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Mistaken Identity

By: mr_hyde



I was spending the night at my dad and stepmother Jacqui’s house. Every one had gone to bed including me and I started to masturbate, silently so my little stepsister Sally in the next bedroom would not hear me as I fantasized about receiving a blowjob from my double-D cup stepmother. Feeling parched and wanting more lubrication from spit, I put on my pants and snuck out to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of water. Just as I was leaving my dad came in wearing boxers. 

“Oh, hi Stephen.” He said, surprised to see me.

“Hey,” I said quietly and quickly left, anxious that he not to see my boner.

Just as I closed the door I heard a thud from the kitchen. I quickly reopened the door and saw my Dad lying crumpled on the kitchen floor. He was unconscious but still breathing. There was a plastic jar of Nutella next to him that he was obviously holding when he collapsed. Dad and Jacqui had told me earlier that he had fainted two days ago from some temporary illness he had contracted and I quickly ran up to their room to tell Jacqui what had happened. I knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Jacqui replied in an unusually sultry voice. I opened the door.

“Oh. MY GOD!” I thought to myself as I suddenly froze. There she was, completely naked, wearing nothing but a black blindfold. She was lying on the bed with her arms stretched over her head, her wrists securely tied to the bedposts and her legs spread wide, her ankles tied to the corners of the bed with black nylon stockings.

“Uhh…” I mumbled, trying to remember why I had come here in the first place.

“Oh, don’t speak honey! Remember only I get to speak.” She then slipped back into her seductive voice, “Now come over here and let me taste that delicious cock.” I was too stunned to move and when she sensed my hesitation she grew restless. “Well, come on Gary!” 

Suddenly I realized just how golden an opportunity this was. I walked over to the side of the bed, and putting my hand on her left cheek, I knelt down and kissed her passionately. I then took my mouth away and started fondling her enormous breasts. They were so fucking incredible! I leant over and started sucking one of her erect nipples as she began moaning.

“Oooh…that’s nice. But I thought we were gonna save that for later.” I removed my lips. “That’s it.” she continued “Now stick your cock in my mouth.”

I stood up and undid my fly, releasing my rock solid member. She was lying there with her mouth wide open and I slipped half the length of my dick between her red lips and into its wet warmth. She immediately closed her lips around my cock and I felt her wet tongue begin massaging it. “Mmm…” She moaned in pleasure, the words coming out somewhat garbled, what with my dick filling most of her mouth. Then she pulled her head back releasing my cock, much to my disappointment. 

“Where’s the Nutella…I thought you were going to put Nutella on your cock.” 

Suddenly realizing why my Dad had been holding a jar of Nutella, I dashed out the room, not bothering to put my pants back on, grabbed the jar next to my Dad’s still breathing body and charged back in, eager to get my cock back in her mouth! Jacqui giggled at “Gary’s” absent-mindedness and ‘his’ rush for the condiment. 

I moved back to her side, and opening the jar, I scooped up a huge glob of the chocolate goo with two fingers and put them in her mouth. She immediately began sucking my fingers and I felt her cleaning them with her tongue. After literally two seconds I removed them. They were completely clean and coated in her saliva!

“Mmmm…tastes good,” she purred while smacking her lips, “But it’s even more yummy when it’s on your cock.”

I needed no further encouragement as I hurriedly plunged my dick into the jar, guiding it with my right hand while my left began slathering my cock with the soft brown gunk. I packed the stuff around my large tool until it was dripping chocolate. When I was done my dick looked almost like a long fresh turd. Then I rubbed my cock across her closed lips, smearing them with rich chocolate. She quickly flicked her tongue out and slowly slithered it along the length of my shaft, pausing occasionally to swallow the Nutella she had collected in her mouth. After cleaning the shaft of my erection she tilted her head back and wrapped her chocolate smeared lips around its swollen head, sucking it clean whilst deftly flicking my piss-hole with the tip of her tongue. When she finally pulled her head back and released the end of my throbbing cock it slapped sharply up against my belly.

“Now,” she said breathily, “let me suck your balls.”

I smiled to myself and lowered my hairy ball sack into her open mouth. She sucked it in like a vacuum cleaner, stretching my sack until my testicles were deep in her mouth. I could feel her learned tongue massaging my sack in her warm, moist mouth, as my dick rested against the end of her nose. Suddenly she stopped sucking my balls and began sporadically blowing hard on them whilst keeping her lips sealed around them. This felt incredible and I nearly cried out from the intense pleasure, but suddenly stopped myself fearing that she would realize, upon hearing my voice, that I was not really her husband. She now began rapidly alternating between a strong suck and a gusty blow. I was about to cum purely from her expert treatment of my balls, preparing myself for a silent orgasm, when she literally spat my wet sack right out of her mouth with a sudden forceful blow.

“Ooooh…” she cooed, breathing heavily as I stepped back, admiring her enormous heaving tits. “I think I swallowed a few of your pubes, honey,” she whispered, giggling like a school girl, and I couldn’t help but let out a snigger. 

“Now stick it in my pussy,” she demanded, but I just had to cum in her mouth! The thought of my hot step mum swallowing loads of my cum was irresistible. So, I got up on the bed and knelt over her huge soft breasts, one leg on either side of her. I could feel her milky mounds cushion my ass, her hard nipples poking against each cheek. I grabbed her blindfolded head with both hands and raised it close to my pulsating dick.

“What are you do…ummph…” Before she could finish her question I had slammed my cock into her mouth, the head of my dick thumping against the back of her throat. Simultaneously her nose rammed into my pubic region. Unsurprisingly she began gagging and I could feel her head quiver slightly. I retracted my cock until only an inch or so remained inside her. She opened her mouth wide and tried to pull her head back to get my heavily veined battering ram out of her mouth but I held her head tightly and once again forced her to deep throat my hard cock. But this time I held my shaft inside her warm, wet mouth, nestling her nose in my pubes and rubbing the tip of my cock on the back of her throat. 

At first she moaned softly, but after twenty seconds of grinding her nose into my pelvis she began a muffled guttural cry sending vibrations through my shaft and the twitching of her tongue against the bottom of my cock resulted in indescribable pleasure. Again I withdrew the majority of my cock then began fucking her face hard and fast. In and out it went, in and out like a piston. Her gagged squealing heightened my pleasure. With each inward stroke my sack slapped her chin and her nose poked my pelvis. It didn’t take long before I felt the cum brewing and I quickly thrust my cock into her throat deeper than ever before and spewed load after load of my hot semen into her throat. She was forced to swallow the most cum I have ever ejaculated in my life. I wanted so much to scream with a mixture of the intense relief and overwhelming joy I was feeling, but was forced to clench my teeth for fear of her realizing that she had just been forced to deep-throat her young stepson who was now pumping his virile cum into her stomach. I heard her spluttering as she was forced to swallow as my vicious cock shot vast quantities of jism down her throat and I reveled in the knowledge that my stepmother’s stomach was full of my cum. 

She had swallowed every drop of my cum and I left my limp cock in her mouth until she sucked it clean. With a glorious sense of satisfaction I pulled my dick from her red lips.

“Well, Gary, that was…um different.” She said quietly. “Although I do feel slightly…well…violated, I must admit I think I could really get to like this kinky rough sex.”

I lifted myself off her tits and moved my mouth down to her neatly trimmed cunt. I roughly slid my tongue along the length of her wet slit, which forced a quick moan from her. Slowly I drove my index and middle fingers all the way into her sticky slit. She let out a heavy sigh as I pushed my fingers deep inside her. I began twiddling my fingers rapidly, pushing against the walls of her tight cunt, while at the same time using my thumb to rub her clit with great vigor. Jacqui cried in bliss, her legs shaking uncontrollably, so much so that her thighs occasionally slapped against my shoulders. I then realized that I been leaving my left hand motionless.

I put my left hand on her surprisingly soft, smooth leg, and squeezed firmly as I caressed her shaking flesh and gave her a quiet “Shhh” sound, whilst still working my fingers in and out of her dripping snatch. This hushed her incoherent cries which she replaced with much more guttural moans. Even with the blindfold on I could see her face held immense anguish as struggled to hold in the roaring screams that were burning in her lungs. My dick had long since hardened once more and, although this was my first real sexual experience, I knew my stepmother was nearing climax. So, without further adieu, I pulled my soaking fingers from her twitching pussy, positioned the head of my dick against her pink lips and drove my cock all the way inside her with one sharp thrust! The scream she had been holding in was forced out by the ram of my cock Like a piston I forced my dick in and out of my stepmother’s pussy. As her mouth spat out alternating combinations of “Yes!”, “Oh!”, “God!”, and incoherent words of passion as her pummeled cunt discharged a torrent of cum. Groping her huge, bouncing mounds and occasionally gagging her screams of passion with an intense kiss, I felt my balls swelling with semen, and with a thrust of my hips, I plunged my dick deep into the realms of my stepmother’s cunt and, completely surrendering myself to ultimate sexual bliss, I screamed “Oh Jacquiiiiarrr…” as I deposited my huge load of semen deep inside my stepmother with involuntary spasms of my hips.

I collapsed onto her, cushioned by those marvelous breasts and for a while we both just lay there panting heavily. I could see the mixture of exhaustion and confusion on Jacqui’s face and she even tried to speak, trying to figure just who it was who had just fucked her mature pussy like never before, but all she could utter were incoherent syllables. She soon resigned herself to merely catching her breath, our sweaty bodies pressed together, a mass of heaving flesh. My cock slowly softened, but I left it within her to bath in the warm juices of her cunt which still spasmed at irregular intervals.. 

Eventually our breathing slowed and Jacqui spoke meekly, “That’s not you, is it Gary.” It was a statement, not a question. She whispered timidly right next to my ear, “Stephen?” She had to know it wasn’t my dad, he was a good deal fatter than my skinny frame, and of course my orgasmic scream couldn’t have helped. It was only when she repeated my name that I realized I hadn’t yet answered. 

“Yeah.” I muttered, suddenly disheartened after my period of insane joy. “It’s um…It’s me, Steve.” I got off her, slipping my dripping cock out of her snatch and standing next to the bed as I undid her blindfold. She quickly swung her head around to face me.

She stared at me with disgust and disbelief for a moment then, to shocked to yell, she uttered in a quiet voice, “Get out.”

I put my pants on and went back to my room where I slept like a baby.

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Mistaken Identity



I didn’t get a chance to see Eric at all during the next day at college. Somebody told me they thought he had to go on a personal errand at lunchtime, so I had lunch with Eudora, Christa, and Krista. I know, I know, but I’m not making this shit up. I had two friends named Christa and Krista. Krista, you already know about, and Christa was a nineteen year old beauty. She was five feet, three and a half inches tall, had shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights, bright blue eyes, a nicely proportioned bust and long legs. She had tan-ish ivory skin and long fingers with black nails. The young brunette was an excellent skate boarder, considered herself a punk, and had an entourage of gay males that were usually at her beck and call. There’s a funny story that goes along with that, but that’s for another time.

The lunch was truly hideous. It was some kind of meatloaf mystery meat, with library paste being passed off as mashed potatoes along with cardboard green beans. I don’t know where they find this shit they serve us. I ate my ice cream sandwich and drank my iced tea. I have to keep my girlish figure, anyway – mwahaha! We spent the rest of the lunch period throwing meatloaf at people. It was great! Haha! When we were done eating, we made plans to meet immediately after classes since I realized Eric had football practice and I wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.

The rest of my classes in the afternoon agonizingly crawled by. I swear the clock had a snail for the second hand. But finally bell for my final class rang and that was the fastest I moved all day in meeting Krista and Christa. I know, I know, but try living with that – every time I would say Krista or Christa, they both would go ‘Yeah.’

At lunch time, we had made plans to go down to the mall. It was only about a mile from the campus and the walk was pleasant enough. It was down commercial streets with sidewalks and usually there was not any major problems associated with it. As we were walking along, I saw Tiny about a block ahead of us. You remember that rather large lineman that brought me a jersey the day I ‘met’ Eric? Some introduction, huh? That’s starting things off with a bang! Mwahaha! Anyway, I’m thinking, ‘What the hell is Tiny doing here, when they have football practice?’ He didn’t appear to be injured in any way that I could see.

“Hey, Tiny!” I cried out, as I can have a big mouth when I have to. Ask Eric. Tiny hears me and waits for us to catch up with him. He had a big smile on his face, when we greeted him more intimately. After all, I was the quarterback’s lady and it behooved him to be respectful, plus he always had the hots for me after that day he saw me stark naked in the shower room. I know, you’re thinking that, of course, he had the hots for me after seeing me completely nude, but let me tell you – I saw him completely naked and I didn’t have any interest at all in his lard bound butt. Mwahaha!

“Hey, Tiny,” I asked, “why aren’t you at football practice?”

“We didn’t have any,” was his very surprising answer. Tiny went on to explain that the coaches were so happy over their win (‘their’ win?) that they gave them the day off. Hell, I should have gotten the week off for the part I played in it, as far as I was concerned.

Before I even had time to contemplate concerning where Eric was, if he didn’t have football practice, Christa asked, “Hey, isn’t that Eric?” When I turned my head, I sure enough observed him driving by in his new SUV, but that wasn’t what attracted my attention. It was the beautiful and I mean beautiful, as in drop dead gorgeous, raven-haired young woman sitting next to him, as they flew by us.

I felt as though I had been struck by a thunderbolt. I couldn’t move and I was experiencing difficulty with breathing. My adrenaline was racing through my body and I could feel my heart pounding and my ears ringing. I had never felt anything near that uncomfortable in my whole life. I wanted to chop that bitch up into little pieces and then I wanted Eric next!

Christa innocently asked, “Who was that with Eric?” I observed from the corner of my eye that Krista was making hand signals for Christa to remain silent. I turned to the both of them and said in a dead calm voice, strangely enough, “I don’t know, but when I find out she’s dead meat. And Eric’s next.”

Krista warned, “Now Sara, don’t go off half-cocked. You don’t know for certain who that was. I just have a difficult time thinking that Eric would cheat on you like that. That could be his sister for all you know.”

“Yeah, she’s right,” Christa chimed in.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied bitterly. “A sister, who he has never mentioned and who I have never met. Yeah, that’s the ticket,” I continued sarcastically. “It’s really his cousin. No, it’s his mother. No, wait it’s his aunt. No, I have it. It’s his father.”

While I was vastly amusing Christa, who was laughing hysterically, Krista just shook her head at me in disagreement and frowned at me. “You’re just hurting yourself,” my good friend pointed out. “Why don’t you go over and find out for certain.”

“Oh yeah, I intend to,” I responded with the utmost seriousness. “I surely intend to right now. And I want you all to go with me.”

“Oh, sure,” Christa agreed, while Krista shook her head emphatically. “No, I think this is between you and Eric,” Krista explained.

“If you don’t go with me, I will fuck the two of them up and ask questions later,” I threatened.

“That’s extortion,” the beautiful young woman complained. “You’re blackmailing me to go along.”

“Yeah, I know.” I grinned maliciously at her.

Eric’s house was a mile from the university in the opposite direction that the mall was. Luckily we had only traveled a minimum of the way toward the mall, when we observed Eric, consequently we only had a little over a mile walk to his home. Krista attempted to make small talk on the way, but the only person, who would talk with her was Christa, as I had only one thing on my mind – vengeance is mine, saith the Sara. Mwahaha!

They might have thought I was kidding, although I think Krista knew otherwise, but I wasn’t. I intended to take the butcher knife I knew was in Eric’s kitchen, and I intended to cut that bitch up into tiny little pieces and feed her to Eric. I am not a person to be fucked with or fucked over.

Soon we were standing in front of my erstwhile boyfriend’s house. Sure enough his SUV was standing parked in the driveway. As we approached the front door, Krista suggested that she gain admittance and discover what was really going on and then she would report to me.

I realized what she was doing, that she was going in and warn them about me being outside, but I pretended to believe her intentions and to go along with them. Christa and I hid in the hedge shrubbery, by the side of the house while Krista knocked on the front door and was invited inside.

“Come on,” I ordered Christa waving her along, as I quickly approached the front door.

“I thought we were going to wait for Krista,” responded the attractive brunette young woman.

“No way,” I explained. “I don’t trust her. She’s gonna tell them about us outside here.”

“Why would she do that?” Christa persisted.

“To try and prevent me from fucking them up,” I answered.

“Oh, I get it, but what are we doing?”

“We gonna try and get in without them discovering us and then we’ll go hide in Eric’s room. I know that sooner or later he’s gonna take her in there to fuck her little itty bitty brains out, and I’ll be ready for them. Mwahaha!” I exclaimed.

“Shhh!” Christa cautioned me, as I had gotten carried away as usual.

Our luck held and the front door was not locked. Five minutes later, we stood inside of Eric’s room. It made me sick. The room was spotless and everything was put up into it’s place. ‘He’s so anal-retentive,’ I thought. This was the same room that I thrilled to last week as being an example of how serious minded my lover was.

“What are you doing?!” Christa asked, naturally alarmed, as I had stripped off all my apparel and stood before her stark naked.

“When he brings that bitch up here to fuck her, I’m gonna wait ‘til he begins his little love spiel and then I’m popping out of the cake, so to speak to ruin his timing. Then I’m gonna fuck the two of them up, starting with her.”

“Uh, Sara,” Christa started to say.

“Quiet!” I commanded. “I think they’re coming,” as I heard someone talking on the stairs to the second floor. “Quick, get under the bed, while I hide in his closet.”

Christa immediately did as I suggested without any further questions asked. She was great to have along in an emergency, as she kept her cool at all times. I managed to just make it into the closet before the bedroom door opened and Eric and the mystery guest signed in.

Oh yeah, she was gorgeous. The sight of her made my stomach turn; great big tits, narrow waist and long legs. God, I thought I was gonna barf I was so upset.

“Oh, Eric,” she whined, “whatever are we going to do?”

“I’m not sure, she certainly wasn’t outside and I’m worried about it,” my turncoat exboyfriend complained. I realized they were talking about me. They were probably worried about what my attack would be and when.

“Well,” that bitch replied, “I guess there’s nothing we can do about it right now. Should we just go on with everything as planned?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” was the prick’s answer.

‘That does it,’ I thought, and I ripped open that closet door and launched myself onto that two-bit whore, before anyone really knew I was in the room. All hell broke loose after that. Eric kept calling out my name, which I ignored because my justice would not be denied.

That bitch was fully dressed, but wouldn’t be when I’d gotten finished with her and then I would cut her into tiny pieces. I quickly tore off her sweater and matching skirt (oh how utterly collegiate, excuse me while I gag) before she knew what had hit her. It was nothing after that, even though she had quickly stood up, to tear off the rest of her clothing leaving her as stark naked as me.

I was just getting ready to jump on her sorry ass and rip her a new one, when Christa crawled out from underneath the bed and distracted me momentarily. She explained to me later that she did it on purpose, because she honestly felt I was being extremely wrong-headed about all this. All I have to say is it takes a very good friend to strip herself naked in front of strangers just to help you out, as that’s what Christa had decided on doing, knowing it would divert me for, at least, a short time. And that’s exactly what it did, as she was extremely beautiful. I thought she would be beneath her clothing, but seeing is believing as they say.

I returned my attention once more to the naked whore still standing in front of me, when suddenly Krista pounded up the staircase from the lower floor calling out as she ran, “Stop it Sara! She really is Eric’s older sister.”

“Oh get real,” I snapped at her, as she bounded into the room. “That’s too weak. How come I’ve never heard of her?”

“Because she’s been away out of state at college,” Eric answered, stepping toward me. “I went to pick her up at the airport at lunch time today.”

“Then how come you didn’t tell me about it?” I demanded.

“Because you hung up on me yesterday, before I had a chance to tell you, and I know how you are when you’re mad at me. I knew there was no way I could have called you back,” Eric explained. “I thought that I would see you this morning before class, but I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Oops,” I giggled. “I was late again.”

“I should have attempted to send you an email yesterday and tell you,” decided Eric, “but I figured you would probably ignore that too. Sara,” Eric went on to formally introduce us, even though it seemed rather ludicrous at the time since we both were standing there completely nude. “This is my sister, Erica. Erica, this is my wild and crazy girlfriend, Sara.”

“Mwahaha!” I exclaimed, while shaking Erica’s hand.

The beautiful young woman laughed a deep throated wonderfully melodic sound and said, “Pleased to meet you, Sara. I’ve heard a lot about you from Eric, and I’m happy to see it’s all true.”

I blushed under the heavy staring of Erica at my total nudity. I know that sounds rather funny for me to say, but this was my boyfriend’s older sister, who I had just met by tearing off all her clothes. By the way, it did occur to me as passing strange that Eric and her seemed so comfortable with her standing there nude like that.

I sensed rather than heard some movement to my right and as I turned my head, I observed Christa removing Krista’s clothing and Eric was already standing completely nude. ‘Oh, I get this picture,’ I thought to myself delightedly and I no longer felt uncomfortable with Erica’s intense staring at me. Rather I was now completely at ease and I stepped up on my tip toes, as the dark-haired beauty was several inches taller than me and pulled her naked body next to mine. Her skin felt like satin and it was completely blemish free wherever you felt or looked.

Erica fully embraced me in return, while beginning to rub her hands gently all over my body. It felt as though she was wearing some sort of velvet gloves her hands felt so good. As I was passionately kissing her, while snaking my tongue into her open mouth, the raven-haired young woman began to press against my clitoris as fast as she could with her finger. God, it was sending jolts of pleasure throughout my whole body much as if I had been struck with an electric wire, but in a good way. I felt moisture at the bottom of my completely distended vagina. I was more than ready to be fucked! I realized, even at the time, that a large part of my pleasure was simply that I was being made love to by my boyfriend’s sister with him in the room.

I felt my clit become hard as a rock through Erica’s touch and I dropped to my knees and did the same for her clit with my tongue.

“Oh, God Erica,” I moaned almost completely over the top with lust. I took Eric’s sister by the hand and led her to his bed, where I had lay more than once with Eric, even though he would have to sneak me into the house. I suddenly found myself wondering what his parents thought we were doing. Well, I would imagine it wasn’t anything like this, I laughed to myself.

Erica lay on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. As we kissed each other over and over, snaking our tongues everywhere in each others’ mouth, we rubbed our clits against each other producing some of the most pleasurable sensations I had ever felt up to that point.

“Oh, Eric, I love your sister too,” I cried out in my passion as the cum cascaded from me matching Erica’s orgasm in every way. I continued to kiss the beautiful young woman and also to rub my breasts against hers the entire time until suddenly I began to develop another orgasm arising deep within me; somewhere buried so deeply it was almost primal in nature and I screamed, as it was wrenched from me in spurts almost painfully. It was something I had never experienced previously.

Erica pulled me up to her and almost crushed me in her embrace and we lay cuddled the rest of the afternoon, as we watched the sexual cavorting of Eric fucking the living daylights out of Krista, while Christa sat on Krista’s face while Krista ate out Christa’s pussy. (Sorry, but that’s their names. Be glad this isn’t one of those books on tape – mwahaha!) And that’s how I became introduced to Eric’s sister. Haha!

The End



Mistaken Identity



He's got to come. We've been meeting every Thursday, in this hotel, for months now. I really need his cock. The orgasms he'll give me. His whole body, his hands, his mouth. His licking me. But when I think of us together I always think of his cock. I think maybe I'm obsessed with it. It's so perfect. So sexy. It fills me. It even fits my mouth. Tastes good. I love to make him cum. Taste his cum. Suck him back up hard again. 

I'm getting all aroused just thinking about him. I'm dressed right this time. He'll be surprised. Not the college girl in jeans and a sweatshirt. I borrowed this dress from Vanessa across the hall. High heels. All dressed up. I look good even if I say so myself.

He's got to show up. For weeks now he's been saying we can't keep meeting. He loves his wife, doesn't want to keep cheating on her. I've told him. I don't want to marry him. His wife can have him. I want his cock. Well, his body, his tongue. But his cock for sure. Once a week is enough. 

But he isn't here. He never said he would be. I tried to call him. I mean, it's our day. It's Thursday. He started all this. He's responsible for making me so horny. So he better come. I need him. I need the sex. I need three or four orgasms. 

I baby sat for him and his wife. He got to me through the college. I always need money. My parents pay tuition but I have to work at goofy little jobs to make spending money. I'm always broke. He told me how attractive I was. How sexy I was. When he, Don, would pick me up and later drive me back to the dorm he'd talk about sex all the time. Then that one time, when they came home his wife was so drunk he practically carried her up to the bed. Then he came back down and started telling me how sexy I was and then how he could give me an orgasm without me having any risk. I never really said yes but I didn't say no. I'd been with a couple guys before but had never had oral sex, never had a guy lick me there. So I guess I was interested.

In High School I dated a guy for about a year before we finally did it. We both liked it so much that we fucked like minks from then on. Every time we could manage to get together where we could, he'd be on me or I'd be on him. Neither of us knew anything so we just kept doing what we'd discovered we liked. That ended when I left for college. Then last year I dated a guy for about six months before he flunked out and we did the same. Fucked a lot, everywhere we could. But never had I ever gone down on a guy or a guy on me. I'd thought about it, though.

Then Don did. And it was terrific. If his wife hadn't been passed out she'd of heard me, I'm sure I was practically screaming. Then he suggested we meet again and we could do even more. So we did. And then we did again. And again and again. Thursdays. Here. 

Shit. He isn't coming. He'd be here by now if he was. I want his cock so bad. I want an orgasm. What am I going to do? 

"Debbie?"

I hear a male voice. He's here. I turn. The guy looks nice enough but older. Don's only thirty-five, this guy might be forty-five or fifty. Who is he? How does he know my name?

"Yes?" I answer but really sort of ask.

"You're beautiful," he said. Then he put his hand on my waist. "Join me for dinner?"

He almost pushes me and the next thing I know I'm walking next to him, into the hotel restaurant. "I'm Warren," he tells me. I start to try and say he must have mistaken me for someone else but he starts talking to the maitre d' about something and the next thing we're being seated at a table. White linen. Candles. Beautiful place. Classy. He asks me if I'm a student and I tell him I am and he asks a little more and I answer him and the next thing we're in a conversation and wine has come and some delicious hors d'oeuvres and I feel like someone in a movie. I mean I know I look good tonight. And this guy is really nice and polite and even sort of good looking and I love the food and the place. So I ask him what he does and he tells me and we're actually having a nice conversation. I'm enjoying myself. But this is very weird.

It's a delicious dinner. Classy place. A live orchestra. He asks me to dance. I love to dance so I agree and we're on the floor. He's taller so we fit well. He holds me close. He's good at this. I have no problem following him at all. He holds me closer. I can feel his whole body against me. He's getting a hard-on, I can feel it. Actually, I like this. It's all like a dream but I like it. We go back to the table and he tells me how beautiful I am and what a good dancer I am and we have strawberries. He has coffee. I've never learned to like coffee, I have tea. With cream. He signs a slip the waiter brings and we dance again. It's actually very sexy. I'm sort of ashamed of myself but I'm getting very turned on. I can feel his cock pressing against me. He takes steps that cause me to spread my legs a little and bend back and I can feel him.

When we leave he walks with his hand on my waist, sort of guiding me and before I can think much about anything we're in an elevator. He turns me some and is about to kiss me. So I let him. I like it. I kiss back. We have our arms around each other. And I realize, I mean totally realize for the first time that I had been sort of toying with the idea in the back of my mind, I realize that we're going to fuck. I'm going to get my orgasms after all. With this guy, Warren.

Am I really that much of a slut that I'm going to hop in the sack with a guy I met maybe and hour ago? I guess I am. Because I also realize that I want to. Then we're in his room and we're kissing again. With Don, we always just got undressed right away. So I do the same thing now. I just take off my clothes, fold them neatly, and put them on a chair. Step out of my shoes. Just as with Don, since he forgot them half the time, I take several condoms out of my purse and set them on a table next to the bed. Then I turn to Warren. I'm completely naked, barefoot. I just turn and let him look at me. He has his coat and tie off, is unbuttoning his shirt. He stops for a moment and smiles.

"You're a real redhead," he says. I walk towards him. "You're absolutely beautiful," he adds, finally removing his shirt as I come up to him. I unfasten his belt as he pulls his undershirt off. I unzip his pants and open them and he takes them and pulls them down, bending over to step out of them. He folds them and puts them with his other clothes, takes off his shoes and socks and comes back to me. We have our arms around each other and kiss again. A really good kiss. He's actually getting better looking to me by the second. 

As we break our kiss, I kneel down and take hold of the waist of his boxers shorts and start pulling them down. He helps. His cock sort of springs out. It's a terrific cock. A lot like Don's. Same size and general shape. Different head or cap, probably different veins or something but a lot alike. It's beautiful. I take hold of it with one hand as I can feel him stepping out of his underwear. I lean forward and put it against the side of my face. I realize that I'm happy. I'm relieved. I've got a cock and I was afraid I wasn't going to have one. I didn't mean to but I can hear myself. It's almost like a purr. I look up at him and smile. Then I turn my head and lick the side of it. It feels so great. I lick around the head and get my lips over it. I love this. I want this. It's so great to feel it in my mouth, to taste it. This live, warm thing is so sexy. I keep licking and sucking, taking more and more of it into my mouth, then sliding back on it and then taking it in again. Licking and sucking and tasting. I can hear him breathing.

His hands come on either side of my head. "I don't went to cum this way Debbie," he says, sort of softly guiding my head away from his cock. I keep hold of it and stand up and we kiss again and we head over to the bed. He's even better than Don. Slower, more gentle. He kisses me, runs his hands over my body. He feels my breasts, sucks on one nipple then the other, kisses on down. He's going to eat me. My second guy to do that. He kisses my thighs and works his way towards my vagina so slowly, I sort of move my hips and push myself at him. I can hear myself sort of moaning. And then he's there, licking me, then licking my clit. Shit he's even better than Don. He's got fingers in me and my clit is getting worked on. I'm not going to last long this way. And I don't. He stays there, licks me. I can her him sucking, slurping, he's swallowing what I'm emitting. Won't be much of a wet spot on the sheet this time. Then he's coming back up, I can feel that he's hard again, it's pressing against my leg as he moves. I stretch and reach to the table and get a condom and pull the foil off. He smiles, right above me. "Were you a girl scout?" he asks, "Always prepared?" We're kissing again. I can taste myself on him just like I used to with Don. Only Warren's actually better. Or maybe what's happening right now is always better. I reach between us and get the condom on him, rolled down, and help aim him into me.

"You're so tight," he says. "It's like my first time, back in High School." 

I can feel him forcing my insides open, moving up into me. Fuck, it's so great. I want him in me. I shove my hips up, trying to get him in further. I can hear myself just saying "Yes" over and over. Then he's all the way in. Filling me up. It's perfect. "Fuck me," I say. I want to feel him moving in me, want to get more and more aroused. Then it's "Yes" again as he starts shoving and moving. I shove back, over and over. I guess I orgasm easy or something because this happens to me every time. A lovely cock is filling me up, moving in me, and all the feelings just build and build and the next thing I'm cumming. My mind is blown and my insides feel hot and I'm sort of spasming or something. As I do this, my insides must be working on the cock because every guy seems to do the same thing. Warren, too. As I'm cumming, he almost yells and then I can feel his cock jerk and he's filling the condom.

"Debbie that was terrific," he says, almost laying on me, his face above mine, his cock still in me but not as large as it was. "You really liked that didn't you?"

"Warren, you're great. I really needed that." Then I grinned at him and added, "Let's do that a couple more times." He grinned back, pulled his hips back, his cock leaving me, and sort of rolled to the side, facing me.

"As often as I can manage," he says, still smiling.

I really meant it, that I'd like to do it a couple more times. That I could have a couple more orgasms. I reached down and pulled the condom off him, holding it so I wouldn't spill his cum all over. I rolled over some so I could reach off the bed and dropped it on the floor. When we get up, Ill put it in a waste basket but right now I'm more interested in keeping my horny impulses going. I rolled back and got my hand around his cock. "We'll have to get this guy up again," I said, then leaned to him to kiss him.

He felt me all over and I felt him all over, particularly his cock and balls. We kissed often, kissed various body parts. I couldn't feel that he was growing any. I crawled on him and sat on him, rubbing my pussy on his cock. My breasts were hanging loose, looking as large as they could and he was laying on his back, playing with them. "How about sharing a shower?" I suggested. With Don, I'd learned that seemed to help. Washing each other and feeling each other seemed to arouse us both. I think maybe standing up even helped the blood to flow into his penis better than laying down.

Well, it worked with Warren, too. It could hardly be sexier as we washed each other bare handed. He rubbed my breasts, rinsed them then kissed and sucked on them. I washed and kissed all over his chest and shoulders. He eventually knelt and washed my legs. I spread them and he washed my pussy, using his bare hands and then got his mouth to me and licked some. I did the same to him and as I sucked on his clean cock it began to fill out considerably. 

After drying, we got back on the bed and he worked his way to my pussy again. I lifted my legs back to give him all the room he needed, rotating up to his mouth. I think he was even better than the first time. I sort of forced us to roll over and I ended up sitting on his face as he kept licking and sucking on me. I had my arm back so that I could get hold of his cock and massage it some. It was up plenty strong enough, so I lifted off his mouth, grabbed a condom, and slid back until I could slide it onto him and then sit down on him and take him up into me. Fuck, I love this. It feels so perfect. I was lasting longer than I did the first time and I sure hoped he did, too. He's partially sitting up, sucking on one nipple and working on the other with his hand. But as I rode him, sliding my hips and feeling him move inside me, I could feel my orgasm building. "Fuck!", "Oh, fuck!" It was great, I had to sit down on him, feeling him still hard inside me as my spasms slowed and I got my senses back. 

He grinned at me. "Let's change position," he said. "Get on your knees so I can come around behind you." I did and he did and immediately, he's in me again, shoving into me hard. I can feel his body hitting my butt. He leans over me or something because he has his finger on my clit as he keeps pounding into me. Fuck, this is so good! I can hear myself as I push my hips back at him, "Yes, yes". I don't know whether I came again or my earlier one had never died but soon I was in spasms again. I'm sure his cock felt them because I could feel it jerking in me. Again, we're side by side and I slide the sticky condom off him. "Warren, you're really good," I said. "I loved that, thank you."

We felt each other and kissed as we lay there. The next thing I knew, I was waking up and he was fingering my pussy. Still half asleep I grabbed the last condom that I had put on the table, reached down to find him hard and rolled it onto him. He climbed atop me and his forcing his way into me completely woke me up. I got my legs up around him. "Fuck me," I almost screamed. This is such a perfect way to wake up, a nice, big cock moving inside me.

We lasted and lasted. He had me change so he could get into me doggy style and I finally orgasmed and then he did, too. We hugged and kissed and he said he had a morning meeting. So we showered together. I got dressed in my clothes from last night and he tells me over and over how lovely I am and how great this all was. I'm going back to my dorm, wishing there was some way I could do this over and over again and told him so. 

He smiled and handed me an envelope. "What was agreed to is in there, in cash, as requested, plus a few hundred more for you because you're so special, Debbie. I'm left feeling that you really wanted me."

"I did want you," I said. "I loved every bit of our being together." I didn't know what else to say. I mean, there's some mistake. So I decided I should tell him. "I think there's been some mistake, though."

He looked surprised. "Mistake?" he asked. "I was to meet a Debbie at the elevators and did. The $1200 that was agreed to is in there plus another $300 just for you. You're something very special."

I was in shock. He thought I was a prostitute. A good one, obviously; but still -- a prostitute. $1500! Fuck, I work several little jobs and make about half that each month. I mean, he can obviously afford this. And it's all cash. No taxes, I realized. All kinds of things were running through my mind. Just by doing what I want to do anyway I can earn money like this?

"Warren, could I get the phone number you called to arrange this?" I asked. 



Mistaken Identity?



Michelle Tanner grasped hard onto the silver taps of the sink, holding on with all her strength as the large cock of her boyfriend's friend slammed repeatedly into her hot, tight pussy from behind. Her large tits bounced around violently, hardly contained by her low-cut dress, as the thick, solid dick continued to piston hotly into her body.

Staring at herself in the mirror, watching the hot body and gorgeous face of her boyfriend's friend as he concentrated hard on fucking the life out of her, Michelle groaned and moaned loudly, unable to hold back as the thick cock buried inside her continuously fucking her towards another orgasm.

As she relished the amazing feeling of her boyfriend's friend's cock being repeatedly stuffed hard into her, and her loud, lewd, lust-filled moans filled the bathroom, echoing down to where her boyfriend slept next door, Michelle couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten to this point. She had always been faithful to her boyfriend, she knew she loved him with all of her heart, yet here she was being stuffed full of his friend's dick, in her own bathroom, while her boyfriend was out cold in the next room. This wasn't even the first time that night she had had this monster dick nailing her, and the way it made her feel, she knew it wasn't going to be the last time either.

Smiling lustfully into the mirror as her boyfriend's friend looked up and into her eyes, Michelle moaned loudly, watching her big tits jolt, barely contained within the black lace bra that held them within the half-open low top of her dress, as she got fucked long and hard.

Things hadn't started out this way. Earlier that night she had had no intention of cheating on her boyfriend, let alone so many times and in the same house as him. Things just had turned out this way, and now here she was, getting the fucking of her life and loving every second of it. No, this had definitely not been planned.

As her boyfriend's friend grabbed her tits under her roughly and began pounding her harder from behind, Michelle screamed in lust, gripping harder to the taps, feeling them wobble as she clung to them and got the life fucked out of her, and she wondered briefly as she felt her next orgasm growing intensely just how she had ended up with her boyfriend's friend's dick buried inside her. It had been a simple mistake to begin with, she hadn't known, since then she had begged him for it...



The night had begun much like any other Friday night. The warm summer's night in Shorehaven promised a time filled with good times as Michelle sat on the edge of her and her boyfriend's bed, slowly lacing up the black knee-high boots that she had decided to where on her night out with the girls.

Tonight was one of her friend's bachelorette parties as she was getting married tomorrow, so they had all decided to head off to the Starfly club on The Strip and celebrate properly. It was a strict girl's night only, so Alex, Michelle's boyfriend of four years, had decided to invite his friends over for a lad's night in, however so far all that had turned up was his friend Jamie. Jamie was a nice enough guy; Michelle had met him a couple of times, though not really got to know him overly well. He was a lot like Alex in many ways, short dark hair and so on, only a little larger in every way. Jamie was a little taller than her boyfriend, and a little more muscular. He was also more brash and outgoing, not that Alex wasn't, it was just Jamie seemed to care little about consequences and often seemed reckless. Alex always told Michelle that Jamie just wanted to get as much fun out of life as he could; still, he seemed to go to extremes often.

Finishing one boot, Michelle raised her other to the bed and began to lace up the second as she listened to the two guys downstairs. No doubt Alex had already cracked open a couple of beers and the two were watching boxing, or knowing Jamie, probably some extreme sport where people break bones more often than not.

"...yeah, but the cheerleaders are hotter than the ring girls..." Michelle heard Alex commenting, which brought a faint smile to her lips. Alex loved it when she dressed up as a cheerleader for him.

"I don't know man, you gotta think that the ring girls love being around a real man..." Jamie began to reply and Michelle laughed lightly to herself as she stopped listening to them. What fascinating conversations men had, so deep and thoughtful.

Finishing the last boot, Michelle stood up on her heeled-boots and walked over to the full-length mirror opposite the bed, smoothing her dress as she moved.

As her reflection came into view, a pleased smile curved Michelle's luscious lips. She had chosen the black summer dress as she knew she would look hot in it, although she didn't want to outshine the bride-to-be, so she hadn't chosen anything too revealing. The dress ended mid thigh, and while the low-cut top showed a pleasant amount of her impressive cleavage, her large 38C tits remained teasingly hidden behind the form-fitting top of the dress. Running from the top of the dress to her stomach were the buttons that held the dress closed across her heavy rack. Her long, dark-brown, wavy hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face with her large, bright hazel eyes and luscious lips that were now painted in a red-brown that highlighted her eyes. Her black knee-high boots finished the outfit off perfectly, and as she placed her hands on her hips, Michelle couldn't help but smile at her reflection.

The other part of the reason why she had chosen this outfit was because after tonight she knew she would come back horny, and whether Alex had fallen asleep or not, after she woke him up and he saw her wearing this, no matter how tired he was, or how much he drank, he'd give her exactly what she needed. With a hot 24-year-old chick like her dressed as she was, no man could say no.

Turning with a bounce in her step, Michelle picked up her phone from the dressing table and dialled the number of her friend as she began putting her make-up back in the box she usually kept it in.

"Hey." She said happily as the phone was answered, "I'm ready now, so I'll get a cab and head over to your apartment in a minute, won't be long."

Her friend sounded a little tipsy already, no doubt the other girls had already cracked open a bottle of wine, as she replied that they were only waiting on two more before they headed out to the club. Saying that she was on her way and not to drink all of the wine before she got there, Michelle hung up and called a cab, before turning to head towards the bedroom door.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Michelle swayed more than walked in these heeled boots into the lounge and sure enough, the guys were watching some odd form of extreme sports which seemed to involve two guys and a very large mountain.

Heading over to where Alex sat, Michelle kissed him lightly on the head.

"Right then, I'm heading out. You two have a good night, I'll be back late, so don't wait up." She said lightly as Alex looked up and Jamie looked over to her.

Suppressing a giggle of amusement at the two guys' reactions at what she was wearing was no easy feat, however somehow she managed to keep her face somewhat straight. Both Alex and Jamie's eyes widened the moment they fell on her and whatever conversation they had been having cut off abruptly as both stared at her with a mix of amazement, approval and desire.

"Wow, 'Chelle you look...damn, hot babe." Alex said as he twisted in his seat to get a better look at her, his tone filled with approval and just the right emotion that proved Michelle's hopes about when she got back.

Jamie didn't add anything to that, she was his friend's girlfriend after all, however Michelle could tell that he agreed by the fact that he hadn't taken his eyes off her yet.

"Thank you honey." Michelle replied sweetly as she leaned down to give her boyfriend a gentle kiss.

Alex grinned at her stupidly like most guys did when their mind was on only one thing, however he swiftly remembered that his friend was there and so adjusted his eyes to glance over at Jamie before looking back to her.

"Oh, before I forget babe, Jamie wondered if you'd mind if he crashed here the night, we've had two beers already and the night is young. Don't want him driving his car back home drunk now." Alex asked and Michelle shook her head lightly. He was so sweet for asking her approval.

"Not at all, we've got a spare room upstairs." She replied, looking at Jamie kindly. Alex must have known she wouldn't have minded or no doubt he wouldn't have brought it up. His friend staying over wouldn't affect her plans later on at all. No doubt Jamie would be out cold from the drinks to be disturbed by her and Alex having sex down the hall behind a closed door.

"Great, thanks 'Chelle." Jamie replied as Alex smiled at him and then her.

"Alright then babe, you go and have a great night; I'll see you when you get back." Her loving boyfriend said before she once more leaned down to kiss him lightly.

"You boys be good." She chided playfully and the two guys laughed that they would.

Feeling happy and as if everything in the world was just perfect, Michelle headed out as she heard a horn sound outside the house. Getting into the cab, she thought about what a great night was coming up. Little did she know at that time, that some hours later she would being stuffed full of hard cock as she planned, only not her boyfriend's.



Alex leaned back in the armchair, taking a deep draught from the can of beer he had just opened as he watched his sexy girlfriend sway out of the lounge in those fuck-me knee-high boots. He was going to get some tonight, there was no doubt of that, he thought to himself as he watched her close the front door behind her firm ass that was shown off so well in that summer dress she was wearing.

Turning back to his friend, Alex was about to say something when suddenly the guy on the programme they were watching fell from his ski's, twisting several times in some unnatural ways as he fell down the slope. Alex knew the guy was alright, he was narrating the show after all, but still, that had to hurt.

"Damn, that's gotta hurt!" Jamie exclaimed as he took a large swig from the beer in his hand, echoing Alex's own thoughts.

"Damn right man, that'd put anyone out of action for a while." Alex replied as he shook his head at the man who was still tumbling through the snow.

"Not me Al, even a fall like that couldn't stop me from getting it up for a hot chick." Jamie laughed in return and Alex shook his head at his friend. Proud fuck, though Alex had seen Jamie prove how resilient he was before. The man was crazy, and yet none of the numerous injuries he had incurred had ever kept him down for long, or dissuaded him from doing whatever had caused it again.

"You're a nutter Jamie, I swear it." Alex replied with a large grin and Jamie once more burst out laughing and Alex couldn't help but laugh along with him.

