden ladder to the cottage, my joy knew no bounds. That soon became our second home – hers and mine, a place where no one could bother us and a place where we could pursue whatever fancied us unhindered. We were always so focussed on studies and were considered so young that the two of us spending long hours together in the cottage raised no eyebrows in either our otherwise traditional Indian families or in an equally traditional neighbourhood. I remember her clear and vivid. Her long straight black hair that had a natural bounce and glimmer, the unique twinkle in her eyes and her radiant skin glowing in the moonlit nights made her a very magnetic persona. Her complexion was ivory white. Anywhere on her body I touched her, she was so soft, so tender. It was always evoked "Kuchh Kuchh Hota Hai" feelings (the famous Hindi movie – You cause indefinable flutters in my heart), whenever I touched her or she touched me, but I did not understand the meaning of it for several years. She was a wonderful friend, a great companion. To me, she was like an angel. Time just flew. As the neighbourhood was sparsely populated with very few children in our age-group, she and me used to spend most of our time together. For many years now, she had shown a penchant for brushing my hair in a particular manner. Every time I came into our den after a bath, she would insist on redoing my hair. This particular day, as she was doing this, I looked into the mirror and something struck me like never before. I found that we looked gorgeous together, and formed such a lovely couple. Little had I known then that as the years flew by, I would one day fall in love with this girl to the extent of yearning and lusting for her. Not very much later, I began to realize that she was not the same girl I knew before. This occurred in more ways than one. She was timid and shy now, sometimes not even looking directly at me in the eyes anymore when we talked to each other. I also noticed that our academic discussions and debates were more and more on biology, and there also, it was reproductive system of animals which seemed to interest us more. I noticed on several occasions that she would lapse into spells of thoughtful silence even as we discussed various aspects of reproductive biology. It seemed to me as if the mysteries of this science took her on flights of fancy way beyond the momentary academics. At least once, I caught her rubbing her thighs together, as if to experience some hitherto unknown sensations, even as we discussed copulation and zygote formation. I also noticed that during our long evening walks along the meandering pathways of the surrounding hills, she would often tug on to my arm nearer to her, as if falling back on me for support. She would also often cling to me for protection whenever even a harmless forest animal crossed our path. I loved each bit the way she allocated to me this role of being her protector and guardian. This was also the time when I often found her complimenting me on my looks and personality. Such words almost always confused me, for, I could not fathom what she found attractive in my bland persona. I knew she was conscious of the way her own body was changing – and she wasn't perhaps sure if she was beautiful. While I always kept telling her that she was an angel, a most beautiful creation of God, somewhere along the line, I found myself fancying to be the one to "demonstrate" to her one day how gorgeous she was, in all ways. Taking off from my angelic reference, I started calling her "Pari", a fairy. I could tell that she liked it. This was a name that just I used, and she in turn gave me a new name, "Raj", that only she used. I had celebrated my 16th birthday six months back, and Pari had just turned 16 too. One day, it just hit me that Pari was growing up to be such a beautiful young lady. The day was beautiful. There was a bit of chill in the air, the aroma of the pines was wafting thick and true in the air. The sky was clear, and it was absolutely gorgeous. Noon had turned to evening. The sky was replete with orange and red hues and I thought it would be a great idea to call her over to talk and hang out in our little den. Academics were farthest from my mind today. I just wanted to watch the sunset with Pari, spend some quality time with her, something we rarely had time to do outside our academic oursuits. I sat there close to the door of my cottage. The wait was becoming a bit too much. I did not want Pari to see me peeping through the door skywards, for her to begin her descent on the wooden ladder. I therefore, placed a mirror strategically inclined against the wall so that I could see her without being noticed, as soon as she appeared on the horizon. In a short while, Pari came into the mirror-frame. These last few days, every time I saw Pari, I was overtaken by an urge to lock her in a tight embrace, to kiss her and let my biological urge have its way. I often dreamed of merging into her under the stars. Even though I can articulate these thoughts in clear terms today, things were different then, for, I had never been close to a girl, and did not quite understand finer nuances of making love. And yet, I discovered, sexuality is the best teacher. As she began her descent towards our den, I saw in the mirror her beautifully formed legs under her skirt. My heart leapt. As she descended a few steps, my eyes caught her white panties, through which broad contours of her female sex were visible. Something happened to me down there, straightaway. Even though the angle was rather steep, I had a quick look at the rest of her body and found a few things that had somehow eluded my attention before. These were now so evident even through the loosely fitting dress that she was wearing. She was wearing a bright yellow long dress, coming just below her knees. She had such a perfect body. How had I failed to notice before? Ripe developing breasts, which accentuated the thinness of her waist, followed by considerably broader hips. She was shaped like an hour glass. Her legs were long, white and slender. My breathing became instantly heavier. How I wished I could just rip apart her coverings, hold her breasts in my palms and knead them, and slowly work up on her legs and feel her in her most personal place with my fingers, lips and tongue. But soon, I found myself rebuking myself for my insanity. "What are you thinking Raj? Pari is your best friend, you can't think like that about her". However, the effort at self-control was futile. It was too late. My whole being appeared to want to have my maiden initiation into a physical union with this female without delay. I acknowledged it, and it felt good... Pari was coming down the ladder slowly, humming some tune. I could see her breasts, jumping and wiggling at each step she descended. I had never seen a young girl's breasts till then but the very sight before my eyes today made me imagine what lay inside. It was headier than a teenage boy's dream. I still had the dilemma that it wasn't right to look, that I should never have done it, but something else just came over me as I continued to peer into the mirror as she came down, step-by-step. I saw her white panties more clearly now, and the contours of her vaginal assembly became much clearer as well, revealing also a shade of black on the periphery, her pubic hair and I felt this sudden rush of ecstasy. As if to confirm that was what I actually wanted, I found my little one had hardened and catapulted to enormous proportions. I wanted to grab Pari, rip open her dress, tear the bra off her and just hold those marvellous breasts! Although never in a sex act before, I instantly had a deep desire to rub her tits, lick them, and put them in my mouth and suck on them. And yet, I remonstrated with myself, for an instant, "Raj, get control over yourself". Pari came into our cottage and we sat there talking. It was such a lovely evening. That we did not have books in front of us today did not bother here one bit. I loved talking to her. The more we talked, the more I got a feeling of wetness at the orifice of my manhood. For the first time when Pari was with me, I had a full blown erection and hoped that she did not notice it. Embarrassed though I was, I loved each moment of it. The sensations I had never experienced before were carrying me to different world. Somehow, my hand moved and rested atop hers. She immediately held it softly in both her tender hands. After a while, she held my hand in one of hers and began to caress it and my arm with the fingers of her other hand. The tingling sensations made me see stars, sitting there. I brought my other hand and moved it softly on her cheeks and she melted into my touch. She squirmed and leaned heavily into me, permitting my fingers a touch of her luscious lips and eyelids. As she knelt, I could see her breasts clearly. They were ivory white and beautifully formed and almost surprised me with their size. The angle of her inclination showed her right nipple through her white bra. It was pink and I thought it stood half an inch atop her lovely breast. My breathing became heavier instantaneously. Noticing the increased draught of hot air on her neck from my breath, she turned slightly and looked up towards my face and found me peering at her breasts. She smiled coyly and moved her eyes away, but stayed in the same position. All this while, we continued to talk. The more we talked, the more I felt the urge just to lean over and make love to her. The way she sat next besides me, I just wanted to run my hands up inside the blouse portion of her dress and between her legs and feel her soft luscious girlhood. Oh how I longed for it so much! My cock was rock solid now, and all efforts at self-control and cooling off were failing me now. This could obviously not go on indefinitely. I noticed that she had being going along with me thus far and I was sure that her thoughts could not have been very different from mine. Only, someone had to make the first move. I leaned over. I had no plans to do so but impulsively, I kissed her. I shuddered having done so, for, I knew not how Pari would respond. Surprisingly she kissed back. I felt her tongue in my mouth. She smelled and tasted so fresh and sweet. This was the first time I was kissing a girl, and I wonder today how we did it so perfectly. I was sucking and licking her tongue with my own. Our tongues were intertwined and we were probing each other in our mouths. She was licking my tongue furiously with hers, and I was giving it right back. I loved how the animal within me was being released. After a few minutes of heavenly kissing, I found my hand upon her breasts. She did not resist in the least. Encouraged, I approached her treasures from underneath her dress and her bra. To feel a breast in my hands for the first time in my life was such an erotic sensation. I just massaged those lovely treasures of Pari that I had wanted to feel for many days now. I had begun by nimbly massaging her nipples and the areola region surrounding them. The way she gratefully offered the treasures to me without inhibitions or resistance, I could tell her nipples had been just aching for the touch of my manly hands on them. I momentarily withdrew my hand from underneath her blouse and pushed the blouse up all the way, revealing her beautiful breasts in all their glory. She moaned, "Oh Raj, we shouldn't do this, this is wrong, stop Raj." Normally, I would have stopped dead in my tracks at her command, as I was loathe at going against her wishes. But today, I ignored what she said and I continued, mainly because her remonstrative words were accompanied by a deft movement of her torso to push her breasts further into my grateful open palms. Now I was twisting and playing with her nipples. They had become rock hard. Her skin was so soft that my fingers almost slipped over it; it felt so right and so good. The going was so nice. I knew that I must take it forward. I flicked my tongue softly across her nipple. Her nipple instantly got harder and she moaned in anticipation. The wetness from my tongue caused her nipple to ache for more. Her nipple stood out now, like a little tower on a hill; I felt my cock harden even more as she moaned and I knew she wanted me so badly! Then as one hand of mine was still rubbing her tits, I moved the other hand further down. I was across her stomach, rubbing it gently working my way down to her haloed triangle, where her golden orifice lay, probably throbbing for my cock by now. I moved down lower and lower until I felt her panty lines. She wore white cotton panties, and that was such a turn on for me. I imagined lustfully that underneath those panties was a sweet little virgin pussy just waiting to be made love to, both in the most erotic and raw manner and for long. I made my way down to her thighs and rubbed and gently teased her inner thigh, the area tantalisingly close to the pussy. By her response, I knew she wanted me just to rub her pussy and to finger her in an unabashed manner. And yet, I wanted our first encounter of the intimate type to be memorable and wanted to go slow, step by step, inch by inch. I pulled her dress well above her breasts and had a panoramic view of her most beautiful and almost nude body. I saw a little damp patch through her white panties. My manhood was taller than the Eiffel Tower now. I kneeled in front of her while still massaging her luscious breasts with my hands. I lowered my head towards her knees, and began kissing on her knees and slowly worked my way up to her inner thigh. Her thigh was so white, so hairless; it was so sexy! I licked and kissed softly on her thighs and her hips began to move in sync with my tongue. She kicked gently and was gyrating her well formed hips. "Oh Raj, please do not do that down there. You know we're good friends, we can't do this, Raj. Please stop", she moaned. I ignored her even as the gyrations of her pelvis became more intense with each moment. I took no notice of what she said, as I knew that was her mind speaking but her body was begging to be fucked here and now! Her white panties became more wet and soggy. Contours of her beautiful womanhood were clearly visible now. At that moment, I placed my right forefinger gently over her panties. I could feel her soft moist lips underneath. I had such a strong urge to just rip the panties apart and dip my finger deep into her ravishing pussy lips and make her cum. That was what I wanted, but this girl meant so much to me. I knew it was her first time too. How could I be crude and hasty to someone so special and so mine? I must prepare her for each step of this marvellous process of discovering our sexuality. I kept on arguing with myself that this was our first time and the first time occurs just once in the whole lifetime. Pretty soon, my whole hand made it onto her pussy; and it felt like a little mound encapsulating the whole Universe there, between her legs. All I felt was her dripping wetness, ever increasing. My hand just rested there for what appeared to be an eternity. I was feeling her dampness through her panties. As the minutes passed by, I felt more wetness seep through her white cotton panties. Her outer lips were so soft and majestic. I felt as if God had sent me on this planet for her alone. And I promised myself that I would pleasure this angel to the fullest. Her hips were gyrating furiously, and she pressed her pelvic region against my hand. Grinding her hips in a circular motion now, she was rubbing her wet slit against my hand even harder and faster. She obviously loved all the attention I