Little did Alex know at that point, that the man he was laughing with, his own friend, would later on be screwing his girlfriend with his big dick from behind, making her scream and watching her big tits bounce around as he gave her a hard fucking like she had never been fucked before. If he had known how deep his friend's dick would be buried in his hot girlfriend, if he had known all the things she would do for him, he would not have laughed along with his friend. However, Alex didn't know, nor even conceive of the possibility, and so he simply continued to laugh and drink with his friend.



Finishing his bout of laughter, Jamie once more leaned back into the soft cushions of the sofa, drinking deeply from the fourth can of beer he had had in the last couple of hours. There was plenty more what that came from, not to mention a nice bottle of tequila his cousin had brought up from Mexico. That, they were saving for later, though Jamie had considered opening it already several times. Beer was good to begin with, but it just got too filling and not strong enough after a while.

Of course, his mind occasionally drifted back to the hot image of his friend's knockout girlfriend. It had been hard to keep his jaw from dropping when he had seen Michelle come in dressed in that hot little dress. Her big rack had strained the buttoned up top of the dress and her knee-high boots and the shortness of the skirt had shown her sexy legs off amazingly. Not to mention how drop-dead gorgeous she was as well. Damn, that woman was fine. Not that he would ever say that to Alex of course, nor ever tell Michelle, let alone do anything about it, but hey, looking was not touching, he was merely appreciating a beautiful woman, which should be a compliment surely.

As he lowered the can from his lips, the sexy image of Michelle's swaying left Jamie's mind for the fourth time since the hot woman had left a few minutes ago, and he turned his attention back to his friend.

"What do you say we crack open that tequila and switch to the wrestling ah?" Jamie asked with a big smile as he looked to his friend.

"Damn Jamie, you wanting to hit the heavy stuff already? You'll be out cold in a couple of hours if you start drinking that stuff right now." Alex replied with an amused shake of his head.

"Ah alright, we'll have a few more beers then head for the good stuff yeah?" He replied and gave Alex his best 'I won't take no for an answer' face.

"Shit man, you're gonna get me pissed out of my head. Alright." Alex answered finally and Jamie cheered.

"Alrighty then! Now this is a proper good night." He exclaimed and heard his friend chuckle amusedly.

Once more that image of Alex's girlfriend popped into his head and Jamie couldn't help but think how hot a fuck she must be. Surely she could ride a dick for hours. He sure wouldn't mind giving her his hard shaft. No doubt she could suck like a pro too; her mouth seemed made for locking around a nice fat cock.

The thoughts made Jamie's dick instantly harden and he fidgeted with his jeans so that his impressive size wasn't too visible. Damn, when he went to sleep in that spare room tonight he was going to jack one off thinking of Michelle, no doubt about that. Damn but she was fucking hot.

Little did the unsuspecting friend know that his dick and his friend's girlfriend certainly would share a connection, though a much more real one than some fantasy. If Jamie had planned to seduce Michelle, there would have been little chance of his burying his long, hard rod deep within her hot, tight pussy. However, the events that unfolded, without any intent from any party, would lead to the hottest fucking session either Michelle or Jamie had ever had. The night was young indeed, yet Jamie's thick cock was destined to be buried within Michelle by the end of it.



Michelle giggled loudly with the rest of the girls as the half-naked man gyrated in front of the bride-to-be. He had been dressed as a sailor a few moments ago, however now all he had on was a very tight, very small, pair of latex underwear which seemed to show his obviously well-endowed package off as intended.

All the girls were dressed up, and it had been a fun night so far. They had polished off two bottles of wine before leaving the apartment for the Starfly. Since they had gotten here they had mostly had pitchers of various cocktails, had more than a few dances, and even more laughs at various jokes and funny stories. The large group of dressed up young women had of course attracted the attention of more than a handful of young men who had decided to try their luck on them. Some had succeeded with some of the girls, though most of them had either danced, let one by a drink for her, or simply shooed them away. Michelle herself had to drive off several would-be suitors. Sometimes the simple words that she had a boyfriend would send them off, though more often than not they seemed to not care. However, each time one approached, she sent them packing. She loved Alex and had no intention of cheating on him, unlike some of the other girls who had boyfriends, and yet she had seen more than one coming back either from the toilets or outside with less than steady legs that was definitely not caused from the drinks. She didn't say anything, they could do what they wanted, and so would she.

Snapping from her memories by a high-pitched giggle of excitement from one of her friends, Michelle followed the girls' eyes and watched as the male-stripper swiftly pulled the last tiny garment he was wearing down to reveal a nice thick cock that must have been about eight and a half inches long, easily bigger and a lot thicker than Alex's. Damn, she felt like she couldn't tear her eyes away from the thick piece of meat. How was a girl meant to fuck something that big. She was no virgin when she and Alex started going out, but she had never seen, and definitely not fucked, a cock that size before.

The group of girls giggled excitedly, the Maid of Honour even moving closer to wrap her hand around the thick monster and begin jacking it as she stared at the stripper with a huge grin, and she had a fiancée too, although the woman didn't seen to remember that as Michelle watched her lower her mouth over the thick shaft.

Joining in the laughter as her friend sucked the stripper off only to have him shoot his cum all over the bride-to-be's face and cleavage, Michelle continued to drink as she shared a funny story with her friends, shaking her head when the stripper came over to her offering her a piece of the action with a proud grin. Michelle stood her ground however, shaking her head, though the image of that huge dick stuck in her mind the rest of the night. Damn she couldn't wait to get back so Alex could fuck her senseless.

Sipping her drink and giggling with her friends, Michelle listened as the Maid of Honour told her how much bigger the guy's dick had been than her fiancée's. It was only then that Michelle noticed that the bride-to-be wasn't around, and neither was the stripper any more. Looking around for a moment, her eyes suddenly fell on a dark corner where she just about made out her friend, the bride-to-be, with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around the naked body of the stripper as he obviously fucked her roughly against the wall of the club. Her friend's face was contorted in what Michelle could only call ecstasy, and no wonder having such a huge dick shoved inside her, Michelle knew the groom couldn't compete with the stripper in that department, she had been told of that.

Watching her friend a few moments longer, Michelle turned back to the others, who giggled, obviously knowing what was going on. All Michelle could think of as she took a deeper drink of her cocktail was how much she couldn't wait to get home for Alex to screw her hard.



"I'm telling ya man, they're fake." Alex slurred as he took hold of his...somethingth, shot of tequila.

Grinning stupidly back at him, his equally drunk friend shook his head in the wobbly way that drunk people do before he once more looked at the television.

"No way man...she's totally all natural...I mean, even if she ain't, it's still all good, you know what I mean?" Jamie slurred, still grinning stupidly as he didn't make sense at all, but all Alex could do is fall back against the seat and grin just as stupidly back at him.

"Damn Jamie...you're drunk man." Alex laughed out loud as he smiled at his friend, holding his glass still untouched.

"No way man, you're more drunken than me." Jamie replied taking another shot of tequila before slamming the glass down on the table with a satisfied exhalation of breath. "Actually...you know what, I think you might be right." Alex couldn't help but grin at that. "I think we should...probably...drink upstairs, or I ain't gonna be able to walk up there later."




Mistaken Identity?



Alex couldn't stop himself from laughing at that, however he pushed himself up only to fall back onto the seat, spilling the tequila in his hand over himself which resulted in them both cracking up in a fit of laughter.

After a minute of cracking up, Jamie stood up, seemingly wobbly on his own legs though he did manage to stand on his own.

"I think I am drunk too man." Alex said as his friend reached out to help him up, swaying as he did though remaining steady.

Jamie cracked up into laughter again as he grabbed the ridiculously huge bottle of tequila that his cousin had supposedly brought up from Mexico, and helped Alex towards the stairs.

"Up we go man, up, up and away." Alex's drunk friend said as he took the first step slowly.

"You're a good friend Jamie man, a fucking good friend." Alex slurred, and Jamie grinned as he fell against the wall, slowly plodding up the stairs.

"Yeah, I know. You too man, fucking great." Jamie replied as they eventually reached the top of the stairs and turned towards the spare bedroom.

Fumbling into the room, Alex fell on the bed laughing as Jamie sat on the other side, leaning against the headboard as he took a deep swig of the tequila.

"This is some funny shit man...a great night.." Alex mumbled into the sheets before he finally pushed himself up enough to take another swig of the strong spirit. He was drunk out of his head, and getting tired now as the night slowly wore on and the pair of them drank neat tequila that never seemed to end. As the tequila slowly began to show signs of being consumed, both Alex and Jamie showed signs of being ever more drunk, and slowly, ever more weariness.



"You let him cum inside you?" Michelle asked incredulously.

The bride-to-be blushed and nodded as she grinned. Michelle stared at her friend in amazement. The woman was getting married tomorrow and she had just fucked a stripper and let the guy cum inside her. Granted she was on the pill but, damn, she would still have the guy's cum inside her when she walked down the aisle tomorrow morning.

"It was so hot too, his dick was so big I almost came when he shoved it inside me!" The bride-to-be giggled excitedly and the other girls laughed. "I tell you Michelle, I didn't plan on fucking another guy, but when that big dick was in me, fuck, I'd have fucked him at the wedding, at the alter even in front of everyone!"

Michelle shook her head, staring at her friend in amazement.

"But don't you love Gary?" She asked still in shock

"Of course I do honey," Her friend replied warmly, "But it's my last night as a single woman, I have the right to get fucked by a big dick, it'll be the last chance I have, and no doubt Gary's watching a stripper with fake tits right now. Besides, he'll never know, and fuck was it worth it to have that monster shoved inside me."

Michelle shook her head in amazement as she took another deep drink of her cocktail. She just couldn't understand it. Sure, she loved having sex with Alex, but to feel as if you would do anything to keep any size cock inside you, she just couldn't understand, even one the size that stripper had. There was no way she could do that; she just loved Alex too much to even consider it.

"Trust me honey, if you'd had that hot cock shoved inside you, you'd have gone back to Alex on wobbly legs." The bride-to-be said amusedly and the other girls burst out laughing.

Michelle simply shook her head with a faint smile as she tried to get the image of the stripper's enormous cock out of her head. Damn, but she couldn't wait to get back to let Alex fuck her. Despite how wrong she thought her friend's actions were she was hotter for cock now than earlier. A few more hours of drinking and partying and she'd be back home, and Alex wouldn't know what hit him. She was hot to fuck all night.

Little did the stunning young girlfriend know just how long she would be fucking that night. She would get the cock she craved, more than she ever imagined, but just what she needed. However, she had no idea at that moment just how different things would turn out.



Jamie almost fell off the bed as he was laughing so hard at the story his friend had just told him. What made it funnier was it was a true story. Oh, he felt like he was going to cry it was so funny.

In the last hour or so they had managed to finish off just over half of the enormous bottle of tequila and were now completely wasted out of their heads. The world had been spinning for some time, and Jamie had found that unless he sat up, he was in danger of falling asleep, unless Alex was cracking him up with some crazy story like the last one.

"Alex man, you alright?" Jamie asked his friend amusedly as he finally was able to see again.

Alex was lying with his face half-turned on the pillow with a dozy-stupid grin on his face and his eyes half closed.

"Yeah man, fucking great." He mumbled drunkenly, half into the pillow. "You're a fucking great friend man, this has been a fucking good night."

Jamie felt his leg fall off the bed drunkenly as he nodded in a wobbly fashion that it indeed had been.

"You falling asleep man?" Jamie asked as the world once more began to spin and he failed to grab the tequila bottle twice before finally managing to catch the devious thing.

"Uh?" Alex mumbled back sleepily, his eyes now closed.

"Fuck man, I ain't sleeping in bed with you." Jamie slurred as he prodded his friend a few times to try to wake him up. "You've got a bed of your own to get to."

Alex muttered and tried to swat Jamie's fingers away before he rolled onto his back, giving up and mumbling something before he managed to speak a little clearer.

"Fuck off man...go and sleep in the other room." Alex muttered irritably and only barely intelligibly in his drunken-half-asleep stupor.

"'Chelle won't like that." Jamie replied as he used the tequila bottle to help him stand up, leaving it by the side of the bed as he swayed drunkenly. "Shit, I need to piss."

"Uh? She'll come in here when she sees you asleep..." Alex mumbled as he threw an arm over his face. "She won't care..."

Jamie nodded, knowing Michelle probably wouldn't, she was easy going like that, before he made his way, half-stumbling, around the bed to the door.

"Alright man...want the light off?" Jamie slurred as he opened the door.

Alex mumbled something that didn't even sound like a word and so Jamie flicked the switch off before attempting to close the door quietly, though it banged shut loudly.

"Shhh." He hissed at it loudly, before he turned to stumble into the bathroom.

Finally relieving himself felt so good, and moments later he stumbled across the hall into Alex and Michelle's bedroom, knocking the door open as he half-stumbled through into the dark, leaving the hall light on, which cast a faint glow into the room, though not putting much impact on the darkness within.

Feeling his way around the black-iron frame at the bottom of the bed, which matched its larger twin headboard, Jamie fell onto the soft mattress, and mumbled as he felt his head sink in the soft pillow.

A sharp pain told him that he was still only half on the bed, and so reluctantly he forced himself to move, pulling himself onto the bed. Moments later he was in a deep sleep, and completely unaware of where he was and what was about to occur a little later that night.



Michelle giggled as her friend continued to describe some very detailed information about her boyfriend's body that in her tipsy-state just seemed to be hilarious. She probably wouldn't have found it so funny if she hadn't had those last two cocktails, which had seemed more alcohol than mixers, yet right then in that cab ride home it was hysterical. The night had been more than fun, if a little more sex-filled than Michelle had expected, however it had had to end some time and so now, in the small hours of the morning, while most houses they passed were dark and silent, Michelle and two more of the girls were sharing a cab ride home. The wedding would be tomorrow, which would be exciting, she had her dress all ready for it and her hair planned, however right then, all that kept occupying the hot brunette's mind was getting back and screwing Alex until she collapsed. Damn she was fucking horny, hornier than she had ever felt she was sure, and of course, the size of that strippers thick dick and the illicit sex her friend had had with him had nothing to do with it. Of course.

The cab ride seemed a lot shorter than it actually was, and finally Michelle was wishing her friends a good night as they waved drunkenly at her as the cab pulled away and she was making her way back towards her front door.

Opening the door, she closed it quietly behind her. It was more so she didn't wake Jamie up than Alex. Her boyfriend would be woken up soon enough, however she wanted to make sure his friend stayed asleep so she could enjoy the attention her boyfriend would give her.

Passing the lounge she noticed the pile of cans and the fact that the lights were still left on, though neither of the guys were asleep in the chairs or on the sofa, which meant they had both gone to bed. Good, that at least meant she would get some hard cock tonight, and fuck she needed it, she was almost clawing up the walls as she slowly made her way up the stairs towards her and Alex's bedroom.

Looking over to the spare bedroom, Michelle smiled erotically to herself as she saw that the door was shut. Jamie would be asleep in there, not doubt as drunk as Alex would be, he wouldn't hear a thing. The light from the hallway created a soft, faint glow in the dark bedroom that was hers and Alex's and that pleased smile deepened as she noticed that Alex had left the door open for her. Approaching slowly, Michelle saw the shape of her loving, hot boyfriend lying still on their large, double bed and bit her bottom lip in excitement. The horniness from the night had built up so intense within her that she felt her eyes glaze as she thought of Alex's hot cock slipping into her. Her large, hazel eyes twinkled with the horny lust she felt as she slowly swayed into the dark bedroom.

Alex was lying on his back, sleeping quietly. Michelle couldn't make out anything except his outline on the bed, however it was enough to guide her towards where his jeans were closed up, hiding the hot cock she needed so badly.

Swaying closer to her boyfriend's sleeping shape, Michelle gently sat on the edge of the bed, looking to where she thought his face must be for any sign that he was waking up, as she reached forward to find his button and zipper. Electricity ran through her fingers, sending a shiver down her spine, as her fingers touched his crotch and made their way to the small metal button. Not intending to keep her boyfriend asleep, Michelle pulled at the button non-too-gently and she smiled as she watched her boyfriend stir as she yanked the top of his jeans open. His zipper soon came down and slowly she began to pull his jeans and boxers down his legs until she pulled them a little roughly from his feet, tossing them uncaringly onto the floor somewhere in the room.

"Ughmmmm" Her boyfriend moaned as he was knocked around by all of Michelle's pulling and yanking of his clothes, however as Michelle's eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and she could make out the outline of his head, she could tell that he had not yet woken up or he would be looking at her by now.

Smiling wickedly to herself, she once more reached forward with her hands before gently touching his soft cock with her nails. Electricity shot through her body once more as her fingers lightly came into contact with her boyfriend's naked cock, and it seemed to shoot through Alex too as he stirred again.

Her smile deepening lustfully, Michelle traced her nails along the length of his cock, which seemed to have a big effect on Alex as it suddenly began to harden. Shuddering with excitement, Michelle let her hand wrap around the length of his dick before she slowly began to move her hand up and down its length.

Alex began to breathe a little faster as Michelle slowly moved her hand up and down his quickly hardening cock. Michelle's breathing too began to grow more excited as she felt Alex's cock harden into a rock-solid shaft that only seemed to get harder. It also seemed to be longer than she had thought, unless that was perhaps because she was a little drunk and the image of that stripper's huge hard on was still in her head. The thought of that huge naked dick she had seen earlier made Michelle breathe heavier and forget any thought about the size of Alex's cock, she just needed to feel it now.

Slowly she leaned forward until her face hovered above the rock-hard shaft and Michelle felt the heat of her boyfriend's rod as she gently moved forward to lick down and then up his seemingly-still-growing dick. She must be more drunk than she thought, or he must be hornier than ever being woken up like this, Michelle thought proudly as he warm, soft tongue reached the head of Alex's solid, and surprisingly thick, cock. Moaning lustfully to herself the moment her tongue danced across the head of her boyfriend's dick, Michelle opened her mouth and wrapped her hot, luscious lips around the tip. Moaning as the contact sent shivers down her spine, Michelle lowered her mouth down her boyfriend's dick until she felt the head press against her throat. More shivers ran through her as she realised that she still had her hand wrapped around his shaft, her mouth stuffed with his cock and still room for her to jack his dick. Fuck, he really must be as horny as she was.

Moaning lightly once more, Michelle lifted her head all the way up Alex's dick, flicking her tongue along the tip as she sucked on the end until she lifted her mouth from his dick long enough to raise her head to look at Alex's face. She still couldn't make him out clearly in the dark, however she could tell his breathing had deepened and he was obviously enjoying her attention, and so with another sexy smile, Michelle opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Alex's thick cock, before once again sucking it deep into her hot, wet mouth.

Little did the stunning, horny girlfriend know, that the big dick she was in fact sucking happily on did not belong to her boyfriend of four years, but in fact to his friend. As Michelle continued to work her mouth up and down Jamie's dick, although she believed it was Alex's, sucking and circling her tongue along its solid length, Jamie began to stir from the pleasure.



Jamie's tequila-induced dreams suddenly began to alter from driving a car down a glowing road to suddenly floating in the midst of clouds with a hard on that seemed to rage solidly.

As he stared with amazement at his suddenly naked hard dick, he felt a rush of pleasure flow through him and blinking he thought he saw a woman's hand a moment slowly jacking up and down his pulsing cock.

Lying back on the clouds, enjoying the sensations, the world suddenly spun as a wet heat covered the top of his shaft and the sudden feel of a woman sucking expertly made him groan in pleasure as bright stars began to shine and slowly spin around him.

Looking down at his crotch he could see a silhouetted woman sucking hard on his cock, he was considering who it was when the wave of pleasure doubled as the woman sucked harder and faster, jacking his dick as she sucked on it fiercely.

Releasing another happy moan that he couldn't contain, Jamie thought he heard the woman laugh lightly as if she were pleased at the reaction she was getting from him, before once more she returned her hot, expert mouth to giving him the blowjob of his dreams literally. Whoever this mystery woman was, she was the best cocksucker Jamie had ever had, no wonder she was in his dreams.

As the woman continued to bob her head up and down, flicking her tongue around his thick shaft as she sucked, locking her lips to his hard rod, Jamie reached down to wrap his fingers in her hair, lifting his hips to her mouth as he breathed heavily. She was fucking good. The world began to spin and darken, the dream fading, until suddenly it disappeared entirely, however the hot sensations remained. Moments later, his eyes cracked open as a light moan escaped his lips.

At first he thought it was another part of the dream, however as his eyes looked down towards his cock, his eyes fell on the silhouette of a woman, sitting on the edge of the bed, and sucking his dick. He couldn't make her features out due to the light gently falling in the room from behind her, and so it took him a moment to gather his bearings and understand what was going on.

Suddenly memory flooded back to him as he realised that he was lying in Alex and Michelle's bed. Alex had told him to sleep here as he had fallen asleep in the spare room. That would mean that the woman sucking on his dick was....Michelle.

His eyes widened as he tried to look up, however Michelle suddenly sucked harder and lightly dragged her teeth over the head of his cock and Jamie's head fell back to the pillow underneath him as he groaned in pleasure.

Fuck, was this happening? Was his friend's hot girlfriend of four years really sucking his dick like a pro in her and her boyfriend's own bedroom?

Once more he heard that lightly amused laugh and if that hadn't been enough to confirm it was his friend's girlfriend, her voice was.

"You like that baby don't you? You always love it when I wake you up with your dick in my mouth." Michelle purred erotically and it took a moment for Jamie to register what she had said.

His eyes widened again as he did. She thought he was Alex! Well, of course she would, she had obviously not turned on the light when she came into the bedroom as Alex had said she would. Instead she must have seen him sleeping in the bed and thought it was her boyfriend and just started sucking his dick. Fuck! What was he going to do now? If he told her it was him that would no doubt ruin everything for him, her and Alex. They'd all no doubt fall out, and even if they all accepted it was a case of mistaken identity, who could forget that their girlfriend had sucked off their friend in their own bed?

Thoughts flashed through his mind in the two seconds after Michelle had spoken, however her hand still slowly pumping up and down his dick did not help him concentrate, nor did the constant image of what she had been wearing when she left or how hot she had looked.

Damn she was a hot woman, and his friend's girl at that, not to mention that she sucked cock like nobody he had ever met. Perhaps the best thing was to just not say anything and hope she went into the bathroom long enough for him to carry Alex through here so she would think it had been him. Alex was drunk enough to believe Michelle had sucked him off while in his stupor, and if Michelle didn't turn the light on she would never know it had been him. That way, no one would be hurt, and the fact he would get a free blowjob from his friend's hot fucking girlfriend was just an added bonus. Yeah, that's what he would do.

Feeling like he had a plan, Jamie did not reply, instead he once more reached his hand down and placing it on the back of Michelle's head, he gently guided her mouth back onto his waiting dick.

"Mmmm." Michelle purred as her mouth once more filled with his raging hard on.

Jamie left his hand on her head as she continued to suck happily for a few more minutes, bringing him close to the edge before letting him fall back teasingly. Sucking slowly and rolling her soft tongue around his hard shaft, Michelle worked his hard dick in and out of her hot mouth with expertise.

Jamie couldn't help but groan in pleasure as his friend's girlfriend sucked unknowingly on his large dick, uncaring about the open door, until suddenly and unexpectedly Michelle lifted her mouth from his dick and stood up from the bed.




Mistaken Identity?



She wasn't going to leave him hanging after such an amazing blowjob was she? Was he going to have to get Alex in here now and be left without cumming after having Michelle's hot mouth wrapped around his dick. Horny irritation sparked within him and Jamie felt the desire to finish what Michelle had started, however then Michelle did something he did not expect and only momentarily had to think about as lust now had him completely...



Alex Gordon slept deeply in his tequila-induced stupor, dreaming of unusual things in many more unusual circumstances. Dreams that were quite entertaining, if a little odd.

His dreams however were not as pleasant as those of his friend's, which were more induced by Alex's girlfriend of four years sucking on his raging-hard dick while he slept.

As Alex dreamed of many a strange thing, soundly asleep, he was blissfully unaware as his girlfriend sucked hard on his friend's dick, thinking it was his. He did not know that his friend knew full well that it was his friend's girlfriend who had a mouth stuffed full of his monster cock, nor did the unconscious boyfriend know that his friend had guided the sexy 24-year-old girlfriend's head back to his dick to suck it, which she gladly did for a few more minutes, before she lifted her mouth from the solid-shaft, with intentions of something far more illicit in mind.

As Alex slept, his girlfriend stood, and was about to be filled like never before.



Michelle reluctantly pulled her mouth from Alex's hot dick and raised herself to stand by the side of the bed. She could tell he was awake now, his hand guiding her head back to his dick had confirmed that, however she had had a need burning within her all night, and she didn't want him cumming before she had that blazing desire satisfied.

Smiling playfully at her boyfriend as he lay watching her, she could tell his eyes were on her as the light behind her glinted faintly in them, Michelle reached under her dress and slowly removed her panties, dropping them to the floor as she placed one sexy leg on the bed.

"Mmm, I've been needing you so badly baby." Michelle purred hornily as she swung her other leg over Alex's, "All night I've been waiting to shove your dick in me...I'm going to ride you hard baby."

Alex didn't reply, instead he reached his hands to run silently along her smooth legs before moving them to hold on to her waist as she reached beneath her to take hold of his still raging hard on.

Holding the throbbing head directly beneath her horny pussy, Michelle considered teasing her boyfriend a little more, however the furious desire within her would wait no longer, and so she quickly began to lower herself down onto his ragingly-hard shaft.

The moment the head shoved inside her hot pussy Michelle groaned loudly in satisfaction, however as she continued to lower herself down the hard cock her eyes began to widen. Alex must have been hornier than ever as his dick seemed to be twice as wide as normal and seemed to be going on forever as she still hadn't sat on his lap yet.

"Ohmmm!" Michelle moaned as she continued to spear herself on her boyfriend's throbbing cock, trying to lower herself all the way down.

Biting her bottom lip, Michelle moaned lustfully as she felt Alex's dick pushing deeper into her than he had ever gone before. Fuck, he must have been as big as that stripper she had seen earlier and still she wasn't all the way down. Fuck, she hadn't thought he was this big, perhaps that image was fucking her mind up.

Lifting up slightly, Michelle decided to impale herself fully on Alex's dick and slammed herself down.

"OH FUCKK!" Michelle groaned loudly and felt her head fall back as the huge dick speared into her pussy completely.

Fuck! She must have had about ten or eleven inches of hard dick shoved inside her. How could she have ever not noticed how fucking big her boyfriend was before!

The thought however did not last long, all that filled Michelle's horny mind was how hot she had been all night, how much she needed to be filled and how good she needed to be fucked.

There was no mistake, she definitely felt fucking good. Alex was deeper in her than he had ever been, and fuck it felt amazing!

Taking deep breaths, Alex seemed to give her a moment to adjust to his size. Fuck, he had to be horny as hell to be this big and hard! It felt as if he was buried to her womb.

Finally Michelle was able to lift her head back up, however she felt all tingly already having so much dick buried inside her burning pussy. She was going to have the best orgasm in the world with this sex. She'd have to get Alex this horny again, if he could do it once she would never want it to be as it was after feeling this.

"Fuck..me...you feel so big baby...so fucking big and hard...Mmm, so fucking goodd!" Michelle told her boyfriend breathlessly as he lay under her, still gently holding her by the waist. "Fuck I love your big dick!"

Still catching her breath from the size of the cock buried within her, Michelle slowly started to move her hips back and forth, still trying to adjust to Alex's horny size as she began to slowly fuck herself on his hard shaft.

"Mmmm, Oh! Yes...that's what I've been fucking needing! Ummmmm!" Michelle moaned breathlessly as she moved back and forth a little faster.

Slowly the stunning 24-year-old began to speed up her movements as she grew accustomed to the size of the dick that was now sliding in and out of her faster and faster, filling her up like never before and making her moan as she continued to ride up and down it's hard length.

Lust-surged through Michelle's body as the big dick pumping in and out of her hot, needy pussy repeatedly slammed home as she swiftly began to bounce around on its enormous length.

"Oh fuck...oh...so fucking good! Mmmmm! Oh, ummm yeesss!" Michelle moaned breathlessly, running her hands through her hair and holding them behind her head as she began to ride up and down Alex's thick cock harder and faster, slamming herself down hard enough so that the bed springs squeaked lightly in unison with their fucking.

"Fuck your good!" Michelle heard Alex grunt between what sounded like clenched teeth and she looked towards his shadow-shrouded body as she held her hair up behind her and continued to repeatedly impale herself on his huge, so-fucking-good, cock. 

If she had not been so deeply lost in the horny lust she craved, Michelle would have noticed that the voice had not sounded like Alex's, but like his friend. However, the hot girlfriend was lost in the feel of the enormous dick stuffing her pussy full and bringing her ever closer to her intensely growing orgasm to notice anything much.

"Fuck baby...ohummm...yes....you're so big and hard tonight...ummmmm....this is the best sex we've ever had....yeeess....ummmm...you're making me feel soooo goood!" Michelle moaned before she groaned loudly as Alex began slamming his hips towards her as she slammed her own down, driving his big dick deeper with lust-filled force.

"Ride my dick Michelle!" Her boyfriend grunted commandingly, once more through the clenched teeth of pleasure.

Michelle responded by lowering her hands and placing them on his hard-muscled chest to help steady herself as she began to ride up and down his massive dick as hard and as fast as she could.

"Oh fuck Alex! Oh fucking...Ohhhh! You're dick is so fuckking good baby! Oh! Fuck! Mmmmm, yeaaahh! Ummmm!" Michelle groaned as her boyfriend's dick repeatedly thrust up into her as she slammed herself down with all her strength.

Alex must have been enjoying himself more than ever, and his orgasm must have been coming close, as he suddenly thrust up harder. The force of being slammed full of her boyfriend's enormous cock all at once and the pleasure it gave her, caused Michelle's arms to give way. Falling onto his hard-masculine chest Michelle quickly found his lips and mashed hers against them, opening her mouth and moaning lustfully into it as her tongue began to dance with his passionately.

Kissing him deeply, Alex continued to piston his raging hard on into her pussy, bringing soft grunts and groans from the hot girlfriend.

"Mmmm baby you're so fucking good!" Michelle moaned into her boyfriend's mouth as she broke the kiss and pushed herself back up so that she was once more sitting on his hard cock.

As Michelle once more began to bounce up and down on her boyfriend's hard cock, she watched as his hands reached up to cup her large tits. Squeezing roughly, Michelle moaned as she continued stuffing her pussy full of his shaft, relishing the feel of his hand mauling harshly at her large tits over her low cut dress while she drove his cock repeatedly into her hot, tight pussy.

Letting him squeeze and squash her big tits against his large, strong hands for a little while as she continued to ride him, Michelle soon took hold of Alex's hands and held onto them as she once more began riding him hard.

The bed began to squeak lewdly, and the metal headboard began to slam against the wall, marking the growing intensity of their hot fucking. Neither of the two fucking cared that the door was open, or the man sleeping down the hall in the spare room might be woken up by the hot, illicit sound of the large, double bed squeaking and hitting the wall as the stunning 24-year-old girlfriend rode the dick she thought belonged to her boyfriend.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, Michelle slammed herself on the large dick buried inside of her, until she let go of Alex's hands and sat straight, reaching for the buttons at the front of her dress that held it closed.

"Fuck...I'm going to cum soon..." Michelle said breathlessly as she seductively began to unbutton the first three buttons on the dress.

Jamie could not see what she was doing of course, though he could guess and wish he could see as Michelle slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress.

To Michelle, while her large rack was not fully exposed by the buttons she'd opened, her black, lacy bra underneath was exposed just enough to appear seductively and show most of the large tits it contained. As she continued to bounce up and down the solid cock buried within her, Michelle knew her large tits now bounced and jiggled lustfully in time to her slamming onto the hot cock beneath her. Barely showing the bottom of the bra, the sight of her teasing Alex with her half concealed half-naked tits as she rode his hard dick would drive her boyfriend over the edge just as she was cumming too. She loved it when they came together and she knew that he loved seeing her tits as they bounced while they fucked.

Staring seductively towards the shape below her as she continued to fuck herself on his hard dick, Michelle smiled lustfully as she spoke words that would change the rest of the night, and the rest of her life...



"I want you to watch me as I fuck you baby..." Michelle began to speak in a breathless, lust-filled voice as she continued riding Jamie's dick hard and fast. "...Turn the light on so I can watch you as we come together."

If Jamie's heart had not already been pounding from the fact that his friend's knockout girlfriend was riding his dick like a lust-possessed woman, it would have at those words.

The feel of his unprotected dick buried deep within Michelle's hot, tight pussy as it clung and squeezed his raging hard shaft, was unbelievably good. Jamie had never felt so fucking good and had never had such a good fuck as Michelle was; Alex was one lucky fuck to have her as his girlfriend.

However, what was he to do now? How could he turn the light on and let her see that she was really fucking her boyfriend's friend? But then, there was no chance in hell that he was going to stop fucking her if he could help it! There had to be a way.

The thought that he could have said that he wanted to screw her in the dark never even occurred to Jamie, firstly he wanted to see her tits naked, and bouncing as he gave it to her hard, not to mention better than Alex ever had by the sounds of what she had said so far. Perhaps if he had the rest of the night would have unfolded much differently, however Jamie simply said the first thing that came into his mind.

"Lean your head back...and let me watch you fuck yourself on me." He grunted between clenched teeth, half because Michelle was fucking herself so good and her pussy was squeezing his big dick like a vice as she slammed herself up and down its long, thick length hard and fast. The other half was because he didn't want his friend's girlfriend to recognise his voice.

Why he said what he did, Jamie would never know, but then it was hard to think straight with your friend's knockout girlfriend riding your raging hard cock in the bed she shared with her boyfriend.

Michelle simply purred excitedly at him, running her nails down his t-shirt-covered chest, before she shook her head to flick her hair over her shoulder, placed her hands behind herself on his legs, and leaned her head back, letting her long, wavy, dark-brown hair hang freely.

Jamie groaned as she leaned back as his friend's hot girl never once missed a stroke of riding his dick.

His eyes intent on what he was about to see, Jamie reached his arm to the side, fumbling for the lamp until he suddenly heard a 'click' and the whole room lit up, and a sight he would never forget came into view...



Meanwhile, Alex slept silently in the spare bedroom, out cold and not stirring as his girlfriend slammed herself all the way down his friend's huge cock, a cock that was a lot bigger and thicker than his own, and that before long was pleasing Michelle in ways she never thought existed.

While Alex slept, a little way down the hall, with the door wide open, his girlfriend moaned and groaned loudly as she bounced hard and fast up and down his friend's huge dick. Jamie's hand squeezed Michelle's big rack through her dress, the pair engaged in a passionate kiss, deep and hot, as they continued to fuck.

Unaware that her approaching orgasm, and the best fuck of her life, had been by the big dick of her boyfriend's friend, Michelle leaned back, arching her back and pushing her tits out lustfully, as Jamie reached to turn the light in the bedroom on.

As her boyfriend slept down the hall, Michelle was about to see who she was really fucking, and her life was about to change...



The moment the light came on, Jamie's eyes were filled with the beauty of his friend's girlfriend as she bounced up and down on his dick, repeatedly feeding its long, hard, thick length in and out of her tight, hot pussy, unprotected.

Her dress clung to her figure, accentuating her sexy curves, her smooth legs, her slim waist and her large tits perfectly. The top three buttons, now undone, showed a tantalising amount of her perfect 38D tits, which bounced and jiggled in their half-shown confines as Michelle fucked herself hard on his dick. The fact she was leaning back arched Michelle's back and pushed her luscious tits out further towards Jamie's eyes which stared at them lustfully.

Fuck this girl was perfect in everyway. She was hot, the best cocksucker and the hottest fuck ever!

Jamie couldn't believe that he was watching his friend's girlfriend ride up and down his dick, making her tits bounce in that hot dress, on the bed she shared with her boyfriend, while Alex was sleeping just down the hall and the door was open.

"Uhhmmmmm Ummmmmm Ohhh...." Michelle was groaning tightly as she rode up and down, revelling in the feel of Jamie's hot dick inside her.

Fuck, if she kept this up much longer he was going to shoot his load inside her. The thought of cumming inside his friend's girlfriend made his balls tighten and Jamie couldn't help but groan loudly.

Suddenly Michelle's breathing began to grow more erratic and her hips began to move more fitfully. She was about to cum, and so was he. Fuck this was hot.

All thoughts of what would happen after left his mind as his orgasm grew to bursting. Michelle began to moan loudly, and breathlessly, and Jamie felt his balls tightening. Reaching up to grab hold of Michelle's big tits, Jamie began to knead them roughly, feeling his fingers sinking into the soft, firm flesh of the large globes, he was almost there, then suddenly his friend's girlfriend pushed herself back up again and her eyes locked with his...



Michelle could feel the big dick slamming back into her repeatedly, her large tits jiggling in her boyfriend's big, strong hands. Her pussy was on fire like never before and she could feel her orgasm ready to explode, and she knew that it was going to be her biggest ever.

Loving the feel of Alex's hands roughly kneading her large tits and his enormous cock buried within her, Michelle wanted to watch him as they came together. She could feel his movements growing more erratic, matching her own, and knew they would both cum soon.

Forcing some strength into her arms, Michelle pushed herself forward, burying the big dick beneath her into her pussy completely, pressing her large tits into the strong hands that mauled them, ready to watch her boyfriend as he came inside her, when her eyes fell on the face of his friend, Jamie, staring up at her from beneath her.

The world seemed to freeze, as did Michelle's movements. Sitting straight and impaled on his raging hard dick fully, her tits pressed hard into his hands, Michelle simply stared frozen in shock at Jamie, as he stared back at her in the same way.

How could Jamie be here? Where was Alex? Suddenly the situation dawned on her. She had been fucking Jamie! Jamie's dick was buried inside her! His big hands were holding and squeezing her large, half-uncovered tits! She had sucked her boyfriend's friend's dick and had been fucking him for the last half an hour at least!

The huge dick within her still remained rigidly solid and buried deep as Michelle stared into Jamie's eyes. No wonder the cock inside her felt so huge and thick. Fuck! She had been fucking her boyfriend's friend and she had been loving it! It had been the best sex she had ever had, even better than with Alex! And Jamie's dick was enormous!

All of these thoughts raced through Michelle's mind in the few moments she sat frozen, impaled.

"Fuck Jamie...what have we done!?" Michelle finally exclaimed in disbelief, her tits still held firmly in Jamie's hands and her pussy still stuffed full of his cock.

"It...It was a mistake 'Chelle." Her boyfriend's friend stuttered, however he didn't make a move to release her tits or make her get off him, although neither did she, but she was still in shock.

"Oh shit! What the fuck am I going to do?" Michelle asked herself as she ran her hands through her hair, thinking as best as she could. Fuck! She had fucked Jamie in her and Alex's bed! What the fuck was her boyfriend going to say!

Sitting there racking her brain hard, Michelle was oblivious to the fact that Jamie still held her large tits in his hands and was gently squeezing them with his fingers, that she was still straddling him on her and Alex's bed impaled completely on his huge dick, that the door was open and the light was on.

"Where's Alex?" Was all she could ask as she once again looked to Jamie beneath her, still not moving his hands or cock from her body.

"He fell asleep in the spare room and said I should sleep in here, that you'd notice I was here and go to him." Jamie answered, seeming a little more composed now. Still she was unaware of his hands squeezing her half-exposed tits gently.

They had gone to sleep in the wrong rooms! She had been too horny to check when she had got in, all she had needed was a hard dick after seeing that stripper's large cock. It had been so big, much bigger than her boyfriend's... The thought trailed off as it reminded her that she was stuffed full of a dick that dwarfed the strippers cock easily. The thought gave her a flutter in her stomach. She had not cum yet, and oh she needed to after tonight, and she was impaled with such a big fucking hot cock...




Mistaken Identity



I knew I was early when I parked in her driveway but I only had two options. I could either wait in her house until she was ready or I could drive around waiting until she called telling me she was ready. At least I could watch television in her house. After parking near the entrance to her massage therapy shop, I went up and knocked on the front door. When I didn't get a response after knocking the second time, I opened the door slightly and called for Julie. I called a second time and still didn't hear any response so I went inside and called again. Finally, I heard water running in the bathroom that adjoined the family room. Going over to the closed door, I knocked lightly and announced that I would be waiting in the family room. Being a prick tease or a willing pussy, I didn't know which, Julie invited me to take a bath with her or to at least wash her back. I simply ignored her, went into the family room and sat down on the couch to watch television and wait. I waited so long I got sleepy and lay down on the couch to rest while she finished getting ready.

Much to my surprise it wasn't long before Torrie came in to where I was. Without saying a word she placed one knee on either side of me and sat down on my hips. I didn't bother to open my eyes and just as I started to speak she put her finger to my lips and hoarsely said, "Shhh. Don't open your eyes and don't speak." 

I could smell her freshly bathed body as she began unbuttoning my shirt. With my shirt unbuttoned, she pushed it aside and started to tease my nipples with her warm mouth while at the same time beginning an erotic dance with her hips against my hips. I could feel her cool, wet hair teasingly brush against me as she kissed my cheeks, neck, shoulders and chest. After a few moments, I detected the feel of her nipples brushing against me. I reached up and realized she had her terrycloth bathrobe on. The robe hung open completely exposing her breasts to my touch. 'Don't!' she whispered as she sat up and pushed my hands away. After she released my belt, Torrie unfastened the waist of my pants and lowered the zipper. Leaning forward over my body, she continued pressing her hips against my growing erection. Finally, she reached between us and allowed my to erection escape from my boxers and pants. At that point I don't know which was hotter to the touch, her pussy or my dick. Torrie held my dick tightly between her spread pussy lips and began rubbing her clit. In a matter of moments I was about to cum and I could feel her tense with an orgasm. 'Put it in!' I said as I felt her orgasm subside. Obediently she sat upright and guided the head of my dick to her waiting opening. Just as I felt the head begin to disappear into her pussy it happened.

"Julie, I'm here." a voice called out.

Julie? What's Julie doing here while Torrie and I have sex? Opening my eyes, I had the answer to that and all the other questions that immediately raced through my mind. I had apparently been asleep when Julie came into the room and in my sleepy state assumed I was at home and she was Torrie. Now I realized it had been Julie who was teasing me, not Torrie. It was Julie sitting on me. It was Julie's wetness covering the head of my dick. It was Julie's pussy that was about to engulf my dick so she could fuck me. It was Jimmy standing just a few feet away in the doorway of her massage shop calling her name.

"Oh fuck! What are we going to do now?" Julie asked as she collapsed on my chest. I know I should have been thinking about the consequences of our affair being discovered but all I could think about was the feeling of my dick sliding deep into Julie's pussy as she lay down on my chest. Lying there partially dressed, with my dick buried in Julie's pussy, we had to think fast and do whatever was necessary to hide our indiscretion from Jimmy.

"You've got to answer him." I whispered. 

"Julie, I know I'm early so I'll just wait in here." Jimmy called out.

"What do I say?" Julie asked quietly.

"Tell him you just got out of the bathtub and will be in there as soon as you dress." I instructed her.

"Jimmy, I just got out of the tub and have to dress. Go ahead and undress, get on the table, cover up with a sheet and I'll be right there. Okay?" Julie called out.

"That's fine. I don't mind waiting. Is Steve here?" he asked.

"What do I say?" Julie whispered to me.

"Tell him no." I whispered as Julie began to get up off of me.

"No. Why would you think Steve is here?" Julie asked.

"I thought that was his Jeep in your driveway." Jimmy responded.

Julie mouthed the words, "Now what?"

"Tell him it is my Jeep and that Allen was working on it last night." I said.

"It is Steve's Jeep but it wasn't running right and Allen did some work on it last night. Torrie is going bring him out this afternoon to pick it up. I'm going to be in the back for a few minutes so I won't be able to hear you, Jimmy." Julie responded with a relieved look on her face.

"Did I do good?" she quietly asked me as she sat up straight and began moving up and down on my dick. I guess the excitement of almost getting caught and Jimmy less than ten feet away was more than I could stand. I immediately began to cum in Julie pussy. Julie slowly moved off of my dick and straightened her robe so Jimmy couldn't see her naked body as she walked down the hall to her bedroom.

With a mischievous smile she leaned down and licked the head of my semi-erect dick. "Tastes like me!" she whispered as she turned to go to her room and dress.

I didn't move. I simply lay there, with my shirt and pants open and my dick sticking out, hoping Jimmy would not decide to walk through the house for some reason. In less than 3 minutes, Julie came back down the hall dressed in a loose gray warm-up suit. I was almost certain she hadn't put any underwear on by the way her nipples poked at the material and because there were no panty lines showing. 

"I'll be there in just a minute Jimmy. I just have to get something to drink." Julie called to him as she walked into where I lay on the couch. 

Kneeling down next to me, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want to lick our juices off your dick before I go in where Jimmy is."

"Have you lost your mind. If you don't get in there he might just come looking for you. Won't we be in a mess if he saw me lying here with my shirt and pants open and my dick sticking out? Now go before we get caught!" I insisted.

"In just a minute." Julie whispered as she reached for my semi-erect dick that jumped to full attention as soon as she wrapped her fingers around it. 

"See you want it. You want my lips around the head of your beautiful cock. You can't wait for me to suck you deep into my mouth and for your cum to shoot down my throat." she continued whispering. At that particular moment it did sound enticing but the knowledge of Jimmy being so close outweighed the temptation.

"Get rid of him first." I said reassuring her that I would still be there when Jimmy was gone.

Reluctantly, Julie moved her hand from my dick, got up and went into the other room. As soon as I could hear their voices, I got up and softly walked into the kitchen where I found one of Julie's dishtowels lying on the counter. Silently I cleaned my dick with the dishtowel before buttoning my shirt, refastening my pants and sitting down at the kitchen table.

I don't know if it was a record or not but it only took Julie 12 minutes to give Jimmy his 'full service' massage that I could only guess included 'jacking him off.' Just as I heard his car start, I heard Julie close and lock the shop door. Within seconds she appeared at the family room door with her pants in her hand confirming what I had suspected earlier. She didn't have any underwear on.

"What are you doing? You said you would be right here when he left." Julie asked pointing toward the couch.

"I am here. All I did was clean my dick, fix my clothes and sit down." I replied.

"So get your ass on the couch and let me take your clothes completely off." Julie said as she pulled her shirt over her head and walked over to where I was sitting. Julie sat down straddling my right leg, leaving my pants leg suddenly wet.

"Don't you want some of these?" Julie asked as she pressed her breasts toward my mouth. It took all of my willpower to resist welcoming her naked body but I knew I had to.

"Let's go get lunch. It is lunchtime and Allen does come home for lunch once in a while. I wouldn't want him to walk in and catch us fucking or sucking. He would be much harder to deal with than Jimmy was. Now go put some clothes on and let's get something to eat in St. Pete. Anyway you're going to need all the energy you can find after we get back from eating." I said in a promising way. I was willing to say anything to get her dressed and out of the house at that moment.

"You're right. Allen did say something about not having money to eat out today and that he might come home. If he comes home, he'll be here in 10 minutes. Let's go eat and hurry back before George gets home from school." Julie agreed. Leaning forward she began rocking on my thigh as she kissed me deeply. In a matter of moments Julie had caused herself to have an orgasm. Without saying a word, she stood up and walked naked down the hall to her room. 

It only took a few minutes to get to the restaurant. The service was slow and Julie quickly became impatient with the waitress. Our food finally arrived and we began to eat. Julie hurriedly ate and sat there waiting for me to finish. I ate slower than usual because I wasn't in a hurry to get back to her house. Finally I finished and we drove back. Just as soon as we were in the door, Julie turned to face me and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. As we stood there kissing passionately, Julie pushed down the jeans she had put on and began unbuttoning my shirt. We must have been a sight as she worked to take her shoes and jeans off while taking my shirt off at the same time. In a matter of moments she was naked from the waist down and I was naked from the waist up. Without even moving away from the front door, Julie went straight for my belt and pants. Quicker that she had her jeans off, my pants were around my ankles and she released my dick from my boxers.

I found my resistance getting weaker and weaker as Julie stroked me to a full erection. Suddenly I felt her step closer and guide my dick into the wetness between her thighs. With us still standing in front of the door for anyone driving by to see Julie began working her hips so that my dick rubbed directly against her hard clit. It didn't take long for her to flood cum all over my dick. When her orgasm subsided, she stopped kissing me and said, "Let's go find a bed. I need you to fuck me again!" With that said, Julie stepped back, releasing my dick from between her thighs. Taking my erection in her hand, she began leading me toward her bedroom. At that moment the passion became too great and I began to cum on Julie's hand and living room floor. Since I had already cum earlier, I was surprised to cum so quickly and so much. 

Just then we heard a noise and looked out the door. It was the school bus bringing George home.

"Fuck! I forgot this was an early release day so George is home an hour early. I guess we do need a break. It is hot in here. Would you like a glass of iced tea?" Julie asked as she licked my cum off her fingers one by one. Picking up her jeans she walked toward the kitchen leaving me there with my pants down and my shirt off. I don't think I ever dressed so fast. By the time George walked up the driveway to the door, I was completely dressed, had grabbed a wash cloth from the nearby bathroom and was on my knees wiping cum off the floor.

"What are you doing Mr. James?" George asked as he walked in and saw me.

"Just cleaning up something your Mother caused me to spill. Your Mother is in the kitchen fixing us a glass of iced tea." I replied trying to change the subject.

Just then Julie appeared with the iced tea and we went out on the front porch to drink it. When she reached over and touched my hand I could feel the stickiness of cum. I hadn't had time to think about it until we sat down but all of a sudden I was embarrassed beyond belief. Julie must have sensed my embarrassment because when I started to say something, she interrupted. Smiling she softly said, "Shhh. Don't say a word. Today will not be the only time we do this. Why don't you tell Torrie we didn't finish putting up my wallpaper today and we need to work a couple of hours this evening? Then I can make an excuse with Allen to go to the grocery store. We can meet in town, take one car back to that clay pit behind your house and talk about the first thing that comes up."

After thinking for a moment, I agreed to meet her at 6:30. Giving her the empty glass, I looked to see if George was around before kissing Julie lightly on the lips. 

Although the day had been very exciting, I had a multitude of guilty feelings wash over me as I drove home. Getting home before Torrie, I had just finished washing my face and brushing my teeth when she arrived.

"Do you want to go with me out to Julie's so I can pick up my order?" Torrie asked.

After a moment, I agreed to ride with her. After we arrived, while Julie and Torrie talked I sat on the same couch Julie and I had fucked on earlier and tried to read the newspaper.

Soon they finished their business and came in where I was. "Julie says you and she need to work for a couple of hours this evening so she is going to feed you and bring you home later on her way to the grocery store after you finish. I've got to go so if you'll put my box in the car I'll see you both later."

As soon as I got Torrie's box in her car, I went back in the house. I didn't see Julie but I heard her call out, "I'm just changing clothes. Be out in a minute." Not knowing where George was, I didn't want to take a chance on going down the hall to Julie's bedroom so I stood just inside the front door waiting. It wasn't long before Julie came down the hall buttoning her raincoat. Even though it had started raining lightly, I didn't understand why she had her coat on since her car was parked in the garage. Maybe she thought she would need it at the grocery store.

Stepping close to me, she whispered, "Let's go to the clay pit. I'll feed you like I promised Torrie and you can let me eat you while we're out there." With that said and Torrie out of sight, we got in Julie's car and headed to the clay pit.

Of course that's another story...



Mistaken Identity



Faith was tired. She'd been away from home all week, demonstrating a new laboratory analyzer to potential clients and was finally headed home, the big crate secured in the back of her SUV. To treat herself, Faith had made a one night reservation at Canyon Hot Springs, a nice campground along the Transcanada highway, about three hours from her home. They had small log cabins and larger ones for families. However, it was the hot pool that Faith was most looking forward to.

She got to the office just after 3:30 pm and after filling out the paperwork, was given the key to her little cabin. Her cabin was in a secluded area with one other cabin and nobody else was there when she made her way to the one that was hers for the night. Once she'd taken her suitcase in, Faith changed into her bathing suit and grabbing a change of clothes and toiletries for later, headed towards the pool.

There were two pools: one hot, at around 104 F and the other, a cooler one at around 80 F. Faith relaxed in the hot pool for about 15 minutes and then went to the cooler pool and swan around. It was so nice that there were very few people there on this Friday night. Normally, Faith would have talked to others but on this day, she felt the need for some quiet time alone so she kept to herself, looking at the mountains around instead of at the people. She altered between swimming in the cool pool and relaxing in the hot one.

After a few hours, Faith felt the beginning of hunger creep up within her so she left the pool and headed for the change rooms where she showered before getting dressed. Then, she stopped by the small cafe and had a quick dinner. Fully intending to read and turn in early, she made her way back to her cabin on foot, using a different path she'd taken to get to the pools. 

When she got near the cabins, she saw someone looking into her vehicle. Was it a thief trying to see if there was anything valuable? While that analyzer was pricey, it certainly wasn't a gold find for thieves. Yet Faith hesitated. What if she surprised them and they got angry and hurt her? 

The fight or flight decision was taken out of her hands when a second person came out from the other side of her SUV and saw her. He asked "Is this yours?" Somehow, his face didn't look like that of a thief or a "bad guy". This guy looked so honest that Faith felt compelled to answer honestly so she nodded. What happened next surprised her, shocked her really. Both men drew weapons and yelled at her to put her hands up! They called out that they were police yet neither of them was in uniform and if this new vehicle parked nearby was theirs, it sure wasn't a police car!

They yelled again for her to put her hands up and the tone was clear: she had to comply. 

"Police! Keep your hands up and lean up against that blue car. Now!"

"What's going on? You sure don't look like officers!" Faith refused to move.

"We're off duty. Now do as your told. Put your hands up against the roof of the car and do NOT turn around."

While Faith proceeded to the car and put her hands on the roof, she asked "What's going on? What are you suspecting me of?"

"You don't get to ask questions! You get to answer ours."

"Well, show me your badges then. And I have the right to know what you're accusing me of!"

They pulled out their badges and flashed them. 

"That's way too fast and too far. Come on now.... there's two of you with guns and just one of me. I am not going to harm you! Just come closer, show me your badges long enough that I can read them and I'll answer all your questions! There is no need for all this macho show of force!"

One of them got close enough and put his hand on her back, pushing her against the car while the other kept his gun trained on her, getting closer also. They showed her their badges, still not close enough for her to read them, and then asked "Is that a bomb in your vehicle?"

Faith whipped around in shock "a bomb?"

The officer closer to her grabbed her and pushed her back against the car, pinning her there with his body. He then tensely said "You do NOT move, you do NOT turn around, you answer the questions calmly and slowly and nobody's going to get hurt, understood?"

Faith nodded, suddenly afraid that their own fear would cause them to shoot her before she could explain.

"Guys, please relax. It's not a bomb, I swear. If you just give me a chance to explain, I will."

The officer holding the gun said "Maybe you should make sure she's not packing a remote on her or something."

And the officer holding her against the car told her "Spread your legs and do NOT move."

"Knock yourself out. I don't have a remote or any weapon, I swear. In my right pocket are some keys and in the left is my angel. That's it."

The man took his time feeling her arms and torso and legs. He pulled out her car keys and the cabin key from her right pocket.

"What did you say this was?" he asked as he felt a lump in her left pocket.

"It's an angel in an acrylic oval. It's my dad. Have a look but please don't lose it, it's very precious to me."

He reached in, looked at the angel and then slid it back in, almost tenderly.

"She's clean."

The other lowered his weapon and Faith, thinking it was a sign that she could straighten up, let go of the car and took one step back. She was pushed back quickly. "We didn't say you could move. You have a lot of questions to answer."

"Well, go ahead and ask!"

"What's in your car?"

"The big crate is a laboratory instrument. It's a mini x-ray. Not for taking pictures of bones, but for chemical analysis. The blue plastic box is a car emergency kit with first aid kits, flares, spare wipers, tools and such. The bag has my work laptop and work documents. There is also a multi-head screwdriver in there that I could use to open up the crate if you want to see the anlyzer. Do you want to see it?"

"So it's not a bomb but it's radioactive?"

"No, it's not."

"But you said it was an x-ray."

"Yes but the x-rays aren't produced by a radioactive source, they are produced by a tube. And without power, the tube is off and no x-rays are generated. Trust me, it's very safe. Otherwise, I would not have it in my car!"

"How come it's not identified on the outside as having x-rays in there?"

"Because it can't generate any x-rays while in the box, unplugged, so it's not a requirement. The machine itself has two warning lights that would come on as the tube would power up."

"I think she's telling the truth, dad." The one behind her said.

Faith thought "They're father and son?" 

"Well I want to make damn sure she's not packing so switch places with me." The son went to where his dad had been standing and drew his gun and pointed it at her. Meanwhile, the dad went behind her and proceeded to pat her down. Only this time, it felt more like being felt up than being searched. He actually started at the bottom and made sure he thoroughly felt each and every pocket, including the back ones on her jeans. He slowly felt her back and Faith was anticipating what it would be like when he'd feel her front that slowly. As he moved to feel her stomach and move up, Faith felt his body really closer to hers. When he cupped her breasts, feeling the underwire of her bra, she inhaled sharply. Then he asked "What do we have here?"

Faith, thinking he meant her bra said "It's the underwire in my bra."

"No, not that, this here..." he said as his fingers brushed against her stiffening nipples. He didn't give her a chance to answer and said "I think we need to take this search inside."

Then, he stepped back and told her "put your hands on your head and walk towards our cabin.

They all made their way to the cabin and the son, having put his gun away, unlocked and opened the door. Once in there, they told her to lean against some bunk beds on one side of the cabin. Then, the father said "Let's see if it was just the cold or if there's more."

They each took a side and again, felt her stiff nipples through her shirt and bra. Then, one of them undid her jeans and reached in. He felt all the way down and dipped his finger into her pussy. It was the father, Faith concluded when he spoke.

"Just as I thought, she's wet!"

And then, to her, he said "You willing to play with us for a while? I promise we won't hurt you."

Faith nodded. Then, she was turned around. For the first time, she got a good look at them. There was no mistaking they were father and son now that she could see them. The father was about mid-fifties and the son, maybe late twenties. Both had deep blue eyes and full heads of hair, although the father had his salt and pepper and the son's was dark brown.

Then, the son asked "You by yourself?"

Faith nodded.

"Show me your hands"

Faith showed them both her hands, first palms down, then palms up.

"Holy shit, these are weapons! Are they for real?"

Knowing he meant her nails, Faith said "Yes, they are but don't worry, I wouldn't use them as weapons unless I was scared for my life."

"You're not wearing a ring either. You single?"

"Divorced."

"Good. Now how about you start by getting down on your knees?"

Faith did as she was told as both men lowered their shorts and took out their hardening cocks. Faith reached towards the dad's cock and stroked it before she pulled it into her mouth. She gave it a few strokes and then turned her head and did the same to the son's cock. Both were nicely endowed, the son slightly bigger than the dad. She alternated between the two cocks, licking, sucking and gently nibbling on them. 

Then, the son said "Focus on him, make him come."

Faith did as she was told and focused on the older man's cock, using her tongue and hands to pleasure him. He wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her and pushed her on his cock, setting the pace. Faith gently used her nails to tease his sack and then caressed his balls. She gently squeezed them and then released. Soon, she felt him tense up and he said "Get ready for it!" and then he shot his load down her throat.

Faith then turned to the son and focused on him, treating him to the same caresses, quickly taking him to a groaning finish. The father then told her to stand up and proceeded to undress her. After he took her blouse off, the son got her bra off and quickly reached for her breasts, kneading them and teasing the nipples with his thumbs. 

The dad took off her jeans and thong and then told her to hang on to the top bunk's safety barrier. She followed instructions and soon, had both father and son on each side of her, taking her nipples into their mouths. They feasted on her breasts, licking and sucking and gently biting her nipples. Then, she felt one of them reach between her legs and start caressing her there. The other's hand joined the first hand there and soon, there was one pair of fingers inside her pussy, finger-fucking her while the other worked on her clit. They had her moaning and pushing her pussy against their hands, wanting more. 

Soon, they had Faith close to coming and she panted and moaned as they pushed her further and further. Then, she came, hard. They slowed their movements and allowed her to ride the waves of her orgasm.

Then, the son said "why don't you get dad back up."

Faith started caressing the father and stroking his cock. Soon, he was standing at attention. The son said "Dad, get on the large bed."

His dad sat on the side of the bed and laid down. Then, the son said "You, get on top of him, reverse cowgirl style."

Faith followed orders and impaled herself onto the father's hard cock. She moved up and down a few times and soon felt the dad's hands on her breasts, caressing them.

Meanwhile, the son got on his knees between their legs and attached Faith's clit from the front. And what an attack it was. No slow licks and gentle sucking. He meant business pulling her clit between his lips and teasing it intensely with his tongue. She stilled as she felt the first waves of pleasure approaching. The dad gently rocked his hips to cause some friction without disrupting the process. The son focused even more and pushed her over the edge. As Faith groaned her climax, she ground her pelvis on the dad's lap and held the son's face tightly against her pussy. 

When she was done, the son said "Dad, get behind her doggy style. I want her to suck on my cock again." They switched position and Faith enjoyed being penetrated again even though the interruption had only been a few moments. As the dad worked his cock in and out of her pussy, she wrapped her lips around an even bigger cock. 

"Mmmmm" she moaned on his cock.

With one hand, she gently caressed his balls while she continued to lick and suck his cock. Soon, she felt him tense and he grabbed her hair, not allowing her to pull back and shot his load down her throat. He held her against him until she'd licked him clean. Then, he pulled off the bed and said "Want to take her any other way dad?"

The dad pulled out of her pussy and turned her around. He then lay on top of her and said "I'm an old-fashioned guy, I like the missionary position for the finale. Just don't use those nails on me, okay?"

Faith smiled and replied "don't worry, I won't leave any marks." And she gently ran her nails on his back, not scratching but rather teasing his skin. He kissed her lips and rocked his hips between hers. Soon, it was his turn to groan as he shot his load inside her. When he was done, he laid beside her, face to face, and she felt the son behind her. To her surprise, he was ready to go again and he pushed his thick cock between her legs to reach her pussy. 

"Just a little further" Faith encouraged him. His cock slipped in and he pushed up slowly, not wanting to hurt her with his bigger size. He fucked her slowly and the dad focused on teasing her nipples. They gently moved like that for several minutes. Then, the son said "I need to take you a little more roughly, think you can handle that?"

Faith nodded and he grabbed her hip and started really pounding her. Meanwhile, the dad stopped using his lips and focused on using his fingers to tease her nipples, each in turn. The son reached around her hip and his fingers found her clit and he rubbed it while he fucked her hard. Faith came just before he did and both groaned as they slowed down. They fell asleep like that, with Faith sandwiched between the two cops, father and son. 

Halfway through the night, Faith was awakened by the son who was ready for another round. He reached between her legs and caressed her while he kissed her neck and breasts. Once he was satisfied that she was ready for him, he got on top of her and slowly pushed into her. For the first time, he kissed her on the lips and as they explored each other's mouths, he continued to slowly fuck her. Then he said "I really want to fuck you from behind." 

They switched positions and he grabbed her hips as he pushed in. As they moaned, they woke up the father. Soon getting an erection of his own, he turned his body to push his hard cock towards her mouth. Faith obliged, taking him in and giving him her almost full attention. Once again, she was pleasuring the two men at the same time and loving every moment of it. Soon, all three of them came and collapsed together on the bed. 

In the morning, they had another round. It seemed that all three of them knew this was not something that would happen again. After they said their goodbyes, Faith returned to her unused cabin and washed up. Then, she loaded up her SUV and left.

Even though she'd enjoyed her night, Faith made sure she put a blanket over any crate she carried after that, never wanting anyone to worry about what she was carrying.



Mistaken Identity



He let himself into her flat and looked around.

Everything was quiet. Moving around he started his preparations. Bed set up with pillows just so. Binding straps fastened to the four corners of the bed, so he could just slip them onto her and pull tight.

Into the kitchen to see what food and drink was available. He intended to make a night of this.

Now to settle down and wait.

Time passed and soon he heard the key in the door. Moving behind it he waited. She stepped in and, as she came past the door, he moved.

Blindfold bag over her head and pulled tight, followed by the larger bondage bag that, once tightened, effectively constricted her movements.

Kicking the door to close it, he tossed the girl over his shoulder and down to the bedroom. Her legs were flailing back and forth but she had no leverage. The advantage was all his.

Into the bedroom and dump her on the bed. Grab the first strap, slip it over her ankle and pull tight. Now the second strap on the other ankle, pull tight and now use the leverage he had gained to make sure her legs were well spread before finally fastening the second strap.

She was sitting up and struggling, but the bondage bag effectively hampered her movements. He could here muffled sounds emanating from the bag, and laughed. The blindfold bag was thick and soft and would effectively act as a gag as well as a blindfold.

Pushing her so that she was lying back and then lifting one side of the bondage bag so he could catch a wrist. The third strap slipped on and pulled up, leaving one to go.

He was able to dispense with the bondage bag completely now. Loosening it and removing it and, deftly capturing her other arm, he slipped on the fourth strap, pulling it tight.

He stood back and admired his work. She was spreadeagled on the bed, unable to move or see. He gave a gentle squeeze to one of her breasts to remind her of why he was there.

Clothes. He stopped to consider them. He hadn't been sure of how he wanted to remove them. Obviously his choices were to either undress her properly, or cut her clothes off. If she was wearing good things he'd have felt honour bound to remove them intact, which would probably be difficult with her struggling. Especially the way she was bouncing on the bed right now, testing the various straps.

OK, he decided. Those things are well worn. She won't really miss them. He reached for his scissors and started cutting.

Feeling the cold metal, she froze. Was that a knife? He was cutting her clothes and if she struggled he might slip and cut her. Frightened she lay still while her clothes were removed.

He smiled as he contemplated his naked prize. She was a fine looking young woman, helpless and his. He swiftly stripped off his own clothes before sitting next to her on the bed.

Now he was able to touch her where-ever he pleased. Placing his hand on her stomach he started moving it in small circles, slowly increasing the size of the circles, so soon his hand was just brushing the under curve of her breasts and gliding across the top of her pubic mound. He was pleased to note that she had shaved. She must have been expecting him.

He decided to spend some time tantalising her mound. His hands drifted down and around it, ignoring her twisting and attempts to throw his hands off. He continued down between her thighs, caressing the soft flesh there, travelling back up and around her mound, his fingers barely touching the skin.

Despite herself, he could see her lips flushing and swelling. Even without being touched directly, her pussy was reacting with anticipation. Smiling, he let his hand trail in a direct line along her mound, fingernails rasping lightly along her labia, and teasing the length of her slit.

Again she was bucking, and yelling or screaming so loudly he could actually hear her through the blindfold bag. Such language, he thought, shaking his head.

Happy with the way things were going he bent and gently licked along her pussy. From the jolt, if she hadn't been tied down she'd have jumped clean off the bed. Bending down he repeated the sweet torment, while at the same time reaching up and caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples into excited life.

He was slipping his tongue inside her now, feeling her wetness and warmth. Flicking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he felt her arch upward and could hear her scream in surprise. A few more flicks, moving deeper and he could feel her shuddering at the ecstatic torment.

He started planting little kisses, starting with her mound and moving slowly up, intending to finish with kissing the small tattoo just above and between her breasts.

He paused at that point, and sat back contemplating. Why him? Why did this sort of thing have to happen to him?

The little tattoo was missing. Gone. Vanished, as though it had never been.

The obvious conclusion was that it had never been.

Sighing, he reached up and removed the blindfold.

"You bastard," she screamed. "You creep. How dare you. I'm going to kill you for this." As it seemed that this was just the start of what she had to say, he reached over and placed his hand over her mouth, starting down into her furious eyes.

"Hullo, Stella," he said. "What are you doing here and where the hell is Becky?"

Stella glared up at him, fighting hard to restrain her temper enough to answer him.

"Becky," she announced bitingly, "has been taken to the pub for some drinks by a group of the girls from her work. She rang me and asked me to drop some things off here for her."

She paused, and then continued, her voice like ice. "And please tell me, Paul, just what the fuck you think you're playing at?"

Paul rubbed his chin. "Sorry about this," he said. "You walked into a game play I had set up for Becky. It was to be part of my birthday present for her. You did know she likes a little bondage?"

"She has mentioned it, but I'm not Becky and you're an idiot. Now get me loose. And what am I supposed to wear? You cut up my clothes."

"A new outfit was going to be part of the deal," said Paul, ruefully. "Looks like I'll now have to spring for an outfit for you, too. Right now we have a different little problem."

"What problem, and let me loose, damn you," came the swift rejoinder.

"The problem is that you're tied up and your pussy is hot and wet, and I've got an erection that's sticking out a foot in front of me aching for some attention."

Stella paled and flashed a look towards Paul's groin, before frantically looking away.

Paul laughed. "I didn't mean a foot literally," he told her. "I'm not that large. The point I was making was that you're wet and I'm horny and the two things seem to go together."

Stella felt like panicking, but kept her voice soft and soothing. "Why don't you cut me loose, and then we can talk about your little problem," she suggested.

Paul reached over and cupped her pussy, letting a finger slide between her lips to explore. 

"Definitely warm and wet," he murmured. "I caused this, so it's only right that I should deal with it."

Paul climbed back onto the bed, moving between Stella's thighs. He looked at her horrified face. "You seem a bit dubious," he noted. "Would you like me to put the blindfold back on?"

"No," Stella yelled. "You get away from me. Save yourself for Becky. Just leave me alone. AND CUT ME LOOSE!"

Paul was again gently stroking Stella, ignoring her comments. He leaned over her, letting his cock rub against her. Pressing lightly against her he reached up and started caressing her breasts.

Stella was twisting, trying to squirm away from his touch, her voice getting higher and more frantic the closer Paul came to culminating their little misadventure.

Paul paused for a moment, frowning. "You're being too noisy," he told Stella firmly. "This will make it easier for both of us."

Reaching over he picked up the blindfold bag and, despite her protests and attempted evasions, he slipped it easily over her head, drawing it closed, having her yells recede to a muffled background.

Hands on her pussy, Paul edged her lips gently apart, positioning himself in the inviting pink cavern. Letting her lips close over him, Paul pushed himself forward, moving swiftly into Stella's inner recesses.

The background noise now included an infuriated scream, he noted idly, holding himself still for the moment as he felt Stella's frantic wriggles and squirming. Even though they were intended to try to dislodge him he knew that they would help adjust her body to him. Also, all that wriggling and squirming was doing wonderful things to him and, he strongly suspected, to her as well.

Indeed to her as well. Paul could feel Stella's capitulation when her writhing slowly changed to a steady push, as she started to ride his cock. Moving to meet her, he bounced happily, driving himself as deep as possible. Now Stella was arching her back, bottom lifting up off the mattress in her eagerness to meet the cock that had mastered her. Together they hammered out a duet of mastery and submission, both of them delighting in the parts they were playing.

All good things must end and soon Paul was climaxing, striving to delay that last moment as he waited for Stella to also reach her heights, gasping with relief and thundering home when he felt her finally convulse beneath him.

Paul relaxed, lying next to Stella, leaving her bound and blindfolded. A man needed a bit of peace and quiet at a time like this, and he suspected he wouldn't get any once he let her loose.

It appeared he wasn't going to get any even with Stella effectively gagged and bound. There was a scream of fury from the doorway, and Paul jumped up in shock.

"Becky?" he cried. "You can't be. If you're Becky, then who is this," he said, indicating the blindfolded figure on the bed. "My god, Becky," he gasped. "What have I done?"



Mistaken Identity



The overhead speaker announced the arrival of the flight. Because of the post 9/11 security measures, Linda had to wait at the baggage claim area to meet her online buddy. She had been waiting for this day for three months now. Linda and Tom had met each other through the games they liked to play online. After pairing up in the game rooms several times by accident, they started to chat. Their chats became friendly, and before long, they were seeking each other out whenever they logged on. Because of the distance between them, and the constraints of both Tom and Linda being married, they had to keep a certain appearance of "innocence" to their friendship. Neither dared post a picture of themselves, so only a general description of themselves sufficed. As happens sometimes in online relationships, things sometimes get very spicy, and it was during one of these conversations that Linda and Tom decided to finally meet in real life. Linda was desperately unhappy in her relationship with her husband, having grown so far apart they barely acknowledged each other's presence anymore. Tom, likewise, was in a difficult marriage, which seemed to be headed for the courtroom. So it was no surprise when the subject of meeting came up, that they both were so eager for it to happen. With the arrangements made, Linda agreed to meet Tom at the airport, pick him up, and they would spend a weekend together getting to know each other. 

Linda waited nervously at the bottom of the escalator that would bring the passengers to the baggage area. "Would he like me...would he think I'm pretty enough?" These thoughts ran through Linda's mind over and over. "What if he doesn't come? What if I'm standing here like a fool, and he never had any intention of following through?" Linda practically had herself convinced he wasn't going to show, when all of a sudden she saw him. She just knew it was him. Linda flashed Tom her biggest, brightest smile when she caught his eye. It was returned with an equally broad smile, and a puzzled, yet very pleased expression in his eyes. 

Linda walked up to him and said, "Tom, I presume?"

He answered, "Uh, yes."

"Oh god, it's sooo good to finally meet you. Come, let's get your luggage and we'll get out of here as fast as we can," Linda instructed. She grabbed his hand and led him over to where the luggage would come out and turned to look at Tom again. He stood there staring at her. 

"Ohhhhh, he has the most beautiful eyes," Linda thought. "I never knew that eyes could be so dark." Linda's heart melted on the spot. She reached up boldly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him into a long and passionate kiss. Tom stood there soaking this up like a man in a desert who was just given a long drink of water. 

Shortly thereafter the luggage began to pour out onto the ramp and they were on their way. Linda was still too nervous to do a lot of talking, so she just concentrated on driving. Tom was being very quiet also, and she asked him if he was as nervous as she was. 

"Quite frankly," he said, "I'm just in awe of this whole situation. I never dreamed I would meet someone as beautiful and assertive as you. I'm just enjoying the view."

Linda blushed deeply at the compliment. At 42 years of age, she still considered herself to be above average in the looks department, but it still felt deliciously good to hear a gorgeous hunk of man telling her that. Linda smiled and tossed her silky red hair back out of her eyes. She was glad she decided to wear her hair loose that morning. Her glorious mane of long, flowing red hair was usually restrained back in a pony tail or bun of sorts. Her husband had not cared or noticed anything about her in many, many months. She stood 5 feet 4 inches, weighing 120 pounds, and was very proud of keeping her body in fine shape. Her red hair complimented her green eyes and light freckled complexion, but after the hair, it was her breasts that people usually noticed next. Linda had a very nice set of 36D breasts. On this occasion, Linda went all out and dressed in such as way that every line of view lead the eye to that V between her lapels. She noticed Tom looking that way frequently too.

Linda decided to start getting a little bolder, and reached over and took Tom's hand in hers. She pulled it over to her mouth and kissed it and gave it a squeeze. Then she looked over at him, grinned, and placed his hand on her leg. He wasted no time and seized the invitation to start exploring. He slid his hand under her skirt and pushed it up a little, exposing the tops of her thigh-high nylons. Tom was very pleasantly surprised and decided to see what other little treasures he could discover. Linda was getting so hot from just his touch, it felt like the skin of her thigh was burning. She spread her legs slightly farther apart, allowing him better access. Tom continued upward touching, tickling, and rubbing the skin between her thighs, teasing her, making her anticipate his next move. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, this guy knows how to turn on a woman," Linda thought to herself. "Just one touch and I've almost creamed my panties." Tom slid his hand up, touching everything but the one spot she desired most. He pushed aside her lacy thong panties and played with her silken pussy lips, her inner folds, everywhere but her love button. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter by the second, but he wanted to prolong this as long as he could. 

"Here we are," Linda announced, as they pulled into the entrance drive of the hotel. After putting the car in park, she turned to look at Tom. Her eyes were smouldering and he leaned over, pulling her to him by the back of her head, and took possession of her lips once again. His hand started exploring underneath her blouse and felt the beginning of a very hard nipple erection. 

"Hmmm, I think maybe we should check in, don't you?" he asked.

"Ahhh, yes. Exceedingly good idea," Linda stammered.

Linda found it difficult to walk steadily, and leaned into Tom for balance and support. It might have been that she was too nervous to eat that was making her light-headed, or more likely, her much neglected love life had been jump started with a vengence, and she was veering on an out-of-control course with this man. 

They checked in and almost ran to their room, touching, kissing, and groping all the way up in the elevator. Once inside the privacy of their room, Linda and Tom separated and stood there looking at each other. As if in silent agreement, Tom started undressing Linda. She stood there slightly trembling as he unbuttoned her satin blouse, one button at a time. Painstakingly slow, kissing leisurely circles around her face, neck, ears, and throat as he was doing it. Linda moaned deep in her throat, her belly and groin raging with desire. Tom slid the blouse from her shoulders and stood back to gaze at her, standing there in her green satin and lace bra and skirt. Next he moved forward and reached around to the button and zipper of her skirt, slowly sliding it down her legs. Linda stepped out of it and stood before Tom, dressed now only in her matching bra and thong panties, and her thigh-high nylons.

"Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous," Tom growled. He reached over and tweaked one of her nipples, making it stand out again. He turned Linda around, placing her long red hair over one shoulder, and started nuzzling her neck and shoulder again. His tongue ran patterns over the back of her shoulders, giving her goose bumps and making her shiver with delight. He then unfastened her bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders, and reached around to remove it from her breasts. He let the bra fall, and stood there with one breast in each hand, softly squeezing the rubbery nubs, making them hard. He massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples until Linda was moaning more and starting to breath heavily. Tom then moved his hands downward, kissing his way down until he was on his knees behind her, with his hands on her hips. He tugged the lacy material of her thongs and pulled them down, his tongue following in their track. He then turned Linda back around and drank in her full beauty. She stood there in all her splendor, her large, firm breasts ready to be sucked, and her beautiful shaved pussy, swollen in desire and anticipation. He stepped forward and took one nipple into his mouth, taking his time sucking and licking it. He then turned his attention to the other breast, licking, massaging, and sucking it, until both her nipples stood out proud and at attention. 

Tom then guided her over to the bed and pushed her gently, indicating she should sit at the edge. He then fell to his knees in front of her and pushed her legs apart. "I want to see you. All of you. Let me in." 

Linda groaned and spread her legs even further, her honey pot steaming and wet, waiting for this moment. Tom leaned down and buried his nose deep in her pussy. His tongue wasted no time, lapping and licking at her hot, wet pussy. "Oh god, you taste so sweet," he murmured. His tongue ran over and over, flicking her lips, probing her pussy, and then finally, sweet release as he tongued and sucked her clit. Linda could hardly stand it any more. Her pussy begged for release. She grabbed Tom by the hair and tried to get him to suck harder, lick faster, but he was having none of it. 

"Shhhh, my impatient one. Let me do this my way and I guarantee you will never forget it."

Linda calmed down as best she could, that is until Tom resumed his lapping and licking with his tongue. This was soon followed by him inserting a finger deep inside her wet, hot pussy. He licked and licked, and pumped his finger, then inserted a second and a third finger, pumping faster and harder now. He turned his hand over so his palm was upwards and his fingers found her hidden secret spot. As he licked furiously at her engorged clit, he finger fucked her, hitting her G spot on every down stroke. Linda gasped and arched her back fully as she fell backwards on the bed, moaning loudly, her whole body quivering as the release of a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body. 

Tom stood up then and removed his clothes, never taking his eyes off Linda. She lay there, looking so beautiful, so flushed, so in need of fucking, and he was the one who would be giving it to her. When he removed his briefs, Linda's eyes grew big and round. This was one bonus she had never had the courage to ask about, but knew now that she was in for a real treat. Tom had to be at least 9 inches long, with a very big head. She had never seen or experienced anything like that in her life, and was excited yet scared at the same time. Tom sensed her shock and uneasiness, and sought to assure her. 

"I know what I'm doing, princess. Just relax and enjoy the ride." Linda smiled at this and tentatively reached out for it. His cock seemed to jolt when she touched him and this encouraged her further. Tom slid on the bed next to her and she turned herself around so she could pay some special attention to his very manly assets. She took his penis in her small hand. It looked even bigger up close, but she opened her mouth wide, and slowly took it in. At first she had difficulty even getting the head inside, but eventually it popped in, and she was able to take more and more of it. She stroked the shaft and swirled her tongue around and started sucking. Tom groaned and started bucking a little, encouraging her to take more. When he hit the back of her throat, Linda started to gag a bit, but Tom told her to breathe deeply through her nose and she would be okay. In and out his cock went, fucking her mouth. She made loud slurping noises as she greedily ate him up, every once in a while releasing him so she could get more air. At these times she would devote her talented tongue administerings to his large balls. She licked them until they were very wet and tried to suck them into her mouth. Unfortunately, she couldn't do this gently, without her teeth getting in the way, so she just contented herself to lick them and suck on them as best she could. Finally, while sucking and stroking his cock, Linda inserted a slippery finger inside his ass. She could feel his muscles tightening up. He grabbed Linda by the hips at that point, and positioned her doggie style on the bed. He wanted to cum so badly, but he wanted to bury it deep inside her sweet tight cunt. 

He teased her moist clit with his cock head, licked a finger and inserted it into her ass then. Linda jumped and squealed, and lost her balance, ending up with her head and shoulders down on the bed. This opened her hot pussy lips even wider for Tom, and he positioned his massive cock at her opening. Linda was so wet and so ready to cum again, she accepted him easily. He slid almost all the way in with just a few strokes. He continued to finger her ass, causing her to squirm, which tightened her pussy muscles even more. This was driving Tom wild, and he started to ram his cock harder and deeper. He was in her now fully, his hairy balls slamming against her smooth, shaved pussy lips. 

"Yesssssssss, Yessssssssssss!!!! Fuck me, Tom. God I need you sooo much. Deeper. Harder! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee," Linda screamed. She bucked and ground her hips as far back into his pelvis as she could. It wasn't long before Tom felt the stirrings deep in his balls, getting ready to unload his hot cum in her tight, sucking pussy. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee," Linda screamed as she felt his hot jism coating the insides of her pussy walls. Tom collapsed on top of Linda, and it was several minutes before their breathing returned to normal. 

Tom finally rolled off and his cock popped out of her well-used pussy with a plop. "I've got to go do something," Tom said finally. When Linda asked what it was, he said it was a surprise, and she would just have to wait. He got up and dressed himself again, and left the room. 

After several minutes, Linda decided to use her time to freshen up a bit. She walked into the bathroom and started the shower water. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, noting the glow in her skin and the satisfied look of love in her eyes. She was happy again. 

Just then she heard her cell phone ringing inside her purse. She ran to catch the call. When she looked at the caller ID, it showed Tom's cell phone number. She laughed to herself thinking, he can't be gone 2 minutes, and already he misses me.

She answered the phone and it was Tom, talking from a very loud-sounding room. "Where are you, my darling?" Tom asked.

Linda laughed and said, "You know darn well where I am. You just left me in our room." 

There was a long pause and then Tom spoke, "Linda, I'm at the airport. You never showed up, and I'm still waiting for you. I was getting worried."

Now it was Linda's turn to be stunned. How could this be? Who was this man I was just with? And how could he do that to me? She had no answers. All she could say was "I'm sorry, I'll be there as soon as I can." She quickly cleaned herself up, struggling to dress herself, but unable to find a few articles of clothing, and rushed out to the main desk. 

"Did you see the man I came in with?" she asked the receptionist.

"Why yes, ma'am. He left a few minutes ago, but he left something here for you and said to say thanks, but I must be the wrong Tom," the desk clerk replied, with a wicked knowing grin. 

She handed Linda a manilla envelope. When she opened it, she saw her lacy underwear inside......

The End 



Mistaken Identity



I stood looking up at the front of the house, a thrill running through me at the thought of what I was about to do, at my sheer daring. In that house was a man who I had no right to be with, had no right to do what I planned on doing with, and I knew without a doubt that I didn't care. I was going to do it anyway.

A little bit of back-story might be in order. My sister, Kelsey, is engaged to a man named Trey. She cheats on him with this guy Jeremy, and doesn't feel bad about it at all. When I asked her why she cheats, she told me she couldn't help it, that she loves Jeremy. When I asked her why she bothered to remain engaged to Trey, she said the words that piqued my interest. "The sex is fucking amazing."

Now since I consider myself a connoisseur of men and sex both, any time I hear about a guy who's "fucking amazing" in bed, I want to take him for a test-drive. But, of course, this one was engaged to my sister, so he should be off-limits. Except... Kelsey obviously didn't love him enough if she was willing to cheat on him, and she admitted that she loved someone else. The sex was the only thing keeping her with Trey, and while I'm the last person to ever consider being in a committed relationship, I knew that sex wasn't the only thing you should be in one for. So, I was starting to think that maybe it wouldn't be such a violation of the sisterly code to spend a night with her fiancé, after all.

As I prepared myself to open Trey's front door, after which there was no turning back, the conversation I'd had with Kelsey earlier that night replayed itself in my head.

"Where are you going?"

Kelsey winked at me. "I'm staying over at Jeremy's tonight."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Shouldn't you be at Trey's?"

Kelsey sighed and rolled her eyes back at me. "I should be, but I want to be with Jeremy." She picked up her purse and I could see her thoughts turn inward. "It's been three days since we've seen each other, and I'm dying to feel him inside me."

I smirked. Our conversations tended toward the graphic, so her admission didn't bother me. "Doesn't Trey ever wonder where you are? Don't most engaged people pretty much live together?"

She shrugged. "I just tell him I have an early morning and I can't spend the night with him because I'll be too tired."

My eyebrows shot to the top of my forehead. "And he believes that?" 

She grinned mischievously. "Absolutely. When I stay the night with him, we fuck for hours. If we're in bed by nine or ten, we're not done until around two in the morning. He knows after nights like that I'm fucking exhausted and if I have an early morning, there's no way I can hang that long."

Instantly, lust started curling in the pit of my stomach. The idea of fucking all night long, the number of orgasms I would have, made me feel a little light-headed, and for the first time in a very long time, I was jealous of my sister. 

So as Kelsey waved and walked out the door, I began to formulate my plan.

Two hours later, I stood in front of Trey's house, my hand on the door knob, ready to assume a role I'd played many times before. You see, Kelsey and I are nearly identical. I'm twenty-two and she's twenty-three, but we pass for twins all the time. She's about a half inch taller than me, and her eyes are a bright green instead of my deep blue-gray, but in all other ways we're mirror images. Long black hair, thick black eyelashes, peaches and cream complexion, hourglass figures with a lot of sand in the top. We both boasted 32D breasts, which was one of the reasons we'd never been without a date when we wanted one. A pair of heels and green contacts for me, or flats and blue contacts for her, and no one knew we were switching identities.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and slipped inside, remaining as quiet as possible. The house was dark, so I assumed that by now, he'd be in bed. I tiptoed up the stairs, thankful that I'd been here with Kelsey many times in the past and knew my way around enough to avoid the squeaky spot in the step that would announce my arrival.

I paused outside his bedroom, peeking in through the crack created by the partially-closed door and observing him. Trey was a very good-looking man, thirty-two and fit, with lightly tanned skin. His hair was a thick mixture of gold and brown, and his eyes were nearly the same color. He was sitting up in the bed, leaning back against pillows that were propped up against the headboard. He was shirtless, exposing a muscled chest lightly covered in curly, golden-brown hair, and his hand was under the comforter that was pulled up over his lap. I could see from the images on the TV that he'd settled in for a nice evening of porn and solitary pleasure, and my pulse picked up. 

Pushing the door open gently, I stepped inside. "Hi, Trey."

He looked up, a smile breaking out on his face. "Kelsey! I didn't expect you to be here tonight, I thought you were staying in." He picked up the remote and clicked the TV off, silencing the moans and cries on-screen.

I sauntered over to the bed, giving him time to get a good look at me. "I couldn't stand the idea of being away from you." I shimmied out of my short black skirt, showing off a tiny thong made of red silk that perfectly matched the swingy, scooped-neck red silk tank top I wore. It was designed so that it dipped low enough to show off the top of my black demi-bra, which pushed my breasts up, creating intense cleavage. 

Trey swallowed, and I saw the comforter jump slightly. "Jesus, you look amazing."

I grinned as I slid onto the bed beside him. I slipped my hand under the comforter and wrapped my fingers around his cock, which was already hard and getting harder by the second. I had to school my face not to register my surprise. Kelsey told me a lot about her sex life, but she had never mentioned that Trey was fucking enormous. "I wanted to surprise you," I whispered, leaning over to nip at his lips. 

He breathed out harshly and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me and positioning me over his lap. I spread my legs so I could sink down against him, rubbing my barely-clad pussy against his erection, which was straining against the thin fabric barrier. He reached up to kiss me as he increased the friction of his cock against my thong. "God, I needed you," he ground out. "I was so disappointed when you told me you weren't coming over."