was giving her, arousing her hitherto unexplored and unseen sexuality. She startled me as she jumped from her perch and headed to the little toilet attached to our lair. I was further intrigued that she did not close the door behind her fully and latch it, as she always did before. Two minutes, three, five, ten... When she did not emerge from the toilet after so long, I was a bit alarmed. I gingerly walked up to the toilet and was astonished to hear some strange noises. It was a mixture of soft sobbing and some other sounds I had never heard before – I now know these were sounds of ecstasy. That Pari was in some turmoil was too much for me and jettisoning the normal propriety required when one knows the toilet has a lady inside, I just entered the toilet. There she was, on the toilet seat, her left hand inside her panties, and she groaning in a strange way. She was surprised seeing me before her. I stood still, next to her, trying to absorb the meaning of all that was happening before my eyes. It was her turn to take me by surprise now. She placed her right hand gingerly on my thigh. Before I could fully absorb the sensations from her intimate touch at such a sensitive part of my body, I felt her hand move up, underneath the shorts and the brief I was wearing. And there she was, feeling my more than erect manhood and taking it in one of her hands. This was the first time my member had been touched like this by a woman. That it was Pari made it doubly rewarding. She fiddled with it softly, arousing me even further; she gently stroked my cock up and down, up and down as if playing in an orchestra. She rubbed the head of my penis with her finger tips and she got her fingers wet from my pre-cum. As if to fully reciprocate her sentiments, I began to rub on her womanhood from outside her panty and her moaning became louder. She soon started to stroke my lubricated cock again. I was literally on cloud-nine. It was hard to believe that all this was actually happening to me – that I had just kneaded her lovely breasts and felt her pussy, al beit from outside her panties, and she had my erect and wet manhood in the grip of her tender soft hand. I urged her to continue and told her that I loved it. I cajoled her to jerk me off. Making Amends 25 Years Later That is something I should perhaps not have done. Putting words to the whole sequence snapped a string somewhere. "Oooh Raj, I'm so sorry, I never meant to touch you there, I'm sorry," she whimpered out, as I was still rubbing her young damp pussy. "Shut up Pari, you know you want this, give in! I wanna fuck you as much as you do, I can't wait to slide my cock into your virgin wetness! I want to fuck you PARI", I yelled. I had repeated the indiscretion of putting words to what was happening between us for an eternity now. As I attempted to move her labial lips a little apart through her panties and poke my finger inside, she suddenly jumped from the toilet seat and pushed my hands away. I paused for a moment, thinking that the raptures she was experiencing were too much to handle but as soon as my hands resumed their journey she put an end to it all. She shrieked clearly, "Raj! That is enough, you know we can't be doing this, this is so wrong! You know this as well as I do". She sprinted out of the toilet, tightened up her bra again, arranged her dishevelled dress and ran out of the cottage. My immediate worry was that she does not fall from the wooden ladder. She was gone, leaving a void I had never experienced before in my life. I felt extremely bad because we were such good friends, and she had tears in her eyes when she left that day. The guilt that I caused her pain, unwittingly and unknowingly though, made me very sad and disconsolate. Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. We were never the same again. Because of proximity of our houses and because of close relations between the two families, we did run into each other occasionally, but we scarcely talked to each other beyond the mandatory pleasantries, more for the consumption of our families and other people around us. As months made way for years, we continued to grow more distant because of that incident, and eventually, didn't even talk much anymore. I could never understand what happened and why it happened. It was so difficult to accept that something that appeared and felt so appropriate and right at that moment could actually be adjudged as so wrong. That both judgements had full involvement of Pari made it even more incomprehensible and painful. After all, whatever happened between us that day was entirely with mutual consent. I knew her feelings that day were not dissimilar from mine and I also knew that years of acquaintance and proximity had caused what happened that day as a natural corollary. I knew she wanted me to continue; I knew that she was keen as I was that we two share our first special moment with each other. Why it did not happen I was unable to fathom. As time kept ticking us by, I missed the way she smiled at me, I missed the way she gave me hugs when I was down or wiped my tears away if I ever cried. I felt for this girl, and I now realised she was no longer a friend. I was in love with her. But distance gave me untold pain and tears. How could I have an existence without her? We soon completed school and went to other towns for higher studies. Not surprisingly, we did extremely well and landed prestigious jobs in professions of our choice. In time, we both got married to our respective spouses and had families. But I could never get over Pari. I did make love to my wife but nothing ever brought back the feelings I had when I was with Pari those few precious years. I remember vividly how just before me and my wife held hands and were about to get married, I looked into the sky and how it brought back the memories of the days when me and Pari were up in our terrace cottage. The day I almost made love to her.... Memories of her naked body, her soaking panties, the way she stroked me, all came back again and again to haunt me. I often remonstrated with myself why I made the cardinal mistake of capturing in words what our minds, hearts and bodies were going through that day, in unison. I debated endlessly with myself if I was right in not simply pulling her panties to the side of her legs, and slowly using my tongue and gently licking it across her dripping wet lips, slowly dipping my tongue into her pussy, parting her opening, and tasting the juices that came from within. Why did I delay the inevitable and give her time to be overtaken by pangs of guilt? It felt awful now. I tried not to think of it anymore, even though my little one didn't agree with me. It was impossible to pretend non-existence of a relationship that was founded on so much of trust, affection and care. My relationship with my wife was driven by my thoughts of what I would have done with Pari. We'd occasionally make love in our backyard, under the stars just like I wanted to do with Pari. We sat and watched the sunset together from our bedroom window, like how I wanted to do with Pari – whether my wife really was interested in the sunset is a different matter altogether. We screwed each other like there was no tomorrow in the terrace cottage, like I wished to with PARI! Why couldn't I get Pari out of my mind? PARI, PARI, PARI! I always longed to make love to Pari so madly, I just wanted to pound my hard long cock into her, slide it in and out, make her moan, bring her to life with a passion full of love and affection. I dreamed perpetually of putting my finger inside her, of licking her, of teasing her, of rubbing her lovely womanhood! I so much wanted my Pari to come back. The pain was becoming unbearable. 25 long years had elapsed since that evening. That evening was at once a privilege and a disaster and yet, all I could think of was Pari. It was then that I decided one day that time had come to end this fantasy once and for all. I decided to finally try and live out the dream that I had wanted for soooo long! After moving around several locations in the country, we were both positioned in the same town where we spent our childhood. There were occasional meetings alright, but those chance meetings were sterile like a hospital Operation Theatre. She would always reply to me in monosyllables. And yet, I could not help notice a strange ache in the way she looked at me. The disappointment in her eyes each time our chance meetings ended and we went our separate ways was too glaring to be missed. I was getting convinced that just like me, Pari had not been able to get over me. I had a schedule that gave me off on Saturdays and Sundays, as most people have. I had found out that she had a different schedule and had off-days on Wednesdays and Thursdays. I planned to skip office one Wednesday, if Pari were to agree to meet. My wife was off to her folks for a few days. My children and Pari's children were in different other towns, studying. Pari's husband had been working overseas for a while. With great trepidation, I called up Pari. I was glad she did not hang up hearing my voice. We talked about life in general, made some general enquiries of each other. She had obviously kept track of how I had done in life. I ventured to tell her that I had missed her so much these last twenty five years. Without a delay, she said she had missed me even more. I asked her if we could spend some time with each other the coming Wednesday, something both of us hadn't done in a long time. I quickly added that my wife was out and she responded by confessing that she was alone too. I recalled how we used to do it when we were young. "Oh, come on Pari, it would be fun hanging up there again right", I stated. I had called her "Pari" after 25 years. In the intervening period, I had just been speaking to her addressing her by her formal name, the name by which the rest of the world knew her. I was happy that she did not dismiss the proposal out of hand. It was decided that Pari would meet me in "our" little cottage on early Wednesday morning. I understood what the very act of agreeing to come connoted. The thought that it was going to be OUR DAY spiked my palpitation. Over the years, after my marriage, we had made another entry into the cottage, another ladder from street level into a second door to the cottage. I was waiting with trepidation ten minutes before the appointed time, and placed the mirror in an identical manner as I did 25 years ago to get advance notice of her arrival. In my anxiety, I started pacing up and down the cottage, when I spied Pari's outlines in the street below. She had obviously kept track of more than how my career and life had been going. She had decided to come directly into the cottage, bypassing the main house. I saw her walking towards the cottage, turning into the compound and moving towards the ladder. She appeared to know exactly where the ladder was! I found that she was as beautiful a woman 25 years later as she was then, if anything more fully developed physically. She was wearing a sky blue cotton salwar-kameez (a long shirt and loosely fitting trousers). Even underneath her loosely fitting dress, I could see her slim curvaceous body. Her hair was still fine, and she still had that the same magic look in her eyes. This time, I found myself peeping down from the entrance of the cottage, watching her as she was climbing up. She was oblivious to the fact that once again, I was looking, this time down her dress. I felt proud at what I saw, those full soft breasts of hers, with the nipples as pink as they ever were. The breasts were more developed now and nipples perhaps perkier. She was a fully ripe woman and I was going to find that out for myself, soon. She arrived finally. My cottage was blessed yet again after 25 long years. Her presence brought life back into the cottage. We sat there talking and munching snacks for sometime, reminding each other of the old times and how fun it used to be. We were flirty like we always were. She had a crack at me about "rollicking" time I had had with my wife in the cottage. I knew she was pleased when I said it was nothing as compared to the time I used to have with her in this room. We brushed against each other's arms occasionally and had smiles we couldn't control or hold back. It was going great! We conversed about the things we did up here and how great it was to be a kid again. Then, inevitably, mention of that day came up! We were sitting on the little futon and she was leaning heavily against my shoulder, almost slipping on to my chest, even as I supported her with my right hand. "Each day in the last 25 years, I have thought of the day when we were up here and something happened", I told her in a matter of fact way. As I said this, I pulled her a bit closer to my chest and my heart began to pound heavily. She gave me a coy smile but took courage to put up a straight face. "What day, Raj?" she replied back. While I had avoided calling her "Pari", she had referred to me by the name only she ever used. I knew instantaneously, we were there, right there where we left 25 years back. I knew she knew what I was talking about, I could hear her heart beat faster now, and she began to cross her legs nervously; that thing between her legs was aching now, wanting to be touched, and she crossed her legs in order to get some pleasure out of it. I knew what she was thinking. Being so close to me began to remind her of that time, it sent thoughts through her mind, thoughts she was perhaps surprised to find still lived in her mind. "The day we crashed our own world and never finished what we started off to do", I told her in excitement. She looked askance at me. I took her in my arms, and placed my lips on hers. The next moment, I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth. She kissed back and we began to caress and suck on each other's tongue. Yes, we were actually where we left off years back. She smelled as sweet and fresh as she always had. Next, I laid her down on her stomach. Her kameez had a zipper all the way at the back. I unzipped her and ripped open her kameez. I threw it to the side and made her roll over on her back now. In a trice, I undid the knot of her salwar and pulled it all the way down. Her near naked body was there revealed before me. She was wearing her traditional white bra and her white panties, now of silk. I looked down at her panties and there was that same little wet spot already. With one finger I rubbed very lightly against her outer labia. I could feel that the tingling sensation sent a chill down her spine. I gently and softly went over her pussy again with my finger, and again she shivered. I was touching her through her panties and she liked it. I wanted to say "No, no, no!!! you're not getting a reprieve today. I want you to suffer today and end up enjoying the fruits of my love for you!", but I decided that I will not repeat the mistake of 25-years back and not put words to what we were experiencing. "Oh Raj, we're married now. We can't do this. We're good friends Raj, please, stop touching me in that way, I don't like it", she remonstrated. She tried to grab at her dress lying close by but I firmly held her hand. I held her tight, looked deep in her eyes and kissed her again. Was she going to re-enact what she did 25 years back? No, my reading of her could not be so wrong. I had reckoned that her negation of our progress that day was bugging her and that she had now concluded that she had been wrong. I was determined not to utter a word till we were well and truly on our way to exploring each other in all