I laughed breathlessly. "I realized I needed you in me more than I needed my sleep," I assured him. His hands were gripping the edge of my top and lifting it up, so I obliged by raising my arms and letting him slide it off me. His hands reached around and unclasped my bra, and my breasts spilled out. 

"Christ, I love your tits," he sighed appreciatively. Trey palmed my full, firm breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the coral-pink tips. He dipped his head and took one nipple between his teeth, worrying it lightly, and all of a sudden my thong was soaking wet. My arousal was growing so fast I didn't think I could stand the foreplay for much longer. However, I wasn't about to miss out on having that gorgeous cock in my mouth, so I pulled away from him. He released his hold on my breast and looked at me curiously. 

"I want to taste you." His eyes closed briefly and I rolled to the side, then wiggled off the bed and onto the floor. He scooted to the edge of the bed and his massive erection bobbed slightly, standing tall and proud like a flag pole. I estimated him to be about nine inches long and thick in girth, and my pussy ached to have it in me. I lowered my face to it and opened my mouth, taking it in a little at a time. Trey groaned and thrust his hips up, and suddenly my mouth was full of cock-cheeks stretched wide, lips wrapped around him tightly, jaw already starting to ache just a bit. My hands gripped the length that didn't fit in my mouth, stroking upward and back down with just enough pressure. 

I began moving my mouth up and down, keeping a rhythm with the stroking of my hands, and I could feel him tense up. I took him in deep, getting as much of him in my mouth as I could-he nearly hit the back of my throat before I had to pull away. I bobbed my head faster, my tongue wrapping around him, sliding up and down as my mouth moved, and he cursed. 

Without a word, he gently pulled my head up and lifted my hands away from him, then lay back on the bed. I joined him, getting on my knees and resuming my position of worship at his cock. As I took him back into my mouth, I could feel him tugging at my thighs, and I wondered what he was trying to do. As he slid me lengthwise against him, my knees near his chest, his meaning suddenly hit me. He pulled my thong down my thighs and over my calves, tossing it on the floor. I lifted one leg high enough for him to pull over to the other side of his chest, so that I was straddling him. 

I thought that I would faint as his tongue slid deep into my pussy while I continued to suck his straining cock. His lips brushed against mine and I could feel his tongue lapping at my clit, sometimes withdrawing far enough to lightly flicker just the tip against the swollen bundle of nerves. Thrust and retreat, over and over again, until my muscles were tense and my nerve endings felt like guitar strings that just needed one good strum to pop.

I abandoned his cock and braced myself over him with both hands, rocking back and forth, thrusting my hips to meet his stroking tongue. I was so tight and tense and I could feel the waves of pleasure build and build until they were reaching their peak and then...

"Holy shit, Trey, oh fuck!" I cried out as the tsunami finally broke and crashed over me, buffeting me back and forth until the overwhelming pleasure ebbed, leaving me trembling and light-headed. I carefully lifted myself away from him and turned around so that I was laying next to him, my head against his chest. "Somehow I always forget how amazing you are at that, until you do it again and remind me," I murmured.

"I like making you come, Kelsey," Trey said softly, his fingers stretching down until they found my still-slick pussy and delved inside. I was starting to dislike that he was calling me by my sister's name, but I whimpered as he lazily stroked in and out, the feeling of only being a little full making me ache even worse, my displeasure forgotten.

"I need you in me now," I gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling it back. I took one finger in my mouth, licking the taste of myself from it, as I slid one leg over his hips and felt the head of his cock pressed against my opening. I eased down onto him, slowly, so incredibly slow, until he was as far in as he could go. I opened my mouth and moved to the next finger, sucking it in deep as I rose up on his cock and then plunged down. I continued to lick and suck on his fingers, cleaning my juices from them, as I rode him. Like a train starting from a dead stop, I increased my pace slowly at first, then a little quicker, until I was bouncing up and down. 

His cock speared into me as I cried out, my next orgasm not even building but exploding, shattering my consciousness into thousands of tiny fragments. As I started to piece them together, I realized that Trey's hands were still on my hips, holding me to him as he pistoned up into me. "Fuck, Kelsey," he gasped, droplets of sweat rolling off his forehead and into the brown hairs at his temple. "God, I'm going to come," he gritted out on a ragged breath, and then I could feel his release empty into me. 

I was a little surprised he'd come so soon, since I knew from Kelsey's comment that he could go for hours. I lifted myself up, feeling deliciously dirty as his come leaked out of me. "You are incredible," I purred, stretching over him, flicking my tongue against his nipple. "Fucking you gets better every time I do it."

Trey moved out from underneath me so that I was laying on my stomach. Then I could feel his hands on my hips, lifting me until I was on all fours. I was glad I was facing away from him when he plunged inside me again, because I hadn't known that he could go again immediately after climaxing, and I know he would have been able to see the shock on my face. "Then fuck me again, and again, and again," he demanded, his hips pumping urgently against me, driving his cock deeper into me with every thrust. "Fuck me until you can't tell where one orgasm ends and the next one begins."

I believed he could make that happen, as I was already on the verge of my next one. I could feel the pressure build and as it burst, I let out a long wail. "Oh God, Trey, don't stop," I begged, his brutal pounding driving me forward until my arms collapsed and I was laying on my shoulders, my face turned to the side so I wouldn't suffocate against the mattress. I was so steeped in pleasure that I allowed him to just dominate me from behind, holding me up while he drove into me over and over again. "Don't stop," I moaned again blissfully.

"Never, Eden," he promised me, and I froze.

"EDEN?"

Trey's powerful thrusts slowed, and I rolled over and looked up at him fearfully. "You really didn't think I knew it was you?" he asked in amusement. "You think I don't know my fiancée well enough to know that it wasn't her who came into my room tonight, with the tight, sexy clothes, and the sudden need to fuck me? You think that I haven't fucked her so many times I could tell the instant you wrapped your lips around my dick that you were the other sister?"

I was confused. If he'd known all along...

He leaned forward on muscled arms, slipping his cock between my thighs and into my pussy, moving forward slowly, rolling his hips so that he barely moved inside me. "I knew it was you. I didn't care. I've dreamt of fucking you since Kelsey told me how you collect men like toys, and how she was jealous because of how easily you come, over and over again. I wanted to be the one to make you come."

I spread my legs wider and he rocked forward, pressing his cock deep into me. I bit my lip as another orgasm loomed. "Fuck me," I whispered. Trey sat back, lifting my legs and putting them over his shoulders, then arched against me and began pounding into me with jackhammer speed. I screamed as I came, the pleasure spearing through me and splitting me apart, the pressure in my lungs making me feel like they were about to burst. 

Trey eased free of me and pulled me off the bed. Backing me up against the wall, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, rolling it back and forth over his tongue as his fingers plucked at the other. I gasped for air as he strummed my body, stoking the ache within me once more. He lifted my thigh and wrapped it around his waist, and I leveraged myself up and wrapped my other leg around him as well. I slid my hand down to position him so that as I tightened my legs, his cock, still amazingly hard, was buried inside me. He leaned in, his hands firmly clenching my ass, as he began to drive against me. 

Being suspended in mid-air as he pumped into me intensified the pleasure. I felt every gasp ripped from my throat each time he lifted me up and slammed me back down on his pistoning cock. His muscles were tightening under my hands as they roamed his body and I could feel that he was on the verge of coming again, as I was. I clenched my pussy, gripping him tightly, and he swore.

"Come for me," he urged, and I let myself go. Pleasure so intense it was painful splintered through me as I erupted again, and again, and again, every time he slammed into me. He carried me back to the bed while he was still inside me and then lay me down. I watched through the haze of my multiple orgasms as he pulled back and hovered over me, his hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it rapidly. His cock began pulsing and jetted out a thick rope of salty white cream, covering my breasts. 

When he was finally done coming, he lay down beside me on the bed. "Was it worth coming here tonight, Eden?" he asked me seriously. I knew he was asking if I felt guilty about intentionally setting out to seduce my sister's fiance.

I closed my eyes, then opened them again, looking directly into his. "Absolutely," I promised. "I've never had such incredible sex in my life. No wonder Kelsey is always exhausted after a night with you."

Trey grinned predatorily as he took my hand and placed it back on his cock, which was slowly coming back to life. "You have no idea what exhaustion is, Eden. The night is just beginning."



Mistaken Identity



I awoke to find myself naked, hanging from the ceiling by two hooks. Dazed and confused, I tried to lift my weary eyes. The last thing I remembered was walking out with that hot girl from the bar. Was I drugged? I felt misty and couldn't seem to focus. Suddenly, I realized that I was naked and in a strange place. In front of me, drinking wine from a glass, was the woman, only now she was wearing black boots, black nylons, a white corset and black lace. She smirked at me as she drank her wine. I tried to gasp and struggle as I noticed a table lined with torture equipment. I tried to scream for help, only to realize my mouth was covered with duct tape. 

"Oh, you have been a very bad boy, Mr. Hanson," she said. Who the fuck was Hanson? "I have tracked your internet history. And I know that you have been buying slave girls for the last month."

WTF? She has the wrong person, I thought. Either that or she was completely insane, either way I was screwed. I tried to get free, grabbing the ropes with my wrists. Pain shocked me as the rope burned through my skin. 

I tried to kick, only to realize that my toes were the only thing able to touch the ground...no, not the ground, I was standing on a pile of books. I knew that I was short to begin with, but it was too much when she bent down and took a book away. The ropes tightened. I screamed and struggled. Surely, this was an apartment by the size of the room. This must mean that she had neighbors. 

"Oh, I wouldn't," she cooed, pressing her finger in a 'shh' position over the tape. "I have evidence and your IP address. I'll go to the cops and tell them you tried to rape me. Who do you think they will believe? You or me? Now. Listen up, you like slaves, so your punishment will be that you will be my slave. Nod if you understand." I panicked, what was she talking about? Quickly, I nodded for fear of what she would do. She was right. Even if I wasn't this Hanson person, if she accused me there was a good chance the cops would believe a woman over a man any day. Who would believe a man could be raped? I gulped. 

She laughed and spun around me, eying her toys as if they were candy. "Good boy." She pulled out a large leather whip. I gulped again. She brushed the tassels over my legs as she continued to spin around me slowly. 

I tried to struggle, but it took all I had to keep my big toes on the remaining books. She grabbed a razor from the table and while holding the whip underneath my balls, she turned the electric razor on. "Only real men have hair down there, and you, my boy, are not a real man." She shaved me clean, holding me still with the threat of a whip to the testicles. 

I kept very still in pure fear, but my 

body started to get the best of me, and I started to get a bit hard. I didn't know what she would do next. She laughed and put the razor down, then stroked me until I hardened fully. "Oh, look who likes me." 

I shook my head and mumbled through the duct tape, "fuck you!" She frowned and gripped my cock hard, pulling it down, forcing the rope to cut further into my wrists. I moaned in pain, eyes watering. 

"That's better," she answered my tears. "I will teach you manners." She walked behind me and spanked my ass with the whip. I felt red hot flames hit my skin and two seconds later a cold icy pain. I couldn't help but grunt. "Apologize, slave! Say, 'sorry, mommy'." 

No way in hell, bitch, I thought. 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!! The sounds had to be loud enough for someone to hear. I screamed partly for pain and partly to get someone's attention. No one came. SLAP! SLAP! Was I bleeding? The pain was intolerable. I began to cry openly. 

"You can end the pain! Say sorry, you little boy," she growled, slapping me again. I jerked forward and almost lost balance on the book. No way in hell, you crazy bitch. But she kept on a few more times. I felt dead below the waist. "Think your tough?" She scoffed, obviously not sated. She moved in front of me, eying my tears. The wet streams loosened the duct tape. I tried using my tongue to push it off me. As soon as I could, I would yell for help. She seemed to get off on my futile efforts. "Let's see how tough you are! Apologize!" She screamed as she began. In a flash and before I could react, she slapped the whip as hard as she could over my penis. I let out a scream before I was even continuous of the pain. 

"I'm sorry, mommy," I whimpered. 

"Thought as much," she answered, "but I am not your mommy, you little bitch." I nodded over and over. Crazy fucking bitch. My cock withered into the cover of my foreskin. I felt like it was on an icy fire. I had never felt pain as bad as that. "That's better. Like a little boy." Then she spit on my cock. She walked out the room and left me crying. It was several minutes before I realized that she had left me for a while. 

My first instinct was to escape, but I could loosely feel blood trickling from my wrists. No way out. I would have to try to get the tape off, but it was no use, it was wrapped completely around my head probably more than once. I just hung for what seemed like hours. Just thinking of plans. I would try to kick her, but I was obviously drugged because I had barely enough energy to move my knees let alone make a full kick while tied. 

She came back before too long anyway. She had obviously eaten in the that time, her breath smelled like chicken and beer. "How is my little slave? Ready to start behaving?" I nodded, afraid of the whip again. "Good boy," she said and smiled. I would try my best to avoid making her angry and to keep her smiling. 

Okay. Breathe, just breathe. I was now in survival mode. Ignoring the pain of my arms and extremities behind and placing myself as into a submissive state. I would do whatever I could to prove I was not this person and convince her to let me go. As soon as she released me, I planned to use all the strength I could to take her down. For now though, I need to save my energy. Conserve, conceal, and then contend with her. Conserve, conceal, contend. I used the three C's as a mantra inside my head. I was not however paying attention to the insane mother-fucker in the room, and I probably should have, as she was inspecting her toys again. I only noticed when she attached pincer onto my nipples and a pair of pads to my nipples and chest. 

...Oh crap...

She pressed a button giggling softly and I felt the shock of volts press into my body. I felt my mouth water and a feeling like being punched hit me all at once. Electricity! Who the fuck? I moaned again. She awed at me, directing me to look at her. She began to touch herself, "You like this? You like me?" I nodded thinking that's what she wanted, but she zapped me again. "You perv!" She zapped this time harder, and I screamed. Why is no one calling the cops?! 

I looked at the door and she saw my gaze, "Oh honey, I live in the first and only apartment in this condo building. No one is going to save you." I began to cry as she shocked me again. "You need to learn your lesson." I nodded. So weak...so much pain...I passed out. 

The next thing I remembered was waking up again to a needle pressure. I felt dozy, but I was coming to. More tranquilizer this time, I am sure of it. I woke up to her pouring water down my mouth. Water tasting so sweet. I felt something around my bruised bottom. A diaper. Fuck. A diaper. I felt so humiliated. Then I felt it, cold metal. My cock had been imprisoned by what felt like a chastity cage. I was too weak to move. She unbound me and laid me on a nearby couch. She turned me over the edge and put on a strap on. I felt the diaper slip off, and she pour cold something down my backside. 

"I am going to show you the humiliation you show those women, when you overpower them." She began to ride me. Now, I don't know about the real guy she wanted to harm, but me, I'm bi so actually even though I am sure she meant to further traumatize Mr. Hanson, this actually felt really good. Is that sick? Do I actually think anything my captor is doing is good? But I couldn't help it. The fake cock felt so real and once again my body was reacting...or at least trying. I felt more pain as my cock couldn't get hard over the chastity belt. The cold felt good over the pain my penis had gone through, but it hurt that it couldn't rise. "You may experience gay pleasure, even though I know you are straight." Wrong person, bitch. I like guys, too. "But this is how your victims felt. While you got off, they had no pleasure. How do you like being used?" 

I felt pre-cum start oozing through the cage and into the diaper. My whole body quivered, and I could feel goosebumps. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and without an erection, I shot cum into the diaper. A full load. She must have realized what had happened because she laughed at me and slapped my ass. She then hit my head hard, and I was out again. 

I woke up several hours later. She was sleeping on the couch. I was back in the ropes dangling, but still in my messy diaper. The dried cum was now sticking to my balls. I had burn marks over bruised nipples, and my eyes were sore from crying. There was no chance for me. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I had a hard time of it, but I had managed to come in and out of sleep. The next morning she stripped me and let me out of that 'cage', then tied me to the toilet and left me there all day. At least I had some privacy there to do my business. My arms were tied behind the seat so I couldn't move, but through licking all day and the water from last night I had pretty much taken off the tape. When she came home she did not bother releasing me, but she did flush for me and take down the tape so it dangled around my neck. 

She sighed and looked at me, "So I saw activity on your IP address, and I saw that you in fact are not Hanson. But you have seen way too much of me so it looks like you're going to stay with me until I can figure out what I can do with you." 

"I won't tell. I promise!" I begged, "Just please let me go!" 

"Can't take that chance, I'm afraid. I am sorry for what it is worth that I treated you so harshly, but you are a man, and thus you are a sexual deviant. Don't worry though, I will raise you to be obedient and turn you from a evil man into a good little boy." 

"No, please!" I begged, but she left the room again. It was another hour before she got back, Walmart bags in hand. She must have gone shopping. She put the items on the counter and began to pull them out of their packages. 

"This is a collar with a voice tag." She said, "It also has a sensor for these rooms. If you leave the sensor room that I allow you in, you will be zapped and possibly die. If you scream, you will die. Is that understood?" 

I nodded. "Please," I whimpered. But she put the collar on me anyway. She then got another thing out. More tranquilizers. And stuck me in the shoulder with it. The next few things was a bit hazy but it seems she was cleaning my wounds, then wrapping them. She slid back on the cage and put another diaper on me. Lastly she put heavy weights around my legs. 

"You are permitted my bedroom, the living room and the bathroom. You will clean the house when I am gone. When I am home, you will eat me out and only then will I allow you to have food. Before bed, you will give me a message, and when I am asleep, you will lie on the floor and sleep. If you make a noise, I will shock you. If you make a mess in your diaper, I will shock you. If you do anything I don't like, I will shock you. You are to call me mistress, and from now on you are to obey. If I have friends over, you will hide in my closet, and if you make a peep in front of them or cry for help, I will castrate you so that even if I am caught you will forever be my slave is that understood? Now in five years time, I will release you. In five years, I will have enough money to leave the country and so they can't get me. As soon as I do, I will let you go. Is that understood? But if you do anything bad I will extend it by one year, and I will shock you." 

"Yes, mistress," I said and went to her room.



Mistaken Identity



I got in from the job early Friday morning, unloaded my stuff, got a shower, and a nap. Now I was getting ready to go out and party a little. It had been a long job, almost five weeks in the middle of nowhere. My mind had wandered to Maggie, a good friend and part time lover of mine, from time to time since I had been home. With a grin, I picked up the phone and dialed her work number. She answered the phone and I said, "Hey sexy, don't pay the ransom; I finally escaped."

She chuckled and replied, "You've been gone so long, I thought I'd just let them keep you." She paused a second and then added, "On second thought, maybe not. The pickings are real slim lately for us horny girls, all the good ones are getting married or leaving town. At least you do come back and you do have a job. How long are you in for?"

"A couple of weeks, at least I hope so. I need some time off and a little R and R." I said. "I was headed out to the club tonight; care to join me after you get off work."

"Hmmmm, such a timely offer. I happen to have a small opening on my calendar this weekend, among other things." She replied with a deep chuckle. "I'll see you after work. It might be late though, I'm the manager now, and they're trying to get their moneys worth."

"You know you're welcome anytime and you know where the spare key is, if it's too late." I told her.

She chuckled again and I could see her shaking her pretty red head as she said, "Spare key? I didn't even know your house had locks on the door. You never use them if they do."

"I can't help it if I'm a trusting soul." I told her with a chuckle of my own. "I'll see you later."

"See you tonight." She said before she hung up.

The club was the same as it always was. The same people sitting in damn near the same place, drinking the same drinks, talking about the same old things. Nothing ever changes and never will. I made my rounds and talk to almost everyone there before the night was over. Since I had been gone, then I must have something new to talk about. Well, that was their thinking anyway. I ended up closing the place at midnight and Maggie hadn't showed up. The place she worked didn't close until ten thirty, so she may have just went on to my house, if she was running late. At least that's what I hoped had happened.

When I pulled into the driveway at home, there was a small dark blue car sitting over near the right edge of the carport. With a grin, I got out of the truck and headed for the back door. I slipped off my boots just inside the door and padded softly into the bedroom. The only light in here was the soft glow of my blue electric dolphin sitting on a shelf over in the corner. I could see a small form under the covers of my bed and grinned again as I went into the bathroom to undress and brush my teeth.

My mind was already wandering over Maggie's sexy body and my manhood was rising like a big thumbs up. She's five, five in her stocking feet and redheaded as a woodpecker. It's a natural red as the small vee of hair on her mound attests. She has very small boobs but boy are they sensitive and the nipples are long and get as hard as a pencil erasure. She jokes about the A in her bra size, standing for almost boobs. For my money, her best feature is on the flips side. Her ass is a major work of art. 

I was grinning as I climbed on the bed and slipped under the covers. My mind was already enjoying the sensation of my hard hot manhood slipping into the cleft of her cool smooth ass. I wasn't disappointed as I snuggled up behind her spoon fashion. She gave out with a soft sleepy murmur and snuggled back against me tighter, wiggling her ass slowly and sensuously. My manhood slipped deeper into the crevice of her ass and I flexed my hips slowly, feeling myself move just a little back and forth. She murmured again and moved her hips just a little in time with me. She was as horny as I was, my mind said.

As we slowly moved against each other, I stroked her stomach with my left hand. My hand wandered lower to stroke my fingers across her mound. I grinned to myself as I realized that the little vee of hair was now a racing stripe up the middle of it. A glide path for my tongue on its way to breakfast was more like it.

My hand moved back up to cup and caress her baby breast, with its rock hard nipple rubbing across my palm. The soft sleepy murmur was back as her hips moved a little more urgently and she pressed her ass back even harder. I rolled the long hard nipple gently between my fingertips as I kissed the nape of her neck. The smell of her perfume was soft and sweet.

My hips moved down and hers up; I felt my shaft slip down between her thighs and when I moved back up, it rubbed across the wet slick opening of her sex deeper between her thighs and up along her slit in the front. I felt her give a little shiver and the soft murmur was back, deeper and longer. Where her ass had been cold and dry earlier, this was warm and slippery. 

I continued to move my hips slowly and gently as hers matched mine, stroke for stroke. Her body would shiver from time to time and I'd roll her nipple and kiss her neck when it did. When her hips gave a little flutter, I moved back father and felt the head of my dick touch her opening. Slowly, I entered her. The flutter and shivering got even stronger and the murmur of pleasure was almost continuous. When I was all the way in, I paused, savoring the hot velvety feel of her wrapped tightly around my manhood. I flexed the muscles in my ass, causing my manhood to jerk and move slightly inside her and a responding squeeze from her.

Both our hips started to move at the same time and I made a long full slow stroke out and back in. She made a whimpering moaning sighing sound and wiggled her hips slowly as I paused again. I took this as my cue and started to fuck her with full slow strokes; she rocked her hips in perfect time with mine. I knew I wouldn't last long, she felt so good, and it had been two months since we had last done this and it had been one of those fast and furious deals, just before I left for work.

I kept my pace slow and tried to hold my orgasm back as long as possible but it wasn't long before I lost the battle and came hard, deep inside her. That seemed to trigger her orgasm as she started to shake and groaned deeply as her ass pressed even tighter to me and flexed in short fast movements, driving me even deeper into her. 

As our orgasms slowly faded, I kissed her neck and hugged her to me. She murmured once more and then she sighed deeply as she snuggled back against me. I kissed her hair and snuggled up; thinking that if we were still in this position in the morning, we could start all over again. I was smiling as I drifted off to sleep.

Around nine thirty, I woke up alone in bed. I lay there for a moment and wondered if I had had a wet dream or something. I rolled over and sniffed at the pillow next to mine and grinned as I smelled the same perfume that I had smell last night. Nope, it wasn't a wet dream. Maggie probably had to go into work early or something. I'd give her a call after I got a shower. Maybe I could meet her for lunch, if she could get away.

After my shower, I went to make coffee in the kitchen. While I was doing that, I noticed a wine glass and an empty wine bottle in the dish drainer next to the sink. With a smile I now understood why Maggie was so sleepy last night, wine did that to her. It also made her hornier than normal and put her in a cuddly mood. That was the reason I kept a bottle or two around.

It was nearly eleven by the time I rang Maggie's place of work. When she answered the phone, I said, "Hello, you beautiful woman, you."

She laughed and replied, "Ok, I'm sorry I stood you up last night but I had to work late and then open up this morning. I had one girl quit and another called in sick. Anyway, I left you a message."

I hadn't checked my messages and only now glanced over at the answer machine. The light wasn't blinking. "It's not on my machine." I said in a puzzled voice.

"No silly, I left it with your daughter." Maggie told me.

"What!" I almost yelled.

"Yeah, she said she was in town for business and was leaving early this morning." Don't tell me you didn't even know she was there." Maggie said with a laugh. "That's just like you not to check the house before you went to bed."

My mind was in a terrible whirl. I felt dizzy and disoriented. 'My daughter was here, Lynn was here;' kept spinning around in my brain. 'Oh shit' was also mixed in there from time to time. 

"Hey, are you still there." I heard Maggie say from my right ear. That snapped me part ways out of my mind lock; enough to tell her yeah. She laughed and asked, "You want to do lunch? I'm free in about an hour."

"Ok, I'll see you then." I replied as I absently hung up the phone; my brain resumed its whirl of implications at last night.

Luckily my brain had registered the lunch date but I had to hurry to keep it. I had called Florida where my daughter lived and talked to her older sister, Kaye. Yes, she had been in this area on business and yes, she was on a plane, flying home. 

"I thought she said she stayed there last night." Kaye said at one point.

"I went to the bar and went straight to bed when I came in around midnight." I told her. "She may have been in the other bedroom and I didn't notice. There was a wine glass in the dish drainer and a friend said she spoke to her here last night. So, I guess she was here and left before I got up."

"Yeah, she had an early flight out this morning." Kaye said.

"Well, I'm sorry I missed her. Have her call me later if she has some free time." I said and then wondered if that was a good idea.

"We'll all be up there in about two weeks to visit the family over the Easter holiday. Maybe you'll be sober enough or at least awake enough to see her then." Kaye said.

"I keep that in mind." I replied. Shortly after that we said our goodbyes.

Now all I had to worry about was being here come Easter. Well, it sure should be an interesting holiday this year, to say the least.  



Mistaken Identity



Synopsis:

Mistaken Identity is about a woman who finds inner strength being someone else, but may be the fool in the end for her deceit.

Author's Note: 

I started Mistaken Identity from a wedding prompt given by my writing buddy LaDonna in her Yahoo group called Too Sexy For You Writers. 

The prompt had to contain a sex scene and a wedding scene. I produced a short story. Everyone enjoyed it so much and demanded a part 2. 

By the end of that, I was getting threats for my life and decided to produce a blog so everyone could read the story.

Enjoy!

Part 1

"Lonely Ass Bitch!" shrilled her drunken twin sister, Denise, at least twice last night so everyone could hear at her bachelorette party.

Of course, Dana couldn't fault her sister for her verbal lashing. For some reason, despite Denise's success in her personal life that Dana could never accomplish, Denise was always venomously jealous of Dana for having a great business life. 

Dana had opted to drop out of college in her third year just shy of twenty credits to her bachelors to open up her own medical billing office. Denise had stayed in school, met Jerome Lott, who was the all-star quarterback from another Detroit high school, where they had all grown up, and had become second round draft pick for the Detroit Lions. 

So Denise was living pretty in her expensive home out in the boondocks of Michigan, while Dana was still living in the two family flat that she owned all alone, but making a very comfortable living for herself. With her office on the first side and her own living quarters on the second side, she lived quite well – all alone.

Dana was never a good people person. Denise was the star. She flitted around and became popular wherever they went, while Dana had a hard time just making eye contact.

So now, she sat in the corner of her sister's massive master bedroom watching her sister bitch and cry about how hung over she was from last night's party. Her maidens in waiting – mostly sorority sisters – babied her and coddled her.

No one really paid attention to Dana, who sat in the corner dress in the ugly lime green dress that the maid of honor was assigned to wear. Denise's color for the wedding was white and gold. Dana knew the only reason she had been given the position of maid of honor was because their mother had ordered it. 

Denise could care less if her own twin sister was apart of the ceremony or not. 

"Fuck it!" Denise screamed. "Get this damn dress off me now!"

Everyone, except Dana all tried to persuade her, but Denise's shallow mind was made up and she began to almost rip the dress off of her until her best friend, Gloria, came up and unzipped it for her.

Dana bit her lip and watched her sister run out the room angrily, in only a camisole bra, panties, and stocking. Denise had always been high strung and most likely would need either a "pick me up," to get her nerves to calm down or a large gallon of vodka. Either or wouldn't matter.

Everyone, except Dana, followed her sister out leaving Dana in the room by herself. The ceremony wasn't due to start for another hour and most likely; Denise was just using the last of her time to cry for the attention she loved to have. 

Dana went over to the door and locked it. The ceremony was taking place in the back yard at the home Jerome had bought for his soon to be wife and the only one with a key would be Denise or Jerome, but he wasn't even here. He had stayed at the hotel for the past three weeks because Denise wanted to "keep him away" as if they hadn't been fucking at all for the past five years. But Denise loved to make people think she was always the good girl.

Maybe because Dana had always really been the one. Dana was no virgin, but she had always been selective about who she choose to open her legs to. For the past year, Denise had tried to get information out of Dana about who was "her first," but Dana had kept that information to herself. That was none of anyone's business and if the boy wasn't talking then neither would Dana. 

When she was positive she could hear here sister screaming for attention downstairs, Dana went over to the gorgeous wedding dress and picked it up. Quickly, without another thought, she pulled off her lime green dress and put on her sister's wedding dress.

She knew she would never have another opportunity like this again and she didn't want it to pass.

It fit perfectly. Well it should. They were twins and the only thing that separated them was their personalities. For one day, Dana would have loved to become "Denise." Just take what she wanted, lived like she wanted, acted without rules or morals –

The door opened suddenly and she turned to stare straight into Jerome's face. He was dressed in his tuxedo and fuck if he didn't look damn good in it from head to toe. Thick wide shoulders, six feet seven in height, thick powerful thighs, long legs, big feet, and flawless brownish-red complexion. He was freshly shaven and shorn. His baldhead glistened and for some reason her fingertips longed to just touch his head.

"Damn! Denise," he hissed, closing and locking the door. "You look gorgeous."

Before she could admit the truth, he seemed to leap across the massive room in one second and swept her up in his arms. Big powerful arms with large hands that seemed everywhere at once. His tongue entwined in hers and he tasted like dark chocolate and peppermint.

'Just for a second, Dana,' she told herself responding just as passionate as he.

His shaft pressed against her, despite the layers of the dress and she knew that his big feet represented a lot more than just a big man. Instantly, her pussy was wet and she was reminded that she hadn't had any in a very long time. 

He broke the kiss suddenly. "Fuck a wait, D. Ok?" 

Every time she was about to protest, his juicy soft lips nibbled, suckled and licked over her own to stop any objection. Soon his tongue was back down her throat and he was removing the dress with a tenderness that amazed her from such a large man. He tossed his jacket to the ground and before she knew it his pants was down on his knees.

'Two more minutes, Dana,, and then stop him and tell him the truth,' she told herself running her hands over this bald scalp loving the feel of it on her palm, then quickly unbuttoning his shirt as he suckled her neck. She would see that come morning, she was sure of it, but damn if she didn't care and wanted more. 

He pushed her bra down. His mouth found a hardened nipple and went to town on it. Suckling it as if milk were bout to burst forth. 

'Shit! Damn!' her mind cursed, but she only bit her lip to fight the urge to speak not wanting him to hear her voice knowing she would give her identity away.

He carried her to the bed, his mouth still attached to her breast and when her back touched the bed, he was over her continuing his plight down to where her passion was overflowing.

His hands moved between her thighs and one of his thick digits pressed passed her panties and into her heaven. 

"Fuck, D. You so wet. You've never been this damn wet before." He chuckled triumphantly as he removed his finger and sucked nosily on it. 

She sat up, not wanting him to get a good look at her face, but he wasn't interested in looking at her face at that moment because his face followed his hands again as he pushed her panties out the way and that fat strapping tongue of his lavish some real special attention that she hadn't gotten in almost a decade. Oh damn! Oh damn!

When he came up, his deep almond eyes were glistening in passion as his face was covered in her juice. Just as he stood up to climb on the bed, she leaned over and engulfed him deep in her mouth.

"Oh f-f-f..." He couldn't even get the whole curse out and his thighs trembled as she found she was so damn starving for dick, her nose was touching the hairs of his groin. She was swallowing his eight thick inches whole and loving every sweet inch of it.

Jerome shoved her shoulders down on the bed and sumptuously connected his mouth with hers as he drove his shaft deep in her wet cavern to the hilt. He was mindless in pleasure and she met his thrust, bracing for impact, arching her back and scratching his ass for more.

He was growing inside her and she knew he was coming just as she exploded and her inner muscles massaged his thick shaft. 

She could feel his come running down her ass as he strained to breath in the crook of her neck. 'You are so bad,' she giggled to herself, but quickly stifled it just as he abruptly moved up to look down at her.

He narrowed his eyes and then suddenly frowned. "Dana?"

PART 2

Dana didn't know what to say or do. The look in his eyes still showed he was unsure as to whom he had been making love to or would that be called making love? No, Dana had been thoroughly fucked and she wasn't going to feel bad about it. 

But she sufficed the satisfied giggle that wanted to burst forth from her lips.

Jerome dislodged abruptly and she gasped as the movement created an erotic spasm. He quickly fixed his clothes and began to pace his big body in front of her, while she slowly sat up feeling a slight soreness between her leg.

"Dana!" he hissed.

She nodded sheepishly and stood up straightening up her underwear.

Jerome turned his back to her quickly. She smiled feeling a bit honored by his respect even after what they had just shared as she put on the ugly green dress and laid the wedding dress on the bed over the stain 'they' had created.

"Denise is downstairs," Dana said quietly as he turned back around to face her. 

He flinched at looking at the horrible dress, but then those cool brown eyes settled on her face again. "Why?"

She shrugged and lowered her eyes now embarrassed. "I won't tell," she promised as she moved to unlock the door.

He grabbed her arm and swung her around. His lips hungrily kissed her and Dana felt her pulse rising as he pulled her against his wide chest and those large arms circled her waist and his hands cupped her ass. Damn, he smelled good, he kissed good and he felt good all over.

When he moved away, he said, "I want you."

Breathlessly she said, "That sounds personal."

Shrieks and screams were coming up the stairs and they knew Denise was coming back. He practically dragged her into the closet and closed the door. They could see through the door's blinds as the bedroom door slam open. Her sister's entourage followed her sister in. 

Denise snatched up the dress. "Hurry up!" she screamed at them. 

Dana felt Jerome press his body close to hers, but she knew he was trying to see what was going on. Still his breath could be felt on the corners of her ear. She closed her eyes briefly feeling her body responding to his proximity. Damn, all the other times, she had admired Jerome from afar. He had never come this close unless it was a brief handshake or passing by. Never this close.

The sorority sisters clamored about Denise to help her on with the dress. 

Denise's best friend, Gloria, went over to the bed that had been messed up during their tryst and looked hard at the bedspread.

"Who messed up the bed?" Gloria asked.

Dana gasped and Jerome quickly put a hand over her mouth

Denise stopped what she was doing and looked at the bed. "Who the fuck was on my bed?"

Everyone in the vicinity of Denise denied it.

Dana wanted to whimper in dismay, but with Jerome covering her mouth and his body pressed so damn close to her, her body was very aware that they couldn't make a sound.

"Where's Dana?" Gloria asked suspiciously.

"Who cares," Denise sneered.

"I'm asking because she is probably the one who did it."

Denise seethed, "That selfish trifling heifer. What the hell was she doing on it?"

Dana seriously wanted to defend or lie or something because she didn't want Jerome to hear this, but he didn't seemed fazed by the malevolence in Denise's voice. Instead, his free hand was now roaming down her waist and was slowly hiking up her dress. She tried to stop his hand, but then his lips began to attack the crook of her neck.

Once her thighs were revealed, he moved his hand between her legs and pleasingly massaged her clit until her hips grinded against his groin. He had become erect, but his intentions for arousing her were different this time. 

The hand that covered her mouth moved away to caress her neck and move to the front of her dress to gently squeeze each breast making her nipples instantly hardened.

He dropped to his knees and moved her until her front pressed against the wall next to the door. The shrieks and noises outside the door seem to completely die away as his mouth moved in to taste her. He parted her thighs and dipped his face into the crack. His tongue lavished attention to her puckered hole as his thick digits dipped into her wetness exciting her even more. 

She was mindless to anything but the pleasurable exhilaration he was evoking in her. The tip of his delicious tongue licked her backside, down the crack and even lapped around the labia. He was eating her like he hadn't eaten in days and Dana was enjoying every second of it.

When he stood abruptly, she felt his shaft press again her backside and with all the moistness, he easily slipped the tip of his hardened penis into her ass. Never having experienced this, Dana at first tightened up, but his kisses to her neck and back for some reason instantly relaxed her. 

His hand continued to stimulate her clit, while he pressed himself fully inside her. She bit her lip trying not to giggle at his whispered curses of pleasure. The more his hand moved the more stimulated she became and he gyrated his hips thrusting his pole into her tightness. He had begun to sweat. She crooked her head back to enjoy his mouth, tasting her essence on his lips, and entangle her tongue with his. 

His fingers titillated her to orgasm at the same time he exploded deep in her ass. She was soundly filled and prayed they had not made enough noise over Denise's shrieking to be heard.

"You don't taste like cow."

She had to cover her mouth to suffice a giggle.

"We're so fucking bad," he whispered in her ear with a deep chuckle. 

In her mind, she said, 'Yes, we are. Would it be wrong to ask for more?'

When he dislodged, she faced him and watched as he yanked a shirt off the hook to clean himself before straightening up his clothes.

He leaned in and kissed her softly. She responded tenderly touched by his gentleness.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm not marrying your sister, Dana."

Part 3

Before she could even respond to that, he covered her mouth as someone's voice came closer to the closet.

"It's on the inside of the door," Gloria was instructing someone.

The door suddenly swung opened and a slender arm reached in, grabbed the white shawl hanging on the door and the door slammed back.

She pushed Jerome away and quickly put on her dress. Jerome zipped it up for her.

"Did you see that?" Gloria inquired, from the bedroom.

"What?" Denise asked.

"In the closet."

Dana shoved Jerome to the back of the closet behind the clothes and moved in front of the door just as it swung open.

The entourage stood behind Denise, who was glaring at Dana.

"What the hell are you doing in my closet?" Denise demanded.

"And what's wrong with your hair?" Gloria instigated.

Dana snorted obviously. "I fell asleep on your bed waiting for this boring wedding to start and I messed up my hair. When I heard you all coming back I knew you'd pitch a bitch, Denise, so I ran to the closet." She felt her dark brown shoulder length locks were going everywhere and tried to make sense out of them without a mirror.

A knock on the door and their mother peaked her head in. "The groom's limousine just arrived."

Denise forgot about Dana and quickly demanded for someone to help her with her dress and veil.

Dana stepped out the closet and closed the door, wondering how were they going to get Jerome to the alter without Denise or her stupid soros seeing him.

"Trisha," Gloria called on of the soros. "Go make sure the groom's men stay outside except for Andre and we'll finish dressing Denise in the family room." 

Her sister didn't protest once her dress was zipped back up and her entourage followed her out the room to take the backstairs to the family room.

Gloria caught Trisha's arm and said, "Bring Andre up here. I'll make some sense out of Dana's hair." Her tone was filled with disgust as if she dreaded the deed of even touching Dana.

Dana tried to leave out, but Gloria blocked her way.

"I was going to the bathroom downstairs," Dana said. "I think I can fix my own hair."

"No, you can't and I won't have Denise's wedding ruined by you. You of all people know she's been waiting for this her whole life." Gloria moved behind Dana and feverishly worked her hair back into the ugly bun.

A knock on the door came again and Andre entered the room. He was Jerome's best friend and Gloria's husband.

After a short kiss of affection, Gloria asked him. "And how late did the groom stay out drinking?"

Andre shrugged. "Hell if I know, but while we were around him, he never touched a drop. He ducked out the hotel about four this morning, moping about how Denise's been denying him for the past six months." His tone sounded just a little bit too proud. "I thought for sure he'd sneak over here to get a piece. He hit my cell phone at eight this morning to let me know he picked up a new tuxedo, instead of coming back to the hotel to get his. I got his anyways, just in case."

"We haven't seen him," Gloria said, finishing up Dana's hair.

"Let me call his cell," Andre said worriedly.

Dana gasped knowing if Jerome was in the closet and his cell went off, Andre and Gloria would know where he was hiding.

"WAIT!" Dana screamed at the top of her lungs, holding on to Andre's hand before he pressed any buttons. "Should you just check the rest of the house before CALLING JEROME'S CELL PHONE TO FIND HIM?"

"You're talking crazy!" Andre snipped and wrangled his arm back before pressing the buttons on his phone.

Dana breathed a sigh of relief when seconds passed and nothing was heard.

"It went to voicemail," Andre said. "I'll call again in a minute. How's Denise? She okay? She hasn't backed out yet?" He looked really concerned.

"Bossy and snappish as usual. Let me walk you out, so you can give me some uppers to help Denise. She really needs something to calm her ass down," Gloria said, but looked back at Dana sharply. "Don't get messed up anymore before the ceremony." 

Dana only nodded too happy to see them leave. When the cost was clear, Jerome came out the closet looking a bit sheepish, yet still devilishly handsome.

He started for her, but she put her hands out to stop to stop him.

"Not another step, Jerome Alexander Lott," she ordered. This had been the most she'd ever spoken to him or any guy. "You would be a fool to alter a very important life decision, because of a silly fling you had with your soon to be sister! Denise and I may not get along, but I refuse to be the cause of ruining the day she's waited for her entire life."

Jerome looked almost upset at her soliloquy. "You're right." 

"Furthermore, I apologize for everything. I was wrong to allow you to do that and even more wrong for letting it happen again."

He frowned.

"Aren't you going to apologize too?" she asked.

"Why?" he asked insulted. "I'm not sorry."

She rolled her eyes heavenwards. He could be so incorrigible. "Then know this, Jerome. It won't happen again."

A smirk crossed those gorgeous thick lips of his making her heart jump. He approached her, but didn't touch her. "We'll see about that, Dana."

When he was gone out the room, she breathed a sigh of relief. She just needed this whole day over with. Going into the private master bathroom, she showered quickly without messing up her hair, then use Denise's vanity mirror to reapply her make up and borrowed some of her sister's underwear.




Mistaken Identity



"Pass the sugar?" Angelique asked as she shoveled a last forkful of eggs into her mouth. 

Santha pushed the little dispenser across the small table while staring out the kitchen window. The sun wouldn't make it out today, she thought. From the overcast sky she believed it would probably be raining before noon. Not that it would be unusual; it rained more often than not here in New Orleans, especially during the spring. Angelique tossed her head, sending her mane of long blonde hair over her shoulder and quickly scribbled in her workbook as she distractedly poured way too much sugar into her coffee cup. 

Santha and Angelique were identical twins. So alike in body shape, that even their own mother couldn't tell them apart. So dislike one another in temperament that people could scarcely believe they were related. Angelique was outgoing and gregarious, while her sister was shy and retiring. People who knew them well could tell them apart by their mannerisms and speech patterns, but only in certain situations was it obvious which one was which.

Sitting at the small dinette in the tidy little kitchen they looked like a before and after picture. Santha was before, hair mussed from sleep, no make up and still wearing her nightshirt. Angelique was the after, hair brushed out, immaculately made up and wearing a red dress that was extremely daring. 

Santha smiled and waited for her sister to take a sip of the coffee. When she did she nearly sprayed it all over everything and the shy blonde began giggling while her sister stared at her like it was her fault.

"Very funny," Angel said as she stood up, emptied the cup into the sink, and poured herself another. 

Angelique was the wild child. Free spirited, daring, brash and uninhibited, she had been the most popular girl in school and that was based not only on her beauty but also on her rampant sex drive. Santha was the exact opposite, shy, retiring, a bit of a bookworm and content to stay home on even Friday nights curled up with a good book. 

Angelique was a sexual dynamo, in high school she had dated boys, early in college she decided she was bi, but in the last year she had become very secretive and unusually discreet. Santha noticed this of course, but was not the kind to pry. Despite their different personalities the two girls had a very strong and loving relationship. 