glory and detail, which I reckoned, could not be but a few minutes away. I then moved down her stomach and was licking every section of her stomach. It was so soft, her skin was so white, and it evoked unbounded lust. I slowly kissed my way up to her breasts and undid the hook at the front of her bra. I sat there for a second looking at how well formed and beautiful her breasts were. I kissed and licked them, and teased her around her nipple. I saw her nipples were becoming very hard. Her breathing got deeper as I got closer and closer to her nipple, I finally gave it a little lick and sucked on it for a few seconds, while my other hand was massaging her other tit. "Oooooh Raj, that feels so good. But you must stop, I'm serious, I'm going to scream!" she yelled out again in retaliation. I carried on, silently, conveying an unspoken message that said "Don't scream, love. You know you want to be here with me, you like it when I fiddle around with your tits like this, you like me sucking on them. You have suffered in pain as much as I did these last twenty five years. Do you want to throw it all away again stupidly?" Seeing my determination, she grew silent and lay there just offering her body to me. I sucked on her nipple and gently let loose my nimble tongue on the two of them inside my mouth, one by one. Her nipples got harder and harder. "Ooooooh Hoooooooh, Raj, Raj! It feels so good, but please st.....". She did not complete the operative part of her command. I knew how she felt. I knew what she wanted. I just continued. With my other hand I took her other nipple between my two fingers and pinched it a little and I realized, her tits were hard and they were now mine, I had control over them! She didn't want me to stop; she was only uttering half-words of remonstration to make her feel better about herself that she "resisted". That made my job more clearly defined. I worked my other hand down now to her stomach and I felt across it. I slowly moved it down until I could feel her panties. I cupped my hand over her panties where her pussy was and I could feel her little mound being so wet, begging to be conquered. I could feel the dampness seeping through so rapidly. Finally, I moved one of my fingers, and put it inside of her panties, and I rubbed her majestic womanhood just a little. It had taken me 25 long long years and God knows how many tears and breakdowns to traverse the half millimetre thickness of her panties. Finally, I was on the other side of it, and was privileged to be feeling her womanhood. She gave a big sigh herself, signalling that she recognised the enormity of the occasion as much. I looked at her and espied a hint of tears in her eyes. But I continued to titillate her with my finger; I massaged her outer lips with my finger. My finger was quickly soaked in her juices. I licked her nectar off my finger. She was so full and tasty. I slowly began to play with her panties, taking them off inch by inch. Pausing the attention to her right breast, I began kissing her inner thighs, rubbing them simultaneously with my hands. I could now smell her. I could smell her hot sex waiting for me and inviting me. I placed my tongue over her panties where her wetness was, and I licked it, slowly going up and down. She tasted so well. I rubbed her pussy softly from the outside while licking her simultaneously. "Oh Raj, drink me off now. I am already so wet from your finger and your tongue. This is not the time for teasing me, you little monster! Eat me out nowwwww!!" I never felt or remembered her being that demanding, in any facet of her existence. Her hips started gyrating vigorously and she shoved her crotch towards my mouth. She was rocking back and forth and smearing her juices all over my hungry face. I felt so much more handsome at the moment, with her love and affection stamped so clearly all over my face. With my finger, I gently rubbed her soft wet lips. Finally, I slowly took off her panties, and threw them to the side. I saw her wet little opening, so completely soaked in her feminine juices. I knew I had to compensate Pari for all the labour of love by licking it all off. I decided it was the opportune time to become vocal now. I was convinced that she was irretrievably drawn into a commitment to complete our physical union today. "Oh my Gawd, was a little girl ever more wet? What happened, Pari? What made you so wet, my little doll", I enquired teasingly. "Oh stop being a tease and shove that stick of yours into me now, Raj. Of course, you're the little monster that made me this wet. You knew you'd make me so wet! Now fuck me, immediately". I obeyed... I had a lovely full view of Pari's fantabulous pussy. Her pubic hair was so well kept. She was still the same meticulous girl. I slowly parted her outer lips, and I took my tongue and licked it solidly from bottom to top. She moaned "Oooooooh! Raj, your tongue is so soft and manipulative, lick me again and don't stop". I then licked her again, right in the middle of her little slit; I licked her slowly and gently from top to bottom this time. Her hips moved in sync with the motion of my tongue. She was getting wetter by the moment and it was turning me on even more. I then parted her inner lips, pulled her pussy slightly apart and nudged it with my tongue, and I gave it one good slow suck. Her clit, aroused now, was clearly visible, glistening like a little tip of ivory jutting out of a heap of dark sand. As I gently rubbed her clit with my forefinger, she gasped and moaned, and couldn't breathe. "Raj, rub my clit harder, faster, faster, faster, suck my pussy Raj, eat it out now! Raj, rub my pussy. Hurry, I'm aching for you Raj!", she screamed out. Equipped with the license from Pari, I now licked her pussy even more furiously. I fumbled around her wonderful assembly and brought my mouth towards it. I parted her cunt and I stuck my tongue inside of her yet again, licking her pussy walls from left to right, up and down, smoothly, gently, caressing her female sex that I had waited so long for. Juices were gushing out now. I slid my forefinger in and out in a rhythmic pattern with my tongue. "Oooooooh, Aaaaahhhh, finger me, you little scoundrel! Don't stop sucking my clit, lick it hard Raj, harder! Harder! Faster!" she yelled again! I gradually increased my pace and I was eating her pussy out faster now. My licks became more aggressive and rapid, just like the way she wanted it. I fingered her with my forefinger and soon inserted another. I slid my fingers in and out, and each time I went in, I made sure I'd press against her g-spot and each time I did so, I got a healthy response. "Oooooooooh Ooooooooh Aaaaaaaahhhh Ooooooooo, that feels so good, finger fuck me harder darling!" I liked what I was doing to her. "Raj, I'm about to explode, ahhhhh! I'm going to cum, don't stop, Raj"... Making Amends 25 Years Later She was ripe for the huge rollicking release, but I wouldn't let her orgasm. "Pari, I want the party to go on, darling.... Now listen to me carefully....", I told her. But she was in no need to listen to any instructions at this glorious moment of our coming together. Even though she was evidently not amused at the abrupt pause to her pleasure, she gave me an intense kiss. She decided to attack my cock, and she pulled down my shorts. She firmly grasped her hands on my shaft, and stroked it with all the energy she had. I was so wet from the pre-cum, and she spread that thin on the curved surface of the cylindrical monster and lubricated my whole cock. She was sliding her hands up and down my cock. As she licked the sensitive head of my cock while she was stroking it up and down, I almost fainted in ecstasy. Then, slowly, she licked my whole shaft! My breathing became heavier, it felt great and I was in raptures! Despite years and years of living a married life, this was the first time such a thing was happening to me. Before I realised how I was being swept away in an avalanche of sexual fantasy-turned-reality, she gobbled up my whole cock in her mouth. Whoever said that Asians had small dicks? I was a full-blown man and Pari took all 8 inches of it – seven inches of my normal length plus one inch because of my Pari I touching me in that manner today. She wasn't Pari anymore, she was a monster now, and I liked it! "Oh My God!! Pari, where did you learn how to do that", I asked in shock. "Aye, my Raj, I had fantasies about doing this ever since that disastrous afternoon that should never have gone awry. Please don't stop me today...I wanna have you cum, straightaway, you naughty boy", she replied with a mischievous grin and in a voice barely recognisable, what with my full manhood stuffed in her mouth. I stood there motionless, my very being raised to a haloed altitude never experienced before and my body barely responding to my commands. I was frozen in unearthly pleasures I never knew existed. She moved her head back and forth and was sucking the very life out of my cock, I reckoned that at this rate, I'd explode in her mouth and it would be all over. I wanted to prevent that at any cost. Our first one had to be really memorable. I forced my cock out of her mouth but she still went after it, as she wanted some more! I had to move back a bit, but she was advancing so aggressively towards me. The determination writ large on her face scared me no ends! I finally gained control over myself, held her by her arms and pushed her on to the bed. I urged her to lie still and I spread her legs apart. Then again, I had another full view of the pussy I wanted so much! As I readied myself for my most treasured entry into my Pari, I noticed that her cunt was so tight, not betraying the fact that the childbirths she had been through had been routed through this little orifice only. I saw the wet opening and how all her juices covered the inside and outside of it. "Ooooooohhhhhh!!! Do not torture me more now.... Take me now Raj, fuck me like you would back then, the day when we should have fucked each other, all those years ago, only please make it a thousand times harder today! NOW, take me!" then she moaned, "Please RAJ, fuck me now, I can't take this any more, my cunt is aching for your cock." I took my solid hard cock and began to rub it against the ample pubic hair surrounding her outer pussy lips. As I moved it up and down, she moved her pelvis and faithfully followed the movement of my cock. All the time, she was holding me firmly from my waist and scratching her love into my skin. With one deft movement of her hips, she lunged forward and my manhood went inside her tunnel a few inches. "Naughty doll, that's not permitted!" I continued to stroke her in this teasing manner for several minutes. I knew she loved it. I pushed my cock on to her clit and she moaned with pleasure and her fingers dug deeper into my skin at the waist. All this while, she was urging me to rid her of her pain and longing by giving to her womanhood the full length of my big hard phallus. Finally, I took my cock and slowly slid it inside her cunt. Her vaginal muscles contracted right away and firmly engulfed my cock within her. I could hear her sob and tears of pride and joys filled her eyes. I felt so proud at the importance she attached to the event that we were creating at the moment. It was an enormous occasion for both of us. Resumption and culmination of a story that lay incomplete for so many years. I could feel her pussy juices and wetness all around me. No lubrication was required. I slid my cock slowly in and then withdrew it equally slowly, in and out, in and out. Each time I went in, I could feel the tightness of her orifice. I gradually enhanced the vigour of my movements. Faster and faster I went. Gradually, I pounded my cock deep within her. I got all 8 inches of me inside her and she writhed with pleasure and satisfaction! Each time I'd crash my cock into her, she moaned out aloud and called my name. She was not passive by any means, for she would, in turn, thrust her pelvis harder against mine, so my cock would touch her innermost core all the way deep inside her. The bed sheet bore the brunt of her ecstatic fury, as she held on to it, clutched at it and tore it at several places. The increasing crescendo of euphoric decibels emanating from her throat encouraged me to fuck her harder and harder. This was the golden moment that we had lived for so many years. We were interminably joined and the sense of oneness that our physical union created had a mystic aura about itself. After so many years of married existence, I was finding newer and entirely unseen dimensions of my own sexuality. The harder I rocked her body, the more I wanted to give to her. In the midst of all this, I barely whispered into her ears and asked, "Pari, I hope it is okay and I am not hurting you in any way". I could instantly see tears well again from her eyes, moved by my concern for her well being, even at the height of my ecstasy. But she answered by clutching at me even harder and urging me to go deeper, faster. I was pleasured beyond my own belief but what made me really happy was that this sexual union made my Pari even happier. The sense of gratification and fulfilment writ large on her face was my incentive for going even harder at it. We switched positions now. I had been fucking her hard missionary style and she loved it. I now lay down, and I told her to get on top of me. She quickly obeyed and slowly sat on top of me, with her dripping womanhood right over my face. I licked and sucked on her pussy, the juices this time dripping on to my tongue an even more heady cocktail of hers and mine. I did this for a while and then guided her to move away, even as I used my hand to rub her tight cunt to keep it warm and active for the next onslaught. I rubbed her clitoris vigorously and she thrust her hips madly. The pleasure that I was generating in her was a bit too much for her to handle. I stuck my tongue in her again, and began eating her cunt. I was a bit more adventurous and even lightly dug my teeth into her gorgeous assembly of sex. I was amazed how the animal inside me had come to the fore today but I loved it and I knew Pari loved it even more. Finally after giving her another oral session, I fingered her a bit and lay down again. I told her to get on top of my cock and ride me, something any healthy woman always wants to do. She obeyed and got on top of me, and slowly slid her body down on my cock. I saw her lovely breasts again and her whole naked body. Oooooohhh! she was so tight, my cock finally penetrated inside of her and she was moving up and down slowly. Whether she was naturally so energetic and athletic despite her fragile frame or whether the occasion today made her assume the vigour, I could not tell. She gradually increased the pace and pretty soon was riding me like a seasoned cavalry. Her lips parted every time she moved down on my cock, and closed again a little bit when she raised herself for the withdrawal stroke. She was riding up and down. "Faster, faster, faster!!!", I screamed. She moved faster and we were both pretty close to exploding. I felt the tensions in my balls and knew that I was going to ejaculate pretty soon. I grabbed her tits with my left hand and began to massage them rapidly, and with the right hand, I was rubbing her divine orifice while she rode me majestically. I rubbed her clit and she responded "Ooooooh, Uuuuuuuhhhh, Aaaaaahh!!! I'm going to cum". I kept rubbing her clit as her tight vagina was fucking the life out of me; I rubbed it as though this would be the last time ever we fucked! I realised little then that this union of ours was to bring happy bodings into our lives. Faster and faster I rubbed her pussy, and wetter and wetter she got. Her cunt took my whole cock in and out, in and out, sliding in and out with ease. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh Raj, I'm cumming..... Oooooohhhhh, ahhhhhhh" I continued rubbing her clit and I felt the rush of her pussy juice coming from the inside. It felt like a torrent of tropical rains, she came so much even with my cock inside her! Her vaginal muscles were contracting and relaxing with violent tensions now, and her vagina almost ate my cock alive! "Uuuuhhhh, Ooooooooo!! PARI, I'm gonna cum in you love, right now", I yelled in pleasure! With a sudden burst, I unloaded all my semen into her sweet 40 odd years old pussy. I came into her, and she loved it, it felt like magic! Loads after loads of cum went into her, it was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life. Nothing with my wife ever was remotely close to this! We both gasped for air after we came, her pussy was still wet and my cock was still hard. This evening had taken the life out of us, we were no longer humans, and animal instincts had overpowered us both! "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt Raj, I came about three times when you were in me", she giggled. "Yeah, we should have done this years ago, who knew you are this good", I replied with a smile. She said that she had never had sex like that ever before in all her married life. She confessed that this was the first time she had put a male member in her mouth and loved every bit of it. I also admitted that it was the first time for me also to eat on a pussy. She laughed hysterically as I told her that my wife would never trust my tongue within half mile of her vagina. I told Pari how beautiful she looked today and then I kissed her softly on the lips and we lay there naked, feeling on our bodies each other's wetness and rejoicing in each other's warmth and presence. Pari finally surprised me, "Raj, I know today that I was wrong that day. Can we not make amends for the mistake of that day, for good?" These were the happiest words I ever was to hear in my life. We fell asleep together even as the sun shone on us through the open t window. Like all good lovers, we had each other innumerable times that Wednesday. We made love in a million different ways the whole day on Wednesday, the whole night and the whole of Thursday. I had fallen in love with this woman all over again. Everything was perfect. Yes, everything has been perfect ever since. Even as these thoughts were exercising my mind, the flight began its descent into New York, for yet another exclusive holiday with Pari. Making Amends Aliyah was far from idle herself. She continued to lick and dab at the tight pussy underneath her, fucking it with her fingers. She could feel every throb, every pulse, of Linn's aroused puss. Linn was a true lez at heart, Aliyah knew. She loved the sensation of a woman in her arms, feasting on her cunt. Aliyah had never herself been with a woman who MOVED like this during sex. She rubbed and squirmed all over Aliyah's body, it was as if she put her entire body into the caresses. There was an unbridled sensuality to Linn that the voluptuous brunette found highly appealing, she wanted more. Linn's mind was awash in newfound sensations. She'd enjoyed her little lesbian tryst in college – ending it only out of guilt over Mark – but it was nothing compared to the wild feelings she felt while being manipulated by Aliyah. As the digits plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt, her own tongue swabbed over Aliyah's pussy, she didn't want this to end, ever! Aliyah moved away from her, Linn let out a disappointed little whimper. Aliyah leaned over and kissed her on her cum-stained lips. "Hang on baby, the best part is cumming!" She went to her purse and pulled out a large, fleshy dildo, which she strapped on to her magnificent body. She came back and showed it to Linn, who was momentarily shocked. But only momentarily. Lewdly, the pretty photographer lay back on the divan and spread her legs wide open, in invitation. "C'mere and fuck me, baby!" she leered at Aliyah. Aliyah was beyond words at how nicely Linn had taken to this kind of games. She got in between Linn's legs and rammed the monstrous dildo into the woman's cunt. "Oh Christ, yeah, fuck, that's good, fuck me, fuckmefuck, oh God, FUCK ME 'TIL I DIE!" Linn howled as the monstrous rubber cock penetrated her. She almost couldn't believe her own words, but this was good, too good to stop. Encouraged even more by Linn's responsiveness, Aliyah did exactly that. She drilled the pretty lady with all the skill of a practiced lesbian and felt her own climax approaching. The woman underneath her was near orgasm herself, once Linn came, Aliyah knew that would send her over the edge. That was mere minutes away. "Oh God, YESSSSSS!!!" Linn screeched, as her orgasm took control of her body. The look on Linn's beautiful face did, in fact, send Aliyah over the edge. She hunched against Linn, the pair of them having a few more mini-climaxes until they collapsed in exhaustion. Codi sat there, wide-eyed at Linn's confession. "And you're still seeing her?" Linn nodded, placing her hand on the girl's bare knee. "Mmm-hmm. At least once a week. I've even been in a threeway with her and her other lover, Sugar." It was a lot for Codi to take in. This stunning woman didn't look like a lesbian. Of course, that was silly. What did a lesbian look like, anyway? Some of her girlfriends were bi – or even Lez, Codi suspected – and they were pretty. "What about Mark?" Linn let out a gentle sigh. "Codi dear, I love my husband. He's a wonderful man, we enjoy each other. He's kind and gentle in bed, but he doesn't fulfill all my needs. I prefer women, I know that now. And Mark just isn't kinky, for another thing." Codi grinned. If Linn only knew. "That's why I didn't object to his little fling. I don't want you to stop seeing him. Do you love him?" Codi's eyes grew moist. "Yes. But I think he loves you more." Linn took the girl's hand. "Well, I might have a solution. Will you hear me out?" Codi nodded and then it happened. Linn leaned forward, cupped the girl's sweet young face in her hand and kissed her, full on the mouth. It startled Codi, but only for the briefest of moments. "Wha ---?" she managed to spout out. Linn flashed that dazzling smile again, Codi felt nearly intoxicated. "For only the second time in my life, I find myself truly wanting to be with a woman. That woman is you, Codi dear. Would you be willing to let me make love to you, to show you the delights of another woman?" Codi said "But, Mark --- " " --- won't be home for a while, if I know my husband. Please Codi, I want to be with you, to prove to you how wonderful my kind of love can be. May I?" "Yes" Codi replied with a tremor in her voice. Linn took the sweet, blonde young woman by the hand and led her upstairs to the Master bedroom. Like Linn herself, the room was sensual, a prelude to pleasure. Codi was standing there, on jelly legs, unsure of what to do next. Linn broke the tension. "Please darling, don't be nervous. Relax. I won't do anything to you that you won't want or enjoy. Would you like to undress?" Codi shook her head, nervously. Linn smiled. "Would you like for ME to undress YOU?" Codi nodded at that. That pleased Linn. She'd been wanting to see this pretty girl naked since she walked in the door. What her husband saw in Codi was evident, now it was her turn to behold all of the girl's charms. She patted the bed and beckoned for Codi to come and sit beside her. Linn reached out and planted a gentle kiss on Codi's cheek. She began to unbutton the pretty blonde's pink sweater, delighted with what she found underneath. "Delectable" was the perfect word for Codi, she wore a lacy, sheer pink bra. Her dark, sexy nipples were already poking through, Linn brushed her hand gently across the girl's breasts. Hearing a light gasp coming from Codi, she proceeded with undressing the sexy teen. Linn said "Lift your tushie darling" and Codi complied, allowing Linn to remove her tiny white skirt. Linn had been correct in her assessment, the girl wore a pink thong that matched the bra. "You're so very adorable" Linn said, kissing Codi's left nipple through the bra. "I"M adorable?" Codi said, blushing slightly. "Linn, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Linn smiled. "Okay, so we're both beautiful. That ought to make this evening even more magical." Summoning up some of the boldness that had endeared her to Mark, Codi smiled "Okay, if I'm naked, shouldn't you be naked too?" Linn nodded and stood up from the bed. She took the straps from the satin sheeth and lowered them, then did a little shimmy and the sheath dropped to the floor. She stood before the girl in expensive, lacy lingerie. It complimented everything about Linn, her skin tone, sleek legs and exotic looks. A cream in color, it added to Linn's appeal in every way. "Gorgeous. Just gorgeous." Codi murmured. Linn returned and sat beside her on the bed. She took Codi's hands in her own and squeezed them gently. "Let me show you what a wonderful time two women can have, won't you? Do you trust me?" Codi leaned in to Linn's face and kissed her, brushing her own full lips against those of the other woman. She pulled away from Linn and said "I think that should answer your question, darling." Still in the pink thong and bra, Codi moved upwards on the bed. She'd kept on her heels, she always thought it was sexy wearing her shoes when she fucked. Judging from Linn's gentle caresses of her feet and thighs, Linn seemed to think along those same lines. Codi had pretty feet, her legs were nicely shaped and heels always accentuated that look. Linn removed Codi's bra, letting her natural, round tits spill free. "Yummy!" Linn said, kissing each one, fondling them, weighing them in her hands. Only Aliyah had aroused her this much, there was something so-very sexy about Codi. She seemed to invite playfulness, so Linn kissed down the girl's flat tummy, towards her thong-covered pussy. She could see Codi shiver with delight at ever kiss and lick. She swirled her tongue around Codi's pierced navel, thinking that too, was extremely sexy. It was then she saw Codi's little butterfly tattoo, she realized how much Codi adored her husband. It gave Linn hope that her plan for them all was going to succeed. Codi had never felt like this, she was certain her pussy was soaked, she was so turned on. Her mind wasn't even on Mark, it was on his sensual wife, paying dutiful homage to her horny cunt. She felt Linn's fingers pull her panties aside and when Linn's tongue dabbed at her pussy, Codi went mad with pleasure. Mark ate pussy well, but Linn was an artiste. She flattened her tongue against Codi's needy pussy, she nuzzled the clit until it throbbed with want. Every inch of Codi's nether regions were hot with desire. Linn had learned her lessons in the lesbian arts well, now she passing them on to Codi. She stabbed at the girl's sweet pussy, loving it with the same ardor she gave Aliyah. Scrumptious, that was the word for the young girl. Codi was trying hard to stay still, but it was a losing battle. Linn's licking was good, oh-so-good and she writhed under the beauty's erotic attack. Her body hunched and arched and ached for more of Linn's unique lovemaking. Codi was panting now, chest heaving, breath coming in short spurts. She had never imagined another woman could make her feel this good, but Linn was putting her all into Codi's pleasure. All of a sudden, Codi felt selfish. "Linn? Please honey, stop." Linn moved up from between Codi's smooth thighs. "Why baby, aren't you enjoying yourself?" she said, a disappointed look crossing her beautiful features. "Oh goodness no, I haven't felt like that – ever!" Codi beamed. "I'd just like to give you some pleasure too, if you'll let me." Linn was ecstatic at hearing this. "Would you like me to show you?" Meekly, Codi said "Yes, please." Linn instructed the young woman to change places with her. Linn removed her lingerie, then she reclined at the head of the bed and spread her long legs wide apart. "Just kiss my pussy baby, like it was a mouth. Lick it with your tongue, be gentle, you can't do anything I won't like." Codi was eager to please her newest lover. The young blonde hesitated, but only for the briefest of seconds. She tentatively reached out with her tongue and licked Linn's pussy a few times. It was almost sweet to the taste. Codi stuck out her tongue again, it was almost like an electric shock. Now Codi went about her task with gusto, she began eating Linn's cunt in earnest. Once Codi gave into her lesbian urges, she knew she'd never be able to go without a woman lover in her life – she hoped with all her heart that Linn would be one of them. Linn looked down at the pretty blonde head between her thighs, with the greatest of affection. The girl was such a sweetheart and so eager to please. She seemed to be growing in skill with every swab of her seeking tongue across Linn's pussy. Linn let out a yelp of sheer joy, which made Codi ecstatically happy. She moved out from between Linn's thighs, face shining with Linn's spendings. "What next, coach?" she asked, grinning. "I assume you know what sixty-nine is?" Codi nodded. "Good, baby. Why don't you and I pleasure each other at the same time, I'm eager to taste you again." Despite their height difference, a sixty-nine was easily accomplished between the two new lovers. Having Linn respond to her while she shook under Linn's caresses was even better. Linn was perhaps the most sensual lover she'd ever been with. What had it been that Linn had said, though? She wanted Mark to be more kinky? A divine inspiration came over Codi. She moved from between Linn's silky thighs and spoke. "Linn? Do you have any sex toys?" "A few baby, why? Do you want me to use them on you?" "No darling, I want to use them on YOU." Linn smiled, this was going even better than she could have dreamed. She scampered off the bed, Codi watched her skin glistening under the light. She was so flattered the beautiful woman had chosen her as a lover, there was no way she was anywhere near Linn's state of elegance and beauty, yet with Linn, she felt sexy and highly desirable. Linn came back into the bedroom, a few toys in hand. Codi saw exactly what she'd been hoping for, right away. She took a shiny, silver vibe from Linn's hands and turned it on. A light humming filled the room as Linn got back on the bed. Codi decided now it was time to up the kink factor. "Okay bitch, are you ready to get your hot cunt fucked, but good?" she snarled. This new side of Codi excited Linn tremendously. "Yes, you little slut, fuck me with that toy. Eat my cunt and fuck me with that vibe, make me cum, you little fuckslut!" Codi ran the buzzing vibe all over Linn's dark skin and nipples before she inserted it into Linn's steaming pussy. Linn let out a lusty howl as the vibe and Codi's probing fingers aroused her senses. "Like that, don't you, you magnificent bitch?" Codi hissed, seeing how her lewd talk was arousing Linn. "Like having that horny cunt of yours fucked with this sexy toy, right baby?" "Goddammit, YESS!!" Linn screeched, as a climax overtook her. Codi felt incredibly happy that she'd made her lover cum, her first time with another woman. Linn was still twitching and moving as Codi took one of her dark nipples in her mouth and suckled it gently. "H-how did you know?" Linn asked. "How did you know that's the kind of loving I crave?" Codi cupped