It was a Friday and just like every Friday, Angelique was getting ready for classes. Santha already had her undergraduate degree and was a teaching assistant in the Anthropology department, working on her masters. Friday was her late day, she didn't even have to be to the campus until 3:00 to hold office hours and she often didn't have any appointments so she could head home even earlier. Angelique was a fifth year senior and still struggling to get her MBA. Friday was her hell day and she didn't usually get in from classes before six.

Today Angelique wore a red mini dress that showed off most of her long, supple legs, with high heels and a black choker. The dress fit snugly across her small breasts and the scoop neck showed a daring amount of cleavage. Santha would be embarrassed to be seen in anything so revealing and she always thought the choker looked more like a collar. Still, she had to admit against her sister's pale skin and framed by her long blonde hair it was stunning.

Santha was still wearing her pink Winnie the Pooh nightshirt and hadn't even combed out her long blonde hair; in fact she was going back to bed as soon as her sister vacated the house. Angelique gulped down her cup of coffee and grabbed her book bag. Santha shook her head as she glanced at the clock, her sister was running late as usual.

"Still going home this weekend?" Angel asked, almost too casually.

"Yes, you and your boyfriend will have the apartment to yourselves, Just stay out of my room," Santha replied while sipping her coffee.

"You're great sis, love you," Angelique said as she kissed her sister on the cheek and bolted out the door. 

Santha smiled and sipped on her coffee. She genuinely liked going home, but Angelique hated it. They came from a very small town that was very traditional and close knit. Her sister always felt caged there, unable to be herself. She went home only for holidays and left as soon as was practical. She considered Santha going home on the weekend and leaving her the apartment to be very sweet, but to Santha it was not a big deal. She loved New Orleans, but she never went out and her innate shyness kept her house bound so often she was actually glad for the change of scenery. At home she had a few friends and even if they weren't about, she loved sleeping in her own bed. She finished her coffee, placed her cup and Angelique's plate in the sink and ran water over them before returning to bed. 

She has almost faded back to sleep when she heard a knock at the door. Santha rose sleepily and trudged down the hall. Angel was so forgetful and she wondered what her sister had left behind today. She unbolted the door and opened it without even checking the peephole. 

A very tall woman with black hair and aquiline features was standing there. She wore a black leather coat that fell to midcalf and black leather boots that disappeared under the coat. Her hair was worn short and her full lips were painted blood red. She was strikingly beautiful and there was an aura of power around her that took Santha's breath away. In one hand she held a heavy suitcase and in the other what looked to be a leash, but Santha didn't see a dog anywhere. 

"What's this my pretty? Where's your collar?" she said as she pushed her way past a stunned Santha and tossed her suitcase on the sofa.

"Excuse me?"

"And no heels, someone is begging for a spanking I think."

"Spanking!" Santha exclaimed in shock, "Now wait just a minute."

"I see you have developed a rebellious streak while I was away," the tall beauty interrupted, "I suppose you need to be reminded of your place." 

As the woman spoke her hand darted into her jacket pocket and came out with a black leather strap with a round red ball in the middle and buckles on each end.

"No wait, you're making a mistake," Santha blurted out as the woman advanced on her.

"Oh no my pet, it's you who has made the mistake. I see two months away is too long to leave you, luckily I expected a little rebellion, hmm?" the woman said as she moved suddenly and pressed Santha against the door. 

Before Santha could even think the tall woman forced the red ball against her lips. The small girl held her teeth tightly shut, but the woman grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard, causing her to gasp and when her mouth opened the red ball was shoved in. It tasted like a rubber band and she tried to spit it out, but the woman's hands were already behind her head buckling the strap. Santha tried to struggle, but the woman caught her arm and twisted it behind her. Santha screamed into the gag, more from surprise than pain. 

The woman held her arm behind her back and marched her down the hallway towards the bedrooms. With her arm pinioned behind her back, and the woman's height, she was forced to walk on tiptoe and could do little to resist. Santha thought of all the terrible and horrifying crime stories she had read. 

Who was this woman? How could she get away? The tall woman shoved her into Angelique's room and threw her none too gently onto the big waterbed. Santha floundered, trying to get up and run. Her mind was racing and she desperately wanted to get to the alarm box in the kitchen. She had just rolled over when she saw the woman undo the lock on Angelique's footlocker. From the blue trunk she pulled out a set of black leather manacles connected by a short length of silver chain. 

"Well, at least you have kept my presents in good working order," the woman said arching her eyebrow. 

Her voice was familiar, tinged with a Slavic accent of some sort.

Presents? How did she get the key to Angel's footlocker? What were manacles doing in there anyway? Santha was so confused and so scared it took a few moments for everything to sink in. When it all did the only possible answer hit her like a ton of bricks. This woman was her sister's lover; the one who had been visiting while Santha was home. She was so shocked she could only shake her head. 

"Now, let's get you out of that ridiculous nightgown," she said as she mounted the bed. Santha lunged upwards, but the woman seemed ready for her. She placed her hand between Santha's breasts and shoved down hard, forcing the small girl back onto the waterbed. Santha swung her hand up and hit the woman in the face.

"All right my pretty, if that's the way you want to play," the tall woman hissed. 

Her hands grabbed the hem of Santha's nightshirt and roughly jerked it up and over her head. The small girl's breasts bounced free and she blushed crimson, rolling over quickly and trying to get a hold on the bed frame to pull her self away from this woman. She felt a grip like iron on her wrist, dragging it back behind her and then she felt the cuff being fitted around her it.

"No please," she cried, but only a muffled wail escaped the gag. 

The woman in the leather jacket paid no heed and expertly secured Santha's right hand. In moments she felt her left wrist seized and dragged inexorably back. It too was secured after a few moments of kicking and screaming into the gag. Santha jerked her arms left and right, but the manacles were strong and she found she had only a little freedom to move her arms. From the trunk the woman seized another set of manacles. These she attached to Santha's arms, above her elbows and pulled the slack out, until her arms were pinioned behind her back, the elbows almost touching. 

Santha screamed into her gag and began to twist and turn when she felt long; elegant fingers curl into the waistband of her panties. She clamped her thighs tightly together and continued to struggle until she heard the tall woman snort in frustration and rip them off her body. She was so humiliated, naked and bound, unable to tell the woman who she was. She felt the woman's weight on her back and screamed again into her gag when she felt her head jerked up by her hair, forcing her to arch her back.

A heavy leather collar was placed around her long, slender neck, forcing her to keep her head up. She felt her captor lacing it up behind her head and tried to struggle again. The woman was moving swiftly, and soon Santha found her legs spread wide and manacled into an expandable spreader bar.

She felt the tears start when the woman's hand was thrust roughly between her legs and grabbed a handful of her pubic hair. 

"Well, my pretty. It seems you really want the works. No collar, a furry bush, and kicking and spitting. Very well, my pet, we'll do it your way," she said as she clipped nylon straps from the bedposts to the spreader bar. 

With ease she lifted Santha's slight frame and jammed two pillows under her ass. From the headboard she clipped straps to D rings on the sides of the thick collar. Santha was totally helpless and the woman didn't seem to take any heed of the hot tears that poured down her cheeks.

From the chest she brought out a strange looking device of elastic straps, which she proceeded to fit around Santha's hips. Once fitted she tightened it up and Santha realized that it fit over her body like a pair of panties, but without cloth, a strap around her waist, and two between her legs. She felt a cold shiver where a metal circle was fitted over her entrance. 

"Let's see, what do you think, the red or the blue?" the tall woman asked rhetorically, holding a fat red vibe and a long blue jelly dildo in either hand. Neither was extremely long, but both were significantly stouter than the small vibe she kept hidden under her mattress. That small vibe was larger than either of her boyfriends back in highschool had been and she felt her inner muscles contract in apprehension.

"I think red will do nicely," she said as she tossed the blue one on the bed and crawled between Santha's splayed thighs. The tall woman produced a tube of lubricant from somewhere and slicked up the vibe as Santha struggled and screamed into her gag. Tears of humiliation poured down her cheeks as she felt this strange woman's hands on her most private parts, spreading her lips and pushing the cold ring of steel tightly against her. 

The small girl's eyes dilated and her nostrils flared when Katrina pressed the tip of the vibe to her entrance. Screams turned to a groan as she felt it being pressed home, nosing deeper into her body, shoving tissue aside and stretching her like never before. Along with the fullness was a deep and powerful vibration that seemed to shake her whole lower body. She heard the metallic click as the base of the vibe seated against the metal ring. The dark haired woman pulled a short leather strap across the base and snapped it to the other side of the metal ring, securing the vibe.

"Well, that should keep you out of trouble, my little brat. Now, you be good and enjoy your little friend, I need some coffee and to get unpacked," she said as she stood up and headed for the door.

Santha screamed into her gag and struggled, causing the big woman to stop and look back at her.

"What? Oh, how silly of me, I forgot your nipple clamps, is that what my baby was upset about?" she cooed as she returned to the footlocker. 

She rose with a long silver chain dangling from her middle finger. On each end was a long thin clamp with a black knob near the springs. The woman walked around and sat next to Santha. She reached out and began to gently knead the helpless girl's breast. Santha shivered as she felt the woman's soft, warm hand. In contrast to earlier it was very gentle and warm. The shy girl was breathing hard, fast and shallow, causing her to feel lightheaded. To add to her predicament she felt acute shame when her nipple grew hard under Katrina's expert caress.

Santha squealed into her gag when she felt the clamp bite into her sensitive nipple. It hurt, a sharp shooting pain that quickly ebbed to a dull ache.

"Oh now, it isn't that tight, stop your wiggling or I'll really turn the screws up!"

The threat may not have been serious, but how could she be sure? She had never even guessed at this side to her sister in her darkest dreams. Petrified with fear, she held very still as the tall woman placed the other clamp around her nipple and released it. Another sharp pain, followed by that dull ache. Santha watched as the big woman laughed, got up and left the room.

As soon as she was gone, the small girl began to struggle against her bonds. It took only a short while to tire herself out, while impressing upon her how helpless she was. Unable to get away, she wondered what was going to happen to her, but her thoughts were disjointed and it was hard to concentrate. 

Katrina. This woman sounded just like the real estate agent who helped Angel get this apartment and called occasionally. Santha realized now the woman was her sister's lover and the calls about real estate had just been to keep her in the dark. Even that thought was fleeting; it was getting very difficult for her to concentrate.

She had never had anything as fat as the vibe inside her and it was starting to really become distracting. The vibration was deep and seemed to be shaking her bottom apart with its deep throbbing. She swore she could feel it in her ass. As time passed she felt her body responding to it, her pussy lubricating and her inner muscles gently squeezing the fat intruder. Time seemed to slow as the sensations became more and more insistent. 

As good as it felt, she quickly realized it would be impossible to get off. The spreader bar kept her from using her thighs and the manacles kept her hands out of action. By the time Katrina returned Santha's hips were jogging and she was moaning softly into the gag.

"Nothing like a pussy pleaser to put a naughty girl in her place," she said as she patted Santha's thigh.

Katrina strolled into the bathroom and returned sometime later with a towel thrown over her shoulder and a plastic bowl of hot water in her hands. She placed the towel over Santha's thigh and put the bowl on the floor, then returned to the bathroom.

Santha watched all this with apprehension, but her body was going into overdrive and she was losing her fear. Her pussy throbbed with need and she could feel her heartbeat in her nipples, the dull pain now mixing with the heady pleasure. Katrina returned, with a pink razor in one hand and a can of silky shaving cream in the other. Santha suddenly realized what she was up to and began to struggle again, screaming into the gag as tears welled in her big eyes.

Katrina filled her hand with lather and then began to rub it into Santha's downy golden pubes. Santha twisted her hips and tried to dislodge the big woman's hand, but to no avail. She was still squirming when she felt the cold steel of the razor on her skin and froze.

"About time. Now hold very still, I wouldn't forgive myself if I cut you."

Santha held very still and closed her eyes, resigned to this indignity. For all her strength, the big woman seemed remarkably gentle, the first kiss of the razor was along the edge of her mound, no worse really than when she did her own bikini area. It was a strange thrill, feeling another person's hand in such an intimate place, but it was also mildly exciting.

Katrina was careful, but efficient, each stroke removing the fine hairs and only rarely abrading the sensitive pink skin. She worked from the outsides in, taking more and more off with each kiss of the razor.

Santha moaned into her gag. Sensations seemed exaggerated, the cool of the razor, the warmth of her hands, and the wild thrills that were emanating in her now soaked pussy and rocketing through her system to her dazed brain. It ended before she was ready, the soft terry cloth gently abrading her skin as Katrina wiped her now bald pussy clean. She followed with a handful of aftershave that sent a flood of minor burning through Santha's system as it found the many minor nicks.

"Mmmmmm, nothing like a freshly shaved cunt. Especially when it's fat and ready. Think I'll have some. Now you be good ya hear? Act up and you'll get the lash rather than the paddle for your insolence."

Santha couldn't have struggled if she wanted to she was absolutely petrified. She watched as Katrina slipped between her legs and shivered when the big woman kissed her inner thigh. She couldn't believe how different her pussy looked bald. It was fatter, more prominent and it seemed more open. She felt deliciously vulnerable and a shiver ran up her spine that had nothing to do with Katrina's soft lips.

With two fingers she pressed Santha's lips apart. The big woman flattened her tongue and ran it up Santha's pussy. Santha nearly orgasmed, nothing in her meager experience had ever felt so good. She had only had three boyfriends, mostly nerdish guys like herself and while she had enjoyed sex with them, none had ever eaten her.

Lost in the sensation, Santha wondered why the big woman had stopped. She opened her eyes to find the woman staring at her with a puzzled expression.

"Have you been sick baby?" she asked.

Santha shook her head, unsure of what was going on.

"Hmmm. Must have changed your diet then," she mused, "Or hell, maybe I've just been away too long. You taste sweeter than usual though. Whatever it is, I like it," she continued, winking before lowering her head back to Santha's pussy.

Santha was shocked that the woman could tell a difference in taste between herself and her sister. She wanted to say something, to get her attention, but before she could the woman's long tongue stroked over her sensitive inner folds and she involuntarily threw her head back. A second swipe sent shivers of pleasure through her, causing her to arch her back and push her pussy up, almost like an offering.




Mistaken Identity



Santha's mind was in turmoil. She felt helpless, and apprehensive, but that very feeling seemed to be driving the fire in her pussy, adding a dimension to her arousal she had never encountered. It was so wrong to have a woman doing such things to her, but the mental blocks against it were crumbling under the assault of such undeniable pleasure. Even the mild pain from her nipples seemed to be woven into the tapestry of sensation, bringing with it another level of awareness. Her rational mind was quickly falling by the wayside as the mounting physical sensations simply pushed thought from her head.

Kat seemed determined to drive her insane, delicately tonguing her clitoral hood while unsnapping the strap across the base of the vibe. She caught it with her free hand and began to slide it in and out of Santha's pussy, twisting it as she did so. Her tongue teased and feathered Santha's clitoral hood, slowly drawing the little organ out. For a while she avoided it, keeping her tongue out of direct contact, but licking all around it. 

Santha groaned, jogging her hips to meet the vibe's thrusts. She felt strange, her body was tense, far more so than she was used to in sessions with her vibe. Her inner muscles clamped down, as if trying to hold the vibe inside and her limbs felt cold. When her anus began to clench in time to the soft tonguing she whimpered into the gag. The influx of sensation was becoming overwhelming and she was fighting against her impending orgasm. 

Santha ceased fighting and gave herself to the moment. She could feel it building, and she wanted it now, wanted to feel the release that she knew would come with it. Kat had other ideas, and pulled the vibe out, lifting her face from her captive's quivering pussy at the last possible moment.

The small blonde cried into her gag in frustration, her eyes pleading with the woman whose face now glistened with her juices.

"Now, now, you know better than to cum before I give you permission. You really are in a mood today aren't you? Hmmm? I think you need your ass tanned," she said as she wiped her face with the back of her hand and dismounted from the bed.

She undid the straps holding Santha's legs in place and shortened the collapsible bar until her legs were held together about a foot apart. She then undid the clips on Santha's collar and effortlessly picked her up, carrying her into the living room. Kat placed Santha on the sofa and stood back, slowly removing her leather jacket. Underneath she wore a pair of black jodhpurs and a white blouse. The small girl could tell she was braless, as her large breasts strained against the linen and her dark aureoles were evident behind the thin material. She had on a black belt and from it hung a stout black leather paddle.

Katrina seated herself in the old rocker Angelique had insisted they bring from home. She smacked the paddle into the palm of her hand and smiled wickedly at Santha. 

"Now, be a good girl and come get your spanking."

When Santha didn't move her face hardened, though her smile stayed frozen in place.

"I'll give you the count of three young lady. Continue this insolent behavior and I'll string you up and use the cat on you. Get your ass across my lap…Now!"

Santha struggled to her feet and hobbled towards her. She wasn't sure if it was the threat of the whip or the burning desire that drove her, but she didn't even consider resisting now. She meekly draped herself across the big woman's lap, with her head and feet on the floor and her ass upthrust.

"Much better," Kat said as she stroked the soft pale skin of Santha's ass.

The first blow landed with breath taking suddenness. Santha screamed into her gag as the fiery sting cut though the fog of lust. Another fell and another, soon the room was filled with the rhythmic smack of leather on flesh and Santha's nearly hysterical cries, muffled by the gag. 

Santha hadn't been spanked in years and she had forgotten how much it stung, but over time a strange thing happened. The fierce heat radiating from her ass seemed to mingle and fuse with the burning need in her pussy. She found herself anticipating the next one, wanting the fiery blast of pain/pleasure it would bring. Her face was streaked with tears, but she could also feel her juices oozing from her swollen sex.

"Well, that's a lot better," Katrina said as she tossed the paddle aside and gently pushed Santha off her lap.

Santha was dazed and didn't move, even when Katrina left her alone while she went back to the bedroom. She was curled up on the floor and panting when the big woman returned. Santha looked up and all the blood drained from her face.

The tall woman was naked, from the waist down. A broad black girdle was around her waist and an imposing black dildo bobbed lewdly from the triangle of leather that covered her mound. She had several black straps in one hand and a tube of lubricant in the other.

She easily picked up the stunned girl and laid her face first across one of the stout end tables. Her head hung down and she could see back between her legs as the woman quickly adjusted the spreader bar and then strapped her thighs tightly to the table legs.

"Now, it's time for some serious fucking. You better be good and wait till give you permission to cum angel, or it will be a long weekend for you," she said as she undid the buckles and pulled the leather strap panties or whatever they were from around Santha's trim waist.

The tall woman stroked the imposing dildo and scooted between the bound girl's legs. Santha could see the huge black cock bobbing from the woman's hips and groaned into her gag. She was sure it would split her in half and tears ran down her face. Partly fear, but more humiliation because she wanted it so badly. At that moment a key rattled in the door and Angelique stepped into the house. She froze, the shock on her face was evident.

"Katrina? Santha? What the fuck!?"

"Santha?" the big woman exclaimed then looked back at her bound victim. 

Her eyes went back to the girl in the red dress and collar standing in the door way.

"Oh my god!" Katrina wailed as it became evident to her what had happened.

Angelique quickly closed the door as Katrina began undoing the straps that held Santha's legs. Angelique rushed over and began unbuckling the ball gag.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Angelique screamed.

"I'm sorry angel, you said be here at nine, I came in and…Oh my god," she said as the blood drained from her face.

"Santh? Baby? Are you all right?" Angelique cried as she tossed the gag to the floor and started unlacing the collar. 

Santha's head was still down and her breathing was ragged, she tried to speak, but could only mumble.

"What did you do to her?" Angelique demanded.

"I thought it was you, I didn't know…" she whispered as she fell back on her knees, her hands hanging at her sides. 

Angelique reached out and slapped her, hard.

"Snap out of it! What did you do to her?" Angelique demanded as she undid the manacles that held Santha's arms prisoner. 

Katrina shook her head and took a deep breath.

"The normal stuff. I thought she was you, playing the brat, so I…I gave her the full treatment," she finished in a whisper.

"Fuck! This can not be happening! Help me get her to her bed," Angelique cried. 

Katrina nodded and scooped Santha up in her strong arms, taking her down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Angelique ran ahead and opened the door to Santha's room. Katrina balked when she saw the room, so girlish and innocent, but managed to lay Santha on the bed. Angelique then noticed her sister's shaved pussy. 

"You shaved her bush?" she shouted. 

Katrina shrugged helplessly. 

"How could you be so stupid? She isn't even gay! Fuck, she's never even been out on a date since highschool," Angelique finished, breaking down into tears as she held Santha's hand.

"I'll leave," Katrina said, rising slowly.

"I think you'd better," Angelique said harshly. 

The big woman stood and turned, shoulders bowed and started towards the door of the room.

"No, don't go," a soft voice called. 

Both turned their heads quickly to see Santha slowly sitting up.

"I'm so sorry sis," Angelique said as she helped her sister to sit up against the pillows.

"Don't be mad at her," the shy girl said blushing furiously. 

Angelique looked at her carefully and then a ghost of a smile crossed her face.

"I'm not really, I was just worried sick about you."

"I'm all right, I just…" she couldn't finish and hid her face in her hands. 

Angelique laughed then, a laugh that was more relief than humor. Katrina sat on the bed, still looking forlorn. Angelique took her hand and kissed the back of it, which caused the big woman to smile sheepishly.

"I'm so sorry Santha," she started, fumbling for words, "I really didn't know it was you," she finished lamely. 

Santha blushed furiously and again hid her face in her hands.

"I don't think an apology is going to be enough," Angelique said, with a smirk. 

When Katrina looked at her in confusion the blonde smiled.

"I think what my sister is trying to say is you have gotten her all hot and horny and if you want to make things right you are going to have to fix that, isn't that right Santh?"

The shy girl looked again at Katrina and nodded, still blushing furiously. Angel shook her head and kissed Santha's forehead.

For a long while the room was silent. Katrina had her head down and was shaking slightly and Santha was mortally embarrassed. Katrina had seemed so strong, so commanding and powerful, but now she seemed small and upset. Santha impulsively reached out and took her hand.

"It's all right," the shy girl said in a near whisper. 

The tall woman looked up at her and Santha was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Katrina said earnestly.

"Don't be. I…I've never felt so good. I had no idea…I mean, I didn't know doing it could be so much fun," Santha faltered.

"Oh, she's barrels of fun," Angelique snickered.

"It's a lot of fun, but I would never…I mean, I'm a domme but I'm no rapist!"

"I'm not upset…I mean, I am, but I'm not mad, I'm just…Oh god, I'm dying to get laid," Santha blurted, her whole body flushing.

"Well, I'm sure you can. Just call your boyfriend, I'll take Angel out and we will leave the house to you," Katrina replied.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Girlfriend?"

"No," Santha whispered.

Katrina looked at her with a scowl and then tentatively reached out and touched her hip. Her hand was so soft and gentle as it stroked back and forth. Santha sighed and parted her thighs. The big woman eased herself between the girl's slim legs and then hesitated.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, just be gentle please," Santha said, her eyes now locked onto the monstrous dildo dangling from Katrina's wide hips.

"I will, I swear," Katrina said encouragingly, "Just relax, baby."

"I'll see to it she is," Angelique said, taking Santha's hand in her own.

It was so strange, having her sister here, but it was comforting. Santha knew if she didn't have Angel there to give her encouragement she would chicken out. While that didn't seem too terrible and in fact part of her wanted to, the taste of pleasure she had experienced was so unreal she couldn't just forget it. She knew she might never again have the chance to do this and she silently thanked Angel for being there. It seemed her sister understood, as she held her hand and gently wiped her brow.

"Angel?" Kat asked hesitantly.

"Go ahead lover. Just be gentle with her, and make sure you remember it isn't me. I know how you are when you get going and she isn't up for some of things you know I love."

Katrina scooted up on her knees and used one hand to gently spread Santha's still damp lips. With the other she lined the head of the huge cock up with the slight girl's entrance. Katrina leaned over, holding her weight up on her arms and spreading her knees wider. She slowly lowered herself, but felt the thick cock bend rather than penetrate. Falling to her elbow, she reached back with her right hand and grasped the big dildo and held it on target. 

Santha groaned as she felt the head pressing against her entrance. Katrina moved her head to Santha's shoulder and whispered in her ear.

"Have you ever had a really big cock baby?"

"No," Santha hissed.

"Relax, you're gonna love it. Wrap your legs around me," Katrina commanded.

Santha moved her legs and as she did so the head forced its way into her tunnel. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed wiggling under Katrina, but the big woman let more of her weight rest on the dildo, driving part of the thick shaft into Santha's tight pussy. 

Katrina nipped her ear lobe as more of the big cock sliced into the quivering girl beneath her.

"Slow!" Santha whimpered.

"I'm trying. You're so fucking tight," Katrina gasped through clenched teeth.

Santha grimaced as more of it was forced into her. She felt like she was about to be split in half.

"Ow! I don't think I can do this."

"Shhh, shhh baby. Just relax, you'll get used to it, I promise," Katrina whispered.

"Just relax sis, it'll feel wonderful in a few minutes," Angelique said encouragingly.

Santha nodded, not trusting her voice and tried to relax. As she breathed deeply her muscles unwound and the dildo slowly sank into her pussy. She looked down, between their bodies, shocked at how widely her lips were stretched. The thick shaft looked so large and she involuntarily tensed, but rather than pain, she felt only a wild thrill at being so full. 

Her inner muscles quivered and gripped the thick shaft and the strong shocks of pleasure she felt overcame her fear. She groaned as Kat's weight forced the last of the huge cock into her pussy.

The big woman held very still, allowing Santha to adjust to the dildo. She kissed her shoulder and neck, eventually moving to the blonde's ear and gently tonguing it.

"How's it feel baby?'

"Good," she grunted.

Katrina nodded and began to work her hips, at first just pressing down and relaxing, but over time she began to flex her hips up, drawing the dildo out slightly before pressing back in. 

Santha's eyes were tightly shut and her legs were locked at the small of Katrina's back. Her hand held onto her sister's hand like it was a lifeline. Soon Kat was pulling over half of the big dildo out with each motion. She wasn't thrusting it back in, but pausing and then letting her weight carry it back slowly. Only when Santha's hips began to rise to meet her did she put any power into it.

"Slow!" Santha mumbled, "please…slow."

Kat didn't slow down, but also didn't increase the pace for a while. When she began to really thrust in earnest, Santha's pussy was so wet and accepting she met almost no resistance.

Santha moaned, and then bit her lower lip. It felt so good! The friction had abated and with it the pain. Now it just felt wonderful, filling her so completely, then leaving her achingly empty. Her hips were rising to meet Kat's thrusts and the leather pad brushing her clit sent sparks of white hot pleasure shooting into her system.

"You're so fucking sexy," Kat whispered as she increased her pace and began to add the power from her thighs to each thrust.

The words of praise felt even better than the dildo and Santha beamed. As the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room she became lost in the sensations, totally oblivious to all around her. 

"Fucking…tight…cunt," Katrina breathed, punctuating each word with a thrust of her hips. 

"Kat!" Angel warned.

"Sorry."

Santha was groaning, mewling and tossing her head when a particularly strong thrust drove the dildo to her very depths. Her whole body spasmed as her pussy went wild, contracting on the big intruder as pulses of pleasure radiated from her center. The release was so powerful it blotted out everything and for a long while she floated along on a wave of good feeling, punctuated by ripples of stronger pleasure. 

She was still in that wonderful place when another orgasm crashed in upon her. It shot though her body at breakneck pace and slammed into her head where it exploded in a wild panoply of light and sensation. She heard herself shriek, the sound eclipsing Katrina's bark of pleasure. 

When she came back to herself Kat was kissing her, the big cock still buried in her pussy, but now still. She kissed back, enjoying the closeness and happiness that followed the orgasmic euphoria. Neither seemed ready to move and she slowly drifted off into a deep and blissful sleep. Only then did she let go of her sister's hand.





Mistaken Identity



She sat quietly at the bar, sipping her tea. Perched on a bar stool, she swung her legs to the music, fingers of her right hand tapping the time on the bar. She put down the thermos cup, and sighed softly, glancing at her watch. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice suddenly said, "waiting for someone?"

She looked up, eyes wide, still startled, and had to force herself not to gape at the man standing in front of her. He was gorgeous; tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, with absolutely wonderful green eyes and a wicked smile. She sputtered an incoherent response, and ended up shaking her head.

He sat on the stool beside her, his arm on the bar, his lips inches from her ear. "Well then," he said "since you're not waiting for someone, would you be willing to spend your time with me?" Again, she was speechless, and she simply nodded her head. He chuckled, a low sound that made her shiver; she was aware of her nipples hardening, and hoped that the dim lighting of the bar hid her reaction. He caught the hunching of her shoulders and looked down, smiling when he discovered what she was trying to hide.

"What's your name?" he asked. She took a deep breath and found her voice, "Hunny," she answered. He smiled at her, "Lovely name for a lovely girl like you." She couldn't help smiling back, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes when she heard the word "girl". She was 40, and though she could pass for younger, she didn't think she qualified as a "girl".

His grin broadened, that mischievous glint in her eyes raised interesting ossibilities. "What are you drinking?" She looked at her themos, then glanced back at him, "tea" she responded. "Tea?!?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. She nodded, "ginger and green tea" she explained. He frowned at her and she instinctively drew back. "Not champagne?" he asked, his expression softening when he realized he'd made her nervous. "No. It gives me a headache." He laughed then, delighted with her honesty. "We definitely don't want that!" 

She picked up her cup, and sipped her tea again, her eyes wandering around the room before returning to his face. "Let's get out of here," he suggested, and was genuinely shocked when she said no. "I can't yet," she added. "Why not? Don't you like me?" She hastened to reassure him that she did, "but I have to sing." His brow cleared, "Ahhh…you're the singer." She nodded, "one of them."

She poured herself more tea, and sipped it. He took the opportunity to study her again. He's noticed her from across the room, an Asian woman, sitting on her own in a bar. She was dressed rather provocatively, and he assumed that she was a prostitute, like the many others he'd seen frequenting the bars, looking for a trick. Her hair curled softly to her shoulders, her eyes were dark and smoky, lips glistening with red gloss. She wore a short skirt that ended an inch or so above her knees, a loose blouse over a tank top. The top was low, exposing the curves of her breast, a hint of her lacy bra. He looked at her legs, they looked smooth and soft to the touch. 

She looked at him, and he smiled at her. She smiled back, full pink lips curving, dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkling. He brushed her knee with his hand, "will you leave with me as soon as you finish singing," he asked. She hesitated for a second. "I don't know your name," she said.

"Jeremy," he answered. 

"Where…where's your house?" she asked.

He smiled triumphantly, knowing he had her. "I live at the Asia Apartments." 

"Really?" She wondered what he was doing in Asia; he lived in a pretty ritzy service apartment, costing a couple of thousand dollars per month.

He nodded again.

Their conversation was interrupted when the guitarist called her to sing. Jeremy listened in amazement when she sang. Her voice was smooth and sultry, he could almost imagine how she would sound when she moaned. She sang a total of 7 songs. She was flushed and smiling when she returned to him. 

"You've got a wonderful voice." 

"Thank you, Jeremy."

"Are you done, now?" She nodded. 

"Let's go then."

She bit her lip, clearly hesitant. He laughed, "Don't you trust me?"

"I…I…we just met!" she protested.

He slid an arm around her shoulders. "I won't hurt you. In fact, I'm going to do everything to make you feel good. It'll be worth your while."

She didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe this was happening. A fantastically good-looking man was picking her up at the bar. Part of her was frightened, the other part yearned to be touched. After a minute she nodded, throwing caution to the wind.

She gathered up her things and went with him to his car. It was an SUV, and she had to climb into it, her skirt rising higher. He grinned with appreciation, and helped her in, before walking to the driver's seat. 

He made small talk during the short drive. She could feel her heart pounding. She was so nervous, she could barely speak. When they got to hotel/apartment, he led her to his room, and she gasped when she saw how luxurious it was. Before she could say a word, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her. "I want you to sing for me, want to hear you moan," he murmured, his hand cupping her breast, stroking her nipple. He undressed her quickly, tugging her clothes off impatiently, grinning when he saw the huge damp spot on the crotch of her lace panties.

She surrendered to his touch, her soft little cries of pleasure punctuating each of his caresses. When his finger entered her sex she moaned low in her throat. "Ah baby, you're still so tight," he said, "my cock is going to feel so good inside you." She pulsed when she heard his words, and he laughed, gently adding a second finger inside her. Her thighs were spread wide, hips undulating, slick velvet tunnel dripping juices. He pushed her back onto the bed, and dipped his head and licked up her slit, flicking over her clit. She cried out again, her hips jerking. He sucked on her clit, and felt her buck and squirm. He refused to release her, his tongue tapping on her clit, teasing it, while he sucked. He felt her convulse, and felt her sex clamp around his fingers, juices running over them. He lifted his head, and looked at her dazed eyes. He withdrew his fingers and licked them, tasting her sweetness, before sharing her juices with her. He nodded in approval when she lapped at his fingers. 

He told her to get on all fours on the bed and spread her thighs. Her cunt twitched when she heard his commanding tone. She quickly complied, turning her head to watch him undress. She was still breathing hard, and she licked her lips when she saw his body, muscled, toned. "Oh god," she whispered, his cock was huge, the biggest she'd ever had. She shivered with a combination of fear and anticipation when he sheathed his cock in a condom.

He got behind her, and lightly swatted her ass. "Such a spankable, fuckable ass" he commented. He smacked her ass again and again, chuckling when she moaned and jerked. "You like that, don't you?", he asked, running his fingers over her drenched slit. He replaced his fingers with his cock, rubbing it against her slippery folds. He teased her clit with his cock head, pulling back when she tried to grind against him. He placed his cock head at her entrance and slowly pushed in. They both cried out when the bulbous tip popped into her tightness. She spread her legs out wider, her hips rocking back. He spanked her again; "Don't move!" he ordered. She tried to keep still, moaning when he teased her by pulling his cock out and only re-inserting the head. Her knees trembled, she wanted him in her, it was making her crazy to feel him only an inch or so deep. She cried out, "more, oh please Jeremy give me more!" 

He smiled and pushed his cock in deeper, but only two inches deeper. She moaned in pleasure and tried to impale herself further on his cock. She was stopped by another sharp slap to her ass. She whimpered in frustration as he continued to tease her, fucking her with shallow thrusts. She wanted all of him.

"Please Jeremy, fuck me! Please, PLEASE," she begged, nearly mindless with lust. She cried out again when he pushed in deeper, but it still wasn't deep enough. "More, Jeremy, MORE, MORE, MORE!" she shamelessly pleaded. He heard the desperation in her voice, and suddenly thrust in home, his balls slapping her clit. She screamed, a high wail of pleasure and pain, "Oh godddddddddddddddd!" He nearly screamed himself, she was incredibly tight around him, a hot velvet vise around his cock, holding him deep. He felt her walls ripple over his shaft. He pulled back slowly, he could feel her softness caressing every inch. He started slowly, letting her feel him, every thick glorious inch of his cock as he withdrew and pushed back in, filling her sex, stretching her open. As the pleasure built for both of them, he began moving faster, his thrusts sharper, deep and rough, his heavy sac slapping against her. He finally allowed her to move then, and reveled in the grinding of her hips, her counterthrusts, the bouncing of her breasts as they fucked. 

He grabbed her nipples, pinching and twisting them, and felt her cunt squeeze him in response. He leaned over her, "Do you want to cum, Hunny? Is that what you want?" She nodded, unable to speak, her mind whirling with the pleasure. His fingers flicked over her clit, and she squealed, her body writhing, her velvet walls gripping him tighter. "Not yet, baby, not til I say, do you understand?" She groaned but nodded, trying desperately to keep her body under control. Her juices were trickling down her thighs, splattering each time his balls slapped against her. He reached down and scooped up her wetness, and rubbed it over her sensitive little ring. She tensed, but was too far gone to stop him. With one slippery finger, he probed her tight bud, suddenly pushing it inside her ass; at the same time telling her to cum hard for him now. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, the sensations were too much to bear, and with a scream of pure lust, her body exploded, her cunt and ass clenching and releasing, juices gushing over his cock. When he felt her orgasm, her soft walls squeezing his cock, he couldn't help it, he came himself, his cock thickening and spurting hot jets of cum into the condom. 

She collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, her cunt still quivering and twitching with little jolts of pleasure. He lay on top of her, his body heavy, possessive. She closed her eyes, every nerve tingling. She felt him pull out of her and slide off the bed. She couldn't find the strength to move; she felt absolutely boneless. She heard him return, and gasped when she felt a warm cloth pressing against her sensitive flesh.  "You're a wet little thing," he said, "soaked completely." She lay there quietly as he cleaned her up. He put the cloth aside and climbed into bed beside her, pulling her close. "Such a sweet little kitten," he whispered in her ear. She purred then, and he laughed, his large hands caressing her. 

She fell asleep, deep and dreamless and awoke to pleasure. She moaned, reaching down, fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed his mouth to her sex. His tongue probed and lapped, alternately thrusting and caressing. She ground her hips against his face, her juices smearing over his chin and lips and cheeks. When he slid a finger into her ass she arched up. He suckled her clit, adding a finger to her pussy. He rocked his fingers into both tight holes, his mouth fastened on her swollen button. She was about to cum when he pulled back. She cried out with frustration, and he laughed, climbing up her body. This time he didn't wait or tease, he simply thrust his cock into her sex, all the way in. She squealed in shock, and came hard, her body bucking wildly, her sex wrapped around his cock like a glove. He rode her through her orgasm, thrusting hard, his body relentless, his hips pumping, cock pistoning inside her.  Her head tossed from side to side, her eyes were half shut, face twisted with lust. He watched her for a second, before lowering his mouth to her breasts, sucking and biting her sensitive nipples, making her body gyrate even more wildly. She couldn't seem to stop cumming, it was one huge endless orgasm, her cunt spasming over and over. She was babbling now, begging him to stop and then to fuck her some more. He kissed her to shut her up, reaching down to pull her thighs wide open, his hands inching up to catch her ankles, spreading her wide for his pleasure.

He released her mouth and looked down, to watch his cock slide in and out of her cunt, seeing and feeling her pussy lips grab at his cock. She moaned, her eyes drawn as well to the sight. With a soft cry she orgasmed again, her body going limp. 

He pulled out of her pussy, and pressed his cock head against her ass. From his fingering, he knew she was very tight, and that in her current semi-conscious state she was likely to be more relaxed. He pushed hard, and his cock head slipped in. Her eyes flew open and she struggled with him. He shushed her cries with his hand, telling her to relax, it was going to feel good. He continued to push his cock in, ignoring her whimpers. She was incredibly tight, her ass was hot and his well-lubricated cock slipped in slowly. He uncovered her mouth and heard her sobbing moans. He reached down and gently played with her clit, smiling when he felt her pussy quiver in response. He didn't stop til his cock was buried all the way inside her. He looked into her eyes, seeing the pain in the deep brown orbs. He lightly strummed her clit and watched her eyelashes flutter.  As he manipulated her sensitive button, he pulled his hips back. He watched her deal with the mingled pleasure and pain. He started to fuck her ass slowly, letting her get used to the feeling. With a grunt of satisfaction, he saw the pain in her eyes slowly disappear, saw her breasts heave, her breathing become shallow as pleasure took over. 

He began to fuck her in earnest, forgetting to be gentle. He needed to cum, and he was going to cum deep in her ass. Her tightness surrounded his cock, clutching it, stroking his shaft almost as if it were her hand gripping him. He rammed his cock into her tightness, and heard her cry out. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue diving deep into her mouth. He felt her surrender to him, her body his, her mouth sucking on his tongue. He rubbed her clit again and again, until her body bucked against his, cunt and ass clamping. He felt the hot rush of juices drip onto his cock and balls from her cunt, and with a loud cry he came, slamming his cock deep into her ass, and releasing his seed.

He lay on top of her again, both of them panting loudly. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. He gently withdrew from her body, and went to clean himself up. He brought another washcloth to clean her up, smiling as she thanked him quietly. 


"It's 6 a.m. I'm going to gym in a while. You should go." She stared at him, eyes widening in disbelief. He ignored her, adding "I put $200 in your purse. I think you deserve that."

She sputtered angrily, unable to believe what he'd just said. He said, "You're not getting any more than that. That's more than I've ever paid. I must say, you're worth it." 

She was torn between laughter and angry tears. He thought she was a prostitute! He said impatiently, "You have to go."

She thought about telling him off, but instead slid off the bed, walking to her clothes. She winced as she walked, her ass hurt from the rough fucking. She quietly got dressed. When she heard him go into the bathroom, she removed the $200 from her purse and left it on the table. She left before he emerged, all but running from the hotel and grabbing a taxi, wincing again as her sore bottom hit the seat. 

He frowned when he realized she'd left, wondering if she'd stolen anything. While in the bathroom, he'd regretted being so abrupt with her, mainly because he realized he hadn't had a chance to fuck that sweet little mouth of hers. He hoped she'd be there so he could make some amends, and maybe set up another meeting. "Ah well," he thought, though it was a pity as he'd had a fantastic time. He stopped short when he saw the $200 on the table. "What the hell…" he muttered.

He went again to the bar where she sang that night, cursing when he found out it was closed. He didn't know how to find her, and he needed to ask why she'd returned the money. He went back to the apartment, and began packing. He was leaving the next day and wasn't expecting to be back. He told himself he shouldn't care about a prostitute, even if the sex had been outstanding…

She had a quiet day, resting her sore body. Each little twinge made her smile, remembering how it had been obtained. However, all thoughts led to the remembrance of $200. How dare he think she was a hooker? She wondered if she'd see him again, and put that thought out of her mind. As the weeks passed, and she still didn't see him, he became a memory that she'd occasionally dwell upon, especially while masturbating. The memory of their encounter gave her hours and hours of pleasure.



Mistaken Identity



'Oh, yeah, that's it, right there! Suck that dick, slut!' The mouth on the other side of the Glory Hole worked magic on my raging hard-on, I knew that I was close to blowing my load right in this bitch's mouth. I thrust my hips forward even farther, feeling my cock grow in size yet again as I neared the brink, the chasm of no return.

"Alan!" My grandmothers voice startled me out of my dream state as she knocked loudly on the door.

"Uh, yeah, uh, what Mammah?" I stammered.

"I hoped that you weren't asleep yet," My Mammah's voice on the other side of the door said. "Your Aunt Billie and Uncle Joe are here, come say hello!"

"Yes, Ma'am, I'll be right there!" I replied, heart hammering in my chest, hoping that she didn't hear the bed springs squeak as I jerked myself off. 

I could hear her shuffle off down the hall as I stood up and cleared the room of any evidence that I may have left lying about.

'King, Alan King, Serial Masturbator.' I thought to myself as I tossed the unused paper towel into the shit can next to the bed in my Mammah and Pappah's spare bedroom.

We were there, we being my father, Max, mother, Carrie and little sister, at their house for the first annual King family reunion. My Aunt and Uncle flew in from El Paso, along with my two small cousins. I was pissed because I had to pass on a great summer gig at the lake in order to be here. My parents knew that I was upset, but it was very important to my grandparents that everyone in the family be there, so, here I was. I was by far the oldest child in the family, being two months beyond my 18th birthday, and instead of celebrating my last summer with my buddies before we all go separate ways to college, I am here. Alone.

'It's only two weeks, Alan!' I sneered, mimicking my mother as I threw on my shirt and headed downstairs to see the family. 

My parents were high school sweethearts who happened to let their passion overtake them and hence, I came along. They were married soon after and overcame the odds, Great American Story, blah, blah, house with a white picket fence, etcetera. I am just being pissy, my folks are great. My dad and I are best friends, literally, and my mom and I get along well. Heck, she confides in me, for criminy sakes! 

"Oh, Alan!" My Aunt Billie screamed as I hit the downstairs foyer. "Look at him, Joe! So big and handsome!"

My Aunt Billie stood and ran to me and gave me a bear hug. Uncle Joe wasn't far behind, nearly breaking my hand with a handshake. Joe was my dad's twin brother, and they were so identical it was scary. 

"You look just like your dad and uncle when they were your age!" Billie coodled, embarrassing me. 

"I guess that they were real studs then, huh, Billie?" I joked.

The room erupted in laughter as all of the children ran in from the back yard and the house was abustle with all of our family trying to catch up on old times, all at the same time.

**************

"Mom, that was the best!" My dad said, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

"Yeah, Mammah!" I chimed in, pushing myself back from the dinner table. "I think that I am gonna bust!" 

"You ate so much, kid," Pappah chuckled, winking at my grandma, "I was thinking of asking your parents if they ever fed you!"

My mother wrinkled her nose at Pappah, smiling.

"Well," Mammah started, "Since everyone is here now, we'll have to shuffle up the sleeping arrangements, O.K?" 

We all groaned. Mammah was very old fashioned and would not let even my parents, who had been married nineteen years, sleep together. 

"The boys downstairs and the girls on the patio!"

**************

Later, mom and Aunt Billie came into the den where all of the 'men' had gathered to watch a fight on T.V. I say watch, but with males being the animals that we are, we were pretty much all sleeping, having our bellies full and sated. 

"Joe!" Billie woke him and my dad, "Carrie and I are heading out to town. One of our school friends is going to meet us for drinks, alright?"

I could barely keep my eyes open and finally, a couple of hours after mom and Billie left, I decided to turn in. 

"Alan, sleep on the futon, will ya, son?" My dad asked, "That fucker kills my back, I'll just crash on the floor."

**************

I stood there in front of the mirror, stripped to my waist, brushing my teeth and admiring myself. I was good looking, or so I had been told on many occasions, athletic and muscular- I was to try and walk-on to the university's football team in the fall- and, looking down at my crotch, well hung. I pulled open the front of my pajamas and stared at my crank. Flaccid, it had to be a good seven inches, thick and veiny topped by a sparse thicket of pubes. Yes, I shaved myself! I loved to shave the dick hair into different styles, then wank it and view my cock from different angles! Kinda weird, but, oh, well! The girls that I grew up with viewed me as their buddy, so, as I faced my reflection in the mirror, I faced a virgin! I had come close on a couple of occasions, but I could never close that deal. I thought briefly of my last girlfriend, JoJo, her perky tits and tight cheerleader body. She loved to suck cock and had taken my rod into her mouth several times but would not fuck. My sleeping penis twitched at the thought of it, waking up and beginning to stand at attention.

'Oh, you want some, huh, buddy?' I thought to myself as I pulled it out and began to stroke my johnson, thinking of the last time that she blew me, my nut butter dripping down her chin and her smiling up at me from my crotch as we were driving to her parents house. I quickly blasted my man choad in the sink, wanting to get to sleep, but not wanting to get wood while I was sleeping in a room full of guys. I pulled my P.J.'s up and patted the rapidly deflating tent pole, "Good boy!"

**************

Sometime later, I woke with a start, not remembering where I was. I chastised myself for being silly and realized that I was all alone. I got up to grab a glass of water and checked in the den. Fast asleep. Every one of 'em, Uncle Joe, dad, Pappah, all snoozing with the T.V. still on. I got a drink and went back to bed, dreaming of JoJo's soft lips and tongue stud.

**************

"Oooooohhh, yee-ahhhh....." I heard myself moan.

A hand placed across my mouth shushed me.

I had been sleeping hard, and like when your radio alarm goes off and you incorporate the song into your dream, I was dreaming of getting a sloppy wet hummer. I shook the fog off and looked down and saw my three-quarters erect cock sticking out of my boxers, and, a face with my left ball sack in its mouth. My mother's face!

My heart leapt into my throat and I started, raising myself up.

"Shhhhhhhh! If yer mudder hearsh ush, she'll feed ush to da goatsh!" My mother stage whispered drunkenly.

She pushed down on my mouth, hard, and my head hit the pillow. I looked back down at my cock, and where I only had a semi before, now that bitch was as hard as Blue Steel 'Cat couldn't scratch it!'

The odor of whiskey nearly made me drunk, and my mother was working her way back up the shaft of my rod, licking and kissing, making sucking, sloppy noises as she did so. I knew that if Mammah heard this, it would kill her. I was sleeping in the bed that dad was supposed to be sleeping in, so my mother got hammered, horny and decided to sneak in and get laid. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to her, the lay-er was her son. I tried to pull her head off of me, and she pushed me back down, then slapped my hand away from her. She sucked my wide head into her mouth and I could feel her tongue swirl around my helmet. Goddamn, it was nice. I have a large vein that starts underneath my dick, snakes across the top of it and continues visibly through my groin area and into my abs. I was now watching that vein being swallowed by my mothers greedy mouth. She was drunk as fuck, I could tell, she was swaying back and forth, and being none too gentle on the old johnson.

From the moment that I woke up to right at this second had to be less than forty ticks, but it seemed like an eternity. I laid there solid as a stone, fearing that someone would walk in on us, but more scared that my mother would realize that I was not her husband and shit would REALLY hit the fan. 

I could see my cock clearly in the moonlight streaming in from the basement window. I could see the rivers of saliva running down the shaft of my penis. I could feel the wetness on my balls. She took her hand from my mouth and grabbed the base of my shaft and began to jack me off while using the other to caress my nutsack. Her rhythm picked up as she began to get into the task at hand. My heart was still hammering in my chest as I bit my lower lip and decided to go along for the ride. I pulled her hair back from her face so that I could watch. Fuck! I'm going to Hell! She gave the sloppiest, wettest blow-job ever, but, I was way too scared to nut. 

"Thish country airs is good for yer cahk, honey," She slurred, "This is harder than it has been shince hah skool!"

My mother pulled off of my throbbing member and swang her leg over mine so that she was straddling me reverse cow-girl style. I knew what was going to happen next as she reached between her legs and stood my hard cock upright, then raised her body up, pointing the mushroom head right at her honey-hole.

I just knew that the whole house would be awoken by the loud hammering of my heart in my chest, I couldn't breathe, I thought that I was going to pass out as she slid my dripping wet one eyed wonder warrior to the hilt in her hot snatch. In but a nano-second, I was no longer a virgin. She leaned forward and put her hands on either of my legs, directly above my knees and began to rock her hips to and fro, almost horizontally to my prone body. She was fucking me hard, and I could feel my love piston getting pulled down towards my feet inside of her, then getting thrust backwards violently. Mom squeezed the shit out of my thighs and closed her legs on my hips like she was riding a horse. She shuddered and her voice caught in her throat. 'Ah, ah, ah, ooo-oo, fuck, yeah!' I was gettin fucked, and that was great, but, BUT, it was my damn mother, whom I had just made come! 

Mom dismounted my enormous erection, which by the look of it, had nearly doubled my flaccid seven inch size, and scooted her crotch so that her twat hovered inches above my watering mouth. 'Wow', I thought sarcastically, my first 69! I could feel her mouth swallowing my shaft inch by inch, and her tongue lapped at her pussy juice that coated my cock. I had never eaten pussy before, and was hesitant at first, but mom shoved her cunny down on my face and started grinding away at my mouth. I licked and sucked with reckless abandon, stretching her labia out with my lips and gumming them, listening to her moan and feeling her writhe on top of me.

Once again, she shuddered violently and got off of me, getting onto all fours. I could see her puffy bald pussy lips hanging down from between her legs like a juicy burger.

"Shtud, getch down here and fuck me like da bad gurl that I am!" 

I looked her over really well for really the first time ever. I would get into fights at school because my mother was much the M.I.L.F. I went to a large school and yes, she was known. All of my friends wanted to come to my house and go swimming, largely due to the fact that mom wasn't shy about wearing a bikini in front of them. I knew that there had been many a loads shot from young male cannons over her image. Thirty four years old, firm B cup, and with a heart shaped ass that was open to me now. I could see the juices trickling over her bald lips as she waved that turd-cutter back and forth, waiting to get pounded by my huge cock.

I knelt behind her, on one knee and in one stabbing thrust, buried myself deep into her, then ground my pelvis against hers for the briefest of moments, then, it was off to the races. The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping together and I was scared that we would get busted, but, she kept on quickening the pace. I could barely keep up with her as she slammed her ass against me (I would have deep bruises on either side of my pecker for two weeks). She suddenly stopped and reached through her legs and took me out of her then positioned the head of my cock at her asshole and pushed herself back into me. My warriors' purple helmet disappeared into her nether region as she let out a long, low moan. My hard cock slowly disappeared right into her ass, I remained motionless until mother was entirely impaled on my raging hard-on. It was so fucking tight, like a warm fist was squeezing the Hell out of my shaft, and as she started her rhythmic thrusts, I felt very close to blowing my choad. 

"Uh, ugh, oooooh M-M-Max! Fuck my ass!" Mom hissed at me, calling my dad's name and reaching down to her clit and masturbating herself. I neared the brink of the chasm, my throbbing penis was like a live high voltage wire, it felt like it was ALIVE! 

I couldn't hold on any longer when she buried her face in the blanket on the floor and let out a long, stifled growl. The volcanic eruption of man seed took over and I spewed a hot stream of man chowder deep into my own mother's bowels, I came so hard that in my imagination, I could hear my cock shooting off in her ass. Three huge spouts of my nectar gushed from me into her nether hole.

Exhausted, I fell back onto my haunches as my spent cock slipped noisily out of her ass with an audible 'Plop!'. 

Mom stood up and staggered about nakedly, grabbing at her clothes that she had strewn about the room. Satisfied that she had every stitch, she kissed me on top of the head and stumbled out of the door, nearly taking herself out on the door jamb.

**************

Frantically, with the blood pounding in my ears and my heart racing in my chest, I threw on my boxers and made haste down the hallway to the den.

"Dad! Dad!" I shook at his arm, harder than I had meant to.

"Huzza, wha-, hmmph!" He groggily woke. "What!"

"Uh, your back, Dad, you need to go lay down in the bedroom." I told him.

I helped him down the hall as his bad back was already barking at him and set him down on the air mattress on the floor. I was scared shitless, knowing that I had fucked up, and scared that I would get caught and ostracized from the family. Dad was fast asleep very quickly and I hastened down the hallway to the patio, peeking in on my mother, who was lying on her stomach with one bare foot hanging off of the side of the bed, and snoring loudly. 

**************

I settled into the big easy chair next to my Pappah in the den and slowly let myself calm down. The last thought that I had before sleep overtook me was if Mom was going to go out again soon. 



Mistaken Identity



Ritchie pretended to read his sports magazine as he listened to the conversation at the table next to him. The 6-foot tall 26-year-old with short brown hair and eyes could not believe that he was hearing Natalie Long talking about her personal sex life with the woman at her table.

Natalie was a very pretty 34-year-old mother of two. She had medium length brown hair, a pretty face and a nice 34-C, 26, 36 body that was often hidden behind loose fitting dresses. But today she was wearing a pair of jeans and a tight pullover shirt that showed her shape nicely.

Ritchie knew Natalie and her husband Rob, by reputation only. Her husband was a quiet man who kept to himself while Natalie was a little more outgoing. But the appearance she gave whenever Ritchie had seen her before was always one of a modest, morally upright woman. Overhearing her talk about sex had him fully aroused.

Natalie shared details with her friend about how Rob was the second man she had slept with, and the only one since graduating high school. She described their sex life as pretty ordinary most of the time. But said that they used to enjoy finding public places to have sex. She described the thrill of being somewhere where they could be caught as exhilarating.

But what she said next really surprised Ritchie.

He heard Natalie tell her friend about a costume party they were attending for her work at a local hotel. Ritchie knew the place well as he had been their recently for a friend's wedding.

It was that same wedding that had given Natalie her idea. The wedding was for someone that both Natalie and Ritchie had known from work. But Natalie had discovered an upstairs balcony that was pretty much hidden from view by curtains and other things. It was off limits to the public for various reasons, but she had discovered how to get up there.

Natalie explained that her husband was going to meet her at the party. She had a costume waiting for him. He was going to be Zorro while she would be a Spanish Maiden. She was going to lead her husband up to the balcony where they would make love just above everyone else at the party. She was even going to treat him to a rare blowjob, something that she saved for special occasions.

After they left Ritchie could think of nothing else but how much he wanted to fuck Natalie. And that's when he got a devilish idea.

He knew the hotel well enough to sneak around to the room where Natalie would be leaving her husband's costume. Since Rob had no idea what to expect, he didn't even know what their costumes would be, Ritchie believed that he could sneak in, steal the costume and try to trick Natalie into sucking him off. If caught he would explain that he had no idea what was going on.

He thought of nothing else until that Friday evening. Ritchie had managed to sneak into the coat room as planned, and had no difficulty finding the Zorro costume hanging in there with Rob's name on it.

Ritchie grabbed the costume and rushed to the bathroom to change. He put his own clothes into a duffle bag and sat it inside the door of the coat room. He put on the mask and hat and looked at himself in the mirror. He was roughly the same height and build as Rob. Their hair was different but it was fully concealed beneath both the mast and hat. And the fake mustache helped to hide any other differences.

He fought off his fear and walked into the costume ball. It didn't take long before he spotted Natalie. She was wearing a Spanish-style dress and top that showed off the top of her firm tits. Her hair was teased in a way that Ritchie had never seen on the attractive older woman.

Natalie came over and took him by the hand. He was thankful for the loud music and the noise of all the voices that helped him to hide his own.

Natalie led him around the corner and opened a door. Ritchie knew that this was the entrance to the stairwell leading up to the balcony.

She closed the door, leaving them in a completely darkened stairwell. Natalie pulled him halfway up the stairs before pushing him against the wall and unfastening his pants. He leaned back in silence as Natalie dropped to her knees and began pulling his hard cock free. She wrapped her lips around it then stopped and said, "Wow, you really are horny, dear. You actually seem bigger."

Then she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him.

Ritchie could not believe that the straight laced woman who he had dealt with so often at work was sucking his cock. And best of all, she had no idea that it was anyone but her husband. He couldn't wait until she found out otherwise.

Natalie sucked greedily on the cock of the man she believed to be her husband. She was not a big fan of blowjobs. But she knew that Rob loved them so she agreed to give him one three or four times a year. This would be a bonus for him.

Their sex life at home was somewhat dull. They shared the usual Sunday night fuck after the kids were put to bed. But otherwise it was pretty much mundane. But whenever they had the opportunity to do something risky like this they did take it. Although that was nowhere near as often as it had been before they had children.

Ritchie grabbed Natalie's hair in both hands as she sucked him off. He slowly began pumping his cock into her mouth as he felt his balls tightening. He wanted to cry out in enjoyment but dared not make a sound before she finished him.

Then Ritchie began to cum in Natalie's mouth. His legs shook and toes curled as her mouth and tongue gave him the ultimate pleasure.

Natalie gulped down Ritchie's cum as she continued sucking his cock until she could feel that nothing else would spew out into her mouth.

Then she pulled his pants up, stood up and grabbed his arm and began tugging him up the stairs.

She opened the door to the balcony and they stepped out onto it. Natalie could look down through the curtains and see the crowd of friends and co-workers who were partying below. She could only imagine what they would think if they saw her up here with her husband.

She pulled up her skirt, revealing to Ritchie that she wore no panties. He saw her trimmed pubic triangle above her wet pussy and felt his cock begin to stir once more.

"Eat my pussy, honey." She said, pulling him down in front of her.

Ritchie dropped to his knees. Natalie sat back in a chair that she had placed their earlier just for this occasion. She could watch the party below her as her husband ate her pussy.

Ritchie drove his tongue between Natalie's legs, enjoying the taste of the unknowing woman's juices as he began licking her swollen clit. He raised his arms and began fondling her breast.

Natalie unbuttoned her blouse allowing his hands access to her braless tits.

Ritchie groped her tits in each hand as he continued to lick her pussy.

Natalie leaned back farther, enjoying the tongue between her legs.

"Damn, Rob. You've gotten better at this." She complimented.

Rob often went down on his wife. And Natalie had never failed to enjoy it. But he always licked her in the exact same manner and tempo. She found his use of his tongue tonight much more arousing. She half wondered if he had found another woman to teach him how to eat pussy but knew that there was no way Rob would ever cheat on her. Just as she would never consider having sex with anyone but her husband.

She didn't care what caused this improvement; all she cared about was how fucking well it felt. At this rate she would be cumming on his face pretty quickly.

Natalie was in heaven. She could see her bosses and co workers milling about downstairs. If anyone looked up, and managed to scan through the curtains, they might just see her leaning back topless in ecstasy as she was being pushed over the edge by her husbands tongue.

Then she saw Rob walking into the room below. He was in street clothes and was looking about for her.

"What the fuck!" She said as she tried to sit up. But Ritchie's hands pushed her back.

"Who the fuck are you?" She demanded. 

Natalie tried to grab Ritchie's head, but he quickly grabbed a wrist in each of his hands and held her tight as he continued licking her pussy.

"You wanted this." He paused just long enough to say before returning to work.

"Please stop." Natalie begged. She knew that if she yelled for help that it would come quickly. But the thought of being caught up here with this stranger was mortifying. Especially since she was the one who had sought him out and brought him up here...

...and sucked his dick!

Natalie gasped at the realization that se had just given a blow job to a complete stranger, believing him to be her husband, and allowed him to cum in her mouth. No one but Rob had ever enjoyed that from her.

Natalie couldn't risk being discovered.

"Please just let me go." She begged.

But Ritchie was not finished yet. He continued licking Natalie's clit. He could tell by the way she was squirming that she was close to orgasm and he was not going to stop until he made her climax.

Natalie knew this as well. She wanted to scream for help. But there was no way she could let anyone know that she had so foolishly grabbed the first man she thought to be her husband and had sex with him. This was all her fault.

Her legs began to quiver as Ritchie's tongue brought her closer and closer to climax. She kept her mouth closed for fear of crying out and alerting everyone to her predicament.

"Oh my god." She whispered as she began to cum as Ritchie's tongue continued to lick her.

Ritchie could feel her juices spilling out onto his mouth and chin as Natalie climaxed for him. He held her even more tightly and continued licking.

Natalie needed him to stop more than she wanted him to. Her pussy was so sensitive after cumming that his tongue was driving her mad. She shifted about in the seat, trying to escape his probing flesh but it just continued assaulting her clit.

Then Natalie came again. And then a third time before Ritchie finally quit licking her.

She leaned back in the chair, too ashamed to look at his mask covered face as he moved up between her legs.

Then she felt something rubbing against her pussy and looked down to see him pushing his hard cock between her legs.

"No, you can't fuck me!" She insisted.

"You know you want it." He said as he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock into her sopping wet hole.

Natalie wanted to scream as this stranger, who she had seduced unwittingly, began fucking her. When she tried to push him away he grabbed her arms and held them tight.

Ritchie slammed his cock into Natalie, causing her tits to bounce up and down with each thrust as he buried his shaft all the way inside her.

Natalie could feel that this man was indeed larger than her husband, just as she had thought she imagined in the dark stairwell.

She looked out over the balcony and saw Rob drinking a beer and talking to someone. She could only imagine the look on his face if he were to look up here and see her being fucked by another man.

Natalie was ashamed at the situation she had gotten herself into. But worse, she was ashamed because her body was enjoying it so much.

Ritchie had made her cum three times already with the masterful use of his tongue. Now his cock was pushing her to another orgasm. Natalie could count on one hand the number of times she had cum twice with Rob. And now she was on the verge of her forth orgasm. And Ritchie was fucking her in a way that she had never been fucked before.

What else that bothered her was that she did not know who it was that was fucking her. She knew that he knew her. And she realized that she would have to face nearly every man she worked with or came in contact with through work wondering if he was the one who had done this to her.

Natalie moaned as she began cumming on Ritchie's cock. Her body thrashed about as he fucked her. She wondered how much longer he was going to fuck her, thinking that Rob would have already cum by now.

Then she began cumming again. Natalie's head rolled back and forth as her hips thrust upward to meet Ritchie's cock as she came.

"My turn." He said as his orgasm neared.

"No, pull out of me." Natalie protested, not wanting this stranger to cum inside her. Rob had had a hysterectomy and Natalie could not risk getting pregnant.

But Ritchie ignored her objections. He was not going to be denied the pleasure of cumming in Natalie's hot, wet box.

He fucked her harder and faster as his cock began spewing inside her. He moaned in delight as he came at Natalie's expense.

Natalie could feel his cock cumming in her pussy even as her last orgasm slipped away.

Ritchie pumped her pussy until he was satisfied that every drop of cum had been drained from him. He then got up and pulled his pants up.

"Thanks for everything." He said as he opened the door and rushed down the darkened stairwell.

Natalie sat there trying to compose herself. She could feel his cum, mixed with her own juices and slowing draining down her inner thighs. And she could still taste his cum in her mouth.

She could also see her husband mingling downstairs, no doubt wondering where she was.

Then she saw Zorro walk past her husband. The bastard even had the balls to shake Rob's hand as he went by.

Natalie quickly buttoned her blouse. She had to put this behind her and get downstairs. There was little else she could do. After all, she grabbed that stranger and dragged him up here and seduced him. Worse, she had ended up enjoying every minute of it. She didn't dare tell Rob what had happened. And she would probably never be able to fuck him without remembering just how satisfied she was right now.

Natalie cleaned up as best she could then returned downstairs. She found Rob and asked him if he had met Zorro. She wanted to know if he had gotten his name.

She silently cursed when he said that he couldn't remember it.

When he asked her where his costume was she excused herself to go to the coat room. There she found the Zorro costume lying in a pile. There was a note next to it. She picked it up and read...

"Thanks Natalie, for letting me to borrow everything. It was a real pleasure – Z"

She crumpled the note and threw it in the trash. She was going to have to explain to Rob that someone had borrowed his costume. But she would never be able to tell him that the same man had borrowed his wife and pleasured her in a way that he had never done.



Mistaken Identity



THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND IN NO WAY REFLECTS THE TRUE BELIEFS AND SENTIMENTS OF ITS AUTHOR. IN REAL LIFE PRACTISE SAFE SEX.

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My wife Wendy wanted to do something special for our daughter Sally's 18th birthday, but with prospective university fees on the very near horizon a modest garden pool-cum-barbie was planned.

It was a humid July day and the pool was a pretty popular place that afternoon, and seeing all of Sally's girlfriends in those skimpy swim suites splashing around kept my cock on the alert all day.

Wendy, who still has a pretty good body for her age was also prancing around in her yellow bikini and a lot of the guys Sally had invited eyed her up as well, and it was easy to see she enjoyed all the attention.

Since Sally was now eighteen, the legal age to drink alcohol, we didn't object to her having a few proper drinks for her birthday. As it turned out, both she and Wendy had a little more than they could handle, and both were pretty blitzed by the end of the day.

Wendy was in a pretty frisky mood, having all those young studs checking her out, and a few flattering comments and cheeky asides seemed to boost her confidence no end. I could tell by the way she was walking around, flouncing herself here and there for the benefit of the youngsters, that she was having a great time. I didn't mind a bit. That kind of thing's good for a woman now and again.

After a whole day of gazing at those hot young teens and the mood Wendy was in, I figured some 'humid' bedroom fun might also be on the agenda later that night.

By the time the party broke up, Sally was pretty drunk and her boyfriend Mike was helping her into the house. Moments later he and Sally's friends were saying their good-byes and leaving.

I was feeling pretty 'merry' myself after downing at least a dozen beers that day, and was now in the mood for some sexy fun with Wendy, so long as I didn't get 'limp-dick' when we got to bed.

By the time I staggered to the bathroom, I felt like the whole world was spinning, and I had a bit of trouble hitting the toilet. If I hadn't been so horny from seeing all those half-naked hot teen bodies all day, I would have more than likely just crashed into bed and slept it off, but like I said I was horny – and some!

It was almost pitch black in the bedroom, but I didn't want to put the light on and disturb Wendy (who already sounded asleep) and ruin the moment. I only had my swim shorts on anyway, so it was easy to dispense with them before moving to the bed where a hot sexy body awaited me. At least, that is what I had hoped.

She was still in her bikini and I unsnapped the top and slid it off her arms and then eased the bikini-drawers down her legs. She moaned dreamily.

She turned onto her side and I could hear her regular breathing as I put my arm around her and gently tweaked her hardening nipples. I had my cock nestling snugly in the crevice of her warm bottom.

When I ran a finger the length of her pussy, I noticed she was wetter than she had been in years, and with two fingers now inside of her, she pushed her hips back against my now fully hardened cock.

She still appeared to be half-asleep as I turned her onto her back and kissed her breasts. Something was bothering me. It wasn't just the fact that Wendy seemed to be extra responsive in this half-sleep state, it was also that her skin had a different fragrance to normal, as if she'd decided to try a different brand of shower gel. I slipped my hand between her legs and her pussy responded by pressing against my fingers.

I moved down, trailing my tongue over her belly-button and abdomen, salty with the day's perspiration, until I felt her bush tickle my lips and nose. Even this felt and smelt different. Her hair seemed softer, downier, and smelled of baby-talc, not Wendy's usual fragrance. My heart was beating wildly; it was almost like exploring a new terrain, fresh territory, a different woman even. How clandestine and exciting it all was. I carefully parted her labia and her warm sexual odour rose to meet my nostrils. My cock twitched in appreciation. I gave her little clit a few tender licks and she shuddered and sighed deliciously. I'd done this hundreds of times before to Wendy, but on this particular evening, for some reason or other, it was especially enjoyable. She even tasted slightly different.

Now it occurred to me there was something not quite right about all of this. There was an intensity in our lovemaking that I hadn't known before, and believe me we'd had our share of fantastic sex together. I wasn't complaining, mind you. Besides her natural feminine odour seeming different to normal, her lovely pussy seemed firmer and much wetter than usual. I could only assume that she was really up for it. Wow, those young studs had made my Wendy really hot for me! Thanks, guys.

I eased myself up her body and positioned myself ready to enter her. I continued kissing and sucking her breasts as my cock instinctively found its way into her. At that point she felt so lusciously wet I just wanted to fuck the hell out of her and fill her slippery hole with hot 'cum'. But I also wanted to savour the act. And so, with amazing restraint, I worked slowly in and out of her surprisingly succulent pussy, trying my best to prolong things.

Nevertheless, I felt my climax approaching rapidly as she scissored her legs around me, bucking her hips upwards to meet my thrusts. I began to pump her faster and harder and grunts of passion echoed throughout the bedroom.

Suddenly she cried out.

"Oh Mike, - I love you…Make me cum…Fuck me harder."

Then it hit me…Oh my God, this isn't Wendy. Oh Jesus Christ! Sally? It couldn't be. What the hell was she doing in our bed? Oh Lord, please don't tell me I'm screwing my own daughter..! But that was the irrefutable fact of the matter.

Even though I now realized my terrible mistake, I had no immediate desire or willpower to withdraw from Sally. It was too late for that, and I was way down the road of no-return anyway. In fact, I began experiencing such a perverse thrill in breaching this particular taboo that I continued to fuck her with a new zest until I had her teetering on the very brink of orgasm. Every time I thought she was about to 'cum', I stopped thrusting and made her wait so that in frenzied frustration she'd urge me to continue (I guess psychologically I was trying to get her to take the lead, thereby relieving some of the guilt I was feeling), clamping me with her long, athletic legs.

"No, please, Mike! MICHAEL! Don't stop – don't tease. Just give it to me good. I want it so bad!"

She was begging for it. How could I deny my little girl the release she so craved?

A filmy vision suddenly floated across my mind. I was back in time. We were at the zoo, a family holding hands, Sally between Wendy and I, heading for the monkey-house and suddenly I could see her little girl face looking up at me, smiling with those 'gappy' teeth, all excited that we were going to see her favourite animals. Now I was the one monkeying around. 

I could no longer hold back and I could tell that Sally was in the same state. We climaxed together, her head thrashing from side to side, her legs tightening around my thighs in a scissor-hold that squeezed from me an incredibly long and draining orgasm. We lay in each other's arms until she sleepily mumbled, "I love you," and promptly fell asleep again.

My head was spinning, but not only from the alcohol. As the temptation to lapse into panic gradually subsided (for it seemed Sally had believed it had been her boyfriend screwing her, thankfully) my breathing relaxed and I began to experience a lovely feeling of serenity and contentment. At that moment, I felt such a tenderness and love for my daughter, nothing else seemed to matter.

But back to reality. If Sally now stayed asleep until morning, she would be none the wiser. In fact, the number of rum and cokes she had apparently consumed, she probably wouldn't remember a thing about our little coming together anyway, and even if she did, it was Mike who would be the guilty party in her mind. And then another thought occurred to me - I hadn't been wearing any protection (there was no need to with Wendy these days) and then I relaxed again, remembering that since Sally had been going steady with Mike, she'd been on the pill anyway - at least, that is what Wendy had told me. Another sigh of relief swept through me.

As I crept out of bed, it occurred to me I had quite possibly just gotten away with the crime of the century. I headed downstairs to crash out on the couch. 

When I got to the family room, I was relieved to see Wendy, dead to the world, already occupying and sleeping on the couch. It appeared as if she had been unaware that her loving, faithful husband had been, well, to put it bluntly - fucking the arse off our beautiful daughter while she had lain in blissful sleep and ignorance. Lucky for me she appeared to know little about it.

My whole body was trembling now, with the excitement and realisation of what I had done. I hadn't premeditated it; it had just happened. But I still felt a kind of splendid naughtiness along with the guilt.

I decided to join Wendy for the night, a tight squeeze, and leave Sally in our bed and hope for the best. Before falling asleep, one further thought came into my mind; what if I was to crash out in Sally's bed for the rest of the night? Would she come to me later and...?

The next morning when I awoke, I was half-dreading seeing Sally at breakfast. How would I face her, even when she was ignorant of what went on between us.

While Wendy was showering, Sally came into the kitchen and sat across the breakfast bar from me, a white Terrycloth nightdress wrapped around her. She looked dishevelled, but very beautiful. How wonderful it was to be in the prime of youth.

I was sipping my coffee, pretending to read the morning paper, and not making a particularly good job of it.

"Good morning, Daddy. What happened last night?" she sounded quite breezy, but I had to be careful how I answered, she was a foxy little miss sometimes. I wasn't totally sure just how much Sally really knew about the night before. 

She continued: "I mean, I wake up in yours and Mum's bed… how on earth did I end up there? And where did you and Mummy sleep?"

"In the family room – on the couch."

"Bit of a squeeze, I'd imagine."

"You could say that. Don't you remember how you ended up in our bedroom? It was Mike who put you to bed. He must have made a mistake."

"Daddy, you must have been pretty drunk, don't you think?"

I felt the colour draining from my face. I avoided looking at her.

"I mean, to do what you did."

An ice cold chill went through me, and it felt like a slab of concrete had just settled in the pit of my stomach. I tried to keep my face partly hidden behind the paper. "Pardon..?" I croaked.

"Don't you remember, Daddy. Or were you absolutely blotto?"

"I think we all were, darling." I still couldn't be sure what she was getting at. Did she know something? Was she teasing me? "I must admit, I feel a bit worse for wear. I expect we all do." 

"You particularly, Daddy." She pulled the paper down to look over the top right into my eyes. "You were dancing, Daddy… like a demented idiot. And to Van Halen of all people. You should have seen yourself."

"I should?"

"Daddy, I was so embarrassed. Mike's got it all on video, so you'll be able to see yourself how silly you looked."

I peeped around the newspaper and smiled at her, breathing an inward sigh of relief. "Oh dear, has he..? I'm sorry, darling… I mean, if I…"

"Oh, don't be. It was the best laugh we've had in ages."

"Good. Well that's something, then." I took a bite of toast and returned to the newspaper. "It was a great day, wasn't it?"

"Particularly the evening. Oh, Daddy… Come on tell me, what do you think of Mike?"

"Mike? Oh, sure, lovely guy. If he makes you happy, darling, that's all that matters. Sure, he's real nice."

"Yes, too nice sometimes." She poured herself a fruit juice. "I had some weird dreams last night, though."

"You did, darling?"

"Crazy, crazy, mixed up dreams. You want to hear about it?"

"Not just now, darling."

"I thought you might be able to interpret them. All dreams have a meaning, don't they, Daddy?"

I hoped she couldn't hear my resigned sigh, but I guess I was just afraid of what she might come out with next. The newspaper rustled as I folded it over to a new page. "Some other time, sweetheart, hmm?"

"Okay, okay… No probs. Anyway, just wanted to tell you it was really special."

"Huh?"

The barbie…" Oh, honestly, Daddy. What's got into you today. You're miles away."

"Yeah, I know, darling. I'm hung over. My head's like a steam hammer this morning."

Sally came around the breakfast bar and put her arm around my shoulder. "Poor, Daddy." She kissed my cheek and I felt her warm breath as she whispered into my ear. "Daddy, you were fantastic." The cup of coffee in my hand shook, splashing the breakfast bar. "Your dancing. I was only kidding just now. You were great. Almost hip!"

Just then, Wendy came in with a towel wrapped around her. "Morning, everyone. Any fruit juice?" She looked at me. "Oh dear, you look like I feel, David. Can't take it any more, eh?"

At that moment, Sally was again whispering in my ear. "Don't worry, Daddy. It's our little secret. I won't tell Mummy anything."

I suddenly felt paralysed. She pecked me on the cheek and walked towards the door, kissing Wendy on the way. "Hi, Mum. You ought to watch him, you know. He's a right raver!"

She turned to look at me as she went out the door and winked. She went out into the hallway, humming teasingly.

"What's got into her?" said Wendy. "She's chirpy for a change."

I shrugged and sipped my coffee. I didn't want to know. I really didn't.





Mistaken Identity



(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himself and then decide from there okay, after all this is still America and the process of being innocent until proven guilty is still a part of our freedom...God Bless America...!

Sorry about the exuberance folks, but I really hope this works for me and for you all. Please vote and voice your opinion on it, if you like this twist, I will be working on the rest of the story I have planned, but it's up to you.)

darkstone57 Peace

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Sitting on the porch of the small white house, Max Connor watched as Noreen Wilson's daughters played in the grass and leaves he had raked up. It was fall now and he wondered if he would still be here at Christmas. After these past months, he was still getting used to being who he was, and it wasn't easy. What did the dreams mean, and the nightmares? He kept seeing a different place, a group of people who had no meaning for him. Two seemed to stand out more clearly then the others, a tall man with scars and an almost evil smile, he was grinning at a tall, full figured woman with bright colored eyes and a look of love in them. He knew he should know them, but there was so much he didn't know.

He had no memory of what or who he had been before he woke in the hospital in Dallas. The police had run his finger prints, but they had come back with no clue who he was, and even a DNA test had revealed little. No positive match found.

Noreen, a volunteer at the hospital, had been the first face he saw when he opened his eyes. His groan had brought her instantly to his side and in her soft voice, she had told him not to move too much, he had been badly beaten and left for dead in the alley where they found him. She had gone to get the nurse and a tall policeman who had made a call. The nurse had checked him over and the policeman had asked him if he knew who and where he was, Max had shaken his head, making it scream in pain. A doctor had come in, asking questions and he had tried to answer them the best he could. At the same time he had been watching Noreen hovering in the back of the room, her soft brown eyes filled with worry and concern.

She wasn't a beautiful woman, she was short and round and had a round face surrounded by a mop of dirty brown hair that was flyaway and full of curls. There was something about her though that caught his attention and kept it long after the others had left him and he had felt lonely once she left as well.

For the few weeks he had looked forward to her almost daily visits. He found she was divorced, had two small daughters and volunteered at the hospital to give her something to do while they were in school. He had learned that she usually worked from home when she wasn't volunteering and she was here under orders.

"It was my doctor's suggestion. After my divorce I became a hermit, refusing to leave my house for the most minor chore. My...my ex-husband, he was extremely abusive to me and the girls. It got so he had me totally isolated from the rest of my family and friends, moved us here to where I didn't know anyone, didn't have anyone to turn to. I might have never gotten free of him if it hadn't been for a neighbor who was a Dallas police man. He and his wife suspected something was going on, they came by on evening when he was beating on me...the officer arrested him, and his wife took us to a shelter. They discovered he...my girls...I never knew, and he was..."

She had broken down then and he had reached out to comfort her. It had been funny really, here he was all banged up and he was comforting a woman he didn't know, over something he'd had no control over. When she was able to speak again, he had been reluctant to release her hand. "I...I'm sorry, here I am telling you things and you're all hurt and don't even know who you are."

"It's okay, I don't mind. It must be hard on you, you're a very strong woman to have survived so much and on your own..." Max had felt more then a little of awe of her.

Noreen had shaken her head, the mop bouncing in a cute, girlish sort of way. "No, I was weak and I still am...but I'm getting better..."

He had smiled at her and nodded. "Yes you are, and I still think you were and are; one of the strongest women I have ever met..."

Noreen had been with him through his entire hospital stay and offered him a place to stay once they said he could leave. He had come with her out of a need to have someone as he found his place in the world again. A world that didn't feel what he was familiar with, the weather, the way people talked yes, but not the city. He hated the city, hated the idea of being surrounded by concrete and tall buildings, even the quiet suburban neighborhood she lived in felt too crowded to him. Noreen thought he might be from a small town somewhere, a more spread out place. That might explain the visions of a farm and an older couple and a younger girl. They were important to him, but he had no idea how. As soon as he tried to find answers, they faded away. Just like the man with the black hair and bright blue eyes. There was another man who faded in and out as well, tall and muscular like the black haired man, but more bright and sunny.

Max found himself looking in the mirror often these days, he was beat up and the cuts on his face would leave more scars then the ones he saw in his visions, but he did think that at one time he had been fairly good looking. The medium brown hair, the bright blue eyes, a shade or two darker than the other men, but still a feeling of being related to them clung to him. He was tall and muscular like them as well, and he got the idea he had spent a lot of time outside in his life. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply he swore he could smell fresh turned earth and the smells connected with animals, like a farm yard or such. And he kept seeing a black calf, a black calf with a heart shaped patch of white on its side.

"Max, come play with us..." Noreen's oldest came running up with a ball. She was seven and her childish face was as cute as any little girl he had ever seen. Her name was Hannah, while the younger one was Leigh. When Noreen had told him what their father had done to them, he had felt his blood boil, wanting to get her ex in his reach and pound him into the ground. They were such sweet little girls, and had no need to be treated so.

He got up from the step and followed her to the center of the yard. Soon the girls were laughing and playing as if he was their own private toy, wrestling around and he felt a jolt as he hugged them both close. Did he have children like this somewhere, kids who missed him and wished he would come home and play ball with them? Did he have a wife who missed him in the night and cried because she had no idea where he was? But the police had checked missing person's and found no one who matched his description.

"Max, are you alright, you look so sad all of a sudden..." Five years old Leigh came and sat by his side. 

Max nodded. "I feel sad because I don't know who I am Leigh, I don't know if I have a wife or kids like you and Hannah, or a family out there that might miss me or need me to come home." He knew even his name was one he couldn't be sure of. It had been written on a piece of paper found in his wallet. Everything else had been gone. No license, no social security card, nothing. Just the name Max Connor, Noreen had volunteered to go on line and search for some clue, but a search had revealed over a million hits and that had been too much to ask of her. For now, he would work on his visions and hope the answers came to him.

Hannah ran her hand up his arm. "You can stay with us Max, we like you and so does mom. You make her smile more then she has in a long time."

He smiled at that. "Do I Hannah? Your mom deserves to smile more and so do you two." He hugged them tight then, and when Noreen called them in for lunch, they all went in laughing and smiling.

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"Damn it Waylon, why do you have to act this way...just leave Keni alone...leave us both..." The black haired man was yelling at him, and Max came awake drenched in sweat and shaking. Waylon, he tasted the name in his mind, and found somehow that it fit him. Waylon...but Keni...? Who was Keni, and why would he have to leave her alone? Had he hurt her somehow, done something he shouldn't have?

He screamed as a pain as huge as being hit by a semi rushed over him. Keni, he had loved her. The woman he saw with the tall, black haired man...he had loved her but she had chosen another... The pain radiated out from his very soul and he felt close to passing out...

"Are you okay Max...?" Noreen was kneeling by him now, her hands on his knee and shoulder, her eyes filled with fear and worry over him. "What...what happened..." She reached over and wiped something wet from his face. "You're crying..."

"I loved her, had loved her so much..." The words were coming out now, running in a nonstop need to tell someone. "I'd loved her forever...but I could never tell her. Then he came home...and she had eyes only for him..."

"For whom Max...? Who did she have eyes for...?"

"My...my brother Harley, I heard them that day...hell the whole family heard them...up in her room, they didn't even try to be quiet...he was no good for her, he was in prison, he treated women like sluts...beat on them for sexual pleasure..." He groaned. "How could she choose him Noreen, I loved her so much and I never really wanted to hurt her...I know I did some bad stuff, but I never wanted to hurt her at all..."

Noreen held him close..."its okay Max, really, let it out, sometimes you got to let it out..."

He cried as he was sure he had never cried before. It seemed to go on and on and never want to end. When it did begin to ebb, he looked at her. "My name...my name isn't Max, its Waylon...Waylon Barnes, and I'm from Crossroads, Oklahoma..."

It was as if the dream and the tears had opened a dam inside him...It was all there, all in his mind. Some things he felt ashamed of, how he had treated women, how he had spied on them at night...and he remembered...

"Oh my god, I need a phone Noreen, I got to call Harley, that man is crazy, he hates my brother more then I ever did, he wants to kill Harley..." It sounded insane, but he knew it was true. "I got to call Harley, warn him..."

She didn't argue with him. Instead, they went to the phone and she dialed the number. It was 3 a.m. He watched as she listened to the ringing, and when someone answered, she spoke carefully. "Is Harley Barnes there? My name is Noreen Wilson, and I might have some information about his brother Waylon...what? No, that's not true, please I need to speak to Harley, this is important..." Noreen looked at him with fear in her eyes. "Waylon, did you try to shoot Harley?"

Waylon paled. "What? No, no...oh god no..."

"Hello, is this Harley? Keni? Keni, my name is Noreen Wilson...I'm a volunteer at the county hospital here in Dallas...yes, Dallas, Texas...we had a patient brought in a few weeks ago, he had been badly beaten and almost died. When he woke, he had not memory of who he was or where he was, he's been staying with me since his discharge and now...now he says he's Waylon Barnes and some man wants to kill Harley...hello...hello, are you there?" She listened and held out the phone..."She wants to talk to you..."

Waylon took the phone and spoke softly. "Keni...please believe me, I didn't try to kill Waylon..."

A husky soft voice gasped on the other end. "Waylon...it is you...but I need to be sure...what does Harley calls me when we're making love...?"

Despite himself, Waylon grinned. "He calls you his perfect pussy. Keni, is Harley safe, I know I did a lot of shit to you and to him, but I'm sorry, I am so damn sorry. I was so jealous of him...Keni, I...I loved you for so long and you never even looked at me..."

She sounded as near to crying as he was. "Oh Waylon...god, Harley wants to know where you are...and to tell you don't come back here...just tell me where you are, we'll come to you...okay?"

"Okay, please tell Harley...oh lord, Max Connor..."

"We know about Max...Just tell me where you are, we'll be leaving as soon as the sun comes up okay?"

He gave them the address and when the call was over, he looked at Noreen. "They're coming here. Keni told me not to come home...I don't know what's happening but she sounded frightened..."

Noreen nodded. "I know, she sounded that way when I mentioned your name...Waylon, what do you remember?"

Waylon shook his head. "Not until they get here Noreen, I don't think I can tell it more then once." He looked at her long and hard. Reaching out, he touched her face as he had remembered how he treated the women back home. In his way, he was no better then her ex-husband. "When they leave, I'll be leaving too. I need to be locked up myself Noreen; in a hospital...I don't think it's a good idea for me to be walking around."

"What...why?"

"I got some problems...I realize that now...I just don't think it's something you or the girls should be around...I want to thank you though, I never been around a woman like you before. You been so good to me, and I don't really deserve it..." He swallowed hard. "I just think its better..."

For the first time in the short time he had known her, Waylon watched as Noreen got angry. "And who the hell are you to decide what is better for me and my girls. Those little girls, they've fallen in love with you Waylon. You have treated them a million times better then their own father ever did. And as for me, dammit Waylon, I am twenty-six years old, more then old enough to handle a man no matter his problems. You've been nothing but good to me since you been here and not once have you ever hit me or called me names. If you had, believe me, you would have been out the door faster then you could blink. I learned my lesson once, and never again will I let a man treat me the way Harvey did. These past few weeks, being with you in the hospital and here at home, you've taught me that I am strong, that I can survive, and I will be goddamn if I will let you just walk out of my life or the life of my girls because you have problems..."

Waylon heard himself chuckle. "Damn woman, where the hell is all that coming from?"

She looked as surprised as he did. "To be honest, I have no idea. What I do know is that I've went and fallen in love with you Max Connor or Waylon Barnes or what ever the hell your name is. I know I'm not pretty or a beauty queen, but I do know that you aren't the pretty boy I am sure you used to be either. I also know that what ever is going on, I will stand by you no matter what, whether you like it or not."