one beautiful breast and nipped the nipple, gently. "You clued me in. Your signals were so obvious to a little kinkmeister like me." Codi let out a small giggle. Linn ran her hands over Codi's soft skin. It was the shade of buttermilk and so soft to the touch. "Kinkmeister, huh?" Codi giggled again and nodded. "Okay, Miss Kinky, so what do you crave?" Linn asked with a great deal of curiosity. "W-ellll --- " Codi said, with a degree of hesitation " --- don't get me wrong, your husband is a very kinky, wild, inventive lover ---" Linn blinked at that. "MY husband?" Codi nodded. "You two need to talk more. Yes, Mark is amazing, but he can be a little too wild at times. I've always wanted our sex to be slow, sensual, seductive at times. A girl likes a bit of romance." Linn was amazed at Codi's words, but she took them in stride. "Slow and sensual, huh sweets? THAT I can provide." Linn cuddled Codi in her arms and kissed the girl, slowly. She let her lips and hands do all the work. She played Codi's body like a fine instrument, letting Codi's soft little sighs and purrs of pleasure let her know if she was doing things right. Codi just lay there and luxuriated in Linn's soft touches. She felt herself getting more aroused minute-by-minute, her nipples got stiff again and her pussy was soaked. Linn's fingertips and fingernails just brushed across Codi's body, but she couldn't resist the impulse to squeal in delight. That little signal let Linn know she was doing just what was necessary to arouse her new playmate. Linn kissed down Codi's body, her touch feather-soft. She stroked everywhere on Codi's cuddly form, wanting to torture the girl in a most exquisite style. She could see the small sheen of perspiration on Codi's body, in the dim lighting of the room, it was quite alluring. "Oooh, that's it, yes Linn darling, that's what I've been wanting!" Codi cooed. She wanted to touch Linn in the way she was being touched, but she knew Linn was intent on bringing pleasure to HER, so Codi relaxed and just let herself be swept away in the sensations. Linn was kissing up and down her thighs now, little electric tingles ran throughout Codi's body. This time, Linn kissed her pussy slowly, she took time to adore the tasty pink morsel. She slowly licked, she nibbled a bit, she paid dutiful homage to Codi's sweet, young pussy. She was rewarded with flowing, sweet juices from the font of Codi's adorable pussy, she didn't want the girl to ever stop cumming. Codi didn't think she'd ever stop her intense climax. She arched her body upwards, eager for more of Linn's licking tongue. Wave upon wave of pleasure flowed throughout her being, she was nearly incoherent, babbling as her sensual partner brought her to new heights of bliss. Linn wasn't going to let up, not just yet. She wanted Codi to have an orgasm she's remember for the rest of her days. She ovalled her tongue and slid it deep within the recesses of Codi's dripping pussy. That was it. That gesture sent Codi over the edge, she screamed louder than ever before and came, thrashing and moaning. Linn felt herself having a little mini-cum, pleased she'd satisfied this sweet young thing she now adored. Panting, eyes not quite focused, Codi looked over to see Linn smiling at her. She reached over, drew Linn's beautiful face to her own, and Codi kissed her. Hard, with passion, loving this beautiful woman who had brought her such intense joy and pleasure. "Is it my turn now?" she asked Linn, eagerly. Linn looked over at the clock radio on the nightstand. She sighed. "I'm afraid not baby, Mark will be home soon." She saw Codi's face break into a pout, even that was adorable. "Oh, don't worry baby, we'll do this again, if you want to." Codi looked at her in mock shock. "IF I want to ---?" Linn laughed and hugged Codi tight. "Well, I have a plan, but baby, we'll have to talk and get dressed quickly. The plan is ---" Mark returned home and found his wife and his mistress exactly where he'd left them, having wine and chatting. He was somewhat puzzled by this, there didn't seem to be any anger or animosity. If anything, they seemed to be enjoying each other's company. He hung up his coat and went over to Linn, kissing her and indicating Codi. "So, have you two talked everything through?" Mark asked. Linn nodded, as did Codi. "We did. Mark, how could you even THINK of not seeing this lovely creature again? I won't hear of it!" Mark blinked, not sure he was hearing his wife correctly. "Say that again?" Linn took her husband's hand, then Codi's. "Mark, Codi and I have come to – an understanding. You will continue to see Codi, on Mondays and Wednesdays." Mark wasn't sure what to make of this, so Linn continued on. "I will see her on Tuesdays and Thursdays." Mark's face registered his shock, but he tried to put on a stoic face. "What about Fridays?" Codi giggled. "Well darling, I am still a student. I have to study SOMETIME." Linn laughed, then Mark asked his next question. "What about Saturday?" Linn and Codi both smiled, taking his hand. "I think the bed upstairs is big enough to hold three, don't you?" Mark nodded, still not believing any of this. Codi smiled. "And on Sundays, I rest." Linn thought to herself "I don't know about that, Codi dear. I think Aliyah and you would look wonderful in a sixty-nine." Making Amends Lana dropped her keys on the counter and began leafing through the stack of mail waiting for her after work. Amongst the usual bills and junk mail, she did see one envelope that looked interesting. It had a return address of her old high school. "What's this?" she thought dropping everything except for the letter, beginning to open it. She read: "Tenth Anniversary Reunion". "God. Has it been ten years already?" she asked herself. Along with the usual information, she saw the date was less than a month away. She considered it briefly, deciding. She wanted to go. Now it was just a matter of convincing Keith that it was something she really wanted to do. Lana had dinner well under way when Keith arrived home himself. Pausing at the same spot Lana had stood in earlier, he quickly pawed through the mail. "Anything interesting?" "No, not really. But there was a letter from my old high school," she said nonchalantly. "Oh? What did they want?" Lana told him about the reunion coming up, as well as the date. She'd already checked her day planner and knew they had nothing planned for that weekend. "Come on Keith. I really want to go," she told him. "I had a lot of friends, many of which I haven't seen in years now." "Can't you go by yourself?" he asked, still trying to beg himself off. "No! What's the point in going alone? Everyone would wonder where the hell my husband was." "Oh...I'm sure there'll be a few other's there without their spouses." Keith stated, still trying to distance himself away from going. "Please?" "I'll think about it." They barely spoke through dinner, then sat watching TV for a few hours before it was once again time for bed. Lana had gone up a few minutes earlier to get ready while Keith finished watching the news. Eventually he followed. Lana was already in bed waiting for him when he got there. Once Keith had undressed, he pulled back the covers to slip in to bed. As he did, he noticed Lana was naked. "Want to fool around?" she asked. Keith grinned. "Yeah, but I still haven't decided to go. We still gonna fool around?" # During dinner, and then later while watching TV, Lana began to think about all the friends she had once known, wondering what many of them had been up to over the past ten years. As she did, she recalled a woman who had once been a very good friend. Lucy Akagi. As good of friends as they once had been, she and Lana had had a falling out shortly before graduation. Something she had regretted ever since. As she thought about her, she wondered if she'd maybe be there. It would be nice to see her again, perhaps giving her a chance to talk with her and make amends. One thing Lana remembered about their relationship were the many evenings they had spent sleeping over at one another's places. They had often stayed up until the wee hours, discussing their dreams, their futures. And of course...guys. Though Lana later learned about a year after graduation that someone had told her they'd heard Lucy was bi-sexual. Though somewhat surprised at hearing that, it did shed a little light on one or two conversations they'd had. As well as an evening that she and Lana had spent together that had left her wondering about for years. She remembered that particular night very clearly. They'd been discussing one of their very favorite topics. Sex. Neither of them were virgins then, both having shared that experience as well as many others as they shared secrets, laughing at some of the antic's that many of the boys tried pulling on them, just to get them into bed. "Do you know Marcie Shaw?" Lucy had asked her. Lana thought for a minute. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place the face. "Not personally no. I think I've heard the name, but I can't quite picture her. Why?" "She's that fiery redheaded girl that transferred to our school about a year ago. I think I told you about her shortly after she did." "Oh yeah, now I remember! Isn't she the one who got caught going down on another girl in the locker room after school or something?" "Yeah. That's her!" Lucy smiled when saying. "So...what about her?" "Well...would you believe me if I told you she came on to me?" "You're kidding! When?" Lana couldn't quite imagine it. If it was the same girl she remembered, she could believe that. But she couldn't see Lucy and her together. Lucy didn't seem the 'type' for one thing. And for another...she and Lucy had been friends for a long time. Lucy had certainly never said or done anything to even remotely suggest she was interested in other women. She did recall as she thought that, that Lucy had mentioned on occasion something about this or that girls boobs, or the way they looked naked. But hell...they all had done that at one time or another. "Yesterday," Lucy continued. "She came up to me while I was in gym class cleaning some things out of my locker." "What did she say?" Lana said, sitting up in the doublewide bed they were sharing together, obviously interested. "Well, it wasn't so much what she said. But the way she said it." "Damn it Lucy...quit teasing me. Tell me what she said or I'm going to hit you over the head with my pillow!" Lana made a threatening gesture to do just that. When she did, Lucy reached out and pinched her on the breast. Though each was dressed for bed, they were both wearing fairly sheer, transparent nightgowns that left very little to the imagination. As such, it was easy for Lucy to have pinpointed exactly where one of Lana's nipples was when she pinched it. "Ouch!" Lana screamed playfully pulling away. "I'm going to get you for that!" Lucy tried to get out of bed, squealing in mocked fear. Grabbing her by the ankle, Lana managed to keep her from doing so, though Lucy continued to pull, dragging Lana off with her. In a heap, they both landed on the floor together, though Lucy quickly spun herself around, sitting on top of Lana. "Who's got who?" Lucy challenged. Pressing both of Lana's hands to the floor above her head, Lucy bent forward. "So Lana. Have you ever kissed a girl before? Come on...tell me. I know you have," she said teasingly. She leaned closer like she was thinking about doing just that. "You wouldn't dare!" Lana said struggling. Though truth was, she could have easily shaken Lucy off if she'd really wanted to. Lucy continued leaning over, then stopped when it became evident that Lana had no intention of giving in, nor...in being threatened in this fashion either. Switching tactics, Lucy released one of Lana's hands, reaching down, cupping Lana's breast in her hand. As she did, she quickly located and recaptured her nipple. "Give up or I twist it off!" she threatened. "Ok, Ok. I give." Lana said expecting her to let up. To her surprise, and shock, Lucy gave it an affectionate little twist anyway, immediately causing her nipple to become erect. "Padiddle" Lucy teased her. "Am not!" Lana shot back. "Yes you are. Look. One's hard, and one isn't," she said continuing to tease her. "You're Padiddle." The boys used the slang term for whenever a car had one of its headlights out. One off...one on. Padiddle. It didn't take long for them to start using the term whenever they saw a girl with one hard nipple showing beneath her sweater or bra. Eventually, Lucy had let Lana up off the floor where they soon after returned to bed. Much later that night while sleeping, Lana dreamed. Or thought she was dreaming anyway. Awakening to a very moist very wet pussy. "Had she imagined, dreamed, Lucy playing with her?" she wondered. Lana had opened her eyes, half sitting up. As she did, she thought she had felt Lucy turn, rolling over. But she simply wasn't sure. Reaching down, she felt herself. Her panties were damp, very damp. Had it been a dream? Or hadn't it? She never found out one way or the other. Less than a week later, she and Lucy had gotten into a major altercation. Surprisingly enough, it had been over Marcie and she going to the movies together. Why that had bothered her as much as it had, she didn't know. But...it was enough that they ended up not speaking to one another. Something that continued on through graduation. Lucy went off someplace to attend college, and sadly, Lana never saw or spoke to her again. # It was when Lana was laying there in bed waiting for Keith to come up, that she remembered. Lucy was Asian. Keith...had a thing for Asian women. "Yeah...we're still going to fool around," she answered him. "By the way, did I ever tell you about my best friend Lucy in high school? She's Asian." Lana almost laughed when she saw the sudden, interested look etched in his face. "No. Don't think you ever have," he told her, feigning interest, but obviously so. Keith climbed into bed next to her, his erection suddenly harder than it was a moment ago. Lana reached over and began gently playing with it. Now that she had his undivided attention, she decided to use the fact that her friend had been an Asian, telling him all about her while playing with him. That...and telling Keith all about that weird last final night they had spent together. Not too surprisingly, Keith lay there listening to her without interrupting, except to ask an occasional question or two. Beyond that, he was content to have his prick stroked and played with, all the while listening to Lana telling him about this cute little Asian friend of hers. "So anyway...as it later turns out, I guess she really was bi. Someone told me a year later they had spoken with her. And, that she had mentioned to them that one of the reasons she'd quit being my friend was because she was starting to have feelings for me." "What sort of feelings?" Keith huskily questioned. Lana smiled inwardly. Jacking him off as she had been had certainly had its effect. But so had her telling him about Lucy. "You know...sexy, sensual feelings. I think that she was just then discovering that maybe she did have a thing towards women. And not necessarily just because of Marcie. Though I think it was Marcie that made her realize that. The truth is, I think she was starting to wonder about it a lot sooner than that. I also know that I was pretty sure she sometimes masturbated there in bed next to me. Though she never did try anything. The closest she ever came was that last night we spent together." "Did you ever masturbate in bed with her too?" Keith asked becoming more and more aroused. "Once