Without warning, she moved up to him and threw her arms up around his neck and with a strength he hadn't known she possessed, pulled his mouth down to hers. Resisting at first, but slowly he felt himself giving to the softness of her lips and the feel of her body. As the kiss deepened, he began to take command of it, and soon she was moaning against his mouth with a pleasure that he had seldom heard in his life. He had to admit, he felt as much pleasure from it as she seemed to be. Without thinking, he lifted her up in his arms and even her squeal didn't stop him from carrying her to the sofa and lowering them both down to it.

When he drew his head back, he looked at her and smiled. She was protesting she was too heavy, but he shook his head. "You are light as a feather to me Noreen, and you will see what I mean when Keni gets here, she's no small flower herself."

"Is she beautiful?"

"In her way, she's bright and sunny, and she loves her family and the land. Her sister married my oldest brother Dean and after that Keni and her brother John used to visit every summer. She was this round little butter ball the first time I saw her, but you couldn't help but feel good around her, her smile and her laughter. It just made you feel good to hear it. I used to love watching her with the cows and how she was a bundle of energy around the house. And each summer she just grew more and more beautiful to me. It got so I dreamed of her at night and I was so hungry for her...it was like a obsession to me, but she never even knew and she never gave me any sign that my feelings might be returned. Then she and Harley got together and it was like I snapped somewhere inside. It was like I had this feeling that if she wanted to be with a bad boy, then I would be a bad boy for her. I started drinking, started being all my big brothers were. I spied on them so many times, watched them making love or just holding each other...and god the things I wanted to do to her...I wanted to make her my slave, to turn her into something that no man would want but me..."

Noreen nodded. "I know how that goes, that was how Harvey made me feel when we first got together. And I was fool enough to let him do it. God, the things he did to me, and I let him do them all so willingly just to keep him. But Waylon, you never did them to her did you?"

He shook his head. "You haven't met Harley...he would have killed me with out batting an eye. He was in prison for five years for almost beating a man to death in a bar fight, he was hard, cold, not caring about anyone but him. While Dean and I worked the farm, he was out drinking, whoring around, and coming home long enough to sleep, eat, and clean up before he was gone again. I guess I hated the idea of him having that attitude with Keni..." He felt cold as a shiver of something ran over him. "When I think about it, it seems funny, but he never treated her all that bad when they were around people, just when I spied on them alone. When they were around people, he always touched her so gentle and looked at her so soft and kind, like she was some fragile piece of glass. I thought it was all a part of his game, now I'm not so sure. They been together over five months now, I heard him tell her he wanted to marry her..."

"Do you think he will?"

Did he, would Harley marry Keni...? "Six months ago, I would have answered that with a rousing no. But now, now I'm not so sure what he will do. I know she loves him, you can see it every time she looks at him...it's right there in her eyes for the whole world to see."

"How old is she? What does she do?"

"Just a kid really, just turned eighteen in March. I think her folks wanted her to go to college, but I don't know if she will or not. She's good at helping people, I know that...that's one of the reasons she came this last summer, to help her sister Kate. Kate has a history of miscarrying and this summer she was pregnant again and had made it about half way through. Keni wanted to help take care of her and keep her down as much as possible. She should have had the kid by now, and what do you mean, did I shoot Harley...?"

Noreen shook her head. "The guy I talked to at first, he was yelling and rambling on about you and shooting your brother...and causing nothing but grief to the family..."

Waylon considered her words. "I'll be glad when they get here, it sound like shit is going down and I'm the only ones with the answers." An answer he wished he didn't have to give, but it had to be done.

"Will you still leave Waylon...?"

Looking at her, he felt a tug of indecision...did he want to leave her and the girls? Could he leave her and the girls? Running his fingers over her face, he slipped his thumb along her lips. "Are you really all that attached to Dallas Noreen? I mean if I asked you to come back to Crossroads with me, would you? You and the girls, you could stay with my folks. They got a big farm and the kids would have fresh air to breath and animals to play with...I don't know what I could offer you, or what will happen, but I guess I'd feel better knowing you were there no matter what happens. I just don't want you or the girls hurt."




Mistaken Identity



Bending her head toward him, she sighed. "Then I guess the girls and I better start packing huh? Because I belong with you Waylon... and if it means moving to the moon, I'll do it..."

He felt her lips on his again and for the first time he felt the feelings he had known for so long about Keni began to fade a bit. He had not doubt that it would be a long time before he was rid of them completely if ever, but this was a beginning...

To be Continued... 



Mistaken Identity



Friday night my room mate and I were invited to attend a bachelorette party. It was being thrown by one of the girls in my fraternity for her sister. It was sort of a no expense wasted sort of thing. The sky was the limit.

I had never been to one, but I'd heard that they get a little rowdy and sometimes end up as drunken orgies. I was up to it I thought because midterms were over and I had two weeks to kill. Anyway I had picked out a really nice gift and was looking forward to getting away from campus.

I should explain, my roommate and I are sort of opposites. I'm level headed and rather shy. She on the other hand is gregarious and daring. Daring almost to the point of being an embarrassment. 

Well anyway, we made arrangements to drive down to the city and even rented a room for Friday and Saturday nights. I expected to have a few drinks and didn't know when the affair would be over so staying over was the answer. As it turned out, I did the right thing.

The evening started out pretty much as I expected, but around ten things got a little more interesting. Most of the girls had drunk more than they could handle by then and that was about the time the entertainment began. 

Now I had heard about male strippers and Chippendale guys thru the grapevine, but I never actually attended a male strip show, so I guess I was sort of stupid about what went on during those shows.

It began all right. I mean he came out and did a sort of strip tease and all but then some of the girls began tucking fives and tens in his waist band. 

The more daring girls began doing the touchy feely thing. You know grabbing him in places they shouldn't but the guy seemed to enjoy the attention and actually began to.... You know, respond?

By now there was a cluster of the more daring girls gathered around him blocking my view so I don't know when it actually happened, but the next time I could get a glimpse of him one of the girls had pulled his briefs off and he was naked.

Debbie, my roommate was right up front with about five other girls who were playing with his cock. I mean a really BIG cock. I moved up closer to watch and found Debbie doing what Debbie does best. Embarrassing people and making a fool of herself. 

Anyway by now the guy was being dared to do different things, and the girls were daring each other. My roommate was in the center of the melee by now. 

First one of the girls, on a dare, began to sort of jerk him off. He let her do that for about a minute before Debbie dared him to let her suck his cock. Well that started the girls making bets among themselves as to how far things would go.

I was about ten feet away when he looked at me. He didn't seem to be paying attention to what they were doing to him. He just stared at me. I don't know if it was an invitation to do what the others were doing or not. 

All I know is our eyes locked and I felt flushed. This good looking guy was naked and he was looking hungrily at me and I had this urge to get closer and join the other girls touching and playing with him.

I tried to push my way closer and was almost there when I saw Debbie on her knees in front of him with his enormous cock in her mouth. I stood frozen.

Debbie and two or three of the other girls had stripped down to their panties and bras and were doing a sort of snaky dance in front of him. Then two of the girls took their bras off and wiggled out of their panties. Things were getting out of control and I backed off. 

From that point on it was a sort of orgy. One girl bent back as if doing a limbo and was wavering her pussy enticingly in front of him while Debby was trying to get him to put his cock in her. 

Now I'm not a prude, but I had to leave and go for another drink and step out for some fresh air. It was getting to me and my panties had become wet and slippery with my own excitement. Standing on the balcony I could hear the crowd suddenly, "Oooohing, and Ahhhing as something happened. 

I didn't want to look. Actually I was jealous that it wasn't me in there. In that brief moment when we had stared at each other I think I we shared our hunger for each other. 

He had made me want him. In the dark, on the balcony I slid my hands up under my skirt. Yes I felt the slippery fabric of my panties and they were slippery wet. 

I felt a need that I had never felt before. I wanted him to put his arms around me and hold me close. And, yes fuck me. That's a hard thing to admit, but that's what I wanted at that moment. 

When I went back in, the guy was gone, and so was Debbie. One of the girls told me that two of the girls got him to fuck them before Debbie left with him. 

So I had a few more drinks before I left and went to the room. By now it was around one and washed up and went to bed. And yes I played with my myself until I came three times before I fell asleep.

Debbie came in around five in the morning and crawled into her bed. Though I wouldn't dare ask what had happened, I assumed they had done it and I envied her for being forward, and cursed my shyness. She was up to almost anything and everything. I was left to fuck myself and be satisfied.

At nine the next morning, I left Debbie still sleeping, and went down to get some breakfast. That's when I saw him. The stripper guy. He was sitting at a table in the corner drinking coffee. Determined to be more brazen I worked up enough courage to go over to over and sit down at his table.

He didn't seem to recognize me but when he looked into my face I got that feeling of weakness again. The waitress came over and I ordered eggs and bacon and sat sipping a cup of coffee. Still he didn't say anything. I decided to break the silence.

"Was it good with Debbie? They told me you left with her last night."

He looked up at me with a sort of puzzled look on his face but said nothing. I had broken the ice and now dared go on.

"They told me you did two of the girls before you left. Is that something special or is that something that's included in your services?"

He smiled at me and slowly shook his head, no. Then with a cute smile on his face he finally spoke.

"Miss, you must have me mixed up with someone else. I do perform services but.... I don't understand the special services thing. I'm the masseuse here at the hotel and my services are by appointment only. And all my services are sort of special in a way. Massages always are."

I could have died at that moment. I had made a mistake and a complete fool out of myself. He must have known what I was hinting at because he sort of fidgeted in his seat.

"God I am Sooo sorry. I thought you were that...," I let my voice trail off. I was getting deeper and deeper in trouble and decided to shut up.

"Oh you're talking about Kevin. My name is Brad. I've been mistaken for him any number of times. No I'm not Kevin, but I do sort of envy him in a way. I guess I'm not as daring as he is. So I'm not quite as popular as he seems to be, if you know what I mean."

I think I was blushing when I answered. "Oh I really don't know that much about what went on, it's just that he left the party with my roomie and she didn't get in until this morning."

He was driving me crazy. That smile and his light grey eyes were hypnotizing me just like that guy last night had. I was getting the hots for this guy and it was exciting.

Again I was getting wet and just moving my shoulders was making my bra rub against my sensitive nipples..The more I did it the more I could feel my pussy starting to do that twitching thing.

We chatted for a few more minutes before my breakfast came and he got up to leave. I didn't want him to go so I looked up at him and asked. "How do I make an appointment for a massage? One of your massages."

Smiling down at me he just nodded his head towards the door and whispered. Just call down. I'm open most of the afternoon. We can do it either in your room or at the massage parlor. Which would you prefer? I mean do you want it done in your room, or down in the parlor?"

"My room," I mumbled, 304 at the end of the hallway."

"Three thirty ok with you?" 

I nodded and he turned and left. I don't even remembering eating. I was actually trembling. If this guy Kevin looked anything like this guy when he was nude, I was in heaven.

I didn't like to do it but I convinced Debbie stay out of the way for the entire afternoon. I did tell her I wanted some time to myself and that I might indulge myself with a massage this afternoon. She looked puzzled but promised to stay away until supper time.

I made the appointment and at three thirty there came the soft knock on the door. I was wearing short shorts and a snug pullover. I have a good body and I wanted to have him see just how perky my breasts were. 

I'm not as large on top as Debbie is, but a small C is better than a small B if you get my point. And my thighs and tummy are as firm as one could ask for. So I opened the door and he rolled his massage table into the room.

I thought I had dressed seductively, Short shorts, a blouse a wee bit too small and a low cut bra. If I thought I was enticing, I was pleasantly surprised by his outfit. 

He had a pair of rather brief cargo shorts on and his shirt was opened almost down to his waist. I couldn't speak. His bare muscular chest was everything I had ever dreamt about,... maybe even better.

"Shall we start? Er, what is your name, I never thought to ask."

"Lynda, but everyone calls me Lynn. It's easier that way," I giggled.

"OK Lynn, just take off your sneakers and sox and your blouse so we can start."

For the first time I began to have second thoughts about this. Here I am standing in a strange hotel room, getting undressed for a guy that looks like some sort of Adonis.

The sneakers and sox were nothing, but when he had me unbutton my blouse and put it aside, I realized that I was standing there in just my bra. I began to quake. "What about my shorts? Them too, I asked."

He just smiled at me and asked: "If you want. I mean if it would make you more comfortable, sure that would be ok, but it's not necessary." 

I wiggled out of my shorts and now stood up. I was standing there in just my panties and bra. He reached out and put his hands on my waist and lifted me up onto the table.

Just his touch was leaving me breathless. The room was warm and I looked at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

He unfolded a towel and holding it by the corners dangled it in front of me and nodded. 

I didn't quite understand what he wanted and I suppose I looked a little puzzled.

"Your bra, that's going to be in the way. So just take it off and lay on your tummy. I'll start on your back."

He was holding the towel about two or three inches in front of me, giving me a bit of privacy as I fumbled with the clasp. I unfastened my bra and shrugged out of the straps. 

He was looking at my face, avoiding looking down. 

On impulse I suddenly reached out and snatched the towel from him. Then slowly swiveled and laid on my tummy. There was no way in hell he couldn't have seen my breasts and how excited my nipples had become before I laid down. 

I was already breathing hard. Actually I was a bit lightheaded, almost intoxicated by what I had just done.

At first it was relaxing.. He worked his hands across my shoulders and behind my neck. But as he gradually worked lower, another, more exciting sensation sent chills thru me. I turned my head sideways and commented. 

"It's warm in here and I don't want to be the only one with nothing on. Would it be all right if I asked you to take your T shirt off? 

He hesitated, then I heard a soft rustle as he took it off. Again his hands returned to my back as he continued to stroke and knead lower and lower. 

My panties were becoming wet and slippery again. I don't think he could see the spreading dark spot but he paused to put a towel over my behind before moving lower with his massage.

Past the hollow of my back and lower his hands moved and suddenly he was massaging the cheeks of my ass. Oh sure, the towel was in the way but at that point, I wanted to feel his hands on me, not the damn towel, so I snaked my right hand down and finding the end of the towel, pulled it off and dropped it to the floor.

He paused, than started again but now the silken fabric of my panties was the only covering and I became frustrated. Sliding both my hands down my sides, I hooked my panties with my thumbs and pushed them down as far as I could. Again he paused before starting again.

While he continued kneading my ass, I moved my legs apart as far as I could. My panties were sort of locking my thighs together just above my knees so I mumbled. "Take them off. They're in the way. I'm not shy. Just take them off."

He said nothing but I felt him fumble at the sides of my legs and begin to work my panties down towards my feet. Lifting my ass slightly he was able to pull them off.

Things began to get more exciting. More than that, I was getting hornier and hornier as each moment passed. He went back to massaging my butt and now I could move my legs further apart, just barely keeping my legs on the table. He had to see at least part of my pussy, and definitely all of my ass. 

The warm oil on his hands was being worked in and he began massaging from the back of my knees up to my buttocks. Possibly by accident, or maybe not, his fingers slid between the cheeks of my ass and across my tiny opening. I stifled a gasp and wiggled my back side letting him know I enjoyed it.

Picking up on it, he began to tease his fingers more daringly over my ass and I couldn't stop the soft moaning sounds I was beginning to make.

For the first time in minutes he spoke. "Is this all right? I mean is this what you want?"

I practically yelled aloud, "Yeah, Oh yeah, that's good. It's making me crazy. But I like that."

To encourage him more I spread even wider. My knees were at the edge of the table and I had to sort of lock my ankles together to prevent straddling it. Now his fingers were massaging that short space that separates my pussy from my ass. I was ecstatic. 

Afraid he would stop and go back to massaging my legs I mumbled. "Keep doing it there, I like that. Do the inside of my thighs too. That feels so good."

I had almost told him to go lower, touching my pussy, wanting him to massage my cunt with his warm oily fingers, but dared not actually say it.

He began letting his index finger slip between the lower portion of my pussy's lips before again moving up to my ass. I couldn't take it any longer and gasped: Put it in. Use your finger and put it in. 

I was going mad just feeling his fingers teasing my pussy and ass and I couldn't stand it any longer. He slid his index finger into my pussy as his thumb began stroking the small opening of my ass. I was close to orgasming and couldn't stop myself.

He must have suspected it because he paused and moved back to my thighs and calves. I was panting by now. And when he finished with my feet I flipped over and stared at him.

"My front. Do my front now Brad. I like what you're doing." 

Bending down he picked up the towel and put it over my hips, covering my pussy. 

I reached down and took it off, held it out over the edge of the table, and dropped it to the floor. There was no pretending anymore. He knew what he was doing to me and I think he was enjoying it. At least if that bulge in his shorts was any indication.

From that point on I was lost. He worked my shoulders again but moments later I felt the warm oil, then his soft hands cupping my breasts. His palms seemed to brush back and forth across my nipples, stirring them, making them more erect, and turning them into points of erotic sensation. 

I have this thing. There seems to be some sort of connection between my nipples and my pussy. I mean it's as though, if one is touched, the other responds along with it. 

Even when I masturbate, I get a more intense feeling when I pinch and roll my nipples as I play with my clit. But now my hands were at my side and he was doing it for me.

I was rapidly losing control. I wanted him to touch my pussy while he was doing that massage thing to my nipples and I had to tell him. 

"Oh god Brad. Yeah that feels good....... Please don't stop, but... massage my..... Down between my thighs while your doing my breasts. I think I'm gonna...... You know. Finish. Just please do it both places at the same time for me."

He must have done this before with other women. He knew exactly what I needed and as his hand slid down over my tummy he put his lips over my nipple and began flicking his tongue back and forth. 

A second later his fingers were on my cunt. Then I felt his fingers slid inside me and his thumb started rubbing back and forth across my swollen clit. I was getting closer and closer when I suddenly reached out and tugged at his shorts, setting his cock free. 

It all happened so fast. He was leaning over my breast sucking my nipple, his hand was doing things to my cunt that I never believed anyone could do to it, and I was clutching the biggest and hardest cock imaginable. 

My body began to shake and I moaned aloud as I came. I don't mean I just had an intense orgasm or anything, I mean I went ballistic. I never had an orgasm like that in my entire life, and between gasping for air I cried out. "Fuck, Oh my god I'm cumming. Don't stop, I'm cumming! Give my pussy what it wants! Oh Yeahhhhh. Like that." I was shaking like a leaf when he let my nipple slip from his mouth and he stepped back. Almost as if he were embarrassed, he turned away and tucked his cock back in his shorts and put a towel over me. 

I was panting so hard I couldn't speak. He began to fold things up, put the cap back on the bottle of oil, and got ready to leave. 

Helping me off the table he led me to the couch and I sat down. I stared at him. How could he be so nonchalant? How could he have just given me the most fantastic orgasm of my life and just pack up and leave? I was desperate yet I wanted to act as if it hadn't happened.

"You don't have to go. I owe you something for that. You know....... We could do more in the bedroom if you want. I mean, I want to sort of repay you for that. Don't you like me? I'd like to do some more, .. You know,.... With you, the two of us. I can do that again and I can do you at the same time. Please?"

He paused, looked down at me and just gave me that sexy smile.

"Thanks for the offer, but I have another appointment. Maybe another time. OK?"

Softly he closed the door behind him as he wheeled the table out into the hallway. 

At first I was ashamed at what had happened, then embarrassed. What had I let myself do? I had actually asked him to make me cum and I felt like an idiot. But then I got furious. I'm a good looking woman and how dare he walk out when I offered myself to him. 

I wanted to wash away my shame so I showered and got dressed. 

An hour later Debbie returned. She knew right away that something was wrong and that I was upset. I told her everything that had happened and what I had practically forced him to do. 

She seemed amused and stared at me before asking. "You perfectly sure it wasn't Kevin? It seems strange that two guys who look so much alike would show up at the same place." 

I thought for a minute before answering. "No...... it wasn't the stripper guy. Brad actually was a lot nicer, but my god was he built. I mean he is big. It's just that....you know, it hurt when I couldn't talk him into fucking me or even let me suck him off. And I'm sure he's not gay. He really got turned on doing that to me. Maybe there's something wrong with me."

Debbie grinned and pursed her lips in thought. "Maybe he has some sort of problem and its not you. Maybe...you know his foreskin is too tight and it hurts or something. It's probably something like that."




Mistaken Identity



"No, I answered, he's been cut, you know circumcised, so that's not it. It's got to be me."

"Well he's afraid of something Lynn and it's definitely nothing you did. Maybe he's so used to women telling him to do things to them that he just feels like some sort of gigolo or something. I'll tell you what. We're going to seduce your Brad. You know put him on the receiving end. Get even by making him want you as much as you want him."

My heart started beating like crazy. Just the thought of making him lose control and want me and cumming for me, sent thrills thru me. My pussy began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Yeah, sure Debbie, and how are we going to force him to do anything like that? It's impossible to do that to a guy."

She smiled and her voice dropped low. "Look, we make another appointment for a massage. An evening massage and when he comes up the two of us will work on him. I've really got to meet your "Mr. Wonderful."

It sounded good but how can two girls overpower a guy and make him do those things if he doesn't want to?

He wasn't working on Sunday, so we extended our stay and arranged for his services at eight Monday evening. 

As always, I was losing my courage and if it weren't for Debbie, I'd have dropped the whole plan.

At seven we both showered and got ready. Our pussies were shaved and with just the right amount of eye makeup we looked like Nubian seductresses waiting for their master.

Fear turned to that giddy feeling I get when I think of doing something naughty and actually Debbie was acting about the same as I was.

At ten minutes after eight there was a light tap on the door and I opened it. Brad was there with his table and things. He wheeled it in and asked where I wanted to set it up.

Debbie stood in the background. Her mouth was forming the "O," expression of awe. I could tell she was hungry and anxious for him to start. Then stepping forward she sort of took charge.

"In the bedroom. Set up in there. You know we're both scheduled, don't you?"

He nodded and said "yes, I know."

In the bedroom Debbie told him not to use the table. We'd prefer to just use one of the single beds. He didn't seem to like the idea because he would be forced to kneel on the bed to do his job. He obviously thought his job was giving massages, and not what we had in mind.

We had the thermostat set high so the room was actually uncomfortably warm. That was a part of the plan. Now he turned and asked: "Who's first?" Debbie nodded to me and I let my teddy fall to the floor.

He stared, and actually got flushed. Debbie whispered, "No surprises Brad, you've seen her nude before. Don't get so flustered. Just be a good boy and get comfortable. Start by taking off that T shirt and your shoes. You're going to be working on the bed tonight."

He seemed suspicious but still hadn't caught on but did as she asked. When he turned around, Debbie had also dropped her teddy. Slowly she sauntered over to him and pressed her breasts to his bare chest.

He was trapped between her and the bed. Trying to back up, his legs buckled and he sat down.

He was obviously strong enough to push her away but I think he was afraid to do anything that could even be considered aggressive. He could get in trouble or maybe even fired if he did anything really forceful. 

She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed. He laid back and she crawled onto the bed, and placing one knee between his thighs and the other outside his leg, and straddled him. That was my clue to join in.

As she sort of held him down, I leaned over him and lowered my left breast to his face. His hands lifted momentarily as if to push me away but he suddenly paused. Debbie had undone his belt and unzipped his fly. She had him stripped naked within seconds and Brad was obviously afraid to do anything to stop her.

I looked down and holding my breast, moved my swollen nipple to his mouth. It was my turn to be in charge. "Suck it! Suck it just like you did Saturday. Go ahead Brad, do it!"

Turning my head and looking over my shoulder, watched Debbie begin to massage his cock and balls. I turned back and looked into his eyes felt him began to drag his teeth gently up and down the sensitive sides of my nipple. My cunt began to do that crazy twitching thing again and I moaned.

Turning again to see what Debbie was doing. I was astonished. His cock was no longer flaccid. It now stood hard and erect as her pink tongue darted out and began to flutter around the rim of its head.

He had stopped even trying to resist. His hands suddenly came alive and he grasped both of my breasts, and drawing them together, he began to move his mouth back and forth sucking first one, than the other. 

He was driving me crazy. My pussy was beginning to ache as it got even wetter and slipperier.

I listened to the sucking sounds Debbie was making as she sucked his cock but when she heard me moan, she suddenly pulled loose and gasped. "Trade places with me. He's ready."

Suddenly she was by my side and her breasts moved to replace mine. Again that soft sucking sound as he now drew her nipples into his mouth. 

I moved down and on impulse began jerking his cock into my mouth. He began to lift up and push his fat cock deep down my throat. I gagged before letting him go and straddled his waist. 

Rocking up on my knees, I reached between my thighs and held his rigid shaft up and started teasing it back and forth between the folds of my cunt, using it to spread my wetness up and down the valley between. 

I was facing him, and although Debbie was in the way and I couldn't see his face, I knew he was suckling Debbie the way he had done me. 

I was hot and horny and each time I wiggled the head of his cock against my clit, I contracted, and I became even more wet and juicy. 

Pressing the head of his cock firmly into the valley of my cunt, I slid it up and down when suddenly it found the soft opening of my vagina and move slightly in. Releasing him, I slowly lowered myself.

Some things are indescribable. One was the feeling his thick cock stretching me open and slipping deeper and deeper. It was sending waves of exciting sensations coursing thru me and I began to roll my nipples between my fingers. Lifting and falling perhaps two or three times, I had him completely inside me. Pausing I contracted hotly around his thick cock. It was almost as if some missing part had suddenly been replaced. 

It belonged there, and when I began to rock forward and backward on my knees, pulling him in and out, I had to fight the rising fire that was starting. 

I knew I wasn't going to last very long and yet I didn't want it to end. Oh I'm multiple but still it felt so damn good I wanted the first one to last. 

The sensation was maddening. I could actually fee the head of his cock probing my "G" spot and by rolling my ass forward, my clit was being stroked by his pubes. 

As the sensation built I felt as if I was going to pee. It was new to me and I fought it but suddenly it was just too powerful. I just tried to relax and let it happen. I CAME! I came hard and I ejaculated.

Screaming obscenities, I rode his cock, moving up and down and crying out.

"Oh fuck! Oh god give it to me nice and deep! Yeah like that! Shove it up in there. I want you like that! Harder, HARDER, Harder, Yeah I want you to fuck me! Bury it deep in me."

Quickly I felt myself going over the top for the second time and now He WAS THRUSTING TOO, and I continued to beg for more. 

"I love your cock. It feels so good. Faster, give it to me faster! Again! Oh god I'm gonna cum again. Yeah I can feel it baby, oh that's so good. Tell me to cum again. That feels so good baby...... Oh I'm cummin, yeah! Let it go! Gimmee your load. Shoot in me! Gimmee it nowwww!"

I fell forward and putting my hands on his chest, I felt his cock spasm deep inside my pussy. He was cumming. I held still, counting. One, two, three, four,...and on and on as he continued to spurt and I began to squeeze his cock, clamping down each time I felt him shoot.

Debbie lifted up and stared at me..."He came didn't he? I hope you didn't drain him. Baby I'm next. Just lift up and let me get my mouth over that rod. I want him to stay hard." I slowly lifted up and suddenly my cunt let out a stream of his milky sperm. 

That didn't bother Debbie one bit. Almost before I had moved my leg to the side, she thrust his cock into her mouth and began sucking. Beginning to stroke him from his balls all the way up to her lower lip and her cheeks dimpled as she drained him.

I knelt on the edge of the bed and watched as I tried to catch my breath. His abs and balls were coated with cum and Debbie was sort cleaning it up with her tongue. 

Brad still lay on his back, gasping for air and panting when he looked down at Debbie.

"You next? You want it too? If you keep me hard. I can do it lady. Just keep me up honey."

Seconds later he got up and pulled his cock out of her mouth and told her to lie down on her back. She crawled up on the bed and took his place, lying on her back. 

Brad moved between her legs and Debbie lifted high and put her legs on his shoulders. I moved closer and stared. Debbie's pussy was sort of half open. 

He took his cock in his hand and slowly lowered it, found her vagina and forced it in. He didn't seem overly anxious, but he was determined. 

Once he had penetrated her he began to thrust, In and out. In and out. Each time deeper, and I watched the tight ring of her cunt sliding along the glistening cylinder of his shaft. 

"Like that you little bitch? Like the feeling of a hard cock moving in and out of your slimy little pussy? Want to feel how deep I can shove it? Want to cum all over it for me?"

He wasn't exactly cruel, but sort of threatening in an erotic way. Debbie lifted her head and almost daring him, snarled.

"Give my cunt what it wants. Fuck it! Come on shove it in and make me cum. I want that cock...... Yeah, there you go. That way. Fuck it in deep like that. I like that. Pump that cock in... Oh yeah, like that! Oh yeah come on fuck me. Keep going harder like that."

Brad was now stroking harder and faster. His balls made a sort of pat, pat, pat sound against her raised ass and again she began to pant out orders.

"Make me cum! Do it! I'm almost there now. It's close. Stick it in there real good. Deep! Hurt me! Oh shit here it cums. Shoot your cum all over me. Shoot in me. Let it go! Baby I want your cum. Yeahhhhh , Oh YEAHHHH, I'M CUMMING NOW! COME ON SHOOT!"

I watched in awe. I watched Brads sweat coated body swaying back and forth, plunging in and out. His face seemed to have a satanic smile on it as he strove to satisfy her. 

Debbie had gone rigid. Her back arched up as she forced her legs down hard on his shoulders, lifting her cunt up to meet his thrusting cock. Now all she could muster were some short panted gasps.

"Unhhh, unhhh, ooohhhh yeah. Unhhh yesss babeee, Yeahhhhh, like that. Gimmee more. It...feels...so....fucking....goood...like....that! Shoot...dammit...Gimmee cum! Let it go!"

As if on command Brad paused and moaned. "Yeah, Now baby, take it. Spurting now...TAKE IT! Take it all,... you little whore!"

If I weren't so weak and sated I would have attacked the two of them. Although I was satisfied, I still had a crazy need for more. Anything, just more. Then I wondered...... Do I dare do it? There was one thing I had heard about and wondered....... Would he do it to me if I asked? 

I turned my back and went to the other bed. Kneeling just at the edge, I swayed my ass invitingly and looking over my shoulder teased Brad.

"You man enough to take it? Your hard cock still need a tight hole to fill? Come on Brad. It's yours if you want it."

Pulling out of Debbie, he turned to me and I felt him put his hands on my hips. His thighs were tightly pressing against the back of mine. He stood between my legs and I felt his cock slowly move into my cunt. "No baby, that's good but higher. Use a little oil but go up a bit. My ass baby, fuck my ass.

Seconds later I felt his oily finger moving in and out of the tiny portal. Then another joined the first and as I relaxed, I suddenly felt his balls smack against my cunt. 

He had his cock deep in my bowel and strangely it felt good. I had to try and relax or it stung a little, but soon that went away.

Debbie had recovered and now had her hand between my legs and was rapidly swirling her fingers over my clit. I didn't know if I could climax this way but after three or four minutes of his thrusting, and Debbie's playing with my clit, I knew the answer. I was going to have another orgasm.

My legs began to shake and I was pushing back, trying to match his thrusting. At almost the same instant both Brad and I gasped. For Brad it was a sort of growl, "Gonna cum baby."

"Me too. Yeah me too," I moaned.

I was too into it to feel him pull out but I do remember feeling his warm cum as it splattered against my ass and back. And I do remember falling forward on the bed and Debbie's mouth lapping across my buttocks and back. She was cleaning up what Brad had spew on me.

That night Brad never left. We bathed and pushed the twin beds together and slept. In the morning I awoke to the sensation of his mouth tenderly teasing my clit and his tongue probing deep within my pussy. 

I was never the same after that. Never shy or afraid. I was a raving nympho from that point on. A slut with an insatiable need for a mans cock and an appetite for mouthfuls of cum.



Mistaken Identity



Back in the day, the early 1980's to be precise, I was badly in need. In need of a job to be more specific. These were times of prosperity for most. The Dow had recently hit 2000, which was a record. The economy was booming and would continue to do so throughout most of the decade. Everyone and everything seemed to be doing great, except for me. Being the remarkably perceptive dude he was, my friend Rich sensed my need for employment. He had recently started a small company installing and maintaining telephone systems. The timing seemed perfect for his venture. The Bell system monopoly had been broken not long ago, and every new business needed phones. 

Rich's hiring me was more than his version of helping the poor. I did have some electronics knowledge. I could easily handle a multimeter, a signal tracer and other assorted electronic test equipment I needed to do the job. Plus, I knew Rich for about a dozen years, having met him in grammar school. He knew me for a dozen years and still talked to me, so that was a good start. The job was also good for me in other ways. I was out on the road all day, which I enjoyed. I liked the freedom of not having a boss over my shoulder and I was never the type of guy who liked to be tied to a desk. Going from place to place allowed me to meet a variety of women as well. Heck, I actually enjoyed it so much I thought I'd probably retire from there.

One Friday afternoon things were really slow. I had a service call in the morning and a brief demonstration of a phone system just after lunch. The rest of the afternoon was free. I decided the best way to spend it was to head over to the Go-Go-Rama in Lawrence Harbor. I had just returned from South Jersey and it was getting relatively late in the day anyway, close to three. I perched myself comfortably at the bar hoping to relieve myself of excess singles burning a hole in my pocket. I wasn't there more than a half-hour when my pager began to vibrate. This was long before the days of cell phones. I carried a pager so my boss could get in touch with me to inform me of service calls. I went outside the bar and found a pay phone. This was also back when you could find a pay phone that actually worked. I carried a roll of dimes in the console of my ten year old BMW 2002 just for that purpose.

"What up?" I asked very professionally.

"I need you to do a service call at Benson Commodities in West Caldwell." Rich stated flatly.

Benson Commodities in West Caldwell. I really wasn't looking forward to this. Jack Benson was the type of guy who wore suits that cost more than most peoples cars. He founded the firm with his brother Steve a couple of years ago and really hit it big in the recent markets. He was also a real prick. A very rich prick, but a prick nonetheless. I really did not look forward to dealing with him on this otherwise pleasant Friday afternoon. I would rather have gone to the dentist. On the bright side, he had a rather hot looking secretary named Joan. She was an attractive older woman. Older woman to me at this time meant she was pushing forty. She was always pleasant and nice to look at, so there was a bright spot in this darkening cloud passing my way. I hated to have to leave the Go-Go-Rama just as a hot looking Latina chick who looked like she was part contortionist had just started doing her thing on the pole. I have a pole she can do her thing on, I thought to myself.

I got into the BMW and put down the windows as I made my way onto Route 35. It was getting hot in the car and the air conditioner hadn't worked since the Ford administration. I made my way north towards the Garden State Parkway. The traffic shouldn't be too bad for a Friday afternoon as I was heading the opposite way of most of the commuters. With any luck I should be there by 4:30. 

Just as I predicted I arrived in West Caldwell at 4:30 sharp. I pulled in the parking lot and parked the car. I grabbed my equipment bag out of the trunk and walked up to the entrance of the rather square glass office building, stopping to admire the black Mercedes 6.9 parked out front. Must be nice I thought.

I made my way onto the mirrored elevator and got off on the sixth floor. I found my way to Joan's desk. She was looking hot as she tapped away on her IBM Selectric.

"Joan." I said.

"Alan." She responded.

"What is the problem my dear?"

"Jack's phone isn't working and he is not pleased." She explained.

"I didn't think he would be." I stated, "I should be able to fix that. Do you think I'll be able to get in his office?"

"Maybe a little later. Do you really need to?" She asked.

"I'll let you know. Let me see what I can do."

I found the main terminal box for the phone system and attached a tone generator to the posts for the wiring to Jack's phone. I then went back to the area by Joan's desk with a portable handset and tried to trace the tone. While I was around the corner from Joan's desk I heard Jack come out of his office. I could not help but overhearing their conversation.

"Joan. I need you to call Carol at the service. I want one Asian girl, one black girl and one blonde. Make sure they are young and I want new girls. I don't want any girls I had before. Got that?"

"Yes Mr. Benson." Joan responded.

Moments later I heard Jack go back into his office. My curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to Joan's desk.

"Joan, did I hear what I thought I heard?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes, you did." Joan began with a grin, "Every Friday Mr. Benson gets three call girls from a high priced call girl service. They come over and do their thing in his office and then he goes home to the wife for the weekend. I phone in the order and they send over their youngest and prettiest girls. He does this every Friday. Let me call 'the service' as he calls it."

I walked back over to where I was before. I could not help thinking what a lucky bastard. Damn, I thought. If I could live like that just one day. What a lucky prick.

I soon found the problem. The cleaning people must have hit the phone junction with the vacuum cleaner. I had a new one and could probably have it changed within a half-hour or so. As I was finishing up installing the new junction box, I heard Jack come out of his office again.

"Joan, I have to go up to the seventh floor to meet with my brother Steve. He is having one of his emergencies with a big client."

"OK, Mr. Benson. I'll be leaving in a few minutes anyway. It is almost five." She responded.

"Well have a good weekend. I'll see you Monday." Jack said.

"You too Mr. Benson." She added.

I heard Jack step onto the elevator. Joan came over to me and spoke.

"I'm leaving now, it is almost five. You'll be alright?"

"Fine. I found the problem." I said.

"Great. Mr. Benson will be happy. Have a great weekend Alan."

"You too Joan." I responded.

I finished up screwing down the junction box as Joan walked off. After making certain the wiring was secure, I headed over to Jack's office. With him in a meeting, I had a chance to check his phone.

I stepped into Jack's office and was amazed at the spaciousness and beauty. Dark wood paneling and plush carpeting everywhere. I stepped over to his giant leather desk chair. I sat down. What a plush, comfortable chair. This chair probably costs more than my car I thought to myself. I picked up the phone. Sure enough there was a dial tone. Well at least the phone works I thought. Mission accomplished. With the phone in my hand I swiveled the chair around and put my feet up against the dark paneled wall for a moment. It sure felt good sitting in this chair, that's for sure. Just as I was getting lost in the comfortable surroundings I was startled by someone knocking on the doorframe. Thinking it might be Jack, I quickly turned back around and put the phone down.

"Did I startle you Mr. Benson?" 

In front of my eyes was one of the hottest looking blondes I have ever had the pleasure of feasting my eyes on.

"Um, no actually I'm just, ah...I'm just..." I started to say something but somehow couldn't.

Just as the blonde walked into the room, the other two girls filed in. In front of my eyes were three of the hottest looking girls I have ever seen.

"Actually I'm just, um....I'm just.... I'm just..." I was still tongue-tied.

I sat back and took a deep breath.

"Actually I'm just...so glad they sent over such fine looking women." I exhaled, "Please come in and close the door behind you."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Benson. You look a lot younger than I heard." The blonde continued.

"Ah, yes...um, I'm on a new health food diet. Works wonders." I was thinking quickly, "Shall we get started?"

"Sure." The blonde said as the three of them smiled and giggled.

I immediately took off my shirt and shoes. The black girl stood before me wearing only a black lace bra and panties. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down.

"Oh, and a lot bigger than we heard." She said.

"Yes, that health food diet does work wonders." I was smiling and the girls started to giggle.

As the black girl stood before me, I relieved her of her bra and panties. Before me were two large breasts with huge dark brown nipples. I went to work on them with my mouth as her nipples hardened between my lips. I lifted her onto the desk and proceeded to help the other girls out of their underwear. I removed a white lace bra and panties from the blonde and then proceeded to remove a red bra and panties from the Asian girl revealing perfect rounded breasts and delicate nipples. I traced circles around her nipples with my tongue as I lifted her by her thighs. While doing this I reclined backwards on the desk. I guided the Asian girl's thighs to my head as her nearly hairless mound came in contact with my mouth. It reminded me I should probably get Chinese take-out for dinner.

As I started teasing that delicious Asian mound with my tongue, I could see the black girl go down on my now stiff cock while the blonde tended to my balls with her fingers and tongue. After a few moments I could see the black girl get up and then slide her pussy onto my manhood. I peered between the legs of the Asian girl before my face and could catch a glimpse of the black girl's full bush rising and falling in a steady rhythm on my throbbing cock. The blonde continued her ball duties using ever-firmer strokes of her tongue as she fingered the area bellow my nuts. I could tell she was fingering herself as well with her free hand as I could hear her soft moans. Her blonde curls teased my inner thighs with delight as she worked. The black girl started to moan audibly as she tightened her vaginal muscles around my member and worked it like the professional that she was. It was all I could do to keep my mind on the Asian dish before me, her moans also becoming audible as I continued tracing my tongue around her engorged lips and clit. Another moment and I exploded into the black girl, her big black bush bobbing up and down as her large brown nipples danced before me. I pressed the Asian bush into my face as we all came together.

After it was over I helped the girls get their clothes back on. I escorted the escorts back to the elevator and kissed them all goodbye. I quickly made my way back to Jack's office and picked up the papers and the desk lamp we had knocked on the floor. I tried to make the office look as much like it did before as I could. Moments later I gathered my equipment and headed towards the elevator. Just as I was about to get on, the elevator door opened and Jack stepped out.

"Get everything working, son?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I said, "The phone is working fine."

"Good." He said, "By the way, was anyone looking for me?"

"Um, no sir."

"Just checking. You did a fine job." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, "Here is something for your efforts."

"Oh thank you sir." He had handed me a twenty-dollar bill. It was nice to get a tip, "Thank you and have a good weekend."

"You too."

I stepped into the elevator with the twenty-dollar bill still in my hand. At least I know how I'll pay for dinner. Now where can I get good Chinese take-out I thought?



Mistaken Identity



This is a true story

I am a very lucky man. My beautiful wife and I have been married almost 20 years. She gave me two wonderful children. My oldest is a boy, almost 11. My youngest is a girl, just shy of 8. They are fantastic, well adjusted children. We are lucky enough to be able to afford a cabin in Central Minnesota. It is nestled in the trees on a fantastic sandy beach on a lake. It is a three season cabin, open from Memorial Day to early October. Our cabin is the place where our entire family can come together and have fun swimming, riding the SeaDoo, fishing off the dock, and generally enjoy each other's company. My nieces (through marriage to my wife) are frequent cabin visitors, and have a standing invitation to come up whenever they please. 

My nieces are 24, 22, 17 year old. I am the father figure in their lives since their dad left the marriage over 15 years ago and moved in a younger woman. Given the circumstances, these girls have grown up to be well adjusted, normal very beautiful young women. I have taken on the responsibility to guide them and on more than one occasion, crack the whip when they get out of line.

The 4th of July weekend always tests the cabin's ability to house everyone when it comes time to go to sleep. Tents are set up down by the lake for this eventuality. There is no set arrangement on who will be sleeping in the cabin and who will sleep out in the tents. It generally works out that those who sleep in the tents, are those who just happened to get to bed last that evening.

There is typically a 4th of July parade in town every year. Town is about a 10 minute drive from the cabin. I invited all my nieces to come with, but the youngest two wanted to stay at the lake and work on their tans. The 24 year old niece Jenny wanted to come with me, my wife and two small children.

We arrived on Main Street very early so my wife would make sure that we had a front row seat on the curb. That way the kids could easily run out and collect the candy that was inevitably thrown from the various floats in the parade. We set up portable chairs and blankets and sat there waiting for the parade to begin.

With 45 minutes until the parade, I looked over and noticed that we were seated directly in front of a bar. Heck it was almost noon, so I decided to go get a nice stiff cocktail. I came back and Jenny asked "What are you drinking and where did you get that?" 

It was a very hot day and she was looking to quench her thirst as well.

"Look right behind you" I said as she looked up and saw the old rusted "Bar" sign.

Jenny came back out with a Whiskey Coke and sat down to enjoy it. We both had several cocktails during the parade, and all the while, I was thinking I would rather be back at the cabin near the lake, where it was 20 degrees cooler.

Soon enough the parade ended and we went back to the cabin.

Upon arriving back to the cabin we both changed into our bathing suits and I brought a cooler down to the lake, and proceeded to set up my chair next to Jenny's. We were having great conversation, and as we were talking my eyes could not help but look my gorgeous niece up and down. She is an absolutely beautiful young woman. Straight black hair, long legs, big beautiful firm breasts, and a fantastic waist line. She easily could have been employed as a model if she wanted.

By 5pm or so, both Jenny and I were getting pretty drunk. She suggested that we take the four wheeler through the woods to a bar about a half mile away. She jumped on behind me and was unsure of where to put her hands to hold on. "Jen, just put them around my chest" I said.

We made it to the bar, and we continued drinking as more and more people started to arrive. There was going to be a band on this night, so not long after we arrived the place began to fill up.

Jenny was enjoying the band as we sat and talked about her boyfriend troubles. I gave her some advice on how to handle her situation with the boyfriend, which she thanked me for by ordering another round of drinks. Time seemed to go very quickly that evening.

"Last call!!" the bartender yelled.