yes. But I think Lucy was already asleep when I did. I remember wondering at the time if she had been. And the thought of that made me horny. So later...I did." "Why didn't you do it when she was?" Keith pressed. Lana did laugh this time. "Because Keith, I wasn't sure she had. Not really, and...I hadn't considered the possibility of ever doing anything with another girl before then either." "You mean you actually have thought about it?" he asked. Lana watched her husband as his face screwed up with intense pleasure at her manipulations along with all this sexy erotic talk. "Sure...a few times. Admittedly, I have wondered, been curious about it. But I've never actually considered doing anything because I can't think of anyone I really would be comfortable doing something like that with." "Not even Lucy?" Keith asked now closer to orgasm. Sensing that, Lana backed off slightly; she wanted to time this just right if she was going to convince Keith to go along with her to the reunion. "Lucy would be the one person I actually might consider it with. But...like I said, it's been years since I've seen her. And...we hadn't parted as the best of friends. Still, it would be nice seeing her again. And perhaps if I did, we could make up." "Yeah...maybe we could invite her over to dinner one evening or something." Keith suggested excitedly. "So, does that mean you'll go to the reunion with me?" she asked him, simultaneously increasing the up and down action on his prick. Just as Keith felt his orgasm's arrival, he answered her. "Yes! Oh fuck yes!" he said excitedly as Lana bent over taking the rest of his climax happily inside her mouth. # Lana was a little nervous. The day of the high school reunion had finally arrived. She'd spent days worrying over an outfit to wear. She didn't want to wear anything "too" sexy, she'd thought. But she didn't want to wear anything that wouldn't at least attract attention. Especially Lucy's if by chance she was even there. "Ready?" Keith called out to her. Lana had to laugh to herself. He seemed even more anxious that she was. "I'll be out in a minute!" Lana checked herself one last time in the mirror. She'd chosen a rather slinky looking black dress that though floor-length, was cut high up on the thigh. Lana always had had fairly large breasts. The dress she'd chosen was cut just low enough to show them off without being too revealing. "Perfect," she thought, remembering as she did how often Lucy had chosen to wear black herself. She'd constantly been trying to convince Lana to wear black, like she did. She was surprised that she found herself as aroused as she thought about it. The prospect of merely seeing Lucy again was a hopeful one. But to find herself actually becoming aroused over that was something else entirely. "God...wouldn't it be funny if she really did come over for dinner one evening. What would I do?" she had to wonder. Lana soon emerged from the bedroom looking spectacular. "Wow. You're gorgeous!" Keith said when he saw her. "Why thank you." Lana said purposely batting her eyes at him. "And I must say, you're looking rather handsome yourself!" Keith really did clean up nice. So used to seeing him in work clothes every day, it wasn't often that she saw him wearing a white dinner jacket, black tie. "Maybe I should have gone by myself after all," she teased. "As good looking as you are, some of those single spouses you mentioned might try and steal you away!" Keith beamed proudly. "Well, not when they see who I've got on my arm!" he responded. They arrived forty minutes later at the hotel where the reunion was being held. Though not early, they weren't fashionably, or unfashionably late either. By the number of cars in the parking lot, Lana knew that a great many of her classmates had shown up. She couldn't help but wonder if Lucy would be among them. As they approached the desk where they were to check in and pick up their nametags, Lana quickly searched around, not only for theirs, but for Lucy's too. She felt a pang of sudden disappointment when she realized Lucy's name wasn't amongst those on the table. Keith, sensing what she was looking for smiled, speaking to her. "Maybe she's already here." Lana grinned. "Maybe she is," she said smiling, helping Keith with his nametag as she placed it on his breast above the pocket. "Here. I'll help you with yours," he offered. Lana brushed his hand away however. "No thanks. I know where it is you'd like to put it!" she said suddenly feeling a lot better. "You're at table number twenty-one," their hostess indicated. Lana knew her of course; she just wasn't one of the friends she had usually hung around with. "Thank you." Taking Keith by the arm, Lana led him inside the banquet area where they'd be having dinner. As their table was on the other side of the room, they began to cross the dance floor in order to get there. "Lana? Is that you?" Lana looked up expectantly. It hadn't been Lucy's voice she'd heard. But it was someone familiar. "Christy!" Lana said walking towards her. "God! It's nice to see you again." Christy had been a friend amongst friends. Though never as close to her as she'd been with a few others, especially Lucy, it was nice at least to see a familiar face. "And who's this?" Christy asked looking at Keith. "My husband," Lana said smiling. As she turned towards him to introduce him to Christy, she looked past her and nearly forgot what she was about to say. Across the room near the area they'd been heading towards stood Lucy. And...she was looking at her. She was dressed in a bright red, very revealing dress. "Hmm, maybe she really has changed," Lana mused. "Maybe more, than will allow us to ever be friends again," she considered. Interestingly though, Lucy had locked eyes with her, and had not turned away. Lana smiled. The semi-cold look Lucy had been giving her seemed to melt away. Then Lucy smiled. "Excuse me. I'll be right back." Leaving Keith in the company of her friend, with whom she had no idea if she was here with someone or not, she headed towards Lucy feeling a bit giddy, as well as extremely nervous. As she approached, she wasn't even sure what she was going to say to her. Lucy spoke first. "Well Lana, how the hell've you been anyway? It's been a while." "Yes it has, hasn't it? Too long I think." Lucy gave her a curious look. "Married?" "Yes. That's my husband, Keith, standing over there talking to Christy. And you?" For a moment, Lana wondered if that had been the best choice of words. "For a while. Not any longer though. I'm out on my own again," she completed without any further explanation. Finding themselves standing there all alone, Lana decided if she was going to say anything to her, that now was probably the best time. "Lucy? I've really missed you," she said. It wasn't exactly an apology. But she didn't really feel like she owed her one either. It had been Lucy that had ended their friendship, not she. Lucy surprised her when she pulled Lana towards her, giving her a very warm kiss, hugging her closely as she did. Though Lucy had much smaller breasts than she did, she could feel the hard points of her nipples actually pressing against her own. "Oh Lana! I have missed you so much too. I can't believe that we, that I..." she corrected, "...could have let you go as a friend. There's so much I want to tell you about, about myself, who I really am now..." Lucy left off, realizing that she was running off at the mouth to some extent. "But...lets save that for later, another time. Where are you sitting anyway?" Lana told her what table they'd been assigned, then stifled a laugh as Lucy immediately walked over to her table, lifted the card with her name which had been her seating arrangement, exchanging it with one on Lana and Keith's table. "There! Now we can sit together during dinner!" As the night wore on, Lana and Lucy caught up on as much as they were able to. Keith continued to ogle Lucy every chance he got without being too obvious about it. When the dancing began, Keith was pleasantly surprised at Lana's suggestion that he and Lucy go out onto the floor for a dance together. She sat there watching her husband 'slow-dancing' with Lucy, wondering if he was sporting an erection, fairly sure that he probably was. Even after their return, she glanced down at his crotch and noticed a considerably larger bulge as he held out Lucy's seat in order for her to sit down. "Enjoy yourself?" she whispered to him. Keith didn't answer her directly, just grinning. "You know, I'd really enjoy getting to know your husband a lot better," Lucy stated. "Not to mention having the opportunity to catch up and tell you a few things about myself that might surprise you." "How about dinner one evening?" Keith interjected glancing over towards Lana looking for approval. "Yes Lucy, how about dinner? Next weekend perhaps?" Lana asked, throwing Keith a knowing look. # Lana was even more aroused, excitedly so as she and Keith awaited Lucy's arrival. Opening the door to invite her in, she was stunned at the very enticing outfit she had worn. She'd told her to dress comfortably, casual, as they'd have a simple dinner with drinks and spend the evening getting better acquainted. Lucy had worn a tight fitting tank top that molded her breasts perfectly beneath it. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, but then she didn't really need to. Making Amends "God Lucy. You look great!" Lana told her. "I wish to hell I didn't have to wear a bra all the time," she whispered, letting her know as she did just how "attractive" Lana thought she looked. "Careful what you say Lana, there's a few things you probably don't know about me! A lot has changed over the past few years." Lana was feeling rather bold, deciding to take a small gamble with her friend. "Well, one thing I did hear was that you are bi-sexual now. Any truth to that?" Lucy nearly stopped dead in her tracks as she led Lana into the living room where Keith was anxiously waiting for them. "Maybe there's not quite as much to tell you about than I thought there was," she replied slyly. "Does the thought of that surprise you any?" "Not at all." Lana assured her. "And I just might have a few surprises of my own," she added. They made it into the living room before Lucy could ask her what she meant by that. Once again greeting Keith, giving him an affectionate kiss on the mouth, which he happily returned. Keith took her preferred drink order, heading off towards the kitchen to fix them, leaving Lucy and Lana a chance to discuss things a little further. "So. The fact that I really am bi-sexual doesn't surprise you? Or bother you?" Lucy asked her pointedly. "Not in the slightest Lucy. Like I said, there's things that I could tell you about myself now that might surprise you!" "Such as?" Lana had led her over to the couch, taking a seat at one end. Rather than directing her to sit down either across from her, or at the opposite end of the couch away from her, she all but pulled her down, forcing her to sit next to her when she did. Lucy smiled coquettishly at Lana's newfound boldness, placing herself comfortably next to her friend, one leg tucked up beneath her, facing her from the side. Lucy reached out fingering the collar of the blouse Lana was wearing. She had always been a 'touchy-feely' person anyway. Old habits were hard to break. "Such as..." Lana teased, remembering as she did how they had often drawn things out with one another in the past to the point where they'd ended up in some sort of mock wrestling match with one another, much like their last night together had ended. Lucy gave her a warning look. "Don't start Lana. Or Keith's apt to find the two of us rolling around on your living room floor together." Lana burst out laughing. "Keith would actually enjoy seeing that," she told her. "Oh really?" "Yes. Really. What I was going to tell you was, that I've often wondered what it would be like to be with another woman myself. And just so you know, had you pressed it that last night we spent together, I'd have more than willingly gone a long with it." "You're kidding me!" Lucy said, honestly stunned. "You really would have?" Before Lana could answer however, she continued. "What does Keith think about all this? Or does he even know?" "Oh...he knows alright. There's nothing we don't share with one another, or tell each other. He thinks that if the opportunity ever does present itself, that I should at least explore my curiosity. As long as he was there of course. We agreed a long time ago that neither one of us would ever do anything unless the other one agreed to it, or was present of course." "Of course." Lucy said nodding her head in agreement, though obviously stunned that Lana had admitted all this to her. "So...lets just say for shits and grins that you and I were to do anything, you'd be ok with Keith and I having a little fun too?" "Sure. Like I said. As long as we were both in agreement with it, and neither one of us felt like we were being left out. Why not?" "Damn Lana, I think that you've changed even more than I have!" "So Lucy. Do you think you'd be comfortable fooling around with Keith and I? Lucy swallowed. In the past, she had always been the one to appear more self-confident, sure of herself. Lana was showing aside of her that Lucy had never seen before. She followed that comment up by reaching out, placing the tip of her fingernail on one of Lucy's protruding nipple's and gently dragged it across the surface. "Very," she assured her a second later. And to prove it, lets give Keith a special little treat to see when he returns." Once again assuming her more dominant roll, Lucy began undoing the buttons on Lana's blouse. Maintaining eye contact with her while she did, she looked for any signs that Lana was becoming nervous or intimidated, which she didn't. Leaning back, she helped Lucy if anything, in the removal of her blouse, then her bra. Once her magnificent full breasts were completely bare, Lucy leaned over giving each one an affectionate welcome hello. "God Lana, I'd forgotten just how beautiful your tits really were!" It was at that moment that Keith entered the living room with their drinks, and nearly dropped them. "Hi honey. We're just getting better acquainted," Lana told him. "Or rather, Lucy's getting better acquainted with my boobs. It has been a while since she's seen them last." Lucy did look up towards him, curious to see his expression for one, and needing the assurance that what she was doing to Lana was ok with him. "By all means...please do!" Keith said grinning, sitting everyone's drinks down on the coffee table, taking a seat in the chair across from them, watching. Lana had to admit to herself that the sensation of Lucy's tongue as she licked her nipples, hardening them felt wonderful. Lucy took her time, giving each one of her breasts equal attention, sucking and kissing one, while massaging, caressing the other. "You should see Lucy's cute titties Keith. I know you've always had a thing for Asian women anyway, but I also know that you actually like smaller boobs too." Keith made some pretense of objection. "You know I love your tits Lana," he began. But Lana cut him off before he could finish. "I didn't say you didn't Keith. But I know that you do like smaller one's too," she finished for him. "Why don't you show him just how pretty yours are Lucy?" Reaching down, Lucy crossed her hands at the waste of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head in one swift fluid motion. Sitting back, she looked down examining herself. "They really are pretty small," she said cupping them. "Small, 'er' maybe. But