"We had better get going back to the cabin" I said, slurring my words a little.

"Yea, I suppose" Jenny replied.

As we left the bar, Jenny climbed on the back of the four wheeler as before, but this time she held her hands much lower on my chest. As we rode through the bumpy trail back to the cabin, her hands kept getting lower until her clasped hands were just above my cock. I wondered if she was intentionally doing that or not. I wrote it off as being drunk.

Upon arriving back at the cabin, we walked to the front door and saw a note "Looks like you two are out of luck. You need to sleep in the red tent tonight". I was none too pleased, this is my cabin, and I was pissed I had to sleep in a tent.

As we walked down to the tent, I noticed that there was a smoldering camp fire barely going in the fire ring down by the lake. "Jen do you want to have one more cocktail by the fire?"

"Sure, that sounds great" Jenny said.

We sat near the fire and proceeded to significantly add to our blood alcohol levels.

"Jen, I got to go to bed. You coming?"

"Yea, I better get some sleep it is real late"

Unzipping the screen on the tent, I discovered that there were two sleeping bags on top of air mattresses. I guess this would not be so bad after all. At least I am not sleeping on the hard floor of the tent. The tent was a six person size, plenty big for just two of us. The two air mattresses were on either side of the tent.

Jenny layed down put her head back and passed out. I lay there in 80+ degree heat of the night on a sleeping bag designed for -30f. I was hot as hell so I decided to strip down to my boxer shorts and bare chest. I soon passed out lying on my back on top of the sleeping bag.

Sometime later in the fog of a drunken stupor, I was awakened by my half naked wife lying with her head on my chest. She began to stroke my chest hair, and slowly her hand began to find its way under the band of my underwear to my stiffening cock. The soft moonlight was penetrating the walls of the tent and I could just barely see the outlines of her lips as she began to devour my cock. I could feel her tongue working my cock as she pumped the shaft with her hand.

"Honey, if you keep doing that, you are going to get a mouthful of cum"

There was no response other than her continuing to suck my rock hard 9" cock.

"Hey?, let daddy have some fun too" as I rolled her onto her back and began kissing her deeply.

I sucked her nice firm breasts for several minutes with her moaning with pleasure. I began to work my hand down to her wet soaked underwear, and pulled them off. I moved back up to her tits and then began to tease her stomach with my tongue. I licked my way down to her pussy and licked and sucked furiously. She bucked her hips, and moaned in delight.

It was right then when the drunken fog began to lift. It didn't make any sense. Why was my wife in this tent with me and my niece? My wife is adventurous, but she would never risk my niece waking up and seeing us! 

Just as these thoughts were running through my head, another one came to mind with such clarity it made me reel backwards in the tent: My wife does not shave her pussy bald!!!

That is when it hit me, the gravity of the situation. I was having sex with my niece Jenny!!

In my head I was saying "My life will never be the same, my niece will hate me forever! Dirty old man twice her age, fucking an innocent niece. Oh my God! This is so wrong! What have I done?"

Regaining composure I called out quietly "Jenny?"

There was no answer.

"Jenny?"

She had passed out. But did she pass out knowing what happened or would she wake up not remembering anything?

I quickly put her underwear back on, and gently rolled her back into her sleeping bag. She stirred but never woke up again that night.

Thinking of the ramifications of what just happened, I did not get another minute of sleep. Very early in the morning, as the sun began to rise, I walked down the dock with my fishing pole and started nervously casting my line into the calm water. It must have been three hours of fishing, and wondering what would happen when she finally came out of the tent. I had no idea of what would happen as I continued to cast my fishing line repeatedly into the water from the end of the dock. 

Jenny did not wake up for morning breakfast, despite the repeated attempts of my son yelling into the tent. I figured she was really hung over, so I told my son to knock it off and let her be.

After breakfast I decided to get my butt back down to the dock and away from the rest of my family in the cabin. I figured if she woke up all pissed off, I could take the brunt of her rage down at the dock instead of her and I having a blow out inside the cabin in front of the entire family.

Then it finally happened. I saw Jenny in the tent trying to get the screen door unzipped. After wrestling with a stuck zipper, she emerged, stretched her legs. She saw me fishing off the dock and started making her way onto the dock.

"Here we go" I said to myself under my breath. As she walked down the 150' dock, I was looking at her to attempt to discern her mood. I was anxiously watching her approach, thinking at any moment the argument would begin.

"Good morning Jen" I said sheepishly. "Rough night last night wasn't it"

"Yea, but I had a great time" Jenny said shielding her face from the bright sun. It seemed she was wincing from the pounding headache that was building.

What? No arguing, no verbal assault? What a relief, maybe I just dodged a bullet on this one.

"You were a bad boy last nigh............" Jenny commented, just before I interrupted her.

"Yea, I want to apologize for what happened"

"You should apologize, you know you should have had me "cut-off" from all those whiskey cokes I had. Holy shit, I got plastered last night"

"Yea, I know I should have. I just thought you were having such a great time, and I figured that since you are now of drinking age, you knew how to handle your liquor."

"Well it is pretty clear that I don't know my limit, so next time we go out, stop me a little earlier"

"Will do"

We sat at the end of the dock. Jenny had her feet dangling in the cool water, swishing her toes back and forth as I stood, casting into the calm waters of the lake. After the events of the previous night, I now looked at my niece in a totally different light. I looked at her more sexually now. I gazed down at her loose fitting tank top and her wonderful breasts. I made sure that I stood closely behind her to get a long look at those wonderful tits of hers. My eyes drifted to her long, toned, firm legs.

After a long talk, I was pretty sure she had not remembered the last part of the evening, although she did say a few things that prevented 100% confidence in that belief. I was relieved however, that there was no blow out on the dock, and my niece who I love as much as my own children, didn't hate me.

After our talk Jenny asked me if there was anything for breakfast. I told her that her aunt had made some home-made sweet rolls and coffee. "Sounds good" Jenny said as she strolled back up to the cabin.

A short time later I heard the screen door of the cabin close with a loud Bang!

My jaw dropped as Jenny approached the end of the dock. She had on a very skimpy bikini. It was the kind of swim suit where any father, upon seeing his daughter in something like that, would turn her around and march her back to change into a different, less revealing option. 

Without looking at me she gathered some speed in her step and dove into the water. She let out a yell as her body reacted to the coolish water. As she climbed up the dock ladder I looked at her perfect tits and my cock began to stiffen. She caught my eyes staring at her wonderful pussy that was barely hidden behind a small patch of cloth. A small, almost undetectable grin emerged from the corners of her mouth.

"Can you reach me the shampoo behind you? Jenny said, referring to the shampoo bottle resting on the dock bench.

"Got it" I said and handed her the bottle.

I walked over to the other side of the dock and casted my line into the water to give her a bit of privacy, which frankly, she was not seeking. She lathered up her long brown hair, and worked the soap suds onto her arms and legs. I was reeling in my fishing lure and looked over at her to get a better glimpse of that unbelievable body. As I looked over, our eyes met, and she took her soapy hands and briefly rubbed her pussy under her bikini bottom. She gave me a smile and jumped in the water to rinse off.

It was right then that I knew that she had not experienced any memory loss from the night before in that tent. Once again she climbed the ladder slowly, letting me get another great look at her perfect body. I handed her a towel and she dried off.

"Well if you wore something with a bit more fabric, you wouldn't be standing here shivering your ass off now would you?"

"My lack of clothing didn't seem to bother you too much last night though" 

"Jen, I am so sorry about last night................. I was completely hammered, and I wake up in a drunken stupor, not knowing where I am, with who I thought was your aunt laying on my chest. It didn't become clear to me until I reached your pussy with my tongue, that I was having sex with someone other than my wife"

"Hey I don't hold you responsible. I think must have thought that I was lying on Todd's chest. Frankly the whole thing was a bit foggy. I think it was a case of mistaken identity. Although, I have had a crush on you since I was 16"

"Crush? On me?"

"Yea, you are one hot guy"

"But I am twice your age"

"Yea, so"

"So I have known you since you were four years old! Since your dad took off on your mom, you and your sisters have practically been raised as my own daughters! Don't you remember the times when I had to go pull you out of high school parties at 2am? Don't you remember all those weekends of me teaching you how to drive? Don't you remember all those times we talked about boys and how evil they are?"

"Of course I do. That is what I find so sexy about you. You are a great dad, you treat Aunt Julie great, and you are a good family man. All of that, and how you interact with your own kids; I find that incredibly sexy."

"Apparently I don't treat Aunt Julie that well. I cheated on her with her sisters' oldest child!"

"But you did not knowingly cheat on her" Jenny protested.

"I suppose you are right. Please don't say anything to your sisters, Aunt Julie, or anyone for that matter,,,,,,,,,,, ok?"

"I won't say a thing. I am ok with what happened last night, and you should be too" Jenny giggled.

"Stop it" I said, trying to end the conversation.

For the rest of the day, we hung out down at the water. Jenny played with my two young children in the shallow water near the shore, while my wife Julie read a book in her lawn chair. I took my other nieces tubing behind the SeaDoo. Every once and awhile someone would jump off the dock into the water to cool off from a very hot day.

It was a tradition to take everybody out on the pontoon boat in the early evening. The adults would board the boat with a cooler in hand, and the kids would bring toys to keep themselves busy. These boat rides would normally last an hour or two, but since this was the 4th of July holiday, we would be watching the fireworks after it got dark enough.

As the sun set over the horizon, the fireworks began in earnest. This was not a formal event. There were families all around the lake with varying quality of fireworks shows. We would scan the lake for the "big boomers" and navigate closer for a look.

At about 11pm or so, my wife said that she would like to get the kids to bed, and told me to start heading back to the cabin. We arrived and my two kids and my wife went into the cabin. With the pontoon boat tied to the dock, I turned on the radio and mixed another drink. The youngest two of my nieces walked up to the campfire and began to roast marshmallows in preparation for their favorite summer treat, SMORES!

That left me and Jenny down in the pontoon boat sipping on our cocktails watching the various fireworks popping off in the distance.

"Uncle Jeff? I am getting eaten alive by these fucking mosquitoes. Can we go back out on the lake?" Jenny said, hoping that the speed of the pontoon boat and being offshore would keep the mosquitoes at bay.

"Sure, that sounds good to me. Let me yell up to your sisters and see if they want to come along. GIRLS! Do you want to go back out and watch more fireworks?"

"Noooooo" they yelled back.

Jenny untied the pontoon boat as I started the motor. In a few seconds we were on our way motoring slowly past the various docks displaying fireworks. Jenny sat next to me on the right side of the pontoon boat as we proceeded around the lake in a clockwise direction.

As it got later, you could feel a cool blanket of air descend off the banks of the lake. Jenny had on shorts and a tank top. I wondered how long it would be before she complained about the cold and wanted to go back in. I didn't want to go in, and I really was enjoying my young beautiful niece sitting next to me. We were having a wonderful time talking about this or that, sipping our cocktails.

The cold finally got the best of her and she said "Uncle Jeff, do you have any blankets on board?"

"Yup, sure do, right under that countertop. Pull it up and there should be one under there somewhere"

She found a blanket and again sat down beside me. She offered me part of the blanket. I accepted her offer and nestled under with her, continuing to steer with one hand, and sip my drink with the other.

"Let's go out to the middle of the lake" Jenny said. "It looks like the cold air made the mosquitoes run for cover. I want to go out there and just float in the middle of the lake and watch the rest of the fireworks."

With that, I slowly motored towards the middle of the lake. I put the boat in neutral and shut it off. I tuned the crappy boat radio to a jazz station and was just about to stand up to mix another drink when I felt Jenny's hand begin to rub my thigh. I sat back down. 

There was silence as she now rubbed my upper leg, slowly working her way toward the growing bulge in my pants. I could not speak. She noticed that her efforts were paying off as she stroked my now rock hard cock through my jeans. The entire length was pressing against the material as she slid two fingers on either side of my cock head. My cock wanted out of those jeans!

"Jeff, I want you to finish what was started last night"

"What! There will be no finishing of anything!" I falsely protested to Jenny.

"Looks to me that I got at least someone started" Looking down at my rock hard cock as she slowly ran her fingers across the bulge in my jeans.

"Jen, I am your uncle, this is not going to happen. What happened last night was a mistake, I love you but we shouldn't be doing this, it is not right."

"You are correct, this is not right, but at this point I don't give a fuck. I was just pretending that I was passed out as you were trying to get me back into my sleeping bag. Right when you realized who I actually was, I was really ashamed and embarrassed, so I pretended to pass out."

"Ashamed and embarrassed, you don't know the half of it Jen"

"I have been watching that bulge in your pants for years, and I wanted to see what it was all about. I only got to quickly experience that cock of yours last night, and I bet you're great in bed ".

"How does someone "seem" great in bed?" I answered.

"The way you carry yourself in front of me and my sisters, and how attentive you are to Aunt Julie, that's how".




Mistaken Identity



She kneeled down between my legs and unzipped my jeans and hungrily pulled them off along with my underwear. All sense of right and wrong instantly evaporated. There was zero chance to do the right thing and stop this.

In the soft moonlight, Jen took my cock and began to slide her hand up and down its length. "My God, this thing is a whopper! Todd is not nearly this big"

"Glad you like it"

"Oh, I like it alright, and I think you're going to like this" Jen said as she leaned forward and impaled my cock between her wonderful full soft lips. She slowly slid her tongue up and down my cock, looking at me with eyes that suddenly seemed to turn devilish. I had not seen that look from her before, but I sure liked it.

"Oooo, I just love sucking cock, they are so hard and so soft at the same time" as she slid her tongue across my pee hole. There was no sense of urgency in her actions. She was taking her time and I loved it.

"I have a lot more of that for you, young lady"

"Good, I can't wait"

She proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. After awhile her knees were beginning to get sore so I suggested that she lay down on the long bench seat and give it a go from there. I turned and placed one foot on the bench seat and the other on the floor. That gave her room enough to crawl up on the bench seat between my legs. She eagerly crawled up onto the bench like a starved dog just getting its first food in a week.

"This is better, now I can take my time" Jenny said.

"Oooo, that is nice Jen. You really know how to suck that cock"

"I have been practicing"

"Yes you have" I blubbered as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

She continued for another few minutes, until I could feel the first signs of an impending orgasm. I normally can go for a half hour or more when my wife sucks my cock, but being married for almost 15 years will do that. Jenny was sucking my cock for barely five minutes and if she didn't stop she would be getting a throat full of cum.

"Jenny? You had better stop" I said. Her only response was to take my 9" deeper into her throat.

"Jenny, you will get a load of cum if you don't stop!" There was no sign of slowing.

"Ok, Jen here we go!"

She had taken me past the point of no return. I began to pump stream after stream of cum into her mouth and onto her lips. She tried to take it all in her mouth, but in the excitement of cumming, I thrust my cock into her mouth making her gag and she pulled away just enough so the last few squirts of cum landed on her lips and the sides of her face.

"Fuck Jen, that was fantastic, you are one fucking great cocksucker!"

"Yes I have been told that. Now are you ready to fuck me with that nice cock of yours?"

What I didn't tell her was that normally I am a "One-and-done" kind of guy. I looked at her sheepishly as my hard-on began to subside.

"Kiss me" Jen said as she brought her still cum covered lips towards mine. Our lips met and I tasted cum for the first time. She stuck her cum covered tongue deep into my mouth as I sucked my cum off her tongue. I thought I would be repulsed by this, but it was quite the opposite. I was totally turned on. My cock quickly got rock hard again as she simultaneously continued to feed me my cum off her tongue, and jerked my glistening cock.

I broke our embrace and grabbed her around her waist and threw her up on an elevated padded sundeck at the back of the pontoon boat.

"Fuck yea!" Jenny groaned as she laid her back on the vinyl with her legs drawn up by her pussy and her knees in the air.

I crawled between her legs and pulled them straight so I could get her shorts and pussy soaked panties off those beautiful thighs. Making my way up to give her a deep kiss, I noticed that she was licking my cum off her fingers after gathering it up off her cheek.

"You are one kinky fuck, and I love it" I said just before I kissed her deeply. 

Now it was her turn. I wanted to make sure I did this right and give her one hell of a ride. I softly kissed my way to her wonderful firm "D" cup tits. As I took one of her nipples into my mouth she leaned her head to the side and moaned a very low, youthful sigh of ecstasy.

I could feel the heat of her pussy as I gently ground my thigh into her. I lowered myself down so I had a perfect view of her pussy glistening in the moonlight. What was too dark to see in the tent the night before, was right in front of my face. Her pussy was perfectly smooth and freshly shaved. Her pussy lips felt fantastic on my tongue, and the smell and taste of her pussy was intoxicating.

"Yea, don't stop. Ohhhh that tongue,,,,,,,, ohhhhh that tongue. My God that feels good...... Keep fucking doing that!"

I thought to myself "Your wish is my command", and I kept licking and gently sucking on her cunt. She started moaning in a low guttural manner that was a huge turn on. Her thighs began to clamp to my head like a vise, and she began to cum. Speaking with ever increasing urgency she yelled "Oh yea, here we go,,,,,,,,,, oh yea here we go,,,,,,,,, oh yea here we go, oh FUCK, OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" As she shuttered in a very intense orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, she said "Get on your fucking back, now! That was good, very good, but I want that cock deep inside me"

She crouched down on top and glided my cock into her pussy as she sat on my thighs and pumped my hard cock with her very tight pussy lips. She almost had an angelic quality to her as I watched in the moonlight, her hair alternately gently cascading from one shoulder to the other as her ass bounced off the front of my legs.

"Oooo, this cock is nice and thick......... I am gonna ride this cock till the sun comes up"

"You can have anything you want sweetie" I said as I sensed her approaching another orgasm.

"Aw fuck,,,,,,,,, aw fuck,,,,,,, aw fuck,,,,,,,,, aw fuck" as I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as she timed her bucking with my cock thrusts. "Jeff,,,,,, oh Jeff,,,,,,, oh Jeff,,,,, mother fuck,,,,, mother fuck,,,,,, mother fuck,,,,,,,,,gonna cum,,,,,, gonna cum,,,,,,,,cum,,,,,,,, cum,,,,,cum,,,cum,,cum, cuuuuuuum!" I could feel a rush of wetness on my cock as she exploded yet again.

As she was still panting very heavily, and still coming down from her orgasm, I rolled over, grabbed her and got her to put her knees on the aft bench seat and her elbows and arms up on the sundeck. The height of the bench seat was perfect. I grabbed her hips and slowly entered her from behind. As my cock head pushed past her swollen pussy lips, she gave an approving moan, sliding her body backwards until her ass cheeks slammed into the base of my cock.

As I looked at her fantastic tight ass, I marveled at the sight of her perfect hourglass waist and hips. If you were able to order a perfect body out of a catalogue somehow, there is no way you could specify something better.

Her long black hair was draped on the right side of her head. As I was slowly pumping her pussy I gathered it up in my hand and gently started to pull it backwards toward me. I had one hand on her waist and one hand on her long mane of hair. As I gently applied more force pulling on her hair, her head began to tilt upward toward the moonlight.

She began to meet my thrusts half way and my balls quietly slapped off her pussy. I could feel another load of cum begin to get restless. I pulled her hair more intently as I could feel my impending orgasm building. I let go of her hair and grabbed her waist with both hands and started to pump her pussy as fast as I could.

"Fuck Jen, that pussy is fucking hot. You ready for a load of cum?"

"Yesssss, fuck me uncle Jeff, I want that cum in my pussy!"

That was it, there was no turning back, I came harder than I have ever cum in my 42 years of life on this planet.

Slowly the pumping of her pussy stopped. It was then that my 42 year old legs started to cramp up. I sat down in the bench that I just had fucked Jenny doggy-style on, and tried to rest.

"Oh no you don't. You have some more work to do. I wanna cum one more time"

Just as she said that, she jumped up and put one foot on the bench and the other on the sundeck. She lowered her dripping pussy down on my face and I started to lick her cum drenched pussy. As I was licking I was well aware that I had just deposited a nice load of cum inside her pussy. At that point, it did not matter to me one bit. I licked our combined cum juiced off her pussy lips as she ran her pussy lips up and down on my tongue.

"Uncle Jeff,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Uncle Jeff,,,,,,,,,, Uncle Jeff,,,,,Uncle Jeff,,,,,,,,Uuuuuuuuunnncle!!"

She came and came. Wow was that a treat to see!

We came down from the euphoria of having forbidden sex on a boat in the middle of a lake at 2am. We cleaned each other up and got situated for the slow cruise back to the cabin. On the way back as I was driving the pontoon, holding Jenny under the blanket alongside me, she said"Uncle Jeff that was fantastic. I can't wait for the 4th of July boat ride next year"

"I am already looking forward to it myself"

Epilogue:

For the next three years, Jenny didn't come back up to our cabin for the 4th of July Holiday. She had found a boyfriend, fell in love and married him.

The following year, and ever since, she has made it a point to come up for the 4th of July Holiday. Yep, we still take a night time cruise on the lake, and catch up on things.



Mistaken Identity



Once upon a time, you actually went to a theatre to watch an adult, or X-rated movie. Not many exist anymore, certainly not where I live, though there used to be. Long before the advent or introduction of videocassettes even, about the only other way you saw or watched a dirty movie was on your father's 8mm reels. At least I did anyway.

At the time, there just so happened to be a theatre not too far away from where I lived. I'd been there a couple of times before, both times all by myself. Once in the middle of the day, a matinee as it were, which was a little strange even then. I was practically alone that first time. I remember counting heads, observing. As I recall, there was only one actual couple, sitting way up near the back, no doubt so they wouldn't be disturbed. She was the only female I could even see. A handful of single men scattered elsewhere, including myself. 

The second time I went, I went much later in the evening. The place was considerably busier too with far more couples, though still evenly dispersed within the theatre, hoping for a bit of privacy themselves. Even then though, there always seemed to be a smattering of single guys, some sitting only a few seats over or away from many of these couples.

I hadn't exactly planned it, but I'd been one of those guys. Three seats off to my right sat just such a couple. I'd glanced at them only briefly when they came in, but had then gotten involved in the movie, as it was a pretty good one. Obviously aroused, I sat with my arousal well hidden within my pants and had no intention of doing anything about it until after I'd returned home again.

Such wasn't the case beside me, though it took a while for me to realize what was actually going on. When I did, I was torn between watching the movie on screen, and the real-live action taking place only a few seats away. It wasn't as obvious of course, but it was real...happening as I sat watching. The young woman dressed, or rather almost undressed in a long coat. She'd opened it just enough to reveal to me that she wore absolutely nothing on beneath it. Even then, I only got a partial view of one of her breasts as the man sitting next to her reached over and nonchalantly fondled it. She however, had her hand in his lap, and it was quite obvious by her movements what she was doing to him. 

I honestly believe I returned home hornier because of that, than the movie itself. Especially when the woman once actually looked over and smiled at me, and then licked and cleaned off her sticky fingers while I watched. They soon left after that, even before the movie had ended, leaving me with a slick hard prick, one hell of a wet spot, and wishing that I had someone I could have enjoyed doing something like that with myself.

At the time however, I was in between girlfriends, with no real prospects on the horizon.

Four months later I had met someone and had been dating again for several weeks now. It had only been recently however that anything sexual had finally occurred between us. Though Cindy was certainly open-minded, just based on some of the fairly frank conversations we'd had, she wasn't in any hurry to jump into bed with me either. She preferred taking things slow, which we'd done. Giving me just enough, bits and pieces at a time that promised more as our relationship grew. So far though, my biggest accomplishment had been finally getting to play with her bare tits while sitting out in the front seat of my car. It wasn't much, but it was a lot more than I'd enjoyed in quite some time with anyone else.

Needless to say, it was because of that that I was quite surprised when just by chance we happened to be driving by that very same movie theatre on our way home from dinner one evening. The movie that was advertised and currently playing was one that for whatever reason, had been given a lot of notoriety and press. As such, the title was a fairly familiar one, even to those that didn't, or wouldn't actually go and see it.

I caught Cindy looking over towards it, reading the title as we slowly passed by. 

"You ever been in there before?"

Her question surprised me, but I answered her truthfully. "A couple of times...yes."

My answer didn't surprise her. "So...what's it like?"

"What do you mean?" I asked not sure what she was alluding to. "It's an X-rated movie...you know, people doing it on camera."

"That's not quite what I meant," she laughed still looking back over her shoulder towards the theatre. "I'm not that naïve, I've seen a couple of stag films myself you know."

Her answer had surprised me however. "You have?" Once again she laughed turning back around in her seat. 

"What I was wondering about...was inside, you know...I mean is it dirty? Are there weirdoes and freaks all sitting around wearing nothing but trench-coats?" Now it was my turn to laugh.

"I don't know...maybe, but no one I actually saw...if you don't count the one woman I did see in there, giving her husband, or boyfriend a hand-job just a few seats away from me the last time I went there," I shared with her.

"Seriously? You saw that? She really did?"

"Yeah, she did. But it's only the first time I've ever actually seen anything like that either, certainly no guys sitting there jerking off. Or at least if they were, they were a lot better at concealing it than she had been."

"When was that anyway?" She now asked. So I told her of the two times I had actually gone. That time in the afternoon when the place was all but deserted, and then the much later show, when for whatever reason, more people seemed to turn out. "The witching hour perhaps," I'd jokingly stated.

She was quiet after that for a few minutes, obviously thinking about it, though at the time I'd just assumed she was satisfied with my answer, satisfying her curiosity, and left it at that.

"You ever seen that one?" she suddenly asked.

"That one what?" I asked looking out through the car window, wondering what she meant. I'd honestly forgotten all about the conversation we'd been having a while ago, especially as it had been a while since we'd even spoken.

"You know what I mean. That movie."

"Oh, no...I haven't," I said easily enough, though I had in fact given some thought to actually seeing it a few days ago, but hadn't as yet found the time to do so, nor really had the inclination to actually go off and do it either.

"Would you take me?" She then asked. "I'd like to see what it's like...actually going into a theatre to see a dirty movie," she said blushing just a little.

"Ok, if you really want to, I will. When?"

"Tomorrow? I think I'd feel better about going to the matinee too," she told me.

"Ok, sounds like a plan...might be easier for you anyway, less chance of some 'weirdo' as you call them sitting down too closely next to us. And even if someone does, there's usually plenty enough room we can get up and relocate."

She smiled at that, obviously still thinking. "So...tell me about that couple again?" She asked, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. Thank god we were only a few streets away from reaching her place.

But even better than that, we ended up having sex for the first time that very night.

**

Admittedly, I was more than a bit aroused myself, especially after the night before. The sex we'd enjoyed had been wonderful, passionate, if not a little reserved. But I thought that was mainly due to the nervousness of it being our very first time together. Like the saying goes, "practice makes perfect," and after last night, I hoped we'd be putting in quite a bit of practice. Especially as Cindy it seemed, was just as turned on, as I was to actually be going off to see an X-rated movie together.

"How do I look?" She asked as I met her at the door. It was hard to tell, she was wearing a long trench coat for one thing, but she was also wearing what appeared to be a blonde wig and a bit more makeup that I was used to seeing her wear. She looked totally different to me, so I asked her why.

"Why the disguise? If you're that nervous about going..."

"Not nervous about going, it's just that should anyone I work with see me, and realize I took the day off to actually go and watch a dirty movie with someone, let's just say, it would be a bit hard to explain, especially as most of the people I work with, probably fuck in the dark," she added. "Anyway...you never answered my question."

"You look great!" I told her. Though I still hadn't seen what she actually had on, and then she opened her coat for me.

No...she wasn't naked, but she looked damn fucking hot nevertheless. Dressed in an almost too short black miniskirt, and fishnet stockings, which were the style at the time, along with a very tight fitting red blouse with the top three buttons undone, that gave hint at a very lacy red bra she was wearing beneath it not to mention tons of cleavage from her more than ample breasts.

"And now?"

"Sexy as hell," I answered taking her in, almost wishing we weren't going now... heading back into her bedroom instead.

"Thank you," she said leaning over to kiss me. "For that...you just might get something special during the movie," she said winking at me. "Provided no one is sitting next to us," she then added.

I made a mental note to myself to try and find us a row where no one else was sitting when we walked in, though being a matinee, and remembering the last time, I was fairly confident we'd be able to manage to do that too. 

Not too surprisingly, it wasn't much different than the time before when I'd gone there in the afternoon, except the only couple there, happened to be us. Once again only a handful of people were scattered throughout the theatre, though there was one surprise, two men seated together on the last row where I'd have preferred going with Cindy. She however led us both down towards the middle, though choosing an aisle seat on the right side section rather than actually in the middle. And though the angle in which to watch the movie wasn't my first choice, I wasn't about to argue with her over it either.

I almost laughed when she hunched down in her seat, more or less shielding her face, though taking sneak-peeks about looking around. The lights were low even, as they generally always were. But still she seemed a bit anxious and nervous as she hurriedly scanned anyone new coming in.

As I'd hoped, no one even came near us, nor sat behind us either as we patiently waited for the first feature to start.

It was a rather hot one when it did. Not long afterwards either, I felt Cindy reaching over, giving the very noticeable bulge in my slacks a little caress. She then surprised me, unzipping my fly reaching in. Luckily for me, I'd had the foresight, or the hope perhaps that something like this might happen, so I'd not worn any underwear beneath them. She giggled quietly upon discovering that.

"Don't put it away...I'll be right back, though it might be a little while," she told me secretively. 

When we'd first entered, she'd made a point of locating the women's toilet before we'd gone inside, inspecting it even. We'd soon after taken our seats, but now she found the need to go by the looks of it. Though it felt odd sitting there with my hard cock sticking out, though no one was anywhere's nearby who'd have been able to see it. I found myself sitting there stroking it a little too, keeping it hard as I got somewhat absorbed in the movie, almost jumping when I felt a presence enter the isle, looking up as Cindy slid in next to me taking her seat. Almost immediately she leaned over however and before I knew it, her mouth drew me in. I glanced around, but no one seemed to be looking in our direction, like me moments ago, too focused on the action taking place on the big screen. I'd been expecting a hand job of course by now, after the way she'd left me. But I certainly hadn't been expecting this. Not only that, as I glanced down, I also saw her coat was wide open. She was naked beneath it! Reaching over, I wrapped my hand around one of her breasts, caressing it, enjoying the sensation of her hard little nipple as I palmed it, pinching it a little. She mewled pleasurably around my cock, sucking it harder in fact. I groaned, not really meaning to be quite so loud, once again worriedly glancing about. But the only person that appeared to have maybe heard anything was a couple of rows further down in front of us. He did look off to one side and behind him, but not directly behind where we were before turning around again. I decided I needed to be a bit more quiet, though it was damn fucking hard as good as Cindy was working my cock. And the way she was working it left no doubt in my mind either, she wanted me to come. Wanted me to spunk in her mouth, as there was no other place it was obviously going to go by the looks of it either.

I was still kneading one of those gorgeous tits when I felt the sperm in my balls release, seconds later filling Cindy's mouth with a rather copious load of my jisim. She took what she could, sucking me down, but it became quickly obvious that there was a hell of a lot more of it than she'd been expecting. Suddenly she stood once again, slipping past me heading back up the aisle towards the restrooms. I wondered briefly if I shouldn't follow, make sure she was ok. But the truth of the matter was, I was still a bit weak in the knees, still trying to collect myself, just managing to put my slowly dwindling, slightly still hard cock away.

And then suddenly she was back, sliding into her seat again.

Once again she opened her coat showing me she was still naked beneath it.

"Surprised?"

"That's putting it mildly," I told her, once again reaching over to fondle her breast.

"Oh...you put it away!" She whispered quietly, obviously disappointed. "I thought you'd leave it out for me, unless you'd rather I didn't jerk you off," she said still sounding a bit surprised that I had. The moment she said that however, she quickly drew her coat back together, effectively hiding her nudity, and forcing my still groping hand away. And then I felt it...someone passing by us pausing for a moment, and then continuing on forward. Once again, the same guy I'd seen earlier turned, looking over.

There was a blonde standing next to him in the aisle, wearing a long, very similar looking coat to the one Cindy had on. She stopped, looking back up towards us. We locked eyes, she looked down, and then back, and then laughed.

I noticed by his profile, he too was wearing a short-cropped beard similar to my own, our hair styles likewise the same.

"What?" Cindy said sounding confused, noticing the woman laughing, looking back towards us, which by now had garnered a few other people's attentions.

"I think maybe we should go," I said urging Cindy to follow, standing up.

"Why?" she said worriedly, following.

"Because I think I sort of know that woman, and under the circumstances, it might be a good idea if we were to leave."

Seconds later we had left the movie, hurrying towards the car. 

"Well, that was certainly an interesting experience wasn't it?" Cindy said still sounding a bit confused by our sudden departure. 

"Yeah, you might could say that," I said grinning at her. "Now...why don't we go back to your place and see if we can't pick up where we left off," I suggested.

Only then did she smile.

"Yeah...I'd like that. But even more importantly, I'll like taking off this wig too, becoming myself once again."

I couldn't have agreed with her more. 



Mistaken Identity



My lovely little brown Filipina wife is very attractive and loving caring person. Ella is 5'5'' - which is very tall for a Filipina - and she has a firm slim sexy body with long flowing black hair. I married my wife in Philippines four years ago now and in spite of the twenty years age difference - my wife is 29 years old - we have had a very good marriage. Apart from cooking, my wife enjoys sex every day and she is a very good lover. She even had her tongue and pussy pierced to be able to heighten her sexual pleasure.

One day we decided to go on a holiday together in Thailand. I loved Bangkok and I even spoke a little Thai and my wife knew the passion I had for the country, culture and girls. My wife being a good little devoted Asian wife wanted to go on holiday there too so as to please me. When we arrived she even suggested that we visit a bar as she knew I liked watching sexy Thai bargirls. Ella was not jealous and she would tease me about my past affairs. Ella was quite open-minded but she was not into experimenting within our relationship. We do watch porn together and she especially enjoys watching threesomes. It makes us both climax quite hard. Ella knew that Thai bargirls would get me hard so she was keen to take me there so to enjoy good sex together back at the hotel after.

Although my wife was Filipina she often got mistaken for a Thai girl especially in Thailand by Thai people as her features and skin is similar to theirs and she is taller like a Thai girl rather than a Filipina. This always gets her angry as she does not think of herself as a Thai and she cannot speak a word of the language. The fact that stripped down to a halter top and a short skirt she looked identical to the natives did not help as she could easily have been mistaken for one of the local bar girls, especially as she was there walking the streets holding hands with a "fareng"/foreigner.

As we approached the bar district I noticed some of the male sex tourists checking her out it. They obviously thought she was a whore. Instead of angering me, this made me horny and I imagined my wife actually working in a bar. My wife picked out and lead me into a gogo bar in the red light district where the girls were pole dancing naked. Looking at those cheap whores in their heavy make-up skimpy clothes made me instantly horny. My brown skinned wife smiled at me as we sat down and I ordered drinks. I noticed the other girls looking at her very angrily. They obviously thought she was competition and they were hostile towards her presence due to lack of other male customers to buy them drinks. I thought nothing of it, blissfully aroused by the whole situation. 

Before we had really settled down, two Thai men came up to us and started speaking angrily to my wife in Thai.

"I don't speak Thai." She replied.

They did not seem to believe her.

"Why you come to my bar! You not work here! You bring your fareng here. You pay me 20 000 baht now!" He shouted at her.

"Wait a minute, she's my wife..." I began.

"You pay me now!" He insisted.

"Let's go." I said to my wife and she tried to get up.

"You stay. You pay me!" He said drawing a knife.

"Pay him." My wife said eyes wide and frightened now.

"We don't have that sort of money..." I began. "I only have 10,000 baht," I said, "I can't pay you more."

He snatched the money away from my hand, slapped me hard and they both suddenly grabbed us. My wife began kicking and screaming and they punched her. The next thing I knew they had tied our hands and dragged us upstairs into what seemed to be a massage parlour. I was thrown onto the floor of a dirty dark bedroom bound and gagged while one of them men handcuffed my crying wife's wrist to the metal bed.

She was still sobbing hysterically and really scared.

I saw him fetch a bag containing crack cocaine bricks and a syringe with diluted crack inside it. Crack cocaine is a substance that affects the brain causing euphoria, increased confidence, loss of appetite, increased energy and a craving for more cocaine. I was horrified as I knew the stuff was so instantly addictive. The thought of my wife being turned into a junky made me go crazy with rage and I thrashed around trying to free myself but I was too tightly bound.

I watched helplessly moaning as he injected it into her arm while the second man held her down firmly. 

"You owe me 20,000 baht now. You work pay your debt." He said to Ella pulling off her gag.

She seemed to be floating there in a daze for a moment then she looked back at him more calm and relaxed, without any concern. 

A big fat Thai man walked in and began to pull down his pants. With horror I suddenly what was going to happen and I tried to cry out with but the gag stopped any sounds. They were going to make her work off her debt as a whore and she was going to be fucked by this man.

He went over to the bed and roughly opening her legs pulled down her panties. She lay still as he climbed on top of her. I watched with horror, anger and arousal as he pumped his hips forward and sent his thick cock into my wife's pussy. I was angry and hard watching my wife being fucked like a whore on the bed. The guy laboured away at her for ten minutes before he came in her loins unprotected and pulled out of her messy pussy. My wife seemed unusually unaffected and smiling.

Half an hour later the whole scene was repeated, this time with a white tourist. My wife had sunk into the bed sulking and depressed so the guy who had locked them up came over and slapped Ella on the face and told her she had to make them cum hard in her pussy. She had to try harder. He took out the needle again and this time I saw my wife shakily hold out her arm and asked for another shot. She seemed very agitated and desperate for the needle. As soon as he had injected her she relaxed and her eyes became bright.

"You see, you like it whore. Do better next time and you can have more." He smirked, rubbing her exposed pussy.

The next guy was a white skin headed fat middle aged man who undressed, ignoring me then climbed between her legs holding his cock in his hand. His balls were large and filled with sperm. Ella used her long red nails on her freed hand to spread open her pussy lips as the tourist guided his cock to her hole. As he went in and out of her slit I saw that she was pushing her hips vigorously up to meet his thrusts. I watched him moving in and out as she sighed beneath him. Suddenly I saw her free arm wrap around his back. Her wedding ring was visible as he pumped her pussy. This time I distinctly could hear her groan and shudder with pleasure as he filled my woman with his seed. 

He had barely left when the two Thai captors came back to the room and untied her. She sat there indifferent as they touched her breasts and rubbed her dripping wet pussy.

"You like..." The first sniggered.

"Please..." She said holding out her arm.

He looked at her and said:

"What would you do for it?"

"I would do anything. I make money for you. Work hard." She groaned. "Please! Just give me another shot..."

The two men looked at each other then smirked. I saw them pull down their pants. Unlocking her handcuff the first man said:

"First you suck my cock, whore." He said pulling her my hair to shove her head down on his cock.

My whore wife hungrily took his Thai sausage into her mouth and sucked hard at it like a slut. I could not help but feel horny in spite of myself as I watched her head bob up and down the shaft of his cock. Her tongue stud flicked around his cock head until his shaft was hard. Her sucking made an obscene chocking sound as she sucked hard taking him deep into her throat. When he was hard, he turned her on her back and lifted her feet in the air and the proceeded to shove his cock in as deep as he could into my wife's Filipina pussy. My beautiful wife held onto him desperately, pulling him as deep as possible into her. I watched as he thrust his full length and thickness into her tight wet pussy repeatedly. She was moaning now in real bliss as they fucked madly until he came grunting in Thai inside her loins. Without waiting for him to recover I saw my wife roll him over straddling the guys' cock and lower her soaked pussy back onto his cock. Her slim tanned body began pumping his cock again until he was once again hard inside her burning sheath. She looked directly at me and I saw wild enjoyment and drugged lust in her eyes. As I watched the second shorter guy who had been holding his hard erection suddenly decided to climb onto the bed behind the couple. I watched as he pushed his Asian dick into her already occupied hole in a double vaginal penetration. My whore wife let out an animal cry of pure ecstasy as she felt two cocks in her hot pussy now.

My wife had taken the cocks of two Thai men in her pussy and she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Ella seemed to quickly adjust to the size of the double cock and I watched as my wife received the fucking of her life. She fucked and fucked them. She was bouncing up and down on their cocks while they fucked her pussy and sucked her nipples. In spite of my anger and horror at the situation, my cock was as hard as steel I saw the duo fucking her. I saw her body shake and climax in a series of multiple orgasms. She was crying out with pleasure as a series of strong orgasms sent contraction throughout her body all the way down to her feet as she clenched and unclench her pussy muscles frantically milking the double cock inside her pussy. Finally when her Thai captors could not take it any longer they started shooting cum deep into my wife's grateful tight pussy. She was so hot, sweaty and horny, just cumming on them.

They left her collapsed on the bed. When the next customer entered accompanied by one of our captors holding a syringe my wife sat up on the bed, opened her legs wide and with both hand anxiously parted her parted her pussy lips in an obscene invitation and sign of submission. She did not seem to be the same person anymore. The powerful craving and compulsion to use drugs seemed to take over control of her mind and her body.

I could see the overwhelming obsession for the drug in her eyes. She was ready to do anything to avoid the pain of withdrawal. Her body was trembling and her pupils were bloodshot and her nostrils seemed to be wider. He handed her the needle and I watched as shaking, she injected herself. Her body seemed to relax instantly. Then she looked up her eyes shining with desire. I saw her frantically climb on top of the guy, hungrily taking his cock out of his pants and slipping it quickly into her pussy. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She groaned.

She began to ride him energetically, thrusting her loins down hard against his pelvis. Her eyes were jammed tightly shut and she the out little whimpers of bliss as she lustfully took his thick cock into her brown and pink Filipina pussy. The captor looked at with a pleased smirk then I was pushed me out of the room and into the street. Releasing my bonds my captor said:

"If you go to the police or tell anyone we kill your junky whore wife. If she is good we release her in two days."

When finally after two days of agony and wait she came back to the hotel she was a total mess.

"Hi." She said. She appeared sullen and hostile at first. "I really need more drugs... can't stop thinking about it..."

I was shocked at her first words. I just gave her a hug and after a while her tense body seemed to relax.

I held her face and kissed her. My tongue darted into her mouth as we exchanged a hungry desperate embrace. As I kissed her I could recognise the musk taste of another man's sperm in her mouth. I knew I would probably taste and odour in her cunt too. 

I pulled her onto the bed and removed her top. I could see kiss marks on her breasts. My hands started caressing her boobs. I moved lower and reached her pussy. With one finger I eased aside her panties I saw her pubic hairs all stuck together with semen and her pussy was dilated and full of sticky sperm. A liquid had run down and dried on her thigh and I knew it was cum. The dirty girl had not washed her pussy and come home all dripping. She had come home with cum in her panties. I did not know who had been fucking her but her pussy was full of cum and so I knew that she had gone bareback with every guy she had fucked.

My finger slid inside and I felt it was gooey and wet. It felt good and the smell of sex filled the as I fingered my pussy. I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers. The pussy juices of my wife and her lovers cum on my fingers, I popped them into my mouth. The taste was musky and made me hard. I not only tasted her lovely cunt but sperm as well. I guess that she had been fucked like there was no tomorrow as they had pumped an incredible amount of his man seed into her pussy. I did not want to know where she had been or what she was doing I just wanted to lick her swollen pussy until she came.

I kissed her eagerly, passionately, open-mouthed. She responded, her tongue meekly darting at mine. I eagerly responded by kissing me harder and searching my mouth with his tongue. My cock was hard. I tried to push her back onto the bed to have sex but she refused telling me her pussy was too sore. She kissed me instead. When we broke our embrace and she said:

"I'm sorry darling, but I have to go back tonight to the bar to work..."

"What do you mean?" I cried out in horror.

"I don't care what you think!" She snapped irritably. "Please understand darling. I need my fix. Ho agreed I could work at the bar for it. He was very kind to me."

"How can you do it to me?" I managed. "Fuck those men like that?"

She told me that she loved me very much but that she really needed her shot now. I replied that this could ruin our marriage and I asked her if acting like a cheap hooker for her drug was worth it. She looked at me sadly, pleadingly and said she had no choice. She had to do it. She needed the drug so bad and nothing would stop her even if it meant having sex with other men for money.

She confessed that after a while in the whore house everything had blurred into a sea of pleasure and ecstasy and that she had got used to it, the high, the men and the sex. She admitted liking the excitement and thrill of sex while she was high with different me. I told her that she was a dirty slut but that I was okay with it and that she could fuck anyone she wanted 

She kissed me and left quickly.