certainly just as beautiful." Lana remarked, shocking Keith as well as Lucy when she bent over capturing one of Lucy's hard dark colored nipples between her lips. "Well here's to both of your boobs!" Keith said raising his drink, toasting to the two of them, draining it. "Here, here!" Lucy said picking up her drink from where Keith had placed it on the table. "I'll drink to that!" Lana then retrieved hers and joined both Lucy and her husband in a mutual toast. "Here's to an eventful evening!" Lana offered up, drinking hers down as well. As she did, Lucy stood up. "Mind if I make myself more comfortable then?" "I think we ALL should." Lana said looking over towards Keith, telling him in that moment that his wildest dreams were about to come true. Joining her, Lana quickly removed her own clothing, holding out her hand towards Lucy. "And speaking of being more comfortable, why don't we head into the bedroom? Keith? Would you mind fixing us all another drink before joining us?" she asked him. In a flash, Keith disappeared towards the kitchen, somewhat shyly trying to hide the fact that his erection was sticking out a mile in front of him. Lucy had seen it though, and smiled. "Hurry back Keith. You and I have some acquainting to do ourselves!" By the time Keith returned to the bedroom, fresh drinks in hand, the girls were already engaged in a "69" together on the bed. "Fuck!" he exclaimed the moment he saw them. "Do either of you realize how good the two of you look together?" "Ever the romantic." Lana said lifting her face briefly from Lucy's pussy. "And to think, we could have been doing this for years." "Shut up and eat me!" Lucy said, diving back into Lana's cunt. "We've got a lot of lost time to make up for!" Keith drained his drink just as quickly as he had the first. Climbing up onto the bed, sitting next to them, he watched, feeling his prick twitch in anxious, urgent need. Freeing one of her hands, Lucy reached out, wrapping her small tiny hand around his girth and began stroking it. "Hmmm, he has a nice one," she murmured into Lana's pussy. "I'm looking forward to fucking it," she added sweetly. "Speaking of fucking it. Keith's always had a fantasy that I know he'd love to experience with us," Lana confessed. "What's that?" Lucy questioned, looking up towards him, grinning. "Fucking my ass while watching me going down on another woman." Lana told her. "Oooh. Now I'd enjoy seeing that myself!" Lucy squealed delightedly. "Would you like to do that Keith? Fuck your wife's beautiful ass while she eats me?" "Grab the KY baby." Lana told him. "I think its time to make someone's dream come true!" While Keith dutifully headed off to locate the lubricant, Lana and Lucy rearranged themselves on the bed. When he returned, Lana was busily licking Lucy's wet hot quim, shaking her ass towards him invitingly. "Make sure you put plenty of that on your cock for me honey. And smear plenty of it inside my ass too!" Keith took his time lubricating Lana's tight little sphincter with his finger, ensuring that she was not only well oiled, but that she was considerably loosened prior to his even making the attempt to bugger her with his prick. Lucy meanwhile lay there moaning and groaning, cupping and fingering her small breasts while offering encouragement for Keith's anticipated mounting of his wife's ass. "God, I'm so looking forward to this," Lana stated. "Me too!" Keith said, sounding much like a little boy who'd just gotten the best Christmas present of his entire life. "Damn Lana, I wish I'd known you were curious before now. I can't believe how good this feels. I love the way you're tickling my clit baby. My pussy's on fire! You're driving me crazy with that talented tongue of yours!" Lana was surprised at herself. The fact she was enjoying this as much as she was, made her want to please Lucy as much as it was possible to do. And even more importantly, by doing so, she was also pleasing her husband, giving him something that he'd never though he'd ever experience. She felt the head of his penis nestle comfortably against the opening of her ass. Reaching back around herself, she helped him to begin inserting it inside, wiggling her ass suggestively as she did. Grabbing her twin ass cheeks, Keith slowly began to ease himself inside her, feeling the outer ring of her ass suddenly "pop" sucking the head of his prick in. "Ah yes. That's nice Keith, nice. Slide it in honey....slowly. Yes, perfect baby...perfect!" "Fuck! I bet that does feel good Lana. I only wish Keith was fucking my ass instead of yours!" "Maybe later." Lana quipped in breathless anticipation, returning to Lucy's pussy with her tongue, driving away any further need for conversation for the moment. Keith felt his prick slipping deeper and deeper inside his wife's ass. When he was buried inside her fully, he slowly began to withdraw, allowing her to continue to become accustomed to his width as he stretched her even more comfortably in acceptance. Lana continued licking her friends pussy, gently swirling her tongue over and around Lucy's clit, sometimes nipping it, or sucking it, causing Lucy to yelp in unbridled glee and pleasure. Keith pressed himself deep inside Lana's ass, holding himself still momentarily, reaching up to fondle, caressing his wife's gently swaying breasts. Lana's nipples were so hard they ached. And she loved it when she felt him pinching them, rolling them between his fingers roughly as he once again slid nearly all the way out before plunging even more firmly back inside her. "Oh!" Lana moaned happily. "God yes...fuck my ass Keith! Fuck my ass!" Once again taking two very firm handholds of his wife's lovely ass, Keith began a continued steady rhythm as he easily began stroking off his prick inside her. Looking up, he grinned like the naughty boy he was feeling like, sharing that moment with Lucy as she in turn grinned just as lustily back at him. "You like seeing your wife eating my pussy?" she asked. "Oh fuck yes!" Keith answered her, his voice raspy, thick with lust and desire. "God can she eat cunt!" Lucy added a moment later. "I'm going to fucking explode soon too if she keeps it up. And, she better!" Hearing that, Lana placed her lips around Lucy's clit, drawing it deeply inside her mouth, holding it there and thrumming it with the tip of her tongue. Lucy began humping herself up against her face, thrashing about wildly as Lana assaulted her pleasure-nubbin, purposely doing so with the expectation of bringing her friend to orgasm. Seconds later, Lucy's pussy became pure sweet liquid. Lapping at her, Lana began drinking down her nectar as Lucy cried out, her orgasm engulfing her completely. Keith was literally frozen in place, taking everything in, hilted deep within his wife's cunt, his penis throbbed, reminding him that he too was nearing his pleasure. Lana had allowed Lucy to sit up however, and in doing so, semi-forced Keith's prick to slip out of her. "I want to see you cum all over her tits baby," Lana told him. Turning to face her friend, she smiled. "I want to lick it off you after he has," she told her. Lucy's grin split her face. "Oh....I'd love seeing that!" Lucy shouted excitedly. "Come here Keith, let me jack you off all over my tits!" Keith floated around the side of the bed until reaching her. Lucy had swung her legs around placing them on the floor, straddling him as he stepped into her. Taking hold of his blood-engorged prick, she began using it to caress, teasing her nipples with. Running the head of his cock back and forth between them. Lana joined them both, standing behind her husband, reaching around to help Lucy with the stroking of his shaft, kneading his balls, cupping them in her hands while looking over his shoulder as she watched Lucy continue to tit-fuck his prick. Keith knew his orgasm was imminent. Lana knew it as well by the way his balls suddenly tightened within her hand. "He's gonna cum," she told Lucy. She'd no sooner spoken the words than Keith's prick began to erupt in several pulsating streamers of flying jisim. He watched as his copious ejaculate began to coat her cute pointed little breasts. Still stroking his shaft, moving it back and forth between them, Lucy reveled in the onslaught of his creamy bath upon her breasts. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" she cried out delightedly. Moments later, spent, weak-kneed barely able to stand, Keith collapsed down onto the bed beside her. Almost immediately Lana reached over and began massaging in Keith's creamy rich fluids into Lucy's breasts. Pushing her back onto the bed, Lana climbed on top of her and began sucking, licking her tits, tasting her husbands essence which had already begun to absorb into her already soft skin. When she had thoroughly cleaned them of every last trace of Keith's spendings, Lucy easily reached up, rolling Lana onto her back. "My turn," she said lustily. Placing herself between Lana's legs, she deflowered her once again, splitting the creamy soft petals of her sex. Her tongue flittered atop Lana's hardened clitoris causing her to cry out in agonized pleasure. Lana had already been heated to the boiling point. Lying there, her once again best friend so wonderfully tonguing her, she looked over towards her husband. Keith smiled, reached over cupping her breast, giving her nipple a caressing tease. "You look beautiful," he said. "You both....look so unbelievably beautiful!" Lana was already beginning to experience orgasm. Even as she did, she locked eyes with her husband. He watched her, as she continued looking at him, even as she came, even as Lucy took her far over the brink into ecstasy, she still held his gaze. It was the most exquisite, pleasurable moment of her entire life. Making Amends Another particularly delicous fantasy of mine. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It's the night before Christmas and I'm lying in bed having just kicked out some bird that I pulled earlier this evening. I am beginning to drift off when I feel a cold breeze across my face. Opening my eyes I see a sexy young woman sitting in the chair at the end of my bed. She's tall and slender with long dark red hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and bright red lipstick. She's wearing a short red Santa outfit with rich white fur trim. Her long slender legs are encased in rich red fishnet stockings and thigh length red leather boots with 4 ins spiked heels. Her eyes are bright green and seem to pierce my very soul. "Who are you?" I demand to which she smiles fixing me with an intense stare. "I am the ghost of Christmas past, present and future here to show you how your life will map out if you continue to treat women with such contempt" she tells me as she walks over to the bed, her heels clicking on my wooden floor. I begin to protest as she takes my hand however my breath is whipped from my body as the room begins to spin. Opening my eyes I see a scene from school, a young girl being taunted in the playground for being a "slag." I am huddled in the corner giggling with my friends recounting how I took her virginity and how much she loved cock. Tears run down her cheeks as she remembers the promises and softly spoken words that convinced her to give up her flower to me. "Let's move on shall we?" she says and squeezing my hand I feel my head begin to spin again. This time we are in the student union bar with a young girl being comforted by her friend as I sit on the other side of the bar half pissed snogging another girl. We go on revisiting other events and other distressed women finishing with a girl sobbing in a taxi. The girl who I have just unceremoniously kicked out of my apartment at 3:00am Christmas day having taken what I wanted. "So now you see what a terrible person you are" she says to me as I try to make up all sorts of pathetic excuses. "Let's see where you end up" she says taking my hand. We are in a pub with a fat balding pissed bloke all alone and ranting to anyone who will listen. He looks so familiar, I walk up to him and realise that he is in fact me. Recoiling in shock I turn to her. "You have to save me from this!" I beg "Are you sure?" she says "You will have to do exactly what I say otherwise your fate will be ten times worse. It's up to you but once you decide there's no turning back!" I agree eagerly without stopping to think. She takes my hand and the next thing I know I am on a stage blinded by the bright lights. I hear women jeering. "Look closely" she says and with a wave of her hand the lights dim. There in the audience is every girl I have ever slept with. I gasp in shock and turn to her again. Pulling her robe open she smiles revealing a huge semi hard cock and big cum filled balls hanging between her stocking clad thighs. "Now you must make amends to all the ladies you have mistreated and humiliated with your cock by being subjected to the same with mine!" Time seems to stand still as I struggle to work out what is going on. "Fuck you, fuck you all I am out of here" I shout. "Remember the deal we have and what will happen to you if you renege on our agreement" she whispers smiling. The consequences flash before my eyes and I realise I have no choice. Smiling she looks into the audience "What first ladies?" she shouts out. Suggestions come in thick and fast. Turning to me she slowly begins to stroke her girl cock with her velvet gloved hand. Licking her lips she beckons me over as her cock hardens. "On your knees you worthless piece of shit and wrap your fucking lips around my big fat cock" A cheer erupts as I walk over. Sinking to my knees I almost gag at the thought. Hands on hips she gyrates almost brushing her erect cock against my lips as the crowd shouts out encouragement "suck it bitch, suck her cock you fuck, you know you love it." All reminiscent of my favourite lines They erupt in laughter and cheers as I gingerly wrap my fingers around her throbbing meat and begin to stroke trying to put off the inevitable. Her cock must be 9 inches long and thick. I peel back her foreskin to reveal her shiny purple head and my eyes fix on the clear liquid oozing from her eye. Her gloved fingers weave into my hair as she laughingly pushes her cock head against my tightly closed lips. "Cum on hun there's no getting out of this, open wide and give the girls a show!" she whisper pushing her engorged head between my lips and into my mouth. I gag as the girls whoop with delight. I taste her pre-cum on my tongue as her dick fills my mouth. "Fuck his mouth with your big cock" they shout "Oh how much he loves that!" Responding to the crowd she thrusts her hard cock between my lips and deep into my throat. With her eyes half closed she loses herself in the moist virgin pleasures of my mouth. The girls continue to cheer and shout encouragement. She moans with delight as she watches her dick slipping between my lips fucking my mouth with long deep strokes. My teeth scraping along her shaft as I try not to gag making her moan loudly. She grasps my jaw between her gloved fingers and rasps "no teeth bitch treat my cock like the precious gift that it is!" She plunges her throbbing meat back into my mouth before pulling out and ordering me to suck her cum filled balls. She moves my hand to her pulsating shaft which is slippery with my saliva and I stroke her magnificent erection as I suck her shaved balls into my mouth one at a time, probing her sack with the tip of my tongue. A voice cuts through the rest "Fuck his arse like he fucked mine!" The rest of the girls erupt and she laughs as she looks down at me. "Bend over hun, let's see how much you love my big fat dick in you" she tells me pointing at the heavy set oak table to the left of the stage. "Leg's apart and wait for me" she orders. "Please" I beg looking deep into her eyes only to be told not to whine. "You never gave any of these girls the choice now did you?" She pushes me and I move over to the table resigned to my fate. Bending over the table I display my arse side on to the crowd, legs apart. She moves off behind a curtain and returns holding a big black dildo complete with veins and a bulbous head. She presents it to the audience and they loudly cheer voicing their approval. Moving behind me she leans forward her chest pressing against my back and slips the dildo under my nose so I know what's coming. Lubricating the jet black rubber she squirts more lube between my arse cheeks and penetrates me with her finger working the slippery fluid inside my virgin hole. Positioning the head against my tight pink ring she slowly forces the dildo into me making me cry out loudly which is met by a loud cheer and wolf whistling. She works my arse with the dildo, my face contorted in pain before finally removing it with a pop. With tears rolling down my cheeks I sense her position herself behind me gently rocking on her spiked heels. Her red Santa robe hangs open exposing her pert titties and hard pink nipples as she presses her cock head against my ring. I feel my recently stretched man cunt give way to her huge hard cock head as she slowly sinks her throbbing meat inside me. The audience gasps as they watch inch after inch disappear inside me, my eyes screwed shut with the pain and pleasure trying to ignore the shame and embarrassment of the moment. Her velvet gloved fingers dig into my hips as she begins to fuck me with long deep hard strokes. She fucks me deeper and harder playing to the audience as they shout and laugh, rocking on her heels as she leans forward biting my shoulder. Removing her gloves she reveals her bright red nails and scratches my back as she fucks me with her big dick. She reaches between my legs and starts to stroke my cock which despite the pain and humiliation responds to her touch. "Mmm you love cock don't you?" she purrs "Maybe I'll have to visit you more often, make sure you stay on the straight and narrow." After what seems like forever she pulls out and moves around perching on the edge of the table. "Wank for me lover, let the girls see how much you love my big dick" she instructs me spitting into her hand and rubbing her saliva into her magnificent member. Without a thought I stand in front of her and start to frantically wank for her. "That's right you slut, cum for me, cum over my cock, shoot your hot seed over my dick smear your cum over my cock and balls" she moans as she slowly strokes her own cock. I can't hold back any longer and stepping forward I release spurt after spurt of thick white cum over her cock and balls. She smiles as the last few spasms drain my balls. Looking deep into my eyes she uses the tips of her fingers to smear my cum all over her cock and balls. "Now for the final part of your humiliation I want you to show us all how much you love cock you dirty little whore. Get on your knees and clean your mess up." Sinking to my knees with the girls in an absolute frenzy I bend low and begin to lick her smooth shaved balls so full of cum. I move up to her glistening shaft running my tongue along her length with long strokes as I lick up my spunk. Greedily I peel back her foreskin and lick her head clean before opening my mouth and swallowing her shaft into my mouth. "Make me cum bitch, make me cum in your mouth, milk my cock, worship my dick with your mouth, lips and tongue" she moans enjoying the sensation of my mouth. Obediently I wrap my fingers around her shaft wanking the base of her cock as I greedily swallow her head and suck the cum from her balls. With a loud cry her cock explodes spurting her seed against the back of my throat and over my tongue. I gag trying to swallow her entire load as she continues to empty her balls into my wanton mouth. Finally she finishes and squeezing the last drops of cum from her cock you wipes her head across my lips before bending down and kissing me deeply. "Have you learned your lesson?" she asks as I nod frantically. "And have you paid an adequate price?" I nod frantically. "Well let's ask the girls if you have had enough cock to make amends........." I will leave it up to you the reader to decide if I have or not and if not then what punishment must I now endure. I very much look forward to your feedback especially if you are the sexy tranny ghost of Christmas past! Making Amends Sequel to Kitten's Misdemeanors. I wasn't much of a morning person, the idea of waking up at the asscrack of dawn wasn't appealing to me in the least and since my job allowed me some time to sleep in, I rarely had to deal with the pain in the ass that were early mornings. But today I was up and awake before afore mentioned asscrack of dawn. Needless to say that last night's fiasco was the reason for this. I played the scenes again and again in my head and each time I ended up with tears in my eyes. I hated disappointing my master but sometimes I couldn't keep myself from lashing out...and truth be told I sometimes enjoyed the punishments. I sighed but was careful not to move. I didn't want to wake- "Kitten?" Well shit. So much for not waking him up. Sure I wanted to make amends but I wanted to prolong seeing my pissed off husband/master. Also, I was hoping I could get a little more sleep so that I'd have some energy to face what was coming. Back to the here and now, I peeked up from the blanket we usually kept at the bed for decorative purpose but I'd used it last night because well... I'd slept *at* the foot of the bed. Not a pleasant place, I missed sleeping in my Master's arms. "Yes, Master?" I squeaked, which really was embarrassing. "Come here, love." He said softly. I'd looked anywhere but at my Master mostly because I dreaded seeing the anger in his eyes but now as I looked into those mesmerizing midnight blue eyes I found not even a lingering trace of the rage from last night. Something settled within me but I was still a bit reluctant as I crawled up the bed and slowly fit my body next to his. I couldn't help the sigh of contentment that made it's out of my chest. I was so happy to feel his strong yet comfortingly warm arms wrap around me. I knew without a doubt that this was where I belonged. No one else could make me feel like he needed, I could trust nobody else like I did him nor could I ever love anybody else. The fact that he felt the same was a joy on itself. We stayed together like that for a long time. Neither of us needed to fill the silence because we had grown comfortable around each other enough to dismiss awkward silences. "I'm sorry, Master." I said finally because I felt like it was time to start making amends and apologizing seemed like a good place to start. His arms tightened around me and I sighed in relief. He had accepted my apology. "Kitten, it is me who should be sorry." My head snapped up with its own accord. I looked at my Master wide eyed. Hell must have frozen over. Since I couldn't get in touch with Satan, I snuck a look at the windows, just to see if pigs were suddenly flying. Nope, no pigs. You see my dear husband and beloved Master was a brilliant, handsome, charming man but sadly he was also notoriously arrogant. He never admitted to being wrong even if he was wrong. But oddly enough his arrogance and stubbornness were two of a million other things that made me fall in love with him. He chuckled. A husky sound that made my sore cunt tingle. The fact that the light from the sun haloed around his inky black, sleep tousled hair did nothing to diminish his sexiness. "My Kitten's speechless. Guess there is a first time for everything." He chuckled again. I kept staring at him. I knew my husband was back to his usual smug yet slightly amused self but I just couldn't put together the man who had gone apeshit on me last night and the less scary yet still unbelievably sexy man beside me. "Master..."I trailed off not knowing what to say. The smug look was wiped off his face and its stead was something akin to remorse and guilt. He usually looked at me until I had to turn away but now it was his eyes that wondered away and glued to the ceiling as if the answers of the universe were scribbled on there. It was unsettling to say the least. "Kitten, why were you punished last night?" he asked, twirling a lock of my hair between his fingers. The gesture was comforting, for the both of us. "Because.. I... I came without your permission." I said biting my lips which I just noticed were dry and chapped. After a long pause, Master sighed deeply. "I got so angry when you left that dinner party." Oh shit. Here it comes. Guilt washed up over me. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you..."I said meekly. "I ought to spank you for even thinking that, Kitten. You didn't embarrass me. But you did hurt me." My eyes snapped to his face looking for a sign that he was joking but...nothing. Nada. Nient. Rien. Master was dead serious. "How-" "You know, Kitten, for a such a brilliant woman you can be pretty clueless sometimes." He sighed. I blinked and looked at him blankly. "Kitten...you walked away from me. As if you couldn't just tell me what was wrong! As if I *ever* turned you down when you wanted to talk. As if I'd never-" I couldn't help myself. I plastered my lips to his and kissed him with all the love I had for him. Here was this strong and very dominant man I loved with all my being. He was always so strong that I sometimes forgot he had a vulnerable side as well and when he showed me that part of him, I was reminded of how deep our love and trust meant. My master growled and his hands trailed down to my needy girl parts and I gasped and he swallowed the sound pushing me on my back and fitting himself between my legs. My hands wrapped around his neck and my hips gyrated against his grown and a groan of pure lust tore out of me at the feel of his hard cock pressing against my throbbing wet cunt. "Skender!" I screamed his name and he bit my neck in response probably leaving a mark. "Jesus, Kitten, you're going to kill me." He growled, one of his hands closing around my tits. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to cum around my Masters cock. I wanted to feel his body up against mine and- Oh my god that thing he was doing with his tongue was driving me crazy. "Please! Please! Pleaaaaaaaase!'' I begged. "What, Kitten? Tell me what you need, baby." He whispered against my jaw. My master shoved a finger inside me without ceremony and damn if it wasn't the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced. I tried to tell him what I wanted but all that came out were intelligible sounds that consisted of grunts, groans and moans. He rubbed his cock back and forth against my slit that was now covered in my pussy juice; I flat out screamed like a demented banshee and I might as well have been because the man was driving me insane. 'You're not gonna get it if you don't tell me what you want, Kitten." His voice had gone all husky and rough. I swallowed. ''Please, Master, please fuck me! Put that cock inside me!" He drove his cock home and I moaned as ecstasy shot through my body. After that we fell into a hard rhythm that both our bodies had craved. Sure we had had sex last night but there was no passion in it. It had been all about anger and hurt. Whereas now, now it was all about pure unadulterated lust. God knew we both needed that. 'That:s it, that:s it, Kitten. Cum for me. Cum for your Master." He crooned as his eyes met mine. I bit my lips wanting to delay my pleasure so that I could cum at the same time as him but my Master would have none of that. He reached down between our bodies and circled my already too-sensitive clit and I was lost. I was sent into a spiral of pleasure that had me seeing all sorts of glittery colors and stars. When I came down from my high, back down to earth, I realized my Master was still playing with my clit. I squirmed and tried to get away because it was too much, too much pleasure. I shook my head back and forth frantically and begged with my eyes but my Master was not relenting. "I can't.. I..." "Of course you can, Kitten. Cum with me." He encouraged and pumped his cock faster into me. This time we both came. My Master came in spurting jets of hot cum that had my pussy tingling all over again. He collapsed on top of me and lay there panting for a few moments before he flipped back onto his back. I went to spoon myself against his body but he tapped my nose like I was a flippant child. ''You, my little Kitten, are going to clean up the mess you made." He said eyeing his semi-hard dick, now coated in my cunt juice and his cum. After our reconciliation episode that morning, the rest of the day was close to perfect. We spent the morning fucking in the bedroom, fucking in the living room, fucking in the kitchen so for the rest of the entire day I was grinning from ear to ear. Even when Master suggested I flash a trucker when we drove back to the city, I didn't pout or bitch. Now we were in the park, both enjoying some ice cream. I lay my head against my Master's shoulder while licking at the mocha flavored treat. 'This is really good." I remarked. "HmmmHmmm... it would even be better if I licked it off your sweet pussy.'He answered casually as if he were talking about the weather. A blush crept up my cheeks and I squeezed my legs against sparks of pleasure against my clit. "Wouldn:t you say so, Kitten?" he prompted when I stayed quiet. "HmmmHmmm..." Master gave me a playful swat on my ass and I sat bolt upright. "I asked you a question, Kitten." He said, one condescending eyebrow rose. "Yes, Master. But the ice cream would melt by the time we go home." "Why would we go home when we're having so much?" he asked completely bewildered as if people just gave each other heads in the park all the time. I knew my husband was an exhibitionist and so was I but I had a lot less guts then he did, hence my reluctance to getting head in the park. "You're going to make me do it aren't you?" I asked partly in anticipation and partly in fear because I honestly did not want to be arrested for public intimacy. "Whatever are you talking about, Kitten?'" he asked innocently but mischief was glowing in his midnight blue eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him but he was giving nothing away. He just sat there, arms outstretched, hair mussed up and looking smug. "Skender.." He smiled at me but it wasn't a very comforting sight. "Uh... I meant Master." I revised turning my eyes away. 'Better. Now, Kitten, why don't we take a stroll to a more secluded part of the park?" I sighed, feigning exasperation and took his offered hand. We walked to the part of the park that had more trees than humans. It kinda looked like that creepy forest from Snow White but I was with my Master and I knew that when I was with him, nothing could hurt me. We stopped once we were far enough that we wouldn't be seen. Master's ice cream had started to melt so he wasted no time ordering me around which really was like foreplay for me. "On your back, Kitten. Pull your skirt up and spread your legs.'' I just looked at him blankly until he gave me a swat on my ass. That got me moving. Once I was down on the ground, I felt him settle between my widespread legs and a second later the cool sensation that was the ice cream was spread all over my leaking cunt... "It's all about your pleasure, Kitten." My Master said.